Stern reminder to straight people that non-canon gay ships are the backbone of online fandom. Being weirded out by it is just an embarrassing stop on your way down the rabbit hole.
“What do you mean you ship L and Light they’re both straight and they hate each other” yeah it’s called Lawlight and that person’s in the company of about 8,200 people here on tumblr.
“What do you mean you ship Keith and Lance from Voltron Legendary Defender they’re both straight and hate each other” yes it’s called Klance and there were shirts at Hot Topic—
“What do you mean you ship Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock and Martin Freeman’s Watson—“ GIRL it’s tumblr.
Welcome to online fandom get prepared to get comfy coexisting with a whole lot weirder and wilder.
HI I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT L LAWLIET X HYPERFEM READER WHOS SMART LIKE HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO IT IM ON MY KNEES AND IM BEGING YOU PLEASE
Sorry but I'm frothing at the mouth at this idea lmao. Btw I read your fics for Jinshi and Gyomei with his wife and loved them both! I'm legit in love with your writing. Thanks in advance if you do this and if not, totally fine, have a good day and remember to drink water!
a/n: i didn't know ppl would be frothing at the mouth for this idea, this is like the fifth message in my inbox about it😭 tysm everyone for all the love and excitement on this little obsession of mine! i hope you have fun reading this one (it's def not proofread well) <3 reqs r still open for other fandoms and death note btw! also anon ty for all the love it means a lot to me that you enjoyed my other work <333 i hope you have a lovely day!
୨ৎ contains: reader is portrayed as someone who enjoys hyperfeminine style and characteristics, and as a genius detective similar to L (really embracing my INTJ mbti archetype with this one😔); childhood friends to sweethearts; L is clingy as hell and a perv; not really opposite attracts trope but it's like loser-boy!obsessed!genius x angel-girl who has her shit together; nsfw themes of masturbation, penetrative sex, oral, cockwarming, noncon hidden cams (not like camgirl but he hides cameras in ur rooms, ifykyk), & he also has a things for your tits and ur body (reader's midsize bc idk about u but i'm always catering my writing to me and other not-so-skinny-but-in-between-plus-size hotties); btw potential spoilers for death note anime/manga bc even though it's been out forever ik some ppl are still going through it
l lawliet/ryuzaki x hyperfem!genius detective!midsize!f!reader - she's always been his fixation
L Lawliet—Ryuzaki to his colleagues, Ryu and other less formidable nicknames to you—was a peculiar man. Anyone could tell just by looking at him that he was either brilliant, a freak, or a brilliant freak. At Wammy's, when he was still being fleshed into the notorious brainiac he was at present, he was evidently isolated. He not only preferred to be alone but to be enriched by himself because that was the only person who made sense to him, who made him feel understood—his own ego and id.
Well, himself and you.
You were this pink, soft, kind bundle of everything L wanted out of a partner—and he realized that at a remarkably young because of you, and was reminded of how you qualified to be in his circle quite frequently because of how you were just... you. Girlish, lovely, compassionate, an overthinker. Always carrying around some stuffed animal and bombarding him to take a break from encyclopedias in order to join your murder mystery tea party (it was always a trick, the murderer was either you or him every single time). While he was hoarding toys and reading in corners and hiding in the quiet parts of the courtyard, you were right beside him.
And then you grew into a full-fledged woman, still as adorned in femininity and princess-ish attributes, and you saw all the strange things he did at seventeen, all his struggles, the whole past it took for him to become the man he was—and you never strayed from his side.
To be honest, you were in the same boat as him because you didn't find any of the other kids appealing, and no toys or games stimulated you the way those things would the average child. You two were both extraordinary, so in recognition of that you stuck together. Watari, while assisting L in grooming his skills, did the same for you, and at the ages other young adults were earning degrees, growing their family, starting their lives, you and L were renowned consultants for some of the most eccentric, gory, and complicated crimes.
Neither of you wanted to admit it but through your closely shared childhood and aversion to being away from each other for too long, you perhaps had accidentally nurtured an unhealthy codependent relationship and a bad case of separation anxiety—but as stated, neither of you wanted to say that aloud.
L especially didn't want to admit to you that he had grown almost obsessive over you. He loved you, he very much did, yet he never explicitly told you that he inexplicably thought of himself as your romantic counterpart. He was under the impression it was stated in the air, unspoken and solid. Any time someone flirted with you, showed the slightest interest into anything besides platonic or professional relation, he was there, demanding some tedious, extreme task, demoting them, doing something to get rid of this stranger who thought they could stake a claim in you...
Used to his habits, you hardly paid him mind. It was cute to you, really, how protective it was. It didn't become clear that he believed himself to be your automatic boyfriend until he acted oddly about the news that you had a date once.
At times, you worked cases separately and usually traveled a lot (much to L's displeasure), so when you had time to be stuck at the hip again, you babbled about everything you could think of, and he sat at his desk, twiddling his toes, eating an exotic sweet, half working and half listening—calm, collected, until—
"A date?" he'd asked. "What do you mean a date? A fake one, you must mean—because why do you need to go out on a date? Is it to get information for your case?"
"No?" You laughed, a strand of hair looped around your manicured nails. An open file sat in your lap for your light reading pleasure. "It's with a guy I met at a coffee shop. He asked for my number and called me pretty, so—"
"Cancel it," L had demanded without missing a beat, eyes back on his too-bright computer screen already.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked for your number at one point. I tell you you're pretty all the time. I can take you on a date. Statistically, I'm the most suitable man you know. I meet the criteria you most likely have for a suitor, so I'll take you out if you really want to spend your time like that. Watari can find a restaurant and show somewhere."
You'd shook your head with a sigh, then cancelled your date within the next hour. And you were glad to, because part of you was definitely secretly hoping he would turn a tad possessive and give you some kind of lead on what he thought of your evolved relationship.
When the Kira case emerged, L evidently called your number off his speed dial, not caring whatever the charges were to his bill, if you were in or out of the country, what damn case you were working—he wanted you in Japan on the next available flight ASAP. Not only did he want you close to him because a figureless serial murderer was remotely killing people somehow and the stakes were too high to risk you, he wanted you by his side because he knew he needed an ace up his sleeve to narrow down his suspect list and the parameters of the case—and you were the perfect trick.
Pretty in your mini dresses and heels, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, a roster of numerous solved freak cases looming with you, you took L's base of operation by storm. His colleagues and subordinates definitely had a thing for you—not only were they glad to have a woman around, they had a gorgeous piece of eye candy watching over their shoulders as they tried to catch a mass murderer with a suspected god complex.
The one problem—L kept you stuck on his arm. He was a jealous guy, and it was dangerous everywhere, he couldn't let you go off on your own. So at every turn of events and change in the case, he had you by him. While surveilling the Yagami household, you were sat in the floor by his chair, reading or watching the cameras. When he attended university for two seconds to make contact with Light, you waited in his car, entertained by Watari's stories or card games. He kept your legal name locked out, your sensitive information unreachable, your existence totally sealed off from Kira and protected by his obsessed loving hand.
Additionally, when the Task Force building went into the full effective living situation with Misa and Light, L had you planted right in his room. And when you learned you'd be staying with him, you couldn't help but prod him about it.
"Ryu?" You'd leaned over his shoulder as he, of course, stared at a computer and the papers on his desk for the thirteenth hour of the day. Empty cans and plates littered with crumbs sat around the room—you were accustomed to how messy (and akin to a loser college boy...) he could be, but you still scrunched up some at the state of your surroundings.
Tapping your heel against the floor as you waited for him to reply—he always took a moment, you knew to be patient—you snaked your arms over his chair and hugged his head, your jewelry clinking softly. "Ryuzaki..."
When your breasts pressed against the back of his head he instinctually leaned back and let out a comfortable sigh. He was shameless, resting his head on your chest without hesitation. "What is it?"
"Tell me," you said, "if this facility can house sixty plus people... why am I rooming with you?"
He hummed, biting his thumbnail, eyes never moving off the screens. "Safety reasons. You know. And because of conflictions with the suspect list."
You smirked slightly, one hand rubbing his chest absently. "Do you need to survey me constantly like you do Light? Do you think I'm Kira?"
"God no. And you don't think I'm Kira obviously. Do I really have to explain why I put you in the same room as me?"
"Yes, if you're going to keep not cleaning up after yourself."
He paused, eyes half-lidded. Then said, "I'll have a cleaning service come by every weekend."
"Twice a week, Monday and Friday," you said. "And... the cameras in every nook and cranny? In the bathroom?"
"I need eyes everywhere constantly."
"In our bathroom and bedroom, though? What if I need to take a shower or change?"
"You and I will be the only ones to review our room's footage."
"You and I?"
He smirked slightly then. "Yes. Me and you."
There was a sexual element to your relationship with L that was undeniable. He didn't care to ogle at you in public. When you found the time to dawdle around with Misa or indulge in a hobby, he was usually around, gawking at just how gorgeous you were. He frequently sat by your make-up-and-glitter-littered vanity and watched you get ready, calculated how long you would take and predicted what cutesy outfit you'd wear (and what underwear you'd chosen). Besides how he enjoyed your appearance and his obvious half sapiosexual, half lovesick fixation with you, the sexual element shone through in the more explicit instances that eventually occurred between you two.
On countless nights, he beckoned you over, out of bed or away from analysis, and simply felt you up.
Of course he gave you this sad, begging that guilt-tripped asked you if it was all right to touch you, and each time you saw his tired, mopey face staring up at you from his chair you gave up in. You allowed him to sit you in his lap and squeeze your plush sides, for him to leave love-bites on the fat of your biceps and thighs and neck, for him to hum and kiss against the soft, round angle of your chin, all while he murmured praises and worship to you that nobody would expect from the Ryuzaki.
"I needed this so much, darling, you have no idea. Oh God, thank you so much. I'm sorry if you can feel how hard I am, you're just so beautiful and perfect... I can't help myself. Will you let me touch you more?"
Then, after he convinced you to lift your skirt or dress, or to slip out of your pants, he'd rub your clit while quietly begging you to just let him be inside of you—and when you agreed to cockhold him at his desk at night, he was too late resisting the soft moan that escaped his lips.
And for being a big fat virgin, he was a good fuck to you. He didn't look into nude mags or watch porn—typically, when he needed to masturbate he'd pull out a photo of you (you asleep in his favorite pink nightie of yours) and take care of himself in the bathroom. If he was feeling sly, he might steal a pair of your lacey panties with the little ribbons on it and jerk off, then leave them in your laundry hamper. He wasn't sure if you ever noticed those extra stains on your underwear.
After you two ventured into the world of being skin-to-skin and L actually slipping in and out, in and out, in and out of you, he was a goner. He begged you for quickies during any downtime, tried to get you to sneak away when nothing interesting was happening, was down for you every single night, ready to eat you out.
He especially loved when you let him simply look and touch. Usually when you were tired or didn't want to move, he'd get your permission, undress you while kissing down your entire body and then just grope and grab. Gently of course, though sometimes roughly—at which you whined and tried to push his stubborn paws away. Your hips, tits, ass, throat, thighs. He loved your body and couldn't help but want to explore it.
Your breasts were his favorite. He was a boob man through and through. Maybe it was due to his dire sweet tooth or his oral fixation, but he was over the moon when you let him simply lick and nip at your chest, or let him rest on your bare tits so that he could suckle on you whenever he felt like it.
You were indeed the perfect partner for him, willing to put up with his habits and perverted self and love him through all of the stakes you were put through—and he would forever cherish you for that.
Can you write a smut with L wherr he has a big crush on her (they work together in the Kira case) and one day he’s jerking it to the though of her in his room in the building he built and she walks in as he moans her name
Thank you for your request!! ᰔ
tw: nsfw, explicit language
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You exposed him. . . !
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You had just got off work after a long busy day. You were sat in the so called "hangout area" which L had begged to change the name of into something more productive. You were sipping on a steaming hot cup of coffee, reading the latest reports on the Kira-case which made your brain ache. You sighed deeply as you stood up, some crumbs falling off of your black skirt that you had worn all day.
About half an hour later, you were stood in the spacious elevator that led up to the rentable apartments L had made sure to build into the headquarters. You had rented a small room, yet it had just enough space for you to work. The time you spent in there wasn't a lot, since you usually enjoyed visiting the other task-force members which nobody seemed to mind all too much.
This particular day you were excited to knock on L's door to tell him about some new information. Your heels clinked as you walked with slow, calculated steps towards L's door. It was closed, yet you didn't see that as a problem. L was usually kind enough to let you walk right in, since he was never doing something too important in his free time anyway.
You slowly grabbed the door handle, opening the door slowly. It opened with a noticeable creak, but L's greeting was nowhere to be heard. It was suspicious, not having him greet you right away. As to investigate the situation, you walked further into the small apartment that had way more rooms than yours did. Finally, you laid eyes upon his bedroom door that rested half-open.
You made your way towards the door, before slowly opening it wide.
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nsfw!!
You were met by L's half lidded eyes, his cock throbbing in his grasp. He was gasping and nearly trembling, not seeming to notice your far too obvious presence.
"Y/n..." You swore you could hear him moan through the "empty" room, something that made your stomach flutter. You gasped audibly, accidentally being just slightly too loud as his head flung straight up. His eyes were wide, his grasp still firm on himself as he stared at you. You had never seen him so full of "emotion", which made your heart flutter even further. He looked desperate, yearning for your touch as if he didn't think that was weird at all.
He bit his lip, looking as desperate as a puppy, his eyes locked with yours as you approached him. He was squirming under his own touch that was quickly replaced with yours. You moved your hand slowly, up and down, making his head jerk back in pleasure. He let out a deep growl, that surely caught you off guard.
His hard cock was throbbing in your hand, ready for release. He didn't speak a word, in fact, he wasn't able to under his frequent moans he couldn't hold back. His breathing was shallow, his well sculpted face now facing in your direction. He looked down at you as your finger slid against his soaking tip, making him shudder.
Once again, he moaned your name as he spilled his cum all over your fist. His legs shook slightly, his head jerking back in pure pleasure once again.
