#lawliet imagine

[loveemii]

If it's okay can I please ask for a part 2

hello! yeah ofc it’s ok! ^_^

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Teasing Kianna L parted her lips with his thumb as he gently tug on her bottom lip. He began to lick the inside of her lips before suffocating her into a deep and desirable kiss.

She was stunned and completely surprised when he licked her lips, but melted in list and desire when he kissed her. “L-“ Kianna spoke in a breathy whisper, “Yes?” He questioned as his eyes locked down on hers.

“I need you.”

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L groaned as he rubbed his tip over Kianna’s clit. Her flushed face turned him on even more, he pushed his tip inside a few times before putting his whole length in. He had a good girth too, it made Kianna want nothing more than him. All of him. Exactly how he wanted all of her, every single bit of her.

“Kianna, don’t look at me that way. Like I’m going to murder you.” L spoke in a different tone that his usual nonchalant, he was breathing different; like he just killed someone.

He wanted to, he wanted to pound Light to death. But in this moment all L could think about was how gorgeous his soon to be girlfriend looked naked underneath him.

Her head resting on the bottom edge of the sofa, pushed up and down repeatedly whilst L fucked her at a good pace; going faster then slow all while she rubbed her clit and moaned pretty loud, L didn’t tell her to keep quiet. In fact he wanted Light to come and see what all the noise was; to L’s surprise he did.

The door handle clicked opened and Light walked through the door in shock. “Ryuzaki- what the hell is going on!?” Light somewhat shouted as he closed the door behind him quickly.

“Look, I’m fucking Kianna; she’ll scream my name instead of yours. Tell me, h-how do you feel about that Light?” L had a desirable and sinister grin plastered over his lips, Kianna didn’t care that Light was watching, she just wanted L.

“L- f-fuck~” Her flushed face as she shut her eyes tightly turned Light on, L saw the bulge in his pants and chuckled, “Like what you see? Watch this.” L said as he pounded his cock into Kianna harder and faster.

Kianna grabbed onto L’s arm as she moaned even louder while rubbing her clit faster. L pulled out and began to stroke his cock while he sucked and nibbled over Kianna’s clit. Light couldn’t help but blush, there was another knock on the door. L looked up at Light who was still watching in amaze.

“Go get the door.” L ordered, Light snapped out of his daze and did what L wanted. Light opened the door where the person could only see his face. “Dad?“ Light spoke, “What is going on in there!? I can hear moans and what not!” Soichiro Yagami scolded, Light looked over at L who began to thrust his penis into Kianna’s wet pussy again.

“L is just watching a porn, he wanted to learn about peoples minds when they see something of the sort.” Light lied, he was such a good liar.

“A porn!? At this hour!? Tell him to lower it down.” Soichiro scolded firmly, Light nodded his head as he shit the door and locked it.

“Wow Light, I wasn’t expecting you to lie like that. I actually wanted him to watch too.” L spoke breathlessly, Light wanted to stroke his cock so bad but stopped himself.

“You know if I ever saw you fucking her as good as this, I’d kill you. Because she, Kianna-is all”

L grunted as he was about to cum inside of her, Kianna was whining as she squirted all over L’s hard cock.

“mine.”

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i hoped you enjoyed this part 2!

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

i know this isn’t a request, but i’m just letting you know your master list links are messed up😵‍💫 in control, when clicking on a link it sends me to your levi fic

Thank you for bringing it to my attention! That’s so weird! Ill re link everything again, but it’s so interesting how an older chapter in control is linking up to my new chapter I just posted… hm hm THANK YOU AGAIN

[anushkab2711]

I want a fanfiction made out of this , i had this idea for so long in my draft . I think I'm never gonna make it , so have this instead :

The prince who came to save his prince . I want L to be the protagonist here .So I got this inspiration from "kiss him not me" anime 'who said a prince will come to save his princess, why not a Prince at heart came to save his beloved Prince' .So in this historical periodic thriller, I have just changed the death note to a historical Prince au , where Light Yagami is a well known Prince and has a lot of reputation in his kingdom and he'll succeed his father's throne when he turns twenty two . And then there's a series of mysterious deaths in the kingdom of big big names non stop all of the causes of deaths are heart attack (we already know what happens) . Then L lawliet the public name L is summoned by the king . He's the only super intelligent detective in all seven of the continents, (okay its going a bit unrealistic,) to search and solve the mystery which has caused a series chaos , fear , and threat to the people and the kingdom , the people named the fear kira , they thought someone has descended from heaven to punish people .and obviously if the king and the Prince are dead the kingdom will no longer be there . When L arrives at the kingdom Light isn't there , he didn't knew about this but he went on an expentidition to under stand the kingdom better and to gain experience for the sake of ruling this kingdom , or as just the people of the palace know this , but actually he's roaming around and killing corrupted people in his kingdom to make it the purest place of all times for his future reign .when he returns , he is shocked and trembled from inside , but at least he finds a good rivalry , rather than being bored by his luxury life . And the killing continues . But here I wanna focus more on those two . There's a series of really tough conversations and later on more personal ones I want to imagine . And as the days pass by they become more and more close , took likings to each others personality . They can both feel their heart ache at some point to tell each other how much they love them . L had uncovered the painful truth by himself , but he kept it to himself for the sake of his untold lover , he wants to save him , he wants to save his prince from this psychopathic self he had , he wants to spend more days like this , with him , maybe until his very life ends . On the other end light wants to kill him , his heart aches from the very thought of it . He is his rival , how can he love him and hate him at the same time . He wants to stay the things as they are . He wants to be together with him but circumstances do not bring them together . He wants to spend his days together in a castle away from the world with his prince . Kira wants to kill him , he's in the way . LIght wants to love him, give him a bone crushing hug and freeze the moments he spent with lawliet . L wants to punish the culprit bring out the truth to everyone . But lawliet wants to save his beloved Prince from the disastrous self he had become . They both want to protect something , save something, love something . Yet they can't. The world expects a different thing from them .

Me after proofreading:

(being proud and shocked , confused about what I should feel) Oh ...shit ... what the hell did I just write .

[hay-bails]

there are monsters nearby

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[l--changetheworld]

[rinneroraito]

I like to think of what L would do when he starts being curious about you.

It starts with small gestures, like him handing you your cup of tea or a plate of his sweets. He'll make mental notes of which desserts you like or what kind of tea you prefer, making sure to get you what you're craving next time.

Like, he'll maybe pull on the stray strands of your hair and stare. Oh, the endless stares as he presses his thumb against his lips, like he's trying to remember every detail of you, every freckle and crease on your face, every different wrinkle it makes for each corresponding emotion.

Or whenever you're out of view (late to meetings, not within the building, gone in the room for too long) he'll wonder where you are, asking around "Have you seen Y/N?" Then you come around and you can see his face brighten ever so slightly when you approach him.

And he'll start to prefer perching on the sofa over his singular occupant couch from then on, because he wants to be next to you. He does not know why yet, but being next you is pleasant, that he's sure of.

[yanderenightmare]

L "Lawliet"

rewatched Death Note and just couldn't resist...

TW: strict schooling ig, orphan reader, creepy behavior

gn reader

You were placed in Wammy’s House at an age you don’t remember. To you and most of the orphans here, it’s been your entire lives. Birthdays aren’t celebrated. The days are cold, the residents even colder. There was a time when you’d consider them brothers and sisters, but that’s also long ago now. No one is close to each other in this house.

It’s a rather stale existence with boring conditions unfit for normal children – the solitude, the competition, the games, always a ploy to make each other feel worthless. And for what… more riddles to solve?

You’d long lost interest in proving yourself among the prodigies. When you were given puzzles, you always played with them differently than the rest. They’d tell you to fill out the sheets, and you ended up making origami swans instead.

Looking around at the others, you knew you would never understand them – all blank faces staring into space. They all make you uneasy. You don’t know if it’s you or them that’s missing something, but you recognize it’s a rather pointless question to be begged. 

So you leave your paper flock on the floor and walk away.

You’d started putting the chisel of a black marker to the library books in your spare time – trying to make something else out of the boring pages. Something more palatable than the droning of law and policy you’d already read ten times over.

You had blacked out the word doppelganger when there came a disturbance.

“You had 84% of them right.”

You peeked up from the book, lowering your knees from where you had them tucked close for privacy – sitting on the floor between two bookshelves – a little nook you’d discovered to hide yourself from the rest of the busy readers in the usually crowded library.

It was empty now. Everyone was otherwise busy with the test still.

And yet, a mess of black hair was crouched down in front of you, shadowing his equally dark eyes. He held your swans unfolded in his hands. It was a disturbing sight for some reason – as though he’d dissected their guts. 

“You left 16% unanswered. Most people would test their luck and guess.”

L must have been the least creative alias born in the dull walls of Wammy’s House, and yet, he’s supposed to be the brightest of all those living there. He always finishes your tests early and leaves in favor of his own devices. Much like you, you suppose. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak before.

Suppose it’s only courtesy you pay him the same effort even when what you really want is to tell him to leave you alone…

You narrowed your eyes a bit, looking at him.

You sensed foul play in a game you had no wish to partake in but moved across the board like a sacrificial pawn anyway. That’s how you play these things, after all – never show your cards.

“There’s nothing to guess.” You sigh – despite knowing he already knows all this. “The blanks are trick questions.”

“So you noticed, too?” His eyes are like inkblots – much like those spills you’ve made in your book when you let the marker rest too long. He dropped your papers between you in favor of gripping his knees, leaning forward. “We’re the only ones.”

You purse your lips at his eagerness. You should have played dumb from the start – should have said you swiped the answer sheet from the headmaster’s office. He’d only spoken all but four sentences, and you were already exhausted. Any conversation with any one of your peers was like an interrogation.

“You started folding paper cranes when I was 94% done. Easy logistics would put you 6% ahead of me. But, unlike me, it didn’t seem you were filling out the answer sheets in any hurry. In fact… you seemed bored. And in that case, I’d put you around 16%, no... 18% ahead of me.”

You allowed the following silence to inform him that his ramblings were boring you. But it didn't seem he took the hint – showing no signs he planned on leaving.

Your eyes grew more jaded.

“Paper swans.” You corrected blandly. “You know my alias is Swan.”

You clapped your book together and sighed again.

“And we both know you were finished long before I started folding them.” 

He had a small smile on his face. It looked as if you’d drawn it on with your marker.

“You can state all the percentages in the world to try and confuse me, but your mind games won’t get under my skin for one single simple reason, L…” You got up and brushed off the dust, then walked away while saying, “I’m not interested in playing – not with you or anyone else in this miserable place. So do me a favor and leave me alone.”

L watches you leave and taps his lips with his pointer.

Puzzles and answer sheets have bored him for a while. Maybe he ought to play with you instead…

[caramelarchive]

okay but rubbing noses with L. hhh.

just him walking up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning forward to brush his somewhat pointy nose against your softer one.

you can smell his breath, the scent of cake and coffee and strawberries. he can smell yours, too, and he wouldn't care at all if it smelt like tuna or if it smelt like rainbows because when your lips part you're so beautiful. he just wants to kiss you.

but kissing doesn't feel as intimate as this.

so his nose stays there, against yours, and the greatest detective in the world is standing here with you as the sun sets outside the windows, breathing on you and soaking in your light and warmth as he stares into your wonderful eyes.

and then as quickly as he came,

he's gone,

the scent of vanilla frosting lingering where he stood.

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[loveemii]

ミ★ 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳 ★彡

★☆𝑳 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎☆★

(listen to TV or i love you by Billie Eillish for best experience)

Warning: It’s a little sad

You were in you’re hotel room, the one L had hidden away from the task force members. It was around 3 am when L walked in, he seemed a little sad. He always gave off a semi depressed vibe. And his aura was dark blue most of the time which meant he was feeling some sort of sadness or grief.

He walked in the room and saw you reading with you’re headphones in, you didn’t hear the door open due to you’re music covering that sound of the door creaking. Suddenly the light in the room shuts off and it made you look up and around the room. At the light switch you’re eyes were fixated on the standing figure against the wall. It was L. You’re boyfriend.

You turned off your headphones and put them and the book down on the bed where you were sitting last. As you walked up to him to greet him he just look at you in the eyes. He was admiring them, even though it was a little dark in the room.

He grabbed you’re hand and walked you to the big window that was in the living room. He open the blinds and look at your face, it revealed some moonlight to appear in line on your face. As the hotel room had blinds and not curtains. He sat down and you followed.

“Everything ok L?”

“The moon looks pretty tonight.”

You knew what that meant. He said I love you. That’s what it means. You felt your heart beat faster and you didn’t have control over your emotions, after a minute of slice you gathers yourself and began to speak once more.

“The moon is pretty tonight.”

“Can you hold me Y/n? I want you to hold me on your arms.”

“Mhm, come here.”

You said as you opens your arms for him to slid through. He rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes for a while. You looked through the blinds to watch the moon and the stars pass by. L spoke once again.

“Y/n, recently I have been feeling depressed.”

You’re face frowned at first hearing those words.

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s the case, it’s very difficult and I feel stuck in a circle. I can’t seem to get any lead on Light. It’s like he already covers his tracks.”

You brushed your hand through his soft raven hair. He sighed into your shoulder.

“I have noticed for a while you have been feeling a certain way. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t feel like I could put that weight on you.”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

A single wet tear dropped on you’re shirt. You look over you’re shoulder and saw him burying his face into you’re arm. He hugged you tightly and you rubbed his back. While giving home reassurance that you have him and that it will all be ok soon enough. You gently grab his chin and lift it up to meet your face. You whipped away his tears and kissed his forehead.

“Y/n? Can we lay down?”

“Sure, come on.”

You said as you slowly got up with him. He curled up into the bedsheets and you hugged him from behind. He started to hum with a tired tone in his voice. It was a little shaky as he was crying earlier. You kissed his arm and adjusted your position. The moonlight was still hitting you both was you payed there. For a couple minutes you payed there listening to him hum.

It’s one thing you noted about him, when he feels stressed, sad, uncertain, or lost he hums. You guessed it was his way of calming down. And being with you seems to make it a lot better. He can cry when he is around you, and he can express himself more than he does with anyone else. You took note of these things because it is very important to you that he is alright. Safe, healthy, happy, and alive. You know this Kira investigation is deadly but important to him, so you never tried to stop him from his passions.

Soon enough you both fell asleep in the same position. His cheeks were stained with his previous tears as you were holding him in your arms.

[jichanxo]

okay i know they went to university basically never because plot, but i'm forever amused by the idea of strangers seeing these two together and being baffled/wildly wrong about them

[shalotttower]

A Natural Benefit

Title: A Natural Benefit

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female)

Summary: L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

Word count: 2100+

Notes: yandere!L, kidnapped Reader, dub-con kissing, manipulation, captivity, L and Reader were together at Wammy's House

"Would you indulge me?"

Your eyes dart up from the page to his face. L looks at you like he always does ─ an intent yet oddly distant stare that used to make goosebumps appear on your arms. Nowadays you're somewhat re-accustomed to his mannerisms. He doesn't blink much, tends to stand behind your back whenever possible, likes to play with his food and enjoys invading your personal space far too much to be deemed socially acceptable.

His habits are strange but harmless.

"No," you say, just to be contrary.

L is fond of making things sound simple, and then — snap! — the trap is shut, and you find yourself doing a completely different activity than initially expected.

"I want to kiss you."

"N-" You blink and lower your book down, not bothering to mark it. "What?"

"Kissing is an act of physical intimacy between individuals," he says like it's an obvious fact and you're merely slow on the uptake. L's expression doesn't change, neutral despite this being anything but a normal conversation starter even by your standards ─ admittedly low.

"Thank you for enlightening me about the definition," you lean back against the cushions, "still no."

"Why not?" He asks after a momentary pause.

"Because I don't want to."

A simple answer to a weird request. You try to resume reading, but there're other things currently occupying your brain ─ namely the attempts to understand what prompted such inquiry.

L never asked for physical contact before; platonic or otherwise. Sure he tried to entice you into spending time with him through bargain and manipulation, and you pretended to be oblivious enough to earn an Oscar for your acting skills. However, there never was any talk of kissing involved. Any kind of touching, actually.

He hums. "Would you like me to explain my reasons?"

Sometimes you think that the sole cause of L's existence is just so he could annoy people for kicks. His questions are always peculiar, and you've learned that every single one of them is designed to lead towards some specific conclusion, preferably the one he wants. You have a feeling that if you say 'yes', L will proceed to list a hundred points about why kissing is good. And then another hundred why kissing him specifically is beneficial.

"No."

He looks at you. You look at him and raise the book higher.

"Indulging me would benefit both of us," L says, undeterred. "You're very curious by nature and I find it quite fascinating that you're able to deny your curiosity in this particular case."

Has a more obvious bait ever existed anywhere in human history? Probably not, and you'll bet your entire life savings on it too.

"I'm not curious," you lie, "now leave me alone. I want to read."

He leans forward. "You haven't focused on the book since I asked my question."

Smartass. You purse your lips and pretend that the characters are suddenly so interesting, that it's hard to look away from the intricacies of the plot unfolding inside this fictional world. At least things there make sense; no need to figure out the hidden meanings behind other people's words, because they are mostly transparent when there's a whole paragraph dedicated to the protagonist's feelings.

He reminds you of those spider-like creatures from documentaries ─ their actions seem random at first glance, yet upon further scrutiny prove to be anything but. Instead, they're meticulously crafted and executed to obtain maximum results.

L studies you for a little while longer, and eventually pads towards the kitchenette. The kettle whistles soon after as he makes himself tea; mint flavored, judging by the aroma wafting through the air.

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You should have known that he won't give up ─ L is just as persistent as you are stubborn. If anything, you've set a challenge before him, and he tends to fixate on those until they are solved: a fact well-known and accepted among those who ever had a (dis)pleasure of interacting with him.

He doesn't outright ask you again, not the next day or the one after that. No. Accidentally, the only type of movies you're able to watch now are rom-coms or dramas with lots of kissing scenes sprinkled here and there between the banter bordering on cringe; sweet confessions spoken over candlelit dinners; passionate declarations whispered during sunsets... Clichés, amore, and kisses galore.

"I'm not sure this is the best movie for the evening," you say, as the screen flickers with images of two leads gazing into each other's eyes like they found the answers to every single question asked.

"The reviews are quite positive," L replies, munching on caramel popcorn.

"Reviews can be faked. And the trailer was misleading. I thought it was going to be an action movie."

"It is an action movie. The genres are listed right there," he points at the screen, and the words 'romance and action' stare back at you.

You frown and settle deeper into the couch cushions. It's uncomfortable ─ watching romantic scenes with L in the same room. His presence doesn't feel oppressive or demanding, yet you can't shake off the squirmy, twisty feeling. The kind when you enter an elevator with someone else and get slightly agitated for no reason. And so you try to slow down your breathing, but it only makes things worse. Your heart beats faster, palms start sweating and the hypothetical elevator stranger inevitably thinks that you're weird.

L isn't an elevator stranger. He's the owner of the elevator, and the entire building, and the city.

"He's going to die in the next ten minutes," you mutter.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will."

L hums. "Want a bet?"

Your eyes narrow.

"If he survives past the fifteen minute mark," L says slowly, "you indulge me."

"And if he doesn't?"

"I leave you alone for two days."

There's no hesitation on his side. None whatsoever, which proves suspicious immediately ─ L never offers something unless certain about the outcome beforehand, whether by logical deduction or calculated gamble. Probability factors run inside his brain instead of blood cells and grey matter, calculating risk vs return ratio quicker than any computer ever could.

You glance at the screen. It's a simple plot. There were a twist or two earlier, sure, but overall nothing extraordinary that would require hours upon hours of critical thinking to unravel.

A man, a woman. A handsome villain who wants them dead, for various reasons. They run and fight, shoot guns, dodge punches, and kiss between those because apparently there's time for romance even when a life is on the line.

It's a very simple plot; and two days are a lot to pretend that L doesn't exist. That you got rich enough to buy this kind of apartment.

"The speakers?"

"Switched off."

"The cameras?"

"Those will stay."

Of course, they will. You wouldn't expect anything less ─ privacy issues are non-existent here in more ways than one.

L isn't always a presence. Sometimes he leaves and you're alone with nothing but books and TV to pass time, but two days sound wonderful regardless. There's something in empty spaces that's enticing, even if they're temporary. L, for all his peculiarities, isn't too bad of a company. He's quiet, and often busy with his own matters. But he also has this way of looking at you that is unnerving. Like you're interesting. Or important. Or simply fascinating.

Sometimes he wants to talk, he wants to listen, he wants to ask questions and give answers until everything blurs into an amalgamation of words. It's exhausting.

Two days sound good. His hand is dry and slender. You grasp it and shake it once.

"I'll start the timer now," L says after your hands separate.

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Twelve minutes.

Three more and he's dead.

You wish that he'd just kick the bucket already, so you could spend the next forty eight hours in pure, undiluted bliss.

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The male lead dies after seventeen minutes.

When the credits roll over, the apartment is silent except for the soft buzzing of electronics. You look at the screen, stubbornly, because you don't want to look at him, the owner of the elevator, and the building, and the city.

"It was close," he comments, as if trying to comfort you, which makes it even more of a sore spot.

That’s what L thrives on ─ technicalities, loopholes, small and seemingly insignificant details which are easily overlooked, yet make a great difference. You're not sure if you're annoyed, or disappointed. And what’s more important ─ at whom.

You have known for years that L tends to get his way eventually whenever there's something specific caught up in that head of his; a fixation which refuses to leave until satisfied, and sometimes even after. Snap. You can get up and head out of the living room, you know you can. Will you though is another question entirely.

L isn't a typical captor ─ he doesn't demand or force you into things. He simply presents a possibility and waits. Not aggressive or domineering, not sadistic. But oh he is a PhD of holding a grudge. Leaving now probably means waking up tomorrow and finding that every single disk has vanished without a trace, along with the bookshelves being switched for some obscure scientific texts on chemistry, physics and other things that require an advanced degree to fully understand.

Because someone decided that you don’t deserve entertainment anymore. Because someone is petty enough to deprive you of basic mental stimuli, and is stubborn enough to hold onto that decision even when reasoned with. Unsuccessfully.

It's a talent really, this particular brand of making your life miserable in many small ways, so they accumulate into something greater over time until you feel like the walls are closing in slowly but surely.

You can't back out, even though no one openly stops you from doing so. And L knows that. And he knows that you know. His lips twitch and curl upward before flattening again into neutral territory.

There's a theory that if you pull a band-aid fast enough, it won't hurt as much. The credibility behind it is questionable.

You exhale and meet L's gaze ─ his posture hasn't changed from the beginning to the end of the film, knees tucked to his chest, eyes two dark pools that stare without blinking. His fingers drum a steady rhythm, and that's probably the only sign that gives it away.

Anticipation.

"Fine," you say finally.

His mouth opens before closing back again. L doesn't move a bit.

He wants you to do it, you realize. Wants you to initiate instead of just allowing it. What an ass.

You squish his cheeks between your palms until his lips pucker outwards. L makes a soft noise of surprise but doesn't try to fight back.

Black lashes cast a shadow across his skin. There's no perfume or cologne, no distinct smell ─ he uses plain soap and shampoo which don't have a discernible aroma.

"I believe I was promised an indulgence," L says, voice muffled a bit by your hands on his face.

He looks like a fish this way. A silly, ridiculous image that would make you snort if not for the situation at hand.

Band-aids and ripping them off.

You sigh, lean forward, and press your mouth to his.

He tastes like caramel popcorn.

Mint tea.

Indulgence.

The angle is awkward, and L doesn't move an inch to accommodate the position. He stays still like a block of solid rock, not a single muscle twitches, and doesn't even attempt to reciprocate. You have half a mind to think that maybe he's mocking you, but then his fingers lightly curl on the fabric of his jeans. L's eyelids flutter half-closed when your noses bump, then open again right after. Another oddity added to the pile.

It lasts no longer than ten seconds before you pull away. L blinks. Touches his lower lip with the tip of a finger and rubs it like searching for traces left by the contact.

"You were promised an indulgence," you remind him, trying to sound calm, collected, but your ears and neck feel hot, "not a make-out session."

Technicalities and loopholes.

L has that look you can't quite pinpoint yet know far too well. You've seen it many times before. When he thinks about something but keeps it to himself for now.

"You look more lively," he remarks eventually. "Healthy complexion suits you."

You don't need to hear what he says next, because the words already ring through your head.

"I told you it would benefit us both."

[married-to-google-translater]

HIYAHIYA HIII!! May I request L Lawliet and Mellow headcanons⁉️⁉️😆💗 really just for being a relationship! (Separately please by the way) if you don’t do two characters at a time then just Mellow please!

OK CYAAA HAVE A LOVELY DAYAAYAYYYY💖💗💖💗💗💕

Mello

Mello would come into your life suddenly and almost out of nowhere.

However, you got along really well with each other and your relationship started quickly.

This would probably be Mello's first relationship.

A relationship with you would do wonders for his inferiority complex.

For once he would have something that N doesn't have.

Mello would really love you and not hide his feelings.

You would be really important to him.

Mello is a guy who shows his love in actions more than in words.

He could easily become hot-tempered if Mello perceived someone as a threat.

Mello would be a bit overprotective of you.

He wouldn't be stupid...

Mello knows he's putting you in danger by dating you.

However, he can't stay away from you.

You are one of the few who see Mello's softer side.

He should hold you and share chocolate with you.

Tenderness would be a new thing for Mello.

However, he would try for you.

L Lawliet

You and L would meet before he became the best detective in the world.

It was a sweet crush at first.

Pretty normal relationship.

You went on a lot of dates in different cafes.

Your relationship would change when L became the world's best detective.

L would like to protect you.

A lot of people would want to hurt him in some way and they would stop at nothing.

L would share all the sweets with you.

However, maybe not as much sugar for you as for him.

L's sleep rhythm would be really bad and only you could change it XD

You should also make sure that he remembers to eat properly.

L wouldn't be the best to take care of himself.

L would usually be able to concentrate better in your presence.

Sometimes L would also ask your opinion on his work matters.

It would help him more than you know.

[bazpango]

Inspired by one of you previous arts, do you think L and Light both bite each other’s lips, or does Light only bite L’s?

Anon, this question really made me think. So much so I had to put pen to paper. And I think I’ve decided that in classic lawlight fashion they both are biters, but their executions are where the similarities end.

[lovecraftiancicada]

[cat3ch1sm]

This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? 😭 (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)

🐸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33

nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader

how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys

matt

~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.

~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"

~ "don't you mean daddy?"

~ "you are the worst."

mello

~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.

near

~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.

ryuzaki

~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.