#lawlight x reader

[dr4k0ns]

“azazel” light yagami 🐐

[anime-villian-irl]

"id let the world burn for you"

"I'd kill for you"

"id die for you"

"I'd sacrifice the world for you"

BORING!

Yawn snore snore. Honk shoo honk shoo.

I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.

The real question is.

Would you save the world for me?

Would you put aside your hatred for humanity and put my love for it Infront? Would you save the world because I love the world? Would you stop killing because I hate killing? Would you find a way to live because I want you alive?

Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.

You'd do the basics Shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?

Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?

Would you?

[btnclmrttn]

The Unconventional Affections of L (SFW)

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Silent staring. Bunch of it

Parallel play. Perfectly fine with being in the same room with you doing his own thing as you do yours. If his work is movable you might be surprised he quietly migrated into the room you were in alone and is working away.

Elsewise in shared activities or alike he is in close proximity. No further away than arms length. Just very close

Will find stray threads on your clothes to pull at, or a strand of hair, jewelry, piercings, scars, and lightly poke at them or run his finger around it. No eye contact necessary, just need to be nearby

Traces the features of your face repeatedly. Usually eye contact and silence or a conversation that has nothing to do with what he's doing

In private spaces where there's no observers he butts his head against you, once, and leaves himself still wherever he got you

Uncommon occasions he'll lay himself across your lap on his own terms but he's a little stiff about it initially. It's something he wants to do but doesn't quite get he's not supposed to be stiff

Likely wants his hair played with but sometimes he just takes your hand and studies it like he does your face

Not one to sleep at night normally, so sometimes he'll talk to you until you fall asleep. Just sitting next to you on the bed

[smth-intheway]

(Let me be freaky today) And weirdly those type of characters either have black or blue hair colour…

[dragonsoulage]

The sweetest treat of all...you

feat. L Lawliet

What better way could exist then to get himself focused again, then to have the sweetest treat of all to himself? His sweet maid that was devine in every way.

Hello together, in this short story you are a maid from L. And well idk for some reason I just really craved something like this xD so I hope you enjoy, this is btw my first kinda smutty thing I wrote so here we are ☠️ and I suck in proof reading lol.

MDNI

Warnings: It's smut, oral sex (f recieving), squirting, fingering

Wordcount: 2,2k

You never thought you would end up right here now when you were employed as a personal maid to the one and only L. You were indeed absolutely fitting, a good maid, kept everything clean, and you were just seen when necessary. You worked quickly and efficiently. Even when you weren't a part of the task force—that way, everyone adored you. It was nearly like you knew what everyone needed. Always doing your work with such determination and devotion. You always put up with L's quirks. Like serving everything he needed, you learned how he liked it. Leanred how he functioned. You never knew why, though, but you did what would help him to solve the case. Serving tea at the perfect temperature. Bringing the cake, he probably would like the most right in this moment. Although you sometimes even worried a little since he worked nonstop.

But oh little did you know a way to unwind would be him nose deep inside your cute pussy.

You were on the couch, his slender fingers grabbing your thighs, spread out for him. After all, you were his personal maid; you were there to fulfill his every need, right? You were already squirming, and your hands tugged gently on his fluffy raven hair as he shamelessly wiped his tongue over your pussy. "So sweet..." You heard him mumble before he drove right back in. And this went on...for like forever. You already had like your 3rd orgasm. But the detective had other plans. For some reason, he developed a liking for you. Indeed, he was really aware of that and tried to observe what was happening to him when he saw you. Or simply, when he got a whiff of your perfume because you stood next to him, he always turned his head to look at your adorable face.

Although it was so not for him to just get attached to someone, he got attached to you. You have done your job for a while now. Always so good and responsible. He never complained about you. He felt urges. He usually never felt at all. Like the feeling he wanted to taste you. Since men in his surroundings spoke about eating out pussy and how sweet it would taste. L liked sweet treats; they helped him to concentrate.

And you, for sure, were adorable. So right the moment when you had served some cake, L turned around to you. "I would like to have another treat. Something that would help stimulate my brain a little more." He said to you in his monotone voice, looking at you with his dark eyes crouched in his chair. You smiled before you went through the options—what would be the best now, but he interrupted you.

L wasn't the social butterfly, so instead of beating around the bush, he was straight forward. "No cake indeed, and no candy. I would like to have you." His thumb was on his lower lip as always when he was thinking. He tilted his head slightly, watching your reaction. You were frozen for a second and then simply blinked at him. "W-what do you mean?" You asked, and your cheeks flushed with that cute pink shade. He fell for you even when L was so composed. The detecitve cleared his throat then. You had been a lot on his mind lately, and he couldn't afford distractions—the only way to not be distracted would be when he finally would satisfy a certain craving. "Please tell me when this is uncomfortable. I am simply not used to ask for things like that. And I will be perfectly fine when you say no. So don't hesitate or be afraid...to even say no." It was cute in his little weird way. Wanting to have you comfortable even when he did not know at all how he should ask about the fact he wanted his tongue deep inside your pussy.

"I... am listening, so please go on." You said you wiped your hands on your apron. You tried to gain back composure. "When you let me, I would like to taste your pussy." He finally said to you.

And then... God, you didn't even remember how you ended up shaking on the couch. You agreed yes, but he already got 3 orgasms out of you; you were only able to remember your own name. Your cute maid dress was raised up to your waist. Panties pulled down somewhere on the ground. His tongue lapping at your hot slit. Savoring every drop and taste that he could get from your pussy. And you, well, you were the best sweet treat he ever had. Better than any chocolate cake could be. He crouched in front of you on the floor. Just holding your thighs open, that sometimes tried to close because you were so overstimulated. And these cute little noises—he loved to simply listen to you.

"L...I can't take more." You whined your eyes shut close when you felt his tongue flicking over your poor clit. Your pussy is just so responsive to his touches; all his attention is now laid on you. A rare thing for the detective. "But I barley got a taste...besides that." The pale man between your legs spoke muffled against your soaping wet folds. Before his dark eyes looked up, trying to see your expression. "You look gorgeous when you cum. When I wouldn't be needed in other things, I probably would eat you out all day." He told you, and you got him hooked. Your pussy is sweeter than honey; his own personal meal only he could enjoy. His sweet maid being spread out for him, with that heaven between your legs. When he knew pussy eating would be such a thing for him, he would have done that sooner. Your back arched off again when he nibbled on your clit, your hands tugging on his hair, and he groaned when you pulled his head closer—so much to the fact you said you couldn't take any more. Your juices were running down his chin, and his tongue was plunging deep, wiggling its way inside. God, every time you tried to close your thighs as if you wanted to crush his head between your legs. Although he wouldn't mind that at all. But he kept your thighs wide open for better acces.

"Fuck, going to cum again when you don't stop...L...I am shaking." You moaned, barley, able to breathe properly. Before he simply pulled you closer on your hips, sucking your clit between his now glossy lips. "So damn devine..." He murmured while watching how your lips shaped in a pretty 'oh' because of his ministrations. And then you came again, hard and shaking, but not quiet the result he wanted. He wanted you to let go, to simply gush out on his face, and to cum. Just so he could slurp up your sweet juices. His face slowly faded away from your folds, looking at them and how damn sloppy he ate you out.

Before he lifted his head and L's thumb, smearing the combined juices along your cunt, you shuddered. "You can give me more, right?" He asked, his voice laced with a desire you never thought you would hear. You were so overstimulated that you shook your head, although secretly you wanted him to keep going. He lifted an eyebrow, and his lips formed a smirk before he wiped your juices off with his sleeve. "No? But I read about the fact that women can be brought to multiple orgasms until they simply burst. Kinda want to put that theory to the test, pretty maid." Usually, L wasn't one for nicknames, but after seeing how it affected you in moaning louder, he knew what he needed to say.

Curiously, he looked down at your bare cunt again. "Are you really going to try to make me squirt?" You asked just looking at him with these cum drunken doe eyes. So pretty. Alone every time you quivered, when his thumb circled your clit in slow circles, it made you clench around nothing. You squirmed nearly as if you wanted to run away. His arm held you still. "When this means I get a good taste of you again, then yes, I want to make you squirt." L meant before his slender fingers touched along your slit. His fingers are kind of long; probably they would reach that point that would make you a sobbing, sweet mess. All this just to satisfy his cravings. "I never did that before; probably it isn't going to work either." You wanted to explain, in your little shy and cute way, why you couldn't. But your pussy was already pulsating and dripping with need. But then two fingers interrupted you when they entered. Your pretty pussy clenching around them.

He worked his tongue on you. Two digits stretched you deliciously. His long and slender fingers had you gasping. And He watched closley how you reacted. So eager and so focused to make you squirt just so he could get all the candied nectar for himself. "So about that special spot, sweet girl." He started giving your swollen clit a short kiss before his lips were replaced with his thumb, which drew out some pressure on your bud. "I still need to locate it; make you all the more sensetive." L told you, and he tilted his wrist a little, and then, oh, he crooked his fingers. Your eyes widen with shock and bliss, your jaw hanging open before you wanted to throw back your head. "Think I found it." You could listen to the satisfied hum in his voice. And it had you moaning even louder, your chest heaving. Your pussy is so sloppy and wet. Squelching all around his fingers. "Fuck...oh God, fuck." Was all you could say. You looked away simply because you were so shy and literally were cumming on the hand and mouth from the world's best detective.

Until you felt another hand on your face, your chin, he gently grabbed as he averted to him. Besides the fact that L was aroused himself; he wanted you to come undone; it would be turning him on more than he said out loud. L wanted your eyes on him because it was just so cute how shy your face flushed. "Eyes on me, little maid. It increases the level of arousal by about 90 percent." He told you, his own erection straining against his pants. Your droopy eyes tried to look at him; oh, you struggled so adorable. While his fingers were pumping inside you, stroking that gummy part of you that made you see stars as you whimpered.

L found himself quiet fond of the way your striking eyes looked at him, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving. Your plump lips parted. Before he lowered his head again, his tongue lapping out to flick over your poor swollen bud. His eyes still looking through his messy black hair watching you squirm and buck up your hips. You were so close, he could tell it. His movements with his fingers are simply growing to be more precise. So much so that you tried to take his hand from you, but he kept his fingers hooked inside your pussy. "It feels weird; I... am not going to last." You breathed out thighs shaking already, but he then sucked on your clit. "It's normal you feel that way. It is said that female orgasm can be quite powerful when stimulated in the right way. Just so much, you have the feeling you would burst." The usual so composed detective explains while still being busy with your pussy. "Come on, sweet maid, give me what I crave." L urged you, and oh, as on command, your orgasm rolled over you. Legs shaking and breath hitching. Your back arched off the couch. Your sweet juices gushing out slightly onto his face as he slurped up the syrupy juices from your cunt, indeed lapping up in every corner. You were devine, a treat he never would want to pass. His fingers allowed the pace to slow down before he slid them out. "Such a sweet girl." L murmured while he still kissed your spent pussy, still getting every last drop of you; nothing would go to waste. Finally, he had what he craved—the taste he yearned for so badly—this distraction was gone.

But as you watched him between your thighs, you weren't unaware of this immense bulge. Now L had another problem that would need to be satisfied by his cute maid. "Well, now it's your turn." You said and tilted your head. L caught a little off guard, as he was feeling the pulsing need in his loins. He sat there and analyzed you. But before he could say anything clever, you were a little faster. Maneuvered you two so you were now straddling his lap, grabbing his hands to lay them on your hips, when you started to ground slowly and sensually over his boner, still tugged away in his pants. "I heard that it increases the level of arousal by about 95 percent." You chuckled watching how he simply looked up at you, and there...a small whimper left his lips. "And 100 percent when I take your dick inside me." You were always a shy one, but right now, after you saw how greedy L was for your pussy, you got a moment of confidence. Wanting to make the analytical boy panting... 

[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

[mxnaluv]

Nurse - L Lawliet

Kinktober day 6 - Roleplaying

L Lawliet x GN!reader

Summary: After you went on a shopping spree with Misa, you found a cute nurse uniform and got the greatest idea...

Warnings: roleplaying, dressing up, L being L, mentions of food, mature content, strong language

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L was sitting on the couch his knees up to his chest like usual, eating a piece of cake when you came in with a nurse uniform on a hanger but with a twist. “L! Look at what I found while I was shopping today!” you exclaimed. You were Misa’s best friend so it wasn’t a surprise when the uniform had a goth twist to it.

“Is that a nurse uniform?” he spoke with a mouthful of cake, his wide eyes looking at you and the uniform. “That was not a good decision, what if Kira gave that to you? What if one of the employees were Kira and they sold that to you as part of their plan?”

You pouted, "Can you quit talking about that Kira person for a few minutes? I bought this so I could wear it for you!"

"For me?" he asked, suddenly interested. He put his cake down and leaned in closer. "Tell me everything," he said.

“Why don’t we do a roleplay? I’ll be the nurse and you’ll be the patient, it’ll be fun!” you spoke excitedly. 

L looked at you earnestly and asked, "Will it make you happy?" Your eyes lit up at the prospect of him fulfilling your wish, and you nodded without hesitation, "Yes! Of course! That would make me the happiest person alive."

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“L go faster!” you moaned out, your back to the couch as he fucked you. He let out a deep, throaty grunt as he quickened the pace, driving his hips faster and harder into you.

Your nurse uniform was in complete disarray as he thrust into you, his face contorting with each deep thrust. You couldn't help but lean in and kiss him as he gently pressed his lips to yours, his lips tasting sweet from the cake he was eating.

“Are you about to cum nurse?" L asked in between your sweet kisses. You nodded your head frantically while his free hand went to your sensitive spot and pleasured it. “MMh-” you moaned from the intense sensations.

L knew everything about you, from your personal tastes and habits to your most intimate secrets, even down to what makes you cum the hardest. He pulled away as he looked down at you getting fucked by his cock “You can do it now.” 

Without any hesitation you came all on his dick, your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath while you let out a final moan “Oh L”

[lighwt]

I really want to find Sarah. If you are Sarah, please reply.

[bloodykora]

cracks in your voice

I don't know what inspired me to make this but, I did. And it's about L. It's a short lil thing.

They/them pronouns and no use of y/n (completely ambiguous)

"The person you hired has been in their bathroom for a long time Ryuzaki, and you don't seem suspicious of it at all."

The pair sit, the chain linking the two together as their chairs only sit a few feet away from each other.

The security footage of the building on one of the side screens, everyone either returning home or to their rooms in the headquarters. Light had been flickering over the footage as L re-read a french file for the third time.

Ryuzaki's eyes don't move from the computer screen at Light's voice, still concerned about the task at hand.

"Yes, they do that. Often." Somehow the flat tone of the detective somehow surprised Light even after all the months he had known L.

"Often? And you aren't even concerned, I thought you said that Kira could very well be one of the people in the taskforce which is why you came after me and Misa. And here is a person on the team doing very suspicious actions and you don't even care!"

Finally the tired eyes peel from the computer to look at the killer beside him. Clearly already over the conversation at play.

"Light. Out of everyone I assumed you would be most grateful that I do not interrogate people about being in the bathroom, just how long does Misa hide in hers in the morning?"

"Yes but her door is usually cracked open or something! I just don't understand the bias you clearly have."

L sighs, too bummed to fight against the fog brain of Kira. He debates in his mind, wondering whether it would be worth it to save you from the embarrassment if Light said something about why you were in there or the rage of Light accusing you as a traitor.

"They are crying Light." His tone is softer, delicate as if you were in the room with the two. His gaze wondering up to the ceiling of the room, staring off into space. One of the few cracks in the facade of World's Greatest Detective.

"What?"

"They cry at least once a week in there, the first time I heard it I had decided to mute their mic and not ask from then on. I had an inkling it would happen tonight as well." He pauses in his speech, thinking of the warning signs you had shown.

The fast blinking eyes that had no gaze or attention behind them at the end of the day, the slight sniffling and thick swallows during lunch. A part of you would have regretted sitting with Ryuzaki during if you knew he was aware of your patterns.

"Now I would appreciate it if you did not bring this up with anyone else. Especially them, if I could I would even ask for you to forget we ever talked about it." His thumb reaches up to his lip, pressing to it as he returns his attention to the words on the screen in front of him.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Who tagged me in this again? Thanks @this-is-krikkit @sixpennydame and anyone I've missed!

How many works do you have on AO3? 18 works (Attack on Titan; Death Note; Bungou Stray Dogs)

What's your total AO3 word count? 142,451 words

Top 5 Stories by Kudos/likes 1. And Yet Another Note: The Yotsuba Kira Murder Cases (Death Note) L allowed the metal chain to swing ominously back and forth before his pale face.

"Rule One… the handcuffs do not come off."

Freed from memories of the Death Note, Light teams up with L to investigate Yotsuba. Cue strange antics, unexpected twists and an increasingly strained Light who's just desperate for vindication… 2. Never Enough (Attack on Titan) Levi had worked alongside Hange for a number of years. Her overbearing curiosity had not always complimented his more reserved demeanour. Over time, a couple of heated misunderstandings had led them to a point of mutual respect. From here, a close friendship had developed. Yet, in all those years he had never paid particular attention to her body. He had never imagined kissing her lips. Sure, he had given her a passing glance here or there - he was a guy, after all, and not some pious Wallist - but nothing so deliberate as fantasising over her in gratuitous detail.

Now things were different. Over the past few days Levi had struggled to suppress such distracting thoughts, not helped by Hange’s constant presence.

3. What It Would Really Be Like To Date L (Death Note) Many of us have daydreamed about a romantic encounter with the strangely loveable L… but would the reality match the fantasy? Who would be prepared to tolerate secret phone calls, frequent absences and the nagging suspicion that you're under surveillance…? 4. Bad Habit (Attack on Titan) This felt different to the last time they had been together… That had been a quick, messy, sweaty affair; half-dressed and leaning against a block of straw. Hange remembered the clumsy, desperate kisses; her hair still wet from the rain; her cold lips against Levi’s neck. There had been no time for self-consciousness, for they had only stolen a few precious moments together.

But this time, things were different. To begin with, Hange hadn’t been expecting company that night. (One Shot Sequel to Never Enough and part of a collab with @youre-ackermine). 5. One More Sun Attack on Titan: canon universe. This was their last night on the ship to Odiha, only they didn't know it then. Inspired by an incredible piece by @theysangastheyslew

Tagging: (so sorry if someone's already got you :'D) @quillsandblades @sunflowersunite @stardust948 @phantommaws @fanmoose12 @storiesofaot

[ya9amicide]

in light yagami smut fics…is ryuk just chilling there watching?? like wtf is he doing? i need clarification otherwise i just picture him sitting in the room watching with a smile on his face-

instead of eating popcorn he’s munchin on apples💀

[qupiikaaa]

HELP IM BEING CANCELED ON TIKTOK FOR A POST I MADE ABOUT L(DEATH NOTE)

[garden-bug]

Feel like it’s kinda given that you ship L x Light if you’re a death note fan but I never have.

At most I could accept that L had feelings for Light in a demiromantic/greysexual way. (Sorry I just looked these terms up hope they’re alright to use) Probably because Light’s whole thing was being evil and then gloating over L’s dead body but anyways. L however… he was like ‘ooh this guy’s smart there’s a 86.5% chance he will kill me but damn he’s smart.’ He probably wouldn’t have realised if he ever did have any feelings for Light tho ngl 😭

I wanna know if I’m alone but also other people’s take on the ship!

[btnclmrttn]

01. Blowjob (L Lawliet x Reader)

((CW: +18, oral [m.receiving], L's switchy but subs for this, nothing crazy freaky just sucking dick tbh))

(L has been having a difficult time keeping himself in check around you as of late. It hasn't gone unnoticed on your behalf. The curious questions, the rather close proximity, the "accidental" brushing against you that somehow remains consistent. You've decided to get back at L's pervert antics when everyone leaves the office for the day)

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“Are you…” L stops himself from asking his question. A stupid question. He can see exactly what’s going on.

L stares in absolute awe at the display in front of him. He watches you lower to your knees right in front of his desk, the glow from the screens barely illuminating your face.

"You're acting surprised?" you ask, "After what you've been doing the past few days with me?"

He blinks a few times as he stares down, registering the situation that's unfolding in front of him. Slowly and silently, he repositions himself to a somewhat normal sitting position, yet remains slouched still. You pull his chair closer to you, slide your hands up his thighs that spread apart on their own. Not a word of protest utters from his mouth as you're unbuttoning his pants. He watches you with interest, with a shade of red darkening his pale face, yet his attention keeps drifting between the cameras and your eyes.

You run your hand along the fabric over his half-hardened cock, taking it in your fingers and slowly stroking it, feeling it twitch under your touch. L swallows audibly, barely catching your gaze again while he watches the cameras. A tingling sensation begins taking over his whole body. The excitement of where this is heading is stealing more and more of his attention by the second.

"You’re d-distracting me, ____," he mumbles, though it doesn't sound anything like a complaint. His breathing is getting more ragged with each little teasing stroke of his growing length. One of his hands lowers to his thigh next to your free one while the other remains on the arm of the chair.

His focus breaks again when the fabric of his boxers is tugged away, exposing his hardened cock for you. You pull your hand back from his shaft to his inner thigh to instead use your tongue. A deeper sigh escapes L’s throat when you start to trace your lips against his veiny member. You leave a trail of light kisses before going in with flattened tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. The salty beads of his precum spread its flavor across your wet tongue, more so when you start kissing and sucking on his tip.

L continues to attempt to monitor the cameras, failing focus every now and then to catch your lidded gaze. He's enamoured with how you look under him in his dim lighting, with your pretty lips latched around the tip of his dick, teasing him. His hand on his thigh shifts, tracing your soft fingers gently before lacing them with his own.

You start to take in more of him. You fill your mouth with him almost greedily. L's back straightened a bit as he hissed through his teeth in a deep breath. The tip of his cock is now grazing the back of your throat, making you gag a bit, but not enough to make you take less. His full attention shifts to you, wide eyes locked on to yours while his face only gets brighter in color. L can't resist this display for the life of him anymore. He squeezes your hand tighter, while his other hand grips onto the arm of the chair. Your own free hand massages his inner thigh, the thumb lightly massaging his sack in circles through his boxers.

L's stomach trembles with his breathing when you draw back on his cock, making a pop sound. You spit what's in your mouth on the tip.

"You like this?" you ask, a smile creeping on your face when fully seeing his baffled look.

He takes in a shaky breath, "...Please keep going..."

The trembling hand that held your own shifts closer. The tips of his fingers barely graze your hair, tracing along it to your cheek before wrapping around the back of your head with a guidance back down. It encourages a slightly quicker rhythm. Your now free hand wraps around the base of his cock and takes on its own rhythm, your wrist loosely twisting it up and down.

L's head tips back as he gasps under his breath. He shuts his eyes to further drown himself in this pleasure. The occasional smacking sound of wet skin when his tip pops from your mouth mixed with your moaning hypnotizes him. His legs start shaking just a bit more. You catch a glance of his whitening knuckles on the arm of the chair, but the hand on your head remains rather gentle.

"Jus-just a little faster, please..."

You keep your motion, sucking and licking his tip while you pump his cock, but pick up your motion with your hand a bit. You hear your name between L's shaky gasping repeatedly. His hand slides to the top of your head and pushes you down with more urgency.

"O–oh, god-" he whimpers,"I think I'm–mmmh–"

Despite the aching jaw, you push through to follow the encouraged pace. You keep your lips tight around his cock and pump even faster letting his cock ram the back of your throat.

The hand that was gripping the armrest flies up to his mouth to muffle his moans, the other hand shoving your head down and stuffing your throat with his length, making you gag again. The salty taste of his hot seed floods your throat in pulsing loads. It washes across your tongue and back as you continue choking down his dick. What you miss swallowing runs down your bottom lip and chin. You hold his shaking legs as steady as you can while you let him finish out his load in your mouth.

L takes a minute to catch his breath, still moaning a little as you lick up the rest of his cum off his dick. You feel his hand shift from the back of your head around to your cheek. As he looks down at you with heavy eyes, his thumb smears the trail of cum down your chin away.

“You have...surprised me, ____ ….Let me return the favor.”

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(all knowledge of head went out the window as I wrote this stg lmaooo 😭😭😭)

[aisaroxo]

MY FIRST SMUT EVER I LOVE THEM

[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."