#dad!suna rintaro

[emmyrosee]

Suna Kaiya kicks. Like a lot.

In your tummy, she kicks like you wouldn’t believe, far more than Akito ever did, and it fills you with so much excitement to know she’s happy, she’s healthy, and she’s excited to meet you both.

She’s moving more than usual today, and your hands come up to cradle your stomach, smiling down and letting your thumb soothe over it.

“Morning momma,” Rintaro says, and you smile as Akito sits happily perched on his dads shoulders.

“Morning, mumma!” Your six year old chirps, and you laugh at the duality of them. At the sight of your hands, two pairs of green eyes fall to your stomach, and two wide smiles grow. “Is Kaiya kicking?”

“She is bud,” you beam, moving to pour him a cup of juice as Rin sits him down at the table. “You wanna feel?”

“Yeah!” He says excitedly. With his juice you walk over to him, letting his tiny hands press against your swollen stomach, and he giggles at the feeling. “My baby sister is crazy!” He takes the juice from your hands and brings it to his mouth to sip.

“Rin, you are wanna come feel?” You ask, and he chuckles and shakes his head. He’s always loved your baby bump, loved the kicking of his babies that are growing inside of you, but lately, at his touch, Kaiya’s been kicking more furiously, roughly, and it’s taking its toll on your back.

He’s thrilled she’s already in tuned with his touch. But he hates the effect it has on you.

You roll your eyes, “Rintaro, Kaiya will always kick and hurt my back, you may as well feel her while she’s active and not resting.”

He gives you a small nod and a nervous sigh, stalking over to you and gently resting his hands on your belly. Instantly, the baby kicks at the warmth of his hands, but you’re sure to not pull a face or shift away while he does.

“She’s going crazy,” he laughs, looking at the bump fondly.

“Told you,” you say, gently carding a hand through his hair.

“Dang,” he chuckles, leaning over to kiss your head. “We really made that…”

“How?”

Both of your eyes widen and instantly dart to look at Akito, who’s cheeks are stained with strawberry juice and dark brown eyebrow quirked in interest.

“Uhh-“

“Time to get dressed!” You chirp, moving from Rintaro’s grip to meet your son, whose eyes are curved in confusion.

“But I haven’t had breakfast yet!”

“Breakfast in the living room today, whoo!” You quickly say, looking at Rin nervously who merely laughs at your distress, shaking his head before he starts making breakfast.

[missmeinyourbones]

I think Suna's twins are girls 🥹

Could you imagine how soft all those boys would go seeing the two tiny pink bundles.

part 3 of this series

“They’re like…two little people.”

The two little people in question are your newborn twin daughters. Two tiny blushing bundles of baby swaddled in two sets of thick and clammy arms—arms of who they don't yet know to be their uncles. Uncles who just so happened to lie about their familial status to the receptionist to get in your private room. 

“Two little ladies,” Atsumu knowingly corrects his twin. “Address them as such.” 

“It’s like, how did they even come out of you?”

Though there’s no ill intent in the question, your exhausted body can't help but be slightly offended. As if the past 36 hours of excruciating labor (times two) that you endured didn’t exist in real-time, to those who weren't there. 

You huff a short and dry laugh, “Slowly and painfully.”

Suna rubs a slender hand through your hair, gently using this thumb to massage away at your tender temples. Your eyes close instinctually at the comforting touch. “You did great, mama,” he coos. 

Atsumu lets the two of you enjoy the intimate moment for about five seconds before deciding he’s been considerate enough.

“What about me?” his eyes refuse to leave the little lady he cradles, “This is my first time holding a day-old baby. Isn’t uncle doing great, too?”

“They’re two days old,” Suna deadpans, “and I’m docking you ten uncle points for that stupid comment.”

Atsumu’s jaw drops slightly in shock at the newfound punishment. He immediately backtracks, “I’m kidding, jeez.” 

The baby in his hold doesn't open her eyes, but she manages to crinkle her nose in her half-slumber. Her scrunchy little body takes an extra strong inhale, resulting in what Atsumu thinks is the softest babble he’s ever heard. It softens something inside of him—something he didn't even know he had.

“Obviously your ma did great, look at you two,” his pupils grow like saucers as he swoons between the baby in his arms and her twin in his twin’s. “Sucks that stinky Sunarin is your old man, though.”

Osamu would swat his brother if it weren’t for the two precious bundles of cargo they both hold. He settles for kissing his teeth in distaste. “Fuckin’ language, ‘Tsumu.”

“Huh? I said suck, you just said fuckin—”

Suna scoffs from beside you. “Enough, you’re already contaminating them with your stupid.” 

Impossible, you think. They could never be contaminated, nor stupid. They’re two little unexpected blessings who could do no wrong—though you’re sure Mama Miya said the same thing about her set of twins. You can’t find it in yourself to care. No matter the tough pregnancy, painful labor, or rowdy uncles, they’re the best surprise you could’ve asked for.

Atsumu’s pointer finger slightly shakes as he lifts it before your daughter’s face, using it softly to boop her nose. 

“Her nose looks like a tiny button,” he declares with a giddy grin. 

Like he just won the lottery, his brother instantly perks up with an identically contagious excitement. 

“I was just thinkin’ the same thing! Her’s does, too!”

“Weird,” Suna hums earnestly, before the sarcasm laces its way between his syllables, “maybe it’s ‘cause they’re twins.”

If there weren't two sets of tiny ears in the room, the brothers would be groaning in disgust and hurling insults your husband's way. Instead, they choose to quietly scoff and hiss, reminding themselves to be cautious of the sisters they carry. 

“Don’t even talk to us about twins, ya scrub.”

“Right! We practically invented twins.”

After a whole ten minutes of gawking at the teeny twins, Osamu slightly turns to his brother. 

“Switch with me, ‘Tsumu.” 

The blonde immediately agrees with excitement, as if the baby in Osamu’s arms will look, act, or in any way exist differently from the one in his. The two uncles clumsily fiddle with the bundles in hand, figuring out the best way to trade babies without dropping one. 

You subconsciously wince as your body tenses up with newfound anxiety. You suppose this is what a mother’s instinct feels like.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking up, “Careful of their necks, support their heads.”

“We got it,” Atsumu idly reassures you—even though he voluntarily offered that this was his first time holding a baby just a few minutes prior. 

They successfully trade babies. Osamu brings a calloused finger to your daughter’s face, allowing his roughened thumb to barely skim her creamy cheek. 

“This is so cool,” he flashes a toothy grin, “you guys have daughters.”

“Thank god,” you tiredly tease. “Too much testosterone around here with you three, I needed some girls.”

Atsumu nods in agreement, not even batting an eye at your lighthearted banter. 

“I’m still bitter that they aren’t named after us, but…” his words trail off as his finger is engulfed in the entire palm of your daughter, “I guess this is cool, too.” 

You swear the Miyas are sniffling and misty-eyed, practically seconds away from bawling like the newborn babies they hold. It's a good look on them—new, but precious nonetheless. 

 “At least you guys look like your mom. Because yikes, if you looked like your dad, that’d be—”

“Fifty uncle points. Now hand them over.”

Osamu’s face drops in pure shock when Rin responds to his teasing remark. You feel a sudden sense of deja-vu. Something about the whiplash that comes with this family you’ve created—from crying out of joy one moment to hurling insults the next, you wouldn't have it any other way. 

The twins think your husband is bluffing until he stands up and comes to collect his daughters. 

Atsumu greedily curls the baby in towards his chest, “He was just kidding—” 

Suna cuts him off with his usual deadpan tone. 

“Seventy-five, and now they hate you,” the babies gurgle and coo as he lifts them both and nuzzles them beneath each arm, “See? They just told me so.” 

The older twins whine, already missing the delicate weight of the sleepy frames in their hold. 

Though they’d rather die than admit it, maybe they are a bit jealous of this new chapter the two of you have entered. It has Osamu dreamily considering working up the nerve to ask his wife if she’s ready to start trying soon. Has Atsumu thinking about redownloading that lousy dating app to start his own journey. 

The thought of it brings a sour look to his face, so naturally, he sends it Suna’s way. “You’re no fun, Suna. Fatherhoods already changin’ you.”

Suna places the babies in their matching hospital cradles, side by side on their backs as they squirm in their sleep. He drowns out the sound of the twins in the back—muffled voices of ‘They already like me better’ and ‘I’m gonna be a better babysitter than yer dumb ass,’ ricocheting in the background. 

In his own little world, Suna finds himself taking a moment to admire his babies. His daughters. 

“Don't listen to them, I’m fun,” Suna whispers into the cradles, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. He’s more so convincing himself, but they don’t need to know that just yet. 

He is fun, and he’s going to be fine. Because he has you, and now, he has them. 

“But I am grateful that my girls look like their pretty mama.”

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers :D

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

FT. Hinata, Bokuto, Suna, and Kenma. (If you guys want other characters lmk, i'm just not in the mood to do a bunch rn)

SO I JUST READ LIKE THE CUTEST HAIKYUU FATHERHOOD ONE SHOT AND NOW I WANNA DO HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS, HEAD CANONS (More of the earlier stages of fatherhood, when they first experience it)

This is the first thing I've written on tumblr pls spare me...

Warnings: Indication of relationships and marriage and some angst (mentions of abortion) for a few characters (just put that there just in case) Enjoy lovelies <33

Also sorry for any typos or grammar errors. I'm too lazy to reread through it and check lol.

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Hinata Shoyo:

He was quite surprised at the announcement of your pregnancy that he passed out

He was soooo excited none the less, being a father sounded pretty fun

He definitely started reading books to try to help him figure things out

He was a terrible diaper changer (like no fucking joke, I think he'd be scared to change another one), he'd seen you do it so many times but for some reason he could never avoid getting peed on

Would brag to everyone about how cute his little baby is, "My baby just got their first tooth, and they're learning how to crawl! They've also got the cutest little chubby cheeks."

If the baby looks like you he would literally talk about it all the time. "Beautiful, just like your mama."

He's had experience with babies because well... Natsu <3

He got the baby a matching jersey so you two could watch his games :)

Bokuto Kotaro:

After finding out you were pregnant he would tell EVERYBODY The two of you were walking together to get ramen and you guys walked into the restaurant and got seats. The waiter came to you two and asked what'd you like to drink. "Hey, guess what? My wife is pregnant! Isn't that amazing?! We're gonna have a baby!" You had to hide your face from embarrassment but the waiter just giggled, Bokuto is def a himbo, your himbo.

He enjoyed decorating the room for your baby

He would dead ass miss practice to go to your appointments for the baby

The first time he held your little bundle of joy he cried like a damn baby, he couldn't help it. It made him so happy that the two of you brought a life into the world.

He didn't let Kenma hold your child for awhile because he was scared he'd drop the baby :')

Very protective of your little one

He wanted the baby's first word to be "Volleyball" but it was "da da" which still made him very happy

Bo is very proud of the baby you two have created so I'm 100% sure he takes a bunch of himself with the baby to post on his social media

He was scared to change diapers but he soon got the hang of it

100% would get up in the middle of the night when the baby is crying, just to let you sleep. "The baby." You sigh loudly as you hear your little one cry over the baby monitor. "I'll go check on them. You get some rest." You turn your head to face him, "You sure?" He just smiled at you and kissed your temple. "100%"

Suna Rintaro: (ofwhuowghwoqrwq do i need to say anything else?)

He thought you were joking when you said you were pregnant (oops) "That's a good one." He turned his attention back to his phone. "Rin... I'm serious. Do you wanna see the ultrasound?"

A little more on the hesitant side. He didn't want to believe it, but you had the proof so like...

He was low key scared to fuck up, his father was not a very good father so he was scared to be the same way his father was.

He didn't even hold the baby for the first few months. "Rin, come on. You aren't your father. You have me to guide you through the process. Come hold our little one." He stalked up the stairs, "no."

After awhile you finally convinced him to have physical contact with the baby "The baby.. i-is smiling at me?" You giggle at him, "of course they're smiling at you. They love their daddy of course."

After he finally started being around the baby, you literally could not tear him away from that child.

Some days he'd take the baby to practice, to the grocery store, everywhere.

You had to pry the child from his arms most days. "Rin, give the baby here.." He looked at you like you just told him to give away his prized possession. "Hell no." You sighed. "Rin you have to go to work!" He shrugged his shoulders, "the baby can come with me, Komori enjoys taking pics of them during practice." Jeez.. this man truly is something.

Overall he was scared for nothing. He was a great father ;)

Somehow he convinced you to have another one... (weren't you the same one who didn't hold your baby for months?) he wanted to make up for the few firsts that he missed

Kozume Kenma: (oh Lord)

He asked "Are you sure it's mine?" (yeah... virtual slap rn)

He told you he wasn't ready and asked if you'd consider an abortion or adoption, it made you really sad but you realized Kenma wasn't ready

It really hurt him to hear you cry about giving up your child which made him wanna try for you

Did not know how to hold the baby for the life of him "Umm.. am I like- holding it right..?" You burst into laughter at the sight. "Ken, you gotta support their head." He looked down at his baby. "Oh..."

He decided that he needed to do research before he ventured further down the path of fatherhood.

Kenma was confused with diapers. "You... you want me to change its diaper?" You scoffed at him handing him a fresh diaper. "Our baby is not an 'it' Kenma!" He groaned as he took the diaper from you. "Why can't you change it?" You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. "Because I won't always be there to do it myself, duh."

You were out with a friend one day which meant Kenma was on babysitting duty, he was tempted to call Kuro to come watch his child but he'd say something like, "Kenma, it's your responsibility as a father, blah blah blah.." So he and the baby just kind of sat there staring at each other. "What do you wanna do?" He asked the baby, knowing they can't talk. The baby proceeded to poke Kenma's cheek and yell out, "DA DA DA DA." Kenma thought it was cute and laughed softly. "Yep, that's me." The baby repeated saying 'da' for awhile until they tired themselves out. "You're a lot like me." That day it clicked, he finally understood what it was to be a father

He wasn't very affectionate but he tried to show his baby that he cared the best way he knew how

You saw the changes and it made you happy

You caught him cuddling the baby once, when you accused him of being affectionate he rolled his eyes half awake and said, "M'not being affectionate! Go awayyyy."

Doesn't want to admit to being soft for his baby :)

That's a wrap! If you want more characters lmk! I'd be happy to do a part two, this was fun for me :)

[kitas10000thgrainofrice]

kita walking on the court saying “you guys don’t have to be on guard im just a substitute” is so rude like bffr you’ve been a whole adult since age four of course karasuno was worried theyre children

[rintarolovebot]

TO WAKE UP TO AND COME HOME TO

summary just like the title suggests, this is the best thing suna rintaro knows a man could experience whenever he wakes up and returns home.

warnings/tags none. suna rintaro x fem!reader. momma reader <333

author’s note this week had me in a baby fever chokehold. i was watching this youtuber’s daily life and made me think about suna (what’s new?). so, here’s my take on how your everyday life will be with suna rintaro!

additional notes d/n = daughter’s name. n/n = nanny’s name. this fic is just all over the place oh my god i wrote this at 2 am when i was on the verge of falling asleep.. embarrassing.

suna rintaro knows that the best thing to wake up to is when he sees your sleeping figure beside him. the cute little noises you make as you twist and turn in his arms.

you flutter your eyes open as the sun shines through the curtains, you guess, your husband had just opened. he turns to you and smiles, opening his arms wide open and plops down on you.

“rin, you’re heavy,” you mumble against his neck. he moves his nose towards your cheek and nuzzles it. “good morning, my love,” he says and continues to nuzzle his nose gently on your cheek.

“g’morning,” you whisper and gave his cheek a kiss as it was the nearest part of him that you could kiss as of the moment. “d/n’s awake and i think our nanny is feeding her right now,” he says as he gets up and takes your hand in his, giving the back of your hand a soft kiss.

you smile and let yourself get pulled up by him, cradling you in his arms. his arms were wrapped around you as he gave you multiple kisses on your temple.

“come on, babe. let’s eat breakfast,” he says. you nodded but continued to nuzzle yourself against him. his warmth and smell were comforting in a way. he smelled of a faint manly smell and lavender as it is the aroma coming out of your air freshener.

you pulled away after a few seconds as you stretched. rintaro was just watching you with a loving smile while his hands were in his sweatpants’ pockets.

when he saw your stretching had stopped, he wrapped an arm around you and guided you out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

you smiled when you saw your daughter on her feeding chair as the nanny fed her.

“good morning, my baby,” you beamed as she giggled with her arms raised up, also excited to see you.

rintaro, as always, watched you in awe. loving how you were this mama-like with his kid. he always had this thought wherein he is so damn lucky to have you as his wife and the mother of his kid.

hopefully, his kids soon.

atsumu had always teased him whenever they had high school reunions, asking how he pulled you. you and your husband just laughed it off and even joked about how you just barged in his life.

he practically watched you two grow.

from high school sweethearts and to the happily married couple with a kid in the present.

“have you eaten already, n/n?” you asked your nanny. “yes, ma’am. thank you for asking,” she smiled at you. you returned the smile and grabbed a water jug inside the refrigerator.

you made drinking at least two jugs of water a routine ever since your daughter was born. you breastfeed your baby so it was very important to always produce a lot of milk — and you’ve read a mother’s guide book that drinking tons of water everyday can help produce a lot of milk.

“rin, you have practice today, right?” you asked as you put down the glass of water. he was leaned on the counter as he watched your daughter gurgling in her high chair.

he smiled before turning to you. “yeah, i don’t want to go, though,” he said. you furrowed your brows, “you have to, my love. championship’s just around the corner,” you explained.

he sighs. “i know, i just don’t want to leave today. look at how cute d/n is,” he frowned.

you knew how your husband hated leaving the house because he wanted to spend more time with your daughter. though, every time he’s out for practice, you always send him pictures and videos of your daughter just so he wouldn’t miss her too much.

spoiler: it does not work.

in fact, he misses her even more and video calls you just to see his girls. he never fails to greet you with a loving smile and a “you’re beautiful” every time you accept his video call request.

and when he does come home from practice, he is always greeted with a warm side hug from his wife (you) and his little girl in your arms.

and so suna rintaro knows that the best thing to come home to.. is when he sees his girls running towards him with a smile.

end note this sucks goodbye but reblogs are appreciated <3

[kisses4suna]

AHHHH OK OK

soo can you please write about father suna reacting to he’s child first walk?

I’m deadass in love with father suna 😩😩😩

If ur comfortable with it ofc! Take your time ❤️

reacting to his child’s first walk ! #

☆ featuring. suna rintarou, bokuto koutarou, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji x reader !

note: reader is called mommy

i am SOO so sorry if you had to wait longg , sorry if this isn’t good enough or what you meant/had in mind 😭

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SUNA RINTAROU -

suna never got the fuss about children’s first things, that was til he experienced it. he always thought that people were so dramatic about it, but in reality when his newly born daughter even made her first sound- this man was absolutely gushing over it, saying she’s grown up so fast.

he practically sees all his kids as mini versions of you and him- so when his first daughter started walking to him, he was literally going crazy. he took out his phone so fast, and started to record her walking to him. you were using the bathroom at the time so he wasn’t sure if you’d see it or not, but he was so happy about it. like full on cheering and jumping up and down.

“yeah that’s right!! come on, you got this baby!!”, he had his hands out in front of her as she continued walking forward, he was scared she’d trip or fall while walking. “lets surprise mommy, yeah?” he says, making a trail to the bathroom.

his daughter followed him till his back hit the bathroom door, and when you opened it, you were confused till your eyes reached the ground, seeing your husband squatting with his arms out, and your baby standing and balancing on her own two feet for the first time. “oh my god! did she-“ you didn’t even get to finish his sentence, “yup.” he said proudly, “that’s my girl”, he brings his hand up to her, and she gives him a small high five, slightly missing the palm of his hand and instead high-fived his fingers instead.

he turns to you then back to his daughter, “c’mon, why don’t we show mommy some more ?”, he says, carrying her in his arms and bringing her to the living room, where he placed her down as she continued to show the two of you how she walks.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU -

he is very energetic and happy. he doesn’t notice it at first cause he’s too busy looking at one of his daughter’s toys, picking it up and just curiously staring at it. then just right above his eyes he sees his daughter walking and he drops everything in his hands and just stares in shock.

“y/n ? y/n !!” he yells, and from across the hall you start walking over to him, “what’s wrong ?” you say, and you look down to see your daughter waddling towards her dad.

“oh my god.”, as you say that, his eyes lit up. bringing his hands to carry up his daughter, “she did it!!! she learnt how to walk!!”, he carries her on his shoulders, bringing her around the house, running around as she giggles.

you watch from afar and admire your husband entertaining your daughter, he runs back into the room, dropping her on her bed. “good job baby!!!” he says, grinning straight at her, as she begins clapping her hands. then he turns to look at you, giving you a gentle smile. 

KITA SHINSUKE -

normally you take care of the baby whilst kita does chores outside the farm, but while you were hanging up your clothes to dry by the sun, kita had to feed the baby.

reading the ingredients and instructions for the baby food- he carefully followed them, and without even knowing, his baby toddler son was slowly walking towards him. and stunned to say the least- kita slightly jumped- taking a minute to process.

his eyes widened at the sight, calling for your name. he started smiling and told him to carefully walk towards you.

doing as his dad told him to do- your son came waddling to you like a little penguin. kita quickly grabbed the polaroid camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter and snapped a photo of your son walking towards you for the first time.

when the polaroid picture started printing, he took it off and while the ink was spreading around, he admired your beauty and smiled at the sight of his family.

AKAASHI KEIJI -

you two are actually preparing for this moment- you were holding the small infant by the arms, trying to guide your son to walking.

akaashi was holding an old vintage aesthetic digital camera, vlogging the entire thing.

“c’mon!! go walk to daddy”, you signaled a little wave and pointed your finger towards keiji, signaling for your son to walk towards him.

your son didn’t quite seem to get the hint, so you just gave up with a shrug and small pout, “babe c’mon! let me try”, keiji said, carefully passing you the camera, you held up the camera to video your husband holding your son, “is it on?” keiji asks, you give a nod.

“c’mon boy, walk to mommy? just try at least please..” he says, your son nods and attempts to stand up, keiji supporting his every move, “you got this.. just walk straight to her” he whispers, the infant slowly stands up, walking carefully, your mouth opening more and more every time he takes a step. “that’s it, go straight to mommy, alright?” your husband faintly whispers, trying to not jinx it but also motivating the small boy at the same time.

as your son reaches your arm, you squeal excitingly, handing the camera to keiji, he points the camera lense at you, and you and your son both wave to the camera smiling, “good boy!!“ you turn to give a kiss to your son’s cheek.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Haikyuu: First Time Daddy

Heheh forgot about the evnt— can I request for Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu and Suna Rintaro? Something along the lines of first time dad fluff? Please cut down to just one character if it's too much tho! And if the slots r already filled then pls ignore this😳

@beware-of-the-rogue​ thanks for requesting for Haikyuu, especially for them! I missed a lot writing for this fandom 🥺

Characthers: Miya Twins, Rintaro Suna

Warnings: Detailed Birth, Blood, Fluff, Tons of Fluff!

The first thing Atsumu remembers about being a dad was the hearthbeat that rejoiced in the room when he finally saw your baby twins developing in your belly, he was mesmerized that such tiny figures would grow up and become his children after 8 months. After the first sonogram he can’t help but talk to them. A lull he sang to them during the pregnancy to help them calm down and relax you. It didn’t changed the habit after you gave birth, the babies would always get asleep to the sound of their father’s voice, even being miles away from you, your goodnight videocall would be what helped you soothing the babies and Atsumu can’t help but get emotional everytime he sees them peacefully asleep in their cribs.

Osamu remembers perfectly how he was loosing senses the day you gave birth, blood covered all the hospital bed, the doctor shouting and your tears and screams filling the room while you pushed your precious baby out, his mind was wheezing and roaming off for a moment until he heard a wail and a baby boy was put in between his arms. The baby was perfectly fine, you were fine, tears on his eyes and your smile warming his heart. He couldn’t believe he finally became a dad and turning to you to give you the baby and feed him he said “My little family, I love you” your tired smile meet his brown eyes and you can’t help but nod and say “We love you too Samu”.

The first day of school both parents and kid  can’t forget it but for Suna is something even more special, “Behave princess, otherwise no more naps with dad when monsters come under your bed” Suna says with a grin making a pair of olive green eyes flinch in terror, “Daddy you’re meanie” your daughter says and you can’t help but glare at your husband who says as soon as your daughter reaches the teacher, “Say thanks later, at least she didn’t cry because she wanted to stay with us” he says taking your hand kissing it, “But” he says turning one last time “It’s like yesterday that she was born” he says with an apatethic look, signaling you his nostalgia, “Rin you were quite stoic back then, she softed you since that day, but don’t worry she will be your girl still for a lot of time” Suna nods and with a lazy smile he says “Yep, she’s my little princess and you’re my queen” he  proclames before closing your distance kissing you deeply just like younger times.

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Dad!Suna x Mom!Reader

Requested by~ @sassycheesecake

I never write Suna with a daughter I always write him with a son so I tried something different!!(im also working on the Atsumu fic now!!)

Yui was a daddy’s girl. Everyone knew that, the toddler looked just like Rintaro, every game the two of you went to she’d insist on wearing her mini jersey that you and Ron bought or her, than her daddy would run to meet her after the game and it looked like two mini Rintaros hugging. His mom even convinced you to take photos of her that recreated his baby photos which was very funny.

Everything Suna did you can garentee your daughter was right behind doing that as well. So when she turned four it wasn’t a huge surprise to anyone that she was telling you she wanted to learn how to play volleyball.

So of course on the next trip to the beach Suna had his volleyball in hand while you stood beside Yui showing her how to position her little arms and legs before telling Suna to just toss the ball to her because she was still little.

And he did but Yui missed and it almost hit her face and after a few more tries she was done and wanted nothing to do with volleyball after it whacked her in the knee.

“I rather have tea party with mama” she turns away from Suna as you hold her and he gasps.

This was also going to originally be Suna with a reader who’s in labor but I relized I think I wrote that a few times yesterday so I stoped half way through but let me know if you guys would like to see that or like Suna with a newborn baby!!

Also to however requested that Bokuto angst fic, I promise I’m writing it it’s just going to be sort of long😭

[emmyrosee]

NOT A REQUEST DONT YOU DARE WRITE IT I just want to make you laugh at a thought that I had.... I spent my entire morning reading ALL of your suna x reader writings bc I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK.... and I just realized that if the writings are all in the same universe then I can only imagine akito's deadpan reaction to seeing his mom's name as "doodoo fart" on his dad's phone. or worse all the kids start calling their mom that to both of the parent's horror LMAO. like one of the terror twins and Kaiya are DEFINITELY whipping it out one day lol. the conclusion is that suna is sleeping on the couch with the traitors tn while mom!reader gets to cuddle with her angels.

BUT I WANT TO WRITE IT SO BAD

Bc Akito finds it out by accident and just goes “who the heck is doodoo fart?” and rin’s just like “oh your mother.”

“Mom’s doodoo fart?”

“Yeah. I think I’m booger eater in her phone or something else feral.”

“That’s vile.”

Rintaro just smirks, and in perfect timing you come in with the two little twins in your arms, “rinnie, can you help me bathe the tiny terrors?” To which your husband nods, and your son, confidently, firmly, without missing a beat, goes:

“He’d love to, doodoo fart.”

The world stills as you shoot a fake smile at rintaro, the twins looking up at you while Akito chuckles to himself. Rintaro chews his lip, “Akito, tell me, why you’re trying to get me killed?”

“Because it’s funny.”

“Yeah. Hilarious.”

“What’s Hilary-us?” Kaiya asks, and before rintaro can stop him, Akito laughs at his sisters question.

“Mom’s nickname is doodoo fart.”

Your cheeks blaze as your six year old giggles, and at the laughter, your twins echo the sound and paw at your face, “Rinnie?”

“…yeah?”

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“….i know.”

“Sleepover in mom’s room?” Akito asks, and Kaiya cheers while rintaro groans.

“You’re not helping,” he grumbles.

“I’m helping me, dad.”

[missmeinyourbones]

Okay but I need to know what happens when you and suna tell the twins

read part one here / part three

The urgent knocking on your door should be alarming. Should be—but knowing Atsumu and Osamu are guilty of the hammering on the other side of the wood, it’s not all that uncommon of an occurrence in your household.

The pounding refuses to cease as your hand finds the doorknob. The wood swings open and you're instantly greeted by two frowning men barging through your threshold. 

“Is the baby okay?” a far too familiar voice spills.

You mentally roll your eyes at his dramatics, “Yes, Atsumu, I literally said that in the text.”

He gawks at you as if you have two heads. “Oh, I stopped reading after the first sentence.”

When Atsumu saw your name pop up on his phone, he expected a handful of things. A question about his upcoming game schedule, a cringe-worthy throwback picture from your embarrassing high school days, an invitation to dinner with you and your husband. 

What he didn’t expect the text to read, was the alarmingly ominous message that glared back at him. 

Had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, come over when you can. Everything’s fine, just some new info.

Luckily for Atsumu, he was already at Onigiri Miya when he opened the group chat including the four of you. Though not even thoroughly reading the text, he immediately had his brother close down shop and drive the two of them to your and Suna’s home. 

Osamu trails behind him, warily scanning the environment before him; his eyes go from where you still hold the door open to the living room where Suna wordlessly sits. 

A bit breathless, he proceeds with caution. 

“Are you guys alright? I didn’t even get to open the text before ‘Tsumu had me by the collar and behind the wheel.” 

“M’nervous, almost threw up three times on the way here,” Atsumu’s voice stumbles over his brother’s question as he catches his breath with a hand on his heaving chest.

Suna waves their dramatics off with a dismissive hand and beckons them to the couch across from him.

“Just sit,” your husband practically yawns, “it’s really not that big of a deal.”

The twins share an uneasy look before slowly making their way over to the idle couch. You finally get to close the door, joining the chaos in the living room. Suna grabs your wrist as you round the chair he occupies, pulling you towards him and securing you in between his legs.

The situation is far too casual for the anxiously rowdy brothers. Atsumu can’t stand the normalcy of it all, can’t help himself from letting the unknown eat him alive.

“Is somethin’ wrong with it!?” he blurts out in a characteristically brash tone.

You bite back a growl at him referring to your unborn child—children—as ‘it’ but you decide to let it slide given the circumstances. 

You reassure him with a shake of your head, “Perfectly healthy.”

“You find out the gender?” Osamu shifts in his seat, getting himself excited at the thought of a future niece or nephew. 

“Nope,” Suna pops out from behind your frame. 

“Are you gonna officially ask us to be uncles?”

Their order of priorities has you chewing your cheek in disbelief.

“We’ve talked about this,” you remind them with a teasingly stern look. “The ‘uncle’ title is a privilege you need to earn, and it can be taken from you at any time. Plus, they’re not even born yet.”

Suna picks up on your particular use of pronouns as he lightly squeezes your thigh. You and your husband share a sneaky glance.

You wait for your choice of words to hit the two brothers, for them to finally begin to put the pieces together with their shared telepathy. Too busy bickering with one another (and simultaneously your husband), the subtle hint goes completely over their heads. 

Atsumu nearly bursts at the seams. “So fuckin’ say it already! Before I die of high blood pressure,” he sobs in theatrics.

Wordlessly, you find yourself turning towards Suna, giving him a nod of approval to do the honors. 

“Let’s just say,” your husband slumps both of you further back into the armchair, attempting to be blasé with the suspenseful reveal, “the two of you aren’t gonna be the only twins around here, anymore.”

In all of the years you’ve been friends, moments with the twins and Suna were rarely silent, given the contrasting personalities juggling throughout the group—but right now, a dropping pin could be heard in the echoes of your still living room. 

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu breaks the silence first. 

“Bullshit,” he poetically deadpans.

Osamu doesn't miss a beat when backing up his brother, “Yer bullshitting.” 

Searching Suna’s expression for any sign of ill intent, they continue to bounce off of one another’s brewing confusion. 

“There’s no way—”

“Don’t tell me yer jokin’, because that’s a really cruel joke to make.”

Like clockwork, they turn to you simultaneously, as if your official confirmation holds more weight than Suna’s word.

“Really?” Osamu’s eyes practically melt with contagious hope. 

With a simple nod of your head, the two of them jump up from their seats in excitement. They embrace one another tightly, as if they played any role in the biological creation of your and Suna’s expected children.

“Oh my god! No fuckin’ way!”

Squirming out of his brother’s grasp, Atsumu practically skips his way over to where you and Suna sit. A smile as bright as the sun decorates his face. He gestures to your bump with open palms. 

With a tenderness foreign to his usual energy, he carefully breathes. “Permission to touch?”

You slowly stand from Suna’s lap with a knowing grin and nod your head. 

Atsumu then turns to where Rintaro now sits alone behind you. “Permission to touch yer wife?” he taunts. 

Suna pretends to mull it over before merely shrugging, “I’ll allow it.”

Atsumu’s clammy hands immediately palm your stomach through your sweater. He kneels down to be at eye level with the bump before bringing his face closer to it. 

“Hiiiii twins!” he giggles with delight—a specific kind of joy that could only be tailored to someone who understands how special being a twin truly is. 

Osamu rolls his eyes before walking over and pulling Suna upwards and out of his chair. He pats his best friend on the back a few times, a wordless congratulations on the blessing that, he too, knows to be twins. 

The two men shake their heads at where Atsumu coos into your stomach.

“We wanted you guys to be the first ones to know,” you whisper in contentment.

Suna gently pushes Atsumu’s head from in front of you, watching the blonde topple out of his squat at the sudden shove. 

“Figured you’d be the most excited, for obvious reasons,” he elaborates behind a poorly hidden smirk. 

“Maybe that’s why the mornin’ sickness has been so bad,” Osamu pipes up, wrapping himself around you in a one armed hug. “Our ma said she had it terrible with us.”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of an extremely pregnant Mama Miya, expecting (what she’d never know to become) two of the biggest menaces you’ll ever have the privilege of knowing. 

“I was scared of one Sunarin spawn, now there’s gonna be two?” the blonde teases from the floor with a smile.

The brothers continue to thrive off of one another’s snowballing excitement.

“This is insane.”

“Right? I mean, what are the odds?”

Suna laughs under his breath. One out of thirty-three, he thinks to himself, remembering how the two of you had googled the statistics the night following your appointment. 

“Tell me about it,” he quips, arms returning around your waist as he feels the sudden urge to have you closer to him, “thought I had it bad enough with you two.”

“Oh, quit bein’ a scrub already!” Osamu scolds him, though all eyes in the room are void of any real intent as they continue to awe at your bump in fascination. 

“You’re gonna be a father of two now, better clean up yer act,” the words fall from his lips without any actual intimidation.

The moment is sweeter than you could’ve imagined, and perfectly fitting for the unique group that is your little hand-picked family. You think you feel tears brimming beneath your lashes—that is, until the moment is tarnished when Atsumu opens his big mouth again. 

“So if they’re boys, will you name ‘em after us, too?” he innocently perks up.

Your husband’s response doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Absolutely fucking not.”

[kleftiko]

❦ FAMILY MEN

ft. kita, suna, atsumu, osamu

MASTERLIST

—kita

another long and exhausting week. because your husband always gets up early and comes back late everyday because of his work, and you watch the baby all day, you both are dead to the world when you sleep until you hear the cries of your child. it’s instinct; so when you didn’t hear the baby in the middle of the night, you woke up anyway with worry. only to find shinsuke bouncing them, his lips singing a soft and out of tune lullaby that took you back to your childhood. you know for a fact that your child didn’t cry that night, your husband just wanted to hold them while they slept, despite his tired eyes, he wouldn’t trade that moment for the world.

—suna

“no, i’m mom’s favourite.” your husband argued rather vehemently with your son as you ate dinner together. it was endearing to listen to, especially because of the fact that your son couldn’t speak. his baby babbling created bubbles of his food along his mouth. rintaro shook his head and wiped him with the napkin.

“yea, right, i’m way better at volleyball than you.” he scoffed at his kid. “that’s why your mom fell in love with me in the first place.”

“rin,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “stop it.”

he sent you an innocent smile before turning to the baby again, he made sure you could see him mouth ‘you won’t beat me.’

—atsumu

if you couldn’t find your toddler, she was with her dad. today, they were in the garage, atsumu had arm and chest day, he sat on the bench, daughter in his arms as he curled her. despite the smile on his lips, his breathing and counting were even, only interrupted by her continuous giggles as she squirmed in his hold. when the set was done, he set her down and you saw them look at each other with stars in their eyes.

“’m gonna be as strong as you when i grow up!” she told him.

“hell yea!” atsumu raised his hand and your little girl jumped to smack is hand.

“hell yea!” she repeated and atsumu’s face dropped.

“…don’t tell yer mum i taught’cha that.”

—osamu

“ya gotta shape it with love, baby.” he told his daughter, hands full of rice as they stood in the kitchen.

your daughter pouted, fingers stuck with rice as she glared at the tuna filling that fell on the cutting board. “i make with hate.” she said and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“yer too much like yer mum—go sit down.” osamu shooed her to you, and she happily obliged as she ate the rice off her fingers.

“why’d you do that, baby?” you asked and pet her head. “you’re great at this.”

“daddy makes the best onigiri.” she smiled at you before turning back to her father and watched him work. “i want him to cook for me my whole life.”

she clearly didn’t mean for him to hear, but you could see the foolish smile tugging at his lips.

[dyeher]

FIVE WAYS TO END A FIRST DATE| shouto, suna, draken, megumi, eren.

warnings| sexy time, fluff, unedited (obviously).

author's note| for @ikkakvs ❤️

Let's be real. When your nineteen-year-old son says he needs to talk to you during breakfast the last thing you expect him to say around the table with his three year old sister not even a foot away is-

"I want to fuck her on the first date..."

His father absolutely spits his morning coffee across the kitchen counter. You're frozen, a forkful of your breakfast halfway to your lips. He continues to eat like he didn't just say what he said. You make eye contact with your husband who is on the verge of hacking up a lung as your son gently wipes baby food from his little sister's face.

You drop your fork into your plate and attempt to muster your most serious mom face. Not the kind you use when he's fucked up but the one where you are on the fence about whether or not he needs to have sense shaken into him.

He doesn't even have the wherewithal to look chagrined. Instead, he musters a small, smug smile...something identical to his father's (still dying by the way). You narrow your eyes, he shrugs.

"Dad always says when you know you know...and trust me. I know. Besides didn't you-" he glances at his sister who is happily making a mess of her breakfast and then whispers (like it makes a difference, the child is three she has no idea what is going on)"-you know...have sex on the first-"

"Okay!" His father interrupts. And bless his soon-to-be-dead ass because you did not volunteer this information to your son so it must have been your husband. The one you did fuck after the first date.

"What?" Your son shrugs. "Dad tells me everything."

You glare at the dad in question, only to receive an identical shrug.

"Baby," you start carefully. "What if she doesn't want to fuck after the first date?"

He gives you a quizzical look. "That's fine, we have like forever together. We can fuck after date one hundred for all I care."

"Oh, thank God," you share a relieved glance with your husband. At least you haven't completely failed at raising him.

"But- I guess...I mean the vibes are there, you know? We're totally gonna f-"

"Small ears, kid," your husband covers your daughter's ears and eyes him meaningfully.

You let out a breath and start eating your breakfast. If parenting has taught you anything is that every conversation with our teenager can become a lesson.

"There are other ways to end the first date, baby. A kiss on the cheek. Asking for a second date. Making sure she knows you enjoyed spending time with her-"

"Is that how your first dates ended? With cheek kisses and reassurance?"

You don't like the way he's staring knowingly at you. And your husband's snort disguised as a cough doesn't go unnoticed.

"Well-"

You can feel your husband's eyes on you as you open your mouth. You have to sift through your exes quickly but the most memorable end to your first dates were from-

SUNA RINTARO

Car sex.

Suna Rintaro fucked you in the backseat of his car and the memory is fresh in your mind as though it happened yesterday and not almost twenty years ago.

The leather seats were sticky and slippery with your mixed cum. The squeaking as your body slid up the seat with each of his hurried thrusts. The scent of his cologne as he shoved his face into your neck. The way your body bowed against his. The harsh sound of your breaths. His whispered 'fuck' when he slid in for the first time.

His promises. And of course...his unplanned I love you.

And no, this is definitely not something you do not want to suggest to your son.

2. SHOUTO TODOROKI

He bought you flowers.

Of course, it was more of a 'oh my goodness, look shouto a flower shop' 'do you want to get flowers?' kind of situation where he bought you every flower you looked at for too long (because you deserved it, his words not yours) plus a bouquet of fresh roses and sunflowers.

And...and then he fucked you in his king-sized bed on those flower petals. Used the stem of a rose with the thorns still attached for a bit of fun. Laid you on your side facing his mirror so you could see as his cock disappeared into your body. Spoke filthy, disgusting things into your ear.

You shudder at the reminder.

No. That's also not appropriate...

3. KEN RYUGUUJI

You drove his bike.

Actually one of the scariest experiences of your existence. But also one of the most exhilarating. The purr of the bike's engine between your thighs, the grip Ken had on you. The deep rumble of his voice in your ear gently coaching you. Guiding and praising you.

Okay, to be fair the adrenaline is to blame for the sex that occurred after that. It was wild, and God if you both didn't make promises that to this day have you ducking your head in embarrassment whenever you see him.

The reality is, that this particular first date ended in two creampies, a promise to be the best mother to his children, and a marriage proposal.

You glance at your son quickly only to find him already staring at you. Your husband is smirking in the background.

4. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

First of all.

It was a picnic. How fucking cute is that?

And to be fair, he was adorably nervous and you thought kissing him would ease the tension but one thing led to another and...

He fucked you beneath the stars to the symphony of crickets. Once he got inside you became an entirely different person. The way he propped the soles of your feet on his shoulders and fucked you until you were weeping into the soft blankets, your nails digging into his skin.

Unprepared for the way Megumi became a sex god you'd squirted all over his chest, much to your mortification. And he had the audacity to drag his fingers through the mess and suck it off his fingers.

The man was a whore.

You're almost dismayed when you realize the last first date you had was-

5. EREN YEAGER

A child.

That's right.

Eren Yeager fucked you after the first date and left you with a mini version of himself growing inside you. Granted he married you before you gave birth and you've been living happily ever after since but still.

You glare at your husband as he reaches across the table to take your plate. Your son sits back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.

"Wear a condom," you grunt.

Your son cackles as he stands from the table. He bends to scoop his sister out of her high chair. "Don't be silly-" he coos to her, "-wrap your willy."

As he disappears around the corner your husband chuckles.

"How was your trip down memory lane?"

He steps in close to you as you stand and prop yourself against the dining table.

"I hate you, deeply," you groan. Eren laughs as he bends to brush his lips against yours.

"Sure baby, anything you say," he smiles against your mouth. "Anyway, I've been thinking..."

You frown, pulling back to look up at him. "About what?"

"Sharing."

Your breath leaves you in a rush. "Sharing what?"

His eyes darken to a shade of green you've never seen.

"You."

[educatedsimps]

— originals ˊˎ-

≪ back to fics masterlist ≪ back to main masterlist

— AKAASHI KEIJI:

under the moonlight ↳ fluff, drabble

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

11:06pm ↳ iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ↳ fluff, timestamp, drabble

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

— MIYA ATSUMU:

coming home to you ↳ dad!miya atsumu x fem!reader ↳ FLUFF, slice of life

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

“your roots are showing” (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader ↳ your favourite pisshead and the different times his hair was growing out

— MIYA OSAMU:

osamu’s triggers (headcanons)

— SUNA RINTARŌ:

traffic lights ↳ suna rintaro x f!reader ↳ angst

— MEIAN SHŪGO:

MEIAN SHŪGO BRAINROT ↳ no need for an explanation

— MULTIPLE:

11.50pm ↳ multiple hq boys ↳ FLUFF, drabble, timestamp

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