#l lawliet imagine

[moumouton4]

Voyeurism || L Lawliet + Light Yagami x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 11 of the Smutember 2023 ( Well this is a test because if you know me I've never written something like this ) Also thank you so much for the anon who gave me this idea ! I can tag you if you want just let me know in the comments 😙

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : voyeurism, masturbation, rough sex, exhibitionism ?, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 893

L had always been known for his concentration when he set out to solve an investigation that no one else could answer. In fact, he was recently called upon to help solve a number of unexplained deaths in Tokyo. He had found his main suspect in Light Yagami, a brilliant young man who undoubtedly had the necessary intelligence to achieve whatever he set out to do.

L was well aware of this, and so decided to handcuff himself to the other young man. However, the latter had asked to regain his autonomy for a week, because according to him, his girlfriend was coming to visit him. L was suspicious at first, as he hadn't had any information about this famous Y/n L/n his suspect was talking about. At first, he refused, too skeptical, but finally, on the day you came to the meeting point and after a long body search, you were allowed to enter the HQ and Light was released from his restraints.

However, L hadn't said his last word, and so he asked for cameras A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E-L-Y everywhere, so that no plot could be hatched while he couldn't physically watch Light. To organize himself, the detective opened the surveillance videos on one screen and the files he was studying as part of his investigation on another. The day itself had passed without a hitch.

When night came, however, things took a completely different turn. Although you and Light were not sleeping in the same room, L, still awake at this late hour, became aware of the suspicious movement. Just as he was about to alert one of his colleagues, however, something unexpected happened. He saw you on the surveillance screens, throwing yourself at Light, who kissed you and began to strip off your clothes in the process. Throwing you bare before the men's eyes. Except that one was supposed to see and the other not at all.

In no time at all, all your clothes flew to the four corners of the room, before intertwining on the fresh sheets. L was well aware that you weren't going to do anything wrong that might hinder the investigation in this situation, and especially that he may not be supposed to witness the sexual frolics of two young adults. But one thing prevented him from looking away from the live video. He who was only interested in investigations and sweets found himself totally obnubilated by Light's manner, exerting all his dominance over you, pinning you against the bed as he quickly railed into you, as if he knew that here anyone could come and disturb you at any moment ( no, Light didn't ask you to come and break L's concentration )

The raven-haired young man tried as hard as he could not to look at the obscene scene unfolding before his eyes, but no matter what he did, his gaze always ended up returning to the forbidden content. He even found himself thinking what a pity it was not to have added sound to it, he couldn't help imagining the different noises you could make. And just that thought and the images gave him a hard on. Which surprised him, because he'd long thought that this kind of content had no impact on his body.

Though, the heat that began to rise in him showed the real influence your actions had on his hormones, his eyes never taking their eyes off your body, which arching against Light's as he fucked you hard. 

Without having to reach any further, he witnessed this intimate moment of two lovers cumming, bodies clinging to each other as you both shook with ecstasy. It was only after the two of you had calmed down in the video that L came out of his trance like state, realizing that his hand was tightly gripping his hardened member through the softness of his pants. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, but he couldn't help but wonder if it would happen again. He knew it was wrong, yet he couldn't help doing a little math in his head : on average, young adults have sex 3 times a week. He couldn't wait.

Maybe it was the thrill of the new place or the excitement of the investigation, but during that week you'd have sex once a day. And each single time, L was there to watch Light pound into your pussy. He wondered how tight you were, but seeing the look on his suspect's face almost made him want to leave his office and go to your room.

From the third day onwards, he began to masturbate as he followed your lovemaking, something he'd never had the idea or the desire to do before. And when he saw you talking or walking in the corridors, his big black eyes followed your every move as if he could see through your clothes, and with his photographic memory this was practically the case. When you talked to him he always got hard and his grey pants didn't hide anything, luckily he was sitting down most of the time.

But you and Light weren't as innocent as all that, you knew full well that there were cameras in your room, maybe that's why you did it so many times. This may be the only case L won't be able to solve.

#death note #death note imagine #death note smut #l lawliet #l lawliet imagine #l lawliet smut #l lawliet x reader #ryuzaki #ryuzaki x reader #ryuzaki smut #light yagami #light yagami imagine #light yagami smut #light yagami x reader #light x reader #light smut #smutember 2023 #smut #miri-writes

[kaminokatieemoved]

Twenty Days || L Lawliet

Synopsis - L wrote his own name in the Death Note to stop Kira and only had twenty days left to live.

Warnings - NSFW. Unprotected P In V Sex. Love Admissions. Slight Angst?

Note - This reads like a 12 year old wrote it but I promise I'm 23, I just can't write. Based on the Japanese Live Action (it's amazing, go watch it!)

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

“Oh Gods,” L groaned as you sunk down slowly onto his cock. You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. You just remembered there being whiskey, and a lot of it along with feelings of grief from the death of your dear friend Watari.

In a drunken state, you had asked L if he had ever slept with anyone and of course he shook his head. “Do you want to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously. L had spluttered a reply you didn’t even hear as you stood up and shakily made your way over to him. You gazed into his eyes as you unbuckled his jeans, waiting for him to reject you. But he didn’t, he continued to let you rid him of his jeans with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

You couldn’t help but give him a quick striptease, taking off your clothes as quickly but as sensually as possible. L couldn’t help the tent growing in his boxers as he watched you, admiring the dips and curves of your body. You were completely naked. L’s pants and boxers were just pooled around his ankles as he sat properly on the chair, his baggy shirt still hung loosely on his slender frame. 

You grasped the fabric of his shirt as you sunk down completely on his length, a moan escaping your open lips. You waited a moment, giving yourself time to adjust to L’s cock that was now stretching you deliciously open. A whimper escaped L’s lips as he bucked his hips up slowly, desperate for you to move. You smirked to yourself and slowly began bouncing on his cock.

Soft whines automatically began to leave L’s lips as you continued your slow movements, his hands automatically flying to your hips to grasp the soft flesh surrounding them. His fingertips dug into your hips as he tried to ground himself in this moment. 

“Please,” he whispered to you. His voice was so quiet you almost missed it. “Faster.” 

You nodded and smirked before picking up your pace, rolling your hips as you did. This wasn’t your first time riding a man so you knew what to do, but the way L was falling apart underneath you was a first. You could feel him shaking beneath you, his hands still frantically grasping at the plush of your hips and kneading, almost desperate to feel you. 

It took a few moments for L to become more confident and when he did, he began bucking his hips up to meet yours in rhythm. Whimpers, whines and moans were still tumbling from his perfect lips.

“This feels… So good…” L panted as he looked down at you. He watched in awe as your breasts bounced with each of your movements. His hands shakily moved from your hips to your breasts, grasping them firmly in his palms. L gave them an experimental squeeze and watched for your reaction. When you threw your head back and moaned his name, L continued to knead your breasts, desperate to hear you moan his name again. It sounded like classical music to his ears. “Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely. 

“Yes?” You asked, halting your movements for a moment. 

“N-No, keep going,” he begged. You nodded and began to bounce once more as L began to talk. “From the moment I met you, I knew I loved you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and I’m sorry that I’m leaving you so soon but just know, I love you.” 

Your eyes welled up with tears from the pleasure you were feeling and the sincerity of his words. Your hips rolled again against L’s and a wanton moan fell from your mouth. You were so close to your own orgasm. “L,” you whimpered, cupping his face with your hands and forcing him to look at you. His black eyes filled with tears of his own. “I love you too.” 

Those words sent L over the edge. He pulled you flush to his chest and began pounding himself inside of you. You almost screamed with the amount of pleasure you were feeling as your hands flew to L’s neck to keep you steady. 

“Say my name again,” he whispered into your ear, his movements never faltering. 

“L,” you cried out, your orgasm approaching eagerly by the second. “I’m going to cum L!” You announced. You wanted to drop a hand to your clit, to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, but you wanted to stay flush against L. You wanted to feel his shirt covered chest against your chest as you came. With your hands around his neck still, you grasped the fabric of his shirt and matched L’s movements with your own and sooner rather than later you were cumming all over his cock. 

Your walls fluttered around L’s cock and he felt it. The pleasure shot straight to his balls as he felt his own release nearing. You were still moaning his name repeatedly as you came down from your orgasm, screaming almost as L continued his brutal pace. Your head rested on his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “Gods I’m going to cum too,” he groaned into your neck, pressing soft kisses against your jugular vein. Without any further warning L shot thick ropes of cum into your spasming cunt, his movements stilling as he continued to fill you. 

After a few seconds of the two of you sat there panting, you finally lifted your head off of L’s shoulders and smiled at him. “That was amazing,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. 

“Is it that intense all the time?” L whispered as he stared into your eyes. 

“Only if you’re with the right person,” you replied, eyes filling with tears. You had just found out he loved you after all the years of knowing each other and you were going to lose him in twenty days.

“My only regret in life is not making you my wife,” L whispered softly. Your eyes widened at his words, not knowing he felt that way. You had known L for a long time, and you never once thought he imagined about you in a romantic way. You thought this would have been a drunken thing, something to throw off his bucket list before he… passed away. Not something he had always wanted to do. 

Your eyes sparkled as the tears threatened to spill and you smiled weakly. “We still have twenty days,” you suggested. Both of your hearts were racing as silence fell upon you, were you really suggesting that you get married?

“Are you saying-” L started, but you cut him off with a frank nod. 

“Yes,” you said seriously. L’s lips contorted into a smile as he cupped your face in his hands. His cock was softening inside of you but neither of you minded as L pressed his lips to yours softly. The kiss was clumsy, definitely L’s first kiss, but it was sweet. He poked his tongue against your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing him access. His tongue swept across yours as he pulled your face even closer to his, the kiss deepening with each passing second. When he pulled away L gazed into your eyes looking for any sign that you could be lying to him, but he couldn’t find any.  

“Let’s get married,” he whispered to you, nodding slowly. 

“Let’s get married,” you agreed, nodding back to him. 

The next day, once your hangover hand passed you and L went to the local townhouse to get married. Your wedding was small and sweet: your parents were there, as were the remaining members of the Task Force that helped stop Kira. You wore a beautiful white cotton sundress that although was casual, still looked gorgeous for your literally last minute wedding. L wore his usual baggy white shirt and baggy jeans, but had put shoes on for the occasion. As you walked down the townhouse aisle with your mother and father by your side, L couldn’t help but tear up. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would get married but then again, never in his wildest dreams did he think he would know when and how he was going to die. It was bittersweet. He had nineteen days left to live, and he was going to spend those last nineteen days with you by his side. 

When you reached L at the top of the aisle, you turned to face him. A soft smile spread across his face, something that you loved to see from him: it was a rarity and you knew he was truly happy. 

The priest began to speak. “We have gathered here today to celebrate the matrimony of L Lawliet and Y/N L/N. They have requested a quick ceremony so I will ask, is there anyone here that objects to the joining of these two people?” Silence. Your heart was beating in your chest as you looked out at the small crowd gathered. When nobody came forward, the priest continued. “Do you have any vows you would like to say?”

L nodded, and grabbed your hands in his. “From the moment I met you, I realised what love was. It took me a while to accept that I was in love, but when I did I wanted nothing more than to scoop you in my arms and give you the life that you deserved. Had we never completed the Kira case, we may have never got to do this. So even though I only have nineteen days left to live, I can say with my hand on my heart that I will die the happiest man alive.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as L finished speaking and you felt your heart break slightly. Knowing he only had nineteen days left to live killed you, you weren’t sure how you were going to go on without him now that you had him. You grasped L’s hands tightly and cleared your throat before speaking. “L, when I first met you I didn’t like you. I thought you were weird and creepy, but the more I got to know you I realised you were a certified genius who was simply just misunderstood. I realised I fell for you when we were working on the Kira case. We were alone and going through the tapes and we both reached for the same tape. I remembered our hands met and my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. Even though you don’t have much time left on this earth, I can promise you I’ll make the last nineteen days the best time of your life.” L nodded at your words, the smile on his face now spreading from ear to ear. 

“If that is everything,” the priest spoke. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” 

L looked at the crowd nervously before pulling you close to him, pressing his lips to yours quickly but sweetly. Your guests cheered and threw rose petals as you both walked down the aisle and out of the townhouse.

You went straight back to L’s headquarters afterwards. You excitedly ran into the room and with a confused expression, he followed. “What are we doing here?” He asked as you sat on the large table situated in the middle of the room.

“Well,” you whispered, your hands smoothing over the surface of the table. “I’ve always wanted to have sex on this table.”

L’s eyes widened at your admission, but locked the door behind him before slowly making his way over to you. “Are you sure Y/N?” He asked. 

“I’m sure,” you smirked, spreading your legs to him. 

Your white cotton sundress shifting to expose your underwear to your husband. L didn’t say anything, but quickly launched to you, pushing you down onto the table with a serious expression on his face. He stared into your eyes as he unbuckled his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles before flipping your sundress up and literally ripping your underwear off your body. You went to protest and say those were your favourite pair but L shrugged you off. “I’ll buy you a new pair,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours roughly. You groaned into the kiss, your eyes rolling back into your head before closing. L pulled away leaving you a whimpering mess from the lack of contact.

“What are you doing?” You asked,disappointed he had moved away from the kiss. You watched as he pumped his cock a few times as he stared at your cunt. Last night, you didn’t get a good look at his cock. Now you could see him in all his glory. He was as big as he felt, and he had a whole lot of girth too. He penis was slightly curved, but it hit all the right places inside of you. Your mouth hung open and drooled at the sight. 

“I’m going to make love to my wife,” he whispered before slowly sinking himself into you. 

You let out a moan and grasped his shoulders as he pushed into you. L lent down to press a soft, chaste kiss on your lips as his slow movements sped up to a quicker pace. It was clear it was L’s first time on top due to how erratic his movements were, but it still felt amazing for you. A cock is a cock after all. 

“Oh God, L,” you let out a moan and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, forcing the raven-haired male to speed up his pace. 

“If you keep squeezing me like that, Y/N, I won’t last long,” he whispered into your ear roughly, before nibbling on your earlobe. 

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered. “Feels so good.” 

You continued to moan into L’s ear as he groaned into your neck, nibbling at the soft flesh available to him. “Feels amazing,” L agreed, his thrusts becoming even more erratic than before, signalling that he was close to cumming. “Cum with me Y/N, please.” He begged shamelessly. 

You nodded and dropped a hand to your clit, giving yourself the extra stimulation you needed to push yourself over the edge. Without warning, you found yourself creaming around his cock unable to hold it in any longer as soon as you began to stroke circles around your sensitive nub. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm washed over you violently. L wanted to soothe you and tell you it was okay that you couldn’t hang on, but the way your walls constricted around his shaft had him cumming deep inside of you also without warning. 

The two of you lay there, L on top of you, panting heavily as you both came down from your orgasms. It took L a few seconds before he was rolling off of you onto the table, the cool wood was welcome against his now sweaty back. You gazed at him from the corner of your eye, smiling before realising that this moment wasn’t going to last… That you only had nineteen days as his lover before he was gone forever. You felt tears prick at your eyes and you tried to blink them away, however, they continued to fall. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” L asked, propping himself up on his elbows and turning his attention to you.

“I-I’m fine,” you lied, wiping your eyes before jumping off the table and pulling down your sundress. You picked up your torn underwear off the floor and placed them down your bra, too nervous to walk out with them in your hand on full display for everyone to see. L pulled up his boxers and jeans before standing in front of you, placing his hands on your forearms and stroking in a soothing manner. 

“You can tell me,” he whispered softly, his black eyes gazing into your glossy ones. 

“I don’t have long with you,” you said, bottom lip trembling. “I have nineteen days with you and then…”

L looked at you, a saddened expression laced his face. He had come to terms with the fact he was going to die soon, he came to terms with it before he had even written his name in the Death Note. But you… You made him somewhat regret his decision. But, there was no going back. “Do not worry, my love. These will be the best nineteen days of my life.” You sighed as he kissed you softly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. “This is a conversation for another time.” 

You nodded as he continued to pepper your face in kisses. You supposed he was right, now wasn’t the time for such a conversation, but you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your heart at the thought of him not being around anymore. “You’re right.”

“Fear not my love, for now, you need to sleep,” L whispered into your ear, leading you towards the sofa in the room. 

“What about you?” You asked as you sat down. 

“You know I don’t sleep much,” he chuckled. “I have to work on some cases. If I need you, I’ll wake you. I promise.” 

You nodded and lay down on the sofa, cuddling up into the soft cushion that decorated the sofa. You closed your eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but happiness and love. L smiled as he watched you sleep from the corner of his eyes. He might be dead soon, but he was glad to be spending his last moments with you.   

I wasn't sure about posting this, but I spent a lot of time on it so I thought why not. I hope the Death Note and L lovers like this!

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[amaya-writes]

Happy 2k Amaya!! May I request for the event some fluffy Bakery AU reader x L Lawliet??

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: I sort of made this college-bakery au? it technically takes place when L and Light go to college but nothing about the actual anime is mentioned so L can just be a normal student or his actual self depending on your choice

Warnings: mentions of food

Characters involved: L Lawliet

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

He was there again.

The mysterious raven-haired man who would occupy the back table at the bakery for the greater part of the afternoon as he poured over a laptop screen far too bright for someone with such deep eyebags.

His orders were always the same. Two sweets you would recommend paired with a steaming cup of coffee.

It had been months since he first walked through the bakery's door, but never once had you bothered to hold an actual conversation with him.

There was just something about his calm yet curious aura that had you dwelling close enough to offer a polite smile or two but never daring to do anything more.

Unlike others, he didn't seem to mind your hesitance to initiate conversation. If anything, he appreciated it.

You could see it in the hesitant way his lips would curve to create a small smile of approval every time he liked one of the new sweets presented to him.

In the way he would leave abnormally large tips on the days where the dessert was good enough for him to order a box full of them to take away instead of complimenting your creations just like so many others would.

At first, you couldn't help but find his mannerisms peculiar, but over time you had come to appreciate the quaint silence that accompanied his visits.

His name was Ryuzaki.

You thought the dramatic name was very unbecoming of a man so silent and mysterious as the one before you, but never once chose to question it as you accepted the credit card he offered you on a rainy day far too busy for anyone else to be present in your bakery.

This information was yet another thing you simply chose to add to your mental filing cabinet created solely for the mystery man before you.

It was accompanied by your knowledge that he was a college student from the dorms on the other side of the street, something you had to wait a month before figuring out once he pulled out a diary marked with the college's emblem.

He also seemed to have an affinity for all things monochrome and plain, so much so he would often crinkle his nose when presented with the rainbow-coloured delicacies you would design during pride events.

Yet Ryuzaki wasn't one to voice his concerns.

In fact, the only time you had ever heard him speak aside from his original order was the day you had forgotten to add two extra sugars to his coffee.

Perhaps that was why you were shocked to your core the second a soft yet affirmative voice drifted through your quaint little bakery.

"Do you like mysteries?"

If he wasn't the only other person in the store you wouldn't have thought twice before turning away and walking back to the counter to explore the source of the question.

But the lack of customers for the day had you quickly turning to the side to face a pair of abnormally wide eyes already staring at you.

It took you a moment to truly process his question, and another to quickly set down the coffee cup in your hands lest you risk dropping it in surprise.

"I suppose so-"

you allowed your gaze to flicker across his form and briefly dwell on the murder mystery novel clutched between his dainty finger before continuing.

"-they can be very fascinating."

Ryuzaki took a moment to analyze you, leaving no room for subtlety as his wide gaze lazily observed your form.

It was only when his silence started to get a little too awkward for your liking that the brunette spoke up again, this time with his voice holding a lilt of emotion you couldn't quite place.

"There's this new mystery movie at the theatres I was thinking of watching. Would you like to join me?"

It was your turn to take a moment of silence as you genuinely mulled over his proposal.

Sure, you had met Ryuzaki on a regular basis for the past two months, but he was as good as a stranger to you. Yet somehow, he made you feel a sense of comfort you often lacked when interacting with other males.

The bakery had been awfully slow as well, which meant you could get away with an early night.

That left only one question; what exactly were his intentions?

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Normally people would shy away from such a direct confrontation, but not Ryuzaki. If anything, he seemed to appreciate your candour.

"Depends, are you saying yes?"

His coy response was all it took to quell your previous qualms, causing a small smile to tug on your lips as you began to walk away from his table.

"I get off at five."

"I was right."

You turned back at the sudden exclamation, uttering a response before you could think twice.

"About?"

"Your pastries are as sweet as you."

This time you couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips at his corny compliment, however, you were quick to retract your steps at the sound of the front door being pushed open.

"Five. Don't be late."

You turned away from him then, but there was no mistaking the silly smile painted across your lips for the next hour you spent behind the counter.

#l lawliet x y/n #l lawliet x reader #l x y/n #l x reader #l x you #l x reader fluff #l lawliet x you #l lawliet imagine #l drabbles #l scenarios #l imagine #death note x reader #death note x you #death note l x reader #death note fluff #death note headcanons #death note drabbles #death note one shot #ryuzaki x reader #ryuzaki death note

[orangebutterfly]

L Lawliet

Отношения с Эл

#death note #death note imagine #death note x reader #death note headcanons #l lawliet #l lawliet imagine #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet headcanons

[hay-bails]

there are monsters nearby

#death note #death note fanart #l lawliet #light yagami #artists on tumblr #lawlight #i imagine light put up the pillow wall between them #art #fanart

[kittysauce]

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

#fanart #art #artist #light yagami #light yagami fanart #lawlight #lawlight fanart #l lawliet #l lawliet fanart #L #death note #death note fanart #IM SOBBING. #i might write a fic ab this ....... #imagine light breaking down after realizing he's kira dude #like ..... wow #i feel like light should've def had SOME kind of confliction after getting his memories back #like..... one second hes like KIRA IS UNJUSTIFYABLE then the next hes like HEH HEH I WON #my art #sorry this looks low key bad #i didnt feel like doing heavy rendering :(

[mykatzone]

autism to autism communication

#death note #l lawliet #near death note #nate river #katart #I'm forever sad we never got to see L interract with the Wammy boys. Ik it's probs OOC but I love imagining him being like their big bro :'D

[jichanxo]

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

#yagami light #light yagami #L #l lawliet #death note #death note fanart #dn #jichanart #the contrast between them is just so fun #also. re: caption #i just imagine people being like “wow light is so considerate to be so friendly to someone that weird” #but in reality light cares more about L's opinion than everyone else's in the room combined #Two Very Normal Top Students Who Are Very Good Friends. Definitely #light being asked about L: “oh ryuzaki? he's a bit odd but he's a nice guy when you get to know him. smart too!” #light on the inside: I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM #these bitches are FAAAAAAKE so fake it's funny. so funny #L pretending he isn't annoying light on purpose and then light being forced to grin and bear it because they're in public

[rinneroraito]

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

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

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

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

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

#death note #l lawliet #death note l #l death note #whipquip #l my beloved #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x y/n #l lawliet x you #death note imagines

[yanderenightmare]

L "Lawliet"

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

TW: strict schooling ig, orphan reader, creepy behavior

gn reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You had 84% of them right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You narrowed your eyes a bit, looking at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes grew more jaded.

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

You clapped your book together and sighed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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[moumouton4]

Sweet And Slow || L Lawliet x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 8 of the Smutember 2023 ( Gosh the fact that I struggled before writing this. I'll go back to college tomorow 😩 )

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : oral male!receiver and female!receiver, slight exhibitionism, penetrative sex, mention of cum and use of toys, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 725

L is always busy, always seeming to be attending to some tasks around the world, all the while staying behind his computer. Even if the gears in his brain turned faster than any Formula 1 engine, his body didn’t showcase the same enthusiasm. You knew he was the best in his field, though you couldn’t help but think that he looked like he was in slow motion at times, like when he was tipping on his computer. Sometimes when he missed you a lot you couldn’t shake the thought that if he was only focused on his work more than eating, things would go faster. Of course you knew this was far from true.

Besides having him eat that much sweets also had his perks. Yes it helped his brain work faster but it brought a little something more to your intimacy. Well, when you both had time for it. It usually happened when you guys went back to your apartments, where no cameras were allowed OR when he didn’t need a lot of concentration during his work. Either hidden by a little blanket as you sat at the feet of his chair ( I’m sure people would notice in the cameras that bro isn’t sitting like usual though 😂 ) OR in the intimacy provided by your room. You’d simply free his cock - you’re so surprised because most of time he is rock hard and you’re just 😯😀 - and alleviate as much stress as his job would put on his shoulders, and maybe also just enjoy his taste because he taste so good.

Never in your life - if you had other partners - you tasted a cock that was this sweet. Seriously, he was smooth on the tongue and his pre tasted like sugar. The first you sucked him off, you just couldn’t wait for him to come, eager to know if the essence of his passion would taste as good or better. And fuck, it tasted like candy. Even the texture of it seemed fluid and glossy.

But his sweetness isn’t confined by this perks of his. Even his behavior only could give you cavities. He is just so attuned by your needs. And this again, had been discovered during your first times. It was clear that he was a virgin and didn’t know anything he was doing. And even though, after your third time you noticed that his level had increasingly changed. Now in opposition to before he just knew were to touch you to elicit a reaction of pleasure.

Though, one thing didn’t change, his rhythm. Even in bed, as he was thrown in the throes of lust, he never got ahead of himself. And frankly, having his length gliding inside your walls after a long and tiring day was everything you needed to release the tension and get a good night's rest. He never rushed his movements as he oh so softly dragged his member in and out of you. Sometimes, after his balls gently slapped several times against you with each thrust, you’d look between your bodies, exactly where you’re joined, admiring how he disappears deep inside and comes back into view glistening with your juices.

His mouth would settle itself against your neck or your shoulder as he would find the need to bite into something, he just isn’t used to feeling this much. He would also tenderly kiss your forehead or your temple to support you when he knows you’re holding back from coming, just to be in sync with him.

And don’t even start to think that with this rhythm you’re not going to come or get tired of it. He has a lot of imagination to keep things thrilling. The firsts being focusing on your clit, either with his tongue, during foreplays, when he laps hungrily at your essence, or with his fingers as he fucks you AND often changing position. He learned the whole Kamasutra in 2 hours. But he isn’t closed to the idea of bringing toys in bed. For him everything that can heighten your sensations and pleasure is a new source of inspiration.

One day, after a particularly intense session, you risked yourself to ask “But how did you even think about this ?” you still sounded breathless.

Meanwhile, he answered shamelessly and rather matter of factly “Porn”

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[piichuu]

♡ HOLDING HIM AGAIN - L LAWLIET

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 403

it’s not common for you boyfriend to fall asleep at night, the fact that he is trying to find the world’s most notorious killer is weighing enough on him to not allow himself to fall into slumber. it might cost him his health, but what else is there to do when he is basically fighting against time? how long will it take until kira find his real name out or proceeds to kill everyone in the task force?

but now when l lawliet is wrapped in your warm embrace as he has finally come home for the first time in a month, all those thoughts about kira is no longer on his mind, and you won’t bring it up either.

his face is pressed against your chest and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he lies on top of you with his eyes closed. he hasn’t slept in a real bed for weeks and has barely gotten to see you during those weeks either, so finally getting to be in your arms gives him enough motivation and energy to investigate for years from now.

“i’m gonna have to leave early in the morning,” L mutters into your shirt as his hands cling to you. he would love to stay like this forever, but that can only be possible after he’s caught kira. “but maybe we can eat breakfast together if you wake up early too?”

you nod and brush a hand through his dark hair that he hasn’t bothered brushing as he’s stuck in headquarters all the time. no one else except you or the task force see him either way. “i’ll wake up early too. at what time do you want to get up? i’ll set an alarm,” your boyfriend sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck now instead. “at four, is that okay?”

“that’s okay, i’ll just go back to sleep when you’ve left,” he nods and presses a kiss to your warm skin. “i’m jealous. can’t wait to cuddle with you all the time as soon as kira is caught.”

“you’ll have to make sure you catch him soon then or you might die from touch starvation,” you smile softly and he chuckles. “i might actually do just that, so i’ll try to catch him as fast as i can so we can continue to stay like this for the rest of our lives.”

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[amaya-writes]

Death Note spoilers!

For the event, can I request reborn!L Lawliet? He died in 2007, so he would be 15 today, so I just wanted some fluff with teen!reader (platonic or romantic, whatever) maybe being friends from school and liking true crime, chatting, just doing normal teen stuff without a care in the world :') thank you so much

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Notes: I was going to make this romantic but ran out of ideas lol

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: L Lawliet, mentions Watari

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

You had been friends with L ever since you saw him win a middle school dodgeball match by using physics.

You thought he was one of the coolest people you knew. He thought you were annoying.

L Lawliet wasn't exactly the type of teenager people would talk about. His real name was Ryuzaki but for some reason unknown to most he had decided to be referred to as L sometime during elementary school, a decision everyone seemed to automatically accept.

He was quiet and went about his days at school perched on his seat at the back of the class with his owlish eyes observing everyone around him.

Everyone thought he was weird. Even the teachers.

The only reason they never said anything was because of how awfully smart he was.

You prided yourself on being one of the top students in your class. But that was before L came along.

You might have been smart, but he was on another level.

Perhaps that was why you had originally been so vexed by him. Him and his stupid sliver tongue and quick reflexes that ensured even if he was regarded as an outcast, no one could ever ridicule him for it.

Especially not when he came from such a rich family.

You heard rumours about how he had a butler who would follow him around wherever he went. And how that butler was responsible for the chemistry teacher's sudden disappearance a week after she dared to mark L's answer wrong.

The second part was obviously a lie. But you found that it was enough to intrigue you even more.

In the end, it was your love for true crime that brought the two of you together.

There was a famous detective known for his books about the serial killers cases he had handled in your country who had a book signing in your city, and you just had to go.

As luck would have you found a familiar raven-haired boy standing outside the bookstore just as you arrived.

At first, you thought he would avoid you. But that was before he dropped by your table after the book signing to cheekily impose on your reading.

"He was never imprisoned."

"What?"

L took your question as an invitation to occupy the vacant seat across from you.

"The killer. He was a politician who got away with it just because his party refused to believe he could ever do such a thing."

The two of you were quick to share your sentiments about how awful that was, and before you knew it, a simple talk about a book both of you adored turned into reading recommendations and swapping social media.

Apparently, L had only downloaded Tiktok and Instagram to watch videos about the cases he liked to keep up with but actively spent time tweeting about all sorts of things.

You thought the two of you would be restricted to discussions outside of school after that but were pleasantly mistaken the next day when you found L excitedly leaning against your locker ready to talk about how your favourite author had announced they were going to do a podcast.

The two of you became quick friends after that.

It started with both of you reading together and listening to true crime but quickly turned into L tugging you along to a million bakeries and forcing you to play chess with him in exchange for long walks through the park and shopping sprees.

You learned the reason he wanted to be called L was that his late mother had named him Ryuzaki, and he seemed to hold a grudge against everything related to her. He learned about your struggles with perfectionism and need to be the trophy child of your family.

You loved fashion almost as much as he didn't, and he held an interest in all the sports you had never once bothered to learn.

The two of you were different yet somehow still so awfully alike.

It helped that you both lacked any artistic abilities whatsoever. Whether it be dancing, singing, or art.

That was where your other friend came in.

Unlike L who didn't have any friends before you, you had secured a tight-knit but fun group of friends you cared for deeply. One of them was a digital artist who had even gone viral on Tiktok, the other an aspiring doctor who was secretly a theatre kid.

You were acquainted with a few others too, but L preferred to stick around you or the other two.

Everyone else seemed to be glad that you were helping L come out of his shell.

The two of you quickly turned from the peculiar pair everyone would gossip about to normal best friends, and over time people began to stare more when you weren't accompanied by one another.

You cared for each other deeply and would often spend hours on end holed up in L's ridiculously large bedroom as you did everything from reading to studying to watching bad comedy horror movies.

One school year turned into another, and you soon began to think of L as someone you would be friends with forever.

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[lightnoengi]

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[shalotttower]

A Natural Benefit

Title: A Natural Benefit

Fandom: Death Note

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female)

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

Word count: 2100+

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

"Would you indulge me?"

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

His habits are strange but harmless.

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

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

"I want to kiss you."

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

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

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

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

"Because I don't want to."

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

______________________________________________________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will."

L hums. "Want a bet?"

Your eyes narrow.

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

"And if he doesn't?"

"I leave you alone for two days."

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

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

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

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

"The speakers?"

"Switched off."

"The cameras?"

"Those will stay."

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

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

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

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

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

______________________________________________________

Twelve minutes.

Three more and he's dead.

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

_______________________________________________________

The male lead dies after seventeen minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anticipation.

"Fine," you say finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Band-aids and ripping them off.

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

He tastes like caramel popcorn.

Mint tea.

Indulgence.

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

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

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

Technicalities and loopholes.

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

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

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

"I told you it would benefit us both."

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