#this is actually a self-insert

[quits-writing]

Seduction & Temptation

Trafalgar Law x Male! Reader

A/N: he’s so bratty, i need to fuck him. (sorry yall, but i’m not sharing him— i’m only posting this to flaunt our relationship ❤️). also this is my first post in a while, my greatest comeback 😈 prolly won’t be active though, creating and posting - spur of the moment.

Law is stubborn when it comes to admitting his own needs, so when he wants M/N but refuses to say it outright, he has his own underhanded tactics to get what he wants.

Visual appeal just to mess with him.

Law doesn’t go out of his way to dress seductively—it’s never that obvious. But if he knows M/N likes something? He’ll wear it strategically.

Loosening his dress shirt just enough—The top buttons undone, revealing the dark ink of his tattoo against pale skin, the fabric slipping slightly off his shoulder when he moves. He never adjusts it, never fixes it, just lets M/N look.

Low-slung sweatpants after a shower—Law doesn’t wear tight clothing, but he knows M/N has a fixation with his hipbones, with the way his body tapers down. So he walks around after a shower, towel-drying his hair, completely unaware—except he’s not.

Exposed collarbone & neck—Whether it’s rolling up his sleeves to reveal his forearms, tilting his head back when he stretches, or wearing a loose sweater that just happens to slide off his shoulder, he knows exactly what M/N fixates on.

And the best part? He acts like he has no idea.

M/N watches. He always watches. He takes in every detail—eyes dark, lips curling into something amused, predatory. And Law? Law pretends he’s oblivious. He won’t meet M/N’s stare. Won’t acknowledge the heat in the air.

And then he’ll do something subtle.

• Shift just enough that the fabric slips lower.

• Adjust his glasses, fingers running down his neck, casually dragging attention to his skin.

• Purse his lips when he’s concentrating, completely unaware that M/N is not thinking about work anymore.

It’s a slow burn. A test of patience. And eventually?

M/N fails.

He’ll grab Law’s wrist a little too tight when they brush past each other, pull him close when they’re alone. Maybe he’ll fix Law’s collar for him—knuckles grazing his throat, his voice lower than before.

“You keep testing me,” M/N murmurs, smirking.

Law clicks his tongue. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When he’s playing hard to get (while looking incredibly tempting).

Law is naturally reserved, but he knows how to weaponize it.

• Sitting just out of M/N’s reach—looking entirely unbothered, legs crossed, fingers tapping idly against his desk. He won’t glance up, won’t acknowledge M/N staring.

• Tilting his neck slightly when he reads, exposing the sharp line of his jaw, his pulse. M/N’s fingers twitch.

• Holding a drink between his lips a second too long, licking the rim of the glass before swallowing. And then? Casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending it meant nothing.

And he waits.

Waits for M/N to break first.

Because M/N? He’s an active pursuer. He takes what he wants. And when Law does this—this little game of silent temptation—it drives M/N insane.

Eventually, he’ll snap.

He’ll close the distance—corner Law somewhere, cage him in against a wall, forcing him to acknowledge what he’s doing.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Law’s lips twitch. “Doing what?”

M/N leans in. And still, Law plays it cool, tilting his head, as if unaffected.

“…You wouldn’t dare.”

That’s when M/N loses. Because he would. And Law? Law just leans back with a smirk, waiting for him to prove it.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Needed an excuse to draw sun in his natural habitat (unpaid babysitter).

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[reverieships]

imagine holding your f/o… putting their head on your chest… after everything they’ve been through they just feel safe around you and trust you. they feel like putty in your arms. they keep you warm as they’re practically on top of you. whenever you shift they subconsciously just hold you tighter.

imagine them resting their head on your shoulder/arm as you’re doing something and resting. they just love laying on you.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Exhaustion

A/N: Hey I should be working on everything BUT this. do NOT blame my ass if this is ooc (I can't handle criticism and I'm aware :,>)

PART 1

L Lawliet Yandere! X GN! Reader

TW: Stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive thoughts/behaviors, nonconsensual touching

It was an invasion of privacy; he knew that. It was against everything he stood for, what he strived to prevent-- an act familiar to the criminals he faced. And yet, he had no inclination to turn away, to retreat from your blackened bedroom and leave you alone in the dark. 

There was something comforting about how silent you slept. Even with your body sprawled out like a crooked starfish, with your legs tangled in sheets and clothes wrinkled, you were in pure sleepful delight. A nuclear bomb could go off outside and this little sliver of the world would remain untouched, your eyes so gentle and shut, with soft eyelashes falling against your cheeks as if it were nothing, as if an angel hadn’t fallen asleep on the softest patch of grass away from the rest of the world.

L observed you from a distance, brazen enough to take your desk chair and sit in his peculiar way as a spectator. He did not dare to disturb the sanctified corner that was your bed-laden body. 

You breathed in heavily, a quick heave through your nose that developed into a great exhale of pure exhaustion. It didn’t take a genius to see the weight witnessing your professor’s death left on you; L forgot how distressing morbidity could be for those not used to it, those who had not studied gruesome photos and rewinded videos of countless hours in crime and death. 

You shift just slightly to sling an arm over your face, the streetlight beaming in through your window and casting a glow on your eyes and hair. It made you shine which in any instance would have been mesmerizing, but currently it threatened to expose the felony your stalker was committing. 

Wobbling out of the desk chair with a catlike stare, L watched for movement as the chair creaked. His light, barefooted steps reached the curtains with a swiftness not expected of someone so gaunt. Your bedroom was curtained in complete darkness as his eyes adjusted, seeing the way your shirt rode up to expose just above your belly button, the sheets lined between your legs as you remained spread out, peaceful. It was an odd fascination he had come to realize-- not like one he had for solving crimes and convoluted mysteries, but a pleasant and simple interest in each little reaction you had. From the twitching of the tips of your fingers at times, to the way you’d swallow if your mouth was open for too long. 

Most especially the different vocalizations you made, from snore-like grunts, to hums and sighs of pleasure as your back cooled against the linen. L intended to return back to his place of distant observation, feeling a lump the size of a plum seed burrowing in his chest as he imagined you waking.

Oddly enough however, your skin caught his eye. So unbothered and untouched, barely hidden by the white background you laid upon. Human bodies were a tricky, messy thing; purely biological, and often betraying our more advanced mental capacity for what was right and wrong. But yours… Even beneath that flesh being bone and muscle and meat, it looked… right.

This must be the ‘aesthetic’ that draws so many people in, why love and lust are so often confused… L did not need to dwell on the idea to recognize this was one of the few ‘firsts’ for him.You were by no means exempt from his cynicism or brutal comprehension-- but something here spoke more to him than mere logistical sense. It was appreciation, interest.

What did you feel like, what would parts of you taste like? 

A pale, spindly hand reached out to you, gracing the exposed flesh of your midsection. You were hot to the touch, near burning; or perhaps he was just so freezingly cold. It wasn’t enough to disturb you out of sleep, just enough to send a shiver up your chest at the iciness. L’s hand found comfort resting there, his palm against the soft flesh as it rose and fell along with your chest. 

Dare he… lift his hand higher, hand jaggedly moving up to the middle of your ribcage, slowly disappearing under your shirt. It was warm there, against the heat of your skin and the air trapped against your pajamas; his palm buzzed with a kind of painless sting. 

Gracing the smooth ridges of skin, L’s fingers moved, almost in a ticklish motion as each pad searched to understand what allured him so much, what kept him here, drawing in his desperation to understand. Above all else L was an investigator, one with the all encompassing desire to expose the truth. He felt closer to an answer when he was near you, as if he could touch the reason why he was infatuated with you-- but still, he couldn’t make sense of it. There was no answer to be found, none that would satisfy him enough to leave you alone. 

You unconsciously push your shirt down with a limp hand, drawing away from the cold air creeping up your stomach.

L sharply pulls his hand away, a look of surprise almost making its way to his face. His hand stood outstretched, curled and hovering from above as he watched you shift to lay on your side. 

The anticipation keeps him alert, wondering if this will be the moment your snores turn to a panicked scream. The room is quiet, drifting… the perfect environment for a deep rest, no clear indication of a gangly body watching from the edge of your bed. Your phone occasionally lights up on the nightstand silently; it takes a wrongful amount of force to prevent L from picking it up. 

He could attempt to delude himself into thinking he was just watching over a witness, protecting you from whatever violently lurked in the shadows; whether it be Kira, or an unfriendly fly. Even going so far as to say the reason he adjusted your sheets and lingered his fingers over your hot forehead were to keep you warm, unbothered. 

 But there was no lying to himself, that immoral feeling wouldn’t be dissuaded so easily. And L wasn’t stupid enough to try and pretend he didn’t know what he was.  

The detective retook his seat in the desk chair, finding comfort in the distance between it and your mattress. This way, no movement of his would deter you from the unconsciousness he hoped to keep you in; though, was it truly for your benefit, or for his? His sunken eyes wander, grazing the soft darkness shrouding your silhouette. 

Bringing his chin to his knees, L busied himself with thoughts of what you’d look like when you woke up, how you’d act all sleepily in the morning, and if you’d be just as forgetful tomorrow as you were tonight in leaving your windows unlocked. 

[xitsensunmoon]

I think this is like the most effort I ever put into something that was supposed to be a funny goofy but then turned into me giggling and kicking my feet. I'm in need for soft Moon cuddles, with all his gremlin energy still present...

Close ups, mostly Moon's limbs because I like how they're gripping the net fkdkkd

And finally the "reference" that started it all lmao😭

[fima11]

Hii! I hope you are well!!! Please remember to rest and drink water! Oky? 😊💗🫂💗

Your art style is beautiful and wonderful, I love your sketches too! Can i ask one thing? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but can you sketch Ruggie again? Pls pls 🥺

My baby boy Ruggie. I love him so much I actually tend to hate him (affectionately)

Played self-insert with him because he is my mean bestie and he reminds me of my cousin. Yes, I am delusional enough to believe we'd get along.

And thank you very much for your wishes! <3333333

Drinking water is the only option because its 38°C with no AC at my place due to blackouts (thabks to russian missile shellings for destroying our electrical infrastructure.)

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[deikshen]

It starts out as a joke, but Shen Yuan and his good friend Airplane (who also writes his most hated novel and his favorite character) have this friendly afternoon in a cafe in which Shen Yuan spends all his time planning what Binghe's perfect wife would be like.

She has to be strong, independent, also powerful to be equal to Luo Binghe, but she needs to love him, to want him, to adore him. She doesn't have to be a damsel in distress- even better if she saves Luo Binghe sometime!! Intelligent and strategic, she would have every reason to be respected and loved even in the harem.

And it starts off as a joke, sure, but after developing everything into the character concept, well, Shen Yuan can only think that she is the perfect wife for Luo Binghe. And that just because of that Airplane will never will write her lol

And he... forget about that after all. It's just a silly idea that doesn't really grow. So when he transmigrates into PIDW in the body of a female strong rogue cultivator, the truth is that he doesn't make the automatic association. He just wants to get some plants so he can get his penis back and move on with his life and his bestiary.

... which isn't easy when he accidentally saves the life of Emperor Luo Binghe. And oh gods, all the memories come flooding back. Yeah, WELL, he does fit certain stereotypes. But he's not a woman! He can't be a wife if he's not a woman! He can't be the perfect wife for Binghe if he is not a woman who can be a wife. Yet why does everything seem to align perfectly for him to fulfill that role!? Why is Luo Binghe so keen on giving him back his male body and making it clear that he accepts HUSBANDS in his harem!?

Poor boy, a journey of gender, sexuality, identity and discovery all in one. Someone give him an ibuprofen, he's going to need it.

[catxolotlquoise]

First Encounter

MMmmmm... ocxcanon 👉👈

shipnameintheworks

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Not above big silly yellow robots me thinks

[dreamyblanket]

I'm on a art roll! //^^// 🌸

[shadowsegregious]

not. the greatest cook (still comic under cut <3)

[gatorgrumbles]

Idk I have to draw him for my health. It’s a real medical condition

[cyberglyphs]

Who will win the fight for Optimus Prime's love? His canon girlfriend? His worst enemy who's tried to kill him multiple times?? His best friend??? The guy who screams a lot???? Place your bets now folks!!

(Commission for me by the very talented lextodrawstuff! Also, BONUS LMAO)

[chickenchirps27]

WIP!!! “Why did you start crying?”

Side tangent but remember when ppl called Glitchtrap MalHare? Side side tangent but BITCHASS GLITCHTRAP IS HARD TO DRAW WTF

I really like making Moon’s eyes “cry” oil as a sign of corruption/virus stuff because it reminds me back in the early days of the fnaf fandom where ppl drew possessed animatronics with those cool empty black eyes with white dots (SANS??? Jkjkjkj).

Anywayssss I gotta get back to studying including taking an at home quiz I was supposed to get done earlier today xD.