honestly L with a criminologist reader would be so cute bc they could info dump for hours and call it a date :3
Aahhh notifications didn't alert me to this ask? Apologies to this friend.
Anyways, I think it would be adorable. They would definitely bounce ideas off each other and the hyper-fixation do indeed go brr. The only thing I'm worried about is, if you are at all competitive, this will surely turn into a sport. One you might find yourself souring to, when he solves a lot of cases with little information.
Or, and I imagine it's the case of you're dating L, reader may have a thing for intelligence. Which is a win, but just make sure you don't get distracted enough that no actual work gets done!
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I am very fond of the idea that girl L would look and be basically the same and act basically the same... she dgaf about gender roles or any of that shit she does what she wants‼️
girl light was harder to imagine... i imagine a bright young woman getting crushed by the weight of social expectations so rather than becoming a brilliant NPA member, her bachelor collects dust while she fulfills her duties as a perfect housewife.. then finds that damn deathnote ^_^
(she will have a category 5 melt down and cheat on her husband with L because this is my imagination and I get to self indugle!!!!) 😁
she's pregnant because... idk i just realized I never drew a pregnant woman before
(This is abt the manga yotsuba arc light and L dynamic, and how L used to be portrayed fandom-wise, not about any current day fandom prespectives)
Ik i shouldnt feel this way because everyone should be able to write whatever they want and depictions are up to people but it makes me confused when people portray Light as an abuser to L in lawlight ship stories
going by canon text, L was horrifically abusive to Light to such a genuinely comedic degree that its genuinely mind boggling to see someone try to flip their dynamic 😭 that guy is CRUEL and he just so unabashed about it which is the main thing that draws me to him-- hes a bad person and its fun to watch him!
is it because the anime portrays him as this uwu depressed sad guy who just wants to be light's friend or what?
every day i sit and i stand and i sit and i stand and i condense my matter into a small volume then i stand and pop all of my vertebrae back into place. and i know the most unrealistic part of L’s character is that he’s doing the same shit as me. because no bisexual sitting 5’10 fucker is gonna sit w their knees equal level w their head and NOT HAVE. the MOST. EXCRUCIATINGGGG BACK PAIN. i’ve sat in a handful of the most uncomfortable desk setups known to man and only one of them was a wooden chair. this MOTHERFUCKER sits on the FLOOOOR. SOMETIMES IN A CHAIR WHEN ITS SERIOUS!!! and i’ve come to terms w the fact that one day one of my vertebrae are gonna crumble like ash and ill lose abt 2 inches of height like my mom did. maybe L would have done the same had he lived past his twenties. but i’ll be DAMNED if Old L wasn’t curled at a 120 degree angle by age 35 like don’t play. nobody sits like that and doesn’t squeak like an accordian whenever they stand up.
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warnings. L/fem!reader who’s a detective, piv, missionary, NSFW 18+ MDNI.
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“I’m a little surprised by your reactions tonight. You’re usually so collected during our investigations, Detective.”
Your eyes squinted, peering up to study your superior’s face for any signs of chiding, but despite your suspicion - L’s tone seemed to be one of genuine curiosity.
You gritted your teeth. For such a smart man, his unexpected naivety when it came to sins of the flesh truly shocked you sometimes.
You swallowed, throat suddenly dry.
“Yeah, well stuffing your cock inside me like this usually isn’t a prerequisite for an investigation.” You breathed, voice a pitch higher than usual.
Your words came out shaky and weak between the little sounds each achingly slow drag of his hips drew from you.
“Hm.” L hummed, and you could all but see the cogs of his mind turning as he considered your words.
His dark eyes were locked onto your face where you were pressed into the mattress below him - your black police issue slacks long discarded, white button up splayed open, bra tugged limply up, resting beneath your collarbones to expose your bare breasts to him.
Despite the frankly obscene sight you were sure your body was painting below - his eyes had hardly left your face.
L seemed entirely focussed on tracking and cataloging each little contorted micro expression, each puff of air huffed out from between your bitten lips, each choked swallow hiding a moan, every lone twitch of your furrowed brows, every little movement of your eyes, softened and glassy as you tried to keep them from rolling back into your skull.
Without warning the steady rhythm he had set changed. Slow, shallow thrusts interrupted as he angled his hips, and suddenly each pump was longer, deeper - zeroed in on that sweet little spot inside that had you clawing at the freshly laundered sheets.
The resulting affect was immediate. Your jaw dropped open, slack with the sudden overwhelming throbs of pleasure searing down your limbs. Your eyes rolled back behind eyelids already fluttered closed.
Your hand flew to your face, slapped hard over your mouth to cover the tail end of an unexpected, spineless cry that escaped your throat.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t cover your face during this. Please look at me, Detective.”
His voice was deep and flat when it curled over your ears, the raw sound only stoking the blazing fire in your belly until you thought it might burn you alive.
You managed to wink an eye open enough to find that L was still peering at you with that black, devouring gaze. The only indication that he felt any of what he was doing to you was the subtle wash of pink dusted over his pale cheeks.
“I want to hear you.” He stated plainly.
Your fingers bit into the mattress below you, jostled lightly with each roll of his hips.
“It’s embarras-…-haaaa….” You tried, words trailing off into a feeble moan when you felt his hand slip between your parted thighs.
Slender fingers splayed over your fevered skin, above where he was pumping into you. His thumb eased down into your slick heat to draw slow, wide circles over your clit.
“It’s embarrassing?…” He echoed, finishing your sentence for you, tone one of mild intrigue.
wait its fucking loredropped by mello in the second to last page or something of another note that world war 3 happened in deathnote universe, when L was a kid. What. im. sorry? how was this never elaborated on?
