#l x y/n

[osaemu]

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH: L LAWLIET

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has a high fever, but he won't let you take care of him.

contents: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of mild sickness. first time writing for L (my new hyperfixation!)

“ryu, you can’t seriously work like this,” you insist, tugging at the sleeve of L’s shirt. he doesn’t respond until you snatch the half-eaten pastry out of his hand. “i’m serious!”

L turns and looks at you disbelievingly. “i’m fine,” he responds indifferently, not seeming to notice the red blush spreading throughout his face. “it’s not bad enough to keep me from the investigation,” he adds, making an attempt to retrieve his snack from your outstretched hand.

“you have a fever,” you say pointedly, taking a bite of the sugary sweet. L makes an unimpressed face and sighs, posture worsening even more—is that even possible?—before he turns back to his computer. 

“i can’t even feel it,” L insists, sticking out his bottom lip. you reach out and brush some of his hair out of his eyes, resting the back of your hand on his forehead. either your boyfriend has an otherworldly resistance to sickness or he’s lying, because he’s burning up.

you sigh and let your hand fall from L’s forehead to his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as you watch him scroll through some sort of legal document. obviously, he’s not going to stop working without a reason, so you try a different approach. “L, if you’re sick, does that affect your deductive skills?”

L’s fingers still around the computer mouse, ceasing his scrolling as he looks back up at you. “i guess.”

“so you shouldn’t be working on a really important case while you have a high fever, right? or you could miss something.” 

he scrunches up his nose in response and thinks for a long second. “why are you trying so hard to get me to stop working?” L asks, narrowing his eyes. he tilts his head in genuine curiosity—which is funny, because you think it should be obvious.

you shrug in response, a small smile growing on your lips. “shouldn’t you know already?” you tease, poking his cheek playfully. L looks at you blankly, giving no discernable reaction—like always. “you’re impossible,” you huff, crossing your arms childishly.

“answer the question.”

“because i care about my boyfriend. sue me.”

L blinks, a flicker of surprise shining in his dark eyes. he doesn’t respond, but he does stand up and take your hand, cold fingers tangling with yours as he lets you lead him away. “thank you,” he murmurs, and his voice is almost quiet enough for you to miss his words entirely. you squeeze his hand in response—no need for words.

he rests his head on your shoulder as you exit the dark, shaded investigation room. "can i have the last bite?" he asks tentatively, pointing at the remainder of his pastry that's left in your other hand. you laugh a little and nod, pausing in front of a flight of stairs to feed L the last sugar-filled bite.

L's lips close around the flaky pastry and brush against your fingers, and even with the added blush from his fever, his face noticeably goes a shade pinker.

"you're so cute, ryu," you mumble, brushing away the crumbs that linger around his lips with your thumb. he hums in reply, shadowed eyes closing as he rests his cheek in your palm.

"i'm tired."

"then let me take care of you for a little," you insist, watching as he reopens his eyes and looks back at the ajar door of the investigation room. "please?"

"fine. a couple hours, then i have to get back to the case."

"m'kay, m'kay."

(he ends up falling asleep in your arms and doesn't wake up for seventeen hours straight—but when he does, his fever's gone!)

[rinneroraito]

L x Reader: Reader is wearing a shirt with a boob window, suggestive, he's touchy, 600+ words

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Ever since you came in the headquarters L couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not when you're wearing that shirt with a boob window, the clear line of your cleavage completely visible. And as if that wasn't enough, he could also see that you weren't wearing a bra underneath that shirt.

You went about your duties, L mentally sighing in relief that no one else had come into the office that night to ogle at you. He's delighted, though. It's indulgent, the way your breasts bounced when you walked, how the material of your clothing hugged your curves. He was more motivated to finish his work just so he could call you over to him. But you beat him to it, and you sit beside him on the couch (he sits there most of the time now because he likes it when you sit next to him). He momentarily stops typing on his laptop, bringing his wide and curious eyes up to your direction.

"Everything alright on your end, L?"

You lean towards his direction and his gaze immediately travels down to that oh, so enticing cat-head shaped window.

"Mostly done. Y/N, is the wardrobe idea a deliberate choice to distract me?"

A devious smile creeps up your face and you straighten yourself up, heaving your chest out towards him. L's eyes are glued to them, to you, and it's palpable how much he just wants to reach out and touch.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?" You let out a chuckle as you scoot yourself closer to him. "Yea, I wanted to see how you'd react. And I like it when you make eyes at me."

L closes the laptop and brings a thumb up to his teeth, chewing thoughtfully at his nail as he stares.

"You've accomplished that, well done. May I?" He finally asks.

"Yeah, go ahead."

He reaches out, long slender fingers extending towards you until they meet your skin. Your breath hitches a little when he starts to trace the outline of the opening. His touch was featherlike, barely there, teasing.

"It's nice," L muses, adjusting his position on the couch so he's now facing you. He hooks a finger down the end of the window on your shirt, testing the material before pulling it down.

"It's stretchy but not to the point where it would reveal more when yanked on."

"Good observation," you reply, delighted by his interest in such a simple thing as an opening on your shirt.

"But, it's enough for easy access," he shoves his hand inside the window, cupping your breast in his hand. "So soft..."

"You like that?"

"I like you," he replies, looking up at you with those big eyes that seemed to know everything yet still had so much to discover. The words bring heat up to your cheeks, a reaction he's always pleased to see.

"Do you want to do it here..?" You ask, wondering if he could feel your heart race through your chest that he had started to squeeze gently.

"That's a very enticing idea," L says as he flicks his thumb over your hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. There's a cocky quality to the way he hummed at your reaction, and he continues his thought.

"Maybe a quick one, I still have some data to sort."

With his free hand, he pulls you closer, diving into the window on your shirt where he still had his hand. He presses his lips over your exposed skin, and you swear you heard him chuckle when you exhale raggedly.

"And then we can do more after I'm done."

[chuulyssa]

after dark. (l lawliet)

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

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

★ COUNT ─ 1.6k

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

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

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is something wrong?"

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

"Ryu-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Apologize," he commanded you.

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

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

"I said, apologize," he ordered firmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what do you want?"

"You-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[amaya-writes]

Can I request headcanons with L, Light and Mello with a s/o who's a genius (like them) but acts stupid (like bimbo-ish) just to annoy people?

Notes: I'm SO sorry I took forever to get this out!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: L, Light, Mello

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

L

Finds you intriguing.

You're like a puzzle to him. He wants to figure out your motives and understand why anyone would willingly act this way.

It doesn't take him long to understand you're smarter than you let on, however, your reasoning puzzles L a lot.

If you met him during the events of Death Note he immediately decides you're an asset and takes you to his side. You're like the Misa to his Light.

Your job would be to survey Misa, work in the same places as her, join her on any jobs. Since you're good at faking your bimbo personality you easily get along well with her.

At first Light even falls for the guise but with time he realises you're smarter than you look.

Even after Light understands your true personality L still keeps you around to help out. He often takes you with him when he's stalking surveying people and would even ask your opinions on the situation.

At first he used to find you annoying and his opinion of you was very similar to his opinion of Misa. However, with time L starts to find your interactions with others sort of amusing.

He sees your personality as a game, but outside of the Kira case he doesn't really interact with you.

To him, you're just another factor in the case.

Light

Hates it.

Unlike L, Light takes slightly longer to catch on to your personality.

You meet through Misa since you are friends with her. At first, Light presumes you're just like the other girls Misa works with but as time goes on he realises your true potential.

He only gets interested in you once you confess you think he's Kira.

Light's first instinct is to kill you but he refrains from doing so since he thinks he could use you. To him, you're just another pawn he can control to win against L.

L might have some semblance of a bond with you but Light only sees you as an object for his schemes. If he feels that you won't be easily manipulated then he doesn't bother associating with you since you are no use to him.

However, if you are easily swayed his way then Light uses you as an unsuspecting source for information.

With L and the rest of the team constantly hovering over his shoulder Light needed someone on the outside to help him execute his schemes.

Over time he comes to appreciate your wit as it makes it easier to carry out his plans. However, he still expects you to listen to him and hates when you get too creative.

He sometimes wishes you were the one with the Death Note instead of Misa because that would make everything happen so much more smoothly.

He expects you to have your regular personality when interacting with him. If you act like a bimbo when it's just the two of you he gets visibly annoyed.

While you are a genius like him you don't posses the almost inhumane lack of empathy Light is known for, which is why you don't realise the bond you share with him is purely that of a master and his pawn.

Mello

A mixture of the two.

Like L, he finds it weird that you would want to act like a bimbo especially since being a genius is something he always strived for growing up.

To him it's almost like you don't value the skillset his entire life revolves around.

However, he also sees the value in your mannerisms.

Unlike Near, Mello chose to associate himself with the mafia, that meant he needed trustworthy allies who he could rely on to get the work done.

At first he sees you as just another one of the bimbos his men would use as flings and then discard of, but after a few days he realises your true intentions.

You played the role of the innocent girl hopelessly in love with a mafia man yet in reality were using them for your fulfillment. (This can be anything from stealing from the guy you were with to leveraging his connections to complete some personal vendetta.)

Once Mello realises your true persona his first instinct is to get rid of you.

There is only space for one genius in his circle and he can't risk being potentially overthrown.

However, you make him see the value in having you around.

With time, you, Mello, and Matt become a team of sorts. You become a trio known for controlling the mafia groups.

Most people simply presumed you were Mello's bimbo girlfriend he kept around for eye-candy, which made it easy for him to use you to get what he needed.

However, unlike Light, Mello knows the value of having reliable allies (like Matt). He never really places his full trust in you, but with time Mello comes to appreciate you.

[akixxsstuff]

Dating L would be like...

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

(I'm aware that the picture says girlfriend but the gender of the reader is not specified in the fic. The pictures were also edited by me).

Fluff // One shot

Summary: L was more like a machine than a human, he was cold, calculated and a "no fun and games" type of person aside from the occasional sarcastic or dry humored comment. L never lost his composure and would repress any emotion he had has a intimidation tactic. He was blunt and wouldn't allow anything or anyone to dethrone him.

However around you, L wasn't quite that...

The task force had suspected you and L were a couple, but whenever anyone asked about it, L would quickly shut down the conversation and went back to his work, saying that it wasn't any of their business. You and L were a couple but he just wanted to keep things secretive and professional since doing otherwise made him feel vulnerable.

He couldn't let his suspect Light know how much you meant to him just in case he used it against him, plus it was just in L's nature to be serective.

However as soon the doors were closed and the task force was gone, he would be nuzzling into your shoulder, whining for attention. He would never stop clinging onto you until he got he's way because in his own words, "I'm also childish and don't like to lose".

Like today for instance:

"Not now Lolly, I've got an appointment to book", you said sighing while L continued kissing your neck and nibbling your ear from behind. "I love you but I do not appreciate your lack of cooperation" L then grumbled.

Lolly was your main pet name for L since it sounded like it was short for lollipop, (and we all know how much L loves those) and sounded similar to his real name, Lawliet. Panda was also another common one since he reminded you of one with his dark eyes and pale skin.

He then kneeled in between your legs with his head resting on your thigh, looking up at you in annoyance in an attempt to guilt trip you, (however he couldn't mask he's pleading eyes). "Lolly I already told you I'm busy, just 10 more minutes okay my love?" you cooed while stroking his cheek. But L didn't care, he picked you up bridal style from your chair and tossed you onto the bed. "Lawliet, you should know of all people how important it is to not have any distractions from your work" you said rasing an eyebrow. "You make a fair point" L says with his thumb on his lip, "But I'm not feeling very empathetic tonight" then he proceeded to smother you with kisses.

Another thing L wouldn't budge on is removing all the cameras and wiring taps from your room, if someone broke in and tired to hurt you he needed to know immediately who was responsible so he could toss them in jail forever. He valued your life way more than his, afterall, he did challenge Kira to kill him live on broadcast.

Your dates were either cafe hopping, picnics in the park, or L trying to teach you tennis. You would always try to get him to wear shoes but he would refuse, saying "I don't like how they feel". "I know but I don't want you to step on a piece of glass and hurt yourself" you would say while kissing his forehead. "I will live" L would reply while blushing from your kiss. You would then sigh and take off your shoes, "Fine, if that's how you want to play" and you both would walk around barefoot.

L absolutely loved when you taunted his number one suspect Light, in fact it was his love language.

"I'm not Kira!" Light would yell.

"You're not a very convincing actor Light, but hey! Maybe they'll give you an academy award in prison just for trying. Light Yagami! Mass murderer tries playing innocent victim!".

As a detective, L would always be analysising people's behaviour and you were no expectation.

"How was your day darling?" L cooed.

"Fine. I'm going to my room".

You say that you're fine Y/N yet you're tone and lack of physical affection would indicate otherwise. Could you be trying to deprive me of your attention as an indirect punishment? What could have I done?

However, you did mention how your work load has increased because of the lack of empyoees, were you stressed from that and simply avoided me to avoid talking about it? I should confront you instead of making any assumptions, it could make matters worse because you might believe that I am deliberately ignoring you.

"Love, I believe I have done something to upset you, please tell me what it is was so I can correct my behaviour. Will you accept this piece of cake as a initial peace offering? If I'm not to blame then please tell me who's bothering you so I can potentially sue them".

[callie-the-creator]

insomniac

sfw. warnings: reader is fmab, mentions of kira and his murders, l can’t sleep, etc.

author’s note: i miss l so much. :(

l sat in his characteristic crouch on the edge of his chair, fingers entwined, eyes intently focused on the monitors before him. the task force headquarters was dimly lit, the flickering screens casting a bluish hue across the room. he had spent countless hours reviewing evidence, piecing together clues, and trying to identify kira, but the elusive criminal mastermind continued to evade him. l won't rest or, at the very least, he refused to. his main focus consisted of two things: keeping y/n— his girlfriend— safe and away from any danger and catching kira (l had dedicated the past few years to the investigation pursuing kira), a figure known to kill those whom he deems morally unworthy of life.

so many criminals have died.

his mind raced with possibilities, tracing and retracing steps, connecting and disconnecting dots. his suspicions often circled back to the same few individuals, but without concrete evidence, he was trapped in a maddening loop of speculation. he needed proof, something tangible that could lead to an arrest. the gnawing uncertainty kept him awake, denying him the rest his body craved.

as the hours dragged into the early morning, l's eyes, bloodshot and weary, drifted to the cot where his girlfriend, y/n, lay sleeping. her presence had been a rare comfort in his life, a steadying force amidst the chaos. she stirred slightly, her breathing deep and rhythmic, oblivious to the turmoil that raged within him. "y/n...?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. he wasn't expecting an answer; he just needed to hear the sound of her name, something to anchor him to reality.

she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "hmm...whaaaat?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. it was clear she wasn't pleased about being woken up, but she tried to focus on him nonetheless.

l hesitated, his mind teetering on the edge of a precipice. he knew what he was about to ask could shatter the fragile peace they had, but he couldn't suppress the question any longer. "would you betray me?" he asked.

y/n blinked, her drowsiness giving way to confusion. "what are you talking about?" she inquired, pushing herself up on one elbow. "why would you ask something like that?" she added.

l’s gaze remained fixed on her, searching for any hint of deceit, any flicker of guilt. but all he saw was a concern, her eyes wide and earnest in the dim light. "i’ve been thinking…” he began, his voice steady but laced with tension, "about kira, about the people who might be capable of such things. and it occurred to me that...i don't know if i can trust anyone anymore." he said, sadly.

she sat up fully, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, her hair all messy. "l, you know me," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "we’ve been through so much together. how can you even think i would betray you?" she questioned, despite knowing very well that l had every right to not trust her. after all, he was the head of the investigation and thus the arch nemesis of kira. he must remain vigilant, it is all he can do to ensure his safety.

"i don't know what to think anymore…” he admitted, his tone betraying the depth of his internal struggle. "i just…can't afford to make any mistakes. you know that.” he sighed. this was the last conversation that he wanted to have with y/n, despite it needing to be addressed.

y/n reached out, her hand covering his. "listen to me," she said firmly, her touch grounding him. "i am not kira. i would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else. you have to believe that." she partially pleaded with him. if they wanted to put their relationship on ice because of this minor bump in the road, then so be it, but y/n is sure that it would only result in hurting them.

l’s eyes softened, the storm within them momentarily calmed by her words. he wanted to believe her, to cling to the hope that at least one part of his life remained untouched by kira's darkness. "i want to believe you.” he said quietly, "but i can't let my guard down. not even for you,” he said matter-of-factly. “i’m sorry…”

y/n sighed deeply. she then slid out from under the warm blankets, her bare feet meeting the cold floor with a shiver. standing beside him, she gazed down at him, his hunched form bathed in the eerie glow of the computer screens. leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before she ran her hands through his unruly black hair. "can you at least come to bed then?" she asked softly.

the night had stretched on for far too long, and the first light of dawn would soon pierce the gloom. l shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling almost imperceptibly. "don’t know," he replied, his tone detached and distant, eyes never leaving the monitors.

y/n let out a small, plaintive whine, her worry for him bubbling to the surface. she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him into a tender embrace. "please?" she murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "you need to rest. just a little while…”

l felt the warmth of her breath against his skin, the comforting pressure of her body against his back. for a moment, he allowed himself to be still, to feel the weight of her concern and the depth of her affection. he glanced at her, then at the clock on the wall, the numbers blurring slightly in his tired vision. his gaze returned to her, meeting her pleading eyes. "fine," he said finally, his voice tinged with reluctant resignation before mustering a small, almost imperceptible smile. "but five minutes is all you’re getting."

[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

masterlist

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”

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could we possibly get L and reader going at it (wink wink) and then Light literally walks in on them? Whether he joins or not is up to you, i dont mind either way :)

this is the req i was done with and deleted and i’m kms it was so beautiful… here we go take two please work this time 😭🙏

Anyways thanks for participating, sweetlove! means the world <33

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L was a man of strategy. He was intelligent and bold and he’d do just about anything to win, no matter how weird it was. Once, you witnessed him tackle somebody in a bear suit while selling crepes in order to get information on the U.S. government. So his strategies ranged from slightly unreasonable to grass-fed cows in the mayor’s house.

Today, it was grass-fed cows in your house. He came to you with the idea and somehow managed to make you think it was a good one. His logic was that since Light very clearly had a crush on L’s girlfriend and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, he may as well take advantage of it.

L would take you in front of Light, perhaps offer him to join to build trust and vulnerability. You agreed, but things got more complicated when he began taking you on every possible surface in the Taskforce, whenever he had time. It was hard not to cringe when Matsuda made a sandwich on the bare kitchen counter.

Today, L has you propped on a sofa in one of the many living rooms, stripped down to nothing as he sits on his knees. Your back arches and you whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth teasingly.

"Fuck, L..." Your head flies back and rests off the edge of the couch.

His hands wrap around your waist to pull your cunt closer towards him, a smirk on his lips as he drags his tongue down to your drooling core. So lost in your pleasure and loud cries, you don't hear a door open behind you.

Light stands there dumbfounded, holding a stack of documents he'd been dragging around for the past half hour searching for L. He's at an angle where he can see the back of couch where your head thrashes and just barely the side, where he can see your thighs around L's distinctive hair.

His mouth goes dry as you let out a whine. His brain goes crazy between what would make him seem less like Kira and desire for you. For once, the human part of him wins and he takes a step further into the room, slowly closing the door.

He tentatively walks in farther, placing the papers on a table and forgetting about them as he gets closer. At this point he can see your breasts from how deeply your back is arched and L's face buried in your pussy, your legs shaking terribly on his shoulders.

Light stops where he is, a mere few feet away and watches as L pleasures you the way he's dreamed of. Then his breathing stops too, when L's eyes shoot from your face to his. Light waits for screaming commence, to get kicked out and locked in a cell for being a pervert.

But that doesn't happen. L's mouth curves into a amused grin on your clit and lets Light see his tongue flick your clit eagerly. Your whole body is covered in a blush blossoming from where L's fluffy, black hair is. Then you start to make this beautiful, ethereal sound.

Goosebumps appear on your legs and your hands reach between them to tug on L's hair. You sound needy, desperate, pathetic. Light itches to move, to take over. He wants to be the one making you sound like you've reached heaven.

But when he sees the way L is looking at him, he knows that if he wasn't already crossing boundaries, he surely would be then.

So he watches as your chest rises and doesn't fall. He watches he your thighs squeeze infinitely tight and your hands tug hard. He watches as everything tenses and then releases as your cunt gushes all over L with the prettiest sound ever falling from your lips.

There's a beat as you collapse and catch your breath, eyes closed as your shoulders slump in. L slowly pulls his head from you and kisses your thigh.

Then he turns to Light and says, "Would you like to give it a try?"

[problromantic]

So I think we're all in agreement that L would be the type of yandere that prefers subtle manipulation. But what I don't see enough is the fact that L is stupid rich (he has the ability to make 60 million a year on stocks alone when accounting for inflation, I did the math but I hate math so you're not seeing my work) and he would use that to his advantage. And I'm not talking about money he could use to keep his beloved trapped or make sure whatever crimes he commits are left unseen (though push comes to shove that might be the case).

I mean that L gets very generous to build a rapport with his sweetheart.

Imagine that they have a go fund me, a small business, they're a small streamer or they do independent sex work online. One day they're suddenly getting massive amounts of money. If it's a platform where interaction is encouraged he comments just a little paired with that money, just enough to make them wonder why or how. And he keeps at it until the interactions are normal, until the object of his affections can't help but drop their guard a little. That's his in and he has the patience to wait for it to all seem natural as he slowly guides them towards an online friendship. Until it gets to the point he's offering to buy them anything they could want and they start to feel a bit indebted to him. He starts to test the boundaries but only ever to keep them safe, comfortable, and to know every single thing about them. Though he knows he has to hide that last part.

And don't they want to go on a trip? To meet up? (So he can see them in person finally and keep love bombing them.) He knows he looks a bit odd in person but he's still being friendly in his way. He just wants them to grow attached to him and learn it's okay to be completely dependant on him. He's fully aware it's wrong, but what he'll have to do if it doesn't work is much more uncomfortable for them (he has to; he won't be satisfied with his life if he doesn't). So in the end he finds it hard to care. Especially if they enjoy it.

[rinneroraito]

muLtitasking

Work and pleasure don't mix, or do they? NSFW L x Female reader, 2K+ words, no protection

It's one of those nights for L ever since he has experienced you. Sure, it wasn't something he really sought out before, but there was the afterglow and the evident feeling of his mind being refreshed after a good session with you that he had come to appreciate the benefits of sex. He needs a quick reset, and he's quite sure you'll help him with it. Hopping off of his swivel chair, he makes his way to your side of the office.

"Y/N come with me, please,” He briefly glances at the other Task Force Members who were going about with their own duties. "I require your assistance."

You were in the middle of organizing files and have been looking for an excuse to get away from the boring menial task so as soon as L calls you out, you don't even care that some of the folders fall off the table when you leave your desk. He needed your assistance, and you knew exactly what he meant.

His lips find yours immediately after the door to his room closes. L holds your face close with both of his hands, palms flush against your cheeks, fingers caressing the outlines of your jaw, the underside of your ear. It’s something he had grown comfortable doing ever since you started being intimate with each other. You notice the faint taste of black tea on his tongue as the kiss grows deeper and then he suddenly pulls back, wide piercing eyes full of want gazing at you.

"My apologies for immediately starting, I haven't even asked properly yet. Would you like to have se-"

"Yes," you reply, cutting him off, feeling your cheeks burn from the blood rushing to your face. "Yes, I would like to. You don’t have to ask every time, silly."

“I know, but obtaining your consent every time is of paramount importance to me.”

“Alright… I mean, it is hot when you ask,” you reach out to rake the strands of hair on his forehead before settling your hand on his cheek. Despite the deep shadows under his eyes and his gaunt features, he was still extremely attractive. L closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm, god, you loved looking at him. You notice that his cheeks are slightly flushed. Seems like you weren’t the only one whose blood was rushing to places.

"Very well, thank you for indulging me," he answers, smiling slightly as he leads you to the bed.

After a few more kisses your clothes come away and L finds himself under you as you straddle him. He has openly expressed how he liked this arrangement because seeing you grind while on top of him was "a very stimulating experience" and "increases enjoyment by a factor of 90%" as he says. You dive into the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing firmly on his chest as you plant gentle kisses along the length of his throat. The feeling teases a sigh out of him that quickly turns into a hiss the moment your tongue starts making contact with his skin.

"Th-that feels.... Good," he says almost breathlessly, his hands firm on your hips as you gently edge your drenched pussy along his hardening cock. 

“You like that?”

"Y-yes, keep going… please…"

He's very vocal when you have sex, extremely appreciative, always telling you what feels good for him and also always making sure you feel good, too, when it's his turn to pleasure you. It's something you liked a lot about him, you never have to guess because he'll just tell you.

L writhes against the irresistible invitation of your wet cunt, finding just the right angle to take you in. He struggles at this for a bit because you've started digging your teeth lightly into his neck. You’re filling his senses right now and for a moment he considers that you might be all he needs, your touch, your scent, your taste. The way your mouth set fire on his skin, your fingers traversing the length of his arms, the way your hair caressed him as it fell over your faces and the faint scent of your shampoo. It’s addicting, you were addicting. The sensations are becoming unbearable at this point and he just wants to bury himself inside you where it's hot and wet and fills his head with something other than cases to be solved.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"You don't need to say it, L just ah-"

Your sentence gets caught in your breath as he bucks into you, sheathing himself right at the hilt. There's a self-satisfied smile on his face when you look down at him as you straighten yourself away from his neck. He continues to stare at you when he pulls himself out and pushes himself back in, relishing in how easy it was for him to just sink himself inside you because of your sopping wetness, basking in the way your eyelids flutter and face contorted in pleasure.

"You f-feel... Incredible... Keep your eyes open for me, alright?"

"G-god, you’re… Haahn… Cheeky," you respond as his pace starts to pick up and you steady yourself on your arms.

Then, amidst the throes of passion within his dimly lit room, a blaring sound breaks. His ring tone.

There's evident annoyance on his face as he hears his phone. Could there have been something he has forgotten? Or maybe it's an important update? He halts from his motions and reaches down to the side of the bed where his jeans were, taking out his phone and an earpiece.

"Excuse me, it's Watari, I'll be needing to take this call."

"Oh, okay. Would you like me to get off of you?"

"No, just stay quiet for me," he presses the screen to his smartphone to take the call, places it right next to his head on the pillow and wears the earpiece on his right ear.

"Watari, talk to me." His grip returns to your waist, keeping you in place. Work was important, but so were getting you to finish. And since you’ve already started, L figured multitasking would be a good choice.

Your eyes widened as he resumed thrusting himself up into you while he conversed with his handler.

"That's good to know. Have you asked about how they'll be documenting it?"

His dark eyes stay on you as you bring a hand up to squeeze your mouth shut, his pace increasing. Was L really fucking you while talking about an important update in the investigation? Dear god, it's taking all of your concentration not to let a sound out. Your moans are converted into sharp exhales and he looks up at you, severely entertained by the state you were in.

"I advice that a camera should be on each prisoner as they write each other's name, also I might need to think up of a specific hmm," he hums softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels you clenching around his cock, "gesture for them to do to for further proof that it is indeed the pages from the notebook that executes them."

Seeing him get distracted for a moment instills some mischief in you and you lean down towards him, kissing his lips briefly before your tongue sought out his neck again. 

“Two can play that game,” you purr directly into his left ear before licking the shell-like structure of his helix.

L's breath caught in his throat as he listened to Watari's reply on the other end. He hears you giggling softly, his hold growing firmer around your hips as he thrusted himself deeper into you.

"Good. Could you please confirm which UN officials will be present for the viewing?"

The saltiness of his sweat fills your tongue as you slide it firmly along the groove of his neck. You could feel him struggle to keep his composure, his motions becoming erratic.

"Well," he exhales a quiet and ragged sigh before he continues speaking. "Kindly resend the invitation citing how extremely important their presence would be for the viewing. It is for their benefit also. We're going to need as many of the representatives if not all of them," his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself together, feeling your teeth graze the sensitive length of his throat. "To witness the notebook's capabilities. Yes, they can send a proxy, as long as there’s a representative."

It was honestly, extremely hot how L's still able to speak in his usual monotone and complete sentences even while you were in the midst of fornication. You trail your tongue further up his neck, into his ear again where you nibbled on his earlobe. He swallows a groan back as he feels your warm breath and mouth on his ear, his hips continuing to buck into you.

"Alright. Call me again when the rest of the representatives respond and the schedule is confirmed. Thank you."

The call ends and you whisper into his ear.

"Y-you're a menace, L..."

"Says the person who, ahn, made it more challenging for me to speak," he replies, his thrusts faster. "I could, mmh, feel that you were enjoying it as much as I was, you were, haah, contracting around me every time I spoke..."

You lean away from L's neck to look at him, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and glassy, mouth hanging open as he draws a breath every time he pumps his cock into your dripping pussy. He’s an electrifying mess right now, and the sight of him is enough to get you close to coming undone.

"Y-you're just so-oh, hot,” you manage to whimper out, muscles straining. His thrusts were desperate now, too, fingers digging into your sides. “F-fuck... L... coming..."

"Me too…” he cranes his neck forward to you, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. “K-kiss me right now, please..."

You meet his lips again in a heated kiss, tongues lapping each other up as he practically lifts himself off the bed to plunge himself into you as deep as he could go. Your moans are muffled into his mouth, knuckles turning white as you squeeze the pillowcase around his head, toes curling on his bedsheet as you feel him pulse right inside you filling you up, your walls contracting around him. L groans heavily into your lips, arms now wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost seemed like you were a part of him that he needed so he could keep himself together. You shudder into each other, savoring every second of blissful release.

A string of saliva connects you both briefly as you pull away and he eases himself back down on the bed, arms keeping you tethered to him, breathy sighs filling the corners of his room as your nerves lull into composure.

"I might need more than one round to clear my head,” He says after a few seconds of catching his breath. “I'm still thinking of work for some reason."

"No shit, Sherlock, you just took a call. So much for mixing work and pleasure."

“Ah, well, I didn’t want to interrupt what we had already started. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it? And you enjoyed yourself, too.”

“Good god, you’re impossible.” 

L chuckles briefly at your statement, a sound he seemed to reserve only for moments with you. Smiling down at him you take his phone from where he set it on his pillow and hand it to him.

"Don't take any more calls for the night, as much as that was extremely exciting earlier, it's not safe for work," you say, reaching for the earpiece on his ear and dropping it off to where his jeans were.

"Ooh, word play."

You share a quiet laughter as he manipulates the settings on his phone. He then tosses it to the side and invites you to kiss him again by pressing your back down towards him. He was still laughing when your lips met, so instead of kissing him deeper, you pepper his face with kisses instead. There was this giddy feeling beyond the afterglow that he couldn’t place yet but as you held his face in your hands and continued to peck his cheeks with your lips, all he knew was that this was a moment he needed. And that you, in all that you were, desired him just as much as he did.

[fullofmoss]

Imagine Dating L and rolling over in the middle of the night to ask him who orchestrated the Kennedy assassination.

[badsweetangel]

Foolish (Death note x reader)

How do they react if your comments are not so useful?

L x reader, Mello x reader, Matt x reader, Near x reader

Warnings: Nothing, really

L

He is certainly quite irritable. He could feel overly nervous when someone did or said something out of place. Regardless of the fact that he felt a certain weakness towards you, he did not show it and nor would he do so in front of other people. You were there for a reason, deep down, the others knew that maybe you were there simply because he wanted it that way and nothing more. Suddenly, you said something, something without thinking in the middle of an important discussion. He just stared at you, with that typical serious face, but with some irritation. That alone was enough to silence you. You knew that perhaps the others could be just as irritated, however, when someone finally dared to suggest that you go out, he looked at them, without saying anything. No one else ever said anything bad to you.

Mello

Yes, show more emotions. Perhaps the hardest about it, he was busy and had a lot to do. You didn't help when you started judging some of his actions. He just rudely told you to shut up and left. He tends to yell a little, in fact. You used to give too many opinions for his liking and he actually considered that he was in charge. Once the anger had passed, he simply strokes your hair and says it was a difficult day.

Matt

Quite carefree, actually. He simply will not take into account comments that he does not believe to be true. You'll say something, he'll mutter and change the subject. Yes, he might get a little irritated, but he'll get over it easily. It's the best you have.

Near

If he's in the middle of an investigation it could be pretty frivolous. He won't disrespect you, but he will tell you that you are wrong and he will give you an explanation for it. Just like that, you can't even deduce that he cares about you from that response. Even if you say a lot of inappropriate comments, he will keep you there and that says a lot.

[akixxsstuff]

Monster

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

Fluff // Angst // One shot

Summary: You and your boyfriend L get your hands on a lie detector test and decide to mess around with it during a date night. L is hooked up first and you ask him what his biggest fear is.

"What's your biggest fear?" you ask.

L pasues for a moment.

"Monsters. Especially ones who lie, their cunning and pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I was to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by them... because in truth, I am that monster".

(Actual quote from L).

The lie detector remains still, there was no change in heart beat, breathing or sweat levels. L was telling the truth.

"You are cunning, very cunning and because of that you're afraid of other liars because as one, you know how far they'll go to manipulate. You lie because you don't see anything wrong with it because you've repressed emotions like love and empathy. You've been isolated your whole life so you haven't had the chance to learn how to love".

"But you do have a strong understanding of why and how others feel since you constantly put yourself in the shoes of criminals, you can't predict their next move without determining how they feel".

"You didn't have to date me to learn the various ways you could take advantage of me, so why be with me? Now all that you can gain from our relationship is love, so why would you be with me if you didn't care about love?".

"We've been together for almost three years now and you've really changed. You're more upfront with your emotional needs, you've become more giving and are now brave enough to explore intimacy".

"Maybe you were a monster before, but I know you aren't anymore. I'm 100 percent sure if it".

L slowly raises from his chair and places his hand on your cheek, lovingly stroking it with his thumb. Tears were now trickling down his face, this was the first time you've seen L cry. He then collapses into your lap and starts sobbing.

You spent the last three years searching for L's heart and finally managed to find it despite how deep it was within him. You had now completely ripped it out of his chest which is something L's hands never had the strength to do.

"I-I...I" L chokes, "You're so precious too me, I can't believe...thank you for saving me, for loving me. I don't d-deserve you Y/N".

"Lawliet..." You softy quiver.

"I understand if you say no...but trust me when I say that I'll never ask anyone else this question" L says looking up at you.

"Tell me baby" you coo with tears welling up.

"Marry me... please...I never want... Please don't ever leave me" L cries.

"I would only leave a monster".

[heyheydidjaknow]

I don’t know if you’re still taking regular asks, but do you think L would have a “type” physically? Like a certain body type, hair color, etc. he’d be attracted to/more attracted to than others? Sorry if you’ve already been asked this, or aren’t taking regular asks, just ignore and have a nice day!

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this in the past but I’m generally anti answering asks that involve saying X character’s type is Y because I feel as though that defeats the point of this being wish fulfillment. That said, I will say what clothes he would appreciate on a significant other more than others because I did something similar with Mello and thus it counts in my mind as fair game. Simply put, the more comfortable you look, the better; he can appreciate a classically beautiful outfit as much as the next person— and obviously there are occasions where you have to dress nicer than what would be typical— but he likes you best in loungewear because it makes it clear to him personally that you don’t feel the need to look particularly good for him, that you feel comfortable with him seeing you as you basically are. He likes you however you come, but if he had to choose, that’s what he’d want you in.

[chuulyssa]

coffee? (l lawliet)

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

★ COUNT ─ 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay!"

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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@nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

[mguvmii]

HIIIII can i pretty please have L with a s/o that is totally the opposite of him? Like more childish dense clumsy and all that stuff

Please delete/ignore if you won’t do it thank you! <3

🗯️ 𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳 : 𝖫 𝖫𝖠𝖶𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖳 .!

-> 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝗁𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!

-> 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗒 & 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗇 𝗌/𝗈, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.

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🪷 𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓 • ୨ ࣪ ✶

- I would just like to start off by saying no one would know about L's and yours relationship. It's for safety reasons and L doesn't want people to gawk at him.

- Now , IF the task force somehow DID find out about your secret relationship , their first question is: how the hell did you manage to attract L?

- It's not in a bad way! It's just...well... you're the exact opposite of him , in every way. Whereas L is calm and mature , you're more scattered and child-like.

- your behavior is not like Misa's. It doesn't annoy people , but you find humor in every situation , you makes jokes and laugh at the dumbest things because it brings you joy. Not only that , but you're so oblivious and dense sometimes it makes L sigh.

- yes this includes being clumsy. You have two left feet and can practically trip on air most of the time. It's gotten to the point where L doesn't try to catch you everytime now. Instead he reminds you to be careful. He’s had to have Watari and himself patch you up a lot. 

- despite being total opposites, L is fond of you. 

(side note: Most people hc him as aromantic and not capable of love, but I don’t think so. I believe that while he’s not an ideal lover, he’s not incapable of loving someone else. He’s not the type to take you on dates or romance you. He won’t kiss you a lot. Rather, his way of showing love is act of service and quality time. His work comes first too, but he has room to make for you - he had to learn to balance work and you. He won’t tell you he loves you, but you just know from the way he does things for you.) 

- Generally, a person like you won’t be L’s exact type I don’t think, but somehow you’ve managed to win him over. He finds your child-like wonder and humor refreshing. In a workplace where everyone is mature and responsible, it can get pretty dull which is why he loves you so much. 

- You’re not afraid to make a joke, or chuckle whenever someone says something and you take it out of context. It makes L smile from time to time. Now, you weren’t childish all the time, not at all. When time called for it, you were just as mature and responsible as everyone else in the room, a trait L also loves you for. You balance it out well. 

- If and when he’s in a good mood, he will indulge you in your childish behavior- making a few jokes with you , or making a funny thing out of food to show you just so he’d hear you laugh. In a way, L is also childish so it’s not hard to adapt to your behavior. You kind of feed into his childish side and vice versa. 

- You pull pranks on Matsuda with L’s help. The both of you find it funny and it breaks the tension. 

_ When it comes to other things though, you are so dense it hurts. There was one time where no one knew you and L were in a relationship, so Matsuda tried to hit on you and asked you out. It didn’t go well at all. 

“So a/n! (alias name) I was...just wondering since I’m free and have nothing to do, you’d like to do something with me?” 

“hm? do what? Why don’t you do something with someone else?” 

“...A/n I-I’m trying to say I like you.” 

“Thank you Matsuda. I like you too!” 

“Really?!” 

“Yes I like everyone on the task force.” 

“...” (cue L smirking behind some papers) 

- So yes, you are dense, and oblivious.  

- Though you can protect yourself, L feels the need to protect you himself, especially with Kira and Light being with him. 

- It’s subtle too so the other doesn’t catch on- being the barrier between you and Light when you three walk together, brushing his hand against your waist to hold you steady etc...

- so yes despite being opposites , L loves you and all of your childish tendencies.