#it's nsft fellas

[smartzelda]

Neat Freak

By SmartZelda

Summary:

During the events of the Yotsuba arc, Light starts acting a little...off. Despite his time commitment to the Kira case, he manages to wash his clothes, brush his teeth, and keep the room he shares with L clean as he would back home, and yet, for weeks he refuses to bathe! L doesn't care about it much himself—hasn't been able to since the use of the human washing machine became out of question—but how can he not be interested when his number one suspect is acting so out of the ordinary? He predicts that Light won't last much longer, though, taking his personality, habits, and image into account.

Or, a fic in which Yotsuba!Light Yagami is avoiding taking a shower while he's chained to L. This is, in part, because he's working hard to keep anyone from finding out that he's trans, but also because taking a shower with L would be gay and Light's obviously not. Obviously.

Rating: Explicit

Category: mlm

Fandom: Death Note

Relationship: LawLight

Additional tags: T4T L/Yagami Light, Trans Yagami Light, Trans L, Internalized Homophobia, Vaginal Fingering, Awkward first times, Unsafe Binding, Touch Starved Characters, L has no sense of boundaries, dubious consent, Yagami Light is Very Petty, hair washing, Light "I can excuse being trans but I draw the line at being gay" imagaY

Words: 17582, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Link to Fic:

Haha it sure has been a minute, huh?

Anyways

HAPPY (VERY) LATE BIRTHDAY L DEATH NOTE

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The fic got longer than planned man

But uh on the plus side I made it just in time for @lawlightweek2022 so I'm glad for that honestly

[bandsandwristbands]

Hiiiii they can't keep their hands off each otherrrr 🤭🤭

[shalomniscient]

listening to hold on tight by aespa and wow this is so kafka coded…. i’m having VISIONS like imagine being kafka’s stellaron hunter partner. before silver wolf, before sam and before blade it was just you and her, flitting from galaxy to galaxy to carry out elio’s enigmatic will. and you, frankly, can’t fucking stand her.

cocky, smug, arrogant, and worst of all—she had the damned skills to back all of it up. it also absolutely did not help that she was also one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid your eyes on. you really would kill elio for pairing both of you up, were it not for the fact that the schemer of a man had something you need. and, it seems, something that kafka needs too. not that you particularly care, of course.

nsft utc—

just like how you totally don’t care as kafka cozies up to your target of the day, the strobe lights of the club casting tempting shadows across her elegant face, those cherry-red lips upturned in a coy, dangerous smile. you watch from across the bar over the rim of your glass—the strongest shit this fucking bar had to offer—and when she flashes you a look from beneath long, fluttering lashes you nearly crack the damn glass in your grip. kafka’s eyes glitter like rubies in the low light, and you grit your teeth so hard you distantly fear they may crack.

seconds, minutes or hours later she finally stands, leading the target away from the bar by the hand. her web has been spun—all that was left for to tangle this foolish, stupid, unwitting fly in her threads. you follow from a distance, hands shoved in your pockets, curling around knives you’re just itching to use at this point. in the background, you faintly register a new song being played; almost folklike in its melody were it not for the electro groove overlaid above it and the dark, fantastic vocals.

baby you and me are a twisted fantasy—

you find kafka and the target in a private room in the back. she’s sat across from him now, grinning from ear to ear. the hunt was over; now, it was time for the kill. he barely gets the chance to squeal before your knife teases the exposed flesh of his throat, and kafka laughs. at your impatience or the man’s crippling, immobilising fear of her, you don’t know. that relaxed, insufferable smirk remains on her lips even as you drag your knife through muscle and sinew and spill the target’s blood all over the lush cushions. it’s red, just like her lips. over the speakers, the music continues.

bodies running on a dream, up all night—

“you’re tense, partner,” she drawls, crossing her legs as she watches you wipe your knife clean. “the job was successful. relax.”

you grind your teeth together as you sheathe your knives back into their holsters. “you wasted my time with that pointless… game of yours.“

“it’s called having fun,” she hums in response, rising from her seat, and taking slow steps towards you, “you should try it.”

“we are not here to have fun,” you growl. “the script is clear—“

kafka cuts you off with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. “bo-ring.” distantly, you hear the music swell.

wired differently, a chaotic energy—

oh, you’ve had enough.

quick as a flash, you pin kafka to the wall, your arm against her throat while the other hand wraps tight around her wrists. her eyes widen by a mere fraction, before her cherry lips part wide in a grin that’s more a flash of teeth than anything else.

“one more fucking word out of you and i swear—“

“you’ll what?” kafka challenges. “punish me?”

“shut. up.”

she sneers. “make me.”

and you do, by crashing your lips against hers in a fervent, chaotic kiss. kafka twitches beneath you ever so slightly, but then she’s returning your fervor, her teeth worrying your lower lip. you growl and probe your tongue against the seam of her lips, forcing your way into her mouth and tasting the residuals of whatever drink she had with that man, his blood now trickling down onto the floor.

kafka groans as you slot your leg between hers, her muscled thighs immediately bearing down on your leg. you move the arm against her throat lower, your hand squeezing at the ample flesh of her breast through her shirt, and the pleased hum that reverberates out of her theoat sounds far, far better to you than her smug chirping. when you pull away, your shoulders tremble from the heavy breaths you draw in.

kafka, meanwhile, retains that damned smirk on her face, her eyes half-lidded and knowing. as if she planned all this right from the start.

“perhaps we should take this somewhere more private, hm?” she suggests, trailing a hand down your front as she rolls her hips against your leg. you stifle the full-body shudder that threatens to course through you, and step away from her.

“fine.”

the grip you have on her wrist is tight, but kafka doesn’t pull away. she only giggles airily, and you know without looking that her expression is definitely one of a cat that got the cream. as you leave the club, the song finally concludes.

buckle up and take a seat, hold on tight…

[possum-erotica]

i can tell by how many notes i get when i’m flexing in posts that yall are really living for my masc side but i don’t think i’ve ever looked better than this fit.

[harleymutt]

masters is it cheating to use lube even though im obviously wet enough to shove it in anyways and should just take it like a good fag?

[livingdeadboy10]

I’m a friendless loser. You’re a friendless loser. I think the only natural progression of this is for us have disgusting loser sex in your gross car.

[spaciebabie]

i remember a long time ago i read a reddit post that went something along the lines of, this old dude was repeatedly coming upta this couple and talking abt his religion and the couple didnt like that so ta deter him they decided ta have really loud kinky sex and it worked cuz the old man left them alone finally and there was a comment under the post that was like, "you people are disgusting. how dare you harass that old man by having really loud kinky sex in your own home. why would you do that to him" and it was the funniest thing ive read in my entire life if anyone knows what im talking abt pls link me up bro

[harellan]

Well, if loving me is wrong Then God damn you do it right

✴︎ more on pillowfort (explicit)

[swordofthesanguine]

the best part of bottom growth is learning how to play w your tdick as it grows and the incredible gender euphoria when you finally figure out how to effectively jerk it off

[steaksex]

Hope you can hear the audio alright, god. Atill standing here as i post this. My washing machine isnt even working. I gotta wash these boxers by hand

[designedparadigm]

gnaws on ghost a little bit. brotherrrr lowkey just wanna write some indulgent nsf/w with him. :) private or otherwise i just wanna get some of that outta my fuckin system hit a brother up or smthn i dunno chief.

[bizarrelittlemew]

for wip wednesday, here is a two-parter from the same fic (working title "no one kisses like Edward"). 2-3 years between these bits. i love this oblivious young Stede so fucking much

[guppiepup]

the complex need to have a trans masc soft dom switch of a partner in this economy. feeling impossible to be honest.

[asharaks]

when God bore you hungry

2.6k words nsft: explicit sex, some blood (very mild) nonbinary durge/wyll

Sprawled across his chest, his heart beating against theirs, they breathe into his mouth. Their lips are separated only by his fingers, his skin warm against their scars: they open their mouth, their tongue brushing the swell of his fingertip, and his chest hitches beneath theirs as he gasps.

[florbelles]

bg3 giveth us this. tumblr taketh this away

[zappedbyzabka]

DP as in dick and pit the way the cobras would pound Johnny till he cried and shove his face in their sweaty arm pits