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You write L so wonderfully and so in character. I had a request if they’re still open: Could I request Reader (any gender) giving L his first kiss, teaching him how to kiss in the process, and L discovering that he really enjoys the sensation of kissing? I headcanon L as so mentally devoted to his work that his physical form has kind of taken a backseat, and so something like a kiss or touch from the right person can ignite in him a new understanding of himself. Thanks for reading! 💖

So, I was gonna answer this later because I have a truly astounding amount of homework to get done, but how could I keep you waiting? Anyways, I tried my best to adhere to your request, and I'm so sorry if it's disappointing, I've never really done this before. Please let me know if you want anything else written or rewritten, or literally anything. Your wish is my command. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! I am trying to write him as realistically as possible because I saw too much ooc L, and so I'm doing my best.

“Cake?” You asked, setting it down in front of him gently so as to not disturb his setup. 

“Thank you.” He responded. His eyes never left the screen as he picked up the fork and began to eat. 

He had arrived at your apartment last night and in typical L fashion, had given you little notice before knocking on your door with a briefcase of files and papers. He had turned your living room into a crime scene, and as far as you knew, hadn’t slept a wink since he had gotten here. 

You didn’t want to ask him any questions or bother him, despite how incredibly curious you were, but you did want to be sure he wasn’t wasting away under your watch. If that meant feeding him desserts every hour to ensure that something was being consumed, then so be it.

“Cake for dinner,” You said softly to the air, shaking your head as you served yourself a slice. “I’m living my childhood dreams.”

Taking a seat next to L, you very carefully pulled a blanket up to your lap. You watched him cautiously, worried that your movements might distract him.

“You are not bothering me.” He said abruptly. 

You froze “Are you sure? I can just go to my room if - “

“No, I quite enjoy your presence.” He turned to you. “And if anything, I should be the one worried about bothering you. I have completely taken over your living room with my research.”

In furious denial, you responded, “No not at all! I love having papers about - “ You pick up a paper and skim the first sentence. “ - mass murders…on my couch…”

L let out a soft chuckle, to which you gave him a smile in return. “I should be thankful that you have not yet tired of my existence.”

“How could I ever? You’re my best customer.” You gestured to the state of your messy kitchen - a result of all the baking and cooking you had done for him since he had arrived. 

He responded with a little laugh, and turned back to his screen. You admired how much he devoted himself to his work, however it worried you nonstop to see how it ate away at him, both mentally and physically. 

You didn’t pretend to understand what he did. As far as you could tell, he was a spy or detective of sorts. He never confirmed or denied your guesses, but there were certain aspects of his routine that allowed you to infer what you could.

What you were sure of, however, was that the only time he was ever able to properly relax was when he was around you. Which only made it that much more saddening that he was so immersed in his research at this moment in time.

But you said nothing. It was never your place to interfere or say anything. That was how the two of you worked.

You picked up your book from the table in front of you and began to read. It was nice, being near him and the two of you being allowed to do your respective things. In fact, the book you were reading was one he had suggested for you after you told him it had been a while since you found a good book.

So far, you were quite happy with the recommendation.

After a couple of hours of just being next to each other and occasionally exchanging words, you began to doze off. The book slipped out of your hands and your head dropped onto L’s shoulder.

For the first time in hours, he was completely taken out of his work mindset. The weight of your body slumped against his was so warm. He knew it probably would be best to let you sleep, but how was he meant to get any work done if you were right against him?

Lucky for him, you started to stir, yawning as you awoke from your brief nap. “You’re here?”

“I’ve been here since yesterday.” He replied quietly.

You quickly noticed how much of his personal space you had accidentally invaded and shot straight up. “Shit, I didn’t mean to - “

L reached over and took your hand. It was a bit of an awkward grab, but you understood he meant it to be comforting. “You do not bother me.” His words were firm. 

“Right,” You breathed out, unknowingly lacing your fingers with his. “I forgot.”

“You also seemed to forget that I was here,” He noted. “You were surprised.”

Your cheeks heated up at his observation. “I think…I’m not used to you being so present next to me. It was a bit shocking to wake up practically sleeping on you.”

He was silent for a moment, and then, “Elaborate. On the part about me being present.”

“It’s not a matter of you being physically absent, but I mean you’re always so absorbed in your work that it’s like you forget I’m here or even where and who you are. Mentally, you are on another planet almost ninety percent of the time.” You explain, embarrassed. 

This seemed to bother him. You noticed the way his grip on your hand loosened and his shoulders deflated even more. 

“I never meant to make you feel that way.”

Your heart broke at how defeated he sounded. “Not at all! I just want you to be aware that you’re allowed to relax around me. You’re under no obligations here.”

He nodded. “Then you should also know that I don’t mind you being close to me.” He looked down at where your hands were still intertwined. “I’ve come to enjoy being in contact with you.”

You laughed lightly, relieved. “Thank goodness. I could kiss you right now, you know?”

“You could.” He confirmed quickly. “It would certainly be an experience I’ve never had before.”

To that, your laughter stops. “Never? You’ve never been kissed before?”

“I think I, of all people, would know if I had been.” He said dryly. 

“Would you want me to kiss you?” You asked him, your words hushed and curious. 

He pondered it for a moment. “I would want you to, of course. I have no expectations on whether or not I will enjoy it, as I have no previous experience to form them from. However, based off of what the vast majority of the population would - “

You decided you had enough of his talking and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and using your free hand to hold his face gently as you did. 

By kissing standards, it was not perfect. It was soft and awkward, but to you it was pure bliss. And as you pulled away and saw the gratified look in his eyes, it was fairly evident he felt similarly.

“How was that?” You asked teasingly.

“I’m not sure,” He replied. “I think you should do it again, for me to provide you with a satisfactory answer.”

You let out a laugh and leaned against him. “To be entirely honest with you, I haven’t kissed many people before.”

“In comparison to them, how did I do?” 

“Well, that was just a basic kiss.” You explained. “If you really want to be memorable, you should try a little harder.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “And how should I do that?”

You gave him a sly smile and moved until his back was pressed against the couch cushions and you were positioned slightly above him, your legs on either side of his lap. 

“Just open your mouth…” And like the obedient boyfriend he was, he did. “...lean forward…” Your lips met his again and you pulled him in closer; so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest.

The two of you quickly fell into a rhythm, and for someone who claimed to have never been kissed before, he was oddly passionate.

Breathless, you pulled away and beamed at him. “I would say that was pretty good. You?”

“If I wished to rank it, I would have to kiss other people to properly make a comparison.” You met his eyes, a teasing spark illuminated within them.

You scrunched up your nose. “Don’t joke. You are horribly unfunny.”

“Your lies do not concern me.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, much to your surprise. 

“It appears you like being kissed then?” 

“If it’s by you, then yes.” He sighed, a mixture of content and sadness. “I apologize for making you feel so unwanted around me while I work. I truly appreciate your presence and your efforts to distract me.”

You nodded acceptingly. “Well, do they at least work?”

L smiled. “They do.”

With a little exhale of relief, you rested your body against his and closed your eyes. “Anyways, you’re pretty good at that whole kissing thing. Maybe we can make it a habit.”

He squeezed your hand lightly. “I would like that.”

Because there was something so satisfying about kissing you, or even touching you, that made him only crave it more. L, whose mind was forever restless, had come to a complete halt the moment your lips had touched his. 

It appeared that the only tried and true thing that could ever relax him and bring him out of an overworked state of mind, was being with you. 

It was selfish. So incredibly selfish of him. To be with you, knowing the dangers, knowing the consequences, all because it made him feel good.

But he couldn’t help it. Not if it meant the possibility of kissing you again. And so he solidified this resolve in his mind that he wanted you, and only ever you. He knew there could be nothing good to come of this in the long run, but for now, you were both content in each other’s company.

L never stopped thinking about this moment. It might have been one of the only ones where he could truly say he was happy. 

・❥・I’m here with you (it hasn’t been so easy being lonely)

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: angst, allusion to sex, reader is referred to having a "plush" body like once

: ̗̀➛ wc: 800+

: ̗̀➛ author's note: holy crap it's been 3 months since I've posted anything... sorry about that. anyyways enjoy this little one shot about L.

reader is a civilian and doesn't know L's name

In the bright light of early dawn, you run your hands over an empty spot on the bed warmed only by the forgiving sun. He’s left already. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave without saying goodbye. He told you earlier on that he hated goodbyes, so you both agreed to this arrangement. You weren’t so keen on the idea when he first brought it up, but you hated the idea of him not being with you at all more. He would return in a few weeks time and you would quickly wipe away your tears and he would ignore the streaks left on your cheeks as he greeted you. But the first day was always the hardest. Just when you were getting used to him being around, making enough breakfast for two and waiting to wash his white shirts, he would leave. 

You gingerly slip out of bed and slumber towards the kitchen. Taking out a pan and two eggs, you busy yourself with making breakfast but you can’t concentrate. Your mind slips away to him. What was he doing that he couldn’t share with you? What was so dangerous about his job that even one little slip up on his part would cause him to disappear for months? In the dead of night, when all the buildings quiet down and their people sink into slumber, he would whisper prayers against your skin. Though you never understood a word he said, between your half lucid mind and his soothing Russian tongue, you could sense a tone of reverence in his voice, hands squeezing your waist and head bowed between your chest. 

The smell of burning eggs invades your nostrils. You let out a heavy sigh and begin to scrap away at the charred bits of yolk. 

Weeks pass with no call, not that he ever calls, and soon long nights turn to long days as trees begin to straighten up and cicadas poke their heads out of the ground so they can dance with the rise of the sun. Kids run around with ice cream dripping down into their chubby hands and on the concrete where little ants graciously scoop up the liquid gold and offer it to their queen. Shirts stick to backs and eyes squint in submission to Helios galloping through the sky. You’ve never been a fan of summer, but he always made it better. Waking up early in the morning to get berries at the farmers market, and buying every sugary dessert at the carnival and getting on the chair swing ride. 

It was so peaceful up there. People shrunk to the size of ants, scurrying across in search of food, the bright lights blurred together forming a constellation below just for you. Your feet swayed in the wind, the light breeze caressed your cheeks providing a much needed respite from the stuffy carnival floor. His hand inched closer to yours, long fingers ghosted against yours asking for permission, and you opened your palm welcoming him home. He didn’t say anything, being a man of few words, but he squeezed your hand in thanks. Thanks that you have stayed with him for this very moment to happen. His messy hair got pushed back, better revealing his onyx eyes holding only love and adoration for you. 

That night he told you he loved you. Amongst the shrills of children and the rumble of wobbly roller coasters, he proclaimed his devotion against the back of your hand held to his chapped lips. You walked home together, smiling and giggling like fools, with bellies full of sweets. 

You stumbled through your bedroom door, clammy hands hastily ripped off clothes eager to feel skin against skin hot to the touch. All efforts of looking suave on both parties flew out the window as a carnal need took over. Teeth clashed against each other in a messy kiss as your hand carded through his hair and then settled on the nap of his neck. His hand held your cheek as the other pushed the small of your back against him. He curled over you, protected you, devoured you. The need for oxygen overtook, and you parted as a string of spit connected his lips to yours. He stayed close, his forehead bumped against yours, and let out a shaky pant as you took a deep breath, in tandem with each other pushing and pulling. You fell against the bed, yanked him with you, and felt him smile against your skin. 

In the afterglow, wrapped up in fuzzy blankets and the cool moonlight, he said, “this is the happiest I think I’ve ever been.” You held him tighter, kissed the crown of his head, and drifted off to sleep. 

He will return soon enough. He has too. And then you’ll go to the carnival and eat funnel cake until you’re sick and share syrupy kisses on the ferris wheel and laugh and smile. For now you wait, ignore the dreaded emptiness in your chest, and wait. He will return. And you’ll wipe your tears. 

・❥・I'm your puppet

You bring up the idea of L using you to distress. He agrees. Absolute filth follows.

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: smut (pretty obvious), heavy degradation, slight praise, breeding, slapping, slight cum eating, being called pretty little thing and slut, reader is a freak for L

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1000+

: ̗̀➛ a/n: two posts in a week, who would have guessed. anyways please enjoy the degenerate activities here. 

L positions you in the way he wants, pulls you up by your throat, long fingers curling around constricting your breaths, until your body is pressed against his, as his hips snap against the fat of your ass causing a “pap pap” sound to echo throughout your room. 

He’s relentless in his search for pleasure, paying you no mind, as his hand begins to squeeze your throat, the other snakes its way to seize your hip in a bruising grip, and hot pants and low grunts escape his chapped lips as they brush against your ear. Your mind turns to mush, no longer able to distinguish pain and pleasure as it creates a sinful mix tricking you into begging for more. All that comes out is a series of babbles, drool dripping down onto your chest, and L smugly laughs at your pathetic self. Too drunk off this moment to say or do anything as he bends you over, forcing your head into a pillow, to hit that sweet spongy spot inside. You let out a scream of delight as if he understood your pleads, and in return clench around his cock deliciously. He lets out another grunt, deep from within his chest, and smacks your ass letting the sting linger before smacking it again with just as much force. It sends your body jolting forward, too much for your broken mind to handle, and you try to squirm from his grasp, but he drags you back to where you belong. Taking his cock like you were made for this, made to be ruined by him. 

Muffled mewls and a feeble excuse of thrusting yourself back on his dick makes his mind lose focus. Normally crippled by the weight of his cases, L kneels taller now, filled with thoughts of fucking you full. He pulls out, just kissing your hole with his flushed tip, until ramming himself back in, setting a brutal pace on your body. You couldn’t be more delighted. 

It was your idea to help him distress. A method, other than eating a concerning amount of sweets, to relax him. 

You picked at the threads on your sweater as you watched him reach for another stack of macarons after downing two boxes. His fingers danced across his keyboard, quickly typing out a report in some language you can’t discern, before he spots you shyly inching over. 

L stuffs a strawberry macaron in his mouth before asking “woul’ ‘o’ ‘ike o’e” offering you a vanilla one. 

“No it’s okay” you say trying to hide a chuckle bubbling its way out. “I was actually wondering how your job is going.”

He continues to violently chew, “ ‘qui’e ‘ell,” he swallows thickly, “why do you ask?”

“Well,” you peer down to your socks, rubbing your toes against the carpet, “I was just worried if you were stressed. You’ve eaten almost three boxes of those.”

“Sugar keeps the brain awake,” he states matter-of-factly as he goes to grab another one.

Your hand stops his, holding it in place, and he looks up to you slightly confused with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He’s trying to read you.

“Maybe you should rest a while. Let your brain reset, you know?” His gaze shifts to his laptop. The report is nearly finished, and it has been weeks since he could sleep for more than an hour. He can never fully rest on a job like he can when he’s with you. His mind is plagued by images of known friends and nameless faces calling him, but you keep them at bay. Perhaps resting will do him some good. 

His voice softens to barely a whisper, “that would be good,” until he corrects himself “then I can continue working.”

“I’ll help you distress.”

L starts to get ready for bed, gingerly changing into his pj’s which really only consists of taking off his pants, and begins to slip into bed until he notices your apprehensive self still standing at the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh. Nothing, nothing,” but you still remain at the door.

His eyes squint in suspicion, letting silence question you instead of him. You quickly relent. “I mean… Well I feel bad now.”

More silence.

You sigh, frustrated at the fact your will power breaks so easily for him. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex to distress, but then you were actually going to sleep and now-”

“I would very much like to have sex with you.” 

“-I feel like an asshole- wait what?”

“I said I would like to have sex.”

The air in the room turns thick with the smell of sweat and sex cut by your pornagraphic moans, and L’s harsh pants, and the sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass. 

The position he has you in makes him hit even deeper than you could imagine, leaving you incapable of moving let alone thinking, but no need to think. A pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to think when you have L as your lover. He knows what you need is to be a good little slut and take his cum.

Your hoarse voice says “‘is too much. Can’t take it.” between moans, legs shaking underneath L’s thighs.

He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Yes.” “You.” “Can.” forcing the bed frame to hit the wall. 

He bends over your hunched frame, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your neck until he reaches your neck and he whispers “be good for me,” and you cum.

Stars dance around the corner of your vision as a soundless scream escapes you, and your hole tightens around L’s cock making him hiss. He drops to his elbows, succumbing to only shallow thrusts until it’s all too much and he cums filling your hole and pushing it back in with his cock. He stays until he softens and falls out, and his eyes fall on your thighs. His cum is smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down between your ass and on to the bed. He scoops it back up and pushes it in, not wanting to waste a single drop, and you moan at the intrusion. 

He takes his cum covered fingers to your parted lips, already familiar with routine, and you wrap them around his fingers, tongue swirling to get every last bit. You release them with a ‘pop,’ eyes waiting patiently for your reward, and he obliges, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He gets up to get a towel and begins to get you cleaned up, kissing each bruise he left, and massaging your sore limbs. 

“You did so well for me.”

“Would you say you’re sufficiently relaxed?”

“Yes, very relaxed. Thank you.”

He kisses your head, and tucks you into bed smiling to himself. How he ever got you to be his lover, he will never know, but he is forever grateful you are.

Hey, I'm not sure if you'll do this one, but like... I was on c.ai and actually made this cute little thing that I want to see with a more cannon L.

Basically, L and Reader are in a relationship, she has no connection to the Kira case, she's just a normal person. One night, L was on his laptop when she entered the room, crying and asking him to give up the case, because she just found out she's pregnant.

It's silly, but the way L comforted my character, I just need to see it with a more human writing 😭

Hello darling! Thank you for sending an ask! It’s not silly at all and I am more than willing to oblige. I hope you don’t mind, but I tweaked the story a little. Hopefully it’s still enjoyable. 

Being in a relationship with L Lawliet was not easy. He was rarely ever with you, off on some business trip or other, and even when he was, his mind would drift off, eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him as he waited for you to get out of the shower. He would have to leave again, twice as long this time, to Japan. This case was proving to be far more difficult than he expected but you did not need to know the details. As much as you insist, he will never darken your mind with the details of any case he works. 

You spend the night together in each other’s arms praying it lasts a little longer, but it never works. Morning comes too quickly, and you kiss L at the door, never saying goodbye because this isn’t a goodbye. He will return. He must.

Christmas comes and you stay in your flat with colorful shadows of yourself reflected on the walls from tree lights outside your window. You stand hunched over the bathroom sink, unblinking eyes focused on your hands. Shrieks of joy from young children and gossiping mothers can be heard from the park across the street temporarily drawing your attention away. Happy families enjoying the holidays together. It almost makes you want to vomit. You peer down at your hands again, willing the color on the strip to change. No matter how many times you rub your eyes or shake the damn thing, it stays the same. Two pink lines. Christmas carollers start to sing and you are overtaken by a bout of nausea. You really should have used a condom.

After cleaning up the mess in the bathroom, you stumble to your bedroom dropping to your knees and swiping beneath your bed in search of a burner phone. L had given it to you in case you needed to reach him. It was a one use sort of thing, designed to self destruct after a call has been made. Finally you find it, covered in dust bunnies, but still in working condition. You input a code of numbers, accessing the contacts, take a deep breath, and call L. One, two, three rings, then he picks up.

His voice crackles over the speaker. “Hello.”

“Is there anyone with you?”

You hear muffled shuffling and then what sounds like a door locking.

“No.”

“Okay.” A slight pause. “I’m pregnant.” Exhale.

L goes silent trying to process the gravity of your statement, mouth opening and then shutting. He could be a father, if you wanted him to be, but he realizes where he is. In a country hours away from you, stuck in an empty hotel room with only the whir of computers and the thought of you to keep his sanity during this case that will surely take his life.

“I’ll be right there.”

The line goes dead before you can reply. The automated voice saying the phone will self-destruct in five seconds, and you rush to the bathroom, throwing it in the sink before it has the chance to explode in your hand. 

Six-teen hours later, he’s at your door red in the face and puffing with sweat dripping off his forehead. 

“Where-how did you get here so fast?” 

“Ran-” he takes a deep breath “from airport.”

“Why wouldn't you drive?”

Another breath. “Traffic.”

He pushes past your unmoving frame, walking straight to the fridge and chugging a water bottle. Slowly, still in shock of his unorthodox arrival, you lock the front door and follow him to the kitchen where he has downed yet another bottle. 

You stare at him, bewildered, waiting for an explanation for his erratic behavior, and he stares back, slightly shrugging his shoulders as if it was self explanatory. 

Daring to break the silence, you ask, “What do we do?”

“Whatever you want my love.” He answers quickly back. 

You place your hands on your lower belly, imagining the little life just barely starting to grow into an embryo. Physical proof of the love you share. Flashes of a nonexistent Christmas pass your mind, wrapped up in fuzzy blankets as you watch L play with your child, softly cooing when their chubby hands nearly reach a star shaped ornament in his hands.

 “I think I want to keep it.” 

He smiles and places his own hands on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. “Then we will.”

Suddenly you look up from your joined hands, worry etched on your brow. “What about your job? Aren’t you on a case?”

L’s voice is low and soothing. “I’ll send someone to take my place.” You open your mouth in protest, but he beats you to it, “I belong here with you” and the words die on your tongue. 

L presses you closer to his chest, arms protectively wrapped around your waist, and his head buried in the crook of your neck. No words are exchanged because no more words are needed. He will stay and create the family he never had with you, and he couldn’t be happier.

a/n again???: this was too long to put in the tags but I really don't know if L would give up the kira case for you

he would set up a generous trust fund for you and the baby, but I think he would still ultimately stay on the case

he may say it’s so that you don't have to worry about a mass murder possibly gunning it for you, but I think it would be because of his ego, L has to win

but this ask wasn't asking for angst but I digress

L x Female reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: L is consumed with his work and hasn’t paid you any attention in the last few hours. You figure it’s well within your right to do whatever possible to get him to focus on you.

“Come on babe,” you beg for the 1200th time. “Take a break for a bit. I miss you.”

L looks over at you from his crouched position — the one he’s always in when he’s working or focused on something. “I took a break earlier; I had some cake. And how can you miss me when I’m sitting right here?”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to hide your laugh as you’re genuinely becoming annoyed and impatient.

“Yeah, smart-mouth ass,” you bark, hands on your hips defensively. “Not only did you eat your cake, but ya’ ate mine too! And you know exactly what I meant by that; I miss you spending time with me and not on this investigation. Sheesh.”

He blinks at you slowly with his big, sleepy, doe eyes. “You said I could eat it. And I’ll spend time with you once I’ve finished for the night.”

You huff out, “Number one: I didn’t think you’d actually eat it — which I should have known better. And number two: that’s what you said the last bazillion times I asked, L.”

“Because I wasn’t finished the last bazillion times you asked,” he replies, eyes fixed back on his computer screen.

You scoff, speechless. You know your boyfriend is an odd one, but you’ve always found it adorable. Sometimes though, there’s this little part of you that wants to choke him to an even paler complexion than he already is.

“Fine,” you hiss, walking up to him to nudge his head childishly. He doesn’t even blink let alone flinch at the push. “I’ll go play by myself — or maybe even with myself.”

“Keep the noise down please,” is all he says as you start to walk back up to your bedroom.

You scoff again, stopping to glare at him before stomping up the stairs, but to no avail. You know you’re being a brat, but you can’t help it. Sometimes L can be cold and detached from you. You understand that it isn’t on purpose and that he cares about you. But every so often you crave a bit more of him than what he’s willing to give.

Lying down, scrolling on your phone, you get an idea in your schemey little mind. You think you know something that might get L to pay you some attention.

You come out of your pajamas, only in your hello kitty slippers now. Confidently, you stride back downstairs and into the kitchen.

“I’m gettin’ a bowl of ice cream,” you announce, taking the frozen matcha treat out of the freezer. “Do you want some?”

He pauses momentarily, taking his thumbnail between his teeth. “Six scoops with chocolate syrup, please.” He hasn’t seemed to notice that you’re butt-ass naked just yet.

“Coming right up,” you respond, preparing his bowl to bring over to him.

“Here,” you say, nudging his arm with the bowl.

“Thank—,” he stops, looking into the bowl with a deadpan expression. “You didn’t put the syrup…”

Your face begins to burn with frustration, but you ignore it, continuing with your motive. “Lick it off me first and then I’ll put it on.”

He finally lifts his head, scanning you up and down, eyes widening. His eyes dart to your chest where you’ve drizzled some of the chocolate syrup on your breasts.

He slides his slender fingers against the small of your back, pulling you to him. You gasp quietly, his cool hand giving your naked body prickly goosebumps. He then stands up and dips his head down, face-level with your perky breasts. You shiver violently as a result of him blowing cool air on your already hard nipples.

“Hey!” You whisper-shout. You’re already finding it hard to stand as your knees are buckling from the tension. You don’t appreciate being teased.

L starts with your right breast, his tongue is contrastingly warm and soft in comparison to the rest of his body. He licks around it, swirling his tongue teasingly and taking your breast into his mouth entirely, being sure to get every last drop of the syrup. He repeats the action to your left breast and then licks down your stomach and belly button to catch the remaining drizzle.

As soon as he finishes, he takes the syrup from your hand, your grip weak and loose now anyway. He sits back down in his chair and neatly drizzles the syrup over his melting ice cream.

You continue to stand there, wet, wildly turned on, and freezing, but hoping to be warmed up very fucking soon.

You snatch the bowl from his hand, staring a hole into the side of his head as he looks ahead, spoon still held up to his mouth. He licks the spoon clean and then sets it down, turning to you

“How dare you do what you just did to me and then just go back to what you’re doing? Like…are you alright in the head? Don’t tease me like that!” You shout, ignoring how innocent and unassuming his face looks right now.

“I just wanted to eat my ice cream…”He murmurs, finger-pointing to the bowl in your hand. “I mean — you made it for me.”

You gawk at him, utterly empty of words. You can’t even be mad at your boyfriend; he’s too precious. It drives you insane. The look on his face immediately fills you with guilt at how mean you’re currently being.

“Fuck,” you exasperate, placing the bowl back down on his table. You lean forward to grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“It’s okay,” he replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but in your eyes.

You kiss him on his squished-in lips and to your surprise, he accepts the kiss without any cheeky remarks. You swap spit, taking your tongue out on occassion to lick his lips and tongue in circles. Nasty, sloppy kissing is your favorite. You release his face from your grasp so that he can move freely.

He sighs, looking down at his throbbing bulge through his pants. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I guess you were gonna get that quality time out of me one way or the other. But this… this just isn’t fair.”

You unbutton his pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers to relieve him. His pink tip is sopping with pre-cum and your mouth waters at the sight. He tenses up in his position, fingers tightening around his boney knees.

“Relax,” you tell him soothingly, kissing his tip with wet lips. You lick the oozing pre-cum off and then wrap a hand around his shaft, using it to rub your clit in circles.

He throws his head back again, groaning deeply. You suck him up for a few minutes, stopping in a decent enough time to postpone his nut.

Dick still incredibly hard, you situate yourself onto L’s lap, his wood slipping inside of you most satisfyingly.

“Mmmm — fuck yeah,” you squeal, letting the full feeling of him slowly enter you sink in. You instantly warm up at the intimacy.

He pulls you a bit closer, wrapping his hands around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs. “I know I’m pretty cold. Sorry about that,” he apologizes, using feathery strokes with his fingernails against your sides.

“It’s okay, it feels nice,” you reply honestly. Now that you’ve become hot and aroused, the coolness his body provides is refreshing to you; like a cold glass of ice water.

You pull him by his shoulders, tilting your head into the crook of his soft neck to make out with it as you start to ride him carefully.

He bites his bottom lip to conceal his sounds. You hear him fighting to quiet down his whimpers and pants, an occasional sound escaping into your ear anyways.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep.” You graze his ear between your teeth, using your hips to deepen and quicken your skillful riding.

He kisses you as you continue to thrust against him, fully in control of everything now. You like that he lets you take charge sometimes; no toxic masculinity, complete acceptance, and vulnerability. Crying and whimpering in your ear like a needy and helpless man; now that — that is your weakness.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, intensifying the kiss with the control you have over the direction in which his head goes.

He pulls back, looking at you with half-open eyes. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum.”

You kiss his forehead messily, closing your eyes tight in deep focus. Your final thrusts are aggressive and desperate, the taste of your orgasm nothing short of delectable. The chair squeaks loudly with all the movement going on. You shudder, yanking his head back frantically as you cum on him. He cums right there with you, his face beaming gorgeously with a deep red against his translucent complexion.

The two of you catch your breath’s, gathering yourselves just enough to come back down to Earth.

L sigh’s, turning his head to examine his bowl of melted ice cream. “Guess I should drink that now.”

I love Death Note so much. L has got to be my favorite character like.... Fucking ever. And this was hard to write tbh. L doesn't seem overly sexual at all, so I had to get creative with this one. I love submissive men. They're so hot. - Ash <3

Hey, honeys!! I'm back and I'm so fucking excited about it. I've really missed writing slutty things and sharing them with you all, it's just way too fun at this point. I'm returning with some L smut, seeing as you guys really liked the first one I wrote. Don't worry. I'm still doing smut for other people/characters/fandoms, etc. And will be opening my requests soon. Sit tight and I hope y'all like this one.—Ash <3

Birthday Suit

L x Female reader

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” L tells you. “Can you manage twenty minutes without me?”

“I cannot,” you reply quickly, hand resting on your cheek as you look at him. He’s being witty per usual, but what he is really referring to is your behavior earlier. Your birthday is today. And during your party this morning and through out the whole birthday dinner this evening, you refused to keep your hands and your eyes off of your tasty, sexy man.

It’s that suit; that devilishly sleek, perfectly fitted, charming tuxedo. Seeing him in that made you fall in love with him all over again. Almost as if you saw him for the first time.

L doesn’t dress up very often, but when he does, dear God when he does you want nothing more than for him to fuck you like a maniac. Not that you don’t adore his usual casual get-up. He’s handsome regardless. But a man that fine in a suit is a dangerous man. Your dangerous man.

“I love you,” you say, pouting as he enters the bathroom.

“Love you, too, hon,” he says back, fully disappearing into the bathroom now.

You hop out of bed, zipping over to your dresser and taking out your recently bought lingerie. It’s a gorgeous sheer, baby pink top with matching panties. You already knew you were going to be requesting some birthday sex from L tonight, but you decided to add in some fairy magic this time. He has no clue you bought this, but he adores you in pink. He says the color makes you glow even more than you already do.

L already got you the perfect birthday present; a deeply romantic and fancy dinner downtown, and an entire collection of your favorite manga. Both of which brought you immense gratitude and excitement. But him taking you to pound town really is the final stop.

You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling daydreaming as you wait for him to finish up. Your belly fills with butterflies when you hear the shower head turn off.

Your eyes remain on the ceiling when he returns to the room, nothing but a white robe and shower slippers on.

“L?”

“Yes, y/n?” He answers, looking over at the bed. He squints his eyes, attempting to comprehend what he’s seeing.

“I want you inside me,” you say, being as blunt as can be. You don’t want to waste any time. Your pussy has been throbbing long enough.

He fights back a laugh. Not only a humored one, but a baffled one also. “How can I say no to that?”

L unties his robe and slips out of his slippers, drying his wet strands with a hand towel one final time. Your body tenses in elation as his footsteps get closer to you.

“You look perfect,” he praises, taking notice of your outfit change. He climbs on top of you, French kissing your mouth deeply.

You throw your arms around his neck and thrust into his naked body, clit hitting his erect dick. He sucks on your neck in your favorite spot as you continue to grind against him. Your hunger continues to grow.

L pulls your panties to the side and pushes his middle and ring fingers inside. He watches your face as he does so, kissing you as you moan out. The overstimulation is real right now.

Each time he pushes his long fingers inside of you, you thrust your hips forward, longing for them to be deeper. You’re nearly scratching beneath the skin on his arms with every probe and stretch and push of his slender digits.

L knows when your orgasm is approaching because you always start to clench really hard when it’s about to happen. He stops, replacing his fingers with his dick which is twitching to be in you.

Instinctively, you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him for full access. You want to feel him in your stomach. You love the sensation of it, the fullness.

He resumes the kissing on your neck and also your shoulders. He fucks you slow and careful, leaving it in for a few seconds so that you feel everything. You tighten your pussy around his dick each time as your legs become too weak to do so.

“Shit, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” you say shakily, hand gripping his hair for dear life as he pounds you without mercy.

The only noises that fill the room right before you both cum is the sound of your wet pussy being fucked to its core and your cries of passion. You love the sound of your own pussy being fucked. It turns you on beyond measure.

Your legs go numb wrapped around L’s body, but your grip on his hair and his shoulder remain tight as you explode. You scream out, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking train. L cums too, small whimpers and struggle groans following his climax.

The two of you are so drained after that, you can barely move.

“I’m so sleepy,” you say, L still on top of you catching his breath.

“Same here.” He sits up slowly, kissing you on the cheek. “Let’s go to sleep now.”

Authors Note: heyyyyyyy 🤍 I fucking love L okay that’s it bye 💋

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L Lawliet

Sweets

Café introductions

hii, so I saw that you write for L and I was wondering if you could write an Lx reader where he meets the reader's friends? it's completely fine if you don't want to, but thank you in advance :)

I’d love to! :D . Sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted or that good.

L Lawliet - Café Introductions

Lawliet meets your friends

Warnings: None :D

Reader Gender not specified

(F/n) stands for friend name

L missed you. You told him you were going out with your friends earlier to the cute little café that opened up down the street recently. Even though you’d only left about ten minutes ago, he couldn’t help but miss your presence.

So he decided there could be no harm out of stopping by to make sure you were okay. Before he had even realized it, he had already pulled on a coat to combat the cold winter weather and was already at the door of the little café.Taking a small breath to steady himself, he hesitantly put his hand on the door and pushed it open.

The coffee shop was adorned with festive decorations, yet to be taken down from the holidays, the strong aroma of coffees and hot cocoa filling his nose. L looked around, finding you at a table in the corner, laughing with 3 other people, who he assumed are your friends. You look so beautiful when you laugh.

L walked over to you, and gently tapped your shoulder. Your eyes lit up with surprise as you quickly lept out of your chair to give him a hug. Dragging a chair over for him to sit next to you, you looked back over to your friends,watching as they all gave you slightly puzzled looks.

You realized it was because they hadn’t met him yet, so it’d be the perfect time to make some introductions.

“So everyone this is my boyfriend, Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki these are my friends.” You said, gesturing back and forth between the people. You were about to say something else when you were quickly cut off by the shouts of your friends.

“WHAT” all four of them shouted simultaneously.

“You better not hurt her or else!” One yelled.

“I have no plans to ever do that” You were taken by surprise at his sweet words. Smiling happily, you looked over at him, and held his hand, knowing he wasn’t the best in social situations. The one sitting next to you leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Why is he so hot, nice catch Y/n”You smiled softly at your friends’ behaviors as they began asking him questions and teasing the two of you.

L ended up staying the whole time as your friends didn’t mind him being there. The, now five, of you had fun staying till the sun started to set. You all had to part ways for the time being, but you couldn’t wait to spend time with them again.

You were happy that your friends had approved of L and L of them

𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁:

(𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣.)

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This is just a small guide to all of my original work. It’s easier for people to find stuff that way! I hope it will bring some clarity over my projects. I don’t have an update schedule yet so just keep checking in for new things. I’m also super excited about suggestions or ideas since I love to write!

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30 L lawliet Headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!

You’re a task force member in this scenario.

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He wouldn’t call you any nicknames, so that the other task force members won’t notices you two liking each other.

But the few times you two are alone together he calls you “Dear” or “Love”. He sticks with the romantic names.

He shares all his sweets with you, but you have to ask him nicely.

He enjoys gentle affection way more than rough love. Gentle hugs or forehead kisses are always welcome.

He doesn’t fall in love easily. In fact I would put him into the Aromatic spectrum. Only for the fact that he’s too focused on being the greatest detective of all time.

It took him some time as well to notice he loves you. Around 2-3 years to be exact.

He had some people seeking his love, but he never responded to any of them.

He’s probably the smartest man alive so sometimes you feel dumb next to him. (Sometimes he reassures you that you’re doing great)

His love language is Acts Of Service. He appreciates it the most when you buy him cake. He loves it even more when you backe one yourself!

He rarely cries. Like at all. You saw him cry like 1-2 times since you got to know him years ago.

He’s very paranoid of Kira killing you. Most of the time he tries to exclude you from the investigation.

Once you made him strawberry shortcake and he loved it! Loved it so much he wanted to show you how grateful he was…

He loves to give and receive neck kisses. He’d leave hickeys on you too but only where people can’t see them.

After all he wants to enjoy you alone. He’s very gentle so he rarely bites you. Not even when you ask him.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all. You’re so stubborn…”

He has great reflexes and is super flexible as well. He’s willing to try everything for your sake.

He also has a lot stamina. So you have to be prepared for nights that will last long. He cums throughout a lot.

He canonically can tie a cherry stem with his tongue only. Do whatever you want with this information.

He whimpers. But groans when he’s close.

He’s always awkward when it comes to aftercare. He doesn’t know what you want/need so he just decides to ask “What do you want to do now…?”

His cluelessness makes you chuckle most times but he does whatever you ask from him.

He’s not a fan of “sour” fruits like kiwi,pineapple or cranberry. He enjoys the sweeter stuff like banana,strawberry and cherry!

He’s the type of person that’s go non-verbal and let you ramble about your special interests. Not interfering once. Just absorbing all the information you provide.

If you guys fight he will apologize. Even if he knows he is right. He doesn’t like fighting with his loved ones.

He likes to buy you gifts at many times… he likes seeing your surprised smile!

He likes to hear your breathing while you sleep in one bed. It’s a nice ambiance.

He hates nuts. Walnuts, peanuts or even almonds. Everything nut related is a no go.

Every time you do something to make him laugh like embarrassing yourself for his sake, he laughs out of pity for you…

His full genuine laugh is so contagious… it’s really rare, so rare that no one besides you and Watari heard it before.

He takes his time with marriage or any commitment. He wants to make sure that you’re REALLY ready to marry a man like him.

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Hey guys! I’m really sorry that these took so long… and I’m also sorry if some Headcanons should come up twice, I’ve written this over a month now and just now finished it… don’t be too harsh on me!!!

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