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You guys have no idea how happy I am. I nearly lost my blog because I was shadow-banned, but I got it back a few weeks ago :)
I might not be as active as I am at the moment since I have to study for my university exam in a few month and I also have a few upcoming tests so...
Anyway, This year is a really important year to me, and I'm happy to spend it with you guys :) thank you so much for your support, I really appreciate every single one of you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Anyway... lets get down to business.
For this event, I'm going to do match-ups for you and a character from an anime you choose, who I believe would be a great match for you. :D
To participate in the event, all you have to do is:
Send me an ask and describe yourself. Talk about your hobbies, interests, your personality, your mbti type, and whatever you have in mind that can give me a better impression of you.
Also mention which anime do you want me to find a match for you from. You can only choose one of the fandoms below. Death note, Demon slayer, The case study of Vanitas, Haikyuu!! and last but not least, Bungou stray dogs .
I won't accept more than ten requests for this event since doing match-up requests can be tiring, so if you're interested please send me the information I asked as soon as possible.
Btw, if we reach 400 before the end of the September, we're gonna have an smutember event :D so... lend a hand, please?
Update: also, this is my one hundredth post so happy 100th post! XD
Update: Requests have reached the max limit, so I won't be taking any match up requests anymore; But my requests are open in total and you can still request random content :>
◆Event MasterList!◆
Bungou Stray Dogs
∞Chuuya Nakahara | One & Two & Three
∞Atsushi Nakajima | One
∞Dazai Osamu | One
∞Nikolai Gogol | One
∞Ryuunosuke Akutagawa | One
∞Fyodor Dostoevsky | One & Two
Haikyuu!
∞Keiji Akaashi | One
∞Hajime Iwaizumi | One
∞Tooru Oikawa | One
Smutember Event! | Status: Closed
This user is all over the moon at the moment cause we reached 500-
Ahem! Anyways...tysm guys for your support🥺 I spend half of my time on tumblr because I love interacting with you guys and writing is a great passion of mine so...
Just thank you for being here with me (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
For this event, I'm going to write a smut drabble/short fic for you and your fav character, using a prompt from the prompt list below.
To participate in the event, all you have to do is:
Be over 18? Duh!
Send me a character and a prompt. You can ask me to include kinks and stuff as well, but I'll only do that of I'm comfortable or familiar with it.
Please check if the character you wanna request is on my writing list or else I will ignore your request.
The max limit for this event is 10 requests, since I'm on my last year of high school and I have to prepare for my college entrance exam, so forgive me if I ignore your req. (Call me a minor and I'll end you🚶🏻♀️, I'm 18 It's not my fault that I was born sooner than half of my classmates)
I'm not really experienced at writing smut so forgive me if it's not good enough I'm really trying to develop my writing skills so-
First come first serve btw, so if you wanna participate you better hurry lmao
↳NSFW Prompt List!
“Open your mouth for me, baby.”
“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”
“Swallow. All of it.”
“Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”
“Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”
“Shall we put that mouth to better use?”
“I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”
“I’m bored. Wanna play?”
“Say that you want me.”
“We really shouldn’t be doing this right now.” “Well, do you want to stop?” “No.”
“We might get caught. Does that turn you on?”
“You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess.”
“Good morning, princess.”
“Sit on my face.”
“Keep your voice down - there’s still a party outside.”
“If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken, sweetheart.”
“Either I’m insane or you were just masturbating in our living room.”
“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?”
“There’s only one bed.”
“Have you ever used handcuffs?”
“I know you think about me when you’re alone.”
“Which do you prefer, fingers or mouth?”
“This is our little secret, okay?”
“You think I give a shit that other people want you? I’m the one that gets to have you.”
“Is that my shirt?”
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Search "AshTheMadWriter's Smutember Event" to see the fics posted for this event
Death Note MasterList!
Hi! Welcome to my MasterList!
This post will constantly get updated, so make sure to visit it from time to time if you don't wanna miss my work!
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Please keep in mind that most of my work contains NSFW content, so pay attention to the warnings before reading the text.
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◆Mello Keehl
⇝Brat taming with Fem!Reader
⇝"Sit on my face"
◆Various Characters
⇝Reacting to their S/O squirting | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda
⇝When their S/O is cold | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda
⇝When you fake an orgasm | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda
⇝Telling them "I hate you" while being intimate | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda
⇝Giving them head | Mello
⇝Going down on you | Mello & Light
⇝Feeling sore the morning after | Mello & Light
⇝Sitting on their lap | Mello
⇝Sitting on their face | Mello & Light & Matt & Matsuda
⇝Messing up his meeting with your dad | Mello
⇝Needy, needy boys | Mello
⇝Eating your snacks | Light & Mello & L
To be added...
Thought of this while eating the potato chips my dad had bought for himself😋
"This is what you're buying?"
Your boyfriend hands a chocolate ice cream and other snacks to the cashier, and nods.
"But you said it was an emergency and you really needed to buy some important stuff"
"I still mean it. Snacks can count as emergency too, on some occasions"
You watch him hand the cashier his credit card and raise a brow at his words. "But I have all the same stuff at home—"
The look in his eyes finally clears everything up.
"Oh my god you ate them all again you little shit, didn't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, pretty" He flashes you a somewhat dumbfounded look and shrugs his shoulder.
"I'm gonna take a look at the cabinet when we get home. If I don't find my snacks you're dead meat"
"Just remember that food can be replaced easily, but a kind and loving boyfriend is very hard to find these days"
You give him a threatening glare. "I'll come to this very shop and pick out ten different brands"
"You wound me so deeply sometimes, sweetheart"
DAZAI, RANPO (He'll make you pay for them tho, actually Dazai might do that too), Nikolai, Kaji, TECCHO, Tachihara, GOJO, Geto, BACHIRA, Rin, REO, Chigiri, NAGI, Tsukishima, NISHINOYA, Daichi, SUGAWARA, KUROO, Lev, BOKUTO, TENDOU, Osamu, ATSUMU, SUNA, OIKAWA, Vanitas, ROLAND, LIGHT, Mello, L
You write L so wonderfully and so in character. I had a request if they’re still open: Could I request Reader (any gender) giving L his first kiss, teaching him how to kiss in the process, and L discovering that he really enjoys the sensation of kissing? I headcanon L as so mentally devoted to his work that his physical form has kind of taken a backseat, and so something like a kiss or touch from the right person can ignite in him a new understanding of himself. Thanks for reading! 💖
So, I was gonna answer this later because I have a truly astounding amount of homework to get done, but how could I keep you waiting? Anyways, I tried my best to adhere to your request, and I'm so sorry if it's disappointing, I've never really done this before. Please let me know if you want anything else written or rewritten, or literally anything. Your wish is my command. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! I am trying to write him as realistically as possible because I saw too much ooc L, and so I'm doing my best.
“Cake?” You asked, setting it down in front of him gently so as to not disturb his setup.
“Thank you.” He responded. His eyes never left the screen as he picked up the fork and began to eat.
He had arrived at your apartment last night and in typical L fashion, had given you little notice before knocking on your door with a briefcase of files and papers. He had turned your living room into a crime scene, and as far as you knew, hadn’t slept a wink since he had gotten here.
You didn’t want to ask him any questions or bother him, despite how incredibly curious you were, but you did want to be sure he wasn’t wasting away under your watch. If that meant feeding him desserts every hour to ensure that something was being consumed, then so be it.
“Cake for dinner,” You said softly to the air, shaking your head as you served yourself a slice. “I’m living my childhood dreams.”
Taking a seat next to L, you very carefully pulled a blanket up to your lap. You watched him cautiously, worried that your movements might distract him.
“You are not bothering me.” He said abruptly.
You froze “Are you sure? I can just go to my room if - “
“No, I quite enjoy your presence.” He turned to you. “And if anything, I should be the one worried about bothering you. I have completely taken over your living room with my research.”
In furious denial, you responded, “No not at all! I love having papers about - “ You pick up a paper and skim the first sentence. “ - mass murders…on my couch…”
L let out a soft chuckle, to which you gave him a smile in return. “I should be thankful that you have not yet tired of my existence.”
“How could I ever? You’re my best customer.” You gestured to the state of your messy kitchen - a result of all the baking and cooking you had done for him since he had arrived.
He responded with a little laugh, and turned back to his screen. You admired how much he devoted himself to his work, however it worried you nonstop to see how it ate away at him, both mentally and physically.
You didn’t pretend to understand what he did. As far as you could tell, he was a spy or detective of sorts. He never confirmed or denied your guesses, but there were certain aspects of his routine that allowed you to infer what you could.
What you were sure of, however, was that the only time he was ever able to properly relax was when he was around you. Which only made it that much more saddening that he was so immersed in his research at this moment in time.
But you said nothing. It was never your place to interfere or say anything. That was how the two of you worked.
You picked up your book from the table in front of you and began to read. It was nice, being near him and the two of you being allowed to do your respective things. In fact, the book you were reading was one he had suggested for you after you told him it had been a while since you found a good book.
So far, you were quite happy with the recommendation.
After a couple of hours of just being next to each other and occasionally exchanging words, you began to doze off. The book slipped out of your hands and your head dropped onto L’s shoulder.
For the first time in hours, he was completely taken out of his work mindset. The weight of your body slumped against his was so warm. He knew it probably would be best to let you sleep, but how was he meant to get any work done if you were right against him?
Lucky for him, you started to stir, yawning as you awoke from your brief nap. “You’re here?”
“I’ve been here since yesterday.” He replied quietly.
You quickly noticed how much of his personal space you had accidentally invaded and shot straight up. “Shit, I didn’t mean to - “
L reached over and took your hand. It was a bit of an awkward grab, but you understood he meant it to be comforting. “You do not bother me.” His words were firm.
“Right,” You breathed out, unknowingly lacing your fingers with his. “I forgot.”
“You also seemed to forget that I was here,” He noted. “You were surprised.”
Your cheeks heated up at his observation. “I think…I’m not used to you being so present next to me. It was a bit shocking to wake up practically sleeping on you.”
He was silent for a moment, and then, “Elaborate. On the part about me being present.”
“It’s not a matter of you being physically absent, but I mean you’re always so absorbed in your work that it’s like you forget I’m here or even where and who you are. Mentally, you are on another planet almost ninety percent of the time.” You explain, embarrassed.
This seemed to bother him. You noticed the way his grip on your hand loosened and his shoulders deflated even more.
“I never meant to make you feel that way.”
Your heart broke at how defeated he sounded. “Not at all! I just want you to be aware that you’re allowed to relax around me. You’re under no obligations here.”
He nodded. “Then you should also know that I don’t mind you being close to me.” He looked down at where your hands were still intertwined. “I’ve come to enjoy being in contact with you.”
You laughed lightly, relieved. “Thank goodness. I could kiss you right now, you know?”
“You could.” He confirmed quickly. “It would certainly be an experience I’ve never had before.”
To that, your laughter stops. “Never? You’ve never been kissed before?”
“I think I, of all people, would know if I had been.” He said dryly.
“Would you want me to kiss you?” You asked him, your words hushed and curious.
He pondered it for a moment. “I would want you to, of course. I have no expectations on whether or not I will enjoy it, as I have no previous experience to form them from. However, based off of what the vast majority of the population would - “
You decided you had enough of his talking and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and using your free hand to hold his face gently as you did.
By kissing standards, it was not perfect. It was soft and awkward, but to you it was pure bliss. And as you pulled away and saw the gratified look in his eyes, it was fairly evident he felt similarly.
“How was that?” You asked teasingly.
“I’m not sure,” He replied. “I think you should do it again, for me to provide you with a satisfactory answer.”
You let out a laugh and leaned against him. “To be entirely honest with you, I haven’t kissed many people before.”
“In comparison to them, how did I do?”
“Well, that was just a basic kiss.” You explained. “If you really want to be memorable, you should try a little harder.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “And how should I do that?”
You gave him a sly smile and moved until his back was pressed against the couch cushions and you were positioned slightly above him, your legs on either side of his lap.
“Just open your mouth…” And like the obedient boyfriend he was, he did. “...lean forward…” Your lips met his again and you pulled him in closer; so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest.
The two of you quickly fell into a rhythm, and for someone who claimed to have never been kissed before, he was oddly passionate.
Breathless, you pulled away and beamed at him. “I would say that was pretty good. You?”
“If I wished to rank it, I would have to kiss other people to properly make a comparison.” You met his eyes, a teasing spark illuminated within them.
You scrunched up your nose. “Don’t joke. You are horribly unfunny.”
“Your lies do not concern me.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise.
“It appears you like being kissed then?”
“If it’s by you, then yes.” He sighed, a mixture of content and sadness. “I apologize for making you feel so unwanted around me while I work. I truly appreciate your presence and your efforts to distract me.”
You nodded acceptingly. “Well, do they at least work?”
L smiled. “They do.”
With a little exhale of relief, you rested your body against his and closed your eyes. “Anyways, you’re pretty good at that whole kissing thing. Maybe we can make it a habit.”
He squeezed your hand lightly. “I would like that.”
Because there was something so satisfying about kissing you, or even touching you, that made him only crave it more. L, whose mind was forever restless, had come to a complete halt the moment your lips had touched his.
It appeared that the only tried and true thing that could ever relax him and bring him out of an overworked state of mind, was being with you.
It was selfish. So incredibly selfish of him. To be with you, knowing the dangers, knowing the consequences, all because it made him feel good.
But he couldn’t help it. Not if it meant the possibility of kissing you again. And so he solidified this resolve in his mind that he wanted you, and only ever you. He knew there could be nothing good to come of this in the long run, but for now, you were both content in each other’s company.
L never stopped thinking about this moment. It might have been one of the only ones where he could truly say he was happy.
I am on an angst roll, legit I have a L x FBI agent! Reader and Chuuya X FWB! Reader, Im starting the L one and the Chuuya one after that, so the L one might be out in a week or two but my school is starting in less than a week so my progress might slow down a bit, but I’m really trying to actually write this year guys.
I’m halfway done with my L x Reader angst fic, I’m sorry it was was supposed to be done by now but I just started high school and I’ve been really busy, so I will probably on be writing after school some days cause I’m trying to study a lot this year, good luck to me yall.
Grumpy!men x Artist!reader (sketcher)
"Do we really have to go?" He asked, as this was the fourth time this week where you we dragging him somewhere.
"Of course we do!! And you don't have a choice...like always, but you should already know that." You looked over at him, as you continued to walk. He gave you a soft glare, but didn't stop you.
"Don't glare at me like this, I've already drew that." You said jokingly to him.
"Then what exactly do you suggest i do?" He asked as you smirked. Oh oh...
"Smile more, so i can have it also on a sketch."
"You're impossible..." (No, you're not.)
Rin Itoshi, Megumi, Sasuke, NEJI, Akutagawa, Sigma, Tsukishima, Midorima, Levi, SAKURA, Tomioka, Aki, Mikaela, L, Yuno + any of your favs
・❥・I’m here with you (it hasn’t been so easy being lonely)
: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader
: ̗̀➛ cw: angst, allusion to sex, reader is referred to having a "plush" body like once
: ̗̀➛ wc: 800+
: ̗̀➛ author's note: holy crap it's been 3 months since I've posted anything... sorry about that. anyyways enjoy this little one shot about L.
reader is a civilian and doesn't know L's name
In the bright light of early dawn, you run your hands over an empty spot on the bed warmed only by the forgiving sun. He’s left already. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave without saying goodbye. He told you earlier on that he hated goodbyes, so you both agreed to this arrangement. You weren’t so keen on the idea when he first brought it up, but you hated the idea of him not being with you at all more. He would return in a few weeks time and you would quickly wipe away your tears and he would ignore the streaks left on your cheeks as he greeted you. But the first day was always the hardest. Just when you were getting used to him being around, making enough breakfast for two and waiting to wash his white shirts, he would leave.
You gingerly slip out of bed and slumber towards the kitchen. Taking out a pan and two eggs, you busy yourself with making breakfast but you can’t concentrate. Your mind slips away to him. What was he doing that he couldn’t share with you? What was so dangerous about his job that even one little slip up on his part would cause him to disappear for months? In the dead of night, when all the buildings quiet down and their people sink into slumber, he would whisper prayers against your skin. Though you never understood a word he said, between your half lucid mind and his soothing Russian tongue, you could sense a tone of reverence in his voice, hands squeezing your waist and head bowed between your chest.
The smell of burning eggs invades your nostrils. You let out a heavy sigh and begin to scrap away at the charred bits of yolk.
Weeks pass with no call, not that he ever calls, and soon long nights turn to long days as trees begin to straighten up and cicadas poke their heads out of the ground so they can dance with the rise of the sun. Kids run around with ice cream dripping down into their chubby hands and on the concrete where little ants graciously scoop up the liquid gold and offer it to their queen. Shirts stick to backs and eyes squint in submission to Helios galloping through the sky. You’ve never been a fan of summer, but he always made it better. Waking up early in the morning to get berries at the farmers market, and buying every sugary dessert at the carnival and getting on the chair swing ride.
It was so peaceful up there. People shrunk to the size of ants, scurrying across in search of food, the bright lights blurred together forming a constellation below just for you. Your feet swayed in the wind, the light breeze caressed your cheeks providing a much needed respite from the stuffy carnival floor. His hand inched closer to yours, long fingers ghosted against yours asking for permission, and you opened your palm welcoming him home. He didn’t say anything, being a man of few words, but he squeezed your hand in thanks. Thanks that you have stayed with him for this very moment to happen. His messy hair got pushed back, better revealing his onyx eyes holding only love and adoration for you.
That night he told you he loved you. Amongst the shrills of children and the rumble of wobbly roller coasters, he proclaimed his devotion against the back of your hand held to his chapped lips. You walked home together, smiling and giggling like fools, with bellies full of sweets.
You stumbled through your bedroom door, clammy hands hastily ripped off clothes eager to feel skin against skin hot to the touch. All efforts of looking suave on both parties flew out the window as a carnal need took over. Teeth clashed against each other in a messy kiss as your hand carded through his hair and then settled on the nap of his neck. His hand held your cheek as the other pushed the small of your back against him. He curled over you, protected you, devoured you. The need for oxygen overtook, and you parted as a string of spit connected his lips to yours. He stayed close, his forehead bumped against yours, and let out a shaky pant as you took a deep breath, in tandem with each other pushing and pulling. You fell against the bed, yanked him with you, and felt him smile against your skin.
In the afterglow, wrapped up in fuzzy blankets and the cool moonlight, he said, “this is the happiest I think I’ve ever been.” You held him tighter, kissed the crown of his head, and drifted off to sleep.
He will return soon enough. He has too. And then you’ll go to the carnival and eat funnel cake until you’re sick and share syrupy kisses on the ferris wheel and laugh and smile. For now you wait, ignore the dreaded emptiness in your chest, and wait. He will return. And you’ll wipe your tears.
・❥・I'm your puppet
You bring up the idea of L using you to distress. He agrees. Absolute filth follows.
: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader
: ̗̀➛ cw: smut (pretty obvious), heavy degradation, slight praise, breeding, slapping, slight cum eating, being called pretty little thing and slut, reader is a freak for L
: ̗̀➛ wc: 1000+
: ̗̀➛ a/n: two posts in a week, who would have guessed. anyways please enjoy the degenerate activities here.
L positions you in the way he wants, pulls you up by your throat, long fingers curling around constricting your breaths, until your body is pressed against his, as his hips snap against the fat of your ass causing a “pap pap” sound to echo throughout your room.
He’s relentless in his search for pleasure, paying you no mind, as his hand begins to squeeze your throat, the other snakes its way to seize your hip in a bruising grip, and hot pants and low grunts escape his chapped lips as they brush against your ear. Your mind turns to mush, no longer able to distinguish pain and pleasure as it creates a sinful mix tricking you into begging for more. All that comes out is a series of babbles, drool dripping down onto your chest, and L smugly laughs at your pathetic self. Too drunk off this moment to say or do anything as he bends you over, forcing your head into a pillow, to hit that sweet spongy spot inside. You let out a scream of delight as if he understood your pleads, and in return clench around his cock deliciously. He lets out another grunt, deep from within his chest, and smacks your ass letting the sting linger before smacking it again with just as much force. It sends your body jolting forward, too much for your broken mind to handle, and you try to squirm from his grasp, but he drags you back to where you belong. Taking his cock like you were made for this, made to be ruined by him.
Muffled mewls and a feeble excuse of thrusting yourself back on his dick makes his mind lose focus. Normally crippled by the weight of his cases, L kneels taller now, filled with thoughts of fucking you full. He pulls out, just kissing your hole with his flushed tip, until ramming himself back in, setting a brutal pace on your body. You couldn’t be more delighted.
It was your idea to help him distress. A method, other than eating a concerning amount of sweets, to relax him.
You picked at the threads on your sweater as you watched him reach for another stack of macarons after downing two boxes. His fingers danced across his keyboard, quickly typing out a report in some language you can’t discern, before he spots you shyly inching over.
L stuffs a strawberry macaron in his mouth before asking “woul’ ‘o’ ‘ike o’e” offering you a vanilla one.
“No it’s okay” you say trying to hide a chuckle bubbling its way out. “I was actually wondering how your job is going.”
He continues to violently chew, “ ‘qui’e ‘ell,” he swallows thickly, “why do you ask?”
“Well,” you peer down to your socks, rubbing your toes against the carpet, “I was just worried if you were stressed. You’ve eaten almost three boxes of those.”
“Sugar keeps the brain awake,” he states matter-of-factly as he goes to grab another one.
Your hand stops his, holding it in place, and he looks up to you slightly confused with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He’s trying to read you.
“Maybe you should rest a while. Let your brain reset, you know?” His gaze shifts to his laptop. The report is nearly finished, and it has been weeks since he could sleep for more than an hour. He can never fully rest on a job like he can when he’s with you. His mind is plagued by images of known friends and nameless faces calling him, but you keep them at bay. Perhaps resting will do him some good.
His voice softens to barely a whisper, “that would be good,” until he corrects himself “then I can continue working.”
“I’ll help you distress.”
L starts to get ready for bed, gingerly changing into his pj’s which really only consists of taking off his pants, and begins to slip into bed until he notices your apprehensive self still standing at the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh. Nothing, nothing,” but you still remain at the door.
His eyes squint in suspicion, letting silence question you instead of him. You quickly relent. “I mean… Well I feel bad now.”
More silence.
You sigh, frustrated at the fact your will power breaks so easily for him. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex to distress, but then you were actually going to sleep and now-”
“I would very much like to have sex with you.”
“-I feel like an asshole- wait what?”
“I said I would like to have sex.”
The air in the room turns thick with the smell of sweat and sex cut by your pornagraphic moans, and L’s harsh pants, and the sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass.
The position he has you in makes him hit even deeper than you could imagine, leaving you incapable of moving let alone thinking, but no need to think. A pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to think when you have L as your lover. He knows what you need is to be a good little slut and take his cum.
Your hoarse voice says “‘is too much. Can’t take it.” between moans, legs shaking underneath L’s thighs.
He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Yes.” “You.” “Can.” forcing the bed frame to hit the wall.
He bends over your hunched frame, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your neck until he reaches your neck and he whispers “be good for me,” and you cum.
Stars dance around the corner of your vision as a soundless scream escapes you, and your hole tightens around L’s cock making him hiss. He drops to his elbows, succumbing to only shallow thrusts until it’s all too much and he cums filling your hole and pushing it back in with his cock. He stays until he softens and falls out, and his eyes fall on your thighs. His cum is smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down between your ass and on to the bed. He scoops it back up and pushes it in, not wanting to waste a single drop, and you moan at the intrusion.
He takes his cum covered fingers to your parted lips, already familiar with routine, and you wrap them around his fingers, tongue swirling to get every last bit. You release them with a ‘pop,’ eyes waiting patiently for your reward, and he obliges, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
He gets up to get a towel and begins to get you cleaned up, kissing each bruise he left, and massaging your sore limbs.
“You did so well for me.”
“Would you say you’re sufficiently relaxed?”
“Yes, very relaxed. Thank you.”
He kisses your head, and tucks you into bed smiling to himself. How he ever got you to be his lover, he will never know, but he is forever grateful you are.
Hey, I'm not sure if you'll do this one, but like... I was on c.ai and actually made this cute little thing that I want to see with a more cannon L.
Basically, L and Reader are in a relationship, she has no connection to the Kira case, she's just a normal person. One night, L was on his laptop when she entered the room, crying and asking him to give up the case, because she just found out she's pregnant.
It's silly, but the way L comforted my character, I just need to see it with a more human writing 😭
Hello darling! Thank you for sending an ask! It’s not silly at all and I am more than willing to oblige. I hope you don’t mind, but I tweaked the story a little. Hopefully it’s still enjoyable.
Being in a relationship with L Lawliet was not easy. He was rarely ever with you, off on some business trip or other, and even when he was, his mind would drift off, eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him as he waited for you to get out of the shower. He would have to leave again, twice as long this time, to Japan. This case was proving to be far more difficult than he expected but you did not need to know the details. As much as you insist, he will never darken your mind with the details of any case he works.
You spend the night together in each other’s arms praying it lasts a little longer, but it never works. Morning comes too quickly, and you kiss L at the door, never saying goodbye because this isn’t a goodbye. He will return. He must.
Christmas comes and you stay in your flat with colorful shadows of yourself reflected on the walls from tree lights outside your window. You stand hunched over the bathroom sink, unblinking eyes focused on your hands. Shrieks of joy from young children and gossiping mothers can be heard from the park across the street temporarily drawing your attention away. Happy families enjoying the holidays together. It almost makes you want to vomit. You peer down at your hands again, willing the color on the strip to change. No matter how many times you rub your eyes or shake the damn thing, it stays the same. Two pink lines. Christmas carollers start to sing and you are overtaken by a bout of nausea. You really should have used a condom.
After cleaning up the mess in the bathroom, you stumble to your bedroom dropping to your knees and swiping beneath your bed in search of a burner phone. L had given it to you in case you needed to reach him. It was a one use sort of thing, designed to self destruct after a call has been made. Finally you find it, covered in dust bunnies, but still in working condition. You input a code of numbers, accessing the contacts, take a deep breath, and call L. One, two, three rings, then he picks up.
His voice crackles over the speaker. “Hello.”
“Is there anyone with you?”
You hear muffled shuffling and then what sounds like a door locking.
“No.”
“Okay.” A slight pause. “I’m pregnant.” Exhale.
L goes silent trying to process the gravity of your statement, mouth opening and then shutting. He could be a father, if you wanted him to be, but he realizes where he is. In a country hours away from you, stuck in an empty hotel room with only the whir of computers and the thought of you to keep his sanity during this case that will surely take his life.
“I’ll be right there.”
The line goes dead before you can reply. The automated voice saying the phone will self-destruct in five seconds, and you rush to the bathroom, throwing it in the sink before it has the chance to explode in your hand.
Six-teen hours later, he’s at your door red in the face and puffing with sweat dripping off his forehead.
“Where-how did you get here so fast?”
“Ran-” he takes a deep breath “from airport.”
“Why wouldn't you drive?”
Another breath. “Traffic.”
He pushes past your unmoving frame, walking straight to the fridge and chugging a water bottle. Slowly, still in shock of his unorthodox arrival, you lock the front door and follow him to the kitchen where he has downed yet another bottle.
You stare at him, bewildered, waiting for an explanation for his erratic behavior, and he stares back, slightly shrugging his shoulders as if it was self explanatory.
Daring to break the silence, you ask, “What do we do?”
“Whatever you want my love.” He answers quickly back.
You place your hands on your lower belly, imagining the little life just barely starting to grow into an embryo. Physical proof of the love you share. Flashes of a nonexistent Christmas pass your mind, wrapped up in fuzzy blankets as you watch L play with your child, softly cooing when their chubby hands nearly reach a star shaped ornament in his hands.
“I think I want to keep it.”
He smiles and places his own hands on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. “Then we will.”
Suddenly you look up from your joined hands, worry etched on your brow. “What about your job? Aren’t you on a case?”
L’s voice is low and soothing. “I’ll send someone to take my place.” You open your mouth in protest, but he beats you to it, “I belong here with you” and the words die on your tongue.
L presses you closer to his chest, arms protectively wrapped around your waist, and his head buried in the crook of your neck. No words are exchanged because no more words are needed. He will stay and create the family he never had with you, and he couldn’t be happier.
a/n again???: this was too long to put in the tags but I really don't know if L would give up the kira case for you
he would set up a generous trust fund for you and the baby, but I think he would still ultimately stay on the case
he may say it’s so that you don't have to worry about a mass murder possibly gunning it for you, but I think it would be because of his ego, L has to win
but this ask wasn't asking for angst but I digress
L x Female reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: L is consumed with his work and hasn’t paid you any attention in the last few hours. You figure it’s well within your right to do whatever possible to get him to focus on you.
“Come on babe,” you beg for the 1200th time. “Take a break for a bit. I miss you.”
L looks over at you from his crouched position — the one he’s always in when he’s working or focused on something. “I took a break earlier; I had some cake. And how can you miss me when I’m sitting right here?”
You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to hide your laugh as you’re genuinely becoming annoyed and impatient.
“Yeah, smart-mouth ass,” you bark, hands on your hips defensively. “Not only did you eat your cake, but ya’ ate mine too! And you know exactly what I meant by that; I miss you spending time with me and not on this investigation. Sheesh.”
He blinks at you slowly with his big, sleepy, doe eyes. “You said I could eat it. And I’ll spend time with you once I’ve finished for the night.”
You huff out, “Number one: I didn’t think you’d actually eat it — which I should have known better. And number two: that’s what you said the last bazillion times I asked, L.”
“Because I wasn’t finished the last bazillion times you asked,” he replies, eyes fixed back on his computer screen.
You scoff, speechless. You know your boyfriend is an odd one, but you’ve always found it adorable. Sometimes though, there’s this little part of you that wants to choke him to an even paler complexion than he already is.
“Fine,” you hiss, walking up to him to nudge his head childishly. He doesn’t even blink let alone flinch at the push. “I’ll go play by myself — or maybe even with myself.”
“Keep the noise down please,” is all he says as you start to walk back up to your bedroom.
You scoff again, stopping to glare at him before stomping up the stairs, but to no avail. You know you’re being a brat, but you can’t help it. Sometimes L can be cold and detached from you. You understand that it isn’t on purpose and that he cares about you. But every so often you crave a bit more of him than what he’s willing to give.
Lying down, scrolling on your phone, you get an idea in your schemey little mind. You think you know something that might get L to pay you some attention.
You come out of your pajamas, only in your hello kitty slippers now. Confidently, you stride back downstairs and into the kitchen.
“I’m gettin’ a bowl of ice cream,” you announce, taking the frozen matcha treat out of the freezer. “Do you want some?”
He pauses momentarily, taking his thumbnail between his teeth. “Six scoops with chocolate syrup, please.” He hasn’t seemed to notice that you’re butt-ass naked just yet.
“Coming right up,” you respond, preparing his bowl to bring over to him.
“Here,” you say, nudging his arm with the bowl.
“Thank—,” he stops, looking into the bowl with a deadpan expression. “You didn’t put the syrup…”
Your face begins to burn with frustration, but you ignore it, continuing with your motive. “Lick it off me first and then I’ll put it on.”
He finally lifts his head, scanning you up and down, eyes widening. His eyes dart to your chest where you’ve drizzled some of the chocolate syrup on your breasts.
He slides his slender fingers against the small of your back, pulling you to him. You gasp quietly, his cool hand giving your naked body prickly goosebumps. He then stands up and dips his head down, face-level with your perky breasts. You shiver violently as a result of him blowing cool air on your already hard nipples.
“Hey!” You whisper-shout. You’re already finding it hard to stand as your knees are buckling from the tension. You don’t appreciate being teased.
L starts with your right breast, his tongue is contrastingly warm and soft in comparison to the rest of his body. He licks around it, swirling his tongue teasingly and taking your breast into his mouth entirely, being sure to get every last drop of the syrup. He repeats the action to your left breast and then licks down your stomach and belly button to catch the remaining drizzle.
As soon as he finishes, he takes the syrup from your hand, your grip weak and loose now anyway. He sits back down in his chair and neatly drizzles the syrup over his melting ice cream.
You continue to stand there, wet, wildly turned on, and freezing, but hoping to be warmed up very fucking soon.
You snatch the bowl from his hand, staring a hole into the side of his head as he looks ahead, spoon still held up to his mouth. He licks the spoon clean and then sets it down, turning to you
“How dare you do what you just did to me and then just go back to what you’re doing? Like…are you alright in the head? Don’t tease me like that!” You shout, ignoring how innocent and unassuming his face looks right now.
“I just wanted to eat my ice cream…”He murmurs, finger-pointing to the bowl in your hand. “I mean — you made it for me.”
You gawk at him, utterly empty of words. You can’t even be mad at your boyfriend; he’s too precious. It drives you insane. The look on his face immediately fills you with guilt at how mean you’re currently being.
“Fuck,” you exasperate, placing the bowl back down on his table. You lean forward to grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”
“It’s okay,” he replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but in your eyes.
You kiss him on his squished-in lips and to your surprise, he accepts the kiss without any cheeky remarks. You swap spit, taking your tongue out on occassion to lick his lips and tongue in circles. Nasty, sloppy kissing is your favorite. You release his face from your grasp so that he can move freely.
He sighs, looking down at his throbbing bulge through his pants. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I guess you were gonna get that quality time out of me one way or the other. But this… this just isn’t fair.”
You unbutton his pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers to relieve him. His pink tip is sopping with pre-cum and your mouth waters at the sight. He tenses up in his position, fingers tightening around his boney knees.
“Relax,” you tell him soothingly, kissing his tip with wet lips. You lick the oozing pre-cum off and then wrap a hand around his shaft, using it to rub your clit in circles.
He throws his head back again, groaning deeply. You suck him up for a few minutes, stopping in a decent enough time to postpone his nut.
Dick still incredibly hard, you situate yourself onto L’s lap, his wood slipping inside of you most satisfyingly.
“Mmmm — fuck yeah,” you squeal, letting the full feeling of him slowly enter you sink in. You instantly warm up at the intimacy.
He pulls you a bit closer, wrapping his hands around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs. “I know I’m pretty cold. Sorry about that,” he apologizes, using feathery strokes with his fingernails against your sides.
“It’s okay, it feels nice,” you reply honestly. Now that you’ve become hot and aroused, the coolness his body provides is refreshing to you; like a cold glass of ice water.
You pull him by his shoulders, tilting your head into the crook of his soft neck to make out with it as you start to ride him carefully.
He bites his bottom lip to conceal his sounds. You hear him fighting to quiet down his whimpers and pants, an occasional sound escaping into your ear anyways.
“Shit, you’re so fucking deep.” You graze his ear between your teeth, using your hips to deepen and quicken your skillful riding.
He kisses you as you continue to thrust against him, fully in control of everything now. You like that he lets you take charge sometimes; no toxic masculinity, complete acceptance, and vulnerability. Crying and whimpering in your ear like a needy and helpless man; now that — that is your weakness.
You tangle your fingers into his hair, intensifying the kiss with the control you have over the direction in which his head goes.
He pulls back, looking at you with half-open eyes. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum.”
You kiss his forehead messily, closing your eyes tight in deep focus. Your final thrusts are aggressive and desperate, the taste of your orgasm nothing short of delectable. The chair squeaks loudly with all the movement going on. You shudder, yanking his head back frantically as you cum on him. He cums right there with you, his face beaming gorgeously with a deep red against his translucent complexion.
The two of you catch your breath’s, gathering yourselves just enough to come back down to Earth.
L sigh’s, turning his head to examine his bowl of melted ice cream. “Guess I should drink that now.”
I love Death Note so much. L has got to be my favorite character like.... Fucking ever. And this was hard to write tbh. L doesn't seem overly sexual at all, so I had to get creative with this one. I love submissive men. They're so hot. - Ash <3
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Fandoms: Demon Slayer (Everybody is okay)
Hazbin Hotel (NO VALENTINO, but everyone else is good) Death Note
Yugioh
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Y/n: *Doing anything*
L: "My love for you just increased by 5%"
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L from death note ofc, begin a dom collaring you, calling you kitten, taking his sweet time fingering you, praising and degrading you wjen he dose all that then just rails u lol. -18 old anon
Hi anon!
A/N: This is my first time writing for L so I hope you like this:) NSFW under the cut.
Kitten
Word Count: 1074 words
Content warning: collaring, pet play, calling reader kitten, fingering, praise, degradation, slight edging, unprotected sex, and a dash of aftercare
Dating the world's best detective did have its perks and merits. Being with someone like L was not an easy task. He could often be quite blunt and emotionally unavailable. It was difficult for him to express how much he valued and cherished you. But he made up for all that and showed you just how much he loved you in bed.
It was a busy day for the both of you and L had returned home just about an hour after you. Both of you had a relaxing dinner and you went to the bathroom to finish your nighttime routine and get ready for bed.
You walked out of the bathroom and were met with the sight of L sitting on the edge of the bed with your collar in his hand. He had got you that early on in the relationship and you were proud to wear it and signify that you were his. Whenever the collar was out you knew it was time to play.
You walked over to him and stood silently waiting for your command.
"Get on your knees, kitten." he said.
You did as he said and bowed your head knowing what was about to come. You heard the rustling of the thick leather belt of the collar and soon you felt its weight resting on your neck. You knew there was no getting out of this when you heard that final click of the lock of the collar.
He slowly lifted your chin up with his finger till your eyes met his dark ones. He bent down to your eye level and kissed you deeply while stroking your hair. He then guided you up and laid you down on the bed.
His lips travelled a path all the way from your lips, to your ears, to your neck and your throat and finally stopped at the top of your breasts. He lightly hummed when he saw how much you were writhing with him hardly doing anything.
"Did you miss me, kitten? I've hardly touched you and you're already so needy?" he asked while stroking the inside of your thighs with feather light touches.
"Yes sir, I've missed you." It almost sounded like a whine.
He moved down your body and his hands, which were on your thighs, travelled up to the waistband of your shorts. After toying around there for a bit longer just to see you squirm, he finally pulled down your shorts. He was met with the sight of your bare pussy since you decided not to wear any panties tonight.
After discarding your shorts, his hands and mouth touched you everywhere but just not where you needed him the most. His lips kissed the innermost parts of your thighs and his cold breath made you quiver and moan. His index finger lightly touched your clit and you jolted at the sudden but extremely needed contact.
"Sir please, I need you!" you moaned out.
"You're such a fucking slut, I barely touch your clit and you're already begging for me".
His index and middle finger touched your puffy lips and your swollen clit just long enough for you to beg. Your pussy was already dripping wet and you didn't think you could handle his teasing any longer. And right then he dipped his index finger into your wet heat while his thumb rubbed circles on your swollen. He kept repeating the motions on your clit and his finger moved in and out of you at a torturous pace. You moaned out in relief and pleasure and mindlessly mumbled, "thank you, thank you".
"Does my kitten like that? Do you want more?" he said almost in a taunting way.
"Yes please! I need more."
He obliged and pushed both his index and middle finger inside you. The sudden fullness made you choke and your eyes rolled back to your head. And then he changed the slow, torturous pace of his fingers and brutally started thrusting his fingers in and out of you. He made a curling motion with his fingers inside of you and repeatedly hit your g-spot.
At this point, you weren't even coherent anymore. You just kept mumbling and moaning out "please, pl-please. I'm so so cl-close. Please let m-me cum sir!!"
After edging you for a little more, he finally growled out. "Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my fingers." Your body automatically tightened and your walls kept clenching around his fingers. Your eyes rolled back to your head and screamed out his name.
He gently removed his fingers out of you and stroked your hair with his other hand. "Good fucking girl. Now you're gonna be my good little kitten and take all of me inside you, right?"
"Yes sir. I wanna be your good girl. Please, I want you inside."
He signalled for you to turn around and get on all fours. You bent your back in an arch and presented your ass to him. He took his throbbing length out of the confines of his pants and after stroking himself a few times, he lined himself up with your pussy. He lightly tapped his length on your clit a few times and you squirmed around in impatience. Just when you least expected, he pushed himself all the way in and the both of you let out loud moans.
After this he just kept ramming into you over and over again till you could see nothing but stars. He pulled you by your collar till your back touched his front and he sped up his thrusting inside of you. You moaned and your head lolled on his shoulders.
He whispered in your ears, "Are you gonna cum for me baby?"
"Yes! yes! I'm-i'm gonna cum."
And then your orgasm hit you like a truck for the second time and your hot walls clenched all around his length. Your pussy pulsing around his dick triggered his orgasm and he shot his load deep inside your pussy.
After the both of you came down from your highs, he cleaned you up, and gently removed the collar from your neck. He comforted you and told you how good you were for him, while stroking your back and hair. He rubbed soothing circles on your back and kissed you on your forehead while showering you with praise. And at this moment he reminded you just how much he actually cared for you.
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