#Kira's Writing

[weremoose]

PREVIEW: Paranormal Deertective #1: The Laundry Room Haunting SUMMARY: Elmer's a deer down on his luck with a passion for the paranormal, Finnick's a single sheep dad trying to take care of his son, Finley, and Liam's a young rooster who's the new kid in town. When Elmer's elderly neighbour starts speaking of a ghost haunting the apartment's laundry room, the four of them work to solve this paranormal case, all with the help of an authorless book specialized in contacting the dead. WORD COUNT: 734 PREVIEW IMAGE:

Feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated; just please be respectful!

The door, greyed with age, screeched loudly in a way that made Liam cringe out of fear of being caught. Once Finley swung it open, they were greeted by the sight of a dark, dusty room, cobwebs littering every available space on the ceiling. There were books scattered everywhere, tossed haphazardly into random piles, although there were some stuffed into cubbies with no particular care. 

While Finley proceeded to walk in, Liam instinctively went to flick on the lights. Despite flicking the switch up…and down, and up, and repeating that several times in rapid succession, there was no response from the ceiling lights aside from the dimmest flicker.

“Don’t bother,” Finley eventually told him, “They don’t work. Just leave the door open.”

Liam wasn’t particularly fond of that idea given that it’d make it far more likely for the teachers to catch them, but he wasn’t fond of being stuck in the dark in a creepy room, either. So he did as Finley said, and moved on.

Glancing around at the mess, Liam was both puzzled and a little disturbed. He really wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that he wasn’t meant to be there or the decrepit condition of the room or both. Whatever the case, he felt uneasy. However, he couldn’t deny that he also found himself incredibly fascinated.

“Why does the school even have this place?” he asked genuinely.

Finley shrugged his shoulders. “No clue. They got lots of books here, though.”

Hesitant but morbidly curious, Liam approached one of the tall book stacks (well, more like a book pile. Or perhaps even a book hill). When his foot tapped against something on the floor, he instinctively looked down, finding a book at his feet.

Kneeling, Liam picked two books up, the dim lighting requiring him to squint to read the titles.

“‘The Health Benefits of Recycled Teeth?’” Looking at the book in his opposite hand, he lifted it closer to his face to read it better. “‘Top Ten Bugs That You Eat in Your Sleep.’”

“That one’s kinda boring,” Finley said casually. He appeared preoccupied with looking through the cubbies, clearly searching for something.

Liam quickly put down the books with an unsettled expression, as though they were burning his hands (which, frankly, with such cursed titles as that, it wouldn’t surprise him if they did).

“Why do they even have these?” Liam questioned. “Who would read this stuff?”

“Me,” Finley replied at once.

“But why?”

“I think they’re neat.”

Finley then pulled out a book, holding it out to Liam to show him.

“This one’s my personal favourite,” said Finley.

Curiosity still evident in his gaze, as though he’d already forgotten the absurdity of the last couple of titles, Liam took the book from Finley’s hands and read it:

“‘How to Contact the Dead?’”

Turning the book in his hands, Liam tried to find any sort of other text on the book’s leather bound cover.

“There’s not even an author,” he observed.

“I know. Cool, right?” Although Finley’s voice was fairly monotone, the excitement in his voice was still evident, complete with his fluffy tail wagging.

“It’s very mysterious.”

Liam’s curiosity persisted, and he decided to flip through some of its pages. A brief glance of its contents

showed that the book contained a lot of large words — definitely ones that weren’t elementary level — and written in a version of English that wasn’t exactly modern.

From what Liam could understand, it appeared to be very meticulous in its instructions. The author — whoever they might have been — was trying really hard to sell this whole ‘ghosts are real’ thing.

“Do you think any of it’s actually real?” Liam asked earnestly.

Finley merely shrugged. “Dunno. I’ve never encountered a ghost before to really confirm.”

“Do you want to?”

“If given the opportunity, I would take it, yes.”

Liam eyed the pages once more, then decided to hand it back to Finley at last.

“I don’t know if I’d want to see one,” Liam said decisively. “Sounds kinda scary.”

“They’re not that scary,” Finley said casually, “They’re just dead people.”

Liam shuddered, his feathers puffing up as he echoed in disbelief, “JUST dead people?”

“Yeah. I mean, they’re probably just like me and you, only deader.”

“And you’re okay with that? That thought doesn’t freak you out at all?”

“No. I’m not really scared of anything.”

“Huh. Wish that were me.”

[therulerofallpotatos]

I’m seriously considering setting up something to write original works as a second job online. Idk if I’d get a patreon or make a side blog here or what, but the general idea would be to take requests and set up payments. I don’t know if anyone would be interested and it’s a bit intimidating figuring out the details of setting it up. Ideally, people could send in requests and I’d be able to write something within a reasonable amount of time.

[shoichisgrl]

[1:54pm]

Tremble for my beloved.

He’s been worried. He hasn’t seen you in days. He misses you, your touch, your warmth, your laughter. But when he enters your room, seeing you in the corner of your bed, sobbing into your pillow, he knows. Of course it's normal for people to go through changes of emotion, but he hates seeing you like this. As he puts your face into his hands, wipes your tears with his thumbs and kisses the middle of your forehead he whispers “Its okay baby, just breathe, I’m here” And with those softly spoken words, your anxious thoughts slowly fade away, as you sink yourself into the comfort of his arms.

©Shoichisgrl: all rights reserved. do not edit, modify, repost, or claim my works as your own.  

[bonewreath]

so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[writergeekrhw]

Why did Kira keep getting hooked up with random men when she was clearly a lesbian?

Real talk? It was the '90s. Paramount wasn't ready for LGBTQ+ Kira.

If you want an in-universe explanation, remember that Kira's pretty conservative religiously and socially, and probably more than a little repressed.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[maiumeni]

[journey-to-the-attic]

family reunion!! (imagine this is some hypothetical jtta version of s3)

[koralira-kira]

him as a boyfriend ★bang chan★

pairings : idol!bangchan x reader

genre : romance, fluff, dating an idol, i'd say slice of life

synopsis : little sneak peak of you and bang chan's cute little secret relationship

warnings : profanities used

wc : 336

notes : cute little bang chan fic cuz i said so. i'll also try and attempt to do other members too! that is if i could WAHSHJKAKAJSH. anyways, enjoy! and also please feel free to message me for any suggestions. fandoms that i can write is skz, enhypen, jjk, and bnha at the moment. that's all!

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-i feel like i'd imagine him being that type that would stock a bunch of snacks inside the bedside table, pantry, living room, anywhere and everywhere, really. heck, maybe even in the bathroom. he would find any places that he could stock snacks for the both of you. sometimes he'll just surprise you by offering you one of his snacks while lying on the couch

"you want some?"

"since when did you get that???"

-calling chan by his full government name when you're upset or angry. his eyes would expand the moment he'd hear you screaming his name. mind scrambling, he doesn't know what to do, he was panicking like a motherfucker, honestly.

"did you finish the pack of goldfish again??"

"it's in the pantry besides the ramen, darling!"

"...oh found it! thanks, love!"

thank god you didn't notice the vanilla ice cream he accidentally ate had gone missing.

"hey, have you seen the vanilla haagen dazs that i bought a week ago?"

well shit.

-he'll secretly ask for felix's brownie recipe for the both of you to bake when it's his day off. he knew you always loved felix's sweet chocolate delicacy. so, what better way is it to make it with you?

"woah, this tastes just like felix's. did you get his recipe?"

then he's all in denial like

"no, i searched a few recipe's online and tried what worked best."

-he'll definitely let you hear a little sneak peak of a few unreleased songs. sometimes, he'll ask or call you to help him with a few lyrics.

"oh yeah, that would definitely sound better with the drums."

"right? it really makes a whole lot better."

-tell me that he doesn't make a playlist for you cuz he certainly will. no doubt. like two weeks into the relationship, he texted you that he made a whole playlist  for you.

"hey, i made a playlist for you," then he proceeds to send the link to you.

folded. like straight up folded, i tell you.

fin

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[weremoose]

PREVIEW: Paranormal Deertective #1: The Laundry Room Haunting SUMMARY: Elmer's a deer down on his luck with a passion for the paranormal, Finnick's a single sheep dad trying to take care of his son, Finley, and Liam's a young rooster who's the new kid in town. When Elmer's elderly neighbour starts speaking of a ghost haunting the apartment's laundry room, the four of them work to solve this paranormal case, all with the help of an authorless book specialized in contacting the dead. WORD COUNT: 877

Feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated; just please be respectful!

Dissatisfied and suspicious, Mr. Ludwig grunted. He then placed his hands on his hips disapprovingly. “I swear, that lady…she’s the reason I even gotta deal with all this plumbin’ crap, you know that?”

Having heard this rant many times before, Elmer resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“How so?” he asked, despite knowing what Mr. Ludwig was going to say already.

“All of her rambling about darn ghosts is scarin’ the tenants off! Blabberin’ on about them livin’ in the pipes. Y’know, I bet any money the Smiths left ‘cause of her.”

What the landlord said was true — a few tenants had left since Mr. Ludwig started working on the plumbing and the washing machine. And it was true, many were aware of Mrs. Jennings’ superstitions. But she most certainly was not the cause of them leaving, this much Elmer knew.

With as much innocence as he could possibly muster, Elmer asked, “Didn’t the Smiths’ toilet suddenly overflow several times in a week?”

“Everyone gets toilet trouble here an’ there, Elmer.” (Elmer tried not to think about how poorly Mr. Ludwig worded that.) “Nobody ever packs up an’ leaves ‘cause of it! That old ding-a-ling got in their ear and frightened ‘em off!”

“Aw, c’mon, Mr. Ludwig, that’s not fair. Mrs. Jennings is a sweet lady!”

This earned him a sharp glare from the boar. “And you,” he said suddenly, jabbing a finger at him.

If Elmer’s arms weren’t preoccupied with holding the laundry basket, he would’ve gestured to himself as he said in confusion, “Me?”

“You keep enabling her! You think I don’t hear ya’, always feedin’ into her delusions? All ‘cause, what, you’re some kinda ghost fanatic?”

Elmer blinked, genuinely taken aback by the accusations; Mr. Ludwig had never been particularly kind regarding his interest in the paranormal, but he always seemed to view it as nothing more than a harmless annoyance. This was the first time he actually attacked him for it.

Elmer finally put down his laundry basket, placing a hand on his chest as he said, “I’m not trying to enable her, Mr. Ludwig! I’m just tryin’ t’ entertain a li’l old lady, that’s all. She lives on her own, y’know — she doesn’t have many people to talk to—"

“Pah!” Mr. Ludwig interrupted him. “There are a thousand and one other things you can talk about with old people. Ask ‘em what they ate for breakfast, they could go on a tangent ‘bout it for hours — maybe even tell ya’ ‘bout what they had fifty years ago. Doesn’t need to be about ghosts!”

“C’mon, Mr. Ludwig—"

“No, YOU come on, Elmer! I’ve had enough between the two of ya’s but especially from you! After I get this darn thing fixed, I don’t wanna hear anymore of it, got it!? Zip! Zero!”

Elmer watched as his landlord stormed back up the stairs, momentarily frozen in place out of intimidation, then eventually shook it off. ‘Annoyed’ always seemed to be Mr. Ludwig’s default state, so Elmer chalked it up to him being in a particularly bad mood. Frankly, he pitied Mr. Ludwig — how awful must it be to be that unpleasant about everything all the time?

Exhaling a patient sigh, he picked his basket back up, once again moving to leave the building. He absentmindedly spared a glance towards the laundry room door— and looked at it with his ears perked straight up in surprise.

The cake crumbs were gone.

Making sure Mr. Ludwig was gone with a brief glance towards the stairs, Elmer then put his basket down again and got to his knees, lowering himself close to the floor. Squinting, he observed closely, trying to find any sign of them — after all, he could have simply overlooked them — but no, they were definitely gone. Not even a single speck remained.

Furthermore, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a small puddle of water that trailed underneath the door. He definitely hadn’t seen it before.

Getting to his hooves, Elmer (after sparing yet another cautious glance) opened the door and peered inside. It was rather drab-looking, but then again what else could he expect from a laundry room? The landlord removed things from it to make space for the plumber and left it mostly vacant, leaving only the washing machine and dryer left.

That being said, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He did, however, spot that the trail led to the machine. He slowly walked beside it, approaching the machine carefully. He saw a hint of liquid creeping from underneath the closed lid. Slowly, he extended a hand to open it—

CLUNG-CLUNG

Flinching away with a yelp of surprise, Elmer rapidly looked this way and that as the pipes suddenly started rattling. They rattled twice or three times, and the sound moved about the room — indeed, as if something was moving through them.

The deer didn’t hesitate to leave at once, as though he was fleeing after trespassing on someone’s property. He rapidly shut the door behind him, and took a few steps away from it. Once his fearful reaction had subsided, however, a puzzled look replaced it, and he couldn’t help but smile excitedly.

Without another word, he picked up his laundry basket and hurried to the laundromat.

[therulerofallpotatos]

Spent the past three hours reading terms of service and fucking around woth settings on venmo and im exhausted and im getting to the point of just making a side blog w a venmo link in the bio cuz its simple and i know how that would work im p sure

[captainhysunstuff]

19 more images below the cut (WARNING: Some PG-13 saucy shenanigans ahead)

Part three of their date: an unconventional visit to a nearby alley so Light can clear his head and try to get to the point of the outing. The events lead him to becoming confident enough to move onto the next stage...

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[bonewreath]

in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.

18+ minors dni!

You and Ellie aren’t together. 

You’re not a couple. You’d both agreed to keep things casual. You’re just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that. 

So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?

You’re dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt. 

You and Ellie aren’t together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. There’s nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because you’re single… Right?

On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. She’s sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes. 

“You look nice,” Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that she’s paused her game; she’s sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice. 

“Thank you, Ellie.” You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice. 

“Where are you going?” 

Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that you’re going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But it’d be stupid to lie - you’re single. You’re allowed to go out.

“I’m, um, going on a date.”

You don’t look at her when you say it - you know you’d feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or… Roommates with benefits?

“Oh,” Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. “Okay. Have fun, then.”

There’s no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and she’s back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again. 

You clear your throat. “Thanks. I’ll, um… See you later.” 

Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellie’s lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck. 

And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs. 

God, this date was a mistake.  

Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your date’s job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinner’s finally over and they’ve signed the check, you’re itching to leave.

Not long after you’ve made it back home, you’re face-down on Ellie’s bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit. 

She’d asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadn’t given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, “That’s it, moan for me.” 

And she’s always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but there’s something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval. 

“Good fucking girl,” she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. “Wanna tell me whose pussy this is?”

There it is - something she’s never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie won’t let you off so easily. 

“Flip over,” she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when you’re on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellie’s fingers makes you want to sob. 

“Ellie,” you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. “Please make me come.”

A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles. 

“I will, princess,” she assures you, “but I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you might’ve forgotten.”

Guilt twists in your gut. “You, Ellie.” 

“What about me?”

There’s a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. “I… Belong to you.”

“Mm, that’s right.” Ellie’s hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. “These are mine?”

“Yours,” you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellie’s bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive. 

“What about this?” Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole. 

“Yours, Ellie, it’s yours,” you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. She’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

“This is mine?” She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.

Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?”

And it’s not so hard to admit - Ellie’s had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellie’s fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming. 

“My pussy’s yours,” you pant, “s’all yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.” 

You’re pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like it’ll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and it’s like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her. 

When you come, it’s with Ellie’s name on your lips. And you know it’s true - you’re entirely hers.

[mx-sinisters]

sin’s twelve days of christmas gifts; 2023

spike spiegel & faye valentine ❄ happy holidays @kiraannwrites

[writergeekrhw]

Why is mirror Kira so queer coded? Don’t get me wrong, I’m here for it, but was that something that was intentional?

It was intentional to portray Mirror Kira as Kira without the guard rails. That includes things she could definitely use, like, you know, a conscience, but it also means Mirror Kira doesn't suffer from denial, religious hang-ups, or general self-repression.

Draw your own conclusions from that.