#lawrin

[rinneroraito]

just kiss already you two...

[cebwrites]

waaaay overdue bartocav for farky on twt!

plus some bonus doodles sdfsdjgh

[toarisetheflame]

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[sanmaiblock]

💖 pirates my beloveds <333

[capricious-bastard13]

Drabbles for @cebwrites

Drabble #1: Pretty Lap Kitten

Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Pretty mild smut

Kirin had entered his office in a certain mood. He's wearing what he considers (and vehemently deems) a sweater, cropped just enough that when he lifts his hands, the underside of his tits are shown--but it is fluffy, he'll give Kirin that. Despite the cold weather, he also wears what Kirin dubs a part of his "whoredrobe", a short skirt; a bit flared skirt. Again, he doesn't understand how Kirin's skin stays smooth and survives the cold weather with outfits like these, daily, but who is he to complain?

His lover easily plopped himself down onto his lap, no underwear, mind you, and proceeded to act innocent one can be as he grinds his ass down on him. Law hums to himself thoughtfully, taking his glasses off and placing his patient's documents down in favor of paying attention to his favorite thing. With practiced ease, he runs his hands up Kirin's legs, lingers on his thighs, delights in the way his partner shivers, shoving his ass even more against his crotch.

"Pretty kitten, what do you think you're doing?" Kirin squeaks, snapping his legs closed when Law grasps him, massaging at the crease between his thighs and slit, pressing his fingers firmly before lightly tracing the skin's smoothness.

"Nothing~" Kirin purrs into his ear, all sweet honey and teasing rolls of his hips.

Law indulges him still, fingers sliding lightly against his Kirin's entrance, dripping and wet already. He drags a finger up and down, dips his finger where the wetness is rolling out in small waves, coats the tip with it before he drags his finger back up, massages where he knows Kirin is at his weakest--listens to the sighs and gasps.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but he manages to free his own cock from his pants and lets Kirin sit on it, pressed and nestled between perky cheeks and muscular thighs. With a nuzzle from Kirin, he dips a finger into him, at the first knuckle, he twists, presses, and massages his passage before burying his finger even deeper. "Oh," Kirin breathes out in delight. From there, Kirin spreads his legs farther, hooks his ankles against Law’s calves as he reaches back, threads his fingers into dark lock and grips, grinding down harder, faster. Law buries a second finger, down to the hilt before withdrawing up to the first knuckle again and spreads his fingers apart, plants his lips on Kirin's exposed shoulder, kissing away the salty sweat, leaves bites and bruises into his beautiful tan skin. With the third finger inside Kirin, he thrusts faster, goes harder, buries them deeper. The wet squelching and shallow panting ringing throughout the office, is music to Law's ears. "Law, fuck-" Kirin tries to twist his body to turn and face him, he manages somewhat successfully with his upper body sideways and pressed to Law's chest. "Fuck, there--yes!" Law hums, spreads his fingers inside before drawing them out and thrusting back in. With Kirin's hold on his black hair, he pushes their faces close, breathing each other in, panting the other's air. Law licks and nibbles at Kirin's bottom lip, through his panting, whispers against his mouth, "I love you, Kirin." Before diving in with a kiss. Kirin keens against him, his thighs shaking and his body curved, ass pressed to his wet cock as he cums. When they separate from their kiss, Kirin's cheeks are a bright red, immediately turning to face forward, and with a hand, covers the upper part of his face, eyes closed shut, groaning as he buries his shyness and embarrassment away. Law simply chuckles against the other's nape, planting kisses and hugging him tight.

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Drabble #2: Couch cuddles and Barbie movies

Tags: Cuddles, Fluff, Softness

It’s been an exhausting day, an exhausting week, fuck, an exhausting month.

Law can only imagine how Chopper’s holding up with his residency—he makes a mental note to check on his old roommate when he’s got the time as he closes the door behind him.

Sluggishly making his way from the entrance to, at least, the living room couch. It’s the idea of being able to face-plant down into familiar cushions that pushes him that small one meter trek and being able to fulfill his just-got-home-dreams of momentarily dying on the couch before having to face reality once again.

There’s a deep groan that leaves him, muffled against the pillows, his eyes slipping shut with a sigh.

When he wakes up, Kirin’s voice bids farewell to someone in a chirpy tone before Law hears the door click close and Kirin’s footsteps making its way to stand behind the couch. “Are you awake?”

Law nods, albeit minutely, not in the mood nor mental capacity to move but also getting the urge to turn around and see Kirin.

The latter wins in his little scale of pros and cons, turning himself over with an exasperated groan that Kirin grins at, when Law finally settles on his back, Kirin jumps over the back and lands straddling Law’s torso. It’s a silent plea made by the med student that Kirin slowly and carefully leans over, dragging his body lower until he’s straddling Law’s thighs instead so he can lay his head on the student’s chest.

“Hungry?” Kirin asks softly after minutes of just being in each other’s presence. A hand carding through long, silver-silk hair and a hum in affirmation. They stay that way for a few more minutes, Law looking up at the ceiling with blearily eyes but gentle fingers combing through long hair.

Eventually, Kirin stands, Law heaves out a sigh and albeit exaggerated groan when his partner sits on his thighs. A quirked brow is all Kirin responds with.

Kirin brings over two large bowls, and with just the first bite, something in Law’s mind clicks, connecting the dots as Reiji’s food brings him comfort. His exhausted self slumping on the couch as Kirin positions himself so that his legs are draped over Law’s.

“Reiji was here?”

Kirin swallows and nods, “And Rio.”

They spend the next minutes just eating, zoning out on the Barbie movie playing on their television.

Their bowls are left discarded on their small coffee table, their legs tangled and bodies pressed. Law’s head tucked under Kirin’s chin, listening to his lover’s heartbeats as another Barbie movie plays.

Kirin meanwhile would juggle from watching the movie with him to mindlessly scrolling through his social media accounts. Would briefly tell him, this celebrity is casted for a new role or that celebrity just came out and is given unbridled support from fans.

But he nods and listens to Kirin’s words anyway. He also doesn’t know why they’re watching Barbie movies, but he doesn’t question it either.

A hand is rubbing up and down his back, Kirin singing along to the movies, snorting at attempted jokes, and from time to time would even say, “Fuck yeah, Barbie, you don’t need a stupid himbo”.

And for the time being, he doesn’t think about his responsibilities, the fact that he has to review material, make sure his notes are in order, or even worry about any impromptu quizzes.

Instead, he tells Kirin about how he wondered how Chopper’s doing some time during their second movie, Kirin whipping out his phone and texting Chopper, with a worried furrow between his brows—Law kisses it away, whispering words to his skin, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

They shed their pants by the third movie just so they can feel each other’s heat, the press of skin to skin, feet running up and down exposed legs and calves. The hand that was rubbing Law’s back is now buried underneath his shirt, large palm resting on the small of Law’s back instead, just there.

By the fourth movie, they fall sleep with Law’s face tucked into the crook of his partner’s face and Kirin’s nose buried in his dark hair.

[rinneroraito]

You're sick, and you're working..?

You're the kind of person who pushes yourself beyond any semblance of comfort to finish a task. Today was one of those days. The searing heat in the mornings coupled with the sudden rainfalls in the afternoon has affected you physically, not to mention you've been putting too many hours at work. The Task force is a team of less than 10 people, everyone's pulling their weight and you ARE pulling your weight. Your limit is hovering above you like an anvil tied around a fraying piece of rope and it's about to fall, you know it, but you type away at your desk, nursing yourself with a hot cup of tea.

"Uehara?"

L calls out to you, his monotone breaking through the ringing in your ears.

"Detective..?" You look up at him with weary eyelids, straining to keep them open. There's a speck of concern on those wide, inquiring eyes. It's either that or your fever's making you see things.

"You're obviously not feeling well, please go back to your suite and rest. I'll have Watari get you some medicine."

"I look that bad huh?" You chuckle dryly. "I'll just finish this report and-"

"No," he cuts you off immediately. "I am ordering you to rest, now."

You sigh raggedly as you stand up from your desk. It felt like your knees would buckle under how heavy your entire body felt. L notices this and holds an arm out to you. You stare at his hand, stupidly distracted by how pretty his fingers were.

"Let me help you to your room, you look like you could collapse at any second."

You accept his offer, and step closer so he can wrap his arm around your waist and guide you out of the office. If you weren't so sick you would have screamed internally.

"You're burning up."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize, why were you working in this condition?"

"I thought I could power through it, I've worked like this before."

His grip slightly tightens around your waist as you finally make it out of the office.

"Uehara, sacrificing your health for work is not only debilitating to you physically in the long run, it also affects the rest of the Task Force if they caught whatever this is that's ailing you."

"That's why I didn't leave my desk-"

"Please stop making excuses. You should have informed me firsthand that you were not fit to work today."

The stern way in which he spoke caught you off guard. Was this out of concern for you or did he not like the fact that you could be jeopardizing his case?

"Are you angry that I could have infected you and the others and it's going to set us back?"

You stop at your room and you take your key card out to open the door. He releases his arm from your waist as the lock beeps so you can make your way in.

"I am not angry, your lack of self-preservation is a cause for concern. You place too much of your worth in your work that you're willing to ignore your body's call for rest."

"You're one to talk," you replied quietly, feeling the weight of your body on one foot as you step inside the room. His quick reflex saves you from falling face first on the carpet, grabbing you by your shoulder to pull you close.

"I get necessary rest when I can, that's the difference between us," he replies calmly now. "I don't fight my body when I know I've reached my limit."

L assists you once again to your bed and you flop down to it, taking deep breaths as the toll of finally recognizing that you needed to lie down inevitably falls on you.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Detective," you speak sluggishly as you kick your shoes off.

"Please get some rest, I'll have Watari leave you medication and something to eat when you wake."

"Please don't get sick, too."

"I will try."

"Please get more sleep."

"I," he pauses, crouching down so his face is level with yours. "I will try my best to sleep more."

"Thank you for seeing me," you bury your face in your pillows, afraid that your feverish thoughts will expose more of how cracked your psyche is. Things have been very difficult in the case lately, and it's only a matter of time before you hit another dead end.

"You're more than the work you do, Uehara," L stands up from crouching and pulls the blanket over your shoulder. "I'm looking forward to seeing you back in shape, so please rest plenty."

"I love you..." you whisper to the stuffing in your pillow.

"Pardon?" He tilts his head towards yours, and you lift your face off the pillow to reply.

"I said thanks, I thank you..."

"Ah," he brings a hand up to massage the nape of his neck. "If that's all, then I'll be going back to work."

You watch him pad away and close the door as the heat on your cheeks spread through face.

[rinneroraito]

I just found out after scouring through my folder that I haven't made proper art of L smiling (the Ballads 1 is too creepy for this chart it's a special case)

Some explanation ~

Normal is just them during their day-to-day and while at work, Happy is them being lovey-dovey hahaha

When Rinne gets angry she'll address people by their last name but since L has to stay anonymous, the next best thing is his alias. She only ever calls him Ryuzaki when she's peeved with him. And I headcanon L calls people by their full name when he doesn't like them or are displeased by their behavior hehehehe

[rinneroraito]

This fanfic shit easy af