#d gray man fanfic

[georgiapeach30513]

With Your Touch, Part 8

Summary: There's some things that need to be discussed

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, teasing, fingering, degradation, praise kink, humiliation kink, toy play, slight voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cum play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of spanking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.1K

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Lloyd leans into Lyla’s bedroom, smiling at you unable to leave her. You don’t say anything, or even move, you just stare at the precious Lyla Bee. A soft smile turns your mouth up. So often you show your love for her. It isn’t something you have to do, it’s something you choose to do daily. It’s the sexiest thing you can do. You love an extension to him.

He’d have to make it official. Eventually give Lyla a sibling. He’s enjoying playing with your body, but he seriously can’t wait to see you swollen with him. To see you around your father and he understands the love that the two of you have. And he knows what a good girl that you are.

Lloyd fully intends on exploring your sweet obedient ways. He wants to push you to your limits, with your complete consent as well. “She’s so beautiful,” you coo down at your daughter. You don’t want anything in this world to ever harm her. If you could keep her this little you would. Freeze time so everything stays this sweet always.

It’s an odd thing to accept that she wants you to be her mom, but also Lloyd. There’s no way that you could love her any more than you do, even if you birthed her. You could spend hours just looking at her. Watching how her lips pucker up, and she even makes smacking noises with her mouth when she’s extra tired. She learns something new everyday, and you don’t want to miss a second of her life.

Lloyd walks up behind you, wrapping both arms around your front. He settles his chin on your shoulder to stare at this beautiful angel with you. “She really is. She’s spectacular.”

“I don’t think her wants her daddy to go back to work,” Lloyd knows exactly what you’re trying to pull. You’ve been laying it on thick all week about his returning to work.

“I think her mama is trying to guilt trip her daddy into not leaving.”

“But it’ll be lonely out here,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know that you're pouting. He doesn’t want to ignore your fears, but also doesn’t want to let you know that this is fully working on him. He’d almost choose to never go back. But you need boundaries. And he has no problem giving them to you, and also enforcing them.

He inhales swiftly, turning his head to kiss on your neck, “I’m going to make it a point to come home every night. Sometimes maybe every other night,” you groan, pushing your ass into his back, and your eyes go wide. His soft kiss turns to a nibble on your neck as he walks you out of her bedroom.

“Why are you hard?”

Groaning, he cups your covered mound, and you whimper. His hands are so large. You’ve had them in you. You still haven’t gotten used to that. Lloyd Hansen has been inside of you. Swimming inside of you. “Lloyd?” You whimper, and he drops his arms from around you, sitting on the couch with a plop, and you see his tightened jeans. “Lloyd!”

“Oh, shut up,” it’s playful, he grins at you. He rubs his hand over his bulge, smiling, “You know, when she goes to sleep, it’s time for mama and daddy to have fun,” the sinful bastard, “But first, we need to establish some boundaries.”

Your brow raises, while you look at him inquisitively, “Dolly, it’s just to make sure that I never take advantage of your trust. You have no idea the ways I want to play and use your body, but you have to give me permission.”

“You have it,” you earnestly answer. Your feet swish back and forth, eyes going glassy as you stare at him. Naturally going into a submissive state, Lloyd has a deep urge to destroy you like this. Just so he can lift you back up. He can’t take advantage of something your body naturally craves.

“You truly don’t understand. Sit,” listening immediately, Lloyd grins, “Good girl. You listen well,” you preen, leaning towards him. “You do well with praise. Noted,” he hums, staring over your body a moment. You’re so reactive to him. Sitting up straighter, and shoulders shimmying. That slight smile tickling the edges of your plump mouth.

“I have very distinct — needs,” that didn’t sound bad. “I haven’t done relationships, and I fear that I could be too much,” that could be putting it lightly. He’s extremely needy, and is prone to stress. He needs you to unwind.

“Why’s that?”

“There’s this bit of a humiliation mixed in with degradation that I enjoy,” inhaling sharply, you find yourself staring at the fabric of the couch. You didn’t know how to press him for more information. “Do you want to be my slut?” You tremble, but nod your head. “Why?”

“I’m just yours?”

“Just mine.”

“That’s why,” Lloyd smirks, “If I asked you to stop, would you?” He makes a weird noise with his mouth, looking up at you, “What does that mean?”

“Sometimes in intense sessions, you say stop because you feel it’s what you should say, but you desperately don’t want me to stop. Hence, the need for a safe word, and the need for me to read your body language. Safe word?”

You think long and hard. You know it needs to be something you wouldn’t normally say out loud. Something easy to remember, easy to say, easy for him to understand even if you whisper it. “Nightingale,” Lloyds eyes blink rapidly, and you’re afraid you said something wrong.

“It’s beautiful,” the smile that lights up your face has him feeling all fuzzy in his stomach. The way your body reacts to him is too addictive. You’re more dangerous than he ever thought about being, “The nightingale is often associated with Venus. I think that’s perfect for you.”

“What do you mean by humiliation?”

Lloyd hisses between his teeth. His hands drag up his thighs, that one is a bit more complicated, “When my fingers are buried so deep into your cunt, do you want me to tell you that you’re taking my fingers like my sloppy little slut?” You look just like a puppy. Nodding your head, and scooting closer to Lloyd. “Do you want me to make you clean up your mess with your tongue for my own enjoyment before I let you fuck yourself with my cock?”

Gulping you nod, “Yes.”

“What about what I mentioned last night? Put the toy version of my cock inside of you, pulling your panties up, and asking you to pour me some bourbon. Maybe ask you to get on your knees to wipe something out of the floor, and I can stare at that toy puckering out your lingerie while you crawl around?”

“My god, yes,” you’re such a slut. Maybe it’s a slut for him. Possibly a slut for the praise, but regardless, a slut. “Yes. I want to play with the little Lloyd toys.”

He chuckles. Reaching over to a drawer, and retrieves out the little toy. He’s bright pink. “Ooh! I want to call him LJ,” it didn’t take a genius to know why you wanted to call the toy that. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to behave, and listen. Stop pouting,” his voice is still soft, but the command is obvious. “I want you free use,” you furrow your brows, staring into his eyes. “Anytime I want you, I can use you. With discretion of course. I will never fully share you. I will never let another man look upon your body if you don’t want it. I-I,” he stutters, “I want you to explore your sexuality. If you want someone to join us, I would consider it, but everything is with your say so.”

“Wait another man in the bed with us?” he watches your face intently. Making note of how you’re not disgusted, you’re curious.

“Or woman,” you scrunch your nose up, shaking your head no, “It’s not that bad.”

“I just don’t want to share you.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. But sometimes we just have to get it in when we can, and if you’re dripping with my seed, you’ll just have to suck it up, even if people are around,” you are a peculiar and funny little thing. Trying to work out different scenarios. “Let’s say that there is a visitor here, and we’re in the middle of something. We finish up as much as we can. But maybe I can’t fully clean you up. I get off on knowing that you're soaked in my cum, while we have company.”

“Yes,” one simple word is all that he needs to hear. You are truly a slut for him. For wearing him. He reaches over towards you, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you pull it off with so much enthusiasm. Lloyd leans over just a bit for an open mouth kiss on each nipple. Kissing and sucking on the tender flesh until they’re peaked and pebbled up.

“Take off your bottoms,” you listen. “Such an obedient little one. Now, turn around. I want you laying back on my thigh,” this time you don’t move as quickly. Stubbing up and pouting at him. Refusing to listen to his command, and he slaps at the side of your rear. “Behave, and do as I said, so I can play with you and LJ.”

You may huff, but you listen. Laying back on him, and he taps on your thighs to spread your legs wide open. “What other colors of the little Lloyds are there?”

He leans over your body, gazing intently at your split before he barely flicks your sensitive pearl, “One is blue, and the other is purple,” he is too enthralled in your clit, and you’re becoming too aroused to pay attention. “What are their names?”

“Umm…”

Waiting too long, he squeezes your bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to arch your back in surprise, “What are their names?”

“L-L-Leonard,” that isn’t what he was expecting. “The blue one, he’s Leonard. The purple is — he’s,” you look down your body, watching as Lloyd plays with you. Comparing the thickness of his fingers to your body. But it’s not overtly sexual. He’s having fun exploring your folds. “His name is — Lennon.”

All L names. You would do that. “You do realize I could have you airtight without me ever being inside of you? I could have LJ in your tight little pussy, Leonard in your ass, and Lennon in your mouth. Watching you go dumb on three cocks that might be shaped like me, but they’re not. And then if you get extra desperate, I could push myself in your cunt. Right beside LJ. Do you think you can handle four of my cocks?”

“No,” he plunges a finger into your warmth, and you try To capture his eyes. He didn’t look disappointed, but he does seem less animated. You don’t like seeing him like that. You want him to look proud, “But I would try.”

“Such an eager little whore. That’s why I like you, you know. You would do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” Breathlessly you answer him. Nodding your head as he dips another finger into your body. Having you spread out, naked, and vulnerable is his favorite. He’s fully clothed, but he gets to look at the work of art that is you.

Venturing deeper into your cunt, he watches your face with every small movement he makes. Learning what makes you tick, and what you enjoy. Listening to the change of your breathing, and the slight differences in your sounds. And then pulls out of you too soon. He caresses your lips with his fingers, making the pillows look glossy with your essence. And then his meaty fingers go into his mouth where he sucks off the rest of your honey, “Hmm, you taste so sweet.”

He licks his lips, reaching over to grab LJ, and brings it to your mouth, and you suck on him enthusiastically. Trying to show him how much of the toy you can take, but he pulls it out of your mouth, and lowers it to your entrance. Lloyd teases the toy around your hole, and without commandment, you spread out further. Angling your body for easier entrance. He slowly breeches through your walls.

His mouth falls open right along with yours as he studies your body opening up, and accommodating him, LJ. The sounds that your body makes is a symphony, ringing in your home. He becomes obsessed with you. Pushing and pulling out the hot pink toy. Your slick coats the fake version of him. Each push into you, he goes deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Until he can push it in balls deep, and he holds it there. You took every inch. Every thick veiny inch of the fake him. His free hand cups your breast, and he pinches on your swollen nipple. Perfect. You take him so well. While you may have your toys, he has you as his toy. The things he could do to you. It’s not even innately about sex with you as much as giving you pleasure. He finds pleasure in that.

You’re so reactionary to being filled with him that it nearly makes him weak thinking about you waddling around the house with this stupid dick inside of you. Have you get on all fours while you simulate backing up on him. God, your body is immaculate.

“Lloyd,” you pant out, looking between him, and the immobile toy. You need something else, and he’s not giving it to you. It’s both frustrating, and hot as fuck, and it confuses your brain, “Lloyd? Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I want to come.”

“You’re such a sweet girl. Can I just play with you?” Your body needs some release. It needs anything besides this torturous nothingness. “Why don’t you play with your clit, and let me just watch you get yourself off.”

His eyes look over to the clock, and he smiles. Still holding that stupid toy fully in you. The depth of it gives your belly a funny feeling. An ache you can’t explain. It doesn’t hurt, it’s not fully uncomfortable, but it is different. “Use both hands. Spread those lips far apart, and let me see that cute little swollen clit of yours.”

You follow his instructions. Letting him see the button before creating tight circles on your body. Your hips start to buck up as you imitate sex. Rocking on the couch just to make your tits bounce. Putting on a show for him so he will want to fuck you. Will want to at least let you come.

Your body climbs with pleasure, and you close your eyes. Envisioning that he is hovering over you. Pushing his length as deep as he can, and a lewd moan escapes your puckered lips. He feels so good deep in your body. He feels good with his weight over you. Filling you up with every inch of him, and with his load right in your belly. “Daddy, I’m so close.”

“There you go, princess. You’re right there aren’t you?” Giving him a head nod, he takes his hand off the toy. Bringing both of them to your tits, and he tweaks, and pinches them. Watching as your swaying body creates the friction with the toy you needed. Sucking the hot pink rod into your body, and lifting up so it pulls out. Little desperate slut, “Such a needy little slut. You’re taking every inch of that pretty little cock. But…”

Lloyd doesn’t get to finish his sentence. His fingers let go of your tits, and he pulls your hands off your body. Keeping them spread so you can’t touch yourself, but your body still searches for movement. “Shh,” he says, but you’re too busy trying to jump over the edge of euphoria. “Dolly, don’t you hear the doorbell ringing?”

“What?” You halt. Listening with haggard breaths, and the doorbell rings again. “Lloyd, no!”

“Don’t pout. Just get dressed. Leave the dick inside of you,” you gawk at him. “I said what I said, Dolly. Dressed, with the dick still inside your body. “It’s just Ari. He arrives almost directly on the dot when I ask him.”

You sit up, starting to pull the wretched pink toy out of your body, and Lloyd tsks you. “I don’t want this in me when Ari is here.”

“Do you remember what we said just moments before?”

“Yeah, but you tricked me. You knew he was coming tonight.”

He actually rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your chin, “What’s your safe word?” You shake your head no, “Either say it, or put your fucking clothes on,” you stare at him a moment, unmoving. “Each second I count is how many spankings you’re getting. One,” you don’t dare move. You can be just as stubborn as him. “Two. Three. Four. Five.”

You cross your arms over your chest. Trying to ignore him. “Six. Seven.”

“Fine!” Your voice is a bit raised as you reach for your shorts. Leaving the panties in the floor, and hope they embarrass him. And you grab your shirt. Asshole. He sits there with his legs crossed looking awfully proud of himself. “Aren’t you going to open the door?” You ask him. He got too comfortable, and now you’re dressed, and still aching to find some release that is just right out of your grasp.

“Nope. You are,” your mouth falls open. “Go on, princess. Let daddy’s friend in. He’s been waiting on you to act like the good girl I know you are,” fucking tease. Standing up. You wince. Not in pain but because the movement sends an odd sense of pleasure through your body. “Ari’s waiting. Go on, waddle for me, baby.”

You aren’t going to waddle. You won’t give him the satisfaction. You’re going to walk very oddly, sure. But you hold your chin up high. Refusing to let him know you see his cocky little smile as you make your way to the front door. Smiling up at Ari as you open the door.

His eyes drift down your front with a smirk before he walks past you and into the living room. And you stand at the front door, trying to regulate your breathing. You aren’t going to let him see you struggle. “Sweetheart, Ari and I would like something to drink.”

The fucking asshole. This is so wrong, and still there’s that part of you that enjoys it way too much. A sexual secret that you and Lloyd share, while you have company. Knowing that Lloyd knows what is inside of you. Wonder how he’d feel if Ari knew. If Ari saw. You get the most devilish grin on your face. You didn’t care if people knew that Lloyd could destroy you with his dick. And Ari is bound to know all the sick twisted ways Lloyd gets off.

“Did you mean for her to answer the door with her nipples hard as a rock?” Ari motions his head toward the discarded panties on the floor. Lloyd would get you all worked up right before Ari came here. Edging is his favorite hobby.

“You should see my dick,” Ari rolls his eyes as he settles back into the couch, and then he makes a face of disgust before moving to the chair. “Why did you do that?”

“You’re on a couch with a hard on. Your girlfriend is walking around in short shorts, bra less, and nipples protruding. And that spot was warm,” chuckling, Lloyd pops his fingers into his mouth, moaning, “You’re truly sick. You know that?”

“Have you seen her?”

“I think you’ve seen enough of her,” Lloyd scoffs. His crystal eyes roam down the hall, trying to listen to hear what you’re doing. He hopes you’re fucking yourself. Knowing how frustrated you are, he hopes you’re doing something to get yourself off. He’ll watch the footage when Ari leaves.

“Lloyd, everyone is getting restless. You either need to take an extended break, and let me resume power, or come back. But the mercenaries need to know what’s going on. You can’t hole up here with your slut forever.”

“You’re not saying that in a derogatory way are you?” Ari shakes his head no. “I mean, she is my slut. She’s my girlfriend, Lyla’s mom, my future baby mama, future wife,” Ari clears his throat, “What?”

“That’s another thing. Someone got wind of Candy sniffing around. Me thinks she knows how much you’re worth, and either she’ll hold Lyla over yours and her head, or you’ll have to pay her off.”

“Write her a check,” Lloyd grunts suddenly. The idea of that woman coming and taking Lyla from you is sick. She didn’t even give her daughter a name!

“See the problem with women like her, she’ll always come back for more. You need it legally settled that you and Dolly are her parents. The lawyers are drawing up a petition for adoption. You know, it’ll need to be legal. She will come back.”

“Then I’ll put a bullet through her head,” he’s so annoying and ridiculous that Ari can’t even comprehend his little tyraid. “She won’t have our daughter. Lyla doesn’t even know her. Do you know who puts her to bed every night? Who bathes her every day? Pushes her in that stupid expensive pram? Goes to mommy and me classes for singing and yoga? Who is teaching her to walk? And who has been planning a first birthday party for her? Not some fucking whore who wasn’t worth the money I paid, and who poked fucking holes in the goddamn condoms.”

You flinch walking back into the living room. Getting an apology from both men. You take a deep breath, handing Ari’s bourbon on the rocks to him, and definitely not waddling to Lloyd to give him his. He pulls you nearly into his lap. Leaning you so far onto him, your ass is pointing towards Ari, and you playfully look towards him. He sees it. See the outline of Lloyd’s little dick inside of you.

His lips curve up into a devilish smile, and he raises his brows. Holding his cup up as if to cheers you, and you wiggle your as a bit. Smiling right back before Lloyd smacks over the protruding toy, and you lift up, moaning so loud that Ari chokes on his bourbon. Your face heats up with the most delightful embarrassment and you hide it in Lloyd’s chest.

“Stop looking,” he warns Ari, who still refuses to look away.

“Stop putting it out on a platter for me to stare at,” Lloyd is too fast. Reaching into your shorts, he tugs out the toy, and drops it onto the coffee table. Leaving Ari to stare at something besides yourself. Now it’s a hot pink replica of Lloyd’s cock, shining in the light, and soaked with your honey, and…

“I knew it,” he whispers more to you, even if Ari hears it. “Now that everyone can get their mind out of the fucking gutter. Dolly, Ari tells me we may have some issues with Lyla Bee’s birth mother. It seems she is pushing for leverage, and she’s using our daughter.”

You sit up immediately. Going into mama bear protective mode, despite the soaked dildo on the table. “She won’t take my daughter.”

“Ari doesn’t seem to think paying her off is enough.”

“It won’t be,” Ari raises his cup towards you. “No, it won’t. Women like her know that you would pay anything to keep our daughter with us. She’ll know your weak spot, our weak spot.”

“So she needs a bullet in her head,” that isn’t at all what you meant.

“No!” Ari bursts out laughing, but you’re serious. “I know what you do. But maybe — I think we need, I mean if you’re okay with it, but maybe we should do something legal. I mean what if I adopted her. If she’s legally mine there’s nothing that woman can do, right?”

“Thank you!” Ari raises his hands up, and looks at Lloyd, “She gets it. So, I’ll talk to the lawyers and get the ball rolling. We’ll tell them the address of Dolly and Lyla are to be held off as long as possible. You know you’ll have to go through a background check, and,” he grimaces, looking at the stupid forgotten toy again, “It’ll probably be easier if you’re married.”

“Oh,” you answer in surprise, looking up at Lloyd who remains emotionless. his control on his emotions can be frustrating, “That will be something we’ll have to discuss. But — whatever it takes. I need my daughter,” it’s amazing how quickly you accepted her as yours. With as much time as you spent with her, it just made sense. And now you also get to share her dad. “Is that why you came by?”

“Yeah. And Lloyd promised me a show of you fucking yourself with the dildo,” you’re stunned. Unable to look at either one of them, and Lloyd is no help. He’s completely frozen in place.

“Maybe next time.”

“I was only kidding. I know he has a weird little obsession with his dick, and his toys,” the toys of his dick, or you as the toy? You aren’t sure how Ari means, or if he means both. Doesn’t matter. “I’m sure I’m going to leave, and he will make you perform for him though, and I suppose he’ll want to look and see how wide your cunt is spread,” Lloyd clears his throat.

“Have the two of you watched a girl do that together?” Ari answers yes quickly, while Lloyd groans. “Oh. So you’re really close?” The two seem close. Possibly more than colleagues because who watches a girl masturbate with their best friend with them?

“We didn’t have sex with her at the same time. It was more or less entertainment, and you’re not a paid for show. Anyways,” leaning forward, he places the cup on the table before lifting himself up. “You two have fun with that conversation,” and he leaves.

You swallow deeply, keeping your eyes on LJ. Contemplating how you want to start this conversation. “Do you want to share me?”

“I want you to be happy, and I’ll do whatever experiences you want to keep you that way. If you don’t want Ari to see you riding the toy, or just playing with yourself, you don’t have to. It is not a requirement, and I’m perfectly satisfied with that. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I do enjoy watching you pleasure yourself. I enjoy staving off my own arousal to watch you get off. I like that desperate feeling when I finally sink into you.”

Inhaling deeply, you take off your shirt, and step out of your shorts. Grabbing up the dildo of Lloyd, you suction it to the floor, and stand over it. Keeping your eyes on Lloyd, and he scoots the table to the side, and leans back on the couch. Your knees slowly bend as you sink to the floor. You’re not performing. You’re just watching him. Seeing what it is he truly likes.

Getting to your knees, you hover over the nine inches that make up Lloyd before sinking over him. He stares so hard at the toy splitting you open. He doesn’t even touch himself. He just watches as you slowly bounce over it. “Would you want Ari to see me like this?”

“Would you want him to?” He answers a question with a question, so you pinch your nipples. Trying to make him squirm, but it does nothing.

“Possibly.”

“Then maybe,” infuriating. He can’t even fully answer.

“Would you would want Ari to fuck me?” Straight forward is the best way.

Lloyd sucks in a beat of air, “I’d prefer he didn’t.”

“Would you want Ari to watch you fuck me?”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but only if you wanted it, and were comfortable,” at least he’s being honest. Lloyd’s kink isn’t about sharing you. It’s about showing off what he has.

“Would you let Ari touch me, while you’re fucking me?”

“You know Ari is a bit of a cuck, right?” Your brow raises as you look at him. “Ari enjoys watching people have sex. He enjoys fingering a woman when she’s filled with cum so he can make a mess of her used hole. He enjoys writing on her body how much of a slut she is before he watches a man fucks a load into her. Or him. He doesn’t care who is getting fucked. He likes watching. He enjoys cleaning cum out of her pussy. He enjoys fucking women, and men fucking him. Ari enjoys the art of voyeurism that turns into participation. He enjoys the art and beauty of sex and pleasure. It’s not about love as much as it is about enjoyment. So tell me Dolly, do you want Ari to finger you while eating my cum out of your swollen pussy?”

You don’t know how to answer that. It’s so much information all at once. It’s raw and vulgar. It’s hot as fuck. But to have someone do that to you, you just don’t even know. It’s too much happening at once. Way too much. “You don’t have to answer now. But now that you understand Ari’s odd little choices in sex…”

“Have you ever fucked Ari?”

There’s a bit of a hesitation before Lloyd shakes his head, “No. It’s not like that. He participates, yes. But…”

“Your love has remained platonic?”

“I think you think he’s a third. Ari has no problems finding partners. But he enjoys the ways that I can degrade, humiliate, and praise a sub all at once. You couldn’t handle him,” you didn’t know what that meant, and you no longer have a desire to discuss Ari. You want Lloyd inside of you immediately.

“Fuck me,” he cocks up an eyebrow, smiling. “Fuck me like you love me,” he stands. Removing his shirt, and pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time. The pretty cock springs free as he walks out of his pants and towards you, and lifts you right off the toy, and onto his own cock. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom.

He crawls the two of you onto the mattress, and lays you down gently. His body weight lowering on top of yours. Lloyd uses his nose to pet around your face. Smoothing his skin across the perimeter of your jaw, inhaling your scent as he lifts your arms above your head. Weaving his fingers in yours before he rolls himself in and out of you.

A steady rhythm of thrusting. He’s so soft and deliberate with his movements. Continuing to trace your face with his nose. Whispering your name, “I love you. We don’t have to invite anybody into our sex life. You’re more than enough. And I need you to understand that. If you don’t want Ari to ever see you in the position he did tonight, I need you to vocalize that, okay?”

“Okay,” you pant out. Arching your back to take more of him. You want him all over you.

“You can take all the time in the world to decide that. You can change your mind at any time,” the idea of Ari is exciting to him, but not necessary. Especially if it meant losing you. That is what mattered; you and Lyla. Not some kinky sex and cum play.

“I know,” he knows this is the worst time to try and get you to comprehend what could be a difficult sex life. But he isn’t lying. It isn’t a performance. You’re his obsession. Just you. You are more than enough for him. “What did you know earlier?” your chest heaves as you try and get the question out. “When you took LJ out of me.”

“You left your cream on the toy,” he laughs up against your neck. His mouth and hips are both a work of art, and the most sinful parts of him. “You got yourself off before you came back into the living room didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he bites your neck, starting to suck on the skin hard. “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Tell the truth,” he demands before sucking even harder. Sending every synapse in your brain into overdrive.

“Yes! Yes, I was leaning over the counter, and — and I was — I was — Lloyd!” He stops his movements, and you squeal. “Stop!”

“Then answer me.”

He starts a steady pace again, and then pounds into you so hard you see stars. His pace changes to slow, but rough jabbing movements, “I was just playing with my clit, and — and humping air. I was pretending it was you. Daddy!”

You’re wrecked. His movements are so slow, but they hit every right spot. Maybe it’s the blinding stabs into you that has every muscle in your body tightening up. He fucks into you so hard that the hairs on your body stands up, your toes curl, and your fingernails dig into his hands. You wish you could touch some other part of his body. You’re a goner.

Each thrust becomes harder. Deeper. Just. Right. There.

In. The. Perfect. Spot.

“Daddy!” Everything blurs. Lines disappear, and your body is numb with pleasure. Breathing so erratically as stars light up your vision. “Daddy!”

Jolting your body up the bed higher. Until your hands hit the head board, and he drops them. Slamming his hands above you, and he rockets himself into you. Pounding you so hard that your body lurches higher on the bed. Your head starts to knock against the padded board, and you start speaking in tongue to the heavens above as pleasure so deep in your body locks your bones into place.

Lloyd grunts, gritting his teeth as he remains pistoning into your clenching cunt. Your body is locked down, and this high lasts so long that you forget how to breathe. How to even be a human. Bright light floods into your mind, and then a loud, “Fuuuck,” before warmth spews inside of you, and your walls pulse around his cock. Milking him dry.

“My god, if you want me to marry you, I’d do it tomorrow,” you hum as he settles over you. He kisses around your neck. Using his fingers to trace the delicate lines on your neck and collarbone. Something is missing, and now he knows, “We’re going to have to fix this before I go back to work,” he still has to deal with The Verb, and your disgusting father. But he’s going to make sure everyone knows that you belong to someone. Even if you didn’t understand the significance, others would. He’s sure the neighbor down the street that stared at you when you dropped the keys to your car too long would understand exactly what it meant.

He had to make it be known that you were claimed, and unavailable. In every way possible. “Yeah, you’ve got a nasty little hickey on your neck.”

“What?” Your hand feels around your neck where he bit you. Thinking you could see with your eyes before you roll over on top of him. He sighs when he feels himself drip out of you. He doesn’t even care that you’re giving your own mark on him because you’re also grinding your greedy little twat on his stomach. You’re just as insatiable as him.

You nip on his creamy skin. Sucking and kissing over him. You want this ugly thing to last. Moving lower to give him another hickey. And another. If he’s going to leave you, you’re going to make sure everyone knows that he comes home to you. Home to fuck you. And home to his family.

You sit up on him, smiling at your handy work. “There. Now you can go back to work, and show everyone how you have a slut living with you.”

“Yeah yeah. Just keep grinding, and get yourself off on my stomach. I’ll walk around with this stupid thing if that makes you feel better. And I’ll worry about those seven spankings another day,” you forgot about that threat. But he didn’t.

In some weird way, you like knowing that he’ll walk around with red bruises all over his neck. Not that you didn’t trust him. It’s just fun to think that everyone knows he’s getting laid on a regular basis. That he can come home to his Dolly. Home to you. Home to your daughter. And his family.

And you have every intention of letting him use you.

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[yourteght]

» AQUELES, CUJO O PODER CONDENA — capa teste

⟅16.05.2024 — eu disse que ia me afastar mais, só que na minha condição de agora, eu fico louco sem editar :) queria uma capa que me passasse a ideia de uma união de duas capas minhas: a white blood e um lugar para voltar que são minhas capas favoritas de dgm (das que fiz recentemente). Minha ideia era que ia ser uma com o Link e Allen ou o Johnny e Allen porém é tão escasso as imagens deles no pin, então desisti da ideia (por agora) e fiz yullen, é sobre isso :D essa capa foi bem engraçada de fazer pq eu estava sem internet e caçei até o fundo da minha galeria pra achar outras imagens deles, um desafio. ficou um resultado que ok, vou testar coisas novas. Eu nem conhecia essa música, pensei nela depois que ouvi e fui ver a tradução e juntando com esse título, achei que super combina e vai assim, ficou biutifu <3 inté!

[echothagram]

Visual representation of me knowing we’ll have to wait another 3 months before the next dgm chapter

251 was WOW. Like WOW. So much new information and so many previous conceptions completely shattered (@_@). I have a lot of thoughts but I’m just gonna end this post right here

[arimiaromage]

haha what if pasta + twins......but visual novel sprites???

[musicianofzero]

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the teeth that catch!” by Musician_of_Zero

Two figures stood in a snow covered field. Cale, with his blood-red hair creating great contrast with the scene around, stared up. However, a totally different shadow fell behind him—this one with a large body, white eyes, and a grin. The other figure, with black hair reaching his shoulders, stubble on his face, and tired eyes, looked solemnly down at Cale. The man’s shadow also looked different—almost that of a deranged clown.

The man leaned over and whispered something Cale had not heard for nearly two lifetimes.

…

“I found you… my darling, 14th.”

OR

After a mysterious attack on the Henituse Duchy, allies, friends, and family are summoned to an unknown realm to find the key to saving their beloved commander. Past and present combine into a grand orchestra of secrets. Three lives. Two worlds. One soul.

Soldier. Savior. Traitor.

Orphan. Survivor. Leader.

Hero. Commander. Family.

Follow the reactions of Cale’s family over on Ao3!

[lost-in-horrorland]

IDK if anyone can help me find it, but I'm trying to find a D.Gray-Man fanfic I read years ago. I remember bits of it, but am drawing a blank atm so I wanna know if it rings any bells for others.

It's an OC fic, and iirc the OC is a girl with red hair that lives in a manor in the woods(?) and her Innocence ends up being her toy bow. I'm also pretty sure it's General Yeager that finds and teaches her.

IDK if she ended up paired with Allen or Lavi, but I'm pretty sure it was a romance with one of those two as the end game.

I think the OC ends up actually being Cross's daughter??? But never knew anything about it and it's only hinted at iirc. Again, it's been well over a decade since I've read this fic.

If anyone knows what fic I'm talking about, can you hmu????

Small edit:

Yes, this fanfiction was originally on FFN when I originally read it years ago.

[freckledlavi]

today i realized that in two different scenarios i wrote things about lavi and being kidnapped by the noah. i'm gonna preface this with i was and sometimes am still a tyki/lavi shipper. so TWICE in 2009 i was like WHAT IF LAVI WAS KIDNAPPED BY THE NOAH WOULDNT THAT BE SO INTERESTING?

fifteen god damn years later, no the fuck it was not interesting. i am tired, hoshino. give him back please.

[sacredfire44]

Considering writing a Daemon AU for D.gray-man, but is the fandom even alive enough to read it????

I like the idea of the complications of necromancy and akuma and Noah when your literal soul is something outside your body, something physical and visible.

What magic is used to get around it? What ways do Akuma affect Daemon? Does the magic keep the daemon whole, controlled by the new invading soul in it’s body? Do daemons shift with the new owner, the new soul, or does the Akuma magic keep them trapped in this form, tortured as much as the other half of their soul, chained to a form not meant for itself? Do akuma’s souls feel it, when you touch their daemon? I can’t imagine they react outwardly, but perhaps through Allen’s eye, he can see them flinch, see them scream and cry and beg for mercy for their daemon, if not for themselves. Can Allen see the daemon’s soul as well, it’s true form, chained and restrained and tortured within itself?

What do Daemon mean for Noah? I like the idea that they unsettle when Noah are reborn, that the rebirth changes them so fundamentally that their daemons must change as well, must rediscover what and who they are. But do they always resettle into the same form as their previous lives? I doubt it. There seems some separation, at least for Tiki, from the original Noah memory. But for Wisely, it seemed to be a one-to-one reincarnation. Perhaps it depends on the individual, on how much they remember and connect with their previous selves, on how much they identify with them.

And what of the Second Exorcists? Are they reborn with their daemon? Do they even HAVE daemon anymore, or did they fail to follow them into this life? If they did, are they the same as they had been the last time? Do the souls remember, even when the brains do not? Do the daemon remember their past lives? Do they see these children as themselves, or are they so different that even the other half of their souls can no longer recognize them? Or are the daemons just as clueless, just as new?

And Neah… is he still considered alive? Does his daemon remain, alive and alone? Does his soul still long for his brother, for his best friend? Do they need to stay nearby, need to cling to the other half of their soul?

Oh god. Oh god Timcampy is Neah’s daemon. Hidden in plain sight, disguised as a golem.

Wait. Neah and Mana were the same person once. Could Timcampy be BOTH of their daemons??? Ohhhh boy, and combined with the theory that Mana sealed his soul inside Allen with the curse, and how much Mana cared about his little Pierrot, and how much Neah and Allen had to care about each other for his reset to make sense, of course a piece of their soul would love him too, of course a piece of their soul would mourn him even if Neah would not allow himself to, and of course their daemon would WANT TO STAY CLOSE-

I may be posting some polls soon about what Daemons characters should have, or I may go take that one weirdly-specific Daemon quiz from the perspective of the characters.

[twitchystitchwitch]

I've been meaning to share a link to this here, just in case anyone who doesn't browse AO3 might browse any applicable tags and be interested! Updated a story I started many, many years ago. I'm considering going back and redoing the first chapter, but I'm not sure yet. I am only just getting back into writing after some very very drawn out neurological health issues, and those issues are still not/will never be fully resolved so I am trying to be careful. Anyways, if you want a D. Gray-man AU where Allen doesn't end up leaving the circus with Mana and then it goes to mainland Europe and tiny Allen gets adopted by Miranda, here it is! Wrote this before a lot of later plot revelations in D. Gray-man so I am being pretty loose with canon at this point

I do want to warn that I plan for things to get incredibly dark when this story catches up to the timeline of canon D. Gray-man. This is a link to the second chapter

[faeriexqueen]

Songbirds in Winter (Update: 5/27/2024)

Title: Songbirds in Winter. Fandom: D. Gray-Man. Pairings: Alma Karma/Tyki Mikk, Kanda Yuu & Alma Karma (One-Sided/Unrequited Yulma), Lavi Bookman/Allen Walker. Rated: Explicit. Words: 221.3K+. Tags: Romeo and Juliet AU, Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Royalty/Nobility, Renaissance/Renaissance Era, Medieval, Slowburn, Romance, Drama, Angst, Forbidden Romance, Secret Relationship, Eventual Romance, Pregnancy, Hints of Incestuous Feelings/Incest, Family Drama, NSFW, Lemon/Eventual Lemons (Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings). Chapters: 28/?. Summary: They had always known that their lives would be planned out for them. For Tyki, it is to eventually become the head of his family as the next alpha in line, despite his wishes for otherwise. For Alma, it is to be married off for the benefit of his kin — to be bred for political gain, regardless of his own feelings on the matter. The stage is set, and they have their parts to play. But being in the crossfire of a dangerous rivalry among noble families is never easy — not when the person you love is the very one you’re forbidden from being with. Chapter 28 Excerpt — Reaching the Edge:

The church bells rang at the hour, the sound heavy and loud. Incense burned as the scent of frankincense and myrrh wafted into the air, filling the ambulatory and nave as light spilled through the stained-glass windows, a mosaic of color painting the pews. Although no congregation took place, several individuals knelt, praying while a few priests tended to the altar. Cross leaned against the inside of the confessional box, weary with an unpleasant, lingering headache — the taste of wine and nicotine still on his tongue. The hour wasn’t even that early, yet Cross was already itching to creep out, the temptation stronger than anything the devil could have dealt him. He had already listened to two confessions that day, and truthfully, he couldn’t be bothered to care. There were so many worse problems in the world. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. If he couldn’t escape, a nap was also attractive. Sloth be damned, he needed a break. The sound of the curtain pulling back drew his attention, and Cross opened his eyes. He scowled, hearing someone get into the confessional box, and readied himself to feign some level of sympathy. Or patience. Whatever he would need more of, God willing. A familiar scent of cedar and patchouli tickled his nose, Cross sniffing. “I come for counsel, o’Father.” “Dear God,” Cross muttered, leaning his head back. He screwed his eyes shut. “I don’t have the energy for you today.”

Read on AO3.

[water-writings]

Who was your first oc? Are they still an active oc or did you leave them in the past? If they're still active, tell us five facts about them! - 🖤

So sorry for the late reply. Life has gotten a little busy the past couple days!

My first OC was for my favorite anime D Gray Man. Her name was Lily Sahi and she was probably a Mary Sue looking back on it. At least I hope she wasn't, but she was my first so she probably was lol!! She is no longer active, but I keep debating revamping her. I technically have revamped her in my head, but I don't think I'll ever get around to writing an actual remake/redo/whole new story on the fanfic I wrote for her.

[yourteght]

» UM LUGAR PARA VOLTAR — capa pessoal

⟅07.04.2024 — eu achei a minha primeira capa desse casal muito xoxa para o tanto que eu amo eles ENTÃO eu fui lá e fiz uma outra que creio que minhas vozes da cabeça não vão me sabotar :) eu estou totalmente apaixonado por capas mais terrosas que faço normalmente, não sei se repararam mas eu estou impossível, eu tenho alguma coisa com essa cor gente, ela me deixa tão tão mais motivado pra capar que cês não tem ideia <3 eu queria alguma coisa que me remetesse a algo muito distante e a cartas, acho que fiz um dos fundos mais lindos da minha carreira de capista com essa capa, eu acredito que nunca mais vou fazer um fundo tão lindo quanto esse e eu não to bem :'D muito dos recursos que usei foram do Pinterest com as dicas do @shibuinni3 nesse post aqui ☆ (muito obrigado, chuchu). Sobre a capa, o que dizer? Ela é fruto de um surto de domingo à tarde, as minhas capas mais bonitas nasceram assim e com essa não é diferente, eu amei cada segundo :3

[cloud-in-lazure]

Аллен умирает. Его сознание и разум рассыпаются на тысяче осколков, а почва уходит из под ног. Парень падает, утыкается носом в сырую, пахнущую свежестью, перегноем и кровью землю. Он лежит среди осколков, не способный даже пошевелиться от усталости, или от ран, покрывающих, кажется, каждый сантиметр изможденного битвой тела. Его мутит от запаха гари, на глаза наворачиваются слезы. Как же жжёт! Но юный экзорцист не в силах даже стереть солёные капли со щёк, позволяя им скатываться, оставляя на коже блестящие влажные дорожки. Он просто жмуриться, не желая видеть отвратительной картины вокруг.

Чуть поодаль распростерся на алом песке Канда, сжимая в оставшейся руке расколотый Мугэн, одна его нога валяется на пару метров левее, другая вывернута под неестественным углом, а половина лица расплавилась настолько, что стекла с головы и склеилась с усыпанной мелкими металлическими осколками дорогой. Юу, вроде бы, ещё в сознании и даже что-то бормочет. Интересно, в бреду или нет? В любом случае из заполненного кровью, неестественно растянутого рта вырывается лишь скомканное бульканье. Аллену правда жаль, что он не смог отговорить упрямца идти вместе с ними. Предчувствовал же опасность, но в ответ на предостережение получил лишь "Не лезь ко мне со своими советами, стручок". Теперь последняя, услышанная от товарища фраза звучала еще обиднее. Канда ведь даже не успел нанести ни одного удара перед поражением.

По правую руку, за небольшой воронкой от взрыва виднеется рыжая голова Лави. Бедняга, он ведь даже не хотел в этом участвовать, всю дорогу ныл, что рождён был не для такого и развлекался тем, что пытался обыграть случайных попутчиков по методу Аллена. Лави больше не напишет ни строчки в своих книгах. Сложно писать, когда вся нижняя половина тела, включая кисти рук, превращена в сплошное кровавое месиво из разорванных органов и дымящейся плоти.

Линали, скорее всего, пока жива, но какое это имеет значение, если каждая косточка в теле девушки сломана, и экзорцистка едва ли способна на что-то большее, чем стонать и безуспешно тянуться вывернутыми пальцами к лицу. Скользящие по щекам, лопнувшие глаза похожи на слезы. Она всё равно очень красивая, для Аллена она самая красивая, даже так, даже если её губы разорваны и на месте рта зияет тёмная дыра.

Уолкер не хочет, чтобы всё было так, чтобы они погибли в одиночестве и бесконечной агонии, полностью растворившись в своей боли, но ничего не может сделать. Он тоже умирает, медленно каплю за каплей отдавая свою кровь земле, парень чувствует, как сам становится всё холоднее, а сердце замедляет свой стук. Ему ещё повезло, перед концом, он может думать, может, при желании, моргнуть, сбросить туманную пелену с усталого взора и посмотреть на мерно плывущие по небу облака, на легко покачивающиеся в объятиях ласкающего их ветра стебельки трав и цветы. Просто ему это не нужно.

Аллен в отчаянии. Какая же он все-таки тряпка, не способная защитить ни друзей, ни простых людей, чьи тела уже рассыпались в прах, оставляя после себя лишь потрёпанную одежду - единственное напоминание о том, что здесь кто-то был. Наверное, эту одежду и похоронят в закрытых гробах. А Аллена? Его тоже похоронят? Его вообще найдут? Зачем всё это, если на могилу уже некому будет прийти. Самые близкие люди будут уже лежать в земле, вместе с ним. Мана... При одной мысли о нём сердце наполняется горечью, и неизъяснимой тоской, на которую способен лишь тот, кто прожил зря всю жизнь, начиная от рождения и вплоть до самой смерти. Аллен не исполнил обещание, данное Мане.

"Продолжай идти..." - слова, отпечатавшиеся на подкорке сознания ребёнка, видевшего в жизни так мало хороших людей, но изо всех сил своего маленького сердца любящего единственного человека, впервые за столько лет подарившего ему нежность, заботу, отеческую теплоту.

Аллен подвёл Ману. И себя. Свои идеалы. Он проиграл, проиграл ни за что, и теперь ни за что умирает. Бессмысленно. Как же всё это бессмысленно! Учитель, верно, посмеялся бы, видя его таким. Жалким и беспомощным.

Юу как-то сказал, что ненавидит слабаков, не способных даже совершить обещанное. Уолкер ненавидел лишь одного слабака, так отчаянно желавшего защищать людей, а в итоге погубившего столько невинных жизней. Кажется, он впервые в жизни так искренне, отчаянно кого-то ненавидел.

Аллен устал. У него нет сил даже на то, чтобы нормально заплакать, закричать вместе с хрустом костей, не понятно своих или чужих. Он устал сопротивляться, бороться, противиться судьбе. Устал смотреть раз за разом на то, как тела покрываются чёрными звёздами, а лица искажаются непониманием и ужасом, устал видеть страдания скованных волей Графа душ. Устал жить и каждый день ждать чьего-то конца.

Возможно, ему стоит снова прокрутить в голове, как заевшую пластинку, неизменную мысль, обычно придающую сил, последние слова отца или что-то про обретения покоя душой акума. Какую-то очередную глупость. Но не проще ли закрыть глаза и отдаться тьме, принимающей слабеющего юношу с распростёртыми объятиями? Не проще ли плыть по течению, позволяя крови покидать тело вместе с жизнью? Не проще ли закрыть глаза, отрешиться от этого мира, полного непонимания, боли, жестокости и насладиться в кое-то веки тишиной, одиночеством, расслабиться в конце-концов. Аллен давно мечтал о хорошем отпуске, ему просто надоело внутренне сгорать каждый раз, проваливая задание, позволяя несчастным людям умереть, встречая акума, терзаемую с ужасной силой. Всё в нём уже прогорело дотла, остался лишь слабый, едва заметный дымок. Чем смерть не лучше отпуска? Бессрочный отдых в небытие. Разве мальчик экзорцист с серебряными глазами не заслужил его?

Аллену больно. Хочется, чтобы всё закончилось поскорее, потому что с каждой минутой становится всё больнее. Ноги, что вроде бы отнялись, продолжают ныть, а каждая рана, каждый порез пылает так сильно, терзая мальчишку непрекращающейся пыткой.

Наверное, он так ничтожен сейчас. Нет, учитель Кросс точно надорвался бы от хохота, увидев своего глупого ученика в столь постыдном положении. Весь в крови, посреди песка и полутрупов - друзей, один во всей вселенной, без сил, без желания жить, с потухшим навсегда блеском в глазах, затянутых дымкой безнадёжности, отрешенный от мира несчастный мальчишка, что когда-то хотел стать экзорцистом. Он бы и сам посмеялся над собой, если бы ещё мог улыбаться.

Аллен сдаётся. Последний бастион в его сознании рушится, организма прекращает даже инстинктивные попытки противостоять неизбежному. Звуки музыки, далекой- далёкой, до сей поры недосягаемой ласкают слух. Он знает, что скоро сольётся с этой музыкой воедино, и это хорошо.

Аллен умирает. Умирает, так и не закончив начатое. Так и не исполнив свою мечту.

[daughterofthesky]

I forgot how fun fandoms are but I’m baack

[writermich18]

Remember that Legend of Zelda and D.Gray-Man writing prompt a few months back? I made a one-shot. :)

Summary: Riju dies and reincarnates as Tyki Mikk, or in her case, Tylah Mikk. Her Secret Stone follows her and transforms into Innocence to fit the world's rules. The world changes years before her birth and after to adjust to the appearance of the Sage of Lightning. Pleasure disappears and makes way for a Gerudo Warrior turned Exorcist.

[crimsonmoon777]

Hey y'all if anyone wants to yeet some fic writing prompts at me, I would love that.

I need something to rest my brain that is currently stuck (without starting something completely new that will take a lot of time)

Main fandoms:

MHA, Blue Exorcist, D Gray Man, Code Geass, Bleach, Fairy Tail, and pokemon

You can throw stuff at me that isn't related to those fandoms but I can't say for certain if I'll get to it (especially if it's not a show/manga I'm familiar with)