#yuuki anzai smut

[ziosukiiii]

i need him in ways that go against what humanity stands for....

[honeeslust]

Them | part 4

🖤 WC: + 1785 or whatever 🙄

🖤 So this is one for the anime guys with the dreamiest dead eyes and forever sullen mood. They're not wasting time with bullshit and some people can't handle that, but it's what draws you to him. He's not shy and he can even be so rude, but somehow incredibly gentle with you. If you feen like I do, it's because you know you're getting the best of both worlds…They treat you like a princess but they wanna possess you. The combination of the two?? I think it'll go a lol something like this…

🖤 Levi, Megumi, Toji, Choso, Suguru, Obanai, Giyu, Anzai, Mikey, Baji, Dabi, and whoever else you see fits 😊 all characters implied are consenting adults!!

It was the hottest day of the summer so far and it carried right into the night. You had stopped for ice cream hoping to get some sort of relief from the unbearable heat wave. You stood just off to the side, eyes to the stars in the sky as you wiped the sweat from your brow. You turned to him just in time to see him thank the vendor, handing over cash and wishing him well. He returns to you with the sweet treat in hand and an even sweeter soft smile on his eyes that was reserved for you alone.

He held your hand as you walked the short path to the spot he picked out for you both. Setting the basket down, he grabs a blanket and unfolds it before you and drops to his knees. You slipped your hand into his awaiting one. Your gentle Thanks earning his heart stopping sideways smile. You tucked your short dress between your legs to sit next to him, drawing in a shaky breath as you felt his hand on you. He just barely grazes the exposed skin of your lower back but your body’s reaction is intense. As you opened yourself up to him, his gaze steadied on your lips and the way you smiled at him.

Mmmm, vanilla you whispered under your breath looking at the perfectly spiraled ribbons adorning the sweet treat before darting your eyes at him. You were wondering if he would be as sweet with you when he fucked you, or would he be rough? The dark look about his eye hinted towards the latter, or maybe even somewhere in between. Either way, something seemed to shift in him. After all, you were basically eye fucking him, licking the sweet cream up with your tongue, maybe doing so just a little slower than you needed to. You could see how your teasing was affecting him.

Licking his lips, his hands roughly reaching for you, he pulls you closer. You were absolutely the center of his attention as he was already contemplating the ways he could make you cry out for him. He wanted to know what makes you moan and what makes you weak. What kinds of kisses make you shy away, what touches make you writhe?

Not much for words when it comes to how he feels about you, but his actions always let you know just how much he cares. Even the way he looked at you right now with daring look in his eyes, shining almost too bright for his ebony locks that fell over his brow in that boyish way. The contrast was so mesmerizing that you found yourself wanting to know what lie beyond the little hint of the devil that lingered in them. You decided you were done making him wait, you wanted to open up and give him control. You wanted to be his. Want some? You asked a devious smile upon your lips.

I’d love some. Before you can extend the cone to him, his mouth is on your lips. He moans through parted lips, making you thread your fingers in his hair, his own keeping you tight in his grasp. your tongue laps over his so sweetly that you're moaning already. As you shared the sweet taste with him, you forget all about the creamy treat that was now dripping onto your thighs. He breaks the kiss to your disappointed sigh. Please.. You tremble wiiling him to keep kissing you. He only glares at you, the corner of his mouth turning up, Steady now… I need to get this. Taking the treat from you, he went after the stream of sticky liquid, lapping it up with an inquisitive tongue shocking you with how good he looked watching you twist for him. Please don't stop. He never planned to, not with the way you were coming undone for him.

You slip the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, and he like what he sees. He doesn't care you're out in the open, all he knows is that he has to have you. He holds the cone over your body and the melting drops splatter across your chest. He hovers the it over your nipple and the icy sensation has you moaning his name while you squirm beneath him, your fingers are clenching into tight fists, shivers radiating through you entire body.

He was fixated on you, how you were so easily susceptible to every little touch. His mouth fell upon you, making your body arch, from the way he trailed his tongue all over, sucking the sticky mess from your salty flesh. He wedged himself between your legs, cascading more wet kisses across your collar, your shoulder, and back to your lips where he found himself needing to reciprocate how good you made him feel.

He makes out with you, treating your lips as if they were made of sugar, toying with the fullness with a skillful tongue. He breaks away, caressing your cheek with hot fingertips, Open for me… your lips part, little butterflies dancing in your stomach. Show me your tongue. You stuck it out for him. and it was met with more of the creamy confection dripping onto your palate until it spilled down the sides of your mouth and fell onto your chest. There's a good girl. Again, acutely aware of the surrounding sounds and movements, he knew he had the time and opportunity to indulge in you. You leaned back on your arms, the loose straps falling down shoulders. Please, you begged, inviting him back for another taste.

adoring the mess he made of you, he hooks his arm around you, pulling at the back of your neck to lay you down beneath him. He uses his tongues to clean you up ,sucking and kissing until his mouth sought out the sensitive bead, licking it up and down until he kissed away all of the sticky mess.

He hovers, his hips sinking between your legs but not quite giving you all of his weight. You hated not being able to feel more of him, but he knew what he was doing. He wanted you losing yourself this way. He wanted you ready to forget everything else and you were, sighing to him, legs hooking around his waist, you pleaded …need to feel you.

He takes hold of your hips that you’re ur constantly shoving toward him. Shhhhh greedy girl, he whispers looping his fingers into your panties. You tilt your hips, letting him slide the lacey fabric down your thighs. Grateful for the isolated spot he chose, he forcefully spread your legs open to him. gorgeous, he regards the enticing display, beginning to suck all over your thighs until they are left covered with his marks.

Now, nothing else matters. Especially not the idea of being caught in such a lewd display. If anything it made your over-sensitized core jump at every single swipe of his tongue.

He was enraptured, sucking on your salty slick flesh, his fingers now sliding through your swollen pink lips, your hips fitting perfectly into his grip. Was it possible to detonate upon impact? You had your answer the moment his mouth tested wetness between your legs. He looked on with a satisfied glint in his eye.

He never once lets go, never once does his tongue stop assaulting your clit, never once does he let you flinch away from the way his mouth made love to your pussy. He only pulls you closer, burying his face deeper until he can't breathe. He adores you like this, how you give you’re self over to the pleasures he could make you feel.

He wanted to revel in the exact moment you became his. Exploiting every weakness he knew of you to bring you close to the edge before finally knowing what you felt like.

By the time he's taking your ankle into his grasp, you're the one melting, trying to remind yourself to breathe. To experience each little moment and savor it. He kisses and nips along the inside of your calf. Reflexively, you kicked him on the shoulder, that tickles you half laugh a moan. He smirks, laying on his side behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he undoes his pants. You are reduced to a pile of writhing flesh and bone as he prods you with his engorged cock. He guides your leg upward, giving you a perfect view of the blushing tip as he taps it onto your opening. He strokes it along your puffy wet lips, again and again, his words melting in your ear…my pretty girl so ready for me to feel her. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen… his teeth are grazing your ear making you mumble his name... Lemmie be inside you... Tap.. let me feel you, he bit down, pumping his hips into you, purposely edging your shivering cunt. Let me hear you say it. Say you want me inside you pretty girl, say it for me. Please please please ___fuck me, you know I want you, his sick throbbing in his hands, he knows he can’t wait anymore. He groans appreciatively in your ear when he finally inches inside you.

Ohh, thank you — you cry, your nails dragging up his arms. The cuts you’re making only making him grip you tighter. Rough little one are you? But look at you taking it though. He laughs resisting the urge to fuck you deeper. slow hands rub along your side as he fills you little by little. Gooooood fuckin girl. His voice rattles along your flesh making it hard to keep your eyes open. When your head falls, he slows his pace, keeping one arm under your leg, the other pulls your body closer so he could see the faces you made as he sank deeper into you. You gotta look at me baby, I wanna see it in your face. I wanna see how you let go pretty one, come here. Only half of it is in, but fuck does it still feel good. he pulses his hips, nudging at that gooey center that makes your entire body vibrate. That heavy feeling building so fast you know you'll break. He’s got you right where he wants you. weak, tears already forming in your eyes so full, baby I’m gunna come.

Yes, you feel so good.. wanna go deeper baby…lemmie fill you. He does exactly that, gripping you tighter by the hips to push in and out, that cock stretching you so good you couldn’t hold back if your tried. All the wetness he churns out of your clenching hole makes such slutty sounds. Mmmm, my god I.. I can’t, you’re crying and lips trembling, but you can baby, your entire body is shaking, his thrusts becoming heavier everytime he rutts back into you. You’re sprawled out against him, letting him batter your sticky cunt that was already soaking his pulsing cock. But still, he’s stroking your sweet spot, whispering to you keeeep coming, I need to fill you all the way baby. Your wide eyes peering at him now, he's finally burying every inch into you, so deep that you squeal his name, his breath catches in his chest when you look at him on the brink of losing it all, mhmm he praises ready to help you over the edge again, there’s a good girl, huhhh, sssss yess. Look how you take this dick. Fuck yes, come with me, pretty girl? he fucks you erratically until his release runs deep in your soggy embrace and you cling to him so tight that he can't pull back. He stays deep, your tremors milking his fat cock for every ounce it is worth. He glances over his shoulder, hearing footsteps approaching from a ways away. He kisses your shoulder again, already fixing your dress let me get this, someone’s coming.

Thanks to my love bugs who low-key encouraged me to just post my shit regardless. I think all that matters is that I get this shit outta my head. It feels good to get lost in imagination from time to time. ☺️ no tags cause this is shit 😩

[wenumsmol]

why is there not more devils line smut? i'm going to fucking cry.

[crybaby-bkg]

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Yuuki Anzai x female reader (Devils’ Line)

Warnings: blood kink/drinking, smut, teasing, mutual masturbation, unresolved feelings, riding/cowgirl position, he scratches reader/digs his nails in, muzzles, and handcuffs. please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.1k

Notes: can’t believe I’ve loved devils line for so long and never wrote anything for anzai!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

Also available on ao3!

Becoming a cop was never something you thought would come to fruition for you. Not because it was necessarily a dream of yours, but because you had dreams of doing something—anything—else. But, life is tricky and it turns you in all sorts of directions until, you guess, you’re where you should be.

But staying in a shared complex with other cops and Devils was something you never thought would be in the cards for you. You didn’t hate it though, found a family within the people there, a home within the chaos of the bar when everyone got a little too tipsy and happy. It was great there, and you had little issues. Well, save for one.

And that one’s name was Yuuki Anzai. A half Devil that was tormented with the Red-Eyed part of himself, self hatred oozing off of him with every plunge of an injection and suspension from higher forces. Anzai wasn’t a big issue, you had to admit, but goddamn, was it hard to force down your feelings for him.

Humans and Devils were barely prohibited to have a relationship together, much less a work-place relationship at that. But, that didn’t stop you from sneaking into his place at night when the halls are silent, and no lingering eyes follow you.

“Anzai?” You whisper as you close the door quietly behind you. “Are you up?” Your eyes dart around the room, trying to adjust to the darkness, gasping when a pair of navy blue eyes suddenly appear at your side.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Anzai murmurs, chuckles a little when you jump away from him in surprise. You pout a little, narrowing your eyes at him as you punch his shoulder, softer than you should with the way your heart damn near jumps from its cages.

“Don’t scare me like that, asshole!” You whisper-shout, arms crossed over the other as you try to make out his entire form in the still darkened room. “Can we get some light in here so I can see your annoying face?”

You hear a little puff of air blow through his nose in amusement, his feet shuffling against the floorboards, before soft light suddenly floods the room. Your eyes immediately dart to Anzai’s form, tall and lanky, his hands shoved in his pockets as he stands too close for you to not have heard him walk back over. His hair curls around the sides of his neck, his dark bangs covering his eyebrows and shadowing the eyes that stare down at you all the while. There’s a tiny little smirk on his face, and you want to kiss that mole by his mouth. So you do.

“Can I kiss you?” Anzai asks, but you’re already leaning in, stepping forward until your toes bump and your arms curl around his shoulders, bringing him to your face. You breath in his breath, smell the tea you fixed for him earlier in the night still lingering, feel his lips skim against the softness of yours. But you skip over his mouth, purposefully, lips directed to that little beauty mark that you, for some reason, can’t help but adore.

“I think you missed my mouth,” Anzai tells you, a little tut in his words as he blinks his eyes open to look at you. You smile, cheekily, shrugging your shoulders a little as you lick your lips, skimming his own in the process.

“Yeah?” You tease, swaying him a little, looking at him from under your lashes. “Wanna guide me in the right direction then?” And he barely lets you get the words out before he dives for your lips, his mouth smoothed over against yours. The kiss is both gentle and firm, his lips sliding against yours, smacking against each other as he pulls back for another one, and another one, until you have to pull back for breath.

When you do, your eyes flutter open and, it should scare you, the way red bleeds into the whites of his eyes. But it doesn’t—only a comfort to know that the man you have adored for so long loses every piece of himself whenever he gets the briefest taste of you. He wants more, and it’s obvious in the unsteadiness of his breath and the bulge that pokes at your thighs. And you do too, with your pulling hands and guiding feet over to his neatly made bed.

But Anzai stops you—he always does whenever it goes beyond kissing. He can handle that, he always tells you, but anything more makes him lose control. Is it bad that you want the loss? That you want the feral and the rawness of him letting loose and taking you in the way he cares to, so primally? Is it bad that you encourage it, with a tilt of your neck and a nod of your head?

“We can’t keep doing this.” Anzai mutters, blinking rapidly when you ignore his words to unbutton his shirt. He grabs your hands in his, making you look at him through your lashes, a soft frown forming at your lips.

“I know.” You whisper back to him, curling your fingers around his own until he embraces your hands, sighing a little under your breath. You understand his hesitance, his fear, but everything has gone right the other times? What’s so different about right now?

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits, his eyes holding a sincerity that makes you glance away in guilt. You don’t want to pressure him, make him feel tense and worried every time you fall into bed with him. But how could you stop when everything felt so good? When the risk and the fear of it all made your orgasms taste all the sweeter?

“You won’t.” You pull your hands away from his own, cradle his warm cheeks in your palm. Anzai’s eyes flutter shut as he breathes in deeply, his mouth opening softly on his exhale before he looks at you again with a stare so intense, you wonder if telling him you love him would ruin the moment.

“This is going to be the last time, okay?” Anzai tells you, his voice firmer than you would like it to be. But you nod anyway, quickly, pulling him in for another kiss as you two fall into bed.

His shirt comes off first, and then yours, fallen into a pile on the side of the bed, long forgotten. The handcuffs are next, as you click them into place, lips locked all the while, moaning when he grunts into your mouth with every roll of your hips against his. You look down at him from where you’re perched in his lap, how the whites of his eyes are gone, now a full blood red and smoky yellow, his irises thin and slit, reptilian like. He’s never been prettier, you think, as you dive in once more to slide your tongue against the seam of his lips, feeling him invite you in as you work your bra off next.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Anzai mumbles under his breath when your tits fall in his face, eyes darting between the two, before he closes the gap of his mouth and your nipple. You throw your head back in a moan when he sucks the bud between his lips, hands pawing at your belly all the while. You run a hand threw his hair, biting at your bottom lip as you watch his mouth greedily suck at the tight skin around your nipple. When he switches to the other one, he notices you watching, moans a little around the other bud, pulls back to lick at your areola before he growls and dives in a little harsher this time when you sound prettier than he expects.

With a quickness he doesn’t anticipate, you push Anzai back down onto the bed, his hands still holding onto the fat of your stomach, as his eyes start losing a bit of their control. You tut at him, shaking your head a little when his teeth, sharpened and wide, start to protrude from his gums, grinding slowly in his lap when he goes to sit up again. You snatch the muzzle from under the bed quickly, slipping it over his head before he can get up, clicking it into place as he growls a little, bucking his hips up against your own.

“So misbehaved, aren’t you, Yuuki?” You ask him, voice a little disappointed huff, teasing, watching how his eyebrows screw down. You gasp a little, eyes fluttering, before you snap your neck down to watch how his nails protrude, poking into the thin skin of your stomach, creating a tiny little tear. You watch how the blood drips from the small wound, how it coats his fingers, how his cock jumps from underneath you at the sight and smell of it.

“I’ll let you taste it,” you tell him, leaning forward until your weight is rested against the entirety of his body. “But only if you split me open on your cock first.” You tack on the last part with a lick against his earlobe, gasping with a little chuckle when Anzai’s whole body lurches from underneath you, his words slurring from behind his big teeth and muzzled mouth.

“Fuckin’—lemme just—cmon—“ he makes no sense, and you don’t need him to. The bloodlust is damn near ripping him apart, as his eyes dart from your pants still a barrier between you two, and the red that coats his fingers the more he digs his nails into your skin. You pull back when he starts to sink too deep, swatting at him as you wag a finger in his face.

“Play nice.” You warn him, eyes narrowed as you start to slip your pants and panties down off of your legs on the side of the bed. When you’re bare, Anzai growls, deep and low in his chest, tries to remove his own bottoms, but it proves difficult with the handcuffs. So you help him, watch him wiggle his way out of them until you can shuck the bottoms off from around his feet, a growing pile of clothes in your peripheral that you can’t be bothered to care about at the moment.

You watch how, in your distractedness, that he slips his nails between the bars of his muzzle, how he licks at the blood that stains them, eyes rolling back at your heavenly taste. You shake your head at him, climbing back on top of him until your legs are spread and you sit on his thighs, right below his plump balls.

“I didn’t tell you that you could taste me yet, did I?” You ask Anzai with a cock of your head, and a pout of your lips. “Hm, seems like I forgot to prep myself first too. Let me do that now, actually.” You wink at him, watch how his eyebrows furrow down as he bucks underneath you. His cock rests on his belly, curved to the left, his tip a soft brown and pretty, leaking precum all over his navel as it twitches when your middle finger dips inside of your hole.

“You don’t prep yourself any other time. You’re just trying to punish me.” He growls, a tiny whimper in his throat, his hands unable to reach you in this position. So he holds his own cock with both hands instead, pumps it every time your finger slides inside of your cunt, a rhythm that enchants him the entire time.

“Should’ve listened then, huh?” You ask in a sigh, sliding in another finger as you go to quickly stretch yourself out. While you did it to fuck with him, you’re just as impatient to feel his fat and hot cock splitting you open better than a toy ever could. So you do it with such a quickness, that you have to force your eyes open when you hear that familiar wet sound of a cock being stroked.

Anzai looks beautiful like this—all blood red eyes and dedicated golden irises stuck on the sight of your squelching pussy, his teeth daunting and sharp from beneath the muscle, his chest and pretty brown nipples heaving with every sharp breath, his big hands engulfing his cock with every wet stroke, his thighs burning underneath you.

“Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” Anzai huffs, and you’re surprised he’s still this much in control to not be reduced only to whines and growls and grunts. Your fingers speed up at the sound of him, scissoring your fingers as you try to hurry to open yourself up to take him.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me.” He mutters, eyes clenched shut as he starts to plead under his breath. “Cmon, stop teasing me. Please.” He’s so desperate, that it almost makes you cum. You have to rip your fingers out, chest heaving as you will your orgasm away, body shuddering as your hips jerk a little, wet hole grazing the plumpness of his balls, and it’s almost enough to make him snap.

You climb on top of Anzai quickly, holding his heavy cock beneath you, sinking down on him with no preamble, no teasing, no hesitation. You had to feel him now, felt like you might burst if you waited any longer. You have to rattle the bars of his muzzle when he damn near howls when your hole starts to swallow him up, remind him that this is supposed to be secretive, that you as a human shouldn’t be riding him, a Devil, like your life depended on it.

But you both give into your primal instincts far too soon into the night, and the noises he makes are enough to alarm anyone who hears them. And if they do, they pretend to be oblivious.

“Oh shit, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Anzai grunts, eyes scrunched closed before he forces them open to watch you. Watch how your thighs bounce and tremble with every drop of your hips, how your lips swallow his cock, how your soft walls caress the veins forking up his shaft, how your slick dribbles down from your pussy to splatter and smother his balls. You’re covering him in your scent, and the blood that still momentarily drips from your belly doesn’t help either.

You must notice where his eyes have landed, as you chuckle a little, breathlessly, thighs still working as you ride his cock. You scoop a finger through the bloody mess on your skin, holding it up high in the air, watch how his eyes follow like a dog with a bone. Anzai makes a low noise between a hiss and a growl when a drop of the red liquid drips onto the hard planes of his stomach, hips starting to buck up to meet your rhythm.

“Want a taste of me? Huh, baby?” You ask him, grinning when he snarls, when he’s reduced only to noises and wordless demands of more. You give it to him, give it all, as you hold your finger above his muzzle, watch how he strains his neck to taste it when it plops against his mouth. He moans at that, head thrown back before he straightens up again, teeth clenched as he growls through them,

“More.” It’s a command that startles you, not expecting to hear such a low tone come from the usually calm and collected man. But it only makes you tighter around him, moaning a little louder than you should when he starts snapping his hips underneath you, almost throws you off of his lap from how hard he starts to fuck you.

“S-So greedy,” you try to tease him, but it’s difficult when the curved tip of his cock is hitting every right place inside of you. You listen to his demands, swipe up more blood that he carves out of you when his nails meet your skin again. You hold it over his mouth, watch how it drops and messes up the clean bars of the cage when you miss, how his thick tongue swirls around his lips to get every drop of you.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper to Anzai, barely able to keep yourself up, still letting crimson drip from your fingers to satisfy the man, the Devil, beneath you. He groans at that, at how your cunt clenches sporadically around him, finally takes his nails out of your skin to instead hold them against your mound. He’s careful in how he angles himself, until his thumb is positioned so your clit can rub against it with every stroke of his cock inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Anzai!” you whimper, eyes clenched shut as the rough pad of his thumb is enough to drive you over the edge. You cry out, louder than you should, but its hard to remember volume control when his cock and his finger feels so good against your cunt. You clench around him, feel your slick cover his cock and drip onto his balls, how wet it suddenly gets when you hear him grunt loudly before he orgasms alongside you. Its harsh and hot, makes you moan underneath your breath as you feel it spread inside of you, look between your legs to watch how it drips down the inside of your thighs to make a mess of him beneath you.

His grunts and growls are unintelligible, his noises deep and primal as he keeps shooting inside of you until his body stills and collapses on the bed. He sighs, low and quiet in his throat, and your body sags as the adrenaline starts to wear off. You glance down at the mess you’ve made, at your stomach with tiny little cuts and blood staining your skin, at what’s become of between your legs.

“Hurry up and transform back. You’re on clean up duty this time.” You tell him with a sigh, collapsing on his chest, feeling it heave a little when your tongue snakes out to cheekily swipe at his sensitive nipple.

“You’re only gonna make the process take longer if you keep touching me like that.” Anzai mumbles, cock twitching inside of you as you feel his nails scratch gently where they wrap around your neck.

“Sorry,” You giggle, hiding your face in his chest, pecking gently. Anzai strokes at your skin for a while before he finally starts to transform back, his skin losing its heat and his stroking nails back to their normal blunt state. You look up at him, at his navy blue eyes and red stained mouth, kissing at the bars of the muzzle, as he tries to kiss back.

“Get off your lazy ass already,” you tell him, laughing when he instantly blames you for not taking the muzzle and handcuffs off already. It’s a much more sweet and domestic scene than you ever thought possible with a Devil, but you already wish for more moments like this with him, without the world breathing down your necks, and with as much love in his eyes as it is in yours.

[st4rbwrry]

motive. yuuki anzai.

੭ cw: fem!reader, dry humping, stalking ( barely ) , taming, chubby reader, biting, blood, sneaking in, black coded.

mocha’s note: ep 8 of devils line still replays in my mind. this man makes me feral.

anzai sits limply on the roof of your house, staring into your bedroom window to see you dressing in a comfy two piece short set while humming softly to the music lowly playing in your steamy bathroom. he doesn’t want to disturb you when you look so peaceful like this. applying products to your face along with other moisturizers. tying your locs up into a bonnet before leveling your head down in the sink to brush your teeth for the night. he knows you had class today, also did a few hours at the salon before coming home. it’s close to eight, midnight out and he’s trying his hardest to ignore this ache below his belt, fangs protruding from his mouth like a demon. eyes red, and the claws in his nail beds growing sinisterly longer.

you were the first person he could think of when the sun set. fighting the urge to hurt a human being. but being here was worse in a way. the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his girlfriend. even if you’ve told him multiple times that he could take what he needed from you, an ounce a blood—whatever he desired to keep him sane. he hates when you’re like that sometimes. so careless for your life all because of the love you have for him. you’re willing to take risks if it means he can stay in your life. you need each other, crave one another. it’s hard to live life without the others warmth. his face is pale as he heaves in his seat, hunching over to catch his breath, dark hair shielding most of his face.

a knock on your window makes him jump, hastily darting his eyes into your room to see your eyes targeting his. dammit. he clicks his teeth, shamefully turning his face away when he noticed the concern in yours.

“anzai,” there it is, that softness of your tone, the warmth like a fuzzy blanket being thrown around his shoulders as if he’s a small child who’s having a nightmare. it feels like one. every. damn. day.

“i shouldn’t have come, i apologize.”

“you’re always welcome here,” you pull your window open wider. “come inside, please? it’s chilly.”

“i can’t. i need to go—”

your hand grabs his wrist as soon as he begins to stand, ready to leap off the roof. the black long sleeve on his skin is thin, and you worry for his body temperature. visually, it looks like he’s cold as ice, but on the inside, he’s burning up.

“where’s your mask?”

“i dropped it when i ran away from this woman. she was running at the park and fell—scraped her knee pretty bad. the smell—i was going to kill her. but something pulled me back. i ran and that’s when i lead myself here.”

“how many times do i have to tell you that you’re not a monster?” anzai freezes, swallowing from the stringent pitch in your voice.

“baby—”

“i don’t care what your natural instincts are, or some stupid shit like that. you’re half a devil. half. the other part of your heart remains human.”

“that doesn’t change the fact that i’ve killed people, baby.”

“on accident,” you correct.

“on purpose,” he retaliated, his voice shaky. “don’t pretend i’m innocent just because you love me. that one person i killed still lingers on my mind. it’s tortuous. it burns me deep inside to know what i’m capable of. any day i could do the same to you, whether an accident or with control—doesn’t matter. i’m dangerous.”

it upsets him when you’re silent, stepping back and blinking, waiting for him to come inside. finally, after sulking and sighing, he climbs through. the room is silent, anzai crouching on the floor with his back to the wall as he watches you shut off lights and turn off your music. only the soft lights from your pink star-shaped night lights illuminating the area. you pull the sheets halfway off your bed, tossing off your plushies to make room with him.

“come lay,” you pat the empty spot beside you with a lazy smile.

“i think i should keep my distance.”

your eyes roll. sometimes he agitates you with his protectiveness. “anzai, i’m not saying it again.”

the dark lanky man stand to his feet, removing his boots before slipping in with you. he lays on his back, keeping his attention to the ceiling. if he looks at you any longer he’ll definitely lose control. his blood lust was one thing, but the added arousal was even more painful. he didn’t want you too close to where you’d feel it in his jeans. but, his prayers aren’t on his side when you slide closer to throw your right leg over his toned abdomen while your arms wrap around his neck you bury your face into, wanting to give him a hug, hoping it’d soothe him.

“um,” anzai swallows, feeling your heartbeat bang in his eardrums loudly, the flow of blood in your veins bombarding his senses. the warmth on the mound of your cunt on his stomach, those shorts barely barricading your soft skin. anzai breathes heavily, his hands shakily rising beside him to grope at your thick hips, flesh melting through the gaps of his fingers like butter. his dick twitches in his black jeans as you shift above him, lifting your face and pressing your nose to his.

“your dicks hard,” you whisper, plump lips caught in your teeth.

anzai groans, hating that you noticed. “i-i know. i’m sorry.”

“don’t be, i know you can’t help it.”

anzai feels himself sweating, the pads of his nimble fingers bruising your hips. your body drifts down as he pushes you down to sit on his bulge, growling lowly, the ball in his throat bobbing.

“wanna use me?”

anzai stifles a moan, mouth parting as your hips begin to roll, precum dampening the fabric. the cloth to your shorts gets caught on his zipper, snatching you in place with your clit pressed on the cold metal. your ass engulfs your shorts, giving anzai access to run his hands over your plump ass before giving it a soft spank. the vermilion and honey in his eyes darken, your fingers threading his hair, tits pressed firmly to his chest. having you on top of him was lethal. he can’t control himself now.

“don’t wanna fuck you, jus’ wanna feel you.”

a tiny squeak falters from you as he swiftly flips the two of you over, his breath fanning your face like he’s in pain. he angles his hips so he’s just on your clit, hyperventilating when noticing that you’re really wet. so fast. how?

“you smell so good,” he bends down to brush his nose up the valley of your breasts, inhaling your scent until he comes up to your neck, jaw widening as the points of his fangs graze your flesh, tongue slipping out to kiss and suck on your neck. you squirm underneath him, trapped by his weight on you.

“can i taste you? jus’ need a little,” anzai asks with a strain in his voice, grinding his hips. you gasp and nip at your bottom lip, whimpering and nodding. he’s done it before, but he prefers to ask. his cold hand grabs your chin, turning your head to the left to gain access to the pulsating vein pumping warm blood for him to drink. anzai makes sure not to penetrate too deep, or drink too much to where he hurts you.

“i love you.”

you caress the back of his thigh, anzai always saying that before he pierces the sharp fangs into your neck, only enough for blood to seep out into his mouth. he moans loudly as if he’s having an orgasm, rolling his waist and shoving you down into the bed. hes becoming rougher, palms flat on the back of your thighs he pins down to your knees are by your waist, feet dangling in the air. anzai lifts his hips to thrust against you, pulling his face away after you make a noise and licks his lips. his teeth retracted, no longer in sight, but the lust in his pupils remain.

“make me feel so fuckin’ good,” anzai pants above you, his forearms hooked under your knees and pounding his hips harder until you’re scratching at his biceps and leaking in your shorts, coating his jeans in the filthiest way. it’s like he’s actually fucking you, slamming his hips and watching you jolt underneath him. anzai grunts as his cock runs on you the right way, so so close to cumming. he snaps harder, your mattress helping him out as it bounces you up to meet his hits, both of your mouths open as you gasp, moan, and choke.

“anzai, c-closer,” your pawing at his shirt, needing closer contact with him. he stops, hiking his shirt over his head before tossing it, hair tousled over his forehead and he looks so fucked out, so desirable.

anzai throws your legs over his shoulders before he leans down and drags you lower underneath him, cradling your head in his arms and resting his chin in your hair before humping you quicker, clutching either side of his ribs and withering in his hold. the bed squeaks with every movement, drooling at the corner of your mouth as your eyes scroll back. the pulsing from his dick feels so good on your clit, toes curling as you drunkenly kiss at his shoulder. it’s so fucking hot what he’s doing to you. rutting like he’s starved, fucking you stupid like a virgin with clothes on. the fact that he can make you feel this way even without being inside you is mind blowing.

“take it, baby. i’m cummin’ right now,” anzai warns, body trembling, thrusts turning sloppy as he wets the inside of his jeans, cumming hard the same time as he grabs your face and kisses your hard, eating your moans up like his favorite meal. sucking on your tongue, your lips, gathering your hair in his wide palms before rutting faster to get you to cum, not taking long as you gush in your silk shorts and scratch at his sides, arching your back and shuddering uncontrollably.

anzai kisses you again, all over your face as he thanks you again and again. you eased the craving, even apologizing for having to bite you even for doing this considering you were exhausted. you fall asleep not long after, anzai taking it upon himself to change you out of your shorts for another pair and cleaning himself up before tucking you in and watching you sleep.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[kolebrew]

Rinse and Repeat

pairing: Yuuki Anzai x Reader 

Warnings: spit kink, cock warming, masturbation, slight cum kink

Word count: 2.7k 

All you wanted to do today was go down to the laundry room and get clean underwear but instead, you're hiding outside the door holding your breath. Your first thought washing your clothing was a full proof plan but you left some underwear behind.

“Fuck~” and that’s what kept you from going in and retrieving your missing items. You stood and hid behind the door watching from the creek of it. From what you could see it was your apartment neighbor, so much for the boy next door.  You couldn’t see much of him but from your view, you could see exactly what he was doing. Anzai was standing against the washing machine with his eyes closed shut, you couldn’t make it out at first but when he turned towards the door you could see Anzai’s cock with your underwear wrapped around the tip. Anzai held his shirt up with his teeth and used one of his hands to hold the base of his length while the other gripped your underwear and pumped his length. No one uses the laundry room this early in the morning so it makes sense but you didn’t expect him to be awake before the sun was even up.

“Fuck fuck fuck, y/n~ please baby please” your train of thought was paused when you heard him say your name, but you did like how he said it. Now that you’d thought about it, you and Anzai never had many interactions or any at all. No one could deny how attractive he was, his hair was always pulled back and he was built with time and effort. So of course seeing him now so vulnerable and jerking off to you in your underwear did something to you. You didn’t realize how tightly you’ve been squeezing your legs together or how hard you were biting your lips but the blood rush you felt made you hold your breath.

Anzai hit his head against the washing machine as he fell to the ground in ecstasy. “Awe baby I want you so bad right now. Fuck~ y/n” he started to cry out and whimpered. His voice was so quiet and soft, the way he pleaded out for you made you moan as you clenched but you couldn’t tell for how long you were holding your breath. Anzai took your underwear from around his cock and held them up to his face as he sharply inhaled. 

His pace started to quicken, he paused and you jumped back thinking you were caught but instead Anzai looked down and collected his spit, letting it drop to the tip of cock. He ran his fingers from the base to the tip and worked the spit into his precum, he groaned out your name and as his spit hit his cock. You were so glad for the view and you watched as the spit ran down his length to his balls. He brought his hands up to his mouth and twirled his tongue around the tip of his fingers taking in the salty taste of his precum. You watched in awe as he sunk his mouth on the base of his fingers and moaned at the taste. The way he was hunched over and how glistening his length was mesmerizing.

Anzai took off his shirt revealing how built he was and each muscle outlined by sweat. He licked along the cloth part of your underwear and pumped at the tip. His moans mixed with the wet noises coming from him, he arched back and started to plead. “Awe y/n fuck baby I wanna cum on you. Mhm mmm, fuck, please. Oh yeah~” he whimpered at the end and his body jerked as he came into his hand, he worked in the cum before using the underwear to wipe off his hand.

He was visibly hard and your nipples noticeable, Anzai sat there trying to catch his breath and rubbing his balls in his hand. You were mesmerized by how beautiful he was, his cock was glistening and cum was running down falling to your underwear.

You could’ve left now or walked in but you stood there staring. It wasn’t until you let out your breath forcibly and shut your eyes to think, did you realize it just got a lot hotter. You were caught off guard and almost stumbled when you heard Anzai now right in front of you cock hidden in his sweatpants staring at you in embarrassment and fear knowing you must have been there the entire time. Fuck when did he get so close, you felt warm next to his body heat and he stared down at you. It wasn’t like Anzai to start a conversation and especially not after being caught jerking off by the person he was jerking off to.

Both of you looked blankly at each other. You could either run or- you didn’t have the balls to think of the second option. Anzai broke eye contact to stare down at your chest- you forgot how hard your nipples were, Anzai held his breath and let his imagination run. You reached slowly and took your shirt off over your head, you breathed out and relaxed. Anzai started to move back and you approached him. There was nothing to say, all that you could do was let him know you were interested, the best way to do that was to throw yourself at him.. nothing could get worse from here. Anzai now backed against a wall as you let your hand slide down his chest to his bulge; he was bigger in person. Seeing his length up close made you clench your core even harder and moan.

He liked the feeling of having your hand wrapped around his length and tried to hold back a moan but failed terribly. “Fuck~” you snapped your head up at him also realizing the height difference, you weren’t short at all but he passed average height. You slowly worked your way up as he reacted to your touch. “tighter~” he breathed out, something about him directing you set you off more than you expected. You collected spit and let it drip to his length, he bucked in your hand, “like that?” You wrapped an arm around him and stood there face to face. His cock was soft and warm, feeling his breath up against your forehead and having his hand slowly grope at your butt the sexual attraction deepened. Before you knew it Anzai lifted you by your ass with one hand to meet your lips with his. Fuck his lips were perfect too, he groaned into your mouth and sunk his nails into your ass the tighter you held his shaft. His tongue swirled perfectly around yours and you whimpered at how he began to nibble at his bottom lip.

Out of all the times, you’ve passed him in the hallway you never thought about this feeling, you try to consider all the times he must have been staring at you, how he must have heard you while you masturbated. The thought made your body hot and you tighten your grip around his neck, “You want me to make you cum” you whispered into his neck. It’s obvious you weren’t the most direct person but something about him was enough for you, “yes please, make me cum please make me cum” he whimpered and gripped you harder. You quickened your pace and moaned into his mouth, Anzai couldn’t seem to catch his breath and then let out the hardest moan before bucking into your hands and shooting out a load into your palm. You met his lips and felt how the hot cum dripped into your palm and how his dick twitched every couple of seconds. Anzai went completely silent and dropped his head. You were a bit confused about why he suddenly looked like this, before you can open your mouth he pulls you against him. His body was burning up and you could feel his defined stature against you, his heartbeat with quick, and as you began to analyze him he grabbed for your attention. “Mm~ I wanted this so bad.” He continues as he roams your body. “Every time I saw you no matter where I got hard on the thought of you. I thought about how wet your pussy would feel with my fingers inside” Anzai uses one hand to hold onto your ass and grope and the other to trace a line over your entrance through your leggings.

You moan a bit into him trying to hold back your sounds. “Just the thought of it- how hard your nipples would be if I had them in my mouth or how good my cock would look pressed against your face. “Fuck baby” he whispered into your ear and gasped in response. You tried to process all of this but failed, unable to completely take in what was happening, he slowly brought his hand into your pants and let his palm cup your pussy. You attempt to grind for friction but he wouldn’t move. It was like he was trying to hold himself back at the wrong times. It was decided that you wanted this and him so if he wanted you then there was nothing wrong with that. He laid in the crook of your neck and slowly swirled his tongue around your skin. It was perfect, he occasionally moaned to gauge a reaction out of you. Anzai, still cupped around your pussy, inserting a finger into your folds, he trailed his finger from your clit to your hole. You gripped into his hair and the other still covered in cum worked its way back to his tip slowly pumping the top causing intense wet noises to fill the room. “Baby I’m gonna make you cum. Want me to make you cum hm?” He said into your ear as you clenched under him “yes please” you moaned desperately as he quickened his pace. He held your ass when you came. All you could do was whimper at his touch. He stood up straight and took his fingers and aligned them with your mouth, “taste yourself baby” he asked nicely and tenderly ran circles at your hip and you hummed in response. You opened your mouth in reply “mhm” you said and coated his fingers in your saliva

He pulled you on him “say aah” and you mimicked him. He leans over you and spits into your mouth, he watched and groaned as the spit reached your mouth slowly, he took his fingers out and replaced your hand on his cock with his. “Leave your mouth open for me okay baby?” He takes your cum covered hand and brings it up to his mouth and one by one he sucks them clean while jerking his tip against your stomach. Watching your mouth and the spit inside he pumped quickly, you saw as he was starting to whimper. He looked at you and bent to spit in your mouth again “Fuck yes baby stay just like that” of course you didn’t want to protest. Anzai felt himself coming close, he looked at you with puppy dog eyes “can I come in your mouth baby?” You nodded and kneeled leaving your mouth open. He took the tip and smacked it over your tongue, he moaned as he pushed his tip along your tongue and was met with the spit collected. You closed your mouth around his length and began to bob your head and moan over his shaft. He tasted so good, the taste of salt filled you as you sunk till he bottomed out in your mouth. He released his load into your mouth, you collected the cum and in one motion you let his dick fall from your mouth clean it. You looked up at him and opened “fuck baby you look so good don’t you” he said as he kneeled to meet you. He slowly approached your lips and kissed you, cum still in his mouth. He swiped his tongue at your bottom lip asking for entry, his tongue met yours and swirled around the cum and spit. For a couple of minutes, you both sat there swapping a mixture of cum from in your mouths. When you finally disconnect a trail of cum and spit connected the both of you,  “Fuck  that’s so hot” Anzai watched in awe and looked over you. You looked perfect, your breasts were out in the open with nipples hardened, you only sat in sweatpants that hung low and you stared at him ready to beg. Anzai came close to your mouth again “do you want me to fuck you” he pinched one of your nipples in his hand. In response, you nodded a little too energetically but that only egged him on more. He stood up and walked you over to a chair, he sat in front of you and held his cock by the base.

You were in awe watching how Anzai sat with his legs spread open with his cock in hand. His muscles laid on his body perfectly. “Fuck baby come and sit on this cock, take this cock baby girl” he cooed and gripped your waist. You aligned yourself over his tip and shuddered as it slightly grazed your opening. You both to a second to recollect yourselves. You let the tip hit your entrance completely and gasped when you realized he wasn’t going to fit. Anzai must have picked up on this too and snapped you out of your thoughts. “Shhh, baby don’t worry, just like that, line yourself up just like that okay? Good girl, you're gonna take this cock for me like a good girl.” He waited as you slowly sunk yourself on his cock, you moaned at how filled you were becoming and he moaned at how tight you were. He lifted you back off his cock after barely hitting half and lowered you back on. Once you almost hit the base of his length he pressed your thumb against your clit, you gripped his shoulder seeking balance, and allowed him to rock you back and forth on his cock. “Awe fuck baby you’re doing so good aren’t you? Taking that cock so well I’m so proud mhm” he groaned out and leaned back in the chair. You started to rock yourself and jumped a bit on his cock causing your breasts to bounce. This was a sightsee and you felt him pulsate in you, he leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth. This felt amazing, being filled like this and having his hand on your clit made you moan out, he twirled his tongue around the bud and occasionally let it fall from his lips making a sound. He pressed his tongue completely against your nipple and area and flicked his tongue. You arched your back in response and quickened up your pace. He used his free hand to hold you at your waist for support. Feeling that you were close he looked up at you from your breasts “your gonna cum? Cum for me baby you can do it just like that. You like how that feels hm? Just like that bounce on my cock just like that ah fuck~” he dug his nails and felt himself close as well. He leaned back and watched as you bounced up and down and sweat was falling down your chest. “AH~” he hissed and his head flew back and his hips bucked, you whimpered out and clenched on his dick as you began to cum. Both of you rode out your highs as he thrust up into you and held you down making you unable to move and he released his entire load. You relax your body and slump against him. You both refused to move, he took your face into his and gradually worked his tongue in and you moaned at how he was so good with his tongue, he must have known what you were thinking and chuckled into your mouth. “Next time I’ll taste you” he ran his hand up your spine and let you nestled on his dick. You both thought the laundry room wasn’t the best most secure place but no one was coming down here.

[weluvsosa]

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

you bit down on your lip as you hovered your pussy on top of his face, hesitant to sit down because you didn’t want to hurt him. “babe i think i should jus—” he roughly grabbed your waist and pulled you down till your clit met the flat of his tongue, a small gasp coming from you. he sucked on your clit a few more times before running his tongue down to your clenching hole, licking up and down before pushing the wet muscle inside which cause you to throw your head back as you moaned loudly, fisting his hair and pushing him deeper in your cunt, much to his enjoyment.

he decided to take it a step further as he gripped on of your ass cheeks before spreading it and slowly pushing his middle finger inside, eating up your porn star like moans that echoed throughout the room along with his loud slurping and groaning. you started to grind your pussy on his tongue, feeling close to your orgasm. he could feel you clenching around his tongue, a smirk spreading across his face. “yeah that’s it, ride my fucking face baby” he mumbled into your pussy. “wanna taste all of you”

GETOU , gojo , toji , eren , CONNIE , anzai , iwaizumi , tendou , BAKUGOU , dabi , DRAKENNN , hanma , sanzu , benimaru , zoro , ace.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

So I wrote a very gross Devils’ Line fanfic. They just. They never boned and I couldn’t deal so I wrote an entirely self indulgent fuckfest. I’ll probably post it later, but yeah.

[missphanosaur18]

There NEEDS to be more Yuuki Anzai smut. I was shocked by how little there was considering the show's nature. I mean they literally connect sexual lust with blood lust. I'd write it but I suck at writing smut. 😭

[soratoninn]

guess I have to write some yuuki anzai smut considering there’s barely any on here

[ziosukiiii]

qimir finds a way to get you to join the dark side...

he holds your lucisious thighs back to capture the beauty of your fat pussy. using his fingers to pinch the beautiful brown mounds of your nipple, nipping and sucking them leaving little marks all around your body. he whispers sweet nothings in your ears whilst giving your swollen clit teasing licks. he loves watching you writhe and scurry under him, he needs it, he craves it. which is why most times to spicy things up he has you wear his mask, to deprive you of your senses and force you to feel things more intimately using the force. and he fucking loves it. he laughs watching grind your hips into nothingness until you are forced to use the force to push his head down into your needy little pussy thats gushing just for him. then from there he feasts. he nips and suck your needy little bud, his tongue occasionally teasing at your entrance... both of them😋. he slides fingers in your tight little cunt and quickly finds your g-spot, repeating proding at it. the sound of the wetness and your desperate moans fill the room. only further contributing to your wetness.

he whispers things like.

"fuck, this beautiful little pussy just for me"

"you're being such a good little slut f'me y'know that?"

"mmhm, just like that baby"

"you taste heavenly baby, i cant stop eating this perfect little pussy"

"you were made f'me baby, jus f'me"

and even after you come he wont stop. not until hes finished at least....

[honeeslust]

First Taste | 10.1

STARRING: Anzai Yuuki (devils line)

SYNOPSIS: Anzai gets his first taste of her.

TW/KINK: Vampire x human, blood sharing

🖤 I’m starting with a super short one but trust. There will be some gems for sure.

🖤 WC -1k

There was always some level of restraint to be exercised whenever Anzai fucked. He spent so much time hating who he was instead of embracing it.

She had to teach him that she was not some glass doll. That he didn't need to treat her like she'd be so easily broken. She feigned for his darkness that he'd made every effort to keep it hidden.

It wasn't like he wasn't good. He never left her unsatisfied. But there was something missing. How could he ever be sated if he wasn't properly fed? He was a vampire. Wasn't the whole point to indulge?

She wasn't backing down until she could see him tipping over the edge. So this time, when he was balls deep in her pussy ready to make her cum, she took her chance.

Bite me, Anzai, She cursed biting down on her lip while her fingers plucked at her nipples.

He never once asked for this, but she knew he wanted to. She knew how much he held back to keep from hurting her.

Anzai couldn't believe what she was saying to him, but he also couldn't ignore how good it felt to think about the taste of her.

Her scent had always driven him mad and it scared him. If he tasted her, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

But now, she had invited him to do it. She was tempting him to finally feed that carnivorous hunger that lurked just beneath the surface.

Don't you wanna taste what's yours ?

She was daring him and he wasn't able to resist. How could her when he could hear her pulse loud in his ears, thrumming perfectly in sync with the way he was propelling himself into her.

He was keen on every intricacy. — The way she arched, the way she breathed, even the way she trembled when his incisors finally pierced her pretty neck.

This first taste changed him. It allowed him to ignore the way his conscience had tried to stop him from letting himself lose any more control than he already had. She tasted just as good as she smelled.

Again his conscious told him he was going to far, that he should stop before he hurt her. But how could he do that when the blood ran so smooth and hot down his throat and rushed straight to his swollen cock that fucked sloppily in and out of her needy cunt.

She gasped, savoring the pain that overtook her  pleasure. She pleaded for him not to stop, she even encouraged him to take more and more and more until he was feverishly fucking her stupid and having his first taste of ecstasy.

He bottomed out, sucking up more of her intoxicating life force, accepting the seering reformation of his immortal body as his blood rushed to every part of his body. As he consumed her every muscle in his body roared with newfound vigor, giving him unknown strength.

He willed himself to stop and released her neck with pop and her eyes flashed with a sudden panic as she shuddered. "Anzai" she breathed barely able to speak as the racing heart pumped blood all over his bed.

Anzai was growing more and more feral and his lust drove him further.

She cried out to him again. Infatuated with the way he made her body feel like it was something to be ravaged. He picked her up, her blood still seeping from the punctures on her neck. Trails of her essence spilled down her body as she shook uncontrollably around him nearing her end again.

Blood red eyes burned into her own. She was losing her mind as his heady pace started building that heady pressure yet again. Anzai, cum inside.She implored him, tightening her legs around his hips.

Anzai held onto her waist, squeezing tight enough to mark her flesh and pulled her perfect form down onto him as his hips rutted in perpetually deep thrusts. He snarled revealing his beautiful jagged fanged smile to her and she shattered.

She took him so deep that he couldn't pull out. He held her down on his cock as the pearly liquid coated her insides.

He laid her body down in the bed, her shallow breaths becoming weaker. Anzai trailed the lines of the blood that streaked down her torso. He licked the sweet slick from his finger and his lust unfurled again.

New blood poured from her neck as her weakened body fell limp. She tried to speak, but her voice faltered under the weight of every breath she fought to take. She was drifting now. — Going happily.

The cotton sheets were inked by her blood and his senses took in the overwhelming scent of her essence in the air. If he didn't help her soon, she'd bleed out.

But he just had to have one more taste.

Just…one…more…

Taste

From the blood room 🩸

[thoughtsareclouded]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Devils’ Line (Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Anzai Yuuki, Midori Anzai, Kurasawa (Devils’ Line), Kurtz (Devils’ Line) Additional Tags: First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Restraints, Vampires, Human/Vampire Relationship, VictUuri, Victuri, victor with a c, Top Katsuki Yuuri, Bottom Victor Nikiforov, References to Switching, Smut, safe sex, Crossover Summary: Yuri is a vampire and Victor is a human. Yuri’s vampirism makes sex challenging because arousal causes his vampiric instincts to kick in and he risks hurting Victor. Victor and Yuri have enlisted the help of the researchers at ONL to make sure their first time is safe for both of them. Set in the Devils’ Line universe.

[roleplayfinder]

Hi there! Looking for an 18+ rp partner (willing to show proof) to rp Shinya Kogami x Akane Tsunemori (Psycho Pass) and/or Anzai Yuuki x Tsukasa Taira (Devil's Line) where I will be portraying the girls. Angst, drama, fluff, smut, all that good stuff would be great! I rp through discord and you can add me on there! My tag is croissant#4630. I'm willing to show my proof of age as well! Pictures/addresses can be blacked out. :)

croissant#4630

[ziosukiiii]

unpopular opinion: taking a long shit after a long day is the best release ever. it simply cannot be topped.

[ziosukiiii]

why is everyone so biphobic lately? especially black women towards men. also why does everyone think its gay as a man to paint your nails idk i think its cute