#death note fic

[ryukzakiii]

distraction ⭑ l. lawliet

summary: during a late night working on the kira case with L, his distractions become too overpowering and the two of you decide to blow off some steam.

( part 2 here ! )

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!! this gets a little filthy actually. virgin!L, praise, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), L is needy as hell, also he swears like 3 times i think so

authors note: hiiii this isn’t proofread and it’s 4am enjoy

smut under the cut‼️

every night working with you was a long one. in the beginning it was because, try as he might, L could not seem to get you to remember the simplest things you were supposed to do to help him out. you’d forget how many sugars he took in his tea, or forget where you had filed something away the night before, whatever it was it always got on L’s nerves.

not like he could say something to you, he was always fearful that he would hurt your feelings or that you would think he was much more upset than he really was, and that would impact your work.

nowadays however, now that your working together was no longer a new thing and the both of you had gotten into more of a routine, L began to attribute the long nights to simply one thing, you.

he wasn’t sure exactly why, but he found himself distracted from the task at hand most nights of the week, usually thinking instead about how nice it is that you help him out with so much and how enjoyable it is to work with somebody as smart as you. right now in particular though, he was realizing just the reason you were becoming such a distraction.

thanks to his crunched posture, you were blissfully unaware of the growing distraction that laid underneath the zipper of his jeans.

when you’d first joined him that evening, the sight of you descending from your room adorned in pyjamas that left alarmingly little to the imagination, only being aided by a knit cardigan left hanging open, a sudden pulse shot through his body and left L truly praying you couldn’t see the tent forming in his pants. it wasn’t as if L didn’t realize before how attractive you are, but things like that had never affected him the way they were now.

if she would just button up that sweater. maybe then i’d be able to get some work done.

“hellooo?” the sweet sound of your voice interrupted his thoughts, “ryuzaki, did you hear a word i just said?”

“er- no, my apologies. what was it you were saying?”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him and stood as you spoke again, “i said, i’m going to make another tea. do you want anything?”

just to make this throbbing go away so i can get back to work. “no, thank you. hurry back though will you? i’m not getting through this as quickly as i’d like to so i’ll need as much of your help as i can get.”

he watched you hurry out of the room to make your tea and tried hard not to take notice of how little the back of your shorts covered or the sway in your hips as you walked. he placed a hand over his clothed erection and allowed his head to fall back onto the chair, a quick sigh escaping him at the accidental friction.

his few moments of solace came to an end quickly when you came back into the room, giving him little time to sit up and readjust before you took your seat in the chair next to him. almost immediately you scooted over closer and held out a closed fist in front of him, “give me your hand.”

L stretched his hand out underneath yours, a small wrapped candy falling into his palm.

“i grabbed one for you from the bowl in the kitchen.” you said as you unwrapped one of your own.

he watched carefully as the candy brushed your lips before you gently placed it on your tongue, his breathing steadily becoming more heavy and intense and he could feel every pump of blood circulating through his veins, “thank you.”

“are you alright? you look a little flushed. i can turn down the heat if you want, i did turn it up a bit a little while ago.” you started to stand.

“no!” the tips of his ears began to burn with embarrassment as he quickly stood in her place, urging her back into her chair so she wouldn’t be able to see anything, “uh- no, thank you. you just sat back down, i can get it.”

L tried to steady his breathing on the walk over to the thermostat, taking this time with his back turned to attempt to shift his erection in a way it would go unseen. hesitating to turn back around, he scurried back over to his chair with his head down and hoped to whatever god might be listening that you didn’t get a chance to see.

god, how unprofessional. if she noticed, our professional relationship will be tarnished indefinitely and she’d never trust me again. not that i would really blame her, i mean how would that seem, she’s alone at night with her boss and he’s sporting an erection.

unfortunately for L, you had noticed, you actually had noticed back when you got up to get your tea but you weren’t sure if you were just fantasizing imagining things. you were sure of what you saw on his strange walk back to his seat.

while he was lost in his own worry, L failed to notice you moving your chair so your arms were practically touching until he felt you peering in front of him.

he snapped his head back, “what are you doing?”

“just looking at what you’ve got over here. if you weren’t hogging it the whole time i wouldn’t have to invade your space.”

L clutched his knees closer to his chest, at the point of being unable to hide his unsteady and shallow breaths. he wasn’t sure what to do, or what to say to get out of the position he was now in to decide what happened next.

you turned around to look at him, presumably asking him something about what you’d just read. he tried to hear you, he really did, but over his pounding heartbeat and mind full of thoughts all he could do was watch your mouth move in what felt like slow motion.

“i’m sorry, can you please say that again?” he could barely hear his own muffled words. you were so close to him and he could see directly down your top from where he was sat, not that it helped much that you were leaned directly into his eye-line.

you placed your hand on his knee and he thought he was going to throw his stomach up, “i just asked what you thought about these men from the yotsuba group. ryuzaki, seriously is everything okay?”

he wanted to answer but before he could even try you spoke again, “maybe you need to put the case down for a while, y’know, blow off some steam.”

finally, he looked you in the eye, “please forgive me.”

before you got a chance to ask what for, both of his hands held your face as he leaned forward, planting a hesitant but desperate kiss on your lips. he was sure that the moment he pulled away, your involvement in this case and his life was going to crumble in front of him.

to his surprise, he barely had a second to take a breath before you were gripping onto his shirt and pulling him back in. every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, you were practically on top of him and he couldn’t help but try and pull you in closer, reaching for your jaw and your waist and practically anything he could get his hands on. his body was moving by itself and solely on instinct, making him feel a little self conscious about if he was doing the right things. his mind was soon put at ease when he felt his arms fall slack and your weight shift over him, the closer you got the better. you pulled away just slightly to take a breath and his legs fell to a normal position, hurriedly kissing you again and hoping you would just understand and sit down so he didn’t have to try and speak right now.

“ryuzaki—“

“L.” he interjected, “please i— please call me L. just here.”

you smiled, “L, are you sure this is alright?”

“one hundred percent.” his hands still holding onto your waist for dear life, you held his face with yours as you closed the small gap that remained between the two of you. he let out a small, involuntary groan when he felt your thighs press around his hips, “i’m going to need some guidance here, as i’m sure you’ve guessed this isn’t something i have any prior experience with.”

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you.” gently, you began to grind down on him, earning a deep sigh from L and his hands making their way from your waist down to your hips, using his white-knuckled grip to help you slowly along.

“that- that feels incredible. y/n- please i don’t know if i can hold out.” his cheeks were flushed bright red—probably the most colour you’d ever seen on his face—and he looked down to where the only things standing in his way was his jeans and those godforsaken pyjama shorts you wore, “not that i want to go quickly through this, in fact that’s less than ideal it’s just— this is getting rather painful. i need— shit, can i please, you know.”

to put him out of his misery, you hushed him with a kiss and got to work on undoing the button on his pants. you’d barely gotten it undone when his hands pushed yours out of the way, pushing both his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

you were glad you were already sitting down. not that you were expecting to be disappointed by the size of course, but just seeing it now made you feel a little nervous. drool nearly threatened to escape your mouth before you snapped back into it, making a mental note that you would have to do that another time.

L looked up to you, one hand pushing your shorts to the side trying not to cum right there when he realized you hadn’t been wearing underwear and the other slowly stroking himself, awaiting your approval.

the look on his usually-blank face would’ve been enough to make anybody weak, “L, please.”

he wasted no time in lifting your hips up and pushing himself in, pausing after just the tip to breathe and calm himself down. you could feel his hands trembling during his failed attempt to keep his composure, opting to ease yourself onto him instead.

he let out a shaky breath that caught in his throat when you’d fully sat back down. you yourself were trying to breathe through the intense feelings already taking over your whole body, you weren’t even sure you’d be able to take him fully, and now that you had you felt more full than you ever had in your life.

“let me know when it’s okay to move,” you whispered by his ear, “we’ll go as slow as you need.”

his hands returned to their spot on your hips, “dear god, move.”

you started off slow, his cock only coming out about an inch or two before pushing right back in. his head was spinning, you were invading his every sense. all he could smell was your shampoo, the taste of the candy you’d eaten still remaining both of your tongues. all he wanted to do was show you what he was feeling. he didn’t have the words to even begin to try and explain it. as if they had a mind of their own, his hips began to meet your movements, quickly picking up in speed and overtaking your control.

“fuck! that’s it— L, please.” you couldn’t say much more than that, every word being punctuated with a hushed moan, but the praise drove him crazy. any hesitation he’d had before was forgotten about, and he let his instincts take over. after all, he’d learned to always trust his instincts, why would now be any different?

he knew he wasn’t going to last very long, yet he couldn’t help pushing your hips down to meet his thrusts, hitting your g-spot with every one and making you practically cry out. if it weren’t for the quiet chants of ‘please’ he’d have thought you really were crying.

you could feel your orgasm approaching soon, and as if like he could read your mind L lifted a hand to push your shirt up above your chest and dipped his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking so gently compared to the harshness of his cock.

your arms wrapped around his head, hands tugging at the roots of his hair which earned you a deep groan into your chest. with every thrust you were getting closer and closer, his mouth having moved on to kiss your neck with the same desperation he’s harboured since the first time.

“i’m so close, god please don’t stop. —feels so good.” you begged, throat dry and still panting and holding his hair for dear life.

“fuck,” he began losing the rhythm he had been trying to keep to, “i’m— i’m going to orgasm. i need you, please.”

his hips started to stutter as he reached his peak, panting and whining into your ear and wrapping his arms tightly around your back. the feeling of you coming undone and squeezing around him just made it that much more intense, his face felt so hot he buried it into the crook of your neck.

by the time both of your movements had come to a halt, he was laying back in the chair clutching onto you, head still held tightly to your chest and cock beginning to go soft inside you. L never wanted to move.

the embarrassment and nervousness was slowly returning and he felt his cheeks get hot again, so he tried to focus on the sweet smell of your shampoo that engulfed him to calm himself.

after a few long, perfect minutes, you broke the silence, “was that okay?”

“that was amazing.” his head remained tucked into your neck, “i’m sorry if i wasn’t very good at it, and that i couldn’t last any longer.”

“don’t be ridiculous, L it was fantastic. we’ll have plenty of time to build up your stamina if you really want to.”

and just like that at the thought that this could happen to him more than once, he felt the blood rush back into his cock and you suddenly remembered something you’d wanted to do earlier.

“why don’t you let me show you how good you made me feel, huh?”

#l lawliet x reader #l lawliet #l lawliet smut #l lawliet fanfiction #l lawliet fanfic #death note smut #death note fic #death note

[gh0stbeeee]

First chapter of my silly death note and h2o just add water crossover, please r&r u3u it would make me very happy

#death note #h2o just add water #dn x h2o #dn x h2o jaw #h2o jaw #light yagami #l lawliet #misa amane #lawlight #yagamane #HEALTHY YAGAMANE #lawmane #lawlightmane #they are a throuple #stuff has changed #merman l #merman light #mermaid misa #light x misa x l #l x misa #light x misa #l x light #death note au #death note fic #fic

[cat3ch1sm]

⚰️~ hello, everyone- i am back! thank you all for your patience and support<3 i apologize to all those who have requests pending, i have resumed work on them now. :) here are some death note headcanons, enjoy!

・┆✦ʚ🤍ɞ✦ ┆・ slight nsfw, gn!reader

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜/𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨!

light yagami

ᥫ᭡ he enjoys the quiet and also admires how independent you are. light isn’t a fan of overly bubbly and emotional people, so you’re just what he needs

~ however, sometimes it is a little annoying when you hardly react to things he has strong feelings about

~ he doesn’t see your expression change at all very often, so when you smile one of your rare smiles it does make him happy. if light is just in one of those moods he might tease you a little to try and make you lose your composure by kissing or touching you unexpectedly. and while you do have a hell of a poker face, he loves seeing the color gradually stain your cheeks.

l lawliet

ᰔᩚ l obviously isn’t that sociable and finds it difficult to talk to people, and having a partner is new to him. sometimes it can be a little overwhelming, so he’s glad you never push him to talk to you too much and you aren’t super dependent.

~ he does find you mildly intimidating sometimes- your sense of sarcasm has sent more than a few people home in tears

~ the only thing is that sometimes when the two of you are alone, l mistakes the silence for tension. your body language and facial expression are just really cold and uninviting sometimes (though of course you don’t mean it). so he’ll ask out of the blue if you’re alright or if you need anything.

near

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 i don’t think near would mind your personality at all. he’s probably the most similar to you out of all of the guys mentioned here. anyway, he’s very focused on his work, so having a low-maintenance s/o is good for him. don’t get me wrong though, near still treats you right when you need to be :D

~ one day, though, experimentally, i think near would randomly put a strand of hair on top of your head when you sit next to each other. just to see how you’d react. chances are he’d get little to no reaction, and just for fun, he’d do these little things to see if you would acknowledge them. although you’re hard to crack, he’d get a noticeable reaction whenever he touched you or told you sweet things like “i love you” or “you’re beautiful/handsome.” so he’d definitely start doing that type of stuff more.

mello

♡ ̆̈ okay ngl i feel like an emotionless, stony s/o wouldn’t go well with mello. he’s already got a ton of shit going on in his life, so coming back to a completely blank face and no warm greeting from you might not be the best. mello really needs some sort of tranquilizer, someone who balances his storm with the sun. you definitely wouldn’t be that😭 i can see him possibly getting aggressive when you don’t react to something the way he wants you to. he’s just so angry and you’re stony and unreadable. it would make mello mad that you aren’t as fiery as he is about the things he’s passionate about, and you would probably grow tired quickly of the aggression. you’re the type to just one day walk out and not tell him anything. you’re both a problem here ☠️

matt

‹𝟹 matt is the total opposite of you- outgoing, funny, mischievous. that said, it’s in his nature to want to try and melt the wall of ice that seems to surround you constantly.

~ he’s constantly making corny jokes and using cheesy pick-up lines on you simply to get a reaction. matt also takes advantage of the fact that you’re his s/o and teases you way too much with the touching, kissing you randomly on the lips or neck or pulling you down onto his lap. he rarely gets a big reaction from you (unless you’re in bed 😀) but matt always notices when your breathing speeds up and the barely audible moans that escape your lips.

~ he’s also kinda like that one sibling who walks into your room just to throw something at you and walk out like nothing happened. matt loves to randomly put his clothes on your head, like even if it’s just some random sweater he’ll just drop it on your head to see you swipe it off and cast him a resentful look. sometimes though, even with his stupid jokes, he’ll earn a smile from you here and there, which never fail to make his day.

#anime #l lawliet #mello death note #death note headcanons #light yagami x reader #l x reader #l lawliet x reader #mello x reader #near x reader #matt death note smut #near death note smut #death note imagines #dn headcanons #light x reader #light x reader smut #nate rivers x reader #mihael keehl #l x reader smut #matt x reader smut #death note fic #light yagami x you #l x you #near x reader death note #mello x you #mello x reader smut #death note memes #near x you

[laaawliet]

L/Yagami Light | Beyond Birthday & L | death note | teen & up audiences | 13k | complete | canon divergence, yagami light is kira, post yotsuba arc, minor violence, angst, mutual pining, pining yagami light, non-chronological

When the mass murderer known as Kira started targetting criminals, it was only a matter of time until he found Beyond Birthday, the culprit behind the LABB Murders case. L, the world's greatest detective, made a choice: take B out of prison, delete all information that could show his name or his face in all the possible records, and relocate him somewhere safe. Now, years after the Kira case has been closed and Light and L have reached an agreement of sorts, Light stumbles onto the fact L protected a serial killer for his own interest. It's not jealousy to try to find this man and kill him, it's just Kira working to cleanse the world of evil. At least, that's what he tells himself.

excited to share my @dnsecretsanta fill for @beyondbabygirl!!! hope you like this!! this might not have been exactly what you requested, but i hope you enjoy all the same!!

it was a fun challenge to cram 13k words in a week and a half LOL

thanks for the mod for putting this all together!! ♥

#dnsecretsanta23 #death note #lawlight #death note fic #light yagami #l death note #beyond birthday #beyondbabygirl #i am EXHAUSTED but satisfied. it is Done #really hope you like it beyondbabygirl!!! #my fic

[sanb3rry]

hi sann ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა! feeling diabolical, was wondering if you'd be willing to write a ryuk x reader fic where the reader is also obsessed with apples ᡣ𐭩

halloo !!! first ryuk ask ever so i hope i did him justice,,, feel as diabolical as you want as you will be fed !!!!!

you were on the way to the kitchen, excited to get a little snack for the afternoon. a little skip in your steps here and there, it was clear you were cheery as ever.

as you entered, you noticed the shinigami that was living in your house, rent-free (you weren't complaining tho, he was fun to have around), munching on something. a closer inspection will make your very short-lived investigation reach to an end, like anyone with basic knowledge of a shinigami or living with one in your case would know ryuk was one hundred percent eating your apples.

....he was eating your apples? without leaving you any? you will send him back to purgatory and make him regret stepping foot on earth.

"ryuk...have you eaten all of my apples...?" you asked, maintaining your patience. you are a nice person, yes, you are helping light with his plan to make a new world, but you're a nice person.

the shinigami turns around, slowly. "i saved you 5 and a half." he said, you were surprised he even bothered but more than grateful.

you grinned at him, and took an apple. "i'm about to blow your mind." you said, ominously. you took a knife and began cutting the apple slices into apple bunnies.

"tada!" you said as you held one infront of his face.

"a bunny? you humans really are interesting creatures." he observed, you hummed as you fed him a slice before eating one yourself.

"makes them taste better." you smiled, ryuk had decided that he would make you cut most of apples from now on.

© sanb3rry2024

#✿ san's work ! #✿ fluff #✿ san answers ! #— ✿ ooc. #୨ৎ oomfies #death note #death note x reader #death note fluff #death note comfort #death note ryuk #death note ryuk x reader #death note ryuk fluff #death note drabbles #death note ryuk drabble #ryuk x reader #ryuk fluff #ryuk headcanons #ryuk comfort #death note ryuk headcanons #death note fic #death note ryuk comfort

[starreadssstuff]

Sweet detective love - L Lawliet

Warnings- nothing

authors note: GUESS WHAT?!?!? this is a very fluffy fic again because I really cannot help myself and write anything else. I love L so much (even tho I pronounced his last name wrong for the entire time I watched death note) but he's so lovely I just couldn't help it. 

The soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the window created a cozy ambiance in the dimly lit room. You sat across from L, the enigmatic detective who had captured your heart with his brilliant mind and eccentricities. The constant presence of cases and the ever-looming shadow of Kira didn't leave much room for personal matters, but you couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in your chest whenever you were near him.

Today, you had decided to bake some cookies, hoping to brighten L's day with a small gesture of affection. With the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling the room, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you carefully arranged them on a plate. Gathering your courage, you walked over to where L was hunched over, engrossed in his work.

"Um, L?" you called softly, catching his attention. He looked up, his dark, soul-piercing eyes meeting yours.

"Yes, [Y/N]? Is there something you need?" L asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"I... I made some cookies. Would you like one?" you stammered, holding out the plate, trying to keep your hands from shaking.

L's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected offer. He studied your face intently, as if trying to decipher your intentions. Finally, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached out to take one of the cookies.

"Thank you, [Y/N]. I appreciate your thoughtful gesture," L said, his voice laced with genuine warmth. He took a bite, savoring the sweet treat.

Relief washed over you as you watched him enjoy the cookie. Encouraged by his reaction, you decided to take a seat next to him, close enough for your shoulders to brush against each other.

As you worked on your respective tasks, an unspoken connection formed between you. You stole glances at L, admiring his messy hair and the way his eyes sparkled with intelligence. Occasionally, you caught him observing you as well, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

Days turned into weeks, and your small gestures of affection continued. You would leave a cup of his favorite tea next to his laptop, or surprise him with a new book you thought he would enjoy. Each time, he would express his gratitude with a grateful nod or a rare smile.

One rainy afternoon, you found L curled up in his usual spot, engrossed in a book. You had something special planned for today, something that would reveal the depth of your feelings. You approached him cautiously, holding a small, intricately folded paper crane in your hands.

"Hey, L," you said softly, capturing his attention once again. "I made something for you. It's a paper crane."

L's eyes widened with curiosity as he accepted the delicate origami bird from your hands. He examined it carefully, running his fingers along the smooth edges.

"This is... impressive," he remarked, his voice filled with wonder. "Thank you, [Y/N]. I will cherish it."

Encouraged by his response, you plucked up the courage to speak your heart.

"L, there's something I want to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "I've admired you for a long time. Your intelligence, your dedication... everything about you captivates me. I... I've developed feelings for you."

L's eyes widened, surprise evident on his face. He seemed to be at a loss for words, which only added to your nervousness.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a gentle smile spread across L's face. He reached out, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and comforting.

"[Y/N], I never thought anyone would feel this way about me," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude. "Your presence has brought light into my life, and I find myself drawn to you as well."

A rush of happiness overwhelmed you as L's words sank in. You couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with joy.

As the rain continued to fall outside, you found solace in the warmth of L's presence. In that small, secluded room, you realized that love could grow even in the most unexpected places. With each passing day, your bond with L deepened, creating a love story as mysterious and beautiful as the cases you both worked on.

#deathnote #Death note #l lawliet #ryuzaki #shinigami ryuk #light yagami #light #death note fic #l x reader #l x you #l x y/n

[heyheydidjaknow]

I am sick and I am tired but I finished this and that’s what matters. My years of reading this sort of thing have not helped me even a little and while I resent that I am choosing to still use this as a learning moment because you only get better with practice.

There’s sex in this. Just, FYI.

Sleep

Six months.

You looked yourself over in the mirror, smoothing out your clothes. It had been half a year since you had your first date with your boyfriend. The goings had been rough so far, admittedly; having a partner that was never home was a challenge and your friends had all but deemed him to be a figment of your imagination, but you were sure he was real because today was the day you were meant to pick him up from the airport, which was the twenty-sixth of April, six months exactly after that first date.

He was arriving in the afternoon this time after an especially long stretch of no communication—nearly two months-- and in celebration, you had made cake: yellow cake with chocolate buttercream. You had tried adding a “Happy 6 Months” on top, but you were stupid and put it on too early so all the icing melted into a barely legible mess, which was not unexpected but ultimately incredibly disappointing. You knew he would not care even a little bit; taste, after all, is the most important part of any cake, and it tasted like a good box cake, so who were you to say anything?

The drive was dreary—rain—but not unpleasant. There was something nice about it, refreshing; this was the smell of growth. You had grown, you would say, since when you first met; you were certainly more patient than you had been when you first got together, had read more books, had tried to see more things with more people. Ironically, it seemed that your social life had improved since the two of you had gotten together, and for that, you could not be happier. You missed him more than you would like to admit, had hugged pillows and reminisced and all that, but you were not resentful. He had a job. He was busy and important, and if you had to wait a bit to spend time with him, then you would happily embrace the anticipation.

You parked, ran inside. This was the terminal; this was the time. You were ready.

You did not see him, at first. You were looking for black hair; he was wearing a green beanie and a mask and a sweater. When he first approached you, moving usually fast, your first reaction had been to move out of his way before he grabbed your arm and started pulling you along. The first word out of his mouth was, “Walk.”

You looked back at the terminal, expecting someone to be following him. There was not. You followed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” His grip tightened as the two of you began to walk closer in step. His voice was noticeably fragile. “Nothing. Just keep walking.”

You did. Taking the lead, the two of you made your way to the car.

He pulled off his mask as he sat down, face red. He shook out his hair, sniffed, rubbed his nose, stared down at his lap.

You did not start the car.

He folded his legs on the seat, wrapping his hands around his ankles. “How have you been?”

You glanced at him, almost nervous to look at him for too long. “Fine.” You leaned back in your seat as a car drove by. “What’s with the getup?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s warm out and you’re in a sweater and a beanie.”

He sniffed again. “It’s a style.”

“It’s a getup.”

He looked out the window. “It’s comfortable.”

You took the neckline of the sweater, gently tugging him towards you. He did not resist, head leaning against your shoulder as you pulled him into a one-armed hug. “You were crying. Why were you crying?”

He wrapped his arms around your neck, shifting so that he was leaning over the center console. “It’s nothing.” His voice was soft. “I promise, it’s nothing.”

He lied to you a lot. He was not particularly good at it, but he sure did try.

You leaned away from him, running your fingers through his hair—greasy—so it would go back to where it normally sat. “You don’t have to tell me right now.” You kissed him on the forehead, settling back into your seat. “Just know that if you need to, I’m here, alright?”

He folded his legs again, nodded. “I will.” He sniffed one last time, exhaled sharply, and looked back at you. “How have you been?”

“Same as always.” You started out of your spot. “My friends are starting to think you aren’t real, though.”

He snickered. “What a horrible thing to do, lie to your friends. How could you?”

“It’s hard to look at myself in the morning,” you sighed dramatically. “But we can’t all be saints, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately.”

This sort of menial conversation went on for quite some time as the two of you caught back up to speed. He was oddly closed-lipped about it this time around. It was not atypical for him to skimp out on details regarding his work, but he usually at least told you the basics: the type of climate in which he was staying, how his room was, whether the food was any good, how Watari was doing. This was not for lack of interest; you tried to ask him at least enough so you could form a mental image of what he might have been up to, but whenever you asked his answers were frustratingly vague; what little you could tell is that his room was hot and the internet was spotty, which did not narrow where he was down.

The two of you got home. He dropped his bag by the door, and before you even had the chance to properly step inside, he was on you, arms wrapped around your waist and face in the crook of your neck.

You did not say anything, kicking the door closed and stroking his head. “What, miss me?”

He nodded silently, grip around you tightening.

“I made cake.” You nodded at the kitchen. “You want cake?”

He nodded again.

“The cake is in the kitchen,” you stressed. “Which means we need to walk to the kitchen.”

He let out a quiet groan.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s five steps, you big baby. You can do it.”

He did not move.

You sighed in inflated exasperation. “I can’t carry you, you know; you’re too heavy.”

“I love you.” His fingers gripped the back of your shirt, voice muffled. “I love you more than cake.”

You felt heat creep up your neck. “You do?”

He nodded. “I do. You’re warm.”

“You’re weird.” You furrowed your brow. “Are you sick or something?”

“No.” You felt him smile. “You might be, though; you feel like you have a fever.”

Your voice raised. “You be quiet.” You huffed. “And here I was, making a cake in the early morning like a psychopath for you. You suck.”

“Not yet I don’t.”

“Shut up or I go without you.”

Reluctantly, he pulled away letting you actually enter the apartment before locking the door. “You’re very cold today.” He wrapped his arms around your arm, offering you more mobility.

“I’m not.” You headed to the kitchen. “You’re just weirdly touchy. When was the last time you slept?”

He considered it. “A week ago.”

You took a knife from a drawer. “And the last time you had real food?”

“A month ago.” He rubbed the side of his calf with his foot. “I had a stick of beef jerky and a bag of spicy chips to give myself a break as you told me.”

You put the knife back. “Alright, here’s the game plan: we’re gonna get you fed and watered and we’ll just turn in early. Deal?”

He scratched the back of his head, eyes unfocused. “I won’t sleep.”

“Bullshit.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing. “You only last a week at a time maximum; you’ll collapse any minute now.”

“I won’t,” he repeated calmly. “I haven’t slept properly for six weeks.”

Your stomach dropped. “Why?”

He sighed, reaching with one hand for the refrigerator. “Lots of reasons.” He pulled out a container, looked it over, put it back. “I dislike sleep at the best of times; I actively avoid it, as a matter of fact.”

You closed your eyes, reminding yourself that, despite all facts suggesting the contrary, your boyfriend was an adult capable of making his own decisions about his health and that you had no right to yell at him about he chose to live his life. You took a deep breath. “Why do you dislike sleep?”

He paused. “I’m not sure how to explain.” He was not typically this picky with what he ate; he seemed to be looking for something specific. “I am what you might call a somniphobe.”

You were unsure that was a real word. “Why would you fear sleep?”

“A lack of awareness of my surroundings, sleep paralysis, dying in my sleep, nightmares.” He set his desired container on the counter: a container of something you had made a few nights ago. “Mostly just nightmares; unfortunately, I have a good memory, so my dreams are vivid.”

“Fun.”

“That’s certainly an adjective.” He stuck the container in the microwave. “So, for about twenty-five hours at a time every week or so— that is to say, when I am forced to sleep— I am in hell. While typically I can stand sleep, because of work-related matters, my night terrors have gotten worse, so sleep has become unbearable, and because sleep is unbearable, I don’t sleep.”

“So you’re just in a great head space.”

He smiled tiredly. “In all fairness, I doubt sleeping in the same position as I work helps.”

“Probably not,” you agreed. “As someone he cares about you, this is incredibly troubling, for the record.”

“I can only imagine.”

You swallowed. “Have you tried exercising before you sleep?”

He let go of you to grab his food. “Let me put it to you this way.” He grabbed a fork. “Remember how I picked you up at the fair the one time?”

You nodded.

He took a bite, speaking behind his hand. “My job is almost entirely sedentary. The reason I am as strong as I am is that I have taught myself various martial arts in my spare time.” He swallowed. “Tasers are typically more effective than martial arts in close quarter situations and I certainly don’t need to know more than one form. Before I met you—even during our relationship, while you were asleep—if I had any energy in my body after work, I tried working it out of me. Still, I had night terrors.” He took another bite. “I have tried just about every medication on the market and then some; they also have not helped with night terrors. I have, over the years, bought enough therapeutic tea to last the rest of my life, and even then, I can’t fall asleep comfortably. I doubt there is anything that I could feasibly do apart from physically knock myself out to avoid it.” He shrugged at your horrified expression. “It’s unfortunate, but it’s an inevitability; it’s not something to worry about.”

You laughed incredulously. “Oh, I think it should be.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms. “For fuck’s sake—how long was it gonna take for you to tell me?”

“I wasn’t planning on telling you at all.” He was going through the container fast. “I was planning on abandoning the possibility of sleeping peacefully until I die.”

You took another deep breath. “Love,” you sighed, lips twitching into a smile, “I hope you know that some of the things you say take years off my life.”

“Hence my not wanting to tell you.” He swallowed his last bite of food, setting the container on the counter. “Again, it’s not anything to concern yourself about; unless you have a suggestion for a more effective way to force my body asleep, there’s no use worrying about things you can’t change.”

“I—” You paused, a thought occurring. It was a stupid idea. You knew it was a stupid idea when you thought of it; you sincerely doubted he had not tried it. Still, you considered it an option worth considering if nothing else was working.

He grabbed your arm again, pulling himself to your side. “Please, don’t worry about it.” He kissed your shoulder.

Your hands dropped to your side, face warming. “I have a theory.”

“Hm?”

You looked down at your feet. “The things you just listed—exercise, candles, drugs—is it possible they don’t work because you’re actively thinking about sleep?”

He chewed at his fingernails absentmindedly. “Elaborate.”

“Well,” you continued, “typically it’s harder to sleep when you’re thinking about sleeping. Sleep isn’t an activity; sleep is a state of relaxation your body reaches. It’s why people who are stressed all the time have hard times sleeping, because they are actively thinking about things, including sleep, which keeps them from reaching that state.”

“Sure.” He wiped his hand on his pants.

“Well, you think a lot.”

“Astute observation.”

You ignored him. “If you’re thinking a lot and doing a lot of things to compare methods to get yourself to sleep, you’re going to have a hard time sleeping, since instead of relaxing yourself, you’re making it work.” You twisted a bit of hair around your finger. “So, if we wanted to find a way to make sleep easier for you, it would make sense that the solution would be to find an activity that forces you to release a lot of energy while actively taking your mind off of sleep, something that necessitates being present and not thinking about much else.”

“Such as?”

You cleared your throat, shifting a bit on the spot. “Well,” your voice lowered, “sex would probably work.”

He did not respond.

“Love?”

Still nothing.

You waved a hand in front of his face, trying your best to play this cool. “Love?”

“Hm?” He looked over at you, blinking as if he had been broken out of a trance. “Sorry; lost in thought.” He took a step away from you, face growing noticeably redder. “I don’t think I quite caught that last part; could you repeat yourself?”

You looked back down at your feet. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You kicked the floor. “It’s just an idea. When I feel stressed or I can’t keep my head straight, I know masturbating usually helps, so I figured—you look like you’re going to pass out.”

He leaned against the counter as a novice roller-skater might the wall of the rink. “I don’t know what you are referring to.” He turned in your direction. “I—yebat, I…” He paused, took a breath. “I just… I believe this is the first time I have been propositioned for sex.” He laughed, anxious. “You know, when you see other people do it— handle these sorts of situations, I mean—you think that those who do not act particularly gracefully are just generally obtuse. This is likely due to the tendency of audiences to respect and flock towards men who are suave as opposed to those who are not. Unfortunately, it appears that I belong to the latter camp.”

You grabbed his discarded container, disposing of it properly. “You don’t have to agree, you know.” You were sure your attempt to seem confident was quickly failing. “I just—well, I figured it was worth throwing out. I just wanted to give it as an option.”

“I know.” He scratched at his neck. “I know that you have no intention of pressuring me. Words are just failing me is all.”

You nodded. “I get that.” You laughed, flustered. “I don’t usually proposition people for sex; I’m sorry if I did a bad job.”

He was quick to refute you. “You did an excellent job, given the circumstances. You are handling this situation much better than I am, which is a low bar to clear, but a bar nonetheless.”

You sighed. “How about we just agree that we both kinda suck at this?”

He was almost indignant. “No. We are doing fine at this.” He stood up properly. “We are just inexperienced; with practice, we will be able to handle the transition from general conversation to sex smoother.”

You gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Love the energy.” You could practically feel steam coming out of your ears. “So, we’re doing this?”

“If all of this talk has not put you off, Ii sure would like to.”

“It has not.”

“Then yes, we are doing this.”

You looked around. “What, in here?”

He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Probably not. If the end goal is to fall asleep it makes more sense to do this in the living area or the bedroom.”

“Dope.” You nodded, holding your hand out for him. “You’ve never been in my room, have you?”

“I have not.” He took it. “I have also not slept in a bed since I was seven; I apologize if I turn out to be a bad bed-mate.”

You pulled him along behind you. “Do you kick in your sleep?”

“No.”

“Then you’re fine.” You pushed the door open. Your room was certainly a room in which you slept. It was, admittedly, not as tidy as it could be, seeing as you had not been expecting visitors, but it was your room, decorated how you chose, warm, cozy, and respectable for those traits exclusively. You gestured to it with your free hand, pulling him over the threshold without much fanfare. “The bed.” You let go of his hand, walking back to shut and lock the door. “Make yourself at home. I’d offer you a drink, but I think that comes after.”

He just stood there in the center of the room. He had that look on his face again, the one he used on you when the two of you first met; cold eyes scrutinized every surface of the space, studying everything from whatever you had hanging on the walls to the bedspread.

A different sort of embarrassment spread through you than the one you had been experiencing before. “It’s not that bad.”

He glanced back at you. “I never said it was bad.” He took one last look around the room. “You can tell a lot about a person from how they keep their room. Your room is very fitting; I like it.”

“Oh.” You nodded, taking a step away from the door. “Then thanks, I guess. You can sit down, you know.”

“Sit down?” He blinked. “Sex. We’re here because we’re going to have sex.”

You nodded, sitting down on the bed. “We are.” You patted the spot next to you, straightening your back. “Sit.”

He did.

“Alright.” You set your hands on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’m not the most sexually experienced person in the world, so bear with me here.”

“Neither am I.”

“Figures. Are you a virgin?”

“I am not.” He looked down at his hands. “Admittedly, my first sexual experience was not particularly romantic—I did it for the sake of it— but I think I am generally familiar with the mechanics of it.”

“Cool.” You nodded, wanting to die. “Cool.”

There was an awkward pause between the two of you. For once, at least, you were sure the both of you felt it.

He turned to face you properly. “Am I allowed to touch you?”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Consent is important.”

You swallowed, nodded. “Yes, you can touch me.”

He scooched over to you. Tentatively, he took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “Your skin is soft,” he noted conversationally.

You snorted.

He cocked his head to the side, turning your head so he could more easily see your jaw. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you smiled, tension melting away. This was ridiculous. “It’s just that I think you’re the first guy I’ve been with who’s given me a free physical.”

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “I’m not giving you a physical,” he explained. “I’m planning.”

“Planning what?”

“Nothing in particular.” He brought your head back to its original position. “But according to you, the purpose of this exercise is to get me to focus on something besides my work and besides sleep. You can at least let me plan.”

You put your hands up. “Look, I’m not complaining about you being thorough.” You leaned into his touch. “It’s one of your better qualities, I think.”

He focused back on your face. “Is that what you see in me? My tendency to be thorough?”

“Stupid question.” You held your hands behind your back, letting him analyze you for once. “I think you’re great whether you’re thorough or not.”

He stared at you. “Then what do you see in me, exactly?”

“I think you’re beautiful.” You met his eyes. “And I love how your mind works. You make me happy, and that’s all I could want in a lover.”

He kept eye contact. “Is that all?”

“It is.”

It took him a second to process what you said. When he spoke again, it was slow, deliberate, as if he were struggling to come up with the words. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded. “You may.”

He was gentle. From the way he was moving, you doubted it was for your benefit; you could feel the slight tremor of his hands as he moved his lips to yours, how he practically melted against you. You propped yourself up with your arm, using your free hand to grip the front of his shirt loosely. From where you sat, it was, for once, abundantly clear that this was his first proper kiss.

He pulled away first, eyelids drooping. “I think,” he breathed, sounding almost drunk, “that your theory has legs.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around him and pulling you two both down on the bed. You rolled on top of him, arms caging him in. “You think?”

He smiled, and for once, you could identify the look on his face: adoration. “I do.”

You pressed your lips back against him, unable to hold back your smile at the way he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you even closer. As the two of you finally fell into a rhythm—albeit not without fumbling and apologies and awkward laughs—you felt your moods shift from giddy excitement to a slowly growing hunger. You pressed further down into him, letting him clutch at your shirt as you slid a knee between his legs, eliciting a quiet gasp as you ground it into him.

Abruptly, he pulled away, eyes wide. “Wait.”

You froze, breathing heavily. “Yeah?”

He sat up, you coming with him. He took a moment to breathe. “Protection. STDs, STIs. Do you have a condom?”

You blinked. “Oh. Right.” You nodded, climbing off the bed and stumbling to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

He watched you leave from the bed, chest pounding. He fiddled with his shirt, looking back around the room, eyes settling on a mirror. He stood up, walked over to it, checked his reflection. He looked about the same as he expected: half dead with just a bit more color than what was typical. He pushed the hair out of his face as if that would make him look any less like a slightly more healthy corpse. In the past, even when he was a teenager, he had never been particularly bothered by how he looked; he rarely left hotel rooms long enough to care, and when he did leave the house it was never intending to impress. Still, here he was, in your room, nitpicking over an appearance that you were clearly not repulsed by if your enthusiasm was any indication because of an otherwise nonexistent insecurity. He supposed this was a sign of growth. It was typical for men his age to be insecure about their appearances; this was just the first time he had personally experienced it. If he were anyone else, he supposed that fixing the issues that he was observing— a lack of muscle mass, greasy hair he had not cut for years, dark circles under his eyes— could be remedied with a changing of lifestyles. This would imply, however, that the maintenance of such a lifestyle would be possible for him which, given how he had the impulse control and discipline of a toddler, was just about impossible. This would also imply that making an effort to take time to invest in something as objectively meaningless as his appearance was at all reasonable, which was ridiculous to think, and that he cared any more about the relationship than he already did, which he was adamantly against for pettiness’s sake.

Not that any of it mattered. At the end of the day, even if he were the most attractive man on the planet it would not make up for all of his other shortcomings. A more attractive man with a profession less likely to get you killed by a sadistic monster with the drive to murder everyone he ever loved— however useless that drive may be, given the circumstances— would come along and sweep you off your feet and so long as he treated you well that was fine by him. Still, he wished he had better odds than he did.

He just about had a heart attack when you came back in, lost in thought. “Alright, so I brought five.” You held up the packages, tossed them onto the bed. “We probably don’t need five but I figured better safe than— what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He took a step back as if guilty of something, hair falling back over his face. He cleared his throat, sticking his hands back into his pockets, unusually nervous. “Five is a lot.”

You nodded, starting to fiddle with the buttons on your shirt. “I know. Again, preparedness.” You glanced from the mirror to him and back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you use a mirror.”

He looked down at his feet. “I don’t have much use for them.”

You made an active effort to not make this situation any more awkward than necessary, fingers making easy work of your top. “And why’s that?”

“I don’t leave the house much. There—“ He looked back up to see you, paused for a second to look at your chest, realized what he was doing, looked back down, and carried on with his sentence, face reddening again. “There isn’t much use in looking good if you aren’t leaving the house.”

You considered it. “That makes sense I guess.” You shrugged, unbuttoning your shorts. “I guess it depends on the kind of person you are. Do you own a mirror?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t leave the house much.”

You leaned down slightly to get yourself into his frame of vision. “You can look at me, you know.”

He scratched at his hair. “See, logically, I know that, but illogically, I’m worried about looking like a pervert to someone who just took their clothes off in front of me.”

You could not hold back your grin. “What does that make me, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re a pervert,” you repeated, taking a step towards him, “what does that make me?”

He stared at the ground, trying to come up with an answer. “Reasonable,” he decided.

“Mhm.” You held your hands behind your back, eyes softening. For someone so obviously capable, there was something nice about seeing him so obviously unsure of himself. He was, by your count, only inexperienced with two things; you were hardly about to complain about him being bad at something else. Still, you made an effort to be gentle. “You know, we don’t have to do this.” You took another step towards him. “I mean, the plan is obviously working, but that doesn’t mean we have to go all the way. You’re allowed to call it off whenever.”

He tugged at his shirt collar absently. “I know.”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Alright.” You kept your voice soft. “Are you okay with seeing me like this, then?”

“I am.”

You reached forward, tilting his head up to look at you.

This look, you were unfamiliar with. It was not the same as his typical clinical stare, but they were not necessarily unrelated. The only difference was that this look was a bit warmer and a bit softer, the intent not to dissect and analyze, but to memorize, to drink in. Oddly enough, he did not look as lustful as he did fascinated, as if you were a piece of fine art as opposed to a sexual partner. The way you felt under his eyes, too, was not dissimilar to how you felt typically— nervous at the attention, slightly off balance from the intensity of it all— only now you felt as if you understood the intention for the most part, less like a creature to be dismembered and more like a painting on display.

You stepped back. You raise your arms, giving him a little spin to give him a full look at your body. “Like what you see?”

He did not respond, only taking your hands and gently tugging you closer to him, your chests pressing against one another. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into a tooth-achingly sweet embrace.

You responded in kind, linking your hands together behind his back. “So.”

His voice was muffled. “So.”

You leaned closer to his ear. “How do you want me?”

He seemed to seriously consider it. “On top,” he decided. “If I fall asleep, then I won’t fall on you, and there’s a higher likelihood of me hurting you than you hurting me.”

You rolled your eyes, words teasing. “Sound logic. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Would you rather I crush you?”

You sighed contemplatively. “I mean, yeah, but not today. Another time.” You kissed him on the cheek, letting go of him. “Well, lie down; I can’t ride you standing up.”

He started unbuttoning his pants, the subtle tremble in his fingers not lost on you despite his general outward indifference. “For someone so quick to mock rational thinking you are very frank about this.”

“Would you rather I not be?” You waved it off, deciding that staring at his crotch was probably not the most polite thing you could do for the poor man. “I could make a big thing of it, but then I’d be setting a precedent that, honestly, I don’t want to set.”

“Sound logic,” he repeated back to you, stepping out of his jeans. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at the ceiling in an entirely hypocritical show of modesty. “I didn’t say I was any better.”

“No, you implied it.” He sat down on the bed, crisscrossing his legs on the mattress. “I have a proposal.”

You straddled him, sitting down on his lap before reaching for a condom. “Listening.”

You were genuinely impressed by how matter-of-fact he kept his tone. “Seeing as I am likely much more sensitive than you are, I would like to suggest that I make you orgasm before we proceed.”

You swallowed. “Interesting. How?”

“I’m fairly dexterous and I have long fingers.” He looked over your shoulder. “This will also make what comes after easier, I suspect.”

You were conscious of how eager you sounded. “Can't argue with that.”

He picked you off his lap, setting you on the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor in front of you.

He approached this task the same way he approached just about every task you had ever seen him handle, i.e. via a faithful use of the scientific method. His actions, to you, were unusually coordinated, running his hands along your skin and applying controlled pressure to certain areas, and taking mental note of how you reacted. He only took about thirty seconds on any specific method, constantly changing locations and patterns and speeds to find what worked for you, and when he found out what did work— which took him about two minutes of fiddling on his end and two minutes of quiet reassurance on your part— it took you an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to unravel, balling the sheets under you as he adjusted, took note, adjusted again. Your high came fast and surprisingly hard, and from his quietly satisfied expression— the same you would expect from him if he had solved a particularly difficult puzzle— you had to wonder if he had studied beforehand.

As you struggled to remember how to think, he pressed a kiss against your thigh, standing up and sitting down next to you. Curiously, he looked at the hand he had used, now covered in a mortifyingly thick layer of your drippings, and brought it to his mouth. He tasted it, paused, considered it. “Salty,” he decided. “Not overwhelmingly so, but it’s a distinctive taste.”

“Oh.” From the way the blood was rushing to your face, you considered if, between the two of you, he was the least prepared one. “Well, ain't that something.”

He glanced over at you innocently, continuing to clean his hand. “Oh, are you worn out already?”

You glared at him, heart still racing. “Fuck you.”

He wiped the excess off on his pants. “That is the next order of business, isn’t it?” He scooped you up, setting you back down on his lap. “Like this, right?”

Shaky hands gripped the front of his shirt. “Lean back on the pillow so if you fall asleep, then you don’t wake up with a bad back.”

He smiled. “You’re seriously concerned about me getting a bad back from that of all things?”

“Don’t make me drag you.”

He sighed, moving the two of you back and onto the bed, you still solidly on his lap. Carefully, clumsily, you tore the wrapper. Your hand reached down to fish his dick from his boxers.

You paused. “Huh.”

He shut his eyes. “What?”

“It’s bigger than I expected.”

His face reddened. “Should I take that as an insult?”

“No,” you backtracked quickly, pulling the wrapper open, “but your diet isn’t the best so I just figured it wouldn't be very big.”

“Penis size is genetic.” He looked over at one of the walls, the back of his hand laid over his mouth. “While lifestyle has some impact on its size, unless we’re talking about malnutrition, what matters is testosterone levels, and while that is something that—“

You slid the condom on in one move of your hand.

The man under you let out a gasp, shutting him up for the first time in your recent memory.

You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. “That’s all very interesting,” you purred, “but let’s save the biology lesson for after we get you to sleep, alright?”

His voiced raised an octave. “Alright.”

“Good boy.” You sat back up, placing your hands on his chest. “Are you all settled in?”

He closed his eyes“Mhm.”

“Okay.” You swallowed, reaching back with one hand to line yourself up with him. “Ready?”

After a few seconds, he nodded.

It was slow work, sliding down onto him. You had completely overestimated your capacity for this sort of thing; your attempt to just take it was impeded by your inability to stretch that far, and while you were stuck trying to take slow, even breaths and relax enough to get his appendage info you at all, your normally much more level headed partner appeared to be having a significantly harder time than you were, and though his voice was low— a problem not helped by his covered mouth— you did catch a couple of adjectives, “warm” being the most prolific.

He lasted a shocking amount of time. It was not enough time for you to get into it, but from how he was acting before you assumed he would barely go for a minute.

The first thing out of his mouth after you climbed off of him was an apology. “I am proving to be a horrible partner.” He rolled over, watching with unusually bleary eyes as you cleaned up. “I promise that I will make an effort to be better at this sort of thing in the future.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You picked your clothes off the floor, tossing them in a pile to be washed. “You got me off before; you’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

“In your opinion.”

You stretched your arms above your head. “My opinion is that one that matters.” You sighed, smiled. “Besides, I don’t care. I like you whether or not you’re good at sex.”

His legs curled up towards his chest, not unlike how he sat usually. “That’s how marriages end,” he pointed out. “Small things build up over time.”

You sat down on the bed, crawling over him to where you usually slept. “I will remind you that we are not married.” You slid under the covers, facing his back. “So, until we are, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

He rolled over to face you, a fair distance away. “I would rather worry about that than most of the things I worry about.” He cleared his throat. “But worry in general wouldn’t help, I suppose. When under long periods of stress bodies tend to produce increased levels of the hormone cortisol which decreases libido, so if I were to hypothetically stress out about it I would probably only be exacerbating the problem. Not to say that I still won’t, but that’s an aspect of this worth considering.”

You reached over, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I only slightly understand the words that you’re saying because I’m tired but I want you to know that I love you regardless.”

His face warmed under your fingers. “That’s good. I would hope that this far into our relationship you would be at least somewhat fond of me.”

Your eyes slid shut. “I am somewhat fond of you, yeah.” You relaxed into the bed, ignoring the fact that it was probably barely sunset outside. “I hope I’ve been pretty clear about that.”

He watched you. “You have been.”

“That’s good.”

He nodded, taking your hand gently and holding it under his against the mattress. His thumb gently traced the back of your hand. “I think so too.”

You fell asleep before he did. That was fine. It was soothing in the same way the sound of rain or the ocean was soothing, watching as your chest rose and fell in a soft, slow, vaguely regular rhythm. Your breathing, he noted thankfully, stayed fairly even over the course of his brief observation. You were sleeping soundly.

He did eventually fall asleep. It took a longer time than usual, having to choose to fall asleep as opposed to pushing himself to stay awake for another hour or two or twenty, but he did manage to at least doze off. There was an advantage to sleeping next to you, he found; there was something comforting about being able to immediately confirm that his nightmares were just nightmares, to be able to squeeze your hand and remind himself that you were still a living, breathing person with a pulse as opposed to a mutilated corpse. This did not dispel all of the possible tortures his mind was fond of coming up with— his more ingrained memories still made their usual appearances— but at least there was something to ground him in reality.

He fell asleep of his own volition, at least. That was a start.

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Currently envisioning a Death Note high school AU where its just MisaLiet being besties

(To me LawMane is their ship name so I call them MisaLiet as besties to differentiate the pairings ^^)

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WIP It Wednesday

The final chapter of And Yet Another Note: The Yotsuba Kira Murder Cases is here!

Chapter 20 - Handcuffs - read on AO3.

Just the epilogue to follow.

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distraction ⭑ l. lawliet (pt.2!)

part one here !

summary: now that the first move had been made, you start to realize just how badly L needs to be the best at anything he does, and how much he’s used to getting just what he wants.

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (f. receiving), voyeurism kinda, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise ig, not really dom!L but he’s spoiled and gets what he wants, idk guys it’s nasty, fluff at the end :)

authors note: i got so carried away i cant edit it anymore just have at it and enjoy ya freaks!!

smut under the cut !!

after you and L first slept together that night in headquarters, his interest in you had grown exponentially. mainly because he couldn’t fully understand how somebody as beautiful and brilliant as you would ever be interested in somebody like him, but also because he had become fixated on learning everything there was to know about pleasing a woman. pleasing you.

every time the rest of the task force would leave for the night, he would take the opportunity to have you to himself almost immediately. as the nights went on, he grew more and more confident in what he was doing, being able to get you down on your knees in front of him just by speaking to you for a moment. his monotonous (yet somehow cocky) tone of voice alone drove you crazy.

as weeks became months, any little bit of hesitation he once had was smothered and he was just as sure of himself regarding you as he was regarding everything else; borderline too much.

that meant he began to want his needs to be met at any time he wished. like how he had sweets or drinks whenever he wanted, and anything he asked for he would always have post-haste, and it wasn’t like L to change his ways.

he would wait for everyone to leave the room, even just for ten minutes, and you’d be sitting in his lap barely able to catch your breath due to the fervour with which he kissed you.

he would ask watari to page you to his room if it was a night you hadn’t already been with him that day, either at school or out with friends, and you wouldn’t be there 5 minutes before he had you bent over a table (or the couch, or his work desk, or once over the windowsill the night you’d mentioned wanting to see the full moon).

in not so many words, his libido had gone into overdrive and he quite enjoyed getting whatever he wanted.

the only problem was that once you two were finished and he had a small break from the incessant urge to bury himself into you as deep as he could go, he still wanted to be just as close to you and horribly wanted you to feel the same way. unfortunately, this was the one situation where he couldn’t find the words to express his feelings.

so, since he had made it his goal to be the very best at making you feel good, he decided to get his point across to you the best way he now knew how.

“y/n, would you please come over here for a moment?”

almost everyone was currently heading out the door, off on their various ways for the evening aside from L, you, light, and misa. light had been discussing his thoughts about something with you while the others were busy and misa was awaiting a chance to convince light to hang out with her.

you excused yourself from your conversation with light and made your way to the opposite end of the room where L was sat in his usual spot in front of the television.

“what can i do for you?”

“actually i’d like to talk to you about something i want to do for you.” he said it as though light and misa weren’t 20 feet away, “well, to you, more accurately. i want to try something new, i wasn’t so sure i could do it but i believe i have a well enough understanding of what makes you tick to be successful.”

despite how casually and technical he spoke, every word was making that familiar damp feeling between your legs reappear. he was looking at you like he wanted to take a bite and it took everything in you not to fall to your knees right then and there, “uh, what exactly did you have in mind?”

“i’d really like to try my hand at performing cunnilingus. in fact,” he turned his head to look towards the others in the room, “let’s do it now. no time like the present eh?”

“L, whatever you’re thinking about is a bad idea. light and misa are right over there.”

“nevermind them, they won’t be able to see past the back of the couch, come and sit here.”

you nodded and he slid over and motioned for you to sit where he had just been, handing you his cell phone in the process, “if you get too nervous about them, speed dial light on this and it will send a message to his phone to meet down in headquarters. sound good?”

the second he saw you nod again, he crouched down to the floor in front of you and began working away at the clasp of your pants. he shimmied them down your legs and onto the floor, gently so as not to make a sound, your underwear going next leaving you fully exposed to him.

he was in awe. sure, he was now incredibly familiar with your body, but he’d never gotten as close as he now found himself. your pussy was just inches from his face, wet and waiting, all for him. his hands gripped the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart so he could get a better look at you in all your glory.

“would you look at this, you’ve gotten wet before i’ve even touched you.” he spread you further open with his thumbs, fingers still curled into your thighs and hot breath fanning over you, “i suppose it would only be right of me to clean up the mess i’ve caused, don’t you think?”

“yes, please.” your voice came out as barely a whisper, “but they’re going to hear you.”

“shh, just press the button and they’ll go away.” he pressed a kiss right above your clit and you had to bite your tongue to stop from crying out. even just keeping your head still was almost impossible.

you gripped the phone tightly in your hand as he kissed your clit this time, sucking it into his mouth gently.

he wasn’t trying to get you caught. that would undoubtedly be bad for the both of you, for both your jobs and your reputations. so why did he find himself itching to make you cry out? to make light and misa painfully aware of the fact that in the same suite they sat in talking innocently, L was making you feel the best that anyone could, so good you lost all sense of control and let them find out.

he knew you would never be able to show your face again had this happened though, so he reached a hand above him and clasped it over your mouth, “be quiet, i’m trying to concentrate.”

you squirmed under his touch and his tongue began to venture further, further inside his favourite place to be. he licked a stripe all the way back to your clit and your thighs instinctively squeezed shut around his head.

his hand muffled the whine that escaped you and you were sure someone would hear you. you clicked the button to dial light and finally tossed away the phone, gripping onto the couch cushions with both hands to keep yourself grounded.

you could hear his phone chime, followed by the sound of chairs pushing out and the door slamming. L paused his movements and was at last able to come up for air, mouth and chin now glistening in the faint light from the tv.

“finally i have you all to myself,” he readjusted so his arms curled under your legs, allowing him a better hold to keep them open wide.

he dove right back in, pointy nose prodding at your clit with every movement of his mouth making your body jolt. your hands worked their way into his already messy hair, holding onto it tightly as you began rocking your hips into his mouth, wet and warm and making you feel amazing.

“yes, yes just like that,” you panted out, “god that’s perfect L, please, don’t stop.”

he groaned into your pussy hearing you talk to him like that, sending a shockwave up through you. you were close, he could tell, he just had to get you there. he needed to get you there, to show you how good he could be for you.

you held him impossibly tighter to you as the knot in your stomach began to build, dragging yourself along his tongue hurriedly enough to make you wonder if he was able to keep up. your moans turned into high pitched whines as you approached your release, not a care in the world anymore about who might be around to hear you.

with both the pretty sounds you were making and the simple act of you using his mouth however you pleased, riding his tongue now to practically get yourself off, L felt so accomplished. knowing he could make you feel just as desperate for him as he felt for you was enough that he could die happy.

“oh fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum,” he was doing it. your whole body began to spasm and your back arched straight off the couch. he held you as still as he could and your legs once again closed around his head, this time squeezing for dear life as his tongue continued to work circles around your clit. all that was coming out of your mouth was babbles of his name and profanities.

as the pleasure soon turned into overstimulation, he continued without faltering his pace. he was determined. he was sure you’d probably had a good experience to compare this to, hell maybe even a great one, so he had to be sure he was the best.

“L, please, ‘s too much,” you whined, “it’s my turn.”

he pulled away entirely, coming closer to head level and giving your overworked pussy the break it was craving, “i’m sorry, i don’t recall saying anything about you getting a turn.”

“but what about you? just a taste, just quick.”

he cut you off by pressing his thumb down on your clit, the other hand moving up to cover your mouth again with a bit more force than the first time.

“i don’t know when you got it in your head that you run the show around here, but i suggest you get used to listening to me. keep being difficult and i’ll have no choice but to stop entirely.” he was bluffing, of course, but his stone cold expression didn’t give him away. his eyes trailed down to where his thumb was pressed, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile, “i really don’t want to have to do that. you just taste so, so sweet. think you can be good and behave for me?”

you nodded vigorously, pussy squeezing around nothing and begging him for attention again, the cocky, almost condescending tone in his voice making you shiver.

“excellent. now turn around for me please, hands on the back of the couch.”

you did as he asked the second he let go of you, hands holding firmly to the back of the couch and ass presented to him. you could hear his belt undoing, followed by a zipper and you braced yourself for him, but nothing.

L was a bit busy. stroking himself with one hand he stood to take in the sight before him. he had a bad habit of doing this, staring at you when he was supposed to be doing something, but he couldn’t help it. his eyes were glued to where you needed him to be, trying to carve the sight of it into his memory. his free hand held your waist as he finally lined himself up, coaxing another whine out of you as he bottomed out.

his thrusts started shallow and slow, your gentle moans fading into the background as he focused on how warm you felt.

you turned your head back to look at him, the sight of him looming over you with his jaw hung slack making you squeeze around him, “harder L, please.”

he switched to both hands and tightened his grip on your waist, “what did i say about behaving?” nonetheless, he was pushing into you much rougher now than before, yet still agonizingly slow.

“‘m sorry, it just feels so good.”

he began to pick up his pace, breathing becoming heavier the more into it he got, soon letting out little pants and groans of his own. generally, he was rather quiet during sex, only really vocalizing near the end when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so the fact that he was talking to you and teasing you was a very pleasant surprise.

“yeah? does that feel good?” hearing you say just how good he was doing spurred him on even further, “do me a favour, id like to see the rest of you, please.”

you pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head as best as you could, L placing a hand on your sternum to hold you up. instead of letting you back down however, his hand trailed up to your chest, taking hold of one of your breasts as your back came flat against his chest. his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel his sharp breaths hitting your ear, his racing heartbeat on your back matching your own.

the knot in your stomach returned, your pussy fluttering around him making him feel like he was on top of the world, “you— you’re so beautiful, god i could do this all day. look at you, so responsive to me, and such a good listener.”

all you could do was pant, his pace now unforgiving and making you feel like he was tearing you apart in the best way possible. he kissed behind your ear and let go of your chest in favour of rubbing gentle circles on your clit.

your whole body felt like it was white hot, “shit! yes, oh please L. i need it, i need you, please make me cum.”

he’d never heard you sound so frantic before and it was driving him up the wall, “y/n, you feel so incredible.” the more he spoke the quicker your release came rushing through you like a stampede, “i love feeling you around me like this, fuck, you’re just perfect.”

you gripped onto his arms and craned your neck to try and look at him, crying out pleas of his name and senselessly confessing to him how beautiful he was and how good he always made you feel. he held you impossibly tighter, his work on your clit long forgotten now as his only goal was to keep you as close as physically possible.

his hair hung low over his eyes, messy and sticking to his face from sweat. you were getting overstimulated once again but you’d lost all the sense in you to care, another orgasm bubbling up already because of it. L felt it, as if the look on your red face wouldn’t have given it away regardless, and his jaw fell open as his own release came creeping up on him.

his hips finally began to falter, a few loud, deep groans ripping out of him. his eyebrows knitted together and he shut his eyes, steady whimpers and groans falling out of him now as the two of you reached your peak together.

you felt him twitch inside of you, one of his arms reaching to hold the couch as his muscles began to give out on him. he placed sloppy, sweet kisses on your jaw before flopping down onto his back on the couch with an outstretched arm waiting for you.

he was back to normal, back to being his quiet self. you laid your head on his chest and he yanked the blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of you, fingers gently tapping and tracing lines onto your bare back. this was your favourite part of it all, just laying with him and basking in what you’d just done.

for L, despite how much he craved the feeling of this, this was the part that would still make him question himself. when thoughts of self-doubt had an opening to creep up on him. the muscles in his hands twitched and the hold he had on you subconsciously tightened, dreading the moment you decide to get up and go to your room to take care of yourself.

every time you would bid him adieu, he could feel exactly where you had been laying become cold, physically reminding him of your absence. he couldn’t stand it. every night he tried to work up the courage to tell you to come back, to wait for him in his room instead, to ask you if he could come to bed with you, but every night the words would get caught in his throat and he’d choke.

you didn’t show any signs of getting up though, if anything you were letting yourself get comfier. he revelled in it, the whole room smelled a little like sweat but he found it almost sweet. maybe that would become his new favourite smell. he hoped you were as blissful as he was.

you trailed a hand up under the front of his shirt, letting your hand rest over his heart and feeling it quicken with every little movement you made.

“i really don’t want to get up.” you finally spoke, “i wish we could just stay like this.”

he winced, “don’t get up. you don’t have to.”

you tilted your head up to look at him, his face finally visible with his hair going every which way and his eyelids hanging half-closed. this was the most relaxed he ever looked, probably because he was far less concentrated than he usually had to be.

“we can’t just sleep here on the couch, L.”

we. we can’t sleep here on the couch, “we could. technically we can do whatever we want.”

he smiled at you, a coy little smile, and you knew you were so screwed.

“how about you go and wait for me in my room then?” he wasn’t looking at you anymore, too nervous for your response, “i just have to put all these files where they need to go, and maybe clean up a little.”

“really?”

“if that’s something you want to do, if not don’t feel like you’re obligated to say yes.”

“no i want to! i mean, as long as you’re sure you want me in your room.”

“of course i do.”

he sent you upstairs with his key card once the both of you were dressed again and you nervously waited for the elevator to stop on his floor. skipping the whole way to his bedroom, and once inside you tucked yourself away in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

when L entered the room, you were nowhere to be seen. he heard the sound of the running tap in the bathroom and decided to wait for you in the bed. he laid right in the middle, how he was used to sleeping, and watched you with a smile plastered on his face as you walked out of the bathroom and over towards him.

you climbed under the blanket with him and tucked under his arm, head laying on his chest and an arm stretched across his torso.

“your bed’s comfy.”

“it’s a lot more comfortable now that you’re in it.” he placed a hand on your head, “before you fall asleep, i want to tell you id like if you slept here more often. whenever you want, in fact.”

“i will be taking you up on that.” your eyes were closed, sleep beginning to whisk you away, “you’re about to see so much of me you’ll get sick of it.”

as he felt you shift into unconscious, breathing slowed against his chest and your body pressed against his, he was sure he was the luckiest man in world at that moment, “i’d never get sick of you.”

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Chapter 2 of death becomes him is up! (Eldritch Light fic)

Have some chapter art!

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i am single-handedly running the L agenda (jkjk)

with that being said lemme scoot in here and request something that actually came to me in a dream (giving prophecy). this is literally the second time it has happened to me

i just love the idea of the task force continuously embarrassing themselves in front of snarky girlfriend. like these are grown men with many years of investigation under their belt and they get destroyed by someone in their young 20s lyke

that’s how specific the dream was for me. literally no more details 😔

but i trust you bestie.

also so i don’t spam your inbox i am also requesting on the side a lil f*ngering moment if you will. L’s fingers in the manga really speak to me on a personal level 😏

hello, my favorite follower<33 missed u in my inbox. reporting for duty to carry out the L agenda 🫡

for this writing, i pulled that one l, light, and misa date from the anime and put my own spin on it- featuring Y/N as well. i tried my best to directly quote the anime, idk how well i did tho😭 but it’s the same idea, basically. hope you enjoy💚

ೄྀ࿐ fem!reader, nsfw ahead, f!ngering, light and l fight😭ˊˎ-

It was clear that the day was going to be weird when Aizawa, a respectable and work-oriented member of the task force, came into the headquarters with no pants on. Just white boxers decorated with red polka-dots.

Soichiro glanced absently in Aizawa’s direction upon hearing him come in, then did a double take, expression questioning. “Uh… Aizawa… did something happen?”

Matsuda had the same reaction as Soichiro. “Uh- where’d your pants go?”

Pants and belt slung around his arm, Aizawa trudged towards the other two men, looking exasperated. “Stupid security system wouldn’t let me in. In my opinion, Ryuzaki’s gone a little overboard with the security measures.”

“I’m fairly certain we’re past the point of overboard- this is the Kira investigation, after all,” Soichiro pointed out:

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Aizawa admitted, stopping in his tracks to hurriedly put his pants and belt back on before sitting in a chair between the two men. He searched around the room curiously, noticing an absent presence. “Hey- where’d Ryuzaki and everyone else go?”

Matsuda gestured to the screen displayed in front of them. “Oh- Ryuzaki, Misa-Misa, Light, and Y/N are on a date upstairs.”

Aizawa let out a groan. “For God’s sake, Matsuda, will you stop it with this Misa-Misa crap?”

Matsuda offered a sheepish grin. “Ah- yeah, sure.”

“Man… this has got to be the lamest date I’ve ever been on,” Misa groaned beside you, arm propped up on the back of the sofa and her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” L offered, twirling a fork around in his mouth. “Just act like we’re not even here.”

Misa frowned, crossing her arms. “This could have been a cute double date- with me and Light and you and Y/N- even if you guys are super stalker-y. But Light’s sitting over there with L handcuffed to him while I’m stuck over here with Y/N. It’s like this totally fucked-up double date where L is dating Light and I’m with Y/N.” Misa glared at you, and it took everything in you to keep your expression stoic in return. “By the way, I don’t swing that way, so, like, if that’s what you were thinking-“

“Misa, shut up,” you cut her off harshly, gaze as stony as ever. Then you addressed both Misa and Light. “Listen, we get you’re uncomfortable, but you both understand the circumstances we’re in right now,” you told Misa sternly, also sending a look in Light’s direction. “This is only necessary.”

“Yeah, Misa, it’s probably best we not protest it,” Light agreed, gesturing towards you. “Obviously, we both know we aren’t Kira, but given the evidence, it’ll be difficult to change L’s mind about that fact.”

“Ugh, do we have to talk about that boring crap? Light, all we ever do is talk about Kira, Kira, Kira. Why can’t we talk about normal boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?” Misa whined petulantly, and despite the fact that this “date” had just started, you already found yourself wanting to absolutely deck Amane.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, that’s all there is to talk about,” Light countered, sounding a little agitated. “Neither of us go to school anymore, and I’m very literally handcuffed to L.” He lifted his hand to indicate the chains around his wrist, raising an absent L’s hand in the air as well.

L was obviously thinking about other things, his dark eyes fixated on the slice of cake, adorned with a small red strawberry, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you going to eat that cake, Amane?” L inquired, pointing at the slice with his fork.

Misa glanced at the pastry disdainfully before rolling her eyes to the ceiling again. “No. Cake makes you fat. I’m not gonna eat it.”

“Well, I find that you don’t gain any weight as long as you burn it off with brainpower.”

Misa bristled. “Huh? So now you call me stupid?”

L shrugged and started to reach for the plate, but then a light appeared in Misa’s eyes and she leaned over and snatched the plate last minute. “Hold on. You can have the cake if you-“ Misa glared at you from the corner of her eye- “and Y/N promise to leave me and Light alone.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Even if we did do that, we’d still be watching on surveillance cameras.”

Misa whirled around to face you, cheeks red with fury and pink lips in a pout. “Well- then we’ll turn all the lights off and get under the bed covers! Right, Light?”

Light made a face. “Misa…”

“Infrared cameras exist, you know,” L replied vacantly, still focused on the cake.

Misa recoiled, sticking her tongue out as if she was a toddler. “Ewwww! You pervert! Will you just stop it with your creepy hobby?”

“You can call me whatever you like. Last chance for cake,” L announced, standing up and scooping the plate off of the table. Misa hmphed and turned her nose up.

There was silence for a little while- Misa fuming while L started on his cake, you and Light simply silent. But then Light spoke up, turning to look at L with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Light queried, tone a little bit accusing and making your focus shift to him instantly. “I thought moving here was supposed to help us to catch Kira. But since we’ve been here, you don’t seem all that motivated to me.”

L paused for a moment, swallowing a bite of cake and setting his fork down. “Hm. Not motivated…” He trailed off, in thought, before facing Light and replying, “You’re right- actually, I’m depressed.”

You almost flinched. With your status as L’s partner, you’d obviously noticed the shift in L’s overall mood, and you two had already had a very similar conversation to the one you believed L and Light were about to have. However- you knew for a fact that Light was bound to react a lot worse than you did.

Light, meanwhile, pressed on. “Depressed? What for?”

L dragged the fork along his teeth before glancing up at the ceiling and answering. “Well, he began dubiously, “briefly all this time I thought you were Kira, and my entire case hinged on that fact.” He sighed. “I guess I just can’t get pass the fact that my deduction was wrong. Although having said that, I’m still suspicious of you. That’s why we’re wearing these.” L lifted his arm that was attached to Light’s, making the handcuffs jingle. “And we also know that Kira can control people’s actions. Which means… it’s highly likely that Kira was controlling your actions so that I would suspect you. If I assume both you and Misa were being controlled by him, then everything we’ve observed so far makes a lot more sense to me.”

“So… if what you’re thinking is correct, that means Misa and I were Kira at one point, right?”

L glanced at Light sideways. “Yes. I don’t think we could have been wrong about that. The two of you are Kira.”

Both Light and Misa frowned, Misa pouting in a stubborn expression, but much to your relief, remaining silent.

L continued his monologue, although you could tell he was talking more to himself than to Light at this point. “If what I was thinking was correct, when your confinement began you were Kira. I don’t believe it’s coincidence that as soon as you were imprisoned, all the killings stopped. Until then, everything pointed to you being Kira. But after two weeks… criminals actually began dying again. Based on that evidence, I can only conclude that Kira’s power passes between people.”

Light’s expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting idea. But if it’s true,” he noted with a frown, “it’ll be nearly impossible for us to catch Kira.”

L nodded as well, staring straight ahead. “Yes. That’s why I’m overwhelmed. Even if we catch someone under his control, they are likely to lose their powers and any memory of their crimes. So in the end, pursuing them becomes futile.”

Light was quiet for a little bit. “But… at this point we have no way of knowing if that’s the case,” he offered halfheartedly. “So cheer up, would you?”

L? Cheer up? You almost couldn’t stifle your laugh.

L seemed surprised by this for a second, but shook his head slowly. “Cheer up? No. I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s probably better if I just stop trying so hard. By chasing Kira so desperately, we’re just putting our lives at risk for nothing.” Again, he twirled the fork around in his mouth, gaze directed at his feet. “Yes…it’s just a waste of time.”

There was more silence- but this time, you felt how tense it was rather than thoughtful, and you suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Then, Light: “Ryuzaki…”

“Hm?”

Your head snapped towards Light a split second too late. The next thing you heard was the sound of Light’s fist meeting L’s face- hard, and suddenly the two of them were flying- L backward and Light forward, unwillingly pulled along by the handcuffs that joined the two. Ryuzaki knocked into the table just before hitting the ground, and it flipped over, sending L’s unfinished slice of cake to the floor.

You and Misa both got to your feet abruptly, and you could hear Misa’s whimpers of disgust as she accidentally stepped in the smushed cake. Misa, however, was far from your concerns. “What the hell?” you demanded, eyes furiously darting from L on the ground to Light, bent over and breathing hard. “Light, what do you think you’re doing?!”

Light whirled around to face you. “What? You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing!” Then he turned back to glare daggers at L, whose eyes were wide with surprise and his hand cradling his cheek where Light had punched him. “That’s enough! You don’t feel like doing anything just because your genius deduction was wrong and I’m not Kira?!”

L stared up at Light, the look in his eyes unreadable. “Hm… perhaps I phrased that the wrong way. I meant that it would be pointless for us to make a move, so why even bother…”

Your face twisted with annoyance. Good grief. Couldn’t L see he was just adding fuel to the fire? Half the time you didn’t know if he was genuinely unaware of his actions or just doing it on purpose.

“Man, I didn’t think this date could possibly get any worse…” Misa whined from behind you, now wearing one sock because of the cakey mess on the other one.

“Misa, be quiet, for Christ’s sake,” you snapped, and Misa recoiled before eventually shutting up, plopping herself down on the couch and putting on a petulant pout. “You two- stop being ridiculous and get off the floor. Can’t you see this isn’t helping anything?”

L peered at you from behind Light’s angry form. “You know, Y/N is really right…”

“Don’t change the subject,” Light snapped. “If we don’t chase Kira, he’ll never be caught. Is that what you want? If you’re just gonna give up, then why did you involve all those innocent people? More importantly, what was the point of putting Misa and me behind bars?”

L mulled over this for a moment. “I understand. But still, whatever the reason…”

You knew exactly what was coming next when L slowly climbed off the ground, a dark twinkle in his eye. And he struck Light back, fist buried in his eye and eliciting a pained grunt from the student.

“An eye for an eye, my friend.”

Again, the two men flew- but now it was Light’s turn to fly backward and L forward, the handcuffs holding fast. They both hit the floor with a massive thud, and you knew without a doubt that the task force downstairs could hear you all now.

Why aren’t those idiots doing anything?

Misa let out another dismayed cry, and you finally decided you had to intervene. Before either one of them could land another blow, you got in between the two, preventing them from reaching each other.

“Are you both insane?” you snarled, giving both of them equally vaporizing glares. “What the hell are you fighting like some schoolyard children for? Can’t you see how idiotic the both of you look? Blindly swinging instead of effectively talking about this?”

The pair paused, seemingly taking your words into account, but stares still fixed intently on each other, and you knew they both were aching to swing again.

Finally, L spoke up, but it was directed at Light. “It’s not my deduction that was wrong,” he panted, eyes burning into Light’s. “The fact is, I can say that Light Yagami is Kira and Misa Amane is the second Kira. But it won’t be enough to solve the case. And that’s why I’m a little depressed. Is that so unreasonable?”

Light wasted no time retorting, “Yes. Yes, it is. Besides, you said it yourself. It is as if you won’t be satisfied unless I am Kira.”

L considered this, briefly averting his gaze from him. “Hmm…I won’t be satisfied unless you’re Kira.” Another lapse into silence. “Well… there may be some truth to that. In fact, now that you mention it… you’re right.” Now L’s stare were more piercing than ever. “I think I wanted you to be Kira.”

Before you could even blink, Light’s fist had slammed into L’s eye, but the detective seemed unfazed this time.

“As I said before, an eye for an eye,” he rasped. “I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know.” And he raised his fist to return the blow.

But now you’d had enough of watching these two grown men brawling like middle school kids. They’d ignored your previous words and warnings, but they would soon learn that that was a mistake.

So, as the two went flying into the wall yet again, you darted in between them at a speed you didn’t realize you were capable of, took hold of the handcuff chain, and just when Light moved to hit L again, you yanked as hard as you could on the cold metal chain. The combined force of your hand and the growing strain on the chain from Light and L jerking it around made it snap right in two, sending the detective and scholar positively soaring in opposite directions. Misa let out a shriek and rushed to Light’s side as he slammed into the floor with a very painful-sounding thump, but you didn’t move to help L when he barreled into the wall for what had to be the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

When the chaos finally settled, both men were still on the ground, wincing from their collective injuries and struggling to get up. One of the legs on the table that Light had rammed into was actually beginning to splinter, and the cake L had dropped earlier had made a big mess on the carpet what with Misa stepping on it and trailing it across the carpet. The wall L was flopped over against had a gaping hole where L’s head had hit, the cracks spreading from behind L’s hair like some twisted spider. And finally, there was you, standing exactly where you’d been standing with the severed chain dangling from your closed hand, staring at the metal like you yourself couldn’t believe what had just happened.

It was totally silent for at least five minutes straight. Nobody moved, taking in all that had just occurred and the damage in the room. But the awestruck silence was disrupted when the phone, which had slid off of the table near the spot where L was sprawled out now, rang.

At first, nobody moved to answer it. But when it kept ringing, L at last picked it up, holding it between his index finger and thumb like always.

“Hello?”

The voice from the phone was unclear from where you were, but you could tell it was Matsuda.

“Ryuzaki, I’ve got great news!” he chirped, his overly enthusiastic voice making you cringe slightly. “Misa-misa’s number one in “Eighteen" magazine’s reader popularity poll!”

Matsuda was usually too invested in totally useless things at totally inappropriate times, but this time you could see right through him. He’d heard the chaos going on upstairs and had wanted to try and de-escalate the situation, so here he was with this stupid stuff.

To yourself, you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

L blinked at you and then blinked at the phone. “Ah. I see.”

“And get this- she’s gonna get a lead role in Nishinaka’s next movie!”

Light’s head popped over the toppled table, face bruised. “What was that?”

L promptly dropped the phone to the ground . “Matsuda’s acting stupid again.”

Light chuckled dryly. “Well… that is his specialty.”

Yet another moment of silence. Then, a tiny voice from the phone L hadn’t hung up properly: “I can hear you, you know.”

It had been several hours since the earlier incident, everyone from the task force having gone home and Misa sleeping in her hotel room. You and L were the only ones still awake, perched beside each other on the desk in front of the monitors; the normally bustling center of operations was now quiet and dark. Since you’d broken the handcuffs earlier and L had yet to replace them, you got to be alone with him for the first time in a while.

“You know,” L spoke up, breaking the calm silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to jump into me and Light’s brawl like that earlier.”

You gave L a look. “How could I not? You were both embarrassing yourselves. That was completely senseless behavior. I wasn’t expecting you to indulge Light’s impulsivity.”

L cocked his head at you a little questioningly. “You sound pretty ticked off.”

You blinked, realizing that he was right, and let out a long exhale. When you spoke again, your tone was softer, but your words were still harsh. “Being around Misa all day irritates me, anyway. You both acting like idiots didn’t really help my mood. And now we’ve got a busted-up hotel room with a hole in the wall and the broken table.”

L considered this, then nodded slowly. “Yes. That hurt, by the way.”

You let out a wry chuckle. “I bet.”

Neither of you spoke again for a little while- but you still felt L place his hand on your thigh.

“What are you doing?”

L’s eyes lifted to meet yours. “I figured you’d want to unwind a little. Is that alright?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes,” you replied airily, squirming just a little bit with your legs swinging from the table.

Nodding to himself, L moved his hand up your thigh, opting not to indulge in foreplay and teasing. Brazenly, he flipped up the lacy hem of the slip you’d put on to go to bed, and you felt a shiver go down your spine when his hand made direct contact with your skin. Carefully, he reached for your panties and tugged them out of his way before dipping two slender fingers in your rapidly dampening entrance, making your back arch slightly.

You bit your lower lip to stifle any sounds lest you two alert Watari, making the only audible noise in the room the wet sounds of L gently moving his fingers back and forth, slightly curled and brushing against your sweet spot. Despite your efforts to silence yourself, as he slowly picked up the pace and you neared your climax, a few breathy moans escaped your lips anyway, and you could feel the familiar heat building in your lower body and spreading across your face.

You allowed yourself a broken gasp when you came, a small amount of thin, sticky liquid flooding from your dripping hole and coating L’s fingers. His fingers slowed inside you, helping you make the most of your orgasm, and when you’d finally come down from your high he gingerly withdrew his fingers and watched the wetness pool beneath your slip and dampen your underwear. Then he promptly popped his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and licking your taste from his skin.

After a minute or two L turned to look at you again. “Well, you look like you feel better.”

You instinctively dropped your eyes, uselessly fighting the color spreading across your cheeks. “I guess I do…”

L’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, his expression betraying nothing. “No matter how many times we do this, you’re always so flustered after you finish…”

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands, and L laughed.

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L/Yagami Light | Yagami Light & Yagami Sayu | death note | teen and up audiences | 13k | complete | no death note au, high school au, pov alternating, pov light, pov sayu, valentine's day, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, pining light, angst with a happy ending, fluff & angst, first kiss

It’s not a big deal. These are friendship chocolates. L will love the combination of strawberry and chocolate, ignoring the shape. He will probably eat the first chocolate slowly, analyzing each bite as carefully as he does something new, fascinated with the taste. And Light will be proud about it, because most of them were of his making, since Sayu fell asleep on the couch before they were done. He won’t show it, naturally. He’ll be as uninterested as L is. His demeanor won’t change one bit. After spending every Valentine's day giving L the chocolates he doesn't want from his suitors, Light gets roped into making friendship chocolates for him. It's not like he's been avoiding his feelings for L or anything like that. It will be fine, though. Sayu has a plan.

look! it's a lawlight server valentine's event gift for @llawlieta !!!!!

im so sorry we live in different time zones and my life is a mess and i got this done so late for you ;-; BUT!! i really hope you like it!!! look at me following after you and writing a bunch of words! help x_x

it does contain a pretty decent amount of sayu&light siblings shenanigans if i do say so myself... plus lawlight sleep together! not sexually, i might add... ANYWAY. i hope you enjoy ;-; happy belated valentine's day to you !!!

i just realized i wrote about 9k words in two days. but no i didn't.

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Just wanted to say that introduction to muggle studies by light yagami is one of my favorites dn fanfictions ever and every few months I find myself randomly remembering it and feeling the urge to reread it and that alone usually leads to a whole new wave of obsession over death note just bc of how much I love your take on the on the characters and on both the universes and the vibe of the story and !! I just just love it very much >_<

Thanks so much anon 💕💘. Introduction to Muggle Studies is my first (and only) longfic. It lives rent free in my head and I just had to write it out. So glad others can obsess over it with me lmao.

Most of all, happy that it is so well loved. The comments on the fic keep me writing and I loves hearing readers write about what all they liked. Because because because! I write it because I want to read it, I'm the first reader of my own fic, and that urge to talk about it, you know?

I love both HP and Death Note and crossing over both those worlds into one fic was! my obsession! for months! Before I wrote it. And the characters! I admit Light changes a lot right at the very beginning, but the existence of magic ought to change him, right? If the death note itself changed Light so much, then magic in comparison is hugeeee. I was a bit nervous because, that's a rather quick change and ppl might not like it? But they did! And it went well! I'm so touched the characterization held 😭

L is the most difficult to write because he's mysterious. We barely know anything about him plus he's a genius plus he's a quiet person. So he's difficult.

And the HP characters! They're all so bright as compared to the dubious morality of the death note characters lmao. Plus, they are a lot. In sheer quantity. It's difficult but so fun ~

Look at my long long ramble as compared to your short and precise 'ask', anon. I'm always so excited when I get replies/comments/asks for Introduction to Muggle Studies. Thank you for the 'comment'! <3

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🥮L doesn’t drink often; it slows the machine too much. That said, if there’s reason to celebrate, like the completion of a case or the occasional holiday outing among colleagues, he wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with others.

🥮L’s favorite drinks reflect the foods that he eat; sugar and cream and not much else. He has two categories of drinks that he enjoys: a far-too-sweet strawberry daiquiri, and a silky glass of irish cream. As long as it’s got a load of sugar, he can stomach it fine. Sometimes he’ll makes an Irish coffee to help him unwind after a long day, when there’s work left to do but none of it is dire. It would be loaded with enough sugar to kill a man, of course.

🥮Sometimes when he’s overworked and the insomnia is coming strong, he’ll plug his nose and use a shot of some sweet aperitif as a nightcap. Wine is off the table, unless it’s bubbly and peachy and loaded with sugar cubes. Hard liquor like brandy or vodka would send him to the hospital, and bourbon would surely kill him.

🥮He only drinks enough to get warm and loose. The only visual signal of alcohol in his system is a flush that spreads across his face and neck. His cheeks get hot, he (may) smile at you, and he’ll eventually shut his eyes and sleep through the night.

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