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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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insomnia

L’s been having a little more trouble than usual falling asleep lately. you have a feeling you know just how to help.

pairing: l lawliet x reader

warnings: none! just sweet (oblivious) L

L didn’t normally get much sleep, but he was going on four days straight now. he was growing more and more delirious by the minute and the words on the page in front of him jumbled in his view. he needed to sleep. in his defence he did try, to no avail of course. at this point he’d given up, figuring if he was going to be awake anyways he might as well get some work done.

when you’d come into the room, eyes half-closed and dragging your feet on the floor, you’d nearly scared him out of his skin.

“L, what’s the matter?” you’d asked him sleepily, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and walking over to see what he was looking at.

“oh, i was just going over some things for the case again, seeing if there’s anything i might’ve missed.” he held up a piece of paper to you, “you can never be too thorough you know.”

“yeah… just, do you know what time it is? you need to get at least a couple hours a night, i told you your concentration will waver if you don’t.”

“i tried, but no luck.” he smiled at you, “not to worry, i feel more awake than ever. i was thinking about revisiting my research into ray pember’s suspects again, see if anybody else seems to fit the kira bill.”

the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, his skin paler than usual and much more deprived of life, it would’ve been obvious to anybody that he hadn’t been sleeping. he was looking at you with wide eyes, trying to seem awake to hide the fact that they were dry and reddening with fatigue.

“i’ll stay with you then. if you’re gonna be up you should at least have company, right?”

“you don’t have to do that, please, go back to bed.” he sat up a little in his chair, hands falling from his knees, “i’ll be up regardless but there’s no need to deprive you of sleep in the process.”

“nonsense! i can do both, as long as you don’t mind sharing your seat.”

he looked at you, puzzled, “my seat? why?”

instead of answering him, you gently moved his arm out of the way for you to crawl over him, seating yourself on his lap in between his chest and his bent legs, “figured this would probably be the most comfortable for me to go back to sleep. ‘s this okay?”

“oh, well yes i suppose i can work around you if you’re lying down. are you sure you’ll be able to get comfortable?”

“don’t worry about me.” you laid your head down on his shoulder, nose pressed against his neck as your arms wrapped around his torso, “you just get back to whatever you were doing, i’ll be fine.”

at first, he sat quietly reading over the files he had spread out in front of him, blinking his eyes profusely to try and rid them of the tired blur they’d donned. soon he could feel your thumbs gently rubbing either side of his back, trying to coax him to sleep, begging him to put the papers down and shut his eyes. he did feel himself growing much more comfortable in his chair, and because he had to make room for you to fit he had lost the last bit of concentration he was clinging onto.

the slow rhythm of your breaths pressed against his chest were like a lullaby, his arms starting to grow heavier at his sides as he dropped the paper to the table, “what are you doing?”

you hummed in response, pushing him back into the chair with your head and trying not to giggle at the small huff that escaped him, “trying to help. is it working?”

he sighed, “if you mean your attempts at trying to make me feel tired, then yes.” his arms came up to wrap tightly around your upper back, elbows resting against his knees to not let his arms slip down, “i’d like you to sleep here for the rest of the night please.”

“don’t worry, i wasn’t planning on leaving.”

his chin came down to rest on top of your head, eyelids finally falling shut as a heavy breath of air fanned over you. he hadn’t felt so tired in years, so easily swept away by sleep. he could feel your heartbeat against his own, falling into a similar rhythm as they both slowed to a peaceful pace. he figured he could probably fall asleep whenever he wanted to if you came to his aid, and though his inexperienced mind didn’t yet know what exactly the reason was that you had this affect on him, he did know it most definitely wouldn’t be the last time it happened.

as he began to slip into his much needed slumber, you could hear him mutter,

“thank you.”

#l lawliet #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet fluff #l lawliet fic #death note #death note fic #death note fluff #l death note #anime #manga #anime fluff

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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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they are BEST FRIENDS

#my art <3 #hange zoe #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #hange zoe art #levi ackerman art #aot art #attack on titan art #anime #manga #art #sketch

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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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idk if i should colour him or just leave it alone

#jjk #mahito #mahito jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #manga #mahito art #jjk art #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen art

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show, not tell

you and levi had been hooking up for so long, letting him use you to blow off steam whenever he wanted. you never thought he wanted any more to do with you until one night he couldn’t bear to hold his true feelings in anymore.

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: SMUTTTTT, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, use of pet names, dom!levi sorta i guess, needy levi at the end, he does not pull out, this was supposed to be short but i got lost in it.

minors dni !!

levi ackerman wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. he preferred to drill the feelings into you in his bed every night after the rest of the regiment had all been long asleep. it had been going on for close to a year now. your face pressed into his pillows, small yelps and gasps escaping you as he worked an unforgivable pace into your aching pussy.

“that’s it, fuuuck yeah just like that.” he cooed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

he had been at it for an hour already, he’d made you cum around his cock more times than you could count and he showed no sign of stopping yet. not that you minded, the smell of cigarettes and tea that he always had engulfed your senses and you welcomed any time he would allow you with him. he was a stingy lover, only really inviting you around to fuck you senseless and quietly help you back to your room afterwards, whispering vulgar compliments and promises for the following night as he left you to wake up alone in your bed once more.

normally you’d be absolutely spent by now, but something about the abnormal passion and desperation levi had was spurring your body on for more and more every round, begging for more of him with every orgasm.

“levi, mmph, please i— fuck!” you reached an arm back for him, to grab anything, finally landing a hand around his wrist where he held your hips, “i— i’m gonna cum, please make me cum. i need you, i-oh! oh levi, you feel so good.”

he couldn’t bear keeping up the facade after hearing your sweet sweet words to him anymore, and without warning he pulled out of you, sitting down at the top of the bed and tossing his head back with a sigh, “my uh, my legs are getting a little sore.”

you felt a little ashamed, begging him for him to make you cum again like that and right afterwards he’s going to tell you he’s done for the night. you wanted to say something, but you didn’t want to push it, opting to just stay quiet with your head down until he excused you.

“well?” he patted his thighs and outstretched an arm, “come here, sweet girl. don’t worry, i won’t leave you hanging like that.”

despite your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest at the name, you crawled up the bed to him, carefully swinging a leg over his lap and sinking yourself down on his cock with a hiss. you kept your eyes down waiting for the hands he planted back on your hips to guide your aching body along, levi didn’t often have you in a position where you could see his face and you thought the eye contact might have freaked him out.

“could never leave a girl as pretty as you on the edge like that,” one of his thumbs reached down to rub rough, slow circles on your clit, “been letting me use this pussy all night, fuck— all year practically, ‘m gonna take care of you.”

the absolute 180° shift in his demeanour left you confused but ultimately ten times more turned on than you already had been, your hands coming up to just barely hold the sides of his face as you tried to babble out something coherent, “mm, ‘s so good levi, so full.”

his thumb pressed down a little harder, his other hand guiding your hips in shallow drags forwards and back on him, “yeah? you like sitting on my cock like this? so good for me, takin’ it all inside that pretty pussy of yours, that’s my girl.”

his words sent lightning up your spine. he was talkative, sure, but generally it wasn’t such nice words. on an average night, you could say for sure you’d be bent over for him while he grunts and curses, hearing him speaking lowly into your ear, telling you how good he felt and how sexy you looked with his cock inside you. now though? his words, still coated with his usual dark and dominating tone, yet so so sweet and full of praise for you were causing a reaction in you that you’d never felt before.

you felt his forehead come to rest on yours, skin sticky with sweat and hot breaths falling on your chest. that oh-so-familiar knot in your stomach slowly began to build, and try as you might you couldn’t help the small whines and whimpers that fell from your lips.

levi’s grip tightened at the sound of it, “i love hearing all those pretty little noises, am i making you feel good?” you nodded hastily against his head, “look at me please, i wanna see you.”

when you finally lifted your head to look at him, you wished you had been greedy and stared at him the entire time. his cheeks were flushed red, eyebrows knitted together, hair now pushed away from his face and lips parted to allow soft groans to escape them. your eyes darted every which way across his face trying to burn the image into your memory, hands now holding the sides of his neck as your hips began a rhythm of their own. spent and tired as your body may have been, it was desperate for him and everything he was giving you.

“hey, i said look at me.” the hand on your clit came up to grab your jaw, yanking your face up and closer to his so you had nowhere to look but his dark, intense eyes already glistening at you, “there she is, hello darling.”

“levi,” you whined between pants, “i’m… i’m gonna..”

“not till i say, can you hold on for me?” the hand on your jaw softened, your eyes locked into his the second they caught them, “wanna— nhgg, wanna cum with you. just,” he slowed your hips down ever so slightly, “just don’t wanna stop.”

any bit of his usual stoic and rough demeanour had melted away, all that was left to show being his raw feelings and the building orgasm he felt creeping up. his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second as he huffed heavy breaths directly into your mouth, trying to work up the courage to kiss you like he’d always wanted to. you were so close to him now, he’d purposely never fucked you like this because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if he could see your face. every twisted expression it made as he fucked you so, so perfectly, every move your mouth made acting like an invite for his own.

a particularly needy sounding sigh from you pulled him out of his trance, “please i— i know we— ah! we agreed we wouldn’t but, levi please…” and the feeling of your thumbs on his jaw was all it took for him to cut off your sentence, pulling your lips to his and greedily kissing you as if it was the last thing he’d ever do.

it didn’t take long for you to feel his tongue pushing into your mouth, his hand speeding up your hips once again as he began chasing his release. he was falling apart in front of you, whiny moans being muffled as his lips adventured down to your jaw, your neck, and finally his head flew back as his orgasm bubbled into life in his abdomen. “you taste so sweet, fuck, what did i ever do to deserve such a sweet girl in my bed every night huh? an idiot like me never telling you just what you do to me, makin’ me feel so fucking good, just so perfect for me aren’t you?”

his hand came up to brush the hair falling messily in your face away as you spoke mindlessly, “so— so good, yeah, oh god,” you kissed him greedily, “i cant— cant hold on, wanna make you cum levi.”

your words drove him mad, both of your hips rocking at a ruthless, desperate pace. your nails dug into his shoulders as you gripped on for dear life, the sounds coming from his mouth being something one could only describe as dazed and needy.

“fuck, don’t think i’m gonna be able to pull out, wanna fill you up full with my cum.” his head came to rest against yours again, “please, please baby, need to cum inside your perfect pussy, please.”

his begging sent you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami as his pace continued unfaltering. you couldn’t help being loud as you cried out, “yes! yes captain, please, i wanna feel it.”

as if on command, his hips began to stutter and his grip on you became impossibly tight as he fucked himself into you, his cum mixing with your own and making you feel more full than you ever had before. you felt his cock pulsating inside you as he finally came to a stop, chest rising and falling heavily as you both took the time to catch your breath. you didn’t move a muscle, fearing that it would remind him it was over and it was time to end the night.

he laid back on the headboard, pulling you with him instead of kicking you out like you’d thought. he didn’t even bother to pull out, keeping you situated on his lap as your chest came flush with his, head resting on his shoulder. he felt your breath fanning across his neck as he dislodged the blankets from under the two of you and pulled it to cover you both.

“stay with me tonight, mkay?” he kissed the top of your head, “don’t think i can let you go now.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot #attack on titan #aot smut #attack on titan smut #anime smut #anime #manga #captain levi

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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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ryukzakiii’s masterlist

hiiii!! i’m sure i’ll end up changing up what i say here about 100 times over the course of running this blog but that’s okay i’ve accepted it and so should you. welcome to the collection of everything i write that i’ll never post anywhere else <3

feel free to send in requests!! i will write for basically anything i’m familiar with, but here are a few fandoms/guidelines for what i’ll write for!

FANDOMS

- death note

- attack on titan

- demon slayer

- devilman crybaby

- jujutsu kaisen

RULES

characters MUST be 18+ (mdni in general !!)

i will not write incest, assault, or anything along those disgusting lines, pls don’t even request it i’d rather die

enjoy :)

legend

⭑

L. LAWLIET

distraction ( 🪷 )

young detectives (🪻)

insomnia ( 🌻 )

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LEVI ACKERMAN

show, not tell ( 🪷 )

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I AM WATCHING ATTACK ON TITAN FROM SCRATCH FOR THE FIRST TIME-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE IN THE WALLS

#the way this is exactly where i am in aot rn #i genuinely would die on the spot if i found that information out #like #THE WHOLE WALL #anime #aot #attack on titan

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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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started jjk, experiencing things.

#they’re siblings your honor #they started bickering within 2 minutes of meeting #that’s sibling behavior #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori #jjk nobara #anime #anime art #manga #jjk art

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ryukzakiii · 3 months

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here have some more 🫶🏻

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #ryuk #near death note #near #touta matsuda #matsuda #anime #manga #l death note

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distraction ⭑ l. lawliet (pt.2!)

part one here !

summary: now that the first move had been made, you start to realize just how badly L needs to be the best at anything he does, and how much he’s used to getting just what he wants.

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (f. receiving), voyeurism kinda, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise ig, not really dom!L but he’s spoiled and gets what he wants, idk guys it’s nasty, fluff at the end :)

authors note: i got so carried away i cant edit it anymore just have at it and enjoy ya freaks!!

smut under the cut !!

after you and L first slept together that night in headquarters, his interest in you had grown exponentially. mainly because he couldn’t fully understand how somebody as beautiful and brilliant as you would ever be interested in somebody like him, but also because he had become fixated on learning everything there was to know about pleasing a woman. pleasing you.

every time the rest of the task force would leave for the night, he would take the opportunity to have you to himself almost immediately. as the nights went on, he grew more and more confident in what he was doing, being able to get you down on your knees in front of him just by speaking to you for a moment. his monotonous (yet somehow cocky) tone of voice alone drove you crazy.

as weeks became months, any little bit of hesitation he once had was smothered and he was just as sure of himself regarding you as he was regarding everything else; borderline too much.

that meant he began to want his needs to be met at any time he wished. like how he had sweets or drinks whenever he wanted, and anything he asked for he would always have post-haste, and it wasn’t like L to change his ways.

he would wait for everyone to leave the room, even just for ten minutes, and you’d be sitting in his lap barely able to catch your breath due to the fervour with which he kissed you.

he would ask watari to page you to his room if it was a night you hadn’t already been with him that day, either at school or out with friends, and you wouldn’t be there 5 minutes before he had you bent over a table (or the couch, or his work desk, or once over the windowsill the night you’d mentioned wanting to see the full moon).

in not so many words, his libido had gone into overdrive and he quite enjoyed getting whatever he wanted.

the only problem was that once you two were finished and he had a small break from the incessant urge to bury himself into you as deep as he could go, he still wanted to be just as close to you and horribly wanted you to feel the same way. unfortunately, this was the one situation where he couldn’t find the words to express his feelings.

so, since he had made it his goal to be the very best at making you feel good, he decided to get his point across to you the best way he now knew how.

“y/n, would you please come over here for a moment?”

almost everyone was currently heading out the door, off on their various ways for the evening aside from L, you, light, and misa. light had been discussing his thoughts about something with you while the others were busy and misa was awaiting a chance to convince light to hang out with her.

you excused yourself from your conversation with light and made your way to the opposite end of the room where L was sat in his usual spot in front of the television.

“what can i do for you?”

“actually i’d like to talk to you about something i want to do for you.” he said it as though light and misa weren’t 20 feet away, “well, to you, more accurately. i want to try something new, i wasn’t so sure i could do it but i believe i have a well enough understanding of what makes you tick to be successful.”

despite how casually and technical he spoke, every word was making that familiar damp feeling between your legs reappear. he was looking at you like he wanted to take a bite and it took everything in you not to fall to your knees right then and there, “uh, what exactly did you have in mind?”

“i’d really like to try my hand at performing cunnilingus. in fact,” he turned his head to look towards the others in the room, “let’s do it now. no time like the present eh?”

“L, whatever you’re thinking about is a bad idea. light and misa are right over there.”

“nevermind them, they won’t be able to see past the back of the couch, come and sit here.”

you nodded and he slid over and motioned for you to sit where he had just been, handing you his cell phone in the process, “if you get too nervous about them, speed dial light on this and it will send a message to his phone to meet down in headquarters. sound good?”

the second he saw you nod again, he crouched down to the floor in front of you and began working away at the clasp of your pants. he shimmied them down your legs and onto the floor, gently so as not to make a sound, your underwear going next leaving you fully exposed to him.

he was in awe. sure, he was now incredibly familiar with your body, but he’d never gotten as close as he now found himself. your pussy was just inches from his face, wet and waiting, all for him. his hands gripped the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart so he could get a better look at you in all your glory.

“would you look at this, you’ve gotten wet before i’ve even touched you.” he spread you further open with his thumbs, fingers still curled into your thighs and hot breath fanning over you, “i suppose it would only be right of me to clean up the mess i’ve caused, don’t you think?”

“yes, please.” your voice came out as barely a whisper, “but they’re going to hear you.”

“shh, just press the button and they’ll go away.” he pressed a kiss right above your clit and you had to bite your tongue to stop from crying out. even just keeping your head still was almost impossible.

you gripped the phone tightly in your hand as he kissed your clit this time, sucking it into his mouth gently.

he wasn’t trying to get you caught. that would undoubtedly be bad for the both of you, for both your jobs and your reputations. so why did he find himself itching to make you cry out? to make light and misa painfully aware of the fact that in the same suite they sat in talking innocently, L was making you feel the best that anyone could, so good you lost all sense of control and let them find out.

he knew you would never be able to show your face again had this happened though, so he reached a hand above him and clasped it over your mouth, “be quiet, i’m trying to concentrate.”

you squirmed under his touch and his tongue began to venture further, further inside his favourite place to be. he licked a stripe all the way back to your clit and your thighs instinctively squeezed shut around his head.

his hand muffled the whine that escaped you and you were sure someone would hear you. you clicked the button to dial light and finally tossed away the phone, gripping onto the couch cushions with both hands to keep yourself grounded.

you could hear his phone chime, followed by the sound of chairs pushing out and the door slamming. L paused his movements and was at last able to come up for air, mouth and chin now glistening in the faint light from the tv.

“finally i have you all to myself,” he readjusted so his arms curled under your legs, allowing him a better hold to keep them open wide.

he dove right back in, pointy nose prodding at your clit with every movement of his mouth making your body jolt. your hands worked their way into his already messy hair, holding onto it tightly as you began rocking your hips into his mouth, wet and warm and making you feel amazing.

“yes, yes just like that,” you panted out, “god that’s perfect L, please, don’t stop.”

he groaned into your pussy hearing you talk to him like that, sending a shockwave up through you. you were close, he could tell, he just had to get you there. he needed to get you there, to show you how good he could be for you.

you held him impossibly tighter to you as the knot in your stomach began to build, dragging yourself along his tongue hurriedly enough to make you wonder if he was able to keep up. your moans turned into high pitched whines as you approached your release, not a care in the world anymore about who might be around to hear you.

with both the pretty sounds you were making and the simple act of you using his mouth however you pleased, riding his tongue now to practically get yourself off, L felt so accomplished. knowing he could make you feel just as desperate for him as he felt for you was enough that he could die happy.

“oh fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum,” he was doing it. your whole body began to spasm and your back arched straight off the couch. he held you as still as he could and your legs once again closed around his head, this time squeezing for dear life as his tongue continued to work circles around your clit. all that was coming out of your mouth was babbles of his name and profanities.

as the pleasure soon turned into overstimulation, he continued without faltering his pace. he was determined. he was sure you’d probably had a good experience to compare this to, hell maybe even a great one, so he had to be sure he was the best.

“L, please, ‘s too much,” you whined, “it’s my turn.”

he pulled away entirely, coming closer to head level and giving your overworked pussy the break it was craving, “i’m sorry, i don’t recall saying anything about you getting a turn.”

“but what about you? just a taste, just quick.”

he cut you off by pressing his thumb down on your clit, the other hand moving up to cover your mouth again with a bit more force than the first time.

“i don’t know when you got it in your head that you run the show around here, but i suggest you get used to listening to me. keep being difficult and i’ll have no choice but to stop entirely.” he was bluffing, of course, but his stone cold expression didn’t give him away. his eyes trailed down to where his thumb was pressed, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile, “i really don’t want to have to do that. you just taste so, so sweet. think you can be good and behave for me?”

you nodded vigorously, pussy squeezing around nothing and begging him for attention again, the cocky, almost condescending tone in his voice making you shiver.

“excellent. now turn around for me please, hands on the back of the couch.”

you did as he asked the second he let go of you, hands holding firmly to the back of the couch and ass presented to him. you could hear his belt undoing, followed by a zipper and you braced yourself for him, but nothing.

L was a bit busy. stroking himself with one hand he stood to take in the sight before him. he had a bad habit of doing this, staring at you when he was supposed to be doing something, but he couldn’t help it. his eyes were glued to where you needed him to be, trying to carve the sight of it into his memory. his free hand held your waist as he finally lined himself up, coaxing another whine out of you as he bottomed out.

his thrusts started shallow and slow, your gentle moans fading into the background as he focused on how warm you felt.

you turned your head back to look at him, the sight of him looming over you with his jaw hung slack making you squeeze around him, “harder L, please.”

he switched to both hands and tightened his grip on your waist, “what did i say about behaving?” nonetheless, he was pushing into you much rougher now than before, yet still agonizingly slow.

“‘m sorry, it just feels so good.”

he began to pick up his pace, breathing becoming heavier the more into it he got, soon letting out little pants and groans of his own. generally, he was rather quiet during sex, only really vocalizing near the end when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so the fact that he was talking to you and teasing you was a very pleasant surprise.

“yeah? does that feel good?” hearing you say just how good he was doing spurred him on even further, “do me a favour, id like to see the rest of you, please.”

you pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head as best as you could, L placing a hand on your sternum to hold you up. instead of letting you back down however, his hand trailed up to your chest, taking hold of one of your breasts as your back came flat against his chest. his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel his sharp breaths hitting your ear, his racing heartbeat on your back matching your own.

the knot in your stomach returned, your pussy fluttering around him making him feel like he was on top of the world, “you— you’re so beautiful, god i could do this all day. look at you, so responsive to me, and such a good listener.”

all you could do was pant, his pace now unforgiving and making you feel like he was tearing you apart in the best way possible. he kissed behind your ear and let go of your chest in favour of rubbing gentle circles on your clit.

your whole body felt like it was white hot, “shit! yes, oh please L. i need it, i need you, please make me cum.”

he’d never heard you sound so frantic before and it was driving him up the wall, “y/n, you feel so incredible.” the more he spoke the quicker your release came rushing through you like a stampede, “i love feeling you around me like this, fuck, you’re just perfect.”

you gripped onto his arms and craned your neck to try and look at him, crying out pleas of his name and senselessly confessing to him how beautiful he was and how good he always made you feel. he held you impossibly tighter, his work on your clit long forgotten now as his only goal was to keep you as close as physically possible.

his hair hung low over his eyes, messy and sticking to his face from sweat. you were getting overstimulated once again but you’d lost all the sense in you to care, another orgasm bubbling up already because of it. L felt it, as if the look on your red face wouldn’t have given it away regardless, and his jaw fell open as his own release came creeping up on him.

his hips finally began to falter, a few loud, deep groans ripping out of him. his eyebrows knitted together and he shut his eyes, steady whimpers and groans falling out of him now as the two of you reached your peak together.

you felt him twitch inside of you, one of his arms reaching to hold the couch as his muscles began to give out on him. he placed sloppy, sweet kisses on your jaw before flopping down onto his back on the couch with an outstretched arm waiting for you.

he was back to normal, back to being his quiet self. you laid your head on his chest and he yanked the blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of you, fingers gently tapping and tracing lines onto your bare back. this was your favourite part of it all, just laying with him and basking in what you’d just done.

for L, despite how much he craved the feeling of this, this was the part that would still make him question himself. when thoughts of self-doubt had an opening to creep up on him. the muscles in his hands twitched and the hold he had on you subconsciously tightened, dreading the moment you decide to get up and go to your room to take care of yourself.

every time you would bid him adieu, he could feel exactly where you had been laying become cold, physically reminding him of your absence. he couldn’t stand it. every night he tried to work up the courage to tell you to come back, to wait for him in his room instead, to ask you if he could come to bed with you, but every night the words would get caught in his throat and he’d choke.

you didn’t show any signs of getting up though, if anything you were letting yourself get comfier. he revelled in it, the whole room smelled a little like sweat but he found it almost sweet. maybe that would become his new favourite smell. he hoped you were as blissful as he was.

you trailed a hand up under the front of his shirt, letting your hand rest over his heart and feeling it quicken with every little movement you made.

“i really don’t want to get up.” you finally spoke, “i wish we could just stay like this.”

he winced, “don’t get up. you don’t have to.”

you tilted your head up to look at him, his face finally visible with his hair going every which way and his eyelids hanging half-closed. this was the most relaxed he ever looked, probably because he was far less concentrated than he usually had to be.

“we can’t just sleep here on the couch, L.”

we. we can’t sleep here on the couch, “we could. technically we can do whatever we want.”

he smiled at you, a coy little smile, and you knew you were so screwed.

“how about you go and wait for me in my room then?” he wasn’t looking at you anymore, too nervous for your response, “i just have to put all these files where they need to go, and maybe clean up a little.”

“really?”

“if that’s something you want to do, if not don’t feel like you’re obligated to say yes.”

“no i want to! i mean, as long as you’re sure you want me in your room.”

“of course i do.”

he sent you upstairs with his key card once the both of you were dressed again and you nervously waited for the elevator to stop on his floor. skipping the whole way to his bedroom, and once inside you tucked yourself away in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

when L entered the room, you were nowhere to be seen. he heard the sound of the running tap in the bathroom and decided to wait for you in the bed. he laid right in the middle, how he was used to sleeping, and watched you with a smile plastered on his face as you walked out of the bathroom and over towards him.

you climbed under the blanket with him and tucked under his arm, head laying on his chest and an arm stretched across his torso.

“your bed’s comfy.”

“it’s a lot more comfortable now that you’re in it.” he placed a hand on your head, “before you fall asleep, i want to tell you id like if you slept here more often. whenever you want, in fact.”

“i will be taking you up on that.” your eyes were closed, sleep beginning to whisk you away, “you’re about to see so much of me you’ll get sick of it.”

as he felt you shift into unconscious, breathing slowed against his chest and your body pressed against his, he was sure he was the luckiest man in world at that moment, “i’d never get sick of you.”

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ryukzakiii · 4 months

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just some sillies while i edit everything i have in my drafts :3

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ryukzakiii · 4 months

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distraction ⭑ l. lawliet

summary: during a late night working on the kira case with L, his distractions become too overpowering and the two of you decide to blow off some steam.

( part 2 here ! )

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!! this gets a little filthy actually. virgin!L, praise, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), L is needy as hell, also he swears like 3 times i think so

authors note: hiiii this isn’t proofread and it’s 4am enjoy

smut under the cut‼️

every night working with you was a long one. in the beginning it was because, try as he might, L could not seem to get you to remember the simplest things you were supposed to do to help him out. you’d forget how many sugars he took in his tea, or forget where you had filed something away the night before, whatever it was it always got on L’s nerves.

not like he could say something to you, he was always fearful that he would hurt your feelings or that you would think he was much more upset than he really was, and that would impact your work.

nowadays however, now that your working together was no longer a new thing and the both of you had gotten into more of a routine, L began to attribute the long nights to simply one thing, you.

he wasn’t sure exactly why, but he found himself distracted from the task at hand most nights of the week, usually thinking instead about how nice it is that you help him out with so much and how enjoyable it is to work with somebody as smart as you. right now in particular though, he was realizing just the reason you were becoming such a distraction.

thanks to his crunched posture, you were blissfully unaware of the growing distraction that laid underneath the zipper of his jeans.

when you’d first joined him that evening, the sight of you descending from your room adorned in pyjamas that left alarmingly little to the imagination, only being aided by a knit cardigan left hanging open, a sudden pulse shot through his body and left L truly praying you couldn’t see the tent forming in his pants. it wasn’t as if L didn’t realize before how attractive you are, but things like that had never affected him the way they were now.

if she would just button up that sweater. maybe then i’d be able to get some work done.

“hellooo?” the sweet sound of your voice interrupted his thoughts, “ryuzaki, did you hear a word i just said?”

“er- no, my apologies. what was it you were saying?”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him and stood as you spoke again, “i said, i’m going to make another tea. do you want anything?”

just to make this throbbing go away so i can get back to work. “no, thank you. hurry back though will you? i’m not getting through this as quickly as i’d like to so i’ll need as much of your help as i can get.”

he watched you hurry out of the room to make your tea and tried hard not to take notice of how little the back of your shorts covered or the sway in your hips as you walked. he placed a hand over his clothed erection and allowed his head to fall back onto the chair, a quick sigh escaping him at the accidental friction.

his few moments of solace came to an end quickly when you came back into the room, giving him little time to sit up and readjust before you took your seat in the chair next to him. almost immediately you scooted over closer and held out a closed fist in front of him, “give me your hand.”

L stretched his hand out underneath yours, a small wrapped candy falling into his palm.

“i grabbed one for you from the bowl in the kitchen.” you said as you unwrapped one of your own.

he watched carefully as the candy brushed your lips before you gently placed it on your tongue, his breathing steadily becoming more heavy and intense and he could feel every pump of blood circulating through his veins, “thank you.”

“are you alright? you look a little flushed. i can turn down the heat if you want, i did turn it up a bit a little while ago.” you started to stand.

“no!” the tips of his ears began to burn with embarrassment as he quickly stood in her place, urging her back into her chair so she wouldn’t be able to see anything, “uh- no, thank you. you just sat back down, i can get it.”

L tried to steady his breathing on the walk over to the thermostat, taking this time with his back turned to attempt to shift his erection in a way it would go unseen. hesitating to turn back around, he scurried back over to his chair with his head down and hoped to whatever god might be listening that you didn’t get a chance to see.

god, how unprofessional. if she noticed, our professional relationship will be tarnished indefinitely and she’d never trust me again. not that i would really blame her, i mean how would that seem, she’s alone at night with her boss and he’s sporting an erection.

unfortunately for L, you had noticed, you actually had noticed back when you got up to get your tea but you weren’t sure if you were just fantasizing imagining things. you were sure of what you saw on his strange walk back to his seat.

while he was lost in his own worry, L failed to notice you moving your chair so your arms were practically touching until he felt you peering in front of him.

he snapped his head back, “what are you doing?”

“just looking at what you’ve got over here. if you weren’t hogging it the whole time i wouldn’t have to invade your space.”

L clutched his knees closer to his chest, at the point of being unable to hide his unsteady and shallow breaths. he wasn’t sure what to do, or what to say to get out of the position he was now in to decide what happened next.

you turned around to look at him, presumably asking him something about what you’d just read. he tried to hear you, he really did, but over his pounding heartbeat and mind full of thoughts all he could do was watch your mouth move in what felt like slow motion.

“i’m sorry, can you please say that again?” he could barely hear his own muffled words. you were so close to him and he could see directly down your top from where he was sat, not that it helped much that you were leaned directly into his eye-line.

you placed your hand on his knee and he thought he was going to throw his stomach up, “i just asked what you thought about these men from the yotsuba group. ryuzaki, seriously is everything okay?”

he wanted to answer but before he could even try you spoke again, “maybe you need to put the case down for a while, y’know, blow off some steam.”

finally, he looked you in the eye, “please forgive me.”

before you got a chance to ask what for, both of his hands held your face as he leaned forward, planting a hesitant but desperate kiss on your lips. he was sure that the moment he pulled away, your involvement in this case and his life was going to crumble in front of him.

to his surprise, he barely had a second to take a breath before you were gripping onto his shirt and pulling him back in. every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, you were practically on top of him and he couldn’t help but try and pull you in closer, reaching for your jaw and your waist and practically anything he could get his hands on. his body was moving by itself and solely on instinct, making him feel a little self conscious about if he was doing the right things. his mind was soon put at ease when he felt his arms fall slack and your weight shift over him, the closer you got the better. you pulled away just slightly to take a breath and his legs fell to a normal position, hurriedly kissing you again and hoping you would just understand and sit down so he didn’t have to try and speak right now.

“ryuzaki—“

“L.” he interjected, “please i— please call me L. just here.”

you smiled, “L, are you sure this is alright?”

“one hundred percent.” his hands still holding onto your waist for dear life, you held his face with yours as you closed the small gap that remained between the two of you. he let out a small, involuntary groan when he felt your thighs press around his hips, “i’m going to need some guidance here, as i’m sure you’ve guessed this isn’t something i have any prior experience with.”

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you.” gently, you began to grind down on him, earning a deep sigh from L and his hands making their way from your waist down to your hips, using his white-knuckled grip to help you slowly along.

“that- that feels incredible. y/n- please i don’t know if i can hold out.” his cheeks were flushed bright red—probably the most colour you’d ever seen on his face—and he looked down to where the only things standing in his way was his jeans and those godforsaken pyjama shorts you wore, “not that i want to go quickly through this, in fact that’s less than ideal it’s just— this is getting rather painful. i need— shit, can i please, you know.”

to put him out of his misery, you hushed him with a kiss and got to work on undoing the button on his pants. you’d barely gotten it undone when his hands pushed yours out of the way, pushing both his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

you were glad you were already sitting down. not that you were expecting to be disappointed by the size of course, but just seeing it now made you feel a little nervous. drool nearly threatened to escape your mouth before you snapped back into it, making a mental note that you would have to do that another time.

L looked up to you, one hand pushing your shorts to the side trying not to cum right there when he realized you hadn’t been wearing underwear and the other slowly stroking himself, awaiting your approval.

the look on his usually-blank face would’ve been enough to make anybody weak, “L, please.”

he wasted no time in lifting your hips up and pushing himself in, pausing after just the tip to breathe and calm himself down. you could feel his hands trembling during his failed attempt to keep his composure, opting to ease yourself onto him instead.

he let out a shaky breath that caught in his throat when you’d fully sat back down. you yourself were trying to breathe through the intense feelings already taking over your whole body, you weren’t even sure you’d be able to take him fully, and now that you had you felt more full than you ever had in your life.

“let me know when it’s okay to move,” you whispered by his ear, “we’ll go as slow as you need.”

his hands returned to their spot on your hips, “dear god, move.”

you started off slow, his cock only coming out about an inch or two before pushing right back in. his head was spinning, you were invading his every sense. all he could smell was your shampoo, the taste of the candy you’d eaten still remaining both of your tongues. all he wanted to do was show you what he was feeling. he didn’t have the words to even begin to try and explain it. as if they had a mind of their own, his hips began to meet your movements, quickly picking up in speed and overtaking your control.

“fuck! that’s it— L, please.” you couldn’t say much more than that, every word being punctuated with a hushed moan, but the praise drove him crazy. any hesitation he’d had before was forgotten about, and he let his instincts take over. after all, he’d learned to always trust his instincts, why would now be any different?

he knew he wasn’t going to last very long, yet he couldn’t help pushing your hips down to meet his thrusts, hitting your g-spot with every one and making you practically cry out. if it weren’t for the quiet chants of ‘please’ he’d have thought you really were crying.

you could feel your orgasm approaching soon, and as if like he could read your mind L lifted a hand to push your shirt up above your chest and dipped his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking so gently compared to the harshness of his cock.

your arms wrapped around his head, hands tugging at the roots of his hair which earned you a deep groan into your chest. with every thrust you were getting closer and closer, his mouth having moved on to kiss your neck with the same desperation he’s harboured since the first time.

“i’m so close, god please don’t stop. —feels so good.” you begged, throat dry and still panting and holding his hair for dear life.

“fuck,” he began losing the rhythm he had been trying to keep to, “i’m— i’m going to orgasm. i need you, please.”

his hips started to stutter as he reached his peak, panting and whining into your ear and wrapping his arms tightly around your back. the feeling of you coming undone and squeezing around him just made it that much more intense, his face felt so hot he buried it into the crook of your neck.

by the time both of your movements had come to a halt, he was laying back in the chair clutching onto you, head still held tightly to your chest and cock beginning to go soft inside you. L never wanted to move.

the embarrassment and nervousness was slowly returning and he felt his cheeks get hot again, so he tried to focus on the sweet smell of your shampoo that engulfed him to calm himself.

after a few long, perfect minutes, you broke the silence, “was that okay?”

“that was amazing.” his head remained tucked into your neck, “i’m sorry if i wasn’t very good at it, and that i couldn’t last any longer.”

“don’t be ridiculous, L it was fantastic. we’ll have plenty of time to build up your stamina if you really want to.”

and just like that at the thought that this could happen to him more than once, he felt the blood rush back into his cock and you suddenly remembered something you’d wanted to do earlier.

“why don’t you let me show you how good you made me feel, huh?”

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