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theshinobiway · 4 years

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This Week’s Episode

I just watched it, and boy do I have opinions.

They’ll be published in full later because right now I’m a little too agitated at yet another forced “Naruto definitely changed the Hyuga!” that SP has slid into Boruto to save a failed arc. The Hyuga have poor writing, and if anything I’m absolutely furious at the logical fallacy of ‘willing’ sacrifice they keep championing as a noble cause.

To summarize my thoughts for right now:

The Hyuga had three original issues, as brought up by Neji in the original Chunin Exams Arc.

I. The Caged Bird Seal (Subjugation)

No, Naruto did not keep his promise. The Hyuga have no evidence of being ‘changed’ aside from Hiashi’s ‘soft’ attitude. The fate of the seal (the ORIGINAL ISSUE) is still indeterminate at best. There have been no comments made about the Caged Bird Seal in Boruto, even in conversations between adults. This is not evidence that the seal is retired.

And on top of that, I’m not convinced that it may be gone for this very reason:

During the war arc, Neji and the other branch members still had their seals, even though Hiashi made a throwaway comment that the clan was “unified.” Thus, even if we buy into the narrative that the clan was ‘unified’ by the time of the Fourth war, the removal and retiring of the seal was not necessary for the arc to be considered ‘closed.’

Edit: I'm aware that Neji stated that the seal is only removed upon death. I'm currently researching further into the matter, but I think it's extremely unlikely that the seal is completely irrevocable given that Sasuke/Itachi/Anko were able to disable and/or remove their own seals from Orochimaru, which were the same level (A-Class) of seal.

Uh, pardon me?

The issue with the seal is its very existence. To remedy the original issue, the story must either create a seal without a ‘punish’ function, or remove all of the seals. Otherwise, the conflict is not resolved.

The Caged Bird seal can, at any time, be used to quell dissent in the household so long as it exists. The seal was also portrayed as evil and horrifying in the original series by all who come to know of it. Why has this not been addressed?

II. The Structure of the Household (Power Dynamics)

The Hyuga STILL HAVE BRANCH AND MAIN HOUSES. Note that other major clans (Such as the Akimichi, the Aburame, the Uchiha, the Nara, etc.) do not adhere to this structure in the same way that the Hyuga do. This is because the traditional Japanese family head/branch structure always made provisions for candidates outside the direct lineage to succeed power if deemed necessary, usually by proving themselves to the head.

This happened between Hanabi/Hinata, but was never an option for branch family members.

Also, Hanabi’s skill did not match Neji’s in any capacity. In a real-life historical scenario, one of two things would have occurred:

Neji would have been suggested to compete for headship due to his skill and family-wide recognition of his abilities, especially because he also had the clan head (Hiashi’s) recognition. Neji would have faced either Hanabi or Hinata. This may or may not have caused issue within the family, but would have been even more unlikely if the (more likely) second situation happened, which is:

In a historical scenario, particularly because Neji was in extremely close relation to Hiashi already AND his father had died, Neji would have very likely been adopted by Hiashi into the Main family and been treated as his real son. This would only be further supported by the fact that Hiashi felt so strongly about his responsibility to his brother, making the care for his brother’s offspring an obvious duty.

This did not happen because the Hyuga household is a twist on the actual version of the feudal family structure. Branch houses were never subjugated to the main family, they swore fealty willingly for protection and privileges (and did not have to be related by blood!)

The original main/branch structure is respected due to the innate moral/cultural beliefs in honor, sworn fealty, and duty. The presence of the Caged Bird Seal is the introduction of subjugation by force, threatened torture, and fear and is a subversion of this structure.

Also, please stop comparing the Hyuga Branch members to Western (particularly American) slavery. I cringe so hard every time I see a rant about Hinata/Hiashi being Neji’s “slave owner.” This completely disregards the culture from which the story comes from. While branch members in the Hyuga are subjugated, they are akin to ‘expendable vassals,’ ‘servants,’ and ‘bodyguards.’ Slaves would not be allowed to operate as active shinobi (soldiers) and to work for the greater government. Hiashi is their “lord,’ not their ‘master.’

III. The Fate of the Branch...To die for the Main (Authority)

This part of the storyline officially closed after Neji died because it was an unfulfilled arc.

Neji wanted freedom from his preordained orders to die for the main branch at command. Hizashi wanted the same.

The logical issue with their “freedom” is as follows:

If someone puts a gun to your head and tells you to flip a switch that will electrocute you to death, you have two options:

1. Flip the switch (death)

2. Refuse, be shot (death)

In the strictest sense, you might be able to convince yourself that you may willingly choose to die by your own hand and flip the switch. But, had there been no outside controlling force (the gun) you would likely have never chosen to willingly flip the switch. Any person could just as willingly say that they “choose to die by the gun” instead and there would no change in the moral outcome of this scenario.

This is because there is no choice (freedom) to change the outcome of the situation. This is what Neji meant by fate/predestination in the original series, and why the only shared fate is ‘death.’

The Hyuga Branch wanted the freedom from being forced to die upon command.

“But Neji died to save Hinata and Naruto! He wasn’t forced!” -- Yes. The issue with Neji is that Kishi deliberately parallels the narrative of his father and had even placed Neji’s character in that situation to begin with.

The Naruto series keeps falsely trying to shove this twisted version of ‘freedom’ as though it were a noble choice. Both Hiashi and Neji did not have the freedom to choose to ‘live’ and were thus always lacking the power to change the outcome.

Neji’s death was a deliberate parallel of his father and meant to once again uphold the same philosophical idea that Kishi and SP keep hammering: That the scenario I outlined above is true ‘freedom.’ No, it’s a coercive choice.

I can’t respect the writing for supporting a blatant logical fallacy, which is why the Hyuga storyline is a failed piece of writing. It would be better if SP just dropped it and buried it like they did in Shippuden, because this is a sinking ship.

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itscookieoverlordtoyou · 4 years

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40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

Don’t you sometimes see those ask games and wish you could just fkg do them all? On this sunny Saturday, we make our dreams reality lolol

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Short fic, I usually get a small scene I want written so I write around it, plus I love short stories with interesting punchline.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Probably, I don’t know them all ^^’

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Writing about stuff that disgust me I guess.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Like 5-6? I want to write about a restaurant but set in a world where people have powers I think the combo could be very funny. The main character has the power of insight, the plonge is a giant pool where you swim around cleaning. Backstories of characters with shitty and amazing powers and how they ended up here. Rival to lover character that has the power to see into the future.

5. Share one of your strengths.

Dialogues, subversion, and humor; classmates often said I have a touch to spin a sad story into something positive/happier.

6. Share one of your weaknesses?

I get tired when I describe something for longer than 4 sentences.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“In what kind of trouble have we walked right into?”, I ask my companions as they’re idly fixing their attire. Together, we’ve face many perils and this mission ranks among one of the most dangerous. Yet, the others had been…how should I say it…professional! Rescuing kidnapped princesses, vanquishing terrifying monsters, quests to restore mythical artifacts, save nations from insidious plots. Oddly enough, “Does this dress make me look fat?”, is not the answer I’m looking for.

Ribbon in my hair is the first time I wrote about my knights, I first dreamt about them when I as 18, my boyfriend at the time called my idea stupid and my world building pointless so I only started writing about them when I was 21. Now I write about them a little bit every year :)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Do you really want your last words to be complaints?”

“I die as I lived.”

“Will we become a fruit tree?”

“I don’t think so, it’s never been the case for my ancestors.”

“I’d love it if we could turn into a banana tree.”

“I’m not from the southern regions, plus I like apples more.”

“Just imagine, our fruits could have been banana flambée”

This death scene was a big finale to a story I wrote for a class in Uni, a story of war between clan of forest and volcano people, of the supposedly brutal death of a Goddess, of a mysterious apple tree whose fruit give vision of the past. I should revisit it.

9. Which fic as been the hardest to write?

My analysis on D’Artagnan and the figure of the hero. Granted it’s an essay for school but I deeply loved it. I was too afraid to write or ask for help from the professor in charge of me (which made our relationship tense ^^’) but when I did, it was beautiful and I was very proud got 89% :D

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

A play called Adelaide where an old couple reads their old fairytale book about a Prince on a quest to save a Princess. They bicker about the other misreading the story but we finally get to the part where the Prince tosses the princess apart to get a better view of the dragon of which he falls instantly in love. The book is actually their wedding album.

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s one of my passions, but it’s not something I think I could live on so I delegated it to my hobby.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

The wedding scene in Shrek 2, my mind was blown when I saw it in theaters and when I need inspiration to write, I rewatch it.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Presentation is important. If trying to read you gives people headaches, they’ll stop. Choose a nice big font, space with paragraphs, be mindful of your spelling and missing words. Read out loud because some things written are bad said.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

I must’ve been lucky in this regard, I don’t think I’ve ever received advice that made me go NO, but I did have to listen/read stuff that made me gag.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I would love to the Adelaide acted out, some adjustments would be required because I’m no expert in play writing but I think I’d be great.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Luyenor’a and Taram, names are placeholders as of now but they’re two of my knight, being the “only pairing I’m allow to write about forever” means I’d get more knight shenanigans done.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I’m doing bullets point of what I want to happen and write stuff without much order. Some days I have no inspirations for what goes in the beginning but have loads for a later point. I surf the wave when it presents itself.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Word on my computer, a notebook in my bag, the note app in my phone.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I have little trinkets all around my computer to invite inspiration.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Freshly woken up, having eaten, drinking something sugary and sometimes apple cider because the alcohol help lower my inhibition.

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I read out loud at least once the whole thing, helps with missing words but dude I reread my stuff on ao3 and always find mistakes still ^^’

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

I’m not going to put here because it’s in French and I don’t want to translate now but I wrote Vision of a world, mine when I was 16 and damn was I already depressed then?

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

The Princess and the Soldier, some gay fairytale I think my first one, I’m sure I can do better bow

I also have one about a janitor and it’s a murder mystery I could redo

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Once by accident, I was so angry I never rewrote it.

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I don’t really use beta (beta reader right?) but I guess I’ve had like 3-4 when I was in Uni and had to read people’s wip and they read mine. They’d talk about what they liked, links they noticed, things that seemed weak or to change

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I usually just point out the stuff I like

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

For a class in college, we had to act out a play we wrote collectively. Ten sketches written in pairs/alone. I made sure I was alone so I wouldn’t be saddled with someone else to write my sketch

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I don’t follow fic writers; I just am in a mood for a ship and read what’s available. I do like my friend @alumort ‘s fics tho ^^

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

There was a Phineas and Ferb fic focused on Perry I really loved. Their world building was something I’d never seen and they abandoned the story, so I did fanfic of a fic. Never dared to post it anywhere I mean it was their world to begin with.

30. Do you accept prompts?

Of course, when inspiration is given I accept

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I don’t care about canon but I do love using it when there are little trivia to enrich the character.

32. How do you feel about smut?

Love to read it sometimes, would love to write it. Some I’m like………….youveneverhadsexhaveyou…………………

33. How do you feel about crack?

Love it!!!!!!!! I’m too self-conscious to write it tho. Oh maybe that could be a never before written trope I could try?

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Rape I can’t, dub-con where underlying requited feelings exist but anxiety™ don’t let the characters express them but they’re drunk so it surfaces is okay

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Hell yeah! I do when/if the death makes sense (I am still pissed at Kishi for Neji)

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Ao3 is where I post,I used devianart when I had one

37. Talk about your current wips.

Marry Me for the Love of Cake: God I’m so sorry to the few people who followed it, I said I’d pick it up before the end of 2019 and well……I have the ending in bullet points

Yours, with Love: I hope I’ll finish it…I have most of the ending in bullet points

I guess I’m into rom com at the moment lolol

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

I made my best friend read All this for a Roll Cake, and she laughed so much at my work, I took a picture I look at from time to time to remain humble.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Thankfully I’ve never received a rude review. My professor once told me it seemed kinda unnatural how unlucky my protagonist was vs. how lucky his love interest was (All this for a Roll Cake) but that was the whole point of the story so I just ignored her.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Writing this I realised I lost my final version of All this for a Roll Cake T^T so I guess I’d rewrite the ending I have of the before the last version I still have.

Well this was fun ^^ got to revisit my works and remember many beloved pieces of fiction I wrote, I look forward to my next projects

#have fun reading lolol #will writing this inspire me to continue my wip?#who knows

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sociologistthoughts · 4 years

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So. I'm rewatching Naruto ( SPOILERS) for the 3rd time. The 1st time was Naruto. The 2nd time was Naruto: Shippuden sub and this time all 700+ episodes and movies dubbed. And one horrific pattern I noticed, yes third time is the charm, that if a side character has at least 3 consecutive filler episodes they will die or are already dead.

The ones that have been excluded from this is Guy, Lee, and Sasuke.

Guy was almost dead when fighting Madera but Naruto saved him. Lee has intermediate battles between his filler episodes so he is safe (along this theory there's the rest of the gang like Ino, Shikamaru, Choji, Kiba and Akamaru, Hinata, Shino, Ten-ten even though her screen time is close to none and has maybe 2 filler episodes??, and Sakura. Let's not forget the 5th Hokage tsunade.

Everyone else that has filler episodes that are consecutive, back to back, no interruption from current time, dies. (From what I can remember, I'm writing this from episode 430ish). Zabuza and pacu, dead. Asuma, dead. Neji, dead. Orochimaru,dead. But then revived again by the same person who killed him. Minato, dead. Kushina, dead. Jiraiya, dead. Nagato, konan, and yahiko, dead. Naruto, dead (extraction of Kurama). Garra, dead (extraction of Shikaku). Sasori, dead. 1st and 2nd hokage and Madera, dead. ITACHI, dead. KISAME, DEAD. LIKE ALL THOSE FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD. AND LETS NOT FORGET LADY CHIO, SHIKAMARU AND INO'S DAD WHO WE SEE FLASHBACKS OF THEM TEACHING AND LOVING THEIR KIDS. Oh and obito of course.

I'm sure there's more, and no I did not forget sasuke or Kakashi. Sasuke is a little unknown to me since he was in the same state as naruto when they saw the sage of 6 paths so im not sure if they were both dead enough to see him or not. Considering Kabuto was lending a hand. And Kakashi does die when Pain BLASTED the leaf. And kabuto while fighting itachi falls under the same guide as the rest above, we see the flashbacks but in between the battle so. He was safe.

Edit: I might be debunking my own theory but thats okay. Konohamoru. While he was training for the rasengan. More than three episodes. But, maybe it was an introduction to his role in Boruto? Haven't watched it yet so I'll update as ill go.

Update on the update: sooo Konohamoru does have a larger part in Boruto as Team 7 captain

#naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura #hinata uzumaki #uzumakiboruto #karin uzumaki #shikamaru hiden #shikamaru x naruto #spoilers #itach uchiha #itachi #uchiha clan #uchiha family #obito uchiha #kakashi hakate #kakashi hokage #hokage

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Pretty Girl <3

pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader

a/n: i’ve had a song, “pretty girl <3″ on repeat for hours and this fic is 100% build on that. I thought of suna and as soon as i did i couldn’t not wrote it.

warnings/tags: female reader. no happy ending. mostly just angst.

word count: 773

summary: Suna brings you to see the sunrise, and tells you you should be his. But what happens after, he could never have anticipated, even after you tell him you love him.

It was still dark out. He should probably be sleeping. Instead, he’d crawled off your couch when he woke. He’d looked at the clock when he woke. It was the perfect time and the idea formed in his head before he even rose. He hardly remembered getting dressed, but in a matter of moments he was, and he’d made it to your door. Slowly he pushed it open, careful not to frighten you. Tiptoeing across the room he made it to your bed. For a moment he almost felt bad about waking you. You looked so peaceful with your hair spread out on the pillow. But then he kneeled next to your bed and brushed a couple of stray hairs out of your hair.

“Hey,” he whispered, trying to stir you gently. “Wake up, girl.” Your eyelids gently fluttered, creaking up slightly, trying to focus on the figure in front of you. You voice was raw when you spoke.

“Rin, what’re you doing?” Stretching out on the bed, you brought one hand up to rub at your tired eyes. Suna couldn’t help but smile at the absolutely adorable expression on your face.

“Come with me,” he told you and rose from beside your bed. “We’re going somewhere special.” He didn’t need say more and he knew that very well. Stretching once more, you smile and pushed yourself up from the bed.

Before long, the two of you found yourself out of the city and Suna lead you through a meadow by the hand. He’d never tell anyone how he’d be trembling if it wasn’t for the steady hold around your hand. He led you to an elevated spot underneath a big tree with its crown showing the spot where the two of you sat down. And just then he gestured towards the horizon where the sun stretched the first golden hues on the night sky.

It was beautiful, but as you sat there watching the sun slowly rising, Suna couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. His gaze traveled over your frame, clad in a yellow summer thing. It was a stark contrast to his own entirely black attire. So much so, that Suna couldn’t help the huffed laugh that escaped him.

“What’s up?” You asked him, only glancing at him for a second before facing back towards the rising sun.

“Ayo, why the fuck is such a pretty girl just sat right here with someone like me?” This made you finally face away from the sun. Your gaze fixed on his face and the soft expression that you wore made him feel safe. Safer than he ever had.

“Rin—” You laughed. It was a gentle sound that made Suna’s stomach feel like a million butterflies fluttered around in there.

“You should be mine.”

“I am, you fool.”

“Oh,” Suna’s gaze flickered and for a moment he didn’t think he’d ever felt that nervous. Not even uttering the words he just had. “Cool.” His gaze was fixed on his hands for a moment, fingers wringing against each other. Your hand came to rest on top of his, making him finally lift his gaze to look up at you.

“You know I love you, right?”

And that’s when Suna stirred in his bed. His eyes were puffy and his face wet with his own tears. The bed was cold except from the spot he’d warmed up himself. It was empty. As it had always been. His heart felt like it physically clenched tightly in his chest. Using his hands to wipe the wet from his face, he noticed his fingers trembling. Fuck. Suna dragged himself up, sitting on his bed with the back against the wall. He looked at the time. It was late. New tears formed in his eyes. Rolled in fat stripes down his cheeks when he blinked. The moonlight shining in through the window, illuminating the empty side of his bed as a cruel reminder. It’d been a while since he’d felt this pain. Since his chest had felt so constricted. Since he’d cried. The emptiness and the loneliness something he normally kept at bay. He pulled up his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees. Resting his forehead against them, he heaved a sigh, heavy with all the feelings, the regret and the emptiness that had been brought back to him just then.

“Fuck.” His voice shuddered, and then he cried. He cried until his head felt just as empty as his heart. Until there were no more tears. Until he was so exhausted, he could no longer keep himself awake. He cried until there was nothing left.

#drabble #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #suna angst #suna rintarou angst #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #poor suna i'm sorry i did this to you #no editing we die like neji #i typed this out in like half an hour so if it's shit i'm not sorry #idk what to tag honestly #enjoy i guess

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purple-possibilities · 7 years

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FMK Naruto Dad Edition: Maito Dai, Sakumo, Minato

THE TRAGIC DAD CLUB???? All we’re missing is Fugaku and we’d have a whole set lol!

Maito Dai… I’m sorry but, it’s in the name. You get to die. Yes, that is how I’m choosing. So mature. Ok no, in reality I can’t say no to Sakumo, and Minato… I can’t do that to Naruto. Naruto deserves a dad. (And if I’m not being completely self absorbed, Kakashi deserves a dad and a teacher and not to have a tragic past). Gai turned out fantastic without a papa. Sorry Gai. They made me do it.

Soooo, since I didn’t get to marry Sakumo in the last ask you can bet your fucking ass that I’m marrying the fuck out of Sakumo (daaaaamn it feels so good to say that finally, lol)!

I’ve said it before and I will say it with my dying breath, Sakumo would be an amazing husband. Sakumo is, like, that “best of both worlds” husband. No, a better expression would be “a gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets” lol! Like, he would be so lovely and considerate and sweet (he’d probably insist on holding open all doors and pulling out your chair and I imagine he’d be an arm-linker not a hand-holder, or have his hand on the small of your back (and I turn into so much mush when someone puts their hand on the small of my back)).

He whispers “I love you” in your ear without prompting, and sometimes he just stops to gaze at you and thinks “how did I get so lucky?” And when you ask him what he’s staring at he’ll say something cheesy like “just the thief who stole my heart,” and you’ll smile and bump him with your shoulder but he’ll pull you in and plant a soft kiss on your cheek or your hair or maybe on your shoulder and you’ll feel so perfectly at peace (chase after his lips while he retreats and show him how lucky you feel to be wrapped up in him, offering featherlight kisses and maybe even teasing nips at sweet lips filled with unstoppable grins and gentle chuckles. It will be soft and sweet and you’ll sink into each other like two halves of the same soul finally reunited). Ugh, I’m in love.

(this whole thing got super long (is anyone still surprised?) the rest is under the cut).

Omg wait. SAKUMO HELPS WITH ALL THE CHORES IN THE HOUSE. I’m calling it. He’s super equal about things (but he often takes on your chores if he has the time because he’s just super industrious). Sakumo makes you breakfast in bed.

(I feel like his wife had an amazing life with him. I imagine Kakachibi snuggled up between his parents, and then Sakumo gets up to make breakfast (maybe Kakashi can walk and he comes to help, or maybe he can’t but he clings onto Papamo and they go into the kitchen together anyways) and they all eat breakfast in bed, snuggling and cuddling and laughing and so many soft kisses and light tickles and if that isn’t perfect than idk what is)).

Sakumo would be so charming and silly and a total bit of a dork. But then he’d take you home and ohhhhhhh boyyyyy you don’t want to know what I think Sakumo would do. Let’s just say, Sakumo is probably a very dynamic lover. He can go soft and slow and sensual or hard and fast and frenzied, all in the same night… I’m going to have to stop before I go into too much detail. Moving on.

ok I can’t help myself. Biting, body worship, dirty talk in the form of praise (I wrote out some examples and deleted them because it was too much for me haha) veeery generous, makes it all about you (please please pleeeeaaase take the time to make it about him. He makes the sweetest sounds and he’s got such a healthy diet that I’m sure he tastes amazing and ugggh his face when you have him wound up is just 🤤😵🤐 (i’m sorry I almost died from blood loss I can’t continue this train of thought)) lazy kisses, handholding, maybe some mild bondage… I should stop. I’m stopping. Likes having his hair pulled. Ok I stopped. Ask me again later lol

That means I get to fuck Minato. Maybe I’m projecting on all these boys, or maybe they just seem like feelers to me, but I also don’t think Minato would be much for one-night stands. Idk why. Actually, I think it has to do with how he just totally fell for Kushina, and so early on. Like, he found his lady and then he just went for it. There was no one else for him. Which is why I think Minato wouldn’t marry me, wouldn’t even fuck me (as I am not Kushina lol). Maybe in a world where he and Kushina didn’t meet, he’d shyly ask you out on a date, after pining and pining away. If he ever got the courage lol. But idk if he would tho. Maybe I’d ask him out and show him a good time. It might break his heart when it was all over tho. I’d feel bad, but idk if I care that much, not when I get to wake up to Sakumo every morning (when he’s in the village of course. But those reunions??? Mmmm I’m too into this it can’t be healthy).

Minato would treat you good tho. If I couldn’t have Sakumo I’d probably marry Minato in a heartbeat. But we’re talking about fucking him aren’t we?

Ok. I think that Minato would want to romance you. If it was a one night thing he’d probably be super uncomfortable (not in a grossed out or unwilling way but like “that’s not proper!!!” kind of way. Like, he would be all “uhhh, are-aren’t we m-moving a bit too fast?” (Yes he stutters when he’s nervous about sexy things lol).

But I think he could get swept into it. Like, just nibble on his neck and he suddenly can’t think. Trail your hand down his chest and settle your fingers on his belt buckle and then whisper in his ear “do you want me to keep going?” And he’s babbling and nodding and there’s your chance to ride him into the sunset.

I do feel like sex with him gets better with time. He gets more confident. He’s able to take more control. He’ll be more of an active participant and less a… victim of sensory overload haha. I feel like the first few times he’s nervous but so eager to please.

…His eagerness might help him actually. Like he’ll notice you doing all the work and then something snaps and he’s rolled you over trailing kisses down your chest and across your belly and then lower and he’s blushing and asking “is this good?” And poor baby, you should show him how to touch you (he’s so embarrassed and so turned on (I can’t decide if he’s more turned on by watching you go solo or by having your hand on top of his, guiding it to all those special spots on your body). But he’s blushing and eager and I feel like our boy has a good deal of stamina so by the end of the night you’re going to be worn out with your hair in a mess as Minato pulls you close into his chest and rests his nose in your hair. He’d prob also be down for being the little spoon, tbh, but he’d still be down for the big spoon too—it all depends on what you want.

For a fuck he’d be pretty vanilla, but if you’re in a friends-with-benefits thing that’s long term and not hit-and-quit, or dating for a while, he’d be more open to other things. I was trying to keep the details down but look at me. I failed.

Can I add a bonus? Fugaku. I’d kill Fugaku. No one asked, I just wanted to. Die die die die diiiiieeeee (oh wait he’s already dead, if only it were sooner…)

Thanks for the ask! Let’s play FMK

Already done:

Neji, Kiba, and Chouji?

Kakashi, Sakumo, Madara?

#answered asks #fmk meme #thetoxicstrawberry #hatake sakumo #namikaze minato #maito dai #uchiha fugaku #just a little piece i wrote

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Bookshelf Briefs 2/26/19

Beauty and the Beast Girl | By Neji | Seven Seas – This seems to be complete in one volume, and despite a lot of backstory angst edges on the side of sweet. A monster girl living in the woods meets a blind girl (literally, her last name is Blind, but she is also blind) and starts to tell her stories in an effort to hide why she’s living alone in the forest. Naturally, their backstories merge together. Also naturally, they fall for each other hard and must therefore deal with the other humans who are horrified that Lily would be with a monster. It all works out in the end, though, as true love can defeat all. This is one of a number of “cute but slight” yuri titles we’ve seen here recently, and while it’s not the most subtle manga in the world, I’d say it’s worth a read. – Sean Gaffney

Black Clover, Vol. 14 | By Yuki Tabata | Viz Media – More tournament arc. Asta’s fight is fairly typical, involving a large dose of “I want to fight TOGETHER with you” to get the loner to actually do something. The more interesting fight, though, is between Finral and Langris, as you might guess by the cover art. There’s a lot of bad blood between these two, and all sorts of fears and jealousies come rolling out during the fight, which rapidly starts to turn a lot more deadly than expected. (Without any actual death—at least not yet.) There’s also another character who believes in beautiful things getting completely wrecked, which may be a Jump thing, as we also saw it happen in Toriko. All this plus tragic backstory to show off that true magical knights care about people! – Sean Gaffney

DAYS, Vol. 12 | By Tsuyoshi Yasuda | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Seiseki’s game against Toin continues and Tsukamoto is playing his heart out. It’s gratifying to see the coach of the opposite team notice a change in Seiseki since the previous year, and also gratifying to see Ubukata recognized for her strategic analysis that resulted in Kazama scoring the goal that ties the game at 1-1. There are a lot of missed shots and squandered opportunities and moments where you think that finally Tsukamoto will triumph but instead Toin gets a penalty kick, etc. We also finally learn the significance of the series title—Tsukamoto’s dad died when he was little, and he’s learned never to take the present for granted. “Because someday, this will all be over. But if I try, maybe I can make these days last just a second longer.” I’m a sucker for sentiment in my sports manga. Recommended. – Michelle Smith

Girls’ Last Tour, Vol. 6 | By Tsukumizu| Ywn Press – This is the final volume of the series. Last time I asked if it would end in death. Technically we don’t see the girls die, but the end of their journey certainly seems to be The End of Their Journey, if you know what I mean. That’s the trouble with post-apocalyptic After the End series; unless you pull a fast one to find civilization has simply moved elsewhere (for a moment I wondered if they were going to get on a rocket and go to space in this volume, but that’s probably also a bad idea) you’re left with the fact that humanity has died. There’s some good bits here. I loved Chiro finding the massive library, as well as Yuuri’s calming presence. It was a sad journey in the end, but I’m glad I took it with them. – Sean Gaffney

Laid-Back Camp, Vol. 5 | By Afro | Yen Press – I was very pleased to see that, after last volume’s “camping with friends is fun!,” which Rin agreed with, that nevertheless almost all the camping this time around is by Rin by herself, because she loves camping by herself. This despite the fact that you can get trapped somewhere due to impassable winter roads. Fortunately for Rin, this is the modern age where cell service is everywhere, so even when camping by herself, she’s in constant contact with the others. Nadeshiko also meets up with Rin and introduces her to the wonders of expensive eel, as well as showing off a childhood friend and the fact that she’s lost a ton of weight recently. (She seems very cute either way.) This is such a peaceful series. – Sean Gaffney

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, Vol. 34 | By Shinobu Ohtaka | VIZ Media – Sean warned me that this volume had some creepy scenes, but I was not prepared. Sinbad has succeeded in becoming the god of the world and has rewritten the rukh so that everyone agrees with his methods for a securing peaceful future. This includes reverting the world to rukh, thereby killing everyone. Watching the populace cheer, and tearful kids looking excited to die, is seriously disturbing (in a good way). Alibaba and Aladdin are immune, and debate whether they have a right to try to change a fate everyone else seems to want, until a conversation with a brainwashed Morgiana convinces Alibaba that the present is worth fighting for. And so our heroes, accompanied by Judar and Hakuryu, must conquer, like, seven facets of Sinbad or something. It’s vague, but fine. I’m glad things are seemingly wrapping up. Three volumes left! – Michelle Smith

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Vol. 5 | By Kagiji Kumanomata | Viz Media – I was not expecting the hands-down funniest chapter of this volume to be our princess trying to find a toilet so that she could pee, but there we are. The chapter ends up being hysterical, particularly the facial expressions. Elsewhere, we see the princess has a poor memory for names… and faces. We also see (as if we hadn’t guessed) that she’s an incredibly poor communicator. Even when things AREN’T her fault it’s pretty easy to blame her—a chapter where she tries to be nice and do good things leads merely to fear and paranoia from the demons. There’s no real ongoing plot here, but as long as Princess Syalis remains who she is, there’s certainly ongoing laughs. – Sean Gaffney

A Strange & Mystifying Story, Vol. 6 | By Tsuta Suzuki | SuBLime – Man, A Strange & Mystifying Story has evolved sooooo much since its early volumes. Now it’s a gripping supernatural drama and it’s easy to forget it started out as something smutty with consent issues until Setsu shows up and gives Tsumugi terrible advice on how to make Kurayori his. Kurayori has been holed up in his shrine and just when he finally emerges to talk with Tsumugi, Magawa and Kai arrive to cause problems. I’m surprised Suzuki-sensei has made me like and sympathize with Kai so much so quickly, but she has. He may be a monster, but his desperate desire to be useful mentally unstable Magawa so that he won’t disappear is genuine. Plus, we got a bonus chapter with my favorite couple! The next volume is the last and I’m really looking forward to seeing how everything plays out. – Michelle Smith

Sword Art Online: Hollow Realization, Vol. 2 | By Tomo Hirakawa, based on the story by Reki Kawahara | Yen Press – There is still a modicum of danger here—the threat to NPCs is still real, and Kirito by his very existence will attract trouble. That said, the fact that everyone is alive in this version of SAO (well, OK, not Sachi, but the cliffhanger included an appearance from someone I definitely was not expecting to see) and that we get chapters devoted to things like teaching Yuuki how to do school homework properly (which leads to helping dead school ghosts to pass on, much to Asuna’s horror) makes it feel sort of like the Today’s Menu for the Emiya Family of SAO. Instead of food, though, we get cool battles and cute interactions. Fun, though again confusing for non-gamers. – Sean Gaffney

Urusei Yatsura, Vol. 1 | By Rumiko Takahashi | Viz Media – While Urusei Yatsura became one of Rumiko Takahashi’s first major successes in Japan, the small portion of the series that was initially translated into English has been out-of-print for the better part of two decades. Happily, Viz is once again hastening “The Return of Lum” by releasing Takahashi’s highly influential manga in a new omnibus edition. For the most part the series is episodic in nature. Although there are recurring characters and jokes, overarching plotlines are virtually nonexistent. The basic premise remains consistent from chapter to chapter, though—Ataru Moroboshi, a lustful high schooler, is a magnet for the absurd and supernatural. Early on he manages to accidentally engage himself to Lum, an alien princess. Honestly, I wish Lum held more of the series’ focus than Ataru, but I still get a kick out of the manga. In particular I appreciate Urusei Yatsura‘s numerous references to Japanese mythology and literature. – Ash Brown

By: Ash Brown

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» 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 (𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱) *:･ﾟ✧

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hinata shoyo x reader | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,2k | hq masterlist

» 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: hinata shoyo both lives and loves freely, and he ain’t ashamed. neither is he opposed to sharing some of that loving with a fan, when said fan so clearly finds him cute.

» 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): afab!reader, multiple writing styles, alcohol consumption, smut, one night stand, feet (a little bit), slight body worship, nipple play, spit, fingering, consensual sex, no editing we die like neji. lmk if i missed something.

» 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @tyga-lily (i hope that it's okay to tag you in this, since shoyo is your mans.)

MSBY!shoyo who has always had a very lively personality, having more than once been referred to as a “sunshine boy”. by many a different person, mind you. so of course it’s only natural that he’d be one to very much enjoy the party scene with his fellow black jackals.

MSBY!shoyo who finds himself the life of the party, with his drawing personality, his carefree demeanor, his quick radiant smiles and his fiery passion. with bokuto by his side especially, it was hard to believe anyone could not enjoy themselves. that is, of course, unless they were sakusa, who’d generally rather be home than on a night out, no matter the company. especially at atsumu’s favorite club of all places.

MSBY!shoyo who’s sending the bartender a bright smile, when he sat a drink down in front of him. “from the young lady over there.”

MSBY!shoyo who had had this happen before, but the bubbling joy never seized to erupt every single time, and he couldn’t help turning that bright contagious smile towards you across the club. his smile widening when you look away, bashful, before meeting his gaze with a fire that matched his own passion to a t.

MSBY!shoyo who got pulled back to the present by bokuto’s chiding “oh, she’s cute.” the electrifying moment crackling but never breaking, as shoyo turned to his friend and teammate with a grin as big as bokuto’s spread across his face. bokuto’s grin rivaling that of shoyo’s in contagiousness. again; unless you’re sakusa, who’d still rather be home, watching on in distaste.

MSBY!shoyo who glanced down at the cocktail in front of him, then looking back up at you. only now you were nowhere to be seen. he scanned the crowd for a glimpse of you, but between the many partygoers, he didn’t stand a chance, instead taking a sip of the vibrant cocktail in front of him. it was good. really good. and somehow that made him yearn for you to return to his line of sight.

MSBY!shoyo who found you later on the dancefloor. the bass was thumping and as he moved towards his table, and there you were. right in front of him, dancing with your friend. or he thought it was your friend. stopping in his track, he watched you spin around. and that’s when your eyes met his. for one split second, you seemed surprised to see him, but then you smiled.

MSBY!shoyo who feels entranced by the smile you sent him. by the glimmer in your eye and by the energy that surrounded you like an aura. who couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the draw you exuded toward him. the draw, that pulled him in, like other people had told him over the years he did to them.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes followed your movements as you danced. who followed the move of your hands as one found his, and pulled him close. “hinata shoyo, right?”

MSBY!shoyo who knew you were a fan, the moment you said his name, but didn’t even care when you looked at him like that. who’d been with a fan on more than one occasion. it was all the same to him. a nights fun was a nights fun, no matter with whom, to him. but even so, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t something magnetic about you. something a little out of the ordinary, compared to the rest. but no one asked, so he didn’t tell. at least, not yet.

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t help but smile even bigger as you pulled him closer. as he pulled you closer in turn, and as you moved with him. as he moved with you.

MSBY!shoyo who despite lacking in some aspects as a kid found his rhythm fast. since going pro and since joining the black jackals. and especially since meeting atsumu and bokuto again, had learned that he, as atsumu phrased it, had moves. he knew how to move and he knew how to guide you as he did.

MSBY!shoyo who’d become so accustomed to the move of his own body on the dancefloor that he’d expected himself not to get flustered when your hand trailed over his skin. but he did. his heart may have stuttered and his movements faltered for a single moment in time. but then the next beat of the music boomed from the speakers and he’d already found his footing once more.

MSBY!shoyo who knew it was coming, but still felt heat clouding his features when your fingers traced the nape of his neck, testing the waters as you slit them further up, burying your fingers in his beautiful red hair. whose eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time as you moved together.

MSBY!shoyo whose eyes fluttered shut when you pushed up to your toes, lips gracing his softly. he felt it in every fiber. every single cell of his being when you kissed him. when he kissed you back. who felt the entire world fall away as he let himself get lost in the moment. in the closeness and in the taste of your lips. who chased after your lips when you pulled back, that contagious smile still lingering. who opened his eyes to watch you just as you opened your mouth to speak. “i got you my favorite,” you told him. “i wanted to see what it’d taste like on your tongue.” he smiled at that and asked “and? was it to your liking?” your laugh sounded above the music, like a calling to him that he’d never known he longed for. “hmm. hard to tell.” you smiled, pulling him back in by the collar. “might need to have another taste, just to be sure.”

MSBY!shoyo who brought you with him home to his hotel that night, knowing that the tabloids would blow it up, given the chance, but he didn’t mind. shoyo lived his life and he wasn’t ashamed. not one bit and he never would be. he lived and he loved. and he did it freely. especially with someone as cute as you. so he took you to his back home to his hotel.

MSBY!shoyo who spent the entire ride back lively and brightly. not once allowing the mood to turn awkward. not once letting a single uncomfortable silence settle. not that he particularly tried to fill the silence. it was just natural to him. second nature and hadn’t it been what gravitated you towards him? who was delighted to find, that you filled up half of the space and the silence yourself, perfectly bouncing off his energy with your own. it was stunning really, and shoyo found himself drawn to you, just as well as you had been him.

MSBY!shoyo who could still taste you pleasantly lingering on the tip of his tongue as you stepped into the elevator by his side, grateful to have found the streets empty outside his hotel. who let his fingers trace the back of your hands, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips as you turned your hand and interlocked your fingers with his.

MSBY!shoyo who led the way out of the elevator. down the hall. briefly stopping before the door to his room before letting the both of you inside. the room that he thankfully had to himself. could you imagine? sharing a room with sakusa would have given the poor guy a heart attack if he’d known what was about to go down in that very room. truthfully, it probably would anyway, even if it wasn’t his room. but alas. the room was hinata’s alone and he was not about to pass that opportunity by.

MSBY!shoyo who was eager in many a setting, but for once didn’t feel any rush. no better way to get with someone, than allowing the both of you to enjoy the experience. allowing you to indulge. to have fun and take your time. that was his philosophy at least, when it came to sex. especially with one night stands. to kick things back and just enjoy. no rush. no hurry. so he led you inside, guiding you to the bed and gently setting you on the edge and dropped to his knees. not that he was about to propose, but those heels looked awfully painful.

MSBY!shoyo who lifted one of your feet from the floor and undid the strap, sliding it off. and then the other, fingers gliding over your skin in relaxed confidence. something he’d learned over the years that now came to him like second nature.

MSBY!shoyo who couldn’t read your mind, but definitely noticed the way you admired him on the floor in front of you. who couldn’t read the thoughts on him, that went through your head. he was cute. he had energy. he had stamina. he was fun. he was passionate. he was eager. he had this air around him. confidence. that’s what you saw when you looked at him. and it was sexy. painstakingly so. all these things, something that shoyo didn’t know. but he saw the glimmer in your eye, and who was he to let you wait?

MSBY!shoyo who lifted your bare foot higher in the air, and planted a kiss at your ankle, relishing in the little visible shudder coursing through you. cute. he did it again. and again. each kiss edging just a little further up, tasting the skin of your calf.

“hina—“

“shoyo,” he said. “call me shoyo.” he looked up at you from the floor. a playful glimmer in his eye and a joyful smile at his lips.

“shoyo,” you repeated in agreement. tasting his name as if you hadn’t already put the name in your mouth numerous times before. but never like this though. never with him. always, always, always in conversation with friends. family. fans. but this? this was different.

MSBY!shoyo who relished in the sound of his name spilling from you lips. he smiled. chuckled. he looked up at you, anticipation reflected in your eyes as they followed his every move. every single one of his movements as he moved up further, kissing the side of your knee before licking a stripe up your inner thigh. the fact that you were wearing a dress, no tights, was like a gift bestowed on him as he tasted your skin. your hand shoved into his soft fiery locks as your breathing hitched when he blew his warm breath across the saliva on your leg.

MSBY!shoyo who, despite being eager and energetic, took the time stop and make sure you actually wanted this. who asked you more than once if you were sure. if you were okay with anything he did. because you may have wanted him when you left the club with him, but that didn’t mean you still did. shoyo was a free spirit and a respectful one at that. so he asked. and once he’d got you splayed out on his hotel bed, clothes discarded on the floor, he asked you again. but this time, he asked you something different.

“What do you want me to do?” his breath against your skin sent a shiver through your body as goosebumps rose across your flesh. this time not a ‘are you sure?’, ‘do you still want this?’ or a ‘are you feeling okay?’ but simply a request for you to indulge him. to play with him.

“touch me,” you told him, the alcohol in your system stripping you of any embarrassment sober you might’ve felt by speaking your mind like this. but tipsy you? tipsy you wanted his hands on your body and tipsy you weren’t afraid to say so.

“where?” he asked. “if we’re gonna do this, we might as well have a good time, yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question really, because it was simple. of course you might. and that was the thing shoyo really wanted most. to ensure that the both of you were having the best time that you could on this one night together. you were just about to reply when a mischievous glimmer played in his eyes. “here?” he asked, bringing his hands up to cup your tits. you nodded when he pinched one nipple between his fingers. that made his lips split in a big, beautiful, blinding grin. then he dipped and took your other nipple between his lips and suckled.

there was a breathy sound escaping your lips when his teeth graced the sensitive nub, making your back arch off the bed. he did it again, rolling your other nipple between his fingers at the same time.

“shoyo–” you whined, the last note drawing out as his tongue flicked around your nipple. he looked up at you and finally released you, tongue sticking out and a little bit of spit trickling onto your exposed skin. the glimmer in his eyes was captivating. entrancing. the smile on his face was dazzling. drawing. he was looking at you, as if you were quite literally the only woman in the world, and even if he might not be yours to keep, it never felt forced. maybe because to him, at that moment, you were in fact very much the only woman that mattered, and he absolutely made sure that you felt it.

“where?” he asked you again, this time pausing to let you reply. to let you tell him what and where you wanted him to touch. and so you did. you took his hand in yours and guided it down. down. down. down. until his fingers rested against your sex.

“here,” you said and he grinned back at you. drawing indeed.

“oh? this pretty little lady?” he asked, letting his fingers slide between your folds, feeling the slick against them. “happy to oblige,” he said. you sucked in a breath as his digits danced over your clit. he was good. really good. the playful melody of his fingers was lighthearted. fun. good. perfect. something so different to anything you’d ever tried with any one night stand before, and for a moment you couldn’t believe your luck, that he’d taken you home. you. out of all the people he could have pulled from the bar, he’d picked you. a fan of his no less. the next moment you remembered that you had indeed been pretty straightforward with you advantages from the very start. but who could blame you really? the guy was cute as hell. little did you know that shoyo really hadn’t planned on taking anyone home at all. he never did when these sort of things happened. but your straightforward approach had been exactly what captivated him. you’d let him have a glance, but you hadn’t pushed. not until he was right there in front of you again. and at that point, he’d already been looking for you for hours. the trap already snapped closed, even if you’d never truly expected it to play out like that. but it did.

the temperature rose like a crescendo between the two of you. a moan fell from your lips and shoyo smiled. his eyes locked onto your and held your gaze in place. there was something about the way he looked at you right then, that made it feel impossible for you to look away. so you didn’t.

“give me your hand,” he prompted, reaching out. you placed your hand in his, gaze still interlocked with his. fingers slid gingerly over your skin as he let them glide from your hand, up to your wrist, circling it softly. drawing your hand towards him, he opened his mouth, tongue sticking out. his thumb grazed your palm, then pressed lightly. you straightened your fingers at his silent command. you couldn’t help but feel drawn in by him as he put your fingers to his mouth, tongue sliding in between them. around them. pulling them in. he was mesmerizing. even more so than you’d ever imagined, watching him play or participate in interviews. like he was a completely different league.

as much as you probably could have tried to keep your voice back, you didn’t. you mewled. you keened. and he hadn’t even entered you yet. he hadn’t entered you yet. he should– he bit down gently on your knuckles, and you whined as you felt yourself tightening around nothing. he should–

“shoyo–” you whined. again. but you didn’t care. because you were here and he was here and you were together and that’s what mattered. “inside, too. please,” you pleaded. and he smiled, removing your fingers from his mouth.

“okay,” he agreed. he didn’t press inside. instead he shifted in the bed, placing himself on his knees between your legs. and that’s when your eyes grew wide, because with your hand pressed to the mattress, his fingers caressed your skin. from your wrist, down the inside of your forearm, making you shudder. then, down the side of your ribs, over your hip and then to your thigh. he pushed it down. out. and then he did something you hadn’t expected him to. gaze still trained on yours, he let a dribble of spit fall from his lips. the cold, wet sensation sent a pleasurable ripple through your body. from your very core and through every little inch, ebbing out as it reached your fingertips. goosebumps broke out across your skin, amplified only by the way he looked at you. and looked at you. you looked back. captivated. as if you couldn’t truly look away. lacing his fingers between yours on one hand, the other found your pussy again, tracing through the slick of his own spit and your arousal.

“last chance to back out,” he said when one finger pressed against your entrance. it was soft. imødekommende. understanding. but you just shook your head. you wanted him, and he clearly wanted you.

“not gonna happen,” you told him, tone equally soft. a little teasing. he grinned. he did that a lot, you noted. and then he pressed inside.

shoyo was as giver. he enjoyed the playful thrill of pleasuring his partner. of giving, and giving, and giving. making his partner feel good. happy. it was a feeling like no other. and that was exactly the feeling he reveled in, that very moment, as he worked you open. as he stretched your pussy, first making room for one more finger, and then as he slowly thrust them into your heat, again and again.

your own grip tightened in his, moan after whine after mewl after whimper spilling into the scorching air around you, mixing in with his labored breathing, in a wondrous, beautiful symphony. rising and falling in perfect harmony, the filthy squelches of his fingers picking up pace, bullying into you, making for the steady bass of the sweet orchestration.

somehow, shoyo knew exactly how to angle his fingers to hit just that perfect spot inside. to go just deep enough. honestly that should not have been legal. and yet somehow he managed it.

the hold around your hand loosened, but only long enough for shoyo to nestle the palm of his own hand against the back of yours, digits once again slipping between yours, and squeezed it lightly. it tingled. you didn’t know why, but it did. every little bit of skin that he touched was buzzing, as if electric. charged. charged like the feeling in the pit of your stomach; rising expectantly. reaching. stretching towards the peak of crescendo, each tone strumming higher and higher in pitch. shoyo curled his fingers, thumb caressing your hand as he continued to pump into you. you hadn’t expected him to make you cum, honestly. not because you thought he’d be bad in bed, but first times and one night stands often left a lot to be desired for you, because you simply didn’t know each others bodies well enough. so you hadn’t expected him to manage it. at the very least not this fast. but you felt the rise, rapidly approaching the climax you hadn’t been prepared for. but when he brushed deep inside you once more, you welcomed it, as it washed over you in a delicious flow of heat. it wasn’t fireworks going off inside. it wasn’t an earth shattering crash of pleasure snapping in your core. it was warm, comforting pleasure rolling through you like the waves lapping at the shore on a quiet summer night, and it was perfect. shoyo smiled at the sound of his name, softly sliding off your tongue like a contented sigh. he held you until the waves of pleasure ebbed out, thinning to a pleasant hum.

“good?” he asked you when he sensed you were back. that you’d come down from your high.

“good,” you confirmed, voice soft and flashed him a lazy grin of your own.

“good,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips. they were soft. softer than any guy’s lips you’d ever felt, as he kissed the palm of your hand. then he kissed it again. “i’m glad,” he said, breath hot as it spread against your wrist before his lips pressed against it. your skin tingled. the sensation sending new heat surging down your spine. spreading and once more made you long for his touch. for more. for him. shoyo seemed to sense the charged atmosphere. the way you looked at him, because he chuckled as he kissed your wrist once more.

“shoyo,” you said, and he looked at you, still standing tall between your thighs.

“hm?”

“instead of my wrist, maybe you could kiss me instead. or better yet, you could fuck–” your words cut off when he pressed leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. he guided your hand into his hair as he kissed you, just as you’d asked. his warm cock bumping against your abdomen as he adjusted over you. the kiss was short and he pulled back, nipping at your lower lip as he did. you chased his lips, but he just grinned at your efforts.

“that’s just want i wanted to hear,” he told you and then kissed you again. and again. and again and again and again. and even through kisses, it didn’t take long before shoyo had successfully slid the rubber in place, tip now excitedly slipping through the wetness of your cunt. “how do you want it?” he asked you, and there was another shiver rippling through you. you never thought you’d get excited by talking in bed, but the the way shoyo did it was– well it was hot. incredibly so. something about the way he considered you, even for a one time fling. the sheer confidence of his bright and attentive aura. it gave you the confidence as well, to be free and to ask of him exactly what you wanted.

“from behind,” you said. “i like it from behind.”

“alright, princess. turn around,” he told you. it wasn’t a command. a simple instruction that you found yourself eager to follow. and so you did, feeling his gaze on you as you did. he was admiring you. every single inch of skin. every curve, crevice and crease as you turned. you were beautiful in every sense of the word to him, honestly. he let you settle into the position that was the most comfortable for you, and didn’t touch you before then. as you rested against the bed, ass raised in silent invitation, he finally did touch you. one single finger traced the curve of your spine, from between your shoulders and all the way down to your tailbone. featherlight and burning hot at the same time. he drew circles across your skin before finally resting his palm against your hip. with the other, he lined himself up with your entrance, and then stopped.

“shoyo. fuck me, please.” you told him, before he had the time to ask if you were sure. if you were ready. if you were comfortable, or anything else along those lines. you’d have to admit that it was insanely hot that he did so, but right now– right now you wanted nothing more than for him to get inside you, and you were not going to waste any more time than absolutely necessary before you got what you wanted. shoyo clearly got the memo, because his hold tightened on your hip and his cock pressed against your cunt, stretching as it pushed inside. slowly. slowly. ever so slowly. but oh so absolutely delicious and despite your impatience to have him sheathed inside of you, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

MSBY!shoyo who never had any second thoughts about having sex with a fan. he lived and he loved freely, and he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from doing just that, for as long as he was single. and so he chose to love you, that night. to give you everything you wanted. to give you all of him that you wanted.

MSBY!shoyo who’d done this kind of thing more than once. and who’d had a night partner slip him their number before they left more than once as well. but this time. maybe. just maybe, he’d keep it. this time. maybe. just maybe, a one night stand could be allowed to turn into a two nights stand. or maybe. just maybe–

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

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koushuwu · 6 months

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kiss me slowly

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: tobio has been in love with you, his older sisters best friend for years. after all these years, he's feelings are strong as ever when he comes back home to japan during the holidays, and mistress luck turns out to be smiling upon him.

tags/cw: fluff, kisses, best friends younger brother!kageyama tobio, mutual pining, not beta read, also not edited we die like neji. bare with me, i'm concussed and wrote this thing on paper before hastily typing it in here.

the first time kageyama kissed you, he might have sworn he could’ve passed out right then and there. maybe he already had. maybe he’d passed away and ascended to heaven. that was probably it, because your lips against his felt like nothing short of his own personal heaven.

kageyama tobio had loved you from afar for years upon years, but he’d never known how to convey these feelings to you. it was a wondrous feeling. intoxicating. but it also hurt. it ached so deep and heavy in his chest that when he was younger, he’d sometimes wished he’d never met you at all. wished that his sister had picked a different best friend.

as he grew older, those wishes seized. although he would sometimes still wonder if it’d been easier. better. if he’d never known you. as if that choice had ever been his to make. he did wonder, but after moving to italy in pursuit of his volleyball career, those thoughts subsided, along with the memories of you.

that was at least what tobio though, but then came around the first holidays where held been able to travel back to japan, since joining ali roma. they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. it wasn’t a saying that tobio had ever really given any thought. at all. but then he crossed the threshold of his childhood home, removed his shoes in the genkan, stepped inside, and there you were. he knew that miwa was going to be home as well. for some reason though, despite knowing that you and his sister were still very much attached by the hip, he hadn’t expected to see you standing right there. in his kitchen. smiling. at him. and talking. to him. shit. you were talking to him.

“— grown so much! welcome home!” and as you rounded the table and pulled him into a hug, all he could muster was one single breathless word.

“… yeah.”

when you pulled back, he thought for a spilt second that you lingered, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read. but then you were already stepping back towards the kitchen counter and he must’ve imagined it. he must’ve. but he knew that he hadn’t imagined the way his heart hammered in his chest and his palms got clammy.

“still quite the talker, hm?” you chirped. “i’m preparing snacks for miwa and i. you want any?” okay. so maybe his feelings had never really subsided after all. instead, they’d been buried deep inside, during a time where he hadn’t been faced with these feelings and the subject of them, close to every single day.

throughout tobio’s time back in japan, things only got worse. or maybe they got better? tobio had no way of knowing at the time, how the ache is his chest would soon be soothed. all that he knew was that you hung out with miwa on the daily, and seeing you that often was both a blessing and a curse. more often than not, you and miwa would insisted that he joined. that he watched movies with the two of you. had drinks with the two of you. spent time with the two of you, interrogated about his life in italy. and he did. because as much as it hurt, he still wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could. be as close as he could. but in doing so, tobio found it harder and harder not to think about you. he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t. but the thoughts and the desires kept intruding on his brain and he knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop.

gradually, you started spending even more time at the house, even when miwa wasn’t home. some foolish part of tobio’s brain couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you came around for him. couldn’t help but hope that that was the case.

on that particular day, he almost convinced himself when you knocked on the door to his room. almost.

tobio was splayed out on his bed, tossing a volleyball into the air. over and over. toss. catch. toss. catch. toss. catch. it helped him focus. helped him remember the feeling against his fingertips. even more so, it helped him keep himself together in your presence.

“where’s miwa?” he asked, eyes trained on the ball. as if he wasn’t the one living under the same roof as her. as if you were the most likely to know. but truly, mostly because whenever he talked to you, his brain went blank. completely and utterly, and his tongue desperately tried to compensate, which always turned to questions like that.

“out. probably still at work, i think,” you said, shrugging. toss. catch. that made sense. toss. catch.

“oh. yeah.” toss. catch. toss.

“i can go if you’d rather be alone.” catch.

“no i–” his tossing halted for a moment as he looked at you. “stay,” he said. he didn’t want you to leave. he lowered his arms, ball still perched on the tips of his fingers. he wanted you to stay. and he wanted you to keep smiling at him like that. and you did.

“alright,” you said, leaning back in the chair you’d occupied since you’d come into his childhood room. there’s a short pause, but you never stop smiling as you look into his eyes. he wants to look away. he doesn’t want to look away. ever. “italy sounds magical,” you then said. he nodded but didn’t say anything, tongue tying on knots as he took you in. “does it ever get lonely all the way over there?”

“I–” that was unexpected. he thought it over for a moment. tossed the ball back into the air, and caught it as gravity did it’s thing, pulling it back down. “hm. maybe sometimes.”

“you know, if you’re lonely, miwa and i would love to come visit.” did you know how his heart hammered in his chest? did you realize how much he wanted you to visit him? did you have any idea just how much he wanted you, and just you? toss. catch. toss. catch. “tobio.”

“hm?” he hummed. toss. catch.

“if you don’t stop tossing that ball while i’m talking to you, i’m going to steal it.” toss. catch. he stopped again. looked over at you. hadn’t even realized when he’d looked away. when he’d started tossing the ball again. it just happened.

“sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.

“if you don’t want me to come, that’s fine btw. you don’t have to–”

“no.” he didn’t mean to be so stumped in his answers. but he couldn’t help it. his brain was spinning with the thought of you in his apartment in italy. you in his kitchen. you in his living room. on his couch. in his bed. he shook his head. toss. catch. “i would love that.” toss. catch. toss. catch. you moved beside him. his gaze flicked to you, the moment the ball was in the air. the split second before you were on him.

“told you i’d steal it!” you exclaimed, pouncing to snatch the ball out of the air. tobio had no idea what happened next. or more like, he didn’t know how it happen. one moment you were going for the ball, the next you were falling. you were falling. onto his bed. onto him. panicked, he reached to catch you as you crashed against him. the ball smacked against the wall as tobio’s large hand had slapped it out of the way in his attempt to break your fall. which he had. with his body.

“oompf.”

it was quiet for a moment, except for the volleyball bouncing on the floor a couple of times before it continued it’s adventure, rolling until it came to a halt against the opposite wall.

“i’m sorry,” you said lifting yourself up on your elbows. “are you okay?” you didn’t move to sit up. you didn’t. maybe because tobio’s hands were splayed out over your spine. or maybe you just didn’t want to. you looked into his eyes, the air around you seemingly growing heavier by the minute.

“i’m okay,” he said. the silence stretched. he should probably say something. he should let go of you. he should ask you to get up. he should. he should. he should. but he didn’t. he didn’t, because he didn’t want to.

“are you going to kiss me?” you asked, the question hanging in the air, charged. he wanted to. his lungs felt completely void of air. he couldn’t. he shouldn’t. he wanted to. so badly.

“no.”

“i’m sorry.” you pull back when the rejection leaves his lips, but his hold around you tightens. he doesn’t want to hold you back. he really doesn’t. but he can’t let you go. not when– you look away and his chest aches again. more than it’s ever done before. “it’s okay. of course you don’t want to. i’m sorry!” for being so forward. for making it awkward. for falling on you, for assuming– tobio heard all the things you didn’t say in that one single apology.

“it’s not that i don’t want to–”

“it’s fine,” you blurted out, cutting him off. the muscle in his jaw ticks. he can feel it. he doesn’t mean it. but you’re misunderstanding him and he never hated his poor communication skills more than he did that very moment. “you don’t have to explain.” he brushes his knuckles against your jaw before his palm settled on your cheek, turning your head back to face him.

“i want to,” he said. “you have no idea how much i want to. how long i’ve– but i know that i won’t want to stop if i do.”

“okay,” you said. it was quiet for another moment as you looked at each other. “okay, well. that’s good. because maybe i don’t want you to stop.” tobio found his eyes growing wider at your admission. the first time kageyama tobio kiss you, it was actually more you the kissed him. as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, tobio found himself scared that this was but a dream. that one wrong movement would have you vaporizing and disappearing from. but the press of your lips were so soft. so tender. the hand left on your back fisted in your shirt. clinging on for dear life as his lips finally moved against yours. he’d passed away and gone to heaven. there was no other explanation for what was happening right now. it was sweet. it was magical. it was perfect. it was you. he pulled you closer and you obliged. it was– it–

“finally!” miwa’s cheerful voice echoed in tobio’s room, and startled the two of you pulled apart. shock painted in your features as well as his. but kageyama miwa looked nothing but happy to have caught the two of you kissing. the smile on her face said it all. and then– “took you long enough. anyway, finish up soon, okay? i brought dinner.” she turned and left.

the second time kageyama tobio kissed you, was only mere moments after the first. he was smiling. you were smiling. the heavy atmosphere had lifted but the magic was there. the second time tobio kissed you, it was quick and full of wonder. like the promise of many more to come. and while tobio knew he was going back to italy soon and the ache of leaving you behind was overwhelming, at least he knew that he could be looking forward to you visiting him when he inevitably started feeling lonely without having you close.

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

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