Comforting Touches | L X Fem!Reader | Comfort

Comforting Touches | L x Fem!Reader | Comfort

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Content: Female reader, written in the second person.

Warnings: Brief mention about potential mommy issues (I'm projecting lol)

Notes: It can be seen as a part 2 to this. I also just needed to comfort myself.

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It was happening again. L could see your demeanor growing weak. Unfortunately, he was more tired now than the last time he had seen your depressive episode. His eyes stinging from the screen, head barely being able to be kept up.

Seeing L's state, you mustered your own social courage to address the task force. "Alright, we should call it a night. Everyone go home and get some rest, spend time with your families."

You specifically eyed Aizawa, Soichiro and his son Light.

The men all nodded, packed up their stuff, and left for the night. L sighed and visibly struggled to keep his eyes open. You leaned over the chair, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

"C'mon, hon, I'll help you to bed."

Knowing he had no choice, L nodded and got up, leaning on you as you went. L collapsed on the bed - he'd been up for almost six days. L kept his eyes closed as he heard you walk about, going through your nightly routine.

L heard you stop, sigh, and get into the bed next to him. He threw an arm over you and nuzzled into your neck.

"Oh. I thought you'd fallen asleep already."

"Mmh, no. Not yet." L yawned. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I caught it so late."

"Caught what?"

"Your episode. I've noticed you've been getting sad again."

"Oh...yeah." You'd muttered quietly, bringing one of your hands up to play with his hair. "Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be fine."

L shook his head and looked up at you. "Talk to me. Please."

You both stared at each other before giving in to your boyfriend's wish. "...alright."

You'd told him about your troubles with your mother recently. L listened as intently as he could. He hummed and nuzzled back into your neck again.

"I dunno how to help you...I never actually had a parent to do these things..."

"I know, Lawliet...jus' want you to hold me, okay?" You squeezed him close to you for a second.

L nodded wordlessly. Usually he hated when you'd call him 'Lawliet,' for alias reasons. But he was too tired to argue now, and he also wanted you to feel better.

So, he settled for wrapping his slim arms around you, falling asleep partially on top of you, trying to plan out how he could make you feel better in the morning.

Hi, how are u? <3

I was wondering if it was okay to request a Mello x fem reader smut? Just an established relationship thing where the reader is Mello’s live-in girlfriend and submissive, and she’s been demanding a lot of attention lately, which annoys him since he just has a lot of work to do. But when he sees how frustrated she gets from not being fucked, he decides to give her what she wants in the roughest way possible. You can include whatever sex act you’re most comfortable with, I’d just like it to have lots of slut-shaming/degradation, and I prefer if Mello is trans and uses a strap-on or other toy :) tyvm!

Hi!! I'm getting better, I got burnt out for a bit there and blanked on almost all of my requests. But, I'm in college now, and I'm writing this to destress lol

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Content: Trans!Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content. Minors, DNI. Slut shaming, degradation, Mello being a bitch and calling you a bitch, hand around your throat but not actually choking you.

Notes: My first Mello smut!!! Also, we stan trans Mello in this house. Please don't tell me you can tell I don't know how strap-on sex works-

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You huff, slumping against the couch with your arms crossed. Mello was on his fifth damn call of the day, going back and forth, trying to figure out someone's schedule or some shit. Matt relentlessly mashed the buttons on his controller next to you. You didn't care what he was playing - you didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Right. Understood." Mello spoke his farewells to one of his "colleagues" before hanging up.

Perking up, you look over as he walks into the room. "Mel, can we-"

"No, not now." Mello walked right past you and into the kitchen. "I'm just getting water then going back to work."

You pouted and sighed. "But Mello, we haven't spent any time together in weeks!"

"Calm your shit. I have a lot of work to do and no time for you." Mello spoke harshly before chugging his water.

"Ouch!" Matt chuckled.

You hit the brunette on the head before turning back to the blonde. "But-"

"No fucking buts, (Y/n). I already told you everything I needed to say." Mello sneered, continuing to drink some water.

You scoffed before turning around and "watching" Matt play whatever stupid game he was on. Mello then walked closer to the couch.

"Hey, Matt, c'mon. We gotta go." Mello nudged his brother.

"Yup." Matt then saved his game and turned off the console in no less than a minute, standing to walk with the blonde to the door.

"Wait! I thought you had work!"

"This is work." Mello spoke without so much of a glance towards you.

Then, the brothers left. Huffing again, you felt tears pricking your eyes. This is how it's been lately, Mello brushing you off. At night he goes to sleep after you, and wakes up before you. His work is taking everything over, and he never even so much as touches you anymore.

No matter how much you beg.

Whining to yourself, you surmised that Mello wouldn't be home for a while. The time read 9:04 pm, and he most likely wouldn't be home until 2 am. Huffing once more, you just opted to turn off the lights and turn in for the night. What was another night without Mello...?

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Fucking torturous. Your lower half was bare as you groud your pussy into Mello's pillow. The ridges hit just right against your clit, but it wasn't doing the trick. No matter how much time passed, your body seemed to involuntarily edge itself. Only Mello could do the trick anymore.

And with the past few weeks being like they have, you weren't sure if Mello would ever touch you again.

Trying to go at it again, you could feel heat bubbling up in your lower stomach once more, but it was more painful. 'How long have I been doing this?'

You hadn't been watching the time. Mello had come home, albeit earlier than expected. Matt went straight to bed, tired after driving all night long. Mello, having to chase someone down and get in a few fights, was also admittedly tired. Going to open his bedroomm door that he shared with you, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight.

You, furiously riding his pillow. But, of course you couldn't reach your high, and your hips stopped moving. Sighing to yourself, you took the pillow out from under you and placed it back on Mello's side of the bed.

"Just fuckin' forget it...he wont touch me anyway..."

"No no, baby." Mello spoke. "Keep goin' for me."

Turning, you saw your beloved blonde. "And why should I? You wont give me any fucking attention!"

"I've been busy."

"And I still make time for you when I'm busy! Especially for your damn needs." You glared at him.

Mello took in your figure. Hair disheveled, eyes narrowed, face red with frustration, his shirt covering your torso, and thighs slightly coated in your sweat and slick. The dim lighting seemed to help set the mood, making every part of you seem sexier.

Biting his lip and throwing his jacket off, he approached the bed. "Yeah? Fine, then, you fuckin' slut. I'll give you what you want."

Mello crashes his lips on yours, climbing over you and pressing you into the bed. He moulds his lips over yours, running one of his hands over your breasts.

"Mmh, no bra?" Mello chuckles as he tweaks your nippe through your shirt. "Of course you would."

"What's- mmh- that supposed to mean?" You asked between kisses.

"It means you're a fucking slut." Mello kisses you again. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Swirling his tongue around and battling with your own, he slides his hand under your shirt to grope at your chest and pull at your nipples. You moan into the kiss and twist around, loving the pleasure as a result of his hands.

Mello's other hand dipped between your legs to drag up and down against your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, accidentally breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah you fuckin' like that? Of course you fuckin' do." Mello spits out, watching your face contort into pleasure. "Always demanding my fuckin' attention. Don't you know when to quit?!"

Mello's fingers work faster against your clit, building your orgasm higher and higher. Your speech reduced to moans and mumbles, Mello laughs in your face.

"Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a bitch in heat. What a fuckin' slut for me."

"Y-Yes, Mello! O-only for you!"

"Only for me?" Mello grins, slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" You grab his wrist, trying to grind against his fingers faster.

That caused Mello to stop. "Nuh uh. Good girls are patient. You're not a good girl."

"Yes! Yes I am! I promise I-"

Mello wrapped a hand around your throat, but being careful not to squeeze. "Shut up."

His tongue was inside your mouth again, swirling around. You whined into the kiss, pawing at his clothes.

"The fuck do you want now, slut?"

You whined, pawing at his pants. Mello made a grunt in response.

"You sure you deserve it? You've been a bad girl."

"I want it! Please, Mello!"

Mello slowly slid his hand off of your throat. Thinking to himself for a moment, he finally huffed, returning his hand to your throat, once more not squeezing.

"Fuckin' beg, like the bitch you are."

"Please! Oh, please, Mello! I want it- no, I need it! I wanna cum, and only you can make that happen! Please, please, I wont beg for your attention anymore, I'll be good! I'll be a good girl, just please-!"

Mello leaned back and moved to open one of the drawers in his nightstand. Pulling out the strap, he laid it on the bed before unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"Since you begged so nicely..." Mello situated the strap on his hips. "I suppose I can give you this."

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning forward so the tip of the strap on touched your entrance. The other leg laid flat so he had something to grind on.

"Are you ready?"

All you could do was meekly nod. Mello pushed in, not giving you time to adjust as he set a faster, rough pace. Gripping your hips to pull you in closer, the rocking motion of him against your leg stimulated his own clit.

Both of your moans mixing together and bouncing off the wall, skin smacking against skin, the feel of him rapidly moving in and out of you, it almost became too much.

"Mel-lo! Slow d-down!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mello moaned. "You wanted it, and I'm- ah!- giving it to you!"

Leaning forward more, Mello's moans grew louder than yours, finding he had more stimulation this way, and the dildo seemed to thrust deeper inside of you. Clawing at Mello's back, you moaned and whined for him, begging him to let you cum.

"Mello! Mel! Ple-please! Please make me cum! Please! Oh~!"

Mello panted between his own moans. "Look at me when you cum. Fuckin' look at me!"

Mello grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes as he picked up his already impossible pace. "Let go, let go, cum for me. Cum for me, slut. My slut! Ah~!"

The coil kept wrapping tighter and tighter and tighter, Mello moving his free hand to furiously thumb your clit. Letting out a final scream, the coil burst, and Mello drank in your post-orgasmic state. Grinning down at you as you came all over the dildo, he continued to thrust, grinding himself on your thigh.

"M-Mello...! T-too much!"

"Shut it." Mello whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he furiously ground his clit against your thigh, resulting in the dildo furiously pounding in and out of you.

"M-Mello!"

Clawing at his back again, the coil started to build up again. Mello bit your neck and gripped your sides as he neared his orgasm, trying to silence his moans.

"Me-Mello, I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I know, me too...!" Mello panted, keeping his pace.

Pushing your leg back as far as it could go, he pounded into your pussy, thumbed your clit once more, while furiously grinding his own clit against your thigh.

Finally, you both came together with a loud scream of each other's names. You felt lightheaded as he slowed to a stop, but also fulfilled. Both of you panted and gently let go of each other, Mello slowly pulling out and pulling off the strap.

Lazily dropping it on the ground, making you laugh, he opted to just lay on top of you.

"That was...ah..." Mello spoke.

"I...I'm sorry f-"

"Nah. Don't even. I was pent up, too." Mello panted. "You're fine, baby."

Mello gave you a kiss before playing with your hair, returning his face to your neck. Letting out one last sigh before nuzzling into your boyfriends embrace, you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Next time, shut the goddamn door!" Matt yelled from down the hall.

L as a sugar daddy 🍰🍦🫖🍫

strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, main character death, ooc near, gender neutral, 1 mention of sex, depression, grief

I wanted it to be fun and cute but this turned dark so fast 😬 enjoy?

. It all started with you trying to score a free ice cream by flirting with the vendor at the park, having no money for food, when you noticed a weirdo sitting oddly in the bench—earning himself strange glances from parents

. Even so, you had no choice but sit next to him—at the very end of the bench—since the rest were occupied. That, or sit on the dirty cement. “Hello” he said. You nodded in acknowledgment, choosing to concentrate on the melting cone

. The two of you sat there, childless, eating ice cream in silence. After a while, the dark haired man stood up to leave. Glancing in his direction, your eyes bulged when he entered a sleek, black car. He was rich???!!

. Dumping the nearly finished treat on the trash, you mounted your bike and followed his car. Oh! Life had given you lemons and you sprayed them on your eye instead of making lemonade !

. Not planning to fumble the bag twice, you pedaled continuously, stalking following your potential future bank. L was quick to notice of this and allowed you to do so

. It wasn’t til you arrived at a luxurious hotel that things went south. Knocked out by an unknown force, you woke up tied and blindfolded

. After a thorough interrogation, you were free to go. You’d also been forced to reveal your intentions. L, despite being the greatest detective in the world, was rather lost when you revealed in wanting him as a sugar daddy

“Why would I want to be your fructose father?”

. Watari had to, painfully, explain what being a sugar daddy entailed. This just resulted in L asking if Watari was HIS sugar daddy. Unknowingly, you’ve caused the old man so much trauma

. As you were being released from the restraints ooh kinky, L managed to get a good look at your face and body. Coincidentally, he was working a case in which models had been disfigured and brutally murdered

. Normally, he wouldn’t take such a case but the killer was incredibly interesting. Suddenly he wanted your input.

“I’m not a model, but thanks.”

. He offered money. Lives were at stake here, you guess you could offer some insight

. Being his consultant was basically the position of a glorified wall. Most of the time your ideas were ignored because L had already thought them and discarded them before your brain could even formulate one

. Still, you couldn’t complain. There was a lot of desserts and even though eating too much sweets would upset your stomach, you were too starved to notice. Watari, bless his heart, brought you actual meals

. You were essentially getting paid to keep Ryuzaki (as he said to call him) company. So in a way, to an extent, he was your sugar daddy.

. Eventually, you had to leave. L spun in his chair, looking slightly confused at the suggestion

“Where are you going?”

. The restroom was next door, why’d you have to announce it? Since he was unable to get the hint (social skills zero) you had to reveal that you were literally about to get evicted and you needed to pack your stuff before it was thrown out

. L, in all honesty, had gotten used to your presence, regardless how useless it was. Kind of like Watari, but in more friendly manner

. Spinning back, L casually said that he would pay for your rent as long as you came back. He needed someone to bounce ideas off …. as if he couldn’t already do that with Watari 🙄

. Things were fine, until they were not. L kept getting annoyed at the time it took you to get to the hotels. It wasn’t your fault that they kept changing places everytime

. To the detective, there was one simple solution… he asked you to move in with him. You blinked. He probably did not realize how intimate that proposal sounded, but it was L so perhaps it was just more of a roommates situation..?

. No longer worrying about being kicked to the streets and starving, you enrolled in some online courses. It was better than having to attend university and have to deal with another traveling dilemma

. Actually, you loved online classes. Because if you had a problem, you could ask L for help since he was really smart.

. At this point he had revealed he was L, and you were like 🧍‍♀️ok..? and im (name). He knew that, having done a background check the moment you met. Since you didn’t make a big deal out of it, L shrugged and went back to his laptop

. Anyways, when I say help, it was just code for L answering your question silently and returning to work. He would do the same for tests, even devising a way to cheat

. Academic morality? Gone. Your grades? High. Graduation? Complete. You weren’t sure if you deserve it but L seemed to think it valid so you took it as a yes

. L having you work as his assistant which, again, was a fancy title to keep his company. Him, accidentally admitting you’re his first friend. Kind of sad but you feeling warm upon hearing that??

. Occasionally taking breaks from work and having fun. L liked amusement parks, you didn’t peg him as the type, and he insisted on going on every single ride. A bit excessive but overall an unforgettable experience. The two of you came to a consensus and held hands to avoid losing each other. Your heart went pita patta pita patta though you’re sure it’s from the roller coaster

. You teaming up with Watari to force L into a shower because it’s been days. Heat flared against your cheeks upon fist seeing L’s torso. It wasn’t anything special,, he was skinny and pale but also incredibly soft??

. You also cutting his hair because it’s getting too long. L trying to gaslight you into thinking he DIDN’T moan when you pulled his hair. You complaining about not signing up to be his mother and him saying

“What about a partner?”

. No shut up, because your entire face felt HOT. You would have to tell Watari that the air conditioner was malfunctioning

. Finding out that L had heirs, Near, Mello, and Matt. Your brain going ????? Because when did L have kids? Are they your competition for his fortune now? Wait, are they YOUR kids now too????

. You proposing a friendship bracelet or something and L presenting you with two silver bands, one for him and one for you

. After recovering from the mild concussion you received after fainting from L sliding the ring down his finger and then yours, you finally admitted that you liked him, to which L went

“Aren’t we married already?”

. Um, okay. So you clearly missed some steps there but you’re not exactly against it

. Being intimate with L was difficult because both of you had limited experience. There was a lot of firsts for you both. It was awkward, it was sweet, it was passionate, it was intimate, it was kind of gross, and it was rare

. You enjoyed his presence more than anything. Somehow that was enough. You could honestly admit that he was your soulmate. The two of you understood each other without fail. At a certain point Watari believed you formed a telekinetic bond because one look from L and you were already nodding. Hello???

. L accepting the Kira case, taking risks but absolutely refusing to show others your face and name because you’re the only whose safety he prioritized over everybody

. L leaving you a young widow with a lot money after his death murder so you could live comfortably, until your own time came

. You struggling with grief. Sleeping in L’s clothes for days, hoping to retain his scent for as long as you could. Stuffing yourself with his favorite strawberry cake till you were vomiting. Having no support system because Watari, who was like a father, was gone too

. You searching for his inheritors to bring Kira to justice. Briefly bonding with those genius kids that reminded you a little too much of your beloved

. You breaking down after Mello’s and Matt’s death. It was happening all over again and you couldn’t do anything to stop it

. N having to deal with the fact that L, Mello, Matt, and you were dead. Him catching Kira in honor of those who died trying

. N visiting your grave once, which was situated next to L’s. The time he knew you both was brief but everlasting, not that he would admit it

. You finally reuniting with the weirdo who sat oddly in a bench, eating an ice cream whilst getting looks from concerned parents. Your L.

Not quite a super fun fact, but not one that everyone is aware of. L never truly liked the guy.

@animangacreators Challenge #6: Friendship Day

Levi for @shnidoarata

ME

im like 15 years late but i started watching Death Note. whats the appropriate amount to be in love with L Lawliet (asking for a friend)