hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.
he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.
loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.
lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"
he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.
"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.
the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"
you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.
"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."
a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...
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pairings: light yagami x fem!reader, l lawliet x fem!reader, misa amane x fem!reader, touta matsuda x fem!reader (all separate)
summary: what i think death note characters are like with a sleepy gf :P (pure fluff)
a/n: this is a bit different from what i usually post but i've been wanting to try out something like this for a while! sometimes i get kinda burnt out writing mainly longer one shots and smut, so i thought something like this might help mix things up! i hope if you read, you enjoy it <3
LIGHT YAGAMI:
early on in your relationship, light was kind of annoyed by your inability to stay awake through things.
he takes you to the movies, and not even halfway through you're leaning on his shoulder knocked out. you two are driving home from a function and your head is drooping towards the window. he's recounting something that happened earlier in the day and in minutes, you're passed out against his chest.
it really got on his nerves for a while. he only started to look at it a little softer with some new perspective.
because he finds out that when you're worried about him, you don't sleep at all. when he's working a lot, when he seems extra frustrated with something, you can't get your mind to settle. he sees it when he comes home late and you're still up or when he occasionally wakes during the night and finds you watching him.
try as he might to deny it, this little realization that your schedule is so connected to his softens him up.
after that, he doesn't scoff when he catches you conked out. he doesn't roll his eyes or get passive aggressive with you when you wake.
and with you unconscious, he doesn't feel any awkwardness about shifting you closer and kissing your forehead.
when you do finally wake up, his voice is more gentle as he says "hey... are you feeling better? or still sleepy?"
he doesn't frown the tiniest bit when you sigh and mumble out "still sleepy" before slumping against him once more.
he only kisses your head again before whispering "just get some more rest then. we can talk when you're up."
L LAWLIET:
L never minded your propensity for falling asleep at random times or a moment's notice.
it fascinated him because it was so different from his own tendency to resist sleep by any means necessary.
he'd usually find you like that sprawled across the couch or curled up in a recliner.
someone else may have tried gently waking you and guiding you off to a bed to get some proper rest, but L felt entirely against the thought. you looked so perfect like this, in your most natural state, comfortable enough with him to fall asleep wherever felt good.
he'd simply climb in with you, whether that meant wedging himself between you and the cushion backing or between your hip and the arm rest.
he'd squeeze in, resting his head against your chest and slipping his arms around your waist. it was pretty easy to get some rest like that he'd found.
usually he'd wake to the feeling of you squirming around and shrugging him off along with the sound of you grumbling about him taking up your space.
he only holds on tighter with his freakishly strong limbs and pulls you back down into him when that happens. his face nuzzles against your neck with a mumbled "you looked so peaceful, darling. i had to test how comfortable this thing was for myself. just give me a few more minutes to truly decide..."
and so far you'd never denied him that.
MISA AMANE:
at first misa didn't like how sleepy you could get, but only because you sleeping meant that she couldn't have your attention.
it also got on her nerves because you most often would doze off while she was talking.
she'd be in the middle of a story about something that happened at work or something someone had said to her. your head would be in her lap like usual, allowing her to stroke your hair while she talked.
but then she'd realize your little 'mhm's' had stopped.
"hey-" she'd say while giving you a quick shake. you'd mumble something about how you were listening and meet her frown with apologetic eyes.
"whatever," she'd grumble before petulantly flicking you and rolling you off her legs so she could slump down against her pillows where the two of you would inevitably make up and cuddle.
however, she ended up changing her tune about the whole thing because it occurred to her that you sleeping meant you also couldn't give your attention to anything else. when you fell asleep like you did, you were practically giving yourself all to her for the night.
now on evenings where she can see you're a little more tired than usual, she can't wait to get you into bed.
she practically yanks your head to lay against her thighs where she can pet you and get onto talking about whatever to lull you into a state of comfort.
when you drift off, she's all smiles. she gently shifts you around so you're all comfy on your pillow, and then she curls up right behind you, her head against your neck or your back.
she listens to you breathe, presses faint kisses between your shoulder blades. her fingers run over your arms and hips. she gets you all to herself.
she likes to think falling asleep to her voice makes you dream of her, and she could never be mad at that.
TOUTA MATSUDA:
matsuda thinks your sleepiness is the cutest thing in the world <3
he pretty openly encourages it. the second he sees a yawn or your eyes starting to droop even the tiniest bit, he's fawning over you.
at home, he'll drag you into his lap so he can hold you for a while before nudging you towards the bedroom.
if you two are out at some event, he wraps you up in his arms, kisses your cheek, and sways a little back and forth.
"we can leave early if you want to, honey," he'll say.
even if you try denying it, he won't let up. he'll rub your back, ask if you're sure. he insists it's much more fun laying at home with you in bed anyways.
once you finally agree, as you always inevitably do, he's quick to tell the others he has to take off cause "the wife's tired" (he says this whether you're married yet or not).
when you do arrive back home, he can't help babying you a tiny bit. he helps you undress, showers you in praise and reminders of how much he adores you.
he'd carry you up to bed if you asked him, but you never do. you're content to crawl in on your own and pull him down after you.
at a certain point he becomes convinced there's nothing better than the feeling of your limbs weaving around him and your head settling on his chest.
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿ mello x reader headcanons pt 2 ( some domestic!mello ) ‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
a bit suggestive ?? fluff mostly . . . gosh domestic!mello the things that u do to me. tags: @peaktora 💞
𓏵 he cooks shirtless. not only for you—he also just hates grease on his clothes. bites into a piece of food and feeds you the next bite off his fingers, still licking his own. “here. taste.” you do. his eyes stay on your mouth.
𓏵 doesn’t cuddle, but sleeps on you. head buried in your stomach, hand wrapped around your thigh. if you try to move, you get a warning groan, half-asleep: “don’t. i’m comfortable.”
𓏵 watches you get ready every. single. morning. not touching, not speaking—just leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed, chewing his bottom lip. you look over your shoulder and raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t flinch. “keep going.”
𓏵 won’t help fold laundry but gets handsy when you do. runs his fingers up your legs while you’re trying to stack shirts. pulls you back against him, murmurs into your neck. “we don’t need clothes anyway.”
𓏵 walks past you in the hallway and swats your ass like it’s a reflex. never even looks back, it’s just another switchblade on his belt.
𓏵 locks the door when you shower but doesn’t tell you. just leans back on the bed and listens. steam, water, skin. if you call for him? he’ll pretend to ignore it—until he walks in, towel already in hand, face unreadable. "need something or you just want attention?"
𓏵 doesn’t “ask” for space. just grabs your thigh and pulls your leg over his lap while he scowls at case files, eyebrows raised and nose slightly scrunched in concentration. still has the gun on the table. but you're right there, always against him.
𓏵 always opens jars for you, even if you didn’t ask. just sees you look at one too long, and it’s already in his hand. cracks it open like it offended him. places it back down silently, smirking. doesn’t even say “you’re welcome.” just expects the look you give him.
𓏵 you sleep in his shirts, and your favourite lace. he sleeps in nothing but sweats. and, he's shirtless at home. always. walks around with his cross chain against bare skin and low-slung joggers, eating chocolate straight out the foil. you try not to stare. fail.
𓏵 quiet physical touch. his palm on your thigh under the table. his fingers looped lazily into your waistband as you do dishes. chin on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck as he watches you cook like he’s thinking about more than dinner.
"Ooh, you're really making this interesting for me," said Ryuk as he floated upside down and lazily watched you snuggling up to Light.
Light grumbled and reluctantly wrapped an arm around your waist to make you more comfortable against his side on the bed. "Just go eat some more apples and leave us alone," he ordered, turning his back to the shinigami.
"Aww, you're no fun. Little Light won't even look at me anymore," Ryuk whined before snickering and floating away, effortlessly clipping through the wall.
Light waited until he was gone before he finally met your gaze and swiped his thumb over your hip. "I wish there weren't so many strings attached to having the death note. I really could do without a demon lingering over my shoulder day and night."
"I know," you sympathized. "It must be so annoying to be trying to save the world when you have a shinigami who doesn't even care about your cause."
Light pressed you closer to him, guiding you to bury your face against his chest while he intertwined his leg between yours. "You're the only one who understands me, you know?" he whispered, gently scratching your scalp. "I couldn't do any of this without you. You're the one who keeps me sane when I feel about ready to write down a name every second."
You slid your arm around his lean torso and felt him draw you closer, trying to swallow your frame with his. For once, it felt as if the whole world went still. Light's family wasn't home, and it was just the two of you, all alone.
"You calm me down. If I didn't have you..." he trailed off, deciding not to finish his sentence. "Tell me about your day."
You peeled yourself away from him and gave him a tired smile while searching his pretty brown eyes. "Well, I didn't do much. Just sat around, wondering when you'd call. I missed you a lot. I missed this," you said, burying your face in the crook of his neck to give him a small kiss. "I finally managed to get to that project I've been putting off for so long. I think I did a good job on what I did today, even if it isn't much."
"Speaking of not doing much," he said, not really acknowledging your words and placing his palm flat against your back to rub it a few times. "The investigation is going nowhere. L reached a dead end. He doesn't know where to go. I've covered up my tracks so well that there is no 'when' anymore. I won't be caught. I am Kira. I am God." He let go of you and rolled onto his back.
"You are," you agreed, moving to prop yourself up on an elbow and trail your eyes across his defined jawline that you'd kissed so many times before. "L doesn't know what to do because he'll never be as great as you. No one can ever beat God."
Light smirked and didn't bother to pull you closer again. Instead, he continued with his thoughts. "I'm unbeatable. I'm truly unbeatable!" he laughed, turning back to look at you. "And I can be even more powerful if you help me." To sway you, he pressed a single kiss to your cheek.
"How can I help you?" you asked eagerly.
His eyes narrowed on something invisible near the window, and he whispered into your ear, "I need you to be my right hand."
"Yeah, but Misa—"
"I don't like Misa. I like you and only you," he assured you. "If I am to have anyone work as my partner, I need them to be mine completely. I already have your body." He emphasized his point by firmly gripping your ass. "So give me your mind."
You instinctively leaned into his touch and wondered, "Would you want me to... have the eyes?"
He nodded, guiding your head to his chest once more. "I want you to make every deal in the book. You'll truly be Kira's right hand, baby. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel special? Does it make you feel worth something?"
You nodded and buried yourself further against his chest, trying to soak up his attention and warmth after being apart for so long.
"Good," he cooed. "Because you are special to me. Don't you ever forget that." He roughly pulled you with him so you could rest atop him.
"I love you so much," you told him, sliding your leg over his and pressing your hand to his chest.
Instead of responding, he dug his fingers into the fabric of your shirt to guide you up, and he met your lips with his. The thing he loved most about you was your obedience and willingness to please. However, it wasn't in an annoyingly insecure way, like Misa. You genuinely wanted to be with him, not because he'd ever impacted your life as Kira, but because you'd always known him as Light.
He tilted his head to the side, coaxing your mouth open with his expectant tongue, and when you accepted, he pulled you fully on top of him. Your legs spread to accommodate his thighs beneath you, and you cupped his cheeks, working your tongue against his. Just when you thought you might be able to control the moment, he dug his fingers into your shoulder blades, making you settle down. One of his favorite things to do was to tame you. If you ever got the notion that you could stand your ground to him, well... you were sorely mistaken.
Finally, he pulled away, his lips moist and colored a pretty pink. When his eyes flickered to meet yours, you nearly gasped. That one look was enough to turn you to mush, and you lowered yourself to his chest again, pressing your ear to the center of his chest. His heartbeat was unusually slow, but instead of questioning it, you curled further into his embrace, letting him be the one to make you forget about the world.
Sighing, he said, "As long as you stay by my side, you'll be safe, and I'll make sure we both get to live in the perfect world. You could walk anywhere in Tokyo, even in the darkest alleys, and nobody would touch a hair on your body. And it will all be because of me and you."
You smiled contentedly and inhaled the scent of his signature sandalwood cologne that clung to his shirt. Knowing he had you all to himself, he mindlessly cleared the strands of hair that concealed your face, and he placed one last kiss on your forehead.
"Hehe..." Ryuk snickered from beyond the door. "It's awfully quiet in there. I hope nothing interesting is happening."
When he floated through the surface, Light just sighed and turned away.
"Oh," he said, his eyes landing on the two of you simply cuddling. "Uhh, listen, I've looked everywhere, Light. There are no apples anywhere. Did your sister perhaps eat them all or something?" he wondered, nervously twisting his arms in all directions.
"I don't know, Ryuk," Light groaned, grabbing your hips and peeling you from him. "Fine. We'll go to the store and get you some. Better?"
"Oh, yes, yes," he said breathily, scratching the back of his head.
Once you were off of him, Light pecked your cheek, which elicited a pleased hum from Ryuk.
"So, you really are just two lovesick fools. You know, I never took you for one, Light," Ryuk said thoughtfully, disappearing beyond the wall again. "It seems that the longer I'm on Earth, the more mysteries unfold."
Light ignored the shinigami's claims and slid from the bed to extend a hand to you. "We'll take care of his withdrawal, and once we're back, it'll be you and me... no interruptions. Now, shall we?"
Hi!! Could I request some x reader fluff with Light from death note? 👉👈
clinging to bf!lightyagami
light yagami didn’t know what to do with you.
there you were, curled up against him. leg in between his, and face smooshed against the side of his neck, breathing softly as usual.
“sweetheart, please.” he grumbled, amused with the slightest bit of warmth mixing within his expression.
“just five more minutes, please light darling,” you mumble, nudging more into his collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses along the edge.
he tried to move, trying his very hardest to get his legs untangled from yours, as he leans his head back against the bed-frame with a sigh.
five minutes later, he’s still painfully stuck in this pointless predicament.
“baby, i need to go.” he mumbles, kissing your head as an attempt to pull away, your grip on him tightening.
“please, light! m comfy…” she buries her face deeper into his collarbone, slinging her arm around his waist.
“i’m serious, i need to—“
“i don’t care, please stay with me.” she mumbles, lazily opening an eye and blinking softly at him.
meeting her eyes, his expression drops. he slowly settles back into bed, placing another kiss on her temple and placing his hand firm onto her shoulder.
“ryuzaki won’t mind if i’m a few more minutes late.”
a/n - honestly this was supposed to be WAY longer, just wanted to get this out as soon as possible!! thank you anon 4 the request ! ^_^
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Can I ask you about Light and L (separated) when their girlfriend falls asleep next to them with her head on their shoulder while they are at the computer?
Death Note ~Did you just fall asleep?~
Manga/anime: Death Note
Warnings: nothing
(Y/N): your name
After a busy day spent between university classes and intense studying, Light was still at his computer taking notes on the next criminals to write in his Death Note. His girlfriend (Y/N) was reading, sitting in the chair next to him.
About an hour had passed since he had started his research, and it was now late at night, but the boy didn't give up on his goal, to take note of at least thirty people to execute. At a certain point, though, he heard his shinigami, Ryuk, chuckle while at the same time he also felt a weight suddenly fall on his shoulder: (Y/N) had fallen asleep, and her head had slipped against him, looking for something to lean on.
Light was sure his heart skipped a beat when he saw his beloved's beautiful face, as he mentally traced all her face's features, from the curve of her mouth, which he loved to kiss, to her closed eyelids, and silently promised himself to make her the goddess of the world he would create and become the god of.
However, he soon began to notice how her chair, which was on wheels, was moving away from him and his girlfriend would fall to the ground, hitting her head, if he didn't do something, so his body reacted before his mind could process and decide how to act: his arms quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her to sit on his lap, her head still resting on his shoulder. (Y/N) groaned in annoyance at the change in position and shifted a little, and Light feared she might wake up, but then he breathed a small sigh of relief when she calmed and stopped moving. Nevertheless, a light dusting of red immediately spread across his face (that made Ryuk laugh a lot, so he earned a dirty look from Light) as soon as she moved, clinging to him with her arms wrapped against his torso and her head in the crook of his neck.
After recovering from the insanely rapid beating of his heart, the boy squeezed his girlfriend gently to keep her from falling, and then went back to typing furiously on his computer keyboard to distract himself from thinking about the beautiful girl sleeping against him.
"Oh? What will your fans think if they know you're a softy for your girlfriend?"
"Shut up, Ryuk."
It was the dead of night in Japan.
All was quiet except for a medium-sized room in a Tokyo hotel, where the sound of a computer keyboard being pressed could be heard and a faint light coming from it through the window could be seen: L was still working.
"L?" The man was interrupted in his research on the Kira case by the voice he had grown to love, that of his girlfriend (Y/N).
"(Y/N)? What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping: you know, men should sleep about a third of the day, that's eight hours."
"But that means you also need eight hours of sleep... You've been there for hours, and it's the middle of the night; are you coming to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..."
"I'll be there in a few minutes, I'll finish my research."
"Then I'll stay here with you." After saying that, the woman grabbed a small armchair next to their bed and quietly dragged it to her boyfriend, and she curled up on it, absentmindedly looking at the computer screen with data she was too tired to read and commit to deciphering on it.
The rhythmic and regular noise of the keyboard and the presence of her boyfriend lulled (Y/N) into a deep sleep, so much her body slumped in the armchair and her head lolled a little until it rested on L's shoulder. And he, the greatest detective, the most analytical person in the world, who was literally never surprised, gasped and froze.
"Did you fall asleep?" Hearing no response, he turned his head a little, just enough to see her face, and he then blushed for the first time in his life: (Y/N) was what he could describe as the closest thing to an angel.
The man had to admit it wasn't a rational thought but, when he was with her, he always felt like all his rationality was canceled out and he was incapable of formulating a coherent thought. Was that the feeling of true love?
L was diverted from his thoughts by a warmth on his hand, which had unconsciously moved towards hers and squeezed it gently, and so he decided he had worked enough for that day: he rose from his crouch and, gently taking (Y/N) as a bride, he carried her to their bed, lying down next to her and falling asleep shortly after having taken one last sweet look at the gorgeous woman at his side.
you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clacking of L’s keyboard.
“you know what i wish?” you muse, watching the light coming off his computer brighten and darken as he flicks between screens.
“wishing is of little consequence,” he replies, almost automatically. “it won’t change the reality we live in.”
you ignore him. “ryuzaki, you want to know what i wish?”
he sighs, knowing you’ll persist anyway. “what do you wish, my love?”
“i wish that we were in a romance manga,” you tell him, clutching a pillow to your chest and letting your head hang off the side of the bed. “and you’d be just a detective and i’d be just me.”
he’s silent for a moment, taking in your words before he responds. “but i am a detective and you are you. where would this divulge from reality?”
“no one would die, because it’s a romance manga and it’s not that kind of story,” you say with a sigh. “the biggest mystery you’d be solving was how to ask me out and the only crime committed was how you’d stolen my heart—” he almost laughs at that part, “—and we could have a beach episode and montages of cute dates and a christmas special and—” you prattle on, excited merely over the prospect as you list off other fantasies.
ryuzaki listens as he works, used to this dreamy behavior from you (especially when you’re half asleep like this). your ramblings amuse him.
“i could take you to the beach,” he muses, eyes wandering in thought.
“hm?”
“watari owns several private islands,” he says, wheeling around in his chair to face you. “they’re used for different purposes, mostly as safe houses for emergencies. but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind us staying there on a long weekend.”
“are you being serious, ryuzaki?” you ask after a moment, clutching the edge of the mattress to keep yourself upright. your eyes are big and curious and hold a little ember of hope and giddiness.
“when am i not serious?” he mumbles in reply, clacking away on his keyboard but unable to hide a small smile.
you clap in delight, letting out a happy squeal. “oh my god! a private island retreat!”
“it’s nothing fancy,” he insists, turning back to his work, “so don’t go thinking this is some grand occasion.”
“ryuzaki, what about a private island isn’t fancy?!” you reply, clambering off the bed in a hurry. you whirl about the room, darting between the closet and nightstand and dresser. “i have to pack all my swimsuits and summer clothes and oh, my sandals! and my hats and sunglasses!”
“i didn’t say we were going now,” he chides, casting you an incredulous glance as he watches you flit about the room. your manic energy is endearing, if somewhat exasperating.
you straighten from where you’d been bent over the drawers, grinning and sweeping your hair from your eyes. “ah, you said a long weekend. there’s a holiday next week! if we leave in the next couple days, we can beat most of the travel congestion for the break.”
a small smile manages to overtake him at your spindle of logic. “so you’ve got it all worked out then?”
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you
“yes,” you reply indignantly, “now get watari on the phone and tell him i said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”
he huffs with a soft laugh, shaking his head. you aren’t demanding of much, but once you have your sights set on something there’s no stopping you. “very well, my love. i’ll call watari, but that ‘cherry on top’ you mentioned will be for me, accompanied by a significant amount of cake.”
“deal,” you grin, shooing at him to make the call.
summary *ೃ༄ he helps you through a particularly bad episode of depression.
tags *ೃ༄ mentions of depression, severe depressive episodes to the point of it being debilitating, reader is described to have curly hair
note *ೃ༄ reuploading all my old fics onto this acc is gonna take a while TvT
masterlist *ೃ༄
There were times when you weren’t alright. Times in which the nights felt better than days, the isolation of your apartment better than socializing with people & when the cold breeze felt better than the warm rays of sun on your skin. It wasn't that you preferred to feel so.. empty. No one truly wants that for themselves. But nonetheless, it was something you’d dealt with since your adolescence. You couldn't control it.. Or maybe you’d just given up. In a way, it’d become a comfort to you. A sort of warm blanket that was forcibly wrapped around you every few weeks.
You always knew when a specifically bad episode was about to happen.
You started off your day with a cup of coffee. Or, well, you would have if you hadn’t had trouble getting out of bed in the first place. You peeled the blanket off of your skin, exposing yourself to, what you felt, was the biting cold of your apartment. Trudging through your empty, dimly-lit apartment, you tiredly brushed your teeth and made yourself a cup of coffee afterwards. You didn’t even drink half of it before deciding to go back to bed. Maybe if you slept through it, it’d get better.
But you knew better than to lie to yourself.
It was 8 PM when you awoke to the sounds of the door opening. Your brows furrowed as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You hadn’t invited anyone over.. And you were the only one with a key to your apartment besides.. Oh. You got up from your bed and walked to where you heard the sounds of his presence. Leaning on the wall, you smiled a little as you gazed upon his hunched frame. He was still taller than you despite his posture, which he found to be amusing.
“Did you solve the case?” Your soothing voice ricocheted off the walls of your apartment. The soft sounds pleasing to his ears. He wasn’t an emotional man but he could admit that he missed you. Though.. You looked more tired than you usually did. He wondered why that was.
“Yes.. It was particularly easy unfortunately. Did I come at a bad time?” His calm tone brought you a sense of comfort. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him too.
“No, no.. I was just sleeping but,” you chuckled nervously as you yawned, “I’ve basically slept the whole day away, So..” His wide eyes narrowed at your seemingly worn-out figure. Were you not sleeping enough?
“Are you okay?” He was never the type to sugarcoat things.
But then again, neither were you. “No, ..I’m depressed.” You reluctantly admitted it but you knew he wouldn’t judge you. He dealt with it too.. Maybe that’s why you two worked so well together.
You didn’t know how — or when — he’d gotten so close, but you weren’t fighting it. In fact, you desperately wanted his warmth. The feeling of knowing that someone knew what you were going through and validated you was priceless. You appreciated him greatly, you just hoped he knew it too. L wrapped his arms around your neck in a comforting gesture, you inhaled the scent of lavender that he carried as you brought your arms up and hugged him back. Whenever you two hugged, it was never just a hug. It felt like nothing else mattered when he had his arms around you, in the same way, everything melted away whenever he had you in his arms. Though he could never express his feelings clearly, he knew that you would understand. You always did.
“Have you showered yet?” He asked you as he played with your frizzy curls. You hadn’t had the energy to shower in a week.. It was embarrassing and you felt guilty about it. But whenever you thought about showering, all you could do was sigh. It all felt like a huge chore to do. Especially with your curly hair, just thinking about the sectioning, the detangling, the creams, the diffusing.. Lord. You just didn't want to think about it. You didn’t want to lie to him — he would find out the truth anyway — so you shamefully nodded.
“That’s ok. I’ll start a warm bath for you.” L usually didn’t spend his time doing such trivial things, he was the World's Greatest Detective after all! He should be solving cases and serving justice, yet instead he was here. With you. Taking care of you.
You couldn’t be more grateful for him.
“..Thank you.” You meekly said as you looked up at him, his softened dark eyes gazing at you. He didn’t say anything else, just gave you a kiss on your forehead and told you to go get your towel while he started the bath.
The sound of your soft humming matched the quiet jazz that played in the background as you let L detangle your hair for you after he divided it into sections. He was familiar with the routine both because he had seen you do it multiple times and because he did his own research on it. Unsurprisingly, he was great at it. His pale fingers were meticulously gentle as they worked to get the tangles out of your hair.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He carefully asked as he unclipped another section of hair and began detangling it.
“No, you’re good.” You smiled to yourself as you felt him take his time combing through your curls. “You’re actually really good at this y’know.. Thank you.”
He smiled a little, “Your hair smells nice.”
“Yeah? It smells like you.” You played around with the water, your knees pressed up against your chest as he took care of you.
“I have a smell?” He snickered.
You watched as the water from your hands poured back into the body of water in the tub, “Yeah. Lavender.”
“Did you know that lavender soothes anxiety and depression?”
You chuckled, “I didn’t know that,” You turned to look at him, “Is that why you wear it?”
“Mmm.. No, it’s just a benefit.” He planted a kiss on your nose, you scrunched it in reaction to it before turning your back to him again.
“Either way, I like how it smells. It reminds me of you.” L smiled as he heard your words.
“Are you feeling better?”
You nodded lightly, “Now that you’re here, yeah.”
After shampooing and conditioning your hair, he helped you scrub your body to get you all clean. It was the first time he’d ever seen you naked, but it didn’t feel sexual at all. He didn’t make comments on your body or make you feel awkward in any way — in fact he made you feel seen.
And not at all in a bad way.
That was when you realized the difference between a man that respected you and a man that only saw you as an object. He loved you and he’d shown it many times, but he was still respectful of you — even after 2 years. Hell, he still asked if it was alright when he kissed you.
It was one of the things that you loved about him.
He wrapped your towel around you and helped you dry off. “These are the creams you use, right?” He asked as he took out two containers & a bottle of light-weight liquid gel.
“Yeah, this one, too.” You handed him the bottle of mousse and continued to dry yourself off. He took the lid off of the containers and began to work his magic after sectioning your hair off again to make sure that the product was evenly spread throughout your hair. His gentle hands wasted no time in getting themselves sticky with cream as he did your hair for you, maybe acts of service was one of his love languages?
You didn’t know, all you knew was that it was strangely domestic for the two of you to be doing this. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was a simple gesture, him helping you shower and do your hair.. It was simple. Maybe.. “..Why are you doing all of this for me?”
“..Does there need to be a reason?” He was rather quick with his response. But you knew that L never did anything without a reason, hardly any of his actions were without one. You decided to tell him so. “You’re telling me there wasn’t a reason..? You just wanted to help?” You sounded surprised. And rightly so.
Because L didn’t do trivial things like this, you noted again. L didn’t just visit his lover just to have to take care of them. L wouldn't go this far for his partner.
But.. “Is that unreasonable?” he asked you. “I empathize with your situation.. And you’re dear to me, I do not want to see you experience it by yourself.” ..Maybe he really did do trivial things like this.. Or maybe they weren’t so trivial to him in the first place.
“..Oh.” you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You never would have believed that he’d do this if he wasn’t behind you doing just that.
“Have you eaten?” He asked as the soft jazz played in the living room of your apartment, he decided to make a calm environment while he helped you bathe and figured it’d please you if you had music as background noise. He truly was a sweetheart, more than you initially gave him credit for.
“Not yet, I spent the whole day sleeping..” As if on cue, your stomach began to grumble. “Do you have anything you’re craving? I can tell Watari to bring something over.” He offered to you as his skilled hands carded through the last section and scrunched it up.
“I don’t want anything heavy so.. Can we get chocolate cheesecake?” You looked at your hair in the mirror, admiring his skills.
“Yes of course. Is that it?” He asked.
“Mhm.” you answered with a warm tone to your voice. Him doing all this for you didn’t cure you from your debilitating episode of depression, but it lifted your spirits. He got the hairdryer out of the cabinet you had it in after calling Watari and telling him to bring over some cheesecake. You handed him the diffuser attachment and he snapped it on. “It should be on medium heat,” You told him before sitting back on the lid of the toilet to make it easier for him to dry your hair.
It was nice having him care for you, you had to admit.
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After he had finished with your hair. The both of you indulged in that chocolate cheesecake you wanted, he had surprised you with macarons too since he knew how much you liked them. One of the things you two had in common was your sweet tooth, though his was stronger than yours. That’s why you accompanied your cheesecake with a cup of milk instead of a too-sweet coffee like he did.
Now, you laid in bed with him at your side. Your arm loosely splayed across his torso while he laid on his back with his arm under your neck, basically keeping you at his side. “..Thank you for coming today.” You told him softly, the moonlight seeping in through your window. “I really needed it..- no, you.”
“Why did you not ask me to come over sooner, ____?” he asked you. His black eyes gazed upon you with only warmth and care in them.
“..I didn’t want to bother you.” You almost whispered it, but it was true. You knew he was busy. And you knew you’d get better soon anyway by yourself so what was the harm? “Did you really want to know?”
“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “If you’re hurting, I would like to know. Even though I cannot take the pain away, I could be there for you.” L answered confidently. “You’re not a bother to me. I know that I am busy, but I can always make time for you.”
You swear you could almost tear up at what he was saying to you. He sounded so genuine.. It almost felt as if you would be insulting him to think that he wouldn’t want to know about your mental health. “I’ll try to let you know from now on, then..” You smiled into his white tee.
He planted a kiss on your forehead, his fingers grazing your cheeks. “Go to sleep, you need it.”
