#i wrote this in 30 minutes🙏🏽

[gojosuagrbaby]

thinking about dilf!osamu as always :(

just imagine, dilf!osamu who has his eyes set on one particular pretty little regular, who always finds their way into onigiri miya every saturday night like clockwork. coming in before the masses of drunkards just so they we can have a chat with him before the chaos ensues. not that he minds, oh god no, how could he?

dilf!osamu would close the shop early if it meant you would sit in that barstool by the counter, your tits pushed together by your arms, and bat those innocent eyes at him. (he also would close it to shove his cock down your throat)

dilf!osamu who knows your order off by heart, and always throws in a little freebie weather it be a flavor you’ve never tried or a small mochi his daughter made for him.

dilf!osamu who eventually gets tired of the back and forth, desperately needing to fuck you see you outside of the restaurant! so he makes a plan, the next time you come into the restaurant he’ll throw his number in the bag too…or he’ll just ask straight out?

dilf!osamu who nearly keels over when he sees you walk into the restaurant the following saturday, in a tiny little outfit that leaves next to nothing to the imagination. he swallows hard as he looks you up and down, his voice coming out a lot more hoarse then he wanted it to.

“hey osamu~” you purred at him, and he genuinely thinks he creamed his pants a little like a pathetic teenager. for crying out loud the man is twice your age, you shouldn’t be having this effect on him!

but…when you sit down in your usual spot, leaning over the counter to talk to him, it clicks. you knew exactly what you were doing.

dilf!osamu who listens to you chatter on and on about your night, everything going in one ear and out the other. he doesn’t mean to! really he doesn’t..it’s just so hard when your talking to animatedly..and your tits keep jumping at him, basically calling him to his doom like a siren.

dilf!osamu who only snaps out of it when you call his name, tilting your head to the side with an innocent look on your face, if he was paying attention he would notice the small smirk forming.

you have him right where you want him.

dilf!osamu who says fuck it and leans over, smashing his lips against yours in a all too messy, yet very heated, kiss. the sheer desperation behind the kiss is enough to let a whimper slip through your lips as you grip osamu like he’s your life line, practically climbing over the counter to be impossibly closer to him.

dilf!osamu breaks the kiss first, both of you panting slightly as your eyes mirror each other, lust blown and hungry.

“fuck, m’sorry.. i got carried away i should’ve-”

you cut him off swiftly with a giggle, a sound that causes osamus hips to buck into the air, his cock twitching in his pants.

“i was hopin’ you’d do it before i had to”

you grin up at him, spreading your legs slightly as you fix your position, sitting on the edge of the counter facing him.

oh he is so fucked.

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pt 2

an, i literally wrote this for my bsf because we’re mourning this one osamu fic we read, so i had to try lift out moods!

[inoriemiko]

Funny how by up to 10 minutes past 5pm, I was tweaking down a depressive episode, even wrote a suicide note half way. I had texted my fp an hour earlier so him not responding or even reading my texts made me spiral even further. I had browsed painless ways to die and wept and was just spiraling, fast. I had no one to talk to, no reason to even be alive, the guy I'm talking to doesn't seem to want to put in the effort I'm pouring in, I don't know how I feel about my one friend in my course and I couldn't disturb my flatmates with my problems.

I prayed and cried(tearless) and was just generally tweaking so bad I couldn't even escape into sleep. I'm not sure if I even slept for more than 30 minutes without waking up from anxiety.

The trigger was that my uni emailed me saying that they could pull me out and revoke my visa because my fees haven't been paid yet(they have been paid actually,idk what the uni is on) and I'll be deported and UK shii. I'm in my last year, and I've barely passed my other 2 years with 3rd classes and have been working really hard to pass this year. I try to read every night, I put in 3 times more effort into my studies than I ever have (Given my social and mental situation rn). I'm set on passing no matter what it costs me(without cheating or selling y soul or some other extremes), if it makes my parents proud and shows that my dad isn't working like a dog back at home(in Nigeria) to just pay for my fees(I have 2 other siblings in uni who he also pays fees for, I can't even imagine how many loans he has to take and how much of his savings he has dug into.)

[Quick note, I'm the only one schooling in the UK. As of today 1 Pound is 2,119 Naira (currency in Nigeria). My fees are about 23,500 Pounds, and, I'll spare you the maths, in Naira, my dad has to pay up to 50,000,000 Naira. I wish I was joking but that's only my school fees, excluding my spending fees, traveling fees, accommodation fees, and not to talk of my other siblings fees as well. We are middle class Nigerians btw so it's only by God's grace we have made it this far]

It triggered me even more because I knew I've sent an email to the school a few weeks back telling them that my fees have been paid but I got no response now they are threatening me??!? And yes, I also blame myself because after that email I sent all those weeks ago, I completely forgot to follow up with them, again given my emotional circumstances. I'm so scared, I barely managed to make it to third year without getting my visa revoked the first time due to me being in an integrated masters course not not making it into the masters course third year so I had to be dropped to a bachelor's third year(UKIV sucks frr) and now this?!??

Anyways, the depressive episode lasted for hours till around 8-9pm. I'm not sure if I was even asleep or dissociated but I feel okay. Feels like I woke up honestly but I can't remember that period of time, it's fuzzy. Anyways, I'm okay now(my socially acceptable way of saying I feel numb and empty inside) and I am no more suicidal, yayyy.

But my fp left me on read so there's still that, and I'm not sure what tomorrow holds regarding my entire school fees issue so there is still the anxiety looking overhead about that. I just pray my fees have actually reached the school and the school was just not thorough enough 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Also, about to continue my chronic overspending spree on this Bath and body works Japanese cherry blossom perfume. Omg, it smells sooooooo good🤧