Kazan Yamaoka X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Hello! It has come to my attention that you are currently looking for inspiration, so I thought I'd lend you a hand! First of all, if this does not peak your interest, please don't feel pressured to take my suggestion! Alright, so, emotional support/fluff, hm... What about killers being tenderly taken care of after a survivor managed to hurt them? I'm not sure if this is the kind of concept you are looking for, so please excuse me if it isn't! Have a lovely day! 💗

A reader helping killers' who were hurt- emotionally and/or physically.

For the very sweet, lovely @lovesick-on-the-loose

Thank you so much, lovesick, for being so kind and patient. You're a very wonderful person and I've enjoyed the conversations we've had together. I apologize that the drabble is late, but I really hope that you like it 💐❤️ Much love to you, my dear!

Also.... This is my first time writing Kazan, so I probably did an iffy job. Nonetheless I'm glad I got the chance to portray his character more.

Warnings: Non-graphic violence. Character injury. Blood and injury. Fat shaming.

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Max (injury)

Max was in a rough chase with Ada who kept hitting him with pallet after pallet until one point it finally managed to break the skin on his head. And it was painful. So painful that he dropped his hammer and chainsaw and began limping around blindly while clutching his head.

He growled and groaned in pain. His heart was racing and it felt like his skull was broken. Blood oozed down his face and into his eyes. What did he do? How was he supposed to fight like this? Aw, he just wanted the pain to stop.

"Max."

Max jolted and spun around anxiously. Who was that? Someone else who wanted to hurt him?

"Max, it's me, (y/n), a-are you okay?" It was you.

Max relaxed a bit and stilled his movements. Personally, you were his favorite person here. You were just so pretty and kind and caring. And he kind of... 'liked'... you........

"Oh, that looks bad. Here, I have a medical kit. Would it... Is it okay if I help you real quick?" You asked, stopping nearby.

Him getting help from you? Was this a dream come true? Max hesitated, but eventually he nodded and got down to his knees. He heard you approaching, his eyes squinting with the intense desire to properly see you.

"Here," You say, your gentle hands cupping his chin and tilting his head up, "Hold still, ok?"

Max uttered small, patient growls while enjoying the feeling of you softly cleaning away the blood. You were so gentle and kind. Oh, how he wished he could speak.

"I'm gonna bandage this, but it might sting a bit, ok?" You say, patting his shoulder.

Nodding, Max tensed and groaned whenever you poured cool liquid over his head, but once it settled a bit, he was surprised to notice the painful wound go numb. "I'm sorry this happened. I know Ada can be a pain to deal with," He heard you speak while wrapping up his head.

"But you did a good job," You hum, and it caused his chest to flutter. "And you're so strong. I love how you never give up."

Stop it. You're making his heart go crazy. Max's crooked mouth curved in a smile, and he growled bashfully at your praise. It might sound silly, but he really wanted to hug you right now.

Once you were done bandaging his head, you sat back and smiled, "There. Is that better?"

Brushing a hand over his tingly, bandaged head, Max nodded and looked at you, his cheeks turning red at your beautiful, kind, amazing face. Gosh, you were so incredible. He was grateful to even walk on the same ground as you.

Wincing, Max clenched his eyes shut and forced out, "Thhh... Thank... You."

"You're welcome, Max," You grin, leaning in to place your hand over one of his, "This trial is pretty much over, but I'll stay behind so you don't get punished. Does that sound good?"

What? You would do that for him? And the way you were holding his hand- it just- ahhh! What was happening right now?

"Wh-what's wrong?" You laugh softly, obviously catching onto his adorable panic.

Max tilted his head away. What's wrong is that he really liked you, and you were really nice, and you just helped him, and you were holding his hand, and it felt like his face was about to burn off. He growled a bit, closing his eyes when he slowly turned his hand over beneath yours, your fingers lightly intersecting.

"Max?" You squeeze his fingers back.

Max turned and looked at you, and his heart rocketed into his throat at what you said next.

Herman (emotional)

He was sitting at the isolated killer campfire by himself, his knees drawn and body slumped forward as he stared with blank eyes at the infinite fire. Around a week ago he had been rejected by someone who he was really attracted to, and that pain was still heavy inside him, endlessly weighing him down.

And, to add more salt to the wound, people both killer and survivor alike had been making fun of him and all for different reasons. He felt like a fraud, an outcast, a failure and a hated imbecile. And lonely. So very, very lonely. Unliked. Unwanted.

There was the distinct sound of tasseled tree branches in the distance, but Herman didn't care to register it. Was probably just some other jerk come to rub his own humiliation in his face again.

"Herman?" He heard a voice. 'Your' voice. "E-excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, I just... I just came to see if you were okay?"

Herman turned his head and spotted your shy figure standing just on the other side of the fire. While he didn't know you personally, he knew that the brief moments you did share together in the past had been decent. But that didn't answer why you were here. He nodded.

You approached slowly, your steps light and hesitant, "Aren't you lonely out here all by yourself?"

Yes. Herman shook his head and sighed, idly watching you from the corner of his eye.

"Is it okay... Can I sit with you?"

He nodded. You sat down about five feet away from him, mindlessly grabbing a nearby stick and probing it around at the ground, "It sucks- being rejected. Makes you... Makes you wonder what you're doing wrong."

Herman's eyes widened and he looked over at you. You were looking at the ground, casually tapping at it with the stick. You had been rejected too?

"And it's crazy because-pfft! Who would wanna reject you? You're smart, kind... Handsome..." You bashfully admit, turning your head away.

Interest fully caught, Herman straightened his posture and turned towards you a bit, "(y/n)?"

"I'm just saying-" You say somewhat passionately, albeit embarrassed, "They're stupid for rejecting you..."

Herman's gaze drifted off a bit, "Or perhaps I merely hone no attraction."

"Uh," You scoffed, glaring at him, "Yes you do. Why would you say that? You're very attractive, and kind, and you have the most beautiful smile, and you're such a gentleman- I-I seriously don't know why anyone would want to turn you down. You deserve so much more than that."

"Hm," Herman smiled a bit and scooted closer to you, his tone pleasant and smooth as he mumbled, "Yes... Yes, I suppose I do deserve better, don't I?"

When you turned your head back and saw how close he had gotten, you blushed and stammered, "O-oh, I-I... I?"

"Tell me, (y/n)... Is it true? Do you really think that highly of me?" Herman asked, staring hopefully into your eyes.

You stare back, a bit flustered, but honest, "Yes."

"Well then," Herman stretched his hand out towards you, murmuring, "I guess I just need to set higher standards then, hm?"

Kazan (injury)

Kazan is not used to the foreign, futuristic buildings that he is forced to do trials in. And not frequently does he have the proper attire to venture through these realms- like right now he was trying to navigate his way through some freezing, concrete building filled with flashing lights, walls, creepy bathrooms and more walls.

There was also a lot of clutter in the institute, and along that clutter there lie stray broken glass. Glass that he stepped and 'slipped' on thus creating multiple, long cuts in the bottom of his bare feet.

Kazan roared in anger and pain, immediately dropping his katana and falling down onto his bottom. He growled, pawing at his rapidly bleeding foot. There was a piece of sharp glass lodged inside it. He touched it and roared yet again in excruciation. Curse this hell.

If the Entity was a belly, he would slice it.

Kazan attempted many times to remove the glass, and when that failed he tried resuming the trial, and then when that failed he sat back down and huffed and groaned loudly in a mixture of pain, fury, and annoyance.

"Hello?"

Kazan huffed and turned his head straight in your direction, startling whoever it was that dared tread close to him. His eyes dilated, though, whenever he saw that it was 'you'. (y/n). You were standing nearby with your hands lifted in the air- a red medical kit held in the right one.

"I-I saw that you were hurt," You say softly, gesturing to his foot, "I can help."

What? He didn't understand you. The language you spoke was foreign to him, didn't you know? Kazan huffed gruffly, clenching his hand around his katana. The only reason he didn't cut you where you stood now was because he liked you. You were the only survivor who he respected in this gruesome purgatory.

Instead of running away like he expected you to, Kazan watched suspiciously as you pointed from your med-kit down to your own foot, back to the med-kit and then to him. Hm? He knew that those red, square things were filled with equipment survivors used to heal themselves with. Were you implying that... You could heal him too?

"I can help you."

Well, there wasn't anything about your tone that suggested malice, and your expression seemed empathetic enough. Perhaps he could stand to accept your aid. Kazan huffed and spoke in his own language, relaxing his body and lifting out his foot.

He thoroughly observed you as you slowly approached him and kneeled down in front of his injured limb. So far you seemed trustworthy. You shuffled through that red container and pulled out a pair of pliers.

Kazan wasn't completely ignorant. He knew what was coming. This wasn't the first time something sharp needed to be pulled out of his body. So he sat up a bit and braced himself as much as he could, stifling a great roar whenever you swiftly pulled the glass out.

Your care after that was immediate. As you quickly dowsed his foot with numbing liquid and then wrapped it with gauze, Kazan listened to your soft yet foreign mumblings. Somehow it was reassuring to him, and you were so precise and gentle.

Kazan decided that he really did like you.

Once you were done, Kazan sat up straight and began to thank you in his own language. He even did a little bow to further express his gratitude.

When you bowed back, he blushed a bit and gazed down at his bandaged foot. You not only helped him but you showed him great kindness and respect. He said that he wanted to get to know you better.

You squinted your eyes at him, looking confused, "What?"

Kazan did the only thing he knew of that could work. He grabbed his katana, ripped off one of the decorative sakura on the handle, and lifted it out towards you. Take this as a clarification of his gratitude and maybe even, one of these days, his love.

Jeffrey (emotional)

He was sitting outside of his caravan on a chair all by himself, simply enjoying the peace after-trials brought. It had been a rough day- one that was filled with hate, degradation, embarrassment and loneliness. Jeffrey knew that he wasn't the best looker out there. He had let himself go a long time ago and he was far from being healthy.

But man, did people really hate him.

A lot of the survivors were friends with the killers, but no one was friends with him. Jeffrey was positive that the reason behind that was due to his appearance- hell, the survivors and even some of the other killers reminded him of how disgusting he was every day.

That's why, when Jeffrey saw you timidly approaching him from the opposite side of the dead circus, he rose an eyebrow of curiosity and defense. Judging by your posture, you didn't look like you were here with ill intentions. In fact you seemed kind of nervous and... shy.

Jeffrey eyed you heavily up until you came to a stop just a few meters away. "Hi?" You bashfully said, your adorable fingers lifting in a small wave.

"An' what the hell do you want?" He asked, prepared for the worst.

"I um... I just wanted to come by and say that... I saw how the other survivors were treating you last trial, and I... I wanted to come see you and say that... That I..." You cleared your throat, pressed your hand against your mouth and looked away, your cheeks a vivid red, "I don't think you're ugly at all. And... I hate the way they treat you. It's not right."

Jeffrey could only sit still in silence for a moment, utterly shocked. Well, of all the things you could have said, he definitely didn't expect to hear that. "Heh," He smirked, spreading his legs a bit and leaning forward with interest, "An' what made ya come all the way down here just to tell me that, sweetheart?"

"I..." You stammered, your blush more than obvious, "I-I felt bad for how they were treating you, and I... I was worried that you- you know... Might be feeling bad too..."

"Well, ain't you sweet?" Jeffrey grinned and beckoned you closer with a finger, "Commere."

You complied hesitantly, coming to a stop just a few feet away from him. Jeffrey eyed you up and down, pleased with what he saw, "Tell me: if ya don't think I'm ugly, then what am I to ya?"

Your fingers nervously rubbed together in front of your belly. Your cheeks were dark and your gaze averted. "I- you... I think that you're... Handsome." And then you covered your face with your hands.

And oh did Jeffrey love that. Someone thought he was handsome- and not just any someone. 'You'. One of the greatest survivors in this junky place. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, can ya repeat that?" He teased, lifting a hand behind his ear.

You made a face that caused him to laugh in amusement. "Aw, come on, ya gotta know I ain't got good ears," He grinned.

You shuffled and gazed around, unable to look at him as you sputtered, "I said... I think you're handsome."

"What was that? Sorry, one more time."

"Mm..." You blushed furiously, covering your face, "Seriously?"

Jeffrey leaned back and chuckled, "Ain't you just the dammed most adorable thing I ever did see... Much better than all them other hustlers. Prettier too."

"Is... Is it okay if I sit with you for a while? Please?" You ask.

Jeffrey hummed and closed his legs together, patting his thighs as he said, "Yeah, yeah, here. Sit right here. Take a load off from all them darn nice things yuv been sayin' to me."

Whether you sat on his lap or not was entirely up to you. Either way, Jeffrey loved having you around. And for the first time in a long time... He felt like he was finally accepted.

Dead By Daylight request! Survivors or Slashers reacting to a female!newbie/survivor having a way with animals. Some suggestions: Trapper, Myers, Oni, Ash, Bill, + whoever else you'd like. I hope this isn't too much!

Slashers & Survivors Reacting To An Animal Whisperer Reader.

Content Tag(s): Fluff

Paring(s): The Trapper/Evan MacMillan || The Shape/Michael Myers || The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka || Ash(ley) J. Williams || William “Bill” Overbeck || + Jake Park (x GN!Reader, Separately)

A/N: Not a big fan of this piece but it's all :,) ignore my spelling errors. 

SLASHERS

The Trapper | Evan MacMillan 

Evan has a cute connection with nature already. He knew a couple of the survivors could find a way around it too, but he never had one like you.

You were the new survivor that Frank had mentioned during a recent trial. He didn't think much of it, as he thought he’d only see you through a trial.

Well he was wrong.

He actually found you setting off all his traps in his realm. When you two stood, staring at each other for a couple of minutes. He noted the small little animals on your head and shoulders. The birds looking as if they were making a nest in your hair.

When you tried to make a run for it, he snatched you by the back of your shirt. Causing the animals to scatter as you tried your best to slip away. Evan wasn’t gonna allow you though. You messed with his traps, in his realm… and you were dirty.

…He forced you to bathe when he brought you to his home. Gave you some clothes he found and that was it. Did tell you not to mess with his stuff and— simple…

He may or may not have made a little hangout area for you and your animal friends beside his home though…Totally didn’t make little door entrances either for any wolves or Cubs.

He totally did.

As the animals seek for him and cuddle when your out on trial. A heap of warm fur always welcoming him.

You as well when you return.

He actually had grown a big crush on you after a week or so. So he gets flustered whenever you join the cuddle pile but doesn’t dare move… if the entity takes him out of a trial during a session he’ll definitely make it quick and show no mercy to return as quickly as possible.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Honestly? He's never been so confused in his life. He doesn't- have any specific relationship with animals of any type. He prefers to stay away from them half of the time. Even the crows get on his nerves.

So imagine him when he heard a unfamiliar voice. Going to check it out because he can. Then the pure- just- confusion his body held when he saw you. A new survivor just cuddled up with a wolf.

He didn't even know they were around these areas.

Why the hell was that thing even letting you near it? Regardless use it as a bed?!

Myers could only watch from behind a tree. He knew that thing wouldn't let him nearer so he kept his distance... He was growing curious though. The way you- sunk into the fur. Was it really that comfortable?

As time passed he eventually figured out you had some sort of ability with animals. It didn't seem like you could command them to attack (they do it themselves) but just had a companionship with them.

When he was finally caught by you. He was ready to walk away as he physically cannot do anything to you without severe consequences. (He wanted to kill you because he didn't like you catching him actually being curious btw)

He didn't expect you to call out to him. He thought you were dumb too for even approaching him with a little squirrel on the top of your head.

Over time he- didn't care(?). He finds it annoying that the crows go quiet during trials with you though. Even when it's other survivors if you're in the trial they don't dare to move unless he's on his way. That being said he’ll highly tunnel you and get you sacrificed as quickly as possible. (Both because he's grown to have a soft spot for you and doesn't want to be inconvenienced. Especially in specific trials when the survivors decide to go play with the crows more than survive.)

Makes it up with a hug you ask nicely.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

So envious of you.

He's a calm spirit at times (odd to say with his special abilities but trust me.)

So when he encounters you in his realm for the first time. He was ready to escort you out. Until he noticed you were meditating. A variant of these magnificent birds relaxing on your limbs and perched on stacked pebbles. One's which he could safely believe you managed to tower.

It was a nice to see.

Kazan wouldn't dare disturb you either, going off to do his daily duties as normal. He would try to sneak up a bit sometimes though, (will crawl if he really needed to) just to study you. The birds did get off his location after he staggered a bit too close; causing them to scream at him and for him to collapse face first. His heavy armor clattering with the fall.

The two of you stayed still for a couple of minutes before you carefully approached him. He is much larger than you so even your lending hand wouldn't help. But he accepted the act without much hesitation or rudeness.

From there, he got to ask you questions. There was a language barrier between the two of you at first. So he wrote his questions down instead where you would get help from the other survivors to translate then answer.

Is honestly super excited when you cover him in critters. Gets all jittery and makes small noises. One's which you could only describe as a purr(?)

Will constantly try to catch small frogs or animals around his realm to ask you about them. Then shares the facts with Spirit.

SURVIVORS

Ash(ley) J. Williams

Confused and impressed.

Doesn't really know what to think about it other then, oh neat. That's really cool.

If your are able to show him a wolf or a bear up close then that's when he gets pretty enthusiastic. Will joke about wanting to wrestle the animals— but isn't actually joking because you catch him doing such things minutes later.

Man's isn't scared to be mauled.

That you respected a bit. But that was also just a death wish in your mind.

The animals seemed to enjoy it though, so you couldn't stop him half of the time and ruin all the fun.

Ash is the guy to force anyone into a literal dog pile if possible. So expect being crushed or at least thrown on top of one from time to time.

Bill 'William' Overbeck

He thought he managed to get a special cigarette when he saw a stranger rubbing the belly of a damn bear.

When he knew he wasn't high he just believed he finally turned crazy. As you, the newbie was just petting the belly of a grizzly and the cubs were just casually clinging to your limbs.

Bill wouldn't say anything for a good time.

It wasn't his business unless it became his business.

He is a dog type of man, so if you bring a bunch of little wolf cubs he’d probably melt. He wouldn't mind falling asleep against a tree with th cubs in arms either.

You can catch him baby talking the canines too.

Will help you and the parents raise them. Both of you generally becoming grandparents to the wolves.

Jake Park

Forest man is severely jealous.

He was known to be able to at least hold a calm exterior with the crows of the realm. Which he was enjoying having. As no one else was able to do it.

Until you came along and birds, foxes, and even bigger mammals started coming around to visit you at camp.

Everyone has their own opinions on your ability but are always in awe of it.

Whenever someone would compliment you, Jake would roll his eyes and scoff. Simply stomping away like a baby. You couldn't blame him though. He was here first- and had a way with the birds before you did.

After a couple of hard weeks, he noticed you stopped bringing the animals back to camp. Only going out to them instead... He was told by Kate that you felt bad for making him feel ‘normal.’

Which made him feel bad.

He did his best to show you he wasn't mad or frustrated with you. Simply just jealous he didn't have a spirit like your own.

...Would eventually ask you to teach him your ways or at least about your fuzzy friends.

Managed to befriend a squirrel with your help and name him Sasquatch.

can I request a headcanon on Trapper and Oni wanting to continue their bloodline and that’s where they find you 👀

warning: dubcon, breeding fetish, mentions of pregnancy, sub!reader.

The Trapper (Evan McMillian)

You clawed at the old mattress in the basement as Evan continued to pound away at your pussy, fuck no matter how many times you told him to stop he wouldn’t listen. Your cunt felt sore and overstimulated by Evan’s cock, how many times has he spilled his cum inside of you? You don’t remember you honestly lost track the moment you felt Evan’s cock tap against your cervix, his large hands grasped at your thighs pulling you back onto his cock whenever he felt like you were trying to pull away. You felt your face flush as you made eye contact with him, you didn’t even realize he was staring at you. “Evan…” you whined out as you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt yourself ready to cum again, “I’m won’t stop until you’re full with my child.” He growled out as he felt your pussy pulse around his cock.

The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)

Fucks you during a trial, he will straight up kill the others and leave you alive. Your nails dig into his back as you feel his cock brush against your womb, why hasn’t the entity ended the match? “F-Fuck!” You screamed out as you felt your pussy gush around his cock, Kazan wasn’t even fucking you at a fast pace yet he was still able to make you cum from one thrust. Kazan grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder, making his cock thrust deeper into your pussy. Your tongue lolled out as drool dripped from the corner of your mouth, you felt like you were going to pass out. Kazan wasn’t going to let up though, he found you worthy of carrying the next bloodline of Yamaoka and he was going to make sure it did happen.

Ok! Can I request the Demogorgon, Nemesis, the blight and The oni getting their dick and balls worshiped by their s/o ;)

Gender neutral if you could.

nsfw below!

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The Demogorgon:

This is a very new experience for it, but you can tell it’s enjoying the attention by the little rumbles and whines coming from its mouth. Usually the otherworldly monster would take you by force in an almost animalistic manner, but you had managed to convince it to let you try something new.

It will instinctually buck it’s hips if you tease it enough. Please do not tease it long or it will run out of patience and use your mouth as a cock sleeve until it is satisfied. Unless that is what you want, then tease it all you’d like.

The Demogorgon is not used to praise like this and is surprisingly very sensitive. It absolutely loves it when you nuzzle it’s cock while you gently stroke it and will probably cum on the spot if you put it into your mouth. It has a lot to give, so don’t be surprised if some ends up coming out of your nose if you try swallowing it all.

The second it hears verbal praise is when you really start hearing it make noise. You’ll tell it how big it’s cock is while you use both hands to caress it’s genitals. One hand using your thumb to tease the tip and one going down to take its balls into your grasp. It’ll be surprisingly more quiet than it’s usual screeching. You may even hearing something similar to a purr as it rests a barbarous claw just below your neck.

Absolutely loves praise and will take it any chance it can get. It’s favorite is when you tell it how good it makes you feel and how it’s always been so good to you. The Demogorgon loves to please you, so knowing that it’s making you happy will make it feel a sense of pride as you back away to grab it’s claw to guide it to your pants.

Nemesis T-Type:

He is also very new to the whole praise thing. Nemesis has always learned how to take orders time and time again, not get praises for him doing a good job at anything he’s done. Needless to say he very much appreciates you praising him for being so good to you.

Very quickly turns into a praise lover. If you aren’t telling him something along the lines of how full/good his cock always makes you feel, he’s gonna let out a huff and cross his arms. He doesn’t really try to force you, he just pouts and hopes that you take pity on him. If you don’t want him cumming too quickly though, just keep denying him praise, it’s his dirty pleasure and you keeping that away from him will only make him more needy.

The best way to silently praise him is by taking all of him into your mouth. Or atleast attempting to. He’s a big fella. Both in body standards and.. down there. There is absolutely no way possible you could fit all of him in your mouth, and that’s why he gets so worked up when you try. He loves how willing you are to try and he adores the choking sounds you make when you go down too far too fast. You’re barely halfway down when you have to stop and pull away and you just know Nemesis is staring down at you and puffed up with pride. He’s big and he knows it, but he wants you to know it too.

He’s quite loud, even when he hasn’t cum yet. Just the feeling of your hands and your tongue drifting across his cock and teasing his balls has him writhing in pleasure. Might accidentally grip your hair a bit too hard if you swipe your tongue across the head too much when trying to tease him. He’s trying his best to hold back for you but he will slip up a bit.

Also extremely into you riding him while you praise him. It adds so much more meaning when you tell him how good he is while you struggle to fit him into your tight hole, putting your hands on his chest for leverage. It really shows him that’s you genuinely mean it when you say it.

Talbot Grimes:

Talbot was never used to being praised, especially in this way. He has never seen any part of himself as relatively attractive in any way so seeing you praise any part of his body has him a bit surprised. You’ll drag your tongue down his cock all the way down to his balls and he already feels like the most important man in the world when you tell him how sexy his cock looks when it twitches in your grasp.

He can be a bit impatient at times when you draw out your praises when you’re not even touching him. He loves the way you slightly caress his thighs as you slowly drag them up to his belt, but he really wants you to move faster. If you hear a sudden growl, it probably means he wants your hands on his cock now.

Talbot loves it when you jerk him off and have him cum on your face. He thinks it looks absolutely phenomenal on you. The way his cum slowly drips down onto your chest as you gather some from your cheek to slowly put it in your mouth has him hard almost immediately. You tell him how good his cum tastes and he immediately wants his cock in your mouth again. Damn, he really does like this praising thing after all.

Naturally Talbot is a loud guy, so every one of your touches has him making noise. You’re sucking him off? He’ll be making a light growling noise. You denying him an orgasm? You’ll hear him let out a loud bellowing screech. You’re gonna hear a lot from him whether you handle him roughly or not.

He loves it when you praise his cock, telling him that you always feel so good when he fucks you in just the right way only he knows how. Talbot can’t get enough of your praises. He especially loves it if you do it when he’s fucking you. You’ll be struggling to speak and yet you still try to tell him how amazing his cock feels inside of you. You’ll notice that the speed of his thrusts have picked up and that his purring has turned into loud snarling.

Kazan Yamaoka:

Kazan knows he deserves this praise. After all he’s done for you, for the samurai, for his legacy, he knows that he should get atleast some kind of reward. Which is why you are in between his legs, slowly trailing your fingertips from his balls all the way up to his already hardened cock. A silent message that your touch isn’t even the beginning of your praises.

Kazan tries his best to not lose his composure, but he can’t resist letting out the smallest of grunts when you start stroking his cock. It makes it harder when you start verbally praising him too, telling him how strong he his, how you’d love to continue his legacy, how he always knows how to make you moan for him. He just loves it so much. He expected the praise, and he feels like he’s getting more than he asked for. It makes him feel important.

Eye contact while you take him into your mouth is one way to get Kazan to shudder. He loves that lustful look in your eyes as you take him down your throat. If you manage to fit all of it down your throat without choking, look him straight in the eyes and swallow. It’s guaranteed to make him let out a groan as he tightens his grip on your hair. He might even pull you back abut just to push you back down to see if you’ll do it again. And if you do? Prepare to be throat fucked. In his eyes, you’ve praised his cock enough.

Verbal praise is a great way to get Kazan to make noise. Tell him you love this way his cock looks when cum is dripping down it, tell him that nobodys cock could make you cum as good as his does. He’ll be making a lot of noise, especially if you’re riding him while you do so. He’s never been praised like this, not even by his wife, so he’s loving all of this attention youre giving him.

Expect to be praised after this aswell. Kazan notices how much you try to please him and he thinks you deserve a reward. You may have teased him a bit, and maybe have denied him an orgasm once or twice while praising him, but he still thinks you deserve the treatment you just gave him. Prepare for the night of your life ;)