narcissistshandler

[narcissistshandler]

we're almost at 3k followers and i feel bad for not doing anything to celebrate (and as a thank you to all of you!), so i've been thinking about it for the last few days. Suggestions are welcome!

maybe some special theme, be it something really kinky or dark or even something softer ((thoughts about housewives!chr and married life are haunting me

[narcissistshandler]

YOU WERE WHAT-?????

- 👾 anon

Lol in my neighborhood it's not uncommon for dumb people to drive in high speed. i ended up getting hit leaving a very busy square, but I'm good, just scratches and a near fight ✌️

[narcissistshandler]

Shoot, you're open requests!! I have been reading the lookism fic on your blog and I really really want to request a fic on your blog!!

So excited..., May i req sub johan seong with dom reader doing dog and master roleplay, like the reader put red collar and leash to johan.. 👉👈 and eugh maybe reader pointing out the bulge on johan stomach.

Okay, that's all. Thank you for consider writing this, heres a flowers for you 🐯🫸💐!!

　⸸ .ᐟ M Y   F A V O R I T E   P E T

[ PAIRING ] male reader x johan seong/yohan seong (lookism) [ CONTENT ] johan only needs his collar and your dick inside him to stop thinking, give him his ears and tail, please [ TAGS ] amab!reader, top!dom!reader, bottom!sub!johan, pet play, owner x pet, collaring, butt plug, puppy!johan, anal sex, breath play, dirty talk, pet names, belly bulge, Johan has anxiety (because I said so), Johan's vision problem mentioned

[ A / N ] I love pathetic little pet Johan. thank you for the flowers ray. (also, slightly changing the aesthetic of the posts, bc I can)

"I knew this color would suit you. Red brings out your eyes," you compliment, fingers leaving behind a streak of heat on his skin, above where the leather band tightens around his throat.

Johan feels the tightness with every breath. He tries to reach for the collar, something in his head telling him he's going to choke, but you pull his hand away before he can make contact. "No, puppy. You are not allowed to touch your collar."

The cold of the floor against his knees creeps up his naked body. Goosebumps cover his skin.

Johan looks at you, where you tower over him, powerful, unreachable. Slightly blurred too, in the vision of his left eye. By this point Johan had learned to stop rubbing his eye, knowing it would do no good and he hated the look on your face whenever you saw him do it again.

It was one of those days.

"But I..." He begins, hands clasping his knees. There are bruises turning color on his skin from the last fight. His vision seems worse today. He's going to suffocate.

You silence him instantly, Johan feels the embarrassment tighten around his throat along with the weight of the collar at your choice of words. "Dogs don't talk. We've already talked about that, haven't we?"

Of course, Johan knew dogs couldn't talk; that was one of the reasons he'd agreed to this act. He didn't want to have to talk or think. But the restlessness in his stomach still made him want to stutter nonsensically, to say something, anything. There was a part of him that wanted to fight, to surrender, to whine to you — he was a mess of feelings.

A lost puppy.

"You understood?"

Johan nods.

"Puppy?" You pull on the leash.

He then understands the order and obeys: "Woof."

"Good. Good boy."

It's humbling, how easily he bows to you with a simple gesture. A snap of your fingers, a point down. On hands and knees. Like a well-trained dog, he's obeying, pushing his butt up in the air, and looking back at you expectantly. Did I do it right? Can you tell me?

"Just like that, such a smart pet," you say and Johan's chest swells with pride.

Your hands fall to his buttocks, caressing, soothing the goosebumps. He feels himself tighten at the attention, tensing around the little plug that fills him, barely enough to do anything but keep him smooth and taut. "I'm going to take this out of you now," you warn before starting to pull the plug out. Johan is suddenly empty, and a needy sound escapes his throat before he can stop it. A whimper.

"Shh shh," you hush, your warm thumb finding the relaxed, smooth edge. "You were a good pup, weren't you? Obedient little thing, carrying your plug around all day without trying to take it off, just waiting for your owner to come home. Look at that cute hole, all red and stretched, barely closing."

Johan's ears burned, but he could only rock back against your hand. After feeling the silicone filling his ass all day, the emptiness now felt wrong. He had been good to you all day, knowing that when he got home he could just be your little dog.

"What do you want, pet? Can you tell me?"

Johan fights the instinct to fall into a messy begging, remembering that good dogs don't talk. Instead, he barks, trying to convey his need as he rocks his hips from side to side, like a bitch in heat trying to entice you to fuck him. "Woof arf woof woof."

Please owner, I need your cock.

It's pathetic.

But with his face against the cold floor, fluffy ears falling from his brown hair, and your commanding presence kneeling behind him, all Johan could feel was the growing need, his hole opening and closing, so, so close to begging.

"My sweet pup," you murmur, hands closing around his slim waist, thick cock brushing against his entrance. Johan bites his lower lip, pushing it back. Disobedient. But you don't punish him, just laugh, enjoying his latent desperation.

An owner as complacent as cruel you were.

"My perfect bitch." You're sinking into him then, inch after inch filling his empty insides. Johan feels the penetration into every vertebra of his spine. His thighs tremble. Even without needing to look, he feels you making space inside him, rearranging his insides to the point where he can barely breathe. Impossible deep inside. The mere thought makes him gasp.

You dragged a reverent hand over Johan's trembling abdomen, tracing the outline of you beneath the skin. The unmistakeable bulge where your cock stretched him obscenely wide. "Look at my good pup, so full you’re showing it." Then you pull back, before going back inside, casually pounding him, gradually increasing the pace, knowing exactly how to fuck him raw. Hand still there, feeling where your cock pushes inside him.

You're everywhere — inside him, against his back, legs against his thighs, hands all over his body, pulling on the leash, squeezing the visible bulge in his stomach every time you move.

He was never as full as when you filled him.

Johan doesn't realize he's drifted away from reality until your voice teases in his ear, one of your hands patting the side of his hip. As if calming down an animal. "You're drooling all over the floor, does it feel so good to finally be put in your place? My pretty puppy's belly so stretched for his owner it's made him soft and mindless, hasn’t it?"

He nods, or tries to.

His body no longer obeys, surrendered to the oppression of being completely filled, the firm weight of the leather around his neck, your hands on him.

Then you rock your hips. Your balls slap against his ass and your cock pushes in deep. There's not enough lube to soften the invasion and he feels the burn, the hot friction of your cock sinking through the tightness. In, out. In, out. In, in, in.

Johan is not only drooling on the floor, but also leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. His body is on fire. Hips shaking violently as he tries to keep the heat in his stomach under control.

Then he hears you spit before your cock comes back in, just a little wetter and slicker and he groans like a filthy mutt, loudly, eyes rolling back in his skull.

He knows, and so do you, that he could come that easily, just from your words and the collar around his neck, pulling until it cuts off his oxygen. Your member threatening to reach his lungs. It's scary, letting someone have that much power over him. But Johan doesn't fight or try to touch himself; you'll take care of him, always have. All he wanted was to be good for you, orgasm was a bonus, not the goal.

"You’re panting like you’re in heat. So stuffed, you can’t even whimper right," you murmur, the chain vibrating as you wrap it further around your fingers and pull. "Gotta take good care of my bitch, right? Breed well so she doesn't go looking for another dick. I'll be sure to fill you up good today."

Johan has forgotten how to speak, but he's still your good puppy, and as such, he barks at you, grunts; hoarse, confused, foolish. Yes. Yes. Please. A needy, disgusting little pet, and still your only and one favorite.

[narcissistshandler]

closing the rqs to be able to organize and finish writing the received ones. i was hit by a motorcycle the day before yesterday so it's a little bad to write, but i'm fine, be patient pls

[narcissistshandler]

calma calabreso

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[narcissistshandler]

Hehe, sure let's make out. Waiting for it like a good boy I am (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- the one who sent you the mortifying madk req

"good boy" huh? suspiciously submissive for someone who requested that. but I'm working on it, anything for you

[narcissistshandler]

finally- finally I got a dark and disgusting request for madk. anon, I want to kiss you on the mouth

[narcissistshandler]

OMG REQS FOR MADK ARE OPEN?? Are you okay with some reeal dark content? Kind of like the manga, some a bit questionable asks,, your writings are absolute peak onggg

yessss please give me all your most twisted desires. so excited to write something for madk. and I'm so glad you like my writing 🫶

[narcissistshandler]

some afab! reo mikage, please 🙏

　⸸ .ᐟ Y O U   S H O U L D   S E E   Y O U R S E L F   R I G H T   N O W

「 pairing 」 male reader x mikage reo 「 content 」 your pretty boyfriend riding you, reverse cowgirl style 「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, afab!reo, established relationship, vaginal sex, reverse cowgirl, clitoris/heat/cunt/pussy among others used to describe Reo's genitalia, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, cumming inside

a/n I hope you like it 👀🔥 (that was funn /not yet edited

"YOU'RE a fucking vision," you say, fingers digging into Reo's soft thighs, just there, feeling the muscles tense and tighten as Reo catches his breath. Your other hand is splayed over his tailbone, above the curve of his ass, the skin heated and sweaty beneath your touch. "Jesus Christ, you don’t even know what you do to me."

Reo whimpers, hands braced on the bed between your legs, leaning forward to give you a perfect view of the heat between his thighs, the purple strands falling in front of his face. You can't see Reo's expression in his current position, his back to you, sitting on your lap, which is a shame, because you love to see his eyes roll back in his skull and his teeth sink into his lips when he cums.

But this was also a spectacle.

The soft folds flushed with blood pooling there, a pale pink peeking through the inner lips, glistening with moisture. You watch hungrily as his entrance tightens, a long, slick string dripping from it and straight onto your cock. He's so damn wet...

Reo reaches behind himself to grab his own ass, his tight little anus, his pussy wet as a river, all spread out before your eyes. "You still with me? I need to hear you." You ask, lining up your cock once more with his entrance.

The tremors of orgasm still coursed through his body, and he was a sensitive little thing, but Reo was insatiable, always eager for whatever you wanted to give him. Never able to get enough of your cock thrusting inside him. "Yes. Yes. Don’t stop," he sighs, his voice warm and sweet as honey. "Give it to me."

You concede. Rubbing the thick head against the heated, wet folds, before pushing against his entrance. Reo does all the rest of the work: descending on you, sweet core enveloping your member to the base, until he is once again fully seated on you. He makes the most beautiful sound when you're all inside him, filling him until there's no space left, straining through his tight walls.

"I can’t stop, don't wanna... You fill me so perfectly— I need— [name], n-need more, not enough, don't stop, don't stop," He's a chatty mess even as he continues to stumble over his words, nails digging into your skin.

"Look at you. So desperate. So gorgeous. All flushed and wet on my lap. That’s it, just like that—fuck, you’re dripping for me. You love this, don’t you? Dirty boy." You encourage, all the words just spilling out of you because how could you not talk nonstop when you had the most beautiful boy ever taking your dick like the cheapest whore?

And Reo, despite how his pussy convulses around you from the sensitivity, squeezing you with every rise and fall, still moves like a pro, as if he had done it a million times. As if he was born for this moment, to ride you until exhaustion.

He rests his hands on your thighs for better control and any remaining control seems to go out the window when he starts moving in earnest. Wet sound echoing off the walls each time his ass meets your groin, dripping wet around your cock, slick sliding down your heavy balls.

His hips always shake when he goes too deep and you get close enough to his cervix to be delicious and just a little uncomfortable. "I'm going to cum," he warns, without even missing a beat, moving up and down hard, with intention, you know he's actually going to come again just from that. "Fuck, [name]—baby—baby— so full—I can feel you so deep—" he stutters, the legs wedged on either side of your hips shaking with the effort.

He doesn't have time to finish before his cunt clenches and spasms hard around you, drenching you entire lower body and the mattress beneath you.

Reo makes a humiliating sound of embarrassment, but he's so erotic that you don't feel disgusted for even a second. You'd get down on your knees and drink straight from the fountain right now if you could, if Reo wasn't using one of his hands for what you didn't need to see to know was rubbing his pulsing clit.

He loses his rhythm now, panting as he uses the last of his strength to ride out his orgasm while continuing to spurt heat in smaller amounts around your cock.

You run your hands up his thighs, slowly moving up the sides until you grab his hips, and then, you grit your teeth as you slam into him. Sinking your thick cock into the velvet grip of his tight, tense pussy. Reo arches his back under your touch as if shocked, babbling a mess of begging and your name as he tortures his poor clit past the point of pain.

(You want to reach around his waist and replace his hand with yours, rub the mound of sensitive nerves with force, spank that pink bud, just to see if it makes him cry. But content for now to continue pulling him back to meet each of your thrusts.)

Sweat pooling at the base of his spine and slowly trickling down his shiny skin, flush rising from his ears, spreading down the side of his face, muscles contracting and relaxing with each thrust; boiling insides accepting well every deep thrust and every jet of sperm you pour into it, filling him up, claiming him as your own, pushing and pushing to make sure not a drop was wasted.

He's fucking delicious.

Pornographic.

None of the humiliation from his body's unexpected reaction stops him from reaching ecstasy on your cock again and again, squirting, trembling, losing any ability to reason. Reduced to just a warm hole for you to use. And too content with this fate to worry.

[narcissistshandler]

are you writing for madk?

yessss please please request for madk

[narcissistshandler]

I’ve read your other fics and they’re delicious 🤤.

Imagine eating Rin out then getting caught, by like Isagi or some.

　⸸ .ᐟ W A R M   U P

「 pairing 」 gn reader x itoshi rin 「 content 」 rin is trying to stretch and you are trying (and succeeding) in getting in his way 「 tags 」 rimming [rin receiving], reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, yoga, cumming in pants, caught in the act, slightly dubious consent but rin is loving it I promise

a/n in case I did a terrible job of describing the position Rin is in here is a link for reference (it would be some variation of this)

LETTING you bury yourself between his legs in a room where anyone could walk in was a terrible idea. Rin knew, that's why the first thing he did when he saw you approaching while he was maintaining a bridge was a clear, "no." Because you would never have pure intentions when trying to follow any of his daily routines, something you had never done before.

But that only made you smile like a cat while feigning innocence.

Rin let you hover around, trying to ignore you. And then somehow everything went wrong and here he was: arched on the mat, supported by his hands, his chest open in an almost impossible arch, only one foot on the ground. Forming a living bridge, initially tense but firm, which has evolved to now be on the verge of collapse.

You had the audacity to direct one of his legs over your shoulder, and Rin could only growl at your boldness.

"Get out," he demands, but there's no heat in his voice. Especially not when your hot, bold tongue licks around the ring of taut muscle and your chuckle against his warm skin makes him shiver. Rin knew, he was too lenient with you. He should have been stricter when you still listened to him. "You bastard gnh— this is not the place for this."

But he still doesn't push you away. Your fucking mouth...

You didn't even try to undress him, just pushed the leg of his shorts to the side along with his underwear to gain access to his hole, leaving his cock trapped in the tightness of the fabric — so heavy and hard that Rin could feel the blood rushing through his entire member, moisture accumulating at the tip. You were brazen, not backing down even when he kicked you on your first attempt to put your mouth on him.

Rin should have worn the tightest shorts today, even though he doubted it would have stopped you from trying to embarrass him in such a public place.

Your mouth moves against him, murmuring. Rin feel the words more than hear them — wet, muffled, broken against his sensitive skin. "Mmm… jus’ wanna— taste…"

Rin will definitely kill you. As soon as he can. "Seriously?" he snaps, voice low and ragged. "You can’t shut up even with your mouth full?"

He can't see your face from this position, what is good, he doesn't want to see the smug expression that will be there. That was permission enough for you. The obvious choice: either shut up and carry on, or...

Rin's arms tremble with the effort of holding his weight as your lips suck on the soft rim. Even though he had showered before starting his stretches, he still found it disgusting, having your mouth there, knowing that there was no way you couldn't taste not only the soap and water, but also the salty sweat.

Embarrassment made his face hot, his entire body on fire as you casually, as if it were part of your routine, reveled in the way Rin's hole clenched around of your tongue, twitching under each wet lick; eating his ass slowly, lazily.

"...You're going to make me fall," he growled, his eyes about to roll back in his skull, his voice trailing off into a groan as your tongue probed past the ring of muscle and slid into the tight heat. As if shocked, the muscle in his leg jumped with unexpected pleasure, contracting in your shoulder.

You make a contented sound against his ass, using your fingers to spread his cheeks so you have more room to work with your mouth... Rin hears his own voice ringing in his ears, loud, surprised, breathless as a flash passes behind his eyes and his balls tighten.

He doesn't have time to warn or try to get away. Rin is only able to feel: heat flooding his stomach, hole tightening around your tongue, heart pulsing in his cock confined in his gym shorts. You lick him through his orgasm, thrusting your tongue inside him, making disgusting sounds like you're eating the most delicious meal.

Wetness spreads in his underwear and his arms that held his body up finally give way.

Rin's back hits the floor at the same moment the door opens with an audible click. "Rin—"

Upside down, he sees Isagi, with an expression that seems to range from traumatized to provocative in horrible seconds.

The three of you freeze.

There's no way to disguise it. Rin on his back on the mat, hair flushed in his face, shorts still messy and with a wet spot growing in the front and you kneeling between his legs, lips glistening with moisture and one of his heels still on your shoulder.

Rin's face burns brighter.

Only an idiot wouldn't connect the pieces, but well, Isagi was an idiot so maybe...

"Are you two making out or doing some very very specific type of training?"

"Get out."

"No, seriously, Rin, I want to learn too—"

Rin grunts like an animal about to attack. He'll kill Isagi, then he'll kill you. He won't leave any witnesses to his humiliation.

"Get the fuck out, Isagi." Isagi obeys, laughing like someone who now has an ace up his sleeve, muttering to himself an "I always knew" that makes Rin's head throb harder.

He covers his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling the semen cool against his skin, forming a disgusting mess in his underwear, drool dripping from his hole because you always had to spit on it like a salivating dog. "You fucking idiot, I warned you someone might come in and you didn't even think to lock the door—never again. Never again."

[narcissistshandler]

know i said I'll write more wind breaker but got lost in the middle of blue lock (more specifically between rin and reo's thighs 🫠

[narcissistshandler]

WINDBREAKER GOT DISCONTINUED???!!

[narcissistshandler]

hello! this is my first time to request something, can you write overstimulation for sae or rin? (or other bllk characters if you want). like make them get soo ruined, leg shaking, crying, and begging something like those :) thank u in advanced !

　⸸ .ᐟ S ' G O O D FOR Y O U

「 pairing 」 male reader x itoshi rin / itoshi sae [separately] 「 content 」 overstimulating the Itoshi brothers 「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, sex toys, anal sex, overstimulation (obviously), use of "daddy" (to refer to the reader) on Rin's part

a/n I love the Itoshi brothers, unfortunately Sae's part is more of a bonus and the focus here is more on Rin, but hope you like it! [unedited]

RIN always wants your touch, your complete attention and love so much that it feels like an empty hole unable to be filled. Like a cat, he slides into bed as soon as you push him, no questions asked. So complacent to you. And damn flexible. You can push his legs up to his ears after he can't keep them open any longer, spread wide above his head. Hold them there with one or two hands, the position giving you better access to his hole, and allowing you to see the bulge in his stomach whenever your hips move forward ── your dick rearranging his insides. He's fully exposed like this.

God, yoga really did wonders for your relationship.

Unlike his workouts or stretching, at this moment Rin gasps, seeming to struggle with each breath. "You’re making such a mess. Do you even remember how many times it’s been?" you say. But Rin's tear-filled eyes have already lost focus, his bad habit that you thought was adorable taking over too: his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling over himself. He was too far away to hear you.

Rin isn't the type to beg because he simply loses himself in the pleasure. You fucked him for hours on end, cum accompanying each thrust, dripping from his full insides. He can only mumble nonsensically, a complete mess, shaking all over when the heat is suddenly there again, in the pit of his stomach, ready to explode. And he doesn't want to cum again, even though his body throbs and yearns. He doesn't want to, no—

His cock jumps into his stomach, the head an angry red where blood pools. There's a growing pool of fluids collecting there; the last two orgasms haven't gotten anything out of him but a few splashes, his balls too tight to give you something—anything. But he couldn't anymore. He was so sensitive. He was always too sensitive to bear the provocation.

But you push him anyway, feeling his entire body tense, the already relaxed hole around you barely squeezing. "I-I'm gonna—" Rin whimpers, tries, the words barely pronounced. "[n-n-name]... I-I can't— I can't— ahhh..."

"Just one more? Just one more, come on, for me. Come for me again, bunny." You, cruel as you are, smile at him, gyrating your hips in a way that makes you perfectly hit that sweet spot inside him. The stimulation is so much it hurts, so good it hurts his stomach, where your cock seems to reach. Pushing inside him, forcing his insides, over and over and over.

"It’s too much, it’s too much, I— I’m gonna—" he's babbling, toes twitching, shaking his head as if in denial. But his body is obedient and responsive to you.

"What was that? 'Too much?' Come on Rin-chan, you want to be good, don't you? Yes, you do, sweetness," you smile as Rin nods, sweat running down his chest. "You can take it. Just. One. Ngh. More." You keep your grip on his heels, keeping him open as you pound into him, mercilessly, grunting at the delicious heat and the fluttering of the walls as he comes again.

Rin is now crying for real, lips trembling, a drool laced mess. His poor penis twitches and throbs and tenses, but nothing comes out of it. It starts to go limp, having nothing left to give. It looks painful. Rin reaches between you to hold it, his hands shaking like the rest of his body.

You think he'll try to ease the tension, maybe rub the burning away from his sensitive urethra, but he doesn't. Your obedient bunny is masturbating for you. Gritting his teeth, grunting and whimpering, something between a wild animal and sweet prey as he obeys and tries to make himself come again for you, trying to keep his cock hard and ready for your demands.

His green eyes roll back in his skull, his muscular legs bounce and spasm, but you hold them in place, abusing his prostate as Rin pulls himself through the pleasure and pain. For you. Wetting his entire chest and chin, squirting for what feels like an eternity as his entire body struggles to escape his control. Too much. Too much.

Rin gasps, seems to be relearning how to breathe, so out of breath that you fear he's going to pass out, "No more, I c-can’t feel my legs..."

"Every time you whimper it makes me want to keep going just to see how much longer until you break. Although, from the way your lovely cock is dripping, your hole all stretched and smooth, I might already have."

"Plewse—"

His hips buck and he swallows the rest of the word. Oh, he's going to pass out──

"Just a little more, bunny, daddy's so close to cumming, you're not going to let me down, are you? It's okay to cry, baby, you can let your dick go. Obedient thing. Just a little more and I'll let you rest."

Even if in the end Rin was completely in pain and unable to feel his own body, the ultra-sensitive hole and his cock dripping with no sign of pause, he would never stop you from taking your pleasure from him.

He was so good to you.

Tears, begging, obedience and everything.

+   B O N U S: SAE ITOSHI

It's been hours since you started playing with his body, as you lewdly called it. Destroying him, was how Sae preferred to put it. Some people often claimed to enter some sort of subspace when under continuous stimulation, but Sae was hyperaware the entire time. Unable to escape from your hands.

He lost count of how many there were. The toys pushed through the smooth ring of muscles, some so small they barely gave satisfaction, some long ones, which reached so deep that they took his breath away. One was as thick as your fist and Sae might have torn the sheets as he writhed from the overwhelming stretching sensation.

He's already forgotten how to breathe when you pull the powerful little vibrator out of him. It feels like his hole continues to vibrate even now that it's empty, the sensation doesn't go away. The tight ring at the base of his cock didn't help, only making it more cruel. Sae was at your mercy, taking an indecent variety of toys inside him, balls tight with release denied.

"[name]." His voice was low, hoarse, the warning clear as day, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the way his hole fluttered weakly against the head of your cock. "You promised." Sae was shaking like a leaf. You tried to pull him to his knees, but he couldn't stay in position, having slipped down onto the dirty, sticky sheets.

He no longer remembered the promise very well, but it probably had to do with letting him cum after he took the monstrous dildo inside him. And nothing about you pushing your cock against his swollen, sensitive hole afterwards.

"Just a little more, I promise. I'll let you cum as soon as I have my cock buried deep inside you."

"[name]," He gasps, not believing you. You would finish off what was left of him.

"Yes?"

Sae's hole throbbed, his cock felt like it was about to explode beneath his body, and everything about him was sweaty and hot. The denial, the stimulation, hurt. But he still wanted your cock so badly──

"Yes... Please."

[narcissistshandler]

I saw your masterlist and it has death note, can you make one with Light Yagami? (Bonus points if reader is sub top)

(If you don't, just ignore this)

　⸸ .ᐟ G O D ' S   W R A T H

「 pairing 」 gn!reader x light yagami (death note) 「 content 」 serving god is not only about blessings, it is also about trials and punishments. Especially when it comes to a god like Kira and a servant as sinful as you 「 tags 」 established relationship, secret relationship, sub!reader, amab!reader, dom!light, mutually abusive relationship, religious allusions, assault (reader receiving), slight stalking, Misa and L mentioned, cock stepping, blowjob/deep throat (light receiving)

a/n ; tried and failed to write something healthy with light, hope the dark dynamic works for you too! intended to be a gn reader, if there is any error please let me know

LIGHT didn't see you as different from everyone else in his life, classified in a box of temporary usefulness, interest or discard. At least at first. When you were more of a nameless face than a fierce devotee──to Kira, to Light, to whoever wore the mask at the time. Now you had your own little box. For better or worse.

"You forget your place so easily, don't you? I tolerate your games. Your constant presence. Even your little displays of pathetic jealousy. But today..." His voice was strained, hovering in the rehearsed fake tone he used for most people. But not with you. The good-guy facade always fell quickly around you.

He loosens his tie, his merciless eyes looking down. The sweet scent clings to him, that of someone who doesn’t belong to you, something feminine and soft that makes your throat itch.

Your tongue runs over your split bottom lip, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You don’t even try to look apologetic despite your face still throbbing and your scalp tingling from the tugging. Guilty.

You already knew he was going to hurt you when you did what you did. He lied to you, but that was okay, you had memorized his password pattern, unlocked his phone, read his messages, and followed him to his meeting with Misa. It ruined his plans. And pain was Light's way of showing that he cared, that he felt, anything.

He hit you. With his hands, with his words, his belt. He threw you to the ground like a disobedient animal and everything inside you burns with pain, but also with pride. Because for a moment, he broke character and Light Yagami saw you as a risk. A problem. And that's the closest thing to love someone like him could offer.

You could apologize, beg for forgiveness, but knew that apologies wouldn't stop Kira's fury.

He undoes the buttons on his shirt, irritation blazing in his every movement. He hated things getting out of his control. "Today you compromised a part of my plan out of pure selfishness and you have no right to do so, [name]. That's not why I keep you around."

Light was so angry that his upper lip was trembling. You provoked him. Not because you wanted to ruin his plans, but because you wanted… something. You wanted attention.

The toe of his shoe pokes your thigh. He twists his neck in what looks like a failed attempt to deal with the tension. There's an audible crack. "Nothing to say now? What's that? What's with that pose?" He does that thing with the words again ── chooses them sweetly to belittle you, but you know better than anyone the pleasure in his eyes at having you like this: kneeling before his feet, knees against the cold floor and bare torso where he stands over you. Looking up at him, declaring your adoration.

"You like it when I bow down to you."

Light couldn't deny it. The blood staining your face, the passivity still in your body, knowing that you would never react to the attacks, had his cock was pushing against his pants. Throbbing and dripping. Begging to be shoved down your throat and forced to choke on it.

And that's exactly what he would do. Because you deserved to be punished after drawing L's attention to yourself and leaving the invisible spot where you were supposed to be. Because Light knew he needed to put you in your place again so that you wouldn't forget that he was your god and and god was not questioned without punishment. But not now.

"So stay right there, on your knees, until I decide what to do with you." When Light leaves the room, darkness absorbs you, a cold that made you chew on your already bleeding lips. His absence was worse than the bare-handed blows.

And when he returns, hours later, you've already had time to start regretting it, on the verge of tears and lonely. You crawls over to where he sits on the edge of the bed and nestles your face against his warm thigh. You begs. You asks for forgiveness, even though you doesn't feel much yet.

You are obedient, hungry in fact when he undoes his belt ── leather that tasted your skin earlier. At another point, Light would have you begging for the chance to feel the salt on his skin. Today he doesn't push you back when you approach like a needy believer, mouth already opening, already salivating just at the sight of his erection springing free. So, so in need of him.

"Open," he commands, even if it's not necessary, just because he can. Light loved doing things just because he could.

Then Light is shoving his cock into your mouth, without pause, straight down your throat, pressing his foot cruelly where your own cock stirs in the pants. He steps on you. He doesn't fake it or go soft on you. Purposefully causing you pain; fingers pulling your hair; long, curved cock as beautiful as the rest of him invading your throat as if you were just another one of his possessions. An inanimate object, a cocksleeve whose sole purpose in life was to be used.

You run for your chance at divine forgiveness, babbling around it, hips tensing under the pain, but never pulling away from it. You accept every inch, every rough push and pull of your hair. Pain is love.

The way he touches you is not about affection, it's about power. He dismantles you as if he knows where every thread of your desire begins and ends and uses it to his advantage.

Light didn't have to be so blunt about it, but he makes a point of reminding you of your place. He fucks your face, cheeks flushed as he pants and talks over you. Demanding, humiliating. "Always so obedient…" he murmurs, voice muffled and breathless, almost delirious. An excitement similar to the euphoria of writing in the Death Note. "But what is this due to...? Fear?... Love?" He chuckles, then groans as your teeth scrape against his girth. Light curses at you, but there’s no denying the tremor in his hips when you do it again and he drips precum onto your tongue, feeding you.

Masochist, even if he considers such things beneath him.

The bed creaks beneath his weight and Light shifts closer to the edge of the mattress, his foot pressing harder against your erection, rubbing just where the sensitive head wets the fabric. His cock pushes past the tight muscles of your throat, feeling the contractions, the convulsion and the beginning of a cough, and holds it there, keeping your nose against his groin as he cums in your mouth.

You've already lost your breath, you've forgotten what it's like to breathe without the pressure of his cock in the middle of your throat.

Ropes after ropes of cum spurt all the way down your throat and straight into your stomach. Your throat convulses, feeling like your airway will close at any second, but you just grip his thighs and let him use you. Compliant. The taste of his seed mingling with the metallic of your own blood in a holy, sacred supper.

You're going to pass out any moment now if he doesn't back off.

And it pushes you towards your own orgasm, hips chasing the friction against the soles of Light's shoes. Pathetically rubbing against him, needing release so badly it hurts. The sight of Light's face experiencing climax is enough to make you cum, quickly and without warning, without permission given.

Light is coming down from ecstasy to notice you crumbling on the floor at his feet from simply having your throat fucked by your god and savior. Breathing quickened, fingers relaxing where they surely pulled out some strands of your hair and member throbbing on your tongue as his balls emptied.

The irritation leaves him, giving way to pleasure. The cruelty remains, of course. Of course.

He then notices the trembling in your thighs and can almost feel the moisture gathering beneath the soles of his shoes, your member twitching weakly as you searches for more. He looks at you from beneath his lashes like a small, pathetic thing, his slowly softening cock still trapped between your glossy lips. “Who gave you permission to cum?”

He nudges your cock with the toe of his shoe, hard, and you grab his heel, just to anchor yourself, never pulling away. "You're so easy. I just forced my cock down your throat and that was all it took for you to cum in your pants. Do you understand now why you are on your knees? I determine your purpose and it will do you good to remember that."

You blink up at him, moisture glistening in your eyes as he continues to step on your sensitive cock. Your mouth feels sticky and disgusting, the saliva thick and salty, your throat scratchy. Your eyes are half-rolling. Completely fucked out of this plane of existence.

Light hisses like a snake as you suck around him, trying to extract more of him. But Light has always been on the sensitive side and overstimulation was a personal weakness of his. "Let go, you slut," he says and you comply.

His hands are on your face then, stroking under your eyes, tracing your split bottom lip. It's a caress at odds with the slap that follows. Sharp and heavy. A reminder of your disobedience. "You know damn well you're not allowed to cum whenever you want, don't you?" His smile is dark and full of promise, deceiving. The way it made you excited and eager. "But I'll let it slide. You've had enough."

His next words, accompanied by his hard eyes, almost make you whimper. "Just listen carefully: if Misa suspects anything, I swear I'll make you swallow every tooth you have left."

He was the god here. The person who took you apart, the one who decided your life or death. You were just one of his servants, a faithful but unstable follower.

Oh, but how wrong Light was. You did love him, but you would rather take him with you to hell than let him go free for someone else. He could break you into a million pieces, as long as he only touched you and no one else.

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