beach msby4 and beach femsby4 !! first (proper) colored hq art
found out recently that when u edit a post with a new version of your art it doesn’t update previous reblogs, and now i’m forever haunted by the fact that there are like 10 variations of my drawings out there. how am i supposed to live laugh love under these conditions
so now i’m trying to be more careful before posting, tryna wait a day or two after finishing the art so i can spot mistakes 🙂↕️
Iwaizumi’s a possessive little bastard, though he’d never admit to it.
He’s constantly keeping a hand on you.
A big palm against the small of your back as you walk, fingers hooked in the belt loop of you jeans in crowded places, finding any opportunity to tug you into his lap.
It’s never overbearing, just a silent reminder that you’re with him.
Caught someone’s attention? No worry.
He’ll casually pull you in by the back of your neck, dropping a slow, lingering kiss against your lips before letting you go like it was nothing.
If he’s especially pissy, his hands settle a little firmer on your hips, leaving a messy trail of kisses down your neck, while he stares down whoever was so interested.
He never starts fights over it. Never puffs his chest out or acts like some jealous freak.
He just makes it painfully obvious where you belong, all without saying a single word.
Then, hours later, when you’re home, he’ll grumble into your shoulder, “That guy was lookin at you too much,” like you hadn’t already figured that much out.
He’s never a jerk about it. He knows it’s not your fault and he definitely knows how to handle his own.
But sometimes when he’s got your legs shaking around his waist, purposely groaning right into your ear, he can’t help but make you say it.
Cant help but practically beg you to tell him you’re his, that’s he’s got you good.
And sure, maybe Iwaizumi’s a little possessive, but it’s never really an issue.
note. #hell yeah would want to do this to whoever i’ll end up dating pre-rs like fr. I can't flirt for shit, but you know…
feat. Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Osamu Miya
Sugarawa Koushi
You were supposed to be studying. Well, you were studying. Around five minutes ago, but now you’re bored, and your attention has gone from playing with your pen to just looking around the room. Until your gaze falls on Sugawara's hands, and you find yourself staring.
“Kou.” You tap his wrist, and he looks up from his textbook.
“Hm?”
“Your hand’s kinda big.”
Sugawara blinks, then laughs—soft, breathy, a little surprised. “Is that so?”
You realize what you said, and you flush slightly, already planning to backtrack, but he’s already turning his palm upward and placing it beside yours on the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers relax. He doesn't push or tease, —just leaves it open.
The difference is… noticeable.
And somehow that makes your face hotter than it should.
“Huh,” you say, way too quietly.
Sugawara hums like he’s considering something important. Then, gently, he shifts his hand so his fingers brush against yours—measuring without actually measuring, just feeling the comparison, then he gently takes your hand, lining up your palms. His hand is definitely bigger than yours, and your heart is in your throat.
“You’re smaller than I expected,” he says casually, like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.
Then he smiles. “It’s cute.”
You immediately regret everything.
Kuroo Tetsurou
He notices before you even say anything.
“You’re doing that thing,” Kuroo says, leaning back in his chair with that irritatingly confident grin. You pause, then look at him. “What thing?”
His eyes flickers to your hand. “The staring-at-my-hand thing.”
You scoff, but you’re already caught. “I’m not— I was just—”
“Curious?” he supplies, dragging the word out like he’s entertained by you already. Before you can escape the conversation, he leans forward, elbow on the table, and casually flips his hand palm-up between you both. “Go on then,” he says. “Compare.”
You hesitate for half a second too long.
That’s all he needs.
He shifts closer, resting his hand next to yours like he’s done this a hundred times just to mess with people. His fingers are longer, warmer, and annoyingly steady.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says, watching your expression instead of your hands.
“I’m not thinking at all,” you lie.
“Sure,” he replies, smirking.
Then—just to make things worse—he lightly hooks his pinky around yours.
“Mine’s bigger,” he adds, smug as ever.
You immediately pull away, cheeks flushing. “I think it’s obvious enough without doing that.”
Kuroo laughs like he had just figured something out, and you already know from that grin that he really did.
Osamu Miya
It’s you who brings it up, in the middle of lunchtime, but only because the silence between you two feels too comfortable to waste.
“Let me see your hand,” you say suddenly.
Osamu pauses mid-bite of his onigiri.
He stares at you. “Why?”
“I just want to.”
That seems to be enough for him. He doesn't tease, nor comment on it. Osamu just sets his food down and holds out his hand like it’s nothing important.
You place yours beside it.
And immediately notice how small yours looks.
“…Huh,” you mutter.
Osamu glances down, then back at you. “What?”
“Nothing. Just… yours is kind of big.”
He shrugs. “I work with food all day. Prob’ly helps.”
You’re still staring when he turns his hand slightly, palm brushing yours—not dramatic, not teasing. Just aligning them properly like he’s actually trying to understand what you’re looking at.
His fingers curl once, absentminded.
Then he says, like it’s obvious: “Yours fits nice though.”
You blink. “What does that even mean?”
“It means what it means,” he replies, already reaching for his onigiri again.
you met him during your time as inarizaki’s manager for the boy’s volleyball team, putting away equipment after practice as he trained late nights in that small high school gymnasium. once graduation came along and you went off to do your own thing, you stayed on the sidelines, cheering him on the same way he does with everything you do.
it’s a sad fate for all of his fan girls, really. the moment he takes his first steps on the court as a pro with the msby jackals, he’s already taken. his first press conference sends storms through the media—this handsome, charming young rookie steals japan’s heart with every wink the cameras catch.
but what they don’t see at first is who atsumu’s really winking at, and it’s not the cameras. it’s you, up in the stands wearing his jersey and cheering for him every game without fail.
there’s one post-game interview that really gets his fans going.
“atsumu, great game today! as a rookie, do you feel the pressure of the professional world setting in yet?” a short female reporter with a courtside access pass around her neck shoves a microphone in atsumu’s face before he can even catch his breath.
“there’s always pressure at this level, ya’ know. but i pour my heart out into my training and i think it translates well onto the court. plus, i’ve got my girl to support me.”
a look of confusion passes over the reporter’s face before she collects herself with a polite smile. “i’m sorry, your girl?”
“yeah,” he smiles at you, waiting for him off to the side. “she’s a little camera shy. but sorry to break the news, she’s already stolen my heart. cheesy, i know.”
“so we have a case of high school sweethearts, i see,” she’s quick to switch the topic back to volleyball, “and about that play in the first half. . .”
the media sends a mixed response afterwards, but it’s certain that there’s plenty of talk about atsumu’s love life. there’s the comments on how adorable your young love is, questions about who atsumu’s mysterious lover could be, posts gushing over the way he looks at you or how he’s always seen with a bouquet of flowers after a match, disappointed fangirls that know they’ll never have a chance—and the list could go on.
but beyond the internet hype, everyone can tell how much atsumu loves you when he can never keep his girl out of the conversation.
Attempt no. 2 after studying his face a bit more. Main reason why I don’t make lads art that much is because the characters are so pretty, I have a hard time getting it right 😔🙏🏽
miya atsumu x nonchalant smart girlfriend except they love eachother very much
cw: LOTS of petnames, atsumu is a loser, memes used, disregard timestamps, may be ooc, my first smau beware, and fluff + crack,
a/n: i miss haikyuu bye, also im uploading this on my computer to fit image limit rather than my phone and i feel like a REAL goon because i feel like im broadcasting to the whole world just me Ok Thanks.
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