hiii. I mostly post my writing on here. I love to talk so feel free to request or give me series or fic ideas. just turned 21. this isn't really a nsfw blog but I don't mind writing some if asked 111.
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Jjk fans need to s’stop s’writing s’like s’this s'like s'why s'are we slurring our words.
No, Toji would call anyone ma’, Gojo would not cheat, and Geto is not a woman. And some of you guys copy Tonycries to the point where you don't write each character with unique individual dialogue accurate to their canon character, we don't want to read the same thing over and over again. When writing an AU you are simply placing a character into another setting besides their original, AUs and gendebent stories can be done right all the time, its just that when mischaraterization goes so far it can turn into fanfiction for an oc
And PLEASE stop using aave (African American Vernacular English) incorrectly, do some research about female anatomy and actually read and watch JJK because what the fuck do you mean “they use their cursed techniques on you during sex” that wouldn't work at all, cursed techniques are intended for fighting and not intimacy, the larp needs to stop.
Honestly if you read non-con and just love the thought of being raped, don't dare to write some bullshit like “I'm not romanticizing rape or sexual assault” yes you are.
And what the hell is up with some of you PEDOPHILIES, yes pedophiles, with writing aged up stories of teenagers and then having the audacity to put “MDNI”
And what the fuck is up with some of you niggas and non-con, yes I am kink shaming, I just saw a post saying that it doesn't matter if you like a bad character because they are fictional, have you never heard of the slenderman case? So is it not wrong to think bad of a person who says that they resonate with a rapist character or a misogynistic character and that the character is really complex and that they can understand them because they are just so misunderstood.
There is a massive difference between a story using dark themes as a serious plot device, and a fandom romanticizing sexual assault for self-insert fantasies while misusing AAVE, ignoring basic anatomy, and flattening unique character dialogue.
I am simply asking for better quality, originality, and constructive criticism in fanfiction spaces.
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.
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mostly fluff, when your husband would rather call you his favorite anomaly than say “I love you.”
(a/n: I put a cat gif because I think being married to L would be a lot like with a cat who just won’t leave you alone.)
He’d sometimes just… stare at you. When you’re sitting next to him, after you kiss him goodbye for work. Or sometimes, whenever he’s deep in thought, his eyes lock onto you as if you are the one who stimulates his brain the most. Maybe he’s staring at you because he can’t believe that he’s with someone — not just anyone, but you. He can’t believe it. Or maybe he’s just hungry. Either way, he has a bit of a staring problem.
You’d be stacked for LIFE. L has vast amounts of wealth from consulting and no real expenses beyond absurd amounts of sugar and monitors. He’d quietly pay off anything you care about in an instant if you asked, but roll his eyes if you ever tried to be a martyr and say, “well I don’t want you to spend a lot of money on me :((((“ You’d basically never have to spend money ever again. He’d spoil you if you asked.
Very loyal to a fault. He has neither the time nor the energy to cheat on you. Once he likes you, you’d become one of the 3–4 humans that he’d tolerate on a day-to-day basis; that puts you in an ultra-exclusive club.
He isn’t very flashy when showing affection. He shows love through actions: remembering tiny details about you (down to which brand of lip balm you prefer), making sure your favorite snacks are restocked before you even notice they're low, or suddenly appearing with an extra hoodie when you're cold. Physical touch ramps up slowly but intensely once he's comfortable — expect a lot of leaning against you while working, fingers hooked in your sleeve, or him draping himself over your back like a sleepy cat. And on the regular, when he’s more comfortable, he might be a bit bold and just lean on you. Like literally, he’d walk up behind you and put his entire body weight on your back and expect you to let him sleep there until you’re finished.
He likes to pull you places. When he wants to show you something, he’ll walk over to you and pull you over by your arm, or when he’s feeling particularly bold, by the waistband. He just wants attention, but when you plant your feet down and ask why he’s pulling you, he’ll say “come” quietly and pull you further.
He prefers proximity, more specifically your proximity. And that could be in any way, shape, or form to him. Sitting together while you read and he works, he’ll be happy to be in the same room as you. He’ll pull you into his lap while he works so he can feel your body heat on him; he’s naturally cold due to his shitty health, so you warm him up.
Pet names are very rare and most likely not said aloud. The ones that he does say aloud are always weird, but he’s trying; give him a break.
"My dear colleague in existence” , “you," said with unusual softness, or occasionally just your name in that low, serious tone that makes your stomach flip. In his head, he refers to you as “my anomaly.” Always “my” thrown in somewhere because he likes to be reminded that he is yours and you are indefinitely his.
He’s very protective. Some might say overprotective, but there’s nothing wrong with installing a tracking device in your wife’s phone so you can monitor her at all times, he says. You'd have security you never see, contingency plans for your safety he updates constantly, and he'd drop everything if you were ever in real danger.
Like I mentioned before, sitting in his lap while he reviews evidence or whatever he does works because he doesn’t sleep. Sleep schedule? What sleep schedule? He operates on 2–4 hour naps. You'd adapt or live in opposite time zones in the same house. He has a “perfect” system he’s crafted so he can stay awake for 100 hours and sleep for only 6–17, which is also labeled as self-imposed insomnia, but don’t get so technical about it.
His eating habits are food-stamp poor. Breakfast is strawberry cake, lunch is strawberry cake, and dinner is strawberry cake… with some tea on the side to balance it out. You know, gotta balance those calories! If you cook normal food, he'll eat it… But only after drowning it in syrup or whipped cream. Many spouses end up in a lifelong battle to sneak vegetables into the diet of a 25-year-old man with the metabolism of the average hummingbird.
Dates are usually what he’d consider a “date,” which likely means staying in and eating takeout with him and letting him steal your food, unless he’ll drone on and on about “spousal property rights.”
He’s not very socially aware of what’s considered normal. He doesn’t care, that is, but that also means he doesn’t know what to do a lot of the time. So to you, it’s always a small victory whenever he’s more bold and decides to link your pinky into his in public or put his hand on your thigh at home. He thinks that this is “max seduction” and gets confused when you smile instead of getting his incredibly vague hints and start kissing him.
He'd be a deeply unconventional, high-maintenance, low-drama husband. You'd feel simultaneously like the most important person in the world to someone who barely tolerates most of humanity… and like you're married to an extremely intelligent cat who pays the bills and occasionally remembers to kiss your forehead at dawn.
(which in my opinion is right up my alley!!) okay!! This is one of my first of these things; I believe I characterized him well.
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