#suna rin

[str4ngr]

hiiii can i request “it…it was for a dare…?” with suna & sakusa 🥹💗

obviously.

r. suna. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: angst no comfort, established relationship to break up, gn! reader. wc: 674. notes: im regretting putting those angst prompts there. not proofread.

Suna had asked you to meet him at the kids park near the school. This wasn't a normal request, but it wasn't too out-of-the-ordinary either. Maybe he simply wanted to hang out and thought that would be the easiest spot to meet up?

You sighed while sitting at the swings, aimlessly kicking your feet and causing your body to gently rock between the strong chains. Your phone had yet to receive a notif from Suna about his arrival.

"Practice is probably just taking some extra time."

You whispered to yourself, a quiet excuse as you watched the orange and red hues of the sunset dye the fluffy clouds adorning the sky. Your first date with Suna was at the sunrise, an accident date after you pulled an all-nighter for exams and he had early morning practice.

⋆

Deciding to get fresh air, you stepped out of your front door, yawning and stretching as you peeked into your mailbox?

"Y/n?"

His voice rang like soft silk, making your head slowly turn to the side. You smiled up at your newly established boyfriend, Suna, greeting him with an enthusiastic, yet groggy voice,

"Rintarō!"

Said man slowed from his jog to stand in front of you, curiously asking what you were doing up so early, then chuckling at your explanation. He shook his head, giving you a once-over as he cocked his head,

"Let's walk a little? Sunrise is soon."

⋆

Maybe it was fitting, that this would all end the same way it would begin. What goes up, must always come down, just as the sun must rise and set.

He seemed off, your head tilted to the side curiously as Suna shuffled towards you in his tracksuit. You smiled up at him from the swings,

"How was practice, Rintarō?"

"Fine."

Quick, curt, straightforward. You blinked at the rushed response, awkwardly laughing it off. Maybe practice was rough. Clearing your throat you continued to sway on the swing set, awkwardly beginning,

"So... what are we meeting here for?"

Suna paused, almost hesitant as he sighs, turning to look awa from you. Your eyes trail his blank face, his sharp eyes snapping from the sand to your face. What was the kindest way to let you down? Maybe there was none, not that it really mattered to him.

"Let's end this. Us."

"End this?"

You echoed, voice strained and eyes blown wide. you wanted to stand up, argue, plead, scream, but your knees felt like jelly as you watched how his flat eyes looked you up and down.

"Yeah. 'S not like I've actually been interested in you."

How could he say these things? Out of the blue? You genuinely believed this was going well! Walking each other home, studying together, helping with homework. Sharing notes. Was.... was he leeching off of you? He never really studied... And 'helping' was a generous way to describe giving him answers. It was obvious. It was never real.

"Sorry, but, I'm not into you like that. You're cool and everything, but...."

He trailed off, but his words became nothing more than buzzing, hollow, meaningless attempts at comfort. Your eyes burned from not blinking, meek voice asking him as though his answer would ever help you.

"Why?"

Even Suna felt bad for the answer he had to give you. He knew it was sick, and to see the way your eyes swelled up with tears made him regret ever agreeing. Was 3000 yen really worth it? Worth making an a girl cry, one who was so undeserving of such treatment. He sighed, shaking away his guilt to deal with later.

"....Was a bet."

You knew, the moment those words slipped from his mouth, everything you ever knew broke away. Your life was permanently changed after five months of something you thought was real was nothing more than a sick joke.

Silence filled the space between the both of you, and Suna gave a polite farewell, turning around and leaving for you to silently tear up as the sky turned dark navy.

notes: too many angst prompts guys omfg.

[sunarintarotea]

❥ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

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

🂲 🂳 🂴 🂵 🂶 🂷 🂸 🂹 🂺 🂻 🂽 🂾

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

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

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

•suna loves honeydew

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

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

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

•suna wears “chanel bléu” cologne

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

[mavrintarou]

Christmas Morning - Suna Rintarou [2]

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

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

First part <<<>>> Third part

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

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

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

Knowing you could use the money, you agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

And a gentleman in bed.

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

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

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

Call me ASAP.

Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?

THIS GUY IS FUCKEN CRAZY!

WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME!

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

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

Forget a hello.

. .

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

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

You’re so confused. “Who?”

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

You’re still confused. “What? Why?”

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

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

. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can only nod, speechless.

“You had me fooled, Vylet.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can blurt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coming closer.

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

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

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

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

“What time do you get off?”

You blink, “what?”

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?”

“To eat.”

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

Pretty face and nice voice, you thought.

But your mind reverts back to your inner consciences.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sharp jawline.

Define nose.

“Done checking me out?”

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

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

“What kind of answers are they?”

“Good ones, of course.”

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

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

This man has been nothing but upfront with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet.

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

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

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

. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Part?”

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

.

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

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

The elevators went up many floors and into private hallways.

Apparently, he lived in the same building.

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

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

And he did. Everywhere.

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

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

His hips roll thrice before you shiver in ecstasy.

Your body jerks momentarily before Rin follows.

. .

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes widen, “with that dude?”

You mutter a yes, stuffing your mouth with food.

“Wow. So, are you two a thing?”

You shake your head, “no.”

“So, you two just fucking each other?”

“Your mouth is so vulgar.”

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

You don’t answer because she is damn right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just hurry, you got seven minutes now.”

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

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

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

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

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

Like tying your wrists up and blind folding you.

Like using the vibrator as he slowly fucks you.

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

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

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

“You want my cock?”

Had you spoken out loud?

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

“Fine – yes hurry.”

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

You didn’t either.

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

Didn’t need to tell him twice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Earth to Y/n?”

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

. . .

E/N: #hornyjail

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[otakubabe420]

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

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

[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[thebestsetter]

First, 1 became 2.

He was used to doing everything alone. Sure, he had friends, but he still felt a little lonely sometimes.

Every day felt more like a chore than something enjoyable: wake up alone, shower, wash his teeth with that blue toothbrush of his, go to school, come back to an empty house.

It was boring. It was dull. It was lonely.

Until he met you. And suddenly, things weren't really a hassle anymore.

He woke up tangled in your arms, your warmth comforting him and making him want to sleep at least 5 minutes more. He showered with you, both scrubbing each other and washing the other's hair (the feeling of you massaging his scalp could never be forgotten). His toothbrush was not alone anymore: your pink one was beside it, as if keeping it company (just like you do with him), and the walk to college and the walk back home were now colorful and fun.

He thought things couldn't get any better. But they could.

After your marriage, in which you two became one, another person came to add to his life.

2 became 3.

Now, he woke up in the middle of the night. Restless, and yet with a large smile on his face. How could he not smile, when he woke up cause he felt your toodler slip right between both of you, just wanting to sleep with their parents after a scary nightmare?

When he went to shower, he saw you scrubbing your kid's hair while singing a gentle song. The sight made him smile while jokingly asking you to do the same for him. You only laughed and splahsed him with water, but he knew (and you did, too) that you would do this if he really asked you to.

There were 3 toothbrushes on the sink now: a blue one, a pink one, and a Paw Patrol one.

Sadly, when he went to work, he had to go alone. But not lonely. No. After he met you, he wasn't lonely anymore.

He came back to a noisy house, with you taking off his tie and a toodler running to him, asking for "daddy" to pick them up.

He couldn't ever get tired of this lifestyle. Even if he had to work hard to provide for all of you, it was worth it in the end.

He couldn't be happier for life's math.

NANAMI KENTO, Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, KUROO TETSURO, Suna Rintarou, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KEI TSUKISHIMA, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, NAGI SEISHIRO, RIN ITOSHI, Sae Itoshi, Barou Shohei + your favs!

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[torusdove]

These men are simple creatures.

They love whenever you doll yourself up for them.

They revel in the moments when you grace them with your presence, adorned for another enchanting evening together.

Wrapped snugly around your curves, the sleek black dress clings to your form, as though molded by a gentle heat, caressing your skin in a tantalizing embrace.

Your visage adorned in delicate artistry; a graceful sweep of eyeliner extends into a wing, adding an air of mystery to your eyes. Kohl delicately traces your lower lash line, lending an alluring depth. The subtle contour on your cheekbones chisels your features, softened by a flush of crimson blush. Your lips, adorned in a velvety crimson hue, beckon him with an irresistible allure.

With each step, the stilettos echo a rhythmic cadence, accentuating the curve of your calves, igniting sinful fantasies within his mind, promising perhaps to be fulfilled as the night unfolds.

One certainty looms: those heels will inevitably exact their toll, and he will willingly carry you through the rest of the evening, your elegant form cradled in his arms, like a cherished possession..

Like his doll.

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Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Takuma Ino, Naoya Zenin & Choso.

Tōru Oikawa, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Shinsuke Kita, Tetsurō Kuroo, Keishin Ukai, Daichi Sawamura & Kōshi Sugawara.

Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Seishirō Nagi, Ryūsei Shidō, Chris Prince, Eita Otoya, Oliver Aiku & Rensuke Kunigami.

Al-Haitham, Ajax (Childe), Diluc, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Ayato, Dainsleif, Dottore, Kaveh, Wriothesley & Zhongli.

Aki Hayawaka, Miri Sugo, Kishibe & Hirofumi Yoshida.

+ your fave!

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[sunarintarotea]

suna rin wears the same stinky old black beanie every fall and winter i can confirm

he refuses to take it off every season, and it even rolls into spring summer and it’s hard to get him to remove it, even though every one insists he looks better without it, and he has great hair.

but no.

this boy lives in a black beanie.

[lunaviee]

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

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

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

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

“but i didnt, this is my apology”

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

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

ohh ummm hey guyssss…..erm i’m not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!!

[otakubabe420]

Rin’s first rave

[xyaehir]

“hold still!” —

SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, male characters

REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”

NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛

“stop moving!”

“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”

you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.

“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.

you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”

“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this — ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.

“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap?” you deadpan.

“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.

you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.

his eyebrow twitches.

“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.

walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.

that was 30 minutes ago.

now you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.

“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.

“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.

applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.

“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.

he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.

it’s quiet for a while, before..

SLAP!

“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. “why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”

he side eyes you.

you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.

by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.

“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.

“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’

you smile at him through the vanity mirror.

“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”

he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.

he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”

your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.

you both slept horribly that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, OIKAWA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[sluttsumu]

❝ HEADS OR TAILS ? ❞

ೃ࿐ feat. various chars (hq, bllk, bleach, jjk)

in which certain animanga men like to give or receive.

contains: 18+, oral sex (f! + m! receiving and giving), face fucking, face sitting, hair pulling, dacryphillia, degradation.

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: something small to start posting again!

𝜗𝜚 — givers: miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, rin itoshi, ichigo kurosaki, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, are you guys gonna kill me if i say todo

—

he loves making a mess out of you when he eats you out. watching you squirm while he pulls you onto his face is his favourite past time.

he likes to keep it casual, like it’s nothing — meanwhile he knows how flustered it’s gets you watching him devour in between your legs while you tell him about your day at work.

“it’s so aggravating!” you whine grabbing hold of the headboard to steady yourself.

though it sounds like you’re talking to yourself, you’re really talking to the man whose face you’re currently sitting on.

“like seriously, fuck— why do i have to pick up h-his paperwork because he doesn’t want to do it!”

this was hard, like really hard — almost like his dick in his boxers hard. focusing on explaining while focusing on how good he’s making you feel, your head is getting even more fuzzy just thinking about it.

“—baby” you let out an airy laugh, “ ‘m gonna cum, can’t do this”

you can’t even register how fucking pretty you sound telling him this little story of yours. you were genuinely trying to get your point across but this little whining spree was just turning him on.

“mmm,” his lips vibrate against you. “maybe he likes you…” even through his mumbling you could hear him, he smirks - tracing circles using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

“b-babe! why would you even say that!” he replaced his tongue for his thumb, repeatedly rubbing your clit back and forth. he could see it, you’re so fucking close, the tears in your eyes meanwhile he’s playing with your pussy on his chest gave you away.

“because it’s hot princess, and you look so hot about to cum on my face.”

𝜗𝜚 — receivers: sae itoshi is obviously here, geto suguru, suna rintarō, shidou ryusei (duh), abarai renji (DUH), and hot take: nanami kento.

—

he’s is rough face fucker, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. he doesn’t mean to be so rough all the time but he’s needy, and sooo desperate to cum down your throat.

he finds himself questioning himself when he dwells on the sight of you that he loves — which is you absolutely ruined. hair messy, tears streaming, mascara running, spit everywhere, with you, mouth wide slobbering on his cock. it’s quite kinky he finds, but he likes what he likes.

“naughty girl,” his voice shy above a whisper while he tugs at your hair. “you love this *huff* don’t you?”

you respond with something resembling a cry while his tip prods at your uvula.

it’s so lewd, the way your spit begins to pool at your knees while he grabs two fistfuls of that pretty hair of yours. he can’t help it, you feel too good, and as of lately you’ve had quite the mouth on you.

he finds it’s time to punish you for that.

his hips don’t falter, watching tears prod at your lash line — it only encourages him to keep going, given that he’s gonna cum at any minute.

“i know this is what you wanted—” he sighs, rearranging his grip.

he takes that meek muffle you emit around his girth as an answer, one he did not ask for.

“all that fucking mouth on you, think we’ve found a better use,” he chuckles, looking down on you as his hand facets itself to the back of your head, holding every inch of him down your throat. “dont’cha think?”

this will always be the ultimate stress relief for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way than releasing thick white ropes in your mouth at the end of a long day, week, or even month.

© SLUTTSUMU 2024

[ruwhimsical]

LOOKING LOPSIDED!

he was too impatient to wait for you to cut his own hair, so he took matters into his own hands, miserably. ft. multiple characters

“I swear it isn’t that bad! If you look at it from a certain angle, you definitely pull it off,” you try to reason with your very moody boyfriend in front of you. Your words fall on deaf ears as he solely focuses on how your face scrunches up like you’re trying not to burst out laughing—in courtesy to him, of course. Although he appreciates the gesture, he’d much rather have you lay out the cold, hard truth.

He had fucked up his hairstyle—badly.

“I mean… what did you expect cutting your hair with craft scissors?” you say, fluffing his hair in an attempt to salvage it. It did not help. If anything, it made him look like a stray cat that had been struck by lightning.

“Are you going to help or just poke fun?” he snaps, stopping himself from storming out of the living room and into the bathroom to check on his dilemma for the nth time. Though it may not look like it, you had quite a knack for cutting hair. Every time you went into the bathroom, you’d emerge with a new hairstyle that suited you perfectly. This gave him the impression that it was a simple task. Oh, how wrong he had been.

He should’ve just waited for you to come home.

“Can’t I just adore how cute you look for a second? I’m gonna miss this hairstyle,” you tease, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his lips into a pout. His eyebrows furrow downward, and his eyes squint, forming what looks like an attempt at a glare. You haven’t seen him this expressive in a while. It’s almost laughable how worked up this has gotten him.

You take a quick picture of him before tossing your phone out of both your reaches. “I’m so making that my wallpaper,” you declare, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the bathroom.

“You better not, or I’ll make THAT my wallpaper,” he grins. You know exactly what he’s referring to. It’s a picture he’d taken of you when you were wasted out of your mind after a night out with friends. He’d found you lying on the floor, your clothes decorated in puke. The second you saw him, you’d latched onto his leg on the side of the road, gaining unwanted attention from passersby as you begged him to take you home.

“OKAY, okay, fine, I won’t!” you huff, briefly contemplating whether to mess up his hairstyle even more out of spite. “Just get your ass on this chair so I can hurry up and finish this.”

Your hands must’ve been made of magic, because by the time you’re done, he walks out looking like an entirely different person.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO , SHIRABU KENJIRO , suna rintarou , Eren yeager , bakugo katsuki , TODOROKI SHOTO , RIN ITOSHI , isagi yoichi , RINDOU HAITANI , (mikey) manjiro sano , baji Keisuke , MEGUMI FUSHIGURO , toge inumaki , ACE TRAPPOLA + ur favs :3

© writing belongs to ruwhimsical 2024. do not repost

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[thebestsetter]

"If I was a color, I think I'd be yellow"

"Why?"

"Non-important. I just feel it"

He has never seen yellow the same way again. It was everywhere. He looked for it everywhere. And everytime, without fail, he remembered you. A pretty sunflower. Your blinding smile. A little minion figure he saw on the mall. You crying after watching the latest "Despicable Me" movie (and him laughing at your cute stupid crying face). A silly Winnie the Pooh keychain on a crying child's backpack. You talking to the said sad kid you both saw on the street and trying to cheer them up, playing with them and making sure they were smiling, their worries melting away in the speed of light (you'd make such a great mother, he thinks, making his face grow bright red right after). The sun in all of it's glory. You. You. You. You.

You were like a plague infecting his brain and soul. He couldn't focus on anything anymore because you were always running through his head, the sound of your laugh playing inside his mind 24/7 and driving him half insane. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask you why you said to him you were yellow. How did you know? What made you so sure of it? Why you had put him under this spell in which everytime he catches just the smallest and quickest glimpse of yellow, the image of you came flooding his mind and senses? Did you even think about him the same amount of times he thought about you? He didn't know. He couldn't know unless he asked you. And it was not fair. Not fair at all.

"Remember that day you told me you were yellow?"

"Yeah" you said, stopping mid-sip of your milkshake and looking at him with your beautiful a confused face "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"You never gave me an answer to the question I asked you that day" he ignored how the first sentence you said made his heart fluster and his stomach go silly.

"Which question?" How humilliating. He's gonna have to swallow his pride and repeat it. Utterly ridiculous.

"Why?" He couldn't care less about how hurt his ego was right now "Actually, how. How did you know you're yellow?"

"Easy. It's 'cause yellow and purple are opposites, so they look good when put together"

"What?"

"Yellow and purple are on opposite sides of the color wheel, silly! So they're complementary colors and go well together"

"I know that. But what does purple have to do with you being yellow?"

"You remind me of purple"

And suddenly, he realized yellow has never been alone. Next to the beautiful sunflower, there's a bellflower, that looks gloom when compared to the yellow plant, but basks in the joy it seems to bring nonetheless. Just like you are the one to bring joy to his life. Beside the minion figure, there's a figure of those bad purple minions, and while one is considered pretty, funny and nice, the other one is scary, angry and people tend to avoid them. It reminds him of you two: extroverted and kind you and introverted and rude him. Perfect opposites. Perfect together. He hadn't noticed before, but the child's backpack was purple, and this memory was followed by the the sound of the laughs you and the little fella shared. Kids should always be happy, smiling, harmless and having fun. Comfortable. Safe. In that way, you make him feel like a little kid. Your warm embrace, so protective and oh so motherly. He feels relaxed around you. Overjoyed. And even though he doesn't smile a lot, you always seem to make him want to crack a real, big grin. It must be a superpower of yours. Lastly, the sun, always followed by the moon. Even though they don't "meet" often, when they do, they create one of the prettiest phenomena known to humanity: an eclipse. They're always apart, but when they're together, it's so beautiful that the whole world stops to see.

"That's cringy. And kinda stupid."

"No it's not! We're a perfect duo! Just admit it!!"

"'Course we are"

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you!!"

"I'm not saying it again."

So don't act surprised when your wedding is full of beautiful sunflowers and bellflowers. You should see it coming. They look good together right? Just like you two.

RIN ITOSHI, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, MICHAEL KAISER, Barou Shohei, SAE ITOSHI, TODOROKI SHOTO, SHINSOU HITOSHI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, TSUKISHIMA KEI (his name's kanji meaning moon is just so-- perfect fot this fic) , Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + any character you think fits this!!

Curiosity!!!: Bellflowers mean "everlasting love and commitment" in flower language, while sunflowers mean steadfast love!!

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Wrote this in the middle of my portuguese class. I hate it. I'm in love with him

[merlucide]

Incorrect quote pt2

Y/N: We have to find my darling husband! I’m so worried about him..!

Friend: seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Y/N: He makes me laugh.

This applies to:

(JJK) GOJO, itadori, inumaki,

(MHA) KAMINARI, MONOMA,

(KNY) SANEMI, INOSUKE,

(HQ) OIKAWA, KYOTANI, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, tsukishima, LEV, kenma, SUNA, ATSUMU, SAKUSA, HOSHIUMI

(BLLK) BACHIRA, isagi, RAICHI, nagi, RIN, SHIDOU, otoya, SENDOU, OLIVER, KAISER, CHARLES