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[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

10 L Lawliet headcannons (Several NSFW)

Just a few headcannons in no particular order. Lmk if there's any mistakes for me to fix! This deals with NSFW topics, and reader is AFAB + fem

He is unabashed when it comes to staring.  

Any conversation could turn into a staring contest with you body, which makes it particularly difficult if your relationship is supposed to be secret. Fortunately, he has a bit of a reputation for being creepy or unsettling, so to most of the people it just looks like he's being gross. Sitting? His eyes are on your thighs. Standing? He's entranced by the shape of your breasts. Walking in front of him? He's completely focused on the movements of your ass. It's not even perverted in nature, sometimes he just wants to commit a part of you to memory. It's all fun and games until someone tries to call him out on his behavior, and you have to quickly explain that it's ok, you're not bothered by it. You'll have to scold him later for being so careless. 

"I haven't seen you in this shirt before. It's a little...modest, don't you think?"

2. His hands are constantly cold.

His hands are so cold, you know it's him if he taps you on the shoulder or grabs your arm, because it feels absolutely frigid. You always joke that it's because all the blood is in his brain. That being said, he often warms himself by simply grabbing your breasts. Only when you're cuddling, of course, he'll be spooning you beneath the covers, his freezing hands holding your tits. You can't blame him, you admittedly do the same when your own hands are cold, but it makes it difficult to get comfortable sometimes. It does, however, add a little thrill to when he's carressing your thighs in preperation for the best head of your life, the chill of his hands sliding down your skin to sooth you.

"Stop it, you're hands are too cold, I'm trying to sleep!"

"You said you liked it last night. I don't see how now is any different."

3. He prefers missionary and cowgirl.

While L is capable of most any position, and he enjoys each well enough, missionary or cowgirl is the most practical, and he loves efficiency. It feels good, it's got a nice angle, and it's quick to get into. Other positions might feel better, but it only makes sense that his favorites are ones that check as many boxes as possible.

"Lay on your back, please."

"Didn't you say we were trying something new tonight?"

"I haven't the time. tomorrow."

4. Stress is his biggest motivator.

despite the title, it honestly depends on where you are in the relationship. At first, especially before your first time together, he's fairly dismissive. If he's stressed, and he feels the need to work until it's solved, you take a backseat. He hardly sees you, let alone touches you. Later, however, when he experiences the wonders of sexual relief, you're his go-to. He asks that you stay ready for him, because at any given moment he could have a few minutes to delegate to screwing you.

"I have approximately 6 minutes. I'd appreciate if you gave me a blowjob."

"Oh, really, would you?"

"I would."

5. He's very into foodplay.

Yes, yes, I know, headcannon about L being into foodplay, shocker. It's just too true not to include. If he has a very, very, very rare day off, it's spent indulging in one of his few true fantasies. Remember how I said that missionary and cowgirl are his favorites because it's practical? I lied. While not a position, drizzling strawberry sauce and squirting whipped cream all over your naked body, only to slowly, diligently lick it off would be his absolute, all time favorite thing to do to you.

"Today is christmas. Everyone's gone home, and I'm...listless."

"So then, you want to-"

"yes. Please. Lay on the table."

6. Petnames are practically nonexistent.

He's not a fan of petnames, he sees no use for them. Your name is your name, he knows it, you know it, and so that's what he'll call you. You might shower him in affectionate names, darling, sweetheart, baby, whatever it is, he doesn't care. He just...doesn't use them on you. Occasionally, very rarely, he might call you "my love," or "my dear," or something similar, if he's feeling particularly responsive. Something to note: if he ever calls you any petname, it starts with "my." You're not a darling, or a love, or a dear, your his. If you weren't, you wouldn't be here.

"Could you please do what you did to my shoulders last night?"

"The massage? Sure...wow, you're tense. You should relax more often."

"...Thank you, my love."

7. He keeps a data sheet of everything about you.

It's locked away on a private file of his computer. Yes, you know about it. Yes, he knows you know. Somehow, it's not creepy if he does it, it's just...L. It contains basics, your age, your eye color, your bloodtype. Allergies, if you have them, how intense they are. But it also has the things you'll never see. What he thinks of you in excruciating detail, a daily journal for the things you do and what he thinks of them, ideas of different things to do during sex when he has a little freetime, even a plan of what he'll get you for every possible gift-giving celebration. That's just what you've been able to glean from your interactions, there could be anything else on there. Hell, he could be tracking your cycle.

"I see...and this movie, it's your favorite?"

"I wouldn't say favorite, maybe...top three."

"Top three? I had assumed something similar..."

8. He watches when you sleep.

Especially after sex. He doesn't get the chance to lay with you afterward often, so if he can, he wants to be awake for the experience. He'll lay there, in the dark, watching your eyes move beneath your lids, your breath rise and fall, your heart beat beneath your skin. He's not adept to sleeping, its not something he does often, so he doesn't mind it at all. He also takes the opporitunity to muse about his work. He likes to talk about it, and when you're asleep he figures he can't bore you.

"Are you asleep?"

"..."

"You are, then. I've come to a few conclusions about the kira case that you may find enlightening. Primarily..."

9. He doesn't mind asking you invasive questions.

The only problem is he doesn't know when to ask, especially in public. If you're not supposed to be dating, it makes it even harder, because he'll randomly say things like, "I recall you had an appointment with your gynocologist. Was it a routine checkup, or...perhaps a pap smear?" Dear god, sometimes you want him to shut up. Still, it makes communicating easy. If he wants to know something, he'll ask, at your comfort or not.

"I've noticed you've been unusually short-tempered recently. Has something happened that I should know about?"

"...I've...had a tough week."

"Would you like to tell me about it? I can't promise to be helpful, but I do care about you."

10. He loves to kiss the most random parts of you.

you might be laying in bed, enjoying an evening, when he walks in tired out of his mind. He'll lay next to you, silently, before cuddling up to you. Only then will he ask about your day. He'll listen, but he asked primarily because the sound of your voice soothes him. While you chatter, he likes to kiss wherever his mouth can reach, gentle and chaste. Eventually, he takes your hands and kisses your wrists, then each knuckle on every finger. He might turn you over, just to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then your eyes. It's a nice feeling, to have his lips against your skin. it's comforting.

"I can barely focus on talking when you kiss me so much."

"Say whatever you like. I don't have a preference for what words you say, so long as you say them."

[gravity-what]

Last year I shared my future Omi design idea where I would say he’s a newly promoted Dragon around 19ish and, in that, I mentioned he’s got about a 25% chance of going Heylin.

Well, here is an even further in the future Omi with that 25% chance taking hold~ (and also how I imagine Omi to ultimately end up)

I don’t know. I’ve just been in a drawing mood today. Expect the other monks at some point for the fun of it.

[Kimiko’s design is here!]

[Clay is here]

[Raimundo is here]

[winxngasks]

I've had this sitting in my drafts for little over a year now 😭 But, I wanted to wait until I finished all of The Trix's kids' revamps, and I finally got around to it recently!

These two are Icy and Darko's kids, Nicholas and Juniper! It was an interesting challenge trying to translate Nick's hair into my current style, but I think I did pretty alright! For June, I wanted to explore her gothic fashion taste a little here, with her outfit being based on one I found before(but don't remember if I saved).

I hope you enjoy! Here are more notes for both of them!

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- Nicholas "Nick": 17 years old, son and oldest child of Icy and Darko. Citizen of Whisperia, and Wizard of Blizzards. Tallish height, average yet toned build, straight silver hair that falls slightly past the ears and usually pushed back, dark blue eyes, pale skin, and a mole on left cheek. While The Trix all eventually split up and broke away from their former villainous ways, a part of Icy still wanted to keep her villainous reputation alive. After reconnecting with Darko and eventually settling down with him, she took interest in his family's mafia organization to join him in running it, finding a new villainous "calling" with it as she eventually took more of the reigns. As the oldest child, Nicholas was raised to follow in their footsteps, with him taking after his mother the most. Aside from her looks, he has inherited her cunningness and leadership abilities, and became inspired from her youth to create and lead the "Neo Trix". A cold and ruthless young man for the most part, who is also very intelligent and a smooth-talker, knowing his way with both words and people. Although he has big goals of leading an infamous villain group like his mother before him, he is not all that mean or particularly malicious, as he simply makes no time to acknowledge those he thinks can't serve him in some way.

- Juniper "June": 14 years old, daughter and youngest child of Icy and Darko. Citizen of Whisperia, and Fairy of Glaciers. Short height, slim and petite build, long and straight black hair, icy blue eyes, fair skin, mole on right cheek, dark makeup, and ears pierced. As the only daughter, Icy had great dreams for Juniper to become a powerful witch just like herself one day, so it came to her biggest shock and dismay when her recently discovered magic core revealed her to be a fairy. Believing her daughter to be nothing more than a disappointment, she has started subtly mentally abusing her outside of wanting nothing to do with her anymore. June tries to put on a brave face and act independent from her mother's control, but deep down she is very emotional and has developed a mild depression, her already bad insecurities becoming worse. On her own, she is a generally cold, distrusting, and stubborn girl, having a hard time admitting her true feelings or opening up to others. She is more of a 'lone wolf' type, as she would spend time alone then allow herself to get close to people who could hurt her. Although a part of her still deeply wishes she could have Icy's approval, she has started wanting to forge her own path in life, starting with training to attend a fairy academy like Alfea in the upcoming years.

[nixii-sabre]

flamehead mouths :D

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[soluna-amarillis]

Elesias 20, 1492

The storm passes. The Sea of Swords calms and the Calliope makes its journey toward Waterdeep. There is an excitement as passengers ponder their new surroundings. The city is only a few hours away now; a week at sea and soon the Elf from Evermeet will be in an entirely new world. ‘Excited’ didn’t quite match the feelings Soluna had. ‘Anxious’, maybe. ‘Hopeful’.

The passengers aboard the Calliope gather on the main deck. The city of Waterdeep gleams brilliantly on the horizon, a tempting lure for the land-sick travelers.

Soluna returns to her room and packs her things in preparation of disembarking. She tosses her father’s lute over her shoulder, securing the strap and glances out through the small port-side window, a hopeful wonder in her chest. The sun glints tantalizingly off the water.

Once she stepped foot in the city, the first thing she would do is find an inn. She had made enough coin for at least a night’s stay in a decent inn. From there, she’d write a letter to her family, letting them know she made it safely.

Perhaps she would try some of this cheese that Cyrano spoke of. He had explained it was a product made from milk and made to solidify and that it could be eaten as-is or put onto bread and enjoyed with slices of meat. While the meat didn’t sound entirely appetizing, she was curious about the solid milk. Milk wasn’t something commonly known back on the Green Isle. While they knew what milk was, given the breeding of Moon-horses, it was seen more as nutrition for animal young and not for the casual consumption of Tel’Quessir (or any other non-animal beings).

Her  journey to Feyrun was going to be the start of many new experiences for Soluna. Perhaps, she would end up liking cheese so much that she could convince the people back home to start making it! Soluna laughs at the ridiculous thought. There would be no way of convincing the Ar’Tel’Quessir of anything.

(Continue with Main Universe) OR (BG3 AU)

[speakingtruthfully]

Dead on main writing prompt: Jason gets dosed by a rogue and accidentally exposes his and Danny's relationship......

“And this GIW kidnap ghosts?” Batman asks.

“Totally, Dad.” Jason nods. “But you can’t tell anyone I’m a ghost!” Jason claims.

“You don’t want them to get you?” Diana questions.

“Me?” Jason scoffs, “I don’t give a fuck about me. I just don’t want them to get Danny again.” He says in a duh kind of tone.

“Danny’s a ghost?” Dick asks in shock.

Jason smiles again, “He’s a Halfa; like me.”

“Two Halfas exist?” Zatanna asks sounding shocked.

Jason laughs, “Don’t be silly. There are four of us: Me, My husband, My husband’s clone, and that one asshole.”

“You and Danny are married!” Dick yells.

“Yes, Dickwing. My husband and I are in fact married.” Jason states.

“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?!” Dick doesn’t do a very good job hiding the hurt in his voice.

“I will invite you to the human one.”

“Wait, your wedding was a ghost one?” Dick asks.

“Duh.” Jason nods, “we’re only legally married in the Ghost Zone.” Jason then quickly adds, “Or Infinite Realms.” Jason shrugs, “Whatever you want to call it.”

“You’ve been to the infinite realms?” Constatine asks.

“Yeah.” Jason laughs. Then, stops as if realizing something, “Oh, My God.” He looks at his older brother, “Big Bird, Did I tell you that I met Jane Austin? Because I fucking met Jane Austin!”

“That’s- great, Little Wing.” Dick says in shock.

[technically-human]

He likes the drama

[prlssprfctn]

Jason Todd should have dropped the UTRH plan and go pursue the acting career, instead. Confronting Batman? Easy and ineffective. Having your face plastered across the whole city, and intentionally picking up roles in remakes of your father's favourite movies? That is scary. That is haunting.

[lil-vibes]

Silk Cradle was rough on them lol

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Hii! I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could do like something along the lines of reader being a suspect of a case he is currently investigating (it doesn't have to be the Kira case) and he keeps her under surveillance, like what he did with Light in the Yotsuba arc. It could like showcase how L and reader have to adapt to certain situations (showering, changing, sleeping ect). Err uhhh yeah! I don't know if that makes any sense. It could be like dairy entries or just third person. Fluff or smutt is a-ok! (Idk if I can request that this is my first time asking on Tumblr) Thank you! :D

sorry this took so long to get to, I liked it so much I made it a little longer!

Warnings: reader is a little handsy, brief oral, PinV

L has noticed (Y/n)'s numerous attempts to get him in bed with her. He can't say he minds.

She's a leading suspect in a...moderately important investigation: an American crime ring, suspected to be responsible for the laundering of millions of dollars, distribution of drugs and weaponry, and the deaths of at least 20 victims.

L was fairly sure that (Y/n)'s father was the head of it all, but he refused to confess. His alibis were frustratingly airtight, and nobody else would budge in their corroboration. Thus, L would detain what was most important to him, his daughter, as both a suspect and collateral for two months. His hope was that he could convince the criminal to confess, either by threatening her incarceration, or finding better evidence when locked up with her.

So, here he was, linked to her by a three-foot chain.

She was less than pleased, clearly, but took it in stride. "Anything to prove dad's innocent," she nodded, teary-eyed and quivering. It was quite convincing, he almost believed it...until he caught the faint scent of onions on her fingers moments later.

He said nothing about his observation, simply clasped one cuff to her hand, and the other to his.

now, he had her seated across from him, in his personal hotel suite. "I can't allow any cellphones or personal devices...you understand, of course. Please hand them over now."

She scoffed and grumbled, tossing over her phone.

He gave her an expectant look.

More grumbling, with the addition of an MP3 player, burner phone, and iPod.

"Your family has no involvement in any criminal activity...but you have a burner phone?"

She smiled. "I use it to call guys I like to hook up with. Can't have dad knowing about that."

"You're an adult. You still have to follow your father's rules of modesty?"

"I mean, I live with him, and he pays for all my stuff, so...gotta follow his rules."

He nods. He didn't believe her story, not completely, but he would accept her answers.

meanwhile, she was having to figure out getting the hell out of here without being caught. This guy was a world-renowned super genius, and she was a barely 20 something living off her dad's crime ring. She was crafty, sure, but not 4D chess level smart, not like him.

So, that raised the question of how to get on his good side, maybe even convince him to let her go. What did she know about him? He was smart...weird looking...dressed like a bum...probably a virgin-

Bingo.

Super genius or not, he was still a fuckless nerd, and she ate fuckless nerds for breakfast. There was a reason she got the chess club to do her homework on a rotating system for all of high school, and it wasn't because she asked nicely.

she smiled coyly, and brought her legs up to curl up on the couch, a...tasteful amount of thigh showing now that her mini-skirt rode up even higher. He didn't look down, his eyes locked on her face. Annoying.

"So...what about stuff like...showering?" Her voice had dropped to a noticeably more intimate tone, slow and careful. Like she was luring him in.

"The shower has an opaque curtain, and the toilet makes a practical chair when the lid is down."

He wants her to sit on the toilet while he showers? He wants to sit on the toilet while she showers? She has to hold back the biggest eye-roll.

"Oh, alright...what about getting dressed?"

"I've acquired a changing screen, for your privacy and mine."

"Kay...so, where do I keep my clothes?"

"In the closet."

"With all of your clothes? What about my...intimates?"

He shrugs. "Use a drawer."

Not even a pause, not so much as a stutter at the mention of her underwear. "Okay. Well. Now what?"

He pauses. "Do you enjoy cake?"

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(Y/n) spends the first 24 hours reading or watching over L's shoulder as he works, as well as gorging herself on whatever treats he's eating. She has yet to seduce him, at least not to her knowledge. He doesn't do a ton, just sits there and atrophies for hours upon end as he works. She had to shower that night, and drag him away from his little set up to do so.

"What will you do when I take off my clothes?"

She tries to pull him farther into the bathroom, but he only lifts his limp arm at her tugging, not moving from his place at the doorframe.

"I'll turn around. You have plenty of space to change now."

"I thought you were going to sit on the toilet," she teases, the chains rattling as she pulled with more urgency. He padded forward, and shut the door behind him. His reluctance was a good sign for her, it meant he was nervous.

"I will." He turns around, and she begins to strip. She made a point to drop her clothes from a higher distance, so the fabric would make more sound hitting the floor.

She unclasps her hot pink bra, and accidentally tosses it in his direction. It hits the floor, and slides to the tile beside his feet. "Oops."

L looks down, but doesn't comment or react.

(Y/n) pulls the shower curtain back, and turns on the water. The water heats up quickly, the perfect temperature to make some nice steam. "You can't see me through the mirror, can you?"

He was in the middle of squatting on the toilet, faced to the wall. "Not at all. You're safe to do what you need to."

She bites her lip. He was so boring. "Mm...I don't care if you see me, anyway."

L, once again, makes no reaction. He knew what she was doing. It was quite original, he had to admit he's never been flirted with before, but her acting needed work. It was rather exaggerated, like that of a cheap porno.

Her idle humming played in the background of his thoughts, while he considered the purpose of her playfulness. Did she realize he wouldn't let her out, even if she did manage to seduce him? Or...was this a way of getting information about her father's case? He had to be careful. He glanced to the bra on the floor. Even if she wasn't winning any Oscar's, she was still pretty. Pretty, and with soap that smelled like cupcakes. This might be more difficult than he anticipated...

The curtain rod squealed against the metal hooks as she pushed the fabric to the side. She stepped out, one pedicured foot at a time, and wrapped herself in a towel. "Alright. Your turn."

He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, covered with nothing but thin polyester. "I won't be showering tonight."

She crinkled her nose, and stepped closer. "What do you mean? Do you shower in the mornings?"

"No. Watari has a device made specifically for me to clean with."

"A device? Like...what kind?"

"...like a washing machine."

She cracks a grin, and steps closer. "You should try a real shower. They can be nice, like standing in the rain."

"I have no interest in that."

her gaze travels from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest, and before he knows it she's a hairsbreadth away from him. "Well...if you ever want to learn-" her hand lands gently on his chest, manicured nails against his shirt- "I'd be happy to help you."

He looks down at her. She looks up at him. He carefully plucks her hand from him. "That won't be necessary."

She sighs, and steps to the counter. "Just a suggestion."

He stands there, and watches with boredom as she goes about her nightly routine. So much work. He brushes his teeth while he's there.

When they're both done, she steps away, ready to change into her pajamas.

He has no choice but to follow her. She gathers some clothes from the dresser, and walks to the divider working as a changing room. He has to stand there, and wait for her to finish. The towel gets tossed up on the top of the divider, and within minutes she's slinking out, drapped in a tiny silk slip.

L makes no reaction to her clothing choice.

"I hope this is alright. I usually sleep in the nude."

"It's better than nothing. There are two seperate beds, you can pick whichever one you like the most."

Better than nothing? That's it? "Alright...I want the one closest to the window."

He nods, and guides you to the beds, both set with matching comforters, nightstands, lamps, and pillows. They were less than a foot apart, it wasn't worth it to have two beds in her opinion.

She settles in by the window, and he takes a laptop from his nightstand. He seats himself on one of the pillows, and boots up the device to keep working.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"I don't need to."

That made her next plan slightly harder, but she could deal with it. After about thirty minutes of laying still, the AC cuts on. Hotel ACs always have a big vent by the window.

"L...I'm cold..."

"There are blankets in the closet."

"...It's too dark in here, I can't sleep. Do you think I could-"

"There's a lamp next to you. It has a dimmer, if it's too bright."

"...I can't sleep in new places, could I please lay with you? Just for tonight?"

"I don't see how that would help."

"Please?"

He sighs. "I suppose."

She jumps out of bed, and walks the one step it takes to get to his bed. He scoots over, and as she lays down, the chains settle between them. "Thank you."

He doesn't answer, he just keeps working. He was tough to crack.

She sighs and tosses and turns, but he's patient with her. Eventually, she actually does fall asleep.

And unbeknownst to her, has a sex dream.

At first, L thinks she must be pretending. Pretending to whine and mewl in the back of her throat as he hips shift. But he quickly realizes that's not the case, when he glances over to see her expression. It's a little too realistic for her crummy acting.

He stares for far too long, long enough for his computer to automatically shut off, simply watching her movements. The gentle squeeze of her thighs. The parting of her lips. The soft whimpering. He mindlessly leaned inward. He only snaps out of it when he can feel her breath on his cheek.

With a deep, steeling breath, he powers his computer back on. As he looks to the keys to type in his password, he catches of glimpse of something. That was odd...and a little concerning.

He hasn't had a real boner since he was a teen.

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the next day goes about as slow as the last, the same routine. When (Y/n) gets up, she doesn't bother changing out of her slip, she'd be staying in anyway. She does, however, take the time to fix her hair. She has a man to catch, after all.

It was so boring, sitting next to him without any phone or music. It made her restless.

"So...is this something you do often? Chain the daughters of your suspects to you?"

"No." He stirs his tea, and takes a sip. "Many have never even seen my face. You should feel privileged."

"Sitting here with nothing to do doesn't feel like a privilege. You don't do anything other than work?"

"I do plenty of other things. I eat, I use the restroom-"

"No but, what about for fun?"

"This is my fun."

She rolls her eyes. "What about when you were younger? When you weren't working?"

"...I've always worked."

"Always???"

"Since I was a child. I've taken small interests in things now and again, but this has been the only thing that's sustained."

"I guess that makes sense. Must be difficult to entertain someone so smart."

He shrugs.

"Well...what about physical stuff? Have you done any of that?"

"I don't follow."

"Like...sex. have you ever had sex?"

A choppy segue. "No. Its purposes don't suit me."

"You've never wanted to try it?"

He takes a fork full of chocolate cake, and stuffs his face with it. "Mn, when I was younger, perhaps. After further investigation it wasn't worth exploring."

"Maybe that's 'cause you've never had the chance."

"I don't think so." He's tired of this conversation, and he'd like to get back to work.

She pouts. "You don't have a TV or anything I can watch?"

She really was a foil to his work. Maybe that was her goal, to annoy him into making no progress. He picks up the landline by the couch. "Please send up a personal television."

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Now that she was sated with the TV like a toddler, he could work in peace, and the rest of the day went smoothly. It wasn't until the shower that something arose. It went as usual at first, (Y/n) goes first, L sits on the toilet. When she got out, she stared at his back for a moment.

"Are you going to shower tonight?"

"As I said, I don't shower as the average person does." She was right though, he did need one. He hated the feeling of sebum in his hair and on his face. "I'll have to use-"

"Wait." She smiles. "How are you gonna use that thing if we're chained together?"

He paused. He hadn't thought of that. How had he not thought of that?

"My offer still stands," she teased.

"...no. I can do it myself." He stands, and they swap places.

She doesn't sit like he does, meaning she gets to face the curtain. How fun.

L finds showering to be a straightforward process, though not nearly as efficient as his machine. Soap, make bubbles, rinse, do it again. Tedious. By the time he was done, she was thoroughly bored.

Bored, until he stepped out. He had grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips...and that was it.

He was skinny, of course, but there was this sort of muscle underneath...strong core, must be from how he sits...and there was this whispy black happy trail peaking out from above the towel. Dear god.

He saw how she looked at him. He assumed that it was another act...though she must be getting better at it.

The two of them left the bathroom to get dressed, her before him. She put on another silk slip, and he wore...basically the same thing, but with sweatpants instead of jeans.

"Sleeping tonight?"

"I will."

She smiles. "Can I please sleep with you again?"

He wants to say no...he should say no. "Fine."

the two settle in, back to back.

30 minutes later, when she's sure he thinks she's asleep, she rolls onto her other side, nuzzling her face into the back of his neck. Simple, innocent. Can't blame her, she's asleep.

L knows what's happening. He can't say it doesn't feel nice, that it doesn't send tingles up his spine, but it's still a ploy. He won't say anything. No matter what she does, no reaction will only lead to boredom, and eventual sleep on her part.

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It's been several more days, and (Y/n) can't help but be pissed. They were settled into bed for the night, her sleeping by him now a habit, and she was silently fuming. Everything she's thrown at him, the dreamy glances, the flirtatious remarks, her lacy underwear: all of it was ineffective. She feared the worst.

It couldn't be.

Was he...gay?

That was the only possible explanation for his disinterest!

"What," he asks lowly.

She's been staring for the past few minutes.

"Are you..."

He waits.

"Are you gay?"

He blinks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't- you're not-" how does she explain this without giving everything away?

"Because I'm not fawning over you?"

He was annoyingly right. "Well- yeah! I mean, look at me!"

"Attraction is subjective."

"Pfft- not when you look like this." She gestures vaguely to her body.

...she was annoyingly right. "Perhaps I am gay."

She gives him a sidelong glance. He didn't sound very convinced of himself. "...no you're not."

"What does it matter, if I am or am not attracted to you? It won't change anything."

"Well, I think you're attractive."

"That's irrelevant."

"I think you are attracted to me. I think you're just trying to cover it all up, because you think I'm a criminal, and you're not supposed to be attracted to criminals. I think you want to fuck m-"

His lips crash onto hers, one of his big hands holding the nape of her neck to keep her against him. It's not very sensual, but it is passionate, incredibly so. When he finally pulls away, she's completely silent. "There. Is that all you needed?"

She stares at him. He stares at her.

She pounces, enrapturing his lips with hot, fervent kisses. He does nothing to stop her. His arm slides up her back, into the dip of the arch as she clambers into his lap.

It's a needy mess as they practically rip the clothes off of each other, first his shirt, then her slip, then his pants.

He leans forward, pressing her against his knees as he devours her neck.

He can feel her hips grinding hungrily against his, the growing amor an air that permeates and arouses.

She hooks two fingers in the band of his boxers. What were we working with?

She yanks them down, and...

Dear. Lord.

Long, veiny, blush pink at the mushroom tip. Oozing semi-translucent pre. That whispy black happy trail, leading to heavy balls.

She tentatively wraps a hand around the length, and with the way his hips involuntarily buck into her grip, craving something tighter and wetter, it's a clear sign of his lack of experience.

Her strokes were slow, teasing, her manicured nails standing out against the pale backdrop of his dick. He didn't moan or squirm, he barely made an expression. But his need was in his eyes. The way he watched her every movement, the drag of her now pre-cum covered hand as it pumped him.

Just as it started to get good, she released him. He didn't look away from his own member, watching as he twitched and oozed. It had been a while since he saw himself like that.

He only looked up when he felt her shift between his fingers, rising on her knees to pull down her panties. She was right in front of his face, the black lace slowly removed to reveal something that smelt obscenely sweet. She looked delicious, like she's plated up just for him. He wondered how...

As she got the panties halfway down her thighs, she felt something slither against her clit, a swirl of pleasure followed by confusion.

Looking down, she realized L had leaned in, and taken a taste of her by sliding his tongue through her folds. "Have you ever done this before?" She had to be sure...he was a little too good at this.

He looked up at her, and brought his hands to her bare hips to hold her still. "No."

With no reaction from her greater than a nod, he decided to test the waters even further. He locked his lips around her clit to give a slow but firm probing of his tongue. At the sound of her moaning, he knew he had done something right.

Meanwhile, as he curiously licked and suckled, she did her best to focus on finally getting her panties off. She had to eventually unsaddle from his lap, to his moderate disappointment, and shove them off her calves onto the floor.

When she got back into his lap, she didn't stand on her knees, so he could no longer taste-test. Thankfully, she was more than happy to kiss him sloppy as a replacement. He can barely focus with how her hand comes to adjust him, or how his tip slowly presses into the heat of her wet cunt.

She wastes no time taking him all the way in, the stretch maddeningly perfect, the way he brushes against her cervix nothing less than addicting.

"Mn...L," she gasps, setting a ruthless, needy pace that has him clutching her hips, the chain between them rattling.

The bounce of her tits, the heat of her skin, the rounded sounds of her moans: it was thoughtlessly addicting, carnal and needy in a way his other past times weren't.

He could get used to this.

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She woke up the next morning, sore and disoriented. She barely knew up from down. Probably because she was laying upside-down.

L might be the best she's ever had...and God, was he resilient. Round after round after round, like it was nothing. She glanced to the spot beside her. He was curled up, sound asleep. Sort of...cute.

If he weren't the detective out to get her father, she might consider a relationship with him.

She scanned his face, serene and softly snoring, hair still stuck to his forehead with a light sweat.

they did all of that in one night.

How much could they get done in two months?

[nyxx01]

All eyes on Rafah‼️‼️‼️

Go to the top tag and interact with it and make it go absolutely fucking viral.

And to anyone who is still complicit, get your head out of your ass.

Well done, I’m proud of them and quite impressed 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

(I will be removing/blocking useless comments, I do not need that in my comment section ty very much. Edit: However I will let the the idiocy speak for itself)

[feelo-fick]

...i promise i take him seriously i just keep finding shitposts that fit soooo well... i have folder with just shitposts that fit ominously well with him that i keep wanting to draw and then i never get to them HAHAHA

[winxngasks]

Finally for the last of The Trix's kids, we have Selina/Jay's kids! Theirs are the most recently sketched, as I did them early last week. I honestly had the most fun drawing these two, I think they both came out super cute! Not much has changed besides little details to fit my current style, but I decided to give Noah some piercings(just for fun) and give Gwen a more 'soft grunge' kind of casual fashion sense.

I hope you enjoy! Here are more notes for both of them!

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- Noah: 16 years old, son and oldest child of Selina and Jay. Citizen of Gardenia, Earth, and Wizard of Reptiles. Tallish height, lanky yet toned build, short and straight light olive-blonde hair parted to the side, gray eyes, fair skin, freckles across the nose, eyeliner, and ear piercings(single lobes + left cartilage/helix). Though Selina did give up her evil ways for a simpler life in Gardenia, she did not give up being a witch and continued to practice all of what she learned in both the Magical Dimension and Earth. After getting together with Jay and settling down with him, she made sure to teach her children all she knew and show them different sides to all forms of magic. Quite a precocious and intelligent young man, Noah took to her teachings greatly and is always curious to learn more. Rather typical studying, his curiosity manifests more in the forms of exploration and adventure, which is why he was so excited to find his magical core and get the chance to attend Wolfsbane Prep in the Magical Dimension. A sarcastic, cheeky, and witty young man, he is someone who acts like an unserious know-it-all with a love for playful competition, but he is a genuine friendly person who just wants to have a good time with others. Although he's not particularly interested in being evil or focusing solely on dark magic, he joined Nicholas "Neo Trix" group mainly for the thrill of adventure and going up against different magi groups in battle.

- Gwen: 13 years old, daughter and youngest child of Selina and Jay. Citizen of Gardenia, Earth, and Witch of Insects. Short height, soft and round build, slightly pas chin-length and slightly wavy light brown hair, light brown eyes, pale skin, and freckles across the nose and joints. All her life so far Gwen has seemed to have been plagued by bad luck. She always tends to find herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, and combined with her natural connection with insects, many of her peers tend to avoid her. What doesn't help is that she is naturally pretty shy, meek, and insecure, further adding to her being a loner. She is simultaneously someone who wants to prove herself as worthy of attention and one who wants to blend in to avoid further trouble, with her being quiet and observant to navigate these goals. She is very close to her older brother, finding him to be one of the only people who understands her, and appreciates his gestures to cheer her up such as his bad jokes. As she recently discovered her magic core, she is both excited and anxious to start her witch training, as she hopes to get a fresh start at Cloud Tower in a couple of years. Though she had limited experience in the Magical Dimension before, she had the recent fortune of getting to attend a witch training camp, where she met and gained a big crush on Lara.

[di-loves-coffee]

I know I keep doing dead on main, but it’s got stuck a chokehold on me.

Soooo, soulmates right?? Maybe some neat stuff about a ghost/soul’s other half being the rawest reflection of themselves??

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Danny walking down the street in this weird city he found through the realms and minding his business:

Jason, also minding his business:

Danny stopping because his core just purred and trilled; TF™️???

Jason who stopped because the pit whirred up in a strangely positive manner:

They both make eye contact and it’s like that one spiderman meme

They then duke it out in the street

They later kiss for whatever reason.

[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?