Dating Light Yagami (Pre!Death Note) )

﹙dating Light Yagami (Pre!Death Note) )

— ★ his man has a god complex. he sees no one above him. and if he sees a threat to his over achieving ability, he will taken them out immediately.

— ★ now let’s give a plot. your school had given the opportunity for 5 students to experience education in different countries for an experiment to see with countries have better education.

— ★ you had gotten Japan. you weren’t too psyched about it but it was a new scene for you to see. you were quickly accepted into Daikoku Private Academy. your grades and test score defended your intelligence beautifully. you exceeded have the academy in their eyes. and that ticked Light off.

— ★ he was supposed to be the golden student; not some random exchange student! Light didn’t appreciate being lesser than another.

— ★ he quickly came up with a plan. Japan talks. any rumors in a city spreads like wildfire. he would make you an outcast, forcing you to leave Japan and giving him back the title of a golden student.

— ★ but your aura couldn’t make him damage you in anyway. you were fiesty, humorous, and too intelligent for any harm to be done to you. there was an invisible gravitational pull between you two that was getting heavier on his end.

— ★ but his opportunist way had gotten the best of him. he saw you as leverage to better his reputation. you were popular. he was popular. popular + popular = power. he craved power.

— ★ “hey, you’re [ name ], right?” Light stands in front of you, hands in his pocket with a warm smile on his face. “i’m Light Yag—” you interrupt him, “Light Yagami. the school’s over achiever.” ‘who does this girl think she is?’ Light takes a breath, gathering his sweet boy persona back. “i heard that you’re the exchange student from [ your country ]. i’ve never been there. is it nice?”

— ★ he’s a sociopath. he craves validation from people. he’d say anything under the sun to have someone like him. just for them to be an asset for his path of success.

— ★ months after talking to you, he grew fond of your presence. you were the only person that had the courage to speak to him first. the both of you shared a lot on interests. his fondness turned into love. he finally looked past his pride and courted you.

𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

— ★ getting the plot out of the way, let’s list the way he treats you.

— ★ if you think he treats you differently than he did Misa…you’re somewhat right. he’s more considerate with you. he has problems or making big deals of one of your small mistakes, making you feel like shit after he’s had his fill on chastising you.

— ★ whenever you have those “i don’t like when you do this” moments, he somehow turns it on you. “you’re the problem.” “you’re too sensitive and you need to get over it.” “if you loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to change my ways.” the king of gaslighting.

— ★ if you want lighthearted headcanons, he rushes to get you to meet his family. his family is a huge part in his life though he may not show it. now that you’ve taken another piece in his life, it’s only right to have you meet them.

— ★ before he courted you, he used to daydream his future with you. little children running around your house. the wedding the both of you would have. it helped him sleep better at night.

— ★ he planned your first date to perfection. and, his reputation to the public was a big deal to him. having a bad date on his account wasn’t something he wanted. if you were someone random, he wouldn’t go this far. he had paid the waiter extra to not even look at you for too long. he reserved a secluded table from the rest of the restaurant with a beautiful scenery of the night in Japan.

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

— ★ if you didn’t know by now, he’d a dom. won’t never be submissive. he hates being emasculated by any means. but you aren’t complaining.

— ★ he knows what he’s doing. though he was a virgin when you two had met, he was naturally gifted in sex.

— ★ he’s skilled with his fingers. if you were needy while he was studying, he would sit you on his lap, hands stuffed in your pants and would make you release on his fingers until you would pass out. and to get you closer to the edge, he would kiss behind you ear, whispering sweet nothings to you.

— ★ missionary or doggy strictly. i picture him as a boobs man. in missionary, he would pinch your nipples, or bend down to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud.

— ★ in doggy, i feel like he would start on all four then turn to your bare back on his cheek, his large hands kneading your breasts.

— ★ the moment you’ve been waiting for (just me), he is a munch. his sex drive isn’t that high due to the fact that his main focus is his studies. but some days, he would love to be smothered in your thigh, his lower face glistening in your juices.

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today was a tragic day for the COD cosplay fandom. i am not one to be interested nor do i really get those types of videos on my for you page.

about a week ago, i came across a keegan's mask (whose account is now deleted) video "exposing" inquisitore3 for grooming and pedo activity. i wasn't invested in the drama but it was still in my mind. i didn't think much of it because she didn't bring much context or evidence to the table for us to observe.

then, maybe two days ago, i saw a video of some moron(s) breaking into his house. for what? i will do not know.

and comes today. i received the devasting news that inquisitore3 took his life on live the day prior. my heart sunk. i may not have known much about the creator but an innocent life was taken because minors were bored with their lives. it's a shock to me how low humans will go for any type of entertainment.

i may not be the right person to speak on this, but i feel sorry for those...incels. i feel sorry that they are so messed up to the point that they drive a man to insanity and suicide. i feel sorry for keegan's mask for her lack of morals and self-respect for herself that she can make fun of a pained man and only acknowneledge her mistake when an irreversable choice was made.

there are so many words i could type about but i would be here for centuries.

my deepest condolences to his family and friends. he will be deeply missed.

AGRYDVDJD JE

i’m acc bussing nuts

❛⠀TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

kinktober 2023. — day one.

synopsis. a simple job as a counselor at your local summer camp becomes more than what you bargained for when bodies start dropping.

✶⠀ ׅ⠀ ࣪⠀warnings. slasher!john wick 𝑥 f!reader — extreme dub-con. fuck or die. murder. gore. doggy position. machetes. size kink. major character death. friday the 13th au. 1.5k words.

josie's little note. slutty slasher szn's officially begun! i'm vv excited to share this with you guys! had to postpone this fic for a hot second— but hope you enjoy ♡🔪 !!

THE CHILDREN’S SCREAMING ECHOED THROUGH YOUR BRAIN.

You groaned, rubbing your temples tiredly as the sun beamed down on you. Your terribly short camp counsellor uniform allowed the rays to gently warm your skin, as you adjusted the sun glasses on your face. It was a nauseatingly hot summer’s day in July— and the joyus screams of the campers festered a migraine. 

“Hey, don’t run!” You call out to the two little girls whose feet padded alongside the lake bend. The two pigtailed wearing campers merely giggle at your expense, before continuing to run down to the dock filled with other campers. 

Lifeguard duty was truly your least favourite shift. You’d give anything to trade places with Michela’s aerobics group or Jake’s hiking activity. Anything to get out of this unbearable July sun. Sweat beads spouted on your forehead as you weaky fanned yourself with today’s schedule. 

A sudden loud burst snaps you from your sweaty daze as you jump up in surprise. Your eyes catch the sight of two older kids and a sad, torn inflatable toy. The plastic swims along the lake as the two boys look awkwardly at you.

“Are you kidding me?!” you groan, irritation burning on your skin along with the heat. Pulling your red shades back down, you make your way down to the dingy, old shack near the docks. A dusty little storage unit that your camp director keeps putting off on rebuilding. You let out a cough when the cloud of dust hits your face. The door damn near tears off from its weak, copper hinge. 

“I’m so not doing this gig again,” you mumble bitterly as you enter. The soft rays of sunshine in through the cracked window as you search for a replacement inflatable. The dusty plastic toy catches your eye on the bottom shelf, and as you lean down to grab it— 

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

The hoarse quiet whisper that’s been haunting you for the last two weeks of summer. The whisper that echoed in your ears, and sent the cool breeze down your spine. The whisper that had a pair of eyes watching you. 

YOU RAN.

Your worn out converse hit the bark of the forest, the tree branches slapping roughly against you as you hurry through the dark outdoors. The stain of Michela’s blood on your face, and the stench of it that burned your nostrils boiled bile in your throat.

 Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

That whisper rings through the forest, along with the sound of metal slashing and a masculine scream… then a loud thud. Your friends were being slaughtered left right and centre. The memories of Jake’s decapitated head rolling towards you made you want to hurl, scream and cry all at once. But, for now you just ran. Ran from the 6’1, machete wielding maniac.

You heard the folk stories, and the legends of John Wick— the boogeyman. What was supposed to be one of Brad’s stupid stories to scare the boys and girls at camp, became your unfortunate reality. 

Stupidly, you run onto the docks, leaving you in the wide open. For a moment, all goes quiet. You pant loudly and weakly, sobs wracking your chest as you look around tearfully for any means of escape. 

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

Creak.

A heavy footstep rests on the dock. Followed by another.. And then another.

You’re too terrified to turn around— or too slow to do anything as a large hand snatches your shoulder, and spins you around to face the inevitable. Letting out a blood curdling scream when you come face to face with your worst nightmare. John.

The brutish giant who towered over you, wearing what appears to be a leather coat and jeans— all gloriously painted with the blood and guts of your fellow counsellors. He glared at you coldly, his hand damn near pushing you back off the dock and into the murky waters. You watch frozen in fear as his blood covered hand lifts his machete, preparing you for your demise.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” You sob desperately, the moonlight bouncing off the machete and shining onto your face as John holds you over the ledge of the dock. “Please, don’t do this! I’ll do anything!”

John stares at you blankly, his firm hand still gripping tightly onto your top. Time freezes for what feels like ages before he lifts you back up off the ledge. He quirks his brow, his facial expression speaking for himself.

“Anything, please, just don’t kill me,” you beg desperately. John’s eyes trail from your puffy red face, past your breathing neck, to your breasts that rose up and down with each shaky breath. The colour drains from your face when you follow his eyes that scan your body hungrily. Wordlessly, you knew. John’s quick in his movements to push your helpless body down to the dock floor. 

A loud wooden crack rings out and pain blooms in your side as your head bangs against the docks. Your delicate face scratched along the rough wood of the docks as John’s machete slices cleanly up the pant-leg of your shorts. The bloodied metal snags at your underwear as well as the flimsy material falls off your body and you gasp at the sudden cold wind hiding your rear and cunt. Humiliating tears brim your eyes when John’s grimy hands spread you apart, his knee pushing yours further out— almost putting you on display. 

John’s low breathing reverberates in your ears and you hear the glob of spit forming between his lips as it stretches down, hitting your cold skin. Your body trembles as John’s fingers slide the spit in between your folds, and rip a gasp from your throat as he plunges his index and pointer finger into your small hole. 

“Shit— fuck—” you hiss under your breath.

John simply hums at your reaction, his face remains stoic. If he’s enjoying your reactions, he’s not showing it. He slides his fingers in and out of your cunt, his one act of mercy to prepare you for his final kill. Your dignity. The squelching of your wet cunt plays over the sound of crickets and the lake moving. His agonisingly slow movements serve to prolong this tortuous and depraved experience. You whimper when John’s hands disappear, leaving your empty cunt to clench the air. 

Ziiiipppp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat as you hear John’s belt buckle hit the floor. His large hand suddenly presses your head down harder against the wooden dock, the faint splinters digging into your soft cheeks. Tears well in your eyes, and you internally pray to the souls of your dead colleagues for forgiveness for what’s about to happen. Just as you try to lift your head up against his hand, your eyes meet your reflection as the machete violently stabs into the dock… Right next to your head.

“Don’t.”

He says firmly, sending chills down your spine. You whimper, like a little lamb to the slaughter. John’s hand returns to your head, his grip tighter as he holds you down. The head of his thick tip teasingly slides up and down between your wet folds. His other hand holds tightly onto the fat of your waist, dirty nails digging into your soft skin as his fat cock plunges slowly into your cunt.

His cock just hit so deep, and your small pussy is stretched to the brim. A choked sob dies in your throat as John’s eyes grow half-lidded, and a quiet sigh escapes from him. Your warm cunt engulfed him so well as he gradually moved his hips back and forth. His mushroom tip kissed your cervix, you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

You whimpered and sobbed, your lower lip in between your pearly white teeth as you bite down. The maroon copper taste fills your mouth with John’s unrelenting thrusts only getting faster. As a fruitless attempt to dry your tears up, you squeeze your eyes closed. John’s cock keeps rhythmically moving in and out of your walls, using your warm body like a ragdoll. Hot tears slide down your face, and John’s sweat hits your back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes never left the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

Something stirred in your lower belly, and your toes curled in your converse shoes as guilt swam in your chest. You opened your legs, and spread your cunt for the assailant who murdered your friends.. and you were enjoying it.

John’s hold on your body grew harder, when his thrusts got faster and faster. Through short huffs and tight grips, you could tell he was close. Suddenly, you felt John spurt a thick rope inside of you, filling your exhausted cunt to the brim with his seed. The pants and sobs fall from your mouth as your body collapses against the dock. The pleasure quickly be replaced with shame and horror, as John stands up, towering over your frame. 

You wince at the sharp sound of the machete being pulled from the docks. Your eyes follow his every move as his bloodied hand holds the handle of the machete, lifting it above his head, his dark eyes squint at you. Your eyes widen.

“No.. No, no, wait!”

Fin.

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thinking about mike leaning against the doorway watching fem!reader put abby to bed and it's SO FLUFFY.

no bc i love this!

imagine Abby is upset because you won’t leave Mike for a second. she practically drags you to her room; showing you her drawings and playing games from her closet.

mike wasn’t really worried. he knew his sister didn’t trust a lot of people and this was adorable to him. his two favorite girls getting along. he would check up on you momentarily.

for his last time checking, he almost cried at the scene in front of him.

you had tucked Abby in, softly singing as song with her as she slowly drifted to sleep. his mind began to race with thoughts.

as you made it to the bed, he cuddled up next to you, holding you close to him before whispering, “when will we have kids?”

i just got recced…

AAHHH

THANK YOU SM ! !🩷🩷

Fav Keanu writers? I'm so new to the fandom, and totally need recs! 😍😊

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I would love to tell you some of my favorite writers! This isn't a super big fandom, especially if you're looking for non-john wick works (I love him too I get it 😩), so it's really important to make sure we support the writers we do have <3

Some of my favorites are: @iovesia @meltingcandyheart @desoolate @neoinfinity @dyysania @fushic0re @sickzmbie @writers-advocate

I would love love loveee to see more keanuverse writers in the future! Reading others fics is just as important as writing your own, and I love seeing other's takes on different characters he's played <3

pussydrunk!mike who fucking loses it when he slides in. he finally removed the last piece of clothing blocking him from what he wants, revealing your glistening cunt. he’s dominant until he’s fully in you, spewing profanities and whining for his release.

pussydrunk!mike who’s the king of cunnilingus. he has the urge to bury himself in between your thighs, drowning in your juices as your moans keep him going. if the two of you have the house to yourself, best believe you’re getting eaten out. in the kitchen. him on his knees, flicking his tongue away at your slit to your clit, your dewy arousal covering his chin as you grip the counter for support.

pussydrunk!mike can get off just be fingering you. the way your spongy walls clamp around his digits sets him off. he curls his fingers inside of you whenever you get quiet. he loves to hear you. he wants to know how good he’s making you feel.

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