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SLEEP THE NIGHT — miya atsumu

Type: Standalone Movie (One-Shot Fiction)

Cast: Miya Atsumu

Storyline: Tonight, he want to be the best boyfriend that he could be.

Genre: Drama, Slice of Life

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Nishinoya

reblog with answer: which haikyuu character did you have a crush on first?

angst makes me angry but i read it anyways🥳

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

what the fuck is wrong with this fandom fr. yall sending hate to the va’s who are trying to lighten the mood for the genshin community and who did NOTHING wrong with the stream yesterday. what the fucking fuck is wrong with this fandom.

pls reblog ‼️

So...I did a thing.

I was scrolling through tik tok and got a post about Yagami Yato.

Someone commented, “y’all still listen to Yagami yato?”

Me being confused as to what she could’ve done, checked out more comments.

They said that it’s because she “sexualizes minors”.

First off, no. She ages them up for one. Two, BNHA is a flash back so they aren’t kids anymore, haikyuu has a Timeskip where they are literally adults. Where the fuck do you see minors?

So I commented, saying just that.

They’re profile picture is literally the Miya twins kissing.

You have no right to be shaming people for having comfort characters or loving characters when you are shipping fucking twins.

This is why I fucking hate people.

I’ll keep you updated.

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miya atsumu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: in which you're the best prize miya atsumu could ever ask for.

"you'll be mine soon enough, i'll show ya!" the faux blond exclaims, pointing directly at you as he runs towards inarizaki's gym, where you assume volleyball practice is held.

you scoffed, too late for any sort of smart retort as atsumu runs away from you, disappearing from your sight when he slides the gymnasium doors shut behind him. that's what he gets for being late to practice since he was too busy talking to you.

atsumu's always been too cocky for his own good. however, as much as his confidence annoyed you, it also intrigued you and there isn't a quality about the boy you'd want to change. no one has ever tried as hard as miya atsumu has for your affection, and it creates a warmth in your chest you've never felt before.

you would never let miya atsumu know that. despite the irritating, constant buzzing that was the blond setter, you've developed quite the soft spot in your heart for him. but to be caught in the middle of his hectic lifestyle, fan club and busy schedule wasn't appealing.

so you turn down his every advance.

on the other hand, the consistent rejections was what kept him hanging on to you, and he was shameless about it too. with everything in life coming easily to him, atsumu finally found a challenge.

and it just so happened that he developed an uncontrollable infatuation along the way.

"yer gotta stop goin' after people who don't want ya," osamu comments nonchalantly, watching his miserable interaction with you, alongside suna.

"it's funny though," the middle blocker comments, tucking away his phone after having filmed that whole scene, and atsumu is so close to punching his friends.

"i'll be the last one laughin', just ya wait and see!" angrily exclaims the setter who storms away to warm up with the rest of the team.

and he indeed was the last one laughing, because days later, atsumu proposes to you that if inarizaki wins the prelim tournament for nationals, you'd go out with him on a date. an offer which you accepted without hesitation because of how enthusiastic he seemed about the idea, letting your guard down.

how could you say no to a pretty face like that?

and he was the last one laughing, because inarizaki always makes it to the tokyo nationals and always wins the prefecture tournament. as the last point is secured and the score is finally settled, atsumu points directly to where you sat amongst the regular crowd (you had it in you to be petty enough to sit away from the school section).

as the gasps and murmurs of inarizarki's cheer squad fill the gymnasium, you respond with a double thumbs up, paired with a cheerful smile. osamu and suna (and the rest of the volleyball team) share a knowing look as their friend laughs to no one in particular.

you decide to remain in your seat for the awards ceremony but sneaked out as soon as you could to beat the rush of people- much to atsumu's dismay, who scoured the room three times for you.

he's convinced you left and that you just broke his heart with so little effort.

but, he's the last one laughing, because you're waiting for him outside the gymnasium; holding his favourite box of chocolates as a small token of 'congratulations'.

atsumu can't ignore the way his heart flutters when he spots you near inarizaki's bus, alongside other parents, but you're the only person that matters as the faux-blond runs to you eagerly.

"congratulations!" was the first thing you said to him. "you played really well today."

your praise shines upon him like a ray of sunlight, his insides melting like honey as he smiles brightly at you, "well, i did have someone special watchin'."

"you're such a dork," you chuckled regardless, handing him the gift in your hands. "i got you something."

"thank ya. i thought yer left," atsumu shyly confesses as he opens the packaging, greeted with the sight of a bunch of wrapped sweets inside the box.

"aww, were you sad?" you affectionately joked, crossing your arms and wrapping your jacket closer around your body.

"yeah! thought yer were about to let me down."

you couldn't help but laugh, and it's music to atsumu's ears. "not this time, miya, not this time. so when's that date?"

and he's the last one laughing, because years later, at a msby match against ejp- the victory acquired by the former, atsumu finds you as he always does in the stands and points, holding up his medal.

this time, you stay in your seat and cheer for miya atsumu, as his fiancé.

# GOOD BOY ! !

➵ PAiRiNG. SUNA RiNTARŌ X F!READER

➵ WARNiNGS. stepcest, age gap (11 years), mommy issues, daddy issues, creampie, lactation (tiny bit), voyeurism, mommy kink, sub/dom (suna is sub for a little while), virginity lost?, oral (f. receiving), pregnancy n kid mention, cheating, step-son suna/step-mom reader, corruption kink sort of, suna is rlly .. innocent but also not, his dad is an ass.. emotional abuse maybe?

➵ A/N. UGH this took so long sorry!! pls heed the warnings !! not proofread or edited bc i can’t bother n i should be doing paperwork 😄 !! would’ve posted this on dilfsuna ,, but it’s pretty gross.. also the storyline makes no sense, like there’s no flow.... n for reference, suna’s dad is like . 20 years older than reader <//3 if i missed any tws don’t hesitate to tell me!! also yes the header is . very big <//3 also the POV and like,, tense shifts around quite a bit bc m stupid 😄 reblogs n feedback appreciated !’

Rintarō was young when his mother left. He doesn’t remember her at all, his father was barely present throughout his childhood. Always leaving him with his grandparents or with the maid and occasionally, a babysitter. Their relationship was strained to say the least, however there was one constant all throughout his childhood and teen years.

When he was only at the tender age of seven, Rintarō went to a wedding only to find out his father was marrying a woman far too young for him. Of course, at the time Rintarō didn’t see anything bad about it, didn’t know why people talked so badly about his father and his new step-mother who he would grow to adore greatly. But looking back on it, Rintaro thinks his father is a sick pervert for plucking an eighteen year old girl fresh out of school and dropping her straight into the role of step-mother.

You are the one thing Rintarō remembers. You were the only good thing then and it’s still like that now. He can never forget the day he met you, when you crouched down, so pretty and sweet as you promised to take care of him for the rest of your life. He’d fallen in love right then and there, always clinging to your leg and finding comfort in you much more than he ever did his father.

At sixteen, Rintarō could think of nothing but you. Once, when Miya Atsumu made some offhanded comment about how sexy you were, just as stupid teenage boys do, Rintarō had felt a fit of rage consume his being. It was as if he blanked out, because he didn’t remember punching Atsumu hard enough to break his nose.

Then you, gentle as ever, had come to pick him up from the Principal’s office. You’d cupped his cheeks like the caring mother you were and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, telling him that it was okay. Mistakes can happen. ‘I know you’re a good boy’ you had said when in the car, one hand on the wheel and the other reaching over the gearshift to hold his hand in your small one. Just the simple act of a mother comforting her son but Rintarō had seen it very differently.

On his eighteenth birthday, Rintarō only wished for one thing. Now that he was legal - now that he was an adult, would this mean he could confess the truth to you? That he’d never seen you as his step-mother, but rather as someone he’d been deeply infatuated with, madly in love with for eleven long years. Eleven years.

(The gap between you and Rintarō is eleven years and he thinks it’s why he cherishes the odd number so much.)

And so, after a long night of celebration, Rintarō watched as you retired to bed. He got up and crept after you, always a quiet boy. He’d learnt how to be silent when all his father did was hush him and tell him to go play with the maid, dulling the poor child’s natural curiosity and playfulness.

He couldn’t tell you what he originally wanted too, but he did watch. Eyes wide open as he peeked through the crack in your bedroom door, taking out your hair, removing your makeup. Something he had seen you do often, but then it happened. Your hands dragging down the straps of the muted pink dress you wore tonight to look extra pretty, dolled up for Rintarō and no one else. He’d never seen a girl naked before, in porn sure, but not like this. Not up close - and it certainly wasn’t his step-mother in those videos. Now he’s here, eyes raking up your figure with a fervid intensity. He feels hot. His mouth dry, tongue heavy.

Mistakenly, he nudges the door and before you can turn around to see him lurking in the shadows - Rintarō scrambles away to his room.

You didn’t catch him. Thank fuck.

That night, each time he closed his eyes, all Rintarō could see was the silhouette of your figure. Your body is ingrained in his memory to this very day, just from that one snippet. He still knows you have a mole on the lower left side of your back, and a stretch mark on your right hip. (He constantly wonders if anything has changed, if the image in his head is just an outdated memory.)

“Rintarō,” his father addresses him gruffly one evenly, Suna Rintarō is twenty-one when you and his father announce your pregnancy. His heart cracks completely but he hides it behind a snarky comment hinting at the fact he’d assumed his father was impotent. (That earns him a smack to the back)

By the time he turns twenty-two, he’s blessed by the arrival of his little sister. Rintarō moves back in to help you with her. His father is absent as always, he disappeared quite promptly after his daughter's birth with the excuse of work. Rintarō doubts that. His father is a disgusting and pathetic excuse of a husband.

“You’re such a good boy, Rin,” you tell him just like you do all the time, “you always have been. I’m so lucky to have you.”

He offers a thin lipped smile in response, too taken by the sight of what is essentially a mini him cradled in your arms. Rinako has his eyes, though they’re softer in colour and her face is rounder, much more like you. She’s a blend of you and him. Rintarō craves for a life where he’s in his father’s position, he’s your husband and he’s Rinako’s father.

“Mom?” At your step-son’s voice, you look up from the stove and before you can protest—

He kisses you. Hard. And you don’t make the move to pull away.

“Mom,” Rintarō repeats in a whispery tone, desperation seeping into voice. “Please,” he sounds like the little boy you once knew, the vulnerable little angel who followed you around like a duckling and shyly slipped hand-dawn pictures of the two of you under your bedroom door. He’s asking to give himself to you, asking you to taint him. How could you take advantage of your very own step-son?

He has grown into an awfully handsome man, taller and broader than his father, they both share those stunning eyes. The same pointed nose too, but his lips are clearly from his mother. Pink and pouty, the bottom one is quivering, big hands tugging on the hem of your apron like he did when he was just a young boy.

In the back of your mind, that thought pops up once, you’re exploiting his love for you. But how can you resist him, how could you deny him this when he seems so fragile? You know for a fact he’s a hundred times better than his father, Rintaro is a good boy, he’s stuck by your side and helped you through thick and thin. So is it so wrong, that over these past couple of years, you’ve fallen for your step-son? He’s much more present and persistent in your life than your husband ever is, you felt so lonely in those short couple of months when Rintarō moved out. A profound emptiness in your heart that was only filled when he came back.

He doesn’t want to forget. He wants to do it again and he does, this time there’s a little resistance on your side; small hands pressing against his chest to get him off. Ultimately, you fail, bunching the fabric of his shirt and only pulling him closer. Closer and closer and closer, arms enveloping his form as your chest is pressed flush against his. “Rin—“ you yelp as he nips the skin of your neck, nosing along your neck before he pushes his nose into your cleavage.

You raise your hand to his head, carding your fingers through his hair and he purrs like a kitten, teeth catching the neck of your top and urging you to take it off. So you do. Because you could never say no to Rintarō, he’s such a good boy. The knot of your apron is untied and your shirt is slipped off and dropped on the kitchen floor. No bra, Rintaro mentally notes.

Almost instantly, his pout latches onto your nipple, suckling away like a tiny kitten. The taste of buttery almond fills his mouth and Rintarō almost jumps away in surprise. Milk. Of course, you’re still breastfeeding. Rather than being disgusted, he wants you more, he pulls away to look at you. A droplet of milk on his pink lips as he moves forward once more to kiss you, “mommy, please. I’ve been so good for you.” Rintarō begs, “I’ve been waiting so long for you, please, mommy. Saved myself just for you.”

That surprises you, while you had never seen Rintarō bring a girl home — you assumed such a handsome young man was neck deep in sex and parties and girls. But then again, Rintarō is a good boy, and he’s your good boy. So why would he ever give himself away to some silly little girl when he can have his step-mother.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of you, hm?” You hum, taking a shaky breath and undressing him slowly. Gently, you run a hand down his chest, nails scraping against his nipples and Rintarō jerks, incredibly responsive and sensitive to your touch.

“Please, mommy,” he whimpers and you feel as if it’s your duty to just help the poor boy out, one of your smaller hands resting on the clear bulge through his jeans.

“Rintarō… did you really wait just for me?” You ask, somehow flattered by a gesture others would consider sickening. He only nods, going slack jawed when you let his cock out of its confines and move your thumb along the tip. He’s big. Bigger than his father. Prettier too, with a fine patch of hair at the base and a vein which runs along the underside. Uncut on the fat and pink. Pink like the colour of his cheeks and his pretty pout. He rests his head against your shoulder, overwhelmed with just your little hand pumping his cock.

It feels so different, so much better when it’s the woman of your dreams fulfilling the fantasy you’ve spent so many years pondering about. This is better than all of that. The real thing is so much better. Rintarō feels like he could bust anytime soon, but he won’t. He wants to cum inside. Inside of his gorgeous step-mother, the love of his life.

“Ngh— please… can I touch you, mommy?” He breathes out, fingers ghosting over your thighs as he hesitates lifting your short skirt up. The nod you give him is enough, trembling as he hikes it up and hooks his fingers in the band of your panties to pull them off.

Almost naked, but he doesn’t want to make you forgo the skirt when it looks so nice. Just like you always have, for as long of Rintarō can remember, you’ve worn that same fit of skirt. Pleated, tight at the waist and flaring out. As if his father had never given you the chance to grow out of your school girl years.

Rintarō likes them. It’s all so you. His eyes don’t know where to focus when you situate yourself on the kitchen counter, giving him access to your glistening cunt entirely. He’s slow, excited but nervous you won’t like it, he might embarrass himself with the lack of skill.

“Go on, I know you can do it. You’re such a good boy.” The same words you always tell him are said with something different, lust and provocation.

Crouching down, Rintarō finds himself face to face with your pussy. One lick and he swears he’s addicted, you’re the forbidden fruit and he can’t help but take a bite bite. Sweet, your cunt is sweet like honey and peaches on his tongue. His worry is forgotten when preoccupied like this, eyes closed as he buries his face deep between your thighs. The moans and soft whimpers that escape your lips are quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, music to his ears.

Sucking on your clit, Rintarō looks up at you, eyes lidded and narrowed. His pupils are blown out, consumed by his carnal desire for you. “That’s right,” you croon, patting his head as praise, “you’re doing so good, honey.” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your toes are curling and Rintarō assumes you’re going to cum. Just from his tongue alone. The surge of power and confidence that rushes through him is incredible, he even has the guts to manhandle you. Roughly, he maneuvers your body until it’s in the perfect position. Back against the kitchen cupboards, his body slotted in the middle of your legs as he presses his hard cock against your core.

His eyes shine with need, but Rintarō is a good boy. He waits for your signal and then he tries to push in, finding it too slippery. Clumsy and inexperienced, he can’t get his dick in, thin brows drawn together in frustration. “Hey, it’s okay,,” you don’t laugh at him, don’t mock him, just grip his shaft and rub the tip up and down your slit, guiding it towards your tight hole. He inhales sharply, hand slamming against the cabinet and his eyes squeezed shut. “You can do it when you're ready, okay, Rin?”

He grunts in affirmation, calming his rapid breathing before ever so slowly sliding his cock into your hole. Tight and hot and wet. He can’t think straight, dumbstruck by your cunt. “Mom—“

“____,” you correct (he doesn’t repeat it), nails digging into his back when he starts to get the hang of this. Rintarō is a quick learner, a little sloppy with his thrusts but his cock is just so big and fat. Hitting just the right spots. He’s strong, each slam of his hips making your body jolt so hard he has to hold you still. Your nails scrape down his broad shoulders, surely leaving deep marks.

Rintarō has never felt like this, his fist could never do this justice. He’s being sucked in by your gummy walls, greedy pussy squeezing him so hard— so fucking small and tiny. He’s surprised his dick can even fit. “God, why do you need that sleazy old fucker?” He groans out, most definitely referring to his father.

The snark in his tone catches you off his guard. You don’t respond, you don’t want to think about your husband when his son is balls deep in your pussy.

“Why can’t you just be mine? I love you,” he confesses those words he’s been wanting to say for so long, forehead resting on yours. “I love you, mommy.” Rintarō’s mouth drops open, you’re milking him for all he’s worth, clenching and tightening around his dick.

He can’t cum yet. Rintarō fumbles but after a few seconds, he finds your little bud, rubbing circles and grinding his hips into you. The pressure building in your core reaches a breaking point and he has you gushing like a broken faucet all over his fat cock, the length of his cock coated in your creamy slick. Rintarō follows soon, having already been pushing himself to limits.

His load is too much for your little pussy to hold, dripping out and staining your skirt, smattering the counter and some even lands on the floor. Rintarō stills, panting as he takes your hands in his.

The two of you are silent, for different reasons. While Rintarō basks in the aftermath of his orgasm, your guilty conscience starts gnawing away at you. Not only have you cheated on your husband, but with his own son. The boy you vowed to protect and love for the rest of your life, your innocent step-son who’s vulnerability you’ve exploited. But how could you reject him? Anytime you look into his eyes you’re weakened by the sight of them. Seeing only that same cherubic boy you met so many years ago.

“You’re such a good boy, Rin,” you tell him, just like you always do when something goes wrong. Because it’s never Rintarō’s fault. He’s too much of a good boy. Too sweet for his own good.

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- Are you fucking serious? After all these years as best friends you have fucked my boyfriend? That was your worst mistake, you blonde slut. After this party is over be ready to answer to me. I’m not a girl who can be pushed around and you should know that very well. I’m gonna beat your pussy with mine so badly that you never break a relationship with it again.