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satoruzlove · 1 year

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very random hcs that i have for hq characters

sakusa kiyoomi , suna rin , atsumu miya

sakusa kiyoomi loves bubble wrap. as a kid whenever his mother would open packages he’d immediately go and snatch up the wrap and pop it as he watched tv. now as an adult, when opening his own packages you see him completely by passing the product in the box at first and taking a fist of the wrap - squashing it all at once - and pausing.he’s still with the wrap balled in his fist. it’s like his brain is soaking it in. once he’s done , he will proceed with his package.

sakusa kiyoomi has a thing for long eyelashes. he himself has long, thick lashes. they’re very curly and hard not to notice. he always feels when one falls and he always. makes. a . wish. on. it. he’ll hold the small hair on his large finger, muttering under his mask and then lifting the mask to blow it. when he met you, he’s always quick to chime a ,” oh , you have a lash,” and he carefully takes it in his hand so you can blow it with a wish.

sakusa kiyoomi cries when he expresses his feelings. personally, i do this too and it comes from two things . first being that because he doesn’t do it often, it really overwhelms him when it bubbles over and second being that he doesn’t understand why he can’t articulate how he feels. it’s very frustrating for such an intellectual person to not be able to understand how he feels. so when he vents - he ponders for a bit, he may even stutter and his voice becomes thin, weak like glass. tears wash over his pretty lash line and spill when you tell him to take his time. it’s a very difficult thing to take dow his walls, and he cannot help but to be super emotional when doing so.

sakusa kiyoomi - does in fact- not smell like sanitiser ; but very strong lavender AND HEAR ME OUT N O W.

my first point of reasoning is that kiyoomi likes clean things, he likes feeling clean and smelling clean. his sister has a lavender tree at her home and he once grabbed some, the feeling of the liquid held in the leaves on his fingers. he brought it up to his nose and he was inlove. immediately got his own and got EVERYTHING lavender scented.

second point, kiyoomi is a pisces and he’s going to be inclined to feeling anxious a lot. he doesn’t like crowds. lavender is used commonly for anxiety relief and relaxation. kiyoomi tries to make it as strong as possible so that he can simply sniff his jacket if he’s feeling too overwhelmed. it’s a big comfort to him.

suna rin has an abnormally high body temperature. it’s mainly because of his high metabolism, but really he can’t explain it. he can’t wear anything warm and he always takes off his school blazer five minutes into registration. when you first felt his hand, you were severely taken aback by the feverish warmth of it. you asked if he was sick and he shook his head in confusion. you felt his neck, his forehead- same story. rin was just extremely warm. he loves putting his warm palms up your sides or on your cheeks, squishing them together and placing fat kisses on them. he’s your personal heater - and although he gets quite bothersome during summer- he will not be considerate. despite your pleas of “ rin, you’re hot-”,” oh? thanks , babe, but it’s bedtime-”,“get off me.” he will not move. he wants his cuddles.

suna rin doesn’t like babies. he likes kids, not babies. he will straight up say that a baby is ugly if provoked. even unprovoked too😭. will straight out say ‘ damn, that’s an ugly ass child’ earning glares from everyone around you. it’s funny , for the most part , how his words contradict with his actions . said ‘ugly ass child’ is in his arms a few moments later and he looks as if he was born to hold it. he peers down at the babe affectionately, cooing at it, and when you’re alone with the baby he musters ,” aren’t you the ugliest little thing?” in the sweetest voice he can. you nearly choke on your laughter, slapping his arm and telling him to quit it. still thinks the kid is ugly.

suna rin got the habit of taking pictures of everything from his mother. she loves capturing moments and even as a child she’d often take pictures of him doing mundane things such as playing with his baby sister or talking to his dad. rin grew up with the sentiment because he always wanted to remember little things for entertainment and the fondness of the memory. he takes candid pictures of you, sneezing or sleeping even, his answer to your many enquiries have the same answer : “ i never wanna forget anything that happens when i’m with you. “ for a second you think someone’s taken your actual boyfriend, but when he scoffs at your warm cheeks- calling you a simp- you’re sure he’s just the sweetest person you’ve ever met naturally .

atsumu miya is scared of butterflies. he thinks their little legs are absolutely horrific , and they’re basically flying ants. when his family visited the butterfly farm years ago, they put one on his palm and he immediately burst into tears. he shook his hand to remove it and when his mother calmed him down he explained that ,” it jus’ feels so icky, ma! they’re gross!” and he NEVER spoke of it again. whenever you see a butterfly and grab your phone for a picture, he grimaces. “ why do you like those ugly things, babe? they’re fuckin’ awful.” he mutters to you. you give him a bored look, and retort quickly ,” you mean you’re awful- and you have no balls an-“,” heYY WATCH IT!”

atsumu miya is the hairiest man you’ll ever meet. it’s just everywhere. thick, dark brown hair coats his arms, legs, chest at a young age, he has a wild happy trail and his eyebrows are extremely thick. they used to be very unkept until highschool , when he was made fun of for both his eyebrows and trail- so he shaved them. in college he became less self conscious, and you started tweezing his brows for him. he would sit you on his lap, watching you focus and yelping every few minutes. “ ah- baby, gentle with me now,” he whines softly.you mutter a small apology and rub the now hairless spot, to which he hums and holds your waist tighter.

atsumu miya is a daddy’s boy. he’s so close with his father it’s crazy. his mother tended to side with osamu, and she was the one who taught him to cook, so atsumu just leaned towards his dad. of course, the man never minded it and took in all the love his son had to give. they spoke about everything, and on his dad’s 70th birthday atsumu had gotten him a new car. there was a letter on the front seat that read ,” i could never give back what you did for me, papa, but i’ll try anyways. just know that when i’m workin’ hard , i’m tryin’ ta be like you.” they both cried that day. it was beautiful.

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sunarintarotea · 1 year

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❥ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

a/n: one of my lovely moots requested some suna headcanons, and i am trying to branch out and post more than one head canon daily <3 enjoy!

🂲 🂳 🂴 🂵 🂶 🂷 🂸 🂹 🂺 🂻 🂽 🂾

•suna loves matcha tea, and he makes his own lattes before school almost every morning

•suna, osamu, and atsumu go skating together every now and then, but none of them are good at it so they just look like idiots. suna is just proud he is not the worst out of the three.

•suna sneaks snacks into the movies, and he once shoved an entire entree up his hoodie and didn’t get caught

•suna loves honeydew

•suna let’s his sister paint his nails, but only on one hand. he never bothers to take it off

•suna tried getting one of atsumu and osamu’s fights posted to worldstar but it was rejected because it wasn’t “intense” enough

•suna has to sleep with a fan on, and if it is turned off while he is sleeping, he will immediately wake up to turn it back on

•suna wears “chanel bléu” cologne

all content belongs to @sunarintarotea. do not steal, plagiarize, modify, repost or share this content onto any other platforms.

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mavrintarou · 1 year

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Christmas Morning - Suna Rintarou [2]

Happy New Years all! I hope to deliver stories we all desire for and complete my other ones lol

Warning: I'm starting the year with a bang of explicit contents (sorry not sorry) 18+

First part <<<>>> Third part

Two Christmas ago, Rintarou had hired an escort to be his plus one for their Japan Volleyball Association Winter Gala.

Your friend, Wendy, who is an escort, could not go after catching a stomach flu. Since middle school, you two have been mistaken plenty of times as sisters when you two had no blood relationship whatsoever.

Wendy had begged you on her knees, willing to pay you double the cost just for you to take her spot for one night because she can’t risk losing this job, so she would rather risk having you take her spot.

Knowing you could use the money, you agreed.

You pretend to be Wendy for the night under the alias name of Vylet.

That night was only supposed to be your fake Cinderella story.

You were only supposed to be his escort, a professional that served a purpose.

Your first initial impression of Suna Rintarou changed throughout the night. From someone who was very serious and almost no expression changed as you got to know him.

He’s not so bad, you thought at one point. He was actually funny, sarcastic yet kind. He was nothing but a gentleman to you.

And a gentleman in bed.

Exactly like Cinderella, you left his warm bed after midnight, with him deeply asleep.

You returned to your normal life, returning to your job working as a librarian. Hiding behind thick rim glasses and the exotic book you sneak to read during your passing time.

Two days after that amazing night, you would have never imagine the seven missed calls and over thirty text messages from Wendy was going to change your life.

Call me ASAP.

Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?

THIS GUY IS FUCKEN CRAZY!

WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME!

You flinched the moment you returned her call, and she was yelling at you.

“He wants you!” Was the first thing she shouted. “He fucken wants you again!”

Forget a hello.

. .

“You need to calm down,” you whisper, walking away to a quiet room. Good thing the library was closing and there wasn’t many people left. “What are you talking about?”

Wendy takes a deep breath. “He came to my work place today asking for me… asking for you!”

You’re so confused. “Who?”

“SUNA RIN!” You flinched, holding the phone away from your ear. “Suna Rin, the guy you banged!”

You’re still confused. “What? Why?”

“You tell me! You probably gave him some good ass sex so he’s coming back. He came in and directly talked to my manager, asking for me – asking for you – that was me. Wanted a to reserve me for a months’ time.” She paused to breathe, “I had no idea, when I went to meet him the first thing that came out of his mouth was, ‘You’re not Vylet.’.”

She yelled your name again, “you gotta help me… we need to tell him the truth or else he’s going to get me fired. First… you weren’t supposed to sleep with him and second… he knows the truth.” Her voice whined, “I can’t get fired Y/n… you gotta meet him.”

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Two days later, you still haven’t found the courage to message Suna Rintarou.

Wendy’s patience was running low, and she was begging you to reach out to him. He gave her three days for you to reach out to him.

“Is it three full days or two full days and at midnight of the third –“ your muttering gets cut off at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You calmly turned your head, and you nearly lost your balance on the gliding ladder when you realized who it was. The library book you were trying to put back in its original spot slipped from your grip falling onto the carpet floor with a loud thud.

Like a fool you fumble to regain your grip on the wooden ladder. “You…”

He steps forward, pushing himself off the book shelves, “me, Suna Rintarou.” He nodded his head downward, to indicate for you to step down.

Very carefully and painfully slow, you stepped down with one hand while the other pressed behind your behind. It was not a good day to wear a below the knee-length flowy skirt.

To be fair, it was ten minutes to closing time and your other coworkers would round up everyone to close up so you didn’t think you would have to worry about anyone coming to find you. Besides, you were all female librarians and you all wore skirts.

A palm is thrusted towards you, “let me help you.”

“I can manage, thank you.” You mumble, taking the last four steps. He had already grabbed the fallen book, holding it by his side. “I can… take that.”

He shifts his hand, keeping it away from you when you attempted to reach for it. “I’ve been looking and waiting for you.”

Normally, if you had read that line in a novel, it would have gotten your heart racing and panties bunching up. You liked men who were straight forward. Especially your male-lead characters.

Now, a hot ass stud is saying that to you in real life.

“I was… going to reach out.” You mutter quietly.

He leans down, a brow raised. “Were you?��

You can only nod, speechless.

“You had me fooled, Vylet.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can blurt.

“Are you?” Something flashes in his eyes, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “You see, Vylet,” his finger touches your jaw, “you hurt me by leaving that night like that. I thought what we shared was deep and more than a fling?” His green eyes were captivating, making you feel hypnotized. “Do you know how I feel not only waking up alone? But to wanting you again and request for you only to be greeted by another face?”

With each tiny step you took backwards, he took a full one to make sure there are no space in between you two. “At first glance, I almost thought she was you, but it only took me a few seconds to realize, she was not you.” You froze in place when he lowers his head until the tip of his nose brushes against your neck. A finger tugs at your turtle neck and you knew what he was looking for, “because she didn’t have the mark I gave you.”

You gasp the moment you made it home and saw your reflection in the mirror. You had one very large hickey in plain sight and many others scattered everywhere else. Even your turtle neck tops could not completely hide the prominent red mark.

Were you so lost in your exotic mind that you didn’t even realize he was a non-blood sucking beast?

Snapping out of your lost thoughts, you gently slapped his hand away and took a full step back, adjusting your clothes. “I’m sorry I deceived you. I’m sure by now you know why and what happened, and I am truly sorry… your feelings were hurt, Mr. Suna.”

His brows rose and head tilted, “you seriously going to call me Mr. Suna after I had you screaming Rin that night?”

“Can you not talk so loud.” You gritted, you peeked behind him, it was a matter of time before someone will find him. “I said I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You’re not off the hook just because you apologized.”

Your ears perked as you hear the click of one of your co-worker’s heels.

Coming closer.

“It’s closing time, you need to leave.” You tried to turn him around, but he wouldn’t budge.

“What was that?” Rin suddenly said loud and clear, purposedly. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he continued speaking loudly, “how are you going to make –“

“The library is closed now, please see your way to the exit.” It was your supervisor’s voice.

“Rin,” you whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want, just… go.”

“What time do you get off?”

You blink, “what?”

His eyes are leveled with yours; you don’t realize the height difference until now. “I asked you what time you get off, I don’t want you running away on me again. We’re going to talk tonight, after you get off of work.”

A deep sigh leaves your lungs, “thirty minutes top if there aren’t too many books to be put back.”

“I’ll wait for you in the parking lot then,” a fast hand snakes behind the back of your head and your lips are pressed against his. Your body betrays you, your eyes closing, your mouth opens to meet his hungrily too.

He pulls away, leaving you both breathless and lips tingling. “If you run away, I’ll find you.”

The cold winter air hits you as soon as you exit the library doors. You shrink further into the fluffy soft scarf around your neck.

His car… you’re positive it’s his car because a normal person wouldn’t ride their fancy expensive sports car to the library.

The car shifts into gear and reverses out of the parking space. Your feet stops, it’s him, right?

The dark tinted window rolled down, “what are you waiting for? Get in?”

You fumble with the seatbelt in his car when two large hands takes over, buckling you in place. He looks at you with amused eyes, “let’s go?”

“Where are we going?”

“To eat.”

The thirty-minute car ride was the longest of your life. Neither of you spoke so you listen to him quietly sing along to some songs he had playing quietly.

Pretty face and nice voice, you thought.

But your mind reverts back to your inner consciences.

The angel that’s sitting on your right shoulder is asking you why you are sitting in the car with this man you barely know of. “This is a red flag!”

The devil on your left shoulder responds snarky, “barely know of? Homegirl got the best D from this guy – she knows this man.”

You shake your head, shooing the unhelpful voices in your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you.” Rin answers, as if heard the voices. “Yet.”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes, pushing your glasses up. “What exactly do you want from me?”

With one hand on the steering wheel and looking straight ahead, he was the perfect image you imagine when you’re reading your novel and the author describes the male lead’s physique driving.

Sharp jawline.

Define nose.

“Done checking me out?”

You make a face at him when he quickly glances over at you with a grin on his face. “Yes,” you answered.

He shifts his focus back on the road, his other hand rubs his chin. “What exactly do I want from you, you ask?” he paused, “I have two answers for you, which one do you want first?”

“What kind of answers are they?”

“Good ones, of course.”

Letting out a huff and puff, “what are your answers?”

He holds one finger up and doesn’t hesitate to respond, “one, I want sex with you again. In my bed, preferably. Like, as much as possible.” A second finger pops up, “and two, I want to continue what we had that night, meaning, being no-strings but exclusive to each other because I don’t want to share you.”

This man has been nothing but upfront with you.

You’ve read these lines in your exotic romance novels plenty of time and now you’re beating yourself as you would always wish for a hot male blood to say this to you.

And how you could see yourself agreeing to have no-string-attachment relationships.

And now, you have someone saying it to you and you’re not sure how you feel about it.

Your mouth opens but no words come out. You close your mouth and inhale sharply.

“Are you normally this straightforward and honest?” you glance at him.

His head bobbles as he ponders, “yeah, you could say.” He looks at you for a second before eyes are on the road again. “Definitely straightforward but honest, maybe a little bit more honest than usual because it’s you.”

“Why?” you ask quietly after a few seconds of silence. “I am nothing in your league. As you can see, I’m just a librarian and I obviously don’t look like I did that night.”

Wendy had completely transformed you that night, turning you into someone even you couldn’t recognize under all that heavy expensive makeup.

“I don’t have an answer for you right now, maybe later? But all I can tell you right now is that I am obsessed with you for some reason, and I cannot shake it off.” You feel him glance over at you, “for the record, I don’t normally get attached to anyone.” After a solid minute, “you don’t get it, do you?”

Looking at him with confused look, “get what?”

He doesn’t answer you, but you guys pull up in front of a tall building. “Let’s go eat.”

You trail behind him as he leads you towards the elevator. The place was fancy and sophisticated.

Like a gentleman, he holds the elevator doors until you enter before following you. “Back to our conversation in the car, you don’t get it, do you?”

“No.” You replied, looking at him from the reflection of the doors.

In a heartbeat, you’re barricaded by his arms. He lowers himself until he’s eye level with you, “it means that you made it challenging for me get over you and no matter what I do the last couple of days, you’re all I want.”

His face comes closer to yours, his lips only inches centimeters away but it doesn’t touch yours.

Yet.

His eyes are on your lips and his head tilts and just before what you felt like he was going to kiss you, the door dings open.

He looks just as disappointed as you, his tongue clicks, and he steps back from you. “Come, let’s go eat.”

You don’t complain when he takes you by your hand leading you and you pray your palm doesn’t become sweaty.

. .

“Order whatever you like please, this meal is on me.”

Your eyes scan the menu, and everything was insanely expensive. “I’ll have whatever you’re having too.”

His gaze on you for a second before his lips curve, “sounds good.”

You stare awkwardly at each other after the waitress walks away after taking your orders. “I’m not sure… so,” you crack your knuckles. “So, so you want to be,” you lean in and whispered, “friends with –?”

He seems amused at everything you’ve been saying. “Fuck buddies… friends with benefits… sure? That’s what I want. Are you down?”

“Friends with no benefits.” You corrected. You waited until he gave you his full undivided attention. “Just sex. No staying the night, no dinner like this, nothing that will come with feelings.”

Rin stares at you for a few seconds. “Okay but let’s finish this dinner as part of sealing the deal.”

“Part?”

“And then we go back to my place and complete the final part.”

The headboard of Rin’s bed knocked into the wall with each hard thrust.

You didn't get the chance to finish your food before he got up and came around to pull you out of your seat and walking out of the restaurant.

The elevators went up many floors and into private hallways.

Apparently, he lived in the same building.

“Ah! Ri – Rin!” he thrust particularly hard, hitting deep. He’s held down both your wrists keeping you from touching him. His mouth is busy sucking on the skin of your neck.

As soon as your top came off and he saw the visible yet healing mark he left days ago. His thumb pressed against the purple shade skin. “Your skin is so beautiful… I want to mark every inch of it.”

And he did. Everywhere.

“Rin,” you moaned when his thrusts fasten. The pressure is released from your wrist and large hands pushes your thighs into your chest. Your inner thighs had teeth markings all over.

His eyes follow your line of vision, and he gives your thighs a handful squeeze. “You have…” he thrusts deep and grinds his hips, “the most exquisite body I have ever touched…” he chokes on his words and grins, “fuck… squeeze me like that… your pussy is heaven…”

His hips roll thrice before you shiver in ecstasy.

Your body jerks momentarily before Rin follows.

. .

“You’re up to something… I don’t know what but something about you is different.”

You look up at Wendy with confusion. It has been a few weeks since you last saw her, or talked to her.

Because you have also been busy with a certain person. “I’m not up to anything at all?”

Her eyes narrow suspiciously at you. “You’re… glowing. Not in a pregnant way but like… your skin is like poppin’ and you just reek…” she gasped, “you’re sleeping with someone, aren’t you!?”

You make a face at her and grit, “can you keep your voice down please!”

Her eyes widen, “with that dude?”

You mutter a yes, stuffing your mouth with food.

“Wow. So, are you two a thing?”

You shake your head, “no.”

“So, you two just fucking each other?”

“Your mouth is so vulgar.”

Wendy sneer, “please, I’m sure a face like Suna, his mouth is nothing but filth in bed, right?”

You don’t answer because she is damn right.

A few hours ago, he unexpectedly stopped by your library during your lunch break. He showed up with food and together you both sat in his car eating in the back of the library parking lot. This was only an exception since he was going to be gone for four days overseas for a game.

With less than ten minutes left, he was determined to make use of it.

You gave him a wary look as he pat his thighs, “come here.” Your heart leaps every time when he makes such fucken sexy demands. But you don't allow him to get away with it every time. You raise a brow at him, and his cheeky ass would flash a smile at you before adding, “please.”

With only nine minutes left, you climb over the middle console and swing your legs over his lap. Your legs widen to accommodate his thick muscular thighs.

Which you adored grazing your palm against when you’re on your knees with him inside of your mouth.

The top of your head meets the top of his car, and you hold onto his shoulders for support as he lifts your skirt until he can slip his hand underneath, fingers hooking your panties aside. “You’re so wet already?”

“Just hurry, you got seven minutes now.”

He hums and press his face against your breast, “stop wearing so many clothes. I don’t have enough time to undo these fucken small buttons.” You had your blouse on as well as your cardigan over, it wasn’t your fault he showed up at work with your usual work attire. “Lower your hips, baby.” He chuckles and you know why, “you love it when I call you baby, huh? You clench tighter.” Lately he’s been cocky about doing things to you or saying things to you to rail you up and loving the reaction he gets out of it.

Glancing up at you with his green puppy eyes he asks, “can I call you baby all the time now?”

His long fingers slips wholly inside of you and slap a hand over your mouth – remembering you guys are out in public.

You feel a pinch and gasp, looking down at him as he bites your breast through the clothing materials. “Give me permission, or else I won’t let you cum on my fingers.”

Rin always asks for permission, usually, after he’s done it, but he always asks for permission to do it again if he knows you enjoyed it as much as he did.

Like tying your wrists up and blind folding you.

Like using the vibrator as he slowly fucks you.

“Ah, ok – okay fine!” You didn’t want to cum on his fingers, you wanted to cum on his cock.

Especially if you were going to be four days without it.

Rin slips his fingers out of you, and you look down at him disappointedly.

“You want my cock?”

Had you spoken out loud?

“Tell me now, baby, cause you have five minutes left...” He was rushing you now.

“Fine – yes hurry.”

He slips himself out easily with his joggers and you both freeze. “I don’t have a condom.”

You didn’t either.

He swears under his breath, and you say the craziest thing. “Cum inside of me.”

Didn’t need to tell him twice.

In three minutes, the both of you were shaking in bliss. “Fuck,” he swears breathless, “this is am – mazing… so perfect…” he groans when your walls tremble around his sensitive cock.

His cum shooting inside of you was a different type of heaven but you agree with him that not having a condom this time around was perfect.

With a minute remaining, he combs your long curls behind your ear, “this isn’t how I had imagine cumming inside of you would be like… I don’t think I can go back.”

You returned to work through the back doors with wobbly legs. You feel stickiness between your thighs and hurry towards the bathroom. Lifting your skirt up you grab some napkin, quickly wiping the residue between your legs.

You’ve read it many times in your novels and it's exactly how authors describes it.

Like Rin, you don't think you can go back either.

“Earth to Y/n?”

You look up at Wendy and she rolls her eyes. “You are so whipped for him.”

. . .

E/N: #hornyjail

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rinslutz · 2 years

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ᥫ᭡ suna boyfriend texts

suna x fem!reader — warnings: none

taglist: (open)

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lowkeyremi · 3 months

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happy late birthday to sunarin !!!

my silly little internet boy

#suna rintaro #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#suna rin #rintaro suna

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otakubabe420 · 1 year

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It took me way too long to finally post my all time favorite, but I just really didn’t want it to be a dud and I finally had the time to devout a few hours to him. I love Suna more than anything 😩 I’ve definitely cried over him before... oops

Adding the playlist I made. Gotta admit there’s a few random guilty pleasure songs. Don’t judge me

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lunaviee · 8 months

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bros the type of boyfriend to go on a shopping spree behind your back and buy you hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars worth of stuff all because of one thing;

“what the hell- why’d you buy all this??”

“well because i yelled at you when i shouldn’t have 2 months ago”

“..i got over that like 2 days after it happened..”

“but i didnt, this is my apology”

“you’ve apologized a million times ever since it happened what do you mean-”

REO., rin, sae, ISAGI, kaiser, itadori, GOJO, oikawa, ATSUMU, suna, CHUUYA. , tecchou,+ your fav(s)!

ohh ummm hey guyssss…..erm i’m not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!! also first time “writing” anything for jjk so uh sorry if it’s ooc just bear with me here

#✮ vie’s demons #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x reader #reo mikage x reader #itoshi sae x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #michael kaiser x reader #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #satoru gojo x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #miya atsumu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader

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starreo · 4 months

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multi-character drabble.

includes cheating, alcohol consumption, adult themes so, mdni.

you don't understand why he's dating your best friend. you're so much better than her. you make him a wholesome breakfast when she has to rush to see a friend, you drive him home when he gets drunk, crying about how he's probably never going to find anyone who loves him as much as he loves them, and you bring him hot soup when he wakes up with a hangover.

when he comes over to see her and she suddenly has to see a friend of hers, refusing to mention the name when you ask, you keep him company...ordering takeout, pouring drinks, and talking for hours, before she comes back, a little too happy, starting to be handsy as she sits on his lap, "c'mon, baby, wan' you so bad" his slightly conflicted eyes stare at your disappointed ones for a minute before taking her to bed, leaving you alone on the couch.

on his birthday, which his lovely girlfriend almost forgets about, you gift him that video game he'd been wanting for so long...you, stand in the long line in the heat to get your hands on it before it sells out. "heard you talking about it last month, so i thought it'll be a good gift for your birthday."

and it was. which is why, to thank you, he invited you over to his place, something about wanting to teach you how to play it...but you didn't care much about that, did you?

you'd gotten yourself a bikini wax the day before, so you opted for a manicure and pedicure right now, choosing the color red to paint on your nails. that was his favorite. he'd told you that when he saw you in your body-hugging, red tube dress at his birthday party. "seeing you in that color is...dangerous...makes me wanna do things i shouldn't..."

so you weren't delusional...sure, you weren't a good best friend, but she didn't deserve him...he was so sweet, so kind, so hot, so perfect, and that bitch, she cheated on him, multiple times, laughing as she told you about it.

"t-thank you-fuck..." he whispered, his cold breath hit your cunt, planting a quick kiss on your ankle, as his fingers spread your sticky cum across your folds, making a mess before he plopped them in his mouth, sucking your slick off...he looked into your teary eyes, taking his fingers out and leaning forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.

as he distracted you with his kiss, his cock easily slipping inside of your slippery entrance, smiling as you gasped into the kiss. so tight. so warm. so perfect. "y'er s-so good, y/n...so good to m-me, fuck i think i'm in love with you-"

eren jaeger, nagi, gojo satoru, reo, suna rintarou, hiori, isagi yoichi, rin, chifuyu matsuno. + your favs <3

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renardiererin · 1 year

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tattoo artist!suna who uses his surprising strength to keep your legs spread open with his head a little bit too close to your pussy as he presses the ink into the spot on your inner thigh you requested

tattoo artist!suna whose breathing gets heavier everytime you whimper at the pain of the needle

tattoo artist!suna who “accidentally” runs his fingertips lightly over your nipples when you come back in the next week saying you want a tattoo under your boob

tattoo artist!suna who holds you tightly by your throat when you say you want a tattoo on your collarbone

tattoo artist!suna who puts his thumb on your bottom lip and pulls it down with a light pinch of the flesh when you say you want a tattoo on the inside of your bottom lip

“this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty. you sure you’re ready?”

tattoo artist!suna who can barley contain himself when you realize the pain of a lip tattoo was worse than you expected, as you wrap your hands in his hair and tense every muscle in your body.

tattoo artist!suna who- once you’re dating, and have gotten used to him giving you random little tattoos at home all the time- will hold a pretty vibrator in your dripping pussy, overstimulating you and your pretty clit until you’re crying and shaking as he tells you to stay still so he can finish the tattoo on the back of your thigh

“stay still, doll face, i can’t fuck this up. the more you shake, the harder it is to ink you up”

tattoo artist!suna who happily engraves his name in your thigh, opposite of the spot where he gave you your first tattoo that time when he wanted so badly to take off your little shorts and dive into your pretty pussy right then.

tattoo artist!suna who now knows you’re his and his only, and can fulfill the fantasies that once clouded his brain.

tattoo artist!suna who forces patience out of himself so that first thing when he’s done writing his name on your thigh he can slide off your thin underwear and tell you for the thousandth time about how to take care of a new tattoo in between licks up your pussy, until he’s done and can finally tonguefuck his pretty girl into orgasm.

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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-fluffy scenarios to think about

suna rin + graduation, osamu miya + quality time, akaashi keiji + family vacation, tooru oikawa + late night talks, kuroo tetsurou + ‘ studying’ [ barely any work done. just two very inlove people☹️✊]

- mention of family , cursing, shitty wigs, horrible chemistry/ physics pick up lines that i formulated on the spot, lots of fluff

≈ suna rin

you all sat together in the front row , ‘ all ’ meaning your entire friend group. you were between your best friend shreya and your boyfriend- rin. the headmaster of your uni was going on about being proud of your year’s class, much to your boyfriend’s dismay, as he quite literally refused to focus. the boy’s knee bounced , and when it wasn’t he was pulling at the threads on your distressed jeans. if not that, he was on his phone, texting you to complain.

after another ten minutes, the speech came to an end and everyone- except rin- clapped happily as a bitter sweet feeling settled into the pit of your stomach. it held an ache in your chest, a heavy feeling behind your eyes. after today, there would be no more mid night cramming with shreya, no more playful banter with your professors, no more lunch hall shenanigans. on the other side of things, you’d finally be able to do what you love, no more studying and exam stress, life was actually starting. everything you’ve ever worked for. bitter sweet was nearly an understatement.

your class was called on, and your posture stiffened. rin glanced over at you, large palm coming up to squeeze your shoulder. “ don’t be nervous , babe ” he whispered , “ they’re all gonna be looking at headmaster’s fake ass wig- not us.” and that surely eased your mind, earning a giggle. it was called by random, you watched your classmates walk up and accept their diplomas happily. rin’s name was called, and he let out an annoyed sigh- loud enough for your professor to hear- and got up. he accepted the paper with a bored expression, smiling only when his mother lifted her phone to take a picture and then resting his face again. he sent you a wink, then walking off. you shook your head at him, just thinking about the ‘ so he’s winking at you now ?’ comments from your family was giving you a headache.

your name is called and you nearly trip getting up from your seat. all your classmates are cheering for you, but nothing could beat rin’s gutteral , animalistic howls of ‘ THAT’S MY FUCKING YN ’. your entire family was staring at him, even the professors were side - eyeing him. your boyfriend supported you with zero shame, his phone in hand as he recorded the moment - precious, he thought. as you stepped off your friends hugged you, including rin. the rest of the ceremony was monotone, boring even.

you all dispersed with a few hugs and cheesy words shared, and your family spotted you and rin. they beckoned the pair of you over, and you got nervous all over again. they didn’t really know you two we’re together- just that something was going on. when he introduced himself as your boyfriend, you nearly slapped his eyeliner directly off of his face. it took everything in you not to hit him. to your surprise, your parents loved him. he was funny, the kids loved him, and it helped that he was in your class . they automatically assumed he was smart. he was not.

you allowed them to believe it, though. better for you, i guess? they chatted for a bit more, going a little into your relationship and good god was rin really pushing it. he went on to say that he’s never met anyone like you, how you’re the only reason he passed - or else ‘ the stress would’ve seriously taken me out!’. your family was smiling widely, giggling along and gushing at their soon- to- be son - in- law, and you didn’t miss the way rin’s green eyes slid over to you- taking you in. the cap on your head and the dust of pink on your cheeks was precious, and made graduating college just that more special.

≈osamu miya

samu is boring as fuck. sure, he’s funny , he’s a great chef, he likes sports , he’s amazing at cards, but when it comes to being in a relationship he can be lame. not because he doesn’t care, nor him just not liking you- but because everything to him is special with you. so even if it meant sitting on your bed silently as you both did different things, as you were right now, he loved it. he lain next to you, phone in hand as he read some random recipe and you were attempting to read a book. samu kept shuffling, and you never spared him a glance . if you did, you’d notice that his eyes trained on you. tracing your features, the way your eyes skipped over the words and the way a smile played on your face when you read something funny. samu really liked your face. it was expressive, soft, his favorite. unique , too.

when you went to rub your eyes, you became aware of his own grey pair on you. putting the book down, you mirrored his actions. he smiled now, whispering a , “ hey,” and squashing his cheeks into the white pillow beneath his head. you blink at him, smiling as well, “ hello, samu,” you reply. he scoots closer, taking your form into his chest and wrapping his soft, strong arms around you. “ i like you alot “ he mumbles into your ear. you laugh lightly, looking up and face centimetres away from his. “ we’re married, i would really be concerned if you didn’t,” you retorted. he snorts at your words, hand behind your neck to force you into his chest. “ shut your smart mouth, i was trying to be cute, but fuck you,” samu said with faux hurt. his words didn’t match his actions, his hand coming up to your head and scratching your scalp lovingly as he littered the crown of your head in small kisses. he might be boring, but in the best way possible.

≈ akaashi keiji

keiji nearly shat his pants when you told him that your family wanted him to come on your annual trip. it was enough to rip him from his literature assignment. he questioned, doe eyes batting at you in confusing and mouth agape as you explained what it was, when it was, and why he was invited. he agreed eventually, and that’s how you were in this position. it was around christmas- so it was absolutely freezing at the resort. your entire family had gone to bed already, leaving you and your gorgeous boyfriend alone in the large living room. he sat next to you, legs crossed and your own thrown across them as he sipped some chai. the fire place crackled, snapped, popped into the silence - but that was the only noise in the room. it was dead quiet.

he looks up at you from his drink , head now rested on the back of the couch. he took you in, the warm hues of the fire on your skin and reflecting on your irises, the blown out pupils you sported as you seemed to be in a daze. keiji tapped your calf, and your head snapped to meet his. he smiles, hand cupping your face as the warmth that it took in from his drink washed over your skin. “ this is peaceful, you know,” he starts . he’s looking at you with intent - almost something like purpose. he’s looking for something. you cock a brow at him as he goes on ,” being with you is so peaceful . this is how i imagine us to be like, waaay into the future. when college is over.” he says, his voice was wearing down into a whisper. you wondered why.

your expression was soft, curious as you replied ,” would you want that? for it to be quiet like this, just us,” you enquire. he answers almost instantly , “ absolutely.i’d never want it another way- why would i? i don’t really , uh, yknow,” he smiles down at his drink , hand leaving your face,” i’m not exactly one for noise or people- and once usually brings the other so, i just want us,” his eyes meet yours once more, twinkling in delight and pure content,” because being with you is peace , regardless of who’s around.” you don’t reply for a moment, and keiji swears he could burst. he’s found what he was looking for- a look of affection adorning your gorgeous face - a look of love - of reciprocation.

≈tooru oikawa

your eyes were burning, honestly you had no idea how the hell you were still awake. you were on cold grass - the grass of your campus grounds- next to your best friend. well, not only your best friend, the love of your life. the exchange student that came in from japan in your second year , speaking perfect english and attracting every woman in sight. you never understood why he chose you to be close with, considering that he had a pick of the whole fucking campus. he always said that ‘ you’ll understand at some point , yn ‘ and you begun to think ‘ some point ‘ was never. the cool mid night air was cruel and aggressive on the exposed skin of your knees and hands, but you said nothing. you were afraid of stopping tooru’s flow of word. he was talking about how he believes that the ocean is another dimension- and that’s why we can’t go too far in without dying. interesting, but not as interesting as the fact that he hasn’t breathed or stopped to breathe in 56 seconds. without thinking you mutter , “ dude, inhale for a second,” with a small laugh. his head moves, he rolls his eyes at you as he says ,” i don’t need to,” and before you respond he carries on. you listen anyway.

tooru had a fat ass head. there was a reason for this. he had so many thoughts up there, about the world, others, the universe, volleyball, how hard he needs to work and you admired it. he was almost always doing something and you appreciated that when he wasn’t- he had you around. tooru noticed that you were quiet , and he sat up. you follow suit, your exhausted body screaming at you to get up. leave. go to sleep and talk tomorrow. but you couldn’t, not when you had him all to yourself for once. not when he wasn’t putting on his pretty boy act for once. not when he was finally getting a chance to be tooru.

“yn, if you’re tired we can go,” he whispers. you shake your head, almost frantically , “ no, it’s cool. it’s just cold,” you smile at him. he takes off his jersey, handing it to you and motioning for you to inch closer. you go, and he wraps you up in a hug. basking in it, you nuzzle into him- the built muscle of his chest and warmth of his neck. you hear him giggle, and for a moment you nearly pass a comment - but he yanks you down to the floor with him. in mere seconds you become a heap of giggles and ‘ oh my god, get off me !’ . it quickly dies out, but you don’t mind- as long as you’re here and he is too. just together, forever.

≈ kuroo tetsurou

“ no.” you say plainly , setting your book aside. your boyfriend tetsurou looks up, amused. “ no?” he echoes. you shake your head, sipping your coffee and distastefully eyeing your chemistry text book. “ fuck no. “ you say. he throws his head back in laughter , tilting his head at you, “ why does this matter ? i don’t care about the ten prefixes used on molecular compounds, tetsu. it’s dumb. “ you say. he gasps, dramatically of course, and says ,” first of all how fucking dare you, and second,” he gets up to sit with you,” whyd you take the course then? it isn’t compulsory for occupational therapy.” he’s trying to get you to admit it. he knows why. you did this course to be with him because your courses didn’t align at all and it made your parents happy. but you’d rather drop dead than admit it.

“ asshole,” you mutter - to your book or your boyfriend, you do not know. he laughs once more, holding your hands in his and faking a pleading look. you’re already annoyed and he has yet to speak. “ baby,” he starts with some real gusto, “ if you tell me, i’ll give you the cheat sheet.” he tempts you. your head whips around and you nearly give yourself whip lash, but your speak with betrayal ,” you have a fucking cheat sheet ? and you’re only saying it now? “ you’re only a couple misguided words from tackling him straight to hell. he puts his hands up in defense, boyish grin on his face . “ in my defense , you didn’t ask me.” and that right there is what sent you over.

you throw your textbook at him, and he dodges easily. you huff at tetsurou, “ whatever, kuroo.” and he immediately groans. bingo. he envelopes you , hands snaking onto you and voice sweet- sticky, almost noticing in your ears. he chuckles darkly , and you feel heat rise to your ears . his lips ghost the shell of your ears, goosebumps raising on your skin.

he pauses , big hands on your meaty sides as he says, “ god, is your mass large ?’cause i’m fuckin’ attracted to you , baby.”

#suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa hcs #osamu miya #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #suna rin #kuroo fluff #i don’t know bruh anyways

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