I’ve given you dilf!Osamu, crybaby!Atsumu, supportive!Iwa, and shy!Omi but I think it’s time for a new character for my growing canon—
*inhales deeply* possessive dilf!Suna’s a Tokyo high school volleyball coach, once he stops playing pro. Who though he wouldn’t like the job at first, but finds that he rather enjoys likes coaching younger players, who all have varying dedications and varying reasons why they love volleyball. Who meets you, a young MFA candidate, while he’s getting drinks at Osamu’s Tokyo location. Who can take his dry and cutting banter and turn it right back on him, 10 times harder. You’re bantering with one of Osamu’s staff, who seems to be a friend, and you’re chattering on excitedly about your recent admission into the program of your choice and Suna can’t help but murmur under his breath “nothing wrong with getting another useless piece of paper for money”. You turn on him, clearly affronted.
“Says the man who was once a professional ball smacker and who’s, now, what? Teaching other boys to smack balls?”
Suna raises a brow at that. “I went to the Olympics, you brat.”
You smile sweetly. And somehow, Suna just knows. Knows he’s about to take the L. “I know. I saw. You were in your prime when I was a little girl. It’s a shame you
Osamu laughs hysterically at him, and Suna has to smack him to ignore the burst of butterflies (and heat) in his belly.
Who knows he’s attracted to you, but resists the attraction for as long as he can. He has a baby sister, you know. She’s an annoying pain in his ass, but he’d blacken anyone’s eye out for being mean to her, let alone let an older man get his hands on her and take advantage of her youth. Who knows he wants you so bad, but never lets himself go too far. Who thinks that you’re also probably just young, with a taste for danger, and you’re just curious about being with a bachelor in his 40s. Who doesn’t even let himself indulge in your curiosity, out of his genuine concern that if he were ever allowed to get his hands on you, he’ll never be able to let you go.
Who can’t help but keep going back to Onigiri Miya, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and hopefully draw you into another play-argument as he nurses a beer and rubs absentmindedly as his five o’clock shadow. (You had once said that facial hair was sexy, but that has absolutely nothing to do with why he started to let his grow out a little). Who feels something ugly churning in his belly when he sees you with a man your age. Who feels like some stupid 20 year old again, scowling and huffing and downing more beer. Who wants nothing more than to stomp over and to pull you into his arms and kiss you, right in front of the stupid little shit you’re laughing with right now. Who hates himself for letting some girl in her 20s for getting him like this. Who feels so guilty for wanting you hen you’re so much younger than him. Who misses the way you keep looking over at him, hungry and hopeful, all through the night until he storms out, bitter and ashamed.
Who avoids Onigiri Miya for a while, hoping that distance will be enough to kill his crush. But who finds that he can’t stay away from more then two weeks. Who comes back and chats idly with Atsumu and Bokuto, all while watching Osamu with his little girlfriend. Who’s gut tugs hard when he sees Osamu’s arms encircle her, and how Osamu’s girlfriend looks up at him with hearts in her eyes.
Who feels a burst of butterflies when you walk in by yourself. Who feels his palms sweat, as you sit down along the counter and order some tea and a few onigiris. Aran and Atsumu eye him knowingly, and grin behind their beers when Suna finally, FINALLY, gives up trying to hold out on the attraction and walks to you.
“Hey,” he says, heart hammering. You look up at him, lips parting in surprise. “Let me buy you a drink.”
Your eyes widen, before you come back with another witty retort, because of course you wouldn’t make it easy. “Maybe I want to make a point about how my MFA is gonna help me pay my bills and buy my drinks myself.”
“Then let me buy you dinner,” Suna says. “Let me buy you dessert, afterwards. Let me buy you whatever you want.”
His heart does a flutter when you smile up at him, cheek resting in your palm. “Are you trying to buy your way into my pants, you old dog?”
And Suna thinks then, he’s had quite enough of your sass, sitting down and boldly cupping your knee in his palm and give it a sensual squeeze. He has to admit, he relishes the way you inhale shakily and jump a little, looking like a caught little rabbit. It’s good to know he’s still got it, and that you want him.
“Have mercy on this old man,” he murmurs, leaning in close. Close enough for you to smell the beer on his breath, his cologne. “He hasn’t in a while, and he likes you so much.”
You blush a little, looking up at him through your lashes. “I like you a lot, too. I want a TKG onigiri and a curry onigiri . Now, please. Thank you.”
Suna gapes a bit, opening and closing his mouth because of course he had to go and start falling in love with an incorrigible brat. He wracks his brain for a comeback, before sighing and giving up. He’s too old to be arguing with a 20-something year old over if he’s actually going to buy her onigiri. He grumbles about disrespectful brats, all while Osamu gleefully takes his money and Aran and Atsumu laugh at him from up the counter.
It’s still worth it when you leave together, your hand in his, and the smell of rice on your mouth when he finally bends to kiss you.
I love him. I love him so much, your honour. Suna is just...so sexy and dilf Suna is even sexier... 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴
trapping him inside when he promised to pull out. his hips stuttering, moaning "oh god, baby, baby fuck- let me out. m'gonna cum" but you just tighten your legs around his waist, push your pelvis up further to meet his, keep him locked inside so he can only grind and roll his hips in tiny circles, can't get any further. gripping the sheets on either side of you as his eyes roll back and his balls start to empty the first load; right into your warm pussy. "god you fuckin' little brat- fine. take my cum, fucking take it. gonna g've it to youuu- fuck- s-stop milking me, 'm gonna get hard again you bitch-"
this (nsfw) is soooo atsumu im sorry i had to share
THE WAY HE SUCKS ON HER TIT
oh my god the way he looks at the camera and SMIRKS, the ass gripping…….i’ve ascended
There's nothing hotter than when a man puts his weight on you. Fucking into you from behind but you're pinned to the bed and his chest is on your back. Fucking into you in missionary and his chest is on yours. There's something so intimate about it. Being pinned by his weight while he ruts into you... completely enclosed by him
Your anime crush is so fucking weak for you. They practice asking you out in the mirror, stammer, blush, and lap up the barest scrap of your attention like it’s a four-course meal. Thanks I don’t take criticism
i can’t write and i only have my meager drawing skills to offer but pls accept my humble doodle of what i imagine osamu to look like when i read about omah 👉👈 it’s not very clean but i hope it’s okay omg 💦 i just wanted to let it out of my system 🙃
INSERTING MY FUCKING SELF HERE BECAUSE FUCK OKAY YOU TRYNA HURT ME DROP YOUR @ GIVE ME OSAMU ASKHDKJSDHA THE GLARE. would also love to be able to properly credit you.
Why is cleaning so hard? 😐
i heard a/b/o dynamics and i was summoned
alpha!Atsumu, who has dated plenty of pretty omegas. Who's spent heats with girlfriends, hook-ups, and etc. Who loves walking into the room and tasting his partner's arousal in the air already, heady and dizzying. Who loves hunching over his omega partners, dripping with sweat, and watching them whine and sob for his knot, legs opening shamelessly and hips bucking eagerly.
Who has never met an omega quite as sweet as you before. Who smells you before he sees you and nearly chokes on his own tongue, his dick half-hard by the time he manages to actually get a glimpse of you, as you're walking down the street with your work bag slung over your shoulder.
Who immediately asks you to coffee near the MSBY gym, proceeds to fall deliriously in love with you. Who finds himself helplessly endeared by your blushing, your laugher, your big Bambi eyes, and your soft little cry-baby heart. Who listens patiently when you tell him that you'd like to wait until your heat to have sex with him for the first time, his heart squeezing with such affection as you duck your head down and look up at him through your lashes and murmur "I think it'll just be so cute and romantic".
Who thinks he's got this in the bag, when you let him know the week you start to feel a little warmer than usual. Who starts preparing a special go-bag full of your favorite snacks, some of his sweaty tee-shirts, and plenty of gatorade for the both of you to guzzle down between romps. Who knows not to jerk off for a few days leading up to your heat, so he plenty of cum for you. Who imagines how it'll feel when you're crying and cumming beneath him, soft and desperate, begging for your big alpha on top. Who has to squeeze the base of his dick punishingly when he thinks about how wet and creamy your pussy will be, sucking him in all hungry and naughty. Who already has calculated how the next few days will go: you'll probably want to spend the first day necking and kissing, before getting to the main event.
Who realizes that he's COMPLETELY out of his depth when he arrives with some onigiris, his go-bag, and a kiss, only for him to be shoved and roughly man-handled into your best and thoroughly ravished. Who can only gasp and stammer in shock when you tear his pants down and immediately start choking yourself on his dick, like you're going to die if you don't. Who's stammering "d-don't you wanna take it slo—ughnnnnn" when you roll your underwear to the side and promptly sit right down on his dick, your hips rolling so naughty and sinister that Atsumu can literally feel his balls swell up. Who can only moan helplessly, convulsing like you'd milked his entire spirit out of his body, as his eyes roll up to the back of his head when you start cumming on him, growling and purring happily. Who whimpers at the phantom tingle in his dick when you squirm down and coo happily around his knot.
Who can only laugh breathlessly and cover his eyes when you come back to your senses, blush, and apologize profusely for how rough you were. "I know Alphas don't really like rough Omegas," you stammer out, looking very embarrassed, "I'm usually much better about these things—"
Atsumu just wraps his arm around you and kiss you, before laughing again, marveling at how such a sweet thing like you has such a wild animal all up inside of her.
"We've got the next few days for me to do all the driving," Atsumu just grins up at you. "I don't mind it if you wanna take the wheel for a bit."
In the end, he does have to tie you up just so he can hydrate and get something to eat, while you sob and wail and howl like an animal against the headboard, and he's not really sure if his dick will ever recover after that one round where he had your legs twisted up over your head and he started babbling frantically about pups while rutting up inside of you and you started squirting on him, but from the happy and sleepily satisfied smile you give him, Atsumu is sure that he'll figure something out.
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@chicoree someone mentioned dilf!Osamu—
dilf!Osamu who leaves breakfast waiting for his sweet little girlfriend every morning. Who's so used to cooking for his girlfriends, even though he's been cooking all day, and who'd like to be doted on, just a little bit. Who spends his free time in the restaurant responding to cater requests, invoices, bills, and maintenance. Who smiles a little bit when he sees his baby girl's "good morning" and "I love you" texts, because it's nice to know that she's thinking of him even then they're both so busy. Who comes back home, arms laden with groceries, only to find his baby bustling about in the kitchen, with a big pot of stew going and the quietly rumble of laundry in the other room. Who has to take a moment to hold back his tears of surprise and who's so overwhelmed with his feelings that it's all he can do to not cry when you immediately drop everything you're holding when you see him and run into his arms, covering his face with kisses, telling him how much you've missed Daddy, and that dinner is just about ready. Who kisses you hard, quietly turns off the stove, and makes love so sweet to you on his bed, the both of you cry.
Who's so grateful that you're so understanding, despite how you're so much younger than him. Who feels bad that the beginning of everything was felt like wildfire, and now that you guys have been together for a while, the reality is that he's an older man and his limits aren't what he wants them to be. Who feels like the worst boyfriend ever when he turns down sex or if his dick flags, because he's so tired and stressed and he's an older man. Who is so grateful for you when you give him a smile and a kiss and reassure him that you love him so much. Who spends hours eating you out, lavishing you with his tongue and his fingers and everything else in his arsenal that he can, because he wants you to have his full, undivided, loving attention. Who makes it a point to fuck you stupid on the weekends, hunched over you and panting, the bed soaked, and his dick pushing inside of you over and over again, slow and intense. Who loves hitting it from the back and patting your clit firmly until you break apart and thrash from the pleasure, before he forces your hips down and just ruts at you until he cums, groaning low and shuddery in his belly. Who sometimes longs for the strength and stamina of his youth, but is also grateful that he met you when he was older and mature, so he can be a proper lover and partner. Who thinks that the perfect fit of your bodies entwined is so beautiful, and isn't it incredible that from something so beautiful, comes new life?
Who thrusts lazily between your thighs, asking for a baby. "I want a baby with you," he whispers in your ear, as you're moaning and writhing against him. "Let's make a baby. I want a little girl, with a heart as sweet as her Mama's."
if you happen to have the time/motivation… i beg you please elaborate on dilf!osamu more, i absolutely love the thought of him omg
Helloooooooooo that was actually all @lilsisenergy!!! It came from Nini's big beautiful brain huehuehuehuehue
Your latest dilf!Osamu not only had me craving him, but also croissants 😂😂 It’s not even 10am, but you made me hungry for bakery and I’m really tempted to run out and get some now asdfghjak
Dew it!!! It’s always time for a croissant!!
This is the translation for the latest illustration!! Hope you enjoy~♡