#Naito Fanfic

[strawhaat]

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[indzae-mayumi]

In Pain By Tsubaki

(Miyagi x Ayako fanfic. "Slam Dunk" is by Inoue Takehiko.)

A strong negative feeling suddenly aroused from Miyagi's soul. He did not like what he saw.

His dear Aya-chan was talking to Shohoku's ace, Rukawa Kaede. It was just a platonic interaction. After all, Ayako was the manager of the basketball club, and she was Rukawa's sempai in Tomigaoka as well.

Miyagi was not supposed to feel this way. He was already in love with Ayako secretly, and he had seen many encounters between the two without incidents on his part. But that recent incident between the two made Miyagi so uncomfortable that he realized that Rukawa had the upper hand when it came to looks. Rukawa was tall and fair-skinned. Miyagi was proud of his tanned skin, but not with his height, as he was short by basketball standards. It was his complex. He did not like to lose to the kitsune. It did not help that many girls, including Akagi's imouto Haruko, flocked towards Rukawa, while Miyagi got dumped by ten girls.

But one day, on the day before the game with Miuradai, Miyagi suddenly experienced something he thought was not real.

He began coughing bright pink petals, particularly from a tsubaki. He was not one for flowers, and he realized it probably must have been Ayako's favorite flower.

Heck, he did not know if Ayako liked flowers at all.

The first person who saw him coughing up petals inside the gym one evening was Mitsui, who was as startled as he was.

"Ho...hoy, Miyagi. Are... are you dying or something?" was Mitsui's alarmed query. He, too, knew, what those meant.

Miyagi cupped his mouth again and coughed up more petals, though lesser than the first batch. After that coughing fit, he turned to his other best friend and asked, worry in his eyes.

"They say there is a remedy for this?"

"Yes, they said it's antibiotic or something. Or painkillers, the heck I know," Mitsui said, startled already. "But there is a surgery for that."

"I don't wanna get a surgery," Miyagi said. "I... I might lose my feelings for Aya-chan."

Mitsui's look grew pensive. "So, your defensiveness when I tried to destroy the basketball team weeks before was true. You really love Ayako."

Miyagi only nodded before coughing. Mitsui learned that the petals were those of a tsubaki flower, so he thought he should make Ayako confess what flowers she liked.

****

During the game against Miuradai, Miyagi did not look at Ayako, though he looked at Rukawa with contempt. Rukawa, the stoic and indifferent man that he was, did not give a damn. Miyagi did his best to contain the irritating itchiness of his throat, and good thing that Sakuragi did not pester him. Instead, the redhead was busy bragging about how he, the tensai, would lead Shohoku to victory for this particular game.

Unfortunately for Sakuragi, the spotlight was on him because not only did he foul out, he also accidentally dunked the ball on power forward Naito's head. Miyagi thought it was unfortunate for Sakuragi, but he was a bit thankful that his chest and his throat was not acting up... not until Ayako spoke to Mitsui.

Miyagi did not feel a bit of ounce of jealous on Mitsui, but the look of Ayako's fair face had him hopelessly falling in love again. But his chest tightened, and he ran away from the basketball court, making Mitsui chase after him.

Mitsui saw Miyagi coughing furiously inside the restroom of the gym, and this time, the petals of the tsubaki had turned dark pink. The shooting guard stood at the doorway before getting inside to console his teammate.

"Ayako likes tsubaki, especially dark ones. Like the ones you are coughing now," Mitsui confessed.

As Miyagi continued coughing, Mitsui said that Ayako was wondering why Mitsui asked her about flowers all of a sudden, but he did not tell Miyagi's secret.

"We can't afford to lose you, Miyagi. You are important to the team," Mitsui said. "Confessing is difficult. But you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Thanks man," Miyagi said after his cough subsided. He turned on the tap and let the water flush out the petals to the drain.

"Do you want me to bring you to the hospital?" Mitsui offered. "We could probably ask for medicine for that."

Miyagi only nodded.

****

Ayako wondered why Miyagi and Mitsui seemed to be hanging out together often, but what worried her was how Miyagi seemed so haggard, tired, and sickly. She often saw him running towards somewhere while coughing. She wanted to confront him, thinking he should be treated for some kind of a contagious disease.

One afternoon before practice, like she would usually do without shame, Ayako barged inside the Shohoku basketball team locker room.

"H...hey! Stop doing that, Ayako!" Kogure admonished her in embarrassment as he held his shirt up his chest.

"You don't have abs, Kogure-sempai, so don't worry about me drooling over you," Ayako said nonchalantly.

"Nani???" Kogure asked, embarrased again.

"Don't just barge in without knocking," Akagi said in embarrassment too.

But Ayako just strutted inside and opened Miyagi's locker. While searching for something in his bag, she asked Akagi and Kogure if they noticed something different about Miyagi.

"He's coughing up flowers," Kogure revealed.

Ayako stopped with her search, stunned at the revelation. But she continued searching for something in Miyagi's bag until she saw a glass bottle of a medicine that was familiar to her. (After all, Ayako was interested in anything biology-related, as was needed in her work as manager to help her team with injuries).

The medicine had Ayako stunned. She also happened to see some dark pink tsubaki petals inside Miyagi's bag.

"Does... Ryota have Hanahaki disease?" she asked them, all the while looking at the medicine bottle in her hand.

The captain and the vice captain noted the quiver in the manager's voice.

"If he's coughing up flowers, then he probably has that," Akagi replied seriously. "Everyone in the team knows he likes you a lot."

"Where's Ryota?" Ayako asked them, her orbs about to be clouded with tears.

"He and Sakuragi are already in the gym, probably cleaning," Kogure replied.

Ayako slammed close Miyagi's locker before she dashed out of the men's locker room. Mitsui's question to her about flowers started to make sense.

****

Ayako dashed towards the school gym and saw the first years, Miyagi, and Mitsui dutifully cleaning the gym before practices. Ayako strutted towards Miyagi, and, holding him by the wrist, dragged him away from the rest.

"I want to have a word with you," Ayako told him without looking at him, voice shaking in concern.

The rest of the people in the gym except for Sakuragi were not able to say anything. Miyagi did not protest, but was worried because of Ayako's behavior.

Finally, they went to the men's locker room just as Akagi and Kogure exited the room. She looked at the sempais, who looked at the two of them knowingly. Miyagi saw the look of the sempais' eyes and realized that Akagi, Kogure, and Ayako might have known something which he thought only he and Mitsui knew.

Damn, he was busted. Finally, inside the locker room, he protested.

"Let me go, Aya-chan," he said as he massaged his wrist. He inspected it, and it had grown red.

"Look at me, Ryota," Ayako demanded. When Miyagi did, she blurted out, "Do you have Hanahaki disease?"

Miyagi was forced to admit that he did.

"I finally understand Mitsui-sempai's question to me," she said in a half-whisper. "Do you love me, Ryota?"

Miyagi did not want to admit, and he coughed up flowers in front of her. He knelt down on the floor as his lungs expelled all those flowers, and he inhaled painfully before coughing up more. Soon, he felt a pair of arms wrapped around him.

"Don't you die, Miyagi Ryota," Ayako begged. "Please don't leave me."

Miyagi soon felt his airways getting better, his breathing easier. He felt Ayako's head on his shoulder, and tears on his shirt.

"You are my best friend. You should have told me," Ayako wept. "Please don't leave me, Ryota. I need you. I love you."

Miyagi wrapped his arms around her and consoled her, "I love you too, Aya-chan. I'm sorry for making you worry. I did not want to let you know because I thought you were in love with Rukawa."

Ayako pushed him gently and looked into his eyes. "Rukawa? Heck no! He will only be a kohai to me."

Miyagi was not able to react because Ayako cupped his cheeks before pressing her lips tenderly on his. Soon, the two of them were kissing inside the locker room.

Unknown to them, the rest of the basketball team peaked. There were smiles on Akagi's, Kogure's, and Mitsui's faces. Kakuta restrained Sakuragi, and Shiozaki and Yasuda covered his face and his mouth to avoid him from screaming in delight. The rest of the first years (excluding Rukawa, who only sported a nonchalant face) were grinning from ear to ear.

"Let's go," Akagi told the team in whispers.

As they walked back to the gym to leave Ayako and Miyagi alone in the locker room, thoughtful Kuwata remarked.

"I never thought that kind of sickness existed."

"I think it's sad," Sasaoka remarked.

And Ishii replied, "Heck, I bet a lot of people had died just with that disease alone."

But they stopped on their tracks when Rukawa turned to look at them pensively. Though the four of them were in the same year, and Ishii and Rukawa were classmates, they still were afraid of him because Shohoku's ace was unapproachable. But then, the ace turned towards the front and walked away with the rest of the basketball team.

****

As usual, Rukawa was the one left alone inside the gym to practice. By the time he finished, he went straight to the locker room to shower and change. But when he went back to the gym to exit and turn off the lights, his face turned white than it already was. And he wanted to collapse on the spot.

On the floor of the school gym was a bunch of maple flowers.

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[aftanith]

Vampire Knight E1-3, "Night of Vampires/Vanpaia no Naito/ヴァンパイアの夜" & "Memories of Blood/Chi no Memorī/血の記憶" & "The Fang of Repentance/Zange no Fangu/懺悔の牙"

Today I'm covering the first three episodes of Vampire Knight season one, and I'm really looking forward to this one. Watching this show is like being blasted back into middle school and the height of the Twilight craze and the golden age of Harry Potter fanfic, and I am simply beside myself with conflicted nostalgia for what were pretty undeniably the worst years of my life. And I can already tell that this story is going to be one big ol' problematic clusterf*ck... especially because I'm 99% sure I know a spoiler about Kaname.

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[nahmooste]

i’m writing the next part to my naito / reader fic and i,,,, i’m tempted to throw a curve ball and make it a naito / reader / okada fic? do i do it? or do i just leave it as a naito fic?????? like???? help, someone

[seerasworld]

The entire fandom praising the LOTW finale

Takao romancers:

[natsume0v0]

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

a collection of all my work for tougen anki!

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Facade- Chapter 7

Pairing: OC x Tetsuya Naito; OC x Minoru Suzuki

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Smut and Language

Previous Chapters: (Masterlist)

“Where is he?” Layla snapped, ignoring Despy’s attempts to block her from the locker room. She unceremoniously shoved past the masked man, sneering when she realized Suzuki was not amongst his faction mates.

“You showed up just in time,” Taichi remarked, fingers gripping the waistband of his towel. 

“You’re disgusting,” Layla said, deciding she would have to force on of the members of Suzuki-Gun to reveal Minoru’s whereabouts. Layla easily located Taka who sat away from the rest of the boys. You see, Taka was always privy to Suzuki’s plans. “Where is he?”

“Why?” Taka asked in return, finding his phone screen far more pleasing to look at.

“He asked for me to valet his match tonight,” Layla said. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”

“He’s the boss,” Taka shrugged, offering Layla no sympathy. “You used to do it all the time for us, why is it a big deal?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Layla snapped, frustration boiling over because she was slowly catching on to Suzuki’s plot. It was clear that the older man was trying to relive the past, forcing Layla to do the same shit she once willingly complied.

“Oi,” Zack called out, far more embarrassed to be caught fresh out of the shower than Taichi had been. “What are you doing back here?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Taka replied, still ignoring Layla’s presence. 

“Listen,” Layla sneered. “Tell him that there’s no way in hell I’m escorting him to the ring tonight.”

“Well, you don’t really have much of a choice do you?” Taka suddenly leered, abandoning his phone in favor of fixing Layla with a fierce glare. “You agreed to do whatever he asked. I’d hate to see what might happen if you disobeyed.”

Layla resisted the urge to reach out and strangle Taka, especially given the arrogant smile he wore on his weathered face. “He’s an asshole for doing this.”

“Are you really surprised?” Taka asked.

Layla didn’t respond, but she was far too pissed to give Taka the satisfaction of the fight he wanted. Instead, Layla thought of Naito and took a deep breath. “I’ll valet for him tonight, but you can tell him he’s not winning this game.”

Taka’s laughter was haunting but not nearly as worrisome as his parting words. “When has Suzuki ever lost?”

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“You looked pretty out there, princess,” Suzuki complimented Layla the moment they were out of the audience’s view, safely behind the curtain.

“It wasn’t for you,” Layla said quietly, still reeling from the strange encounter. Suzuki had suspiciously ordered Layla to wait in his corner while he proceeded to beat the shit out of some cruiserweight who probably had no idea what he was getting himself into. But that wasn’t the point. The real mystery was Suzuki’s seemingly normal request for Layla not to interfere. 

Because Layla used to always interfere in Suzuki’s matches to help him win. However, tonight Suzuki had been perfectly fine with Layla acting as nothing more than a piece of eye-candy, wearing skin-tight wrestling shorts and a low-cut tank top that left little to the imagination. And Suzuki fought the match fairly, needing no outside assistance in securing the victory.

“It was nice just knowing you were there,” Suzuki grinned, eyes wandering over Layla’s body. “Taichi picked out the gear.”

“I bet he did,” Layla retorted, cautiously remaining mindful of Suzuki’s neverending tendency for schemes. 

“You’re coming out with us tonight.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” 

“The deal is whatever I say,” Suzuki growled, gripping onto Layla’s forearm with dominant force. “Unless you want Naito to get an unwanted phone call.”

“Fine,” Layla huffed, pulling her arm free from Suzuki’s grasp. “Where are we going?”

“The boys could use a distraction,” Suzuki mused, completely ignoring her question. “And you could afford to relax too, princess.”

“I’m not drinking.”

“I never said you were,” Suzuki quipped, eyes widening as he nodded towards the locker room. “Change into something more appropriate.”

And because Layla was feeling atrociously reckless these days, she found herself walking into a sleazy bar with Suzuki and the rest of his faction mates wearing a tight black dress that she even hesitated to wear around Naito. Unsurprisingly, Taichi was greatly pleased, irritating Layla to no end when he commented that she was starting to look like herself again. But that was the last thing Layla wanted to hear.

Which could possibly be part of the reason why Layla allowed Taichi and El Desperado to drag her around between poker tables, betting an endless amount of money and drinking as much alcohol as the waiters could bring them. Layla wasn’t quite sure where Suzuki had wandered, but she found she didn’t really care. Instead, she threw caution to the wind, a rather dangerous decision, while she laughed with two of the worst men she had ever met in her life.

Yes, perhaps Layla was losing the game after all.

Taichi frowned as he listened to Suzuki on the other end of the phone. Layla leaned into his arm, eyes glassy with the influence of alcohol, while she watched Despy throw down another twenty, shoving the cash towards the Dealer. “Come on, Layla,” Taichi grumbled once the call had ended. 

Despy cursed when he lost his hand, downing the remainder of his beer. “What did he say?”

“We have to take her to the back,” Taichi said, grabbing Layla’s arm. 

“Why?” Layla pouted. “I’m having fun!”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Taichi grinned. “The boss wants to see you.”

“Well, I don’t want to see him,” Layla insisted, even as Taichi refused to relinquish his grip, leading Layla through the crowd of patrons with Desperado following behind.

Eventually, Taichi paused next to a large booth, pushing Layla forward so that she was standing in front of Suzuki. The main in question took one look at her before growling in Taichi’s direction. “What did she drink?”

Taichi shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know.”

Suzuki jerked Layla closer, glaring at Taichi and Desperado. “You were supposed to watch her.”

“We did, boss,” Taichi said, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “She wanted to drink.”

“And that’s not being very responsible is it?” Suzuki spat in their direction. “Go find someone else to play with.”

Taichi frowned but relented when Despy roughly nudged him in the side, nodding in the direction of the bar. Taichi followed his faction mate while Suzuki invited Layla to join him at his table. Layla rolled her eyes, but her pounding head eventually proved to be enough influence for her to give in to Suzuki’s wishes.

“Those little assholes just let you drink whatever the fuck you wanted, didn’t they?” Suzuki asked, grinning as Layla’s body fell over him. “You seem to forget that you’re a lousy drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” Layla grumbled.

Suzuki chuckled. “Sobered up already, princess?”

“I do have a massive headache though,” she said, leaning her head back against the booth.

Layla didn’t protest when Suzuki grabbed her by the waist and drug her onto his lap. “Do you still hate me, Layla?”

“More than you will ever know,” she retorted.

“I guess you are sober then,” Suzuki said, hands playing with the low hem of her dress. “I like that fire though, it makes me hard.”

Suzuki gripped her hips tighter, grinding her down and letting her feel just how hard he was. “Fucking pervert,” Layla snarled at him, yelping when one of Suzuki’s hands tangled in her hair and pulled roughly.  

“Don’t flatter me, princess, you know how much that dirty mouth of yours turns me on.”

“Even more of a reason to hate you,” Layla remarked, glaring into his brown eyes.

Suzuki smirked knowingly. “You didn’t always hate me, Layla. Remember when you got drunk the night after I won the GHC Heavyweight Championship?”

Layla did remember, with way too much clarity considering how wasted she had been:

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GHC Championship

Suzuki was sitting at a table with some other wrestlers, slowly nursing a whiskey. They were talking about the promotion and how much they enjoyed the tournament currently taking place. Suzuki was growing bored though, and his eyes swept over the dance floor, searching for a familiar blonde. His eyes landed on Layla who was dancing with Taichi and Taka. He knew his boys wanted nothing more than to get their hands on Layla, and he usually had no problem sharing his girls with them. However, something about Layla prevented him from giving them the permission they desperately wanted, and it was only their loyalty to him that kept them from trying to bed her.  

As if Layla knew he was thinking about her, those lovely blue eyes met his from across the room. She looked absolutely irresistible, and Suzuki was quick to crook a finger and beckon the young woman to him. Layla responded immediately, parting from Taichi and Taka and taking measured steps towards Suzuki. When she was finally close enough, Suzuki pulled her down onto his lap, moaning when she eagerly ground her hips down on his. Ignoring the other men, Suzuki wrapped one of his hands in Layla’s hair and brought her face close to his. “Just how drunk are you, princess?”

“Why does it matter?” she murmured back, leaning in to trail her tongue seductively across Suzuki’s jawline.  

“I’d hate to take advantage of you,” Suzuki teased, his other hand spreading across her ass.  

Layla pouted. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re pretty wasted,” Suzuki remarked, closing his eyes in pleasure when Layla started to move her hips again. “You’re always horny when you’re drunk.”

“Why do you give a fuck?” Layla asked. “Don’t you like it better when I lose control?”

Suzuki growled. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Layla was more than happy to acquiesce, grabbing Suzuki’s hand and pulling him along behind her into a secluded booth near the back of the club, out of sight from the other patrons. Suzuki slid into the booth first, pleased to watch Layla crawl over him, straddling his lap. Layla moaned, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her breast. “Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

Suzuki squeezed the flesh, earning a groan from his wonderfully responsive girlfriend. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Princess.”

Layla laughed, a delightful sound that sent even more blood rushing to his already hard dick. “I’m asking you to fuck me into oblivion. I think I know exactly what I want.”

Suzuki leaned in close again, demanding a kiss from Layla who welcomed it with an eager tongue, slipping into Suzuki’s mouth. “That damn tongue,” Suzuki moaned, pulling away. “Suck my cock and we’ll see what kind of fucking you’ll get.” Layla was more than happy to oblige, pulling open the button on Suzuki’s jeans and reaching in to pull his hard dick from the uncomfortable confines of his underwear.  he licked a circle around the tip before opening her lips and swallowing as much of his length as she could. “Shit!” he cursed, rolling his hips and feeding more of his cock to her. Suzuki had never experienced anything better than a blowjob from Layla. “Don’t make me cum,” he warned her, seeing the teasing glint in her eyes. “I want to cum inside your pussy.”

Layla hummed around him and the vibrations sent him even closer to the edge. Suzuki grunted, wrapping his fingers in Layla’s hair and rolling his hips against her eager mouth. She responded in kind, taking him in to the root, her nose brushing against his pubic hair. Suddenly, Minoru shoved Layla back, feeling himself about to explode down her throat. “Good enough?” Layla shot at him, and he took a brief moment to appreciate the sight of her beautiful, swollen lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

“You never fail to disappoint,” Suzuki spoke fondly, pulling Layla down into another long, lavishing kiss. He chuckled as he watched her pull her dress up over her waist, exposing her tiny red thong. “I really like this one,” he complimented, fingers playing with the thin straps at her hips.  

“Yeah?” Layla purred. “I thought you might.”

“Ride me,” he suddenly commanded her, pleased when Layla reached for his cock to line it up with her entrance. Moving her panties to the side, Layla sunk down onto Suzuki’s length, moaning as she tossed her head back. “Pull that dress down and show me your pretty tits too, princess,” Suzuki bit out, thrusting up roughly into Layla. She did as she was told, pushing the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and shimmying the lace material down to her stomach, exposing her lovely breasts to his eyes. His hands went up to grope at the flesh, fingers twisting at her nipples.

“Fuck,” Layla cried out, doubling down on her efforts as she rode down on him harder and faster, fucking him like her life depended on it.

Suzuki matched her thrusts, sitting up enough to suck at her breasts, kissing and nipping at the flesh. “Oh hell, Layla,” he grunted, reaching down to circle his thumb over her clit. “Cum for me, baby. I love watching your face when you do, it’s so fucking sexy.”

“Soon,” she whispered, eyes closed together in pleasure.

After several more thrusts, Layla wrapped her arms around Suzuki’s neck, burying her face against his shoulder to muffle her cries when she came. “Look at me,” Suzuki growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. Just the sight of her was enough to finish him off, and he came with a grunt, spilling his seed inside of her.  

Suzuki let out a deep breath, falling back against the booth. Layla tossed her hair behind her, hands running along Suzuki’s chest as she lavished kisses over the exposed skin of his chest. Suzuki ran his hands down her naked back, indulging in the sensation of her flawless skin. “Round two?” Layla whispered to him, and Suzuki smirked.

“You’re insatiable,” he told her, pulling her down into a rough kiss. “Fix yourself before someone notices.”

Layla did as she was told, pulling the straps of her dress back onto her shoulders and tugging her dress down her thighs. “Nobody is looking over here at us anyway.”

“What if one of the boys had come looking for me?” Suzuki asked, holding Layla firmly against him.

“So?” Layla returned, laughing at the disdainful expression on his face. “Would you be jealous if they saw me like that?”

“I don’t get jealous,” he muttered darkly.

“Not even with Taichi?” she asked, a sinful look in her eyes.  

“What about Taichi?” he asked, watching as Layla grabbed her phone off the tabletop. He hadn’t even noticed that she had brought it with her. Layla pulled up her messages, clicking on Taichi’s contact and scrolling down. With a mischievous smirk, she handed Suzuki her phone, watching with delight as his expression darkened. Taichi was lucky that he was such a loyal soldier, or Suzuki would have sought him out immediately and kicked his ass for texting such vulgar things to his girlfriend.  

“Ignore him,” Suzuki told her gruffly. “Have you sobered up yet?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, leaning in to suck at the skin between his neck and shoulder, a spot that always elicited the best responses from him. Suzuki moaned and Layla smirked triumphantly. “You don’t have to worry about Taichi. I would never fuck him.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Suzuki asked mockingly, hating the triumphant look in her eyes.

“Maybe I like your reaction,” Layla teased, leaning in close. “I like the way you fuck me afterward.”

“Be careful what you ask for, princess,” Suzuki warned the intoxicated object of his affections. 

“I know exactly what I want.”

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Present

Layla was abruptly pulled from her recollections when Suzuki’s lips brushed across the sensitive surface of her collarbone. “Do you still know what you want, princess?” 

Layla moaned, reluctantly allowing Suzuki’s touches. Because, if she was being truthful with herself, Layla really wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore.

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[f00t-fic]

Today in "fic ideas I'm sending into the NJPW fandom hivemind because of a @fansplaining episode"

Has anyone written a canon-divergent fic where Stardust Genius Naito had gotten over/had his Wrestle Kingdom 8 main event?

[spill-tears-but-never-coffee]

Mornings are for coffee and second-degree burns

So this is my first story. It’s a Naito x reader. italics denotes Japanese while bold depicts internal dialogue. Please be kind.

Waiting for Sanda was getting ridiculous, the man would show up late to his own funeral. “Probably still sleeping,” Naito mumbles to himself. Heaving a deep sigh, he pushes himself away from the table and stands up to grab a coffee.

The shop was busy this morning with students from the nearby high school taking their time figuring out a more complicated way to order overpriced milkshakes. While glaring daggers into the backs of teenagers he’s startled by a high pitch squeal coming directly behind him. He swings his head around and observers two women; one gripping the other in a bear hug, while the other looked utterly baffled at the sudden turn of events.

The bear hugger is making that atrocious nail on a chalk board noise.  She looks like a typical office worker: non-descript blue blouse, tight but not to revealing skirt, high heels and pearl earrings. The other, a gaijin is pretty, but not that pretty. She’s wearing a similar outfit, but with a white shirt and tight black skirt that shows off her narrow waist and slim ankles that end in a pair of red heels.

As if feeling his gaze, the gaijin makes eye contact and gives a sort of lop-sided smile, he frowns, unamused at the intrusion to his thoughts, and spins around.

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You walked into the shop with your co-worker Niko and came to a complete halt. The Japanese characters everywhere briefly overwhelm you despite the fact you regularly ordered from this coffee chain at home.

“Y/L/N-san, is everything okay?”

Being formally addressed like this breaks you out of your brief culture shock, “Niko, you don’t need to use san with me.”

The other woman frowns slightly, “Not using san is bad manners” she begins to educate you. You nod your head familiar with this argument. Hell, it had been made in every Welcome to Japan book your family had foisted on you before you reached Tokyo.

Blowing out a breath  and struggling to right this situation without offending your co-worker you start, “Even between friends,” while stepping into line.

“Friends,” Niko’s voice shakes a little, like she is about to cry. No longer sure if this if this is such a brilliant idea, you nod your head anyway doubling down on your gamble. “Oh! Y/N-chan you are so sweet,” she exclaims.

Seriously? What is with the damned titles in this country you think. You aren’t used to the titles that everyone seems to have in the country as back home, life is far easier. Sure, you could say Mr. or Mrs., or occasionally Your Honor, but the Japanese have a title for the grandmother of your closest female friend since birth. Your train of thought is abruptly derailed by Niko literally squeezing you to death. “Oh,” you wheeze all breath leaving your body as your arms are pinned to your side.

“We’re friends,” she shrieks in a near inaudible level it is so high pitched.

“Of course,” you smile and try to disengage your new friend.

“This is the best,” she squeals. To your chagrin the man in front of you turns around and makes eye contact with you. You can tell he is not pleased by this and is eyeing up the situation in disdain. “Sorry,” you offer, but he isn’t paying attention any more.

“So, Niko,” you say extricating yourself from her grasp. “How do I order a Java-chip Frappuccino in Japanese?”

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His phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. He pulls out the device and eyes the screen. Languidly he taps the green button and holds up the phone to his ear, “Hey.”

“Hey,” the caller begins.

“You’re late,” Naito deadpans. He is trying not to convey annoyance as he had also gone out late last night with the rest of LIJ and yet he was up, but he doesn’t say a thing. 

“I know,” Sanda’s laughter echoes from the other side, “Get a large cappuccino for me. I just got up from a rough night.” he rolls his eyes skyward as the other man brags, “…missing a shoe and I’m pretty sure a pint of blood from that girl we met at the bar.”

Naito makes eye contact with the barista and gives him a slight head nod as he retrieves his caffeine fix. “You can get it yourself,” he growls not amused by his stablemate’s lazy attitude.

Sanda tries to sound remorseful but comes off unconcerned with his friend’s frustration at his late arrival, “Sure, Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Grunting in agreement he attempts to end the call while carrying his coffee and getting out of the shop. All of which is apparently too much to do at once and he collides with a solid force. “Oh shit,” a voice rings out. He hadn’t realized it, but when he turned around to leave he had run right into the gaijin behind him and spilled his hot coffee all over her.

Eyes wide she sucks in a deep breath and peels the now see through fabric away from her skin. He’s stuck dumb for a moment as registers her distress. “I’m sorry,” he mutters while trying to find something to wipe off the burning coffee. He sees a barista rushing over with a towel, grabbing it from the service worker’s hands and he begins to try and sop up the coffee.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers pulling the ruined fabric away from her skin and fanning it in a futile effort to cool off.

He doesn’t need to understand English all that well to know she is in pain and it’s his fault. He doubles down on his efforts to dry her off. That is until he’s interrupted by the least menacing growl in history, “What are you doing?” Momentarily taking his eyes of the fabric in front of him he makes eye contact with the voice. It’s Bear Hugger.

“Admiring the stitching,” he deadpans while going back to the task at hand, except this time he picks his eyes off the fabric and looks at the woman in front of him. Her big eyes are filled with tears, her face flushed with heat or embarrassment he can’t be sure at this point. Realizing that the towel in his hand has cleaned up as much of the mess at it can, he pulls away, sees the faint outline of the bra, and her body’s reaction to sudden change in temperature.

He forces his attention elsewhere. Bear Hugger is speaking English with Coffee Gaijin who looks embarrassed. He can’t understand other than “okay”. But what he lacks for in vocabulary he makes up for in perception. She is breathing in deeply through her nose, warding off further tears and it strikes him as oddly brave. The words leave his mouth before they register in his brain, “Tell your friend I’ll buy her another blouse.”

Coffee Gaijin looks confused at the turn of events. Bear Hugger steps into the conversation, “What?”

“I’ll buy you another shirt,” he repeats slowly and with better diction. Sometimes women need things to be repeated.

Bear Hugger rudely replies, “She doesn’t speak Japanese.”

“Well then tell her what I said.” He doesn’t make the statement a suggestion.

They have a staring contest before she breaks eye contact and turns to Coffee Gaijin. Naito is now keenly aware that the entire coffee shop is watching them with morbid fascination. Fucking Sanda. They have a brief conversation before Hugger replies, “She says it’s just a shirt, no worries.”

He grits his teeth, “Tell the gaijin I’ll buy her another shirt,” he pauses his anger rising at being rejected, “One that isn’t so cheap you can see everything.”

Hugger’s black eyes widen, and her mouth drops open, “I can’t say that!”

“Well tell her something that will get her to buy a better shirt,” he seethes. Hugger glares at him he teases his lips into what could be construed as a smile. Coffee Gaijin is utterly confused at the tension between the two until Hugger sighs and begins a long and he guess a wholly inaccurate translation of his offer. Realizing that he won’t take no for an answer Coffee Gaijin looks at him and nods her head.

“We finish work at 5.00, we’ll meet here,” Hugger hesitates before adding, “and you’ll buy her whatever she wants.”

He raises an eyebrow, “That’s what she said?” Somehow Coffee Gaijin doesn’t strike him as the extortion type.

“No that’s what I said,” Hugger glares at him again, but this time he smirks and turns to the topic of their negotiation.

Holding out a hand, Coffee Gaijin needs no translation and digs into her purse. She pulls out a phone so new it still has protective plastic on it. Fumbling to unlock the screen she eventually places the phone into his hand gently. Her fingers momentarily brush against him and his world tilts just a little. Brushing it off he types in his number and calls his phone to ensure she has his number, but before he hands it back he briefly browses through her contacts, they’re sparse and mostly in English. He grimaces and hands it back to her. “Five o’clock,” he enunciates in English and turns away from the foreigner and Bear Hugger marching out the door to find Sanda.

[afterreign]

the thoughts of and about round friends and other miscellaneous characters along the way - 3: for the last time, i became the wind pairing: n/a beta reader: n/a ch summary: A lonely, freeing metamorphosis.

For a moment, they are wind.

They’re where the sun shines and the shadows loom⁠. That spring breeze.

They’re a butterfly for longer, though. Kirby beams at the sight of them, amazed by the creature they’ve become but ignorant of the wind that watched him longer. When the pink boy slumbers, they stay. When he wakes, they fly.

Metamorphosing into a knight is something else entirely. Having engulfed the Temporal Warrior, they know they’re on borrowed time. Yet when they swing their sword, they burn. For more. For forever.

But as soft as a song, they are wind yet again.

[fanfics4thewin]

I Just Wanna....

Found this written in a notebook. I completely forgot I had written it! Warnings: smut!

It wasn’t easy being in a relationship with a pro wrestler especially if said wrestler was Tetsuya Naito. With the constant traveling you didn’t get to see him much. However you had some time off so you decided to travel with him and the rest of L.I.J for this tour. You could hear his theme blasting through the arena from backstage indicating that L.I.J had won their match. The first to appear in the dressing room was Sanada given that he never did the backstage comments. He gave you a smile and threw himself down on the couch opposite you. EVIL and Bushi arrived in next. Bushi’s mouth was covered in black mist indicating how they probably won the match.

“Our match went brilliantly!” Bushi boasted. “Taguchi Japan have nothing on us.”

“Here we go again, Bushi bragging to Y/N about how great we are! Every time she comes on tour with us you do this. She gets it by now!” Evil sighed.

“There is nothing wrong with reminding her!!”

“Not after every single match.”

While Bushi and EVIL continued their bickering, Hiromu and Daryl came into the dressing room.

“What are you two fighting about now? You know Daryl hates when you fight!” Hiromu said while cuddling Daryl closer to his chest covering his ears. Even though Hiromu is 28 you can’t help but find him adorable and want to take him home to look after him.

“We’re not fighting, Bushi is just being annoying again.” Evil stated.

“I’m not annoying! EVIL how dare you say that about me!”

While you watched in amusement at EVIL and Bushi arguing, you almost didn’t notice your boyfriend walk into the room. Your face lit up when you saw him. He walked straight over and sat down next to you.

“Well done on winning the match.” You smiled at Naito.

“Thank you however it would have been better had you come out to watch.” Naito replied wrapping his arm around you.

“I just wanted to stay backstage tonight.”

“I know but at the next show you need to come out!”

“So what is the plan for tonight guys?” Bushi said cutting into your conversation with Naito.

“Dinner then a bar?” Sanada suggested. “It’s only right we celebrate this win with a few drinks”.

“Sounds good!” Bushi said while gathering what he needed and heading to the showers. The rest of the boys nodded in agreement with Sanada’s suggestion.

“You alright with that plan sweetheart? We can just go for dinner then head away to the hotel if you don’t want to go to the bar.” Naito whispered to you. As much as you loved L.I.J sometimes they were a bit much for you. Naito never forced or made you feel bad about not wanting to hang out with them after shows. He always made sure you were okay with the plan. You were his number 1 priority.

“No it’s okay baby, I want to go out tonight. I’m in the mood for drinking.” You winked at him. He smirked at your comment knowing exactly what you’re like after a couple of drinks. You aren’t able to keep your hands off Naito and it leads to really hot sex.

Once all the boys showered and changed you headed off to a nearby restaurant. As the boys were extremely hungry a lot of food was ordered. So much that there was barely enough space for all of it on the table. During dinner you chatted about their upcoming matches for the rest of the tour and new ring gear ideas mainly from Hiromu who always has some crazy outfit in mind for press conferences. Even when they were off the clock they were thinking and planning out their next matches. The five of them were very dedicated and you admired that in all of them. Of course they were also talking about random things and cracking jokes. Once dinner was finished the argument about who should pay arose. While Bushi was making points about why it’s his turn, Sanada had stood up and went off to pay. It wasn’t until he returned that they realised he was gone.

“I paid so lets go and no I don’t want to hear any complaints about me paying. A simple thank you is all I want.” Sanada informed the group while putting on his jacket. A mutters of thanks could be heard while everyone gathered their things.

You headed on to a nightclub called Secret Garden. Once inside you all piled into a booth. Bushi wasted no time in ordering a round of shots for the table. Before you knew you had consumed 6 shots of tequila and two strawberry daiquiris. That is what happened when you were out with L.I.J. The boys always make sure there were drinks at the table at all times. Bushi and Hiromu dragged you out dancing with them. It was after a couple of songs that the alcohol really started to hit you. Now all you wanted was your man. He was sat chatting with EVIL and Sanada at the table. You walked over and placed yourself on Naito’s lap. You pulled him into a passionate kiss slipping you tongue into his mouth. Sanada and EVIL smirked at the two of you, knowing full well how handies you get with Naito after a few drinks. You pulled away from the kiss and attached yourself to Naito’s neck, biting and kissing it. Naito’s hand began to trail up and down your leg.

“Come dancing with me.” You whispered in his ear.

“You know I don’t dance baby girl.”

“What you don’t want my ass grinding all over your cock?”

Naito groaned at the image. You smirked knowing you had him where you wanted him. You pulled away grabbing Naito’s hand and dragging him off to the dance floor. Once on the dance floor you wasted no time in grinding on your man. Naito’s hands fell on your hips as you swayed to the music. Naito started peppering your neck with kisses and light bites which caused you to moan and grind back harder. Then his hand went up your skirt and started rubbing you thought your panties. You couldn’t take it anymore so you dragged Naito off to the bathroom. Once inside the stall you quickly removed you panties while Naito worked to free his cock. Both of you were too worked up to bother with foreplay, you just needed him inside now. Naito backed you up against the wall crashing his lips onto yours. You grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps. Naito pulled away and lifted you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck. With a quick thrust he entered you. Naito started off slow but the thrusts started to get faster and quicker. You couldn’t control your moans and screams. Naito tried to conceal them by kissing you but you didn’t care who heard you. You were both coming close to your release. Naito slipped his hand down to your core and started rubbing your clit. You didn’t last much longer, screaming Naito’s name as you came. Naito quickly removed his hand from your clit, grabbed you hips and slammed two more thrusts into you before spilling his seed inside you. You both took a moment to catch you breath after the intense orgasms. Naito placed you on the ground and you both went about clean yourselves up. After a few minutes you left the stall and returned to your table. You were already excited for round two which was sure to come once you got back to your hotel room.  

[ghostofviper]

On tap

I think dirty Naito is gong to come out to play today. I had wonderful dream about him that is giving me inspiration. 💕

In the other hand Matt Jackson is being a brat and will not let me write him. Bad Matty! 😡

[nahmooste]

gentle reminder that requests are open for anything njpw related 🤗

just submit an ask and i will write a response between 500-1000 words :)))

[tothehounds]

I made a google docs account with some WIPS I haven’t finished here. If you like anything and want me to finish it just yell at me, also if the links don’t work just hit me up and I’ll either try to fix it or give you access. 

[bowdowntopac]

It's midnight and i need more

Bushi / Naito

Sheasaro

Golden Lovers

Breezango

Bushi / Naito (again because this is a very good ship and needs more attention)

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Facade- Chapter 6

Pairings: OC x Tetsuya Naito; OC x Minoru Suzuki

Genre: Romance

Warnings: mild language

Note: I hope to update this story every two weeks! Most likely on Sunday Night!

Previous Chapters: (Masterlist)

“ Layla had never been nervous to meet Naito before.”

In fact, Layla took pride in the fact that Naito always seemed to inspire anticipation as opposed to unmitigated dread. However, Layla had also never fought with Naito to this extent before, and she couldn’t remember the last time she drank so much. To the point where she found herself spending an entire night with Minoru Suzuki, locked away in his hotel room where Layla proceeded to lose all inhibitions when she cheated on her boyfriend. The same boyfriend who had called her earlier that morning requesting that she meet him in the hotel’s lounge.

Layla had tried to sneak away from Suzuki, but that was not something you could get away with when it came to the fearless man. “Don’t forget our arrangement, princess,” he had kindly reminded Layla, only allowing her to leave when Layla verbally expressed her agreement.

Which brings Layla to the crowded hotel lobby, slowly approaching Naito who sat alone at a table near the entrance. His eyes were entirely focused on his phone screen, but Layla took that as a blessing because she would have instantly crumbled under the inquisitive stare of the ungovernable leader. “Hi,” she offered tentatively, reaching out for the edge of the table to clasp tightly in her hands. The added stabilization was reassuring.

Naito glanced up, eyes completely unreadable as he set his phone down on the table. “I heard you were going to the U.K.”

Layla resisted the urge to question how Naito could have possibly found out that information. Did Suzuki break his promise? “I have s-some scheduled matches there,” Layla said, wincing at her stutter.

Naito didn’t seem to notice. “I saw it on social media this morning. Stardom seems like they’re really pushing this.”

How the hell did Suzuki manage this so fast? Layla had been with him all night! “It was a last-minute decision.”

“Is anyone else going?”

“No,” Layla said quickly. “It’s just me.”

“That makes me nervous,” Naito said, chuckling softly as he invited Layla to sit down in front of him. “I don’t like that you’re going alone.”

“I’ll be fine,” Layla said, rubbing her sweaty palms along her jeans. She decided it would be best to withhold the fact that she was traveling with Suzuki-Gun. The less Naito knew the better.

“It might actually be good for us,” Naito continued, suddenly sounding nervous. “I meant it when I said we should take some time apart. Maybe we can talk again when you get back.”

Layla didn’t really like that very much, but she couldn’t argue again with Naito. Plus, she didn’t really have any choice in Stardom’s “decision” for her to wrestle in the U.K. In fact, it was for the best since Suzuki had promised he wouldn’t say anything to Naito about their late-night misadventures. Layla would somehow make it up to Naito, but she couldn’t bear to lose him. Which meant that, for now, she would agree to stay away from Naito.

“Okay,” Layla nodded, wanting nothing more than to fast-forward through this stupid U.K. tour so that everything could return to normal.

“I might call a few times to make sure you’re alright,” Naito said, and Layla’s heart melted at his concern.

“Thank you,” Layla smiled, positively beaming when Naito reached over to gently wrap his hands around hers, like a delicate shield that promised to watch over Layla even as she entered the literal den of lions that was Suzuki-Gun.

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Layla wasn’t sure what to expect when Suzuki invited her to ride with his boys to the airport. Regrettably, Layla was in no position to question the man who held an unshakeable control over her future. You see, at any moment, he could make a simple phone call and ruin everything she had worked so hard to gain. Thus, Layla chose to be obedient, trying to appease Suzuki at every opportunity because he could easily shatter their arrangement.

Needless to say, Layla wouldn’t give him a reason to do so.

She would tolerate Suzuki and his boys in such close proximity for the tour. She would play the part of a passive participant, going through the motions physically, while she closed herself off to the other members. An intimate part of herself that she would never trust with Suzuki-Gun.

Not again.

But it certainly didn’t stop their questions, especially when it came to Zack Sabre Jr., Suzuki’s new favorite student. The British man seemed even more annoying than El Desperado when it came to prying into Layla’s personal life. He was innately curious, but Layla hated it when people tried to figure her out.

“You’re Layla then?” Zack questioned now, curious about the woman who sat in front of him.

They were all riding together on Suzuki-Gun’s tour bus, trying to burn through as much daylight as possible before stopping for the evening. Layla had initially believed that everyone would keep to themselves, especially when Suzuki himself instantly disappeared into the back. Sadly, Layla was not provided with such courtesy, and several members had chosen seats close to her.

The airport suddenly seemed a lot more distant.

“I am,” Layla answered, fidgeting with her hands. From Zack’s perspective, she probably didn’t seem like the type of girl Suzuki would fall for, especially if Desperado and Taichi had anything to say about it.

“Boss is keeping Layla around for the week,” Taichi smirked, earning him a glare from the woman in question.

“I missed having you around Layla,” Despy admitted, hands tightening around the deck of cards he had been shuffling. “Especially in the casinos.”

Layla shook her head, leaning back in her seat. “I don’t do those things anymore.”

“Really?” Taichi asked, frowning. “Then what good are you?”

Layla narrowed her eyes in his direction, but Taichi proceeded to laugh at the look of outrage on Layla’s face while Desperado tried to play peacekeeper. “Come on Layla, Zack wasn’t around before. At least show him we weren’t lying about how good you are.”

“No,” Layla insisted, tightening her grip around the armrests of her chair because she was starting to already hate everything about this impromptu trip.

“She was more fun back then too,” Taichi grumbled. “Boss taught her how to count cards and we were unstoppable.”

“It’s in the past now,” Layla snapped back at the two men, glancing out the window as she briefly wondered if Naito was missing her as much as she was missing him.

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“Boss says we’re stopping for the night,” Taka Michinoku yawned, walking to the front of the bus where Layla and the others had been situated. Behind him, the two foreigners, Davey Boy Smith Jr. and Lance Archer, emerged together, both intimidating in their size. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Lance smirked, reaching over to tousle Layla’s hair. 

Layla roughly shoved his arm away, glaring in the older man’s direction even though he was obviously unaffected. Layla never really liked Lance despite the fact that they were both from Texas. A commonality that really never made much of a difference when it came to their quick-tempers.

Davey chose to ignore her, and Layla barely noticed Kanemaru’s presence until he had already passed by, aggressively jostling the adjacent doors to the bus, swaggering outside with usual drunken stupor. Which left Minoru Suzuki for last, the older man leering down at Layla as he stopped next to her seat. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

Layla wasn’t surprised by his demand, so she didn’t bother fighting his advances as she reached over for her suitcase, gripping the handle firmly. “Whatever you want,” she muttered.

The hotel Suzuki had chosen was obviously cheap, especially considering the half-lit welcome sign that hung above the front entrance. Layla lingered at the back of the group, looking every part the outsider, while she waited for Suzuki to finalize their overnight arrangements. She tried to understand what sort of horrible thing she had done to upset her karma to the point where she back in Suzuki’s clutches. Suddenly, even the prospect of marriage and children weren’t as scary as her former lover, intimidating merely in the way he held himself, chin raised high as he conversed quickly with the frightened hotel manager.

Layla merely sighed when Suzuki handed her their room key, unlike Zack who thoroughly complained about having to share a room with Taichi and El Desperado. “It’s a suite-style,” Suzuki smirked, ignoring further complaints by lightly pushing Layla forward, hand resting against the small of her back.

“Taichi is a pretty disgusting roommate,” Layla suddenly spoke up, surprising both herself and Suzuki with her unnecessary comment.

Almost like she was trying to start a conversation.

Suzuki chuckled. “It’s been a long day. He’ll jerk off to some cheap porn and be out in an hour.”

Layla held her tongue from saying anything further, not wanting to give Suzuki the satisfaction that she was remotely comfortable with speaking around him. Instead, Layla gently reminded herself that the tour wouldn’t last long. In fact, since Stardom had booked her a pretty busy schedule, she wouldn’t even see much of Suzuki anyway. This whole situation would blow over quickly and Layla could finally make things right with Naito.

Everything would go back to normal.

“I’ll be a gentleman tonight, princess,” Suzuki said once they were lingering in the narrow hallway of their room. “You can have whichever bed you want.”

Layla snorted, knowing Suzuki was far from a gentleman. “You aren’t going to force me to have sex with you?”

Layla’s back hit the wall as Suzuki abruptly stepped forward, holding her breath as he reached out to direct her attention. She was practically forced to look at him. “By the end of this tour, you’ll be begging me to fuck you, princess.”