#dn x reader

[dn-imagines-in-2023]

DATE NIGHT

Light

Is pretty open to whatever you want to do. If you ask him to choose, he'll go with the classic dinner at a nice restaurant and maybe go to a museum or something.

He's a very good conversationalist. He loves to learn so he's very easy to talk to; he remembers details.

'Oh, they hate this color, I better pick a different tie.'

If you're doing something fun, he'll have a good time. But he's not a fan of the 'lay around on the couch' kind of dates, they make him feel unproductive.

L

He LOVES the lay around on the couch type of dates. They're a good safe option for him when it's not safe for him to be in public.

When it is safe for him to be in public he's completely shameless. All of his habits and quirks are out on display for the whole world to see and he does not care if he gets judged for it.

So if you can't handle the secondhand embarrassment of your boyfriend having his bare feet out for free, you're going to have a bad time.

If you do go out, he likes quieter, more private dates. A library, a park, places that aren't too crowded or chaotic.

Cafes and bakeries are always a win for obvious reasons.

Misa

She really goes all out. You have to schedule your dates with her, because they can be like 6 hours long.

She's a big fan of classic romantic dates. The 'dinner and a move' kind of thing.

I think she would absolutely love to take you to a masquerade. A chance to experiment with fashion and dance with you all night? She'd be all over it.

She would also like shopping dates. She loves to pick out clothes she thinks would look good on you and will let you pick out things for her too.

Takes lots of cute pictures through the night and displays her favorites in her room.

Mello *NSFW mentioned*

He’ll only go on dates with you on his off time- work always comes first. He has to beat Near by any means necessary, that means his love life comes second to that. In another world where everything was resolved neatly, he would likely be more willing to engage in romance.

Mello loves an adrenaline rush. His favorite dates are always a little risky and you always end up sweaty and out of breath (in a good way.) 

I imagine he would like taking you out for drinks and going dancing- probably to raves rather than nightclubs. 

The dark is a nice excuse to hold your hand- so you don’t get separated of course. 

When you’re so exhausted and dizzy you can’t see straight, he’ll call you both a cab and you’ll do everything short of have sex in the back of it.

The real fun starts when you both get upstairs ;)

Matt

Matt loves relaxed stay-at-home dates. You hop on multiplayer on a really relaxing game like stardew valley or minecraft and just lay in a snuggly pile of blankets together. 

I think he would also like dates where you make something together- trying a new recipe, or making an art project. It might not turn out great - he doesn’t have a sophisticated palette or a lot of artistic skill, but he would have a lot of fun.

He doesn’t mind going out once in a while, but he doesn’t like dressing up. He hates wearing ties. He’ll do it occasionally for your sake, but it’s not his favorite.

Near

He doesn’t really do specifically set out *dates*. You both just… end up in each others company.

It’s never a case of ‘Let’s set aside this Saturday at 7 for a date night.’ Usually, you just end up in his room while he’s working, you distract him, and you two end up spending the next six hours talking.

I imagine he would like that type of date, where you sit and have a really, really good conversation for hours and hours.

Especially since you’re one of the only people in the world who can really keep up with him.

He might bring out something for you two to work on together, some of his toys, puzzles, models, etc.

He likes meticulous, detail oriented work. Introduce him to knitting/crochet and you two can sit and knit together for hours. (embroidery would also work for this.)

Matsuda

Silly goofy guy.

He likes new experiences, he’s willing to try just about anything once. So if you have a really wild date idea, he’s probably down with it.

If he’s the one to come up with the date, he tries to put some thought into it and make it personal to you. But he has trouble coming up with new ideas so he tends to stick to what he knows - you two have a dedicated date night restaurant you both like.

I have no idea why, but I imagine he would love live theater? Like specifically musicals. Take him to see Hairspray, he’ll have the time of his life.

[mamas-ethereal-gun]

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Light Yagami x Black fem reader

(I was thinking how I use to hate Light but the I realized all the guys I’ve had a crush on are exactly like him…)

Academic student! Light Yagami who since he was a little boy, only cared about his grades.

Academic student! Light Yagami who, even in his senior year of high school, never held a girls hand.

Academic student! Light Yagami who does have a lot of girls that want him and yet he pays them no mind.

Academic student! Light Yagami who met you when a you got paired together for a project.

“Nexted, let’s do…” your teacher scans the class, trying to figure out who doesn’t have a partner. “Light and (y/n).” Light scans the room for a “(y/n)”. He’s pretty self centred, forgetting peoples names after 3 seconds off knowing them.

Finally he finds you, looking at the work sheet your teacher previously handed out. Light wasn’t going to lie to himself. You are one of the most beautiful girls he set his eyes on but his main focus is his grades.

Once your teacher said begin, Light walked towards your desk with some of his notes in his hand. He takes an empty chair and pulls it to the opposite side of your desk. “Hi” A warm smile forms on his face. “Hey. Um let’s get started.” ‘Very straight to the point.’ Light thought as you pulled out both a blank piece of paper and the rubric.

“So what topic do you want to do?” You asked, placing the pieces of paper on the desk. “I think we should do this one.” Light points to the topic section on the rubric. “since it’s seems simple, but when you look more into it, it’s more complex than what most people think.” He continues. “Yeah I agree but…” Light rises an eyebrow. “Don’t you think that there are limited things we can write for it?” You question.

Light is confused. Because he’s so smart, no one really question his better judgment, especially when it comes to projects. “Well what do you think we should do?” He asks “Well..” you look at the paper. “We should do it on the death penalty. Reason being, there is so much we can do for examples. We could reference crimes that didn’t deserve to have the penalty. We could reference ancient be headings. We can also contrast and compare certain ones and use out better judgment to determine if they were deserved or not.” You continue.

“Hey..” He’s impressed. “I really like that idea. Yeah let’s do that.” He smiled. A slight blushie smile appeared on your face. You were kind of rambling yet he was still really engaged. Usually people just tune out what your saying.

Academic student! Light Yagami who became more fond of you during and after the project done.

Academic student! Light Yagami who would help you with your work, if you help him with his.

Academic student! Light Yagami who started to come home later because you two would spend the weekends studying together.

Academic student! Light Yagami who suggests that after you’re done studying for the day, the two of you watch a movie before he leaves.

Academic student! Light Yagami who gets all red when you move closer to him.

Academic student! Light Yagami who when you fell asleep on him, stoped watching the movie to watch you. He admired every single one of your features. From the braids that he pushed out the way to see your face. To your lips that he stared at, imagining they were kissing all over him.

Academic student! Light Yagami who immediately stoped himself from thinking these thoughts but he couldn’t help it.

Academic student! Light Yagami who finally realizes and accepts the fact that he’s in love with you<3

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A/n𐙚🧸ྀི: sorry this took so long (˘•‿•) I had exams lol. Also I think I will start doing death note fics

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[dearestones]

His Eyes Focused On You (L x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW, nothing too explicit, established relationship, etc. 

Anonymous Request: i was wondering if i could request something about nsfw interaction with L x reader in an established relationship:“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  thank you so much 😊 

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It’s a tangle of limbs and half muttered phrases, all of it crooned or muttered in throes of passion. There's bedsheets and pillows, the fragrance of pastries and the stagnant air that accompanies hotel rooms. As you're swept up in the rising heat of frantic touches and lingering kisses, you can barely keep your eyes open, wanting to savor the moment of pure vulnerability.

Your bed partner, all toned muscle and soft grunts, is holding you tightly, almost too tight. The pressure is comforting, making you believe that this is real.

It has to be real.

"Are you okay?"

You can't help but ask, as your back arches off the bed, your chest meeting his eager mouth. His tongue laves around your sensitive skin and his hands, soft finger pads and calloused palms exploring every inch of your body.

At your question, he pauses and his dark eyes meet yours. 

Before you had become close to him, intimate in a way that you knew was afforded to few people, you didn't peg him for the type of person to want to get physical with another human being. Of course, you knew that most people had needs. You just assumed that based on his line of work and his preference for privacy, you thought that he would use other means to satisfy his primal urges. And if toys or other sources of stimulation weren't enough, then you supposed that he must have sought carnal satisfaction through sex workers.

For the most part, you were right. As a detective on the move, it was imperative for him to remain loose and detached from others. Sex workers, escorts, and the like could be bribed into silence. Machines and toys could be bought anonymously online. However, months of close relations and intimate conversation had culminated into the slow and steady crescendo of you and your beloved partner finally settling into each other's arms in an erotic dance that had you swaying your hips and falling neatly into his arms. 

Over and over again. 

Was it purely all physical? 

You hoped that this relationship meant something to him. Many days were spent poring over his investigations and most nights were spent in each other’s arms. He loved talking, you knew that, but he also liked observing you. Watching you. Making note of your likes and dislikes, what made you tick, what made you smile that special smile of yours that made him proud. 

In turn, you did the same. 

You could never fool yourself into thinking that you truly knew every aspect of him, but when you were close together like this, with both your hips moving against each other in unison, sweet friction inciting the embers of passion, you thought you could finally see the man underneath the facade of a cold, analytical character. You had never doubted that he was human, but you never knew that he could lower his defenses to reveal that he was warm to the touch and that his heart beat fast under your touches. 

“Are you okay?” You ask again, insistently this time. One of your hands lands on his bicep while the other cups his cheek. It’s intimate, too close to tender and leagues away from pure carnal intent. Often, the both of you would incite foreplay through banter, build up the tension with lingering touches and innuendo and then finally consummate your union. However, it was rare for soft touches that conveyed nothing more than affection and the trust that you had for him. 

L, your lover, trusted you enough that you wouldn’t kill him in his sleep. 

But L, the world’s greatest detective, only looked to you for help whenever he needed insight on one of his cases. 

Having resigned yourself to the fact that this relationship was never going to be in your favor, you would not be surprised if L had decided to shrug away your soothing touches and continued to bring the both of you to completion. You would not lie: you ached for the sweet release of bliss, but you were content to remain connected as is, bodies intertwined and your sweat dripping and pooling together underneath your bodies and soaking into the sheets. 

Yet, just when you were about to release L and to urge your hips to move against his, you felt your heart flutter with warmth when he interlaced his fingers with your fingers that caressed his cheek. For a brief moment, his dark eyed gaze kept you entranced, the look in his eyes seemingly expressionless, but the intensity stemming from a passion that you had never seen him display so brazenly before. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” It comes out as a whisper, barely louder than your moans as he leans closer to you, his every movement brushing against your most sensitive parts of you. There’s a broken, jagged edge to his tone, like a porcelain vase that had been broken and sanded down to prevent injury. Scars that never healed right. 

L continues to hold your gaze and the grip that he has on your body seems to tighten and grow even warmer.

You’re lightheaded, but still very much aware of your surroundings and of course, L. 

“It’s because I love you,” you whisper without any hint of irony or shame. Perhaps if you weren’t naked and swept up in his arms, maybe you might have thought twice about admitting such a thing, but in that moment, you wanted to be true to yourself. 

“I love you,” you say again. 

L holds you close, his dark eyed gaze never waving before you notice that the lines of his lips have softened and that one corner had lifted into a soft smile. Bending down, he presses a kiss–too chaste for this situation, but so very telling of his true desires–to your temple before he continues his ministrations from before, careful to keep his pace steady and his eyes focused on you. 

It didn’t matter if he didn’t say it back. 

His actions spoke otherwise. 

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[alex-rambles]

request: reader cuddling BOTH L and Light at once??? thanks

YES you can!

(No srsly need poly representation)

Miss relatable af

READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

Misa's annoying voice cuts through the room. When you look over, she's wearing a rather... provocative outfit.

Light rolls his eyes slightly, but walks over to his "girlfriend." Little does poor Miss Famous know, you, L, and Light are all having a merry little relationship.

"Misa, what are you wearing?"

"Ah, Misa-Misa wanted to impress you, so I put on one of the outfits I modelled!"

You roll your eyes at her referring to herself in the third person. She does it to sound cute, but she just sounds like a weirdo.

"Misa, no offense, but I need some time alone."

"Light, you're spending so much time with Ryuzaki and Y/N recently! You never have time for me! It's a little frustrating, you know?"

"I'm sorry, Misa, just- we'll have a date tomorrow, right?"

"Really? Yay! We haven't had a date in forever and blah blah blah..."

You eventually tune out her ramblings, but within a few minutes, Light sits down by you, throwing his arm around you.

"Is number two being annoying again?" you asking teasingly.

"Is she ever not? I don't even know why I trusted her with this in the first place, she's... you know what? I'm at a loss for words!"

Light seems exasperated.

"I need her as an asset, her Eyes are valuable, but good God...! The girl's mad!"

You cover his mouth. "Shush, shush, it's the raven...!"

Light perks up at the mention of his "rival and hated enemy."

"Ryuzaki! You decided to join us!" you exclaim.

"Evidently," he says, squatting onto the couch. "Light-kun, move your arm."

Light does not move his arm, rather he scoots closer to you.

You stifle a laugh.

"Fine."

L stands up and then... squats on your lap, causing you to laugh even harder.

"Must you two always fight?" you giggle.

Light throws his head back. "This is ridiculous."

You hug L while Light rests his head on your shoulder. "Y/N..."

L remains in his ridiculous sitting position on your lap until you shove him off. "That's really uncomfortable!" you explain.

"Fine, fine. Light-kun, we'll share for the time being."

"Uh-huh, whatever."

L sits next to you, one hand on his knee, his opposite arm around you. L and Light's fingers interlock slightly.

...

Quite sad, really. Happy moments like these will eventually be lost to Light's steadily declining sanity.

[bubblegumanatomy]

Lunchtime - Matsuda x Reader (gender neutral)

synopsis_ after matsuda has a rough day, you try your best to comfort him during a lunch together

word count_ 1,479

warning_ fluff, hurt/comfort, very cringey

note_ this is the first fanfic i've written so yeah, i know it's really, really bad. but i love matsuda soo :)

Quickly going through your notes, you make sure to double-check all the names. Despite it being tedious work, you were interested in the new turns this case was bringing. Just a few months ago you joined as a member of the task force, looking to find and put an end to Kira, and now you were investigating the renowned insurance company, Yotsuba Cooperation.

Standing up, you made your way towards L, carrying the sizable stack of papers in your hands.

“Ryuzaki, Here's a list of domestic employees in the Yotsuba Group.”

“Thank you very much”, L said as you handed it to him. He started looking through the papers, and you being unsure of what to do next, awkwardly stood there watching him. While doing so, you felt someone's gaze fixed on you. Looking up, you saw who it was. Matsuda.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Despite trying to keep up your enthusiasm, you couldn’t lie, this was all really draining on you. It had only been a handful of people in the police force who joined the Kira investigation, and your decision to do so didn’t come without its consequences. In the past few days, ever since your parents found out about the ultimatum given by the police force, they've been calling you nonstop and pressuring you to leave the investigation behind, saying that it wasn't worth losing your job over. At times, you agreed with them. All this pressure and putting your life at risk... made you wonder if your contributions to the team even made it worth the cost.

But Matsuda... made things a bit better. He was the only person in the task force you felt like you could really talk to. Everyone else was too serious, understandably so, but it didn’t help put your mind at ease.

For the past few weeks, you and Matsuda have been eating lunch together, discussing just about anything. Talking about the investigation, your otherwise somewhat mundane lives, your futures, and other things you found interesting. Whether that be senseless conspiracy theories on Kira or about how you thought L was leading the case.

You found a lot of comfort in these lunchtimes together. It was much more than just a lunch with a friendly colleague. It was a bit of normalcy and positivity in your otherwise gloomy and stressful life. And it wasn't just the upbeat conversations that helped. Whenever the feeling of worthlessness started to grow on you, when you felt like you might be nothing more than dead weight to the task force, he would hurriedly try to convince you otherwise, with one of his hands covering his mouth, still stuffed with food, leading to more than one occasion of him choking.

Now, as you were smiling at him, you recognized what he was feeling. You'd seen that look in his eyes many times before. Just like you did from time to time, he was also feeling quite useless to the task force.

His smile quickly dropped as he put on a more serious face.

"Ryuzaki! Is there anything I can do, besides being Misa's manager?"

"You want to be useful?" L asked, not sparing Matsuda a glance.

"Yes!" Matsuda answered eagerly. He seemed ready to do just about anything to prove himself.

"Then could you get me another cup of coffee?"

You cringed at L's reply and felt upset about how Matsuda seemed so defeated by L's request. It wasn't just L who made comments like that. Unfortunately, Matsuda was a frequent recipient of criticism from most of the task force.

Even so, he walked away to fulfill L's request, looking back at you for a moment. You tried to give him a sympathetic smile, and again, he smiled back, just like he always did. But this time, the smile seemed forced.

time skip to lunch time

You waited anxiously at the place where you and Matsuda usually had lunch. He was never this late, in fact, you two would usually walk here together. But you haven't seen him since he went to fetch L's coffee, and it was beginning to worry you. Matsuda was relatively good at not letting all of the stress and criticism get to him. He was always quick to bounce back and have a smile on his face. It was one of the reasons you liked him so much, and in a 'more than friendly colleagues' kind of way. But today might have been his breaking point.

After a few more minutes, you finally saw him coming your way. His hair was slightly disheveled, lunch in one hand and papers in another. You quickly straightened your back and put on a smile to try and brighten the mood that you knew wouldn't be all that great. However, the second he sat down, your face dropped.

His eyes were slightly red, and even though he had a smile on his face, it was obvious that he had just cried.

He quickly looked at his watch, "I'm sorry I was so late y/n! I seem to have lost track of time." he said letting out a laugh.

You looked at him as he quickly opened his lunch and started to eat. His eyes looking everywhere but at yours. You figured he didn't want to talk about what was going on. But you wanted to try your best to help him, so you decided to, albeit hesitantly, ask "Hey... Matsuda, are you feeling okay?".

"Of course I'm okay!" He replied almost too quickly, giving you a smile but still not looking directly at your eyes.

You leave it at that and let the silence take over, not wanting to push any further and make him uncomfortable. You also couldn't find it in yourself to continue normal conversations like you always did. Talking about how Kira might be a police officer or even a politician, or complaining yet again about how exhausting the security measures were for getting into the taskforce headquarters.

10 minutes passed by without another word exchanged and it only got increasingly unbearable for you. Lunches with Matsuda are never like this.

"I'm pretty useless aren't I?" he asked suddenly, though in a light-hearted way. The hurt in his voice was more than obvious. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to not cry again.

"What? Why would you even say that? Of course not." you say, putting your chopsticks down and looking at him. "I know how you must feel. I feel that way too a lot, but trust me, you're not useless."

"You don't need to lie to me, I'm not that stupid." He silently remarked, eyes finally meeting yours."

Your heart sank as you looked at his eyes, you finally realized just how much everyone's comments affected him.

"Matsuda... please don't say that. Just think about it. There were well over a hundred police officers in the Kira investigation before, and out of the seven who decided to continue, even when things seemed dangerous, you were one of them. You may not be L or Light, but you're you, and your contributions may be different from theirs, but that doesn't make them worthless."

"Y/n, I..."

"Also, I know that no one applauded or even recognized you for it, but you're the one who helped Light figure out the connection between Kira and the Yotsuba Group, right? That's such a huge lead! How could you ever think you're useless?"

"That was just one small thing. And like you said, only seven people continued. Only seven and yet, I'm still the most incapable and useless. It's not just me who thinks that, everyone does, and I can't even blame them. Everybody else is so serious and I feel like a stupid kid trying to fit in or be of help to someone. "

"No Matsuda." you interrupted while getting up from your seat. "You may think the way you act is "childish" or "stupid", but to me, your ability to stay positive even in such grim circumstances makes everything more... bearable, and I might not be able to speak for everybody else, but I know for a fact that you're the reason I keep on coming here every day, the reason I try my best to work towards finding Kira. I look forward to lunch together, not just because of our fun conversations, but because you give me so much energy and motivation to work harder. I just..."

Knowing the last thing you wanted to say to him, you embraced him in a hug, hoping he could feel all your thoughts and emotions through it. After a few seconds, he returned the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Matsuda... I love you"

There was a long pause before his hug tightened.

He replied, "I love you too y/n."

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hi, El. Would you mind writing the second prompt in Dreams of Poetry with L Lawliet? 200 more until 1000 followers, keep up your stunning works! 🔥

Thank you 🥰

L Lawliet x reader

Navi.

Warnings: none

He had never acted this way before. His fingers shook whenever you sat close by, eyes darting nervously around when he heard your voice, body freezing up whenever your skin brushed his.

He wasn't quite sure when it started. He remembered a time when he enjoyed your company, feeling a sense of relief wash over him when the last Task Force member left the office to leave you both alone. He trusted you. He found comfort in your presence.

Then why did his heart tell him otherwise?

Erratic heartbeats were a tell-tale sign of anxiety. What had happened to him? What had happened to you? It occurred to him that you did not seem infected by whatever ailment it was that plagued him.

"Are you alright?"

His head snapped up, eyes wide as he looked at you.

"No."

"Oh. Can I help?"

You started to fiddle with your hands, nervous under his blank stare.

"I don't know how I feel."

"Do you...do you want to describe the feeling? Maybe I know?"

He hummed, tapping his lower lip with his thumb.

"Alright. My heart is beating erratically and my hands are shaking."

"Always?"

"I believe it is a feeling you evoke. I think...You may have bewitched me body and soul." His breath stuttered as realisation set in. "And I lo- I lo-..." he took a breath. "I love you. And I'm not sure...what to do?" He looked at you for help.

You smiled, taking his cold hands in yours.

"I love you too, L. Don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

[lasinlawliet]

Hii!! um I just saw your page and I want to do a Matsuda x Reader fluff request, where reader is an artist & they been drawing Matsuda on their sketchbook for awhile. And one day Matsuda catches them drawing him on their sketchbook, which leads the reader to confess to him.

Um so yeah I just thought it was a cute idea for a request heh~

This was a super cute request, I hope you enjoy!

Matsuda x Reader - Sketches of Love

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Matsuda for quite some time now. After he accidentally catches you drawing him in your sketchbook, things change between you.

Word count: 1.1k

CW: fluff, reader is slightly insecure, gender neutral reader

If you just smoothed the edges here, maybe added some shading there… Ugh! It was no use; the sketch wasn’t good no matter how many times you went over it. You had really tried your best, too. And spent way too long trying to perfect it, even though it was just a sketch. You thumbed over the sketches you had already done - they were all of your longtime friend and crush Matsuda. He took up most of your sketchbook. You couldn’t help that his face was the perfect thing to help you practice sketching people. You looked back at your first sketch of him. It was undoubtedly a rough draft - you hadn’t even finished the right side of his face! But after comparing it to today’s… Maybe you had gotten better. 

Before you could start a new sketch, the door to task force headquarters swung open. You hurriedly slammed your sketchbook closed. It was just Light returning from his ‘date’ with Misa. Honestly, you felt sorry for her. She deserved better than him. Light ignored you and went to check the updated information on the Kira case. Thankfully, what you did for the Kira investigation didn’t need to be monitored too closely: all you did was thoroughly sift through evidence after it had been looked after by each of the task force members. And if you found anything of note that the others hadn’t, you were to report it. Since your duties didn’t take that long, you had plenty of time to expand your artistic abilities. You hesitantly opened your sketchbook and kept an eye on Light, but he showed no interest in what you were doing. You decided it was safe to start a new sketch, with Matsuda as your subject, of course. 

You were so engrossed with your sketch that you hadn’t even noticed someone else enter headquarters. They took a seat next to you on the couch and you felt the space next to you sink down. You turned your head sharply to see Matsuda peering at your sketchbook, mouth slightly agape. You didn’t have time to close your sketchbook before he caught what you were drawing, but even if you had, you realized he had seen you sketching him. It was obvious - no one else in the task force looked quite like Matsuda did, so you couldn’t pass it off as someone else. As you were contemplating what to do, Matsuda let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked, confused. 

“I never knew you were an artist, Y/N! I’m flattered that you’re drawing me.” Matsuda chuckled again as he ran his hand through his hair. You turned away from him, mostly to stop him from seeing that you were blushing. He was flattered?

“Oh, I’m sorry. Geez, I really do mess everything up… You didn’t mean for me to see that, right?” Matsuda seemed apologetic. He was too sweet for his own good; it was part of the reason you liked him so much. That, and the fact that he was super cute. 

“Uh, yeah.” You said, staring down at the sketch you had drawn of him. Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t tell whether you were excited, scared, or a combination of both. It felt like Matsuda had just looked at something private. 

“I can just forget I saw it, I swear!” Matsuda held his hands together in front of his face. You shook your head.

“There’s no use in pretending.” 

“O-Oh, alright! Well, since you’re an artist, I assume you’ve drawn lots of other things! If it’s okay with you, can I take a peek?” Matsuda’s eyes were locked on yours. It seemed there was no getting out of this. If he saw the rest of your sketchbook, your crush on him would be glaringly apparent. Truthfully, telling Matsuda that you liked him to his face seemed hard to do. But maybe, just maybe, he’d understand your feelings without you having to speak a word. 

You took a deep breath, and flipped back to the beginning of your sketchbook, back to that half-sketch of Matsuda’s face. You angled the sketchbook in a way that Matsuda could see your sketch clearly. He took it in, his eyes going over every line. He didn’t speak for a while, so you flipped to the next sketch: a more finished sketch of his face, but still a rough draft. You continued flipping until you got to today’s sketch. You looked at Matsuda, heart now in your throat. A million thoughts were swirling through your mind. Did he not like it? Was he creeped out? Did he… like it? Was he impressed? Would this change things between you? And if it did, would it be for what you’d been hoping for?

“You’re really talented, Y/N!” Matsuda beamed, a smile growing across his face. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t seem creeped out.

“Thank you.”

“But, uh, why are all of the sketches of me? N–Not that I mind or anything!” Matsuda’s question was innocent, curious. You looked back down at the sketchbook, gripping it tighter. You prayed he’d get the hint.

“Oh…” Matsuda trailed off before he gently placed his hand on your arm. You looked at him, fear starting to set in, but he was smiling.

“Are you trying to tell me that… you like me?” He asked. You nodded, and you were sure he could see your blush by now. Thankfully, Matsuda got the hint. You honestly weren’t sure if he would.

“You know, Y/N, I’ve felt the same way for a while now.”

“What?! Really? Why didn’t you say anything?!” You hit his arm lightly with the sketchbook. 

“Ow…” Matsuda pretended to wince in pain. “I didn’t want it to affect our work. And I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, either.” 

“Gosh… you’re unbelievable.” You giggled. You couldn’t believe that all this time he had liked you back! You looked at Matsuda and smiled before resting your head on his shoulder. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around you before kissing the top of your head. You were sure you were bright red by now. 

“So, I guess this means we need to go on a date as an official couple!” Matsuda declared.

“Couple?! At least ask me to be your partner first…”

“I will, I will! After our date~” Matsuda grinned. 

“And when is this date?”

“How about tomorrow at 7:00pm?”

“Works for me.”

“Then I’ll pick you up promptly at seven!”

“You goofball, we can just go together from headquarters.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, right! Then let’s do just that!” Matsuda kissed the top of your head again and you melted into him. Out of all the things that could’ve happened, you didn’t expect this to happen. You were so happy that Matsuda had seen your sketchbook, even though it had been an accident.

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[emuthec0w]

DEATH NOTE !

Misa Amane

L Lawliet

Near / Nate River

Misa + L

i refuse to write light im sorry i hate him 😭😭😭..

[yanderenightmare]

L "Lawliet"

rewatched Death Note and just couldn't resist...

TW: strict schooling ig, orphan reader, creepy behavior

gn reader

You were placed in Wammy’s House at an age you don’t remember. To you and most of the orphans here, it’s been your entire lives. Birthdays aren’t celebrated. The days are cold, the residents even colder. There was a time when you’d consider them brothers and sisters, but that’s also long ago now. No one is close to each other in this house.

It’s a rather stale existence with boring conditions unfit for normal children – the solitude, the competition, the games, always a ploy to make each other feel worthless. And for what… more riddles to solve?

You’d long lost interest in proving yourself among the prodigies. When you were given puzzles, you always played with them differently than the rest. They’d tell you to fill out the sheets, and you ended up making origami swans instead.

Looking around at the others, you knew you would never understand them – all blank faces staring into space. They all make you uneasy. You don’t know if it’s you or them that’s missing something, but you recognize it’s a rather pointless question to be begged. 

So you leave your paper flock on the floor and walk away.

You’d started putting the chisel of a black marker to the library books in your spare time – trying to make something else out of the boring pages. Something more palatable than the droning of law and policy you’d already read ten times over.

You had blacked out the word doppelganger when there came a disturbance.

“You had 84% of them right.”

You peeked up from the book, lowering your knees from where you had them tucked close for privacy – sitting on the floor between two bookshelves – a little nook you’d discovered to hide yourself from the rest of the busy readers in the usually crowded library.

It was empty now. Everyone was otherwise busy with the test still.

And yet, a mess of black hair was crouched down in front of you, shadowing his equally dark eyes. He held your swans unfolded in his hands. It was a disturbing sight for some reason – as though he’d dissected their guts. 

“You left 16% unanswered. Most people would test their luck and guess.”

L must have been the least creative alias born in the dull walls of Wammy’s House, and yet, he’s supposed to be the brightest of all those living there. He always finishes your tests early and leaves in favor of his own devices. Much like you, you suppose. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak before.

Suppose it’s only courtesy you pay him the same effort even when what you really want is to tell him to leave you alone…

You narrowed your eyes a bit, looking at him.

You sensed foul play in a game you had no wish to partake in but moved across the board like a sacrificial pawn anyway. That’s how you play these things, after all – never show your cards.

“There’s nothing to guess.” You sigh – despite knowing he already knows all this. “The blanks are trick questions.”

“So you noticed, too?” His eyes are like inkblots – much like those spills you’ve made in your book when you let the marker rest too long. He dropped your papers between you in favor of gripping his knees, leaning forward. “We’re the only ones.”

You purse your lips at his eagerness. You should have played dumb from the start – should have said you swiped the answer sheet from the headmaster’s office. He’d only spoken all but four sentences, and you were already exhausted. Any conversation with any one of your peers was like an interrogation.

“You started folding paper cranes when I was 94% done. Easy logistics would put you 6% ahead of me. But, unlike me, it didn’t seem you were filling out the answer sheets in any hurry. In fact… you seemed bored. And in that case, I’d put you around 16%, no... 18% ahead of me.”

You allowed the following silence to inform him that his ramblings were boring you. But it didn't seem he took the hint – showing no signs he planned on leaving.

Your eyes grew more jaded.

“Paper swans.” You corrected blandly. “You know my alias is Swan.”

You clapped your book together and sighed again.

“And we both know you were finished long before I started folding them.” 

He had a small smile on his face. It looked as if you’d drawn it on with your marker.

“You can state all the percentages in the world to try and confuse me, but your mind games won’t get under my skin for one single simple reason, L…” You got up and brushed off the dust, then walked away while saying, “I’m not interested in playing – not with you or anyone else in this miserable place. So do me a favor and leave me alone.”

L watches you leave and taps his lips with his pointer.

Puzzles and answer sheets have bored him for a while. Maybe he ought to play with you instead…

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[dn-imagines-in-2023]

Death note imagines: Confession/Relationship (pt. 1)

Light Yagami:

As Kira, Light is likely to confess and try to start a relationship with you for his own personal gain. Not necessarily out of disregard for you as a person, but out of survival. He needs you around to make him look like a normal, healthy adolescent. His feeling for you may range anywhere from mild interest to neutral apathy. If he sought you out and chose you to keep the task force off his back, then it's not like his relationship with Misa. He doesn't dislike you the way he does her.

Before Kira, Light was bored by life. I honestly can't see him interested in a relationship beyond keeping up appearances for his family. (Are you seeing the pattern yet?) If that's the case, someone in his life probably set you two up. A mutual friend, or maybe his sister. He likes you well enough, but he's not in love with you. Still, he'll play the part- take you on dates, hold your hand, walk you home- because that's what you're supposed to do, right?

Overall, Light treats you fairly well. He's good at pretending but if you're paying attention you can see him mentally checking off the boxes.

L Lawliet:

In general, L is unlikely to confess to anyone. To him, being in a relationship is a huge risk. So if you end up in a relationship with him, you probably confessed first. You would have to know him and work with him for a long time- you have to be someone he wholeheartedly trusts, which is difficult to achieve. He has a lot of trust issues, they're necessary for him to survive in his line of work.

However, once he does fully trust you, he is surprisingly warm. He's always making a conscious effort for you becuase he knows how much you've sacrificed to be with him.

He shows his love by spending time with you. Because for L, time is absolutely everything. It is the most valuable thing he can give you. Laying on the couch together, sitting up late at night talking, going out to eat together. He can't spend all his time with you, but he makes time for you and for the things you love.

You spend a lot of late nights sitting with him while he works. As long as you're not distracting, you can lay your head in his lap and just relax while he types away.

Misa Amane:

Misa confessed to you the third time you hung out in person. She falls fast and hard and when she falls in love, she dives in and does not look back. She clings to you like a lifeline, especially if you show her any basic kindness or compassion.

After her parents were murdered, she herself was stalked and almost killed. Despite the bubbly, care-free attitude, she has been through a lot of life altering experiences. She's hypervigilant, she has nightmares, etc.

Misa can be very obsessive. To the point where she might cross a line, and she might not understand how or why what she's doing is dangerous or hurtful.

She shows her love in the most wild, extravagant, excessive displays of affection. You walk into work one morning and there are two dozen red roses on your desk. (Prompting your boss to ask if a family member died and if you need time off.) You get home in the evening and she's made your favorite dinner, desert, etc. It's not even valentines day yet.

[asimpforyagami]

drunk and driven. (light yagami)

↷ A/N ─ happy belated birthday to light and me !! i hope you enjoy this :) again, this is NOT rape/non-con. the reader is as sober as light here. written by a zombie-me at 4am. also im sorry if the camera topic is overused, i just couldnt help myself fantasizing about this

★ COUNT ─ 2.5k

!! TAGS ─ f!reader, dom!light, drinking, smut, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, p in v, nicknames (good girl, pretty girl, etc.), edging, begging kink, voyeurism

★ PROLOGUE ─ your boyfriend punishes you for almost letting slip his real identity

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

The dim glow of the television cast shadows around the room. You had been at your high school's farewell party, and had too many drinks there to stumble back home in one piece. It was almost midnight, so there was also no way your boyfriend, Light Yagami, would have let you out of his sight, especially with how tipsy you were. He was quite protective of you, but he was right. You let out a drunk sigh and looked away, silently accepting the fact that you'd have to meet his parents in the morning and share a few awkward exchanges.

Light had had more drinks than you at the party, but he looked far from as drunk as you currently were. He was quietly watching a movie on the TV, stroking your hair lightly. Your gaze went up from Light to the flickering screen. A sudden surge of courage rushed through you.

"Light," you whispered, breaking the silence with your hoarse voice.

"No, you're not going home tonight," Light replied without looking at you.

"No, it's not that," you said frustratedly.

Light raised his eyebrows, hearing you slur your words due to the effects of the alcohol. Still, he did not look at you.

"How much did you drink?"

"Less than what you drank," your throat burned, your eyes drooping slightly.

He ignored you, seemingly engrossed in the movie, but you knew it was all just an act for the cameras L had set up.

You continued, "And it doesn't matter how much I drank, because either way, you refuse to give me attention."

Ryuk snickered in the corner.

Light frowned, finally turning his attention towards you as his eyes trailed down your body. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the redness of your cheeks, and the slight swaying of your body.

He looked at you for a few more seconds with a calculating look before sighing and setting the remote on his table. He stood up, "You should really get some sleep."

"No," you repeated.

"I-" Light was starting to get annoyed. "Are you crazy? Don't you want to go home tomorrow?"

"I just- I-" You sighed again, leaning back against your chair and almost falling off.

"Idiot," Light muttered, catching you before you fell. He carried you to his bed and lay you down gently before covering you with his blanket. "Are you comfortable? Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"

"No, no, I need cuddles," you smiled drunkenly, completely forgetting what you were going to say back when you had gotten some "courage".

"Of course, you do," Light said proudly. "You need my cuddles to sleep."

You hummed in response. As he snottily took his shirt off before lying down next to you, you closed your eyes slightly. They were burning, as if trying to stop you from both closing them and keeping them open.

His hands made their way to your back, gently pushing your neck to his bare chest. You finally shut your heavy eyelids and snuggled closer to him. This was what you always wanted. Just you and Light. Alone.

You furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes still tightly shut, your face pressed against him. Alone? It was laughable that you thought even for a moment that you two were alone right now. Well, for one, there was a God of Death in the same room as you, trying not to pass out from the lack of apples in his digestive system. Second, a great detective was watching the two of you, possibly along with your boyfriend's own father.

Light pulled you even closer to him, inhaling your scent deeply. Soon, the two of you drifted off to dreamland, and L was left questioning whether the seventeen-year-old star student really was a murderer.

You woke up, limbs tangled with Light's. You checked your wristwatch. About four hours had passed, and as you tried to sit up, your head felt heavy from an early hangover. Light's eyes jerked open. He had always been a light sleeper.

"Hm?" he mumbled in his sleep, no longer feeling the presence of your head in the crook of his neck. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I... had a dream," you said slowly.

"Nightmare?"

"Kinda."

Light sat up slowly and reached out for a glass of water to hand to you.

You peeked into the glass, rubbing your left eye until you saw stars.

"Vodka?" you said hopefully.

"Water," he replied calmly.

You pouted pleadingly; more alcohol was what you needed right now, but you eventually had to resign to your boyfriend. You drank the water, and instantly felt much more sober than you were before. Your sleepy eyes fell on Ryuk, his legs and hands in a rather uncomfortable position, perhaps due to not having apples for such a long time.

For a moment, you, for the second time that night, completely forgot about the existence of the cameras.

You turned to Light. "How long is he going to go without apples?"

"Who, honey?" Light's eyes flashed warningly, but you were far too sleepy to notice.

"Ryuk, your Shini-"

Your words were cut off by a sharp kiss. Light had completely thrown himself at you, and you fell back down on the bed due to the sheer force of his abrupt kiss. The empty glass landed on the floor with a loud clink, but he ignored it. His hands reached under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin of your hips as if daring you to talk further.

You attempted to prop yourself up on your elbows, to gain some kind of control over what was happening. But Light pushed you back down, pulling you by your hips and roughly throwing your head down on the pillow.

He pulled away eventually, the pupils of his eyes completely red, and you cursed yourself mentally. This was not your Light. This was Kira.

He leaned away from you, got up to pick up the thrown glass and filled it with water again, but as he offered it to you, you rejected it. "I'm sober enough for this, Light."

"Very well then," Light whispered and leaned in closer to your ear. "I hope you remember you're being watched. Make sure you put on a show."

You nodded slowly, letting his hands roam around and make their way to the hem of your skirt, twirling the fabric around his fingers. He brought another hand to your top and slid it under the cloth, feeling the material of your satin bra.

"The one I gifted to you?" he raised his eyebrows, a little smirk on his face.

"Yes," you whispered, pulling his bare chest against your clothed one. "Strip me, Light."

"What's the magic word?" he teased, hand slipping under your bra and cupping your breast.

"Please," you whimpered when he pinched your nipple.

Ryuk snapped his eyes open and tumbled out of the room clumsily, perhaps to give you some privacy.

"Good girl," he didn't hide his smirk this time as he pulled your top off completely, throwing it to the side where it landed on his chair next to his own shirt. He ran his hands down your back, grabbing the zipper of your skirt and slowly pulling it down. Light slid the skirt down your legs, leaving you in a matching set of satin underwear and bra.

"Pretty," he murmured, his hand grasping his growing bulge tightly.

"Let me help you with that," you sat up on all fours and leaned in closer, a hand stretched out to touch his crotch.

You rubbed him lightly, slowly increasing your pace before unbuckling his belt and slipping your hand under his boxers. Your constant touching of his tip made him groan, hand reaching out to yank you by your hair and push you back down to the bed. You grabbed his hands and brought them to your breasts, pressing them against your chest.

"Take my bra off."

"I'm not a man to be told what to do," he said, bringing his lips down to your neck. "But I will allow it this time."

Light freed his hands from your grip and brought them to your back, unclasping the hook of your bra and letting it fall to the floor. He cupped your breasts in his hands, lowering himself so that his mouth sucked on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other.

"Fuck," you moaned, pushing his head against your chest.

He grabbed your hand and brought it once more to his crotch, letting you feel the bulge in his pants again.

"You're not the only one who's needy right now."

"You're so- god, I can't wait to feel you inside me," you said, rubbing his dick through the fabric.

"Patient girls are rewarded," he said, dragging his lips from your neck to your collarbone, his free hand ripping your panties off.

"Hey!" you whisper-screamed.

"I'll buy you another set," he said calmly, sliding two fingers inside you, curling them up and hitting your g-spot.

"Yes," you moaned, pushing his hand against your pussy. "Faster."

He brought his other hand from your nipple to your clit and started rubbing it in circles, simultaneously fucking you with his fingers.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," you whimpered after a few minutes, feeling your orgasm build.

"Mhm, do it, what a good girl," he said, rubbing your clit faster, aiding your release. You came hard on his fingers, arching your back, bucking against his hand and moaning loudly. Your legs shook, while he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and brought them to your mouth. "Clean them."

You nodded, sucking on his fingers, your teeth digging into his skin. Light smirked.

"Don't you think you should be punished?"

"Huh-? For what, Li-?"

Your words were cut off once again when he pulled you onto his lap so that your ass faced him and you lay on your stomach, pussy pressed against his crotch.

_ _ _ _

"L, I don't think we should be watching this," Soichiro Yagami kept his eyes away from the screen, where his son, his perfect little son, was busy fingering his girlfriend. He hadn't even known he had a girlfriend, let alone the fact that they were so... intimate with each other.

"There has to be some meaning in what the girl said," L racked his brains, eyes scanning the scene, now showing you in Light's lap and his hand rubbing your ass. "Apples?"

"For god's sake, it may be some sort of safeword for when they- for when they do- this," Soichiro yelled, his eyes on the floor.

"It's not a mere coincidence, Mr Yagami," L said thoughtfully. "Apples? Kira told me 'Shinigamis' loved apples earlier. This is not a coincidence, Mr Yagami."

_ _ _ _

"You're going to be punished for fucking everything up," he whispered in your ear before smacking your ass hard. "Count."

"One!" you yelped, feeling the sting of his hand on your ass. "Two!" "Three!" "Four!" "Five!"

He kept spanking you, alternating between your ass cheeks. You could feel his dick hard against your stomach, and ignoring the pain in your ass, you started to grind against it.

"Six!" "Seven!" "Eight!"

He spanked you harder, and you could feel your ass getting red. You were breathing heavily, and your pussy was so wet that it was dripping onto his lap.

"Nine! Ten!"

_ _ _ _

"Can we stop watching this now?" Soichiro groaned.

"There has to be some hint," L traced the screen with his fingers which showed you getting spanked hard by Light now.

Soichiro let out an uncomfortable sigh.

"Mr Yagami, you can close your ears and eyes," L said without looking away from the screen.

_ _ _ _

"Good girl," Light said, rubbing your ass. "Now, a reward."

He slid his pants and boxers down to his legs and wiggled out of them. He brought his dick to your pussy, rubbing its head against your clit and earning a moan from your pursed lips. He flipped you over, pinning you under him on the bed again as he continued to tease you.

"Please, Light," you begged, trying to reach out for his dick so you could push it in.

"Please what?" he said sweetly and you groaned in annoyance.

"Please fuck me."

He smiled and pushed his dick inside you slowly, savouring every inch of your tight pussy.

"Oh!" you wailed, feeling his cock stretch your pussy.

He started bucking his hips in and out, fucking you harder as his balls slapped against your clit, doubling the pleasure. He was careful not to make a sound, but he didn't stop you from letting your strangled moans out. This would be your punishment, facing his mother in the morning after getting fucked so hard by him at night.

You tried very hard to suppress your lustful sounds, eyes welling up at the thought of facing his family in a few hours, but you couldn't. He was too good. He knew just how to get under your skin. Slowly, you felt your second orgasm approaching.

"Ah, ah! I want to come," you clasped your hand against your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. He was going so hard on you, of course, his mother and his sister would wake up if he continued.

"No, you're not. Hold it in," Light commanded. "You're going to come when I say so."

He kept fucking you harder, and you could feel your orgasm building. This was torture. There was no way you could hold yourself in when he was going so hard on you.

"Please, Light," you begged, feeling your pussy clench around his dick. "I can't hold it in anymore."

"Hold it in, I said," he said, flipping you over again and spanking your ass hard. He increased his speed, and you buried your head in a pillow to muffle your screams. "I'm going to come inside you now. Understood?"

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and you knew he wasn't lying about his orgasm. You nodded slowly, voice still distant because of the pillow.

He let out a long, satisfied groan as he released his juices inside you, pushing his dick deep inside you. You could feel his cum filling your pussy, and it sent you over the edge.

"Now, come for me, pretty girl," Light said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes!" you screamed, feeling your orgasm wash over you. His cum was dripping out of your pussy, and you could feel his cock softening inside you.

"Good," he said, pulling his cock out of you. It was scary how calm and composed he was when a minute ago, he had spanked you so hard. He grabbed a towel and wiped your pussy clean.

_ _ _ _

Soichiro blinked at the abrupt ending of the sounds. Still refusing to look up at the screen, he asked, "Is it over now?"

"They're both still naked," L said, analyzing the place, feeling his own dick harden at your bare figure, panting and sweating as Light got off you and laid next to you, throwing the towel somewhere insignificant.

"Well then?" Soichiro said.

"Well what?"

"You made me watch my son... doing- doing stuff with his girlfriend," Soichiro said in a shaky voice, his hands behind his back to avoid pulling his hair out in frustration. "What have you understood from this?"

"What I've understood?" L said thoughtfully, his gaze unconsciously reaching his growing bulge. "Your son is quite romantic, I suppose."

© asimpforyagami, 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[dearestones]

An Intimate Check In (L x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, fingering, fondling, semi-public sex, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Could you please give us another smut story with L? I beg of you. 🙏 

Reader: “ are you… smelling me? ” 

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It’s not often that you find yourself trying to keep silent during one of Watari’s check ins, but you try your damnedest not to utter a single squeak or breath. You hadn’t been trying to get L’s intimate affections earlier that afternoon, but you were feeling warm and wasn’t it okay if you could relax into his chest and play with his hair as he was poring over files on his laptop? One thing led to another and you were arching your back into his touch as he palmed your soft skin and stimulated parts of your body that no one else had business looking at. 

However, just as you were on the verge of completion, just about to feel the full release of a divine high that only L could give you, Watari began calling. As your lover answered the call on his laptop, you were all too aware of how L’s fingers were still sticky from your juices, the sweet and musky scent of your arousal settling heavily into the air around you. As L began to speak in his usual bored tone, you began to prepare yourself to leave. Even if the fire and wound up coil inside of your core had not been released with a snap, you still had a good time and you were expecting that L would attend to your needs soon after he finished. 

However, just as you were about to move away from the trap that was L’s legs, one of his arms wound around your waist while the other began petting you gently around your most vulnerable spots. Fingers cool now from your sweat and accumulated bodily fluids, you had to bite back a moan and a shiver as he plunged his fingers back into you, his earlier ministrations having rendered you compliant and easy to manipulate. 

You looked up at him, expecting to see him looking down at you with primal lust in his eyes, but all you found was that he was gazing down at his laptop’s screen in concentration–as if he wasn’t coaxing you to come undone by his fingers. Feeling weak, you tried to grab his attention by squeezing his wrist that was connected to the fingers that were pressing and pinching and massaging your precious, fleshy insides, but the arm around your waist migrated until he was pinching your nipples and caressing your stomach. The added stimulation had you clenching your jaw to stop yourself from uttering a sound. 

There was no way you would hear the end of it from Watari should the news of what L was doing to you would ever come to light. 

Despite the fact that you were putty in his hands, you tried to send him a look to signal him that the both of you were going to get caught. When he happened to glance at you, you noticed that his lips were slightly curved up in a smirk and that he was pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. In his haste and in your fuzzy clarity that was rapidly becoming obscured by pleasure, you were only dimly mortified that the squish and squelch of your insides could be heard underneath the sound of L’s low timbre. 

Sensitive ears could hear it, but you knew that one should never underestimate Watari. 

Aged he may be, but most of his senses had not been hindered in the least despite his elderly nature. 

So focused you were on not making a sound that you didn’t notice that L had ducked down, his lips pressing soft butterfly kisses upon your sensitive skin. Every so often, he would say something that related to the current investigation he was working on, but other than that, he was content to let Watari do most of the speaking. And then, when you thought that you could ride out your pleasure without being suspicious, you felt L nose his way into your hair before inhaling deeply. 

Perhaps it was because you were nearly far gone into carnal gratification or maybe because you didn’t care anymore–you were so close, damn it!–but you couldn’t help but ask, breathily, but still audibly, “Are you… smelling me?”

Almost instantaneously, you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, shame almost halting your desire to finally reach sublime bliss. You tried to silently apologize, but L began pumping faster, his fingers stroking and curling deep within your insides as his other hand tweaked and pinched your sensitive skin, his lips murmuring figures and clues that the police must have missed during the start of the investigation.

How he could remain so calm and focused while you were rapidly unspooling was beyond you. 

All thoughts seemed to escape when you bucked against his hand, the desire for more friction building up until his mouth latched on your skin, the harsh feeling of his blunt teeth imprinting upon your skin as his fingers plunged deeper into your body and curled in a definitive blow against your promise to keep silent. 

You practically screamed in ecstasy as bright white lights blinded your vision and that taut little wire that lay coiled within had finally snapped. 

Boneless and fatigued, you collapsed upon L’s chest, loud pants filling the air. 

“Did… Did Watari hear all of that?”

You felt his fingers scratch your scalp and stroke the back of your neck, but you were too tired to open your eyes to see his expression.

“Of course not,” L mumbled into your ear. “I finished the call minutes ago. Had I known that you were that far gone, I would have teased you longer.”

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[alex-rambles]

Hey! Could I ask for something with L Lawliet? (romantic or platonic)

How would he react with a reader who is basically like, idk how to explain this, maybe like always defends him, even if he was the one being rude.

Like, maybe Light is yelling at L and reader steps in like- "Light! How dare you yell at him! He did absolutely nothing wrong" While protectivly wrapping their arms around L.

Not used to people defending him, so when you first step in and defend him, he's initially taken aback. Doesn't defend others, others don't defend him

L is also a not used to physical touch, so when you wrap your arms around him, he's stiff for a sec and stares at oxygen.

He may not show it, but your defense of him means a lot.

May actually question his own behavior.

Overall, values your friendship/partnership and appreciates your willingness to stick up for him. L may not express it in the most conventional way, but he's grateful to have you by his side.

[cat3ch1sm]

This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? 😭 (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)

🐸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33

nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader

how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys

matt

~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.

~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"

~ "don't you mean daddy?"

~ "you are the worst."

mello

~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.

near

~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.

ryuzaki

~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

3rd Advent: Batter and Cookies

Navi

L x gn!reader

Advent Calender

Warnings: none

Notes: with this 3rd Advent we start our little Detective Week 😊

Wordcount: ~500-600

“I don´t see how it is necessary that I wear this…hat.” He tugged on the white pompom that continued to fall into his face every few minutes.

“It´s a Santa hat.” You smiled brightly at him while kneading the dough.

“Why…why am I wearing it?”

“Because you look cute in it.”

“I – I look cute?” His fingers released their grip on the pompom as he looked at you with an owlish expression. “Huh, no one has ever said that to me before. I´ll remember it.” He patted your head stiffly, to thank you for that unfamiliar compliment.

“And maybe it helps you with the case.”

L ceased all movement.

“Like the way I sit.”

“In what way?”

“Well,” you said, grinning at him. “Maybe looking all cute and being comfy helps you focus?”

You nodded.

“For example. Or-“ you dragged out the vowel as you dipped your fingers into the dough. “-like spending time with me,” you said, booping his nose. He scrunched up his face at the feeling of dough on his skin. He hummed as he reached to swipe it from his face and brought his finger to his mouth.

“It tastes good.”

“Right?” you smiled brightly at him. “Wait, no, baby,” you tried to stop him from getting more batter, but tragically failed. You sighed. “I keep on forgetting how flexible you are.”

He sent you a victorious smile, fingers in between his lips.

“I think it really does work. My head is clearer already,” he teased.

“Do you want to try it as well?”

Heat rose to your cheek when he placed a finger on your lips. He laid his head to the side as he watched you lick the excess batter from his skin.

You gaped at him.

“And? What´s the solution to your case?”

“Oh, I have solved the case already this morning. I´m just here to…indulge you.”

“To indulge me? You´re the one eating all the batter.”

He grinned at you.

“Well, someone has to taste test.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Anything for you Watson.”

“It tastes good. You may proceed.”

You rolled your eyes. Nonetheless, you poured the batter unto a clean baking sheet.

“C´mon, oh great Mr Holmes, at least help me cut out the cookies.”