#l lawiet x reader

[chuulyssa]

after dark. (l lawliet)

↷ A/N ─ apologies for slightly drifting off canon ryuzaki here. i mean, who doesn't like a dom detective /j also not proof-read yet ahhh i have school < / 3

also !! im switching to one post a week because of academic stress im sorry :(

★ COUNT ─ 1.6k

!! TAGS ─ l x reader, f!reader, dom!lawliet, smut, teasing, dry-humping, fingering, choking, degradation, praise kink, nicknames (good girl, bad girl, etc.), cockwarming, unprotected sex, p in v, slight (?) exhibitionism

★ PROLOGUE ─ you try to convince your workaholic boyfriend to take a break

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

You frowned at your boyfriend's hunched position on his chair, crouched in a highly uncomfortable posture with his knees bent against the palms of his hands and his head drooped in a trail of thought.

"Did you hear me?" you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes sternly.

He hummed in response, not looking up from the huge computer screen in front of him.

"Hello? Ryuzaki?" you repeated. "It's 2am. Bed. Now."

"Hm, no," he said softly. He lifted a finger to his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully, trying to decipher a new clue.

You felt frustrated at his lack of response, but you knew his work was equally important. Still, you leaned in closer to rest a hand on his shoulder.

"Honey, seriously, it's time for bed now. You've been at this for hours," you insisted.

He sighed, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen to meet your eyes.

"I can't just leave this case unsolved, Y/N," he explained in a small voice. "There is something here. Something really, really important. It seems so close to me yet so far away." Your concerned eyes met his tired ones. He continued, "This is crucial for the case. I cannot afford to slack off, and you know that, darling."

You took a deep breath in. Of course, you knew how significant this case was, not just to him but also to the entire police force. But that didn't mean you would allow him to jeopardize both his physical and mental health.

"You can pick it up tomorrow. Your health is much more important than this, Ryuzaki."

He shook his head vigorously and returned his attention to the computer screen. "I told you. I can't afford to slack off. At all."

Your frown deepened. So this was how he wanted to play. Well then, he'd get exactly what he wanted.

Without a word, you placed the still-filled coffee mug on the table a good distance away from him and tapped his bent knees. He raised his eyebrows and confusedly put his legs down. Immediately, you sat on his lap.

His fingers paused over the keyboard. Perfect. His attention was now fully on you.

"Is something wrong?"

You didn't answer, instead choosing to wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a soft kiss. Ryuzaki widened his eyes and leaned backwards at the unexpected move.

"What are you doing?"

"Forcing you to take a rest," you said, kissing his lips once more.

He blinked but eventually gave in to the kiss. His hands ran up and down your back, knocking the fork off his desk. His fingers went up to your hair and got tangled in it. He pulled away shortly after to look at you in the eyes.

"Is this going to go where I think it will?" he asked, to which, you gave a little nod. He nodded back at you and shifted you so your back faced him, your ass rubbing against his crotch and instantly hardening it.

He slid a hand inside your pants and under your panties, brushing your clit. You gasped, taken aback by his bluntness.

"Ryu-"

"This is what you get for trying to distract me from my work, love," he whispered into your ear, his other hand holding you close to him so you couldn't escape.

His fingers worked faster on your clit, and you leaned your head back against the crook of his neck, arching your back at the blissful sensation. L slowly slid a finger inside you, and you let out a loud moan. His breath was heavy against your ear and his frequent whispers of "Yes, that's right. Such a good girl," and "So obedient for me. So good," drove you crazy.

Suddenly, he stopped. You whined and tugged at his shirt, gesturing for him to continue assaulting your pussy. He shook his head with a little smirk on his face and ran a finger all the way from your hips to your clit, dragging the fabric of your panties down. You bucked your hips up excitedly, allowing him to completely strip your bottom down.

You sat on his clothed crotch once more, anticipating the magic of his fingers on you again. But he merely caressed your thigh and typed something on his computer with the hand he was holding you with. You pouted and turned halfway to meet his eyes and dug your teeth into his neck, earning a barely heard intake of breath from him.

His fingers automatically slid back inside you while your teeth licked and sucked on the skin of his neck and collarbones. L turned you back around to face his desk and brought a hand out to choke you lightly from the front. You gagged, enjoying the feel of his pretty hands wrapped around your throat.

"You're being a naughty girl, Y/N L/N," L growled into your ear. "Do you really want punishment?"

You stopped. This was one of the rare moments where your boyfriend actually behaved this way - talking about punishment and ordering you to be submissive. Usually, he was one to settle down to lazy, morning sex. Needless to say, you were more than happy to accommodate his current desire. You nodded furiously.

L smiled before putting a hand in front of your face, covering it as if shielding it from something. Out of the blue, he stood up a little, making you skate forward. He gently laid your head on the desk so that your breasts were now practically floating in between the desk and his chair.

You were still seated on his lap, but he lifted his hips, tightening his grip on you so as to prevent you from falling over. L then frantically yet so calmly unbuttoned his pants and slid his boxers down with one hand. He pumped his thick, hard dick a few times before rubbing it against your pussy.

"Apologize," he commanded you.

Your words were incoherent as you tried desperately to say sorry to him for your behaviour. They were interrupted by loud whimpers and moans of need.

"Ryuzaki, please," you panted, your face pressed sideways into his desk. "I need you inside me- ah! Please, don't tease-"

"I said, apologize," he ordered firmly.

You were leaking now. The liquid from your stimulated pussy was dripping all over L's chair, but he did not seem to care. With tears in your eyes, you yelled out, "I- I'm sorry! Please!"

L nodded in satisfaction, patting your ass proudly. "Good girl. Now, a reward for my pretty baby."

He entered your pussy slowly and carefully. It seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to savour every inch of your tight, wet pussy. He knew your body so well - perhaps because of his detective tendencies. Because when his dick entered you, he immediately swung it around to hit your most sensitive spots, making you curl your toes in pleasure.

He pulled back and thrust back inside, repeating the process for what seemed like a thousand times, each thrust earning howls of praise from you. You were a screaming mess, hands running all over his desk, typing senseless words on his keyboard which you were sure would earn you another punishment soon.

"Ryuga, please, faster," you begged, and L obliged, picking up the pace by raising his hips even higher. The faster the movements became, the louder you began to babble.

He tried to keep as quiet as possible throughout the scene, occasionally letting out a few grunts as you told him to go rougher and harder on you. He smacked your ass once, making you shut up and enjoy him as he filled you in completely.

"Oh, god, you little slut," he said between breathless panting. "How horny are you for me, huh? Not even letting me work in peace," he smacked your ass and you cried out, your moans probably waking up the entire hotel.

L was now pounding into you with all his might, your body practically bouncing up and down on the desk uncomfortably. His dick was thrusting in and out of you and his balls were hitting your clit repeatedly at an inhumane speed.

"Now tell me who you are?" he slapped your ass hard.

"I'm- I'm your slut," you whimpered, trying not to pass out with the pleasure you were receiving.

"And what do you want?"

"You-"

He hit your ass even harder, making you yelp in pain.

"Wrong answer. Try again. What do you want?"

"For you to- to fill me up with your cum."

"That's right. Good girl," he growled, his hands latching onto your hips, and his nails digging into your skin to hold you in position. "I will come inside you now."

You nodded shakily. L let out a loud groan for the first time as he came hard into you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. You moaned along with him, jabbering inaudible sobs of his name, coming shortly after him.

For a while, the two of you stayed in the same exact position; your face pressed up against the table with your ass in his lap. His dick was still inside you, unwilling to let go of the warm feel of your pussy. Slowly, he pulled you by your neck back against his chest and pushed his chair forward.

He pressed backspace on his keyboard to delete the words you accidentally wrote, and, with one hand on the side of your hip even now, continued his investigation, leaving a kiss on your neck every few minutes. As the clock struck 4:30am, you slowly drifted off to dreamland, your boyfriend not paying any heed to your concerns. But you had learnt your lesson now, hadn't you?

© chuulyssa, 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet X F!Reader Smut Oneshot

VERY SMUTTY SMUT, 18+

FINALLY finished! This was so fun to write, but I've been so distracted recently that I haven't been able to work on any of my hobbies. I apologize for going AWOL for like, what, a month? Anyway, hopefully finishing this will be the start of bringing writing back in my life. Enjoy, L fans, and let me know if you have ideas for more!

Warnings/contents: Oral (reader recieving), PinV, cowgirl, happy trail, slight amounts of biting, and a very tired man

L has been working far too much, and it's showing. Not only has he not been leaving the CTV screens, he's stopped sleeping all together. Not even at his seat. For someone so smart, you'd think he'd know to take better care of himself.

Well, tonight, he's finally returned to your shared bedroom, only to retrieve some important flash drive. You were laying upside down on the bed, your legs propped up on the headboard and your hands busy with a rather riveting game of snake.

As soon as you heard him walk in, you perked up, flipping around and watching him with intent, your phone playing a sad little song at your loss of the now irrelevant game. "Hey! are you done working?"

He had his hands in his pockets, his steps light but slow as he felt weighed down by his lack of energy. "I'm never done working," he answered simply, walking to the nightstand and crouching down in front of it.

He opened a drawer, which contained a safe. He typed in the 12 digit code, opening it and finding a few small files and three flash drives...none of which were the right one. "I put it right here...did you take the red drive from this safe," he asked with slightly narrowed eyes, turning to the left to face you.

"No...is something missing?"

He examined you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, taking in everything about you. This was the problem, he could never tell if you were lying. Whether it was that he was so infatuated with you he couldn't imagine you lying to him, or if you were simply that good, It was frustratingly inconvenient. Perhaps you simply never lied...that was the delirium from not sleeping speaking, most definitely.

"Are you lying," he asked simply.

"No, unfortunately. I wish I had it...I can help you look," you say sweetly.

"I will find it myself...thank you," he nodded, throwing the polite thanks on the end.

"If you say so," you say in obvious skepticism.

He stands back up, looking down at you as you laid back once more. "Do you doubt my ability," he asked challengingly.

"Well...no...It's just..." you look back up at his big, tired eyes, his face discreetly shifting back and forth between curiosity and annoyance.

You look back to your phone. "You've been so tired, you're running on fumes...I just don't think you're in the right place to be effectively searching for and finding things...or, remembering where you put things...or...doing detective work..."

Silence.

You slowly look back up at him, already wincing at how he must look. When your eyes met his, he just seemed...surprised?

"Do you really think my lack of sleep is affecting my efficiency in a palpable way?" He seemed to be considering the notion.

"I do. Very much so."

"Well...I don't have time to sleep," he mused lowly.

you could work with this. "Would you at least shower? It could help you relax, get your mind off things. It'd only take, like, what, 20 minutes?"

He thought about this.

"I suppose it may assist me in 'getting my mind off things'," he sighed. "Fine. But I'd like you to look for that flash drive while I'm gone," he said firmly. Even without the team around, he still acted like he was your boss. You looked up at him with raised brows.

"...please." This energy deficit was making it harder to engage in social conventions, it took a level of consciousness he did not have currently. Another reason he needed sleep.

"Sure," you said with a smile, sitting up. "Go on, go shower, I'll start looking right now," you assured, standing and guiding him to the bathroom. He walked on his own, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed, turning to face the room, scanning it, your brow furrowed. Then, the water turned on. You glanced to the door. You could hear the rhythm of the raining droplets interrupted by him getting in.

With a deep breath, you relax, walking to the nightstand and opening it back up. You typed in the code to the safe, It was a seemingly randomized combination of the numbers within you and Watari's respective birthdays.

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the flash drive, placing it atop everything else. You'd have to confess and apologize later, for tricking him. You really just needed a reason to get him away from his computer.

With a satisfied huff, you laid back down, continued your game of snake, and waited for him to get out.

fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door gently pushed open, and out L walked, seeming slightly better. he had a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, a slight and sparse amount of black hair barely visible above the pristine white of the fabric. Another towel was slung around his shoulders, catching the water dripping from his spiked black hair.

perfection.

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling happily at him. "Hey, how do you feel? Better? About the flash-"

"I'd like to have sex."

Your mouth hung open for a moment, the suddenness shocking you. You supposed it was because he was lacked so much energy before, because him being so direct wasn't rare in the slightest. Meanwhile, he simply stared at you, waiting for a proper response.

"Right...right now?"

"Do you have any other plans?"

"Well, no," you say, laughing a little. "I thought you were tired. You should be tired."

"I am tired, but I've come to the conclusion that sex with you would be beneficial, more so than the shower, and more time efficient than proper rest."

You just laughed even more, giggling at his frankness. "Sure, yeah...so, I'm assuming you'll want to get straight to things? make it quick?" Nothing was unexpected with him, that was for sure.

"Well...not without foreplay. I'm not completely helpless," he muttered, his brows furrowing slightly at the insinuation he wouldn't. He could tell that's what you were thinking.

"Is that so? Here I was, thinking you'd leave me high and dry," you tease.

He took a step closer, before putting his foot up and onto the bed next to you and leaning over you. His hands were at his hips, the natural placement for him after so much time putting them in his pockets. "Do you think that lowly of me," he asked softly. His eyes were half lidded, staring deep into yours as if he were reading your soul, and his lips were parted, slowly taking in air, his breath warm against your face, so impossibly close to you.

Your skin was warming, blood rushing to your cheeks and nose as you take in the sight before you. Then, you smile, bringing your hands to cup his face. "You're trying too hard," you taunt, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, and when you pull away he leans in farther for a beat, as if he's trying to chase you. His serious expression disappears, and he sits up just a little more. "Am I," he asked, genuinely, cocking his head a little in curiosity.

He just makes you giggle, he's so funny without even realizing. "Yes," you laugh jokingly, nodding for a moment before you calm down. Then you lean in a little more, glancing down at the foot propped up on the bed, and quietly say, "No. It's nice, fun...but, I'd rather you just be yourself." You tilt your head up, your lips brushing against his, before you give him a true kiss.

He closes his eyes, a shiver running up his spine, and when your mouth opens to slide your tongue across his bottom lip, he gladly opens his own. Your hands stay to the sides of his face, and his eventually make their way to your shoulders. You stop for a moment, scooting backward. Without even thinking, he sits completely on the bed, just to follow your lips, and as a reward you waste no time kissing him again.

You stay like that for a while, making out while he sort of straddles your legs in his usual crouch, until he moves past your mouth and to your jaw. It surprises you for a moment, but you quickly adjust, your hand moving to his damp hair to steady yourself.

He leaves wet, meaningful kisses up your jawline, his hand sliding up to your neck to hold you in place. "Did you know," he starts, planting a kiss to the spot where your ear meets your jaw. "That the ear is one of the most sensitive parts of the body," he finishes, kissing at the shell of your ear and sucking on your lobe for a moment. He wasn't even trying to be overly sexy, at least not in his words, you could tell he simply said it because your ear made him think of it, but the candidness of this moment that was so L made you melt...especially because of his soft, low voice.

"Is that so," you ask, your voice wavering a little.

you could feel his smile against the skin of your ear as he left another impassioned kiss to the shell. "It appears it is," he hummed, his voice dropping ever so slightly. Maybe he was trying.

You could do nothing but let out a nervous giggle, your back arching upward until your chest met his. You turned your head, your ear no longer accessible to him, and planted a kiss to the side of his neck. You could feel him stiffen, his breath catching in his throat. You kissed him again, this time slowly, and his hand moved to be in your hair, the other planted firmly on the top of your hip to steady himself.

You take the moment to remove the towel around his waist, glancing down to see just what you were working with...and there he was.

He was fully erect, around 6 inches, the pale pink tip beading with pre. Perfect. You almost reached out to touch him, to please him, but...

Finally, and rather suddenly, he mutters, "Sit back....please."

You don't argue, you just...do. You sit back from him. You could have kept going, just to tease him, but just in case he was overwhelmed, you sat back.

He wasn't overwhelmed, to your delight, and you knew because he leaned forward and brings his lips to your clavicle, placing a gentle but impassioned kiss there. He hears your breath catch, and as he looks up at you with his usual moon-eyed stare, he catches the way your nostrils flare, and your lips part. "You are aroused," he states softly, his hands running up your sides and under your shirt.

"I am," you titter, his cool hands sending a shiver up your spine as you watch him intently.

"If you take your shirt off, I may be able to assist you," he hums sarcastically, a slight, gentle smile across his face.

You roll your eyes, a big smile on your face as you remove your shirt, setting it aside. You take your bra off too, and your pants for good measure. The only thing left on you is your underwear, something that, as he trails feather light kisses down the valley of your breast and the center of your abdomen, he carefully removes with his thumbs and index fingers. By now, he's on his knees and bent forward completely, his hands holding your legs apart as he brings himself to be face to face with your aching folds.

he gazes up at you, not in question but in curiosity, almost a way to tease you. do you want this? how badly? you really want this, don't you?

He slowly licks his lips as his eyes flick back down to what was before him. He sticks his tongue out, giving a long, tentative lap up from your entrance to your clitoris. as his tongue slides up your clit, beneath the hood, your hips buck, just enough to let him know you're excited. With that, his lips lock onto it, his eyes half lidded as he lavishly sucks and laps, soft groans reverberating through you ever so gently as he pleasures you.

He always seems to enjoy this as much as you do, and with each moan you release, he responds to you with a particularly angled prod of his tongue, or a vibrating groan in return, rewarding the crescendo of your sounds.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, nestling in the soft black stands and gently pulling at the base. At the feeling, he releases a breath he seemed to have been holding, the air fanning against the skin of your thighs and lower abdomen. The sturdy grip he has on your hips tightens a little, and as your hips stutter with the eventual arrival of your orgasm, he looks back up at you, his eyes peering, examining, daring you to look anywhere but at him. You can't help but to stare back.

With one final lap of his tongue, you finish, back arching, head tossing back, your voice ringing through the room in what he can only describe as the song of the angels. He helps you through, gently sucking on your clit, and when you finally come down from it, he pulls away, licking the fluid from his chin and upper lip. It was sort of endearing, watching him do something that looked so...stupid, to put it bluntly.

You laugh despite your panting, smiling as he sits back with his knees rather relaxed compared to usual, not to his chest, although arched halfway there. "you were...considerably louder than usual. has it been a long time since you've experienced an orgasm?"

you almost wanted to chide him for asking a question that had such an obvious answer, but you supposed it was good he didn't negate the fact that you could self pleasure. "Nope. I guess you could say I've been saving myself for you," you sigh teasingly, crawling closer, over his legs, bringing your face and hips above his, respectively.

He instinctively takes your hips, looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. "Why would you do something like that," he asked disdainfully.

You laugh a little. "Does it matter?"

He pauses, looking to your hips. "I suppose not. It makes no difference to me," he muses.

You smile down at him with endearment, your hands sliding to his shoulders. No time to waste.

You lower yourself down his vehemently leaking cock, his grip tightening around you as you push yourself past his tip.

he leaned forward, his knees coming up, your body now between his chest and his legs as your hips met his. he wasn't especially girthy, but his length more than made up for it. You take in a breath, steadying on his shoulders, and slowly slide upward.

He watches with a sort of aroused fascination as you begin to ride him, his eyes not leaving the sight of your body taking his dick in and out, watching and feeling every twitch, listening to every sound, the variations, the angles, everything perceived. You wouldn't think he was enjoying himself all too much, given the fact he was only releasing tempered pants and the occasional hum, but it was his attention that gave it away. Nothing besides his work, and now you, has captured his attention so quickly and so intensely.

If he weren't so tired and in need of a proverbial "quickie," he'd have you in as many different positions as possible. He has a need to see every facet of you, to know how you look and feel and sound in every angle and situation...but, for now, the usual cowgirl will do. And it does, it does rather nicely.

He only looks up at your face when he takes notice of your own noises, growing in volume and desperation. Of course, when he looks up, he can really only see your tits, bouncing away, and he really has no choice but to lavishly suck on your nipple. a formality, truly. The sounds and expressions that elicits is simply heavenly.

He grips your hips tighter, and as the air from his nose fans across your chest, he thrusts himself up. You cry out, his tip unexpectedly hitting your cervix, and all you can do now is shift back and forth as he thrusts up, peer into his large observant eyes as he tongues your breast and uses your body as he wishes. The sight, the feeling, the sounds, it was all too much for you. You moan louder and louder, signaling an orgasm, and the moment his tip pounds a particular spot, you're done. Your hips buckle, your body shakes, and best of all for him, your walls constrict.

in mere moments after you, he begins to truly moan, his cheeks flushing as his orgasm grows closer. After one particularly fast and hard jerk of his hips, he's calling out your name, his teeth pressing into your chest as his lashes flutter, his cum releasing within you in quick spurts, riding the wave as your hips roll against his.

He said this would be quick, a way to relax while staying time efficient, but fortunately he was too tired to take his own tiredness into account. He fell completely asleep beside you, his head pressed into your chest and his legs pressed to your torso as you stroked his hair. He'd sleep for the next 14 hours, and while you got up to pick up the slack at work, get something to eat, or use the restroom, you always returned to him.

I genuinely looked like coraline's dad writing this. I had fun, but wow was I lethargic. I'd like to do this again though, hopefully when I'm feeling more determined!

Taglist: @cheekyweekymouse

[koishiro]

Hey again girl! So I was wondering if you could do L and Misa from death note dating moodboards? Gotta say they, just started watching death note and I LOVE IT.❤️❤️❤️✨✨

Dating L Lawliet <33

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY L! I LUV U I LUV U I LUV U- 💕 (death note has to be one of my top fav anime’s of all time idc)

[captain-lessship]

What kind of lover do you think L would be?

I AM GLAD YOU ASKED

Wouldn’t date you if Watari didn’t like you.

This man love you more than anything else. You are his escape because you just exist, not demanding anything from him. Only asking, politely, for love.

He adores your cooking (especially your baking)

He can cook for shit but he tries

Refuses to watch or listen to you on cameras because he respects your privacy and trusts you.

Buys you things he sees you add to your online cart

when he isn’t working (which is rare) he can be found in your living room, watching Jeopardy (RIP Alex Trebek.) waiting for you to come join him

likes Rom Coms because of the predictable outcome

Execpt the Notebook. He didn’t see that particular ending being the one they chose. It was only a 3% chance they would go with the one they did.

most of your dates are at your or his house. But when you do go out out: he spoils you.

just in general he spoils you. Seriously you have not paid (fully) for one of your dates. Ever. (He mainly spoils you because he feels so absent no matter how much you reassure him that you understand the circumstances and love him anyway)

you love being around him. Something he honestly thought wouldn’t ever hall for him.

when you do somehow convince this man to sleep. He sleeps next you. So next to you that you wonder if he’s glued to you.

L has three sleeping positions with you:

pressed into your side

Him laying on top of you.

His back against the headboard, hands in your hair. Think of a hat. He goes Hat Mode.

You’re just happy he’s sleeping and none of the positions bother you.

It took him months to kiss you on the lips; before that it was hand kisses and kisses to your temple.

You were actually the one to instigate the first kiss

Now the poor man is hooked.

if you leave his work area without giving him a kiss, he acts as if he’s caught the plague and gets sad. Or as sad as L can get. Which translates into picking at his desserts slowly.

I don’t see him as particularly jealous, more protective. He honestly has to be with you due to his line of work.

Everyone he knows, after they meet you, knows that you two are a thing due to the kisses and his eyes following you around.

I personally think he’s in for the long run after you don’t go anywhere after a year or two: Marriage. Or if you don’t believe in marriage, filing together on tax forms.

[ferumeruderu]

Do you think he likes it?

ARE NIPPLES ALLOWED IN TUMBLR? guess ill find out

[persnicketypomelo]

Object of Admiration (Yandere!L)

Yandere!L/Reader, obsession, kidnap

You hadn’t always been this way.

That is, confined in a mad genius’s flat with no choice in the matter. 

And you surely wouldn’t have expected yourself to be calmly cooking yourself dinner as your captor sat on the couch, rewatching the same 240p granular CCTV footage in a loop. The black-haired detective beckoned for you to be seated by him, and you complied. 

A measly few weeks ago, you would’ve scoffed and turned heel at his command. But now, you begrudgingly follow his whim. The sight of the front door, locked only from the inside, taunts you. How easy it would be to march out the door, and how infuriating it was that he had you so under his thumb that you willingly decided not to.

Your captor was thin, lanky, and peculiar in many ways. Despite his constant consumption of sweets, he never seemed to put on a single kilogram. He tended towards the same uniform of blue pants and a white shirt, day in, day out. He was obviously not a man keen on self-care, given the constant disarray of his hair and the dark, tired bags under his eyes. Yet you knew better than to judge him by his messy appearance and shabby sweatpants. 

Beneath your kidnapper’s unremarkable appearance, he was smart—extremely so—and meticulous in his every action. The first week of your imprisonment, you combed through every cranny of the flat when he left the house. What you were looking for, you didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter anyway. Just…anything you could find about the man who stole you away from your life. Hell, even a letter from his mom would be something, but all you had was nothing.

He was always one step ahead of you. Everything you knew about him was information he chose to let you know. It was always clear who always had the upper hand between the two of you. 

“Do you want one?” The low, monotone voice interrupted, breaking the ice treat in half, “You’ve been staring. Normally I wouldn’t share these ones as they’re my favourite, but you’re the exception.” 

How you wish you weren’t the exception.

Absentmindedly, you take the ice treat from his hand, tasting the sugar as it melts in your mouth while his voice drones on. How funny, your captor, L, was regarded as so intelligent as to be sought out by Interpol, and yet he had the habits of a petulant child. He couldn’t survive without an alarming dose of sugar every day, and became sullen and jealous if you admired any person’s intelligence other than his own. His quirks would have even been cute, were he anyone else. 

Surely someone else would’ve been interested in him for his eccentricities. So why did he have to go out of his way for someone who wanted none of his attention?

L’s voice once again breaks your reverie, “…and I can tell you’ve not been listening given by how you’ve been making the same noise to everything I’ve said. What are you thinking about?”

You blink. It wasn’t like you to be so spacey, but today, everything in the now familiar house flooded your memory of one month prior.

You glance over to the miniature calendar propped on the coffee table. Some couples celebrated the anniversary of their relationship. You counted the weeks, now month, of your kidnap. 

“Why?” You ask, drunk on the wistful nostalgia of this particular date, “Why choose me? Why go this far for just one person?” 

L returns his gaze to the monitor with a thoughtful expression.

“Truthfully, I do not know why.” The popsicle in his hand had, by now, evaporated under his ravenous cravings to the bare stick.

“I like seeing how you think, and I value your presence…enough to want to keep you from ever leaving, from ever being someone else’s.”

L was never downright sappy or cloying with his words, yet you knew firsthand the depth of his affection. 

His first recourse upon returning, every day, was to hold you in a deceptively crushing embrace. To any outsider, it might’ve seemed like a sweet gesture between a loving couple. To you, his lanky arms entrapped you with a strength that betrayed their appearance. His fingers gripped the fabric of your clothing with a tightness that revealed the true extent of his possessiveness beneath his apathetic demeanour, deeply inhaling against the skin of your neck. The more you resisted, the less reciprocative of his embrace that you were, the longer and tighter his hold was. You learned, through time, that it was better to ease your unwilling muscles into the embrace. If you could stomach it that day, you would even wrap your arms around him in a weak act of reciprocation. L was more willing to hear out your requests the more compliant you were with his delusion of mutual love. 

In the end, he always got what he wanted from you, and you were powerless to do anything about it. 

If you rebelled and attempted to flee, he would find you and send people to bring you back. No matter how clever you were to avoid him, he still managed to track you down, and drag you back. He delighted in listing how you improved from your last attempt, analysing your performance as one might an episode of their favourite television show. When you acquiesced and gave up on attempted escape, that just meant he succeeded in conditioning you into his fantasy of you as his partner. Either by complying or resisting his kidnap, he had you right where he wanted you. More and more, you learned to fit more into the role of his partner: grudgingly obliging in returning his forced affection.

But no matter how reciprocal you forced yourself to be, you had yet to figure out relinquish his hold on you at night. 

Every night, without fail, L would wrap his arms around your midsection and bury his face into your back, like a personal teddy bear. When you tried to pry yourself free, his arms would tighten uncomfortably until there was not one centimetre of room between the two of you. You had tried to stay up late, hoping he would fall asleep first and give you some breathing room (or time to flee), but he never seemed to need the rest as much as you did. No matter how long you forced your weary eyelids open, he ran on constant energy, seemingly without exhaustion. 

He liked listening to your heartbeat, he had confessed once. He said it calmed him and eased his mind. In some small way, it gave you a twisted feeling of power to know that you, a regular citizen, could have such an effect on one of the greatest minds in the world. 

“There,” L pauses the security footage, jolting you out of your reminiscence, “he’s reaching out like he’s seen Kira,” he comments, “perhaps Kira was on the train with him.”

How he could come to such conclusions with such scant information, you would never know. 

Before you can reply, Watari’s entrance punctures your question, accompanied by a tray of sweet refreshments for the shaggy haired man.

After a moment, you try again, “Why do you think he does this? Kira, that is.”

Taking a bite of the green tea ice cream, L looks up thoughtfully.

“Kira and I are very much alike. Despite his ideals of justice, he is childish and hates losing. I am the same. I believe his motives for killing are a mixture of both his personality and his ideals. Every death is a challenge to justice, to me. Yet his choice of victims, shows that he believes he is making the world better. He wishes to force his own ideals upon the world, and I am here to stop him. It is as simple as that.”

A game…that was exactly how your relationship with L was. But for you, the stakes were your life and freedom. You were a prize that L won, and he would ensure at any chance that he would never lose you, even if it meant cheating. None of this kidnapping was about morality or misconstrued perception of righteousness. Even though L may have one of the most brilliant minds in the world, he has the emotional maturity of a spoiled child. What he covets, he ensures that he gets. Rejection or refusal is not an option. 

You supposed you should’ve realised much sooner with how immature he could be.

L always needed to prove that his intellectual prowess was stronger than anyone else’s. Anytime you admired anyone, be they fictional or non-fictional, he seemingly found all their flaws right after. It was clear he did not take any sort of rivals well. His jealousy of “rivals” was almost even cute.

Well, save for the fact that he kidnapped you. 

“Sometimes I wish I could open your head and see inside,” L interrupts your thoughts, the large, unblinking eyes peer through you, “especially when you’re so deep in thought like today.”

You look away from his fish-like eyes, crossing your arms. Even after becoming accustomed to living with him, his long, fixed stare never got any less unnerving. 

“Has it ever occurred to you,” you query, “how ironic this is from an outside perspective? You represent justice; you’re supposed to bring Kira down. And yet, you kidnapped me—took me from my old life to be your companion against my will.” 

The question doesn’t seem to phase him at all. “Each person will have their own perspective on morality, and this is mine. You should know that I won’t change my mind on this matter, even though you don’t agree with my actions.”

L turns the screen off, retiring from the collage of granular security footage. He turns to you, wrapping his arms around you and touching his nose to your neck. Your body, on instinct twitches to pull away, but you stiffen your muscles to halt the reaction.

You usually try not to think about the past, as it only makes you misty-eyed when you can do nothing to free yourself from your current predicament. But today, you can’t seem to help the bitter nostalgia from overflowing. How you miss the time where you could just follow the battle between L and Kira from a television. You missed how impersonal it was, as a law-abiding citizen, when you didn’t have to worry about L or Kira taking interest in you. Now you would never know that freedom until the finale of the two opposing forces. 

“How fortunate I am to have found you before anything could have happened to you.”

How fortunate for him indeed.  

[alicedash2]

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[kimekioo]

an: first post is finally out yay.ᐟ hope u like it vv ༉‧₊˚.

neglectful!L x neglected!reader — cw: suggestive ?

[༊*·˚] = Y/N

due to the kira case, your neglectful!L boyfriend comes to see you twice a month to lower the chances of kira finding out who you are to him. of course you hate it but with L you had no say in the matter, you love him and he undoubtedly love you too but he just wants to keep you safe

when he did come to see you, you guys would cuddle and talk about the case, you usually listening while he talks. youve gotten use to falling asleep in his arms and him being gone by the time youve woken up. you miss him, you see him every month but you still feel alone. you felt stupid for feeling like this but knew he was risking his life for this case.

enjoy ʚෆɞ

"are you okay?" L suddenly asked while you two were cuddling "why do you ask?" "i sense ive done something wrong and i dont know what yet" L looked at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes. L wasnt raised like other kids, he doesnt have a basic sense of social skills, he understands that, he just.. doesnt know what to do about it, he feel like hes failing you in some way.

"i feel like we dont spend enough time together, i cant even remember the last time we've had sex!" you said muffled by his shirt but he heard you loud and clear, of course he misses your sex adventures but he thought you were okay with having conversations during your times than be fucking.

“i know i know it’s stu—“

a rough kiss landed on your lips bringing you down to the bed while continuing it “but i thought—“ “ [༊*·˚], you can tell me anything. i know we dont see each other often, but i miss you anytime we're apart." he cuts you off, looking deeply into your eyes. for the first time in months you dont feel alone meeting him, you feel yourself melting into his touch, " L. ." you kiss but this time youre the one who started it.

youve already removed your dress and underwear when he scatters kisses all around your body, he wants to make sure you feel loved.

somethin a lil short and sweet for my first post 🤍

[chuulyssa]

coffee? (l lawliet)

↷ ASK ─ L and reader met at a cafe where L is a regular but reader is a new recruit at the cafe as a waitress who is being harrassed by some dudes and L steps in just to get feelings for her.

★ COUNT ─ 1.2k

!! TAGS ─ l lawliet x reader, slight harassment, catcalling, degrading (not by l), cliffhanger ending because im an asshole (also im a lazy bitch sorry)

★ PROLOGUE ─ stepping in to help without the security of a mask teaches a detective how to love

L settled into his favourite spot at the cozy café. He felt the familiar sense of comfort wash over him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of undecipherable conversation surrounded him, leaving him in complete relaxation. It was days like this that helped take his mind off murders and mysteries and sink deep within solace and peace.

He let out a content sigh and reached for his book, ready to lose himself in its pages, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, welcome to our café. My name is Y/N, and I'll be your waitress today. May I take your order?"

L glanced up to see a new face smiling warmly at him, your name tag proudly displaying your name. He couldn't help but return your smile with a small one himself, an action which was quite unusual, even for his own standards.

"Hello, Y/N," L replied with a nod. "I'll just have my usual, please."

"Um... your usual?" you blinked, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Ah, it's alright, I figured as much," L waved a hand. "A black coffee."

You wrote it down on your little notepad. "Anything else?"

"Well..." L trailed off, thinking. He never really cared much about the other items on the menu. This time, however, to his own amusement, he found himself asking, "What would you recommend?"

"Huh? I- um," you were caught off-guard. In your defense, it was only your first day as an employee. How were you supposed to answer this customer now? "I suppose... a croissant?"

"Great choice," L nodded. "Please add that to my order."

"Okay!"

After you left, L was left wondering why in the world he ordered a croissant of all things. He could already picture Watari shaking his head at the fact that a million croissants could have been ordered in a second if he had said so. Still, L shrugged and looked over at the counter, grumbling internally when he didn't find you there.

.

The soft clinking of silverware and porcelain from the kitchen reminded him of how empty his stomach was. L's gaze returned to his book, one foot tapping on the ground in a firm rhythm. As soon as you came back with his order, he took it without a word. He smiled, albeit slightly, before taking a small bite of the croissant.

"It's quite nice actually," he muttered watching you retreat to another table, surprised because he didn't usually compliment any kind of food.

Your evening shift was coming to an end. While you were packing up and getting ready to leave and call it a day, a sudden ring from the front door of the cafe signaled another customer. You sighed before throwing your apron back on and hurrying towards the table.

Upon reaching there, you realized that it wasn't just one customer, but a whole group of men, probably in their early 20s. You wondered why they'd be here of all places - in a cafe, that is, and not at some bar getting wasted. Still, pushing those thoughts aside, you bent over slightly to talk to the nearest person, inquiring about their order.

The group of men gave a few whistles and even a few catcalls as you conversed. From the corner of your eye, you could see many of them staring at your behind, and you immediately straightened up uncomfrotably.

“Well, well,” one of them snickered as he glanced you over. “If it isn't the new, cute waitress. Hey, why don't you come over here and join us? There’s plenty of room on this table.”

You blinked at him, trying not to punch him in the face. "I'm sorry, sir. We aren't authorized to be-"

"Ack, stop that silly talk. I don't understand nothin' of what you're trynna say," his words were slurred by the alcohol in his system, while you looked for ways to get out of this situation.

The rest of them were eyeing you up and down as they laughed amongst themselves, seemingly amused by their companion’s crude behaviour. Their eyes were like sharks circling their prey, searching for a chance to seize it.

“Ah, come on now,” another one spoke up, giggling. “You can take a break, right? It’s not like anyone’s going to notice if you’re gone for a few minutes. So what do you say? You join us, and we have some fun?”

"Um, I'll have to decline, sorry-"

"Hello," a quiet voice interrupted. The men turned to look at the new addition to their conversation, jeering.

"You want some fun too? It's alright, join us. We won't mind," one of the men laughed.

"Leave her alone," L was surprised at his own willingness to go out of his way to help you. After all, he had just met you, so there was no way he had already become 'attached' to you, right?

Right?

"Woah, woah, chill, mate," one of them said with a smirk. "Who are you - her boyfriend? Her bodyguard?"

The men laughed along, and another one added, "Yeah, man. Stop ruining the fun."

"She said no, alright? So back off."

The other men snickered. The air was filled with a tense silence as L and the drunkard stared intently at each other.

The drunkard scoffed, “Nah, man, for real though. What’re you, her boyfriend or something? Don’t even bother, dude. With a face like that, you’re obviously not the type the bitches want.”

L felt a strange sensation of anger and irritation as a muscle in his jaw clenched. Did he just dare to call you a bitch? He kept his face unreadable as he met the drunkard’s gaze again.

The drunkard smirked. “Oh? Did I hit a sore spot there? Do I need to repeat myself? There’s no way that bitc would go for a guy like-"

SMACK! The drunkard fell out of his chair, and you could have sworn you saw a few teeth fly off. L's foot had landed straight to his jaw and knocked the man off his feet.

The other three men sat still as they stared at L, a mixture of shock and disbelief written on them.

L looked down at the still unconscious drunkard with a stone-cold expression, as if he was used to knocking people out with his boots.

The three men looked at each other, unsure of how to react.

"W-we're leaving," one of them said finally, grabbing his drunk companion by the arms and dragging him out of the café.

Your hands were clasped onto your mouth, genuinely shocked, but also trying to hide a little smile that threatened to be seen by the others.

The café had fallen silent. It was only broken by the sound of the front door closing and the sound of footsteps outside.

L's gaze snapped up as he looked at you. It was like his senses were finally coming back to his body. He cleared his throat and turned towards you again, his demeanour shifting into its usual emotionless state.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yea," you said, taking your hands off your mouth awkwardly. "That was a... um... clean kick."

L looked at you as if he could suddenly see you in a completely different light. Why did he step in to help you? Why did he lash out at your customers? Heck, why did he even stay that long in the cafe?

He frowned at the new emotion that was building up in him. What was this feeling that he, the greatest detective ever, could not figure out?

With a timid sigh, L closed his eyes briefly before opening them and mumbling a little, "Thank you."

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

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[livvyisb0red]

Falling for L before he started working on the Kira case. He slowly gets more scared of you getting hurt once he starts working on the case. You try to comfort him anytime you two are alone together, baking him deserts and getting him sweet coffee.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

sunshine reader x L oneshot

NOT THE SMUT...but that's coming soon.

Yalllll this L smut is taking me wayyyy too long to finish, I've been hit with inspiration in the WRONG department (katsuki series), and now that's all I can think about. Until I'm able to crank out the actual L smut, have this little oneshot about joining the kira task force!

"I'm here," you announce cheerily, bursting in through the door with a big smile and a briefcase in your hands.

"Uh, sorry, who are you," Mogi asks, stopping you at the door. He had a stern look on his face, like he thought you were tresspassing.

"She is a consultant on this case," L says calmly, not turning from his place before his computer, his thumb pressed to his lips in thought, his knees to his chest.

"everyone, this is (Y/n). Make yourselves acquainted."

"A consultant?" "What do you need consulting on?" "I thought you said you didn't need anymore detectives."

L sighed, a frown appearing on his lips as he glanced back toward where the group would be. "I thought I told you to acquaint yourselves," he said tiredly. What a lovely first day.

over the next week, they did in fact acquaint themselves. You got to know everyone, especially because you lived in HQ. There was Misa, Aizawa, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Mogi, and, of course...Light Yagami. You knew him well. Through L's retellings, anyway. Why did he tell you? Because you were dating. Plain and simple.

L hadn't told anyone on the team, for good reason...at least, it was probably good reason. Either that, or he didn't tell because no one asked. He was like that, only speaking as he pleased. It amused you, it was something that drew you to him.

Even so, they noticed when he gave you special treatment. Once, during a presumed all-nighter for the detectives, you stood from your seat next to L, Stretching and yawning.

"I'm going to head to bed." It was only 10, far earlier than any of the others dared ask to go, not wanting to seem like slackers. L looked up at you questioningly, tilting his head. "You never go to bed this early."

You shrug. "I'm tired, and if I'm too tired tomorrow, I won't be able to work as efficiently."

L sighed, looking back to his computer. "I won't stop you," he said indifferently.

You smile and thank him, standing and making your way to bed. Everyone else was flabbergasted. Matsuda stood from his desk, leaning on it with his hands as he stared at the back of L's head. "Why does she get to leave early? If any of us asked to go at a time like this, No way you'd let us!"

"Have you asked," L responded, gently spinning his chair around to face him.

"well I-...no..."

L gave him an expectant look, scratching the top of his foot with his toes.

"...can I go to bed?" everyone was watching with intrigue. Was that really all it took???

"...no."

Matsuda looked shocked. Everyone else simply went back to work, the already dingy mood dampened even further.

"It's cause she's pretty, isn't it?"

L looked up in thought, his thumb rubbing at his lips.

"Mmnnn....I suppose it is," he mused.

All matsuda could do was sit down in disbelief. "can you believe this," he asked Aizawa in a whisper. "Of course I can. That's L for you."

As another piece of evidence, he simply likes you more. He lets you talk and talk all day long about anything on your mind, when you go on food runs he actually asks you for things (He never asks the other detectives, no matter where they're going), and he shares any of his treats with you.

"I recall you saying you enjoy strawberry flavoring. Is that still accurate?" he's already cut you a sizable slice of strawberry cake, so your answer doesn't matter.

"have you ever had carambola? It's not very remarkable on it's own." Because of him, your first and only experiences with the fruit are in tanghulu form.

Anything he eats, you at minimum try.

Lastly, and most importantly, he shamelessly stares at your body. It is unbearably obvious that you distract him sometimes, when you're talking like nothing and he's watching the subtle movement of your tits, caused by your excessive gesticulations, his thumb tracing his lower lip in thought as he analyzes the exact weight they must have to move in such a way. Many of the others assume L is simply a creep, a creepy weirdo staring at the new pretty woman in HQ.

Light knows better. He knows, he can see it, there is more. It's not just lust, L is better than that, more complex. Either this is some way to trick Light, or he's doing this to benefit himself and this case in some way. There is more, and he will find out what it is.

Of course, you know better than all of them. There is more, the more is that you are together, and beyond that, there is nothing. He just finds your chest rather captivating. You can't blame him. The end.

Long story short, everyone knows he has a bias towards you, for one reason or another, and he doesn't do much to hide it. There were so many theories spread between them, and as a surprise to no one, it was filtered through misa. She knew best about this social stuff, after all.

"Do you see the way she smiles at him? They have to be dating," Matsuda whispers.

"What? No way, Girls smile at guys for more reasons than being with them," Misa scoffs.

"What if this is a test? Maybe he's testing us," Mogi puts forward.

"On what," Misa asks incredulously.

"I don't know, I'm not the genius...What do you think, Light? You're the closest to him."

"Me...? I don't know, why don't you just ask him."

ask him? To his face? No.

"Fine," Misa nods, standing from the mini huddle. Everyone watched with disbelief as she faced the two of you, working side-by-side before the CCTV footage. She pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you, her voice and expression full of pride, like she cracked some code. "Are you two dating?!"

You look at L. He doesn't look at you.

"Yes," he responds calmly.

"What? Why would you bring her here then? Don't you think Light is kira? Aren't you putting her in danger," Aizawa asks.

"You 6 are the only ones that know...excluding Watari. If She dies, please assume Light Yagami is the culprit."

Silence.

"Now, return to work," he orders, strain and annoyance in his voice from the situation. "I truly hate gossip," he grumbled to you.

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[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hi, El. Would you mind writing the second prompt in Dreams of Poetry with L Lawliet? 200 more until 1000 followers, keep up your stunning works! 🔥

Thank you 🥰

L Lawliet x reader

Navi.

Warnings: none

He had never acted this way before. His fingers shook whenever you sat close by, eyes darting nervously around when he heard your voice, body freezing up whenever your skin brushed his.

He wasn't quite sure when it started. He remembered a time when he enjoyed your company, feeling a sense of relief wash over him when the last Task Force member left the office to leave you both alone. He trusted you. He found comfort in your presence.

Then why did his heart tell him otherwise?

Erratic heartbeats were a tell-tale sign of anxiety. What had happened to him? What had happened to you? It occurred to him that you did not seem infected by whatever ailment it was that plagued him.

"Are you alright?"

His head snapped up, eyes wide as he looked at you.

"No."

"Oh. Can I help?"

You started to fiddle with your hands, nervous under his blank stare.

"I don't know how I feel."

"Do you...do you want to describe the feeling? Maybe I know?"

He hummed, tapping his lower lip with his thumb.

"Alright. My heart is beating erratically and my hands are shaking."

"Always?"

"I believe it is a feeling you evoke. I think...You may have bewitched me body and soul." His breath stuttered as realisation set in. "And I lo- I lo-..." he took a breath. "I love you. And I'm not sure...what to do?" He looked at you for help.

You smiled, taking his cold hands in yours.

"I love you too, L. Don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

[ashes-unknown]

The Maiden -

L LAWLIET x READER !!

outline : Watari’s wife seduces L into having sex with her on his birthday making it become a regular thing, trying to keep it under the radar. ( smut.)

“ Thank you all for coming to celebrate with me on my birthday.” L waved them off rubbing his neck as they walked out the door.

His Secretary Y/n smiled shutting the front door of the Apartment after everyone filed out.

Strutting over to L as her eyes landed on him giving him a sinful smile. Pulling him into his bedroom.

“ U-Um are you doing y/n” L asked with a shaky breath as you layed him down into his large bed. Suddenly y/n’s lips attached onto L’s, sucking away at his soft skin arching back onto his crotch.

“ Tonight is all about you my love.” you smirked into another kiss trailing down his body making him shutter underneath you.

he blushed, “ But what a-about watari aren’t you guys stil together?” he questioned.

Y/n Smirked devilish, “ he doesn’t have to know kitty as long as you stay quiet darling .” she said pulling his shirt off making quick work to his neck, slowly descending down his happy trail.

L let soft moans escape his lips trying to hold back, as his bulge grew bigger.

“ puppy, you’re getting all exicted for me! your doing so good.” she praised him rubbing his crotch. He blushed holding in his moans.

Y/n unzipped his pants pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring up.

“ Look at you, such a big boy huh baby , you want mommy to take care of you?” y/n cooes stroking his shaft, making him whimper.

“ y-yes mommy p-please.” he furrowed his eyebrows looking at his in lust closing his eyes.

“ Please what?” Y/n asks teasingly, smirking as he opens his eyes.

a pink blush creeps on his cheeks, “do i have to say it?” L asked shyly looking down.

“ how will i know what my precious kitty wants if he does not tell me mhm?”

"Please..." he whispers out, "Please keep touching me Mommy, Please." He moans at the end of his sentence, turning red after hearing what he just said.

"Beg." I say smirking.

"Please Mommy, please touch me. Please make me cum all over myself, I'll do anything. Just please keep going. i’ll do anything for you mommy .” he said batting his eyelashes

" what a Good boy you are today!” Y/n Praises him even more.

Y/n drags her tongue down his chest, leaving a wet trail down his chest, stopping right above the tip of his cock. taking ahold of his cock, moving their hand up and down it slowly. His lips part, as he lets out little moans. Lifting his hips up, Y/n pushes them back down.

"I won't tell you again Kitty. Stop moving." Y/n said sternly. standing from between his legs, letting go of his cock, and walking towards the closet. He whimpers, and follows them with his eyes.

Not seeing what they grab. grabbing a bottle of lube and a dildo. walking back over to him with the items behind their back.

opening the bottle of lube, squeezing some into their hands. covering his cock in it, moving one hand up and down his cock, L whimpering lightly.

"You're gonna start touching yourself when i tell you to, understood?" Y/n says looking up at his closed eyes, he nods his head.

y/n smirked covering the dildo in lube, setting it to the side. massaging his hole, making him gasp out from the sudden feeling. sliding one finger into him, fucking him with the middle finger.

"Oh my, fuck baby" He moans out, he starts pushing his hips down, meeting their finger with his thrusts.

letting the movement slide, knowing he's about to lose control. sliding their ring finger into him, making him gasp even louder.

"Oh my god Mommy, oh my-" he cuts off as Y/n pulls out of him. He cries out, "Now, now, you're gonna get to cum. Just not from my fingers puppy, we dont want that.”

grabbing hold of the dildo, moving a hand up and down it, moving the lube around, then push it up to his hole.

L gasps loudly, backing his hips up, moving away from the dildo.

"Don't worry baby, you can handle it, i promise.”

i grabbed the one you're comfortable with." y/n says placing a hand on one of his, gliding a hand over the belt keeping his hands together.

The tip slides in, L moaning quietly. pushing more in, "Go ahead and touch yourself for mommy baby." Y/n says to him, admiring his parted lips, and closed eyes. His hair is sticking to his face, soaked from his sweat. I start moving the dildo in and out, slowly, causing him to moan loudly, not expecting the movement.

He rests his hips as Y/n pushs the dildo against his tight hole, slowly working the tip in.

“ Thats it baby, mommy knew you could do it, good little kitty!” Y/n praised. He shivers while moving his hand up and down his cock, while Y/n worked more of the dildo into him.

"Are you close puppy?" Y/n ask ed innocently.

He moans out, "Big boy words darling."

Y/n says sternly.

He moans, "Y-Yes Mommy ."

His starts thrusting into his hand. He's getting really close, Y/n smirked.

"How bad do you wanna cum baby?" Y/n asked teasingly, slightly speeding up the movement of the dildo. He moans, stuttering, trying to answer.

"S-So bad M-Mommy, i-i need to c-cum so bad” he whined and moaned out crying.

“Mommy, p-please.”

Y/n kept fucking him with the dildo, replacing his hand with theirs on his cock, moving quickly.

"Oh my g-god m-mommy," he moans out.

"Go ahead, cum for Mommy baby like the dirty little whore you are kitty, be a good boy for mommy and cum darling."

“ Nfuck, m-mommy, oh mommy!” he moaned out while cumming all over himself & Y/n’s hand.

After cleaning everything up, y/n runs a bath for him, helping him get in, and washing off. getting him out, drying him off and dressing him. walking back into the bedroom letting him lay down pecking his head.

“ happy birthday kitty, you earned it, till next time darling.” Y/n says turning the lights off leaving his apartment.

[captain-lessship]

Dad! L Headcannons

a/n: I tried to write this as gender ambiguous as possible but it definitely leans more AFAB reader but I just wanted to say that families come in all shapes and ranges. And L would want to raise a kid with you regardless of your gender orientation.

Pre-Children:

Was the one to bring it up.

wanted two but would be totally supportive if you only wanted one

Would help you plan everything for getting yourself ready for kids (Doctors visits, family therapy if you wanted, looked into every option if you couldn’t carry a child on your own.)

when you actually became pregnant, he was over the moon.

Pregnancy:

Was very supportive and caring.

Never made you feel guilty for your cravings and such.

went to every appointment he could with you

Wanted this to be stress free as possible so he eliminated a lot of your struggles

He legit took notes on pregnancy books

Could be a little much with all the information he now knows but will back off slightly if you told him that he was being a hovering husband

He only trusted certain people around you: Watari, Your family, your friends and the doctors. Would definitely try to keep you in the house if he could but would accept it if you had a problem with it.

when you found out you were having twins, he nearly fainted of happiness. (But do to his lack of expression, you thought it was shock)

Infant: 

very gentle with the babies but isn’t very good at holding them. 

Prefers to give the affection by means of letting their tiny fingers wrap around his or giving them tiny kisses til they giggle

Thankfully he is up to take care of the babies throughout the night. With the aid of Watari. (Who is pretty much their grandpa)

Keeps a keen eye on the baby monitors. The monitors themselves have microphones and thermometers to keep the nursery at a comfortable and consistent temperature.

Was a little shaky when changing the first diaper but is now a pro and surprisingly quick at it. 

Throws up if they throw up.

Calls the babies “it” 

Pities them when you dress them up.

“Do they really need to be that… frilly?” “They’re adorable.” “Our baby is currently 86% frill.” 

Family photos litter the house. He is extremely proud of you and his children

Toddler: 

he falls victim to the puppy dog eyes too easily. 

The children are spoiled rotten. 

Has been wrapped around his kids fingers since the day they were born and the kiddos are just now realizing this. And using it to their advantage 

Doesn’t want his kids to be like him and only eat sweets.

If his kids didn’t like a certain food, he would have it cooked a different way. Only after several attempts at getting the kids to at least tolerate it, would he give up and drop the matter entirely. Almost

“Taste buds change every seven years” “They hate all things that resemble a carrot.” “For now.”

Would be the one to check in the kids during the night, either on the hallway camera (after they don’t need a baby monitor, he takes cameras out of their room because he respects your child (and honestly, can a toddler do anything maliciously?)or by carefully peering through the door. 

Would be extremely proud if his children took on his seating position.

he was built to be a girl dad. He just was. 

He would let his baby girl do his makeup and paint his nails. 

Surprisingly good at doing her hair. 

“Look! Papa made these!” She’d said, pointing at her pigtails. 

Has been known to forget that he was playing dress up and go on video calls with a fake tiara in his hair. 

“Please, refrain from snickering. There is nothing funny about this case.” “Uh… Sir, there’s something in your hair?” “Ah..” 

is *somehow* surprised when his son reflects him: Quiet.

Loves doing anything with his kids because it gives him a chance to have a childhood again.

Nearly came to tears when he saw his kids drawing of him as a superhero. (He later laid his head in your lap and cried happy tears.) 

He loves his kids more than anything in the world and would do anything for them. 

[persnicketypomelo]

Yooo!!! Your writing is so wonderful!!! If u don't mind, little old me would like to ask...... For a headcanon or scenario of a yandere L from Death Note??? No pressure, of course! Keep being amazing!!! ~☁️

He is my favorite character in that whole show! I would love to write for him--thank you for suggesting; I honestly wouldn't have thought to do that by myself ❤️

Thank you for reading and being sweet!

I suppose I should be listing the dark themes I include before the work, so I guess I will do that now

kidnap, obsession

Yandere L x Reader

It is nearly impossible to know what goes on inside the strange, black-haired man's head

Incredibly smart and observant, but retaining a childish craving for sweets and hatred of footwear

Perhaps he meets you as a detective trying to unravel the massive dilemma of Kira, or perhaps just a civilian with more observational abilities than is good for you

Whatever the situation, I think he would taken with you more so if you're able to reflect his witty and spontaneous intelligence to some degree

His methods might seem extreme to some, but he does what he must in order to unravel the truth

L does care about those on the force, though demonstrated more through his actions than his words

I think this is how would you know he has taken interest in you

Ryuzaki would indulge in his growing obsession with you by testing you

Your reactions, instincts, and problem-solving abilities fascinate him

Although it may seem unusual, kidnapping you may not be too far out of his realm of possibilities

Even if he doesn't, you will have to get used to being constantly surveyed by him

That is, if you are even aware of it

Watching you is a source of light entertainment to him, like watching junk televison

L wouldn't intentionally be a creep, though that doesn't make his obsessive behavior any better

He feels he can be closer to you only by learning everything about you

For that reason, you might end up feeling like a lab rat

If he ends up kidnapping you, he will test your capabilities of escaping the confines he has set up for you

He knows you can't escape him, but it fascinates him to see you try, to see you improving and earning from your previous each attempts, to try to peer in on your thoughts...

You would only know how truly and terribly obsessed he is when he calmly and unpassionately explains to you his feelings

Or by the fact you are locked up

He is not someone who is keen on verbal or physical affection, but he likes holding you

Hearing your breathing and heartbeat make him feel at ease

L knows his feelings for you are illogical and morally unsavory, but he does not all that much care

Perhaps in the pursuit of justice, a few immoral actions can be overlooked along the way