Jay-jay

This shit right? From Hroptatyr The Wise, one of the Five Sinners.

This accessory is vaguely similar to that- the top point, longer bottom, red and gold coloring, the surrounding points.

Add onto that-

*gets thrown back to the asylum*

Hi Anon,

I have not seen the trailer yet because of time zones and being a corporate slave, but I did watch the three seconds of his screentime and cranked this out on my lunch break. Don’t let anyone tell you that writers don’t work fast while hard.

This isn’t even smut because it feels like it would be a genuine disservice to his character for him to let us hit that fast. He's hotter with his clothes on and I'm a dog begging for a peek of ankle.

"How long must you do this?"

You barely have the consciousness to string together the necessary cells and electric signals to reply, only letting out a low hum of acknowledgement before you dip back under. Noy, to his credit, doesn't seem to be that bothered by your low-effort response, though with you putting all your brain power into nibbling and biting at the mark on his neck, he supposes he can brush it aside. Your little canines aren't sharp enough to truly pierce his skin and bite down onto his throat, hooking on like a little bat, but you seem to be enjoying yourself, laving your tongue across the mark over and over. But it is getting a bit uncomfortable with most of his uniform still on, the bends of his collar slowly getting wet from your salvia. He lets out a resigned sigh and gives your thigh one firm pat and you begrudgingly lean back from where you're perched over his lap.

"That was barely two minutes," you grumpily huff, using the back of your hand to clean your mouth, "I didn't even bite through like last time!"

Right. Last time you did get too overzealous and bit down too hard, little beads of what should have been blood licking the back of your tongue before Noy had grabbed you by the back of your neck and yanked you off. He had the slightest downturn in his brows and you've never felt so scared and ashamed than if the Tsaritsa herself had squished you under her shoe and scrapped you off into another nation. It took a lot of effort to wiggle your way back into some neutral standing again.

"You're getting confident," Noy pinches your cheeks together, holding your chin hostage to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. You can nearly hear your bones scrapping against each other just from his strength alone before he lets go. You'll most likely have bruises from where his fingers were and you'll stare lovingly into the mirror as they eventually fade. He shakes his wrist once, before shooing you off, returning his attention back to his papers, "Leave."

In the back of your mind, you weigh whether you should actually listen this time. The devil on your shoulder smirking and cheering that he didn't fulfill his promise so therefore, you're in your rights to stay. You earned your reward didn't you? It's only right! The dubious angel sitting on the other side is batting against your cheek, just a few inches from those stinging bruises asking if you truly wish to see your neck snap this time.

Unluckily, Noy makes the decision for you. He gives you one side glance, not particularly annoyed or pleased, just a brief bit of eye contact. It's enough to send straight chills down your spine that you nearly fall and face plant onto the ground. Stumbling onto your feet, you rush out the door as fast as you can with your tail between your legs.

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cw: nsfw 18+ content, vampire noy, cunnilingus, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED ON READER, afab! reader, part two maybe idk

vampire! noy who likes to keep you as close as possible, especially in private. to feel your warm skin on his lips while he peppers them all over you, it's adorable really. he's often asked by his comrades 'why?' and he simply shrugs.

what can he say? he loves his partner.

so is it so much of a surprise when he finds that foreplay with you is his favorite?

there’s just something about making love with his dear snowdrop at the pinnacle of the moon shining bright above; this is usually when you both would make love anyway. full moons were his favorite,

his fingers remain as shivering as ever when he drags them up and down your body

he continues to lead his hands down to where the heat has clearly grown fond—your lower stomach, noy’s sly, devilish smirk only made you want him more. he keeps his mouth working on your collarbone, leaving small love bites that left you wanting more all over your nape.

“you are just breathtaking, right now, my love.”

you swear just his voice would already be enough to sweep you off your feet, yet he decides to do more—he always does. the cold temperament of his lips sinks down over your chest, making you suddenly jolt,

the sensation of his tongue swirling around one bud as his hand would fondle the other, switching it around just to dip those messy kisses down your stomach; leaving his mouth near your dripping wet cunt.

you swear you could feel him scoff as he gave small kitten licks to tease. feeling his hot breath on your slit was more than enough to get you prepped… and yet he still wants more.

better safe than sorry, right?

now gently diving his face into your folds, his hands stay firm on the sides of your soft thighs, his thumbs rub small circles into your skin when you could feel him hold back the eagerness to devour you.

his resistance stood strong, he loved you too much—he didn’t want to ruin it by indulging only to his desires (even if you tell him it’s fine beforehand). watching you jump at the smallest little gestures only made him huff out a breath again,

had no human ever tried to actually please you? unfortunate.

even just the faintest warm scoffs he’d send to your inner thighs had you squirming—adorable. all your reactions were.

and it felt as though the moon only shone even brighter, highlighting the gorgeous figure before him, noy couldn’t believe that this was all for him.

maybe it was about time celestial took pity on him and sent an angel.

so when his tongue finally dips between your lips, it makes you let out an obscene moan of his name, your hand flying to his head of hair, “a— ahh! noyy…”

he lets out a hum, only one quiet one that meant he recognized what you said. gradually he moves his tongue up and down your aching clit, making you clench around nothing,

mouth clearly full of you, he continues to gladly lap at your sweet juices, you could feel his nose brush up against your cunt every now and then,

but something you had never heard of (apparently) was… well…

“n-nghhh, n- noy! haah, wait m’mot r-ready f’that…!” your voice is lost on your tongue when it lolls out your mouth, your back now in a mean arch when he inserts a finger to your entrance below.

“mmn? y’can handle whatever i give you, okay?”

his words faded when his buried his nose into your pussy again, his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you,

the sensation that washed over you from all the new stimulation had your legs trembling in his hold, you swear you were starting to ascend, and the only thing that kept you down on earth were the small shapes he’d draw into your thighs.

the inhumane vampiric strength in noy's arms was unreal, because no matter how much you would writhe or fidget, he'd make your lower half would stay within at the very least his tongue's reach.

it wouldn't be so out-of-character that he'd want to keep eating you out, even if he called this... 'preparing you', even if it would go over for more than just one hour.

noy is addicted.

but he doesn't want to admit that.

he doesn't to ever admit he's enjoying something meant for you, so when it came to making you come, loud, and lewd slurping of your juices would quietly leave the window he would deliberately leave open;

having you pressed up against the nearest surface as soon as he finishes your entrance, it felt pretty in-character for your lover. your back rests upon the soft comfort of the bed while your legs are sprawled out, his hips between the plush of your thighs,

noy's rock-hard cock was already leaking, a red angry tip rubbing up against the wetness of your slit, the lewd sounds that left your mouth that matched the dirtiness of what happened below, noy was curious badly turned on you were from just friction.

wondering how you'd react if he would grind his shaft inside your gummy walls.

biting his lip at the thought, he reels his head back momentarily before keeping his eyes on you.

Fluff!

☾ He’ll brush his fangs against your neck just enough to make you shiver. He enjoys seeing your reaction more than anything

☾ Before feeding, he’ll cradle your face in one hand “May I?” He never bites without your consent, His bite is gentle, One hand rests on the small of your back Afterward he presses soft kisses over the tiny puncture marks which makes you hiss in surprise

☾ He stands between you and anyone he doesn’t trust. To him your safety is his top priority

☾ His eyes often glow brighter when emotions run high. You notice the crimson flicker between kisses and he looks away for a moment to regain his usual self-control before returning to you

☾ goes crazy for neck kisses

☾ He only has eyes for you. Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are as soft and adoring as a puppy’s

☾ he loves feeling your warmth since his body is always cold. During cuddle sessions, he loves holding you in his arms and savoring the warmth