#captain yami

[maxessence]

My main problem with character x reader, is that I don't want to be a part of it.

I'm the third wheel that will not partake, just watching from afar, in love with their love.

[syles-off-duty]

Secretary

Yami Sukehiro x f!reader

Cw: nsfw, oral (reader receiving), orgasm control

The scratching of your quill was the only familiar sound in the cramped alcove of the Black Bulls’ headquarters, yet the familiar rhythm did little to ease the erratic thumping of your heart.

You were drowning in a sea of parchment that included reimbursement forms for pulverized stone, invoices for countless magical repairs, and a particularly scathing letter from the Magic Parliament.

Ugh. These Black Bulls.

​The stress had reached a fever pitch minutes ago when, in a fit of shaky-handed abrupt frustration, you’d knocked over the heavy crystal inkwell. The dark fluid had blossomed across the desk like an ebony bloodstain, soaking into the front of your thin white blouse.

Now, the fabric clung to every full, heavy curve of your chest, nipples perked and shamelessly outlined by the indigo-stained silk.

Lovely. What's better than being stressed and damp.

The real joke was you didn't have time to change... pft, you barely had time to breathe.

The air started to feel heavy then, saturated with the smell of old dust and the faint, metallic tang of the squad’s lingering mana.

Your vision was starting to blur at the edges, numbers swimming around the page, when all of a sudden, the floorboards in front of you groaned and sank inwards.

A shadow swallowed your desk completely snuffing out the flickering candlelight and replacing the scent of old paper with the sharp, musk-heavy aroma of cheap tobacco and sun-warmed leather.

You didn't even have to look up to feel the oppressive gravity of Captain Yami.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stood there filling the entryway, cigarette cherry glowing dull orange in the gloom like a tiny ember of hell. Smoke curled lazily upward, almost taunting.

“Yer' still at it,” he finally said, voice rolling out low and thick with sarcasm. “Sunrise to now. You look like someone fucked your entire week and forgot the lube.”

You didn’t look up. Kept scratching.

“Someone did. That someone is currently blocking my light and smelling like an ashtray had sex with a saddle. If I don’t make these numbers behave, Julius is going to hang my head in the royal gallery next to your wanted poster. With a little plaque that says ‘Here lies the woman who tried to teach Yami Sukehiro fiscal responsibility.’”

He snorted; a thick plume of grey smoke drifted over your shoulder and curled around your neck like a languid noose. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that the heat radiating off his frame pressed against you like an open furnace door. His cape was hanging open, rippling pectorals rising slow and steady, the faint metallic clink of his belt buckle brushing the front of your desk like he was daring you to notice. He towered over the desk, placing one calloused palm down onto the wood before leaning in and over you.

“Julius wouldn’t care if you turned the whole kingdom into a gravel pit. He’d probably commission a statue of the crater and call it avant-garde. But you?” Another slow drag, the cherry flared as ash snowed down onto you work. “You’re rattling so hard I can hear your damn heartbeat from the hallway. It’s annoying as fuck. I came in here for a quiet smoke and instead I get a front-row seat to your private meltdown.”

You finally snapped your head up, hair whipping across his scarred arm like a challenge.

“Oh I’m so fucking sorry, Your Majesty of Brooding. Is my very important attempt to keep this squad from financial ruin interrupting your sacred ‘lean against the wall and look mysterious’ routine? Should I pencil my nervous breakdowns in after your third pack of the day, or do you want me to just scream into a pillow so it doesn’t bruise your delicate ears?”

His grin unfurled around the cigarette sharp as hell, all teeth and smoke.

“There she is. Knew that razor mouth was still kicking under all the prim little spreadsheets. Keep talkin' like that and I might actually start enjoying your company, rabbit.”

You shoved the chair back hard—fuck this, fuck him, fuck the whole goddamn national debt—but with one quick sidestep his hand slammed down on the armrest with enough force that the wood let out a sharp, protesting creak.

You were pinned.

Chest heaving against the ink-soaked blouse.

“Sit. Your. Fine. Ass. Down.”

The words landed heavy. You glared up at him with your pulse hammering visibly in your throat, and he just leaned in until his face eclipsed everything else. Dark eyes tracking the frantic flutter at the base of your neck, the slight sheen of sweat forming on your chest, the way your soft lips parted on a half-formed curse.

“You’re wound so tight I’m surprised your ribs haven’t cracked yet,” he murmured as he dropped his voice into that throaty, gravel-deep register that always made your thighs clench. “If I let you keep going you’re gonna pop something important and bleed all over my already disgusting reports, and I’m not in the mood to play coroner today. So we’re handling this my way.”

Before you could spit another barb he grabbed the chair arms and yanked hard, dragging you and the whole chair forward until your knees slammed into his thighs and your ass was almost fully off the chair.

He kicked a low stool over with the toe of his boot, dropped onto it so hard the legs groaned in surrender, then forced your legs apart in one smooth movement with his own massive ones.

Rough trousers scraped the sensitive insides of your thighs as your skirt rode up in slow, inevitable defeat.

“Captain, if you think for one second—”

“Shut that pretty, filthy mouth for once.” One huge hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to meet his unblinking eyes.

“You need to surpass your goddamn limits, rabbit. But you fight with ink instead of magic, so we’re burning all that frantic energy out slow... Real slow.”

The way he smiled after that should've been fucking illegal.

He hooked both massive hands under your thighs, letting his fingers sink deep into plush, generous flesh, engulfing you with deliberate care—then hauled you upwards inch by inch until your soaked cunt hovered right at the level of his mouth. The drenched lace of your panties clung transparently to the swollen folds; and no, of course, he didn’t rip them off you.

The brute peeled them off with torturous patience, first pulling them up taut, then sliding them down, but not before letting the soaked fabric drag over your clit in a slow, slick glide that made your hips jerk and a traitorous hiss escape between your teeth.

He paused above you, hot breath ghosting over your exposed sex in rhythmic exhales. He closed his eyes, and savored it for what felt like hours.

In the end, the first real touch wasn’t even his tongue. It was just the barest brush of his stubble against the crease of your inner thigh.

You sucked in a breath and he felt it, felt the way your muscles tensed under his palms.

“Look at you,” he mumbled against your skin, husky voice vibrating through every nerve. “Talkin' all that big shit, n'you’re already tremblin' just from my face being close. Pathetic.”

You laughed low and edged with pure defiance. “Says the man who dropped to his knees faster than a rookie knight at knighthood ceremony. Who’s pathetic now, Cap'n? The guy who gets rock-hard at the smell of stressed-out pussy, or the girl who’s about to make you work for every moan?”

His eyes flashed, pleased this time.

“Keep running that mouth, smartass. I’ve got all night.”

Then he leaned in slow—agonizingly slow, and finally touched down.

At first it was just the flat, scorching width of his tongue pressing against your entrance in one long, unhurried drag upward.

That single, heavy stroke parted your folds and collected every drop of arousal on the way, ending with the most perfect, barely-there pressure against your clit before retreating.

It was perfect. And you had to hold yourself back from moaning out loud.

This big bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn't stop your hips twitching forward instinctively, but he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wanted you. He grinned as he exhaled, catching your gaze before he leaned back down and took you in his mouth again. Even slower. The second pass took forever. He flattened his tongue and dragged it up again, letting you feel every budded ridge, every deliberate press. When he reached your clit he stayed there this time, resting the broad heat of the thick muscle against it, this time letting the warmth seep in until the curve of your belly started to quiver and your breath came in quiet pants.

“You’re shakin' already,” he purred, lips brushing and kissing your slick folds as he spoke. “Haven’t even really started and your greedy little cunt’s already clenching like it’s trying to pull me in. Tell me again how I’m the pathetic one?”

You gripped the arms of the chair so hard your knuckles cracked.

“Fuck you,” you breathed, but it came out more moan than curse. “You’re enjoying this too much, you sadistic bastard.”

“Damn right I am, rabbit.” Another long, lackadaisical lick from bottom to top, ending with the faintest swirl around your clit.

“Watchin' you fall apart slow is better than any cigarette.”

The man took his time, like he did with everything else.

His tongue worked in long, swirling laps that covered every inch of your heat kissed skin. Tracing the outer lips first, then dipping just inside your entrance to taste deeper, then retreating to circle your clit with pressure that never quite gave you what you needed.

Every time your hips tried to chase his mouth he pulled back just enough to make you whine, then rewarded the sound with another slow drag of his tongue.

Minutes passed like pure, drawn-out torment. The wet sounds filled the cramped alcove and your mind followed suit. All you could hear was the slick glide of his tongue, and the low rumble in his throat when you cursed him, and now, your own ragged breathing and half-muffled pleas you refused to fully voice joined the fray.

The sensation was endless. His stubble scraped the tender skin of your inner thighs with every pass, leaving faint marks that burned sweetly. His hands never loosened either. His thumbs pressed deep dimples into your flesh, holding you spread and vulnerable.

When he finally focused on your clit, it was merciless in its patience. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips gentle at first, just enough suction to make your toes curl, then released it with a soft, wet pop.

Again.

And again. Each time a little firmer, a little longer, until your knees were trembling uncontrollably and your curses had turned into broken, breathless laughs.

“Still think you can out-talk me?” he murmured against you, voice wrecked and smug. “Or you ready to admit you need this as bad as I want to give it?”

You glared down at him chest heaving, blouse askew.

“Make me cum so hard I forget how to count coins, you overgrown smoke stack. Then we’ll talk about w-who needs who.”

He growled into your folds and the grip on your thighs turned punishing fast as his fingers dug in harder until the ache bloomed into something almost sweet. He quickly anchored you a little higher, hips canted exactly where he wanted while his shoulders rolled forward, spreading you wider against the chair. The weak candlelight caught the sheen already coating his chin and the dark stubble framing his mouth; his pupils were blown so wide the irises had vanished, leaving only hungry black staring up at you.

“Challenge accepted, rabbit.”

And then he shifted tactics entirely.

First came the heat of his open mouth sealing over your entire fucking cunt and enveloping you fully. His lips were pressed firm against your outer folds, the faint suction of his breathing pulled your swollen lips inward in tiny pulses. You felt the soft inner skin flutter towards the roof of his mouth, then the slow drag of his tongue finding its place and resting just beneath your entrance, letting your own arousal drip onto it in slow beads.

He hummed once, deep and satisfied, and the vibration rolled straight through your spine, making your walls clench hard enough to force another trickle down onto his tongue. He swallowed it deliberately, the motion of his throat visible even from your angle, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took you in like fine liquor.

Then he tilted his head—just enough.

The bridge of his nose settled against your clit and pressed while his tongue finally moved, but not in long licks. Instead he curled it upward against your entrance, each curl stretching and pressing you open a fraction more, letting you feel the thick muscle flex and retreat, flex and retreat, never fully withdrawing. The rhythm was hypnotic: press, hold, release, press, hold, release. Paired with the constant grind of his nose against your clit, it built a deep, deep pressure that radiated. Everywhere.

Your breathing fractured. Sweat slid down the valley between your breasts, basically re-soaking the ruined blouse until the fabric turned nearly transparent. The chair groaned beneath you every time your hips rolled; the wood was slick now from where your arousal had dripped past his mouth and pooled beneath you.

He reveled in it.

One scarred hand slid up the outside of your thigh, over the soft swell of your hip, then higher—cupping the heavy underside of one breast through the wet cloth. His thumb brushed once across your nipple, so delicately, then pinched just hard enough to make your back arch and your cunt flutter around the slow curl of his tongue still fucking its way inside you.

“These are fucking obscene,” he growled against you, voice muffled. “Been thinkin' about getting my teeth on 'em since you started snapping at me 'bout budgets.” He rolled the peak between thumb and forefinger, lazy circles that matched the lazy rolls of his tongue, then dragged his palm down again, returning to grip your ass and lift you higher against his face.

The new angle changed everything.

His nose ground even harder against your clit now with constant pressure while his tongue stayed buried, curling against the front wall over and over and over again.

Your thighs started to shake in earnest. The muscles burned from being held so wide, your calves cramped as your heels dug into the flexing muscles of his back. Every inhale dragged your chest against the damp blouse, scraping your nipples raw with friction. The alcove smelled overwhelmingly of your sweet-salty arousal, the faint iron of your own sweat, and the lingering smoke that clung to his hair even now.

With the most devious grin known to man he pulled his tongue out of your drooling cunt, inch by torturous inch, letting you feel every ridge and subtle flex until only the tip remained. Then he replaced it with two thick fingers without any warning.

His knuckles dragged along your walls as he pushed inside, curling upward to hook against that swollen spot while his thumb took over the pressure on your clit. He didn’t pump them yet. He simply held them deep, flexing them in the same rolling rhythm his tongue had used—press, hold, release, repeat—while his thumb circled in slow, firm sweeps that matched the tempo exactly.

Your head fell back against the chair just as a broken moan tore out of you, finally unfiltered.

And he watched your face the entire fucking time, eyes never leaving yours, even as he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue once more over your clit in a single, devastatingly slow pass, tasting the fresh gush that followed the stretch of his fingers. Then he sealed his lips around the bud again, gentle suction this time, while his fingers kept that slow curl up inside you.

The combination was unbearable.

Your body locked, every muscle going rigid at once. Your thighs clamped around his head so hard he groaned in approval; your fingers knotted in his hair and yanked until strands pulled free. The orgasm built like a slow-rising tide rather than a sudden crash, starting deep in your core, spreading outward in heavy, pulsing waves that made your toes curl and your vision start to tunnel.

He didn’t speed up even then.

But he felt the exact moment you teetered right on the razor’s edge.

And he pulled back.

Fingers still buried but frozen. Thumb lifted away. Lips parted just enough for cool air to kiss your throbbing clit.

You snarled through gritted teeth, voice cracking. “You… you fucking prick. I was right there. Don’t you dare stop now. You’re having way too much fun with this, aren’t you? Making me shake like some pathetic mess while you just sit there looking smug.”

His eyes darkened with delight. He loved the bite in your voice.

“Smug because you look s'good when you’re pissed n' dripping,” he growled against your folds. “Keep going. Tell me how much you hate it. I wanna hear it.”

You were trembling so hard your voice came out uneven. “Y-you keep getting me so close and then backing off… it’s driving me fucking crazy… I hate this… h-ate how you can just hold me right here…”

He groaned low and animal, the sound reaching straight into your ears. Then he finally gave in.

His fingers curled hard against that perfect fleshy spot. His thumb pressed down on your clit with firm, relentless circles while his mouth sealed over it all, sucking with ruthless pressure. His tongue flicked quick and merciless right where you needed it.

You broke with a ragged cry.

“F-fuck—yes—y-you bastard—shit—”

The orgasm slammed into you like a breaking wave. Your back arched violently, heels kicking into his back as thick pleasure crashed through you again and again. Your voice splintered into breathless, furious sounds between gasps.

“You smug asshole… f-uck—yes—”

He didn’t let up. He rode every wave with you, sucking deeper, fingers flexing in time with your stuttering curses, thumb grinding tight circles under his tongue that dragged the climax out longer and meaner. A second, sharper crest hit right behind the first, ripping another broken shout from your throat.

“Y-you love this… don’t you… getting off on me while I curse you out—fuck—Yami–!” you sqealed.

His groan vibrated through you like thunder. His grip turned bruising, possessive. Every gasping insult seemed to spur him on, like your anger was exactly what he wanted.

The aftershocks kept rolling through you — again. And again, sharp little jolts that made your hips twitch and your voice crack into shambles.

“You’re… too much… you bastard… h-how can just do this to me…”

Only then did he finally ease off, fingers slipping free with a wet sound, lips placing one last slow kiss against your oversensitive clit that made you sigh and curse again.

He lifted his head, resting his forehead against your quivering thigh, breathing hard. His chin and throat glistened. His eyes, still dark and feral, locked on yours with raw satisfaction.

“Goddamn, rabbit,” he rasped, voice thick and husky. “You cum cursing me out and it’s the hottest thing I’ve heard in years. That fire while you’re shaking apart? Fuck. I want more of it. All of it.”

You laughed hoarsely, glaring down at him with glassy, fire-filled eyes.

“You’re a monster,” you panted. “A smug, infuriating monster."

His grin was slow, and dangerous.

“Forget how to count coins yet?”

You laughed, triumphantly.

“Almost.” You licked your dry lips, eyes half-lidded. “But I’m a thorough woman. You’ll have to run the numbers again. And again. Until the ledger’s completely blank.”

His fingers curled into your waistline, nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he pressed closer, the heat of his breath a live wire against your skin.

“Round two it is, then.”

He leaned forward, breath already ghosting hot over your oversensitive core once more.

“Hold on tight, rabbit. We’re just getting started.”

[gamblersdoll]

“fu—fuck! baby—!”

“stop touchin’ me. otherwise ill fuck that ass of yours too.” he threatened, hair wrapped around his hand and tugging as he moved your body back and forth on his thicker cock, thicker cock youve ever even taken.

“pleaaase baby! oh god— im so sorry!” you babble, hands still tapping on the v-line of his groin. he slaps your hand away again, growing agitated and spitting on your puckered hole, spreading it with his thumb and pushing it inside.

“told you to stop touchin’.” he growled, keeping his thumb inside the entrance of your ass and thrusting his body weight into each plow behind you.

“—my god, daddy, im sorry!” you cried tears of ecstasy and eyes rolled back, curled toes. he pushes your head into the bundle of pillows and chuckles. a ‘mhmm?’ coming from his throat.

he puts out his cigarette on the ash tray next to the bed, landing a harsh slap on your ass and nodding. “yeah, i bet you fuckin’ are. ‘yer fuckin’ hardheaded.”

you screw your eyes shut, tears dribbling down your cheeks and into your mouth as he started hitting that one foreign spot in your walls that can make you flood him in any second. “ohmygod, yami! yamii!”

“just like that, see? youre starting to listen better.” he coos, hands gripping at the fat of your ass and he grips your hips.

“better question is: can you take it in that pretty ass of yours?”

[hesthermay]

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄!

PAIRING: yami sukehiro x f!reader

SUMMARY: just as the new recruits start to settle in, the highest ranking magic knight returns from her mission. whispers of something, a change on the horizon, litter the outskirts of the country where the wizard king won't even send a captain and it is up to her to lead her knights through the conflicts to come.

WORD COUNT: 1.5K

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, kinda angsty, cannon typical violence. pre-established relationship, use of she/her, use of y/n. y/n cracked as hell tbh. follows black clover anime timeline

NOTES: another one please and thank you. k bye

BLACK CLOVER MASTERLIST Y. SUKEHIRO PT. I

It was hardly ever quiet in the home the Black Bulls use as their base, but today the noise level was lower than usual. Some were in their rooms, others loitered around the main room but kept their antics at a minimum. Vanessa was in her usual state, multiple empty bottles surrounding her as she lounged; Luck and Magma were throwing spells at one another, but for the most part they were contained to their area and they hadn’t grown too competitive yet; Asta was doing pushups while Noelle nagged him about something or another, Grey sitting in the background silently. 

Yami, who sat in his usual spot on the couch smoking a cigarette and reading the paper, couldn’t really complain–though he did find it suspicious. If this were to be the calm before a storm, what was to come? 

Could it be her?

He knew she was coming, the Wizard King had announced it during the meeting yesterday; he just didn’t know when. He hadn’t been told where she was going or how long she would be gone before she left for the latest mission, and three months later this was the first update he had received. Though he had to hide it, which was nothing new to him, he was excited to see his wife after so long. She had been a part of his life for many years and yet the thought of her still struck a chord in his heart, fondness ringing throughout his body. 

The captain’s reminiscing of his wife was interrupted by a knock at the door. It had grabbed the attention of Noelle and Asta, but everyone else moved as if they hadn’t heard it. This was rare, nobody visited the outcasts of the Magic Knights, their popularity ranked at the bottom of the list. One would have to be mad to simply walk up and knock on their door unannounced…and yet, when no one moved to answer, there came another knock. It was louder, more demanding this time, and it caught everyone's attention. 

All heads turned toward the front of the base, yet they remained frozen still. “Who could that be?” Noelle questioned softly, wide eyes locked on the door. 

“Someone who doesn’t know what’s coming if they bang on our doors one more time,” Magma answered, pushing his sleeves up as he pushed past Luck. His steps are determined and confident, fiery temper already flared; and almost as if they heard him, another sequence of bangs echoed around the room. 

Magma Swing exploded. 

The young man, though always intense and a bit unhinged, had clearly crossed the line of normal to something else–anger? No, this wasn’t Magma angry, this was a display of his fury. 

It was just a knock on the door, Yami thought to himself, scoffing internally as he brought his cigarette up to his lips. Nevertheless, Magma screamed as he burst through the doors lit up in flames, fist held up as he stomped out. “Do you know whose door you’re knocking on, idiot? Do you have a death wish?!” 

The others slowly inched towards the doorway, but are stopped in their tracks as a beam of light shoots at Magma and blasts him out of view. It happened so quickly, and it was so bright, that one beat…two beats…three beats passed before Asta finally came back to himself and broke the silence. “What was that?!” he screamed, worry and fear showering over him as his eyes took in the equally shocked and worried faces of his teammates. 

“Is that…?” Noelle whispered to herself, brows squinted but eyes still wide. Before he can question her, Luck gasps and runs past them. 

“Luck–!” Asta shouted, attempting to stop him but unable to do so. The blonde haired boy darted through the open doors, already covered in lightning as he looked around for their attacker. His thirst for combat had taken control yet again; thus marking his outcome of this test. 

“Honey!” They all heard a woman’s voice call out from beyond the walls of the base, drawing the word out as if to taunt them. “I’m home!” They watched as Luck turned his head, watched as he spotted her and his smile widened, and watched as she shot another beam of light at him before he could even finish casting his spell. 

Thankfully, Luck was quick. He just barely managed to dodge, missing the brunt of the force of her attack. 

“What the hell is happening?!” Asta screamed again, more desperation in his voice than before. His eyes darted to his captain, his leader, hoping for some guidance in this situation. The boy almost had hope when he saw how calm Yami was in this otherwise very alarming situation. 

“You’re about to get beat up, idiot.”

The members who were in their rooms finally trickled into the main room, the commotion outside shaking the building they were in. 

“Was that what I think it was?” Finral questioned frantically, looking back and forth between Yami and Vanessa, who had sobered up quite a bit after realizing just who was outside. In the wake of seeing those familiar beams of light and hearing that voice, she scrambled to put her clothes back on and ready her grimoire. 

Seeing her grow so serious had Finral and Charmy following her lead, and it wasn’t even a moment later that they heard Magma and Luck yell from outside. All eyes were on the entryway, and for a moment it felt as if time was frozen, as if everything outside of the base went still. 

They all jumped as a hand popped into view, white knuckling the doorframe as its owner, a woman with long wavy hair and fancy robes, creeped into view. Her power was so strong and potent they could see it around her, glowing so brightly, and her eyes almost had a look of insanity in them.

“Don’t tell me this is how you defend your base?” Her voice was smooth and familial, as if she was comfortable speaking to them. As if she knew them. 

Noelle gasped, eyes widening. “Y/N…?” She whispered to herself, and Asta looked over at her. The expression on her face was enough to send him into action, his body acting before he could tell it to. His grimoire appeared beside him, opening and granting him access to his sword. 

“And who are you?” The woman questioned, charging up her mana even more, glowing even brighter. 

Asta took a deep breath, readying himself and adjusting his grip on the weapon. His heart pounded in his chest, but his resolve was steely and no one could take that from him. “My name is Asta,” he answered lowly, though he grew louder and louder with each word. “And I’m going to be the Wizard King one day!” 

She only hummed in response. Her arm raised, fingers pointed at him as before she shot a beam of light at him, her signature laser. The spell was cast wordlessly, and the laser moved faster than the average person could process, but to her surprise, the boy cut through it with his sword.

He had cut through it?

The tip of his sword had pierced through the concentrated beam of light she had shot at him, and it had nullified the magic as it existed. She had never seen anything like it. 

“Oh?” She perked up, eyes widening slightly. “That was interesting,” her pretty face turned into a grin, though she sort of reminded him of Luck at the moment. “Do that again…” she commanded, going into a fighting stance without taking her sights off of him, a crazed look on her face. “...Asta.”

Yami’s cigarette had long since been forgotten as he watched this sneak attack take place. Part of him felt bad, but they knew this would be coming eventually. They just never knew when she was coming.

Though, despite that, he couldn’t help but be quietly in awe of his wife. She had always been strong, and her light had always been bright; yet he was never not amazed at her raw power when he saw her in action. 

He had to squint as her mana shrouded her in a warm glow so bright it was almost blinding as she shot forward, the ground crumbling where her boots pushed off of; she moved so fast Asta didn’t even have time to react before she grabbed him and flung him backwards. He went flying through the open doorway, taking some of the wall with him on his way out, and she followed him just as quickly, not done with him yet. 

The remaining members of the squad stood there frozen, minds still processing what had just happened, before they slowly turned their heads towards their captain, blinking at him wordlessly. 

“What’re you looking at me for?” He grinned, shaking his head at the poor fools. “You know what to do.”

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[mothlover69]

Okay. Going stargazing with Yami and he's telling you all about the constellations. You're like "wow how do you know so much about this?" To which he responds "i don't, i made all that shit up"

[solariawhispers]

Kinktober day 10: Sweat with Yami Sukehiro

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plot: Captain Yami appreciates a woman who trains hard and plays hard.

cw: established relationship, cunnilingus, mating press, not readproof, long ass text

a/n: yeah I know it's almost day 15, i experienced a hell of a block but bear with me fairies, I'll keep going!!

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It was a training day at the Black Bulls. You always practiced hard not only with your magic, but with your physical combat as well. You were focused on your fight with Asta, who didn't go easy on you just because you were the captain's girl. The kid was strong as hell, and you were tired.

"Enough for today, kid." Yami's voice was close, and you turned around to see him talking to Asta. The boy smiled and ran to talk to someone else, leaving you and Yami alone.

"Hey babe," You smiled at him, recovering your breath. Yami looked at you from the bottom to the top, puffing his cigarette. He lived for the way you only used sweet names to call him, it felt like falling in love with you all over again.

You were sweaty, your hair was a mess. But Yami looked at you with that look.

He wasted no time, taking your hand and leading the way. As you passed Finral, Yami snapped his fingers and just said 'bedroom', and you both crossed the portal.

Yami instantly grabbed you for a kiss, and it was clear that he needed you. You giggled against his lips, gently pushing him away.

"Just let me bathe first, and I'll be all yours." You whispered, giving his lips a final peck as a parting gift.

Yami sighed, shaking his head. He could be big and intimidating, but when it comes to you, Yami is quite needy.

"Tsk, there's no need for that." He huffed, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Need you right now."

He pulled you closer, pressing himself against you as he kissed you again, with more urgency this time. It was hard to resist Yami, specially when he was so needy like this.

His kisses became hungrier and more greedy, leaving your lips to devour your neck. Yami shamelessly licked your sweaty skin, humming quietly against it. He was an unhinged animal and you loved it.

His hand squeezed your breast, making you hiss softly at his touch. You quickly removed your shirt, Yami tried to unhook your bra but he always had trouble with it.

"Damn stupid thing, getting in the way." He grunted in frustration, earning a giggle from you. You unhooked the bra easily, and Yami gave each of your nipples a playful bite before sucking on them with need, making you moan quietly at how good he made you feel.

Yami let go of your tits to get down on his knees, his hands pulling your pants down rapidly. On the other hand, he took his time removing your underwear, caring to inhale your scent from the fabric before putting it in his pocket.

God, he was a freak.

He gave your clit a soft greeting kiss and a gentle lick before putting your legs on his shoulders, getting up with his mouth full of pussy. You gasped loudly, trying to find something to grab for balance.

"Yami!" You squealed, trying not to hit your head on the ceiling.

His grey eyes were on you, and Yami ate your pussy with desperation, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin. He had his hands on your ass, kneading and occasionally slapping your flesh.

You whined, trembling at the way he sucked your clit. Yami was loud, producing the dirtiest munching noises while eating you out, his tongue ruthlessly lapping up. You felt your pussy clenching already, and Yami noticed it as well.

"Gonna cum on my face, baby?" He smirked, panting against your cunt. "That's what 'm talking 'bout, let me taste ya."

Yami looked so damn good between your thighs, and you couldn't help but hump his mouth, moaning his name while he groaned into your pussy, slurping your juices. His hands held you firmly in place when you lost balance, giving your ass a rough squeeze as a reward.

Before you would even calm down, your back was landing on his bed, Yami pushing your knees up to your shoulders. He took off his clothes in a hurry, his cock angrily thumping against your cunt.

Yami barely pushed just the tip inside when his eyes closed. "Shit baby, you're still clenching-" He moaned, fucking into you balls deep. Things were always intense with him, with Yami it was all or nothing; and it wasn't different when he fucked you.

You were now sweating more than when you were training, and Yami licked it off your forehead in a primal display of lust as he fucked you without restraints. "So fucking good, baby." He grunted, and you felt your climax building again; that delicious heat spreading through your pussy.

"You're gonna make me cum, Captain!" You mewled, knowing damn well that Yami's weakness was when you called him Captain during sex. Your words made him plow your pussy harder, the loud noises of skin slapping against skin were already too lewd, combined with his moans and yours.

"Fuck, don't say that." Yami gruffed, concentrating all his energy on holding himself back. It didn't help when you came on his cock, sucking him in while soaking him with your juices; your cries filling his room.

"Cum on my tits, Yami-" You panted, looking at your Captain with unbridled lust on your face. He gave you deeper thrusts, grunting and reveling in the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him.

Yami pulled out of your pussy hurriedly, aiming at your chest almost too late when his orgasm made him shake; his pulsating cock spilling all over your breasts. The sight of him stroking his dick and chasing his own climax was exquisite, almost doubling your satisfaction.

He collapsed next to you, absolutely spent. You slowly put your sore legs down, your thighs destroyed from the rough mating press that Yami had you in. Yami lit up a cigarette, an idiot smile on his face as he relaxed.

"You made quite a mess," You teased him, playfully kicking his leg. "Now I really need to bathe."

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[sweetsugarcakes]

Heya, this is my first time requesting anything but I really enjoyed your Hc's for luck, noelle and vanessa so I wanted to ask if you could maybe do the same thing with William, Fuegoleon and Yami?

No rush ofc, have a good day ❤️

hii ofc I can🫶

General relationship headcanons

Yami, William and Fuegoleon

Yami Sukehiro

🚬he definitely ruffles your hair all the time

🚬he loves annoying you. he would try to annoy you because he just likes getting you mad.

🚬he giving you forehead kisses when you or he comes back

🚬he’s a person who doesn’t care only when your upset or hurt.

🚬he’s also overprotective of you. If any just glances at you he’ll beat them

🚬he may not show it that much bud he truly loves you and wants to be with you

William Vengeance

🍃hes so gentle with you

🍃he will always kiss your hand whenever he sees you

🍃he brings you flowers every time theirs something special

🍃he always feels better whenever he’s with you. You seem to always know how to make him calm or happy.

🍃he love your hugs. When you hugs him he hugs back, he could stay for hours

🍃he fights strong for you, your the one that keeps him going.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

🔥he always wants you to be with him. To have an eye on you and to know your there for him

🔥 Mereoleona always asks to fight with you. She wants to see if your worthy of hee brother.

🔥he loves kissing you cheek and lips and sometimes your head

🔥he also gets possessive whoever tries to flirt with you. He’ll burn them alive.

🔥when he comes back from his work, he just want to be with you and only you after a long day

🔥he’s a cuddler for sure. He’s always warm so he loves feeling your body heat against his.

[chiwhorei]

꒰ঌ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ Dᴀᴅᴅʏ ໒꒱

╰┈➤ The real best icky!daddy, king of ddlg and master of the orgasm is one Yami Sukehiro i can promise you that.

╰┈➤ Tags: shortform, drabble, size, a dash o’ belly bulge, dummie/puppy/little girl/fuck doll, DDLG, diet-cest (aka not explicitly stated, but the vibes are there) Daddy!Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader

Daddy Yami is carrying you to his bed for a midday nap and sitting you on his cock to keep him warm. You’ll think he’s asleep and try so wriggle free but his big hands are grabbing you harshly by the ass to keep you still.

“Where do you think you’re going, little girl.” He chides with his eyes still closed, smoothing a palm over your hair once you’ve settled back into his chest.

Daddy let’s you take sips of his beer and pulls from his cigarette as long as you don’t inhale. He likes how you look with your cheeks puffed out and the glaze in your eye when you’re trying not to cough.

“Daddy’s girl” is not just a pet name, that is what you ARE. Only Daddy’s girl. Only Daddy’s little fuck doll. Only existing in and for the pleasure of Yami. He loves you too much, he doesn’t need you worrying about having any thoughts other than sucking on his fingers and getting bisected on his fat cock. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

You get so shy and incoherent when you’re fucked brainless. Daddy loves watching his stupid little cum puppy try to sit on his dick all by yourself, how needy your little pussy is to have Daddy deep enough you can feel it in your lungs.

“Slow down, baby, I know you think you can take it like a big girl, but you always end up cryin’ and tellin’ Daddy it hurts too much.”

Daddy’s right, of course, but in your delirious, fucked dumb state you just can’t help it. You crave the pain, the little bulge in your tummy and the way Daddy presses his big hand into your abdomen so he can feel how fucking deep his cock is.

And Daddy is whipped for you like softened butter, he’s going to fuck your slack body up and down on his cock.

He’s going to fuck an extra load in just because you’re being bratty, you are still his good girl, after all, and you deserve it. ꒰ঌᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ໒꒱

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