#lchiko

[requinum]

I've never heard of lawlight in my life

[catboymettaton]

so baby pull me closer

rated M - 1k words - Sachiko/L

in which Sachiko has an affair with her son's teacher

for @dnrarepairweek day 4: temptation

read on ao3 or below:

Sachiko knows, in the back of her mind, that she should probably stop this. She’s perfectly happy with Soichiro. He’s a lovely, honest man who’s a strong role model for their son. He’s very polite and has a strong sense of justice.

But that strong sense of justice keeps him working late nights, and he spends all his energy smiling at dinner, and then when it’s time for bed he’s too tired to do anything but just slip under the covers. 

She’s glad he’s helping keep Tokyo safe. But she’s only human, and humans are animals, and her animal body has needs and complains when they aren’t fulfilled. She can only take so many mid afternoon sessions of rocking about on her fingers.

And so she keeps coming back to see Ryuzaki, again and again.

It started as an honest conversation about Light’s grades. Nothing more. Her son was the best, as usual, sure to go on to do great things and make his family proud. That was that, and there was no reason to discuss the matter further.

And yet somehow they found more to discuss, circling around the teacher’s desk with its neat stacks of papers and bright red apple. She learned that Ryuzaki was fairly new to Tokyo, having only moved to the area five years ago, and that he was single despite his smooth, silky voice and charming smile.

He called her a week later. There was something he’d forgotten to mention, he explained. Something important that he needed to show her.

And that something was his lips and his hands and a dark corner tucked behind a maple tree. 

They’ve never mentioned her son since. 

He’s younger than her by around ten years and it shows in his stamina and his agility. His best record is giving her five orgasms in two hours, and he’d barely even come up for breath. 

He likes being put in his place. Too much energy spent telling students what to do all day; he prefers to let someone else take charge for once. And she is quite happy to oblige; Soichiro had never been interested in such things and she had never known how to ask.

He has a very nice car. She doesn’t know how he affords that on a teacher’s salary, but that doesn’t matter. The important part is that it has soft, cushy seats and dark windows that are hard to see into at night.

Their first night together, she’d laid back and begun to study the ceiling, taking note of how the shapes fit together, before she was abruptly distracted by his hands slipping up under her shirt and his teeth meeting her neck. 

Soichiro never bites. Soichiro is a proper, sophisticated man who treats her gently. And she appreciates his caution, appreciates the way he’s careful not to push her past her limits. But he never asks her where the limits are, and his guesses are always conservative. 

Ryuzaki pushes. He’s hurt her before, not on purpose, but when he opened his mouth to apologize she sealed it with a kiss instead. How is she supposed to know how much her body can take, after all, if she never tests it? 

The car makes her nervous. She’s always afraid of someone stumbling across them, someone who knows Soichiro and can tell him exactly where she’s been on all the nights she’s invented a book club, or a quilting circle, or another suitable housewife hobby. 

And yet the danger makes it all the more exciting.

Tonight, it’s Ryuzaki on his back and Sachiko perched above him, back rounded within the confines of the car. She’s teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips. He’s circumcised, unlike her husband, and the exotic nakedness of his shaft excites her.

He whimpers below her, so soft and vulnerable. He likes to give up his body to her, to let her take control. She likes the rush of power in knowing that she can bend him to her will. She presses her mouth to his and he kisses back hungrily and desperately.

She runs a hand under his shirt to grasp his nipple. They keep their clothes on most of the way, which means less skin contact but an easier getaway if need be.

She likes knowing that they might have to run if they’re spotted. 

Sometimes she wonders what Soichiro would do if he knew. Would he be angry with her? Would he walk away? Would he bow his head and accept that it was his fault for getting so busy, for leaving her alone so often?

Sometimes she wonders if his late nights are not just at his office.

She lowers herself onto Ryuzaki’s cock, all twitching and pulsing with anticipation. She rocks back and forth, deliciously full of his girth. 

He is actually a bit smaller than Soichiro, but she doesn’t mind. It sounds cliche, but size isn’t everything. And besides, she likes the variety.

Sometimes he likes to be told that he’s naughty. That he’s bad, for tempting her here. He never points out that she’s the one who keeps coming. He lets her blame it all on him and his youthful good looks and smooth, silky voice. 

Sometimes he likes to tell her how beautiful she is, how much he loves her body even with its marks of age and pregnancy. He likes her stretch marks and her cellulite, he likes the way her breasts sag beneath her shirt. 

They went to a love hotel, once, and saw each other properly naked. She drank in his lean, strong form, mostly smooth but for a few scars around his limbs. He explained the stories of some of them – scrapes from falling off his bike, burns from distracted cooking, scratches from his cat. It was odd to hear about his life outside of here, outside of this secret they shared.

She liked getting to see him in the soft, romantic lights. But she also likes seeing him in the dim street lamps, occasionally lit up by a passing car. It feels better that way. It feels better to make it covert. 

Their affair is like film that’s still developing. If it leaves the darkroom too fast, it’ll get all damaged and faded. 

It’s temporary, she reminds herself. It can’t go on forever. Someone will see them, or she’ll mix up her stories, and it’ll all come crumbling down like a house of cards.

So she has to savor it while she lasts. She has to make the most of these trysts. 

She rides on his cock and revels in his deep, delicious moans. 

[quarterqueens]

A Heartwarming Family Occasion

Written for @dnkinktober Day 13: Foodplay Read on AO3 Sachiko/L & L/a literal cooked turkey Content notes: L’s weird parental issues, adultery, implied nonconsensual ingestion of bodily fluids, randomly set in Canada In which Sachiko Yagami makes an important request of L: if he wishes to join her and Soichiro for dinner, he must fuck the Thanksgiving turkey.

[quicktimeeventfull]

A Good Old-Fashioned Kiss: An L/Sachiko Fic

Explicit 4.7k words Read on AO3 Contains: Adultery, cunnilingus, really bad HR practises Bored at a particularly loathsome New Years office party, L decides it's a fantastic idea to proposition his HR manager, one Sachiko Yagami. Thank you so so much to @lightyaoigami and @blondiest for reading this over and helping so much with this. <3

Sachiko sighs. “I used to be very attractive when I was their age,” she says. “Boys couldn’t get enough of me.”

He blinks at her, then look down at the drink in her hand. It’s in a plastic cup, because their company is a clownshow. It’s mostly empty. There’s an open bar, which L had been taking advantage of before he switched to his beautiful fruit cup, and perhaps this is why he decides it’s an excellent idea to respond honestly.

“Well,” he says, “I certainly don’t think that’s changed.”

She sighs again, and waves her hand towards the room. “You’re very sweet,” she says. “Look at everyone. They’re all so — young. They all dressed up.” This is more or less true. Everyone has taken it upon themselves to look as though they’re going out somewhere festive rather than clustering around a bunch of folding tables with plastic covers. Even L has gone and found himself a black button-up, which he’d belatedly realised makes him look like a waiter. Sachiko, in her Christmas sweater, stands out, the one soft and pleasant thing amongst all this sharpness and anxiousness to please. “No one here would be interested in me.”

“No,” L says, a little more forcefully. “I’m very sure they would be.”

[quicktimeeventfull]

Chalazae: an L/Sachiko Fic

Written for Day 17 of @dnkinktober: Masturbation Read on AO3 1.8k words Content notes: includes implied child abuse & nonconsensual voyeurism In which L watches the Yagami matriarch through his panopticon of cameras and sees some things he was not meant to see. There are many unnameable things he wants but nothing he can take from this distance.

He has seen the Yagamis in all states of undress and indignities. He has seen Sachiko pluck at the little hairs on her upper lip and spit her toothpaste in the sink before emerging to greet her husband, and he has seen her sprawled languid across the sofa in their empty house, apron still on and a romance novel in one hand. Largely, he does not enjoy the process of observance; it makes him uneasy to intrude on the lives of these people he has never met. Prior to this case, the ethics of his investigations had been much simpler. But he does like these mornings, in their own way.

[quicktimeeventfull]

let's make a night: an L/sachiko playlist

listen on spotify tracklist under cut q&a q: is this like a joke? a: no it's very serious q: do you mean like in a supportive, encouraging platonic way? a: i think they should fuck nasty

tracklist:

stacy's mom by fountains of wayne

a sweet old-fashioned girl by teresa brewer

where the boys are by connie francis

grown woman by beyoncé

dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen

grown woman by mary j blige

hey mama! by exo cbx

seven (explicit ver) by jung kook

mrs. robinson by simon & garfunkel

[bananya]

HAPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY

THANK U LOUISE (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

[zurako]

lchiko replied to your post “ur a butthead”

i miss my gintama screen shots............. also naw ur the butthead, butthead

i dont appreciate these lies and slander..............