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a-pretty-nerd · 9 months

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THE MEDIUM AND THE DETECTIVE

On another episode of: "STFU, I don't care that the Fandom's DEAD! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!"

A Deathe Note L x Reader x Matsuda Angst Fic!

Summary: You're a suspect for predicting the Kira case, but can you predict this dick-

Warnings: SAD. Gender neutral, but, there is a preggers trope. You see dead people in this one. Happy ending!!!

The first encounter with L was traumatic to say the least. Being a suspect in the Kira case, L was thorough. When your best selling thriller novel eerily predicts the Kira murders, you're naturally his first suspect in the case. But as his investigation continues he unfolds an even more unsettling truth.

A series of prophetic dreams drove you to write the suspensious book. And the dreams you are currently having continue to predict the murders before they happen. But because you're under 24hr surveillance, L comes to the conclusion that you are not Kira. But your spars visions of the future have been genuinely helpful and fascinating. So L keeps you around.

A curious friendship grows, and a budding romance between the two blossoms. You and L settle into a secret affair throughout the Kira Investigation as your dreams becomes more vivid and frightening. Your dreams often predict major events, even L's death, but certain pieces are missing. Like Kira has something protecting him from being seen.. As the murders continue, you become haunted by Kira's victims as they seek revenge for their deaths.

Matsuda has often acted as a friend. The golden retriever you can count on. The one that always greets you with a smile and gets you a cup of coffee. L would watch the two of you be friendly and even he could not deny the two of you had chemistry. He thinks someone like Matsuda would be good for someone like you. He'd certainly take care of you. You'd probably be better off- but.... L is selfish and jealous inside.

L wants you all to himself. He delights in having moments alone with you, though they are few and far in-between. Hell, Watari is the only living soul who knows about the two of you. So intimacy is truly rare, but that often makes it that much more passionate when you do get the chance. Depending on his mood and how tired her is, L can range from a dedicated lover to a frenzied lover. Pattern recognition is an important skill he's very experienced with.

Time passes and your situation changes. You become more of a paranormal consultant on the Kira case. Which, often comes in handy for L when he's trying piece things together. Your outside insight is be very helpful to him. But unfortunately for you, the longer the case continues, the worse your experiences get. Your nightmares become full on night terrors that you become stuck in. Matsuda has had to shake you from a few.

L sees the change in you before you do. He notices a change in smell first. You don't smell the same. Not bad. Just different. Then he notices how your appetite has changed. He sees the nausea in your face before you can even voice a complaint. L suggests a stomach bug first, keeping his suspicions to himself. So he has you see a doctor. A doctor who promptly informs you that you are....well...you know...in the family way.

When you return with glazed over and fatigued eyes, L's theory is confirmed. He looks at it very objectivly at first. He prepares for every possibility before he even starts the conversation. Regardless of your options, he makes preparations for each. He waits patiently for you to tell him on your own time, when you're comfortable. He doesn't take you trying to hide it as an insult, more than anything he feels himself becoming more and more nervous that you haven't told him. He comforts himself with the idea that you probably just haven't figured out what to do yet, so you're waiting to talk to him before you make a decision.

You tell him when you're alone. L doesn't move a muscle. He freezes. He expected this but the longer you waited the more he had to grapple with the idea of becoming a parent. Which is something L never expected himself to be dealing with. Especially not smack-dab in the middle of the most dangerous and intense cases of his life. So, he kind of panics. The conversation is deadpan as expected. For the most part he's honest about his feelings towards it. He honestly doesn't think keeping it isn't good idea, but he's well aware that isn't his choice. His voice is sweet when he says, "no matter what happens, I will ensure you are taken care of. No one will hurt you."

It isn't until he sees the first ultrasound that he kind of changes his tune. He stares at the picture, fascinated by it. When you ask about it, he says, "Watching something grow from nothing is indescribable." A very L answer. As much as he wants you to remain by his side. As much as he wants you, he knows it's only a matter of time. He knows that the longer you remain at headquarters, the higher the risk. If Light hasn't already put the pieces together, he knows he soon will. And as much as the evidence has proven his "innocence" he doesn't trust Light with a damn thing.

To rub salt in the wound, the longer you stay by his side, the worse your paranormal experiences become. You've been unable to sleep, you can't handle being alone or in the dark for very long. The ghosts of Kira's victims whisper in your ears and claw at your clothes. The more violent ones scream and shout whenever they get the chance. It's taking a toll on you. Everyone fears for your well-being. Matsuda and L especially. So when L finally sends you away, you understand. You're not happy about it in the least. But L is prepared to use force if he has to. He will not be letting you die. You're already at the end of your rope and if something were to happen to you, he'd never be able to forgive himself.

So you're sent back to your family with a large sum in your bank account. Child support in advance, if you will. The ghosts leave you be, and the nightmares ease up. The ones you do have are of L. And it's the same dream. Everytime it's his death. You did everything you could to prevent it and still your dreams are relentless. You've told L his fate before and he always regarded it with the same interest as every other dream, like it was nothing special. You would try to contact L but he made sure you would have no way to reach him.

The only person who is allowed to contact you besides himself, which he doesn't anyways, is Matsuda or Watari. Watari calls on occasion pretending to be your doctor. He asks questions about your condition, your medical records, your paranormal experiences. You assume he's doing this to keep L up to date on your current status. When you ask why L does not call himself, Watari tells you that he's busy, but he sends his regards.

Matsuda calls every couple of days. He's only allowed to call when he's alone and he's not allowed to share information on the Kira case for obvious reasons. But he's more interested in how you're doing anyways. He asks you about what you've been up to, how you and your family are doing. If you have any plans for a new novel. He's been a fan of your work since before the investigation began. He's a breath of fresh air. You look forward to his calls.

Suddenly the calls stop for a while. There's a deep pit in your stomach one morning as you look outside your bedroom window. There's a faint sound of ringing that you can't shake. So you go on with your day, trying to regain your sense of normalcy. Failing miserably when sometime in the afternoon you feel a great loss. That night as you lay in bed, pretending to sleep in hopes that dreams will creep in anyways, you feel a presence.

A familiar figure stands at the foot of your bed, watching. You know who it is right away. You can practically see him even with your eyes closed. The scent of coffee, vanilla, and paper follows him as quiet footsteps come to the other side of your bed. You're afraid that if you move or open your eyes he'll disappear. So you lay there as the blankets are pulled up and he crawls into bed with you. Laying down behind you and wrapping his cold arms around to spoon you. You lay there in his ghostly embrace for a long while, just trying to memorize the feeling in hopes that it will never leave you. He leans in, cold lips pressed against your ear as he whispers. "I was right." And then he's gone.

Matsuda calls a few days later, crying. When he finally gets the words out to tell you what's happened, he's met with a cold: "I know. Thank you, Matsuda." He finds himself being comforted by you. He knew that you and L were close. He knew you were friends. But he had no idea the relationship you had, nor the evidence that has reached a healthy 6 months. He implores you to attend L's funeral but, you can't do that. Emotionally and physically it's out of the question. Light is Kira. You know that. You've always known deep down, deep in your heart and so did L. After all, he was right.

Misa tries to contact you, you pick up the phone only to hear her voice. You hang up and change your number. Light tries to contact you, claiming its in regards to L and the Kira case. He wants to bring you back. You almost throw up right then and there. Instead, you hung up the call, close the phone, and smash it with a hammer. Matsuda is the only number you remember and the only person you trust. You don't trust him to know that Light is Kira. But you trust him to be good and kind. You trust him to visit you.

You pick him up at the airport when he comes out to visit you. You look so different he doesn't notice you. He passes right by you before you call out his name. You're visibly pregnant at this point, roughly 8 months. Your hair is longer and full. Your skin is glowing, your eyes are vibrant when they peak out from behind your sunglasses. You look nothing like the sickly, haunted spectator he knew you as. When he sees your belly, he just stares. He's speechless.

He's far too stunned for form a real sentence for about an hour as you drive him to his hotel. You laugh at him as he stares.

"It's good to see you too, Matsu." You joke with a smile. He goes red in the face.

"Uh- You look- You look great!" He croaks.

"Thanks."

"You're...um...are you-"

"Glowing? I am. Thank you for noticing." You tease him. It's good to have a friend close by again. He's not allowed to know where you're staying with your family, just to be safe. If Light were to ever decide to torture or kill Matsuda for information, you have to be sure. It's a risk even letting him see you like this. But you never win without taking a risk.

"So then you're...married?" He asks, a bit disappointed. You turn to him, your expression confused.

"What?? No. Do you see a ring on my finger?"

"Well no...I just...you're...uh-" You can see the gears turning in his head. Like he has all the pieces he just doesn't want to put them together. "How far along?"

"8 months? Give or take." You answer honestly. The pieces have been put together regardless. The puzzle is nearly complete, much to Matsuda's horror. It's L's. He knows it. There's no other option. Chief Yagami and Aizawa are out of the question. You've always hated Light from the moment you met. L...you were so close with L.

"Why didn't I see it before..." He mumbles to himself.

"You weren't supposed to. No one was supposed to know. No one is supposed to know." You tell him firmly. "This stays between you and me, Matsuda. I'm telling you this as my friend. In confidence that no one else on that task force will know about this. If no one else knows that L is dead, no one will know about this, understood?" Matsude nods in agreement as he pouts. He tries to apologize. He's overly emotional about the whole thing. Extraordinarily sympathetic to your situation, as he always is.

He's deeply worried about you and the baby. He's worried about you doing everything alone. You try to reassure him you have a family for support and a bank account that looks like a social security number thanks to L's estate. But still, Matsuda feels like he could be doing something to help you. You're his crush friend! He can't let you do all that alone. He knows L left you with everything you might need to be a single parent but...still...

"Marry me!" He blurts out one night.

"WHAT!?" You bark.

"Marry me! We'll be a family, you'll never have to worry about a thing. Let me take care of you!" He begs. You pause for a moment, it's as if you can hear L's voice in your ear. 'Matsuda's acting stupid again.'

"No! I'm not marrying you! Are you insane!? What good would that do me anyways? I'm taken care of as it is, I don't need you." Matsuda pouts but ultimately understands. He was out of pocket just asking you like that. He let his emotions get the better of then again. But he can't help it. He sees you alone like that and he just wants to take care of you. He wants to hold you and tell you everything is going to be okay. To comfort and love you.

He's at the airport when you call him. You've gone into labor. He's there for you before your own family is. The man booked it through the hospital looking for you. He's incredibly nervous seeing you in so much pain, but he's determined to support you. You're not sure why you called him. Why you wanted him there. It's not even his kid but...still...It probably has something to do with the long nights you spent waking up from night terrors. His arms around you, rubbing your back as you sob in terror. He makes you feel safe.

Matsuda is holding your hand when L's daughter is born around 3am on October 31st. Matsuda cuts the cord and he holds her first. He sits beside you in a chair as you rest and recover. He knows the baby isn't his but when he looks down at her, he feels his heart swell with pride and wonder. A part of him feels guilty for being there. L should be sitting where he is, holding his own child and being there to hold your hand. Tears fall from his eyes and onto the bundle beneath him.

As time passes, Matsuda keeps your whereabouts and your little family a secret. He visits, as often as he can. He lies to Light and the others about where he's going. And because it's Matsuda, the loveable idiot, Light doesn't suspect or even entertain the idea that he's lying to him. He watches as the child grows into a remarkable combination of you and L. She has his pirecing eyes that greet him when he walks into the front door of your home.

The little girl adores Matsuda. He's sweet and silly. He brings her toys and treats. She likes to sit on his shoulders and play with his hair. All things considered, he makes a good father.

Things are winding down to a disturbing close in the Kira case. The day before everything goes down, you have another dream. L is standing over his daughter's bed, watching her carefully. He turns to look at you. "I love you, very much. I'm sorry I've never said it before. You've done well with her and everything. But the case will soon be closed." In this dream he approaches you and holds you close in his arms again. "Goodbye."

You wake up to the sound of your daughter screaming a crying for you. You rush to her aid. The next few days pass with a defeaning silence. Matsuda doesn't call, which by now is irregular considering he calls almost once a day now. But by the end of that week, something lifts. Like sun has finally peaked through the clouds. A weight is lifted from your shoulders a you feel lighter than you have in years. You feel like you can breath.

Matsuda shows up unannounced in the dead of night. He looks exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes. His cheerful and bright nature stripped away from him. He shuffles into your home and starts to sob. You hold him close as he describes the horror he's been through. What Light did- What Matsuda did to him. This time, it's your turn to comfort him. He stays the night. Sleeping in your bed with you as you remind him he's safe and warm with you.

In the morning he feels better. Still depressed but, his smile returns when your daughter sees him sitting at the breakfast table.

"Are you having breakfast with us, Mat?" She asks as her little fists rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Is that okay with you?" He asks her. She shrugs and climbs up the chair to sit in front of him.

"I don't care. You could have every meal with us." She says as he eyes focus over the small plate of child-sized pancakes. Matsuda watches her with a loving gaze. If only he could. If only...

"You stay, if you wanted to." You say softly as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You could stay."

#death note #death note lawliet #l #l lawliet #l x reader #lawliet x reader #matsuda x reader #L x reader x Matsuda #pregnancy trope #medium reader

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keijislove · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐲

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: YES | NO

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮(𝒔): 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴...

YAGAMI LIGHT

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I feel like pre-Kira Light would actually be a super sweet and caring boyfriend

If his s/o is shy they can be assured he’s going to leave absolutely no chance to tease them about it

He finds it absolutely adorable how shy they are, and would probably tease them about it even before they got together

If someone, however, made fun of his s/o’s shyness (other than him ofc) man would be ready to throw hands

But of course, he doesn’t, instead choosing to let his mouth curl into a painfully scary smile as he asks them to repeat their jab at his s/o’s shyness, which seems enough for them to stutter out an apology and run away

Though pre-Kira Light would always respect his s/o’s boundaries and never force them into anything, their shyness would awaken a slightly sadistic side to Kira-Light

He enjoyed immensely watching his s/o squirm and struggle to find words even in simple everyday occasions

Often in the bedroom, he’d play dumb and get his s/o to tell him exactly what it was they wanted, their stuttering and blushing being a huge turn on for him

“Tell me where you want me, darling,” he’d coo calmly, “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

L LAWLIET

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L has had his fair share of quietness and keeping to himself, so he understands if his s/o might be a little shy around people

He finds it quite cute, actually

Most people thought his s/o was arrogant and stuck up when they refused to speak in public, but L knew better than that.

He knew they just struggled a little and were shy when it came to social interactions

L is known to be extremely curious and experimental in nature, which is why it’s a guilty pleasure of his to rile his s/o up in public

When the investigation of the Kira case was underway, every single time his s/o had a report to announce verbally, L would discreetly place his hands on their waist/ thigh and watch in amusement as they stuttered and stumbled over words

He quite enjoyed watching their face grow red from the contact

Although he can be a little shit at times, L would definitely never force his s/o into anything he knew they were uncomfortable with

That doesn’t mean he won’t tease them about it, though (just a little ;))

MIHAEL KEEHL

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Will probably be a bigger tease than both Light and L put together if that’s possible

Mello thinks his s/o is the most adorable human being ever and it takes everything in him not to ‘aww’ out loud whenever they blush upon being complimented/ spoken to

This may sound odd, but Mello tries keeping them as uninvolved and out of his work as possible

The mafia is a dark place, and the world even more so and he doesn’t want to lose someone as precious as his s/o to this cruel world

Squishes their cheeks whenever they blush. I said it.

“Babe, are you okay? You look like a tomato,” he’d tease, feeling rather proud of himself for being able to make his s/o blush with his words as they’d quietly mumble for him to shut up

God forbid if anyone ever dared to make fun of their shyness in front of him

Mello can be quite terrifying when it’s required, and would most probably kill scare that person into never daring to look at his s/o ever again

MAIL JEEVAS

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Kinky little shit, his s/o’s shyness probably turns him on rather than make him laugh

Would most definitely make them sit on his lap while he played video games, his hand never leaving their thigh, moving up and down it in a teasing manner, it being extremely entertaining to watch them squirm in place

Would be extremely annoying about it and play dumb, wanting to watch his s/o struggle for words as they increasingly grew more flustered

“Is there a problem, baby?” he’d innocently ask, his hand still on his s/o’s thigh, their face extremely red and hot, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Would probably be extremely possessive of his shy s/o

Nobody can make fun of their shyness but him

Nobody can make them blush but him

His s/o better be prepared not to be able to walk for a week if they’d grown flustered at a compliment someone other than him gave them

Matt also loves to leave a T O N of hickies on his s/o’s neck/thighs/etc, watching in amusement as they freaked out and tried covering them up, disappearing behind their clothes so only their red forehead was visible

Would definitely smirk proudly at the little limp in his s/o’s walk and their horror when someone pointed it out

NATE RIVER

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His s/o’s shyness was one of the many reasons Near ever got interested in them in the first place

He would genuinely wonder how someone could get so easily flustered and could shy away from human interaction so frequently

To him, his s/o would be a big mystery – one he was determined to solve

After getting together with his s/o, Near would probably be quick to figure out the cause of their shyness and would patiently listen whenever they ranted to him about it being quite a problem that sometimes hindered their daily activities

Near would actually be quite flattered that he was the one his s/o had chosen to let go of their shyness in front of

Would quite literally freak out anyone who made fun of his s/o’s shyness by simply staring at them with bulging eyes until they left

MATSUDA TOUTA

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Matsu can be quite shy and awkward in public himself, so when he found another person sharing these feelings, he was delighted

He’s such a kind soul, honestly

Would never make fun of his s/o’s shyness, just a little playful teasing here and there which he was sure his s/o wouldn’t mind

Like Near, he would be proud that he was the one his s/o had chosen out of a large array of options and would not hesitate to show them off in front of his comrades

Would constantly shower his s/o with affection knowing they themselves were too shy to initiate it

Aizawa would probably have to yell at him to stop distracting the others during a meeting when he was busy peppering kisses along his s/o’s jaw

“But they need love too!”

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darkdarlings · 2 years

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Death note boys + Blowjobs

Light Yagami is a total face-fucker. He doesn’t give his partner any time to breathe, and would even go as far as letting you turn blue for a while before letting up. Expects the best blowjob ever, and won’t let you finish until he’s satisfied with your performance.

L Lawliet is such a sweet boy when it comes to you giving him blowjobs. He makes sure you’re comfortable before even thinking about his own pleasure. You can draw the sweetest moans from him. They aren’t intentionally supposed to be loud, but you have a few moans here and there that are above average. He will call any blowjob you give him, good.

Matsuda Touta is somewhat interested in what you have to offer when it comes to blowjobs. Most of the time, he will decline and offer you head instead. Though, with time, he warms up to the idea of getting sucked off. Not the loudest, but is certainly good at letting you know that he feels good; Arching his back, rolling his eyes, grabbing onto your head and pushing you down farther.

Mello is another face-fucker, and he is all about cumming all over your face. Not much of a moaner when it comes to blowjobs, but you’ll hear some grunts and sighs when he’s close to cumming. Finds eye contact so hot, maybe because it’s the way you’re looking up at him through your thick lashes. Will cum quickly if you fondle with his balls for too long.

Near isn’t interested in blowjobs, and would only agree if you constantly bring it up. He’s loud when he’s close to cumming, bucking up, and chest heaving. He would rather not make eye contact with you, but sometimes he finds himself looking down. Also cums quickly when you fondle with his balls or constantly tease his tip.

#death note #light yagami x reader #l lawliet x reader #matsuda x reader #mello x reader #near x reader

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knivesxz · 9 months

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Touta Matsuda is a hopless romantic, nothing can make me think otherwise ♡＼(^^)／♡

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bubblegumanatomy · 5 months

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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."

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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can u pls do nsfw fic where matsuda is dominant?

The light of the morning is streaming in through your bedroom window. It spills over your face and makes you groan annoyed.

The warmth of your boyfriends chest was pressed against your back, the arm draped over your waist squeezes a little harder at your sleepy squirming.

“‘S it morning already?” Matsuda asks in a low tone, a seductive croak in your ear.

“Apparently,” You groan and wiggle into him more.

He sighs happily. “Can we just stay here a little longer?”

“Mhmm.” You nod and relax into the mattress.

Matsuda’s hand starts tracing your the skin of your thigh delicately, “You know how pretty you look in the morning?”

“Not very.”

“Oh, very very.” His hand sneaks under your white panties and massages right next to your pussy, on your inner thigh. You make a silly face as you realize just what he’s hinting at.

With a push into his body and a groan erupting from the man behind you, you have a smirk as you lift your hips and let him peel your underwear down to your thighs.

“What are you up to back there?” You toss over your shoulder as he begins peppering it with kisses.

“Enjoying your company.” He smirks and you feel it’s softness on your skin.

“Can I?” His hand dips a little lower to indicate what he means and you giggle.

“You can.”

“Thank you, baby.” He replies and allows his fingers to find and tease your clit, making his shiver in his embrace. He rubs it smoothly with two fingers, loving each breathy exhale and small moan that falls form your lips.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, like that." You arch your back into his body, molding perfectly into it as you fling your head to the side and he takes the hint, beginning to suckle on your sweet skin. Your legs suddenly snap shut around his arm and he chuckles into your ear.

"Open, baby. Open..." He trails off as you comply his request and allow his thumb and pinkie to push your legs apart.

"Good girl." He hums and pushes your body completely so you're on your back. Retracting his hand and sliding down your body, he pushes the blankets to the side and yanks your panties off your body with care. Then he settles in between your thighs that shake with anticipation and tosses your legs over his shoulders.

"You just sit tight and enjoy, princess. Let me love you..." He dives in, swiping your pudgy clit into his mouth and sucking hard. He drags his tongue through your folds and thoroughly tastes your divine flavor.

Your entire body seizes as he goes through the motions he so perfectly has memorized from how often he pleasures you. Not only that, he has your most sensitive spots memorized as well and targets them with precision.

You watch, a slave to his wonderful mouth as he brings you to euphoria with a smirk. He occasionally tells him to hold still, love or you're doing so good, baby, keep those legs spread for me, but besides that, he holds you down with infinite ease and confidence, pulling you towards orgasm after orgasm.

#oph.ticket time #oph.quickies #death note smut #deathnote matsuda #matsuda x reader #matsuda x reader smut #touta x reader #touta matsuda x reader #touta x reader smut #touta matsuda x reader smut #deathnote x reader #deathnote smut #deathnote x reader smut

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Death Note MasterList!

Hi! Welcome to my MasterList!

This post will constantly get updated, so make sure to visit it from time to time if you don't wanna miss my work!

Do not reblog this post please because of the same reason.

Please keep in mind that most of my work contains NSFW content, so pay attention to the warnings before reading the text.

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◆Mello Keehl

⇝Brat taming with Fem!Reader

⇝"Sit on my face"

◆Various Characters

⇝Reacting to their S/O squirting | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝When their S/O is cold | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝When you fake an orgasm | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝Telling them "I hate you" while being intimate | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝Giving them head | Mello

⇝Going down on you | Mello & Light

⇝Feeling sore the morning after | Mello & Light

⇝Sitting on their lap | Mello

⇝Sitting on their face | Mello & Light & Matt & Matsuda

⇝Messing up his meeting with your dad | Mello

⇝Needy, needy boys | Mello

⇝Eating your snacks | Light & Mello & L

To be added...

#death note masterlist #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #death note #l x reader #light x reader #near x reader #mello x reader #matsuda x reader #matt x reader #death note imagines #death note scenarios #death note smut #death note fluff #death note headcanons #death note hcs #AshTheMadWriter

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iddybiddysquish · 6 months

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Fate - Chapter Seven

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Plot Description: What would happen if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities; writer has DID themselves) got a god of death as another personality? Follows the plot of the anime and manga mixed including dialogue directly from the anime where appropriate. Character x cast of death note

Very minor self insert/OC that I've made into a vague reader insert that involves the reader being concerningly intertwined with Kira and his happenings against their will and seemingly against fate.

Fandom: Death Note

Gender: Female

Warnings: Dark and triggering content regarding death, suicide, mental illness and mentions of rape (character history - no rape in the story). Making out is described. Will add more as I progress the story.

Notes: Uploading early bitches! <3

Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!

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- December 28 -

Though I had slept through the remainder of yesterday as well as the entire night with limited wakefulness, I still managed to sleep in till the afternoon. In fact, despite the ample rest, when I realised my clock was still an hour ahead, I couldn’t even muster up the energy to groan, settling for a quiet, though heavy, sigh.

As I rose up I yelped lightly, feeling something stick in my thigh. As I felt for it, I frowned at my white notebook dangling on the edge of the bed. It was then I realised, as I picked up the perpetrator, that it was my pen and I had written something before I went to bed.

Though I was curious as to what, I concluded self care was more important and that I needed to eat something and wake up before looking at it.

‘Besides, I should prepare myself.’ I noted as I stood and stretched, ‘With a psychotic break such as yesterday, whatever I put is likely to be triggering…’

Baring that in mind, I spent the next few hours eating breakfast and snacks whilst watching some comfort TV. However, the more I started to almost ‘wake up’ from my dissociative daze, the more I struggled to just sit and relax.

‘It was so real…’ I frowned, ‘That man dying… I thought it was really happening…’

I gulped at the memory. Though it was iffy, I could still see him falling and the distinct way his face seemed to be frozen in place, in the same look he held as he died in my hands. I remember the police and I remember running as though it was for dear life.

‘I don’t remember anything else.’ I realised, ‘Just him, me and the police. I don’t remember even getting off the train. It was like I just teleported by his side…’ I shook my head, attempting to let go of the thoughts, but something niggled at me in a way I didn’t like.

Fed up, I gave in and fished for my book, turning the news on as I did. However, as I started to search for the page I had written in, I froze.

“-strikes again. As mentioned yesterday two more young men were added to the list of victims by the person of which we all refer to as Kira.” I blanked at those words. My mouth refused to be still as it opened and closed in shock. I must have looked like a fish, my gaze unwavering from the TV.

“Though one of the men remains unidentified, the other was clarified this morning to be Yonegoro Nusumi, a man who was recently acquitted from several rape charges, each from different women, due to a lack of evidence.” As soon as I saw the face of the man I had passed being wheeled away in a body bag, I felt sick.

‘It wasn’t a psychotic break…’ I shakily concluded, ‘Which means that Raye Penber did die. The FBI agent died.’ I bit my lip, shaking my head as I attempted to pull myself together so as to prevent another break down.

As though I were on a time constraint I snatched at the notebook I had kept and sped through the pages in search for my latest entry. I was desperate for answers and with the lack of details my memory was providing, I hoped to high hell that this entry held something of use, and not just a child-like recount of feelings or something else equally as useless to the case.

Trains are scary. I’ve been on trains a lot, but these trains are different. I haven’t been on a train at my age alone. Plus, everyone is dressed all fancy and look super serious. I don’t like serious, not like this.

I was about to skip ahead when I saw the next line, which was the only thing that kept my attention on this particular part of the writing.

There was one man that was particularly strange, though. He had a brief case just like my daddy, so I thought he was a contractor, just like daddy. But he had a weird phone-like thing in his pocket he kept talking into. First he talked into the thingy and said something about twelve people in teams of four. I don’t know who he was talking to, but because I saw the walkie talkie, then I thought he was a spy and thought he was super cool.

It’s rude to stare, so I didn’t look at him the whole time. But I did keep looking back.

After a few moments from his answer, he opened the envelope and there were lots of plain pieces of paper, though I only saw that when he put them on his lap. I thought maybe he has special contact lenses that lets him see special writing or something.

After a few moments he began to write something at the top and then he took out his laptop. From there, he looked quite shocked, which was surprising because he had been so calm since I saw him.

After a few moments, he began to write much more down, copying things from his laptop and covering every part of the pages. I wondered if it was a list of hitmen that he had to take down, or a list of people he had to save, and that he had an earpiece that his superior was talking to him through, which was why he kept pausing awkwardly before doing things. I then wondered if he was new and that this was one of his first missions!

I couldn’t help but wish him luck in my head.

He stopped doing things for a while, after putting the envelope up where the bags usually go just before we left the train, so I decided to look out the window and listen to my music. It was really fun because some of the clouds looked a bit like things I had seen before.

I skipped ahead, noting that I had started to write down all the animals and various things I was able to make out at that point in time.

‘Young me has an amazing memory…’ I observed before deadpanning, ‘I probably still would if I wasn’t so out of it constantly.’

It was time to get off the train, but there were lots of people, so I waited. Whilst I did, the spy man began to leave without his envelope. It confused me, and made me wonder if he had forgotten. I was about to tell him about it, but then I realised he must have been doing business with another spy! I thought it was so cool that it was happening to me!

But then the man fell over, outside the train. It took me a bit of time to realise he was in danger. I was taught CPR at school and by my friend, so I knew what to do to the man. I even shoved past someone in a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie hat without saying sorry, which I feel bad for.

But when I went to him he turned onto his tummy, which meant I couldn’t reach his chest. I tried to turn him over, but I was too weak. He kept stretching his hand out to the train, but when I looked up all I saw was the blur of the man I had bumped into and the train as it moved.

I immediately pushed on his chest. When I reached thirty, I blew air into his lungs whilst holding his nose closed. Then I saw his badge and I almost stopped pushing on his chest, because I was right! He was with the FBI!

It was then I realised he was the man on the bus who was nice to me when I was hurt! Which means he must definitely be a good man who is fighting the baddies like Kira!

I know that FBI agents are super important, especially with a killer like Kira on the loose. So I had to save him.

I think I did about three or four amounts of thirty presses altogether before the police came. I was getting sad and tired because the man wasn’t responding and I didn’t know why. Eventually the doctors came and said he had died.

I cried and cried and cried. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a failure.

So I ran to Mono. Mono told me I did a good job when I told him what happened, but it didn’t make me feel better because the man was still dead.

I couldn’t save him. And now we’re all going to die because of Kira, because I used to steal things because Cornelius said it was okay.

I have to find Kira and bring him to justice! Not to just save other people, but to save the friends I created in my head. They didn’t ask to be put in my body, and they don’t deserve to die because of me and Cornelius liking bad things.

I blinked as I noted tears had begun to fall from my eyes and onto the last page. I wasn’t sure what part sealed the deal in the form of floods of tears, but I knew smol me, as I call her, was correct - they don’t deserve to die.

‘Kira won’t come after me because of what smol me said; I was never caught, never mind prosecuted.’ I bit my lip, ‘However, that FBI agent died, which only solidifies my theory that he was following Kira, given the method of death.’ I let out a shaky breath.

“If Kira finds out who I am, either through any information I give the police, or based on having been at two major events in relation to Kira, then I am at a huge risk…” After a few moments I had made my choice.

‘I’m already at risk for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, so I might as well continue as I am.’ I concluded, before asserting, ‘Because no one really deserves to die. Not like this.’ with a firm nod.

Quickly I got out an A4 piece of plain paper and began to scribble what I knew in three separate categories: bus and train before adding a line underneath them all, writing adjacent to them, the last category: conclusion.

I started with the first category, as I began to contemplate everything I had written in the notebook.

‘I now know that Raye Penber was most likely watching either Kira, a Kira suspect or someone related to Kira in one way or another.’ I declared, concluding, ‘Therefore it was likely that Kira wasn’t just on the train, but also on that bus…’

“But he didn’t kill that criminal-” I blinked, hand coming to my mouth as realisation coloured my understanding, “But he did die.” I frowned, looking down at my notebook sharply.

“Assuming Kira was the cause of his death, and therefore meaning Kira could decide the method of death,” I took a deep breath, “Kira deliberately chose him to die in an accident-like scenario…?

“Why not just kill him with a heart attack?” I frowned, jotting down my questions in the white notebook, which was acting as my scrap paper for workings out, before I could make semi-final conclusions onto the paper. I began to hesitate, unsure what I was missing, but sure I was onto something.

“Raye ended up dying on the train. Kira obviously either needed something from Raye-” I slapped myself, “That man! He gave a man his ID! That’s how I found out there was an FBI agent on the bus at all.” I immediately began to fidget, my leg tapping against the floor as the thoughts and understanding came in thick and fast.

“Which means that man presumably had his name, now along with his face.” I murmured, lying back against the sofa as I fiddled with a pen, “Was that man Kira, maybe?” I sat up, glaring at nothing in particular as I grew somewhat confused, hunching over as I rested my arms on my knee and my chin on my interconnected hands.

‘It’s possible that Kira wasn’t on the train, and killed him after giving himself some time to reduce the likelihood for anyone to pin the blame on him by not killing him as soon as he found out his name and face, as that would be notably suspicious.’ I mused, biting my tongue a few times before adding with a head tilt, ‘That, or he needed something from Raye, which means the opposite is true - that he was likely on the train.

‘After all, Raye was reaching out to someone as he died.’ I let out a puff of air as I jotted my rambles down, thinking as I went, ‘That could be coincidental - maybe he mistook them for someone he knew, or he was just reaching out in hope as he died. But it would also make sense that Kira was on that train, and that’s who he was reaching out to.’

“After all,” I tapped my pen’s end against my paper for a moment, “he left an envelope on the train. That’s quite weird, considering the walkie talkie - otherwise I would have just thought he had forgotten it…” I frowned, raising a brow before adding a question mark next to my writing, mumbling, “Unless that’s what he was told to do, for that very reason…?” I gave a humph and blew out some air before reclining back in my seat, staring up at my ceiling for a few moments.

“It’s a long shot,” I began out of the blue and not even sure where I, myself, was going, “but what if Kira had apprehended him? Blackmailed him into giving Kira whatever it was he wanted, and when he was done with him, killed him to remove any loose ends?” I hummed, tapping my lip.

“But what about the other man who died?” I blinked, looking around as I calibrated in my head whose voice that was as they continued, “Was that coincidental? That he was right there?” I relaxed as I noted it to be Amelia. I smiled, noting we hadn’t talked in a while, but listened diligently as she continued, “After all, Raye got on the exact same train as us, from the exact same station - didn’t he get on right before we did?” I hummed in agreement.

“Indeed, he did.” I confirmed as I considered her input with curiosity, “Going on your theory, it might even be possible that he killed the rapist in order to prove that he was Kira.”

“And from there, threatened him to go along with his wishes?” she hummed, “Maybe Kira gave him the envelope, as a means to get whatever it was he wanted from Raye without any trace, say as there would be through emails and the like.” I blinked, nodding slowly as I processed her words.

‘I hadn’t thought quite that ahead on that point,’ I conceded, ‘But she’s right.’

“Also,” she began again, bringing my attention back to her, my eyes darting towards the empty space she occupied in my mind, “If Kira was on the train, and was the man that Raye reached towards, then then you bumped into Kira as you left the train.” I gulped, cringing at the idea, before confirming her point aloud.

“In other words,” I began, “We know Kira is a man, taller than I by a fair amount, and likely owns a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie.”

Hearing no further ideas from ‘Mia, I immediately wrote out my findings, which, as I read over them, I felt satisfied.

~ Raye Penber was watching Kira, a Kira suspect or a suspect related to Kira

~ Raye was pointing towards the doors as he died; his killer?

~ I saw the same colours in the same arrangement when I looked back at the train doors as I did to the man I walked into.

~ This was who Raye was looking at

~ If so, Kira was on the train the whole time

~ I had touched Kira

~ If so, Kira had worn a grey and orange hoodie and black beanie. Hits is a man taller than 5' 5"

‘Short but blunt, just as they need to be.’ I approved, though looking back over them made me pause for a moment. I begin to contemplate Raye’s behaviour on the train, once again, with a deep frown. Almost instantly, I found myself flicking through the notebook for the millionth time before going back over and re-analysed the diary entry, scrutinising anything related to Raye’s actions.

‘Raye seemed as normal as I could possibly imagine, given I don’t know him personally.’ I mused, ‘But that being said, he only seemed to act on movements after long pauses.’ I stretched, body sore and aching as I attempted to bring blood supply back to my legs by standing. From there I found myself pacing slowly around my coffee table, messily but controlled as I let my legs move in an arc ahead of the other.

“After all, he came on with an envelope, of which he left on the train before leaving, and, on it, were scribbles that required him to pay attention to his laptop directly-’

“Maybe smol me was right.” I cursed, “There was two-way communication, which, undoubtedly, would require Kira to be nearby and, therefore, on that train.” I bit my lip, putting my hands in my pockets as my pace turned less silly and faster, “After all, Kira needed something from Raye; why else would he bother risking his cover being blown?’ I paused, falling onto the sofa with some heavy words.

‘Damn.’ I cursed again, ‘I should have grabbed that envelope…’

Pushing that useless thought aside, I grabbed my notebook and began to scribble my own ideas down, again, as I continued to speak aloud.

“All of that aside,” I stressed, bitterly, “the only thing that Raye mentioned was about other people, specifically twelve people in teams of four.” I raised a brow, “The only thing he could possibly be referring to, that would also interest Kira, are other agents, FBI or otherwise.” I leant back, a small smirk adorning my lips, “I would imagine that that might put a fire under your ass.

“After all, clearly one FBI agent was troubling enough; imagine having a whole gaggle of them interfering in your life? I don’t think he had any choice but to be so bold.” I laughed.

However, after a moment I paused mid-laugh, my features falling into a firm frown.

‘If Raye had this information, then maybe Kira knew he did and was using him to get to the other agents?’ I shook my head, ‘Why the hell would Raye have that information in the first place-’ I practically choked on my saliva as a possibility dawned on me, forcing my heart to skip a beat, ‘How did he find out that he was being followed by an FBI agent in the first place? Maybe he already knew there were other agents, just not enough details to kill-’ I cursed, loudly.

“He’s going to kill the twelve agents…” I shook my head, dragging my hand over my face as I gave a shaky breath, “Man, Kira is well informed.” I let my hands fall, my gaze becoming glued to my notebook as my eyes fell down from looking at the wall ahead of me. I gulped.

‘Either he’s got some access to police records, or has someone who is leaking it for him, because the FBI is about as secretive as it gets.’ I paused, frowning as I demurred, ‘Even if he was on the inside, somehow, even by proxy, surely the police would know… right?’ I groaned, head falling into my hands again as I took that notebook back into my hands and wrote my latest thoughts back into the book, adding my final questions to the conclusion section.

~ Raye acted weird on the train

~ Raye spoke into a receiver, mentioning ‘twelve people in teams of four’

~ Kira already knew about these people, but not enough to do anything about them - motive?

~ Raye must have also had some way to listen to the person on the other end of the receiver

~ Raye wrote something down before then copying something from his laptop.

~ Raye left the envelope, with the papers he was writing on and the receiver, on the train.

~ Raye died by heart attack

~ What happened to the envelope? Did Kira collect it after Raye left and died?

~ What did Kira want from Raye before he killed him? Something around other people, maybe other agents?

~ Kira needs names and a face to kill, if not also a birthdate and possibly blood type; what use would information on the agents be without any photographs? Could Raye be some sort of medium? Act as a proxy? Did Raye know this?

I couldn’t figure out anymore surrounding the train issues after that. In fact, I almost called it a day - but then I thought back to my earlier thoughts relating to the bus journey and how that criminal died, a heavy frown playing on my features.

‘Kira needed something from Raye, that much is obvious. But he needed something else before he could move to the step that involved the train station.’ my brows furrowed. Confused, I decided to stand and count out what I knew about the bus.

“There was an FBI agent on the bus.” I counted as one, adding a second finger for two as I took a few more steps, “That turned out to be Raye Penber.” I frowned, brain ticking as I slowly added a third finger and counted to three, “But Raye didn’t announce himself. He showed his ID to someone when they asked for proof that he wasn’t involved in the bus jacking-

“Oh my God was that Kira?” I gaped, “Did Kira plan the whole thing just to coax Raye’s name from him?!” I shook my head, “Surely that’s too much to achieve, even for Kira?”

“Why not?” I frowned, raising a brow to motion for her to continue her point, which she did.

“He was so bold on the train and that was only the second act; in order to get to that part, he had to do something in order to get the information he needed. How else would he be able to carry out his plan if he didn’t take chances and begin to explore his options?” I nodded along, humming as I bit my lip.

“‘Exploring’ is definitely the right word.” I echoed, “Because I’m not convinced even he understands the extent to which he is capable. Yet, anyway.” I gulped, adding into my notebook, ‘Kira is experimenting with his power, learning what he is and isn’t capable of. Will require a keener eye whilst looking into which deaths are potentially related.’

From there, I moved back over to the bus section, finishing it - for now, at least.

~ Raye Penber was the FBI agent on the bus

~ He showed his ID to someone on that bus, and it was a man.

~ Kira was on the bus.

~ Was the ‘man’ Kira? How else would Kira have gotten Raye’s identity?

~ He needed Raye’s name at the very least to kill him on the train.

~ FBI ID would, at best, have the name and face. Meaning that Kira doesn't need anything more than a name and face to kill

I began to add, on a separate string of thought, back in the white notebook, underneath what I had just written about Kira’s experimental killings:

~ Kiichiro Osoreda hijacked the bus, had a hallucination that made him run out of the bus and was then hit by a car and killed.

~ Kira knew this was going to happen, using it to aid him in getting Raye’s identity.

~ This means Kiichiro Osoreda knew Kira and planned the attack with him, or, alternatively, Kira had some form of control over Kiichiro Osoreda that forced him to do what Kira had planned.

~ From there, Kiichiro Osoreda’s mode of death: accident, was chosen.

~ Therefore, Kira can choose not just who dies, but how and possibly when.

At that point I was spent. My brain felt like mush and I knew I wasn’t getting any more out of it for at least the rest of the day.

Pushing all thoughts of Kira out of the window, I concentrated on things I needed to get done besides this and, then, anything I wanted to do for fun. Studying, of course, was included in the things I needed to do, along with uploading a new song on my Youtube, in order to continue to generate income. From there, however, I was free to do as I pleased. So I went onto draw and write whilst listening to TV and eating some instant noodles.

A simple but pleasant evening to a mentally strainful day.

‘Exactly what I needed.’

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thebusytypewriter · 9 months

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So likeeeee Matsuda oneshot??? Maybe the two of them making out while on duty??? Or even just him bullying reader :33333 plssss (ok a more like formal idea would be Matsuda continuously bumping into reader in the hall and thinking he doesn’t like them when in reality he has a crippling crush on them and he’s just too tsundere to admit it or smth) (why is requesting smth off anon so scary to me)

EEE absolutely, Cressie! Thank you for requesting! I hope I do your bbg justice :D

The first time Matsuda bumps shoulders with you while passing in the hallway, he earns himself a large red splotch on the sleeve of his good dress shirt.

No, it isn’t blood. Yes, he makes sure of it.

It’s paint, of all things. It makes sense, he supposes, given how you are the Ultimate Artist. The two of you have never really spoken, even though you both landed in the same section of the 77th Class, but that also makes sense. After all, his talent is strongly rooted in the sciences—neurology—while yours is among the arts.

Matsuda scowls as he dabs at the stubborn red spot with a paper towel. The arts, to him, are a waste of time. They can be a source of endorphins, but there are better, more efficient ways to acquire them than to just… well. He’s not entirely sure what it is that you do, but he can tell by your frantic running that it brings you more stress than joy.

(Like he should be the one to judge for that.)

The second time, it’s a green stain. The third, it’s black. Fourth, orange.

Matsuda’s running out of good shirts.

The fifth time he bumps into you in the hallway, paint finally remains out of the equation. Instead, you nearly knock him straight into the trash can with the sheer force of your hurry.

He catches himself on the wall and manages to avoid falling into the can, cursing all the way as you scramble to a stop. You’re babbling, he observes, mostly filled with apologies and questions about his wellbeing, all while you look at him with those large doe eyes. Matsuda spots a dry patch of blue paint on your cheek, as well as some in your hair. Your painter’s smock is absolutely littered with colorful stains, of course. He doubts you’ve noticed or even care at this point.

It’s rather… cute.

You’re reaching for him with a pinched brow. Shit, he must’ve missed everything you said. He smacks your hand away with a grumble. “Watch where you’re going, then, ditzy bitch.”

Leaving his first words spoken to you hanging in the air, he marches away toward the psych lab. He feels your wide-eyed stare burning into his back.

You don’t bump into him again after that.

Matsuda can tell that you’re avoiding him on purpose, probably so there isn’t a repeat of last time. He wonders for a moment if he went too far.

No, he reminds himself. You both may be Ultimates, but you’re very different people. You are a neurologist, working in a lab and making history in the sciences. They’re an artist that… that…

Not quite sure what possesses him to do so, Matsuda feels determined to find out what it is that you do in your art room. It’ll help him better understand the differences between the two of you.

Yes, that would be the only reason.

Nothing else.

Of course.

That’s what he tells himself until he’s staring at a half-finished canvas in the art room.

Instinctually, he identifies the subject as a brain—superior view of the brain, looking down at the two halves. On the left, open surfaces of the gyri are filled with numbers and letters and shapes and equations, all added in a brilliant collage made of both magazine and newspaper clippings as well as paint. It’s orderly and precise, just like the left brain is wired to be. He notices that it’s covered with a thin layer of plastic taped to the board, likely for protection.

The other side remains empty. Blank. In-progress.

“M-Matsuda-san!”

You’ve returned to the room, a palette in hand—one with freshly-added globs of paint adorning it. He was willing to bet that you’d been preparing to finish the piece with all of that color.

He takes far too long to say something, anything, so you end up following his gaze to the palette. Your cheeks flush. “Oh. I, uh, couldn’t decide on a color scheme for the right brain yet, so I just brought them all over to compare. But you don’t care about that, right?” Before he has the chance to argue, you’re moving past him toward the canvas. “I heard that art bores you. The visit is appreciated, but you don’t have to stay. I don’t want to keep you from important things—”

Matsuda hates, he realizes, how you assume such things about him. It’s nothing against you—only disappointment in himself for not being crystal clear.

Much faster than he would care to admit, Matsuda turns and grabs you by the shoulder to stop that train of thought and clarify his affection—affection?—for you when…

For the first time, he bumps into you with too much force, and the edge of your palette catches on the canvas. The other end slips from your grip, and the entire surface lands paint side against the blank right brain.

You scramble back, aghast, as the palette remains adhered to the canvas, colors oozing out from beneath the wood.

“Shit,” he finally says. “Sorry. Sorry, that wasn’t intentional. I can… I can pay for new supplies to replace the wasted ones. I can hire someone to restore it. I can fix this.”

“No need.”

Startled by the dismissal, Matsuda simply blinks at you. “…Huh?”

You’re smiling. You’re smiling, and it does weird things to his stomach. The surprise has worn off, it seems, while you pull the palette from the canvas gingerly. “As a great man once called it, this is a… happy accident.”

Sure enough, when the palette is removed, a swirl and spattering of color is left over top of the right brain’s section. A good portion of your lining is covered, but it’s still visible enough to trace over again. All things considered, it’s an impressive visualization of the creativity of the right brain in comparison to the left, not to mention appealing on its own.

“Thank you,” you mumble, the flush on your cheeks mirroring the heat in his own when he realizes he’d been saying all of that aloud. “But I should be giving you at least some of the credit. I-If you want it, that is. I know art’s boring to you.”

The faintest of smiles pulls at his lips without permission. “…I’m beginning to see the appeal.”

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mailjeevasfan · 1 year

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hi there! I like your writing. I was wondering if you could write how some of the death note characters would react if you were crying. It’s completely ok if you don’t want to :)

hey thank u sm ! ofc this is a rly cute prompt <3

-no gender stated for reader

-light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane, mello, matt, near, matsuda

-death note x reader

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how different dn characters would react if you were crying ❦

light yagami - if we’re thinking pre death note i think light would be a gentleman and honestly pretty romantic. in this context i mean he’d be super nice and would comfort you by holding you and reassuring you, but would also have just enough reason in there. he’d try his best to give u a solution to ur problems whilst also trying to be sensitive and not too unemotional. post death note, he’d maybe be a little more distant. he’d still love you the same but would also be concerned about keeping you on his side. he’d more or less be the same in comforting you but would be a lot more busy so wouldn’t have a lot of time

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l lawliet - ok we all know he’s very pragmatic and unemotional but if you are genuinely someone he is willing to devote his time to, he’d really want to be the best he could for you. he’d probably learn as he went along but would become more able to handle emotional problems as well. L would give you words of comfort and give you an outlet to explain the situation fully, so that he could evaluate it and show his love by coming up with a solution

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misa amane - would be super sweet but maybe a tiny bit airheaded. she’s more likely to not understand what you’re trying to convey, but seeing as she’s been through a lot of trauma in her life, she’d know at least how to handle things delicately. she’d give you so many hugs and kisses and tell you it’ll be alright, and would probably get you a present to make you feel better too

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mello - would be super nervous and fidgety but would hide it well. he is an emotional person but comforting someone else would probably be a little bit tougher for him. however if he really cares about you he would put all that aside and do whatever he can to help. and by that i mean he’d probably be offering to kill anyone that harms u in any way lmao. he’d make sure to stay close to you for a while and ask if there’s anything you need, whatever it is he’d do it

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matt - i think if he’d known u for a while and he was comfortable in your company then he’d be very very good at this kind of thing. i imagine him to be an attentive and observant person even if you wouldn’t expect it, so he’d know exactly what you need in this situation. he’d probably be giving u lots of forehead kisses to make u feel loved. after you’d calmed down a bit, he’d try and distract you with something like video games or a movie.

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near - similarly to L he’s very unemotional and honestly i think he’d freeze up a little. he would immediately try to give a logical answer to your problems but if you didn’t want that, he’d definitely do his best to comfort you with things like hugs and more loving words instead. after a while he’d be used to your needs and would know the right thing to do whenever you’re upset

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matsuda - he would literally rush to cuddle you and squeeze u so tight god bless his soul :’) ok but seriously he’d be great at this considering how sensitive he is himself he’d know just what to do. the last thing he’d want is for you to feel alone in a time like this and he’d tell you often that no matter the situation, you should come and talk to him whenever you’re sad. i feel like he’d try and make you your favourite meal but would fail miserably but your heart would be warmed by the fact that he even tried

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dearestones · 1 year

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Coffee Mugs and Confessions (Matsuda Touta x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff.

Anonymous Request: I've been reading your matsuda fics and they are so cute!! my boy needs more content🤧 I'm not sure if you still write for him but I could request Matsuda trying to confess his love to his coworker (sorry if my english is bad;;;

You absolutely adored your friend, Touta. Although he was usually held up with work on a case involving matters of great importance, he always made sure to spend time with you. Worrying about him was almost a futile effort. Even though there were days when you saw that there were more wrinkles on his face rather than sparkles in his eyes, when he saw you, his eyes would light up and his features would soften in light happiness. It was like he was a different person!

Gone was the stress and a subdued personality that was at odds with the persona you used to think was bubbly and somewhat childish back when you had first met. Yet, whenever he would invite you out for drinks after an entire day's worth of work lining the furrows of his brow, you could see that young man blooming to life again. With beer and sake flowing through the both of your veins, the both of you would talk about your day, often making jokes and commenting on the state of affairs regarding your places of work.

So, it surprised you one day, when Touta approached you.

You knew that he often stayed by his superior’s side, Chief Yagami Soichiro, but you were nonetheless happy that he sought you out. It wasn’t like you disliked the much older gentleman; it was quite the opposite actually! Almost everyone in your division loved and respected the chief and you hoped that once he retired, whoever would replace him would have at least a fraction of the charisma and the dedication that Chief Yagami often displayed. As one of his most devoted followers, Touta was sure to follow in his footsteps as a capable, but caring detective who had his eyes set on justice.

Truly, it was one of the things that you adored about your friend.

Even when it seemed like the world was bleak, there was an unerring sense of childlike faith that everything would turn out all right in the end.

Was it too childish in a field where sometimes investigations could be deadly or criminals had a tendency to get away if you weren’t careful? Perhaps, but you looked forward to his good nature and you hoped to learn from his resilience. Even if such naivete was not always welcome, you would support him no matter what.

He was a rare radiant light in this world and you were loath to take part in extinguishing such a wonderful trait from the world.

“Hiya, Touta!” You nodded at a mug of coffee that he often procured just for you. As always, it would be steaming hot and filled to the brim with your preferred way of making coffee. He was a quick study when he applied himself and considerate to boot. As you greeted him with a smile, you took the mug away from him, careful not to burn your fingers against the warm porcelain. “Is there something wrong? You usually don’t bring me coffee this early.”

You were joking. There were times when Touta didn’t want to be idle at his desk picking apart paperwork or following up with witnesses sometimes, but it was rare enough that you were—while not concerned—curious about his motives.

In response, Touta hummed anxiously, one of his hands reaching up to brush the back of his head. Was he trembling?

“Ah, do you mind taking a walk with me?” Your brows rose to your hairline. “I… It’s something important, but not that important? I mean if you’re busy, but—”

Kindly, you nodded at his rambling and eased yourself out of your desk and towards the exit. Grateful at your nonverbal acquiescence, your dear friend hurried after you, his words becoming more and more rapid as the both of you bypassed fellow detectives and police officers.

As your polished shoes tapped against the floor—quick, determined, and purposeful—you felt Touta’s hand grasp your shoulder before leading you towards the lobby area. Here, while there were many people bustling around, it was less likely that some of your coworkers near your area would be able to hound you with teasing and other delightful comments.

As much as you loved your job, there were times that you wished that some people would not pay your business any attention!

“So…” Touta took a sip of his coffee, probably burning his tongue by the looks of it as he suddenly gasped, before he regarded you sheepishly. “How was your day?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Touta, we barely started fifteen minutes ago.”

If there was one way to completely deflate Touta’s confidence, that was it. Like a bullet had hit his chest, Touta nearly keeled forward in embarrassment, but managed to right himself at the very last second. You felt bad, but you couldn’t help but pet his arm in amusement.

You squeezed his arm through his blazer, the crisp material comforting under your touch. “You’re nervous, so why not just tell me. Did something bad happen?”

Your voice was level, but you couldn’t help but internally wince at the concern that the both of you could clearly hear. Somewhere out there, a serial killer was running loose in the streets and committing crimes to a degree that was almost unheard of. At first, you thought that heart attacks were all coincidental—a new disease perhaps? an overrepresentation of deaths?—but then INTERPOL began to interfere and there were forums you would frequent online to check out the mess.

Apparently, everyone’s worst fears began to be realized.

Kira was not an entity to be trifled with.

Thankfully, Touta must have sensed where your thoughts were headed because he placed a hand over yours, his warmth a grounding presence that gently brought you back to the present.

“Well… that depends on your answer.”

Your brows furrowed. While Touta was clearly nervous now, there was a hidden strength in his words. It wasn’t a mask for his true feelings, no. It felt like he was steeling himself for a particularly tedious case. Or for battle.

“Well then.” You leaned back and gave him a toothy grin behind the rim of your coffee mug. Might as well enjoy your coffee if Touta decided to give you bad news so early in the morning. “Ask away.”

“What would you say to a date this Friday afternoon?”

If it were not for the fact that you knew you would have to clean the floor, you would have dropped or sputtered out your coffee. To compensate for your sudden bout of shock, you forced yourself to swallow and breathe.

In and out.

In and—

That’s it.

You had to ask.

“When you say date,” you proceed to ask in caution, “do you mean as friends or as… or as…” Your cheeks burned and the tips of your ears felt like someone had struck a match in close proximity.

What if you had misinterpreted Touta’s intentions?

Was that possible when you had heard him so clearly?

Or perhaps you were being delusional?

As your thoughts raced, which was akin to how Touta was rambling only moments ago you now began to realize, you felt Touta take the coffee mug away from your shaky grasp. A part of you wanted to hold onto the warmth, but you also knew that had he not done so, there was a very good chance that you would have become an impromptu janitor.

Touta leaned in close, his eyes freezing you to the spot.

Touta was a man who was able to live and grow from insecurities. He wore his vulnerability on his sleeve and he was not afraid to tell the truth. Although he was far from perfect, you knew that he would one day make someone so happy and proud to be his partner.

Would that partner be you?

“I’ve always admired you.” You had to strain your ears, his voice a soothing melody that barely rose above a lull. Dimly, you were aware of the world outside of this bubble, but you chose to focus on Touta. Even if he was so soft, so vulnerable at this moment, you thought him just as beautiful and as radiant as the sun. You couldn’t look away if you tried. “You’re kind, sweet, and just as driven to justice as the Chief.” He took a deep breath and smiled at you. “I know we don’t always get a happy ending in law enforcement, but I would like to at least try with you. Would you like to be my partner?”

It didn’t matter if he was holding two coffee mugs, you wanted to be close to him.

Without so much as an answer or warning, you flung your arms around his side. Splatters of coffee could be heard as Touta awkwardly tried to hug you back, but decided not to considering the fact that he was still holding the mugs filled with hot coffee. Instead, he inclined his head atop yours.

“Is that a yes?”

You squeezed tighter and made a promise to help him clean up the coffee after you finished conveying how much his confession meant to you.

“Of course it is!”

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lasinlawliet · 1 year

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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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fan-therapy · 2 years

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How They Hold Your Hand (Death Note x Reader)

Includes- L, Light, Matsuda (MY BELOVED)

L- With your fingers interlaced, thumb grazing the back of your palm. His grip is loving and tight, but not too tight- just enough to feel the warmth from your body heat and the love when you hold his hand in your own.

Light- Hands un-laced. Your hands wrap around each other's palms, and his grip is loose and gentle. It's intimate in a way, and you can tell that he loves you.

Matsuda- Usually, it's you holding his thumb. You take it into your palm like a child, but he's comforted by it. It's playful. It's sweet, and somehow reminds you of an old married couple.

#death note #l lawliet #headcannons #light yagami #touta matsuda #x reader #matsuda x reader #light x reader #l x reader #yn insert

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dummyandchubby · 2 years

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hey if ur still taking requests can i ask for matsuda x female reader smut? you can write it however thats just the base of it 🤗. thank you!

Matsuda x fem! Reader smut request

Certainly, I hope you like the following ^^

Genre: Smut

TW: Smut/NSFW content, oral male and female receiving, p in v sex, brief swearing, please let me know if I missed anything

Minors, and ageless blogs DNI

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(Reader's POV)

I could tell that Matsuda had been stressed from work. He had been coming home really late, and looked exhausted just about every time. I couldn't exactly blame him as his job was demanding, he wasn't getting much time off to rest.

It was late night, as I laid awake thinking of what I could do to help him relax, when an idea came to me. It seemed like a good idea, and it would be something we could both enjoy. I looked over at Matsuda, who was fast asleep, and nodded to myself as I made up my mind. 'You're in for a treat when you wake up in the morning.' I smiled to myself. Luckily, Matsuda had tomorrow off, which meant that was the perfect time.

(Time skip to the next morning)

(No one's POV)

Y/n woke up early that morning, and sat up in the bed, stretching as they yawned. She looked over at the still sleeping Matsuda. She smiled softly as she leaned over, and gently placed a kiss on his forehead to wake him up. Matsuda opened his eyes slowly to see Y/n only a few inches away from his face. “Good morning, Matsuda, did you sleep well?” She smiled at him. “Mm yeah.” He said in a tired voice. He sat up, and lazily wrapped his arms around Y/n as he nuzzled his face into her neck. “Hey, I got an idea to help you relax from all the stress, works been giving you.” Y/n said. “What is it?” Matsuda asked as he looked up at Y/n with sleep still in his eyes.

Y/n smirked as she kissed his neck, and straddled him. Matsuda's eyes widened as realization hit him. “Oh! That's what you meant.” He said, earning a slight chuckle from Y/n as she nodded. “Yes, so what do you say?” Y/n asked. “Let's do it.” He smiled as he kissed Y/n on her lips deeply.

The two had stripped down to their underwear as they made out. Y/n grinded against Matsuda's bulge, earning a small mewl from him. “Let's get the rest of these off.” She smirked before slipped off Matsuda's boxers, revealing his erection. Y/n leaned down, and kissed the tip of his cock before taking it in her mouth.

Matsuda let out a breathy moan as Y/n sucked him off. Her mouth felt both wet, and warm to him as she ran her tongue against his tip. He groaned as Y/n continued. She popped off his cock and looked up at him with a faint blush. “You can guide my head, y'know, it won't hurt me.” She said as she teased his tip by licking slightly. Matsuda placed a hand on the back of her head as she placed him back in her mouth. He guided the pace, and how far she took him with her mouth. He grunted as he thrust his hips forward. “Fuck.” He let out a breathy moan as he felt himself twitch, and ejaculate down Y/n's throat, giving her no choice but to swallow it.

There was a small 'pop' sound as she took his cock out of her mouth. “Your turn.” Matsuda smirked, and flipped Y/n onto her back.

(Matsuda's POV)

I felt amazing after what Y/n had done for me, and wanted to return the favor. I took off her panties, and saw how wet she had gotten. I dipped my head down between her legs. I placed my hands on her hips as I kissed her inner thighs. I looked up at her as I began to eat her out. Hearing her moans encouraged me to continue as I sucked on her clit. Her moans only got louder as I buried my face in her pussy.

“Matsuda, mmm~” Y/n moaned as she wrapped her legs around my head. I continued what I was doing as I felt her place her hand on the back of my head, and shove me forward. I kept eating Y/n out as she reached her climax. I gave her a few more licks before sitting back up.

(No one's POV)

Y/n looked up at Matsuda as she panted slightly before pulling him into a quick kiss. “What do you say we go all the way?” She asked him with lustful eyes. “Yeah, let's do it.” Matsuda nodded eagerly.

Y/n smirked as she climbed on top of him, and her legs were on either side of him. She placed her hands on his chest as she began to ride him.

Matsuda placed his hands on Y/n's hips as she kept bouncing on his cock. The bedroom became filled the sounds with moaning, and skin slapping. “Ah! Matsuda feels so good~” Y/n moaned in pleasure. Matsuda watched in ecstasy as Y/n's breasts jiggled as she began to bounce faster.

Both their moans got louder, and louder as they got closer to reaching their climax. “Matsuda!”" Y/n!” They cried out each other's name as they finally reached ecstasy.

Matsuda slipped himself out of Y/n as he held her as she laid down with her head down on his chest. “That was great.” Y/n said as she caught her breath. “Yeah, the best way to start the day.” Matsuda nodded as he smiled slightly.

The two of them lay together in bed for the morning as they came down from their sexual high.

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