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꧁Easy lovers꧂

L Lawliet x gnreader

“𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧e“

warnings: none

a/n: this post is pretty long so be warned!!!! Was L L-ing?? 😭 I feel like he wasn’t especially at that part with Watari

𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

Nights like these made your job worthwhile. Being able to relax and soak in the quiet ambiance after rush hour at the bakery was like coming home and sinking your teeth into that dish you had been thinking about all day, and savoring the delicious taste. You hummed one of the songs playing from the speakers while putting more sweets out on the display window. The sugary sweet aroma that wafted throughout the bakery added to the vibe of the place and to your relaxation. Once you got done with that, you went back to the counter and unconsciously zoned out.

Hearing the familiar ding of the bell at the door caught your attention. A man who seemed to be about 5’10 with black spiky hair and side swept bangs, walked in. He had a white long sleeve shirt on, with light blue jeans and white untied sneakers with his heel hanging off just a bit. You instantly recognized him. He frequently came to the bakery, and always ordered the same thing: strawberry cake. He ordered it so much you made sure to have some on standby in case he just so happens to visit. Silently walking towards the counter, you greeted him politely and asked if he’d be having his regular. He raised his eyebrows a little while nodding, surprised that you took the time to remember his order.

You opened the display window and carefully picked up the plate containing the slice of cake. He thanked you and paid for the sweet treat, then sat down at one of the tables in front of you. The both of you never talk to each other. Instead, you just bask in each other’s presence. Looking back on it you guess tonight was different, because he spoke up with a mouthful of cake and asked you why you remembered his order. “Well I guess it’s because you never change it, you always order the same thing so it’s easier to remember.” You explained. He hummed in acknowledgment, before taking a piece and eating again.

People came and went slowly but surely, then it was just you and him again. “What do you think about strawberry cake?” You perk up at the question and tell him you like it a lot.(sorry if you don’t like cake) “okay” he said while standing up and walking to the door. “Thank you for the cake,” his eyes traveled down to your name tag. ”[name], I’ll be sure to come back again.” “Please do, goodnight.” The bell of the door dings as he makes his way out, leaving you in silence one again.

A few hours later you closed the bakery and made your way home.

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The next day, things were different. There he was again sitting at the same table with the same slice of cake. This time though he asked you if you could sit with him. You were surprised at the question, but sat down with him anyway. Yeah he was a little weird and yeah he did sit weird too but that didn’t stop you. “Have you heard about Kira?” He muttered lowly after licking the frosting from his lips. “Yes I have, it’s honestly scary to know that there’s someone out there killing people,” he looked at you intensely waiting for you to continue. “I mean yeah I guess his intentions were good by trying to get rid of horrible people but I don’t think that’s the right way to go about it” you answered. “Understandable,” reaching for another portion of cake he asked you another question: “do you like sweet things?” “I do but I don’t regularly eat them.” “Alright.”

A pregnant pause followed suit afterwards. Seeing more people start to come in, you got up and told him you had to tend to them and go back to the counter. He nodded and went back to eating his cake. This went on for a couple of weeks. You both started spending more and more time together and he started coming in more frequently too. The conversations that were had started getting more deeper which resulted in you sometimes taking a couple of seconds to answer. It wasn’t just him asking all the questions anymore. Gradually you started asking some of your own like: “How did you find the bakery?” or “Do you think the police will catch Kira?”

“Oh I forgot to ask you, what’s your name?” A short beat of silence followed through. Just when you thought he wouldn’t say anything, you decide to apologize and tell him to just forget it but he opens his mouth and answers: “Hideki Ryuga” you perked up at the familiar name. “No way, like the celebrity?” “Yes, but I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity….” He trails off. “Well of course, it’s just surprising that’s all” “say [name], would you like to sit and talk together again sometime maybe when you’re not working?” Caught off guard you take few seconds to process what he just said then you stutter out a yes. “Great.” He responded and went back to his cake. You were still so shocked at his sudden question. ‘Was he asking me out?’ ‘Will it be a date?’ You asked yourself so many questions that you were too nervous to get an answer to. So for now you would just have to see how things played out. You told him you were free on Wednesdays and Sundays.

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About five weeks later on a chilly Sunday night, Ryuga and you met up at a cafe he had taken a liking to, and talked all night about anything and everything. He liked your different outlooks on various topics and was very fond of your intellectually stimulating conversations. The more you hung out with him the more you started looking forward to your little chats but little did you know, he felt the same. The end of the year came by in a flash and you both felt like you knew each other on a much more personal and deeper level than when you both started talking. He expressed his appreciation for your quietness and told you he liked how you never filled the air with needless conversation, instead opting to just soak up the quietness together. He told you that he was a college student majoring in criminal justice and it was his first year. Ryuga’s creative compliments touched your heart, soon you realized you had feelings for him. You started putting more effort into your appearance again and tried to look more appealing when you hung out together outside of work. Now, almost every little compliment he gave you, no matter how small, made your face warm. When your time together ended you both would try to make it last a bit longer. L was ecstatic to have finally found a true friend. To finally be able to understand what friendship was like for once.

After getting watari to find information about you, and declaring that you were a normal person, he decided to tell you his real identity. L showed up to the bakery and sat down at his usual spot while waiting for you to finish up with the rest of the customers. As he walked in you glanced at him and got his slice of cake ready after the previous customer left. You came up to him with his cake and sat down in front of him. “It’s been so busy recently, I’m so exhausted” you complained with a huff. Taking a piece of cake, L lifted his fork up to you. “Cake?” You nodded and took the fork from his fingers, accidentally brushing your fingers with his, and ate the sugar infested treat. “Thanks, I need some energy” “[name], I have something to tell you” he blurted out. “Oh okay go ahead” L’s eyes met yours. You both stared into each others eyes before L spoke up. “My name isn’t actually Hideki Ryuga, I’m L, a detective” you didn’t say anything. You were stunned. He really lied to you. You furrowed your eyebrows. You were extremely upset. Seeing your expression, L tried to console you. “I apologize for lying to you but I need to for my safety.” He explained. You had a downcast expression. Was everything you knew about him a lie? Was he investigating you to see if you were Kira? Was he telling the truth when he told you he appreciated you? Was he manipulating you? You understood that he did it for his safety but if it was that easy for him to lie then what else has he been lying about? “Uhm,” you swallowed thickly before continuing. “Were….you lying about everything else? Did you mean it when you said you appreciated me? Did you lie when you said you were a college student?” You looked up at him with more questions in your head.

L looked at you solemnly. He didn’t want you to think that he lied about everything. “I did mean it when I told you that I appreciated you, but I did lie when I said I was a college student,” he diverted his attention to his slice of cake. “I’m truly sorry.” He muttered. After that there was silence once more but this one was different from the comfortable silence you both were used to, no, this one was nasty and unpleasant. L hadn’t came to the bakery for the next few weeks. You didn’t seem to mind, it gave you more time to properly process your emotions. “Where’s your boyfriend at, [name]?” You co-worker teased. “He’s not my boyfriend, and I don’t know” you grumbled while rolling your eyes. “Trouble in paradise? Don’t worry I’m sure you both will get over it, don’t sweat it.” She assured you before clocking out. ‘I guess’ You grabbed a fork from the sink and cleaned it. Just then you heard to bell on the door ding, signaling that a customer had come in. Sighing, you walked out and wiped your wet hands on your pants.

There he was. L. Standing there slouched over with an unreadable expression. “L,” he walked over to where you were behind the counter. “Are you still upset?” He asked. “No, I’m not, although I do wish you were honest with me, I understand you reasons,” You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his body grow stiff and you heard his heartbeat increase a bit. “I forgive you, L” L reciprocated your hug, and thanked you. “I know it’s sudden but, I’d like you to come back to my hotel with me” You gasped. “Huh?! What are you trying to do, L?” “It’s nothing sexual, there are just some people I’d like to introduce you to.” You looked up to see him already staring down at you with his wide grey eyes. Your eyes softened when you met his. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

While waiting for your shift to end, you and L had began catching each other up on the latest things happening in each other’s life, more so you. Whatever you said, he listened intently. You talked about things at college, work, anything. Before you knew it your shift was over. When you closed down the bakery and locked the doors, L lead you to a black car. Outside, in front of it, there was an old man who looked to be in his late 40s to early 50s. “[name], this is Watari, Watari, this is [name]” Watari smiled at you and you both exchanged greetings. “Ryuzaki talks about you so much, it’s nice to finally meet you.” You looked at L and he had his head turned the other way. Obviously hiding his subtle blush. “Watari, there was no need for that” Watari apologizes while chuckling. “Ryu….zaki?” “Oh yes, for now just call me ryuzaki” He says. You furrow your eyebrows at him, he picks up on your reaction and apologizes and says that he prefers to be called ryuzaki and the reason he didn’t tell you was because he didn’t want to dump too much information onto you. “It’s okay ryuzaki, don’t worry about it” he nods and you both get in the car.

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When you both arrive to the hotel, he introduces you to the task force. You exchange greetings with everyone and sit down next to ryuzaki. “I’m a little nervous, ryuzaki,” you whisper to ryuzaki. “I feel so…out of place, are you sure you want me here?” L glances over to you. “I apologize if bringing you here is heightening you anxiety levels, but I would like you to be here, you calm me” you feel your face get warm from his compliment. “Do I really? Well then, I’ll stay just for you” you said while smiling. L gives you a small smile of his own. “Thank you.”

Once everyone feels like they’ve progressed enough, everyone starts heading home, you do too. L calls out your name and bids you goodnight. “Goodnight Ryuzaki, get some rest, I’ll see you later.” L watches you leave before going back to his work. He misses you already.

A few weeks after that, L comes by and invites you to join him back at the hotel again. You agree and so he waits for your shift to finish. This time, while L and everyone else had been working on the Kira investigation, you were making L some strawberry cake. When you were done you came out and carefully placed the plate down on the table. He looked up to see you smiling at him. “For you.” He was shocked, but took a bite of the cake. “Did you make this yourself?” He said with a mouthful. “Yes, I did, do you like it?” He nods and thanks you for it. This became your everyday routine when you were with L at the hotel. You would make different types of sweets for him and if he was craving that particular thing, he would be in a noticeably better mood, but if you gave him something he didn’t have a taste for, he would sulk. He’d still thank you of course but he would pick at it even if it was good.

It was just you and L. Everyone else had gone home but he wanted to have a sleepover with. He hesitantly asked you if you would like to stay over then told you that you didn’t have to, but you said you wanted to. The both of you watched movies and ate sweets while working on the investigation. You and him talk about favorite confectioneries. “[name], do you like strawberries?” He asked while peering down at the work in front of him. “Yes, I do” L glances at you before saying: “Strawberries… Despite the name, they aren’t actually berries. How berry disappointing” He hears you chuckle a bit at his silly pun. “That was funny, I like that one” you say while smiling. Silence envelopes you both. The indistinct chatter coming from the TV serving as background noise. “You’re a night owl, [name], that’s funny” you turn your head away from the tv to lock eyes with L. “How ironic, I could say the same about you, Ryuzaki” yet again another beat of silence. It was uncharacteristic for L to talk this much. You didn’t mid of course.

“What do you think of sunsets?” Without looking away from the tv you answered that you like them, and the colors were very beautiful. “You’re pretty talkative tonight, huh ryuzaki?” You tease him with a smirk on your face. “I suppose, I just like talking to you,” he turns to you and makes eye contact with you once again. “Staying up late talking with you makes me feel calm.” You laugh before saying you feel the same. “Talking with you is so easy, talking feels so much more natural when it’s with you” you whisper as to not ruin the quiet atmosphere. He agrees with you.

“I’m grateful to have someone like you in my life, [name]” you turn to him with an incredulous expression. “The day we spend together are very precious to me, you bring me peace,” he says while turning to look at you. “What I need to live is glucose… and to talk to you. Nourishment for my brain and heart…” he hesitates before saying “You understand, don’t you [name]? What my heart so strongly desires is something more…” You heart is racing. You can’t believe that he likes you too. “I feel the same way, ryuzaki” You move to him then lean in more. You’re dangerously close to him. His breath hitches when he feels your lips graze his and he feels like he’s just died when you seal the small gap between you both, with your lips. Humming in satisfaction, he puts his hands on your wait and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss while a smile adorns his face.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫“

reblogs are appreciated!

#l lawliet x reader #l lawliet x black reader #l lawliet x you #death note x black reader #death note x reader #death note x you #kikirites

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amaya-writes · 7 months

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Can I request headcanons with L, Light and Mello with a s/o who's a genius (like them) but acts stupid (like bimbo-ish) just to annoy people?

Notes: I'm SO sorry I took forever to get this out!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: L, Light, Mello

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Finds you intriguing.

You're like a puzzle to him. He wants to figure out your motives and understand why anyone would willingly act this way.

It doesn't take him long to understand you're smarter than you let on, however, your reasoning puzzles L a lot.

If you met him during the events of Death Note he immediately decides you're an asset and takes you to his side. You're like the Misa to his Light.

Your job would be to survey Misa, work in the same places as her, join her on any jobs. Since you're good at faking your bimbo personality you easily get along well with her.

At first Light even falls for the guise but with time he realises you're smarter than you look.

Even after Light understands your true personality L still keeps you around to help out. He often takes you with him when he's stalking surveying people and would even ask your opinions on the situation.

At first he used to find you annoying and his opinion of you was very similar to his opinion of Misa. However, with time L starts to find your interactions with others sort of amusing.

He sees your personality as a game, but outside of the Kira case he doesn't really interact with you.

To him, you're just another factor in the case.

Light

Hates it.

Unlike L, Light takes slightly longer to catch on to your personality.

You meet through Misa since you are friends with her. At first, Light presumes you're just like the other girls Misa works with but as time goes on he realises your true potential.

He only gets interested in you once you confess you think he's Kira.

Light's first instinct is to kill you but he refrains from doing so since he thinks he could use you. To him, you're just another pawn he can control to win against L.

L might have some semblance of a bond with you but Light only sees you as an object for his schemes. If he feels that you won't be easily manipulated then he doesn't bother associating with you since you are no use to him.

However, if you are easily swayed his way then Light uses you as an unsuspecting source for information.

With L and the rest of the team constantly hovering over his shoulder Light needed someone on the outside to help him execute his schemes.

Over time he comes to appreciate your wit as it makes it easier to carry out his plans. However, he still expects you to listen to him and hates when you get too creative.

He sometimes wishes you were the one with the Death Note instead of Misa because that would make everything happen so much more smoothly.

He expects you to have your regular personality when interacting with him. If you act like a bimbo when it's just the two of you he gets visibly annoyed.

While you are a genius like him you don't posses the almost inhumane lack of empathy Light is known for, which is why you don't realise the bond you share with him is purely that of a master and his pawn.

Mello

A mixture of the two.

Like L, he finds it weird that you would want to act like a bimbo especially since being a genius is something he always strived for growing up.

To him it's almost like you don't value the skillset his entire life revolves around.

However, he also sees the value in your mannerisms.

Unlike Near, Mello chose to associate himself with the mafia, that meant he needed trustworthy allies who he could rely on to get the work done.

At first he sees you as just another one of the bimbos his men would use as flings and then discard of, but after a few days he realises your true intentions.

You played the role of the innocent girl hopelessly in love with a mafia man yet in reality were using them for your fulfillment. (This can be anything from stealing from the guy you were with to leveraging his connections to complete some personal vendetta.)

Once Mello realises your true persona his first instinct is to get rid of you.

There is only space for one genius in his circle and he can't risk being potentially overthrown.

However, you make him see the value in having you around.

With time, you, Mello, and Matt become a team of sorts. You become a trio known for controlling the mafia groups.

Most people simply presumed you were Mello's bimbo girlfriend he kept around for eye-candy, which made it easy for him to use you to get what he needed.

However, unlike Light, Mello knows the value of having reliable allies (like Matt). He never really places his full trust in you, but with time Mello comes to appreciate you.

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morbiderotica · 6 months

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Hii! Can i pls request a Light x reader nsfw? You know the scenes where L planted a camera in his room right? Well maybe to make L less suspicious of him Light fucks the reader in his room? I thought that it was a hot idea♡ you dont have to do it if you dont want to😊

★ DECEPTION ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ i love you for requesting this i cannot tell you how many times i've day dreamed about this (sorry it took so long)

#WARNINGS ─ smut, cnc peeping toms (L), p in v,

#SUMMARY ─ "there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say." innocent until proven guilty

there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say. his moderately chapped lips kissing your cheek lovingly. much unlike how light usually behaved around you.

"light." his name left your lips, trying to warn him he'd made your mind go blank. but he knew.

"i know." he whispered back, displeasure laced in his voice. luckily, light was more than capable of carrying out the plan for the both of you.

"just let me do all the work." he muttered, his voice not loud enough to be picked up on by the mics on the camera but still he was careful with what he said.

he hoped you would be too. you nodded. looking up at light with a lustful look in your eye that he couldn't deny was making him a little aroused. light kissed your jaw, roughly. as if light was capable of doing anything without roughness.

"last chance to back out." it's not a soft tone, but it does let you know that he won't be mad at you if you do decide you don't want some random creep watching you have sex with your friend.

you shake your head, you weren't going to let him down now. and to be totally honest, the thought of someone watching you in such a vulnerable position was intriguing to say the least. light began to undress you once you'd given him your final consent.

meanwhile, L watched his screen with wider eyes than normal. his eyes grazing every pixel of the screen as he watched light take off your shirt. neglecting the other screens that were broadcasting equally, if not more, important information. L racked his brain trying to figure out if this was just a trick of if he was really witnessing this dirty scene play out.

all your clothes were off in what seemed like a blink of an eye. pressed into the mattress with light's knee inches away from your heated core. you dumbly pull at his tie, fucked out expression but light hadn't even gotten started with you yet.

"you got any thoughts in there at all?" he smirks. silently gloating now that he knew he had every single person he knew wrapped around his godly finger. there was not a thought behind your blown out pupils. it prided light to know he had such an effect on you.

"i haven't even done anything yet." he furthers. and L was hearing all of it.

you paw at the waist band of his bland khaki pants. light chuckled feeling your shaky hands trying to get more of him. his rubs his hand over your chest, caressing your nipple with his pointer and thumb.

"patient girls get rewarded." he tsks. he's met with a whine to which he chuckles again. he knows L will over analyze and find something wrong with the scenario if he doesn't hurry up.

"you wanna get rewarded?" he unbuttons his pants with one hand. you're eager, desperate. you need hm in a way you didn't even know it was possible to want one of your friend.

he reaches over you, grabbing a condom from the book shelf. it was wedged between two books. clearly he was trying to keep it hidden from his maid of a mom and his nosy sister.

he opens the condom with his teeth and you might as well just have hearts in your eyes as you watch him. the wrapper falls somewhere unimportant on the bed. he rolls the condom on. you knew it was only a matter of time before you finally felt full with his cock.

#─ ♡ death note #he makes me so subby #death note #death note x reader #death note smut #light yagami smut #light yagami x reader #light yagami death note #light yagami #yagami light

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satorusluver · 5 months

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Can you blame me for wanting to fuck L when they made him smart, rich, and an absolute freak of nature?

#i am neurodivergent what did you expect #for me to be normal about a weird little gremlin man? i don't think so #l lawliet #l lawliet smut #l lawliet x reader #l death note #death note x reader

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married-to-google-translater · 2 months

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Yandere Light Yagami fluffy headcanon

Light tenderness would be really possessive.

He would like to show others that you belong to him.

And that no one else would have a chance.

He would be a god and you would be his partner.

However, he is not as possessive as he could be.

Light is the facade he has to maintain.

But public PDA would be a thing.

Holding hands for sure.

Light is always with you.

You wouldn't get much alone time with him.

He has deliberately created your schedule together.

Especially if you knew his "secret".

In private, he's not the biggest show of physical affection.

Light would always be a big spoon.

Absolutely no exceptions with this one.

His god complex already extends to physical affection.

Usually you sit on his lap when he helps you with homework... Or when he does his "divine work".

However, you shouldn't touch his Death Note.

That would be forbidden.

Light kisses would usually be really possessive and deep.

Usually, both of you are out of breath during kisses.

Love bites would definitely be a thing too.

He would like the whole world to know that you are together~

Plz send me more Death note stuff~

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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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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!)

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meyousing · 5 months

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𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’re used to light being distant, so when he decides to lay the affection on heavy and proposes a new idea to you at the same time, you’re helplessly intrigued. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: nsfw, yandere light yagami x reader, idk if this matters to say right off the bat but you’re wearing a skirt :] also mentions of death like always lol but none fr! alsoalso this idea has probably been done to death by now but to be fair I started this A YEAR AGO!! pls enjoy despite that lol ily <3

“What is it?” his eyes sharpened as they narrowed at you from across the room, voice laced with blatant boredom. That was what you told yourself anyway, truly hoping that it was boredom and not annoyance because the look he always gave you at times like this made you cave in on yourself, instantly regretting whatever you had done to be such a bother. All that you were doing now was laying idly on his bed, legs swinging out of habit as you were on your stomach and flipping through a magazine that he had given as a pacifier. Maybe he knew that you were actually keeping your eyes on him this entire time, rather than the sheets before you.

“What do you mean?” playing dumb never worked with Light, but you would always do it anyway. It could provide a delay of the inevitable if nothing else.

You heard the tap of his pen as he dropped it on his desk, followed by the soft thud of his notebook closing before he stood from his chair. A regular notebook, you noticed, thankfully.

“Trying to outsmart me again?”

Right, his interpretation of your playing dumb was much less simple than what you intended to get across. Of course, he knew that you knew better, so your deception was instead seen as defiance; a flaunt of superiority.

“Of course not,” you shut your magazine, sliding it to the side of the bed and cringing when it slid off of the bed, crumpling up in an ironically tense pile on the floor. Surely Light wasn’t too attached to it, as he merely spared it a passing glance before casting his eyes upon you once more. Then he began to approach, making you swallow a newfound lump in your throat as you scampered back to sit up on your haunches.

“Then what is it?” he leaned over you, his hands resting at your sides with your faces inches apart. His breath was slow through his nose, soft and cold as each exhale blew onto the tip of your nose.

How to tell him that the stupid magazine didn’t pacify you at all, that only his attention could soothe you? And how embarrassing it could get if you admitted to the exact type of attention that you needed.

He began leaning closer as your mind raced, thinking of a different possible answer, but then it went entirely blank as he was close enough to brush his lips over yours. Tantalizingly, the gentlest nudge and he only did it once before pulling back slightly, you could have missed it had your brain continued thinking so hard. The sensation nearly made you crumble, a chill shooting down your spine as you inhaled and resisted the urge to wet your now trembling lips, focusing on maintaining your posture. He knew how to break you, you didn’t want him to see it happen this soon.

“Nothing” was all you could say without simply blabbering out every dirty thought plaguing your mind.

“You never stare at me like that for nothing,” he said pointedly, even adding a cheeky but very slight tilt of his head. Had your stare really been so obvious? You truly did try to be subtle. Either way, you found it humorous how he could go from cold with seemingly deadened emotions to a teaser within minutes. Finding it humorous helped you cope with how scary you knew he could be.

With the lightest shove to his chest you could muster alongside a bashful turn of your head, you tried creating some space between yourselves to alleviate the fast beating of your heart.

“Really, it’s nothing. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work…” Your hand lingered on his chest after the little push, kneading the material of his shirt idly as you hoped this excuse would suffice. This mannerism alone proved the opposite of your hopes to him.

When the full press of his lips fell upon yours in a genuine kiss this time, you knew that you had failed. Even more so when you subconsciously deepened it with a lean closer, making your grip on his shirt firmer to keep him from moving away. Though it seemed he had no intention of doing so, instead easing you down to lay your back against his mattress, crawling over you as soon as you were horizontal.

This kiss, unlike all of his others which would be quick and half-assed–your lips barely meeting before he was already turning his head away to tend to some other matter–was compassionate. One of his hands found the side of your face and he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, his other fingers which became entangled in your hair from the placement were massaging your scalp soothingly. The sensation lulled you and had you sinking even deeper into his bed while pulling him along with you, your fingertips meeting at the back of his neck and fiddling with the ends of his hair. While this kiss was unusual, it was not unwelcome.

You didn’t know that there would be a catch to this sudden affection.

You could feel Light smirking against you, his entire aura darkening once he did, so much that you could feel it–and your reaction to such a peculiarity was communicated with a tensing of your shoulders. Upon sensing this, Light was quick to groan and prod his tongue against your bottom lip, which surprised you further and allowed him to invade your mouth. The intimate sound he let out and the way he just seemed so infatuated with you right now had your heart racing.

This moment ended almost as quickly as it started though, he pulled away from you and nudged his nose against yours. You tried not to show your disappointment, but you knew that it must have been obvious when a frown graced your lips.

“I want to try something.”

This could go in any direction. He was always so unpredictable, mood changing on a dime whether it was for better or worse.

“What’s that?” you asked with a small voice, indicative of your anxiety about the unknown. You were already playing right into his hands.

“I want to reward you for being so obedient.”

A reward? Who is this and what has he done with your Light?!

His hand on your cheek rubbed it once more before he lifted himself off of you, steadying himself with hands on your waist as he did. You remained in your place, only watching with your eyes as he leaned over to reach into his desk and a drawer.

The drawer.

You turned your head with a gulp as you watched him retrieve his arm, now holding the dreaded notebook that you had tried to shield yourself from, trying to stay ignorant for the sake of keeping your relationship peaceful with the man you couldn’t help but love.

“So long as your obedience remains the same, you’ll be rewarded. We’re going to test it right now.”

He placed the book by your hand which had fallen to your side once he moved, putting his pen between your loose fingers and adjusting it until it stayed still there without tipping over. Your limbs had frozen, so it was no tough feat for him. You were shocked even further when Light’s expression altered somewhat once he actually took notice of how tense you were. Last you could remember, he couldn’t care less when your discomfort was so obvious.

“It really is going to be rewarding for you. Don’t you trust me?”

He always had to ask you that. How much more obvious could you be about your unequivocal devotion to him, your infinite trust? You’d been by his side all this time, yet he would still ask, nearly daily, most commonly before asking you to do something that you didn’t want to do. As if anyone else would remain with him when finding out his secret, and he still doubted you.

“You know I do.” You murmured, fingers twitching around the cold pen in your grasp.

“Then at least hear me out” he chuckled dryly, not with any sense of legitimate humour. You tried to be subtle as you swallowed the lump in your throat, having heard such an impatient laugh come from him countless times before.

“This won’t be going away any time soon,” he patted the notebook, “and I can tell that you won’t be either. I mean, as long as you keep following along with me, here.” He glimpsed at you differently then, as if his eyes were asking you to challenge that statement.

You only nodded. Light grinned.

“Good.”

His fingers moved to peel open the book, and you glanced away from it as he skimmed past so many pages that were filled from margin to margin with names. The crisp sounds of paper brushing together stopped once he found a blank one.

Your eyes stayed on him, and you could feel some burning bile churn and slosh around in your gut as a little smirk pulled at his lips. His eyes darkened when they met yours.

His free hand, which was out of your line of sight, traced the waistband of your skirt. You flinched slightly in surprise, and Light’s smirk widened as he leaned closer to you.

“Write your name.”

Despite being unmoving already, you froze even further, stiffening like a stone and watching him desperately, trying to detect any hint of jesting in his demand. But the wickedness surrounding Light was unrelenting; he meant what he said.

“What?” you asked quietly, needing to hear it again to really believe that he meant it.

“Start writing your name. Trust me, won’t you?”

“I-I do–”

“I know. So do it.” Light’s tone was more firm now.

You could only hold your breath when your eyes flitted over to your hand, your fingers readjusting the pen as you tried to point it toward the paper. The book itself felt alive, you could sense its unreal gaze–like it was taunting you, mocking and laughing at you, tempting you to write, and calling you a coward if you dared to show any hesitation because it shouldn’t be that hard.

Having been with Light for so long now, you fully understood the notebook’s functionality. Knowing that, would it really be so crazy if you were being a coward about this?

“Any time now, love” Light’s voice became impatient, and when you looked up at him, his kneeling posture was equivalent to being on the edge of his seat. He looked like he could implode had you made it this far and chose to back out now, he was so eager. You’d hate to disappoint him, even if his little pet name for you was clearly insincere.

Your body went cold and numb once you pushed the tip of the pen against the page, watching the smallest droplet of dark ink soak into the lines. Your hand remained stagnant following this, and you spared a short glance up at Light, noting how his eyes were stuck on the pen. You took in a breath, holding it and letting your lungs fill so you’d become a little lightheaded–a little less aware of this horrible reality–before moving further with utmost reluctance to drag the tool, lining the shape of the first letter in your name.

You could hear Light exhaling as you finally did. You couldn’t let out that breath of your own just yet. Maybe your cause of death would be suffocation, then.

Your focus was ripped away from the note in an instant once you felt a cold fingertip trace over your clit from above your panties, making your body jolt as you met eyes with Light. He wasn’t looking at you yet, only doing so once you stopped writing.

“Go on. I’m staying true to my word.” To emphasize this, he pressed down against your clit again, his push firm but gentle–leaving you on the cusp of craving more as the sensation gave you chills, yet also sent heat through your lower half.

So pathetically, that small second of pleasure was enough to incentivize a continuation, and you managed to finish printing that very first letter.

“Good…”

He resumed what he had been doing, gently circling your bud and using the advantage of that added layer from your panties to optimize the friction; encouraging you. You could feel the way that you were starting to get wet, soaking the material and only making such movements smoother for Light.

You paused as the feeling grew slightly more intense, coping, and your pause made Light do the same. You two were playing a little game, it seemed, and you obviously didn’t want it to stop–you had to keep going. You had wanted him minutes before this, after all, and you were finally getting what you craved.

Letter two manifested; your grip on the writing utensil weakened as he pulled your panties aside to touch your skin directly.

You shuddered from the sudden cool air that brushed along your exposed skin, and he dragged some of your slick up from your pussy, using it to make rubbing into your clit that much easier, that much more pleasurable. Your limbs shuddered and you had to breathe out a more vocal huff of air in exasperation, your lungs aching while your muscles tensed in delight from Light’s direct tending to such newfound sensitivity.

You remained paused with your eyes shut firmly as you became accustomed to the bliss that he inflicted. Light, seeming to understand exactly what he was doing to you, was a bit more forgiving now–continuing his ministrations even when you stopped, but not changing his pace or furthering the intensity enough for those feelings to grow, to bring you closer to any type of climax. It still made you moan though; still made your heart skip a beat and made your walls tighten around nothing.

Perhaps you had been successfully swindled into playing with fire because now your mind understood a simple formula; if you wanted more, you had to keep writing. Would he let you come if you wrote your entire name down?

Would you even feel the aftershocks of your release before you died?

The prospect of death hit your lust-fogged mind like a truck, and your eyes shot open–that slowly building knot in your abdomen became a tightrope clenching out of fear rather than anticipation. This was a death note, and you were already on track to penning yourself down within it.

Light could sense your change in stature and returned his gaze to your face once again. His hand slowed, but it was as if he could detect your worry and didn’t want to let you succumb to it–he wanted to keep you within the cusp of pleasure, to keep you malleable and submissive to his desires, not whatever lies your mind was telling you. So he kept touching you.

“You know that you can’t stop now that you’ve started, right?” He looked cocky, like he had you right where he wanted you. And it seemed that he did, because now with such confusion and so many conflicting feelings plaguing you, you weren’t sure about that–could you back out now? Was the damage already done now that your first name was almost down entirely?

Your drying lips parted as if to ask, but you couldn’t find your voice. Light let out a short, dry laugh and nodded his head, his face inches away from yours, like he fucking knew.

“Mhm. You have to keep going, now. You’d better hurry, too. You know that there’s a time limit… don’t you?”

Your lungs were burning and your hips squirmed as he traced his fingers around your core, swirling them within your copious wetness and gently prodding his fingers, hardly getting inside of you, yet you still writhed from the sensitivity of such a precise, close touch.

You shook your head deliriously in delayed response to his words and all Light did was nod his own head toward the book again. Suddenly you were reminded of the pen in your grasp which had now absorbed the growing heat from your palm; hot to the touch.

Noting that apparent time limit, you felt your heart thrumming as it raced and you started writing again. The pace of your fingers scraping the pen back and forth was a little quicker than before, yet you couldn’t shake that lingering hesitance even while knowing that you really should have been rushing. Light hummed as he watched, nonchalantly pushing a finger inside of you as you progressed, which made a whiny sound catch in your throat, and made your back lift slightly off the bed.

Your arm trembled and your chicken scratch ceased again, but Light knew that he had you, because you hurried to carry on with haste once more, and he didn’t bother to stop stroking inside of you anymore. He even slid in another finger following the last time he pulled out, the added thickness made your thighs attempt to close from the new nerve-tingling pleasure that it gave, even despite the way that his body between your legs kept you nice and open for him.

“Please,” you bartered, voice muffled and representative of the state you were in; wholly weak. He grinned and kept going, his body solid in its place on top of you, forcing you to take it even as his skilled fingers overwhelmed you so deliciously. You wanted the end result now–you wanted to come, to feel that sweet release by his hand.

Light initiated this entire thing, he set his rules, and you knew that finishing wouldn’t happen just like that, because it wasn’t what he wanted.

“Please what, Y/N? You already know what you have to do. Don’t play stupid.”

The little jab at the end hurt only a little bit, making your stomach drop, making you feel as stupid as he said–but his fingertips rubbed along and pressed into your sweet spot which made you whimper, and that feeling was all you could focus on now; remedying the sting of the insult with the soothing cradle of his fingers. Oh, how successfully he was able to distract you and change the path of your thoughts once again. You could hardly bring yourself to care about such blatant manipulation, because release was getting closer and closer, and that was all you wanted.

You couldn’t even tell if the pen was pressing into the paper hard enough to leave any writing behind at all; your hand was hardly moving because your eyes remained shut in elation, and you chose to squeeze the pen in your fist as you coped with his touch, but Light just seemed content with the fact that you were resuming any transfer of penmanship at all. He was certainly rewarding you as he promised, keeping his fingers inside of you until his knuckles pushed into the plush of your pussy lips, and they rocked into you so good that you could almost feel that hard pressure in your stomach.

It was starting to become too much–you knew how close you were getting, but you didn’t know if that’s what Light wanted. He liked to be in control of most things in his life, and you were at the very top of that list.

“I-I can’t, I’m gonna–”

A gasp-like mewl left you once you felt a hot, wet stroke against your clit at the same time that Light pushed rather hard against your g-spot, holding his fingers there and making you squirm. Your eyes shot open and you craned your neck off of the mattress to look down, watching as his lips closed around your clit and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Your entire body shuddered, it was so intense that you had to try and pull away, but he wasn’t having it, using his free hand to pin your hip down and keep you still.

“Light,” you whined, a warning to him that he was pleasing you too well too quickly, you were about to come and you were hardly finished with writing down your first name.

His eye contact only became bolder, he didn’t relent, if anything he was trying to get more out of you; intent on making you come now. He hadn’t instructed you otherwise, so you felt safe enough to finally give in–with a weak, raspy whimper you felt yourself release that buildup of desire, your vision turning into static behind closed lids as your body writhed and churned even while he kept you down, putting himself against you with more force. Your hips rocked into his mouth to ride out every last remnant of your orgasm until you felt no more, the only sound that you could hear was your own heavy breathing and Light’s last few caresses against your audibly sopping wet pussy.

Light moved off of you slowly, and you noted that his eyes were trained on the book rather than your body that now glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Before you could say anything to him (but even then, what could you say?), his eyes scanned over the page and your writing while he nonchalantly wiped your release off of his fingers, onto the material of your skirt.

You followed his line of sight and looked over your work, seeing how scribbled and disastrous it was. You had probably produced better writing back in kindergarten.

Now that your heat had finally been tended to, however; your arousal sated, you blinked a few times, then realized exactly what you were looking at: part of your name, written in the death note.

What about the time limit? Was your first name enough to make it work either way? Your heart began to race and so did your breathing–were these the side effects of the incoming, inevitable heart attack?!

I suppose the cause wasn’t suffocation after all, a fleeting voice said so sarcastically in the back of your head, making you grimace. You propped yourself up on your elbows in a panic and your eyes flew back to Light, who was still skimming over the page with a look of maintained scrutiny. He was so… calm. Were you not about to die? Did he not care?

“That’s a good start,” he murmured, reaching out to trace his index finger (the one that wasn’t just buried in you to the hilt) along the shaky lines that hardly resembled any of the alphabet.

“Wha–” You could only heave the word out since it felt like your heart was beating in your throat, though your body gradually relaxed as Light seemed completely neutral to the situation. The longer that he did nothing, the more time passed, and you realized that… you were still here.

When silence fell completely between both of you, Light looked over with such casualty that you felt like none of what just happened even did.

“If we can get to your last name next time, too, maybe I’ll actually fuck you.” He slid off the bed as he spoke, his tone so normal as if he was just talking to you about the weather, making your jaw drop. He grabbed the book and closed it, walking over to the drawer and taking his sweet time ensuring that it was properly put away.

All you could do was lay there in silent disbelief, watching him with wide eyes while he acted like nothing even happened.

“I’m fine, then?” you asked, your voice firmer and a little louder than normal, more demanding for direct answers. Light glanced over at you and laughed coldly, standing up straight once the drawer was closed once again, his hands on his hips lazily.

“I like that you’re a little dumb, Y/N. It makes things like this more exciting, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond verbally–only able to scoff for now–Light turned to leave the room, murmuring a nearly inaudible “I’ll get some water” before the door closed behind him. His muffled footsteps became more distant as he descended downstairs, isolating you to the top floor.

Helplessly flumping back against the bed, you stared at the ceiling, reliving everything that had just happened in a mental state that you imagined neurosis to feel like. Although, you didn’t have to worry for long… you would get used to it. You understood that this was not going to be the first time something like this would happen, Light was truly only getting started with you.

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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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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Yandere L Lawliet Headcanons (General)

"I'm always two steps ahead of you, if not more, my sweetie." — L Lawliet.

❝ 📓 — lady l: watching Death Note again and commenting with a friend, I ended up thinking about it and decided to do some L headcanons, because I love him! 🖤 Hope you like it :) 🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, unhealthy relationships, mention of kidnapping.

❝📓pairing: yandere!l lawliet x gender neutral!reader.

L Lawliet is very scary because he is very smart. A detective, the best detective. He is very good at reading people, at his deductions. There is no running away from him, he will always find you.

He was already stalking you before you even knew it. Before you even knew about his existence, L was already after you. Always behind you, watching you and gathering as much information about you as possible.

L knew about everything you. What was your childhood like, your fears, your desires, your dreams, everything. There is no privacy at all with him, he wants to be able to read you like a book and he does. There's nothing he can't figure out eventually.

He began to appear in your life slowly and normally, for you at least. He just seemed like an ordinary guy who needed some sleep and straightened out his back, but that was it. You had no idea who he really was, how obsessed he was with you.

L has morals that can be easily corrupted when he becomes obsessed. He believes that he is justice and he does in his way, which is not always the right way to do it. He firmly believes in justice above all else, his justice.

He doesn't believe that what he feels, that the things he did for you are considered wrong. L is delusional enough to believe he is right, but he will never do anything against your will. He respects you enough for that.

L is a natural stalker, it's one of his hobbies as a detective. Although he doesn't persecute you in the literal sense of the word, he usually sends Watari to watch you and accompany you somewhere. Whether it's going to school or work, he'll have his butler protecting you.

He won't risk your safety, especially with Kira on the loose. You're not a criminal, but L won't take any risks. He's never made a mistake before and it won't be you he makes a mistake with. Not when one mistake could cause your death.

Always very careful, L would only reveal himself to you when he was sure he would have your trust. He is very, very manipulative and will make you trust no one else but him. Not even your family could be as trustworthy as L. He would definitely lock you up at home if he could.

L has cameras in your house, all aimed at crucial points in your house. In your bedroom, in your living room, in your kitchen, everywhere there is a camera watching you. It had become a habit for him to spend hours a day looking at the images, waiting for you.

He's not the possessive type, but L has his limits and won't tolerate someone approaching you with ulterior motives. He is very quick to think, to deduce that there is someone interested in you and he will quickly push them away from you. He usually uses his manipulation for this. L is not in the habit of killing and will never do so unless it is really necessary.

Once his obsession consumed him for good, L could no longer remain but shadows. He could no longer remain in the background, watching you take risks every day, he needed to do something. And he did, during one night, you woke up in an unfamiliar room and with a pale guy, sitting in a strange way, staring at you intensely. You were finally with him.

You may think you're smarter than him, that you can get away from L, but he'll always be two steps ahead of you. You have nowhere to run. L would finally have you and he wouldn't let you go.

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btnclmrttn · 5 months

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L Lawliet NSFW HCs

[Some crumbs for the dying simps]

Actual hands-on experience is minimal. The amount of online and research he’s done is immeasurable. It was all curiosity, so he says

I said before that he’s switchy, but if you give me any character, I could make a switch out of them. Choosing between dominant or submissive, he’s dominant.

Boosts his ego if he can get you flustered, and will always try to do so. He wants to put that work in. When he gets you shy, he will dig to make it worse.

He will stare shamelessly at your body. Sometimes, his conversations are directed to your body. Will carry out an entire conversation talking to your tits. It’s not necessarily a “hint” either, just L being L, and he’s a pervert.

He always asks for consent with everything he does. You will never be directly surprised with anything just to be sure you’re okay. When he’s certain you are not busy with anything on your mind, he’ll sit you down and discuss things long before even trying. He never stops asking and talks you through everything. He understands how vulnerable things can get and would never want to put a strain on this kind of trust with him.

His curiosity could put him into a BDSM category. He wants to try everything. Everything. Now, he has a physical outlet to get mad curious. (Also why he takes your consent so seriously)

Something a lil specific: Remote-controlled vibrators. Interested in seeing how well you can hide your arousal when you’re among company/in public. You always get a nice reward for making it through his game.

No secret he’s got money. Lingerie fixation. What he wants you in, he’s buying. Has swiped your underwear on multiple occasions.

As for libido, it has phases. He handles high-stress cases well, but you're a big help. If a case is tough to crack, he just descends into this unhinged freak of whore nature. The same goes for if he’s too bored.

Prefers giving over receiving head. Like his sweet fixation, you earned a place up there and now considered a necessity to his overall well-being, so he says. (Certainly, it’s universally accepted that L is also good at it. You see how he munching his desserts?)

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lovelybunnyxx · 1 month

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Playing His Game ― L Lawliet

TW: Yandere, Obsession, Implied stalking, Forced relationship

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"Are you aware that you blink more than the average person?"

The question makes you glance up from the chessboard, your eyes landing on L, who sits across from you, his gaze fixated on your face. "Oh, do I? I didn't know that," you murmur. L nods.

"Yes. The typical person blinks between fifteen and twenty times per minute, but you tend to blink around twenty-two times per minute," L explains, taking a bite of his cake. "Although...I have noticed that you have a moderate blinking rate throughout the day when I check on you using the cameras."

You know that you should be disturbed by him casually mentioning that he watches you on camera, but it's like you have become desensitized to it. The cameras are L's version of a 'compromise' for allowing you to live in your apartment instead of forcing you to move into his mansion with him.

You do wish that he would at least tell you where they are hidden, though.

"Many studies suggest that the increase in blinking rate is likely due to nervousness or stress," L continues. "...Does my presence trouble you?"

The question is scoffable. Of course his presence troubles you. He had forcefully inserted himself into your life as a strange interpretation of a 'boyfriend' after you helped him with a case last year. He won't leave you alone. "...Well, you stare a lot," you point out, trying to focus on the chessboard. "What's the cause of that?"

"Mhm? That has a simple explanation," L says, moving his pawn. "It's because you have a pleasant face. I enjoy looking at it." L looks down at the chess game with an almost inconspicuous smile. "There is no possible way for you to win against me, I am always three steps ahead. The sooner you learn to accept that, the better."

Something about his tone of voice suggests that he's talking about way more than just the game of chess.

"Checkmate."

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 10 months

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

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

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Reader’s full name).”

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

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

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

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

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

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

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

So they walked with Light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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