#Death note fanfic

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Pull Apart My Thin Skin

Rating: Teen And Up Audeinces

Relationship: L/Yagami Light

Summary: “No,” L says simply. “I have only found that being relaxed helps me sleep better, but that is so with most people, and I find it distinctly difficult to identify when I am relaxed, so I am open to any ideas that you may have.”

And — and Light truly takes a moment to comb through the litany of information he has gathered obsessively over the years; hours of clicking through websites, days spent combing through entire sections of libraries, weeks spent in the biology department of his university — the human body, a fascinating organism that produces, creates and reacts from chemicals and environments; fighting foreign substances and fighting itself when it needs to.

The intimate feeling of blood rushing through his wrists and organs sitting in his torso feels heavier than ever. “What about skin to skin contact?”

L stills, locked in motion, face only showing traces of emotion through his eyes slightly cracking wider; an instinctual reaction borne from needing to widen the visual field if the body reacts to something it perceives as dangerous.

(Or, Light’s fascination with the human body and L’s lack of boundaries crash together. Surprisingly, it doesn’t end badly.)

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Shower Slides (L Lawliet)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twelve: Thighjob

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

L usually doesn’t knock before he opens the door. 

But that’s alright. That’s okay. You never really minded. You never really cared to lock anything when you knew it was just you and him alone. And besides, to you, he was always welcomed where you were. Always. But he was also L. You couldn’t deny that. You just couldn’t. That’s why you didn’t have anyone to blame for your current predicament. 

Absolutely no one to blame- except for yourself. 

“Hrrgh…” Your boyfriend’s voice comes out softly from his throat as he moans into your ear. It’s a low sound. A desperate one. A needy one. But it’s not unfamiliar. And certainly not unattractive. It pairs nicely with the way his body molds into yours. It’s just loud enough to be heard over the wild shuffling that happens as he tries to bury his face into your way into your neck. It’s accented with kisses. It’s peppered in little love bites. It’s a gesture that reminds you all too much of clingy L- the one who has tried on many occasions to hold you in an attempt to keep you from leaving his side. But you know the truth here, and the man that you're dealing with right now is not too dissimilar from clingy L. But unfortunately for you…“So soft...like pillows…”

…it’s horny L. Really, really, really horny L. But worse than that?

He’s horny L who currently having a field day with your thighs.

“Baby?” You keep your voice soft as you utter the petname you have for your boyfriend, trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, it seems almost instantly that he must have barely heard it over the sound of his own grunting- if he even heard it at all. And you couldn’t help but wonder if you needed to speak his name louder in order for him to even acknowledge you- much less, break him out of his stupor. But a second later, you feel the grip on your body tighten and an uncharacteristic, displeased, and low sound rumble through his body. You don’t think you’re reaching him anytime soon. But then again, you’re not surprised.

This isn’t the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of the shower. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he walked in on you right as you were getting out of this particular hotel’s shower. He was never really shy about sharing spaces with you. And he adored you too much to let you have too much privacy. He just wanted to be privy to just about every little detail about you there is. But you figured he was just a curious wandering as he opened up the door and walked into the bathroom while you were just stepping out of the shower. You thought he just wanted to gawk and stare and observe you as you began to dry off and perform your aftershower routine. In the way that only L really could.

But he seemed more restless than usual. He didn’t seem too content with leaning with his back against the door and eyeing you down carefully from afar. He didn’t seem too content with just watching you flutter around the bathroom- moving from vanity to shower to where you get you kept all your self-care products and so on. So, he started creeping closer and closer. And at some point, you couldn’t help but notice the distance between you two starting to steadily disappear. Just like you couldn’t help but intentionally turn around every now and give a little swing of your hips. Something to get even a man like L a little excited.

But perhaps you underestimate just how excited he would get just a tad bit too much.

Because all too quickly, the distance between the two of you disappeared completely. You couldn’t help but squeal as you felt him come up behind you and wrap an arm tightly around your midsection. You tried to tell him- you tried to warm him that you’ll only get his clothes soaked and he’ll have to change out of them or deal with sitting in slightly damp clothes. But his breathing started to get heavier. And the way he would rut against your backside became more pronounced. 

And now? You were being pushed into a wall by his lanky, yet strong body. His pants were pooling around his ankles and his boxers were halfway down his legs. Your towel was tossed to the side somewhere far from where you could reach it so he could keep his hands on your hips. His long, dark hair was tickling your throat as he pushed his face against your neck. And his cock- in all its long and leaky and needy glory- was pushing itself through what little space it can find between your thighs. Exactly how he wants it.

“...so soft…” L murmurs- almost like he’s stuck in a trance. You couldn’t see him or his cock from this position. But you could feel the warm, thick thing as it rubbed up against your thighs. And you hear the rustle of his clothes as he moves around, trying to get the best angle possible without actually sticking it in. “...they’re so soft…”

You wondered if you should tell him that he’s allowed to. But then, you wondered if he would even care. He seemed caught up in this particular feeling. He seemed lost in his own mind. Guard down, eyes glazed over, and attention went as he focused on the feeling of his dick being squeezed between two pretty, plush thighs. And unsurprisingly, you couldn’t exactly share in the same feelings to the same intensity. You couldn’t derive as much pleasure as your L did from this position. You just couldn’t. Even though the slow rolls of his hips into your backside mimicked the motion of sex, it was him alone lost in the euphoria of his own creation. It’s not like he was even coherent enough to rub his cock up against your clit or even try to push it inside your lower lips on the occasional.

That said, it’s not that like you weren’t enjoying yourself, of course. Every snap of his hips that sent his cock through your thighs as you squeezed them as tight as you could for him had you moaning softly as well. And who wouldn’t at such an erotic scene? Who wouldn’t want to share in such an intimate moment with their boyfriend? Who wouldn’t want to take advantage of what happens when you have a boyfriend who never knocks. You would be a fool not to. And besides…

…who says this wasn’t all a part of your plan to begin with?

[nic0-r0bs]

The prequel is out!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage Sex Relationships: L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: L (Death Note), Watari | Quillsh Wammy, Wammy's House Character(s) (Death Note) Additional Tags: Backstory, Found Family, Wammy's House (Death Note), Dark Wammy's House (Death Note), Wammy's House Era (Death Note), Angst and Romance, One Shot Collection, Neurodiversity, Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Healing, Consensual Underage Sex, Abusive Parents, Slice of Life, Coming of Age Series: Part 4 of November 8th, 1997 (English) Summary:

‘The name I was given at birth was Nate River. The reason is that I was conceived on 8th November 1997 under a cherry tree by a river. To this day, I am the best detective in the world, and there is no case that I have not solved. Yet, there has always been one mystery I've never been interested in unravelling: the history of my family, my origins. No student at Wammy's House usually cares. Yet some time ago a very simple and frightening thought shook me: it takes a lot of courage to stay alive. And my family history is marked by courage; that is why I consider it worth finding out. This is the story of Angelica, Eraldo, Jelena, Martha and Thomas. Of Anne and Phil. Of Nolan and Freda. Of Quillish. Roger. Bjarne. Of K. And L.’ ‘We are a system of stars and planets gone mad, whirling at breakneck speeds through an infinite and unknown universe. And the only certainty we can anchor ourselves to is each other's presence. We just need to look up to the sky to find ourselves and realise that, after all, we are not really lost.’

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light yagami: the man of denial.

a scene from a gas station au fic i'm making :p

[numbuh424]

new game, same toys

Rated T | 6,556 words | read on AO3

“I’ve been searching for you, Nate River.” Or, a string of heart attacks is traced back to a Shinigami who only wants a bit of L’s attention.

Day 1 of @dnrarepairweek | Prompt: SHINIGAMI

Light is reincarnated as a Shinigami AU. Even without his memories of being human, he finds his way back to settle a score.

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heyy can you write some fluff headcannons stuff about L x fem reader? Whatever you have in mind, thank uuu

“Gently,” L x Fem!Reader

Summary: Some cute gentle headcannons of L and the reader <3

Warnings: None

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Neither of you could explain how you both ended up in the position you were currently in right now but it just randomly happened.

You both sat in your living room, enjoying each other’s company and talked about whatever flowed from each of your mouths. That is until L ended up on the floor before you, his back facing you and his body sitting between your legs as you sat at the edge of the couch.

Your fingers combing through his long dark hair. The tv playing some comedy movie you had put on a while ago but began to talk and focus on each other instead.

Hair ties and hair clips rested on your lap as you started to comb and braid pieces of his hair a specific way. It was a dumb idea that you had brought up but it was a shock when L agreed to let you do it.

The smile on your face, the fits of giggles that escaped your mouth made it all worth it to him. Your laughter filling his ears, making the smile grow on his face.

He could feel your fingers tugging at his hair and doing whatever you wanted with it, making him a little nervous but also excited to see what you ended up coming up with.

The relationship you two shared have only been going on for a little less than a year. It randomly happened one day when you both met inside of a library, seeing you sit in a chair and read a thriller book.

It intrigued him and although he wasn’t the best at talking, he surprisingly had enough courage to walk up and make the first move.

After that the two of you bonded over books and over movies. Then you both found out that even though you were the same, you were also very different.

He was into sweets, you were into salty treats. He was into educational and detective books while you were into thriller and romance books.

Now here you both were.

“Ouch.” L mumbled, feeling the tug on his hair as you continued to braid the small pieces.

“Sorry.” You laughed slightly, the concentration on your face evident as you tried to work with what you were given.

After some time you finished, watching him stand up and the amount of laughter that left your lips as you watched him walk towards the mirror was a great amount.

He stared at himself in the mirror for what seemed like forever. Not only was he in shock with what you had done but he also found it hilarious. Some laughter escaped his mouth at the bright pink hair clips and the fact his hair was brush back from his forehead, exposing his entire face.

“I look ridiculous.” He spoke, turning to face you with a flushed face as if he was almost embarrassed at how funny he looked.

“I think you look like a pretty princess.” You admitted, crossing your arms over your chest in almost a pouty way.

“Thank you.” He stepped over, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

After that, without much thought of how you got there, you both were in the kitchen. His hair still braided and full of bright hair clips while you both started to make cupcakes, a treat he had been asking for all day.

You finally gave in, the both of you making quite a mess on the counters while trying to teach him how to make his own cupcakes so he can stop asking you to make them everyday.

“I know how to make them! I just like it when you make it.” He scoffed, cracking the egg open and letting the insides fall right into the bowl on top of the cupcake mix.

“So you’ve been pretending to not know?” You asked, the memories of him telling you he didn’t know how to make him so you can.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, a cheesy smile appearing on his lips.

“What a little shit.” You laughed, mixing the mix together and sticking your finger in it before rubbing off the mix onto the tip of his nose.

His nose began to scrunch up at the feeling of it while also in shock at the fact you decided to waste some mix just to put on his face.

“What a waste.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes and put another wipe of mix onto his cheek this time.

A sudden dramatic gasp fell from his lips at you wasting even more that could have gone to his precious cupcakes. L decided to lean forehead, pressing a kiss on your lips but only because the mix on his nose smeared against yours.

When he pulled back, he turned his head to rub his cheek on yours, once again smearing the mix on both of your faces. You let out a grunt, trying to pry yourself away from his body.

“Jesus, L!” You said out loud, hearing his small fits of laughter leave his lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t waste it like you. I’ll lick it off.”

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A/N:

Wondering if this is the fluff I had envisioned in my head but we’ll see how it does. It’s also somewhat short so I’m sorry :(

• DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST •

• MAIN MASTERLIST •

[satorusluver]

Matt pining over fellow Wammy kid reader lives rent free in my head.

Matt, who is one of your oldest friends. The two of you stuck to each other like glue through the hell that was growing up at Wammy's House. Even more so after Mello ran way, leaving what had been your (sometimes tumultuous) trio of friendship behind.

Matt, who followed you to America like a lost puppy the moment he graduated from Wammy's because where you are is what feels like home to him. He may have lost out on the L succession, but he wasn't going to lose you too.

Matt, who is more than just your roommate - he's your found family.

Matt, whose smile falters ever so slightly when you tell him he's the closest thing you've ever had to a brother.

Matt, who you suspect has feelings for you that are more than platonic. You have for years now; it's hard to miss the way he looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. But you're both the only constant the other has in this world, and both of you are afraid to take that step and risk losing that bond. So you don't dare ask him, and he doesn't dare tell you - even as the lines between platonic and romantic are slowly becoming blurred.

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I've been turning over a Lawlight fic idea in my mind where L drugs Light with psychedelics to see if it shakes anything loose. He couldn't officially use anything Light said during the experience as evidence, but he figures it could produce some solid leads to follow. (Idea was inspired by this fanart of L).

It is very interesting to me to think about how Light would react to psychedelics. Because, oh, the ways that boy's mind would torture him. All of the shit he represses and suppresses so hard. The guilt he runs away from... building a new world because nowhere in this world is far enough away.

Would that guilt spill out, even during Yotsuba when his memories around the DN are gone? Would he become just a sad, pitiable, scared little boy, asking desperately if he's good? Asking for his dad, his sister, his mom?

But not just the guilt... How would L react if Light started rambling about how much he wanted L to respect him? How much he *wanted* L? How when L said Light was his first real friend, Light felt the same. He doesn't know now why it was so impossible to say it then. Anyway, now that he thinks about it, he's probably in love with L.

Also, him seeing Ryuk around while high as fuck could have some funny possibilities haha. And would the handcuff chain freak him out at some point? Would he start to feel claustrophobic and trapped and beg pathetically for L to take it off?

I'm not sure if the drugging would be something that L would have the task force in on. Needing to convince Soichiro and the others, like with the solitary confinement or handcuffs or fake-execution. Or if L would just do it on his own (with only Watari's knowledge), slipping something into Light's drink one night after they go back to L's room.

Anyway, it's all loose and impressionistic in my mind right now. But I think I might write a one-shot about the scenario, because something about Light fucked up on psychedelics (with L as his fascinated and untrustworthy guide) is irresistible to me haha.

[yujis-world-jjk]

Guys please someone help me find this fic 😭🙏🙏🙏 it's light/kira x reader smut and reader almost outs him as Kira and slips up, so light sorta punishes reader and L watches on the security cams trying to figure out what reader meant when she almost slipped up

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"Linda didn’t know what it was about him that drew her in so much. She barely knew him beyond what she’d observed from a distance, but she wanted to know more about him." From their first awkward interactions at Wammy's House, Linda finds herself inexplicably drawn to Matt, even if she can't quite understand why. Matt, on the other hand, is a puzzle – distant yet kind, aloof yet strangely attentive. When Mello suddenly leaves, Matt's world is shaken, and Linda becomes his unexpected anchor.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63971707

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Matt/Linda Tags: Fluff, Pining, (I think?), Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, First Dates, (it is a date. they just don't know that yet) Words: 3,504

For @dnrarepairweek. Day 3: Fluff, Firsts and Pining (maybe?), the whole package :3

[smallsinger5901]

’oh, i think im gonna read some f/f fics today!’

the options:

Tagged as F/F as well as literally everything else under the sun

f/f ship as a side/implied pairing to the real, male ship

’this can be read as romantic or platonic!-‘

character assassination/wildly ooc

like seriously this is original fiction, who are these people

[0 fics found under filter- F/F]

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Wonder (L)

Kinktober 2023 Day Seventeen: Cockwarming

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You wonder…you wonder if they know. 

With every deep breath you take, you feel it. You know. With every slight shift, you feel it. You know. With every movement he makes- whether it’s his hand playing with the hem of your skirt as you sit snuggly on his lap or him splaying his hand flat against your stomach in an almost possessive way- you feel it. You know. And L of course does too. 

Yet here Matsuda is- standing right next to the two of you while he clicks away at a monitor and pulls up different files and video feeds from the evidence pile.

As if L’s cock wasn’t buried in your warm, wet pussy right now. 

“...but if you look at the camera feed here, you’ll see that the cultists were congregating around-”

  You can hear Matsuda talking. You can see his face lit up by the blue light of the screen, and his excitement grows as he talks about what he was able to deduce from the video footage. But all you can hear is just…just words. Same with Police Chief’s Yagami whispers to his team members. You’d like to think that they’re speaking about how weird it is that L only chooses to sit properly when you’re around. Or how they’re worried about your involvement with the Kira case since you’re a more public figure than L is. You’d like to think that. You’d like to. But…

“Hmmm, that is interesting Matsuda. Looks like you were useful after all.”

All you can focus on is him.

His deep hum right by your ear. The tickle of his breath as he breathes in and breathes out right beside you. And to top it off- the soft way he rolls and jerks his hips into you. Forcing you to shift around. Forcing you to adjust your position. Forcing you to feel it. And to not forget it. Not forget that out of all of the men in the room, there’s one who is completely unashamed to claim you as his own just for the sake of it. Just for his pleasure. 

It makes your face warm up even more just thinking about it. What would the rest of the Japanese Task Force say? What would they do? Hell, what would Light Yagami say? You know L admires him. Sees him as a friend even. But you have enough sense to know what you’re doing right now isn’t going to fly over so easily just because he’s the great and powerful L. Eight wonder of the world. That being said, you probably won’t catch the same amount of flack as he will considering how everyone knows how much he likes to rope you into his stupid ideas and incredulous behavior.

Still, it gets you wondering about things. About just how things would go if someone were to find out that you’re in this room not to help with the case but to be some wet, messy  whore  for the world’s greatest detective while he’s busy at work. In a room full of people. In a room full of strangers. Who have shown you nothing but kindness and bravery and respect since you’ve met them. 

It makes you wonder. And it makes you swallow nervously. Breathe heavily. Adjust your clothes ever so slightly. But worst of all? It makes you squeeze around it. Around him. Just like a wet, messy whore would. In a way that only brings little jolts- little moments of pleasure from all that happening beneath your skirt. It’s too risky to go any further. But you wonder if L knows that. You wonder if L even cares about that. You wonder. You wonder…

In fact, it makes you start to wonder so much and so hard that you don’t even realize the faces that you’re pulling. The flustered expressions that are hidden from everyone based on the way you’re facing. Everyone- except for Matsuda who manages to catch a glimpse of your expression in the reflection of one of the monitors. And before you can even blink- he’s turning around to face you and asking you a question.

“Are you okay? Did you see something?” He says- or at least, that’s what it seems like he said to you. You feel so guilty right now, you can barely listen to a word he says. It’s like an awful feeling is stirring up inside of you as you look into poor, sweet Mastuda’s face and take in his concern. But something is blocking that awful feeling from you having to open your mouth. It’s the same awful feeling that keeps you rooted to L’s lap and very, very quiet while he takes care of business. The same awful feeling that tells you to do the dirtiest of things like opening your legs a little wider or arching your back a little bit more. “Ryuzaki, is something wron-”

So you get the same amount of pleasure from him as he gets from you.

“Everything is fine, ” L answers for you, not even bothering to look back at Matsuda as he addresses him. Instead, you can feel L’s gaze on the side of your face. When you turn your head a little more in his direction, you’re met with the same passive expression on his face as always. But you know different. You know more than anyone else could get from him with one little glance. “Sometimes she gets a little worked up when she’s at work with me. But it’s fine .”

Worked up is an understatement right now. Because right now, your inner walls are fluttering around him. Right now, you’re growing a little too bold and reckless and you’re leaning into the subtle way he’s rolling you back onto his throbbing hard cock. And right now? You can’t even find it in yourself to care just how high L is bunching up the front of your skirt. 

“She can take it. Right?” 

Or the fact that Matsuda just drew a sharp breath at just a fraction of the sight of your parted thighs hiding the very thing that plugged your insides up all nice and full. 

Because right now? You’re only thinking about the thick, creamy white ring you’re probably leaving around his cock- a mess that he might just make you clean up with your tongue later if he gets you alone for long enough. You’re only thinking about when was the last chance he got up and properly  fucked you. And when that next chance will be. Oh, how you wonder. 

“Right…Ryuzaki~ ”

Oh, how you wonder. 

[dukeofdelirium]

A Certain Slant of Light

Chapter Two: overture

pairing: L x Light

word count: 6,123

god help me I just uploaded the second chapter to my DN/lawlight fic 🫡 this chapter killed me btw and I cried real tears trying to write it

fic summary: And he felt, in that fraction of a second, that he’d condemned this man. That he had witnessed his savage ascent, and ripped him cruelly back to the dirt by the chain that had bound them before he could belong to the sky.

It wasn’t a punishment any more than it was a salvation. But if L had to clip his wings, keep him in this state of dullness lest he set himself alight trying to reach the rays of sun, he would.

OR

After Light regains his memories of the Death Note, L gathers enough evidence to arrest him. But instead of sending Light to his executioner, L decides to make a wager.

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guess who made a gas station lawlight fic and started taking it too seriously: A Cotton Candy Shake Up Your Ass -- Chapter 1

Light Yagami learns three things on a Saturday night. Wallets are easy to lose. People are hard to meet. And whatever anyone says: That was not blood on his hands.

[numbuh424]

"this meeting could have been a massacre" on ao3

In which Mikami is late for the Yellow Box Warehouse meeting, and instead of waiting for him the Task Force and SPK decide to go out and have a team lunch.

[homosexualworkaccount]

Pull Apart My Thin Skin

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: L/Yagami Light

Summary: “No,” L says simply. “I have only found that being relaxed helps me sleep better, but that is so with most people, and I find it distinctly difficult to identify when I am relaxed, so I am open to any ideas that you may have.”

And — and Light truly takes a moment to comb through the litany of information he has gathered obsessively over the years; hours of clicking through websites, days spent combing through entire sections of libraries, weeks spent in the biology department of his university — the human body, a fascinating organism that produces, creates and reacts from chemicals and environments; fighting foreign substances and fighting itself when it needs to.

The intimate feeling of blood rushing through his wrists and organs sitting in his torso feels heavier than ever. “What about skin to skin contact?”

L stills, locked in motion, face only showing traces of emotion through his eyes slightly cracking wider; an instinctual reaction borne from needing to widen the visual field if the body reacts to something it perceives as dangerous.

(Or, Light’s fascination with the human body and L’s lack of boundaries crash together. Surprisingly, it doesn’t end badly.)