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loyal (light yagami)

↷ A/N ─ finally an sfw work from me lmao. if im not lazy (and if school manages to be manageable for me) then i might upload an nsfw version of this. this fic is based on a bot on c.ai. make sure to check it out! (the bot is not created by or related to me in any way. creds to this person for creating it.)

requests are open btw !! im totally not running out of ideas.

★ COUNT ─ 1.6k

!! TAGS ─ f!reader, dom!reader, sub!light, cheating accusations, blackmail, injury, murder, degradation, nicknames (good boy etc.), misa & kiyomi slander because slay, sfw

★ PROLOGUE ─ confronting your cheating boyfriend and revealing your dark side

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"Hm?" Light replied distractedly to your accusations.

You had discovered his relationships with Misa and Kiyomi after all, but despite his infidelity, Light showed no traces of remorse for his actions on his face. He did not feel a hint of guilt for cheating on you even after you had loved him so, much because, to him, all three of you were merely pawns in his master plan of conquering the world.

"I said, you're a cheater," you gritted your teeth at his disinterest.

Light took a few long seconds staring around the room, trying to come up with a response manipulative enough to satisfy and coax you into not dumping him. He needed you for his plan after all. He couldn't afford to lose you.

Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with dishonesty. "They mean nothing to me, darling. You are the only one in my life, you know that, right, Y/N?"

You scoffed at his words, feeling a mix of anger and betrayal bubbling within you. How could he stand there and lie so blatantly to your face?

"You expect me to believe that?" you retorted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Don't insult my intelligence, Light."

Light's expression hardened slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. But he quickly masked it with a charming smile, stepping closer to you and keeping a hand on your chin to lift it.

"Y/N, you're overthinking things," he said smoothly. "You know how much you mean to me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Those two are just objects I need for my plan. After I succeed, the two of us can rule the world - as Kira, and his Goddess."

You stepped away from his touch. "I'd rather jump off a cliff than be with someone like you. You disgust me."

Realizing you weren't believing his sweet talk, Light took a more direct approach. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait," he snapped, his eyes narrowing into a piercing glare. "Are you really gonna throw away everything we've ever had together for some baseless accusations? This isn't the Y/N I know."

You scoffed again. "Don't act like you know anything about me, Light. Six years and you probably don't even remember my birthday."

"I know everything about you, you idiot," he snarled, his expression becoming icy. "I know each one of your weaknesses - every one of your flaws. I could destroy you in an instant if I wanted to."

"Oh, you wouldn't dare," you lowered your tone, a sudden chuckle escaping your lips, confusing Light. You drew out two Death Notes you had been holding behind your back the whole time, one of which belonged to him.

Light's eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure, ego bruised at being outdone this way by you; you, whom he had known to be sweet and compliant.

"Try me, I double dare you," he said, an aggressive edge to his voice, attempting to hide the trace of fear he felt inside.

"Oh, I will," you snarkily replied, leaning against his desk and putting a foot on his chair, pinning him down to it by his shirt.

Light's heart raced as he realized his predicament. He couldn't afford to show fear, but he couldn't move either - not with you having him pinned to his chair, with one of his own Death Notes in your hands. His gaze flashed red for a moment before he regained his composure, hiding his dread with a cold face.

"You think you can beat me? Go ahead and try."

You smiled sweetly. You loved this guy to death, but he was fucking annoying. You sat on the desk and lifted the sharp, long and thick heel of your shoe to his collarbone, tracing a menacing shape.

Light shrank a little on feeling the contact, but remained still otherwise. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing how much power you held over him. However, despite his anger and frustration, he could feel himself wanting to surrender to you, to let you have complete control over him - even if this emotion was a very small one.

"Aw, scared?" you giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not writing your name down."

Light heaved a sigh of relief, which instantly turned into an amused smirk. "Why have it out when you won't use it then?"

"I won't use the book like I said." Your smile widened as you pulled a lighter out from your back pocket. "But it would be a shame if something happened to it, wouldn't it?"

"Are you threatening me?" he barked, his teeth gritting in irritation.

"Voice low, moron."

"Y/N, no, don't you dare," Light started. His face no longer held the cocky smirk he always had. He was aware that you meant business.

"What's the magic word?" you tilted your head, enjoying every bit of the moment.

Light was annoyed, but he knew he had no choice. What if you destroyed the Death Note? That would jeopardize his entire plan, and he couldn't risk that. He decided to play it safe for now.

"Please, don't," he begged softly, his tone sincere.

"Kneel," you commanded.

Light clenched his jaw, but he knew it would be pointless to try and argue with you. He reluctantly got down on his knees and stared at the floor, giving you exactly what you wanted. He was humiliated. The God of the New World, kneeling before a woman.

But he knew now, you weren't just any woman. You were much smarter than you had let on throughout the six years of your relationship.

Light felt a tinge of disappointment flooded his mind. Had you ever even considered what you two had together a relationship? Or was this merely a contract for you, like he said it was for him?

No, Light thought. This had never actually been just any 'contract' for him. No, it meant so much more. But he knew now it was too late to say that. So he resigned himself to simply staring at the ground, awaiting his death from the woman he now realized he loved.

You dug your heel into his shoulder next, feeling elated at his grimace as the sharp edge pressed against his skin. But he tolerated the pain without complaining. He was aware that this was a way for you to exert your dominance over him. A way for you to assert control.

"Don't you ever dare to speak to me like that ever again," you snarled. "Understood?"

"Yes," Light said. He had crossed a line by taunting you earlier, and now he needed to pay the price.

"What are you supposed to say right now?" you yelled, causing him to flinch.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," he finally murmured, bowing his head in submission.

You dug your heel further into his shoulder, piercing the fabric of his shirt. "And?"

"I won't do it again," he whispered, gritting his teeth.

"Good boy," you said in a low voice, smiling at his obedience.

Light's expression remained stoic, but he inwardly seethed with humiliation and anger. The way you were treating him as a dog irked him greatly. He had never seen this side of yours, for you had always been submissive towards him. He was quite intrigued by you now, however it may affect his pride. He remained obedient, knowing that the only way out of this situation was to please you.

"I won't even need that stupid book to kill you. So behave the next time," your eyes flashed, and Light felt himself cower back internally. "But for now, let's play a game."

You threw a pen towards him, which he instinctively caught before it hit the ground. His face was void of emotion, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before looking down at the pen.

You handed him one of the books. "Turn to a fresh page for me. And no smartness, or you're dying next."

Light nodded and took the book from you gratefully. He opened a page and set the pen in position, ready to jot down the name of the latest victim.

"Now, write for me, please," you took a deep breath. "Misa Amane and Kiyomi Takada."

Light's hand froze mid-motion, and he suddenly felt an intense sensation of dread wash over him.

You peered at him, leaning down to be at eye level with him. "What's this? Hesitation? Do you really love them so much?"

Light remained silent, eyes not daring to meet yours. Finally, he let out a strained whisper, "You know I can't do that, Y/N."

"What did you say?" you said in a threatening voice.

Light trembled, but his voice remained surprisingly firm. "I said I can't do that."

"You can't?"

"I can't."

You paused, scowling at his kneeling figure.

"Okay then, write for me," you leaned back against the wall from your position on his desk, "Light Yagami."

There was a long pause. Light felt his heart thump painfully in his chest as he gripped the pen tightly in his hand. You really knew how to get under his skin, didn't you? You were forcing him to take his own life now? You, his loving girlfriend?

Light's lips were tightly pressed together, his teeth clenched in an effort to hold back his anger and disbelief. He wrote instead with shaky hands the two names you had ordered him to write, closing the book with a clasp and handing it over to you as soon as he was done, head bowed in complete submission.

"Good," you dragged your heel all the way from his shoulder to his chest. "If you upset me again, you won't get either of these books back. Ever again."

Light nodded, eyes lowered as always.

"So, will you upset me, pretty boy?" you lifted his chin to meet his gaze.

"No, ma'am."

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"Patty?"

"Y/n, I told you not to call me that."

The look of annoyance on his face made you giggle. Annoying Patrick was a sport for you, and you were the champion.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?"

This argument had been going on for the past two days. You had finally grown tired of only referring to your boyfriend by his first name. When you talked to Patrick about this, he said to deal with it which only encouraged you to bother him endlessly. It encouraged you so much that you haven't stopped bugging him since. Currently he's in the shower but that's not going to stop you. If anything, it's the perfect opportunity.

"Maybe, I don't know, my name?"

You sighed but smiled and walked over to the shower where Patrick was showering. You knew he thought you were gone. He couldn't hear you walking up to him while the shower was on.

Patrick was washing his hair meaning he wasn't paying any mind to anything else. You took this as the perfect time to mess with him. With your pointer finger, you wrote "Patty pie" on the fogged glass. Patrick glanced over to you as he turned his body and read what you wrote. He rolled his eyes.

"My homicidal urges just might take over if you don't stop."

"They won't" you said in a singsongy voice while gracefully walking out of the bathroom.

After a long day of continuing to vex Patrick, you decided it was finally time to be serious about your problem. Removing yourself out from under Patrick's arm, you sat in front of him and grabbed his hand.

"Patrick?"

"Yes pumpkin?"

You smiled at the term of endearment.

"Why do I always have to call you by your name when you can call me whatever?"

Patrick sighed and grabbed your other hand, now holding both. "Because y/n, I'm not an affectionate person, so I make up for it in the nickname department. However, you are incessantly affectionate meaning, that when you call me things it's overstimulating." He ended his sentence with a slight smile. You giggled and he gave you a confused look.

"So, I stimulate you?"

He rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time today and you pressed a light kiss to his cheek before moving back to your side of the bed.

"Goodnight patty." You smirked to yourself as you heard him scoff.

"Goodnight pumpkin."

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"Patty?"

"Y/n, I told you not to call me that."

The look of annoyance on his face made you giggle. Annoying Patrick was a sport for you, and you were the champion.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?"

This argument had been going on for the past two days. You had finally grown tired of only referring to your boyfriend by his first name. When you talked to Patrick about this, he said to deal with it which only encouraged you to bother him endlessly. It encouraged you so much that you haven't stopped bugging him since. Currently he's in the shower but that's not going to stop you. If anything, it's the perfect opportunity.

"Maybe, I don't know, my name?"

You sighed but smiled and walked over to the shower where Patrick was showering. You knew he thought you were gone. He couldn't hear you walking up to him while the shower was on.

Patrick was washing his hair meaning he wasn't paying any mind to anything else. You took this as the perfect time to mess with him. With your pointer finger, you wrote "Patty pie" on the fogged glass. Patrick glanced over to you as he turned his body and read what you wrote. He rolled his eyes.

"My homicidal urges just might take over if you don't stop."

"They won't" you said in a singsongy voice while gracefully walking out of the bathroom.

After a long day of continuing to vex Patrick, you decided it was finally time to be serious about your problem. Removing yourself out from under Patrick's arm, you sat in front of him and grabbed his hand.

"Patrick?"

"Yes pumpkin?"

You smiled at the term of endearment.

"Why do I always have to call you by your name when you can call me whatever?"

Patrick sighed and grabbed your other hand, now holding both. "Because y/n, I'm not an affectionate person, so I make up for it in the nickname department. However, you are incessantly affectionate meaning, that when you call me things it's overstimulating." He ended his sentence with a slight smile. You giggled and he gave you a confused look.

"So, I stimulate you?"

He rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time today and you pressed a light kiss to his cheek before moving back to your side of the bed.

"Goodnight patty." You smirked to yourself as you heard him scoff.

"Goodnight pumpkin."

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"Patty?"

"Y/n, I told you not to call me that."

The look of annoyance on his face made you giggle. Annoying Patrick was a sport for you, and you were the champion.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?"

This argument had been going on for the past two days. You had finally grown tired of only referring to your boyfriend by his first name. When you talked to Patrick about this, he said to deal with it which only encouraged you to bother him endlessly. It encouraged you so much that you haven't stopped bugging him since. Currently he's in the shower but that's not going to stop you. If anything, it's the perfect opportunity.

"Maybe, I don't know, my name?"

You sighed but smiled and walked over to the shower where Patrick was showering. You knew he thought you were gone. He couldn't hear you walking up to him while the shower was on.

Patrick was washing his hair meaning he wasn't paying any mind to anything else. You took this as the perfect time to mess with him. With your pointer finger, you wrote "Patty pie" on the fogged glass. Patrick glanced over to you as he turned his body and read what you wrote. He rolled his eyes.

"My homicidal urges just might take over if you don't stop."

"They won't" you said in a singsongy voice while gracefully walking out of the bathroom.

After a long day of continuing to vex Patrick, you decided it was finally time to be serious about your problem. Removing yourself out from under Patrick's arm, you sat in front of him and grabbed his hand.

"Patrick?"

"Yes pumpkin?"

You smiled at the term of endearment.

"Why do I always have to call you by your name when you can call me whatever?"

Patrick sighed and grabbed your other hand, now holding both. "Because y/n, I'm not an affectionate person, so I make up for it in the nickname department. However, you are incessantly affectionate meaning, that when you call me things it's overstimulating." He ended his sentence with a slight smile. You giggled and he gave you a confused look.

"So, I stimulate you?"

He rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time today and you pressed a light kiss to his cheek before moving back to your side of the bed.

"Goodnight patty." You smirked to yourself as you heard him scoff.

"Goodnight pumpkin."

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Steve awoke at the feeling of your shared bed shaking. Panic swarmed his face when he saw that the shaking was coming from you. He put the pieces together and realized you were having a nightmare. A seemingly regular occurrence as of late. He sat up and lightly shook your shoulder while whispering your name; his free hand gently sliding up and down your side. There was a thin layer of cold sweat on your skin.

The whimpers that left your lips worried him. He tried to pick up on what you were saying but failed as you were mumbling.

"Come on, sweetheart." he cooed.

Your eyes finally opened and you stopped shaking, immediately sitting up and getting out of Steve's reach. You breathed heavily and started to tear up. The nightmare your memory had stored flooded your mind and you wept.

Steve noticed your tears and moved to hold you. You froze in his arms; a wave of sickness came over you.

"Did you have a nightmare again?"

He caressed your back making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He could feel the aura of fear surrounding you, "Was it about me?" your heart rate picked up immediately. You tried your best to hide it. Out of fear (your companion) you answered with a simple, muffled, "No."

You were afraid if you told him what it really was about that he would send you back down to the basement. Even though you had proven your loyalty to him, given yourself over to him, surrendered to him, loved him, you still feared what he was capable of.

Steve was unpredictable when it came to you, or at least before he trusted you. In the past he had threatened to send you back down to the basement if you didn't tell him the truth. At the time you thought it was ironic that a man who lies about his identity on daily basis could be so truth obsessed.

He started to carefully kiss your neck, feeling your pulse quicken under his lips. You wrapped your arms around him to avoid suspicion, being afraid of the very fact that he could read your fears.

"You know I'd never hurt you."

It was less of a question, less of a reassurance and more of a statement.

"I wouldn't hurt you again. I love you so, so much honey."

You whimpered at his words and slowly felt your spirit change.

He'd never hurt you. You loved him. He loved you. You gave yourself to him, became one with him. There's no way he would hurt you now.

"Steve?"

"Yes, princess?"

"My nightmare... was about you." you sniffled.

Steve's hand on your back stilled and you began to squirm a bit. He pulled away from you, his hands traveled up to your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, you're alright. You know that as long as you're good and don't misbehave and continue to love me I'll never hurt you again."

Once again, something that should've been a question, came out as a command. Nonetheless you nodded at his words and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer and hiding your face in his chest. You felt the need to answer his statement as he didn't hold you back.

"I know."

He smiled to himself. And with that he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

"I love you."

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