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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ HOLDING HIM AGAIN - L LAWLIET

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 403

it’s not common for you boyfriend to fall asleep at night, the fact that he is trying to find the world’s most notorious killer is weighing enough on him to not allow himself to fall into slumber. it might cost him his health, but what else is there to do when he is basically fighting against time? how long will it take until kira find his real name out or proceeds to kill everyone in the task force?

but now when l lawliet is wrapped in your warm embrace as he has finally come home for the first time in a month, all those thoughts about kira is no longer on his mind, and you won’t bring it up either.

his face is pressed against your chest and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he lies on top of you with his eyes closed. he hasn’t slept in a real bed for weeks and has barely gotten to see you during those weeks either, so finally getting to be in your arms gives him enough motivation and energy to investigate for years from now.

“i’m gonna have to leave early in the morning,” L mutters into your shirt as his hands cling to you. he would love to stay like this forever, but that can only be possible after he’s caught kira. “but maybe we can eat breakfast together if you wake up early too?”

you nod and brush a hand through his dark hair that he hasn’t bothered brushing as he’s stuck in headquarters all the time. no one else except you or the task force see him either way. “i’ll wake up early too. at what time do you want to get up? i’ll set an alarm,” your boyfriend sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck now instead. “at four, is that okay?”

“that’s okay, i’ll just go back to sleep when you’ve left,” he nods and presses a kiss to your warm skin. “i’m jealous. can’t wait to cuddle with you all the time as soon as kira is caught.”

“you’ll have to make sure you catch him soon then or you might die from touch starvation,” you smile softly and he chuckles. “i might actually do just that, so i’ll try to catch him as fast as i can so we can continue to stay like this for the rest of our lives.”

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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⋆｡°✩ death note reaction - little things they do for you

includes: established relationship, ooc light idc that he isn't romantic i love him :((

a/n: i've been rewatching death note so i'm thinking of taking reqs for l, light, and near. feel free to send any ideas !! (preferably light x male reader)

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ l - sharing his sweets

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you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as you stumble out of your hotel bedroom and into the main room. l sits in his usual position on one of the chairs; absentmindedly pulling his bottom lip between his fingers. he pauses slightly when he hears you approach as he continues looking through the various files sprawled across the desk.

“anything new?” you murmur, setting a small, strawberry pastry down beside him.

“nothing yet.” l replies.

he reaches over to hold the plate up to his lips. he breaks off a small piece before handing it over to you. “thank you,” you softly smile at him. the treat tastes sweet in your mouth. you pick a piece of fresh strawberry from the top as you watch l continue to work. “it’s getting late.”

“i’ll come to bed soon. you don’t have to wait up for me.”

you shake your head. “i’ll stay.”

l startles slightly when your head falls against his shoulder. he stares at you with wide eyes as your eyes flutter closed; your body relaxed against his side. he stiffens beneath your touch as he contemplates what to do.

finally, he reaches over to gently shake you awake. “y/n,” he whispers. you blink up at him through tired eyes as he softly smiles at you. “we can go to bed now.”

⋆｡°✩ light - confiding in you

(word count 227)

a soft sigh leaves your lips as you let yourself collapse onto light’s perfectly-made bed. he watches you from the corner of his eye with a soft smile as he pulls his chair back to sit down at his desk. “tired?” he asks.

“it was a long day,” you hum.

light walks over to sit beside you on his bed as a comfortable silence falls over the room as you move to sit beside him before light speaks again.

“somebody approached me today. he claimed that he was l.” you remain silent as his hands ball into fists; his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “he’s screwed me. if he really is l, i can’t risk writing his name down. but if he isn’t, why would they still be investigating me?”

“light,” you whisper. you reach out to grab his hand, taking it into your own. he remains silent as you intertwine your fingers together in an attempt to soothe him. “think about it. they’re getting more desperate. why would l risk revealing himself to you if they have any reason to suspect you?”

you gently rub your thumb against light’s skin in an attempt to calm him. you watch as his shoulders slowly begin to relax before he nods. “you’re right,” he smiles. he leans in to pull you into a quick peck. “i’m glad i have you.”

⋆｡°✩ near - playing with his hair

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“near?” you whisper as you cautiously approach the boy. he barely reacts as you walk over to sit on the ground beside him; his hand continues absentmindedly stacking and restacking blocks. he twists a stray strand of hair between his fingers.

“it’s late.” you say. your voice cuts through the previous silence. despite his seeming apathy, you can tell he’s listening by the way his hands momentarily pause their building. “will you come to bed with me?”

near remains silent for a few minutes in response. you carefully reach over to rest a gentle hand against his back before you slowly begin to rub small circles against his skin.

his deliberation comes to an end when he restacks the blocks. “okay.” you smile softly as he intertwines your fingers together, following after you as you stand up and lead him to a small, designated bedroom.

near slips underneath the covers first before you join him. he curls his body up beside you, leaning his head against your chest. the soft locks of his hair tickle against your bare skin as he comfortably nuzzles himself into your warmth.

you bring a hand up to carefully begin to card your fingers through near’s hair; twisting the strands between your fingers much like he does. “i like it when you do that,” he whispers into the darkness.

you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “get some rest, near.”

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osaemu · 4 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH: L LAWLIET

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he has a high fever, but he won't let you take care of him.

contents: gn!reader. fluff. mentions of mild sickness. first time writing for L (my new hyperfixation!)

“ryu, you can’t seriously work like this,” you insist, tugging at the sleeve of L’s shirt. he doesn’t respond until you snatch the half-eaten pastry out of his hand. “i’m serious!”

L turns and looks at you disbelievingly. “i’m fine,” he responds indifferently, not seeming to notice the red blush spreading throughout his face. “it’s not bad enough to keep me from the investigation,” he adds, making an attempt to retrieve his snack from your outstretched hand.

“you have a fever,” you say pointedly, taking a bite of the sugary sweet. L makes an unimpressed face and sighs, posture worsening even more—is that even possible?—before he turns back to his computer.

“i can’t even feel it,” L insists, sticking out his bottom lip. you reach out and brush some of his hair out of his eyes, resting the back of your hand on his forehead. either your boyfriend has an otherworldly resistance to sickness or he’s lying, because he’s burning up.

you sigh and let your hand fall from L’s forehead to his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as you watch him scroll through some sort of legal document. obviously, he’s not going to stop working without a reason, so you try a different approach. “L, if you’re sick, does that affect your deductive skills?”

L’s fingers still around the computer mouse, ceasing his scrolling as he looks back up at you. “i guess.”

“so you shouldn’t be working on a really important case while you have a high fever, right? or you could miss something.”

he scrunches up his nose in response and thinks for a long second. “why are you trying so hard to get me to stop working?” L asks, narrowing his eyes. he tilts his head in genuine curiosity—which is funny, because you think it should be obvious.

you shrug in response, a small smile growing on your lips. “shouldn’t you know already?” you tease, poking his cheek playfully. L looks at you blankly, giving no discernable reaction—like always. “you’re impossible,” you huff, crossing your arms childishly.

“answer the question.”

“because i care about my boyfriend. sue me.”

L blinks, a flicker of surprise shining in his dark eyes. he doesn’t respond, but he does stand up and take your hand, cold fingers tangling with yours as he lets you lead him away. “thank you,” he murmurs, and his voice is almost quiet enough for you to miss his words entirely. you squeeze his hand in response—no need for words.

he rests his head on your shoulder as you exit the dark, shaded investigation room. "can i have the last bite?" he asks tentatively, pointing at the remainder of his pastry that's left in your other hand. you laugh a little and nod, pausing in front of a flight of stairs to feed L the last sugar-filled bite.

L's lips close around the flaky pastry and brush against your fingers, and even with the added blush from his fever, his face noticeably goes a shade pinker.

"you're so cute, ryu," you mumble, brushing away the crumbs that linger around his lips with your thumb. he hums in reply, shadowed eyes closing as he rests his cheek in your palm.

"i'm tired."

"then let me take care of you for a little," you insist, watching as he reopens his eyes and looks back at the ajar door of the investigation room. "please?"

"fine. a couple hours, then i have to get back to the case."

"m'kay, m'kay."

(he ends up falling asleep in your arms and doesn't wake up for seventeen hours straight—but when he does, his fever's gone!)

#osaemu #l x reader #death note x reader #l x you #death note x you #l x y/n #death note x y/n #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x y/n #death note fluff #l fluff #l lawliet fluff #death note drabbles #l drabbles #l lawliet drabbles

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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 3 months

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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.

He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.

Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.

It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.

But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.

He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.

He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.

Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.

He just loves you enough to kill you.

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Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.

Applies to :

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L

Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?

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caramelarchive · 4 months

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okay but rubbing noses with L. hhh.

just him walking up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning forward to brush his somewhat pointy nose against your softer one.

you can smell his breath, the scent of cake and coffee and strawberries. he can smell yours, too, and he wouldn't care at all if it smelt like tuna or if it smelt like rainbows because when your lips part you're so beautiful. he just wants to kiss you.

but kissing doesn't feel as intimate as this.

so his nose stays there, against yours, and the greatest detective in the world is standing here with you as the sun sets outside the windows, breathing on you and soaking in your light and warmth as he stares into your wonderful eyes.

and then as quickly as he came,

he's gone,

the scent of vanilla frosting lingering where he stood.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

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sanb3rry · 1 year

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come home to me ..

( ask by @siireneyes ; kinda deleted it by accident but i remember it so i shall deliver !!! )

warnings : very fluffy, kinda ooc light (basically him pre-death note), typos maybe

summary: you’re feeling down after a day of work but your lovely boyfriend shall make you feel better ! ♡

you shuffled into your quiet apartment, the lights were off due to how late it was. you dropped your bag and keys on the couch and headed to your shared bedroom. you tried to be as quiet as you could, hoping to not wake up your boyfriend. despite your efforts, he woke up anyways.

he’s always been a light sleeper, so it’s to be expected. “why are you so late?” light asked after looking at the clock on the bedside table. “did i wake you up? sorry.” you apologized as you slowly got into the bed after changing into your pjs. he was quiet, expecting an answer for his previous question. you sighed.

“my coworker gave me his work to complete since he had to leave early.” you finally answered.

“he can’t do that, you should’ve said no.” light remarked, “i couldn’t, he’s super close to the superiors.” you snuggled into him.

light wasn’t dumb, far from it actually. this job was draining you, emotionally and physically. he put the dots together quite quickly when he noticed your under-eyes from not getting enough sleep, the fact that you two barely go to sleep together anymore and that one time he accompanied you to a work party, you looked like you were gonna cry any second while you were talking to your superiors.

he rubbed your back, hoping to make you feel better. “darling, i really think you should quit.” he said. you pulled away to look at him. there was tears welling in your eyes, his eyes widened. he didn’t like it all when you cried.

“listen, i make more than enough to support the both of us and it’ll give you time to relax and focus on stuff that makes you feel happy.” he continued. “that does sound nice, but i dont know..” you sounded reluctant.

“i’ll find you another job if you still wanna work, but this isn’t working.” he stated. light isn’t a big fan of comforting people but if it’s you, he’ll do anything to help. “this coworker of yours really pisses me off, i’ll take care of him too, i promise.” his hand wiping away the tears running down your face.

you felt so much better when you talked to him, thoughts about work or anything bothering you flood away. “thank you, light.” you were truly so grateful you had him.

“i hope you know i’m always here for you, if something is troubling you, i will do my best to solve it.” he smiled. you kissed him, how could you not? he’s always so sweet to you.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you too. now go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” he kissed you on the forehead.

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possexed · 2 years

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CAN YOU KISS ME MORE !

l lawliet x fem! reader || breeding kink || short smut imagine

content warnings : size kink, cumflation, breeding, overstimulation, teasing, rough sex, semi-public sex, afab reader but no specified pronouns, establish relationships.

summary : sometimes when work gets too frustrating for your lovely lawliet, he can’t help but come find you to relieve some stress in his headquarters. <3

it was way too risky to even really consider it, but there you were, laying on the couch in the headquarters on your back while L continuously fucked into your sopping cunt.

the squelching and wet sounds bounced off of the walls and almost could echo through the entire building, not to mention the rest of the task force would be coming in soon.

L didn’t mean it, really, but the way your tight walls hugged him and kept pulling him back in to continue to abuse your pussy was an incredibly addicting feeling. the way you moaned when he hit just the right spot, or the way your tits bounced against your skin and your nipples perked when he leaned down to suck and abuse them too was also incredibly addictive.

the couch was practically soaked, covered in his cum and your juices which were leaking out at every thrust of his hips as he desperately tried to fuck it right back into you.

the pleasure was too much for you and your cunny, your legs almost violently twitching against his shoulders because of how they were hoisted there.

you were crying from the amount of pleasure you felt, broken sobs of “please!”, “lawliet!—” and breathless moans coming from your lips like a prayer. you didn’t even know what you were begging for, your hand on your puffy clit when L continued to abuse you and add to your whining.

“you can,” he started, immediately closing his mouth to stop a sweet moan from coming from his lips, “continue, right sweetheart?—“ one particular rough thrust interrupted him for a quick second. “maybe I’ll be able to have another successor. doesn’t that sound nice?” he teased, knowing you couldn’t really answer as he moved one of his hands from your hips to your stomach.

he heard broken pleads of “ohs!” and “yesyesyes!” coming from you, obviously in-love with the way he was making you feel. “you’re already so full of my cum, i’m sure one more round couldn’t hurt.”

he continued to pound mercilessly on your cunt, the hand on your cum-filled stomach feelings how the tip of his cock battered across your cervix, enhancing your pleasure whilst you continued to vigorously rub your clit.

soon after you both released, L groaning into it while you continued to babble anything on your fucked dumb mind as you come down from your high, you were still so sensitive after countless amounts of orgasms from before

“not so fast” he started, flipping you around in a quick motion and having your ass in the air. “I’m sure you can handle one more round.” he finished, slipping his cock straight back into your sopping cunt. “after all, they won’t be here for another 20 minutes.” <3

── POSSEXED ✦ (📖)

#l lawilet #death note #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x reader smut #smut #death note smut #Drabble #x reader

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bearhugsandshrugs · 5 months

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more.cute.gortie.drabbles

I neeeeeeeeeeed

Thank yew✨❤️❤️

me tooooooo omg I feel like I'm spamming all of my followers with Gortash drabbles this week

so uhhhhh sorry if this isn't your thing

But I'm going to talk about how he'd be SO ANNOYED when he realizes he's falling for you. Like. Balled fists, growl at his staff, throw the papers off his desk kind of mad. He'd be raging.

But before that, he'd be oblivious. First time he feels kind of weird is when you crack a joke and he laughs heartily, so different from his usual persona, and something in the back of his mind... clicks. It's hard to spot, so he doesn't at first, but then it happens again, and again, and he starts to notice when you're not around, and then, he starts to dread the meetings which you aren't part of.

He still doesn't connect the dots though. You're a valued friend, after all, a good coworker, someone whose input he appreciates. But other than that?

He seeks out some girls, some boys, at his usual haunts, tries to fuck this gnawing sensation at the back of his mind away, and it helps, for a few weeks, but then one day he pounds into his partner and he sees your face and he goes limp, yes, LIMP, because he's so taken aback, and shocked, like wtf? If he's horny for someone he just seduces them, but seeing someone else's face? And then losing his erection? That's never happened and you can be damn sure he's PISSED

So he decides to avoid you, at all costs, but nope, that doesn't help, because now you're worried, and you give him this saddened confused look, and his heart nearly leaps out of his chest every time he does end up seeing you, and this was not the plan gods damn it???

So there he is, pacing up and down his room, realizing he's FUCKED because he's fallen in love, with you no less, and you're too important in the grand scheme of things, too amazing, would you even... consider?

Anyway, that's not the point, the point is that he's not in control, and fuck, he'd sworn to himself a long time ago that would never happen again. He'd be in control, always, that's why he went down the path he chose, that's why he'd fucked, and fought, and bargained, and terrorized his way to the top; and that's all he knows, and none of that would work on you, okay maybe the fucking, but the thought of getting naked in front of you, for you, makes his mouth run dry and he can't breathe–

#enver gortash #gortash x reader #my writing #more drabbles because why not #i'm sorry this ends on this note!!!#if you want a happy version of that read Til Death haha #at least the first chapters :D

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amaya-writes · 7 months

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Amaya's Ringtober 2023 Masterlist

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Masterlist:

How the Haikyuu boys would propose to you: Kenma, Kuroo, Daichi, Kageyama, Oikawa, Atsumu

The demon brothers reacting to their fiance losing her ring

Innocent childhood romance with Megumi where he gives you a promise ring

Nanami and his stay at home wife headcanons

Illumi angst scenario: his wife finds out he 'cheated' during one of his assassinations

Black Clover characters introduce you (their new finance) to their siblings: Finral, Gauche, Leo

Port mafia characters x reader arranged marriage AU (reader is Mori's relative): Dazai (he never left PM AU), Chuuya, Akutagawa

The 1A boys and the type of ring they would propose with

Tokyo Revengers characters picking out a ring: Mikey, Hanma, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya

Gojo, Itadori and Nanami reacting to reader rejecting their proposal

Bnha characters arranged marriage AU x traditional reader: Izuku, Shoto, Bakugo, Denki, Shinso

Shigaraki x Redestro's daughter arranged marriage AU

How they would react to your ring being the wrong size: Gojo, Dazai, Bakugo, Shoto, L, Mikey

Your child broke your marriage ring scenario with Dabi

Bnha characters accidentally proposing at the same time as reader: Iida, Denki, Tokoyami, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinsou and Shigaraki

Reader reacting to finding out they once wanted to marry someone else- open to characters but wants Gojo, Megumi, Hisoka and Atsushi

Haikyuu characters noticing reader stopped wearing their ring (angst to comfort- everything's fine at the end) any characters + Ushijima and Kuroo

1A boys when the reader proposes to them

1A boys reacting to reader watching a wedding scene and saying 'that's going to be us someday?'

Gojo reacting to reader looking starstrucked by a wedding dress they see while shopping

BSD characters reacting to reader casually saying they're going to marry them one day

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Game Status:

OPEN, Currently Writing Reqs

Requests Status:

21/30 Reqs, 6/21 Written

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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It's 2am.

It's 2am and Misa is falling asleep on your shoulder as you're watching a sappy romance. Her head keeps jerking up as she tries to stay awake and she giggles and kisses your arm and yawns. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smudged and she's wearing oversized, ugly, green pyjamas. And she's falling asleep right there with you.

It's 2am and Light is leading you in a deliberately clumsy ballroom dance around the room. He bumps you into the bed and walls to hear you laugh. And he catches you every time he thinks you might really stumble, because of course he's perfect. But it's more fun to mess up. It's quiet and cool and he's dancing with you.

It's 2am and L is throwing marshmallows into your mouth. It's the same as any other time of day for him but as you're snuggled into his lap in the dead of night the lights dancing in the corners of your eyes might just be fairies. And he holds you as he takes five minutes off work and tells you stories, just there, just him and you.

It's 2am.

It's 2am and it's just the two of you.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

#teehehe #this made me smile #death note #its 2am #misa amane #light yagami #l lawliet #lei writes #lei's lawliet #writing #drabble #quick read #quiet moments

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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| MINORS DNI |

| tw: twitter link - gauze play. slight dacryphilia. sligghtttt mean Dom things. mentions of edging. let me know if i’m missing anything. all mentioned characters are aged up to after their time skips (when applicable).

| a/n: a couple of ppl i've talked to don't really know what gauze play is, so i'm here to help ya'll out lolll

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"aw, poor boy... it hurts, is that right? no? it feels good? oh, well then maybe we should keep going then." it's so easy to laugh at him when he's whining and squirming like that- handcuffs jingling against the headboard, hips swinging back and forth to try to get away even though you're sat on top of him. he sounds adorable. pathetic, sure, but still adorable. and, oh, when you hit just the right spot to make him cry because it does feel good though he doesn't want to admit it... that's heaven right there... forcing him to edge again and again under the texture of the lubed up piece of gauze. it's cute how he doesn't want to give into it. the feeling is so strong that the pain inevitably turns to pleasure, and before either of you really know it, he's teetering on the edge, begging you to finally touch him so that he can cum. how can you ever deny your precious boy? how silly would you be to make him upset? so, of course, you'd let him cum! but only while the gauze it dragging over his tip and he's panting and squirming to get away.

| characters: CHANWOO, hibiki, matsuda, zanka, KENMA, YAMAGUCHI, choso, itadori, noritishi, TOGE, yuutah, MIDORIYA, TAMAKI, naoya, ineka.

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @aki-and-saltfish , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon

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sentinelpri · 1 year

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Juxtaposition

You sneak out at midnight to go see the mysterious detective, otherwise known as L- or, as his subordinates call him, Ryuzaki. You prefer L. Something about it seems more casual, more intimate, more… Real.

It’s dark outside. You know your father, Soichiro Yagami, and your brother, Light Yagami, would be equally as pissed if they knew about this- your father for you sneaking out alone at night and your brother for you going to see L. Luckily, they don’t know about it. You’ve managed to keep your little affair with the world’s greatest detective a secret between the two of you.

It’s not a long journey from your family home to the shitty apartment that L stays in downtown. You’d really prefer to drive your car, but you’d also hate for anyone to notice your car missing in the middle of the night and ask about it, hence why you leave your car, lock your bedroom door, and sneak out through the window every night to see L rather than the more practical idea of driving.

Part of you thinks you should move out to avoid your parents’ constant questions about your love life. It’s convenient to live with them while finishing your college degree, though, even if they are constantly comparing you to your genius little brother, Light.

When you arrive at the apartment, the door isn’t unlocked for you, so you have to send L a text to let him know that you’re there (though you’re sure he already knows, as you sent him a text when you first left... That and the camera outside his apartment door is something he keeps a close eye on when he has spare time).

You listen carefully for his footsteps, but as per usual, you can’t hear them. L walks as quietly as a lithe cat, soft and silent. You feel a single onyx eye on you through the one-way peephole at the top of the apartment door. That feeling is followed by the jiggling and unlocking of the regular lock, the deadbolt, and the pull lock that L keeps on his door for extra security. You also have to order the pin passcode he gave you on the keypad that’s adjacent to the doorway before he finally opens the door.

You aren’t surprised when you walk in and see that L is still one hundred percent awake. You lock the mess of locks back shut behind you and turn to see him sat back down in that peculiar position of his in a rocking chair. All the lights are on, and on the end table to his left there’s a half-eaten plate of strawberries and shortbread cookies. L is as wasteful with food as ever, leaving the half of the strawberries closest to the stem uneaten. That fact doesn’t surprise you.

You sigh and sit down in the chair across from L. The two of you stare at each other, onyx burning into (e/c). Then, he grabs one of the shortbread cookies from his plate and holds it out to you. You don’t have nearly the affinity for sweet foods that the detective does, but you take the cookie from him and eat it regardless because you know that’s his way of expressing what love he has for you. You shift awkwardly in the chair and watch him. It’s been hard for you to get away from your house lately, as your father and brother have been staying up later and later with all the Kira nonsense going on. It’s been a week since you’ve actually been able to see L one on one like this.

L’s nails are grown out longer than they should be, yet you can tell he’s been biting at them because of the chips and jagged pieces at the ends. His fluffy dark locks are clearly tangled and unwashed, and the shadowy bags under his eyes are even worse than usual. You know he hasn’t been taking care of himself without you there. Part of you is flattered that you’re the only one he’ll listen to about that sort of thing. The other part of you is worried about what will become of L once this whole Kira thing is over and he has to leave you. You wonder if he’ll continue treating himself like garbage for the sole purpose of devoting more time to his cases than to self-care. You’re sure he will. There’s no need to wonder, you think.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself since my last visit, have you?” You ask even though you already know the answer.

“Hm,” L responds. It’s not a ‘yes’ nor is it a ‘no’- he knows that you don’t need confirmation because you already know the answer. L’s feet are underneath him as are his knees, and his arms are wrapped around them. You can’t imagine the strain that puts on his leg muscles, but any time anyone else has asked about it, he seems rather annoyed and argues that it’s the only sitting position that allows his brain to work at its maximum capacity. So, he must be thinking about something. “What have your brother and your father been up to lately?”

“Nothing different than usual,” You answer with a small smile as you finish the cookie. You know he’s trying to change the subject from his terrible treatment of himself. You don’t allow it. “Now let’s get you a bath. I’m not cuddling with you tonight if you don’t, because I can smell you from here.”

L whines at that, to which you laugh. You imagine yourself telling stories to those you know about the famous detective acting like this; a whiny, petulant child. You know they wouldn’t believe you.

“Fine,” L stands and stretches his arms upwards in a way that makes you suspect he’s been sitting in that same chair for hours on end without break.

You stand up as well. The two of you walk together to the bathroom. L shuts and locks the bathroom door behind both of you, then sits on the lid of the toilet. You plug the drain of the bathtub and start running ice cold water. You find it odd, but that’s what L claims to prefer; something about it helping him relax so he can focus. You add bubbles and bath salt, too. L says he doesn’t understand the point of them, that they’re a waste of money. You pay him no mind and add them anyway, because if you don’t force him into indulging in the small pleasures of life, who else will? God, what love does to people…

You shake your head and turn to see L chewing his nails once more.

“Stop biting, L,” You sigh out.

He blushes, knowing he’s been caught, and snatches his fingers away from his mouth. To replace the nail-biting, he fidgets with his fingers instead. In the meantime, you drag the bathroom trash can in front of where L is sitting, find nail clippers, and trim his nails for him.

“I don’t see why you go through the effort,” L breathes for what must be the millionth time since the two of you started doing this. How long has it been now? Months? It’s been at least a few months, you’re sure of it, but it feels like it’s been forever since this all started between you and the mysterious detective. “They’re just going to grow back.”

“I’m aware,” You grumble upon finishing his nails. You don’t stop, though, going for a bottle of detangler and a comb for his hair. L whines like a baby and pulls to and fro whenever you start combing the tangles out of his hair. He doesn’t tell you to stop, though, so you keep combing through it until you can run the comb through his now-silky black locks with no issue. The detangler is moist and fragrant, making L’s hair smell like roses. The scent doesn’t suit him, really, but you suppose it’s better than gnatty hair. “I just know it’s uncomfortable for you to have them too long and you won’t trim them yourself. Same with everything else I do for you, too.”

“Hm,” L doesn’t really respond, noncommittal and unreadable again.

The scary part of all of this is that even though L is the kind of man that most parents would hate to see dating their child, you love him anyway. You love him when he’s his tired, grumpy self and when he’s uncharacteristically humorous and affectionate. You love him even though you’ve known that he’s suspected Light as Kira from the start. You love him even though he’s mean to Misa and close comrades with your father. They all deserve it, anyway, you think. If L asked you to, you’d crash and burn along with him; and with how long this has been going on now, you probably will later down the line. You know that.

The bath water finishes running. You turn the faucet off and gesture for L to get in. He undresses in front of you shamelessly, removing his white thermal shirt, dark jeans, and boxers, and tossing them in the bathroom hamper. He steps into the water and sits down in that ridiculous crouching position of his. You settle on the edge of the bathtub and get to work by shampooing and conditioning L’s hair and scrubbing a soap-doused loofa up and down his body.

It’s silent, but not awkward. The silence is comfortable just as it always has been. You think about when this first started some months ago. A night spent with you helping L go over evidence on the Kira case turned into a night of hands accidentally brushing and eyes pouring into each other until he finally lost his composure and kissed you underneath the moonlight beaming in from the cracks in his living room blinds. You smile fondly at the thought as you finish washing him. His body is long and thin, perhaps a little too thin- not that you mind it. The fact that he’s so skinny with the junk he eats is amazing. Maybe the calories are truly consumed by the amount of brain power he uses, or maybe he has an amazing metabolism.

“L… What’s your real name?” You ask even though you’re aware you won’t get a real answer.

“What, is Ryuzaki not convincing enough for you, (y/n)?”

“No, not really.”

You expect L to quip back with something clever or even downright rude. He doesn’t. For a moment, the calm facade slips enough for him to be vulnerable with you.

“I wish I could tell you my real name, I really do… But I can’t until Kira is apprehended. It’s not that I don’t trust you, (y/n), I just can’t take the risk. I’d hate to die before we have the opportunity to make this official.”

You love L, and L loves you. You know that. He may not say it with words, but he says it in the way he looks and smiles at you when no one else is paying attention. He says it in the food he offers you that you know he wouldn’t share with anyone else. He says it in how he kisses you, in how his hands rest on your hips, in how his arms wrap around your body and hold you close on nights like this. He says it in how he reaches out with his cold, damp hand and rests it on your cheek.

“You really mean that?” You smile and lean into L’s touch as he runs his thumb over your cheekbone.

He nods, and to your surprise, says the words you’ve been waiting to hear since this started.

“I love you.”

You gulp and rush to respond.

“I-I love you, too, L.”

“Would you like to stay tonight?”

You blink at that. According to L, everyone is a suspect, it just so happens that different people have different likelihoods of being Kira that the detective measures with percentages you don’t quite understand. You and L both know that Kira has most likely found out about L investigating him and wants L dead because of it. No one who is a true suspect should be left around L, alone and sleeping and defenseless, even you. The risky offer makes your heart flutter.

“I would, but… What about my family? If they wake up in the morning and see that I’m not there…”

“Eh, just tell them you’re staying with a friend. You’re an adult, aren’t you?” L mutters and stands from the bath. Water drips down his lean body and back into the tub, which he’s pulled the drain plug to allow the water to drain. Your cheeks flush as you offer him a towel. “They really have no say in what you do. If it proves to be an issue, you can come stay here with me.”

“Is this some sort of sick joke?” You ask and step back so L can get out of the bath.

“No,” He answers with a shake of his head as he places his feet flat on the bathmat and looks you dead in the eye. “I’m serious. I’m feeling… Comfortable with you, if that makes sense. Not that I’ll sleep anyway, but I’d rather be awake with you here than awake by myself.”

“I see,” You nod and send your mother a text to let her know that you’re staying the night at a friend’s house tonight. “Then, sure, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

L doesn’t say anything back, but he doesn’t need to. He ties his towel around his waist, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his narrow chest. You let out a sigh of relief and snuggle into the touch, already enjoying the home you’ve found in his arms more than you’ve ever enjoyed your parents’ home.

#L #death note #deathnote #lawliet x reader #lawliet #light yagami #deathnote fanfiction #death note fanfiction #l x reader #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles #fluff

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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light yagami reaction - love languages

includes: reader is in college and drinks coffee, reader cries about being burnt out lol, maybe ooc l?? set during the few months when light gives up the death note NOT KIRA LIGHT

a/n: i'm in love with pre kira light

male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ physical touch

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“hey,” you say, setting your backpack down on the ground as you pull out the chair beside light. “mind if i sit here?”

“of course not,” he smiles, subtly pushing his notes to the side to make room for your own. you ignore l’s glance as you pull out one of your textbooks and its corresponding notebook.

silence falls over the task force headquarters once again aside from the occasional noise of a mouse clicking or your pencil scraping against the page.

light occasionally glances down at your work, silently double checking your answers. he waits for you to finish answering the hardest questions before he shifts slightly closer to you. he moves now using his left hand to continue researching the yotsuba group. you smile softly when he reaches over, subtly resting his hand beside yours. you silently reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together before you turn your attention back to your notes.

you pretend not to hear matsuda’s cheering or light’s father scolding him in favour of absentmindedly rubbing small shapes against light’s skin.

⋆｡°✩ quality time

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light softly smiles to himself as he quietly enters your shared bedroom before closing the door behind himself. your body lays sprawled out on the bed - one of your arms haphazardly thrown across one of his pillows, keeping it closely pressed against your bare chest.

a small sliver of moonlight just barely illuminates the room as light tugs his own shirt off. he tosses his clothes into a laundry basket hidden away in your closet. he slips into an old pair of your sweatpants before carefully slipping underneath the covers to lay beside you.

you stir awake at the feeling, lifting your head up just enough to squint at him in the darkness. “light?” you whisper.

“go back to sleep, y/n,” he murmurs. you shuffle even closer to him, tangling your legs together underneath the blankets. your arm lays draped over his side as you lean in to nuzzle yourself against his body. he stifles a chuckle, pulling you even closer. goosebumps raise along your waist when his hand ghosts against your skin. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you,” you whisper.

“i love you too,” light murmurs.

⋆｡°✩ gift giving

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you stifle a small yawn as you tiredly walk back to the makeshift workstation you had set up at one of the free tables in the middle of the task force headquarters. the fluorescent lights beam down on you from above as you walk through the sea of empty desks until you find your computer.

set delicately in the corner away from your computer is a small bouquet of flowers and a fresh cup of coffee with a small note taped to the mug. you smile softly at the sight as you approach, setting your bag down on the ground before you sit down in the chair. you push your computer aside, reaching over to grab the still-warm cup and opening the note.

my y/n,

l asked me and the other task force members to assist him on a mission. we’ll be back soon.

i love you,

light

you smile as you pocket the note before you pull your phone out of your pocket to quickly send him a text before finally sitting down to start doing your work.

i love you too

⋆｡°✩ acts of service

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“i don’t understand why this is necessary,” l says, reaching out to eat another chocolate-covered strawberry. the chain of their handcuffs clink as light reaches over to grab a frying pan to continue making breakfast. “you’re not even going to eat the food.”

“it’s for y/n,” light says. his attention remains focused on the stove despite the complaints of the man chained to him. “he has a few classes this morning so i’m making his lunch.”

l remains silent, instead choosing to observe light. he occasionally tugs them around the grand kitchen as he expertly moves to cook your favourite meal. the chain drags against the marble countertops with each movement, though their complaints are left unsaid.

the handcuffs clink once again as light leans over the counter, quickly writing a love note on a piece of scrap paper. “i still don’t understand,” l comments.

light simply shrugs as he slips the note and container of food into your lunchbox before returning it to your backpack. l watches over his shoulder as he sets the bag down beside the couch. “i do it because i love him.”

⋆｡°✩ words of affirmation

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“y/n?” light calls as he enters your shared bedroom. you flinch slightly at the sudden noise, finally pulling your attention away from your unfinished notes to look back at him. he furrows his eyebrows slightly when he steps closer, noticing your puffy eyes as he walks over to sit beside you. “is everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble, turning to look back down at your notes. “just… a little stressed.”

“you know you can tell me anything,” light frowns slightly as he reaches over to carefully grab your hand. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a small sigh as he begins to rub miscellaneous shapes against your hand. “i’m exhausted.” your voice shakes as each word leaves your mouth. “i have so much work - it all feels neverending. i don’t know what to do.”

“y/n,” light whispers. he reaches over to cup your face in his hands. “you’re incredibly smart, and handsome, and kind,” he brushes away a stray tear as it rolls down your cheek. “you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here for you. i love you. let me take care of you.”

you nod, leaning further into light’s touch. “thank you.”

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persnicketypomelo · 1 year

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Yandere Light Yagami x Reader

!!!!Spoilers for Death Note ahead!!!!

Light is bright, perceptive, and intelligent—and perhaps to his own detriment, for his overestimation of his abilities leads him to his own downfall.

He is not at all humble in regarding himself. After all, his teachers, peers, and family sing him his own praises regularly.

I think that, to attract his attention in a way that doesn’t end in cardiac arrest, you must be either be useful to his goals, or pose a sufficient threat to him. The latter would only work for you if you are perceptive enough to hide your real name from him, or in a situation in which eliminating you would paint a bullseye on his back to L and the authorities.

In this scenario, you are just another threat that he itches to dispose of at first, but perhaps, with time, he finds your perceptiveness and quirks to be amusing…well, that is, when you’re not actively attempting to impede his plans.

Maybe he can think of some other uses for you in his new world…

As the series progresses, Light becomes noticeably more sadistic, cruel, and has fewer and fewer qualms about morality. He turns from a bright-eyed student with grand ideas of justice, to an iron-fisted tyrant bent on keeping absolute order, even at the expense of the ideals that once inspired him.

With his growing sadism, Light’s fascination with you also warps and twists into something darker. Taking control of the police upon graduating and killing L, he has so much more power. If you are deliberately keeping your name secret from him, then the first thing he does on his power trip is look for your real name in government registries.

He gets a thrill out of taunting you with your inability to do anything against his regime, your inability to stop L’s death, and makes a show out of how much he has everyone wrapped around his finger. He is cruel and enjoys mocking how subordinate you are to his will now that your life lies in his palm—free to crush should he wish to.

Sooner or later, he comes to the conclusion that maybe he wants to keep you around. His fascination morphs into an obsessive fixation and desire for you. You, who he has grown accustomed to as a thorn in his side, but now, cannot escape.

Your pretty face doesn’t hurt in his decision to keep you around—not that he is one to have his judgement clouded by such things.

Light tracks your every move, and has the resources to drag you back to him if need be.

Do not expect help from anyone—as those who know the true identity of “Kira” are either hopelessly devoted to him, or dead.

No one would believe you anyway, even if you did tell what you know. Light is the golden child of the Yagami family, admired and respected by everyone.

Perhaps it is best for your own good to appease him, at least until you can become acquainted with Near.

Maybe then, you will have some chance of escape.

#death note #light yagami #headcanon #headcannons #drabbles #x reader #reader insert #hcs #yandere #/reader #obsessive #lovesick #spoilers

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godlyaffection · 2 years

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Can i get a prompt 3 with L (death note) and male reader?

You couldn’t stop yourself from starring at L. He was the only thing you ever wanted to look at. No matter what he was doing you couldn’t help but look at him. You were so enthralled by him that you could spend hours at a time just starting at him.

L noticed your starting, and he never knew how to feel about it. On one hand he loved to have your attention on him, but the way you looked at him made him feel things that he didn’t know how to deal with. You looked at him in a way no one had ever looked at him before, and it made him feel special.

You were his boyfriend, you were supposed to make him happy, to make him feel new things he never felt before, but this felt different. It felt more real, more intimate. And it didn’t help that you looked at him so often. It was distracting, especially when he was working.

L looked at you, clearly feeling your eyes on him. Your eyes met for a moment, before you gave him a lopsided smile, one that he was use to seeing right after he caught you starring at him. His face would have flushed if he wasn’t a master at masking his emotions, but his heart did speed up quite a bit.

“Stop looking at me like you love me.”

You were caught off guard. You had never told him you loved him, but there was no doubt in your mind that you did so it didn’t surprise you that that’s the way you were looking at him. What did surprise you was how unsure he sounded. You had known L long enough to know what he was feeling simply by the way he spoke.

“I do love you.”

Your words were confident, you hope they squashed any doubt in his mind that you didn’t love him. You hoped you conveyed just how much you meant those words.

He blinked at you, a slow, processing blink, and then he looked away, hoping to avoid you for a little longer. You were the only one who could render the genius speechless, and he didn’t mind too much, not if it was you.

send me a prompt!

#.written-word (drabbles)#x male reader #death note #death note x male reader #death note l #death note l x male reader #L x male reader #games

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caramelarchive · 5 months

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You're Pretty. ╾ L

Not my best work by far, but I think it's cute! Just a quick little drabble (I think- I've never figured out quite what the classification system is for writing on here lmao) so I can start this blog up. Enjoy!

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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It was rather dark, the room only lit by the many screens scattered around you and more so around L.

As you clicked away at the keyboard, the sound of rustling wrappers indicated the detective was trailing his slender fingers through a bowl of sweets, judging each one so he could determine the ideal order in which to eat them. You glanced at L as he picked one up, fiddling with the wrapper. He glanced back, pressed a finger to his lips and slowly pushed the bottom one to the side.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

L's tone is of course as cold and monotonic as usual as his unblinking, oddly wide eyes hold yours. You just smile, watch as he places the candy on his tongue and swallows it.

"You're pretty."

A beat.

"I see."

And a much longer silence. It fills the room up, unspoken whispers piling on top of thoughts to create a cold blue weight in the atmosphere.

"...There is an 86% chance you just lied, Y/N." L's hands grip his knees a little tighter as the detective stares ahead at his computer. "I told you to stop lying. It frustrates me to no end."

"I said nothing false, L."

"Ryuzaki," he absentmindedly corrects, pointing one of those long, pale fingers at you as he reaches for another candy.

"I think you're pretty."

He turns back to you after a minute, his brow slowly creasing. He prods his thumb against his lips again. "I am well aware I do not conform to the superficial beauty standards society holds."

"So?"

"I don't think that you ought to view me as 'pretty'."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, eyes closing as you raised a hand in a half-shrug. "I don't understand why you think I'm lying about something so simple, Ryuzaki. I don't need you to conform to society's standards. And honestly, I quite like that you don't. Please just take my word that I find you visually appealing."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You're pretty."

"I require you to at least provide a basis for your argument."

You pause and look at L for a second, then lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. You steal one of his sweets as you retreat and grin as you throw it into your mouth.

"Bias."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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