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brutallygod · 2 months

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minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, dubcon, groupie culture, power imbalance, mention of squirting.

thinking about your fav being a rockstar and he has you as his groupie lover <3

thinking about how you're always going to his concerts and you catch his eye from the very first one. now, he has taken fans into his bed. of course, he has. he's a sleaze like that and the power imbalance thrills him. so when he notices how often you're going, how you coyly flutter your eyelash whenever you two lock eyes, he knew he had to have you.

and thinking about how during a break, he tells a guard to let you come backstage. on stage, he watches the guard so as he told and after the show, sweaty and running on adrenaline, he rushes backstage. as soon as he sees you, he stalks over, grabs your arm and pulls you into a private room.

and thinking about how he's immediately on you, hands running over your body as he cages you in between his body and the wall. "wanted you as soon as i saw you wear that tight dress during the first show," he murmurs before descending on your lips. he kisses like how plays—passionate, rough, dominating.

and thinking about how you aren't allowed a word in—he's there to take what he wants and you're there to give it to him. you allow him to kiss you, whimpering against his lips as your hands grasp on to his shoulders. he takes you then and there, pressed against the wall as he sinks his cock in you. you're crying out for more and he gives it.

and thinking about how he fingers you before each show, fingers sinking deep within your cunt and fucking you until you're crying out and cumming. he licks up his fingers as he runs out on stage, smirking. the image of leaving you in that private room, legs spread and cunt leaking with your juices, is imprinted in his mind as he plays.

and thinking about how he always takes you backstage after shows, fucking you in private rooms then taking you to luxurious hotels to resume, until you're squirting all over his cock. your cries and moans are music to his ears, the best he's ever heard.

and thinking about him pushing you to your knees so he can fuck your throat, making you sound as hoarse as he does after a show.

and thinking about him calling you his pretty little slut. about him commenting about how much you drool for his cock. about him commenting he knew your cunt ached for him.

you're caught in his web of pleasure and lust, cunt molding around his cock and fingers as he takes you over and over again.

eren yeager, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, todoroki touya / dabi, childe, blade (hsr) + your fav!

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kitasgloves · 2 months

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"R U Mine?"

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— ♬ "And I can't help myself. All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

— ♬ Atsumu x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, fem reader, rockstar au, vocalist! guitarist! atsumu, no beta just me being down bad for rockstar tsumu

His honey-brown eyes always find your figure in the crowd so it becomes natural to seek you. The color of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes, the tint of your lips, and the shape of your silhouette invaded Atsumu Miya's mind daily. Being labeled by the media as 'the hottest modern rockstar' meant he was granted opportunities. Nonstop concerts and gigs, exclusive interviews and meet and greets, and overflowing awards. Atsumu was exposed to meeting people left and right, he was accustomed to forgetting their faces at the end of the day. However, he finds it impossible to forget you.

You're nothing but a friend of a friend, a pretty girl with a pretty name. You attended most of his band's concerts, he knows because he manages to spot you in the crowd every time. You have a particular effect on him. Whenever you're in Atsumu's line of vision, his nerves get all tied up into one knot, his chest doing odd flutters and his tummy performing foreign flips. You tend to bring the best out of him during concerts because his performance enhances every time he sees you watching him from the crowd. Yet you're capable of weakening him so much so that he feels like a puppet on a string.

Atsumu had met you once in a small gathering exclusive to all his friends. You were the band's rhythm guitarist's childhood friend. How could he forget you trailing behind Suna Rintaro with an excited grin on your lips when he formally introduced you to him? Especially when you gushed about how fantastic he was as a musician and singer before begging him for an autograph. Since then, you have never left, not even once, Atsumu's mind.

He lazily sits back on the velvet chair as the interviewer rambles out questions to him and his band members about their upcoming new album and world tour. Blah blah blah, it goes over Atsumu's head. He's going crazy because here isn't where he wants to be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. He could have all the applause, awards, and riches in the world but it will never make him content. Not when you're not beside him, not when you're not his.

The green look of envy never suited Atsumu, especially when it was evident. It wasn't easy to not glare at Suna when you're always running up to him first. Granted, you two were childhood friends, but it's not like there weren't better options for you such as himself. You had the privilege to be friends with the band but it's unfair that you and he weren't getting closer after being given opportunities.

"Yer glarin' at Suna again"

Atsumu blows out a raspberry and walks off to busy himself with his guitar. The band's drummer, Aran Oijiro, shakes his head with slight amusement. Atsumu could cool off and write a song about how he and you should be misbehaving for days and losing track of time and space. And how you're a silver lining climbing on his desire. He gets often teased by his bandmates on how the songs he's been writing are obvious confessions to you. They could fuck off for all he cares.

"Oi, Miya, the show is in ten minutes"

Sakusa Kiyoomi, their bassist, rolled his eyes at Atsumu when the blonde was frantically fixing himself in the mirror for the nth time.

"I know! I know! Don't rush me, Omi"

"It's not like she's gonna be there"

"Oh, she will"

Atsumu smirked and Sakusa only scowls at him and leaves him in the dressing room. And he was right, there you were in the front row watching his band play. God, every time you cheered and screamed the lyrics along with him, Atsumu's voice wavered. His knees were growing mellow and he's been hitting the wrong chords more than once now. His bandmates were sending him looks, probably wondering what has gotten him to fuck up a few of the songs in a row.

Sweat poured all over his body as heat burned further in his belly. Atsumu gulped, he knew his desire for you was getting out of hand. You had him chasing after you for ages, you're cruel for letting him live only on the thrill of the chase. He wanted you. He needed you. Atsumu just wanted to hear you say 'Are you mine?'.

After the show, the blonde hurries backstage and ignores the concerned calling of his bandmates. He knows he wasn't at his peak during the show but he couldn't give a fuck. Atsumu waits at the door, he patiently waits for you to knock and enter. A grin splits on his face when he hears your familiar knocking on the backstage door. All his bandmates were most likely in the dressing room so he was the one who answered.

"Hey Rinta-oh. Atsumu?"

You stood there bewildered by the figure towering over you by the door. Atsumu chuckles lowly as he pulls you by the hip inside and swiftly shuts the door. He leans over you while you're pressed against the wall.

"Uh, are you okay, Atsumu?"

"Hm? I've been better, sweetheart"

"Are you sure? Because back on stage you seem...off"

"Oh, yer gettin' concerned 'bout me?"

There was an instant blush rising on your cheeks that drew out a laugh from the blonde. You glare up at him when he teases you with a smirk.

"I doubt the world isn't concerned about the world's hottest modern rockstar"

"Yeah, but it isn't every day that I get a pretty girl telling me she's concerned 'bout me"

"...What are you on about, Atsumu?"

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. That's when Atsumu hastily takes your arm and leads you to the nearest restroom. You gasp when he presses you against the locked door before inching his face close to yours.

"Ya know, I've had it with ya, [Name]"

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"A million things but stealin' my heart is one of 'em"

There was a pregnant pause as you gazed up at him, flabbergasted. You blink at him, batting your eyelashes as if feigning innocence and it was enough to make restraint snap within Atsumu.

"I thought...I thought you were just playing"

"You have no idea how badly I wanna make ya mine, [Name]"

"Atsumu..."

The space closes between you and him as you grab him by the fabric of his shirt while one of his hands plays around your waistline as the other grabs your chin. Atsumu's face leans forward to the point his breath tickles your face.

"Well, are you mine, [Name]?"

He asks and the answer you grant him is capturing his lips with your own, starting a fiery dance of clashing emotions. Both of your lips caught in a passionate kiss with hands clumsily exploring each other's bodies. Without even an hour, clothes were being desperately pulled off each other's bodies, and nails digging into each other's skin.

"You got me, baby"

That was your reply and it drove Atsumu to madness. Breathless moans were exchanged as heat engulfed both you and Atsumu. His teeth mark your skin, your nails clawing his back, and the unwavering eye contact from the two of you. Bless the unfortunate soul who approaches the restroom to hear an obnoxious banging on the other side of the door and labored panting.

After that fiasco, Atsumu was happy to announce his official relationship with you to his band. He's met with several 'Damn, finally' from most of them, Suna appeared the most relieved saying 'Took you two long enough, it was painful to watch you two act like idiots' or whatever that meant. Every musician has their muse, and you were his muse. You brought meaning to every song he wrote and played on stage. You were the inspiration for his success. And most importantly, you were his. Of course, Atsumu was yours too. Not just for tonight or tomorrow. But for the rest of each other's lives.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #Spotify

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beebabae · 10 months

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Im in love w rockstar! Suna 😫 do you think hed be a solo performer or part of a band (+who would be a part of the band)? 👀

thinking about rockstar bf!suna who is a part of a band with his best friends aran oijiro, atsumu miya, and osamu miya.

rockstar bf!suna who sings lead vocals while playing electric guitar, aran who plays the electric guitar, atsumu who plays drums, and finally osamu who plays bass.

rockstar bf!suna who’s singing the filthiest lyrics about how much he loves his gorgeous girlfriend with a raspy, almost distressed, whiny voice that drives the band’s fans absolutely insane. his trance inducing singing voice paired beautifully with his and aran’s notably skillful strumming of their respective dark red and light yellow electric guitars, atsumu’s riveting display of unexpected talent with his fast drumming on the drumset, as well as osamu’s captivating strumming flow on his dark navy bass.

you and kita are definitely their biggest supporters. <3

+ ik this is gonna sound sooo delulu but rin sings like deftone's lead singer, chino n a hint of alex g. :)

✩ sincerely, b. <3

#hantasbae #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #rockstar bf suna #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader

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avatarchic · 1 month

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works in progress !

updated: 2024/04/03 note all content tags and blurbs are not finalized and may appear different in published works ; fics are not posted in any particular order

bold = current focus

(?) = undecided content tag

started works

BURNED INTO OUR SKIN zuko x reader, soulmate!au, sfw, oneshot When you turn sixteen, and your soul mark burns itself into your skin, you're proven just how strong fate can be.

HOMEWRECKER gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru, university!au, nsfw, oneshot After your landlord kicks you out, you have nowhere to go, so your best friends invite you to stay with them. When you said yes, you didn't expect to become a third wheel.

BRING ME TO THE PACIFIC shinso hitoshi x reader, pacific rim!au, sfw, oneshot Years after losing your brother to a Kaiju, you're brought back to pilot an old Jaeger as a last-ditch attempt to save the world.

BABY'S BREATH miya atsumu x reader, hanahaki!au, sfw, oneshot Miya Atsumu is the biggest idiot you've ever met. He irritates you to no end—simply being in the same room with him is enough to raise your temper. Why, then, does your breath catch whenever you see him?

accepted requests / upcoming [ FULL ]

SERVING THE SULTAN [TBD] aizawa shota x male!reader, aladdin!au, nsfw, oneshot

UNUSUAL COMBINATIONS [TBD] bakugo katsuki, tamaki amijiki, todoroki shoto, yo shindo, monoma neito, kaminari denki x reader (paired), nsfw, headcanons

MINE, ALL MINE [TBD] bakugo katsuki x kirishima eijiro x kaminari denki x midoriya izuku x todoroki shoto x reader, nsfw, oneshot

ROCKSTAR [TBD] karasuno x reader (separately), sfw, headcanons

OFFER [TBD] kenma kozume, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintaro x reader (separately), nsfw, headcanons

LESSONS [TBD] gojo satoru x reader x nanami kento, nsfw, oneshot

LITTLE WHITE LIES [TBD] monoma neito, kirishima eijiro, todoroki shoto x reader (separately), nsfw(?), headcanons

PLAYTHING [TBD] kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, ida tenya, sero hanta, shinso hitoshi x male!reader (separately), nsfw, headcanons

APPLE OF MY EYE [TBD] akaashi keiji, kenma kozume, kita shinsuke, oikawa toru, miya atsumu, miya osamu x reader (separately), sfw, headcanons

SHARING IS CARING [TBD] todoroki shoto x reader x bakugo katsuki, nsfw(?), oneshot

©AVATARCHIC please do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.

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avis-writeshq · 4 months

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Welcome to Golden: a milestone event!

I am honoured to announce that we have reached 2.1k on this blog! To properly commemorate this momentous occasion, you are invited to join Golden: a milestone event where guests from across the world will be invited. As such, please enjoy our festivities filled with music, writing, and requests for your enjoyment!

Thank you to everyone who has supported me during this time! I truly appreciate every single one of you 💜

THIS EVENT HAS ENDED ! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ! 💙

▹ track one: i once believed love would be

requests are open! these fics will be at least 500 words for each request and will also be set in the canon universe. please see below in regards to the requesting guidelines.

guidelines:

in order for me to complete a request, it needs to have a character and a story/plot line. the characters i am currently taking requests for can be found at the end of this post.

i currently write only for fem!reader because that is what i have experience in and because i haven’t figured out the mechanics for gn!reader or male!reader.

i do not write smut (suggestive is ok!), gore, or cheating (done by/on reader), loss of child, incest, poly relationships or age regression. i have the right to delete or deny any requests that come through my inbox.

do not send me a request that you have already sent to another author. it’s icky, it’s iffy, and it ends up with at least one person getting hurt. it’s just a generally not great thing to do and i recommend not doing it at all. i understand that it might take longer than desired for your request to come out, but that doesn’t change the fact that the people who are writing these fics are exactly that: people.

please be patient! i am currently working three jobs and each of them carry their own demands. i will most definitely get to your request, but these things do take time.

▹ track two: black and white

ask games! these games include: fmk, general asks (ask me any question and i will answer!), etc.

find a list of ask games below:

emoji ask game ‼️ colour ask game (open to everyone) ‼️ character ask game ‼️ WIP ask game ‼️

▹ track three: but it’s golden

alternate universe! send me a character in a situation that isn’t the norm (eg. single dad!spencer reid, rockstar!remus lupin) and i’ll write a drabble about it.

same rules & guidelines as track one.

i do not write hybrid!au, stoner!au or priest/religious!au.

▹ track four: like daylight

bonus track : remix! send me an ask about a fic that i’ve already written (eg. sparks fly!reader, train rides!reader) and send a request based on those characters. this could mean asking directly for a spin-off or a short ‘part two’ to any of my existing standalone fics. please provide the character and the title of the fic that you would like me to remix <3

for example: how would sparks fly!reader react to post prison!reid?

same rules & guidelines as track one.

▹ outro: singers & songwriters

here is a list of the characters i am willing to write for during this event!

criminal minds:

spencer reid, aaron hotchner

haikyuu:

tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi

boku no hero academia:

bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto, tamaki amajiki

dc superheroes:

damian wayne, richard ‘dick’ grayson, jason todd, tim drake

harry potter:

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, albus severus potter, scorpius malfoy, ominis gaunt, sebastian sallow, garreth weasley, fred weasley, george weasley

‼️ i no longer write fanfiction about real people. (aka, no rpf. sorry!) ‼️

here are some examples as to what your request should look like!

▹ hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where he gets drunk and reader takes care of him please? thank you!

▹ hello! could i request track four with detention!damian wayne please? where reader suffers from nightmares following the attack? thank you!

thank you once again to everyone who has supported me throughout this journey!! i can't wait to write your requests <3

tagging some mutuals 💙

@violetrainbow412-blog @shotosjupiter @astrophileous @dream-a-little-bigger-x @aperrywilliams @fuckinglevi @kitashousewife @229zmi @atrirose @haisuken @enluv @kentoangel @shiishki @ceo-of-daichi @cotton-charms @kageyuji

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renardiererin · 7 months

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the great war -> I.iv: yes i got your letter, yes i’m doing better

content: suggestive themes

WRITTEN PORTION BELOW

your bones felt like they were freezing. why was it so difficult to turn around? just turn. just say hi. that’s all it takes. act like he never hurt you. be the bigger person. if you act like you’re okay, he’ll think he wasn’t important enough to you to leave a mark. but anyone with half a brain can see the turmoil he’s already caused.

you spun carefully on your heel, being sure to smile and make direct eye contact with the taller man in front of you. lifting your chin into the air, you painted on the nicest smile you could muster.

“hi suna.”

“oh please, name, call me rintarou. don’t put me back to square one, now.”

“alright then. hello rintarou.”

“hi name, how’ve you been?”

“i’m doing well, i’m doing better. things are looking up.”

“oh, interesting. hey, can i talk to you for a second? if you’re thirsty we can go to the kitchen and grab you a drink. id love to show you around.”

everyone’s eyes on you felt piercing like eight little bullets digging into your skin.

“alright, sure.”

suna’s house was almost exactly how you remember it. every dish in the same cabinet, every piece of furniture the same. you have to admit, it’s kind of weird sitting and having a business meeting on the same couch suna had absolutely obliterated your pussy on just a few years ago.

he even kept up the photo booth strips of you two. the ones littered with candids of you kissing and making funny faces and laughing with one another and just looking at them made you remember how it felt to love him. he kept up the paintings you’d done for him. still used the guitar you gave him for his birthday for every show.

he’s still the same rintarou. your rintarou.

“hey what do you want to drink? i just want you to know i went to the store and got some blueberry lemonade special for you. i know that’s your favorite and when i heard you were coming over i wanted to make sure i had some.” suna admitted, not quite meeting your eyes.

“you remembered?”

“of course i did. i’m not a monster.”

“right. well in that case i’d love some.”

“anything for you, name.”

“yay! so i think that’s everything. we can talk finances later. you’ll open for us on our north american leg, and then go do your own fancy tour like the pop star girlboss you are.” atsumu smiled cheekily.

“alright, that sounds perfect! thank you.”

“no, thank YOU. we’ll be in touch, name,” tendou cut in, before anyone else could take over his rare speaking line (oops).

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- he remembered her favorite drink im unwell 😭

the great war — a rockstar rintarou suna smau

you used to know rintarou. you knew him back before the world did. you used to know him better than you knew yourself. but nothing perfect ever lasts, does it? after awhile he just stopped responding. you tried to block out every headline you saw featuring his name, and focus on your own music career rather than his own. but when one of his bandmates reaches out to you and asks you to open for their upcoming tour, you find yourself stuck traveling all around the world with the man whose inflicted pain inspired most of your first album.

taglist 🏷️

@kiyoily @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @honeythebarbie @bootlegroach @tsukiran @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @ilovejujitsukaisen @dontmindtheevie @yuzurins

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selarina · 8 months

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Out of Style

-> Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter 2: Digitial Duet

Summary: The following night, Suna can't help but find himself lured by your online persona.

Content Warnings: celebrity au, rockstar!suna rintaro, actress!reader, online interactions, band dynamics, fluff, sexual undertones, mention of smoking, character study, sensual imagery, eventual smut

Word Count: 1.7k words

Author's Note: I'm ngl lead singer!atsumu does things to me.... also, bonus points for you if you guess what osamu, aran and kita's roles are in the band

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Suna’s public account is filled with carefully curated images sent by his publicist, or sometimes it is simply just posted by a poor intern whose only job is analyzing and curating his online presence. He tried maintaining a sense of autonomy at first. After all, he only becomes a star after being on social media for quite a while. He quite liked it, the unseriousness of it all but too many sites have risen and fallen since then, and he’s realized he might be too old or too busy to get used to the new features.

So… Suna’s not one to spend a lot of time on social media, barring the one private Instagram account his sister, Reiko, set up for him. It’s private, it has the only photo ever posted on the account — a selfie of him and his sister from the same day she set the account up. She’s smiling at the camera, perfectly posed while he’s right behind her, his face is twisted, caught off guard. You could say he was objectively ugly in the photo.

Hmm? He stares down at the picture. Seems like he never really deleted it. He switches to his public account.

His eyes move to scan his phone screen for a brief second before he finds it. He’s still not used to how different everything is from the last time he used this app, and it’s only been two weeks. How can you change so much in so little time? And why would you even?

His finger taps to reach the search option, his fingers moving to type in your name. Immediately, he gets a list of results — a verified account on top with a profile picture of you. He looks at the rest of the accounts below yours, a list of fan accounts of you.

He clicks on your account.

When the screen finally opens, Suna is accosted by your familiar face, scattered across the range of tiny boxes.

He clicks on the first picture that catches his immediate eye, it’s a picture of you sitting outside an establishment. Your shoes are scattered beside you as you smile sweetly at the screen. He smiles.

Your profile actually looks like photos you are posting yourself, but well, so does his, he thinks. Frowning, he scrolls, and he scrolls. He feels like an intruder as his scrolling continues, but he can’t seem to stop for some reason. The photos are like a collection of your life — it’s full of photos of you, your friends, co-stars, your sister, and your cat. Sometimes, the occasional movie promotion, a fashion event, or something like that.

And then he stumbles upon it, it’s a photo of you wrapped in a blazer, as the rain pours in the foreground. And you — you’re twisting your head ever so slightly to address the camera directly with your eyes, and you manage to hold his eyes to yours for quite a well somehow. He can’t help but think if your lips are purposefully quirked with a ghost of a smile. He lingers far longer than he’d care to admit but eventually, he scrolls again, as one does.

Only to wash away his opinion of you, he says. Only to get accustomed and to get rid of this new feeling, he says.

He then stops at another picture, a promotional picture, but it’s not for your movie. It’s for this band. Scarlet Riot.

He remembers this band, during a meeting where his manager was very upset with the band for Scarlet Riot’s new single surpassing his band, Black Velvet’s single on the rankings. He remembers dozing off during the meeting and being forcefully woken up again, and again, and again until the manager had enough and sent him back home. He happily accepted.

He doesn’t know anything about Scarlet Riot, apart from the fact that they are apparently cut from the same cloth as his band but yes, he notices how there isn’t much visible. Not your face, not the guy’s face but he seems to be holding you and your very lightly covered body — just you in your bra, and your underwear to be candid.

The said faceless guy is clothed entirely with one hand grasping the small of your back, and the other one holding your leg up as you seem to lift it in tandem.

He immediately clicks off the post, switching to his official account as he searches for your profile.

His hands hover for a second over the send button before he clicks on it.

To be fair, he isn’t technically lying in his texts because he is now rewatching your movie to drown out the anticipation of your response, but at the moment he only had enough heed to hit send on the message then, and he didn’t know how long that would last.

He eyes his abandoned phone on the teak table in front of him, as he watches your movie. It currently has a conversation between two guys in the movie, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about them.

He couldn’t help it. He looked up the video, and he admits he can find himself agreeing with the rest of the 14 million people who seem to find the appeal. He pauses the video, and it pauses at a picture-worthy shot if he could say so himself — your eyes are heavy-lidded resulting in a sultry expression, akin to a languid panther moving through the tall grass, that makes something primal rake right beneath the confines of his body.

H clicks off from the video, turning off his phone as he unpauses your movie continuing to chomp on the rest of his pasta.

—

The next day, Suna found himself on auto-pilot making his way through the band's rehearsal studio. The place was cramped and confining — just as he secretly liked. It’s always overfilled with a diversified jumble of instruments, amps, and other recording equipment.

He adjusts his guitar strap as he began the process of plugging his instrument in. He’s early today, so it affords him the opportunity to observe as his bandmates and studio staff trickle in, one by one, as he sips on his coffee. He’s not usually a fan of hot beverages, preferring cooler, or lukewarm drinks but today, he needs the searing warmth to keep him from biting off his bandmates’ heads.

Atsumu, the drummer, finally saunters in with his signature impish grin that sent a surge of irritation coursing through Suna's veins. It’s just lack of sleep talking, he reassures himself as Atsumu takes a seat near him seating himself behind the drum set.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Atsumu quipped, his voice cutting through the studio's ambient hum Suna grew comfortable in.

Suna's retort was swift, a deadpan stare, as he took another sip. "Don't call me that.”

“Well, you look the part.” Atsumu remained undeterred, as he reclined against the seat, a smirk etched upon his features.

Suna doesn’t respond, his attention returning to the coffee cup, as he took another sip.

“Where's everyone else?” Suna set aside the guitar, carefully placing his chair as he weaved through to discard the now-empty cup into the bin.

"Aran’s out for a smoke. Osamu’s stuck in traffic, surprise surprise. Kita’s at a shoot. He should be late today," Atsumu replied.

Suna's response was a barely discernible hum as he sat back in his chair. He occupied himself with tuning his guitar, his fingers moving with practiced familiarity, attuned to the nuances of each string.

They continued to wait in silence, Atsumu’s soft humming withheld. Not that Suna particularly took issue with it, in fact, it was a bit soothing to exist in his space, until Atsumu spoke again that is.

"So, you seemed to have an interesting night.” Atsumu's tone was teasing, his words laden with an underlying implication that Suna found distinctly annoying.

A warning glint flickered through Suna's eyes, his response lax but firm. "No idea what you’re talking about."

Atsumu leaned back against his seat, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh, come on now. We all saw you last night. Never knew you could physically bring yourself to smile."

Suna's eyes narrowed. “We were just talking.”

Atsumu barely hummed in response, but Suna’s annoyance seemed to seep back under his skin – he didn't want to engage in this conversation, especially not with Atsumu, who generally had a talented knack for pushing his buttons early in the morning.

Atsumu waggled his eyebrows as they raise up. "So, what kind of talkin' were ya doin', hmm?"

Suna shot a sharp look at Atsumu, his fingers pausing his task on the guitar. "None of your business."

“Okay,” Atsumu responds and Suna’s relieved. For all his many complaints about Atsumu, he truly does know how to read people, and as much as he seemed to like pushing boundaries, he never truly seemed to cross them.

“Just be careful,” Atsumu speaks up, Atsumu's tone was tinged with a rare sincerity. Suna finds it a bit too jarring like he’s an alternate reality.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just — Relationships with other people like us never truly work out, ya know.”

“I know,” Suna responds, as his eyes flit down to his guitar. Suna's fingers slipped on the strings, creating a dissonant sound.

Atsumu sighs as his voice comes out in a subdued murmur, “I should know better than anyone,” before Osamu's voice carries from outside to inside the studio, disrupting the momentary exchange.

Osamu walks through pushing the entry door as he stomps over to where they are.

“Get off my seat, ya imp,” he says, tossing his back to the side before he proceeds to push Atsumu off the chair, and almost like he was slapped out of it — Atsumu’s back to his usual self as his hands rise up to pull Osamu’s hair.

At the backdrop of the familiar dance between Osamu and Atsumu, Suna pulls out of his phone and the muted buzz against his thigh.

Ping! His eyes flit up to the top of his phone. It’s you. He clicks on the notification.

yn_ln : sorry i passed out but wow, flattery and a movie review?

yn_ln : i'm honored

Suna smirks as he taps on the screen. His fingers seem to type out a reply before he's even fully aware of it.

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verslxt · 11 months

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about me ♡

hey there! thank you for stopping by, i'm jayla i use she/her pronouns. i am 19 and i really enjoy golf, cheer and reading. finally out of high school 💪🏽. so i may not have much much time to get everything done for my writing and shit. anyways, thank you so much for stopping by, lets hope you stay...and hopefully drop a follow

rules/what i can write for ♡

i mainly write for haikyuu, jjk, tokyo rev, stray kids, enhypen, my hero and obx. i think thats it, but if you request someone who i don't know, i will make sure to do my research on the charachter so that you can enjoy the story...on that note lets get into my awful works :)

work in progress ♡

ice skating with sunghoon

cowboy changbin

ni-ki confession

suna smut

the boy, the girl and the baby chapter 2

"kegger?" "kegger!"

you were supposed to be a one night stand

rockstar!suna

rainy days

night swimming with oliver moy

recently finished ♡

soft dom lix ♡

suna, atsumu nd aran fav positions

soobin nd yeonjun brainrot ♡

love letters with akaashi ♡

dad sakusa ♡

#❤︎ jayla speaks ❤︎

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zmbiesuga · 5 months

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NEW ROMANTICS ! masterlist ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hq ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ :

i'm not a violent dog, i don't know why i bite, i. hajime

early mornings with samu, m. osamu

unknown / nth, o. tooru

twenty-twenty vision, m. atsumu

jump then fall, k. tetsurou

shotgunning w/ suna

dad!kuroo

unlearn my hurt, s. kiyoomi

kisses with hq boys 2, various

kisses with hq boys 1, various

lovestruck bf!mattsun

threat to kiss, various

better man, multi

"famous" bf, various

i <3 my bf, various

my fav hq boys in love w/ you, my favs

i've loved everything, m. issei

northern downpour, i. hajime

twst ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ :

vil schoenheit w/ a rockstar bf

doing vil's makeup

sk8 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ :

mixtape collab

better man, various

free ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ :

better man, various

uramichi oniisan ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ :

dad!uramichi

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ love letters from leo #♡ : haikyuu #♡ : twst #♡ : sk8 #♡ : free!#♡ : uramichi oniisan #ʚ ɞ masterlist

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astarsol · 1 month

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atsumu miya - the boyfriend ballad

- couple: atsumu miya x fem!reader - warnings: swearing - synopsis: a certain rockstar finally shows his face and a certain actress maybe shows a little too much excitement about the fact…

part 1 | masterlist

you stand off to the side of the stage, a backstage pass hanging around your neck. the entire backstage is covered with crew and bands waiting to go up on stage. at the beginning of the show, you had an amazing view of atsumu and his bandmates. watching as he'd peek back to see if he could meet your eyes.

your eyes always seemed so bright in movies, and he wanted to see it for himself. watch as they glow with the overhead lights. as if it were a movie, him running down the stairs and wrapping you up in his arms. despite not knowing him for years, he feels like you've always been there.

however, as atsumu sings, he can't seem to find you, the backstage too dimly lit. especially as passing people push you towards a corner, nearly out of sight. luckily for you though, you can still see him finish his routine. his hands thrown up as he finishes his final song. people cheer louder than you're used to, especially as you never got a chance to really go to a concert.

he quickly rushes to the stairs on the side of the stage, searching for you. it truly felt like one of the movies you were in, the way his gaze falls on you, face softening. atsumu's more handsome than you could've ever imagined. the way his hair falls forehead, stray pieces matted to his skin.

"y/n!" he shouts, making his way to you through the crowd, ignoring his brother's request for him to greet the fans.

you make your way to him, mouth open, not quite knowing what to say. you had been obsessed with his music ever since he started, and he watched every film you were in. it's like you knew each other through it all, despite only now meeting. "you did great!" you shout over the noise of the crowd chanting for an encore.

"if i go back on there for another song, will you wait for me?" he shouts back, trying to get close to your ear for you to really hear him.

"of course! what's a few more minutes?"

a smile stretches across atsumu's face, only disappearing when osamu makes his way over to get atsumu back to the stage. truthfully, you’d wait a year if it meant getting to see him smile again, watching as his eyes search yours.

a/n: sorry if this isn’t the best! this is the first oneshot i’m doing like this ://

#haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #the boyfriend ballad #atsumu miya fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hq atsumu #hq x reader #haikyuu #smau

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unknownmads · 1 year

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what if i start writing some little head cannons just littles things like Roommate Osamu or Rockstar Suna or even Tattoo Artist Suna these are just some ideas. as well as a few things of atsumu and bokuto. and some others if the ideas come or requests!!

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brutallygod · 2 months

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minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, dubcon, weed usage, use of 'baby' as a term of endearment. a/n: just wanna say i miss getting high </3

thinking about the rockstar with his groupie lover again and!!

it's after his show and he's giving you weed for the first time. the high makes you extra sensitive—his hand is warm against your exposed thighs and you're growing wetter after each drag of the joint. you feel warm and light, floaty as you whimper and wiggle, trying to find some relief.

"oh, you're lovely like this," he comments, staring into your reddening eyes and smirking a bit. "you're so sensitive, baby." his fingers trail upwards, under your short skirt as you moan and whimper for him.

"please," you plea, not knowing what you're begging for but he seems to know. his middle finger slides your panties to the side before he's running his pointer finger along your wet folds. you moan loudly at the first though, wiggling your hips and trying to get closer to him. the rush of pleasure is intense under the influence of the weed.

"you're already so wet," it's said with reverence before he slowly pushes his finger into your little hole, which easily takes it.

he runs the pads of his finger along your wet walls, teasing you before beginning to slowly finger you. even with the slow teasing, you're gushing and letting out pretty noises. you're pleading for more and he easily gives it to you. he sinks a second finger in and begins to truly fuck you with his long digits. you gasp out his name and close your eyes, arching your back as you grind against his fingers. he rubs against your sweet spot and that, combined with the effects of the weed, has you cumming.

"oh i definitely should get you high more often."

eren yeager, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, todoroki touya / dabi, childe, blade (hsr) + your fav!

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