PLS I ONLY SAW HALF UR FACE BUT U LOOK CUTE AF

PLS I ONLY SAW HALF UR FACE BUT U LOOK CUTE AF <33

BABE OMG BEING CALLED CUTE FROM THE MOST PRETTIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET (AKA YOU!!!!!!!!!) IS SUCH A HIGH HONOR TYSM RIS ILY 😭🥰

[HAIKYUU BOYS + SEX ED]

summary: one teaching the other how to fuck better <3 cast: kita + atsumu, oikawa + kageyama, tendou + goshiki, meian + hinata, daishou + kuroo, ushijima + sakusa, iwaizumi + kyoutani, daichi + yamaguchi, futakuchi + aone, akiteru + kei, f!reader warnings: 18+, minors dni, poly, some cucking, choking, alcohol, abuse of authority a/n: planned at 1 am w @kiyownme who just needs a husband who can eat her pussy better </3 and also @ohno-otome​ who needs her tits sucked

— KITA SHINSUKE + MIYA ATSUMU;

inarizaki reunions are always a blast, especially when you find yourself pressed against the bathroom stall, being fucked into from behind by atsumu while kita watches. as their former manager, you took good care of them in high school, always bringing them water, towels, snacks. and you suppose you still are taking care of them, in a sense.

“ah f-fuck- feels so good, princess,” atsumu pants. the squelching sounds of his cock disappearing into your cunt join the rattling of the stall door you have your hands planted on. too weak to hold your head up, you let it hang. at that angle, you can see your gushing juices dripping down the insides of your thighs. “fuck- m’close- gonna cum-”

his cock slows inside you, thick length and ridges dragging deliciously against your twitching walls. you muster up enough energy to look over your shoulder, cunt clenching even more when you see kita leaned against the tiles of the wall, arms folded, watching you quietly, even despite the obvious bulge in the crotch of his pants. only when atsumu’s about to pull out though, is when he finally speaks.

“what are you doin’?”

atsumu blinks, stilling. “m’not wearin’ a condom-”

“finish inside her.” kita’s eyes flash. “you know you want to.”

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MSBY boys + locker room sex

MINORS DNI — 18+

pairings: meian shugo, miya atsumu, adriah tomas, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoya (x fem! reader)

warnings: exhibitionism, cunnilingus, blow jobs, hair pulling

a/n: teamwork with @inarizahki cause we share one brain cell she has .75 and i have .25 help jdjddnfn

Second version here

♡ 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐍

— Meian’s got younger members on the team that just don’t know their place, always question his pointers or rules, always make a scene when he’s trying not to get the public’s eye on them, and most of all, always eyeing you like you’re a meal. So, as a captain’s duty, he’s gotta teach them the basics, rule number one is that you’re his.

Meian has you sprawled on the bench, your back pressed against the cold wood as he groans into your collarbone, littering marks all over the skin as he ruts into you with an unforgiving pace. You can’t stop the whines that spill from your lips, begging him to take it somewhere less open. “Sh-shugo, baby—oh god—they could come in any moment,” you gasp as he bites into your skin. “Oh, is that so?” he grunts, only going faster, making your eyes roll back. “You’re so lost on my cock, you can’t even see they’re right there?” And just as he’s claimed, four wide eyed rookies stand at the entrance, eyes lust filled and tents forming in their shorts as they watch you lose yourself in pleasure. “Well, you guys—fuck—you guys all got a show. Now get out.” They don’t need to be told twice.

♡ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

— Atsumu is the rhythm of the game, he’s the whole reason the team’s got flow, so he likes to think. Naturally, he deserves appreciation for his skills, he deserves a small prize of his own—and what better prize than to have his best girl on her knees, sat right between his spread thighs as she shows him just who’s her number one.

Your lips are hot on Atsumu’s flesh, kissing up his inner thighs as his member stands tall, pre cum leaking from the angry tip. Grabbing it, you press more kisses up his shaft, placing one last one right on his tip, tongue gliding through his slit, making him groan as he throws his head back. “C-c’mon angel, get on with it,” he says, voice tight. He doesn’t bother hiding his moans when you take him in your mouth, letting them spill freely as they echo through the empty locker room. “God baby, yer so g-good ta me—fuck, just like that.” He only smirks when he meets the unimpressed gaze of his captain, moving to thread his fingers in your hair as he pulls you down his length until your nose meets his pelvis. “Lookie here, cap. Ma girl’s gotta show me the appreciation ya’ll don’t want ta. Ain’t that right, pretty angel?”

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Honey and Wine

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

◙warnings: blood (in the vampiric sense), fingering, cunnilingus, fucking soft????? intimate sex?? creampie, overuse of the em dash, aged up (he’s like real old bc vampire so age gap too?) Smut (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact

◙word count: 2.6k

◙summary: Tempting Megumi since you have met him results in exactly what you wanted.

◙note: for the Creature Feature collab!!! Thank you @viixens and @natsuonii for letting me join I loved writing this!! Also if there's mistakes or if it sounds like gibberish I'm sorry, I wrote a lot of it in a day 😙

It doesn't hurt.

A beating heat throughout your body, a pin-prick on your neck, a wave of fuzziness that has you holding onto the lapels of his jacket.

Intoxicating — drunk off the feeling with a barely-there giggle next to his ear. Warmth beating through your body, as if your heart is a hummingbird — low-flying, set on a branch with wings beating on the inside of a cage and letting the vibrations echo through the cords of your veins.

Those pin-pricks on your neck accompanied with soft petal lips feel like when you finally reach the top of a roller coaster, just about to drop — like you are flying for just a moment with nothing else able to hold you back, and maybe you could reach for a cloud if you tried hard enough.

But you do not have to reach far to feel something so soft. The skin on his belly and hips is smooth like satin, cold to the touch but warms up quickly to your deft hands.

And just when you think you have flown too high, he pulls away from your neck. A lick, a kiss, and then he’s pulling you in again. Lips on yours, red staining the cracks until tongues tie. Where you taste iron he tastes something sweeter.

Like icing but not where it makes your teeth sore from the sugar, like a sunny morning breakfast with coffee and cinnamon. With every kiss it feels like he’s breathing you in. You warm him up like red wine and fill his lungs like smoked hickory and Cuban cigars. Addictive in every sense of the word and he’s always made sure to never give in, especially with you, but now he is falling.

Falling into your touch, leaning into kisses and never but a breath away. Heavy-lidded looks trade so easily between the two of you. Tempestuous eyes baring into yours — dark, like the clouds right before the rain falls and you know lightning isn’t far. His gaze is partially scolding, a “why did you push me to my limits” but he falls so quickly to your adoration. Arousal sitting high in your blood — he tasted it and now he can smell it.

It makes him clench his jaw, roll his tongue into the side of his cheek. Resisting the urge to just take you here and now in this unknown alleyway behind some bar no one remembers the name of. You deserve better than that, even if you are the one who wants him fuck you against the brick in this dark street. One last kiss, swapping red-tinted spit until it’s gone to prevent suspicion and then he’s situating his coat over your shoulders, the one you were using to pull him closer.

He’s pulling you along, strides almost too quick and too long to keep up with especially with your loss of blood but you manage to trip minimally. He does slow down for you to interloop your arm into his, much more in character for his gentleman disposition, but it doesn’t make the walk to some nameless motel any less of a blur.

You can feel a trickle of blood from the bite he made running down your chest, barely catching on your collar bones before continuing its journey. The only worry you have is if someone sees it, stops you to ask if you are okay because you are more than okay. In fact, “okay” is an understatement. Shifting his coat to cover your chest better is what you focus on though when you enter the motel.

Blinking away fluorescent light until your vision adjusts, you just trust him to lead you where you both want to go. Once you do finally see him in something brighter than a streetlight, Megumi looks a mess. Skewed and halfway unbuttoned shirt, hair that’s obviously been mused, and you on his arm looking no better.

You can barely hear what he’s saying to the person at the front desk but it is short and quick, to the point per usual. Even he can hear how quick your heart is beating, excitement and anticipation — it only makes you more intoxicating, stirring something deep within him he tried too hard to suppress around you.

The moment the door to the room shuts you are on him, he was going to be hesitant, you already know it, check-in and see if you really want anything else to happen but you are more than sure. Hands back on his hips and under his shirt, he takes the cue easily. Jacket falling off your shoulders and Megumi swears you are something out of a painting. The culmination of all his good dreams about you put into one single moment. Blood that has barely dripped to your breasts makes his throat catch and now there is a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you away only for the storm in his eyes to drink you in.

It’s a struggle — debating whether or not he wants to keep looking at you or to put his lips on you but he meets the look in your eyes that are begging wordlessly for him and his touch, and decides that giving into your wishes is more euphoric for both of you. He’s already spent so much time just observing you anyways, now is the time for action.

He is still so soft with you — treating you like porcelain and glass. Kisses petal-soft on the tops of your breasts until he is meeting the red trail with his tongue. Each lap he makes with his tongue is punctuated with a kiss, holding you tight to him and letting you muse his hair as he does so until he is at your neck again. But he doesn’t bite again. Not yet, at least.

Instead, he leads you to the edge of the bed, almost unable to keep his lips off you, even if he has to lean strangely to do so. Again he is scolding himself because you deserve better than some run-down motel too. But you look at him like he is the only thing in the room, the only thing in existence — not at the torn carpet with precarious patterning, not at the tacky headboard or cream-colored walls, not even paying attention to how the door had to be slammed shut twice to fully close.

Only him. Sacramental blood, communion wine but dedicated to him — you satiate his pride and lust and all the other sins he’s told not to indulge in.

You are much rougher with him than he is with you, tearing and tugging at his button-up until a few fall to the floor and he’s able to slip out of it. He’s sneaking his hands under your dress, sliding until it gathers at your waist and your hands stop him. Bringing him to stand in front of you and playing with the edges of his belt while kissing the defined v-line. He’s all lean muscle and silk-soft skin, leaning into your touch and letting you stroke his cock through his dark denim jeans.

It feels wrong, somehow though. As if you are below him like this, sitting on the edge of the bed while he stands so you can service him. Though he would love to indulge at a later date, for now, he wants to focus on you. So he takes your hands off him, curling around your wrists to kiss the inner parts of your hand while he settles before you on his knees.

Your thighs are pillowy, molding into his grip and accommodating for his body. He has gotten down on his knees many times in his life but this is the first he’s wholly believed is valuable, tangible, worth it. Your skin between his fingers, your belly under his lips, dress thrown off somewhere in the room, and seeing you almost fully bare is ascension. Lithe fingers work over your breasts before he is slipping them to the edges of your remaining underwear. Black lace with his black nails, he can’t help but find it fitting.

“Are necks the only place you bite?” It feels like you have broken him from a spell of worshipping you.

They definitely don’t need to be.

His chin runs along your thigh, allowing you to prop it on his shoulder so he comes closer to the warmth of your cunt.

“I can’t take too much-”

“I know. I trust you.”

You shouldn’t, he thinks. You are placing so much on him, it only makes him more desperate to please, desperate to protect, desperate to show just how much he cares for you, how much he-

No, he can’t address that right now. As much as his mind is filled with you and only you, he needs to focus on pleasing you, not how he feels.

Again, he caves as he did before. Crumbles before your wanting gaze, and with a lick of his lips he is sinking his teeth in once more and just the sight strikes you at your core. Submitting to your wants and his own desires, his face pressed into your thigh for his tongue to graze over the bite again and again.

Addiction? More like medicine. Honey and wine sticking to his throat and coating his heart, Megumi can’t help but be filled with your warmth. You make him feel human again — heart beating just as fast as yours almost in synch, blush tainting his cheeks and chest, a hesitancy with how he moves — he’s in too deep and drowned in you but he could not be more thankful.

Your cunt is still in his sights, peaked and pretty, presented just for him. Megumi is not one to reject his blessings nor opportunities. Seeing your cunt dampened sends him deeper down a trench of desire, thumb coming to spread you open more while the sweet taste of your blood lingers on his tongue.

Light-headed but not enough to feel sick, you arch your hips into his thumb once it brushes against your clit and you fall back into the bed. The hymn of your moans — his name rolling off your lips, you fill all his senses, fulfill all his sins. He tries to be gentle but seeing how your body jolts when his thumb rolls over your clit is, simply put, quite cute. He twists his hand around so two fingers tease your entrance until the warmth of your cunt engulfs them. God, your insides are warmer than your blood. Pulling him in and wanting more and more until he's licking at your pussy instead of the bite mark on your thigh. Savoring the taste of you, your blood on his tongue and your juices sticking to his lips.

He is not shy about it either, he is loud. Sucking your outer lips noisily and fingers dipping in and out of you with twists that make your thighs quake. With every blissful feeling he gives you, you only reach closer to teetering off the edge until you are falling with the flick of the tongue and letting his own sympathetic moans vibrate through you. There’s a sting in the roots of his hair from where you are pulling but that only makes him gasp into your cunt before pulling away. Watching your thighs shake and come down from a high, licking your cum and slick off his fingers until you are beckoning him to you, childish grabby hands that make him laugh but he leans over you nonetheless, elbows next to your head and gazing at you like you own the world.

An epoch of his life, with every kiss and caress he turns into a liquid puddle all over again. Your thighs frame his, trying to grind up into him desperately.

“Want you,” it doesn’t matter if there’s still a lingering taste of blood and your cum on his tongue, you kiss him anyways, “please.”

He bends. For you, easily he bends to your will and he would rather break than disappoint but hearing you beg for him, that you want him?

“Anything for you,” and it is true, you make his blood sing like nothing else, the conductor of the chorus of his heart.

And so his pants join the rest of the clothing on the floor, cock long and leaking and flushed just like the rest of him. Hands staying on your body to grope and feel at every inch of your being, you accept him wholly. Arms wrapped around his neck and legs spread for him to push the tip into your fluttering cunt. He pushes and watches your face change all the while, eyes stuck on how your mouth hangs open and you suck in a breath, how your eyes roll back when he bottoms out. He could die happy now just from seeing this, experiencing this, experiencing you.

As much as he wants to watch you fall apart before him, he is overwhelmed with the pure feeling of everything. Your blood sitting high in his own, fuel to an already fanned flame, and the plush walls tight around him, connecting each other. Face stuck in your shoulder and wrapping his arms behind your back. With strength that can only be inhuman, he pulls you upward, somehow situating you on his lap and facing each other.

It’s intimidating almost, looking someone in the eye like this. Intimate, disturbingly so but it only brings him closer. He’s determined to keep your chest against his because he can feel your heartbeat like this, along with your chest brushing against his. Dim motel light does nothing to stop your eyes from meeting his, his hips rolling into yours and his arms pushing you down into the rhythm. You try to keep up but it’s hard, trying to push your hips into his when the feeling of his cock stretching you and poking at the soft ridges of your insides to get you to fall again.

But it’s not like he cares that you can’t keep up with the rhythm, he would do anything for you remember? That includes moving your hips into his when you can’t. To thank him there is a dumb smile on your face and a messy kiss pressed to his lips and jaw. He can feel you this time, all of you clenching down on him as you curl into his shoulder. You are thrown off the edge once again, precipice reached with a yelp and a swipe of his thumb punctuated by your teeth on his neck.

It doesn’t hurt. Despite the little “ow” he breathed out. If anything it makes him feel fuller than ever and with one more thrust of his hips and the sputtering clenching of your cunt he’s sent into his own oblivion. Holding you close and letting you stay latched onto him by the teeth as he pants and fills you to the brim.

Once the tenseness from your orgasm slackens, you pull back inspecting the bite mark on his neck that is insanely human. You look a little proud, a little tired as well.

“What was that for?”

No animosity is in his voice, just breathy and curious. Your thumb brushes over the mark you made on his neck.

You have half the mind to possibly answer “revenge” but that does not quite fit. “Retaliation” does not work either.

Rather it’s more simple, “you’re mine.”

Megumi has never heard truer words spoken, and he has lived a very long time.

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