#and hinata is a damn sweetheart

[evenmorebeetles]

I personally really love the shippuden epilogue, like do I think that they should've done at least something with naruto becoming hokage rather than leaving it for boruto? yes but I think it's entirely fitting with the themes of the story for the epilogue to be centralized around "look at how much all these people love each other, look at them enjoying peace, look at the friendships that have been forged along the way, look at them having fun and smiling and laughing and honoring one another" so I honestly wouldn't really change anything about it

and this is especially true because something that makes it so much better is thinking about how much the naruto fans who take everything way too seriously hate it. like I'm here just chilling, vibing, having a ball of a time with the fantastic jokes and animation and feeling soft over all the friendships meanwhile some anti out there is seething over hinata's mere existence as if she's ever done anything wrong in her life

[tinyevelyn]

LOOK AT HER!!!! LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ANGELL!!! WITNESS HER BEAUTY!!! WITNESS HER!!!!✨️✨️

SHE'S SOO PRETTTYYYY OMG😍😍😍

THIS LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE THE OFFICIAL STYLE!! YOU DID AN AMAZING JOB MIMICKING IT AND NOW IF I EVER GET AROUND TO WATCH DEMON SLAYER, IM GONNA BE SOO DISAPPOINTED WHEN I DONT SEE THIS ANGEL, THEY BETTER MAKE HER CANON RN 😭😭

I REALLY LOVE THE LAYOUT, THIS IS PERFECT OMG LOOK AT HEERRRR🥺🥺🥺

✿𝓡𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓗𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪✿

༻❀𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓒𝓾𝓽❀༺

Name: Rika Hinata.

Age: 16.

Gender: Female - She/Her.

Race: Asian + Hispanic.

Height: 5’7” (171 cm).

Affiliation: Demon Slayer/ Demon Slayer Corps.

Rank: Hinoe.

Breathing Style: Sapphire Blaze - Derived From Flame Breathing. (Blues flames with a hint of purple)

Personality: ISFJ, Caring, hardworking, independent, perceptive, Understanding, protective. Rika is a kind girl by heart, who looks for peace within herself and wishes to be strong enough to protect others and is always there looking out for them, worrying about their well beings. She greatly admires and looks up to the hashiras and her close comrades, very respectful towards them. However, Despite her kindhearted nature, she is a tough girl and she likes to keep most things to herself, putting up walls whenever she’s feeling down or upset, very private about her personal life and her trauma and how it impacted her. can be a bit intimidating when angry, just as long as you don’t say anything bad to those she is close with, she is quick to defend them, she won’t be afraid to put you into your place. she can be quite protective, and can sometimes be a bit patronising at times.

⋆⁺‧₊☽𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂☾₊‧⁺⋆

At the age of ten years old, rika had been taken under the care of sakonji urokodaki, after being discovered in the woods by giyuu tomioka. Bleeding and Unconscious.

Rikas childhood was shattered when a demon invaded and attacked her home, where her parents were both killed, fighting for their lives and in a desperate attempt to protect their daughter. The demon had tried to get to her, but with her quick speed, she out ran him and ran out into the dark woods, fleeing into the late night, driven by both determination and terror until dawn. Having her to pass out due to exhaustion.

After being saved, it was from there she discovered about the demon slayer corps. Right then and there, she wanted to be trained and to become a demon slayer. A goal to become strong enough to shield others from harm, to bring peace to those she protects…So, She trained for two years under urokodakis guidance. within those two years, she looked up to both mister urokodaki and giyuu, forming a close bond with the two…

At the age of 13, she participated the final selection, driven by her promise to herself and officially became a demon slayer. Standing tall and ready to face whatever lies ahead with her heart set on protecting others against the horrors that once shattered her peace. She can't let the same thing happen again and she’ll push herself intensely To ensure that no one else suffers the same fate and experience the pain she felt.

˚ʚ♡𝓕𝓾𝓷 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼!♡ɞ˚

-She was trained on using water breathing and that was originally gonna be her combat style. but when she met Rengoku and saw him practicing flame breathing, it piqued her interest, and asked him if he could train her, and he agreed. quickly the two formed a strong sibling bond overtime. During those training times, is when she creates Sapphire Blaze Breathing, to suit her more and her combat skills.

- Rika is a fast runner and a bit flexible.

- She’s actually a very good cook! Happily helps aoi at the butterfly estate with cooking meals.

- She has cold hands and her body temperature is mostly on the slightly cooler side.

- Tends to get bashful when praised or complimented.

- Melonpan is her favorite food + anything spicy!

- She smells like lavender and freesias, with a hint of sweetness.

- On her free time she likes to Draw/Paint!

- She LOVES tulips.

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[nicka-nell]

How they act when they have a crush on you

Pairing: Atsumu x, Suna x, Kuroo x, Ushijima x, Daichi x, Hinata x, Iwaizumi x, Oikawa x reader

Warning: fluff, mdni

Part 1 | Part 2 (end)

A total bully. Constantly in teasing mode.

Whether it’s in class and he throws little paper balls at your head, pulls your hair while you’re tying your shoes in the gym, or “borrows” your homework to copy it and give you your notebook back with a scrabbly drawing next to your exercises.

Atsumu takes every free opportunity to pick on you, thinking that you take it as a form of pleasant affection.

You’re chatting with some friends in sports class when you get hit in the back of the head with a ball. It wasn’t a powerful throw. In fact, you barely felt it, but you know immediately who the ball came from when you turn around with a grim expression and see the wide-grinning blond Miya brother running towards you. “Sorry sweetheart. But ya were standing in my throwing lane.” he grins and picks up the ball. Oh, how you’d love to hit him in the face with the ball.

After school you just want to go home, the umbrella is already open as it is pouring like hell, when you feel two strong hands snatching the umbrella from your hands. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sure ya won’t have a problem if I borrow the umbrella, will ya?” Atsumu smirks at you again, already holding the umbrella in his hands so that he doesn’t get wet. You’re next to him, but half your body still gets wet as you try to take the umbrella away from him. “Hey, I’m a damn superb athlete. Can’t risk it to get sick,” he complains, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him so that you don’t get completely wet. You walk home together for quite a while until Atsumu leads in the opposite direction to his own home. With your umbrella, of course. You can prepare yourself to arrive home soaked and chilled. Awesome.

Atsumu would never think of telling you that he has a crush on you. He assumes that you already know this and that you also have feelings for him, but are too shy to tell him.

When a guy invited you out for ice cream and you agreed, Atsumu complained to Osamu. Osamu first had to make it clear to him that you two are definitely not a couple and that you certainly don’t assume that he has feelings for you, because Atsumu is also just an asshole towards you.

Atsumu interrupts you sulking while you’re eating ice cream with the guy, completely ignores this dude and tells you that you shouldn’t eat ice cream with other guys because he likes you and it annoys him when you do things with other guys who aren’t him.

Suna is probably more of a secret, very laid-back admirer who takes things rather slowly.

He doesn’t behave any differently towards you in everyday life. That’s why it’s not obvious to outsiders that he has feelings for you. Even for you.

You’re in the same circle of friends. He’s not particularly jealous when you talk to other men. Possibly also because he knows exactly what he has to offer and is convinced of himself to a healthy degree.

But after a while, you notice that he’s more interested in you. He always likes your pictures on social media. Sometimes he comments on them with emojis. A fiery heart, or a smiley looking mischievously to the side, or even a smiley with heart eyes. Sometimes he also speaks to you directly about your pictures.

Rarely does he tease you.

“Saw your picture yesterday. Looked good,” he says calmly, his legs up against the wall as he lies on his back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge of it as he looks at his phone in his hands. You’re sitting on the floor with your back against his bed, still finishing up a few things for your group work for school, when you look sideways at him. “Thank you, that was with Tsumu. We played CoD,” you answer him. “A game date?” he replies with an almost arrogant look, still scanning you from his casual position as you shake your head and roll your eyes. Suna wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, he’s glad you denied his question.

Your free classes are for learning. But sometimes you use them to just relax, chat or do nothing. While one or two of you are studying in the school's common room, you approach Suna, who is sitting on a bench with Atsumu and Osamu. Both boys are looking at Suna’s phone, who’s playing a game, when you approach him and ask curiously what he’s doing. All three boys look at you before Suna grabs your hand and casually pulls you onto his lap while resting his head on your shoulder. His hands are around your waist while his phone is in his hands in front of you. “It’s a new mobile game that came out. It’s based on a webtoon,” he answers, still focused on his phone.

Suna would probably confess his feelings to you first. However, his confession is rather spontaneous.

For example, in a store when you buy some fruit sticks on the way back home and he also pays for your stick. Outside, you tell him that he didn’t have to do that and that you can pay for it yourself, but out of the blue, he just tells you that he did it because he likes you. “So what does it matter? I did it because I like you. So bad?”

Like Atsumu, Kuroo is someone who would tease you to get your attention. But not in that childish way with paper balls in your hair.

But at the same time, Kuroo would also help you and is very attentive.

In sports class, you are currently learning the basics of basketball - how to dribble, make a lay-up and so on - before your sports teacher tells you to practice on your own for the next 30 minutes. Kuroo grins at you and throws you the ball. “Do you think you can beat me in a one-on-one?” he smirks, knowing full well that you can’t. Nevertheless, you accept his challenge, start to play and quickly lose the ball. “You need to be less stiff. Try to move with the ball. And... try to keep the ball at about waist height when you dribble,” Kuroo says as he dribbles past you to make a smooth 3-pointer. 

You’re sitting on a bench in the shadows during your break. It’s a hot summer day and you just want to get somewhere where there’s air conditioning. “You should drink more. It’s pretty hot today and you’re not an oryx antelope that can go without water for long,” says Kuroo, who suddenly stands next to you at the bench and holds out a small bottle of water.

He always acts so tough around others, but he cares about the people who are important to him.

Would he tell you that he has feelings for you? Probably not, but at some point you would notice it yourself and ask him casually. 

If you asked him about it, he’d start off by rambling and beating around the bush, but then eventually admit to having feelings for you.

Ushijima would probably behave the same way towards you as he usually does. At least that’s what he thinks.

But you can actually see him looking in your direction from time to time and subconsciously observing you.

He also subconsciously thinks of you, asking Tendou, for example, whether he could imagine that you might also like certain things.

In class, you are all already in the classroom waiting for the teacher, while you talk to Semi about the new shop next to the school and Tendou tries to tell Ushijima about the latest manga he has read. Tendou quickly realizes that Ushijima isn’t paying any attention to him, but that his gaze is instead wandering toward you and Semi. “Wakatoshi? Were you even listening to me?” Ushijima barely visibly flinches, noticing that his thoughts were somewhere else when he looks over at Tendou again. “Can you lend me the magazine? They always have such interesting promotions on the last page,” he says, completely forgotten that his attention was still on you earlier. Unlike Tendou, who purses his lips and narrows his eyes.

“Uhhh, tell me, did you watch the new K-Drama series? The one with the lawyers and the forensic scientist? Mmmh, the lawyer’s secretary is sooo cute!” Tendou chants as he walks with Ushijima towards the gym for training. “No. Do you think Y/n would like the series? She likes watching these things, doesn’t she?” Ushijima asks dryly, not realizing that he’s only thinking about you again. “Mmm, I don’t know, maybe you two should watch the series,” Tendou replies, hoping to finally get a little more out of Ushijima, but he doesn’t respond to his statement anymore.

It would take so long for Ushijima to realize that he has feelings for you. Whether he finds out on his own, because he realizes that this rapid heartbeat is not because of his “suddenly worsening condition”, or because Tendou gives him a few clues to think about his feelings for you.

However, Ushijima would tell you as soon as he recognized it for himself. But not with a bouquet of flowers and a romantic dinner.

No, he would simply ask you at the next opportunity, if you were interested in him, because he is pretty sure that his interest in you goes beyond friendship. Not caring if you were alone or around friends during his confession.

Sawamura is a little gentleman. He would show his kind of affection through small things. The typical “act of kindness”.

Whether it’s opening the door, holding your school bag while you put on your jacket, or simply walking home together, even if it means a ten-minute diversions for him.

“Ah damn...” you curse quietly as you sit in your seat in the classroom and realise that you’ve forgotten your pencil case at home. “Dai-“ you’re turning around to ask Sawamura if he can lend you a pencil only to see him holding one out to you already, with a slight smile on his face. “Thank you.” You whisper quietly and turn back to the front.

You’re on your way home after a pretty exhausting day at school. All of you stayed a little longer in the school library today to study for your final exams. So it’s already dark when you go home and you’re upset about not bringing a jacket. “Here. Next time you should remember to pack something warm. You never know when it might rain and the temperature could drop,” Sawamura says calmly, holding out the jacket he wears for volleyball training. He himself is still wearing his school uniform jacket. After all, he doesn’t want to catch a cold. You gratefully accept the sports jacket and put it over your shoulders. Sawamura wouldn’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you forgot your jacket next time as well, and wore his instead, because seeing you in his way too big jacket somehow makes his heart beat faster.

Sawamura would think long and hard about whether to confess his feelings to you, because he wouldn’t want to ruin the friendship between you. But in the end, he would be the one to confess his feelings to you first, in the hope that you would return them.

Unlike Ushijima, however, he would do it at a moment that suits him. For example, when the two of you are alone, on the way home together, in a quiet and laid-back environment and a relaxed atmosphere.

Hinata is so clumsy and although he tries to hide his feelings a little bit and keep them under control, even a blind man would understand how much he has a crush on you.

As soon as you enter the room, he gets all nervous and his vocabulary suddenly shrinks so much that it feels like it only consists of 30 words.

Even if Hinata appeared nervous towards you, he would never be someone who would tease you or have a cheeky remark on his lips. Nor would he ignore you. He would also be the cheerful and friendly whirlwind towards you, just a little awkward. He would try to support you, even if it was just carrying the bench in the gym together with you.

“H-hi,” Hinata stutters and turns away, glowing red in the face, as you smile at him and greet him too. “I’ve brought water for myself,” he says with a smile and holds out a water bottle to you. You give him an irritated look, but then giggle. “For you? Yes, that’s nice, but why are you giving it to me?” you ask and notice Hinata blushing again. He’s probably embarrassed right now. But you think it’s cute. “Eh, I mean for you. You. I’ve got my bottle here! See? It’s even full!” he says and reaches for the bottle in the side of his bag, wanting to shake it to show you that it’s full. But instead, he presses down on the bottle and splashes the water on his face. You giggle, but reach into your own gym bag and pull out a small towel to put on Hinata’s wet head so he can dry off. A gesture that is probably too much for his nerves right now.

Tired after his hard and long volleyball training with Kageyama, Hinata is just about to get on his bike and ride home when he sees you sitting at the bus stop in the dark. A little confused, he asks you what you are still doing here at this time of night when you tell him that you missed your bus."Then come on, I’ll drive you home!" he says with a cheerful smile and you don’t even have the chance to say no. Because you’re already sitting on the front of his handlebars while he pedals his bike and takes you home. He doesn’t seem to care that you live in the opposite direction to him and that it will take him even longer to get home, thanks to you. “Hold on tight, the Shouyou taxi is fast as lightning,” he says with a grin and drives you home.

With Hinata, it’s a fifty-fifty chance whether he confesses his feelings to you or not. Either he confesses them to you, but then because he babbles and the words just fall out of him with nervousness, or you tell him at some point that you have feelings for him.

If you are the one who confesses his feelings first, you can literally watch a fuse burn out in his head and how he is completely overwhelmed until he realizes what you have just told him.

Iwaizumi is similar to Sawamura. He would also shine through his act of kindness. Even if he would try to hide it coolly.

However, Iwaizumi also has a protective and slightly jealous side, especially when Oikawa gets the idea to flirt with you. He doesn’t like it when you feel uncomfortable or when other guys get too close to you.

“You shouldn’t carry such heavy things. You’ll damage your back,” Iwaizumi grumbles, before taking the bag with all the water bottles for the volleyball team from you and hanging it over his shoulder. “Hajime... I’m not five anymore... I can carry the bag by myself.” You answer him with a sigh. He’s a bit like your mum... far too caring. The only thing missing now is that he shouts after you in the morning to always bring a jacket so that you don’t freeze in the summer when it’s thirty degrees… “Never mind, I’ll carry the bag now...” he replies casually and turns his head away from you, but the tips of his reddish ears betray his coolness.

“Uuuhh my favorite manager is back” grins Oikawa, who runs up to you and hugs you as if you were best friends, but quickly lets go of you when he is hit in the back of the head with a ball. “Hey Shittykawa, leave her alone. We’re here to train, not to flirt with women. Especially not with our manager, you idiot!” Iwaizumi yells annoyed and approaches you both, while Oikawa tries to hide behind you. “Not my face, not my face!” Oikawa begs from behind you, leaning his head against your back. Iwaizumi tries to pull him away from you as the coach calls everyone together and demands their attention.

Iwaizumi would definitely be the first to tell you that he has feelings for you. But also alone, not in front of all your friends.

He would pull you aside, casually ask if you had a moment and just before he confessed his feelings to you. His tough determination would leave him and he would scratch the back of his neck until he got the words out almost sulkily, not looking you in the eye at first, before repeating his words with more determination, this time looking at you.

Oikawa would try to win your attention with every second.

Whether it’s in class because he offers to answer difficult questions and flaunts the answer to make himself look smart and strong in front of you, or whether it’s in training when he scores 5 points only with his serves.

Even your teacher doesn’t call you by name as often as Oikawa does when he wants your attention.

He also doesn’t like it when he sees you with other guys. He always pushes his way in between your conversations and tries to be close to you.

“Oh hey, Y/n-chan, what are you talking about right now?” he asks with feigned curiosity, his arms draped over your shoulders as he stares darkly into the eyes of the young guy in front of you. “Oh eh, we were talking about the new movie that airs tomorrow,” you reply, looking back over your shoulder at Oikawa, who suddenly looks at you with a smile, the dark expression completely gone. “A movie? Shall we go together?” He’s not really in the mood for the cinema, but if it means this guy leaves and Oikawa can spend more time with you, it’s a win-win.

Oikawa walks out of the changing room with a big grin on his face. Freshly showered and in everyday clothes after his team won the game against a neighboring team. “Did you see how many points I scored in that game? It’s amazing, isn’t it?” he asks, totally full of himself, as he puts his arm over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “Yes... you really scored a lot of points. But Hajime was also really-“, ”Iwa-chan could only score so many points because I’m the best setter. Right? You saw that, didn’t you? How I pass the ball into Iwa-chan’s hand?" he interrupts you, almost as if it annoys him that you were about to praise his best friend. With a sigh, you just chuckle. “Mhh yes, that’s right. You’re really great.” you answer him and watch as his eyes sparkle even brighter and he happily presses you against his chest. “I knew you only had eyes for me, little birdy.”

Since Oikawa assumes that every woman likes him anyway, he also expects you to like him. Would he tell you that he has feelings for you? Maybe.

The fact that you two are always doing so much together and that he’s like a clingy puppy somehow blurs the line between friendship and relationship.

At some point, when a guy had asked for your number, Oikawa had then shouted loudly that the guy should leave his girlfriend alone. You looked at him in confusion and there was a brief, awkward silence until you asked him if by any chance he had feelings for you.

[whenikissedthegiyuu]

Kinktober 2024

Choking w/ Sano Manjirou/Mikey

word count 1.3k

18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, choking, jealous mikey, kinda mean mikey, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, begging, mentions of fingering, set in the final timeline (we deserved more motorcycle racer mikey), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), written in 2nd pov

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You were mad. Mikey was not a jealous or possessive man, on the contrary, he was so secure when it came to your relationship, whenever someone flirted with you he would laugh as he watched you reject them.

You were soulmates, he said once, his face and tone serious as if he truly believed it he was meant to be yours in this and every lifetime.

Yet here he was, at Takemitchi and Hinata’s wedding, making a scene because after his last race, Hanma had hugged you for a moment too long. He had been hired to take a few pictures of Mikey before and after the race, and since you became good friends in his time in Toman, you hung out with him during the race.

It had been a week. You hadn’t realized it at the time, hoping Mikey didn’t see it to avoid an unnecessary fight, but you realized throughout the week that something was bothering your boyfriend.

He had acted like he didn’t notice Hanma’s fingers lingering on your waist before completing pulling away from you. He acted like he didn’t remember the complete asshole Hanma was in all the previous timelines. He acted like he didn’t nearly bend you over his bike just so he made it clear to the taller man that you were his.

Until the wedding came. Hanma found you in the crowd when he was about to leave the party, saying goodbye to Mikey with a handshake before turning to you and engulfing you in a hug. He pulled away quicker than last weekend, however his hands still lingered on your waist as he told you how beautiful you looked.

What made him snap was the way your cheeks flushed at the compliment, as if you liked it. By some miracle Takemichi had been passing by, he grabbed Mikey just in time to prevent a scene. He managed to drag your boyfriend away before anyone noticed Hanma nearly was hauled away in an ambulance.

You caught up with them just outside the door. Watching Takemichi whispering furiously at him, Mikey glaring at him until he turned away. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. Takemichi turned around to rejoin the party. You gently squeezed his arm as he walked by and congratulated him again on his wedding,

Mikey didn’t acknowledge that he heard you come outside. He simply paused for a moment before stomping toward his car.

The silence had you on edge. You were furious that he nearly ruined his best friend’s wedding, but at the same time you were upset that he thought you would betray him like that. He was proud, you knew he wouldn’t say anything, so you decided to speak up once you were inside the apartment and he was behind you locking the door.

“Hanma is just a friend, Mikey.” You dropped your purse on the couch, then bent down to slip your heels off. You held the straps in your hand and faced the raven haired man. “I can’t believe you were about to punch him because he said I looked pretty today. Mitsuya and Sanzu complimented me too. Were you about to punch them too?”

“It’s not the same and you damn well know it.” He snapped.

Your head spun when Mikey’s fingers curled around your throat, pushing you until your back hit the wall. You gasped as the dull pain spread on your back. You were surprised that you had to use all your strength to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull. The grip on your shoes loosened and they fell to the floor with a thud.

“I love you, Manjirou. Not him.”

His gaze darkened. Arousal pooled between your legs as his voice deepened. “You just had to see how gorgeous you looked when you blushed, princess. You could practically see the lewd thoughts he had in that moment, how many positions he imagined you in. He didn’t even try to hide it, not even because I was standing right fucking there.”

His fingers slightly tightened and your hand darted up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. He blinked once, then looked down at your hand. His lips parted, letting out a soft breath before he let go of your neck and taking a step back. He met your gaze again, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Oh. He thought you didn’t like it, that you were pushing him off.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so–“

You pulled him forward by his tie, reaching for his hand and pushing it beneath the slit in your dress, pressing his fingertips to the front of your panties. “Don’t be.”

His eyes darkened, his eyebrow raising in surprise. “Did you like his attention that much?”

He was taunting you. You almost got whiplash from how suddenly his demeanor changed.

You shook your head. You let go of his tie, reaching for his other hand to bring it up to your neck. “I liked this.” His fingers twitched, then he pressed down firmer.

“You like that?” His grip tightened, your eyes fluttering shut at the limited supply of oxygen. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and collected the wetness in your folds before teasing your entrance, barely dipping his fingers in. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet just from being choked?”

Your thighs pressed together and trapped his hand between them. He pulled you forward, his thumb moving to tilt your chin upwards. His lips curled into a smirk.

He bent down to throw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before holding onto your legs as he carried you to your room. He threw you down onto the bed, watching as you bounced on the mattress before climbing beside you. He easily discarded your dress and slid down between your legs.

A choked moan escaped you when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking the hardened nub before flicking it with his tongue. He held your thigh up, resting his head on the other. He looked up to see your head thrown back and your hands searching blindly for the back of his head. Your fingers found his hair and you gripped it tightly between them, pulling him closer.

He let you push your hips down onto his tongue, he let you set the pace to search for your climax. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing into the sides until you moaned and your thighs trembled around his head.

He knew you were nearing your orgasm. Your legs struggled to stay open, your fingers dug into the back of his head, your eyes wouldn’t stay focused on his. He wanted as your mouth fell open and pulled back, making sure to keep his hand on your neck as he moved up and pushed you to lay on your back.

His fingers spread the mix of your wetness and his spit on your lower lips, then he circled your clit. You tried to reach for his wrist, to hold it still and grind against his palm, only to earn yourself a warning squeeze on your neck and a slap on your pussy. Your walls clenched and your mouth fell open.

“Please, please.” The plea fell from your lips, begging for mercy as you slowly reached for his hand again. “I just– just wanna ride your fingers, baby. You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work.”

He groaned. “Did you just beg to ride my fingers, princess?”

He tapped your clit twice, then moved down to collect your wetness with his fingertips. Any punishment he wanted to inflict on you went out the window.

“Fuck, yes. Come here, sweetheart.” He was already sitting up and pulling you onto his lap, his hand disappearing between your legs again. “I want to watch you come all over my fingers.”

[sixosix]

EPISODE ONE.

You’ve watched plenty of romance dramas with your mama. Most of them are set in high school, but you have this gut feeling that you’d meet your soulmate in middle school. The universe is hinting at it: a perfect, sunny day, cherry blossoms floating around, and stray cats greeting you a good morning. It’s setting up the perfect first meeting, and you watched enough shows to know this is how it works. That is until you take a sharp right and almost get run over by a bike.

but you can get me (1) | hinata shoyo

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You grew up with parents who seemed to have never left their honeymoon phase. They’re the type to stare at each other lovingly, to dance in the street even when it’s raining. They twirl in the kitchen, flour all over their shirts, skin to skin, with giggles mixing in with one another. They beckon for you to join, and you end up standing on your father’s shoes, pressed between your parents as they dance to some 50s love song they know by heart. It could be storming outside, but that doesn’t affect their smiles.

At a young, impressionable age, seeing your mother laugh so freely had you wishing: I want that, too.

“But you’re too young for that,” your father chided. “Don’t worry about love when you’re still 7 years old.”

“You just rub it on my face,” you grumbled. “You’re childhood friends! It’s not fair.”

Your mother laughed softly, bending down to wipe off the smeared chocolate on the sides of your mouth. “Sweetheart, your soulmate will find their way to you eventually.”

Father tried to feed you another cookie, but you had your lips pursed in contemplation. Crumbs slid off your jaw. “Soulmate?” you asked. “What’s a soulmate?”

“The person out there that’s made for you. Like me and your papa,” your mother answered, grinning cheekily.

If it’s made for you, it’s taking its damn sweet time. Your scowl deepened. “Where’s mine then?”

“Baby,” your mother laughed along with your father, and you felt bullied, for some reason. “You don’t have to rush. You have plenty of time—there’s no need to be so worried.”

“What if I don’t have a soulmate?”

That time around, it was your father who answered. He watched your mother pull out a tray of cookies from the oven with that look in his eye. It was hard to describe it, but you’ve only seen your father give your mother that same face. It made you want to look away sometimes. “You’re the sweetest angel,” he said, then turned back to you, grinning, “so I know the universe has the perfect soulmate in store for you.”

And now, you’re 12 years old and ready to take on the world to find your soulmate.

You’ve watched plenty of romance dramas with your mama. Most of them are set in high school, but you have this gut feeling that you’d meet your soulmate in middle school. The universe is hinting at it: a perfect, sunny day, cherry blossoms floating around, and stray cats greeting you a good morning. It’s setting up the perfect first meeting, and you watched enough shows to know this is how it works.

That is until you take a sharp right and almost get run over by a bike.

You scream as the other person yelps and nearly falls over his bike, wobbling side to side. You scowl at the redhead fumbling with his dumb bike. Way to ruin the flawless setting with a near-accident.

“Watch it!” you scold.

“Sorry!” the boy squeaks out, then takes off again.

He’s wearing the Yukigaoka Junior High uniform, but he’s biking off in the other direction. What an idiot. You dust off your own uniform and carry on, refusing to let something such as that taint the beautiful memory of your first day. 

This is the same middle school where your mother and father met. It’s only right. You can feel it.

Then, you see him by the school gate, joking around with another boy. Light auburn hair, freckles for days, and brown eyes that can make any hopeless Shoujo main character melt. He’s kicking off his shoes, eyes screwed shut as he laughs. He just might be the one.

“That idiot Shoyo,” the other boy grumbles with a mean expression, shoving his shoes in. “How the hell did you not notice you forgot your bag?”

“He probably just dropped it somewhere nearby,” the boy of your dreams says with a chuckle. Even his voice sounds as soft as his expression. “I told him he should be more careful now that he’s taking a bike to school.”

You feel your heart skip a beat or two, suddenly feeling a little shy. They’re by the entrance, and it doesn’t seem like they’ll be walking off soon. Maybe you can wait for them to finish? Then that’d give you more time to admire him, but it would come off creepy for you to stand with no purpose by the entrance.

“I-Izumin! Koji, I got—” A thud, followed by an aggravated yell, “—Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I got it!”

Your bliss is rudely interrupted by the same redhead from earlier rushing over, brushing past you to tackle the two boys. Izumin and Koji laugh at the boy, red-faced and spluttering as he pants and sways in place, heaving.

“You found it? That was fast, Hinata.”

Hinata looks seconds away from puking. “I found it in the… the corner, before the turn. My bag.”

He lifts it in victory. His friends clap for him out of pity.

So he’s the idiot they’re talking about. That makes sense. You huff and walk past them. It doesn’t matter if this Hinata is friends with your soulmate: He wouldn’t be able to ruin anything, and you’re determined to prove that.

As you shuffle to remove your shoes, you hear that aggravating squeak. “Hey, you’re the person I almost hit! I’m sorry again!”

You turn to Hinata in surprise, which melts quickly into embarrassment at having Izumin and Koji’s curious attention while Hinata bows about five times.

“Seriously?” the boy with a scowl snickers. “You hit someone?”

Hinata’s face explodes in a blush. “S-Shut up, Koji. I said almost!”

Izumin moves to approach you. You fumble with pushing your shoes inside the shelf, hoping you don’t look as stupid as Hinata’s hair. Izumin reaches out a hand, smiling. “Sorry about Shoyo. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“N-No, I’m fine, really! It’s okay!” you declare pathetically. “A bike can’t take me down.”

Hinata frowns. “It didn’t seem fine when you yelled at me.”

You both ignore him.

In a surge of confidence, you shake his hand and sweetly introduce yourself to the charming boy. “I’m Y/N. You are?”

“Oh.” He laughs bashfully, and you damn near preen at the sound. “Yukitaka Izumi. That’s Hinata, and that’s Sekimukai. We’re best friends.”

“Yo,” Sekimukai Koji says in greeting.

“Sorry,” Hinata Shoyo murmurs.

“Right, right.” You turn back to Izumi. “What class are you in?”

“Class 3—we all are,” Izumi answers happily. “You?”

You cheer in your head. This is fate telling you that you’re on the right path—how unbelievably easy it was. “Me too! What a coincidence!”

“That’s awesome,” Izumi agrees. “We’re gonna be friends, I bet.”

Unfortunately, you have to cut your conversation short. More students filter in, indicating you’re running short on time to get to class. You giggle and kick at the floor as Izumi asks to meet you in the classroom, which really isn’t anything special because you’re in the same class. But your heart is racing, thinking about how you can’t wait to understand the joy your parents feel.

Koji elbows Izumi in the ribs, hard. “That Y/N was definitely into you, lucky bastard.”

Izumi’s head whips around, turning red. “W-What? You think so?”

Hinata picks at his uniform, stained with dirt.

“Izumin!” you call out soon after the bell rings for Lunch break. “Can I join you guys?”

“Izumin?” Koji parrots in surprise.

“Yeah, sure,” Izumi says, because he can’t resist your charm, too, surely. “We don’t mind. Right, guys?”

Koji shrugs. “I don’t really care.”

“Why are you just asking Izumin?” Hinata complains.

You regard Hinata for a moment too long. “I almost got injured because of you.”

Hinata deflates, laughing sheepishly. “Yeah…”

You turn your head away, positively miffed. “I don’t want to talk to you,” because, at the end of the day, you’re just a petty kid making enemies left and right.

“Whatever,” Hinata sticks his tongue out. “Izumin, kick Y/N out.”

And because he’s your soulmate, Izumi tells him no.

“I’m home!” You slide your shoes off, stumbling here and there from excitement. “Mama, I’m home!”

You hear the stove clicking off, accompanied by the soft pitter-patter of your mother’s feet. She peeks from the corner and brightens, helping you with your bag as you kiss both her cheeks.

“Welcome home!” she coos, pinching your cheek hard enough to make you whine. “How was school, honey?”

You hold her wrist, then whisper to her secretly, “Mama, I think I met my soulmate.”

You pat one of the stray cats' heads, feeling pleased when the kitty purrs and rubs its tail on your leg in response. You feel its purr as a tremble on your skin as its whiskers tickle your ankle. This is a good sign. Cherry blossom flowers surround the both of you, warmed by the crisp morning sun. Definitely a good sign.

“Good kitty,” you utter softly. “You’re really cute. You don’t have a collar, huh?”

The cat meows back as if understanding. You reach for the cat’s chin, only for you and the cat to jump back in surprise at a bike skidding to a halt a few inches away. And of course—of course, it’s no one else but the idiot redhead who seems to have a blind spot for what’s ahead of him.

“Hinata!”

Hinata pales. “Y-You’re in the middle of the road!”

You give him your best withering glare. Hinata seems to melt into his bicycle seat. “I am not, and you know it. I was busy with my— oh great, you scared my new friend!”

The cat has disappeared from sight, and who knows how long it’ll be before you find a sweet cat like that? A month, probably. Why does Hinata like to tarnish your perfect morning? Is he the comedic relief of your story? You hope not. You really hope Hinata isn’t a recurring character in your book.

“The cat will come back,” Hinata says, wheeling around you. “And he has a name. Atsushi.”

“Really?” you ask, a little amazed. “How’d you know that?”

“I named him.”

You stand up and start walking to school, ignoring Hinata calling after you. You have no time for his nonsense.

“Hey, we’re not done talking!” Hinata orders angrily, but his voice sounds like a dog’s squeaky toy, so it doesn’t really feel scary at all.

You march on, undeterred by him hovering around you like a damn fly. It doesn’t help that you can’t outrun him because he’s the one with a bike between the two of you.

“Yes we are,” you say. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“You’re so mean to me compared to how you talk to Izumin,” he sniffs.

Isn’t it obvious why? “That’s because I like having Izumi-kun around!”

Hinata drops the bomb. “Well, your favorite Izumin’s sick today. He has a fever.”

“What! Really?” Your plans to woo Izumi today: effectively thwarted. What were the flowers for, if not a love confession? What was the cat for, if not for Izumi to care for the kitten in his home and have an excuse for you to come over? “Oh no. Poor Izumin.”

Hinata emits a noise of disgust. “He’s not a baby.”

“I should buy him food!” What a genius idea.

“You don’t even know where he lives.”

“Yes, but you do.” You jab a finger on Hinata’s chest. Students start to avoid you like a bubble has surrounded you both. “I’m going to buy him food, and I’ll pay you if you take it to him!”

“I’m not a delivery guy!” Hinata growls, catching your wrist to shove it off. What a terrible comedic relief.

A school day without Izumi is a little boring. Koji is funny, but he seems worked up about applying for the soccer club, so you haven’t had much to talk to him about that isn’t related to sports. Hinata needs no explanation. By your side, the girls in your class already whisper among themselves about who the cutest boy in their class is. No doubt, they unanimously agree on Izumi.

Fine. It’s normal for the love interest to be popular and admirable by the school.

Ha! They don’t even know that he’s sick. But you do.

Yet as you list down possible food to buy at your local convenience store, it seems fate has sidetracked. Your homeroom teacher calls for you to ask: “Y/N, can you help me carry these to the faculty room?” Your plans were once again effectively thwarted. It seems today is just not your day.

You’re resigned to your fate the moment you step into the faculty room, so when your teacher sweetly asks for you to arrange them in a particular order, your complaints have died down on your tongue. You work robotically, hoping that no one else has thought of bringing him soup. Who else knows about his home, you wonder?

By the time you’re finished, most students have already left the school. Hinata is also nowhere to be found. Even if you hurry to a store, you’re clueless about where your crush lives.

There goes your chance to impress Izumi…

Surprisingly enough, you meet Izumi again on a terrible day. It’s pouring and gloomy, and there aren’t any cute strays to be found. The flowers can’t possibly work in this weather, either. Why is it raining? Is it someone’s wedding day? Is this the bad omen you were hoping to avoid? How awful.

But then again… You cast your eyes to the sky, eyes fluttering at the droplets winding past your umbrella. This is the same weather your parents say they danced in and decided to marry each other.

“Y/N!”

You recognize that sweet voice. You spin around, water splashing from your boots. “I-Izumi?”

He eventually catches up to you, then pants with his hands on his knees. He doesn’t have an umbrella, and he's soaked all the way. Izumi cracks a grin directed only at you, as if the rain doesn’t matter. It feels as though the sun has risen despite the tip-tip-tip of the rain on your umbrella.

“Thank you for the soup,” he breathes. “I felt bad you had to buy one for me, but it tasted really good, so I’m glad you did!”

“Oh. Um.”

You’re 99% sure that you went straight home after your homeroom teacher finally freed you. Did you magically buy him food even asleep? What kind of soulmate nonsense is that? Lamely, you settle for a: “You’re welcome…!”

Izumi smiles wider, and he looks charming, but you find yourself looking for Hinata instead. You have a strange gut feeling that he’s got something to do with this, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Izumi takes your arm, ducking under your umbrella, and you find yourself distracted once again.

[ series taglist: @lynketa @quikhs @dazqa ]

"“I’m not a delivery guy!” Hinata growls" and then he actually becomes one in brazil... ohhhh hinata shoyo... U silly boy. anyway!! i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the series tysm for reading !! wow!!!! lmk what you think w/ a comment or a reblog -- it would really mean a lot<3

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[malfack]

i've been thinking for a long time about who was the first to realize own romantic feelings - naruto or sasuke. u know at first glance it may seem like naruto since he showed his attention and love for sasuke throughout the anime but in fact i'm sure it was sasuke who was the first to realize his feelings.

sasuke started thinking about it after he sacrificed himself for naruto in the land of waves. sasuke thought a lot about why he did what he did and over time he began to figure it out. in the valley of the end he definitely knew that naruto was his only weakness. sasuke was only convinced that he was right when he first saw naruto growing up after years of separation. everything turned upside down, and sasuke made that damn chaotic jump and hugged the lover before he realized what he was doing. every time naruto tried to bring him back to the village, every time he looked at him, every time he talked to him - sasuke was more and more convinced that he was in love than ever before.

naruto is a bit more complicated. for a long time he didn't realize the true nature of his feelings so he considered sasuke his brother and best friend, explained his care and desire to be close to him with that. until some point naruto couldn't even think that his feelings were romantic. uzumaki always thought sasuke was handsome. even in his conversation with sakura, he openly stated that sasuke was much prettier than sai which meant that naruto paid a lot of attention to it. in general all the years of separation uzumaki was an example of a loving partner willing to do anything to get his sweetheart back. everyone saw and understood this except for him. naruto began to realize his romantic feelings for sasuke only after a heartfelt vote2 conversation when he explained to sasuke the reason for his actions and said the final you are my best friend and his heart ached with the feeling that he had put much more meaning into those words. then naruto saw sasuke's tears, his wonderful smile and heard the soothing and familiar usuratonkachi. at that moment he realized that sasuke felt the same way. naruto didn't yet know what that feeling was and what to call it but he knew for sure that it was beautiful and only applied to sasuke. at that moment their hands connected in a heart-shaped pool of blood. the final point of acceptance was hinata's confession. she told of love describing all the things naruto felt for sasuke. then he finally understood all the things and gave his feelings a name - love.

just my headcanon so -

[tacticaldiary]

Dead Flowers Don't Grow

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

SYNOPSIS: "You can't fill the void with gifts. Flowers. You...it's like you're giving me these things to shut me up so I stop complaining you're never there-"

NOTE: All fanfic is timsekip. I'm taking requests!

MASTERLIST

"Make a diamond."

She jumps at the voice, clutching the ball to her chest. Kuroo stares at her, leaning against the doorway with something akin to a sheepish smile quirking his lips.

"...What?" She questions, not quite meeting his eyes because everything didn't just magically fix itself after a night of sleep. The wound their argument tore was still fresh, still hurting despite the half hearted compromise they'd come up with last night, a promise to deal with it in the morning.

She's been antsy all day, has taken to cleaning out their storage room. The ball in her hands was packed away in a box they never opened, worn and proudly used.

"Your hands. Make a diamond with them to set." Her husband studies her for a moment, before pushing off the doorframe to approach. Warm hands encompass her own, tug them up to hold the volleyball above her head. He positions her hands correctly under it, arms wrapped around her. "Like this, see?" He says quietly, because there's no need for raised voices in a space so enclosed, with emotions already teetering on a tightrope.

A glance over her shoulder earns her a glimpse of those familiar eyes, wrinkled at the side from smiling, a gaze as sharp and analytical as it is warm and playful.

It takes a lot to not lean into his warmth. She's still angry at him, still feeling the burn of humiliation and the sympathetic stare of her waitress.

"You did this a lot?" She mumbles, pushing the ball to her fingertips, then back into her palm. Kuroo doesn't move away, lets his hands rest on her waist instead, loosens out a silent sigh of relief when she doesn't push them away.

"Nah. Kenma was our setter, I was a middle blocker."

"Kenma?" He stifles a laugh at the incredulous tone.

"Can't imagine him running around, can you?" He smiles. "He was pretty damn scary on the court though. Hinata and him had a weird rivalry thing going on."

She hums, brings the ball down to her waist and silence follows.

It still stings, the wound is fresh. There's nothing like being forgotten that makes you sober up.

"Can we talk about it?"

Her husband's voice is soft but a crack in the silence, thumbs rubbing up and down her waist.

"What's there to say?" She shrugs, pointedly staring at the floor. "You forgot about me. Again."

"I didn't-"

"You did." She cuts him off. "You did, Tetsurou. It was the first date we planned in weeks and it ended the same it did the last two times."

"I'm sorry."

Frustration bubbles up in her chest, the muttered words make her flash back to the quiet, fresh bouquet of roses on their dining room table, the box of expensive chocolates on her nightstand when she woke up .

"You can't fill the void with gifts. Flowers. You...it's like you're giving me these things to shut me up so I stop complaining you're never there-"

"No, that's not...never, I'd never." He cuts her off, because the thought that he'd do something like that is disgusting, and doesn't speak to what his character actually is. "That wasn't my intention, sweetheart." He tugs her around by her shoulder so he can look her in the eye, show her there's nothing but honesty and guilt and regret etched into the lines of his face.

"Tetsurou." She sighs, and it goes straight to his heart. "I want you. You. My husband. I sat at that restaurant for an two hours yesterday waiting, thinking you couldn't have forgotten again, or that you'd at least text me you'd be late or something."

He nods immediately. "I was stupid-"

"You were."

"But it's no excuse-"

"It's not."

"And all I can say right now is that I'm sorry." Kuroo pleads with his eyes for her to let him speak and after a moment she allows it. "I know you've heard it a thousand times, but I promise this is the last one. I didn't...hadn't realised how bad it had gotten until today." He really does look remorseful, guilt lining the tension in his shoulders that she fights the urge to knead away at. Instead she loosens a slow exhales, lets the ball drop at their feet.

"Is it so hard to want to spend time with me? To work a normal amount like everyone else?" The questions comes out tired, a little small and damn if that doesn't break Kuroo's heart into splintered that hurt.

"Fuck, of course not." He says quickly, hands cupping her cheeks. His thumbs stroke across her cheekbones, eyes a little wide with alarm. "Of course not, I want the best for you, want you to be happy."

"I don't want the best, then." And when she looks at him there's such earnest honesty in her eyes. "I want you. It's enough, Tetsurou. You're enough for me."

Kuroo doesn't quite seem to know what to say to that. His mouth opens and then closes, silence hanging in the air. It's obvious her words have taken him aback, and it makes her soften, quells some of the frustration from before. Slowly, as if trying not to disturb the silent processing going on, her hands come to circle loosely around his wrists, head tilting ever so slightly into his palm.

It's almost a full minute later that she sees him swallow harshly and nod. "Okay." It's quieter than before.

"Okay." It's a promise and a reassurance in one.

This time she allows Kuroo to pull her in, winds her arms around his neck as his face burrows into her hair, lips pressed to her head. One strong arm curls around her waist, the other cups the back of her neck and she's perfectly content to stay there.

Things were far from okay, but results were only rewarded through consistancy and effort, traits she knows her husband has buckets full of to give to others. He was odd, sometimes, got in his head and took responsibility for things he didn't need to, but maybe that's why they worked so well.

A boat and his anchor.

An anchor and her boat.

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(20/11/2024)

[wttcsms]

wttcsms wags blind bag, one shot collection ;

about poking fun at blind items & wanting to explore wag culture (and also looking for any reason to write about hot anime athletes), this fic collection's theme is inspired by/based off of... well, blind items about wags!

you're what i wanna love on, shugo meian

at the height of peak stardom, you're not just japan's pop princess — you're everyone's. with it comes controversy; your infamously short dresses, the late night parties you attend after every concert, your outrageously expensive concert tickets and merch, your racy performances that have concerned mothers going on social media saying you're a bad influence. adding to your list of typical pop star transgressions, you also have a hot, successful, wildly successful and just barely controversially older boyfriend!

but it would've been fun (if you could've been the one), tooru oikawa

from high school rivals to long-distance college sweethearts to perhaps the couple that got eloped way too early, it's no surprise that you and oikawa end up divorcing soon after getting married. while in your case it seems like love might be a losing game, you and oikawa both only play to win. when the olympics brings you two together once more, there's a good chance you two can reconcile and get your relationship back and better than it was before — or, go down with this sinking ship. with either outcome, at least you two are doing it together.

something to lose, shoyo hinata

heartbroken, jaded, and convinced that all men are garbage, you don't plan on anything happening when you're invited to an after party for a profession volleyball team in order to boost said team's publicity. you don't plan on making any friends or meaningful connections, and you certainly don't plan on getting the number of one of their star player's, shoyo hinata. then again, a lot of things don't go as planned when he's involved, and you don't expect yourself to be happy about these turns of event, but for once you are; happy, that is. and it's all his fault.

easy like sunday morning, wakatoshi ushijima

wakatoshi ushijima is notorious for his devotion to two things: volleyball and his family. during his post-game interview where he's been away from home for nearly two months, interviewers are asking him if he's excited to attend the rowdy after party to celebrate. ushijima's answer? he's taking a flight directly after this interview to head back home. he plans on celebrating the only way he knows how to: by finally being able to tuck in his sweet kids to bed, and then show his beloved wife how much he's missed her.

it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender, koutarou bokuto

before he gets scouted by the msby black jackals and becomes one of japan's most famous athletes of all time, he's a struggling athlete trying his hardest to get a contract. during the off-season for recruiting, he decides to make some extra cash by using his looks and charms to become a contestant on a reality dating show, where he meets you: beautiful, intelligent, ambitious you, who is so clearly out of the league for anyone. you adore him, and you two have the strongest connection out of everyone on the show, so when he ends up picking someone who's not you, you're shocked. you don't know that he thinks he's doing you a favor because he believes he'll only ever hold you back. when the show invites you two for a reunion episode special, bokuto can only hope your feelings haven't changed.

burn out season, michael kaiser

what do you do when suffer a potential career-ending injury? hopefully not get diagnosed with depression, find out that because you devoted your whole life to your sport, you now have no sense of what to do without it, and then realize the only person who really Gets You is the only person who can irritate you like no one else does. hopefully you don't start to spend your newfound free time with him, and hopefully, you don't start to experience all the fun firsts in your life because of him and with him. or, maybe hopefully you do.

life could be a dream, yoichi isagi

getting together was no easy feat, and yoichi wants to show you how happy he is that you're his. he showers you with presents, shows you off at any given chance, always has a hand on the small of your back or around your waist. his possessive streak only grows when he finally slips that expensive engagement ring on your finger, and he shows you just how good married life is going to be for you.

i was supposed to sweat you out, michael beckenbauer

michael beckenbauer doesn't give a shit about japan, or the other subpar racers who have the nerve to get behind the wheel of the cars just to lose by a wide margin to him, or about how he's perceived by the media. he just wants to finish out this season, return home, and maybe find some worthy competition. he doesn't care if it's your job to try to brighten up his image; he never asked for a publicist, and in typical michael fashion, he's going to go out of his way to get you to quit. he has a bad tendency to underestimate his opponents, though, and off the track, you just might be his worthiest competition yet.

[silversatin2105]

Hi. What’s up? Can I please have a Hanma x female reader scenario (paragraph)? Reader is a sweetheart and the farthest thing from a delinquent and he protects her from getting hurt by Kisaki’s schemes because Hanma really likes her. Thank you.

Absolutely Not

Hanma X Fem-reader response

Hi I read your ask and I came up with this idea after talking with a friend of mine, I do hope its to your liking and beware of the following

Bad language

Mentions of gang stuff

Please enjoy in your own time and if this isn’t to your liking please message me with feedback and I will re-imagine it for you with your given feedback in mind.

It had been roughly two months since you and Hanma had started going steady, true you weren’t official with everyone as you both lived in different worlds, it was truly a puzzle on how you both ended up together, you both were as different as night and day, He was a gang hardened thug who walked in a darkness that your light would easily get swallowed up in, His heart twisted by the life of a gang member was totally different to you.

You were studious, kept your grades up and the only time you get in fights is on video games, You are a light in comparison to Hanma in everyway, but in someway it all worked out as your presence in his life kept him just enough in the light to stop him becoming the true heartless bastard he had the potential of turning into, In fact when you both started going steady he drew a line in the sand with you, there are many things that Hanma would gladly sacrifice on a silver platter for the sake of Kisaki’s diabolical plan, many others he’d allow to be strung up like marionettes to dance in the madness that was the bespectacled demons scheme that Hama would turn his back on, but you were different, off limits, a variable not to be used.

Which is why it pissed Hanam off no end when the demon in humans skin, His boss would try to ask the unthinkable of you, It was a warm summer, you three were out enjoying the weather with a nice parfait in a local café, textbooks strewn in front of you as you wanted to get your summer break homework finished before you would allow yourself to bask in the sun.

“Ah I see so this is how it goes..thanks Y/N” Hanma smirked as he listened to you explain the information in the text book, he wasn’t entirely enthralled in the subject you talked about but he did like to hear your voice and so he let you speak with such an excited pitch, in his mind it was just enough to be in a normal conversation and talking about normal things that weren’t Toman or other related.

“Say Y/N may I ask you a question ?” A cold and calculated voice asked putting Hanma slightly sighed as he threw an arm over your shoulder and looked at his captain with a raised eyebrow, this better be a normal question and if he didn’t like what he heard Hanma wasn’t going to be happy.

“Don’t you go to school with a girl called Tachibana Hinata ?” Kisaki asked as Hanam scowled quietly enough for you not to hear it and thought “Kisaki you fucker we have been thought this, Did we need to have another one of THOSE talks (Code for a the fights they’d have over you meeting more of their “Questionable” friends), Hanma by now had his arm like a protective blanket around you.

“Kisaki …really…” Hanma went onto say with a warning look upon his face, you could sense hostility and didn’t know why but you knew damned well not to question it when Hanma was like this, Kisaki just huffed and stood up, he fixed his glasses.

Not wanting to loose face and with a defeated growl, Kisaki packed up his books and made his way to the door, Hanma watching him walk away, this wasn’t over, not by a long shot but at least for the time being you were spared another day to bask in the light of your world, A world Hanma wanted you firmly in as you deserved the world in his eyes because you had the compassion to love a twisted bastard like him.

There was things Hanma could corrupt for the sake of his captain but you were absolutely not one of them

END SCENE

[someprettyname]

Whoses your favorite hq character so far?

OH MY (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

*gets hysterical* OH NOOOOOOOO

Why must you ask me this questions when you very well know every character is written SO WELL???

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Just kidding.

*rolls up sleeves* oh this is going to be long

I was waiting to finish S2 first before answering this so i could see all the seijoh players and my understanding of them mature a bit more before I go on and yap about them. I still haven't properly processed the vs Aoba Johsai match because. What. The. Hell. Wasthat? 🧍🏻‍♀️

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSS the point being, i really do like every character. Genuinely. It's not the "Ah. I don't think they are necessarily bad so i like them yeah 🤷🏻‍♀️." It's the "My goodness, even a side character is so well written, what? How am I supposed to forget you after I understood you and your story? 🥹" Kinda like.

Now that it's established that i adore every character and team that showed up on the screen we can now discuss the characters that have caught my attention so far :3 [keep in mind that I've only watched 2 seasons so far so there might not be enough kenma and shiratorizawa players :D]

Okay starting off with team karasuno ->

GUESS WHO WAS THE FIRST EVER CHARACTER TO CATCH MY EYE IN THIS WHOLE SERIES?

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Ta-Da!

It was NISHINOYA!!!!

Oh my god WHAT A SWEETHEART.

WHAT WOULD I EVER DO WITHOUT HIM BEING IN THE MATCH/COURT? *Sniffles*

I saw that shine in his eyes and I was SOLD. HAVE ALL MY MONEY. I LOVE THIS CHARACTER ALREADY. AND HIS VOICE? MY GOODNESS. It's very specific but there's this huskiness in his voice that's absolutely divine to my ears. His dynamics with hinata and asahi is something i look forward to ALWAYS! I mean this adorable boy here is a sight to behold every time he shows up, so need i explain more? He's like a ball of sunshine, he has magical cheering up powers. I love him so MUCH. I'M IN TEARS.

*clears throat* *collects oneself*

Moving on, Daichi is an amazing character. He isn't the most flashy charcter but without him - the captain - it's empty and on the edge of falling apart. Captures the essence of his role quite accurately, nein? Pillar of maturity and calmness. That's how I see him and it's beautiful.

Then it's Asahi. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MWAH CHEF KISS. His character development is gorgeous. GORGEOUS.

Next up is Kageyama of course. My famous infamous opinion of him is that he's seriously a serious silly goober your honour 😌

When I was watching their second official match with seijoh for a moment i really thought "Ah. Kageyama is going to win but as a team isn't it? Oikawa would still be superior to him as a setter, isn't it? That's how it's going to balance out?" Guess I was wrong. My mind was ABSOLUTELY blown when their last set was the same as the one in their previous match with seijoh. And then he was standing in front of oikawa WHILE I WAS GOING CRAZY. DAMN IT.

His character development and him learning to move past being the "king of court" is amazing. I feel like a proud mom lol.

If I'm talking about kageyama i HAVE to talk about Hinata but I'll sleep on that for now because lol. It's quite obvious. Maybe i should yap about why I wanna pull his cheeks some other day. This is getting long as it is.

Coming to TEAM AOBA JOHSAI :

I'd really like to yap about oikawa but he's one character who gets me thinking. I have so many thoughts about him but it's quite a blur, he's a complex character. That much i have understood. I mean, everytime i see a character i have this immediate impression of them and everything they do afterwards usually builds up on that without contradicting my first impression. That's how it usually goes. But he was one character who keeps... surprising me? Somehow? Does that make sense? So yeah, i would like to re-watch stuff and form a stronger opinion before I yap. He's a complex and beautifully written character, i don't want to disrespect him with him half assed opinions lol.

He intrigues me, that's for sure :)

Then it's Iwaizumi i.e iwa-chan~ because WHY THE HELL NOT. I teared up over him afterall. Damn it. So yeah, i definitely like him.

honourable mention : shinji watari!

Then comes the honorable mention of Yuji Terushima from TEAM JOHZENJI. Whenever I think about that team and it's essence his face pops up in my mind, rightfully so. He has a cool character design, so that too.

That team to me personally is really memorable because my personality IS like them upto a lot extent LOL. So throughout the match I was secretly rooting for them a lot. And when they said "Ah. I was just getting started. I wanted to play more." I found myself thinking the same. And when that happens, you as a viewer know this match was well written. I also love how author captured their story and feelings in just an episode. Definitely a memorable match :D

HEHEHEHHEH NOW COMES THE CHARACTER FROM TOKYO POWERHOUSE PRACTICE ARC.

Ah. So many memorable characters ahaha xD

*sighs reminiscingly*

Anyways. Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Bokuto. I'll hold yapping about them too much too simply because they haven't be explored too much yet. But my GOD. THESE 4 CHARACTERS? I'M SOOOOOOO SOOO CURIOUS ABOUT THEN. I wanna see how it all turns out and how they grow! Specially Lev!! If he gets better at other areas too he's going to be a challenge for Karasuno isn't it? That'd certainly be fun to watch.

Also i want to squish kenma, put him in a container and shake him violently then put him in a jar and GRIND him. Hahahahahakwiehhehehehehhh 😈

What? Don't look at me like that. He has a very squishy soft warm kinda character design. It's not my fault ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Lastly, I'd like to say i love Bokuto's energy 😌↕️😌↕️ and OF COURSE! HIS SILLINESS AHAHHAH XD

He's so dramatic oh my god 😂 but I also love how he taught hinata to be so much better 🥹 so far, as per my perception of him, he's a simple, optimistic and silly guy who wants good competition. And I'm all here for it 😌↕️😌↕️

OH MY GOD CAN KARASUNO HURRY UP AND PLAY FUKURODANI ALREADDYYYYYY 🥹

Ending this huge ass ted talk [which you probably didn't expect, and if you didn't, I'm sorry to put you through this] with the last honourable mention : Ushijima. Of course. First of all, why is built like a Hollywood character? Second of all, i wanna watch him play sooo bad oh my god. 🥹

....but I'll probably end up rewatching S2 before that. LOL 😂😭

[mschoiyuki]

Our Own Happy Ending

Kuroo Tetsurō x gn!reader

TW : Mention of parents divorced

WC : 1.4k

A/N : Kuroo was my first crush on Haikyuu. Just some kind of celebration for the new movie. And to be honest, I'm still pondering this fic is fluff or angst? ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)

They said first love is hard to die.

The high school reunions is making you nervous. But also happy. Happy that you will meet your juniors and also friends from another school.

Yes. This high school reunion is not just an ordinary reunion. This big scale reunion is sponsored by Bouncing Ball Corp, Kenma’s company. He spend his money on this reunion because he want to celebrates his dear friend achievements, Hinata Shoyo. Also because it’s really been a while Hinata didn’t meet his friends and rivals.

Kenma arranges the event (he asks pays you to arranges this big scale reunions) with your help. Because you own an event organizer company. Yes Kenma is a dear junior of yours, but there is no way you say no to his money. Business is business after all.

The reason why you are nervous? Because it’s really been a while you don’t meet with this certain man. At first you just want to supervise everything and then leave before it starts. But Kenma insist you have to attend, this is your hard works why not stay and see how perfect it turns out?

Well at least you’re not gonna bump to this man. It’s so damn crowded here. Also it's been years already, and you have a boyfriend now. So you choose to stay for monitoring the event to run smoothly until the end.

When you leave your boyfriend behind with his friends to make sure everything is perfect, you heard someone shouts your name from distance.

"Y/N - senpai!!" You looks around to find the source of the voice. Then you see Lev waving at you and he strides towards you excitedly with his beaming face.

"Lev!! Long time no see, super model!" You welcome him with a big hug.

"Senpai! Can't believe you did all of this. Come on, let's catch up with the others!" Lev grabs your wrist and take you along with him.

"Umm. Actually I'm still on clock. I'll catch up with you guys later." You try making excuses and tries to free your hand from him. But Lev didn't hear it. He tries to ignore it.

You know where he's gonna take you that's why you are making excuses. Because you are so sure you will meet that man.

Bingo. There he is.

"Kuroo senpai!! Y/N - senpai also here! Now our team are complete." Lev smiles so innocently.

Your first love. Your high school sweetheart. Also the man who broke your heart.

Kuroo tries to hide his awkwardness. He grins "Hey there y/n. It's really been a while. You looks great."

"Hi. Long time no see. I see you still on this field, huh. Good for you."

Kenma, being Kuroo childhood friend knows everything about him. Even about how your relationships started and ended. It's really awkward to witness you and Kuroo now. Kenma knows you already moves on. But Kuroo...

Kuroo still talks about you to Kenma even though both of them busy. But somehow topics about you will always appear out of blue. Kenma never wants to meddle with his best friend relationship, he just listen to Kuroo or sometimes will gives him a piece of information that Kuroo wants to know.

Kenma just doesn't understand, if Kuroo still has some lingering feelings for you, then why the hell Kuroo breaks up with you. Kuroo never wants to tell Kenma the reason.

Yaku know Kuroo needs closure to move on. Being the good friend for both of you, Yaku tries to make the opportunity for Kuroo.

"Alright guys, we need to greets Bokuto and the others. Come on"

The juniors won't say no to the mother of the packs, they starts to walk and leave you and Kuroo behind.

"So... How's life now, y/n? You looks wonderful." He gives you his signature smirk. The smirk you used to love the most.

"Cut the bullshit, Kuroo. I don't think we are on a terms where we can talk comfortably with each other." You take a glass of champagne from the waiter that pass by, didn't spare Kuroo a glance.

Kuroo grimace with your words "Ouch. That's hurt." Part of it because you calls him with his surname.

You sips the champagne, still ignoring him.

"Do you hate me, y/n?" Kuroo softly ask.

Taken back with his question, you grips the glass tightly "I don't know. Maybe no? You still owe me the reason, Kuroo." You turn your head and looking at him straight to his eyes.

Where is the eyes that always looking at him so dearly? Why it has to be replaced with that stern looks? He knows it's his own fault. Kuroo sighs and awkwardly scratches his nape. The time has come, he has to tell you. Of course you deserve to know the truth, the reason.

“You do know about my family condition right? About my parents divorced.” He sounds so sad.

You just softly gaze at him, letting him finish his words.

"I know maybe for you this is sound so stupid or maybe you think I just made it to broke up with you. But, believe me y/n. I don't want to ended up like them. I'm scared. I'm scare that one day I will do the same to you." His voice almost cracks. His eyes... He looks like he is going to cry.

You reach and squeeze his upper arm, trying to soothe him. Giving your sympathy. You know how hard it is for him after his parents got divorced, and how thankful he is to able to meet Kenma.

"You should told me, Kuroo. We could try it until the end. If you told me that time, maybe we're still together. We can try. If you never try it, how could you know it would never works. Isn't that how relationship works? Communication? You never told me, you just made your own decisions. Selfish bastard." You didn't stutter, you finish your words in one breathe.

Maybe because now you know the real reason, it's clearing your clouded mind. After all this years. It's clear now.

Kuroo just chuckles with your nagging, he agrees he is the bastard here.

"I'm really sorry that I hurt you, y/n. I thought you deserve someone better than me."

"Pfft. Of course I am." You scoff and roll your eyes.

"So, we good now? Can we be friends? Or you don't do friends with your ex? Or your current boyfriend not allowing you that?" His signature grin is back, nudging your side playfully.

"Don't be silly. Of course we can be friends, there's no grudge between us. So why not be friends? My boyfriend is cool with me being friends with my ex. As long as the ex is not an ass." You cross your arms tilting your head.

Kuroo laugh and extend his hand for a handshake, "Friends. Best friends?"

"Whichever is fineee." You slaps his hand before you shake it.

Yaku and Kenma silently watching over you two from afar, sighing because you both now laughing. Kuroo finally gets the closure he need.

"Hey babe, you done? Oikawa is looking for you." Mattsun slither his hand on your waist. Kissing your cheek.

"Issei, hey. Yeah I'm done here." You jolts on the sudden touch.

“Sup, man.” Kuroo extend his hand and Mattsun reach it for the hand shakes.

And now the two man chatting a lil bit, reminiscing the old volley days.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you again y/n. Thank you, for not hating me.” Kuroo smiles.

“I know you have your reason, Kuroo. It’s all good now.” You smiles and you snake your arm to Mattsun, “Let’s go, Tooru must been waiting for us.”

“See you guys around.” Kuroo waves goodbye to both of you.

Sending you off to your new happiness that once he gave you. Maybe he regrets it a little, breaking up with you. But at least he got a precious lessons from you. Your nagging erase his doubt that he also deserves to be happy, he too can be happy. But he doesn’t regrets those times you belong to him. Those happy times. He will cherish it forever, deep inside his heart.

He walks to find his friends with a light steps, his dark thoughts gone now. He feels the burden on his shoulders has been lifted. You free him.

He glad that you are his first love. The precious first love that he had to let go.

So long, my first love.

dividers by : @saradika-graphics

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗎, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺, 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽!𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

“baby!!" you shouted out to your redheaded boyfriend who was in his home office. he hummed in acknowledgment. "we should go out."

"what do you mean my love, we just went out to the movies yesterday." his eyes never leaving the paperwork that laid across the desk. you sucked your teeth from the lack of attention and pouted.

"baby I just wanna spend time with you." you walked towards him, slumping your arms around his shoulders, breath fanning his neck triggering him to shudder. "I know sweetheart but I have so much work to do."

"fine." you walked away with your arms crossed leaving his little office. he sighed ruffling his hair getting back to work.

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"yea hinata so tell me why this fucking carrot top head ass nigga gon say some oh 'we just went to the movie the other day and I got so much work to do?’” you finger quoted, ranting to hinata on facetime.

"like on konoha, nigga, you ain't no damn alexander hamilton on some 'I have so much work to do.' oooh his ginger headed ass get on my nerves." hinata bursts out laughing.

"yo like deadass naruto starting to get me tight too. he always hanging around that bum ass nigga sasuke even though sasuke ass do him wrong li-ter-ral-ly all the time." you shake your head at the mention of the boy with brother issues scratch that family issues. "-and he always talm bout some 'I got demons in me but you help me get through it', but never be here with me. like how the fuck does that make sense?"

sighing you scratched your head then a lightbulb went off. "yo I just wanna have sex, like angrily… angry sex. imma need to make this nigga mad though, but how?" "that thought was so random y/n." laughter poured from her mouth as it slowly died down. "be on ft with one of his boys and flirt with them in front of him ooohhh.. maybe I should do that."

you ‘oohed’ as you thought it through. "but who would I talk to? you know this nigga lowkey don’t got friends." hinata chuckled shrugged. "I heard that he 'just' got on good terms with lee so try him, you might wanna text him and tell him it's a prank and you not responsible for the consequences tho."

"yooo that's smart lowkey but he fall for people to easy. I would say you could facetime sasuke since that's basically naruto's lil boyfriend but no one want his busted ass but that sakura hoe."

"lol you mean for that but who should I talk to?" she questioned. "talk to that nigga kiba, he and naruto got some weird beef going on plus he kinda cute and he got that cute ass dog 'maru."

"girl you right. ight i'm finna put this plan into motion i'll let you know how it goes tomorrow." she put up the peace sign and you did the same as she hung up. you started texting lee.

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the plan was set now all you had to do was wait. y'all's place wasn't that small but you could hear whenever gaara came out of his office, which meant that he could also hear you and it was currently almost 10pm. you were dressed in emerald green lingerie and a sheer green robe that had fluff at the ends.

you facetime’d lee getting into character while the phone rung. when he picked up his jaw dropped. he was bout to catch feelings. "damn y/n. you looking fine as always beautiful." you laughed putting your hand over your mouth a little bit. "stoopp i'm shy."

"girl you don't have anything to be shy about." he was kinda gassing your head up, you rolled your hand in a spiral motion, hinting at him to start acting more. "you know why I picked this color bae?" you inwardly gagged at calling him the word.

he bit his lip slowly letting his bottom lip fall from in between his teeth. "why babygirl?" you seen him leaned back in his chair his hand fiddling with the string on his basketball shorts.

you hear gaara's footsteps arriving at the stairs. "because I know it's your favorite color." he smiled through the screen feeling himself, green was his favorite color. "you right bae now give me a spin." you comply the robe lying on the slope of your shoulders. "dammnn, you sooo fine babygirl."  you laughed hearing gaara next to the door, "what would you do to me if you was here?"

biting your lip you bent in front of the camera a little. the door was ajar so gaara could see that you was on facetime but he didn't know with who.

you stood up a bit twisting your hip so that lee had a sneak of the back which coincidentally allowed gaara to get a sneak on the camera. "wanna know what I'd do to you if I was there-" his voice got cut off by a deeper one. "not a fuck thing." you fake startled. "baby it's not even-" "shut up y/n." your lips zipped shut and from the corner of your eye you could see lee pale.

"so I guess that beating a couple years back fucked up some brain cells, huh, lee? tell me right now if you wanna die bout this girl right here." he pointed towards you. "cuz you’re definitely not the first body I dropped and you know that, so wassup?"

"and you, y/n, don't be on no shit now. ask yourself if you ready to have his blood on ya conscience. you know I don't care about no shit like that. matter of fact i'll make you kill him." gaara breathed heavily, trying to keep his cool. you were frozen, you knew that it was gonna be intense, just not this intense. "y/n take this dude off your screen right now." you rushed to grab your phone and hung up on lee.

gaara held his hand out for your phone which you give as he sits on y'all's shared bed, manspreading. "so you just on facetime with another dude in the lingerie I brought? in our home at that?" you put your hands behind your back fiddling with your fingers, shifting back and forth as you faced the ground, like a child getting scolded you didn’t know what to say.

"I thought I was speaking so look at me when I talk to you." you obeyed, staring him in the eyes, the only thing you spotted was sadistic anger. he slid down his joggers showing his pretty pink tip, that was half hard, little beads of precum dripping down.

the lust dripped from in between your legs as he instructed you. "get on your knees for me sweetheart." the compassion in his voice was anything but, even still you followed his order. he caressed your cheek patting it softly. "so i'll give you a chance to explain yourself. why were you on the phone with lee?"

thinking of a quick response you replied. "cause I wanted some attention." gaara looked you in your eyes and it took everything in him not to slam your face on his dick.

"cuz you wanted some attention…” he slowly mocked. “alright princess i'll give you enough attention to last the week." your pussy throbbed at that. he took ahold of his shaft and jerked it a little before slapping it against your cheek. you giggled as he let you wrap your mouth around him, groaning aloud. 'damn it has been awhile.' his hand raised into your hair, your tongue swirled around his tip, your lips plush against the length of his cock the two toned skin looking so juicy as you slid up and down, saliva covering them.

he push back on your forehead a bit to get you to look at him. "damn princess~ c-can I hurt you a bit... just a little, please princess~" your lips popped off of his tip as you pumped his cock, licking them as you stared up into his eyes, low lidded and lust filled. "please do baby." your head was pushed back onto his dick as both of his hands took to the sides of your face, slamming you down on his hard-on your throat instantly getting stuffed taking you by surprise making you gag.

he thrusted up feeling your throat wrapping around him, squeezing tight. "f-fuck princess you must love sucking my dick huh~? look at allat drool on your chin." his thrusting continued as you began to feel him pulse in your throat.

"ugghh f-fuck sweetheart i'm finna cum." gaara let out a needy moan. "hah.... ah... ahh.... fuuucck. take all that cum princess~ mmmmh." he moaned as he stilled his cock twitched, warm liquid filled your throat causing you to choked slightly as you try to swallow with gaara still in your mouth. he pulled out of your mouth, saliva connecting from his cock to your chin before going a little limp, you laid your tongue against his heavy shaft, jerking it til you came off with a 'pop'. his sea green eyes looked down at you as you spoke. "I was just cleaning you off baby."

his eyes rolled back as a groan escaped his lips. "lay on your back on the bed." you stood on wobbly knees, the robe falling from your frame and climbed into the bed, watching as he crawled over you, his shadow blocking the led lights from your face. he nuzzled his face in your neck making you shudder from the breath he let out. kissing down your neck, between the valley of you breast pulling the bra underneath them, your brown buds perking up at the cool air and your stomach biting the chub a little til he arrived at in front of your clothed pussy.

while maintaining eye contact he removed your panties from your bottom half, your slick smeared around your pussy and the inner thighs, the thick brown flesh having a shine to it. gaara let out a low groan as he lifted and spread your legs. your brown pussy lips parting, opening it to reveal your warm, pink, and wet insides.

his arms folded around your abdomen as he drug you closer to him, flattening his tongue he licked between your folds, hot tongue moving upwards to your clit clamping down around it sucking harshly, making you jump before he let go. your hands gripped onto his ginger tresses motioning for him to continue as you grind your hips into his face, he pulls back, licking your juices from his lips, glaring coldly. he unraveled his arms from around your tummy, taking hold of your hands firmly pressing them onto the bed.

he took slow teasing licks around your clit making you whine. "fuucck gaara baby~ pleease fuck mee." your needy tone made his blood pump faster as he crawled over you again, this time placing his hand around your neck squeezing tightly. "you're such a slut aren’t you? huh? ‘must really love my dick?" he tsked before speaking again. "or you tryna fuck with lee now?" he squeezed tighter enough to the point where you felt the pressure start to constrict your airway, eyes rolling in pleasure as one of your hands softly held his wrist.

biting your lip, your hazy lust-filled eyes connect with his. "gaara~ imma slut just for you… ‘only want your dick~" his smirk widened as a sadistic giggle left his lips, he leaned forward giving you a sloppy kiss, his tongue licking your lips before he pulled away, thumb hooked into your mouth to keep it open as he spit in it, watching you swallow and stick your tongue out to show the pink muscle bare of his saliva.

he removed his hand from your throat to grip your jaw, fingers indenting in your cheeks making your lips smush together and tears filling your waterline, giving you another sloppy kiss before pulling back and shaking your face. “right answer sweetheart~ let's give you reward." he slid into you giving you little time to adjust, still upset from the stunt you pulled earlier, all 7.5 inches enter in your tight wet cunt, making you gasp at the intrusion as he moan over you, feeling his warm breath on your already heated body.

you clenched accidentally having gaara groan into your ear. "fuucckk~ don't do that." his hand let go of your face, forearm laid beside your head as his other hand gripped at your hip, his head laid on the bed, moan reaching your ear making you throb at the angelic sound, the weight of his cock not helping your situation causing you to tighten abruptly. "I can't help it baby~ f-fuck you're soo big." feeling your eyes water, you blinked away the tears as one of your hands ran through gaara's hair, and the other digging into his low waist, keeping him inside flush against you.

"d-damn sweetheart, your cunt’s fucking tight. ahhh.... fuucck." he pulled out gaining momentum, his thrusts speeding up, the squelching of your pussy getting louder as your legs wrapped around him. "’pussy so wet baby, you hear how fucking wet you are? mmmm shhit." heat rose from your cheeks as you listened to the mess your pussy was making, turning your face to the side as you gripped his hairs on the back of his neck. "gaaarraa." you whined as he kissed your neck feeling his smirk on your skin.

"don't be embarrassed now." he pulled away making you face him, the hand that was on your hip tilting your head to face him. he removed your arms from around him, taking both your hands shifting you upwards, to the headboard, telling you to hold onto it. he threw one of your legs over his shoulder kissing above your ankle glancing at the anklet with his name, his hand trails up your body running over your breast squeezing them, then over your stomach pressing down hard enough to feel himself through the chub.

"you feel that baby? that's my dick right here- ‘m right here ffuuck." you clenched on him again the feeling of his meaty cock in your tight walls, sandwiching your pussy with his heavy hand. he resumed his exploration of your body before arriving at your clit, his thumb slowly stroking the tiny wet bundles of nerves as he picked up the place, ramming into you faster.

you tried to close your legs as you felt closer to your release hands leaning the headboard in attempt to pushing at his pelvis. he ignored your pleasure struggle putting your other leg on his other shoulder, and continuing to fuck you as you spasmed letting out moans.

gaara could barely move from how tightly you clenched around him, nevertheless he continued to thrust in you. "ahhh....fuucck.... w-wait baby I just came." he grinned, lidded eyes seemingly glowing as his tongue ran over his top lip. "I know." your moans continued to rise. "s-shit baby i'm too sensitive." you dug your nails into his pale biceps sure to leave behind red marks. gaara moaned at the sight, gripping the backs of your knees, spreading your legs up and apart as he watches as the fat of your breast bounces and you cream on him, a thick white ring around the base of his cock. "hhaahh cum with me princess." he stilled inside of you as you shuddered underneath him letting him go from your bruising embrace, a pool of warmth painting the inside of your cunt.

he pulled out of you, cum trailing right behind as he slapped the tip of his dick against your clit making you jolt as he let out a smug giggle. "stay right there for a minute princess." he leaned over picking your phone up off the opposite side of the bed, going on snapchat, taking a picture and saving it.

he started a video with his cum still flowing out of you, placing his thumb on your puffy sensitive clit making you whine. "who's pussy is this princess?" his cocky tone apparent as he slapped your cunt. "’s yours gaaraa~ it's all yours." "damn right."

he ended the video, saving it to memories, throwing your phone back on the bed, kissed you on your forehead and helped you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom and started up the tub while you peed.

you leaned into gaara as your shower cap rested against his chest. "it was a prank baby, 'm sorry." he scoffed. "lesson learned, didn't we?" you nodded, tired from the dick he just put down on you. "can't believe you called up a dude who wore a green leotard all throughout middle school." he tsked.

・❥・

gaara was out shopping so you rang up your best friend. "hinata girlll lemme tell you what had happened-" she shushed you. "girl we gotta talk later cuz look." she sat up from what looked like her bed and shifted the camera to the left to see naruto knocked the fuck out without a shirt.

"pussy put his ass to sleep now he callin' you nyquil. okayy hinata." she held her finger to her lip as you quieted down til she shifted her camera to the right. kiba was knocked out laying on his back shirtless and an arm resting over his face. the biggest gasp came out of your mouth as you took in her appearance.

bite marks littered her neck, her hair messy, and her eyes were puffy and you could see tear marks running down her face. "girl we def gonna have to talk later cuz what the fucck?"

"yea girl ima call you back when I fully wake up, and to keep you in suspense they were like wild fuckin’ animals, anyways bye." she hung up making you scoff. 'damn get it then i guess.'

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[mancalledvenus]

ranking the karasuno boys :3

TW: OPINION !! (pls don’t attack me.)

9. asahi azumane

CONTROVERSIAL (so is this entire list) but i just do not really like asahi and i don’t know why. it might be his goatee lmfao, it just makes me uncomfortable i’m so sorry. he’s a total sweetheart and i have NOTHING AGAINST HIM, but i love the other players more.

8. kageyama tobio

i have mixed feelings about kageyama cuz on my first watch i did really like him, but now i could not care less about him. his ranking also might be cuz of how popular he is and me not understanding the hype might have turned into resentment lmao.

7. tsukishima kei

similar situation to kageyama except he actually has me PISSED OFF cuz of how popular he is when he’s SUCH AN ASS. the only reason he’s higher is cuz he’s just a little more fun to watch. honestly you could switch him and tobio on this list and it wouldn’t make a difference. i just don’t care for how rude they are. still fine tho unfortunately :(

6. daichi sawamura

solid character. good captain, good guy, blah blah blah, he’s not that interesting to me. he’s got one of the more boring designs in the show so he never stuck out to me. that lands him around the middle, but he could still hit

5. yamaguchi tadashi

love yamaguchi so much, he’s so cute. hurts to see him standing on the side a lot of the time cuz i just wanna see him get a chance to play :,( he’s adorable and so fucking funny. everyone always forgets how much of a SHIT TALKER he is. he’s so real dude.

4. hinata shoyo

HINATAAA he is the perfect main character for me i absolutely adore him. he’s genuinely hilarious and i cannot get enough of how cute he is. this is the point in the list where it’s obvious what type of characters i like and what i don’t (energetic, funny guys vs. quiet assholes)

3. tanaka ryuunosuke

sooooo fucking funny dude. i could watch an hour of him talking about NOTHING and be entertained. get this man a podcast bro. carries the dub on his back plus he’s FINEEE

2. sugawara koshi

everyone’s first haikyuu crush cuz of how damn charming he is. def the sweet boy every girl has a crush on cuz he’s just so like-able. never met a single person who hates suga cuz he’s just so appealing. my unproblematic king

1. NISHINOYA YUU 👅👅👅

absolutely FELL for this man on my first watch and my love for him NEVERRR went away. he’s my day 1 and my ultimate anime crush dude. i would pick him over anybody. literally the reason i’m a die hard karasuno fan and why i hate the rival characters so much. he is SOOO underrated i can’t. his tags are always dry as hell .

that’s the end! thank you for reading <3 ! who are your top 3 haikyuu characters?

[space-heat3r]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Thank you for the ask!

In all the media I've loved? That's a hard oneee. I don't think I could put it in any particular order buuut:

Liu Qingge (SVSSS) -

I am enamored with this man for some reason. He's so so so pretty and I love his character. Fiercely loyal and like a personal uber driver to SQQ. He's such a sweetheart even if he doesn't show it and I love every single scene he's in. In the years that SQQ was "dead", I really liked how he stopped at nothing to try and retrieve his body from Luo Binghe so that he could have a proper burial (even if he was unsuccessful) and the way he returns SQQ's fans whenever he loses them. He just wants to protect the ones he cares about and I want to give him a big big hug.

2. Hua Cheng (TGCF) -

I truly love his dedication and pure infatuation with Xie Lian, as well as the fact that this man is FINE. His character has so much depth and his willingness to do anything for XL is so beautiful. His 800 years of commitment and the way he is willing to give his everything to XL AGH he's so amazing.

Also. He's SMOKIN. Like scalding. Like HOT DAMN.

3. Hajime Hinata/Izuru Kamukura (Danganronpa) -

Since these guys are technically the same person, I'm just gonna count them as one.

Hajime is my favorite protagonist of the Danganronpa games and I love that at first you think he's a pretty basic dude, like "Oh yeah there's not much to write home about him." But then you see his sassy quips and his slight tsundere personality which just adds to him, and then you learn about his backstory and his entire character as a whole changes for you. His need to be accepted, his insecurity and deep longing for approval in which he takes drastic measures in order to try and accept himself. He agreed to be lobotomized not knowing that him as a whole was just going to disappear. Enter Izuru Kamukura. Who honestly I just think is really cool and there's not a lot I have to say about him tbh. Like even though he's kind of a completely different person, parts of Hajime still make their way through to who he is.

4. Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) -

I find him to be one of the best written antagonists in Danganronpa, his intentions always somewhat insane but when you learn about the meanings behind them, he's always calculated and intentional. Also, due to his terminal illness that he somehow outlasts due to his luck, he struggles in social settings, which I think adds to the depth of his character and how he sees things. He really doesn't think much of himself and yet manages to have a superiority complex over people he deems "lesser" than him (which then changes after the events of the Dr3 anime). Also I just think he's pretty goofy haha. He's pretty kooky and I like him a normal amount (lie).

5. Kurapika Kurta (HunterxHunter)

He is SO PRETTY. I really love a good revenge plot and I enjoyed his character a lot. I thought his powers were really interesting even though they took years off of his life :(

(Also I want his earrings)

6. Zhuzhi-Lang (SVSSS) -

I think he deserves so much love and I just want to give him the biggest warmest hug. He deserves so much. He's so loyal and willing to do anything for those who have been kind to him and made him feel like a person rather than a monster.

7. Lan Wangji (MDZS)

His pure LONGING and adoration for WWX are just so precious. He seems all aloof and chaste and pure but on the inside he's a lovesick and pining mess. I can never get over the scene where he hears WWX's confession and you can just see how this is all he's ever wanted and finally, finally, he can be with the one he loves with all of his being.

8. Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa) -

Chiaki is so sweet and kind and truly cares so much about her friends. She gave up her life believing in them and knowing that a brighter future awaits them. She's so loving and knows that she may not be with them, but she will forever live on in the hearts and memories of the ones dearest to her.

Also: Gamer.

9. Shen Qiao (Thousand Autumns)

Shen Qiao is just so benevolent and good-hearted, he really just deserves the best things and yet draws the short-end of the stick continuously. He's such a sweetheart and such a beauty, I love himmm.

10. Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) -

Honestly I just really enjoyed his character and his interactions with Phoenix. He is so gay.

[hinatastinygiant]

31 | Shamrock

CONTENT WARNING! NSFW!

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

Wasteland Masterlist

After you pull away from Chifuyu's kiss, you're not sure what to think. It is quite literally the end of the world, shouldn't you be focusing on clearing the rest of the mall instead of pondering whether or not to kiss him again.

But then again, it is the end of the world. If not now, when? And so, you decide to kiss him again. Climbing into his lap, you wrap your arm around the back of his head and kiss him.

Chifuyu's hands travel down your sides and rest on your ass which he squeezes hard while kissing you back. Soft moans then travel from between your lips and onto his tongue. You can feel yourself begin to relax in his arms as thoughts about everything else disappear.

You rotate your hips around his lap, making sure he knows you can feel the bulge growing beneath you. Chifuyu responds with a harsher grip on your ass.

"Turn around," he tells you as he lifts you up. "Lose the pants, too."

You grin as you get off his lap. And as you lower your pants, you make sure to go slowly. Teasing him as his eyes stay trained to the way your hips sway as you reveal yourself to him.

The second your clothes are out of the way, he sits you back down on his lap. But this time, you're facing away from him. You can feel his hands trail up and down your back as you arch against him, starting to crave more.

Chifuyu nibbles at the side of your neck as you grind down against him. You can tell he's enjoying your patience.

"Chifuyu?" you call out to him softly.

"Hm," he whispers as he licks the side of your neck.

"If you don't hurry up Hinata's going to think we're dead," you hum.

"You're so damn impatient," he grins against your skin.

"I'm telling you to fuck me, Chifuyu, don't act like you're so much better," you scoff.

"Maybe I'll just stop here then," he answers as he kisses your skin once more and pulls away.

You smirk to yourself as you turn your head to the side to get a better look at him. "I fucking dare you."

In a split second, Chifuyu pushes your ass up. And when he places you back down, you can feel yourself sink down against his length.

"Shit," you gasp as he helps you sit down on his lap.

"You took it so well, good job," he chuckles.

"Were you expecting me to be drooling on my lap?" you scoff.

"There's still time for that sweetheart," he hums as he traces his hands down your back. "Don't be too cocky."

With nothing as a warning, Chifuyu smacks your ass hard with his palm. You let out a quick cry until he reaches his hand around your front and places two of his fingers in your mouth.

"Stay quiet, okay? Don't be too loud in case we're not alone," he tells you before kissing your cheek.

"Mhm," you nod.

"Good, now start moving your hips," he commands as he reaches his fingers around your waist, slowly guiding you the way he wants. But despite his slow pace to start, he's soon got you bouncing up and down his length like there literally will be no tomorrow.

Your mouth hangs open as you look up toward the tall ceiling. As the sky continues to darken, you find yourself closer and closer to your edge.

Chifuyu reaches one of his hands around your waist and slides down between your legs, rubbing your clit with his long fingers.

You can feel your walls tighten as the familiar knot in your stomach begins to form- growing and growing until your eventually snap. You grip down hard on his thighs beneath, digging your nails into his skin as you rush over the edge.

Once you catch your breath, Chifuyu quickly pushes you off of him and places you back to stand on your feet. He curses to himself as he fixes his pants to look decent.

"Sorry," he grumbles as he watches you fix your clothes. "I just didn't want to..."

"Don't apologize, I'm kind of glad you didn't," you answer as you accept dust yourself off and fix your shirt, making sure Hinata won't notice anything off-looking when you make your way back to her again.

"Good thing we're in a mall. Maybe I can find some condoms," he laughs as he stands up and pushes in his chair. "Come on, let's get back."

"You're such a weirdo, you know that?" you roll your eyes. "I don't know why I just let you do that."

"I'm irresistible," he winks in your direction as the two of you start to walk out of the food court.

"Yeah right," you laugh. "More like you make me so pissed off that I don't know where to put all of my anger."

"You didn't seem all that angry before," he then hums, obviously testing you.

"Oh, I was," you scoff. But when you look at him, you see a dangerous smirk on his lips proving you're about to step right into his trap. "I thought you wanted to get those condoms first."

"They can wait," he grins, grabbing onto your hand. "C'mon. There's a broken elevator we can stop at on our way back."

With a laugh, you allow Chifuyu to drag you down the hallway. You both nearly run through the mall until you get where he had suggested you stop.

Quickly, he peers around the corner before opening the elevator door and pushing you in.

"Time for round two."

Wasteland Masterlist

[narasnooze]

Hey, now... He had been talking to Obito. And there Mirai goes, incredibly likeable as she is and steal the show. Maybe he should teach her not to interrupt...

It was as if he could hear a dark, mocking laughter deep inside his own head, and a voice sounding very much like his own but slightly lower. Oh, that is both hysterically funny and sad at the same time... Jealous of a child? And you thought you couldn't sink lower...

Many different feelings twisted in his stomach, making it incredibly uncomfortable.

No, he was not jealous of a five year old child. His five year old child. He was perfectly glad that the two got along so well. In fact, maybe it wasn't it at all. Perhaps he was just overprotective of her. Yes, that was it. Trusting someone was a damn difficult task, after all. Especially difficult if the person in question had been at war with them only some years ago. There was ten times more things twisting and turning in Shikamaru's head than before, it was all quite a lot, actually, so he was most probably just very confused.

All these warm, buzzing feelings, thoughts and dreams were all just... his mind having a bit of a struggle. Yes.

Shikamaru's eyes were as if glued on the other man's face as he sat there with his beautiful smile talking with Mirai, being an absolute sweetheart. The Nara's heart pounded hard once, having him force away his gaze from Obito and quietly clear his throat.

"Yes, or well... almost! Hinata-chan showed me how to braid them! But I made mine, yours and papa's all by myself." she told him proudly, holding her fist up in the air to present her matching one after having helped Obito tie it to his wrist. "I'm making on a big one for Kibamaru!"

"Akamaru," Shikamaru corrected her gently, as out of pure habit now. Since she had began speaking as a child, she had always had trouble with Kiba's and Akamaru's names for some reason.

"That's what I saaaaaaaid..! Can we go get my dango, now?"

Shikamaru's eyes had somehow, once again, fallen back to Obito's face and gazed dreamily. It took Mirai a second time to ask for her promised sweets before Shikamaru came back to reality. "Huh? Oh, yeah... Then we'll head back home and get you in bed. You're about to pass out, aren't you?"

Her eyes was rolling slightly and her eyelids fell heavily down no matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes open. "Noo, I could stay up until moonrise..."

Shikamaru smiled at that, "Really? Moonrise? That's impressive... Come on," he lifted her up on his hip and pushed some of her curls away from her face. "Say Good night to Obito,"

"Goo'bito..."

Damn.. Way to go Bakato, you frightened him. But the face Shikamaru was making wasn't of someone who was frightened. He was doing that thing! Hiding that precious smile that he wanted to see in all its glory.

Oh to hold that face and tilt up toward himself for a better view. To hold it and… ARGH!!! Having thoughts like these over someone who merely tolerates you, so he thought, was all so frustrating. And he wasn't sure if he would be able to take any more of the teasing from his older gray-haired friends.

Totally not acting like some academy kid with a crush. So he swears.

❝ End of May and keep some distance from them. Got it. ❞ Obito repeats for himself to be sure that he doesn't forget. Although for an event, a gift, like this he wouldn't dare to. And hopefully, he didn't turn up late either.

Turning to his little friend, the Uchiha flashed a wide smile at the sight of the bracelet and the mention of the drawing. ❝ For me? Awe Nooki! You shouldn't have! Made them both yourself? ❞ He knelt down to her height and held out his right arm, exposing his empty wrist. ❝ Can you help put it on for me? ❞