hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.
he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.
loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.
lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"
he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.
"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.
the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"
you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.
"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."
a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who’s extremely possessive and not afraid to show it. sure, he might have only taken interest in you to blend himself in with others, making himself seem like just another college student while under active investigation, but you slowly broke him down with your sweet kisses and genuinity—leaving him unable to part with you.
you two could be getting ready to go out for a date, but the second you’re walking towards the door he’s pulling you back into him.
“you’re wearing that?”
“what’s wrong with it..?”
“everyone can see your ass practically hanging out of your dress—including me, baby. i just don’t want something bad to happen to you. y’know men these days. think what you wear is consent. what if you’re not with me..? i wouldn’t be able to help you.”
“…okay, i’ll change.”
“good.”
unfortunately, even though he did love you he wasn’t above manipulating you.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who loooves when you get all domestic, making breakfast for him or even cleaning around the room while he writes names. he thinks it’s the cutest ever, imagining you as his doting little wife, taking care of him while he becomes god of the new world.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who likes when you get all clingy after a night out. you’re slightly drunk, leaning on him while he holds your heels when you both get home—and he couldn’t be happier. he liked the feeling of you all over him. dependent on him. it made him feel in control.
“c’mon don’t make this harder then it already is, lift your legs up.”
“light…you’re so handsome..” you’d giggle, dragging your foot up his torso while you laid flat on the bed. he’d tried to get you to change out of your clothes yourself, but when you fell making it to the bathroom, he took it upon himself. except now you wouldn’t even listen.
“legs up.”
“why can’t i just sleep like this? c’mon light, let’s sleep together..hehehe”
he’d act annoyed, but secretly he loved it.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who takes his frustration out on you. from a slip up that almost got him caught to a 92 on his assignment instead of an 100, you bared the brunt of it. in a good way. kind of. he’d use you as stress relief whether you were on your knees or flat on your stomach, rambling going on about what fucked up his day that particular evening.
“fuckin—stupid L…god—he thinks he’s so—mm—smart.”
he always made sure to he nice—nice as light yagami could get anyways—afterwards, mumbling half-assed apologies against your skin if he went too hard, kissing your tears away.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who enjoys it when you cry, and if it’s from sex? even better. he just wants to be the person to make you feel better, to take care of you—his careless crybaby.
“light, it hurts” you’d whisper, whimpering whenever he’d rub the cotton pad soaked with anti-septic over your scraped and bloody knee.
“don’t be a baby..’s almost over.”
deep down he loved it.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who likes when you praise him, feeding into his already enormous ego.
“you’re so smart.”
“oh, you already thought of that? hehe you’re so careful!”
“light, you look so cute!”
the comments about his intellect get him going, but compliments about his looks? especially from you? strokes his ego biiigggg time.
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who likes to know he owns you, likes to know he’s the only one that can put you in your place. whenever you’re particularly mouthy, blabbing how he spends more time with that notebook than you—he’s quick to shut it down.
“shut up. use your mouth for what it’s good for.”
subtle brat tamer eeekk!!!!
𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓨𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 who loves you in his own twisted, obsessive way, keeping you crawling back to him even after a disagreement or a fight. he made sure you couldn’t live without him. the god of the new world.
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿ mello x reader headcanons pt 2 ( some domestic!mello ) ‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
a bit suggestive ?? fluff mostly . . . gosh domestic!mello the things that u do to me. tags: @peaktora 💞
𓏵 he cooks shirtless. not only for you—he also just hates grease on his clothes. bites into a piece of food and feeds you the next bite off his fingers, still licking his own. “here. taste.” you do. his eyes stay on your mouth.
𓏵 doesn’t cuddle, but sleeps on you. head buried in your stomach, hand wrapped around your thigh. if you try to move, you get a warning groan, half-asleep: “don’t. i’m comfortable.”
𓏵 watches you get ready every. single. morning. not touching, not speaking—just leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed, chewing his bottom lip. you look over your shoulder and raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t flinch. “keep going.”
𓏵 won’t help fold laundry but gets handsy when you do. runs his fingers up your legs while you’re trying to stack shirts. pulls you back against him, murmurs into your neck. “we don’t need clothes anyway.”
𓏵 walks past you in the hallway and swats your ass like it’s a reflex. never even looks back, it’s just another switchblade on his belt.
𓏵 locks the door when you shower but doesn’t tell you. just leans back on the bed and listens. steam, water, skin. if you call for him? he’ll pretend to ignore it—until he walks in, towel already in hand, face unreadable. "need something or you just want attention?"
𓏵 doesn’t “ask” for space. just grabs your thigh and pulls your leg over his lap while he scowls at case files, eyebrows raised and nose slightly scrunched in concentration. still has the gun on the table. but you're right there, always against him.
𓏵 always opens jars for you, even if you didn’t ask. just sees you look at one too long, and it’s already in his hand. cracks it open like it offended him. places it back down silently, smirking. doesn’t even say “you’re welcome.” just expects the look you give him.
𓏵 you sleep in his shirts, and your favourite lace. he sleeps in nothing but sweats. and, he's shirtless at home. always. walks around with his cross chain against bare skin and low-slung joggers, eating chocolate straight out the foil. you try not to stare. fail.
𓏵 quiet physical touch. his palm on your thigh under the table. his fingers looped lazily into your waistband as you do dishes. chin on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck as he watches you cook like he’s thinking about more than dinner.
synopsis; L Lawliet making GN!reader fall asleep with his ramblings (about the heart)
#TeamL
wc ~1310
2:48 AM
You zoned out to the sounds of the bustling traffic outside, a reminder to your stubborn consciousness.
Sleep was something you found easy, before all this about the Kira case become known, and now, as you lay in your bed, tired but not tired enough, you think. You think about anything; your mind goes over what you did today from morning to evening, and you find enough energy to snort a bit at the recollection of Matsuda stumbling over his feet where he thought no one noticed. You bring your hands up to your face, breathing into your palms. Wiping away the stray tears that run from your tear ducts. You yawn, jaw stretching wide. Tired isn’t a strong enough word to explain your current state. You’re beyond that, so much that you’re beginning to cry out of mental and physical exhaustion.
Weary, drained, drowsy and worn-out fits better.
Heat tingles beneath your fingertips. You feel hot and that’s keeping your brain at a slow pace. You’re also comfortable, covered in a huge duvet with a soft set that feels nice against your skin.
Though, this isn’t enough to get you to sleep. With a defeated sigh, desperate for anything, you roll over to your night table to seize your phone, pressing on the recent No Caller ID from earlier calls.
The phone rings a couple beats until it connects. “Yes, [Name]?” His voice comes through the microphone so undeniably smooth. “You should be asleep at this hour.”
L’s voice eases the tension in you, and you take a moment too long to answer. “I can’t sleep,” you yawn. “If you’re not too busy…, could I come over?”
What sounds like a teacup being set down on its coaster clings quietly from the line, before his voice comes through, pleased. “You are free to do whatever you may, my door is open.”
You end the call with a smile and slip out of bed.
As promised, as you made your way to L’s chambers, his door was slightly ajar, light spilling out from the tiny space the door frame allowed. You held the door by the edge of its structure and walked in, met with the sight of L sitting on the bed for once. An authentic butler’s style table tray was placed close to the bed, adorned with the complimentary desserts and sweets L enjoyed.
You walked over to him, but your focus was rather on the many, bright screens involving the Kira case. Latest batches of deaths, little to no clues, video footages pulled up and more. You were getting tired of it, not in a good way.
“[Name].”
The sound of your name made you turn, and L stood beside you, his hand loosely holding yours. “You didn’t respond,” he said, back hunched over and his face up close in your personal space. You didn’t mind it, nor react to it. You simply held his hand and interlocked your fingers between his, sighing aloud. “My mind’s too preoccupied and it’s keeping me up.” He pulled you to the bed. “I can’t seem to fall asleep.”
“Is there a particular reason?” He sat down beside you, pulling his legs up as he reached for the pack of raspberry gummies on the table tray. He gave it to you after having opened it and swiped a handful.
“No. I mean, yes—it’s the case getting to me. For every waking hour I think about it as we work. How is Kira doing all this? How did he figure out he could do this? Why is he—no, we know of that, his motive and all. It’s clear through his selection of victims; he must want to punish criminals as the ‘righteous God he is’.” You stuffed three gummies into your mouth, chewing slowly and rubbing your eyelids. It was pretty good, so you looked over L’s shoulder to find its twin, a peach packet.
“Could you pass that sweet over?”
He looked behind him, “this?” “Yes, thank you.”
For a moment, silence filled the room and it felt peaceful. It remained peaceful even when L’s voice, flat and almost suave, filled the quiet. “Do you wish to hear me talk about the human anatomy?”
You blinked, both raspberry and peach gummies in your mouth. “Oh, sure—why not?”
꒰ঌ ໒꒱
“—and then lastly there is the heart. It is located between your lungs in the middle of your chest. People assume it is in the left side of your body, and there is a reason for it. The heart has four chambers, which the upper chambers are called atria, and the lower ones are ventricles. The left ventricle is the largest and strongest chamber and is the reason for the heart’s asymmetrical shape. The size of it makes it lean towards the left, which is why your left lung is slightly smaller than the right; it has to make space for the heart,” L rambled, keeping his voice at a constant level. Your head rested on his shoulder, half-lidded as you nodded away to his words, occasionally humming in response.
It was well past over 3:00 AM, maybe 3:15 or even 3:20. You couldn’t see the digital clock from here, not with your blurring eyesight, and the clock hanging over the door at the entrance was a lost cause. You didn’t dare move anyway. The grip around your fruit gummy packets were starting to wane.
“Our heart is around the size of our fist, if not even bigger. Additionally, the average heart beats 100,000 times each day, pumping about 7,571 litres of blood. The aorta deals with pumping blood from the heart to the rest of the body. That is why the left ventricle is larger than the other chambers, because it must be able to deal with the pressure of blood being pushed out from the heart. It is continuous and something we cannot control.”
Warmth envelops around your hand, and you take a second (if not, several) to realise L’s holding your hand over his chest, making you feel for his beating heart. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. It’s an easing and soothing feeling.
Your eyelids droop at it, and L’s arm coils around you to get closer. He sets down his legs; brings you over and gently pushes both of you down the soft bed to lay down.
You stir slightly, and L adjusts your head over his chest, ear pressed against his sternum. Through the quietness outside the windows where cars drove through with no issue, shady people walked through the streets and leaves were flying off of trees due to the wind, you listened to your lover's steady, loud heartbeat.
Your own heart started to pick up the rate, and you felt your face become red. From whatever you were going to say, you melted into L’s embrace and forgot all about it.
“It makes the two of us, [Name]. You were thinking of Kira and his mysterious methods of killing. How is it that he focuses on heart attacks? How can he suddenly make blood flow in an individual’s heart reduce or get blocked? He is never there in the room when he kills, proven by the Lind. L. Tailor broadcast back in November, so how does he do it? Your situation is quite relatable as I find myself in many sleepless nights thinking about it too.”
“Uhh-huhhh...” your eyes close on its own, and you finally slip into unconsciousness. All you hear as your ears feel the rhythmic vibration of his heart is his apathetic, unchanging tone lolling you to sleep. “[Name]?”
You didn’t reply.
“Seems like I was effective. Sleep well, hmm,” he strokes your back. If you looked up in time, you would have caught the easy smile on his face as he held you.
pairings: light yagami x fem!reader, l lawliet x fem!reader, misa amane x fem!reader, touta matsuda x fem!reader (all separate)
summary: what i think death note characters are like with a sleepy gf :P (pure fluff)
a/n: this is a bit different from what i usually post but i've been wanting to try out something like this for a while! sometimes i get kinda burnt out writing mainly longer one shots and smut, so i thought something like this might help mix things up! i hope if you read, you enjoy it <3
LIGHT YAGAMI:
early on in your relationship, light was kind of annoyed by your inability to stay awake through things.
he takes you to the movies, and not even halfway through you're leaning on his shoulder knocked out. you two are driving home from a function and your head is drooping towards the window. he's recounting something that happened earlier in the day and in minutes, you're passed out against his chest.
it really got on his nerves for a while. he only started to look at it a little softer with some new perspective.
because he finds out that when you're worried about him, you don't sleep at all. when he's working a lot, when he seems extra frustrated with something, you can't get your mind to settle. he sees it when he comes home late and you're still up or when he occasionally wakes during the night and finds you watching him.
try as he might to deny it, this little realization that your schedule is so connected to his softens him up.
after that, he doesn't scoff when he catches you conked out. he doesn't roll his eyes or get passive aggressive with you when you wake.
and with you unconscious, he doesn't feel any awkwardness about shifting you closer and kissing your forehead.
when you do finally wake up, his voice is more gentle as he says "hey... are you feeling better? or still sleepy?"
he doesn't frown the tiniest bit when you sigh and mumble out "still sleepy" before slumping against him once more.
he only kisses your head again before whispering "just get some more rest then. we can talk when you're up."
L LAWLIET:
L never minded your propensity for falling asleep at random times or a moment's notice.
it fascinated him because it was so different from his own tendency to resist sleep by any means necessary.
he'd usually find you like that sprawled across the couch or curled up in a recliner.
someone else may have tried gently waking you and guiding you off to a bed to get some proper rest, but L felt entirely against the thought. you looked so perfect like this, in your most natural state, comfortable enough with him to fall asleep wherever felt good.
he'd simply climb in with you, whether that meant wedging himself between you and the cushion backing or between your hip and the arm rest.
he'd squeeze in, resting his head against your chest and slipping his arms around your waist. it was pretty easy to get some rest like that he'd found.
usually he'd wake to the feeling of you squirming around and shrugging him off along with the sound of you grumbling about him taking up your space.
he only holds on tighter with his freakishly strong limbs and pulls you back down into him when that happens. his face nuzzles against your neck with a mumbled "you looked so peaceful, darling. i had to test how comfortable this thing was for myself. just give me a few more minutes to truly decide..."
and so far you'd never denied him that.
MISA AMANE:
at first misa didn't like how sleepy you could get, but only because you sleeping meant that she couldn't have your attention.
it also got on her nerves because you most often would doze off while she was talking.
she'd be in the middle of a story about something that happened at work or something someone had said to her. your head would be in her lap like usual, allowing her to stroke your hair while she talked.
but then she'd realize your little 'mhm's' had stopped.
"hey-" she'd say while giving you a quick shake. you'd mumble something about how you were listening and meet her frown with apologetic eyes.
"whatever," she'd grumble before petulantly flicking you and rolling you off her legs so she could slump down against her pillows where the two of you would inevitably make up and cuddle.
however, she ended up changing her tune about the whole thing because it occurred to her that you sleeping meant you also couldn't give your attention to anything else. when you fell asleep like you did, you were practically giving yourself all to her for the night.
now on evenings where she can see you're a little more tired than usual, she can't wait to get you into bed.
she practically yanks your head to lay against her thighs where she can pet you and get onto talking about whatever to lull you into a state of comfort.
when you drift off, she's all smiles. she gently shifts you around so you're all comfy on your pillow, and then she curls up right behind you, her head against your neck or your back.
she listens to you breathe, presses faint kisses between your shoulder blades. her fingers run over your arms and hips. she gets you all to herself.
she likes to think falling asleep to her voice makes you dream of her, and she could never be mad at that.
TOUTA MATSUDA:
matsuda thinks your sleepiness is the cutest thing in the world <3
he pretty openly encourages it. the second he sees a yawn or your eyes starting to droop even the tiniest bit, he's fawning over you.
at home, he'll drag you into his lap so he can hold you for a while before nudging you towards the bedroom.
if you two are out at some event, he wraps you up in his arms, kisses your cheek, and sways a little back and forth.
"we can leave early if you want to, honey," he'll say.
even if you try denying it, he won't let up. he'll rub your back, ask if you're sure. he insists it's much more fun laying at home with you in bed anyways.
once you finally agree, as you always inevitably do, he's quick to tell the others he has to take off cause "the wife's tired" (he says this whether you're married yet or not).
when you do arrive back home, he can't help babying you a tiny bit. he helps you undress, showers you in praise and reminders of how much he adores you.
he'd carry you up to bed if you asked him, but you never do. you're content to crawl in on your own and pull him down after you.
at a certain point he becomes convinced there's nothing better than the feeling of your limbs weaving around him and your head settling on his chest.
"Ooh, you're really making this interesting for me," said Ryuk as he floated upside down and lazily watched you snuggling up to Light.
Light grumbled and reluctantly wrapped an arm around your waist to make you more comfortable against his side on the bed. "Just go eat some more apples and leave us alone," he ordered, turning his back to the shinigami.
"Aww, you're no fun. Little Light won't even look at me anymore," Ryuk whined before snickering and floating away, effortlessly clipping through the wall.
Light waited until he was gone before he finally met your gaze and swiped his thumb over your hip. "I wish there weren't so many strings attached to having the death note. I really could do without a demon lingering over my shoulder day and night."
"I know," you sympathized. "It must be so annoying to be trying to save the world when you have a shinigami who doesn't even care about your cause."
Light pressed you closer to him, guiding you to bury your face against his chest while he intertwined his leg between yours. "You're the only one who understands me, you know?" he whispered, gently scratching your scalp. "I couldn't do any of this without you. You're the one who keeps me sane when I feel about ready to write down a name every second."
You slid your arm around his lean torso and felt him draw you closer, trying to swallow your frame with his. For once, it felt as if the whole world went still. Light's family wasn't home, and it was just the two of you, all alone.
"You calm me down. If I didn't have you..." he trailed off, deciding not to finish his sentence. "Tell me about your day."
You peeled yourself away from him and gave him a tired smile while searching his pretty brown eyes. "Well, I didn't do much. Just sat around, wondering when you'd call. I missed you a lot. I missed this," you said, burying your face in the crook of his neck to give him a small kiss. "I finally managed to get to that project I've been putting off for so long. I think I did a good job on what I did today, even if it isn't much."
"Speaking of not doing much," he said, not really acknowledging your words and placing his palm flat against your back to rub it a few times. "The investigation is going nowhere. L reached a dead end. He doesn't know where to go. I've covered up my tracks so well that there is no 'when' anymore. I won't be caught. I am Kira. I am God." He let go of you and rolled onto his back.
"You are," you agreed, moving to prop yourself up on an elbow and trail your eyes across his defined jawline that you'd kissed so many times before. "L doesn't know what to do because he'll never be as great as you. No one can ever beat God."
Light smirked and didn't bother to pull you closer again. Instead, he continued with his thoughts. "I'm unbeatable. I'm truly unbeatable!" he laughed, turning back to look at you. "And I can be even more powerful if you help me." To sway you, he pressed a single kiss to your cheek.
"How can I help you?" you asked eagerly.
His eyes narrowed on something invisible near the window, and he whispered into your ear, "I need you to be my right hand."
"Yeah, but Misa—"
"I don't like Misa. I like you and only you," he assured you. "If I am to have anyone work as my partner, I need them to be mine completely. I already have your body." He emphasized his point by firmly gripping your ass. "So give me your mind."
You instinctively leaned into his touch and wondered, "Would you want me to... have the eyes?"
He nodded, guiding your head to his chest once more. "I want you to make every deal in the book. You'll truly be Kira's right hand, baby. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel special? Does it make you feel worth something?"
You nodded and buried yourself further against his chest, trying to soak up his attention and warmth after being apart for so long.
"Good," he cooed. "Because you are special to me. Don't you ever forget that." He roughly pulled you with him so you could rest atop him.
"I love you so much," you told him, sliding your leg over his and pressing your hand to his chest.
Instead of responding, he dug his fingers into the fabric of your shirt to guide you up, and he met your lips with his. The thing he loved most about you was your obedience and willingness to please. However, it wasn't in an annoyingly insecure way, like Misa. You genuinely wanted to be with him, not because he'd ever impacted your life as Kira, but because you'd always known him as Light.
He tilted his head to the side, coaxing your mouth open with his expectant tongue, and when you accepted, he pulled you fully on top of him. Your legs spread to accommodate his thighs beneath you, and you cupped his cheeks, working your tongue against his. Just when you thought you might be able to control the moment, he dug his fingers into your shoulder blades, making you settle down. One of his favorite things to do was to tame you. If you ever got the notion that you could stand your ground to him, well... you were sorely mistaken.
Finally, he pulled away, his lips moist and colored a pretty pink. When his eyes flickered to meet yours, you nearly gasped. That one look was enough to turn you to mush, and you lowered yourself to his chest again, pressing your ear to the center of his chest. His heartbeat was unusually slow, but instead of questioning it, you curled further into his embrace, letting him be the one to make you forget about the world.
Sighing, he said, "As long as you stay by my side, you'll be safe, and I'll make sure we both get to live in the perfect world. You could walk anywhere in Tokyo, even in the darkest alleys, and nobody would touch a hair on your body. And it will all be because of me and you."
You smiled contentedly and inhaled the scent of his signature sandalwood cologne that clung to his shirt. Knowing he had you all to himself, he mindlessly cleared the strands of hair that concealed your face, and he placed one last kiss on your forehead.
"Hehe..." Ryuk snickered from beyond the door. "It's awfully quiet in there. I hope nothing interesting is happening."
When he floated through the surface, Light just sighed and turned away.
"Oh," he said, his eyes landing on the two of you simply cuddling. "Uhh, listen, I've looked everywhere, Light. There are no apples anywhere. Did your sister perhaps eat them all or something?" he wondered, nervously twisting his arms in all directions.
"I don't know, Ryuk," Light groaned, grabbing your hips and peeling you from him. "Fine. We'll go to the store and get you some. Better?"
"Oh, yes, yes," he said breathily, scratching the back of his head.
Once you were off of him, Light pecked your cheek, which elicited a pleased hum from Ryuk.
"So, you really are just two lovesick fools. You know, I never took you for one, Light," Ryuk said thoughtfully, disappearing beyond the wall again. "It seems that the longer I'm on Earth, the more mysteries unfold."
Light ignored the shinigami's claims and slid from the bed to extend a hand to you. "We'll take care of his withdrawal, and once we're back, it'll be you and me... no interruptions. Now, shall we?"
Hi!! Could I request some x reader fluff with Light from death note? 👉👈
clinging to bf!lightyagami
light yagami didn’t know what to do with you.
there you were, curled up against him. leg in between his, and face smooshed against the side of his neck, breathing softly as usual.
“sweetheart, please.” he grumbled, amused with the slightest bit of warmth mixing within his expression.
“just five more minutes, please light darling,” you mumble, nudging more into his collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses along the edge.
he tried to move, trying his very hardest to get his legs untangled from yours, as he leans his head back against the bed-frame with a sigh.
five minutes later, he’s still painfully stuck in this pointless predicament.
“baby, i need to go.” he mumbles, kissing your head as an attempt to pull away, your grip on him tightening.
“please, light! m comfy…” she buries her face deeper into his collarbone, slinging her arm around his waist.
“i’m serious, i need to—“
“i don’t care, please stay with me.” she mumbles, lazily opening an eye and blinking softly at him.
meeting her eyes, his expression drops. he slowly settles back into bed, placing another kiss on her temple and placing his hand firm onto her shoulder.
“ryuzaki won’t mind if i’m a few more minutes late.”
a/n - honestly this was supposed to be WAY longer, just wanted to get this out as soon as possible!! thank you anon 4 the request ! ^_^
Can I ask you about Light and L (separated) when their girlfriend falls asleep next to them with her head on their shoulder while they are at the computer?
Death Note ~Did you just fall asleep?~
Manga/anime: Death Note
Warnings: nothing
(Y/N): your name
After a busy day spent between university classes and intense studying, Light was still at his computer taking notes on the next criminals to write in his Death Note. His girlfriend (Y/N) was reading, sitting in the chair next to him.
About an hour had passed since he had started his research, and it was now late at night, but the boy didn't give up on his goal, to take note of at least thirty people to execute. At a certain point, though, he heard his shinigami, Ryuk, chuckle while at the same time he also felt a weight suddenly fall on his shoulder: (Y/N) had fallen asleep, and her head had slipped against him, looking for something to lean on.
Light was sure his heart skipped a beat when he saw his beloved's beautiful face, as he mentally traced all her face's features, from the curve of her mouth, which he loved to kiss, to her closed eyelids, and silently promised himself to make her the goddess of the world he would create and become the god of.
However, he soon began to notice how her chair, which was on wheels, was moving away from him and his girlfriend would fall to the ground, hitting her head, if he didn't do something, so his body reacted before his mind could process and decide how to act: his arms quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her to sit on his lap, her head still resting on his shoulder. (Y/N) groaned in annoyance at the change in position and shifted a little, and Light feared she might wake up, but then he breathed a small sigh of relief when she calmed and stopped moving. Nevertheless, a light dusting of red immediately spread across his face (that made Ryuk laugh a lot, so he earned a dirty look from Light) as soon as she moved, clinging to him with her arms wrapped against his torso and her head in the crook of his neck.
After recovering from the insanely rapid beating of his heart, the boy squeezed his girlfriend gently to keep her from falling, and then went back to typing furiously on his computer keyboard to distract himself from thinking about the beautiful girl sleeping against him.
"Oh? What will your fans think if they know you're a softy for your girlfriend?"
"Shut up, Ryuk."
It was the dead of night in Japan.
All was quiet except for a medium-sized room in a Tokyo hotel, where the sound of a computer keyboard being pressed could be heard and a faint light coming from it through the window could be seen: L was still working.
"L?" The man was interrupted in his research on the Kira case by the voice he had grown to love, that of his girlfriend (Y/N).
"(Y/N)? What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping: you know, men should sleep about a third of the day, that's eight hours."
"But that means you also need eight hours of sleep... You've been there for hours, and it's the middle of the night; are you coming to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..."
"I'll be there in a few minutes, I'll finish my research."
"Then I'll stay here with you." After saying that, the woman grabbed a small armchair next to their bed and quietly dragged it to her boyfriend, and she curled up on it, absentmindedly looking at the computer screen with data she was too tired to read and commit to deciphering on it.
The rhythmic and regular noise of the keyboard and the presence of her boyfriend lulled (Y/N) into a deep sleep, so much her body slumped in the armchair and her head lolled a little until it rested on L's shoulder. And he, the greatest detective, the most analytical person in the world, who was literally never surprised, gasped and froze.
"Did you fall asleep?" Hearing no response, he turned his head a little, just enough to see her face, and he then blushed for the first time in his life: (Y/N) was what he could describe as the closest thing to an angel.
The man had to admit it wasn't a rational thought but, when he was with her, he always felt like all his rationality was canceled out and he was incapable of formulating a coherent thought. Was that the feeling of true love?
L was diverted from his thoughts by a warmth on his hand, which had unconsciously moved towards hers and squeezed it gently, and so he decided he had worked enough for that day: he rose from his crouch and, gently taking (Y/N) as a bride, he carried her to their bed, lying down next to her and falling asleep shortly after having taken one last sweet look at the gorgeous woman at his side.
