#Death note fanfic

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Wonder (L)

Kinktober 2023 Day Seventeen: Cockwarming

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You wonder…you wonder if they know. 

With every deep breath you take, you feel it. You know. With every slight shift, you feel it. You know. With every movement he makes- whether it’s his hand playing with the hem of your skirt as you sit snuggly on his lap or him splaying his hand flat against your stomach in an almost possessive way- you feel it. You know. And L of course does too. 

Yet here Matsuda is- standing right next to the two of you while he clicks away at a monitor and pulls up different files and video feeds from the evidence pile.

As if L’s cock wasn’t buried in your warm, wet pussy right now. 

“...but if you look at the camera feed here, you’ll see that the cultists were congregating around-”

  You can hear Matsuda talking. You can see his face lit up by the blue light of the screen, and his excitement grows as he talks about what he was able to deduce from the video footage. But all you can hear is just…just words. Same with Police Chief’s Yagami whispers to his team members. You’d like to think that they’re speaking about how weird it is that L only chooses to sit properly when you’re around. Or how they’re worried about your involvement with the Kira case since you’re a more public figure than L is. You’d like to think that. You’d like to. But…

“Hmmm, that is interesting Matsuda. Looks like you were useful after all.”

All you can focus on is him.

His deep hum right by your ear. The tickle of his breath as he breathes in and breathes out right beside you. And to top it off- the soft way he rolls and jerks his hips into you. Forcing you to shift around. Forcing you to adjust your position. Forcing you to feel it. And to not forget it. Not forget that out of all of the men in the room, there’s one who is completely unashamed to claim you as his own just for the sake of it. Just for his pleasure. 

It makes your face warm up even more just thinking about it. What would the rest of the Japanese Task Force say? What would they do? Hell, what would Light Yagami say? You know L admires him. Sees him as a friend even. But you have enough sense to know what you’re doing right now isn’t going to fly over so easily just because he’s the great and powerful L. Eight wonder of the world. That being said, you probably won’t catch the same amount of flack as he will considering how everyone knows how much he likes to rope you into his stupid ideas and incredulous behavior.

Still, it gets you wondering about things. About just how things would go if someone were to find out that you’re in this room not to help with the case but to be some wet, messy  whore  for the world’s greatest detective while he’s busy at work. In a room full of people. In a room full of strangers. Who have shown you nothing but kindness and bravery and respect since you’ve met them. 

It makes you wonder. And it makes you swallow nervously. Breathe heavily. Adjust your clothes ever so slightly. But worst of all? It makes you squeeze around it. Around him. Just like a wet, messy whore would. In a way that only brings little jolts- little moments of pleasure from all that happening beneath your skirt. It’s too risky to go any further. But you wonder if L knows that. You wonder if L even cares about that. You wonder. You wonder…

In fact, it makes you start to wonder so much and so hard that you don’t even realize the faces that you’re pulling. The flustered expressions that are hidden from everyone based on the way you’re facing. Everyone- except for Matsuda who manages to catch a glimpse of your expression in the reflection of one of the monitors. And before you can even blink- he’s turning around to face you and asking you a question.

“Are you okay? Did you see something?” He says- or at least, that’s what it seems like he said to you. You feel so guilty right now, you can barely listen to a word he says. It’s like an awful feeling is stirring up inside of you as you look into poor, sweet Mastuda’s face and take in his concern. But something is blocking that awful feeling from you having to open your mouth. It’s the same awful feeling that keeps you rooted to L’s lap and very, very quiet while he takes care of business. The same awful feeling that tells you to do the dirtiest of things like opening your legs a little wider or arching your back a little bit more. “Ryuzaki, is something wron-”

So you get the same amount of pleasure from him as he gets from you.

“Everything is fine, ” L answers for you, not even bothering to look back at Matsuda as he addresses him. Instead, you can feel L’s gaze on the side of your face. When you turn your head a little more in his direction, you’re met with the same passive expression on his face as always. But you know different. You know more than anyone else could get from him with one little glance. “Sometimes she gets a little worked up when she’s at work with me. But it’s fine .”

Worked up is an understatement right now. Because right now, your inner walls are fluttering around him. Right now, you’re growing a little too bold and reckless and you’re leaning into the subtle way he’s rolling you back onto his throbbing hard cock. And right now? You can’t even find it in yourself to care just how high L is bunching up the front of your skirt. 

“She can take it. Right?” 

Or the fact that Matsuda just drew a sharp breath at just a fraction of the sight of your parted thighs hiding the very thing that plugged your insides up all nice and full. 

Because right now? You’re only thinking about the thick, creamy white ring you’re probably leaving around his cock- a mess that he might just make you clean up with your tongue later if he gets you alone for long enough. You’re only thinking about when was the last chance he got up and properly  fucked you. And when that next chance will be. Oh, how you wonder. 

“Right…Ryuzaki~ ”

Oh, how you wonder. 

[bcdwhcre]

heyy can you write some fluff headcannons stuff about L x fem reader? Whatever you have in mind, thank uuu

“Gently,” L x Fem!Reader

Summary: Some cute gentle headcannons of L and the reader <3

Warnings: None

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Neither of you could explain how you both ended up in the position you were currently in right now but it just randomly happened.

You both sat in your living room, enjoying each other’s company and talked about whatever flowed from each of your mouths. That is until L ended up on the floor before you, his back facing you and his body sitting between your legs as you sat at the edge of the couch.

Your fingers combing through his long dark hair. The tv playing some comedy movie you had put on a while ago but began to talk and focus on each other instead.

Hair ties and hair clips rested on your lap as you started to comb and braid pieces of his hair a specific way. It was a dumb idea that you had brought up but it was a shock when L agreed to let you do it.

The smile on your face, the fits of giggles that escaped your mouth made it all worth it to him. Your laughter filling his ears, making the smile grow on his face.

He could feel your fingers tugging at his hair and doing whatever you wanted with it, making him a little nervous but also excited to see what you ended up coming up with.

The relationship you two shared have only been going on for a little less than a year. It randomly happened one day when you both met inside of a library, seeing you sit in a chair and read a thriller book.

It intrigued him and although he wasn’t the best at talking, he surprisingly had enough courage to walk up and make the first move.

After that the two of you bonded over books and over movies. Then you both found out that even though you were the same, you were also very different.

He was into sweets, you were into salty treats. He was into educational and detective books while you were into thriller and romance books.

Now here you both were.

“Ouch.” L mumbled, feeling the tug on his hair as you continued to braid the small pieces.

“Sorry.” You laughed slightly, the concentration on your face evident as you tried to work with what you were given.

After some time you finished, watching him stand up and the amount of laughter that left your lips as you watched him walk towards the mirror was a great amount.

He stared at himself in the mirror for what seemed like forever. Not only was he in shock with what you had done but he also found it hilarious. Some laughter escaped his mouth at the bright pink hair clips and the fact his hair was brush back from his forehead, exposing his entire face.

“I look ridiculous.” He spoke, turning to face you with a flushed face as if he was almost embarrassed at how funny he looked.

“I think you look like a pretty princess.” You admitted, crossing your arms over your chest in almost a pouty way.

“Thank you.” He stepped over, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

After that, without much thought of how you got there, you both were in the kitchen. His hair still braided and full of bright hair clips while you both started to make cupcakes, a treat he had been asking for all day.

You finally gave in, the both of you making quite a mess on the counters while trying to teach him how to make his own cupcakes so he can stop asking you to make them everyday.

“I know how to make them! I just like it when you make it.” He scoffed, cracking the egg open and letting the insides fall right into the bowl on top of the cupcake mix.

“So you’ve been pretending to not know?” You asked, the memories of him telling you he didn’t know how to make him so you can.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, a cheesy smile appearing on his lips.

“What a little shit.” You laughed, mixing the mix together and sticking your finger in it before rubbing off the mix onto the tip of his nose.

His nose began to scrunch up at the feeling of it while also in shock at the fact you decided to waste some mix just to put on his face.

“What a waste.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes and put another wipe of mix onto his cheek this time.

A sudden dramatic gasp fell from his lips at you wasting even more that could have gone to his precious cupcakes. L decided to lean forehead, pressing a kiss on your lips but only because the mix on his nose smeared against yours.

When he pulled back, he turned his head to rub his cheek on yours, once again smearing the mix on both of your faces. You let out a grunt, trying to pry yourself away from his body.

“Jesus, L!” You said out loud, hearing his small fits of laughter leave his lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t waste it like you. I’ll lick it off.”

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A/N:

Wondering if this is the fluff I had envisioned in my head but we’ll see how it does. It’s also somewhat short so I’m sorry :(

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[p0ssywhippedcream]

a/n; for my L lovers!! it's been too long since I wrote for him and im going back to my roots, hope y'all love it! this is hurt/comfort and fluff, L celebrating the reader's mother's birthday with them since they can't be w their family. enjoy <3

The quiet is stuffy, suffocating you in your desk chair next to L. With an achy soul, you persevere through another file and try to ignore the time that screams retreat to your room and take a bath. You’re frankly exhausted and already miserable to be working on the Kira case today.

And apparently, it’s noticeable because both Matsuda and Misa have mentioned your gloomy demeanor to which you brushed them off.

Now as you sit typing up a report on the evidence you just read, you realize you didn’t really digest any of it and have to re-examine the whole page. A soft groan slips out.

L’s keen ears alert him of your distress and suddenly your boss is turned in his chair to fully face you. The sight is mildly amusing, on account for the biscuit-stache he’s sporting above his top lip.

“What is it, Y/n?”

You shake your head, waving him off, “Nothing, sorry.”

His big eyes invade your vision as he shoves his face closer into yours inspecting your disheveled appearance. “Your eyes are bloodshot, you’re shaking slightly, you forgot my coffee this morning and you’ve been slow at work all day.”

You take the evidence he’s presented with an incredulous face, “I’m just tired, it’s almost ten.”

“Which you’ve never complained of before.” This isn’t the first time you’ve wanted to deck the guy but the urge is much stronger now.

“Your point?” You’re semi-grateful to be alone here with him, knowing full well the childish back-and-forth you’re having would’ve embarrassed you if the other taskforce members were here.

“You’re troubled. I’m curious, what bothers you?”

You huff as you come to the revelation that L was going to pry until you relented. You drop eye contact, twisting the ring on your finger. “It’s my mother’s birthday.”

“How come you didn’t request off?” He replies immediately, to which you snort and meet his abyssal eyes, “Would you have let me?”

His face says touché and you look back down, “Besides, she’s in the states right now. I wouldn’t be able to fly out there with everything going on.”

He nods and his thumb slides into the bed of his puffy lips, tucked in by his teeth. “Well..” He pauses, hesitates for one of the first times since you’ve met him and clears his throat, “I wouldn’t have personal experience with the event, but it is tradition to celebrate your parent’s birthday, no?”

When you shake your head in agreement, L’s pointer finger locates the Watari intercom button. He requests a piece of strawberry cake and glancing at you, a piece of red velvet with a couple candles. You never told him it was your favorite, and realizing he cares enough to find out on his own loosens the strain on your heart a little.

The deserts are brought within mere minutes, placed in front of you with a handful of wax sticks and a small lighter. He hands you the candles in his strange way, your fingers brushing on his pale, nimble ones. You smile softly to yourself, arrange them to make a 57 in the cake and watch as he flicks the lighter and sets ablaze the wicks. You look up, a bashful grin as you say “It’s not technically my birthday, so i don’t know if i’m supposed to blow them out.”

“Suppose we do it together, do you reckon it cancels out?”

You giggle then, the sound airy and light in the cold room. “Like PEMDAS?”

“Sure.” He tosses a singular nod to the right.

“Okay,” Your happy eyes squint at his, seeing the playful quirk of his mouth as you both lean forward. His white skin shines with yellow and orange in the light and he looks strangely handsome so close to you. You purse your lips, watching him copy you before you close your eyes and wish for this stupid case to end, feeling the light gust of L's sweet breath on your cheeks.

When your eyelids crack open again, you find his ever-searching gaze on you as he starts to pluck the wax from your cake. You give him a small smile, finding peace and intimacy in the place you risk your life everyday with a man you never thought you’d come to like.

You wonder what will happen when Kira is gone, if you’ll ever see this strange introvert again and it makes you almost sad to have wished for its end. Guilt comes after when you remember all those who have lost their lives and pain flashes in your pupils. L mistakes it for maternal longing.

“She misses you.” Your mouth pops open in surpirse, eyes doing the same when he tilts his head and you can see how he feels for once. Compassion sits in the inky depths of his gaze and it stuns you to your core. “I would.”

The moment sits heavy with emotion before a fork is plunging into your piece of cake and he’s stealing a bite with a mischievous expression. You chuckle, opting to reply with a roll of your eyes and nimble at the desert yourself.

“Thank you.” You whisper, the sound of monitors the only noise in the empty room. He lets out a noncommittal grunt and you lapse back into the quiet. As you eat your separate cakes, you swallow around the understanding that you don’t mind sharing the silence if it’s with him. In fact, you wouldn’t mind sharing anything if it was with him.

[satorusluver]

Matt pining over fellow Wammy kid reader lives rent free in my head.

Matt, who is one of your oldest friends. The two of you stuck to each other like glue through the hell that was growing up at Wammy's House. Even more so after Mello ran way, leaving what had been your (sometimes tumultuous) trio of friendship behind.

Matt, who followed you to America like a lost puppy the moment he graduated from Wammy's because where you are is what feels like home to him. He may have lost out on the L succession, but he wasn't going to lose you too.

Matt, who is more than just your roommate - he's your found family.

Matt, whose smile falters ever so slightly when you tell him he's the closest thing you've ever had to a brother.

Matt, who you suspect has feelings for you that are more than platonic. You have for years now; it's hard to miss the way he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. But you're both the only constant the other has in this world, and both of you are afraid to take that step and risk losing that bond. So you don't dare ask him, and he doesn't dare tell you - even as the lines between platonic and romantic are slowly becoming blurred.

[shydroid3000]

I've been turning over a Lawlight fic idea in my mind where L drugs Light with psychedelics to see if it shakes anything loose. He couldn't officially use anything Light said during the experience as evidence, but he figures it could produce some solid leads to follow. (Idea was inspired by this fanart of L).

It is very interesting to me to think about how Light would react to psychedelics. Because, oh, the ways that boy's mind would torture him. All of the shit he represses and suppresses so hard. The guilt he runs away from... building a new world because nowhere in this world is far enough away.

Would that guilt spill out, even during Yotsuba when his memories around the DN are gone? Would he become just a sad, pitiable, scared little boy, asking desperately if he's good? Asking for his dad, his sister, his mom?

But not just the guilt... How would L react if Light started rambling about how much he wanted L to respect him? How much he *wanted* L? How when L said Light was his first real friend, Light felt the same. He doesn't know now why it was so impossible to say it then. Anyway, now that he thinks about it, he's probably in love with L.

Also, him seeing Ryuk around while high as fuck could have some funny possibilities haha. And would the handcuff chain freak him out at some point? Would he start to feel claustrophobic and trapped and beg pathetically for L to take it off?

I'm not sure if the drugging would be something that L would have the task force in on. Needing to convince Soichiro and the others, like with the solitary confinement or handcuffs or fake-execution. Or if L would just do it on his own (with only Watari's knowledge), slipping something into Light's drink one night after they go back to L's room.

Anyway, it's all loose and impressionistic in my mind right now. But I think I might write a one-shot about the scenario, because something about Light fucked up on psychedelics (with L as his fascinated and untrustworthy guide) is irresistible to me haha.

[kira-sucks-lawlipops]

Death Note Fic Hunt

Trying to track down an old fanfic I remember reading years ago. Might have been posted on fanfic.net and never made it to Ao3?

The basic premise is that Light gets a second chance at life. Ryuk gets bored again and makes a deal with the shinigami king for Light to be pulled out of Mu and reincarnated, on the condition that he must save as many lives as Kira took in the original timeline. Possibly the incentive is that if he succeeds he will have lived a life free of the Death Note and thereby avoid going to Mu after he dies again, and the punishment if he fails is that he becomes a shinigami or something??

So Light is reborn back in time as a baby but with his adult intelligence and memories of the previous timeline. (This fucks up his relationship with his mother who is extremely unnerved by her Weird Wrong Baby.) He relives his early childhood but as soon as possible he establishes himself as a detective and starts solving cases under the pseudonym Kira. This catches the attention of L, who becomes obsessed with trying to discover the true identity of the new challenger to his title of World's Greatest Detective. Light fucks with him by sending gifts to Wammy's House.

The fic was incomplete last time I read it, and I think it ended right around when Light and L were about to meet in person for the first time.

Scenes I remember:

Sachiko listening in horror from the hallway while baby!Light teaches himself how to talk. His real first word is 'Kira', but a few days later he pretends his first word is 'Mama' and she's like 'Why is my fucked up baby pretending to be normal?'

Light as a toddler or very small child approaching one of the detectives from the Kira Task Force (can't remember which one - possibly the guy who dies really early) and saying something like 'I'm a super genius who knows everything about you and possibly I have some kind of supernatural powers. Come work for me and tell no one.' And the guy is like 'What the fuck? Okay I guess.' and then he becomes Light's Watari figure, helping him set up his secret double-life as an international super detective.

At one point Light saves people from a burning building, because he remembered that people died there and every life he can save counts. This prompts him to realise that eventually he will have to save Misa from dying also, which he is annoyed by because he knows it will cause him problems in the future.

Ryuk is hanging around to keep track of how many lives Light saves and at one point he asks if Light is still planning to join the police. Light is like, 'No I'm doing enough detective stuff in my secret double life, for my day job I'm probably going to go into medicine, maybe become a cardiac surgeon' and Ryuk finds that hilarious.

L keeps getting gifts from Kira and it freaks him out because they're weirdly personal and no one is supposed to know who he is or where Wammy's House is. One year he is hanging around Wammy's in late October, half expecting Kira will send him a birthday present. Nothing comes on October 31st and after a few days L is still sulking about it, so Watari is like 'Okay, it's time to move on now' but then on November 5th an arrangement of flowers for a funeral arrives and L is like 'What is this supposed to mean???'

Please let me know if you remember this fic or know how to find it!!

[sailorstickybunz]

trying to get back into fanfiction but struggling to find fics i enjoy like i did when i was younger. if you have any general interview with the vampire/iwtv armandaniel/hannigram/lawlight fanfics and/or authors to rec pls reblog this and drop the title/author and what you liked about the fics in the tags!

[homosexualworkaccount]

Pull Apart My Thin Skin

Rating: Teen And Up Audeinces

Relationship: L/Yagami Light

Summary: “No,” L says simply. “I have only found that being relaxed helps me sleep better, but that is so with most people, and I find it distinctly difficult to identify when I am relaxed, so I am open to any ideas that you may have.”

And — and Light truly takes a moment to comb through the litany of information he has gathered obsessively over the years; hours of clicking through websites, days spent combing through entire sections of libraries, weeks spent in the biology department of his university — the human body, a fascinating organism that produces, creates and reacts from chemicals and environments; fighting foreign substances and fighting itself when it needs to.

The intimate feeling of blood rushing through his wrists and organs sitting in his torso feels heavier than ever. “What about skin to skin contact?”

L stills, locked in motion, face only showing traces of emotion through his eyes slightly cracking wider; an instinctual reaction borne from needing to widen the visual field if the body reacts to something it perceives as dangerous.

(Or, Light’s fascination with the human body and L’s lack of boundaries crash together. Surprisingly, it doesn’t end badly.)

[mapsareforbraindeads]

“The rain kept falling, but it didn’t make a sound. It was.. quiet. Light didn’t think he liked the quiet, not when he had L to fill the silence for him. Without him, it felt empty.”

habromania comes to AO3 in two months.

[dukeofdelirium]

A Certain Slant of Light

Chapter Two: overture

pairing: L x Light

word count: 6,123

god help me I just uploaded the second chapter to my DN/lawlight fic 🫡 this chapter killed me btw and I cried real tears trying to write it

fic summary: And he felt, in that fraction of a second, that he’d condemned this man. That he had witnessed his savage ascent, and ripped him cruelly back to the dirt by the chain that had bound them before he could belong to the sky.

It wasn’t a punishment any more than it was a salvation. But if L had to clip his wings, keep him in this state of dullness lest he set himself alight trying to reach the rays of sun, he would.

OR

After Light regains his memories of the Death Note, L gathers enough evidence to arrest him. But instead of sending Light to his executioner, L decides to make a wager.

[smallsinger5901]

’oh, i think im gonna read some f/f fics today!’

the options:

Tagged as F/F as well as literally everything else under the sun

f/f ship as a side/implied pairing to the real, male ship

’this can be read as romantic or platonic!-‘

character assassination/wildly ooc

like seriously this is original fiction, who are these people

[0 fics found under filter- F/F]

[manias-wordcount]

Shower Slides (L Lawliet)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twelve: Thighjob

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

L usually doesn’t knock before he opens the door. 

But that’s alright. That’s okay. You never really minded. You never really cared to lock anything when you knew it was just you and him alone. And besides, to you, he was always welcomed where you were. Always. But he was also L. You couldn’t deny that. You just couldn’t. That’s why you didn’t have anyone to blame for your current predicament. 

Absolutely no one to blame- except for yourself. 

“Hrrgh…” Your boyfriend’s voice comes out softly from his throat as he moans into your ear. It’s a low sound. A desperate one. A needy one. But it’s not unfamiliar. And certainly not unattractive. It pairs nicely with the way his body molds into yours. It’s just loud enough to be heard over the wild shuffling that happens as he tries to bury his face into your way into your neck. It’s accented with kisses. It’s peppered in little love bites. It’s a gesture that reminds you all too much of clingy L- the one who has tried on many occasions to hold you in an attempt to keep you from leaving his side. But you know the truth here, and the man that you're dealing with right now is not too dissimilar from clingy L. But unfortunately for you…“So soft...like pillows…”

…it’s horny L. Really, really, really horny L. But worse than that?

He’s horny L who currently having a field day with your thighs.

“Baby?” You keep your voice soft as you utter the petname you have for your boyfriend, trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, it seems almost instantly that he must have barely heard it over the sound of his own grunting- if he even heard it at all. And you couldn’t help but wonder if you needed to speak his name louder in order for him to even acknowledge you- much less, break him out of his stupor. But a second later, you feel the grip on your body tighten and an uncharacteristic, displeased, and low sound rumble through his body. You don’t think you’re reaching him anytime soon. But then again, you’re not surprised.

This isn’t the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of the shower. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of this particular hotel’s shower. He was never really shy about sharing spaces with you. And he adored you too much to let you have too much privacy. He just wanted to be privy to just about every little detail about you there is. But you figured he was just a curious wandering as he opened up the door and walked into the bathroom while you were just stepping out of the shower. You thought he just wanted to gawk and stare and observe you as you began to dry off and perform your aftershower routine. In the way that only L really could.

But he seemed more restless than usual. He didn’t seem too content with leaning with his back against the door and eyeing you down carefully from afar. He didn’t seem too content with just watching you flutter around the bathroom- moving from vanity to shower to where you get you kept all your self-care products and so on. So, he started creeping closer and closer. And at some point, you couldn’t help but notice the distance between you two starting to steadily disappear. Just like you couldn’t help but intentionally turn around every now and give a little swing of your hips. Something to get even a man like L a little excited.

But perhaps you underestimate just how excited he would get just a tad bit too much.

Because all too quickly, the distance between the two of you disappeared completely. You couldn’t help but squeal as you felt him come up behind you and wrap an arm tightly around your midsection. You tried to tell him- you tried to warm him that you’ll only get his clothes soaked and he’ll have to change out of them or deal with sitting in slightly damp clothes. But his breathing started to get heavier. And the way he would rut against your backside became more pronounced. 

And now? You were being pushed into a wall by his lanky, yet strong body. His pants were pooling around his ankles and his boxers were halfway down his legs. Your towel was tossed to the side somewhere far from where you could reach it so he could keep his hands on your hips. His long, dark hair was tickling your throat as he pushed his face against your neck. And his cock- in all its long and leaky and needy glory- was pushing itself through what little space it can find between your thighs. Exactly how he wants it.

“...so soft…” L murmurs- almost like he’s stuck in a trance. You couldn’t see him or his cock from this position. But you could feel the warm, thick thing as it rubbed up against your thighs. And you hear the rustle of his clothes as he moves around, trying to get the best angle possible without actually sticking it in. “...they’re so soft…”

You wondered if you should tell him that he’s allowed to. But then, you wondered if he would even care. He seemed caught up in this particular feeling. He seemed lost in his own mind. Guard down, eyes glazed over, and attention went as he focused on the feeling of his dick being squeezed between two pretty, plush thighs. And unsurprisingly, you couldn’t exactly share in the same feelings to the same intensity. You couldn’t derive as much pleasure as your L did from this position. You just couldn’t. Even though the slow rolls of his hips into your backside mimicked the motion of sex, it was him alone lost in the euphoria of his own creation. It’s not like he was even coherent enough to rub his cock up against your clit or even try to push it inside your lower lips on the occasional.

That said, it’s not that like you weren’t enjoying yourself, of course. Every snap of his hips that sent his cock through your thighs as you squeezed them as tight as you could for him had you moaning softly as well. And who wouldn’t at such an erotic scene? Who wouldn’t want to share in such an intimate moment with their boyfriend? Who wouldn’t want to take advantage of what happens when you have a boyfriend who never knocks. You would be a fool not to. And besides…

…who says this wasn’t all a part of your plan to begin with?

[geek-tabulous]

I need to talk about this nsfw lawlight fic I'm writing cause I'm at a little over 4k words and light is only just now fingering himself.

[mindbreak]

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[ynverse]

chemical imbalance

L x gn! reader | fluff

a/n: i want to cause a chemical imbalance in his brain so badly

“it seems like you have caused a chemical imbalance within my body.”

your head whipped towards L at his random outburst. it wasn’t unusual for the man to ignore social cues, or be wholly inept and unaware of the clues at all, but this sentence felt different.

“ryuzaki, what,” you questioned, putting down some files regarding the third kira, “is this your way of saying you suspect me of being the second kira again? we have already proven misa was the second kira.”

if this were another accusation, you would probably rip your hair out of frustration. you suspected light of being the first kira - more like knew he was after he randomly gained misa amane as a “girlfriend.” understandably, your connection to light made the notorious L wary of you being the second kira - the idea of childhood friends sticking together wasn’t one he could rule out. thankfully, misa’s sudden appearance cleared your name - though, the detective wanted you to stay with the task force for the time being to prove you had zero relation to the case. L also valued the fact that you could push your emotions aside and try to help solve the case, something he grew to appreciate more when soichiro finally accepted your word against light’s and viewed his son as a possibility.

“frankly speaking, the likelihood of you being kira at some point in time will never be completely zero,” L calmly stated, his teeth barely brushing against his calloused thumb, “however, this is not directly about the kira case.”

“oh?”

you couldn’t help but tilt your head slightly, wondering what he meant. it wasn’t unheard of for you to be stumped by the man deemed the world’s greatest detective (the world’s top three greatest detectives apparently) but something told you this was different. to be honest, you didn’t even think he had the capacity or desire to think about anything beyond the kira case. he spent dollar after dollar, risked life and limb, and even resorted to morally grey techniques to get this far…the idea of him focused on anything else seemed absurd.

“my ventral tegmental area started producing dopamine around you.”

“uhm,” you hummed aloud, “am i supposed to understand what you mean?”

the detective only let his shoulders sag even more, seemingly annoyed he had to explain to you further. L greatly understood that there was a price for everything but he couldn’t help but feel aggravated at times when he had to explain himself. it was an easy deduction in his mind, one so simple that an explanation shouldn’t be needed. there was also a nagging in his mind that was not from intellectual superiority. a nagging that felt like he shouldn’t explain himself for fear of actually being understood. logically, it made sense for him to want to fault you for the feelings that have risen inside of him but his heart was suddenly trying to sway the detective’s reasoning. human emotions are such fickle things, always hindering the logical capabilities of the species is capable of.

sentience lies within emotions. that is what made humans scientifically the better species, as many researchers like to argue, but L felt as if it was the opposite. his owlish eyes only glinted in them when he knew he has won a game, his childish nature only appearing at times when others would deem it insignificant. L did not need emotions to hinder him. he saw the way soichiro looked over at his son with loving eyes and a strong sense of familial connection, completely ignoring the fact that his son is a likely candidate for the world’s most wanted. L did not want to be blinded by emotion, but it was not in his nature to go down feebly.

“dopamine plays a huge role in addiction miss y/n. it jumps from each of our neurons and builds a pathway for the stimuli to take over our whole brain. then the nucleus accumbens increases the production of dopamine. this causes the adrenal gland to become active which manufactures adrenaline and norepinephrine; our flight or fight response is now present - though i suppose it is now flight, fight, freeze, fawn, or submit. do you understand where i am leading,” L tilted his head, his owlishly dark eyes gazing straight at yours.

you honestly understood maybe seventy-five percent of what he said at most. you would look around the room to get help from others — a common occurrence as no one could keep up with the eccentric detective — but it was just you and L present at the moment. typically, these small moments between the two of you were interrupted by a discovery or watari bringing snacks to help the both of you focus. you liked the idea of the aloof man beside you speaking and interacting like normal, as normal as he can get, but you were beginning to feel a little frustrated by his statements. for one, they made you feel incredibly stupid as you couldn’t process the words he was saying at the speed at which he did. secondly, you were close to finding a link to the third kira but that was now lost in your mind as the detective managed to garner all your attention. and lastly, you were irritated by how pretty he seemed to be with the blue light from the screens radiating off his ghostly pale skin. the man who, although justified, is aiming to put her best friend behind bars. the man who uses moral grey but legal techniques to gain victory. the man who probably saw her as a pawn, maybe even a bishop if she was lucky, in this chess match constructed by him and light… the man who was beside you. this wasn’t a place for emotions but would you be human if you didn’t seem to show immense sentience at the worst times?

“ryuzaki, please speak japanese or even english - just not whatever this is,” you sighed exasperatedly.

L moved his thumb from his bottom lip and let out a small sigh, “you are clouding my judgment. when you are around, my frontal lobe doesn’t seem to be occupying at full capacity even when i sit the way i do. my amygdala seems broken; the idea of you being kira in any sense seems to be statistically plausible yet i cannot fathom it. you are hindering my detective work and my capabilities - though, i do not anticipate it as purposeful which is more frustrating. i think it would be safe to assume i have feelings for you.”

“romantic feelings ryuzaki? or platonic? no offense,” you started, seeing his eyes analyze your every move, “but you don’t seem like the type to be able to tell the difference.”

“if it was strictly platonic, my frontal lobe and amygdala would not be as hindered. it seems more plausible to me that these feelings are romantic.”

you could only stare at him, unaware of the heat rising to your face and your hands playing with themselves. you both knew this was not the time to build strong emotional attachments to one another but who were you at your core if not someone who yearned for affection?

“based on your reaction, i assume you feel the same way…or at least aren’t appalled by the idea,” L turned back towards the screen, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “we do not have to do anything about this at the moment, I rather have us both be safe from kira before we try to progress or discuss anything between us.”

you simply nodded before looking back at the files on the yotsuba group, pretending to focus as you try to gaze at the detective from the corner of your eyes. this wasn’t the time for romance but you both would try and make the time available as soon as possible. however, for now, you two would enjoy the comfort of knowing the feelings were mutual and that at the end of this path, someone would be waiting for you with open arms.

[starcrossedandstupid]

new fic just dropped, death note, not traffic...but I do have a couple wild life fic ideas in the works, I just don't have a lot of time to write at the moment