#oph.quickies

broooooo imagining him on top of you in a dark room, you can barely see so you’re relying completely on feeling and he’s huffing right into your ear little sighs and whimpers.

his arms are shaking, elbows bucking as he holds his weight up and gets exercise for the first time in weeks. he’s exhausted, sweaty and a little thirsty but your hushed moans and the feel of your legs wrapped around his waist keeps him going.

he’s panting, probably embarrassingly like a dog and he would care about it, but holy shit the way you feel around him is occupying all his mind space. he pumps into you again, with a stupid little choked noise and your fingers tighten around his arms.

his thrusts are more of tight shoves, he only ever gets about an inch or so out before he’s diving back in with a gasp.

then as he’s getting closer and you’re both getting hotter and hotter, his lips are right on your ear and his cheek against yours when he cries out a high pitched “Fuck!”

his hips rock like a ship in unruly waves, his hair sticks to his forehead and his entire body shivers as he cums inside you. your stoic boyfriend murmurs a few more cuss words as he comes down from his high. he’ll probably feel pathetic tomorrow but right now, with your legs pulling his hardening cock back in and your eager grin, L can’t find it in him to care.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hold. Still.”

L has a firm tone but underneath that, he’s enjoying himself far too much. Seeing you squirm and whine pathetically on the cold marble lit a blaze inside of him.

Your body quivers uncontrollably and you huff. His right hand has been holding yours together on your back, the long fingers perfect for makeshift handcuffs as his left holds your thigh apart from the other. His grip tightens as he pushes your thighs apart farther and watches webs of arousal break.

“Wow, Y/n. You’re incredibly wet.”

If you weren’t already blushing, you certainly were now. In fact, it felt like all the blood in your body rushed to your head to heat your cheeks, making you slightly dizzy.

“Yeah, no shit.” You roll your eyes and pretend you have power. It feels nice to live in delusion, doesn’t it?

If you could see the amused look L gives your shaking body, you’d fold immediately.

“Be nice, Y/n. I just want to examine you.” He sounds like a perverted doctor and you could dwell on that, but the feeling of your panties moving farther down your thighs distracts you.

The ticklish sensation of his fingers gently gliding up the back of your legs and meeting the curve right under your ass makes you shiver. You don’t even realize your hands are released until his hand joins the other in hoisting your ass up higher onto the counter.

They spread your cheeks apart and excite a gasp from both of you when a thumb brushes your slick hole by accident. Your hands immediately find the edge of the counter closest to your face and your knuckles turn white squeezing in excitement.

You feel his head move closer to your exposed body and squeeze your eyes shut, mumbling thanks to whatever divine power handed you this moment.

His hot breath coasts over your wetness and your pussy clenches around nothing. “Gorgeous. Did you know, in my research i’ve found there is a particularly sensitive spot inside the vagina? Let me see if I can find it…”

His thumbs hold up your cheeks as his fingers prod your labia and spread them before one, you think it’s his right forefinger but you’re too focused on anticipation to care, carefully slides inside you.

Your reaction was immediate. Your body tensed and jumped and you choked on a groan as he pushes it further, stopping when he hears a particularly loud gasp.

“Ah, it seems i’ve found it,” As he experimentally toys with it and drags moans from you, he speaks like he’s deciding what sparkling water flavor he’d prefer for brunch. “Interesting, not only are you very vocal with your feedback, your body is as well. One might think there was an earthquake happening in here from how much your poor body is shaking.”

You squeal as a finger finds your clit and begins rubbing against it curiously, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy would embarrass you if you had dignity enough to care.

“Let’s see, perhaps I could cause you to experience an orgasm.”

a/n; kinda falling in love with the idea of pathetically desiring gojo, even if you’re only friends. take this and cry with me 💞

"Kiss me."

"What?" You turn to the white-haired man at your side and look at him like he's crazy.

"She's looking, do it now!" Gojo dips his head down, grabs your waist with his left hand and pulls you in.

Your already hazed over mind grows fuzzier, there's a moment before you realize he's not going to kiss you first. He's waiting for you to, or maybe wanting to make sure he's got your consent. To avoid looking foolish or stuttering something dumb, and also because you really fucking wanted to, you grasped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his.

He tastes like liquor and mint gum and you can smell his fine cologne now. All your senses are on ecstasy as your hands travel higher and grip his hair. You pull away for a breath and dive back in immediately, slotting your slanted lips against his again excitedly. Your back arches as his hand presses you into him more, a whimper ghosts into his mouth despite your efforts.

You feel like fire, his hands igniting the blaze as they journey across your goose-bump covered body. It dances from each limb, burning up and down your back and thighs and making your hair go up in flames when his large hand fists it and kisses you with more passion than you'd ever been kissed with before. Your knees shake and almost buckle, you have to hold yourself back from completely succumbing to this outrageous man in your arms.

When he finally pulls away, your lips quiver, red and kiss-bitten and itching to beg for another. His smirk takes over his face as his eyes drag over your submissive expression, landing on your o-shaped mouth.

Then they fly away to your right, where you're reminded by the sound of frustrated gossiping that you were only kissed for her. So she would get jealous.

Your heart longs to ache but you refuse to let it. You don't mind, you really don't care at all. He's just your colleague. Your extremely hot, flirtatious, beautiful colleague who just kissed you like you held the secret to life.

"She totally bought it. Did you see her face? She misses me." Gojo looks fine, completely put together like he always annoyingly is. Arrogant, confident and totally not ever going to return your feelings.

You really didn't see her face, too busy focused on his and going through the realization that no matter how deep down you try to shove your feelings, you were hopelessly in love with him.

Nonetheless, you laugh airlessly and smile like all he is to you is a friend.

"Of course she misses you, Satoru. You're every woman's wet dream." You say with sarcasm in your voice.

He looks at you funny like he just realized something, his hand dropping from where it was left forgotten at your waist.

"What?" You ask with a faux smile and a slight tilt of your head.

Gojo just shakes his head.

"Nothing, nothing. You know, you're a pretty good kisser," He says with a grin and turns away, "I'll get us more drinks, be right back."

You nod and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, quickly stuffing away your painful feelings when an attractive brunette strikes up a conversation with you, complimenting you on your choice of shoes. Gojo looks at you behind his shoulder, watching as you mingle with another and feels an unfamiliar feeling of uneasiness rise in his chest.

You look so pretty standing there, swaying softly with those hips he finally got the chance to feel and giggling with those crimson lips he finally got the chance to love up-close. If only you felt the same, if only. Then he wouldn't have to come up with excuses to kiss you, he just would.

The heat was clearly being generated from your core, where your fuck buddy sat with a cocky grin.

“Feel good?” Gojo asked with a tilt of his head.

“Oh, shut up…” You murmur out, turning your head to the side and squeezing your eyes shut.

Despite your attitude, he waited for your approval to move. At your nod, he slowly drags himself back and thrusts forward. You feel him in your throat.

“You know how pretty you look right now?” His smooth talking pulls a soft smile on your lips to match his. You ignore his flirting despite how nice it sounds.

“I feel so hot, all over.” You peek your eyes open to find his gentle expression directed at you. Even with his painfully hard erection inside you, the amount of patience and love he has for you makes you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Well, you are pretty hot. I’d even say you’re the most beautiful girl on earth.”

You make a face and scrunch your nose up. His hips pull back and push forward with ease, aided by your infinite slick coating him as you banter back and forth.

“And I painted the Mona Lisa.” You retort pathetically, nearly interrupted by your lungs choking on pleasure.

“Did you now?” Satoru’s face comes closer to yours, his warm breath washing over your face as he speaks, “I wasn’t aware my girl paints.”

My girl.

Somehow he knew just what to say, just the right words to make you giggle and twirl your hair in the near future about. But right now, you try to remain nonchalant.

“Your girl does a lot you aren’t aware about.” Your eyes are slitted teasingly, not giving way to your heart’s erratic beating.

But he knows, because Gojo just knows everything somehow. You can see it in his face, he knows exactly how he makes you feel. You’ve almost forgotten about his thick cock inside you until he thrusts again and takes away your coherency.

“I know everything my girl does. I also know when she thinks she’s being sly enough to cover up her feelings.”

You scoff and look away from his intense eyes.

“At least I can admit my feelings.”

“Is that so? How come you aren’t my girlfriend yet then?”

Before you can reply, his cock is erasing any thought you ever had with deep thrusts. Not like you knew how to reply anyway and Gojo was too nervous to hear whatever you might’ve.

L Quickies:

NSFW

- How he kept his hair downstairs.

- Messy/Rough sex with him.

- L making you suck on his thumb

- How he eats pussy

- L fingering you while he’s working

- Giving L sloppy head HC

- Reasons L likes sex positions where he can see your face

- Pervert!L headcannons part 1

- Pervert!L headcannons part 2

- Riding L

- MGS with slight pervert!L

- Foodplay syrup headcannons

- L using chocolate syrup on your body during sex

- How L’s body reacts to an orgasm

- L makes you squirt for the first time

- L and Light helping you with sexual frustration

- L bending you over and experimentally fingering you from the back

- Light walking in on L eating reader out and watching

- L defending reader from Light being a dick to her

- L bending you over and “researching” your body from the back

- L fingerfucking ftm!reader

- L being unable to concentrate and jerking off to the thought of you

- Using flavored lube with L

- Giving L a blowjob after he had a long day

- L getting jealous and making sure you know who you belong to

- Semi-Public bathroom sex with L, almost getting caught/getting caught

- Dom-ish afab!reader riding L

- Voyeur!L Lawliet masturbating to reader getting naked, a part two to L watching reader smoke and dance in her room ↓

- L saying fuck during a fuck lol

- How L explicitly worships and eats out reader

- L eating reader out after she teases him in a swimsuit

- Fucking L for the first time (and seeing his HUGE dick)

- L’s jealousy headcannons

- Teasing L in a a Halloween Costume

- Freaky L hcs!!

SFW

- How hugs with L would feel

- Sitting in his lap while he works cause you miss him

- Nervous reader thinking you guys should break up but he reassures/comforts you

- Chocolate Headcannons

- First time he silently tells you he loves you

- Sitting together on a cold day and sharing a first kiss

- L learning how to use a smartphone camera by taking your picture

- L touching a curly haired readers hair for the first time

- Sharing a childhood snack with L and Light

- L being jealous of Light flirting with you

- L confessing to fellow detective reader he has feelings for her while they’re chained together

- Reader naming all the reasons she finds L beautiful to reassure him

- L comforting and caring for reader while she’s on her period

- L watching reader smoke and dance to music late at night as he observes the Yagami family

- Non-binary!reader coming out and L helping you be comfortable in your skin

- L with a crush on fellow detective reader, they share his first kiss

- Misa putting L’s hair up in pigtails to L’s dismay (delight)

- L comforts reader who is stressed and hurt

- L on a weed gummy!!

- L neglects the relationship while planning for something, unbeknownst to you, and you confront him (hurt/no comfort breakup!!)

- L celebrating the reader's mother's birthday with them since they can't be w their family.

- Sexually Frustrated: L doesn’t pay you enough attention but he puts his skillful mouth to good use to make up for it.

- Sex Relief: L keeps his word and stays attentive to his partners feelings and sex drive, getting a blow job and some bomb sex out of it.

- Strip Club Surprise: L meets a friend of Misa’s who works in entertainment and looses his v-card

"What?"

"..."

For a second, you thought L would stay silent and keep looking at you with those painfully hopeful eyes he only gives to you.

"I like the way you look."

You look back at him. The room is illuminated by the monitors, the only sounds are the computers fighting overheating and Light's shallow breathing in his sleep. It's comfortable and familiar, the smell of laundry detergent and the sweet aroma of spongy cake sits light in the air.

L has his thumb childishly stuffed between his pink lips, his big eyes trained on you and seemingly seeing way too deep inside your soul for your preference.

You snort and shake your head in a lame attempt to dismiss the flush creeping up your neck. "You have a weird way of talking, Ryuzaki. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"In some variation, yes." His hair falls just barely to the right as he tilts his head, you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't paying such close attention to him through your peripheral. You ignore that mental revelation.

"...Did you mean it?"

His chair scraps on the ground as he scoots closer to you.

"What reason do I have to lie?"

"I dunno... you're the smarter one here, you always have some fucking motive or something." You mumble the last few words and shrug, dropping your eyes to his hands that line up and assemble gummy bears in an apparently random order.

"You discount your own investigative abilities. You're quite the detective, Miss Y/n." L pushes with praise evident in his tone.

You're doing a poor job at hiding how his words effect you. With purpose and some difficulty, you roll your eyes and feign nonchalance.

"I told you to stop with that 'Miss' junk, it's just Y/n."

His eyes are on his hands where he holds the bears in one and prods at them with the second in a manner that you realize means he's weighing them and separating them based on that. It makes you giggle behind your palm.

"Of course, Miss Y/n." Now you know he's fucking with you and he's enjoying it too, his smile matches yours in his own diluted way.

"Oh my god..." You murmur under your breath. "You're ridiculous."

"..."

You look up at the quietness that meets your words and find his eyes doing that deep soul-search again. The way his long eyelashes hang shakily over his dark pupils somehow say I'm only ridiculous for you.

It's adorable and lovable and makes you feel like the most important thing in the world. This time you can't look away or shrug it off or laugh, this time it's too magnetic. It pulls you in by the belt hoops of your jeans, by the nape of your neck, by the swirling in your stomach intensifying to an almost cruel extent.

You could wonder how he got so close, so close his chair arms overlapped with yours. You could wonder what horrible consequences could come from acting on impulse. You could wonder what this meant for the investigation moving forward. But you didn't.

You let yourself move ever closer, push his legs out of your way and begin breathing barely an inch away from his face.

"Is this okay?" You ask with hazy eyes and parted, panting lips.

"Yes." He responds with his persistent clinical tone but his face looks too desperate to hide how he's feeling.

There's silence besides the sound of your lungs sharing air and for a second, L worries he's done something wrong and you'll pull away once you realize.

Then you're finally kissing him, enveloping his pillowy lips with yours and stealing his desperation from him. It fills your body in turn and you're pushing for more, fisting the shirt on his shoulder and letting your mouth move against his in an embarrassingly needy way.

When you pull away, his face chases yours. He still needs you, he thinks in that carnal, animalistic part of his mind. The satisfaction your kiss gave was so much more physical than any other, more than solving a case or enjoying a desert or even wrapping his fingers around himself in the dark depths of the night and bringing himself to heaven with the thought of you.

His usual high came from solving crime but that high was felt in his mind and it certainly didn't make him feel dizzy like this. This high was felt in his bones, his blood, and his pants; it was a physical satisfaction for the first time. He enjoyed it much more than he did when it was just mental.

It was so good because it was all yours to withhold and give, to bless him with and to make him yours. The desire to kiss you again, to breathe you in again nearly brought him to his knees.

"Can I kiss you again?" You ask in that breathy, sweet voice of yours.

fhseofhlskjdcnvksdjr of course I will sugar I luv him sm omggggggggg oky focus oph

You were lounging on a chair in Hange's office, playing with a string of fuzz on your sweater as you giggled.

"...I know! And it's jus' like, how can one man be that fucking hot?!"

Hange laughed, reports well discarded by now as they propped their feet on top of their desk.

"I can't believe you used to deny your feelings for him, Y/n. I mean anybody with working eyes could see you drooling over him!"

"Oh, shuddup. I weren't that bad." You look over see their eyebrows raise amusedly, "Okay, maybe I were a lil' obsessed but-!"

Suddenly there's a loud pounding at the door and Hange gives the verbal okay to your visitor to come in. The door opens and Levi walks in, just the man you'd been gossiping about moments before. Hange's eyes shoot over to you and they tilt their head in his direction with a stupid grin. Speak of the devil, they mouthed and you turned to hide your giddily red cheeks.

"Hange," He shoots a luke-warm look your way, "Y/n."

Clearing his throat, he lays a stack of papers on Hange's desk and they practically deflate in their chair. "These are urgent reports Erwin asked to be filled out immediately, if you're done ogling over boys."

You giggle and Hange makes a pathetic attempt at being ashamed as Levi pushes the doubled stack towards them.

Levi finally turns to where you're sat with your legs folded underneath you and quirks an eyebrow at your empty glass. Apparently, he's picked up on your demeanor and why it's that way.

"I'll be taking Y/n back to their room so you can focus on your work. Be done by nine tomorrow."

"Evening?" Hange inquires, hopeful.

"Morning."

They look like they might cry and you can't help but chuckle at their defeated face. You promptly stop laughing when Levi's gaze faces you and he begins marching to where you are.

"Wait, hol' on! There 'sint no paperwork for me, righ'?" You're desperately clutching a throw pillow and thrusting it in front of you as a shield.

He doesn't answer your question as his nose is invaded with the intense smell of alcohol and it wrinkles disgusted.

"God, Y/n. How much have you had to drink?" He tucks an arm underneath your body, easily lifting your armpit onto his shoulder as he pulls you off your comfortable seat with a grunt.

"One... four... nine?"

His eyes almost pop out. "Nine what?"

"Yeah.." You slump against his body and he groans, throwing an unimpressed look at a snickering Hange as he drags you out of the room.

On the long trek to your room, you mumble nonsense in his ear all the way. The most he gathers is that your hot breath feels very nice on his neck. Then you murmur something about your crush and he's all ears. He'd heard you talking about it but couldn't catch a name, all he knows is A: He's pretty, B: He's smart and C: You often fantasize about riding him.

"What did you say?"

"I says you shou' meet my crush! 'S a great guy.."

Levi feels like he just got gutted. He sees your door and begins walking a little faster, suddenly wanting to be alone for no reason in particular.

"His name is Levi, sweetest guy 'round.. wan' fuck him a lil'."

Levi's heart drops to his balls. He almost trips.

"Is-..Is that so?"

"Mhmm!" You nod eagerly, blissfully unaware of the consequences of your words.

As he yanks the door open and plops you on your bed, he smiles to himself, even as he kneels to pull your boots off.

"'N he's the cutes' guy 'round too, he is! Almos' too pretty ta be true, I'd tell ya."

darling anything is allowed during ticket time as long as it follows my rules! thank you very much :)

“Oh… Are you alright?”

Your head bumps his chin lightly as you get comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Mmmiphhh.” You mumble into his chest and snuggle in closer.

Light makes a confused face and throws a lazy arm around your hips. His hand stutters on his pen as he listens to your breathing. You’re at peace with him, content in your shared bubble and beating to the same pace of heart.

Your hair spills across your bodies like a waterfall, he smiles slightly at the sight. Then he looks back at the paper covered in scribbles of endless names that his hand rests on.

He knows he’s working, he knowsthere’s so many more important things he needs to be doing. But for once, he lets himself go. He puts down the pen and reaches to the top of your head.

You mumble something again into his shirt as he strokes your hair lovingly and he chuckles low. He can’t see your face but he can feel the silly smile that drags on his chest, it makes him warm.

“So pretty…” He allows his hand to land on your back and rub that too, lulling you into a gentle sleep atop him. And once you’re finally dreaming, your soft snoring a signal of that, he kisses your forehead and picks his pen back up.

With a new sense of purpose, his motivation revitalized by you, he writes evermore names with infinite patience. He’s doing it for you, after all. You deserve to live in a world good enough to kindle the glow of your precious heart, he’ll give that to you.