#f/o: l lawliet

[lovinggreeniehours]

i know i said i would add him but i didn't it's just that. hhhh. where do i put this bastard 😭

[problromantic]

So I think we're all in agreement that L would be the type of yandere that prefers subtle manipulation. But what I don't see enough is the fact that L is stupid rich (he has the ability to make 60 million a year on stocks alone when accounting for inflation, I did the math but I hate math so you're not seeing my work) and he would use that to his advantage. And I'm not talking about money he could use to keep his beloved trapped or make sure whatever crimes he commits are left unseen (though push comes to shove that might be the case).

I mean that L gets very generous to build a rapport with his sweetheart.

Imagine that they have a go fund me, a small business, they're a small streamer or they do independent sex work online. One day they're suddenly getting massive amounts of money. If it's a platform where interaction is encouraged he comments just a little paired with that money, just enough to make them wonder why or how. And he keeps at it until the interactions are normal, until the object of his affections can't help but drop their guard a little. That's his in and he has the patience to wait for it to all seem natural as he slowly guides them towards an online friendship. Until it gets to the point he's offering to buy them anything they could want and they start to feel a bit indebted to him. He starts to test the boundaries but only ever to keep them safe, comfortable, and to know every single thing about them. Though he knows he has to hide that last part.

And don't they want to go on a trip? To meet up? (So he can see them in person finally and keep love bombing them.) He knows he looks a bit odd in person but he's still being friendly in his way. He just wants them to grow attached to him and learn it's okay to be completely dependant on him. He's fully aware it's wrong, but what he'll have to do if it doesn't work is much more uncomfortable for them (he has to; he won't be satisfied with his life if he doesn't). So in the end he finds it hard to care. Especially if they enjoy it.

[bugs1nmybrain]

L. Lawliet licking honey off female readers tummy and breasts then eating whipped cream off of their pussy- please 🙏

tasty ~ l lawliet x self insert: foodplay

It has taken me a while to get to this, but I've been excited to write about it. L and food play is something I've thought about before, but honestly, I was a little embarrassed to.

Notes about the reader: she/her pronouns, female anatomy, she is blatantly based off of me and is named "Lydia". Her physical features aren't described a lot, though, aside from female sex characteristics

I decided to make the reader me this time because, honestly, writing an ambiguous love interest all the time makes it hard for me to be creative. I hope that's not a bother, but if it is, I apologize and no one is obligated to read this.

Warnings: NSFW (18+ MDNI), self insert, dom L at first but he becomes sub later in the fic, food play (honey and whipped cream), breast sucking, oral (fem and male receiving), nervous reader and L, TEASING, panties fetish, bad POV grammar, established relationship, fatass Beetlejuice reference, no penetration, not proofread yet

"So, what do you think?"

Lydia sat in front of L, dumbstruck by his request. It really wasn't surprising, it was actually pretty L of him. It was rare to find him not downing sweets like no one's business, so this was bound to come. She felt embarrassed, yet not surprised by any means.

Once she could get past how flustered L's question made her, she nodded with a bashful smile.

"I'd be okay with trying that out," Lydia flashed a gentle smile of approval.

"Truly? You seem hesitant."

"I'm not..or-I mean, I guess I am hesitant. It's just because I'm embarrassed."

"If you're feeling self-conscious, I'll assure you that you'd look nothing than gorgeous covered in sweets." While what he said was very flattering, L's deadpan voice made it hard for Lydia not to laugh a little in response.

"It's not all that. I'm just not used to being so exposed."

Taking her anxiety into consideration is something he had already prioritized in this case. However, L had recently paid close attention to her...fantasies. Or at least the ones he was able to find out about. Lydia was a woman with a high sex drive, whether she came to him about it or not was a different story. He had a new side quest to test what aroused her, going as far as to try things they both felt sheepish towards.

The two's sexual relationship was great, however very fresh. Trying more "kinky" sexual activities was new to both of them. Sure, Lydia (and possibly L) had watched a variety of pornography to get a sense of what was erotic to them.

They were currently at a point where the couple would have sex frequently, but it was somewhat predictable. L and Lydia felt great sexual attraction to one another, so chemistry and arousal weren't an issue. But the suspense was starting to lose its pace, something both of them yearned for in times of sexual pleasure.

"We could go completely at your pace and comfortability, love. I don't want to embarrass you (kind of a lie). I just think that this could possibly enhance trust between us. It's also...something that I've, uhm..fantasized about. A couple of times (absolute truth)."

There were already a few ideas in Lydia's head about fetishes L may have had but hadn't been confirmed yet. Seeing him admit to one, though, made her blush and tingle.

"Is that so? Hehe, I thought that you may have."

"Observant as always. That's why you're my dearest."

Lydia didn't respond but instead became flustered to herself and avoided eye contact. Her cheeks were already looking warm, heightening L's arousal when he noticed.

"Would you want to try now?" L asked, scanning her face for any discomfort from his question, or even arousal.

To his satisfaction, her cheeks lit up more, accompanied by an eager smile. She nodded vigorously, with a beam of excitement in her eyes.

"Alright, then. I'm going to go grab a couple of things for us, but I'll be back very soon."

L stood up, about to turn to walk out of the room, but redirected himself back to Lydia. He quickly placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, but turned back around and left the room without any acknowledgment afterwards.

.....

Lydia sat pretty on the bed, unsure if she should be undressing or not. She decided to play it safe and just stay put for now. Not very long after, L opened the door. He only had two things with him, surprisingly. She almost expected him to bring the whole nine yards with him. All he had with him was a jar of extra-sweetened honey and a can of whipped cream.

L made his way over to the bed, placing the containers down as he sat in front of her, sitting in his traditional position.

"You look very pretty today," L compliments. Lydia looked up at him, to see what she thought was a flustered look (it was hard to tell with L). He reached his hand to gently brush her hair with his fingers.

She blushed which made L smile, making no effort to hide his expression. Making Lydia flustered was one of his favorite things. The fact that he, someone so weird and off-putting, could make her feel this way struck a bit of pride in him. Though, perhaps it only made sense, given she was rather strange and unusual herself. Her unhinged demeanor was one of the reasons L found her so adorable.

"Thank you."

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes.."

As always, his lips were incredibly soft and inviting. He was also excellent with his tongue.

The kiss became heated not so shortly after, and L's hands had begun to roam. His delicate, long fingers found their way up Lydia's stomach, pulling her shirt along with them. He kissed her neck up to her jawline as he pulled the shirt off. Soon after came her pants.

"Mmm..." L adores. His fingers immediately rub themselves gently on her clothed clitoris. They caressed her gently, causing Lydia to whimper in pleasure.

"I love you," he continues. His affirmation was much appreciated by the butterflies in Lydia's stomach, fueling her arousal.

"I love you too."

L reached for the honey. He had brought a spoon with him to help put it on her easier. He dipped his spoon in the jar after opening it, causing Lydia to tense up anxiously. L recognizes her timid body language and stops.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable?"

You smile at his consideration and nod your head.

"Nervous, but I'm comfortable and trust you."

"I appreciate that. "

He made sure to lean down and give her a gentle kiss for reassurance. Right after that, he dipped his spoon in the jar, swirled the spoon around to help with the consistency, and held it above her. When the honey fell on her stomach, she cringed at the cold sensation. L realized that perhaps he should've warmed up the honey.

"Sorry.."

"It's ok, love," Lydia assured him.

The honey began drizzling on her breasts. The sticky substance fell over her skin, causing Lydia's clit to twitch. L smirks in response, though he tries to hide his face.

L puts the spoon back in the jar and screws the lid back on. He looks back at Lydia as she is exposed on the bed, only covered by her panties. She was absolutely gorgeous to him, and the sight made him clam up. He swallowed as discreetly as he could and redirected his attention to what the goal was.

"May I?" He asks, catching her eyes in his, holding out the contact for approval.

"Yes."

He oogles her for a moment before kneeling on top of her. Seeing her full breasts covered in honey was making him very embarrassed, especially because all he wanted to do was put his mouth all over her right now.

"You look incredible..."

Lydia buried her face in her hands and giggled in embarrassment. L started by running his hands over places that weren't covered in honey, trailing his soft fingertips along her sides up to her shoulders. With hesitation, he leans forward to attach his mouth onto her breast. The honey tasted great, and her tit was supple and soft. Lydia felt a shameful arousal build up and her thighs started squeezing together in response. L gave both of them equal attention and then began making his way down her tummy.

The flavor of the honey made this much more comfortable for L. Thid made him a bit nervous admittedly, as the act was so vulnerable for the both of you. It made it easier to lick and suck at your skin with something sweet to distract himself with. He could feel himself growing hard already.

He finally made it to her panties. He looks up at Lydia with neutral but lustful eyes before asking her, "Are you ready for the next part?"

"Y-yes."

"You sure?"

"It's okay," she giggles in response, appreciative of his consideration. Though it wasn't like he hadn't already seen her nude many times before. "You can go ahead."

Lydia's hearts throbbed in her chest while L pulled her panties off. He looked at the mess inside of them with amusement. Her secretion of wetness was always fascinating to him, and her scent was a turn on her him if he was honest.

"Can I keep these for a day or so?"

Lydia laughed at his request, but not offended by any means. "Yes, love."

He gave them a brief whiff, trying to define every detail of her scent. He could tell she had showered recently by the lack of musk, aside from her wetness. His attention returned to her pussy, which was visibly drenched in arousal. The sight made L lightly bite down on his lip.

"You fold so easily for me," he remarks with a cocky tone.

"I do not!"

"Mhm, sure," his fingers return to her clit, stroking lightly for a little bit, actually forgetting for a moment that they were supposed to be incorporating food.

L took the can of whipped cream and shook it to make sure it came out consistently. Remembering the incident with the honey before, he directed his attention to Lydia.

"This might be cold."

"Okay," she smiled at him bashfully, keeping her gaze up at the ceiling as he sprayed the whipped cream on her cunt. He was very generous with the amount he put on her.

"Alright.." L moved Lydia's thighs further apart and dipped his head in between. He latched his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking all over, actively avoiding her clitoris on purpose. L was known for being a tease like that.

He focused on the taste of the sweets, diving to wherever he could find more of the substance. His mouth sucked along her lips and the sides of her cunt.

"L.."

"Hm? What is it, love?"

"Mmmrrhh," her desperate whines were clearly trying to tell him to put his mouth in the right spot, but he feigned ignorance like always.

"I'm afraid I don't understand gibberish, Lydia." He looked up at her with a face covered in the white cream and sticky consistency.

"Please...?"

"Use your words."

"My clit.."

"What about it?"

She scrunched up her face in annoyance. Not that she didn't love his playful banter with her, but she was aching to be pleasured.

"Please, it's sensitive."

"I can imagine, love. Let me help with that, hm?"

"Mhm~"

To her bliss, he gave her exactly what she needed, wrapping his mouth on her clit. He couldn't see what it looked like due to the whipped cream, but he could tell by the feeling of it on his mouth that she was swollen and yearning.

He placed a little more cream on her cunt, and continued praising her pussy with his skilled tongue. He sucked on her nub as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the whipped cream and flicked his tongue accordingly. He was attentive to how it would pulse against his tongue and how Lydia's hips would jerk when she liked a particular motion. It got to the point where L had to hold her hips down to keep her still.

Her moans caused his cock to strain, making him muffle and grunt against her cunt.

"Fuck, you taste so good."

"It's really just the cr-"

"Shhh.." he continued lapping at her sensitive cunt to silence her, though she only wailed in pleasure. He buried his face closer into her cunt, reaching over her thighs to fondle her tummy while he did.

"Mm~ I'm.."

"Mhm. I know, sweetheart. Go on.."

He didn't stop his attack afterwards, repeating her favorite motion of his tongue as much as he could until her muscles began contracting and her legs and hips squirmed.

"Aaahh~!.☆.☆.♡♡♡~"

As she came all over his face, he sucked at her cunt more, extending her orgasm as much as he could. When her body finally gave out and went limp, he gave a couple more kisses to her cunt before coming up for some much needed air.

"How are you feeling, my love?" He asked as he rubbed gentle circles onto her inner thigh.

"G-good.." she was a little shakey from her orgasm but had a very blissful smile to accompany her. Seeing her surrender to him like this made him horny beyond belief.

"I'll go get some things to clean you up and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"Wait.."

"Hm?"

"Um..what about you?"

"What about me?"

Lydia laughed softly, amused that he didn't ask himself. "Couldn't I do the same to you?"

"Wha-oh! Uh--I.."

L hardly stammered like this, it was a treat to Lydia to get to see him obviously flustered like this.

"Do you want that?"

She looked at him intently, watching him trying to hold back a blushy smile.

"I'd-uh-y-yes. Yes. I'd love that, Lydia."

Lydia sat upwards, waiting for L to situate himself. Despite his awkward and blunt composure, L was gentlemanly in the sense that he typically didn't ask for things like a blowjob often, usually leaving that decision up to Lydia. He saw it as extremely vulnerable not only for him but for Lydia as well. He wasn't big necessarily, but his cock was longer in length and so he didn't want her to feel pressured about her performance. Though tonight, he was definitely grateful she had initiated this.

L sat awkwardly on the bed with his thighs spread as he sat like he always did. Lydia approached him, still nude and not fully cleaned up yet. She rested in between his legs and placed her hands in his chest, motivating to get him to lay down. She unzipped his pants and took them off. His cock sprung out, flushed at his tip and looking painfully hard.

Lydia reached for the whipped cream and doused his cock in it. It made him embarrassed underneath his deadpanned pink-faced stare, but as soon as she began sucking the consistency off his glans, he couldn't have cared less about his embarrassment.

The way she tended to his cock made it seem as if she was trying to tell him how much she loved him through every suck, lick, and stroke. She moaned and breathed through her nose, occasionally wincing as she attempted to take as much of him as she could. She made his heart flutter ever so slightly as she did so. He noticed how when she couldn't take him as far as she wanted, she'd try to compensate by sucking at spots she knew he was most sensitive at.

She pulled back his foreskin to make sure she got all of the whipped cream, dragging her tongue up to suck his tip after. He could feel himself get close to cumming, she usually was able to get him with very simple displays of adoration for him.

At this point, all the whipped cream was gone and his cock was sticky. She bobbed her head and coated L's cock with her saliva. His hand rested at his face, pulling at his lips while he let out whimpers.

"Mmm.."she hummed on his cock, almost making him cum then and there. L reached down to run his fingers through her scalp, which made her react by pushing her mouth further on his cock. He could hear Lydia choke and wanted to stop her from hurting herself, but she didn't seem to mind as she kept going. Her watery eyes and flushed face drove his cock crazy, as it started to twitch and his balls clenched.

"Lydia.."

"Mhm," she nodded with his cock in her mouth, a strange feeling for him but even so, his arousal only got worse and he ended up cumming down her throat abruptly.

"Hrnnn...." L sighed out, trying to regulate his breathing again. He pet Lydia's head while she released his cock from her mouth, swallowing his cum in the process.

"You didn't have to swallow, I know it's not tasty."

"It's ok. Yours isn't bad. I also have whipped cream residue in my mouth so it diluted the flavor."

"Thank you."

She smiled at him and came back up to huddle up next to him. She looked up at him like she had something to say.

"What is it?" L asked.

"Can I kiss you? I know my mouth was just uh.."

L scoffs. "Don't worry about that. Mine hasn't been anywhere better."

Lydia kissed L softly, and rested her face on his shoulder. He rested his hand on her hip and allowed her to embrace him.

"I think it would be appropriate to go take a shower and brush our teeth, don't you think so?" L questioned her teasingly.

"Yea. I'm sticky."

"Me too. I had a good time doing this, did you?"

"Hehe, yes. It felt very good."

"I thought so, too. I'm grateful you agreed to do this with me."

"I enjoyed it very much. I'd be okay with doing it again in the future."

"Oh we definitely will. Maybe we'll experiment with other scenarios too, hm?"

"Like what?"

"Oh darling, I have quite a few ideas in mind for us..."

[lawliel-diary]

I’m a major bottom but this selfship for some reason has me wanting to be a service top so bad…. I want L to ride me until he cums, I want him to cockwarm me, I need to press him into the mattress while he whimpers and moans, telling me not to stop, to keep going, just like that. Just when I think I can’t take much more and that I need to pull out I want him to whisper, “no” and cling to me, milking me dry

[would-they-listen-to-that]

would Lawliet from Death Note listen to Poltergeist by CORPSE husband?

Ily ur blog btw!

aww, thanks so much! i'm so glad that y'all are enjoying it! :D

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[arwenkenobi48]

Currently watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with my f/os and L was licking his lips throughout the entire sweet factory subplot, bless him

Now we’re all planning to sing the Old Bamboo song when it comes up

Best way to spend our anniversary ❤️

[sleepycicada]

[taraprince]

L Lawliet nsfw ABC’s

// GN reader most of the time, mentions pussy in a couple tho sidnrjf //

AN: this is my first write, so it’s probably bad 🤷🏻‍♀️

A (aftercare) - he loves you dearly, and always tries to make sure your alright after he fucked your brains out for hours. However, he doesn’t always have a lot of time to care for all your needs. A lot of the time, he starts a warm bath with plenty of bubbles for you and makes sure your not in pain before putting his clothes back on and refocusing on the task he had previously been working on.

B (bottom or top) - he is a switch. He loves when he can look down at you and cage you between his surprisingly large forearms while he works his ways, but he also is very tired a lot of the time, usually resulting in you taking control.

C (cum) - he loves your face when he fills you up with his cum. Just the sight of you can make his fragile body climax again and again. Hes not very fond of the idea of condoms, he finds them uncomfortable and restricting, however if you ask him to wear one he’ll respect that and do as you ask.

D (dress up) - he has a LOT of disguises due to his detective work, and hes definitely spread your legs a time or two while wearing a fancy-boy suit and tie, but he prefers you both be fully exposed to one another to create a stronger bond. (but he wont complain if you want to dress up in a sexy lingerie for him)

E (experience) - hes definitely extremely inexpeirenced. Hes just never had the time to really explore the wonder of anothers body. Yes, he has had a fairly quick sexual exchange with a person or two to get out of a tight situation, but really nothing more than oral exchanges.

F (fav position) - hes a vanilla guy. Just plain missionary works wonders for him. He loves being able to hold you close and look deep into your lustfull eyes while making love. Hes not opposed to trying new positions if youd like, though. You two have definitely done it on the desk before.

G (goofy) - you will NEVER find yourself laughing while you two are making love. Hes a very serious man, and does his very best to pleasure you in the best ways. if you giggle or anything during your time of intimacy, he’ll pull away and ask what the fuss is.

H (hair) - though he doesnt have much free time, he likes to keep himself nice, neat, and shaved. He prefers you do the same, but he’ll never say anything if you dont.

I (intamacy) - hes extremely intimate during sex, and really just in general. Though he doesnt have much to any sexual expierience, he sure does know how to make a pool in your panties.

J (jack-off) - he prefers to not resort to masterbation, but if hes away working on a case or for some reason isnt able to have sex with you in a moment of his need, he’ll slowly (and a bit shamefully) pleasure himself to photos of you he has saved (some of which you dont even know about)

K (kink) - like i said, plain vanilla. Hes not opposed to anything, though. You want him to bind you to the bed using his prop handcuffs? Done. you want him to cover you in whipped cream and eat it off you slowly? Of course. You want him to smack you and tell you youre nothing? He thinks its a bit odd, but hell oblige.

L (location) - his favorite place to do you is on his bed, but he doesnt mind. As long as your both comfortable hes all in. his desk? Sure. the kitchen? Alright. He just wants to be able to enjoy as much time with you as he can.

N (no) - hes pretty open to anything, and even if he thinks something is a bit out of taste he usually wont say anything as long as your happy. However, the one thing he will absolutely never do is have a threesome. He is completley devoted to you, and simply wouldnt feel comfortable with someone else sharing your intimate moments.

O (oral) - sweet mother of kira he loves your mouth. One of his favorte things is to have you under his desk giving him a nice blowjob while he works. He also loved eating your pussy raw while you squirm under him. He’ll tease at your clit until your crying and begging him to stop.

P (pace) - he usually goes at a medium pace while thrusting into you lightly. He’d never want to hurt you in any way, but if you ever wanted him to go faster/harder, he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Q (quikie) - he HATES quickies because he feels that they dont bring out the intimacy that just having whole hearted sex does, but sometimes you two have to resort to one if your really antsy.

R (risk) - he loves the adrenaline that fucking you in a public space gives him, especially holding his title as the worlds best detective, but he does prefer making love to you in a quiet, secluded space.

S (stamina) - when hes on the top, he can usually last a few rounds despite him being drained from his work. When hes on the bottom, he can go for as long as you want since hes just laying there, worshipping your bouncing body.

T (toys) - he FOR SURE owns a few toys. Does he use them? Not really. Theyre more props for investigations than sex toys, but tomato tamato. If you ever asked him to use a toy on you, he wouldnt hesitate.

U (unfair) - depends on his mood. If hes in a good mood he’ll treat you like the princess you are and let you cum whenever you need to. If hes had a tough day he’ll take it out by teasing you until your cunt is sobbing for him and your begging him to let you cum.

V (volume) - he definitely whimpers and you cant change my mind. He has so much built up emotion, and despite his quiet and mysterious deminor hes VERY vocal.

W (wild card) - theres not a lot about him that could surprise you, given hes very blunt and direct with what he wants.

X (xray) - hes about 9 inches when hard, with a fairly large girth. He loves your face everytime he stuffs you full.

Y (yearning) - his sex drive isnt really high; he doesnt have a lot of time to think about sex. You two would probably only have sex once or twice a month.

Z (zzz) - usually after you two are done hes up for multiple more hours, either wokring or laying down cuddling you and studying your heartbeat.

RAHH AND ITS DONE 💪 pls give me some writing tips ksjdjrjd thx for reading LUV U 🫶

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‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

A:

‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

Rie (OC):

Rie is my original character and though she has been inserted into Ohba Tsugumi's Death Note universe, her design, character, and non canon related storyline are all my own original work. Do not steal her design, claim her as your own, or use her for “inspiration” — it's flattering but it often ends up a copy. However, sfw fanart and story cameos of her are always appreciated! character ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024.

tag: #desunorie

Aliases

⏱ First Draft

Interview

⏱ Introduction

Real Name

Terrible & Terrifying

Thoughts (Rie/Light)

Rie stuff has a blog! @dailyreine 🩷 – now inactive, it's back on main haha

my writing tag is #lei writes. Comment or DM to be added to a taglist (character/s, headcanon format, anything).

╾ ART

All of my art is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or trace, copy, use for ai, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024

surprise! bonus section! I also do art (mostly of Rie but maybe I'll do canon characters, you can send requests for art too but they'll take longer). Without anything in ()s, it's just Rie. tag is #lei draws.

A + B

assorted sketches (L, B + Rie)

badges (Main Trio + Rie)

just an eye

hands trend

m&ms (Wammy's kids)

‼️ mcr (L + Rie - BLOOD)

scarf in the snow (L + Rie)

valentines (L + Rie, bonus Mello and Matt)

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

I'll organise further sometime in the future :)

[bandu-tuga]

(Other blogs: @tommyshiggy , @shadowedluminescence , @ask-parappa-and-pinto )

Heya! I'm Bandu!!

but you can also call me Simon, Daniel, or any of my kin names !!

I'm a Portuguese 15 y/o very gay and very dyslexic creature and a self taught artist :3c

I'm also transmasc, genderfluid and genderless lolz!! Gay, AroAce, Autosexual and taken by my lovely boyfriend 🫶 i use all pronouns but i prefer It/They and neos !

Alterhuman, Fictionkin, Factkin and Faitkin ^^; LITERALLY Bandu Irl >:3c

I'm also a selfshipper tho i (probably) won't ever post about it except for some reblogs lolz if i ever start posting about it I'll post a f/o list but for now that is not important so i won't bother with it > _ <

I have no DNI but i block freely 🙏

recommend antis, radqueer and exclus keep their distance tho i can't stand y'all 🙏🙏

Full kinlist under cut !!

⚠︎ BANDU IN MEDIA ⚠︎

Doubles IWC/don't mention it to me 🔴

Doubles Iffy 🟠

Doubles fine 🟢

LITERALLY ME!!

- Bandu (Vs. Dave and Bambi: Golden Apple edition) 🔴

- Simon Henriksson (Cry of Fear) 🟠

- Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the hedgehog) 🟠

- PaRappa Rappa (PaRappa the Rapper anime) 🟠

- Nate "Near" River (Death Note) 🔴

- Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia) 🔴

- L Lawliet (Death Note) 🟢

- Shadow the hedgehog (Sonic the hedgehog) 🔴

High kins !!

- Ticci Toby (creepypasta) 🟠

- Daniel "Dani" (OC) 🟠

- Onyx the Hedgehog (Sonic the hedgehog OC) 🔴

- Steven Universe (SU) 🟠

- Boyfriend (FNF) 🟢

- Adam Murray (Mandela Catalogue) 🔴

- Heemin (Suicide boy) 🔴

- Kris dreemurr (Deltarune) 🟠

- Ray (the promised Neverland) 🟠

- Katsuki Bakugou (My Hero Academia) 🟠

Midium Kins !

- Cal Gabriel (Zero day) 🔴

- Flowey (Undertale) 🔴

- Sans (Undetale) 🟢

- Ben Boyd (Disconnect) 🟠

- Michael Afton (Five nights at Freddy's) 🔴

- Utatane Piko (VOCALOID) 🟢

- Sal Fisher (Sally Face) 🟠

- Shinji Ikari (Evagelion) 🔴

- Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick (South Park) 🟢

Low kins

- Fleetway Super Sonic (Fleetways Sonic the Hedgehog comics) 🟠

- Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia) 🟢

- Sunny (OMORI) 🔴

- Andrew Graves (CoAL) 🔴

- Dokinchan (anpanman) 🟢

- Donko (Taiko no Tatsujin) 🟢

Factkin/Faitkin:

- Adam Lanza (factkin) 🔴

- Sematary (faitkin: rapper ig idk) 🔴

- Kwite (faitkin: youtuber) 🟠

[theplaceicommitmysins]

18+ He’s The Next One: 3 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably). The reader is described as wearing a bra, panties, and a dress.

Wordcount: 4.9k

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Teasing, Mutual Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Biting, The reader is a serial killer, bukkake, Semi-Public (task force headquarters).

Integrating yourself into the Kira Task Force went about as smoothly as you could have hoped, the vague way L described your role as a ‘consulting specialist’ was undercut slightly when an older gentleman handed you a box clearly labeled Plan-B. At least any suspicions they might have about why you’re here will be relatively innocent. Relative to murder anyway.

It’s been a few weeks of this now, the uncomfortable side eye from the older members of the team interspersed with fumbling and blushing from the puppy of the group, a boy named Matsuda who’s hair can’t possibly be regulation for a police officer.

It’s a little boring to be honest, surrounded by cops and completely unthreatened.

It certainly doesn’t help that all there is to do is people watch cops. L and Watari don’t like you leaving the building, for reasons that are daily obvious and that you mentally concede too even if you maintain a consistent verbal denial of guilt, and the officers you ‘work’ with are just dull. Aizawa’s rude, Mogi’s so boring you forget he exists most days, and Yagami-san makes you want to back flip dive out of a window like there’s a pool waiting for you at the bottom.

“Puppy?” You call out from across the room where you’ve draped yourself over a couch. Matsuda jumps in his ridiculous blue embroidered seat beside L and then twists around to look at you with wide fearful eyes.

And that’s just because he thinks you let L hit it raw.

You decide he doesn’t need to know that he’s correct… Technically L decided that, asking you to maintain 'A professional level of deniability' around the same time he told you to keep at least an eight foot distance between yourself and the young officer.

“The fool is even more accident prone when you’re nearby. But until we have more information catching Kira is in part a numbers game.” You smirk as you remember what he’s said next, “Do try not to break him.”

“Is there something you need M-san?” He sounds as hopeful as he does nervous, flinching away when L huffs out a breath before leaning forwards to drop far too much sugar into a concoction that can only generously be referred to as tea.

You raise both of your eyebrows and blink slowly at the boy, trying to achieve a look that’s a mixture between offended and amused as he quickly corrects himself to, “M-kun.” and after a moment of hesitation, “... M-chan?”

“Matsuda, despite what you may think this is in fact a professional environment.” The bored drawl of L's voice comes quickly enough, and you enjoy watching Matsuda curl into himself at the sound of it. Poor thing. From the place you’re lounging you can’t see the side eye but you can certainly feel it. “Do try to contain yourself around my expert consultant. You may either address M properly or not at all.”

“Yes L, sir of course. Was, uh- Was there something I could do for you… Consultant M?” The sweet boy hesitates as he guesses at what would be appropriate to call you and you grin, though you quickly pull the expression back into a more reserved, friendly smile.

“What’s your sign?”

“Gemini.” L answers on Matsuda's behalf before he can.

“Oh that’s good, Kira’s a Pisces.”

“O-Oh. Is that so?” Matsuda smiles nervously at you as if he understands what you’re talking about.

So you nod as if he does and continue, “That’s why you’re so bad at communicating with Light, but the sexual tension is off the charts.”

“The- Huh?!”

His eyes are practically bugging out and it takes nearly the entirety of your self control to maintain a straight face as you nod, pretending not to notice his surprise.

“Quite true.” L intones, once again deadpan.

Matsuda looks like he’s about to fall over as he jumps up out of his seat, nearly toppling and barely managing to catch and right the chair he had been sitting in, looking distraught at the beleaguered sigh L lets out beside him, never once having turned away from the monitors.

“I-” Matsuda damn near shouts when he tries to speak and quickly clears his throat before trying again, “I’m going to go check if the chief is here yet for his shift. Excuse me.” He bows a perfect ninety degrees at the waist before speed walking to the door like a middle aged woman in the park.

It’s only after the door shuts that you let yourself laugh and relax from what Yagami-san had once had the audacity to refer to as your ‘Vixen Posture’, chilling more comfortably on the overly expensive couch.

“That was mean.”

You choose not to comment on the smile you can hear in his voice.

“That was fun .”

And this is the part you stay for. For all that L is insufferable, and inscrutable, and all around weird , this frog can be fucking hilarious when he feels like it. And if your observations are anything to go by, he usually does.

For a while you thought that maybe he was just testing the people around him but in the short time you’ve been here you’ve come to the same conclusion L has. These people couldn’t collectively deduce their way out of a wet paper bag. So every time he cracks a joke and the old butler, W, or Watari, huffs in fond amusement, the rest of the room is usually left staring on in absolute horror. With the exception of yourself of course. You watch the chaos unfold with glee.

You hear the door and shift your posture, from house cat to tiger as you look to see who’s here.

The Puppy and The Chief.

Which means the next four hours of your life are going to be Super Duper.

You roll your eyes away from where Matsuda, his cheeks a dark shade of flaming red, is nervously reporting to Yagami-san their total lack of progress.

L squats like a frog in front of an absurd amount of monitors, you mentally place bets against yourself each morning as to whether or not another will appear, and one corner of your lips twitches up as you look at the absurd view.

There’s no way he can actually monitor all the screens at once and it wouldn’t surprise you if the set up was entirely for the benefit of the Task Force. And loathe as you are to admit it, it isn’t for a lack of mental capacity. The only thing slowing this frog down is a lack of an extra several sets of eyes.

Hence the task force. 

As he tips back some of the sugar slurry he calls tea you can feel yourself smile and forcibly yawn, hiding your affection amusement behind fatigue.

You bet to yourself that he thinks he looks so cool.

A nervous laugh and the click of the door opening and shutting as indicates the exit of Matsuda and Yagami-san takes The Puppy’s post, stiffly seating himself in the chair beside L and paying you no mind as he passes by. A scowl twitches across your features briefly at the back of the man’s head and you restrain yourself from letting out a long string of increasingly vulgar expletives at his very presence. 

Kira’s father, and Yagami-san is Kira’s father, the seventeen year old little shit lacks subtlety beyond belief and you have absolutely no doubt as to why L seemed so dismissive of their abilities of observation, irks you. The rest of the task force tout him as some kind of paragon of virtue and yet he’s managed to raise a mass murderer in only seventeen short years, all the while maintaining his own blissful, stubborn, ignorance of the facts.

All the arguments you've had with this man play on loop inside your head whenever he has the audacity, the hubris, nay even the chutzpah to breathe the same air as you.

The FBI agent tailing the kid dies the day after Light changes his pattern of behavior.

Coincidence isn’t causality.

It was an armed bus jacking that the kid was on with Penber behind him.

These things happen.

It was a shuttle bus to a theme park.

Well… Criminals aren’t known for their intelligence.

The only person to spend any time with him in between the events of that day and his heart attack at the train station disappears, presumed dead, after going to the police station and stating she has information for the Kira Task Force?

What are you some kind of conspiracy theorist?

Light’s mother and sister confirm he left home thirty five minutes before the death, which is roughly the time it would take to walk from their home to the station, give or take a few minutes to make the kill, and returned home roughly the same amount of time afterwards.

When did you talk to my family?!

The person in the CCTV footage was filmed following him leading up to the event of his death, avoided showing his face but has the same height, build, and hair color as Light and is wearing clothing that he owns?

...

Maybe the real Kira was the fast fashion we bought along the way.

Setting your jaw to keep you from grinding your teeth, you slink your way off of the couch, treading silent footsteps over to the other side of L, intentionally putting him between you and Yagami-san, just to see the self righteous old bastard twitch.

Leaning your hip against L’s chair, practically sitting on the arm rest, you flick your eyes between the monitors. “Kitamura or Yagami today?”

You already know the answer since you’ve been monitoring the same empty house for hours, but hearing Kira’s father huff in annoyance as you pointedly ignore him is satisfying.

“Yagami. You will be needed to monitor the daughter should she require the facilities.”

“Under no circumstances will M-” You snort at the moniker, knowing that L introduced you that way as a shorthand for Murderer, “- be watching my daughter when she’s indecent!”

“I suppose I could do it myself if you insist, unless…” L turns his head to him and blinks up at him with those flat dead eyes and you can see his look of feigned dawning horror in the reflection of one of the screens as he continues, “Yagami-san it may not be appropriate for you to participate in the continued surveillance of your own household.”

His voice is as unaffected as ever and you cackle, gracing Yagami-san with your attention just long enough to see the look of shock, disgust, and pure unadulterated rage on his stern features.

However many years in the police force and this man genuinely doesn’t realize that L is fucking with him?

You laugh harder.

“How dare-”

L, with the social grace and poise you've come to expect of him, cuts Yagami-san off, “Light has returned. Let us do the job we're here for and observe what he does.”

That cuts your laughter short as you glare at the monitor, at the child who stole so many of your kills.

He’s acting normal, like any other teenager tired after coming home from school, something you don’t consider suspicious until he pulls out a dirty magazine, stashed away in what looks to be a collection of books on architecture. It isn’t the magazine on its own that’s suspicious, in fact if anything that would have reassured you that he wasn’t aware of the cameras. But the thing is, he is acting .

You watch first with a bit of uncomfortable apprehension and then surprise as he lays down in bed and flips the magazine open to an extremely revealing image of a gravure model arching against rumpled bed sheets as her breasts all but spill out of her too small red bikini. And he just… Looks.

He just looks.

You’re struck with the image of a school girl lying on her stomach and kicking her legs back and forth as she writes in her diary and you double forward so hard in your laughter you have to slam your hand down on the coffee table in front of the three of you to catch yourself, knocking L’s tea to the floor in the process.

“Oh my god!” You can barely get out anything in between your peels of laughter and you laugh louder when you hear Yagami-san scolding you from his own seat. L ignores the disruption and the tea, continuing to watch in his own silence.

“This is a serious investigation M,” Yagami-san spits the name he was given with venom, “I don’t know what’s so funny to you that my son-”

“Knows about the cameras?” That cuts him off as you force your cackles down into mere giggles.

“How can you possibly know that?” Yagami-san sounds befuddled and L just stares ahead. You would think he hadn't been listening to your discussion if it weren't for the faintest crease forming above his nose as non-existent brows push together in concentration.

“I want you to think back to when you were seventeen Yagi-san-”

“Detective Yagami-”

“-Yogurt-sama, back to the mid-paleolithic era when you were but a wee lad in the throes of puberty.” You grin at him, your smile all teeth, not reaching your eyes, “Now picture you’ve come home to your cave and the rest of your tribe is out for the afternoon and you’ve got the Female Figure of Hohlefels stashed away in your room, because this cave has rooms and also doors and also you put traps on the doors to know if anyone’s gone in your cave room…”

He glares at you instead of responding, though his expression is fading from one of outrage to despair.

“... How do you spend the next fifteen to twenty minutes?”

You shoot L a grin that falters when you notice his current micro-expression, something you’ve been making a point to try to learn about him, the furrow between his not-brows deepening and his dull lifeless eyes widened slightly as if that will somehow help him process more information.

He’s confused?

Now you’re confused.

Does he not get it? How does he not get it?

The room is quiet now, no laughter and no shouting, and you all return your attention to the monitor. Light moves to sit on the edge of his bed, a casual slouch to his posture as he rests the magazine in his lap and casually flips through it, like a bored patient in a doctor’s waiting room.

“If Light-kun is in fact aware that he is being surveilled there is little point in continuing to monitor him. We will only ever see what he wants us to see.”

“Unless he slips up.” you add, and L nods at your response.

You pointedly don’t look at Yagami-san, not wanting to see his reaction.

It’s another few hours of this, of watching a whole lot of nothing happen in silence before Yagami-san’s shift is over and he turns in for the night, heading home. You can’t help but to heave a sigh of relief when the door to the hotel room clicks shut behind him, practically climbing over L to throw yourself into the vacated chair, your legs hooked over the arm nearest to him so you can nudge at his shoulder with your foot.

“Ask.”

L turns his head towards you in acknowledgement but his eyes remain on the screen. On Kira. In the brief time you’ve known him L has never missed a clue and the awareness of his confusion, of your superiority over him in this matter burns you up from the inside. You lean further back in the seat until you’re draped between the arms with your ankles interlocked in between his thighs and his stomach.

You suspect it’s this physical imposition that prompts the response.

“What is it you wish me to ask?”

“How I know he’s acting for the cameras.”

There’s something pleasing about the way his eyes snap from the camera to you, unblinking, and somehow against all possibility still flat, not catching the light as he stares at you with the same attention he had given Kira.

Suck it Kira.

“How?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, you uncross your ankles, dragging one foot up his chest and over his shoulder until you can rest your calf on the back of his seat, legs spread open for him to see.

His eyes are no longer locked on your face, though he still hasn’t blinked.

“I can demonstrate for you if you’d like. A practical way of learning, though you would need to cooperate to prove my hypothesis.”

He does a weird little twist in the garishly ornate hotel chair, not quite a hop but something adjacent, as he shuffles to face you directly. “What do I need to do?” The words are addressed to the crotch of your panties.

A grin spreads on your face, cheshire wide, as your fingers raise to your collarbones, slowly tracing down in feather light spirals as one by one you undo the button-down dress you’re wearing, until it hangs open at the front. And you roll your shoulders to ease it halfway down your arms. His lips part ever so slightly as he traces the movement, and then your figure, outlining you with his eyes like an artist planning a painting.

You hum out a content little noise as the foot that had been in his lap moves to his shoulder , framing him between your legs. Then you give him the only rule necessary for your experiment, “Don’t touch.”

He blinks, and your grin turns into something darker, hungry, eyelids growing heavy as you let the very tips of your nails drag across the flesh of your chest until you reach the cups of your bra. It’s a lacey thing, thank you laundry day, and he breathes in sharply through his nose and you have the pleasure of seeing him hold his breath while you drag your fingers slowly back and forth across the skin where it meets the lace.

“You’re attracted to me.”

It’s a statement of fact but he breathes out a yes like it was somehow up for debate, the sound causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He’s so pretty when he’s needy. You let your hands cup the flesh of your chest, briefly squeezing, pushing them up and together, intentionally dragging your bra up with the motion to leave a bit of yourself exposed at the very bottom before you slide your hands down your stomach. Your fingers are feather light again as you reach your hips, grabbing and digging in for a moment.

“What does this make you think of, L?”

His entire body twitches when you call him that. One day you’ll figure out why.

“I think of how it felt to fuck you.” Your cunt clenches down hard at the vulgarity and you can feel your eyes go wide, thankful that his own remain locked on your hands so he won’t have seen your surprise. “I look at the give of your hips under your fingers and remember how they felt under mine.” His eyes, flick up to yours and you school your expression. “I remember the bruises that were left there. You winced when you leaned against anything for the entire week following our... Coupling.”

You let out a disappointed huff at the word choice before hooking a finger on either side of the front of your panties, dragging them up between the slick lips of your cunt with a whine, “Feels so fucking good .” You’re exaggerating your reactions slightly as you rock your hips in a wave like motion dragging your clit against the clinging fabric of your panties. You note that they’re granny panties and an entirely different color from your bra, thank you laundry day, but if the visible way L is tenting the front of his jeans is anything to go by you don’t think he minds.

“I want you to picture something for me L, okay?” He nods and you continue, “Good boy.” You watch his fingers dig hard into his thighs where his hands rested and make a note of that.

“I want you to picture me laid out on a set of tangled up white sheets.” Your breath hitches as your head rolls back, “Picture me slick with sweat, in nothing but a little red bikini, at least two sizes too small.”

His hand starts to drift down again and you snap, practically hiss out, “No touching.” Causing him to freeze, before you continue, voice as needy and breathy as if he’d never moved, “I want you to picture the way it would press into my skin, like your fingers, how it would dig in and leave marks if I took it off for you.” A whine escapes your throat as you let go of your panties to run your hand down and over your pussy, dragging against it with an erotic sound, petting yourself as you rock and whimper, the legs of the chair squeaking with each roll of your hips.

“You-” L needs to stop to clear his throat and that fact makes you bite your lip, “You said this was a practical demonstration. Those are typically referred to by laymen as being hands on.”

You laugh and the grin you shoot at him is wicked, “Why do teenage boys look at dirty magazines?”

It takes a second for him to process the question, his eyes looking glazed over from where you’re sitting, dilated more than normal which is saying something for him but he manages to respond exactly how you wanted him to. “Because they are attracted to the models.”

“Good boy.” His eyelashes start to flutter but they don’t close, like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this and you reward his clever mind with another pretty picture, hooking your fingers into the side of your panties and dragging them over, exposing your dripping cunt. You can only imagine what you look like from his perspective, the light of the monitors illuminating your body as you expose yourself to him. As you expose yourself for him.

“What would you be doing right now if we were completely alone, knew that no one would see you, but you still couldn’t touch me?”

He blinks as the realization occurs to him. “I would touch myself.”

You know your expression must look smug but you can’t help it as you say once again, “Good boy.” Before dipping your middle and ring fingers into your dripping cunt, pressing slowly until they’re buried up to the last knuckle. “You- ahn- You can feel free to con- nnm- sider this the end of the practical dem- mn- demonstration.”

With that you let your head fall back as you roll your hips against your hand, grinding your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet slide of cunt being fucked into noisy in the empty headquarters. You let your moans spill out freely, as the heel of your palm presses against your puffy clit. You and your frog both earned this reward. Him for being so clever and you for being so patient.

L takes half a moment to process what the demonstration coming to an end means before moving to sit like you are, knees hooked over the arm of his chair as he leans back against the other arm rest. You wonder if his abysmal posture makes that comfier for him than it does for you but push away the thought as he unbuttons his baggy jeans, lifting his hips long enough to shove them half way down his thighs, fishing out his cock with no hesitation.

And there’s the real prize for your patience. Pale, slender fingers wrap around that pretty pink cock that you know from experience feels thicker than it looks and you can’t help but whine when you see the absolute gush of pre-cum dripping down from the flushed tip of him, dirtying his hand.

His fingers seem to press harder as he strokes them over the faintly visible forking veins and when his hand reaches the top he rubs the palm in a quick jerking circle over the head, sticky strands of pre-cum clinging between his fingers and dripping down as he strokes his cock with a rapid, jerky pace. His mouth hangs open and you can see his tongue wet with spit as he all but drools over the sight of you fucking your own pussy and you intentionally slow your strokes, dragging your fingers out to the very tip before slowly pushing your way back into your warm wet walls, soft and accepting as your body expects, borderline demands, to be fucked.

The whine he lets out at the sight has you pulling your fingers out entirely, holding them up to his eye level and spreading them apart to see the way your cum clings and drips, coating you in your own mess. His hips hump up and he reaches with his other hand to tug at his cock, pulling the foreskin back so he can focus more on the tip, rubbing rough circles around the darkening head of him and swiping a finger down the slit to collect more of his pre-cum. He’s so fucking messy and loathe as you are to admit it you want to lick every last drop up.

You choose to think of it as an opportunity to learn your enemies weaknesses.

Grabbing the side of your chair you pull yourself up and over the arm to kneel next to him, leaning forwards with your mouth open, tongue already hanging out only for him to grab your jaw in a shaking grip as he hisses out, “No touching.”

And all you can do is partially nod as he fists his wet cock in front of your face, crossing your ankles beneath you and sitting back against them so you can grind your soaked pussy and needy clit down against your own leg.

As he rolls his neck to the side, pressing his head against the backrest as he starts to rock his hips up into the motion of his stroking, a wet slap accompanying every individual thrust you lean your forehead against one of his knees and whine before nuzzling back and forth against the worn denim. You jerk with surprise as the hand that was holding your jaw lets go to pet your hair gently, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s fucking his own fist.

Your hips jump and you press down harder, faster, rougher as you try to get more friction against the wet slide of your cunt against the back of your leg. You feel like you’re melting, like you’ve been hit by a sudden fever bad enough to put you in a hospital, as you pant against this damned man frog. 

You’re going to come like this, you realize with a pang of resentment.

You’re going to cum, kneeling between his legs as he pets you like a fucking cat.

The anger this makes you feel doesn’t stop it from happening.

It does however inspire you to lean forwards and bite down hard on the inside of his thigh as you cum, the feeling of it rolling over you in waves until your vision blurs and you’re choking moans around the pale bruising skin trapped between your teeth.

The way L tries to jerk his leg away but can’t because of the chair only results in his hips bucking up sharply forcing his thigh further against your open mouth. You blink a few times, dazed, before looking up and locking eyes with him, easing your teeth away from the bite before passively pressing a kiss to it, as if in apology.

That’s when he cums. And he looks so pretty like this, cheeks flushed and chest heaving like he’s had the wind knocked out of him, gazing down at you like you’ve changed the whole world in a moment. When he looks at you like that you almost don’t notice…

The bastard got cum in your goddamn hair.

You’re going to kill-

“Hagoromo.”

…

“Huh?”

Those long, pale fingers, disgusting with his own filth, reach out towards you and a hair's breadth away from the skin of your arm he hesitates. “It’s the way the fabric of your dress drapes across your arms. Like a Hagaromo scarf. That’s what I see when I look at you. I was wondering earlier...”

His arm drops back to his side and he rests his hands on his knees like always, like his hair isn’t more disheveled than usual, like his cock isn’t out and blushing from the abuse it just took, Like there isn’t cum sticking to and drying on his shirt.

You’re kneeling at this man’s feet, his cum in your hair, very likely on your face as well, flushed and panting, hair and clothing an absolute mess…

And when L looks at you he sees divinity.

In the dark of the room, with the light of the monitors finally catching and reflecting in L’s eyes, for the very first time you think to yourself, “He looks human.”

[plinko-selfships]

A little intro post BC I don't have one yet!

Hello!! My name is Plinko and this is my main selfship account!! I'll post things related to my main F/o, Gale Dekarios (Baldurs Gale 3) here! But I may also post about my QPP L Lawliet (Death Note)! I have another account for him though so I will not mention him much here

I'm okay sharing my F/o's on social media sites so long as you are not derailing my posts or if I get the feeling you are trying to be competitive! Let's just keep our distance, for both of our sakes!! 💚

If you block me for your own comfort - that's fine too - I wish you the best !! Curate your online spaces! I'd appreciate it - if you're uncomfortable sharing either of my main F/o's - to not interact with my posts anyways! About Me: I am 19, and an avid horror enthusiast! I am an artist, and I love to draw my F/os! And doing Selfship commissions 💪 May attach my commission info here one day who knows !!

Other than that!!! My DNI: - LGBTQ+ phobics, racists, zionist, islamophobic, ableist, or just generally xenophobic - Proshippers - Or if your F/o's have committed heinous acts obviously (if i see a character who is particularly freakish you will be blocked)

[bugs1nmybrain]

Shigaraki and L are both very distant characters and probably both have touch aversion (shigaraki for extra reasons) but I full fucking believe that BOTH of these guys are snugglebugs. They love to cuddle and to be held and to have someone to feel warm with. Like they get in bed with you and you start to hold each other, but I promise you aren't going to be leaving for a while, you are theirs, and they wanna put you in their pocket so bad!!

[lawliel-diary]

Keep thinking about them waking up in the afterlife: a sunny field, eternally set in golden hour. They’re both little kids again. Gabriel opens his eyes to the familiar sight of L’s unsettling gaze over him. He isn’t startled, far from it. He smiles gently and Lawliet says plainly,

“You weren’t grinding your teeth in your sleep this time.”

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Masterlist

I finally got my shit together? Pog. All in order!

SFW | NSFW

[request rules]

Anime

[Black Butler]

(Coming Soon!)

[Death Note]

L Lawliet NSFW HCs

The Unconventional Affections of L

L with a poet S/O

[Dragon Ball Z]

(Coming Soon!)

[Jujutsu Kaisen]

(Coming Soon!)

[Lupin III]

(Coming Soon!)

[One Punch Man]

OPM Favorite Ice Cream Flavors

If he accidentally hurt your feelings(Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

If they're sick (Saitama, Genos, Garou)

Werewolf Reader (Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

Glasses (Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

Mystical Cat Reader (Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

If you hurt his feelings(Saitama, Genos, Garou)

Phoenix Reader(Saitama, Genos, Garou, Mumen)

When you leave your silicone schmeat in the shower(OPM POV)

Werewolf Reader Pt.2(Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

Hugs and Cuddles(Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

Squirting HCs(Saitama, Genos, Sonic, Garou)

Big Tittied Reader(Saitama, Genos, Garou)

When you smack his ass(OPM POV)

Bratty/Flirty S/O(Saitama, Genos, Garou)

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Saitama Love Language HCs

Satama/Doctor!Reader HCs

Cheater(Saitama/Neko!Reader)

New Tools (Saitama/Doctor!Reader)

Saitama/Artist!Reader HCs

Shy!Saitama/Reader HCs

Saitama as a new dad HCs

Gently(Saitama/Reader)

Out like a light(Saitama/Nightshift!Reader)

Saitama/Insecure!Reader HCs

Saitama/OP!Reader HCs

Brief Encounter(Saitama/Criminal!Reader)

Just another morning(Saitama/Reader)

NSFW Alphabet(Saitama)

Clingy Saitama(drabble)

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NSFW Alphabet(Genos)

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Clingy!Sonic/Reader HCs

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Garou + Vulture Culture Friend

Garou/Reader that smokes

Garou/Hardass Softie Reader

Garou F!Oral HCs

Garou/Badass Reader

Garou + Best Friend HCs

Garou Outfit HCs

Garou/F!Chubby!Reader HCs

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Mumen Rider/Reader HCs

Video Games

[Assassin's Creed]

(Coming Soon!)

[Modern Warfare]

(Coming Soon!)

[Resident Evil]

(Coming Soon!)

[Undertale + AU's]

Bottoms Up (G!Sans/Reader)

G!Sans HCs

(Disclaimer for this: I do not support Frans or any Proshipping by any means. Go away)

Occasional single fics for characters I'm down bad for

(Eventually)

Challenges/Events

Kinktober '23(Incomplete)

Valentine's Day '24(Complete)

[wolfsgravity]

Hi!

My name is Wolf! I'm 29, I go by he/they pronouns and this is my selfship blog!

I have a bajillion F/Os! I'm okay with sharing all but my own OCs (the reason is complicated on those), so on your comfort, feel free to reach out and talk to me even if we share!

I will say, I believe in ship and let ship, so if you have a problem with that, block me and move on.

I have a Carrd with my F/O list here, it also explains my (admittedly rudimentary) tagging system.

But I'll also put my F/O list below by source alphabetically (sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort)

💜Romantic 🌻Familial ❓Questioning

Ancient Magus Bride 💜Oberon

Baldur's Gate 3 💜Astarion

Bleach 💜Urahara Kisuke

Burn the Witch 💜Bruno Bangnyfe

Criminal Minds 💜Spencer Reid

Death Note 💜L Lawliet

Demon Slayer 💜Rengoku Kyojuro 💜Uzui Tengen

Digimon Cyber Sleuth 💜Kuremi Kyoko

Doctor Who 💜Ten ❓Eleven

Dragon Ball series ❓Goku

Fullmetal Alchemist 💜Greed

Hades 💜Dionysus

Hamlet 🌻Prince Hamlet

Hellaverse 💜Beelzebub/Queen Bee 💜Angel Dust 💜Husk 💜Vox

Homestuck/Hiveswap 💜Cronus Ampora ❓Dirk Strider 💜Marvus Xoloto

Honkai Star Rail 💜Boothill 💜Sampo Koski

Howl's Moving Castle 💜Howl Jenkins Pendragon

Hunter x Hunter 💜Hisoka Morroh

Jujutsu Kaisen 💜Gojo Satoru

Legend of Zelda series 💜Ganondorf 💜Ghirahim

Lupin III 💜Arsène Lupin III 💜Daisuke Jigen 💜Fujiko Mine ❓Goemon Ishikawa XIII

Magic: The Gathering 💜Liliana Vess 💜Rakdos

Mario games 💜Rosalina

Metal Gear series 💜Dr. Hal "Otacon" Emmerich

Monster Prom series 💜Milo Belladonna

My Hero Academia 💜Dabi/Touya Todoroki 💜Hizashi Yamada 💜Shota Aizawa

Naruto 💜Hatake Kakashi 🌻Jiraiya ❓Uzumaki Naruto

Obey Me 💜Asmodeus 💜Mammon 💜Leviathan 💜Mephistopheles

Pokemon 💜Adaman 💜Augustine Sycamore 💜Elesa 💜Emmet 💜Giovanni 💜Grimsley 💜Grusha 💜Guzma 💜Leon 💜N 🌻Nanu 💜Piers 💜Steven Stone 💜Volo

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 💜Grovyle

Sonic series 🌻Silver the Hedgehog

Soul Eater 💜Franken Stein

Tower of God 💜Lero Ro ❓Wagnan Ja

Trigun (/Stampede) 🌻Millions Knives 💜Nicholas D. Wolfwood 💜Vash the Stampede

Undead Girl Murder Farce 💜Tsugaru Shinuichi

Undertale/Deltarune 💜Mettaton 💜Rouxls Kaard

Yakuza/Like a Dragon series ❓Kazuma Kiryu 💜Majima Goro

OCs 💜Jiro Manasaki 💜Lascivious ❓Renard