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18+ He’s The Next One: 7 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably).

Wordcount: 1.9k

Contains: Second person POV, noncon exhibitionism, bdsm adjacent, The reader is a serial killer.

It takes mere moments for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, eased by the faintest sliver of streetlights breaking through the curtains, highlighting and glinting off of the chain connecting L to Kira where they sleep side by side.

Your steps are silent as you make your way across the room to Kira’s side of the bed, eyes sweeping over and tracing the contours of his face, and the smooth fall of his hair against the pillow beneath his head. The feeling of hot rage followed by cold calculation rushes through you, making your ears ring, tunneling your vision until all you can see is him.

Kira.

“It would be so easy.” You think, “Killing you while you sleep.”

You slowly lower yourself to your knees, kneeling beside the bed and resting your chin on the mattress, your face so close to his you can feel the breath from his nose on your cheeks.

“Easier than you deserve.” You mouth out into the silence of the room.

It takes ten deep breaths in, and ten deeper breaths out for you to gain a handle on your control again. To remember your promise to L.

So you get up and make your way over to your detective instead, sleeping on his back like some creepy dead bug, and you smile.

It would be just as easy to kill L.

As easy to kill him as it is to watch him. To stand beside the bed he shares with a mass murderer and hover your hand above his skin, fingers tracing the air above the bridge of his nose, the rise of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips.

Pale, parted, and slightly chapped, with a split from one of Kira’s luckier hits, you can feel the wisps of his breath, even and slow brushing against your skin and it sends a shiver tracing down your spine, skirting across you like the brush of long thin fingers.

He looks so pretty like this, a little beaten up, and a lot defenseless. Almost as pretty as when he was making Kira bruised and bloodied. Eyes somehow darker than even their usual void, and chest rising and falling faster as he catches his breath.

The cold of your killing instinct is slowly being washed away by heat, by want, lapping against you like waves on a shore, or tongues on flesh. A wet drag, over and over and-

Your hips are grinding against nothing.

His tongue briefly dips out of his parted lips, wetting them and you can’t help but let out a sigh.

He really is so pretty.

Your movements are fluid as you ease yourself onto the mattress, one leg resting beside L’s shoulder and the other quickly thrown over to brace you above him, hovering over his face, with your shin pinning the chain connecting him to Kira.

His eyes don’t flutter open. They don’t squeeze or squint. He seemingly wakes up all at once, the only suggestion of surprise on his part, of any sudden change in awareness, being the sharp inhale you can feel between your legs.

You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, pushing back his bangs for him and smile gently.

“Open.” You mouth.

And obediently your detective does, lips parting fully for you and hot breath washing over the wet cotton of your panties.

It feels right to let your weight drop, to press your cunt to his tongue as he presses it back against you and to rock against the soft warmth of his mouth.

You feel a hum of contentment more than you hear it as his eyes slide closed again, his unchained arm coming up and over your thighs to press you more fully against him as he laps at your aching clit through the fabric of your panties, his spit and your wetness through the panties combining to do little more than frustrate you, lessening the friction of the act.

You rock your hips, rolling them in a wave like motion to grind your pleasure out against his tongue, which he sticks out and flattens, letting you use him and you groan, drawing a similar noise from him in response.

Letting go of his hair, you bring your hand down to tug your undies to the side, giving him more access to you and L pulls his tongue back just long enough to press a quick peck against your cunt, it feels like gratitude and affection.

His tongue comes back out, the warm soft heat of it parting your pussy to drag slow swipes up to your clit, only to drop back down and tease your entrance, only just pressing the very tip of his tongue inside before lapping your wetness back up again, and you let your head tip back, let your eyes shut, let your sighs of pleasure go freely in the quiet of the room.

L eats pussy like he eats ice cream or cake, not like he savors it but like he’s entitled to it. Like parting your legs and giving your cunt to him is a given. He doesn’t speed up, or chase your sounds, or go fast and hard. The way he enjoys you is with his complete attention, licking and sucking and drinking down all your pussy has to offer like this is for him, like the fact that your hips are twitching with every press of his perfect tongue against your sensitive clit is incidental.

And he just keeps going. The heat of his warm mouth against you, so soft and so worshipful builds up through you, slowly at first then faster, compounding as your need grows and your rock your hips against him harder, press his head firmer against the pillow to try to take what you want only for his arm to tighten vice like around your thighs and hold you still.

You look down and make eye contact with him, his eyes flat black in the dark of the room, and it’s like you can read his mind.

“I’m not done yet.”

He doesn’t say it but you can hear it in the sound of him pressing his tongue up and into you, the slick sticky noise of him getting you wet with your cum and his spit cacophonous in the quiet of the room and you can’t help but choke out a moan , thighs squeezing either side of his head before you nod.

He shuts his eyes again and focuses back on his treat.

You cum.

The way he eases you through it isn’t kind, it’s indifferent. He doesn’t change his pace. Doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop when you’re doubled over his head, fists clamped down on the pillow and mouth hanging open as you pant for breath in between needy noises.

He just keeps going.

Your hips rock again and the chain digs uncomfortable into your skin where your leg is pressed to it and the reminder draws your eyes across the length of it to the other side of the mattress.

Your eyes meet brown ones. Wide open and unblinking.

Even in the dark of the room, even past the black eye and bruises, you can see the way Kira’s cheeks are flushed.

Kira scrunches up his face in a rictus of disgust and outrage and scorn.

He’s also hard.

“You wanted to know what L looks like satisfied?” You think to yourself, a grin splitting your face as you roll your head to the side to look directly at Kira, “I’ll show you a satisfied L, motherfucker.”

The pleasure hasn’t stopped, L’s attention unwavering as he pleases himself by pleasing you and you dig your fingers into his hair again, yanking hard until his lips pull away with a smack, and you force him to look you in the eye, though you’re briefly distracted by the sight of a string of your wetness still connecting the two of you, clinging to his mouth and chin.

“Need you inside baby.” You let your voice sound as wrecked as you feel.

Without breaking eye contact L let’s go of your thighs, reaching past you to shove the sweatpants he was sleeping in far enough down to expose his hard cock, a string of precum breaking away from the fabric as the wet skin of him is exposed, flushed nearly red and standing at full mast.

Kira makes a choked noise next to the two of you and you quickly move down L’s body, grabbing his cock and pressing the tip to your puffy, oversensitive cunt.

With your grip on his hair you don’t let him turn to look at the other murderer in his bed. You refuse to share his attention.

You have to ease yourself onto the tip of him slowly, your sensitivity heightened by the previous overstimulation and you whimper at the stretch.

L groans at the feeling and you grin again, taking pride in the sound.

Once you get the tip all the way in the rest of him is easy enough to take. You’re certainly wet enough as you drip down the length of his cock, easing the glide as you start to ride him.

“Feels so good when you fill me up baby.” You whisper, as if you’re unaware of your audience, and moan when you feel his cock throb inside of you at the pet name, “Only you stretch me this good.”

L moans at full volume at your words, seemingly not bothering to make the effort of pretending to respect Kira’s sleep. His hands come out, thin fingers singing into the flesh of your hips and you have to hold in a laugh as the chain yanks Kira’s arm closer to the two of you, an endeavor made easier when L lifts you up his cock, then drops you back down all at once, tearing the breath from your lungs in a throaty moan.

“Fuck- L!” You feel him shuffle beneath you as he braces his feet against the mattress and raises his knees, and in time with the next to him lifts your up his cock and drops you down, he fucks his hips up into you, filling you to the fucking brim.

You forget Kira after that.

“I’m stronger than I look.” You hear his words from before in your head and all you can think, all you can say, is “God yes, fuck yes, L, yes!”

And he keeps fucking you like that, using your body like it’s his own hand as he strokes his cock with you and you rock your hips to make your clit grind against his hips own when he’s got you pressed to the very base of him.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again.

And again.

And things go fuzzy after a while of this, of the drag out and the press in and the wet hot heat and the-

—-

In the morning when you wake up, L’s arms are around you and Kira is facing the other side of the room with his pillow over his head.

You can’t help but giggle at that, then sigh as you feel thin lips press to the back of your neck, “Good morning M.” 

Mine.

“Mmm. Morning baby.” You shift slightly, starting to turn to face him when you feel the wet drag inside your cunt, and you freeze, clenching down on something half hard and hearing L hiss behind you.

“Did… Did you stay inside me all night?”

“It was warm.” His voice is scratchier than normal from sleep and his nuzzles his face into your neck, heaving out a content sighs before curling his hips to press back in deeper.

“Holy shit, that’s so hot.”

Muffled by a pillow you distinctly hear the words, “Just kill me already.”

You cackle.

[transgendercastiel]

is anyone else constantly afraid they’ll be “caught” doing stuff they’re obviously allowed or even supposed to do

[bugsinthebayou]

cunty sukuna

[the-fabled-void]

I'M CRYING WHY DID TRUMP TAG PAPYRUS

[chocolate-to-the-party]

pov you’re on tumblr for halloween:

[staffs-secret-blog]

[the-elder-polls]

appalachia is devastated. towns i loved, towns i visited all the time, are gone. not damaged, GONE. they are leveled to the ground. there is nothing left but rubble and ruin. people are dead. appalachia is poor to begin with and relies on tourism for a lot of its income, and multiple of those tourist locations are just...gone.

my town is okay, but it's flooded and wrecked. trees are blocking all but one way out of our neighborhood. power lines are hanging limp in the roads. we've been without power for over 24 hours and will continue to be without power for likely another 24+. disabled people and poor people are GOING to die from this. gods save appalachia.

[climbingthefloors]

obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[bovineblogger]

good bye

[theplaceicommitmysins]

18+ He’s The Next One: 6 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably).

Wordcount: 2.5k

Contains: Second person POV, Violence, The reader is a serial killer.

With gentle strokes you brush through the braid you’d just put into Misa's hair combing until it falls loose so you can start again, over and over. The repetition of it is serving the dual purpose of giving Misa the attention she needs as well as giving yourself something to do with your hands.

“This is the worst date I’ve ever been on,” Misa drawls out, pouting.

Leaning forwards from where you’re perched on the back of the couch behind her, you twist yourself up enough that you can press a peck to her cheek, “I'm sorry baby, I promise I’ll take you somewhere you deserve as soon as this Kira nonsense is done with, okay?” Before returning to your previous task, fingers passing through her hair, silky in spite of the amount of bleach it’s been subjected to. She snuggles back into your touch, seemingly perking up at that.

Across from the two of you L snorts a laugh into his cup of sugar with a splash of tea and Kira scowls back at you from where he’s sitting handcuffed to your Frog. “Is there a reason you’ve been acting closer with my girlfriend than I do?”

“I'm not acting.” Your voice sounds sugar sweet with a smile as you affectionately rub your cheek against the top of her head, eliciting a giggle, whilst shooting a smirk at the murderer.

Whether from obliviousness or indifference to his feelings, Misa completely dismisses his concerns with a chipper, “Don’t be jealous Light, you’re my boyfriend so I like, love you and stuff, but M is my hero! It’s a totally different thing.”

You can’t help but bury a smirk into her shoulder eyes meeting L’s again, as you listen to the sound of near confusion, or maybe reluctance, In her voice as she says she loves Light. Understandable given her hero worship has shifted focus, and given that her connection to Kira was entirely based on that…

Quickly brushing out her hair again to free your hands you wrap your arms around Misa and hug her from behind, eliciting a squeal of glee. “If I’m your hero does that make you my princess?”

The chain connecting the two men across from you rattles as L quickly brings a hand to his face, attempting to stifle a snort, clearing his throat after the sound and intoning flatly, “It’s somewhat dusty in here, don’t you agree?”

Looking around at the literally immaculate room of the newly built headquarters you grin at him and chirp out, “Nope!” before squeezing Misa again, “Feed me some cake, princess?”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Light asks, voice growing more irritated as Misa ignores him, leaning forwards to grab her plate and pulling you down with her as you continue your Koala cling, “You’ve got two perfectly good arms.”

“Well yeah, but my hands are full.” You reach up and smoosh Misa’s cheeks between your palms, drawing another bell like laugh from the girl.

“I was hoping to eat that actually.” L says, eyeing the fork Misa’s already feeding you with, and you can't help but feel pleased when you notice his eyelids drooping slightly at the sound of a pleasured hum you let out, savoring the flavor of the cream on your tongue.

You take your time to lick the frosting from the fork as well as dragging your tongue across your lips, not wanting to miss a single speck before responding, “You shouldn’t hope to eat someone else’s food Ryuzaki.”

“And yet.” He answers, vocal fry dragging the words out.

You snort.

L lets out a deep sigh, like an elderly dog who doesn’t know what taxes are and yet thinks he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders regardless, “But I’m depressed.”

Your smile drops at that, brows furrowing as Kira looks at him and asks, sounding more confused than concerned, “What for?”

Pouting out his lower lip, your Frog sticks an arm forwards and swings the chain back and forth by the cuff, “I thought that you were Kira and my entire case hinged on that fact. I guess I just can’t get past the fact that my deduction was wrong…”

You huff out another laugh against Misa’s hair before turning your head so she can feed you another bite of cake, alternating between you and herself. A genuine smile crosses your face as she does a happy little wiggle after her next mouthful.

It took you weeks but you managed to convince her that someone as sweet as her should eat as many sweets as she likes, that she’ll always be your Misa Misa.

And that if her management gives her shit for it you will literally kill them.

“…Although having said that, I’m still suspicious of you.”

Your and Kira’s eyes snap to L.

“Oh no,” you think, mouth twisting up in a funny way as you bite the inside of your lip, “He’s not getting enough enrichment in his enclosure.”

Another bite of cake and another happy hum.

“Then again neither am I.”

“That’s why we’re wearing these.” Then your frog flicks the chain at Kira, like one of those crossfit ropes.

“Ryuzaki….” Kira says as he stands, and you can feel your own gaze sharpening slightly at the tone he uses, already shifting your feet to brace them against the cushions beneath you as you heft Misa up into your lap, perching the both of you on the back of the couch.

By the time Kira’s fist meets L’s cheek you’ve scooped Misa up and placed her out of the way of the fighting behind the couch, your eyes flicking to the plate of cake she’s still clutching, relieved to see it hasn’t fallen, as she lets out a shriek of surprise. Misa watches in horror as the stupid chain hauls Kira after L and he knocks over the coffee table, a lamp, and a plant.

You have to fight back a cackle of outright glee.

“You know, That really hurt.” L’s voice comes out as a confused groan from where he’s sitting up from the floor.

“That’s enough! You don’t feel like doing anything just because your genius deduction was wrong and I’m not Kira?” Light sounds like a pissy teenager, likely because he’s a pissy teenager, and the muscles in your cheeks twist as you struggle to take the situation seriously.

“Finally giving me an excuse.” The thought is almost fond.

Letting Misa out of your embrace, you take the plate of cake from her, setting it on a side table out of the way before murmuring lowly in a soft voice, “Lock yourself in the bathroom princess okay? I’ll come get you when it’s over.”

She nods, pigtails bouncing before running straight for the restroom, the click of the lock sounding so very satisfying to you.

“Fine, perhaps I phrased it the wrong way. I meant it would be pointless for us to make a move so we shouldn’t even bother.”

Looking back to your Frog and the murderer a warm rush of anger and adrenaline floods through your tense body followed by a familiar comforting wash of cold. Technically you don’t have an excuse to step in at just this moment. Not yet. Kira may have started it but you still need a reason to step in and finish it if you don’t want a lecture or an assault charge.

“If we don’t chase Kira he’ll never be caught, is that what you want?!”

That's right, keep working yourself up. Give me an opening, Light.

“If you were just gonna give up then why did you involve all of those innocent people?!” Kira reaches out and grabs L by the collar, hauling him up, and the grin you can feel stretching across your face, ear to ear, is feral.

Finally.

“More importantly what was the point of putting Misa and me behind bars?!”

You’re already crossing the room, fists clenched and adrenaline rushing as this wannabe death god screams in L’s face, footsteps silent more from habit than necessity.

“I understand. But still, whatever the reason…” Just before you can actually reach them L kicks a foot out, well above his own head, and lands a hit directly to Kira’s face with a dull sounding thud that sends the bitch flying.

His eyes were ice cold, voice sounding dark, not so much angered to the point of violence as entitled to it.

Holy shit.

“An eye for an eye, my friend.” L’s eyes are locked with yours as he says it, more softly than the situation necessitates, and your thighs squeeze together involuntarily.

You don’t think you’ve gotten wetter faster.

Then the cuff linking them hauls L’s scrawny ass after Kira, yelling in surprise like his entire career isn’t built around recognizing chain reactions.

Thankfully this time they only knock over an entire fucking couch.

“It’s not my deduction that was wrong,” The way L sounds when he’s out of breath shouldn’t be doing the things to you that it is but here you are, “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?”

“Yes,” Kira hisses back, “Yes it is. Besides you should hear yourself. It’s as if you won’t be satisfied unless I am Kira.”

“I won’t be satisfied unless you’re Kira?” L’s eyes flick to yours and you quirk a brow, “Well there may be some truth to that.”

Rude.

His gaze drifts back over to Kira, almost lazily, “In fact now that you mention it, you’re right. I think I wanted you to be Kira.”

Before the next punch that Kira throws can connect, you grab his arm with your far one, hauling him around towards you by it, and throw your other elbow back into his face with a cacophonous crack.

The sensation of his nose breaking against your blow is satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as it’s going to feel after you follow the motion through, your arm swinging past his head, then back again, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him down face first towards the floor, at the same time as you bring a knee up, into what's left of the already damaged cartilage and bone.

Another crunch can be felt as you fuck his nose up further and you grin at the feeling of blood soaking through denim.

His cry of pain is a god damn symphony to you.

Kira glares up at you and even though he’s been off for a while, more Light than dark so to speak, his watering brown eyes look blood red to you once again and it doesn’t surprise you at all when he lunges at you, teeth bared in a rage and pain fueled grimace.

What does surprise you is L once again kicking him across the fucking room.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t touch my consultant.” It’s the closest you’ve ever heard to him outright emoting and if you had to pick a word to describe it you could quite handily go with seething.

Instead all you can think is, “That’s so fucking hot.”

Meeting your eyes, L’s expression lifts very briefly into a soft smile, the one that’s too cute for him, and says, “I’m stronger than I look.”

Then the stupidly long chain reaches it’s limit and once again he’s hauled across the room.

The fight drags on and you find yourself delighted with how two versus one makes things so much easier.

At every opening L gives you, you get you land a blow to Kira, going for weak points, making it hurt.

A Jab to the kidneys using his own momentum as he throws himself at L. A kick out the back of his knee so he can't kick L when he's down. Ripping out a chunk of hair pulling him off of L.

Wrapping the stupid chain around his neck and pulling it tight from your end.

Kira thrashes in the restraint, L and yourself giving him enough wiggle room to breathe, but not enough to keep attacking.

Heavy breaths heave out of all three of you but you and L aren't paying attention to Kira, not beyond what it takes to keep him relatively still.

Your eyes trace a bead of sweat as it rolls down L's necks and your tongue darts out to trace against your bottom lip.

You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly.

Then the room's phone rings.

L sighs as the moment is cut through by the sudden noise and goes over to the phone and you fold Kira like a towel, kicking out his legs and slamming his cheek down onto the floor, hand fisted in his hair to keep him still.

It almost makes you feel better about the interruption... Almost.

“Yes?” L's voice is bored once again, though his body language comes off agitated form where he squats by the phone.

Pfft. Frog.

A pause.

“Oh. I see.”

L let’s the phone drop from between thumb and forefinger, hanging it up.

“What was that?” Kira asks, having gone limp beneath where you have him pinned. Although it's more accurate at this point to say he's limp beneath where you're sitting on him, since neither of your are fighting at the moment.

“Matsuda’s acting stupid again.”

Then L crab walks over to Misa and your's cake, scooping up frosting with his bare fingers and sucking them clean.

Your eyes bug out at the absurd display

“What did I just say about other peoples food?!” You try to sound outraged, or incredulous, but as you take in the way he's treating himself to your treat, you can't help the way your gaze locks onto his little pink tongue as it parts his thin lips and dips between long pale fingers, dragging up and in between, swirling around and then sucking them deep into his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

Kira makes a scoffing noise between you and you smack a hand between his shoulder blades, contented by the sound of the air whooshing out of his lungs.

When L finally withdraws sticky fingers with a pop, he sighs out, “You told me not to hope. You didn't say anything about starving myself.”

If you were sitting on anything other than Kira you’d be grinding your hips.

Narrowing your eyes in a mock stern expression, you stand up off of Kira, still winded from how you hit him, and with one last tug of the chain you let go and head for the bathroom, “You owe Misa and me more cake.”

“Of course, M.”

The emphasis is distinct in a way that forces you to pause in your steps.

M.

You had always just assumed it meant murderer, but it comes out sounding different.

It comes out sounding like “My consultant.”

It sounds like Mine.

[spongebobssquarepants]

Glass bridge with a cracking effect

[twentythousandvolts]

early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind

[sexygaywizard]

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