#tried experimenting with different brushes

[ddodol]

seven minutes — j.sc

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, sungchan, fem!reader, pet names, seven minutes in heaven, quiet and needy affair, begging, overstimulation (m.), squirting, unprotected sex (seems to be the running theme). word count⭑.ᐟ 1.3k+

“aren’t you glad you’re stuck here with me?”

you glared at sungchan, eliciting light laughter from him when you rolled your eyes. “it’s better to be with someone you know though, right?”

you couldn’t deny that, and it frustrated you even more. going to a different college’s party should’ve been a bad idea, especially if you only went there for one person— someone who wasn’t even there.

sungchan noticed the small pout forming on your lips amidst the minimal light peeking inside the closet. he took up most of the space at the back so you were forced to hug your knees by the closet door, your elbow slightly pushing them open.

”we’re gonna be here for seven minutes, it’ll make your experience better if you at least talk to me.” you hated your options, letting out a deep sigh as you glanced at sungchan. he smiled slightly, eyes disappearing as he leaned over.

”what’s there to talk about? it’s not like we ever had anything in common.”

sungchan exclaimed in protest, poking your leg with his finger, “you don’t even have a good reason to hate me.” he pouted when you didn’t reply, “i’m telling you, anton isn’t interested.”

you groaned, pushing his hand away from you out of frustration. you already knew that but you still wanted to take your chances while you both were single. it’s not like you were in the wrong, constantly hearing about how you didn’t have a chance with your crush would make anyone want to hate sungchan.

you felt something crawling around, eyes darting through the darkness to try and locate what it was. “what’s wrong?” sungchan asked meekly.

”there’s a spider by your shoulder,” you could barely finish your sentence before sungchan threw himself at you— screeching inaudibly as he bent his huge body to pin you against the other side of the closet. you grumbled, desperately trying to push him away.

”fuck off, sungchan! it’s just a spider!” you exclaimed in a hushed tone, beginning to feel flustered when his hand brushed against your chest. “watch it! hands off right now!” you spoke quickly, flailing around as you try to pull his hands away.

your hand slipped, losing grip on your knees which caused you to try and regain your balance by grabbing onto something. you patted your hand around, squeezing the soft thing you managed to place your hand on. sungchan let out a soft moan, body tensing up as he hung his head.

”at least do it properly if you just wanted to touch me,” he grumbled, breathing down your neck. you felt it getting hotter and harder, finally realizing where your hand landed.

sungchan placed a hot kiss on your neck, “please, don’t stop.” you felt your body heating up, hand moving around to palm him through his loose pants. sungchan returned the favor by fondling your tits, whispering how good your hand felt.

his cock began to get more erect, throbbing against your hand as you tried holding it— he was huge, too huge. your hand was barely enough to cover it all but he still melted against your touch.

”fuck, keep doing that.” your legs trembled, pushing them together as your breathing began to get rougher. the closed space you shared became warmer, skin sticking against each other.

sungchan’s other hand began to travel lower, making you shudder. he swallowed thickly, hand trembling as he rubbed your leg. “do you need me, y/n?”

you could feel the warmth of his hand on your leg, hyperaware of the length and thickness of his fingers. you whimpered, head spinning as you thought of having sungchan’s fingers inside you.

”please,” you breathed out, spreading your legs apart to make it easier for him. sungchan’s hand on your leg slithered up to your inner thigh, letting out a small moan when his fingers grazed over your heat. you were glad you wore a dress tonight, albeit for a different reason.

you were completely soaked against your panties, pushing them to the side impatiently as sungchan didn’t hesitate to sink his fingers inside your walls. you moaned softly, trembling at the sudden stimulation. his fingers were barely inside and yet it already felt amazing.

sungchan sucked on your skin, breathing shakily as he began to move his fingers. “baby, i’m still moving my hand. you should do the same,” you bit your lip, squeezing down on his cock.

”sungchan,” you moaned, too dizzy to think or do anything. “fuck, that’s so good,” your voice went higher, still trying your best to moan quietly.

”y/n, wrap your hand around me.” you obeyed, small hand barely wrapped around his still clothed cock. sungchan began to move his hips, moaning against your skin. it was almost amazing how he consistently moved his fingers inside you while thrusting his cock into your hand— it almost felt like a huge waste.

you pushed him back, seeing a flash of confusion on his face. you straddled his legs, busily slipping your panties off and pulling his pants down. sungchan caught on a bit too late, chuckling softly as he held your hips.

there were noises outside just as you held his bare cock in your hand, rubbing his tip against your entrance. sungchan moved quickly, keeping the closet doors closed as he gave you a nod. you giggled when they tried opening the closet you two were in, signaling the end of your little game.

what a shame; you were just getting started.

sungchan kept his eyes on you as your face contorted, letting out adorable moans as you sunk down his cock. you felt incredibly stretched out, thighs already trembling and you weren’t even taking half of him.

”keep going, baby. i know you can take me,” he mumbled, gently pushing you down his cock. you shook your head, quivering as you leaned against his chest.

”you’re too fucking big, sungchan,” you whined, eliciting small giggles from him. he whispered words of praise against your ear, helping you bounce on his cock. “fuck, there,” your hips began to move on their own, desperately trying to replicate the pleasure you felt the first time.

sungchan licked his lips, watching you slowly lose yourself with every bounce. it was a pretty sight, your head thrown back and tits bouncing as you ride him. “just like that, y/n.” you moaned in response, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

”i’m close, baby,” he groaned, gripping tightly on your waist. you ran your hands on his arm, feeling his veins popping up.

you shook your head, “i’m not close yet, sungchan.” you bit your lip, “just do it inside, i still need more.”

”fuck,” sungchan exclaimed, spilling inside you. he jerked up sensitively, moaning breathily when you kept moving your hips. wet noises began to fill the space, his cum sloshing around with every bounce.

sungchan lifted you up, still keeping his cock inside you. you laid uncomfortably against the walls of the closet, thighs split open as sungchan pushed deeper inside you. “oh my god!” you quietly cried out in surprise at how deep he could reach.

he laughed, “i can go deeper, baby. if you let me do this outside the closet, i’ll give you every inch.” you shuddered, head spinning when his cock kept kissing your deepest walls. sungchan was thrusting roughly, playing with your clit as he leaned over.

”cum for me, y/n. make a big mess for me,” he whispered, placing kisses on the top of your head. you gasped, orgasm quickly approaching.

you grabbed on sungchan’s clothes, “fuck, fuck, fuck— sungchan!” you cried out, hitting your head against the wall as you came. you made a huge mess, thighs trembling as you kept squirting everywhere.

sungchan chuckled, stilling inside you as he watched, “you’re so pretty like this, baby.”

as soon as you cooled down, sungchan pulled out, his cum dripping out of you. he peppered small kisses all over your face, prompting you to pull him close. he giggled, holding you as he kept kissing your face.

you stared at him tiredly, playing with his hair, “i’ll take you up on that offer.”

sungchan raised his head, looking at you in confusion. you laughed softly, “take me home right now. i want every inch of you.” he smiled widely, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

”i swear i’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to think of other men afterwards, baby.”

[fear-less]

harry + first time for both of them + set during dh 1 when ron leaves (in this scenario hermione goes with him) + they have kinda experimented before but this is their actual first time

tysm ❤️❤️

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 Your fingers in my hair

pairing: harry potter x f!reader

➥ In which, you and harry are left alone, stressed but glad to still have each other.

warnings: smut, first time, dom!harry, pretend the tent is big and not tiny…lol, y/n used once, pet name (baby), unprotected sex

1.3k words

divider creds: i-mmaculatus & dollywons

The night was unnervingly still, the kind of silence that amplified every crackle of the campfire and the faint whisper of the wind threading through the trees. Harry sat alone outside the tent, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames. He tried to push away thoughts of Ron’s sudden departure and Hermione’s decision to follow him.

He wasn’t sure what to feel. Betrayed? Hurt? Maybe relieved? The tangle of emotions knotted in his chest, making it impossible to settle on any one.

The soft sound of a zipper being pulled back snapped him from his thoughts. He turned to see you stepping out of the tent, your hair tousled from sleep, eyes still heavy with exhaustion. You wrapped your arms around yourself against the night’s chill, pulling your coat tighter as you stepped into the cool air.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked gently, your voice a comforting murmur in the silence.

Harry shook his head. “Too much on my mind.”

You nodded, then sat down beside him. Your shoulder brushed his lightly as you settled into the space between him and the fire. For a while, you sat in quiet companionship, the flames casting shifting shadows around you. Finally, it was you who broke the stillness.

“Ron and Hermione... they’ll come back, you know.” The words came out softly, but there was an underlying doubt that couldn’t be hidden.

Harry didn’t respond right away, his eyes locked on the fire as it danced between you. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice low. "And even if they do… things won’t be the same."

Your hand hesitated for a moment before it reached out to rest on his. There was warmth in your touch, steady and unwavering. Harry didn’t pull away, but he didn’t know how to respond either. The truth was, for so long, he’d been wrapped up in the fight against Voldemort, in the weight of their mission, that he hadn’t allowed himself to think about what he wanted. Not about this. Not about you.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely carrying through the cold air. "I—"

Before he could finish, you leaned in. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, but there was an intensity to it, an unspoken understanding that Harry’s heart stuttered at the touch of your lips. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed, but it felt like it was—different, more real, more... inevitable. When you pulled away, your eyes searched his, asking for something he wasn’t sure how to put into words.

But Harry nodded, the unspoken weight between you two finally breaking through. Everything had been building toward this moment—the stolen glances, the unacknowledged longing, the shared silence in the face of everything falling apart.

Your movements were slow, tentative at first, as if unsure whether the fragile spell between you could withstand more. But the hesitation quickly gave way to something deeper, more certain. Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, your touch sending a warmth spreading through his chest, and Harry’s breath caught. His hands found their way to your waist, trembling slightly as he pulled you closer, feeling the urgency of a connection that couldn’t be ignored any longer.

"Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice rough with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

You smiled softly, your eyes glistening with tenderness, with something stronger. "I’m sure."

Harry, his heart racing and now with your certainty, didn’t waste a moment. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours once more. This time, there was no uncertainty—only a quiet urgency.

You guys had never gone too far, only ever making out and subtle grinding on each other. Harry was determined to change that. So to no surprise, with trembling hands, Harry pulled off your jacket. Minutes later, both yours and his shirts were discarded in the dim glow of the campfire, forgotten on the ground.

He took a moment to look at you, you weren't wearing a bra so your full chest was on display. You were beautiful—breathtaking. Your body, your eyes, your smile. All of you. His heart raced again, though this time it was for a different reason. You, too, had been watching him, your eyes tracing the lines of his chest and the muscles beneath his skin. The intensity of your gaze was enough to make him forget everything except the way you made him feel.

Before he knew it, he was guiding you gently down to the couch, lowering you with a tenderness that contrasted the urgency of his actions. He hovered above you, eyes locking with yours, both of you breathing heavily. 

“Please,” you said breathlessly. 

Harry wastes no time in taking off your pants, now leaving you in just your underwear. 

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked, all for me, yeah?” 

You nodded, too hazy in the head to form any words. Harry Now catching onto your neediness, he wastes no time in taking off his boxers and your panties. The only pieces of clothing that were separating you from one another were now  gone. 

He looks down at you, his gaze intense, a silent question hanging in the air as his eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation. The warmth between you both thickens, and you lock eyes, your heart racing. With a breath that feels too heavy to release, you nod, your body tingling with anticipation and desire, impatience igniting the air around you.

So with no warning, his cock was pressed against your slit and slowly went deep inside you. You cried out in pain and pleasure as he was still against you.

"Shhh, I’m right here," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "I won’t move until you’re ready, got it?" He leaned down, his lips gently kissing away the small tears that had escaped down your cheeks, his touch tender, grounding you in the moment.

You were a mess beneath him, struggling to take him fully but to Harry, he felt like he was on top of the world–like nothing else could compare. Harry dreamed about him wanting to desperately fill you up and he reckons he's damn near doing that.You grasp onto his back, your fingers digging into his skin, nails pressing deeply into his flesh, a mix of urgency and need coursing through you. He couldn’t help but move forward slightly into you from the sensation, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as the intensity of your touch sent a rush of heat through his body. The connection between you deepened, both of you caught in the rawness of the moment. You let out a soft moan, instinctively tightening around him, the sensation causing him to groan deeply, his lips brushing against your neck as he succumbed to the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

“Harry, you can move now,” you breathed out.You didn’t have to ask him twice; his hips surged forward with a sudden urgency, a raw intensity in his movement that even took him by surprise, the heat between you both building with every passing second.  His hands gripped your waist hard, unknowingly leaving marks that would darken into bruises by morning. You barely noticed in the moment—distracted by the way his breath quickened against your neck, the urgency of his touch, as if every second mattered. 

“Fuck you feel so good around me, youre sucking me in so deep.” He said through a whimper. His words made you clench hard around him, making him let out another moan.

His fingers drew closer down and found their way to your clit. Your moans filled his ears like music, each sound more desperate than the last. It was as though he was the only one who could make you feel this way, pulling you deeper into something neither of you had fully prepared for.  Begging for a release that you were desperately in need of.

"Harry, I-I’m so close..." The words escaped you in a breathless gasp, your face instinctively finding its way to his shoulder as you cried out, trembling with the anticipation of release.

“Does my baby want to come for me? Have you been a good girl? Should I allow you to?” His voice dropped even lower, dripping with a mix of authority and indulgence, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please… I need it. I can’t take it anymore,” you cried out, your voice trembling with the urgency of your need. Every inch of you burned, desperate for release.

“Shit, cum on my cock, baby.” Harry spoke, his voice full of intensity, but softer now, as if the moment demanded it. His fingers now circling faster around your clit, you could feel yourself on the edge, so close to that sweet release, every nerve in your body on fire with anticipation. WWith one final, powerful snap of his hips, you lost all control, your body trembling as you came undone around his cock. 

When he felt you coming undone, he nearly lost it, your moans, the way you clenched onto him. 

“Holy shit, baby,” he cursed, his thrusts now becoming sloppy, he was nearing his release while you whined, still high off your release. 

“Fuck, take it, take my cum, fuck!” He shot load after load of his hot cum deep into you. Groaning and whimpering like a mad man as he reached his much needed climax. 

As if he couldn't take his weight any longer, he laid on top of you, your fingers subconsciously finding their way to his hair while he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

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Thrill of the Job (Ekko x Jinx)

chapter 3.

Ekko's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at Jinx. "Get me out of here," he whispered, his voice weak. Jinx nodded, her heart racing. She scooped up Ekko, cradling him in her arms as she made a run for it. The guards were closing in, but Jinx didn't care. She had to get Ekko to safety, no matter what. She ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, she saw a glimmer of light up ahead - the entrance to their hideout. She stumbled through the door, Ekko still clutched in her arms. Jinx laid Ekko down on the bed, her hands shaking as she felt for his injuries. He was hurt badly, his body bruised and battered. Jinx's heart was racing as she tried to stem the bleeding. She had never felt so helpless in her life. Ekko's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at her. "Jinx," he whispered, his voice weak.

Jinx's heart skipped a beat as she looked down at Ekko. She felt a sense of trepidation, mixed with a deep sense of desire. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his. It was a gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down her spine. Ekko's eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement, and Jinx felt a pang of embarrassment. But as she looked down at him, she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He cared for her, deeply. And Jinx felt her heart melt, just a little.

Jinx's past mistakes began to haunt her, and she found herself withdrawing from Ekko. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was unworthy of his love and affection. Ekko, sensing her distance, tried to reach out to her, but Jinx pushed him away. “Stay. you’re going to start bleeding again.” She didn't want to burden. Ekko, however, was determined to help her face her fears and overcome her emotional scars.

Ekko's touch sparked a mix of emotions within Jinx. She felt a deep-seated desire to surrender to his love and care, but her past experiences had taught her to be wary of trust. Ekko, sensing her hesitation, took things slow, gently coaxing her out of her shell. “Stop fussing and let me hug you.” He whispered words of comfort and reassurance, his voice a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Jinx felt the weight of her secrets and fears slowly lifting.

As the night wore on and he recovered, Ekko took Jinx to his hideout, a secluded sanctuary in the heart of Zaun. “I know you got hurt too, don’t try to hide it.” He tended to her wounds as well, both physical and emotional, with a gentle touch and a compassionate ear. Jinx, feeling seen and heard for the first time in her life, began to open up to Ekko about her past. “It was, a lot, to say the least.” She shared with him the traumas she had endured, the pain and the fear that had driven her to become the person she was today. Ekko listened intently, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding, and Jinx felt a sense of liberation wash over her.

They began to discuss what had happened back there, the job, what they could’ve done differently.

He had always trusted Jinx to have his back, but now he felt betrayed by her actions. Jinx, sensing his hurt and anger, tried to explain herself, but Ekko wasn't having it. He felt like she had put him in harm's way, and he couldn't forgive her for that.

One thing was for sure, they would be laying low for the next few days..

As the days passed, Ekko and Jinx barely spoke to each other. The tension between them was palpable. Ekko, however, couldn't shake the feeling that he had been too harsh on Jinx. He knew that she had acted out of a desire to protect him, and he felt a pang of guilt for not trusting her. Jinx, on the other hand, was torn between her love for Ekko and her own sense of self-preservation. She didn't know if she could ever trust him again, but she couldn't deny the feelings that still lingered in her heart.

[catboymettaton]

burning, burning

my gift for @pyreneese for this year’s @dnsecretsanta!! five times Light thought about how much he hated L, and one time he didn’t.

Lawlight enemies to lovers! Featuring: hatesex, light’s praise kink, L’s Kira kink, and a good old fashioned rain scene.

rated E, 3k words

ao3 link

1.

“Kill me now, Kira! Do it! Kill me!”

Light gaped at the TV. How dare he taunt Kira! How dare he make Kira look weak!

“So now I know there are people you can’t kill… I really didn’t expect my plan to go so well. Kira, it’s not long until I catch you.”

No. Light was not going to let L catch him. Light was going to catch L first!

L would pay for this trick. Light would find him and Light would stop him! Light would show the world that Kira, not L, was truly justice!

He thought of the dead man, the sacrificial lamb, except lambs were innocent and that man already deserved to die. Lind L. Tailor had been an attractive man, who looked every bit the image of a brilliant detective. How funny, the way appearances could deceive.

Did L know that Kira needed a face to kill? Had he purposefully chosen a stand-in who looked different from him, or had he barely given it a second thought? L’s voice was thoroughly obscured by his distortion, masking any accent that may have given Light a hint about his location or origins. Was he Japanese as well? Or American, perhaps? Was his hair dark and shiny, or blond and sunny, or a fiery red?

Light would find a way to learn the truth. L was cautious, but no security system was without its faults. Light had access to the NPA’s system, and he could hack into Interpol with enough time and practice. He would find the detective’s name and face, and he would finish him. His heart burned with righteous anger.

2.

Light slammed his desk. “Dammit! He played me like a fool!”

He had never imagined that L would just come out and introduce himself like that. He was backed into a corner now. There was no way “Hideki Ryuga” was his real name, and he couldn’t try to kill him without either killing the actor or raising suspicion.

Was that even the real L at all? He looked nothing like what Light had imagined. His only resemblance to Lind L. Tailor was in his hair color. He lacked any of the smoothness, any of the grace that had made Lind L. Tailor look so competent. He looked like a stray cat that someone had picked up off the street and turned into a man. He looked like a sentient pipe cleaner. He looked like the personification of insomnia in a horror manga. He did not look at all like a brilliant detective.

It would be just like L to send a decoy. He’d already tried it once before, after all. But why would he send a decoy so repulsive and so strange? Why wouldn’t he send someone attractive? No, there would be nothing to gain from sending a false L who looked like that. Light could only conclude this was the real detective.

So now he had met his rival face to face. He had looked into the eyes of the man he had to kill. The rage in his chest burned brighter and stronger.

What next? Would L follow him to class? Ask him to study together? Appear at his door? He had to act fast, he had to come up with a plan.

No, it wasn’t enough just to kill L. He had to defeat L, bring him to his knees, make him beg for mercy, only to deny him. He needed the world to know that Kira reigned supreme, that Kira alone served justice. He needed to dominate L through and through.

3.

Light gasped as L slid another finger inside him.

“Relax, Light-kun. You’re doing an excellent job.”

L’s hands moved surely, confident. He had evidently done this many times before. Light hoped his own lack of experience was not equally obvious.

He still hated L. He hated L’s fixation with his supposed guilt, when he knew for a fact that he was innocent. He hated the way L chewed messily and spoke with his mouth full. He hated the way L’s beady eyes never seemed to blink. He hated the stupid way L held paper in his limp wrists.

L’s fingers brushed his prostate and Light let out a pathetic whine.

“Good boy, Light-kun. You’re being so well behaved for me.”

He hated, hated the way L’s smooth voice praised him! It made him shiver, it made him twitch against his will.

He hoped this was enough to prove his innocence. Surely Kira would never have approached L and suggested a sexual encounter. Surely Kira would never have agreed to be penetrated. Kira wanted to be in control, Kira wanted all the power, so why would Kira ever agree to be vulnerable like this?

Kira would not be whimpering and moaning as L stretched him wide open.

With his free hand, L stroked Light’s face. “Still feeling okay?” Light nodded, swallowing another moan. He looked up at L.

“You’re taking my fingers so well. Such a good student, such a good bottom. You’ll be ready for my dick in no time at all.”

“I’m ready now, Ryuzaki!” Yes, yes, this would make him seem even less suspicious. Kira would never blurt out something like that! Kira would remain nonchalant, Kira would remain in control.

L smiled. “Don’t be so impatient, Light-kun. I’m a lot bigger than two fingers.”

He leaned down and planted a kiss on Light’s forehead. How patronizing. Light was perfectly capable of taking a dick up his ass! He didn’t need to be pampered! Light reached up and pulled L’s face back down to his and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.

After a few seconds, L kissed back, tongue probing every crevice of Light’s mouth as his fingers continued to explore Light’s hole. Light felt his body shake against the dual sensations. It wasn’t fair that L was this good at sex as well as being so smart and hot.

Wait, what? L wasn’t hot. He was ugly and weird. He was too pale and his eye bags were too dark and he never -

“Getting distracted, Light-kun?” L’s breath kissed Light’s cheek. “Are you thinking about who you should kill off next?”

“I am not. I am not a murderer, I have never killed anyone in my life!”

“Mmm. If you say so.” L brought his lips back over Light’s before he could think of a retort. Light shut his eyes and did his best to focus on the moment. He had to look like he was enjoying it. He had to focus on being the best bottom L had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Afterwards, as they cleaned up, he wondered what on earth had come over him.

4.

“Ryuzaki, check this out! Look at how much Yotsuba has grown compared to its competitors.”

L rested his hand on Light’s shoulder, bringing his face in close. Too close. Light could feel his hot, sugary breath on his cheek.

“Light-kun…”

“Are you feeling less depressed now?”

L watched in rapt fascination as Light showed off the list of Yotsuba’s victims. His hand creeped across Light’s shoulder till it spanned to the other side and their faces were nearly touching. Light felt extremely grateful that his dad was not in the building.

“This is excellent work, Light-kun. I’m so proud of you for figuring all of this out.”

Light’s face grew hot. “Thank you, Ryuzaki. I started by looking at all the heart attack victims in recent months, and I noticed the pattern pretty fast.”

“How clever. I dare say your powers of deduction outpace some grown men I’ve worked with before.”

His spine was beginning to tingle traitorously. He had to stay focused on the data.

L’s hand wandered upwards, tangling Light’s hair. Ugh, now he would have to fix it. L had no respect for his morning routine of gelling and styling. Just another reason to hate him. Even if he did think Light was doing a good job, and even if he did know how to hit all of Light’s most sensitive spots. None of that mattered. He still thought Light was a murderer, he was still Light’s biggest enemy.

L stood, tugging Light up by his hair. “Come, let’s share your findings with the rest of the team. Print out your charts.”

Light and L settled in on a sofa opposite Matsuda and Aizawa.

“We have a new lead to investigate. It appears that Kira is connected to the Yotsuba group. I must thank Yagami-kun for his keen eye and investigative diligence. He did a very good job organizing all of this data.”

His stomach ached. He could feel the blood pooling. What twisted game was L playing now?

Light smiled brightly. “Of course, Ryuzaki!”

“We will have to be very careful moving forwards. Even without Kira, Yotsuba is highly powerful and dangerous. But I have no doubt that Yagami-kun and his sharp mind will be able to help me with overcoming their defenses. He really is quite clever.”

Light crossed his legs cautiously. Surely the others had noticed how oddly Ryuzaki was speaking. He could not let them guess the effect it was having.

Aizawa nodded. “I understand. I can look into how Yotsuba is organized.”

“Excellent. Yagami-kun, do you believe you could hack into Yotsuba’s computer system? It is my impression that you are also very talented when it comes to computers.”

“Yeah, I can try my best!” It was becoming unbearable. What more could L possibly have to say?

“Let’s get to work. Yagami-san will be back soon.”

Light stood a bit too eagerly, the chain growing taut for a moment before L caught up. He absolutely had to stay ahead of the others.

As they peeled away from Aizawa, Light asked, “Ryuzaki, could I stop by the bathroom?”

“Of course, Light-kun.” It was a short walk. As Light reached for the doorknob, L added, “I really am impressed with your hard work on this case. You’ve done a very, very good job.”

His hand brushed Light’s lower back and Light yelped and turned around. “What are you playing at, Ryuzaki? Why sing my praises to the rest of the Task Force?”

L leaned in, brushing a wet fingertip across Light’s chin. “I simply think it’s important to make sure Light-kun knows he’s being a good boy.”

Light’s face burned brighter than ever. He stumbled backwards, scrabbling for the handle. He needed to get away from L, right now.

“What seems to be the matter, Light-kun? Is there something I could do to help improve your focus?”

Light slammed the door open, stumbling further. “Do whatever you want. You’re the boss.”

He leaned back against the cold, hard bathroom wall as L’s fingers worked his fly open. What was the matter with him? Why did he care if L thought he was doing a good job? He hated L. He hated the way the detective’s words squirmed into his brain.

He hated how good L’s mouth felt around his cock.

5.

For a man who had spent the past two months pounding Light into the mattress, L was a shockingly eager bottom. Light had him naked and pinned to the bed in minutes.

It felt good to be in control. It felt good to have his mind and body realigned. It felt good to finally get retribution for all those nights he’d let L make a fool out of him in bed.

He hadn’t even taken his clothes off, and already L was hard. Light smirked. “So you spend all that time in charge, and all you really want is for someone else to tell you what to do?”

“It’s a nice change of pace, yes.”

Light glared. “Did I ask for you to respond?” He shoved L’s wrists harder against the bed.

“You asked a direct question, so I simply assumed-”

“Stop it. I should’ve known you’d be such a brat.”

L obliged, puffing out his cheeks to show how closed his mouth was. His cock twitched against Light’s pants.

“If you can’t control yourself, I guess I’ll just have to shut you up.” Light released L’s hands and moved to unzip his pants.

“Can I-”

“No.” Light freed his cock, let it hang above L. He watched his huge dark eyes travel up and down the shaft. His first time viewing from this angle. “Open wide.”

Light’s cock fit perfectly into L’s mouth, as always. L instinctively began to suck, began to roll his tongue around on the head, and for a moment Light forgot himself.

All that cherry stem tying had certainly paid off.

Light was not here to let L take over again. Light was here to put L in his place. He began thrusting deep into L’s throat, pounding out some soft whimpers.

“You like that, huh? You like how it feels to be totally at my mercy?”

L mumbled something completely incoherent. Light ignored him and sped up. It felt good to be using L, to be the one setting the pace. L’s mouth was a vessel for Light’s arousal, his tongue just a toy to rut against. He may as well have been a mindless doll for all Light cared.

Finally, Light reached his peak. His cock twitched, spilling down L’s throat. He grabbed L’s hair, kept his face fixed firmly in place, high on the euphoria of control. It didn’t matter whether L wanted to swallow. Light was giving him no choice.

L swallowed eagerly, cleaning Light’s tip with his tongue. As Light pulled back, he murmured, “You taste good, Kira.”

Light started. He wanted to be mad, he wanted to punish L, but he felt his breath catch in his throat, his spine beginning to tingle. He glanced down L’s body, confirming his suspicions.

He rested his hand around L’s neck. “What was that?”

L blinked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “I said, you taste good, Kira.”

Light applied a gentle pleasure. “All this time, and you still think so lowly of me? You still think I can kill?”

“I don’t just think so, I know it. I am 100% certain that you were the first Kira, and what’s more, that you are again.”

“Really.” He rubbed a leg against L’s erection, eliciting a delicious whimper. “And yet you’ve given me total control. Do you like being in danger, Ryuzaki?”

“It certainly makes things more interesting.”

Light pressed harder. “Are there still no cameras in this room?”

“That’s correct.”

“I could kill you here, right now, and no one would ever know. I could kill you and take the Death Note and no one could stop me. How does that make you feel, Ryuzaki?”

L’s cock twitched against Light’s leg. He needed to take his pants off to feel it fully, but he couldn’t stop now.

“L,” he gasped. “Call me L.”

“Answer the question, L.”

L closed his eyes, struggling for breath against Light’s hand. Light pushed even harder. He felt his erection already starting to return, much, much faster than it ever had before.

“I feel… extremely pleased, Kira.”

6.

“What are you doing, Ryuzaki?” Light held up his hand in an attempt to keep the rain off his face. He felt his shirt growing saturated and heavy.

“Oh, nothing in particular. It’s just… the sound of the bell has been awfully loud today.” L glanced off into the distance. Light could see nothing through the layers of rain, and he couldn’t hear any bells at all.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Really? You can’t hear it? It’s been ringing non-stop all day. I find it very distracting. I wonder if it’s a church. Maybe a wedding, or perhaps a…” He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

A wedding. Something L would never live to see, if Light got his way. The next time L entered a church, it would be in a casket.

A heart attack wouldn’t leave lasting marks on his face. He would look as though he was simply sleeping, though he never slept that long. Light imagined what it would be like to look down upon his corpse, to feel victory singing through his veins.

He had been fighting for this moment for so long. He was so close, he could practically taste it.

And his mind began to wander. His vision of L’s corpse was replaced by L’s naked body stretched out below him, L moaning Kira! over and over as Light fucked him. L lying there, exhausted, gasping for breath. L smiling up at Light, watching him leave without a goodbye.

Light could see the bruises around his neck, peeking out from his collar. The mortician would cover them with concealer, he was sure.

Would his eyebags be allowed to remain on his corpse? Or would those be brushed away as well? He imagined L with clear skin and shuddered. It was wrong.

What was he thinking? He had spent the past year on this journey, and now he was at victory’s doorstep.

L spoke. “Tell me, Light, from the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you’ve actually told the truth?”

The rain roared against the roof. It cast a curtain over L’s face. One might even say a funeral shroud.

Light hesitated, looked away. Thought of a million ways to report. No one is honest all the time, of course. Everyone lies. Maybe Light lied more than others, but always in self defense.

That wasn’t what L meant. They both knew that.

L’s body collapsing to the floor. The life draining from his eyes. L’s body in a casket. A headstone - what would the name say?

L falling to his knees. L writhing in pleasure. L begging Light to hurt him more.

“This is excellent work, Light-kun. I’m so proud of you for figuring all of this out.”

L’s casual touches, hand on his shoulder, hand on his thigh. L’s breath in his ear. The warmth of L’s body in their shared bed.

Light looked up. Met L’s eyes. Stepped closer, moved his hand from his face, rain be damned, to cup L’s chin.

L had fucked Light until he was completely drained, hardly able to move, staggering around the next day. Light had strangled L till he was wheezing, gasping, practically dead already. They had taken each other’s flesh between their teeth. They had dashed their tongues together like a ship wrecking itself on a rocky shore.

They had never shared a gentle kiss.

L tasted like sugar and strawberries.

“Of course I’ve lied. I’m a liar just like you.” He stared into L’s eyes. “That’s why you love me more than you fear me. And that’s why I love you more than winning this game.”

[alphaclxwn]

she deserves nice things and to be able to be her own person

i have so many thoughts about her and her deconstructed self she’s such a cool character to dissect

[chellychuu]

Misty 💛

Kofi ♡ Inprnt

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Cowabunga, Dudes!

[kundool]

trying different brushes💐

[amyrosedaily]

day 27: Chao!

PLEASE! Donate to save Muhammad Shehab's family! Main Post | GoFundMe

[marigraphia]

Hey remember when Kory was a Justice League member with a bangin' costume

[carp3tpasta]

Into Infinity

[whosectype]

A lil bit of fanart for @loimologia’s Chalice!!

[clodsire-the-random-creature]

The rainy mountain.

[lixenn]

Welcome to The Amazing Miyako Show, proudly sponsored by the infamous Murakami family! Remember, before you sign that pesky waiver absolving them of all responsibility for your life and limbs, let's get down to the action! You've been invited to be part of the show, and the hungry mob is hungry for some entertainment! Show off your skills, your talents, or your complete lack thereof, and dazzle the crowd! And don't worry, the only thing that could be on the chopping block is your dignity.

Thank you so much for the invitation! Lovely to receive this in my humble inbox Mel 💜✨

Be dazzled! Not.

(reading direction right to left because I'm a weeb 🫡)

Let it be known that the Murakami family should also have signed a waiver because Dave's lack of talent when it comes to singing is easily weaponized. RIP to everyones eardrums 🙏 (except Chief's because he came prepared and left the room after the first verse).

[fexrox]

soon you’ll be just like me!

[tei-to-tei]

he deserves the world, i love him so much