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bokutobabes · 2 days ago
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HAIKYUU BOYS AS THINGS MY BOYFRIEND HAS DONE PT.3
Haikyuu Suna, Bokuto x gn!reader
SUNA RINTAROU
Randomly posting your pictures online
Istg- he would be like "Hey Y/N" and as you turn to face him he would just "CLICK"
📸 CAUGHT YA IN 4K and ran off with your pictures
You will see your blurry/ filtered/ candid self on his instagram story
E M B A R A S S I N G ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
He would insist that it's 💞CUTE💞 ┐( ˘_˘)┌
you are tho
He once recorded your drunk ass trying to pin a donkey tail on Atsumu bcos he's being an ass donkey
And you never lived that down lol
Suna said it's essential to keep all the happy memoriess pftt
But you love him and you don't mind all the embarassment as long as it makes him happy (灬º‿º灬)♡ simp
It will eventually grow on you and you'll also find it cute that he's posting your pictures on his account hhshshhshshs
BOKUTO KOUTARO
Random midnight walk :D
One of my favourite activities with my boyf <33 can y'all tell that I'm biased lol
You were scrolling through your phone when you receive a notifications from him "Baby 🥰 Let's go out!!"
Sneaking in and out of your house always gives both of you the adrenaline of the night
Lots of whispered yells and not-to-quiet hushed when you're trying escape without your parents noticing 👀
Grabbing a snack at McDonalds ends up getting a meal set lol
strolling down the park enjoying the night breeze CRIES
Lots of giggles and nonsense talks
Rushing to your house before the sunrise (╯°□°)╯so that you won't get grounded by your dad
Sloppy kisses planted by Bo all across your face ( ˘ ³˘)♥ before he's saying goodbye
Your mom knows but she kept it quiet because she finds the both of you adorable :D
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kageyamatobiyogurt · a day ago
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haikyuu boys at a haunted house 
a/n: mmmm here’s an idea that i now realize would have been perfect for october.. and not december.. MAYBE i’ll do a christmas post for the holidays -- WAIT i may have just come up with something... will update you guys hehe 
- n e ways here’s my brain just spitballing and here’s the most characters i’ve written (individual) hcs for in one post wehey 
includes: hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima, tendou, ushijima, kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, suna, bokuto, akaashi 
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hinata: 
he really couldn’t hide his stress even when y’all were on line 
his eyes kept darting back and forth while the loud noises played around you guys 
mans got visibly more stressed the closer you got to the entrance 
“it can’t be too bad right?” “like, kids are going in and they can’t really scare people” 
the first time he gets jumpscared inside he can no longer walk and y’all have to take the emergency exit 
kageyama: 
can’t help his heart from thumping even though he knows this is all fake 
he holds onto you the whole time, whether it be your arm, your sleeve, your shoulder, anything 
the type just to curse under his breath and briefly close his eyes, “oh fuck-” 
yamaguchi: 
overly polite baby pls 
he’s nervous too but he wants to keep you company until the end 
let. him. hold. your. hand. rn. 
mans yelps when he gets scared but he’s still so nice to the staff
“EE!” he’ll yelp (but he still sounds so soft idk how else to say it)
“you really got me there” he’ll say to the ghost after he composes himself, hand coming up behind his head as he does this little curtesy to the ghost 
tsukishima: 
one to aggravate the staff because he shows barely any reaction 
“that was so obvious” he’ll laugh loud after something pops up and the lights stop flashing 
it’s all in good fun for him but this is not what the haunted house staff intended???
tendou: 
once again i believe nothing like this would scare him 
so he’s good to have around if you’re more nervous yourself 
he knows exactly where someone would try to pop out at you guys so it doesn’t even phase him 
this one time, he beats the “ghost” at their own job and yells first. PLS the guy in costume falls back and it takes everyone out of their immersion 
he is asked to not come back after this </3
ushijima: 
i feel like he wouldn’t be too scared but he does jump at unexpected loud noises (who wouldn’t) 
he just trembles here and there and you’d only know if you held his hand 
he’s your anchor and before you realize it, you’re his too 
so maybe he keeps an arm around you most of the time or holds your hand a little tighter 
kuroo: 
tries to be suave, as he does 
but he’s making up for his nerves by talking to you and trying to distract himself 
PLS he’s in the middle of telling you some cheesy pickup line when something grabs his leg and his voice does this CRACK 
“y/n did you knoWwWOh”
he’s too embarrassed that he’s not scared anymore no, but he’s in his head wondering how he can undo wtf his voice just did 
iwaizumi: 
he didn’t claim he wasn’t scared because he didn’t feel like he had to? 
plus he was pretty calm going into it 
at the end of the day, this haunted house is just filled with more people in costume
what he didn’t expect however is for this screeching woman to come out of this closet you were walking by 
MANS HAS TO HOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM DECKING HER OMG 
when he realizes what he almost did he feels so bAd lmao 
luckily you can’t see how red he is in this darkness 
oikawa: 
really really did not want to go in in the first place 
mans was just trying to save his pride ahead of time okaY 
but you got him to cave when you pouted and said, “but tooru what if i get scared and then i’m all alone” 
this changed his mindset entirely, even with him going, “well of course i’m here to protect you y/n-chan” 
bro but his grip on you when you enter is so TIGHT PLS 
the second you two are in dim light his hand is digging into your arm like CHILL 
you couldn’t even leave him in there if you wanted to 
he also may screech inside but he will die not admitting it 
atsumu and osamu: 
ofc it becomes a competition between these two 
“let’s see who gets more scared” 
“yer on, loser” 
“whatever, we all know who’s the braver twin” 
eventually they place bets on who will buy the other food and y’all make your way inside 
in conclusion: both get scared shitless and they somehow wind up holding each other’s hands regardless if there’s an s/o present 
suna: 
these things also don’t really scare him 
mans is the type to watch horror movies and creepy theory videos late at night and still manage to sleep peacefully 
you may hold onto his arm while you guys walk 
he’s just out here snapping a picture of the most grotesque monster inside and captioning it with “mood” or “same” 
bokuto: 
ohmygod he’s fun but also chaotic 
mans contributes to half the times you get surprised 
he’s so loud that him gasping or yelping is unintentionally scary 
“y/n what is that over.. THERE OH MY GOD” he booms, scaring you and those walking behind you pls 
but he always laughs off what happens to him after, saying something like, “that was a good one, y/n” 
akaashi: 
pretty chill but he can’t help his heart racing a little 
the most that he’ll let out is a gasp or a sharp intake of breath 
he can’t really find it in himself to let out a yell or anything if he’s that surprised by something 
honorable mentions to those who just didn’t go inside, saving themselves from unnecessary stress: kenma, kita, asahi
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makkisun · 2 days ago
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INARIZAKI / comfort fic.
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You were sitting on the gym floor, your knees pressed up to your body, and back resting flat against the wall. You were distressed, for your reasons.
"I do hope ya know yer enough." Atsumu said next to you, his eyes locked onto you.
"Do ya know how happy I am to know yer' someone in this world, how happy I am to know I could talk to ya right now?" He let out a small laugh. "Wow.. ya really are a cool person, yer more than enough."
He leaned forward to you slightly.
"I wouldn't replace ya with anything, or anyone. Ya belong here, yer everything anyone could ask for." The blonde spoke.
To the right, Osamu came and let his head rest on your shoulder. His gray hair slightly touching the side of your neck. He played with the white strings from his gray sweatpants.
"I'm so proud of ya." He mumbled, before lightly re-adjusting his head onto your shoulder to be more comfortable. "You've come so far... look at yourself now. Even if ya aren't, ya always have ways to become what ya what in the future." He turned his head, his gaze going from him fidgeting with the string to you. He's speaking to you.
"Remember that, alrighty? Yer.. ya should be proud of yourself. Past mistakes don't define ya now, yer mistakes now are okay, and mistakes in the future are things ya don't need to worry about." He reassured. "Future you will deal with that, and future you will deal with it right."
Aran appeared in front of Samu, his body facing you. There was a slight frown on his expression. He crossed his legs, letting his arms rest on his thighs. "Ya do know fighting for yerself is okay also, right?" He questioned.
You didn't respond.
"Ya ain't too 'sensitive', too weak, or a crybaby if something upsets you. If it upsets ya, it upsets ya. Obviously you'd wanna be the bigger person and handle the situation maturely, but.. ya gotta do stuff for yerself too. Those waves of emotions ya feel when something bad or good happens is valid. It's okay."
Suna came and sat next to Atsumu, his eyes still on his phone, tapping away.
"...And asking for help is fine." He said, his tone soft. "You aren't a burden, a bother, or whatever you think you are for wanting to feel better."
He shifted more towards you, moving across Atsumu's shoulder to repeatedly pat your ankle. "So talk to me, I'm all ears when you need it." He stopped, letting his hand lay flat. "I care about you, you know." He softly rubbed your anklebone in a circular comforting manner, before removing himself and continuing to stare at his phone.
And then finally, you heard two steps walk closer and then a looming shadow. Glancing up was none other than Kita Shinsuke himself. You both stared at each other for a moment, before the white haired boy leaned forward to rustle your head.
"Just keep on going, we love you." He told you, his lips forming to a small smile.
His words were simple and plain, but strong. There was no hesitation or lies laced between them. They were true.
And so, you did.
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9kenma · a day ago
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extra ; suna rintarou has it pretty good in life, but he wants more.
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"Are you busy?"
It's been a few months now that you and Suna Rintarou have maintained an unlikely... acquaintance, but hearing his voice on the other side of the line still sends shivers up your spine.
You're not entirely sure they're unpleasant, but when his voice is like that — slightly hoarse, with traces of sleep fighting for control — you lose the capability to think properly. Like right now. You're not entirely sure of anything.
Except yes, you are. You have a blank document open and an application to fill. "Sorry, Suna," you puff up your cheeks with disappointment. "I've got to be productive."
"Hn." You can imagine his pout so vividly. In your mind's eye you zoom out and picture Suna in his natural habitat: lying on his stomach with a blanket pulled over his head like a shawl. There'll be papers stacked neatly on his desk and game controllers strewn carelessly by the foot of his bed.
It's crazy how much you've gotten to know someone so remotely removed from your life 3 months ago, even more when you think about how famous he is around campus. Who would've known that you and the Suna Rintarou would hit it off after working together on a group project? Who could've guessed that, in a drunken, celebratory haze, you and the Suna Rintarou would hook up, and enjoy yourselves so much that it's become a regular thing?
His voice brings you back to the present. "That's unfortunate. I wanna see you."
"Believe me, there's nothing more I'd like than for you to screw my brains out," you laugh, "but I need them right now."
His pause in response makes you feel that you've misspoken, but before you can say anything, he speaks: "We don't have to, you know."
"We don't have to what?"
"Screw your brains out." Apparently Suna senses the glaringly prevalent interpretation of his words, because he is quick to add: "Not that I don't enjoy doing it, I just meant you could come over and be productive."
Now it's your time to fall silent.
The last four times in the past month that you've seen Suna have all ended with the two of you naked. Hanging out without an ulterior motive feels foreign, especially if it's just going to be the two of you in a room quietly working.
Half of you is nervous, because you really do need to finish this application. The other half is anticipatory, maybe because of the aforementioned shivers, or maybe because this signals the beginning of something new in your relationship —
"We don't have to," Suna interrupts your train of thought with a gamely attempt at hiding his disappointment.
"No, I want to," you say. "It's just — I really need to get work done, yeah? So if we'd be productive together, then... then I'd really like to see you, too."
"Okay," and the renewed energy in his voice makes you smile. "Yeah. Let's do that. Um, I can get us coffee and be at yours in 30?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too." A pause.
"Well, see ya Suna —"
"One more thing," he says.
"Mm?"
"Call me Rin."
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heyhoneyybunn · 2 days ago
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These were supposed to be phone wallpapers but they were not cooperating 😭 anyways hope you like ❤️
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rayaxsuna · 11 hours ago
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Them Reacting to You on Your Period - Suna and Osamu
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WARNING : Very Suggestive. Mentions of Intercourse. Minors DNI.
PAIRING : Osamu Miya x Reader. Suna Rintaro x Reader.
GENRE : Fluff. Periods.
TAGS : Suggestive. Fluff. Heated. Suna = Thirsty.
SYNOPSIS: You get your period and your boyfriend tries to take care of you.
a/n: suna is so thirsty in this and tbh im lovin it.
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Suna Rintaro:
“Babyyy can you come here?” You plead for Rin to come into your shared room to lay with you. Periods are so difficult and just him holding you would make it a thousand times more bearable. He appears at the doorway with only the yellow lamp illuminating him. The tall windows show you the shining city in the dark. He leans against the doorframe and looks at you on the bed.
“Yes, my love.” He crosses his arms and smiles at you softly.
“Come lay with me. Please.” You sit up on the bed, in only Rin’s black t-shirt and underwear. Pants on your period can be such a pain if you leak. Your legs are spread out on the soft white sheets and Rin feels a moment of heat rush to his ears. He walks over to you and taps your forehead.
“Aww is my baby being needy?” He leans forward and tilts his face to see your eyes better.
“Rin I am on my period so please just lay with me.” When you tell him, he immediately sits on the bed and picks you up to place you on his lap.
“Sorry, I didn't know.” He rubs his nose against yours softly and you feel him graze his lips on the corner of your mouth. You adjust yourself on his lap and pull the blanket over your head. Your hair escapes the edge of the blanket and Rin laughs at the sight. You puff out your lip and his hands rub your hips.
“Can you make me some tea?” He nods and holds eye contact with you for some time.
He leans closer to you and smirks, “You need to get off me for me to do that.” Heat rushes to your cheeks and he laughs before wrapping the blanket back around you and going to make tea.
When he comes back he sees you rolling around on the bed and groaning in pain.
“Rin it hurts so bad.” He sees that. He wishes he could stop you from hurting but all he can do is be there for you.
“I know baby, c’mere.” He sets the steamy cup on the night table and pulls you into him. He lays you on your stomach and gets on top of you to straddle your legs. As tall as he is, he towers over your small body. He presses his thumbs into your lower back gently and releases.
“Is that okay?” You hum in response. He smiles at the sight of you closing your eyes in relaxation.
“One question.” He says softly.
You hum again, your eyes still fluttered shut. He grazes his fingers across your back, leaving a trail of chills before going back to the massage.
“Would sex help?” He smirks to himself.
You groan and he continues to massage your back. “Everything is not about sex Rinnn.” He smirks and kisses the back of your neck, trailing down your back.
“How can you expect me not to think about it when all you are wearing is my t-shirt and black underwear?” He grips the line of your boyshort underwear and lets it slap back onto your skin. You flip over and stare at the boy. He presses his palms into the mattress beside you and hovers over you. His basketball shorts do him no good in hiding what is underneath. You feel yourself getting warmer as he presses a hand to your cheek. “Wanna try?” He smirks again and the seductive tone in his voice touches your body with more heat.
“Go get the stuff,” You push him off and he slides smoothly off the bed, strolling into the bathroom.
You prop yourself onto your elbow, “Rin,” He turns back to face you from the bathroom doorway, “Every. Single. Time.”
He cannot help but chuckle and he sticks his tongue at you, “You act like you don’t want daddy.”
You blush and stick the closet pillow you can find to your face before turning over and yelling at him. You really did want him though.
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Osamu Miya:
You are sitting on the bed clutching your stomach and groaning in pain when he walks in.
“What's wrong baby?” He comes over to you and kneels beside the bed to come face to face with you. Your hair is falling all over your face so he moves it aside and runs his finger on your cheek.
“I got my period this morning. Now I feel like crap.” His eyes soften and he motions for you to move to the top of the bed instead of lying on it sideways. He tucks the blanket around you and kisses you before turning the tv on. He puts on your favorite show and hands you the remote. Silently, he goes back out of the room and shuts the door.
About fifteen minutes later, he comes back in and has a steaming cup in his hand.
“Here, I made you tea and there is some soup on the stove. I will bring it in soon.” You smile widely, suddenly forgetting about your stomach pain. He gives you the cup and slides into the sheets with you, your legs drape over him and he wraps an arm around you.
“Want a massage?” You perk up and kiss his cheek as a response. He takes your foot into his one and kneads slowly.
The other hand that is wrapped around you is now placed on your stomach, he runs his finger along with your underwear band and gently keeps his warm hand there. The warmth from his hand is helping the pain and so you snuggle into the crook of his neck and he kisses your forehead.
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soliloqquist · 2 hours ago
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lazy weekends — ft. suna rintarou ▷ content: fluff, very very tiny bit suggestive. ▷ a/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! i'm very new on here, so if you wanna be moots just hmu! (i need friends ty)
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suna groans into your neck when your phone rings, and as you try to push away from the hold he has on you so you can turn off the alarm, he wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you back in.
"rin." you sigh, the sleep having left you after laying there and listening to the same alarm go off for the fourth time, snoozing itself and coming back ten minutes later. "can i please. turn it off."
he doesn't answer, instead cuddling even closer into you and exhaling into your skin, eyes shut. you shoot him a glare, even though he couldn't see it. "rin, come on."
"no." he mumbles, finally. it's muffled, because his lips are pressed against your neck still, and his voice is thick and hoarse with sleep - but you manage to pick up his words. "you'll just get up and leave. then it gets cold."
he's so incredibly clingy and looks so childish - and cute, but you're pissed so you push that thought aside - that it's almost difficult to think he'd been so mean last night.
"i need to pee." you mutter, tugging at a strand of his hair.
"sure," he responds in another mumble, unmoving. you sigh, helpless, knowing that your whining for him to let go of you could get as loud as it could, and he'd still ignore it in favor of relishing as long as possible in your warmth and the comfort of your shared bed.
he was always like this on weekends. through the week, as you got through your individually busy and tiring schedules, your bodies and minds would slowly drift towards a longing for the weekend to come, partially for the relief from exhaustion and partially for finally getting the chance to be together again.
with him being a professional athlete, his days were all packed with practise matches and appointments and checkups - and you were yourself a busy person with an equal amount of duties to attend to.
getting two days all to yourself, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, too.
but the thing was that while you wanted to go out with him, drive over to see the sunrise, have brunch at a beachside restaurant, maybe go see a concert or something - all suna wanted was to sleep in.
you would argue about it sometimes, and most of the time, he'd win. not because he vetoed your wishes, but because he would always do this.
"do you want me to pee on the bed?" you threaten, and he's unfazed, as usual - giving you only a soft hum in reply that could be a yes or a no or a soft snore, you couldn't tell.
defeated, you flop back onto the pillows and let him steal all your warmth.
as you stare down at him, you see how the corners of his mouth twitch up a little, showing off a small smile. the sight softens you, and you mutter a short, fine, and close your eyes.
"only a few minutes, kay." you try one last time. "i have a yoga class at nine."
he sighs, something in between a grunt and a snore, and you have to giggle. you know he'll have you stuck here with him the entire morning, and that you'll only be starting the day around noon. it was the same way every saturday morning, after all.
you should ask your yoga miss to change you to an evening class, you think. because really, though you were acting pissed with him, you missed him just as much as he missed you.
you were just used to staying on track and following through everything you'd set for yourself, and truthfully, without suna here, you might never catch yourself a break.
and it was why you loved him, really. because he was so laidback and easygoing, inert where you were full of drive and activity - the contrast was good for the both of you. symbiotic, you could say, as a friend of yours had pointed out.
as you let your mind wander, you absently curl your fingers into his hair and start playing with it, humming under your breath, and a feeling of peace settles between the two of you.
he stretches out, and pushes the blanket off, muttering to himself that it was too hot now, and you watch the sun coming through the gaps in the curtains fall on his pale skin, lighting up the curves of his muscular form as he moves to a more comfortable position.
you watch him, slowly getting sleepy again, his sharply angled features squished into you as he slept - maybe we can go for a drive around the city limits tonight.
and like he'd heard the thought, he clears his throat, eyes still closed. "i'll take you out to eat tonight."
"okay." you say, and the smile he had on his face widens just a little. your answer is short, but he knows you're happy about the offer.
this was another reason why he always won. he'd get his way, and then he'd let you have yours too. if it wasn't watching the sunrise, then it was watching the sunset. if not a morning coffee date, then it was a late-night boba run.
"okay," you repeat, because yeah, it was fine. the day could wait. your weekend plans could wait. all you needed, all you wanted right now - was to be like this with him. all he wanted was to be like this with you.
sliding down, you squeeze in between his arms and close your eyes, content. and as you fall asleep, you don't notice that the slight tilt of suna's mouth has turned into a big, contented smile.
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meianslover · 2 days ago
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[Bus Rides in the Snow]
warnings : reading is called ‘stunning’ by suna , the reader is gender neutral as always but decided to specify this time (lol)
wc : 386
christmas time is here material list
december 2nd, suna jokes about how aesthetic your bus ride is
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“Rin” you said softly as you poked his cheek to wake him up from his cat nap, “the bus is here.” Suna groaned and stretched out his arms. He got up and grabbed your hand and started walking to the bus door. You two got on the empty bus and sat down in the back. Suna let you have the window seat knowing you like it the most. He rests his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes wanting to rest a bit more before you arrive at the party you were invited to. Meanwhile you look outside the window and notice the pure white snow that is starting to coat the ground. You smile as you watch the delicate snowflakes begin to fall.
“Rin-Rin” you whisper again, softly nudging him off your shoulder to get his attention. Suna raises his head to look at you. You point your finger outside to silently signal what is happening outside the warm bus you two are sitting in. While Suna found the snow pretty, he found you stunning. He loved the way your eyes lit up seeing the snow, acting as if this is your first time experiencing it. He loved the little kid smile left on your face as you turned back around to look at him. He smiles a genuine smile as he continues to stare at you while you’re memorized by the weather of the night.
“This is so aesthetic,” Suna jokes. You smile and giggle at his stupid response. You push his head back lightly. Suna lets out a breathy chuckle as he closes his eyes and fake pouts at you. You smile as you rest your head on Suna’s broad shoulder and he rests his head on top of yours while you two look out the window.
Well Suna was right even if he was joking. It was aesthetic, something you would see on pinterest. The snow falling, the blurry christmas lights that were on houses through the semi-foggy window of the beaten down bus, the dimmed lights that are too old to still be working, and the cute couple —the only passengers on the bus— that are cuddling, enjoying this moment that might never happen again. But nothing can compare to the love flowing through the atmosphere that snowy ‘aesthetic’ night.
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notes : funnily enough i absolutely hate the winter time and snow. nothing gets more on my nerves :/ i also loved this prompt but i actually kinda hate this work.
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sckyie · a day ago
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❦ happier than ever
1.9 - who are you
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luvboku · 27 days ago
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PUSSYDRUNK
feat. atsumu miya, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi, kōtarō bokuto, osamu miya, suna rintaro, tōru oikawa, tobio kageyama
mdni or else i'll cast a spell on you
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pussydrunk!atsumu, who’s addicted to your essence. he laps it up like a starved man, his strong hands pinning your waist down against the bed as you tremble and sob from overstimulation after he’s made you cum for the nth time of the night.
pussydrunk!hajime, who wakes up every morning with soiled boxers. every night, his dreams are filled with fantasies of you, your body, and fucking into your pretty pussy in every which way. the images of your frame beneath his and the sounds; god, the sounds he knows you would make while two of his fingers are knuckles deep inside you – they drive him to the brink of insanity.
pussydrunk!keiji, who can’t do anything but stay still as he bottoms out inside you. he feels your plush walls grip and squeeze every ridge, every vein, and lets out labored breaths when your cervix brushes over the slit on his head; his most sensitive part. he's afraid to move, even in the slightest, because he knows if he does, he'll blow his load inside you right away.
pussydrunk!kōtarō, who shows up at your house in the middle of the night without warning and begs you to let him have a taste, having gone the whole day salivating at the thought of your sweet essence spreading over his tongue and coating his cock. how could you refuse when he asks so sweetly?
pussydrunk!osamu, who licks slowly and deliberately at your folds while his index and middle fingers quirk against the one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars as you spill all over his face. he doesn’t mind at all, though, and takes it down his throat like the smoothest of fine wines.
pussydrunk!suna, who grunts sweet praises against your ear as he kisses your cervix with every agonizingly slow thrust into your velvety walls. grunts of "such a perfect pussy," and "taking my cock so well, this pussy's made for me" has your legs tightening around his waist and fingers clawing at his back as your vision goes white.
pussydrunk!tobio, who ruts into you like he’s never been in pussy before. his face is buried in your neck, soft whines and breathy babbles of how he's gonna cum escape his lips as he shakily rolls his hips against yours, chasing his high. he drowns in the feeling of your walls clamping down on him and your own voice calling out his name as you writhe beneath his frame.
pussydrunk!tōru, who excuses himself to the restroom every half an hour while at practice, just to fuck into his fist imagining that it's your cunt. his pants and moans of your name bounce off the walls as he cums over, and over, and over again. of course, it doesn't feel as good as your pussy; nothing does, but it'll have to do until the evening when he comes home to the real deal.
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fsrintaro · a month ago
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𝟎𝟎𝟏 - 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄
## ft. suna rinataro, miya atsumu, hajime iwaizumi
## a/n. i had an idea for bokuto too but this was getting long :”( another time??
## warning(s). use of “princess” in iwa’s part
[masterlist - 002]
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SUNA RINTARO chuckled as he pinches the screen of his phone to zoom in, capturing you swaying aimlessly and singing cheesy teenage songs into the neighbourhood that was well past asleep.
“hey! i thod i told you to shtop follow me.” you slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at suna. earlier, suna had half your body lugged onto his as he tried to drag you out of the bar. instead of accepting the help of your boyfriend, you heaved yourself off of him, taking off in the opposite direction to scuttle away from the “stranger”.
“well, then who is going to make sure you get home safe?”
face immediately lighting up, you fished your phone out of your pocked to flash your home-screen to suna, showing him your wallpaper which was a photo of the two of you snuggled together. “my boyfwen! he ish sooooo cute! isn’t he so handsome? hup-up, don’t say anything. he is my rinnie.”
suna was happy that he at least got the chance to capture that moment — you shoving the phone to his face to boast about him, talking about how he has made you feel safe and constantly assured that he loves you with his entire being. it still has not settled upon you that you were boasting about your boyfriend to your very own boyfriend until suna seized your wrist, pulling you into his chest as firm arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer.
you were about to raise your knee up to fight back until his familiar smell wafted into your nose. your rin. looking up to his eyes that were gleaming under the light of the street lamp, the two of you basked in the moment of togetherness as warmth flowed between the two of you.
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“dun….don’t come near me! i have a boyfriend.” you stretched your arms out of you, creating a barrier between you and MIYA ATSUMU, the said “boyfriend” that was trying to help you.
atsumu found it adorable that you were trying to fend him off in your drunken state. as your arms were stretched out in front of you, it wobbled due to the shifting lightness flowing through your body, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed. although your words say one thing, your body implies the other by betraying you as your legs gave out under you.
swooping in to catch your inebriated body, atsumu chided you for drinking too much. no matter how strict his tone sounds, his soft fingers that were brushing your strands of your hair to the sides almost made you smile as the simple action screamed his love for you.
never forgetting your protests, you raised your small hands that now formed little fists as you attempted to punch atsumu, making punching sound effects as you jabbed the air between the two of you. “s-square square up, bitch.”
“woah, woah there. calm down, baby. what-what if i get hurt?” atsumu’s arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to protect himself.
“then don’t touch me because my boyfriend will hurt you even more.” you shimmied out of his arms, landing onto the floor with a soft thud and a yelp of pain. atsumu did not know what to feel then. was he supposed to feel rejected? honoured? or offended?
as you stuck your tongue out at him before you stumbled away to find your boyfriend, atsumu found what he felt. dumbfounded. absolutely dumbfounded at the way you were trying to fight your own boyfriend because of your boyfriend.
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HAJIME IWAIZUMI winced at the sting that pelleting down on his back — turns out it was your fists beating at away at his back. who could blame you? in your drunken state, you thought that you were being carried away on the back of an absolute stranger.
“p-put me down!” your whines were muffled as your face was buried in the crook of the man’s neck. slowly, your resolve started breaking away once you got comfortable hanging onto iwaizumi’s back.
“sorry princess, you’re way too drunk to walk on your own.” iwaizumi paused in his tracks to pull you onto his back securely, arms firmly hooking under your knees.
you let out a small humph as you buried your face once again in his neck. restlessness soon got the best of you as your hands started roaming to his cheeks, pinching and squeezing at the softness. sighing wistfully, playing with the “stranger” made you realise that you miss your hajime.
“haji would sooo kill us if he sees this. so please?”
iwaizumi immediately stopped in his tracks at your words, arms releasing from under your knees to set you down. he can’t believe that you did not realise that it was him, your boyfriend, who was piggybacking you home.
“uh wooooooh…big scary man angwyy.” you slurred, turning your back to run away from iwaizumi who was glowering at you.
“fuckin’ hell, y/n. can’t you recognise me?”
squinting your eyes, your thoughts still can’t seem to fathom the image before you. appearance and details of the stranger started overwhelming you but beyond your foggy state of mind, you could somewhat make out the spiky tips of the person’s hair. “h-haji? when did you get here?”
just how much alcohol did you drink? shaking his head, hajime spun on his heel to continue making his way to your shared home, leaving you desperately apologising and calling him back. god, you were a handful but iwaizumi would never trade you for anything else in this world.
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peachycoreroo · 5 months ago
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suna. playing with ur boobs. when hes bored. and like accidentally getting hard maybe. not sure ab the last part but this idea plagues my mind everyday
how did you know i've been craving for someone to play with my boobs:( immediately had to think of that one manga panel
warnings: minors dni 18+, suggestive, no pronouns used but reader obvs has boobs, suna being obsessed with your ( . Y . ), making out, tiddy sucking, cursing ig
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suna can’t get enough of your boobs. he doesn’t care whether they’re small, big, plump, saggy, whether your nipples are big or small, pink, brown or whatever. as long as he can have a big palm, or even better, his warm mouth on them, he’ll be content.
his large hand finds its way under your shirt as soon as he’s close enough to do it. you’ll be laying on the coach, watching a movie – he’s either behind you, with a hand up your shirt, cupping them and rolling your sensitive nipples between his calloused fingers, or – not even paying attention, head underneath your shirt and lips wrapped around a sensitive bud.
“rin’, you said you wanted to watch this movie. you’re not even paying attention”, you whined, looking at the huge bulge underneath your shirt from your boyfriends head. you’ve been meaning to catch up on the k-drama you’ve neglected the past couple of weeks, only to cave when your brunet boyfriend begged you to watch tokyo drift for the millionth time.
“i know this movie by heart”, he rasped against your hard nipple, the cold air hitting the bud when he let it fall from his warm mouth sending shivers down your spine. “’m quite happy here.”
“why the fuck did you insist on watching it then?”, you huffed, not getting an answer as his mouth went straight back to sucking on your tits.
even in public, the tall middle blocker can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. his arm just naturally swings over your shoulders, hand accidentally landing on your breasts. he won’t remove it until you complain and smack it away, and even then, he’ll do it again only five minutes later. what a menace.
he can’t help that your tits are just so squishy and soft and comforting. when you’re doing work, when you’re cooking and he hugs you from behind, when he comes home exhausted from a long day of practice or a draining game – his hands automatically find home on your soft mounds. you love to indulge him, especially since it feels incredible and makes your confidence skyrocket. this gorgeous man loves every part of you and shows it – even the ones you’re insecure about.
if suna had to pick his favorite moment though, it’d be when you’re seated on his lap, grinding down onto his hard cock through his slick-stained sweatpants, and panting from your heated make out session. one large palm on one breast, while the other gets attacked by his eager mouth and tongue, and he can hear the little whines, mewls and breathy ‘fuck’s you let out at the way he’s treating you like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him – because you are.
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atsumiye · a month ago
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look at me
a series of drabbles
suna x reader
summary: things between you and suna rintaro ended horribly. but when you end up meeting him over 1 year later, he swears to do everything he can in order to win you back. although the breakup tore you apart, why does the sound of suna’s name still give you butterflies?
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one; on the train
two; lead to the end
three; wasn’t enough
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answered asks; [look at me]
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hannamakki · 27 days ago
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attractive things they do !
✸ ft. iwaizumi, suna, bokuto, osamu, & suga
✸ info & warnings: mildly suggestive for some
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✸ IWAIZUMI exposes his stomach whenever he stretches. his shirts are all conveniently sized so that you see always see a little slit of skin whenever his arms are reaching up. each stretch is accompanied by a small yawn in the morning or groan after a long day. if you’re lucky, he’ll forget to pull his shirt back down into place and you’ll be able to take a peek at his abs for a little longer than usual. of course, he never really forgets. your sneaky glances aren’t as discreet as they seem.
✸ SUNA’s eyes wander between your eyes and lips when you’re talking to him. he meets your gaze intently, lightly nodding along to your words in acknowledgment. his stare is intense but it lets you know he’s listening. his eyes will drift down to your lips, watching your mouth as it moves effortlessly. it takes everything in him to not run his tongue across his own lower lip in interest. before long, his eyes will drag back up to yours as if he wasn’t thinking about kissing you.
✸ BOKUTO wears tight t-shirts. they’re pretty much the next best thing to seeing him shirtless because they do a great job of displaying his physique. you can see even the unintentional twitches of his muscles in addition to his purposeful flexing. everything is even more defined when he sweats through it or some of the water he’s drinking misses his mouth and hits his chest instead. you’ll never have to worry about missing out on the sight because he loves showing off in gym selfies.
✸ OSAMU frequently runs a hand through his hair. it’s usually subconscious like when he’s deep in thought or a little frustrated with a task. he always lets out a quiet sigh when his fingers drag throughout the dark strands. the action leaves his hair a bit messy, which prompts him smooth his hand over his head in hopes that it won’t end up looking too unkempt. but the gesture is pretty much pointless because it’s not long before he’s right back to unconsciously reaching up to fool around with it again.
✸ SUGA always uses his manners. he always uses his “please” and “thank you”s, whether it’s for the barista who made his coffee or the person who held the door open for him. he’s very chivalrous in relationships. never fails to pull out your chair whenever you guys go out to eat and offers you his coat if he notices that you’re shivering. he definitely gets irritated when he does something nice for someone and they don’t have the decency to thank him for it. his annoyance in and of itself is hot.
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thanks for reading! comments and reblogs appreciated <3
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saintmanjiro · a month ago
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: fem! reader, public sex, hand jobs, slight overstimulation
a/n: repost from my old blog
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Suna’s hand lay on your thigh, the other effortlessly turning the car around the curb as he continued gliding over your plush skin as though it were second nature. Suddenly, his hand trails over to yours, grabbing your wrist and guiding it towards him, plopping it down onto his lap. You looked at him with a raised brow.
“Rin, what are you doing?” His eyes don’t leave the road, shoulders simply shrugging.
“Jerk me off,” he says simply. You stare at him, mouth agape, trying to process his words.
“What?”
“Jerk me off, I’m tired of driving,” he insists. “Since you never wanna drive, make yourself useful.” He glances at you for a moment, looking at you expectantly. Blinking, you shake your head, but you can’t fight the anticipation. The suns barely starting to set, and you’re sure if you stop at a red light, the neighboring cars will likely realize what’s going on, but it only adds to the thrill.
“Fine,” you mumble. “You’re insane.”
Slowly, your hands trail to his crotch, palming him through his pants, watching through hooded eyes as his breathing becomes shallow, chest starting to heave slightly. A tent starts to form in his pants, and you keep at it as he slowly gets harder.
“Get on with it,” he says through grit teeth, making you look at him with a wide grin.
“Patience, Rinnie,” you chuckle. The sharp glare he sends your way makes you squeeze your thighs together. Unzipping his pants, you reach into his boxers, freeing his member as he hisses at the cool air. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white as you rub your thumb over his slit, collecting the pre cum. Gripping his member firmly, you start a steady rhythm, jerking him off as he continues to drive, trying his best to keep his grip on the wheel from turning shaky.
“F-fuck,” he groans, fighting the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, forcing himself to keep his gaze on the road while your squeeze him tighter, move up and down his dick at a quicker pace. “Nghh— fuck, go a little faster, baby,” he moans, chest falling and rising rapidly as he ruts his hips slightly to meet your rhythm.
“Not much fun in that, now is there,” you teased, eyes sparkling as his shoots you another glare, his jaw clenching tightly.
“Y/n,” he warns, cutting himself with a long drawn out groan when your thumb swipes over his slit once more, shuddering slightly at the sensitive feeling. “K-keep going—fuck—like that,” he spurs you on. His biceps flex at how tightly he’s holding the wheel, making you bite your lip as you watch. With a hitch of his breath, he starts thrusting into your hands with a little more force, sweat starting to form on his forehead. “O-ohh—fuck,” he cries as he cums, his load shooting and covering his thigh as you angle his dick so his car won’t get too soiled. His voice cracks as you continue to stroke for a bit him even after his orgasm, moans getting whinier at the overstimulation.
“We should do this more often,” you grin. “I like this idea.” Catching his breath, he turns his head to look at you, eyes narrowed as they meet yours.
“Yeah, we should,” he agrees. “But first, I’ll teach you a lesson when we get home about being a brat.”
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inarizahki · 3 months ago
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no thoughts, just you and suna at a party, him wrapping himself around you, one hand protectively cupping the top of the solo cup you have in your hand and the other on your waist as he whispers dirty things in your ear <3
pls head empty just this
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warnings: 18+, minors dni
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when Suna’s got you like this, nothing else really matters. not the flashing lights, pounding music, or the throng of drunk and noisy partygoers.
when he’s got you like this in his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, hand resting on your thigh, other hand cupping the top of your drink, it feels like it’s just the two of you. lost in a little world of your own. you’re all but sitting on him, legs thrown over his thighs and tucked to the side, head resting on his shoulder.
his chest rumbles under your head when he feels you fidget on his lap. you tug at your short skirt, though there’s nothing you can really do apart from straighten out the wrinkles on it. it barely reaches mid-thigh, and in this position, you simply have to keep your legs closed or else…
“no need to do that, babe.” Suna chuckles, breath tickling the top of your head. he uncurls his arm from your waist to knock your hand off your thigh so he can place his on it, long fingers slowly stroking your bare skin. the feeling sends a shiver up your spine. you open your mouth to protest, only to snap it shut again when he trails his fingers up, higher and higher until the tips of them catch on the hem of your skirt.
“Rin-” you say hesitantly, glancing around the dimly lit room. if so much as one person turns their head, they’d catch a generous glimpse of something that looks like it belongs more in a bedroom than in the middle of a living room at a party. “there’s people...”
“and?” he couldn’t sound more unbothered if he tried. “they can daydream all they want but at the end of the day…”
Suna catches the top of your ear between his teeth and gives it a tug. you flinch violently, hand flying up to press against his chest. “Rin…”
“at the end of the day, this is mine, isn’t it?” his hand hovers over the area between your legs. “mine to play with…mine to use…”
“that’s not what i mean.”
heat floods your cheeks and you squirm, uncomfortably aware of the empty feeling in your cunt. uncomfortably aware of the hard bulge pressing against the underside of your thigh. Suna smirks against your cheek when he feels your legs squeeze together. “been thinking about being inside you all day. all night too. thought about bending you over that table right there, you know? and fucking you till you scream.”
your breath hitches in your throat and you make a strangled, needy sound.
“the boys all think you’re this…sweet little thing,” Suna muses. his erection twitches against you. “but we both know just how much you like spreading your legs for me, don’t we? like a…whore.”
embarrassment rushes through you when you see Atsumu—leaning against the wall and talking to his brother while sipping from his red cup—glance over at the two of you. he raises his eyebrows, blinking once, twice, and then a crude smirk curls up on his lips. he tips his cup at you and winks.
you cough, looking away and trying again to pull your skirt down over your legs but an irritated click of Suna’s tongue stops you in your tracks.
“you’ve got me. anyone tries anything...i can throw a punch. so let it be, hm?” the tip of Suna’s nose drags down the side of your neck as he mouths at your skin. his hand slips under your top, coasting over your belly. the touch is searing, burns into your skin as he reaches up higher and higher, fingertips nudging the underwire of your bra.
“let me enjoy how fuckable my girlfriend is.”
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215-luv · 6 months ago
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PROTECTIVE BOYFRIENDS WITH THEIR SMALL ACTIONS
KAGEYAMA: he’s like a ‘touch her and you die’ type of guy which is charming and intimidating at the same time. he either just follows you by your side or behind you to watch out for ‘threats’ incase if you get hurt or something. this is probably one of the reasons why people don’t approach you a lot cause all they see is this scary ass setter ready to throw hands if they fuck up their chance to talk to you smh
KUROO: will have you wear his jacket everytime you feel cold so it turns into a habit that you’d run off to kuroo’s classroom to borrow his jacket and this dude LOVES it when he’s walking across the room to show everyone he’s handing you his sweater. he just can’t stop the smirk forming on his lips when he sees it being draped over your figure, because that way everyone will know you are only his <3
SAKUSA: death glares. definitely. mans will stand five meters away from you and will send a glare to anyone who dares to tries to flirt with you. he’s like kageyama?? but more aggressive because he wouldn’t want anyones germs to be touching you (he’s definitely got the cute hand sanitizers for you!!)
AKAASHI: hovers his arm infront of you or rather blocks you from the sight of the person who made you feel intimidated. that way, he has more control over protecting you from them. doesn’t even let them talk to you unless he is proven that this person won’t hurt you both mentally and physically.
IWAIZUMI: has his hand resting on your lower back. it makes him feel more comfortable cause he knows he can pull you against his body whenever you are about to bump against something. the same thing happened when someone accidentally collided their body against yours, causing your boyfriend to stay alert, pulling you close to him by your waist with a ‘tsk’ as he glares at the person who accidentally bumped you.
TSUKISHIMA: is the first one to speak up when someone tries to offend you. the teacher calls you out during class? your boyfriend immediately claps back with a witty remark that got the whole class laughing over their now embarrassed teacher. another time a classmate of yours told you to shut up and you bet this dude isn’t afraid to tell her off infront of the whole class. after that incident you were completely untouchable lmao. he doesn’t let anyone bully you but himself alone
KENMA: holds your hand with you behind him as the both of you are walking in a crowded area. actually depends if he knows the place cause there will be times where he will be the one to follow behind you - but that doesn’t stop him from having the fear of losing you himself in the crowd. holding your hand just makes him feel better knowing you’ll be safe on his sight <3
MATTSUKAWA: has a hand resting on your shoulder or waist when the both of you are standing - specifically those times where you’re waiting in line so he’ll get kinda bored and slides his hand on your shoulder, pulling your back against his chest so he can tuck your head under his chin (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
SUNA: tugs onto the hem of your shirt when he wants to pull you back or to let you stop on your tracks. he’s very observant when the both of you are walking around cause sometimes you get distracted to not notice your surroundings, so he’ll be in charge of keeping you away from getting yourself hurt. mans will just pull you on the back of your collar and wordlessly hold your hand so he’d be the one to lead the way instead.
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risumu · 3 months ago
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2:30 am
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it’s nights like this that you are reminded of why you fell in love with suna.
“no, no. swipe right,” he chuckles, and there’s a hoarseness to his voice that he always gets when it’s this late at night.
you do as you’re told, swiping right on the dating profile of a girl who you find quite pretty, but is the exact opposite of atsumu’s type. right, you and suna had logged into the pro player’s tinder, and now maybe you’re having a little too much fun ruining his perfect little match streak he likes to brag about.
perhaps it’s a tad bit mean, and you know rintaro will be getting a very angry phone call tomorrow from his friend, but right now neither of you can stave off your giggles as you stare at your phone screen.
“okay, okay. just one more,” you laugh, grinning as suna’s hair tickles the underneath of your chin from where he’s splayed out halfway on top of you, cheek smushed to your collarbone.
once you give atsumu one more phony match to deal with, you shut your phone off and toss it to your bedside table, tilting your chin down to look to the man laying on you.
“he’s gonna be pissed,” you say, carding a hand through his hair.
“i know.” he lifts his head, smirk stretching across his lips. “it’s gonna be great.”
“you are positively evil.”
“maybe.”
he’s pushing himself up just enough, leaning in close to where his lips are a mere sliver away from brushing yours. even in the darkness of the bedroom you can see the way his eyes sparkle, the moonlight catching in them.
“but it’s a good thing you like bad boys, huh?”
you laugh into his mouth as he kisses you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him further on top of you than before.
“bad boy? you? you’re too lazy to be bad, rin.”
he feigns a gasp, pulling back and glaring down at you with narrowed eyes. even trying to look mad he looks adorable, so adorable that you could just—
as he drops his head to lick a stripe up your cheek, you come to the conclusion that suna rintaro is in fact very, very bad.
“ew! you sicko!” you shriek, and suna is bounding off of you a second later. tripping over the sheets that wrap around his ankles and regaining his balance to run out of your bedroom, sliding on socked feet.
you’re after him immediately, sliding into walls and running into chairs as you chase rintaro around your apartment. soon your shouts turn into laughter, the two of you running around like a game of cat and mouse. you catch suna in the living room, tripping him over the back of the couch, the two of you landing on the cushions with a bounce and a fit of giggles.
it’s nights like this you’re reminded of why you fell in love with him. and why you always will be, for every night forever more.
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atzuums · 2 months ago
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don’t smile at me — suna rintaro au
when you become the photographer for famous model suna rintaro you were excited. your dreams are soon crushed when you realize he’s an asshole, but maybe that’s just how he flirts.
pairing: suna × fem!reader
genre: crack, fluff, angst, written + smau
tropes: unrequited love, enemies to lovers, photographer!reader, model!suna.
warnings: mean!suna, strong language.
taglist: closed
schedule: every day
status: completed
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suna & friends | y/n & friends
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CHAPTERS
ONE : pretty boy suna
TWO : oh no, she’s hot
THREE : i don’t actually think you’re hot
FOUR : im not mean
FIVE : this is so awkward
SIX : he’s such an asshole
SEVEN : rude comment
EIGHT : i should quit
NINE : menacingly
TEN : i need your help
ELEVEN : im sorry
TWELVE : friends
THIRTEEN : losers
FOURTEEN : don’t act like this
FIFTEEN : glaring
SIXTEEN : obvious
SEVENTEEN : i don’t mean to pry
EIGHTEEN : against the rules
NINETEEN : where is he
TWENTY : ghosting
TWENTY ONE : quitting
TWENTY TWO : dummy
TWENTY THREE : let me explain (tw: mentions of suicide)
TWENTY FOUR : just friends
TWENTY FIVE : first date
TWENTY SIX : jealous bitch
TWENTY SEVEN : losers in love
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* pictures used in this story do not belong to me.
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sluttsumu · 2 months ago
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HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY’RE HIGH
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pairing: atsumu, suna, iwaizumi, bokuto x f!reader
warnings: 18+, use of recreational marijuana, use of the pet name “princess” (atsumu), bokuto being funny asf, suna’s is a lil sad if you really look into it
wc: 0.8??
a/n: i queued this yesterday but it didn’t work, so here it is your faves while high, suna’s was not supposed to be angsty i don’t know what happened LOL also not proofread lol.
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# ATSUMU
atsumu is horny.
the only thing on his mind is making you cum as many times as humanly possible. you thought smoking with him would be fun, which it was, till he started laughing and chasing you around your apartment with grabby hands.
“pretty baby, c’mere, i wanna taste ya”
you thought it was hilarious, but he was serious. staring at you with pink, half lidded eyes from the other side of the kitchen counter. he was gonna get you, no matter what. you couldn’t contain your laughter as you thought of how to escape him from catching you and never letting go. he stared intensely, palms face down on the marble.
he’d definitely caught you in a rock and a hard place. you falsely run to one side, meanwhile he flinches thinking that you’d actually run that way. he chuckles at your face as you try and think of how to get out of this predicament. thinking his distracted you run this time, but you athlete boyfriend’s quick reflexes were something you were no match for.
“HA! I GOTCHA” he yelled engulfing you in his arms as you playfully squirmed in his grasp. “ugh you’re too fast for me” you whine as he carried you walking towards your bedroom.
“‘tsumu you smell like weed”
“ ‘m gonna make ya cum sooo much princess ” he chuckled, closing your room door. atsumu was gone, his mind could not be saved from becoming a horny hell.
“did you even hear what i said?”
“let’s make some pretty babies, baby”
now that he had you his mind was clouded everything went in one ear and out the other. he didn’t hear a damn thing you just said.
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# IWAIZUMI
iwaizumi is sleepy.
at first when you brought up the idea of him getting high with you for once and, he wasn’t all for it. back in college when he went to UCI he was definitely a cigarette smoker, and didn’t find weed all that interesting. having a background in nutrition he knew all about the drug and didn’t think it’d be a good idea.
but then you made edibles…..and he ate them.
it was a complete accident, he just saw cookies and thought to eat them. you walk into the kitchen to see him on his third cookie, lord have mercy. “hajime— are those my…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish you sentence in fear he’d frantically freak out. he arched a brow giving you a confused look as he continued to eat the sweet treat.
“those are my edibles…”
the rest of the cookie was now on the floor. iwaizumi’s eyes went wide but instead of the panicking reaction you expected out of him, he laughed. he laughed? you now stood confused at your boyfriends contagious laughter, which causes you to laugh along with him.
five minutes later, iwaizumi is slumped. dead asleep as if you weren’t just laughing with him a few minutes ago. though being 5’11 and probably 190+ pounds of raw muscle, he’s a complete lightweight. you rolled your eyes at him taking up your entire bed. taking out your phone to snap a picture of him, knowing that he will not remember any of this tomorrow.
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# BOKUTO
bokuto is a mess.
this man is laughing, crying, yelling, saying the stupidest shit. just all of the above. he’s the type to make crazy conspiracy theories that actually….make sense.
“kou— what’s the colour of my shirt again?” you snicker barely able to make it through your sentence. “i-it’s, dark white” the silence is loud as the two of you stare at one another before absolutely dying of loud, boisterous laughter. bokuto is on the floor, crying meanwhile you hold your stomach from laughing so hard.
“what— the FUCK, is dark white?” you yell, tears brimming in your eyes. before he answers you finish by saying “THIS IS GREY” in all technicalities bokuto was right, grey essentially is….dark white. everything in this moment was just too funny, getting high with him was the right decision.
“THAT IS NOT GREY, DARK WHITE.” his face and neck are flushed pink attempting to prove his point.
“OKAY SO WHATS LIGHT GREY?” you question giving him a look of ‘let’s see what you say this time’.
“UHM— I-ITS…..LIGHT DARK WHITE?” he answered nothing short of confidence and confusion in his tone. you quickly arched a brow thinking about the stupidity the you just heard. light. dark. white. he was wrong so wrong, but also so fucking right.
“kou lets go to bed, you are tired very tired” he looked at you confused as you attempted to pick him up off the floor and miserably failing falling o to him..
“you’re a fucking idiot”
“your idiot babe”
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# SUNA
suna is touchy.
he wants to feel on your body, and have you close to him. he has a very nonchalant and horny high. he definitely has you seated in his lap while blowing smoke in your face. he certainly was nicer under the influence, you wished he was like that all the time.
“you look so pretty like this” he smiles eyes blinking slowly. his hands secured themselves on the sides of your waist, he was just staring at your as if you were the most precious gem in the world. his eyes wavered back and fourth from your lips to your eyes, he wants to kiss you, he wants to show his pretty girl all the affection he has to offer. “you always do this” you sigh eyes steering away from his.
“what’re you talking about?” did he really have the audacity to ask you that question? this was an endless cycle one that seems to never stop. he grabs your face bringing you eyes back to meet his low red ones. “you only compliment me when you’re high.”
his hands run up and down your sides, caressing all the parts of your body that he loved so much. “that’s not true pretty baby.” but whether you stuck to your gut feeling or not, he always talked you out of it every time. you felt stupid for doubting yourself after his words, but each time you managed to convince yourself that you were wrong.
“i want a kiss” he pouts, and what rin wants rin gets. no matter the cost.
he encases your lips in a kiss in which you immediately try to pull away from before feeling his hand of your neck forcing your head in place, you hated that you loved it, loved him. the way he touched you telling you how much he loved you and to an extent he did.
suna rintarō was your drug, and you needed your daily fix.
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