#ojiro aran

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haikyuu stretching

[ezariumi]

onigiri guild hangout | urban fantasy AU

+ close ups !!

[h4mmiee]

monsters’ feast

[thelingodingo]

Inarizaki's Kansai Dialect

Japanese Dialects are split into Eastern and Western, with the Standard Japanese dialect being Eastern (Kanto region) and Kansai region dialect being Western (eg. cities of Osaka and Kyoto, and of course Hyogo prefecture- where Inarizaki is from). The pitch, tone, and stressing of the sounds is different from standard Tokyo Japanese so you should be able to hear the difference in how the Inarizaki members speak even if you don't know any Japanese.

just in case yall didn't know, Suna is the only member on the team that does not use Kansai dialect as he was scouted from Aichi prefecture, so he basically just speaks in the standard dialect

Some linguistics of the dialect that may or may not be heard in the show:

"ya" ending vs the standard "da" ending.

Kore kirai ya. vs Kore kirai da. (I hate this.)

the use of the "h" sound instead of "s"

Han vs standard san (honorific suffix, not really used anymore)

Negation suffix "-hen" instead of the standard "-nai".

Taichou kanri dekitehen koto, homen na. vs Taichou kanri dekitenai koto, homen na. (Don't compliment him when he's obviously not taking care of himself.)

verb "oru" vs the standard "iru".

Dareka ga mitoru yo, Shin-chan. vs Dareka ga miteiru yo, Shin-chan. (Someone's always watching, Shin-chan.)

verb "temau" vs standard "teshimau"

Naitemau yaro! vs Naiteshimau darou! (You're gonna make me cry!)

Negation "suru" verb becomes "sen" instead of "shinai".

Ki ni sen dee. vs Ki ni shinai yo. (Don't worry about it.)

Some words that are different in Kansai dialect:

Honto becomes Honma (really)

Sodane becomes Seyade (thats right)

Nande becomes Nandeyanen (why)

Totemo becomes Meccha (very)

ii becomes ee (good)

"aho" means stupid in Japanese, but apparently in the Kansai dialect calling someone an "aho" is actually a compliment?! (even though it has the same definition)

Overall, I could watch the Karasuno vs Inarizaki episodes a hundred times just to listen to Inarizaki's dialect and how different it sounds to the rest of the characters in the entire show.

Although Karasuno speaks in the standard dialect (which isn't very strange since Miyagi is a suburb close enough to the Kanto region), theres a few lines here and there where one of them says something using the Tohoku dialect (the dialect that would be used often in the rest of Tohoku, such as Aomori).

But that can be a separate post for another day!

(I especially like Kita's voice, thank you Nojima Kenji.)

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captain & ace <33

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y'all got this all wrong

suna rintaro's absolute favorite sex position is cowgirl. all suna has to do is lay back and enjoy the show that your tits are giving him. rocking horse when he gets horny sitting up but mostly cowgirl. mating press when he wants to get you pregnant.

atsumu miya's favorite sex position is most definitely missionary. he loves to see the way your pretty face contorts as he sticks his cock in while toying with your clit calling you pretty girl along the way

aran ojiro most definitely loves doggy style. looking at you arch your back already a wet sloppy mess for him. he loves to reach one hand around to wipe the tears of overstimulation from your face while the other toys with your clit

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[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up   43. Ojiro Aran

[jinchuls]

𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

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[mafuwara]

Arankita as «Le Printemps» by Pierre Auguste Cot

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Top 5 ACES

[h4mmiee]

senpais are furthering their education

[kairulean]

training camp evening breaks 🏐🌆

trying to get into the funk of playing around with colour palettes. I wanted to create something that felt more youthful and easy-spirited. of course I had to go with the training camp theme :)

obviously much to unpack here, ive got my headcanons posted on insta 😄 i just think that an inarizaki x itachiyama x fukurodani training camp would be 100% fun and chaotic

[atticraccoon]

April 4th is Aran's birthday!

[no1frogfan]

Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kita, Aran x afab reader

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, p in v, mirror sex, (very) light degradation, not really breath play but 1 tiny neck squeeze, anal sex, threesome, oral (m & f receiving), creampie (pretty much always), the boys smell good (ALWAYS)

Word count: ~1.5k

Note: Not huge on Oikawa normally, but had a lot of fun writing him here. Happy early birthday to Aran <3. If you enjoyed this, you may thank ix for sending me Miyuki bulge art that turned me into a mess of horny goo

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You hear a loud thump followed by muffled cursing from the other side of the wall. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door. Standing there is a very pretty brown-haired man with a pout on his face. When you tell him your friend’s not home and you’re just cat-sitting, he introduces himself as Oikawa Tooru and asks you for help instead. “I’d normally ask Iwa-chan (you have no idea who that might be), but he has the audacity to be out of the country right when I need to hang up these curtains,” he whines. First, you’re stunned by how handsome he is, then, you’re floored by the glamor of his apartment, but nothing prepares you for his bedroom — sure, there’s a huge bed, elegant furniture, and a literal chandelier, but none of these catch your eye as much as the two walls covered floor-to-ceiling in mirrors. You’ve never understood mirrors in the bedroom, but to each their own, you suppose, as Oikawa rambles on about the curtains — color or fabric or weight or whatever.

He insists that you stay for a drink, or two, or three as he regales you with tales of his professional volleyball career in Argentina and how he’s back in Japan for good now, sitting way too close to you on his fancy leather couch, thighs almost touching, one arm slung casually behind you. He’s much sweeter and funnier than his bratty demeanor first led you to believe, and you let yourself be charmed by him, let your senses be filled by his warm brown eyes, easy laughter, spiced cologne. Because there’s only one thing on your mind since you helped him hang those curtains up: what would it be like to be filled with him? And your breathing shallows, thighs clenching at the thought.

Ever observant, Tooru doesn’t miss the signs, which is how he knows you’d respond eagerly when he leans in to bite at your neck, guiding you to the bedroom. And now as he splays you open in his lap, you understand the appeal of the mirrors. You don’t just hear and feel the squelch of your sopping cunt every time he plunges up into you, you see every tremor of your body on full display, you see his hands palming your breasts, you appreciate the sheer size of them as he wraps his fingers around your neck and gives you a light squeeze. You see your pussy lips trembling, your cum and his running down his balls and pooling into a dark wet stain on the sheets. You see his chin resting on your shoulder, forehead sweaty, lips moving as he purrs into your neck about how good you’re taking him, how you’re being such a perfect little fucktoy just for him. You’re exhausted after so many rounds, but when you try to lean your head back to rest on him, he tsks, wrapping one calloused hand around your jaw to yank your chin back down. “Ah ah, eyes on me,” he orders as he reaches down to slap your throbbing clit, “watch me make this slutty pussy cum one more time.”

“Come here, c’mon boy!” You bend over and slap your thighs invitingly, trying to act like everything’s fine. Everything’s normal! You’re just playing around in the park! But Bacon sees through your lies. He knows you’re just trying to leash him, and he’s decided that being chased is way more fun than being caught. He runs off again with a muddy splash and you straighten up with a groan. This is your fault, really. You should’ve been more careful clipping his harness on this morning, but he really needed to go outside and you were basically still asleep as you pulled on some sweatpants and shuffled out. You’re just starting to accept that today will be miserable when you hear a husky “Need some help with Bacon?” You stiffen as a tall man with spiky black hair approaches you, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. He introduces himself as Iwaizumi Hajime, your friend’s neighbor. Ah, so that’s why he knows Bacon.

By the time you two catch him, he’s rolled in 3 more mystery puddles and has basically become a foul swamp creature. Iwaizumi very kindly carries him back to your friend’s apartment and helps you bathe him too. After you both clean yourselves up, you cook him lunch as a small thanks and the two of you get to chatting. He tells you he’s an Olympic trainer. So that’s why all you want him to do is pin you down and fuck you senseless. You wet your lips as your mind wanders, your eyes raking over his broad shoulders and burly thighs. He clears his throat, that smirk tugging at his lips again when he asks you if you “Like what you see?”

Oh, you definitely do. If you could have a single coherent thought right now, you’d thank your lucky stars as your knees are pinned against your ears and your shoulders are pressed awkwardly against the back of the couch, a continuous whine of “oh fuck— fuck— oh my g— fuck Hajim—mm so good—” spilling out from your mouth as a wall of Iwaizumi looms over you. He angles himself with each thrust to hit that spot inside your clenching pussy that has your eyes rolling back. He teases one finger against your asshole, gingerly slipping it in when he hears you moan, pushing you over the edge for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s obviously not just the athletes themselves that have Olympic-level stamina because Iwaizumi is immediately ready to go again, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance of your ass. You shudder and wiggle against him, letting out a pleased sigh as he presses inside, his eyes locked on yours for any sign of discomfort. There’s none as you encourage him, the slick of your combined cum dripping down and easing him in. He thumbs your clit, helping you adjust to the size of him before he starts to move slowly, struggling to maintain a slow pace as you spasm around his cock. His thrusts get faster and sloppier despite himself, “Fuck not so tight—,” he chokes out as your legs begin to shake and you writhe beneath him on the brink of another orgasm.

You don’t think you can get any luckier when you find out your temporary neighbor is Ojiro Aran. He heard you were housesitting and came around on your first day to offer his help should you need it. (You’re normally not into goatees, but Aran might have singlehandedly changed your mind.) Between his soft smiles and his habit of drinking coffee shirtless on the balcony every morning, you’re already feeling blessed every day. But it turns out, you can get luckier, and you do, when suddenly a second shirtless man joins him. “Kita Shinsuke, I’m visiting for a few days.” Between the two of them, the number of wet dreams you have suddenly skyrockets.

You learn they both used to play on the same volleyball team, and that Aran now plays professionally while Shinsuke is a rice farmer. Someone else they used to play with is now on the Olympic team, and Kita is in town to attend a practice game. They invite you along despite your protests that you know nothing about volleyball, patiently explaining the basics during the match. All of you end up having a ton of fun. The three of you grab drinks and takeout from a famous onigiri restaurant you’ve been dying to try (somehow they know the owner there too) and unwind together after a long day. Aran and Shinsuke are both so easy to talk to that you start to feel too comfortable, too honest, and apologetically confess to having way too many sex dreams about them.

It certainly seems like your apology is accepted as they press their hands and lips all over you, pinching your thighs and gently mouthing at your chest. Aran’s stare almost burns you as he watches Shinsuke grip your thighs, holding you down on his face while his tongue skillfully coaxes another orgasm from you. Your vision clouds as you ride it out, babbling about how much you want them both inside you. They would never deny you. Aran gently presses you forward so you’re bent over Shinsuke, eagerly lapping at the salty precum dripping from his tip. Aran positions himself behind you. He eases into your dripping pussy, you moan through a mouthful of Kita, and Kita whines into your cunt. The sensations are overwhelming now as Aran drives into you, fingers bruising your hips as his balls slap against you, driving Kita’s cock further down your throat. Kita’s mouth and tongue busy themselves with sucking and lapping at your clit. You feel Shinsuke buck up into your throat, load after load of hot cum gush into your mouth while Aran rails you, a shuddering groan vibrates against your folds building the tension in your core again. “Just like that baby,” one of them groans out between clenched teeth as you tip over the edge one more time.