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mxsinistir · 5 years

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Hookups (Light Yagami x Reader)

a/n) I have never written anything NS*F*W before so hopefully, this turns out decent??

Summary: You and Light used to work on the task force together - you went your own way after L’s death. But five years later, Light is pissed off and he calls you up and tells you he needs to let off steam.

Warnings: sex/mentions of sex, cheating, cursing, OOC!Light, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, you and Light just generally being kinky

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Today was the day Misa had gotten on his last nerve. Work had left him tired as hell and from the moment he stepped through the door that evening -for the first time in a week, might he had - he couldn’t care less about Misa’s feud with Takada or Halle or some other bitch he didn’ t bother to remember the name of.

“Misa, I’ve had a rough day and I’d really just like to get to sleep.” Calling today a “rough day” was a nice way to put what he’d been through. Near and his agents were closing in on him, and Mikami’ s recent lack of communication was becoming steadily more troubling, especially considering that Light’s recent research had confirmed that Near’s agents were far more competent than the Task Force ever was.

“Light, you know I trust you,” Her voice was so high pitched. “But Kiyomi is acting like-”

“Misa, I said I’m tired.” He repeated, just in case the stupid girl didn’t understand the first time. “Please let me get some sleep.” Honestly, he wasn’t even that sleepy; he’d managed to catch a few hours of shut-eye at the office. He’d just rather not talk to his girlfriend.

“Hey, it’s not that late, we can still do plenty~” She had the tone in her voice, and its implications were clear. Light tried to hold his tongue but snapped anyway.

“I am fucking exhausted, do you understand that? I don’ t want to do anything with you.” Misa’s lip started to wobble and Light knew he was in for a fight.

She argued with him that high pitched, squeaky voice. Going on and on about how he was never home, accusing him of actually liking Takada, and saying that he hadn’t been the same lately.

Light half-listened, shooting back arguments at her. She was sobbing, and at one point she collapsed onto her knees. Light looked down at her in disgust - that’s whatever he realized it was best if he just left her there to cry in peace. He made a point of slamming the door as hard as he could behind him before he started walking.

He put his phone to his ear without thinking.

“Light?” Your voice, even over the phone, was music to his ears compared to Misa’s.

“Yoshiyama Hotel. Right now.” He ordered under his breath as he walked towards the inn.

“Really? Now?” You may have sounded hesitant, but he knew you well enough to hear the smirk in your voice.

“Did I stutter?” He said into the phone.

“What should I wear?”

“I don’t give a damn - it’ll be on the floor by the time I’m done with you.” He hung up the phone right after you promised to be there in twenty minutes.

He walked up to the front desk and took a key, texting you the room number. Above that text was a string of half a dozen messages just like it.

You two had met working under L - you’d been an outstanding detective, taking the cases L didn’t. You’d come to his university to investigate L’s Kira suspect. And beyond the investigation, there had been nothing more than a secret kiss on the university campus while L and Misa weren’t there to see.

After that, you’d set your boundaries. You stayed a healthy distance away from each other up until L’s death. You didn’t attend the funeral with him, and when Light had gone back to the building to pick up his belongings, you weren’t there.

You never were one to say goodbye on your way out.

Until five years later, he received from a text from an unknown number.

###: hey it’s (y/n) - is this still Light’s number? Anyway, I’m in Japan and thought you might want to catch up.

He’d confirmed that yes, this was still his number, and he would absolutely like to “catch up”.

Honestly, his intentions had been innocent. He booked a table for two at one of his favorite nearby restaurants and if course hadn’t told Misa or anyone else on the Task Force where he was spending his evening. And there was nothing to tell; you two would meet for dinner, engage in small talk, and you would disappear from his life again.

That’s what it was supposed to be. But then you walked in, and everything changed.

You’d been pretty in Univesity, sure - but surely Light would have noticed if you’d always been this stunning. Had your legs always extended so elegantly from under your skirt? Had your lips always looked so wet and soft? Had your waist always made the hem of your shirt so tempting?

Light shook himself out of it and forced himself to look at your eyes (batting long lashes and all), as you two talked over dinner and wine; the latter must have gotten to his head.

“It’s only eight; want me to book a hotel?” He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he didn’t regret doing so.

“That’s bold.” You smiled cheekily, “Things not going well between you and Misa?”

“Who says Misa has to know?” He placed both hands on your ever-curving hips. You did as he expected - you grinned and left a tip for the waiter as you led him down the dimly-lit street to a nice hotel around the block. The rest was history.

Tonight, however, Light wasn’t in the mood for your games. It had always been his mind that had ensnared his interest, but he’d had enough mind games with Near for the day. Tonight, he needed your skirt and legs and hands.

“She said she’d be twenty minutes.” He snarled aloud to himself, ready to stand up and leave whenever he heard a knocking at her door. He opened it and remembered why you were worth the wait.

“You’re late.” He said disapprovingly. You only smirked.

“Am I?” You sat back on the bed, crossing your ankles. You were wearing a black mini skirt with matching tall boots. You shrugged off a crimson overcoat, and your nearly see-through top confirmed his suspions that you were wearing nothing underneath. “My mistake,”

(smut starts around here - oh man this is gonna be weird to write but ok let's do this)

“Well, you’ll just have to be punished for it.” Light didn’t bother asking how your day was or if he should order food for you too. You both knew the drill, and it didn’t involve anything except Light taking your wrists and putting them over your head with one hand while the other stroked down your curves with a fingernail.

He kissed you roughly - he was pissed off at just about everything in the world and had no intention to playing nicely tonight.

Without warning, his hand plunged into the front of your miniskirt, using his other hand to hook your thigh and pull you entirely onto the bed. Only using one hand quickly threw both of you off balance. You took the opportunity to roll on top of him while he was pushing himself back up. You kissed him to keep him in place while you fought with his belt.

Light wasn’t having that - he flipped back on top, and he did not look happy.

“You don’t get to be in control tonight, (y/n).” You never were, but that obviously didn’t bother Light as he tugged your sheer top over your head. He kissed and nibbled down your now bare collarbone, leaving behind faint yet still very visible pink marks.

While you were intoxicated by Light’s kiss, you didn’t even notice that his hand was reaching behind him until you felt his cold fingers touch the inside of your thigh. You felt him smirk against your lips triumphantly as you squirmed underneath him.

He finally pulled away, both of you out of breath. He didn’t say a word as he took off his belt - though instead of discarding it on the floor the way he’d done with your clothes, he bound your hands above your head to the bed frame. You tested them - you couldn’t move them if you’d wanted to.

He planted hickeys all the way down your stomach until he reached your thigh, his breath warmer and softer near your opening. He held your shins in place as he folded up your skirt, deciding not to take it off - it wasn’t like you were wearing panties underneath anyway. You dd your best to keep from being too noisy, though to no avail.

Light kept his eyes up to watch the way you arched your back, how you fought for the freedom of your hands with no success. He had to admit that Misa was good, but she couldn’t hold a torch to this. Misa could ride him a few times and look damn good while doing it, but whenever he watched the way your back curved and your hips bucked . . . Misa was never that flexible.

He realized he was in trouble as soon as your hands were free - you lunged forward and took clumps of his caramel hair in her fingers and pulled his face closer to her core. He pulled away just moments before you finished, smiling at the obvious disappointment in your face.

“I’m not finished with you yet, don’t worry.” He said, uncurling your legs from around him and unbuckling your boots deliberately.

“Are you mad at Misa?” You said as one boot hit the floor. He glared at you menacingly.

“You do know I’m fucking you to forget my problems for a night, right?” A second boot this the floor - he stood all the way up, towering over you, who was still sitting daintily on the edge of the bed. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “That’s all you’re good for.”

(and here’s where I stop to consider whether or not Light has a daddy kink - I’ve decided he does).

“Then show me, daddy.” That set him off. With you now fully unclothed under him, he grabbed your hand and put them against the hem of his pants. You played with him for a few seconds before pushing them off the edges of his legs. You made just as quick of work with the rest of his clothing.

“Ride my cock, girl.” He commanded you as he stepped back, stepping out of his pants and boxers and watching you slowly do as you were told. He never used your name during your sessions; always woman or girl or some slur. Because when he heard your name, he thought of the elusive detective he’d once worked half a case with and know knew worked as an agent of the SPK. However, the woman underneath him wasn’t her; Light Yagami’mistress was a nameless woman he could use to blow off steam.

But hey, at least he would never make the mistake of calling Misa the wrong name, huh?

“You’re still on the pill, aren’t you?” He confirmed. You nodded fervently, eager to take him. Light noted your neediness and ran his long-fingered hands up your bare sides a few times before nodded, giving you permission to lock your legs around him and show off just what you could do.

When he finished, you laid down next to him. He stood up to wet a towel, wiping himself down and combing his hair back before checking his angles in the mirror to make sure he wouldn’t return home to his loving girlfriend looking too disheveled from his night with his mistress.

“I’ve arranged for you to check out in the morning. I figured you may want to sleep the night here.” He shrugged, steppign back into his clothes before walking back to the door.

“When should I expect you next?” You asked raspily,

“Not important - I call you and you come, understand?”

“Yes sir,”

“God, you’re all such easy sluts.” He scoffed, “You, Misa, Kiyomi - I whistle and you all come running.”

“I’m not the one who has to go home to a loving girlfriend.” You said monotonously, “Or have you proposed to her yet? Maybe you should invite her next time.” You smirked icily.

Light grit his teeth and slammed the door without saying goodnight - he never did.

#light yagami death note #light yagami #death note #light death note #light yagami headcanons #headcanons #imagines #light x reader #light yagami x reader

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asian-hero · 5 years

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Is It Just Me Or Are We Soulmates? -15 (finale)

this is the end. if you want to read this on ao3 then i’ve posted a link before this one :)

if you haven’t read the entire series and want to read it on tumblr then you can type in shance on my blog and you’ll find it

A year later Lance had moved from his tiny apartment to Shiro’s moderately sized house. His lease was about to expire and Shiro had suggested that he move in with them. He joked that he could use an extra pair of hands to help with Misaki. Lance hadn’t even left room for Shiro to breathe before he said yes, quite enthusiastically.

They didn’t necessarily tell Misaki about them, but they didn’t try to hide it from her either. Eventually she understood what they were to each other and even started calling the both of them “dad”. The first time she called Shiro “dad” instead of “uncle Takashi” he started to tear up. He never thought that he’d ever want a kid, but now that he had one, he never wanted to let her go. Hearing her call him “dad” was probably one of the best days of his life, other than Lance forgiving him, and then proceeding to move in with him.

Speaking of Lance, he had gotten a job as a teacher’s aid for elementary school. It was his dream to become a teacher some day, it’s what he went to school for. With that being said, there was little free time that he had to spend with Shiro and Misaki, as he had more work than imaginable. He always made sure that he’d see Misaki at dinner, and tuck her in when Shiro was too busy with his own work. Although he definitely felt tired almost every day, he wouldn’t trade his life for anything in the world.

Both he and Shiro were back on loving terms. It took a month for Lance to finally be comfortable with Shiro again, and the other man was more than willing to wait for him. Lance remembers that everyday he’d wake up to the sound of Shiro knocking on his door, a single rose and coffee in his hand to greet him. After that they’d talk about anything going on in their lives; Shiro would talk about Misaki finally going to school and being extremely excited while Lance would talk about all of the kids in his class and how half of them would grow up to be douchebags. Eventually Lance got comfortable enough to finally do “couple” things: like holding hands, cuddling on the couch, kissing, going on dates. These few months had definitely been some of his favorites.

That’s why when he blew nearly three month’s paycheck on an engagement ring, he wasn’t necessarily upset. Sure, it was a lot of money for a plain gold band, but for Shiro, it was worth it. Sure, he would’ve liked to save that money up for something else, like helping Shiro with the bills, but he was sure that the other man wouldn’t mind if he had to skip a couple of month’s pay. In fact, Lance knew that for a fact, because he had to pester Shiro about helping with the utilities bills, despite Shiro saying that he made enough money for them to live comfortably.

Now here Lance was, currently driving to Misaki’s school, the ring box sitting uncomfortably on his lap, with one hand on the steering wheel while the other one held the box with a death grip. His plan was to pick up Misaki, under the guise of wanting to spend more time with his new family member, then ask her about how she felt about Shiro and him getting married. Of course, it was going to be slightly difficult to explain all of this to a first grader, but hopefully she’d get the gist of it.

Waiting in his car, he felt a smile growing on his face when he saw Misaki running towards his car. Opening the door, she jumped in, a toothy grin plastered onto her face.

“Dad!”

Lance smiled at her, ignoring the erratic beating of his heart at the name. “Hey Misa. How was school?”

As Lance started the car she started going on about meeting new friends and telling them about Japan. occasionally he’d check in the rearview mirror to make sure that she was still buckled in. Shiro would have his head if anything happened to her. Once they were back at their house Lance parked the car and turned around in his seat, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey Misa, can I ask you a question?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically. He took in a deep breath before asking: “How do you feel about me and your dad?”

Misaki tilted her head, almost as if she was thinking. “Happy.”

Lance smiled, feeling the nervousness in the pit of his stomach disappear. “You know how in those princess movies that you watch, the prince and princess always get married?”

She smiled, her lips stretching wide across her face. “The princess always looks so pretty!”

Lance nodded his head, grinning slightly. “Yes, they do. How would you feel if,” He pulled out the box, flipping it open for Misaki to see, “If I asked your dad to marry me?”

Misaki scrunched up her nose for a minute before responding. “Neither of you would wear a princess dress though,”

He laughed, poking her slightly. “You could wear one.”

Her eyes lit up at this notion. She started to bounce in her seat, a gleeful noise coming out of her mouth. “Okay!”

Lance looked at her, a soft smile appearing on his face. He held his finger to his lips, shushing her. “You can’t tell your dad, though. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

She nodded her head, moving her hands to motion her zipping her lips shut. Lance giggled, feeling a new sense of happiness fill him.

Now he was facing the biggest obstacle in his life.

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Lance spent an embarrassing amount of time figuring out how to propose to Shiro. He thought about taking him to a nice restaurant, maybe enjoy a night alone before kneeling down. But the thought of embarrassing himself in front of a bunch of people in the restaurant made him strike that idea off. He also thought about proposing with a scavenger hunt, but he quickly realized that he had no idea of whether Shiro was well versed in traveling through Seattle, so he also took that one off.

Eventually he settled for probably one of the most simple ideas he could’ve come up with: wrapping up the ring box and placing it with the many presents under the Christmas tree. Honestly, Lance would rather be rejected inside of their house rather than in front of hundreds of people.

The entire time he was wrapping the tiny box his hands were shaking. He had to redo it all over again multiple times because it needed to be perfect. The bows that they had stashed away were slightly bigger than the box, making the gift look slightly awkward. After trying to fiddle with it for fifteen minutes, Lance sighed, slapping a gift tag on it and writing Shiro’s name on it.

Finally, on the day of Christmas, Lance was woken by a very giggly girl and an equally giggly man poking at him to get up. He lazily swatted away their hands, opening his eyes slightly.

“Can I help you?”

Shiro smiled at him, shaking his shoulders slightly. “It’s Christmas. Misaki wants to go and open some gifts,”

Lance sighed dramatically, flopping his arms on the bed. After a couple of seconds he sat up, a tired grin resting on his face. “Alright you oversized puppy, let’s go.”

They watched as Misaki ran down the stairs, squealing in delight when she saw the presents under the tree. It took about twenty minutes for her to finish opening up her presents, and once she was done, she immediately went to play with her new toys which included: two new dolls, a gigantic dollhouse, a toy car, and one of those mini toy ovens with plastic food.

Shiro went over to pick up the excess wrapping paper when he noticed one tiny gift left sitting underneath the tree. Picking it up, he noticed his name on the side of it. Looking towards Lance, he pointed at the gift.

“This is for me?”

Lance shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to keep his nerves at bay. “I don’t know. Open it and see what Santa got you.”

Shiro rolled his eyes, setting down the wrapping paper mess for a minute. After carefully peeling off the wrapping paper he looked at the tiny black box in his hands. Opening it slowly, he felt his mouth open, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes.

Lance got up and sat next to him, gently plucking the box out of his hands and getting onto his knee. “Now listen, I know that we’ve never really talked about marriage before, and it’s totally fine if you just want to keep our relationship like this.”

“But I love you so much and I’ve been planning this for a while and I had a whole speech planned but now I can’t seem to remember anything.”

Shiro laughed at this, which caused Lance to smile before continuing. “What I do know is that there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with, and I’m not just saying that because we’re soulmates and you’re kinda stuck with me. You’re the most genuine person that I’ve ever met, and you’re just so kind and caring. I honestly don’t know what I did in a past life to get you, but I know that I’m happier than I’ve ever been before.”

“So what I’m trying to say is: will you marry me?”

Shiro sat there for a while, tears freely flowing down his cheeks. Before Lance could take what he said back Shiro tackled him to the ground, hugging him tightly.

“Of course I’ll marry you!”

Lance wheezed, patting Shiro’s back. “Hey babe, I get you’re happy and all, but I can’t breathe,”

Shiro sat up with a sheepish smile. He gave his hand to Lance, who slid on the ring, silently breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it fit perfectly. Running his finger over it, Lance laughed, resting his head against Shiro’s.

“You know,” he started, a smile on his face, “I always imagined that I’d propose at such a romantic place, with the sunset in view and a planned speech in my mind. I never thought that I’d propose on Christmas morning in the most basic way imaginable.”

Shiro huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Lance felt content. Of course, this was far from what he thought his family would be, but he definitely wouldn’t change it for the world.

And he couldn’t wait to get married to Shiro and live his unusual life.

#shance #takashi shirogane #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #shiro vld #vld lance

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trans-l-lawliet · 6 years

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Can I have some trans mikami headcanons?

First, I am Terribly Sorry to keep you waiting for this. I don’teven know how long it has been, so that means it has been quite a while. I’malso assuming you’re the same pal that asked for that Trans MikaLight, so I decidedto put them together! I don’t know if the wait will be worth it, but I surehope so! Enjoy!

Mikami had always been a solitary child. He had a strong sense ofjustice, and he tried to live his life in the most honest way possible. So,when he realized that he was, in fact, a boy, around age 15, he was completelyhonest with his mother about it. She went to various doctors, and helped himthrough all the process of getting a diagnosis, which he was grateful for. Hismother had always been kind and fair, one of the very few people who was good.

But when he also tried to live his reality at school, that’s whenthe bullying started. The fights, the abuse… He went through some incrediblyrough years. No one stopped the people who kept hurting him; some of hisclassmates supported him, but were too scared to stand up. His conviction aboutthe cruelty of the world completely solidified.

His mother, scared that one day he could get seriously hurt, andrealising that changing schools would give the same results, asked him to tryto live as a girl and start using his deadname again. Mikami, feeling betrayed,got into a big argument with her, and refused to do so. That made him realisethe hardest of truths: he was completely alone; no one was virtuous in thisrotten world.

Shortly after, the accident that ended with his abusers, and his mother’slife, happened. He took it as a sign that maybe Justice was a real force in theworld. That maybe, he could help Justice. That was the pivoting point of hisdecision of becoming public prosecutor.

He fought his way through legal documents to get his legal identityright, through medical procedures that he managed to afford thanks to the lifeinsurance his mother left behind, and worked his hardest in school until hecould study law in Too. He graduated first of his promotion, and shortly after,he managed to become the youngest district attorney that had ever been in thewhole Tokyo prefecture. Very few people in his new job new that he was trans.He knew that, due to the many prejudices existing in Japan about these issues,him being private about it was the best course of action. If anything, Mikamihad always been a pragmatic person.

He noticed the pattern of criminal deaths way before the existenceof Kira was confirmed on the media. After watching the broadcast, he wasecstatic. Finally, Justice decided to show its presence, make itself known tothe world. Of course, his support of Kira was a thing he kept private. That is,until the public opinion started to shift.

When he was chosen by his God, hecried for the first time since his mother’s death. He made the Shinigami’s eyesdeal in a heartbeat, and started to help the glorious mission that Justice hadplanned. He would be Kira’s hands and eyes, and help in building the new world.

The first time he spoke with Kira through the phone, he wassurprised to hear a young man’s voice. His words were clear, precise; his wayof thinking was intelligent and meticulous… everything Mikami admired in aperson, and everything he hoped God to be.

Since he now knew that Kira wasn’t an omnipotent force, Mikamiwondered if he would think differently about him because he was transgender,maybe decide to take the notebook from him. He assumed that, since his God wasa force of good, that was unlikely.

Mikami chose Takada, and everything went down the same way, except,he never went to the bank to kill her. He used one of the sheets he had readyto send her. The SPK never learnt about the false notebook. Light Yagami, Kira,finally won.

When the Task Force and the SPK died, Mikami walked to his God, andwhen their eyes met, they just laughed the tension away. Light advised him togo back to his workplace, since he would have to deal with the police and explainwhy he was the only surviving member of the Task Force. Before leaving, theyexchanged phone numbers, and Teru was instructed to keep executing thejudgements until Light called him.

Light explained everything to the police with tears in his eyes. Hesaid he arrived too late. That Kira was waiting for the Task Force and the SPKto be reunited to strike, unaware that Light was also part of the group. Kirahad won. Politicians were already openly supporting him, and after that strike,it was clear for the heads of the police that they couldn’t keep investigatingany longer. They couldn’t afford to lose more agents to the hands of thekiller. Ryuk once again admired Light’s acting skills.

After waiting for a month, in case some other so-proclaimed L’ssuccessor arose, Light finally contacted Mikami. They went to a fancy restaurant,and discussed what was to come. With Mikami’s eyes, and both him and Lightworking together, judgements could increase in speed, purging the whole worldfrom evil once and for all. Once that was out of the way, and since theirpersonalities clicked so well, they started talking about their lives withoutrealizing. The fact that they were both trans surprised them. Mikami could onlyinterpret this as just further proof that they were destined to meet and punishEvil together.

Without the pressure of an investigation over their heads, Lightfinally allowed himself to relax. He left his relationship with Misa, no reasonto continue that charade, and moved into a small apartment on his own. Dinnersbetween him and Mikami became more and more frequent. He found in theprosecutor all he could admire in a person, and they quickly developed afriendship. Teru, finally seeing the human side of who he considered a God,started to substitute his feelings of religious devotion for a different, moredown-to-earth feelings. He deeply admired Light, and as their friendshipprospered and they saw the results of their work, they both started to see eachother as equals.

None of them weren’t sure when their feelings shifted, but tenmonths after the Warehouse incident, they were walking on the street when asudden storm broke. They found shelter into a roofed alleyway, and in a moment,they were kissing each other passionately.

Both Light and Teru couldn’tremember a single moment that could surpass the happiness they felt after thatday. They were cleaning the world, making it so good people like them wouldnever have to fear what they had to face and witness.

Ryuk almost broke the rules to tellthem that their time together was short. He almost felt sorry for Light as he begged for Teru to come back every night the months that followed the accident. Almost didn’t agree to Light’s request of killing him after he found another person he sent the notebook to so Kira’s judgements wouldn’t die with him.

Almost.

#now i ship this #and i broke my own heart #hope you're happy anon #trans teru mikami #trans light yagami #light yagami #teru mikami #mikalight #ryuk #task force #spk #death note #dn #anon #I know he dies like a week or two after being arrested but #i gave him an extra year #he still made the shinigami deal so I had to kill him

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