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[theplaceicommitmysins]

18+ He’s The Next One: 7 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably).

Wordcount: 1.9k

Contains: Second person POV, noncon exhibitionism, bdsm adjacent, The reader is a serial killer.

It takes mere moments for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, eased by the faintest sliver of streetlights breaking through the curtains, highlighting and glinting off of the chain connecting L to Kira where they sleep side by side.

Your steps are silent as you make your way across the room to Kira’s side of the bed, eyes sweeping over and tracing the contours of his face, and the smooth fall of his hair against the pillow beneath his head. The feeling of hot rage followed by cold calculation rushes through you, making your ears ring, tunneling your vision until all you can see is him.

Kira.

“It would be so easy.” You think, “Killing you while you sleep.”

You slowly lower yourself to your knees, kneeling beside the bed and resting your chin on the mattress, your face so close to his you can feel the breath from his nose on your cheeks.

“Easier than you deserve.” You mouth out into the silence of the room.

It takes ten deep breaths in, and ten deeper breaths out for you to gain a handle on your control again. To remember your promise to L.

So you get up and make your way over to your detective instead, sleeping on his back like some creepy dead bug, and you smile.

It would be just as easy to kill L.

As easy to kill him as it is to watch him. To stand beside the bed he shares with a mass murderer and hover your hand above his skin, fingers tracing the air above the bridge of his nose, the rise of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips.

Pale, parted, and slightly chapped, with a split from one of Kira’s luckier hits, you can feel the wisps of his breath, even and slow brushing against your skin and it sends a shiver tracing down your spine, skirting across you like the brush of long thin fingers.

He looks so pretty like this, a little beaten up, and a lot defenseless. Almost as pretty as when he was making Kira bruised and bloodied. Eyes somehow darker than even their usual void, and chest rising and falling faster as he catches his breath.

The cold of your killing instinct is slowly being washed away by heat, by want, lapping against you like waves on a shore, or tongues on flesh. A wet drag, over and over and-

Your hips are grinding against nothing.

His tongue briefly dips out of his parted lips, wetting them and you can’t help but let out a sigh.

He really is so pretty.

Your movements are fluid as you ease yourself onto the mattress, one leg resting beside L’s shoulder and the other quickly thrown over to brace you above him, hovering over his face, with your shin pinning the chain connecting him to Kira.

His eyes don’t flutter open. They don’t squeeze or squint. He seemingly wakes up all at once, the only suggestion of surprise on his part, of any sudden change in awareness, being the sharp inhale you can feel between your legs.

You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, pushing back his bangs for him and smile gently.

“Open.” You mouth.

And obediently your detective does, lips parting fully for you and hot breath washing over the wet cotton of your panties.

It feels right to let your weight drop, to press your cunt to his tongue as he presses it back against you and to rock against the soft warmth of his mouth.

You feel a hum of contentment more than you hear it as his eyes slide closed again, his unchained arm coming up and over your thighs to press you more fully against him as he laps at your aching clit through the fabric of your panties, his spit and your wetness through the panties combining to do little more than frustrate you, lessening the friction of the act.

You rock your hips, rolling them in a wave like motion to grind your pleasure out against his tongue, which he sticks out and flattens, letting you use him and you groan, drawing a similar noise from him in response.

Letting go of his hair, you bring your hand down to tug your undies to the side, giving him more access to you and L pulls his tongue back just long enough to press a quick peck against your cunt, it feels like gratitude and affection.

His tongue comes back out, the warm soft heat of it parting your pussy to drag slow swipes up to your clit, only to drop back down and tease your entrance, only just pressing the very tip of his tongue inside before lapping your wetness back up again, and you let your head tip back, let your eyes shut, let your sighs of pleasure go freely in the quiet of the room.

L eats pussy like he eats ice cream or cake, not like he savors it but like he’s entitled to it. Like parting your legs and giving your cunt to him is a given. He doesn’t speed up, or chase your sounds, or go fast and hard. The way he enjoys you is with his complete attention, licking and sucking and drinking down all your pussy has to offer like this is for him, like the fact that your hips are twitching with every press of his perfect tongue against your sensitive clit is incidental.

And he just keeps going. The heat of his warm mouth against you, so soft and so worshipful builds up through you, slowly at first then faster, compounding as your need grows and your rock your hips against him harder, press his head firmer against the pillow to try to take what you want only for his arm to tighten vice like around your thighs and hold you still.

You look down and make eye contact with him, his eyes flat black in the dark of the room, and it’s like you can read his mind.

“I’m not done yet.”

He doesn’t say it but you can hear it in the sound of him pressing his tongue up and into you, the slick sticky noise of him getting you wet with your cum and his spit cacophonous in the quiet of the room and you can’t help but choke out a moan , thighs squeezing either side of his head before you nod.

He shuts his eyes again and focuses back on his treat.

You cum.

The way he eases you through it isn’t kind, it’s indifferent. He doesn’t change his pace. Doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop when you’re doubled over his head, fists clamped down on the pillow and mouth hanging open as you pant for breath in between needy noises.

He just keeps going.

Your hips rock again and the chain digs uncomfortable into your skin where your leg is pressed to it and the reminder draws your eyes across the length of it to the other side of the mattress.

Your eyes meet brown ones. Wide open and unblinking.

Even in the dark of the room, even past the black eye and bruises, you can see the way Kira’s cheeks are flushed.

Kira scrunches up his face in a rictus of disgust and outrage and scorn.

He’s also hard.

“You wanted to know what L looks like satisfied?” You think to yourself, a grin splitting your face as you roll your head to the side to look directly at Kira, “I’ll show you a satisfied L, motherfucker.”

The pleasure hasn’t stopped, L’s attention unwavering as he pleases himself by pleasing you and you dig your fingers into his hair again, yanking hard until his lips pull away with a smack, and you force him to look you in the eye, though you’re briefly distracted by the sight of a string of your wetness still connecting the two of you, clinging to his mouth and chin.

“Need you inside baby.” You let your voice sound as wrecked as you feel.

Without breaking eye contact L let’s go of your thighs, reaching past you to shove the sweatpants he was sleeping in far enough down to expose his hard cock, a string of precum breaking away from the fabric as the wet skin of him is exposed, flushed nearly red and standing at full mast.

Kira makes a choked noise next to the two of you and you quickly move down L’s body, grabbing his cock and pressing the tip to your puffy, oversensitive cunt.

With your grip on his hair you don’t let him turn to look at the other murderer in his bed. You refuse to share his attention.

You have to ease yourself onto the tip of him slowly, your sensitivity heightened by the previous overstimulation and you whimper at the stretch.

L groans at the feeling and you grin again, taking pride in the sound.

Once you get the tip all the way in the rest of him is easy enough to take. You’re certainly wet enough as you drip down the length of his cock, easing the glide as you start to ride him.

“Feels so good when you fill me up baby.” You whisper, as if you’re unaware of your audience, and moan when you feel his cock throb inside of you at the pet name, “Only you stretch me this good.”

L moans at full volume at your words, seemingly not bothering to make the effort of pretending to respect Kira’s sleep. His hands come out, thin fingers singing into the flesh of your hips and you have to hold in a laugh as the chain yanks Kira’s arm closer to the two of you, an endeavor made easier when L lifts you up his cock, then drops you back down all at once, tearing the breath from your lungs in a throaty moan.

“Fuck- L!” You feel him shuffle beneath you as he braces his feet against the mattress and raises his knees, and in time with the next to him lifts your up his cock and drops you down, he fucks his hips up into you, filling you to the fucking brim.

You forget Kira after that.

“I’m stronger than I look.” You hear his words from before in your head and all you can think, all you can say, is “God yes, fuck yes, L, yes!”

And he keeps fucking you like that, using your body like it’s his own hand as he strokes his cock with you and you rock your hips to make your clit grind against his hips own when he’s got you pressed to the very base of him.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again.

And again.

And things go fuzzy after a while of this, of the drag out and the press in and the wet hot heat and the-

—-

In the morning when you wake up, L’s arms are around you and Kira is facing the other side of the room with his pillow over his head.

You can’t help but giggle at that, then sigh as you feel thin lips press to the back of your neck, “Good morning M.” 

Mine.

“Mmm. Morning baby.” You shift slightly, starting to turn to face him when you feel the wet drag inside your cunt, and you freeze, clenching down on something half hard and hearing L hiss behind you.

“Did… Did you stay inside me all night?”

“It was warm.” His voice is scratchier than normal from sleep and his nuzzles his face into your neck, heaving out a content sighs before curling his hips to press back in deeper.

“Holy shit, that’s so hot.”

Muffled by a pillow you distinctly hear the words, “Just kill me already.”

You cackle.

[nudityandnerdery]

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

Edit! It's been blazed by now. Thank you, though!

[noccolibroccoli]

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

[nattousan]

*doom music starts to play* I actually kindof like scheduling these kinds of appointments now...

but seriously Fellas, don't forget to schedule a pap smear every couple of years just in case. If you still have a cervix you can still get cervical cancer. ilu

this has been a psa

[sexygaywizard]

Healthcare issues reflected in yaoi ✊😔

[iamthetruestrepairman]

is anyone else constantly afraid they’ll be “caught” doing stuff they’re obviously allowed or even supposed to do

[spongebobssquarepants]

[vexwerewolf]

I genuinely think there was no greater insight into the modern Christian mindset than when the Pope said he very much hoped Hell was empty and he was absolutely hounded by both Catholics and Protestants outraged at the idea of a man who wanted a place of infinite suffering to have nobody in it.

[ryderdire]

Really interesting thing I glimpsed on rednote today

I think We- we’re developing international class consciousness 

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

I find it so funny, in light of TikTok’s imminent American demise, that even now they aren’t considering moving to tumblr. The last two social media refugee crises (Twitter -> X and whatever happened with Reddit) prompted a wave of wide-eyed new baffled tumblr users to flood this app and yet last I heard all of the tiktokers are flooding en-masse a Chinese social media app. That is entirely in Mandarin. Instead of moving to tumblr.

[theplaceicommitmysins]

18+ He’s The Next One: 2 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

Surprise! I'm not dead! And this is beta read!

No gendered language is used (Probably). The reader is described as wearing panties and heels.

Wordcount: 3k

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Teasing, Edging, Just The Tip, Also The Rest, Enemies To Lovers, Power Imbalance, Dubcon (Alcohol and lying was involved in the first chapter and this is a direct continuation), Penetrative Sex (Reader Receiving), Biting, The reader is a serial killer, Creampie, Semi-Public (Club Bathroom).

Summary/Excerpt: “Should you agree to the terms presented,” You hear a deep shaky breath behind you, “I will see to it that you will be minimally sentenced, and you will be tried with the understanding that you were mentally unwell for the duration of your crimes, believing yourself to have acted in self defense.”

You growl against his hand, fury sparking inside of you as you feel your nearing orgasm begin to slip, only to stop and hold your breath when he hooks his chin over your shoulder and whispers, inflection barely traceable in his voice but present, “Agree.”

For all that it’s a definitive statement, a command more than anything else, you can’t help but think he sounds desperate, like he’s begging.

And if sticking around means you might get to hear him beg for real?

Raising your hand you tap his wrist with two fingers and his grip eases, allowing you to get out the word, “Agreed.”

You aren’t sure exactly how things spiraled to this point with the frog. You were damn near ready to dissect him moments ago. Yet as L pins your wrists above your head with one hand, long fingers so pretty it’s not fair slip your panties to the side, the last thing on your mind is violence. Well, maybe not the last thing but it's not in the top ten. A string of slick connects the lips of your cunt and the crotch of your underwear, breaking off and sticking to the inside of your thigh as he shifts them to the side and rocks his hips against you, rutting until his cock head is pressed against your core.

“For fucks sake-” Your voice breaks at the end, scratchy and used, and with his face this close to yours you can make out the muscles where his eyebrows should have been twitch up as he asks…

“Frog in your throat?”

You are going to fucking end this little man.

But first you’ll need to finish him.

Shifting your hips, you rock down against him, pressing until you feel the dull ache of a slow stretch, the pretty pink tip of the frogs spit slicked cock teasing the opening of your cunt, only to be forced to a stand still as he crushes his weight against you, pinning you against the door.

If your legs weren’t otherwise occupied you’d be stomping your feet about now. For all that you can successfully stalk your prey you wouldn’t consider yourself a patient creature, preferring to get things done yourself as soon as possible and this pervert is denying you the cock kill you rightfully earned. “Just,” Your voice is still scratchy and you’ll be damned if there aren’t tears starting to build up at the corners of your eyes, “Fucking move already.”

You disdain the whine you can hear in your demand, loathe to secede any control but you can feel the steadying breath he takes as he pulls his hips back slightly until the head of him dips slightly out of your entrance before easing back in, slowly fucking himself inside of you.

Shallow thrusts press your entrance open over and over again, just the tip dipping into you and splitting your cunt wide as if the fucker thinks you need to be eased into this, the feeling forcing a needy whine from your mouth as you use the leg not taking your weight to pull his hips towards yours, rolling down and dragging him another inch deeper.

L grunts at the motion, clearing his throat as if to pass off the sound and remain disaffected but you grin a cheshire smile at him, not falling for his mask of indifference.

“So, L-”

“Ryuzaki,” He rudely cuts you off, voice starting to sound a bit strained as he eases another inch of his thick cock into your tight walls, the slick, vulgar sound of the way he presses his body into yours drawing even more heat to your cheeks. “It’s important to remain-nh- discreet in public.”

That startles a snort of a laugh out of you as you jerk your head forwards and to the side before he can react, nipping at his earlobe before trailing kisses down to the stretched out collar of his shirt while continuing to roll against him in a way that feels so fucking good yet so painfully unfulfilling. You unconsciously twist your wrists in his hold as your body demands you be a more active participant, breaking off from the bruises you’re sucking into his ghastly, ghostly, pale skin only long enough to purr out, “Discreet, huh? Nn-Noted.”

Sharp, breathy huffs leave his parted lips as he continues to roll his hips against yours, rocking up against you like he had on the dance floor as he eases he cock deeper and deeper, making you tip up onto your toes to try to get the leverage to rock yourself down and take more of his length inside. For as much as you want this, to fuck and to feel, you need information and he's vulnerable right now so you ask, attempting and failing at his same tone of indifference, “How- Ahn- How exactly am I su- Mmn- Supposed to catch Kir-ahhn-”

L drops your wrists, bringing both his hands to your waist and he drags your hips down towards him forcing the last few inches of his cock into you at once, slamming you to the base of him where he’s thickest and holding you there as he pants into your neck, spit clinging to your skin from parted lips as he finds his words, “I will be bringing you into the team as a consultant in the relevant field.”

You’re glad to have your hands free, needing one to cling to the side of the stall, holding you up, and the other to cover your mouth as your cunt clenches down on the sudden intrusion. He feels thicker between your legs than he did between your lips and the stretch of your muscles as he all but splits you open has you gasping short little breaths into your hand to keep any too loud sounds inside.

Beyond the muffled thump of the bass from the club music, and the ragged breaths of your the frog against your neck as he gathers his composure the bathroom is eerily quiet. So much so that you manage to hear a very soft sound.

A single drip.

Rolling your head back and to the side, whining when L takes this as and opportunity to latch onto the skin of your throat and bite down, not nearly as gently as lovers in the past had done, you look down to see the place where the two of you are joined, the pink of his cock flushed a darker color, the hideous fluorescent lights catching on the spit and slick and pre-cum and- You watch as a drop of your mixed mess slowly drips off in a long strand before breaking and falling to the floor of the restroom.

Your cunt clamps down again and you moan as you press your hand harder against your mouth, wondering passively if you’ll have finger shaped bruises to cover in the morning.

Wondering if they’ll be yours or his.

The feeling of you suddenly wrapping tighter around him as he tries to gather himself plucks at one of his strings of self control, and with a grunt L pulls out halfway, leaving you mostly full, but whining at the retreat before using the grip on your hips to pull you back down to him. The wet slide and slap of flesh on flesh is terribly loud in the empty bathroom, and it draws all of your focus to the spot between you and the way he slides into your cunt like he owns it.

He’s kissing your neck again and your voice hitches in your throat, feeling where his lips press against the rapidly bruising skin and shuddering as a hum passes through his lips, “Fu-uck-”, It’s hard to banter like this, hard to cling to your wit and find a witty reposte as this man, this frog, fucks into you, carves a space for himself as if he has the goddamn right.

I didn’t even get to sit on his face. Yet.

You mentally scramble to remember what you were talking about, what he said, as he rearranges your insides in a public restroom, trying to keep your eyes from rolling as the steady stroke of his cock, and fuck it’s a pretty cock, lavishes the inside of your cunt. The wetness of your pussy cuts down on the friction, only making you more desperate. It takes more than a few foggy moments of skin against skin and dripping sweat, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises, and so much heat built up between the two of you, but you eventually manage to quip out a broken, “That better hn-not be how you phra- se it to the cops.”

His lips break away from your skin and his response begins with a cut off moan, and he pauses to take a breath before licking a stripe up your throat, starting as low as he can on your chest and nibbling when he reaches your jaw, before managing to get out, “I wouldn’t worry.” His voice is getting raspy and you feel his chest heave against your own, as he tries to catch his breath and maintain his pace, and his train of thought at the same time, “For all that my team is good at take- taking…” His eyes flutter shut and you note that for later, “… orders, I find initiative is something- mmn- that they struggle with. They won’t deduce anything I don’t spell out for them.” The emphasis he places on ‘I’ is decidedly smug, not in his tone but in the way he drags it out, in the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips, shiny with spit and why aren’t you kissing him?

Like this his lips are nearly as pretty as the tip of his cock, flushed a similar shade of pink, and you lean in and his eyes flick down to your lips, expression slightly softening as he realizes your intentions.

Only for his hips to twitch, and a squeak of a noise to be torn out from his throat as you bite down on his lower lip hard enough to bruise, before sucking it into your mouth and laving your tongue against the indents to ease the pain.

You take a small bit of satisfaction and the way he has to pause, to pull away and gasp for breath like the air in the room has gone thin. You track the bob of his Adams apple as he swallows between gasps, eyes looking a little glassy as they lock with yours, expression flat save for the flush on his cheeks and ears. He can try to pretend to be unaffected all he likes but when you intentionally squeeze your cunt around his cock again, nearly knocking your own breath out from the feeling of being so goddamn full, his knees shake and he lets go of your waist to slam a hand next to your head and brace himself.

L brings his face nearly to yours, flat brown eyes, or maybe black, that don’t seem to catch any of the awful lighting in the bathroom boring into your own as he says, “You will be moved into the task force headquarters where you will remain- uhn-under my w-atch for the duration of the Kira-ah case. Should I have any reason to believe that you…” his eyes flutter shut and he fucks a particularly hard thrust into you, the sound of the stall door slamming into the latch as you’re fucked harder against it making you flinch, before he’s back to gazing into your eyes, unnervingly, “… would assist Kira, the arrangement will be ter- mmn- inated, and you will be arrested for your- hah- previous crimes.”

You drop your hand from your mouth and after pressing your lips against his ear, while moaning feverishly, you damn nearly drool out “Re-mmn-membered what you ca-ame here for, L?” The words are stuttering and halting as his thrusts become sharper and shorter, angling up to hit the front walls of your cunt, the pressure making you dizzy as you struggle for air, a tightness that’s been slowly winding up inside of your pulsing in time with his thrusts, vision starting to blur and ears ringing.

His mouth drops open the moment you call him L, eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerk against you twice out of rhythm before he shoves himself back from you, pulling his dick from your pussy and a whimper from your throat. Quickly the sound twists into a gasp as he grabs your hips and turns you around, shoving you back against the door with a bang as he lines his cock up again, shoving the tip against you hard enough to press in only to hiss and pull back out with a shaky breath.

He’s still gripping your hips, fingers shaking where they dig in against the soft flesh there and the sound of his open mouth panting behind you fills the room.

“Goddamnit- L-”

One of the hands at your hips lets go, snapping up to wrap around the bottom half of your face in a tight grip, silencing you., “Should you agree to the terms presented,” You hear a deep shaky breath behind you, “I will see to it that you will be minimally sentenced, and you will be tried with the understanding that you were mentally unwell for the duration of your crimes, believing yourself to have acted in self defense.”

You growl against his hand, fury sparking inside of you as you feel your nearing orgasm begin to slip, only to stop and hold your breath when he hooks his chin over your shoulder and whispers, inflection barely traceable in his voice but present, “Agree.”

For all that it’s a definitive statement, a command more than anything else, you can’t help but think he sounds desperate, like he’s begging.

And if sticking around means you might get to hear him beg for real?

Raising your hand you tap his wrist with two fingers and his grip eases, allowing you to get out the word, “Agreed.”

The you shove your hips back against him, forcing the head of his cock to push your dripping cunt open again, and reveling in the grunt he lets out, more than a little proud of how steady your voice comes out as you say, “Now make me cum or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

You feel a shaky breath against your neck and the shifting of his head as he nods before sinking his cock all the way into you in one long stroke. The sound of your sweaty skin pressing together makes a shudder roll through your body, your back arching into his chest as he lets his free hand fall to your shoulder, before digging in harshly and dragging you back onto his cock in time with a sharp thrust;, driving a choked off scream out of you.

His pace is relentless, and when you let your head drop, moving with the motions of his fucking and just relaxing around him, letting the stimulation build back up, you can’t help but notice the shitty trainers he’s still got his feet half stuck into and grin.

You still might kill him for that alone.

The pressure in between your thighs is building in waves as L lets out grunts with each hard buck into your dripping pussy and you let one hand drop down between your legs, the tips of two fingers brushing against the hood of your poor neglected clit only to have the hand smacked away.

L had let go of your hip and replaced your hand with his, the pads of his fingers, slick with your combined cum, rubbing frantically from side to side over top of your slit, making your jerk and twitch and cry out at the sudden onslaught of sensation. L doesn’t seem to care, enjoys the reaction even if his unrestrained moan is anything to go by, and it’s that sound, the sounds of the threads of his composure definitively snapping that caused the build up of tension at the base of your spine to release.

You cream on his cock, clenching arhythmically around him as your hips jerk intermittently away and towards the sensation, mouth hanging open and eyes screwing shut as the repeated build up and subsequent denial is finally, finally, over and you let yourself go boneless on his cock. You earned this orgasm and you decide to shove aside and compartmentalize the background radiation of surprise you feel that it’s the frog who gave it to you. You let yourself float in the moment as you find both of L’s arms moving to wrap around your waist and hold you up as he continues to fuck into you from behind, grounding you and sinking his teeth into your neck right before you feel the sensation of warmth spilling deep in your cunt, timed perfectly with his suddenly imperfect thrusts.

With a last cry of pleasure he pulls away from your neck and stumbles back against the toilet, down onto the seat, taking you with him to land in his lap. Both of you grunt on impact.

L’s arms stay wrapped around your waist as you both take a moment to rest, your eyes shut and chest heaving as your breath and heart rate slow, coming down from your mutual high. The feeling of his cock slipping out of you as he softens draws a hiss from you, the sensation unpleasant as a result of your overstimulation, only to feel him twitch against you again, not quite getting hard but definitely expressing interest.

You blink your eyes open sleepily and turn your head to look at him, then follow the path of his eyes down to where you were previously joined, a little inhale audible from you as you take in the sight of his cum slowly dripping out from your puffy, soaking wet, abused pussy.

“Fuck.” You whisper, tensing up when you feel a soft kiss placed against the side of your neck and feel the arms around your waist tighten.

“Not to worry. Watari will acquire emergency contraceptives after he’s finished collecting your things.”

“Who- Wait, after what?”

Flat, dark, empty eyes lock with yours as you turn to face him, “As previously stated you will be moved to task force headquarters. I presumed you would want your possessions with you so I have taken the liberty of having them retrieved.”

“But… I just agreed! You couldn’t have known-”

The frog interrupts you again, this time by holding a cell phone up in front of your face, pinched between thumb and forefinger.

On the screen is a text message consisting of three emojis to someone listed as W.

A thumbs up. A pill. A baby.

Read.

You are going to kill this goddamn frog if it’s the last thing you do.

Bonus with permission from my beta:

[vimbry-moved]

[bugsinthebayou]

cunty sukuna

[twentythousandvolts]

early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind