I was wondering if you would do more writing for L. Would you write a NSFW with Dom!L including bondage?
βͺοΈ~ hello, @incivilminds <33 here is your request!! I have done you so dirty dawg like this is actually so oldβ¦ forgive me plsplsplsππππ also GODDAMN this is long as shit what
also yeah, i havenβt been writing a lot for L lately, my bad yβall π i will def be writing more death note soon
*οΌβΏβ nsfw ahead! fem!reader,ββΏοΌ*
It probably hadnβt even been a week since you had been captured, although it felt like it had been months. Vaguely, you recalled your wrists being wrenched behind your back mercilessly and a blindfold being tied roughly around your eyes. While you struggled vehemently against the chafing handcuffs that had been so harshly slapped around your wrists, someone, a man, had told you that you were under suspicion of being involved with Kira. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in a small, empty room, still unable to see or move with your body bound to a terribly uncomfortable metal board-like thing.
For a long time, you were scared out of your mind. For hours on end, youβd been interrogated by a garbled voice coming from somewhere in the room, and you hadnβt been able to give anyone any information. You were hardly allowed any bathroom breaks, and you were only given the bare minimum of food and water to keep you alive. However, despite the small amount of time youβd been captive, the situation you were in felt more hopeless every second. You were sleep-deprived, mentally drained from all the questions every hour of every day, your body was aching like hell from the position youβd been in for what seemed like ages, and you were always thirsty or hungry. On a number of occasions youβd fainted, only realizing it when you were awoken by a stern voice from some audio device in the room.
When you heard the familiar click of the microphone in the room, you had just begun to drift off again- sleeping was really all you could to in this predicament, and you werenβt really getting much of that either- it was hard to do so when you were literally tied to a board at 90 degrees and being watched every single second. And you already knew whoever had you captive now was tired of you asking to go to the bathroom every two seconds.
The stoic but demanding tone of whoever was speaking was something you were used to by now- but realizing that you were probably about to be interrogated ruthlessly again by this mechanical voice was almost too much, especially alongside being deprived of most of your senses for so long like this. You couldnβt find it in yourself to respond, instead barely lifting your head from its loll on your chest.
βGood. Youβre up. Now, tell me what you know about Kira.β
This again. You could almost feel your sanity slipping through your fingers.
You replied with an inaudible murmur, not even really knowing what you were saying yourself.
βSpeak up. I canβt hear you.β
This time, you didnβt respond, and dropped your head again, an overwhelming sleepiness suddenly coming over you. Today, you just werenβt up for it- you couldnβt care less what anyone did to you.
There was an unexpected silence for a few seconds- youβd expected the voice to resume its distorted badgering the second you failed to reply. But when the voice sounded again, its tone wasnβt as stony as it had been previously.
βYou seem tired. How are you doing?β
Before you could stop it, a dull, bitter laugh burst from your throat. βHow am I doing?β Your voice was raspy from lack of hydration and to speak by itself hurt your throat. βDonβt patronize me.β
More silence. For a second youβd thought maybe youβd made the voice mad, but what it said next surprised you. βWatari. Get the girl some water.β
Next thing you knew, there was shuffling beside you, and then a hard object at your lips. You could feel the cold air from it flowing on your skin, and then Watari tilted the cup towards your lips, signaling you to drink. However, you kept your lips tightly shut- you didnβt want to accept any formalities from whoever was behind this.
Watari tried again, but this time you moved your head out of the way quite violently, feeling your hair dip into the water before your head hit the side of the cup, knocking it from Watariβs hand and spilling the cold liquid all over your body. It brought you a little pleasure to know that you were being an inconvenience, and now there was a mess to clean up. Besides that, now you might be allowed clean clothes.
Silence from Watari. You wondered if youβd made him mad.
βRyuzaki, the girl doesnβt seem to be cooperating.β
You were a little surprised by Watariβs voice. Youβd thought he was a man on the younger side, but instead he sounded rather elderly. You shuddered to yourself.
βYes, I can see that,β came the tiny little voice through the speakers. It sounded like his or her teeth were clenched.
Ryuzaki. So that was your captorβs name. Even if you did get punished for your difficult behavior, at least youβd come away with a little victory.
βFeel free to depart, Watari,β Ryuzaki spoke again, the crackle of the feedback echoing through the room. βIβm going to come down there myself.β
He was coming down? You werenβt sure if you were anxious or eager. Perhaps heβd finally finish you off.
βRyuzaki, are you sure?β Watari questioned.
βShe canβt see me,β Ryuzaki replied coolly. βItβll be fine. By this point, she needs a change of clothes, anyway- the water in fact contained a light dose of a chemical that would make the girlβs mind a little weaker and relax some of her tension, perhaps draw the truth out of her- and I canβt have it spilled on her clothes like it is now.β
Chemical? Draw the truth out of you? Any regrets about rejecting the water drained from your mind the instant Ryuzaki said that. Another tiny victory.
βGo ahead, Watari. Iβll be down shortly.β
Watari complied, and soon you heard footsteps depart from you and eventually vanish.
It was a little while before you heard anyone else again, and you waited anxiously, back aching against the cold, stiff board. Was he going to kill you? Or were you just in for more interrogation? At this point, youβd much rather Ryuzaki just end your misery. Even one more question and youβd go mad.
Despite your rising anxiety, you couldnβt ignore the pull of sleep weighing down your eyelids and blurring your vision. It had been ages since youβd slept properly, and even the small intervals of sleep you managed to get were constantly disrupted by the crackly voice over the intercom waking you up to ask you the same set of questions. Because of this, while waiting for Ryuzaki, you actually began to drift off- but just as you were about to really fall asleep, you heard footsteps echoing throughout the room.
The sound snapped you back to alertness, making you jolt. The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer, and then they stopped right in front of you. You froze, body completely stiff- Ryuzaki had arrived. However, he didnβt speak, which only made you more nervous.
After a few agonizing minutes, you at last heard a voice, allowing you to relax a bit- but it wasnβt much. However, the voice did surprise you- it was a young man, much unlike the crackly sound youβd been hearing for the time that youβd been here. There was a raspy edge to it as well- you could say confidently that it certainly wasnβt an ugly voice. In fact, it was sort of comforting in a twisted manner- it would have been worse if it was an old man watching you this entire time.
βMr. Matsuda, Aizawa,β Ryuzaki commanded, βturn off the cameras and the audio.β
The two men Ryuzaki had addressed seemed to have a similar reaction as yours. βHuh? L- I mean, Ryuzaki, thatβs nuts! This is an interrogation!β came a protesting voice rather loudly through the microphone, the feedback making you flinch. It sounded like a much younger manβs voice, younger than Ryuzaki.
There was a brief pause before another, more mature-sounding voice came through the speaker. βYeah- Ryuzaki, we trust you, but is that something you really want to do?β
βI want to talk to our suspect alone.β Ryuzaki continued calmly, unfazed by either of the menβs protests. βMatsuda, please turn off the camera and the audio.β
This couldnβt be good at all. Now you were almost certain Ryuzaki was going to kill you. Why else would he want the audio and video off? He couldnβt possibly be letting you go.
Matsuda sighed. βOkay, Ryuzaki, if you say so.β There was a click, soon followed by a second one, and the feedback finally silenced.
You let out an involuntary whimper through your gag. Now you were really alone, and with the blindfold you only had your fate to ponder. Was this it?
You felt Ryuzaki move closer to you, and you bit down on your gag, anticipating his next move- but to your surprise, you felt slender fingers grasp your blindfold and undo it, the metal headpiece falling from your face.
Instantly, you were blinded by the light, and a series of shapes and light exploded in front of your eyes. Flinching, you automatically shut your eyes again, completely overwhelmed with sensory input given youβd been blindfolded for days on end with no break whatsoever. You didnβt even get to see your captorβs face. However, you still felt when he removed the dirty gag from your mouth, the foul taste of the rag damp with your saliva finally leaving.
You couldnβt help the giant gulp of air you took right after Ryuzaki removed the gag, having had a lot of your airway obstructed for almost a week. For quite a while, you just coughed and gasped, making up for lost breath while Ryuzaki simply stood a short distance in front of you and watched.
When your coughing spell finally ceased and you were able to see for the most part, you at last slowly lifted your head from its loll on your chest- coming face to face with your captor at last. And to say the least, you were rather caught off guard.
He was fairly tall, a height you would expect for a man about the age he looked, but that was about the only thing conventional about him. Youβd thought it would be a more refined man, polished and cold and calculating, like the head of an organized crime group. However, you were instead met with a pale face with wide, sunken-in gray eyes, a pallor over his entire body and his black hair wildly arranged all over his head. Along with that, he had on a mere white T-shirt and baggy jeans- and no shoes!- rather than the more debonair attire youβd expected him to wear. Pretty much everything about the man was in contrast to what you had thought him to be, and you couldnβt suppress the shocked expression that came across your face.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you upon seeing your expression. βSurprised?β
You said nothing, instead recoiling back against the metal board. No matter what he looked like, this was still your kidnapper who had held you hostage for five days.
βNo need to look so nervous.β Ryuzaki shrugged nonchalantly. It was as if heβd done this a million times. βIβm not down here to harm you.β
βYou arenβt?β It just popped out. You didnβt know you remembered how to speak words other than the same mantra of βYes,β βNo,β or βI donβt knowβ in reply to Ryuzakiβs endless interrogation questions.
βYour enunciation is surprisingly good for someone whoβs had a gag in their mouth for the past several days,β Ryuzaki remarked casually, his eyes drifting from yours down to your lips. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly circled the metal board you were bound to, inspecting you closely. Revolted, you shrank against the metal as much as possible, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.
Finally, Ryuzaki came back around in front of you. βYour tense body language would suggest that youβre rather wary of me.β He paused, inching closer to you still. βIβm not surprised.β
βNo shit,β you managed, giving the detective the most beseeching glare you could.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you. βWell, itβs nice to see you still have at least a bit of fight in you, hm?β Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face directly up to yours, his wide gray eyes burning into yours and startling you. You recoiled as much as possible, but found yourself unable to break away from his gaze. βNow, tell me- what? Do you know? About Kira.β His voice was just a low hiss, and you felt your heart pound in your chest and your breath speed up. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you retorted, βI told you already- I donβt know anything.β
Ryuzaki pulled back after hearing those words, his expression going back to itβs normal stoic self. He didnβt say anything for a moment.
βAlright. Since you donβt seem to be cooperating, I suppose Iβll have to take on another tactic to get you to talk.β Ryuzaki turned away and vanished around a corner for a moment, and for a brief moment you felt scared that he was going to pull out something like a knife or a taser to torture information out of you. But when the detective reappeared, he had something you definitely werenβt expecting him to come out with.
βA vibrator?β you sputtered, unable to contain your disbelief. Ryuzaki didnβt seem rattled by your outburst at all, only fiddling with the device in his hand before looking back up to address you.
βI assume you were expecting me to emerge with someβ¦ torture device of some sort. But when it comes to these things, I find pleasure is a much more effective method of interrogation,β Ryuzaki explained, approaching you with the vibrator. βSince you wonβt talk, Iβll just have to make you. Now, stay still for me so I can get these clothes out of the way.β Ryuzaki kneeled to the ground and picked up a knife, making you jump, but he addressed you again. βDonβt worry. I just need to take off your clothes without undoing your restraints.β
This helped your nerves a little bit, but not really. Still, you figured it wouldnβt be a good idea to fight him while he had the knife so close to your skin. Ryuzaki held you around the waist with one hand to keep your body still while he dragged the knife down the raggedy white garment you had on, slicing the cloth in half and allowing it to fall from your body effortlessly. You flinched when you felt the cold air hit your skin, but as your body was exposed, you noticed something odd.
βAh. Judging by the look on your face, I assume youβve noticed that youβre a littleβ¦ messy between the legs.β
You looked up at Ryuzaki abruptly. You were indeed unusually wet, despite hardly being aroused- although even when you were you normally werenβt this wet. βWhat did you do?β
Ryuzakiβs tone was indifferent, as always. βI had a feeling that when I gave you the chemical in the drink that you spilled that you would resist. However, I was prepared. When you were asleep earlier today, I managed to give you the aphrodisiac anyway.β He paused for a second. βHoweverβ¦ I think I may have given you slightly more than what was needed to stimulate your erogenous zones, so forgive me.β Ryuzaki bent back down so he was on his knees on the ground with his head level with your crotch. βIβll ask you one more time, Y/N, before I touch you. What do you know about Kira?β
You bit your lip, legs squirming a bit, but didnβt reply. Ryuzaki waited for your reply, but when he saw that you werenβt going to offer him anything, he turned the vibrator in his hand on and brought it to your exposed clit, making you let out a whimper and try and close your legs.
βAh, ah, ah- no use in struggling. Your legs are bound, remember?β Ryuzaki reminded you airily, circling the vibrator around your clit lightly. The pleasure making your knees weak made you almost glad that you were leaned against the metal board- his aphrodisiac had been very effective, apparently, because even though Ryuzaki was being quite gentle you were already wriggling and moaning.
βThis vibrator does have higher settings, you know,β Ryuzaki informed you. βAnd I must want you, I can do this all day.β He had the ghost of a smile on his face when he said this, and you knew he wasnβt bluffing. As if to make a point, he hit a button on the vibrator, and you instantly felt when the vibrations increased, your breath hitching as your back arched. βThereβs no point in denying that you know anything about Kira, so why donβt you just skip the hassle and tell me what you know?β
You found it difficult to respond with the sensation from the vibrator taking over your senses, but you still managed to say something. βHe- isnβt from Japan. He lives in- ah!β
Ryuzaki pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit, cutting you off mid-sentence. βDonβt bother lying. I conducted an experiment aged ago that verified that Kira is in fact Japanese. Try again. And it would be appreciated if you didnβt lie this time.β
Your breathing was heavy and your body flushed, your juices spilling out onto the tips of Ryuzakiβs fingers. God, you wished he hadnβt drugged you, because the pleasure was already almost overwhelming. βFuck- fine, he is Japanese.β
His tone was hard. βDidnβt I just tell you that I know that already? Why donβt you share with me identifying details about his identity. Try his age, appearance, birthday, or the school he goes to. Are you not a high school senior? Have you noticed anybody that stands out in particular?β
You scoffed. βWhy would Kira be in high school? What high school kid has time to commit mass murders like this?β
Wrong answer. Ryuzaki turned up the vibrator higher still and dragged it down your dripping slit until it was positioned at your hole. Slowly, he slid the top of the vibrator inside of you with a very wet sound and began pumping it agonizingly slowly, up and down.
You felt your legs immediately begin to tremble, feeling your own arousal slide down your thighs. With every thrust of the vibrator you let out a whimper, squirming like crazy but unable to escape as Ryuzaki placed one hand on your thigh to still you a bit. Your whole lower body throbbed with arousal and pleasure.
βAh- please, Ryuzaki-β
βPlease? Please, what?β Ryuzaki queried, seemingly not affected at all by how needy you clearly were. βDo you want to orgasm? Is that what it is, Y/N?β
You whimpered and nodded, still squirming and moaning with the vibrator moving inside you. Ryuzaki kept his pace slow and steady, making sure to drag it out as much as possible. You didnβt know how this could feel so amazing and yet awful at the same time, your peak just within reach but escaping every time you were close enough. And you knew that Ryuzaki knew this.
βIβll let you come all youβd like if you just give me the information I want to know,β Ryuzaki told you plainly. βIβm listening.β
You didnβt want to give Ryuzaki the satisfaction, but god, did the vibrator feel absolutely amazing going in and out of your soaking hole like this- and the aphrodisiac just made you more needy.
βOhβ¦ oh, fuck, mmm, okay- please, Ryuzaki, stop moving the-β
βOh, is the pleasure too much for you? You are indeed very wetβ¦β Ryuzaki finally paused his movements with the vibrator, and despite the ache you felt in your entrance for more, you were finally able to answer Ryuzaki properly for the most part.
You let out a shaky breath, legs shaking. βI donβt know his first name, but his last name is Yagami. Weβre the top students in our class, and one day when we were studying together he told me he was Kira.β
Ryuzaki paused for a moment. βHm. You donβt seem to be lying this time.β He peered up at your flushed, glistening face before looking back down at the vibrator moist with your juices. Muttering to himself, he said, βHm, I was right- I did dose you with too much of the aphrodisiacβ¦β Regardless, he slipped the vibrator back inside of you, making you let out a broken moan as he pumped it in and out. βGood girl. Now answer one more question for me.β
You were trembling again, your walls squeezing around the vibrator. Your thighs were wet and sticky now as you nodded, trying to stifle the lewd sounds leaving your lips.
βAlright. How does Kira kill?β
This question made your heart skip a beat- revealing the answer, depending on what Ryuzaki did with it, could be very incriminating and have major implications for mankind as a whole. You hesitated, and Ryuzaki noticed, stopping the movements of the vibrator yet again.
βGo on,β Ryuzaki prompted, waiting expectantly. The vibrator was just centimeters away from your throbbing sex, and you could hear the vibration from beneath you.
Shit. Were you really so desperate that youβd give away something like this?
Apparently so. You wanted to blame it on the aphrodisiac, but you knew you couldnβt do that this time.
βYouβ¦ wonβt believe me, butβ¦ thereβs something called a Death Note. Whenever you write someoneβs name in it, that person dies. I donβt really know all the details, butβ¦ thatβs how he kills.β
Ryuzaki seemed actually startled by this information, but he didnβt question it, so he knew you werenβt lying. He quickly covered up his surprise with his usual mask of indifference, waiting a few moments before speaking again.
βOh. Alright, then. Iβll have to retrieve more details later, but for now that will suffice. You seem to have given me all the information you have.β
You didnβt reply, but your back was arched, your pelvis close to Lβs head.
Ryuzaki looked back up all of a sudden. βOh. Right. I suppose itβs only fair of me to let you orgasm.β
You were relieved, as the ache in your pussy was becoming too much to bear. To your surprise, though, Ryuzaki turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground beside him. But before you could be confused about it, he leaned straight down to your sex, the tip of his nose resting just above it, and began to slide his warm tongue along your clit, stopping in between licks to plant sucking kisses along your dripping cunt.
Your legs weakened instantly, and you rode Ryuzakiβs tongue as best as you could strapped to the metal board. The heat and wetness from his mouth felt better than you could have ever imagined, and as you approached your climax, your moans faded into whimpers and broken whines of Ryuzakiβs name. He wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked it slowly, gently, and slipped two slender fingers inside of your sopping hole as well, pumping them back and forth like he did the vibrator.
You came mere minutes later, legs quivering violently and breathing heavily. With a moan of Ryuzakiβs name, you finished in his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips and running down his chin as he peered up at you through his unkempt black hair. He licked all of your cum off of your thighs, running his tongue up and down the length of your thighs and making you shiver at the feeling.
When Ryuzaki was done, he pulled away from your aching and overstimulated cunt before getting back to his feet with the vibrator in hand while you were still trying to catch your breath and still your trembling thighs.
Before you could react, the detective leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You shuddered as you felt your own cum slide down your chin, and Ryuzaki pulled away. βI appreciate you giving me this information. Watari will be down to provide you with a new garment shortly. It may be a while longer before I allow you to leave, but this will be quite helpful.β
And with that, he was gone before you could even answer.
