#Sleep well everyone! <3

[osamusriceballs]

Finding Love

Bokuto x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Warnings: NSFW (dry humping, sex against a wall)

About: A one night stand with Bokuto <3

A/n: I'm craving more one night stands with the haikyuu boys. Suna next. PERIOD.

"Y/n-"

The way he holds you sends shivers down your body. You're seated on his lap, his muscular thighs between yours, his lips delivering the messiest, hottest, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Both of his large hands rest on your back, pulling you close, so close to him.

One of your hands rests on his shoulder, while the other finds its way into his spikey hair—messing it up as you involuntarily grab the strands tighter when he intensifies his actions.

"Koutaro..." His name still feels foreign on your tongue, a hazy memory from the introductions exchanged during passionate kisses in his car. His low groan assures you that you pronounced it correctly, and you're rewarded with a particularly hard suck against your throat.

He's hard. Unmistakably so. You subtly shift your weight, while your hand glides down his chest, tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles. He's not just tall, he exudes strength and fitness, making you feel incredibly safe and cherished in his embrace.

Your heart races in your chest, probably due to your excitement. Every move he makes steals your breath, his groans intensifying the sensation of his lips marking your skin.

"Y/n?" He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, a questioning furrow in his brow. He looks so good that it momentarily takes your breath away.

"Yes?" Your reply, and your hand releases his hair, allowing him to adjust his posture and sit back.

"Could we move this to the bedroom?" His question is filled with hesitation, his cheeks tinted with a pink flush while his teeth dig into his lower lip as soon as he finishes speaking.

Both of you know what he just proposed. Your mind races, and his expression shifts as he waits for your response—his gaze now dropping, an endearing shyness in his posture.

"We don't have to if you're not comfortable. I just thought..."

"No! I mean, yes, let's go to the bedroom." You quickly interrupt, eager to ensure that you want it too. You want to continue this, to explore more of him.

His expression changes once more, an enthusiastic grin playing across his features. His hands wander to your ass, and before you can react, he stands up with you still in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his arousal pressing against your barely covered core—restrained only by the thin layers of your panties and his dress pants.

"I want so much more. To see you, to feel you," he murmurs, while he's walking towards what you presume is the bedroom. "Please, I want it- I want you so much," you gasp, trying to grind against him, the friction adding fuel to your arousal.

A hard kick of his leg opens door, and suddenly, you're pressed against the wall. He's towering over you, his lips finding yours in a feverish kiss full of hunger and need. His lips against yours are intoxicating, plump and soft, with a sweetness and passion that convinces you that you're the only focus of his desire right now. Pressed against the wall, you're barely able to think, only able to feel.

"Do you... want to continue like this? Against the wall?" His words reach your ears as barely more than a breath, his kiss taking all your thoughts away. His words and his sheer strength make your body tremble even more with excitement.

"Yes, Koutaro," you breathe out, your voice full with anticipation. Your hands dig under the fabric of his shirt, meeting the warm expanse of his bare back. His muscles are tense and firm, a clear sign of his physical strength- he probably hits the gym regularly.

"Fuck me, Koutaro, please." The plea slips from your lips, the words coming out breathy and needy. His response is immediate, his hips grinding against you, his cock pressing hardly against your cunt.

"Koutaro. Please," you rasp the words against his lips again, feeling him trembling with excitement suddenly. Your hands wander between your bodies, finally, a little clumsily reaching the button of his pants and fumbling for a few seconds before you open it and reach into his boxers. He breaks the kiss when your fingertips brush against his cock, feeling him hard and throbbing against you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy and ragged, while you keep palming him and exploring his body. His cock is thick, so thick that you're not sure if you could wrap your hand fully around him. But what makes you tremble in anticipation is how long it actually is. His cock definitely matches his physical appearance—broad and tall.

"Your hand feels good, so good, so good," he suddenly thrusts his hips against your hand, and you quickly move your other hand to the hem of his boxers to pull them down. His cock finally springs free, pressing up against your body, and you simply reach down to push your panties to the side and line his cock up at your entrance.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, his hot breath meeting the shell of your ear, and he finally, finally pushes into you, the head of his cock disappearing between your legs and making your eyes roll back.

"Kou, fuck, Kou," you groan, your head falling back against the wall, not caring about the thump and the loud sound of your head crashing against the wall echoing through the room, along with your lewd moan and his grunts.

His hips slowly push forward, his cock deliciously stretching you out while he sinks deeper into your cunt. He easily slides through your wetness, his hands gripping your ass even tighter, leaving fingerprints on your backside for sure, and you clench around him when he's fully inside of you.

Your lips part as you breathe heavily, your muscles tensing at the sudden feeling of being overwhelmed with emotions. His hips suddenly move back and slam forward, his cock barely leaving your pussy, but the sudden thrust makes you gasp for air. "Oh, please-" you whine, not even sure what you're begging for, but he has you, he thrusts his hips again, and again, harder with every thrust, his movements suddenly even more unrestricted. "Tell me when you want me to stop," he whispers against your ear, and you only moan in response before he starts to thrust faster.

"Oh my god, fuck-" curses and prayers leave your lips endlessly, until you only manage to moan his name when he thrusts his cock into you, again and again. Your mind is hazy, your whole body electrified by his touch, your pussy deliciously clenching around him at every particularly sharp thrust.

"Touch yourself," he groans into your ear, your whole body shuddering at his raspy needy voice. You quickly bring one hand to your chest and start palming yourself, squeezing your tit through your shirt with your hand. A gasp leaves your lips, and suddenly Bokuto's face is right in front of you, his lips connecting with yours hungrily, firmly, with an intensity that makes your whole body burn. Your hand wanders further down while you keep on kissing him, your fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to rub against it feverishly.

"You're so hot, so damn hot," his words make you flush even further, and you reciprocate the kiss with more intensity, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

"Please, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, Kou," you whine, your hips rutting against him and grinding against his broad body. "Can't stop, baby, feels too good, you feel so good," he sounds almost desperate while he's grinding your body against him, the feeling making you see stars, you're so close, so close-

He presses his face against your neck, the sounds of his grunts and moans muffled against your skin, and when his hands grab your thighs almost painfully hard and he thrusts hard again—that's when you finally feel yourself cum, your muscles contracting and your body arching in his hold, your head falling back and your eyes rolling back in your head. "Kou, fuck-" you moan his name, your voice sounding so lewd that you'd be embarrassed, but your name leaves his lips at the same time, his body tensing and you feel a sudden warmth between your legs, his cum filling you up and making your high even more intense.

Your breath comes out erratically from your lips, your chest heaving heavily while your fingers comb through his hair. Most of his hairspray is already on your hands, the strands turning surprisingly soft, and you slightly tug on them after a while, to make him lift his face.

He quickly raises his head at the feeling, and your breath stops for a second when you see his face. He looks so cheerful and happy, his features even softer than you've ever seen before. He presses a quick peck to your lips, the gesture so soft and surprising that you can only stare at him with your jaw slightly dropped.

He finally stumbles back, his arms shaking, but his grip around your thighs still firm, and only two steps later he simply falls back onto the bed, your body resting on top of him. His cock is still half inside of you, slowly turning from hard to soft, but still so warm and welcome.

His hands find your bare back under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing you closer. Bokuto exudes a soothing warmth, his body like a heater beneath you, and your fingers roam around his chest and play with the hem of his shirt. You did all this, and yet you're both still almost fully clothed- you can't even imagine how much more intense it would be if you're both naked.

"My friend Akaashi—you've seen him before, remember the guy with glasses? That's my best friend," he suddenly breaks the silence, prompting you to lift your gaze to meet his. His sweet smile causes your lips to curl upwards too. "Yes, I remember him. He was very polite." Bokuto's grin widens, and he nods with enthusiasm. "That's him. Akaashi told me that I'm not cut out for one-night stands. That they are all 'devoid of love'. But I believe that love can also start physically like this, don't you think? Because this did feel like the beginning of love." His sincere tone catches you off-guard, your eyebrows arching in surprise.

"I... yes, I think so too." Your response makes him smile even more- and the butterflies won't stop in your stomach.

"So... do you think we could see each other again?"

You feel his cum trickling between your legs, but both of you only focus on each other, not caring about the slowly growing stains on his dark pants. Your eyes are focused on him, his eyes shining with brightness and hope, his focus entirely on you. A comforting warmth washes over you, and you smile widely when you reply and lean closer to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yes. Yes, I think so."

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

so i've had a lil fic idea floating in my head for a bit. it's fun to think about!

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

leafpool and squirrelflight <33

[sluckythewizard]

these are A BIT OLD but uhhh here check out these aggio doodles i did forever ago. still VERY happy w my colors :3

[lifemod17]

saw That One impudent and heinous anon ask going around just now (editing cuz it was actually like 12hrs ago but i was busy then but the message still stands) BUT since they were a coward hiding behind an anonymous ask, I'm not gonna reblog it cuz they just want the attention ✨

Instead I'm just gonna leave this little reminder from Vessel himself ^^^

OH ALSO FROM II HIMSELF:

[roomy-ghosted]

JUST started a good Durge playthrough and I'm dying over my absolute little guy bard Tinfoil.

[capricores]

one thing about people with pisces and taurus placements is that they are going to sleep. they are probably asleep right now. they are resting. napping. taking a little snooze. no one and nothing will stop them from having a little restful slumber! it does not matter where they are, what time it is, how long they slept last night or how long their to do list is. they will sleep!!! they may have their eyes open or be in a conversation with you but they are actually eyes open sleeping having a nice little dream about their future and their bed

[crescentfool]

i love ryomina

no but seriously. even when i’m thinking about other things that captivate my interest, i find myself coming back to them and feeling like i fell down three whole flights of staircases every time i do. they are one of my favorite pairs in media and are very special to me.

it’s the way that ryoji and minato’s lives are inevitably intertwined with each other due to the circumstances 10 years ago on the moonlight bridge. without no minato, there is no ryoji. minato as he is today is because of ryoji. they have irreparably affected each other’s lives that you cannot discuss one without bringing up the other one.

ryoji mochizuki, who is death, pharos, thanatos, nyx avatar, the man of many names and identities, is the perfect summation of p3′s messages and themes.

minato arisato, the wildcard and protagonist, who has boundless kindness in his actions despite the unfortunate cards handed to him.

the two of them complement each other and tell a beautiful story from start to finish.

minato’s personas capture this perfectly. he awakens to orpheus, who’s flames burns bright, is snuffed out by thanatos during the encounter against the arcana magician. a visual precursor of the idea that ryoji stole from the life that minato could have had.

it’s the way that over the course of the game as minato interacts with pharos, talking throughout the dark hour, forging a bond that cannot be broken, that allows ryoji to exist. minato humanizes death.

november. the bells toll, calling the appriser. and yet, it’s peaceful... quiet, and full of life. ryoji, who breaks free from death’s chains, refusing his role, is given the chance to live for a month. to make the most of the humanity that minato has given him over those ten years. and what a life he lived. ryoji’s life is a reflection of what minato’s life could have been like in another universe.

it is the way the two of them are reflections of each other. ryoji with his hair down is just like minato. they are both stubbornly committed to choosing to be kind, to love life, yet are chained down by the cards the narrative dealt them with. they finish each other’s sentences, knowing each other intimately in a way no one else does.

how is that, a boy who lived for only one month, profoundly changes the course of the narrative? he is simultaneously relevant and irrelevant. blink, and you miss it, the beautiful life that he led.

ryoji is horrified at the revelations of being the appriser. he who so desperately wished to forget that his existence was meant to bring the end to all life, was unable to escape the inevitability of death. in a non-human way, of course. he becomes remorseful. a shadow of his brief time as a human who was enamored by the small beautiful things that life had to offer.

he is swallowed by grief. grief knowing that his very existence will take away not only minato’s life, but everyone else’s. the very thing that ryoji loved- life, fundamentally went against the role he was born for- to be the harbinger of death. and unable to grapple with this sadness he believes that the best thing for minato to do is to kill him, so that SEES can live in bliss not knowing about their inevitable end.

SEES is left rattled, calling into question what the meaning of life is and what they do when faced against the inevitability of death.

and!!! minato chooses!! for ryoji to live!! even in spite of what ryoji is MEANT to embody, minato still stubbornly chooses to defy death itself! and if that’s not cool i don’t know what is!! minato wants everyone to have the chance to live!!

so he climbs. he ascends tartarus, to meet ryoji, again, who is now the nyx avatar. and i just think there’s something so so beautiful about being able to use messiah, minato’s ultimate persona, against nyx avatar.

messiah, being the fusion of orpheus and thanatos is peak ryomina to me. because ryoji and minato have established an unbreakable bond from having been entwined for 10 years, minato still has a piece of death with him, and by proxy!! ryoji is able to defy and rebel against nyx trying to bring the fall! and i think that’s fucking cool shit if you ask me!

even when all of the arcanas have been gone through, it’s still not enough to stop the fall. and yet. minato knows. in the way that ryoji was sealed in minato 10 years ago by aigis... minato becomes the great seal so that everyone can live. it comes full circle.

march rolls around. he fulfills his promise to SEES on graduation day. minato dies from exhaustion. but goddamn does his sacrifice make me weep- he’s had such, such a tiring journey. he’s been through so many things because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but at the end of it all, he’s reunited with ryoji in death.

and i think this is why ryomina continues to evoke so much emotions for me, to this day. the relationship that they have embodies so much of persona 3′s messages and themes that it makes me feel like a microwave with nothing running in it.

p3′s message is very hopeful, for me. my favorite takeaway from it is that even if death is inevitable, appreciating the life that we were given and choosing to live as best as we can with kindness (even if we can’t feasibly do everything), is just? really nice? and you see this manifest in both ryoji and minato’s personalities and what they do for the other characters.

ryomina just feels so distinct to me, the flavor that their relationship ties back to my favorite takeaways from this game and im just!!  god!! i love you minato arisato! i love you ryoji mochizuki! im so glad that i could meet them! i’m happy that they changed my life! they made me want to appreciate the connections in life even if they were fleeting! they made me!! want to pay attention to the good moments in life and cherish them!

i love ryomina so much!!! i’m so glad that these two could bring so much joy into my life! and i hope that others can have this joy too! 💛💙

[potatobugz]

Lego Monkie Kid... AU? Idea ? I had? here's this

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 9 <3

Sakusa x begging

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"What was that? I couldn't hear you there."

He doesn't sound the slightest bit sincere with his hand around your throat, effectively hindering you from speaking any coherent words. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes while he lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in all the marks he has left on your collarbones and cleavage so far.

Blood rushes to your head when he releases his grip on your neck, and you gasp and cough before you take a deep breath and fill your lungs. "Kiyoomi- please- I said please," you still feel lightheaded, your desperation clearly evident in your face.

"Just 'Kiyoomi, please'? That's not enough," he mocks your breathless whimper and suddenly grabs your hips and brings you on top of him, effectively making you straddle his lap. You bring your hands to his shoulders and cling to him, the white number 15 feeling soft under your fingers when you roam one hand down to his chest. His heart beats steady and calm under your fingers, just the slightest bit faster than usual, betraying his calm demeanor.

"C'mon, you wanted me to fuck you, now show me how badly you want it," he taunts you, his baritone vibrating against your body when his lips finally catch yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands dig into his shirt, desperate to keep him close, but he all too soon leans back and rests his upper body on the bed, his dark eyes now focused on you. You sit there for a second, allowing yourself to admire the way he looks so handsome, with his messy hair and still slightly sweaty face after he had just finished the game.

You hesitantly move your hips until you position yourself right above his crotch, an encouraging sound leaving his lips when you slowly grind against him. "Please, Kiyoomi. I want you so bad. Need you so bad." You brace yourself on his chest and start grinding harder, feeling his hard cock between your legs, rubbing you just the right way. "Yeah? Tell me more, princess." His hands rub your thighs, the feeling his bare hands on your skin sending little sparks along the path of his fingers. "Want to feel you inside, Kiyoomi, please. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel your cock," your needy pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, as he still calmly rubs your thighs and doesn't make an attempt to take things further.

"I like the sound of that." He bucks his hips into yours, clearly intent on making you even more desperate. "Take off your shirt." You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing the black fabric with the matching number 15 carelessly to the ground, taking a mental note to take it home with you later. Your hands go back to support your body on his chest while you grind on him, his eyes now focused on the pretty black bra that you thoughtfully decided to wear today. "Kiyoomi, please- I want more," you whine, the friction feeling good, yet not enough. "I'm all yours, just take what you need, y/n." There is always something intimate in the way he says your name when you're alone, it rolls like honey from his lips, deep and rich and only serving to spur you on further.

You rub your clit along the length of his cock, the rock-hard outline clearly visible and impossible to miss under his sweats and providing you with enough friction to make you even needier. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, rocking you on his body more vigorously the longer you keep going. His name leaves your lips with a soft plea, the heat now surging through your body while you keep on dry-humping, just rubbing your bodies against each other and keeping intense eye-contact.

"Y/n- ahh- please-" a groan leaves his lips, his hips bucking against your body. The sudden movement makes you close your eyes from pleasure, the muscles in your thighs slowly getting sore and tired but he's helping you keeping up your pace. Your nails dig into his chest and your body tenses as you slowly build up more friction with each grind against his body. A needy whimper of his name leaves your lips, and you rut against him like you're in heat, the sound of rustling clothes and your moans filling the room. Your jaw drops when you feel yourself slowly working towards the edge, a last "Kiyoomi-" leaving your lips before your body succumbs and brings you to your high. Your thighs clench around his hips, your body rocking on frantically while you clench around nothing, the hard outline of his cock just perfect for you to grind on, the intensity of the slowly build up orgasm overwhelming to you.

You breathe heavily when you calm down from your high, now carefully sitting a back to not hurt him, and he catches your hands on his chest while he sits up, seemingly effortlessly and elegant. He brings one hand to your cheek and tilts your face upwards to meet him, and the way his eyes captivate yours makes your heart beat faster again. A slight blush covers his cheeks, a rare sight on him, before he connects your lips, deeply kissing you and inserting his tongue in your mouth softly. You move your lips, simply following his lead as he presses your barely clad chest against his and holds you close, his still hard cock clearly evident between your bodies. He parts slowly, his pupils wide from lust and a barely noticeable smile adorns his lips while he directs your body on the mattress, not caring about your whines of of being sensitive, but instead encouragingly patting your backside.

"Come on, princess. Get that ass up and face down. I want to hear you beg some more."

[niymue]

[boxwinebaddie]

UNCLE NINNAA ITS EARLY AS SHIT WHERE I AM RN AND IM CRYINGGG OVER THAT THAT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE OMFF FUCK YOU MY FACE IS WET AND THEY ARE SO SWWEETTTT

ahahaha!!! happy mother's day, darling! my gift to you xx

because i know not all of us have a strong mother figure in our lives, so at least you can rest easy knowing you have two super cool dads again and, in that sense, are no longer children of divorce! <3 :') EEE!

-uncle nina, single mom of two gaywads, doin gods work

[hazard-and-friends]

my pure herdy dog is experimenting with exactly how flat she can get and the herding mix is nesting in all of his blankets we are not the same

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok catches a cold

[lesbiansanemi]

Do you think if I wish hard enough my mom will get electrocuted by a string of Christmas lights and just go up in a cloud of smoke. It’d be a Christmas miracle

[bubmyg]

jeongguk is my sweetie forever we know this but that clip of him saying to live your life and he’ll be back is so. incredibly sad LMAO. like he just /looks/ sad and he sounds sad and he’s doing all his little nervous habits. just. sad :-( and once again infuriating how anyone can have it in them romanticize a single aspect of forced conscription lmao