„Sweet cunt and a sharp tongue, you're a dangerous combo, love.“
featuring: edward kenway
cw: praise, vaginal sex, semi-public i guess
synopsis: owning a tavern in havana means being used to pirates in your every day life, their crude words and behaviour. but you've never met a pirate going this far in attempt to apologize for a crewmate's bad actions.
note: „fy nghariad“ is a welsh phrase meaning „my love“ or „my sweetheart“ which i thought would be nice to include, but please tell me if i used it incorrectly, that would be kinda embarassing lol
18+ content - MDNI
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Havana is always warm, always welcoming and soft, with sunlight flooding through streets of beige and gold, full of laughter and peaceful existence.
Even at night, it feels like the warmth wraps around people like a soft coat, summer air resting between the buildings and mingling with the scent of the sea, darkness enlightened by warm lanterns and candles. The sound of joyful music, shanties and drunken laughter has become the soundtrack of your nights as bartender in the tavern and restaurant which are owned by your father, and you like to say that Havana is a place of joy, no matter the time of day.
You've done this job since your teenage years, are used to bar fights and lusting gazes resting on you, know how to handle men who try to let their hands wander, think they can whistle at you or spit out crude and naughty things.
Most of them know that it will only get them a ban from the house, or in worst case, a beating from your main visitors or an arrest by the guards, but sometimes, there still are idiots who try it, out of pure stupidity and falsely placed ego.
Citizens of Havana adore your tavern as a centre of the city, they know how to behave and have their fun in peace, but the pirates docking on the shore are a different story.
You can see it in their gazes, in the way they talk, the way they stride through the streets like they own them and the houses forming them, that they're looking for provocation, hungry for a fight.
Thankfully, most of them are more of an inconvience and not an actual threat, and you know how to handle them, know that a tavern is a pirate's favourite place, which gives you a slight advantage against them, even if it's just out of their sympathy for the rum you pour them.
It doesn't diminish your dislike for them, despite them being your costumers.
Pirates are a disease, you've always been told. And yet, you can't help but feel a thrill in your veins, feel your heart leap and your legs trembling when a strong hand grabs your chin from behind, gently, sensually lifts your head.
The soft light filling the dim walls of the empty, closed tavern flickers in your vision, soft tears of passion melting it to a blur along with the dark of the late night and a breathed, blissful sigh leaves your lips, forced out of you by the way the body of the man behind you rocks once more against you.
Pirates are the worst of the worst, you learned early in your life. And Edward Kenway is so good at being a pirate, at getting what he wants, that he might be something even worse, armed with those mischievous eyes, his charming smirk and skilled fingers.
You did not question the leathern bracers wrapped around his lower arms, the hidden blades you saw shimmering in the dim light when you served him and his men, and you didn't question the hooded robe hanging over the back of his chair, could only focus on the white lace-up shirt on his body, the cleavage that slightly revealed the tattoos spreading over his chest.
It was no surprise and nothing new when one of his men hit on you, spitting rude words from a drunk tongue in an attempt to seduce you. What did surprise you was how fast Adéwalé grabbed him by the scruff like a puppy to kick him out of the tavern, and the way Edward apologized to you, genuinely and gentle.
Most men did not act like this when they came to drink in your tavern, only laughed when their comrades harrassed a girl. It did not fit your world view, disturbed the evil picture you carried of pirates all these years of your life.
You couldn't help but smile at the way Edward looked at you, a mixture of apologetic and enthrilled, felt your breath hitch when he asked you what he could offer to beg your forgiveness.
The way his hands are now roaming your body, his husked breaths against your ear and his body pressed against yours is not what you had in mind at first, but you'll gladly take it as a form of apology.
He lets out a groan as he fills you, slides into you like you are made for him, slicked walls hugging his cock, clenching around his girth.
He fills you just right, hits spots you have never felt, makes you see stars despite the roof above both of your heads.
„What do you say, sweetheart? Think this'll make up for the inconvience?“ he husks against your ear, sends a new shiver down your spine that ends up right inside the heat pooling in your lower stomach, and you lightly lean your head back, feel the stubble of his beard brushing your ear.
Just when you're about to answer, he hits you with another thrust from behind, knocks the air out of you with the sheer depth of his movements.
You need a second to catch your breath, collect yourself, before a little smirk spreads on your lips.
„Thought a world-class-pirate would have more to offer“, you respond, with a low, seducing voice, a tone that lures him in, makes his breath hitch lightly, bearly hearable if he wasn't so close to your ear.
He's so close even that you think you can feel the way an amused smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and you shudder again when his breath fans your cheek.
„Sly little thing, aren't ya?“
Before you can answer in an even brattier tone than before, you feel how he slightly pushes you down, makes you lean further forward until you're forced to hold onto the bar, driven further and further into the wood by his harsh thrusts.
He quickens his pace, makes you whine and moan with the way he fills you, tip kissing your womb, his slight curve brushing your sweet spots just right.
„Sweet cunt and a sharp tongue, you're a dangerous combo, love.“
His words and the deep tone of his voice only make you arch more in his grasp, make you hold onto the bar with one hand, while the other carries your balance on its wooden surface.
You feel your own arousal run down your thighs, feel yourself getting higher and higher on the wet sounds echoing through the room whenever he enters your aching cunt, your brain spinning around mixed feelings of confusion and arousal.
He's a pirate, a well wanted one as well, and yet you can not help but love the way he grabs you, the way he fucks you, the way he makes you feel.
When he leans over your back, one hand placed next to your body, the other one on your hip to hold you steady, you somehow forget how much his head is worth, how dangerous his hands should feel on your body.
It feels strange, but a spark of sympathy arises within you when he leans in further, buries you in his shadow as he pushes a soft kiss against the back of your neck, drowns you in the illusion of intimacy when he gently closes his teeth around the shell of your ear.
Edward doesn't seem like other pirates, doesn't initiate fights he can not win, doesn't harrass others, doesn't cause unnecessary ruckus to prove his ego. He smells better than most of them, covered in the scent of the sea, of salt and a hint of rum, but with an underlying note of herbs, probably because of salves that are used to treat wounds lingering his body.
And above all, he looks so handsome, a dark angel within a bunch of dirty, fattened and drunk pigs, his cheeky smirk more intoxicating than alcohol or money.
A smirk that is directed at you, resting on you as he observes you, watches you writher and shake beneath his movements. When you catch it from the corner of your eye, it fuels new fire inside of you, and your lips curl sweet and mischievously when you slightly raise your head to respond.
„Maybe you shouldn't provoke my sharp tongue too much then, captain.“
The word does something to him, you can feel it, notice the way he gasps for a second, slows his thrusts for the shortest bit. Then he suddenly slips out of you, both hands grabbing your hips and pulling you up, your back straightening for the shortest second before he turns you around, pulls you in by the waist and leans forward to push his lips against yours, catching you in a heated kiss that steals your breath, makes your knees weak.
You bury your right hand in his blonde hair, hold him close, while your other hand rests on the textile of his shirt, trying to hold onto soft linen while you sigh and feel your legs tremble.
As if he's feeling it, he lightly bends his knees, slides his hands from your hips to the back of your thighs to pick you up, makes you wrap your legs around his waist while your hands cradle his face and you sink further into his kiss, melt against his lips. You hear the rustling of clothes, feel how he picks up your discarded dress from the edge of the bar and spreads it on the counter, adjusting the textile before he sets you down on the wood, just to break from your mouth a few seconds later.
He smirks at your little gasp, licks his lower lip before raising his voice.
„Captain, huh? That a hidden request to join my crew?“
You gasp when you feel his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs, need a second to collect yourself before you scoff at his words, look at him through a glimmer of competition before you breathe out an „In your dreams, pirate.“
He only grins at that, eyes slightly narrowing as they slide down to his hands on your thighs, watches them when he spreads your legs to get new access to your leaking centre, his eyes staring shamelessly at it.
And just when you think to finally have the air to add another snarky comment, he suddenly thrusts back into you, one switft motion with which he fills you to the brim, makes you throw your head back as he falls back into a relentless rhythm, his cock slicking in and out of your warm wetness.
He leans over you again, holding you by the waist as he pounds into you, forcing high pitched moans and whimpers out of your throat that you simply can not hold back.
His thrusts feel so deep, hit you so perfectly and when he grabs one of your legs to raise it to his shoulder, you almost choke on the air in your throat, bliss filling you at the pleasure washing through you by his deepening movements.
You curse out an „Oh god-“ as you throw your head back, hear a breathed laugh from Edward when he grabs you by the hips again, adjusts your body on the textile of your dress, pulls you in to take his hard thrusts.
Another whimper leaves you as he partially folds you in half, sass and mockery leaving your body with each new thrust, slowly melting in the heat of a building orgasm within your body.
It doesn't help how he reaches out with his hand to search for your clit, forcing a loud moan from your throat when his finger presses against it.
„That it, darling? That the spot?“
Through your panting and heavy breathing, the dizziness in your vision, you see how he smirks at you, pure confidence written in his attractive features and you can only nod, breathe out a „Please-“, a word that only makes his smile widen.
Your lower body tenses, a coil clenching deep within your core, tight enough that it almost hurts.
„Don't hold back. Let me feel you come, fy nghariad.“
His voice slightly falters, breathless because of his own arousal, the tension with which he holds himself back, and his words only add fuel to the fire in your body, make the flames lap higher, reaching your chest, making your heart race.
Whimpers and gasps leave your throat, you tense, feel your thighs shiver, your entire body short-circuiting until eventually, you feel yourself breaking apart, tension and arousal reaching their peak, knocking you into an abyss of white noise, making you cry out in pleasure, your head falling back as arousal floods your veins.
His thrusts never waver, seem to get even harder, fucking you through your orgasm, almost making you pass out with the sheer overstimulation. Your brain turns to mush, simply melts away and when you look up at him, with tear-filled, flickering eyes and your tongue slightly peaking over your lower lip, he takes in a sharp, hissing breath, slipping dangerously close to an orgasm just by your gaze and your walls spasming, clenching and relaxing around him.
His hand trembles a little as he trails it further up your body, fondling your chest for a second and making you whine out at the soft feeling, before his fingers graze your neck, eventually rest on your cheek.
He spreads his thumb, runs it over the corner of your mouth, doesn't expect the way you push out your tongue to taste salt, gunpowder and rum on his skin. Not a second later, you allow his finger to slip into your mouth, relish in the way he draws a sharp breath when you lazily swirl your tongue around it.
The facade in front of his face cracks the slightest bit, and you see how he bites his lower lip, how his brows furrow a little in what seems to be despair, before he breathes out a „Shit, you're gonna make me cum, sweetheart.“
It's the cue you need and while you whine, shudder beneath each of his thrusts, you at some point slightly bite down into his finger, hard enough to make him jolt, hard enough to break his facade.
He gasps for air, lets out short „Fuck-“, before he holds onto your hip, digging the fingers of his free hand into the skin when he forces himself to pull out, holding you in place as warm, white seed spurts over the skin of your abdomen.
For a few moments, you only look at each other, breathe into the space between both of you, wallowing in the heat of each other's body. Your head is still spinning when Edward slightly leans forward, gently rests his forehead against yours before he lets out a heavy breath.
His eyes are dark and dominant when they dig into yours, captivate you with the slight glimmer within them.
„Aren't you just something else... Maybe I'll pick you up and simply take you with me. Wanna know what else that sweet mouth of yours can do.“
It doesn't matter what you learned your entire life, his words make you giddy and thoughtless, make your heart leap in joy and your lips curl to a smile.
„Careful, Kenway. My lips may seem sweet, but they come with a pair of teeth.“
He lets out a little groan, a sound of playful despair and frustration, before he leans further against your forehead, gently nudges his nose against yours.
„Fucking heavens, you're perfect.“
You smile when he kisses you, wrap your arms around him and become a mess of sweet nothingness beneath his hands when they start roaming your body again, not taking long until you throw your head back once more, sending sighed versions of his name into the warm night.
synopsis: you get send to zack's floor as a sacrifice, but you're way crazier than him
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you're crazy. batshit crazy, absolutely insane. you must've really lost it at this point.
even though deep down, you know that, you can not help but rub your thighs together, feeling your wet, leaking centre against the back of your legs as you're kneeling on the floor of the room.
the concrete scratches your knees and your thighs sting a little from holding this position for so long, but you can only look up to the man in front of you, warmth spreading through your veins and balling up in the pit of your lower body.
you realize that you love to look up at him like this, to see his uneven eyes glow beneath the shadow of black strands falling into his face, sinister smirk showing his sharp teeth. the way he flips his rigged combat knife between his fingers makes you squirm a little, albeit not out of fear, but pure anticipation.
your eyes are still glued to his and you can barely keep in a sigh when his voice echoes in your ear.
„aren't you one crazy little slut?“
a litte snicker mingles with the words and you stretch a little when his hand moves, your breath stalling in your throat when he rests the dull edge of the knife against your cheek.
„getting turned on by me hunting you, losing your shit just by being touched by my scythe...“
the rigged metal slowly grazes your skin, makes your hair stand on edge and you can't help the little gasp leaving your lips when it brushes your jaw, eventually tips up your chin a little.
„you're basically begging to be ruined. filthy little thing.“
your lips part slightly, let out a soft little breath and you can see something change in his gaze when you lightly rest your tongue on your lower lip, make it barely peak out of your mouth.
he lets out a chuckle at that, a deep sound rumbling from his chest.
„want me to start with your mouth, huh?“
the tip of his knife slowly slides up the soft curve of your chin, through the small valley beneath your mouth, until it rests on your lower lip, creating a little dent in the skin.
„lick it.“
a shiver runs down your spine at the deep sound of his voice, like cold water on your back and you clench your thighs, let out a shaky little breath before you slowly push your tongue out, carefully run its tip over the flat side of his knife.
the cold metal is a harsh contrast against your warm mouth, and you feel yourself get even wetter at the feeling, become almost eager in your movements when you push out your tongue fully, stretching it until the dull edge rests on its flat surface.
you see zack's grin widen at your antics, watch how he runs his own tongue over one of his sharp canines, before he slides it further to lick through the corner of his mouth.
„haha shit, you really are crazy, huh?“
the only response he gets is a little whine echoing from your throat, while you slightly lean your head to the side, lick over the flat surface of the knive again.
his smirk falters slowly at the sight, you can see how his eyes darken, how he lets out a breathy „fuck-“ before biting down on his lower lip.
it makes you so happy, makes a little smile tug at your lips when you see how much the sight of you riles him up and you whimper again, think to feel a little shiver go through him when you press your tongue harder against the cold steel he's holding against you.
you keep on looking at him, feel a happy shiver in your lower body upon hearing how he undoes the zipper of his pants, and you're almost sad when he pulls his hand away, breaks the connection of your mouth with his weapon.
for a second, you give him an almost pouty look, but only until you lower your eyes, see how he pushes down his pants.
a little smile spreads on your lips and you straighten your back a bit, raising your sweet puppy eyes back to his dark gaze, tongue still lightly hanging from your lips.
he smirks at the sight, a crook in the right corner of his mouth.
„bet a crazy slut like you gives great head“ he mocks with a dark tone.
you see from the corner of your eye how he strokes himself and you rub your thighs together again, already feeling how sticky your legs get with your own arousal.
obediently, you open your mouth, let your tongue hang out in an inviting gesture, with a small, encouraging whine and begging eyes, and he snickers at the sight.
happy anticipation spreads through the fire in your veins when he steps closer to you and you almost come by the touch alone when he rests his tip on your tongue, its weight and warmth sending a shiver through you.
„you looked so confident while licking my knife. i have high expectations now, you know that?“
his hand finds its way to the back of your head, holds you in place, erases any possibility to slip or pull away and his dominance makes you so weak that you feel glad to already be on your knees.
„so don't disappoint me“, he muses, voice deep and dark and dangerous before he pulls your head in, drowns his cock in the warm and wet cavern of your mouth.
it feels like heaven and you don't hesitate to wrap your lips around him, suck him in, as deep, as good as possible.
the hiss you hear from above feels satisfying and praising, only encourages you to take him in deeper.
he slides into your throat and you accept him happily, sighing in pleasure and slightly leaning in, moving your head in slow, sweet strokes, relishing in the deep, satisfied groan he lets out.
„shiiit, good girl. this is way better than killing you.“
you whine around his cock, look up at him through happy tears, see his grin widen while his bandaged fingers nestle in your hair, start guiding your head in a rougher pace.
„keep on using your mouth like that. maybe i'll keep you around for a little while.“
tomura and dabi have so much fun with you as their toy, love to see you come undone beneath their dangerous fingers.
one of the few times they decide to work together is for the sake of watching you melt and whimper as you sit between them, totally at their mercy.
tomura's arm is wrapped around your neck, his chest against your back and a mean grin against your ear as both of you watch dabi kneel between your spread legs, a smirk on his lips as he pushes a vibrator against your swollen clit.
whenever you writhe and tremble against the heavy vibration, tomura's grip around you increases, pulls you further into him and whenever you dare an attempt to close your legs or try to flinch away from the overstimulation, his free, gloved hand grips your thigh, while dabi holds the other one, keeping you open and exposed for them.
"aw, where you're trying to go, baby?", tomura chuckles against your ear and dabi snickers as well, slowly changing the angle of the toy until he hits the spot that has you seeing stars.
you cry out for them, throw your head back, tremble in tomura's embrace, feel his rough lips against your exposed neck.
"no need to be shy, just admit you like it", dabi teases, draws light circles around the pulsating spot that would finally relieve you of the trembling tension in your lower body.
he's so mean, keeping you tiptoeing around the edge of an orgasm, while tomura moves his hand from your thigh to your torso, tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your chest, wrapping his fingers around your breast.
they bathe in the sight of your arching figure, teasing you until you whine out how good they make you feel and dabi's smirk widens, before he angles the vibrator differently, finally pushes it against the spot that has you writhing and on the verge of insanity.
it makes you press harder against tomura as your hips jerk up against the stimulation, thighs trembling beneath the tension.
"that the spot, huh?" dabi muses and you whimper in response, cause that's the only answer you're able to give.
"go ahead, sweet thing, no need to hold back."
his eyes narrow as they take in your begging gaze and it holds you in a trance, makes your breath stall and your heart stop, until you feel tomura's teeth on the edge of your ear, hear how he growls out a low "come", a sound so deep and demanding that it knocks you over the edge.
dabi holds your legs open as your orgasm rushes through you, hungrily watches your trembling body and your twitching hole, licks his lip as he slightly straightens his back, reaches out for you.
he tugs at your legs before you have the chance to come down from your high, pulls you into a laying position until your head rests in tomura's lap.
the bluehaired grabs your hands, weaves his gloved fingers through yours in an almost loving gesture and you can only gasp for air, look up at him, his red eyes and the satisfied smirk on his lips, until you feel dabi's hand on your thigh and look at him again, watch how he spins the toy in his fingers and grins at you, flips a switch that creates a new buzzing rhythm.
"next round, sweetheart" you hear him say, before he reaches out his hand to your middle again and you whine, almost yell when the vibrating toy nudges your overstimulated, swollen clit again, your fingers gripping like vices around tomura's hands as you try to keep at least a little of your sanity, clouds of bliss drowning your melting brain.
dancing between luffy and ace. it's the evening, the ship is docked and you've just had a wonderful dinner. you don't know how you ended up here....sandwiched between portgas d ace and his younger brother, your captain, monkey d luffy. their bodies swaying and rutting to the music. ace at your behind, flush against your ass and hips. with luffy at your front, a tipsy smirk on his lips as one of his hands is snug around your waist. the two brothers occasionally bantering over who will end up taking you to their room after this. their banter only making your cheeks flush even more.
synopsis: zack being overwhelmed by his needs and instinct, fucking himself soft and stupid with you until he's whining like a puppy (thanks for coming to my ted talk)
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zack often seems more animalistic than human when he craves you, driven by primal instinct and hunger when he grabs you, can't help but pull you against him, cause your looks alone make him weak in the knees, your scent a sweetness that lures him in.
as if you are the predator instead of him, armed with soft skin and hypnotising eyes, a lamb feigning pure innocence, softness and warmth hiding the fact hat you love to be ripped to shreds by his glistening fangs.
and he thinks that in a twisted way, you might be the hunter and him the prey, with the way he feels so on edge when he's close to you, wide awake and focused, body pulsating with arousal and need, pulse accelerating beneath his scarred skin when he presses himself against your back, his lips on your neck and his nose buried in your hair, inhaling your scent like an aphrodisiac as he wraps one arm around your neck, starts roaming your body with the other.
desperate lust drips in form of deep growls and helpless curses from his lips and the sounds alone have you arching, slowly writhing in his grip, leaning your head back to be even closer to him.
his body is burning against yours, skin heated with adrenaline and hunger, overheating like a system running too many tasks.
and he feels like he's burning from the inside out, overrun and overwhelmed by your smell and your little whines, the slick sounds of your wet little hole as he ruthlessly thrusts his fingers into you.
"shit, look at that. 's almost pathetic how wet you get by my fingers alone. sweet little cunt wants me so bad, doesn't she?"
his growls mix with your sweet, begging whines of his name, his rough way of grabbing and holding you a stark contrast to the soft, loving way you push against him.
he's so desperate for you and it shows, breath heavy and overwhelmed when his fingers graze your bare skin, always leaving him speechless because you give yourself to him so willingly, leaning into him, offering your heart and your pulsating blood to his ruthless teeth and fingers, spreading your legs to offer your leaking sweetness to him, only to him.
he gets helpless when he sinks into you, high on your wetness and your warmth around his cock, the way your slicked walls cling to him when he pulls back and thrusts back into you.
he's above you, inside you, everywhere at once, lips and teeth like a deadly breeze on your skin.
scarred and long fingers dig into your soft flesh, hold you down, hold you where he wants you, beneath him where you belong and you hold onto the pillows, try to bear how he fills you again and again, so much, so deep, so fast that you quickly hear the way his body meets yours, feel the sheets beneath you soak in your arousal.
zack's ruthless and desperate in all of his movements, holding and grabbing you so hard that you can see his muscles flexing beneath the burned skin of his arms, almost frustrated growls roaring like thunder from his chest.
he's trembling, gasping for air while his eyes roam your body, hands following his gaze, grazing your figure, trying to find a hold by grabbing your tits, your hips or the plush skin of your ass as he's pounding you into the mattress, thinks to go insane with your moans, sweet mantras of his name and pleas for more.
and he groans and growls with a trembling voice, so pussy-drunk that he barely knows what he's saying, mixed words of degradatiom and praise escaping his lips.
"so fucking good for me, baby, taking me so deep."
"you cling so much to me, how much of a slut are you, huh? love to be stuffed like the bitch you are, don't ya?"
„don't think i don't feel how much you clench around me. better keep doing that if you want my cum that bad.“
his words are enough to drive you to insanity, igniting fires in you until you can not take it anymore, ripping you to pieces when he rubs your clit in messy circles, forcing you to come until the muscles of his lower body are drenched with your wetness.
you're so warm and wet for him, clenching around him even harder in the aftermath of your high and he's a mess when he comes, face twisting in despair and helplessness, brows furrowed and lips parted in high, loud whines, his hands holding you in place as he fills you, deeper, deeper, deeper, as deep as possible while his insides flicker and collapse beneath his orgasm.
he's shaking and trembling, big, bad wolf reduced to a puppy, deep and throaty growls turning into breathy and needy whines and when he's really out of it, with spinning stars and galaxies in his head and not a single mental hold onto reality, he allows a few, breathy i-love-you's to slip out, desperate little confessions of how you are so perfect for him, so pretty and so, so good.
zack is more monster than human at times, but as soon as you're both reduced to trembling, drained messes, he'll melt onto your body, soft and warm and heavily breathing, still twitching and whimpering with the last little shocks of ecstasy rushing through him.
Gojo's "You cryin'?" but instead he's pounding into you from behind and it's constant and relentless and you're so over sensitive and full that you're shaking and the only noises you can make are blubbery squeaks because... yeah yeah you are
domming nnoitra tho 👀 seems like the type to get mad that it’s not the other way around but i wanna overstim this long spoon to the point of tears and can’t keep his hips down on the bed despite being told over and over again to stay still. full of glares and half-assed whining
Teenager me wanted to get that belly bulge and fucked stupid by that stupid praying mantis and honestly.....yes 25 yr old me might wanna hold onto his horns and ride that dick too ngl 😏
But also domming that fucking brat??? Before he’s #5 too on the espada can you imagine??? Weak little shit stuck under someone smaller and stronger than him. No fucking Tesla to back him up, your fingers in his mouth as you tell him to put that filthy tongue of his to good use. Nnoitra threatening to bite you but every time he acts up you grab his throat and remind him he’s in an awfully bad position with his superior to be acting up like that. Telling him to sit still like a good boy and maybe one day Aizen will notice him but until then he’s gonna be your toy or he’ll be dead <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
I’d be a much softer dom with Grimmjow ngl. He’s loud but he’s like...pls hug me I’m going to have an emotional breakdown at anymore kinda loud...Nnoitra on the otherhand, we’re fucking stupid and breaking him like a new toy
cw: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, body fluids, spitting, light bondage at kisuke's part cause... it's kisuke duh
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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ
rough and nasty as fuck, will spit on your pussy no matter how wet you already are, cause the messier the better
despite his evolved form, despite his human features, grimmjow remains a beast at heart.
and a beast aches to devour, craves the taste of warm flesh and blood.
you feel like he wants to eat you whole when he presses against you, his grip like iron in your flesh to keep your legs spread, his lips parted to allow his tongue to slide through your swollen, aching folds, against your throbbing clit.
you can't even tell which one of you is really on the receiving end there, who enjoys it more, with the way he groans and growls into your soft flesh and your wetness, shivering in bliss and ecstasy, like you are his last meal on earth.
darkened, blue eyes observe you as he slides his tongue over your aching hole, makes you writhe and twitch against him, a high whine breaking from your lips while your fingers curl around the sheets, lower body tensing and trembling beneath his merciless and hungry mouth.
„shit- grimmjow-“
his brow raises at the sound of his name, the look he gives you lurking and predatory, and you part your lips as you look at him, take in a breath to beg him for more, beg him for anything he's ready offer you.
but said breath stalls in your throat, leaves you air- and speechless when he pulls his mouth away from you and slightly raises his body, shoulder blades flexing beneath his skin like a cat going in for the kill.
he doesn't bother lapping up the mess on and around his mouth, pulling strings of his saliva and your juices on his tongue upon pulling back, blue eyes fiery with lust as your slick drips from his chin.
„what, little slut? wanna say something?“
you feel yourself heating up beneath his gaze, burn away beneath his eyes, fire lapping at your insides, making you ache for a cooling wave of relief.
shivering, you try to collect your breath, bring out a few trembling words.
„please don't stop... it feels so good-“
the last word turns into a loud whine when he raises his hand, shamelessly slaps his fingers against your arousal-swollen cunt a few times.
his lips curl in a grin at the noises you let out, the needy whimpers of his name when he shoves two of his fingers into you, starts thrusting mercilessly into the wetness of your walls.
your face burns, along with your body, but you can't help but shiver and whine in pleasure when you hear the obscene, wet sounds of his fingers inside you, feel how the sheets beneath you soak in everything.
„shit, look at you. sweet little cunt leaking for me.“
your eyes roll back at his words, a new moan mingles with the hot air around you and your toes curl in helplessness, thighs still trembling in his grip.
his name falls from your lips again, begging and pathetic, a desperate plea and you see how his eyes darken, how he licks through the corner of his mouth, lapping up the juices spread all over the lower part of his face.
you whine at the sight, start squirming a little on the bed as your flickering eyes rest on him, bringing out an „i'm all yours- please-“
and his grin widens, teeth bared in amusement and satisfaction, eyes slightly narrowing because you're such a sweet thing, giving yourself to him as a sacrifice, begging him to tear you apart, to devour you whole.
his mouth waters, his mind reels and for a second, his body is guided by his instincts when he grabs your thighs, pushes them against your torso and harshly folds you in half, hears your little yell when he leans back down, hears you moaning his name and feels your back arch when he presses his tongue against your clit again, burying himself in your wetness, lapping at it like it's an enemy's blood.
he's a beast, and you can't do anything but whine and whimper and bury your fingers in his blue, messy hair, trying to hold onto him as he feasts on you.
HISAGI SHUHEI
too soft, too good for this world, eats you out like a starving man cause he can't get enough of you, almost comes when you moan out his name or tell him how much you love what he's doing
his fingers feel like prayers on your skin, worship in form of touch, soft and pleasuring, so sensual that you don't know where one connection of your skin with his begins and another ends.
a drained moan leaks you when his hands gently slide up your thighs, over your hips and to your waist, your head leaning back as you inhale sharply at the way his fingers hook in your waist, the way he takes in a trembling breath before he speaks.
„you're so beautiful... fuck...“
you hear the rattling breath he lets out, feel it against the heated flesh of your centre as his head rests between your legs, soft, veiled eyes looking up at you while he lowers his head, and you think you're gonna lose it, can't stop shivering with the warmth surging through your lower body, the wetness spilling from you, the burning ache of your middle.
shuhei breathes out your name, loving and soft, his fingertips gently digging into the flesh of your waist, holding you, pulling you closer towards him, his mouth. his lips drag over the inside of your thigh, teeth teasingly grazing, sometimes tugging at your skin and you gasp, soft and sweet, high on oxytocin pumping through you.
your eyes are clouded with lust when they rest on him, trailing over the scars crossing his eye, the tattoo grazing the bridge of his nose and his cheek.
the dark ink of the two numbers right beneath it seems to lose color in comparison with the shadow hanging over his gaze, the darkness that makes your breath hitch and your lower body boil, more and more with each inch he moves further towards your middle.
the shiver that goes through you when he pushes his lips against your clit is deep and strong, rumbling through your veins and to your fingertips, having you arch your back with a soft moan.
his tongue is calm but steady against your clit, circling trained patterns that have your toes curling, your hand raising as you let out a shaking breath, fingers running through the soft, pitch-black strands of his hair.
he hums at the slight pressure, the light vibration against your clit only increases the warmth spreading through your body and you whine out his name, see a shiver going through him, hear the growl he lets out, feel how he pushes himself further against you, into you as his tongue slides down, teasingly slipping past your entrance.
fingers tightening around his hair and coil tightening in your lower body, you take in a shaky breath, look down on him with soft eyes and your pulse in your throat, with so much love that you feel you could burst from it.
„oh god, please-“
you beg for him, despite knowing that you don't have to, knowing that he'd do anything you ask of him, knowing that all you have to do is relax and melt away beneath his mouth and his fingers, give yourself to him to allow him to praise your body with his lips and fingers.
he pushes harder against you, his tongue slipping into you and you can not hold back the loud moan that escapes you when he moves his mouth, pleasuring every inch of skin he is able to reach, the way he caresses your thighs and looks at you through loving, hazy eyes an entire love language on its own.
and you think it's ridiculous to assume that shinigamis serve only death as their god, because with the way he pushes himself against you, caresses your skin and trembles in awe and want with every moan you let out at his touch, you think that not even gods get worshipped like this.
URAHARA KISUKE
tease, tease, tease, edging you to the max, torturing you for hours on end, making you beg and still not giving you what you need until he feels like it (he's such a petty asshole i need him so bad aaaah)
tears sting in your eyes, frustration and despair boiling inside of you as you shoot begging gazes to the grey eyes above you.
eyes that shimmer in amusement at the way you strain against the leather cuffs around your wrists, connected to the fitting cuffs around your thighs and forcing your hands to rest next to your body, desperately clutching the linen beneath your body.
kisuke's fingers thrust into you, in a slow, agonizing pace, enough to keep fanning heat and arousal within your body, but not deep or hard enough to really pleasure or offer relief.
and you know he does it on purpose, teasing you and ignoring your throbbing, aching clit, relishing in the way you squirm beneath his sloppy, unfulfilling thrusts. and still, you spread your legs even wider, plead for him by baring your throbbing middle, wet and aching for more.
every time he gradually speeds up his movements a little, gives you hope to finally find a feeling of release, he eventually stops completely, leaves you growing cold for a few seconds, only to start his torture once again.
you're close to crying, so desperate and needy that you think you're bordering on the edge of insanity as you let out a low „i'm begging you- please-“
he watches you, observes you, drinks in the sight of you and your helpless state and you feel fire surging through your lower body at the way his lips curl.
„begging me, huh?“ he muses, leaning in towards you, his free hand trailing over your thigh to eventually grab you by the hip, making you whine when he swiftly pulls you closer and beneath him, making him kneel between your legs.
his fingers caress your skin in such a light and soft way that it has your breath hitching, your back slightly arching, your bound fingers tightening in fists to somehow bear the storm welling up inside of you.
„please, kisuke- give me more, please-“
you're a mess, submissive and without shame when you beg for him, because you know it's the only way to appeal to his mercy.
a small, amused hum leaves his throat, and you hold your shivering breath while he holds your thigh, lightly pushes your legs further apart to look at the lazy thrusts of his fingers in your soaking cunt, your wetness glistening in the sunlight falling through the window.
you're so full with pent up arousal that it feels like you're leaking, sweet juices coating his fingers, dripping onto the mattress beneath you.
„aren't you just the sweetest? so wet for me and i haven't even really started yet.“
he keeps on looking at your centre, so soft and open for him and he keeps up his tease when he purses his lips, lets a string of saliva drip from them.
his spit lands right on the aching, heated flesh of your clit and you lose control for a second as you whine out, arching your back at the sudden sensation.
just as you want to beg for more, he suddenly twists his hand a little, shoves his index and his middlefinger deeper into you, moves them in harder, more fluent thrusts that have your mind reeling, your eyes rolling back.
it feels like heaven to finally feel him so deeply, right where you need him and you whimper when you notice how he slightly changes his position, slightly pulls back from you and his fingers out of you.
„you've been so patient this entitre time, begging so sweet for me. such a good girl.“
he lowers his head as he speaks, teasing eyes never leaving yours, only fanning the flames in your insides and making you hold your breath.
his breath strikes your throbbing clit right before he leans in, pushing against your wet flesh, lapping up the slick coating your entrance. the soft touch is so sudden that it has you lower body tensing, almost convulsing, while a loud, desperate whine breaks from your throat.
and when he finally, finally pushes his tongue flatly against your clit, it has you seeing stars, your head thrown back and your still bound fingers digging deeply into the sheets.
the touch already thrills you so much that is has your body writhing and your head spinning, the coil in your lower body so close to snapping that it's unbearable to take and you only need a little more, just a little, little bit more, feel so close that it has you on the edge of despair.
and then his fingers slip into you, filling you fast and hard and deep, thrusting into your slicked hole so heavily and suddenly that it knocks you over the edge.
your body convulses and twists, your back arches off the matress and you let out a sobbing moan, feel your fingers still twitching and trembling around nothing to hold on, can't bear the immense wish to bury them in his hair.
as if he could read your mind, you feel how he moves his arm a little, and a second later, the cuffs around your hands and thighs click open, allow you to move freely again.
with a heavy, trembling breath of relief, you run your fingers through his blonde strands, gently pushing them out of his eyes while he still smirks against your middle, licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit as he moves his body back.
„kisuke-“
you whine out his name, run your fingers once more through his hair, in a gentle, loving gesture that only makes his smirk grow.
„ssssh, 's alright. hold onto me, i got you, sweetheart.“
the last part of his sentence is what keeps on echoing through your head when he shifts his body a little, grabs your thigh with one hand to rearrange it and you can't keep in the gasp that leaks you when he rests your legs on his shoulders, dives back into the sweet paradise aching for him between your legs.
he forgets to breathe for a few seconds when you walk out of the changing rooms, absolutely starstruck by your appearance. your skin is glistening in the setting sun, shoulders, thighs and cheeks shimmering a little with the sunscreen you put on and his eyes are glued to the tight swimsuit hugging your curves, clinging impossibly tight to your skin.
it makes it so hard for him to look at your face, the smile you give him and he doesn't know what to say when you ask him if everything is fine.
he just scoffs at you, turns his body and his gaze away before he can stare any longer and loses complete control over the immense pressure building between his legs.
sitting it out, however, is not an option, he quickly realizes.
the peaks of your breasts shimmer through the fabric of the swimsuit after you and toga take a dip in the water and he has to lean his head back, taking a rather deep breath as he stares straight into the sun, wishes to turn blind for a while so that he would finally fucking stop staring at you.
but before he can keep on burning his eyes away, he hears your voice, close in front of him. and when he looks at you, you smile at him again, soft and sweet and brighter than the stupid sun and your swimsuit is still wet and clinging to you and he thinks he's going insane.
what the hell is he even doing in this place, standing in the sun, wearing nothing but swim shorts like a fucking idiot?
just because you suggested to go to the beach and the rest of the league cheered because all of them know he can not deny you any wish. because you're a cunning little vixxen that has him wrapped around its finger.
and you look at him just like that, a sweet little thing, with soft eyes and long lashes, only the light slyness in your smile a hint that you might be aware of the effect you have on him.
„you wanna get a drink with me, tomura? the others want to stay in the water.“
he furrows his brows, narrows his eyes a little as he observes you, tries to decide if spending more time by your side will relieve his ache or make it worse.
he already knows the answer, but he thinks about it anyway.
„you got a set of two healthy feet. you can go on your own.“
you shrug your shoulders, lightly fluttering your lashes at him.
„i could, but i don't want to.“
there it is again, something that you want, or in this case, don't want. and he can not say no to you, can't pull his eyes away from you and goes with you as you turn your body to walk through the mass of people.
you don't get drinks, simply pass the gastronomy area a little further behind the shore and eventually, you find yourself on the other, unoccupied side of the beach, right behind some small huts used for storing boats.
neither of you knows who starts moving first, and it doesn't matter in the end. all that matters is his mouth on yours, his lips bruising yours in harsh, desperate kisses and his hands roaming your body, partially gloved fingers of each hand greedily digging into your soft skin, trying to pull you even closer.
he growls into your mouth, grinds against you as he pushes you against the wall of the hut, his fingers sliding over your thighs, your hips, your waist, your ribcage, stealing more of your breath, making you whine against his lips.
his fingers never stop, restless and eager on your skin and you gasp in surprise when he hooks them into the suit seam curving beneath your arm, pulling it towards your sternum to release one of your breasts, not hesitating to repeat the gesture on the other side.
the feeling of the spandex digging into the skin of your cleavage and the sudden exposure of your body only increases the heat inside of you and you can not help the slightly louder whine that leaves you as soon as his fingers grab your breasts, kneading the flesh in a rough, yet pleasuring way, making you lean your head back with a shivering exhale.
„such a little slut, aren't you? giving in to me so easily.“
his words are husked exhales, carried by a deep tone out of his chest while he leans forward, plants a few kisses against your exposed throat, before his teeth nip at the thin skin.
„bet you wanted this the entire time, didn't you? flashing so much skin in front of me, basically begging me to fuck you stupid.“
you whine at his words, can't even answer properly because he sadly isn't wrong. you'd have to lie if you said you didn't crave his attention the entire day, his eyes lingering on your body in a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
his left hand stays at your chest, fingers teasingly rolling against its peak and making you shudder once more in pure bliss, while his right strays down, over the area of the suit covering your stomach, your lower body, your pubic bone.
and then his fingers pull the elastic textile to the side, push against your centre and the wetness clinging to your skin.
„fuck, look at you, all ready and dripping for me.“
your answer consists only of a strangled breath, one that quickly peaks into a little squeal when he roughly shoves two of his fingers into you, starts thrusting up into the warmth of your wonderfully soft walls, creating a rhythm of slick sounds whenever his knuckles meet your skin.
„i'm gonna make you feel real good, baby.“
his words sound like threat and promise at the same time and you can not tell if the smirk on his lips is caused by anticipation or pure sadism, can't even bring yourself to think much about it while his fingers thrust into you, hit you in the most perfect way, make your knees tremble.
„gonna fuck you just how a slut like you needs it when we're back in the hideout.“
your heart jumps at that, the imagination of him grabbing you, filling you, taking you however he wants filling you with anticipation.
you feel so close, barely feel how you dig your nails into the pale skin of his shoulders, hold onto him because you are not sure if your legs are even able to carry you. and just when you part your lips to beg him not to stop, to never stop because his fingers fill you so perfectly, they suddenly slide out of you, leave you empty and shaking.
he comments your pleading whine with a grin, before he grabs your chin between his fingers again, pulls you in until your mouth is hovering against his, his eyes simmering down onto you.
„i'll finish that later when you're stuffed with my cock. have to keep you a little bit excited, don't i?“
the slight pout you give isn't enough to convince him to continue, only makes his smirk widen while he looks down onto you.
„on your knees.“
even though the words are barely more than deep breaths, his voice sounds so deep, coming so deep from his throat and sending shivers down your spine.
you look up into his eyes, contact never ending as you slowly slide down, rest your knees in the sand beneath you and run your right hand up his thigh, slightly pulling yourself closer towards him.
his skin smells of sunscreen and sand and the scent lulls you in while you lean your cheek against his thigh, gently nuzzling his skin, still looking up at him while your middlefinger hooks into the hem of his shorts, slightly tugging at the textile.
pleasant contentment fuels the grin on his lips and you feel your heart skip a beat again when he runs his fingers through your hair, nods at you in demand, encouraging you to go on.
so you do, use your right hand to pull down his shorts, while the left caresses his thigh, fingertips drawing impatient circles on his skin.
biting your lip, you run your eyes over his cock, feel yourself squirming again at the thought of having him inside you.
the sound of your name makes you look back to him again and you hum a little at the way he slides his fingers through your hair, eventually lightly grips onto them.
„better hurry up, sweet thing. we don't want anyone finding you in such an embarrassing situation, don't we?“
you only shake your head in soft submission, before you raise your hand to wrap it around him, hear a little gasp from him at the touch and the sound makes you so giddy and excited that you can not help but wrap your lips around him, slowly sliding him over your tongue.
he tastes of saltwater and shower gel and you can not help but hum as you look up at him with soft doe eyes, watch him tremble and gasp a little when you suck on him.
it doesn't take long for him to start guiding your head, fingers mercilessly holding onto your hair, moving you against him in a fluent, but pleasant pace.
the way he slides down your throat feels like heaven and you whimper around him, spit and precum collecting in your mouth, slipping past your lips, starting to run down your chin.
you feel so dirty and so pretty at the same time, feel so so good and right with his cock inside your mouth, like this is your sole purpose of existing.
and you can not help but chirp in joy when tomura lets out a deep, guttural groan, a shiver going through him at the way you slide your tongue around his tip.
„yeees, just like that, baby. knew you'd be good at this.“
his words slither into your bloodstream, make you clench your thighs and hum again when his grip around your hair tightens and he slowly builds up his pace, a small sample of how rough he'll be once the two of you get back to the hideout.
DABI
he doesn't even manage to keep his fingers to himself, doesn't manage to wait for you two to arrive at the beach, his patience thin like a thread whenever he sees your bikini set shine through the white textile of your oversized shirt.
even though he picked it out for you, you didn't allow him to take a look at it yet, just for the sake of teasing.
it frustrates him, almost pisses him off that he can only get a veiled peek at the thin textile beneath your shirt. but above all that, it makes his dick unbearably hard.
just as the two of you are on your way to the beach, already hear the chatters of other people your age partying and drinking, he suddenly grabs your hand, pulls you into a public bathroom near the shore and quickly makes work on the door to keep it closed, before he fists his fingers around some strands of your hair, pulling you into a rough kiss.
despite your surprise, the buzzing of adrenaline in your body, you allow yourself to melt into him, don't even bother to check if the stalls around you two are empty.
dabi's fingers quickly slip beneath your shirt, pull it over your head to reveal your bikini set, to finally see what exactly he picked out for you there. he didn't deem it possible, but you look even hotter in it than he imagined, the thin textile of the thong sitting perfectly on your hips, the harness-inspired strings of the top digging into your skin.
when he notices how you bite your lip, gently move both of your hands to trail your fingertips over the textile sitting between your breasts, he thinks he's about to lose it.
„you like it?“
your voice is a siren's call, your eyes a sinful curse and he can not help himself when he grabs you, turns your body to push you against the sink of the bathroom, makes you look at your reflected self in the mirror.
his mouth rests against your ear, husks out „how could i not like it? knew this would look perfect on you“, while his fingers slip between your legs, draw circles around your clit that make you lean your head back against his shoulder, a blissful sigh escaping your lips.
„play with your tits, baby. show me how good you feel like this.“
his words force a trembling breath out of you, before you loosen your hands from the edge of the sink and start to trail your fingers to your breasts, slipping beneath the cups of the top piece and kneading the sensitive flesh, rolling their peaks between your fingertips, while he keeps on rubbing your clit, makes you tremble against him.
„shit, look at you, looking like a fucking goddess.“
he slips two of his fingers into you, makes you arch your back against him, makes you send a high moan to the ceiling while his eyes keep on staring into yours in the mirror.
„guys on the beach are gonna drool over you, gonna look at nothing but you. pathetic fucking losers who wish they could fuck a girl like you.“
his low words echo in your head, trail through your throat, through your belly, end up spilling from your middle, sweet wetness coating his fingers and you can't take it anymore, start moving your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand.
„want your cock- dabi, please-“
his breath heaves at your words and he doesn't hesitate to push down his shorts, doesn't hesitate to push you forward, make you lean over the sink and place your hand on the mirror for support while he runs his cock through the wetness of your centre a few times, teasingly slipping past your entrance and making you whine as you give him a begging look in the mirror.
and then he pushes into you, stuffs you so fast and so full that you can't help but arch your back, fingers holding onto the sink for support as he bullies his cock into you over and over again, his mouth still resting on your ear, his heavy breaths making you shiver.
„maybe i'll fuck you a second time at the beach later, in front of everyone, showing everyone that you're my little slut, showing everyone that they don't have a chance with you.“
you can not help the smile spreading on your lips at his words, the amused exhale that mixes with a lovely whimper when his rapid thrusts hit your g-spot and his fingers grab your hair, lightly pulling your head back.
„you'd like that, wouldn't you? would love to show everyone how much of a whore you are.“
you manage to nod, push your body further against his, make him slip deeper into you and force a deep growl from his chest.
„hmmhm, i'd love that. wanna show everyone that i'm yours.“
your whimpers seem to be appealing enough for him, given the way his fingers slide out of your hair and down your spine. his eyes are still staring into yours in the mirror, hooded by his long lashes when he lightly dips his head, pushes a kiss against your bare shoulder.
his hand ends up resting on your hip, holding you steady, before the other one reaches around your body, indexfinger finding your clit in a trained, nonchalant movement.
the touch sends a shock through your body, forces a higher whine out of you and you feel your legs shaking, knees trembling beneath his thrusts as you stand on your tip toes, desperate to keep up the position that makes him slide so wonderfully deep into you.
„want your cum leaking out of me, want everyone to see it running down my thighs“
his answer to your whimpers is a deep, throaty chuckle that makes your lower body boil even more, almost makes your eyes roll back when he rubs your clit a little harder.
a gasp breaks from your throat when his hand looses from your waist, comes down on your ass in a slap instead. the stinging sensation mingles with your arousal, makes your already sensitive nerves burn.
„fucking hell, i buy you new swimwear and you wanna ruin it within the first hour of wearing it. ungrateful little slut.“
his heavy voice mixes with the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing through the room and you feel your own liquids run down the insides of your legs, the sensation only making you feel hotter, making you grip the sink even harder as you feel your own orgasm approaching.
stars start flickering in your brain, the air feels heavier around you and you feel your eyes fluttering, your sanity slowly melting beneath the way he keeps on circling your clit.
„gonna fill you so fucking good, just like you want it, baby.“
his voice trembles a little along with his breath, makes you let out a whimper fueled by pure love as you run your eyes over his face in the mirror, the way he grits his teeth, scrunches his eyebrows and tenses his jaw.
and then a deep growl surges from his throat, his nails dig into the flesh of your ass, hold you as steady as possible on your trembling legs while he roughs up his thrusts for a few last times, before he stops and pushes you even further against the sink, his body pressed so close to you that you find yourself gasping, the pressure of his finger against your clit so much that you can not take it anymore.
you let out a little yell, your brain buzzing with euphoria as little spasms go through your body, almost knock you off your feet. you feel so full with him, feel his heat inside of you and you think you could come again, can't help but sigh in bliss when he gently runs his nose over your neck, makes you shiver and arch your back again when you feel his breath against your ear, find his eyes still glaring deeply into yours in the glass of the mirror.
„there you go. stuffed nice and full, darling.“
trying to breathe, you still feel your body spasming around his cock, unable to pull your eyes away from him.
the little „thank you, dabi“ you let out causes a smirk to spread on his lips.
in that moment, dabi decides that the next thing he'll buy for you will be a new set of lingerie, just for the sake of tearing it off of you.
TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS
you know exactly what effect you have on him, how to make him breath and speechless.
and he knows you're playing with him, knows that you're not as innocent as you act when you loosen the band of your bikini top on your back, turn to look at him over your shoulder.
„keigo? can you help me with the sunscreen?“
your voice is honey-sweet, eyes soft and wide and his gaze immediately trails to the middle of your back, where all of your skin is revealed, a paradise of sweet flesh offered to him.
he doesn't hesitate to nod, walk over towards you and stop in front of the large towel you sit on, looking up at him with an expression that can only be described as satisfied.
it makes him lick his lips, unable to keep a smile off of them.
“sure, sweetheart.”
you hand him the bottle with sunscreen, in a slow, seductive manner, your fingertips gently gracing his skin, eyes constantly locked with his.
only when you move your body, stretch your legs to lay down on your stomach, your gazes break apart and keigo's eyes trail over your neck and your spine, your lower back and behind, the thin strings holding the lower piece of your bikini on your body.
he imagines simply undoing the knots resting on your waist, thinks about hoisting up your hips and lowering his body onto yours to sink into your sweet warmth, despite the few other people resting on their towels a little further away from you, despite the sun burning down onto his back and his wings.
but instead, he pours sunscreen into his palms and slightly rubs them against each other, before resting them on your shoulder blades, making you hum a little at the contact as you cross your arms on the towel, resting your head on it.
the heels of his hands move in soft, massaging circles over your back, beneath your shoulder blades and your spine, further and further down.
his mind slowly starts spinning as his palms rest on your ass and he hears the little gasp you let out at the touch.
no matter how much he'd love to keep his hands there in that exact spot, on soft, sunkissed flesh, he trails them back up to your lower back, continues his massage there before forcing himself further up.
it's a tease for the both of you, you hold your breath every time his fingers trail down and you can not help but smile before raising your voice.
“i actually just needed you to put on sunscreen. didn't know i'd get a massage for free.”
keigo snickers, shifts his weight a little while he kneels over your thighs, slightly leaning forward.
“don't act like you make me do this for the sunscreen, baby.”
a certain darkness is grounded in his voice and it makes you hold your breath, makes your heart skip a beat. you feel how his wings throw shadows over your body as he spreads them a little, feel a little shiver going through you at the lack of sunlight.
and just as you become aware of the fact that his feathers shield you a little from the view of other people on the beach, both of his hands trail back to your hips, fingers playing with the strings of the lower bikini piece.
a chuckle is caught in your throat, comes out as a gasp instead when his hand cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers.
“trying to seduce me in the middle of a beach... you're so naughty.”
his words make you clench your thighs a little, make you aware of the wetness between your legs and you press your lips together, kiss your teeth while his hands keep on massaging your skin, long fingers spreading and grabbing your ass, his thumbs slowly drawing circles inward, slowly moving further to the spot where you need it, crave it.
lightly lifting your torso onto your elbows, you lean your head back a little, a soft smile curving your lips.
“and? is it working?”
you feel him shift, feel how his wings bury you further in their shadows as he slightly leans in closer towards your body.
“take a wild guess.”
his voice is so deep, so sinful and you clench your fingers, try to bear the rush of arousal that floods your veins and your brain. yet before you are able to calm down, his right thumb pushes away the textile between your legs, pushes directly against your slit and forces you to catch a whine behind your teeth.
an exhaled chuckle echoes behind you, rumbling deep and full from his chest.
“be quiet for me, yeah? I know you can do that.”
his thumb slips into you as the last word still echoes in your ear, easily, with no resistance. you hear the wet sound as your body welcomes the anticipated and desired intrusion, can't help but sigh in bliss when he builds up a slow rhythm by sliding in and out of you.
“oh, shit- keigo-”
you push your mouth against your arm, bring up all of your willpower to keep the noises inside, to enjoy in silence, no matter how much you'd love to show him how good he makes you feel.
his thumb slides in to the knuckle of his hand, a slow and steady rhythm that already has you seeing stars, while the palm of his other hand lightly keeps on massaging your back, makes you melt right into the towel beneath your body.
“you picked that swimwear on purpose, didn't you? wanted me to do this to you, huh?”
his voice is calm and placid as he speaks, the movements of his fingers steady and dedicated, a stark contrast to your shivering and gasping state.
his thumb slips out of you and before you can protest, can beg him to continue the fulfilling feeling, his index and middlefinger slide into you, fierce and deep, immediately curling, reaching for the spot that has your body writhing, your back arching.
your hips snap, twitch upwards, more into the feeling, but his other hand quickly rests on your tailbone, pushes you back down, holds you there while his fingers pick up their pace, low, wet sounds echoing in your ears by the pressure of his fingers against your walls.
“hey, hey, no squirming baby. we don't want anyone to know what we're doing here.”
his low voice is like wax on your spine, trickling hot and dangerously down your whirls, making you feel so warmer against his touch and beneath the summer sun.
you feel how he leans in slightly closer towards you, feel how the sudden proxamity makes your breath hitch.
and the way he husks a “don't we?” out into your neck doesn't help with that, makes you melt further into the towel and the sand, makes you aware that you are basically drenching his fingers in your juices, unable to control the immense wetness between your legs.
you shake your head at his question, feel your eyes flutter, your heart skip a beat and your breath stall in your throat when he reaches your g-spot, keeps on fingering you into oblivion right there in the middle of the bench, his shielding wings the only thing allowing you to roll your eyes back, not having to hide the heat in your face and aroused expression in your features.
cw: threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), praise, crying (but the good kind), hair pulling, afab reader
wordcount: 2822
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You whine at the feeling of his hips slamming against yours over and over again, tears already streaming down your face because it's so impossible to take.
Your lower arms almost slip as they rest on the mattress, you have to clutch the linen between your fingers to keep yourself up and steady while your body trembles and shivers beneath each heavy thrust.
Feeling Tomura's lips hover over your shoulder and his heavy breath hit your skin makes you shiver and tremble, forces you to arch your back and push your behind back, more into him.
He groans at the feeling, you feel the hard grip on your hips tighten.
„Fuck, yes, just like that baby“ he growls and his words send a new shiver down your spine.
You want to answer something, but you can't. All air is knocked out of you each time his tip hits your cervix.
The only thing you are able to focus on to at least keep a little bit of your sanity are the blue eyes in front of you.
„You're such a pretty thing, aren't you?“
A grin is plastered on Dabi's lips as he holds your face between his fingers, playfully turning your head left and right, all the while forcing you to look at him.
He kneels in front of you, lazily strokes his cock while he looks at your face, the tears in your eyes and your fucked out expression.
His thumb runs over your cheek, catches a tear and sweat staining your skin, before he rises his hand and gives your cheek a few playful slaps, just to grab your chin back in an iron hold right afterwards.
„You like this, huh? Isn't it good how we treat you?“
You want to answer, want to let all thoughts spill from your tongue, all the confessions of love, all desires you have.
But before you are able to collect enough air in your throat, Tomura's fingers are in your hair, harshly pull your head back and it almost makes you choke on your own spit.
The way he thrusts into you, makes your hips stutter with each hard move has your eyes rolling back and his voice is only a blur through the veil of arousal all around and inside you.
„What do we say when someone makes us feel good?“ he asks with a dark voice, a tone that leaves no choice but to answer.
You would love to look at him, at his eyes, but you don't want to change the position because he hits your G-spot so, so good, rubs your inner walls as if his cock was made for you.
„Tha-thank you. Thank you, Tomura“ you sob, trembling and barely able to keep your body in its current tensed position.
„Hmm yes, look at you being grateful“ he responds, you hear how he emphasizes the last word by raising his volume, before he pushes your head back forward and picks up the pace of his thrusts, has to keep his iron hold on your hips to stop your body from flinching away from his rough pace.
In the meantime, Dabi reaches forward and pushes his hand against your chest, forces a high whine from your throat as he massages the sensitive flesh.
You watch him through tear-stained eyes, see how he licks through the corner of his mouth while you feel his fingers trail from your chest over your neck and to your jaw, until his thumb suddenly rests on your lower lip.
From the lower corner of your eyes, you see how he strokes his dick with the other hand again and a louder whine mixes with your heavy breathing, caused by Tomura's merciless thrusts.
„You're so happy right now, aren't you? So happy to have us take care of you.“
You quickly nod at him, whining and parting your lips to let his thumb slide into your mouth, another moan coming from your throat as you arch your back, feel how Tomura's movements cause an almost painful pressure on your G-spot.
Dabi's grin grows upon the whine leaving you, his thumb lightly starts to thrust into your mouth.
„Hmm, fuck yes“ he says, more a mumble than anything else because he's so captivated by the way your lips wrap around his finger.
He can't look away from your eyes, the way they beg him for more.
And he is so happy to give you more, moves his body a little further forward and grins at the way you look down to his cock, the trembling whine you let out.
“Want to suck my cock that bad?”
The way you look up at him with wide, begging eyes makes his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat.
If he isn't careful, he'll end up falling for you if you keep on looking at him like that.
Licking through the corner of his mouth, he watches how you nod eagerly, before he gently taps his tip against your lower lip.
“There you go sweetheart, all for you.”
His deep voice prickles warm and soothing beneath your skin and with a soft whine, you lean your head forward, wrap your lips around him as you close your eyes.
The soft, warm feeling of your mouth makes him hiss and inhale sharply to somehow bear the sensation. He runs his fingers through your hair to keep it out of your face, before he grabs a fistful of it and starts to move your head in the pace he wants, quickly hears the helpless choking sounds when he hits the back of your throat.
“Shiiiit, just like that, baby, just like that.”
Tears bubble up in your eyes, your mind constantly switches between the concentration of breathing through your nose and the sensation of harsh thrusts against your insides.
It feels like heaven.
“Good fucking girl.”
Dabi's growl only fuels your arousal, causes a knot to form in your lower body, tension growing in your thighs.
Your veins burn with electricity, pulsate in the most sensitive spots of your body while you feel your orgasm build up, your breath hitching and interrupted by your sobs.
Whining and moaning around Dabi's cock, you feel how he suddenly pushes your head further, completely takes your breath away as he slips down your throat. It makes you choke, makes your tears flow harder as he keeps you in place, hissing and groaning out a drained “Fuuuck” above you.
You raise one hand to his thigh, slightly dig your nails into the healthy flesh on his upper leg, try to make him pull back, try to make him stop before you'll either choke or throw up due to the pressure in your throat.
When he eventually pulls back, out of your mouth, you harshly gasp for air, saliva and precum dripping from your lips and running down your chin while you look up at him through your blurry, tear-stained gaze, still whining and whimpering.
The raven haired still looks down at you, unable to pull his gaze away from your tears and your fucked out expression.
“Dabi...” you sob out, whimper again when he gently grabs your stained chin, runs his thumb over your dripping lower lip.
Your breath once more trembles beneath the constant massage of your inner walls and you bite your lower lip for a short moment, look deeply into Dabi's blue eyes, find a comfort in them you shouldn't experience.
Why are you doing this anyway? You shouldn't trust either of them.
This is wrong on so many levels and you know it, but ironically, you never felt safer before in your life. The gazes of admiration they both give you ensures you that they'd never hurt you, that they'd protect you from anything and anyone, would do anything to make you feel good.
In an instinct of arousal and hunger, you wrap your fingers around Dabi' cock, hear him moan as you start to move your hand in slow strokes, eyes always connected with his.
“Dabi-” you start again, see him grin at your trembling state.
“What's wrong, baby?”
His voice is like warm wax running down your spine, warms your already heated body even more.
“Wanna come, wanna come so bad. Can I? Can I please come?”
He licks his lower lip, suppresses a deep groan upon hearing your pleading voice. He still holds your chin and observes how you pump his cock, could watch you all day doing it.
When he leans down towards you and places his lips next to your ear, your thighs tremble in ecstasy and arousal.
You are so close that it almost hurts, you only need to let the tension in your lower body go.
Closing your eyes, you wait for his allowance, for him to give you the words you want to hear so badly. But his deep voice rasps something else next to your ear.
“I'm not the one to decide that.”
You open your eyes to look at him with a painful expression, new tears spill from them and a sobbing moan is pushed out of your throat by another harsh thrust from behind you.
When Dabi slightly pushes your chin to the side, you turn your head, look over your shoulder to find the image of Tomura's tensed body.
The muscles in his arms flex as he holds your hip steady with one hand, while the other one rests next to your body on the mattress, his eyes directed to his own cock sliding into you again and again.
A whimpered version of his name makes his concentration switch back to you, his red eyes full of lust as they rest on you.
You feel yourself melt beneath his gaze and the urge to hold onto him surges through you, makes you push up your body a little.
“Am I a good little slut for you?”
Your voice is a trembling mess, everything about your appearance is begging for release, for his mercy.
You see the grin spread on his chapped lips, feel his gloved, scarred hand slide over your spine before his fingers grab into your hair, pull you back and make you arch your back with a loud whine.
“Fuck, yes you are. Such a sweet little cunt to take my cock. You want to come, baby? Wanna come on my cock?”
Another whine leaks your throat, the excitement his words spark in you prickle in your veins.
“Yes, yes please. You make me feel so good, Tomura.”
You speak so quickly and desperately that it only makes his grin widen.
You feel the heat of his chest against your shoulder blades as he leans forward and pulls your head back further, his mouth resting on the back of your neck.
“Hmm, you've been such a good girl” he husks against your skin, before his fingers slip out of your hair and slide towards the front of your neck to grab it.
When he slows his thrusts for a moment, you hold your breath, silently beg him not to stop or to tease you, to finally give you the release you need so badly.
A singular hard, deep thrust knocks all the air out of your lungs, makes you whine so loudly that it rings in your own ears.
“Whose little cunt are you, hm?”
You shiver beneath another hard thrust, sobs leave your throat and tears stream down your face because you have no idea how longer you can take this, how long it will take until you break apart.
“Yours, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me” you babble out, almost choke on your words and eventually hear a satisfied growl from him.
“That's right. Don't forget it baby.”
He grants you a single soft kiss against your cheek, before he lets go of your neck and makes you drop back forward, before his hips snap into yours as harsh and fast as before, make you let out a little scream of surprise and overstimulation.
Your mind is spinning so fast that you're not able to focus, both your hands rest on the mattress and your fingers dig into the linen, your entire being is overwhelmed by his thrusts and the way he suddenly reaches around your body with one hand.
A sobbed moan leaves your throat when he starts massaging your clit, the trembling inside of you gets harder and harder, the tension in your thighs and lower body grows and grows to a point you are sure borders to insanity.
When your orgasm finally crashes into you, you aren't even able to scream or to moan, a mixture of crying and whining leaks your throat as you arch your back, feel the world flicker around you and fireworks flash through your insides.
You feel how Tomura pauses his thrusts, how his hand soothingly caresses your lower back while Dabi gently runs his fingers through your hair.
Through the haze of your orgasm, through the trembling, flickering and shivering, you feel two hands on your hips and a shivering breath escapes you, since that touch alone is too much on your overstimulated skin.
Tomura gently turns you on your back, you see the almost soft expression on his face as he observes your trembling and twitching body, the heat in his cheeks when you try to focus your vision.
Two other hands carefully grab you beneath the arms, pull your body up until you feel yourself lean against Dabi, one of his arms wrapped around you while the other keeps on stroking your hair.
You're still trembling, one of your hand tries to somehow return Dabi's embrace and ends up in his hair, while you try to somehow regain the ability to speak, to somehow become able to communicate in more than just pathetic whimpers and sobs.
Upon hearing a deep chuckle from above you, you feel how Dabi places one of his hands on your cheek, wipes the tears that still keep on flowing.
“Shit dude, you fucked her stupid.”
Looking up, you see the grin on Tomura's face, feel how his broad palm rests on the inside of your thigh, gently caresses your heated and shivering skin.
“Ah, don't worry, she can take a lot more than that” he says as he leans in closer, makes your breath hitch before his lips find yours, give you a deep, almost soft kiss.
The gesture soothes you a little, makes you sigh as you slowly meander back to your body.
You can't help but whimper a little when he pulls back, his red eyes once more taking you in.
“Can't you, sweetie?”
The way he looks at you makes you melt, you have never seen such a soft expression on him.
And with a feeling balancing between adoration and arousal, you nod, lean in once more towards him.
“More” you let out with a low whimper. “Want more of you.”
While Tomura's grin widens, you hear Dabi chuckle right next to you, his teeth nipping on the shell of your ear.
“Shit, doll, you really are something else.”
Before you're able to move your body on your own, his hands are beneath your arms again, move you like you don't weigh more than a feather, turn you around and make you drop backwards into Tomura's arms, while he positions himself between your legs.
Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock over your dripping entrance a few times, his blue eyes looking deeply into yours as you shiver in the shadow he throws over you.
“You good to go, baby?”
Pressing your lips together to keep a whine inside your throat, you look at him and nod, feel safe and warm with Tomura's arms around you.
With a grin everlasting on his lips, Dabi pushes into you, makes you moan and arch your back beneath every inch of him filling you.
Leaning your head back against Tomura's shoulder, you feel the soft kiss he presses against your temple, while both of his hands trail down your ribcage, over your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing both of your breasts between his fingers, making you whine and lean your head further against his.
“Look at you sweetheart, being so good for us.”
You close your eyes, let yourself fall completely into them, melt beneath their hands and soft growls of praise.
It's such a weird controversy that you feel safest with two of the most dangerous villains of your country. But at the same time, it makes a soft warmth spread through you to be desired and wanted by both of them, fully aware that they wouldn't hesitate to kill for you.
today i thought of tomura as a teenager and i made myself sad.
tw: mention of self-harm and drugs
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teen!tomura who breaks mirrors when he looks at himself too long
teen!tomura who sits in his dimly lit room and plays video games while snacking on sour candy and chips
teen!tomura who tries to cut himself and then tears up because it doesn't make the itch go away
teen!tomura who takes drugs alone in his room for the first time, then vomits it all out (and kurogiri who takes care of him and promises not to tell afo as long as tomura promises to never do it again)
teen!tomura sitting in lessons with his private teacher and wondering what it might feel like to sit in a real classroom
teen!tomura who slowly unlearns how to cry over the years because it's weakness and he never wants to be weak again
teen!tomura who plays on his switch the entire night, then quickly hides it and pretends to sleep when kurogiri checks up on him (kurogiri just acts as if he doesn't notice the light beneath his pillow)
teen!tomura who tries cigarettes for the first time and grimaces at the taste
teen!tomura who winces when someone slams a door or talks too loud because sometimes, he still hears his father's voice echoing along with it
teen!tomura who feels a sting in his heart when he spots someone walking with their dog
teen!tomura who smiles a real and bright smile when he interacts with people online and in games
teen!tomura who has repeating nightmares and tries to avoid sleeping as much as possible by playing video games
teen!tomura who tries to keep his smile at bay when kurogiri makes his favourite food on his birthday
cw: vaginal sex, blood play, praise, creampie, reader has a nose bleed mid sex and zack goes feral over it, zack can't build a single sentence without a curse word
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The air around you is heavy, thickened by your harsh exhales. A thin film of sweat covers your skin while you move your hips in rolling, fluent movements and a moan leaks your throat as you feel that familiar bump against your g-spot again.
Hazy eyes slide down to your palms placed on scarred skin beneath you, trail further over collarbones and tensed muscles, eventually rest on Zack's face.
His breathing is as heavy as yours, lips parting with deep moans and hissed breaths while his hands rest on your hips, guide them while he moves his lower body along with yours, meets your thrusts halfway through, shoves himself even further up into you.
With a shivering sigh, you press your palms harder against his chest, feel his burn scars beneath your fingers. You cherish the feeling.
It took a while for you to be allowed to see him without his bandages, took a lot of trust for him to show himself to you without any cover.
By now he thinks that with every time you run your fingers over his damaged skin without hesitation, he falls even more for you.
Oxytocin pumps through his veins and straight into his brain, makes him high, makes him see nothing but you above him.
You are so perfect in comparison with him, flawless in his eyes, way too perfect for someone like him.
He hears a whine break from your throat and his gaze softens slightly as it lingers on your face, the aroused expression on it, the way your lips part and the glassy tears in your eyes.
He sees your skin glisten with sweat, sees the glow on your lips, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs.
It's like an aphrodisiac, makes him grab your hips harder, makes him tense his body while he tries to somehow pick up the pace, tries to ignore the burning exhaustion in his thighs.
He sees how you lightly arch your back above his thrusts, feels how your nails dig into the skin of his chest.
„ah- fuck- Zack-“
His name sounds so good when you say it. He wants to hear it over and over again, doesn't care if you moan, cry or scream it.
A groan leaves his throat as the sound echoes in his head, his fingers dig deeper into the skin of the upper part of your thigh.
He lowers his eyes down to the middle of your body, watches himself sliding in and out of you, sees the skin of his lower body glisten with your fluids.
He wants to make you come in this position, wants to see and feel you fall apart in despair above him, wants to catch you when you fall, wants to hold you before he starts chasing his own high.
While he estimates the right moment to put his finger against your clit to make you come undone, he suddenly hears a low „shit-“ coming from you.
He thinks it to be just a regular curse at first, caused by arousal and overstimulation, but when he feels your rhythm falter, slowing down, he furrows his brows, slows his own thrusts before raising his eyes.
He wants to ask what's wrong, slightly annoyed with the sudden disruption as he trails his eyes up your torso above him. But when they rest on your face, he chokes on the question, feels his mind stumble over the simplest thoughts.
There's a switch being turned in his head, further and further as he stares at you, watches how you hold your hand in front of your nose.
Blood slips through between your fingers, he watches how it runs over the back of your hand and down your arm.
His mind clouds, it's like he can smell you more intensely, can smell your blood, craves to taste it on his tongue.
A sharp gasp echoes from his throat when the first drop hits his chest. His bones shiver at the sensation, he feels his heart slowing down, feels like the world slowly stops around him.
Hunger grows inside of him. A rush he can not stop.
„Fuck, sorry.“
Your voice barely breaks through to him, gets partially lost in the clouds filling his brain, in the immense ache taking over his mind.
„I'll clean this up. Let me just-“
You want to get up from his legs, try to pull away, but Zack's fingers tighten like vices around the skin of your hips, keep you in place, push you further down his cock.
The questioning gaze you give him is met by his hypnotized stare, his eyes locked on the blood still running through the gaps between your fingers.
„Zack, what-“
He slowly shakes his head before you can finish, sits up and wraps an arm around your waist before he grabs your hand and pulls it away from your nose.
With an embarrassed expression, you allow him to pull your hand away, feel blood drip from your fingers onto his, see it trailing in a thin line down his arm.
You feel your cheeks heat up as you look at him, feel his eyes lay so heavily on you that you think you can feel it burn through your skin, feel the heat of his body now that he is so much closer to you.
Zack feels like he's going insane, watches how blood runs from your nose to your lips, from your lips to your chin, sees it trail over your neck, to the valley between your breasts.
His fingers tighten around your wrist, pull it towards him, his eyes still digging into yours as he lightly turns his head to push his lips against the lower part of your palm, into the warm red smeared on it.
He hears your shaky inhale, feels you shiver when he licks a long stripe over your skin, laps up your blood like it's the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.
Crimson coats his tongue, blurs in his mouth and he groans at the taste of copper and salt, feels like he's about to explode.
He wants more, wants to drain you, wants to devour all of you. His heart thumps so hard in his chest that it's numbing, trying to keep up with his rushing, racing mind.
With his other hand still on your hip, he makes you sink down onto him again, meets your movements halfway down, makes you whine out at the fulfilling feeling. His eyes follow the lines of red on your body, he feels heat spread through his veins as he licks up the trail of blood on your lower arm.
Through his clouded mind, he hears a low whine coming from you, something that sounds like „This is embarrassing.“
He shakes his head, barely knows how to speak, his breath completely snatched away by your appearance, by your taste, by the hunger roaring through him.
„No“ he breathes out, while his long fingers trail down your spine in a caressing gesture, make you lean your head back, make you arch more into him. „This is perfect, you're fucking perfect.“
He hears the moan you send to the ceiling, feels how you place a hand on his shoulder to hold onto him, feels how close your body is to his.
It's like he can feel your pulse, your heart beating along with his. When he trails his eyes to your neck, the blood on it, he feels like he can hear, feel, see your carotid beat through the skin, like it's calling him, begging for him.
Air gets knocked from his lungs every time you sink down his cock, every time he feels his tip hit your cervix and hears you whine upon it.
The rushing and buzzing in his head gets louder, takes him in and with a groan, he leans forward, presses his lips against your throat, licks up another stripe of blood.
He hears you whine, feels you squirm in his harsh grip as he bares his teeth above your skin, sucks and bites and bruises your flesh, groans at the way you taste.
Your other hand is released from his grip and you quickly slide it over the nape of his neck and into his hair, where you dig your fingers into the soft, black strands.
He groans at the light pressure, you feel it more than you hear it, feel the way he still sucks and bites your skin, can't help but shiver at the sensation.
Desperate and needy, you plan to pull his head back to kiss him, but before you are able to, both of his hands are on your waist again, in a tighter grip than before.
With a swift movement that doesn't leave you any breath or second to speak, you are thrown off of his body, your back hits the mattress and your mind gets lost in a small spiral for a few seconds.
A few seconds in which your wrists are grabbed and pinned down to the sheets, in which you feel Zack's legs slide between yours, his heated body hovering over yours, burying you in his shadow.
You become aware of the white sheets around you, the white textile that will be covered in blood once the two of you will be done.
But as soon as you look up, the thought quickly becomes secondary, utterly unimportant. Your brain seems to come to a halt beneath the gaze hitting you from above.
With his arms still pinning you down, Zack leans above you, darkened eyes and shivering, parted lips, tensed jaw and flexed muscles, fully taking you in and observing you, focusing on you like a wild animal ready to hare down towards its prey.
His breath is still going hard, you see a droplet of sweat run from his collarbone down his chest, right through the warm blood smeared all over the skin covering his muscles.
„Shit, what are you doing to me?“ you hear him breathe out, feel how his grip tightens a little around your wrists, to an extend that sends a shiver of pain through your nerves.
You feel your skin burn beneath his eyes when he trails them over your blood stained body again, feel adrenaline pump in your lower body when he pushes himself against you, slides his cock through your wetness and makes you gasp when his tip brushes your clit.
„I can't hold back when you look like this.“
You are not sure what to do, are not sure what he expects your response to be.
So you decide to be selfish, decide to put your wish to have him back inside of you above everything else.
Desperately, you choke out the few words your brain grants you to use.
„I don't want you to hold back. Please-“
Your voice falters for a second, shakes beneath pent up arousal and the insane ache for the man above you, who looks like he's about to devour all of you, everything you offer him.
This is insane, so, so, fucked up. And you love every second of it, love the way he holds you down, love the way he gets drunk of the sight of you, ache for his nails in your skin, his teeth in your flesh, him so deep inside of you that it bruises you.
„Use me, Zack.“
The pleading whine forces a deep growl out of his chest, makes him move one of his arms away from your wrist to push himself back into you, sink into your warmth with such a deep thrust that it makes you throw your head back with a loud moan.
The angle gives him a clear view of the smeared blood on your neck, warm red surrounded and underlined with his bites and marks.
It makes him lose more of his composure and his mind as he immediately sets up a ruthless, merciless pace of his thrusts, hitting you in such a harsh, fast tempo that it knocks the air out of you, makes it impossible for you to speak or beg, only allows breathy, high moans to slip out of your clenched throat.
„God, yes, make those noises for me.“
His deep voice shakes with each of his thrusts, you see the way he licks his lips as he looks down at you and you shiver beneath it, feel so much smaller and vulnerable beneath those bi-colored eyes.
„Such a good little slut, all mine to break.“
Through his heaved words, you hear the way his hips snap against yours, hear the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, feel how he slips so much deeper into you, how he rubs your walls in an even better way than before.
You are so close to coming, you want to tell him, but speaking still is impossible with his hard pace and you can only inhale sharper and sharper every time the knot in your lower stomach tightens, with each breath that comes out in the shape of a little whine or sob.
Feeling how his other hand releases your wrist as well, you let out a breath of relief, just to whine once more upon at the way he holds you by your hips, holds you down while he pounds into you.
It's like heaven, you feel yourself start to float, especially when his hand rises to massage your chest, purposely spreading more of your blood on your upper body.
Whining beneath his touch, you slowly lose your sense of reality, barely realize how he leans down until his lips find yours.
His kiss makes you sigh against him, makes you cradle his face in your hands and you hear him growl as he licks over your lower lip, makes you very aware that he is aching for more of your blood, licking up as much as he can.
It's vile and nasty and you love every second of it.
Upon pulling back, you feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see his face, see the blood on and around his lips, see that your bloody fingers stain his cheeks and his neck.
The sight steals your breath away, paired up with the glaring lust in his eyes, it's enough to make you slip so dangerously close to an orgasm that you have to dig your fingers into his shoulders, aching to find a hold as you shoot him a begging look.
„I'm gonna cum, Zack- fuck, I'm gonna cum.“
You notice the quick breath he lets out, feel how he tenses his body, how he keeps his pace as hard as possible while he still looks down on you, takes in every fibre of your appearance.
His hand steadying him on the mattress tenses, clutches to a fist around the sheets while the other one grabs the back of your thigh, makes you cry out as he pushes your knee closer to your shoulder and hits your g-spot.
You can only look up into his eyes, hold onto them as he pushes you closer and closer, eventually grabs you and pulls you down into sweet ecstasy.
A drained, sobbed and trembling moan leaks your throat when you feel your body tense and relax in a fast rhythm, when the peak of your arousal washes over you and melts your brain to a soft mess of nothingness.
You can only watch Zack's lips tremble, teeth clenching as his moaning gets louder and it fucks so much with your overstimulated brain that you feel close to crying, feel an overwhelming urge to be even closer to him, to be one with him.
„Come inside me, please, please“ you beg, voice high and needy, lost in the clouds of your high.
Seeing him gasp at your words almost makes you come again.
„Want me to fill you up, huh?“ he breathes out, right before he pushes a kiss against your cheek and then buries his face in your neck.
„Want me to make a mess out of you? Then beg more for it, beg for me."
His breathy mumbling makes the hair on your neck stand up, makes you whimper and whine for more as you wrap your arms around him, to keep him as close as possible as you feel him tense and shiver above and inside you.
With your eyes still unable to focus, your arms wrapped around him and your thighs still trembling beneath his thrusts and your orgasm, you drown in the sounds of his heavy breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies, all of it keeping you in your euphoric state.
„God, you feel so fucking good.“
A deep groan carries his words, you can hear pure ache and longing in the way his voice shakes, with a higher tone than usual.
You feel how Zack pulls his face away from your neck, feel how he pushes his nose against yours, feel his heaving breath against your lips.
He still looks at you like before, completely focused on you, only the trembling of his lips and light furrow of his brows an indication for the sheer amount of pleasure filling him in this moment.
You hear him whine out your name, over and over again, but before you are able to lean forward to kiss him, his breath suddenly stalls in his throat.
His lips part as he stills inside of you, pushes himself as deep as possible into you and the fulfilling feeling makes you gasp along with him.
The deep groan that rumbles from his chest echoes in your head as he holds your hip with one hand, while the other one balances his weight on the mattress, shakes beneath the orgasm rushing through him, beneath the shivers that make his muscles twitch and make short, involuntary whines slip from his throat.
You watch him in awe while he falls apart above you, watch his eyes flicker and his lips tremble and you whimper a little because you feel so full with him, can't help but shiver along with him.
The blood smeared on his face and his shoulders makes your head spin, makes something tingle deep inside of you, something that makes your lower body boil again.
Something primal, almost animalistic, something you never felt before.
A sigh breaks from your throat while your eyes still rest on Zack's face, the saliva glistening on his lips and the dark shade of red on the healthy parts of his cheeks only makes you more feral.
In a quick impulse, you hook your legs around his waist to keep him locked within you, hear a low, pleased groan from him in response.
“Shit, your pussy's so good-"
His voice still shivers as he leans his nose more against yours.
You draw in a sharp breath when he slowly pushes himself forward again, fills you to the brim, makes your eyes roll back in sweet pleasure while your arms wrap around his neck, fingers burying in his black hair.
Both of your breathing gets heavier again, more in sync, you whine as he starts thrusting into you again and your arousal spikes in your lower body as you hear the slick sounds of him fucking his cum deeper into you.
„Fuck-“
The word is only a gasp, a hiss through clenched teeth and it sets you on fire again, makes you so ready to take whatever he's about to give you.
“Fuck, I can't stop.”
His low words and the deep growl coming from his throat, along with the unwavering expression of arousal in his eyes makes you realize that this is far from over, that he'll enjoy this and the sight of you for as long as possible.
And you think you've never been happier as you rest your palm against his cheek, look up at him through flickering, tear stained eyes.
“Then don't.”
His lips part at your voice and what they carry, you can see how his muscles tense again.
And then you moan in bliss, throw your head back as he moves inside of you again, thrusts into you with a hunger that makes you breathless and leans in to bruise and mark the other side of your neck, neither of you bothering with the veil of sweat, cum and blood coating both your bodies.
You should probably think of a good explanation you could give to Ray in case she asks about the messed up sheets.
„Getting off on pain, hm? Knew you had it in you.“
featuring: shigaraki tomura
cw: degrading, possessive behaviour, choking, praise, dirty talk, tomura scratching his initial in your skin, afab reader
wordcount: 1969
18+ content - MDNI
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The moon is bright and blue that night, the only source of light, falling through the large window of Tomura's bedroom.
Its blueish hue reflects in the little pearls of sweat on your forehead, in the tears in your eyes and he drinks in the sight of you as he leans forward, closer towards you.
Along with the movement, he thrusts back into you, makes your muffled moan echo through the thick air, feels it vibrate in his ears.
He licks through the corner of his mouth as he looks down at you, sees the way you rest your arms next to your head and hold onto the large pillow beneath you, eyes closed and lips parted in helpless, breathless moans beneath his thrusts, bare skin glistening with sweat.
„Tomura- ah-“
You cut yourself off with a little whine while you grab the pillow harder, slightly rise your pelvis to meet his thrusts halfway, whimper at the feeling of him hitting your deepest parts.
„That's right, say who makes you feel this good“ he breathes out, dragging the fingers of his gloved hand over your bare thigh, the nails of his bare fingers scraping the skin.
You gasp for air when you feel his grip on your legs setting them up on the mattress, the angle making his thrusts harder and deeper, forcing new whimpers from your lips.
When you look up at him, he has to hold his breath for a moment, drowning in the flickering arousal in your eyes, your heated skin and the few strands of hair clinging to your sweaty forehead.
„Please... Ngh, please-“
He lets out a breathless chuckle, slides his hand over your thigh, your stomach and your breasts, before he rises it to wrap his fingers around your throat, pushing you further down into the pillow.
„Please? Please what?“ he mocks you, feels shivers run over his spine at the little choking sound you let out.
Back arching and lips parting for air, you whine out a small „Harder... please...“, words that dare to make him melt.
Licking his lips and letting out another dark chuckle, he rises his hand from your throat, lightly slaps your cheek.
„Good girl. Such a good girl begging a ruthless villain to fuck her stupid.“
You whine at his words, moan when he grabs your throat again and pushes himself as deep as possibly into you.
He leans closer towards you, brushes his nose against yours, feels how you try to nudge your head forward to meet his lips, trying to kiss him.
„You're such a good little slut for me, you know that? Always so needy and perfect for me, only for me.“
Both of you inhale sharply when he stops his thrusts deep inside of you, very slowly pulling back and watching your reaction.
„You know that, don't you?"
You whimper when he thrusts back into you, hard and deep, sending a shiver through your entire body.
„You're mine.“
His heavy breath grazes your lips, his long fingers wrap hard around your throat.
„You're. Fucking. Mine.“
Each of his words is underlined with a hard, heavy thrust, he relishes in your high moans, in your sweet attempt to keep down the noises.
When a particular high sound leaks your throat, he quickly leans forward to possesss your lips with his, feeling and hearing you sigh against his mouth.
He keeps up his thrusts while he brushes his tongue against yours, a deep groan coming from his own throat when he licks over your lower lip.
His fingers slide away from your neck, his lips ghost from your mouth over your cheek and your jaw, before he presses them against your throat.
Without hesitation, he starts creating hickeys on your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting the sensitive skin until he's satisfied with the result.
Pulling back and looking down at you again, he feels his mind spinning faster, new heat sparking inside of him by having full view onto your body, being able to watch himself slide in and out of your tight walls.
He licks his lips while his eyes trail from your neck over your bare chest, until he ends at your stomach, finds the bulge of himself moving right beneath the skin a few inches underneath your navel.
When he drags his fingernails over your skin and enjoys the whine he earns for that, he suddenly gets an idea, lips splitting into a sharp, wicked grin.
„Now that I think about it... I can mark you in other ways, can't I?“
Looking up at him with a surprised, confused gaze, you let out a short, breathless „Huh?“, before more noises of pleasure break out of your throat.
Tomura's fingers slither over your flesh once more, make your breath hitch in your throat when he stops two or three inches beneath the middle of your breasts, his nail slowly digging deeper into the skin.
You still look up at him with awaiting eyes, shivering and moaning beneath his thrusts, which never seem to waver.
A little shadow veils his gaze when he slowly drags his finger down your stomach with some increased pressure, makes you hold your breath for a moment.
You let it out in a loud whine when he adds even more pressure and breaks through your skin, making slight pain mix with the pleasure filling all of your nerves.
It's unbelievably hot. The new feeling enthrills you so much that you feel a coil of electricity collecting in your lower body.
A bundle of arousal that heats up more and more the further his finger scratches.
He seems to notice, given the little growth of the grin on his lips.
„Oh, you're enjoying this, huh? Having a thing for pain now?“
When he pulls his finger away, a line of roughly three inches is carved into the skin between your ribcage and navel, a small droplet of blood running from it, making its way down your waist, soaking in the linen beneath you.
You take in a shaking breath, looking down to you stomach, still shaking beneath his thrusts.
His tip brushes your cervix again and again, so deep and harsh that it barely leaves any air for you to breathe.
With a loud whine, your attention is forcefully focused back to him when he grabs your neck, pushes you back into the mattress.
„Not done yet, sweetheart“ he growls, the shadow in his gaze darkening the slightest bit.
You whimper while you look up at him, think you're going to melt beneath him.
„So good, you feel so good, Tomura.“
Your voice is barely more than a sob, your brain short-circuiting beneath the heat of your own body and his, thighs starting to tremble when you feel the orgasm building in your lower body.
You sense how he places his finger right beneath the edge of your ribcage, digging his nail once more into the skin, before he drags a horizontal line into your flesh.
Feeling your breath hitch into another sob, you clench the textile of the pillow harder between your fingers, thighs twitching with electricity and arousal.
„I'm coming, fuck, I'm-"
„Getting off on pain, hm? Knew you had it in you.“
Tomura licks his smirking lips as he looks down on you, his nail still scratching into your skin.
While your whines get louder and more trembling, he snaps his hips a little harder against yours, digs his nail deeper into your flesh and finishes the second line on your stomach.
Your gazes connect, your tear filled eyes giving him a begging look to release you and give you what you need and crave so badly.
But there is something else he wants to hear from you, one last thing needed to satisfy him.
„Who do you belong to?“
His voice is so deep and demanding, the sound alone sends shivers down your spine, teasing the fizzling bundle of energy in your lower body.
It's obvious how hard it is for you to think, to even process his question and prepare an answer, a single tear streaming down your face when you manage to rise your trembling voice.
„I'm yours. Only yours, Tomura.“
His breath goes heavier after hearing you, the words filling him with satisfaction. One of your arms raises towards his shoulder, trying to find a hold at his body.
„Oh, fuck yes“ he breathes out, leaning in closer towards you, still grabbing your neck while he picks up the pace of his thrusts once more, loud sounds of skin hitting skin echoing through the room.
„I fucking own you. No one else can give you this, no one else can make you feel like this. You know that, right?“
You quickly nod, a sob leaking your throat.
Tomura leans his nose against yours, the gentle touch a heavy contrast to the heavy thrusts still hitting your hips.
„I'm gonna let you come now. Aren't you thankful for that? Hm?“
Another tear runs down your cheek when you raise both arms to wrap them around his neck, quickly nodding again, flickering, fucked out eyes looking up at him.
„Yes, yes I am. I'm feeling so good because of you.“
Your whimpering turns into a loud moan, back arching off the bed when he places his thumb right against your clit, sending new shivers down your spine when he starts to move his finger in trained circles.
With more whines and sobs, begging and uncoherent words leaking your lips, you look into his red eyes, feel the world sway around you while the way he rubs your inner walls and hits your cervix brings you higher and higher.
The nails of your fingers dig into his back, try to hold onto him when you feel white flickers and noises filling out your entire body, a little yell leaving you as you come around him, your body spasming against his, thighs trembling beneath him.
More tears spill from your eyes, your body shivering and trying to hold onto him, one hand trailing into his white hair, the softness of the strands soothing you the slightest bit.
His thrusts never stop, keep their harsh, fast pace, his moans getting louder as he looks down onto your ecstatic expression.
„Fuck, you're taking me so well, clenching so fucking hard around me.“
His curses make new heat rise inside of you, your arousal a seemingly never ending circle.
A displeased whine leaves your lips when he pulls back from you and brings some distance between both of you, his eyes gazing down to the spot where your bodies are connected.
A smirk spreads on his lips as he looks down onto your stomach and the mark he left there.
Following his gaze, you look down to your stomach, whimpering a little as you see the 'T' he scratched into the skin.
You see the way the skin on your lower body slightly heaves each time he pushes into you, feeling hypnotized by the sight.
„Would love to pull out and come on your stomach, darling, but I can't risk you getting an infection in your sweet new mark, can't I?“
His words are carried by a sarcastic, almost mocking tone, but still, you hear the familiar trembling in it, the tensed and excited tone he speaks with when he's about to come.
With a new, little shimper, you look up, right into his eyes and the dark red inside of them, the smirk on his lips making your insides burn with arousal.
You don't complain, don't object, only whine at his thrusts, his eyes, his voice, everything of him, until his hand harshly grabs your hip and holds you in place while he pushes his lips against yours, desperately kissing you with a deep groan, his thighs trembling and twitching when he comes inside of you.
cw: praise kink, light degradation, choking, slapping, established relationship, love confessions and stuff, afab reader
18+ content - MDNI
Validation is something Zack never got in his life. And when he tasted it for the first time, he became addicted.
The feeling, the sound of being praised feels like a god damn drug to him, better than hunting, better than his knife between his fingers, better than killing.
Nothing feels better than being told how good he is at what he's doing. That no one can ever be above him.
It overshadows the voice in the back of his head that whispers to him how false that is, that it's simple make believe, the only lie he dares to love.
Because it's your lie, your voice that tells him how good he feels, that you love what he's doing to you, love how he makes you feel. When you say it, it almost makes him believe that he is worth something.
You whine and moan as he buries himself inside of you over and over again, fast and hard enough that he's sure it must hurt at some point.
But you don't tell him to stop, don't look like you need a break.
So he continues, gets more rough when he wraps his hand around your neck and thrusts himself as deep as possible into you, watches your eyes roll back.
He gets drunk off the sight, but seeing how good you feel because of him isn't enough. He craves your voice, wants to hear your beautiful lies, needs words of confirmation.
“You like being fucked like this, huh? Love it how deep I can fuck myself into your little cunt?”
His voice is hoarse and gasping, his eyes clouded with lust as he looks down at you, feels you swallow beneath the grip of his fingers, his lower body fluttering at the way your body sucks him in.
“Yes, fuck- it feels so good- you feel so good inside of me.”
Your words make him hiss, turn him on even more and without really realizing it, he squeezes your neck harder, almost takes your air to breathe.
The urge to destroy you waves through him, to end you first before he himself crumbles to helpless pieces beneath your gaze.
Because you have so much power over him that the simplest look, the faintest scent and sound is enough to make his knees go weak.
With a desperate groan, he changes a bit of his angle, puts your legs against his shoulders and leans forward to get closer to your face, never slowing his pace as he folds you in half.
The new angle makes him slide even deeper into you and you yell out his name, helpless, breathless moans leaving your lips.
He loves how you say his name. You saying it almost makes him like it, almost makes him like a part about himself.
While he leans his nose against yours, his fingers still around your neck, heat collecting between your bodies, he almost loses himself in your eyes, loses himself in their tears and the wide, obedient look they give him.
God, he is so in love. With you, with your eyes, your body, the feeling you give him.
And he wants to hear you say how much you love him back.
“You love my cock, right? Tell me how much you love it to be fucked by my cock, little bitch.”
You part your lips to answer, to give him exactly what he wants, but when he gives your neck another desperate squeeze, you just manage to gasp.
Before you're able to answer, his hand is gone from your neck and lightly hits your cheek, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to leave a stinging feeling that goes straight to your lower body, makes it boil even more than before.
A satisfied moan leaves your mouth and you have to bite your lower lip to suppress the happy grin that dares to form on your lips.
His hand is back around your throat, squeezing harder than before.
“Say it, fucking say it” he hisses against your lips again, a shadow hanging over his already dark gaze.
Oh, how happy you are to give him what he wants.
“I love your cock so much, Zack. It's so good.”
You think to sense the shiver of pleasure that's running down his spine, the way he bites his lip and looks down at you with nothing but pure, helpless lust written in his eyes is enough proof of it.
While he licks through the corner of his mouth, he pulls back a bit slower than before, slowing his pace a little, while his movements keep their harsh and deep kind.
He immediately sees the effect of his thrusts when you let out a loud whine and rise your hands to find a hold at his shoulders, nails digging through the bandages right into his skin.
“Shit, you're so deep inside of me-”
You want to lean forward to push a kiss against his lips, but before you are able to, he pulls back, hand still wrapped around your throat, his weight resting on his knees and his thrusts unwavering as he suddenly allows his other hand to hover over your clit.
When he starts massaging your centre, your back arches off the bed, a loud, surprised moan coming from your throat.
You wrap your fingers around his hand between your legs, give him a begging gaze to wait, uncertain if you crave a relieving end or more of his deep, filling thrusts.
“Wait- I'm coming- Zack-”
Instead of waiting or slowing, the pressure of Zack's finger only increases and the trained circles he draws over the sensitive spot send you to heaven, make you throw your head back.
“Yes, go ahead, come on my cock like the little bitch you are” he breathes out with a shaky voice, fingers trembling around your throat and squeezing a little harder to send you over the edge.
It's all he has to do to make you come undone with a loud whine and while you grab his hand to stop the overstimulation, the fingers of your other hand once more dig into his skin, rip off a part of the bandages, make it hang loose around his arm where it reveals the burned skin beneath.
Even though your eyes plead him to slow down or give you a break, he decides against it, picks up his pace again and leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess.
His mess. The result of him, his touch, his love.
The thought almost makes him come and with a frustrated growl, his fingers grab your throat a little harder again, push you back into the mattress while he leans forward to rest the tip of his nose against yours.
“I love you, fuck, I really love you. You do too, don't you? You love me, right?”
His words are nothing more than a brabbled mess in a cloud of pleasure, almost too many for you to really understand in your high, euphoric state.
Your mind is nothing but starry ecstasy embedded in cozy fog, but you manage to get the words out because you know how much he wants to hear them, how much he deserves to hear them.
Because he's everything to you and you hate how he doubts that sometimes.
You nod quickly, tears in your eyes as you look up at him.
“I love you, I love you so much, Zack.”
No matter how much the words would gross him out usually, it's different with you. Coming from you, it's the most wonderful thing he has ever heard, the thing that heals the deep wound inside of him that he never knew how to soothe before meeting you.
Your words kill him, in a soft, beautiful way and he feels his heart skip a beat, feels warmth seeping through his chest.
His breath is heavy against your lips as he loosens his hand from your throat and rests his weight on one arm next to your body, while he places the other one on your hip, holds you in place as he thrusts into you for the last few times.
“You're so warm. So fucking warm and soft for me, so good, only for me-”
He interrupts himself with a desperate moan, his hips pushing against yours in an almost painful way.
No matter how deeply he moves into you, he craves to crash more of both your limits, eventually becomes frustrated because no words, no touch or action could really show how much he loves, craves, worships you.
“You're mine, only mine, fuck-”
His words get lost in a loud groan, one he barely has enough breath for and his hips twitch against yours as his nails dig into your skin, hold you in place as he comes inside of you, paints your insides white like he wants to leave a mark of himself there forever, to leave an undeniable reminder of his love.
His body trembles and shivers beneath exhaustion and relief and at some point, you ignore the heat between the two of you to put your arms around his neck, enjoy his scent and warmth as he gently leans his head against your shoulder.
“I'm all yours, Zack, All yours” you mumble into his ear, feel him shiver in excitement beneath your lips.
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