#death note l

[taitoska]

when fiddling ur homie helps with the investigation

[draculiette]

⋆𐙚₊˚ pussy inspections with lawliet !

hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.

he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.

loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.

lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"

he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.

"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.

the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"

you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.

"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."

a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...

© draculiette ✧ do not copy, modify or repost any of my work.

[natflorezz]

Death Note - L 🍰🍓

[whatachaos]

So I finally watched Death Note,

[abortionlolita]

you’re pervy but it gets me off ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

content: perverted boss, shy/hesitant reader, masturbation, p in v, wedgie kink, creampie, pure filth, smut without much plot (?)

L. Lawliet is your disgustingly perverted boss whom you’re working under on the kira case. we don’t talk about the time you once used his bathroom and found his cum stained pants that he shamelessly left hanging on the hook rack. he probably meant for you to find it too. he doesn’t bother to even try and stay quiet when he’s jerking himself off in his room and will often do it in the headquarters during late hours at night when no one else is there, except he knows you’re lurking around. he’ll even moan your name out loud if he’s feeling extra brave. god knows the day he gets his hands on you he will not hold back.

and the day he finally does is when he catches you watching him pleasure himself, his head thrown back against the chair in front of his multiple monitor screens. beads of pre-cum leak from his swollen tip as his long pale fingers run up and down his flush cock. he suddenly stops mid stroke and calls you out, his voice low and sultry.

“you’ve been standing there and observing for about two minutes and twenty four seconds,” he announces, not even turning back to look at you, “i suppose you thought i didn’t see you there.”

you’re flustered, embarrassed, and above all, you’re flooding yourself in your fucking panties. maybe you’re just as much of a pervert as him, or maybe it’s the way you’ve always wondered what those cold, long fingers of his would feel like inside you, or how his grunts and whimpers would sound while you have your mouth around his cock.

he has a way of extracting the truth out of those around him, so naturally you couldn’t hide your strange sexual inclinations towards him and gave in. he’s a freak and a shameless pervert who’s ogled you around the workplace multiple times and as much as it gave you the chills, you found yourself getting moist recalling these instances when you went to bed each night.

“interesting,” he remarks, as he circles around you, “your body language tells me you’re almost as aroused as i am right now.”

he sits you down on his lap, sliding your panties to the side and the icy coldness of his fingers against your warm clit makes you flinch. he takes his sweet time with you, his fingers painstakingly slow as you push your hips against him, wanting, no, needing more.

before you can process it, your erect nipples are pressed against his chest as he’s stuffing you repeatedly with his lengthy, pale cock from below. his hands feel like they’re all over your body all at once, from your lush breasts to your hips, and then back to flicking and rubbing your sensitive clit.

he pulls out every now and then, tugging onto your panties from behind, as they ride up between your ass cheeks and up your pussy. he loves testing you like that, making you squirm at the friction and intense pressure of the wedgie he’s giving you as he pulls higher and higher, making you beg for him to stop, and he whispers the filthiest comments in your ear while he does.

L most definitely creampies you once he’s done. the freak has a breeding kink, are we even surprised? his thrusts start to get lazy and sloppy, you match his rhythm and bounce on it too as you feel his veins pulsating between your walls and it’s all too much to handle. his orgasm is never ending because he jizzes like a goddamn monster — the man’s always got his nose buried in some case, he barely gets time to relieve himself. he shoots months worth of built up cum up your pussy as you cry out his name, his hands tightly covering your mouth to muffle any noise to avoid raising concerns from your fellow co workers, not that L would care too much. your legs feel like putty wrapped around him as you ride out your high too, best believe he enjoys the way you clench around him and suck him in, panting and moaning your name repeatedly. it is so much better than jerking off by himself.

“what a lewd mess,” he coos, examining his seed dripping out of your pussy and onto his thighs. he runs his fingers along your slimy, slippery folds and brings his fingers to your mouth to make you taste the blissful mixture of your juices.

a/n: i wrote this based off of a dream i had last night.. teehee

[skipcartoon17]

idk, im really unmotivated to draw today

[ayayapap]

What the hell sure

[claritoru]

⟡₊ ⊹ what it's like to have L Lawliet as a boyfriend ⟡₊ ⊹

✦ L may be a sweet tooth, but he's incredibly useless when it comes to anything involving the kitchen. Has he tried several times to concoct his favorite desserts as a snack (and also to surprise you when you got home from shopping with friends)? Yes, multiple times. But each time, you always came home to a pure disaster, with pots and pans all over the place, burnt cookies or a crumbled cake on the counter, and a mildly distressed L in the midst of the chaos, oven mitt in hand as he plugged in an electric fan to blow away the remaining smoke.

✦ He used to be awkward when it came to anything involving physical touch, but after he met you, that completely changed. Now, if you happen to be anywhere remotely close to him, he'll be finding ways to initiate physical contact. He'll play with your hair, lean against you, trace the paths of your fingertips, and wrap his arms around you. Still, though, he tends to be shy about kissing. Don't misunderstand him, he desperately wants nothing more than to plant thousands of kisses all over your face, but the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, or give you the impression that he's anything but the calm and collected detective.

✦ Of course, L knows everything about you. He doesn't need to take notes, he merely observes. What you don't tell him, he deduces. He knows what foods you like and don't like, and he can perfectly read your emotions in order to dole out the appropriate response. Lonely? He'll always be there for you. If you're upset and need some space alone? He respects your wish without once asking the problem (because chances are, he's already deduced that, too.)

✦ Despite being one of the greatest detectives, L can be surprisingly childish. He gets excited over what you would consider the most meaningless things (mostly over cake and any form of baked goods.)

✦ He pretends to hate whenever you squish his cheeks and call him adorable (because let's face it, he is adorable), but he secretly enjoys the attention.

✦ He has a lot of energy for someone who constantly appears sleep deprived. He says its because of all the sugar, and his brain uses the desserts as fuel to work on the cases day and night. But secretly, he believes that his high energy levels are entirely thanks to you. Whenever you're around him, he feels strangely lightheaded, and his veins thrum with excitement that could never come from any form of sugar.

✦ Thanks to his unshakeable sugar addiction, most of his pet names for you involve his favorite desserts. Forget sugar or sweetheart, he's over here calling you strawberry shortcake and tea cakes. At first, it was something of a joke, but the more you implored him to stop, the more persistent he became. (However, he never went so far as to use the crazy pet names in public, as he was afraid of revealing that the world's greatest detective had a soft spot for his perfect girlfriend.)

a/n: these aren't the best, i just wanted to get this out of the drafts lol