That_Fuckass_Fish_Boy

Shadow Milk is blabbing, as he does. Though, not like Pure Vanilla minds. In fact, Shadow Milk would say that he is quite enjoying himself. 

The blush dusting his cheeks, his icing hair gracing his head. Why, you might just say he looks beautiful. His husband sure agrees.

He tucks another bite of Omurice into his mouth, yabbering stopping briefly. They haven’t been married long, maybe two years. A fine wedding, with most attending. Customized dresses, royal blue suits, beautiful helpers. The honeymoon phase has long passed, yet the needs that occur with the period haven’t stopped much.

While Pure Vanilla can hold off like the gentle man he is, Shadow Milk seems to be struggling with his needs containment more.

His hand rubbing up and down Pure Vanilla’s thigh, fingers grazing high and higher. The pale skin under his skirt getting revealed slowly, only earning a playful glare from the man.

Though that glare definitely changes when his hand makes his way to his inner thigh. Slow and small circle round his lower pelvis, Pure Vanilla shifting awkwardly.

“Blue Berry, my dear, may I ask what you think you’re doing to me?” He gently grabs his hand, tugging it down with a small giggle.

“Cmon Nilla! We’re married, I had to wait so long just for a molecule of lust from you-“ Shadow Milk cuts himself off with a playful hum, pushing his hand back up his love’s thigh playfully.

Vanilla smiles quietly, pushing his skirt back down and standing up.

“If you insist… may as well be inside instead of out here.”

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Its a quick walk inside before Shadow Milk’s hips are pressed against his lover’s deeply, sharp but slow thrusts pulsing through his insides.

“M-mmh…” His high moans slip through his lips, gasp slowly increasing with frequency.

Pure Vanilla’s hips get thrusted up higher, thighs aching subtly. Face flushed, eyes clenched, lips trembling.

“What? Can’t handle my beauty?” A playful grin spreads across his face, yet his hips stuttering breaking his confident stride.

The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin fills the room, slow and deep movements leaving both men gasping. A particularly striking thrust shooting Pure Vanilla’s arms up, hands reaching to grasp Shadow Milk’s shoulders. His nails subtly digging into skin as his back arches.

“Blue b-bird~” A desperate gasp leaving his throat, a blue hand wrapping around to squeeze his thick length. Fast and soft strokes round the slick skin, the weight of pressure in his stomach growing expeditiously.

Shadow Milk’s hips pause suddenly, though it doesn’t last long. “Keep moaning and grabbing me like that and we won’t make it to round two, Nilly~”

As if to prove his point, his hand tenses around the smooth skin. A weak whimper escaping his love’s throat at the thought.

“Doing such a good job..” 

Despite Pure Vanilla’s lack of a reply, it seems to have the intended effect. His gasps increase, nails digging sharper and sharper into his shoulders with each desperate grind.

The first spurt of cum releases after a particularly deep jab, a high pitched whine escaping the covered man. His abdomen twitches in quick succession.

“Aww.. couldn’t wait for me?” Shadow Milk quips, suppressing the quiver threatening to give away his need. His hand never stops moving, only slowing down as his Love gets louder and louder.

Though, he doesn’t last much longer. With a quiet grunt, he releases deep into Pure Vanilla, finally releasing him from his tight grasp.

“God, I love you.” 

“I love you too..”

———

The bandage wraps around his leg again, blood brandishing the fabric. Kurogiri hums, his wisps wavering softly.

You can’t see Shigaraki’s face over the hand.

“Tomura this isn’t what I stand for, not even what Stain stands for.” You pause, clenching.

“What are you talking about…”

“I’ve dedicated the last few years towards your cause. Towards you. And yet all you care about is killing All Might and whatever the fuck his quirk could be”

He scratches his neck, turning away from you. “This is what it’s always been about…”

“We attacked high school students! Fifteen year old and sixteen year old children… they aren’t even legal heroes.” Your voice cracks.

He finally meets your eyes, though they lack any softness you’ve ever seen from him.

“You knew the goal. You know our role. Hero or hero student, they’re just NPC’s in a bigger plot…”

Kurogiri glances up quietly, finishing the roll of bandages. 

“You got shot! Imagine if Snipe wanted to kill you, if one of the heroes were closer.” Don’t cry. Do not cry. “I can’t lose you because of this- this shitty plan!”

“Shut. Up.” He scratches harder. “You do not get to-“

“Do not tell me to shut up! I am sick of you valuing what your master wants over everyone including yourself.” You pause to catch your breath.

“If you do not like it. Then you can leave.” That stops Kurogiri. That stops everyone infact.

“…Am I-I that useless to you..?”

He doesn’t answer.

“…If you died… and I couldn’t prevent it… I would kill myself after…” You pause taking a shaky deep breath, “w-would you do the same for me…?”

“…”

Was this all a game to him… were you a game..?

———

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Your foot hooks the root roughly, body slamming to the dirt. A scream tearing from your throat before it’s dulled by the fingers being shoved into your mouth and down your throat.

“Calm down Doll…” He rasps in your ear, “Just a little scrape.”

They curl in the back of your throat, pressing against your pallet. A dry heave forces its way up before sticking near his fingers, grit rubbing against your teeth.

Light catches his face as he forces his knee into your side, a grin spread over his face at the water lines dripping to his hand. His fingers pull out of your mouth, only to be replaced by a rag.

The tears pour down your face, desperately kicking at him to no avail. 

“That’s a good girl, listening so well. They all run the first few times…” A shiver runs up your spine, a soft smile crossing your lips.

Luckily, he doesn’t notice. Your weak “struggling” slowing as he tosses you over his shoulder easily. You always did like them stronger.

It’s okay to pretend, would hate to disappoint Price. You’ve come to know him very well over the past few months. The charcoal after shave he uses to the photos of you lining his walls.

You’d hate to have this game end so early.

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