#hq suna

[catladykt13]

Samuuu come get your mannnnn

[piftamere]

the eclipse

eleven - this charming man

fun facts

suna thought it was half ballsy and half kinda thoughtless of keiji to ask him for advice about yn

iwa's thoughts on situationships are that they're the stupidest thing of the 21st century, one wants a relationship, the other doesn’t, and the first person doesn't respect themselves enough to walk away

tsukishima renamed yukie in akaashi's phone but she's so nice don't worry

when yn congratulated akaashi on getting back with yukie he froze completely, she wasn't being passive aggressive, she was genuinely trying to sound happy for him

yn thought that akaashi was jealous of semi because he liked her, she got her hopes up with their convo of the previous part

they often do drinking games with "bad" movies, and slashers are their favs

slasher night drinking game rules : the more dumb the action is the more you drink, for example : saying "is anyone there?" even if they're home alone = 1 shot, "let's split up" = 2 shots ,...

no one knows why tendou went to sleep in the bathtub with a plastic knife

author's note

i was procrastinating writing this because i forgot what was going on ... it's been a month since the last part, my bad guys ^^

ignore the watermark in the pic, thanks

the eclipse - next

taglist : open!

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[moechies]

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

[xlettex]

Suna Rintarou has ignored you for seven hours, twenty-three minutes, and forty-five seconds. Not that you’re counting. He hadn’t looked at you when you waved good morning. Didn’t reply when you texted him during lunch. And now, during practice, he’s pretending you don’t exist—unless it’s to rotate away the second you step near him. Which is why you’ve had it.

You march across the gym floor with fire in your veins, stopping right in front of him during a water break. The rest of the team goes quiet, curious eyes flicking between you and the tall, unbothered middle blocker who’s carefully unwrapping sports tape like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Rin, what the hell is your problem?”

Suna doesn’t even look at you. “I don’t have a problem.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

He scoffs. “Why don’t you just go hang out with your boyfriend?”

You blink. “I’m sorry— my what now?”

Now he looks at you. Flat expression. Bored tone. “The guy you hugged this morning.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh—one short, incredulous breath. “You mean my little cousin?” 

Suna freezes. A beat. Another beat. A visible oh, shit creeps across his face as the team collectively chokes behind you.

“Oh,” he mutters. “Well. He was… tall.”

You slap his arm. “He’s, like, an inch taller than me. And he was just thanking me for lunch money.”

“Well, it didn’t look innocent,” he grumbles, ears now bright pink.

“Are you serious right now?! You’ve been sulking all day over my cousin?”

He shrugs and drops his gaze. “Didn’t know he was your cousin.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what if he wasn’t?”

Silence. The team holds its breath.

Suna exhales, then mutters, “Then I wouldn’t like it.”

Your heart stutters.

His eyes meet yours again—and this time, he really looks at you. His voice is no longer bored. It’s quiet. Honest. “Seeing you with someone else, I mean.”

You tilt your head, a smile curling on your lips—sharp and smug. "Then do something about it.”

Behind you, Atsumu lets out a low, delighted cackle. “Ohhh, shiiit—she got you.”

You don’t wait for a response. Just turn on your heel, walking out of the gym with your head held high. But not before glancing back once—

And catching Suna frozen in place, face red, as the entire team starts swarming him with grins, whistles, and way too much noise. You smile to yourself.

Let him squirm.

[crushmeeren]

⋆ cw ; sex, fem! reader, rin’s ability to say something ridiculous no matter the situation.

Rin taps his foot when he’s about to cum.

It’s a habit. One he’s not aware of. For the longest time, it slipped under your radar too. Really, the only moments you would’ve been able to notice it, a.k.a. riding him or sucking him off — are spent focused on the cock inside you.

One night, in the master bedroom, Rin’s pinned you to the wall. Palms braced on the smooth surface, ass pushed out to arch your back. He’d started out by clutching your hips, thumbs flexing and digging into your skin every few lazy thrusts.

“Rin,” you moan, breathless. “Right there — fuck, right there!”

His hips smack even louder against your ass with the next thrust, cock hitting your g-spot. Rin pants and laughs. “Right there Rin, right there!” He teases as he slips an arm around your stomach, bending to press his warm sweaty chest to your back. His other hand comes up to rest on the wall nearby.

Your head drops between your shoulders, the mocking sending a hot rush up your spine. Toes curling in your socks. “You’re gonna make me cum, Rin,” you whine, pussy tightening.

Rin moans deep in his throat. “Fuck me,” he says through his teeth. “Play with yourself babygirl, wanna feel you cum.”

It’s instant, the way your fingers fly to your clit. Rubbing tight, fast circles, pussy squeezing and releasing over and over. Rin’s breath hitches then blows out warmly over your neck.

Your eyes start to roll and then flicker towards the floor, catching Rin’s sock covered foot tapping in a steady rhythm, almost silent on the hardwood floor.

Mind numbing, syrupy warmth rushes through your limbs, lower belly knotting up. The force of it brings you to your toes, your husband’s name falling from your lips.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rin babbles, voice splintering as his foot taps faster. You’re sinking down to the balls of your feet when Rin thrusts again and stops, grinding his hips hard. His cock throbs as he cums, an overheated forehead resting on your shoulder.

Five, ten, however many minutes later, as you’re cuddled in bed, you remember.

“Your foot taps when you’re about to cum, Rin. Like a bunny. Did you know that?”

He doesn’t move, boneless in the sheets. Naked as the day he was born. “I mean, I was fucking you like a rabbit.”

Rin laughs as he’s smothered with a pillow.

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[cottonlemonade]

Tipsy boyfriend! Suna who gets all rosy-cheeked and snoozy on your shoulder.

Increasingly tipsy boyfriend! Suna who points randomly at the menu to order his next drink, while not taking his eyes off yours.

Almost drunk boyfriend! Suna who severely underestimated the strength of the Long Island Iced Tea and scrunches his face at the taste of the cocktail but tells you unprompted he’ll finish the whole thing to prove how much he loves you. You fail to see the correlation.

Drunk boyfriend! Suna who loses all sense of personal space and public propriety and practically crawls into your lap wanting you to hold him.

Drunk boyfriend! Suna who shows you a private folder on his phone where he collects all the hilarious memes and adorable animal pictures he saves that you sent him over the years.

Drunk sappy boyfriend! Suna who tells you he should have confessed to you when he had the chance and then lights up when you blow his mind by telling him you’ve been dating for three years.

Drunk clingy boyfriend! Suna who doesn’t want to let go of your hand even when you arrive at your apartment.

Drunk weirdo boyfriend! Suna who lays on top of you on the bed because you lost your balance on the way to the shower. He sucks in your cheek and lets it plop back out and giggles when you start laughing.

Drunk cat-coded boyfriend! Suna who props himself up but instead of letting you shower starts kneading the fat on your tummy like a cat making biscuits and is genuinely hurt when you tell him to stop because it tickles.

Drunk cuddly boyfriend! Suna who wraps both his arms and legs around you when you’re finally ready to sleep and while drooling tells you he loves you so much. He’s so out of it, he doesn’t even remember all the evidence pictures you’ve taken throughout the night.

[swtnjk]

bf suna things

[houseofstarlight]

old repost!

thinking about sunarin x “pretty girl” reader. it’s his favorite nickname for you, partly because it makes you get all blushy and cute, and partly because he needs you to hear it. in his eyes, you’re the most gorgeous thing to have ever walked this planet, no matter how he sees you. it’s early in the morning and your hair is messed up, and he wants to grab your face and plant kisses all over your soft skin. it’s late at night and you’re yawning, trying to cram for an exam, and he wants to sit behind you to hug you and massage your shoulders. he looks at you through his phone lens. through his glasses. through his vintage camera that he only uses to take photos of you. it’s all rose-tinted glasses to him, only it’s real. you are real, and so ethereal, and so beautiful. “pretty” actually doesn’t even begin to summarize what you are to him. he only chose it because the first time he called you that, your reaction was so adorable. your nose kind of scrunched up, and a blush spread across your face, and you looked away as you mumbled “‘m not pretty”.

so now he makes it his goal every day to tell you that you are. scratch pet names like “baby”, “pretty girl” is now the definition of you and you are the definition of “pretty girl”. but when he calls you that, it’s not with the nonchalance that he normally speaks, or the nonchalance that one would usually employ when saying that phrase. in just two words, he’ll pour his heart out to you, claiming you as his and declaring him as yours. you are his. you will always be his.

pretty girl.

divider credit to @enchanthings-a

[m4iya]

Kenma, whose camera roll is completely full of 0.5 photos of you. Sleeping? 0.5. Eating? Yep, another one. Occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of his lockscreen, seeing your face in a not-so flattering angle.

Bokuto, who refuses to leave you alone if he notices a slight shift in your happiness. He wants to know what put you in a sour mood so he can come up with a way to change it! But his options are quite limited, so when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up, it doesn’t take even a second for your laughter to fill his ears.

Yamaguchi, who can’t take his eyes off your birthmarks, insisting that they’re so different from his own. He sighs when you cover them up with makeup, and when you ask him what’s wrong, he pouts.

Kageyama, who secretly likes having nicknames that only you can call him by. He feels that it’s like a little code only the two of you know, so if you shout it during one of his matches, who’s going to know you're talking to him? Though, waking up to see millions of people on social media calling him ‘Tobi’ wasn’t on his bucket list.

Akaashi, who can't help smile while listening to you rant about something trivial. He'd chime in at times, saying things like; "I know right?" and, "Seriously?". If you both went out for froyo, by the end, yours would be pretty much a liquid and his would be empty.

Suna, who insists that the two of you have matching profile pictures on every platform you're both on. Whether it's a photo of the both of you split into two, or a set of matching photos you found on Pinterest, he's all about the subtle meaning behind it.

Sugawara, who absolutely refuses to let you walk home alone in the dark. Whether you were studying together at the library, or over at his place, he'd accompany you on the walk home. In the winter, he’d wrap his scarf around you, and take your gloved hand in his. It was so you didn’t get lost! Oh and the scarf? That was.. so he could see you in a crowd!

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[chososcamgirl]

DO YOU WANT BUTTER WITH THAT ? R. SUNA

໒꒱ ⋆ﾟworking at the movies is a real good time when your favourite coworker’s on set

cw: crude humour, language, swearing, kys jokes

want more coworker suna? i hear he also works at the tattoo parlour…

masterlist

a/n: THAT ONE COWORKER THAT JUST BE FUCKING TALKING😭 also those were 100% abt atsumu. my phone updated mid texts can u tell. yes i had to sing for that vm. goodnight.

@kawoala heyyyyyyy

divs cred @.zerowhy , @.cafekitsune

[st4ringlow]

suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.

you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.

its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.

rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.

rinny's note: reader doesnt remember anything (me)

[clawsdevour]

pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

့✿⠀ —

suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while it creased to the of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

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[kikiwie]

haikyuu boys tweets during no contact ⋆˚𝜗𝜚

————————— 𐔌⋆🍊 ̟ ˚ !! 𐦯 —————————

m. atsumu ᰔᩚ

n. yū ᰔᩚ

s. rintaro ᰔᩚ

k. kozume ᰔᩚ

————————— 𐔌⋆🍊 ̟ ˚ !! 𐦯 —————————

can you tell i like making these……?

[moechies]

heartbroken! darling . . who spends hours in her soft bed trying to get herself off — mind pacing back and forth to her ex boyfriend suna rintarou.

heartbroken! darling . . who hates herself for being reminded of how well his fingers worked her little cunt, and how well he fucked with his pretty dick.

heartbroken! darling . . who’s fussing, tossing and turning and huffing into her plush pillow until the soft of her upper arm accidently presses on the contact of her ex, ringing suna’s line.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s eyes widen when he sees your contact name pop up — still set as ‘sweet girl’ with no intent to change it. who takes a bit of time to answer, so it doesn’t seem like he cares too much.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who presses the green button with shaky fingers, parting his lips to speak before he hears a familiar meek moan.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s cock begins to stiffen at the soft, whiny moans elicited through the speaker of the phone — clearly you’ve misclicked his contact. he knows the moral thing to do would be to hang up, but . .

heartbroken! darling . . who subconsciously whines out her ex boyfriends name slurred with a soft moan, chanting the syllables over and over with occasional ‘ . . miss you . . ‘ and ‘ love you ‘s . . ‘

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who can hear your sloppy pussy over the poor speaker of the phones, and your soft rumbling in the sheets. who’s listening so intently that he starts to imagine your pussy crying out his name too.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

“r—rinnn . . miss y’ so much ,”

he knows — knows you’re renacting the nights where you two had to resort to phone sex, due to him being heftily busy or out of town. he’s well used to your whining and the scramble of the sheets against the phones speaker, having resorted to phone sex as a way to push off the true issue — he was never home.

“‘m sorry,” you ramble, “sorry f’being so mean . . miss y’ so much. miss your face ‘nd . . fingers and y’r cock—“ you hiccup.

you muffle your voice into your pillow, free arm wrapping under the the cushion for leverage. “rin,” you moan. “l—love you.”

your breath fastens when you feel your climax following, little thumb pressing against your sensitive clit just as suna taught you. “feels good! r—rinnn,” you cry, eyes shut tight with the vivid imagination of your now ex boyfriend behind you, helping you get off.

his sultry voice and featherlight touches transverse your thoughts, soft cries being elicited from your swollen lips and drool dirtying your pillow. you ignore the loud squelches of your pussy, or how you’re dirtying your hand and the sheets below, pumping in and out of your swollen cunt with no other desire but to cum.

you yelp, jump up in terror when you hear a loud masculine sigh and low shlicks, eyes searching the room for the source of noise. you lift your blanket with intentions to slip inside . .

revealing your phone. on an active call with your ex boyfriend named, ‘sweet boy.’ no, you hadn’t changed his contact either. the time of the call displays ‘12:38.’ a hot flash spreads throughout your body,

“r—rin?”

“y—yeah.”

“you . . you didn’t hear anything right?”

it’s so deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

“you really miss me that much, doll?” suna chuckles, breaking the silence with a short hum.

“no . . du—dunno what you’re talking about. i—i called on accident so ‘m gonna—“

“don’t be like that baby, don’t hang up. let me come over, yeah?”

“rin—“ you protest,

“oh? we’re not moanin’ anymore? i see . . “

“shut up, suna!” you cry out, defeated and forcibly facing the fact that you had just fucked yourself to the thought of your ex boyfriend — and he heard everything.

“c’mon. let me come over t’night and show you just how much i missed you, too. alright?”

he’s eager when you don’t protest, only a heavy huff before the line cuts off. he’s quick to messily tug up his sweats, rinse off his hand, and reach for keys.

[seumyo]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS ✰ INARIZAKI TRIO

NOTE. Suna’s the only version to be set in high school (Aha, I forgot to make his a college version like Atsumu and Osamu’s) </3

MIYA ATSUMU

SUNA RINTAROU

MIYA OSAMU

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ texts with high school sweetheart sunarin.

⋆ cw ; post high school, crude/dark humor, cursing, suggestive jokes, fluff, fem! reader.

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

inspired lately by @/chososcamgirl, @/seumyo, and @grenadehearts to get my ass back into smau form. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ also the joke about rin pretending to pass out is from a TikTok i cannot remember for the life of me.

baby suna pic credit @zco428 on twitter. suna pfp credit @jjulia_28 on insta.

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