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YOU ACCIDENTALLY TEXT THEM INSTEAD OF YOUR BSF

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eren (aot) , chifuyu (tr) & suna (hq) x gn! reader (reader is called ma'am once tho)

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[1:00AM] Suna X You

CHARACTERS: Suna Rintaro X You WORD COUNT: 700+ GENRE: crack | fluff | roommates au | uni au CONTENT WARNING: suggestive/strong language | mentions of alcohol | some mentions of violence SPOILERS: n/a collection masterlist

You trudged out of your room seeing red after you've been woken up for the umpteenth time. Pissed off was an understatement if you would describe how you felt about being disturbed during a school night and on a day when you had a symposium to prepare for early in the morning no less.

It was all Suna Rintaro's fault, hosting a drinking spree in the middle of the week at your shared apartment with his stupidly loud friends who didn't know the concept of indoor voice. If he wasn't doing that, he was banging a random girl every other week, timing it to moments when you needed sleep the most. The guy was obnoxiously loud, too, and took pride in his conquests being equally noisy.

But this was the last straw. If you won't get any sleep then neither is he. You knew just what to do, and you might as well use your tense relationship with him to your advantage. You knew his weakness where you were concerned and that was the fact that he couldn't affect you the way he affects other people on campus. He hates the fact that you haven't given in on him and at the same time, it thrilled him to his toes to chase you just as much as he does annoying you.

You walked through the hallway as if you were on the warpath, each step of your bare feet on the wooden floor punctuated with vengeance. And you will have it even if it meant he wouldn't sleep for another week.

You found him tidying up beer bottles, his friends long gone and your living room looking like a hurricane just passed through it. Seething just beneath the surface, you marched towards him, and taking advantage of his tipsy state, without a warning, you pushed him against the wall, seizing him harshly by the hips. He crashed against the wall with a thud, his absinthe-hued, almond eyes becoming wide as saucers when he saw you but before he could recover, you pulled at the collar of his shirt with enough strength to tear it and captured his lips with yours without preamble.

It didn't take long for him to respond, also kissing you back with as much fervor. He gasped when you bit into his lower lip and pulled harshly. He grabbed you by the waist, but you pushed his hands away and him against the wall as you continued to assault his lips, eliciting carnal moans from him when you pressed your thigh against his crotch, his want evident underneath the fabric of his track pants.

"I didn't know you like it rough," he rasped with a chuckle, about to take the lead but you had other things in mind.

With a smirk, you violently pinned him against the wall, your arm firm against his chest just below his throat. He leveled his expressions with yours, beaming smugly at you. Ah, he was just such a piece of shit at the worst of times.

"You said you didn't like me in the least. What is this now, Y/N? Couldn't resist for long?" He reached over and squeezed the flesh of your hips.

You were, however, quicker, and years of judo proved to be useful when you finally flipped him and made him fall on his knees while you held him in a tight chokehold from behind, keeping him in place until he tapped frantically against your arm, running out of breath.

The handsome Suna Rintaro finally being put in his right place – on his knees. You wondered how his gaggle of followers on campus would react seeing him humbled like this.

You stood up with a tedious look on your face, watching him get up, face flushed and alarmed.

"Are you crazy?!" he rasped. Looking disgruntled and absolutely in a state of stupefaction as he eyed you, out of breath and definitely not expecting you to go violent on him.

"I can do worse, Suna. Bear that in mind the next time you decide to make noise."

You turned back to go to your room but then he said, "Where are you going?"

"To get some shuteye? Duh."

"Are you seriously leaving me hanging?!" he demanded, evidently disappointed that you were leaving. He gestured between his legs where a tent had formed.

“I didn’t know you like it rough,” you said, mimicking his words earlier with a mocking chuckle.

His jaw went slack as he scoffed. "You have to help me out.”

“No.”

“But you did this! Now how will I sleep?"

You shook your head, snickering. “Sounds like a you-problem to me.”

“Hey, take responsibility!”

"Oh shush, sweetheart, unless you have a death wish."

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Thinking of making this longer...

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY FURUDATE HARUICHI’S “HAIKYUU!”. [20220809] PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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I’ve decided to compile a list of all the haikyuu! smaus I’ve read here, just to make it easier for me to check if they’ve been updated and for re-reading! this list will be very tetsu-focused, apologies in advance.

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I will never get over how soft he was with his sister and his mom

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the first time you sit on shigaraki tomura’s lap, he freezes. muscles tensing up, hands held rigid at his sides. don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch on a chant in his head.

you crane your neck to look back at him, beaming that loose, easy smile that makes him want to burn the whole world down just to keep you safe.

"just gettin’ comfy, tomu!" before you’re leaning back against his chest, the warmth of your body sinking into his bones.

it becomes routine to have you there, a comforting weight that buzzes through his head and zaps out thought. he dares himself to touch you, to drag his thumb over the soft skin of your hip. he doesn’t realize that he might have an effect on you too until you’re spinning on his lap and hugging his thigh between your legs, breath shaky against his ear.

"tomu—" you whine into the skin of his neck. he can already feel the heat of your pussy through your cute little pajama shorts.

"needy?" he scoffs, mostly to hide the disbelief, the joy—you’re needy for him. you’re fumbling for his cock, his hands, trying to find yourself relief that only he can bring you. his dick pulses against his stomach. "if you need it that badly, you can get yourself off like this, can’t you?"

you press kisses to his throat, and he practically short-circuits.

"yeah, but it’s better if you help me move."

the fact that it’s him you’re craving—shit, he's losing his damn mind.

he’s careful with his grip but that doesn’t mean it isn’t punishing, firm. he locks you in, dragging your slippery folds back and forth, watching the way your eyes flutter when you bump up against that bundle of nerves at the top.

"you like this," he breathes against you, something like a smile on his face. "you really like this?"

cums literally seconds later when he hears you say, “I love this”

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Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.

You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.

You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.

“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.

Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.

He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—

“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.

He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”

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Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”

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i need to make him a father

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I’m sorry if you try to talk to me and I ignore you, I am not really present or sound of mind

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ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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Embarrassed myself a few days ago and since then I've been periodically going like this

Ignore the part where he gets naked that's not part of it.

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“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars

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Famous photos

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I want one – Suna x reader wc 491 – f!reader

When babysitting Osamu’s twins for a weekend, you had expected Suna to get a little baby fever. You hadn’t spoken about children in a while, but you both love it when cute kids come up on your nightly TikTok scroll and both agreed you wanted them eventually.

Osamu’s twins were adorable and you felt the baby fever heating up only on the first day.

What you didn’t expect was for Suna to rush into the bathroom where you were brushing the girl’s teeth, the boy under his arm and a bright grin on his face. “These are amazing, I want one. No, I want four.”

You blinked at him, the little girl by your side doing the same in confusion.

Suna made an incredulous sound and pointed at her. “Those too!”

Your jaw dropped and you covered the poor girl’s ears as a joke, using a nod of your head to gesture to the boy in Suna’s arms. “What did he do? Also, why are you carrying him around like a sack of rice?”

The boy held up a Hot Wheels car and shrugged his shoulder as best as he could. “We were just playing with my toys.”

When the twins had gone to bed, you found Suna in the kitchen doing a pretty bad job with the dishes. Clearing your throat made him look over his shoulder and speak his mind. “Is eight too many?”

You snickered and snuck your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek on his muscular back. “Definitely. Maybe three?”

Suna sighed and shook the water off his hands, seemingly deciding to leave the rest of the dishes for now. “Can you imagine helping our own daughter brush her teeth? She looks like both of us and either takes after our hobbies or loathes them?” he ranted, using his hands to gesture in the most nonsensical way.

The thought made your heart flutter, actually taking the time to consider that image. “She’ll be such a brat, being your daughter.”

“She’ll be so cool!” he exclaimed in presumed agreement. “And imagine our son, he would gather blackmail on his iPad and use it to make his sister help him out of trouble. That’s what I did at least.”

“Both will be brats.”

His shoulders started slowly sinking into their normal hunch as the enthusiasm lulled. “I want to make humans with you and see who they turn into. Watch them grow and make terrible decisions while figuring themselves out. I want to be there for them in a way I can’t when I’m just borrowing Osamu’s.”

You caressed his cheek, letting your thumb graze his cheekbone comfortingly. “You are such a weirdo. And our kids will be even weirder.”

“All eight.”

“All three,” you corrected him.

“Three sets of twins.”

“Slow down cowboy, one at a time.” He looked at you with so much adoration, until his eyes turned more mischievous.

“One at a time. Let’s start right away.”

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this is entirely self-indulgent.

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SOURCE <- @/Freaka_LoonyZ on X/Twitter

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Imagine a touch starved rin pt 1

He is hungry for your touch. He needs to feel your skin like how the plant needs water.

He can’t start his morning without you. Without your touch, without roaming his hands on your soft supple skin. You are his most important thing in his morning routine now.

A morning without you is a bad morning.

…

Groaning, Rin wakes up, feeling irritated as he realises you are not there.

He gets up from bed and makes a beeline walk to kitchen. He is sure you are there, making him breakfast. And there you are, near the stove, making him a sandwich.

You hear Rin’s steps and before you can utter good morning, he has wrapped his hands around your waist tightly

He nuzzles his head in your neck, gently rubbing his nose on your neck. Inhaling your scent, mixed with vanilla, courtesy of your shampoo.

Good morning , love

No, good morning, bad morning, bed empty, missed you

You chuckle hearing Rin sleepy voice and his cute lil phrases to show you his disappointment

He has his hands wrapped tightly against your stomach and now he lifts your (his ) shirt and massages your stomach and waist with his big warm hands.

He kisses your neck, then nibbling under your ear and then suddenly he blows air in your ear.

You shriek, loudly, feeling it,

RINNNN WHAT THE HELL

And you turn to see him, and there he is, smiling sheepishly , seeing your annoyed face, wide eyes and a sweet pout resting on your face.

That’s for betraying the love of your life :p

(Cue: he inserts his signature tongue out of his mouth LMAO )

And yes, that’s a good morning. A very good morning, indeed, for him.