#(thread) Tyki

[bigbobbiehorror]

DGM Spoiler Talk

I haven't read DGM in years and I couldn't keep up with the plot because the slow pace made me loose the thread constantly, so this week I decided to re-read the whole damn manga and now I think I can comprehend what's been going on in the past 30-20 chapters now since I could read them in one sitting.

About Tyki's true identity:

Call me insane or slow-witted, but

did Mana vore Neah and spit out Tyki?

I literally felt my jaw drop when Neah had this short exchange with Tyki in which he basically said that he'd spit out the food served if he had to eat with Joyd, Tyki's Noah.

These words affected Tyki noticeably for reasons he couldn't understand, and Neah had a particularly nasty glare when he said those words. And just a few chapters before this, we were told explicitly that Mana 'ate' Neah, literally.

So, of course, my logical thought process was: NEAH'S EMPTY CORPSE WAS VORED AND TYKI WAS SPAT OUT.

Which would 100% explain why Wisely identified Tyki as eerily similar to the 14th, Neah.

There's likely a few things I'm missing out, but this revelation literally struck me like a hammer today and I'm in a state of horrid glee upon thinking that one of my faves might be the unholy product of cannibalism.

[agalere]

meaveeshrim

“Do you need to be tucked in?”

“I am not a child, besides there’s no need for one the sun is warm enough.“

[kitty-bandit]

Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairings: Lucky Poker (Allen x Lavi x Tyki); Yulma (Kanda x Alma); Cross x Neah Total Words: 220.5K Tags: Modern AU; High School AU; Delinquent AU

Description: Senior year of high school should’ve been a breeze for Lavi. He’s got amazing grades, amazing friends, and gets to spend his year living with Gramps in his old hometown. What he didn’t count on was catching the eye of a sticky-fingered delinquent who had a penchant for getting into trouble—and dragging Lavi with him.

Chapter 31: Daddy Dearest

“Where have you been?” Bookman asked, anger lacing his tone. “I came back after picking your mother up from the airport and you were gone. You know you weren’t supposed to leave the house and you snuck out anyway!”

His grandfather’s harsh words snapped the last thread of Lavi’s composure. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, arms crossed over his chest as he shivered. Finally, a tear crawled down his face, though he tried to ignore it. “Is Mom awake?”

Bookman’s anger deflated as he saw the look on his grandson’s face. He stood quietly for a long moment, eyes narrowing as he took in Lavi’s condition. “She’s upstairs, but I think she’s still awake. However, you didn’t answer my question. Where were you?”

Wiping at his tear-stained cheek, Lavi cleared his throat, hoping to sound less upset than he was. “I, uh…I went to meet my father.”

Shock plastered over Bookman’s face, but he smothered it as quick as it came. The old man sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Go to the kitchen and put on a pot of fresh coffee. I’ll fetch your mother. It seems we need to talk.”

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[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.

.

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.

[bisexual-bookman]

Ride It, My Pony

Fandom: D.Gray-man

Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Lavi Bookman

Word Count: 3163

Tags: Bottom!Tyki, Dirty Talk, Strangulation Kink, Daddy Kink

Summary: Lavi's certain he's gone to heaven. That's the only reason his gorgeous boyfriend would be asking such a question. "Do you want me to ride you?"

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“Do you want me to ride you?”

Lavi could feel his face heat up at the simple question. His single eye was wide with incredibility as he stared up at Tyki’s grinning face.

“What?” Lavi squeaked out. Tyki laughed softly, leaning forward on his elbows to place a quick kiss to the tip of Lavi’s nose.

“Do you want me to ride you?” Tyki reiterated. He punctuated his words with soft kisses to Lavi’s shoulders. Lavi hardly felt the barely there touch, his mind still struggling to process Tyki’s words.

“Uhm, yeah?” Lavi finally replied, though it was more of a question than an answer. Tyki laughed again, pressing his lips to Lavi’s.

“Why so hesitant, Cutie?” Tyki mumbled against Lavi’s lips.

“I’m just confused as to what brought this on, that’s all.” Lavi responded, pressing back into Tyki’s kiss. He slid his hands up Tyki’s bare back, resting them on his shoulders.

“I was just thinking the other day how I’ve never ridden you before, and wanted to try it.” Tyki shrugged at his simple explanation.

“Really? That’s it?” Lavi asked in disbelief. Tyki nodded. “Uh, well then…in that case, yes, I’d love for you to…uhm…ride me…” Lavi managed to stutter out, his face red with embarrassment. Tyki laughed into Lavi’s neck.

“I find it so cute how you can’t say something as simple as ‘ride me,’ yet you manage to say such dirty things while we’re having sex.”

Lavi could feel his face heat further at those words.

He felt Tyki’s mouth move along his freckled flesh, hot open-mouthed kisses being lazy placed as he went along. His lips skimmed Lavi’s collarbone, a low whine escaping Lavi.

“Hurry up, will you?” Lavi demanded breathlessly. Tyki chuckled.

“Always so impatient.”

One of Tyki’s hands was wandering, trailing over the red head’s side to cup his ass, strong fingers kneading the soft flesh. Lavi bent one of his legs, pressing his thigh into Tyki’s half-hard member. Tyki groaned lightly at the rough tough, hips jerking.

Heading the other man’s words, Tyki’s tongue slipped out, lapping at Lavi’s nipple. He could feel Lavi’s breath hitch, his chest brushing against Tyki’s face.

Tyki brought his hand up, his long fingers playing with Lavi’s other nipple. A moan rumbled in the back of Lavi’s throat, his nails scraping across Tyki’s tanned shoulders. They slipped into Tyki’s curly hair as he dipped lower, tongue lapping at Lavi’s skin, tracing the muscles on the red heads abdomen.

“Do you want to prep me, Cutie?” Tyki asked, breath ghosting across Lavi’s skin. Lavi shivered at the feel of the warm air on the cooling saliva.

“Do I ever.”

Tyki chuckled as he moved to lean over Lavi, his long hair brushing the others face as he watched Lavi with an intense gaze as the red head reached into the nightstand drawer. Lavi fumbled for a few moments, a noise of triumph leaving him when he found what he was looking for. Pulling out a container of lube and a condom wedged between his fingers, he deposited both on top of the nightstand.

Feeling Tyki’s lips moving lazily across the column of his neck, Lavi struggled to open the bottle of lube, the soft kisses and panting breaths in his ear distracting.

“Hmm, Handsome? You know it’s really hard to think when you’re doing that.” Lavi said. Tyki didn’t pay any mind to Lavi’s words, just laughing softly against his skin as he trailed his hands over Lavi’s chest.

Sighing, Lavi regretfully removed his hand from Tyki’s hair, giving up trying to open the bottle with one hand. Bringing it closer to him, he managed to fumble it open with a satisfying click. He nearly squirted it all over himself and Tyki as the older man ground their nude bodies together.

“You keep that up,” Lavi gasped, “and this is going to end up all over us.”

Tyki laughed, but relented, moving away from Lavi. He positioned his knees on either side of Lavi’s hips, his hands that were resting beside Lavi’s head keeping him from crushing Lavi. He watched as Lavi managed to successfully cover his fingers in lube.

“You know I can’t help touching you. Besides, the noises you make are just delightful.”

Tyki just grinned at the half-hearted glare Lavi threw his way, the flaming red of his cheeks ruining the effect. Tyki leaned in for a kiss, something that Lavi happily gave, but not without a nip to Tyki’s lips in retaliation for his earlier words.

Lavi moved his hand down their bodies, skirting around their erections to insert a finger into Tyki’s entrance. Tyki grunted lightly at the intrusion as Lavi slowly moved his finger, spreading the lube around.

“You know you can go a bit faster than that.” Tyki mumbled in between kisses. Lavi made a noise of acknowledgement, inserting another finger.

A louder grunt left Tyki, Lavi’s fingers moving to stretch Tyki rather than just spreading the lube. A third finger was quickly added, a low groan leaving Tyki as he felt Lavi’s fingers move inside him.

Once Lavi was satisfied that Tyki had been prepped enough, and with a quick confirmation from the man himself, he removed his fingers, wiping off the excess lube on a pair of discarded sweatpants. Reaching for the condom that was still on the nightstand, Lavi stilled when Tyki leaned forward and placed a kiss to his forearm.

“I was thinking we could go without that tonight.” Tyki said, looking at Lavi out of the corner of his eye.

“I wanted to see what it feels like for you to come in me, since you’re always so eager for me to do it to you. Thought I’d give it a shot.” Tyki said, a smug smirk on his face. Lavi could feel his cheeks heat at Tyki’s words, but still levelled an even stare at the other man.

“No pun intended?”

“Oh, pun much intended.”

Lavi let out a snort of amusement. He used his other hand to pull at Tyki’s hair, delighting in the sharp inhale from the dark-haired man. Pulling until Tyki’s face was even with his own, Lavi gave Tyki an open-mouthed kiss, greedily drinking in the groans that Tyki let out. Threading both hands into the thick strands, Lavi gave a sharp pull. Tyki growled into the kiss, leaving a sharp bite to Lavi’s lower lip as they parted breathlessly.

“Well, in that case. Tyki, I’ll fill you up to the brim. It’ll be a pretty sight; watching my cum drip down those heavenly thighs of yours.” Lavi said. The words flowed easily, so unlike his earlier embarrassed stuttering.

A dark chuckle left Tyki at Lavi’s heated words.

“There’s my dirty mouthed little rabbit. Such foul words coming from such sweet lips.”

Lavi quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Really? I’m the one with sweet lips, Mr. Smooth-Talker?” Lavi said. He raised a hand to Tyki’s mouth, gently tracing the full lips with his finger.

Opening his mouth, Tyki quickly enveloped Lavi’s finger, relishing in the surprised look that crossed the red heads face. Tyki worked his tongue over the finger as if he had a different part of Lavi’s anatomy in his mouth. Judging from Lavi’s expression, he was thinking something similar. He worked over the finger a few more times before pulling back with a loud pop. He looked Lavi in the eye, delighted in the way Lavi’s gaze was transfixed on his tongue as Tyki dragged it up his finger.

Leaving a kiss on Lavi’s palm, Tyki looked up at Lavi, eyes dark with lust.

“Shall we continue on to the main event?” Tyki said. He caught Lavi’s erection in the cleft of his ass, slowly grinding down. Lavi nodded quickly. Tyki grinned as he wasted no time in positioning himself over Lavi. He took in the other man’s deep blush, the crimson spreading as far down his chest as it could go. He watched Lavi’s intense gaze as he slowly lowered himself.

A low groan left Lavi as Tyki enveloped him, the heat surrounding him making him pant. Tyki was going slow, excruciatingly so, something that Lavi knew was more for the cruel experience of making him loose his mind, rather than Tyki trying not to hurt himself.

The soft pants as Tyki sunk lower wasn’t helping Lavi’s case; his mind nearly shorting out as his dick was fully surrounded by Tyki’s heat as he bottomed out, a low moan coming from the dark-haired man.

Lavi shut his eye as he breathed deeply. He tried to think of something other than the delicious heat surrounding him, or the even more delicious man sitting on top of him.

A small snicker made him open his eye, nearly regretting it when he caught sight of Tyki, his stomach twisting with desire. His long hair was wild, hanging around his face as he looked down at Lavi, a smug look on his face, or as smug as he could look with Lavi’s dick buried deep in his backside. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark and stare burning.

Lavi’s throat tightened, his mouth suddenly dry. There was a wild air about Tyki, almost animalistic. Tyki didn’t get like this too often, but when he did, it usually meant Lavi was ending the night with sore muscles and noise complaints from the neighbours.

Lavi could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breaths coming in uneven pants. His hands shook, almost imperceptibly, as he laid them on Tyki’s hips.

Tyki leaned forward, looking at Lavi through lowered lashes, his lips parted as he captured Lavi’s own in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. Tyki slowly leaned back, his eyes half-lidded as he looked into Lavi’s own green eye.

“Don’t laugh if I end up cumming too quickly.” Lavi said in a rush. Tyki said nothing for a heartbeat before he threw his head back, a loud, breathless laugh leaving him.

“Oh, Lavi,” Tyki crooned, a soft look on his face. He laid his hands on top of Lavi’s own sitting on his waist, long fingers smoothing over the backs of Lavi’s hands.

“I was going to say the same to you.”

Lavi eyebrows shot up, a surprised, yet delighted look crossing his face.

“Oh really?” Lavi hummed. His lips curved into an innocent smile, a mischievous glint in his eye. Tyki’s smile twitched, but stayed in place, suddenly wary of what Lavi might say or do.

“Do you like the feel of me inside me that much? You like the way I fill you up Daddy?”

Tyki’s loving look fell slowly, a heavy breath leaving him. He pinned Lavi with a piercing look, one that usually made Lavi squirm as his stomach flipped presently. This time however, Lavi just looked on in amusement, watching as Tyki swallowed harshly, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“Just for that, I’m going to make you cum quicker than you ever have before.”

“Go for it Daddy. You know I’d love to see you wreck yourself on my dick.”

Tyki placed his hands on Lavi’s chest, using the support to pull himself off Lavi until only the head of his dick was still inside. A cruel smirk crossed Tyki’s face as he slammed back down, hardly giving Lavi time to get his baring’s before he was quickly bouncing on top of him.

Lavi whimpered as he watched Tyki on top of him. Each rough thrust dragging lewd noises from Lavi. his voice grew louder as Tyki’s hands explored his chest; deft fingers playing with his overly sensitive nipples, nails gently raking over his chest and stomach.

“Any louder Lavi and we’ll get complaints.” Tyki gasped out. Lavi’s mind was too preoccupied to reply; trying to think of things other than the gorgeous man on top of him to keep this from ending too soon.

Lavi’s hands clenched around Tyki’s waist, nails digging into Tyki’s tanned skin. He dragged Tyki down to meet his harsh upward thrusts, delighting in the low groans that left Tyki.

Looking down, Tyki was delighted to see Lavi red faced and breathless, his eye half lidded as the pleasure over took him. Tyki grinned, opening his mouth, teasing words on the tip of his tongue until Lavi shifted his hips. A surprised moan left Tyki as Lavi hit his prostate head on. His legs quickly turned to jelly as Lavi continued to hit that spot again and again.

Lavi took great delight in hearing the soft moans now leaving Tyki. The heat in his stomach only growing hotter as he watched Tyki come undone.

“You’re going to look so good when you cum all over yourself, Daddy.”

Tyki’s whole body shook at the breathy tone Lavi had taken on. Paired with the way he practically moaned daddy, and the rapid-fire thrusts on his prostate, Tyki could feel his climax quickly mounting.

He placed his hands on Lavi’s shoulders, thumbs pressing against the base of his throat. Lavi’s hips stuttered, his panting breaths hitching.

“C’mon my little bunny, you can do better than that.” Tyki whispered hotly. His hands shifted, the meat of his palms pressing into Lavi’s throat. Not enough to cut off his air; just enough for Lavi to feel the pressure.

“I don’t call you bunny for nothing, Lavi, I know you can go faster than that. Come on, faster, faster.” Tyki practically growled out. Lavi whimpered at the tone, his gut clenching pleasantly.

Planting his feet flat on the bed, Lavi used the new leverage to pound up into Tyki. The force made Tyki’s grip loosen, one hand shooting out to grab the headboard with a white-knuckled grip.

Lavi’s hands trailed down to Tyki’s ass, grabbing the soft flesh with a near painful grip. Tyki’s second hand joined the first at the rough treatment, the tendons in his forearms straining from his grip.

Lavi could feel his climax mounting, knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer; and, if the beautiful mess of a man panting above him meant anything, Tyki was close too.

“You gonna come for me?” Lavi managed to pant out. He knew what his dirty talk did to Tyki; knew how easy it was to send him over the edge with it. He watched as Tyki leaned his head back, jaw spastically clenching and unclenching as harsh breaths left him, trying in vain to not let Lavi’s words affect him.

“Paint yourself all white for me, Daddy. You’ll look even more pretty than you usually do.”

Lavi watched as Tyki arms started to shake as he struggled to keep himself upright. His death grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping him from collapsing on top of Lavi.

“Cum for me, Daddy.” Lavi said, punctuating his words with a sharp slap to Tyki’s ass.

With a guttural groan, Tyki’s body tensed, spilling his seed all over himself and Lavi.

Lavi wasn’t too far behind. The sight of Tyki’s face in ecstasy, and the way his muscled thighs clenched around Lavi’s waist, it wasn’t much longer before he was emptying himself into Tyki, hips rocking up into the older man as he milked the last of his orgasm.

Tyki slowly unclenched his hands from the headboard, moving them to either side of Lavi as he lifted himself off of Lavi’s spend dick.

Gripping Tyki’s thighs gently, Lavi helped the other man. A hum of appreciation left Lavi as he saw his cum dribble down Tyki’s thighs. A lecherous grin spread over his face.

“Mmm mmm, I was right. I think that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

“I think you like my thighs a little too much.”

“Not my fault you’ve got the best damn back end I’ve ever seen.”

Tyki snickered in amusement, flopping down on top of Lavi. A soft ‘oof’ left Lavi at the sudden added weight of the other man, but he just laughed as Tyki buried his face in the crook of Lavi’s neck, lips leaving soft, lazy kisses along the freckled skin.

Lavi loosely wrapped one arm around Tyki’s waist, the other rubbing up and down his back. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, Lavi almost dozing off when Tyki spoke up.

“I don’t know how you can stand letting me cum inside you. It’s not pleasant at all.” Tyki paused. “Well, after the fact it isn’t.”

“I’ve got a dirty mind to go with my dirty mouth, Daddy.”

Lavi chuckled to himself as a heavy sigh left Tyki, Lavi being able to tell that it was more from exasperation then arousal.

“Why did I ever tell you that?” Tyki groaned, burying his face deeper into Lavi’s neck. Lavi laughed outright at Tyki’s obvious discomfort.

“To be fair, drunk you told me that little tidbit of information.”

“Ah, yes, the ever favourable drunk me.” Tyki drawled, tone heavy with sarcasm.

“Hey, I like drunk you. Especially beer drunk you. Very inelegant.”

A snort left Tyki. He moved to get off Lavi but was stopped as the red heads arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“No, you can’t get up yet. I’m comfy. Five more minutes.”

“Five more minutes and you’ll be asleep.”

“Your point?”

“I still have cum up my ass that I would very much like to wash off.”

Lavi heaved a dramatic sigh, throwing his arms out to either side with a flourish.

“Fine. I guess you can get up.”

“Thank you, so very much.” Tyki said with a roll of his eyes. He moved off Lavi, getting off the bed with a stretch. He looked back at Lavi, chuckling to himself when he saw Lavi pouting.

“You know,” Tyki started, using an arm to prop himself up as he leaned over Lavi. Seeing that he had the other man’s attention, Lavi dialled it up, lone green eye staring at Tyki sadly. Tyki smiled lovingly at the younger man, hand reaching up to thread through the forever messy red strands.

“That’s not fair. You know how weak I am to your cute, pouting face.”

“I know,” Lavi said. He placed his hands on his cheeks, squishing them forward to turn his pout in to a silly expression. “That’s why I’m playing it right now. Since you decided to leave me all alone in this cold, empty bed.”

Tyki laughed at the muffled way Lavi’s words came out.

“How about this?” Tyki said, reaching to tug one of Lavi’s hands off his cheek, placing a quick kiss there instead.

“If you want, you can join me in the shower.”

Lavi perked up at that, shooting the other man an amused look.

“Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking for a second round?”

An innocent look crossed Tyki’s face as he straightened, turning to head to the bathroom.

“I don’t know, you’ll just have to see for yourself, now won’t you?”

Lavi laughed, kicking the blankets off him and quickly getting up, following Tyki to the bathroom.

“Hmm, I just might, Handsome.”

[the14thark-blog]

As it can be a little daunting trying to write with characters from a different fandom where the worlds are completely different, The 14th Ark has been created to try and make a little bit easier.

Eg. Character goes through door that is meant to lead to bedroom, ends up in the D. Grayman verse England and runs into the Adonis that is Tyki Mikk.

This is not a group. Simply a platform.

Based upon the idea of a misguided magician's failed attempt to create a portal system that linked the multi-verse, that system has now run amok, linking random doorways together.

This gives indie writers a springboard to launch from when interacting rather than having to hold back because it seem impossible for the two worlds to meet.

As well as a standard start for anyone involved, it is hoped that we can build a directory of writers who use this system to encourage more people to get involved and allow indie writers to find others as well.

As stated: this is not a group. There are no rules. No applications. No power limits. From any fandom. Any thread length. Doubles are allowed, OC's and Multimuses too. Selective and non-selective, indie friendly etc are also invited.

All that is requested is that you respect each other.

Being part of The 14th Ark doesn't mean you have to exclusively write with other user or use the platform in every thread. Nor does it mean you have to follow and interact with others on the list if you do not want to.

That pretty much sums it up.

[beautifys]

bladed toes wiggle in the dim light of the moon, her legs threaded between two wooden posts of the terrace, dangling. the grass dances beneath the wind and the clouds move slow and soft, giant pillows of white and gray. it is a beautiful evening, quiet and calm and - 

starkly interrupted by the loud rapping of a fist upon the creaky wooden door of her bedroom. always with the knocking, the invitations, the questions. ' for the thousandth time, I do not want to play cards! ' she was terrible at most games the Noah enjoyed, and a sore loser at that. heaving a sigh, she waits for the sound of receding footsteps, but hears none. ' bribing me is out of the question so you might as well just go now! ' @throned​ for tyki !

[dualed]

if y’all would really let me indulge,  i would Love a thread where tyki is :)c captured by the order :)c whether it was voluntarily and whether they actually have any chance at keeping him detained is still up in the air but listen. i jsut , love, strong men in weak or vulnerable positions. 

[agalere]

@avellaturortem​ 

          "Our paths cross too frequently, Two-face.” Delicate curls framed a dark expression as his tall physic slouched along the chair---Yet there was this elegance that surrounded the Noah, dark hues that only focused on the supposed enemy. 

[candy-crackpot]

General Tiedoll said that Kanda has surpassed critical point "a long time ago". Could it be his power had already been on a General's level since the fight in Edo? Since he could defeat that combined akuma giant with one slice (with some help from Marie) when Lavi, Bookman and Krory together couldn't defeat it. And then he went and killed Skinn Bolic

Kanda could have passed the Critical Point long before canon even, but personally I put it to the time he fights Skinn to death. That gigantic Akuma may have been large but Bookman said it wasn’t really levelling up, just the machines combining and Allen once he properly synchronised with Crowned Clown easily took out Thread so I assume Kanda, who had more experience could do the same (and more. I think given that he is a Second and took out Skinn alone when Krory barely came out with a tie and Lavi and Allen were absolutely overwhelmed by Tyki shows that he was the strongest in the bunch that time). 

Why I go with the time when Kanda defeated Skinn is because despite Mugen breaking (but not necesserily getting destroyed) Kanda could pull his sword together and deliver the finishing blow.  

[icharchivist]

(1/x) It could very well be that the Innocence is trying to become human. Krory's Innocence is in his blood and took on his form. They are one inseperable entity. Tsukikami took on Timothy's (older) form. Dark Boots and Mugen entered the bodies of their hosts and fused with some of their blood. Crowned Clown fused with Allen's flesh, covered the wounds he acquired but it maybe didn't take human form because Allen loathes himself, unable to forgive himself for what happened.

(2/x) When he woke up after his second meeting with Tyki he didn't cry for him almost dying, he cried because he survived and didn't know how he could live on without a justification. When Thread came he was begging Bak to let him go to his certain death and he called himself a weapon. He was ready to fight alone, even without a weapon. But Crowned  Clown only returned when he realised he wanted to live, out of obligation to protect humans and Akuma.

(3/x) him wanting to live was good enough that time, it took him far, but when the 14th came up and negative emotions returned Allen hit a plato. Only now he got to the point where he wants to live because he wants to be with loved ones. Crowned Clown changed after Apocryphos touched it and with Allen's desire to live it may evolve to become more human. As for why it sticks to Allen, it could be because Allen grew to love Crowned Clown for giving him the power to protect what is important to him.

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That’s a very good interpretation! :O

I could see it yeah that the innocence wants to be more human - a bit like we’re seeing too that the more the Akuma evolves past the human soul the more humanoid they are like- i could see some sort of things there, of like.. the Dark matter consuming the soul to get a human body, and the innocence “consuming the body” to develop a soul perhaps? The two things could work in a way to compliment each other. (then again the akuma do need a body and the innocence do need the exorcist’s will to weild it - but it seems to be on a lesser extend than the other thing.)

Besides whenever it *wants* to be human or not there could be things to argue that the further it fuzes with the exorcists the more humanity has an impact on them - which makes me think i could definitly see CC having been a parasite type for someone else before and having already developped itself in an exorcist body enough for it to be far more aware how to work with an host in a way say, crystal types don’t (especially since the two crystal types we know had rejected their hosts at some point before fuzing.)

And then we can wonder which one came first, wanting to be human, or the little bit of humanity sneaking in the innocence making them want to be human and else - i think what amazes me with that idea though is that it would change completely the rapport of innocence with “God” for all that matters - because it would seem to stray away from its original purpose to behave as such and if Apocryphos is that purpose at its purest at least CC has shown a drastic different approach to said purpose.

Anyway aside from that I agree with how also the innocence has evolved and it is pretty interesting indeed CC only evolved when Allen was ready to live for  the people he loved instead of just being a human weapon - which shows already that CC has more of Allen’s wellbeing in mind than some innocences we might have seen. And for CC not taking human form for Allen’s sake, i could see that too since the form CC took does echo both the Clown persona (so that Allen directly associate to Mana) and the Earl’s suit (important for Allen’s developpment and unknowingly to Allen, associated to Mana), it was indeed a way to reflect Allen’s core identity and comfort zone rather than having him face a version of himself he might hate. For Allen, this is more comforting than being human in a sense.

And indeed for after Apo... Things are probably going to evolve more now. I think what worries me as of now is also the fact that we have seen Nea being able to at least try to use CC without CC to reject him - despite it seeming distored.I would be more inclined to believe CC’s loyalty for Allen is just /that hard/ that CC allows Nea to use it with bareteeth hoping Allen to come back soon enough, rather than it playing a double role. But who knows what CC wants at this point...

As for what it sticks to Allen, i’d be inclined to agree with you yeah. If CC does indeed get more human i think Allen kinda shows this best of humanity, the thing worth protecting, and he’s probably the only exorcist that extend all his compassion to both human and akuma anyway- it could mean a lot for the innocence and especially one that had been around for a while perhaps. I could see that, definitly.

So yeah i’m inclined to agree with what you say :O Thanks for sharing it there!! That’s fascinating <3

[kitty-bandit]

Can you give me some headcanons for trans!lady Allen? And trans!boy Lavi? Maybe with some Lucky Poker in it (⌒▽⌒)

Absolutely, Anon! （*´▽｀*）

One big trans headcanon I usually have is clothes sharing? Lavi would absolutely give his old clothes to Allen to wear. They would be a bit big for her, but she’s a master with a needle and thread and can fix it up without breaking a sweat. If Allen could, she would give him her old clothes, but, unfortunately, her clothes are much too small for him.

Enter Tyki.

Tyki would absolutely give Lavi a shit ton of clothes. Allen, too. He’d take them both clothes shopping for new stuff instead of those hand-me-downs they’re used to. (But of course, Allen loves the idea of wearing Lavi’s old clothing, and she’s too frugal to toss anything if it could be useful.)

These three together? Unstoppable.

[giduhuigh]

New rules (updated) pls read

Adding all the added on rules here so it’s easier for those who have been here for a while (that way you don’t have to reread rules or anything.)

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Notice Florence is the main muse. Everything is directed to him UNLESS you specify a different muse.

Some muses are more active than others. Those who are active, USUALLY will get faster replies. Those who aren't very active, replies might come more slowly.

I usually stay away from multi threads. (Unless it’s with different muses.)

There will be starter calls for different muses, or I will make a 'wild card' starter call. Meaning, you pick your muse on there. Reply which muse you want, if side blog, tell me what your blog is along with the muse you want.

Please don't ask for a different character on a starter call for one character. (IE, I make a starter call for Florence, and you reply you want Tyki.)

[bellwielder]

A second Chance (verse)

A quick overview to this verse since it’s very headcanon heavy (obviously). Will be under a Read More because it’s a bunch of stuff:

Everything up until the night in Barcelona is exactly like in the main verse. This verse only applies to threads that happen after this incident timelinewise.

In this verse, Tyki Mikk was stopped from killing Daisya, only causing a severe injury to his heart, since he was found early by the Finders. He was immediately brought back to the Black Order headquarters.

Before Miranda went to China to help repair Anitas ship, she was assigned to keep Daisya alive as long as possible. Their only hope was a heart transplant, and since a lot of Finders were injured so severely that many of them would eventually die in their hospital beds they hoped for a donor. They found a compatible young man who suffered from a head injury and he accepted to give his heart to the exorcist since he wouldn’t make it anyway.

After a long and risky surgery, Daisya received a new young heart and could start his recovery.

The attack of the Noah changed him mentally. He is not as lighthearted and carless as before. In a way this incident helped him become more mature, but also left him mentally scarred.

His Innocence, Charity Bell, was broken that night, but the Finders were able to retrieve the remains of it. It was stored by Hevlaska until the scientists could find a way to repair it.

Daisya, unable to stand doing nothing all the time, started picking up his training again, toughening up his body, haunted by the thought that he might have to leave the Black Order and leave all of the friends he made behind.

One night, he asks Hevlaska to hand him the remains of his Innocence and leaves the order to find a quiet place to think in peace. He heard that Allen Walker was able to form his Innocence anew and since this might be his last chance he wants to give it a try.

He trains for months, attaching several small bells on his body so that he could tell when his movements were too rapid and uncontrolled. It helps him achieve a whole other level of control over his movement. He can’t let another foe get close enough to him to hurt him like this ever again.

One day, it just clicks. His Innocence forms anew and attaches itself to the bells on his wrists, ankles and hip. A new form of the Charity Bell is born.

His new Innocence has the power to form into projectiles that he can kick at his foes, the ability to shield himself and allies from incoming attacks, can stun enemies with powerful soundwaves and can even imprison them and hold them in place if used correctly.

His art of fighting has also changed. It is now a mix of his old style and Capoeira, a mix of martial art and dance.

Soon after this happens, Daisya returns to the Order as a newly born Exorcist, ready to tackle on his next mission.

His appearance also changed. He grew his hair out and wears it in a messy ponytail most of the time. Also he managed to grow a neatly trimmed beard on his chin. His new uniform also compliments his new fighting style, his cloak is shorter and only covers his shoulders, his clothing is more tight-fitting than before and he has attachments for his new Innocence on his belt. He still likes to do his eyeliner the same way though.

This is his updated design.

[bisexual-bookman]

A Chance Encounter

Fandom: D.Gray man

Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Allen Walker

Word Count: 834

[Read on AO3]

This is my Poker Pair mini secret Santa gift for @chrisemrysfics​! Hope you enjoy! :) Thank you @pokerpairweek​ for hosting!

Allen sat on a large rock next to a pond as he stared into the still water. The over bearing stature of the Campbell mansion was on the horizon, the tall stalks of wheat not quite able to hide it from Allen’s view. He studiously avoided looking in the direction of the mansion, choosing instead to stare out over the pond. A perfect replica of the moon glittered back at him from the pond’s surface, not that he was really seeing it. His eyes were glazed over, his mind somewhere else.

He almost didn’t hear the near silent foot steps as they approached behind him. A large, warm hand gently landed on top of his head, startling Allen. His body reacted on instinct before his mind caught up.

He gripped the wrist, pulling the large body forward, ready to shove his shoulder into the persons gut and throw them. Before he could though, the hand was quickly pulled from his grasp, the persons knees knocking painfully into Allen’s back as that someone nearly collapsed on top of him, as they fought to keep their balance.

“Whoa!”

At the sound of the deep voice, and the familiar smell of cologne Allen quickly turned around, nearly knocking heads with Tyki.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah, nice to see you too, Boy,” Tyki mumbled, straightening. “I have to admit, that wasn’t quiet the hello I was expecting.” There was no malice in Tyki’s tone, just a light amusement that sent Allen’s cheeks alight in embarrassment. He scratched his cheek as he avoided Tyki’s gaze.

“Sorry, you just...startled me is all.” Allen said. He turned his gaze back to the water, not saying anything as Tyki sat down beside him.

“You startled? That doesn’t seem very likely.” Tyki’s said, surprised. The sound of a lighter trying to catch followed Tyki’s words, the smell of smoke soon wafting past Allen’s nose.

“It happens,” Allen said defensively, throwing Tyki a half-hearted glare. A light chuckle left Tyki.

“It’s just- “Allen sighed, “I have a lot on my mind right now.”

Tyki raised an eyebrow, glancing at Allen out of the corner of his eye. Allen had brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms loosely around them. He wasn’t meeting Tyki’s gaze, continuing to stare out across the water, a sullen look on his face.

“Whatever it is, it must be pretty big to have you let your guard down like that.”

Allen nodded, silent.

“I learned something...something big, and I- I just wasn’t expecting it.” Allen mumbled quietly. He sighed heavily, curling in closer to himself. Tyki waited, seeing if Allen would elaborate. After a few moments of continued silence, Tyki realized that Allen wasn`t going to say anything more about it. Accepting the young man`s silent request to drop the subject, Tyki let the two delve into an easy silence. The only sound that passed between them was the soft exhalations of smoke from Tyki.

“Your hair’s gotten longer.” Tyki said, tone nonchalant. Allen snorted, casting an amused glance at Tyki.

“I haven’t been able to cut it much while on the run.” Allen said, running a hand along his hair absentmindedly. He silently thanked Tyki for not pushing him to explain himself, grateful for the change in topic.

Allen started when he felt long fingers thread through his bangs. His shoulders quickly relaxing when he realized it was just Tyki tucking his hair behind his ear.

“I think you should leave it the way it is.”

“Really?” Allen said, tone full of genuine surprise. He hadn’t expected Tyki to have much of an opinion on his hair, or how to keep it. He could feel Tyki’s knuckles brush against his skin as the other man tugged lightly on Allen`s hair. Tyki nodded, smiling around the cigarette in his mouth.

Tyki moved his hand away, Allen having to bite his tongue to avoid voicing the protest that flowed to his lips. Tyki moved his hand down, tugging at the band that kept Allen`s hair in place, carelessly dropping it to the ground.

He weaved his fingers through Allen’s long hair, the soft strands falling past Allen’s shoulders. Tyki’s fingers brushed along the sensitive skin of Allen’s nape, eliciting a shiver from the younger man. As Tyki continued to work his hand through Allen’s hair, Allen felt himself slowly relax. The comforting gesture made his racing thoughts come to a stand-still; the bundle of nerves in his stomach unraveling and a pleasant, fluttery feeling replacing it. His shoulders relaxed and he slumped forward slightly. His eyes slipped closed as he leaned into Tyki’s hand.

“Tyki?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” Allen said with a small, grateful smile. Tyki’s hand dropped to Allen`s shoulder, gently pulling the younger man closer to him. Allen, understanding the wordless request, shifted closer to Tyki, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. Tyki leaned his head against Allen’s, his hand coming back up to continue to play with Allen’s hair.

“You’re welcome, Boy.”

[sozotohakai]

screeches happily toward @thenoahfamily and with big thanks to @superbadlydrawnallenwalker / @piamio !!

So Allen and Tyki’s wedding in Partners in Crime verse has been decided to be set exactly one year after they met again (after Allen’s escape from the Order), which mean in their canon they will marry on the 29th of July. Obviously their canon is not following real life dates (or not anymore, we managed to do that for a few months at first), but don’t worry, you will know when we will thread their wedding (and I’m thinking of an event like, just non-canon interaction that disregard context and verses, I would use a special tag).

And so, there came the question of what Allen would wear. Allen has considered a dress, since I do headcanon his gender expression is more neutral, however he is not comfortable doing this in such public and personal event-its for Tyki’s eyes only that part of his expression.

On the other end, as you might realize, he has chosen a skirt! He cannot explain it, but it’s more comfortable for him that a full blown dress. You will notice the little hint that Crown is there, and that he has styled his hairs to match how Tyki’s hairs were when he had them long. Also: he totally got a potion/spell for his hairs to grow long, just so Tyki would have zero idea Allen would have long hairs.

Rest in pieces Tyki, for Allen’s long hairs are his ultimate weakness. Maybe it’s a mercy Allen isn’t wearing a dress too.

Thank you very much for your great work, you should all check their commissions and I’m definitely tipping because it’s worth it~!

Also kudos to Allen’s maturity you captured, since mine is I believe physically 20 by now!