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heartsoji · 1 year

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Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

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sanb3rry · 10 months

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ahh i love your takes on bf suna! can you write lovesick yet teasing bf suna (and if u can, how the twins react to him being so lovey dovey)?

TYSM,,, ofc i can !!!

bf! suna hcs >> pt.1 , pt.2 , pt.3

lovesick! suna who loves listening to you talk about anything and everything, and will remember everything you said.

"why are you smiling? is there something on my face?" "huh? no, i just like listening to your pretty voice."

cue you getting flustered and struggling to continue talking.

lovesick! suna who says that you're so cheesy when you daydream about living together with him but made sure to get the apartment of your dreams when you two moved together, also going out of his way to get one with that window you've always wanted.

lovesick! suna who gives you a major side-eye when you eat his ramen even tho he offered to make you some too but he can't help but laugh at how cute you look slurping the noodles.

lovesick! suna who will run all the way to your house in the rain if you said you missed him.

lovesick! suna who teasingly calls you 'his raccoon' due to your under-eyes but makes you take a nap because he knows you've been overworking yourself.

lovesick! suna who's phone is filled with photos and videos of you. his lock screen is a picture of you sleeping with your head on his shoulder he took on the train and his phone case has a photo booth picture of you two.

lovesick! suna who calls you every night no matter what so you guys could fall asleep on call together when you aren't there with him.

lovesick! suna who spends all his money on some stupid claw machine cause he saw a plushie you might like.

lovesick! suna who chuckles at his phone during breaks in practice which makes the twins look at each other curious.

lovesick! suna who nonchalantly tell the twins that he's talking to his girlfriend knowing they wouldn't dare tease him cause of the amount of dirt he has on the both of them, but that doesn't stop them from giggling like high school girls (which is very ironic.).

lovesick! suna who will jokingly say that you're so obsessed with him while he's clinging to you like a koala to a tree.

lovesick! suna who will buy anything for you, no matter what. he loves spoiling you.

lovesick! suna who will tease you for saying you like him when he's really doing happy back flips in his head cause you're being so adorable.

lovesick! suna who knows you're his forever and hopes you think the same of him.

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rinsaint · 2 years

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[ 1:11 AM ] SUNA RINTAROU

The dark bags under suna eyes were prominent, and your heart ached at the fact you could see them the moment he walked into your shared room.

You set your phone down on the table and lifted the blanket, allowing him to slide into bed with a soft, hum. Suna settled between your legs, shoving his face into your chest. His hands found their way to your back, soft fingers hiking up your shirt to glide his fingers up your back.

“You feeling alright, my love?” you whispered, your own hands finding home in his messy hair. It was all knotted and tangled, so you set to work gently carding through his messy hair with nimble fingers to work out the mess.

He didn't verbally respond, just shaking his head and snuggling his face into your chest.

You thought for a moment, you hummed, then stopping your work of untangling his hair to instead massage his head, scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck. “would you like to take a bath with me?” you asked softly, not sure what he was in the mood for tonight or the comfort he needed.

He grunted and you let out a soft sigh, “would you like to watch a movie?” you asked again. He didn't respond immediately, but did follow with a hesitant nod.

You reached over for the remote that was sat on your dresser where your phone was. You scrolled through the channels and clicked on a movie that both you and suna would enjoy.

Your overworked boyfriend sighed into your chest and mumbled out something that you didn’t quite hear.

“What was that rin?” You questioned him, rubbing a thumb on his forehead.

“I said I missed you.” Suna admitted, bringing the hand that was on his forehead to his lips, and kissing it.

You smiled, leaving one hand in his hair as the other sat in his hand, his soft lips leaving pecks on it. “The suna rintarou misses me? I’ve gotta admit, it seems like you’re going soft.” You softly joked, suna let’s out a chuckle into your chest.

“You know what? I take it all back.”

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princesuna · 2 years

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suna tries his best to avoid interacting with strangers at all costs. if the cashier forgot to give him his favorite sauce for his chicken nuggets? plain nuggets are actually delicious. if the barista accidently gave him hot coffee instead of iced? a hot drink in the scorching heat suddenly becomes refreshing. he can’t find chuppets in the store? he wasn’t really craving them anyways. it’s just not worth the energy. besides, he has friends like the twins and kita to do that kinda thing for him if it was really bothering him.

that is, until he met you.

you ask suna, your boyfriend, to accompany you to shop at an asian grocery store. he was about to refuse since he typically becomes your personal pack mule during these kinds of outings. he has to follow you around and carry stuff? on a weekend? you must be out of your mind. however, you promise to treat him to lunch and start giving him that look in your beautiful eyes that he simply can’t resist. to be honest, you’re his ultimate weakness and even though you said you were going to treat him, he would’ve paid for it in the end.

because it’s you.

you’re in the grocery store and are able to find most of the things you want to cook for the next week except for one thing: dashi stock. you’ve walked around the place many times and looped through several aisles and fail to find it. you figure it HAS to be in the store because what asian store wouldn’t have this staple ingredient? but your eyes cannot locate it. you start to get anxious because suna is carrying your things and you feel bad having him walk for so long.

suna watches as you grow increasingly frustrated. you start to get a bit upset, but you try your best to hide it. despite your attempts, he can tell this whole situation is stressing you out, so he leaves your side to find a worker. you notice him walking away and quicken your steps to catch up to him.

“rin, where are you going?” you ask.

“to ask a worker where we can find the dashi stock,” he replies simply.

“no! it’s okay. it’s not important anyways,” you say grabbing his arm trying to stop him.

“how are you gonna tell me it’s not important when you took like seven laps around this store? don’t worry, love, we’ll find it,” he replies giving you a gentle smile.

you manage to calm down and his words reassure you. he asks the worker where he can find the dashi stock, but to his dismay, the worker didn’t know and it almost hurts him to tell you this because he never wants to see you sad. while you are feeling defeated, you decide to check the sauce aisle one more time. logically speaking, that is where it would be located. you slowly make your way through the aisle scanning the shelves for it. you’re about to tell suna that you give up and want to go home as you reach the end of the aisle when he suddenly speaks up, but not to you.

“hey, do you guys know where we can find dashi stock?” suna asks the other couple in the aisle.

“oh, it should be right here. it’s on the very bottom shelf so it might be a bit hard to see,” the man replies pointing down.

he thanks the man and grabs the box. he heads over to you and you have this stunned look on your face. he wants to laugh at how cute you look. you just can’t believe he would do something like that. suna has always did the most to avoid interacting with strangers. this is so out of character for him.

“if you want something, you have to ask,” he says while tapping the box on your head.

“that’s rich coming from you,” you scoff.

suna laughs at the comment. you’re not wrong. he’s not sure why he was so determined to find the dashi stock for you. if he was with osamu, he would’ve convinced him to give up and go home. but you’re not osamu. you’re you, someone he cherishes dearly. when he sees how brightly you smile and how energetically you walk, he realizes he would go through hell and back if it meant keeping you happy. suna would overcome anything for you.

while you’re his weakness, you are also the one that gives him strength.

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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down bad ask but gf!reader with a hand kink and cant keep their eyes off suna's pretty ass hands and he uses that to his advantage when he teases her in bed 😣🙏🏼

okay i know i said no down bad stuff… but i saw u put this inbox and fucking died like omg r u stalking me…

OKAY SO I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I WILL NOT BE WRITING FULL SMUT IN THIS BC… idk why actually

cw: hands 😻😻, suna is hot, mentions of cuts on hands, veins???, reader is a lil dumb for hands, choking, begging?, i genuinely forgot ab what i put in here

sunas hands… are gorgeous, to say the least. they are stunning, but also hot asf like wtf who let this happen. they have veins on them, long and pretty ones. his hands arent too roughed up, but always have little nashes (like thin cuts) and are pretty and long.

whenever youre in the bathroom doing your skin care routine with him, you just cant keep your eyes off of his hands!!!! theyre too perfect ☹️☹️

this whole time, you thought you were being sneaky about your hand kink. but suna is not a dummy ‼️‼️ he sees that shit. he knows, and he knows just how much you love his hands, and he loves the way your eyes bulge out of your head when you see his hands. so he starts teasing you

he starts off with just little shows. shows off his hands, he’ll buy rings just to show them to you (i hc that he wears rings no matter what, but he buys new ones). he’ll also buy those like ring chains. he doesnt like it much, because it messes with the way he types, but he loves your reaction to them. all flustered with your eyes practically growing their own knees just to get on them and beg for his hands. but, you dont even have to beg, because his next step of teasing you is to just give them to you. his hands are either in your mouth or resting on your collarbone.

whenever his hands are in your mouth your soul practically leaves your body, and your brain cells just disappear. he swears he sees your head get a little bit smaller whenever he lets you suck on his long fingers

his hands are perfect for sleeping with too!!! you love it when he rests his hand right at the bottom of your belly. nothing suspicious or suggestive, just pure comfort

sunas hands look even better when theyre wrapped around your neck, acting as your new necklace. when you see them in the mirror, all you can see are the beautiful veins protruding on his skin and the perfect glow on them.

actually they look a lot better when theyre inside you.

a/n : HII!! im literally so dead right now i dont even know what i just wrote about. i love hands

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ashy-lyn · 8 months

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⇨ Chaotic Texts with Them <3

☆ starring: SUNA, ATSUMU, BOKUTO, TSUKISHIMA X gn!reader

☆ - SUMMARY ; random and effortlessly chaotic texts he sends you (real).

! warnings: swearing, lil teensy weensy bit suggestive in sunas, bokuto not knowing how to cook.

— SUNA

— ATSUMU

— BOKUTO

— TSUKKI

half of these are based on real texts (i wish i was kidding)

ANYWAYS- i hope you guys enjoyed this little bite of content. sorry if you starved for a while.

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izurou · 1 year

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THE AIR BETWEEN US FT. SUNA RINTAROU

synopsis: your best friend comes to a realization when you go out on a date — leaving him all alone in his brand new home.

contains: female reader. best friend suna. brief mentions and allusions to marriage. reader is a bit oblivious to rin’s feelings. swearing. lotta banter. one small part features jus rinnie (while reader is on her date) 2.8k words.

note: okok i’ve never written smth like this before but i’m so super proud of it and had so much fun ?!? ahhhh :’)

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

a little place about five minutes from the heart of downtown—rather mundane, and lacking a bit of everything. he has a few decorative pillows and other small trinkets, most of which were pawned off on him by his mother as he was moving out.

almost everything else he now owns was bought on a whim, with no regard for how any of it would tie together in a room. luckily, he had no desire for colour, and opted for neutrals when available.

his home is often quiet, lifeless—whether he’s there or he’s not, varying shades of navy blue seep through the blinds and cast dark shadows onto his walls.

he’s adjusting to it—the solitude. getting himself out of bed every morning, no incessant nagging from his father about it being half past noon, no music blaring from his younger sister’s room. it’s just him, the buzzing of his toothbrush, and the little sticker on his bathroom mirror that reads hello gorgeous, courtesy of atsumu.

and yet, out of the handful of times you’ve been there, the space has felt nothing but alive—with artificial orange hues filling the rooms, and the scent of freshly sprayed linen hanging in the air. even with the crisp breeze floating in through the wide open windows, it’s warm.

but sometimes, it’s incredibly loud.

“professional big spoon?” you hear him howling from the kitchen, mock and hilarity woven into each syllable—and immediately, regret starts to bubble in your chest.

you have a date tonight, soon. it’s nothing more than a casual dinner, with a guy you recently met on a dating app. he’s cute, tall, friendly—which is already more than you could say for most of the men on there, so why the hell not?

of course, upon hearing about the whole ordeal your best friend insisted that you come over the day of. you knew he’d want to poke his nose in your business and ask about the man—but the more rintarou talks, the more you begin to think he invited you here just to ridicule your match.

“this has gotta be the world’s douchiest bio,” he scoffs, furrowing his brows as he stares down at the screen. “6’2 my ass.”

he mutters the last part under his breath, opening his near empty fridge in search of something to wash down the sour taste flooding his mouth.

“what does he gain from lying about his height?” you chime, slipping into the room and watching as rintarou tilts his head back, chugging the remainder of yesterday’s gatorade.

he wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm, shifting his gaze over to you. quickly—he allows his eyes to travel from your head down to your feet, and back up once more.

hm.

“more matches,” he shrugs, leaning against the edge of the countertop and averting his attention back to the screen. “a little confidence, maybe.”

“so, you lie on your dating profile too?” you quirk a brow, tossing your jacket over the back of a of dining room chair. you slink a bit closer, preparing to snatch your phone back as soon as the chance presents itself.

“i don’t have to,” he huffs, jerking his hand away mere seconds before yours comes swooping in. “too slow, thanks for coming out though.”

“rin, stop fucking around,” you grumble, tugging on his arm as he holds it above his head. “you’re going to be the best man at our wedding, right? might as well practice not being a giant ass while you still have time.”

tch.

“hey, easy lovebird,” he hisses, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his wrist. his nose scrunches up and his brows furrow—a grumpy, get the hell away from me face you know all too well. placing the base of his palm flat against your forehead, he lightly pushes you away. “i’ll definitely be the best man there, but i’m not giving any speeches.”

“whatever, give me back my phone,” you mutter, glancing at rintarou’s brand new, never been and hopefully never will be used oven. “we’re meeting at eight, i have to go.”

“here, might wanna declaw before you leave,” he hands over the device and frowns, rubbing at the subtle red line forming near his elbow. “fuckin’ gremlin.”

you ignore his comment, reaching for your jacket and slipping the leather onto your arms. you fiddle with it, shifting and repositioning the fabric until it sits on your shoulders just right. it’s a bit oversized, but not too much, and it compliments the black lace trim on your cami. at least, you think it does.

“do i look okay?” you ask, peering up at rintarou who, is now wrist deep in a bag of calbee hot and spicy potato chips.

“mmm, you look like you do every day,” he replies through a mouthful.

“wow, i’m sure there’s thousands lining up to hear that one,” you laugh, and something resembling a smile forms on his lips.

“what can i say?” he agrees, weakly gesturing to himself before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the flavouring off. he strolls over to the front door, where you’re already reaching for the knob—trying desperately to flee. “hey, text me later, okay?”

“will do,” you assure.

“and have fun,” he adds, leaning his head against the doorframe as you step out into the hall. “but not too much.”

“yes, mother, bye now.”

he watches you practically skip down the narrow, dimly lit corridor until you disappear around the corner—and again, he’s alone.

⋆

rintarou props his feet up on his little black coffee table, aimlessly flipping his way through netflix—searching for something, anything to distract his saboteur mind.

it’s dark, the sun has long been set, and hues of navy blue bleed past the blinds. the streetlights outside paint the shadow of a tree onto his living room wall, though it resembles something much more frightening—a monster. could it be the same one who used to hide under his bed when he was a kid?

he continues to scroll until he comes across an anime, ouran high school host club. huh, you like that one. not his cup of tea by any means, but it’ll do—it’s just something to fill the silence after all. a shiver greets rintarou’s spine as he presses play, and he instinctively nuzzles into the collar of his sweatshirt. it’s cold.

craning his neck back, he narrows his gaze onto the window—wide open and practically begging for the frigid air to waltz right in. he inhales, shuts his eyes, and exhales. it’s too far.

he blindly throws his hand over the back of the couch, patting around until he feels the familiar fluff of his old rick and morty blanket. usually, it’d be sitting at the foot of his bed, but he just so happened to be in a similar predicament before you arrived late this afternoon.

he spreads the fleece over himself, and it barely covers three quarters of his body, but it’s a hell of lot better than nothing. he tugs his sleeves over his balled up fists and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his eyes to close once more.

yes, this’ll do. he can feel himself drifting off, becoming less aware of the sounds emanating from the television, less aware of the nagging thoughts feeding off his brain—except, for one.

vows don’t count as speeches, do they?

⋆

rintarou wakes to a low buzzing—vibrations that stem from the pocket of his hoodie and roll up his torso. someone’s calling.

he reaches, but his hand is forced to take a detour to the back of his neck, where a kink is in the midst of settling into the muscle. a few profanities slip out, all directed at himself for not laying down like a normal nap taking human.

“yeah?” he answers, leaning his head against the back of the sofa while pressing the device to his ear. he didn’t bother reading the contact name—he hasn’t heard from his mother at all today, and she’s made a daily habit of checking in on him, asking if he’s eating proper meals and doing his laundry.

at this point his microwave has stolen the title of best friend right out from under your nose, and there’s a basket of clean clothes that’s been in the corner of rintarou’s bedroom for the past three days. still, he always answers yes.

“rin, did i wake you?”

wait—it’s you. what time is it?

“oh, hey. yeah, you did,” he yawns, squinting at the tv, where a few boys in purple uniforms are talking about—fancy tuna? you are so weird. he pulls back for a moment, peering at the numbers sitting at the top of his screen—9:13 pm. “you home already?”

“no, i’m still here.”

shit, he better start practicing his i object.

“well? did they give him a booster seat?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his expression remains deadpan.

“he didn’t show up, rintarou.”

yes, maybe he doesn’t have to.

“huh? so you’ve just been sitting there?” he asks, using a finger to push the fluff on his blanket from side to side—against the grain, and with.

“yeah, i had hope for a while.”

he wants to say something—but he can’t decide on what. is this the appropriate time to insert a short joke? usually, he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it comes to you. you’ve been there for at least eight of his top ten most unsavoury comments—such as when he felt the need to guess how many husbands your english teacher has had throughout the years while she stood not two feet away—only to settle on none.

yet, the thought of you sitting all alone at a table somewhere—dolled up and waiting for someone who never even planned on coming in the first place—has the wings of every butterfly in his stomach wilting, causing them to nosedive into his bottomless pit of gatorade and potato chips.

so, he finally decides.

“i’ll come pick you up,” he blurts out, shoving rick and morty off to the side before rising to his feet.

“no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest—guilt lingering in your gut and causing you to second guess your decision to call. he’s been so sluggish as of late—sleeping in past his alarms, napping more often. it’s obvious that life has been doing a number on him recently. the last thing he needs is to be dragged out.

“no? why else would you call?” he hums, shuffling over to the pitch black void where his kitchen is. he feels around a bit until the familiar jingle of his car keys fills his ears. “text me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

he hangs up without warning, leaving you with no choice but to sit and wait.

rintarou grimaces as he nears the door, feeling a gust of wind as it sneaks in through his window and engulfs the entire living room in a frigid hell. he’s tired, exhausted even—and he doesn’t feel like driving right now.

but, he’s glad you’re dragging him out.

⋆

“don’t even say it,” is the first warning you give rintarou when you slide into the passenger seat of his car. he’s sitting, slouched forward a little as he rubs his hands together for warmth. you know the words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but you don’t want to hear them.

“oh come on,” he groans, visibly annoyed by your sudden demand.

“i’ve been embarrassed enough tonight, thanks,” you give him a faux smile—the passive aggressive kind you’d give to an irate customer.

“so, shouldn’t you like be used to it by now?” he mimics your tone, slightly raising the pitch of his voice.

“tch, you’d think so,” you mutter, noting the stray flakes, fluffy and white, that begin to encase his vehicle. huh, first of the season.

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you—nothing but the sounds of wet tires on pavement and an overly enthusiastic radio host.

rintarou’s never been one to offer verbal support to his friends, or anyone for that matter—it makes him feel awkward, vulnerable. he’s more or less always let his actions portray his feelings, so—him taking twenty minutes out of his evening to come get you means something, you’re sure of it.

still, you like seeing him squirm a little.

“why do you think he didn’t come?” your voice is like a dagger, cutting through the silence before settling at the base of his throat.

“dunno, maybe he has trouble getting it up,” he responds, dulling the blade completely.

“rintarou,” you sigh, blunt and a little defeated—but he swears he can feel you breaking skin with the second syllable of his name. eyes on the road rintarou.

“i don’t know, does it matter?” he tries, sweeping your attempt to kill him right under the rug. however, the wound is already there—open and weakening his resolve by the second. “it’s not you.”

“and if it is?”

“it’s not,” he’s firm, hoping that his words drill into that pretty little head of yours. “he’s missing out, would’ve been one hell of a wedding.”

“yeah,” you agree, “i was looking forward to that speech of yours. highlight of the night.”

“what about when i start drunk dancing with this guy’s mom?” he says, glancing over to catch the smile blooming on your lips—and it’s as if that dagger never existed at all.

“you? dancing?” you scoff, watching as rintarou’s skin glows a momentary orange with each passing streetlight.

“just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist,” he’s quick to defend himself—clearly taking your disbelief to heart.

you turn, holding back laughter as a very specific mental image pops into your brain. rintarou—drunk off his ass in a suit and tie, holding the hands of your groom’s mother as he awkwardly tries to dance with her—simultaneously pissing off half the guests in attendance.

you wonder how many drinks it would take for him to get to that point, or if it’d even take any at all—you’re almost certain that a pep talk and a measly twenty from atsumu would suffice.

either way, the thought alone almost has you wishing this date would’ve gone a little better.

⋆

now, the route back to your place is quick—but it’s not the one rintarou took. instead, you’re coming up on the small 24 hour convenience store, which is about a two minute walk from his place.

“rin,” you start, “i thought you were taking me home?”

“huh?” he glances over at you, putting on a faux look of innocence. “all i said was that i’d pick you up.”

“asshole,” you mumble, noting the increase in wind—which is giving the illusion of a horizontal snowfall.

“relax,” he snorts, pulling the car up in front of his apartment. “i’ll drive you home later, now get out.”

you watch as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, lifting his hips ever so slightly to fish a pair of keys out—one large and one small.

“head up, i’ll park.”

he waits for a moment, watching as you scurry up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby before he drives off into the parking lot.

in a matter of twenty minutes, the weather has taken a turn for the worse—and rintarou braces himself for the short walk to the side door. he’s going against the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, hood blown off his head. he can feel the wind creeping beneath his sweater, penetrating his skin. it’s horrible.

then, it’s not. he’s inside, safe from the storm threatening to tear the building from it’s soil. he opts to take the stairs—remembering what his father once said about taking an elevator during a storm.

his nose and ears are pink, bordering red as he swiftly makes his way down the hall. as he nears his suite—a warm amber glow greets him from beneath the door, and his chest tightens. those damn stairs, maybe he should take them more often.

he swings the door open, and there you are—sitting on his couch, drowning in his blanket, table side lamps on, window shut.

“what the fuck, rin!” you gawk, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering. “close your goddamn windows before you leave.

he can feel it too, this numbing temperature—it’s much worse than it was before his nap.

“also, i cannot believe you were watching this without me,” you cut him off before he has the chance to respond—and he’d expect to be embarrassed having been caught, but he’s not.

he’s happy, because you’re patting the spot next to you while wearing what he thinks has to be the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. maybe he should start practicing his i do.

because even with the season’s most polar air standing between the two of you,

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

#izurou #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna hcs #i love him so BAD he’s so stupid #my baby < 3

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hxltic · 1 year

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JUST FRIENDS? SUNA RINTAROU

It was one school day, you just walked in for lunch.

You spotted a circular table of your friends (that weren’t even really actually eating). You didn’t find much content anywhere else, and wandering around the cafeteria wasn’t an option. The only open seat was between Aran and Suna. He must’ve saved it for you.

The first comment was about how close you and Suna were getting. He was the last of the group to be introduced to you, Aran being the first friend you had at the school entirely. I think now we can decipher why.

“Were just friends ‘Samu.” You explain. Your fingers continue to drag along your phone screen through social media. Now is about the time Atsumu sends you dumb secret texts about everyone and they pop up in your face.

If anything Suna was your little gossip buddy. He’d come over sometimes to study and you’d just laugh at all the dumb shit that happened at school. Like you said, he was sassy. You told him he was once, to which he responded “bitch please.”

Speak of the devil, you heard a little giggle from the guy scrolling through his own phone next to you. It was almost like he giggled at your reply. He hadn’t payed much attention to the group anyway, but he clicked the phone off satisfied and slid it in his pocket. He then proceeds to talk casually with his head propped in his hand.

You heard a ding! And the dropdown box showed a message from “Rinnie!” Because it was an image, you couldn’t see it beforehand.

You opened the message to a picture he took of you: in his room with the flash on; face covered in cum; looking up at him deliriously—his tip actively slapping on your smiling tongue in the live photo.

Your face flushed red immediately and you literally did a 180 in your seat. You were facing the complete opposite direction of everybody else when you turned it off.

“Hey you okay?” Kita asks behind you. You respond with a heavy nod, hoping he could see it, but you can only guess Rin was smiling his ass off as he could still see you from the side.

©hxltic

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #god i want him so bad #suna hcs #suna rintaro x reader #suna imagines #haikyuu imagines #rintarou suna #suna haikyuu #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintaro #suna headcanons #suna x you #suna x reader

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o2amu · 2 years

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classmate!suna who annoyingly pleads for gum every day after lunch, but you give him one anyway because the way he crumples up the wrapper and throws it at you makes you giggle.

who’s always slouched down in his seat until you walk in the room and notice the subtle shift of him sitting up properly (because he knows you’ll tease him about his terrible posture).

who pokes at your side as you’re peacefully eating your lunch and struggles to make eye contact when you turn to face him because of how cute he thinks you look with your puffed up cheeks, mouth full of food.

who catches himself staring a bit too long at you during your study sessions, admiring your serious and concentrated demeanor.

who stays up late at night thinking about you and wonders if he may have a (not so) little crush on you.

who can’t contain it anymore after several days have gone by and after contemplating for a bit, decides to spill his heart out to the miya twins about you.

whose heart is beating out of his chest after receiving a text message from osamu informing that they may have “accidentally” let his little secret crush slip out to you.

who hesitates to walk into class the day after the miya twins supposedly exposed his crush on you, afraid of what you’d say to him.

who scurries to his seat and greets you with a brief, muffled “g’mornin’,” avoiding eye contact and remains silent for a few moments.

who’s surprised to see you slip a folded gum wrapper on his desk with a warm, shy smile on your face.

who shoots you a confused look and opens the gum wrapper that reads the words ‘i like you too rin :)’.

#is this too cheesy… idk #probably yea..#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro headcanons #suna rintaro x gn!reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro fluff #suna hcs #suna rinatro #suna rintaro imagine #hq suna

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nerd-of-karasuno · 2 years

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Can i please request some dating headcanons for Suna? Thank you 💕

yes! I am sorry this took so long and this is a little shorter than usual since I am not super familiar with Suna <3

Suna has so many videos and pictures of you on his phone.

You're aware that he has some pictures and videos of you since you've seen him record his friends a lot.

The first couple of times he records you, he makes sure that it's very clear that he's doing that to make sure that you're okay with it. He doesn't want to make you uncomfy

Suna has a super hidden folder on his phone where he keeps those photos of you- this folder only exists after you start dating and is only super hidden so a certain Miya twin never finds it.

No one else knows about this folder and Suna would very much like to keep it that way

he would die if anyone found out, especially that certain Miya twin

You constantly get sent videos of the Miya twins arguing by Suna.

Suna is also constantly texting you whether it be memes, videos, pictures, or school related things.

If you have a messy sleep schedule, he tries not to send you anything super late in case you're actually asleep.

I feel like Suna is actually good at keeping his feelings towards you a secret.

He doesn't want to confess unless he is sure he knows how you feel about him.

He really does not want to lose you as a friend.

That's a thought that pains him to think about.

So when Suna asks you out when he's positive that you like him back, he either does it one of two ways.

1) he texts you, saying he likes you and asks you out on a date.

2) he casually asks you out one day while you're hanging out whether it be at school, after volleyball practice or game, or at one of your houses, but he only does this when you're alone.

This boi is probably pretty smooth.

Your first date is pretty simple, but it's very romantic.

Suna makes sure that your first date is something that you really want to do, but he doesn't tell you what you're doing beforehand, so it's a surprise.

After your first couple of dates, Suna begins taking you out on dates randomly and without much planning.

Suna just shows up at your house and tells you to get dressed if you aren't already.

He loves being around you.

Suna likes seeing you at his games. He'll often look up at you in the stands during the game.

He tries to be sneaky about it, so his teammates won't notice, but that doesn't work out every time

Suna facetimes you a lot, even if you two don't live far from each other.

His facetimes are definitely random though and very spontaneous.

He especially likes facetiming you when you're doing your homework cause he thinks you look cute when you're focused.

Suna loves wrapping his arms around you with his head on your shoulder while standing behind you.

He won't admit it for some reason, but he's almost fallen asleep while standing like that because he was so comfortable and relaxed.

Suna enjoys kissing you on your forehead a lot.

He doesn't leave you without kissing your forehead.

Even if he's just going to be gone for a few minutes, Suna still kisses your forehead before he goes.

If you kiss his forehead, it will really surprise Suna and he'll try to hint to you that he wants you to kiss his forehead more.

He never thought he'd like receiving forehead kisses from you that much.

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna hcs #suna headcanons #suna rinatro #suna rintaro hcs #suna rintaro headcanons #suna rintaro haikyuu

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omg hello! since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg

I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight

HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS

a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious

warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood

suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)

S. RINTARO

he finds it so cute

he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley

he just loves it. he loves you!

he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching

literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish

he just finds it so stinking adorable

but ofc, he also has to tease you about it

its all in good fun, he loves it so much

you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.

unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.

you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE

contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"

you beamed. "your baby!"

he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.

"i guess so."

M. ATSUMU

he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things

whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was

he fails most of the time

he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything

i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect

also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh

it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.

"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs

"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off

"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.

"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"

you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.

"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.

you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.

he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.

he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)

O. TOORU

little brat but its ok

he really likes bubbles, as do you

sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization

(sometimes in the shower too!)

hes also really into disney

he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!

frozen is his fav

he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime

hes your little princess

"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"

"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"

"I DON'T CARE"

"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"

"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.

"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*

you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.

"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.

"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."

"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"

you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."

"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie

"i love you."

you stopped short, giving him a curious look.

"you're the one for me."

you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."

"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#see you suun ⭐︎#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna hcs #suna drabble #suna imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu hcs #atsumu drabble #atsumu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa hcs #oikawa drabble #oikawa imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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