#d. gray-man x reader

[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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[animeyanderetalker]

Imagine arranged marriage scenario, but with Gojo/Tyki/Muzan. With Gojo, higher ups/his clan helds something above his head. With Tyki, Earl tired of his hard resistance and took the matter in his own hands. With Muzan, it's being another unfortunate wife for his cover.

They hate your guts, belittle you, make fun of you, even hurt you, so you sad because of them and hate them too. But with time later, they are slowly fall for you, you are not as bad as they thought of you. And knowing that you understandly don't greatlt favour them, those man WILL give you their love and make you fall for him.

Kibutsuji Muzan is the worst option for any of this. If you were married before he took a shallow interest in you your husband will be simply gone, brutally murdered by him. In public he may keep up the appearance of a normal husband but in private he is cold, brutal and harsh. You really only find peace when he is gone because only then are you free from condescending words, painful touches and the feeling of sharp nails digging into your flesh as he doesn’t tolerate disobedience in the least.

The thing is that if Muzan wants something, he will obtain it by force. He’s not going to court you and change for you. You should be grateful that he not only chose you as his cover but that he also has an actual interest to keep you alive. After all he is the perfect being whilst you are but a mere human.

Tyki Mikk is probably going to be the best option if we’re talking about how they act before they fall in love with you. Not only is he actually a gentleman and polite to women but he also has respect and love for his family which means that he still tries to follow the wishes of the Earl. He’s not very affectionate and there is a cold air around him but he won’t cheat nor would he treat you purposely bad. He’s just not spending a lot of time with you and ignores more personal requests of you, especially if you try to get to know him better.

He’s going to be the least intense one as well after he’s fallen in love with you. Tyki is charming, handsome and manipulative but in a more subtle way. He doesn’t want you to be forced to love him as he would much rather orchestrate everything so that at the very least you are under the impression that you fell for him naturally.

Gojo Satoru isn’t necessarily very fond of his clan nor is he close with any one of them. He knows that at the end of the day he is just a valuable asset of theirs so whilst he won’t openly complain when they arrange a marriage for him he won’t value the wedding vows either. He secretly can’t help but let his spite out on you though he’s subtle about it. He’s constantly comparing you to other people and always makes sure how they are so much better than you and rarely spends time with you. If he decides to take you with him he usually quickly surrounds himself with other people whilst ignoring you. Nanami scolds him for his hurtful behavior, tries to cheer you up as good as he can when Satoru is somewhere else again.

He should have expected the whiplash of his actions and at one point in time he really didn’t care but things are different now. Gojo is desperate and clingy, showers you in presents and constantly wants to do everything you used to want to do with him. Only that now the roles are reversed and you’re the one not in the mood to hang out with him. That’s fine though. If he’ll isolate you until only him and you exist in the world he’s sure that you’ll have a change of heart. You have to…

[hevlaska]

"Kanda's a cat not a dog, Hoshino is a liar" no you don't understand. He's not your golden retriever boyfriend, he's your guard dog who barks at everyone and their mom

[white-shadow25]

Hi, can we have an scenario with Fem!Reader and True Noah Tyki form? Like the reader (also his lover) thought that he will hurt or kill her in this form, only to be forced to cuddle with him on floor, while purring in deep and loud voice 🤭

I am so, so sorry about how long it took me to get into writing ಥ‿ಥ Honestly, I was kind of sick when the requests started coming in, I think, I'm not sure of the exact dates but it must been pretty much close to it.

Moral of the story, don't have COVID and dengue altogether, you will suffer.

(Also I wanted to thank those who sent me nice words, I've been wanting to answer since I received them but I was too weak and have been thinking about it since then but just never answer.)

Now, in more optimistic news, I write something! I translated it with the help of ChatGPT, (I write in a pretty bad Span-English most of the time) it was far more quickly than it usually takes me to translate things, and with my very limited English knowledge, I would say is fine, if you notice something's off let me know so I'll never use it again  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Two days passed since the Ark incident. Two days in which Tyki hadn’t awakened. You stayed by his side the entire time, sitting in a chair next to his bed. You hardly slept; he didn't allow you to. Every now and then, you would hear him, and it broke your heart to see him writhing in pain in bed, his moans and groans keeping you alert.

In these two days, you hadn't been able to get rid of the oppression in your chest that’s been overwhelming you since Adam returned to the new Ark with Tyki slung over his shoulder. Your mouth had gone dry, and your stomach churned. You rushed to them, and the Earl told you what had happened in a more optimistic tone than you would have liked to hear at that moment. He left Tyki in your care, fully trusting that you could handle it alone, and then he left, leaving you with the unconscious Noah. Since then, you've stayed by his side, wiping the sweat from his face and managing to feed and give him water.

Road visited you, but you noticed something was off about her. Her movements seemed oddly calculated, her eyes lacked their usual sparkle, her voice was weak, and you were sure her hair color dulled occasionally. You deduced that she hadn't come out of the battle unscathed and was tired, whether much or little. You sent her to recover, and somewhat reluctantly, she obeyed, not without warning you to be careful, the man you were caring for so lovingly might not be your partner. After reminding you to call her or Sheryl in case of an emergency, she left.

A growl brought you back to reality. Tyki was trembling, curled up. You dampened a clean cloth in fresh water and tried to uncover his face, which he kept hidden under the blankets.

"Tyki?" you asked, leaning over him on the bed. "Love?"

The Noah's growls grew louder, and in a movement you didn't fully understand, you fell to the floor along with the chair you had been anchored to for the past two days. The blankets moved as if there were a fight underneath, and you knew what it was.

The tentacles were not new to you; you had seen them before, hours after the Earl returned with Tyki, to be exact. You had already learned not to get too close in those moments. The small cut on your right palm started to bother you—a mark that would stay as a reminder of the first incident, a visible and tangible sign of the lesson learned.

Without standing up, you slowly crawled away from the bed. You sat in the corner near the door in case you needed to leave, and with your eyes fixed on the movement of the sheets, you waited. The growls intensified, the sheets tore, and the tentacles waved, twisted, and abruptly stopped. You could see how the Noah's back slowly straightened. His hair, now long, cascaded from his shoulders, and you couldn't help but shiver. The cold silence of the room chilled your bones. Your trembling fingers tried to grip the wooden floor, scratching it. In a blink, the Noah's figure towering above you.

And you could see his golden eyes. Those eyes you had seen thousands of times before, the same eyes that not long ago looked at you with the love and tenderness of the most devoted lover, now stared at you coldly and expressionlessly. This wasn’t Tyki.

You automatically understood the situation. You scanned the room frantically with your gaze, looking for Lero, but he wasn't there. Your breath caught, your heart stopped, and you bit your lips to stifle the small sob that fear had left in your throat.

You slipped a hand under the skirt of your dress; you had some talismans hidden in your stockings for emergencies, thinking, you could stop Joyd long enough to find Lero and improvise from there.

With a rough shove, the Noah pulled you from the corner and dragged you to the carpet in the center of the room while you took out the talismans and hid them in your sleeve. Before you could even remember the spell to use them, Joyd straddled you, a predatory smile on his lips and a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer, buried his face in the crook of your neck, and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. You could see his posture relax, starting with the muscles in his shoulders followed by his back. He rested his forehead on your shoulder and slid his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly and nuzzling into your chest.

You waited for him to do something else, but that something never came.

"Tyki?" you asked again. Your shoulders tensed involuntarily when you heard him growl. "Joyd!" you corrected yourself immediately. "Joyd, Joyd," you repeated. "I'm sorry."

He nuzzled against you a bit more, and you couldn't help but giggle. Moved by tenderness, you hugged him back, and you could swear he started to purr.

It wasn't Tyki who controlled the body, but it was his body, and you remembered this when moved by instinct, you planted a soft kiss on his forehead before cuddling him to your chest. His body was so familiar that touching it felt easy, natural, right.

You stayed embraced for a while, the tik-tok of the clock and the loud growls of Joyd lured you to rest until he lifted his face slightly, just enough for your eyes to meet. And there it was. They were still the same golden eyes but now shone with an affection you knew by heart.

"Name?" Tyki asked in a husky voice. His eyes were half-closed, like someone who had just woken up.

"Yes?" you whispered, holding his gaze, your voice a fragile and warm murmur. A sound that felt comforting in the cold silence of the dark room.

He buried his face in your chest again. "Nothing," he sighed. He was too tired and in too much pain to think. The warmth and comfort of your embrace kept him sleepy and calm.

You slid a hand through his hair, lulling him, while the other traced circles on his back.

"I'm glad to hear you again."

[cherry-writes-stuff]

🍒 Cherry-sama 🍒 Can I request an scenario where Allen sees her crush naked accidentally, and both have a similar relationship like he and Kanda have, and her crush gets angry at him but he's like "I want to be the only man who sees you like that"? Not necessary dirty, more like something Fluffy. Thank you! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

It was a mistake.

No, really — it was!

He was the devil incarnate (which, to be fair, he sort of was) who’s favorite past time was spying on naked women.

Your aim was increasingly in its accuracy, however, when a hard covered book almost poked his eye out. Allen snatched it from the air, brought it back against his chest. “ Will you stop?!”

“I don’t know, will I?!”

He found himself, once again, at a cross roads. He could stay here and fight with you, in your current, fumbling, half naked state, or he could get out and close the door behind him, and with it his feelings — because obviously this was never going to work, what, with you trying to squeeze his eyes out his skull with your bare hands and a flimsy towel you had scrumbled to snatch from your bed only a bit too late.

(don't think about bare anything!)

Just — leave his feelings at your door to gather dust. That would be easier than fighting with you everyday, as enjoyable as it was that sort of endearingly abysmal aspect of your relationship was about to give, any day now, and you would be remiss to remind him just how much you cared; dirt under your shoes and all that sweet talk Allen loved and sought after a hard mission.

He realized, very early on in your relationship, that this didn’t exactly painted a healthy picture of the two of you. Allen was Allen ( except when he was Nea, then Allen WASNT Allen) and you were you, each your own person with individual strengths and weaknesses.

He had learned all those weaknesses just as he had learned how to work his tongue between your legs.

All this shouting, all this atmospheric tenacity he could taste if he poked out his tongue — Allen felt it in the air, it made his blood boil, though less so than the clear image of the angry tears burning hot at the corner of your eyes as you scrambled to save your dignity.

Oh — there went your sword, flying past his head and missing an inch. Allen hoped that Nea was warm to the concept of a chunky haircut, perhaps some parts of his scalp too.

(You always fucked his hair up anyway, but sitting on the floor of your bathroom between your legs, your nimble and warm fingers in his hair as you demanded silence in favor of concentration — “don’t want to fuck you up,” you’d mumble and if Allen loved you a little less, he’d tell you, laugh at you, “too late, sweetness”, but he never did. Never did and probably never would. Speak of a wish outloud and it would be taken away.)

“What the hell is going on here — HEY!”

It was only out of thought for your dignity that he grabbed Levi just as the red headed bastard rounded the corner, no doubt attracted by all the rucus you two were causing in the dorms, and pushed him away from your door which you were now trying to close on Allen's face and unfortunate fingers with a newfound strenght.

He would've laughed if he found the prospect funny; someone other than him seeing you in your most vulnerable state, soaking up the sight of your naked skin, your trembling eyelashes or the redness beneath your eyes whenever you felt wronged or tormented — pain or pleasure. it was all the same.

Allen didn't stop to see whether Levi was alright or not, simply leaving him kocked on his ass, gaping up at him.

(He’s going to apologise later, he knows.)

You were spluttering too now, one hand raised and clutching a stuffed animal you'd taken from your bed (Allen knew, he had spent countless nights in the very same bed, sourounded by them becasue you refused to put thme on the floor, if not because you liked them too much, then because you wanted to annoy him to hell and back), ready to decimate him as you threw it at him, backing away as he slammed the door shut and locking it.

He started to advance towards you. "Sweetheart."

Your legs hit the edge of your bed and you yelled as you fell, towel and all, on top of the comforter. "You fiend, don't call me that!"

You made to scramble up but Allen was faster.

He climbed onto the bed after you, knees on either side of your hips as he straddled you and grabbed your wrists. Leaning down, he tagged those wretched, offending hands up up to his lips and kissed the inside of your wrists, feeling the pulse of your heart as it hammered away beneath your chest, warm and alive and pounding.

His clothes were getting wet fromt he water that clinged to the towel. Allen couldn't say he cared. You spluttered, probably cursing him to spend an eternity in hell when he died, as if his fate wasn't already forfeit to such fate.

His existence was cursed in its entirety and you, you were the only clean spot in it. Even if you hated it, you could never refute it.

You spat out curse after curse; you brute, you fiend, you damned man, (you knew him best, after all), you clown!

Allen laughed at the last one, laughed at the sour expression on your face after too — and promptly sank his teeth right above your pulse point on the inside of your wrist.

You were going to kick him in the solar plexus tomorrow during training, throw his ass down the stairs and try to wringle every essence of life out of his neck when you had the chance.

And he'd let you.

Allen let go of your hands, finally laying his body on top of yours. "Don't be angry with me," he said as he nuzzled his nose to your neck.

You sighed. "Why did you do that, you idiot. God knows what Levi will think now."

"I want to be the only man who sees you like that," Allen asnwered, unprompted, like a fucking freak, and laid his head on your chest, right on top of your heart.

You gripped his hair so tight that you could take a piece of his skull with it if you pulled. "Prepare yourself; I am going to stab you tomorrow."

"I know."

"I really mean it."

"Oh, I don't doubt you for a second."

Every scar Allen had gotten from you he treasured immensely. If it meant that you were around to give him more, take another inch of his skin, spill his blood, cut off a limb even — whatever it was that you wanted from him, he'd only be too glad to let you have it.

[animeyanderelover]

And Sfw and nsfw hcs for the Noahs (d. Gray man) sharing an SO, thank you!

I actually have a character limit of 10 which is kind of tricky since the family has over 10 members but I appreciate that you answered my question in time so that I knew which Noahs you definitely wanted to be in here. Nea D. Campell will be included as per request and we're going to go with the idea that he has also reincarnated in this post though not in Allen's body. I didn't write a Nsfw part for Road simply because whilst she technically is the oldest Noah alongside with The Earl himself she is still in the body of a child since their kind ages significantly slower. I actually went the extra mile and included all current members though I didn't write Nsfw parts for all of them. The Hc's for the individual characters are going to be shorter in comparison to the Arcobaleno post but that is because i simply had almost twice as much characters in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, paranoia, manipulation, stalking, emotional blackmailing, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction, death, Nsfw, afab reader for the Nsfw part, oral sex, breeding kink, blood kink, Tyki uses his Teez during foreplay, dirty talking, bondage, strip poker, thigh riding, period kink, temperature play, panty sniffing, masturbation, doggy style, cowgirl, anal sex, praise kink, overstimulation, Lulu uses her shapeshift abilities, voyeurism, sadism, Sheril uses his strings, corruption kink, adultery, dacrophilia

Sharing an s/o

There are a few possibilities of how you may end up being the shared darling of The Noah family, though the end result will always remain the same. You could end up being the obsessive interest of anyone of the Noah family who is going to introduce you to the rest of the family sooner or later and from that point on everyone is going to develop an obsession for you. If it would be the Earl himself who fell first in love with you there is going to be a slight hesitance under the rest of the members as he is the reincarnation of Adam and for that holds the highest rank as the patriarch of the family. No matter whose interest you end up catching first though, ultimately you will always end up being the shared darling of the whole family. Their bond is strong, their loyalty unmatched so even if some minor conflicts may arise, even if some members end up butting heads over who gets to spend time with you, unfortunately for you at the end of the day they always come to an agreement that spells forever isolation and doom for you. Especially the Earl himself sees it through that harmony and peace always remains, aware that fights and arguments would needlessly scare you.

It is in itself a miracle already that the entire family has gotten obsessed with a human even though most of them think of themselves as superior to the overall humanity. This sentiment includes that some members find themselves internally struggling with their own feelings at the beginning, unsure how to feel about their own obsessive emotions. They're thr True Apostles of God yet here is their entire family, foolishly in love with one human. Some can't help but think of you as a devil in disguise, as a sinister creature who tries to drag all of them into the abyss and their hostility shows for quite some time though those who have already embraced their emotions always shield and protect you from condescending words and harsh glares. The Earl is never happy when he hears about the discrimination you experience and likes to remind those of the Noah family who have treated you so rudely that such behavior is not acceptable with a slightly threatening air to him. You experience a great amount of isolation but you are never left alone as there are always a few members of the family staying with you and keeping you company.

You're kept securely in the new Noah's Arc as The Earl as well as Maitora see it through that you have a pretty and large room to yourself within with many luxuries that you most likely could only dream about in your old life. The life you lead is on paper nothing short of glorious. Fine clothes, excellent meals and the protection of the most dangerous family on the planet. Yet the discrimination against common humans is a major obstacle as most Noah object against your pleas to be let outside, especially all by yourself. You could never escape even if you were to try of course yet most Noah are too possessive to let you leave all by yourself. Akuma wouldn't attack you of course as they obey the Noah family and have been ordered to never ever touch you unless they wish to be disposed off but it is the thought of having you spent time under regular and inferior people that agitates most members of the family. You are a human who stands above the ordinary crowd, whether every individual member still sees you as beneath themselves or actually view you as an equal varies from person to person but the idea that you are better than humanity is a common idea that all share.

The Earl of Millenium aka Adam

🎃The Millenium Lord initially scares you. No wonder as he looks the least human-like in the first appearance he assumes when meeting you. He introduces you to every single member, he happily reveals your new home to you as he tells you almost gleefully that you're part of the family now. Family matters above all, pumpkin♡. That's why you're going to stay with them forever now♡. His cheerful and jovial personality combined with his inhumane appearance only manages to creep you out more, something that greatly flusters the Earl as he desperately tries to ease the fear you experience whilst looking at him. Lero makes a great distraction which is why the Earl always brings the golem with him in any attempts to ease your anxiety. Lero knows fully why he is being used, often complains to the Earl that he is using him to get closer to you to which the Earl only gasp offended. Nevertheless though, Lero actually befriends you and admits to you that for a human you aren't half bad which is a big compliment coming from him. You actually like Lero so much to the point where the Earl sometimes gets jealous and subtly threats his golem with a jolly tone in his voice.

🎃​Things get better when he reveals his human form to you and insists on you calling him Adam, awkward whenever you refer to him as the Earl. It is in this human form that you find him to be much more quiet, softer and almost melancholy. He's kind, he's sweet and desperately obsessed. Perhaps it is the paranoia of having been betrayed by Nea decades ago that leads Adam to be as afraid as he is of you potentially betraying him as well, even if Nea has also reincarnated by now. If you desire to have anything it is Adam that you always turn to and anything materialistic you shall receive the moment you ask for it. However, already spoiled with everything money could buy it is freedom you desire and it is freedom that you won't get. Much too cherished and beloved are you by Adam who adores you who is very attached to you to the point where you think that he might be the most sensitive of all of the Noah clan despite being the patriarch. You don't believe in destiny yet Adam seems to do, your appearance in the life of a Noah family a divine message. The world is filled with evil, evil he himself creates, yet it is not your destiny to become sacrifice. Your place is right here.

Nsfw

🎃​Sexual tension, something you sense in many other Noah long before you sense it in Adam who is physically very cuddly but has never touched you inappropriately. Despite the lust of other members none of them have made a move on you yet and you know that all of them are waiting for the Earl to claim you first. Nea is the only one who has ever dared to let his hands roam over your body, touched you suggestively and seduced you only to leave you aching and wet by the end, ultimately deciding to allow the old man to have you first. The Earl is in comparison to many other family members not very sex-driven, asks for your permission and doesn't try to seduce you, tease you and coax you into bed with him. When you do give him your consens Adam prioritises your pleasure over his own. He takes his time with you, every moment special and intimate as he caresses every inch of your body, worshipping the sight in front of him, warm lips pressing kisses all over your skin. He's lost in your pleasure and not his own as he explores your body devotedly, his attention always on you as he slowly pleases you, wanting you to experience every sensation as he has you climaxing around his tongue or his fingers.

🎃​He gives you a very intimate experience, a very vulnerable experience. He longs for body contact, arms always wrapped around you whenever his shaft slides in and out of you in a slow and sensual pace, his hot breath fawning against your neck as he places soft kisses against your skin and murmurs his sincere declarations of love and adoration. Eye contact is important to him, he always wants to be able to look into your beautiful eyes so he only ever desires positions where he can gaze at your face. You're able to dominate and ride him as the Earl is almost putty in your hands, his gaze always full of adoration that has your heart bursting. It's through him that you learn that purring runs in the family. His own love for you sometimes overhwelms him, though only in a good way as he starts shedding tears, incredibly grateful that you exist. He is vanilla, especially in comparison to many other members yet if there is one fantasy that he has it is his wish to have a child with his darling if they can carry. Adam's family is his entire life and he wishes to rise a precious baby with you, a baby not born out of possessive claims but a deep-rooted adoration that often moves him to tears. It's his one true wish he has.

Road Kamelot

🕯️​Road detests normal humans and thinks of them beneath her yet surprisingly she quickly grows fond of you and if you had to name a few of the clingiest family members she would be up there. She is very fond of skinship. Whenever she sees you she always runs to you and gives you a hug, she holds your hand as she walks around with you or unexpectedly wraps her arms around your neck or torso from behind, surprising you in the process as you didn't sense her until she touched you. You know that she is technically the oldest Noah yet you can't help but be surprised by her almost childlike personality. She always wishes to be entertained and always wants your attention on her when she is around and gets quickly all pouty when you don't give it to her. Even though she is small and looks younger in comparison to all other Noah you still discover that she is very well respected besides the Earl. Back in the days when some Noah still held conflicted feelings about their feelings for you she was always a fierce defender of you who wouldn't stop persisting until said Noah had apologised to you. You know that she most likely isn't a good person but to you she's always very sweet.

🕯️​She loves dressing you up in cute clothes, adores especially the gothic, punk or lolita aesthetic which is why lots of your outfits fall into those specific designs. She's very huge on wearing matching outfits so it isn't uncommon for the two of you to walk around together in identical or in matching outfits. You probably even have been gifted matching bracelets by Road and whenever she sees you she always checks if you wear them and if you don't she gets a bit upset. Even if her appearance and her behavior remind you often of a young teen you sometimes forget that Road has lived for actual decades and is a lot wiser than she lets on. She considers it a useful strategy to not let you know how intuitive and smart she actually is for the sake of not intimidating you. She knows that you let your guard down around the Earl in his human form since he appears so non-threatening and she uses that same strategy to earn your trust and to see more of your real self that you wouldn't be able to show freely if you have your guard up around her. That's how she senses how exhausted you are sometimes when the antics of the family overhwhelm you and smother you.

🕯️​Whenever Road senses that you need a break but won't get one because you are so rarely left alone and aren't allowed to go outside either, and if only for a limited amount of time and never by yourself, she uses her little pocket dimension to steal you for a while. The two of you always hold small tea and cake parties in this dimension of hers where she allows you to get a break and you finally allow yourself the freedom to talk to her and tell her about everything that has been weighting on your mind and that has exhausted you. She listens intently and always comforts you afterwards. However, those informations you reveal to her she sometimes does reveal to the Earl secretly. Ultimately Road is still a Noah after all and for that she wants you to be happy with her and her entire family and if there is something that greatly torments your soul and keeps you from feeling happy she knows that she has to fix that. She is a little manipulator but she won't allow you to suspect anything. Yes, she knows that for a mere human this entire situation is very overwhelming and frightening but as the representative of dreams she holds onto the vision that one day you'll love her family.

Tyki Mikk aka Joyd

🦋​Tyki is one of the few Noah who has decided to keep his human mindset still alive alongside with his Noah side. It isn't always easy to keep those two sides of him who are essentially night and day separate from each other but that is what makes it so interesting after all. It's those two sides of his that make every encounter with him always interesting as you can never fully know if he's currently Tyki or Joyd. As Tyki you feel a bit more at ease as he is much less intimidating like this. His light side is much more carefree and might teach you some bad habits by showing you how to gamble and Tyki is actually one of the few Noah who try to concinve the Earl to let you actually leave the Ark and go outside. Though even with him you hit the wall when you beg to at least be left alone as even Tyki can't do that. The best he can offer you is to protect you from a distance so that you at least won't see them but that is merely an illusion of freedom and not the true freedom that you want. He feels bad, after all he knows how taxing this situation for you is that you never expected nor ever asked for. At the same time he knows that his inner Noah is no better with his feelings than everyone else.

🦋​Tyki's Noah, whilst still fully aware of how unhealthy and toxic the shared obsession for you is, is much more indifferent about it as his own feelings of always wanting you close and wanting you with his family are stronger than any guilt he might feel. He behaves much more like an aristocrat and gentleman in this form, always courting and fluttering you with compliments and touches and only increasing his flirting when he senses how flustered you are. You get lots of presents from almost all Noah and Tyki is no different from them. Fine jewelry, pretty clothes and fine meals are all served to you. At the same time he still knows that sometimes the simple things are best so if he finds out that there is a certain meal that you were always served during your childhood and that you greatly adored he will prepare it for you even if it is a simple soup. In that aspect he is different from his brother Sheril who only considers expensive clothes and fine food to be good for you. Perhaps that is the advantage he has by keeping his human mindset alive. Tyki sympathises that expensive doesn't always mean better and that the cheap and the simple things in life tend to make you happy.

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🦋​Keep in mind that Tyki is the Noah of Pleasure and that his darker desire tends to get the better of him whenever he has you to himself. If the Earl plans to make you feel loved and good, Tyki's goal is to have you writhing with pleasure and keep on wringing everything out of you until you pass out. His gambling habits he has when in his light side manifest themselves often in strip poker whenever both of you are alone and you can't help but feel like he's cheating as you are forced to remove piece after piece of clothing all whilst he remains perfectly fine. Unfortunately you can't prove whether he's cheating or not and he always only gives you a smug grin. Worst of all is that he deliberately chooses to tease you, sometimes losing on purpose before removing his shirt which leaves you only to stare at his chest whilst his eyes rack appreciatively up and down your curves, his cock straining against his pants. All until he suddenly drops the cards and pats his thigh, telling you to sit down, his hand grabbing your hips the moment you sit before huskily commanding you to start pleasing yourself by riding his thigh, his own hands starting to play around with your nipples as he watches you getting off.

🦋​As much of a gentleman as he is, in the sheets Tyki can be more sadistic. Whenever you have your period he often coaxes you into letting him eat you out, telling you that it'll distract you from your cramps and sometimes he bites down on your chest or shoulders hard enough to draw some blood, the taste of it eliciting a moan out of him as his hips start snapping with more force against your own. You know of his flesh-eating Teez, though they never harm you when Tyki shows them to you yet you don't expect him to use them on you during foreplay as those butterflies place themselves over your chest and even over your pussy as if they were wrapping paper and you are the present, gently nibbling your skin and making you squirm all whilst Tyki watches, drinking in the sight before he stalks towards the bed. He loves reducing you to a begging and moaning mess, uses ropes to tie up your hands to gain more control over you all whilst whispering with that smooth voice of his his dirty fantasies and plans into your ears. He isn't even shy to take you elsewhere than the bedroom. He purrs a lot, especially when you touch him.

Jasdero

💛​Jasdero and Devit are an inseparable dua, literally able to merge into one person so it comes as no surprise that both of them share you all the time even if they often end up bickering over you. Jasdero finds himself in a more tricky situation at the beginning though. He finds himself quickly adoring you but it is Devit who doesn't like you and as Jasdero is the more submissive one of the two he finds himself ending up tagging alog with Devit's antics. Only because he knows that Devit doesn't mean to truly harm you though, only because of that does he end up pulling all those mean pranks on you until his brother ends up taking it too far and even Jasdero stops, refusing to participate. As childish, possessive and needy as he is he still apologises to you for that particular event, especially if it leads you to feel instantly terrified the moment he chases playfully after you as you recall that event whilst seeing him and Devit running after you. Jasdero is quite clingy, gets jealous when Devit is holding you all by himself and more than once do you find yourself smushed between those two guys as they end up harmlessly arguing who you like more before asking you to choose.

💛​He often doodles on your skin, draws little hearts or writes "I love you" all over you. I like to think that Jasdero and Devit aren't as well educated as some of the other Noah so whenever Jasdero writes something cute on you it always comes with some misspelled words which you carefully end up telling him only for him to start pouting and complaining that he never learnt how to properly write. He does a lot for your attention so he ends up convincing you to teach him a bit only to never listen to what you try to tell him most of the time. That is until Devit enters your little lessons and that is when both twins get competitive and try to prove to you that they are the smarter twins. Every morning when he is there he bursts into your room unannounced with a brush in his hand and plops down on your bed, insisting for you to do his hair for him. At one point you stop requesting for him to knock on the door as you instead learn to not undress until you have done his hair. When Devit realises that Jasdero uses his hair as an excuse to get more affection from you he suddenly storms into your room and insists for you to do the same for him as well, even starts growing his own hair for it as well.

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💛​What those two share with clothes on they also share with clothes off. Your first threesome is with those two guys and it is constantly a fight as both of them are greedy, selfish and needy. Jasdero is the more submissive one and that shows itself. Not only because he does comply somewhat with Devit's demands and normally lets his brother go first but also because he is a little masochist who loves to be beneath you. He loves it when you touch his hair and you're one of the few people he allows to touch and caress it but when you are on top of him and bounce up and down his throbbing cock he is quite literally begging you to just grab a fistful of his hair and tug at it with enough force so that it hurts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head the moment you comply as an abrupt purr leaves his lips and he suddenly starts ejaculating. Devit sometimes teases him for being so sensitive to the point where he cums way too easily and Jasdero does take quick offense in it but quickly forgets about those quiet insecurities when he sees you for the first time covered in his semen. He loves splashing his cum on your stomach and chest, it almost reminds him of painting on you like he does normally with pencils.

💛​Both twins are quite handsy even under normal circumstances and aren't even ashamed to squeeze your ass or your chest and Devit is only bad influence for you in that regard. The blonde twin has preferences for your chest though, your breasts almost like stress balls he can't get enough of squeezing, touching and even fucking once he discovers what a titjob is and it doesn't matter how small his darling is in that department. Adding to his masochistic tendencies he has a thing for temperature play though he takes it sometimes a bit too far for your tendencies. He asks you to bring matches with you and to put them out on you and if you are someone who smokes you can bet that he'll ask you to put them out on him as well. The sensation of the burning pain only adds to his already sensitive and overwhelmed nerves and he loves it. At one point during sex his brain ends up becoming kind of mushy when he's too stimulated, his sentences reduced to mindless babbles, singular words and purrs as his mind fails him. You wonder if this is what you look like to people like Tyki or Sheril. after they are done with you Still, Jasdero doesn't stop until Devit stops.

Devit

🖤​Devit is in many aspects still quite immature. He fails to control his feelings for you properly, actively attempts to rebel against them as he acts cocky and rude around you, constantly tries to put you down. Don't you walk around thinking that you have control over him and the other Noah. He plays pranks on you all the time, tries to intimidate you and does everything he can do to put you down without harming you. Deep down he feels sorry about it, especially once he sees the hurt and the wet shimmer in your eyes but instead of apologising he always walks away. In private Jasdero pleads him to stop this and his heart agrees with his brother's words but his arrogance and pride get in the way. Until one day he takes it too far as on that day he is especially pissed due to a failed mission and vents it unjustified out on you when he catches you alone when all you did was ask him if he's alright. He ends up chasing after you with a gun, occasionally fires one of his special bullets though he always makes sure to miss you. It's when Jasdero physically stops him and he notices for the first time the pure fear in your eyes, tears streaming down your face that he snaps out of his rage.

🖤​You run to Road after, Road tells the Earl about what happened and the Earl visits both twins later that night. The next day both are already on their knees when you step out of the room, furiously apologising to you, their voices sounding mildly terrified. As rough and possessive as Devit tends to be even after he has accepted his feelings, that memory is a sensitive spot that always shuts him up when you bring it up and as much as he would like to lash out and tell you that you were overreacting that time, he can't get that look you gave him out of his mind. You looked at him as if expecting him to murder you, something he would never do. Not to you... Never you... In comparison to Jasdero he is much more shamless and does everything whilst knowing that normally his behavior wouldn't be appropriate and Jasdero often ends up copying him. He slaps your ass when he walks by or makes some inappropriate comments about you, all with a smirk on his face. Some Noah still tend to be disappointed with him due to his actions, Road specifically has sworn to torment him with pranks of her own for the rest of his life and as angry as he gets with her, deep down he feels like he deserves it.

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🖤​He is not going to admit it initially but you really make him horny, he is often half-hard when around you and he gets jealous once he realises that older Noah members have already had the pleasure of indulging in you. He struggles to voice those desires though and that is because the idea of being naked and vulnerable with you secretly scares him. To still rid himself of that pesky erection though he ends up stealing your used panties, stroking his hardened length all whilst his nose is buried inside the material before a choked growl escapes him as he feels his seed spilling all over his fist and the floor. Jasdero walks in on him one time, lets out a shocked gasp and before Devit can beg or threaten him to not let you know his brother is already running to you and all Devit can do is throw the underwear on the floor before hastily zipping up his pants all whilst chasing after his twin. You find them tangled up on the floor as Jasdero is calling your name whilst Devit tries to shut him up, even attempting shove his fist inside his brother's mouth yet he doesn't succeed and the shocked look you give him is enough for him to bury his face in his hands and muffle his embarrassed screams as he rolls around on the ground.

🖤​Jasdero takes claim over your chest and Devit in return seems to take your ass for himself during sex. Most of the positions are always positions where he has a good view of your rear and can squeeze and smack it however he likes. Doggy style is his favorite and whilst he normally prefers to dominate you and be above you all of the time the few occasions where he let you ride him it was in reverse cowgirl. The words leaving his mouth are pure filth and he doesn't even attempt to filter any of them as he calls you "little bitch", even if you should be taller than him but don't mention that since he probably feels slightly embarassed if you should be taller than him, "slut" or other slightly condescending names. Something both twins have in common though is that they are quite noisy but in very different ways. Whilst Jasdero is all moaning and purring like a broken mess Devit is constantly growling and cussing, especially if he climaxes and sees his seed dripping out of your ass. The twins can never stop competing even during sex so both of them constantly push your as well as each others limit until all three of you are so exhausted that you just fall asleep together in a tangled and sweaty mess.

Lulu Bell aka Lustol

🔳​Lulu Bell isn't a Noah you immediately get to know which is a bit strange considering that you are in the truest sense of the word swarmed by most of the other members. She's calm, she's quiet and she almost appears to prefer staying in the shadows. She remains someone you truly don't understand at all as she is quite aloof in your eyes. You haven't really interacted much with her nor have you had long conversations with her. It is this distance that you always thought existed between her and you that gives you the wrong idea about her true feelings for you. You thought that she was one of the Noah who didn't want to accept you but that could not have been more of a lie. Lule Bell has in fact accepted you since the very beginning, has acknowledged her feelings from the very start and has been infatuated with you from the moment you were brought here. She just has a very different way of showing it in comparison to people like Road or the twins who are very clingy. Lulu Bell is the one who stalks you, who always watches over you and who always memorises every little important detail she observes as she analyses you in your new life.

🔳​Road has been playing annoying but ultimately harmless tricks on Devit ever since one of his supposed pranks went too far, Lulu Bell has been punishing him much harder. She indulges in the activity commonly referred to as pranks as well, only that her attempts are far more dangerous. She one time set fire on Devit's clothes and whilst Devit accuses her of trying to murder him she just gives him a stoic and cold expression before stating that she would never do that and that he isn't made out of sugar. Once you manage to start a conversation with her you get a tad bit uncomfortable, mainly because you are caught off guard by everything she seems to know about you. In some form Lulu Bell almost reminds you of a guard dog. She's usually very composed, quiet and polite around even others from the Noah family, except the Earl, yet around you she is quite obedient as her entire interest seems to revolve around you, your interests and your safety. Another thing that surprises you is to find out that she is quite affectionate in her own ways. She likes laying her head on your lap, likes when you praise her, likes when she can do something for you to make you happy.

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🔳​She represents the Lust of the Noah and that is really all you need to know about her to get a vague idea of what might lay ahead in the future. You would like to believe that Lulu isn't that kind of person since she appears always so melancholy and calculated yet the truth is that you don't know what is going on in her head and perhaps it is better that way. It is the woman's desire to please you to her best abilities and for her to prove that to you she is not above coercing you into bed with her. By the time you are nude in front of her whilst she grips your thighs and spreads them apart you have already had your fair share of sex with other Noah, a knowledge that only fuels Lulu Bell's own lust to finally get a taste of you as well. She always ends up overstimulating you, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're lightheaded. A glass of water is always pushed past your lips to keep you hydrated as she ensures your health before she picks up right where she stopped. You are the only one who looks like the mess when all is finally over as she still manages to look like the elegant and cold beauty even with your juices covering her chin and her hands, golden eyes watching you as she licks her fingers.

🔳​Lulu can shapeshift. She can change her appearance, her height, her gender and even her species. You've always known that about her yet it is only when she starts getting sensual with you that you realise what possibilities she has. Possibilities she fully utelises. She elongates her tongue to reach further into you, turns her fingers into almost tentacle-like appendages which wriggle around and explore the deepest parts of you that no one else, not even the other Noah, have ever reached. She's even offered that she could change her gender if you should prefer the feeling of cumming around a dick, an offer you shot down as the thought made you feel embarrassed and awkward. As unfaced as Lulu often seems, her facade crumbles when you start praising her as she is a sucker for compliments from you. That's when she starts purring happily, the vibrations making your walls clench whenever her tongue is diving inside of you as she gets drunk on your sticky release. As someone often stalking you without you knowing of it, Lulu has turned into a voyeur, her fingers sneaking inside her own panties whenever she spots you masturbating as she starts playing with her own clit.

Sheril Kamelot

🪢​Sheril has welcomed you with open arms the moment you were introduced to the family and it didn't even need Road to convince him of your worth. His own obsession took care of that very nicely all alone already. Being spoiled is nothing unusual for you but even you admit that Sheril is very excessive about it. There is rarely a day where he doesn't gift to you new jewelry, dresses or other articles of clothing. Once he finds out that Road always holds tea parties with you in her own dimension he gets ridiculously upset about it, whines to her that he'd love to participate as well and that he could bring the most wonderful tea, delicious cakes and expensive set of cups and teapots with him if she were to let him join. He even buys cute and frilly dresses, insists for her and you to wear them when she has her fun with you whilst denying him of his wish to see his cherished daughter and his beloved looking all beautiful and cute together. His reactions are comedical and he's almost quite ridiculous though at one point you know better than to underestimate him or let your guard down. A wise decision. After all Sheril is very possessive even if there may not always be a need to show it.

🪢​The Kamelot residence is one of the few places where you are allowed to visit, with preparation beforehand after all. It is only then that you are mortified to find out that Sheril is in fact married to another woman. Tricia is a nice and kind woman, though of fragile health and from that point on you try to reject his affection. You know Sheril doesn't love her, you know he only uses and manipulates her yet your skin crawls whenever he tries to touch you from that point on. What were you hoping by denying him though, doll? He doesn't react well to your silly attempts to distance yourself out of a sense of respect for his wife. In fact it only reveals to you the seedy and greedy man that has been hiding underneath that sappy facade all along. You shouldn't concern yourself at all with what Tricia might feel if she were to find out that her husband is obsessed with another and doesn't care about her at all. He isn't even shy to suggest that he could stage something to have her succumb tragically due to some fatal disease, words you know he means. Only by accepting his smothering affection from that day on you know you can guarantee her survival.

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🪢​Sheril is the Noah of Desire and desiring he does you all the time. In innocent and in carnal ways. He's well aware of your inner guilt and shame of allowing yourself to be doted on and loved by him despite being married and he can already guess how you'd feel about committing adultery with him. A topic that would only ever heighten your shame and guilt only excites Sheril. You're quite an innocent thing after all so the idea of dragging you into his own desires and forcing you to writhe and cum around a man's cock who is wedded to another has his heart beating faster and his cock straining against his pants. He wants to see the tears of shame burning in your eyes, wants to watch as the discomfort on your face turns into pleasure until you're forced to cum around his dick. Sheril has a corruption kink going on and he doesn't even attempt to hide it at all. He adores cooing down at you whilst you're pushed over the edge and gush around his member thrusting in and out of you, chiding you for enjoying this all so much even though you yourself insisted on adultery being wrong. But if it really feels as good as it does, it can't be all that bad now, can it?

🪢​His corruption kink gets only more and more twisted as he forces to to wear Tricia's clothes and fucks you inside of them and at one point he even has you wearing her wedding ring, a mixture of purrs and growls rumbling from inside his chest as his hips move against your own whilst he's wearing his own wedding ring, fingers intertwined with your own. You don't know what he would have given to marry you and make you officially his beloved yet he knows that the other Noah would object to that and he has to oblige as you are a shared lover of the family. He marks you in other ways, leaves bite marks all over your skin as he shares the blood kink with his brother and he seems to share sometimes when lost in his own desires the same fantasy as the Earl to impregnate you, get you all round with his baby and to make you the mother of his children. Sheril is in comparison to his brother Tyki much more sadistic though, he hurts you and makes you uncomfortable to the point where you end up crying and shedding tears only to feel his hands wiping the hot tears away from your cheeks, a sickening purr vibrating in his chest as his hips pick up speed.

Maushyma

🕶️​You're actually quite comfortable around Maushyma. Whilst he is just as determined to keep you with the Noah family he isn't nearly as overbearing as most of the others. In fact when he is around he often intervenes when he notices that you're uncomfortable due to the antics of the family. He's protective of you in the same way an older brother would be and you appreciate that. Maushyma hasn't always been that way. There was a time where he held a slight grudge against you too, always gave off that slightly mocking aura when you were around as he couldn't understand how one single human had managed to worm their way into the heart of the Noah family. He's always been mature about it though and whilst not accepting you initially he always tolerated you at the very least. By now all those negative feelings have completely disappeared and have instead been replaced by something akin to pity. He pities you sometimes for the situation that you find yourself in, especially since he's aware that you had a normal life before all of this. It may not have been perfect and he might sometimes try to highlight the advantages of living now in the Ark but he sees the toll it tends to have on you.

🕶️​He advocates for you to get at least a bit more freedom whenever he has the chance or notices that your mood has hit rock bottom. If you should have had a pet before you were abducted he suggests bringing it over so that you have at least some semblance of normalcy in your life and if you shouldn't have one he would probably still suggest that they should get you one to help your mind to focus on something else than the isolation and the new life you're forced to lead. He loves drinking, has actually invited you over to enjoy a few bottles of wine with him only to be stopped by another Noah. Maushyma's tolerance when it comes to booze is nothing short of terrific after all and they don't want your liver to give up on you as Maushyma sometimes tends to forget that he can hold his liquor better than any human could ever. So instead he just drinks herbal tea with you as alcohol is out of option per say of all other Noah members. Whenever you're feeling depressed or down he prepares you hot tea and even lets you put on his sunglasses even though you know how important they are to him. Honestly, he's one of the Noah you feel most at ease with which does attract some jealousy.

Fiedla

👅​Fiedla is a very passive person who tends to follow the orders and the decisions of others instead of making his own. So whilst he might also harbor the common mindset that normal humans are inferior in comparison to his family he has never bothered to try to spite you. That carefree and passive behavior of his eases him pretty much into his obsession. It brings his fair share of disadvantages with it though. Often he is either too dense to realise that he is making you uncomfortable or he decides that he can't be bothered to care enough, forcing you to spend time with him all whilst you're feeling a high level of discomfort in his presence. The fact that he so nonchalantly showed you his Parasitic Tongue covered in eyeballs and told you very explicitly what it can do has only frightened you more and as if truly too uncaring or blind to see how uncomfortable and disgusted you are with those features of his he has even shown you the mouth on his belly. You feel queasy whenever you catch a glimpse of his tongue, his eyeballs always looking into your direction as if also sharing the same obsession with him and it always takes another Noah to reprimand him and tell him to stop.

👅​His passiveness has one advantage though which is that he also does most requests you give him without questioning it much or expecting a reward for it, even finding himself often taking your side when arguments happen. He isn't nearly as clingy as half of the other Noah and just like Lulu he is actually often watching you from behind the scenes. He could be laying on the couch whilst you're surrounded by Road, Jasdero, Devit and other members who are trying to get your attention yet his gaze would still be glued to you. If there is one habit of his that you really don't like it is the fact that he goes into your room when you aren't in it simply to walk around inside of it, open your drawers and cabinets to see what you have in your room. He's curious after all and he doesn't have anything better to do which is the most common answer he gives you when you try to tell him to stop. He doesn't even bother to justify himself and judging from the look on his face you know that he'll do it sooner or later again.

Wisely Kamelot

👁️​Wisely himself isn't even all that unpleasant for you. It is his Demon Eyes that make you uncomfortable as he is able to read your thoughts, your mind not safe around him. Sure, he insists that he respects your privacy and wouldn't want to poke around in your head but that is a lie and other Noah tell you so as well. You know it's a lie as he always responds to questions crossing your mind when you are around or comments on a thought that you had but didn't dare to voice. It's his ability to read thoughts of others that makes it impossible for Wisely to remain delusional as he can quite literally look inside your head to know what's going on and how you're feeling. He knows how you think and feel about other Noah so it actually isn't uncommon for the Earl or other Noah to ask him how you feel about them. Even Devit sometimes drags him away to ask him what you think about him though he threatens Wisely to never tell you about that. He shares such information the most with his sister Road as both of them muse how they can get you to warm up to all members as good as possible. Armed with the knowledge of what you think about him all the time, Wisely has the best requirements.

👁️​Even though he isn't the oldest Noah he is actually able to remember the lives of all of his previous reincarnations which give him a surprising amount of wisedom you don't expect. Wisely is sometimes almost childish after all, wanting to be the center of your attention and fighting over it with the rest of his family and sometimes even daring to ask if he can share a bed with you when he struggles to fall asleep. Still, he will make use of his abilities and the information he gathers through it. He is willing to compromise with you if it helps him to get closer to you but he simply can't stop reading your mind. It's his ability after all and deep down he actually enjoys that he has such an intimate bond with you where he can so casually always know what you're thinking. Like Maushyma his powers enable him to step in whenever he hears your thoughts and realises that you're not feeling well at the moment. You've learned after some time of being forced to live with the Noah that just sucking it up and suffering silently is the best choice you have. In such moments Wisely appears, hoping that you'll think of him in that moment as your hero.

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👁️​The ability to look into the mind of other people can be a blessing as much as it can be a curse and that holds especially true if so many of the Noah hold such desire and lust for you. Tyki is bad, Sheril is worse, Lulu Bell is shocking and there are so many more Noah who give Wisely a headache. This is actually how he always knows who has already fucked you and who has fucked you most recently. It's partially embarrassing but he'd lie if he were to say that he doesn't try to peak deeper into the memory of other Noah to find out more about it. He often ends up with a headache and a restricting tightness in his pants as even reading the memories of other Noah having sex with you seems to affect him. It's especially bad if someone is currently devouring your pussy whilst he's also in the Ark as he picks up on the thoughts of you and whoever your current partner is, the thoughts just flodding into his mind whilst he's either not able to stop them or doesn't want to stop them. He can't help himself when he fishes his own stiff cock out of his pants and starts masturbating whilst listening in on the thoughts of you and the other Noah, able to visualise what you must look like in that moment.

👁️​As weird as it might sound by the point you have your first time with Wisely he already knows pretty well where to touch you thanks to all the thoughts of other Noah. He does often all the foreplay by using his tongue and his fingers, his five eyes watching you very closely. He gets more lazy though when it's his time to be pleasured which is why he often allows you to take the lead by riding him, letting you do all the work whilst he just leans back and enjoys the pleasure he receives. He might even get a little bit bratty and demanding whilst beneath you now that he has your entire attention only on himself. His hands are grasping your flesh tightly, his hips chasing after yours as he whines, growls and begs for more compliments from you. He's beautiful after all, there should be more than enough that you can praise and compliment him for. He especially adores it when he knows that your words of praise are sincere, your thoughts speaking nothing but the truth which leads him to let out happy purrs as he basks in your undivided attention and adoration.

Toraido

👨‍⚖️​Toraido initially puts away his own feelings of confusion and distrust he harbors for you, unclear with himself whether he should view you as a threat or if he should plunge himself into the same obsession so many other Noah have fallen in already. Instead as soon as the Earl declares you to now stay with their family he instantly only focuses on the task he has been given each reincarnation. Toraido is the Judge, he is responsible to see it through that no family members betrays the Noah and now that you have been made part of that family his judgement is cast upon you from that day on too. Whenever he is around you can feel his golden eyes following you, the same serious expression always decorating his face as if he's judging your every breath. He's by far one of the strictest people within the family, always voting to restrict your freedom as much as possible which has led you to not like Toraido at all yet your feelings do not deter his determination in the least. Toraido has already once failed in his purpose when Nea not only betrayed but nearly killed the entire family and for that it is no wonder that he antagonises the recent reincarnation of him as much as he does.

👨‍⚖️​He doesn't even allow you anywhere near Nea whenever he is around and Toraido is by far not the only Noah who doesn't want you to be around the 14th too much. In Toraido's eyes the traitor would only be a terrible influence for you and he can't have that. Toraido is about as taciturn as Lulu Bell is, maybe even more as you discover that he really seems to dislike talking. The few times you tried to spark conversations with him he merely gave you a single glance, letting you bathe in the embarrassing silence. It is not within his desires to talk to you as it would seem, being able to observe you and ensure that you never betray the Noah family seems to be enough for him. However, sometimes he drags you to his own room where he guides you to sit down before he starts meditating, silently demanding from you to follow his example. Such an unexpected action from him happens almost exclusively when Toraido notices how tense and stressed you are and his forceful invitation to meditate with him is apparently his way of attempting to help you to relax. You must say, it is nice to be surrounded by nothing but silence for a while.

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👨‍⚖️​Toraido has never considered himself to be impatient nor selfish when it comes to you. He understands that you are after all a shared darling for the entire Noah family and he has always put his own duty as the Judge above the silly commotion of sleeping with you. He doesn't mind that at one point he is one of the few who hasn't gotten his taste of you yet. It is only when he realises that apparently Nea, despite always edging you on and teasing, hasn't gotten you for himself either that he finally starts getting competitive. He doesn't want to be last, not when it is Nea who is also still left. He doesn't want to lose against the traitor once more. So the next time you find yourself knocking on the door to his room as he left a note for you informing you that he wants to see you, the meditation session you expected to happen to him never happens. Instead he sits quietly in the middle of the room, not even looking at you when you open the door which leaves you to tentatively step closer to him only to be suddenly grabbed by the hips and pulled down as his lips crash against your own, a quiet growl leaving his lips as he rubs his bulge against your cloathed pussy.

👨‍⚖️​You've never encountered someone so utterly quiet whenever he takes you. No teasing words, no dirty talk, no pleas, no whines, no moans. Only the subtle growl occasionally escaping his chest, so quiet and short that you sometimes wonder if you were merely imagining it or not. Sex with Toraido isn't always fulfilling for you though, mainly because he only pleasures you when he deems that you have behaved yourself well in your new life with the Noah family. If he deems that you haven't behaved properly and were very impolite and disrespectful you're only getting the feeling of his cock hammering against the back of your throat, only left with your hardest attempts not to gag as you're forced to suck him off until he comes and splashes his sticky and translucent semen all over your face and chin. Only when he judges your attitude and your actions around the Noah as obedient and good will he be the one to pleasure you, forcing you into all sorts of positions that vaguely remind you of yoga figures whilst taking you from different directions. Your joints and muscles always hurt as he bends you into shapes that always test your flexibility to its limit.

Maitora

⚙️​Maitora always works from behind the scenes and even though you often don't notice them they are always somewhere in the background. In fact it is Maitora who has actually built the Ark and who has had a large hand in creating the room you're currently living in as well. All technology that you find yourself surrounded with, they have created and they take pride in knowing how amazed you are by their inventions. Whenever you accidentally break something or another Noah breaks something, a likely scenario if the twins are around anywhere, Maitora has it all fixed within 24 hours. It's no secret that you often feel down or bored, stuck in a room and spoiled with money until you almost become jaded with all the presents you receive, and it is then that Maitora has the idea to build you harmless machines with which you can play and entertain yourself with. Mechanical figures that can walk and dance around and other silly inventions that they come up with. Sometimes you're even allowed to watch them working on another project and can even participate if they're building something that isn't involved with the Ark.

⚙️​You're more likely to meet Maitora when little to no light is around since they don't like the brightness and prefer the darkness. Since they are so inconspicious they sometimes spend minutes watching you from a few feet away without you even noticing it until you finally look up and nearly suffer from a heart attack then and there. At least they listen when you ask them to inform you of their presence next time unless they want to be responsible for you dying due to your heart stopping. From that day on they tap your shoulder if you haven't noticed them two minutes after they have arrived. They like taking care of mice, even have a few of them as pets. If you shouldn't like mice they are going to be a bit sad since they're fond of the little animals but will accept your fear and hide them whenever you visit their room. If you should be someone who actually likes mice though they're going to be excited about the possible aspect of bonding more by taking care of the mice together with you. If you do a good job they might even gift you a few of your own which you can keep in your room and raise yourself. They might even cure some of your loneliness.

Nea D. Campell

​🎹​Shunned, distrusted, kept away from you as often as possible. Nea has successfully turned his own family against him when he betrayed them and killed multiple of them, leaving only Adam and Road left by the end of it all. It is only the Earl that still holds true affection for him, who still welcomes him despite everything that he as done and Nea takes advantage of the attachment the Lor Millenium still holds for him to gain more privacy and time with you. He has no shame using others to achieve his own goal, ruthless and manipulative as he goes about his day. He does not wish to be part of the Noah family yet is forced to do so by the Earl, hating yet temporarily resigned to the knowledge that a Noah can't hide from other Noah. For now he is left with no choice but to accept the fact that you will never be truly his, not with all the other Noah around. If there should ever be a chance for him to make you solely his though Nea is going to seize it as he embodies possessive love in its truest sense. He wants you to belong to him and only him. For now he has to remain patient though as he manoeuvres his way through each day, surrounded by Noa who don't want him anywhere near you.

​🎹​He's exceptionally skilled in acting and deceiving you, always sweet and gentle when he talks to you, luring you to his side by playing piano for you, his voice soft and his eyes warm when you converse with him. It almost manages to fool your heart even if it wouldn't be for the fear you hold against the Noah overall and the warnings you receive from everyone else. His feelings for you aren't pure, an unhealthy obsession mingling with his hatred for humans. You're no equal and he sees Adam's wish to treat you as an equal and as a lover as a naive daydream. Sure, you are infinitely better than any other human yet to Nea you are no equal. You are a little, exotic pet that he wants to own and possess yet he can't have it his way. So his only choice is to try to feed you with his lies and poison to get you as attached and as addicted to him as possible. The mere notion of sharing you with all the other Noah is ridiculous, nothing short of distasteful yet for now he has to practice his patience and wait for the right moment. He's going to betray them again as soon as he gets the chance and he will take you with him for he desires to have you only for his own eyes and his own pleasure.

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​🎹​Nea doesn't want to have to approach you, doesn't want to bow down to his own desires and seek you out. Such a thing would be unsightly and beneath him. No, he wants you to be the one to seek him out, to beg for him and tell him that you need him and he doesn't even mind playing the long mindgame with you to achieve it. The moment you're left alone he lures you away, that kind look being replaced by a devious gleam in his eyes as soon as it's only him and you. It starts out with teasing touches, with sweetly condescending words yet every time you have another encounter with him the situation escalates more and more until your panties hang loosely around your ankles whilst three of his fingers are plunged deep within you, his thumb playing around with your sensitive clit and his lips muffling your whines and whimpers. God, you can almost feel yourself cumming as his fingers pump in and out of you fastly, can already feel your walls clenching around his digits until he suddenly pulls out of you, leaving your walls clamping painfully around the sudden nothingness as you let out a frustrated sob as he denies you once again an orgasm.

​🎹​He despises that he isn't the first one who claimed you even though it was his own pride holding him back. He loathes that so many Noah already got their hands on you. You're spoiled good, nothing more than a worthless human who has sold their own body to anyone available. The switch in personalities is jarring every single time as Nea's words are not meant to degrade you whilst turning you on but are meant to target your insecurities and to break you down whilst you're already so vulnerable and exposed, pressed benath him. You end up crying each time when you find yourself once again fooled by his sweet facade, his words hurting you and his denial of letting you cum multiple times leaving you on edge. He won't give you your desired pleasure, not until he has broken you enough for you to sob and chant to him that you're only his precious pet and that the other Noah should mean absolutely nothing to you. Only then are you allowed to gush around his cock, the cracks already in your heart. Who knows, he might just break the old man's heart by destroying him his dream and have you swell with his own child before anyone else and stake his claim over you in something as the first one.

[alienaiver]

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Can I request HC and reaction for Allen, Lavi and Kanda meeting an mythology/cryptid/monster/were/etc female Reader. They met Reader, when they were saving someone, destroying Akuma and dodge/run from danger in true form, while using magic that not belong to neither Noah side, nor Order side.

D.Gray-Men reacting to a mythical creature

Characters: Lavi Bookman, Allen Walker, and Yu Kanda.

Fem!Reader, Violence, cursing, reader is not human. Using 3 different mythical creature descriptions for each boy.

Lavi Bookman-

Lavi pov

“These damn Akuma!” I screamed out feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount. It felt like I had been here for hours.

“Help!” A small child screamed in the distance. I dashed to save them.

“Big hammer little hammer, grow, grow, grow!” I exclaimed ready to take out the nasty akuma.

A loud whooshing sound flew past me with speed that I had never seen before. They slayed the akuma with a strange power blast coming from her fingertip, saving the small child. After the dust cleared, I noticed it was a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. However, with closer inspection, I noticed that she definitely wasn’t human. She was glowing f/c with f/c butterfly wings attracted to her back. She looked ethereal and I felt my knees going weak. I guess she noticed me and set the child down flapping her wings up in the air.

“No wait!” I exclaimed wanting to talk to her

She turned her head as she kept herself in the air. Now I had a perfect view of her. Her mesmerizing e/c eyes were sparkling and her hair looked like it was in water. She was stunning.

“Who are you?” I asked trying my best not to scare her away.

“Y/n.” She responded simply looking into my eye. She then descended turning into a human?“You?” She asked with a confused by look on her face as her new form shone in the moonlight.

“Oh me! I’m Lavi Bookman! It’s nice to meet ya, y/n!” I spoke excitedly as a furious blush erupted in my face.

“You as well.” She whispered, turing back into her previous form and going back into the sky.

“Come down!” I asked her

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” She responded flying away much to my disappointment.

“Wait!” I examined running slightly after her. But she was too fast and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen flew away.

“I know I’ll see you again.” I whispered into the night. I then sighed turning around to make sure the child she saved was okay as I thought to ask Panda what she was knowing full well that that power she used wasn’t innocence or anything else I had ever seen.

“She was so pretty.” The child spoke looking up at where she flew off.

“Yeah, yeah she is.” I whispered.

Yu Kanda-

Kanda Pov

“Now Mugen go!” I yelled slaying three akuma that were laying waste to a small town.

I jumped in the air once more trying to attack more akuma. Just was I was about to attack a sudden blast from a level 2 Akuma was sent my way. I blocked the attack just in time but it sent me flying back into a stone wall. The air was knocked out of my lungs making me cough. The same akuma came lunging forward and I tried to fight but my body wouldn’t move like I wanted it to. Just as I grasped my sword something grabbed it. Vines?

“What the hell?” I muttered getting up ready to face whatever was next.

“Die, scum.” A mysterious voice spat crushing the akuma with its vines.

A forest green vine like creature with e/c eyes and the body of a woman took out a level 2 akuma like it was nothing. She looked at it with the same look that I’ve seen so many others make before except I had never seen such a power before. She wasn’t human in fact I’m not even sure what she was.

She then looked at me and the angry look in her eyes faded showing a softer look. She gave me a small smile before turning back and walking towards the woods.

“Hey, wait. Who are you?” I whispered as my voice was horse.

She stopped without looking at me and spoke in a voice so soft that any normal person wouldn’t have been able hear. And then to my surprise, changed her shape into a human like one.

“Y/n.” Was all she spoke before changing back and disappearing into the forest.

After I regained my strength, I battled every last akuma. I fought until it was dawn until the last one was slain just as the sun peaked through the horizon, completing my mission. The remaining towns folk thanked me as I made my way back to the Black Order, desperate for some answers. All the while my mind couldn’t get rid of her. How she liked, how quickly and easily she killed a level 2, and how soft her voice was. I needed answers and most importantly…

“I know I’ll see you again, y/n.” I spoke aloud as a strange sensation filled my chest.

Allen Walker-

Allen pov

“Tim-campy, go notify the nearest exorcist that I need some backup.” I shouted at tim.

There were too many of them, even for me. And I desperately needed to save the people of this town. Too many have already died due to many high level akuma terrorizing them. I wish Lavi or Kanda were here to give me support.

“Shit.” I exclaimed as I noticed an akuma just about to kill a small family.

I leapt to destroy it and save the soul trapped inside. However, I was shoved back by an akuma attack. I flew back into the ground coughing from impact. I tried getting up but more akumas began surround me and the small family. I began to panic a little, feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the situation at hand.

“Dammit, I need help.” I spoke to no one in particular.

I killed the three akuma that were before be as they were blocking my path to the family. I acted as quickly as I could manage. Just as I was about to reach the family that was screaming for their lives, I say fir?

The figure swooped in slashing all of the akuma ;that surrounded the family, saving them. I was awestruck by the sight. It like a wolf but it was standing on its hides legs. It looked at me and I noticed it had yellow eyes and grayish hair. It was a scary, but interesting sight. However, it turned to the family and I worried that it might attack them. So, I rushed at it knocking it out of the way. I heard it whimper and I felt a small pang in my heart at the noise.

“Are you all alright?” I asked the family as they all nodded still in shock at the events that happened tonight.

I looked at the creature only to find the body of a beautiful woman getting up instead. I was shocked by her. How in the hell can she do that? Was it innocence? I couldn’t have been as she wasn’t wearing any clothes nor did I see the familiar innocence green. She looked at me and I could tell she was pissed. I couldn’t blame her considering how hard I had hit her.

“Are you okay, what’s your name? Are you okay?” I asked her feeling really bad for hitting her. She gave me a blank stare looking into my eyes with uncertainty and confusion.

“Y/n. That’s my name.” She stated

“Nice to meet you. I’m Allen Walker.” I told her stepping forward trying to greet her.

However, that only scared her as she immediately ran at an incredible speed truing back into her previous form.

“Wait, please! I just want to talk to you. I’m so sorry for earlier!” I pleated with her feeling disheartened.

She was gone. I shook my head forcing myself to refocus on the task at hand. It seemed that with her help, all of the akuma were slain. I smiled to myself thinking about her. She was pretty, maybe the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.

“I’ll see you again y/n, I know I will. Take care.” I whispered before going back to tend to the family and by others that were wounded in the village.

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[animeyanderetalker]

I am chubby and love food/drinks, so:

Me 🤝 Nanami (foodies buddies)

Me 🤝 Gojo (he totally consumes a lot of food because his body uses a lot of energy)

Me 🤝 Sukuna (canonically loves eating)

Me 🤝 Tyki (likes eating, not picky about it)

Me 🤝 Allen (canonically eats a lot)

I would agree with almost everything on here except Sukuna but more to him later:

Allen is a typical shounen protagonist who eats a lot and he is gladly going to share the food with his darling. Whenever he devours something he always offers you bites and when he discovers something especially delicious he is especially excited and insists for you to take a bite.

Tyki is a man who adores providing for his darling and due to his human and his Noah personality that is going to show itself in different ways. As Tyki he is pretty much just a commoner who enjoys good food and shares it gladly with you. Yes, he isn't going to serve you a five-star meal like his brother Sheril constantly does but sometimes a simple sandwich or soup is the best. If his Noah personality takes over his standards rise and then he is going to feed you much more expensive food.

Genuinely speaking and perhaps going against common depictions, I can see Nanami letting his darling continue to work if the relationship is going smooth whilst he stays at home and plays the part of the househusband. He's going to clean, to cook and will also tend to the children if him and his darling should ever have a few. As a househusband he is going to provide in a different way by always welcoming his darling back with a perfectly cleaned house and a delicious dinner already prepared. He is going to keep his darling well fed, making sure that he creates a good balance of healthy and nutritious meals whilst also indulging his s/o with their favorite food/sweets at times.

Gojo has a confirmed sweet tooth, he's constantly chewing on something or on his way to buy something since Six Eyes and Infinity demand a lot of energy. There's always a snack he carries around and as soon as you are there he makes it a habit to stock up on even more sweets to share them with you. Once he finds out that you are a foodie as well you can bet your arse that he is going to drag you around and make it his personal mission to try out all bars, restaurants and café with you.

Sukuna loves eating, that is true. His diet is very different from his darling though because he feasts on human flesh. Honestly, he's just plain sadistic and is probably going to point it out if his darling is on a more chubby side and depending on their reaction he is either going to bully them if they feel insecure about it or will let it be if it doesn't trigger anything. If you love food though he is going to ruin that for you simply because he can. If you enjoy food so much why don't you join him for his next meal then?

[hevlaska]

dgm quartet + reader with PMDD

PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) is an endocrine disease that causes intense pms symptoms + depression, anxiety, mood swings, changes in apetite, and many other things, 10 - 14 days before a person's period. I was recently diagnosed and I thought this would be comforting for me bc im kinda struggling with it recently. Do with it what you will.

Brief nsfw mentions for Lavi and Kanda sorry. Its just boobs + sex mentions lol but you know. Tumblr. Just gotta be safe.

Allen

He's really kind about it, but it can be hard for him to be patient with you sometimes when your symptoms start to show.

You get into very hopeless, dire moods and he wants to snap at you when you speak unkindly about yourself. But he restrains himself

Would probably do a bunch of research on it and give suggestions on how to better cope with it, if you don't have a handle on it already.

Hes ready to give you whatever you need tbh. If you need space, he'll leave you be. If you're wanting support, he's there.

There are times when Allen will need a moment to cool down, too, when you're having a hard time. It stresses him out to see you so upset, and he has to walk away sometimes.

Often suggests different food to make you feel better. Will force Link to make it for you

Lenalee

Because it is influenced by stress and trauma, I imagine Lenalee may have PMDD herself. Or, at least knows of it, since everyone in her line of work experiences stress and trauma.

If she doesnt know of it, she researches it, similarly to Allen. But its easier for her to be patient with you than it is for him. That is, unless she experiences it herself.

In that case you two are synced and theres either a lot of crying or a lot of arguing. Or both!

yeah, sorry but two people with pmdd....no. just no

You might be very on and off with her because of it.

If she doesn't have symptoms, though, she takes very good care of you! Makes you tea, exercises with you, lots of cuddles.

There are times when you can be really difficult though and even she would lose her patience sometimes. Not that it would even result in a fight, she'd just drop the subject.

Lavi

Lavi is a walking encyclopedia so he knows what pmdd is and how to treat it. He's actually very good to you about it, and rarely does it ever result in genuine arguments, even when you do have serious mood swings and say the most depressed things he's ever heard very suddenly.

Offers to massage your boobs lol. He's trying to be funny but also knows you're in pain

another one who would exercise with you, but prefers napping together, of course!

Is very good at wrapping you in blankets, holding your face and talking sense into you.

When he can't deal with you though, which is rare, he just avoids talking to you if it gets far enough. He doesn't track your cycle or anything but can tell when you're suffering. The type to shut you out for a while and then act like nothing happened.

Kanda

Uh oh

Like, I was gonna say there's a lot of arguments around the time that you start experiencing symptoms, but. It's just these little (loud, though) spats about you suddenly being the most dramatic depressed person on earth and him getting really pissed when you speak about yourself with so much hate

I was gonna say he'd yell at you, which is probably still true, but genuinely? You could make this man cry. The shit I say when pmdd hits, I think seeing someone he loved like that would upset him deeply. He'd be terrified of you snapping and offing yourself tbh

but, the fights wouldn't last long, I don't think. You just end up crying in his arms lol

He really encourages you to do anything you can to cope because he's scared bro!! He's pushy about it

Will exercise with you. He really pushes this one, because it helps him, too. Will do whatever he can to help you along, if you're kinda weak or inexperienced with exercise

Forces you to eat if you lose your appetite

Doesn't care if it lowers your libido. Even though physical touch of any kind is usually how he expresses his feelings for you, because he sucks with words, he's fine as long as he can cuddle you whenever lol

If you don't have that problem he might try to fuck the self loathing out of you though. Again, he's a very physical guy.

[bittencandy]

Tyki Milk NSFW Alphabet List

Note: This isn't proofread yet because it's like 4am here. I'll go over everything when I have time.

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex): 

 When he was younger and still a little inexperienced, he was awful. Truly, truly awful.

He was absolutely the type to get what he wanted and immediately dash - often while the person he had just slept with was still recovering from their recent romp and too dazed to really be aware that he had even left.

On the flip side, he had even (embarrassingly) passed out a few times after he and his current lover had reached their peaks. Snoring and still covered in cum, in a stranger's bed. He's been slapped awake and thrown out onto the street on many occasions.

If only he had a nickel.

He can at least say that's all in the past, and he's since then learned that aftercare is an important step after sex. It's even become one of his favorite aspects of it. He's usually a bit sluggish afterwards, body heavy and sapped, all relaxed and malleable like heated wax. All he wants to do is bask in the afterglow. The scent of sex in the air, the salt of your skin, the heady fragrance of your shampoo and lotions, it's all an intoxicating cocktail.

After days, weeks, sometimes months apart acting out missions for the Earl or working the mines with the boys, all he wants to do is enjoy being with you. Feeling the warm shape of your body pressed up against his after so much time apart. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, gently kissing the water-colored marks and bruises he left behind like little apologies, and just whispering and joking together. Just holding you against his chest and feeling you while he breathes in the nicotine of a post sex cigarette.

So, if you're eager to clean up afterwards you may have to nudge him to do it. He'll groan and moan about it but it's all in good fun. If you're in the mood for another round and goad him into cleaning up by having him join you in the bath, he'll have you up in his arms and out of bed so fast it'll make your head spin.

B = Body part (their favorite body part belonging to themselves and their partner): 

His dic-

No, but on a serious note if he had to really narrow it down, it would have to be his hands. He usually channels his abilities through his hands. Cloaking them with dark matter to block enemy blows or slice through an opponent. Releasing Teez through his palms to subdue Exorcist and Finders alike.

But he likes them best because of the effect they have on you. His hands are rough. Calloused and worn from working in the mines. From grappling an axe for hours on end to split and break apart the earth, gripping the worn splintered wood of a breast auger to twist it into the face of coal like a comically sized bottle opener. It's grueling work. But the way you react to the beaten texture of his hands is enough to make it all worth it. The way you shiver and writhe under his palms, arching against his touch.

Yeah, probably his hands.

It's so cliche, but your eyes for sure. The shape, the color, the delicate bend of your eyelashes - he loves it all. He has a thing for eye contact, so whenever he catches you staring at him it's a stroke to his ego. He can't help the mix of pride and sappy adoration that inflates his chest whenever he notices you watching him. That you're just as infatuated with him as he is with you. That you can't help but look.

When he locks gazes with you and your eyes flicker away, skipping off like a startled deer. Visibly embarrassed that you had been caught. It's so cute. So sweet. He eats it up every time. But sometimes when he meets your vision you don't look away. You level him with a flirty glare, weighted and sweet like warm honey. Your eyes dark with barely contained want. It's a proposition for a challenge. A call he can't resist.

He loves that look just as much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): 

He's utterly filthy with it. If you leave the decision of where he cums up to him, he'll be divided that's for sure. It's a 50/50 split between pulling out and marking your body with his cum or staying deep inside and filling you up completely. He loves the way it looks against your skin. To cover you with it. To smear it across your body as a way to please that possessive little voice that nips at the back of his mind.

But he loves to watch it drip out of you as well. To push it back inside with his fingers, making sure none escapes. Of course, he can always just give you another load if it does.

Sometimes, unable to resist, he'll duck between your legs and scoop it up with his tongue. Moaning at the taste of you both. Sucking your collective mess into his greedy mouth despite how sensitive you still are. Pinning you down by trapping your twitching hips underneath a forearm so that he can lap at your dripping cunt, smearing your cum all over his face.

D = Dirty secret (a fantasy, fetish or kink that they may be reluctant to share): It's probably not all that surprising for someone like him and you've probably already had assumptions about it yourself, but he's entertained the idea of a threesome more than once.

Tyki isn't the type to be embarrassed about his kinks or new things he'd like to try in the bedroom, but this is something that he himself is on the fence about. 

Back before the two of you became involved and put a name on your relationship Tyki had been involved in many threesomes. Hell, he's been a part of orgies before. You'd be surprised the sort of parties that the bored and wealthy may throw. And as Lord Sheril's bachelor brother with a reputation for sleeping around he's been invited to many. So, there's no insecurity in that department. 

But what he is, is hesitant to do is to share you. 

It's no secret that he's a possessive lover. And as bad as it may be, it's a quality of his that you actually enjoy. 

But the thought of someone else putting their hands on you in the way that he does, seeing you bare and naked. It makes his blood boil. 

But it also excites him too. To be able to just lay back and watch you writhe on your king-sized bed, to see someone else take you in their mouth and make you cry in ecstasy. 

He'd love to make you keep eye contact with him while someone else eats you out and he jerks himself off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?): Very experienced. Even before he was taken in by the Earl and realized his status and identity as the Noah of Pleasure, Tyki had always loved sex. The joy, the intimacy, the closeness, the trust, the pleasure that comes from it. 

Everything about it, the lead up, the game of seducing someone beforehand, the feel of skin on skin, the grip of fingers combing and gripping his hair, the relief and contentment that comes afterwards. It's all so good. It's familiar. It's peaceful. 

He spent years learning to read what someone wants just based of the pitch of a moan, the way that a body twitches or clenches, the sort of look someone gives him. It's a language all on its own. One he's perfected. 

That's not to say that his first times with you wasn't a learning experience. But that's what made it so exciting. Figuring out what you liked, what made you melt for him, cum the quickest. 

He caught on quick. Perhaps too quick. It left you breathless, lost gasping in a torrent of new sensations, clinging to him as some sort of support. 

It's safe to say that he knows what he's doing. 

F = Favorite position:

Doggy style: He loves watching the recoil of your ass hit against his hips. 

Full nelson: There's nothing like holding you and thrusting into you while you moan like a helpless bitch. 

Cowgirl (includes reverse cowgirl): He loves it whenever you take control, using him for your benefit. But if he feels like assuming control, he can always hold onto you and thrust up into your dripping cunt. 

Sixty-nine position: He's aware that it can be a tricky position, so he saves it for special occasions like an anniversary or a celebration. He loves that you're both simultaneously bringing and controlling each others pleasure together. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Ect.): It depends on the mood. It can be serious, and intense with him regardless of which one of you is in control. Completely trapped in the moment and each other's pleasure. 

You can get so lost in each other that it only feels like it's the two of you left in the whole world. 

But if someone manages to pull a muscle or hit their head or roll off of the bed and onto the floor, he's quick to laugh it off with you. 

Sex is funny sometimes. Awkward even. 

And he's glad that you love him enough to shrug off something unplanned happening. That it doesn't ruin the mood but just changes it. 

Unless of course someone pulls a muscle. Then the sex can be put on hold and a warm bath and massage is in order. Some aspirin.  

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Ect.): It depends. Back when you weren't dating, he tried to keep everything neat and clean so that he was always prepared. You never know ya know? 

But know that you're together, if he's off on a mission that'll keep you apart for a long stretch of time with no chance of you popping up on a surprise visit, he won't keep up on it too much. Mostly when he's back wandering around with Clark, Eeze and Momo. He spends hours down in the coal mines, typically around 11 to 12 hours a day, if not more. So, by the time he's back on the surface and is able to take a shower he's not really concerned about his pubic hair. 

He's busy scrubbing off layers of dark soot and dirt and sweat from his skin. Sometimes just sitting under the spray of the shower nozzle (or if he's less fortunate sponging it off from a bucket of water and hoping for the best). But if he's back home and has the means to he'll keep himself trim and clean. 

As for the carpet matching the drapes, yeah all of his hair is the same color. A gorgeous dark black color. If you squint the hair on his head is just a degree lighter because of sun exposure.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect): If he isn't in love then there's no mistake that it's just sex and that's all it is. He's not necessarily rude about it, but the boundary is definitely there and clear. He was the unobtainable bachelor before. The one that women and men alike fawned for and hoped to tie down. In his eyes you'd have to be completely disillusioned to think you'd have a chance with him apart from detached sex.

But now that he's with you, someone that he does love (even though it took his dense ass forever to open up and realize it) he makes it very apparent.

It does depend on the mood. There are times were he just wants to fuck you, to take out all of his frustrations and not think. To have sloppy gross sex that leaves you both covered in sweat and struggling to catch your breath. Sometimes he wants you to do the same to him. To just use him for your pleasure and forget all of your troubles and just be in the moment.

But other times he just wants to love and be loved. He wants you to know that you're the only one that ever truly made him feel like this. That it's you. Just you and no one else. That he loves you so much it hurts.

J = Jack off (masturbation head cannon): His libido is insane. There are times when you're having sex that you genuinely think that he's going to kill you with too many orgasms. Yes, he has made you cum so much that you've passed out. And no, he has not forgotten it. It's inflated his ego to dramatic proportions and every time you try for marathon sex, he aims to best his record.

So, it's safe to say that when the two of you are apart that he's chewing at the hypothetical bars of his enclosure.

Whenever Tyki goes without sex, he gets pent up, and when he gets pent up, he gets cranky. Touchy, pouty even.

There's a permanent scowl on his face, and a perpetual furrow on his brows.

Mild inconveniences that he would usually brush off now ruins his entire day. A quip from a hated coworker at the mines that he would usually deflect with a sarcastic jab of his own nearly sets him off. Clark and Momo have to hold him back, dragging him off with sheepish apologies thrown over their shoulders. He almost punched the supervisor once. Thank God Momo was there to catch him before he could.

It's safe to say that he jerks off at least once a day. And if he isn't able to- probably too exhausted to after a day of labor- he wakes up with an attitude.

All he has to work off is memories and a couple instant film photographs he has of you, usually stuffed in the pocket of his worn work pants or the inner pocket of his frock coat depending on the job.

If he has time, sometimes he'll edge himself for as long as he's able to and pretend that it's your hand gripping his hard cock instead of his own.

It's safe to say you're in for it once he gets back home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Oh God, there's so many. . . Where to even start? Maybe we'll just try and narrow it down to a few.

Scent kink: It may be a strange one to some people, but there's something about your particular scent that drives him crazy. It doesn't matter if you puff on layers of perfumes or scented products. He'll love the way they interact with the natural aroma of your skin and your hair.

He especially loves it when he can smell you on his person or clothes, carrying a bit of you with him wherever he goes.

And he loves it when he can pick up his scent on you. It satisfies the possessive side of him. It's a way to telegraph to others that you belong to him and him alone.

This kink (like many) gets amplified once his inner Noah, Joyd is awoken.

Whenever he takes control of the body, he likes to cling to you using his arms and tentacles to keep you pinned to him, purring like a cat while he nuzzles his face against yours. No doubt making sure to spread his scent all across your person.

Primal play: Another one that Joyd defiantly enjoys as well, perhaps even more than Tyki if that's at all possible.

Tyki has always found pleasure in hunting you down. Especially when he's in his darker state.

He always makes sure to give you a head start of course; he doesn't want the game to end too quickly.

Precautions are always set in place, a pack full of a fresh set of clothes, snacks and a canteen full of water is within the vicinity of area of choice. The safe word is always repeated before the game starts, even though it's yet to be used. But he understands that he can be a bit intense when he's in this state.

This is something to be enjoyed, the last thing he wants to do is to harm you, even if it's an accident.

He always acts cocky during your games and at times downright feral. The longer it takes him to find you the more he loses his composure. His voice will become frayed around the edges, calling out cocky taunts into the night air, tight with shaky self-restraint while he has to physically hold himself back from sniffing you out too quickly.

He really wants to enjoy this, but damn if you don't make it difficult sometimes.

There are times when he gets worried that he's going overboard, that he needs to reel in the nasty snarl in his voice and dampen the crazed grin that pulls at his mouth. To hide the nasty fangs that his teeth had sharpened into.

But that's when he smells it, sweet and heady, curling up and settling in his lungs like an aphrodisiac. He nearly moans, he can almost taste it on his tongue.

It's arousal.

Your arousal to be specific. So very familiar but he never tires of it.

Yeah, you're enjoying this just as much as he is. And that's all it usually takes for his resolve to snap. For him to slink out of the shadows with the grace of honed predator and tackle you down onto the ground. You always let out a little squeak whenever he snatches you. But not out of fear but of complete uninhibited joy.

. . . well maybe a bit of fear but you like anyways.

Dirty talk (that has roots in degradation and praise): Dirty talk goes both ways for him, but he absolutely loves dishing it out. His ability to build you up with a little praise and sugared words or leave you a whimpering mess from a little degradation inflates his already massive ego. The way he can mold you into whatever he wants, his good girl, his sweet baby or maybe you're being a brat, a filthy slut that needs to put back in her place.

Regardless of the mood, with enough time and patience on his part and a few words he can have you a cross-eyed mess.

. . .

"That's all you are, isn't it? A little cockdrunk slut for me. All it takes is a little dick for you to go stupid. "

Your brain was complete mush at this point, useless and too overloaded with the pleasure encompassing your body to even register what he was saying. Far too focused on the drag of his cock thrusting in and out of you to even care. Repetitively hitting that devastating spot inside of you that had your body spasming like it was struck with an electrical current. Drool smearing past the corners of your mouth and your eyes nearly rolling back, all you could do was keen and weakly nod your head in agreement.

" Yeah? " He cooed mockingly, snickering under his breath. Your mushy brain had managed to catch that. That cocky shit. You'd snap at him with a snarky quip if you had the brain compacity to do it. But that is what got you in this situation to begin with. Instead, all you could do was lay and take, struggling to meet the brutal pace he had set.

" It's alright baby. I'll give you what you need," he crooned. His mouth twisting into a lethal grin. Peering at you in that intense golden shade from underneath his lashes, molten gold flashing like a warning.

He cups both of your legs from the bends of your knees and stretches them up and over his shoulders, folding your body like a sheet of paper. The change punches the air out your lungs, it lets him move so much deeper.

You didn't think your brain could lose much more of its grip. But Tyki shoves himself forward, completely trapping your body underneath his own, and grips the headboard above you to better support his weight and digs in deep.

You go boneless. Settling into the mattress completely limp. You can't even moan anymore, the drag of his cock punching the air out of your lungs with each thrust. All you can do is just sit uselessly. Lay and listen to the way the old wooden bones of the bed creeks in protest, the wet smack of skin on skin, the slick sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy.

"Aw look at that. " You can just barely manage to make out the silky cadence of his voice through the haze of it all. "And I thought I had you dumb before."

All you can do is let out a broken drunk sob, choking on air in a weak hiccup.

Then you feel him moving even closer to you, eliminating as much space between you as he can without throwing off the devastating rhythm he set. "It's alright, baby." He assures, like he isn't fucking you within an inch of your life. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, nipping and sucking before he lets it go. "You just have to lay there and take. After all, that's all your good for."

L = Location (favorite place to do the do): As long as you're alright with it, Tyki will fuck you just about any time, anywhere. He has little reservations about it. Plus, he likes the thrill of nearly being caught. 

On the beach, the grounds of Sheril's estate, in the hallway of the mansion while a lively party thrives downstairs, anywhere any time. You name it he'll do it. 

He even fingered you at the dining room table while the Earl was trying to close a deal with a possible benefactor. Don't worry, no one figured it out (apart from Wisely, obviously. You two couldn't look at each other for about a month afterwards). 

But if he had to narrow it down . . . probably somewhere private. Somewhere where you'd feel comfortable enough to ride and fuck him without abandon or worrying about being caught. 

So probably his private beach house in Portugal, miles away from any village, city or settlement. At most there may be a sailor's boat bobbing on the cerulean waters off in the horizon, far too distant to spot anything explicit happening.

On his fishing boat, in the ocean just off the shore, on the beach, or in his house you two can do whatever you want. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on? What gets them going?): You. You do. Every facet of you. Are you shy and uncertain? That turns him on. The fact that he has that sort of effect on you. That he can make you so flustered. 

Are you bold and self-assured? He may just want to break that confidence. To remind you who's in control. Or maybe he won't. He likes you in control too. Guiding his pleasure, telling him when to cum. Punishing him if he does something without your permission.

But honestly it all gets him going. The scent of you on the wind, the sound of your voice, the way you look at him, the feel of your hand on his body. All of it. It doesn't take much to set him off. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs): He doesn't want to genuinely hurt you. Listen, Tyki is a sadist in his own right. Yes, he likes rough sex. To mark your pretty body and be marked in return, to blot your gorgeous body in blue and yellow and green and to feel you slicing red rivulets down his back, to feel your gasping throat underneath his hand and have you grip him by his wavy locks and shove him face first into your pussy. He loves it. The pain and pleasure

But he'll refuse to do something that will cause you long lasting pain. It doesn't matter if it's days of pain or months, it's a downright loud unapologetic no!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Just about fifty-fifty. 

He loves giving oral. To break you down and leave you a helpless quivering mess. To have that effect on someone despite only using his mouth. It gets him off. 

But he loves receiving as well.  

Feeling the pressure of your hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, aiming to suck him of all he has to offer. God, there's little else that compares to it. 

If you offer to go down on him after a long taxing mission this man will absolutely melt for you. He's willing to just lay back and let you do whatever you want to him. But if you're alright with him fucking your throat and use you like a toy for his pleasure, he'll eat you out for hours if you want.

Seriously, he won't stop until you tell him to. 

P = Pace (are they face and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.): As stated before, it depends on the mood. There are different sides to sex, and in his eyes and just sticking to one is like going to a buffet and just putting a single thing on your plate. 

Why not indulge in all of it? 

Some days he wants to fuck you hard and fast. The kind of sex that leaves you aching for a week. Bruised and walking around with a limp, a reminder of what he did to you. Of how good he made you feel. The way you gasped and keened and whimpered like a mindless little thing whose sole purpose was to feel pleasure and to please him. 

On the other hand, he wants you to feel loved and cherished. You were the first to make him fall in love. Sure, he's had a few crushed over the years, and at one time in the past he did think he was in love. Hell, maybe he did love them. Back when he was young and regularly fishing off of the docks of a quaint town in Portugal, snatching bread off of carts that were parked along the main street. But they left him to survive. Marrying into a family to survive. 

He couldn't blame them despite the hurt. 

But now he has you. 

And you didn't reject the love that he displayed, in fact you went after it. You chased it even when he was too scared to. Scared of what it meant. The consequences of it. You pursued ahead. You fought. 

 So, he'll slow. He wants you to feel it. All of him. Every inch, every part. Every hideous side of him that may be alien, despite the fear he may feel. You accepted it all. 

The Earl, the Noah, Joyd, him. You accepted it all. Not without challenge but you would fight for him despite your reservations. 

He'd do whatever you wanted.

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): He's a whore for a quickie. Admittedly he does appreciate it whenever he's free to take you apart piece by glorious piece and leave you a shaken mess. But he's also pressed for time. He is rarely able to indulge in his time with you without the fear of being called to hunt down an Exorcist for the Earl or to assassinate a political rival that may jeopardize his brothers standing. 

He's always trying to fuck you if he has to opportunity and you're willing. It may be the last time for a long time that you two can be together. He wants to take advantage of that.   

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.): He's willing to take a risk. As long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable or unravel all of the efforts that his family has made then he's pretty much sold.

As long as the stigma is just attached to him then he'll even fuck you at a fully packed soiree. He doesn't care. He really doesn't care if his social standing is stained. In fact, he welcomes it with open arms despite his brother's protests. 

But God forbid someone bad mouths you or spreads rumors. They'll probably be found dead from "mysterious circumstances".  

But yes, as long as no true impactful harm befalls you, he's down for just about anything.   

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?): His stamina is insane.

 As stated, marathon sex is definitely a thing. He has fucked you to the point of unconsciousness. And if consented he will continue to use you while you're no longer awake. 

His libido is wild. It's honestly one of the many reasons why he way hesitant to get in a relationship in the first place. He didn't know if he'd be able to find someone that would be able to keep up with his drive. And he doesn't mean that to be cocky, it comes from a place of actual concern. 

He's insatiable. He'd like to blame it on his inner Noah, but the truth is that he's been like this since he's started having sex. 

His mood plumets if he goes without you for too long, so once he's finally able to have you he's insatiable. He'll be your shadow once you're finally reunited, following you around like a lost puppy until you're somewhere isolated enough for him to snatch you up and have his way with you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He doesn't need them to get you off. He knows that. You know that. But he can't deny that they're fun. 

Nipple clamps, anal beads, vibrators, butt plugs, a spreader bar, whatever you like he can use to his advantage. Toys are allies not enemies. 

Want him to use something on you and he absolutely will. He'll wreck you with it. Leave you a crying mess, muscles seizing and gripping at the sheets in hopes of orienting yourself. He doesn't care.

You have a toy? It doesn't matter. it's nothing for him to be insecure about. It's a tool not a replacement. You have a favorite dildo that you like, it's okay he'll exploit it.

It's nothing compared to him.  

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?): Oh-hoho, he loves to tease. To tease you as much as you tease him, whether it's completely intentional or not. He'll edge you for hours if you let him. Please let him!

Slurping at your cunt and moaning into you, sending sweet vibrations up the walls of your pussy.  Holding you close by your thighs and basking in the way that you grind your sloppy pussy against his face. Sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth until you're on the edge of ecstasy and tearing himself away at the last second.

It's as painful for him as it is for you. 

He gets off to the way you cry, the incoherent moans of protest, the way you beg him to just let you cum. He loves it all so, so much! 

Please grip him by his hair and grind yourself onto his face. Please stimulate your clit on the point of his nose. It takes everything for him not to thrust down against the bed like a dog in heat.

 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): If he's in control then his groans might be subdued, short and sharp. He wants to be the one that has reins on the situation, and he doesn't want you getting the upper hand, no matter how good you feel to him. He's the boss right now and he doesn't care how much of a brat you're being or how long it may take to remind you he's the one that holds your pleasure in the palm of his hands. 

The sounds that you get out of him are clipped and guttural and low.

But when he's desperate and hungry for you he's whinny, uninhibited moaning into the air like a common whore. And you love it. He loves it. 

Unless you're inclined to gag him, the entire country will be privy to how desperate he is for you. 

W = Wildcard (a random head cannon for the character): It's nothing crazy that you probably haven't already assumed, but before you he has turned to prostitutes to quell his sexual desires. It's nothing that you hold him guilty for of course, but he appreciates it, nonetheless. 

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):He's a little above average, about 6 inches (15.24 cm) when he's hard. Uncircumcised.

He has two veins, one that runs along the side of his cock and another less prominent one that runs underneath and fades just before reaching the head of his dick.

Lightly suck on them or trace them with your tongue and it's an easy way to get him worked up and breathless.

He's on the thicker side. No matter how many times you take him, when he splits you open there's always a bit of a stretch. Not enough to be painful, but it never fails to build a delicious ache inside as he fills you up inch after inch until he's settled deep at the base.

Y = Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?): I'm sure that you've gathered by now that his libido is off the chain. If he hasn't had it in a while, he gets irritable and whinny. Honestly from an outside perspective, it's almost pathetic how ornery he gets without sex. All sharp remarks and unforgiving sarcasm.  

He's looking for an excuse to fight at this point, which can be unusual considering that he can be forgiving towards rivals that he isn't required to mark (i.e., he was willing to give Daisya Barry and out as he was not on his list, but the Exorcist prompted a fight with him regardless and Tyki then took his life). 

But when he's strung out and desperate and you're unable to see each other it's the enemies that cross his path that suffer. He doesn't tell you this. He doesn't want you to feel guilty for their deaths. The way that he played with them like a barn cat with a mouse. 

It's not your fault. 

The yearning he feels that he has to stave in off with violence. That it's the only way to even get a sort of emotional release that even nudges the sort of relief he feels when he's with you. 

He's always missing you. No matter what. if you're apart, you're on his mind. He craves you constantly. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?): He can fall asleep fairly quickly if he doesn't have a need to stay awake afterwards. He's typically tired afterwards after weeks apart. 

He'll force himself to stay awake if you're hard pressed to get clean afterwards. But as soon as your wiped clean and settled he's out like a light. He has a lot on his plate, between keeping up with orders from the Earl, maintaining his relationships with Momo, Eeze, Clark without suspicion and keeping you satisfied without feeling like your relationship is excluded the man is spread thin. 

All he wants to do afterwards is lay back and pass out with you in his arms.

[discodreaming]

HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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Does anyone remember how there were so many reader inserts on here? Now there's so little. Are the writers deleting them or tumblr?

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D.Gray-man

yandere noah family +nsfw

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