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LIKE A BOY — CYBERPUNK!SUNA cw: description of murder, violence, alcoholism & drug mentions / takes inspiration from cyberpunk: 2077 and cyberpunk edgerunners

suna stares at the view in front of him. night city is a giant, glimmering monster of neon from his perch on the rooftop of this abandoned skyscraper, one of many that dot his line of sight. flickering holograms advertising everything from subway passes to nightclubs rapidly flash, and the sounds of whirring trains and cars surround him in an endless cacophony. the stench of acid and smoke from the factories mingle to create a toxic blend of air that only a true citizen of the city would be able to withstand.

he hates it. he hates it all so much. if there was a world where the clouds, instead of raining sulphur, rained lighter fuel and he could ignite a matchstick just to throw it off this building, he would set night city on fire in a heartbeat.

he's certain he's losing his mind. he doesn't need to be doped out on glitter or teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis to feel the way he does. every couple of weeks, when the endless slashing and maiming and killing gets a bit much, when he conflates the face of his previous target with the next, his head gets a bit blurry. his hands seem to be perpetually dirty — and scrubbing them to no end, like that germaphobe sakusa — does nothing to clean them. he's overcome with the urge of slitting the throat of anyone within five feet of him, if that'll make him feel better.

the price of devotion to inarizaki must be quantified in blood. it's a mandatory tax he needs to pay, a burden passed down from his father from his grandfather. a burden that's becoming increasingly difficult to pay in a city where every next target is more metal, and less human.

suna can only do so much with his hands before he either sees them as weak or splattered with blood from different beings.

peeling off his shirt, caked with blood and damp with sweat, he wonders what he's doing here instead of trudging back home in japantown.

the click-clack of your heels crunching through broken glass and discarded syringes up the stairs reminds him. if suna's a loaded gun waiting to be fired, you're both the trigger and the safety.

he supposes the only reason he's still somewhat who he was and not some mindless lapdog for the gang is thanks to you. the princess of arasaka, set to inherit their pharmaceutical empire, playing anchor for someone who'll always be second-best in inarizaki. he's so beneath you that it's pathetic. he sometimes thinks he has a better chance of building a stairway to the moon than seriously being with you.

and yet, here you were, rushing out of whatever meeting your parents had trapped you in, taking the godforsaken subway that you'd normally never step foot in, climbing up three flights of stairs in heels that would cover a week's worth of bounties, just for him.

your perfume greets him before you do. it's a delicate floral number he knows you only reserve for important days, so he feels just a little guilty, until your cold hands come to settle against warm, bare skin and he can't think at all.

"hi," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. your nails — is that a new set? — adorned with pretty flecks of chrome mixed in with pink glitter gently graze against him, and he can't help but melt into your touch.

"hey," he mumbles in response, bringing one large, calloused palm on top of yours. there's a low magnetic hum from where your ring meets his, and they clink in a comfortable sound as you join him in dangling your legs over the edge of the building, content with resting your face in the crook of his neck to watch over his shoulder at the neon cityscape.

"long day?", you whisper, not wanting to disturb him. truthfully, he thinks you could start screaming about a new dress you ordered from paris and he'd still be grateful to just have you there with him.

"mhm." you shift, just a little, so you're now sitting next to him. he does look a little worse for wear than usual, and you can't help but feel the dull bubble of anger that consumes you at just how tired he looks. he rests his head on your shoulder, and the smell of copper and smoke is a heady mixture that envelops you. you don't budge, not one bit, even as he's sweaty and dirty, and every instinct of yours is screaming at you to return to the boardroom you're supposed to be in instead of bailing and spending the night at a polluted building on the outskirts of the city with a man who'd otherwise make light work of killing you and claiming the millions of eddies that are set on your head.

fate is at its best when it works in diametrically opposite ways.

you run a hand soothingly over his arm, concerned every time about the new scar he's picked up just underneath his elbow.

"wanna talk about it?", you hesitantly offer. you know the suit of events like the back of your hands.

"no," he mumbles, and he nuzzles closer into your neck, fanning the juncture near your clavicle with his hot breath.

"not even a little?", you ask again, feeling his eyelashes flutter. how someone could be so pretty, bathed in the ugly, harsh glow of pink and purple light even while exhausted will always confuse you. suna was so achingly pretty that you were scared. scared of how you'd respond when he'd ask you to stay, just for a little longer, like he always asks you on nights like these, nights that turn to daybreaks being spent in his arms.

he strips away any rationality you hold. he knows that. you don't know for how much longer you can keep giving in, but that was a worry for another day.

"no," he grumbles again, and his grip on your waist tightens. you giggle at his petulance.

"i think it'll make you feel better."

he may be fatigued beyond words, but he can spare you one of his trademarked dramatic sighs, a sign that there's still the suna you know so very well underneath the layers of the complicated, messy, dangerous persona he has to maintain.

"work today was.... shit," he exhales, thinking of the hostage situation he'd been forced to mediate. a mother being held at gunpoint by her husband, who'd been driven into a deep state of cyberpsychosis after embedding a militech chip into his brain. a chip that suna, who was originally supposed to recover it quietly from new harbour, had to retrieve by sifting through the splattered brains of mother, daughter and husband. that's what the husband gets for fucking with what isn't his. the mother and daughter, though, were collateral damage that hit a too little close to home for him.

"then i went home and that was shit too," he laughs harshly, finding perverse amusement in the irony of his life. rei was all out of her chuupets, and that led her to hiding out in her room and crying for dear life as his dad chose the literal worst time to come home drunk, bitching and yelling to his mother about yet another day spent in miya senior's shadow and how it was all her fault.

the old-fashioned yet highly modified katana suna uses, engraved with the prophetic words of the gang, we don't need the memories, felt heavy in his hands as he chose to run away from home and bury himself in a pile of bodies. he shouldn't have taken so many commissions on, but he did. all to make him think of anything but the broken bottles and rei's wails as he carried her in his arms to kita's place, where he deposited her for the rest of the day.

"do you think i'm a coward?", he asks you, because you're the only person who knows who he truly is, what he truly is, and still decides, every day, to be with him.

you study his amber eyes, so observant despite what they let on. it's not even a question worth asking.

your lips are on his before he can even anticipate it. it's sweet, and desperate at the same time, like you're kissing frantically him so any doubt can disappear from his brain and he's only thinking of you. you're soft, and he can taste the cherry of your gloss when you part your mouth to let out the quietest noise of contentment that he drinks up when his hand creeps up the short dress that hits just right at your mid thigh.

it takes a phenomenal amount of self-control for you to pull away and not kiss him senseless. he's clearly disappointed, and groans when you rest your forehead against his. how you manage to flip his switches so effortlessly will always bewilder him.

"you're perfect. you've never been a coward, and you never will be," you breathe, and for someone who has to measure their words and consider the weight of all their actions as a part of a grander corporate scheme, you find yourself unrestrainedly honest with suna. it's difficult not to be. you kiss his forehead gently, and suna thinks he's going to explode at just how saccharinely sweet you are to someone like him.

"you're too fuckin' good to me," he sighs, lacing his fingers through yours. "too good for me," he adds as you let out a hum of disapproval, beautiful face scrunching up into an annoyed expression.

"should've never bought you that drink," he chuckles wearily, reminiscing about the day he decided to shoot his shot at his deskmate at the academy when he'd spotted you at manhattan's bar.

"you never should've said yes," he grouses, but he doesn't mean it.

"stupid boy," you chide, flicking the same spot of his forehead where you'd just kissed him. the remnants of your gloss are still there.

"you know you're going to buy me a drink in every universe. and i'm going to keep saying yes."

a/n hello hi sorry if this was a bit ,,, dreary but i promise i'm going to make this fun, i plan on doing a little cyberpunk sunarin miniseries because i'm missing the show so much :( also i know suna's ooc in this but i love making my men a little pathetic <3

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Hi can I request suna rintaro moodboard please ?

Dating Suna Rintaro <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I’d do for him 😪

DAY 4: SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

All of the Seven Sins as Haikyuu!! characters in a single post <3

Warning: nsfw, cursing

PRIDE: Wakatoshi Ushijima

It‘s his strong arrogant pride that made you draw to him in the first place. His confidence on the court is overpowering and his intense eyes find yours in the crowd at a Schweiden Adlers game. His gaze is burning into you, you see him give you a slight nod. Feeling your face flush, your focus is on him and his strong figure the entire game. After the game is over, you wait in line to get a signature on your jersey. With timid steps, you get up to the table, looking straight into his olive green eyes that have a hint of a golden shine to it.

"G-Good Game, you were amazing out there."

"Thank you.“ His deep-rich voice is giving you chills but in a very good way.

Signing your jersey, he hands it back to you, quietly telling you to look at it when you are alone.

Once you are in your car, you see a little side note under his signed name.

"Come to my next game, you will be in for a surprise. You will see I am not only good in volleyball.“

GREED: SHŌYŌ HINATA

You’ve been watching him for a while now. He is here every day, same time, same place. The local beach of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. And every time he is playing beach volleyball with the local residents of Rio, his smile is just as bright as the hot sun that shines almost each day.

Watching him behind your sunglasses whenever he plays, you can't help but watch from a close spot as the sweat drips down on his shirtless hot body and it's not just his body that is smoking hot, it's his cheery and extroverted personality that has you weak for him. But just on another usual Saturday morning, you are tanning in the hazardous heat, when a shadow all of sudden takes away the light from your upper body.

When you take your sunglasses down, you see a very familiar ginger head staring down at you with the biggest grin while his hands rest on his hips. He shamelessly ogles you up and down with his sunglasses, almost greedily, like he wants to eat you up like a delicious scoop of his favourite ice cream. ''Hey, my name is Hinata Shōyō, I know you have been watching me during my games. I must say, I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you around here before.'' When he leans his face down a little bit, you see a bright pearl mandarin orange shine brightly at you, along with sharp canines that make his smile dangerous. ''Want to play some beach volleyball with me and we can... get to know each other a little bit more? I can show you how to do a proper serve.''

LUST: ATSUMU MIYA

He has your back pressed against a bathroom club door of the men‘s room, his intoxicating scent blinding the rest of yours. His hot tongue is clashing against yours in a ferocious manner, you’re whimpering and moaning against his mouth. He gives you a moment to breathe, a string of saliva connected by your lips. The both of you are panting, gasping for air while staring deeply into each others eyes. His honey brown orbs are barely visible by his dilated pupils. Grasping your chin in his hand, he leans closer again and you see his irises turning into a dangerous ruby red glow, his canines getting a bit sharp.

"Say babygirl, whaddya say we take this to ma place, I‘ll show ya the secret talents of the Demon of Lust himself.“ He says while almost purring like a cat, you can’t help but fall into his spell of seduction.

ENVY: TŌRU OIKAWA

Watching you talk to his best friend at a party is making his blood boil with rage and jealousy, his grip on his red drinking cup is making the plastic slightly crunching with noise.

Laughing at something Iwaizumi said, you gently push him, giggling like a little school girl in love. Oikawa has been keeping his eye on you for a couple months now, but you’re not the slightest bit interested in him. And it pisses him the fuck off.

The brunette continues to watch the two of you, until he can’t take it anymore. He dumps his drink in the nearby trash and makes his way over to you with quick steps.

"Iwa, mind if I borrow (Y/N)?" Before Iwaizumi can even reply, Oikawa drags you off by grabbing your arm, ignoring your protest and tries of pulling yourself free.

Entering an unoccupied room, he forces you in and closes the door and then locks it.

"Oikawa what the fuck was that?!"

"I am not letting Iwaizumi take away what’s rightfully mine.” He growls and takes predator-like steps towards you, looking like a lion ready to devour its meal.

The room is really dark, the moonlight the only light source in the room. All of sudden, you see a dangerous glow of lime-green eyes looking at you. The usual chocolate brown eyes gone completely from his irises. The glowing green literally screaming lethal poison.

His changed appearance is striking a little bit of fear into your bones and yet, you feel excited for what’s coming next.

"Now, my sweet little thing, we are gonna play a game called 'Cat and Mouse', so be sure to be loud and squeaky enough for the whole party to hear you."

GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he is an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.



"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole.

WRATH: TOBIO KAGEYAMA

You know this is just a one-time thing, that he’s only using you for his own pleasure. He snaps his hips into yours with a punishing pace, the force of his thrusts making the headboard bang into the wall constantly.

His raven-black hair is matted with sweat on his forehead, his head is thrown back, mouth open to let out loud moans.

All of sudden, he stops and when he opens his eyes to look at you, a shiny silver glows in his irises, making you believe that you’re looking into the brightest star tail across a night sky.

"T-Tobio…" You sigh out his name in pleasure.

He chuckles darkly, pulling out and flipping you over with ease.

Now laying on your stomach, Kageyama wastes no time in pushing back into you without a warning.

He caught his girlfriend cheating on him at the bar at a night out with one of his teammates and you as her best friend were the first person in his vision to have revenge sex with as payback.

‘It’s only for one time. I need to show that bitch that she can’t do as she pleases.’ You remember his words clearly.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a harsh bite against your shoulder and you tell him to be a little bit more gentle.

"Can’t handle a little roughness? I have to show your bestie that she can’t go around being a whore. And you’re the perfect fit for telling her later on that I fucked her best friend’s brain out.”

SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

Haikyū!! Chat Series ❤️

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A/N: As requested by my followers, here’s my bday special yakuza!Suna smut! (It sounds like a dish lmao, also happy bday to 25 year old me yay) The characters are like in their mid-twenties! P.S. I had way too many ideas for writing this, so I am gonna divide it into two parts :'D

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content, cursing, enemies to lovers trope, mentions of sex

You absolutely despise him.

He’s an infuriating, stupidly attractive, arrogant jerk.

Even his name leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

Rintarō Suna. 

Henchman of ruthless yakuza boss Shinsuke Kita, he is a highly intelligent strategist with rather unfortunate good looks that could make any girl swoon as soon as he looked their way. 

Too bad for all the females that Suna doesn’t do relationships, only fucking with no strings attached. 

He’s the only one in the group who brings company back to his room, claiming he has 'needs' and it’s a good stress relief.

You couldn’t care less, it’s not like you have a thing for Suna. 

He uses women and throws them away like paper, his body count is probably higher than the Spanish flu. 

You’re walking down the dimly-lit hallway, passing by an expensive painting towards his room.

When you get closer, you hear the sound of a moaning woman, along with the constant creaking of a bed. 

Immediately, your stomach twists in a weird way and you take deep breaths before hammering your fist against his door.

You hear a startled yelp of the woman and thankfully the creaking stops.

"What?!" Suna snaps loudly from inside his room.

"Suna, get your ass out of there. Kita called for a meeting 20 minutes ago. Send your visitor home and get a move on!" You yell back in frustration.

You wait for about seven minutes before the door opens, and a bright red-headed woman emerges from the room, hair all tousled up with cheeks colored almost as red as her hair.

She is unmistakably beautiful, you unfortunately have to admit. 

She looks a little bit guilty when she looks at you, not saying a word as she brushes past you in a hurry to leave. 

When you look back inside Suna’s room, the air smells heavy with sex and frustration from Suna's side, not exactly happy that you interrupted his hook-up session.

"You know, you’re such a manwhore." You say, with a voice full of anger and jealousy, after the woman has left.

"And proud of it sweetheart." Suna begins to pull up his discarded boxers and black jeans again, turning away from you, so his broad muscled back faces you.

Along with lots of scars of fights he has been in, his massive tattoo always amazes you.

It’s two giant vipers entangled with each other, mouths open so fangs are on display. At the bottom of the vipers, a red demon skull with a nasty snarl is staring right into the viewers face. Along on top of the skull are two horns, looking like they grew out of the skull. Two arrows go through the vipers, not hurting them but so the reptiles curl around them. It represents deceptive authority. 

"Enjoying the view?" Suna's teasing tone rips you out of your daydream.

"You wish. Kita has called us into a meeting and you weren’t picking up your phone when Aran has tried to call you multiple times." You cross your arms in front of your chest as you watch him getting dressed. 

Pulling his discarded maroon hoodie over his upper body, he faces you again with his usual bored expression. Aka what you call his resting-bitch-face.

"Let’s go fuckboy. Kita is waiting for us and with every damn second I spend waiting for you, he grows more agitated. Ever since his girl has left him, he’s been more moody, impatient and impulsive than usual." In the last part of your sentence, you drop the volume of your voice. 

Suna finally finishes putting on his sneakers and steps out of his room to lock the door and follow you to the conference room.

"I can’t understand how you can have sex with someone who screams so loud, I’d probably get my eardrums busted if my partner screamed so loud." You start the conversation.

"Think you sound better?" Suna grins at you with those beautiful dark emerald eyes of his, while still walking beside you to the conference room.

"I KNOW I sound better! At least I don’t scream like a cat in heat when I orgasm." You huff and fast the pace in your steps.

"I don’t care how loud they are, as long as I can fuck them and they leave, I could give less a shit." The brunette fastens his steps, so he is walking next to you again, making your shoulder brush with his side occasionally.

Silence from your side for a few seconds before Suna starts talking again.

"By the way. Why are you so uptight? Haven’t had a good fuck in a while?" He taunts you as he leans closer to your face.

You ignore his comment, finally arriving at the conference room.

When you open the door, you see Kita leaning his head against his propped up fist on his table and at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes snap towards you. 

His eyes are very cold and it gives you shivers every time you look at him.

Suna shortly follows after you and without any acknowledgment to his boss, he sits in the seat next to Osamu. 

"Finally." Kita sighs and leans back in his chair. Finally all of the Inarizaki members have arrived, sitting at the long white-gray marble table, with Kita sitting at the head of the table. 

The last unoccupied chair was next to Riseki, who gives you a small smile as you sit down next to him.

Kita stands up and walks around a little bit, starting to talk.

"The reason why I called you all in here is because Inarizaki will soon expand its territory. With Shiratorizawa and Nohebi gone, all that is left is Karasuno and Itachiyama." Some of the members listen intently to him, others like Suna pulling out his phone, typing on it with a bored expression.

"So what are we going to do about them?" Aran asks from Riseki's left side. 

"I had a talk with Iizuna last night. We have come to a mutual agreement of joining forces together." Kita answers, stopping at the window to look outside.

"What? Ya serious?! Those snobby bastards only care for their own fuckin' profit!" Atsumu sneers madly.

Kita looks at Atsumu through his peripheral vision briefly before returning his gaze back outside.

"I know that some of you may have a problem with that, but Karasuno has gotten too much power in the last two years. Sawamura is stealing most of our customers away and by joining forces together with Itachiyama, we will be able to take over half of Japan, soon maybe the whole of Japan. Eliminate them one by one, pray you do not disappoint me.”

“What about their newest product ‘Spikedopamine’? I heard that’s the newest shit in town. Is that why our sales have dropped so much?” Akagi states, who sits on your right.

Ginjima and Atsumu who sit across from you, start laughing hysterically at the name that they chose for the newest drug they produced. The name-founder Kageyama used to play volleyball back in high school, where most of the crows have met and formed their group. 

“That’s the stupidest name I ever heard!” Atsumu manages to say while getting tears in his eyes.

Ginjima and Atsumu keep on laughing until Omimi shoots them a sharp glare, while Kita looks at them with an undefined expression.

Ginjima immediately stops, while Atsumu’s laugh turns into a nervous chuckle, stopping after a while as well.

It’s quiet for a while before Kita starts to speak again.

“I will divide you into teams and you will all work together with Itachiyama. Iizuna and I already made the teams.”

Kita walks back to his chair to sit down and reaches for the few folders that Aran has slid over to his boss.

“Team 1, the Surveillance Team. Osamu, you will go with Akagi, Kosaku, Omimi and Komori from Itachiyama. He’s a black-hat hacker, he can help you hack into their security system and download important files, steal information and hack into their bank accounts.” 

The names of the men that were called begin to stand up, since Osamu sits on Kita’s left side at the head of the table, he grabs the folder that Kita has provided him.

“And Team 2, which will be the Assault Team, will consist of Atsumu, (Y/N), Suna and Sakusa from Itachiyama. He's a weapons specialist, expert interrogator and master strategist.” Kita slides the folder to you, since Suna is still on his phone, showing it to Atsumu, who grins mischievously at the screen. 

“Aran, Riseki and Ginjima, you stay here at headquarters, in case someone gets injured, you can take over. That will be all.” Kita, Aran, Riseki and Ginjima begin to get up to return to their rooms while you and your assigned team remain seated.

Well this is fucking great. 

You’re stuck with a psycho, a manwhore and an arrogant jackass for God knows how long, until you all bring the downfall for Karasuno.

Conversation that I recently had with hubby that could be a conversation with Haikyuu!! Characters #5

* S/O and you drive in the car, S/O scares you by doing stupid shit (pretending to take a turn to drive down a different road but deciding not to at the VERY LAST SECOND *

You: You know I have anxiety! Why would you be driving like a jackass?

S/O: Don’t be like that, I just pretended we’re going on a different road. I only swung the car a little bit into that direction when I pulled us back on the road. It was merely swinging. You looked like you were about to fall asleep.

You: * gives the angry look * And you seriously think the way to do that is to scare me? You’re going to send me to an early grave.

S/O: * smirks while driving * Don’t be so dramatic, you know you love me.

You: * pretends to think * Hmmm. Debatable.

S/O: You little shrimp!

*All of sudden, you finally get a new idea for writing *

*S/O sees you typing on your phone and leans in a bit to see what you are typing*

S/O: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY USING OUR ARGUMENT TO POST IT ON TUMBLR?

- TŌRU OIKAWA, ATSUMU MIYA, Rintarō Suna, Tetsurō Kuroo, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Issei Matsukawa, KENJI FUTAKUCHI

Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

——

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yes 😍

You send this to rintaro randomly, and you know he’s the one when he texts back “thank you 😍”

Suna Rintarō moodboard

ENCOUNTERS

00 prologue: dumped

All Suna wants is a relaxing, post-show cigarette in the parking lot. But that girl’s fighting with her boyfriend again.

For as long as they’ve been a band, she’s been coming to their shows . And as long as she’s been coming to their shows, she’s been fighting with her boyfriend at them. The same boyfriend every time too, the gangly looking one with the constantly messed-up hair.

He flicks the end of his lighter, watching as she takes several steps back from him, laughing in indignation, throwing up her arms up in exasperation. The boyfriend’s just standing there, outside the driver’s seat of his idling car.

They always fight about stupid shit. The boyfriend’s controlling. She likes to do whatever she wants. He yells at her about lying about where she was going for the night. She yells back about him going through her phone. Honestly, Suna’s not even sure why the two of them are still together. It seems like they really, really fucking hate each other.

He can hear a bit of what she’s screaming now, something about not trusting her or respecting her individuality and him shooting back that she’s done nothing to earn his trust, and she has no personality outside of liking this stupid fucking band.

Suna inhales and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s not sure why he’s getting dragged into it.

Honestly, he figures he should probably count his losses with the cigarette and go back inside, let them have it out like they normally do alone, in the privacy of this empty venue parking lot. But his morbid curiosity gets the better of him, and he stays, watching aptly as they tear each other’s throats out.

And, oddly, he kinda feels compelled to stick around, to make sure she ends up okay. He doesn’t know anything about her really, and he hardly remembers her name half the time, but her unrelenting dedication to his band has kind of earned some loyalty in return.

Enough for him to stick outside and keep an eye on her while her boyfriend loses his mind.

Suna watches as he turns away from her, and flings open the backseat of his car. He watches as she yells out, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” and he watches as the boyfriend pulls out three, large, overflowing duffle bags and deposits them at her feet, despite her protests.

And then, he gets in his car and drives away.

His loyalty is being tested.

All Suna can think about as he approaches her is how badly he does not want to. But she’s collapsed now, sitting on top of her pile of duffle bags and sobbing, right there in the middle of the parking lot. Plus, if Kiyoko found out he left a crying girl alone in the parking lot, she’d probably skin him. So he drops his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with the heel of his shoe. “Hey,” he greets, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

She looks up, wet eyes wide and covered in smudged, black makeup. She inhales sharply. It could pass for a hiccup. “Oh, hey. Good show tonight,” she sniffles.

“Yeah, thank” Suna nods, looking at the ground beside her instead of directly at her. He feels strange standing above her like he is, so he kneels, weight on the balls of his feet. “Are, erm, are you okay?”

She blinks, and hiccups again. At least her crying’s slowed. “Um, no, not really. I just got dumped, and also, like evicted, I’m pretty sure.”

Suna looks at the bags underneath her. “This all your stuff?”

“Most of it, I think.”

“Okay,” Suna starts, trying to come up with anything useful or productive, “so, can you like, call a friend to stay at their place for now or something? I don’t think I wanna leave with you just like, here.”

Her eyes start to water again, and Suna immediately feels like he’s done something wrong. “No, not really. I mean, my old roommates got new places out of the city and I don’t know who they live with or even where and my other friends all live together in a two bedroom but there’s three of them and I couldn’t even stay in there if I tried because there’s no room, and I don’t like my mom and I guess I could ask this one friend but I know she won’t answer and I don’t know where I’m going to stay and I’m kind of-“

“Okay,” Suna cuts her off, dread already forming in his stomach. Because he cannot, in good conscience, leave a crying girl in the middle of a parking lot. He cannot let her just figure it out on her own. So he knows what’s coming next. He sighs and stands upright. Fuck, he better get some good karma for this. “Do you wanna stay at my place for the night?”

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I Love You

suna drabble warnings : kissing; not proofread hehe

You were woken up by a familiar ringtone, which hasn’t been heard in while, at least for a week now.

Shuffling in your bed, you swear subconsciously to kill this particular person whoever they were, who even had the audacity to ruin the perfect sleep you got after pulling all nighters for the past week for assignments and some other reasons.

“Hello?”, you greet them a curse inside your head.

“Open the door.” he grogs on the other side.

~Pause. 

The voice on the other side seemed to pull you back to life, from all autopiloting thoughts that’s been directing  to all the work you’ve doing for the past some days.

“Rin?”

“Open the door, baby, I’m freezinmmg.” His voice trembled enough to let you hear even his sulk through the phone.

“Rin, it’s 3 am, for God’s sake.” Your voice sounded mad, as Suna cringes but all the extra noises of you shuffling and your fast, almost running steps said otherwise.

You opened the door, and the big man as if he would die if he didn’t do it, slumps all his weight all over you, in the most dramatic way, his head nuzzling all it’s way to your crook and kissing your skin softly.

“Ugh, you’re heavy, idiot.” You protest. “And why are you even here? Did you forget-”, you tried to remind him, the truth, the reason why he shouldn’t be in your arms tonight.

“No-, don’t say it.” Suna sulks even more. He nuzzles even more harshly, and pushing you enough you lose your balance and and let your back fall on the couch behind you. But before you could say anything, or even throw a knife or a glass at his face(which ofc he knows you won’t),Suna lifted his face and pulled you in for a kiss.

He kisses you, almost as if he’s gonna die if he didn’t do it now. He’s missed you so fucking much,  and after the small fight you had with him(yea SMALL fight, yea in uppercase, bc it wasn’t actually small at all), and you started not picking up his calls and never returned his texts, he did some “making up his mind” according to the twins, and now he’s here to make it up to you.

His tongue follows yours as you try break the kiss, now Suna seemed like he’s almost about to swallow your face whole if you didn’t give in, so after some 30 seconds of playing tag, your tongue finally allows his to entangle on yours together.

 The kiss is loud, and sloppy, the sound rings the whole neighbourhood. Your lips tear off his, for a millisecond to take a breather , but he comes back in for another round.

You push him off, after God knows how many decades has passed, but he pulls you in for a hug. A tight one at that.

“Rin, are you trying to kill me today? You’re not letting me breathe. And what are you doing here?”

“I love you.” He blurts.

And that puts everything at halt again.

You wonder how this six foot tall man even answers in actual exams, because that answer he gave, was a whole180 degrees turn from the question you just asked him. But then again, it’s Suna Rintaro. It’s your man. He doesn’t know the shit he puts you through,but he loves you. It’s evident without any proof. It’s like an axiom. 

“I love you.” Suna says it one more time.

He says it again. And you seem to get what he’s trying to say.

“I love you-”

“I love you too, Rin. Alright? Can we go back to bed now? Hm?”

★ “HEY, WHATS YOUR SNAP ?”

୨ৎ notes : how haikyuu boys slide into your snap dms 💘 kinda ooc cuz i made them text like stereotypical fboys 💯

୨ৎ includes : atsumu miya, suna rintarou ( only those two cuz i only discovered how to upload more than 10 images after making this 💔 )

★ ATSUMU MIYA ?!

★ SUNA RINTAROU ?!

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

No one messes with my pompompurin😡

“Baby, I promise I was kidding.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rintaro.”

“‘Rintaro?’ Baby, it was a joke! If I knew it would actually make you upset, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Your eyes are watery and pouty when you look at him, and he blinks down at you expectantly. Then you huff, “of course I’m upset! It’s a sign of disrespect.”

Rintaro groans and squats down in front of you, head moving back and forth to keep his eyes locked on yours as you try to move your own gaze, “baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I thought it would make you laugh.”

He never thought hitting your Pompurin plush would have you in such shambles. You’ve been ignoring him all ride with a small grimace on your lips, playing with Pompurin’s arms and tiny feet, sometimes answering questions about what’s on the tag. You’re deadset on ignoring him. It’s destroying him.

With a small sigh, he leans up to try and plant a kiss to your lips, despite the fact that the last thing he’d think you’d want is a kiss. It’s something he knows you adore, though, he hopes you see through your anger to see him.

You do pout out slightly to try and chase his lips, and it fills him with relief.

“It was pretend, baby,” he mumbles, trying to convince you. “I’d never mean to hit him, I was pretending to be mad that he’d take you away from me.”

Well. It was only half pretend.

But you don’t need to know that.

You gently twist pompurin’s ears in your fingers, shrugging and shaking your face from his hands slightly. “You hurt my feelings Rin.”

Once again, he grabs your chin, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips. “I know, baby. I thought it’d be funny.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m so sorry-“

“Not to me,” you grumble. “To him!” You hold up the new pompurin plush, and Rintaro tucks his lips in his mouth to hide the annoyed sigh that wants to slip out.

Annoyed, albeit still endeared.

Green eyes hyper fixate on the doey eyes of pompurin, smacking his lips and nodding in respect. “I’m sorry, Pompurin. I never should’ve hit you. And I hope you’ll consider forgiving me and taking care of them while I’m at practice.”

In his peripheral, he sees you smile, your fingers shifting to move pompurin’s head to nod.

“Thank you for apologizing,” you say as you lower the new plush animal. “I love you.”

He smirks and leans forward one final time to kiss you, and you giggle in the kiss and toss your arms around his neck.

If he could guarantee you’d always be this affectionate after, he’d playfully smack all your stuffed animals.

Seeing you in a wedding dress for the First time

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Suna x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Scenario

Warnings: None,just fluff :)

Word count: 0.8K

A/n: Been day dreaming about this scenario from the moment I was born. Not proofread

Oikawa Version

You weren't surprised when your best friend A.K.A Osamu's girlfriend asked you to try her sister's wedding dress on,since your bodies were the same size and much alike.Her sister lived abroad an wanted to buy a dress from her home country,and thats why they needed your help.

But you were surprised when you found yourself looking into the mirror,looking Enchanting in that pretty,white dress.That dress was magical,signalizing every curve of your body in an Elegant way.

your friend seemed to be amazed too " well damn y/n! wanted to buy that for my sister but now im having doubts.maybe you should wear it instead of her.

you rolled your eyes at her,nervously chuckling as you observe yourself in the mirror for the thousandth time. "dont be ridiculous. your sister is way more attractive than i am,thats why shes getting married before me.im sure she'll look stunning when she wears it"

it was your friend's turn to roll her eyes now. "here we go again! why are you so insecure,bitch? wait till Suna gets here then see his reaction yourself" "yeah not happening,im going to change right n-"

you were caught off gaurd when your boyfriend and the younger twin suddenly opened the door of your apartment and came inside. "babe,do you have co-" Suna started talking,but went silent after he laid his eyes on you.

and suddenly the whole room was filled with a deadly silence.

Suna forgot why he came here.he forgot where he was,who else was here and what were they doing.all he could see was you,standing still, looking like a goddess.your dress was calling him in,telling him to come closer and merge his lips with yours.

your face,your eyes,your lips,your body...

breath taking.

you were nervous.youve been dating him for four years.sure! you wanted to take a step forward,but not like this.you didnt want to push him.and why was he still quiet anyway? why wasn't he saying anything? why wasnt he panicking like y-"

all of your thoughts got interrupted when you suddenly felt his lips being smashed to yours,tasting every cure of them,not wanting to let go.you were shocked,eyes widened,taken aback from receiving affection at this unexpected moment.

and ashamed of course.

you broke the kiss,shying away from him as you tried to hide your embarrassment by burying your face in his chest,surprised to feel his heart,racing so fast.was he...?

"R-Rin! i told you not to do it in front of your friends!" you whined as redness started spreading through your face,finding its way to your heated cheeks.He on the other hand,did not seem to be paying attention to your words.he was too fixated on how amazing you looks rather than caring about that right now.he was thirsty for you,and needed to taste you now.

therefore,he decided to ignore others presence as he lifted you up without warning,carring you princess way as he took the direction to the bedroom and smirked at your embarrassed reaction. "Rin! what are you- put me down! Rin!"

Osamu watched his friend clothing the door behind him with his foot, and chuckled as he laid his eyes on his girlfriend,who seemes to be enjoying the sight in front if her.He leaned toward her,putting his arm around her shoulder as he planted a small peck on her left cheek. "c'mon babe,lets give em some privacy,hm?" "ok..." your friend giggled,and grabbed her purse as she held her boyfriends hand,pressing it softly while closing the door behind her.

"ya know,maybe ya could borrow that dress from y/n afterwards... 'think it would look good on ya too" "no way Samu! thats my sisters wedding dress!" "well,not after tonight"

he had a point though; he knew Rin for a long time,after all.

Bonus:

◆You did gave your friend the dress back,but your friend noticed a strong scent of laundry detergent that was not there before

◆Rintarou couldnt wait for the ring he specially ordered for you to be ready.the idea of proposing had been on his mind for quite a time,but after seeing you in a wedding dress? boy is in a hurry.he cant wait to make you his ;)

◆after that night,youre subconsciously waiting for him to bring the topic of marriage on,and he did notice this in your behaviour

◆He did "it" eventually :)

ok this is kinda self-insert,i guess.i mean thats what i could do if i was in that position...

reblogs,likes,comments or any type of interactions are wildly appreciated :D hehe

Hope you enjoy reading this!

“Baby, I promise I was kidding.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rintaro.”

“‘Rintaro?’ Baby, it was a joke! If I knew it would actually make you upset, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Your eyes are watery and pouty when you look at him, and he blinks down at you expectantly. Then you huff, “of course I’m upset! It’s a sign of disrespect.”

Rintaro groans and squats down in front of you, head moving back and forth to keep his eyes locked on yours as you try to move your own gaze, “baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I thought it would make you laugh.”

He never thought hitting your Pompurin plush would have you in such shambles. You’ve been ignoring him all ride with a small grimace on your lips, playing with Pompurin’s arms and tiny feet, sometimes answering questions about what’s on the tag. You’re deadset on ignoring him. It’s destroying him.

With a small sigh, he leans up to try and plant a kiss to your lips, despite the fact that the last thing he’d think you’d want is a kiss. It’s something he knows you adore, though, he hopes you see through your anger to see him.

You do pout out slightly to try and chase his lips, and it fills him with relief.

“It was pretend, baby,” he mumbles, trying to convince you. “I’d never mean to hit him, I was pretending to be mad that he’d take you away from me.”

Well. It was only half pretend.

But you don’t need to know that.

You gently twist pompurin’s ears in your fingers, shrugging and shaking your face from his hands slightly. “You hurt my feelings Rin.”

Once again, he grabs your chin, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips. “I know, baby. I thought it’d be funny.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m so sorry-“

“Not to me,” you grumble. “To him!” You hold up the new pompurin plush, and Rintaro tucks his lips in his mouth to hide the annoyed sigh that wants to slip out.

Annoyed, albeit still endeared.

Green eyes hyper fixate on the doey eyes of pompurin, smacking his lips and nodding in respect. “I’m sorry, Pompurin. I never should’ve hit you. And I hope you’ll consider forgiving me and taking care of them while I’m at practice.”

In his peripheral, he sees you smile, your fingers shifting to move pompurin’s head to nod.

“Thank you for apologizing,” you say as you lower the new plush animal. “I love you.”

He smirks and leans forward one final time to kiss you, and you giggle in the kiss and toss your arms around his neck.

If he could guarantee you’d always be this affectionate after, he’d playfully smack all your stuffed animals.

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘⁿᵃ ʳⁱⁿᵗᵃʳᵒ ˣ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ..? ˢᵐᵃᵘ

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ˡᵒˡ, ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵗⁱᵛᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ