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sakuravulpes · 1 year ago
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★⸝⸝ [HEXUMBRA] Arachnia Eye Makeup ★⸝⸝ [GA.EG] Creepy Arms & Claws [eBody]
★⸝⸝ [HEXUMBRA] Ariade Septum FATPACK { Hunt Prize } ★⸝⸝ [GA.EG] Static Thing Hand - Middle Finger { Hunt Prize }
ღ Silly Llama Productions presents Hallow Manor 2023! The event is finally here! Are you guys ready for the event and the hunt? Halloween is my favorite season and I'm so excited! You can't miss the event! Here is the Landmark for Hallow Manor and you can also check all the important links listed below.
I'm wearing the Arachnia Eye Makeup by Hexumbra and looks absolutely stunning. It's BOM for Lelutka EvoX, with 9 eyeshadow colors and also liner and spiders for L&R sides both tintable. From the same store I'm wearing their hunt prize, Ariade Septum is a super cute ring for the nose and comes in 6 colors. You can see a closer look in the comments and blog.
I'm also wearing the Creepy Arms and Claws by GA.EG tons of options included in the pack, it's a super awesome detail for all your spooky needs. You will find 12 textures for the arms tattoos in 3 lenghts and 2 styles, bento claws rigged and animated, and a hud to change colors for the claws. The little guy on my shoulder is the Hunt Prize by GA.EG, he's super fun and unrigged so you can place it wherever you want.
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★⸝⸝ [Belantti] Mingle Lashes ★⸝⸝ moonwaii . yumi eyebrows
ღ I'm wearing the Belantti Mingle Lashes, this stunning set for Lelutka EvoX comes with 6 options. I'm also wearing the Yumi eyebrows. You will find tintable BOM layers for Lelutka EvoX in 4 versions. You will find a closer look in the comments and blog.
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★⸝⸝ [LUXURY] GABRIELLE
ღ At the event you will find this beautiful pink set! Comes with hat, dress, heels and necklace, and it's rigged for Reborn, Belleza, Erka, Legacy, Maitreya and Petite.
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★⸝⸝ Anbay - Halloween Eroticism Books Zombae Bounce ★⸝⸝ {Axia} Tibbers Fatpack
ღ I'm holding two awesome Halloween accessories and you can find them at the event! The Halloween books by Anbay are amazing! Ectoplasmic, Fang, Pleasure, Pumpkin and Zombae covers available, and Tibbers is adorable, you will get a super big hud to mix and match and also textures!
✤ ʟᴀɴᴅᴍᴀʀᴋ ✤ ғʟɪᴄᴋʀ
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★⸝⸝ Headrush Prayers Backdrop - The Bearded Guy
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matchamabs · 4 months ago
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wearing a shirt that says ask me why i love kazuichi souda
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koa-z · 4 months ago
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I saw the original on insta and immediately dropped everything to draw this
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nanakorobiyaokii · 1 month ago
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ーthey enjoyed teasing him (especially SUO) 😭😂
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palarien · 7 months ago
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why did this happen
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seiwas · 9 months ago
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₊˚⊹。 mornings don't feel the same without you | iwaizumi hajime
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summary: ​​hajime thinks that it's been a long time coming for him to wake up with this realization.
contains: implied f!reader, lingerie, use of slut (teasingly/jokingly, not to reader), lots of suggestive stuff (touching, implied sex), so much love!!, hajime is also a wee bit sentimental here, established relationship
a/n: not a lot of plot, just a lot of love! haven’t written hajime in a while, but he’s on my mind all the time. these are the songs that inspired me: lights down low, never had you, it’s you, and forever right now. 
part of how to be your lover boy (a valentine's collab by augustinewrites & seiwas) + the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: making yourself look good to feel good (your partner has something to say to you)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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Hajime thinks he’s built a pretty solid life for himself—good health, good job, good relationships; all on equal footing, in no particular order. The routine he’s built is deliberate and filled with purpose, a system diligently followed to keep himself running. 
He firmly believes that if you want to live the life you want, you have to start with yourself. A simple choice, the first step. 
And Hajime’s chosen the mornings, an old conscious effort to wake up at 6:00 on the dot now transformed into a natural rise to the softness of daylight. 
You call him a creature of habit, one that leaves no day to rest, even on Valentine’s Day. 
Sunlight trickles between his curtains, ripples of translucent white highlighting the tip of your nose. He sees you through a sleep haze, olive eyes blinking awake like the leaves on your bedside, ready to tickle your cheek and wave when you turn the other way. 
It suits you, he thinks, to be touched by light when you don’t know it. 
You’re warm under the palm of his hand, bare flesh a soft place to rest between him and your hip bone. If he focuses hard enough, he can feel the faint thump of your heartbeat, almost in tandem with the small puffs of air hitting his chin. 
He sighs, the corners of his mouth curling in contentment. 
A good life. 
Evidence of last night is strewn across the room—the red tulips on your bedside and his slacks hanging off the bed. The shirt he’d worn lies atop the dress he slipped off you, half of your black two-piece set caught in it.
The memory replays vividly—bites to his neck down to his collarbone, a pull of his hair and his lower lip caught between yours. You handle Hajime roughly because you know he can take it, know that it gets him going the more you want him. 
But with you, he takes his time—runs his fingers over every area he’s grown fond of (which is everywhere, really). He strips you down slowly, unwrapping you like a gift labeled: handle with care, open gently. 
Then, he savors it—you.
The wrapper lies next to his head, half-tucked underneath his pillow, a piece of elegant black lace you know drives him crazy. 
A perk of celebrating Valentine’s Day two ways is that one half belongs to him and the other to you—a team effort to make the day as special as it can be. 
He shifts, hand sliding up to rest on your waist. The movement causes you to stir, digging your cheek deeper into your pillow as you scrunch your brows—a sign of you coming to wake. 
Hajime immediately shuts his eyes, feigning sleep. Last night was all his—flowers, a nice dinner, and the dessert that came after it. This morning is yours, with only one instruction for him: sleep in. 
How upset would you be if he ruined your surprise? 
The bed dips on your side, no doubt you reaching for the bedside to check the time. Even with his eyes shut, he has your mornings memorized. A whispered ‘shit’ almost makes him break into a smile, but he reigns it in, expression neutral and breathing steady. 
You move again, his hand still on your waist as you turn once more, to what he can only assume is to face him. There’s a momentary pause that makes him worry you’ve found him out, but he feels your fingertips run over the crease between his brows, smoothening it out the way you always do. 
(He has a terrible habit of frowning in his sleep, he’s learned.)
It makes him nervous the longer you linger, the tips of your fingers sliding down the bridge of his nose to rest on his lips, running over it once, twice. Then you sigh, inching closer before gently nudging his nose with yours.
The small peck you land on his lips almost makes him break, but he holds it in, letting you sneak away (albeit badly) for whatever it is you’re planning for today. 
(The bed dips too deeply, comforter rustling as you untangle yourself from it. You stub your toe on the edge of your bedside table and attempt to muffle an ‘ouch’, even though he can hear you—pretty clearly actually. He has to bite his lip to stop himself from chuckling.)
If it were up to him, Hajime would just keep you here, no sneaking around or stubbed toes, no surprise or anything—just you, wrapped in his arms, under his sheets. 
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Just as he’d promised though, he did sleep in (if an extra 20 minutes of forcing his eyes shut counts as that). 
The flowers on your bedside are gone, and so is his shirt—the sheets beside him crinkled in the shape of your haste to get up from it. He yawns, running a hand through his hair to fix up the mess you made of it last night. 
As part of his routine, Hajime stretches, first with his neck—side-to-side, up-and-down—then with his back, twisting left and right. Next, he changes, puts on a pair of gray sweatpants that you claim must be a staple in his wardrobe (you say he looks like he could fuck you up, its hem hanging dangerously low to reveal the grooves of that deep v-line leading to his pelvis).
After pushing aside the curtains for sunlight to stream through, he cleans the room, picking up the mess of clothes on the floor and making the bed; you usually do this, because you’re particular with the pillow placements, but he’ll take over for now. 
This should buy you enough time, right? An extra 10 minutes for your planned surprise.
He takes a breath, doing one last scan of the room before stepping out. 
As soon as he gets into the hallway, he smells chocolate. 
Each step he takes is consciously softened as he carries his weight, carefully making his way to the sight of you, back towards him in nothing but his t-shirt hanging temptingly high to barely conceal black lace. You seem focused, entirely preoccupied with the kitchen stove.
A familiar feeling settles into his stomach, warm and soothing, one he’s been having more and more around you lately. The corner of his lips curl up. 
For Hajime, the best way to start the day is with the morning light and you.
He sneaks up behind your back, peeking over your shoulder at the chocolate pancakes you seem to be slowly ladling into the pan. And just when you’ve formed a figure he can only assume is a heart, he takes a step closer, hands resting on your hips as he scrunches up the fabric between his fingers.
“Morning,” he whispers, chin resting on your shoulder as his lips brush the side of your neck, soft and ticklish; you shiver, just a little bit. 
The greeting comes out rough, husky, and you lean into him, your hand coming to rest over his, hiking up your (his) shirt to reveal a slight peek at the black lace hugging the curves of your buttcheek. 
“Morning.” you chuckle when you hear his breath hitch. The pancake in front of you gets flipped to the other side. 
“How’s your head?” he moves to peck your temple. Hajime knows you get the worst hangovers no matter how little you have to drink, and last night was by no means little.
You groan, turning off the stove, letting the residual heat cook the pancake through. 
“Terr–” 
As you turn to him within his arms, you pause, blinking uncontrollably at the presence of Hajime’s bare skin in front of you. Your eyes go wide, zeroing in on the full chest beneath your palms, the cuts of his shoulders, and his arms. Oh—
“Slut.” your brows furrow, lips pouting as you stifle a smile. 
Hajime laughs, olive eyes crinkling as he holds you closer, hands coming to clasp at your lower back. 
“Put on a shirt, you know I can’t focus like this.” 
He knows, because you say this almost every morning, every time. 
“I would,” remnants of his amusement linger on his lips, hand reaching to squeeze your butt as he narrows his gaze mischievously, “but someone stole it.” 
You giggle, arms coming up to wind around his neck, fingers playing with the shorter strands of his hair. Then, you tiptoe, white fuzzy slippers slotting itself between his matching green ones as you tilt your head up for a kiss. 
As it is, Hajime’s liking how this surprise is going. 
He leans in, eyes falling shut as he presses against you. His hand cradles your jaw, callused skin tickling you ever so slightly as he guides your head to turn the other way. Hajime can hardly stop whenever you get him started like this, your lower lip already caught between his teeth. 
But you nip it, right as his other hand crawls underneath your shirt, pulling away as he tries to chase for more. The frown on his face is hard to miss. 
“Gonna get dressed,” you smile amusedly, feigning innocence.
“Isn’t this already too dressed?” he raises an eyebrow, tugging at your (his) shirt. His fingers trail lower, hooking themselves into the lace of your underwear. 
“Don’t be a flirt,” you scrunch your nose, “I feel gross.” 
He squeezes your hip, “I’m gross too.” 
You give him a look. 
He gives you one back. 
If Hajime had the words, he’d tell you you’re the furthest thing from gross, making him breakfast in his clothes and that pretty black number you know drives him up-the-wall crazy.
This is the stuff of his dreams. 
But then you give him those eyes, and you know just as well he’s weak to that too. So he sighs, loosening his grip so you can slip away. 
“I’ll make you eggs!” he calls out as you disappear into the bedroom. 
Your breakfast spread for him is set up on the counter, the chocolate heart pancake on the pan the last needed addition to complete everything. It’s sweet, how you prepared a full-on chocolate feast for him: hot chocolate with chocolate heart pancakes, and butter also in the shape of a heart. The tulips he’d gotten you rest prettily inside the vase he remembers from your first anniversary pottery date.
He feels especially sentimental today taking everything in, noticing how the mug that holds your half-finished coffee matches the one that holds his hot chocolate. 
In the little over two years that you’ve been together, you’ve assimilated yourself into his space so naturally that it feels like you’ve always just been here—that it feels right how all your chips fill up the entire bottom shelf of his pantry because you love snacking on them whenever, wherever.
He cracks in two eggs. 
The throw on his couch matches the pillows all because of you, and bottles of your daily vitamins sit perfectly beside all his supplements in the spice-rack turned morning-essentials-rack (one of your so-called organization hacks). 
The pan sizzles, edges of the eggs turning crisp—just how you like it (lately, it’s how he’s been liking it too). 
When you step out of the bedroom, Hajime’s begun plating your food, pouring in another batch of coffee and preparing a bowl of fruits. 
(Today, it’s strawberries—one of your favorites. He made sure to stock up on that for today.) 
Hajime thinks he’s built a pretty solid life for himself—
He prides himself on his routine and the stability of his day-to-day: the mornings, with you raiding his closet and stealing his clothes; the late afternoons, when he picks you up from work and you crash his place because it’s begun to feel so much more like home. 
The evenings cap the day off perfectly, with you tucked under his chin and your leg slung over his hip. It’s too warm, but you get cold easily and he doesn’t mind the warmth when you’re pressed up skin-to-skin. 
And when he sees you in his sweatshirt—the one paired with the sweatpants he’s wearing right now, he smirks knowingly, setting down the utensils with a dopey smile on his face. 
This is good. 
—his life that you now also fit into. 
“Sorry you had to prep the rest,” you pad towards the counter, taking a seat on the stool as he waves it off and sits beside you, “thank you.” 
Without even a word, there’s a painkiller sitting on the palm of his hand, open and waiting for you already. 
You stare at him, puppy-dog eyes and everything, pouting as your fingertips graze his, “I love you.” 
He laughs, rolling his eyes jokingly as he hands you a glass of water, his cheeks already dusted peach.
Shyness still hits him when you’re so vocal like this, but Hajime has known he’s loved you since that day at some outdoor concert you dragged him into. The forecast was gloomy but you’d insisted it was an experience he shouldn’t miss, so he agreed—packed an umbrella and wore a jacket with a hood even, just in case. 
But there you were, in the middle of the downpour, dancing under the rain, and when you’d beckoned him closer, you had that same look on your face. 
“Love you too,” he whispers against your forehead, pressing his lips against it, “happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” 
Breakfasts with the two of you are usually rushed, but work for him today isn’t until noon and you have an entire day off to pack for a two-week business trip you’re set to leave for tomorrow.
So, this is nice. You both have time.  
You’re talking about all sorts of things—some work gossip, that nice old lady who lives a few units down from him; there’s the whole itinerary for your business trip too—meeting here, meeting there. An extra hour to kill to maybe sightsee. Evenings are usually free, and so on. 
But as he’s chewing on half of the chocolate heart pancake, he just can’t, for the life of him, stop thinking. 
The more he hears about your schedule for the upcoming weeks, the more he’s realizing that this is the longest time you’ll be apart.
And he wonders, what’s that gonna be like? 
Most of your clothes will be gone from his dresser, his bathroom counter half-empty without all your skincare. No overheating at night without your arm wrapped firmly around his spine. Just one mug during breakfast, not two, and only a single pair of green fuzzy slippers pacing around the rooms. 
It’ll be a little like how it was before you.
And he hates how that’s even a possibility.  
He takes a sip from his mug.
“So, Oikawa’s taking me out on a date. Is that okay with you?” you lean against your palm, elbow supported on the counter. 
He nods, humming as he sets down the hot chocolate. 
“Hajime.” you hide your smile. 
He snaps out of it, “Hm?” 
“So you’re okay with me going on a date with Oikawa?” 
His knee-jerk scowl is much more like it. 
“That fucker asked you out?” 
You laugh, shaking your head while taking his hand to interlace your fingers with his, “Just seeing if you were listening.” 
A pause, then a squeeze. 
“Wanna tell me what you’re thinking?” 
He tilts his head slightly; one look at you and you draw it all out of him. There’s something about this—breakfasts in his kitchen, with you wearing his clothes and the morning light streaming in. You share a joke or two (or five), a few teasing touches here and there, the mood relaxed and just overwhelmingly nice. 
Hajime is so authentically himself when he’s with you that he doesn’t want anyone else knowing the parts of him that you do—
Everyone would be surprised to find that his typically uptight self is surprisingly funny when he’s let loose; he’s made you laugh a good number of times to prove it, too. 
The boys would never let him live it down if they saw him peach-faced at the tiniest bit of your affection; and they’ll tease him for eternity if they find out that the reason he taps out so early during ‘boys’ nights’ is because he still gets so excited to cuddle in bed with you. 
This is the kind of day-to-day he wants, and he knows you’re the key to all of it. 
—so, Hajime chooses you, much like he’s chosen the mornings. 
“Move in with me,” he tells you simply, two fields of olive green sincerity. 
The words flow out of him with an intensity uninhibited, something you don’t get from him very often. Your expression shifts, breath on hold and—
“When you get back.” he follows up quickly, giving you space to consider it first, “What do you think?” 
All logic is telling him he should be nervous, that this is the defining moment of another goal he’s been working his ass off to reach, but somehow, with his hand in yours, this feels easy. Comfortable in all the good ways because loving you has always been just that. 
“Sex last night was that good, huh?” 
And this—there’s never been a problem with this too. 
He snorts, cheeks turning a deep peach. 
“Just realizing that mornings don’t feel the same without you,” he admits, pulling you closer. You hop off the stool and inch closer, standing between his legs as he rests his hands on your lower back.  
“Flirt.” you scrunch your nose, squeezing his waist. 
You say that, but he sees how your smile reaches your eyes; how it glosses over when you catch his gaze. 
“Okay, muscle boy,” your hands settle on his shoulders, fingers splayed out over every dip and curve, “better do all the moving then. Want all my stuff here by the time I get back.” 
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And he does—
When you get back, he’s contacted his landlord to get you on the lease. Your clothes are all in his (or now your?) apartment, some still in boxes but the essentials already organized in the closet now split to house both of your things. 
There’re pieces of you everywhere now, not just touches like a person half-there. A lot of the big furniture is still at your place, but that’s really just because he wants to leave that part up to you. 
—after all, it’s your home now too.
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thank you notes: @augustinewrites for loving hajime as much as i do 🥹 lights down low used to be a normal soft song for me before, now it belongs to him bc of u + @soumies @mysugu bc this is kinda really so self-shippy and every time i think of seiwa i think of you both 🥺 + @ktsumu for requesting this! i know it only slightly follows the prompt but i hope you enjoy my spin on it anyway 🥺
a/n: i don't think any amount of fic can express how much i love him 🥹 but i hope this comes close 🥹
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comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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haikyu-mp4 · 27 days ago
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An assortment of babysitters
Iwaizumi brings his toddler son to work, for my Parenting event<3
requested by @moochiwoochi. word count; 504 – no reader
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Iwaizumi is what many would call a Superdad. When he wore the holster with his toddler strapped to his chest, it looked like he was always meant to carry his son.
He looked no less natural in his dadness when he entered the gym one morning, greeting all the athletes on Japan’s national volleyball team and smirking when his baby made sounds that sounded much like they one day would be the same words he said.
The cooing from the athletes was immediate. “Good morning, tiny Iwa,” Hinata said in a babylike voice, not even greeting the actual trainer, while Bokuto made kissy sounds with his hands clutched together to contain the cuteness aggression.
“You brought backup,” Suna joked, holding the baby’s hand and shaking it, a tiny smile on his face.
“We will be doing circle practice today, let’s get started on setting up the stations!” He instructed, splitting everyone into random groups and making them set up each station for working out a different muscle or volleyball drill.
Usually, they would be in the gym with all the workout equipment, where he would definitely never bring his precious son. However, they would be in the big hall and do mixed practices like this once a week to give the muscles a more varied workout.
The athletes’ jaws fell loose when they saw Iwa put the toddler down on a baby blanket at one station, handing him a toy he liked before looking at them and resting his hands on his hips. “The babysitting station. Every time he cries, I’m adding another round.”
Hoshiumi’s laughter rang through the room and Kageyama’s gulp was practically audible, as he made eye contact with Ushijima who looked just as nervous. Meanwhile, Komori and Suna were grinning at the end of the lineup, already plotting to sabotage this baby’s first words.
They got started on the training, and Iwaizumi did his best to pay attention to all the stations while also keeping a keen eye on his baby. They were doing 2 minutes on each station, and the cute toddler pouted every time his babysitter changed, while the athletes cooed and tried to convince him not to cry.
It was going well until Sakusa and Yaku got there, one of the last groups before they would get a break. While Yaku held the boy and enjoyed trying to get him to walk, Sakusa stayed as far away as possible. Baby Iwa held his hands out for Sakusa, transfixed on his curly hair and begging to be transferred to the more reluctant babysitter. Yaku, a bit insulted that he wasn’t the favourite and also annoyed that Sakusa was so prickly, started yelling at the Jackal. Result? Baby. Crying.
Iwaizumi laughed, jogging over to pick his son up, predicting he’d want some food soon anyway. “That’s another round, guys!”
He could hear the athletes yelling at the last babysitters as he walked over to his bag, fishing out a bottle before turning back to them.
“Get back to it!”
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for the requester: thank you so much for the fun request<3
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idyllcy · 1 month ago
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secret of us (deluxe) event
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HAPPY SECRET OF US DELUXE DROP :333333333 to celebrate (bc that's so true ruined my life) we're doing a mini event!! Drop a character + song/number in the inbox and I'll write a little short smth based on the character n song!! Happy requesting <3
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Track List
Felt Good About You - Tim Drake
Risk - Cass Cain
Blowing Smoke - Simon Riley
I Love You, I’m Sorry - Damian Wayne
us. - Carlos Oliveria
Let It Happen - Jason Todd
Tough Love - Ada Wong
I Knew It, I Know You - Tim Drake
Gave You I Gave You I - Hajime Hinata
Normal Thing - Konig
Good Luck Charlie - Dick Grayson
Free Now - Jason Todd
Close to You - Bruce Wayne
Cool - Dick Grayson
That’s So True - Jason Todd
I Told You Things - Leon Kennedy
Packing It Up - Saiki Kusuo
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posting starts Oct 28th!! Ty for requesting <3
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l1tw1ck · 1 year ago
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bottom!ftm!camboy!Hajime Hinata x top!male!teacher!reader
[Event Request] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con, Hypnotism, Recording, Teacher/Student, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Creampie
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Hajime suddenly stops in his tracks, successfully hypnotized by you. You've been watching his live streams for a while and you recently found out that he's your very own student. You decided to take advantage of that. “From now on, you’ll do whatever I say.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He says, almost robotically.
After getting Hajime to log into his account, you started up his stream. He's sitting on his desk and looking up at you and your phone camera with a dazed expression. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants when you ask him to. “Shit, you didn't wear any underwear?” You look at his pretty cunt in awe. He shakes his head. “Spread your legs and touch yourself.” You order. He does exactly that, sliding two of his fingers into his warm cunt. You watch him whilst using your free hand to jerk off. You look over to read the chat, most of the viewers are wondering who you are and why Hajime revealed his face. They also think he seems off. Hajime moans softly, getting close to an orgasm. “Faster.” You say. His moans increase as he speeds up his pace. Moments later, he's squirting. He doesn't stop fingering himself until you tell him to.
Hajime looks up at you, now lying down on the desk with his legs raised in the air. He’s completely unaware of the situation he's in. You slowly sink your cock into his wet pussy, taking in the wonderful feeling of being inside him. “God, you're tight, Hajime. I guess none of those dildos were big enough to prepare you for me, huh?” You look at his flushed face then down at his chest, his hard nipples poking through his shirt. “Unbutton your shirt.”
Hajime quickly opens up his shirt, his tie falling in between his chest. “Play with your tits.”
He holds his tits in his palms and uses his thumbs and index fingers to play with his nipples. You start slowly fucking him right after you bottom out inside him, too impatient to care about him. Hajime lets out the cutest moans, squeezing your cock like he doesn't want you to leave. You pick up the pace, roughly fucking him. He can't help but cry out in pleasure, coming for a second time. His enjoyment is clearly painted on his face but his eyes show that he's not all there.
Just as you come inside him, you say the command that snaps him out of his haze. Hajime quickly comes to and analyzes the situation before him. You look down at him with a smile. He feels himself getting aroused as he pieces everything together. His teacher, someone he finds very attractive, was fucking him. “..Can I have more?” He asks, wanting to go another round now that he's actually conscious.
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Jan 28th: Scout! Rich Love Cafe will be released on Jan 30th at 3PM JST.
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furuyalover · 7 months ago
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Hey bae! Can I request the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra, with any of the Haikyuu boys for your music event? - 🫧
somethin’ stupid | mars & her music event
"and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like 'i love you'"
— ft. iwaizumi hajime
AN: tysm for ur request! this was so much fun to write & ty for joining my event! for any readers int in participating, more info ab it here ! also this is on the longer side so cozy up, & get ready for some iwa fluff
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"i know i stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me..."
you were at a semi-formal event put on by your school, aoba johsai. despite the amount of people there, the ballroom in which the ball took place had a tranquil atmosphere. seeing your classmates in an elegant manner, looking at some of them and thinking oh wow they clean up nice, it was a rather lovely change of pace. however, only one student in particular really caught your eye. that student, of course, was the one and only, iwaizumi hajime.
he looked radiant. you've really never seen him in anything outside of his school and volleyball uniforms, so he was really a sight for sore eyes. the suit he wore was well-tailored, but you could still make out the defined muscles on his biceps. he was so elegant and well mannered in this setting, and it certainly helped that his best friend sitting next to him was being as obnoxious as usual, making iwaizumi's polished manner even more apparent,
hajime also had his eyes set on someone, you. he only ever sees you at school, in your required uniforms, so he was stricken with adornment when he saw you tonight. he had always admired you, had even a secret crush on you, (which of course was obvious to the whole volleyball team based off how much he mentions you) seeing you dressed so lovely, and looking even more beautiful than usual, how could he not gaze at you like that? but when he saw you being approached by other students, telling you how gorgeous you looked, his insecurities got the best of him. why should i even try? they already have all these other guys romancing them, i wouldn't even stand a chance, he would mumble to himself. oh how little the boy knows..
"i practice everyday to find some clever lines to make the meaning come through. but then i think i'll wait til the evening gets late, and i'm alone with you..."
after talking it over with his best friend who sat beside him, tooru oikawa, he decided to just say screw it and muster up enough courage to talk to you. he & oikawa practiced exactly what he's going to say to you, since tonight will be the night he finally confesses to you. after ensuring that his words will be perfect, he gathers all his confidence to get up, and begin walking to where you're standing & talking to a few classmates.
"the time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue"
he slowly makes his way over to you, being sure that you aren't talking to anyone by the time he approaches you. everything is gonna go perfectly, he'll have the perfect moment to tell what he's been feeling all these months.
after finishing some conversations with friends, out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar face walking towards you. is iwaizumi really coming over here? oh my god this is really happening, shit i hope i look okay. you frantically pat down your hair and clothes, to make sure you hopefully look perfect by the time iwa sees you. when he finally gets to you, you notice something about him is different. he seems more reserved than usual, almost seemingly shy?
"iwaizumi! i didn't know if you were gonna make it today, great to see you!" you say smiling like an idiot. "please, call me hajime. great to see you too, you look stunning." flustered by his affection, you look down smiling to hide your beet red face. hajime is hit with relief because now you hopefully won't see how red he is himself. "hey don't wanna sound weird or anything, but would you wanna step outside with me for a sec? there's something i need to get off my chest." your eyes widened, nervous at what he could possibly have to say. but regardless you nod in agreement as he takes you outside.
the two of you gaze out to the sky, on the balcony just outside the venue of the formal, in partially comfortable partially awkward silence. "so, um, what was it you wanted to say?" you nervously ask to try and break the ever so loud silence. fuck. iwaizumi thought. all his practice with oikawa? yea, that all went out the window because suddenly his mind is going a million miles per minute. he has so many thoughts running through his head, but he just can't seem to find the words, nor the confidence, to voice them. but before you know, the stern and intimidating volleyball player you're used to turns into a rambling mess.
"and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, 'i love you'..."
"i don't really know how to say this, but fuck it i'll just try" he starts. you take a step back to look at him, a little confused, but waiting to hear the rest. "y/n, i really like, maybe even love you. i don't know, i'm bad with feelings, but i do know that you're all i think about. i never shut up about you, and i think you're the most perfect person put on this earth. i know i'm not oikawa, and that you probably have tons of other guys who want you and i probably sound stupid but i jus-" he stops suddenly when realized that you've wrapped your arms around him and engulfed him in a hug. after hesitantly wrapping his muscular arms around you, he relaxes a bit more, and eases into your touch.
with the side of your face resting on his chest, you look up at him beaming. both of you blushing profusely, but neither of you pay any attention to that. after a moment of just staring at each other, you finally say with a smile "you are kinda stupid hajime, i like you too, maybe even love also. i don't know how you haven't picked up on that yet" this just makes iwaizumi pull you in tighter, it feels like all his dreams had just came true.
"oh my god he finally did it" "god it's about time" oikawa and hanamaki groan to each other. yes they watched this whole thing go down for a comfortable distance, partially to make fun of him but also just to support their close friend from afar
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afyrian · 1 month ago
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(for your followers event im going to have as much fun as possible requesting)
CAPTAIN AMERICA‼️‼️‼️THERE IS A CAT STUCK IN A TREE ‼️‼️‼️‼️DO YOU HEAR THAT SCREECHING NOISE NEARBY ‼️‼️
of course………:…..:……no surprise here…..::..::::::…..with iwa <3333
(i hope this is fun to write i wanted it to be a FUN request !!)
congratulations on 600 followers!!!!!!!!!!!! you genuinely deserve it and more. you’re so talented and cool and i’m so proud of you <333
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irresistible iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | prompts: brother's best friend + band au
    "okay, no, i am not dating hajime," you hold your drumsticks, tapping the palm of your hand with the tips, "i don't get why you keep harping on this."
  "you're the one calling him hajime, even i don't call his ass hajime and i've known him way longer than you have," oikawa stands in front of your drum set, hands stuffed into his pockets, having the same conversation that he's had with you for the past few weeks.
  you take the drumsticks and set them down onto your seat. for weeks you've been telling oikawa that you in no way have had a romantic relationship with your bandmate. in no way have you found yourself at his place for more than a few nights. and in no way shape or form have you held his face in your hands as you feel his lips against your's... no way.
  "because we're close.. that's all. now, if you don't mind, i'm going to go back to my room and prep for tonight. you should probably drink some tea, your voice sounds a little gravelly," you joke, tapping oikawa's shoulder as you walk past him, listening to him ask one of the crew members of his voice is as gravelly as you say. 
  the hallway from the stage to the rooms is long. lights shine down from annoyingly white bulbs, illuminating posters on each sides of the walkway. bands new and old are featured, name plates below each one. at the very end before your room is a nameplate featuring your band name, a frame resting against the carpet flooring. the poster isn't there yet, waiting for this momentous evening. 
  opening the changing room's door, the light is already on, iwaizumi resting on your couch. a backwards baseball cap is resting over his face, arms crossed over his chest. shutting the door quietly, you slowly make your way to the couch, kneeling down beside the couch. reaching your hand up, your hand moves like molasses up to his cap, lifting it and setting it down on the ground.
  leaning up, you kiss his temple, smiling into his skin as his hand reaches up and grabs your forearm. "hello?" his voice is deep, scratchy from the deep sleep he had found himself in. 
  "hi, hajime.. you fell asleep in my room, you know oikawa would freak if he saw you in here," you lean back, running your thumb along his hairline, feeling the textural difference between his skin and hair. 
  iwaizumi's eyes open, meeting yours. his features are soft, a gentle smile forcing its way to his lips. iwaizumi runs his hand up and down your arm, chills running up and your back as he does so. "so let him freak out, i just want to relax with you before the biggest show of our career," he scoots over, creating space between him and the back of the couch, "so let's just relax for a moment..."
  "you're lucky i find you irresistible," you roll your eyes, stepping over him and laying on his arm, his fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve.
  his chin rests against the top of your head. your hands grab a hold of his free one, finger running along the creases in his palm, feeling the callouses on the tips of his fingers. a part of you can feel yourself drifting into a moment of relief. and you know that you have the concert that night, but you just want to lay there and feel his chest moving up and down slowly. 
  you want to say something more, remind him that oikawa could come in at any second, that he would pester you until the day you died. however, saying something to move iwaizumi away from you was far from anything you wanted leaving your lips. “i know we have to play tonight, but i’d much rather just stay here with you,” he whispers, shifting his head to kiss the top of yours.
  “i wholeheartedly agree,” you whisper back, taking in the scent of his cologne, “maybe after this we can celebrate together, buy some dessert or something, hangout at my place.”
  iwaizumi nods into your touch, staying quiet and only giving you his physical response as an answer. for a moment, the world is at peace. and for that very slim moment, you forget about oikawa, you forget about any of your struggles, of this relationship that you’ve kept secret for far too long. and the only thing ruining it is the sound of oikawa barreling down the hallway, pounding his feet and shouting ‘it’s showtime’!
  in a moment of urgency and confusion, you push iwaizumi away from you. he quickly falls to the ground and lands on his stomach, hands bracing the fall. it wasn’t far, and you could see that nothing happened, but his expression as he looked back at you was pure disbelief. “what the hell?” his eyebrows furrowing, only softening as he hears the door open with oikawa right behind.
  “did you hear me? it’s showtime! wait- iwa what are you doing in here?” your older brother questions, hands on his hips.
  iwaizumi looks between you and your brother, pondering for a moment if it would just be easier to tell him about your relationship. “i thought i dropped my in-ear under the couch when i came to tell y/n about the start time,” he jumps up from his spot, wiping his hands together to get the dust off. 
  “but it’s in your ear…” 
  “yeah, i realized that as soon as i fell to the ground,” iwaizumi shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, “so, let’s get a move on.”
  “yeah, oikawa, let’s get a move on,” you get up from the couch, raising your eyebrows while giving him a suspiciously innocent smile. 
  oikawa narrows his eyes at the two of you, backing up into the hallway before pounding on matsukawa’s dressing room door. looking back at iwaizumi, you can see a scowl on his face. reminiscent of all the times the two of you found yourselves keeping oikawa from the truth. pursing his lips, “wow, you’re so lucky i find you irresistible.”
a/n: THANK YOU EGGY <33 i couldn’t have gotten this far without your love and support so i’ll always appreciate it!! AND i did have fun gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon
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oceaneyesinla · 2 months ago
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Hiiii! Congrats on your milestone! I hope you have many more followers! :)
Id love prompt #6 (giving them a head massage) with Umemiya from Wind Breaker. I’d love to run my fingers through his hair and just listen to him. 🥰
Steph!!!! thank you so much 😊🤍 i love Ume so much and i fear it shows - this is disgustingly soft even for me, and we all know how soft and squishy my fluff gets!
Part of my Fluff, Fluff and More Fluff Event - submissions still open!
Prompt 6: giving them a head massage while they listen to the other one talk about their day
Umemiya Hajime x gn!Reader
Divider by @/adornedwithlight
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Umemiya Hajime is many things to many people. To the boys of Bofurin, he's a stalwart leader, a pillar of strength they can rely on through fair weather and harsh storms. To his inner circle, his Four Kings, he's a trusted friend, one they confide in and one they stand alongside with pride. To Kotoha, he's the older brother she will never admit she loves to have. She rolls her eyes and shrugs off his open, enthusiastic affection, but you know she appreciates the unconditional love he shows her. To the people of Makochi, he's a jack of all trades - the shop owners shower him in discounted goods and the elderly pinch his cheeks and remark on how he's a 'nice young man’ and the children idolise him, staring up at him with stars in their eyes as he tells them stories and lets them ride on his shoulders.
Umemiya Hajime is everything to everyone, But to you? He's your Hajime. Nothing more, nothing less. You love the man he is outside the walls of your home - strong, passionate and infinitely kind. He fights with his heart and loves with every fibre of his being and sometimes, when you watch him sing to his plants or mentor his kouhai, you feel like your heart will burst with all the affection you feel for him.
You know the responsibility he carries is a heavy load, and you feel honoured that he leaves that load at the door - shrugging off the weight along with his Bofurin jacket, hanging it up on the hook in the hallway and allowing you into the portion of his heart reserved just for you. Instead of being the caretaker, he allows himself to be taken care of. He puts the same trust in you as the members of Bofurin put into him, and you cradle his heart like the most precious treasure of all.
He lets himself soften when it's just the two of you, and there's a part of you that enjoys that fact. The great Umemiya Hajime placed his heart in your hands, and no-one else will ever see him quite the way you do.
Right now, if someone saw him, they would never believe his fearsome reputation. He's stretched out on the couch, silky hair free of product and falling into his eyes. His reading glasses are perched on his nose, though the book he was reading has been abandoned, now resting on his chest. His attention is occupied by the way your hand is gently carding through soft strands, nails lightly scratching over his scalp with each pass. A dopey, affectionate grin is stretching across his face, like he's some kind of Samoyed, and you're sure that if he was, his tail would be wagging,
He loves to be the centre of your attention, and lucky for him, you love to give it to him. It's as relaxing for you as it is for him - he's freshly showered, smelling of his favourite body wash and flowery shampoo, and the weight of his head in your lap is grounding.
"Do you feel better now, Haji? Do your knuckles hurt?” He came home roughed up, knuckles bruised and pretty face bloody. He looked far too content while you were patching him up, and you suspect he was just happy to have your hands on him, wiping the blood away with a gentle touch.
He slides his glasses off, mischief shining in his eyes, "If I say yes, will you kiss them better?”
You know the smile tugging at your lips is nothing short of adoring, and you reach for one hand, lifting it up and pressing a featherlight kiss to the damaged skin of his knuckles, "I'd do it even if you said no, baby.” You place his hand back on his chest, repeating your actions on his other hand. When both hands have been given your magical healing kisses, you lean down to press one to his forehead too, just for good measure.
He's beaming up at you, and your heart swells with love once again. Your hand slides back into his hair, and you resume your soothing rhythm, "Now, for the kisses to work, you've got to tell me about the seedlings we planted last month. Are they growing well?”
It's just an excuse to listen to his voice, and the little laugh that escapes Ume tells you that he's well aware. He indulges you all the same, just as you indulge him, and that's how you spend the rest of your night; Hajime gesticulating excitedly while he told you all about your seedlings, and his tomatoes, and the radishes a reluctant Sakura helped him plant - and you hanging onto his every word like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky, one hand still playing with his hair and the other resting over his heart. It's comfortable, it's familiar, and you're exactly where you always want to be - wrapped up in the love you share.
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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 months ago
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They settled that argument so easily!
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Teamwork > them being against each other
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solzscribblez · 4 days ago
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solzscribblez' haikyuu holiday fic event
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happy holidays!
welcome to solz' 12 days of holidays!
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ 12 oneshots posted between now and the new year! ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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cranberry sauce - hajime iwaizumi x reader - coming soon!
summary: it takes exactly 29 hours in the midwest for iwaizumi to determine that he made a mistake coming to her house for thanksgiving
tags: friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of crack, pining, family issues (kinda), iwaizumi is really freaked out by american cranberry sauce
homesick - kenma kozume x reader - coming soon!
summary and tags coming soon!
how to cook a turkey - osamu miya x reader - coming soon!
summary: osamu is REALLY trying to do a nice thing for his girlfriend. unfortunately for him, cooking a turkey is a lot harder than he thought it would be. (and atsumu is making himself as unhelpful as possible)
tags: established relationship, fluff, oh my god so much fluff, atsumu causes problems for everybody
december 24 - bokuto koutarou x reader - coming soon!
summary: desperate to impress you, bokuto has been trying to pick out the perfect christmas gift for you since november. now its december 24 and he has nothing. at least he's staying calm (he's not).
tags: friends to lovers, fluff, bokuto has never been normal about anything in his life
early riser - osamu miya x reader -coming soon!
summary: you are NOT a morning person. osamu is. too bad your little cousin just woke everybody up at 5 in the morning to open presents.
tags: established relationship, fluff just straight up fluff, osamu is a corny little loser
yawn - kuroo testurou x reader - coming soon!
summary and tags coming soon!
title pending - tsukishima kei x reader - coming soon!
summary and tags coming soon! (and im gonna rename this)
catch the last flight home - oikawa tooru x reader - coming soon!
summary: oikawa's not coming home for christmas, so you made other plans.
tags: established relationship, oikawa is a jealous little weenie, fluff, a slight touch of angst but oikawa is literally making it up, mattsun and maki own the world's ugliest matching christmas pajamas
pussy pjs - suna rintarou x reader - coming soon!
summary and tags coming soon! (and im gonna rename this) ((maybe))
secret santa - akaashi keiji x reader - coming soon!
summary: akaashi should have never let bokuto run their team's annual secret santa.
tags: manager! reader, college au, friends/teammates to lovers, bokotu plotting,
3...2...1... - iwaizumi hajime x reader - coming soon!
summary: iwaizumi's list of things he hates today
1. holiday parties
2. oikawa
3. holiday parties thrown by oikawa
tags: coming soon!
new year, new lesbian - shimizu kiyoko - coming soon!
summary and tags coming soon!
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all titles, plots, characters, etc. are subject to change! i might write diff characters, might change some stories idk... the worlds my oyster
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