pairing: suna x f!reader genre: fluff/angst synopsis: was suna rintaro’s love for you enough to make you stay?
falling in love with suna rintaro was easy enough, from the way he talked, the way he would hold your hand when you were scared, the way he would pick you up and drive in the middle of the night just to get snacks, the way he would look at you when you would tell him about your day - or anything he would do to you honestly, the way he would be your shoulder to cry on, the way he would defend you no matter what situation you were in, the way he was so patient with you, the way he would make you laugh and forget about the things that made you upset and especially the way he kissed you for the first time.
it was soft and gentle, he made you feel so special, he made you feel like you were the only person he would treat that way and you really are he adored you and he would do anything for you.
A Glimpse of Yellow✨✨✨💖💖 by mimi_cee (fake dating, fluff, acquaintance to friends to lovers) Despite being Atsumu’s best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate.This became more starnge when the twins thought you were dating suna and…he went along with it. [COMPLETED]
pov: he’s your rival✨✨✨💖💖 by @saintobio (enemies to lovers, street racer au, fluff, humor)when your most hated rival challenges you for another race to redeem his losing streak, but what he doesn’t tell you is that reaching the finish line isn’t his only goal. [COMPLETED] <This is connected this oikawa fic but could be read standalone>
to be loved is to be known✨ by @kitasuno (oneshot, angst, happy ending)you’re in love with suna. you think suna’s in love with someone else. he’s not.[COMPLETED]
Soulmate gone wrong by @tobiokuns (oneshot, angst, happy ending)you think it’s a happy ending once you’ve found your soulmate, but today you learn that it’s not always the case.[COMPLETED]
Take the Edge Off by hxneekyuu (hxnee) (friends to lovers, friends with benefits, smut)You struggle with your weight and body image, but Suna extensively and thoroughly undoes all the damage done by other guys or You haven’t gotten laid in over a year, and your best friend takes it upon himself to fix that for you.[COMPLETED]
Honeysuckle ✨by sauza (oneshot, smut)Every summer your older brother along with his friends comes into town to pay a visit to you while you attend college and like everytime you rekindle ur afffar. [COMPLETED][COMPLETED]
wastelands by @saintobio (heavy angst, unrequited love, post apocalypse au, 18+) after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.[COMPLETED]
it’s a match! | suna rintarouby shittyshima(fluff, humor, online school)Of course, you were not thinking of Suna Rintarou, or how you had matched with him on Tinder just days ago, or how you had fangirled to your friends about how insanely hot and also unapproachable he was.You certainly weren’t thinking of the possibility of him sitting quietly on the other side of a screen, eyes shifting between your Tinder profile and your now pinned Zoom video.[COMPLETED]
BEST PARTby svnian (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) in which suna texts a random number thinking is was his sister. ͏͏͏͏͏͏[COMPLETED]⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏
I Don’t Know What To Call This✨✨ by @yourstarvic Being an Inarizaki manger was a fun experience. Especially when you and a certain someone refuse to acknowledge their feelings for each other. So instead of accepting your feelings, you try to move on and be with someone. Will you move on? Or will you two acknowledge your feelings? And if so, how long will it take to be together?[COMPLETED]
Longingby niakasi(fluff, humor, smut)A childhood friend of the Miya twins, you reunite with them at university, where you meet their friend Suna.[COMPLETED]
Please…by lady_rice (smut, oneshot, fluff) How can you refuse pampering an exhausted Suna when he asks so nicely?[COMPLETED]
In between the maybes by @selarina (oneshot, friends with benefits to lovers, fluff, angst, smut) The day after hooking up with your best friend is confusing, but not nearly as much as you make it out to be.[COMPLETED]
to love again by @sunasbabie (oneshot, angst, fluff)was suna rintaro’s love for you enough to make you stay?[COMPLETED]
18+ content, pining, slow burn, sakusa wears dog tags mmm, smut, acquaintances to lovers. kind of a historical au? (think 1930s) idk bro it’s like all made up. mentions of pregnancy
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summary: kiyoomi seeks serenity after coming home from war.
✨Synopsis: MSBY Kiyoomi Sakusa x reader slight angst to fluff with some NSFW!!
✨Warnings: NSFW MDNI!!! There’s a touch of angst and sexual tension/ sexual acts described
✨WC: 2201 words
✨Author’s Note: Hey there Wanderers! This is the final part for this mini series for the time being. I will put a poll up later this month on what characters I should write next. Also I may have gotten a little carried away with Sakusa’s version as he is one of my favorite characters.😅 Anyway have safe travels through the alternate universes! ~ Starry✨
✨ Here’s the link for this series masterlist and the link to my main masterlist for more fics.
Kiyoomi Sakusa is not a warm and fuzzy person. He is a prickly, cold, germaphobe that hates most people, including you.
He hates the way his heart rate picks up pace when you walk in the room.
It’s as if he has no control over his own body when you’re around. He can’t stand the way his palms sweat more around you. You don’t seem to pick up on the way you affect him in every way possible either. You’re just doing your job, yet it’s bothering him. In conclusion he needs to avoid you at all costs.
He hates how meticulous you are.
Ironic, he knows he’s the pot calling the kettle black. Either way, you are too good at your job as the media manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. You make sure all their social medias are up to date. You handle photography during practice, games, and other sponsorship events. None of that is the real issue it’s when your attention is on to him that the problem occurs. You’ve always made sure to sanitize your hands and then offer him some before touching him. If he’s ever handed anything to sign or hold you always and wordlessly offer him hand sanitizer afterwards too. His germaphobic tendencies aren’t a hard thing to notice, but for you to go out of your way to mimic these habits is strange to him. It makes him feel all jittery or maybe he’s getting sick.
He hates that you defend him.
He’s only ever had to speak to you in professional settings and even then it’s minimal. As soon as the paparazzi and some fans break through a barrier to bombard him with questions it’s you stepping in the way. Security was doing their job to usher everyone back behind the broken barrier, but you were the one to stop his fan girls from grabbing at him. You pushed them back and told him to just go to the locker room. He didn’t need defending; I mean he’s a 6’4” professional athlete, but why did it make him so flustered that you did that for him? Why does he feel hotter than he did before?
He hates the way the fans hate on you.
He understands why, but it’s not a valid reason to do so. The fans specifically his fans were pretty ruthless in picking you apart on social media. They criticized your relevance, your looks, and the way you spoke. After the incident with the barriers you hadn’t been as prevalent at practice or the last two games. It was probably MSBY’s way of trying to keep the spot light on the team rather than you. Speaking of which, you were still at the stadium before and after practices. You were mostly staying in your office. The window on the door to your office was angled so he could see you working while he was walking out of the stadium’s weight room. Not that he was worried that you had been fired.
He hates that you make him worry.
There was a few days where the team was going away for a tournament in South Korea. Their social media accounts were bustling with the updates about it and photos of all of them, yet you weren’t with them. In fact he hadn’t seen you at work for over a week. Which made him loathe the feeling of worry building up inside him. The team had noticed him being grumpier than usual and none other than Atsumu Miya had decided to pop the tension bubble. The two of them were sat next to each other on the plane ride to South Korea; this led to Atsumu asking why he was so obsessed with you. The death glare and the slight blush hitting the tips of Kiyoomi’s ears was enough to let Atsumu to back off. He gave Atsumu a lame excuse and told him to stop trying to set him up with anyone. It wasn’t the first time Atsumu had tried meddling in his teammate’s love life, but it was the first time that he was spot on with pointing out Kiyoomi’s problem. Whether he wanted admit it or not, you were on his mind a lot lately. He wasn’t obsessed with you or anything. He was only annoyed that even in your lack of presence has a bigger affect on him than he thought.
He hates your laugh.
It rings through the air at the stadium in South Korea. It’s not a bad laugh or weird sounding one either, but he hates that he knows it’s yours. Even when he can’t see you. In all honesty, he could probably pin point the sound in a crowd of laughter. With your laughter comes your radiant smile and sweet dimples too. He knows you’re here with them professionally, but a part of him longs to know if you’ve been feeling the same things he has. He wonders if his gaze makes your heart skip a beat or if the sound of his voice make you feel as though the room’s temperature had increased. He must surely be sick if that’s what his mind is focusing on right now.
He hates that he wants to show off more now that you’re here.
During all the first day matches Kiyoomi dominated with his spikes. His receives were perfect for Atsumu every time and not a single complaint came from their coach or Atsumu. There was something about this last match of the day that made him hungrier than ever for a winning spike. He was competitive no matter what, but the way the guys on the bench for the other team were eyeing you up pushed him over the edge. It was as though there was a feral rage burning in his veins. Atsumu seemed to catch on pretty quickly as he followed Kiyoomi’s eyes over to the other team’s ace trying to chat you up.
He hates how possessive you make him feel.
Although they won and he got the winning point he can’t help but still feel that hunger. His teammates were all celebrating in the locker room, but he was lost in his thoughts. He showered in silence and didn’t say much more than a ‘thanks’, ‘you too’, or give a pat on the back of his teammates. They all exited the locker room until it was just him under the water of the shower. Atsumu had called out to him to hurry up so they could head back to the hotel. He steps out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. He realized he left his clean clothes in his bag over by the lockers and goes over to where he had set his gym bag. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you had come in. Atsumu had told you that there was a nice welcome sign for the team in there. Which was true, but he hadn’t told you that Sakusa was still in there.
He hates how easily flustered you become.
You’re both adults, but your face turned crimson almost instantaneously. You saw him standing there with just a towel draped dangerously low around his waist. You quickly apologized and with a bow then ran out of the locker room. It’s annoying how fast his heart is hammering in his chest and how the blood circulation down in his groin had become more prevalent. He wondered if you were standing outside in the hall way thinking the same thing. Why now of all times is he getting a massive hard on? Is it because the dreams he’s been having of you two fooling around in the MSBY locker rooms? No, he can’t let his mind wander like that right now. He needed to get dressed and hide his raging boner as everyone was waiting on him so they could go to the hotel.
He hates how you’re okay with accepting less than what you deserve.
The team’s manager fumbled big time in the hotel bookings. There was supposed to be one single bed room and then seven double bed rooms. The single bed room was for supposed to be for you considering you’re the only woman on this trip; however the hotel clerk had confirmed that only the seven double bed rooms were booked. You offered to just book a room for yourself with your own money and get reimbursed later, but the hotel was fully booked out for the evening. They offered to get you a room at one of their other locations, but it was on the opposite side of the city from where the stadium was. Instead of trying to find another hotel for yourself, Atsumu suggested you room with him and Sakusa. It was far too late to argue, so you agreed to this plan. If looks could kill, the look Kiyoomi gave Atsumu Miya would’ve killed him right where he stood. The three of you headed up to your room and saw that there was a small couch. You told them both that as long as you could borrow a pillow and blanket from one of them that the couch would be sufficient enough for you to sleep on. Before either of them could protest you made it clear they were both far too tall for that couch. It was only logical for the shortest person to sleep there. With that settled the three of you took turns getting ready for bed.
He hates that he enjoys your warmth.
He couldn’t sleep, maybe it was the way he couldn’t stop thinking about how your pupils dilated when you saw him in just a towel earlier. He once again had a massive erection and this time it wasn’t going anywhere unless he did something about it. He could hear both yours and Atsumu’s steady breathing which confirmed that you both were asleep. His muscles were definitely sore and tired from the matches earlier. It was his mind that kept him awake, so he decided to head to the bathroom to take care of his not so little problem. He thought back on his dreams of the two of you as if they were memories. He hates how perverted it is to know you were asleep on the other side of the door; meanwhile he was touching himself to the ways he wanted to fuck you. Wondering if you’d like it if he pulled your hair while taking you from behind, or better yet would you pull his hair as he worshipped you with his mouth. With these thoughts freely going through his mind it didn’t take long for him to get close. What he hadn’t realized is that he had accidentally woken you up with the light from the bathroom. He was at the edge of orgasm when he heard you call out his name from behind the door. The rippling effect it had on his body was more than he could handle and he orgasmed hard. He bit his hand in order to cover for the fact that he most definitely would have moaned in response. You knocked lightly and called out his name again as to not wake up Atsumu. This time he opened the door to you who was too tired to realize he was slightly out of breath and how disheveled he looked. You asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t okay, you looked so beautiful in such a soft and natural way. Maybe the post but clarity was hitting harder this time. He tried to gather himself to answer you, but the best he could say was that his mind was too active to sleep. He thinks he must be dreaming or worse hallucinating when after he says that, you ask him if he wanted you to talk to him until he fell asleep. Regardless of whether it was real or not he didn’t hesitate to pull you over to his bed where you both got under the covers. Normally, he’d never do this with anyone, but he supposes you aren’t just anyone. You’ve captured his heart and attention in a way no one else has. You’ve invaded his thoughts in both conscious and subconscious. Now all he wants is you reciprocating this same mentality. He listens for a while as you ramble on about whatever new camera is coming out and the cool shutter settings it has. Eventually you both had fallen asleep, because when he woke up he felt the warmth of your body against his own. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and your arms draped around him. He noticed that his own arms had somehow wrapped around you too. The peace it brought him knowing you hadn’t gotten out of his bed after he fell asleep was ruined by a certain faux blonde’s phone making a shutter sound. Someday, Kiyoomi would be grateful for Atsumu capturing this moment forever on camera, but today was not that day.
Kiyoomi Sakusa still hates most people, but you aren’t most people to him anymore.
In which you find no way out of the most absurd wedding tradition of all time — the garter toss
pairing. groomsman! sakusa kiyoomi x bridesmaid! reader
warnings. no pronouns, f anatomy! reader, peer pressure, biting, soft dom! sakusa, he calls you pretty a lot, he uses the pet name ‘baby’, light choking, he wears a condom but discards it later on, handjob, slight humiliation, slight corruption, deepthroating, slight gagging, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of alcohol, edging, slight praise kink, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare!!!! I love him this is a lot I know
word count. 6.1k
an. this is one of my fav fics that I’ve ever written, speaking as an omi girlie myself ;; this is also rewritten & reposted <3
꒰ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 — 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 ꒱
“Flower girls, please save the petals for when you walk down the aisle. And please, behave,” the coordinator says with hints of sweetness in his voice. He dusts off a few petals that got on his sleeves from a playful dispute between the little girls. Later, he requests for the older (and the more collected) bunch — the bridesmaids and the groomsmen — to be in their places in exactly five minutes.
You don’t really know much of the people here, save for a few bridesmaids and the bride herself, all of whom you’ve been friends with ever since high school. A few minutes ago, at the very brief orientation for the entourage, you stiffened when they announced who you’re getting paired with — a tall man with black wavy hair swept to one side, two prominent moles on the right side of his forehead, dark piercing eyes, and the rest of his face hidden behind a mask. Not that you’re complaining or anything, he just seems like he didn’t want to be there.
The coordinator darts his eyes back and forth from his clipboard onto the pairs falling in line but fixes his gaze on your partner who’s about an arm’s length away from you.
“Kiyoomi-san, please take it off just for the ceremony.”
Your partner gives his offender a sinister look, furrowing his brows before ultimately giving in — taking a deep sigh as he hooks his fingers on the loops of his mask.
Your head subconsciously draws back upon seeing his whole face, eyes fluttering, completely taken by how soft the entirety of his face looks regardless of the spiteful demeanor he gave off.
Mesmerized, you watch him slowly glance from the ground up as he folds his mask, keeping it deep in one of his pockets. As soon as your eyes locked, he cocks a brow, and the realization kicks in that you have just been caught ogling him.
between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.
people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.
it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it’s the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.
it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.
and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that “if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime” and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.
you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜
sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,
word count ⋆ 12.6k (12,607) genre ⋆ fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, college au ━ gn!reader
the question comes to him one autumn night, surrounded by his friends and the chilly november breeze, asked by, who he assumes to be, just another nobody looking for money: what is it that you desire most, boy? the psychic asks, her saccharine smile forgotten when he looks into the crystal ball and all he ends up seeing is you. alternatively: miya atsumu is not in love. what the hell? who would ever suggest something like that?
warnings ⋆ alcohol consumption, mutual pining, denial of feelings!!! lots of it!! and with this denial comes some stupid decisions!!! author’s note ⋆ ive actually like never been to the psychic before so if its inaccurate im so sorry ….. it’s not really a big part of the plot though so hopefully u can overlook it 😭
o. Desire
This is a scam, is Atsumu’s first thought when he takes a seat inside the tent and finds himself face-to-face with a crystal ball.
People like this are dangerous — his twin brother never lets anyone forget it. They take advantage of an individual’s fear of the unknown and they make money off it. It’s genius, because even the strongest people can become weak to something as mundane as self-proclaimed clairvoyants setting base near a college campus.
Atsumu supposes he’s no exception. Even if Bokuto was the one who forced him to do this in the first place.
❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers
ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid to show you off.
not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it’s my first time to write for him agh!
you arrived a bit… early.
apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you’re the first person in line for ticket check.
“are you…(y/n)?” the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.
“yes. why?” you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.
“hm, i need you step aside for a moment.” he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. “someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!” the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.
you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person’s inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn’t question any of them, heck he didn’t even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.
“am i in trouble?” you ask.
“no.” he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.
“then why am i being on hold?” you didn’t want to irk him by asking too many questions but he’s isn’t supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.
he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.
“he didn’t tell you?” he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.
“who’s ‘he’?” the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.
are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn’t mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.
the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.
“hm, worry not. sato’s here. he will assist you inside.” you don’t even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. “she’s (y/n).”
“yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her.” the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.
aka: you and sakusa are trying to keep your relationship under wraps from the rest of the team and break the news slowly. key word trying. gone wrong.
warnings: none, really, just humor/bantering/insults, fluff. also sakusa is sweet towards you. idc if you think he’s mean, I just think he’s so soft with his partner. miya twins and reader have been friends since before the timeskip but it’s only briefly mentioned. ONE suggestive line by Hinata… mildly suggestive at the very end.
notes: I ADORE this piece, it might be one of my favourite fics of mine. I kinda wanna do an MSBY manager series with the different guys… anyone interested? Also- every time I was mean to Atsumu in this fic I felt actual pain. I love him too much.
there is… a LOT of dialogue in this fic. just so you know.
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“Kiyoomi, stop,” you laughed as you pushed you boyfriend back slightly.
He had an early practice the next morning (technically as his team manager you did, too) but he was currently standing in the front hall of your apartment, arms wrapped around you and pressing kisses to your face.
“No,” he said in between kisses, smiling slightly, “why should I?”
You didn’t have a good enough reason to give him and he knew that. He continued his actions and you sighed.
“Kiyoomi, you and I both know that I’d be more than happy to let you spend the night, but if we show up tomorrow in the same car for the second time this month, the guys are going to get suspicious.”
Sakusa sighed. “I know, I just want to appreciate you a little longer. I feel bad for keeping my distance at practice today. Meian is probably onto us and I wanted to redirect his focus.”
You smiled at him. “I’m sure he’s already figured it out. Better him than the trouble trio.”
