Gangbang between Hanamiya, Seto, and Hara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With a twist though, Hanamiya secretly likes the reader/ s-o/ whatever. Pretttttyyyyyyyyyyyyy pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeeeeeee!!!!???
My thirsty one, yas you may! This took literally forever, but hopefully it came out alright, i really like the ending for this one! :3 this got out of hand because you know i’m here to provide! So please enjoy!
WARNINGS: OMG! GANGBANG! KIRISAKI BOIZ! CUSSING! CUM! NSFW! LOTS OF NSFW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! FLUFF AT THE END?! WHO KNOWS! READ TO FIND OUT!
It was way past hours, everyone should be snuggled in at home, but here you are sitting alone in the guys locker room.
Hanamiya had asked you to stay after, something about wanting to speak with you. Being the team’s manager was never easy, god only knows what you did wrong this time. Last you check everything was in order… “What could i have possibly done now…” Unbeknownst to you, Hanamiya was sliding open the locker room door… Until you heard his sinnister cackle
“What could you have possibly done? Now don’t play dumb with us. You know what you did.”
One minute you were sitting alone in the locker room, the next you were surrounded by Hanamiya and two others.
hi there!! can i have a scenario with hanamiya and hara where their s/o also plays basketball, but is constantly... degraded, by their coach, and they think about giving up the sport, but they're really reluctant since its gotten them through so much? female pronouns if you don't mind. ♡ im having a lot of problems with my coach currently, and i sometimes think he just wants me to quit. it is mentally exhausting ;_;
no matter what anyone says in the end as long as you’re not hurting anyone in the process then only listen to your opinion and do what makes you feel good <3 a coaches job is to literally teach and cheer for their students but some are incapable of that so they try to blame it on the student therefore and excuse my french but, fuck him! if you’re having fun then keep doing it whether you are the best at it or average or even worst!!! you’re enjoying your time and it’s helping you through a lot! so many people wish to find something in their life that could make them feel that way so don’t let it get taken away from you so easily.
now, i hope you enjoy this!
Hara:
It’s really hard for him not to beat up your coach with all his might, but he never breaks a promise he’s made to his loved ones and you were a person that he would never wanna see a day without.
As much as he hates being honest with his feelings, he did love you so much and he didn’t even know he was capable of loving someone this much until he met you.
“_____, I’m the last person to say this since I basically live to emotionally mess with people, but you shouldn’t listen to him. Keep doing what you’re doing if it feels right.” he spoke.
Feeling like he wants to say more comforting words, but not knowing how, he decides it’s best for now to just put his arm around you and pull you closely to his side until his chin was resting on your head.
“You’re so fucking amazing to me in all ways… ways you cannot even imagine. No matter what anyone says, please, don’t forget just how truly great you are.” he continues and then kisses the top of your head.
He also decides to make most of the moment and smell your hair since he always loved the way you smelled.
Whether you’ve realized it yet or not but everything about you have always brought him comfort, even just your smell, your presence… the littlest things there are.
Hara will remind you how great you are despite what you decide to do and support you through it all everyday if that’s what it takes.
Hanamiya:
You’ve stopped inviting him to practice and games because of the looks he would shoot straight at your coach mercilessly.
No one is allowed to degrade you. except for him in bed.
He was waiting for you outside when he noticed how down you looked.
Did it feel as though one knife was put straight through him a thousand times seeing you upset? Yes.
Does he know why and wants to run back in there and beat the living shit out of your coach? Yes.
Will he actually do that? No.
He knows better than to leave your side now. He entangles his fingers with yours until your hands are intimately holding. He cringes at his actions internally, but never stops. He then lifts your hand in his and gives it a peck.
“I am proud of you and I’ll always be cheering you on through it all.” Hanamiya says.
“So don’t hesitate if you need someone to cover up his dead body with.” he smiles with that same evil grin you’ve always known.
You giggle at his last sentence and pull him into a hug, resting your whole body on his and letting yourself sink into his warmth.
Wahaha hows everyone im back again after almost a year (this is a Thing now isnt it)
I didn’t do Lemony Things because you didn’t ask for it, but i couldnt think of what to write so I tossed in a bunch of tropes into my fave bot tatsu’s choosing command and um so this is a teacher au
this is set in hanamiya and co’s second year and everything’s the same except reader is a TEACHER at his school (not that much older, I headcanon them to be arnd 4/5 years older than the guys here?) so if thats not your thing feel free to not read it, take care <3
tldr; teacher!reader x student!hanamiya, gender neutral reader, sfw, ~2k words
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Being the youngest teacher in school, relatively attractive and good at your job assures that most of the student body adores you. Some of them find you irritating, because you take your job seriously and it thwarts their hopes of getting an unfair extension, or handing in a shoddy assignment and getting good grades. Others respect you for it. You’ve had your fair share of teachers who completely disregard students or give them too much of an advantage, and you never want to be like them. You’re there to do your job, and that requires you to be dedicated and sincere. It’s more than just teaching kids, it’s about shaping their lives and you can’t ruin that just by not taking things seriously.
You pay attention to the rules, and you make sure that students do too. It’s a rich school, so the students don’t get into petty things deigned below their status, but sometimes their offences are all the more complicated. You don’t know how to deal with a feud between the heirs of two corporations which manifests itself in the form of a midnight brawl, nor do you know how to deal with people sneaking their boyfriends or girlfriends into the campus when you can’t tell if the rich kid belongs to your school or not. But you try your best, because you’ve become the discipline committee’s advisor, and if the students can handle things, you surely can.
It’s when you notice a certain pattern that you don’t know how to continue your job. The committee is just as disciplined as required from the rest of the students. They are the epitome of perfection, second only to the council that takes care of the business of the entire school. Yet, you’ve noticed something about Hanamiya from the discipline committee, and it’s thrown you for a loop.
Hi! I can ask headcanon about Hanamiya/fem reader/Seto? Please!
poly represent 😔🤜
Hanamiya x Fem!Reader x Seto
to put it simply, a trio of nerds
all three off you are in the top sets of your subjects, hence how you met each other - though hanamiya and seto were buddies first, before you joined the squad via a group project
hanamiya was the first to confess his feelings (though he hates to admit it - his version of the story is that you were saying how much you cared for him, and he jokingly said he cared back. but everyone know’s he’s lying.)
the main reason hanamiya confessed was cause of seto though
for a while, it was hard to tell just what seto felt for you/hanamiya; he had a strange mix of nonchalance, ‘i couldn’t care less about what you’re saying’, and acute intimacy
seto will collapse onto you, rest your head on your chest, or almost nuzzle into your neck, as he tries to fall asleep, and yet, if you question him about it, he doesn’t realise that it could be seen as overly affectionate
(or maybe he does - it’s hard to read that man)
anyway, back to the story
one time, after hanamiya had been starting to struggle with his feelings for the two of you, he walked into the classroom, and was caught by the sight of you and seto (both firmly asleep) cuddling in a way that could not not be seen as romantic
and hanamiya snapped
he woke y’all up there and then, growled at you about you being a shithead, whilst you were still trying to figure out what was going on, and, in the midst of his rage, accidentally spilt how much he cared for you two (and, more importantly, how much he hated that)
hence, seto, groggily, “alright we’ll have an orgy then”
and, with that, seto fell right back asleep, you did too, and hanamiya ended up, reluctantly holding y’all’s hands until his consciousness too began to fade
right, moving on to the relationship dynamic
although it is a △ relationship, a lot of the time, seto’s almost fading in and out of it
he’s not as vocal with his feelings as you are, nor as open with actions that might reflect his feelings as hanamiya is
seto’s more of the quiet lover, not that hanamiya nor you mind - hanamiya’s especially appreciative of it, it can get tiring for him being always surrounded by care
he needs seto’s ‘ruggedness’, for lack of a better word.
whereas seto then appreciates you for how finetuned you are to his emotions, and how you’re able to voice his feelings when he doesn’t want to, or when he can’t
overall, the three of you compliment each other pretty nicely, though it’s definitely the type of relationship where onlookers may not be able to understand just how much y’all care for each other
and, speaking of care for each other, let’s talk about dates
dates are very chill situations
a good percentage of them are study dates or reading dates - appreciating each other’s company, without too much conversation - and, often, these end up with the three of you in a pile, asleep
otherwise, coffee shop dates are quite common, and, occasionally, a date in a fancy ass restaurant
emphasis on the occasionally - seto’s the only one that’s really at home with posh places, though you and hanamiya are growing to get used to them due to, if nothing else, just how relaxed seto is
in general, seto’s an amazing mediator; he radiates this sense of serenity which is always useful in calming you and hanamiya down (especially during arguments between the two of you, or stress before matches and exams)
of course, sometimes that calmness can be irritating too - the worst part of it is trying to have an argument with someone that couldn’t care less
but, 8 times out of 10, it’s thanks to seto that you and hanamiya aren’t breaking up every other week
and, of course, it’s thanks to seto that y’all can sleep so well at night too
that man is the Ultimate Big Spoon
(if anyone else is interested in poly work, here’s a link to a hara x reader x hanamiya)
Yes, I understand. Thank you for your honest answer. You can then ask headcanon about jealousy Kirisaki Daichi? I thought you did something similar on Akashi and Kuroko. Thank you.
YAMAZAKI HIROSHI
He won’t admit it when he’s jealous
But there’s no need to cuz it’s very obvious that he is
He’ll be kinda shy and awkward about it since he doesn’t really know what to do in situations like these
Most of the time, it’s never anything serious and can always be solved with a tight hug and a few words of reassurance
On the small chance that he actually really is jealous…
He’ll try to spend as much time with you as possible
He’ll practically drag you all around the city just to be alone with you
It’s just cuz he’s insecure inside tho
Sometimes he doesn’t feel like he’s the best guy for you
So you just gotta make sure he knows that he’s absolutely perfect uwu
SETO KANTARO
When he’s jealous, everyone would know immediately
He’ll either get really pouty or aggressively affectionate
He doesn’t stay jealous for long tho and it’s never anything really serious
However, if it’s actually serious he’ll get all scary and quiet
He becomes really possessive and is noticeably upset if he sees you with the person He’s jealous of
Like he’ll just walk up to you, put a firm hand on your waist, and drag you away
As you guys walk away, he’d give you a long kiss on the lips to let them know your his and his alone
May or may not turn into a full make-out sesh
“Seto, let’s tone it down a bit, we’re in public”
“Oh are we? I didn’t notice.”
FURUHASHI KOJIRO
Furuhashi isn’t one to easily get jealous
In the rare case that he actually does, he’ll be very quiet about it
You might notice his jealousy in the small, subtle things
Like maybe an arm around your shoulder in public
Or even a tight hold on your hand
Just a little something to let people know you’re his
He’ll basically become more possessive of you
As if he isn’t very possessive already
If he’s actually really jealous, he’ll step up his PDA game a bit
Maybe a hug or two and peck on the cheek
Even if it’s not much it’s out of character for him
You’ll eventually realize what’s going on, even though it might’ve taken a while, and smooth things out accordingly
HANAMIYA MAKOTO
Considering how Hanamiya is like,
Anyone around you wouldn’t even try to get close to you
A friend, and nothing more
Because they always knew, that you’re Hanamiya Makoto’s
Yet when someone who had the courage of a wolverine appeared in his sight
He would tell him off directly with the most fierce eyes
You wouldn’t be informed about it
You would just be surprised about the disappearance of that person who tried to bother you
“Mako-chan, the guy who I was telling you about didn’t bother me anymore.”
“Really? Maybe your face scared him,”
HARA KAZUYA
Hara would definitely be open about jealousy
I mean, he’s yours and you’re his, what’s wrong with being jealous?
He showers you with lots of affection everyday
In public or not, he wants to let everyone know that you are his
And so when someone tried to get in the way of your relationship
He would double the affection he’s giving
He would also confront the suspect
“Stay away from Y/N,”
“Why would I?”
When someone gets into his nerves, he would be okay using his fist for the sake of you and your relationship
MATSUMOTO ITSUKI
Matsumoto denies jealousy in front of you
Though amidst his closed mouth for jealousy and such, he’s quite possessive
Sure, he’s sweet and affectionate
But he could also be aggressive
Especially when someone tries to get ahold of you
When that happens, he would pull out his PDA card
He would claim you so much that is out of character
He’s not okay with fighting someone, he wouldn’t go that far
Because he trusts you a lot
..and wouldn’t want you to know that he’s jealous even if he is
He only went out with you, because he realized how easy it is to manipulate you
And you never seemed to question him and even if you did he make you feel less intelligent.
It’s pretty unchallenging to sway anything you believe in. Just toss in a few quips on how he thinks those ideas are “Fucking awful” and your ideals change in time
Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗
My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON
Murasakibara Atsushi
“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”
Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.
“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.
“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”
As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.
You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.
“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.
“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”
Hanamiya Makoto
Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.
“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.
Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.
“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.
He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.
But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.
Imayoshi Shoichi
“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.
“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”
Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.
As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.
“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...
… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”
Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.
“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”
Kagami Taiga
When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.
“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.
When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?
When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.
Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.
“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”
You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.
“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.
“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”
I'm not sugar-coating Hanamiya and I'm not apologizing♡
Seeing you gag was one of his biggest turn-ons. Even when he wasn't busy shoving your head down to press against him as closely as possible while his cock entered your throat, he always found some way to trigger your reflex. He would be slowing down the pace of his thrusts as you lied beneath him to get a better look at you before he brought his fingers to your lips. "You know what to do." He was transfixed on what was about to happen and it showed in the way his voice softened despite the roughness of his actions. "Gag on them you stupid bitch." Without any less of a warning, he plunges two of the digits inside the moisture your mouth supplied and allowed you to swirl your tongue around them for only a moment before bringing them to the back of your tongue and pressing down.
Anal had piqued his interest since a young age, always having been one for taboo excitements. It wasn't uncommon for him to fuck himself into you fast enough to sting, coating himself in wetness before pulling out. You knew what to expect and so when his fingers drag through the wetness leaking out of you and eventually make their way to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks, you make sure to lift yourself slightly to accommodate him. "Such an eager slut," your boyfriend spits, always keeping his gaze trained on your hole as he circles your not-yet-fucked-out entrance. He doesn't like to stretch you too much, preferring for your body to put up some resistance at his pleasurable intrusion. Your whimpers fill the room whenever he sinks into you, the only lube being the juices you had covered his cock with earlier, and as much as he enjoys your cries he also loves being mean(what a surprise). "Shut the hell up. I can't even come in peace with all that whining." His voice is low and he accentuates his words with a harsh grip on your wrist before tossing your own hand in between your legs as if you were some sort of ragdoll. You understand his wordless orders and begin to touch yourself which only makes your cries turn to gasps and soft laughter fill the room as he beams down at you.
Omarashi. He loved the choked shriek you let out whenever his palm pressed against your bladder. The pain flooding your senses was not lost on him and you swore you saw him smile through your watery vision. He almost looked proud. After a brief moment of pain, his hips never stilling, a feeling of warmth would wash over you and you couldn't hold back your shudder as the tension left your body. Your boyfriend's eyes never left the display, finding sick pleasure in the sight of you pissing yourself on his cock. You tried to be ashamed but the feeling of relief was too strong to allow such thoughts and the rare kisses you were granted against your neck made a soft smile form on your face. "Disgusting," he whispered as he continued the soft press of his lips against you.
He loves when you put up a fight, going beyond brattiness as you thrash against his hold. Despite his sadistic tendencies, he does have you confirm that you want this. He phrases it casually but the part of him that cares for you overweighs his sadistic tendencies at times like these and he truly does hold your words at a high value. Once your consent is made clear he pretends the question was never of any importance, that he would have taken what he wanted no matter what you said and the look in his eyes darkens as he begins to move you to accommodate his needs. He wanted to leave you screaming and coming on his cock, despite the struggle the way he would ram into you making your body act its own accord. He loved the way he was able to unleash whatever pent-up feelings he had grown tired of that day on you and being able to see the smallest bit of fear in your eyes was a welcome sight that he usually tried to avoid in your regular day-to-day relationship.
Marking you up serves to allow him to "claim" you as well as embarrass you whenever you leave your neck exposed or wear a shirt he can hold to the side slightly to draw the gaze of others to the still darkening mark. He's always been able to read the body well, especially when it concerns pain, and so even the slightest hitch of your breath when he holds two fingers to his favorite spot he makes sure to mark regularly, your jugular, has his cock twitching.
Spanking is a must, or really any form of impact play. He prefers to use his hands, feeling more in charge of the pained moans leaving your mouth that way. He could come from hitting your backside alone, though he far more enjoyed the practice of causing you pain as you gave him pleasure. A beautiful exchange, one in which he always remained on top. Hanamiya would often have you thrown over his knee, no actions instigating such a thing, only his pure need to see you shake against him fueling the impromptu scene. Pulling down your bottoms so only your ass was freed from the fabric before bringing his hand down on you had him grinding against you with every slap. Pain truly was an art to the man and he had mastered it.
He stares at your hand confused at first after drinking from his water bottle. He put the water bottle in your hand.
When you don't put the bottle down, he looks around before giving you his phone.
"Is that what you want? I don't have anything to hide from you love."
He furrows his eyebrows when you don't accept his phone either. He thinks for a moment, before putting his entire wallet in your hand.
"You must want something, get whatever you want. There is no budget love. Just be back before practice ends so we can go out to dinner. The pin to the card is your birthday." He leaves and heads back to practice. You can't help but smile and set his wallet down.
He looks at you unamused before slapping your hand.
When you keep your hand out, he looks around before before leaning over your hand. He places a small kiss to the palm of your hand.
You fight back a smile but keep it out before he sighs slightly irritated.
"What the hell do you want stupid?"
He see a smirk on his face and you wonder what's going through his mind.
"I get it now... could have said something. I could have ended practice early." He grabs your hand, and places in front of his shorts on top of his imprint.
He laughs loudly when you retract your hand and hold it to your chest with a blush.
"Idiot..." you mumbled.
He places the basketball in your hand, when you hold your hand out.
You let the ball fall keeping your hand out and he blinked. He looks at his burgers before placing one of them in your hand.
He frown slightly tilting his head, before giving you another burger.
He soon adds his fries and shake to the burgers that are now in front of you.
"(Y/N)? Are you going to be able to eat all of that?"
His face lights up suddenly and digs in his bag before opening a box. He puts a ring on your finger with a blush and a cheeky smile.
"Marry me after High school?"
"TAIGA!" Your eyes widen and looked at the ring and he had a bright smile.
"Taking that as a yes."
He just places a condom and a porn magazine in your hand.
"I knew you wanted to try somethings, let's skip practice now."
He leaves you as you stare at your hand with a blush before chasing after him yelling.
Pairing: Hanamiya Makoto (Yandere) x female! Reader (Sister of Kiyoshi Teppei)
Genre: Smut/Lemon/Erotica/Sexual/Mature/18+
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS STRICTLY ADULT CONTENT.
This story has graphic descriptions of sexual acts and strong language as well as, Yandere and non-con themes, which may not be suitable or comfortable for everyone.
I do not support this kind of activity, therefore would like to suggest it to READ FOR THE PLOT ONLY.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Short Summary: Reader is Kiyoshi Teppei's sister and Makoto Hanamiya, his teammate has an eye for her. In a moment of confusion, you are spiraled into a sinful activity with Hanamiya, who manipulated you in doing so, and is caught by Teppei, leaving him enraged at the fact that you had been taken advantage of.
YOU CAN STILL LEAVE THE STORY HERE, BEYOND THIS WILL BE TREATED AS READING WITH YOUR OWN RISK.
“Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
Hanamiya Makoto’s voice was a low, commanding growl, his fingers digging into your hips' flesh, hard enough to leave bruises. You squeezed your eyes shut. The shutting of your eyes became tighter with each thrust of the solid length of his cock which was buried so deep inside you that you could barely breathe.
“I said look at me,” he snarled, his hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back. A sharp gasp ripped from your throat, your eyes flying open to meet his dark, obsessive gaze. A cruel smirk twisted his lips. “There’s my good girl. Now tell me. Tell me who this perfect little cunt belongs to.”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Your brother, Teppei, had been so clear. Stay away from him. He’s poison. But poison has a way of seeping in, of finding every crack. It started with messages. Innocent at first, then not. He’d found your number, of course he had. Hanamiya found everything he wanted. He just quickly memorized your number when a text message popped in Kiyoshi's phone once during a practice session.
You can’t hide from me. I see you in the library, biting your pen. I see you blushing. You think about me. Don't you?
You never answered. But you never blocked him, either. There was a thrill in it, a terrifying, electric current that ran through you every time your phone lit up with his name. He was a villain, and villains were so much more interesting than heroes.
However, that was a mistake.
Tonight, he’d escalated. You were walking back to the exit after a late-evening study session, the campus quiet. He was just there, leaning against the old oak tree by the path, a shadow detaching itself from it, under the twilight sky.
“Why do you keep ignoring me?”
You went frozen, your books clutched to your chest like a shield. “Hanamiya… good evening. I have to go, my brother is wai—”
You tried to avoid the conversation right there. Sure, it was thrilling to receive messages but replying or indulging in it? You weren't so sure.
“Your brother isn’t here,” he’d said cutting you off, his voice smooth, hypnotic. He stepped closer, but you didn’t run. Couldn't rather. But you should have. “He thinks he can keep you from me. It’s adorable.” His hand came up, not to grab you, but to trace a single finger down your cheek. You shuddered, your skin burning under his touch.
“You’re curious, aren't you?” he murmured smirking, his face so close that you could smell the faint, clean scent of his perfume. “I can see it. You want to know what 'things' are like, don't you? Here, let me show you.”
And like a fool, you let him lead you by the hand to the now empty gym. The door had barely clicked shut before he’d pinned you against it, his mouth crashing down on yours. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a conquest. His tongue forced its way past your lips, claiming your mouth with a raw hunger that left you dizzy. His hands were everywhere, pulling at your clothes, groping your ass under your skirt, squeezing your tits through your school shirt.
“Fuck, you’re even sweeter than I imagined,” he’d growled against your neck, his teeth scraping your pulse point. “You’re gonna scream for me this evening. I’m gonna make you forget every fucking thing but my name.”
He’d drag you on the gym floor and strip you bare with an efficiency that left you exposed and trembling, then shed his own clothes. Your eyes had gone wide at the sight of his cock, hard and thick and jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. It looked intimidating, menacing. Perfect for him.
He hadn’t asked. He’d just shoved you down onto the hard, wooden, gym floor and pushed your legs apart, and buried his face between them. You cried out, your back arching off the floor as his tongue licked a hot, wet stripe through your folds. “So fucking sweet,” he’d mutter, his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. He ate you out like a man starved, sucking your clit, driving his tongue inside you, until you were a writhing, whimpering mess. Your fingers unwantedly tangled in his spiky hair, gripping tightly as you were nearing to your release.
He’d let you come like that, your first real orgasm tearing through your body with violent, shocking intensity. And as you were still pulsing around nothing, gasping for air, he’d positioned himself at your entrance.
“This is mine now,” he said, and with one brutal, unforgiving thrust, he tore through your innocence, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that was pure pain and blinding pleasure all at once.
That’s where both of you were now. Him buried to the hilt inside your aching, stretched cunt. You, impaled and completely at his mercy.
“I’m waiting,” he said now, his voice dropping to a deadly calm. He pulled his hips back, the drag of his cock exquisite torture, before slamming back into you. The wet, filthy sound of bodies meeting filled the room. “Say it.”
“Y-you,” your voice whimpered, the words torn from your soul. “It’s… it’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.” He began to move, setting a punishing, relentless rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs. His grip on your hips was iron, holding you in place for his brutal fucking. The pain was fading, burned away by a rising, coiling heat that threatened to consume you whole.
WARNING! IT GETS EVEN DARKER FROM HERE
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His brutal rhythm never faltered, the slap of his skin against your felt like a lewd drumbeat in the quiet room. His cock was searing you from the inside, claiming territory that had never been touched until this evening. Every deep, punishing thrust made your vision blur at the edges.
“Not enough,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands left your bruised hips. In one fluid, shockingly strong motion, he flipped you onto your side. The sudden movement forced a sharp cry from my lips as his dick twisted deep inside you, the new angle hitting a place that made your toes curl against the hard gym floor.
He draped his heavy body over you, his mouth at your ear. “You feel that?” he whispered, his breath hot. “You feel every fucking inch of my cock stretching that tight little cunt? That’s me. All me. Remember it.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just started fucking you again, harder now, his pace utterly ruthless. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back, arching your spine painfully. The other hand slid beneath you, his calloused fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough, frantic circles that had you gasping, my moans muffled by your own body which was in such an angle. You were losing yourself, the pain and the pleasure blurring into one unbearable, addictive need. He was destroying you, and your body was betraying by loving every second of it.
“Gonna come again for me?” he snarled, punctuating each word with a deep, jarring thrust. “Gonna milk my dick with that perfect virgin cunt? Do it. Come."
His command was all it took. A shattered scream was torn from your throat as your orgasm ripped through your entire body that seized around him, your inner muscles clamping down on his shaft in frantic, helpless waves. He groaned, a low, vicious sound of pure satisfaction, and pushed impossibly deeper, grinding into me as you convulsed.
He held you there for a moment, your body trembling from the force of it. Both of you were panting and then, with a wet, filthy sound, he pulled his slick cock out of you. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold ache where he had been so devastatingly full.
Before you could even process it, his hand was in your hair again, twisting, pulling you up from the floor. You stumbled, legs like useless jelly, and fell to your knees on the floor again in front of him.
He stood over you, his cock glistening under subtle light from outside, slick with your own cum. “Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. His grip on your hair was agony, forcing your head up.
“Suck it,” he ordered, his hips nudging forward, fucking my face. “Clean your fucking mess off my cock. Taste yourself on me.”
Tears welled in your eyes, but you obeyed, parting the lips. He didn’t gently guide himself in. He shoved his dick into the mouth, the thick head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag instantly. His taste was unexpectedly musky and salty, while the tang of your own juices came to you as an embarrassing, intimate flavor on your tongue. Your cheeks heated up and you tried to look away.
You choked and sputtered, tears streaming down the cheeks as you tried to accommodate his size. Your jaw ached. He was relentless, his movements rough and demanding, using your mouth with the same brutal ownership he’d claimed your cunt. You could feel him pulsing against your tongue, hard and demanding.
And then he stopped.
His entire body went still. The brutal rhythm ceased. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth as his grip in your hair tightened to a point of near unbearable pain. You dragged your eyes up, following his gaze.
Teppei.
Fuck.
Your brother.
He stood frozen in the doorway, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. His gym bag hung limply from his shoulder and his fingers flared yet tightened. His eyes were wide, locked on the scene before him: his sister on her knees, Hanamiya’s cock shoved deep in her mouth, her face streaked with tears and saliva.
A long, terrible silence stretched out, broken only by your ragged, choked breathing around Hanamiya’s shaft.
Then, Hanamiya smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. It was a vicious, triumphant, sinister smirk that made your blood run cold. He slowly pulled his wet dick from your lips with a soft pop.
“Well, well,” Hanamiya drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look who decided to join the party.”
He didn’t even push you away. Instead, he kept one hand fisted in your hair, holding you on your knees before him as he turned his attention back to you, completely dismissing your brother’s horrified presence. His other hand stroked his own length, slick from your saliva.
“Seems we have an audience, sweetheart,” he murmured, his dark eyes burning into yours. “Let’s give him a real fucking show.”
He released your hair only to grab your arm, hauling you up and throwing you face-first onto a bench. You landed with a gasp, the air knocked from your lungs. In an instant, he was on you again, his weight pressing you down. He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and without any preamble, he drove back into your soaked, sensitive cunt from behind.
You cried out, a broken sound, as he began to pound into you again, even harder than before. It was a brutal, possessive display, each thrust a declaration. His eyes were locked on Teppei’s horrified face in the doorway.
“See?” Hanamiya grunted, his voice rough with exertion. “See how she takes it? See how her tight little cunt grips my dick? She fucking loves it.”
He spoke yet again:
"I had to win Kiyoshi. Why do you get to be the popular one always? We are the 'Uncrowned Kings,' do you not think, I deserve some attention too? Well I have it now. See? I won one of the most important matches."
That was it. You now understood. He was jealous of your brother and was lustful of you too. It was a plan all along. You had not said 'no,' but you had not said 'yes' either. And he took the advantage of it. The situation, and you.
Your tears flowed freely now, realising the truth. You couldn’t bear to look at your brother. You squeezed your eyes shut, but Hanamiya’s relentless fucking kept jolting your body. You felt his hand snake around your hip, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing hard and fast, determined to wring another response from your traitorous body even through the shame.
“Stop… please…” you whimpered, through this entire nightmare.
A psychological attack. That is what Hanamiya would like this to be named as.
Through your blurred vision, you saw Teppei still standing there, statue-still, his shock beginning to morph into something else. His fists were clenching at his sides, his knuckles white. His protective gaze, usually so warm, was now a storm of confusion and dawning rage. Your eyes met his for a fractured second.
You begged him silently, lips trembling, by mouthing the words: Help me.
His eyes widened when he saw it. He saw the raw terror, the pleading desperation that you couldn’t voice.
That was all it took. The shock shattered.
“Get the fuck off of her!” Teppei’s roar filled the empty gym, a sound of pure, unadulterated fury you had never heard from him before.
Hanamiya had just enough time to let out a derisive laugh before Teppei was on him. He grabbed Hanamiya by the shoulders and yanked him off me with a terrifying strength, sending him stumbling backwards. Hanamiya’s cock, slick and hard, slid out of you with a final, degrading wet sound.
Teppei didn’t hesitate. His fist connected with Hanamiya’s jaw with a sickening crack. Hanamiya staggered, his smirk finally wiped away, replaced by a snarl of pain and surprise.
“You think you can touch her? You think you can fucking look at her?” Teppei roared, throwing another punch, then another, driving Hanamiya back across the room.
"You have a problem with me, deal with me. Why did you fucking touch her? WHY YOU BASTARD?" Teppei roared.
You scrambled off the bench, dragging yourself to the gym floor, pulling your discarded clothing. You tried your best to put them on and cover your shaking, naked body, sobbing in relief and shame. Teppei was a whirlwind of controlled violence, his punches precise and brutal. Hanamiya, caught off guard and now outmatched by your brother’s raw, furious strength, could only try to block the onslaught.
With one final, brutal hook to the stomach that doubled Hanamiya over, Teppei spat on the floor next to him. “You come near my sister again, and I will end you.”
He didn’t wait for a response. He turned his back on the groaning Hanamiya and strode over to you. His expression was still fierce, but his touch was gentle as he wrapped a strong arm around you trembling shoulders, pulling you into his side.
“Let’s go home,” he said, his voice low and tight with an anger that wasn’t directed at you. He guided you quickly toward the door, away from the monster on the floor, shielding your body from view with his own.
As we reached the threshold, you dared a glance back. Hanamiya was pushing himself up on one elbow, clutching his stomach. His eyes met yours through the pain. They weren't defeated. They were promises.
This isn’t over, that look said. You turned around scared.
Teppei pulled you out into the campus courtyard, slamming the door shut on him and his filthy, promised vengeance. The lock clicked. The sound echoed in the silent atmosphere. He held you tighter.
"I...I came back to check up on you when I heard noises from the gym...and I... I...what did he...did he..." Teppei started, his voice cracking.
You hugged your brother tighter. "Let's go home elder brother." You said sadly. "I should have been more resistive. I did not know it would lead here. I was confused..." you trailed off sighing at your own misfortune and tomfoolery.
"NO!" Teppei roared.
You flinched a little.
"Did you say 'no'?" he asked. "No," you replied.
"Did you say 'yes'?" he asked again. And you said, "No."
"Then that is what it counts. You did not say a 'yes'. Consent matters. Remember that. And also get this thing in your head that I will always be with you, I will beat the shit out of him and get a police complaint file against him," Teppei said in an angry yet gentle voice.
You almost cried again, glad to have him as your big brother. Your protector. Your world. This man loves you, his sister, to death. It is all about you and you won't EVER hide anything from him and trust him with all your heart.
A/N
If this is something you have faced then I am sorry you stumbled upon this fic. It is dark and I had already provided a warning at the start. If you have come this far and are reading this note, please do talk to somebody when you find strength. Also my ask box is open, feel free to request something.
Minor kiridai moments from the manga that I wish were animated/voiced…(for the first two and the last one, I’m referring to the left side)
Hara saying “Zaki”
Hanamiya scolding Hara and Yamazaki
A minor moment, but more Hara and Yama lines is always good
Seto asking for a substitution (Look how CUTEEE Seto looks, that “~~~” usage)
“So I just have to push that button?(mole)” MSJFDLSL HARA PLEASE
Also the “Can’t you do something about that thing drooping down” “I can’t” part, its interesting since in the anime Seto did the loose strand of hair himself.
Also, within the anime, we only heard Hanamiya and Seto’s names spoken. And I know its SUPER minor and probably weird to make a big deal out of, but idk, I would have loved to just hear the other names spoken out loud…
and i am 17 mins late fck it but yeah i love this guy really so very fucking much like he may be a sadist & has eyes of a dead fish but it makes him more hotter than he alr is ugh im such a simp for knb🤩
🍥 MULTI | occasionally annoying, permanently beloved
naruto men with a partner who worries they talk too much
ft. madara, itachi, tobirama, kakashi, sasuke
word count: 3,183
content: multi character x reader, gn!reader, established relationships, insecurities about talking too much/being perceived as annoying, honest reassurance, healthy communication and boundary-setting; you love to see it
a/n: for @pink-sunrise-56, thank you for your request!! i hope this is what you were looking for! if i develop stockholm syndrome for tobirama senju after writing your requests, please remember that i fought bravely and lost
🔥 MADARA UCHIHA — annoying him is a marital privilege
Madara may be irritable, but talking itself is rarely the problem. This is a man who will deliver an entire history lecture in the middle of a fight, so he is hardly one to judge you for having six thoughts in quick succession. If the subject interests him, he will happily argue, interrogate and elaborate on it long after a more sociable person would have found an excuse to leave. I said this in my headcanons post for him and I stand by it: arguments and debates can become one of your most intimate forms of communication with him.
He genuinely likes that you say what you think! Again, I've said this before, but Madara has very little use for agreement offered purely for the sake of keeping the peace, and a partner who softens their opinions to avoid displeasing him would frustrate him far more than one who occasionally tests his patience. He wants to know the person beside him, not watch you slowly edit yourself into whoever you think will be easiest for him to love.
Your questions would appeal to both his curiosity and his ego. Ask him about something he knows well and you will receive several generations of context whether you wanted it or not. 😭 If you challenge one of his conclusions, you might just lose the rest of your evening to the resulting debate. He expects you to defend your reasoning, but he is always visibly pleased whenever you introduce an angle or variable he had not considered.
He does have limits, though. Madara has no patience for being interrupted when something requires his full concentration, or for answering a question only for you to ask the same one again immediately because you were not listening to his answer. Reassurance loops can wear him down too; he does not find the underlying insecurity ridiculous, he just does not understand why you asked for his word if you are then going to treat it as meaningless.
What irritates him most is the apology attached to every thought. This is probably stupid. You don't have to answer. Sorry, I'm talking too much. Never mind. Now he has to drag the opinion out of you when you clearly wanted to share it and, worse, it suggests that you believe his decision to keep you close could be overturned by a few inconvenient questions.
When you finally admit that other people have found you exhausting and you are frightened that he secretly feels the same, Madara would look almost offended.
"Do you take me for a man who suffers unwanted company?"
His first attempt at comfort is to declare that the opinions of anyone incapable of appreciating you are irrelevant. This is wonderfully invigorating of him and completely useless when you still have to interact with those people again tomorrow. Madara does not immediately understand that his certainty cannot simply become yours through sheer force of proclamation.
Once you explain that you are not asking for him to dismiss everyone else, only for him to be honest when you genuinely cross one of his boundaries, he will give you a much more useful answer: "There are moments when you test my patience, and there are moments when I test yours. Neither means I would prefer your absence."
That reassurance carries far more weight because Madara is ferociously selective. He does not maintain unwanted relationships out of politeness, and he certainly does not repeatedly seek someone out if he merely tolerates them. His irritation may be loud, but so is his interest! He will remember your opinions, expects you to remember his answers and returns to unfinished arguments with the significance of a military campaign.
One evening, you notice how intently he is reading and swallow the observation poised on your tongue. Madara finishes the report, sets it aside and turns towards you.
"You disagreed with what I said earlier."
You tell him it no longer matters.
"That was not my question." His gaze settles on you, patient in that formidable way that feels more like pressure than softness. "Speak."
Madara may occasionally demand quiet, but he will never allow fear to make silence your permanent condition.
🐦⬛ ITACHI UCHIHA — remembers the sixth thing you said three tangents ago
Itachi is the least likely to be bothered by how much you talk. He is perfectly comfortable listening without needign to compete for space, and your voice soon becomes part of the soundtrack of the domestic life that he never expected to have. He may only contribute occasionally, but his silence is attentive rather than vacant.
More than talking himself, he values how open you are with him. Itachi has spent most of his life surrounded by people with hidden motives, carefully chosen truths and questions nobody dared to ask. There is something sincerely relieving about a partner who simply tells him what they are thinking instead of expecting him to guess.
He is especially fond of the questions and thought that you consider unimportant, such as the exact colour of a bird you saw that morning, whether a tree growing at an angle feels pain, why somebody chose one expression instead of another. Those small curiosities show him how your mind works when it is not busy protecting itself, and listening to them is one of the ways he learns to know you.
His patience is much more likely to end around intrusion than volume. Repeatedly pushing him to discuss something after he has declined, trying to force an emotional confession or treating every boundary as a puzzle you need to solve will make him withdraw. He also has limits when he is exhausted or unwell, although recognising those limits and actually admitting to them are two very different things.
This is where Itachi can initially makes the situation worse. You notice the slight delay before his answers or the tension around his eyes and ask whether he needs quiet. He insists that you can continue, even when he clearly does not have the energy to follow another winding story. Rather than reassuring you, this makes you monitor every tiny reaction and wonder whether he is only enduring the conversation for your sake.
When you confess that you can never tell whether people genuinely want to hear you or are only being polite until they can escape, Itachi does not immediately dismiss the fear. He asks who taught you to expect that and listens to every example you remember, including the ones that seem too small to justify how deeply they stayed with you.
"Some people may find your questions tiring," he admits. "That doesn't mean every person who listens is waiting for you to stop."
When you ask what he thinks, his answer is much simpler: "I like knowing what you think."
Itachi will not pretend you have never irritated him. Every person he has ever loved has tested his patience at some point, just as he has tested theirs. Affection that could only survive effortless moments would not be worth very much. However, he does have to learn that honest boundaries are part of loving you. Eventually, he becomes comfortable touching your hand and saying, "I want to hear the rest, but not tonight." More importantly, he returns to the subject himself the following morning, which lets you know that the conversation was postponed, not discarded, and his need for rest did not become your punishment.
Several days later, you are halfway through preparing dinner when Itachi asks what happened to the injured bird your neighbour found. It takes you a moment to understand—you mentioned it briefly two evenings ago, somewhere between complaining about the weather and wondering whether crows recognise individual faces. You had assumed he stopped following the conversation long before then.
"You remembered that?"
"Of course." A faint smile touches his mouth. "You told me."
To Itachi, being trusted with the contents of your mind is not simple background noise, it is intimacy.
🌊 TOBIRAMA SENJU — director of spousal noise compliance
Tobirama does not hate questions; this is the man who devoted his life to understanding how techniques, institutions and people work, so curiosity itself is hardly going to offend him. What irritates him is mental clutter, for instance badly timed interruptions, questions asked without listening to the answer and speculative tangents arriving while he is already managing several more urgent problems.
A precise question, though, can keep him occupied for hours. He likes following the reasoning that led you there, especially if you expose an assumption he had not realised he was making. He may correct your terminology and challenge every weak point in your argument before answering, but that is engagement from him, not dismissal. If he genuinely considers a question worthless, you will know from how quickly the conversation ends.
He is another that appreciates that you usually say what you are thinking. Tobirama has very little patience for emotional tests disguised as silence, and he would much rather hear an imperfectly expressed concern than be punished for failing to infer it. Your running commentary may not charm him quite as much as it does Itachi or Kakashi, but the honesty behind it earns his respect.
Like Madara, his patience ends most sharply when talking interferes with his concentration. If he is calculating something dangerous, reviewing sensitive information or writing an order other people will depend upon, you will receive a firm, “Not now.” He does not intend to be cruel, but his tone can still make it sound as though your voice has become a problem requiring immediate removal.
When you admit that you worry you irritate everyone around you, Tobirama's first instinct is to investigate the claim. Who told you that? What exactly did they say? Does everyone actually mean everyone, or have three negative reactions somehow become a universal law? Were they annoyed by the question, the timing, the repetition or something completely unrelated?
Unfortunately, this sounds a lot like a formal inquiry when what you wanted was comfort from your partner. 💀 He only realises his mistake when you go quiet and admit that you did not come prepared with evidence, you only wanted to know whether he secretly wishes you would speak less.
“You do interrupt me occasionally,” he says. “That is a behaviour which can be corrected when necessary. It is not an indictment of your character.”
Tobirama will not promise that nobody finds you irritating, because he cannot possibly know that and suspects it would be untrue. What he can offer is something much more useful: predictability.
“If I require quiet, I will tell you. Do not invent my answer and then punish yourself for it.”
It is clinical enough to be unmistakably Tobirama, but the reassurance beneath it is solid. You no longer have to examine every crease between his brows and wonder whether it means he regrets loving you. If there is a problem, he will tell you; if he has said nothing, you are expected to trust that there is nothing to solve.
The two of you eventually develop a system. If he raises two fingers while working, it means he has heard you but cannot safely divide his attention. It does not mean go away, and it does not mean the conversation no longer matters. In return, he agrees to find you once he is free instead of expecting you to preserve an interrupted thought indefinitely.
One afternoon, you appear in the doorway of his study with three questions already competing to escape. Tobirama raises two fingers without looking up and you nod and leave him to finish.
Nearly an hour later, he finds you elsewhere in the house, sits beside you and places the document he was carrying on the table.
"You had questions."
"They weren't important."
"That was not the agreement."
He sets his work completely aside and gives you his full attention. Tobirama cannot offer unlimited access to his concentration, but he can offer the certainty that a boundary will never become abandonment.
📖 KAKASHI HATAKE — that filthy book is not soundproof
Kakashi has spent enough time around Gai and Naruto to know that somebody can be profoundly irritating and profoundly beloved at the same time. Your fear therefore makes perfect sense to him, even if he initially underestimates how much it genuinely hurts you.
Similarly to Itachi, most days, your talking becomes pleasant background noise. Kakashi reads while you move through six barely related subjects, occasionally contributing a hum, a vague question or an answer so suspiciously unhelpful that you know he is entertaining himself. He looks completely absorbed in his book and then casually mentions something you said twenty minutes ago and ruins the performance.
He genuinely enjoys your strangest observations because they allow him to remain connected to you without demanding his full attention, and your habit of explaining what you are thinking means he does not have to guess whether a silence signals comfort, anger or distress. He appreciates a direct question far more than an elaborate attempt to trick honesty out of him.
Kakashi is adaptable, but he is not inexhaustible. After a difficult mission, there are evenings when he has enough energy to listen but not enough to respond properly. He also becomes less patient if you repeatedly ask whether he is annoyed, and questions aimed at parts of his past he has deliberately closed will meet humour first, then deflection and eventually a much firmer boundary.
When you first admit that you worry you talk too much, his instinct is to joke that he has developed an exceptional ability to pretend he is listening. He expects the usual offended noise from you, not for you to freeze. The book closes immediately.
Once Kakashi understands that this is a genuine insecurity, he does not bury you beneath reassurance. He gives you the truth plainly enough that you cannot mistake it for politeness.
"You do talk a lot. I like that you talk to me."
Sometimes he needs quiet and sometimes you catch him at a bad moment. Occasionally you irritate him, just as he occasionally irritates you enough to consider hiding every copy of Icha Icha in the village. None of that means he wants a quieter, easier or less curious version of you.
Kakashi's greatest strength is making the distinction between a temporary boundary and a personal rejection feel completely ordinary. If he only has the energy to listen, he tells you. If he needs complete quiet, he asks for it without withdrawing affection, usually by remaining beside you so the silence feels companionable rather than corrective.
He also becomes more careful with his teasing. He will still joke about the number of questions you can produce before breakfast, but never when you are already shrinking beneath the fear of being excessive. If somebody else responds cruelly to your curiosity, he waits until you are alone, asks what you thought of the interaction and helps you decide whether their irritation contained useful feedback or was simply unkind.
One evening, you are explaining something while Kakashi reads beside you. His replies have become increasingly infrequent, and halfway through a sentence, embarrassment catches up with you.
"Never mind. It isn't important."
The top of his book lowers. "You were saying?"
You glance suspiciously at the page. "I thought you were reading."
"I’m very talented."
The book rises again, but his free hand finds yours between the couch cushions. Kakashi may sometimes need quiet, but that does not mean he loves the sound of you any less.
⚡ SASUKE UCHIHA — annoyed, attached, refusing to elaborate
For Sasuke to choose a life with someone at all, they already have to be an exception to nearly every single rule he has about solitude, but that does not make him endlessly patient. Of the five, he is the most genuinely affected by sheer conversational volume, and the most likely to show it through a sigh, a sharp glance or an unmistakable tch.
Sasuke will tell you when you have already asked the same question. If he is tired, you will receive a blunt, "Not now," and anything approaching a subject he does not want to discuss may earn a suspicious, "Why do you need to know?" Sometimes his tone is harsher than the situation deserves, so your fear that you occasionally irritate him is therefore not entirely imaginary, and Sasuke would do neither of you any favours by pretending otherwise.
What he values is directness. He would rather hear an opinion he dislikes than watch you smile while quietly building resentment, and he respects questions asked sincerely. Practical questions are easiest, which he might answer by showing you instead of explaining, but even your stranger, more abstract curiosities gradually become familiar to him.
Sasuke does not enjoy chatter as a general concept, he just becomes attached to yours. Your voice tells him where you are in the house, what happened while he was away and exactly what you are feeling without forcing him to drag it out of you one reluctant sentence at a time. What would exhaust him coming from a stranger becomes part of the private life he repeatedly comes home to.
His patience tends to end around repetition, prying and reassurance loops. If he has answered honestly and you ask again because anxiety made the first answer feel unreliable, frustration quickly enters his voice. You hear the frustration, assume it confirms your fear and ask another question to repair the damage. It is an excellent system for making both of you miserable.
When you finally admit that you suspect he only tolerates your talking because he does not know how to ask you to stop, Sasuke frowns and says, "I never said I wanted you to stop." Which, to him, is a complete answer. To you, it means you have not yet become unbearable enough for him to say it aloud. Trying to explain the difference only irritates him further, which is not especially helpful. Eventually, Sasuke gives you the truth with all the softness of a weapon being dropped onto a table.
"Sometimes you annoy me." Your face falls before he adds, "So does everyone, but I still want you here."
Sasuke cannot promise to enjoy every question or never need quiet. What he can do is separate irritation from rejection so you do not have to remain endlessly pleasant to keep your place beside him, and an impatient response does not mean his affection has suddenly disappeared.
Coming from Sasuke, the choice of that itself carries enormous weight. This man does not maintain intimacy out of politeness. Every time he returns, sits beside you and allows your thoughts into the silence he once protected from everyone, he is demonstrating his desire for your company more clearly than any elaborate reassurance could.
Some time later, Sasuke arrives home exhausted from a long journey, and you decide to spare him the usual account of your day. The two of you eat in silence, you continue tidying in silence, and, eventually, his attention begins following you across the room.
"What?"
You look over. "Nothing."
His brow tightens. "You were talking before."
"I thought you wanted quiet."
"I didn't say that."
You wait, but no further explanation comes. This is Sasuke, after all. Though, just as you turn away, he adds, "Finish the story."
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