#whipquip

The need to have you was too strong.

L hadn't thought about a woman this much, this frequently his entire life. You were pervading every aspect of his being, a recurring thought that he couldn't muster up the willpower to ignore and it had been exacerbated by that one night where you both succumbed to your barest of instincts due to your compromised emotional state. You were right there melting in his arms as he adorned your lips with a fiery yet silent ardor, and you held on to him like you never wanted to let go, like you wanted more. But then, alas, you pulled away and exited with a perplexed look on your face, leaving the Detective not only wondering why but also craving, yearning after the taste of you. He remembers how the sensation lingered on his lips, how your skin felt so soft under your clothes, how your shampoo's scent clung to his shirt for a moment.

He knew he couldn't concentrate on his work like this, not with the tightness that just kept becoming uncomfortable in his jeans. He hops off of his chair and hurries out of his office, straight to his private room where he made sure no surveillance was installed. He was wondering if he'll ever get the chance to invite you up there, and maybe... Just maybe...

L finds himself leaning against the wall over the toilet, his other hand working on his desires. He hasn't done this in a while, and he certainly hasn't placated this need because he wanted to have a woman. He used to masturbate just because it felt good to do it sometimes, but nothing felt more euphoric and relieving to him than closing a case. 

That was before.

In the back of his eyelids memories of you were rolling by like a film reel. He had never once thought that even the most mundane of interactions would send goosebumps on his skin. All of a sudden, reminiscing how you would talk to him and how he could smell your perfume when you're next to him were now extremely arousing. He remembers that one time you were absentmindedly rolling around a lollipop in your mouth and at this moment he desperately wanted to know how your tongue would have felt if it were somewhere else. He kept thinking of your lips. The way your breath fanned over his face as you exhaled. He couldn't get enough of the feeling. That sound you made when you sighed, it made him want to hear it louder, wanted to hear you say his name in that manner. You were so warm against him, so soft, so supple. God, he wanted to feel you with his hands, without the cruel separation of fabric between you. Oh, how you've made him yield, the Greatest Detective in the World, carnally longing for you.

L wanted you. He wanted you so, so bad. His hand is faster now and there's a tightness in his stomach that's about to give. He's hoping, praying to whatever higher being is out there that maybe, maybe he'll be blessed with the indulgence that is your lips again. Or more.

Dangerous decadence, unforgiving in its sweetness. 

You.

You.

You.

A gravelly sigh of your name marks the release of his pent up thirst. L's heart is in shambles inside his ribs as he steadies his breath and looks over his mess that he spent undone on the toilet bowl. Luckily it'll just be a flush and a few tissue wipes out of the way. What's he worried about, it's his space.

Work and pleasure don't mix, or do they? NSFW L x Female reader, 2K+ words, no protection

It's one of those nights for L ever since he has experienced you. Sure, it wasn't something he really sought out before, but there was the afterglow and the evident feeling of his mind being refreshed after a good session with you that he had come to appreciate the benefits of sex. He needs a quick reset, and he's quite sure you'll help him with it. Hopping off of his swivel chair, he makes his way to your side of the office.

"Y/N come with me, please,” He briefly glances at the other Task Force Members who were going about with their own duties. "I require your assistance."

You were in the middle of organizing files and have been looking for an excuse to get away from the boring menial task so as soon as L calls you out, you don't even care that some of the folders fall off the table when you leave your desk. He needed your assistance, and you knew exactly what he meant.

His lips find yours immediately after the door to his room closes. L holds your face close with both of his hands, palms flush against your cheeks, fingers caressing the outlines of your jaw, the underside of your ear. It’s something he had grown comfortable doing ever since you started being intimate with each other. You notice the faint taste of black tea on his tongue as the kiss grows deeper and then he suddenly pulls back, wide piercing eyes full of want gazing at you.

"My apologies for immediately starting, I haven't even asked properly yet. Would you like to have se-"

"Yes," you reply, cutting him off, feeling your cheeks burn from the blood rushing to your face. "Yes, I would like to. You don’t have to ask every time, silly."

“I know, but obtaining your consent every time is of paramount importance to me.”

“Alright… I mean, it is hot when you ask,” you reach out to rake the strands of hair on his forehead before settling your hand on his cheek. Despite the deep shadows under his eyes and his gaunt features, he was still extremely attractive. L closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm, god, you loved looking at him. You notice that his cheeks are slightly flushed. Seems like you weren’t the only one whose blood was rushing to places.

"Very well, thank you for indulging me," he answers, smiling slightly as he leads you to the bed.

After a few more kisses your clothes come away and L finds himself under you as you straddle him. He has openly expressed how he liked this arrangement because seeing you grind while on top of him was "a very stimulating experience" and "increases enjoyment by a factor of 90%" as he says. You dive into the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing firmly on his chest as you plant gentle kisses along the length of his throat. The feeling teases a sigh out of him that quickly turns into a hiss the moment your tongue starts making contact with his skin.

"Th-that feels.... Good," he says almost breathlessly, his hands firm on your hips as you gently edge your drenched pussy along his hardening cock. 

“You like that?”

"Y-yes, keep going… please…"

He's very vocal when you have sex, extremely appreciative, always telling you what feels good for him and also always making sure you feel good, too, when it's his turn to pleasure you. It's something you liked a lot about him, you never have to guess because he'll just tell you.

L writhes against the irresistible invitation of your wet cunt, finding just the right angle to take you in. He struggles at this for a bit because you've started digging your teeth lightly into his neck. You’re filling his senses right now and for a moment he considers that you might be all he needs, your touch, your scent, your taste. The way your mouth set fire on his skin, your fingers traversing the length of his arms, the way your hair caressed him as it fell over your faces and the faint scent of your shampoo. It’s addicting, you were addicting. The sensations are becoming unbearable at this point and he just wants to bury himself inside you where it's hot and wet and fills his head with something other than cases to be solved.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"You don't need to say it, L just ah-"

Your sentence gets caught in your breath as he bucks into you, sheathing himself right at the hilt. There's a self-satisfied smile on his face when you look down at him as you straighten yourself away from his neck. He continues to stare at you when he pulls himself out and pushes himself back in, relishing in how easy it was for him to just sink himself inside you because of your sopping wetness, basking in the way your eyelids flutter and face contorted in pleasure.

"You f-feel... Incredible... Keep your eyes open for me, alright?"

"G-god, you’re… Haahn… Cheeky," you respond as his pace starts to pick up and you steady yourself on your arms.

Then, amidst the throes of passion within his dimly lit room, a blaring sound breaks. His ring tone.

There's evident annoyance on his face as he hears his phone. Could there have been something he has forgotten? Or maybe it's an important update? He halts from his motions and reaches down to the side of the bed where his jeans were, taking out his phone and an earpiece.

"Excuse me, it's Watari, I'll be needing to take this call."

"Oh, okay. Would you like me to get off of you?"

"No, just stay quiet for me," he presses the screen to his smartphone to take the call, places it right next to his head on the pillow and wears the earpiece on his right ear.

"Watari, talk to me." His grip returns to your waist, keeping you in place. Work was important, but so were getting you to finish. And since you’ve already started, L figured multitasking would be a good choice.

Your eyes widened as he resumed thrusting himself up into you while he conversed with his handler.

"That's good to know. Have you asked about how they'll be documenting it?"

His dark eyes stay on you as you bring a hand up to squeeze your mouth shut, his pace increasing. Was L really fucking you while talking about an important update in the investigation? Dear god, it's taking all of your concentration not to let a sound out. Your moans are converted into sharp exhales and he looks up at you, severely entertained by the state you were in.

"I advice that a camera should be on each prisoner as they write each other's name, also I might need to think up of a specific hmm," he hums softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels you clenching around his cock, "gesture for them to do to for further proof that it is indeed the pages from the notebook that executes them."

Seeing him get distracted for a moment instills some mischief in you and you lean down towards him, kissing his lips briefly before your tongue sought out his neck again. 

“Two can play that game,” you purr directly into his left ear before licking the shell-like structure of his helix.

L's breath caught in his throat as he listened to Watari's reply on the other end. He hears you giggling softly, his hold growing firmer around your hips as he thrusted himself deeper into you.

"Good. Could you please confirm which UN officials will be present for the viewing?"

The saltiness of his sweat fills your tongue as you slide it firmly along the groove of his neck. You could feel him struggle to keep his composure, his motions becoming erratic.

"Well," he exhales a quiet and ragged sigh before he continues speaking. "Kindly resend the invitation citing how extremely important their presence would be for the viewing. It is for their benefit also. We're going to need as many of the representatives if not all of them," his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself together, feeling your teeth graze the sensitive length of his throat. "To witness the notebook's capabilities. Yes, they can send a proxy, as long as there’s a representative."

It was honestly, extremely hot how L's still able to speak in his usual monotone and complete sentences even while you were in the midst of fornication. You trail your tongue further up his neck, into his ear again where you nibbled on his earlobe. He swallows a groan back as he feels your warm breath and mouth on his ear, his hips continuing to buck into you.

"Alright. Call me again when the rest of the representatives respond and the schedule is confirmed. Thank you."

The call ends and you whisper into his ear.

"Y-you're a menace, L..."

"Says the person who, ahn, made it more challenging for me to speak," he replies, his thrusts faster. "I could, mmh, feel that you were enjoying it as much as I was, you were, haah, contracting around me every time I spoke..."

You lean away from L's neck to look at him, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and glassy, mouth hanging open as he draws a breath every time he pumps his cock into your dripping pussy. He’s an electrifying mess right now, and the sight of him is enough to get you close to coming undone.

"Y-you're just so-oh, hot,” you manage to whimper out, muscles straining. His thrusts were desperate now, too, fingers digging into your sides. “F-fuck... L... coming..."

"Me too…” he cranes his neck forward to you, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. “K-kiss me right now, please..."

You meet his lips again in a heated kiss, tongues lapping each other up as he practically lifts himself off the bed to plunge himself into you as deep as he could go. Your moans are muffled into his mouth, knuckles turning white as you squeeze the pillowcase around his head, toes curling on his bedsheet as you feel him pulse right inside you filling you up, your walls contracting around him. L groans heavily into your lips, arms now wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost seemed like you were a part of him that he needed so he could keep himself together. You shudder into each other, savoring every second of blissful release.

A string of saliva connects you both briefly as you pull away and he eases himself back down on the bed, arms keeping you tethered to him, breathy sighs filling the corners of his room as your nerves lull into composure.

"I might need more than one round to clear my head,” He says after a few seconds of catching his breath. “I'm still thinking of work for some reason."

"No shit, Sherlock, you just took a call. So much for mixing work and pleasure."

“Ah, well, I didn’t want to interrupt what we had already started. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it? And you enjoyed yourself, too.”

“Good god, you’re impossible.” 

L chuckles briefly at your statement, a sound he seemed to reserve only for moments with you. Smiling down at him you take his phone from where he set it on his pillow and hand it to him.

"Don't take any more calls for the night, as much as that was extremely exciting earlier, it's not safe for work," you say, reaching for the earpiece on his ear and dropping it off to where his jeans were.

"Ooh, word play."

(album redraw)

To love me is to suffer me,

and I believe that...

referenced from Willoughby Tucker, I'll Always Love You by Ethel Cain (2025)

I redrew everything, by the way, hahaha. I'm really happy with how this turned out, I was surprised by it myself. Of course, I was listening to the entire album back to back as I drew and was crying by the end because I just love this fictional man so much and the songs hit me in a way that turns my face into a waterpark.

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Ever since you came in the headquarters L couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not when you're wearing that shirt with a boob window, the clear line of your cleavage completely visible. And as if that wasn't enough, he could also see that you weren't wearing a bra underneath that shirt.

You went about your duties, L mentally sighing in relief that no one else had come into the office that night to ogle at you. He's delighted, though. It's indulgent, the way your breasts bounced when you walked, how the material of your clothing hugged your curves. He was more motivated to finish his work just so he could call you over to him. But you beat him to it, and you sit beside him on the couch (he sits there most of the time now because he likes it when you sit next to him). He momentarily stops typing on his laptop, bringing his wide and curious eyes up to your direction.

"Everything alright on your end, L?"

You lean towards his direction and his gaze immediately travels down to that oh, so enticing cat-head shaped window.

"Mostly done. Y/N, is the wardrobe idea a deliberate choice to distract me?"

A devious smile creeps up your face and you straighten yourself up, heaving your chest out towards him. L's eyes are glued to them, to you, and it's palpable how much he just wants to reach out and touch.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?" You let out a chuckle as you scoot yourself closer to him. "Yea, I wanted to see how you'd react. And I like it when you make eyes at me."

L closes the laptop and brings a thumb up to his teeth, chewing thoughtfully at his nail as he stares.

"You've accomplished that, well done. May I?" He finally asks.

"Yeah, go ahead."

He reaches out, long slender fingers extending towards you until they meet your skin. Your breath hitches a little when he starts to trace the outline of the opening. His touch was featherlike, barely there, teasing.

"It's nice," L muses, adjusting his position on the couch so he's now facing you. He hooks a finger down the end of the window on your shirt, testing the material before pulling it down.

"It's stretchy but not to the point where it would reveal more when yanked on."

"Good observation," you reply, delighted by his interest in such a simple thing as an opening on your shirt.

"But, it's enough for easy access," he shoves his hand inside the window, cupping your breast in his hand. "So soft..."

"You like that?"

"I like you," he replies, looking up at you with those big eyes that seemed to know everything yet still had so much to discover. The words bring heat up to your cheeks, a reaction he's always pleased to see.

"Do you want to do it here..?" You ask, wondering if he could feel your heart race through your chest that he had started to squeeze gently.

"That's a very enticing idea," L says as he flicks his thumb over your hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. There's a cocky quality to the way he hummed at your reaction, and he continues his thought.

"Maybe a quick one, I still have some data to sort."

With his free hand, he pulls you closer, diving into the window on your shirt where he still had his hand. He presses his lips over your exposed skin, and you swear you heard him chuckle when you exhale raggedly.

eat heel sandwich, Yagami Light

reference:

I really love how it turned out hehe. Also yes, this is an L glazer account, of course I put more effort into making my boo look very handsome and just haphazardly drew the other guy.

A few days later he invites you to sit down next to him as he turns the TV on. It's a live reporting of a car crash. You're bewildered and worried, about to ask him what's going on when he urges you to keep watching and the reporter comes up on screen interviewing someone who seems to be the owner of the vehicle; the person who pissed you off. They're distressed, crying on camera, unscathed but deeply, emotionally scarred. Probably financially, as well.

Hello!!! Um, this is a request from December and I'm so, so sorry I just got to it now qwq I got carried awaya and wanted to make this good so, hello Anon, I hope you enjoy this one! I really put my heart into it <3

2000+ words, NSFW, no protection, body worship adjacent, author's barely disguised fetishes i guess

iduLgence

He was all you could think about since you left for the day.

It was just a small thing, really. Inconsequential, even. When the morning started, L just literally reached over a cupboard to get you a mug so you could have coffee together but it wasn't that gesture that caught your attention, it was the fact that his shirt hiked up enough for you to see skin that's not usually exposed with the sparse trail of hair that lead from his belly button disappearing down his jeans.

You peeled your eyes away fast enough for him not to notice. Before you can even say anything, something has come up and now you both don't get to enjoy coffee together because you have to go to work. You're on field duty this time and he kisses you on the cheek before you go. His scent lingers around you for a moment and you wish you didn't have to leave immediately so you can just bury your face in his neck and inhale him.

All those "inconsequential little things" were enough to keep you preoccupied at work, but luckily you're a professional and can stay levelheaded. You would be lying if memories of him and how his breathing sounds as you kiss his neck didn't cross your mind a thousand times throughout the day, though.

It's that time, huh?

It was afternoon by the time you and the Task Force have made it back but you've never felt more energized as you weaved through the hallways to his office. He's perched on the sofa when you find him, his thumb pressed to his lips as he scrolled through his screen monitor. He's so hot when he works, he's so, so attractive when he does the thing he's good at.

You don't even realize you've already walked over and sat down beside him, the feeling has you entranced.

"Welcome back, love," L greets you, a small smile on his usually stoic face.

Did you even answer him? You don't remember. All you know is you now have your lips pressed against his cheek, the smell of his skin working like an aphrodisiac as it enveloped your senses. The kiss lingers but you manage to pull away and rediscover what words are. You can almost feel your pupils dilate as you stare at him.

"I missed you, I missed you," you stammer, ears hot, blood racing.

"We just saw each other this morning," Your ever observant boyfriend replies. "Is something the matter? You feel slightly warmer than usual, are you alright?"

"Love, I..." your throat constricts and you lay your face on his neck instead, feeling the goosebumps on his skin with your lips. It's a miracle how you're still able to hold back, honestly. This catches him off guard, a broken sigh escaping his throat.

"Words, dear," L manages to speak in between struggling breaths as he rests a hand on the small of your back.

"I need you," you whisper to his ear with carnally fueled desperation.

"Need me?" He pulls away to hold your face up to him by your chin. "Use your words, please."

"L, I," you look up at his pale face, stoic, unreadable, domineering. With impassioned resolve you manage to drag him off of the sofa by his arm, leading him away where you can be alone. "Just come with me, please, before the others get here." 

The carpet muffles your thudding footsteps as you practically run out of his office, straight to his private suite that he conveniently booked in an adjoining room. His door slamming shut was the last thing you heard before your thundering nervous system decided it would take over your auditory senses.

"Love..?" L calls out to you with a hand on your cheek. You lean into his palm, savoring the warmth of his touch before pulling him by the neck to finally kiss him. You feel his other hand around your waist holding you up, and you wander to the edge of his bed where you collapse into it on top of him. He kisses you fervently through it all and he tastes like vanilla and sugar, sweet and delectable, everything you needed right now.

"L," you sigh his name as you leave his lips to trace kisses down to his neck. "I want you right now, I've been craving you the whole morning, my skin feels on fire." Your hand wanders down the hem of his shirt so you could expose more of his bare skin but he beats you to it and takes it off, first.

L Lawliet has always been a sight to behold to you, breathtaking. His skin is almost doll-like with how his sweat made it glisten, the contours of his slender physique masterfully sculpted in every detail. He’s captivating, the sight of him is almost too sinful that you feel like looking away because how can this man be real? He looks up at you with glassy eyes as you straddle him and admire his slim physique, his chest heaving with every bated breath. There’s anticipation and unmistakable lust in that starless night staring back at you. You tenderly touch his neck with the tips of your fingers, caressing downwards to his collarbones, his pectorals, his stomach. He closes his eyes, taking in the sensations with a deep sigh.

"Is that why you've been in sort of a daze earlier before you left?" he coos in his soothing monotone before his breath is choked out when he feels your tongue on his clavicle.

There's a wanton haze over you as your mouth worked its way on his body, tasting him, inhaling his scent, reveling in the sounds he made when your tongue makes contact with his nipple and you stay in it for a while, eliciting more reactions from him. Your hand wanders down to his jeans, feeling the taut material with the tips of your fingers and he writhes under your feathery touch. You pull yourself away, basking in the way his chest rose as he breathed, the wonderful outline of the lean muscles in his stomach, that lovely, lovely trail of hair that starts around his belly button and traces a path downwards... He's irresistible. Once again you dive into his skin with a searing appetite, every inch of him should be covered in your reverence.

L's ragged breathing and muted sighs are music to your ears, invigorating and sensual. Your hands make light work of his jeans and you couldn't help but giggle at how he bolted upright to help himself out of the cruel confines of his clothing.

There he is, strong, hard, ready for you, it almost makes you drool. You gently press your lips on the tender tip of his cock, his precum wet and salty on your tongue. L exhales loudly, his hand finding its way on your cheek, caressing you lovingly with his thumb. You look up to see his face flushed, his lips luscious and parted as he whispers your name. You stick your tongue out, lapping the circumference of his tip and he hisses. Oh, how you love hearing every sound he makes.

Slowly you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head as you claim every inch. It used to be a struggle to go down his entire length, but with how often you've been having sex with each other it has gotten easier. He tangles his fingers in your hair, grunting softly as you go on with your incitement. It's all so stimulating, honestly, even the fact that you feel his cock straining in your throat with tears trickling down your face. Your hand finds its way to your center where you find yourself practically dripping in excitement. You slowly start to touch yourself, being careful to just give yourself enough of a spur, but not too much that you finish yourself. You come up for air, strings of saliva dripping on his cock and L abruptly sits up and forces you to your back.

"L?"

"I feel it's unfair I let you do all the work when I'm supposed to be the one pleasuring you," He lifts your thigh up and takes his place between your legs. "You need me for this, don't you?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Good, keep your fingers busy, love," he requests. He then dips his head towards your neck, returning the favor.

His mouth is hot on your flesh, his tongue setting your skin ablaze. You can't help but fill the room with his name in repetition. He kisses you all the way to your nipples, the way you did for him earlier, and you're just about to burst at the seams. He licks the sensitive nub gently, the tip of his tongue tracing circles around your areola, sucking, kissing. Time seems to not work in this room, all you know is pleasure, indulgence, and the decadence of him.

He pulls away, the starless night in his eyes enveloping you in its vastness.

"Eyes on me, please. Tell me when you're about to cum."

You do as he says and stare up at him, your jaw slack and breathing uneven. Your other hand traces the tightened muscles on his arm that held your thigh up. L teases your drenched entrance with his tip, his other hand stroking himself with measured patience. It's all too much, from the fact that you were waiting for this the whole day, and how hot he looked.

"L, L, please," you beg. "I'm gonna come, please, please."

It's like he knew the exact moment you needed him. He plunges himself inside you right down at the hilt, smirking at how you took him so easily from how wet and ready you were. You throw your head back, spine arching off of the bed as you scream his name. Every thrust was like a firework exploding inside you, the sensation so euphoric that your eyes started going out of focus.

"Fucking god," you cuss out.

"Hm?"

"Too good," you blurt out, still riding the high you're not sure you're coming down from as he continues to piston himself in and out of you. "So good."

L leans down and you wrap your thighs around his waist. Your lips find each other and you feel goosebumps down your neck as your tongues dance with each other. He pulls away, forehead resting on yours, his thrusts becoming a scattered pattern.

"Where do you want me?"

"Inside, please."

"Yeah? Tell me, love."

"Come inside me, L, please."

He readjusts his position, making sure you’re able to feel all of him. His thrusts are faster now, and you’re an overloaded fuse about to explode again. You lock your legs around him.

“L, again,” you whine. “Again, I’m coming again.” 

“Coming…”

He drives himself into you as deep as he could go and a stifled cry emerges from your throat as you repeat his name. He lets out a raspy exhale and you feel liquid heat in your core as he unloads himself inside you. You reach out to him and he leans back down to kiss you gently, tasting sweat on his lips.

“You’re so good,” you smile at him.

“I aim to please,” he smiles back, his voice gravelly from the effort. “But if I recall correctly, once is not enough.”

You laugh heartily at his statement, he knows you too well. He catches his breath for a moment, still fitted between your legs and you lazily hook your ankles around his waist to let him settle his weight comfortably on you.

“I love you.”

“And I love you, too.”

L claims your lips again, his kisses warm, sweet, a blissfulness wrapped in breathy sighs and tender longing. For a moment there, nothing mattered, and you almost thought about the case again but before the entire idea could manifest his mouth traveled to your neck and you exhaled in delight. Right now, there’s only indulgence. Greedy, luscious and decadent indulgence that is him.