#i like putting light through various fucked up situations 💕

[grimalkinmessor]

thinking about your Time Travel L AU. I have such a weakness for L and Light at Wammy's together. And this one even has L making a ~special~ trip just to get Light. Can you share more pls? <3

Well I don't actually have a lot written for this one (again, worldbuilding is hard :'3) but I can certainly tell you a bit more about it!

The Shinigami King sends L back in time after his death to stop Kira from coming into being. Now the King—Cinis, you might recognize him from Cosmic Entities bc I like him—doesn't really care how L does this, and L, well. He's still angry that Light nerfed him, and he's not a very gracious loser. That, coupled with the fact that he now has an excuse to go after Light (a Death King literally told him to, he has to, he has no choice obviously {L wouldn't do anything he didn't already wanna do}), gives L just enough umph to decide that little Light is going to become a Wammy Kid :) Whether he likes it or not :)

He takes like four years to build his reputation back up and prepare, then he puts a hit out on Light's family, they die in an "accidental" fire Count Olaf style, and then a mute and traumatized six-year-old Light is shipped off to England! Yay! :D L then begins the slow and steady process of endearing himself to Light, becoming his only confidant and source of comfort, until he's fairly confident (but never 100% sure) that Light would never want to kill him. L even puts off Watari's original start up of the successor program so that there will be less variables in his grooming ENDEARMENT of Light, so B and A get brought in after Light has already been at Wammy's for a while.

Beyond and Light become fast friends for reasons I shan't spoil yet, and A is far less starry-eyed over L because she can see all the fucked-up shit he's doing :3

Light is, predictably, out of character in this fic for obvious reasons, but he's still the barest bones of himself. L just made sure that Light would grow up idealizing L instead of Soichiro Yagami :D L is Light's best friend and his older brother and his teacher and his playmate and not quite his role model but definitely someone he rapidly grows to love ✨

From there on out it's plot spoilers though so you'll just have to wait! ;3

[hellfirecvnt]

Because I love your stuff so much I’m gonna put in another request 😊

A smutty Eddie request where the reader is Steve’s sister and Eddie comes over to get something from Steve but he isn’t home and the reader is. She’s at the pool tanning in her little black bikini. She asks Eddie to stay and wait, meanwhile she teases him horribly.

Love you bb!💕

This has been months in the making lol. Sorry I took so long. ❤️

"Your Sister is Hot."

Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Warnings: smut (+18, minors DNI)

"I want my vest back, Harrington. Took a long time to collect those patches," Eddie chats with Steve over the phone. His playful tone is a reflection of his mood. "I'll come by and get it in an hour." He hangs up.

"No, dude I won't be home-" Steve is cut off by the click of Eddie's phone returning to the wall. "Whatever, Y/N will be here." He mumbles to himself before heading out the door. Eddie smokes a joint or two and reads through his D&D adventure before finally deciding to head to the Harrington house.

Eddie approaches the upper-class home and rings the campy doorbell. A loud chime echoes through the house, alerting no one.

"Where the fuck are you, Hair?" Eddie peeks into the window and notices the sliding door is unlocked. Someone has to be home. He treks around back, jumping when he notices you by the pool. You're laying on your stomach with the strings of your tiny bikini undone to avoid tan lines. You relax with your head resting on one folded arm, the other holding a book.

"Oh, um. I'm sorry. Is uh, Steve here?" Eddie trips over his words, wishing he would've just ran off before you knew he was there.

"He left about an hour ago. He'll probably be back any minute. You're welcome to hang out here." You smile at him. "Just give me a sec to get situated if you don't mind." You gesture to your undone top with your thumb.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Eddie answers, but he doesn't look away. He continues to stare as if he didn't hear you.

"So, can you turn around?" You giggle, a small blush rising on your sun-kissed cheeks.

"Oh, OH! Yeah," he spins on his heel, covering and closing his eyes like he doesn't trust himself. A few seconds pass and you grant him permission to turn around.

"Sorry 'bout that, but as I was saying, Steve shouldn't be gone long," your body glistens in the sunlight from the various SPF lotions and tanning oils you've layered on. Each of your curves catches the light, making you look almost like a painting. A masterpiece, Eddie thinks to himself. "Can I get you a drink or anything?" Your words shake Eddie from his daze, he blushes, unsure if he was staring. He was.

"That'd be great, thank you," he rebuilds his charismatic front, staring confidently into your eyes with a wide, toothy smile. You disappear into the house, feeling as his eyes shamelessly scanned your hips and ass as you gracefully walked away from him.

"I hope this is okay," you hand him a fruity mixed drink. "I made a whole pitcher, I'm... Not sure why." That was a lie though, you were gonna get day drunk. At first, Eddie chuckles at your girly little drink. It's hot pink with slices of orange and strawberries in it. It looks like Barbie threw up on a Bratz doll and someone blended it up with glitter. But the second he takes a sip, he's nearly knocked off his feet.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. That's a little strong for a whole pitcher, don't you think?"

"No? This is lighter than I usually mix." You tilt your head to the side. "I thought you knew how to party." Your teasing elicits a dramatic reaction from him. He stares at you in mock shock, mouth agape with his hand on his chest.

"I am the party, doll," he quips, turning the glass of boozy liquid up like water. After a short while, the entire jug is empty, and you're both very drunk. The heat of the Summer sun only amplifies the alcohol.

"Eddie, you have a guitar pick on your necklace." You point a wavering finger at his chest.

"Yeah, I do," his words are almost giggles. He smiles cutely, watching your face as it scans his.

"Do you play guitar?" You furrow your brow. He widens his eyes again.

"I'm about to leave, what is this?" He laughs. "You know my band plays at the local venues. I know I've seen you there wearing almost nothing-" he blushes instantly after realizing what he said.

"Oh, is that what you remember when you see me?" You smile, narrowing your eyes, beckoning him to get naked right here with just one look.

"God, no that's not-" he laughs nervously.

"I'm kidding, Munson. I like that my outfits leave an impression. And of course I know about Corroded Coffin," you lean closer to him in your poolside chair. "I was just seeing if I could steer the conversation to your hands."

"My hands?" His chest is threatening to hitch as you lower your voice, eyeing him like a piece of meat.

"Well, your fingers, really." You bite your bottom lip softly. "I bet you're pretty quick with them."

"I mean, I don't like to brag or anything..." He's fighting for his life, uncomfortably hard against the denim of his pants.

"I guess I'll only know if I come see you play." You twirl a piece of your hair around your finger, blatantly scanning your vision up and down his body. His heart races as he does the same to you.

"I-I could play for you any time." He doesn't even realize it, but he starts lightly palming himself through his jeans as he fucks you with his eyes, taking in every angle of your oily cleavage as the sun reflects golden against you.

"I'd love for you to play with me."

"What?"

"I said I'd love for you to play for me?" You repeat, toying with his head as he fights himself to keep his eyes on yours.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he laughs nervously, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. You giggle at his disheveled appearance, he's normally so cool and carefree. It's such a fun power to have over him, and you're taking full advantage.

An awkward silence threatens to fall over the two of you. You bite your lip before reaching for your bottle of tanning oil.

"Eddie, could you help me reapply this to my back?" You smile devilishly, watching him squirm in his seat, desperate to hide his growing erection.

"Oh, of course. Sure." He rushes to your side, carefully smoothing the shining oils across your skin. As his hands work down to your lower back, you arch your spine, unintentionally giving him an almost perfect view of your ass. His pulse rises in his chest. He doesn't realize he's stopped moving his hands as he stares directly at the way your bikini bottoms have slipped between your cheeks due to their high waisted thong style.

"Eddie?" You notice his staring and "accidentally" shake yourself a little as you flip over to speak to him. Your voice tears him from his trance. "You look a little bothered," you tease.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie finally catches on.

"Yeah. If I were bothered, I think I'd do something about it."

"Yeah? You want me to do something about it?" With a wide grin spread across his face, he climbs on top of you in your lounge chair and slams his lips into yours, hungrily. His hands glide across your oily skin, drowning the both of you in the smell of coconuts.

"It's about fucking time, Eddie."

"What do you mean?" He chuckles, gripping at your curves like he isn't ruining his clothes with your tanning oil.

"I don't wear those outfits to the venue for fun." You smirk. He releases a gutteral chuckle and reconnects his lips to yours.

"Well isn't this cute." Steve's voice alerts both of you, returning you to reality. "Jesus, Munson. Just take the vest and leave next time." Steve averts his vision and stalks away sassily. You and Eddie look at each other in shock before busting into laughter.

"Why don't we..." Eddie looks you up and down yet again. "take this back to my house?"

"I'll meet you in the van." You spoke quickly, like this was something you'd been waiting for. Just the thought made Eddie's erection strain against the fabric of his pants. In his van he grins ear to ear thinking about the very second he gets you through the front door of his trailer.

All he can think about is the way your skin ignites his fingertips. He's startled from his thoughts when you yank the door open and climb into his passenger seat. His breath catches in his throat as he drinks in the image of you in yet another skimpy, barely-there outfit.

Eddie tightens his jaw before suddenly grasping at the nape of your neck, guiding your face to his belt buckle. Your hands eagerly free his throbbing cock and you take his full length into your mouth. Eddie presses harder on the gas pedal. You bob your head rhythmically, earning several sensual moans from Eddie. He throws his head back and goes even faster, arriving at his house in what feels like minutes.

"Get inside. Wait for me." Eddie smirks wickedly. Your stomach flutters with anticipation, but you do as you're told. He likes that. You step inside the door and close it softly behind you. Scanning the room, you try to imagine what position he'd want you in and where. A dull light glows from a room at the far end of the trailer, Eddie's room. You only know that because you see the smoke still casually leaking out into the living room.

The door knob begins to turn, and you realize you're out of time so you bend down, ass facing toward the door, like you dropped something and await his reaction to your all-too-short skirt.

"Jesus-" Eddie gasps as you slowly rise from your bent position. You lock eyes with him immediately, softly gliding your hands up your legs as you straighten out your posture. "I remember this skirt." He chuckles.

"You and half of the men in that bar on main street." You wink, looking over your shoulder at him. Just as you're about to turn to face him, he grips the waist band of your skirt and pulls you against him.

"I doubt any of those old fucks could handle a babe like you."

"Probably give 'em a heart attack." You giggle, patiently waiting for him to snap. His soft chuckles rumble against your neck as he drags his lips against your skin, grinding against you all the while. "Eddie," your patience quickly wears thin.

You're cut off by his swift, agile movements. Before you realize, you're being tossed onto the couch. Eddie looms over you, admiring your sun kissed body. Your top malfunctions, exposing one of your breasts as you prop yourself up on your elbows. His eyes seem to flutter back into his skull before he dives down to you, roughly running his hands anywhere he pleased.

You moan loudly as his fingertips dig into your breast. His thumb teases your exposed nipple as he locks his lips with yours. His hands finally find the tiny string of your thong. He swiftly removes them and tosses them aside, desperate for more contact. You reach to remove your skirt next, but he stops you.

In one quick motion, he flips you on your stomach.

"Eddie?" You expected a bit more foreplay.

"Shh," you hear his buckle jingle as he unfastens his jeans. "You've been teasing me for hours, Y/N."

"E-Eddie?" You grin ear to ear, biting your lip with excitement. Longing to be punished for your relentless teasing.

"Not a fucking sound." His warm, low voice rumbles like thunder down your skin. You barely have time to register his command when he slams his entire cock into you. Your first instinct is to let out a loud moan, even a scream. But you catch yourself at the last minute, releasing nothing but a small squeak.

Eddie continues to slam into you, grunting and growling behind you, gripping your hips for leverage. Each thrust sends a lightning bolt through your body. The pain and pleasure build up in your abdomen, and staying silent feels nearly impossible.

"Okay..." He huffs between thrusts. "You can talk now." With his last syllable, he slams into you as hard as possible. You scream and writhe beneath him, orgasming. Eddie doesn't let up, he fucks you as fast as possible, basking in the sounds of your pleasure. Smooth, deep laughter escapes his lips as he fucks you out.

He grabs your hair at the back of your head, making you stand before him. You face him and he lifts your legs around his waist, slipping inside of you easily. His strong arms hold you steady as he bounces you up and down his twitching erection. Your arousal drips down the two of you.

"Oh my God, Eddie-" your breath hitches in your chest as you near your climax. He laughs, continuously drilling into you as your orgasm. You rife out your high, begging for a break as he reaches his peak. He tosses you back onto the couch and cums across your chest and stomach.

He stands over you, bracing himself on the wall behind the couch. His sweating skin glistens in the warm, yellow light of his home. The curls and waves that frame his face drip small droplets of sweat onto your just-as-sweaty body.

You excuse yourself on wobbly legs to clean up and return to find Eddie waiting for you in his room. He seems to have shoved the "mess" into any corner he could find, clearing a space for the two of you on his bed. Hes holding an old band tee out to you and that's when you realize your hoe-clothes are a bit disheveled. You shed the skimpy outfit and dawn the comfy, worn in shirt. It's soft and smells just like Eddie.