#Miya is their child

[miiyas]

oh, how he long to grow old with you. to suffer with back pains, headaches, and strands of silver hair shining in the sunlight together. to drive around and reminisce to your kids about your high school years, to come home to you and your voice, your kisses and your sweet embrace. he wants to build a home with you, whether it’s far away and in the feild where the sun sets beautifully every night or if it’s in a small, cramped apartment— decorated with things that make it a home. to hold your hand every night and listen to your whispers and laughter when he tickles your sides, to kiss you early in the morning before he goes to work, tucking you in. to see you in the morning everyday.

but for now, he’s gonna have to hide that pretty velvet box for a little longer, just until he gets your parents’ blessings.

HINATA, kageyama, oikawa, , KITA, miya twins, AKAASHI (hq), megumi, GOJO, ITADORI (jjk), CHUUYA, dazai, jouno, KUNIKIDA (bsd), WRIOTHESLEY, CHILDE, kazuha, zhongli, ayato, DILUC (gi) + ur favs !

[pochiikou]

[awoogayanderes]

men who try to delete you out of their lives when you guys break up. the same day you guys break up, he immediately unshared his location with you. he's determined to delete the hundreds of pictures he's collected of you.

he resets his face id where you were his phone’s alternate recognition. he removes your contact photo and removes the red heart next to your name. but for some reason, he can’t delete your number or even block you at that.

so when you randomly text him a few days later, he feels his heart beating faster. “you have some of my hoodies, can i go and get them ?” he rereads the message over and over. he feels his hands shake as he thinks of a response.

“who is this ?” almost immediately, he regrets sending those three words to you but he wanted you to hurt, more than him at least. you read his message almost immediately and he sees the three little bubbles pop as you type.

“nevermind, just forget about it, thanks, ” this wasn’t the response he wanted ( but one he did deserve ), well he didn’t know what he was expecting but he throws his phone on his bed in frustration, his heart throbbing with pain.

maybe he should have actually deleted your number because this would have hurt way less for him as he throws your hoodies away. he burns your letters and shoves gifted plushies into his trash bin. fuck, this hurts.

TSUKISHIMA | oikawa | atsumu miya | kuroo | ( modern day ) sanemi | childe ( tartaglia ) | my ex bsf | your fav <3

other notes : i had such a hard time trying to name characters for this specific fic, I DIDNT EVEN NAME ANY BSD CHARACTERS, drop some people to add pls :(

[brutallygod]

minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, dubcon, weed usage, use of 'baby' as a term of endearment. a/n: just wanna say i miss getting high </3

thinking about the rockstar with his groupie lover again and!!

it's after his show and he's giving you weed for the first time. the high makes you extra sensitive—his hand is warm against your exposed thighs and you're growing wetter after each drag of the joint. you feel warm and light, floaty as you whimper and wiggle, trying to find some relief.

"oh, you're lovely like this," he comments, staring into your reddening eyes and smirking a bit. "you're so sensitive, baby." his fingers trail upwards, under your short skirt as you moan and whimper for him.

"please," you plea, not knowing what you're begging for but he seems to know. his middle finger slides your panties to the side before he's running his pointer finger along your wet folds. you moan loudly at the first though, wiggling your hips and trying to get closer to him. the rush of pleasure is intense under the influence of the weed.

"you're already so wet," it's said with reverence before he slowly pushes his finger into your little hole, which easily takes it.

he runs the pads of his finger along your wet walls, teasing you before beginning to slowly finger you. even with the slow teasing, you're gushing and letting out pretty noises. you're pleading for more and he easily gives it to you. he sinks a second finger in and begins to truly fuck you with his long digits. you gasp out his name and close your eyes, arching your back as you grind against his fingers. he rubs against your sweet spot and that, combined with the effects of the weed, has you cumming.

"oh i definitely should get you high more often."

eren yeager, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, todoroki touya / dabi, childe, blade (hsr) + your fav!

[reallyromealone]

Hi can you do a long story about the Miya twins taking care of their brother (age 5) he's mad at them because they were late to picking him up and them trying to make it up to him

Title: forgotten

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu miya

Warnings: male reader, fluff, child reader, slight hurt to comfort

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

The twins were rushing, they knew they fucked up as they went to the preschool at nearly an hour late where their five year old brother stood with a seething glare "where were you two!" (Name) barked angrily as he crossed his arms "I been here forever with Mrs. (Teacher)!" The twins sighed as they knew this wasn't going to be easy, food wouldn't make him not angry this time.

"Sixth time this month!" The little one wouldn't let them hold him, only holding on to Osamu's finger "sorry bud, practice delayed!" They wasn't a good enough answer as (name) looked at Atsumu with puffed up cheeks and glared "bad reason!" He grumbled out, the two signing as (name) grumbled.

They knew they needed to do something bigger to make this up to the little one who was fed up with his brothers.

(Name) had to begin wondering if his brothers even cared at all.... Always forgetting him like this.

The twins noticed how upset the youngest was, the two feeling shitty for forgetting him.

So they did the most logical thing.

Spent 100 dollars each at an arcade with him, snacks games and toys formthe rest of the day "woo! Get it!" Atsumu said as Osamu held (name) up so he could play "win those ticket's!"

The twins held the prizes they won, the two using their coordination to their advantage as (name) ate a riceball from a convenience store they passed.

"You know we love you right?" Osamu asked the tyke, both crouching down to his level when they got home and (name) looked down and didn't answer "hey, none of that's Atsumu said to the boy seriously "you're our baby brother, we love you brat"

"Don't call me a brat!" (Name) fired back and Atsumu grinned in an annoying big brother "then stop acting like it!"

"Dummy!"

"Shorty!"

Aaaaand things were back to normal.

[chodzacaparodia]

Having friends became the most stressful thing in Miya's life.

He was living a peaceful life and suddenly BOOM he has people he has to constantly worry about because they keep getting hurt or doing something reckless

[rintoorou]

having the miya twins as your brothers would mean them betting over who’d cry on your wedding first

[septemberkisses]

🎀 Eldest daughter core 🎀 : Calmly working on your assignment in your room while your parents are arguing in the living room

[kagsabs]

omfg the quality is ass but i'm too tired to give af so whatever take it; two random sketches bcs why not

references:

[torhues]

miya atsumu.

w : female reader, mentions of pregnancy, somewhat emotional idk, tsum makes his entry at the end but we still talk ab him throughout this helppp

faint aroma of the thyme tea resting in front of you keeps you from getting bored while waiting for atsumu. it's not that he has left you somewhere alone, in fact you're at his mother's place, but you still wish he would come home a bit early, especially since the weather is getting cold as the sunset caves in.

a part of you wants to discard the tea.

"are you nervous?" atsumu's mother— your mother-in-law, of course, interjects just when you were about to get up from the chair.

"sort of," your fingers dance around the hem of your dress, a lazy smile fluttering on your lips; amidst the cold winds, you find comfort within the warmth provided by the minimal sunlight offered by the setting sun. "i wonder if i'll be a good mother,"

it's the fifth time you're visiting your mother-in-law throughout your seven month long pregnancy, though you wished you could just stay at her place for the rest of the time left. something about her presence makes you forget all of your worries, even if it's just for a few minutes. she resembles a mentor, despite being your husband's mom, while on other days, you see glimpses of your mother in her eyes.

"how was it, raising 'tsum and osamu?" the question slips off your tongue before you even know it. you've been thinking of asking her for a while now, thinking, nothing more, before the words decide to escape on their own, knowing you would never voice them out.

"i don't know," it's an indifferent reply, you think. perhaps, you anticipated something more, something that would give you an insight into motherhood, but she doesn't spare you a glance, continuing to arrange the photo albums and frames. "i had them when i was quite young, and was scared i would do something wrong, that i wouldn't know when they are hungry. i was scared of all the worst scenarios i had in my head but, when i held them in my arms for the first time, i was relieved. i didn't know how i'll do it, but i knew it would be fine,"

there's a photo frame on the corner table with a picture of the twins in her arms. you've seen it a lot of times, often pointing out how different atsumu looked back then, even if it's only reasonable, while admiring them the other times. you've imagined yourself in her place— with your twins in your arms and atsumu by your side. looking through the photo album earlier, you had pictured yourself with your kids, thinking about all the things you would do to give them a memorable childhood.

all the concerns and plans you had, without a doubt, made you nervous.

"i thought, i wouldn't do things right," she continues, hands busy with cleaning all the frames that had captured atsumu and osamu's childhood together. "but, one look at them and i'd know what they need. it was like a miracle, to wake up from sleep exactly when they were hungry, or needed me to change their diapers. i think it's something you get after becoming a mother,"

and most of the people have told you the same, even your own mom. you're scared, but behind your fear, you imagine atsumu with his twins, doing everything that him and osamu did as children. you picture your kids wearing matching pajamas like any other siblings. at some point in future, you image them cooking with their father, perhaps an outdoor barbeque, since atsumu loves it.

you image atsumu teaching them volleyball and playing with them every evening. you already know he would be on cloud nine the moment they start praising him for being such an amazing volleyball player. you image going to little picnic dates with your family, or maybe, to the beach during the summers, making sand castles and playing by the shore. you image atsumu sleeping on the couch with your kids at noon after a tiring day at morning practice.

you imagine your kids holding onto atsumu's fingers while trying to walk, ultimately taking their first steps that make him burst into tears. you imagine him taking them to grocery stores and buy them every candy they lay their eyes upon— which is a little too much but the atsumu you know would do that. he would do anything for the two mini him-and-you running around the house, and you would too, without any compromises.

"was it hard raising them?" you ask again, this time with more interest in hearing her experience as a mother, or maybe, you simply wanted to hear about things atsumu and osamu did that kids.

"a little, but again, it's not easy to handle kids," her lips curl into a smile before they morph into a slight frown, "but atsumu gave me a hard time,"

"he would start crying the moment i took my eyes off him, always being able to find chocolates no matter where i hid them. you might not believe, but atsumu was somewhat of a shy kid to begin with. while osamu would make friends at the playground, he would hide behind his father,"

osamu once told you how in middle school, atsumu had the hardest time making friends because the two of them were assigned different classes. other times, osamu would introduce atsumu to his friends, but middle school taught him to depend on himself rather than having someone else to lean upon all the time, and made him into who he is right now.

it was hard to believe that the atsumu you know, miya atsumu, the one who has such a bit mouth, was once introverted. he's someone who announced it in the whole school when you became his girlfriend in middle school, the one who announced his marriage to you on twitter account before even talking to PR team and got scolded about it, the one who threw a party when he found out he was going to become a dad.

"gosh, i feel sad now," her words pull you out of your thoughts as a slight wave of guilt dwelled upon your shoulders for not focusing on her words and being lost in your own world.

you shift a little closer to her, "mom, did something happen?"

and silence is all you receive as a response. you notice the dull grimace masking her face, one that makes her someone so unknown because no matter the situation, she has always been the person to smile the brightest amidst a crowd.

"time flies by so quickly," she chuckles softly, "it feels like yesterday, he was a kid toddling around me all the time, and now, he's about to become a dad,"

between silence and fleeting steps of nostalgia in the room, you hear the door click, and the next thing you know is atsumu has returned from his little gathering with highschool friends. the room doesn't feel lonely anymore, and maybe it's because of his presence that's loud in itself, or the way he crouches in front of you, smiling at your belly and telling his kids how much he has missed them, and that he wouldn't leave them alone with you for hours ever again in case they grow more liking to you.

you could hear distance city noises as the night caved in, and by the time osamu came back, you had been planning to depart. although, a part of you wishes you could stay with them a little longer, you know atsumu shouldn't miss his practice since he's already planning to take a long leave once the twins are born; and there's no way he's leaving you at his mother's place all alone.

"so, what did you and mom talk about?" he asks, breaking the comforting silence that has been accompanying you through the car ride.

"not much," you slide your phone inside your purse, "just tales about how much of a trouble you were to your mom," atsumu laughs bitterly, and it's just a show because by this time, he knows that leaving you alone with his mom would result in discussions about his childhood. stories will be shared and secrets will be spilled, and atsumu would rather watch a soap opera than have his own mother tell you the embarrassing stuff he did as a kid.

you steal a glance at him. both osamu and atsumu are splitting images of their father, from tip to toe, but atsumu has his mother's eyes. perhaps, it's too late for you to notice this now, and maybe, he would be salty that you never noticed this, because he has always taken pride in resembling his mother, even if it's in just one feature.

"remember when you asked me if you would be a good father?" you slide your hands in atsumu's, wiping off all the doubts that have been seeping through his fingers, "our kids can't have a better dad, tsum,"

[newttxt]

happy halloween! heres something scary and evil!!

[pochiikou]

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 4 - Mask

Zhongli x Childe

A/N: lee!Zhongli for the win, of course! Enjoy! (Do you see Childe on the back?)

"This mask is horrible," Zhongli suddenly broke the peaceful silence in the room as he toyed with Childe's Foul Legacy mask. It had no class at all and, if he had to be honest, that one eye thing was terrifying.

He was surprised, however, when Childe gasped loudly, the book he was reading went flying somewhere off the bed and into the floor as he sat up to look at Zhongli with wide eyes. 

"Xiangsheng!" He said, a hand over his bare chest and ahurt expression on his features. "How could you say so?! It's so cool!" 

Zhongli looked at him from his comfortable spot in bed and tilted his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows incredulously. "Cool? I certainly would not choose that word to describe this horrendous thing."

"Aaghh!" Childe doubled over slightly. "It hurts my heart terribly when you say that, Xiangsheng!" 

Zhongli felt a little smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Bullying Childe was something he didn't do often, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't enjoy it, especially when he got to see his funny reactions. 

"Extremely ugly and not elegant at all," he said, nodding once and turning the mask over. 

"Ack, Xiangshen!" Childe whined, collapsing on the bed dramatically. "Please don't say that anymo-

"Hideous." 

Childe whined, kicking his legs in a little tantrum as he turned to the side to face Zhongli. 

"Unpleasing."

Childe cried as he rolled on top of Zhongli. The former Geo King couldn't stop himself from smiling and there was laughter in his voice when he spoke again: 

"Awful." 

He saw some little tears in the outer corners of Childe's eyes and he was only slightly startled when Childe took the mask between his hands and put it in his face. Zhongli got chills. 

"Absolutely grotesque, extremely uns-s-sihihihghtly- ahahaha!" 

"Xiangsheng, you're hurting my feeeeelings!"

Zhongli had a bit of trouble trying to say something back since Childe's fingers were at his bare ribs, drawing out loud, bubbly laughter as he squirmed under Childe's body. 

"Tahahake thahat hohorrehendous thihihing off!" Zhongli said, trying to cover himself up from Childe's devious fingers. 

"I won't until Zhongli Xiangsheng admits that my mask is really cool, because that's exactly what it is," he said, smirking behind his mask as he quickly found that set of ribs that made Zhongli shriek with laughter. 

"I WOHOHON'T!" Zhongli cackled, arching his back and desperately trying to cover his poor ribs. "B-Behehecause I d-dohohon't lihihie!"

Childe had to laugh as his hands came to a stop and he took off his mask, putting it aside. "Do you really hate it that much?" He asked with a pout as he kissed the corner of Zhongli's smiling mouth. 

"It's a lihihittle terrifying," Zhongli said between soft giggles. "But… I guess it does look kind of cool."

Childe's eyes lighted up and his hands came back to Zhongli's ribs, tickling him all over again. 

"N-Nohoho! I sahahahaid ihihit!"

Childe giggled, "well, you lied when you said you don't lie… I'm punishing you, Xiangsheng, so I'm gonna tickle you right here."

"AHAHAHA! You ahahahare the wohohohorst!" 

[xsezzie]

TickleTober Day 15 : Babysitter

Characters: Childe x Zhongli

Warnings: It's very short, don't expect something long~

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Childe has been frightening the locals too much, so Zhongli needs to knock him down a bit. It's been a while since I have seen these two and I miss them!

"When you said we would be babysitting... why did it end up with ME being babysat!?"

Childe pouted as Zhongli stood over him. What was he doing in his house anyway?

"I have been informed that you attempted to be yourself for Halloween, thus frightening the locals after you got a little excited fighting some monsters."

The Geo Archon crossed his arms and frowned, he was annoyed, but also curious as to what sort of excuse his companion would come up with.

"Oh come on, surely that could be passed off as me being in character and the monsters being some sort of props?" Childe tried to brush off his actions, but his smile faded once he saw the unamused glow of Zhongli's eyes.

"Alright, alright. You have successfully scolded me... can I go now?" The Harbinger went to stand but was shoved back down onto the couch, Zhongli pinning him with just one knee.

"No, I feel like punishing you now." Zhongli smirked.

"No no no nohohoho!!!" The Harbinger stood zero chance now, Zhongli, despite his age, was as swift as ever when it came to tickling for some reason. Unfortunately Childe had to learn this the hard way in their relationship.

Zhongli took no mercy, immediately scribbling the younger ones' sides, always getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"AAACCKK!! ZHONGLIHIHI OKAY OKAY I AM SOREEEEEHEHEHEHYY!!!"

"Sorry is not going to cut it today. You know that I asked you to come trick or treating with me, right? And you seem to have forgotten."

Childe suddenly remembered he did promise, oops.

"Ahahahha! WHY TICKLING THOUGH!?!?"

"Well, it is most amusing to see you in such a position, as always."

"G-GET OHOHOFF MEHEHEHEHEEE!!!"

Zhongli was now straddling him completely, making his way down his sides towards his waist. Childe was trying his best to push him off, but he was left hopelessly squirming and kicking his legs.

"You know, I have 'taught' you this lesson multiple times.. I am beginning to wonder if you enjoy being tickled and purposely do naughty things just to get this from me."

"NOHOHO THAT'S A LIIIIEEE HEHEHEHE!!!"

"Are you sure about that? The red hue of your face says otherwise."

Childe could only squeak as Zhongli pinched his hips, making him writhe around and almost knocking the older man off.

“ZHONGLIIIIHHIHIHIIII!! I SAID I-I-I WAS SOREHEHEHEHEHEEEEY!”

“Perhaps, but that does not mean I have to stop. And you have not asked me to stop, which further proves you enjoy this. Because of thhihihiss h-hey!!”

“T-Two can play at this game!”

Childe smirked as he latched onto Zhongli’s ribs, softly kneading them, causing the older’s grip to loosen just enough for a revenge attack. 

“Tickle or treat, Zhongli.”

[brutallygod]

minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, dubcon, groupie culture, power imbalance, mention of squirting.

thinking about your fav being a rockstar and he has you as his groupie lover <3

thinking about how you're always going to his concerts and you catch his eye from the very first one. now, he has taken fans into his bed. of course, he has. he's a sleaze like that and the power imbalance thrills him. so when he notices how often you're going, how you coyly flutter your eyelash whenever you two lock eyes, he knew he had to have you.

and thinking about how during a break, he tells a guard to let you come backstage. on stage, he watches the guard so as he told and after the show, sweaty and running on adrenaline, he rushes backstage. as soon as he sees you, he stalks over, grabs your arm and pulls you into a private room.

and thinking about how he's immediately on you, hands running over your body as he cages you in between his body and the wall. "wanted you as soon as i saw you wear that tight dress during the first show," he murmurs before descending on your lips. he kisses like how plays—passionate, rough, dominating.

and thinking about how you aren't allowed a word in—he's there to take what he wants and you're there to give it to him. you allow him to kiss you, whimpering against his lips as your hands grasp on to his shoulders. he takes you then and there, pressed against the wall as he sinks his cock in you. you're crying out for more and he gives it.

and thinking about how he fingers you before each show, fingers sinking deep within your cunt and fucking you until you're crying out and cumming. he licks up his fingers as he runs out on stage, smirking. the image of leaving you in that private room, legs spread and cunt leaking with your juices, is imprinted in his mind as he plays.

and thinking about how he always takes you backstage after shows, fucking you in private rooms then taking you to luxurious hotels to resume, until you're squirting all over his cock. your cries and moans are music to his ears, the best he's ever heard.

and thinking about him pushing you to your knees so he can fuck your throat, making you sound as hoarse as he does after a show.

and thinking about him calling you his pretty little slut. about him commenting about how much you drool for his cock. about him commenting he knew your cunt ached for him.

you're caught in his web of pleasure and lust, cunt molding around his cock and fingers as he takes you over and over again.

eren yeager, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, todoroki touya / dabi, childe, blade (hsr) + your fav!

[rebouks]

Happy birthday Jacob! 🥳🍰

Plz enjoy the birthday boy n' his new face and some random bloopers.. i think Ivan must've been telling Oscar about him n' Tilda's news eheh