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animatedrapture · 11 months

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im so sorry but timeskip tsukishima is actually. actually.

#HOT OH MY GOD ID CLIMB HIM #SUNARIN LOOK AWAY #CLOSE UR EYES SUNARIN #lmKFOAHKAHAHHAHAHA #; violet stfu

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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Im sorry, I have to bother Osamu

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“I swear to god I’m going to lock you in the bedroom.”

For whatever reason, Osamu decided that this was the night out he was going to dress down, usually sticking with jeans and a sweatshirt for most of the nights with the boys. Tonight however, he looks damn intoxicating, he looks like a bad mistake you’re more than willing to make: muscles jammed in a compression shirt that slightly cinches his waist, settled over the band of his grey sweats that cuff at his ankles. They sit low on his hips and good lord if he doesn’t hide the band of his boxers, you’re going to lose your mind.

“I look bad or somethin?”

“You think you’re gonna leave the house looking that fine! No. You look way too good to be sitting at Bokuto’s house. What do you think this is?”

He snickers as he ties his shoes, “baby, its just the boys-“

“I don’t trust you with that Sunarin. Don’t make me fight him off with a stick.”

He shakes his head and licks his lips, and you groan in frustration as he looks somehow even more fine looking.

He shakes his head and gently reaches up to rub his neck, “I'm so used to you being the eye candy, it's hard to think I could compete-"

“This is not about me,” you say breathlessly, and he gives you a quiet ‘sorry,’ before letting his shy, smiling face turn away. “You, Miya Osamu, are a god amongst mere maggots, and I shouldn’t have the permission to gaze upon you.”

He snorts and shakes his head, “you literally popped a black head on my nose yesterday, shut up.”

“That doesn’t stop you from being an absolute heartthrob.” Your swooning only makes his cheeks heat up more, and he chokes out a shy “stop,” before licking his teeth to try and break the smile on his now sore cheeks.

Quickly, you toss your arms around his neck and plant more than a few kisses to his jawline, noisy and wet, and it has him snorting.

“You’re so pretty,” you whine.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Literally going to wifey you up- you’re so handsome.”

“Shut up!” He titters.

You groan and gently cup his cheeks, “just a few more kisses, shut up and take them.” His lips are pursed out from the squishing of his cheeks as you plant a few kisses around his face, littering his nose and above his eyebrows. When you pass a kiss over his lips, he pushes out to chase the affection.

"You're so handsome." Kiss. "Truly ruining my life." Kiss. "I'd sacrifice my own left foot just to be in the same space as you." Your kiss moves up to his forehead, "literally let me be obsessed with you."

Kiss.

One long kiss.

You go to kiss him again, but you stop quickly as the consequences of your affection glares back at you. Instantly, your hands cover your mouth in shock, and he gives you a small chuckle as he quirks a brow at you, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Igaveyouahickey.”

“Huh?”

“Igaveyouahickey,” you repeat, your voice now pitched higher and more frantic. He chuckles again, this time a little more nervous before adjusting the tight cuff of his compression sleeve.

“Very funny, babe.”

You shake your head, “I wish I had those comedic capabilities, Osamu.”

With a gnaw of his lip, he gives you a deep inhale through his nose, “you gave me a hickey… on my forehead?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“how… did you give me a hickey on my forehead?”

“When… when-when I was kissing you,” you begin, now trying to hide your laughter because damn, this is pretty funny- “I think I kissed you too hard.”

“I don’t think this was a kiss, I think it’s when you sucked my face,” he says in exhaustion, working up the courage to look in the camera of his phone. He tucks his lips in to fight off his own smile, and that causes you to finally break out in laughter. Your arms clutch your sides as he stares at himself; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch. Just a close-smile stare.

“And what exactly do you plan to do to help me with this?” He asks, full knowing you don’t have a plan. You beam up innocently, and he knows that this is not going work and he’s going to walk into Bokuto’s house with bags of food and a damned purple hickey above his eyebrow.

You stalk over to him and reach your hand up and into his hair, dragging out the not-so neat locks to have some longer chunks in the center of his forehead and just above his brow, “here. Now no one will know!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Are your pants on fire, you LIAR?”

You snicker and pull back, admiring him and the pretty purple mark on his head. "It brings out your eye color."

"Oh, thank God, I was worried."

You laugh and make your way back into his arms, and he embraces you happily. "At least I don't have to worry about anyone taking you from me tonight,” you tease.

He smiles and kisses your lips, nipping at them to make you squeak, "never have to worry about that ever, baby."

"Except with Sunarin."

"Not true-“

"And Akaashi-san."

He smirks, "you may lose me to Akaashi-san."

"That's very fair."

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3lyvshiro · 9 months

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𐙚 ⋆₊˚ 2:53 ..ᐟ

Suna Rintaro affectionately and unironically calls his grumpy, cold (,and apparently bitchy) girlfriend "sunshine". Even when she's the most standoffish, difficult person you'd ever interact with. he wholeheartedly believes that she is a little bundle of joy, and talks about her like shes an absolute angel to whoever asks.

for instance.

"Theres my girl. shes a little ball of sunshine, isnt she?" rin would say, talking about his girlfriend to a friend of his, with a finger pointed to her by the distance. said girl looking like a feral cat trying to keep a civilized conversation with one of his fangirls.

"morning, sunshine." rin would mutter, approaching his girlfriends desk as the scowl that was etched on her face immediately faded into a soft smile, only ever directed at rin. as she comes up to him and tightly hugs his torso, she nuzzled her face on his neck and catches a smell of his uniforms collar. freshly sprayed cologne. it was that masculine smelling brand that he knew was her favorite on him. she got on her tip toes to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek as he smiled down at her, a big hand on her waist as he patted her head gently.

"hey sunshine" rin would greet, leaning his weight on his girlfriends locker beside his while kissing her head and slipping his hand on her waist, despite her crossed arms and the massive scowl on her features prior to when he approached. he could only assume that something or someone pissed her off...again. upon seeing the look on her face and her obvious frustration, he'd cradle her cheeks with his two big hands to guide her to look at him. and, with the softest voice ever, only for her, he'd coo, "bad day, sweetheart?" while kissing away the heavy scrunch on her brow and caressing her cheek. he could tell from the way she would visibly soften, that she's turned to putty on his hands, once again. he was the only person who could have such an effect on her. at her lack of resistance when it came to him, rin couldn't control the upper quirk of his lips as he smiled softly at her. but before he could bask in the joy of a happy girlfriend once more(happy girlfriend =happy life), said girlfriend furrowed her brows once again. with a red face, she pulled away from rin only to pull on his bicep to keep him close to her as she walked them onto the other side of the hallway, to the cafeteria. She would never admit it, but rin always knew how to calm her down and make her go all soft for him. Yeah, she could be a grump sometimes, but he liked that about her, despite his friends teasing him for his dynamic with his grumpy girlfriend, always commenting about the contrast in how she treats everyone else compared to how she treats him.

something about how he gets special treatment from 'the ice queen' just because he's her boyfriend. in fact, whenever rins friends would catch a girl confessing to him. they always barge in and invite themselves in the conversation only to comment how "you have ta be as cold as y/n to even catch sunarins interest".

later in practice, rin finds himself bringing up how "n/n isnt cold." with the most serious face ever. and with almost everyone strongly disagreeing, he would add, "she can be a grump sometimes, but she isnt an ice queen." i mean, he knew she wasnt exactly the nicest person alive, or the easiest to get along with, but saying she was an ice queen was a bit of a stretch. atleast to him. thats why when atsumu shudders and weakly shares his own encounters and past interactions with the girl, of how difficult it was to get along with her, rin could only scoff in disbelief. "how is she difficult to approach? that must be a you problem because she's literally a ray of sunshine." rin would defend, not catching the sudden dull and stiff tension in the air that enveloped the club room. glancing at his teammates, who all suddenly looked gravely pale, he turned to osamu, who only let out a low whistle as he turned his head to the side. "if y/n's a ray of sunshine, kitas the laziest person in this room." atsumu would speak for everyone, since no one had the guts to say a word, too afraid it would reach sunarins icy girlfriends ears. his statement followed up through by a series of "yup"s, "yeah"s, and overall agreements. rin raises a brow, genuinely confused.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro headcanons #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x you #rintaro suna x reader #rintaro suna #inarizaki x reader

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kitasgloves · 4 months

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— ♬ NSFW

Thinking about SUNA RINTARO who loves to film you whenever you two would fuck. He's so obsessed with how absolutely hot you looked all ruined, fucked out, and your eyes rolling back.

He has a secret album in his phone filled with videos and photos of you that were beyond pornographic. He's got a photo of you with your tongue out and his cum dripping down from your mouth to your chin. A video of you while he fucked you from behind. And a short homemade porn of him drilling his cock into you in various positions. This man is absurd because when his phone storage is full he'd transfer all of the porn to a secret flashdrive.

Who needs porn when he has your porn to jerk himself off to when you're away. That's what he'd say.

You're aware with his addiction of pulling his phone out during sex, it made your heart swell and sometimes you'd encourage him. But oftentimes you want him to put the goddamn phone down and focus on you.

"Hah, hnngh, fuck, Rin!"

You let out a high pitched moan as he hits your favorite spot. You're on your back lying on the mattress while Suna pounds slowly into you with his phone on hand. His flash was on and his eyes fixated on you going crossed-eyed on the screen.

"What a fucking slut"

He'd whisper lowly, catching it on video. You wanted this moment to be intimate because he's been away for two weeks in his training, you wanted a sentimental moment now he's back.

"Rintaro..."

You'd call out his name breathlessly and he's hypnotized like a sailor listening to a siren. He looks at you, not through his phone. You reach to lower down his phone.

"No phone please"

You said softly making him gulp. It was unfair how you looked both hot and cute at the same time.

"Focus on me, baby. Please I need you"

When you pleaded while wrapping your legs around his hips before pulling him close, Suna almost busts a nut. In a heartbeat, he stops recording throws his phone on the foot of the bed and places his hand on your hips before thrusting in brutally.

"Rintaro!"

You squealed. Suna leans close, scattering bites and kissing all over your skin as he fucks you tenderly. You never fail to make him submit to you. As he brings you into your orgasm he follows behind, thrusting into you a couple of times before finishing inside. You reach him to kiss him in the forehead.

"Thank you, darling"

And Suna blushes. He's so down bad that he brings you into another round, and another, until it lasts for the entire night. All without recording anything on his phone. Oh well, he's got it saved in his brain anyway.

SUNARIN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE–

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintarō #suna x reader

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luvring · 5 months

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PUT YOUR HAND IN MY POCKET

suna x gn!reader | fluff :-) he teasingly calls you beloved once and you jokingly say you'll kill him. LOL

“why are you being so stubborn?”

“can you just let me hold your hand in my pocket?”

“i pulled your hand to my pocket first,” you say exasperated, though there’s an amused lilt as your fingers tighten around suna’s, trying, again, to pull his arm closer.

he rolls his eyes. “first doesn’t matter if my pocket’s better.”

“oh big if true,” you scoff, “not when they have those stupid fucking zippers.”

the zipper of all things isn’t what rintarou expected you to bring up during your argument—or whatever this was. he snorts. “what the hell is wrong with pocket zippers? you hate the safety of your belongings?”

he shifts so he’s perpendicular to you, just so he can make a show of using his right hand (left still holding yours) to zip his pocket up and down, the noise loud with no near traffic or people.

you move to swat and stop him, but he only starts to shuffle out of your reach—the two of you forming a deformed circle in the light layer of snow beneath you. it’s an inefficient fight considering you’re still holding hands, and every quick dodge instinctively gets rin to tighten his grip, only pulling you back into range.

“rintarou—”

“yes, beloved?”

and then he has that grin—that stupidly attractive grin on his face he has when he’s teasing you and winning—and you can’t bring yourself to hate the fact that you have a matching one.

you laugh when he almost trips and curses. “oh my god, rin, it’s ’cause i hate the feeling of the zipper against my wrist, you annoying shit.”

“sounds like a skill issue?” he taunts.

both of you have stopped moving at this point, though the winding path of footprints in the snow is evidence enough something happened here. rin's an arms width away when you squint and huff. “i’ll kill you. not now, but one day, suna rin.”

only then does he stop deflecting your attempts, and you notice the sound of rin's zipper no longer fills your ears. you move back to where you were so you can rest your head against him, and he shifts closer so you don’t strain your neck.

the fog of his breath floats away in the chilly air as he lets out a sigh. “okay.”

you don’t bother to look at him. “okay to killing you?”

“no, you couldn’t kill me with 6 months to prepare—wouldn’t kill me even if it meant winning the lottery.”

whatever comeback you can say is a lie since he’s right, and only manifests in a weak bump to his arm.

“i meant my pocket. fair enough,” he ignores your silent response. “i just wanted to see how hard you’d try. i don’t like the zippers either.”

that alone is enough makes you snap your head. “rintarou.”

he smiles at you, feigning innocence, then laughs softly. before you gain the energy to shove him, he’s already putting his hand into your much more comfortable pocket.

you fail to get the smile out of your voice, “i hate you.”

rin rolls his eyes before pulling you closer into his side. his thumb rubs the back of yours as he replies, “love you too.”

typing big if true and thinking of blooming panic character xyx... kept reading it in his voice. Big if true. raahhh... sunarin....

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #suna x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna x gn!reader #writing this faster than any of my essay paragraphs ouhh... fawwk...#sunarin save me...sunarin... save me sunarin...

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svnarin · 2 months

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gn!reader x sunarin. the silence is eating you up, so might as well be the one to start the conversation, right? any topic will do, right? even if it’s just complimenting his voice. cw! profanity and suna making a suggestive joke.

“hey, y/n.”

“what the heck, rin!” you elbow at suna who was just looking over your shoulders. “you scared the shit out of me! don’t just come up from behind me and suddenly speak over my shoulders!”

“hey, chill,” suna laughs. “so,” he clicks his tongue with a smile. “what are you up to right now?”

“just sketching on my notebook.”

suna just hummed in response before sitting right beside you. there was just complete silence after that as he watched you doodle on your notebook without even trying to say something to talk about.

the silence is so loud between the two of you that it is starting to make you feel anxious. what? is he just gonna watch you sketch in your notebook the whole time? you guys should at least talk about something to pass the time, right? you sigh to yourself. any topic might just do, right?

“hey, has anybody told you that your voice sounds nice? like, it sounds hot. you know what i mean?” you blurt out all of a sudden before fully registering what you just said. what the hell were you thinking? you bite on your tongue as you close your mouth with your hand. that was so embarrassing and such a random thing to ask. you immediately turn your head away from suna. i mean, his voice IS hot, but still—

“oh, you think my voice is hot?” suna leans his head towards yours and over your shoulders before whispering in your ear with a smirk plastered on his face, “you really think so? y/n?”

“oh, shut up, rin!” you elbow him once again, to which he laughs.

“what? i thought you found my voice hot?” he teases you more.

you immediately turn your head to look at him, darting your eyes at his as you try to suppress the creeping flushed feeling in your chest. “hey! do you want me to choke you or what?”

“jokes on you, i’m into that,” suna playfully replies, his smirk not leaving his face.

you roll your eyes. “do you seriously want me to break that pretty face of yours?”

“aw, that’s cute. you think i’m pretty?”

“STOP.”

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 : 𝐇𝐐 #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader

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rizsu · 1 year

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graduated delusional boys shoyo, kuroo, sunarin.

-> tokrev & jjk version

it's a simple night out with the hinata family. after another successful karasuno match, shoyo's mother suggested a restaurant dinner and well some shopping.

busy on his feet, shoyo walk-runs after his sister. she's certainly a little too fast on her feet—especially if you don't hold her hand or use a leash like their mom usually does. finally reaching her, he lifts her onto his hip before ending the mini race with a little scolding.

“natsu! don't speed off like that!”

“but the candies!!”

shaking his head, shoyo shuffles his way through the sea of people until he makes it back to his mother's position.

“sho', natsu, come here!” motioning to her kids, their mother takes hold of the five year old before pushing shoyo to walk in front of her, “stay in my vision, sho'. you're still young!”

well, shoyo would've done as she said without complaints but the last sentence made him turn his head back one hundred and eighty degrees. immediately warping his face into one that expresses confusion, shoyo raises a counterargument.

“but i'm already a third year! with a girlfriend too y'know.”

nodding her head to act as if she's paying attention to his words, shoyo's mother argues back, “yes, yes, but you still live with me so—wait.”

from the tone of her voice in the last word, shoyo tries to speed up his pace but a mother's hand is always faster.

“what do you mean by girlfriend, young man.”

“whoops..?”

turning around on his heel, he raises a hand behind his neck trying to think of a way to properly explain. it doesn't take long before he starts his own sign language while giving his mother the detailed lore of your relationship—which didn't last for long because natsu had other plans.

“sho's not a loser!” she juts in her opinion, looking at her older brother with an open mouth covered by her hand.

“NAT-SU,” feeling shocked, betrayed and offended, shoyo goes to press his palm over her hand to seal her mouth shut. as the color red diffuses to all of his ear, he feigns a limp as he takes baby steps away from his family.

kuroo is not kuroo if he doesn't bother kenma after twelve a.m during the weekend sleepover. if there's a sleeping kenma, there's a wide awake kuroo waiting for the right moment to strike.

“psst, kenma, wake up.”

“please shut up.”

“KENMA!”

“NO.”

covering both ears with his pillow, kenma turns around to block off kuroo and whatever he's got going on at 1:43 AM according to his watch. but oh no, don't get it twisted. kuroo is not one to forfeit that easily—persistent may as well be his middle name!

“i was going to show you my girl but i guess not!” changing his tone to a teasing one, kuroo backs off kenma's bed and goes to his futon.

as if it was an auto-response, kenma sits up straight, sharply turning his neck to kuroo, “pause.”

and with that, kuroo adds one point to himself on his imaginary scoreboard. snickering to himself, he turns his back to kenma, waving him off by repeating what he previously said, “you told me shut up.”

“wait i'm sorry,” kenma says. slouching off his bed, he uses his right foot to nudge at kuroo's “sleeping” figure. it takes about five nudges before he speaks again, “you know i love knowing people's business. please, kuroo.”

adding another point to himself on the scoreboard, kuroo turns on his back with a grin and a phone to his face. raising the phone to kenma's height, kuroo shows him a picture of a girl and kenma thinks kuroo's gone delusional. maybe he's just tired.

“whose daughter did you find on pinterest?”

“okay fuck you.”

snatching his phone back, kuroo actually feels quite offended. is kenma implying he's not attractive enough to pull a pretty girl!?

“I WAS NOT FINISHED LOOKING.”

“privileges REVOKED.”

shoving a middle finger in the air, kuroo pulls his blanket over his head to quietly sob in peace (this is an exaggeration).

kenma, tired of kuroo's antics, steals kuroo's phone to look at your picture and find proper evidence that you guys are indeed together.

“don't go through our chats by the way.”

“ew.”

three adults, three cushions and one bottle. in osamu's living room sits him, his brother and rintaro. how'd they get here? boredom. extreme boredom. when they were no longer entertained by the alcohol, atsumu brought up the idea of truth-or-dare with using a bottle.

spinning the bottle, osamu watches it land on rintaro and immediately asked him a question he's been dying to know, “rin, is it true you're seeing someone?”

throwing his head back, rintaro groans. he knew it'd come sooner or later but he still wants to be mysterious.

“nosy much?” and to that, both twins responded, “SAYS YOU!?”

dragging his palm over his face, rintaro laughs before confirming osamu's question. he's twenty-six with nothing to lose and he thinks he's sexy—so obviously he'd not be single..!

osamu's jaw drops. although he was the one who asked, he's still shocked. to his defense, rintaro's always seemed like the type to stay in the talking zone.

“oh, that poor woman. save her now before it's too late.” using a napkin, atsumu wipes his crocodile tears only to be kicked by no one other than suna rintaro. cackling at rintaro's reaction, atsumu defends himself, “'m just messing with ya!”

rintaro rolls his eyes. turning around to grab his phone, he proudly shows off his lockscreen that's a picture of you from your anniversary date, “isn't she pretty?” with a small smile on his face, he feels his pride emotion being activated.

“i dunno...i've seen better,” atsumu states his (unwanted) opinion. tapping a finger on his chin, he squints at the phone.

and as for rintaro? his heart dropped. looking directly at atsumu this time, he questions him, “such as..?”

“like myself duh.”

one.

two.

three.

and cue the fight scene with rintaro and atsumu while osamu tries to catch his breath from laughing.

“I AM SICK OF YOU.” stifling atsumu with his cushion, rintaro makes sure to smother his face with the fabric. he, atsumu, must feel the pain.

“hey—HEY. GO EASY ON THE HAIR.”

#+ rizsu: haikyuu.#haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #kuroo x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x you #hinata shoyo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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loveephia · 1 year

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Hii it’s me again!! I was just wondering if I could ask for some Haikyuu boys Hc’s for a really sleepy and cuddly gf?? Thank you so much!! 😊🫶🏽

some of the HQ boys with a sleepy girlfriend. (atsumu, bokuto, akaashi, kageyama, and iwaizumi.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, osamu is featured in atsumu's, bokuto thinks you're like a kitten.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY AS TO HOW LATE THIS IS!!! 😭😭 MOTIVATION COMES AND GOES FOR CERTAIN REQUESTS I GET AND I'M SO HAPPY THAT I FINALLY CAME AROUND TO DO YOURS BECAUSE IT'S SUPER CUTE!!! ENJOY READINGGG :DDD

part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

ATSUMU MIYA

absolutely discombobulates once he learns about this

you're already cute enough as it is, why do you have to be even cuter when you're sleepy???

when you hug his arm in your drowsy state, atsumu doesn't even have half the heart to tease you right now

you're just so :((( tired :(((

"she looks like an angel when she's asleep.. s'unfair."

"when yer asleep, you snore like a tyrant. guess sunarin was right when he said opposites attract." - osamu miya's famous last words of 2023.

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

the way that you slowly blink is enough to tell bokuto that you resemble a bit like a little kitten

"y/n is so cUTEKEKDKWKDKLEM?@($?@"

is what he wants to say,,

but since you're worn out, he's going to pipe down the loudness a bit

"hey, little owl. want to rest on me for a bit?"

you nod and make a beeline for bokuto's chest and arms

he's like your warm fluffy pillow 😭😭😭😭

KEIJI AKAASHI

"keiji, hug, please.." you dopily ask

and because of how adorable you are, trying to keep yourself awake right now, akaashi would drop anything and everything to give you that very hug.

akaashi finds it endearing how you trust him enough to be this vulnerable

so he is not making a single sound.

eating snacks? the crinkle of the wrapper might be too loud.

studying? flipping through the pages of the textbook might be too loud.

and bokuto? is staying ten feet away.

he doesn't want ANYTHING to disrupt your sleep.

"y/n has been working hard. she deserves to rest every once in a while.." he thinks

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

once you're asleep on him, he's as stiff as a board.

bro's not letting himself breathe if that means you can peacefully sleep on his shoulder.

sugawara sees this and teaches kageyama basic breathing exercises bECAUSE HE IS LITERALLY TURNING PURPLE.

kageyama feels you shift against him, and suddenly, he's forgotten everything sugawara taught him.

"how many fingers am i holding, kageyama?" sugaware holds up four.

"ten."

"we've lost him!"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

the superiority of being a third year has never been more useful than it has right now

you're asleep on his lap, and he's quietly scolding his teammates to pipe down the bickering

and they listen to the ace because once you're awake, he might send a heavy hit to their heads.

oikawa, on the other hand, takes advantage of the current situation, and he teases iwaizumi about how protective he is

"hey maddog, get a good hit on oikawa's head, would ya?"

and, of course, kyōtani obeys

so now oikawa is knocked out on the floor while you're still cuddled up to iwaizumi's thighs

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animatedrapture · 1 year

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— bet on stones. / suna rintarou x f!reader.

— fluff. all fluff. (a lot of flirting and teasing.) established relationship. some cursing. pro-player!suna. post timeskip suna.

— teasing sunarin for his short hair. ggez btw.

"rin," your voice is barely above a whisper, but the corners of your lips are twitching, trying your hardest not to laugh.

and listen, while suna has the softest spot for you, the glare he gives you is well-deserved.

"don't start," he says—all warning and frowning.

"what'd—" the giggle escapes you, it can't be helped, "what'd you do to your—your hair, oh god," you almost whimper, trying to reign it in.

suna groans, reaching a hand to his hair and running over it in a ruffle. his hair—so short and barely framing his face—and he's still pretty, but it's a sight to see.

especially when he just walked in your apartment this way, avoiding your gaze the moment he stepped foot inside because he just knew; he knew that you'd be there on the couch waiting for him and for the life of you, you won't be holding back your laugh or any quick-witted comment on his hairstyle.

but then, you're standing from where you were, walking towards him by the door.

a grin decorating your face, the urge to laugh still evident by the crinkle of your eyes, and your hands reaching to cup his face. "hi, pretty boy," you greet him, thumbs over his cheeks.

he sighs. narrow, green eyes looking back at you with some exasperation, some hint of softness, all at once. he leans in, pressing a fleeting kiss to your lips, before he speaks, "learn to shut up more often, yeah?"

you immediately pout, "what?" you sound offended. "i'm flirting with you, rin," you tell him cheekily, "short hair, weird-looking you—"

"ooookay," he cuts you off. it's all monotone, the way he says it. and you can't tell if you've truly annoyed him yet but with a pinch to your waist and a hand over your mouth, he's moving you, turning you over and backing you up against the door.

your eyes widen as he leans in—all six foot three and broad body over you, still in his ejp jersey—he levels his gaze with yours, watching your reaction.

he licks his lips before speaking, "y'got somethin' more to say, babe?"

you shake your head slowly. truthfully, if your weakened knees and your hands now on his arms on a tight grip is any indication; suna, even in his weird short hair, is still the prettiest person you know.

he hums in thought, like he doesn't buy your answer, but he keeps a straight face as he removes his hand from your mouth, only raising an eyebrow at you with some sort of challenge.

"who did your hair, babe?" you opt to ask instead, biting your lip to prevent a giggle.

suna's responding glare is quick, but sighs in defeat at his answer, "fuckin' atsumu miya."

the snort you let out is enough for suna to tease you for, but he lets you have it instead. besides, you let him tease you more often and let him get away with it more than you should.

you reach up to his cheeks again. with his hands still on your waist, it's a picture right out of a romcom, were anyone else to see you two.

"you lost a bet, didn't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer, "but why would you trust atsumu with your hair, rin?"

"cause," suna answers you, "he would've turned his hair rainbow—that's funnier."

"how did you lose the bet, anyway?" you tilt your head, cause you know that despite how careless your boyfriend could be, he rarely loses these.

this time though, instead of answering you, he shakes his head and picks you up—it's effortless, the way he does it, bringing you back to the couch.

"is it that bad?" he mutters while he's peppering kisses all over your neck. it's overwhelming, the sensation of his lips and his larger body over you, the clean smell of his shampoo and his skin against yours because he likes taking a shower before coming home to you.

he takes your breath away, really.

"no," you sigh, because he's lingering a kiss right against the pulse on your neck.

"actually," you start, moving to try and meet his gaze, your hands finding his soft, dark hair, massaging against his scalp. "i have a boyfriend but maybe you can tell me your name and we could go on a date?"

suna's chuckle vibrates against you, his lips tugging with a small smile. "mm, 'm not sure you're worth gettin' a fight over."

you gasp dramatically, faking offense, "i'm asking you out on a date!"

"don't you have an athlete boyfriend, though? suna, yeah? pretty sure he can fight."

you shake your head, "hmm, he likes making me happy, though. i think we can just break up if it makes me happy, right?"

he hums in thought, not too worried about his too-short hair and your teasing anymore, "don't know if you'd be a good girlfriend, though."

it's your turn to make it physical this time, tugging playfully at his hair, "that's offensive, rin. i bring a lot to the table!"

suna smirks, trying not to laugh at you, "yeah? like what?"

"well, i can cook out of love for you. i'll wear your jersey proudly for your games. i'll wait for you to come home every day. in bed—"

the list goes on. this, suna knows the best. on his end, it's the only reason why he lost the bet anyway, because there's a ring hidden in the box in his training bag he thought he would've given to you by now.

atsumu, six months ago, told him he's too chicken.

no one can really blame suna for being nervous about it, though. so nervous that now, six months later, with a bet lost and a ring he's got for you still hidden, his hair is cut short.

it's because he loves you like this.

but with the list still going on, he thinks you're right: he should take you on a date, then maybe, if you say yes, make you his wife.

#i wrote this bc i lost my sunarin mochi today and ive been so d*pressed abt it #suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff

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justmywriting1313 · 1 month

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Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine." "Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you." "One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away." "Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell you Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all" "How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better" "Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face, lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does so before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

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Can I get a kiss, please? —ft. Suna Rintarou.

cw: wc 1k, college au? idk but they are not in high school, there’s a little bit of cheating kinda, friends to lovers, suna is deeply in love and he has a breakdown because u wear his tshirt.

Suna hates many things. He hates getting up from bed in the morning, hates small talks, hates when practice gets extended, he hates when the shop close to his dorm is out of jelly fruit sticks and the list could go on forever but what he hates the most at the moment is you. He hates how comfortable you got with him during your years of friendship because now you’re standing in front of him, after taking a shower in his bathroom and wearing nothing but his tshirt on top of your underwear, urging him to move and give you some space to sit on the couch. You’re so comfortable with him that you sit right next to him, so close your knees are touching. Your hand on his thigh as you lean in to show him pictures on your phone, fingers grazing the hem of his shorts, so close he can only smell the scent of his shampoo in your hair. You’ve gotten too comfortable. He’s not even sure what you’re talking about, he’s trying to listen to you, he wants to listen to you, but you’re too close. He’s trying to paying attention to whatever is showing on the screen of your phone, but you in his tshirt smelling like his shampoo is just too much. Your touch sends sparks through his body and he can feel something in his stomach, it twists and burns and it makes him want to scream or maybe cry. He hates that you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

You tap your hand on his thigh, ‘Look, look!’

He gets brought back to reality and a laugh escapes his lips as you show him a video of Atsumu tripping on a rock.

You put away your phone and turn to face Suna, giving him your full attention. He swallows, he’s having trouble breathing.

‘Sunarin,’ you say and he waits for you to say something else but you don’t. You’re just looking at him. He can feel that thing in his stomach move all the way to his spine and he can’t move.

‘Is everything alright?’ You ask, looking a little worried.

He nods, not daring to open his mouth yet.

‘Are you sure you don’t have a fever or something?’ You bring a hand to his forehead, ‘You’re a little weird.’

He scoffs and pushes your hand away, ‘I’m not weird.’

‘Mhm, just a little,’ you smile and turn back to your original position. You switch on the television and brows through netflix looking for a movie to watch.

Without your eyes staring into his soul, Suna feels like he can breathe a little bit easier.

‘Tell me about Yuki,’ you say tapping your fingers on the remote.

‘What about her?’ Suna could not care less about any other person when you were with him. You would occupy every single one of his thoughts. It was actually the same even when you weren’t with him too.

‘You know, how’s it going? Is she nice?’

Suna also hates the way you’re not at all bothered if he dates other people, you’re actually curious about it.

‘She was alright I guess,’ he extends a hand to you, he grazes your arm, he doesn't want to talk about other relationships he only wants to stay with you, ‘We went out like twice then I broke it off.’

Suna was always like that, there were plenty of people who asked him out but no one ever lasted more than three dates. Not when every time he would kiss someone he imagined it was you. After a while you just stopped asking him why he would not put in the effort.

‘I’m thinking of breaking up with Haruto,’ you say suddenly.

Just the sound of that name is enough to make Suna feel nauseous.

‘Thank God,’ another thing that Suna hates is Haruto. Not because he’s jealous, no, but because the guy is actually a shit boyfriend to you, ‘What happened?’

‘You know, the usual,’ you drop the remote and turn to Suna again, ‘We fought again because he’s jealous of you, says I spend more time with you than him,’ you roll your eyes, ‘He thinks I’m cheating.’

Suna can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, knowing you want to break up with your boyfriend because of him does something to him. Maybe he’s a little selfish and maybe he shouldn't be so happy about it, but he thinks it’s alright for this one time.

‘I don’t even know why you stayed with him for so long.’

You lower your gaze, ‘It was nice, he was nice,’ you say, ‘When we didn’t fight.’

‘He’s right though,’ Suna says.

‘What?’ Your eyes lock into his, feeling betrayed.

Suna shrugs, ‘You do spend more time with me.’

You jokingly punch his shoulder, ‘Shut up!’

‘Are you sad?’ Suna asks you turning serious.

‘About Haruto?’

Suna nods and waits for your answer.

You furrow your brow in thought before shaking your head, ‘He was an asshole anyway, but if it means you’ll comfort me,’ you smile, ‘With cuddles and forehead kisses...’ you sigh and put a fake pout on your face, ‘Oh, I’m so sad Sunarin.’

You’re slowly killing him, he’s sure that’s your goal for the night. Slowly stabbing him with every word and every look you’re giving him. You’re looking up at him and you’re just too pretty as you ask for his attention.

He sighs, ‘You know there’s no need to act,’ he pulls you closer and with a newfound confidence he lets you sit between his legs as you face each other, ‘If you want hugs and kisses you just have to ask.’

Maybe he didn’t think that through, because now your legs are around his torso and your skin brushes against his back where his tshirt is slightly lifted. You’re way too close now. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, definitely not your thighs though. He opts to just lazily put his arm around your body.

‘Okay then,’ you run your fingers through his hair, ‘Can I get a kiss, please?’

With that, the thing in his stomach returns and it stretches to his throat making it impossible for him to talk. He’s sure you can feel the way he’s slightly shaking and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. He thinks of asking you to repeat, but he heard you right and he doesn’t want to risk you changing your mind. He leans in as one of his hands make its way to the base of your neck. He can feel your breath on him. Your fingers still in his hair. Your noses are touching. He feels high, maybe a little dizzy. Just a little closer and your lips would be touching. You’re not running away, you want this too. It feels like you’ve been in this position for hours, the wait is agonizing. He wonders how your lips will taste, maybe like the blackberry chapstick you always wear. He wonders if your lips are as soft as they look.

‘Stop joking around,’ you break the silence.

His other hand grazes your cheek and then his thumb traces your bottom lip, ‘I’m not.’

‘Rin, please,’ you whisper.

Oh, how he loves the desperation in your tone. If only you knew for how long he craved this too. Just when you think he’s finally closing the gap, he gives you a quick peck at the corner of your mouth.

‘I can’t, Y/n,’ he says lowering his head, ‘Not when you’re not mine.’

He hugs you, thightly, burying his head in your neck.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say, ‘I shouldn’t have asked for that.’

You can feel him shaking his head lightly, ‘I wanted to,’ he says.

You wanted it too, more than anything you ever wanted.

Suna can feel the thing in his throat threaten to leave his body through his mouth, ‘I love you,’ he blurts out and shocked by his own words his head jerks up, ‘I—’

‘Sunarin,’ you stop him and every thoughts that was starting to form in his mind, ‘It’s okay,’ you cup his face, ‘I love you, too,’ you lay your forehead on his, ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

He hugs you again, ‘You’ll be mine?’

You hum and nod your head.

Now that you knew of his feelings, that thing in his stomach, in his spine, in his throat, is gone. He still doesn’t dare to touch your thighs, though, and the smell of his shampoo on you still makes him weak at the knees. Next time you’ll see each other you’ll be his and then he will kiss you. He can imagine how it will be, he imagined it so many times before. He smiles as he gets comfortable in your arms.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarō #sunarin #haikyuu x y/n

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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Sunarin is a new dad. And he’s good at it.

He’s constantly hovering over his little boy, there’s no where in sight that the newborn is, that he isn’t right behind him.

And it’s good, that way. Rin’s always been able to keep his infant calm and from screaming, something he teases he’s also good at when it comes to you (he puts a fake pout on his face when you give him a playful smack on the back of his head), and in turn, you’re able to handle your domestics with minimal hassle. Rintaro loves his son, he’s so good with him and he’s so good at soothing him before he’s able to cry too much.

But then Rintaro goes back to practice. And you’re finally thrusted into your very own seventh circle.

You’re convinced your new little boy hates you. Clean and simple. The way he screams and cries is absolutely nothing short of constant, no matter the circumstance.

You put him down for a nap, he’s screaming, you try to feed him, he’s refusing to nurse, in the rare instance he does stop crying and you sit down on the couch, he wails once more, and you feel your sanity slip.

You’d cry yourself, if you had the time and mental strength. If you had time to think about it, you’d feel hurt at the idea that your infant likes Rin so much more than you, that he’s the only one who can soothe the baby and you’re the one he’s stuck with at home.

Lucky, for the both of you.

After the absolutely grueling day, you finally manage to make him stop crying, just in time for Rintaro to come home to the two of you- both exhausted and in shambles and covered in poop, but to you none the less.

He smiles the minute his eyes lay on your disheveled form, shrugging off his duffel bag making his way towards you. “Hey momma bear,” he hums, reaching out to hug you. “How’s my beautiful, sexy-“

“Back off,” you snap, watching Rin’s hand fly back as if you’ve bit him. “Your son just projectile shat on me, and I’m not in the mood for your flirts.”

You glare at your husband as he fights, with all his might, to not cackle at your tense words. “I-I’m sorry, he what?”

“I was changing him,” you snarl, your whipping the pack of baby wipes at him. “And I thought he had to fart, but instead, he fucking shit himself. Everywhere.”

Sharp eyes follow down the stain at the edge of your shirt, forcing back a snort once again with a grin, “everywhere?”

“Everywhere,” you growl. “And Rin, so help me God if you laugh I’m filing for divorce-“

“Hey hey, come on now,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around you. Despite not wanting to be touched, you can’t deny how good it feels to be back in his arms. “No need to throw around the ‘d-word,’ you know I was going to laugh regardless of what you say.”

“Asshole,” you growl, but any facade of true anger melts into one of tears, and Rin pulls away slightly to look at you in concern. “… he hates me, Rin.”

“No he doesn’t,” he promises, shushing you softly. “He adores you, you know that.”

“He won’t stop crying,” you wail. “And he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, I haven’t peed for nine hours, for gods sake he shit on me-“

“And that’s because he’s two months old, baby,” Rin says, kissing your pounding temple. “He’ll do that. For a pretty long time. That’s what babies do. They’re not really picky with that, they kinda hate everyone.”

“He doesn’t do that with you-“

Rin chuckles, “you just don’t happen to see it. You’re out and about being super mom, all I can do is hold the fort until you get home. And you don’t see the chaos he can cause, yeah?” When you say nothing, Rin nudges his nose against you. “He loves you, babe. He just doesn’t know it yet. And that’s okay.”

He plants a kiss to your head, his warm hand settling on your belly to rub soothing circles in- carefully avoiding the poop stain- and when he finally feels you melt against him, he smiles encouragingly and guides you back into the bedroom where your son lays on his back in the middle of the bed.

“Hey, lil’ dude,” he hums, laying on his side next to the baby, while you blink in exhaustion. “You makin’ mommy crazy?”

“Yes,” you whine, laying on the other side of the baby boy, who grunts and smacks his lips up at his father. Your eyes close in a feeble attempt to ward off the migraine that’s forming, but when you hear a soft “I’ve taught you well,” followed soon by a “pound it,” you scowl up at your husband, whose fist is balled and ready for a fist bump. But even you can’t fight the chuckle that breathes through your nose when a tiny, mitten clad hand knocks against Rintaro’s, an excited “yesss,” easing past your husband’s lips.

Green, sharpened eyes flick over to you, and he offers you a loving smile before re-lifting his fist to you and mouthing another “pound it,” directed at you this time. Your smile falls to a frown, and you whine an exasperated “no,” before pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. Instantly, a noise of distress comes from your son, and Suna clicks his tongue, “babe you’re making him upset, we need to pound it!”

Reluctantly, you lift your fist to bump against Rin’s, and he sighs happily as he looks down at your son, “and that’s how you were made, little man.”

You scowl and smack his hand, a playful “ow,” falling out of Rin’s mouth. You watch the hand you’d smacked rub soothing circles on your baby’s belly, his lips pressing small kisses against his chubby cheeks.

“Well, I’m proud that you are making mommy crazy,” he begins, resting his head against the bed to lay his forehead against his son, almost as if he’s recharging.

“But make sure to leave some chaos for me, okay?”

“I swear to God, Rintaro.”

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ktsumu · 5 months

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Idk what that other ask was asking for specifically but I would love you to share some SunaRin thoughts?

yes of course :3 here are some suna thoughts i’ve had as of late

sfw:

he documents a lot of your relationship — there’s an album in his phone for just you, and one for the both of you. one for just you because sometimes that’s all he wants to look at, one for the both of you because sometimes he can’t believe you’re his and he needs to have a wake up call

another reason he loves photo documentation is because it, in a way, immortalizes you both and it means a lot to him :3 i think he’s a very subtle guy too so you don’t really know these albums exist for a while

half of his phone storage is taken up because of you

has those couples widgets on his home screen but he likes the ones where you draw pictures back n forth ;^)

when you move into his place he lets you do whatever you want to it, very much ‘i want this to be your space too’ vibes

i feel like he carries things for you in his pocket / on his wrist when you go out, like a hair tie or anything else you tell him to

rubs your back when you can't sleep T^T this is self indulgent i don't care actually

also he loves movie nights / couch naps, like if you call for him and you can't immediately see him he's passed out on the couch 90% of the time

love of the couch is expanded upon slightly under the cut lol

i feel like he's a pretty good cook in the sense of very simple meals. like he takes something simple and spices it up with tricks that osamu taught him and is very proud of it. please kiss the cook

okay nsfw is under the cut if you wanted those thoughts too!!

nsfw:

was born to eat pussy

god put man on earth and said 'one of thy descendants will be suna rintaro. he shall be the chosen one'

great in bed in general, but heavy focus on the head game. the type to crave eating you out and do it for as long as you'll let him — he just rests his head against your thigh, laid on his stomach between your legs, and lazily eats you out til you push his head away (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) i need him holy sh

licks his chin and lips after too because yeah.

favourite position i personally think is literally whatever you find is the best for u. like whatever YOU say gives you the best comfort/stimulation, is what he's gonna opt for

but, that being said, i think he loves cowgirl and lazy, modified doggy positions (like leapfrog, loves to add a pillow under your hips)

anything with you on top too because suna, laid back with one arm bent and relaxed behind his head, watching you ride him with your hands on his chest? he'd see the light i'm afraid

BUT but he can also be a big missionary enjoyer because i think he loves lazy, lovey morning sex and even more so when you start it really casually like....it gets to him ok

couch sex. he loves how intimate it feels and really fucks with it. won't elaborate a ton but it's common in your guys' domain

not a grunter not a moaner, a groaner ♡

breathing gets a quicker when he's close, it's his tell LOL

talks you through it. he does i don't care. he's so sweet, but also he doesn't completely 'overload' you or overdo it, lets you cum on your own and enjoy the high but he just ... guides you through it with little bits of encouragement <3 a dream he is

sunarin my husband i love you

#so passionate about him kitaro lives through these hcs #suna x reader #nsfuu

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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I think Suna's twins are girls 🥹

Could you imagine how soft all those boys would go seeing the two tiny pink bundles.

part 3 of this series

“They’re like…two little people.”

The two little people in question are your newborn twin daughters. Two tiny blushing bundles of baby swaddled in two sets of thick and clammy arms—arms of who they don't yet know to be their uncles. Uncles who just so happened to lie about their familial status to the receptionist to get in your private room.

“Two little ladies,” Atsumu knowingly corrects his twin. “Address them as such.”

“It’s like, how did they even come out of you?”

Though there’s no ill intent in the question, your exhausted body can't help but be slightly offended. As if the past 36 hours of excruciating labor (times two) that you endured didn’t exist in real-time, to those who weren't there.

You huff a short and dry laugh, “Slowly and painfully.”

Suna rubs a slender hand through your hair, gently using this thumb to massage away at your tender temples. Your eyes close instinctually at the comforting touch. “You did great, mama,” he coos.

Atsumu lets the two of you enjoy the intimate moment for about five seconds before deciding he’s been considerate enough.

“What about me?” his eyes refuse to leave the little lady he cradles, “This is my first time holding a day-old baby. Isn’t uncle doing great, too?”

“They’re two days old,” Suna deadpans, “and I’m docking you ten uncle points for that stupid comment.”

Atsumu’s jaw drops slightly in shock at the newfound punishment. He immediately backtracks, “I’m kidding, jeez.”

The baby in his hold doesn't open her eyes, but she manages to crinkle her nose in her half-slumber. Her scrunchy little body takes an extra strong inhale, resulting in what Atsumu thinks is the softest babble he’s ever heard. It softens something inside of him—something he didn't even know he had.

“Obviously your ma did great, look at you two,” his pupils grow like saucers as he swoons between the baby in his arms and her twin in his twin’s. “Sucks that stinky Sunarin is your old man, though.”

Osamu would swat his brother if it weren’t for the two precious bundles of cargo they both hold. He settles for kissing his teeth in distaste. “Fuckin’ language, ‘Tsumu.”

“Huh? I said suck, you just said fuckin—”

Suna scoffs from beside you. “Enough, you’re already contaminating them with your stupid.”

Impossible, you think. They could never be contaminated, nor stupid. They’re two little unexpected blessings who could do no wrong—though you’re sure Mama Miya said the same thing about her set of twins. You can’t find it in yourself to care. No matter the tough pregnancy, painful labor, or rowdy uncles, they’re the best surprise you could’ve asked for.

Atsumu’s pointer finger slightly shakes as he lifts it before your daughter’s face, using it softly to boop her nose.

“Her nose looks like a tiny button,” he declares with a giddy grin.

Like he just won the lottery, his brother instantly perks up with an identically contagious excitement.

“I was just thinkin’ the same thing! Her’s does, too!”

“Weird,” Suna hums earnestly, before the sarcasm laces its way between his syllables, “maybe it’s ‘cause they’re twins.”

If there weren't two sets of tiny ears in the room, the brothers would be groaning in disgust and hurling insults your husband's way. Instead, they choose to quietly scoff and hiss, reminding themselves to be cautious of the sisters they carry.

“Don’t even talk to us about twins, ya scrub.”

“Right! We practically invented twins.”

After a whole ten minutes of gawking at the teeny twins, Osamu slightly turns to his brother.

“Switch with me, ‘Tsumu.”

The blonde immediately agrees with excitement, as if the baby in Osamu’s arms will look, act, or in any way exist differently from the one in his. The two uncles clumsily fiddle with the bundles in hand, figuring out the best way to trade babies without dropping one.

You subconsciously wince as your body tenses up with newfound anxiety. You suppose this is what a mother’s instinct feels like.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking up, “Careful of their necks, support their heads.”

“We got it,” Atsumu idly reassures you—even though he voluntarily offered that this was his first time holding a baby just a few minutes prior.

They successfully trade babies. Osamu brings a calloused finger to your daughter’s face, allowing his roughened thumb to barely skim her creamy cheek.

“This is so cool,” he flashes a toothy grin, “you guys have daughters.”

“Thank god,” you tiredly tease. “Too much testosterone around here with you three, I needed some girls.”

Atsumu nods in agreement, not even batting an eye at your lighthearted banter.

“I’m still bitter that they aren’t named after us, but…” his words trail off as his finger is engulfed in the entire palm of your daughter, “I guess this is cool, too.”

You swear the Miyas are sniffling and misty-eyed, practically seconds away from bawling like the newborn babies they hold. It's a good look on them—new, but precious nonetheless.

“At least you guys look like your mom. Because yikes, if you looked like your dad, that’d be—”

“Fifty uncle points. Now hand them over.”

Osamu’s face drops in pure shock when Rin responds to his teasing remark. You feel a sudden sense of deja-vu. Something about the whiplash that comes with this family you’ve created—from crying out of joy one moment to hurling insults the next, you wouldn't have it any other way.

The twins think your husband is bluffing until he stands up and comes to collect his daughters.

Atsumu greedily curls the baby in towards his chest, “He was just kidding—”

Suna cuts him off with his usual deadpan tone.

“Seventy-five, and now they hate you,” the babies gurgle and coo as he lifts them both and nuzzles them beneath each arm, “See? They just told me so.”

The older twins whine, already missing the delicate weight of the sleepy frames in their hold.

Though they’d rather die than admit it, maybe they are a bit jealous of this new chapter the two of you have entered. It has Osamu dreamily considering working up the nerve to ask his wife if she’s ready to start trying soon. Has Atsumu thinking about redownloading that lousy dating app to start his own journey.

The thought of it brings a sour look to his face, so naturally, he sends it Suna’s way. “You’re no fun, Suna. Fatherhoods already changin’ you.”

Suna places the babies in their matching hospital cradles, side by side on their backs as they squirm in their sleep. He drowns out the sound of the twins in the back—muffled voices of ‘They already like me better’ and ‘I’m gonna be a better babysitter than yer dumb ass,’ ricocheting in the background.

In his own little world, Suna finds himself taking a moment to admire his babies. His daughters.

“Don't listen to them, I’m fun,” Suna whispers into the cradles, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. He’s more so convincing himself, but they don’t need to know that just yet.

He is fun, and he’s going to be fine. Because he has you, and now, he has them.

“But I am grateful that my girls look like their pretty mama.”

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"you don't gotta do this, ya know?" atsumu snarls as you clean his wound. you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you continue rubbing alcohol over his bloody forehead, cleaning up the half-dried rouge stains.

"osamu wouldn't just hit you for no reason, what did you do?" you ask. the boy in front of you only pouts like a kicked puppy. his eyes already display everything like a movie screen.

osamu told him. you roll your eyes as you kneel down in front of the blond, locking your eyes with his. he looks guilty and regretful, "i started it."

"because he told you, didn't he?" you raise an eyebrow, amused at his reaction. his eyes widen and his already red cheeks flush, "you knew?!"

"hasn't been long since he told me he's quitting volleyball," you mumble, rubbing some grime off of atsumu's face, "you shouldn't have hit him."

"the fuck else was i s'posed to do?" he grumbles remorsefully, "that piece-a-shit told me he's leaving me. how else was i supposed to react?"

"by not punching him across the freaking face," you facepalm, "look, 'tsum. it's not like 'samu is leaving you forever. he just, doesn't wanna do volleyball as much as you do. you gotta respect his decisions too, you know?"

"if i told you that i'm leavin' you for someone else, how would you feel?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed and expression hurt. you chuckled, cupping his face. he looks away from you.

"hey," you pause, "look at me, 'tsum."

and he obliges. you give him a peck on his lips, "that is a different situation. osamu isn't leaving you to partner up with someone else, he just wants to do something different with his life. not everyone loves volleyball as much as you do, sweetheart."

"is it wrong that i'm still kinda mad at him?" he asks, voice meek and small. you shake your head as you look up at him from your position, "absolutely not. you have the right to be mad, 'tsum. just, don't push him away. he's probably the only person who loves you more than me."

this makes atsumu laugh, "c'mere."

he pulls you into him, and you stay there for a bit—hugging his body in this weird position from the floor as he sits on your desk chair. he moves himself to the floor, sitting on his knees as he pulls you into his chest.

"i love ya," he says, "thank you for talkin' sense into me."

"hey," you smile, "at least you admit that you needed some sense."

"okay, i take that back. i don't love ya," he laughs, kissing the top of your head. you laugh too. the air around the two of you feels warm now, and you sort of want to stay in it forever. you look up to meet his gaze, and watch him looking down at you. you furrow your brows, "what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong," he pauses, "ya talked sense into me but.. uh, how am i supposed ta talk ta 'samu again? i fought like hell with him. he went to sunarin's and i came here. i just- i dunno. could you help me out here?" his eyes look sincere. your expression softens as you sit criss-cross in front of him. you ponder for a minute, "how about you play videogames?"

atsumu raises one eyebrow as if it's the stupidest idea he's ever heard. you snort—you actually snort, before laughing like a maniac. and then when your laughs finally stifle down, "dummy. not whatever you're thinking. go home, start playing something on your console and when you see 'samu, throw him a joystick. don't say anything."

"and ya think this dumb idea will work because..?" your boyfriend only continues quizzically staring down at you as you playfully slap his shoulder, "didn't i just talk sense into your dumb brain? what makes you think i'm not giving you solutions to all of your life problems?"

"if this doesn't work, angel," he still continues to use the nickname, "i'm never takin' yer advice again."

"if it works," you place a soft kiss on his jaw, "you better thank me for the rest of your ungrateful life."

"trust me. i will fuckin' worship ya," he says as he gets up from his spot, "i'll go now, and i'll do what you said. if this works, you and i are gonna be doing some not so pg-13 things."

"'tsum," you deadpan, "are you seriously promising me sex for fixing your relationship with your brother?"

"yes," he grins toothily as if it's the most normal thing in the world. you shake your head as you laugh, and then you grab a pillow from your bed before throwing it at your boy's head, "go, you freak. and call me if it works."

"i will!" he calls out, running down the stairs of your house, "i love ya!

you giggle as you watch him run towards his house from your window, shaking your head. he's the stupidest boy you know, but he's also the love of your life.

and when your phone starts ringing at two in the morning, you eagerly pick it up off your desk and place it to your ear. your heart is heavy with anticipation, "how'd it go?"

atsumu squeals. he fucking squeals like a child and then whispers, "it worked. i love ya so fuckin' much. you were right, and i'm sorry for doubtin' ya. i’m so glad it worked, oh my god. and if ya tell anyone about how happy i am right now, i will cut you in yer sleep."

"told you i was gonna be right," you chuckle into the speaker, "and 'tsum?"

he hums. you snicker before mumbling, "i'm not letting our first time happen because i patched you and 'samu up."

he's the one to snort this time, "yeah, no. yer right."

"i'm always right," you smirk, "and you, dummy, owe me for the rest of your life."

"that i do," he says softly, "that, i definitely do."

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twenty-six — how much changed

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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Atsumu knows that something’s wrong. You’re in his car, on your way back to his and Osamu’s apartment after your weekend trip, and you’re completely silent for the whole ride. He wonders if you’re just spent after spending so much time around your friends. You love them, he knows, but he also knows they can be a little much sometimes.

When you get to his place—empty, what with Osamu having a last-minute “study session” with some cute girl from his food safety class—Atsumu realizes he can’t take the silence anymore. He has to say somethi—

“We need to talk.”

You’re standing in the middle of the living room, staring down at your hands as they fidget with the hem of your (his) sweater.

The mood is definitely off, but Atsumu can’t help but notice just how perfectly you seem to fit into his home. After your first month together, you started making your mark on the place. It started small, a few potted plants and a clock. Eventually, you coaxed the twins into storing their plates and cutlery in the kitchen. Soon, all the windows had curtains and every spot of the once-barren apartment seemed completely lived-in.

He knows that something’s wrong, but he also knows that this—the two of you are right.

How could anything possibly go wrong for something so right?

“What’s up, baby?” he says, walking up to you with a gentle smile, his hands falling to your hips. He kisses the top of your head. “Y’know ya can tell me anythin’, right?”

You’re still nervous. Your entire body is tense beneath his touch, your eyes shifty under his gaze. You look like you want to run away.

“Something happened,” you say quietly. “Yesterday. With Suna.”

Atsumu stiffens. He pulls his head back to get a good look at you, to see if you actually mean what you’re saying. “Happened?” He swallows thickly. “What happened?”

“It’s just… he said something.”

Okay. Fuck.

“What did he say?”

He knows he’ll regret asking. Whatever Suna said, it can’t be great. Not when it’s gotten you to this point, completely avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze, completely disconnected from this whole situation.

You take a step back as Atsumu’s grip on you falters. “He told me he loves me.”

And there it is. Of course he’d tell you that. The fucking asshole.

Atsumu laughs. Like actually laughs. Full belly laugh, his whole body thrown into it as he stalks away from you. He wheezes, ignoring the worried look you give him.

“‘Tsumu—”

“It’s fucking ridiculous!” he exclaims, all laughter suddenly coming to an end. “I fucking warned him. I told him! God, always knew Sunarin was a little fucked in the head. Never knew what was best for him.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean you told him?”

“I told him not to say that to you!” He’s mad. So fucking mad. “That he fucking loves you? For fuck’s sake, what did he expect?”

“Why would you tell him not to?”

He turns to look at you. Oh, you’re fucking mad too.

“Why does it matter?” he asks, his anger shifting from Suna to you. On a regular day, he would be completely mortified hearing how he’s speaking to you right now. But today isn’t a regular day. “What? Do ya love him too?”

You scowl. “That’s not the point!” you tell him. “You don’t get to decide what he does or doesn’t tell me!” You walk over to Atsumu, eyes now boring into his. “Why would you do that? Why would you tell him to do that?”

“Because I didn’t want ya to leave!”

You gape at his words. “You’re joking, right?”

He shakes his head. “No.” The admission makes him feel small and pathetic and oh my fucking god why won’t he stop talking. “Yer leaving now aren’t ya? Now that ya have a chance with him? That’s what yer doin’, right?”

Your face twists in disgust. The sight makes him want to disappear. You can’t look at him like that, you shouldn’t.

“Yeah, I’m leaving,” you say, pulling his sweater over your head and tossing it on the couch. You walk up to him and stare straight into his eyes, the anger just radiating off of you. “But let’s make one thing clear: I’m not leaving because of Suna, I’m leaving because you don’t trust me.”

You ignore the tears that slide down your cheek as you continue to step closer to Atsumu, his face a look of total disbelief. “If you really think I was going to leave you just because I had a chance with Suna, then you don’t know me at all.”

You storm out of the apartment and rush out of the building before he can even come after you. Maybe he doesn’t even try—you don’t know because you don’t look back. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

You don’t know where you’re going. You just know that you couldn’t stay. How could you?

“Y/N?”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You stop, wiping the tears from your cheeks and shaking your head. “Nothing,” you say. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, Terushima.”

“Don’t believe you,” the boy says. He quickly waves goodbye to the people he’s hanging out with and gingerly grabs hold of your arm, leading you to sit on a bench nearby. “Let’s try again, shall we? Tell me what’s wrong.”

You fold over and put your head in your hands. “Everything’s fucked.”

He chuckles. “I’m gonna need a little more to work with, princess.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname. He’s not supposed to call you that anymore. After you and Atsumu got together, the basketball team essentially rioted. It ended with Terushima and your boyfriend having a “conversation” which resulted in a bunch of rules, one of which was that no one but Atsumu could call you “princess.”

“Everything I touch turns to shit,” you say. “I make everything wrong.”

Terushima hums. “What would happen if you touched actual shit though?” he asks, rubbing his chin inquisitively. “Would it turn into more shit? Would it get stinkier? Bigger?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Stop. Just let me feel bad in peace.”

“Well, I don’t know if you deserve to feel bad just yet,” he tells you. “So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or what?”

You groan. Persistent as ever. Just as annoying too. “Suna told me he loves me,” you say, ignoring Terushima’s oh shiiiiiiiiiit and continuing, “and I just found out that Atsumu told him not to tell me. Because he was afraid I’d leave him.”

A beat. “Fuck,” he says, sighing. “Man, they’re really bad at this.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t fucking know what to do.”

“You could go with Suna,” Terushima says. “I mean, he loves you and all.”

You nod. “Yeah, sure. Did you know that he also fucked me and hid it for a year?”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

“Dude’s so bad at this.” He laughs. “Okay. Atsumu then. He just loves you and doesn’t want you to leave.”

“He doesn’t trust me,” you point out. “He yelled at me, asked me if I was going to leave now that I had Suna to run to.”

Terushima’s bending over in laughter now. “They’re both terrible!”

“Or maybe I am.”

“Nah,” he says. “You’re good. You’re just lying.”

You scoff. “About what?”

“About how you feel,” he tells you. When you look at him quizzically, he continues, “Why are you so bothered by Suna telling you that he loves you?”

Why does that matter? You frown. “Because he never told me before.”

“What would have happened if he told you before?”

“I would have known.”

“You’re just being stubborn now.”

You think you know where he’s getting at and, as much as you hate it, you can’t help but know there’s a truth to it.

“If Suna told me that he loved me before I met Atsumu,” you say slowly, “I guess I would have told him that I loved him too.”

Terushima nods, stretching out against the bench, his legs spreading wide as he yawns. “There’s your answer.”

You let out a groan. “That’s not my answer,” you tell him. “Atsumu changes things. I know he does.”

“Yeah,” he says. “But does he change enough?”

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