#anilysium nsfw collab

Prompt: “I can’t hold back anymore.”

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mild angst, explicit content, unprotected sex, skinny dipping, semi public space

A/N: Hello friends! Here is my NSFW collab piece for this month! Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.

Find the other Anilysium collab works here!

As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Argent light filters through the gaps in the trees, glittering off the surface of the small lake and providing just enough light to prevent me from tripping over a loose branch or worse my own feet. I let the sounds of the night flow over my skin like the water I longed to submerge myself in. This has been the hottest July on record, a fact that was proven by the sticky pull of my sundress where it was soaked with sweat along my back. Cooling down would wait, right now I had more urgent matters to attend to.

Crouching in the knee high grass at the edge of the treeline I waited. My breathing is controlled, my body still while I watch the little flickers of neon light as they dance beneath the moonlight. I’ve always loved fireflies, chasing them each summer for as long as I could remember. Even now as my final year of University has already reached its halfway point.

One of the little creatures flew closer, oblivious to my open hands as I waited to capture it. Temporarily at least. I could never bear to hurt something so innocent. Sucking in a deep breath I held the air in my lungs, anticipation building as the tiny light flickered ever closer, until finally it lit in the air above my palms. A grin split my lips as I moved, cupping my hands around the air where it flew.

“Still tormenting unknowing creatures, Y/N?”

A yelp left my lips, the air knocked from my lungs with the sound as I lost my balance and my ass hit the dirt. My hands fell to the ground beside me, a frustrated groan following as I watched the little firefly light his or her way in the other direction. Tilting my head back, I glared up at the smiling face above me, seething over the mischievous glint in Daichi’s dark eyes.

“Jerk.”

Daichi’s chuckle reverberates in the space around us, echoing in my very soul. I love the sound of his laughter almost as much as I love catching fireflies. The deep, rich tone stirring warmth in my belly. Feeling my cheeks flush, I avert my gaze back to the dancing bugs before us. Even if he can’t make out the reaction in the dark, I can’t bear to focus on the weight of his attention. My heart might beat its way out of my chest if I do.

The grass rustles behind me as Daichi moves to sit beside me, his broad shoulders bumping playfully into mine. The already stifling summer heat isn’t eased by the addition of his engulfing heat.

“Here, a peace offering.” He leans toward me, his large hands cupped as he extends them toward me. I lean closer, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against my breast in the motion. His hands part with perfect timing to reveal that intoxicating neon glow. The critter crawls from his palm to mine, searching for an escape. I watch for a moment, nearly too lost in the awe of the crawling bug to notice Daichi watching me, absorbing every bit of emotion that crosses my face.

Lifting my hand, I let the firefly go, watching dreamily as the little light flashes during the journey back to its friends. The world around me roars to life again, breaching my little bubble and filling the sounds of nature with raucous laughter. A quick glance over my shoulder reminds me of the celebration raging just beyond the treeline. Shadows dance around the space as my friends and classmates move around the bonfire, some dancing, some sneaking away as I did.

“Are you going back?” Daichi asks, his head tilted slightly as he continues to watch me. It feels like he’s searching for something. What that is, I’m unsure. Shaking my head I push to my feet, reaching a hand down to where he still sits.

“Swim with me.” The words are caught somewhere between a question, giving him a choice, and a command, knowing what he will choose. His touch is searing as his palm slides against mine, his thick fingers intertwining with my own.

I lead him to the water’s edge further down the shore, distancing us from the group. Confident that we are far enough away to not be easily seen, my fingers grip the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the grass. Daichi stiffens beside me, drawing in a sharp breath as his eyes wander over my exposed skin, the lace panties I wore doing little to hide me. “You aren’t wearing a swimsuit,” he comments breathlessly, his warm brown eyes meeting my own (e/c) ones. Indecision flickers in the depths of his gaze, a furrow appearing between his brows. “We shouldn’t-”

“I asked you to swim with me Sawamura, not fuck me,” I snap, my tongue burning with the familiar taste of disappointment. Three years. That’s how long ago I had met the man standing beside me. Our friendship grew fiercely, but there has always been something more, something darker, lingering just beneath the surface. I’ve pushed him toward accepting it, to break past this stalling point and see what that something is, but each time he politely rejects me. At this point the hurt is merely a sting, a harsh reminder of our reality.

What I feel for Daichi is unrequited.

It isn’t surprising really. Being friends with the quirky girl who would rather catch fireflies than socialize? Sure, but have a relationship with her being that? No one wants to willingly date someone who doesn’t really fit in. Not even the overly sweet Daichi.

With a heavy sigh I push my panties down my thighs, tossing them aside and diving into the water. The chill from the colder temperature washes over my naked skin, beating back the heat from the air above. The world faded to a dim gray where the moonlight barely breached the water’s surface.

The stillness around me was disrupted, water pushing against me before warm hands gripped my waist, hauling me to the surface.

“You’re reckless, you know that?” Daichi’s tone is stern, but the shimmer in his eyes shows he finds the trait endearing. Yet another quality that separates me from the rest of the girls our age. Another reason why a guy like him could never end up with a girl like me.

“Y/N?” Moving to shift out of his grip and escape the concern laced in his question, my chest brushes against his. My train of thought falters when I realize he is also naked. “Fuck,” he groans, forehead falling forward and bumping against mine. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” My brows furrow as I blink at him, confused.

It’s violent the way his lips crash to mine. All tongue and teeth and need. He steals the breath from my lungs, taking it as his own before pushing it back into me. His lips move frantically, devouring me.

My vision swims when he finally pulls away, lungs heaving as I greedily suck oxygen back into them. I barely catch my breath before he’s melding himself against me again.

The second kiss is gentler, more precise as he explores my mouth, fingers trailing over my ribs to cup my breasts. Each slide of his tongue against my own controlled, as if he is willing me to understand the emotions behind his action. The sensations he brings are too much, every nerve ending in my body alight at the barest of touches.

A calloused thumb swipes over my nipple, teasing the hardened bud before attaching more firmly to pinch. My back arches into the touch, my moans swallowed by Daichi’s hungry kisses. His hard length presses into the curve of my hip as he pulls me closer, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pushes us closer to the shore.

His lips leave my own, opting to trail over my jaw and down my neck sucking and nipping at my skin. I know there will be bruises come morning but I can’t find it in myself to care, not when I finally get a taste of the warmth he has to offer.

“Y/N,” Daichi breathes as he settles me into the grass, loose rocks digging into my skin. His eyes consume every inch of me as they sweep across my bare skin, a groan rumbling from his chest when I dip my hand between my legs, spreading myself before him.

“I want this, Daichi.” I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, and guide him to my entrance. “I want you.”

His gaze is soft and dark as he presses into me, intertwining our fingers and pressing them to the earth above my head.

“I’m yours.”

Prompt: Winter

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Warnings: public sex, size kink, mild temperature play, oral (m!rec), mild dacryphilia, cum eating

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Hello friends! Here is my collab piece for the Anilysium NSFW collab!

Find the other collab works here!

As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

“I don’t think I would be able to stop if a villain showed up right now.”

Kirishima’s large palms gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart as his cock pressed inside of you. The stretch was almost too much. That perfect blend of pleasure and pain you had always been searching for.

Everything about this moment was contradicting forces blurring to euphoria. The pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of the fullness. The heat of his body mixed with the cold snowflakes slowly falling to land on your exposed skin. The bright light that seemed to surround you both despite the darkened skies beyond.

Kirishima’s forehead pressed against yours as he bottomed out, his breathing ragged as he struggled to regain his self control. “But don’t worry, if a villain does come I’ll protect you.”

You couldn’t help but snort. The comment was just so him. The fierce protector, man of the house. Even knowing fully well that if you were attacked you could easily handle yourself in a fight against almost anyone- villain or hero alike. 

Instead of unleashing the scathing feminist remark at the tip of your tongue, you swiveled your hips as much as the room between you would allow. The movement earned a bruising adjustment of his grip on your thighs and the sweetest, most panty-ruining groan you’d ever heard. You wanted more of those delicious sounds, so you did it again.

“Shit, beautiful. Just wait a minute. I need-“ An earth quaking wail split the air, pulling you both out of the moment as you fell into hero mode. You finally got to go on a date with the man of your dreams, got to taste him in the most intimate way, and some jackass villain had the audacity to cockblock you.

Kirishima pulled out, hissing out a whimper when his gaze involuntarily landed on your soaked core as it clenched hungrily around nothing. Stifling your own noises of disappointment you fixed your clothes and stepped away from the wall. “If we can subdue this asshole in less than thirty minutes I’ll blow you in the elevator when we get back to my place,” you whispered back to him, adding in a wink to rile him up further.

The effect was immediate. His eyes darkened with unbridled lust as his hand roughly gripped your jaw. The kiss was brief and messy, a clash of teeth and tongue that left you craving every desire hidden behind it. “Deal,” he replied. The grin that spread across his cheeks was worth whatever was to come next.

“On your knees, beautiful. And open that pretty mouth of yours.” The words were out of Kirishima’s mouth before the elevator doors had even closed. His carmine eyes watched you expectantly, the barely contained lust leaving only a hint of their usual brightness.

Your body thrummed with excitement as you sank to the ground. He had earned his reward after all. Capturing the villain who had interrupted your earlier endeavors just beneath your set time limit. If you were being honest with yourself, you knew you would have ended up here regardless of how long it took to apprehend the criminal. The desire to taste your long time crush was too overwhelming.

You made quick work of the zipper on his slacks, ignoring the dust and tears from the fight you had recently escaped. He was as hard as stone and as hot as pavement on a warm summer day. The thick veins pulsed beneath your touch as you pushed his pants and briefs down to free him. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Red and flushed to perfection. Girthy and long with a slight curve at just the right angle. It was a wonder he had even managed to fit the entire length inside of you.

“As wonderful as it feels to know you are this enamored with my cock, we don’t have that many floors left to go.” One of his large palms gripped his base while the other landed on the back of your head, pulling you forwards and pushing past your parted lips. Curses fell from his mouth as you gagged around him, drool leaking down your chin around him.

You looked up through teary eyes, watching his face contort with the pleasure you were giving him, then swallowed, taking him into your throat. The prettiest, most sinful mewl escaped his parted lips. His head fell backward, eyes closed as he began to lose himself.

You could tell he was close by the steady pulse of his length. As he started to come, he yanked you backward, leaving a trail of his release along your tongue, across your lips, and down your chin. The look on his face as he stared down at you was almost enough to have you orgasm untouched. Raw, unadulterated desire. That need to own your very soul. That was what you saw in his darkened eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you to your feet, his lips crashing against yours with a ferocity that called to your most primal self. The elevator dinged signaling the arrival to your floor as he pushed the cum covering your face past your lips.

Stepping out into the hallway you took a steadying breath. It did little to help the need pulsing between your thighs. Especially with the towering presence of the man at your back. Each foot between you and the entrance to your apartment felt like a mile as you remembered the way he felt pressed against you. The hard plains of his abs. The swell of his biceps. The rigid power in his thick thighs.

Kirishima’s breath was hot against your neck as he pressed his lips to your skin gently before biting down hard enough to have you squirming against him. You could feel him already hardening against your backside. His lips pressed against your ear as he spoke, his arms wrapped around your waist and one large palm cupped your core.

“Get a move on, beautiful. I’m going to spend the rest of the holiday buried in this sweet pussy.”

Prompt: Halloween

Pairing: Chisaki Kai/Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Warnings: face fucking, degradation, mild breath play, one mention of blood, ruined orgasm (but like not really)

A/N: Hello friends! Here is my NSFW collab piece for this month! It’s on the short side. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.

Find the other Anilysium collab works here!

As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

“So disgustingly filthy.”

The words were groaned from the man towering above you. The cold, rough floor of the small laundry room dug into your knees painfully. They would be bruised tomorrow, no doubt.

“Look at you. Such a mess with this toxic makeup smeared all over your face. And now you’re making a slobbery mess all over my cock.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as Chisaki held your chin tightly, the grip of his specialty made gloves chafing the skin. Your jaw ached from being stretched so wide for so long, your throat burned from the consistent force of his length being shoved into your throat.

It was disturbing the way Chisaki used you, as if you were nothing more to him than a very gross, temporary toy meant only for providing him pleasure. Yet the growing wetness between your thighs gave away exactly how his words and actions affected you. The throb of your clit left you desperate for a release you knew he’d never provide. You were too unclean for his tastes. Everyone was really.

Knuckles knocked on the wood of the closed door, jangling the handle as they attempted to open it. “Boss!” a voice called.

“If you don’t walk away right now I ensure you will regret it,” Chisaki growled, his movements growing even rougher as he continued to fuck your throat.

The past several minutes had seemed to stretch on forever, feeling like you’d been kneeling here for hours. You shifted, thighs pressing together in an attempt to alleviate the needy ache at your core. Your wrists stung as the heavy belt he had looped around them dug into the soft skin. They would be bruised in the morning too.

His harsh thrusts knocked the plastic halo from the top of your head, sending it tumbling to the floor. How poetic. An angel losing her halo as she was claimed by the devil himself.

Chisaki’s free hand gripped the back of your head as his pace grew sporadic, pushing himself further into the warm wetness of your mouth. You pulled short breaths in through your nose each time he pulled back, but the edges of your vision danced black by the time he pulled you flush against his stomach. Thick ropes off his cum spilled down your throat, making you gag.

The moan that fell from his lips had your eyes rolling back into your head. He sounded as good as he tasted. Like the promise of destruction and rebirth, rivers of blood and ash soaked shores. He was the sin you would always crave but could never fully grasp.

Blinking the threatening darkness from your vision you started up at him, watching as his head fell back in bliss. Post-orgasm Chisaki was an image you’d be getting off to until death himself finally came to claim you. The sheen of sweat that covered his skin. The pinch of his brows. You could only imagine what the bottom half of his face looked like beneath his mask.  His full, parted lips, the bottom of which was probably now captured between his teeth as he stifled the remaining sounds threatening to escape him.

The hand gripping the back of your head moved down to your neck, jerking you away from his body and sending you crashing to the floor. His lips thinned as he glared down at you. “Now look at what you’ve done. You made a mess of me. Maybe I should really ruin that pretty face of yours.” His eyes narrowed as he crouched closer to you, his half hard cock still hanging from jeans.

You should be afraid of his threats. Should avert your eyes as a sign of respect for his position. He wasn’t one to make threats idly. But the effect his words and his disgust had on you was intoxicating. You couldn’t pull your eyes away when you were so close to coming untouched from his tone alone.

“Perhaps I’ll just have one of my men throw you out with the trash where you belong. My stupid

 little cumdumpster.”

Your body quaked as you came undone, clenching around nothing as your release drenched your thin panties. It was by no means a satisfying orgasm. You were left wrung out and craving physical touch with desperation. The words were on the top of your tongue, ready to beg for him to give you something, anything to alleviate the ache he was leaving behind.

Chisaki scoffed as he pushed to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants, and strode to the door. As he flung the wood open the sounds of the Halloween party raging beyond it flooded back in. He didn’t bother to look back as he left.

Several moments later Irinaka appeared in the doorway, his expression indifferent as he removed the belt from around your wrists and lifted you into his arms. He was careful not to jostle you as he carried you through the party to the lower levels where your bedroom was hidden.

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, leaving you to take care of yourself. You ran a hot bath to soak your bruised and stiff limbs in, smiling like the lunatic you must be. Tomorrow might not be Halloween but you’d do the same thing. Let Chisaki devour you in any way he deemed appropriate.

You were an addict and being used by Chisaki was your drug of choice.