#suna time skip

[clawsdevour]

undressed

wc: 0.2k content warning: had a thought where suna enjoys watching u get changed.., suggestive, suna x reader, not proofread

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Suna, your husband who always enjoys the sight of you getting changed right in front of him. His narrow eyes darting up and down at your silhouette, taking in your slight curves dilating his pupils larger the more he stares. 

His teeth slowly bitting down softly on his bottom lip in lust and desire watching you attempt to unhook your bra from within his t-shirt you wore to bed. Sliding the straps off your arms through the oversized shirt, he continues to observe through his half-lidded sleepy eyes, which awoke when he felt the weight lift off the mattress.

Dropping your bra down and onto the bedside table, you let out a small yawn of drowsiness before crossing your arms to reach the bottom hem of the shirt. Fingers holding on tightly while you slowly rose the shirt up to reveal your skin to the cold crisp air. Suna’s fighting back on his lack of sleep to continue feasting at the sensual sight. 

The moment it’s off your bare shoulders, your back facing him, you can hear him shuffling in bed to inching to get closer. Looking behind you, his toned half-nude body makes its way toward you with his low, and needy grumbles. 

The moment his cold hands slithered their way onto your waist, you were immediately pulled back into his warm embrace. His hands tightening around you.

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[struwberrii]

haikyuu boys in relationships ˚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are my headcannons on how i think haikyuu boys would be in relationship (inarizaki edition :3)

characters: kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🦊

kita

takes such good care of you and always packs stuff for you that he knows you’ll probably forget

memorized all your favorite products and randomly buys you refills when you’re running low

helps you study (he’s better at teaching than the teacher)

not one for pda but def leaves kisses on the top of your head and cheek quickly, love language is probably acts of service or quality time

always joking about marrying you (it’s not a joke guys i think he wants to marry you)

very open with how he’s feeling/his emotions, believes communication is key

genuinely the healthiest relationship guy ever

loves to bake for you, i feel like he’d make really good bread

his grandma loves you

atsumu

stupid but in a cute way

work him up on purpose he’s so cute when he’s frustrated with you

like a puppy in love with you, like he is genuinely star struck by you

calls you beautiful/pretty/handsome 24/7

loves carrying you in his arms.

i feel like his love language would be gift giving so your bed is covered in plushies from him and he’s constantly giving you chocolates

super flirty, always keeps you blushing, but he’s also like rlly cute about it idk

osamu is tired of you guys and constantly makes fun of tsumu for being so obsessed with you

takes you on surprise dates to like aquariums or arcades

jokingly makes fun of you often

osamu

brags about you/ shows you off constantly

also obsessed with you but more nonchalant about it

cooks for you, loves inviting you over to cook with him as a date night too

love language is probably words of affirmation or quality time

his mom loves you so much

always keeps you laughing

asks you to help him studying but you guys never actually end up studying

has a 3 month tiktok streak with you

has matching bracelets or rings with you

will make flirty/bold comments then get super embarrassed and blushy

his profile picture is you and him

always talks about his goals and how he plans his future with you

forehead kisses

suna

nonchalant king

very funny and bold on text but like chill and quiet irl

that one meme where ur talking all that game thru text then get all shy in person

also teases you jokingly but if you do it back he gets really flustered really fast

loves when you touch/play with his hair

love language is probably touch or quality time

always has an arm around your shoulder

gets you snacks and walks you home everyday

knows all the coolest spots in town and takes you there late at night to stargaze

he knows everything about everyone bc he’s quiet and kind of just eavesdrops so he tells you all the drama

randomly sends pics of u he secretly takes

[sun4r1nnity]

in the line of love

fem!reader x police officer!suna rintaro

oneshot, fluff

“Hey gorgeous, getting home from work, are you?” Suna’s voice was playful as he leaned into your car window, his foxlike eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile forming on your face. You knew the officer too well—a little too well, actually. It was amusing how he kept pining for you even while on duty.

You hadn’t expected a roadblock today, though he had mentioned there would be one soon due to reports of illegal motor racing. When it was your turn to be inspected, a super familiar face greeted you as you rolled down your window. A grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face, Suna pulled down his shades, his eyes lighting up with joy.

“Good afternoon, Sir Suna. I’m heading home now to meet my lovely husband,” you played along, handing him your license card. His grin widened at your words.

“That sounds wonderful! But are you sure he’s home right now? You could always come to mine instead,” he teased, handing back your license without really inspecting it. He knew you too well to bother with protocol.

“No thanks, mister. I love my husband too much,” you laughed, and the sound made his heart flutter.

“Come on now, he won’t know. Plus, don't you think I'm more attractive? Especially in my uniform,” he leaned down into your window, sweat glistening on his forehead from working under the sun. His badge—Deputy Chief Suna Rintaro—displayed prominently on his chest.

“Nu uh! I’m super loyal!” you declared with a playful defiance.

“Oh yeah? Your husband is a lucky one, isn’t he?” He leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on your lips.

You hummed in response, displaying a big smile at the affection. “Drive safe, baby,” Suna—no, Rintaro—said, a soft smile on his face as his skin glowed under the sunlight. His green pupils shone with the light and love he had for you, and you admired your husband’s breathtaking beauty more than ever.

“Mhm, will do, sir!” you replied, earning a chuckle from Rintaro.

“Okay, Mrs. Suna. You can pass now,” he backed away from your car, allowing you to leave the site. You smiled at him again before rolling up your window and continuing your journey home.

A few minutes later, at a red light, a bunch of notifications echoed from your phone.

rin<3

be back at 6

wait for me okay?

love you

>3< ❤️

A grin crept up on your face, but a sudden loud honk startled you from your moment. You quickly refocused on the road, your heart warmed by the sweet messages from your husband.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Their Pregnant Partner Featuring

Kita, Suna and Akaashi

Kita Shinsuke x Pregnant Reader; Suna Rintaro x Pregnant Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: fluff

AN: and again : D

Kita

The beautiful sight of his fields at sunset were nothing compared to your gorgeous, full figure walking towards him with a basket full of food. He stopped his work, gathering up his equipment before making his way to you at the edge of the field.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting dear,” he asked you, smirk across his face as you scowled back at him.

“Well, you’ve barred me from field work so I guess the only thing I can do now is make you food and laze about the house, which I might add, is boring!”

Kita knew you’d have a hard time with the end of your pregnancy and with getting the required rest the doctor had ordered for you. At first, he tried everything to get you to just take one nap a day to rest and relax. Eventually he gave up on his quest and let nature take its course. Now that you were 8 months, your body essentially forced you to take a break which you absolutely hated.

“Why don’t you work on your knitting? You always complain you never had time for that when you worked the rice fields with me,” Kita suggested as you sighed.

“Well now that I have time I don’t want to do that, I want to work!”

You’re pout drove Kita insane but he knew there was little he could do to help you at this point. You absolutely were not allowed to help him in the fields but maybe there was something else you could do.

“Hey what about helping with packaging? You know that’s something you can sit and do,” he declared, waiting your response.

“I guess,” you groaned, admitting defeat, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

Kita smiled, kissing your forehead and you both sat down to enjoy your food.

Suna

Suna couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. There you were, on the floor covered in paint as you tried to maneuver the piece of baby furniture you were painting.

“Hey Rin!” You spoke, face and hands completely covered in green paint as you continued to happily paint ground edges with great detail.

Suna wasn’t sure how you managed to be so careful with painting the dress or yet so messy with yourself

“Babe, I told you I’d help you tonight when I got home from practice,” Suna laughed, coming over to you to help you get off the floor in your extremely pregnant state.

He held out his hands as you gripped them, pulling yourself up and into his arms. You giggled as your painted body touched his and his EJP hoodie, making the colors now yellow, black, white and green.

“Good thing I got like 50 more of these in my closet,” he joked as you smiled

“You mean in my closet, I borrowed at least 10.”

Suna just chuckled, thinking how lucky he was to have such an amazing and wonderful partner.

Akaashi

“You’ve been working on that article all night babe, don’t you think it’s time you take a break?” You interrupted, bringing in a cup of tea and some late night snacks for your husband who had been working all day.

“It’s not an article love, it’s a letter your baby,” Akaashi answered as you stopped, eyes shifting to him as you set the tea down.

“A letter to the baby? May I ask what it’s about?”

Akaashi shrugged, “well it’s kind of about how you and I met and how our lives were before baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at your husbands thoughtful gesture. Akaashi noticed the tears, getting up and hugging you tightly as you sobbed in his arms.

“T-that’s got-got to be the cu-cutest thing I’ve e-ever heard Keiji,” you bellowed as Keiji just chuckled, consoling you, one hand on your back and one on your belly.

[miyasstan]

Streets are saying Haikyuu Time Skip is being animated!!!!! I am afraid of the person I'm gonna become if it happens, you better hide Mr Onigiri Miya, EJP Middle Blocker Suna Rintarou, Argentina official setter Oikawa Tooru, Brazil Hinata Shoyou and those MSBY idiots or respectfully I am omw :)

[okumadechan]

REPOSTING THINGS FROM TWITTER/INSTAGRAM TO CREATE A NEW PROFILE HERE!!!

[2021]

[wordsofelie]

🏠one goodbye, a million hellos

A Phoenix and Ashes & Don’t you dare run away short story (can be read as a standalone)

Suna x f!reader

Summary: Suna is invited to the wedding of his ex. he goes there with a broken heart and leaves with a loving one.

Content warnings: alcohol consumption, non-explicit bed scene, swearings, timeskip, manga spoilers

Words count: 3.5k

Suna knew from the moment he woke up that morning, that today was going to be shitty day. First, his alarm didn’t go off—luckily, his lazy cat decided to scratch at the door, waking him up. Bleary-eyed, he noted that the noise outside was way too loud for it to be 6 a.m. That’s when he checked the time. It was 8 a.m.

He launched out of bed and stumbled as his ankle twisted slightly. He barely registered the discomfort because he simply had no time to waste. Then he checked the weather on his phone: a sunny day ahead, or so he thought. However, all he had to do was cross the threshold to realise that he’d checked the forecast for Hiroshima, not Tokyo, and that it was pouring rain in the bigger city.

The way to the gym didn’t help ease his mood. He had to wait for two overcrowded trains to pass before he could squeeze onto the third, only to watch in horror as his wallet tumbled out of his bag and skidded across the station floor. Two teenagers shot him a pitying look and smirked.

His coach made him run ten extra laps of the court as a punishment.

Anyway, it was shaping up to be the shittiest day.

Only two things can possibly redeem it now, Suna hopes: the company of his chubby, grey cat and the arrival of his long-awaited new volleyball shoes.

When he finally reaches his apartment building, he rushes to the mailbox.

Fuck, the shoes aren’t there.

He sighs heavily and sorts through the stack of mostly junk mail. There’s an ad for the new yakiniku restaurant that opened in his neighbourhood, a fan’s letter (how did they find his address?) and then, at the bottom of the mailbox, a delicate, white envelope with his name inked in familiar handwriting. Suddenly, his chest tightens. Suna feels his lungs closing, as if they can no longer inhale the breath from outside. Because, even if he wishes he could unrecall the way his ex-girlfriend used to write his name, he can’t; and the letter is from her. He doesn’t need to open the letter to know what it is. She wouldn’t use such elegant paper for him—not anymore. So, he knows, even before reading a single word, that it is an invitation to her wedding.

Her wedding to Miya Osamu.

But just in case his hunch was wrong, in case she dumped his former teammate and wants Suna back in her life, he decides to unfold the paper, carefully.

Honda Airi & Miya Osamu are pleased to invite you...

That’s enough for today.

He shoves the letter into his bag, in a harsh move. Yet somehow, he can’t bring himself to crumple or shred it to pieces for it is certainly very precious to Airi.

When he enters his apartment, he mumbles a shy “tadaima”, it’s unusual for him. He never much cared for the ritual of announcing his return, but his mother used to insist on it, so he only does it with her and his younger sister when he visits them. And Airi once complained when he didn’t. He never knew why it mattered so much to her.

“It’s just… I love having someone to say ‘okaeri’ to,” she said.

Only now does Suna understand the warmth of having someone to greet when coming home, or rather, Suna understands the coldness of having no one to go home to. Not even Peko-chan, his cat, bothers to look up at him, it doesn’t seem like that ungrateful bastard is going to come and ask for cuddles anytime soon.

He finds a single lollipop on the kitchen counter and unwraps it, it’s sweet but somehow tonight, it tastes bitter.

The letter stays in his bag for weeks. Airi tries to call him a few times, leaving messages of “hey, I was wondering if you had received a letter?”, and “tell me when you have received the invitation… I’d like to talk with you about it.” Which turned into “everyone received theirs so I don’t know if you moved out or if you’re ignoring me… anyway, please call me back.”

She sounds so worried; it makes him feel bad and so, he calls her back.

Airi seems to be thrilled when she talks about the wedding plans. There’s this spark in her voice that reminds him of everything he once loved about her. For a brief moment, he almost forgets it is supposed to hurt.

She begs him to come because “you’ve always meant a lot to me, and… I still think of you as a close friend. And Osamu’s entire team from high school is coming. It wouldn’t feel right without you there. But I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable-”

“I’ll come.” He simply replies. Suna has always been a man of few words. He believes he hears a sigh of relief in her voice.

She thanks him one, twice, thrice, Suna pretends it is a pleasure. Which it is (because he made her happy) but also isn’t (because all the regrets he pushed aside for years suddenly resurface).

That evening, he reads the whole invitation. It is so quintessentially her—simple and graceful, the venue will be in the mountains, of course she loves the mountains. The wedding will be held in summer, near her birthday. Every detail seems to fit her perfectly, even the name next to hers, and despite the hurt and regrets, Suna Rintarou has to admit that Miya Osamu is a way better choice than himself for her; he had always been.

The day comes and Suna feels his stomach hurt when he arrives at the venue. It’s a small gathering, which only makes him more visible when he parks. He glances at the people that are already there, and takes a deep inspiration—yet, even in the calm, he can feel his pulse race. A few seconds after, he hears Atsumu tapping on his window.

“Sunarin, my man!” Atsumu’s grin is wide as ever, and Suna’s response is his usual faint smile.

Atsumu explains everything to him from what’s planned for dinner to where the restrooms are but soon after that, excuses himself to go see his brother who’s almost done getting ready.

To stay close to people who are calm and won’t ask too many questions, Suna makes his way to his senpai, Aran and Kita, and nods through conversations, pretending to be his normal self, quiet and unbothered.

Suna doesn’t remember a lot about what happened after, maybe because he was to focus on trying to make the pain in his chest go away.

But when Airi arrives, he finds her beautiful, but he also admits to himself that his heart doesn’t beat the way it used to. The man realises that it is not her that haunts him, but the regrets and the “what could have been?”. It’s the longing to have someone by his side to cherish. It’s the fact that the only true love story he had experienced ended in tears—because of him—and when he tried to fix the broken glasses, it was too late.

This goodbye will forever hurt.

By the reception, Suna attempts to control his drinking—partly because he is a professional athlete, but mostly because he fears he might say something stupid to Airi, “Could it have been us?”, he nearly asks when he bumps into her at the buffet. But instead, “I’m happy for you,” comes out.

“Thank you, Rin. It means a lot coming from you.” the hurt eases even slightly.

Still the alcohol starts blurring his mind a little bit and he turns, only to find himself spilling his drink on someone.

“Shit,” that someone says.

“Oh-sorry!” he mutters, reaching for a napkin to help.

She says nothing back, and doesn’t even look at him at first, not out of annoyance, Suna concludes, but because her attention is glued to her camera, which took the brunt of the spill (and that thing seems the hell expensive).

After a minute or so, she sighs heavily and mumbles a “thanks gods, it’s still working.” As she raises the camera, she snaps one picture of Suna.

The man raises an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback.

“I need to remember the man who almost made me lose my job.”

She grins. And Suna can finally see her whole face. She’s more radiant than a thousand suns.

“Your job?”

“Yep. Honda-san, I mean, Miya-san now, hired me to be the photograph for tonight. My shop is close to her workplace.” She says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she extends her hand to introduce herself.

“Mmh, nice to meet you. I’m Suna.”

He’s cold. Suna knows he is, but it’s not like he can do anything about it, that’s just who he has always been. Somehow, she doesn’t seem impressed or upset by it. She simply scratches her chin and frowns.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom… Wait, let me guess. You’re pretty tall and handsome. Volleyball player, right? So, the groom’s side, I’d say.”

Suna doesn’t know how to respond to that because after all, he’s here for both.

“Actually…” He hesitates. “I was in high school with them.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were the mysterious type and cool guy all the girls had a crush on?”

Suna laughs, a short huff through his nose. “I don’t know. Were you the stalking girl who took pictures of her crush?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Did you take many pictures of me tonight?” He wheedles and crosses his arms.

“Who said I had a crush on you?”

That girl is probably smarter than he would ever be, Suna concludes and just when he’s thinking about what he can argue back, she chimes in.

“But, if you want to know, you’ll have to stop by my shop sometime.”

He’s surprised when his heart skips a beat and finds himself wanting to know more about her. They chat naturally for the next half an hour, like old friends or something close to it. She mentions Momo, her cat, a clingy, high-maintenance furball that couldn’t be more different from his laid-back pet. He shows her a photo of said pet, and she laughs about how nonchalant he looks (“like his owner” she adds). She still thinks the felines would look good together. Suna wonders if they would.

“Well, I just forgot I’m supposed to be working and I saw that dude who looks like an owl doing a backflip on the dancefloor. I think Miya-san wouldn’t want me to miss this.” She leans just an inch so that Suna is close enough now to inhale a fragment of her scent. “Guess I’ll see you around… Mister Cool Guy.”

Before he can say anything, she slips back into the crowd. Suna thinks he catches a slight blush on her ears, he smiles, and it makes his cheeks hurt.

Two weeks after, Airi calls him.

“Rin, I hate to ask, but I’m in Osaka right now, and the wedding photos are ready. Could you pick them up?”

Suna wonders if she has some sixth sense or if fate is intervening, but either way, he decides to take the chance.

When he arrives at the shop, she’s there, and the man swears he caught her smile widen when she saw him. She’s helping a young girl with some identity photos, telling her jokes, and making funny faces to get a smile from the child. The way she acts with her makes him think that she has that ability of making everyone feel at ease.

“Here for the photos?” she asks and hands him the envelope.

He takes it, but something holds him back from leaving just yet. He’s here to do his ex a favour, but as he heads toward the door, he finds himself turning around.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Nothing,” she answers, almost too quickly.

The middle blocker holds back a teethfull smile, “There’s a new yakiniku place nearby. I’ve been wanting to try it.”

“I close in twenty minutes.” She informs.

“I’ll wait,” he replies, and finally lets a rare smile break through.

The dinner’s great, they talk about everything and nothing at all. He grills the meat, she eats it while telling him about her degrees and her previous experiences working in a rigid company, why she hated it and how her boss was a butthead. Suna notes that her eyes shine when she explains how she finally followed her dreams and became a professional photographer. She asks him about his dream, impressed when she searches for his name on the internet and sees the number of followers on his public profile.

By the time they’re walking back, neither is in a rush to leave the other. Their feet drag slightly, as if it would help delay the moment they part ways.

“Next time, I’ll try the karubi,” she exclaims, nudging him.

“Next time?”

“What? Aren’t you going to take me on another date, Suna Rintarou?” She smirks, bright and clear.

Everything inside him moves and his heart aches. But this time, the feeling soothes him.

And so, he agrees to go out with her again. The dates become regular and slowly, as the days pass, fingers intertwine, soft kisses land at the corner of lips, and “i like you” are whispered under the moon.

With her, it’s never awkward, never forced. And Suna thinks that maybe he isn’t cursed to be loveless after all.

A few months later, when her apartment lease ends, they move in together. Suna, with his ever-pragmatic mind, decides they know each other well enough to make it work. She’s clumsy, messy, and can sleep till noon—he often returns from his morning run to find her still in bed, though now she tries to get up and wait for him with two steaming cups of tea. She has a tendency to comment on absurd reality shows about people fighting in a villa, and while he doesn’t admit it aloud, Suna finds an odd comfort in her quirks.

At first, her cooking is questionable, bad even, but he finds her watching YouTube tutorials on “How To Meal Prep for Athletes.” Soon, her omurice (that was a bit too burnt in the beginning), packed with olive oil for good fats, protein-rich chicken and eggs, rice for carbs, and fiber-loaded courgettes and red peppers, becomes something he actually looks forward to. Her repertoire of healthy recipes grows, and they fall into a rhythm that makes Suna feels nothing less than at home: he handles the cleaning, and she deftly manages bills and taxes.

On the weekends, they play video games and go on hikes—though never too long ones, because she stops constantly to capture everything. “You already took a picture of that flower,” he points out, and with her innocent smile, she replies, “But the light’s different now.”

She respects his boundaries, never pressures him to do things he dislikes, and doesn’t complain when his responses are short and of few words. She doesn’t make him feel bad when his training runs late. No matter what hour he comes home, she’s waiting—half asleep on the couch, two cats curled in her lap, an almost-empty packet of low-salt and 0% fat crisps by her side. He kneels before her, murmuring “tadaima,” and her eyes squint and then shine as she responds, “okaeri, my love.”

She never misses his games, always making sure to snap the best shots of him. Sometimes, she even sneaks alongside the official photographers, scolding them for not taking enough pictures of Suna.

“What a bunch of idiots…Can’t you see he’s the ace of the game?” (it got her to be kick out of the gym once).

She learns all the rules from volleyball even though she still gets confused with the rotations. One day, from where he stands on the court, Suna hears her protest when the referee whistles for a foul he made (even though it was obvious he touched the net with his chest).

In return, Suna never fails to attend her exhibitions. He strokes her hair and kisses her cheeks when she cries because “no one came” and “I’m a failure.”

He lists every reason why she’s mistaken and how she’s the most talented person in this entire universe. It makes her cry even more, but with happy tears this time. He keeps on believing that her art will be celebrated worldwide someday, but that he’ll remain the first to stand in line when queues of fans will show up to see her masterpieces.

After a hard day, he runs her a bath, (always putting a little bath bomb that smells like roses, her favourite). When he’s away for matches, he brings back mugs from every country. The shelves are now overflowing, and they had to buy a new cabinet, but she still asks him for more.

He discovers what makes her feel good, the spots on her skin that sends shivers down her spine (her upper thigh, the back of her shoulders). He learns what words make her lose her mind, what pace she enjoys most.

When he messes up, she’s never afraid to call him out. “You’re a piece of shit,” she shouts sometimes when she’s pissed at him, and they burst into laughter because they can never be mad at each other for more than fifteen minutes.

During the Paris Olympics, they explore the city for what she calls their “honeymoon” (they’re not married, not even engaged, though Suna wouldn’t mind giving her his last name, or taking hers). She photographs every single croissant they try, and even makes him pose like he’s holding up the Eiffel Tower, much to his dismay. The man grunts but does it anyway (it’s a total fail).

She jumps in his arms when Japan wins against Argentina. He almost stumbles, but happiness overwhelms him at the same time.

He meets Airi’s gaze, who came with Osamu and his parents to cheer for Atsumu. She beams at him, and he smiles back.

(After all, going to that wedding wasn’t quite a bad idea.)

And just like that, a year transforms into two and into three. His career is stable while hers flourishes.

When he turns 30, she shows him a video montage that leaves him flustered. He laughs at her for getting teary-eyed even though she’s the one who made it.

“Where did you get all these pictures of me as a kid?” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“From your mum, of course! She was happy to help.”

“To help humiliate me?” he asks, and she tries to shut him up with a quick, “I love you.” He rolls his eyes but smiles anyway.

For her birthday, he gifts her the camera she’s been dreaming of her entire life. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, keep taking pictures. I love them... and I love you,” he tells. She answers she could die happy.

Her first picture with the new device is, shamelessly, Suna’s “beautiful and too-hot-for-public-decency back muscles.”

“Are you taking nudes of me, darling?” He raises an eyebrow when he catches her in the act.

“But this is my favourite scenery.” She tries to explain with a pout. He lets her snap more pictures.

She heads to New York for a major exhibition where she wins an award for best nature photography. From their shared apartment in Tokyo, Suna congratulates her over the phone.

But the week drags on and her absence is painful. He craves her omurice and the low-salt crisps (which taste suspiciously like cardboard), and even finds himself calling out “tadaima” to no one at all. And it seems like, he’s not the only who feels depressed since both cats have decided to start a hunger strike because apparently what Suna feeds them doesn’t meet their standards (even Peko-chan refused the tuna he gave him.)

He looks at the photo album she made of their travels before bed. Suna is convinced that one day, their shelves will be overflowing not only with mugs but with albums (because they have many years ahead of them, many more moments to share).

He forgets what his life looked like before her, not that it matters anymore, Suna wouldn’t mind erasing every memory from his head to keep exclusively the ones with her.

She finally returns home with the award, and he picks her up from the airport (driving a little too fast and barely stopping at red lights, don’t tell her). When they step in the doorway, Suna grabs her waist and pulls her against him tightly, his face nestles in her neck.

“Rintarou…” she chuckles and grabs his hair—he loves when she does that—“I stink because of the flight, let me take a shower.”

Her cat meows to get her attention.

But Suna wants her all to himself.

“Say tadaima,” he orders, sounding like a child.

She blinks in confusion, then takes his face in her hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Tadaima, my love.”

Suna wants to breathe the words, make it his oxygen. His lungs open, his whole blood is filled with an air he never felt before.

Gosh, she’s everything, he tells himself.

“Okaeri.” He responds.

They take a shower together (until the water runs cold), they order take away (burgers with an extra slice of fries), they watch her stupid reality show (Suna starts to be invested in the drama), he falls asleep on her lap, the cats join him.

That night, Suna dreams that it lasts forever.

(It will.)

author notes: if you read Phoenix and Ashes and Don’t you dare run away you know that i haven’t depicted suna as the most loving and kind human being, but what i enjoy so much about writing is that we can develop complex characters who evolve, fail, get better or worse, and make them experience life-changing events. so i really loved describing this new version of suna and make him fall in love again.

anyway a lot of talking haha when i just wanted to give sunarin a happy ending <3

i hope you enjoyed reading this and I’m gonna go working on the kageyama fic now 👀

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Atsumu : I’m so happy my two favorite people are getting along now!

Suna : Uh, Samu and Sakusa are not getting along.

Atsumu : They’re not trying anymore to kill each other.

Suna : You may have a point.

[cnnmairoll]

WRONG ACCOUNT!

Pairing(s) : Suna Rintarou x reader x Kozume Kenma

Genre : Fluff, Crack, Angst (?)

Type : SMAU / Social Media AU, Includes written portions :)

Includes : Misunderstandings (for the plot), Love Corner/Triangle, Curse words, Inappropriate jokes, uses of KYS

Synopsis : As an uprising Twitch streamer, you recently went viral after a tweet following a stream with Kodzuken. However, the tweet was accidentally posted by your best friend and social media manager, Suna. Now, fans are speculating about a possible romance with Kenma, who is also starting to wonder if there's something more between you two. Will this mix-up spark a new chapter in your relationship or be cleared up in the next stream?

A/N : this series is written by me, and @kunigummys as my amazing co-writer. please check her out, she's amazing :)

PROFILES: ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ OnlyFriends‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Before Hoes‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Cool Name Pending

Track 1...

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[randomdoodlesandstories]

Haikyuu Men(time skip) when their Gf has her Per*od ( Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou and Kenma Kozume)

Kenma:

Okay, first, this guy works at home.

second, he's a streamer, bro's his own boss.

Thus he can DEFINITELY stay next to you 24/7 (Unless his fans badger him into streaming.)

Probably wraps you in warm blankets and gives you all his games so you guys can play them together.

He tries to make you comfort food like fries and chips but fails, so he just buys them instead.

But at least he can make hot cocoa. :P

He'll play games next to you when you have terrible cramps while you sleep.

If he really has to stream, he'll make sure you are fully comfortable with like a ton of games, some food, hot drinks, blankets and lets you sit with him.

he give you personal space when you need it and comfort as well.

Suna:

Tries to get out of practice ASAP

Stares at his phone twice more often during practise.

Makes you comfortable by giving you five times more blankets, games, music, movies basically anything you need.

When you tell him you miss him via text, he comes back in under ten minutes.

The coach can't do anything about it cuz he will and can blackmail the coach if he doesn't let him out.

I feel bad for the coach :(

When he gets back, he will tell you all the gossip and rumours.

which, by the way, 80% of the rumours were spread by him.

If you ask, is more than happy enough to show you all his pictures and videos.

Cuddles with you nearly all the time.

has no sense of personal space.

Also tries to make you comfort food but mostly he buys them from his friend Osamu, cuz you like Osamu's rice balls.

By the end of the day, you basically know every volleyball player's secrets and rumours brought to you by Suna. XD

Osamu

Okay, first of all, his guy can actually make amazing-tasting comfort food. ( Unlike the other two lol)

Tries to stay home but his business needs him.

Before he leaves, he makes you any food you request and when he comes back he brings you all your favourite Rice balls ( Yum )

Will watch whatever you want to watch with you.

Dinner will literally be equal to a 3-star Michelin restaurant.

When you want to he will cuddle with you.

Let you enjoy peace and quiet when you want to.

Blankets, food, movies, games, name it. he will try to buy it.

If you text him about what food you crave, will make it for you immediately.

I'm probably going to talk nonstop about his food. :P

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm hungry.

[mrs-kodzuken]

early christmas ⟢ rintarou s.

synopsis: you get an early christmas gift from your boyfriend and love it beyond no end, timeskip!suna x fem!reader, christmas time, fluff, short fic

“You've been on that thing forever, at this rate you’re likely to forget me soon.” Rin deadpanned, almost regretting buying that damned thing for you.

Almost.

He could see how happy it made you, especially now that when he got on the game with his friends, you weren’t completely lonely with your new switch lite.

Of course, Christmas was coming up but with being stuck in the house for days due to snow and not being able to make it to work, he knew the best solution for his dear girlfriend.

He watched carefully as you concentrated on digging perfect holes to place trees in, your face was definitely one to remember. He loved seeing your joy filled face as you explained the animal crossing terms to him, even though he'd probably forget half of them within the next hour.

"Uhh, nuh uh." you retorted, not even looking up at him from where he was standing. After Rintarou surprised you with an early Christmas present, even though the big day was less than a week away, you could not stop playing. It was like an excitement that was slowly becoming an addiction.

You took your nintendo lite with you everywhere, to the bathroom when taking long, relaxing baths, to the bar in the kitchen where you both eat breakfast.

And even so far as playing it in public during downtime if you both were able to leave the house. You loved every minute of your new game console, especially since it was in your favorite color too.

However, Suna had to draw some lines when you pulled an all-nighter playing your game because you 'just had to get something done'.

"I think it's mostly your fault though, you let me open it early, so." you trailed off, sticking your tongue out wherever you thought he was from your peripheral.

Your eyes stuck to your little character as she ran around the plaza trying to talk with every villager. You couldn’t help but to get so happy when you saw the Christmas decorations around your island. As well as hounding on your game for so long, day and night, you were able to make lots of progress.

You barely noticed that Suna sat down beside you on the king sized bed, his PS5 left on and if you really paid attention, you could hear his friends calling for him.

"Love, at least give me a kiss before you leave off into the island of Y/n." he joked, you tore your eyes away from the screen and started to feel bad in the way that you were ignoring your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Rinnie, I just really love the game, but I'll be sure to take breaks and spend actual quality time with you." you promised, saving and putting your game console away.

The relief basically melted off of Suna, now he finally understands the other side of the story when he used to not pay enough attention to you when gaming.

"Thanks, love." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, relishing in the fact that he could taste the leftover dark chocolate crumbs on your lips from when you snack as you play.

"You're such an angel, you know that right? My angel." he couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face when you laughed and rolled your eyes. You were such the purest sight ever to him, this is what he missed. Of course he loves when you have an enjoyable hobby but physical contact was so much better in his opinion.

"Want to ditch the games for the rest of the night and watch a Christmas movie with me?" you giggled into his black sweatshirt, it smelling of his fancy body wash that you gifted him as a 'just because' gift.

"Obviously, anything to spend more time with you love." he hopped up, turning off his own gaming console and sending a text to his group chat before lounging with you in bed.

After a small discussion on which streaming service, you both finally decided on Hulu to watch Elf.

As the movie played and the lights were dimmed in the bedroom, you got sentimental, watching Rintarou’s handsome features being lit up by the movie.

"You know, I'm really grateful for my gift. I love it." you said quietly, hiding your face even though you both have been together for almost four years now.

He squeezed you tighter to him, loving your small confession, his heart felt unbearably warm at the act.

"I'm glad love, only the best for you." he kissed your temple knowing that his small confession would ring true when he got the balls to get the ring box out of his sock drawer and pop the question.

But for now, he smiled and watched your reactions to the movie, wondering how he got so lucky. 

a/n: hihi! i've been obsessed with animal crossing lately, so sorry i've been inactive!! i hope you enjoy, and requests are open! <3

[clawsdevour]

you kissed me

wc: 0.3k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, drunk!atsumu x reader, fluff, implied drinking/partying, not proofread

* . ‘ .ᤳ

bzzzz bzzzzzz...

the sound of your phone vibrating against your nightstand, interrupting your flow of sleep. a message from your boyfriend this early in the morning?

eyes still dazed and mind still hung over from last night's wild party at suna's. blinking away the grogginess as you attempt to lock in your consciousness despite being half asleep.

gripping your phone from your nightstand that continued to vibrate in the palms of your limp hands, squinting at the bright illuminating screen.

what does atsumu want so early in the morning? you groaned out of exhaustion in your head. the first words at the top of your notifications caught your attention really got you questioning what he did.

atsumu: I'M SORRY!! I'M SO SORRY

half awake and lost, you press on the other notifications under the most recent message that read-

atsumu: DON'T GET MAD BUT...

atsumu: I ACCIDENTALLY KISSED ANOTHER PERSON LAST NIGHT AT SUNA'S PARTY i'm so sorry babe

um, what? that definitely woke you up due to the shock factor that had you spiraling for a moment as you try to recall last night's party.

the whole time you could have sworn that you were with atsumu, just barely drinking anything. okay maybe one or two, but atsumu was wasted!

thinking back, you quite literally don't even remember him being even near another girl. he's only been around his buddies the whole time as well.

coming to a conclusion when you realized, that "somebody else" atsumu's talking about was you. at some point at the party when he was totally out of it, he was bodying his limp and heavy stature on you to give you a simple peck made more complicated than needed.

stupid atsumu.

you: ...

you: you kissed me dumbass

masterlist here

[pshstar]

haikyuu !! library

below are fics of jjk that i personally like

note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

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kuroo tetsuro

dry humping @haikyuu-sins

boss!kuroo | @4unnyr0se

just a pill | @tiza0925

akaashi keiji

bare tighs | @cherrye

kageyama tobio

apple cider | @4unnyr0se

that's it | @cherrye

miya atsumu

thigh riding | @teamatsumu

dilf!atsumu | @sugawara-sweetheart

virgin!atsumu | @kuroosdarling

chaperone | @ramhaiba

miya osamu

suna rintarou

lazy day | @pin-k-ink

bf!suna | @ravenslvt

bestfriend's brother - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | @ravenslvt

untitled | @the-travelling-witch

untitled II | @hxltic

drabble | @kiatoru

jealousy | @cxsha-lilith

consume | @k4g3hika

miya twins (poly)

maelstrom - 1 - 2 | @pin-k-ink

share me! | @titsuya

somethin' new | @kiyoomi-levin

double trouble | @sluttsumu

ushijima wakatoshi

lusus | @pin-k-ink

it's sticky, toshi | @lxnarphase

seijoh 4

crush - 1 - 2 | @mulberrysilk

group sex | @teamatsumu

multi x reader

ticking dine bomb (sakuatsu) | @creative-crybaby

three's a crowd (bokuro) | @jinkicake

a dip in the hot tub (bokuro) | @mythiccheroacademia

untitled (kuroshima) | @haikyuusmut

untitled II (bokuaka) | @sugawara-sweetheart

a minute too late (atsukage) | @kuromochimi

saturday morning (sunaosa) | @half-baked-biscuit

separate / multi

match my freak ! | @wttcsms

ex boyfriend | @ravenslvt

that wasn't what it sounded like! | @fuyuluvr

is your girlfriend single? |@fuyuluvr

masterlists

@xrux ♡...

@jinkicake ♡...

@pin-k-ink ♡...

[sun4r1nnity]

rinny's masterlist ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

suna rintarou ✮⋆˙

in the line of love (oneshot)

pastries and heels (oneshot)

miya osamu ✮⋆˙

a star that outshines (oneshot)

miya atsumu ✮⋆˙

secret santa dilemma (oneshot)

fratboy!atsumu

inarizaki trio as your housemates

fluff with fratboy!atsumu

atsumu secretly dating reader the nerd of the school

twitter series!

cooking together is NOT romantic, MOVE out my fucking way (miya osamu)

she get prettier every time i look at her (suna rintarou)

how can i buy her a planet (miya osamu)

my girl can wear whatever she wants because i can break your jaw (miya atsumu)

send me a thought in my inbox!

[forusomimiya]

pawww!! would you like to make #19 with Suna Rin??

COI 💗💗 I ffffucking love writing about him so I´ll do this with the most love in the world, tysm for supporting me, I love you ₊♡₊˚ 🍒・₊✨

"Shit" Deep, controlled breaths, the heat taking over your body, the precise movement in your fingers forcing you to spread your legs wider and lift your hips. You watch as the man next to you continues to sleep. He is. Good, keep it that way, 'cause you're fucking close.

"Rintaro… fuck me like- that" If it weren't for the fact that there's someone next to you sleeping, maybe this would be the second time you were going to cum. You carefully settle back on the pillow and change your position to try a way to cum more quickly. Your hand flies to your boob, fondling it, squeezing it, pinching it… all under the perverse thought of all the times your boyfriend has touched them like this.

"God—" you bite your lip as in your head you flash Suna's face resting between your tits. His big hands taking hold of them as he inhales and sucks as if his life is on it. That golden yellow tone of his irises accompanying that feline gaze, remembering how lust made magic in his pupils, enlarging them when he saw you there, watching how his mouth takes possession of your nipples and bites, bites until he makes you whimper, which makes him smile and repeat the action again.

You imitate all the movements, all the caresses of the last time he teased you and your body. And when you think that there is only a minute or so left to free yourself from the tension, your subconscious betrays you, abandoning you for an instant from the reality you are in.

That reality in which your boyfriend has woken up and is there, next to you, contemplating how you take advantage of your body and how you plunge into madness as soon as you take your fingers. And it is now, when it is no longer worth doing it in silence, that you realize that you have not been listening to that breath that gave you the benefit of giving you some pleasure "alone" for a while, something that Suna does not seem to mind at all. In fact, it is not him who confirms it, it is the tent in his pants.

"I want to watch you, continue"

[baby0mi]

my team❤️✨