THE MASKED BOSS | BOKUTO KOUTARO [I]

FOR MY YELENA SIMPS

ILL MAKE A CLEARER ONE SOON

# 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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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

If they had to give Endeavor a redemption arc, I’m glad it culminated in this instead of a forced suddenly happy family

here's my masterlist ig

Hiii, Can I request Bnha boys (Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima and Kaminari) reacting to their s/o having not one, not two but TRIPLETS. Earlier, My auntie announces that she's having triplet. I was sure, I saw a few in a verge of fainting.

If it's alright with you, thank you!

｡*ﾟ+ ↳ GAH DAYUM?! TRIPLETS?!-- oh my fucking gawd,,, lmfao anyways sure ig? i hate babies and pregnancy but i can make it for you. good luck for your auntie then,, aha :) feel free to request more!!

todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, kaminari and kirishima reacting to their s/o having triplets.

todoroki shouto

baby would be so shocked,

like, "what?! we're having triplets?!", but no tho, don't get the wrong idea, he'd be so damn happy from finding that shit out.

"did we really?", he asks

"did we really what?", you ask back confusedly

"did we really fuck that hard to the point we're having triplets?", he asks ever so bluntly making you blush almost the same color of his scar.

when you're having mood swings, cravings, oh shit, that would be 3x times more than normal.

"oi, shouto, give some food. i want ice cream with anchovies and salmon.", he gets hella concerned and scared by your appetite but he understands since you're carrying his triplets.

"shouto, get out of my sight, you're shit. i hate you.", you say out of the blue making him look at you with shock and concern once again.

he knew your mood swings were bad as hell since you had triplets and decided to just do and follow what you wanted him to do.

leaving the room, "wait! where are you going?!", you ask him panicking. "uh, away from your sight, honey?"

"i'm sorry, please come back!", you tell him, then he comes back closer to you and engulfing you in a soft hug.

"no, on second thought, why'd you agree on leaving? tsk, i hate you.", you suddenly tell him, and it goes on and on and on.

he loves caressing your tummy while his slender fingers are untangling the small tangles at the ends of your hair.

when the babies are kicking, it's hella painful for you since it hurts 3x than the other pregnant women having one baby only.

but when you go into labor, he would cry, tears if joy, cradling his two sons while yours was the girl.

"i love you, my love. thank you so much."

bakugou katsuki

when he found out you were having triplets, his face went on chibi-mode. like that one scene on the training camp? ahah, that.

unlike todoroki, this bitch bites back when you have mood swings, but goes as soft whenever you told him to get closer.

"oi, katsuki, get your large ass head out of there. you're covering the goddamn tv!", "oh, you get your small ass brain in the gutter!", then you start to cry.

he goes panic and guilt mode one.

"o-oh, i'm sorry! i didn't mean that!", it was as if he was having his own babies too since he has terrible mood swings just like you.

"i-it's okay.", you tell him while hugging his neck and calming your sobs down, the comforting silence made him calm down too, since it was the only times he get to see you calm down.

but out of nowhere you pull out of the hug and pulled his ear harshly making him yelp from the sudden movement.

"ah! what the hell, shitty woman?!", he asks you aggressively, "that's what you fucking get for disrespecting me, you dickhead."

he knows your appetite is fucked up.

"oi, katsuki, get me some sushi with yogurt as wasabi! got that?!", "what the fuck is up with your appetite you godda- AH! STOP IT, IT FUCKING HURTS LET ME GO YOU DAMNED WOMAN!!", "try to tell me that when your carrying three fucking babies, bitch."

when he gets home, he has that face, like when you get told to do something you don't want to, yes. that's the face.

whenever the babies kick, he would aggressively rub your belly. but not aggressive, maybe, aggressively soft (?)

a sucker for rubbing your tummy. periodt.

when you get into labor, just like todoroki he would tear up happily.

"tsk, i promise to protect our family. i love you y/n."

midoriya izuku

now, now, he would cry. like so much. well, not in agony tho, but in happiness.

he would thank the obstetrician over and over for taking the check-up.

when you got home, he would cry again but now hugging you tightly in his arms.

"i love you, y/n", with a kiss on your lips softly.

just like todoroki, he would be concerned about your appetite, and mood swings.

one time he was sleeping peacefully but got woken up because of you shaking him harshly while muttering his name over and over, repeatedly.

"izuku! izuku, wake the fuck up!", you tell him.

"wha-what?", he yawns, still regaining consciousness from the sudden motion.

"buy me food will ya?", "y/n, baby, it's literally three in the morning. why are you even awake now?", "cuz of the babies, izu. buy me cereals but the milk should be orang- no. make the grape juice."

he gets hella scared by your appetite.

whenever you had mood swings, he would most likely follow every bit of what you're telling him because you tend to get really scary whenever you did those.

in labor, he would cry again, super hard with joy. not you having the second hand embarrassment but you cried with him too, since you finally saw your babies.

"thank you so much. i love you y/n."

kirishima eijirou

he goes full on shock.

like, "WE'RE REALLY HAVING TRIPLETS, BABY?!", "uh, yeah, please calm down, hun."

he's a total crackhead when it comes to your appetites, "hey, eijirou, can you buy me hotdogs with milk?", "sure love, do you want more? i can buy you more than one!".

whenever you had mood swings, he just smiles and follows you because he knows what you're going through.

he hates it when you suffer through the babies' kicking, because it hurts 3x more than normal so he just kisses you all over while caressing your tummy so you would calm down.

he loves you so much, i mean like so much and would do anything for you and the babies.

when you got into labor, he will panic and won't know what to do so he just stands there while kissing and holding your hand while helping the doctor to convince you to push.

when the babies are finally seen, he cries, so happily, while kissing their foreheads over and over and over again.

"i love you all so much."

kaminari denki

oh shit, now this would be a fun ride.

"OH REALLY?! WE'RE HAVING TWIN- NO TRIPLETS?!", so so energetic and giddy

he would play with the babies even though they're still in your tummy.

kisses every inch of your arms to hands since he knows you like it.

he gets super excited when he feels the babies kicking, not seeing you suffering inside.

he loves it when you have weird cravings since be finds it amusing and really weird, but in a good way. he would taste the food too, seeing whats so good about them that you always like to eat them?

denki would be the type to make you laugh to forget all of the pain you're feeling at makes you happy because as what they say, laughter is the best medicine.

tends to get really worried whenever the babies kick a bit too hard making you wince at the pain murmuring to stop it already.

whenever the labor starts to begin, his bubbly side goes away and replaces with a more worried person.

"y/n, you can do it. i know you can. just push, just push okay?!",

when he sees the babies, he would sit down and tell the nurse to put all the babies in his arms so they can feel their father with them.

cries while muttering i love yous and thank you so muchs.

"i love you all so much. so much i say."

fin.

- 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.

unexpected visit | sakusa k. 

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader word count, genre: 1.3k words, family au, fluff. warning: pregnancy mention.  summary: what was supposed to be an ordinary training day became a day full of surprises when sakusa’s little girl came running through the gym doors.

It’s almost lunchtime when the doors to the MSBY training gym opens and a shrill, cheery shout takes the attention of the players away from the practice match. 

“Papa!” The source of the voice comes running inside, her little feet taking her from across the door to the middle of the court where Sakusa was standing dumbfounded. His eyes are blown wide and it wasn’t until Atsumu chuckles and nudges his shoulder that he comes back to reality and catches his daughter in his arms. 

Shiomi’s eyes are sparkling with delight and her smile is as bright as the sun that the mere sight of it is enough to rid Kiyoomi of his exhaustion. He finds himself letting out his own chuckle, wiping her face of sweat and brushing away few strands of hair that have fallen astray on her face. 

“What are you doing here? Where’s your Mom?” 

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Hii, are you taking request? If it's not bothersome, that haikyuu as a parent was adorable XD and I would like to request something similar. How about Haikyuu as dads embarrassing their daughter/son, (maybe Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu) who would most likely do this 😂

HQ boys being embarrassing fathers

The length is pretty inconsistent depending on what situation I thought out for the character. I personally think I’m not that good with jokes he he he...

I HOPE U LIKE IT OMG

AND YES I TAKE IN REQUESTSSSS

Bokuto

We all know he is loud and we don’t even have to say it

You were usually the one who drives your daughter to school but today, you end up waking up late because a certain someone decided that you needed the extra sleep (yes he’s sweet but you have a meeting with the executives)

So you’ve now got two wonderful girls with Koutarou, they’re now 6 and 12 years old

“Koutarou don’t do anything weird, okay.” That was a fair warning for him but it goes right off his ear as soon as he zooms off because hE GETS TO DRIVE HIS PRINCESSES TO SCHOOL

Your youngest was the first he dropped off. He sent him off with a big smooch and an “I love you, little owl!” Your youngest shouted back an “I love you too!” to his daddy with a big grin before running off to her classroom.

The challenge came when he dropped off your eldest. Being in her school, your daughter doesn’t want everyone to see how much of a daddy’s girl she is so when Koutarou leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, she dodged

In a second, Koutarou’s hair deflated. Your daughter tried to reason, “Dad, not here. It’s my school!”

“Do you not love me anymore, baby owl? Have you found another guy to replace daddy?

“DAD, NO. You’re overreacting.”

“No, baby owl. You should kiss daddy when he wants one!” then he tries and leans in again but this time your daughter gets off the car and shuts the door on her father’s face leaving Koutarou to his despair

But alas, there’s a solution to it! Koutarou rolls down the window of his car and pops his head out and shouts “I LOVE YOU BABY OWL! HONEY BUNCH! MY SWEET LITTLE PUMPKIN!”

Your daughter is good as dead right then as the children around stared at her father, chuckling. Others even taking a video of what was happening. Your poor daughter is as red as a tomato as she bolted further into her school grounds.

“DADDY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK”

“Mom, save me.”

The video of that incident instantly graced the internet, going viral in under 24 hours. It was safe to say Koutarou is not allowed to drive your daughters to school again. But he’s happy he got his kiss from his eldest now.

 Oikawa

Another dude here that is sweet with his daughter. Literally pours his heart to his sweet little angel and gives her everything.

Sometimes, you fade into the background with these two.

One Saturday, your daughter came with company. To your horror, it was a guy named Hiro. Although decent looking, you don’t like the fact that she is engaging in romance as early as her age.

But Tooru thinks otherwise, “Oh? My sweet little angel has inherited my charm!”

Your daughter blushes at her father’s comment and pulls her company into the backyard. Settling on the bench swing in there.

It was fine and everything’s going good with him and her company until Tooru’s voice rang from inside.

“Y/D/N-chan and Hiro-kun sitting on a tree~ K I S S I N G ~”

Your daughter turned and found his dad cruelly comfortable leaning on the ledge of the window overseeing the backyard, toying with a rose that she recognized were the ones you bought to put in the vase at the living room

As if once is not enough, Tooru repeated the verse again. Your daughter felt like bURSTING

She put her face into her palms, furiously blushing. She turned to Hiro who is now awkwardly laughing at the sight of your husband. She tells him, “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry for the existence of my father. Don’t mind his presence.”

“OuCH! Y/N-chan! Why’d you do that?! I was only entertaining our visitor! Come here watch them with me.”

 Sawamura

HA you bet Daichi is the model father but yes, you are partially right. He’s pretty tight with some things but is still sweet. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t got some pretty embarrassing moments

You guys are in the mall for the weekend, shopping for new clothes as winter is approaching. You were separated from them when you followed a saleslady to find your size of the shoes you wanted

Your daughter was on her phone while her dad stood by her, shopping bags in his hands. He peeked into her phone a few times, finding her chatting with a guy. When she giggled to herself, it was peak protective father mode for Daichi “Sweetie, who are you talking to?”

“Oh. Just a friend, dad.”

Daichi scoffed to himself, skeptically glaring at the back of his daughter’s head. Thinking, “How could you lie to me, sweetie?”

Moments after, the father and daughter pair turned their heads to a guy’s voice calling out your daughter’s name. Daichi grew rigid as soon as he saw the boy

The boy, completely oblivious of Daichi’s mood, ran up to your daughter with arms spread. It was to Daichi’s horror that his daughter came into the guy’s arms and hugged him back. Daichi let them exchange a few words after but his aura is just hard to shake off with him staring hard at the guy. He soon bids goodbye, bowing at Daichi

But before he could go farther, Daichi talks to your daughter, rather LOUDLY.

“SWEETIE, I DON’T WANT YOU HUGGING RANDOM PEOPLE NEXT TIME” People around were already staring at them as Daichi continues his rant with a straight face

“Dad, geez, he’s a friend!”

“NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT THAT PERSON WILL MEET MY WRATH”

The next time your daughter had that friend over at your house along with some others, he was weirdly sweating and keeping very little space for himself

“Are you okay?” you asked the boy

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Mrs. Sawamura.”

Daichi smiled to himself while your daughter shook her head at the side in pure embarrassment

 Atsumu

Atsumu has a big internet fanbase. He also keeps all his accounts active, especially his twitter. Your son blocked him in almost every platform with the exception of Instagram and Facebook for formality.

Atsumu is, rather, a supportive father to your son.

Example number one: once, your son posted a sad quote in Facebook and Atsumu commented with “Let’s have a boys’ talk later, buddy” your son deleted the post

When Atsumu came home that night he went straight to your son’s room knocking at his door. Your son was quick to reject his father, “NO DAD. THANK YOU BUT NO.”

The next one was when your son advertised Osamu’s onigiris with a picturesque post over at IG and the piss-haired twin didn’t think before he commented, “I can make better onigiris than Samu, buddy.”

You came home that night with about two days’ worth of rice on the kitchen and Atsumu wildly rapping at your son’s door. “YOU HAVE TO TASTE THIS BUDDY THIS IS BETTER”