AITA FOR FUCKING MY SONS GIRLFRIEND? Aka Me Randomly Thinking About How Fanon!toji In Some Fics Would

˚‧ ✰  ˓ ˖ AITA FOR FUCKING MY SON’S GIRLFRIEND? aka me randomly thinking about how fanon!toji in some fics would be one of those guys to post in AITA on reddit for validation 😭

my son [21M] and i [43M] have always had tension. its probably because i left when he was a kid and he was raised by my enemy [34M] but since then we've been trying to patch up our relationship through phone conversations and occasional meetups. my son's got all of my looks and none of my game, but he managed to pull a girl way out of his league. i've met her once or twice and she's a sweet lil thing, too fuckin' hot for that little runt of mine. so 'cause my son and his girl are trying to get a house in the city, he asks if they can stay with me for a while. get their money up. i agreed. i got a pretty big place and i thought it'd be cool.

wrong. my son's girlfriend is a fuckin' minx. always walking around in short skirts and tempting me by bending over in front of me while i'm just trying to watch the fuckin' game. handing me my beers when i don’t ask for them and complimenting me on my muscles after i come home from the gym. i put distance for a while, but here's where i might be TA: so one night while my son's asleep, i gotta take a piss and i go to my bathroom but she's already in there doing a skincare routine or whatever tf girls do to keep their skin shiny and shit. i'm about to apologize and take a piss outside but she says that i can come in, we're family now, etc etc. so i'm taking a piss right and she's doing her skincare shit. she's just chatting like we're old friends, then she says she sees where megs got his good looks, that i'm hot for an old guy, etc etc. then as i'm about to put my dick away and get tf out of there, she grabs it. says she wants me. and c'mon, what am i supposed to do? not get my dick wet just because she's my son's girlfriend? funny. so we fuck. hand over her mouth and shit. telling her she deserves a real man, not that rugrat snoring in my guest bedroom rn. and then i send her back to bed. walking all funny and skincare routine not even complete. idk reddit i feel like i'm TA bc i’m trying to patch my rs up with my son and be a good dad . i also told my buddies and they said i'm a dick for fucking his hot little gf so reddit, AITA? should i tell my son?

NICKNAMES — MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x gn! reader content: timeskip! atsumu, fluff, suggestive

atsumu’s always liked nicknames, ever since he was little. it’s evident in his calls for “‘samu” and “omi omi” and “bokkun.” he’s never once called suna by either his first or last name; it’s always been sunarin.

atsumu can’t remember the last time he called you by your actual government name. it’s always baby, sweetheart, babe. you always grin at him when he does, pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around him.

but you still call him atsumu. not love or honey or baby, not even ‘tsumu. it makes him huff and pout and he’s honestly on the verge of a tantrum when he thinks about it. he uses every pet name under the sun for you and yet, to you, he’s just plain old atsumu.

the two of you are sitting on your couch, you cuddled under his arm, watching some show on netflix that neither of you are really paying attention to. your phone buzzes and you lift it, snickering at a message one of your high school friends sent you, and when you open up your messages with her, atsumu blanches at the contact name.

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it’s 7:45am and in less than an hour satoru is supposed to leave town for a few days. but for the past 30 mins he’s been dramatically sloth hugging you in bed— chest glued to your back, face hidden in the crook of your neck from behind, and hands tightly circled around your waist. even his legs are carefully wrapped around your lower body. and if you just relax and stop moving around in attempts to break away and leave the bed (it’s all in vain anyway), you can almost feel his heartbeat as your own. it’s calm and slow but quickens like crazy the moment you try to pull away from him. it’s like his whole body is trained to be dramatic when you’re not around.

he inhales the scent of you deep into his lungs one more time, like it’s his last breath or something. says it makes your scent linger in his nostrils and he loves that. it’s like you’re with him even when you’re not.

“i’ll miss you”, he pouts.

“satoru.. it’s just 2 days”, you sigh and roll your eyes.

“that’s a lot of days without you”, he pulls you closer, or tries to at least, but quickly realizes he’s only squishing you in his arms and his grip immediately loosens. a bit but not too much and you still can’t move an inch away.

“we’ll talk and text plenty”

“can’t hug you like that through the phone”

“don’t anyway. you’re suffocating me”

“no. i can only breathe when i hold you like this. deal with it”

“stop stealing my oxygen, idiot. i will die”

“i’ll let you live if you come with me, meanie”

“as if”

lipstick.

lovebirds - fluffy rintarou suna n fem!reader.

warnings - just a bit suggestive.

words - 250.

rintarou suna absolutely adores being covered in your lipstick kiss marks.

there’s just something so intimate and enduring about seeing the newly drawn bruises on his redden neck paired with the cherry pink hue of your favorite lipstick that made his stomach swarm with butterflies.

“rinnie, are you sure you want me kissing you with this lipstick on?” you worried, continuing to fidget absentmindedly with his messy hair while straddling his lap.

rintarou smiled lopsided with a familiar gleam in his yellowish eyes. a gleam you couldn’t deny you loved to see.

“of course, i do, princess.”

rintarou pulled your delicate frame closer to himself, eyes wavering between your plump pouting lips and your soft concerned eyes.

“but, baby, you know it stains.” you noted, shivering slightly at rintarou circling his rough thumb along your plush thigh.

“and that’s what i love about it.” rintarou whispered raspily against your lips, soon breaking the long awaited distance between the both of you.

rintarou’s kisses are careful but rushed. his calloused hands grabbed desperately at your lush hips, then your ass shamelessly.

gently tugging his bottom lip, you parted from the kiss and started sloppily peppering bunches of kisses and bruises along his collarbone and neck. 

you departed from his heated skin to appreciate your work on your lover.

“you look so pretty for me, rin.” you cooed, tone sweeter than honey.

lips swollen and red, rintarou smiled lazily with a lovestruck helpless gaze at his beloved sweetheart, “only for you, princess.”

✩ sincerely, b. <3

Kiyoomi likes to pretend things bug him more than they do.

Miya Atsumu screaming his name across the volleyball court? Yeah, loud, but he’s grown used to it.

Bokuto squeezing him into a spine crushing hug after an important win? The bruises are made with love.

You?

“What’re you doing?”

“Sniffing you.”

You being obsessed with him? Yeah. Hates to admit it’s endearing.

He opens his arm a little to gaze judgmental at you, neck craning slightly as a brow quirks. Sure enough, there you are, nose buried in his ribs and breathing in and out peacefully. You’re smiling happily, arms wrapped low around him as you just breath him in. Literally.

He’s not even sure if you can breath. But you don’t seem too concerned.

“I thought you were a bug,” he teases, the small puffs of your breath and small nudges of your nose breeding goosebumps.

You shrug, “I guess I am bugging you, so.”

“You always kind of bug me.” He smiles and pulls you back closer to him, only this time, your face buries under his arm, and he yelps at the strange feeling. “The hell?”

“Let me die here,” you say simply, your head taking advantage of the previously stretched arm to rest in the curve of his underarm. “You smell so good.”

He rolls his eyes and stretches his arm out further as to not pin you where you lie, “I showered, but that’s not the point. Why the hell on this rotten, decaying earth do you feel the need to fucking sniff under my arm?”

“Don’t question my desires.”

“Of all the desires you’ve demanded from me, this is the absolute most feral,” he says, trying to hide his laugh. It doesn’t really bother him that you’re… residing there, it’s just an interesting choice given the fact that he’s got two arms that are more than ready to hug you like a normal person. “Cant you just go back to biting me?”

You don’t waste a second before humming out a content, “I could bite you here,” before biting his ribs and making him squeak at the ticklish feeling.

“Don’t do that!” He whines, but more snickers come out when you continue to nibble the sharp bones of his ribs and your hair ruffles against the curve under his arm. He tries to squirm but your arms are locked tight around him; he hates you for it. “I hate you! I hate this!” He titters.

“No you don’t,” you say knowingly, smiling before sucking a faint hickey against his butterflied skin. The area around is going to be littered with the slightest little red marks from your previous deviance, and it’ll stain the skin before fading come nightfall.

And he’d be a dirty liar if he said it bugged him.

THE RUST THAT GREW BETWEEN TELEPHONES

in which suna is annoying (shocker). slightly suggestive? tw: hickeys/bruising 

Sometimes you swear life is laughing at you, and sometimes it is. But other times, it’s just your boyfriend.

Waking up this morning with an alarmingly noticeable hickey on your neck was not what you meant when you said you were looking for a new accessory to wear out to brunch. 

You’ve already spent about twenty minutes of your getting ready process on trying to cover up the harsh bruise that formed on your skin overnight, and with each pump of foundation and stroke of concealer, your frustration grows. 

Amid your horror, you hear a borderline squeak. Something that perfectly reflects a mumbled snort of laughter behind a stupidly long and calloused hand. 

You let your gaze sharply adjust to the silhouette in the reflection behind you. Suna stands exactly how you’d imagined him, watching your feeble attempts at trying to cover his bite with a shit-eating grin hidden behind his fist.

He’s utterly amused by the scene playing out before him. You? Not so much. 

“Choke.”

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