The Head On The Door

Uuuuh, an idea I saw on Twitter the last month, yaaaay

#fana

The world’s greatest detective is haunted by the most perfect disappearing act.

🏷️ slow burn, non-sexual intimacy, mutual pining, friends to lovers

wc: 8.8k words, cross-posted on ao3

masterlist

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

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“A late night at the task force leads to the mention of "blowing off steam", a concept apparently foreign to the wide-eyed, hyper-practical detective you spend most of your time with. He turns down most of your suggestions—except one.”

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synopsis; L Lawliet making GN!reader fall asleep with his ramblings (about the heart)

#TeamL

wc ~1310

2:48 AM

You zoned out to the sounds of the bustling traffic outside, a reminder to your stubborn consciousness. 

Sleep was something you found easy, before all this about the Kira case become known, and now, as you lay in your bed, tired but not tired enough, you think. You think about anything; your mind goes over what you did today from morning to evening, and you find enough energy to snort a bit at the recollection of Matsuda stumbling over his feet where he thought no one noticed. You bring your hands up to your face, breathing into your palms. Wiping away the stray tears that run from your tear ducts. You yawn, jaw stretching wide. Tired isn’t a strong enough word to explain your current state. You’re beyond that, so much that you’re beginning to cry out of mental and physical exhaustion. 

Weary, drained, drowsy and worn-out fits better. 

Heat tingles beneath your fingertips. You feel hot and that’s keeping your brain at a slow pace. You’re also comfortable, covered in a huge duvet with a soft set that feels nice against your skin. 

Though, this isn’t enough to get you to sleep. With a defeated sigh, desperate for anything, you roll over to your night table to seize your phone, pressing on the recent No Caller ID from earlier calls. 

The phone rings a couple beats until it connects. “Yes, [Name]?” His voice comes through the microphone so undeniably smooth. “You should be asleep at this hour.”

L’s voice eases the tension in you, and you take a moment too long to answer. “I can’t sleep,” you yawn. “If you’re not too busy…, could I come over?”

What sounds like a teacup being set down on its coaster clings quietly from the line, before his voice comes through, pleased. “You are free to do whatever you may, my door is open.”

You end the call with a smile and slip out of bed. 

As promised, as you made your way to L’s chambers, his door was slightly ajar, light spilling out from the tiny space the door frame allowed. You held the door by the edge of its structure and walked in, met with the sight of L sitting on the bed for once. An authentic butler’s style table tray was placed close to the bed, adorned with the complimentary desserts and sweets L enjoyed. 

You walked over to him, but your focus was rather on the many, bright screens involving the Kira case. Latest batches of deaths, little to no clues, video footages pulled up and more. You were getting tired of it, not in a good way. 

“[Name].”

The sound of your name made you turn, and L stood beside you, his hand loosely holding yours. “You didn’t respond,” he said, back hunched over and his face up close in your personal space. You didn’t mind it, nor react to it. You simply held his hand and interlocked your fingers between his, sighing aloud. “My mind’s too preoccupied and it’s keeping me up.” He pulled you to the bed. “I can’t seem to fall asleep.”

“Is there a particular reason?” He sat down beside you, pulling his legs up as he reached for the pack of raspberry gummies on the table tray. He gave it to you after having opened it and swiped a handful. 

“No. I mean, yes—it’s the case getting to me. For every waking hour I think about it as we work. How is Kira doing all this? How did he figure out he could do this? Why is he—no, we know of that, his motive and all. It’s clear through his selection of victims; he must want to punish criminals as the ‘righteous God he is’.” You stuffed three gummies into your mouth, chewing slowly and rubbing your eyelids. It was pretty good, so you looked over L’s shoulder to find its twin, a peach packet. 

“Could you pass that sweet over?”

He looked behind him, “this?” “Yes, thank you.”

For a moment, silence filled the room and it felt peaceful. It remained peaceful even when L’s voice, flat and almost suave, filled the quiet. “Do you wish to hear me talk about the human anatomy?”

You blinked, both raspberry and peach gummies in your mouth. “Oh, sure—why not?”

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“—and then lastly there is the heart. It is located between your lungs in the middle of your chest. People assume it is in the left side of your body, and there is a reason for it. The heart has four chambers, which the upper chambers are called atria, and the lower ones are ventricles. The left ventricle is the largest and strongest chamber and is the reason for the heart’s asymmetrical shape. The size of it makes it lean towards the left, which is why your left lung is slightly smaller than the right; it has to make space for the heart,” L rambled, keeping his voice at a constant level. Your head rested on his shoulder, half-lidded as you nodded away to his words, occasionally humming in response. 

It was well past over 3:00 AM, maybe 3:15 or even 3:20. You couldn’t see the digital clock from here, not with your blurring eyesight, and the clock hanging over the door at the entrance was a lost cause. You didn’t dare move anyway. The grip around your fruit gummy packets were starting to wane. 

“Our heart is around the size of our fist, if not even bigger. Additionally, the average heart beats 100,000 times each day, pumping about 7,571 litres of blood. The aorta deals with pumping blood from the heart to the rest of the body. That is why the left ventricle is larger than the other chambers, because it must be able to deal with the pressure of blood being pushed out from the heart. It is continuous and something we cannot control.”

Warmth envelops around your hand, and you take a second (if not, several) to realise L’s holding your hand over his chest, making you feel for his beating heart. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s an easing and soothing feeling. 

Your eyelids droop at it, and L’s arm coils around you to get closer. He sets down his legs; brings you over and gently pushes both of you down the soft bed to lay down. 

You stir slightly, and L adjusts your head over his chest, ear pressed against his sternum. Through the quietness outside the windows where cars drove through with no issue, shady people walked through the streets and leaves were flying off of trees due to the wind, you listened to your lover's steady, loud heartbeat. 

Your own heart started to pick up the rate, and you felt your face become red. From whatever you were going to say, you melted into L’s embrace and forgot all about it.

“It makes the two of us, [Name]. You were thinking of Kira and his mysterious methods of killing. How is it that he focuses on heart attacks? How can he suddenly make blood flow in an individual’s heart reduce or get blocked? He is never there in the room when he kills, proven by the Lind. L. Tailor broadcast back in November, so how does he do it? Your situation is quite relatable as I find myself in many sleepless nights thinking about it too.”

“Uhh-huhhh...” your eyes close on its own, and you finally slip into unconsciousness. All you hear as your ears feel the rhythmic vibration of his heart is his apathetic, unchanging tone lolling you to sleep. “[Name]?”

You didn’t reply. 

“Seems like I was effective. Sleep well, hmm,” he strokes your back. If you looked up in time, you would have caught the easy smile on his face as he held you. 

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LIGHT YAGAMI. ꒱‎

cuffed & backshots. ⋆ groping. ⋆ watch it slide in. ⋆ delicacy. ⋆ plaything. ⋆ ruthless pounding. ⋆ blinded. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ arch for him. ⋆ canon fucking. ⋆ bent over the counter.

L LAWLIET. ꒱‎

xo tatted all over his body. ⋆ unserious. ⋆ worshipper. ⋆ bent doggy. ⋆ bothering him. ⋆ sideways. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ under the desk support. ⋆ back tat. ⋆ misa dupe. ⋆ light a cig. ⋆ fingering.

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cw; gender-nonspecified reader, very slight nsfw near the end, at height of the task force time period

wc; 455

L LAWLIET x EDGY!READER

❤︎ edgy!reader who, when flustered by L's presence, would pick at the already-deteriorating black nail polish coating their fingernails. in response, he would eye you up and down before offering a bite of a sweet or a bony finger poking at yours as some sort of reconnaissance. "You closely resemble a dog," the man speaks, on the verge of being almost too loud for the silence that hung over their heads. "What?" "Many canines resort to displacement behaviors that are performed when they are anxious or stressed. Or nervous." He would adjust in his chair, turning to face you fully. "Do I have that effect on you?"

❤︎ L would conduct inconspicuous research pertaining to the bands and culture-esques that you're into as of late. when he randomly alerts you that a visual kei artist was touring in the area before they had even announced it, you had to stop and stare for a moment. did... you even tell L that you liked them?

❤︎ "Killstar is having a spring sale," L would announce randomly in the dead of night. you were snapped back into reality from near-subconsciousness, responding but not facing him. A beat passes. You ordered from them once in a while, but surely not enough to have been noted. "Really?... I love their skirts." "I know. Send me what you'd like."

❤︎ it was inevitable that edgy!reader would try to do L's eyeliner once in a blue moon. after practically dragging him away from his computer screen, you had convinced him that you needed some decompression -- rightfully so. he did too. you found yourself straddling the man and continuously telling him to stay still underneath you. regardless, his eyes were plastered on you, borderline hypnotized, whilst you performed your magic.

❤︎ L would attempt to do the same eyeliner on himself the next night, picking meticulously through your makeup caddy to find the black pencil. he was admiring himself in the mirror, which he very rarely ever did, when he came to the conclusion that you just do it better. unavoidably, the fair-skinned man showed up to the task force headquarters without taking it off. Soichiro could be heard muttering something about "just a phase" towards Aizawa. A scoff would follow.

❤︎ how come every time you bite him endearingly, he has to one-up you, as if it's some sort of game? a singular hickey left is an open invitation for competition, hardly even something used sparingly anymore. when you had briefly expressed to L that you liked his teeth on you wherever they may lie, he took that information and ran with it. now, to your demise, there was rarely a moment when he didn't use it to his advantage.

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luvqties ®

synopsis: jerking off L like one of those amateur japanese porn vids

pairing: l lawliet x reader >> word count: 1.1k

tags/warnings: L appreciation, established relationship, sweet/pillow talk, not really strong dom/sub dynamics but reader is more in charge, foreskin mentioned, L once again has bush, nipple play, gooch referred to as “taint,” whimpering, mention of L feet (toes curling in detail), cum eating, L being L

a/n: WHAAAAAA.....we hella freaked out over here

L Lawliet, your sweet, so very gentle boyfriend who places so much trust in you despite everything. His devotion isn’t lost on you. In fact, it rings strong in your head every time you lay your eyes on him. How his eyes soften when you bring him cake, still characteristically wide in the way they always are but unmistakably fond as he looks up at you standing beside his office chair. How he hums in satisfaction when you kiss the top of his head before scrambling off back to your shared bedroom, leaving him to finish his work. Oh how he truly does appreciate the way you understand.

You just get it. You’re so in tune to his needs. L used to care little about solitude, now he takes precious seconds out of his day to think if he should work at his desk or in bed with you.

And there’s never a consequence to his decision. You just get it. He doesn’t have to justify or defend himself, you’re with him no matter what, and for that, he is grateful to an extent that is beyond describing.

L works hard. He works so hard it stresses you out more than sometimes but you know that he knows his limits. So you keep yourself available, as much as you can while being his partner, as the man is incredibly adamant on you maintaining your own life and hobbies. What he seems to have trouble understanding is that you enjoy it.

You enjoy being the arms that catch him when he’s too tired to use his crazy smart brain anymore. When the inevitable exhaustion from being only human hits him and he’s padding off to find you in bed. And even though he struggles to understand it, he lets it happen, for he, just as much as you, enjoys it too.

He lets himself go dumb with you. His weight presses down against your chest while his back slumps and your arms are wrapped around his torso, your head tucked beneath one of his. L bites his lip at your touch, his head tilted back and his eyes shut in bliss while you talk him through it. Through your soft grip around his hard cock, working it up more and more by the second. Each stroke makes your thumb brush the underside of his dick, against his sensitive frenulum revealed by the way you’ve got his foreskin pulled back, exposing his glans coated with sticky pre to the cool air.

“Mhm…’feeling good, my love?” “Y’deserve it…’work so hard all day..” you coo, lips pressing soft kisses against his ribs.

He makes an oh-so-kind effort to always respond to you, whimpering back.

“Nnghh..y-yeah..thank you, honey..” he pants, asking for you to speed up.

“‘Kay, baby.” You hum, tightening your grip as your hand moves you pump him faster, eliciting a breathy moan out of him.

The vulgar sound of slick is music to your ears as you play with him, rubbing your palm over his tip to let him buck up against it, dragging your hand back to wrap around him.

“L, you’ve got such a pretty dick…” you coo, swiping your thumb over the head.

“Mmmff..i-is that so?”

“Mhm..I love it.” “S’so heavy in my hands…could just start drooling now looking at it.”

“You’re…You’re very vulgar, darling.” He moans, eyebrows furrowing.

You think he does it on purpose, calling you out on your lewd word choice or vulgarity like he’s checkmating you when you know him well enough to see that it gets him off too. It’s like his form of dirty talk. The casualness of it all gets him off, calling you out like he’s not reciprocating one bit.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Do you not like it?” You ask, a glint in your eyes as you let your hand slip down to the space below his full balls, grinning as he lets out a pathetic moan at the circles you rub against his taint.

“Ohhh…L,” “Doesn’t it feel good to be vulgar?”

“Mmfgh…gah! Yes! Oh, yes it does!”

L’s moans only heighten when he feels your tongue flicking around his perky nipple, hundreds of nerve endings being stimulated by the way the ridges of your tongue ghost over them, wet and sloppy.

It’s not long before those moans turn into whines, whimpers and pleas for nothing in particular as his once sharp mind becomes only full of only you, and he’s pulled and stroked and tugged into the pits of pleasure.

When he cums it shoots out like a fountain; milky, white, goopy ribbons that land with a soft splat on his tensed lower abdomen as he mutters out curses.

“Nghhh..gahh…fuck, that’s—that’s good.” “Shit! S-sensitive!” He groans at the way your hand doesn’t release him.

Your grip remains strong around his cock, beginning to overstim him on purpose as his hips threaten to thrash and you press him down still by looping a leg to rest above his.

“I know…I know, baby. You need this…” you coo sweetly, free hand fondling his balls. “You got more in here for me, yeah?” “Please, L I want it…!”

“A-anything for you, my love…fuck!” L cries out before it happens again.

A glimpse up at his face lets you see how the pleasure overtakes him. His eyebrows are furrowed and his nose is scrunched, mouth baring his teeth as he hisses and whimpers out whines only meant for your ears.

L’s toes flex along with his slender feet before curling in. His heels dig into the comforter, as he tries to get a bearing on himself to no avail while you ring his cock dry of cum, tugging up from base to tip like your wringing out a wet rag.

God, he supposes he’s somewhat similar to a mere wet rag when he’s like this with you.

“You came a lot.” You mumble, voice lacking the previous salaciousness of before.

L can almost pick up on a sort of wonder in your tone as you spread your fingers before him, eyes locking on the way his cum connects your nimble digits in sticky strings.

“Sorry, darling.” He responds, grabbing at your wrist. His thumb goes to stroke a gentle back and forth around your pulse point before meeting your gaze. “Must’ve been…pent up.” “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He laughs at the fact, smiling fondly at you.

“Yeah, but…it’s alright.” You whisper, eyes on him as you bring your hand up to lick it clean.

He blinks down at you like he’s trying to figure out something.

“Is that stuff really that good?”

⋆𐙚₊˚ pussy inspections with lawliet !

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...

Purple labrodorite is a fusion between Purple Pearl and Midnight Star Sapphire...

a/n: I am not saying that it's bad just because I don't love every single thing, you can tell that a lot of work went into that performance. This is just my opinion and you're not obligated to agree, just don't be a dick about it. This obviously has spoilers so if you haven't seen it look at this later. These are in no particular order so it's a little scattered. I just typed it as I thought of it.