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Is this a safe space.
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du11knight · 2 months
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Doodle of haruka hashida from blue period
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kunikidas-cock-sucker · 6 months
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A Hashida Haruka edit I made a couple weeks back. Blue Period fans please come back. 🥹
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kirbyskisses · 2 years
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kirby’s kinktober (fourteen)
squirting//haruka hashida
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“aw, baby.” he smirks as you writhe on his long fingers. “you’re shaking.”
“haru-!” you whimper out, hips waving up and down to desperately match the speed at which his thin fingertips are kissing at your g-spot.
he gives a teasing but genuine smile.
“you’re beautiful, y’know that? so, so gorgeous. can you give me what I want beautiful?”
“ - trying! haru-kun, i can’t! not again!” thin tears roll down your hot cheeks, flustered as your lover hums in delight - his face is calm but there’s an unbridled and hungry desperation within to make you lose it.
“i know you can, my lovely. you’re like a piece of art yourself, writhing and drooling. you’re like poetry in motion, honey.”
his face heats up, the same aroused face the he gets looking at the art in the museums and exhibits you go to every week.
“think of me - your pretty, princely boyfriend - as your canvas. spray your pretty paint all over me.”
his cheesy metaphors come out as a hot, shaky whisper against your earlobe. you whimper, one hand pulling his braids with a yelp and the other scratching down from his hair to his neck and shoulders.
“i’m going to get you there, sweet thing.”
he chuckles, peppering long licks and kisses on your throat, which bobs up and down in a mixture of anticipation and overstimulation.
he’s already gotten you there 4 times tonight, splattered wetness dying and staining your bed sheets in the after math but you knew he wouldn’t stop once the whisper passed his lips.
“let’s get you to five. that’s a nice number to stop at. can my sweet muse do that for me?”
he coos and jabs your g-spot; silky, warm, gooey walls feeling like they’re melting as the pad of his thumb caresses the throbbing wet nub of your clit.
thin lips press to your which are letting out incoherent mumbles of his name and “t-too much!” he knows you’re close -- even if you don’t tell him. even if you can’t tell him.
your sobbing lower lips clamp down and your back arches. immediately, you’re squirting all over him, clear and white juices releasing out like a small fountain that splashes onto his forearm and leaves you a trembling wreck under him, bawling with your toes clenched. there’s a audible - almost disgustingly, embarrassingly loud - squelch as he pulls his palm away from your tight gushing opening and places his sticky, dripping fingers into his mouth with a moan.
“mmm. my baby tastes so good. did such a beautiful job cumming like that for little old me.”
he smiles and licks his lips before hold his fingers to your own.
“does someone want a taste?”
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v-3-rdure · 5 months
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blue period week day 3: fantasy
aka self indulgent vampire art bc like..
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aruma-iribe · 30 days
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¡Mi ilustración es finalista en el concurso de paninimangamx! por favor vayan a la cuenta de instagram y voten.
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sweta-illusts · 3 months
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Hashida from Blue period :D 💙✨️
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multimedia-maniac · 2 months
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sailormaya · 1 year
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alright fuck it this one’s for me and the other 6 of us in the blue period fandom
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manybluez · 1 year
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New White Day ART!!!
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Yotasuke, Ryuji, Gremlin, Yakumo, Hashida and Yatora!!
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levbolton · 8 months
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harukaprism · 1 year
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Ripples
Pairing: Haruka Hashida x GN!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, not prof read
Word Count: 1,247
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How would you describe your subject for your experiment? Haruka Hashida was a man of many personality traits, mostly the popular guy that every girl gushed over but with the project you were doing you made him show the sides of himself he would hate showing others. 
“Well Hashida, where would you like to go today?” Today the two of you were hanging out so you could see his everyday life for one of the last parts of your psychology project and he had picked you up from your apartment. 
“I think we should go to an art museum, we haven’t done that yet.” You were not the only one that benefited out of this project, he was using the scenery that the two of you saw for his art projects during this time too. 
Glancing at your body length mirror in your hallway you checked out your outfit, though it was your regular everyday clothing the long cardigan sweater you wore in your favorite color gave you some coziness with the colder weather outside. “Sure, it is your natural habitat, isn’t it?” 
Haruka only offered you a smile as he opened the front door to your apartment for you, this is how it normally went; you knew that it would be like this when you chose him for this observation. He was quieter with you; it was like his brain had the chance to catch up on itself with the craziness that is an art student. 
With your tickets secured you both walked inside the building you were met with silence and cold air. Taking out your notepad you fell a few steps behind the tall man and studied him closely, picking up on his emotions as he looked over the paintings and sculptures. He explained a few pieces to you after he caught you staring curiously, he was never rude about it he was gentle and calming. 
Your notes today were about the subtle changes in his mood and emotions, it was such a shame he was a pretty boy. The way his braids slightly swayed as he gazed between the paintings, the way his eyebrows knitted together as he scoffed slightly at a Picasso piece. 
He asked you every so often what you enjoyed about the pieces you were looking at, though art was not your expertise you made comments about the colors and the inspiration behind them. Every once in a while he would talk to a fellow art connoisseur while you stood back taking your notes and filling out the required questions. 
After about 30 minutes you finally took a seat, while Haruka was off talking to a student from his school you glanced into the interactive piece you subconsciously sat by. The water in the pool glowed as the water stilled, the instructions to this were to experience the waves and how life looked with them. Your bench was a bit above the water, so you reached your hand down dipping your fingertips into the water, counting the ripples you caused and the way they bounced back when hitting the edge of the glass.
Raising your hand from the water you flicked off the rest of the moisture watching the drops fall back to where they belonged. A smile crossed your face as you thought of Haruka’s response to this piece. It was not art in the traditional sense but the commentary would be interesting. 
“This is hardly art.” A huff came from behind you as long black braids fell to either side of your face, you could smell the subtle cologne he wore as he studied the ripples that were fading away. 
“You are correct but I like it. You get to control what happens with the water, it really is all in your hands.” Taking a spare pencil you thrusted the eraser into the water sending ripples throughout the container, then you dipped your fingers back in gently watch the slow waves meet with the larger ones. 
“You would like this one, as a psychology major.” His voice was teasing of course but there was some sincerity behind it. “Art is my department.” Having you a handkerchief you dried your hand and pencil and went to hand it back as you stood up. “Keep it for now, I think there may be other interactive arts here.” 
Though there were you didn’t quite enjoy them as much as the water one. After excusing himself real quick you stood by the water again watching as children splashed the water watching the ripples distort their faces and your own, yet the corner you stood at calmed after the waves were sent back to the young children. 
You were so entranced with the piece that you lost track of time. Soon the children left and you were standing by yourself, leaning against the barrier you played around with the water with your fingers. 
After a moment the sounds of footsteps pulled you from your head as Haruka approached, a soft smile etched on his face. “Ready to get some dinner?” 
With a nod the two of you left the museum stopping by a ramen shop to eat, the entire time the two of you talked about what you saw on your trip and your feelings behind the art, though he sneered at the Picasso arts you couldn’t help but smile at his distaste for the man's work. 
Taking you home the two of you parted ways, today was the last day you would see him for this project, part of you hoped you would still meet up every once in a while but that remained to be seen. 
A week later you turned in your project, you got a text from him telling you to meet him at his college you grabbed your trust cardigan and a thank you basket for his help on your work. The two of you met at the front. “Here, this is a thank you for all the help.” 
A genuine smile cracked his face as he took it. “I would offer you one too but I have something much better.” Guiding you inside the school you were taken to a hall where various works were being displayed, you had seen his handy work upfront as he sketched while you were asking him questions but surrounded by paintings you were at a loss for words. 
A blonde looked as the two of you approached, he had a shorter friend with him as they both stared at you with wide eyes. They glanced back at the two paintings in front of all four of you and then back. 
Taking a glance at Harukas work you froze in place, they were big canvases of the museum, the wave pool and most importantly you. The first one was you sitting above the pool with your cardigan flowing around your body with your fingers in the water, your reflection staring back at you; the second one was you staring into the pool longingly as the waves seemed to be alive on the canvas. 
“Haru…” 
“This is my thanks for all the hard work you put in.” His voice was just a whisper in your ear as your heart swelled in your chest, unable to pull your eyes away from the masterpieces in front of you. 
Did he feel the same as you? With the way he drew you it seemed that way. All doubts evaporated as his soft lips met your cheek.
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cattatetcho · 2 months
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hashida
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ginkgo-mist · 3 months
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:3
full spread under cut
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hunterface · 8 months
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my blue period hcs, no shipping.
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smengart · 1 year
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honestly more than any other year 2022 had a lot of unfinished wips and never posted doodles. it was a weird year for me art wise. some of my favorite pieces ever came from 2022, but i also felt at my lowest and stagnated in 2022. its fun to look back on these sorts of unpolished pieces though - ones that i got frustrated with and dropped cause they werent turning out how i wanted them to. hindsight makes me realize they arent as bad as i thought
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