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ymorii · 2 years
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for this au? spin-off?? idk what it is, but i’m trying to decide between Natsu being a setter or her being a wing spiker (honestly, i feel like she could fit any vb position)
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torubeth · 10 months
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when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.
or or or!!!!!!
he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.
“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”
that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.
eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)
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temeyes · 1 month
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my darling tsukki!
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lanirawhoney · 9 days
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MSBY Picture Day!
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touchlikethesun · 2 months
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oikawa tooru at 30… putting everyone to shame… he might look cool here but he’s shit talking for sure there’s no question about it
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kissinkou · 17 days
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LIKE A CHAMP .ᐟ
ft. msby bokuto
cw : highly suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. stripping clothes. allusions to s3x. petnames (baby). locker room activities with beefy yummy bokuto :3 @omitea @steleir for my wifies !!
wc : 1k
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you can hardly hear yourself yelling over the crowd of cheers that erupt through the stands. large signs are held high with famous players jersey numbers, and the stomps of feet throughout the bleachers create a loud rhythmic bang. the boom, boom, boom of shoes against the metal as the athletes fall to the floor in celebration.
your hands clap as you look across the court, smiling wide at your husband who pumps his fist high in the air, loud yell of pure ecstasy coming straight from his mouth. you see him look to the crowd, seemingly searching until he’s able to lock eyes with you. his grin is so wide you feel as though theres a light shining in your eyes, his teammates slapping his back in praise.
bokuto is immediately striding over to you once he gets the go ahead from his coach, practically tackling you into a hug stronger than a bear, squeezing you tight. you can feel the sweat that sticks to his body, seeing a droplet run down his forehead when he pulls back to rattle you by your shoulders.
“ baby ! you saw me, yeah ? you saw me win that point ? did you ? ”
you can’t help but giggle at his frantic need for your praiseful answer, hand coming up to his face with a smile spreading onto your lips.
“ i did. it was a great game ! you did amazing ! im so proud of you, kou. ”
and that’s when you see it. the smallest but mischievous glint that pools into his eyes, and he may try to laugh it off as if it were nothing, but you know him.
you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the earlier words that left your mouth, but it led to your hand being taken and practically dragged to the mens lockeroom.
theres a sudden slam that resonates throughout the echoey walls, your back coming into contact with the locker behind you.
“ what— kou-mmph ! ”
you’re taken by surprise when a pair of lips smash into yours, teeth clashing in a frantic hurry as your question gets stolen from your mouth.
“ m’ sorry baby— i just— please. ” bokuto muffles, plea’s slipping from his mouth between the kisses he leaves on your lips, hot breath fanning over your face.
bokuto’s hands begin to roam across your body now, squeezing at the soft plush of your hips that has you instinctively rolling them onto nothing.
you can feel the tingles that shoot up from your feet to your spine, knees buckling into eachother. there’s a familiar heat that pools into your stomach, and one look at bokuto is all he needs to know his next move.
his lips are still devouring yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip as a silent ask to delve deeper. you allow him, opening your mouth just the slightest bit more so he can push his tongue past your lips and onto yours.
your hands slip from his forearms, traveling up his biceps to the back of his neck. your fingers grasp the small hairs at his nape, which makes bokuto let out a shakey breath into your mouth.
“ you don’t understand— how bad i wanted this. ” he starts, large hands now dangerously close to the plump of your bottom.
“ looked so fuckin’ pretty in the stands baby. just wanted to— have you right then. ” he starts to babble nonsense, groping your ass in a harsh squeeze that has you whimpering in his hold.
his skin is wet, hot, and sticky from the earlier match he had just played. sweat trickled down from his sideburns as it pooled under his chin, and you can feel the buldge in his uniform growing stiffer by the minute. your hand travels to the tent in his shorts, fingers just barely grazes over his print, and bokuto sucks in a harsh hiss through his teeth. always so sensitive.
his mouth begins to peck the corners of your lips, moving south down your neck with sloppy wet kisses. bokuto lets his lips hover over your skin for a moment, before he’s delving into your jugular to leave a soft bite on your most sensitive spot.
“ mm!— kou… ” is what comes out of your mouth next, egging him on before bokuto loses all sense of control he has.
his kisses have grown hungrier, keeping your lips latched onto his as he lifts you from your thighs. he keeps devouring you, effortlessly keeping you upright as he carries you to a separate area of the locker rooms.
there’s a clash and a bang, shower room door swinging open but you both don’t seem to mind it. your legs are wrapped around bokuto’s small waist, his hands on your ass the only thing keeping you steady. your back hits yet another wall, the tile cold against your skin.
“ i want— oh fuck ! ” you yell out in a sudden gasp, taken by surprise by the lukewarm water that shoots out of the showerhead in steamy streams.
you’re both soaked from head to toe in tapwater, and bokuto’s hair starts to fall down, strands tickling his nose. his clothes grow heavy on himself, sinking in to his skin and putting his abs on display through his jersey.
“ what baby ? cmon’, tell me want you want— please ? ” bokuto beckons, mumbling through the lips that trail hot kisses from your neck to your collarbones.
you take a deep, shaky breath to recollect your surroundings, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation at hand. you’re in the locker room showers, for godsake. but you know there’s no turning back now, love and needy lust swirling in you and your husbands irises like a whirlpool of desire.
“ —you. i want you. ”
bokuto’s fervant hands reach to lift the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in a hurry to strip you until you’re bare and for the taking.
you’re both exposed to eachother, hair wet and as soaked as you are as his fingers lay a playful squeeze at the skin of your naked hip. he doesn’t try to hide the neediness that takes over him anymore, pulling and groping any part of you he can get his hands on, your warm flesh being fondled lewdly.
“ i’ll give you whatever you want. you’ll be proud of me then, too, yeah ? ”
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neon-gin · 9 months
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Osamu Miya 🍙
He's got messy hair and smells like cooked rice and cigarettes~
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hinata-boke · 1 year
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Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up
67. Hinata Shoyo
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owlyflufff · 2 months
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if bokuto teaching volleyball to little kids can become canon then bokuto and akaashi getting married, living the best domestic life and still loving each other at the tender age of 130 years old can become canon too
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sonialiao · 2 months
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fINAL poster omg these volleyball boys 😵‍💫. think of this as a msby promotional poster for osaka street food or something haha okay i'm going to bed now good night 🤣 🛏️
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j-u-u-z-o · 1 year
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Dunno if this is real but wow 😩
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So handsome!
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shcyc · 2 years
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“hang on— shō!”
you’re reaching your high way too fast, and your boyfriend doesn’t listen, instead, he pushes the vibrator harder onto your clit as he smiles down at you, hand reaching to cup your face
this wasn’t what you expected when you told him the new toy was a little too intense, but you’re not complaining, not when he has you cumming three times because of it and the overstimulation has short circuited your brain
“cum for me, pretty girl.”
and he increases the speed even more, dick hard and painful in his trousers as he watches your pussy gush and squeeze around nothing, juices leaking out at unbelievably fast rate — wishing to push his own aching dick in and fucking you till the both of you pass out
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chosobaby · 1 year
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despite playing volleyball for over a dozen years, sakusa kiyoomi now thinks the sport is too dreadful for him to play.
it’s not that his team had lost their winning streak or that he no longer finds joy in the sport. no, he just abhors the fact that he’s required to remove his wedding ring.
“i hate this horrible rule… no, i loathe it! yeah— wait! abhor! i absolutely abhor this horrible rule!” kiyoomi drunkenly exclaimed while on your honeymoon after you mentioned he’d have to remove his ring during practices and matches.
with his head on your lap and your fingers in his hair, he mumbled, “fuck the volleyball gods.” and you couldn’t help but agree as you watched his fluttering eyelids and soft little grin.
and so every morning, just before he steps out the door for volleyball practice, he’ll plant a kiss against your forehead, on your nose, and on your lips. he’ll take your left hand and bring it towards his face, and his eyes will shine a bit brighter seeing your ring, a reminder and a signification that he’s yours and you’re his.
then, he’ll press a kiss right atop the band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. he’ll cup your face, allowing you to feel to cool metal from his ring on your skin, and mutter a soft i love you, showing you the smile kiyoomi reserved just for you.
…so maybe, you can forgive the volleyball gods and this horrible rule just a teensy tiny bit.
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blaxe00 · 5 months
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Atsumu at different ages 🤲
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lanirawhoney · 1 month
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My new and improved Hinata design!
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dokidoki-muffin · 6 months
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~ Now what did we say about those gaming all-nighters? 🙃 ~ Nohoho! 🤣 ~ Exactly 👌😎 . . Just a little time-skip thingy I had lying around for a while 🙃🥰
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