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suna shelly
i really try to cure my artblock
happy birthday rin, AAAAAAA how to get rid from artblock....
this artblock killin me, I CANT EVEN DRAW PROPERLY 😭😭
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i think i should go to therapist, like i can feel something wrong with me....
oc x cc, i wanna finish this wip mini comic, later then 😭
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planning on inarizaki maid series, but i just dont have enough energy on weekdays 😭
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planning on inarizaki maid series, but i just dont have enough energy on weekdays 😭
Suna Rintarou is possessive
He’s possessive in the quiet way. Lingering behind you in the store. Sharp eyes catching the eyes of anyone who dares to look for longer than a second. His voice raising, just a fraction, with every pet name that leaves his lips.
His hands always managed to find you. Your hips, your hands, your face. His hand even rests comfortably in your back pocket while the two of you walk down the street. Dipping down to mumble in your ear every now and then. "Baby, watch out, you're going to run into them."
His hands were always gently guiding you, contrasting the way his eyes narrowed at every man who stared at you. His palms linger on your body, as if tracing the paths of the eyes lingering on your curves. Fingers gently pulling down the short skirt you wore, even though it rode up with each step you took.
Eyes catching each time your top rose up your stomach, or your neckline plunged too low. He never made you change, wouldn’t even dare to ask. He just quietly watched, fingers pulling gently at the fabric each time it moved a bit too far along your body. A gentle pat landing on your backside each time he stood up after fixing your skirt.
He was never overbearing. Always giving you space, letting you wander as far as you wanted. Though he never lost sight of you. And you never seemed without him, faint marks lingering on your neck. Lipstick smudged, just barely, at the corner of your mouth. The various pieces of jewelry catching the light just enough to bring attention.
Suna Rintarou is possessive, but only enough to make his presence known.
suna maid doodle
it is a fact that suna rintarou likes his girls a little mean. mean in the way you tilt your head playing dumb so the person who made fun of you has to repeat their words to expose their idiocy. someone who didn't sweeten her words, a girl who scoffed at him when he was being an idiot with the twins.
you, who roll your eyes as a habit when someone is being an idiot instead of just ignoring them. you, who called someone an asshole to their face one, ready to fight, and he who just stood behind you and said "yeah, you heard her", ready to follow you into battle. you, his yet to be girlfriend, who snapped back at him. who looks at him like he's interesting, but not impressive enough to her standards.
the girl who moves around the EJP raijin arena like she belongs there. the one who wears his jersey—even when you two are nothing yet—raising an eyebrow at the dirty looks the jealous fangirls shoot you as if saying 'you really think you look better than me?' as you cross your pretty legs and lean on your seat, expecting suna to entertain you.
you who catch him staring before the game and approach as he's warming up and say "rintarou, i just want you to remember one thing for tonight". stepping into his space, fingers straightening the collar of his jersey with immense confidence.
sunarin who lifts a brow, amused and tries to guess "that... winning isn't everything...?"
you, whose voice is light and loaded with a smug smile as you pat his chest twice, laughing at his stupid inference "nobody likes a loser"
suna, who smirks as he watches you go and touches his chest right where your warmth can be felt. rintarou who likes being bossed around by you and only you.
a/n: i have this hc that suna, sakusa, and kageyama like their girls a bit mean<3
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It's so peaceful here omg i might like this platform