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honestly i hate how this turned out (im mad just lookin at it) but a wise man once said “it eez what it eez”

Now, listen Anya. Starting today, you will be my daughter, but if anyone asks, you’ve always been my daughter. Got it?

Yep.

Make sure you address me as “Father”.

Papa.

That’ll do.

Thank you so much for taking time to write this @lyditheoverthinker ! I absolutely love it! ❤️❤️❤️

Roses & Knots (Osamu x f!reader)

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (f receaving), slight possessiveness and jealousy, tiny mention of mirror sex.

This little fic came into existence thanks to a request from @sassycheesecake ! Thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this ^-^

“Can you help me with this, ‘Samu?” You ask while giving your back to your boyfriend, your dress opened wide and leaving your back bare.

“Of course.” Osamu gives up on his tie knot and comes to you, his fingers delicately grabbing the zip and carefully pulling it up. “All done,” he says, his tone calm and his eyes lingering on your back.

“Thank you.” You turn your head a little, smiling at him, and you’re met with his hair brushing on your cheek. He’s leaving a kiss on your shoulder, on the bare skin right next to the dress’ fabric.

“You look so good in this dress,” he says as he raises his gaze and looks at you through the mirror you were using a moment earlier to fix your hair and makeup.

“Aww, you look good too, baby” you say with a bright smile. “But what are you doing with that tie?” You ask, a vein of amusement in your voice. Osamu is good at many things, but fixing his tie is not one of them.

You turn and pick the tie in your hands. “Here, let me help you.” As you say so, you start tying the accessory, a focused, serene look on your face, and Osamu can’t help but stare at you, at every little detail, at every little change in expression you do while your skilled hands take care of him.

“Isn’t this the tie you were wearing when you asked me out?” You ask tilting your head.

Osamu stares at it for a moment and his brows rise. “It is. How do you remember that?”

“Are you kidding? Atsumu almost choked you with that two years ago! How could I forget that?”

It’s true. The day Osamu asked you out was also the day Atsumu did.

Ridiculous, right? You had known the Miya twins for a while and the both of them had been swept off their feet by your gracious and wild personality.

For some fate’s joke, they had both decided to ask you out on the same day. Osamu had arrived first, a bouquet of roses and sunflowers –your favourites– in his hand. Atsumu had knocked on your door a minute later, a box of chocolates under his arm, and the mess had begun.

“The two of you fought like some idiotic teens,” you say with a little scoff, reminiscing the experience.

“Hey, it was 'Tsumu who started,” Osamu replies, a little shake of his head showing how the memory is still fresh in his mind.

“Yeah, but you could have let it go instead of doing a fucking spear on him,” you retort, a soft laugh leaving your lips. You’re done with the knot and you’re about to turn toward the mirror again, but Osamu grabs your hands in his.

“Why are you defending him?” He asks, his tone a bit lower than just a moment prior. “Do you regret your choice?”

He’s clearly kidding, you can see it in his dark eyes staring at you with a challenging look.

“Who knows…” you reply teasingly, a sly smile appearing on your lips. Then you pull away, turning around for real this time, but Osamu has no intention of letting it go.

“Are you sure you wanna play this game?” He murmurs in your ear, his hands now on your hips, his pads brushing against the soft fabric of your dress. 

“I’m not playing,” you reply, feigning ignorance, and a shiver runs down your neck at the warm breath of your boyfriend in your ear.

“If you wanna go for 'Tsumu, you’re still in time. I’ve seen how he eyes you when he thinks I’m not looking.” Osamu’s voice is even lower than before and there’s an intensity in it that has your breathing quicken. His hands start moving down, leaving your hips and reaching your thighs.

“Really? I didn’t know you were okay with open relationships,” you tease, your smirk now evident and your eyes piercing his. You would never openly admit it, but you like it when Osamu gets a little jealous.

He scoffs. Your provocation clearly hit the mark. “Maybe I should remind you of one of the perks of being with me.” Osamu’s grey eyes shine and his hands wander to the hem of your dress. He’s quick to pull it up and cup your clothed core, the sudden touch making you inhale quickly in surprise.

“'Samu, we have to finish getting ready,” you try to say, but your tone lacks any kind of conviction as your hips roll a little to meet Osamu’s crotch. He’s somehow already half-hard and the sigh he gives at the contact goes directly to your core.

“We still have time… and I have something more important on my mind right now,” he replies in your ear, and he nibbles at it, grinding himself on your ass while his fingers start tracing slow lines on your clothed folds.

You moan, and that moan marks the point of no return. Hearing your voice like that, there’s no way Osamu is going to stop now.

He starts trailing kisses along your neck, your shoulders, the part of your back that the dress leaves seducingly naked, and you abandon yourself to his touch, your mind divided between the softness of his lips and the pressure of his fingers down on your core.

Osamu knows exactly how to turn you on and he’s quick to turn you around, pulling your panties down, making you lean on the vanity behind you and kneeling in front of you.

His hooded eyes are full of lust when he dives between your legs, pressing his tongue on your folds, pampering you with soft licks and gentle sucks on your clit.

Your moans quickly start to fill the room and Osamu can feel his cock struggling in his tight pants. He’s fully erect now.

His tongue glides along your folds and he moans, the vibration of his voice making you whimper. “You’re so wet, babe, are you sure you don’t know your answer already?”

He then sucks at your clit and you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling at it lightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

Your voice is so sweet in his ears and he makes sure to make it come out as much as he can, his fingers soon finding their way into your core, sliding in slowly and making you gulp loudly.

It’s not long before you’re close to your orgasm. Between his fingers and his tongue, Osamu is touching all the right places and he knows that very well.

He suddenly pulls back, his hair leaving your fingers and his blessed tongue leaving your clit. You whimper at the action, but Osamu locks his eyes on yours and smirks. “Not yet.”

Then he makes you turn around, your elbows now on the table, your ass sticking out, your core impossibly wet and needy for stimulation.

Osamu is quick to unbutton his pants and lower his boxers, and the moment he loosens his tie you bite your lip, a hot flash of arousal spreading through your body.

His cock is swollen, oozing pre-cum and painfully hard. When he aligns it to your core and presses his head into you, you lose your breath, and you’re so ready to welcome him in, but he doesn’t move.

You turn your head, an interrogative look on your face, and you see Osamu staring at your ass and then moving his eyes up to you. “Who do you belong to?” He asks, and his voice is charged with lust like a triple chocolate cake is with flavour.

“To you, 'Samu, I belong to you,” you reply honestly, your core clenching around the tip of his cock. “Only to you.”

He can hear it in your voice, your sincerity. He can also hear how needy you are and he would never dream of leaving you unsatisfied.

He tightens the grip on your hips, his fingers sinking in your soft skin and he bottoms up with one slow thrust.

You moan out his name and before you can breathe in he starts pounding into you at a fast pace.

It’s a mix of pain and pleasure at first, the sudden intrusion making your core struggle to adjust, but when even the pain transforms into pleasure your brows furrow and your mouth remains agape, little sounds coming out as Osamu’s thrusts fill you up completely.

He loves having you like this, your dress crumpled on your back, your face reflected in the mirror, your core sucking him in.

His pace is relentless, his hips smack against your ass, and your makeup trembles on the vanity.

You feel so hot.

Your head is lowered on the wooden surface, your warm breath making vapour form on it, when you feel Osamu’s hand touching your cheek and jaw lightly. “Look up, babe, you’re beautiful.” He makes you raise your head and what you see in the mirror leaves you breathless.

Your face is contracted in pleasure, your hair is a mess already, but what really attracts your attention is seeing Osamu behind you, his tight shirt stretching on his muscles at every movement, his hand on your face, his brows furrowed, his mouth agape. It turns you on so much.

Without ever stopping to sink himself into you, he moves his hand and snakes it down your stomach, reaching for your clit, making quick circles on your sensitive nub.

Your moans get louder, your legs start shaking and you unravel, your walls fluttering around his cock and triggering his own climax. Osamu groans in your ear, his hand still on your clit as you ride your wave of pleasure, and he spills into you, his cock throbbing inside you as he gives some slow, final thrusts.

The two of you remain there, connected, breathless, with Osamu peppering kisses all along your back.

He then grabs a napkin from the vanity and pulls out. Then he looks at you, his face satisfied and seemingly innocent. “Well, I kind of made a mess here, I think we should shower again.”

He unzips your dress and you squeal when he picks you up in his arms.

“What?” he replies, a sly smile on his face, “We can’t go out like this, right?”

The moment you step in the shower, seeing his naked body in front of you and his member erect once again, you surrender to the fact that you’re not going out tonight.

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pov: your camera roll if kuroo tetsurou were your bf :”> (+ an extra manga ver of the first pic!)

i tried out a new colouring/rendering style and i really really like it!! will def be colouring like this more often :D

Paper Itadori Yuuji

↳ Requested by @zoycitem

CONTAINS SPOILER!!!

Official Post-timeskip illustrations by Furudate-sensei for the celebration of HAIKUU!!'s 10th Anniversary. 🎉🎉🎉

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