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waveoftheocean · 3 months

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i've drawn a lot of iwa-chans over the years but i think this is my favorite one yet 😌

(at long last, here's my full piece for @iwaoiweddingzine!! leftover sales are open for another week if you wanna get your hands on this beautiful zine!)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hq!!#my art #mine #need the me who drew this to wake up from hibernation like where did they go?????

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nothatsmi · 11 days

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I couldn't be prouder to have you as a partner

They're slamming volley balls onto my brains.

Also I can't believe I had to go to the OVA to see the iconic Thank you for the last three years scene - why this shojo looking ass scene isn't in the main series will forever be a mystery. (maybe iwa-chan's intense stare was considered porn i mean idk man)

This show is actually pretty difficult to make fanart of cause at the same time I wanna do full illustrations of the characters - making the efforts and all you know - and at the same time there are so many i want to draw?? How am I supposed to choose, like I end up doing little doodles of everyone but I'm unsatisfied cause I wanna draw them better. But right now I'm good.

#haikyu #haikyuu #hq fanart #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwa chan #aoba johsai #them along with bokuaka are the only two ships i consider absolutely irrevocably canon #you cannot convince me otherwise #even kagehina i could (although with difficulty) imagine a world where they're just friends but these fuckers here nah #anyway i gotta go draw nishinoya so goodbye

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milimeters-morales · 11 months

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no but fr like i just think Miles would avoid HQ as much as possible and not want to leave his dimension as much anymore after all this. like he avoids the other spideys besides the gang (unless he’s forced to interact with them), and avoids even them for a good while after all is said and done (mostly just peter gwen and peni). He gets called to HQ for a mission? Hell no, get someone else to do it he knows there’s someone else available. He gets a watch? Cool, he’s dismantling it immediately and giving the pieces either to Ganke or storing them away for when he wants to make his own. Party in another dimension he’s invited to? He’s got a super bad migraine planned that day, don’t ask again.

#i read so many fics where he’s still so excited to be in HQ and is super nice to everyone there and damn have y’all heard of grudges ?#like sure maybe he forgives them. idk though #i know miles is a sweet character but guys be serious #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #m&m posts #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman atsv

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heich0e · 18 days

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keishin lives in a little one room apartment attached to the back of sakanoshita market.

calling it an apartment is a bit of a stretch—it's more a converted storage room than anything. there's a door to a cramped bathroom on one wall, a makeshift kitchen comprised of a hotplate and a mini fridge along the other. the room is scarcely large enough to fit the lumpy sofa his grandfather was getting rid of years ago and an old chabudai that's missing a leg so it's propped up on side by an old milk crate, and that leaves just enough floor space to lay out a futon at the end of the day (though he often just falls asleep on the sofa, and wakes up in the morning with terrible back pain.) it's a humble space, to say the very least, but it's his—and it affords him a bit more freedom than living in the family house.

you live in an apartment just down the road.

the first time ukai visits your place, the very first thing he notices how much it smells like you—clean and sweet and dizzying. the apartment feels warm and soft like you too. it's tidy but lived in, with traces of you filled in to every corner—the photos on the wall, the colourful mug on the dish rack by the kitchen sink, the houseplants flourishing near the window with their lush bright green leaves. your apartment is so different to his. you're so different to him.

but there's just something about it that immediately feels like home.

#i typed this up last night and never hit post apparently! not sure where i was going with it but he's baby #ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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arhvste · 10 hours

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“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

#not proofread!!!!!!#i’m so rusty at writing what the hale….#but this other model i worked with back in the winter replied with ‘finally’ when i swiped up to his story the other day LOL #this is where i got inspo from #he posted post gym too 🤭🤭🤭🤭#he’s saurrrrrr hot and funny but we’d both been plotting on each other for months through silly ig stories #so embarrassing but the gatsby method works!!!!#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq #hq x reader #hq x you #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x you

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waveoftheocean · 1 year

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12.22.22 happy birthday kageyama!!!

(i have nothing else clever to say for this caption except maybe kageyama ily and i'll finish my one comic that's been in wip hell for the last like,, 2 years by your bday next year 😤😤)

#haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hq #karasuno #my art #mine #where did this come from idk i just wanted to draw kageyama with crows

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xialing-gf · 25 days

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im so serious if netflix cancels dead boy detectives im going to do something that will land me on the national news

#netflix i know where you live (the hq building address)#dead boy detectives #if i had a nickel every time I've had a fave show that was wronged by netflix i would be rich

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strawberrycheeks-and-glasses · 10 months

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You’d Better Win

Tsukishima x f!reader | rated E 18+ | MDNI

The night before a big game, Kei likes to follow tradition. Even though he’d never admit, this superstition is the only one he believes in.

After a long day of work and training, Kei sprawls out on your shared bed in just his boxer briefs after taking a relaxing shower. He’s so long that his ankles hang off the bed and in his starfish position, his hands limply bend at the wrist over the edge.

Walking in on him, you were about to tell him that dinner was ready, but seeing him like this, so relaxed and practically naked, you can’t help stare at him.

He’s beautiful. His pale skin, pulled tight over his rippling muscles. The sweet curves of his biceps and the v of his hips invite you in for a taste.

Smirking down at his vulnerable body, you quietly stand between his feet. Watching his face relax and just barely slip into the clutches of sleep. You know you shouldn’t. You know that he’s exhausted from the day, but you can’t help it.

Slipping out of your nighty, you gently crawl between his thick muscular thighs that you love to kiss and nibble and knead, and ease your nose into the fabric of his boxer briefs. The warm, fresh from the dryer feeling, encourages you to nuzzle into him. And you hear a small whimper escape his lips as you mouth at his growing bulge.

“Poor Kei,” you coo. “So tired,” you smile into his skin just below the hem of his underwear, kissing him.

You hear him groan and watch as the fabric around his dick stretches and tents while you tease him. The sounds he makes as you drag your lips over it send a jolt of pleasure through your body and straight to your needy cunt.

“Do you like that Kei?” You muse, gaining agreeable moans from him.

He hasn’t moved an inch and is still splayed out on the bed, letting you do as you please. The sight of him above you, eyes squeezed shut, and his chest heaving as you hook your fingers into his waistband make you want him even more.

Agonizingly slow, you release his hard cock, bouncing straight up in front of your face. Long, pink and perfectly thick, you lick up the vein of his gorgeous cock. From the base of his curls to the red tip, you hum with pleasure, sending pluses through his body.

Wrapping your lips around him, you start to sink down his length, drawing out delicious sounds from him above you. Glancing up through your lashes, you see his bright golden eyes watching you take in most of his cock. Pushing the tip as far back into your throat as you can and pressing your tongue against the base.

“Fuuucckkk,” he breathes. Feeling the warmth of your mouth around him and the pressure you put on his sensitive head as you hollow your cheeks and suck him off.

Bobbing your head up and down, you make messy, lewd noises, the ones you know he likes to hear when you’ve got his dick in your mouth. Almost choking on him, trying to take him all the way in, you see he’s watching as his eyes widen at you. His face is already red and twisted up in pleasure, it’s so fucking hot how you can get him off with just your mouth.

“C’mere,” he reaches for you, grabbing at your shoulders to pull you up. “Wanna taste you,” he almost whines in a voice thick with sleep.

Crawling up his body and bracketing his head with your knees, you hover your dripping pussy over his mouth. When you feel his hands grip your thighs, you can’t help but gasp.

“Fuck, Kei,” you moan. His tongue as licks into you, sliding over your wet lips and dipping into your hot cunt.

He’s told you before that this his favorite thing to do to you, and you are always too willing to let him. The way you taste and how you quake from just his tongue makes his cock throb below. Sucking and licking exactly where you like it, he knows you won’t last long.

The pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and he can feel you starting to tense around his head. Wrapping his hand around your thigh, reaching to rub circles over your sensitive clit, your body tightens around him and just like that, you’re cumming on his face.

“Kei, you’re so fucking good at that,” you shout as he continues to rub you.

You’re sensitive and it doesn’t take much for him to push you over the edge again. His tongue swirling over your bundle of nerves, he sucks you through your second orgasm. Pulling his hair below you, as your thighs quiver around his head, you’re gasping for breath. Twitching as his name falls from your lips over and over.

“You’re supposed to be tired,” you laugh above him, his glasses crooked and splattered with your juices.

“I couldn’t help it, you know I love the way you taste,” he mumbles into your thigh, his mouth and chin slippery on your skin with your own slick.

Rolling your eyes at him, you scoot back down his waist. This was supposed to be your treat to him.

“Now that you’re awake,” you smirk down at him, reaching for his hands and placing them on your chest for him to lazily fondle. “Tell me what you want.”

His tired eyes narrow up at you, and you know, just by that look, exactly what he wants.

“That’s what you want?” You laugh at him.

He slowly nods his head, pushing himself up on the bed, to where he’s leaning comfortably on the stack of pillows behind him, almost sitting up for you to do his second favorite thing.

“Okay, but only because I fucking love you, and you know how to eat a girl out,” you say, pointedly.

Crawling off the bed, you walk over to a small section of your closet that has a row of Sendai Frog number 17 jerseys. All of which Kei has purchased for you for this exact purpose.

Taking one off the hanger, you slip it over your head. It’s too big for you, and falls just below your ass. Which makes sense because it’s actually Kei’s size.

Slowly walking back over him, you bite your lip and put on your best shy face with your signature doe eyes.

“E-excuse me?” You breathe, standing at the foot of the bed. “Mr. Tsukishima? May I please have your autograph?”

Kei smiles at your forced acting, watching you crawl up the bed. His hands fall on your hips as you sit in his lap, the fabric of his jersey pooling around your thighs.

“You were so good out there,” you exaggerate, reaching to pull on his cock between his legs. “The way you jump made me so horny,” you’re really laying it on thick, trying not to laugh. You can tell he’s also holding back.

“Shut up, and do it right,” he chuckles, hissing at the end as your thumb swipes the pre from the head of his cock.

“What? You don’t like my acting?” You tease. “Fine,” you roll your eyes and get back into character. “I know you have a big game tomorrow,” you shrug, sweetly.

“Mhmm,” Kei nods, his eyes watching you drag the hem of the jersey up your thighs, as you lift your hips to position your self over his leaking cock.

“But, I just wanted to-,” you moan as you slowly slide down his length.

Kei groans at your warmth as your pussy swallows half of him. His hands holding your hips, letting you adjust to his size before pushing you all the way down in him. Folding into him, your head falls onto his shoulder, whimpering at how deep he is inside of you.

“Wanted to wish you good luck,” you say, finishing your act as you pant in his ear.

Dragging your hands through his hair, you start to roll your hips on him, slowly fucking your boyfriend just the way he likes it, the same way you do it the night before every game. Slow and sweet, feigning innocence like first night you slept with him right before a big game. The way you grasp at him and hold him close while you buck your hips, building both of your orgasms with each soft moan you breathe, he loves this little tradition you two have made.

From the moment you nervously walked up to him and asked him to autograph the fan jersey you were wearing, to the night you first slept together, to right now with your sweet pussy grinding down on him, Kei knew he was so lucky to have you.

“Kei, I-,” you moan in his ear, rocking your hips and pressing down into him harder, forcing him deeper as you feel your third orgasm rolling through your body. Tightening around him, Kei cums with you, twitching inside of you, filling you with his load.

Relaxing into his chest, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and pressing his lips to your temple. Gently lifting you and placing you in the bed next to him, he watches as your eyes close and you drift to sleep in his arms, wearing his ugly green jersey.

The next morning you wake up to him coming in the room, back from his morning jog, to get ready for the game.

“Ready for today?” You smile, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

“Almost,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Now give it to me,” he says, holding out his hand in front of you.

Sitting up in the bed, you take off the jersey you’re wearing and hand it to him.

“You better win,” you tease, as he slides his arms and head through the shirt, wearing it for the match.

“Of course we will, I’ve got my lucky jersey on,” he winks at you.

And they do. 25-23 in the last match, all because of the silly tradition of wearing a sex stained jersey.

If you enjoyed this fic please go to my ao3 and leave kudos or read other fics I’ve written 🫶🏼

#idk I just wanted some smut where he nEEds to taste you and fuck you in his jersey #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #my fic #haikyu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #tsukishima smut #hq

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