#light yagami did nothing wrong. ever

[yutamayo]

💖

[dollfacefantasy]

bro…

i’m about to change my url to wristwatcher the way i started DRIPPING for the paragraph about his rolex. and the fact that it came from daddy yagami… mmmm yeah.

“my favorite doll” i died my life was changed. i need him so fucking bad. i need them both. inside me. now. please.

PLAY DATE — L AND LIGHT

a/n: first death note fic !! been a fan of this series forever, so happy to get to write for it :3 commission for @nexysworld... love u bad fr <3 rbs and comments always appreciated :))) 3.7k words

cw: 18+ content. p in v, double penetration, very mild dub-con, objectification/dollification, toxic relationship, creampie, edging(?), fingering, slightly ooc (moreso light than L)

You're obedient to a fault.

That's a good thing in Light's eyes. He doesn't have time to ponder your feelings. He doesn't particularly care enough to do so. You're pliable. You make it so much easier for him. There isn't an issue of you questioning him, or acting out if he doesn't give you attention. He'd had enough of that with Misa — she had been nothing but a means to an end.

But you?

Light feels as though his every action finds a justification when your eyes meet his. You're so innocent, so sweet. He feels as though if he squeezes tight enough, you'll shatter within his grasp. Sometimes, he feels the overwhelming urge to press down; to make you quiver at his touch. He wonders if, like the porcelain dolls his sister used to collect, his rough handling of you would crack the surface of your smooth, unmarred skin. 

The world is wrong. Light knows this as much as he knows he needs air — you are something to be protected from the unworthy that would like nothing more than to corrupt you. You're weak. He doesn't mean it as an insult, just an unequivocal truth. You need someone to protect you, and he trusted no one else with the task.

He sighs as he checks his Rolex — a simple, silver piece handed down from his father. It wasn’t anything particularly grand; the surface was scratched from years of use, but it was a luxury he'd grown to be rather fond of. The seconds tick down almost painfully slowly as he stares, focusing entirely on the longer hand as he watches it tick by with each passing minute.

Light was uncharacteristically nervous about today. He had no qualms about L finding out he was Kira; he knew he was smarter than the detective. Better than him. He'd find out his name soon enough, he was sure of it. But it wasn't his identity that had his heart racing with each tick of his watch.

L's… suspicions of him had led to a rather unfortunate situation — he wanted to observe you. Light is careful not to give anything away; each word that falls from his mouth is carefully crafted to elicit the reaction he desires. L has come to notice you’re less tactical in your speech, more sincere. You had an innocent demeanour, one that had admittedly attracted L’s curiosity.

L is sure that if you were aware of Light’s true nature, he would be able to draw a confession out of you easily.

“You’re late,” Light says simply as he opens the door for you, a crease forming between his brows as he regards you. His eyes slide up and down your body, taking in your outfit with a critical eye. “This isn’t what we agreed upon. Did you not like the outfit I bought for you?” 

His jaw tenses briefly, a small huff of hair escaping his nose. He shakes his head, briefly glancing at his watch once more before he allows his arm to fall against his side. “It doesn’t matter. You remember what I told you? Don’t speak unless spoken to — Ryuzaki already has his suspicions; I don’t need you making things more difficult for me. Do you understand?”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face through your lashes. Light finds himself having to suppress a shiver at the action, throat bobbing as he swallows thickly, quickly schooling his expression into something more guarded.

“Good. You’ve been so good for me lately. Don’t disappoint me today.” He murmurs, taking your hand to drag you along with him.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

A day passes, and L has already almost entirely forgotten about his initial objective. Sharing a room with you and Light had been a convenience at first — he wanted to be sure he could keep a close eye on the both of you at all times. This was a mistake, and one that he was quickly realising. 

L has never been one for much socialisation, speaking to others only when it is entirely necessary, yet he is immediately able to decipher that you are different. You shrink back at the smallest amount of questioning, eyes wide and doe-like whenever you feel as though you might have said the wrong thing. L is not a stupid man, nor is he impulsive or particularly driven by personal desires.

He was observant to a fault, and his fault appears to come in a pretty package wrapped in silk and lace with Light attached to her arm. Light’s infatuation with you irritates him to no end, even if he understands it. He wants to attach himself to your arm, but Light presents an issue. He’s willing to indulge in the game to a childish degree. One thing L hates more than anything is losing.

That same thought runs through his head as Light finally leaves the room, giving him a brief moment alone with you. “Forgive me,” he begins, regarding you with a small tilt of his head as he gains your attention. “Light seems to dislike you speaking to me. Is there a reason for this?”  

You tense slightly at the question, if only because you know Light would not be happy to find out you were speaking to L without him there to monitor you. “He’s like that, sometimes. He doesn’t let me speak with other guys much.”

The words are a half-truth, but they held honesty, nonetheless. Light was particularly cautious when it came to you being in L’s presence, but he’s always been the more possessive type. 

“I see,” he replies, resting his chin between the space where his two knees connect, his arms wrapped around his calves as he hugs his legs to his chest. He scrutinizes you with an almost childlike curiosity, but there’s a glimmer of something else in his eyes. Something infinitely more dangerous.

“I cannot say I blame him,” he continues after a short moment, humming thoughtfully. “You’re certainly… fragile. With the current state of things, I would have kept a close eye on you, too.”

“I’m capable of looking after myself.” You reply, brows furrowing slightly at his words. His lips pull down slightly at that, his gaze examining you once again. “I did not mean any harm by my words, but I simply must disagree. If Light is shown to be innocent, you are far from safe. You gave up your name easily upon our first meeting, having no certainty that I wasn’t Kira. In the few times you’ve visited, you made no attempt to conceal your ID. It has been caught on security numerous times.”

He pauses, extending his index finger to your identification, slid behind a clear case on the back of your phone, clearly visible to anyone who may pass by. “You are rather clumsy. If anyone in the task force was Kira, you could have died ten times over by now.”

“I didn’t realise.” You admit quietly, reaching out to flip your phone over despite knowing it made no difference. You can feel your cheeks heating in embarrassment.

“You see the best in people. It is an endearing trait, but an entirely stupid one. Perhaps it would be safer for you to stay here. I would hate for your connections to Light and myself to put you in danger.” He doesn’t mention his suspicions of a second Kira, deciding that you would be much more cooperative if he made it appear that his concern of you being close to Light was due to the possibility of his innocence — a theory that he was finding more evidence against with each passing day.

“My instincts rarely lead me astray.” He adds after you remain silent, feet dropping to the floor so he can lean forward, reaching out with a single finger to direct you to meet his gaze. “You should consider what I said. It would be beneficial to have Light close, and I would feel more at peace if you remained, as well.”

Footsteps are heard approaching the door, and L is quick to lean back, turning his attention to the tray of sweets at his side. He hums in thought as he scans through them, paying no mind to Light as he re enters the room. L might be good at showing nothing in his expression, removing a slice of cake from the display as Light’s gaze flicks across the room, but you’ve always been awful at hiding things. He frowns as he takes in your expression, noting instantly the nervous manner in which you chew on your lower lip, unable to meet his gaze. He joins you on the sofa, placing a protective arm around your shoulders to draw you towards him.

“I shouldn’t have to ask, but you behaved while I was gone, right?” He whispers into your ear, words laced with a hint of warning. At your small nod, he scoffs. “You seem nervous. You can’t even handle a single moment without me guiding you, can you?”

Light cannot find it within himself to be surprised at the guilty expression that crosses your face at his words. You look more like a scolded puppy than girl in that moment, a look that he’s very accustomed to. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” he huffs, expression turning into one of annoyance. You might not be open about it, but he’s convinced something happened when you were gone. “You’ve always been more face than brains, hmm? A girl like you is pleasant to look at, but there’s clearly not much thinking happening up here, is there?”

He taps your head, and you make a small noise of protest, attempting to press further against his side to placate him. The interaction has clearly gained L’s attention, but neither you nor Light notice in the moment. “I’m sorry, we were only talking.”

Light gives a brief glance in L’s direction then, knowing he should be careful about what he says next. He’d have to play more into the jealous boyfriend role — though that would hardly be difficult with the irritation steadily rising within him. “Is that so? Just talking? Thought I told you that pretty little head should only be worrying about me?”

His words are a warning, a way of interpreting if you let too much slip. You can hear it in his tone as much as you can see it in his gaze, but before you can speak, L cuts you off.

“I was only informing her she should be more careful, seeing as you failed to address how stupid it is that she so openly displays her name in her phone case.” The words appear calm, but there’s a hint of enjoyment in L’s tone. He enjoys being able to get one over on Light, no matter how small of a win it is. Light’s expression darkens, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to L. “Right. So you think it’s acceptable to tell my girl how she should be acting? I can look after her myself.”

“Perhaps you’re getting sloppy,” L bites back easily, an amused smile tugging at one corner of his lips. “Your girlfriend could easily be dead by now. It could be luck, I’m sure. The more likely scenario is you didn’t care about her ID because you knew no harm would come to her. How peculiar, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Are you insinuating I’m Kira because I overlooked a simple thing? I don’t keep tabs on her every action.”

L steps in before Light has a chance to continue. “It certainly appears like you do, and I have not known you to make such easily avoidable mistakes in the time we have worked the case together. “

“Guys—” Any attempt you make to diffuse the situation is easily cut off by both men. L shushes you gently at the same time Light snaps, “Quiet!”. You shrink back instantly, expression nervous as Light’s hold on you tightens.

“I don’t like how closely you seem to be examining my relationship, Ryuzaki. Are you sure this is really about uncovering Kira? It seems more like jealousy on my end.” Light hums, a lazy grin growing on his face as he notices L’s expression shifting slightly. “Ah. I’m not wrong, am I? You like her.”

Light grins, peeling you gently away from his side. You’re confused as he guides you by your hips to stand, but you allow him to manoeuvre you without complaint. He pushes you towards L, leaning back in his seat. “Go on then. You seem convinced you can do a better job than me.”

“Light?” You say with wide eyes, stumbling slightly as he pushes you towards L. The other man looks equally surprised, though he doesn’t seem to have any issues with your sudden closeness.

“Shh, baby. You’re not cut out to be thinking all by yourself. Ryuzaki wants to show me how I should be treating you.” He coos, that soft tone he tends to reserve only for you succeeding in turning you pliant almost instantly. You nod softly, taking a few nervous steps in L’s direction. The man makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, tired eyes trailing along your figure. This is what he had wanted — another means of rising above Light, another win for under his belt. But it’s an entirely different thing to be faced with you, your eyes wide and trusting as you stop barely inches away from him.

L reaches out to touch you, and you melt. His hands grasp your hips curiously, pulling you slightly closer, almost experimentally. You let it happen, legs parting without hesitation as he drags your thighs apart with a strong grip. There’s no hint of displeasure on your face, barely even a reaction save for the soft huff of breath that spills past your lips.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Light hums from his spot on the couch, eyes locked onto the scene in front of him. “She’ll do whatever you tell her to, you know. She takes to training exceptionally well.”

You’re sickeningly sweet, L decides as his hands slide up so they can fiddle with the hem of your pretty lace dress. It’s no wonder he finds himself increasingly infatuated with you. He has always been a fan of sweet things. Deft fingers slide under your dress and drag along your thighs, the coldness of his touch drawing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“I am curious.” L admits softly, his eyes leaving your body to glance directly at Light, addressing the other man as if you aren’t even there. “She seems… sensitive. Is there anything she particularly enjoys?”

Light stands then, approaching you from behind. His eyes darken as he watches the shape of L’s hand tracing your skin under your dress, an undeniable heat building in his stomach. “She’s just happy to get the attention. Isn’t that right, doll?”

Before you can respond, Light’s fingers tangle in your hair, forcing you to nod. “See? She just wants someone to look after her.”

Light’s hands join L’s, his fingers grasping the hem of your dress so he can slowly pull it upwards, exposing inch after inch of soft skin. His fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, teasingly dragging the fabric down until they drop to the floor, pooling at your ankles. “She’s prettiest here. Go on, baby, step out of them.”

You step out of them one foot at a time, eyes hazily gazing over your shoulder to meet your boyfriend’s. A cocky grin spreads across his face, his eyes flicking across your face. The smirk only widens as you let out a soft mewl when L directs his attention on your dripping cunt, parting your folds with nimble fingers.

“You’re soft,” L hums to himself, the words appearing more like an observation than a compliment. He thumbs gently over your clit, eyes shifting to take in your reaction to the touch. At the sound of your shaky sigh and the sight of your brows furrowing with pleasure, he repeats the action.

“Don’t you feel pretty like this, baby?” Light purrs, pressing himself against you from behind. The hard line of his arousal is obvious against the curve of your ass, his fingers digging into your hips as he ruts against you with a shaky sigh. “Showing off how perfect you are for me. Ryuzaki is lucky I’m letting him play with my favourite doll, isn’t he, baby?”

“Yeah…” You breathe, head tilting back against Light as L presses the tips of two fingers against your entrance, brushing against you a few times before slowly sinking them into your tight heat. 

“Shh… Just nod, baby. You’re normally better than this. I’m disappointed. Dolls aren’t supposed to speak, are they?” Light chastises lightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh enough that it borders on painful. You bite your lip, suppressing a soft whimper as you shake your head.

“Good. Good, that’s better. I don’t want you showing me up. You’re usually so much fun to play with.”

“She’s tight.” L murmurs to himself, eyes flicking to Light’s face over your shoulder briefly before his attention returns to your cunt. He prods and pokes at you almost clinically, exploring you before withdrawing his fingers. 

“Imagine how tight she’d be taking both of us.” L groans softly at Light’s words, unable to suppress the soft noise. He was enjoying this far more than he thought he would, the rough fabric of his jeans already tenting obscenely. Light grasps your wrists, gently bringing your hands to the front of L’s jeans. “Help him take them off.”

His tone is soft, laced with that sweetness he always uses when you’re like this. The command registers a few moments later in your mind, your hands working quickly to unzip L’s jeans. You slide them down, swallowing thickly at the sound of fabric rustling behind you.

“I’m feeling… Generous.” Light hums after a moment, gently nudging you forward to straddle L’s lap. “I’ll let you have the first taste, get her ready for us both.”

“How kind.” L responds dryly, but he doesn’t hesitate in fisting his cock a few times to coax it into full hardness. He notches the head of his cock against your entrance with a barely concealed shudder, slowly pressing into you. Light waits until that cute little crease between your brows fades into pleasure before he lifts your hips slightly, allowing him to settle between L’s spread legs and line himself up. He wouldn’t want to break his favourite toy by pushing her too fast, after all.

“Relax.” Light whispers, palm rubbing up and down your back before pressing down on your tailbone, forcing you into more of an arch. He slots into you easily, his head tipping back as a quiet groan builds in his throat. He’s almost tempted to make Ryuzaki a more permanent fixture during your ‘play time’ with how deliciously the other man’s cock rubs against his own. Light’s head drops to the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in hot pants against your skin as he rocks into you, setting a steady pace alongside L. 

You’re so full it makes you ache, and you find yourself unable to hold in the moans bubbling in your chest as both men rock their hips in tandem, their lengths rubbing against you in a way that has you seeing stars. Light clicks his tongue softly, his fingers sliding up from your hips to your throat, briefly squeezing before they continue their path to your mouth, slipping past your plump lips to press down against your tongue.

“You’re certainly vocal for a toy.” Light admonishes, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust. By the time you notice the small furrow of L’s brows, the man has already decided Light’s actions are a challenge. You don’t have the time to steady yourself before he fucks into you more aggressively, ensuring each one of his thrusts has you whining around your boyfriend’s fingers. He’s determined to make you act against Light’s expectations, to have you making as many pretty noises for him as he can.

“I think she sounds sweet,” L huffs, looking up at you with a heavy-lidded gaze. His hips drag in circular motions as he tries to find your sweet spot, insistent on being the one who makes you cum. A small, proud smile tugs at his lips as you let out a particularly obscene moan, his entire focus honing in on hitting that spot with each thrust. Your moans grow increasingly louder and more garbled as Light presses his fingers further into your mouth, spit pooling past your lips and drooling down your chin as you’re filled repeatedly by both men. 

Your thighs tremble and clench desperately, your walls tightening around both lengths as your peak rapidly approaches. You’re shaking by the time your release rolls over you in waves, slick arousal gushing from you and completely soaking them both. L’s expression is undoubtedly smug as he glances at Light over your shoulder, clearly taking credit for making you feel good.

You can hear an irritated huff from behind you, Light’s thrusts growing sloppy as his own release creeps up on him. From the lazy circles L is drawing with his hips, you can tell he isn’t far behind. Light’s fingers slip past the seal of your lips with an ‘pop’, the wet digits trailing down your cheek before settling on your shoulder. He tightens his grip, using the leverage to hold you still as he ruts into your cunt desperately. He cums first, his cock pulsating as he fills your greedy cunt with his seed. 

Light rides out his orgasm with a few languid strokes, watching L’s face closely. As soon as he sees the first signs of the man’s orgasm approaching, he taps your hips twice. You register the command in an almost dazed manner, standing up on shaky legs.

L whines, his dick kicking helplessly against his stomach as he looks between the two of you. Light only grins, holding your waist in a possessive hold. 

“What? I was hardly going to let you finish inside my girl.” Light coos, voice laced with an inflated sense of pride. “Maybe next time.”

L’s expression twists to one of thinly veiled annoyance, realising it was the plan all along. Fine. He can accept his losses.

Next time, he’ll win.

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Apples [Yandere Shinigami Light Yagami x Reader]

Title: Apples [Yandere Shinigami Light Yagami x Reader]

Synopsis: The inhuman thing that calls itself Light Yagami won't leave you alone.

For Horrorfest request: Reader thats haunted by Shinigami Light Yagami please!

Word count: 800ish

Notes: yandere, stalking

“Leave me alone.” 

The words come out bitter and soft, like a piece of fruit that’s been sitting at the bottom of the fridge for far too long. They smush inwards like overripe flesh underneath your thumb, from the weight of the creature hovering in front of you, the inhuman thing that refuses to go away for good.

Sometimes he leaves for a few days, a week, even a month or two. Long enough that you think he’s finally gotten bored or died–can Shinigami even die?--and you’ll never see him darken your doorway (literally and otherwise) again.

But then he’s there, an unwanted flicker. Standing by your bed. Sitting on your professor’s desk, a prim smile on his face. Waiting behind a shelf at the grocery store, in the gap between open boxes of cereal. Intruding on your everyday life with his awful extraordinariness. 

“Aren’t you even the smallest bit grateful?” He asks, not for the first time, shifting towards you. He’s too close. When he speaks, his breath hovers, smelling of apples and rot. 

You press further away, tucking yourself into the corner between your bed and the wall. The edge of your nightstand digs into the flesh of your upper arm. 

“I don’t want you to follow me,” you say, pathetically, stupidly, because you know it will change nothing. It hasn’t before. It won’t know. “Find someone who will be grateful, if it matters that much to you.”

That’s your dream, really. That he will find someone else to follow, to obsess over, to whisper awful things to in the night; dreams of a reinvisioned world, remaking the world of mortals in an image that suits him. You’ll be there, too. Forever, he says, even if he hasn’t figured out how just yet. 

But no matter how much you plead, how much you try to make yourself unappealing, this thing–it calls itself Light Yagami, and isn’t that awful, to give itself a human name?--won’t leave you alone. 

A clawed hand reaches out and you squeeze your eyes shut. It’s easier not to see him when he touches you. That much you’ve learned. Because when he does, the look on his face gets too tight, too manic. His eyes go a touch red and there’s something inside them that is too awful to bear.

The claw drags down your cheek, resting underneath your chin and tilting it up like a lover would. It makes you sick, this gesture; it’s too practiced, too human. How did a Shinigami know what might make someone go weak at the knees?

And you do–you do–for all the wrong reasons. 

“You can learn to be grateful,” he whispers, voice going low, almost gray. “I’ll even teach you how to use my notebook properly.”

Oh, that fucking notebook. It’s what started this whole mess. It was just sitting there, on the park bench. You’d walked by that bench a million times and nothing was ever out of place, but the one day there’s something new–it’s something that’s condemned you to this.

To him.

All you’d done is pick it up. Touched the edge of it, wondering if some kid has left it behind. But instead of a name written on the front, there was only an odd title. 

“Death… note?” You’d read–and by the time you glanced back up, he was there, suddenly, in a blink.

Smiling politely and introducing himself, as if he wasn’t some creature that had popped up out of nowhere. Came from nowhere a more accurate statement, if his brief descriptions of his world were anything to go by–a vast gray rotting wasteland.

“You wouldn’t like it there,” he told you once, musing more to himself, you thought, than actually speaking to you. He liked to hear himself talk. “That’s why I’ll remake this world instead.” As if he did anything for your benefit, and not his. 

If only you’d passed on by the bench, by the notebook, that day.  You might be free from all this. 

But you’re not free. You’re here, in your bedroom, trapped between the wall and a god of death.

“Open your eyes,” he says, just tightly enough that you know he’s approaching the edge of his patience. It was much harder to be around him, when he was genuinely angry with you.

Weary, tired, your eyes open, slow and sluggish. You give in, like you always do. What other choice do you have? 

“There you are,” he says, claw tracing your cheek, just underneath your eye. “Much better.” 

His other hand reaches for yours, covering it with his own, gripping tight.

“Are you ready to write a name in my notebook now?”

[ladyzayismultifandom]

The Kiss of Death

L Lawliet x Fem!Reader Genre: awkard cute fluff with everyone's favorite detective

Description: On the ongoing mission to take Kira down, L and Y/N must sacrifice their dignity when Light (intentionally) messes up their excursion. A/N: This is pre-cuffed L and Light era btw! And f/n = fake name.

Kira is still on the loose taking innocent people lives and with no concrete evidence to the existence of the “Death Note” or “Shinigami’s” Lawliet was put into a corner. He was 98% sure that Light Yagami was Kira purely based on vibes but nothing else that serves as evidence has worked. Close surveillance in his house has been a little useful but he hasn’t cracked him just yet. Light was good. Too good.

After ruthless nights of arguing Watari thought it would be a good idea to call in reinforcements from the infamous Wammy House where L was raised. Those reinforcements were you. You’ve never been to Japan before but you were excited to help an old friend. With an IQ of 150 and cunning eye for detail you would be a great asset to the task force. Once he find out you were on your way L sent you a file with all the information he found along with a detailed list of all the task force members. You got everything you need to know but you hate that fake name he came up with.

When you got off the private jet Watari sent you, Matsuda and Light were waiting for you at the end of the stairs.

“So he sent the killer right to me. Interesting” You thought. You took a good look of Matsuda. He was a good man, socially awkward, probably a bit annoying, but a good cop. He fidgeted with his fingers the more you looked at him. Meanwhile Light didn’t seem bothered at all. He stared right back but not at you. It was like he was staring deep within your soul and if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the tiny smile fighting to break out. He was definitely up to something but what?

Taking off your sunglasses you walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Matsuda who held it like a fragile piece of of fine china. He raised it up and kissed it which wasn’t something you were expecting but flattered either way.

“Enchante, I’m f/n” You offered your hand to Light as well to which he firmly shook for a second and let go. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you. Matsuda was ever the gentlemen who might be confused of your customs but has good intentions. Light shook your hand like a man trying to prove himself. He wanted you to think he saw you as an equal when that couldn't be farther than the dark truth that lie beneath. This case is going to be good.

“I’d like to speak to Ryuzaki alone if that’s okay. “ You asked the task force after meeting everyone officially. Watari escorted them all out leaving you and your sugar fiend friend alone. For a moment you sat in silence until it felt safe to speak.

“Lawliet”

“It’s Ryuzaki”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Then you put me at risk f/n.” You roll your eyes at the way he refuses to use your real name. You were alone after all.

“How could I put you at risk when we both know that Kira is Light?” You put your cup of tea up to him and he puts three sugar cubes in there. At the Wammy House, every child had their thing and yours is tea which goes perfectly with cake hence the beautiful friendship you have with Lawliet now.

“So you believe me?”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well-

“Other than that.” You took a sip.

“I know it’s him. I need evidence. That’s why you’re here f/n”

“Does anybody other than Watari and I know you’re real name?” He shook his head no. Perfect. A plan was brewing.

Weeks go by and you get to know everyone. Sadly the result was still the same. Light was definetly Kira but he had help. Originally you thought his father was in on it but after personally interrogating him it became clear that Soichiro Yagami did not know or even consider that his son could be a criminal nonetheless a cold blooded killer. Lights girlfriend Misa Amane on the other hand only pretended to be a bimbo everyone thought she was. If she wasn’t so head over heels over Light she might have been a great force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the charismatic cult-like charms of Light got to her before then. She's the perfect fall person if things went south for him. There’s was another accomplice helping Light get away with his crimes but his identify has been tough to crack. You’ve searched for people under the name Ryuk and haven’t found anything so far. Looking back at the early surveillance tapes of Light in his room it did look like he was trying hard to ignore something on his mind. Could it have been someone there? Someone the camera didn’t catch? Is this the power of a shinigami?

Another day with the task force trying to find all the things in common with Kira's victims besides how they die you turn to genius next to you.

“Ryuzaki?”

“Yes f/n”

“Let’s go out” Matsuda almost choked on his spit making you burst into a laughing fit. Lawliet was not amused.

“I assume you mean all of us?” He says not even sparing you a glance as you teasingly look at him.

“Of course. What else would I mean? A day off would be nice right boys?” You look at the rest of the men who are relieved to hear that except Light. Just like Lawliet, he didn't look too amused. You smirk as you take a sip of tea.

“You did that on purpose” Lawliet mumbled

“You love it.” You whispered before turning around in your spinny wheelchair. Stretching your arms before you do a big clap that makes the whole task force except Light and Lawliet jump. You smile.

"So who wants to go on a little excursion tomorrow? I'm sure Kira wouldn't mind if we didn't hunt them for a day. "

"Until they kill someone else." Light claims

"And then I'll know it's you," Lawliet says. The two stare menacingly at each other.

"Let's not point any fingers. Light is still not 100% in the clear yet but he's also a part of the team. It could be Matsuda for all we know" Your innocent joke lightened the mood making all the men chuckle to themselves. Little did they know they were all pawns in your game.

"Yes... matter of fact Light why don't you set up an excursion for us? I'm sure you have friends that travel locally and if you're not Kira nothing will go wrong and Ryuzaki can relax. Right?" You suggest.

"And if you are I'll have the pleasure of putting you behind bars."

"Fine. If that's what it takes." Light says. The familiar tugging at his lips starts but they never go into full bloom as if he's trying to hide it. Tomorrow you're finally going to find out what his game is and who he's playing it with.

Later that night when you were alone drinking tea while Lawliet ate cake the two of you discussed all the possible mistakes Light could make to prove he's Kira to everyone. Killing someone would be too obvious but he could make it look like an accident or even frame another person on the task force so that was possibility number one. Possibility number two is he finds a way to get Misa alone to do his bidding. That would be the easiest thing to do to get him out of the clear for everyone else but not the two of you since you know she's his accomplice. To prevent that from happening, you'll have Matsuda or Soichiro keep a close eye on her the entire excursion. There was another possibility that you didn't bring up on purpose. This was because if Lawliet knew he would be totally against it seeing as it would put him at risk but you realized the unusual pattern of all Kira's victims a long time ago. They all die of a heart attack, most have some kind a criminal record of some kind or they know Kira true identity before they die. Most importantly Kira's victims full name are always on public record except the one he wants to kill the most which sparked an idea. What if you gave Light L's real name? Would he try to use it? Most importantly would it work? Along with Mello and Near you were raised with Lawliet but there is the possibility that even the name you became fond of calling him wasn’t real. Deep inside you know he wouldn’t lie to you. He can’t.

The next day Light had arranged a day in Kamakura full of fun outside excursions everyone on the task force except Lawliet appreciated. To annoy him even more the disguise you chose to display was his wife. You knew if this plan was gonna work he couldn’t look like Lights stalker the way he focuses in on him and you two work better as a team so splitting up wasn’t an option. In case Light isn’t Kira (which is highly unlikely) and Kira manages to strike while you’re out Watari is at home monitoring local crime. Keeping a close eye on Light’s reactions you wrap your arm around Lawliet giving him a supportive pat. Light face remain stoic.

“See? Kira wouldn’t kill us in the middle of a crowded area like this. “ Matsuda happily claims as he holds up his oversized binoculars to look at The Great Buddha.

“In a crowd like this no one would notice anyway.” Lawliet mumbles.

“Oh don’t be such a hermit! You loved playing outside with me when we were children.” You say trying to gauge the boys but to your surprise the only one who asked was-

“Ryuzaki and f/n grew up together?!” Misa acts surprised. Oh to peak into her little mind.

“I was studying human interaction”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear” You kiss his cheek before dragging him by hand along and joining Matsuda ahead as he excitedly leads the pack.

“Is it me or is f/n enjoying her role a little too much?” Kanzo whispers to Soichiro who shrugs.

“We’ve been working hard the past few weeks. I’m sure she’s just having a little fun besides I don’t think it’s exactly one-sided.” Soichiro chuckles

Throughout the day the seven of you walk around every shrine, zen garden, and temple you can get close to while remaining a safe distance from Light and Misa who didn’t seem to be plotting anything just yet. Just two teenagers who might be serial killers without a care in the world. Lawliet grew frustrated.

“F/N”

“Yes, dear?” You tease but can’t help it when his cheeks turn a rosy red for a second.

“When exactly is this plan of yours supposed to start?”

“Patience honey all will make sense soon” You whisper seductively in Lawliets ear pulling him in to your embrace wrapping your arms around his neck. Begrudgingly knowing his role Lawliet wraps his arms around your waist in reciprocation. You notice Light staring at the two of you. From where he’s standing it looks as if you two are sharing secrets. He tries to hide his look of suspicion when you make eye contact but it’s too late. Like a spider you’ve spun him in your web making him helplessly anxious and maybe even frightened. Unable to contain it you smirk at him

“That’s right. You should be afraid” You whisper still in Lawliet’s embrace. For the first time all day he chuckles.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re turned on right now y/n” He whispers in your ear just as seductively as you did earlier. Given how awkward and standoffish he can be at times you didn’t know he was capable of that.

“Lawli- Ryuzaki!” You shriek but for a moment his hands squeeze your body. You almost said his real name out loud. Too loud. Did Light hear it? Shit

“Careful dear people will think you’re cheating on me” He says jokingly but you know it’s a threat. No, a promise. While you planned to leak it anyway to see if Light would try to kill him this is not how you wanted to come out. Shit shit shit.

And yet if you weren’t turned on before. You are now. Something about him matching your energy while being so close just did something to you and even though he’s a little pissed off he’s still hot.

“I’m gonna get you back for that”

“Likewise f/n” further emphasizing how pissed he is.

After walking for the majority of Lights excursion filled day in Kamakura the task force grew exhausted. Too tired to do anything else Light and Matsuda called around for places to retire for the night before returning to work tomorrow. Soichiro drove the rental to a spot near a beach, real low key vibes, perfect place for a late night swim with Lawliet. He’d never go for it. The seven of you were to be split rooms. Naturally you and Misa were in one room. Soichiro, Kanzo, Matsuda, and Light in the next room. Lawliet gets his own room so he can have a private discussion with Watari. This was the plan everyone agreed to until you got there.

“I’m sorry we only have one room left but if you five gentlemen don’t mind the hotel a little further down I can reserve a room for you” the hotel receptionist says. Looks like you and Misa are stuck here alone-

“I’ll stay with you” Lawliet stepped up.

“But who will watch Ligh-“ He cut you off

“I said I’m staying”

“Besides I think we can trust Light now,“ Shock was what you saw on Light's face now. If only for a moment but there was shock. Whatever plan there was to kill Lawliet might be dead now but then again this could've been a part of his plan all along.

When the two of you walked into the hotel there was one bed. As children sleeping together was better than being in cold bunks but as adults this predicament was a bit...awkward.

He let you shower and change into your pajamas first but as you wait in bed going over all your notes on Kira a nervous feeling stirs inside you. What if he mentions what happened earlier? What if he doesn't because he has other plans of ruining your life for almost ending his? Is he about to get in this bed with you?

"I hope you're not overthinking what happened earlier." He broke you out of your funk. You didn't even realize he had already gotten out of the shower. "I already gave Light my real name once. It won't work Y/N"

"Then why-"

"I figured if you were going to put my life in danger I'd scare you a little too. Reminds me of when we were kids." He laid down next to you in bed. For years there's been an invisible line between you that you so desperately wanted to cross.

A line you want to cross now more than anything.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn your body towards him but he remains on his back, facing the ceiling.

"Shoot"

"Do you remember when we were teenagers Mello locked us in a closet and I kissed you on accident but you wouldn't let me go until Watari let us out?"

"Yes"

"This feels a lot like that" He smiles as his body curls towards you.

"Are you saying you want to kiss me Y/N?" You scooted closer to him smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You leaned over him practically inches away from his lips yet he didn't flinch. He didn't move away but he didn't move any closer. He was just there. So you sighed and leaned ba-

"Please" He grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back to him. He had a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

" In case I die"

"Wha-" He met your lips with his before you could ruin it. The two of you were alone. Truly alone for the first time in years and this time if it were his last Lawliet was going to get what he wanted almost as bad as he wanted Light behind bars. You.

You leaned down into his embrace not letting a breath escape between your lips. If you were going to die tonight it would not be Kira and you were okay with that.

The next day on the ride home neither of you spoke a peep making it seem like you'd gotten into a fight. Nobody really needed to know what really took place. When everyone went home for the day you were at it again neglecting the surveillance cameras and carefully watching Light. If this is how he gets you both so be it.

May the kiss of death satisfy the Gods that be.

A/N: HAPPY FLUFFTOBER!!!

[luvingjeanie]

surveillance | l.y

author’s note: my first full length smut fic, how we feelin? do not tell me if it's bad, i'll cry

warnings: MDNI smut, toxicbf!light, the word bitch is used once in relation to the reader (although not said to her face), degradation, non-con voyeurism, oral sex (male receiving), aged up light, not proof read!

synopsis: light thinks fucking his girlfriend's throat is the perfect way to appear as a normal teenager in front of L's cameras

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Light was intelligent in a way that was far more terrifying than it was impressive. Cold. Calculated. Cunning. Almost all possibilities thought through within a nanosecond, and every scheme planned with meticulous care. He made decisions quickly, and not once did he ever consider second guessing himself, because he just knew. He knew he was too good to get caught, too clever to be questioned. He knew he was the closest thing this bleak, unforgiving, pathetic world had to a God.

Light Yagami was a God.

And he relished in it, he internally savoured every success, no matter how slight, like a fine wine. Yet he always sought out more. More greatness, more power, more control.

He longed to have someone under him, someone completely unaware yet fully devoted, a stupid girl, stupidly smitten with him. A sweet, pretty thing he could play with to pass the time.

And that was you.

Realistically, he knew you weren’t dumb. You had a perfectly average IQ, acceptable social skills, and decent grades; A’s and B’s, perhaps a few C’s scattered here and there on your bad days.

But compared to Light? You may as well have been a complete and utter moron. Despite the satisfactory brains you had, you were no match for his charm, his ability to manipulate and deceive. His paralysingly terrifying ability to use his silver tongue to convince you nothing was amiss, that he truly loved you, that the two of you were a forever thing, that any insecurity, any gut feeling you had telling you he wasn't good for you was wrong and you were a terrible girlfriend to ever consider indulging those thoughts.

You’re just overthinking! What could he have done to make you not trust him? Didn’t you love him? Is it because there’s someone else? God, you’re such a bitch, how could you do this to him?

Truthfully, Light did like you. Before Kira, he was a normal, sweet, albeit cocky, boyfriend. It was teenage love, yes, but it was pure. As pure as Light could manage, anyway.

However, now as Kira, things had changed. He respected you less, and had come to the conclusion that you were beneath him. He was a God. Judge, jury, and executioner, but what were you? He didn't need you anymore. Aside from being a compliant, wet hole, you were nothing.

He liked the things you did for him. How you did as you were told. He liked how you looked. You were pretty, that was an irrefutable fact. He liked how you took his dick like an absolute fucking champ. Mouth or pussy, perhaps your thighs or tits if he thought you didn’t deserve to feel him inside at all.

Perhaps he still needed you for that one thing.

Upon discovering L’s surveillance, the cameras and mics in his room, Light had carefully crafted a strict, inconspicuous, almost perfect routine.

Study. Sleep. Maybe he’d read. Study again. Sleep again.

But he soon realised it was too perfect. So perfect, so unlike the routine of any other teenage boy it was suspicious. There was no playing video games, no lazing or bed rotting, no fucking masturbating either. It just seemed too clean, no dirty laundry, nothing embarrassing, nothing filthy.

What Light needed was some normality in this falsehood of a daily routine.

And he needed a break too. A stress reliever. Light needed his dick wet.

So of course, he called you.

“Light?” Calling his name softly, you opened the door with a soft click. His mother had let you in, of course she did. AS far as she was aware, you and her son had the perfect teenage romance, one day to be married high school sweethearts. And of course, you didn’t fucking knock.

Unamused, he didn’t look up from his desk, still ‘studying’ away, “What did I tell you about knocking? Can’t you listen?”

Swallowing thickly, you shut the door behind you, padding to the centre of his room and standing meekly with hands clasped in front of your stomach. You rarely made yourself comfortable before Light gave you the go ahead. “I’m sorry, Light, I forgot. It won’t happen again," You whispered, before adding sweetly, "promise.”

“Mhm.”

Dry, robotic, lacking the sweetness his voice held at the beginning of your relationship. It used to make you flinch, that tone, convincing you that you had done something wrong, something a good girlfriend wouldn’t do. Over time, you were forced to accept that was just who Light was now. He was just different, and it would stay that way.

It wasn’t a change that you welcomed and accepted gracefully, you were more so forced to shoulder the change like a pill being shoved down the gullet of a sick dog. And you were far too smitten with Light to leave, no matter how terrible he became.

Because he was still sweet somedays. He still remembered the small things. He still stroked your hair and kissed away your tears when you cried after he had shouted a little too loud or said something a little too mean. He still fucked you and made you cum like he had something to prove.

He knew how to keep you around. He was always giving you just enough to keep you content.

“Sit down, you don’t need to be told to do that, do you?” Light hummed from his desk, finally spinning the chair around to face you. His brows were raised, voice soft and slow, as if speaking to a child. Part of you thought he always spoke in rhetorical questions to make you feel dumber than you already did around him.

Without a word, you sat, perched pretty on the edge of his bed, knees together and posture poised, sitting like a polite little doll. The way he liked you to be. Pliable and easy.

“No, against the headboard,” He instructed, standing from his desk and moving to stand tall before you, tapping your hip firmly as if it would get you to move faster. Which it did.

Now right where he wanted you, he crawled across the bed to you, stopping and rising with his knees pressed to his cushiony mattress. Meeting your eyes, narrowed and commanding, he cupped your jaw with a gentle, yet somehow stern hand.

“You know what I want, right?” He murmured. A sly grin tugged on his lips when you nodded. You always knew what he needed, and God, you were always willing to give it to him too.

“Go on then, baby.” He nodded to the zipper of his slacks.

Mouth already embarrassingly watering at the sight of the all too familiar bulge contained by his dark trousers, you obeyed with meek, demure hands, fresh manicure lightly scraping against the fabric.

Once unzipped, you pulled his trousers and boxers down in one, just enough to free his cock from the confines of his clothing. Light never liked to be fully bare. Something about having you stripped down whilst he remained clothed sent all his blood, sense, and rationality straight to his dick. The odd time he would have his shirt off, but that was as much as you would get.

Long, with just enough thickness to be intimidating, and well groomed, with a lightly flushed tip, the softest of pinks, leaking pre-cum, it slapped against his lower abdomen before hitting your bottom lip.

He didn't wait, Light never waited for a sign that you were ready. Right now, just like always, you were there for him. Thankfully, however, he had the common decency to begin slowly. With a teasing, light thrust, he pushed his cock between your gloss slick lips and into your wet, always welcoming mouth.

"Gooood, that's it, baby," He sighed, voice rough and smug, crooning with false sweetness that you almost believed.

Always eager to please, you readied yourself. Hot, soft tongue under his smooth shaft, ensuring your teeth were covered, and relaxing your throat for him. With Light, you never simply sucked him off, he fucked your throat as if it were a second pussy, and by now, you knew how to prepare yourself for him.

Without warning, his cock began to slam in and out of your mouth. He fucked into your mouth as if you lacked a gag reflex, like you had no need for oxygen. He gave you the courtesy of allowing you to brace yourself on his thighs, which wasn't common. Usually, he would smack your hands away, as if your touch disgusted him, demanding you take his cock with no hands, for the simple fact that he enjoyed seeing his pretty doll struggle.

But, he supposed he couldn't appear too depraved, L was watching. Not that you knew.

"Fucking choke, yeah," He muttered under his breath, unsure that even you were able to hear over the sound of your own pathetic spluttering and gagging. Head thrown back, hair mussed, he sped up. Cock dragging up and down your throat, like you were nothing more than a cheap pocket pussy, his only thought being to chase his release.

"Be good and swallow." It wasn't a question, but a demand, one you knew you couldn't refuse. Maybe he'd kiss you if you were good.

Nodding, followed by a wanton mewl, you began to put yourself to work. With each snap of his hips, the lone vein which ran along the underside of his cock, thick and rigid, was massaged by your abused tongue. Your cheeks hallowed, suctioning around his cock even more so than before.

A quiet grunt was all he gave you. No praise, just a guttural groan before he spilled into your mouth. Both hands on the side of your head, he held you still. White, tangy cum spilled out from your slicked lips as your nose smashed against his lower pelvis.

"Ugh, fuck-" He released your head, abruptly pulling from your throat. He tucked himself back into his slacks immediately, not sparing you a glance until he was fully zipped and buttoned back up.

"Light?" You rasped, melted into his sheets, laying boneless and used with messy hair and a wet face.

Oh. You probably wanted praise, didn't you?

"You..." Softness didn't come easy to Light. Sincere softness, anyway.

Blinking up to him with wide, expectant eyes, he relented. Not for your sake, but his own. L was watching, and after all, this entire plan of his was simply to convince that bastard that he was a normal guy who loved his girlfriend.

Bending down, he kissed your forehead. "You did good." He muttered, sounding as genuine as he could, attempting to look down at you with as much fondness as he could manage.

And you were happy. So stupidly happy, because from Light, you knew that was as much as you would get.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

sunshine reader x L oneshot

NOT THE SMUT...but that's coming soon.

Yalllll this L smut is taking me wayyyy too long to finish, I've been hit with inspiration in the WRONG department (katsuki series), and now that's all I can think about. Until I'm able to crank out the actual L smut, have this little oneshot about joining the kira task force!

"I'm here," you announce cheerily, bursting in through the door with a big smile and a briefcase in your hands.

"Uh, sorry, who are you," Mogi asks, stopping you at the door. He had a stern look on his face, like he thought you were tresspassing.

"She is a consultant on this case," L says calmly, not turning from his place before his computer, his thumb pressed to his lips in thought, his knees to his chest.

"everyone, this is (Y/n). Make yourselves acquainted."

"A consultant?" "What do you need consulting on?" "I thought you said you didn't need anymore detectives."

L sighed, a frown appearing on his lips as he glanced back toward where the group would be. "I thought I told you to acquaint yourselves," he said tiredly. What a lovely first day.

over the next week, they did in fact acquaint themselves. You got to know everyone, especially because you lived in HQ. There was Misa, Aizawa, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Mogi, and, of course...Light Yagami. You knew him well. Through L's retellings, anyway. Why did he tell you? Because you were dating. Plain and simple.

L hadn't told anyone on the team, for good reason...at least, it was probably good reason. Either that, or he didn't tell because no one asked. He was like that, only speaking as he pleased. It amused you, it was something that drew you to him.

Even so, they noticed when he gave you special treatment. Once, during a presumed all-nighter for the detectives, you stood from your seat next to L, Stretching and yawning.

"I'm going to head to bed." It was only 10, far earlier than any of the others dared ask to go, not wanting to seem like slackers. L looked up at you questioningly, tilting his head. "You never go to bed this early."

You shrug. "I'm tired, and if I'm too tired tomorrow, I won't be able to work as efficiently."

L sighed, looking back to his computer. "I won't stop you," he said indifferently.

You smile and thank him, standing and making your way to bed. Everyone else was flabbergasted. Matsuda stood from his desk, leaning on it with his hands as he stared at the back of L's head. "Why does she get to leave early? If any of us asked to go at a time like this, No way you'd let us!"

"Have you asked," L responded, gently spinning his chair around to face him.

"well I-...no..."

L gave him an expectant look, scratching the top of his foot with his toes.

"...can I go to bed?" everyone was watching with intrigue. Was that really all it took???

"...no."

Matsuda looked shocked. Everyone else simply went back to work, the already dingy mood dampened even further.

"It's cause she's pretty, isn't it?"

L looked up in thought, his thumb rubbing at his lips.

"Mmnnn....I suppose it is," he mused.

All matsuda could do was sit down in disbelief. "can you believe this," he asked Aizawa in a whisper. "Of course I can. That's L for you."

As another piece of evidence, he simply likes you more. He lets you talk and talk all day long about anything on your mind, when you go on food runs he actually asks you for things (He never asks the other detectives, no matter where they're going), and he shares any of his treats with you.

"I recall you saying you enjoy strawberry flavoring. Is that still accurate?" he's already cut you a sizable slice of strawberry cake, so your answer doesn't matter.

"have you ever had carambola? It's not very remarkable on it's own." Because of him, your first and only experiences with the fruit are in tanghulu form.

Anything he eats, you at minimum try.

Lastly, and most importantly, he shamelessly stares at your body. It is unbearably obvious that you distract him sometimes, when you're talking like nothing and he's watching the subtle movement of your tits, caused by your excessive gesticulations, his thumb tracing his lower lip in thought as he analyzes the exact weight they must have to move in such a way. Many of the others assume L is simply a creep, a creepy weirdo staring at the new pretty woman in HQ.

Light knows better. He knows, he can see it, there is more. It's not just lust, L is better than that, more complex. Either this is some way to trick Light, or he's doing this to benefit himself and this case in some way. There is more, and he will find out what it is.

Of course, you know better than all of them. There is more, the more is that you are together, and beyond that, there is nothing. He just finds your chest rather captivating. You can't blame him. The end.

Long story short, everyone knows he has a bias towards you, for one reason or another, and he doesn't do much to hide it. There were so many theories spread between them, and as a surprise to no one, it was filtered through misa. She knew best about this social stuff, after all.

"Do you see the way she smiles at him? They have to be dating," Matsuda whispers.

"What? No way, Girls smile at guys for more reasons than being with them," Misa scoffs.

"What if this is a test? Maybe he's testing us," Mogi puts forward.

"On what," Misa asks incredulously.

"I don't know, I'm not the genius...What do you think, Light? You're the closest to him."

"Me...? I don't know, why don't you just ask him."

ask him? To his face? No.

"Fine," Misa nods, standing from the mini huddle. Everyone watched with disbelief as she faced the two of you, working side-by-side before the CCTV footage. She pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you, her voice and expression full of pride, like she cracked some code. "Are you two dating?!"

You look at L. He doesn't look at you.

"Yes," he responds calmly.

"What? Why would you bring her here then? Don't you think Light is kira? Aren't you putting her in danger," Aizawa asks.

"You 6 are the only ones that know...excluding Watari. If She dies, please assume Light Yagami is the culprit."

Silence.

"Now, return to work," he orders, strain and annoyance in his voice from the situation. "I truly hate gossip," he grumbled to you.

taglist: @cheekyweekymouse

[tubbytarchia]

I think people think you hate Scott cuz you don't really say anything positive about him.

Also it feels like you turn Jimmy into a baby in regards to FH. Like, you don't seem to acknowledge that Jimmy also wasn't being very nice to Scott and that it wasn't a one-sided abusive relationship.

Aww man yeah. It's not like morally reprehensible characters can be enjoyed. You guys remember how anyone who liked Scar from Lion King, or Hannibal, or Richard |||, or Light Yagami or Ashfur etc was just a hater? Be honest, do you think I hate Scott because you don't draw as clear a disticntion between him and the CC and are upset by the way I speak, and/or because you personally don't like him in the way I do? Why does my intrigue for someone who does wrong really translate to hate?

But Ok anon I have a game for you: give me specific moments with timestamps in which Jimmy treated Scott bad in ways comparable to moments like:

- Jimmy expressing "what if he starts hitting me?"

- Scott telling Pearl "you just gotta whittle him down to nothing, that's what I did"

- Scott hitting and shooing him away in the bamboo scene

- Scott reaffirming Jimmy's fault when he felt bad about blowing up 3 people

- Scott on repeated occasions babying Jimmy (but apparently I'm babying Jimmy for daring to point it out lol) by instilling his incompetence alone, which Jimmy also adots and starts thinking himself to be. Even at the very beginning of 3L Scott builds Jimmy's house for him because he didn't like how it looked

- Scott in RL causing Jimmy to die with intent by destroying a block below him on the verge of a hole, then blaming it on Martyn, then trying to appeal to Jimmy with a Poppy as if it was supposed to remind him of better times

- Scott pressuring Jimmy to say "I love you" on at least 3 seperate occasions, including one time where he accused him of not saying it back and another where he was sacrificing himself for him

If you're about to tell me that Jimmy was also absuive because he owed Scott, eg he was abusive for not saying "I love you" back, because that's the most common argument I see - please tell me how you're not also babying Jimmy by making the argument that he owed Scott for taking care of him - that he "took Scott for granted"

You can say that I infantilize Jimmy, I think I do, but that's rooted in canon. He gets infantilized in canon on countless instances across several SMPs by other characters, so it becomes relevant in analysis of him in understanding how his skill only ever shines when he's not in a detrimental enviornment that enforces his prrceived incompetence, like with Scott

[grimalkinmessor]

MP100 Characters Ranked on How Likely I Think They Would Be To Use The Death Note:

(because I like combining my hyperfixations ✨)

Mogami. I don't think I have to explain this one.

Ritsu. He is going on a killing spree IMMEDIATELY the boy practically IS Light Yagami, his name is literally spelled with the kanji for justice and he already went on one power-hungry crusade, he is RIPE on the Kira tree og

Dimple. He already has the god complex down, he just has to get on board with the whole killing people thing—considering he's already an evil spirit, it wouldn't take much convincing tbh

Shou. He would cause SO much havoc with it but only for fun. For the meme. For the vine. He kills the Queen of England with it and cackles as he watches the ensuing flood of Megamind memes. He would also threaten his dad into compliance with it because the Death Note isn't Battle Based, it's Instadeath. "Ever go on TV and embarrass me like that again and you're going out by dysentery."

Takenaka. He's not a bad kid, but being telepathic would make him incredibly susceptible to wanting to take bad people out before they did anything wrong. Plus just getting them to shut up. That idiot that keeps having vivid erotic fantasy in the middle of science class has ONE more again before Takenaka would embrace his villain arc whole-heartedly. The only reason he's this far down is because I think he'd hesitate.

Tsubomi. I think she'd kill someone just to see if she could get away with it. Then she'd put it away and only bring it out when certain situations arose that needed a Quick Solution™. That girl knows what needs to be done and she does it—she decisive. Anything like Suzuki happens again and she just drops them dead on live television Lind L. Tailor style and then goes on about her day like nothing happened. All heroes wear pretty hair clips 🙏

Tome. I don't know how to explain this one. Vibes. She feels like she'd be gripped by the powerful urge to kill someone but it would take her a lot to go through with actually writing someone's name down. She'd want to test the Death Note first to see if it worked, so that's one person down, but anyone else would need to have either hurt her or her friends irreversibly, and even then it would probably be a one time thing. She'd use it far less than Tsubomi—two people might actually be her max.

Serizawa. I hc that people with psychic powers can see the Death Note's bad jujus or whatever, so he wouldn't have to test it to know it would work, but I still think he'd use it. If he found it while he was still with Claw, he'd use it because it was easier to kill someone that way than with his psychic powers. Even if it he found it after Claw, it'd be the same reasoning. He's definitely killed people in the past and if someone hurt his friends or his mother he'd very much take the easy out of simply writing down a name rather than going for a fight. He'd still feel really bad about it though, so it'd probably only happen once.

Minori. She uses it to see if it's real, finds that it very much is, and then locks it away in her room. She won't use it, but it'll be a constant thought in her mind. A very real temptation.

Emi. She uses it once out of curiosity to see if it's real, then buries it in the woods where no one will ever find it...but she can go back for it if she ever needs it.

Hanazawa. He's reformed but his temper is still something to behold. He's only this far down the list because he's got that "I could kill you with my powers why would I need a book to do it for me" swag ✨

Shimazaki. Similar to Teru but less reformed. "I would just kill you with my powers why would I need a notebook" two electric boogaloo. Plus he's blind and idk if the Death Note takes braille or morse code.

Toichiro. The ULTIMATE "I'll just kill you with my powers I don't fucking need that thing"

Shinra. He wouldn't use it, but he'd absolutely make the mistake of picking it up and handing it over to someone that WOULD use it (cough rising sun psychic division cOugh)

Onigawara. Talks big shit about using it, but would never. Likes to think he COULD use it though, even though he's too upright for it.

Reigen. Picks it up out of curiosity and gets a laugh out of it, but doesn't test it. He's seen enough shit to be cautious though, so he has Mob look it over and then burns it once Mob confirms it's got bad vibes.

Mob. Sees bad vibes. Doesn't even pick it up. Blasts it into ash and goes home without thinking about it again. Buys milk on the way there.

[kiyomitakada]

AU where Light isn't Kira and the case is over and the task force has disbanded but L is still in Light's life somehow and still thinks he's Kira even though it's been literal years since Kira existed

There's a knock at the door.

Quillsh sighs. Taps his foot — call, response. The door creaks open behind him.

"I can't sleep," L says.

"I am not upping your sedative dose."

"It's not that." Strangely petulant. "You know I could get more myself if I wanted to."

"What is it, then?"

No answer. Quillsh swivels around. He recognizes the sheaf of paper in L's hands almost instantly.

"L," he says, trying for gentle and landing on tired. "It's been three years."

"It was too easy."

This is Quillsh's fault, really. He's the one who raised L into what Interpol calls a stimulation-seeking deduction machine. It is no surprise that it would be vulnerable to this type of software bug. But how could he have known to patch—

No, he reminds himself. L is a person. He cares about L, and he knows L cares about him, in his own way. Quillsh gets like this sometimes when he's stayed in the darkness of the computer room for too long; he starts seeing bits and pieces of machinery in everyone. Even L. Especially L.

The other children — it's best not to think about them.

"You know the notebook works," he reminds L, who is still standing motionless, framed by light. "You tested it. You know Kuroha confessed."

"Kitamura," L mumbles to himself. "Yes, under duress."

"As I recall, you were the one to suggest the duress."

L lifts his eyes to the ceiling, then back down. "She could have had an accomplice."

"If she did, they aren't active anymore."

"She could have been framed."

"L," Quillsh says. "Heart attacks have returned to their natural frequency and stayed there. For three years."

The room is dark, but Quillsh is a sharpshooter and so it is easy to see L's knuckles whiten in his pincered grip on the standard college-ruled notebook paper. "You tell them to never leave a lead unturned, don't you, Watari?"

That gives him pause. "What?"

"My successors," L says, voice going flat.

"Of course." Well, Quillsh isn't the one telling them that. Roger is. He wonders, briefly, how Roger is doing, and then stops wondering. "They look up to you, you know. They don't know about the current situation, but…"

"I'm aware." And then L smiles, incongruously bright. "So I'm being a good role model. Justice investigates until the very end."

Quillsh blinks at him.

L sighs. "That wasn't very good, was it?"

"L," and he really isn't equipped for this, is he, but he tries anyway: "You know it's alright for you to want to go to college. To… take a break. We wouldn't judge."

"I don't ever want to take a break," L mutters. "This isn't a break. It has to be him."

Ah. There it is.

"Light Yagami."

"He could have done it," L says, letting go of one corner of the note paper to lift a thumb to his mouth. "You can't deny that it would be interesting. He could have set up the whole thing."

Interesting is… an interesting word for it. Quillsh nods his assent regardless.

"But there's just no evidence." L chews harder on his fingernail. Quillsh resists the urge to tell him to stop. "Tens of thousands of people dead, Watari. No evidence for his involvement at all."

"Well, because he wasn't involved."

"He has to be," L says. "I'm not wrong about these things."

Quillsh coughs.

L's eyes are on him in an instant. "What is it?"

"Nothing."

"You were going to say something."

Well. No point hiding it anymore. How is he supposed to say this out loud, though?

He coughs again, just for good measure, then says, "How do you feel about Mr. Yagami?"

"The younger one?" L tilts his head. "He's talkative."

Helpful. "Anything else?"

"…He's very suspicious."

Teenagers, Quillsh thinks, with the bone-deep conviction found in those in their elder years that everyone below forty is essentially a teenager.

"You've been his friend for three years," he says. "It's natural to become attached."

L's gaze goes from oppressive to baffled. "What?"

"I don't want you to think that you're barred from making human connections…"

"He's not my friend," L scoffs, as though correcting Watari about the color of the sky. "He's my suspect."

"Does he know that?"

"Yes," L says. "Yes, I think he does."

"And he doesn't mind?"

"He says he doesn't, but it gets to him." The spark in his eyes is as close to a real smile as L gets when he hasn't won a case. "Isn't that strange? Sometimes he'll tell me how upset it makes him, but those times are when he's least upset."

"…I'm glad you're having fun," Quillsh says.

"I'm not," L says, immediately dead serious. "I won't be until I catch him."

What is he to say to that?

"When you do, I'll be there."

"Thank you."

"Was that all?"

"Hm." L looks at one corner of a ceiling. "Yes. I think it was. Goodnight, Watari."

"Goodnight, L," Quillsh says, and watches his — ward, let's say; that's the least charged word he can think of — pad away into the darkness once more.

[ilikekidsshows]

Hey, what are the chances that Ladybug actually evolves into a supervillain (ala Light Yagami per chance), but the narrative might spin this as a REALLY GOOD THING™?

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The show already kinda does that. I mean, Miraculous isn't the kind of show where you just kill people, but it's the kind of show where you bully people just for having a crush on the boy you like, install a spy mirror into a public girls' bathroom and isolate your school bully to live with her abuser. And Marinette is framed as being right for all of this because her victims “deserve” it.

Even when Marinette does something the show acknowledges as indefensible, like gaslighting her boyfriend and [insert Sublimation spoiler], the show goes out of its way to give her every excuse imaginable to try to make her the real victim in the situation. Even when Marinette does something wrong, the writers try to spin it in a way where they play down exactly what she did wrong and how hurt the other party is while also playing up just how hurt Marinette is over her own actions.

This makes it so that, while on paper the show might admit that Marinette is in the wrong for something, the show will never actually treat her as being in the wrong. Being rewarded for her misdeeds is not the same thing as the show making it clear Marinette is in the wrong. At best it's giving contradictory claims, at worst it's giving far more attention to all the ways Marinette was in the right over in the wrong to make it seem like she didn't actually do anything bad. I'm talking about the "she had good intentions" defense and how it ties perfectly with the "but she feels so bad about it" one. Why should Marinette's feelings over what she did wrong matter over those she hurt? Because Marinette will be vindicated, she will be treated as being in the right, even when the writers know she isn't.

Like, the narrative loop of Miraculous functions like this in practise:

Marinette does something wrong -> Marinette is upsette -> Marinette gets comforted / Marinette gets rewarded -> Marinette never has to make up for what she did wrong -> Marinette changes nothing about her behavior -> "Marinette did nothing wrong actually"

I'm just saying, if Miraculous was the kind of show where murder happened, Marinette would get vindicated. I can just see the alternative version of 'Volpina' now where Marinette is on her way to murder Lila to keep her away from Adrien, and, either during this errand or right after, she discovers Lila only ever eats orphan meat so Marinette killing her is celebrated by the fandom as a sign of how heroic she is, despite her actual motive still being jealousy.

The fandom and canon already use retroactive justification for her bullying someone, they would do the same for murder. All the times Marienette already acts like a villain protagonist, the show either makes it out like the victim being a bad person makes it justified, or makes it out like Marinette feeling bad for it means she should be instantly forgiven with no repercussions which, as I illustrated, creates a very strong mental impression that she didn't actually do anything wrong.

For a show with a focus on emotions and a protagonist who constantly hurts others to create drama, there is very little focus on how to mend bridges when your actions hurt others. It does show you exactly how to manipulate others into instantly forgiving you without you needing to make up for your actions, though.

[ladyaaliy]

Echoes of a Lost Light

Pairing: Light Yagami x reader ]

Summary: In a world where trust has become a fragile illusion, y/n finds herself at a cliff’s edge, grappling with the painful truth of who Light has become. As she confronts the remnants of their past connection, she must navigate the darkness that now surrounds him, even as she struggles to let go of the feelings that linger in her heart.

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“How fragile are the bonds we weave, only to watch them unravel?”

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The wind whipped around you as you sat at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the vast emptiness ahead. Tears streamed down your face, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You told yourself not to cry anymore, not to show that kind of vulnerability. But you were so tired. Tired of everyone leaving. Tired of not being able to rely on anyone, of constantly being disappointed. You had always believed you could count on certain people, only to be left alone in the end.

And now, it was Light.

The person you thought you could lean on — the person you had even started to fall for — wasn’t the same anymore. He had changed, maybe more than you could have ever imagined. Kira had consumed him. It was like the Light you once knew was lost, buried somewhere deep, unreachable. You had known for a while now. You knew who he was. But you hadn’t told him. You didn’t need to. Light was too smart for that. He could see it in the way you looked at him now — in the way your once-soft gaze had hardened with quiet understanding.

But tonight, sitting here alone with your tears, it wasn’t just Light. It was everything. Every person you had ever trusted, every relationship that had slowly shattered when you needed it the most. And now, here you were, on the edge again, feeling like you were about to break.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the footsteps until something crunched underfoot behind you. You quickly wiped your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to pull yourself together, only to hear that familiar voice.

“[Y/N],” Light’s voice cut through the stillness. He sounded calm, but there was something behind it, something sharp. “What are you doing here?”

You stiffened, your breath catching as you turned slowly. He stood there, hands in his pockets, his face unreadable, just like always. His presence was overwhelming, like it always had been. But now, instead of comfort, it filled you with dread. You had spent so long trying to avoid this moment, avoiding him, but here he was.

“You’ve been crying,” he stated, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine,” you whispered. “It’s nothing.”

Light didn’t buy it. He never did. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as if he was calculating something. “You’re lying to me.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill again. “I’m just… tired,” you admitted quietly. “I’m tired of everything. Of people leaving, disappointing me. I’m tired of depending on anyone.”

Light’s expression didn’t change, though his eyes softened for just a moment. “[Y/N],” he said again, and this time, it felt different. Almost like the way he used to say your name, before everything changed. Before Kira.

But you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not when you knew the truth. Not when the person standing in front of you was no longer the Light you once trusted.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I don’t recognize who you’ve become.”

Light’s jaw clenched, and he took another step forward. “People change,” he said softly, his voice low. “You should know that.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “Not like this.”

There was silence for a moment. Then, you felt his fingers gently brush against your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen. The touch was so soft, so familiar, and yet it felt wrong.

“I’ve always been this way,” he said quietly, his voice closer now. “You just didn’t want to see it.”

Your heart clenched, and you opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “I used to think… I thought we could be something.” Your voice trembled, and you hated how weak it sounded. “But now, I know it’s too late.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched you. But then something shifted. His eyes softened, and his lips curved into a small smile. “[Y/N],” he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Sweetheart… don’t cry.”

The use of the pet name caught you off guard. He had never called you that before — not in a serious way, at least. It made your heart ache, like he was playing with a part of you that was already too broken. But the smile that followed wasn’t Light. It was Kira. Cold, calculated Kira.

“Don’t cry over something that isn’t worth your tears,” he continued, stepping closer, his hand still resting gently on your cheek. “You don’t need anyone. Not me. Not anyone else. You’re stronger than that.”

The softness in his tone made it even harder to breathe. It felt like a lie, even though you knew he was speaking the truth. His kind words felt empty because you knew who he really was now. You knew what he was capable of.

But the worst part was that you wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that somehow, the Light you used to care about was still there, hidden somewhere underneath the cold exterior. But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“I’m not strong, Light,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’m tired. I’m tired of pretending everything’s fine. I’m tired of everyone leaving, of being let down.”

His smile faded slightly, and his eyes darkened. “People will always leave,” he said, his voice low. “That’s the way the world works. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself.”

You looked away, fresh tears slipping down your face. “Even you,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

Light’s fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His gaze was intense, almost too much to bear. “You don’t have to let go,” he whispered, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to give up on everything, baby.”

The word “baby” rolled off his tongue so smoothly, but it felt wrong. Like he was trying to comfort you, trying to pull you back to him, but with the same coldness in his eyes. The same manipulation. You felt yourself breaking all over again.

You closed your eyes, pulling your face away from his hand. “I already have,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’ve let go of who you used to be. And now, I have to let go of this.”

For the first time, Light didn’t have a response. His hand dropped to his side, his expression unreadable. And for a brief moment, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes — regret, maybe, or something deeper. But whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, calculating Kira.

“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice flat. “It’s too late.”

With those words, everything between you seemed to crumble. The connection you once had, the feelings you tried to ignore — it all disappeared in that moment, swallowed by the reality of who he had become.

Without another word, you turned away from him, walking toward the cliff’s edge. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. Because you knew the person standing behind you wasn’t the Light you had once known. He was someone else now.

Someone you could never trust again.

And it was time to let go.

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NOTES :

Hey y’all, not to much on this, I tried my best to keep Lights character as realistic and canon as possible 😭🙏🏽

but how we feeling boy this ?

( first posttttt)

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Psalm 34:18 (NIV): “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

[yutamayo]

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #381

Brain Curds are barely-edited fiction, poetry, or just about anything else - drafted in a day or less. Translator’s note: keikaku means plan.

Any attendee of To-Oh University would have been shocked to see honor student Light Yagami in his present state: handcuffed, disheveled, and behind bars. He sat in quiet solitude, since there wasn’t much else to do anyway, and pondered his current situation. His plan - to clear his name of being the mass-murderer Kira - was already in motion. But it got him thinking. What was it that he really wanted from life? Other than universal adoration as a god, of course.

“Ryuzaki?” He called out, looking up at the security camera mounted on the wall.

Behind the monitor, wide awake even after sleepless days of nothing but watching, was the elusive world-famous detective, L, whose gaunt face and true identity were closely-guarded secrets. He pressed the microphone mute switch to reply.

“Yes?”

Now that I’ve come this far… Light thought to himself. I think it’s about time.

“Have you ever…” He paused with a calculated hesitation. “Gotten jealous of girls?”

L was baffled. What is he getting at? Is this some sort of trick to convince me he isn’t Kira?

“What do you mean, Light-kun?”

“Sometimes… I don’t know… I wish I could be like them. Be one of them. Doesn’t Misa look like she’s always having so much fun?”

L looked at the other monitor. Misa Amane was still blindfolded and tied up in a dozen knots. The dress she wore was stained with sweat and urine.

“Uh…” L replied. “Yeah…”

“Sorry.” Light turned his face away. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t. But don’t you want to know if the killings have resumed?”

“I figure you would have told me if they did. Right, Ryuzaki?”

Why is Light telling me this? L pondered. What does it have to do with proving his innocence? Isn’t that the whole reason he volunteered to be jailed?

“I’ve had a lot of time to think in here,” Light continued. “You know, for most of my life, I’ve been so busy studying and dating that I never got the chance to just sit with my thoughts. Maybe I was running from them. Maybe I was ashamed of what I really am.”

What you really are? Are you Kira, Light Yagami?

“I’m… I’m… I’m supposed to be a girl!” Light cried out. “There was a mistake!”

“A mistake?”

“I always thought everyone felt this way, Ryuzaki. But if you don’t, then… then it’s not normal, is it?”

“I may be the wrong person to ask about what is normal, Light-kun.” L swallowed a cream puff in one bite. “Perhaps you should speak to Yagami-san about this.”

“Ryuzaki, if your father was the chief of police, would you feel comfortable telling him his son was a girl?”

“Fair point. But you do have a mother and a sister…”

“And they aren’t here right now. You’re all I’ve got, Ryuzaki. And sitting here alone for hours on end… I’ve begun to feel even worse. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I can’t set you free unless I’m convinced you aren’t Kira, Light.”

“I don’t care about that!” Light yelled out. “The problem isn’t that I’m stuck in here, the problem is that I’m stuck in here with myself! I can’t be this version of me anymore! I can’t live with this flat chest! My sharp, masculine good looks! Yeah, I must look pretty good to you, but this useless penis… I feel I have to… get rid of it.”

“Huh?” Ryuk was in the corner, doing one of his trademark uncomfortable hand-stands due to apple withdrawal. With a cracking of bones, he contorted himself back onto his feet. “That means you want me to take back ownership of your notebook, right?”

Light sighed. Good thing that idiot is invisible to everyone else or he’d blow the whole thing.

“Yeah… I’m sure that’s what you said before. I, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Light, but I wish you well on your transition.” He walked through the cell wall. “Later!”

L played with his lower lip. “Light-kun…”

Light looked back at the camera. “Yes?”

“I will use my connections to get you an appointment with a surgeon in Thailand. It would be cruel to keep you from self-actualizing, even if you are Kira.”

Light’s eyes opened wide. “Thank you, Ryuzaki. You’re a true friend.”

~

Many months later, the SPK was involved in a car chase to capture the suspected third Kira - a man named Kyosuke Higuchi. L and Light rode together in a helicopter, linked by handcuffs. Handcuffs which, since Light was released from confinement, had only been removed once: during her bottom surgery.

The moment the SPK recovered the Death Note and it landed in Light’s hands, all the memories of using it flooded back. She screamed as her even more secret identity - Kira, original flavor - returned to freshly feminized flesh.

“Light-chan?” L queried. “Is your surgery site hurting again?”

“Yes, Ryuzaki. Could you hand me the bottle of pain medication?”

“Of course.”

Hehehehe… Light chuckled in her own head. Keikakudōri!

Penned 2025.03.29

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[madwomansapologist]

i’ll bite, what do you think about omegas?

ehehe you fell into my trap MUAHAHAHAHA

so omegas are more emotionally attuned. they're the ones assuring the pack stays together and everyone understand what the other feels. it can show as an omega that is nosy (if they know everything then nothing wrong can happen), or an overthinker (her steps sound a little be rougher so she's mad at me and will never look at my face again unless i fix everything wrong that i ever did), sometimes as an caretaker that goes way too far because that's their way of making sure everyone is on the same page.

when two omegas are in love it can create a totally accidental psychological warfare. everyone is thinking way too much. caretaker is doing way too much? so overthinker assumes they are the ones doing way too little. which makes caretaker do ever more because if their partner is working so hard it's because they can't be trusted to take care of anything. and so forth and so on. don't matter if this instinct show in the same or different ways, the omegas are constantly having light yagami levels of intern monologue.

but. a alpha4alpha is about knowing how to split the emotional work when omega4omega will eventually understand those constants and not tone it down exactly, but understand when to let the other do the emotional work. not sharing the burden but allowing the other to deal with it on their own way.

so the overthinker will step back, try not to think too much and simply allow the nosy one to be an online stalker. they don't need to know why they're reading the comments on a 2014 photo of someone they just meet.

omega4omega scent in a way to embrace, so the other always smells just a tiny bit like their partners. is for their partners nose to smell, not a random on the street

heats are nice though-sorry alphas. they both want to be the center of attention. the caretaker will know what it feels to be taken care of, the overthinking needs to have a blank mind, the nosy one needs to be reassured. which leads to lots and lots of prone bone and cuddly sex. alpha4alpha have bite marks that look more like a battle scars but omega4omega have chew marks because they couldn't chose between biting or praising so they did both but sloopy

[liquidpaperfoundation1]

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[cat3ch1sm]

🌲| part 2 of Light Yagami x reader smut! for @darkrose33 <33 hope y'all enjoy this next part!

You were far too exhausted to try and fight him when Light's hands slid up your bare arms, slowly climbing up to your shoulders to slide down your dress. You knew this was wrong in every sense of the word- but you were tired, and frankly, you needed someone, anyone to soothe the aching hole in your heart, even if it was Light Yagami. And although the comfort Light spoke of was purely physical, you'd be happy to have a distraction from the pain, even if only for a second.

Your dress collapsed around your ankles, leaving you leaning against the window with nothing more but a velvet red corset and white underwear on. You were a bit bashful, but Light seemingly made no attempt to hide his eyes running up and down your exposed skin, his hands rubbing up and down your arms slowly in a way that made shivers go up your spine.

"Has L ever told you how beautiful you are?" Light asked softly, sliding one of his hands up to your chin and taking it in his hand. You didn't respond, face heated, as you wracked your brain for times L had complimented your appearance- and shamefully enough, you came up with nothing. Light instantly caught your change in expression and smiled slightly, almost arrogantly. "I guessed as much," he chuckled, eyes now resting on your lips, a hungry glint in his eye.

Your eyes narrowed indignantly. "It's not like L was a bad partner, okay? He was only busy- as was I most of the time. wasn't like I ever expected a lot from him affection-wise." But your voice held no conviction, and you did not meet Light's firm stare, your eyes focused on the ground.

"Mm." Light chuckled again, and once again your cheeks began to grow hot. "Arguing with me again, Y/N? I think I liked it better when you weren't talking."

"You- Light-!"

You opened your mouth to protest, a little peeved now, but before you could get a word out Light's lips were pressed against yours, your face still in his grip, and his other hand now had both of your wrists captured. You emitted a tiny squeak at the sudden kiss, but Light paid no mind and only deepened it, his lips engulfing yours. You writhed against the stained glass, trying to fight off the feeling of Light's mouth on yours- it was beginning to feel dangerously good, and to allow him of all people to make you feel such a way so soon after your lover's death seemed immoral. But he held fast to your wrists, pressing you roughly against the wall as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, immediately meeting yours. At last being forced to drop your guard, you kissed him back, your tongues intertwining and the indecipherable but addicting taste of Light Yagami filling your mouth.

Just when you thought you were going to completely lose your breath, Light pulled away, a thin string of saliva still connecting your tongues and both of your lips glossy. You were totally flustered now, struggling to regain your composure as Light only looked at you with that insufferable self-superior expression of his.

Light leaned in again, and for a second you thought he would kiss you again, but he brought his lips close to your ear and whispered: "I know you want more- let me make you feel better than L ever could." His hot breath blew directly into your ear, making you shudder once more.

You let out a quick exhale, your lips still parted and your face covered with a furious blush. "Feel-"

Light silenced you with a brazen lick to the tip of your ear followed with a quick nibble with his teeth, making you catch your breath in your lungs. "What did I say about talking, Y/N?"

You only continued to stare down at him in shock, your heart rate skyrocketing. Light smirked up at you, his eyes holding the reflection of the glass window behind your body. "Much better. Now- I want you to sit down right here on the ground, legs up."

"Legs up?" You repeated the command with a tone full of appall, the butterflies intensifying in your stomach. Light raised a brow at you, and you quickly recalled what he'd told you earlier. You could plainly see that the desire he had for you was only growing, and your defiance wasn't seeming to put him off. Without looking at Light, you promptly sat down with your legs bent upward toward your chest, nothing but your underwear concealing your genitalia. You felt completely exposed as you peered back up at Light, who nodded in approval and got down himself to join you on the wine carpet.

"So cooperative." You emitted a low, breathy growl in your throat, unappreciative of being patronized. Light just rolled his eyes and fixed you with that smile of his that never failed to make your knees weak- good thing you were already on the ground.

Light slid his hands up your legs slowly, teasingly, rubbing little circles with his thumb on places he knew you were sensitive at, making you draw in breath after breath as he made his way closer and closer to your underwear. His hands were strong and warm, massaging the skin of your inner thighs until he reached your damp panties.

Light chuckled at your arousal and outright laughed at you upon seeing your rubescent face, too prideful to look at him directly. "Don't be so shy, Y/N- we'll tend to that little problem soon enough." And with that, he pressed his thumb into your throbbing clit and began to rub it in delicate circles, eyes firmly fixed on yours the whole time to gauge your reaction.

"Oh..." Your legs writhed against the ground, attempting to clamp around Light's moving hand, but he blocked your thighs without any problem and kept it up, his grin only widening as your face reddened. Waves of pleasure began to roll through your body as Light caressed your sensitive spot torturously through your wet panties, and you tried your very hardest to suppress your light moans. "Mm, Light..."

"There you go. Good, Y/N," Light praised you, legs now in between yours to touch you in just the right way. He leaned in on all fours to kiss you again, still rubbing your clothed sex, wanting to feel the vibrations of your quiet moans on his own lips. You whimpered a little when Light suddenly pressed on your clit quite roughly, making you arch your back some against the wall.

Light eventually pulled back, hand still in between your legs as he picked up his pace, making you cry out again and throw your head back. "Look at you already..." he mused with a small smile, and taking advantage of your exposed neck he began to kiss and suck on your skin, only adding to your moans at the soft sensation of his warm and wet lips on your skin. Meanwhile, he took two fingers and began to roll your clit in between the tips, drawing a pleasured groan from you.

"Light, Light, Light, oh, please don't tease me..." you whimpered, reaching your arms up and clutching the dark fabric of his suit.

"As you wish." Light removed his lips from your neck and tugged your underwear aside to push two fingers inside of you- making you arch your entire back and brokenly cry out Light's name. His fingers began to move rhythmically inside of you at a steady pace, every movement somehow rubbing every place it needed to inside of you. You were struggling for air now, your nails digging into Light as he fingered you relentlessly.

"Your face is so pretty when it's all flushed and moist, Y/N... I wonder, did you ever make this face for L, hm?" Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Light abruptly curled his fingers, wrenching a small shriek from you as you began to quiver.

"Oh, fuck, oh- Light..."

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? I'd like an answer, Y/N..." Light fixed his eyes staunchly on you, and you knew very well that he was aware what he was doing to you- but you could do nothing but sit there and whimper.

Light slowed his pace some, the wet sounds of your dripping sex matching the rhythm of his long fingers, and you took this opportunity to try and answer Light before he pulled anything else. "I- when L and I were together, we- oh, fuck, Light!"

Light sped up once more, rubbing your g-spot within you mercilessly as he continued to stare at you. "When you and L were together, you what?" Light prompted, roughly gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. You were quite a sight now- face completely flushed, lips parted and gasping, your eyes half-shut and your cheeks glistening with sweat. Light licked your lower lip as you continued to whimper his name, the tip of his nose brushing yours. "I don't care how you feel right now- I want an answer, darling."

"Li- Light, you won't even- ah! God- aa-ahh-"

"Hm- still being stubborn?" Light remarked, feigning disappointment. "I guess I'll have to get my answer another way." Without warning, Light's head dropped straight in between your thighs, and his tongue extended itself to land on your sore clit while his fingers continued to work your body to orgasm. He began to run his tongue up and around your clit, making obscene slurping noises to agitate you more.

"Ah! Oh, fuck, Light, Light, please- oh..." You bucked your hips involuntarily, your body completely turning on you now and craving more of Light's touch.

"Is my name really all you can say?" Light questioned airily. "Slut." He delivered a particularly rough lick to your clit, making you curl your toes and let out an almost pained whine.

Your hands found their way to Light's brown hair and dug into it, gripping his hair as if it was your lifeline as he licked you into oblivion, his hot saliva and skilled fingers overwhelming you and reducing you to nothing more than a pile of moans and whimpers. His question forgotten, all you wanted right then was for Light to make you come.

"Oh, oh, fuck, Light, don't stop, please don't stop, please, I need you..."

"Mm, you always did," Light replied nonchalantly from beneath you, and despite your current state you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. Would his cockiness never go away?

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Light queried, still sucking at you vigorously, tongue tormenting your clit to no end. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please, Light, please make me- ah!- cum, please.."

"First- admit you never loved L."

You froze.

What?

You weren't going to allow yourself to drift too deeply into thought about your entire relationship with L- your wounds were nowhere near that healed. So, bottom line was- what?

Legs still shaking, you managed to stutter out- "I can't- I can't do that."

"But you will."

You were actually stunned into silence. Light hadn't even thought about it. He'd just outright said it. And it was common knowledge that Light was no idiot.

And to be honest, this whole situation had you doubting your own self. You weren't entirely sure where exactly you were supposed to go from here.

So, was he right?

Above you, the stained-glass window shone brilliantly upon the wall.

In the sanctuary, L's body lay, a single stray flower blowing across the lid of the coffin.