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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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💚| FINALLY GUYS MY BRAIN CAME UP WITH ANOTHER IDEA FOR A SMUT A ROUND OF APPLAUSE PLS

・❥・in this fic, l has done some research and wants to test it on you... *insert lip bite emoji*

PART ONE doesn't really contain a ton of smut, but part 2 (and maybe three)...😀😀

also ft. dominant y/n???

no but fr guys why don't we have a lip bite emoji

AND WHILE IM ON THAT SUBJECT WHY DONT WE HAVE A PINK HEART???

wait im getting off topic

OKAY OKAY IM GETTING STARTED NOW

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"One of these days you're just going to drop dead, you know that?"

You were draped across the back of L's swivel chair, arms wrapped around his neck as you peered over his shoulder, wearing a bored expression as you watched L click endlessly through countless documents and security footage in his never-ending search for Kira- or, rather, to prove Light Yagami was he. It was late, probably close to midnight if not after, and the members of the task force had all turned in for the night per L's wishes. Misa Amane and Light apparently still had yet to return to the hotel- Misa was likely holding the brooding prodigy hostage somewhere at a fancy restaurant, yammering about how they should totally go on dates more often. The room was completely dark except for the glow of L's computer, reflecting in his wide dark eyes and illuminating your skin and his in bluish-white light.

The only reply L had was "Perhaps," as he continued to scroll through the endless list of criminals that had been killed by Kira that day, hugging his knees to his chest as always. "And when I do, you all will know that Light Yagami is Kira."

You nodded slowly, subconsciously realizing that your remark was probably not made at the most opportune time, and winced internally before brushing it off.

"I appreciate the amount of passion you have for your work- but why can't you share some with me every once in a while?" One corner of your lips turned up in a slight smirk as you released L's body and stood up straight, crossing one of your ankles over the other.

L stopped typing for a second, and his head tilted to the side slightly. He didn't turn to face you, however. "Hm. Actually, now that you bring it up, I have been conducting some research and, if it is alright with you, I'd like to test that research." He brought his thumb to his lips, leaving only one of his pale and veiny hands free to type. "I believe now would be the best time to do that, seeing as everyone is either asleep or not present."

You raised a brow in skepticism, but your tone, as usual, remained even and mostly monotone. "Research? Does that mean you want me to be your lab rat?"

Now L turned in his swivel chair to face you, wide eyes peering up at you blankly, his hands resting on his knees now. "Precisely."

Your eyes narrowed as your patience began to thin. Normally you were pretty perceptive, but L was being cryptic and it was seriously difficult to uncover any hidden meanings when it came to him- which meant you had to be blunt, something you weren't fond of at all.

"Why is it good that everyone's asleep? And why am I your test subject? If there's anyone you should be testing things on, it should be Amane."

The only word to describe what you thought of Misa Amane was... annoying, which pretty much went for everyone else on the task force with the obvious exception of Matsuda. But she was difficult to avoid as she, A: was a suspect and B: believed that since you and she were the only girls on the team, you were supposed to be best friends- despite being polar opposites. It was safe to say that such a fantasy was a pipe dream- you had never once entertained the idea of such a relationship with such an airheaded and simple-minded girl.

L's expression turned disdainful and his tone derisive. "I am not interested in Amane whatsoever. Now, would you please stop being difficult and follow me up to the bedroom?" He removed each of his legs, one by one, from the chair and stood up slowly, back hunched as usual with his hands in his omnipresent jean pockets. The back of the chair, surprised at the loss of L's weight, slumped backward with a meagre creak.

You chuckled wryly, taking a deep breath. "Difficult? I'm hardly being difficult, only sensible. You brought this upon yourself, behaving in such an oracular manner. Honestly, this feels very... serial killer-like." Your nose wrinkled with distaste.

L cast you a contemptuous but slightly amused look before trudging towards the elevator inside the same room, you walking briskly behind him. "Don't you think a remark like that is rather inappropriate for our current predicament?" he queried matter-of-factly, letting his tongue trace lightly over his lips thoughtfully.

Now a complacent smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you noticed the motion, a sliver of teeth glinting behind your own lips. "You're likely correct."

It was only after the two of you had stepped into the elevator and begun ascending that you stopped to wonder- why did L's research need to be conducted in the bedroom?

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"Lay back."

Your brow arched but you didn't object as you cautiously laid yourself out on the bed on your back, hands folded over your stomach neatly in your usual composed fashion. "I can't say I like where this is going," you informed L, stubborn as usual, eyes gazing at the blank ceiling above you. The room was dimly lit only by the golden luminescence of a small lamp; it bathed the room in a comforting, nostalgic aura.

The detective lifted both eyebrows and then let them drop again. "Hm- that won't do," L remarked absently. He stood over your body at the foot of the bed, the tip of his thumbnail snagged in his teeth. "I will need your full and clear consent for what I'm about to do."

Your face suddenly contorted into a somewhat agitated expression and you abruptly sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows, to face L directly. You'd never liked when people tried to act shifty with you- especially not someone of L's caliber. It was patronizing, to say the least.

"Just tell me what this is about, L. I'll probably end up consenting anyway- no need to be so evasive. I'm happy to be of use."

L stared at you, his eyes dark and empty, for a few seconds. "Alright. Lately, I have been conducting some extensive research on the pleasure points of the female body- and if you don't mind, I'd like to test that information."

You kept your expression neutral- although you couldn't help but grip the blankets that covered the bed a little too hard.

Now it seemed obvious. "Like I said- I'm happy to be of use." you assured L nonchalantly, your tone even; you just barely managed to keep the shudder from your voice.

"I hope you won't be too uncomfortable- I will try to accommodate you as much as possible." There was little emotion in L's voice- but you didn't miss the almost undetectable anticipation emitting faintly through his tone.

"I know you will. Now, I suppose you'll be wanting these off?" You made a suggestive tug at the black suit jacket you had on, lightly running your fingers over the buttons of the white shirt you had beneath it. The shirt was nearly transparent, and didn't do a very adequate job of hiding your prominent cleavage or black bra.

"Yes- I will, as a matter of fact," L deadpanned, advancing closer towards the bed. His voice was airy and his pronounced Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as you heard him swallow thickly.

Casually, you slipped off the jacket, then the pants, and folded them neatly and placed them on the floor beside the bed. You were now left in just the blouse and tight black shorts- which, coincidentally, didn't cover you up all that well either. Suddenly feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, you slung your hair over your chest and crossed one exposed leg over the other. Then you peered up at L expectantly, watching his eyes.

"This okay?"

"This will be fine, thank you. I will remove the rest as we go."

Well, that was blunt.

"Remove the-?"

L gently sat down on the bed and motioned for you to lay back down, to which you obliged, feeling somewhat dazed. The sudden droop of the bed with his delicate weight was somehow refreshing; reassuring. You placed your hands back on top of your stomach and pursed your lips.

The room was silent as you felt L tenderly lean over your body until his head was mere centimeters from your neck; you could feel his warm breath swirling along your skin, and it was only because he was so close that you were able to detect the hitches in his breathing. It was a little endearing, knowing L was actually nervous to do this with you, to pleasure you.

After all, L was, in fact, human.

And suddenly his wet lips were on your neck, just below your jawline- hot swipes of his tongue accompanying it. An involuntary shiver jolted your body as you felt his thumb trace across the nape of your neck; his touch felt like a feather.

Meanwhile, L's stoic expression changed into something resembling a child who has tried something new and found that they had a penchant for it. Your skin was saccharine, like a freshly ripe fruit- and he found it intoxicating.

Mostly experimentally, L administered another lick, this time utilizing more of his tongue rather than just the tip, and you couldn't help but let out a soft, breathy gasp. Apparently pleased with your reaction, L straightened up a little, assuming his typical sitting position, and peered down at you on the bed with those eyes of his. You averted your gaze to the side, the sensation of L's lips still tingling on your neck as you felt your face heat up.

"I propose a challenge," L stated suddenly, gazing down at you innocently, cocking his head to the side. "To make things more... interesting."

You couldn't help but smirk despite still feeling a little flustered. "Oh? What kind of challenge?"

L's legs dropped so that he was now sitting on his knees, bouncing the bed a little, and swiftly leaned in toward you until his pointed nose was mere centimeters from yours. "I suppose you expected that I would progress further in my experiment than just your visible body. That being said, I believe that you may orgasm at some point."

Now you openly laughed, an amused and quizzical look on your face. "Cocky, are we?"

"Yes," L replied without missing a beat. "You're aware of my superiority complex- therefore it should be no trouble at all. Now, your challenge is simple- don't climax." It was amazing how blank L's face still was, even blatantly talking about making you cum.

Jesus.

"What do I receive if I complete this challenge successfully?" you queried curiously.

L paused, biting down on his thumb. "You can be free to do whatever you want with me the rest of the night."

You tilted your head with a faint smile visible on your lips. Suddenly, L looked quite submissive, curled up in his frog ball on the bed- and briefly, you wondered what he would look like completely ruined, white lips parted and face flushed.

Anything you wanted with him?

"And if I win," L continued, snapping you out of your increasingly sinful thoughts, "it will be vice versa. I will be able to do whatever I please with you- all night."

Wow. So L did have things he wanted to do with you- or rather, to you. It almost made you want to lose, just to see what he had in mind... But the notion of getting to have your own way with L was too enticing. But, as it was turning out, the stoic L had some pretty sinful thoughts himself.

"As for the ground rules- you are not permitted to block any of my advances on your body- unless you genuinely do feel uncomfortable, in which case I will cease immediately. And don't think that I can't tell when you're lying, Y/N." His voice had taken on a vaguely taunting lilt. "Do these terms sound fair to you?"

"They sound fine."

"Lovely. Now, shall we begin?"

AYOOOO

so i was thinking about trying something? maybe having u guys vote on who should win the challenge- y/n or L- and then what should the winner do with or to the loser ;)

idk but if y'all wanna ask or comment here then that would be pretty cool! if nobody asks then I'll just come up with everything on my own:)

okay byee! keep an eye out for part 2 and feel free to request another fic/headcanons!

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catty-words · 7 years

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🐜 Rebecca/Nathaniel, if you're feelin' it.

send me an emoji & a pairing and i’ll write you a short fic? [except please don’t, i’m not writing any more of these] - 🐜 (freaking cause there’s a bug pls deal with it im not touching it)

title: that silly girl, she’s all wound up [1/3]summary: “I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

Nathaniel learns that Rebecca’s a little more deeply wounded by what happened with Josh than she lets on and decides to do something about it.Word Count: 2,300Author’s Note: @bethanyactually has my gratitude forever for both betaing this story and being my friend.This first section is kind of a cross between a chapter and a prologue – next week’s installment is over three times the length, no exaggeration. It also might be the funniest non-crack!fic I’ve written to date, so good things are on the horizon!Who else is looking forward to season 3 with all their might?

(ao3)

~~~

“Bunch, I need you to stay over today.” Nathaniel slaps a couple files down on the counter above Rebecca’s cubicle, knowing it’ll earn him an annoyed huff.

“Why?”

“How about because I’m your boss and I said so?”

She quirks a challenging brow at him. “Just for that, I’m leaving an hour early.”

Though his glare would send a lesser employee into groveling mode, Rebecca meets his eye with fierce determination. They stay locked in a staring competition until Paula clears her throat.

“Actually, I need that Harvard-and-Yale brain of yours on the junkyard dispute,” he explains, shooting a sheepish look in Paula’s direction. “That is, unless you’re not feeling up for it.”

She scoffs. “Oh, please. I’m the most up for it. One might say I’m uppity.”

Paula lets out an amused cough, but Nathaniel decides not to touch that one.

“Great. I’ll see you in the conference room at 6:30 sharp.”

“I’ll be there. With my A game. In fact, I already have a proposal typed up and ready to go.” Rebecca pats a thick, lime green binder that’s sitting on her desk.

He smirks. “So do I.”

“I bet mine’s better.”

“I bet it’s not.”

“Oh, it is so on.”

Again, Paula clears her throat, only this time it’s just to cover her spitting out the word disgusting.

Nathaniel throws her a warning scowl before he walks away. He can’t help glancing back at Rebecca from across the office, though. The binder is open on her desk, and she’s quietly reading her work to herself.

He almost smiles softly, but her head snaps up—probably sensing his eyes on her—and he quickly fixes his features into more of a leer.

She sneers back, flashing him the thumbs up.

When her attention is focused back on her proposal, Nathaniel darts toward his office.

He should probably proofread his work again before their meeting.

~~~

There are a lot of words Nathaniel would use to describe Rebecca Bunch. Buxom. Intense. Pathetic.

But one of his newfound favorites is competitive.

No matter what Miss ‘I Hated the Ivy League Circuit I’m So Glad To Be Keeping It Breezy In So-Cal’ says, it’s in her blood to rise to the challenge. He had discovered this intriguing personality trait during an otherwise uninteresting afternoon at a pre–client-meeting prep session.

“You’re planning to suggest they settle?” Rebecca had asked him incredulously. “That’s terrible practice.”

“Part of being a good lawyer is knowing when to tell your clients their case is a lost cause. Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is back down.”

“What, are we in a John Grisham novel? You do remember we primarily practice real estate law, right? The stakes aren’t high enough to merit backing down.”

Nathaniel had rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat to find a file in the cart by the window.

“Ah!”

Rebecca had appeared at his side in an instant. “What? What’s wrong?” He had pointed wordlessly at the stink bug crawling across the glass and she cocked her head at him. “Are you serious right now?”

“Mock later, kill now.”

“You’re afraid of bugs?”

“A bug,” Nathaniel had clarified. “The brown marmorated stink bug.”

“But they’re essentially harmless,” Rebecca had said. “The only thing they do is smell bad, and that’s only if you kill them.” When he’d squinted quizzically at her, she’d shrugged. “I went through an entomology phase as a kid. It ended when my mother confiscated all the books I got from the library, saying something about how she didn’t go through the agony of childbirth to have me grow up to be a glorified exterminator. But I still learned a lot. Seriously, it’s best to just leave these guys alone.”

He’d shaken his head. “Nope, no, I’m sorry but I can’t trust any insect that’s dressed for battle. It’s shaped like a shield because it’s ready to fight. They’re evil, okay? Evil.”

Rebecca had smiled a dangerous smile then. “You’re really not gonna give this up, are you?”

“What part of evil do you not understand? These things are the Voldemort of the insect world.”

She’d made a funny face at him. “They’re probably more on the Draco Malfoy side of evil. You know, misunderstood…spurred on by societal expectations.”

“So you admit they’re at least a little bit evil,” Nathaniel had said, inching away from the window as the bug crawled higher.

“No, I was just fixing your metaphor.”

“Would you please kill it already?” He had snapped.

“I could…” she’d said, drawing out the o, “or we could have a little fun.” He’d kept his eyes on the stink bug, waiting for her to spit it out. “How about we look it up, and if I’m right, I get to take the lead with the clients. We’re not throwing out that case.”

He’d spared her an annoyed glance. She’d had her arms crossed over her chest and was already wearing a triumphant expression. Not for the first time, he’d noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the way all her smiles were slightly off. He’d felt a pang of worry in his chest.

With an exasperated sigh, he’d said, “If we find out that I’m right, you’re killing this bug.”

She’d held out her hand, ready to close the deal.

Needless to say, Nathaniel had spent the entirety of the meeting silent, watching the stink bug when it was in sight and only half paying attention to Rebecca working over their client.

But—despite the hit he took to his masculinity that day—he considered the incident a success. After all, one of the tricks to being a good manager is knowing what motivates your employees.

It’s not that he has a personal interest in what makes her tick. Not at all.

~~~

“Does salad dressing expire?” Rebecca asks, studying a grimy bottle of French she got out of the company refrigerator.

He snatches it from her. “Don’t you even think about drowning that spring mix in dressing. That wasn’t part of the terms of our Coffee Challenge.”

“Yeah, well, you won on a technicality. So I should be able to bend the rules a little,” she says, reaching across the table to grab the bottle back. He holds it above his head and far out of her reach, and she falls back into her chair, pouting like a child.

“It’s not my fault you got up early to cheat and just happened to go to the same coffee cart I frequent.”

“Okay, but you were there to cheat, too,” she reminded him.

“True, but you still cheated first. So I won, doesn’t matter how,” he says, standing to put the dressing back in the fridge.

She mumbles something under her breath about compromising the integrity of victory, and he smirks at her. The grin only grows more pronounced when she chomps down on a mouthful of lettuce and nearly gags.

“Here comes Whi-Jo,” Nathaniel says, nodding politely as he breezes into the kitchen. “Like clockwork.”

Rebecca actually gags then, theatric and obnoxious, when Darryl leans in for a kiss. “Showoffs.”

“I don’t know,” Nathaniel says. “I think they’re kinda cute.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” She drops her fork with a clatter. “Mr. ‘Commitment Is Boring’ thinks that’s cute?”

He steals another glance at the couple, who’re standing so close their foreheads are touching. They’re both wearing bright smiles, and Nathaniel feels a wistful tug in his chest. “It’s not something I want for myself,” he explains, though the words sound a little hollow. “I guess, I don’t know, I like Darryl in the same way you feel compelled to feed stray cats. So it’s nice to see him happy.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca says, stabbing at her salad. “I thought I could at least count on you for relationship bitterness, but you’re totally going soft.”

“I am not,” he says, horrified.

“You are. God, now who am I gonna go to when I want to rant about how disgusting love is?”

“I am not soft,” Nathaniel insists. “And you don’t really believe love is disgusting.”

“I sure do. Being left at the altar during my wedding made me realize some things. For example, love is garbage and so is Josh Chan.”

“Well I won’t argue with the second part.”

She flips him off. “You know what else is garbage? This salad. I’m getting dressing and you can’t stop me.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest.

~~~

“You wanted to see me?” Paula asks, stepping into his office.

“Yeah, close the door behind you.”

She does as she’s told before sitting. “What’s up, boss?”

“I’m worried about Rebecca,” he says, whispering conspiratorially.

“Join the club,” Paula says. “Who isn’t these days?”

Nathaniel frowns. “Obviously her behavior since the wedding’s been erratic, but she said something to me today that really has me troubled.”

Her eyebrows knit together. “What is it?”

He checks to make sure no one’s right outside his office before leaning over his desk. “She said she doesn’t believe in love anymore.”

Paula blinks. “Okay?”

“That doesn’t,” Nathaniel struggles for a moment, trying to put words to the twisted ball of emotion creating the ache in his chest, “…bother you?”

“I think it’s a normal reaction to what she’s been through,” she says, waving away his concern. “Personally, I’ve given up on love for way less. After I had my first kid, Scott and I didn’t touch each other for months, and I convinced myself that love was a farce. Now though, if we happen to get a moment alone once a year, I’m like ‘The hills are alive, magic is real.’ All that junk.”

He sits back in his chair. “First of all, thank you for that bit of oversharing. I’m going to do my best to forget that I know anything about your sex life.”

“You know what, I think that’s better for both of us.”

“Agreed. As for Rebecca, you’re saying she just needs to have a The Hills are Alive moment, and she’ll go back to normal?”

Paula’s expression suddenly turns scrutinizing, and Nathaniel resists the urge to shift in his seat. “Why do you care so much about Rebecca’s personal philosophy on love, anyway?”

“We’re friends,” he says dismissively, turning his attention to his computer and opening his email.

“And?”

He scoffs. “And nothing.”

“Wanna know what I think?”

He opens up a new message and starts typing random words, hoping she’ll get the hint that he’s busy and leave.

It doesn’t work.

“I think you’re in love with her.”

“That is—that’s just.” He falters, clears his throat, and then calmly says, “Ridiculous.”

Paula clucks her tongue. “Not only are you in love with her, but you’ve got it bad. Weren’t you the one who sent for her father, forced him to show up to her wedding? If that doesn’t scream ‘big romantic gesture,’ I don’t know what does.”

Nathaniel turns to her, stern frown on his face. “I don’t think about Rebecca like that; it’d be highly inappropriate.” She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything. Her silence compels him to add, “I simply don’t want her to give up on what’s important to her because of that dipshit Chan. I mean, a Rebecca who isn’t a hopeless romantic is as weird as one who isn’t constantly humming show tunes or making bad Harry Potter puns. It’s a part of who she is.”

“Uh-uh.” Paula studies him with a huge grin on her face.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, turning back to his fake email.

When he looks up again, she’s gone, thankfully, but the unsettled feeling in his stomach lingers.

~~~

“Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?” Rebecca asks, poking her head into his office the next morning.

He’s rendered silent for a moment too long, letting his gaze linger on her face despite the mountain of paperwork he needs to read through before noon.

“Dude, did you just fall asleep with your eyes open?” she asks. “You’re freaking me out.”

“What? No, I—sorry. Yeah. We’re trying the new Thai place on East Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, and you promised to pay. You better not forget that part.”

Nathaniel laughs a bit too heartily and then coughs to cover up his embarrassment. “I, uh, I haven’t.”

Rebecca steps into the office then, tilting her head and watching him carefully. “Is everything alright with you?”

He gestures to all the files littering his desk. “Just a little overworked. It makes me giddy.”

“You’re probably the only person on the entire planet with that problem,” she says, but visibly relaxes, accepting that explanation for his weird behavior. “Is there anything I can help you out with? Feel free to say no.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing work related. I did want to talk to you about something, though.”

She waggles her eyebrows, and the silly gesture makes Nathaniel feel lightheaded. “Sounds ominous.”

“Not really. I’ve been thinking about our next challenge.”

“Oh, good, cause I’ve got nothing,” Rebecca says, plopping down into one of his chairs. “But I think it’s time to step up our game. Take things to the next level before this gets boring.”

“I’m so glad you think so,” Nathaniel says. His heart thunders in his chest, but his smile remains calm and coy.

Rebecca smirks back. “So what’ve you got?”

He stands, walks around to the front of his desk, and perches on the edge, angling himself toward her. Not once does he break eye contact.

“I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

She stares, a deer caught in the headlights. “Wh-what?”

He nods. “You have to resist me for a week—that’s the challenge. If you can do it, I’ll never make a pass at you again. If you can’t, well, I get the satisfaction of being right.”

“Shouldn’t I get to pick what happens if I win?” Rebecca says, jerking up her chin defiantly. Her quickened breath gives away her nerves, though.

“Sure,” Nathaniel agrees easily. “So we have a deal?”

After a second of deliberation, she takes his outstretched hand and gives it a firm shake.

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