24 she/her/hers
i need to actually write on a schedule. this is supposed to help w that
(i also have an art acct - where i got the pfp from)
AO3: oatmealwrites
I was having a lot of issues with my original masterlist so I've decided to clean things up a bit!
Navigation:
Click the series/fandom to be directed to that specific masterlist
For SERIES there are specific lists -> my current two: Aizawa x Reader, L x Reader are the only fics I have for BNHA and DN right now, so they stand alone in this masterlist instead of being nested in a "BNHA -> Series -> Fic" sequence
As is write more, the more updates i'll do to the navigation
Hopefully it's not too confusing! ~~enjoy! <3
Freak-tember list here ;)
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Separate masterlist w/ headcanons & long fics here
holiday themed frat AU masterlist here
DEATH NOTE
-> Only fic so far [Series]
L x Reader multi-part fic masterlist here
MY HERO ACADEMIA
-> Only one fic so far [series]
Aizawa x Reader multi-part fic masterlist here
a/n ty for bearing w me while i clean everything up <333
dumbass question, but would L be dying at the end of CKNF??
LMAO
no it's not dumb!!
I thought about it for a while and I decided to keep him alive and adjust the canon a little bit. Once it's done, I'll prob do an epilogue and take requests if people wanna see certain events in that universe still!
heeeello oatmeal! while i claw at the bars of my enclosure waiting for your oneshot i also wanted to ask a request that popped up in my mind hehe
as the holly jolly christmas spirit fills the air i was curious if you’d make a oneshot of the task force doing a cutesy little christmas/holiday party! and maybe mistletoe…and maybe a certain hunchbacked detective…under it?
i wish it snowed where i live but we ball. anyway that’s all. idk how to end these off…farewell??? raye penber?? idk man 💔.
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HEYYY 🍓
me when i see this in february ....
DW POOKIE I STILL WROTE IT (a/n at the end + not proofread!)
fluff! Holiday party! L x Reader [CKNF AU]
It didn’t matter that the group hadn’t slept the recommended 8 hours in weeks, it didn’t matter that you were all up to your necks in court orders and warrants for different c-suite suspects, and it certainly didn’t matter that the two people everyone depended on the most were currently handcuffed.
Ok well some of it mattered, but the virus would come for everyone at some point.
As the holiday season rolled closer and eventually by, the task force wasn’t all back together until the new year had started and the seasonal chocolates in the convenience stores were on clearance. Most members, including yourself, took staggered vacations to see family and friends over the past few days and it wasn’t until now that you all were back in the routine of fighting crime and finding Kira.
Until one particular evening, when the virus was formed and then spread.
It started as a bit of pestering from Misa, who eventually passed it on to Matsuda, who then passed it on to you. That little ‘why don’t we ever have office parties?’ and ‘the holiday season is still going right? It’s technically still winter’.
At first you did your best to ignore it; bury your head in papers and pretend to ignore the growing pleas from Misa and Matsuda until you could no longer resist. How much harm could one evening do anyway?
And that’s how it landed you laying on the bed of the shared room of Ryuzaki and Light; L had one hand on an extended cuff that led into the adjoining room for 15-20 minutes of ‘alone time’ that was allowed and the other was wrapped around your waist.
“No.”
“Oh come onnn, I haven’t even said the whole plan yet.”
L looks up from his position in your collarbone with an unimpressed look. “I’ve heard it laid out 16 times from Misa in the last 3 days. And mediocrely summarized by Matsuda another 4.” he adds.
“But you haven’t heard it from meee”
He immediately shuts his eyes and buries his face back into your body; the hand that’s free traces circles into your clothes with icy fingers. These minutes were the very few times he could get away from the task force and have you all to himself. No sharing and no distractions. Yes, his mind would drift to the case at times, but these were the rare moments he didn’t have to look over his shoulder.
Truthfully, he could think of a lot more… energetic ways to spend the time with you, but any second in your arms was plenty for him.
“Doesn- mfh mah-der” he grumbles into the fabric of your sweater.
You groan slightly and shake him with slight impatience while snow continues falling outside. Negative temperatures leave you spending more nights in the HQ than before, and the moments snuggled up beside him would almost be cute if he wasn’t always barefoot and touching his icicle toes to your calves.
There’s no stopping this. You know it, he knows it, the universe probably knows it too.
That once you have laid your eyes upon something, or pondered a thought a little too long, there's nothing L wouldn't do to provide you with it.
In the lingering moments of your sweet voice in his ears and soft hands gently shaking him, all resolves melts away.
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And to be fair, the ‘party’ goes on without much of an issue.
The group decided to be extra dedicated this week, pouring additional hours into the cold late nights on stakeouts and document scanning to enjoy one full Saturday celebrating the season.
You arrive about a half-hour early to finish setting up in the ‘living room’ of the HQ with sofas that remind you of the days in the ever-changing hotels and nearly bump into Matsuda upon opening the door.
“WOA– ha!” He stumbles back slightly and readjusts his support of a foldable step-ladder, “Nearly knocked us over there!’
You shrug off a jacket and pause. “Us?”
Ryuzaki turns the corner to admire your holiday outfit and turns his cuffed hand up to the unpaid college student attempting to fasten winter lights to the upper area of the wall. “Yes, we’re putting up the light-s”
….
There’s a brief moment of pause before Misa comes in from an adjoining room helping Watari with trays of various snacks with an excited yell at how ‘the place is coming together to look sooo cute’. No time to really let the “joke”marinate, though you and Light exchange a humored look before he continues adjusting the wires.
Despite arriving early, the majority of the group seems to have nowhere else to be on this cold and wintry evening. Aizawa and the chief arrive only moments after yourself, and Mogi comes in maybe 5 minutes past the starting time with a few deliverymen to drop off the crates of drinks.
Warm lights now hanging, glasses filled, and steady music filling the air as the snow outside piles up on the ground below. It’s a warm and comfortable change from the stressful life-or-death situation you all so often find yourselves in.
Mogi spends time showing the best way to open a bottle of champagne without it exploding, Aizawa is alarmingly good at charades, and Misa makes excellent conversations with everyone on their own holiday traditions.
It’s about a few hours in when the group has sat around the fireplace, sipping and eating and laughing through a game of charades when you wish that time would freeze. What would life be if this was the daily experience?
In a way it’s like how your life was before you joined the task force. Looking back, it’s crazy you ever even complained about it.
Commuting to classes and to work while listening to music. Grabbing unhealthy take out with friends and eating on the apartment floors. Only having to fight sleep since you didn’t want the night to end.
Sure it wasn’t perfect, there was still drama, and stress, and fatigue. But a part of you wishes so badly that it was a life you could be experiencing with the loud and now rowdy group of overworked and underappreciated people sitting beside you.
Maybe you’ve had too much to drink or watched one too many Hallmark films this season.
Sipping on your glass and having no interest to guess the movie Matsuda is trying to act out despite Watari and Misa’s best attempts, you notice a certain man with poor posture now lingering by the snack table.
“All I want for Christmas is you!” Light yells out, not even noticing the slight tug of the cuff on his wrist.
“What–?” Matsuda screeches while standing upright “That’s not even a movi–”
“Shhh! The actor can’t speak!” The chief interrupts, sitting forward with his hands clasped in focus.
Light turns to mouth ‘he’s acting out MOVIES???’ to Mogi who shrugs; the group is so engrossed that no one notices you slip off the couch and towards the corner of the room.
Well, everyone but the world’s best detective.
“Not enjoying the game?” he offers.
He looks at you from his peripherals before turning ¾ with a small plate re-filled with a variety of fruits and hand-held tarts; you inch close and nudge him slightly.
“Thank you.”
Ryuzaki doesn’t say anything in response at first, blinking slowly like a cat and shrugging with a small upturned smile.”I should say the same.”
Who knows how long it’s been, or if ever, that he’s enjoyed a party like this. Intimate and warm with people he’s come far enough to feel comfortable and safe with. A group he trusts to solve the hardest case of his lifetime and one he will not trust to articulate without words.
Matsuda motions excitedly for Aizawa to guess, the group eager to pass the baton to the next player, when L places the plate down and picks up your hand instead.
Wind howling and atmosphere so warm it brings a flush to your cheeks (that or the alcohol), he brings your wrist to his lips and kisses the thrumming pulse of your heart beneath the flesh. It’s gentle and soft, his own personal reminder that you’re here and alive beside him.
You tangle a hand lovingly in his hair, careful not to catch on any of the ridiculous decorations on his ugly sweater Misa had picked out as you comb the strands.
“Just for the record, I was enjoying the game.”
He pulls back and eyes up at you while straightening upright. “Oh yea?”
“I mean… did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Ryuzaki smiles wider this time and gives you a cheeky look. The group too distracted and yelling to overhear a single word or notice a thing while you point up at the hastily taped mistletoe hanging conveniently over the snack table.
“You were standing here for a whole 3 minutes and I could feel your eyes burning into the back of my head the entire time.”
Hands snaking over his shoulders once you rest your glass on the table, and his hands finding purchase around your waist and pulling you closer; you continue to talk as if ignoring the process of what was to happen.
“Here I was trying to be subtle.”
He pulls you in even closer by the hips. The rough of his jeans rubbing against the fabric of yours.
“Mmmm, it’s cute.”
Breath sweet and lingering of frosting, his nose nudges your own before soft lips latch together. It’s slow, and sweet, and painfully pg 13 as the metal cuffs occasionally clink! with each little movement of his wrist.
Pulling apart and coming back together, again and again and again, the world slows and melts away in the moment. The man can tie cherry stems together, and the movement of his tongue in your mouth proves it.
It’s a bit risque given the proximity of your co-workers, though their drunken state leaves little to worry about until Ryuzaki grabs your ass with a little too much ferocity and nearly yanks Light’s hands from the armrest.
“Heyyyy,” you playfully pull back, resting against the pull of his hands holding you up and into him. “What are you up to?”
He purses his lips and smiles, “Nothing. But trust me I’ll get to the bottom of… whatever it is you are accusing me of.”
Laughing at the slyness of the man in front of you, you both lean in to kiss again when there’s a roar at the fireplace feet away.
Aizawa stands up, nearly grabbing Matsuda by the tie when the chief grabs him to instead shake his shoulders in shock. Misa and Mogi shrink back when a tray of cheese and crackers falls to the floor and Light puts a hand over his eyes. Watari stares in shock.
You both blink at the commotion..
While staring at the scene, you mindlessly continue the conversation. “I think Matsuda just learned that ‘The night before Christmas’ and 'the nightmare before Christmas’ are two different things.”
“Hmmm,” L pulls away in slight intrigue. “Yes, I think you’re correct.” He turns to you, “Honestly, I was wondering how long it was going to take them”
a/n
HEHEHE i'm sooorrryyy this is so late but i promised to reviewed my inbox !!
i did this over the weekend when i had some free time and to keep you CKNF pookies feed in between chapters
[tbh even when the series ends i'll prob continue to do one shots in the AU if u guys want]
LOVE UUUU and sorry i did not proofread this so if the grammar is a lil dookie pls forgive me
Tags: Bondage, shibari ropes, little bit of foot kissing, condoms, no condoms, doggy, missionary, oral (fem receiving), restrained movement, slow sex, lingerie, creampie, reader on top for one, experimenting (dildo, vibrator, and more), p in v, reader has female anatomy, 18+, mdni !
A/N at the end pookie
uhh not proofread but i made my friend read it first
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Nanami Kento
“And one more-”
He traces the skin of your calf until his fingers hover right above the bone of your ankle.
“… ah- here.”
Warm and calloused hands wrap the smooth threads of the rope around the underside of your left ankle and carefully bind it up to the knots on your thigh. The red shibari bright against your skin while Kento peers down at the picture book, his knee holding the page open while both of his hands are pre-occupied.
Squirming slightly with limited patience, Kento looks up from his knot and pinches the flesh of your foot.
“Hey there… what’s with this behavior suddenly?” he gently scolds (more so teases).
You purse your lips at the man and huff slightly while throwing your head slightly more on the plush pillow. “Mmmm, how much longer Ken?”
He smiles at you and places a kiss on the flesh of your foot before turning back to the threads in his hand. “Depends how long you decide to keep squirming dear. I’m just following the book you gave me.”
Okay yes, it was your idea. But in your defense, it makes total sense. The man loves to read. He also loves to fuck you. So it wasn’t a long deliberation in the adult section of the book store to buy the “How To” demonstration on Shibari ropes.
But now it’s been 25 minutes of both of you stripped down to nothing except the bright red ribbons that decorate your restrained limbs. Welll… you’re decorated with red string while his bright red tip weeps loooong strands of pre cum onto the silk sheets below— a stain and issue to worry about in the morning.
It takes another excruciating 4 minutes until the rest of you is completely tied up and held still by the soft threads and only seconds before the man is comfortably positioned between your legs. Kento doesn't even look up from your pussy when the book topples to the floor with a thud. He certainly doesn’t look up when the first orgasm leaves your legs twitching against the confines.
No, the man peacefully slips his fingers in and out while his lips suck on your swollen clit and a mixture of saliva and cum pools from your pussy and joins the stains of his own leaking pre on the sheets.
It takes another 30 minutes until he finally stretches you open wider with his own cock. And hours until he unties you.
Gift: How to: Beginner’s Guide to Shibari in the Bedroom
Toji Fushiguro
It was supposed to be a joke. An XL box of condoms you picked up from the pharmacy as a gag gift for Toji and his own lack of child support. What you didn’t expect was for him to take it as a challenge: to finish the entire box in one night and then you’d have to take it raw again. (tbh you’d take it raw anyways but that’s unrelated)
So now here you are, 17 rubbers into a box of 24 with at least one chair broken and sheets covered in a mixture of sweat and cum.
“F-Fuck… boutta make me fill up another-” Toji grumbles behind you, hands so tight on your hips that your GP will ask about the bruises.
Your response is muffled by the pillow as the weight of the man pushes you deeper into the plush.
Truth be told, you haven’t had sex 17 times today; at least 5 of the condoms ‘accidentally tore’ when Toji was either ripping off the foil or sliding it down his shaft. And at least 2 rounds were ‘double layered’. Not that it mattered, you both had the stamina to make your neighbors regret their renting decisions.
Bed frame smacking against the wall with every thrust, the pillow you cushioned between the wooden bars and your neighbor dropped to the floor at least 3 rounds ago.Toji grunts loud by your ear, dripping sweat and a string of profanities while his canines nip at your flesh.
Toes curling and mind going fuzzy, his hips snaps into you a few more times before the rhythm slows and he gives you a quick warning tap before slowly pulling out. Hot cum pooled at the tip of the condom, he pulls the material from his sore cock with a wince before taking a swig from your water bottle on the night stand.
There’s a moment of silence when he passes you the metal tumbler until he shuffles off the bed for a moment and makes his way to the flimsy cardboard box on the floor.
“Got a few more in ‘ya?’’
Gift: Condoms. Lubricated and ribbed.
Choso Kamo
No winter storm is loud enough to drown out all of the sounds leaking from Choso’s bedroom, but that doesn’t stop you from praying the rest of his family doesn’t wake up.
What was supposed to be a nice trip to see the Itadori’s over the new year left you and Choso stranded in the house while one of the worst snowstorms to date roars outside. How many inches were piled up outside while his 8.3 inches were piled up inside you?
The wind roars outside while you lay sleepily on your back and Choso lays beneath your legs eating the mixture of his and your cum from your swollen pussy. You both almost went to bed like it was nothing. Almost.
So many days of keeping each other at an arms length while you played every board game under the sun with his family finally reached a tipping point. The rest of his family was barely in their own rooms before you and Choso were practically clawing each other back into his room.
“You okay?” he says slurred, saliva dripping from his lips.
Mouth open with mindless whimpers escaping your lips, the man takes his time to spit and suck and stir up your insides while you both lay wrapped beneath the covers. How many hours has it been? 3?
You murmur the mix between a moan and hum of approval and tug his hair slightly to reposition his mouth on your clit. He greedily rubs his tongue against it. It’s too cold to leave the bed, but your bodies are burning up in the tent of the duvet.
Wind roaring, snow hitting the panes, and gushes of his fingers knuckle deep make up the sounds of the room. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and drinking you dry like an unhuman creature, Choso finally pulls the duvet down just enough for you both to breathe a bit of air.
You tug at the now sweaty and wet chunks of dark hair and push it from his forehead.
The howling outside doesn’t let up and the forecast is calling for another 6 inches of snow overnight but hey, same time tomorrow?
Gift: A new weighted blanket
Geto Suguru
Having raw sex in the safety and comfort of his bedsheets while the rest of the world sleeps is one of Suguru’s favorite ways to take you. Truth be told the man would drop his trousers if you even breathed the hint of making love, but this was his preferred setting.
There’s no wrapping of any kind when it comes to the man leaning over your back and pressing his chest to the flesh of it. Long evenings of nightmares and stress make the feeling of your skin against his own heaven, and there is nowhere else he'd rather be.
A doggy position to most isn’t the most romantic, but it gives Suguru a feeling of control while simultaneously being able to hug your body into his from above. Instead of leaning back and controlling your hips, he folds over to hover your body; he uses one hand to position himself up and the other to palm at your breasts and squeeze the nipples extra hard when you squeak.
It’s hot, and erotic, and his hips don’t let his cock slide too far out before he ruts them back inside; side to side and up and down to press against every little spot rather than focusing on speed.
The cold wind outside is drowned out by the soft whispers and moans you make to one another. Hot humid air that smells of sex twist with the rolling plumes of woodsy incense that illuminate a dark glow as they burn down.
“Love you– haaa you know that?” He murmurs into your ear before bitting down on the flesh of your shoulder.
“Of cour– aaa se”
You bounce forward with his hips and nearly dip from assisting his weight while his balls smack against your body with a shallow plap!
It’ll be at least another hour until you both are satisfied and dehydrated enough to stop, but while he has you like this, completely unwrapped and vulnerable, Suguru’s entire attention and being is focused entirely on you.
Gift: New incense holder
Gojo Satoru
It’s been a few weeks since the holidays passed but that didn’t encourage you or Satoru to put away the decorations at a reasonable time. Nope. Instead, the boxes of lights, streamers, and wrapping paper stayed out loooong past December. It’s also what led to the situation before your eyes.
Instead of just recycling or putting away the last few rolls of paper, Satoru attempted to ‘wrap himself up’ as a cheeky way of presenting you a belated gift. (definitely not because he couldn’t be bothered to properly dispose of it)
“Ah-! Watch it…” he whines beneath you, “that one hurt !”
Pulling piece after piece of transparent tape from his pubes that got stuck in his own charade, the man laying on the bed beneath you squirms.
“Why did you even tape the paper to your bare body in the first place…?” you murmur, pulling off another piece and tearing a few more hairs in the process.
Satoru continues whimpering… and groaning… and squirming until eventually his skin is a bright pink, the follicles have gone numb, and he notices your own thighs twitching.
And he takes the moment, and savors it.
The entire time you sat above him, he allowed it. But now?
The seconds fly by until the roles have swapped and you lay beneath him on actively soaking bedsheets while he pumps in and out and in and out. Tape sticking to the inner flesh of your thighs and leaving a bright red mark every time it attaches and rips off with Satoru’s movements.
Crinkling paper and a slew of huffs escape his lips while he planks over your body in a nice missionary fold. Air steaming with the increased temperature, you lean back into the disheveled pillows in bliss. The sheer force of his body sliding his cock in and out of your swollen pussy creates a mess of your hair as it slides up and down on the pillow.
To be fair, you both probably would’ve found a way to have sex when he was still half wrapped in the paper, but this way results in much fewer papercuts.
Gift: Glue sticks for future wrapping
Higuruma Hiromi
The lace of your bombshell bra tickles the swell of your breasts as gravity pushes them forward and the pace of Hiromi’s hips leave you buckling over the sofa. A new lace set was the gift you surprised him with a few weeks back, and it’s unlocked a new set of kinks you never knew the man had. Fucking you with the lingeries still on.
Now to be fair, the mans loooves seeing you naked. And if he didn’t have to go to work everyday, he would rather lay between your legs than do anything else. But there was just something so hot about seeing you decorated in skimpy, pretty fabric while fucking into your cunt.
“Haaaa, just like that.” Hiromi tilts his head back and takes a hand from your hips to loosen the tie around his neck.
The man came home, saw you in his favorite color and frills and decided to skip the undressing on both your parts. Bent over the sofa and pants barely past his hips, his cock slides in and out without friction as you clench around the length.
Seeing your pussy through the thin fabric and the long frill of the teddy that flowed from the underwire of the slutty push-up bra itched a primal portion of his brain. He could see through it, yet your flesh was still covered? Oh yea, something about just got him riled up.
So panties pulled to the side and your own breasts bouncing in your upturned face, the sofa slides along the wooden floors while his skin slaps against the flesh of your ass.
God, you would have noise complaints later. Furniture sliding and moans can only be explained by so much. And in this situation it was the soaked gusset of your thong pulled halfway across your ass while a hand sneaks from the underwire to squeeze a tit with greed.
Hiromi stays leaning over you for a moment before pulling back and letting his spine arch and allow his hips control the movement.
A long day at work is awful, but coming home to you? All wrapped up in skimpy lace? There’s nothing that makes him come (back) faster.
Gift: Lace teddy set
Roymen Sukuna
On a rare occasion he allows it (and will never admit how much he secretly enjoys it), Sukuna is the one wrapped up beneath you. Well wrapped is more of an understatement… chained is probably better suiting in these cases.
Cheap leather wrist and ankle wraps that attach to stainless steel thin chains secure each of his limbs to the corners of the bed. Sure he could probably escape if he wanted to at any moment given the poor quality of the restraints… but he wouldn’t even dream of it in situations like this.
Squeezing every drop of cum from his cock while you bounce above him. Eyes glazed and blank stuck staring at your tits while his mind fuzzes over in a warm bliss.
Occasionally his arms twitch in over stimulation, to which you sliiiide off with a pop! and give him a few minutes of care and kisses. Peppering his neck, rubbing his chest while his heart races, and wiping the sweat from his brow as he comes back.
The bounce from mind hazy orgasm to ready for the next round is remarkably quick for a man of his size, though you make no complaints as you swing one leg over his hips and sit.
“Ahh shit– haaa” he groans, hair wet and his head thrown back. “Didn’t wanna give ngh me another minute?”
The sarcastic remark is betrayed by the twitch of his muscles and the grin of his pelvis up and into you when the pace even slows down by a fraction. Such a moody and brooding man now lays beneath you, itching and urging for any way possible to get his cock more ensheathed by your cunt.
It’s hot and greedy, and despite his ability to escape at any moment he reasonably wanted to, there’s nothing else Sukuna could’ve wished for this holiday season. Besides of course maybe a vibrator he could control remotely. Maybe next year?
Gift: Beginner’s leather bondage set
Shoko Ieiri
Ok you got scammed. But how were you supposed to know the silk, organic, and lilac bondage ropes you got on a super discounted price would wind up be a fraction of the length actually needed to tie anything up? The moment of realization in the bedroom and moment of reflection of maybe you should’ve checked the delivered package before wrapping it up and slapping a bow has now melted into a different scene.
Sure ropes are nice, but if the idea is to have you immobilized while Ieiri can toy and prod at your cunt, then that is what will happen. So that leaves you sweating in the felt of a blankets that’s been wrapped around your torso a few times.
Arms snug at your sides and legs thrown onto both shoulders of the brunette, Ieiri leans forward and take times to switch between the array toys laid on the bed. Vibrators, dildos, even small whips have graced your skin or were slid inside while you moan and squirm from your confines.
“Oh come onnnn” she taunts and spreads your twitching thighs further apart, “I know you take another.”
Another at this point could be anything. Another finger, another round of lips on your clit, another orgasm; the list continues for a long time.
And while one might think that laying between their partner’s legs and focusing solely on pleasure would be an imbalance, Ieiri doesn’t hide her own satisfaction that comes from it. Any time there’s a gap in the stimulation you can hear the soft moans of her own fingers taking the cum from your own orgasm and stuffing them inside herself.
Sheets soaking in the puddles of sweat and cum, there’s a back and forth to the pleasure she provides you and the view of her own while you come down from a high. Eortic and awestruck, the confines of the felt blanket has provided a highly beneficial situation that you can’t wait to return to.
Gift: $4.99 clearance lilac ropes! Perfect for beginners.
an: tyyyy for your patience with this pookies!! I feel like every week i have a new random life update, and this time i am moving apartments hehe. I've also been scheduling better times to write when i'm not packing up which is fun.
my timeline gets a lil busy in march since i'll be traveling BUT that also means hours on an airplane to write soooo (GL to the person who's gotta sit next to me <3)
POOKIES!! I will be posting a freaky ahhh JJK piece today or tomorrow
(i'm forcing my friend to read it first hehe)
THEN I will be doing 2 requests that I... uhhh.... saw at a reasonable time (i'm weeks late) over the weekend/early week -> both are for my death note pookies
i’ve been highkey obsessed with your aizawa fic, i might be the best one i’ve ever read 😛😛
just wondering if your still continuing it since it hasn’t been updated since earlier in the year? (no rush, just wondering 💗)
heyy
actually yes this is on my list of things to do! I really loveee writing that fic and I want to wrap it up nicely in ideal a chapter or two more. I dont have a timeline for it yet, but i haven't forgotten about it !!
(tbh i just need to rewatch bnha episode again hehe)
tags: unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (female receiving), cum, semi public sex, noise complaints, established relationship, friends to lovers, fiancés, candles, multiple positions, (pls use some protection ppl)
NOT PROOFREAD!
L, Light, Matsuda
word count: 2.6k words
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L
There’s only so much money can buy for the smartest man in existence. He can topple crime syndicates, guess business ventures and out trade the stock market, he can summon gifts and snacks from anywhere in the world with the snap of his fingers and a nod from Watari. But fixing the city-wide power outage in a blizzard? Yea… there’s only so much money you can offer a construction crew before they eventually give up and tell you to wait 12 hours until the storm passes.
Which leaves you in the penthouse suite of a luxury apartment complex (he owns) bundled up in blankets and basking in the warm glow of the 1200 candles he had priority delivered. (He ensured to tip the delivery operators their wage tenfold).
Despite this, your breath crystalizes in the air with each puff while a certain man paces the floor, a stray hangnail between his canines.
“Only about 8 more hours at this rate.”
“L?” You call to him, pausing your hand warming by the array of candles on the table and look up at the man in silence.
“Yes… based on the intensity of the storm and the revised infrastructure bill passed, crews will be cleared to continue by 7 am…”
“L.”
He stops. Candles warming his fair skin to a smooth and sultry glow, he pads over to your position and squats to meet your level. His usual white t-shirt exchanged for an ivory thermal henley, L crouches beside you and instinctively finds your pinky finger to fiddle with instead.
“Yes?”
Squeezing his hand instinctively, you nudge his shoulder slightly with a knowing look. “I’m not going to freeze to death. You don’t need to be harassing the public workers during all of this.”
He furrows his lip on instinct and leans into your shoulder, long black strands of hair tickling your cheeks and nose. “I’m aware of this.” He grumbles.
Merging his body into the fluff of the blanket, you unwrap it slightly and throw it over the man’s shoulders to envelop him inside the cocoon. Cold toes threatening to push the pants leg of your jeans up to freeze your calf, L finds comfort in melting directly into you.
There’s no phone calls or emergency case files being sent over, just the sound of heavy wind and snow blowing just beyond the window panes. Beyond the glass is dark– the lack of power shutting out the twinkle of holiday lights and the streets only illuminated by the occasional snow plow.
It’s one of the rare times the world finally leaves the two of you alone. And one of the rare times where you have L all to yourself without interruption.
Candles flickering along the apartment, the small game of footsies beneath the covers slowly morphs into play wrestling beneath the blanket and on the cool wooden floors. Fingers tickling at his ribs, the man exhales happily into your neck before sliding his knee between your thighs and putting just enough of his torso’s weight onto your own to keep you pinned.
There’s nothing to cut the moment short and even though this man has memorized every square inch of your body, he explores it just as thoroughly as he did the very first time you let him. Warm lips with the occasional nip from his teeth graze your neck and leave a glistening trail of saliva in the candle light from kiss to kiss.
Shirts discarded somewhere in another pile of blankets, L takes your nipple in his teeth while grinding his erection into your thigh. Beads of sweat pool at your forehead as his tongue swirls the nerves before biting slightly and moving onto the next.
“Ah, fuck.”
Your words of encouragement leave him kissing lower and lower until he tugs the baggy jeans down your ankles and returns back up to yank the gusset of your panties right down with the discarded denim.
The circus tenting of the blanket leaves the space hot and barely visible as his head dips down to the peak between your thighs. Long hair tickling your legs and now in your fingers as you pull at his scalp, L attaches his lips to your clit.
Knowing exactly where every little nerve and spot he needs to graze, his tongue laps at the bud before dipping to catch any arousal dripping from your sopping cunt.
“Sweeter than honey, you know.” He murmurs before sliding his fingers in and out as if he could scoop the pre cum out of you and onto his tongue. Hands finding purchase at the roots of his hair, the man is insatiable.
Quite literally the only place he could die being completely satisfied. Open case files eat away this man day and night, but say the word and he’d put them all on pause for a moment with you. Sometimes even solving cases while balls deep inside you– the ‘eureka’ moment having more than one connotation. Though that’s a story for another time.
Tongue lapping at your pussy until you have to claw the man back slightly, his pupils stare up at you with blown intent. Reading your expression with a slight tilt, he scans your face until he locks in on the beads of sweat now dripping from your temples at the increased temperature.
Blinking once and then again, he rocks back to pull the entire blanket off in one swing.
“Woa–” you yelp, partially from the surprise and the other part impressed at the dodge of the many lit candles around you.
Not bothering to wait a moment, L pulls you by the ankles to slide along the floor and wraps your legs around his waist. Tugging your arms up and around his neck, he flexes his thighs and rises to his feet, carrying you with ease despite the yelps.
“Wa– hey! Where are we going?”
He shakes off the final pant leg of his jeans and lightly tosses you up to get a better grip on your ass to hold your body against his own.
“So many questions yet so few theories. Don’t you know better at this point?”
Grumbling slightly into his ear, you move in to bite the shell before a searing feeling spreads across your entire back.
!!!!
No words can coherently form in the yells you let out as the flesh of your back presses flush against the freezing windows panes of the apartment. Floor to ceiling glass is the only protection against the storm for this wall, at the moment your body further absorbs the sub-arctic temperatures.
Body withering at the sensation, there’s another long squeal cut short into a moan as pressure builds and then slides. His cock shallowly pumps in and out until he’s able to glide in with an audible Plap! Plap! Plap! mixing the sound of your skin meeting and sticky slush of arousal pooled.
The outside world, unable to see anything in the darkness of the storm, is unaware that the flesh of your ass is pressed firmly to the glass and squeaks as L’s hips grind into your own. For these moments you are completely invisible, though not silent.
If there were neighbors attached to any wall, a knock on the door would surely come by this point. There’s only so many groans, and thuds, and yelps that can exist before an eventual complaint comes around.
Though it doesn’t matter now or any other point of the evening. Time off from his usual evening work combined with an already impressive stamina leaves your back cold against the window panes but pussy leaking hot cum after a few minutes.
And then of course tossing you over the edge of the sofa and taking you from behind. And then the wooden floors beneath the blanket. (Honestly, it’ll be quite the clean up tomorrow.)
But regardless, even if he can’t pay to have the power restored, L will ensure you stay niceee and warm. (from the inside out)
Light
The apartment Light purchases after college is small, cozy, and unfortunately not perfect. On a fresh detective’s salary, there’s only so nice of an apartment he can afford that's in the city. You never minded though, bringing him house warming gifts, coming over for dinners every weekend, and unfortunately also gifting him a space heater that breaks the first big snow storm of the season.
Shivering on the bed of your best friend, Light tinkers with the small machine until enough screws fall from the grate for him to toss the screwdriver to the side with an exhausted expression. Covered in the duvet on his bed, you watch the man sigh gently as the wind howls and rattles the trees brushing the window panes.
“There’s no use, it’s completely broken.” He kicks the machine to the side and moves to stand up and look out the window with a scowl.
You pout and sit upright with a tight grip on the blanket. “I can go back outside? The corner store down the road might–”
“What?” He cuts you off and whips around to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.
“I can go out and try to find at least hand warmers…”
He raises an eyebrow at you and your failed attempt to hid the shiver shaking your shoulders and lets out an exhausted laugh.
“Yea, that’s not gonna happen.”
You kick him with a double-socked up foot and open the duvet up for him to come closer.
There’s a steady moment of silence as he huddles beneath the fabric with you and the dim lights of his apartment flicker. The weather forecast on the television in the background is reduced to static at the thick tension between you both.
Just two long time best friends who always keep it platonic! Nothing strange here.
And nothing strange when his hand tugs your knee in closer. When he keeps his eyes on your lips. Or when the dam breaks and he pulls your jaw to connect your lips in the messiest and longest french kiss of your life.
Because that’s what friends do!!!
They tug your panties off and shuffle them into the night stand to jerk off with later. And they eat you out until the muscles of your thighs twitch from the overstimulation. And they sometimes forget to buy condoms…?
Hot skin grinding into your hips, the abdomen of the man above you flexes with every thrust and movement from the intimate connection. Thick cock giving a delicious stretch to the ring of your pussy, Light keeps his head up to watch your expression and give the occasional kiss to the top of your feet that he holds to his shoulders.
Can you even bend this way?
Not like it really matters when he ensured you were nice and warmed up.
The cheap wooden IKEA bedframe tapping against the wall, the sound of the wind nearly drowns out the occasional angry thud of the unfortunate neighbor hearing each moan and yelp from your lips.
“A-Ah… light..! They’re gonna ahh gonna hear–!”
“–Let them…! Haa shit.. L-let them hear who’s fucking you s-so good right now.”
Cocky and slightly egotistical in nature as he matured, the soft actions of his thumb rubbing against your clit remind you of the detailed and persistent man you’ve befriended and now bedded(?).
Even when the duvet is tossed to the ground and the weather channel alerts that the storm will be passing shortly, Light ensures you stay nice and warm.
When the wind gets louder? He ensures your moans drown it out. When the sheets become sopped in a mixture of your cum? He drags you over to the small laundry washer in the kitchen and has you sit on it while he runs a load of laundry and pumps a fresh load into you.
After all, when it get this cold out, what else are friends for?
Matsuda
With the hours Matsuda works on the task force during the year, it’s no wonder how he accumulated a small and impressive savings for your annual trip. Every year the two of you go on a vacation for two weeks and spend the time away from the stress of your work lives and focus on each other.
These vacations are the rare opportunity to bond as a couple, travel to new cities, and reflect on the year passed. It also has led to the most comfortable mountainside lodge… with no working heat.
Wind picking up outside and swirling fat tufts of snow, you sit beside the fireplace while Matsuda makes small adjustments to the logs with the provided metal fire poker. He blows into the embers to bring the fire back to life and sighs at your shivers behind him.
“Sorry… I tried to bring it back slightly… I don’t think it worked very well though…”
You tug him back slightly and he places the rod onto the wooden floors before sliding to sit beside you and rub your shoulders for warmth. The fire’s warm light illuminates the lodge’s living room and brings a glow to the cold skin of your fiance’s face.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” you nudge him and push a recently snow-dried chunk of hair from his face.
He groans slightly in admittance, wanting to apologize for not making this perfect but also knowing there’s no changing your mind. Kissing your hand, he rubs the shining ring on your finger and leans closer into your neck.
The blizzard outside howls and brings a deafening silence to the rest of the world while the two of you drown in the crackle of the embers and the moans of each other.
Hands between your thighs and stretching you in preparation while the saliva of his kisses on your neck dry in the firelight. Fingers uncalloused from his position at the desk lets him pump without friction and coat them smoothly in your arousal.
It’s different from the vacations you’ve previously taken. Now bound by a ring on your finger and isolated from the rest of the world, it’s sex that fully combines the two of you into one.
The floor is sizzling from the body heat and presence of the fire while your bodies connect.
Hips rolling into yours, Matsuda keeps one hand locked on yours while the other pushes the flesh of your pussy slightly wider to watch himself slide in and out; connect and reconnect.
Despite the lack of heat in the cabin, the cum spilling out scorches your flesh and pools onto the floor and every other surface the two of you fuck on.
It’s raw and intimate and a bit… sticky?
You don’t need a heater or a roaring fire to stay warm when you’re with Matsuda ;)
a/n:
are Matsuda's and Light's shorter than L's? Yes.
unfortunately i got impatient and wanted it freakier fastier soooo hehehe
i'm tagging everyone who is on the CKNF list for all DN freaky series posts
hello oatmeal!! i was really anxious to write this idek why but screw it 💔 apologies in advance for yapping so much LMFAO. lowkey i just need to get ts off my chest??
first of all, hi welcome backkkk!! i was so scared you got hit by the fanfic writer curse only to find out it was bc you got empl*yed 🥹 hope your job’s going well <33!
SECOND, omgomgomg i love your writing so much. i was genuinely shaking from joy when i saw you updated 😭 like i had been ranting to one of my friends nearly EVERYDAY over you being gone and the scream i scrupt when i saw you were back?? i sound insane but i’m too attached to CKNF… ✌🏼😔
third, i love your portrayal of L and Reader so much, he’s so dorky and in-character i love him sm 💞 and Reader is so wonderfully characterized i genuinely love everything about her and the way she thinks; especially how annoyed she is in the beginning by Light and L bc my girl is so valid. and how she can counter either of them in brains? WOOO yes.
fourth, did i mention i love your writing? and the fact that you’re keeping L alive oh my DAYS thank you. i don’t think i’ve ever been as attached to a character as i am to L, and i think your version of him makes me just love him all the more. so, yes THANK YOUUUU!
okay. i think that’s all. stay hydrated and take care of yourself! don’t overwork and stay sigma man.
P.S. could i…be 🍓 anon…
OMGOMGOMG
This is so sweet?!?!
Thank you so much fr and ofc you can be 🍓 <33
I'm sooo happy to be back and I plan on posting my first upload for freak-tember tn (it's DN themed too hehehe)
It also means literally the world to me that you like CKNF and the way I write the characters ;-;. L is and has been such an important character to me so I try really hard to keep him as canon as possible.
TY again for being so patient with me and my j*b (i'm literally at w*rk rn answering this LMAO) and I promise to never leave for that long again pookie
Synopsis: The morning after a night with L leaves you comfortable with your relationship but uneasy with the direction of the investigation. Long nights and difficult conversations leave the task force with an unfortunate decision for the final test of Light's innocence.
Tags: Mentions of sex, morning after, mentions of death, guns, small and cute affections of love with ryuzaki, light in handcuffs ;)... ryuzaki then also in handcuffs LMAO, suuuuper plot heavy (also why it took a while) and will get into more freaky ahh and romantic stuff in the next chapter!
WC: 6.2k
note: NOT proofread or edited, SUPER PLOT HEAVY with limited romantical stuff a/n at the end!
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The spot on the mattress beside you is still slightly warm when a particular loud crack of thunder wakes you up. The comforter on his side is neatly packed in the same fashion as it was the night before while yours looks like you were in an MMA fight within the sheets. Despite his physical presence missing, there's documents and folders around his side of the bed with ink markups that are recently dried.
Groggily blinking away the exhaustion and glancing at the small clock on the nightstand, you peer at the time before softly smiling to yourself. An 8am wakeup is not something you planned last night (morning? technically) but the small gesture makes your heart warm and gives you enough strength to swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up.
How L doesn’t spend all his time lounging on the plush mattress is beyond you– it’s more comfortable than any other bed you’ve been in, and yet the man has absolutely no desire to spend any time in it. Well.. maybe you could convince him of other purposes such a lovely bedroom has to offer. Especially when there's no one nearby to overhear anything this time.
Smiling at the fresh memories of a few hours prior, you stretch upright and tug his pajama bottoms on a bit higher as they threaten to slip down your hips from the aged elastic band. Your clothes are nowhere in the room, but a small shopping bag sits on the bureau by the wall; a note attached peeks out.
‘I instructed Watari to select a few things based on the measurements of the clothing left from our prior exchange. When you’re ready, please join me in the main room.’
Peering at the bag inside, you highly doubt the fashion choices were from Watari. A short sleeved white blouse with buttons and a pair of blue ironed slacks are neatly folded in the bag; it’s a business-casual color equivalent to his usual white tee and washed jeans.
You smile and place the items on the desk and dig through the bottom to instead find multiple options for panties and bras, each one with different lace and silky patterns. Despite the limited options for actual clothing he seemed determined to give you a fine selection of borderline lingerie to select from instead. All with a thread count higher than your bedsheet- really just how loaded IS this man??
Pushing the burn in your cheeks from the fact that man is a closeted FREAK, you pick out a matching set and take your time to attempt a very limited skincare and makeup routine with whatever hotel products and emergency items in your bag you could muster.
The look is clean and natural given the lack of preparation, and when you smooth the outfit down one last time before sliding your heels back on, a small cup on the nightstand in the mirror’s reflection catches your attention. It’s a small cup sitting on a saucer with another note; handwriting decently neat there’s a simple explanation of the now cold coffee and medicine tablet box placed beside it.
In your initial glance at the time, you barely noticed the small pink cardboard box, but examining the details now, a small heat creeps on your cheeks as you push through the perforation and pop the tablet on your tongue. Semi-sweet lukewarm cold coffee washes it down and you place the note in your bag as a small token and make your way back to the door.
There’s silence on the other side, and after a good 45 seconds of waiting for something– anything– to happen, you gently swing the door open and peer out into the main room. Across the way you spot Watari preparing a fresh pot of coffee and miscellaneous breakfast pastries in the kitchen while L is perched over the living room table in his usual uniform. Nearly on instinct, as soon as you take a few steps from the bedroom his head whips in your direction.
A brief moment of silence is shared between you while the background is filled with the small clink! of coffee cups and light rain against the windows. Ryuzaki looks at your outfit up and down and opens his mouth to say something before shutting it; his eyes don’t leave yours again.
Your cheeks warm and a small smile breaks your lips before you do a small twirl to show off the clothing and step forward to sit on the sofa perpendicular to his usual spot. His eyes follow your every move and gentle lips curl upwards slightly.
“You look nice. –Always” he cuts himself off, “You always look nice…’
Blushing and looking down at the table before turning over to him, you smile. “Thanks. I guess Watari has good style?”
Ryuzaki blinks before nodding sternly to follow the bit. “Yes, of course. He’s well traveled and very up to date on a variety of topics. Women’s fashion is nothing he can’t handle.”
“Then I should also thank him for the underwear I have on too?”
Eyes peering back towards the kitchen with the mocking intention of standing up, Ryuzaki’s hand shoots forward and pushes your forearm to remain on the arm of the sofa. He coughs slightly but teasingly tilts his head towards your own. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. I think he actually had a consultant for those…Maybe you could thank them directly?”
Pinching his hand with a grin and nudging his jaw slightly with your nose, you bring your lips to his in a slow and delicate kiss. His mouth follows yours to peck again. And again. And again.
He’s insatiably chasing after you until the squeak of the usual silver cart’s wheels can be heard heading in your direction.
There’s nearly a pout when you pull back, and L pays no mind to Watari as he traces a single finger over the back of your hand with a gentle expression. “You slept well though? Nothing uncomfortable?”
“Nothing uncomfortable.” You respond without pause, looking at the man before you while Watari organizes the coffee table to make room for new saucers.
Ryuzaki nods with a ‘that’s good’ when you double take at the plates Watari clears up– several mugs and one serving plate.
Instantly you peel back slightly as the front door clicks open and swings widely open.
“I’m just saying if the mortuary actually had a good reason to keep those files under wrap, they wouldn’t have acted so weird about the potential for a warrant– oh hey!” Matsuda shakes off some of the light drizzle from the shoulder pads of his suit and turns his attention from Aizawa to you on the couch.
Ryuzaki sits back in his chair with an unamused expression while you mentally try to ensure there’s nothing that seems like the two of you were dry humping in this exact room only hours ago. Aizawa leans his umbrella in the plastic stand and offers you a much more relaxed look, one you don’t need to deduce for the cool apology he telepathically tries to express through his eyes.
Nodding slightly and offering a small smile, tension leaves the room while Matsuda plops down on the couch beside you and ‘ooohs’ at the fresh coffee Watari pours into a clean set of mugs.
“I guess we just missed you earlier! We stopped in here maybe 45 minutes ago to drop off the documents we were able to pull before rushing back over to the mortuary for the final autopsy report that we finalllyyyy got clearance on.”
Aizawa sighs and wipes some water from his wrist watch before taking another seat and sliding his own saucer towards the older gentleman to be filled. “Everything has red tape on it for supposed traditional open-and-close cardiac arrest cases. Seems like the more we try to get simple answers the more we have a bunch of hurdles telling us to look elsewhere.”
You nod slowly and begin to click back into work mode and to also do your best to avoid thinking about the pure sex appeal of the man so close to you. Were his eye bags less intense today? Picking up a croissant in one hand and reaching for your mug with the other, the door clicks open one last with a very tired Mogi slipping inside and waving one final manilla envelope. He plops it on the table and immediately sinks into an open seat with his eyes closed.
“How long does it take to get a report on evidence if it’s supposed to be natural causes? I swear the families and coworkers were more anal about the entire process than the actual officers I had to deal with.”
Matsuda sighs and shakes his head. “Try dealing with that, plus medical staff that have to deal with constant accidents. The whole thing reeks of something suspicious.”
You slide a saucer towards yourself and lift the ceramic rim to your lips while Aizawa slips the documents out of the folder and hands a few over to L. He passes out a few more papers before peering over the edge of his report with a tired expression.
“Find anyone else we have missed last night? All the files we pulled were the ones you forwarded.”
Placing the porcelain back on the plate you shake your head slightly. “Not too many that stuck out. I noted all of the C-suites I found that traced back to a few weeks ago, before that any high ranking corporate deaths were much more sporadic with varying causes of death, nationality, and business industry.”
Aizawa shakes his head with a tired sigh and Mogi keeps his bloodshot eyes shut despite the bright glow of the hotel room iridescents above him. Ryuzaki places the final document in his stack to the table and cradles his bottom lip with his thumb while his index rubs the skin.
“We have to think about this on a wider scale; compare everything we know. A lot of the backup in processing is common in white collar crime since it’s so deeply woven. These guys most likely were embezzling something or insider trading and their families are scared that’s what we’re after. The deaths are what we need to focus on.” L looks up for a moment and Watari walks over and offers a permanent marker. Sliding his plates and papers to the side, nearly sending them to the carpet, he bites the cap and brings the felt tip to the wooden surface.
“Now, that we have proof that Kira can kill people in a variety of different ways which immediately brings suspicion of this constant trend of heart attacks.”
The writing is labeled with a large ‘#1.’ next to it. Everyone leans in closer to watch him write.
“We also know that this range of deaths is not in line with the traditional motivation of Kira. While CEOs and white collar millionaires are guilty of a lot of things, they are guilty of a different pattern than those previously killed.”
Matsuda scratches his head and whines, “See? This is what is confusing me! Why would Kira just switch up all of a sudden? If their goal was to purify the world, what good does this do? Someone else will just get hired for the job and do the same corruption despite not being a criminal beforehand.”
You lean over to bump L’s shoulder with your own while observing the table with a slight shrug. “Someone is still benefiting from this though. Kira benefited by killing criminals to establish a power dynamic and a position of judgement. This Kira must be benefiting somehow.”
Matsuda grimaces in confusion while Mogi rubs his eyes with a low yawn and a sudden small jolt of energy. “Wait, don’t you guys remember the Second Kira tapes? I know Misa has no memory of now, but it was mentioned about ‘sharing the power of Kira’... what if this is that moment?”
A silence hangs among the group while L taps the base of the marker against his lip and glares at the table before drawing little stick figures with arrows going from one to another. “It’s a theory I’ve thought about.”
All eyes drift to the man while slender figures grip the plastic barrel and guide the cap to trace the drawing’s outline over and over again. “This idea of it being some sort of power that can transfer from person to person without any trace. It would mean at one point Light and Misa were Kira, and now in captivity Kira has given this… ‘power’ to somebody else. Somebody who maybe doesn’t hold the same values…”
The confused warp of Matsuda’s face intensifies and he brings his hands to ruffle his hair while you take a few large gulps from your coffee mug. You turn to the man whose clothing you were wearing only a few hours ago and raise an eyebrow, “So would that mean that each time there’s a new… Kira, the ideations change? Or is there one Kira who enlists others to carry out the overall plan?” You take a pause and notion to the stack of cardiac arrest medical reports on the other end of the table. “Because that seems more like someone going off script.”
Ryuzaki’s eyes are fixated on yours and he nods rhythmically and taps his notes on the surface once more. “Yes, exactly. It’s a deviation from our Kira’s entire message. An act of defiance or negligence– a change from the usual killing of criminals to something that would bring a different benefit. A tangible one. Our Kira wouldn’t stand for this… it’s too unconventional to allow such a deviation. If Kira did lend their powers to a new person, it would’ve been done with a more careful review…”
Aizawa tuts slightly but releases a long breath and lessens the tension in his arms. “You know how I feel about proving Light’s innocence, and the way you seem keen on keeping him a suspect. But I’ll still follow you.”
L nods once in a quiet but grateful sign of solidarity while Mogi massages his left shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “Ok, I can see both sides of this– but what now? Even if there is a possibility of sharing powers, doesn’t that mean we will literally never catch Kira?”
Silence lingers in the air while Matsuda finally deflates to the most defeated you’ve seen him in days and you find a sudden interest in your shoes. There’s so many loose ends and unanswered questions that it almost feels like too much to think about before 10am. If Kira is ever going to be apprehended, then the group needs to catch Kira and their next planned predecessor at the same time. Easy, right?
Half of your friends are still navigating the awful job market and the other half are going back to school for additional degrees while you sit in a hotel working as a borderline liaison between L and the national police department for a case that may take years to ever crack. Maybe you should’ve just switched careers paths back in undergraduate when you had the chance and credits.
L peels his eyes off of Mogi and drifts onto the stressful wrinkle of your face as you fidget in deep contemplation. He’s silent a moment before tilting his head slightly as if envisioning a chess board in front of him and deciding his next move.
“The only way we can catch this Kira is if we rule out the current one. I want to test this.”
Everyone turns their attention to Ryuzaki as he motions for Watari with a simple nod and clears additional space on the table. A few documents tumble to the ground and you catch the edge of the saucer right before it’s knocked onto the carpet while L begins quickly drawing a new scene onto the wooden surface.
In an instant there’s a few stick figures standing to the side with a poorly drawn vehicle and three frowning faces in the windows; a single stick figure stands outside of the car with a frown and tears. The marker squeaks as he continues the sketch and drafts a series of names onto one side and a list of roles on the mirroring.
With one final streak against the coffee table, L places the back of the marker to his lips while everyone hovers over the strange illustration. He looks amongst the group and speaks slowly, “If this is going to work we’re going to need 110% effort on everybody’s part.”
Ryuzaki pauses and points to the frowning face in the driver’s seat and the one standing outside of the car, tapping each of them back and forth.
“Especially you and the chief.”
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There are only so many days in a row you can remind L that you were in fact a criminal justice and psychology major NOT a theater one.
He sits perched on a love seat with a rolled newspaper pressed to his lips like an underground film director while you stand with your hands on your hips and a tired expression plastered on your face.
“Again please,” he drones through the rolled paper, “This needs to be believable to a mass serial killer and there’s only one chance we get–”
“I know, I know.” You cut him off and run a lazy hand through your hair to shake back into character.
Matsuda and Aizawa sit across the room slowly briefing the freshly released chief on all of the updates the group has uncovered in the time he’s been detained. Gray stubble and deep wrinkles are exaggerated in his exhausted state as he carefully nods at the information. The two other gentlemen are patient and speaking with painstaking detail while L shuffles up from his seated position to bump you on the head with the newspaper roll.
“Hey!”
You swat his arm away and fix your hair while his hand falls to secretly pinch the flesh of your ass behind the gaze of your coworkers.
“You’re distracted. We need this to work. And for that, we need you.”
“Well it’s a lot easier said than done you know.” You mumble, tugging at your blouse and turning to face the warm gray eyes that dilate at your expression.
“I’ll ignore the fact that it’s hot when you're being bossy.” He teases while giving you a few moments to collect yourself and patiently standing at your side until there’s a break in your stress. He peers over at the kitchen table where the group of men sit in discussion before pinching your pinky finger once and shuffling back to the loveseat to resume his position.
“Ok, now… from the top.”
It’s not easy to fake cry, especially not in front of your (pretend? Now real?) boyfriend/boss, coworkers, and said-to-be-fake-victim’s father, but L doesn’t mind and makes himself comfortable while you compose yourself on the living room carpet.
Tears don’t fall easily at first, and several attempts go by until you stare up at the ceiling trying to think of something that would make you want to bawl your eyes out. Follicular phase not particularly helpful in stirring up negative emotions.
You stand there for a moment, unable to imagine the scene of Light pleading for his life at the potential end of it. Months of thinking he’s Kira is a lot different than treating him like he is. The feeling is foreign to you and guilt creeps in. Why can’t you cry? Shouldn’t it be easy?
Maybe part of your subconscious has forgotten all of those memories you shared with Light over time. Those evening chats in the police breaks rooms, helping him prepare for college visits, and dinners at the Yagami household seem underwater. Like they happened with Light, but a different version of him, not the one you’ve come to know in the recent months.
L is sitting patiently waiting for you to continue or until the blinding overhead lights finally erode enough of your rods and cones to the point tears are inevitable. For a moment you think that might be the case until the picture changes.
In your mind the scene of you once begging Light to reconsider everything and plea your final words to him morph into a different vision. No longer is the brunette centimeters away but instead are pale veiny arms that feel cold and heavy. There’s dark hairs tickling your cheeks and a few shallow breaths from cracked lips until Ryuzaki is limp in your arms.
The gasp you let out startles the men at the kitchen, though none say a word as they all turn to watch the fat tears pour from your eyes and down your cheeks. It feels almost too real. The weight of his imaginary limpless body causes real weight in your chest to pull at your heart.
Eyebrows knitting together and lip quivering, the painting in your mind makes you wretch and let out a strangled cry for air. Tears begin to slide like raindrops from the corners of your eyes.
None of the men say a word and a few pants escape you before blinking a few times and improvising the script.
“P-Please… just stop all of this. Admit you’re wrong and maybe there’s a chance… a chance you won’t have to die–”
Another cry leaves your throat and your knees buckle slightly as the anxiety in your body rises; L doesn’t blink but assumes the role of Light and dryly responds, “You have to get him to stop this. Please. Don’t you understand–”
“Don’t you understand–?” You cut him off. “There’s no other way. You have to be the one to ask him for forgiveness.”
There’s a pause in the room and the cold feeling in your fingers at the vision makes your hands go numb. Eyes once wide in thought and curiosity now stare into nothingness while glazed over; another round of tears escape you.”
“Then I guess this is goodbye.”
“No-! No, please… please!”
You fall to your knees in a sob and Aizawa flicks on the rest of the lights in the hotel while the small crowd around you stands in silence. There’s a few beats of empty quietness as your mascara begins to slowly drip down your cheeks before Matsuda claps his hands and ushers over with an enthusiastic grin.
“WOA! That was–” he wipes a tear from his own cheek and helps you to your feet “Where… where did you learn to act like that? It was amazing!”
You cough once and accept a tissue from the box Watari has held out and fix your complexion slightly. “Oh… it’s uhh, just my own feelings you know.”
Matsuda awes and eagerly nudges Mogi about how this plan ‘could actually work’ while the chief stands in an analytic silence. L mirrors the expression though part of his gaze is more intrigued than anything else; Mr. Yagami takes a few apprehensive steps closer.
“I didn’t realize the relationship you had with my son was this important to you…” the group turns to face him in an abrupt silence, “I’m sorry.”
The guilt creeps in even more as the horrid vision still fresh in your mind is not about his son at all. With a sheepish laugh you wipe the rest of your soiled makeup off and shrug. “O-Oh there’s nothing to be sorry about sir–”
“There is.”
He takes a breath and turns to the team. “All this time I put everyone through so many extra obstacles because I couldn’t handle the idea of my son being Kira…. But all of you carry this burden as well. It was selfish of me to think I was the only one who was having a hard time but…” he turns to you with a melancholic look “I see that it was all of you who were struggling as well. So I’m sorry”
The feeling of being a complete and utter douchebag is not lost on you, especially not when Matsuda pulls everyone in for a group hug to try and improve team morale. Nearly stepping on each others’ toes, the group is smushed into an awkward circle while he tilts his head up with enthusiasm. “This isn’t the end everyone! With a performance like that, Light is sure to use his Kira powers if he has them to escape with her! If not, then he’s still our Light!”
Our Light?
The arm snuck sneakily around your waist instead of your shoulder gives a slight squeeze as the group horrahs at a medium-level of energy. L taps his index to your bottom rib and blinks slowly while staring into your eyes at the same pace a loving housecat glances at its owner. You smile and blink back at him with a giggle that leaves him confused.
Aizawa eventually groans in a startled pain when Matsuda’s shoe steps right on his own and pulls away from the hug exasperated. “Ok, Ok, we’re all excited but we actually have work to do.”
The group backs up with Matsuda shrinking slightly but still jittering in enthusiasm; Mogi claps his hands once. “Right, we’ve arranged for a pull pretend police escort which is essentially just myself and Matsuda in riot gear. After we do the transfer of the two to the chief, it’s really all up to him and you.”
There’s a nervous exhale leaving your nose while the chief rubs his eyes with a mixture of determination and anxiousness. L gives a nod to Watari and turns to Aizawa as the older gentleman returns with a small stack of manilla folders.
“While you four are in the field, Aizawa and I will remain at base monitoring everything. Given that even with his memory loss, he’s still Light, and he’ll already expect us to be documenting everything."
Ryuzaki shifts his weight slightly and brings a hangnail to his lip before catching your knowing look (for always reminding him that his poor nails will not recover) and pulls his hand back slightly. “The turn around for this is quick. And I want psychological evaluations done for all of you before and after this operation. This will also include Light and Misa."
The air is heavy but the group nods with lingering eyes on the chief, knowing the ultimate outcome of if it turns out that Light is Kira or not won’t affect the stress he has to go through. L locks eyes with the older man and nods before peering down at his own hand and gently rubbing his wrist. “Maybe even for myself” he mumbles quietly.
Before you can shoot him a glance at the cryptic phrasing, the group is disbanded for final preparations.
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A parking garage just out of city limits isn’t an ideal place to be standing alone while you lean against the door of the black Mercedes. Watari sits inside, the temperature a comfortable level while you sweat and shiver from the nerves; the entire concrete structure is silent.
Clicking your heels into the pavement in thought, the window cracks slightly and Watari taps on the glass to get your attention.
“Mr. Yagami has confirmed his containment of Light and Misa and is approaching the edge of the city. Ryuzai estimates he should arrive here in less than 20 minutes.”
“Thanks Watari.”
The window slides up and you push off the car to walk further into the empty parking spaces and pace a bit with your thoughts. Several nights passed from the initial meeting and scripting of this moment with enough time to confirm that the thought of Light is not going to be the one to make you break.
Horrid visions of the one you had of L on that evening sometimes still swirl in your subconscious to the point it’s caused the man to wake you up in the middle of the night with concern. He never really sleeps, but the few nights you’ve begun to stay over leave him tugging a white board into the bedroom along with the manilla crates on his side of the bed.
Deep asleep beside him, he continues working through the majority of the night, insistent to remain at your side. But for maybe an hour or two, you can feel him curl into the bed slightly and lightly snore with his limbs entangled in your own. Each morning he lingers beside you, cautiously poking you as the arrival time of team members gets closer.
For someone so blunt and brutally honest during working hours, he acts with caution and delicacy as soon as the two of you are alone in the softness of his room. The cool and icy demeanor from the first time you entered has slowly become a warmer place; trinkets, jewelry, and hairties now cluttering his previously spotless counter tops. And one occasionally adorning his wrist when the two of go out in public during the hectic days leading up to this plan.
Heels clicking as you pretend to balance on the white parking lines in a fantasy sobriety test, you’re reminded you don’t even want to see the results of the mandatory psych eval. To be fair, no one did. Overworked and understaffed, the entire force is running on fumes. Tensions at home for those with families are on edge, and none of your own friends have seen you in weeks. It was done more-so to ensure everyone had the ability to continue working under such stress. The entire thing is slowly draining you of your own life.
Perhaps not the best phrasing as a car exhaust can be heard climbing the spiral of the parking garage. Stopping in your tracks and heart beat racing, the yellowed headlights of the chief’s car glow brighter until the vehicle stops around 10 spaces from you.
A long pause ensues as muffled yelling can be heard by all three passengers until the chief clicks open the driver’s door and slides out with a grim and knowing look. The silver barrel of the gun in his holster nearly blinds you as he reaches over to unlock the passenger door.
Heavy breathing can be heard until the older man grabs the shoulder of his son and pushes him out of the car before slinging Misa back into her seat and slamming the door. She yelps out once before her voice is cut off.
Silver handcuffs scorch the skin of the young man an angry red while he catches his balance. The movement of standing up straight is similar to that of a fawn, eyes wide in confusion and muscles tight as if the vision of you were that of a car’s headlights.
“It’s you… what-what are you doing here?”
His voice is quiet and concerned and his entire demeanor is that of the Light you used to sit next to during Yagami family dinners, the one you toured To-Oh with, and the one you haven’t seen in months. And your blood rushes cold.
A nervous breath escapes your lips when his father turns his head to look the other way and you take a few steps forward. The jitters are from a wave of adrenaline as the first cautious steps towards the man are met with his rushing ones towards yourself. His arms tug at the metal as if his instincts were to wrap around you instead.
“What’s going on? Are you ok? Y-You have to tell Ryuzaki that this has to stop!”
He hovers right over you as his father watches from a distance and Misa’s muffled yells get exponentially louder from inside the car.
“Light.. You have to stop this…”
“S-Stop what?! No one is telling me what the hell is going on so how am I supposed to stop it?!”
Sweat drips down his neck and you shake your head with tears already pricking up. Flashes of L still sweep your mind but they are morphed into a vision of him and Light together in a scene that’s too fuzzy to full identify.
“Kira. Light, you already heard the decision. It’s out of our han-”
“It’s bullshit and you know it! Where is the proof? Where is the justice in this system? A unanimous decision with no proper trial?”
He pants loudly and yells into the open space of the garage when you startle back at the volume; Light pauses and leans into you the best he can with handcuffs.
“So what is this then? What is supposed to happen?"
You shake your head and wipe a tear mixed with mascara from your cheek; his hand twitches at the act. “You have to tell us who Kira is then. Or who gave you the powers… Or there’s nothing I can do, it’s all up to L and his forgiveness" He shakes his head in frustration as you continue “Otherwise… this is goodbye Light.”
He freezes and the world is completely silent even as the car idles and Misa’s thrashing pushes against the car door. It’s this moment that is the most pivotal.
“What…? I can't.... not you.”
Light nudges you with his shoulder to look up at him before peeling back in a mixture of rage and confusion.
“YOU WANT ME TO BEG, HUH RYUZAKI? I'M INNOCENT! THIS ISN'T LIKE YOU-- THIS ISN'T A FAIR SYSTEM OF JUSTICE! WHEN CAN I DO TO CONVINCE YOU ALL THAT I'M NOT A MASS MURDER LIKE YOU SAY?! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU ASKED SO WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!"
There's a still silence and the dust he's kicked up in his rage settle as you stand motionless; his father places a concerned hand on his hip just incase.
Light puffs a few times and slinks to his knees panting while leaning against your thigh and staring down at your feet. You reach your hand out and pause slightly before gently caressing the skin of his scalp and running your fingers through his hair.
The moment is raw and slow and leaves an ugly feeling of betrayal somewhere in your gut you can’t quite place while your hands feel stiff and unsure– as if petting a dog that looks eerily similar to your own but you know is not.
A few tears fall from his cheeks and splatter on the pavement.
“I don’t know what to do… I can’t kill anyone and I have no memory of it from before… So what am I supposed to do..run..?” He sniffles like that of a 20 year old young man. Frustrated and broken.
The voice is so shaky you nearly want to vomit as time slowly clicks. Regardless of how uncomfortable this moment is, this is exact moment is the one of two being tested this evening. The scene everyone back at HQ is watching– if Light saves himself and takes the open running car by killing those around him.
Mr. Yagami stares at you in a shared exchange as you both anxiously count the seconds. And then the minutes as you both continue standing.
Light catches his breath and you awkwardly help him to his feet; from the corner of your eye you can see the chief nod once with slight hope before pushing off the car to grab his son. Eyes cold and movements firm, the older man tugs Light back and slings the door open.
“No- Dad! Wait!... Please! One of you has to believe me! Please!... RYUZAKI, PLEASE!” Light's restrained body struggles against the force of his father with eyes pleading to stay locked on yours since his hands cannot reach your own.
The door cuts him off as Misa turns frantically to him in the back seat; the chief walks forward to give a slow hug before peeling back and returning to the car. His gun clinks against the belt buckle as he shuffles into his seat and closes the door.
Engine still alive, the vehicle breaks squeak slightly before the car turns back down the parking garage ramp and Light yells at you through the car window a message you’ll never hear. By the time the car turns the corner and Watari exits to escort you back to the Mercedes, you’re already on the ground crying with your head in your hands.
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Early fall wind brings chills to your cheeks as you shut the lobby door to the hotel briefing room and shimmy your coat off with the help from Watari. What was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning has morphed into you leaving your friends at a cafe bookstore and running over to the task force with a less than thrilled feeling.
Matsuda offers a sleepy hello and adorns casual clothing as well while warm coffee is already sitting on the coffee table waiting for you. A mop of black hair turns in your direction with a small smile and L tilts his head up expecting his usual peck on the check in a habitual ‘hello’ routine the two of you have developed. It's the most PDA you ever do in front of the team and even now Aizawa always looks away so painfully obvious.
Walking over to the sofa you nearly kill yourself on the long silver chain that connects your boyfriend’s wrist to that of your friend(?)
“Ah– seriously?” You mumble, toppling onto the arm rest and Ryuzaki taking your pause to kiss your cheek himself as the metal line jingles from the movement.
Light appears from not far down the room with a mug of coffee now partially spilt from the sudden tug on the restriction. He flings the drops from his hand down at the ground and offers as enthusiastic a hello as he can given the situation.
The timeline for how much longer the two are connected is uncertain and definitely not lost on any of you. Though it’s nearly Misa who is having the hardest time with this. Given it's been exactly 4 days since the operation to prove their semi-innocence and he and L were detained privately for 3 of those days in psych evals and legal paperwork.
“Good morning. You’re just as prepared for this emergency meeting as the rest of us” Aizawa pats on your shoulder before carefully stepping over the long chain in a shit-eating exaggerated way.
You scoff and slink onto the sofa, trying to burn the metal clasp from L’s hand with your eyes as the group takes their seats in the now crowded room. Even with Misa still under surveillance, just having the chief and Light back makes all the difference in body count.
Bringing the rim to your lip and blowing the steam away, you watch Ryuzaki stand up slightly and pull the arm of Light in an awkward direction. The two men actively ignore the sensation with their own small grumbles while you count down the seconds until there’s a moment of privacy again.
L grabs the TV remote and clicks it to life while pointing to the screen with his foot. All eyes immediately veer to the high-rise building on the display.
“The reason for our Sunday meeting is because work will be looking different on Monday. We’re going to be moving here.”
a/n:
I don't really know where to start but I do really wanna apologize for disappearing. I'm not sure how man of you stuck around to keep reading the series after such a long pause, but I'm so happy for your support during this time. I love this story and I don't want to ever give up on it.
That being said, I do promise the next one will be more romance themed but this was a huuuuge plot point in the OG story and it was hard to write around considering how i have formatted the series so far (especially how and where to add the reader).
I do have an ending in mind alr for it too. hehe
Next chapter will be more romance and life and managing it now that our man is handcuffed LMAO. so definitely more humor.
TYTYTY again for being so concerned and supportive again, you guys truly mean everything to me as a writer.
also lmk any short form content u wanna see that i can do quicker as my schedule is so messy now that im (TW) employed.
i'm gonna make a to-do list post as well that you can guy vote and interact on !
when u last updated in the l lawliet x reader fic was like in april and i was so scared like baby i thought u disappeared 😞😞
uuuu can i be ‘🍰’ bcs ik im too shy to quit the anonymous 🥹🥹
IKR it's been waaaaay too long. my initial internal goal was to post an update by Halloween but I got busy with my work. BUT it slows down during december and january so i'll have even more time to write hehehe
and yes ofc you can be 🍰!! it's kinda fitting given the fic and L's sweet tooth ;)))
Ok I KNOW I said i'll be back like 100000 times BUT I'm actually gonna post TN! bc i have CKNF chapter 10 TOTALLY DONE
I will also never forgive myself for missing kinktober I legitimately will make my own version IDC.
essentially i became employed ( ;-; ikr) and it really cut into my free time since I'm also in the process of getting a new residency permit.
There legit hasn't been a day I didn't really miss posting on here and I legit got so sad to even open tumblr bc it would remind me that i need to be on here more. Anyways, I really really don't like taking such long hiatuses and want to really hold myself accountable for being more proactive with these. especially as we finish 2025.
Maybe i'll post inbox responses once a day to stay active?
Here is my current plan:
Post CKNF tonight
Answer all the messages and comments from the time i've been away
Maybe finally do another jjk christmas update
and upload some freaky ahhh content for missing kinktober (imma do freaktember LMAO)
please please please let me know what you guys wanna see from me in the future bc i want to be transparent with my writing process and schedule. if there's any short form content you guys want that i can do easily also lmk
