#L x gender neutral reader

[akixxsstuff]

I Need You

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

Slight NSFW content // Fluff // Third and final part //Click here for part 1 // Click here for part 2

Summary: Despite his blushing, you're convinced L isn't interested in you after your flirting is rejected. However as you pass the bathroom later that night, you hear L groaning your name and you decide to confront him.

"Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!".

You blushed as you pressed your ear against the door, you knew it! L was interested in you! Well...his dick and hand was at least. You had left your bedroom for a bathroom break but as you reached for the door handle, a loud grunt erupted from the other side, followed by the phrase: "Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!".

You felt like such a sick pervert for listening but you couldn't help but feel so giddy and happy. You had such an adoration and fascination with L, who wouldn't? He was so mysterious and intelligent; yet remaindered you of a baby panda with his dark, doe eyes and pale skin. You greatly respected his dedication towards any case and found his dry humor and social awkwardness to be endearing.

Annoyingly however, L was always so calm and collected, so you'd do anything to see him flustered and at a loss for words; especially if it was between groans while thrusting sloppily inside your mouth. And since you were impatient and hated to not get what you want, (like L) you decided to make your move.

Which ended up with you asking L to spank you....oops. But despite his rejection, you still had the confirmation you wanted.

"Why are you always hunching over Ryuzaki?" Misa blurts.

"You're back would be hunched over too if you were carrying the entirety of the Kira case" you quip back.

"Thank you Y/N. However by that logic Misa your straight posture would indicate that you aren't doing much for the Kira investigation" L replies flatly.

"That's so rude! It's not my fault that you won't let me do anything! Besides Light's opinion is all I really care about, so back off!" Misa wails.

"Hey relax Misa, last time I checked beauty and charisma doesn't crack a case" you reply cheerfully.

"Awwwww! You're so sweet Y/N, you're definitely a lot nicer than Ryuzaki!" Misa huffs before runing off to cling onto Light.

"I really need to bake more treats for you Ryuzaki, it'll keep your mouth busy so you won't be able to make anymore snarky remarks" you chuckle while rolling your eyes.

"For your treats? I'd annoy Misa everyday".

Now that Misa had dragged Light off with her, and the task force was out on a mission, you decided to confront L.

"Ryuzaki...I want to talk about the comment I made last night...ya know...the one about.." you trail off.

L puts his tea cup down and turns to you, "There's no need to worry Y/N, if you let me have your last piece of cake then we can forget about it".

"Who said I wanted to forget about it?" you shoot back.

L sighs, "You need to Y/N".

"Why?".

"Because I can't entertain the suggestion you made last night, it would be inappropriate and it's not relevant to the case".

To you, L was a puzzle that wouldn't give you all the pieces. To L, you were another one of his relentless cases that he wanted to pull away from, but always went back to because of a new clue.

You roll your eyes, "I heard a different story last night in the bathroom".

"I don't know what you're referring to" L says now turning his gaze away from you.

You raise from your chair, lean down and softly moan in L's ear, "Does Y/N..I need you..Y/N ring a bell?"

Those words and you're hot breath against the shell of L's ear sends shivers down his spine, "I still don't know what you're talking about" L quivers while biting his lip.

You smirk against L's cheek, "I don't see how lying is going to benefit you Ryuzaki, don't you want what you were thinking from me?".

L pauses.

"M-m-maybe...I just.."

You interrupt L mid sentence by gently kissing his lips. L's eyes widen as his lips remain still against your soft pecks. You stroke his cheek reassuringly and he begins to tenderly kiss you back. Your kisses are passionate and slow until needy L picks up the pace and bites onto your sweet, soft lip. L had never driven on pure instinct, he always planned everything 10 steps ahead and analyzed even the tiniest variable. But for once, all that could go through L's mind was more, more touch, more pleasure and more you. L pulls you into his lap and you straddle him, you both moan as you start grinding against his harding cock.

"Y/N...God!..f-faster please..." L pleds.

You grind harder and faster onto L's crotch without a second thought, L holds your hips to guide you and breaks the kiss, his hot tongue now draging up and down your neck. "Ryuzaki" you breathlessly moan, "You know my real name, use it Y/N" L groans, "L!" you cry.

L whines as you suddenly break away from him, "Are we stopping Y/N?".

"N-no I j-just" you stammer, "I'm sorry?" L asks bewilderely. "It's just that...Matsuda is standing right there".

"I'm so sorry Ryuzaki! And Y/N! I promise I wasn't trying to watch, I just forgot something!" Matsuda stammers.

"Ugh Matsuda you idiot! Leave!" L snaps.

"Yes Ryuzaki! Sorry Ryuzaki, let me just..."

"Now" L barks.

You both watch Matsuda run out the room.

"We should probably stop, it's inappropriate and not relevant to the case" you grin.

"Let me spank and fuck you first" L smirks.

[attackurheart88]

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

[faintrustle]

"He's kind of attractive if you like your man rough around the edges."

[writer-freak]

Lads x Gn reader | Nice Pants. Can I test the zipper?

Characters: Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus and Zayne

Warning: gn reader, suggestive, english isn't my first language, pretty short

A/n: And another version of this prompt this time with the guys from lads. I am personally not that into Zayne but my friend loves him so I try my best to write for him. Hope you guys enjoy.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Xavier

You and Xavier are lounging around in his living room, taking a break. He’s leaning against your shoulder almost dozing off while you are on your phone. After seeing the post you turned your head toward Xavier.

“Nice pants,” you say, biting your lip to hide a grin. “Can I test the zipper?”

Xavier pauses, glancing up at you with one eyebrow quirked. “Test the zipper, huh?” he repeats, now awake and clearly amused. His eyes scan your face, trying to figure out if you’re serious or just messing with him.

He leans back, crossing his arms. “Go ahead, but if this is a TikTok prank, I’m confiscating your phone.”

You laugh, reaching for the zipper, but he catches your hand midway, pulling you close instead. “Just so you know,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, “once you start, I might not let you stop.”

Rafayel

Rafayel is sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a book, but you can tell he’s not really reading it. His eyes keep drifting toward you, clearly more interested in what you’re up to.

You decide to have a little fun. “Nice pants,” you say, leaning over the back of the couch with a sly grin. “Mind if I test the zipper?”

Rafayel freezes, his book slipping from his fingers, and he turns to look at you with wide eyes. For a split second, he looks genuinely surprised, but then a slow, mischievous smile spreads across his face.

“What did you just say?” he asks, a playful spark in his voice like he’s daring you to repeat yourself.

You repeat the question, trying to sound as innocent as possible, but there’s a clear challenge in your tone. Rafayel lets out a laugh, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “You really know how to keep things interesting,” he says, shaking his head with a grin.

He shifts on the couch, patting his lap invitingly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Alright then, be my guest. But just know… this might end up being a full demonstration, not just a test.”

The playful challenge in his voice makes your heart race, but you just grin back at him. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” you reply, your tone matching his.

Sylus

Sylus is busy cleaning his gun, and you decide this is the perfect moment to hit him with your line.

“Nice pants, Sy. Can I test the zipper?”

He doesn’t even look up at first, just hums in acknowledgment. Then, as the words sink in, he stops what he’s doing and finally glances at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Excuse me?” His tone is flat, but there’s a twitch at the corner of his mouth that shows his amusement.

You repeat the question, and he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Is that a TikTok thing?” he asks, deadpan.

You nod, grinning. “Yup.”

He shakes his head, chuckling under his breath. “TikTok’s gonna get you into trouble one of these days.”

Before you can respond, he stands up, closing the distance between you in two steps. He tilts your chin up with one hand, his gaze intense. “But sure, darling, go ahead. Just remember, once you start, there’s no turning back.”

He steps back, gesturing grandly to his zipper with a smirk. You laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up as you realize what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

Zayne

Zayne is engrossed in some charts, his focus completely elsewhere as you slide up next to him. You wait for just the right moment before dropping your line.

“Nice pants, Zayne. Can I test the zipper?”

He blinks, the words taking a second to register his usually calm expression morphing into something darker. He turns to you, leaning in so close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “You might start something you can’t finish.”

He straightens up, pretending to return to his work, but you notice the slight flush on his cheeks. A chuckle escapes him, and he shakes his head. “Where do you come up with these things?”

You shrug. “TikTok.”

Zayne smirks. “Well, let’s hope TikTok doesn’t get you into too much trouble.”

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[bugs1nmybrain]

✨️ L Lawliet w/ a Shy & Insecure Reader Headcanons ✨️

Notes: I got real specific here. I need some validation haha. I swear if L ever complimented me I'd implode and then explode like I've done many times in the DS game (don't make fun of me >:<)

I'm adding pink text and sparkles to the title. Cope with it DN twt

Warnings: 18+!!! There is some sexy content, no gendered terms or pronouns. I tried being inclusive with the sexy stuff. Talks about poor self-esteem and insecurities. L being his rude ass self at one point. Reader described as quiet. I did indeed write L as a sweetheart, and I don't regret it one bit! :D. Not proofread

For starters, shy isn't a problem for L. He appreciates that you're quiet and relatively polite. It makes it easier for him to get away with dating you because he knows you're not going to be obnoxious around headquarters, and there's a good chance you'll never even mention that you're his partner

He finds it vry cute. Especially when you stumble over your words when he flirts with you. His pride is very comfy with you.

You are a perfect parallel play lover!!! He's grateful that you don't pester him when he's busy, but he doesn't mind you being around him. You can draw, do homework, write, play video games, anything. He just appreciates your company. He's also 100% paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

But because you're quiet, sometimes you don't share all of your thoughts with him and it can make for a satisfying relationship. L sure as shit isn't disclosing a lot of stuff, so he sees it as even

A lot of your secrets are insecurities, though. You worry a lot about your competency as a romantic partner. Whether it's your intelligence, physical beauty, personality, interests, anything really. You're always anxious that you're not enough, and not enough for him.

L knows well that you lack confidence. He's torn, actually, because he wants to see you become more sure of yourself and he'll try to help. He teaches you skills when he has time and makes sure to compliment you when you do something good. Sometimes he stretches the truth in his praises just to make you feel better. He knows you value his opinion a lot.

However, your insecure nature is an easy opening for him to get away with a lot. Nothing that serious, but secret tests are a given with L, and he does like to test if you'll push through him not given you the validation he knows you want. It actually does make him feel like 10% bad, though, and he'll make up for it.

He understands why you're insecure, but at the same time, he thinks it's silly. Especially when you admit to him that you're worried about your physical appearance or sexual abilities. It's in those moments he just wants to tell you to stop because "have you seen me, y/n?"

But yes please flatter his ego

When you started sleeping together it actually was pretty smooth and natural

I truly believe L was a virgin until you, so he probably wasn't much more confident than you

The doom of adult virginity/inexperience is that everyone expects you to be pornographic by now, and for an insecure person that can be very demanding

L doesn't expect that and won't be disappointed by something slow and "vanilla." He likes that, honestly. But of course, if/whenever you're ready for something more spicy, he's very open to communicating about it

This guy is just happy to touch you, period

If you fumble because you're nervous, he's not upset, but he'll redirect you with affirming words

He does admittedly get irritated by consistent nagging and the self-deprecating comments you make. It annoys him after a bit. He'll likely disengage to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you're persistent, he'll give it to you straight.

"The only thing you should be insecure about is that you're a broken record."

Fight the tears

It actually does make him upset when you doubt him and his love for you. It makes him feel like you don't trust him. L is aware that he's deceptive by nature, but he wants you to trust that he values you. He certainly wouldn't be in a committed relationship with you if his feelings weren't genuine

So he reminds you. Again. And again. That he wants you in his life and treasures you

You're lucky that he loves you so much

Sometimes, you'll go through periods of isolating from him because you're afraid of bothering him. Trust me. He's glad to have time to work, but he does pick up on your distance quick

You're so afraid of asking him for attention

or even just a bite of his cake. He always offers, tho.

But yea. L is a busy guy and comfortable in seclusion, so he isn't that clingy. He can go a long time without checking in on you, which doesn't help the paranoia

When he decides to take a break for once, usually his first instinct is to either 1. Get coffee or a treat, or 2. Make a bee line to see you!!

OR 3. BRING YOU FOOD TO SHARE

Know that he loves you much more than most things. You are his priority, even if his work takes precedence at times.

He'll attempt to build your trust over time because he understands how hard it is to believe in someone's honesty. It'll get better, and you'll likely start to feel more self-assured with him. L talks a lot, but he believes actions speak louder than words, so he'll show you how much he loves you through the little things because you light up his world after an exhausting day full of murder and nonstop thinking. You're home to him and he wants you to feel the same way about him.

[authorred]

Power Struggle | Sylus x gn!reader | Love and Deepspace | Part 1

➺ Preface: Having fallen into the hands of the leader of Onychinus himself, it's obvious he enjoys watching you squirm and try to run from him. He has the power to make you yield, to make you stay. But little does he know; you have the same power; you just don't use it nearly as often. How will he react when you grow tired of being his plaything?

➺ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED THIS MAN CARNALLY, RELIGIOUSLY, BIOLOGICALLY, INNATELY, INHERENTLY, GENEOLOGICALLY, MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY, I NEED HIM TO DESTROY ME I NEED HIM TO RUIN MY LIFE, MY HOUSE, MY JOB, MY POSSESSIONS, MY PUS--

I'm so sorry Zayne I love you pookie pls forgive me but FUCK!

➺ Part 2 (coming soon)

Warning(s): None

Your eye twitches when you see the familiar red gleam of Mephisto’s eyes. No matter where you go in the N109 Zone, that crow is always following you. Why Sylus feels the need to keep an eye on you 24/7, you have no idea. It’s not like you’re doing anything. Perhaps it’s a security thing. To make him feel better. Either way, you’re hyperaware of the influence he has on the entire zone. Just his name alone is enough to spark conversations—good or bad.

You walk up to Mephisto and stare at him. “Are you going to follow me everywhere I go as long as it’s in the N109 Zone?” You ask.

Mephisto caws and tilts his head, his beak clacking together. Almost as if he’s saying ‘yes’. You give him a flat look before sighing. “Guess you can’t help it. You’re stuck with Sylus too, huh?”

~ When you enter Sylus’s base (or whatever it is, you never bothered to ask) Mephisto flies through the open door and past you. You assume he’s going to find his owner. You sigh and shut the door behind you, walking deeper into the foyer. It was typical of Sylus to be rather secluded—you don’t ever recall a time where he greeted you. Not that you expect it, per se.

With Sylus doing God knows what, and you not having to do anything, you decide to entertain yourself. Trotting off, you head to Sylus’ boxing ring. The last time you went there, your ‘lesson’ with Sylus happened, and though informative (you supposed) it wasn’t anything you didn’t know. Sometimes you graced him with the ability to feed his superiority complex. You walk over to a locker and open it, grabbing some red hand wraps. Having done this so many times before, you quickly wrap the cloth around and between your knuckles and fingers. When they're secure and you get everything else ready, you step into the ring and start lightly jogging in place to get your blood up. You hop over to the punching bag and wait a moment before beginning to lay out into it.

Your punches connect cleanly, the impacts crisp and strong. The punching bag swings from where it's hung from the ceiling via chain. You can feel the burn in your muscles begin to grow after several minutes of punching, and you take intermittent breaks to work out until failure. About twenty minutes into your workout, you pause your actions when you sense an intense, heavy gaze on you.

"Well?" You call out, sliding your gaze to him. "Are you impressed?" Your tone is slightly sardonic. It's not like Sylus to just give compliments with no backhanded comment to boot.

"You applied what I taught you," he replies in his usual baritone, melodious voice. "It seems you're not the little kitty I think of you as."

You roll your eyes and take a few steps away from the punching back, turning your body to face him. Sylus is leaning on the doorway of the gym, his arms crossed. He's wearing his usual black and red shirt with black pants, and his red-tipped dress shoes. As per, he looks like a posh asshole. "Are you interested in sparring this 'little kitty', or are you busy committing crimes?"

You can see something close to amusement flash across his face at the comment. "You're worn out," he replies. "You're soaked in sweat, and your breathing is heavy. It would be unfair to spar you in this condition."

"You scared?"

A beat of silence passes.

And then, Sylus lets out a sigh--and if you listen closely, it almost sounds amused. "It seems the more you're worn out, the cockier you become." He steps closer to the ring, hands reaching for some wraps. "Very well."

You watch as he wraps his hands and steps into the ring with you. "Try to go easy on me, sweetie," he says, gazing at you.

"Yeah, 'cause you'd definitely return the favor," you mutter to yourself, getting in a relaxed stance, shifting your weight back and forth between your feet. Sylus remains in a steady stand, weight distributed evenly between his feet.

Sylus' jab is quick, and you barely manage to dodge it. Ah, shit, I forgot how good at boxing he was. Goddammit. For the first several seconds, you remain on the defense to his swift and agile hooks and jabs.

"You will never win on the defense alone," his rough, baritone voice rings out. "I thought I taught you this. Seize your opportunities!"

He sends a nasty left hook, clipping your jaw a little. If you didn't snake out of the way, that would've surely sent you to the floor. "It seems you've gotten tired, Kitten," he says, and you're not sure if he says that as a consolation or a way of mocking you.

You let out a small huff. "Just shut up and keep going."

A soft scoff leaves his lips, "As you wish, Sweetie."

You two continue to box for a few minutes, with you on the defense and him on the offense most of the time. In between each jab and hook, he makes side comments--and you're still not sure if he's mocking you, or if he's attempting to spite you into completely dominating him. Either way, he's irking you.

After a particularly hard hook to your jaw, you stumble back onto your knees, holding yourself up with your hands. You let out a soft grunt and shake your head, attempting to pull yourself together from the small impact your brain just suffered from.

"I think you've had enough," Sylus says, relaxing from his stance. "It's clear your stamina is at its limit. I would rather you not suffer lasting effects due to your stubbornness." He walks up to you and offers a hand.

Seize your opportunities. With a low grunt, you take his hand and pull yourself up a smidge before quickly pulling his unassuming form forward. With deft movements and lower-body strength you have no right of possessing, you roll onto your back and pull him with you. You raise your legs, wrapping them around his neck in a triangle choke.

Sylus grunts and grips your thigh in an attempt to pry your legs from around him, but you squeeze tightly, keeping his arm hugged against your torso. It doesn't take long for his face to turn a concerning red, and he struggles to get onto his feet for a hint of respite. His body weight presses into you the longer you hold him there, his eyes growing distant and hazy. You don't wait out the time it would take for him to pass out. You quickly release him from your legs and push him back before hopping back up to your feet.

He stays on the ground for a few seconds, taking in the needed oxygen. His complexion slowly goes back to normal as his blood flow is restored. He's silent, and for a moment you believe he's going to retaliate, but instead, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "A submission hold," he says, more to himself than anything. "It seems this kitten has sharper claws than I thought."

You squint at him. No way he was just going to take it and let it slide without retaliation. Nah, this was Sylus. He'll get his get back. You slowly stand and back up, knowing his reach was longer than yours, and his legs are even longer. If he wanted to, he could easily sweep you off your feet with a single flurry of his leg.

Slowly, Sylus stands up, brushing dust off of his shoulders and arms. "Impressive. It seems your knowledge of combat extends further than I originally thought," he praises. For some reason, you feel wary whenever he compliments you--like he's planning something.

"Yeah," you reply slowly, "I'm a 'kitten' around you because I choose to be." You watch as he turns to look at you, his ruby red eyes set ablaze with. . . arousal?

"So, it seems," he replies lowly. "Things will be getting much more interesting, Sweetie."

[drrden]

‘Trust’ Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader

This is best friends to lovers. Fluff!

The two of you have been essentially bound by the hip to one another since as long as either of you can recall. There's always just been this eternal sense of comfort between the two of you, a bond that's unspoken. Not ignored, of course, just there's no point in labelling what's clearly friendship - just a couple of best friends! Hand holding has been a thing of both the past and present between the two of you, when you were hanging out at the park in the days of childhood, and now in everyday life. Nothing's wrong with going out with your best friend and beeing glued to their side for the entire time. Loads of friends hold hands, it's just built on mutual respect and platonic affection. Seriously, there's no point in trying to put two and two together to make ten. No need for exaggeration when it comes to you and your best friend.

An all too familiar call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts, and your gaze flickers to meet the ever-friendly soft blue eyes you can only recognise as being Leon's. "Hey." One simple greeting from you, and he raises an eyebrow amusedly, not put off by your nonchalance. Instead, dipping down a little to your height and pinching your cheek. "What's with you being so casual, hmm?" A tender grin. "Has someone kidnapped my best friend? Replaced you with a clone?" He rambles on, standing upright and interlaces his fingers with yours; tugging you along the city's park without so much of a warning. Rolling your eyes, you can't help but fake a cough into your free hand, covering up the sudden warmth that's formed upon your cheeks. As long as he doesn't pick up on the sudden heat, everything's fine.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly when you started reacting to the slightest of touches like this, all you know is, it only occurs when carried out by Leon. The boy who'd put a band aid on your knee after scraping it at school is now the young man who kisses the tears off of your cheeks. Seems that the older you get, the more intimate your interactions become, but that's surely because you're just getting more and more comfortable with eachother. As if he can read your mind as you ponder on about reminiscent ideas, Leon guides you under the tree where you'd both meet a lot as kids. Yours and his initials carved into the oak of the trunk, the lettering a little untidy - but to be fair, the two of you did that not long after you managed to write sentences.

A leaf falls from the tree, tenderly cascading down and deciding to land straight in your hair. Leon's expression glimmers with mischief, reaching with his free hand and plucking it out of the strands. "Least it wasn't an apple, hm? It'd be like Isaac Newton but, erm, in nowadays." His touch lingers a short while, pulling his hand away, in a motion that causes his fingertips to brush against the skin of your cheek. You falter for a moment before quipping; "Real funny. I hope an apple falls on your head." Almost like playground banter at this point, immature, childish insults and comments driven to tease one another. Like you're refusing to acknowledge that things have changed between the two of you since then. As if trying to replicate the past to conceal things have been different for a while. At least, on your part. Goodness knows if Leon even understands the concept of a crush.

The two of you get distracted for a moment, seeing one of those picture perfect couples sprawled on the grass together, kissing gently and sweetly. For some reason, a knot forms in your lower abdomen, a weird sort of twisting feeling. Not allowing yourself to succumb to the envy. "You ever wonder what that's like?" Leon blurts out, and by the widening of his eyes after speaking, it's clear that he spoke on impulse - outwardly narrating his thoughts. For a second, you hope he's flirting, but with the surprised expression on his face, that glimmer of anticipation soon falters. You narrow your eyes at him, an undertone of bitterness in your voice. "Obviously. Being our age and not having kissed anyone yet is super embarrassing." Way to sound sorry for yourself, huh? Now he's going to think you're an idiot.

Whether it's because he feels bad for you or not, he makes quite the chivalrous proposition. "You wanna find out?" It's asked so casually, like he's not bothered in the slightest that he's offering up his first kiss to you. As if it holds no significance. Used to the odd flirtation between the two of you, it's only natural to play along. It's just banter. "Yeah, why not?" Though, the softness in your voice gives away how genuine you are about wanting this. Wanting him to kiss you. Wanting him. He gives you owl-like blinks, movements jittery as his hands cup your cheeks, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. "Let's just see what it feels like." With that, his lips press against yours. Faintly with clear hesitance, the stiffness in his movements connoting to just how sheltered he is when it comes to romance.

Panting as the velvety kiss comes to an end, his breath fans against yours as he speaks. Voice uncharacteristically soft. "I don't want to risk our friendship, but..." Oh, great. Here it goes. After all this hope building up, time too be faced with the inevitable. 'The kiss didn't mean anything. That felt awkward. Suddenly, I've realized I'm disgusted by you, please go away.' Shaking your head of the increasingly ridiculous thoughts, you wait for his continuation. Leon's good at sugar coating. "I'm sorry. But I'm in love with you." Just as you open your mouth to respond to this, he shushes you, opening his eyes and pressing a finger against your lips. "I know it's wrong for me to suggest kissing without fully revealing the pretenses-" With the incessant blabbering coming from the suddenly very flushed young man, you decide to shut him up in a way that reveals your honest opinion to those two kisses. By giving him a third.

Your eyes shut as his does and you do your best to reciprocate, fingers flexing at your sides, unsure of where you're supposed to put them. The movies really do romanticize and make everything seem so damn easy, don't they? His lips are so soft and warm, even despite the light quivering as they brush against yours. Just as you're getting accustomed to the odd sensation, after the brief interaction, he pulls away. Lips still ghosting yours as he refuses to accept reality. Ashamed and regretful, you figure. It's fine. Then he leans in again. You do too. Hands reaching up and carding through his blonde locks as you lean further into the kiss. Leaning against you, a strangled noise of his escapes into the kiss and his grip on your cheeks grows a little firmer. As if letting go in the slightest would cause you to slip through his fingers. His eyebrows furrow.

[hoshigray]

A Pricked Hand to Hold

Just thinking about h*lding h*nds with Miguel for the first time bc I'm still fucking soft for this man (like it's so bad).

An: Yup, it's been three weeks, and my infatuation for this man has yet to falter (or that movie in general bc I've seen it like 5-6 times already, and can't get tired of it). This was meant to be a little smthn, but I just wanted to get my soft aggression out of the way. Also, tysm for 1k followers again!! Like fr, y'all are too sweet :') Sacrificed sleep to get this done, sooooo hope you guys like it!! If there are spelling/grammar errors, my dumbass will take care of it tmrw bc I need to take a fckin nap right tf now ahhhhhh— Also! Gonna make an ATSV masterlist later today, so I'll be sure to link it when it's done!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - h*nd h*lding (barf) - the reader is implied to be in college (at least age 20) - you and Miguel aren't together [yet] but the pining is strong in this one! - Lyla and Jessica teasing you lovestruck idiots lol - you accidentally prick yourself with your lead pencil, but no blood or injuries - ayo you and Miguel almost kiss tho??

Wc: 2.1k

As usual, it was a busy day at headquarters. Many anomalies have been captured for Margo to send back home, Spiders helping other Spiders fight off evil-doers and placing them back in their universes, and Pavitr having a scare nearly revealing his identity to his girlfriend, Gayatri.

Then there's you, sitting at a table doing your homework that needs to be finished for the lecture tomorrow. But you're not alone. In front of the table are three others discussing matters of their own. Lyla is giving new information about another anomaly that needs to be captured before going home, and Jessica's leaning on her motorbike listening to her pixel friend. Right next to her is another taller person listening along as well.

Miguel O'Hara — leader of the Spider Society and the man you've been pining for a while now.

You've been working here for a few months, taking in Margo's shifts or helping Lyla relay messages to other Spiders across the multiverse. At first, you've tried to keep it simple and only see it as a job. But the more you work here, the closer you get to others...and your boss, Miguel, is no exception.

Things started short and blunt with him between you two — just simple greetings and exchanges of the necessary information. But then there was a time when the man was in HQ for far too long, probably sacrificing too much sleep and time to eat that day. So, you got him something from the cafeteria and a little note telling him to "Take care of yourself, leader!" before going home.

From that day on, you and Miguel got closer slowly but surely. Not only does he appreciate you reminding him to take breaks or grab something to eat, but he also checks up on you whenever it's your shift, talks to you on his breaks, or eats dinner with you whenever he has a chance (or when he's not stressed out).

And how you talk to each other is much more comfortable and personal. Sure, you're still respectful of his position and are aware of his duties, but it's always a guilty pleasure when he spends his little free time with you. Unfortunately, you've developed feelings for the tall and brawny Spiderman due to this.

You know how complicated it is to have feelings for someone, especially within the work field, so this is something that you have no faith in whatsoever. But for some reason, you can't help but think something between the two of you is starting to bloom...and based on his actions, maybe Miguel feels the same way as well? Lyla and Jessica tease you, saying it's plain to see that even Pav fangirls about you two.

".../n."

However, for a man like him, is such a thing possible?

"Y/n."

Your thoughts vanish as you turn to the person calling for your attention, just to find it's from Miguel. The two women are nowhere to be found, probably tending to other matters you didn't catch because of your overthinking.

"Yes!" you stutter a reply. Oh God, I hope I didn't make him call on me so many times...

"Done with your homework?" He asks while coming to your side of the table.

You give him a nod, fidgeting with your mechanical pencil. "Yeah, I took care of the stuff for my classes tomorrow. Now I just got a paper to finish by Friday...What about you? Gonna head out soon?"

"I would, but I gotta stay here in case Jess needs backup for the mission. She just left to fix up her bike before she goes."

A chuckle sneaks past you, and Miguel swoons at the sound of it. "Are you sure you wanna do that? Didn't Lyla keep bothering you the last time?"

You can tell he reminisces the time you recall; his sigh and a shake from the lead confirm so. "Yeah, well, when is she not bothering me."

"Heard that." The woman appears in front of him quickly before disappearing again, leaving Miguel a little puzzled before a slight scowl paints his face. Yet it's not so bad when he sees you laugh at the interaction.

"I swear," your giggles wear down, but your smile remains. "It's like you two are siblings or something. But that just means the pestering comes from a place of love."

He hums at your words. "Yeah, love..."

For the past few months, you've been a reoccurring theme in Miguel's life that he thought he'd never experience again. From the day he met you, he figured keeping his distance and maintaining an appropriate work relationship would benefit him. But he was a fool to challenge your beauty and welcoming aura whenever you entered the scene. Especially your kind gestures, starting with the food and your little note for him.

It was apparent then that avoidance would do more harm to himself than good, so he spent his days getting to know you more, understanding you more, appreciating you more...and worse, loving you more.

An emotion such as love has been something that's only brought up painful memories and anguish. And for that reason, Miguel has chosen to dedicate his life and being to doing something he's good at — his job protecting the multiverse. Because, in his eyes, it's the only thing he seems capable of. Not love.

...However, whenever you look at him, speak to him, or smile at him, Miguel can't fight the twinge of his heart longing for something — longing for you. And he knows he isn't the only one who thinks so since Lyla constantly ridicules him about his "schoolboy crush," just like a sibling.

Nonetheless, he still doesn't go far from the talks you share with him or the times you eat together in a friendly manner. Because that's what he and you are comfortable with, and he wouldn't want to break it. Yet he can't help but wonder what would happen if he was just a little more selfish.

Be more selfish and pursue you...without losing you.

"OUCH!!"

Without hurting you.

Miguel's thoughts are immediately halted when he hears your hurtful cry. You drop your pencil and grab your finger as you wince through the pain. And he wastes no time coming to your proximity to examine what happened. "What!? Something wrong?"

"Ahhhh, yeah, I'm fine," You reassure him with an attempted smile. "I just accidentally pricked myself with my pencil."

"Let me see."

The words take a long to register before the man takes your hand in his, the back of your hand resting on his palm while he surveys your fingers. He then sees a tiny circle indent on your middle finger. "I don't see any pieces of lead."

"Oh, thank goodness," you exhale in relief. "Because I don't think I'd survive tomorrow if I did. I got three lectures that day!"

Miguel chortles at your comment, and it has the beat of your heart quicken. "So sorry for you."

Your smile is still prominent. "Thank you, Miguel."

"Don't mention it."

Silence follows those words, yet they're substituted with gazes between you and the man. The twinge on your lips slowly dissolves the more you lose yourself in his burnt amber eyes. The same goes for Miguel, who still has your hand in his.

The internal turmoil in his mind doesn't ease at that fact, incapable of deciphering whether to let go. And when your hand slowly reciprocates the hold — turning it for both palms to face each other — his breath hitches.

"Miguel..." his name appeared in a whisper, only for him to hear. Your breathing goes shaky when he replies with his fingers intertwined with yours. And you notice him take a tense gulp, easing your nerves to know that he's also nervous.

He knows he shouldn't be this close to you as it could jeopardize the relationship you have spent all these months building and maintaining together. However, this is the first time he's been so close to you, touching you. And his heart pushes him to want more.

He knows he shouldn't...but curiosity is an intriguing dance. That's why he slowly leans forward to you.

And you go rigid by the notion...yet your eyes are drawn to his lips, and you follow suit by going inward. Eyes close, letting the moment take place for itself.

"Ready, Miguel?"

Nevermind.

Both eyes open immediately, and locked hands are withdrawn from each other. Miguel puts on his mask quickly, but you could still see a slight flush of pink on his cheeks and ears before they were covered up. You straighten yourself and look to the other side of the table to see Jessica on her motorbike entering the scene.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

"Oh—" the woman spots you two before Miguel stands straight up, and she doesn't try to hide the smile that creeps on her face. "Oh. Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You two say in unison. Jess only lifts a brow through her yellow goggles. You continue with an explanation while you pack up your stuff. "I accidentally pricked my finger with my mechanical pencil, so Miguel checked it out to see if I had any lead on it."

"Ooh, yeah, those aren't fun. Basically like a splinter." Before Jessica could say more, Lyla appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"Good, you two are still here." She jumps around between Jessica and Miguel. "The anomaly we discussed earlier has jumped to another dimension as predicted; better get them now so we can go home."

The two nod while you get up from the table with your backpack. "Good luck out there, guys." You address the older three before exiting for the night, and they all say their goodbyes to you.

For a few seconds, your eyes linger on Miguel. Despite the mask covering his face, his gaze was intense and palpable. Without saying a word, you let your eyes say your final words before turning to leave.

Miguel still watches you leave until he's unable to spot you through the dark hall. And unfortunately for him, he can feel two pairs of eyes on him. He mentally prepares himself before looking at the two women who harbor shameless grins. "What's with the faces?"

Lyla and Jessica only share a look amongst themselves and shrug before answering him. "Oh, I don't know, Miguel." The pixelated woman darts close to the man. "What's with your face?"

"Wh-What are you—"

"C'mon now, Miguel." Jessica cuts him off. "Seems like something more was going on than just a pricked finger."

He sighs. "Well, you're wrong. Because that's all it was." The two share another look with each other as their smirks go higher.

"Oh~, my darling Miguel," Jessica changes her voice to a higher pitch and daydream tone. "I wish you luck on your mission and that you return to see me tomorrow~."

"Don't you worry, my wonderful Y/n," Despite Miguel's eyes narrowing at Lyla's terrible impression of his voice, she still acted out the role. "I will return to you unscathed and have you in my loving arms in no time~."

"I don't talk like that." The two women chuckle at his blunt statement. "How old do you think I am?"

"Old enough to look like a man but still scared to talk to your lil' crush." Jessica crosses her arms with a matter-of-fact attitude, her smile itching broader when Miguel rolls his eyes through the mask.

"Ay, por Dios, can we please open the portal already?" The poor man can only take so much teasing from the two, making him feel like he should've left with you instead.

Lyla giggles one last time before Jessica uses her watch to open a portal to the desired dimension. "Whatever you say, lover boy." The portal opens, and a flash of colors and shapes contrasts with the dull room. Jessica is the first to go, Miguel following right behind her.

Even when going on his mission, his mind can't stop thinking about you and the moment you shared together earlier. It was a risky thing to have happened, and he scolds himself for letting such a thing happen. Miguel knows he isn't a person for love, for it's something meant to be destroyed by his very touch. You are no exception; the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He loves you too much to put you through that.

But then the compliance and willingness you've expressed in holding his hand surely meant that you wanted something more, right?

If Miguel were selfish enough, he'd use that as a hint. A hint to look forward to what other things you'd allow him to express to you.

If he were selfish enough, he would plan to approach you tomorrow in the right way.

If he were selfish enough, he'd test out the waters more and finally let this "love" flourish into something better.

[the-daiz]

Right as the tides rise | Kurapika

Genre; Angst

Pairing; Kurapika x reader

Synopsis; Reader expressing how they think his plot for vengeance is going to go. (Basically)

Side note: I miss hunter x hunter, I miss kurapika💔 Also why is the kurapika x reader tag basically just all smut holy shit like the amount of p0rn on your fucking computer made my jaw drop

not proof read

The hallway echoed with the sound of frantic footsteps tapping against the carpeted floor, disrupting the quiet of the once solemn night and threatening to disturb the slumber of the residents resting in their hotel rooms. 

Kurapika's breaths came out as ragged heaves, his teeth clenching and unclenching as he desperately attempted to quiet his furious heartbeat. His hand clutched vigorously at his face, shielding his illuminating eyes and tangling with his bangs. He let out a quiet grunt as he held back the urge to claw at his eyes, his strides quickening.

You were right in toe, keeping up with his pace. Your face was etched with stark concern as you slightly raised your hand up, trying to reach out to him, but your hand jerked back every time his back arched forward, almost as if he was in pain.

"Kurapika!" you whispered through gritted teeth, urgency laced in your tone. Your call fell on deaf ears as he made no attempt to slow down or even acknowledge your presence, his focus occupied by the panicked voices screeching in his head. His mind reeled with too many emotions, too many thoughts, so much suppressed rage and anguish. He uttered another strained cry, his moistened hands trembling over his eyes.

Kurapika almost bumped into the door, then quickly clasped onto the door handle and frantically shook the door a few times, his mind forgetting about his key card in his moment of utter disorientation. His face was contorted into one of pure rage and hysteria, brows furrowed so deeply against the hues of his crimson irises. He looked like he was about to yell at the door or break the hinge off completely. You blinked in alarm at his erratic behavior, but before you could interfere and pull out your key, he was already fishing in his pockets, his back to you as he muttered a million curses under his breath.

He finally got a hold of his card and swiped it onto the key plate, his hands quivering and almost dropping the card in the process. At the small conformational 'beep' sounding from the door, Kurapika swung the door wide open and stomped inside, finally letting out a loud grown as he threw his head back, his hands slamming back onto his eyes. You walked into the room and shut the door behind you as quietly as you could, not that it mattered at this point anyway.

"Kurapika, please just calm down!" You pleaded, walking over to him as he paced back and forth the small area. You stepped in front of him and grabbed onto his wrists. "Look at me."

"Fuck, just shut up!" His back arched and he looked like he was about to double over, his jaw wired shut as his face continued to scrunch up with frustration. You frowned and tightened your grasp on his arms, forcefully pulling him up to stand properly, or as properly as you can get him to at the very least, and yanked his hands away from his face. 

Your features turned defeated once you caught sight of his expression. His eyes were wide, irises quivering as sweat ran down his face. His form racked with uneven gasps, his mouth agape as he struggled to take in a proper breath. For a second he wasn't looking at you, his pupils glaring onto the floor, he then blinked a few times, his gaze darting to you.

"It's ok." You reassured, your voice a quiet murmur. "You're fine. Nothing's ruined."

His nose wrinkled with a grimace and he tried pulling away from you, but your hold on his wrists kept firm. "You don't-"

"Listen to me, ok? Things never go according to plan, that's life Kurapika. That doesn't mean everything is gone. So stop worrying so much." You kept a stern expression whilst you held eye contact with him. His breathing eased for a moment and so did his expression, but then his eyebrows drew inward as anger dawned on his face. He snatched his hands out of your grasp, causing you to jolt slightly at the action.

"You don't get it! The only reason you're so calm is because you've never been in my place! You don't know the shit I have to carry!" He hissed, his eyes glowing as he sneered at you. "You're constantly blabbering about how 'it's going to be ok' and 'things will work out', god do you ever just shut up."

You pressed your lips together and gulped down a gasp, a sting of hurt impaling you at the tone of his voice.

"It just shows how privileged your life was, not everything turns out fine. But what would you know?" The words fell off his tongue with such utter cruelty it made you flinch. You knew he wasn't in the right state of mind, and he would later regret saying those words, but the pain still pulsed inside your chest and projected into your clenched fist.

In an instant, your knuckles collided harshly with the side of Kurapika's face. He stumbled back due to the force of the punch, and silence fell upon the two of you as the air stilled, the tension now thick with contempt.

"Like hell I wouldn't know!" You retorted, your voice much louder than before. "You asshole! If I really had a 'privileged' life, I wouldn't have trapped myself in this dumpster fire with you! You think I don't have my own baggage?!"

Kurapika's head snapped up to look at you, his hand trailing up to cover the redness against his pale skin. His face twitched from one of shock into a frustrated glare.

"Why are you even still here? I never asked you to follow me around like a lost puppy!" He snapped back, but he regretted his words as soon as they had left his mouth. Your frown deepened and your nails dug into your palms from how forcefully you had your hands clenched.

"Oh, believe me, I'm not the one who's lost!" You yelled. You bit your lip and slammed your hand over your mouth, blinking a few times as you watched kurapika's face mix with fury.

"What!?" He barked. 

"I..." Your words caught in your throat as you glanced to the side. A stretch of quiet took place between the two of you once more, allowing silent, conflicting thoughts to roam about your minds. Allowing the both of you to collect your thoughts in this symbolinse of momentary peace. Kurapika lightly rubbed the area you had wounded as he averted his gaze from yours. 

The momentary peace stretched linger and grew more constricted with every passing second, so you glanced up at him, waiting for him to say something, but when his red,searing eyes were acutely pointing down at his feet, you opened your mouth to speak.

“You’re going to kill yourself.” Your words cut through the silence, but fell with such a heavy thud it created an even greater shockwave of tension in the shared enclosure. Kurapika’s eyes dialated ever so slightly, and he slowly peered up at you, his face riddled with confusion. 

“You’re dying. You’re going to sacrifice deteriorating for your goal, if you even live long enough to see it. Your whole life will be nothing but your undying rage fueling you to avenge your people, and you’ll be miserable while doing it.” Your eyes didn’t dare look away from his as you uttered those words, observing every twitch and every thought floating behind his eyes. “You think you’re going to collect your clan’s eyes and you’ll be done? No, you’re going to go after the phantom troupe, and if that doesn’t kill you, then you’ll die trying.”

“Then why are you here, y/n?” His voice was but a meek whisper, husky and uneven. Your face wrinkled at the question.

“To help you not die for as long as possible, or keep you grounded to reality before you go completely mental.” You answered honestly. Kurapika grimaced and looked away from you, his body un-tensing in the process. Your eyes softened and a saddened look graced your features. “I care a lot about you, you know.”

When kurapika kept his gaze away from you, you expelled a heavy breath from your nose and turned your heel to walk to the door.

“I’m not completely selfless to just throw away all my goals to take care of you though, I have my own family to avenge. I’m still partly here for my own personal gain.” You muttered, then walked out of the room.

Leaving kurapika to wallow in his own despair, right as his legs buckled under the weight of it all.

[mlmbutmakeitgay]

"You're incredibly brave..." | Rafael Barba x GN!Reader 🩹🌸

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Pairing: Rafael Barba x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Random attack, Reader gets beat up, Hospital stay, Carisi & Benson around for a sec

Summary:You are in the hospital after a random attack on the streets, and at the same time of your emergency contact (Boyfriend Rafael) being called, the detectives come to talk to you.

I POSTED THIS ON MY SECOND ACCOUNT ON ACCIDENT. HERE IS THE LINK TO THE ACTUAL FIC ON MY MAIN FANFICTION ACCOUNT.

[akixxsstuff]

Only you

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

Slight NSFW content // Fluff // Part one // Click here for part 2 // Click here for part 3

Summary: L had never taken a romantic interest in anyone, he never understood the concept nor the appeal of a relationship especially since he felt little to no attraction to people both platonically and romantically.

But you changed all that.

L had become acquainted with you twenty years ago within the walls of The Wammy House, an orphanage for gifted children. Both of you kept your distance from the majority of the children present, but would occasionally interact with each other as you both seemed to enjoy each other's company the most. L could only describe the emotion he felt towards you during that time as some form of excitement and longing.

Two decades later, L had asked Watari to select one of his successors within The Wammy House to ease the frustration he had towards the task force.

L considered all of them to be useless except for Light, who was most likely the monster he was in search of.

When L first caught sight of you his breath was instantly taken away. You were so beautiful, more beautiful than Misa had ever looked on any cover of any magazine. But whatever...you were just going to be another pawn for his investigation.

Or so he thought.

L adored your charming personality, but that just because the task force now wanted to mingle with you as opposed to annoying him, right? He admired your intelligence and determination only because the case was progressing quicker as a result of it, right? His heart leapt whenever you brought him your delicious homemade goods simply because he was obesssed with sugar, not beacause your mere presence was enough to make him happy....surely?

L also couldn't help imagining thrusting his aching erection into those soft, plump lips of yours each time you spoke to him. He wanted to hear you moan and whimper while he pumped you with his cum over and over again. But that was because....? Because? Okay L hadn't thought of a reason why your good looks were useful to the Kira case but he was sure he could come up with something with enough time.

L slides his chair towards you, "Y/N?".

You turn your head from your laptop to him, "Yes Ryuzaki?" you say cheerfully.

"Could you please review this footage for me? I have to retrieve those files Matsuda managed to delete today" L says while licking cake frosting off his fingers.

"I've got these reports to organize but you've come to the right person! I'm great at multitasking" you wink.

"You are?"

Snickering you say, "Yes! I can breathe and blink at the same time".

"Yes very impressive. May I suggest you stop breathing for things to be more manageable for you? After all, the Kira investigation should be your primary focus" L responded monotone as always.

"Of course, blinking is an essential skill that every corpse needs to possess anyway," you say chucking.

You were so weird and L loved it. He loved that you didn't take offence to his dry and snarky humour either.

Now with a teasing undertone, L says, "You ought to be a comedian Y/N".

"Same goes for you Ryuzaki, you always manage to put a smile on my face".

"Thank you, I hope the constant contribution to the muscle movement in your face doesn't cause you any physical pain".

Cheekily you reply, "You're more of a pain in my ass than my face with all your demands".

"I didn't take you as a masochist".

You turn yourself fully to him and smirk.

"Only for you. Especially if that pain would involve a few smacks on my ass right before you fuck me".

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; l lawliet

requested by ; anonymous (18/02/22)

fandom(s) ; death note

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; l lawliet

outline ; “hiiiii, can i get a death note one with Manga! L?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

due to the nature of his job as a detective, his schedule is extremely random and you’re not going to have much spare time to spend together

he’s married to his job first and foremost, but your relationship is a close second priority to him — which is saying a lot given his insane dedication to his craft

because quality time is so rare, he shows his love for you by sending you gifts (usually your favourite foods or nicknacks that remind him of you) and leaving heartfelt notes around your home for you to find when he’s abroad

he always makes a point to text you good morning and goodnight every day that you’re apart since he knows you fret over his safety during jobs

tends to speak very matter-of-factly and this applies to you as well — which can be flattering and flustering depending on what he’s talking about

you’re the only person who gets to mess with his hair — which he honestly finds very relaxing and you’ll usually notice him closing his eyes and his shoulders dropping when you start playing with his hair

spoils you completely. his salary is high and he lives a simple life so whatever he can spare goes into spoiling you

says that you’re his heart — you’re the empathetic side, the devil’s advocate whilst he’s the cool and rational one

it sounds strange, but it works for you

thinks you’re adorable when you wear his clothes but as he doesn’t have much in his closet he prefers that you keep your hermit crab habits to times when he’s working from home

he’ll give you the best bite of whatever confection he’s eating if it’s something you like — e.g. the corner pieces of a brownie (or the centre piece if that’s your preference)

will not let you anywhere near anyone in his business because he’s more than aware of the risks associated with his position and reputation in the world of criminal justice

the kids at wammy’s orphanage adore you and call you l’s spouse and always try to play with you because you’re ‘way more fun than l’

(he doesn’t contest that fact)

you are the only person who can convince him to eat something of some nutritional value (but even then it can be a fight)

sleeping arrangements usually have him clinging to you like a koala: head on your chest with his arms and legs wrapped around you, restricting you from moving

thankfully he’s a light sleeper, but you feel bad for waking him up every time you need to bathroom

he isn’t really physically affectionate otherwise, the furthest he’ll go is linking your elbows or giving you a brief kiss on the cheek/temple

doesn’t give you any nicknames and will just call you by your first name — but when talking about you to anyone else you’re just called ‘my partner’ before he quickly changes the subject for your own safety

[faintrustle]

ZAYNE's side profile:

[dearestones]

An Intimate Check In (L x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, fingering, fondling, semi-public sex, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Could you please give us another smut story with L? I beg of you. 🙏 

Reader: “ are you… smelling me? ” 

.

.

.

It’s not often that you find yourself trying to keep silent during one of Watari’s check ins, but you try your damnedest not to utter a single squeak or breath. You hadn’t been trying to get L’s intimate affections earlier that afternoon, but you were feeling warm and wasn’t it okay if you could relax into his chest and play with his hair as he was poring over files on his laptop? One thing led to another and you were arching your back into his touch as he palmed your soft skin and stimulated parts of your body that no one else had business looking at. 

However, just as you were on the verge of completion, just about to feel the full release of a divine high that only L could give you, Watari began calling. As your lover answered the call on his laptop, you were all too aware of how L’s fingers were still sticky from your juices, the sweet and musky scent of your arousal settling heavily into the air around you. As L began to speak in his usual bored tone, you began to prepare yourself to leave. Even if the fire and wound up coil inside of your core had not been released with a snap, you still had a good time and you were expecting that L would attend to your needs soon after he finished. 

However, just as you were about to move away from the trap that was L’s legs, one of his arms wound around your waist while the other began petting you gently around your most vulnerable spots. Fingers cool now from your sweat and accumulated bodily fluids, you had to bite back a moan and a shiver as he plunged his fingers back into you, his earlier ministrations having rendered you compliant and easy to manipulate. 

You looked up at him, expecting to see him looking down at you with primal lust in his eyes, but all you found was that he was gazing down at his laptop’s screen in concentration–as if he wasn’t coaxing you to come undone by his fingers. Feeling weak, you tried to grab his attention by squeezing his wrist that was connected to the fingers that were pressing and pinching and massaging your precious, fleshy insides, but the arm around your waist migrated until he was pinching your nipples and caressing your stomach. The added stimulation had you clenching your jaw to stop yourself from uttering a sound. 

There was no way you would hear the end of it from Watari should the news of what L was doing to you would ever come to light. 

Despite the fact that you were putty in his hands, you tried to send him a look to signal him that the both of you were going to get caught. When he happened to glance at you, you noticed that his lips were slightly curved up in a smirk and that he was pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. In his haste and in your fuzzy clarity that was rapidly becoming obscured by pleasure, you were only dimly mortified that the squish and squelch of your insides could be heard underneath the sound of L’s low timbre. 

Sensitive ears could hear it, but you knew that one should never underestimate Watari. 

Aged he may be, but most of his senses had not been hindered in the least despite his elderly nature. 

So focused you were on not making a sound that you didn’t notice that L had ducked down, his lips pressing soft butterfly kisses upon your sensitive skin. Every so often, he would say something that related to the current investigation he was working on, but other than that, he was content to let Watari do most of the speaking. And then, when you thought that you could ride out your pleasure without being suspicious, you felt L nose his way into your hair before inhaling deeply. 

Perhaps it was because you were nearly far gone into carnal gratification or maybe because you didn’t care anymore–you were so close, damn it!–but you couldn’t help but ask, breathily, but still audibly, “Are you… smelling me?”

Almost instantaneously, you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, shame almost halting your desire to finally reach sublime bliss. You tried to silently apologize, but L began pumping faster, his fingers stroking and curling deep within your insides as his other hand tweaked and pinched your sensitive skin, his lips murmuring figures and clues that the police must have missed during the start of the investigation.

How he could remain so calm and focused while you were rapidly unspooling was beyond you. 

All thoughts seemed to escape when you bucked against his hand, the desire for more friction building up until his mouth latched on your skin, the harsh feeling of his blunt teeth imprinting upon your skin as his fingers plunged deeper into your body and curled in a definitive blow against your promise to keep silent. 

You practically screamed in ecstasy as bright white lights blinded your vision and that taut little wire that lay coiled within had finally snapped. 

Boneless and fatigued, you collapsed upon L’s chest, loud pants filling the air. 

“Did… Did Watari hear all of that?”

You felt his fingers scratch your scalp and stroke the back of your neck, but you were too tired to open your eyes to see his expression.

“Of course not,” L mumbled into your ear. “I finished the call minutes ago. Had I known that you were that far gone, I would have teased you longer.”

.

.

.

If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free: https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.

DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

[ilovemorayeels]

thinking of yandere L...

he's always busy yet manages to make time for you, because you're just as important (maybe a little less) than his daily dose of sugar. he makes you listen to his rants, something about a criminal that you tuned out moments ago because L said 4 'buts' in the span of a minute.

he probably stalked you before you even knew about him. knowing the full layout to your house and the easy access of your porch, you really make him worried y'know? the door is too easy to lockpick, do you want to get kidnapped??? :( you're hurting his feelings.

he orchestrates little bump ins with each other, no matter what you just keep seeing him at the same places as you! it's not like he didn't spend the day checking the cameras around you just to predict your movement hahahaha that's crazy dude. you're crazy and you shouldn't question him!!!

most definitely swiped stuff from your apartment. all those shirts you thought were going to the thrift store? wrong, they're over at his house now, which is just as good because he's repurposing!

[authorred]

Die With A Smile | Li Shen/Zayne x gn!Reader | Love and Deepspace

➺ Preface: After a particularly bad run-in with a wanderer, you're left essentially dying on site. You know this will not bode over well for a certain doctor-friend of yours, so you force yourself up and onwards. Both you and Zayne have to reconcile the fact that you almost died without seeing each other for almost a month.

➺ I know I already posted a song-fic for this song but goddammit I keep seeing edits for this shit on my fyp and I love this song so mf much that I can't myself ( I also have an unhealthy obsession with Zayne ).

Maybe I'll do a Sylus version??? However the hell I'll do that.

→ Song

Warning(s): Mentions of extensive wounds, blood

Oh god, Zayne is going to kill me.

Your skin is warm and sticky; a disconcerting feeling. What remains of your clothes is glued to your skin in blood and sweat, most of it yours. You don't know why, but for some reason, Wanderers love to dick with you as if you're a hot commodity. You were just trying to do your job as a Deepspace Hunter, which you succeeded at technically, but, now your injuries are catching up to you.

You're starting to feel lightheaded and stumbling on your feet. You don't know if you've broken any bones, but all you know is that every part of your body hurts and trying to blink takes all of your energy.

Goddammit, if Zayne sees me he's going to be so mad. Or sad. Or both. I didn't even text him today--I should've texted him.

You stumble from the remains of where the protocore field emerged. You can feel the warmth of your blood spilling down your leg and flooding your boots. It’s an absolutely unnerving sensation. You have to find a way to the hospital. You need to get help. You can’t die. Not like this. Not before you see Zayne.

~

You were going to kill him. No, not kill, perhaps that’s too far. But you were going to scold him, chastise him like a worried mother. Zayne has been pushing himself again, not taking breaks or sleeping for more than five hours. He’s been using the on-call rooms in Akso or sleeping in his office. He doesn’t know why he does this. Perhaps he’s stressed because you haven’t texted him in several days and he’s unknowing to your severe injuries. It’s a way to cope. Because if he didn’t, he’d go mad.

So why.

Why?

Why is he staring at several paramedics rolling you into the hospital, covered in blood and unconscious? Is that what you’ve been doing all this time? Being reckless? Risking your life? Again?

He stands there, rooted to the linoleum, watching you be rolled into the OR for emergency surgery. He doesn’t know what’s wrong—eyeballing it he could tell you’re suffering from many lacerations. But what if there’s more? What if your heart is giving out?

It’s not until the hospital begins to settle again that he’s able to move. Swallowing thickly and moving like a ghost back to where he’s needed.

~

Hours pass—two hours, specifically. Zayne stands in your hospital room staring at your sleeping figure. Covered in bandages and bruises alike, his eyes are filled with trepidation belying fear and concern. The pain you must’ve went through to trek all the way to Akso Hospital—the amount of blood you lost. Too stubborn for your own good. He can’t linger, he has other duties to attend to. But he wants to—gods, he wants to.

Stepping up to the side of your bed, his hand reaches out. His fingertips brush against the palm of your hand, gently trailing them up your wrist and arm. Featherlight touches to prove you’re here, alive, breathing. His virescent eyes comb up and down your body. “How reckless,” he whispers. “And here I thought you were simply lost with no reception.”

No response, as he expected.

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, Zayne retracts his hand and places it back in his coat pocket. With one last lingering look, he turns and walks away from your hospital bed. He has work to finish, and you’re stabilized and alive. At least he’s assured in that regard. He can go on with the rest of his day without that aching, gnawing anxiety in his chest. It’s a relief, really.

~

When you wake up, you have no idea where you are at first. You’re completely disoriented and lost. You vaguely remember trying to navigate your way through a town on the outskirts of Linkon, and then after that, the memories are fuzzy.

You look to your side, your vision severely blurred. You can see a person sitting in the chair next to your bed, resting. You recognize the shape of their body immediately. “Zayne?” Comes your hoarse, weak voice. Even that’s enough to rouse him from his sleep—or maybe he wasn’t even fully asleep in the first place.

Zayne sits up straight when he sees you’re awake before standing. “Y/n,” he says, almost in surprise. “You’re awake. With the amount of sedatives in your body, you should still be asleep.”

“I can’t move my body,” you chuckle softly, but it sounds like a sad whimper instead. “Maybe that’s where they went. . .”

Zayne sighs at your attempt of jokes in your state. “Should I ask what happened this time?”

“I think you know.”

Zayne gazes down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed in worry. “You’re too reckless. Please, put some value on your life before we’re unable to fix you.”

“I know,” you reply softly. “But you don’t seem the best either. I can still see those dark circles even through my fucked up vision. You’ve been overworking again, haven’t you?”

Zayne shifts like a kid getting caught before looking away, “I take naps during the day so I can be productive at night. And I’ve been eating well and hydrating. Truly, it’s not that bad.”

“Those dark circles say otherwise.”

A moment passes before Zayne looks at you again. “You were too close this time,” he says. “Your life was in a precarious position. You’re lucky we had the personnel available.”

“I know,” you repeat. “I know. I—I’ll be honest, I didn’t think. . . I didn’t think I’d make it.”

Zayne’s expression drops suddenly, but he lets you talk.

“All I remember thinking is that I needed to get to a hospital, to get help, because if I didn’t, I’d regret it. Regret not texting you, seeing you. I wanted to see you one more time, at least.”

Zayne’s face twitches, and he resists the urge to reach out and touch you. You need space. Your body needs time to heal. “I see,” he replies softly. “Is that what gave you strength to crawl to the doors of the hospital?”

“Yes,” you nod softly. “At least, if I died here, I’d be near you. And that’s enough for me.”

Zayne doesn’t say anything immediately. “I would be. . . in pain if you died,” he says quietly, doing best to articulate his feelings without coming off as too much. “I would miss you greatly. Agonizingly.”

“Tomorrow is never promised,” you say, gazing at him with such affection and favor he feels lightheaded from holding your gaze. “But if I die—if I die next to you, with you. . . I wouldn’t change a thing. I would die happy and content. Knowing you’re there.”

Zayne swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down under his black dress shirt. “I believe it would be best if we promised each other. . . to not push ourselves too far.”

You chuckle softly, “Maybe. But whatever the case, I’m just happy you’re here.”

You add, “And when the day comes I do die, I’ll gladly die with a smile if you’re with me.”