#I hope there are no typos.

[js4440]

Robert "Bob" Floyd/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: 18+, Barebacking, Jake and Bradley as exes, Bob is used like a plaster.

A/N: I posted it to AO3 too. You can support me there.

The Unexpected Invitation

Summary:

Jake has recently broken up with Bradley and Bob busts Jake in the bathroom.

The Sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a gentle glow through the windows of the small house. Inside, the sounds of running water echoed through the quiet hallway, signaling the end of a long day. Bob, a young aviator with blond hair, moved through the house with a sense of purpose. He had come to Jake's place to on behalf of his ex-boyfriend Bradley, but Jake was nowhere to be found.

"Jake?" Bob called out, his voice broke the silence. He wandered through the rooms, his curiosity piqued. The sound of water grew louder as he approached the bathroom door, which was ajar. Steam was carrying the faint scent of Jake's favorite soap.

Bob hesitated, feeling guilt for intruding on his best friend's ex-boyfriend's privacy. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he gently pushed the door open a little further. Inside, he saw Jake sitting in the tub, water was cascading over his tanned body. The sight was mesmerizing, and Bob found himself unable to look away.

"Hey, Bob! What are you doing?" Jake's voice was filled with surprise but not anger. He had noticed his friend's presence and turned slightly, water droplets were glistening on his muscled skin.

Bob blushed furiously, feeling caught. "I... I was looking for you. Didn't mean to intrude. I'll just—"

Jake's lips curved into a playful grin. "No need to be shy, Bob. I just want to learn. This door was ajar, but how did you manage to enter the house itself?

"I-I got the keys from Bradley."

"Want to join me?"

Bob didn't believe he heard it correctly. "E-Excuse me?" he sweated.

"There's plenty of room. When Bradley used to visit; he used to immediately join me, you know." Jake's tone was casual, almost as though he was inviting Bob to play a video game or watch a movie.

Bob's heart raced. The invitation was unexpected, and he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. "A-Are you serious?" he asked, trying to judge if Jake was joking. "I-I mean he was your boyfriend. Of course he'd join you."

"You're not my boyfriend, so what? It's just a shower. Besides, it'll be fun." Jake's grin widened, and he reached out, splashing Bob playfully with some water.

"Jake, s-stop!"

But let alone stopping, Jake pulled Bob, held him in his strong arms, and placed him into the bathtub without seemingly any effort. Bob had all his clothes on, the water was everywhere, and Jake was laughing uncontrollably.

Bob couldn't help feeling some of the tension was melting away. "Aight, you get what you want always."

"What do you mean?"

"You're so rude... Don't give a damn to what others think..."

Jake was watching Bob carefully as he was removing his glasses; but his fingers were trembling slightly.

"You have nice eyes," he said, as a kind of apology. "Can I unbutton your shirt?"

"Why?"

"Thought you couldn't see without your specs, and needed my help."

"My fingers are still working," Bob said, angrily. Jake watched him, his expression was encouraging and free of judgment.

As Bob stripped down to his boxers, he hesitated again. Because Jake's eyes had met his, Bob understood what the Heck he was doing. "Come on, Bob. The water's hot, you shouldn't stay with your boxers on."

Bob nodded shyly, finally shedding the last of his clothes. The sensation he felt on his dick was both soothing and electrifying. But that sensation was not due to the water... It was due to Jake's stare.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jake asked, as if his eyes weren't examining Bob's dick.

"Yeah, it does," Bob replied, letting the water wash over him... He glanced at Jake, their eyes were locked for a moment that seemed to be forever.

"So, what brings you here?" Jake asked, reaching for a bottle of shampoo and squeezing some into his hand. "What does that dick who dumped me want from ne, now?"

"Well, he'd left some things here; wants me to pick 'em up," Bob explained. "I didn't expect to find you here, though."

Jake chuckled, his voice was light and carefree. "Well, you found me anyway. And now we're here, together." He applied the shampoo to his own hair, some foam was dripping down his neck. "Want me to wash your hair too?"

Bob was caught off guard by the offer. "Jake, I'm not Bradley."

"I'm not flirting with you. I'll be single for a looong while after Bradley, anyways..."

With these words, Bob turned his back to Jake, feeling both strangeness and vulnerability. Jake's fingers were gentle but firm as they worked the shampoo into Bob's hair. The sensation was oddly intimate, and Bob closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. "You know," Jake started, his voice was thoughtful, "I've always felt comfortable around you, Bob. Like I can be myself."

Bob smiled, though Jake couldn't see it. "I'm glad," Bob finally said. Then, a long silence stretched between them as they each lost themselves in their own thoughts. The only sound came from the gentle water against the tub's sides.

"You wouldn't leave me, Bob, would you?" Jake asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Bob said, honestly. "I never had a relationship before. Don't understand this relationship drama at all. Straight or gay. Doesn't make sense to me."

"You're telling me you're a virgin? That's unbelievable!"

"Go ahead and make fun of me. That's what, all the time. Thought I could show all my skills as a pilot and never encounter this question again: Are you a virgin? Or, 'You never kissed anyone?' Heck, yes! I never kissed anyone. Girl or boy. Got what you wanted?"

"Hold your horses," Jake replied with a grin. "I know it's a bit frustrating to feel like an incel. But lemme tell you it's okay. Not everyone has to lose their virginity. People give it too much of a meaning."

"Easy for you to say."

"Then I'll take the virginity of your lips. Deal?"

Bob's eyes widened in surprise; but there was a slow smile, spreading across his face.

"I don't mind. But can I start?"

"Sure," Jake turned him with his strong arms again, and watched as Bob quickly placed a kiss on his lips. It was so fast it didn't even make a sound. 

"Oh my God, I did it," he was smiling.

"Are you an idiot? That lasted for a millisecond. That does not count!" he gently pressed his lips against Bob's. The kiss was soft and hesitant, Jake stopped to have some breath. 

"Why didn't you close your eyes, Bob?"

"I thought that only happens in movies."

"You're a total idiot, I knew that."

"Then why did you keep your own eyes open?!"

"Why do you think, I'm your teacher. It's like asking a teacher why they hold the answer key. Now let's try again. Close your eyes. I'll do the same, to be fair."

This time, the kiss was more passionate. Jake was indeed a good kisser. Bob's body trembled with desire as Jake's tongue danced across his lips. He had never felt anything like this before. It was electrifying, exhilarating, and utterly forbidden.

"Bradley's one lucky guy," Bob whispered, his voice was inevitably husky with longing.

"Used to be," Jake said. Their bodies still pressed together, creating a symphony of heat and pleasure. Jake's hands reached around Bob's neck, pulling him closer for a third kiss.

"Jake, we need to stop," Bob breathed.

"Why? Don't you enjoy it?"

"I do, that's the problem."

The water had suddenly grown cold for Jake, but he didn't want to let go of Bob's embrace.

"You're afraid you'll fall in love with me."

"I don't wanna be hurt."

"I won't ever hurt you," Jake's fingers traced Bob's smooth skin, sending shivers of delight coursing through his body. His lips danced along Bob's chest, igniting a fire within him. Bob could feel Jake's cock hardening under him, and he surrendered... Jake's cock easily filled his hole, with the help of the water. It was so passionate, Bob's cries of ecstasy were echoing through the empty bathroom. He'd never guess how the evening would unfold, upon doing Bradley a favor. He felt like he was stealing his best friend's ex-boyfriend. But as Jake's big hands grabbed his bubble hips under the water, helping him descending and ascending on Jake's cock, the world outside melted away... There were only the two of them. The intense feelings made Bradley and everyone else disappear. 

As Bob felt the first cums in his hole, Jake brought his index finger to his lips as an, "It's okay..." Jake did not carry any viruses in his body. Bradley and he had never touched anyone else. They were both clean, there was nothing Jake could infect a virgin Bob with.

Without removing his cock from him, Jake started rubbing Bob's dick. Bob came loudly, and Jake was exhausted but utterly content.

"That was... incredible," he whispered. "I'd never felt anything like this with Bradley."

Bob smiled but said: "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be. It's just, I never thought you could feel this much hot," Jake said.

"Me neither," Bob replied. "I feel so guilty when I think of Bradley. But I don't feel any regret. I'm so glad that you..."

"That I... fucked you?"

Bob nodded, blushing even more furiously.

"You don't have to be shy anymore," said Jake. "We fucked. And I had the most pleasure. You can't either deny how your asshole enjoyed my cock."

Jake's dirty language forced Bob to kiss him to shut him up, it was a tender kiss filled with love.

"I promised I'd never hurt you," said Jake. "And I want to keep doing that. Can I be your boyfriend, Bob?"

"You can't have fallen in love with me immediately."

"I don't know," Jake said honestly. "But I am sure I want to be with you."

Bob smiled. "I'm not ready to tell Bradley any of this."

Jake, instead of replying, got out of the bathtub, and helped Bob get out too... He wrapped him in warm towels. As they made their way out of the bathroom, Jake reached for Bob's hand.

"Come on," he said. "Let's do it once more in the bed."

Bob didn't answer. But the idea of feeling Jake's cock inside him, this time as boyfriends, turned him on again. They walked together into Jake's bedroom, their hearts were filled with a sense of renewed desire. Jake got rid of Bob's cloak quickly, and pushed him onto the bed. 

"I love you," was the last thing he told him, looking Bob deep in the eye, before pushing his cock harshly into the sweet ass of Bob.

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[magicomens]

First >> Prev

I could say that realizing every artist's dream of completing a project like this wasn't easy, and while it's true, I must thank you all once again for encouraging me with your sweet comments and messages. It's thanks to you that a one-part punchline became a full 202 pages (!!!) story.

Now that it's over and if you still aren't tired of my shenanigans, you can follow my main blog (and see my yearly Snowlin Halloween illustration soon!).

As for the Magic Omens AU, please give me a moment to catch my breath and I'll start preparing the digital release (with bonus drawings) that will be downloadable from kofi!

To the Merlin fans who are keeping the fandom alive, to the Good Omens fans (I'm sure the 90 minutes finale will be great, even if we won't get a full season! stay hopeful!!) and to the fans of both shows for constantly enabling my silly idea,

thank you! <3

[roppiepop]

Who’s coming to the cookout?

[marmastry]

Cold feet and warm hands

gimme KOFI if u enjoyed it!

[mercymaker]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 COMPANIONS: A meme summary (insp.)

[dunmeshistash]

Shuro's Retainers and the flowers from their nicknames

I really wanted to see what these flowers look like so I compiled some information about them. I tried to find the best info I could but it might not be 100% accurate (Things like flower language can vary and I couldn't find much in English)

Maizuru

Real Name: Iyo Flower: Maizurusou (マイヅルソウ) English name: Snakeberry, False Lily Of The Valley Scientific name: Maianthemum dilatatum Flower Language (Hanakotoba): The face of a innocent girl

Hien

Real Name: Naka Flower: Hiensou (ヒエンソウ) English name: Doubtful Knight's Spur Scientific name: Consolida ajacis Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Lightness, cheerfulness, free-spirited living

Benichidori

Real Name: Matsu Flower: Benichidori (紅千鳥) English name: Japanese plum Scientific name: Prunus mume, Armeniaca mume Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Nobility, Loyalty, Elegance

Inutade

Real Name: Hijouhi Flower: Inutade (イヌタデ) English name: Bristled Knotweed Scientific name: Persicaria longiseta Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Reliant, Depedant, "I want to be helpful"

Asebi

Real Name: Unknown, Izutsumi Flower: Asebi (アセビ) English name: Japanese Andromeda, Japanese Pieris Scientific name: Pieris japonica Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Dedication, Always with you, "I want to go traveling with you"

[enderpawu]

walking through the city and dying inside ! (hes so real for that)

this time wanted to make more of a comic cus i am silly like that :3 also for anyone who doesnt know, this is for my hc au! its called "time magic" and if u like this then consider checking out my page, still a work in progress but arent we all.

[the-meme-monarch]

edit: woe finished version upon ye here⬅️

YAY im either. 1/3 or 1/2 way though now i think

delilah and shrimpo are my favorite characters. the animatic is Not about Either of them but I kinda didn’t want to just post the video on its own since it’s Not Done Yet

[aleixis]

isagi's the sweetest bf ever, and never forgets to get you flowers on anniversaries !!

even though he's stuck in blue lock, he always makes sure to deliver flowers to your house when the one year mark comes around <3 he'll spend the little free time he has on his phone, scouring through the collection of flowers at shops near your house and nearly dropping his phone on his face out of shock for how high shipping is, but he'll endure through !

he'll even consult the opinions of his fellow teammates, taking every chance he has to shove his phone into hiori or kurona's face, asking what they thought of a different shade of pink for the 4th time in a row. they might be a tiny bit sick of him constantly fawning over you, him constantly talking about you to them, but that doesn't mean he'll ever stop; over his dead body he wouldn't.

with the ring of a doorbell, you find a delivery worker with a large bouquet of multi-colored tulips on your doorstep. he asks, "from an isagi yoichi?" you smile in response, thanking him and taking the bouquet into your arms. the bouquet came with a small note attached, reading, "roses are red, violets are blue, no matter what flower, i choose you!"

bonus — your parents constantly tease you for the comically large bouquet you got from yoichi, and you still have no clue how he had the money to buy and ship a bouquet of that size !!

taglist : @why2277 @koffeekat @skullvgirl @saioratral @fishii28

[puckinghischier]

drunk sex with quinn???

oh miss girl he would be all over you!!!

he’d be complaining of whiskey dick (that man drinks whiskey for sure!)

but he wouldn’t let that stop anything. bc he wouldn’t actually have whiskey dick. he’d be ready to go always. he’d go slow and sensual when you’re both drunk, wanting to savor the sensations in his inebriated body.

he’d be super handsy when he’s drunk too, always touching you.

he’d slide in and out of you, worshiping every inch of your body. he’d be so vocal, letting you know how good you feel. your hazy state would only bring you to your release faster, but he’d be worried he was being too sloppy, too worried about how it feels for you.

afterwards? you’d both crash. you’d wake up in the morning with him still inside of you, the come down hitting so hard and fast that he wouldn’t even have time to pull out before he was falling asleep. but you loved the feeling of waking up full with him, so you definitely can’t complain

[goomyloid]

⚠ major ghost trick spoilers!

why won't you look at me?

[starrystevie]

eddie’s going on a tinder date with a cute guy named steve.

he likes his freckles, brown eyes and cheeky grin. they don’t have much in common but the conversations they have in the app messages flows suspiciously easily. he’s a bit in love and antsy at the table as he watches the door anxiously for his date.

he sees person after person walk into the bar and his beer is dripping condensation onto his hand as he grips it, nerves shooting through the roof. eddie glances at the table and then back up to the door when a guy walks in and if eddie wasn’t waiting for his date, he’d want to go talk to him.

he’s cute, hot even, floppy brown hair and a charming grin, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looks around the bar. his shirt clings to him in just the right way and his jeans fit him a bit too perfectly. eddie can’t help but stare and then the guy is staring back while he waves, ducking his head as he walks over.

“hey, eddie,” the man breathes out, his cheeks tinged pink from the wind. “sorry i'm late. parking was a bitch.”

and eddie’s confused. because this guy has brown eyes but not the ones he expected. freckles that are more spread out and distinct, trailing down to his neck instead of blanketing his face. his smile is perfect and he’s looking at eddie like he knows him. eddie’s a bit stunned, gaping at the guy with a slack jaw, because he’d remember someone as handsome as him if they’d met before.

“…hi?” he says like it's a question, taking a sip of his beer to do something with his hands.

he watches as the man’s eyebrows crease in confusion and the way his shirt stretches over his chest as he takes off his jacket. “it’s- i’m steve? you are eddie, right?”

eddie can feel his own eyebrows raising, wiping off his damp hand to fish his phone out of his pocket. he quickly finds steve’s profile, ignoring the messages they've sent each other over the past weeks that leave his stomach filled with butterflies, and pulls up the profile picture steve uploaded.

looking at it closely, he glances at who he thinks is steve, at the freckles dusting over his face and the toothy grin he's flashing at the camera. he's not exactly they type eddie usually goes for, but he's witty and sweet and knows about dnd, apparently, so what's not to love?

but then he looks at the other person in the picture that's slightly out of focused next to ‘steve’. looks at the two moles stark on the side of his neck, his pink tinted cheeks. the floopy brown hair and the pretty brown eyes and-

“steve?!” eddie exclaims, looking between the man in front of him and the picture on his phone. “you’re steve?”

the guy- steve- grins sheepishly, leaning on his elbows over the table to look at eddie’s eyes phone. he’s close, too close, close enough that eddie wants to-

“ohh,” he says and scratches at the back oh his head, eyes downturned with a blush trailing up his neck. “yeah, maybe i shouldn’t have used a group photo for a dating app.”

“so who did i think you were?”

their eyes meet and even in the dim bar light, eddie finds himself falling into the specks of green he sees. steve looks at the phone quickly then back up with a smirk. “my best friend, tommy. he’s kind of an asshole, though. you’re better off with me.”

“is that so?” eddie leans back, taking a sip of his beer, and really takes in his date that he now knows is steve. his toned arms, his broad shoulders, his pretty pink cheeks and pretty pink lips.

“what, are you disappointed?”

steve smiles gently and it lights up his face in a way eddie isn’t expecting. between the way he looks in a dingy bar and the way talking with steve is easier than any date he’s had before, he can’t imagine what disappointment he could ever possibly feel knowing that his date is who he is.

suddenly there’s a foot hooking around his ankle and it sends goosebumps tingling up his spine. steve’s smile softens just a bit and eddie can feel himself mirroring it back, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“i don’t think disappointed’s the right word.”

crossposted on twitter!

[meyousing]

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’re used to light being distant, so when he decides to lay the affection on heavy and proposes a new idea to you at the same time, you’re helplessly intrigued. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: nsfw, yandere light yagami x reader, idk if this matters to say right off the bat but you’re wearing a skirt :] also mentions of death like always lol but none fr! alsoalso this idea has probably been done to death by now but to be fair I started this A YEAR AGO!! pls enjoy despite that lol ily <3

“What is it?” his eyes sharpened as they narrowed at you from across the room, voice laced with blatant boredom. That was what you told yourself anyway, truly hoping that it was boredom and not annoyance because the look he always gave you at times like this made you cave in on yourself, instantly regretting whatever you had done to be such a bother. All that you were doing now was laying idly on his bed, legs swinging out of habit as you were on your stomach and flipping through a magazine that he had given as a pacifier. Maybe he knew that you were actually keeping your eyes on him this entire time, rather than the sheets before you.

“What do you mean?” playing dumb never worked with Light, but you would always do it anyway. It could provide a delay of the inevitable if nothing else. 

You heard the tap of his pen as he dropped it on his desk, followed by the soft thud of his notebook closing before he stood from his chair. A regular notebook, you noticed, thankfully.

“Trying to outsmart me again?”

Right, his interpretation of your playing dumb was much less simple than what you intended to get across. Of course, he knew that you knew better, so your deception was instead seen as defiance; a flaunt of superiority. 

“Of course not,” you shut your magazine, sliding it to the side of the bed and cringing when it slid off of the bed, crumpling up in an ironically tense pile on the floor. Surely Light wasn’t too attached to it, as he merely spared it a passing glance before casting his eyes upon you once more. Then he began to approach, making you swallow a newfound lump in your throat as you scampered back to sit up on your haunches. 

“Then what is it?” he leaned over you, his hands resting at your sides with your faces inches apart. His breath was slow through his nose, soft and cold as each exhale blew onto the tip of your nose. 

How to tell him that the stupid magazine didn’t pacify you at all, that only his attention could soothe you? And how embarrassing it could get if you admitted to the exact type of attention that you needed. 

He began leaning closer as your mind raced, thinking of a different possible answer, but then it went entirely blank as he was close enough to brush his lips over yours. Tantalizingly, the gentlest nudge and he only did it once before pulling back slightly, you could have missed it had your brain continued thinking so hard. The sensation nearly made you crumble, a chill shooting down your spine as you inhaled and resisted the urge to wet your now trembling lips, focusing on maintaining your posture. He knew how to break you, you didn’t want him to see it happen this soon.

“Nothing” was all you could say without simply blabbering out every dirty thought plaguing your mind.

“You never stare at me like that for nothing,” he said pointedly, even adding a cheeky but very slight tilt of his head. Had your stare really been so obvious? You truly did try to be subtle. Either way, you found it humorous how he could go from cold with seemingly deadened emotions to a teaser within minutes. Finding it humorous helped you cope with how scary you knew he could be. 

With the lightest shove to his chest you could muster alongside a bashful turn of your head, you tried creating some space between yourselves to alleviate the fast beating of your heart.

“Really, it’s nothing. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work…” Your hand lingered on his chest after the little push, kneading the material of his shirt idly as you hoped this excuse would suffice. This mannerism alone proved the opposite of your hopes to him. 

When the full press of his lips fell upon yours in a genuine kiss this time, you knew that you had failed. Even more so when you subconsciously deepened it with a lean closer, making your grip on his shirt firmer to keep him from moving away. Though it seemed he had no intention of doing so, instead easing you down to lay your back against his mattress, crawling over you as soon as you were horizontal. 

This kiss, unlike all of his others which would be quick and half-assed–your lips barely meeting before he was already turning his head away to tend to some other matter–was compassionate. One of his hands found the side of your face and he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, his other fingers which became entangled in your hair from the placement were massaging your scalp soothingly. The sensation lulled you and had you sinking even deeper into his bed while pulling him along with you, your fingertips meeting at the back of his neck and fiddling with the ends of his hair. While this kiss was unusual, it was not unwelcome. 

You didn’t know that there would be a catch to this sudden affection.

You could feel Light smirking against you, his entire aura darkening once he did, so much that you could feel it–and your reaction to such a peculiarity was communicated with a tensing of your shoulders. Upon sensing this, Light was quick to groan and prod his tongue against your bottom lip, which surprised you further and allowed him to invade your mouth. The intimate sound he let out and the way he just seemed so infatuated with you right now had your heart racing. 

This moment ended almost as quickly as it started though, he pulled away from you and nudged his nose against yours. You tried not to show your disappointment, but you knew that it must have been obvious when a frown graced your lips. 

“I want to try something.”

This could go in any direction. He was always so unpredictable, mood changing on a dime whether it was for better or worse. 

“What’s that?” you asked with a small voice, indicative of your anxiety about the unknown. You were already playing right into his hands.

“I want to reward you for being so obedient.”

A reward? Who is this and what has he done with your Light?!

His hand on your cheek rubbed it once more before he lifted himself off of you, steadying himself with hands on your waist as he did. You remained in your place, only watching with your eyes as he leaned over to reach into his desk and a drawer.

The drawer.

You turned your head with a gulp as you watched him retrieve his arm, now holding the dreaded notebook that you had tried to shield yourself from, trying to stay ignorant for the sake of keeping your relationship peaceful with the man you couldn’t help but love. 

“So long as your obedience remains the same, you’ll be rewarded. We’re going to test it right now.” 

He placed the book by your hand which had fallen to your side once he moved, putting his pen between your loose fingers and adjusting it until it stayed still there without tipping over. Your limbs had frozen, so it was no tough feat for him. You were shocked even further when Light’s expression altered somewhat once he actually took notice of how tense you were. Last you could remember, he couldn’t care less when your discomfort was so obvious. 

“It really is going to be rewarding for you. Don’t you trust me?”

He always had to ask you that. How much more obvious could you be about your unequivocal devotion to him, your infinite trust? You’d been by his side all this time, yet he would still ask, nearly daily, most commonly before asking you to do something that you didn’t want to do. As if anyone else would remain with him when finding out his secret, and he still doubted you.

“You know I do.” You murmured, fingers twitching around the cold pen in your grasp. 

“Then at least hear me out” he chuckled dryly, not with any sense of legitimate humour. You tried to be subtle as you swallowed the lump in your throat, having heard such an impatient laugh come from him countless times before.

“This won’t be going away any time soon,” he patted the notebook, “and I can tell that you won’t be either. I mean, as long as you keep following along with me, here.” He glimpsed at you differently then, as if his eyes were asking you to challenge that statement.

You only nodded. Light grinned.

“Good.”

His fingers moved to peel open the book, and you glanced away from it as he skimmed past so many pages that were filled from margin to margin with names. The crisp sounds of paper brushing together stopped once he found a blank one.  

Your eyes stayed on him, and you could feel some burning bile churn and slosh around in your gut as a little smirk pulled at his lips. His eyes darkened when they met yours.

His free hand, which was out of your line of sight, traced the waistband of your skirt. You flinched slightly in surprise, and Light’s smirk widened as he leaned closer to you.

“Write your name.”

Despite being unmoving already, you froze even further, stiffening like a stone and watching him desperately, trying to detect any hint of jesting in his demand. But the wickedness surrounding Light was unrelenting; he meant what he said. 

“What?” you asked quietly, needing to hear it again to really believe that he meant it.

“Start writing your name. Trust me, won’t you?” 

“I-I do–”

“I know. So do it.” Light’s tone was more firm now. 

You could only hold your breath when your eyes flitted over to your hand, your fingers readjusting the pen as you tried to point it toward the paper. The book itself felt alive, you could sense its unreal gaze–like it was taunting you, mocking and laughing at you, tempting you to write, and calling you a coward if you dared to show any hesitation because it shouldn’t be that hard. 

Having been with Light for so long now, you fully understood the notebook’s functionality. Knowing that, would it really be so crazy if you were being a coward about this? 

“Any time now, love” Light’s voice became impatient, and when you looked up at him, his kneeling posture was equivalent to being on the edge of his seat. He looked like he could implode had you made it this far and chose to back out now, he was so eager. You’d hate to disappoint him, even if his little pet name for you was clearly insincere.

Your body went cold and numb once you pushed the tip of the pen against the page, watching the smallest droplet of dark ink soak into the lines. Your hand remained stagnant following this, and you spared a short glance up at Light, noting how his eyes were stuck on the pen. You took in a breath, holding it and letting your lungs fill so you’d become a little lightheaded–a little less aware of this horrible reality–before moving further with utmost reluctance to drag the tool, lining the shape of the first letter in your name.

You could hear Light exhaling as you finally did. You couldn’t let out that breath of your own just yet. Maybe your cause of death would be suffocation, then.

Your focus was ripped away from the note in an instant once you felt a cold fingertip trace over your clit from above your panties, making your body jolt as you met eyes with Light. He wasn’t looking at you yet, only doing so once you stopped writing. 

“Go on. I’m staying true to my word.” To emphasize this, he pressed down against your clit again, his push firm but gentle–leaving you on the cusp of craving more as the sensation gave you chills, yet also sent heat through your lower half. 

So pathetically, that small second of pleasure was enough to incentivize a continuation, and you managed to finish printing that very first letter. 

“Good…”

He resumed what he had been doing, gently circling your bud and using the advantage of that added layer from your panties to optimize the friction; encouraging you. You could feel the way that you were starting to get wet, soaking the material and only making such movements smoother for Light. 

You paused as the feeling grew slightly more intense, coping, and your pause made Light do the same. You two were playing a little game, it seemed, and you obviously didn’t want it to stop–you had to keep going. You had wanted him minutes before this, after all, and you were finally getting what you craved.

Letter two manifested; your grip on the writing utensil weakened as he pulled your panties aside to touch your skin directly. 

You shuddered from the sudden cool air that brushed along your exposed skin, and he dragged some of your slick up from your pussy, using it to make rubbing into your clit that much easier, that much more pleasurable. Your limbs shuddered and you had to breathe out a more vocal huff of air in exasperation, your lungs aching while your muscles tensed in delight from Light’s direct tending to such newfound sensitivity. 

You remained paused with your eyes shut firmly as you became accustomed to the bliss that he inflicted. Light, seeming to understand exactly what he was doing to you, was a bit more forgiving now–continuing his ministrations even when you stopped, but not changing his pace or furthering the intensity enough for those feelings to grow, to bring you closer to any type of climax. It still made you moan though; still made your heart skip a beat and made your walls tighten around nothing. 

Perhaps you had been successfully swindled into playing with fire because now your mind understood a simple formula; if you wanted more, you had to keep writing. Would he let you come if you wrote your entire name down?

Would you even feel the aftershocks of your release before you died?

The prospect of death hit your lust-fogged mind like a truck, and your eyes shot open–that slowly building knot in your abdomen became a tightrope clenching out of fear rather than anticipation. This was a death note, and you were already on track to penning yourself down within it. 

Light could sense your change in stature and returned his gaze to your face once again. His hand slowed, but it was as if he could detect your worry and didn’t want to let you succumb to it–he wanted to keep you within the cusp of pleasure, to keep you malleable and submissive to his desires, not whatever lies your mind was telling you. So he kept touching you.

“You know that you can’t stop now that you’ve started, right?” He looked cocky, like he had you right where he wanted you. And it seemed that he did, because now with such confusion and so many conflicting feelings plaguing you, you weren’t sure about that–could you back out now? Was the damage already done now that your first name was almost down entirely?

Your drying lips parted as if to ask, but you couldn’t find your voice. Light let out a short, dry laugh and nodded his head, his face inches away from yours, like he fucking knew.

“Mhm. You have to keep going, now. You’d better hurry, too. You know that there’s a time limit… don’t you?”

Your lungs were burning and your hips squirmed as he traced his fingers around your core, swirling them within your copious wetness and gently prodding his fingers, hardly getting inside of you, yet you still writhed from the sensitivity of such a precise, close touch. 

You shook your head deliriously in delayed response to his words and all Light did was nod his own head toward the book again. Suddenly you were reminded of the pen in your grasp which had now absorbed the growing heat from your palm; hot to the touch. 

Noting that apparent time limit, you felt your heart thrumming as it raced and you started writing again. The pace of your fingers scraping the pen back and forth was a little quicker than before, yet you couldn’t shake that lingering hesitance even while knowing that you really should have been rushing. Light hummed as he watched, nonchalantly pushing a finger inside of you as you progressed, which made a whiny sound catch in your throat, and made your back lift slightly off the bed. 

Your arm trembled and your chicken scratch ceased again, but Light knew that he had you, because you hurried to carry on with haste once more, and he didn’t bother to stop stroking inside of you anymore. He even slid in another finger following the last time he pulled out, the added thickness made your thighs attempt to close from the new nerve-tingling pleasure that it gave, even despite the way that his body between your legs kept you nice and open for him. 

“Please,” you bartered, voice muffled and representative of the state you were in; wholly weak. He grinned and kept going, his body solid in its place on top of you, forcing you to take it even as his skilled fingers overwhelmed you so deliciously. You wanted the end result now–you wanted to come, to feel that sweet release by his hand. 

Light initiated this entire thing, he set his rules, and you knew that finishing wouldn’t happen just like that, because it wasn’t what he wanted. 

“Please what, Y/N? You already know what you have to do. Don’t play stupid.” 

The little jab at the end hurt only a little bit, making your stomach drop, making you feel as stupid as he said–but his fingertips rubbed along and pressed into your sweet spot which made you whimper, and that feeling was all you could focus on now; remedying the sting of the insult with the soothing cradle of his fingers. Oh, how successfully he was able to distract you and change the path of your thoughts once again. You could hardly bring yourself to care about such blatant manipulation, because release was getting closer and closer, and that was all you wanted.

You couldn’t even tell if the pen was pressing into the paper hard enough to leave any writing behind at all; your hand was hardly moving because your eyes remained shut in elation, and you chose to squeeze the pen in your fist as you coped with his touch, but Light just seemed content with the fact that you were resuming any transfer of penmanship at all. He was certainly rewarding you as he promised, keeping his fingers inside of you until his knuckles pushed into the plush of your pussy lips, and they rocked into you so good that you could almost feel that hard pressure in your stomach. 

It was starting to become too much–you knew how close you were getting, but you didn’t know if that’s what Light wanted. He liked to be in control of most things in his life, and you were at the very top of that list. 

“I-I can’t, I’m gonna–” 

A gasp-like mewl left you once you felt a hot, wet stroke against your clit at the same time that Light pushed rather hard against your g-spot, holding his fingers there and making you squirm. Your eyes shot open and you craned your neck off of the mattress to look down, watching as his lips closed around your clit and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Your entire body shuddered, it was so intense that you had to try and pull away, but he wasn’t having it, using his free hand to pin your hip down and keep you still.

“Light,” you whined, a warning to him that he was pleasing you too well too quickly, you were about to come and you were hardly finished with writing down your first name. 

His eye contact only became bolder, he didn’t relent, if anything he was trying to get more out of you; intent on making you come now. He hadn’t instructed you otherwise, so you felt safe enough to finally give in–with a weak, raspy whimper you felt yourself release that buildup of desire, your vision turning into static behind closed lids as your body writhed and churned even while he kept you down, putting himself against you with more force. Your hips rocked into his mouth to ride out every last remnant of your orgasm until you felt no more, the only sound that you could hear was your own heavy breathing and Light’s last few caresses against your audibly sopping wet pussy.

 Light moved off of you slowly, and you noted that his eyes were trained on the book rather than your body that now glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Before you could say anything to him (but even then, what could you say?), his eyes scanned over the page and your writing while he nonchalantly wiped your release off of his fingers, onto the material of your skirt. 

You followed his line of sight and looked over your work, seeing how scribbled and disastrous it was. You had probably produced better writing back in kindergarten. 

Now that your heat had finally been tended to, however; your arousal sated, you blinked a few times, then realized exactly what you were looking at: part of your name, written in the death note. 

What about the time limit? Was your first name enough to make it work either way? Your heart began to race and so did your breathing–were these the side effects of the incoming, inevitable heart attack?!

I suppose the cause wasn’t suffocation after all, a fleeting voice said so sarcastically in the back of your head, making you grimace. You propped yourself up on your elbows in a panic and your eyes flew back to Light, who was still skimming over the page with a look of maintained scrutiny. He was so… calm. Were you not about to die? Did he not care?

“That’s a good start,” he murmured, reaching out to trace his index finger (the one that wasn’t just buried in you to the hilt) along the shaky lines that hardly resembled any of the alphabet. 

“Wha–” You could only heave the word out since it felt like your heart was beating in your throat, though your body gradually relaxed as Light seemed completely neutral to the situation. The longer that he did nothing, the more time passed, and you realized that… you were still here.

When silence fell completely between both of you, Light looked over with such casualty that you felt like none of what just happened even did. 

“If we can get to your last name next time, too, maybe I’ll actually fuck you.” He slid off the bed as he spoke, his tone so normal as if he was just talking to you about the weather, making your jaw drop. He grabbed the book and closed it, walking over to the drawer and taking his sweet time ensuring that it was properly put away. 

All you could do was lay there in silent disbelief, watching him with wide eyes while he acted like nothing even happened.

“I’m fine, then?” you asked, your voice firmer and a little louder than normal, more demanding for direct answers. Light glanced over at you and laughed coldly, standing up straight once the drawer was closed once again, his hands on his hips lazily.

“I like that you’re a little dumb, Y/N. It makes things like this more exciting, don’t you think?” 

Before you could respond verbally–only able to scoff for now–Light turned to leave the room, murmuring a nearly inaudible “I’ll get some water” before the door closed behind him. His muffled footsteps became more distant as he descended downstairs, isolating you to the top floor.

Helplessly flumping back against the bed, you stared at the ceiling, reliving everything that had just happened in a mental state that you imagined neurosis to feel like. Although, you didn’t have to worry for long… you would get used to it. You understood that this was not going to be the first time something like this would happen, Light was truly only getting started with you. 

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[l3viat8an]

ROO HEAR ME OUT

Mephisto choking MC while they’re going at it in his office because he heard someone coming down the hall and doesn’t want to get caught -👁️ 

Nsfw!

I mean- it is kinda hard to be quiet when you’ve got a demon fucking you like an animal- jsksjksjs

And it’s especially hard to keep quiet when you’re laid across Mephisto’s desk, leg spreed for him and moaning his name as your fingernails dig into the edge of the desk trying desperately to ground yourself, while It’s creaking and shaking underneath you as he thrusts into you, harder this time causing another, louder, “ahh- fuck~” to fall from your lips.

Loud…Mephisto finally realizes you’re being too loud, way too loud actually. Any other time he would love to hear you moaning for him and even screaming his name-

But right now you’re trying not to get caught and if he ever wants to do this again… later down the line Mephisto needs to figure out a way to keep you quiet, and fast.

Panic is mixing with his pleasure now, the idea of fucking in his office had sounded wonderful just ten minutes ago- the halls had been empty and everyone was in the dinning hall or library but after the bell sounded and the hallways start filling up with students again…. now that he can hear the muffled sound of foot steps in the hall, all those people passing the newspaper club room and heading to their next class just on the other side of the door.

Now he realized how poorly this was planned. Just another reason never to listen to a horny human, when will he learn? You’re nothing but trouble!! Trouble with the best pussy he’s ever had the pleasure to fuck- but still trouble!

Yet, here he is still balls deep in your pussy, not slowing down or even letting you catch your breath. Tentatively…as if testing the waters, one of his gloved hands moves from your hip to wrap around your throat, slightly squeezing as a warning. His other hand stayed on your hip keeping you in place, keeping you still.

“Quite. Human. We absolutely can’t let anyone find us here.” he hisses out. He can feel your breathing stutter as you clenched around his cock even tighter then before, you even have the nerve to grin up at him, “Then do it harder, keep me quiet.” you gasp out, tilting your head back a bit so he can keep his hand there until you’re done…

[letswonderspirit]

Doodles from a week ago 🕺