he constantly has to have something in his mouth. he usually prefers it to be food, a sweet of some sorts. but ever since you two started dating, you’ve been making your way up his list.
L isn’t really a touchy guy. he isn’t that big on physical touch, especially in public. whether you touch him or not doesn’t matter much to him. but in private, he’s on you often. not usually with his hands, but with his mouth. when he doesn’t have some sort of food on his tongue, you’re the next best thing.
most commonly, it’s your fingers. it’s the most comfortable position for you both. your fingers sitting in his mouth as he occasionally sucks while you both do your own thing, not speaking. it’s a comfortable silence.
every now and then, he’ll get on his knees for you. slowly pulling your panties down, not in a mood to rush anything. most of the time he’ll just stare at your cunt for a bit before he dives in. sometimes you’ll even have to push his head down if he drowns out your desperate pleads for him to please you already. he’s exceptionally skilled with his tongue, as showed. what he likes most about eating you out is the sweet savor of your pussy. the exquisite taste on his tongue is like heaven to him.
but his favorite way for you to occupy his mouth by far, is by sucking on your tits. pushing your shirt over your breasts, as he watches them bounce down from the force. he immediately latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, flicking his tongue back and forth and then going back to sucking. one of his hands flies up to pinch and play at your free nipple, for your pleasure of course. he frequently uses this method to help him fall asleep, as he finds it hard to rest most nights with his mind constantly running. this allows him to only focus on you and your boobs, relaxing him.
do we like small or big font better? sorry this is so short and bad lol
plot: while working on a case with L to catch kira, you start to catch feelings for him, and so does he. problem is, though, you’re both just… really, really awkward.
this was a request based on this ask 💟 i hope this is what you wanted / themes: feelings realisation with followed up tension, written with an x f!reader in mind, suggestive language towards the end but as a thought, nothing happens! • w.c: 2.8k
When you met L the first time, if you were honest, he did not make a good first impression on you. He was rude, impassive and arrogant, and the way he isolated himself was frustrating at best. Still, your superior officer left no room for argument, telling you, “I just have a feeling that you two will get along.”
As a hopeful detective, still new to the scene and eager to prove yourself, you took what you got. It was so rare for someone your age to get assigned to cases that meant something more beyond being a coffee mule, so you took the opportunity very seriously, regardless. You just didn’t understand why you had to work with someone that everyone else found so difficult.
Although later, you got it: you were perfect for each other.
For if L was the brains, then you were the eyes and the ears.
And the force needed you both, because the Kira case was the most maddening thing it had ever known.
After all, it was a case of endless reports and unexplained deaths, following such precise patterns that were so precise that the whole situation just felt… wrong, in a way that wasn’t natural. You’d seen criminals with all sorts of egos, vendettas and levels, but this was something far more complex and isolated.
It managed to shake even the most hardened veterans on the force nationwide.
Except L—who sat there from day to day—seemingly unfazed.
When you first met him, he was midway through spooning a horrendous amount of sugar into a cup of milky tea, studying patterns on a whole spread of screens that were stretched around a dark room. You thought he looked almost ghostly then, pale with wide, staring eyes with tired bags beneath them that begged him for respite.
His indifference annoyed you at first.
Until you understood that it was just all… focus.
Real and raw determination that glinted behind his tired eyes, that was so strong that he had forgotten how to sleep, how to eat, let alone anything else. His attendants were the ones who were shoving food directly into his mouth when he stayed in there too long—and for cases when he stayed up far beyond what should have been healthy—he was forced to sleep then, too.
And as frustrating as he was, you found yourself admiring him.
Which was why, when he cracked a crucial lead, you decided to do something nice for him:
Something small.
You were so careful with it, too, setting down a plastic container beside him on his desk the first thing in the morning.
“That flaw you caught out in Kira’s behaviour was incredible,” you softly praised before clearing your throat. “Heard you have a bit of a sweet tooth, so I got you something as a sign to keep it up.”
However, L didn’t seem too pleased—turning his nose at the offering—pushing it away.
“I don’t like caramel,” he stated flatly.
You blinked in disbelief. “What? But I was told that—”
“I like sweet things, yes,” he clarified in a tone that was not unkind, tucking his knees against his chest to hide his discomfort in the confrontation, “but… I don’t like caramel. It is too sweet.”
“H-hang on,” you stammered, “I’ve seen you eat sugar cubes straight from the jar.”
L simply shrugged at your accusation. “That’s a different type of sweet.”
You inhaled sharply at his words, forcing yourself to take a long, deep breath, because the alternative meant losing your composure on the spot and potentially getting taken off the case.
“Alright,” you said with a strained smile, “I’ll go for something else next time. Like… a nice, plain sponge.”
“Not plain,” he corrected you without missing a beat.
Your eyes twitched slightly. “Please.”
He shakily blinked at you. “I would actually prefer if you didn’t bring me cake at all, if you intended to reward me.”
“But you did a good job, and I wanted to do something nice for you,” you quickly replied, defending your actions.
“And it was unnecessary,” he corrected you.
Another deep breath passed through you. “Alright. It won’t happen again.”
L tilted his head to the other side that time. “You sound irritated.”
“I wonder why,” you muttered.
He paused for a moment before attempting to continue the conversation. “Did I do something wrong? I don’t always read people so well.”
You forced a smile and shook your head. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you admitted, blinking away from him for a moment. “Maybe I was the one who overstepped.”
Then, as the silence settled between you both, and you returned to work as normal, a deep sense of horror rooted in your gut. It was a feeling so uneasy that it shocked you. A sweeping sort of realisation that vibrated beneath your skin, as you understood that his pushing you away didn’t make you angry, nor sad, but quite the opposite—it pulled you closer.
Had anyone else dared to interact with you in such a manner—had they challenged your gesture, your patience, your kindness—you would have marched into the office of your superior and would have demanded reassignment, the consequences be damned.
L didn’t give you that feeling, though.
He left you wanting him.
Which infuriated you, because you could not understand for the life of you, as to why.
~*~
Fast forward to a couple of days, and the mood inside the workspace felt more suffocating than ever before. A crushing tension had risen and filled the air with an unseen humidity which was thick as it was draining. The Kira investigation had stalled yet again, and the silence between everyone directly working on it had turned brittle; even breathing or clearing one’s throat felt like it might trigger something volatile.
You felt it the most through L, strangely enough. Not that he was too big on talking to begin with, but he had his tells. You just so happened to understand what exactly they were. What you once perceived as an unwavering calm was not the case at all. The fact that he remedied his stressed state with short hums, and fingers that tapped impatiently on his desk with creased brows and bleeding lips—was clear that he was not feeling like himself either.
Then, suddenly, when everyone else had surrendered to the quiet, L stood upright at once.
It made almost everyone, but especially you, jump.
“This might be it,” he muttered, quietly at first, then again, louder that time so that everyone else could hear. “I think that I might have a lead.”
Quickly, he brought up a seemingly insignificant pattern in the timestamps displayed on his screen. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but in the context of an ongoing investigation, it was a solid thread that could threaten to unravel everything else.
It was a connection.
“Incredible,” someone else leaned in, their words becoming hazy and muffled as you fixated on L with an almost devoted focus, “whoever Kira is… this narrows down the potential identity to a mere handful of candidates.”
The room shifted, and everyone around you seemed to breathe for what felt like the first time in days.
However, you just about collapsed with relief.
All of that pressure—all of that dread—the sleepless nights, the fear that the case was slipping further and further away—broke something inside of you and before you could register what you were even doing, before your thoughts caught up to what you had just committed to—you—you—
—kissed him.
Kissed L.
On the mouth.
His lips were soft, parted slightly in surprise, staring at you with his wide, exhausted, but ultimately shocked eyes.
You froze.
You stumbled back a short moment later, staring back at him with a look that could have perfectly mirrored his own. A bright and furious blush spread across his cheeks—so vivid that it looked almost scalding—as if you had scorched him.
“I’m—I-I I’m so sorry—” you began, gasping wildly, your breath catching on every word. “I-I didn’t— I-I mean, oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
Within a flash, you bent over to grab your documents, dropping them a few times in the process. Several curses left your lips as you struggled to retain your composure. Even Watari turned away quietly, avoiding your gaze, like he hadn’t seen what just happened at all.
L, meanwhile, remained quiet.
You tried to skirt around the desks, tripping over nothing, apologising so quickly that the words came out all jumbled. Your voice rose in pitch, and tears pricked at your eyes over the sheer amount of embarrassment you felt right then and there.
“I didn’t mean it—no—I did mean it, but not like—not like that—I wasn’t thinking—I’m so sorry—pretend that it didn’t happen—or—no—”
At that point, too, you were almost ready to fake your own death.
Maybe even move overseas to somewhere new.
Then, you heard a soft voice behind you, just as you were about to leave entirely.
“Wait,” L called out.
You stopped, but you didn’t turn around.
“So… it’s like that,” he followed up, not quite talking to you that time, rather to himself.
You weren’t sure what he meant, but truth be told, L didn’t fully understand either—because it was his first time feeling something like this, too.
Giving it a few more agonising seconds, you slipped out completely that time, letting the door click shut, leaving everyone behind in the awkward, now-charged silence.
All the while, L stared at the space where you had been, his fingers pressed to his lips, a furious blush staining his cheeks, and wondered why, for the first time in his life, his thoughts felt like an unsolved case.
~*~
The next time you saw L, you made sure to set your expression to something that looked professionally unavailable. If anyone would tease you for it, or bring it up at all, you would tell them that it was their tired mind playing tricks on them—anything to disguise the fact that you had kissed him and then fled the room.
You even arrived early, hoping to set the record straight, but then your superior officer intercepted you on your way in.
“Heard you and L had a moment,” he brought up.
Your soul just about left your body, a small, unheard curse uttered out of your lips as your eyes screwed shut for just a moment. You blinked up to meet his gaze, your face suddenly unsure and ashamed. “S-Sir, I can explain—”
Though all he did was wave his hand dismissively. “It’s alright. You’re not in trouble. It’s surprisingly common in high-pressure environments.”
You blinked again. “...What?”
He left out a soft laugh. “But L? That guy? Really? I’m just surprised that’s all. Didn’t think he would be your type.”
“This is so humiliating,” you said, bowing your head in continued shame. “I’d rather have you fire me.”
He patted your shoulder with a shrug. “Relax,” he soothed. “It’s just… surprising. That guy doesn’t notice much beyond the pixels on his screen. If he even looked up from it, then…” he trailed off, his weathered face wrinkling with thought, “perhaps it isn’t as one-sided as you think.”
Then, just like that, he walked off, leaving you frozen in the middle of the hallway, looking mortified.
Swallowing your pride, your panic, and everything else since that fateful incident, you marched back to L’s surveillance room, trying to move on without sacrificing what was left of your dignity even more.
L was sitting inside like usual, hunched over his keyboard, in deep focus. Or, no, he wasn’t. You knew him well by now: his tapping was off-beat, his posture was rigid, he wasn’t even working, but rather staring at a blank spot on his screen.
You cleared your throat. “I’ve managed to triangulate the possible operation zones based on Kira’s patterns. If we combine it with the previous analysis, then maybe we can narrow—”
L nodded quickly. “Yeah. You can leave the files here.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “But you’re not even looking.”
“I am,” he replied, almost mechanically.
You placed down the documents anyway, taking a moment to observe him and just see in general how he was doing. L sifted through the data, skimming idly through the files, but his fingers twitched whenever he heard you shift or breathe or exist. His brain was just as addled as yours, because, well, you kissed him.
He tried throwing himself back into work, just like you did, but every single thought in his head was stuck on that instance.
He had never been this distracted in his entire life.
Not that you were doing any better—no matter how much you tried to move on—your mind drifted to the very same thought, too.
Then, finally, after roughly half an hour of excruciating and tense silence of trying to function and work side by side like professionals, the silence finally broke.
L took a deep breath, sighing.
“About last—”
You froze. “—Oh, that was nothi—”
“Wait,” he tried to catch you again before you dismissed him entirely.
Though you could still only shake your head. “I’m so sorry, okay, I really am. It was unprofessional of me, and I didn’t think—”
Your breath caught, and you couldn’t quite finish your words, nor could L reply for a long time, but then, his throat cleared. “It was… mutual,” he went on to reveal.
You went silent, staring at him, unable to respond at all.
Then finally, you managed to blurt something out. “Wait… what?”
L didn’t dare to look up anymore, choosing to return to work, or at least try to do so.
“No, wait,” you called out, taking a step closer. “Can you please elaborate on that?”
Though he didn’t reply. His knuckles might have tensed and his jaw might have tightened, but he didn’t act on anything else.
“Fine,” you softly scoffed, letting out a frustrated sigh, refusing to be humiliated a second time. “We’ll just move on from this, alright? It never happened. Let’s just… focus on work and then I’ll be reassigned and… you’ll never have to see me again after.”
L’s breath caught and he gulped down everything that raced in his mind that he just couldn’t tell you. He wanted to reciprocate with equal indifference, to pretend that it was all fine, but he internally battled with the part that struggled to confess, because he just wasn’t good with expressing his feelings.
Therefore, L remained quiet, unable to tell you anything else. What he couldn’t tell you was that he was focusing on you—but all of you—your lips, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your clothes sat on your body and what must have been underneath. That’s right. He couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t tell you that just the kiss left him wondering what more there was.
And beyond even the lust, how he didn’t want you to be reassigned, how he wanted to work more with you. How he wanted to see you every morning now, how you could probably now get him cake if you wanted to. How he liked having someone that for once, he got along with. How he liked your mind and how it worked—but—he was left frozen on the spot.
Though, it wasn’t just him who was grappling with oneself, for you too, were overcome with all sorts of things.
Had you been a little bolder or if had he hinted towards anything at all that could be deciphered as reciprocated interest, then…
You swallowed it all down, even if you did want to know…
More of what he was like, whether he would be shy in bed or if he would be gentle or if that’s where he would show his passion—whether or not he matched the stereotype of a shy nerdy guy with an absolutely big cock—if he would finish quickly or focus too much on you.
Or, if he was loving, if he was gentle, if he’d notice all the little things about you like he did while at work and life with him would be easier than every other guy you’ve ever come across. You wondered how you’d spend your time with him if you were together, if you’d be more of the indoorsy type or if you’d quietly go places and just… exist together.
That sounded nice.
(But then you choked on your own breath.)
You exhaled deeply, crossing your arms in irritation, trying to hide how you were overcome with a new realisation—different from the one from before—because you had just learned that L liked you too, and that he was equally as terrible at dealing with it.
Which meant that this case just got a hundred times more complicated.
(Because what did that mean for you both from now on?)
(And just how on earth where you going to resolve something like… this?)
cw: suggestive, profanities, mentions of f!reader/partner but no direct use of “girlfriend”
L LAWLIET
ᯓ★ long hair. i feel like he’s quite a touchy-feely, clingy partner and if you had long hair - his hands would constantly be tangled within it
ᯓ★ dtf!!! he’s canonically a bit of a perv and quite a lot of headcannons etc that i’ve ever seen have displayed him as almost asexual, which i tooootally disagree with. he wouldn’t completely disregard you if you weren’t as sexually in tune as him or asexual, but i feel like in a relationship it would be something he thinks of more often than not
ᯓ★ either a smartass or a bimbo. no inbetween. both of these types of people really intrigue him, and he wouldn’t settle for someone he’s not genuinely interested in. he wouldn’t want to live inside your brain either way - see how you work. is unfortunately one of those guys who actually falls for people that act dumb to attract
ᯓ★ between 5’0 and 5’10. L is 5’10 im pretty sure, and that’s without his bad bad posture. i don’t think he would mind a partner taller then him by a few inches but, considering he’ll usually be hunched over a little or sat down, his usual height isn’t 5’10 it’s less
ᯓ★ no physical feature preferences, except biiig tits. he’s definitely a tits man.
A/N: feel free to ask for more, send any asks or requests for death note, jjk, haikyuu, aot
i hope this is okay 👉👈 i was going to do them all in one but i can upload quicker this way
Overall, L seems detached on the surface, not cold, but constantly lost in his own thoughts, very often brooding. When you're around him, it can sometimes feel like he’s not really here, but in another universe. His gaze drifts off to the side, his fingers fidget with the hem of his long sleeve, yet his answers are always too precise and rapid. However, in a relationship, he is more likely to show physical affection when alone with his partner; with them, you can finally feel that he is here, not somewhere else.
In a relationship, he won't be the type of person you can constantly talk to about his feelings and emotions. But if you tell him that you’re feeling anxious or down, he will start to analyze and reason through your emotions and worries. In reality, he isn’t used to offering comfort with standard words instead, he will begin to break down your feelings in detail, explaining why you might be feeling bad and how to solve the problem, almost as if he is trying to "decode" your state of mind.
If he feels completely comfortable with his partner, he will begin to open up more and more, starting to share his own worries and feelings, and allowing his physical affection to show.
At one point, he might just walk into your room, sit next to you on the bed, and talk about his state of mind while tracing your fingers with his hand, touching your hair or neck with just the light graze of his fingertips, and then simply fall asleep on your shoulder if he is exhausted.
Physical intimacy will definitely be present in your relationship, but it manifests only when there is solid trust. At first, he will drop subtle hints, like casually brushing his fingers against your thigh, holding your hand a bit longer and tighter than usual, or sitting down closer to you, almost pressed against your side. Over time, he will grow slightly more confident and start taking the first steps, though still remaining gentle and quiet. He is neither pushy nor impulsive, yet a single touch from him can send a soft shiver through your body.
content warnings: domestic violence, extramarital affair mentions, major deaths mentioned, war trauma, nicotine addiction, severe trauma, abandonment, sexual assault, homicide, jails, drug addiction (cocaine), parentification, homelessness, running away, cancer mentioned. just really sad stuff honestly. dead dove: do not eat.
l lawliet
b. october 31, 1979
in winchester, england
born out of an extramarital affair
mother was a housewife; (step)dad was a banker
japanese (bio)dad / russian - french - english mum
late bloomer (had puberty at 17)
spoke his first word at almost 4
witnessed a very violent household
his father used to beat his mother in front of him when she was defending l bcs of his late development & frailty
was given to his grandmother when he was 3
lived with her for 8 months
she died 3 months before his 4th birthday
was homeless for roughly 18 months
until watari found him & took him to wammy's
very scared of physical touch from strangers due to his upbringing
hence he punched a bunch of kids when they tried to hug him bcs he associates touch w violence
was officially & legally adopted by watari at 8
considers watari his father figure
hence he never really dug into his biological family or ever wanted to reunite w/ them
mihael (mello) keehl
croatian-german
b. december 13 1989
in vukovar, croatia
father died of lung cancer one month before he was born
hence he has an irrational aversion to smoke of all kinds but tolerates it
severe war & displacement trauma
he was 2 when the croatian war of independence started
his grandparents & father all died before his birth due to age/ illness
hence his mother was very mentally fucked
raised catholic & became agnostic
his mother left him at a care facility when he was five years old (1994).. reasons? he never understood
it was actually a combination of feeling inept to care for a child + endangering him
so she left him at a care facility & told him she would come back sooner or later (she didnt)
mello believes that he was insufficient for her
a year later when the war started settling he was noticed by english ngo workers
so he was then taken to wammy's house
nate (near) river
b. august 24, 1991
in a prison in leeds, united kingdom
his mother was raped by her then-boyfriend
and she got pregnant w/ near when she was 17
only a few month or so before discovering the pregnancy, his mother committed homicide (killing her boyfriend aka near's biological father)
since she was a minor at the time she was sentenced to 18 years + rehabilitation
when he was an infant near was taken to wammy's house
grew up entirely under the supervision of wammy’s house caretakers especially roger ruvie
his mother got out of prison when he was 17-18
and a meeting between the two was arranged
his mother actually loves him a lot & wants to get to know him
according to her, he is the only good that has come out of falling in love
they meet occasionally (once or twice a year)
near will take a long long while to warm up to his mother. it's a very strange concept to him
mail (matt) jeevas
b. february 1, 1990
in juneau, alaska
russian-american-canadian
jewish
but became an atheist as he grew up
mother was a junkie (addicted to cocaine)
father was abusive (physically)
had an older brother who was 12 years elder to him
matt had to defend his mother from the violence, and usually ended up being beaten himself
had to drag his mother inside countless times after she had passed out somewhere
but he and his brother had a very close bond which made his life just slightly better everyday
was 5 when his mother overdosed
his father's violence worsened by a large amount after she died
his older brother left for college when he was 6
he had picked up smoking from his older brother
so when he was spotted smoking, his father gave him probably the worst beating ever
matt ran away shortly after he turned 7
he was picked up by an organisation that provided care for homeless children
eventually reached wammy’s due to his talents
he discovered when he was 19 that his father died an accidental death when matt was 13
haiiiiiiii youve reached the end
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• L rarely initiates cuddling first. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s busy overthinking whether she’d get embarrassed. He waits for very obvious signals… which she would never give voluntarily.
• Reader pretends she doesn’t want affection. And L, being L, gently calls her out “Your body language suggests otherwise.” She has a flustered denial talking about how its not true.
• When she finally sits near him, L just quietly shifts closer until their shoulders toouch. She turns pink and complains but doesn’t move away. (she swears its because he's warms)
• She acts annoyed when he pulls her into a cuddle, but her hands awkwardly hover before stiffly resting around him like “Fineee...but only because you look cold or whatever.”
•L always has to deduce when she feels like cuddling. Reader refuses to tell him she wants to cuddle. Once he tried to see how she would act if he didnt approach, that resulted with her ignoring him for an hour.
•L loves how warm she is. He’s basically a human space heater’s biggest fan. He will cling like a koala during long research nights.
• Despite being shy about affection, she’s weirdly protective when he falls asleep against her. Anyone entering the room gets the death glare. Watari is an exception though (she likes Watari and so does L, reader won't say she does).
•L finds her flustered reactions calming. He thinks the contrast between her prickly words and gentle actions is “statistically endearing.”
creds to @strangergraphics-archive for the dividers and they come frome here
Bit of a silly question, but here goes: how do you think L's s/o would react to the abundance of oppy goopies (Zygarde cells & cores) that are around or on him more often than not? And how would L try to explain the situation?
HAH DA OOPY GOOPIES I LOVE THAT
Look at the goop children.
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-The first time you notice one of them, it startles you for a second. L was talking and sees you staring at his hood. He raises his eyebrows and glances behind himself but doesn’t see anything. You don’t ask, and he doesn’t either.
-The second time is when you happen across L in the park, and he’s got a few of them in his hands. When they form together, before your eyes, turns into his canine pokemon he always has with him. You question if you actually witnessed that or if it was a dream the next day.
-Finally, the third time, you manage to point the little goober out to L before it retreats again. He gently coaxes the little one out, and it looks like a booger that was given sentience if you’re being honest. It’s pretty cute though, inching along his arm like that. He holds the little critter out to greet you on his fingers, and explains that this is the original form of Zygarde.
-You feel your skin crawl when it climbs on you. It feels like a snail or something similar, but it’s really cute. You bring the little pokemon up to your face. It tries to climb on your nose and L can’t help but chuckle at it. “Zygarde seems to like you.”
-The fourth time you see them, and yes it’s a few, a couple of them fall off of L’s coat and start to panic. They actually scoot almost a block before they find you and you screech like a spooked whismur when they crawl onto your leg. You look down and see their scared little faces on your calf and you get worried about them, scooping them up into your jacket and scampering off to go find L to return them.
-You stop counting them after that, but you enjoy it whenever you see them. They become very fond of you and whenever individual cells are out and about, they always somehow find a way onto you like little caterpillars. Occasionally, you’ll be walking around with Lida or one of the twins and they’ll ask what the little pokemon on your arm/leg/back/etc. You start off confused until you feel around and a gummy little goober squeaks when you touch them. It always gets a giggle out of you.
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I adore the little goobies. Look at the babies. They be babies.
If you have a prompt you’d like me to try, please feel free to send an ask!
What gets L's engine revving, if you know what I mean? 👀 Both generally and things his crush does. I feel like it's weird or unexpected (throwback to him chowing down on that banana peel totally not out of frustration during Misa's commercial ahem)
Mental/Cognitive
To him, competition is intimacy, so someone who can meet him blow for blow in analysis and timing or even outmaneuver him - even once - ignites a rare dopamine spike. Someone who questions his deductions, offers new perspectives, or reaches the same conclusions he does but faster, would catch his attention fast.
When someone is unpredictable, yet internally consistent. He doesn’t like impulsivity for chaos's sake, but someone he can’t fully predict catches his attention. So someone who lights up for one plushie but expresses total disinterest another, or someone who randomly blurts out questions that seem to come from nowhere but actually make sense when they explain it.
Someone who lives in implication truly undoes him. He doesn’t trust overt declarations. Implication is his native language. So, someone who communicates in glances, tone, and leaves things hanging mid-sentence forces him to stay attuned in a way that sustains a low-grade tension that he reads as attraction long before he’ll admit it.
Catching someone in a lie is like his kryptonite. When someone baits a liar into confession or better yet, contradicting themselves is deeply arousing to him. It’s the kind of subtle manipulation he considers art. Especially if they don’t gloat and simply act on the information they obtained, he’s smitten. It registers as competence with emotional restraint - his favourite combination.
Emotional
Emotional restraint. He finds emotional transparency comforting in the sense that he doesn’t have to guess what someone is feeling, but he doesn’t find it compelling. What really draws him in is the concept that something is just out reach. So, someone who is rational and restrained with occasional glimpses of deep emotion that are kept under tight control really gets to him.
The moment restraint cracks. Seeing someone, who’s usually composed, slip lights him up because he feels it’s earned rather than given freely.
Personality
Someone who isn’t a push over. Someone who holds their ground against him, or others, without being reckless or defiant for defiance sake.
Creativity and resourcefulness, especially if it reveals an underlying quality. For example someone who stabs the lid of a pickle jar instead of asking for help to open it would register as intelligent, creative, resourceful, and telling of their independence to him.
Sensory
Someone who subtly makes him more aware of his own body and reactions - eye contact, heart rate - that subtle disruption, the feeling the roles are reversed and he’s the one being observed now, is one of the first things that makes him register his attention towards them as lust.
His detachment means he sometimes forgets his own physical presence so being forced back into embodiment, would be both uncomfortable and addictive.
Dialect
The way they talk. He locks onto word choice and tone more than he lets on.
Someone who is careful with their wording. Word choice matters in terms of how a message is perceived and that sense that every word has a purpose is a hook for him.
Physically
The way their hair flows, bounces, and cascades - especially when they run their hand through their hair
Subtle Intimacy
When someone unconsciously begins to mirror him in mannerism, internal reasoning, expression, or dialect. It registers as unconscious intimacy.
Someone who can hold eye contact with him without judgement or curiosity, or feeling intimidated by him.
Mannerisms
He’s a big mannerisms guy. The way a person types, flips a page, stirs tea.
The way they hold things, delicately, gentle, almost clinically.
Handwriting. Especially someone who writes quickly and heavy handed, but never loses the eloquence.
Facial expressions. Especially mildly suggestive ones, like the way they bite their lip or nail when they’re concentrating, or the way a fleeting tug of a smirk when their two steps ahead and know something they’re not quite saying - just letting it be known that they know something. Those expressions, to him, carry intelligence, irony, and withheld amusement and suggest that they’re operating several layers deep.
The way they sit, especially if defies social norms but radiates ease, comfort with themselves, and confidence.
The way they walk. Especially if it’s graceful, never in a hurry, suggestive that they’re deliberate and choosing their timing.
The way they communicate with their eyes. He instinctively responds to subtle side glances that carry the weight of irony, curiosity, fascination, attraction, or warning.
