#dgm smut

[hevlaska]

Kanda blurb. As promised. 18+.

This might not be good idk I've never written smut before

Kanda is bad with words. He's never been great at using them to communicate, even though he knows what he wants to say. So, instead of telling you he missed you while he was away, he simply drags you away when he sees you, out of everyone’s sight except his own, to the cool quiet of his room.

He definitely prefers fingering you to eating you out. Not that the latter is bad—your thighs drive him mad—but something about being able to look you in the eye while he does it, watching you bite your lip and blush and whimper as he pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt, that's infinitely more satisfying to him. Maybe it's because he doesn't feel as skilled with his tongue as he does with his fingers, and he's a proud man. Or maybe it's the fact that he can use his free hand to play with your tits while he gets you off, or the way you fuck yourself on his long, deft fingers so eagerly.

But probably, he thinks, it's the way you grab at his shirt and pull him down to you until your foreheads touch, your face hot, breath mingling with his. The way he speeds up his fingers and you bend your head back invitingly, a quiet moan—his favorite kind—leaving your throat as his lips ghost over the skin on your shoulder. You babble between moans about how good he makes you feel, how nobody else could ever take his place, which, of course, you know strokes his ego in a way that works to your advantage. When you come on his fingers, you whine that you love him before pulling him in again, locking your lips with his as your body heaves.

Yeah, he thinks. This is way better than talking.

[urlranpo]

Reqs Open!

give me ideas please. my mind is blank thx

Who I write for:

Bungo Stray Dogs / Chainsaw Man / D. Gray-man / Fire Force / Hell's Paradise (Jigokuraku) / Jujutsu Kaisen

here are my rules on what I will write and what I won't write xxx

inbox is open, thank you!

[einshi]

──     you hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. // multi-muse as penned by geese . canon-compliant . unaffiliated

──  blog . muses . cr . main

disclaimer & muses under the cut.

active muses:

JJK: * mei mei * gojo satoru * hajime kashimo * nanami kento

BLEACH: * ulquiorra schiffer * aizen sousuke * zaraki kenpachi * szayel aporro

CHAINSAW MAN: * yoru * hirofumi yoshida * angel devil * makima

RECORD OF RAGNAROK: * beelzebub * hades * poseidon

SAKAMOTO DAYS: * gaku * osaragi

LINK CLICK: * liu xiao (testing)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: * fyodor dostoyevski

TGCF: * hua cheng

DGM: * tyki mikk

one. quite selective with whom I decide to follow.

two. common roleplay courtesy is expected: no Godmoding unless plotted otherwise, cutting posts in replies, respect for characterization, and so on.

three. shipping is allowed, though I must ask the muse is +18. that being said, no smut with underage characers will happen.

four. I am caught up with all series for the most part, as well as adjacent works. taking this into consideration, there will likely be spoilers from time to time. I’ll try keep everything properly tagged.

five. random starters, unprompted asks and plotting is highly encouraged!

Please be patient with me. my activity will be inconsistent and replies come as I feel them, not in drafting order.

thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them

[shiroganeryo]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @ofdemonsandangels! Finally got me to babble about writing, eh 😂

As always, I won't be tagging anyone but if you see this on your dash and feel like doing it, feel personally tagged by me!

⭐ How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently twelve. All finished, but there's one in particular that's part of a collection of stand-alone one-shots that I'd like to add more into sometime, hmm.

⭐ What's your total AO3 wordcount?

102,279 words.

⭐ What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment, it's mostly Bungo Stray Dogs (it only took me 7 years to realize I could write fanfic for this one), but I also have some Genshin Impact works and one D.Gray-Man work posted. There's a long, looong doc (38 pages, 16,700 words) in my WIPs for DGM.

⭐ What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Meaning of Sharing Happiness ➡️ To Hold Dear and To Own ➡️ God's play ➡️ Just a Short Break ➡️ A Moment to Cherish

⭐ Do you respond to comments?

I might take a while to get to it, but I always read all the comments I get and am always extremely grateful that people took their time to write something; so I usually worry about giving each reply the proper attention and if my gratitude is translating well into my words whenever I get to reply.

⭐ What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I haven't one of these. I only wrote mild angst once and even that got resolved within the specific work. I don't see myself writing anything like this but it might depend on your definitions of what's an "angst ending"?

⭐ What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely New Pages in Our Very Own Novel - my three-chapter wedding and honeymoon fanfic written for dazatsu week this year. I was pressed by time constraints to make it in time, but I poured a lot of love and care into this one, merely because they deserve to be happy and at peace; so many of the moments in this fic are light or meaningful in some way, but still lovely, all the way to the ending.

⭐ Do you get hate on your fics?

Not that I know, thankfully!

⭐ Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, have some posted and I'm still rather proud of them! Describing "what kind" is a little hard (no pun intended) because my ideas usually stem from the thought of "I want to see this specific thing happening so I'll make it". I went into kinkier territory once, but in general, I think what drives me to write smut is having the people involved getting down and dirty but in a passionate way, if that makes sense? I like to make their love for each other show in how they handle each other but I also like the couples to be unapologetically into it, show off their sensuality and personality while at it. A good mix of sexy and lovely.

⭐ Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

My brother in Christ, I already have trouble managing people from one universe in only one work. So, no 😅

⭐ Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not?! I'd be very upset.

⭐ Have you ever had a fic translated?

If it's been translated by myself, does it count? I translated one of my fics to my native language (Brazilian Portuguese) via voice call with my little sister once, she's still studying English but she was adamant on reading something from me, so I translated that one for her. It was a very fun experience, actually!

⭐ Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet and I don't think I ever will; I have such a demanding pacing for writing that I'd overworry about inconveniencing the other person.

⭐ What's your all-time favorite ship?

No matter if it's in regard to posted fics, or in my general opinion, my answer is the same: Dazatsu (Dazai Osamu x Nakajima Atsushi) means the world to me.

Story with this ship began years ago but like I mentioned in question 3, it took me a lot of time to realize I could write for them as well. Every single fic I write for them has a dedication to my spouse in the notes, but that's the most I'll say because trust me, this story is LONG haha

If we're talking about the amount of rent-free living inside my head, then it's a tie between them, ChuuAki (or ChuuSano, not sure which ship name people use mostly nowadays for Nakahara Chuuya x Yosano Akiko) and ZhongVen (Zhongli x Venti from GI). I definitely plan to write more for chuuaki at some point; they all live happily in a three story building inside my mind 😂

⭐ What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a rather extensive GI WIP (for Lumine x Noelle) in my folder that I feel doubtful toward purely because I'm so uncertain about it; when I started writing that one, we were only at the start of the story of the game so things looked very different from now. I'll need to rework and scrap many things in that one...

⭐ What are your writing strengths?

One thing that I put a lot of attention and care into, and that has been praised time and time again, much to my happiness, is character portrayal. I've been told on various occasions that my characterization of the characters felt close to the original to the point people were able to easily picture them doing and saying the things described in my works, how I got their "voice" right and how enjoyable it was to read because of it. It never fails to put a smile on my face, and I've replied to comments more than once saying that these are the best kind of praises I could get from anyone.

⭐ What are your writing weaknesses?

Not sure how much of this is a weakness or simply a personality defect, but: obstination and self-imposed pressure. I won't be able to relax until I have finished a work I feel I must finish, because I'm so used to not having free time for my hobbies that I have this - usually extremely self-destructive - mentality that goes "I must do all of it now while I still have the chance since I don't know when I'll have time again"; which means I tend to get no breaks at all, will sacrifice sleep hours to work on it, and destroy my back all for the sake of a condition my head imposed on me.

Probably not the answer you were expecting, but it's what I struggle with the most; this ride or die mentality born from perfectionism and a little (?) pinch of anxiety.

⭐ Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

If it's a language I can speak, then it's not a problem, though I haven't had the chance to do so (yet).

But here's a random language trivia for you: I tend to think a lot in Japanese for all my BSD fics to make their dialogues as accurate as possible even with the work being written in English - for example, there are certain puns/jokes that exist in English but either don't work or don't exist in the Japanese language, so I avoid adding them; things like these. It's small attention to detail no one but me would know about, but it's something I do because it matters a lot to me.

If it's a language I can't speak, or a cultural aspect I'm unsure of, I either ask a friend or delve into those "Ask A (insert nationality here)" subreddits. It's always a riveting learning experience!

⭐ First fandom you wrote for?

Officially published and first ever: that would be D.Gray-Man. Though Jesus Christ, I would not show my 15 yo's crazy DGM fic full of nonsense and OCs. There were even ships in there that I can't bear to listen the name of nowadays. How the times change 😂

⭐ Favorite fic you've written?

I'll cheat my way on this answer, because I can't pick just one.

SFW: New Pages in Our Very Own Novel & Healing Touch These two are undoubtely the ones I've gotten the most praise for as well as very, very long comments that had me giggling and kicking my feet like I was a teenager again; but what I like the most about them is, respectively: New Pages: I did a lot of research for New Pages. I actually used Google Maps to trace their routes during their stay in the Ginza Prefecture for the honeymoon, just so I would know if they'd need to take the train or if they could just walk to their destinations. One thing that I've always loved in BSD are the real-life places references, so I went for that: I referenced real-life places as well, and even the hotel I picked was also inspired by a real-life one, located in the same place. I paid a special amount of attention to landscapes and their descriptions and it was as fun as it was exhausting! haha The contents of the fic are still the most important, but the experience of writing and doing research for it, learning more and viewing so many pictures to describe things, was one of a kind. I'll never forget it. Healing Touch: This fic was born from a wish of mine to do a certain character study, and I'm still proud of how it came out. Dazai as a character is extremely complex and we all know it, but I wanted to, at the very least, scrape at the surface of his humanity hidden underneath all those layers - all the while I worked on Atsushi's perception of things and the way he dealt with his own sense of sadness and grief and used those to try and understand Dazai's. I can't really say much about it because it'll just sound like a lot of babbling out of context, but I feel like I did a good job on those bits (it's not the entire focus of the fic).

NSFW: Baring Stripes and Bandages I'm sorry, I'm just a furry. Jokes aside, this was the one time I went for an approach that explored some kinks that aren't too vanilla and I'm still quite proud of how it came out. We - my spouse and I, this fic was born from a headcanon of his - often joke saying it's my magnum opus, and then it's just a kinky fanfic 😂 But I'm still so proud!

[kitty-bandit]

Part of me thinks CBU will be my last big DGM fic. Part of me thinks I might move on and finally focus on writing original fiction.

But another part of me knows I’m one good manga panel away from pouring my entire existence into another outrageous smut fic.

So really, if I keep writing these fics, we only have Hoshino to blame for inspiring me.

[jeidafei]

This makes me sick.

Since when have society sunk so low to gloss over having an OnlyFans account and equate it to writing smut fiction or doing commissions of erotic art (safe, legal things TEENAGERS do online) and praise it as equally "AWESOME"?

Your body, your choice. Do whatever you want once you're a legal adult. Just don't lump being a p*rn star with harmless hobbies and professions that even UNDERAGED CHILDREN can have.

Would you react the same way if a girl told you she's drawing/writing p*rn as if you found her naked on OnlyFans?

The fact that I found this through a DGM fan, too * facepalm *. Hoshino-sensei is rumored to have drawn erotic manga before. I wrote smutty stories as a teenager and as an adult. I know adults who draw erotic art and also work regular jobs for a living like me. What disrespect to put all that on the same level as actual sex work? Btw, if you are so filled with hatred for me for having this stance of common sense and basic decency, go ahead and block me or whatever. I don't care.

"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.

[embossross]

Voilà, here I am !

Hjdhjfhf I was so happy to receive my notification, I wasn't expecting it until next week, I read that you were sick (are you feeling better ?)

Last night alcohol and tiredness got the better of me and I admit I can't remember everything, so here goes the live reaction while I'm re-reading !

First, surfing, I love the idea ? Hanma in a wetsuit I 😍 ... ok, let's focus again.

Our girl is so cute, supporting, applauding and feeding our favorite psychopath playing in the waves, like a devoted babysitter.

"Even a broken clock is right twice". That's it. I think I've said this before, but it's in simple little lines like this that the cleverness of your writing is most apparent. I can't explain why, but I'm blown away every time. You really have this style... idk, it's just smart, sorry I wish I had more words to define it.

"He's glad he resisted crushing all that good health to nothing today." Hm ok, thanks Shuji-baby for not killing us today ig 👉🏻👈🏻 ? (The fries in the milkshake is a big no though. Red flag.)

The euphemisms in the recommendation. This little moment of complicity, I live for it ok ?

AAAAAAAAH DARK MITSUYA I'M DYING !! Seriously, I'm thinking of proposing to the person who will one day write about a not-so-good-Mitsuya (writers here, this is a cry from the heart !)

My goodness. My post is getting really long, I'm getting embarrassing.

The way Hanma narrates the murder, methodical, organized, cold. I got chills, if I were her I would have been fucking terrified.

You know what I love most about your heroines? It's that she (God I'm sorry, I don't remember if she has a name or not) and Yasuko are not bad bitches, they are simple, random girls and yet, that doesn't stop them from being sure of themselves and their desires in front of men who are more than intimidating. I could never. I mean, it took me nine fucking years to be open about it with my boyfriend ??? (Yeah.. maybe I'm the problem 🫠).

"Yeah, yeah, I want to go dancing with you," naaaaah she is so cute !!

"He could just eat you up." YES, PLEASE GO AHEAD SIR 🫡

Ok, I'm at the smut point and I'm going to repeat myself again but you are one of the last authors who can make me blush. WELCOME TO THE CLUB yeah I remember last night stomping my feet on my bed lol

That's it, I'm done bothering you now. I loved every part of this chapter and I would have so much more to say but I'm getting tired of my own self so I'll just say thank you and tell you again that it's always a fucking pleasure to read you. See you 🥰

the RE-read? gosh i am so spoiled by you. i do not deserve it!

hanma in a wetsuit! you are so right for this. someone should draw it fr

i enjoyed the little mitsuya drop there. he would be feral about his sisters & i'd read too haha.

one of the weird things about this chapter is that hanma's now in a great mood, he's happy, he's chill, but he's still so dangerous. you really nailed it when you said reader is babysitting her favorite psychopath. he can be happy and thinking about how he almost killed the instructor - he probably wouldn't have killed reader - and he can cheerfully recount murder. reader's past being too scared though, no matter how chilling, because she saw him gouge that guy's eyeball out once. they are past it lol

i am really really flattered by your comment about this reader and yasuko in dgm!! yes, they are not bad bitches because what kind of power / confidence / authority would even mean anything in the context of these dangerous murderers? and i like the contrast between those two characters. yasuko is def more sure of her desires, but less strongwilled, while this reader actually really struggles with recognizing or pursuing what she wants but is a concrete wall when it comes to what she DOESN'T want and i respect it. anyway ty that's really nice

& thank you for stomping your feet at the smut 😆 i felt like i rushed it, so good to know it has the stamp of approval >> i will see myself out for that pun

your comments are always such a joy to read and they provide not only great insight into what is landing with readers but also great motivation to continue, so thank you sincerely for this 💖💖

[savagetrickster]

D.Gray Man | Kanda Yu (NSFW)

Okay so I kinda got carried away while writing for this request. Somehow it has escalated to R-rated stuff oops XD But honestly it was so fun writing this! I hope you wouldn’t mind me putting more than you had requested.  

So this is like my first NSFW for D.Gray man. I guess this fandom deserve a taste of NSFW as well since BNHA got the attention for that XD 

Apologies for errors, again.

Warning(s): 18+, implied breeding kink (duh, you even surprised?), unprotected sex, pregnancy

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She thought about how lucky she was to be allocated a relatively simple mission that was only a day away from the branch and partnered with Kanda like he was the cherry on top. 

Missions together were rare. After Kanda was appointed as a new General, the opportunities to spend time with each other became miserably sparse.

He was a busy man then but now with his promotion that comes with bigger responsibilities, he was an even busier man. 

There was nothing but a big empty gap between them. What they have right now felt like a long-distance relationship. Most of the time his room was empty since being a General required his attention outside the branch. 

Even with time granted to them when he was home, kisses were curt and touches were brief. 

That was why being assigned to this mission with Kanda alone was a golden opportunity. Rare and precious to her. 

Even if it meant being attacked by Tyki Mikk on their way back. 

Well, that was what she thought until Kanda appeared before her, standing between a harsh slash down across the air that could have killed her if he wasn’t fast enough to intercept.

Kanda was fast enough to step between them but a second too late from deflecting the attack with Mugen.

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Gloom stayed stubbornly in her eyes as she worked on bandaging the bloodied wound across Kanda’s chest. 

She had set herself straight to work on Kanda the moment she forced him to sit down on the bed in the inn they had been staying in, despite his protest.

Recurring memory of him taking the blow for her. The spray of his blood over her shook her. 

Throughout the rest of the battle against their enemy, she dealt her blows with rage upon witnessing that. 

She was worried, scared, and angry. 

So damn angry at the Noah. 

So damn angry at Kanda. 

So damn angry at herself.

“Yu, what you did just now wasn’t necessary.” Kanda raised his eyes to her. 

He had already given up trying to stop her futile effort bandaging him. His regenerative seal would heal him but she insisted on preventing infection before it did its work.  

“....please don’t do that again.” 

His gaze turned incredulous. “And let you die?” His fingers curled into the bed underneath.

Bitterness clenched around her heart, “Maybe.” 

A hiss sifted through her gritted teeth. “You’re not a shield. You’re someone precious to me and I’d rather die than see you do that to yourself-”

She didn’t know how or when; it was abrupt and too fast.

Her breath shuddered out of her as she suddenly found herself pinned down on the bed by an irritated, glaring glint blazing down from Kanda’s face.

Kanda stared back down at her, towering over her with a hot swirl of emotions swelling in his heart.

Before he felt anything for her, he was just a man drifting aimlessly in this long, suffering war as an exorcist. 

Missions after missions. 

Akumas after akumas.

Battles after battles against the Noahs.

That was what his life was all about. 

It was like a dark tunnel without the light at the end of it. There was no goal, there was no end.

Given how bleak his circumstances were, he had never spared a thought about his future. He was just a soldier or in a technical, more crude sense, a walking weapon.

That was what Exorcists were. Unwilling hosts for the Innocence - a curse that would follow them till death. Even for him, death was hard to come by.

But with (Name) in his life. 

He wasn’t so pessimistic about his circumstances anymore. The future didn’t seem so bleak anymore. He bore hopes for what the aftermath of this cruel war would bring about.

She was the light at the end of this dark tunnel. 

“If what I did keeps you safe,” Kanda felt his restraint over himself breaking. The words he had kept to himself for a long time wanted to spill.  “I’ll keep being that shield.” 

He had always wished she could be taken off the battlefield. 

Every time he was out there roaming the lands as a General he was made to be, his mind was always crazy worried about her. 

Knowing she was also out there risking her life.

He knew he was being a hypocrite here, but the fear and worry that gripped him every time his mind strayed to thoughts of her made him wistful.

The urge to use his higher authority to pull her out of her duty was tempting every single time. Just to keep her safe and as far away from the lurking dangers this war was embodied with.

The emotions bottled up in him fanned with every breath he took, his piercing eyes wavering on her. 

He wanted her.

It had something to do with pent-up need for her he had neglected due to his duties. The emotions in him were not so innocent either.

The last thread of restraint on himself broke the moment she extended a hand up to his face with a tender soft look in her eyes. 

His body wanted hers. 

There was nothing holding back anymore. 

He couldn’t, even with the rational voice screaming in his head. The carnal urge in him was smothering and drove through him powerfully.

A trembling breath left him as his lips met hers and pressed into her with an urgent need, immediately inciting a soft moan humming against his prying mouth. 

Their mingling breaths were hasty and shivering as the feverish kiss deepened with tilting heads and moans.

His hands were busy. Her hands were busy. 

Clothes were shredded off them and tossed carelessly in the heat of their passion. Between their heated actions, wild hands roamed. 

Her body grew more and more ready for his.

And his for hers.

His hands eventually found their way to her thighs and pushed apart with a firm grip on them as he settled himself between them.

Their panting lips parted as their dazed, wavering gaze met.

A fleeting whimper slipped through her lips as he pushed himself into her, completely buried in one powerful thrust.

His toned, chiseled chest stuttered with a shaky exhale as he pulled himself through the tightness gripping onto him. 

Towering over her with raw hunger in his gaze, the thrust driven back into her tore a broken cry from her. 

The blistering white flash of pleasure accompanied the jolting wide stretch inside her.

The bed creaked and protested under them, joining her cries and his growls as he pummeled into her fiercely. 

Strained grunts and growls rumbled in his chest as he leaned into her, his big hands sliding over her smaller ones and her legs responsively wrapping snugly around his waist. 

Under her digging fingers, his taut muscles rippled across his sweaty back, resonating with every thrust.

Everything else fell past them. Fell past her. Fell past him.

Now, they were only a man and woman making love. They were nothing more than that. 

Not Exorcists.

Not a General.

Not pitiful soldiers picked for a mad war.

Just them.

The wet squelches of their mixed fluids became loud enough to join the erotic reverberation filling the room as his thrusts begun to grow hectic. 

Their lips met again. Desperate and heated. 

Muffled moans and growls slipped into the dense air between kisses. 

Her heart felt like it was about to burst from her love for him. There was so much that the soft, breathy ‘I love you’ she murmured against his passionate lips was inevitable.

Kanda said nothing to that. But the pressing need of his lips against hers and the firm squeeze around her hands right after was a clear answer to her. 

The next stronger and primal thrusts he plunged into her also told her all he wanted to say. 

Enough to push her to the edge fast. 

She was close.

Enough to make her snatch her lips away from his with loud moans tumbling out of her.

She was…so close.

The muscles in her hands against his broad back tensed.

Her legs around him tightened curtly.

The next slam through her, his cock shoving inside with a rough prod did it for her.

A broken cry sitting between a sob and a whimper spiked between her moans as her eyes nearly rolled back at the shattering wave of her orgasm.

The shuddering grunt from Kanda joined her as he relished in the warm pour of her arousal over his aching self in her release.

Breathy grunts continued to fall from his lips as he pushed himself up, his hands slipping away from her to hook under her knees.

Now towering over her, Kanda pushed her thighs wider apart to accommodate his raging thrusts.

The curl of his toned biceps clenching and unclenching as his eyes fell onto where every thrust was announced by loud, lewd squelches, watching with rumbling growls as his cock pounded, plummeting in and out of her dripping, clutching heat. 

His piercing eyes looked even more piercing than ever as he raised them to her face, relentlessly hammering into her with fervor. 

His heated gaze raised to her, greedily taking in her as he worked intensely between her thighs. 

Gazing back at him through weak fluttering blinks, her red, flustered face panting up at him was an added fuel to the hungry, animalistic desire in him. 

To his vigorously rocking body.

He could feel himself filling up almost too much. The load inside his cock was a pressure too tight for him to hold in any longer. Together with the lustful urge to let go in the hazy heat, he drove his next thrust into her with a strong shove.

Her dragging moan joined his strangled grunt as a white flash of pleasure ripped through him. The back of his thighs clenched as he pushed his hip pressingly into her, nestling himself snugly into her as he released everything. 

Ropes and ropes of his seeds spurted into her in one hot burst, filling her rapidly as her tattering moan rode through her. 

His own hoarse one dragged through his throat as he snapped his hip curtly against her to every furious spurt of his load.

Accompanied by her fleeting whimpers and his own grunts, his slowing ruts sent one rough curt prod into her after another, till the very last drop of his semen was emptied into her womb.

A blissful stillness fell upon them the moment his movement inside her slowed and stopped.

Their intense stares held with their harsh pants. Until her eyes widened.

“...Oh no, Yu, you didn’t…” 

A soft gasp of horror escaped her. Despite the horror seeping in her widening eyes, she couldn't help trembling and panting with satisfaction at the warmth inside her. 

“Wha-What if I get...”

Her voice trailed off breathlessly with a gulp, his eyes followed her shaky hands as they moved to her lower abdomen, right above where they were still joined.

A knowing glint was in his gaze when he returned his gaze back to her. “When that happens, I will be here with you.”

“But I-”

“I’ll shoulder your duties for you. I’d rather you stay safe, even if it means getting you pregnant.”

Her breath hitched. 

To hear him say that word himself stirred a strange fluttering desire in her. It came out of nowhere but it filled her with wistful longing. 

Was it really...okay for people like them to enjoy something this mundane?

Was it okay to harbor hopes for something like this despite who she was? 

She wasn’t sure but the firm steel of promise in his eyes was enough for her.

That maybe...maybe it was okay.

[corvus-corvus]

I like comparing my answers year to year, so here’s my 2023 fanfiction-writing thoughts! If you’re curious, here’s 2022’s answers, 2021’s answers, 2020’s answers, and 2019’s answers.

1. favorite fic you wrote this year Out of my short list of three published fics? when the dust settles will unfairly have the place in my heart because I’m attached to my Aqua/Lea Kingdom Hearts rarepair. (I think it’s fair to call them a rarepair.) My running projects with them have been going on for years, so it just feels good to see another one in published state however short it may be.

2. least favorite fic you wrote this year I’m mostly grateful I was able to publish anything. Ruby for D.Gray-man, though, has a higher dose of the cracks and blemishes in my writing that I feel self-conscious about. I worked on this on a tight timeline and I feel it when I reread it.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year I feel inspired by the Star Wars shootout in B-side where Din Djarin and the then-unnamed antagonizer trade blaster fire in the alleys of Daiyu. I’ve been trying to lean in to my weakness with combat writing and work on improving; here’s some of the scene to demonstrate:

“One building passes. And another, something flitting in his periphery vision. The gap between the third and fourth has a heat-colored shadow barely visible on the other side. So does the next, and the next. Another shadow on the cross street, a shadow with a wide-brimmed hat twirls a pistol. The last warning until, bang, the next alley feels blaster fire scorching its walls.”

4. total number of words you wrote this year 12,062 published words in 2023. Unpublished words is harder to capture, but my attempt to count is over 88,000 totally new unpublished words in the last year. That number is courtesy of some new writing habit attempts. I am still a little surprised about it. They are not 88k of high quality, publishable things, of course.

9. longest wip of the year The longest ongoing work in progress is over 17,000 words long. I didn’t write them all this year, but I did continue to work on this WIP this year.

10. shortest wip of the year The shortest totally new work in progress started this year is 97 words long. I am not confident that is enough to count as a WIP, but it is sitting in its own document.

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year Relative quiet.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write Ruby for D.Gray-man again! I’ve been trying to get in on the DGM Rarepair event with a Lenalee/Miranda fic for years now and it always runs away from me. Even if I’m not as proud as I could be of how it turned out, I am proud I was able to force myself to complete my personal goal of participating in the event.

18. current number of wips There’s something like 13 works in progress again. I officially abandoned one or two that progress wasn’t coming for. Many of these carried over from past years.

20. number of comments you haven’t read 0. And I reread many in this long year. Thank you as always.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t So many. As if I’d ever answer anything else. The selection includes the following. • A LaviYuu fic of some sort! That’s two years not meeting my LaviYuu quota. • I wanted to finish my final Kinky Bingo prompt from last year; I only got to work on it in bits. • A silly, silly silly, joke of a fic. Probably would be considered crackfic, even.

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read Reading was difficult and infrequent this year. I don’t remember if I first read these in 2023 or earlier, but have some relaxing Kingdom Hearts smut recommendations to soothe your soul. Mind the tags and warnings (I mean it.). These are all E-rated smut fics on AO3. Have fun.

power & control by anonymous. Axel/Larxene/Marluxia sexual encounter musings set in Chain of Memories. That is to say in extremely tense and mindgame-filled times. Woof.

a creature that splits out of your belly like a parasite by reincarnivore. Vanitas/Xehanort’s Heartless A.K.A. Ansem Seeker of Darkness but before he looks like a human person. This Heartless is very much a creature. I think Vanitas can be aptly described as injured prey in this story.

Final Notes

I feel like I said last year that it was a hard year and 2023 has been more difficult on nearly every front. I am more exhausted. I am more hopeless. I am more incapable of joy. I felt all of these things profoundly when I wrote (or tried to). From the inside, it’s hard not to see those emotions in all my writing from this year. I hope that, from the outside, it can still bring enjoyment.

At the end of 2022’s retrospective, I said “ I wish I published more. I wish I published more preexisting drafts. I wish I published more for me.�� and mentioned I was going to take some action to make them real. While I can’t say this year was what I was wishing, I do think I made progress. For one, I actually practiced writing most days. I probably wrote more regularly than ever in my life; there were a few ways I made this happen, but one of them was to open and add sentences to existing drafts. This often kept the many plots fresh in my mind and led to other progress when I had the energy to work out whole scenes. So even with publishing less than last year, I feel like I made more progress on preexisting drafts overall. Second, I did make a point to work on and publish some things that were just for me, namely Ruby and when the dust settles. They are short and perhaps a little strange, but they are both things that I’ve wanted to write for quite some time.

fanfic end of the year asks

since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away

favorite fic you wrote this year

least favorite fic you wrote this year

favorite line/scene you wrote this year

total number of words you wrote this year

most popular fic this year

least popular fic this year

longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

longest wip of the year

shortest wip of the year

fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

favorite character to write about this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

something you learned this year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

current number of wips

any new fics to start next year

number of comments you haven’t read

most memorable comment/review

events you participated in this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

favorite fic you read this year

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

favorite fanfic author of the year

longest fic you read this year

shortest fic you read this year

favorite fandom to read fic from this year

*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.

[cherry-writes-stuff]

Would you guys like some more spicy stuff, like nsfw??? cause I have some ideas

[elmidol]

Propane Nightmares [NSFW]

Pairing: Tyki x Reader x Earl

Warnings: Noncon; dubcon; loss of virginity; aphrodisiacs; canon-typical religious elements; fingering; double-penetration; oral; potentially other elements?; some verbal humiliation; probably some blasphemy

Notes: Originally Written April 25, 2011. Titled after “Propane Nightmares” by Pendulum. word count is a little over 8k.

reposting for @maskedjoker because I saw that tag on my Earl and Tyki thirst post~

Propane Nightmares

 Originally, you had been appointed the task of gathering more information on the Noah after rumor had circulated regarding formal meetings between them and the folks of high society. Such was your job as a finder. No one had bothered the divulge, however, that the Noah had been tipped off on the Order’s intentions; there had been no cancellations on your orders, and, subsequently, no means for your knowing that your drink would be laced with drugs. It had been a sleeping drug, which had caused you to wander off from the other guests prior to passing out. When you had awoken, you had found yourself chained to a chair, your feet snug against the legs of the chair, and hands bound behind your back. Tyki Mikk sat in front of you, straddling a second chair, whose back was facing you. You watched his lips twist upwards upon his noticing you had awoken.

 Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in all of your surroundings. It was a study of some sort, from what you could tell; a few bookshelves, a desk on the far wall, and an assortment of chairs. Upon returning your gaze to the Noah, you released a small gasp and your eyes widened—a second man stood behind Tyki. This gentleman you had previously believed to be one of the Earl’s many brokers. His current presence, however, allowed you to realize that he had a more intimate connection with the Family Noah. I wonder what his powers are, you thought to yourself; the Order already possessed information regarding Tyki Mikk’s abilities. Due to this fact, you jumped half an inch in your seat when Tyki leaned forward.

 “Don’t be scared, girl~” Tyki said calmly, his smile a mockery of innocence. You shuddered at how well he pulled off the nice-guy façade. “We just want to ask you some questions.”

 You swallowed hard, stiffened, and then took a deep breath. “I…I’ll die before I tell you…anything.” Despite the stutter and hesitance, your tone held true to the courage you were feeling—you were willing to die before handing over any sort of information to these men; no, they were monsters.

 Tyki reached past the back of the chair and placed his hand on your knee. His fingers gently rolled the muscles surrounding your kneecap, the actions reminiscent of a massage. “The Order has made sure you won’t talk even when pressured by torture, right?” You narrowed your eyes slightly, your teeth gritting together behind your frown. Tyki’s voice dropped in volume, growing husky. “That’s why I’m here~”

 “So what, you’ll remove my organs one by one?” you ground out, jerking your knee away. Your joint hardly slipped out of the Noah’s hands before the chain prevented you from venturing further.

 Tyki smirked, swung his leg over the side of the chair, and stood in a fluid, graceful movement that left you blinking. You shrank into your seat a little. He, on the other hand, closed to distance between the two of you and there knelt. His eyes locked with yours; you held his gaze with eyelids half-closed. Your heart beat faster in your chest as you fully expected him to reach within you—his hand slid closer, fingers travelling up your leg—and you were waiting for him to go for a kidney. Without removing your clothes, his flesh met yours—in a much different manner than what you had expected.

 You released a loud gasp prior to biting down on your bottom lip and averting your gaze; his fingers danced along your inner-thigh, travelling upward until just their tips met with your lower lips. You shifted your hips away from his touch. Tyki, an amused grin spreading at your retreat, only thrust his hand forward, and slipped his middle finger into your depths. Your eyes widened, and your legs began to shake.

 “St-stop.” Tyki only stuck his tongue out at you. You stared at the organ, a deep flush settling on your face as he waggled it suggestively. He started thrusting the single digit in and out. He cupped your entire pussy in his hand, rubbing your outer lips while continuously withdrawing and plunging his finger inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and attempted to cross your legs. The chains prevented you from accomplishing this task; all you had managed to do was trap Tyki’s arm between your thighs. Your breathing grew labored, and you flinched when a second finger was added.

 The Noah gripped your legs with his free hand and spread them once again. He pushed his torso closer to you, making sure you would be unable to shift too much for his liking.

 The Millennium Earl, meanwhile, had shifted position in the room; he stood so where he was able to better see what Tyki was doing to you. At the same time, he made certain he was able to view your face. His lips twitched upward upon seeing you begin to rotate your hips in time with the Noah’s sinful fingers.

 Just as your body was beginning to grow warm, just as you could feel the tingling waves of pleasure coursing through yourself, Tyki’s fingers retreated. Your eyes snapped open. You continued to pant, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of Tyki’s tongue lapping against the digits that had previously been inside of you.

 “How many days have you been here?” the Noah asked, cocking his head to the side. Through with speaking, he sucked his fingers into his mouth and released a husky moan that sent fire shooting through your loins.

 You only shook your head in response.

 Tyki sighed, seemingly disappointed, before straightening himself up. He stood in front of you at that point, his hands working at the front of his pants. You swallowed twice as saliva gathered in your mouth, your breathing growing heavier by the minute. This sensation was foreign to you; having been recruited by the Order at a young age, you had been discouraged from participating in any act remotely sexual. In fact, education on sexual manners had been so censored that your eyes grew wide as saucers the moment Tyki tugged his pants halfway down his hips. The sight of his penis enthralled, disgusted, and repelled you at once.

 You could not tear your eyes away even as he reached forward with on hand, gripped the back of your chair, and with the second hand took hold of his cock.

 “That was an easy one too,” Tyki said with a laugh, his breathing growing rigid as he began to pump himself. He watched you, and was overly amused by the fact that your eyes were glued to his growing erection. “Ah, that’s right. You were probably raised by the Order, huh? You’ve never seen a dick?” He shifted his fingers to allow you a better view.

 You bit down harder on your bottom lip and forced yourself to look away; fascinated though you might have been, you were still convinced of the Order’s teachings that premarital sexual activities were wrong—sinful.

 The second male moved into your line of sight. You stared at him, still unsure of his abilities as a Noah. His presence also made you highly uncomfortable knowing that he was watching every dirty deed Tyki had performed—and would likely perform—with you. Tyki’s hand stopped mid-stroke and he muttered out ‘Duke’ when the man stepped between you and the Noah of Pleasure. Your eyes widened considerably at the revelation—the Millennium Earl had a human form, and said form was currently standing before you. He removed the hat from his head, set it off to the side, and stood erect once again. Your eyes were locked with his as he repeated Tyki’s previous question: how many days had you been there?

 “You…you can go suck a dick!” you said with a hiss.

 The Earl and Tyki both laughed a single, baritone chuckle and locked gazes with one another. Tyki’s hand ran up his length while the Earl motioned towards the Noah of Pleasure’s erection. “That one?” They both watched your face; the expression of pure and utter shock, of morbid curiosity and disgust as it crossed your features. Your eyes flickered between the Earl’s motioning hand and Tyki’s shaft.

 “Th-that’s….”

 Before you could finish your sentence, the Earl interrupted you, supplying an ending, “A sin?”

 “A handful of sins!”

 He cocked his head to the side, suddenly interested. “Oh? Not just the homosexual aspect, I see. Has the church taught you that oral sex is a sin? Then…if I were to…” With each word he moved closer to you, knelt between your legs, and had you literally trembling as his hands reached into the hem of your pants. He tugged them down, your panties in tow, and blew lightly on your exposed pussy. The warm air had you gasping and closing your eyes tightly. “…do this…” He pushed his face into you, his tongue wiggling out of his mouth and lapping at you. Your mind swam with a multitude of emotions as the sensation of immense pleasure filled you. His tongue retreated long enough for him to finish, “…are we sinning together?”

 Your bottom lip slipped out from between your teeth, a chunk of shaky breaths erupting from your mouth. The Earl, meanwhile, began nibbling your inner lips, his tongue flicking along and tracing the entrance of your vagina prior to slinking in. You looked away from the Earl, trying to force the sight of him eating you out from your mind—the feeling alone was enough to boggle your brain. This, however, only resulted in you catching a glimpse and thus becoming entranced by Tyki’s hands pleasuring himself. One hand rolled his balls around, the other running up and down his shaft, fingers caressing the head.

 You spread your legs wider just slightly without realizing what you were doing, and the Earl grinned at the obvious invitation. He left you disappointed; though amused and pleased with the fact that your body was responding so nicely to his ministrations, he drew back. Tyki, likewise, stopped masturbating, and your gaze fell away from him to the Earl’s face. You stared at the head of the Noah clan, your face flushed with arousal, embarrassment and anger, and your breathing coming out in deep pants.

 “How many days have you been here?” You shook your head. Your mind, though blurred with pleasure, served just as well to remind you that you were not to divulge anything to the enemy. To this, the Earl only shook his head. He leaned forward, gave your pussy a single lick, and withdrew his tongue once again. You gasped, your hips bucking to meet the organ. “Was it one?” You bit your bottom lip yet again.

 Tyki’s eyes were focused on your face, searching for any hints. “No.” The Earl nodded, leaned forward, and thrust his tongue into you deeply.  You threw your head back, moaning, the sound muffled by your closed mouth. A whimper then escaped you—the Earl had pulled away. “Not quite,” Tyki commented. Again did the tongue assault you, that time trailing from your lower belly into your folds. You shook your head, and the Earl repeated the action in reverse.

 “Oh God, yes!” You hated yourself for saying it, despised the fact that the Noah were laughing at you.

 “Four days,” they said in unison. The Earl looked up at your face from his position between your legs. “Is that right? Four days?” You could not meet his gaze. “Or was it more? I could keep going.” You felt yourself growing wetter with his words. His mouth returned to your pussy, and he began suckling. You could no longer hold back the moans; a single finger had joined the Earl’s tongue—Tyki’s finger. The Noah of Pleasure knelt beside the other male, both intent on driving you over the edge it seemed.

 Simultaneously, they pulled out. “It was four, right?” Tyki asked you. Before your mind, so filled and blinded by pleasure, could function correctly, you found yourself nodding. Then you stiffened, realizing what you had done. You bowed your head in shame, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t cry~” Tyki and the Earl spread your legs apart as far as they could go while bound. You winced slightly at the pain this caused you, and stared at the two men through watery eyes. “We’ll make you feel better~”

 Your jaw dropped, and you could not even fathom what to think when the two Noahs’ tongues met—they failed to kiss one another fully, instead opting to not only rub their organs along one another’s, but also inside of your wet pussy. You gasped, swallowed, and fought for breath at the sensation of the two tongues battling for dominance against one another while still buried in your folds. Tyki’s was the first to retreat, and he blew lightly against your entrance, which was still being fucked by the Earl’s tongue. The Earl then moved away, having felt your walls tighten around his organ in a sure sign you were close to orgasm.

 “Doesn’t this feel nice? The three of us sinning together.” Tyki chuckled off to the side, running a hand through his hair to push back his bangs.  The Earl made light, small circles on your ankle as he spoke.

 Swallowing the saliva gathered in your mouth to keep yourself from drooling, you forced yourself to take a single, shaky breath. You were doing all that you could to calm yourself, to bring your body under your mind’s command. Regaining most of your normal composure, you were able to once more glare at the Millennium Earl and Tyki Mikk with pure defiance in your eyes. Seeing the challenge this posed for gaining future information from you, the Earl grinned widely. You barely managed to fight off the shudder that threatened to run down your entire frame. This was a battle of wills, and you refused to allow yourself to be defeated, especially by the likes of the two present Noah.

 The Earl stood before you and then walked behind your back. You felt his fingers dancing along your wrists, tapping against the chains that bound you. You turned your head to see what he was doing, however your attention returned immediately to Tyki when he raised himself as well. His dick stood painfully erect before you, and you eyed the organ warily while listening to the Earl’s next question.

 “Did you recognize anyone to be Noah here?”

 Inhaling deeply, you allowed your eyelids to drift close and outright refused to answer the question. To this, the Earl only gripped the chain one your wrists, tugging lightly so where the metal bit into your flesh. Used to this sort of pain from your training, you made no noise of complaint. Your heartbeat was beginning to return to its normal rate as well, your body completely unperturbed by the metal slicing through several layers of skin. The Earl shifted to where his mouth was directly beside your ear. Again did your heartbeat increase its rhythm; the feeling of his breath on your ear reminded you of the sensation below, of how skilled his tongue had been. You clenched your hands into fists and fought for control over yourself, almost winning when he asked:

 “They water-board you as part of your training, correct?” You stiffened slightly. It was true that you were no stranger to being water boarded, however that in no way indicated that you enjoyed it. You twisted your torso a fraction of an inch to look up at his face. The Earl peered down at you, his expression one of pure indifference. “Does drowning scare you?” You blinked once. “What about choking—did they shove anything into your mouth, hmm?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and the Earl smiled in self-congratulations.

 He moved to where he stood in front of you and motioned to Tyki. The Noah of Pleasure took up the position the Earl had previously held, his hands then seizing the restraints. You tensed your legs upon feeling your hands pulled back, and you knew full well the moment he used his power to push your hands and the chains past the back of the chair.

 “Do you know what we’re doing?” You were too absorbed in what Tyki was doing to make note of who asked the question. The Noah of Pleasure released your hands, once more returning to the Earl’s side.  The two men shared a look prior to the Millennium Earl grabbing you by the shoulder and literally tossing you onto the ground. He caught the chair before it was able to follow suit and collapse onto you. You winced as your shoulder then face smacked into the floor. A small whimper escaped from you, however you fought back any other noises.

 You groaned as the Earl rolled you onto your back then sat on the chair, staring down at you. He placed his feet on your legs, which were twisted slightly due to the position you were currently in. You shifted, attempting to alleviate some of the strain, and were stopped by both the restraints around your ankles, and the Earl pressed down on you. He asked again if you knew what was going on, and that time you shook your head.

 The Earl nodded, his eyes drifted towards Tyki, who recognized the signal immediately. The Noah of Pleasure straddled your chest, the tip of his erection touching your lips. Catching onto what they were planning, you swung your head to face the far wall. Your eyes were widened in horror, your heart beating loudly and quickly in your chest. You were certain Tyki was able to feel your pulse.

 “Don’t even think about biting,” Tyki said. He then looked skyward, rubbing his chin. “Not that you really could.” The Earl and Tyki laughed at your expense. At the same time, Tyki gripped you by the hair and forced you to face him. He shifted his hips forward, the head of his penis flush against your lips. You could smell his musk, could feel the precum dripping onto you. All you had to do was keep your mouth shut, you told yourself. That’s all you had to do. Tyki grinned down at you, his teeth and eyes reminding you of a monster—you trembled at the sight of the trademark Noah-grin. You remembered at that exact moment that it did not matter if you opened your mouth or not—his ability made you completely vulnerable even should you successfully keep your mouth shut.

 But that was not what he wanted, and you realized this upon feeling the Earl’s foot stomp down hard on your ankle. You whimpered and gasped, feeling the bone break, and instantly regretted it as Tyki thrust his hips forward, his penis entering your mouth. He did not stop there; the Noah made certain that his dick hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around the organ. Tyki slowly withdrew then rolled his hips again. You felt tears forming in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, as the sensation and thoughts of dying from asphyxiation clouded your mind. Above you, Tyki moaned. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair, and he forced your head to bob up and down his length while he fucked your mouth.

 After thrusting into your throat several times, he withdrew from your mouth. Still seated on the seat behind Tyki and above you, the Earl repeated his previous question: Did you recognize anyone to be Noah here?

 You, however, were busy coughing and gagging. Fighting to catch your breath, you sobbed. All the while, Tyki continued to run his hand through your hair, rocking his hips, ever ready to resume. It seemed to them that you took too long; you screamed around Tyki’s erection as it entered your mouth and once more hit against the back of your throat. The vibrations of your scream caused Tyki to groan loudly in pleasure. You attempted to jerk your head away from him, but were unable to due to the fact that Tyki still held captive your hair. He did, however, relent slightly; the Noah no longer pressed himself to where he hit your throat, but instead ran the head of his penis against your tongue. You tasted the precum, at the same time your nostrils were filled with the scent of his musk. For a second time, Tyki withdrew from your mouth without cumming. He stared down at you while, for a third time, the Earl asked the question.

 “J…just…” More tears spilled down your cheeks; you did not want to betray the Order, but it did not count if the information was harmless, did it? No, you told yourself. It wasn’t betrayal if it didn’t hurt the Order. “…I only…I only recognized the ones…that the Order…” You swallowed hard, your throat sore. “Only the ones that the Order already knows of…”

 The Earl nodded, but you barely saw the action past Tyki’s body. The patriarch of the Noah family shifted in his seat, his own pants becoming unbearably tight. In his next question, you heard his voice deepen, grow husky: “What Noah do the Order know about?”

 Your legs were growing numb, and you attempted to move them to get the blood flowing once more. The Earl allowed this, and even aided you just a little by pushing against your shins. Your gaze flickered to Tyki, then darted to the Earl, and finally settled on the Noah of Pleasure’s face. He was staring down at you lovingly—it was all about lust, you well knew.

 “I…I don’t know,” you said quickly, hoping this would satisfy the two. Tyki only sighed, gripped your head, and ignored your protests as he entered your mouth against. This time, his moan was loud. It echoed in your head as his hips rolled forward, the head of his dick sliding against the roof of your mouth. It tickled somewhat, and you shuddered in response.  He moved, alternating between running the upperside of his shaft against the roof of your mouth, and the underside along your tongue. Your throat constricted the moment he ventured to move in that deeply. You hardly heard his hiss of ‘Oh, fuck yes’, your vision growing blurred from the lack of oxygen. You attempted several times to breathe through your nose, however were assaulted and overwhelmed by his scent.

 His thrusting grew more frantic. You felt his hand hit against your chin, and your brow furrowed before you realized that he was cupping his sac while he continued to rape your mouth. You shut your eyes tightly, knowing what was coming—knowing that he was about to cum. You hoped and prayed that he would go ahead and thrust once more into the back of your throat so that you would not have to taste him. Those prayers remained unanswered; Tyki made certain his seed spilled on your tongue and filled your mouth. Upon pulling out, he slammed a hand over your lips, preventing you from spitting out the semen.

 You swallowed several times, fought off the urge to gag, and sobbed pathetically when Tyki removed his hand. A handful of tears slipped down your cheeks; you were completely and utterly disgusted with yourself, were sure that you were going to Hell for what you had been forced to do—that’s what the Order had told you would happen. Tyki moved off your chest, and both Noah watched you cry. The younger Noah ran a thumb up and down your cheek in a semi-comforting manner. You could only shake your head in response.

 “But…but I really…I really don’t know that,” you said, sobbing loudly and voice breaking several times during that short sentence. “I just…only ….the list…”

 The Earl hummed in response; it was a bit late for him to be agreeing with you, to be accepting that answer, you thought. Tyki had already had his way with you.

 Standing, the Noah patriarch took out a piece of paper from his pocket. You recognized it immediately as the list you had mentioned. If he already knew about the list….then why would they do that…? You sobbed yet again. He then knelt between your legs, reaching backwards and snapping the chains off with a brief summoning of dark power. You yanked your limbs away from him, curling in on yourself in an attempt to hide your lower half from his wandering eyes. Tyki watched with vague interest as the Earl seized your hips and pulled you into his lap. You cried into his chest, his hands crossed behind your back and unlocking the shackles on your wrists.

 Your arms, sore and tender from the position they had been trapped in for so long, flopped lamely to your sides for a minute. Blood pulsed through your limbs in an aching speed that had you tensing and hissing in discomfort. At the same time, you were not oblivious to the Earl’s own growing discomfort, to the erection pressing against you from under his clothing. His hands were lecherous, venturing to touch and rub first your arms, then your hips, and finally your chest. He squeezed your breasts, causing you to gasp and attempt to retreat. Pulling away, you landed on your back against, only to have the Earl roll on top of you. One hand remained on your chest, pinching a nipple through your shirt and bra, and the other rested beside your face in order to prop himself up.

 You grit your teeth together, shutting your eyes and gasping as he rolled the nipple between finger and thumb. His hips pressed into yours, his erection pressing tightly against your wet pussy. You whimpered beneath him, and felt tears running down your cheeks yet again. He began licking up the salty-water that fell from your eyes, his lips pressing gently against your eyelids after following the trail.

 “Were you able to gather any new information on the Noah?” he asked, the hand abandoning your breast to trail between your two bodies—down, down, running over your abdomen, next your pelvic bone, and finally a knuckle slipping between your folds as he gripped the zipper of his pants. You heard him tug the metal down, and felt his hand move against you as he undid the button as well.

 You opened your eyes and stared at him, horrorstruck as he pulled himself out of his pants. His hips shifted lightly, however he made no mood to penetrate you. “I….I…” He ran his tongue over his lips, and you stared, hypnotized by the pink organ. He slipped his hand back up your body, first cupping your thigh and slowly massaging up. You were growing wetter the higher he went, panting as his thumb hooked for just a moment into your pussy, massaging your clit prior to venturing higher. Subconsciously, you spread your legs further for the Earl and he rewarded you by pressing forward. Your body tensed upon feeling the head of the Earl’s erection brush against your lower lips. “Please…d-don’t.”

 “Just answer the question,” he told you, although he obliged in the slightest by shifting to where his penis was not so snug against you.

 “Y-y-yes.” You looked away from his face, staring instead at one of the bookcases in the room. This was getting to the point of betrayal, you told yourself. Anything further and you would be damned if you answered their questions. At the same time, you told yourself that you were damned if the Earl or Tyki had their way with you; premarital sex was immoral! You sniffled, chest heaving with yet another sob. “Just pl-please don’t.” You pulled your hips away from his, your hands moving to cover yourself. The Earl watched this with fascination, and Tyki also observed your actions with growing interest.

 “You’ve already told the Order the information?” the Millennium Earl asked, placing both hands on either side of your head and moving to where he was on all fours over you. You sobbed in response to his interrogation. That was enough of an answer for him. “What information did you give to them?”

 ���I…I can’t…I can’t…” You felt as though you were suffocating; the feeling of weight on your chest, of air not able to get into your lungs was worse than when Tyki had fucked your mouth. Your throat was still sore from the abuse, and every ragged breath you took only made things worse. You gulped in a mouthful of air, fear clenching your heart as the Earl started to undo the buttons on his shirt. You shook your head, hands flying up to grab his, to stop his actions. He paused for only a moment as your fingers curled around his hand, and stared down at you. His erection throbbed painfully at the sight of you sputtering out nonsensical words, of you begging him to please wait. Then he resumed undressing himself, that time with more fervor, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

 You pulled yourself out from underneath his body successfully just as he was shrugging his shirt off of his shoulders. However, you had completely forgotten about Tyki’s presence, and were startled when the second Noah’s arms wrapped around your waist to stop your escape. While the Earl finished pulling off his pants, and while you tried to tear yourself from Tyki’s grasp, the Noah of pleasure peeled your shirt from your body with his ability. You covered your chest, which was then covered only by your bra, and thus left yourself open to Tyki’s hands removing your pants and panties completely from your body.

 Crossing your legs, you turned your body halfway away from the two men, trying to hide yourself. The Earl sighed in contentment at the sight, and Tyki made quick work of removing his own clothes. He used only one hand, the second squeezing between your thighs, two fingers rubbing against and then into your vagina. You gasped, yours hips initially jerked away from the contact before Tyki began curling and uncurling the digits. At that point, you could not stop your body from responding to the touch. It did not help either when the Noah of pleasure tugged you closer, your back against his torso, or when the Earl moved to where he had better access to you. His hands gripped you, forced your legs apart, and he thrust two more fingers into your depth. You released a small scream at the pain that flooded through your mind, unused to such stretching and pressure in the lower regions of your body.

 “Stop! That hurts!”

 “Oh~?” Tyki peered down at your pussy from over your shoulder, watching as his and the Earl’s fingers thrust in and out of you. A few drops of red and pink came out as he jerked his fingers away for a moment. “You really are a virgin.” The fingers returned, and you jumped at the intrusion, bouncing against Tyki, accidentally causing the fingers to thrust into you harder. The Noah of Pleasure kissed the top of your head, his lips and kisses trailing down the side of your face, until he arrived at your neck. He nibbled at your flesh, tongue flicking out and teasing.

 You were starting to moan as the fingers wiggled and danced within you, as Tyki’s tongue lapped at your neck, as the Earl’s free hand squeezed and tormented your breasts. You threw your head back, sobbing and moaning at the same time. It was getting hard to breathe, it was getting—so fucking hot. You felt sweat running down your body as you moved your hips in time with the fingers. Tyki’s hand joined the Earl’s and started to play with your other breast.  The Earl, likewise, moved forward and started to lick the other side of your neck. You felt several times their tongues meet as they licked every inch of your neck. Tyki’s erection pressed into your back and you gasped, your tongue lolling in your mouth.

  The Earl withdrew his fingers first, running them along your body and trailing upwards until he was able to lick both your neck and your juices at the same time. He then shifted and ran his tongue down your body, over the line he had previously smeared on you. Your tears seemed to have dried up, and you could only manage a shaky breath and a weak sob as the Earl’s mouth engulfed you. He sucked at your wet pussy, his tongue running along Tyki’s fingers and your inner walls.

 Tyki withdrew his fingers, caressing the Earl’s face for a moment before moving both hands to your hips. You watched the action, confused. “Duke, we’re still going to ask her, right?” Tyki asked, pressing closer to you. The Millennium Earl kissed back up your body until his face was above your head and he looked Tyki directly in the eyes. You looked up to watch the pair, your mind and body still coming down from the high that the two Noah had given to you. You leaned your head against Tyki’s shoulder, and continued to pant. The pair of men gazed down at you, watching you watch them.

 “That’s correct.”  Your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip as he moved to where his forehead rested against yours. “What information were you able to give the Order?”

 You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as you released your lip in order to say, “I’m not…not allowed…I won’t…”

 The Earl seized your hips, his hands directly above Tyki’s. Both Noah forced your hips forward, and you scrambled against the feeling of the Earl’s erection against your entrance. He slammed his hips up, burying himself in you immediately. A scream ripped from your throat at the sudden intrusion. You jerked your body, attempting to remove yourself. The Earl, meanwhile, groaned loudly and whispered a multitude of words regarding how tight you felt.

 “Oh, God!” you whimpered. “You…I’m…”

 “Were you saving it for your husband~?” Tyki cooed, nuzzling you while dropping his hands from your hips to your ass. You stiffened as he began to knead your flesh, and you stared at the Earl, who had yet to move since he first entered you. “We’re very good at destroying innocence~” The two Noah laughed, and you shuddered.

 “Are you going to answer the question?” the Earl asked, lifting his hips further into yours. You wiggled against him, unable to remove yourself from him as his hands held you in place. Tyki continued to massage your butt, his fingers  running over your cheeks and seeking a different entrance. You tensed upon realizing what he was doing, your head whipping around to look at him. He smirked at you in response. “You have five seconds….four…” With wide eyes, you looked at the Earl. Tyki’s fingers wiggled into you, causing you to buck your hips. This resulted in your gasping and the Earl moaning lowly in his throat. “…three…”

 “Wait, wait…”

 “…two…” Tyki positioned himself, the tip of his erection pressing tightly against your anus.  You opened your mouth then closed it. “…one…” Eyes impossibly wide and mouth hanging open as you prepared to beg once more for him to wait, you felt the wind get knocked out of you as Tyki thrust forward. A handful of screams tore from you, and once more you found yourself sobbing as your mind was filled with a searing pain.

 “I hell need going stop trouble,” you said. The two men looked at your face, both blinking as you sputtered nonsense. The Earl was the first to laugh, and Tyki followed this by a chuckle. Both shifted their hips, attempting to establish a rhythm. You grit your teeth and hissed in pain.

 Tyki looked at the Earl past your shoulder and suggested, “Maybe you should lay down?” The Millennium Earl obliged, shifting to where he was on his back and you were on top of him. Tyki moved forward at the same time, making sure he did not slip from your tightness. The new position did help to alleviate some of the pain you were experiencing.

 You placed your hands on the Earl’s chest when you felt as though you were about to collapse from the slight discomfort that remained. The Earl and Tyki rotated their hips another time, and you shifted as a hint of pleasure washed over your body. Not again, I can’t be enjoying this—not again, you screamed at yourself in your mind. All the same, you could not prevent the ‘mmm’ from escaping you. You ran your tongue over your lips, the room suddenly feeling hot beyond all reason. You felt the heat start to center around your belly before it shifted lower.

 The first time you rocked your hips in time with Tyki and the Earl’s thrusting, your mind hardly registered it. The second time, you cursed yourself. On the third occasion, however, you were growing so hot that you hardly cared. The phrase ‘I’m going to hell’ repeated itself in your mind over and over, and still you continued to ride the two Noah. You ran your hands up and down the Earl’s bare chest, trailing your fingers by the tips only down the Earl’s abs. They shuddered under your touch, and the Earl gave an appreciative moan, jerking his hips into you. You rolled your hips against his in return, making sure to wiggle against Tyki, who started suckling at your neck in response.

 Suddenly the two paused, and it was you alone who was riding the pair. They both fought the urge to resume, seeing how eager you were growing. Tyki and the Earl steadied your hips with firm grips. You stared down at the Earl questioningly, mind in a boggle from the pleasure you were receiving. Your teeth started to saw through your bottom lip—it was so hot in the room! There was so much pressure in the lower half of your body, pressure that demanded you move against the dicks that were buried within you.

 “What information did you tell the Order?” the Earl asked. You groaned in response, your hands shoving against the limbs that were holding you in place. Below you, the Earl rotated his hips a second before Tyki also swiveled himself. You moaned as a result, eyelids fluttering closed. “Did it involve our abilities?” This time, Tyki thrust forward, forcing the Earl deeper into you.

 “Oh…mmm…” You were breathing unevenly, your hands running along your own body. One hand cupped a single breast. You pinched and rolled a single nipple, kneading the breast as your other hand wormed its way to way you were able to thrust a single finger into yourself. You moved it up and down the Earl’s shaft before focusing on pleasuring yourself.

 Tyki pulled out of you right before the Earl flipped you onto your back, his hips withdrawing until his dick left you with a slick sound. Then he slammed himself forward, reentering you. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, bucking your hips into his. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he started to fuck you from his kneeling position. You removed your finger from yourself and grasped at the Earl’s balls, rolling them and touching them. All too soon, the Earl reached behind himself, unhooked your legs, and pulled out; you cursed as he regained control of the situation.

 “That’s a pretty strong aphrodisiac you put in her drink,” you heard Tyki say as your focus swam. “How much did you give her anyway?”

 You were unable to hear the Earl’s response. You had once more buried your finger into yourself, adding a second as you started to scissor yourself. The two Noah watched you for a minute as you brought yourself to the pique of pleasure—and then the Earl seized your hands , securing them behind your back. He forced you backwards into his lap. You wiggled against him, trying to position yourself over his erection before noticing that Tyki had moved in front of you.

 “I shouldn’t have given her that much,” the Earl muttered as you spread your legs for Tyki. The two Noah smirked; you threw your head back as Tyki entered you. Your hips were immediately moving against his, your legs wrapped around the man in order to force him closer, deeper. You were panting heavily by then. Tyki chuckled, moving in and out of you with skill. “Hmm.”

 The Earl pushed you into Tyki’s arms, releasing your hands. You grasped the Noah of Pleasure’s shoulders, still riding him even as the Earl thrust into your anus. You groaned out an ‘oh yes’ and shifted to where you could enjoy them both in full.

 Tyki’s hands were on your thighs, and the Earl’s on your chest.  You had your legs wrapped around Tyki’s torso and arms draped behind you around the Earl’s neck. You pulled him closer, pressing your lips against his in such haste that your teeth collided. The Earl growled in response, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Simultaneously, Tyki started to nibble once again at your neck. Your lips left the Earl’s and you seized Tyki’s, your tongue running along his. Not allowing you much of a chance to get away, the Earl leaned further into you, his mouth joining. The three of your tongues fought for dominance, slipping on occasion into someone’s mouth, although you were never quite sure whose.

 For a second time, both men pulled away and out of you. You whimpered; they had grabbed your limbs and stretched you out to keep you from pleasuring yourself.

 “Did it have anything to do with…” The Earl paused, breathing heavily. “Did the information regard the Noah’s abilities?”

 “Oh fuck…” You could feel that you were so close to cumming. Your body was screaming for the two men to enter you, while your mind battled with the effects of the aphrodisiac and the knowledge that you should not reveal anything to the two men. You swallowed hard, eyes wandering over Tyki and the Earl’s naked bodies. The sight of their erections alone was about enough to make you cum. “It was…how…the looks…”

 The Millennium Earl whipped you onto his lap, where you immediately wrapped your legs securely in place; while he thrust inside, you pushed yourself onto him. The Earl reached past you, gripping Tyki’s hips and forcing the Noah of Pleasure against you. Tyki obliged without complaint, moving to where he was able to reenter you. He gripped your hair and harshly yanked your head back, literally shoving his tongue towards the back of your throat. You whimpered then moaned in response, moving your hips in time with theirs.

 Your hands were running up and down the Earl’s chest, until you found his abs again. Releasing your hair, Tyki reached in front of you, his hands gripping harshly at your chest. You shuddered in slight pain and noticed that his rhythm was increasing, that he was getting close. You continued to kiss him, your hands seizing the Earl’s wrists and bringing them to your chest as well. The Earl groaned lowly, leaving one hand on your right breast while the other grabbed you by the back of your neck. He jerked you forward and claimed your mouth. You felt yourself tighten around him as he thrust his tongue in and out of your mouth, mimicking what was going on below. You came for a second time, and this caused the Earl to cum only a few seconds following. Tyki continued to thrust into you even after the Earl pulled out.

 He then paused, realizing what had happened, and forced you onto all fours while pulling out. He positioned himself at the entrance of your vagina and then thrust forward. He had one hand on your back, keeping you in place while he fucked you as though you were an animal. Not that you minded in the least at that point—you were rocking your hips back into his.

 You reached forward with a single hand, gripping the Earl’s shaft as it softened, and leaned until you were able to lap up the semen and juices that had stuck to him.

 “Fuck, that’s hot,” you heard Tyki say. He pulled all the way out and then thrust forward, forcing your face further into the Earl’s lap. A moment later, Tyki came with a loud groan. He continued to thrust into you until his shaft had fully softened.

 At that point, you were so hot once more that you rolled onto your back and, not caring who was watching, started to fuck yourself with your fingers. Tyki licked his lips, an action that the Earl mimicked.  Both of them spread your legs and buried their tongues within your depths. “Oh, fuck yes,” you hissed jerked your hips into their faces.  Tyki licked a trail from your pussy up to your neck then back down again, while the Earl forced your finger away and started to roll your clit between his teeth. When you felt Tyki slip his tongue into you again, you moaned. You felt your walls tighten around their tongues, almost sobbed in pure ecstasy as they continued lapping at you even as you came. You were left gasping for air when they moved away from you. Tyki wiped his chin with an arm, all the while licking his lips.

 “Still can’t believe the Order was dumb enough to send a girl~” You blinked at him, your mind not fully registering what the Noah was saying.

 The Earl took a deep breath, stared down at you, and made a noise of agreement; in the back of his mind, he wondered if the Order had expected this, but then dismissed the thought immediately upon reflecting on all the information he was able to gain from you. He then pushed himself into a standing position and crossed the room, where he retrieved a cup of water. The Millennium Earl sat beside you, helped you into his lap, and pressed the rim of the cup against your mouth. You greedily started to drink the water, whimpering as he would pull the glass away then replace it. He seemed to be purposely spilling some of the water on your chest.

 Again he took the cup away from you. That time he did not give it back, instead taking a sip himself. You reached for it, but were unable to retrieve it as Tyki took the water and sucked down what little remained.

 “Do we kill her?” the Noah of Pleasure asked, rubbing a hand down your back. He stroked you as though you were a house pet. You stiffened at his question, looking between him and the Earl. “She might tell the Order what you look like.”

 The Earl brushed back some of your hair. “I’m not worried about that.” He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, caressing the area of flesh with his tongue. He released you, looking at Tyki. The Earl then shifted his gaze to you. “I wonder—what is the Order going to do to once they find out everything?” You shuddered at the thought; even if they did not put you to death for your acts of heresy, you were certain you would not be welcome amongst your comrades. “I suppose we’ll just have to return her.” You did not like the way he grinned as he said that. Your mind screamed as he once more moved atop you, as your body, under the influences of the aphrodisiac, responded to his sinful, lecherous hands.

 *****

 You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at your superiors. The way quite a few of them were eyeballing you left a wave of chills running through you; quite a few of them were leering at you in the same manner both the Earl and Tyki had. This fact alone made you wish that you had been able to leave out the information regarding your debauchery, however the Order had made it clear that they would tolerate no editing or omitting to your tale. There was a mutual agreement amongst your superiors that your body would need to be cleansed; at that, you shuddered. All the while, they admitted that they were thoroughly pleased with the information you had provided—especially that regarding the Millennium Earl’s human appearance. Really, he shouldn’t have allowed you to live.

[bisexual-bookman]

Welcome Home, Love

Fandom: D.Gray man

Pairing: Yullen

Word Count: 5670

Tags: Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Allen being a little shit as per usual, swearing

Summary: After hearing about Kanda's terrible day at work, Allen prepares a little welcome home gift for him. Something he's sure will change Kanda's foul mood.

Part of the Let Allen Walker Wear Pretty Things series.

[Read on AO3]

"They're all fucking idiots." Kanda snarled. Allen rolled his eyes at the angry tone on the other line, forgoing his current task of seeing what was missing from their refrigerator in favour of listening to his boyfriends bitching.

"Bakanda, you say that about everyone." Allen sighed into the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance. 

"Well, with these fucking idiots it's true. I tell them to check the kennels, change the animal’s water, and what do they do? Absolutely nothing." Kanda seethed. The distant sound of slamming metal rang in Allen's ears. Allen winced at the loud noise before he gave a heavy sigh, closing the refrigerator door. He had phoned Kanda to ask him to pick up some groceries on the way home, and instead Allen got an earful about the incompetent people that Kanda worked with. 

"I even talked to my boss about it," Kanda continued. Allen’s eyebrows rose in surprise at that. Kanda hardly ever needed to go to his boss with employee trouble, most of them too scared of Kanda to not listen to him.  

"All he said was that since I'm the head of the tech assistants, that I need to talk to them about it. I feel like I'm a babysitter, Sprout, I need to hold their hand through everything," Kanda finished in a disgusted tone. 

"Did you try telling them that?” Allen questioned, starting to write a list for Kanda. “Ya know, that you shouldn't need to hold their hand?"

Silence followed Allen's remark. Allen sighed heavily into the receiver, rubbing his eyes.

“Did you just get snippy and yell at them?” Allen asked, tapping his pen against the counter.

"And on top of that," Kanda started up again, ignoring what Allen had just said. Allen just rolled his eyes. Leave it to Kanda to just get mad and not actually say anything. "Some fucker did our ordering wrong, so now we have no gauze, none of the correct syringe sizes, and they ordered the wrong type of anesthesia!" Kanda ranted. 

Allen sighed, listening to the other man continue on the other line. Allen felt bad for Kanda, he really did. Kanda was good at his job, very good, it was the reason he was able to become head tech so quickly. Plus, on the very short list of things that Kanda liked, it was near the top. His co-workers though, were a different story. If there was one thing Kanda could not stand, it was useless people.

As Kanda continued to vent to Allen, a plan started to form in his mind. Kanda would most likely be in a foul mood when he got home, but Allen knew of a way to change it around...

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When Allen heard Kanda's key in the lock, he raced to take up his spot, perching delicately on the armrest of the couch. He heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of the grocery bags being dropped to the floor as the other man put away his things. 

"Sprout?" Kanda called from the door.

"In here!" Allen called from the living room, one of the hallway lights flicking on at his voice.

"No! Don't! Leave the lights off, Bakanda!” Allen panicked, not wanting all the prep he did to be ruined.

"What?” Kanda asked confused, “What are you up to Sprout? Why are there so many candles?" He said turning the light back off. 

"Nothing, just come into the living room." Allen said, relaxing back on to the couch.

Kanda conceded, hesitantly walking into the room, only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway at the sight in front of him.

Allen sat in front of him, leaning on the arm rest of the couch. Between the faint light from the setting sun peaking through the curtains, and the candle light being emitted from around the room, it seemed to make Allen's pale skin glow. He was wearing a black, mesh one piece, the long black silk bow at his collar and the long sleeves adding a bit of class to the simple lingerie. His feet were adorned in strappy black heels that clicked against the floor as Allen leaned forward slightly, a playful smile on his face. 

"Welcome home, Love." Allen whispered. 

Kanda gulped, his eyes trailing over Allen's body, his gaze lingering on the slight bulge that was visible through the see-through material. Kanda could feel heat start to coil in his stomach as he slowly walked towards Allen.

Allen stood, hips swaying in a way that made Kanda dizzy as he sauntered over to Kanda, the sound of Allen’s high heels echoing in the small living room.

Allen hooked his arms around Kanda's neck, lightly trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin at the back of his neck. A shiver ran down Kanda's spine as he rested his hands on Allen's waist to pull them closer together until their chests pressed against each other.

Allen leaned in and trailed his tongue along Kanda's lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. Kanda exhaled heavily, pulling Allen closer as their tongues slid against each other, both exploring the other’s mouth. As they pulled apart Allen nipped at Kanda's bottom lip, a low grunt leaving Kanda. Allen licked his lips, both men breathing heavily.

Allen slid his hands down Kanda's chest to rest on his hips, hooking his fingers through Kanda's belt loops and pulling him forward, leading him to the couch. Once there, Allen gave Kanda a nudge, Kanda sitting down heavily on the couch, Allen immediately settling on his lap.

"So, what'd ya think?" Allen questioned. Kanda's eyes shot up from where they were lingering on Allen's stomach, outlining the toned muscles that were just visible through the mesh material.

"I think it'd look even better on the floor," Kanda said with a teasing smirk, resting his hands on the small of Allen's back.

Allen laughed, smoothing his hands over Kanda's shoulders and chest. 

"So, you do like it. Good, I was hoping you would." Allen said, whispering it huskily into Kanda's ear. He could feel Kanda's heart beating against his chest. Allen giggled and placed a kiss to Kanda's cheek, nuzzling his neck. 

"Your ears are turning red." Allen said, lips brushing against Kanda's jawline.

"Shut up!" Kanda snapped, though it didn't have any real venom behind it. Allen just laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss Kanda again, licking Kanda's lips before his tongue delved into his mouth. Kanda trailed his hands down Allen's back to glide along his thighs before sliding down to Allen's ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Allen moaned into the kiss, biting Kanda's lip in response.

Kanda groaned, grinding into Allen as Kanda pulled him closer. Allen pulled away, gasping, before attacking Kanda's lips again, rocking his hips in to Kanda's thrusts.

Allen slid his hands up Kanda's shoulders before threading his fingers into Kanda's hair, pulling the hair tie out and throwing it over his shoulder somewhere on the floor. He tangled his fingers into Kanda's hair, lightly scratching his nails against Kanda's scalp, making a loud groan crawl up Kanda’s throat. As Kanda drew back to catch his breath, Allen leaned in and placed kisses along Kanda's neck, licking and biting along the flesh, paying special attention to all of Kanda's sensitive spots.

Kanda melted when Allen gave a particularly hard suck, laying his head against the back of the couch, small groans making their way out of his throat. Allen gave Kanda's Adam’s apple a lick, trailing the muscle along Kanda's jaw before he placed an open mouth kiss on Kanda's lips, their tongues battled for a moment before Allen pulled back gasping. Allen smiled down at Kanda, sliding his hands from Kanda's hair as he stood up from Kanda's lap and placed a quick kiss to his lips. 

"C'mon sprout, as much as I might like that outfit, I wasn't lying when I said it would look better on the floor." Kanda said, pointedly staring at Allen's crotch, who’s excitement was more than noticeable. Allen gave a giggle, brushing his fingers against his lips, smirking when he saw Kanda's gaze shoot up and follow the movement.

"All right, all right, Mr. Impatient." Allen said, resting his knee on the couch, his arms coming up to loop around Kanda's neck.

"Do you want to help me out of it?" Allen asked, looking down at Kanda through his eyelashes. Kanda let out a heavy breath as Allen brought his hand in front of him, trailing his finger along Kanda's jaw.

Kanda gently grasped the limb, his slender fingers moving to undo the few buttons at the end of the sleeve, sliding his fingers underneath the material to brush against the delicate skin of Allen's inner wrist. Allen shivered slightly, placing the hand against Kanda's chest as Kanda moved to undo the buttons on the other sleeve.

Sliding his hands up the toned chest, Kanda’s fingers lightly brushed over one of Allen’s nipples. He smirked at the light gasp that left Allen, ignoring the other man's light glare as his fingers reached the silk bow that was at the base of Allen's throat. Pinching one of the tails between his fingers, Kanda gave a light pull, watching as the bow slowly slid apart, reveling a row of buttons.

Letting the fabric fall from his grasp, Kanda reached to begin undoing the buttons, Allen's heavy gaze setting Kanda's blood pumping. Once he finished undoing the last button, Kanda slid his hands across Allen's throat, feeling his racing pulse as he slipped the fabric off his shoulders.

Kanda's hands trailed down Allen's arms, bringing the fabric with him. He watched as more and more of Allen's pale skin was revealed. Kanda slipped the fabric off Allen's arms, the material hanging loosely around his hips.

Standing, Allen placed his hands on Kanda's shoulders, pulling him closer to the edge of the couch as Kanda placed his hands on Allen's hips. Kanda's thumbs skimmed over Allen's hipbones as he slid the material off his body, letting the clothing fall to the floor. Kanda licked his lips at the view in front of him, placing his hands on Allen's thighs and tugging him forward until Allen was standing in between Kanda's legs. 

"There. Much better," Kanda said, his warm breath ghosting over Allen's bare stomach causing Allen to shiver. Allen ran his fingers through Kanda's hair, reveling in the feeling of the silken strands running through his fingers like water. Kanda leaned forward and placed a kiss to Allen's stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste the flesh below his lips, humming in pleasure at the one taste he would never tire of. Allen giggled at the contact, the feeling of Kanda’s tongue tickling his stomach. Allen trailed his hands over Kanda’s broad shoulders, taking up his spot in Kanda's lap again.

"Your turn." Allen purred, tugging at the hem of Kanda's shirt. Kanda just smirked as he lifted his hands over his head Allen wasting no time in pulling Kanda's shirt off. Allen spread his hands across Kanda's chest, fingers tracing over the elaborate tattoo etched into the skin, marveling at the flawless skin underneath his fingertips. He slowly trailed his finger tips over the expansion of bare flesh before sliding down and lightly pinching one of Kanda's nipples. Kanda inhaled sharply, barely able to catch his breath before Allen started playing with his nipples, tweaking and teasing the sensitive flesh.

Allen leaned in, giving Kanda's neck a hard bite, causing Kanda to growl into Allen's ear. Grabbing Allen's hips Kanda flipped their positions, his hair hanging around the two of them, blocking everything else out. Before Allen could get his bearings, Kanda leaned in and captured Allen's lips in a scorching kiss. Allen moaned deeply into the rough kiss, bringing his hands up to desperately grab at Kanda's shoulders, needily dragging them closer together.

Kanda trailed his hand down Allen's stomach, the light touch causing a shiver to run down Allen’s spine. Kanda lightly brushed his fingers over Allen's arousal, who bucked his hips at the light contact, wordlessly demanding to be touched. Kanda curled his fingers around Allen's arousal, pumping it at a slow, languid pace, swiping his thumb over the tip of Allen's dick. Allen whined, breaking away from the kiss, only to glare at Kanda.

"Bastard, you know I hate it when you go slow." 

Kanda just smirked, giving Allen's dick a squeeze that made Allen tremble. Kanda picked up the pace, planting kisses and licks along Allen's chest as he slowly moved downwards. Pre-cum gathered at the tip of Allen's cock, Kanda smearing it with his thumb as he laid kisses on the inside of Allen's thighs. He dragged his teeth across the pale flesh, smirking at the way Allen’s thighs started to tremble. Allen groaned at the feeling of Kanda’s mouth inching closer to his hard, leaking dick. A loud whine left him as Kanda’s mouth travelled away from Allen’s dick, his hips squirming at the cruel teasing. Allen grabbed a fist full of Kanda's hair as he melted into the couch, Kanda’s other hand coming up to fondle his balls as his mouth continued to leave red and purple marks all over his near translucent skin.

When Allen was a moaning, withering mess on the couch, Kanda decided to continue, his own aching arousal getting hard to ignore. Allen whined as Kanda retracted his hand, planting a kiss on Allen’s lips to tide him over as Kanda shifted on the couch, making to stand up.

"Where are you going, Love?" Allen asked, hooking his arm around Kanda's thigh.

"To the bedroom, to get the lube." Kanda said, slightly confused.

Allen smiled, sliding his hand over Kanda's leg, trailing his fingers over Kanda's pant line. Allen slid his hand down his own chest, giggling to himself as he watched Kanda’s hungry eyes follow the movement.

"No need to, it's already on the table."

Kanda's confused look moved to the table, his eyes glancing over the items that where sitting on the table, ignored in his earlier focus on Allen. A hard pinch to his ass caused Kanda to spin his gaze back to Allen, glaring at the smirking man lounging on the couch.

"Well, are we going to continue, or are you just going to sit there?" Allen said slyly.

Allen's smirk widened at Kanda's snort, watching the long-haired man reach for the bottle of lube on the table, a condom and small towel next to it. Allen spread his legs wider as Kanda settled back on the couch, spreading the lube over his fingers. Slipping his hand in between Allen's legs, Kanda brought his fingers to Allen's backside, slowly inserting one finger. Allen squirmed slightly at the feeling, though he relaxed quickly as he became accustomed to the feeling. Kanda soon added a second finger, scissoring and stretching Allen.

The initial pain of the second finger being added slowly faded, Allen thrusting back on to Kanda's fingers, silently urging Kanda to continue. Kanda retracted his hand, causing Allen to groan softly at the loss. Kanda quickly covered his fingers in more of the slick substance before inserting three fingers in quick succession. Allen tensed slightly as the third finger was added, his face scrunching up in slight discomfort, Kanda noticing this and quickly began moving and curling his fingers to help lessen the pain.

It worked, soon the pain had faded and Allen was moaning and gasping as Kanda fingers worked inside of him. Kanda twisted his hand and curled his fingers, if only he could find it...

All of a sudden, a cry left Allen's throat and his body tensed up, hands scratching at Kanda's shoulders. Kanda smirked at the noises leaving the man under him. There it was. Kanda began mercilessly rubbing against Allen's prostate, watching as the more he prodded it, the more Allen got lost in the pleasure, Allen quickly dissolved in to a moaning, withering mess on the couch, his cock looking red and painful as Kanda played with his prostate.

"Kanda, please," Allen managed to gasp out, his nails digging almost painfully into Kanda's skin.

"What's that you want, Sprout?" Kanda said, his voice low and husky, a rare teasing note to it. Allen groaned at the tone, his nails raking down Kanda’s arms.

"Inside me, I want-"

A particularly hard press against his prostate left Allen speechless, his mind going blank as his mouth worked, trying to tell Kanda how much he wanted the other man inside of him. Kanda smirked as he withdrew his hand, the sight of a red, panting Allen going straight to Kanda’s hard dick, the aching organ becoming too much to ignore.

Kanda placed the bottle of lube back on the surface of the table, reaching over to the foil wrapped condom. He halted in his movements as he felt Allen’s knee nudging his elbow, trying to get his attention. Allen was still laying there panting, but he swallowed and began talking, trying to get his words out in between his gasps. 

"If you...want...we don't...have to...use it" Allen managed gasp out, Kanda looking at him, confused. 

"Use what?"

Allen took a deep breath, his next sentence coming easier.

"The condom. I only grabbed it in case you wanted to use it...but I know you don’t like using them." Allen said, smile turning sly, a seductive note to it. “I know you like coming inside me more, watching the cum drip out of me,” Allen leaned up, hands sliding over Kanda’s chest, warm breath puffing across Kanda’s neck as Allen leaned in to dirtily whisper in Kanda’s ear.

“Plus, I’ve been craving the feeling of your cum in me,”

Kanda felt dizzy from how quickly the blood rushed to his cock, a loud growl leaving him as he gripped Allen’s arms, roughly pinning him down to the couch as he hungrily attacked Allen’s lips.

Allen tried to lift his arms, wanting to feel Kanda’s skin beneath his palms, but Kanda held him down, not letting Allen move an inch. Kanda pulled back, gasping as he put his full weight on Allen, who squirmed and gasped at the feeling of their erections roughly pressing against each other. Kanda leaned forward, his lips brushing against Allen’s red, swollen lips as he spoke.

"All right Sprout, whatever you say."

Kanda pushed off of Allen, quickly standing to undo his pants. Allen watched as Kanda slid his pants off, grinning as he watched Kanda’s leaking erection pop out. Kanda kicked them off, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“You know, it’s kinda hot that you go commando.” Allen said, eyes not leaving Kanda’s crotch, even as the other man sat back down on the couch. “Knowing that there’s nothing underneath your pants, that if I reached in, I’d be touching you.”

“What the fuck, Sprout?” Kanda said, slightly embarrassed as he gave Allen a hard swat on his leg. Allen just laughed, wrapping his legs around Kanda’s waist, pulling him in closer.

Kanda grumbled under his breath as he moved back in between Allen’s legs. Heat shot right to Kanda's groin as he took in Allen's dishevelled appearance; his neck was littered with red marks, his hair a mess, the short strands splayed all around him and his pale skin was flushed a delicious red. Kanda licked his lips, dark eyes trailing over Allen’s body as he grabbed Allen's hips, lining himself up before thrusting in.

Allen clutched at Kanda's shoulders, a loud moan escaping him at the feeling of being stretched. Kanda stopped when he was fully inserted, waiting for Allen to get accustomed to the feeling.

Allen sat there for a few moments, just breathing, threading his hands through Kanda’s hair. When he got accustomed to the feeling, he gave his hips a wiggle, signaling for Kanda to start moving. Kanda groaned at the feeling of Allen grinding on his aching cock, starting to thrust in and out of Allen at a fast pace. Allen moaned at the quick pace, hooking his legs around Kanda's hips and using the leverage to pull Kanda closer. A low moan rumbled in Kanda’s chest as he reached down and grabbed Allen's ass, squeezing the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises, using the hold to thrust harder in to Allen.

Allen moaned loudly at the painful grip, whining at the rough thrusts that rocked his body. Allen's back arched up to brush against Kanda's chest, gasping at the warmth that passed along his skin. One of Allen's hands tightened in Kanda's hair, giving it a light tug, his other hand clawing up and down Kanda's back, leaving bright red lines in its wake. Kanda groaned at the onslaught, thrusting harder into Allen, their pace quickening.

Allen managed to gasp out "harder," and "faster," between moans, his pleased sounds becoming louder and louder as Kanda rocked into him, the couch shaking due to the rough thrusts. 

A particularly hard thrust caused Allen's body to tighten around Kanda, the tip of Allen's heel digging into Kanda's thigh. Kanda hissed quietly into Allen’s ear at the light stab, arching his back slightly, his breathing becoming heavier.

Through his hazy, pleasure-filled mind, Allen noticed Kanda's reaction. The gears started turning in Allen’s mind as he jabbed the tip into Kanda's thigh again, listening for Kanda’s reaction.

Kanda groaned low in his throat, a light shiver running through his body as he felt the sharp heel dig into his thigh. Allen hid his face in Kanda’s neck, an evil smirk blooming on his face at the reaction. This time Allen used both of his heels, pushing harder into Kanda’s muscled thighs, watching as the man bit his lip to keep his sounds from leaking out.

Allen hummed in annoyance at the sight, a light sound of disapproval leaving him as he gave Kanda's hair a pull. A low sound came from Kanda, the man biting his lip so hard that Allen was afraid he might start bleeding.

"Yu," Allen said in the breathy, seductive voice that he knew drove Kanda crazy, watching the man falter slightly at the sound of his name. 

"You know I don't like it when you don't let me hear your voice," Allen said a light strain entering his voice. He gave Kanda an open-mouthed kiss, trying to force the sounds out of the other man, Kanda faltering slightly in his thrusts at the possessive kiss.  

Allen pulled back with a lewd sound, his lips curling into a coy smile as he looked up at Kanda’s flush, pleasure filled face.

"Say my name."

Kanda exhaled heavily, burying his face into Allen's shoulder as he gave Allen’s ass a hard squeeze, trying to distract Allen. It partially worked, Allen shuddered at the tight grip, a light whimper leaving him. Allen quickly tried to take back his control, giving a particularly hard scratch to Kanda's back, grinning to himself as he felt Kanda shiver.

"Say it, Yu." 

Kanda shook his head, refusing to relent to Allen’s commanding tone. A hard thrust to his prostate sent Allen groaning, his thoughts temporarily halted. Allen frowned as Kanda tried to distract him. Grabbing a fist full of Kanda's hair, he gave it a hard pull as revenge, dragging Kanda's face upwards and out of the crook of his neck.

"Say. It. Now." Allen said, punctuating his words by giving Kanda's hair a tug.

Allen watched as Kanda’s jaw worked, his refusal to make a single sound clear. With Kanda’s eyes squeezed shut he didn’t see Allen lean forward, biting at Kanda’s lips as he continued to pull at Kanda’s hair.

"Allen," Kanda moaned, finally caving as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Allen shivered at the rare sound of his name passing those lips, kissing along Kanda’s jaw in thanks.

Noticing Kanda's hands on his ass begin to shake, as well as his breathing becoming laboured. Allen smiled to himself, knowing this meant that Kanda was nearing his end.

Allen dragged his hand up Kanda’s back, relishing in the loud groan that left the other man. Wanting to watch the usually reserved man crumble under his hands, he twirled Kanda's hair around his fingers, tugging it hard enough to pull his head back, watching the coil of muscles work in his neck as his head was twisted to the side.

A moan left Kanda at the harsh action, his body beginning to shake. At the same time, Allen dug his heels into Kanda’s legs, leaving small indents in the soft flesh. A cracked moan left Kanda at the harsh treatment. He was panting heavily and starting to lose his rhythm. Allen attacked Kanda’s neck, biting down hard, grinning as he heard the soft whimper leave Kanda. Allen trailed his lips up to Kanda's ear, knowing what to do next to push him off the edge. 

"Cum for me, Yu." Allen whispered huskily into the other man’s ear, moaning out his name. That sent Kanda over the edge, hard, Allen groaning as he felt Kanda's seed pump into him. Allen watched, biting his lip as he watched as his lover’s body shake, a loud groan leaving the other man as the last of his orgasm left his body.

Kanda lay above Allen, panting, barely able to keep from crushing Allen under his weight. Allen watched him for a few moments, petting Kanda’s hair, and smoothing his hands lovingly over his back and shoulders.

Allen grunted as his neglected arousal became too much to ignore, wiggling his hips against Kanda’s cock that was still buried inside of him.

Kanda shivered at the feeling of his sensitive dick being stimulated, beginning to pull out, his mind set on giving Allen a blowjob that would make him scream. Allen’s legs clamped around Kanda's waist as he started to move, preventing him from moving away. Kanda looked at Allen confused, still panting lightly, his face still flushed. 

"Ah, ah, before you pull out." Allen said, flipping their position. Kanda laid on his back, staring up at a smug Allen as he straddled him, Kanda's cock still buried deep in his backside. 

"You're going to help me cum." Allen finished, rising up on his legs until just the tip of Kanda's dick was still inside, before slamming back down. Allen moaned loudly, Kanda's dick going in deeper than before with the new position.

Kanda groaned at the feeling of Allen moving on top of him, his hands coming up to grip Allen's thighs. Allen placed his hands on Kanda's stomach, using the leverage to set a fast pace. Kanda dipped his head back, the crown of his head brushing against the couch, his teeth clenching at the feeling of his sensitive dick still inside of Allen.

Allen picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster on top of Kanda, his legs starting to quake from the exertion, barely able to keep up with the pace he set.

Allen could feel his orgasm looming, his insides clenching and twisting with each thrust. Allen moaned picking up the pace, but it wasn't enough, he needed more. Kanda's face pinched in discomfort as Allen continued to fuck himself on top of Kanda. Kanda slid his hands up to Allen’s ass, a plan forming in his mind to get back at Allen.

A shocked cry left Allen as Kanda’s hand smacked against his ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. Kanda smirked at the reaction, hitting the pale flesh again, Allen’s nails scratching against Kanda’s stomach.

“You bastard!” Allen cried, as Kanda grabbed his ass, continuing to smack the slowly reddening skin. Allen trailed a hand down to his leaking arousal, moaning at the contact as he wrapped his fingers around himself, jerking himself off to the same pace he was thrusting at on top of Kanda.

Under the continuous onslaught of Kanda’s hands on his ass, and Allen’s fingers wrapped around his member, Allen began to lose his rhythm, his legs feeling like jelly as he sat on the brink of his looming orgasm. A couple more stokes and hard thrusts sent Allen over the edge, his head thrown back as a loud moan came from him.

"Yu," Allen moaned the other man’s name as he came all over his hand and Kanda's stomach, his hand still stroking himself trying to milk out the last of his orgasm. 

Allen collapsed on top of Kanda, panting, body still shivering and shaking from his intense orgasm. He lay there for a moment, face buried in Kanda’s sweaty chest as he tried to catch his breath. Pulling himself off of Kanda, Allen groaning at the feeling of Kanda’s cum sliding down his thighs as Kanda grunted in relief. 

"You complete asshole."

Allen burst out laughing at the crude statement, burying his face into Kanda's chest as he shook with laughter. 

"Maybe if you hadn’t cum so quickly, I wouldn't have to finish my self off, hmm?" Allen snarkily replied, reaching out to twirl a lock of Kanda's hair between his fingers. Kanda snorted, his hands resting on Allen's back, the calloused fingers tracing aimless patterns over the pale skin. 

"Says the one who made me." Kanda grumbled, an annoyed tone slipping into his voice.

Allen laughed at Kanda's weak glare, choosing to lean in to give him a kiss instead of replying. Their lips moved against each other slowly, savouring the sweet kiss. Allen pulled back first, humming against Kanda's lips. 

"Well I found out something new tonight." Allen said in between kisses. Kanda hummed in acknowledgment, one of his hands coming up to brush through Allen’s hair.

"You really, really like my shoes." Allen said, a cat-like smile slipping onto his face. He could feel Kanda tense up below him, looking up and snorting at Kanda’s badly faked confused expression.

"I don't know what you mean." Kanda said stiffly, avoiding Allen's gaze and looking off to the side.

"What, you thought I didn't notice?" Allen said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Maybe I'll start wearing them more often." He said, swinging his legs back and forth. Kanda said nothing, still glaring at some distant spot on the far wall. 

"Your ears are turning red." Allen said smugly.

"Shut up." Kanda snapped. Allen laughed, laying a kiss to Kanda's jaw. Kanda just sighed, knowing that heading down that road would lead to further embarrassment for him.

Grunting slightly, Kanda reached for the towel on the table, using it to clean the cum that had slid down Allen’s thighs. Allen hummed in appreciation, happy noises leaving him at the feeling of Kanda’s rough hands running over his thighs. Allen nuzzled Kanda's neck as he worked, laying soft kisses along the skin near him.

Once Kanda was done, he sat up, gently nudging Allen off of him. Digging through the pile of clothes on the floor for his pants, Kanda pulled them on once he found them. Allen sighed happily before he stood, a satisfied groan leaving him as he stretched. Kanda watched as he gathered their clothes, admiring the sight of the muscles moving under the pale skin. Allen's hands flopped back down to his side, smiling at Kanda, as he moved to grab Kanda's hand and gave it a light tug, forcing the other man to stand.

"C'mon Bakanda, lets go clean up. Afterwards we can cuddle and order something to eat." Allen said in an excited voice, Kanda just rolling his eyes at the predictable statement.

"Uhm, by the way Bakanda…" Allen questioned, his voice sounding nervous. Kanda raised an eyebrow at the sudden change, but made a noise that he was listening regardless. Allen’s hand slid up Kanda's arm, fingers lightly tracing the scratch marks embedded in the skin, as his eyes avoided Kanda’s gaze. As the silence continued, it became obvious that Allen was hesitant to ask what was on his mind. Kanda rolled his eyes lightly as he realized that Allen would need a little push to say what he needed to say.

"What." Kanda grunted, not knowing how else to get Allen to say what he wanted. 

Allen rolled his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything about the brisk tone. Biting his lip, Allen took a deep breath, his words coming out in a rush.

"Are you in a better mood?"

Kanda's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a confused look coming over his face. Allen sighed lightly, realizing he’d have to explain himself. He brought a hand up to trail through Kanda's hair, his eyes shooting up to meet Kanda’s gaze shyly. 

"When you were on the phone with me earlier, you sounded so upset, so I wanted to do something for you when you got home.” Allen said, his tone shy as his cheeks flushed under Kanda's intense stare.  

“Ya know, so you wouldn't be in a bad mood, and end up having a bad night because of it.”

Realization dawned on Kanda's face, his expression softening as a small smile graced his lips. He leaned in and kissed Allen's forehead, Allen looking up with a confused smile on his face.

"Yes, I am in a better mood. Thank you." Kanda said softly, running his hands through Allen's hair, pulling the other man closer.

Allen gave him a blinding smile, closing his eyes and giggling in happiness as he leaned into the soft touch.

"You're very welcome." Allen chirped happily, leaning up slightly to place a chaste kiss on Kanda's lips. Their lips lingered, neither wanting to pull apart, both wanting to stay in each others presence. A loud rumbling noise broke them apart, Kanda snorting in amusement when he realized that the noise was coming from Allen’s stomach. Allen flushed in embarrassment, a light chuckle leaving him.

"Now let's hurry and shower, I'm hungry." 

Kanda huffed out a laugh, shaking his head to himself as he watched Allen happily skip away to their bathroom.

[kitty-bandit]

Oh, Tyki as a camboy makes me feel some type of way 🤤🤤

You and me both, Anon. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I wish I had the fortitude to write a Camboy AU, but it’s a weak point for me. I’ve found that stripping and stuff like it give me too much secondhand embarrassment to write. I managed to write one DGM Stripper AU, and it took all my strength to not collapse into embarrassment while writing it.

[savagetrickster]

Paper Hearts.

D.Gray-Man | Lavi x Reader (NSFW)

Okay so, I accidentally deleted the original post of the ask - basically anon requested for a soft smut for Lavi where he knew he and his s/o shouldn’t be in a r/s at all because of who he is but still did hanky panky anyway. (that’s what i recalled) 

Prompt #15 from the list of smut prompts here : “Spend the night with me?” 

I tried to make this soft smut without making it too explicit and smutty (had to refrain from vomiting my perverted thoughts while writing LOL - i tried okay -_-)

so yeah, tell me what you think <3

themes/warnings: 18+, angst,  breeding kink lol again....and hmm that’s it i guess?

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In the still silence and darkness of the European branch, the full moon hung high in the night sky. The towering structure was quiet with sleep. 

The hallway she stood in was lingering with airy silence. The rooms around her were quiet. Most of her neighbors were already asleep. Those empty ones belonged to those who were still out there.

Her lips parted with a dreary sigh as her eyes wandered to the floors below. Her limbs were heavy with weariness from the mission she returned from this evening. 

But even as night fell and delved into the darker hours, she couldn’t sleep. Her helpless tossing and turning could be seen in the ruffled bedsheet of her bed in the room behind her.

This was nothing new. She always found herself looking down at the levels below, her hands relaxed on the railing separating her and the seemingly endless way down. 

Her thoughts ran on nothing and everything. The darkness she stood in was comforting but depressing whenever a certain redhead came into mind. And always accompanied with wistful sighs when that happened.

Lavi. 

He was her little secret. And she was his.

Their glances were always fleeting on each other as though there was a death warrant hanging over their heads if they were caught.

The brushes across each others’ hands were always light, quiet, and longing, fingers twitching with the urge to lace through each other.

And if they were standing near to the other, they couldn’t help being overly aware of each others’ presence, their skin tingling, and prickling in the warmth that seemed to radiate over them. 

These whispers of their love were something that always made her heart ache almost painfully. 

Knowing that they would be this way forever. A love always so quiet, hesitant, and afraid.

Being who they were, each had a duty bound to them for life. 

A Bookman and an Exorcist.

They were meant to look the other way.

Placed into this world to face the darkness threatening to engulf it, Exorcists and Bookmans alike were the bravest, strongest of mankind to brave the horrors hidden within.

But ironically.

Her heart. Their hearts which wanted to...love-

They were so fragile, easily torn through like paper hearts. 

Every time she managed to muster the courage to think about their future, her hands were always shaking and her parting lips trembling with a sobbing sigh.

Nothing was all she could see. Their future was-

Bleak.

Dull.

Cold.

She closed her eyes in anguish. The presence of tears she felt was threatening to fill her eyes. 

She suddenly felt cold. So...so cold.

Was it the chill in the air? Was it the dreadful tingle sinking in her?

As if someone was eavesdropping her thoughts, a sudden warmth met her lonely back. 

Strong, toned arms slipped around her waist.

Her head jerked up with a small gasp just as they pulled her back snugly against a warm breathing wall.

A slip of her eyes behind.

“…Lavi.”  

Her heart soared, then fell - the sight of him was lifting but the nasty voice that always reminded her of their reality always sank her back down.

“...Why are you still up, princess?” A light kiss pressed to her temples. 

Large hands pressed to her stomach and his lips inches above her shoulder, his green eyes were soft and gentle on hers.

“I just can’t fall asleep.” A soft smile quirked her lips but quickly fell. “But Lavi, You shouldn’t be hugging me like this.”  

Her eyes shifted around hastily, “What if someone sees-” 

“You worry too much,” His chest rumbled lightly to the chuckles tingling her skin. “Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and me now.”

Her breath hitched.

“It’s just you and me now”- a hope tugging uselessly at her heart as her hand raised to her stomach to slide over his. 

At the squeeze she gave him, he pulled her even closer to him with a tuck of her head against his neck, his tall and broad figure hanging over her like a protective coat. 

A comforting silence sat with them as they relished the soothing heat they shared. 

There was so much to say in this rare moment together. 

Yet, because it was such a precious time for them, words seemed too cheap for this rare opportunity to just...hold each other.

Turning in his arms, she rested her head against his chest where she could hear his calm, beating heart and breathed in his warm, steady scent slowly.

“Spend the night with me?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“You know we can’t, Lavi.” A sigh lingered behind her melancholic voice.

“Just tonight, princess,” His lips moved to press against her forehead. His warm breath brushing across her skin as he murmured, “...just tonight.”

.

In the soft glow of the moonlight cast into the room and onto the bed they shared, they talked, drifting aimlessly through topics.

Sleep was forgotten as they relished in each others’ presence. 

Eyes staring up at the ceiling from their sprawled bodies, occasionally wandering over to each other as soft peals of laughter fluttered out of their smiling mouths.

“Lavi, what do you think our life would be like if we were not who we are?”

Pushing himself off the bed to lean over her, the sheets under them ruffled to his movement as Lavi propped an elbow under his head .

Intrigue lighting the green eyes hovering over her. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” She curled into him, her eyes roaming over his handsome face, 

“If we’re ordinary people. You’re not a Bookman and I’m not an Exorcist. Like we have no obligations or duties.”

“Oh, so you mean just civilians.” 

She nodded, smiling wryly. 

“Imagine us living freely.” Her whispering voice shook out of her as her fingers splayed across his cheek, “You’d probably be a teacher and I’d probably be opening a little cafe.” 

She sighed longingly.

A warm, tender look swept over him,

“I know what I’d do if we’re that,” as his fingers gently grasped her chin and tilted her face up to him. 

Her heart gave a squeeze.

“...Wh-What?” Her eyes wavered at him.

His face drew close to hers, his lips lingering just above hers with a murmur barely above a whisper,

“I would marry you in a heartbeat.” 

His lips met hers in a chaste kiss, gently prodding her open as a breathy sigh escaped her. His tongue slipped into her as the elbow under his head lowered to the space beside her head, sinking his forearm into the soft pillow.

Their breath mingled as he pulled away slightly. 

"I'll be the happiest if you'd be willing to be my wife. And even happier if we could have some little ones."

"...Lavi," She stared with a wavering glint. The hopeful tugs in her heart made her breathless. "I'd love to be your wife and give you some. As many as you like."

A wistful hunger ignited a flame within him. "And you'd look so beautiful round with them."

His eyes danced back at hers as he leaned away to tug his shirt over his head to reveal a sculpted body rippling with his movements as he tossed the article aside.

His lips hovered over hers again.

"You'd make a wonderful mother."

There was a strain in his low, quiet voice.

“You’ve no idea how many times I saw you pregnant with my child in my head." 

A carnal thrill ran down his body, tightening him in his pants.

"And how amazing it would have felt to run my hands over that beautiful bump." A tattered groan broke into his tender voice. "The idea of you growing my baby in your womb…"

The aching need cracking through his words shook a breathy gasp of her. "...I can't take it. It's killing me."

He brought her hand to his bare chest, right on where his heart was beating powerfully with his words. “This is how much I want to spend this life with you, if we could.” 

She could feel the presence of tears lingering at the back of her throat at his words. They rang true with her own quiet ones. 

Lavi slipped a hand down to press into her stomach. “If only I could put one in you right now.”

A bitter laugh left him.

“But I won’t, of course.”

Big hands moving up to caress her face, he shifted them, enveloping her in his heat and pinning her down with a tender, burning gaze. 

“Oh, Lavi…” Her heart clenched in agony as a small sob wrecked through her words.

His lips descended on hers.

His head tilted as he pried through her, meeting her lips in a slow, deepening kiss as he pulled a hand away from her face to under her dress, deftly peeling off her panties.

Her fingers ran through his hair while her other hand found its place over his broad shoulders and onto his back, the taut muscle rippling lightly to their moving lips and his working hands.

A shuddering sigh panting out of her against his lips between the brief seconds they parted to catch their breath as his long, calloused fingers prodded and stretched inside her weeping cunt, prepping her for him.

The other hand left her face and slid down to tug his pajama pants off before slipping under her knees to push her thighs apart.

Lips leaving hers, he shifted up to press a long kiss against her forehead as he settled his knees in the space between her legs.

He knew she was ready enough for him when slippery, vulgar squelches responded to every movement his fingers made. 

The wet stain growing bigger and bigger on the white sheets under her was the dead giveaway.

“I’m coming in, princess.” His lips nibbled her ear, his warm breath brushing against her head as he pushed himself in slowly.

Breathy moan shivered out of her as he parted her dripping folds and stretched her open, prodding in until she was pressed snug against him. 

A fleeting groan escaped her, mingling with his shivering grunt at the electrifying jolt that came with their joined bodies. 

She could feel him so clearly. 

His thick girth was buried completely inside her, its whole length wedged fittingly between her throbbing walls.

Deep enough to bulge up against her stomach.

The hand clutching onto his hair throughout his careful penetration left to join her other hand on his back as fluttering blinks accompanied the sigh leaving her.

She missed this. The familiar, satisfying feeling of him snug inside her. Like the missing piece of a puzzle.

"...It's been a long time,” A satisfied wavering sigh shuddered out his lips.

His eyebrows strained on his forehead along with his voice. “...but you feel as wonderful as I remember." 

Then he moved, his lips descending onto hers again as his hip rolled against hers slowly and sensually. 

Each thrust carried gentleness and meaning, almost in sync with his pounding heart. 

His lips on hers were deep and subtly powerful with his love for her swelling in the calm heaves and falls of his chest. 

I love yous murmuring against each others’ lips, slipping out between every tilt of their heads. 

The headboard of the bed underneath them bumping the wall behind each time he pushed himself into her. 

His arms prodded at her sides shifted down to hook the crooks of his elbows under her parted thighs, spreading her until her bent knees hovered in the air. Almost close enough to touch her head caged between them.

Her whimper elicited past their moving lips at the big stretch tugging the folds of her heated core even wider apart.

The dull thuds of the headboard gradually became rattling light slams as his thrusts began to escalate to faster and curt ones. 

Along with her moaning whispers and his grunting words muffled against each other, the squelching wetness he was hammering through grew loud enough to mingle with the dense heat on the bed.

Their lips parted with a loud sigh. Her delirious moans and his growling grunts freed into the room.

Small white flashes blinked behind her fluttering dazed gaze as a sigh sifted through her needy moans at his furious ruts. 

Towering over her, his eyes were drawn to the slightly visible deep, fast prods of his thrusts pushing against her stomach.

He could feel himself growing thicker and thicker with the building pressure within his girth as the same few primal thoughts clouded his head. 

"Tha-That's my girl."

Something stirred in his chest at the mere sight. "Taking me so well."

Of how she would look so precious rounded and bulging with his child if the load threatening to burst impregnated her.

The hunger gnawing at him made him stare heatedly at where he had always imagined his baby would be growing in, marveling at the way his passionate ruts into her could be seen poking out.

The furious prods were small but provokingly powerful enough to make him murmur his desire longingly.

"I-I'd really love to put our baby," His fingers rounding over her thigh to brush over the area. "...right here."

Those words, his fingers sinking lightly in the skin and the next thrust- 

That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Hand flying to her mouth, a muffled sob wreaked through her as a starburst of white pleasure blinded her as he sent her release gushing in her. 

The sharp rips of her orgasm rippling desperately around him made him shiver with a moan hoarse and ending with a tattered gasp as his hips flew at the searing intensity of his own approaching one.

His hand on her abdomen hastily returned to its spot, mirroring his other hand holding her wider apart.

His eyebrows strained on his sweaty forehead as his heated eyes bore into the way he was furiously ramming into her erratically clenching heat. 

A long hiss dragging through his gritted teeth as he relished in her greedy walls squeezing continuously around him, edging him closer and closer.

Slipping a glance up at the sound of her giddy whimpers, he instantly wished he didn’t as a strangled groan left him immediately at her helpless, flustered face blushing red at him.

The stir in his chest grew stronger with a craving ache. And his girth was becoming unbearably full with an animalistic impulse urging him to deposit every bit in her.

With a choked grunt, he mustered all his self-restrain to tug himself out of her in one hasty move, in time for white, rich load to spurt out over her.

“S-Sorry, princess…” Lavi murmured through his panting gasps as his hand gripped him in a pumping haste.

“...No, it’s okay, Lavi-” Her head shook weakly on the bed as a wavering sigh left her at the warm coat splattering over her. 

“-that...that was amazing.”

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Levi is dad, Jean is big brother

138 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 17:19:53 GMT

#4

140 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 19:36:00 GMT

#3

a rivamika fic masterlist

Before I start, I feel it's necessary to say that I am a filthy multishipper. If you think this makes me a fake fan, please allow me to suggest that you move along. If not, please feel free to stay. Thank you.

I've had most my rivamika fics hidden for a month. I've detailed my reasons in another post and don't want to repeat them here. I did, however, have another revelation recently that has helped me come to terms with why I did it and subsequently helped me move forward, in a way. I'm not going into detail about that.

A final note before I start: I have one more rivamika fic planned. This will be, barring extreme circumstances, my final rivamika fic. I don't know when it will be finished. Just that that's what it will be.

So, here we go. A masterlist of all of my rivamika fics, ordered by rating and then by date. Enjoy.

gen

among the teacups: The tenure of Miss Mikasa Ackerman as housekeeper in Ackerman Manor. [AU, my first (posted) rivamika fic; I commissioned art for my favorite part, which I must add is near the end and doesn't represent the content of the whole fic.]

of restless nights: In which the twins wake up in the middle of the night. [Post-canon-ish gen fluff drabble.]

a moment's surrender: Eren leaves, Mikasa flounders, and things change. [Canon divergence meant to be a standalone fic, but I was encouraged to continue and...haven't because I can't write longfic. Permanent hiatus.]

teen+

hickeys: She sits in his lap in the late afternoons, running her fingers through his hair. He nuzzles her jaw, kisses her throat, leaves marks on her skin. [AU, suggestive themes but not explicit.]

in the morning light: The sound of birds wakes her. It’s one of those rare days off: for morale and to rest before an expedition. It’s been far too long to wake up without an alarm blasting at her.

She shuts her eyes and starts to doze again when something tickles her ankle. Reflexively, her leg jerks to knock whatever it is away. Before it can connect, a hand catches her foot. She opens her eyes.

“Careful,” Levi says, thumb rubbing her arch. [Somewhere in canon, suggestive themes. Based on art from ask-secretrivamika.]

to force the moment: Three times it doesn't happen, and one time it does. [AU, feat. Captain Mikasa/Cadet Levi. Also based on art from ask-secretrivamika. I don't have any links handy.]

drink and be merry: In which Mikasa drinks and ruins things and Levi is annoyed. [Canon. Prompt response that I posted before I started putting them all under one heading (see: start a scene or two); rated for drinking.]

explicit

allaying the fever: The concern she feels as his back hits the desk and his neck overextends is very much in the back of her mind. She crawls – slinks – on top of him, settling astride his legs.

“Levi,” she says, and he drags his head up to look her in the eye, “say it.” [Canon, complete and total smut.]

eat you alive: In which there is stretching, showering, and some other things. [Canon, complete and total smut.]

it's just a phase: Levi believes that Mikasa is going through a rebellious phase and doesn't understand why she insists on tormenting him. [AU, friends to lovers, very smut.]

over the lunch hour: “This is a bad idea,” he says. She crosses her arms.

“And yet you’re here.” Levi snorts. He sticks his hands in his pockets and pivots to walk over to her.

“Didn’t you say you were going to put a curse on me if I didn’t show up?” He tips his face up to meet her eyes.

“I didn’t really mean that.”

“Of course not. And I don’t believe any of that shit so I didn’t care.” [High School Caste AU, janitor Levi and goth Mikasa, very smut. Also in Russian by...someone. They didn't tell me they were doing it so I only stumbled across it recently.]

in the cards: Levi gives Mikasa a card for Valentine's Day. [AU, feat. middle school babies being cute/sad in the first two chapters and adult rivamika smut in the third.]

other

a heap of images: Entries for the Rivamika Week - All-Time Favorite Tropes.

fake relationship (AU, gen)

hurt/comfort (Canon divergence, feat. Eren's death and aftermath; written in December 2019, probably between gen and teen+)

enemies to lovers (Medieval romance AU, teen+ for blood and suggestive stuff)

arranged marriage (AU, somewhere between gen and teen+)

coffeeshop au (swearing, so teen+ I guess)

pining (Canon, set around/during 123)

happily ever after: a collection of post-canon fics, sorted chronologically (not in the order they were written).

clean-shaven: In which Mikasa reluctantly shaves Levi's face. [M, suggestive, not really smut.]

looking into the heart of light: An early morning tryst. [E, very smut (recently added to the collection because it fits).]

on a fragmented memory: The stream, she thinks, is louder this morning. [Gen, angst and fluff.]

in a wink: A tired mother, a baby who doesn't want to sleep, her father, and a jerk in a tea shop. [Gen, rivamika with bb.]

like a ray of light: In which Kuchel and Mikasa visit Eren's grave. [Gen, Mikasa with rivamika bb.]

lilocks: Mikasa and Kuchel walk over to the tea shop. [Gen, first thing written for this series before it actually became a series.]

disturbing the dust: In which Kuchel asks about the scars. [Gen, feat. rivamika second bb in the background.]

So yeah. That's that. Takeaways? Why does it feel like I wrote and posted more than I did? Maybe I'm including all of the other stuff that isn't rivamika in my head. I had fun, but I think it is time to move on to other things. I'll always love you, rivamika.

147 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 23:26:40 GMT

#2

120, right after shooting Eren

124, right after shooting at Nile :(

137, protecc from recoil

334 notes • Posted 2021-02-08 18:23:53 GMT

#1

Eren: I don't want Mikasa to move on with another guy!

Mikasa: OK.

Mikasa marries Historia. They raise the baby together. Farmer helps.

The end.

345 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 15:13:02 GMT

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