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#l lawliet x you
flametrashira · 28 days
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God, the sounds L makes when you're sucking his cock; the broken, breathy moans so close to anguish. If not for his pleas for more, you'd think he was in pain.
"Don't stop... pl- ah! Please... more..."
His lips part to take in your fingers, sucking and licking them, showing you what he wants you to do for him. And he groans around them when you get it right, his voice cracking the closer he gets.
He hides his face behind his arms when his muscles constrict with pleasure, hips bucking off the bed to thrust deeper into your mouth, eyes big and wide. How can anything feel so good? He cums with his entire body, convulsing in ecstasy, thrusting and panting, moaning so loud you'd think his spirit was being torn from his body.
And within seconds he's as calm as can be, affectionately ruffling your hair and telling you, "you're quite good at that, you know."
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piichuu · 5 months
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♡ HOLDING HIM AGAIN - L LAWLIET
WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 403
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it’s not common for you boyfriend to fall asleep at night, the fact that he is trying to find the world’s most notorious killer is weighing enough on him to not allow himself to fall into slumber. it might cost him his health, but what else is there to do when he is basically fighting against time? how long will it take until kira find his real name out or proceeds to kill everyone in the task force?
but now when l lawliet is wrapped in your warm embrace as he has finally come home for the first time in a month, all those thoughts about kira is no longer on his mind, and you won’t bring it up either.
his face is pressed against your chest and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he lies on top of you with his eyes closed. he hasn’t slept in a real bed for weeks and has barely gotten to see you during those weeks either, so finally getting to be in your arms gives him enough motivation and energy to investigate for years from now.
“i’m gonna have to leave early in the morning,” L mutters into your shirt as his hands cling to you. he would love to stay like this forever, but that can only be possible after he’s caught kira. “but maybe we can eat breakfast together if you wake up early too?”
you nod and brush a hand through his dark hair that he hasn’t bothered brushing as he’s stuck in headquarters all the time. no one else except you or the task force see him either way. “i’ll wake up early too. at what time do you want to get up? i’ll set an alarm,” your boyfriend sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck now instead. “at four, is that okay?”
“that’s okay, i’ll just go back to sleep when you’ve left,” he nods and presses a kiss to your warm skin. “i’m jealous. can’t wait to cuddle with you all the time as soon as kira is caught.”
“you’ll have to make sure you catch him soon then or you might die from touch starvation,” you smile softly and he chuckles. “i might actually do just that, so i’ll try to catch him as fast as i can so we can continue to stay like this for the rest of our lives.”
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tonilovessushi · 1 year
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Hello. I was wondering if you are taking requests. If the answer is yes I would be more than happy if you could write L x female reader with established relationship where the Task Force dont know for her and once she comes uninvited and they meet her. It is totaly okay if you dont want to write it or dont have time to. So no pressure. Have a nice day :)
things we hold close ! l lawliet [drabble]
thank you so much, sweetie!
imma tell u something- i'm really deep in my death note phase rn. and i'm kinda faced with a writers block with my avatar requests at the moment but when i sit down to write for death note it just kinda flows out of my hand ahhh
anyways y/a is your alias
summary: the task force can't quite believe it when they discover the greatest detective in the world has a girlfriend
➻❥ l lawliet x fem! reader
➻❥ fluff
➻❥ warnings: reader is mentioned to be shorter than L, slight posessiveness
( masterlist | requests )
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Even though loving L Lawliet was the most wonderful thing in the world to you and you wouldn't give him up for all the treasures one could possibly offer you, your relationship came with a lot of complications- one being that you, him and Watari moved to another hotel every two weeks. Since you didn't have any family or friends in japan the constant change of location didn't bother you that much, the only thing that troubled you was getting the damn room number right.
As you stood in front of the elevator board and read through the floors you tried to remember your quarter's number. 102? No, that was last week. 149? This had been going on for quite sometime and since you didn't take a key with the number on it with you when you went out for purposes of secretivity, and your memory was just the worst. Sometimes you didn't fully get how and why L endured that, even though he always told you he found it endearing. Maybe he just felt bad for dragging you across the region, even though as long as you were with him, you didn't mind all that much.
You decided to try the 149 and the elevator was set into motion. It was a huge thing with golden ornaments all over the walls. For the moment, you sat your bags down and stretched your back- maybe you had overdone it with the food today, though it surely wouldn't go to waste under L's watch. No one else got onto your elevator which was ideal, but the fact that you weren't sure if you, in fact, needed to go to room 149 wasn't, and if you were to knock on the wrong door, that'd be- well, you should avoid it.
The elevator bell rang when you reached the right floor and as the doors opened swiftly, you grabbed your bags and heaved them out onto the noble hallway. You weren't going to lie to yourself, getting to live out your life in a fancy hotel every night absolutely had it's merits.
Panting, you reached the door to suite 149 and leaned forward to maybe catch a sound that'd indicate if you were at the right room here, but behind the door, it was dead silent. Strange. At this time, the task force was supposed to meet with L.
Due to your schedule, you'd never actually met the police men, even though they had been working with L for two weeks now, but you had been quite sure that you'd meet them today. L didn't feel very comfortable with other people knowing of your existence, both as a person and as his partner, but it was only likely that you'd walk into them eventually. It wasn't like you could spend all of your time outside and away from him. Also, he had already made sure that none of them were Kira, you had agreed to take the risk, had an alias and the revelation would maybe even prove L's good will to his new co-workers- that he shared informations of his (very little) private life with them to showcase that he trusted them.
"y/a?"
Relieve washed through you as you turned around to see Watari, your old companion, standing in the hallway next to the elevator with empty plates piled up in his hands, undoubtedly from L. "Watari!"
The old man gave you a kind smile and nodded towards the elevator. "Ryuzaki suspected you'd be here, he has noticed that you tend to mess up the four and the seven."
"Right!" You laughed about your own mistake. "It was 179! Thank you, Watari!"
Watari nodded indulgently. "The key is in my left coat pocket, you can take it. I'm on my way to the kitchen to return these. Shall I get you a bowl of icecream, too, y/a?"
"Yes, thank you," you said, walking up to him and setting down them bags once again to fish the key out of his pocket. "I'll see you later, then"
First, Watari took the elevator down, then you took it up, this time accompanied by a young, dark haired man in suit. When the doors opened, he kindly offered to carry your bags for you, and since you had to admit that their weight was getting to you, you let the eager guy take two of them. He babbled on you all the way to the doors as he seemed to be headed in the same direction, so you only had to listen, nod and smile, and think about how to get to room number 179 without him noticing. He really was quite the talkative guy. But when you stopped a few doors before your destination, he fell silent and looked at you expectantly. "Is this your room?" He pointed at suite number 171.
"Yes, that's me, thank you very much for your help," you smiled and he blushed.
"No problem! I'm not far from here, maybe we'll run into each other again, huh?"
You joined his nervous laugh. "Then I'll see you soon, Mr-"
"Matsui," the man said. Suddenly, an idea seemed to form in his head and he looked through his pocket just to pull out a piece of paper that he hastingly scribbled a phone number on. Blushing rapidly, he handed it over to you. "Sadly, I have work now and my boss is kind of unempathetic about - we'll, you know - but if you ever want someone to buy you a coffee or something- or tea if you're more into that," he added nervously at the sight of your apologetic expression, "just call me. Or don't. You decision. Of course it's your decision, haha..."
"I'm flattered," you said, "but I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry"
"No problem," the man said a bit disappointed. "See you" Hurringly, he waved at you and walked away. The hallway led around a corner here, so he wouldn't be able to watch you walk in- unless this was his suite, and it didn't seem to be. So you'd just have to wait until he'd disappear into his hotel room and then walk into number 179. Shortly after, you heard a knock and then the opening and closing of a door, followed by a faint "You're late, Matsuda- I mean Matsui".
After waiting for a few seconds, you lifted your groceries and walked towards the number 179. You rummaged in your pocket for the key, sticked it into the door and opened it with a "Good evening, gentlemen!"
The task force was exhausted, even though they'd just come back from a late lunch break. But L really was hard on them and even though they were trying not to show it too much- the weird detective intimidated them. But they were rapidly pulled out of their drowsiness when suddenly, a woman stood in the doorway, a complete stranger, packed with bags from a grocery store and greeting them with a polite smile as if they had known each other for years.
At first, they just assumed it had to be an accident. Somehow, the woman must have accidentaly stumbled upon their room, and they looked at L for support, for an order, something to do with this girl, but his reaction probably was the most surprising thing of all: he was smiling. Not a weird smile, or a creepy one. A small, fine smile that reached his sleepless eyes and gave his usually stoic expression and pale features something strangely ... livid. A smile that made the detective look... younger. And he was smiling at you.
"Uhm ... I think you got the wrong room, Miss," Matsuda said, attempting to stand up, but L forestalled him and walled up to you. He stopped right in front of you so you had to look up at him, mere inches between you and him, and closed the door behind you with his left arm reaching over your shoulder, faintly brushing your cheek.
The task force eyed both of you with their jaws dropped as you also had the audacity to ruffle L's hair. Ruffle. His. Hair. You ran your hand through it affectionately and he even seemed to be leaning into your touch.
"Damn," Marsuda said impressed and Chief Yagami and Aizawa shared confused looks. What in the world was going on here? Who was this woman? Who were you to L?
"Did you have a nice day, dear?" L asked you as he took your bags and placed them on the wall opposite the couch.
You followed him, took your coat off and hummed approvingly. "It was very nice. Weather was good. Though I think I might've got a bit carried away with the food. Well, it's not like we haven't got more than one mouth to fill," you added with a smile at the task force.
"Hmm..." L said, but I was unclear if that was meant to be an approving or a disapproving hum. He pecked your lips shortly and then turned to the baffled men on the couch who were staring at you wide-eyed. "This is my girlfriend, y/a. Any questions?"
A ton of, but the grim look in his eyes and the posessive hand around your waist stopped the task force from asking them and they turned back to their work as if nothing had happened, still watching you and the detective out of the corner of their eyes though. They were just too curious about you.
"I would've almost knocked at number 149, can you believe it?" they heard you say cheerfully as you hung up your coat and scarf on the wardrobe. "Of course you can, I would've done it if you hadn't thought of me. Good thing I have you, Ryuzaki"
"Yes, that's indeed fortunate for you," L said in a low voice after appreciating the satisfaction your comment had brought him, and rested his head on your shoulder, half-hugging you from behind. "Did Watari stop you?"
"He did- Ryuzaki!," you giggled a bit when L's fingers ran up your sides with movements that reminded you of two spiders crawling up at you. L smiled at his girlfriend's cute little laugh and pecked your cheek before letting go of you and approaching his desk again with you following behind as you told him about a rude waitress at a café.
When Matsuda was sure that L wouldn't hear him, he leaned over to Aizawa and whispered: "I can't believe it, I totally just asked L- I mean Ryuzaki's girlfriend out!"
"I find it unbelievable that the guy even has a girlfriend," Aizawa murmured as he flipped through files and glanced at the detective. "I mean ... look at him. And then look at her"
In that very moment, you turned around to adress them and the men fell silent. "I'm sorry for scaring you and for not even introducing myself properly, I'm y/a" You shook everyone's hands and winked at Matsuda. "Didn't think I'd see you here, Mr Matsui"
Matsuda blushed, but he knew that he wasn't the only one taken aback by your flourish personality, even though Chief Yagami, Aizawa and Ukita weren't in the same way. It was just so unfamiliar to them after having spent so much time with the rather untouchable detective, to have such a nice presence around, and next to your two companions, you seemed very displaced.
All three of them knew what Aizawa meant. So far, they had met two people that accosioated and lived with L: Watari and you, all three of you in a corner of the room right now. From what they could see, Watari was talking to the two of you as he handed out ice cream. Ryuzaki and you didn't touch each other anymore, but you stood in close proximity to each other and shared understanding glances every now and then. Even though there was no physical contact between the two of you, your bond was clearly visible to anyone who looked at you.
After a quick talk, you announced that you were going to sort the purchases and kissed your boyfriend goodbye. When you had left the room, Matsuda spoke up and broke the silence. "Wow, you really are a lucky guy, Ryuzaki"
Slowly, L turned his head to look at him, but he seemed deep in thought and to look right through him. The look in his eyes surprised the man. L seemed unhappy, almost worried. "Yes," he answered vaguely and pulled his knees closer to his chest, but his gaze still held a disapproving look. In his head, dark and worried thoughts clouded his thinking and he licked his ice cream to get back to the case- but still. He couldn't help but ask himself if this had been the best way.
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cat3ch1sm · 10 months
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I was wondering if you would do more writing for L. Would you write a NSFW with Dom!L including bondage?
⛪️~ hello, @incivilminds <33 here is your request!! I have done you so dirty dawg like this is actually so old… forgive me plsplspls💔💔💔💔 also GODDAMN this is long as shit what
also yeah, i haven’t been writing a lot for L lately, my bad y’all 😭 i will def be writing more death note soon
**✿❀ nsfw ahead! fem!reader,❀✿**
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It probably hadn’t even been a week since you had been captured, although it felt like it had been months. Vaguely, you recalled your wrists being wrenched behind your back mercilessly and a blindfold being tied roughly around your eyes. While you struggled vehemently against the chafing handcuffs that had been so harshly slapped around your wrists, someone, a man, had told you that you were under suspicion of being involved with Kira. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in a small, empty room, still unable to see or move with your body bound to a terribly uncomfortable metal board-like thing.
For a long time, you were scared out of your mind. For hours on end, you’d been interrogated by a garbled voice coming from somewhere in the room, and you hadn’t been able to give anyone any information. You were hardly allowed any bathroom breaks, and you were only given the bare minimum of food and water to keep you alive. However, despite the small amount of time you’d been captive, the situation you were in felt more hopeless every second. You were sleep-deprived, mentally drained from all the questions every hour of every day, your body was aching like hell from the position you’d been in for what seemed like ages, and you were always thirsty or hungry. On a number of occasions you’d fainted, only realizing it when you were awoken by a stern voice from some audio device in the room.
When you heard the familiar click of the microphone in the room, you had just begun to drift off again- sleeping was really all you could to in this predicament, and you weren’t really getting much of that either- it was hard to do so when you were literally tied to a board at 90 degrees and being watched every single second. And you already knew whoever had you captive now was tired of you asking to go to the bathroom every two seconds.
“Y/N.”
The stoic but demanding tone of whoever was speaking was something you were used to by now- but realizing that you were probably about to be interrogated ruthlessly again by this mechanical voice was almost too much, especially alongside being deprived of most of your senses for so long like this. You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond, instead barely lifting your head from its loll on your chest.
“Good. You’re up. Now, tell me what you know about Kira.”
This again. You could almost feel your sanity slipping through your fingers.
You replied with an inaudible murmur, not even really knowing what you were saying yourself.
“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”
This time, you didn’t respond, and dropped your head again, an overwhelming sleepiness suddenly coming over you. Today, you just weren’t up for it- you couldn’t care less what anyone did to you.
There was an unexpected silence for a few seconds- you’d expected the voice to resume its distorted badgering the second you failed to reply. But when the voice sounded again, its tone wasn’t as stony as it had been previously.
“You seem tired. How are you doing?”
Before you could stop it, a dull, bitter laugh burst from your throat. “How am I doing?” Your voice was raspy from lack of hydration and to speak by itself hurt your throat. “Don’t patronize me.”
More silence. For a second you’d thought maybe you’d made the voice mad, but what it said next surprised you. “Watari. Get the girl some water.”
Next thing you knew, there was shuffling beside you, and then a hard object at your lips. You could feel the cold air from it flowing on your skin, and then Watari tilted the cup towards your lips, signaling you to drink. However, you kept your lips tightly shut- you didn’t want to accept any formalities from whoever was behind this.
Watari tried again, but this time you moved your head out of the way quite violently, feeling your hair dip into the water before your head hit the side of the cup, knocking it from Watari’s hand and spilling the cold liquid all over your body. It brought you a little pleasure to know that you were being an inconvenience, and now there was a mess to clean up. Besides that, now you might be allowed clean clothes.
Silence from Watari. You wondered if you’d made him mad.
“Ryuzaki, the girl doesn’t seem to be cooperating.”
You were a little surprised by Watari’s voice. You’d thought he was a man on the younger side, but instead he sounded rather elderly. You shuddered to yourself.
“Yes, I can see that,” came the tiny little voice through the speakers. It sounded like his or her teeth were clenched.
Ryuzaki. So that was your captor’s name. Even if you did get punished for your difficult behavior, at least you’d come away with a little victory.
“Feel free to depart, Watari,” Ryuzaki spoke again, the crackle of the feedback echoing through the room. “I’m going to come down there myself.”
He was coming down? You weren’t sure if you were anxious or eager. Perhaps he’d finally finish you off.
“Ryuzaki, are you sure?” Watari questioned.
“She can’t see me,” Ryuzaki replied coolly. “It’ll be fine. By this point, she needs a change of clothes, anyway- the water in fact contained a light dose of a chemical that would make the girl’s mind a little weaker and relax some of her tension, perhaps draw the truth out of her- and I can’t have it spilled on her clothes like it is now.”
Chemical? Draw the truth out of you? Any regrets about rejecting the water drained from your mind the instant Ryuzaki said that. Another tiny victory.
“Go ahead, Watari. I’ll be down shortly.”
Watari complied, and soon you heard footsteps depart from you and eventually vanish.
It was a little while before you heard anyone else again, and you waited anxiously, back aching against the cold, stiff board. Was he going to kill you? Or were you just in for more interrogation? At this point, you’d much rather Ryuzaki just end your misery. Even one more question and you’d go mad.
Despite your rising anxiety, you couldn’t ignore the pull of sleep weighing down your eyelids and blurring your vision. It had been ages since you’d slept properly, and even the small intervals of sleep you managed to get were constantly disrupted by the crackly voice over the intercom waking you up to ask you the same set of questions. Because of this, while waiting for Ryuzaki, you actually began to drift off- but just as you were about to really fall asleep, you heard footsteps echoing throughout the room.
The sound snapped you back to alertness, making you jolt. The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer, and then they stopped right in front of you. You froze, body completely stiff- Ryuzaki had arrived. However, he didn’t speak, which only made you more nervous.
After a few agonizing minutes, you at last heard a voice, allowing you to relax a bit- but it wasn’t much. However, the voice did surprise you- it was a young man, much unlike the crackly sound you’d been hearing for the time that you’d been here. There was a raspy edge to it as well- you could say confidently that it certainly wasn’t an ugly voice. In fact, it was sort of comforting in a twisted manner- it would have been worse if it was an old man watching you this entire time.
“Mr. Matsuda, Aizawa,” Ryuzaki commanded, “turn off the cameras and the audio.”
What?
The two men Ryuzaki had addressed seemed to have a similar reaction as yours. “Huh? L- I mean, Ryuzaki, that’s nuts! This is an interrogation!” came a protesting voice rather loudly through the microphone, the feedback making you flinch. It sounded like a much younger man’s voice, younger than Ryuzaki.
There was a brief pause before another, more mature-sounding voice came through the speaker. “Yeah- Ryuzaki, we trust you, but is that something you really want to do?”
“I want to talk to our suspect alone.” Ryuzaki continued calmly, unfazed by either of the men’s protests. “Matsuda, please turn off the camera and the audio.”
This couldn’t be good at all. Now you were almost certain Ryuzaki was going to kill you. Why else would he want the audio and video off? He couldn’t possibly be letting you go.
Matsuda sighed. “Okay, Ryuzaki, if you say so.” There was a click, soon followed by a second one, and the feedback finally silenced.
You let out an involuntary whimper through your gag. Now you were really alone, and with the blindfold you only had your fate to ponder. Was this it?
You felt Ryuzaki move closer to you, and you bit down on your gag, anticipating his next move- but to your surprise, you felt slender fingers grasp your blindfold and undo it, the metal headpiece falling from your face.
Instantly, you were blinded by the light, and a series of shapes and light exploded in front of your eyes. Flinching, you automatically shut your eyes again, completely overwhelmed with sensory input given you’d been blindfolded for days on end with no break whatsoever. You didn’t even get to see your captor’s face. However, you still felt when he removed the dirty gag from your mouth, the foul taste of the rag damp with your saliva finally leaving.
You couldn’t help the giant gulp of air you took right after Ryuzaki removed the gag, having had a lot of your airway obstructed for almost a week. For quite a while, you just coughed and gasped, making up for lost breath while Ryuzaki simply stood a short distance in front of you and watched.
When your coughing spell finally ceased and you were able to see for the most part, you at last slowly lifted your head from its loll on your chest- coming face to face with your captor at last. And to say the least, you were rather caught off guard.
He was fairly tall, a height you would expect for a man about the age he looked, but that was about the only thing conventional about him. You’d thought it would be a more refined man, polished and cold and calculating, like the head of an organized crime group. However, you were instead met with a pale face with wide, sunken-in gray eyes, a pallor over his entire body and his black hair wildly arranged all over his head. Along with that, he had on a mere white T-shirt and baggy jeans- and no shoes!- rather than the more debonair attire you’d expected him to wear. Pretty much everything about the man was in contrast to what you had thought him to be, and you couldn’t suppress the shocked expression that came across your face.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you upon seeing your expression. “Surprised?”
You said nothing, instead recoiling back against the metal board. No matter what he looked like, this was still your kidnapper who had held you hostage for five days.
“No need to look so nervous.” Ryuzaki shrugged nonchalantly. It was as if he’d done this a million times. “I’m not down here to harm you.”
“You aren’t?” It just popped out. You didn’t know you remembered how to speak words other than the same mantra of “Yes,” “No,” or “I don’t know” in reply to Ryuzaki’s endless interrogation questions.
“Your enunciation is surprisingly good for someone who’s had a gag in their mouth for the past several days,” Ryuzaki remarked casually, his eyes drifting from yours down to your lips. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly circled the metal board you were bound to, inspecting you closely. Revolted, you shrank against the metal as much as possible, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.
Finally, Ryuzaki came back around in front of you. “Your tense body language would suggest that you’re rather wary of me.” He paused, inching closer to you still. “I’m not surprised.”
“No shit,” you managed, giving the detective the most beseeching glare you could.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you. “Well, it’s nice to see you still have at least a bit of fight in you, hm?” Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face directly up to yours, his wide gray eyes burning into yours and startling you. You recoiled as much as possible, but found yourself unable to break away from his gaze. “Now, tell me- what? Do you know? About Kira.” His voice was just a low hiss, and you felt your heart pound in your chest and your breath speed up. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you retorted, “I told you already- I don’t know anything.”
Ryuzaki pulled back after hearing those words, his expression going back to it’s normal stoic self. He didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Alright. Since you don’t seem to be cooperating, I suppose I’ll have to take on another tactic to get you to talk.” Ryuzaki turned away and vanished around a corner for a moment, and for a brief moment you felt scared that he was going to pull out something like a knife or a taser to torture information out of you. But when the detective reappeared, he had something you definitely weren’t expecting him to come out with.
“A vibrator?” you sputtered, unable to contain your disbelief. Ryuzaki didn’t seem rattled by your outburst at all, only fiddling with the device in his hand before looking back up to address you.
“I assume you were expecting me to emerge with some… torture device of some sort. But when it comes to these things, I find pleasure is a much more effective method of interrogation,” Ryuzaki explained, approaching you with the vibrator. “Since you won’t talk, I’ll just have to make you. Now, stay still for me so I can get these clothes out of the way.” Ryuzaki kneeled to the ground and picked up a knife, making you jump, but he addressed you again. “Don’t worry. I just need to take off your clothes without undoing your restraints.”
This helped your nerves a little bit, but not really. Still, you figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to fight him while he had the knife so close to your skin. Ryuzaki held you around the waist with one hand to keep your body still while he dragged the knife down the raggedy white garment you had on, slicing the cloth in half and allowing it to fall from your body effortlessly. You flinched when you felt the cold air hit your skin, but as your body was exposed, you noticed something odd.
“Ah. Judging by the look on your face, I assume you’ve noticed that you’re a little… messy between the legs.”
You looked up at Ryuzaki abruptly. You were indeed unusually wet, despite hardly being aroused- although even when you were you normally weren’t this wet. “What did you do?”
Ryuzaki’s tone was indifferent, as always. “I had a feeling that when I gave you the chemical in the drink that you spilled that you would resist. However, I was prepared. When you were asleep earlier today, I managed to give you the aphrodisiac anyway.” He paused for a second. “However… I think I may have given you slightly more than what was needed to stimulate your erogenous zones, so forgive me.” Ryuzaki bent back down so he was on his knees on the ground with his head level with your crotch. “I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N, before I touch you. What do you know about Kira?”
You bit your lip, legs squirming a bit, but didn’t reply. Ryuzaki waited for your reply, but when he saw that you weren’t going to offer him anything, he turned the vibrator in his hand on and brought it to your exposed clit, making you let out a whimper and try and close your legs.
“Ah, ah, ah- no use in struggling. Your legs are bound, remember?” Ryuzaki reminded you airily, circling the vibrator around your clit lightly. The pleasure making your knees weak made you almost glad that you were leaned against the metal board- his aphrodisiac had been very effective, apparently, because even though Ryuzaki was being quite gentle you were already wriggling and moaning.
“This vibrator does have higher settings, you know,” Ryuzaki informed you. “And I must want you, I can do this all day.” He had the ghost of a smile on his face when he said this, and you knew he wasn’t bluffing. As if to make a point, he hit a button on the vibrator, and you instantly felt when the vibrations increased, your breath hitching as your back arched. “There’s no point in denying that you know anything about Kira, so why don’t you just skip the hassle and tell me what you know?”
You found it difficult to respond with the sensation from the vibrator taking over your senses, but you still managed to say something. “He- isn’t from Japan. He lives in- ah!”
Ryuzaki pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Don’t bother lying. I conducted an experiment aged ago that verified that Kira is in fact Japanese. Try again. And it would be appreciated if you didn’t lie this time.”
Your breathing was heavy and your body flushed, your juices spilling out onto the tips of Ryuzaki’s fingers. God, you wished he hadn’t drugged you, because the pleasure was already almost overwhelming. “Fuck- fine, he is Japanese.”
His tone was hard. “Didn’t I just tell you that I know that already? Why don’t you share with me identifying details about his identity. Try his age, appearance, birthday, or the school he goes to. Are you not a high school senior? Have you noticed anybody that stands out in particular?”
You scoffed. “Why would Kira be in high school? What high school kid has time to commit mass murders like this?”
Wrong answer. Ryuzaki turned up the vibrator higher still and dragged it down your dripping slit until it was positioned at your hole. Slowly, he slid the top of the vibrator inside of you with a very wet sound and began pumping it agonizingly slowly, up and down.
You felt your legs immediately begin to tremble, feeling your own arousal slide down your thighs. With every thrust of the vibrator you let out a whimper, squirming like crazy but unable to escape as Ryuzaki placed one hand on your thigh to still you a bit. Your whole lower body throbbed with arousal and pleasure.
“Ah- please, Ryuzaki-“
“Please? Please, what?” Ryuzaki queried, seemingly not affected at all by how needy you clearly were. “Do you want to orgasm? Is that what it is, Y/N?”
You whimpered and nodded, still squirming and moaning with the vibrator moving inside you. Ryuzaki kept his pace slow and steady, making sure to drag it out as much as possible. You didn’t know how this could feel so amazing and yet awful at the same time, your peak just within reach but escaping every time you were close enough. And you knew that Ryuzaki knew this.
“I’ll let you come all you’d like if you just give me the information I want to know,” Ryuzaki told you plainly. “I’m listening.”
You didn’t want to give Ryuzaki the satisfaction, but god, did the vibrator feel absolutely amazing going in and out of your soaking hole like this- and the aphrodisiac just made you more needy.
“Oh… oh, fuck, mmm, okay- please, Ryuzaki, stop moving the-“
“Oh, is the pleasure too much for you? You are indeed very wet…” Ryuzaki finally paused his movements with the vibrator, and despite the ache you felt in your entrance for more, you were finally able to answer Ryuzaki properly for the most part.
You let out a shaky breath, legs shaking. “I don’t know his first name, but his last name is Yagami. We’re the top students in our class, and one day when we were studying together he told me he was Kira.”
Ryuzaki paused for a moment. “Hm. You don’t seem to be lying this time.” He peered up at your flushed, glistening face before looking back down at the vibrator moist with your juices. Muttering to himself, he said, “Hm, I was right- I did dose you with too much of the aphrodisiac…” Regardless, he slipped the vibrator back inside of you, making you let out a broken moan as he pumped it in and out. “Good girl. Now answer one more question for me.”
You were trembling again, your walls squeezing around the vibrator. Your thighs were wet and sticky now as you nodded, trying to stifle the lewd sounds leaving your lips.
“Alright. How does Kira kill?”
This question made your heart skip a beat- revealing the answer, depending on what Ryuzaki did with it, could be very incriminating and have major implications for mankind as a whole. You hesitated, and Ryuzaki noticed, stopping the movements of the vibrator yet again.
“Go on,” Ryuzaki prompted, waiting expectantly. The vibrator was just centimeters away from your throbbing sex, and you could hear the vibration from beneath you.
Shit. Were you really so desperate that you’d give away something like this?
Apparently so. You wanted to blame it on the aphrodisiac, but you knew you couldn’t do that this time.
“You… won’t believe me, but… there’s something called a Death Note. Whenever you write someone’s name in it, that person dies. I don’t really know all the details, but… that’s how he kills.”
Ryuzaki seemed actually startled by this information, but he didn’t question it, so he knew you weren’t lying. He quickly covered up his surprise with his usual mask of indifference, waiting a few moments before speaking again.
“Oh. Alright, then. I’ll have to retrieve more details later, but for now that will suffice. You seem to have given me all the information you have.”
You didn’t reply, but your back was arched, your pelvis close to L’s head.
Ryuzaki looked back up all of a sudden. “Oh. Right. I suppose it’s only fair of me to let you orgasm.”
You were relieved, as the ache in your pussy was becoming too much to bear. To your surprise, though, Ryuzaki turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground beside him. But before you could be confused about it, he leaned straight down to your sex, the tip of his nose resting just above it, and began to slide his warm tongue along your clit, stopping in between licks to plant sucking kisses along your dripping cunt.
Your legs weakened instantly, and you rode Ryuzaki’s tongue as best as you could strapped to the metal board. The heat and wetness from his mouth felt better than you could have ever imagined, and as you approached your climax, your moans faded into whimpers and broken whines of Ryuzaki’s name. He wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked it slowly, gently, and slipped two slender fingers inside of your sopping hole as well, pumping them back and forth like he did the vibrator.
You came mere minutes later, legs quivering violently and breathing heavily. With a moan of Ryuzaki’s name, you finished in his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips and running down his chin as he peered up at you through his unkempt black hair. He licked all of your cum off of your thighs, running his tongue up and down the length of your thighs and making you shiver at the feeling.
When Ryuzaki was done, he pulled away from your aching and overstimulated cunt before getting back to his feet with the vibrator in hand while you were still trying to catch your breath and still your trembling thighs.
Before you could react, the detective leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You shuddered as you felt your own cum slide down your chin, and Ryuzaki pulled away. “I appreciate you giving me this information. Watari will be down to provide you with a new garment shortly. It may be a while longer before I allow you to leave, but this will be quite helpful.”
And with that, he was gone before you could even answer.
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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year
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Could we possibly get L and reader going at it (wink wink) and then Light literally walks in on them? Whether he joins or not is up to you, i dont mind either way :)
this is the req i was done with and deleted and i’m kms it was so beautiful… here we go take two please work this time 😭🙏
Anyways thanks for participating, sweetlove! means the world <33
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L was a man of strategy. He was intelligent and bold and he’d do just about anything to win, no matter how weird it was. Once, you witnessed him tackle somebody in a bear suit while selling crepes in order to get information on the U.S. government. So his strategies ranged from slightly unreasonable to grass-fed cows in the mayor’s house.
Today, it was grass-fed cows in your house. He came to you with the idea and somehow managed to make you think it was a good one. His logic was that since Light very clearly had a crush on L’s girlfriend and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, he may as well take advantage of it.
L would take you in front of Light, perhaps offer him to join to build trust and vulnerability. You agreed, but things got more complicated when he began taking you on every possible surface in the Taskforce, whenever he had time. It was hard not to cringe when Matsuda made a sandwich on the bare kitchen counter.
Today, L has you propped on a sofa in one of the many living rooms, stripped down to nothing as he sits on his knees. Your back arches and you whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth teasingly.
"Fuck, L..." Your head flies back and rests off the edge of the couch.
His hands wrap around your waist to pull your cunt closer towards him, a smirk on his lips as he drags his tongue down to your drooling core. So lost in your pleasure and loud cries, you don't hear a door open behind you.
Light stands there dumbfounded, holding a stack of documents he'd been dragging around for the past half hour searching for L. He's at an angle where he can see the back of couch where your head thrashes and just barely the side, where he can see your thighs around L's distinctive hair.
His mouth goes dry as you let out a whine. His brain goes crazy between what would make him seem less like Kira and desire for you. For once, the human part of him wins and he takes a step further into the room, slowly closing the door.
He tentatively walks in farther, placing the papers on a table and forgetting about them as he gets closer. At this point he can see your breasts from how deeply your back is arched and L's face buried in your pussy, your legs shaking terribly on his shoulders.
Light stops where he is, a mere few feet away and watches as L pleasures you the way he's dreamed of. Then his breathing stops too, when L's eyes shoot from your face to his. Light waits for screaming commence, to get kicked out and locked in a cell for being a pervert.
But that doesn't happen. L's mouth curves into a amused grin on your clit and lets Light see his tongue flick your clit eagerly. Your whole body is covered in a blush blossoming from where L's fluffy, black hair is. Then you start to make this beautiful, ethereal sound.
Goosebumps appear on your legs and your hands reach between them to tug on L's hair. You sound needy, desperate, pathetic. Light itches to move, to take over. He wants to be the one making you sound like you've reached heaven.
But when he sees the way L is looking at him, he knows that if he wasn't already crossing boundaries, he surely would be then.
So he watches as your chest rises and doesn't fall. He watches he your thighs squeeze infinitely tight and your hands tug hard. He watches as everything tenses and then releases as your cunt gushes all over L with the prettiest sound ever falling from your lips.
There's a beat as you collapse and catch your breath, eyes closed as your shoulders slump in. L slowly pulls his head from you and kisses your thigh.
Then he turns to Light and says, "Would you like to give it a try?"
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osaemu · 3 months
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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH: L LAWLIET
✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has a high fever, but he won't let you take care of him.
contents: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of mild sickness. first time writing for L (my new hyperfixation!)
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“ryu, you can’t seriously work like this,” you insist, tugging at the sleeve of L’s shirt. he doesn’t respond until you snatch the half-eaten pastry out of his hand. “i’m serious!”
L turns and looks at you disbelievingly. “i’m fine,” he responds indifferently, not seeming to notice the red blush spreading throughout his face. “it’s not bad enough to keep me from the investigation,” he adds, making an attempt to retrieve his snack from your outstretched hand.
“you have a fever,” you say pointedly, taking a bite of the sugary sweet. L makes an unimpressed face and sighs, posture worsening even more—is that even possible?—before he turns back to his computer. 
“i can’t even feel it,” L insists, sticking out his bottom lip. you reach out and brush some of his hair out of his eyes, resting the back of your hand on his forehead. either your boyfriend has an otherworldly resistance to sickness or he’s lying, because he’s burning up.
you sigh and let your hand fall from L’s forehead to his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as you watch him scroll through some sort of legal document. obviously, he’s not going to stop working without a reason, so you try a different approach. “L, if you’re sick, does that affect your deductive skills?”
L’s fingers still around the computer mouse, ceasing his scrolling as he looks back up at you. “i guess.”
“so you shouldn’t be working on a really important case while you have a high fever, right? or you could miss something.” 
he scrunches up his nose in response and thinks for a long second. “why are you trying so hard to get me to stop working?” L asks, narrowing his eyes. he tilts his head in genuine curiosity—which is funny, because you think it should be obvious.
you shrug in response, a small smile growing on your lips. “shouldn’t you know already?” you tease, poking his cheek playfully. L looks at you blankly, giving no discernable reaction—like always. “you’re impossible,” you huff, crossing your arms childishly.
“answer the question.”
“because i care about my boyfriend. sue me.”
L blinks, a flicker of surprise shining in his dark eyes. he doesn’t respond, but he does stand up and take your hand, cold fingers tangling with yours as he lets you lead him away. “thank you,” he murmurs, and his voice is almost quiet enough for you to miss his words entirely. you squeeze his hand in response—no need for words.
he rests his head on your shoulder as you exit the dark, shaded investigation room. "can i have the last bite?" he asks tentatively, pointing at the remainder of his pastry that's left in your other hand. you laugh a little and nod, pausing in front of a flight of stairs to feed L the last sugar-filled bite.
L's lips close around the flaky pastry and brush against your fingers, and even with the added blush from his fever, his face noticeably goes a shade pinker.
"you're so cute, ryu," you mumble, brushing away the crumbs that linger around his lips with your thumb. he hums in reply, shadowed eyes closing as he rests his cheek in your palm.
"i'm tired."
"then let me take care of you for a little," you insist, watching as he reopens his eyes and looks back at the ajar door of the investigation room. "please?"
"fine. a couple hours, then i have to get back to the case."
"m'kay, m'kay."
(he ends up falling asleep in your arms and doesn't wake up for seventeen hours straight—but when he does, his fever's gone!)
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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 !!
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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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pfpanimes · 5 months
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⌕ HAPPY B-DAY L.
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rinneroraito · 21 days
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Imagining the small gestures L lets you get away with when he becomes comfortable with you touching him.
He'll let you grab at the ends of his sleeves while you walk together.
You get to touch his hair, poke his cheek, (or even his side when you find his dry remarks amusing) and you're the only one who gets to do so.
When you share a seat on the couch, he won't mind if you get a little too close that your shoulders are basically touching and your elbows bump against each other when you move. He doesn't tell you to move away, but adjusts his arms so that he can type easily or feed himself with whatever dessert he currently has.
He'll let you feed him his sweets when he's busy using both of his hands to type.
And sometimes, the desserts don't come with utensils, so you feed him a pastry, a candy or a piece of fruit with only your hands, holding it carefully between your thumb and forefinger. He opens his mouth to you while his eyes are still glued to his screen and you pop the sweet into his mouth. His lips graze your finger as he closes them, chewing thoughtfully and, even though it's improper for someone to keep talking with their mouth full, there's something endearing about him telling you "thank you" as he chews.
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simply-hyacinth · 1 year
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You write L so wonderfully and so in character. I had a request if they’re still open: Could I request Reader (any gender) giving L his first kiss, teaching him how to kiss in the process, and L discovering that he really enjoys the sensation of kissing? I headcanon L as so mentally devoted to his work that his physical form has kind of taken a backseat, and so something like a kiss or touch from the right person can ignite in him a new understanding of himself. Thanks for reading! 💖
So, I was gonna answer this later because I have a truly astounding amount of homework to get done, but how could I keep you waiting? Anyways, I tried my best to adhere to your request, and I'm so sorry if it's disappointing, I've never really done this before. Please let me know if you want anything else written or rewritten, or literally anything. Your wish is my command. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! I am trying to write him as realistically as possible because I saw too much ooc L, and so I'm doing my best.
“Cake?” You asked, setting it down in front of him gently so as to not disturb his setup. 
“Thank you.” He responded. His eyes never left the screen as he picked up the fork and began to eat. 
He had arrived at your apartment last night and in typical L fashion, had given you little notice before knocking on your door with a briefcase of files and papers. He had turned your living room into a crime scene, and as far as you knew, hadn’t slept a wink since he had gotten here. 
You didn’t want to ask him any questions or bother him, despite how incredibly curious you were, but you did want to be sure he wasn’t wasting away under your watch. If that meant feeding him desserts every hour to ensure that something was being consumed, then so be it.
“Cake for dinner,” You said softly to the air, shaking your head as you served yourself a slice. “I’m living my childhood dreams.”
Taking a seat next to L, you very carefully pulled a blanket up to your lap. You watched him cautiously, worried that your movements might distract him.
“You are not bothering me.” He said abruptly. 
You froze “Are you sure? I can just go to my room if - “
“No, I quite enjoy your presence.” He turned to you. “And if anything, I should be the one worried about bothering you. I have completely taken over your living room with my research.”
In furious denial, you responded, “No not at all! I love having papers about - “ You pick up a paper and skim the first sentence. “ - mass murders…on my couch…”
L let out a soft chuckle, to which you gave him a smile in return. “I should be thankful that you have not yet tired of my existence.”
“How could I ever? You’re my best customer.” You gestured to the state of your messy kitchen - a result of all the baking and cooking you had done for him since he had arrived. 
He responded with a little laugh, and turned back to his screen. You admired how much he devoted himself to his work, however it worried you nonstop to see how it ate away at him, both mentally and physically. 
You didn’t pretend to understand what he did. As far as you could tell, he was a spy or detective of sorts. He never confirmed or denied your guesses, but there were certain aspects of his routine that allowed you to infer what you could.
What you were sure of, however, was that the only time he was ever able to properly relax was when he was around you. Which only made it that much more saddening that he was so immersed in his research at this moment in time.
But you said nothing. It was never your place to interfere or say anything. That was how the two of you worked.
You picked up your book from the table in front of you and began to read. It was nice, being near him and the two of you being allowed to do your respective things. In fact, the book you were reading was one he had suggested for you after you told him it had been a while since you found a good book.
So far, you were quite happy with the recommendation.
After a couple of hours of just being next to each other and occasionally exchanging words, you began to doze off. The book slipped out of your hands and your head dropped onto L’s shoulder.
For the first time in hours, he was completely taken out of his work mindset. The weight of your body slumped against his was so warm. He knew it probably would be best to let you sleep, but how was he meant to get any work done if you were right against him?
Lucky for him, you started to stir, yawning as you awoke from your brief nap. “You’re here?”
“I’ve been here since yesterday.” He replied quietly.
You quickly noticed how much of his personal space you had accidentally invaded and shot straight up. “Shit, I didn’t mean to - “
L reached over and took your hand. It was a bit of an awkward grab, but you understood he meant it to be comforting. “You do not bother me.” His words were firm. 
“Right,” You breathed out, unknowingly lacing your fingers with his. “I forgot.”
“You also seemed to forget that I was here,” He noted. “You were surprised.”
Your cheeks heated up at his observation. “I think…I’m not used to you being so present next to me. It was a bit shocking to wake up practically sleeping on you.”
He was silent for a moment, and then, “Elaborate. On the part about me being present.”
“It’s not a matter of you being physically absent, but I mean you’re always so absorbed in your work that it’s like you forget I’m here or even where and who you are. Mentally, you are on another planet almost ninety percent of the time.” You explain, embarrassed. 
This seemed to bother him. You noticed the way his grip on your hand loosened and his shoulders deflated even more. 
“I never meant to make you feel that way.”
Your heart broke at how defeated he sounded. “Not at all! I just want you to be aware that you’re allowed to relax around me. You’re under no obligations here.”
He nodded. “Then you should also know that I don’t mind you being close to me.” He looked down at where your hands were still intertwined. “I’ve come to enjoy being in contact with you.”
You laughed lightly, relieved. “Thank goodness. I could kiss you right now, you know?”
“You could.” He confirmed quickly. “It would certainly be an experience I’ve never had before.”
To that, your laughter stops. “Never? You’ve never been kissed before?”
“I think I, of all people, would know if I had been.” He said dryly. 
“Would you want me to kiss you?” You asked him, your words hushed and curious. 
He pondered it for a moment. “I would want you to, of course. I have no expectations on whether or not I will enjoy it, as I have no previous experience to form them from. However, based off of what the vast majority of the population would - “
You decided you had enough of his talking and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and using your free hand to hold his face gently as you did. 
By kissing standards, it was not perfect. It was soft and awkward, but to you it was pure bliss. And as you pulled away and saw the gratified look in his eyes, it was fairly evident he felt similarly.
“How was that?” You asked teasingly.
“I’m not sure,” He replied. “I think you should do it again, for me to provide you with a satisfactory answer.”
You let out a laugh and leaned against him. “To be entirely honest with you, I haven’t kissed many people before.”
“In comparison to them, how did I do?” 
“Well, that was just a basic kiss.” You explained. “If you really want to be memorable, you should try a little harder.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “And how should I do that?”
You gave him a sly smile and moved until his back was pressed against the couch cushions and you were positioned slightly above him, your legs on either side of his lap. 
“Just open your mouth…” And like the obedient boyfriend he was, he did. “...lean forward…” Your lips met his again and you pulled him in closer; so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest.
The two of you quickly fell into a rhythm, and for someone who claimed to have never been kissed before, he was oddly passionate.
Breathless, you pulled away and beamed at him. “I would say that was pretty good. You?”
“If I wished to rank it, I would have to kiss other people to properly make a comparison.” You met his eyes, a teasing spark illuminated within them.
You scrunched up your nose. “Don’t joke. You are horribly unfunny.”
“Your lies do not concern me.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise. 
“It appears you like being kissed then?” 
“If it’s by you, then yes.” He sighed, a mixture of content and sadness. “I apologize for making you feel so unwanted around me while I work. I truly appreciate your presence and your efforts to distract me.”
You nodded acceptingly. “Well, do they at least work?”
L smiled. “They do.”
With a little exhale of relief, you rested your body against his and closed your eyes. “Anyways, you’re pretty good at that whole kissing thing. Maybe we can make it a habit.”
He squeezed your hand lightly. “I would like that.”
Because there was something so satisfying about kissing you, or even touching you, that made him only crave it more. L, whose mind was forever restless, had come to a complete halt the moment your lips had touched his. 
It appeared that the only tried and true thing that could ever relax him and bring him out of an overworked state of mind, was being with you. 
It was selfish. So incredibly selfish of him. To be with you, knowing the dangers, knowing the consequences, all because it made him feel good.
But he couldn’t help it. Not if it meant the possibility of kissing you again. And so he solidified this resolve in his mind that he wanted you, and only ever you. He knew there could be nothing good to come of this in the long run, but for now, you were both content in each other’s company.
L never stopped thinking about this moment. It might have been one of the only ones where he could truly say he was happy. 
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cultherent · 1 year
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Incomplete Report
TW: spanking | WC: 2.4k
How did you end up here? L on top of you, the both of you in a heated kiss, and no one watching. His skin is paper white except for the hickies you left on his neck. His eyes were wide, they were calling to you, yearning for more.
. . . 
It was later in the night, everyone had gone to their rooms and it was only you and L working. “Y/N, are you almost finished with your reports?” L sat in his chair, his feet straddling the end of his seat like always. He sucked on a lollipop, his eyes on you, waiting for a reply.
You brushed the hair out of your face and look up from your laptop, the bags under your eyes showing. The man frowned, ready to get you a coffee if you needed it.
“I’m almost done, I just need to figure out a few more things.” 
Exhaling from your nose, your gaze fell back on your monitor, frustrated that you’ve been at it for so long. Hearing rolling sounds beside you, L sat right next to you.
“Do you mind if I take a look?” You sighed, ready to rebuttal, but he took the laptop without your confirmation. “Let’s see…” His finger fell onto his lip, he bit down softly, and you watched him. 
A part of you was happy he was this close to you. His elbow was near yours, and you imagined yourself brushing your arm against it. You didn’t realize you were daydreaming, staring at his arm, until his head made its way to your stuck eyes’ view.
“Uh-” Your eyes widened, and you backed up. You wished you didn’t react that way. You wanted to linger there just enough to get a good whiff. 
“I can finish this for you. It’s almost complete, and you look like you really need some rest.”
Your arms raised, your fingers saying no, but the man didn’t care. You frowned and then stood from your chair. L turned on the lights to make sure you didn’t trip, the brightness causing you to wince.
“I’ll come with you,” you felt L approach you once again, this time holding your arm in his. “Close your eyes, I’ll lead you to your room.” You did as told, closing your eyes and clinging to him. 
On your journey to your room, you leaned close to L. Every time you breathed in, you smelled how sweet he was, exactly like the sweets he ate. That thought made you wonder, and you wanted to know if he tasted just like the lollipop he was sucking. 
This wasn’t the first for you to daydream about your boss. His appearance and stature might have been a turn-off for some people, but his lanky body and demeanor just made you cave. To help you sleep every night, you’d dream about all the things you’d do to him. You’d dream about pulling his hair, seeing your handprint on his ass, and seeing what he looked like unclothed. 
You already knew how his ass looked when he and Light were fighting, you were extremely delighted.
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“We’re here, you can open your eyes.” L stood beside your door, waiting for you to react.
You smiled and thanked him. You went and opened your door, but you hesitated in the doorway. You turned around, your eyes connecting with his. Your mouth opened, then closed, your pupils darting to the floor. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure of what.
“Are you alright? Do you need to talk to me about something?”
“I-...” You sighed, scratching the back of your head. “Just, thank you again.” He smiled and nodded, but he still stood there. You leaned on your door and widened your mouth again, “I don’t mean to take so long with these reports. I could do them faster. It’s just… you’re the problem L.” His head cocked back as his eyebrow arched, his eyes opening more ever so slightly. 
“What do you mean I’m the problem?”
Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe you were done with having this crush on him, but you were letting it out now. Who cares about how it might change everything? You didn’t really think it would. You mostly cared about your work and catching Kira. So, if he didn’t reciprocate anything, you could just move on and focus better.
“Y’know what.” His eyes stayed fixed on yours, “I like you L. I’ve liked you for a while. I can’t concentrate on my work well enough because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
It took a moment, but he responded, “You like me?”
“Yes, I like you.” 
After another pause, “I like you too, Y/N.”
The both of you stood there for God knows how long soaking in the shared knowledge that was dumped on the both of you. When you finally recuperated yourself, you smiled, your cheeks heating. L was doing the same.
“Do you want to come inside?” 
L nodded and entered your room, you close the door behind him. You motioned for him to sit on your bed and you sat beside him. Your bodies were turned, wanting to gaze at one another. You watched as he shifted in his jeans, his posture curled towards you. He moved his black hair away from his face only for it to fall back into place. Laughter broke the silence that the room was once filled with. 
“That’s one reason I like you,” you placed your hand on your bed and leaned on it. “I really like your mannerisms. Like how you have to eat your candies and how you curl in your chair.”
The man smiled, “I like yours as well. I like when you move your hair and reveal your neck or when you're nervous because you fidget.”
Your cheeks heat again, your posture shifting to scrunching into itself, wanting to feel your skin on your skin. “Stowp,” your hands rushed to your face, and you hid behind them. L chuckled and moved closer to you, moving your hands away with his own. The contact sent a warm rush through your body.
With the small string of confidence you had, you sat up and moved to be inches away from him. You could feel his breath on you, but he didn’t back away, “I want to know how you taste.” Your eyes turned sultry, your lips now with a thin layer of saliva. “I want to know if you taste like candy.”
L’s pale skin showed a hint of pink around his cheeks, and he smiled. Collecting courage for himself, “Then kiss me.”
Never in a million years did you think this was ever going to happen, you connecting your lips with L, feeling how soft they were, and finding out he tasted exactly like sugar. His taste was contagious. You only wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stuck your tongue out during your kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, and you found your tongues dancing with each another. 
As the kiss intensified, you found your back pressed against your bed, L on top of you. Your hands traveled all around his back. You used your fingers to run up and down his sides. Your kisses traveled to his neck, your lips attaching to the skin and leaving marks. As you did, you heard noises come from the man above you making you smirk on his skin. Soon enough, your hands traveled to his ass and you found yourself with your hands under his pants, squeezing him. 
Lawliet moaned, and he felt his legs go weak, his chest falling onto yours. Your lips separate, your hands going to the nape of his back, and you gazed at his lips and chuckled. The skin around his lips was red.
“I like how reactive you are” He smiled and fell onto your bed, him laying beside you. 
“Watch this,” he lifted his plain white T, which you used to joke camouflaged with his skin, and dragged his fingers across his stomach. Red lines slowly appeared causing your wet dreams to replay in your head.
“Can you go on your stomach?” He nodded, his head facing you, his eyes littered with wonder.
You hooked your fingers under his jeans and glanced for approval. With a nod, you lowered his jeans and realized why you didn’t feel extra fabric. He was commando.
“Do you do this often?”
“No. We ran out of laundry detergent, and I’m out of boxers.”
You both chuckled, and you placed your hand on one of his cheeks. It was soft, and the skin was bare. He was warm, and he smiled when you placed your lips on it. Leaving a kiss, you bit down softly and left a red mark. 
“Do you mind if I do something?”
“Go ahead.” In an instant, you smacked his ass. Your handprint next to the bite mark you left. “You can go harder if you want.”
“Is that a suggestion or a request?” You smirked as you rubbed his butt. He grabbed the sheets of your bed and hid behind them. “Oh, come on. Don’t lose your confidence now.”
“A request.” You blushed and grinned, L doing the same.
You found yourself mesmerized by L’s ass. The way it bounced when you hit it, the fact that your hand was perfectly copied onto his skin, and how he’d whine and ask you for more. 
What you didn’t know was that L was secretly very kinky. Whenever it was one of those days and his hormones would scream to be let out, he'd watch videos like what you two were doing in the bedroom. He’d fantasized about it and kinda hoped that he’d do it with you. To plead and beg for more, to be on his knees. He wanted to be below you, but he beat himself up for it. He shouldn’t have been thinking about an employee like that. In his own way, he showed he cared by being nicer to you. 
“Huuughh~” L let out as you started stroking his cock. He was on his knees, his back arching, and his hands clenching the bed’s footboard as you knelt behind him. You yanked on his charcoal hair, his eyes reaching the ceiling. You smirked, satisfied that in front of your bed were mirrors, so you could see every single expression he made. 
“Look how pretty you look,” you lowered yourself, grabbing his face in your hand and kissing him. 
“Fuuuck, Y/N, stroke me faster,” you did as told, and whimpers engulfed the room.
Your attention went to his backside. You continued to fasten the pace as you caressed his balls. Soon enough, you began to kiss his gooch and pressed your tongue against it.
This evoked a cry. “If y-you keep d-doing that. I’m... I’m gonna-” 
His legs clenched, his torso fell onto the bed, and you heard him stifle his cries. You felt the warm liquid on your hand, and you gazed at it with interest. Lawliet rolled over, his back on the bed.
He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to him, “Sorry for making a mess on your hand.” He gazed into your eyes before ingesting it all. “All clean. Now it’s your turn.”
“There’s no need for that, I’m tired anyways.”
His eyes furrowed then he grinned, “Well, this will definitely make you fall asleep.”
You laid back where your pillows were, and L placed himself in between your legs. He kissed up and down your thighs, smiling at you whenever your eyes connected.
“Nice and sweet,” he gazed at your underwear, which was clearly stained with your fluids. He placed his fingers on you over your underwear, making small circles around your clit. 
You clung onto a pillow, biting your lip as he did. His actions fastened and then slowed, creating a little pattern. You moaned quietly, whining for more. He then removed your underwear to see the river that you left for him to turn into a lake. The motion you were getting before stopped as he drooled, staring at how beautiful you were. His fingers inspected your folds; he was so happy to see your beauty to the fullest, to be so trusting that you’d be this vulnerable with him.
His motions began shortly when your groaning continued, but he teased you. He didn’t touch your clit, but instead the crevasses of your folds, going up and down. A part of you wanted more, but the other liked how much he liked you. You felt just a little more confident in yourself. 
L’s lips pressed against your clit, but before he did, “You’re gorgeous.”
His pace fastened after time, and you gripped onto your sheets tightly, needing something to hold you back. Pressing his hand on your stomach, he slowly inserted a finger in you. It went in smoothly due to you being so wet, and you moaned from it. His finger curled, and after a bit of fiddling, he found that spot that made you want to scream with pleasure. 
As he curled, you couldn’t help but shove a pillow in front of your mouth to make sure not too much noise came out. His tongue attached to your clit as he started pleasuring it again.
“L, I’m gonna cum,” you let out from the sudden contact. He smiled and sped up the pass.
“Fuck~” you moaned as you clenched onto a body part. Your legs stiffened as your eyes rolled back, and heat rushed all through your whole body. Your eyes closed and you almost fell asleep. 
L was still near your clit, eating away your cum. “Thank you, L. I’m gonna clean myself up and go to bed.” L moved away and nodded, following you into your private bathroom. 
Laying in your bed, you were happy to find L beside you, hugging your torso. He wore one of your fluffy pajama pants, and you matched him. After only a little bit of cuddling, you both fell asleep.
. . . 
“L, what happened to your neck?” Light questioned as he watched L walk into the office. 
Lawliet raised his eyebrow and pointed towards the hickeys, “There’s nothing on my neck.”
You swiveled in your chair, internally admiring your work, “Yeah, what are you talking about? There’s nothing there.”
It will one day be forgotten because the next day, they were gone. Not really… just covered up with foundation. 
Light looked at the both of you baffled, and as everyone else entered the room, they supported your claims, throwing him into a frenzy. You and L chuckled.
The both of you told the team that you put hickies, using makeup, on L’s neck and to pretend that they weren’t there. Light was shocked, making comments the whole day. 
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flametrashira · 2 months
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Do u think L likes cuddlefucking? 😙😙 (I apologise pls don’t banish me to the horny cage)
Get in the horny cage! *opens the door from the inside because I'm already in there*
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Also more L content for you @maevearcher 💖
NSFW. fem!reader.
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For most of his life, L slept in his chair. It was always more comfortable that way until he met you. Now he sleeps curled up beside you in bed, snuggled against your back or your chest.
"It appears I have no preference on sleeping position as long as I'm facing you; that seems to be the only necessary factor for me to rest well. You comfort me just by being there; your scent, the steady rhythm of your breath, the warmth of your body. My... mind is quiet when I'm with you."
He adores it when you hold him, stroking your fingers through his hair, letting your fingertips glide down to the back of his neck and the top of his spine, your feathery touch making him tingle all over. He smiles against your collarbone, cuddling into you, wanting to be as close as possible, his cock hardening and prodding the seam of your thighs.
"Sex with you is always pleasurable. The physical sensation is very enjoyable, I sleep better afterward, and my mind is clearer."
He'll never leave you guessing if he's in the mood.
And he loves cuddling, sliding into you as the two of you share slow, lazy kisses, skin-on-skin contact, tender touches. It's pure bliss. He loves the weight of your thigh hitched up on his hip, the languid pace of your movements. Your breaths mingle, warming the air between you, eyes half-closed, your arms draped around his shoulders as he lazily thrusts.
Muffled groans rumble against your shoulder, his lips slack, pressed to your skin. His belly flutters against yours as his pleasure gradually builds. Occasionally he'll stop thrusting altogether, letting you cockwarm him as he slips his hand between you and slowly circles your clit with his fingertip. He likes to feel you flutter and squeeze; he'll keep that going for as long as he can.
L fucks you like you have all the time in the world, indulging in you for as long as he can. When he eventually cums it's with a sleepy "Mmh... mmh... mghhh," his grip on you tightening just a little, face cradled in the curve between your neck and shoulder as he tenses up, riding the wave of his orgasm.
And he stays inside you long afterwards, until he's either hard and ready to go again, or so soft and pliant he slips lazily out, curling his knees up and dozing in your arms.
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rosazoldyckk · 1 year
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𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑳 𝑳𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Title: It’s yours alone. Fandom: Death Note. TW’s: Extreme mentions of Yandere/Obsessive behaviour, mentions of kidnapping and manipulation, a bit of non-consensual behaviours near the end (ONLY KISSING THOUGH!!) . If these make you uncomfortable then please read with caution or skip
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It's been almost three weeks since the infamous L Lawliet had saved you. And you had not stopped crying since.
It was driving him insane, the tears rolling down your beautiful plump cheeks. He loved how you looked with your cute lip-pouted, and tear-stained face, how your skin gets tinted, and the sniffle and twitch of your nose. You were just so unbelievably adorable.
Yet how could he enjoy such a sweet impression when it was made by sadness and not pleasure or happiness? It completely baffled the man as to why you were crying so much anyways. You probably missed your friends and family and the outside world. But he was here for you, to listen to your venting and frustration, yet you refused to even bat an eye towards him.
He really tried to help, he gave you as much space as you needed. He made sure that Watari had memorised your favourite meals, games, books, whatever it may be. L loved you, he wanted to make you feel good before you got used to him.
He knew you tried to escape a couple of times when he had been out doing detective work. He had cameras in his home, and he made a habit of watching you from his little computer room. He didn't need to bring up punishments yet since you were barely functioning at the moment, so he settled for watching and making his plan.
It was how he was now in this situation. With a sigh, L pushed the door open, restless on his feet to look at you in person again. You were a drug to him, and he had previously satisfied his urges with a glimpse of you while you walked home, gazing at you while you changed, unconscious of the eyes watching. But all he had now was his cameras, and he was already tired of that.
When the door swung open, he saw your head snap in his direction, your semi-relaxed posture straightening on the bed, and sitting up in a more alerting position. When your eyes met, he could feel his heart racing, alive, more so than he had felt in years. Yours glistened with unshed tears, already puffy with the previous nights worth of crying.
The silence hung in the air waiting to be pierced through. And though the detective believed he outgrew the puppy-eyed awkward phase of his life you made him feel like he felt then, the small newbie in Wammy's orphanage he was when his obsession love started. He gulped a bit, regaining his composure and walking in, closing the door.
Your eyes darted around the room, fingers lacing in the sheets. He gasped softly, "...You... "
"W-what?" You're voice shook, it made him hesitate. Your eyes narrowed in a glare, "What? What do you want from me?!"
He was taken aback. You were screaming at him, chest heaving, short huffs for breath and anger evident in your eyes. Your tone was grating to the raven haired man. L held himself together, not to make a scene and appear lacking in control. But his heart jumped at your tone. He understood why you were reacting like this, he had calculated this reaction, it was the beginning of his strategy. So despite the strange feeling boiling in his chest, he ignored it. Instead, he focused on you. How beautiful you looked.
"What are you here for?" Your voice broke. Though he ignored your words and approached you, he held his breath, inhaling softly in hopes to steal a little of your scent, he stood in front of you, and he felt dizzy.
He felt his breath evaporate, he couldn't feel anything but notice how your hair looked, how your skin seemed to glow despite the dimly lit room, how your eyes, despite the rampant hatred in them, held the galaxies in their depth. Your presence threatened him by wobbling his knees, demanding him to fall to his knees and truly worship you. You were divine, he was lucky to be in your gaze.
You were so ethereal.
Your lips shook with a sob, and snapped him out of his mind. Your hands rubbed your eyes, though the tears didn't leave, only fell faster, bigger, and your sobs louder. "...Are y-you going t-to..." You breathed in a soft shaky breath, "k-kill me?"
...kill you?
It took him a moment to comprehend what you were saying. Kill you? He would never even fathom such a sinful thought. Ever since he met you at Wammy's orphanage he fucking cherished you, you were his everything. His whole existence rested on yours, that's exactly why he had to save you. That's why he have to rush everything. But it's okay, it will be now, you were here, and his strategy had changed. He reached out, ignoring the way you flinched back when his hand touched your skin.
You hated the response you gave. The way your body froze when he crept close, the raven-haired man's eyes wide and watching, unnerving you more. His fingers slowly caressed your skin, even with your brows furrowed, his hands caressed you with all of a strange intent in his touch.
"kill you?" he muttered, dazed. "No, No. No, never, darling, I would never dare, your life is mine, mine is yours." His voice lowered still. "Love, I only saved you, I'd never do that."
Your eyebrows furrowed, cringing in your own skin when he leaned in more, his forehead leaning on yours, even if you tried to back away. His hand moved down, dropping onto yours. His crooked fingers gripped your own, and you jumped a little, but he didn't do anything to respond to your jittery behaviour, he was too dazed. Too dazed by something you couldn't understand.
L stared, his large coal eyes bore into your own. His hand pulled yours upwards and towards him. You were frozen still, and nervous to resist. Thoughts of when he abducted you in your mind, the way he manhandled you, the bruises still staining your skin, and you couldn't resist. You couldn't resist. You were terrified.
He placed your hands on his chest and inhaled deeply. He smiled softly, "My heart, can you hear it, love?"
His heartbeat fluttered softly. You hated the way his heartbeat made your stomach explode in butterflies, It was warm, a shiver crawling up from your stomach, it burned faintly. You didnt understand.
"Do you hear it?" L whispered. "Do you hear my heart, Y/N? It's beating. It's beating for you."
You shook your head slowly. “Please-“
"I live for you, Y/N."
L leaned in, you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the worst.
Warm, soft lips pressed against your own, and your eyes opened along with your mouth from pure shock. L did not let this opportunity slip by. Before you could snap it shut again, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, sliding it around every-which-way, exploring every single corner. Nothing was left untouched.
Stop -
You squirmed, trying to shove the sick man off of you, but he pinned your wrists to the sides of your hips, pressing his mouth even harder against yours. A low rumble of pleasure sounded in his throat as he kissed you absolutely breathless.
L pulled away, both of you gasping, one simply for air, while the other from need of oxygen as well as horror. You tried once more to break free of L's grasp, but he was simply too strong for you.
"Y/N." L's voice had gone husky. You avoided his eyes, afraid to set loose the monster inside that was already making it's presence known.
"You must understand my heart…it's yours alone."
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tonilovessushi · 1 year
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treats ! l lawliet
PART I
part ii - part iii - part iv
summary: the way to a mans heart goes through his stomach... that's what your grandmother used to say. Turns out she was quite right, when being L personal baker pays off in more ways than you had imagined...
➻❥ l lawliet x fem! reader
➻❥ fluff
➻❥ warnings: mentions of murder, problems with money
notes: y/a is your alias
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The task force members all stared at the young man in front of them in confusion. Could this really be the mighty and mysterious detective whom they had only ever heard the voice of through a voice changer? He certainly didn't look the part, though masterminds had to be a little eccentric, right? But this guy took it to another level. Sitting in his chair in a weird hunched over position, knees tucked under his chest with wide, black eyes that seemed to stare into ones soul which made everyone he locked eyes with, which he did rarely enough, a little uneasy, and dark shadows under them, like he hadn't gotten any sleep in years. His pale skin only added to his ailing appearance. And then his voice. As unsetteling as his eyes and monotone, cold, devoid of any emotion.
In front of him stood an empty plate, covered with crumbs, and the detective poked around in it with a fork, trying to pick up the last ones with an unsatisfied scowl on his face. He gave up on that and instead went for a cup of tea, adding a dozend sugarcubes to his drink.
Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, Matsuda was the one to break the silence. "Excuse me, L-"
"From now on I'll have to ask that you stop calling me 'L', it's 'Ryuzaki' now, just to be safe," the raven haired man cut him off.
Slighly irritated, Matsuda cleared his throat. "Uh, okay, Ryuzaki-"
But he didn't get to finish his sentence again, because L raised his voice and turned his head back, the other task force members following his eyes. "y/a, dear, would you mind getting me another piece of your ravishing shortcake? strawberry and chocolate, please"
You stood in the door to his room, leaning against the door frame, hands behind your back. The task force members shared confused glances and then shifted their attention back to you, who now stepped closer. In their knowledge, Watari was L's only assistant. They couldn't explain the sudden appearance of a girl. One that looked totally normal, compared to her two partners. Hair in a bun, wearing jeans and a green shirt, seemingly strained with- was that flour? The kind smile on your face looked even more comforting next to L's cold stare. You brought your hands forth from behind your back, a plate with a slice of cake in each of your hands, and placed them before the detective who looked pleasently surprised.
"Shall I refill your tea can, Ryuzaki?" you asked kindly, L giving you a swift nod as you grabbed the dishes and left the room, leaving behind a sweet smell.
"Before you ask, that's y/a," L said in his usual monotone voice, picking up his fork and taking one bit of every slice before licking his lips in satisfaction.
"Is she-?" Aizawa began, who was still looking at the door the girl had left through.
"my baker," L said plainly. "now, back to the case."
But it was hard to ignore you at the times you were in the room, bringing L cake and sweets, magically appearing whenever he needed it. The men thought it was witchcraft. When you came out of the room once more, balancing three empty plates in your hands, you almost collid with Watari. Giving the old man a warm smile and a "pardon" which he returned, you quickly left the room and returned to the hotel kitchen. At this time, no one was here anymore, so there was no hotel staff eyeing you curiously and you didn't have to cover your face. L insisted on it, claiming the danger you'd put yourself in if you showed your face was to great, even though you barely had anything to do with his cases. It was the possibility of someone using you as a way to get to him that worried the detective.
It had been like this for years now, since L had given you this job. Working at a small bakery in London, you had been visited more frequently by an old man who never showed his face properly. Watari, as you knew now. The amount of pastries and sweets he had buyed every day had confused you a bit. A man his age could not possibly host a party every day, right? And no living human could posess the ability to eat an elephant's weight of cake a day.
Over time, you had begun to grow fond of the lovely man, always conversating happily when he showed up. He had been a bit closed up but good to talk to, and you had figured that that was the reason he showed up daily, until he had told you of his boss. Appereantly, there was nothing his employer had craved more than your sweets. Watari hadn't told you anything else about this mysterious figure, other than that he was obsessed with your pastries. You had felt flattered, but had also been a bit worried, asking about the mans health if he ate everything Watari bought. That had made him laugh.
When Watari had come back to L that day, he had been surprised to see the young detective waiting at the door. It was unusual for L to be found anywhere else than before his computer screen these days, since he had been working on a tough case for weeks now. But there he was, staring at his mentor expectantly, without any techincal devices in sight. His eyes showed pure boredom which told Watari, who was probably the only one able to read L in some ways, that-
"I'm finished," L said as Watari closed the apartment door. "The case is done"
Sighing, Watari hung his coat over the door, prepared for the usual mood drop his protégé tended to suffer from when he had closed a case. But at least there was a way to lift his mood even the slightest bit. While L built a sugarcube tower with a continuously deepening scowl, Watari placed the baked goods on one of the tables and opened one of the boxes, the sweet smell of his beloved strawberry shortcake escaped it, filled the room and reached the detectives nose who immediately looked up and locked his big, dark eyes to the oh so familiar box. He presented his hand like a plate for Watari to place the cake there. There was nothing he craved more in this moment than this heavenly masterpiece of flavor spectecularity. The ray of sunshine in his misery.
Chuckling, Watari followed the silent order and L began to happily munch his cake. Watari sighed deeply, sat down on the couch opposite him and watched as L licked his lips to chase the strawberry flavour. It astounded him how fast that boy consumed cake, and your cake in particular. Within less than a minute, he had swallowed the last bit and now took small bites of the strawberry that had been placed on top of it.
"Now that you are finished with this case," the older man began and tried to meet the detectives gaze, but it was fixated on the half eaten strawberry. "There is someone you might want to meet"
Now, he had L's attenntion. The dark orbs pierced him for a few seconds, then: "It's not a case, there is no way someone could've contacted you on the way and it's exactly 11:15 p.m., 11:12 when you arrived, that's about two minutes less than the average time you need to pick cake up, and i can rule out that you have been getting a case before that. Who is this person and why do you feel like I need to meet them?"
"There is a girl, she runs the bakery that provides you with the cake you've taken such a great liking in," Watari said and L blinked a few times.
"Oh, yes," the young man agreed, though seemingly a bit confused why he would need to meet you. "She's not closing that bakery, is she? That would be very unfortunate. I have never tasted anything remotely comparable to her cake. It amazes me how she does that"
Watari sighed. Sometimes, it was unbelievable to him how the man that could analyse anyone within seconds tended to be so helpless when it came to deducting himself. "I believe you are a bit ... lonely"
"I have you," L answered instantly, swallowing the last bit of the fruit he had been holding and looked him straight in the eye.
Wataris eyes softened a bit as he stood up and got him a collection of rainbow colored cupcakes. As he placed them before L who was still looking at him from that same position on the couch which forced him to look up to him with his owl-like eyes, he placed a hand on L's shoulder. "Do me a favour and visit her tomorrow. I promise, you'll like her"
And he did. The day after that, still grumpy because of the down following the high of a tough case, the detective made his way to your small bakery. You were already waiting, this was the time Watari tended to visit your shop day for day and his usual order was already ready for him to pick up. When the door creaked, you greeted your newest friend with a bright smile, only for it to falter a bit in Irritation when you saw the stranger stand in the doorway. That surely wasn't Watari, but somehow, this man was even more of an unconventional sight to lay eyes on than the old cloaked man.
For a moment, you wondered if he was maybe homeless, even though his oversized shirt and pants were meticulously held clean. His untamed black hair, sticking out from his head on all sides, looked like a bird's nest. You wouldn't have been surprised if a hen had actually nested in it. His skin was white as marble, almost unhealthily pale, in contrast to his large black eyes, which reminded you of an owl and seemed to look straight into your soul, piercing you. Those haunting eyes were adorned with dark shadows, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. So he too was an insomanic, just like you, only he didn't make any effort to hide the dark circles under his eyes. Despite all that, the stranger didn't look bad at all. You would go as far as to say that he was probably the only person who was able to look good even with that appearance.
"Good Morning, can I help you?" you asked with a bright smile. In truth, you didn't have that many customers.
The man shambled towards your counter and looked at you with his void filled eyes. Or maybe not void. As you subconsiously tilted your head a bit, you felt like there was more to him, like he was hiding something- making an effort to appear like there was nothing inside him, and suddenly you thought that he reminded you of a lost child, one that was standing in the middle of an IKEA and looking at every adult face, hoping to find his mum and dad. But maybe you were just overanalyzing a completely normal and totally-not-lost stranger. You tended to do so.
"Uhm ... yes," L said, he himself surprised how insecure he sounded.
Your smile was kind of intimidating to him. It seemed so genuine. L could deal with fake smiles send his way, he was used to them when his clients, who thought of him as an arrogant asshole, thanked him for solving their cases, and with Wataris smiles that he had grown up with, but yours was so different and it took him off guard, he didn't know what to do with himself, faced with such pure kindness. Your smile surely was enlightening. To him, it looked like you brightened the room, as if a sun-like glow radiated from you. It immediately made him suspicious.
How were you able to make such an impression on him with so little effort? And why would you smile so nicely at him? Why would you be so happy to see him? Because you were, unmistakably, smiling at him, apart from you, he was the only person in the bakery. If you didn't have anything to hide and put on an act, which, if you in fact, were, would be a pretty good one, you couldn't have that many customers. Further indicating that theory that the shop was so empty. At this time on a Sunday, a bakery as good as yours should be flooding with customers. It was strange that he seemed to be the only one, and he felt resentment towards the absent people as he saw the cakes and donuts and other baking goods presented on the counter, looking so delicious and yet most likely going to waste in large numbers at the end of the day.
When you cleared your throat subtly, he became aware of the fact that he had been staring at your face for quite a while without answering your question, and a tint of red threatened to shine through his porcellain skin. Your expression wasn't critical or impatient at all, but genuinly worried, and it was a good feeling. Not that he liked the way you frowned slightly, but he liked the small sign of ... care. L wasn't someone that wished or needed to be cared for, but somehow, it felt different when you did. It felt ... good.
"I believe there's an order waiting for me," he said in his monotone voice, and he watched your worry turn into surprise, pleasant surprise, which didn't seem to fit, really. From the way Watari talked about you, stayed at your shop longer to talk wirh you, as he had figured out weeks ago, and the fact that his adoptive father always had a smile on his face when he returned with your treats, he had concluded that the two of you must be friends. Why wouldn't you be disappointed that he had showed up instead of Watari?
"Then you must be Watari's boss." you stated, excitement filling your voice. In truth, you had really wanted to meet him one day. The mysterious employer that you had learned interesting and sometimes irretating snippets of during the past weeks was here, real, present before your eyes. It was like meeting a celebrity to you and you found yourself unable to hide your enthusiasm. Walking around the counter, you stopped before him and extended your hand. "It's really nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much- or so less? How are you?"
L took your hand. It was very warm, probably from the ovens, and he felt two burn scars on the palm of your hand. Your hand squeezed his gently when you shook it, and he let you, because he had to admit that it felt nice. Your self-evident way of talking made him feel more at ease, which alarmed him a bit, and he found himself answering you honestly. "Miserable. I've just finished a case and now I'm miserable"
"I'm sorry," you said empathetically. "Did it go wrong?"
Suspicious once more, L scanned your face, looking for any indications that you were playing a part. It seemed as if you were subtly attempting to interrogate him. What other reason could you have for asking that question? Politeness? Or was it mere, innocent interest? Did that mean that you were interested in him? Because you really did seem convincingly sincere. And strangely enough, he realized that he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that he had been succesful. Why?
"No," L simply said, figuring there couldn't be that much wrong with one word, and you didn't ask any further questions about his case. Instead, you put your hands on your hips and smiled once more. L wondered if your cheekbones ached when you went to bed at night. Then, his attentive eyes noticed that you had heavy layers of makeup under your eyes, not fully concealing the dark circles under them. So you were an insomanic. Just like him.
"Only bored then, hm?" you asked, returning behind your counter to get his order. "That can't be easy for a brain like yours. Probably nothing my baking can fix"
"It helps," L admitted as he watched you reappear, your arms full of boxes that you set down on a table. You then returned to the back of the bakery and came back with the second half of his order that you placed next to the other boxes on the table. L's nose catched the warm smell of freshly baked cake, chocolate and sugary frosting and his mouth watered. Never did you disappoint him with your skills, and he wanted to tell you, tell you how much he appreciated them, how much he loved your work, but he kept his mouth shut, only nodding and thanking you as he looked for money in the bags of his pants.
Waiting, you seated yourself on top of the table and next to the boxes, eyeing the man curiously. He had immediately sparked your interest and you were dying to find out more about him, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He seemed like everything but an extroverted person and you didn't want to cross any boundaries.
"I have a question," you asked and he looked up, seemingly slightly surprised, even though it was hard to read his expression.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering...," you pointed at his order. "Do you eat all this by yourself?"
"Yes," the man said in his almost emotionless voice, but you noticed that he seemed a bit unsure of himself. Was he shy? "It heightens my mental abilities for about ten percent" He was lying. It were 35 percent, but you didn't have to know that.
"Well, I feel honored," you said and slid off the table to take the money he held in his extended hand. You watched as he shifted, seemingly a bit unsure what to do with himself, and then took a step towards the boxes, but you raised your voice once more, not wanting to let him go just yet. "Do you want to stay for a bit?"
L shifted his gaze from the boxes to you. asking him that had obviously taken some courage from you. while you moved confidently in a conversation, the request had unsettled you, from which L could only conclude that it was important to you, that you actually wanted him to stay. Your hands tugged nervously at your apron, but you showed no signs of shyness on your face. It still showed warmth and friendliness. Seeing your smile, L felt the need to do as you asked, but he was unsure how much he could afford to do, how much you were allowed to know. You weren't stupid, he knew that much. L could tell he really wanted to stay, but his mind warned him not to let you wrap him around your finger any longer. On the other hand, taking your offer would certainly be what Watari would want.
Seeing his indecision, you elaborated on your offer. "I could get you some cake and we could sit down a little, but it's okay if you don't want to"
"Oh, I do," L said and watched how your eyes began to shine, unmistakably delighted to spend time with him. It was unusual for people to be happy about such a thing, most felt minimized by his demeanor, but he wasn't willed to change himself so he would fit into peoples expectations. But you didn't seem to mind at all. Then it stroke him that he had actually had not said a single thing that could've been mistaken as rudeness. Because he didn't want to. He didn't want you to leave, and you didn't want him to either, that much he could see.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt your hand on his arm, gently escorting him towards a table. Out of mere instinct, he flinched and you immediately let go. Fearing he could've offended you, L looked up at your eyes and opened his mouth slightly, even though he didn't know what to tell you since he couldn't just explain to you that physikal touch was by far not a matter of course to him, that, even with Watari, he kept it at a minimum, but he didn't need to. Your gate was understanding and you didn't linger on the silence but asked him what he would like to eat, then pointing at a table for him to sit down at.
A few seconds later, you returned with a pistacho donut and saw that he was already sitting. Even his way of sitting was strange, legs pulled to his chest and humched over, hands and head resting on his knees, but you found it quite endearing. After you placed the donut before him, you walked around the table to sit, too. "Actually, I don-"
"Get that nany customers," he cut you off as you sat down. L himself didn't know why he had felt the need to do it, but there was this unknown desire to proof himself- to you. It was strange. How he had known you for a few minutes and already felt such a deep connection towards you, and it scared him a little, but he decided to carry on with it. But he asked himself if he really wanted to impress you and why. It was often useful not to make the full range of his skill obvious, so why was he presenting himself to you so willingly?
From there on, L visited your small bakery more often instead of Watari, and over time, he began to trust you to an extend he trusted no one but his adoptive father. Even when his cases kept him up all day and night, he had Watari give you massages or letters and found himself taking a good portion of his time to write them. How someone saw him had never been this important to him, but he figured, since you were his first real friend, it was merely the fear to lose you or have you walk away from him that made him care so much. Which was, by the way, a pointless worry, because you were just as infetuated with him as he was with you. At some point, during a tough case, you even visited him in his apartment with boxes full of cake and cheerfulness. It was one of the things L admired about you. Your kindness, gentleness and the natural love you gave everyone and everything, apart from your intellegence, your giving care, empathy and passion.
Watari was watching your exchanges and sometimes almost shy encounters with delight. It had played out better than he ever could've hoped.
But then, one day, when L came into your bakery a little earlier than usual to find you not behind your counter but sitting on one of the tables, your head in your hands with a bunch of papers layed out in front of you. So his equation had been right. If you had told the truth, which he now, just from one look at you, knew, he was practically your only customer, aside from a few others that from time to time buyed an eclair or crossaint, and taking the rent for the shop in this part of town into consideration, you were out of money, something L and you had both seen coming and immediately, L's heart sunk at the sight of your dejected figure.
When he cleared his throat, you turned around to look at him. Today, you hadn't tried to cover up the signs of your sleeplessness. The dark circles under your eyes matched his, and your hair, usually in a slightly chaotic bun, fell untamed down your back. L felt the strong urge to comfort you, but he wasn't quite sure how to. He settled with walking over to you, gently taking the papers out of your side and sitting down on the bench next to you, not opposite you like he usually did.
You knew that he knew, knew, why you sat in here, looking like shit, hopeless and devastated, so you didn't explain anything, you only said: "I loved this shop" and the detective nodded empathetically. Then, you felt something brush along the back of your hand, and when you looked at it, L closed his fingers around your hand. His hand was soft and warm, which was probably a result of the fact that he always had them in his pockets. You didn't dare to breathe or move aprubtly, fearing that his hand would leave your's. You wanted to hold on to his touch, because it was just so soothing and tender, and the farthest you two had ever gone in terms of physikal contact.
The hand that didn't hold yours trembled slightly in L's pocket. Not because holding your's was by any means unpleasant, but the simple gesture made him nervous and his head fuzzy. The feeling was odd, strangely enjoyable, but unknown. It messed with his head and made his cheeks heat up and heart flutter. Mist gilled his head and it scared him a bit, but he didn't let go. He didn't want to let go.
Trying to regain a bit of his usual mental competence, he cleared his throat, even though you were already looking into his eyes. "I would like to ask you something. I have an offer to make. A ..." He looked down a bit, "a job offer"
Your eyes widened as you understood and L's cheeks grew even hotter. They were probably a light shade of pink already and he resisted the urge to look away from your face, but then he saw it again. His unexpected new elixir of life, your wonderful smile. From the way your arms twitched, he knew you had to hold yourself back from hugging him, and even though he liked this new physikal contact, he was rather glad you didn't. He didn't have to overdo it today.
"You mean...?" you began excitedly to make sure you didn't hear it falsely.
"Yes," the young man sad sincerely. "I would like to offer you the job of my personal baker" When he saw how your eyes lit up and you opened your mouth, ready to take the offer, he chimed in, even more serious now. "Please, think about it first. Working for me brings with it a lot of inconveniences. It's, uh, a lot of travelling, no steady place to live, less personal privacy than you are used to, keeping your identity hidden and I don't know how much free time I can guarantee you. I just don't want you to regret a rushed decision."
You nodded in understanding, daring to give his hand a light squeeze and you swore you saw his lips twitch. "I will think about it."
When you came up to the hotel room where L and the task force had gathered once more, the police men were already taking their coats and half out of the door. They were looking at you curiously when you slipped through the entrance and one of them, the youngest, so it seemed, flashed you a smile which you returned happily. Behind them, you noticed L standing there, hunched over like always, with his habds in his pockets, looking at you expectantly and gave him a smile, too, then you turned around to the men once more.
"You are leaving already, I see. Would you wait for a second?"
They shot each other glances, not sure wether to agree or not, but one firm look shot by L made them all nodd their heads in your direction. L himself didn't know why you wanted the men to wait, but he would have nobody deny his baker a wish. Though he was a bit displeased when you returned, a small box for every one of them, but none for him, that you reached over to them.
"A little refreshment for the journey home"
They all thanked you, Matsuda with a little more enthusiasm than would've been neccesary, and you closed the door behind them, waving one last time and wishing them a good night. When you turned around, you found yourself facing your employer who looked a bit annoyed and had to hold back a smile. You got out an eclair and it was almost comical how the detective's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of it. You placed the trait on the couch table and motioned L to sit down on the armchair.
Your melodic voice filled L's ears. "One can almost not bake as fast as you eat"
Just as you planned to go looking for Watari, his eyes found your sleeve and made you look back at him, big eyes staring up at you. "Do you want to sit down with me?"
"Sure, I'd love to," you said and seated yourself on the couch as L poured both of you a tea. You noticed the frown on his face and the way his body was lightly tense when he slid the cup across the table.
"Tough case, huh?" you asked empathetically as you brought the cup to your lips and watched him with slightly worried eyes.
"It'll probably get tougher," the detective shrugged and filled his cup with sugarcubes. After a short silence in which he watched the sugar cubes dissolve in the hot liquid. Then his gaze found yours again. "What do you think of Kira?"
You took your time with your answer, even though you had already thought a lot about the new figure that had seemingly taken over the Internet. You had been out in the city when L had publicly confronted Kira and had stood there, your bags in your hands, frozen in fear as you had stared at the monitor. After that, you had been a bit angry with him, never showing your frustration, though. You felt like he could've told you before he put his life at risk, but you didn't know if he even understood how much he meant to you. Though you were sure that L was an empath at heart and understood others feelings pretty well, and you knew that, if he wanted to, he could be a very gentle man, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you by any means, you didn't think that L was always aware of the fact that he was cared for. The following days, Kira had kept the detective busy, and it was then that your suspicion was confirmed: this was no normal case.
"He's been all over the media," you answered slowly, taking another sip from your tea. "My sister thinks highly of him. She thinks he does what the police is incapable of doing, the he is needed. But i don't think what he does is right. Where will we end up if one person gets to decide who's worthy of living and who's not? That's way too much power in the hands of one individual that doesn't even have any real authority. It's just murder, really, just a different motive."
The detective's eyes had followed the movements of your lips, his teeth nibbling on his thumb. Now he hummed, pleased with your answer. His tea was forgotten as you were the center of his attention, his eyes piercing through you, seemingly in thought. You waited with asking the question that laid on your tongue, until he blinked after a few minutes with an slightly irritated expression.
You cleared your throat, bringing his eyes back to your's. "I was wondering ... the men. Are they good?"
"Not as good as me," the young man shrugged and made a face when the tea he had previously forgotten had gotten cold. When you laughed quietly, he looked up again and was met with the stunningly ... adorable sight of you covering your giggle with your hands.
"No one is as good as you, Ryuzaki. And you know that."
He was visibly satisfied with your answer, and you recognised the slightly smug expression on his face. Your words were reaussuring in all the right ways, mainly because it was you saying it. You complimenting him was something L had grown to be strangely fond of, and every time you did, it would lift his mood. He couldn't explain it to himself, but he couldn't do anything about it either. You just got under his skin, contradicting his belief that that was an impossible thing to do.
"I suppose. Are you going to bed?" he asked when you emptied your mug and raised to your feet.
"Yes, well, I'm going to try," you smiled and attempted to take the tea service, but L's hand stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently. The touch sent an almost electric tingle up your arm and through your body and you tried hide your reddened cheeks in by looking down. But he saw it, you were certain of it. What you didn't know was, that L felt a bit relieved. So his body wasn't the only one acting strangely, every time his skin came in contact with yours.
"I'll tidy that away. Go to bed, dear." he said.
"Are you sure ... ?" you asked and he nodded, staying persistent.
"Good night then," you said, and before he knew it, you had pressed a feather light kiss on his cheeks. Completely dumbfounded, his eyes widened in surprise and he turned his head, only to see you already at the door, and then, out of his sight, his eyes following you like a lost puppy's. But he still felt the soft sensation of your lips on his cheek. The blood rushed into his face and he groaned quietly, closing his eyes.
He had a problem.
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> read part ii here
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cat3ch1sm · 1 year
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i am single-handedly running the L agenda (jkjk)
with that being said lemme scoot in here and request something that actually came to me in a dream (giving prophecy). this is literally the second time it has happened to me
i just love the idea of the task force continuously embarrassing themselves in front of snarky girlfriend. like these are grown men with many years of investigation under their belt and they get destroyed by someone in their young 20s lyke
that’s how specific the dream was for me. literally no more details 😔
but i trust you bestie.
also so i don’t spam your inbox i am also requesting on the side a lil f*ngering moment if you will. L’s fingers in the manga really speak to me on a personal level 😏
hello, my favorite follower<33 missed u in my inbox. reporting for duty to carry out the L agenda 🫡
for this writing, i pulled that one l, light, and misa date from the anime and put my own spin on it- featuring Y/N as well. i tried my best to directly quote the anime, idk how well i did tho😭 but it’s the same idea, basically. hope you enjoy💚
ೄྀ࿐ fem!reader, nsfw ahead, f!ngering, light and l fight😭ˊˎ-
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It was clear that the day was going to be weird when Aizawa, a respectable and work-oriented member of the task force, came into the headquarters with no pants on. Just white boxers decorated with red polka-dots.
Soichiro glanced absently in Aizawa’s direction upon hearing him come in, then did a double take, expression questioning. “Uh… Aizawa… did something happen?”
Matsuda had the same reaction as Soichiro. “Uh- where’d your pants go?”
Pants and belt slung around his arm, Aizawa trudged towards the other two men, looking exasperated. “Stupid security system wouldn’t let me in. In my opinion, Ryuzaki’s gone a little overboard with the security measures.”
“I’m fairly certain we’re past the point of overboard- this is the Kira investigation, after all,” Soichiro pointed out:
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Aizawa admitted, stopping in his tracks to hurriedly put his pants and belt back on before sitting in a chair between the two men. He searched around the room curiously, noticing an absent presence. “Hey- where’d Ryuzaki and everyone else go?”
Matsuda gestured to the screen displayed in front of them. “Oh- Ryuzaki, Misa-Misa, Light, and Y/N are on a date upstairs.”
Aizawa let out a groan. “For God’s sake, Matsuda, will you stop it with this Misa-Misa crap?”
Matsuda offered a sheepish grin. “Ah- yeah, sure.”
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“Man… this has got to be the lamest date I’ve ever been on,” Misa groaned beside you, arm propped up on the back of the sofa and her head resting in the palm of her hand.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” L offered, twirling a fork around in his mouth. “Just act like we’re not even here.”
Misa frowned, crossing her arms. “This could have been a cute double date- with me and Light and you and Y/N- even if you guys are super stalker-y. But Light’s sitting over there with L handcuffed to him while I’m stuck over here with Y/N. It’s like this totally fucked-up double date where L is dating Light and I’m with Y/N.” Misa glared at you, and it took everything in you to keep your expression stoic in return. “By the way, I don’t swing that way, so, like, if that’s what you were thinking-“
“Misa, shut up,” you cut her off harshly, gaze as stony as ever. Then you addressed both Misa and Light. “Listen, we get you’re uncomfortable, but you both understand the circumstances we’re in right now,” you told Misa sternly, also sending a look in Light’s direction. “This is only necessary.”
“Yeah, Misa, it’s probably best we not protest it,” Light agreed, gesturing towards you. “Obviously, we both know we aren’t Kira, but given the evidence, it’ll be difficult to change L’s mind about that fact.”
“Ugh, do we have to talk about that boring crap? Light, all we ever do is talk about Kira, Kira, Kira. Why can’t we talk about normal boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?” Misa whined petulantly, and despite the fact that this “date” had just started, you already found yourself wanting to absolutely deck Amane.
“Well, if you haven’t noticed, that’s all there is to talk about,” Light countered, sounding a little agitated. “Neither of us go to school anymore, and I’m very literally handcuffed to L.” He lifted his hand to indicate the chains around his wrist, raising an absent L’s hand in the air as well.
L was obviously thinking about other things, his dark eyes fixated on the slice of cake, adorned with a small red strawberry, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you going to eat that cake, Amane?” L inquired, pointing at the slice with his fork.
Misa glanced at the pastry disdainfully before rolling her eyes to the ceiling again. “No. Cake makes you fat. I’m not gonna eat it.”
“Well, I find that you don’t gain any weight as long as you burn it off with brainpower.”
Misa bristled. “Huh? So now you call me stupid?”
L shrugged and started to reach for the plate, but then a light appeared in Misa’s eyes and she leaned over and snatched the plate last minute. “Hold on. You can have the cake if you-“ Misa glared at you from the corner of her eye- “and Y/N promise to leave me and Light alone.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Even if we did do that, we’d still be watching on surveillance cameras.”
Misa whirled around to face you, cheeks red with fury and pink lips in a pout. “Well- then we’ll turn all the lights off and get under the bed covers! Right, Light?”
Light made a face. “Misa…”
“Infrared cameras exist, you know,” L replied vacantly, still focused on the cake.
Misa recoiled, sticking her tongue out as if she was a toddler. “Ewwww! You pervert! Will you just stop it with your creepy hobby?”
“You can call me whatever you like. Last chance for cake,” L announced, standing up and scooping the plate off of the table. Misa hmphed and turned her nose up.
There was silence for a little while- Misa fuming while L started on his cake, you and Light simply silent. But then Light spoke up, turning to look at L with a confused expression on his face.
“What’s wrong with you?” Light queried, tone a little bit accusing and making your focus shift to him instantly. “I thought moving here was supposed to help us to catch Kira. But since we’ve been here, you don’t seem all that motivated to me.”
L paused for a moment, swallowing a bite of cake and setting his fork down. “Hm. Not motivated…” He trailed off, in thought, before facing Light and replying, “You’re right- actually, I’m depressed.”
You almost flinched. With your status as L’s partner, you’d obviously noticed the shift in L’s overall mood, and you two had already had a very similar conversation to the one you believed L and Light were about to have. However- you knew for a fact that Light was bound to react a lot worse than you did.
Light, meanwhile, pressed on. “Depressed? What for?”
L dragged the fork along his teeth before glancing up at the ceiling and answering. “Well, he began dubiously, “briefly all this time I thought you were Kira, and my entire case hinged on that fact.” He sighed. “I guess I just can’t get pass the fact that my deduction was wrong. Although having said that, I’m still suspicious of you. That’s why we’re wearing these.” L lifted his arm that was attached to Light’s, making the handcuffs jingle. “And we also know that Kira can control people’s actions. Which means… it’s highly likely that Kira was controlling your actions so that I would suspect you. If I assume both you and Misa were being controlled by him, then everything we’ve observed so far makes a lot more sense to me.”
“So… if what you’re thinking is correct, that means Misa and I were Kira at one point, right?”
L glanced at Light sideways. “Yes. I don’t think we could have been wrong about that. The two of you are Kira.”
Both Light and Misa frowned, Misa pouting in a stubborn expression, but much to your relief, remaining silent.
L continued his monologue, although you could tell he was talking more to himself than to Light at this point. “If what I was thinking was correct, when your confinement began you were Kira. I don’t believe it’s coincidence that as soon as you were imprisoned, all the killings stopped. Until then, everything pointed to you being Kira. But after two weeks… criminals actually began dying again. Based on that evidence, I can only conclude that Kira’s power passes between people.”
Light’s expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting idea. But if it’s true,” he noted with a frown, “it’ll be nearly impossible for us to catch Kira.”
L nodded as well, staring straight ahead. “Yes. That’s why I’m overwhelmed. Even if we catch someone under his control, they are likely to lose their powers and any memory of their crimes. So in the end, pursuing them becomes futile.”
Light was quiet for a little bit. “But… at this point we have no way of knowing if that’s the case,” he offered halfheartedly. “So cheer up, would you?”
L? Cheer up? You almost couldn’t stifle your laugh.
L seemed surprised by this for a second, but shook his head slowly. “Cheer up? No. I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s probably better if I just stop trying so hard. By chasing Kira so desperately, we’re just putting our lives at risk for nothing.” Again, he twirled the fork around in his mouth, gaze directed at his feet. “Yes…it’s just a waste of time.”
There was more silence- but this time, you felt how tense it was rather than thoughtful, and you suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Then, Light: “Ryuzaki…”
“Hm?”
Your head snapped towards Light a split second too late. The next thing you heard was the sound of Light’s fist meeting L’s face- hard, and suddenly the two of them were flying- L backward and Light forward, unwillingly pulled along by the handcuffs that joined the two. Ryuzaki knocked into the table just before hitting the ground, and it flipped over, sending L’s unfinished slice of cake to the floor.
You and Misa both got to your feet abruptly, and you could hear Misa’s whimpers of disgust as she accidentally stepped in the smushed cake. Misa, however, was far from your concerns. “What the hell?” you demanded, eyes furiously darting from L on the ground to Light, bent over and breathing hard. “Light, what do you think you’re doing?!”
Light whirled around to face you. “What? You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing!” Then he turned back to glare daggers at L, whose eyes were wide with surprise and his hand cradling his cheek where Light had punched him. “That’s enough! You don’t feel like doing anything just because your genius deduction was wrong and I’m not Kira?!”
L stared up at Light, the look in his eyes unreadable. “Hm… perhaps I phrased that the wrong way. I meant that it would be pointless for us to make a move, so why even bother…”
Your face twisted with annoyance. Good grief. Couldn’t L see he was just adding fuel to the fire? Half the time you didn’t know if he was genuinely unaware of his actions or just doing it on purpose.
“Man, I didn’t think this date could possibly get any worse…” Misa whined from behind you, now wearing one sock because of the cakey mess on the other one.
“Misa, be quiet, for Christ’s sake,” you snapped, and Misa recoiled before eventually shutting up, plopping herself down on the couch and putting on a petulant pout. “You two- stop being ridiculous and get off the floor. Can’t you see this isn’t helping anything?”
L peered at you from behind Light’s angry form. “You know, Y/N is really right…”
“Don’t change the subject,” Light snapped. “If we don’t chase Kira, he’ll never be caught. Is that what you want? If you’re just gonna give up, then why did you involve all those innocent people? More importantly, what was the point of putting Misa and me behind bars?”
L mulled over this for a moment. “I understand. But still, whatever the reason…”
You knew exactly what was coming next when L slowly climbed off the ground, a dark twinkle in his eye. And he struck Light back, fist buried in his eye and eliciting a pained grunt from the student.
“An eye for an eye, my friend.”
Again, the two men flew- but now it was Light’s turn to fly backward and L forward, the handcuffs holding fast. They both hit the floor with a massive thud, and you knew without a doubt that the task force downstairs could hear you all now.
Why aren’t those idiots doing anything?
Misa let out another dismayed cry, and you finally decided you had to intervene. Before either one of them could land another blow, you got in between the two, preventing them from reaching each other.
“Are you both insane?” you snarled, giving both of them equally vaporizing glares. “What the hell are you fighting like some schoolyard children for? Can’t you see how idiotic the both of you look? Blindly swinging instead of effectively talking about this?”
The pair paused, seemingly taking your words into account, but stares still fixed intently on each other, and you knew they both were aching to swing again.
Finally, L spoke up, but it was directed at Light. “It’s not my deduction that was wrong,” he panted, eyes burning into Light’s. “The fact is, I can say that Light Yagami is Kira and Misa Amane is the second Kira. But it won’t be enough to solve the case. And that’s why I’m a little depressed. Is that so unreasonable?”
Light wasted no time retorting, “Yes. Yes, it is. Besides, you said it yourself. It is as if you won’t be satisfied unless I am Kira.”
L considered this, briefly averting his gaze from him. “Hmm…I won’t be satisfied unless you’re Kira.” Another lapse into silence. “Well… there may be some truth to that. In fact, now that you mention it… you’re right.” Now L’s stare were more piercing than ever. “I think I wanted you to be Kira.”
Before you could even blink, Light’s fist had slammed into L’s eye, but the detective seemed unfazed this time.
“As I said before, an eye for an eye,” he rasped. “I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know.” And he raised his fist to return the blow.
But now you’d had enough of watching these two grown men brawling like middle school kids. They’d ignored your previous words and warnings, but they would soon learn that that was a mistake.
So, as the two went flying into the wall yet again, you darted in between them at a speed you didn’t realize you were capable of, took hold of the handcuff chain, and just when Light moved to hit L again, you yanked as hard as you could on the cold metal chain. The combined force of your hand and the growing strain on the chain from Light and L jerking it around made it snap right in two, sending the detective and scholar positively soaring in opposite directions. Misa let out a shriek and rushed to Light’s side as he slammed into the floor with a very painful-sounding thump, but you didn’t move to help L when he barreled into the wall for what had to be the fifth time in the past ten minutes.
When the chaos finally settled, both men were still on the ground, wincing from their collective injuries and struggling to get up. One of the legs on the table that Light had rammed into was actually beginning to splinter, and the cake L had dropped earlier had made a big mess on the carpet what with Misa stepping on it and trailing it across the carpet. The wall L was flopped over against had a gaping hole where L’s head had hit, the cracks spreading from behind L’s hair like some twisted spider. And finally, there was you, standing exactly where you’d been standing with the severed chain dangling from your closed hand, staring at the metal like you yourself couldn’t believe what had just happened.
It was totally silent for at least five minutes straight. Nobody moved, taking in all that had just occurred and the damage in the room. But the awestruck silence was disrupted when the phone, which had slid off of the table near the spot where L was sprawled out now, rang.
At first, nobody moved to answer it. But when it kept ringing, L at last picked it up, holding it between his index finger and thumb like always.
“Hello?”
The voice from the phone was unclear from where you were, but you could tell it was Matsuda.
“Ryuzaki, I’ve got great news!” he chirped, his overly enthusiastic voice making you cringe slightly. “Misa-misa’s number one in “Eighteen" magazine’s reader popularity poll!”
Matsuda was usually too invested in totally useless things at totally inappropriate times, but this time you could see right through him. He’d heard the chaos going on upstairs and had wanted to try and de-escalate the situation, so here he was with this stupid stuff.
To yourself, you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”
L blinked at you and then blinked at the phone. “Ah. I see.”
“And get this- she’s gonna get a lead role in Nishinaka’s next movie!”
Light’s head popped over the toppled table, face bruised. “What was that?”
L promptly dropped the phone to the ground . “Matsuda’s acting stupid again.”
Light chuckled dryly. “Well… that is his specialty.”
Yet another moment of silence. Then, a tiny voice from the phone L hadn’t hung up properly: “I can hear you, you know.”
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It had been several hours since the earlier incident, everyone from the task force having gone home and Misa sleeping in her hotel room. You and L were the only ones still awake, perched beside each other on the desk in front of the monitors; the normally bustling center of operations was now quiet and dark. Since you’d broken the handcuffs earlier and L had yet to replace them, you got to be alone with him for the first time in a while.
“You know,” L spoke up, breaking the calm silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to jump into me and Light’s brawl like that earlier.”
You gave L a look. “How could I not? You were both embarrassing yourselves. That was completely senseless behavior. I wasn’t expecting you to indulge Light’s impulsivity.”
L cocked his head at you a little questioningly. “You sound pretty ticked off.”
You blinked, realizing that he was right, and let out a long exhale. When you spoke again, your tone was softer, but your words were still harsh. “Being around Misa all day irritates me, anyway. You both acting like idiots didn’t really help my mood. And now we’ve got a busted-up hotel room with a hole in the wall and the broken table.”
L considered this, then nodded slowly. “Yes. That hurt, by the way.”
You let out a wry chuckle. “I bet.”
Neither of you spoke again for a little while- but you still felt L place his hand on your thigh.
“What are you doing?”
L’s eyes lifted to meet yours. “I figured you’d want to unwind a little. Is that alright?”
You paused for a moment. “Yes,” you replied airily, squirming just a little bit with your legs swinging from the table.
Nodding to himself, L moved his hand up your thigh, opting not to indulge in foreplay and teasing. Brazenly, he flipped up the lacy hem of the slip you’d put on to go to bed, and you felt a shiver go down your spine when his hand made direct contact with your skin. Carefully, he reached for your panties and tugged them out of his way before dipping two slender fingers in your rapidly dampening entrance, making your back arch slightly.
You bit your lower lip to stifle any sounds lest you two alert Watari, making the only audible noise in the room the wet sounds of L gently moving his fingers back and forth, slightly curled and brushing against your sweet spot. Despite your efforts to silence yourself, as he slowly picked up the pace and you neared your climax, a few breathy moans escaped your lips anyway, and you could feel the familiar heat building in your lower body and spreading across your face.
You allowed yourself a broken gasp when you came, a small amount of thin, sticky liquid flooding from your dripping hole and coating L’s fingers. His fingers slowed inside you, helping you make the most of your orgasm, and when you’d finally come down from your high he gingerly withdrew his fingers and watched the wetness pool beneath your slip and dampen your underwear. Then he promptly popped his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and licking your taste from his skin.
After a minute or two L turned to look at you again. “Well, you look like you feel better.”
You instinctively dropped your eyes, uselessly fighting the color spreading across your cheeks. “I guess I do…”
L’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, his expression betraying nothing. “No matter how many times we do this, you’re always so flustered after you finish…”
You groaned and dropped your face into your hands, and L laughed.
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Your throat burns something awful and no matter how many times you try, you can’t swallow the lump in the back of it. L’s hands are in his pockets casually as he watches you from across the room. He’s sure you’re bluffing, otherwise he’d show some emotion, right?
“L, are you even listening?”
“I hear you, do you?”
“What?” It comes out more of a sigh.
“Hear yourself, do you?”
“You better not be saying I’m talking crazy for wanting my boyfriend to give me affection.”
His face gives nothing away still, large eyes unblinking as if you’re discussing something minute.
“You know I don’t have enough time and you’re demanding more.”
You throw your hands down from where they had been conjoined in front of you, “No, I’m asking that when you are present with me, you’re actually there. You barely touch me anymore, you hardly talk to me if it’s not an emergency or a favor!”
“So.. you want to have more sexual intercourse.” His thumb is between his lips, lips you haven’t kissed for weeks and lips you want to sew shut to see him struggle like you do when he shushes you to silence.
You’re standing in front of the bed, he’s by the door where’s he been since he came in and you tried to talk to him about his neglect.
“Sure, I don’t know. Just acknowledge me when you spend time with me.” You huff out, irritation pinching your expression.
“If you don’t know, why are you starting a fight?” He asks like it’s a genuine question and not a dig at your attempts at communication that have gone without comprehension. He quirks his head to the side, stepping forth to examine you head-to-toe like you’re a piece of evidence. His gaze is far away, two weeks in the future on a date he’d been awaiting for months but to you it just looks like he’s spacing out, lately a consistent state when he’s around you. It drives you crazy, the insane itch of hatred crawls up your spine and vibrates off of you.
You shake in rage, knowing it’s intentional your crazy smart boyfriend is pretending to be confused until you drop it. It won’t work this time.
You’re done explaining, done begging and suddenly all the fight dies. Your shoulders slump and your expression relaxes, a smirk twitches on L’s face, gone before you can point it out.
You turn around and march towards the closet, soft and purposeful as you reach the bag you’ve packed. You swing it over your shoulder and watch the faint victorious smile fall from his face when you emerge.
You don’t say anything as you pluck your phone from the bed, walking towards where he stands beside the door.
You remember every time you’d pleaded with him and he spun your words like a web around you, sticking you in meanings you both know you hadn’t intended. Every time, he would urge you to get some rest, pecking your cheek before disappearing out of the room and leaving you with teary eyes, trying to make some sense of this so loveless love you lived in.
You stopped by his frame, noting the close friendship between his eyebrows as he tried to mentally explain away your behavior. Ever so slowly, you lifted yourself up on tippy toes and pecked his cheek, leaving a harsh red stain before opening the door and leaving him forever.
You’re not sure if he’s crying, if he misses you but you are sure you’ve done enough of both of those while dating him and now that you’re free, you’re not going to waste anymore time on him.
And as he watches you on street cameras, climbing into a taxi and fading into the traffic, he wishes he’d spent more free time with you and not planning for the perfect proposal.
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