Turtle!

Geto has a dragon tattoo btw

Kuroo's white hairs ♡

I can’t show the full thing (because y/n is riding tf out of him)but I still get all giggly when I look at how I drew Rengoku’s face like this. It’s so pretty.

Wanna draw Sanji like this too brb🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

I’m into sketching these days ~ 

Halloween things you know

Pov you're laying on Osamu's lap

Look at this MAN🥵🥵

Kyo but more like his mom

cw: chubby! reader, DILF! Osamu, daddy kink, size kink, food play, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, AFAB reader, oral sex, horny horny horny

This one is for the chubby girls <3

DILF Atsumu

I can’t stop thinking about Dilf Osamu. Who’s bulked up in his age, still incredibly strong, but his muscular build is a bit softer now. Big broad shoulders, narrow waist a bit thicker now, and he’s a bit taller these days too.

Dilf Osamu with the biggest, fattest breeder balls that bounce up to slap your clit when he fucks you from behind, his thick calloused fingers gripping your hips as he slams his length into you. That feel so nice and full and round when you bring them into your mouth. That twitch and tighten at even the thought of filling you up. That release the thickest cum,, so much of it you think you might drown.

Dilf Osamu who comes home late after a long day at the shop tired and needy. Needs to recharge, needs to feel you, needs to let off steam from work, but is too exhausted to go all out. So he just lays on top of you, letting his full weight crush you, pinning you to the mattress as he lazily fucks into you. His arms around you holding you close, as he works his hips, his face buried in your neck, peppering soft kisses and whispering small praises. “Dont worry, babydoll, daddy’s got you. Doin’ so good,”

Loves it when you call him daddy.

Dilf Osamu who lets out heavy breaths and genuine groans instead of overplayed and pitched moans. The sounds he makes in bed could make you drool~

Dilf Osamu with a big wide tongue <3 he eats you like a meal, takes his time to really savor it. Who says “I’m eating for me, not you.” and really means it. He eats you out like he’s in a dream, entranced by the way you feel in his mouth. Loves the act of it.

Dilf Osamu who likes food play. Who’ll spray whip cream on your tits just to look you in the eyes as he runs his tongue over your chest. Who’ll playfully splash you with powdered sugar when you’re both in the kitchen just to lick it off every inch of your body. Who’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking and smear chocolate syrup on your neck, giggling as you squeak in your surprise, and tell you not to let the food burn while he licks you clean, hands traveling into your pants as he licks a thick stripe up your neck.

Dilf Osamu who loves chubby girls. Revels in the way your thighs squish under his big hands and the way your tummy folds as he fucks you in a mating press. Obsessed with the feeling of bigger boobs <3 loves the weight of them in his hands, doesn’t feel right unless your nipples in the center of his palm. He’s constantly on them, during the day and during play, and your hips, please, he is a man obsessed when it comes to your body. You’re just his type. You’re his dream girl, he’s so into thicker women. he’s got heart eyes for soft arms and side profiles. Feeds you well to keep you in perfect condition to carry his kids <3

sequel to traitor but can be read alone.

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪx

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

☻︎ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ

ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇʀ

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Crazy | m.osamu - fluff

“Babe, you sure don’t want anything? I’m about to place in my order right now,” Osamu stated as he leaned against the ledge of the door, looking casual and comfortable, but nonetheless… appetizable. Donning a pair of sweats and a simple sweater — hiding his rather healthy physique under his loose clothing. Osamu always looked good but never did he quite know it.

“I would like a large portion of you right now,” you stated with a hint of a tease in your voice as you looked up from your phone to meet your gaze with your boyfriend. 

“I’m not joking, YN… do you want anything or not?”

“You, I want you,” you continued despite knowing his buttons were being pushed. yet you still did it anyway because… well he always forgave you despite his mild tendency of getting hangry.

“… you’re so annoying,” Osamu grumbled.

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short break from the skts content to present to you the onigiri boy

You guys remember frat boy!osamu?

Well, you guys broke up.

It was stupid. You spent maybe half an hour yelling at each other. Just because Osamu wasn't like his frat brothers didn't mean he wasn't a frat brother, and fuck, you just wish he would say something to the dozens of girls who threw themselves at him daily. It hurts! How doesn't he get that?!?

After a couple of months, Atsumu begs to you come back around the house. Just because you and his brother stopped dating doesn't mean that Atsumu had to lose someone he now considered his best friend.

After the blonde twin blows up your phone with invites to a party at the frat house, you decided to say fuck it.

You show up in some tight jeans and a lace-up cami. You don't necessarily want to impress anyone; all you're going to be doing is talking to Atsumu and drinking a couple of beers, but it's nice to dress up sometimes.

You expect to see Osamu in his room like he usually would be. Even before you dated, he never participated in a party, but 20 minutes after you arrive, you see him walk into the house from the backyard with a girl on his arm. Atsumu tries to place himself in front of you to act as a human shield, but it's already too late, and you're making your way out of the house as he yells for you.

Once back at your dorm, you check your phone and see a snapchat from Suna, but you don't bother to open it. Instead, you wash off your makeup and cry yourself to sleep.

You don't get to sleep very long though. A loud knock at your door wakes you, and you check the time to see that it had been an hour since you'd left the party. You assume it's Atsumu trying to make you feel better, so you open the door.

"'Tsumu, I appreciate your efforts but-" You stop talking when you see who it really is.

"Wrong twin," Osamu says, running a hand through his gray hair. He holds out his hands. "I, uh, the store didn't have yer favorite flowers, but I thought ya'd like these ones..."

You only stare at the flowers. "What do you want, Miya?"

"Can I come in?" He asks. "I just want to talk, and if afterwards, ya never want to see me again, I understand."

You let him in, and he thanks you. After he sets the flowers on your desk, you flick on the lights. You gasp as you see a bloody nose and bruised eye. "'S-Samu..."

He chuckles. "It's okay," he reassures you. "It was just 'Tsumu. No big deal." He waits for you to calm down a bit before speaking again. "I miss ya," he tells you. "And I'm so fucking sorry for what I did to ya. I love ya, and I can't believe I ever allowed myself to let ya feel insecure. I should have just told all those girls to back off. If the situation were reversed, I'd want the same."

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I don't get it 'Samu," you say. "Why did it take you months to get it? The girl you were with tonight was one of the girls who I asked you to tell to back off!"

He puts his head down in shame. "I know," he admits. "And I..." He takes a deep breath. "I overheard 'Tsumu and Hinata talking before the party, and 'Tsumu said he invited you, and Hinata said he was excited to see you again, and I just... I guess I got upset that ya were hanging out with my dumb brother, and I wanted to make ya jealous."

"You're a fucking idiot," you tell him.

"I know, but I do love ya and miss ya," he says. He walks over to you and holds your face in his hands. "And I promise to be better for ya. Just give me one more chance."

You look up at him, your gaze softening as your hands reach up to brush under his bruised eye. It'll need to be iced in the morning. "You really promise? I can't let you in just to get shattered again, 'Samu. You're the only man I've ever loved."

He nods in response. "And if I break my promise, which I won't, I'll let ya beat me up with 'Tsumu next time."

You laugh at his words and lean up to kiss him. "Okay," you whisper. "One more chance."

Osamu grins like a kid on Christmas and picks you up to spin you around before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. "Ya won't regret it."

He sleeps in your dorm room that night. You lay on top of him with your head on his chest as he plays with the ends of your hair, and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

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...

BONUS:

The next morning, Osamu sits on your bed, holding a bag of ice up against his eye. He's got a childish pout on his face.

"Ya can stop watching it now!" He grumbles.

Meanwhile, you're standing across from him, gawking at your phone. "Damn, baby, 'Tsumu really got you this time," you tell him. You wince as you watch Atsumu's fist makes contact with Osamu's nose. "Suna's a great camera man."

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 + 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

✰ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 can’t keep his eyes from darting to the clock, dreading the hour hand reaching ten, knowing you’ll get up to leave as soon as it does. and just as predicted, he feels you unlatch from his arms, stretching before you begin to gather your belongings. “i should head home, babe, i got work in the morning,” you mumble. “okay,” he mumbles back, a frown painted across his face. standing up, he pulls you into a hug, holding you longer than usual, grip tightening when you try to pull away. “hajime, you have to let go,” you laugh as you rub his shoulders. with a heavy sigh, he finally lets go, his frown from earlier now a pout, making you giggle as you poke his lip with your finger. “whatever, text me when you’re home.” reaching for his face, you cup his cheeks, feeling the warmth on your palm as he blushes. “i’ll come back tomorrow and spend the night, you clingy baby.” you only giggle once more when he grumbles out a “shut up.”

✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 groans when you begin to get up, pulling you back down and leaning his weight on top of you, keeping you in place so you can’t leave. he grabs your hand, placing it on his head again, pretending like it isn’t getting dark outside. “issei, i spent the whole day with you, i gotta go now,” you roll your eyes, but your fingers play with the strands of hair beneath them anyway. “you should be spending the night with me too, babe. your whole life, actually.” laughing, you kiss his forehead before shoving him off, gathering your things and ignoring his glare. “i’ll spend the whole weekend, okay? but i gotta go now.” sighing, he follows you to his door, grabbing your wrist and spinning you to crash into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms one last time before you leave for the night. “this is the worst part every time,” he mumbles. laughing, you pat his cheek before pressing a kiss to his lips. “then do something about it.”

how they react to you wearing their clothes !

✸ ft. suna, bokuto, kenma, iwaizumi, & matsukawa

✸ info & warnings: fluff, a tad bit suggestive

✸ SUNA jokingly complains that you treat his closet as your own. it starts with him offering you his jacket because you forgot yours or you helping yourself because his apartment is a little chilly. his faux complaints begin when he sees you wearing them long after the fact as if you’ve adopted them as your own. he lightheartedly pokes fun at you for being too stubborn to bring yours along and always makes a point of reminding you to return them. deep down, he really doesn’t mind seeing you walking around and sporting his hoodies. in fact, he prefers it that way.

✸ BOKUTO gets incredibly excited. he’s filled with a sense of pride when he sees you strolling around in his clothes. the sight immediately puts a smile on his face and he’s rushing over to wrap you in his arms. it also makes him a little more clingy than usual, so sometimes his hands unconsciously wander beneath the fabric since he’s so eager to feel you. he loves showing you off so seeing that you enjoy wearing his things and that you’re comfortable doing so makes him really happy. it has gotten to the point where you don’t have to sneakily invade his dresser or ask for his zip-ups because he’s offering them to you before you even can.

✸ KENMA accepts that you’ve taken free rein over his closet. if he spots a familiar character printed on the sweatshirt you’ve pulled on that looks strikingly similar to the one that has been missing for the past week, he just cheekily compliments “your” apparel. not that the gesture needs to be repaid, but since he isn’t as tall or built as most of the other guys he knows, he finds himself borrowing some of your hoodies that look particularly comfy. you two basically share closets. on the rare occasion that he goes shopping for new clothes, his mind tends to wander to whether or not it would be something you might like.

✸ IWAIZUMI rolls his eyes and lets it happen. he questioned your actions the first time it happened, not because he was mad, but because he was confused. he didn’t get the appeal of it, especially since you didn’t hold your punches when it came to criticizing his so-called bland sense of fashion. his concern disappeared at your confession of feeling close to him whenever you wore his clothing. he might have even started spraying the fabric with his cologne before loaning the items to you. he’ll never quite understand why you’re so fond of snuggling into the sweatshirts, but he’s happy so long as you are.

✸ MATSUKAWA teases you for being envious of his style. he finds it funny when you comb through his closet in search of one of his shirts or hoodies that you can dress up for some specific outing. each time you step out of the bedroom wearing something of his, he sees it as an opportunity to make a comment about your choice of outfit—something along the lines of him having a better eye for fashion since you always resort to going through his wardrobe when you can’t find anything to wear. despite all the teasing, he really does find it hot. the only thing he imagines would be more attractive is stripping his shirt off of you.

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their favorite physical thing about you

Characters: Miya Twins, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kuroo, Oikawa

A/N: guess who’s back from finals 🤩

✨Atsumu✨ loves your cheeks. Sometimes you puff them out in anger and all he wants to do is squish them. And when you jut your bottom lip out? He’ll definitely push your buttons just to see that cute, angry face of yours. Today, you two ate at Osamu’s restaurant - where you frequently ate to your heart’s content. “Why- why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when you stuffed too much food into your mouth at once. Noticing a bit of rice on the corner of your lip, he wiped it away with his thumb. “It’s nothing, just continue eating,” he said with eyes so full of admiration that he was oddly silent as he watched you.

✨Bokuto✨ also appreciates your thighs. His favorite thing to do is rest his head on your lap when you read and don’t give him too much attention. Something about it is so relaxing to him, but he can’t put his finger on it. Maybe because you were so soft that you may have just been a pillow. Sometimes, he does exactly what you do with his thighs: jiggle them just because why not. “Everyone says that we’re a power couple because of our power thighs,” he said with pride before his teammates, hands on his hips and a pleased smile on his face. Admittedly, it was true; even Bokuto’s fans talked about how you both had ‘juicy thighs.’

✨Osamu✨ is obsessed with your stomach. It’s nothing sexual but he does love touching it, tickling it, and pressing his face and lips against it. In particular, Osamu has a weird fixation with kissing your belly button. He litters raspberry kisses everywhere. “Stop! That- HAHA - that tickles!” You’re having a hard time breathing because your weirdo for a boyfriend won’t let go of your waist. “But I just wanna show you my love.” When he pouted up at you like that, it was hard to say no. Then again, it’s not like you could when he was a heavy weight and you couldn’t move away from him even if you tried.

✨Ushijima✨ loves your hands. He loves when they hold his cheeks as you pull his face down to you for a kiss. He loves when your hands hold his, either down the street in the middle of the day or in bed as you fall asleep. He loves when your delicate hands braid his hair when it’s long. “Baby, I think that’s enough,” you chuckled. He had spent the last few minutes kissing your hands, from knuckles to finger tips on each finger. “I’m sorry,” he was very sheepish about it. “It’s okay, but you need to get to practice,” you said as you pulled him towards you for a kiss and brushed his hair with your hands. Most importantly, he loved you.

✨Kuroo✨ can’t get enough of your hair. You use this lovely shampoo that floats around you like a sweet aroma cloud that he can’t help but mindlessly follow. It’s another reason why he loves being the big spoon, just so that he can smell your hair, brush his hands through it, and press kisses on the top of your head. You’re also the reason why he’s become very good at braiding hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he murmurs lovingly as your head is pressed against his chest. You chortle, “What will you do if I cut it?” A war of conflict flashed behind his eyes. He pouted but remembered it was just hair, “As long as I can still brush it in the morning, that’s all I care about.”

✨Oikawa✨ loves your sleeping face. Yes, it’s oddly specific and he gets judged for having a picture of you sleeping as his lock screen, but it’s his favorite picture of you. Nothing else comes close; not you glammed up for parties; and not you with basic makeup for a picnic date. Even if you drool, snore, or have the worst bed head, he will still admire you. The first time you slept together, you woke up from a weird sensation of someone staring at you. Indeed, it was Oikawa who gazed at you with all the love in the world. “You’re so angelic when you sleep,” he murmured. You blinked in confusion, “I have dried drool on the side of my mouth.”

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dilf!osamu x reader | wc: 730

cw: size kink, osamu's tiddies, voice kink, coc n bols, daddy is used once (1), osamu cums inside, praise kink, making out, cockwarming

taggin: @dearbraus ilu mwah mwah <3

contains 18+ content. minors dni.

god, i know it's been said so many times, but... dilf!osamu...

there's no other way to describe him other than thick. thick arms, thick thighs, thick torso— all wrapped up in layers of plush muscle and fat that make you want to cry just looking at him. he always has all the sweet, pretty things swarming him whenever he works the register, but he's never given you a reason to worry. not when his eyes are only on you.