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Vampire!Light Yagami X Reader

Warnings: None! (some descriptions of teeth on skin, and hands on skin, but nothing warning worthy)

Word Count: 795

The moonlight shone through the window, thin white curtains doing little to block it out. Wind blew in coldly, a shiver running up your spine. The clouds hovered around the moon, bringing the smell of rain - perhaps snow even - with them. You assumed it would be cold in the days to come, inside and out, but at the moment that didn’t bother you. Not in the slightest.

Not when a pair of hands held your waist tightly, holding you in place. Your hands were wrapped around the head and back of your lover, Light, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. To you, he was perfect. Lovely and charming, and oh so amazing at filling your stomach with butterflies.

To him however, you were so much more. Sure you were lovely and pretty, but you were so, so much more. You were intoxicating. He could smell your blood, its sweet scent corrupting every sense of his, pushing his limits. He loved how your scent burned his nose, filling his mind with the temptation to bite down on your smooth pretty little neck, and he fought to contain himself, to keep his urges under control. But he could only hold back so much.

You gasped at the feeling of his sharp canines on your neck, right at the base of your collar bone. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to break the skin, not even close, but you could feel them pricking your skin, Light’s grip on you tightening. You could feel his fingers pressing crescents into the plush skin of your almost bare hips, and suddenly his weight on you seemed much heavier than before. Your body tensed.

You were scared - no uneasy. You weren’t scared per say, but you knew all that Light was. All that he was capable of. And while you loved him, you couldn’t help the panicky feeling that was quick to spread through your body.

He was a predator. He was a beast made of metal, built to hunt and kill, and although you knew he would never kill you out of choice, you could never be sure of what would happen if he were to lose control of the creature inside him. He felt your tense body and quickly released you. He rolled off the bed, fleeing to the corner of the room. He was shrouded in the shadows, the place in which he stood the only place moonlight couldn’t reach.

His eyes slowly opened, red iris glowing in the dim lighting. You could see the guilt in his eyes, the fear of overstepping a boundary constant in his mind. He knew that you saw him for what he was. A vampire. A creature - a killer.

You bit your lip, guilt filling you up. You hadn’t meant to tense up as bad as you did. You could see light shake his head. “I- I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.. I shouldn’t even be here!” you could hear the turmoil in his voice. “If only you knew what you did to me..” he said, placing his head in his hand. You called his name, once, twice, you voice a soft echo through your room. He looked at you, eyes hard. The soft cherry red of his eyes had shifted into a colder colour, one similar to that of blood. You forced the shiver in your spine to go away.

You softly patted the spot on the bed beside you, your soft silky night shirt flowing around you like water. He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, denying anything he had to say, before patting the bed again. Slowly you could see the human part of him win his mental fight, and he stepped slightly closer to your bed, his eyes on you. They had turned back to the soft colour you adored, the one that had brought you so much comfort.

It was like taming a beast, one that was strong and deadly, one that could kill you, but one that was still weak to the softness of romance, of having someone to care for you. Slowly he crawled onto the bed, moving closer to you, eyes strong and unblinking. He moved his face close to yours, eyes boring into yours. You moved your face closer to his, before pressing your lips softly but firmly against his, his eyes finally closing.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses once again as he had before.

Over the time of knowing Light you grew to understand one thing about him. Vampires were seen as monsters. Predators who would kill everyone for a taste of blood. Light was no monster. At least, not with you.

------"𝔒𝔥, 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔇𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢?"------

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Remember that the author of Death Note drew L as an "ugly and weird" character but he has more bitches than Light? lmao

A DUTY OF CARE.

pairing: nate river/near & gn reader.

word count: 2k

content: talk about marriage, major spoilers for all of death note, food mention, domesticity, hurt/comfort kind of, reader is from wammy's house.

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“I think…” Near ventures one unremarkable afternoon in midwinter, pausing in the middle of a thousand-piece puzzle, “we should get married.”

Your hands pause over the tea kettle. “Um. Near?” you say cautiously, wondering if he’s finally lost his damn mind. “We’re... not together?”

He looks at you; he looks entirely unruffled, considering what he’s just said. Anybody else would be flushed, or avoiding your eye, or fidgeting, but not Near. There’s not a hair out of place. Well, there is, but that’s more in a literal sense, and your fault besides. You’d meant to cut it last weekend, it was creeping past his shoulder blades again.

“Yes we are,” he rebukes quietly, puzzle piece held aloft. “We’re always together. You all but live here now.”

“Yeah, but that’s…” You pinch the bridge of your nose briefly. “It’s different. We’re not, y’know, in love.”

Privately, you used to wonder if Near could even feel things like love. Now - now that you’re older, you realise how stupid that line of inquiry ever was. Near loves. He loves quietly and subtly, and with no thanks to Wammy’s house which squashed every emotion together into ‘bad distracting wrong’ until he couldn’t tell what from what. There’s a helplessness to it, the way he looks to you most of the time to tip him off on what emotion he should be feeling. It’s a mark of the Wammy’s kids you just barely managed to avoid. That inclination towards dispassion. Monotony as comfort.

So yes, Near loves. And after all these years - the meeting, the departure, the loss, and everything after that and everything in between - you’ve come to realise that you’re included in this little exclusive circle, too. It’s gotten pretty quiet these days, though, with the loss of Watari and L, Mello and Matt. It’s really only you and Giavanni and the SPK that recline beneath Near’s watchful eye. And it’s there if you really look for it - in the way his fingers curl briefly in your clothing when you have to leave. In the words that almost leave his lips, the quick glance of silver when his eyes flick to yours. It’s that haunting loneliness, the one you’ve come to recognise in the own lines of your face when you catch it in the mirror.

Near loves you, and he’s loved in return. But it’s not… well, it’s never been…

He tilts his head, mulling this over. “Does that matter?” he asks softly. “Many people get married for other reasons. Money, or power, or appearances.”

“Well, I want to get married to someone I love,” you shrug. “I think.”

“You’ll wait until you retire if you do that,” Near says matter-of-factly, going back to his puzzle. His moon-white hair swings past his ears, obscuring his face from your face, casting his soft features into shadow. “You won’t drag anybody you love into this life.”

You blink. “How - how did you know that?”

“You told the man in the blue tie about it,” he says mildly. “What’s his name? I’ve forgotten.”

“It’s Rin. Were you spying on me?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze; that childish avoidance returns in the subtle hunch of his shoulders, the way his fingers twirl a puzzle piece idly. “I told you I wanted to keep a closer eye on you. Do you think you’ll marry Rin?”

“God, Near…” You heave a deep sigh, rubbing your temple tiredly. “He asked me out for coffee. It’s hardly a proposal. I’m not getting flooded with those, don’t you worry.”

“Not flooded,” he agrees. “You’ve only had one, and you’ve yet to give it an answer."

The kettle clicks. You turn your back, trying to ignore the flutter of your pulse as you pour the two of you drinks. Green tea and honey for yourself, black for Near. He stopped taking sugar when Mello died. Monotony as comfort.

You set the mug on the floor before him, to which he mutters a quiet word of thanks and lifts it to his mouth. His pale, lithe fingers peek out of the gaping sleeves of his shirt, smooth and unshaking. You’ve always envied the reign Near has on his emotions, but sometimes you suspect he envies the manner in which you have no reign on yours at all. They spill out of you like someone’s turned on a faucet, whether you want them to or not. He’ll never have known the freedom of that. He’s been prodded and shaped into filling L’s shoes, no matter what it did to his mind or his soul. It makes you feel desperately sorry for him, but you’d never admit it to him. He’d think you were patronising him. He’s childish like that.

Your tea is too hot to drink, so you set it aside. Near avoids your eye.

“Let me brush your hair,” you offer.

“... It’s alright as it is,” he shifts.

You roll your eyes. “No, it isn’t. Besides, you won’t have another break for days, knowing you. Where’s the brush?”

He scowls, just barely. “Where it always is.”

You smile and get to your feet, heading for the chest of drawers by the television. And, okay, maybe there is a strange sense of domesticity here, with the two of you cross-legged on the tatami mats, sipping tea from mismatched mugs from your own cupboard, a hairbrush having ‘a place where it always is.’ It’s like that brief period in your life where you lived with a roommate, a year or so after you left Wammy’s. It’s certainly nothing like anything you had at that school.

It’s nice. Especially with Near.

Your fingers dance down his parting, separating his hair into halves, and you’re not remiss to the slight shudder that passes through his narrow shoulders at the contact. You work on the bigger knots first, easing them apart with your fingers, and tut. “You shouldn’t let your hair get this long if you’re not gonna take care of it.”

“That’s your job. You’re the caretaker.”

“Caretaker?” you laugh, digging the brush into his scalp. He winces in response, a petulant whine leaving him. “You couldn’t pay me enough to be your caretaker. You’re hopeless. I’m just an idiot with nowhere else to go.”

There’s a brief pause. And then Near speaks again, quieter this time, with a wavering hesitance that makes you think he’s measuring his words. “I’m glad you have nowhere else to go,” he confesses. “I like having you here.”

Your throat sticks. “With you?”

“Where I know you’re safe.”

The brush pauses halfway down his neck, and phantom pain throbs through you. It’s never easy, being reminded how deeply Near feels these things, because it always makes you feel like you don’t do enough for him. But he shies from contact, and words of affirmation seem to do little for him. Maybe just having you here is enough for him. Affection seeps through your chest, sticky and sweet as syrup. Unable to help yourself, you lean your head into the back of his, breathing against the soft, pale locks of hair. He tenses in response, a breath getting caught in his throat, but it’s surely a mark of how much he cares for you that he doesn’t push you off. He simply sits there, stoic, allowing you to get a reign on your feelings.

The two of you exchange pain in this familiar little dance. It's the way it's always been. The day after Matt and Mello left Wammy's, he'd waited until you sat down on the floor beside him and slumped right into your lap. It was the first time he'd ever voluntarily touched you.

And when you were sickly and flushed and riddled with fever, Near had crept into your room, a silent white shadow. He pressed one of his favourite dice into your hands, and it was deliciously cold against your heated palms. He'd sat there for the rest of the night, eyes pale and unblinking, tugging nervously as his shirt, like he was waiting for you to die.

After a minute, you clear your throat and you peel backwards. You resume the monotonous brushing of his hair, sweeping it over his shoulders for easier access. It really is getting long. You’ll have to cut it soon. God, you're actually starting to sound like his caretaker.

Well. Caretakers have a duty of care, don’t they? Your fingers toy with a strand of pale hair, considering. It’s not really that far off.

“Why d’you want to marry me?” you ask, which you feel is a reasonable question. Near shifts.

You half expect him not to answer. For a good minute, he doesn’t; the silence presses in, not uncomfortable, as you work your way slowly through his hair. It’s soft to the touch, because you make sure he washes it semi-regularly, and it smells like standard drugstore soap. All of him smells like this - clean, pressed, all fresh linen and scented laundry detergent and unlabelled soap. At least it’s clean, you reason to yourself. Mello smelled like the acrid curlings of cigarettes and leather and cologne, and Matt was worse. Near is clean in the same way that L was.

Finally, he pries opens his mouth to answer. “I… did all I could to keep everybody alive,” he begins slowly. “Matt and Mello died. L and Watari. Even Kira in the end. I thought if I tried something different to keep you close, it might have a different ending. Is it… really that unreasonable?”

You swallow hard, because, okay, that was maybe the most painful thing he’s ever said. You set the brush down and manoeuvre around him, taking a hold of his hands. He runs freezing cold, always, terrible circulation even from when he was a kid. In the winter, you used to sneak down to the kitchens and fill hot water bottles for him, press them between his sheets. He'd curl into them with shaking, numb fingers, coin-round eyes peering up at you from beneath his pale fringe.

He doesn’t meet your eye now, not even when you curl your fingers around his and encourage it. “Near…”

He clears his throat lightly. “Never mind. Don’t think about it anymore.”

“Hey.” Two fingers on his jaw, tilting his head to look at you. His pale eyelashes flutter in surprise, mouth gently parted as he awaits your response. “I have a duty of care, remember?”

His face twitches. Could be understanding or confusion, but because this is Near you lean toward the former.

“Alright,” you pull in a breath, smiling. “Let’s get married. Why not?”

Near blinks. “What changed your mind?”

“Oh, what always changes my mind?” you laugh. “You, of course. Anyway, it’s like you said - I’d never pull anyone I loved into this life. But you’re already in it. In fact, you’re the centre of it. Nobody’s simultaneously as safe and in as much danger as you are.”

“And that’s somehow better?” he asks dubiously. You roll your eyes.

“You’re gonna have to stop questioning me so much when we’re married,” you chastise.

Near cocks his head. “Ah... I think I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

And then you laugh, mirth bursting from you before you can reign it in, and though Near doesn’t smile, there’s a softening in the lines of his face, a safety, maybe, in the way his eyes relax as they track your expression.

It's not a relationship. Maybe you could call it that to save time, but it's not. But it's something. It's love, in your own ways. It's safety. It's more comfort than you've ever felt with anyone else, and if the price of keeping that was marriage, well...

There were worse people to be married to.

マスターリスト

Started: 10th September 2023

Last update: 5th October 2024

Total works: 80

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♥️: fluff

⚡: angst (my angst are never too violent or sad and they usually have a happy ending)

Sailor Moon

Nothing yet

Inazuma Eleven

Headcanons

With a reader like Roxy (Endou, Gouenji, Kidou, Kazemaru and Fubuki) ♥️

Mermaid Melody

Nothing yet

Hunter x Hunter

Headcanons

Nicknames (Gon, Killua, Kurapika and Leorio) ♥️

Ships

Sweet (KilluGon) ♥️

Nana

Headcanons

Boyfriend headcanons: Shin ♥️, Nobu ♥️, Ren ♥️, Takumi ♥️, Nobu and Shin part 2 ♥️, Yasu ♥️

With a legendary singer who's very connected with her singing partner (Nobu, Shin and Yasu) ♥️

Jealousy (Nobu, Shin, Yasu, Ren and Takumi) ♥️

Cuddling (Nobu, Shin, Yasu, Ren and Takumi) ♥️

With their crush (Nobu, Shin, Yasu, Ren and Takumi) ♥️

Boat's capsizing during your cruise (Nobu, Shin and Yasu) ♥️

With an idol reader (Nana) ♥️

With a professional dancer (Nobu, Shin and Yasu) ♥️

With a J-pop idol reader (Nobu, Shin and Yasu) ♥️

With Nana's younger sibling but totally different from her (1st part) (Shin) ♥️

With a very famous singer and dancer, chill and kinda flirty in public but actually shy and sweet reader (Nobu, Shin, Yasu, Ren and Takumi) ♥️

Scenarios

Wait, you're what?! (2nd part) (Shin) ♥️

Oneshots

Blindness (Takagi Yasushi x reader) ♥️

My Hero Academia

Headcanons

Receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush as thanks (Midoriya, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Tamaki and Hawks) ♥️

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Headcanons

Calling them 'handsome' 1st part (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Genya and Yoriichi) ♥️

Calling them 'handsome' 2nd part (Giyuu, Kyojuro, Sanemi and Muichiro) ♥️

Calling them 'handsome' 3rd part (Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza and Gyutaro) ♥️

With a reader like Stitch (Muzan, Kokushibo and Akaza) ♥️

Calling them by their first name 1st part (Tanjiro, Giyuu, Kyojuro, Sanemi and Muichiro) ♥️

Calling them by their first name 2nd part (Obanai and Tengen) ♥️

Boyfriend headcanons: Muzan ♥️

With a young admirer (Obanai) ♥️

Falling asleep on them (Tanjiro, male Shinobu, male Mitsuri, Kokushibo and Akaza) ♥️

Scenarios

Cheater? (Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza) ♥️⚡

Assassination Classroom

Headcanons

With a VKei singer reader (Karma and Itona) ♥️

Oneshots

Sick (Isogai Yuuma x reader) ♥️

Fullmetal Alchemist

Nothing yet

Haikyuu!!

Headcanons

Break up prank (Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Sawamura, Sugawara and Azumane) ♥️

Getting a girlfriend (Kenma) ♥️

Proposal and marriage (Kenma) ♥️

With a short reader 1st part (Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and Nishinoya) ♥️

With a short reader 2nd part (Oikawa, Kuroo, Lev, Tendou, Goshiki and Atsumu) ♥️

Scenarios

Is that my jersey? (Kageyama, Sugawara, Oikawa, Kenma and Akaashi) ♥️

Akatsuki no Yona

Headcanons

Cupping their cheeks (Kija, Shin-Ah, Jae-Ha and Zeno) ♥️

SFW alphabet: Hak ♥️

Scenarios

Sleeping together 1st part (Kija, Shin-Ah, Jae-Ha and Zeno) ♥️

Sleeping together 2nd part (Hak, Yoon and Soo-Won) ♥️

Oneshots

Together (Shin-Ah x reader) ♥️

You weren't the right one (Hak x reader) ♥️⚡

Yu Yu Hakusho

Headcanons

Calling them 'handsome' (Yusuke, Kazuma, Kurama and Hiei) ♥️

With a reader who thinks they're funny (Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei) ♥️

With a very feminine reader (Yusuke, Kazuma, Kurama, Hiei and Koenma) ♥️

SFW alphabet: Kurama ♥️

Oneshots

Three times (Jin x reader) ♥️

Big proposal (Jin x reader) ♥️

Terrible day... but maybe not that much! (Jin x reader) ♥️

Attack on Titan

Headcanons

With a small reader (Eren, Armin, Levi and Jean) ♥️

Hugging them for the first time (Reiner, Bertholdt, Porko, Zeke, Colt and Falco) ♥️

General headcanons with OCs: 1 ♥️, 2 ♥️, 3 ♥️, 4 ♥️, 5 ♥️, 6 ♥️, 7 ♥️

Sweet domestic life's scene (Eren, Armin, Reiner, Bertholdt and Falco) ♥️

My children are titan shifters?! (Eren, Armin, Reiner, Bertholdt and Falco) ♥️

Kamisama Kiss

Nothing yet

Code Geass

Scenarios

First kiss (Lelouch, Suzaku, male Kallen and male Cornelia) ♥️

Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Headcanons

Finding out their crush is being bullied by their fans (Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Honey and Mori) ♥️

Naruto

Scenarios

First kiss 1st part (Naruto, Sasuke, Sai and Shikamaru) ♥️

First kiss 2nd part (Gaara, Kakashi, Obito and Itachi) ♥️

Oneshots

Forever (Madara x reader) ♥️⚡

I'll always stay with you (Naruto x reader) ♥️⚡

Death Note

Nothing yet

Blue Lock

Headcanons

Dating them includes... (Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Rin and Sae) ♥️

Nanatsu no Taizai

Nothing yet

Jujutsu Kaisen

Headcanons

Being called 'darling' by their crush 1st part (Itadori, Fushiguro, male Nobara, Inumaki and Okkotsu) ♥️

Being called 'darling' by their crush 2nd part (male Maki, male Mai, Gojou and Getou) ♥️

Playing with their hair 1st part (Itadori, Fushiguro, male Nobara, Inumaki and Okkotsu) ♥️

Playing with their hair 2nd part (male Maki, male Mai, Gojou and Getou) ♥️

Oneshots

Cat called? Not when I'm around! (Inumaki x reader) ♥️

Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon

Headcanons

With a sweet, shy and awkward reader who has difficulty communicating (male Miyo, Kiyoka, Kouji, Kazushi and Arata): crush ♥️ and boyfriend headcanons ♥️

Marriage (Arata) ♥️

Children (Arata) ♥️

Pharaoh's Concubine

Nothing yet

Sabaku no Harem

Nothing yet

Death_Note_Masterlist

Rules and other Masterlists

L Lawliet

romantic

none

platonic

none

.

Light Yagami

romantic

none

platonic

none

Hey again girl! So I was wondering if you could do L and Misa from death note dating moodboards? Gotta say they, just started watching death note and I LOVE IT.❤️❤️❤️✨✨

Dating L Lawliet <33

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY L! I LUV U I LUV U I LUV U- 💕 (death note has to be one of my top fav anime’s of all time idc)

Can you do one “dating mello” please?

Dating Mello <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : hopefully this is okay! :3 (…peep dawn and hyuna)

oooh you do death note too? can we have a misa moodboard pretty please?

ps. i feel like you must have an aestheic room cuz you just know what you're doing <3

Dating Misa Amane <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : 0-0 stawp it you’ll make me blush (>/////< " ) that’s such a compliment thank uuu 🥹 <3💕

the person who got me all horny because of his deductive skills and smartness 🥵🤌🏻

﹙dating Light Yagami (Pre!Death Note) )

— ★ his man has a god complex. he sees no one above him. and if he sees a threat to his over achieving ability, he will taken them out immediately.

— ★ now let’s give a plot. your school had given the opportunity for 5 students to experience education in different countries for an experiment to see with countries have better education.

— ★ you had gotten Japan. you weren’t too psyched about it but it was a new scene for you to see. you were quickly accepted into Daikoku Private Academy. your grades and test score defended your intelligence beautifully. you exceeded have the academy in their eyes. and that ticked Light off.

— ★ he was supposed to be the golden student; not some random exchange student! Light didn’t appreciate being lesser than another.

— ★ he quickly came up with a plan. Japan talks. any rumors in a city spreads like wildfire. he would make you an outcast, forcing you to leave Japan and giving him back the title of a golden student.

— ★ but your aura couldn’t make him damage you in anyway. you were fiesty, humorous, and too intelligent for any harm to be done to you. there was an invisible gravitational pull between you two that was getting heavier on his end.

— ★ but his opportunist way had gotten the best of him. he saw you as leverage to better his reputation. you were popular. he was popular. popular + popular = power. he craved power.

— ★ “hey, you’re [ name ], right?” Light stands in front of you, hands in his pocket with a warm smile on his face. “i’m Light Yag—” you interrupt him, “Light Yagami. the school’s over achiever.” ‘who does this girl think she is?’ Light takes a breath, gathering his sweet boy persona back. “i heard that you’re the exchange student from [ your country ]. i’ve never been there. is it nice?”

— ★ he’s a sociopath. he craves validation from people. he’d say anything under the sun to have someone like him. just for them to be an asset for his path of success.

— ★ months after talking to you, he grew fond of your presence. you were the only person that had the courage to speak to him first. the both of you shared a lot on interests. his fondness turned into love. he finally looked past his pride and courted you.

𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

— ★ getting the plot out of the way, let’s list the way he treats you.

— ★ if you think he treats you differently than he did Misa…you’re somewhat right. he’s more considerate with you. he has problems or making big deals of one of your small mistakes, making you feel like shit after he’s had his fill on chastising you.

— ★ whenever you have those “i don’t like when you do this” moments, he somehow turns it on you. “you’re the problem.” “you’re too sensitive and you need to get over it.” “if you loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to change my ways.” the king of gaslighting.

— ★ if you want lighthearted headcanons, he rushes to get you to meet his family. his family is a huge part in his life though he may not show it. now that you’ve taken another piece in his life, it’s only right to have you meet them.

— ★ before he courted you, he used to daydream his future with you. little children running around your house. the wedding the both of you would have. it helped him sleep better at night.

— ★ he planned your first date to perfection. and, his reputation to the public was a big deal to him. having a bad date on his account wasn’t something he wanted. if you were someone random, he wouldn’t go this far. he had paid the waiter extra to not even look at you for too long. he reserved a secluded table from the rest of the restaurant with a beautiful scenery of the night in Japan.

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

— ★ if you didn’t know by now, he’d a dom. won’t never be submissive. he hates being emasculated by any means. but you aren’t complaining.

— ★ he knows what he’s doing. though he was a virgin when you two had met, he was naturally gifted in sex.

— ★ he’s skilled with his fingers. if you were needy while he was studying, he would sit you on his lap, hands stuffed in your pants and would make you release on his fingers until you would pass out. and to get you closer to the edge, he would kiss behind you ear, whispering sweet nothings to you.

— ★ missionary or doggy strictly. i picture him as a boobs man. in missionary, he would pinch your nipples, or bend down to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud.

— ★ in doggy, i feel like he would start on all four then turn to your bare back on his cheek, his large hands kneading your breasts.

— ★ the moment you’ve been waiting for (just me), he is a munch. his sex drive isn’t that high due to the fact that his main focus is his studies. but some days, he would love to be smothered in your thigh, his lower face glistening in your juices.

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Russian Roulette.

Yan L x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You decide to test your luck while it still lasts, as small as it is. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, past stalking, kidnapping, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1.1k.

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“Hmm… why do you want me to do that, exactly?” The response is much longer than a simple okay or sure or no, but the question was what you expected to be in the realm of absolute possibility. You have given L too little credit in the past, when you first woke up here, thinking that he can shut himself up and go back to whatever he usually does, like eating cake or watching the same footage of you in your home for the tenth time that week. 

You can work with this.

“It’s not like you have given me much else to do.” You say, not biting your tongue this time around, the bitterness in your voice coinciding with the box of sour fruit gummies on the other side of the table, with the artificial sweetness in L’s tone. “Plus if you want to treat me as well as you say you want to, you would oblige the simple request of playing a game with your favorite captive.”

His eyebrow raises at the last word that slipped out of your mouth, not out of guilt or shame or fear that your reality has punched him straight in the face, but out of just… curiosity.

“What if I don’t?” He smirks, looking up at you. “You did just rudely rush in here stomping and making demands… not exactly the behavior I would think of when I hear the word captive.”

“I’m going insane.” You say, glaring down at him, your fists curled so deeply into your pajama pants that you swore that they would break. 

He chuckles, and it feels like the messy hair covering your angry face has just gotten even more disheveled. 

“I jest, I jest… fine… I’ll play with my favorite captive.”

It feels like this weight has just been lifted off of your head, but the one in your heart remains.

“No need to be so… tangled up.” He says the pun naturally, popping in a few more pieces of the neon candy. 

You start grumbling curses under your breath as if he did reject your proposal. He didn’t though. He didn’t, so you’ll play by his much longer game for a bit more before you struggle yet again.

“Not funny.”

There are only six pieces of candy left in the yellow box, each one a different color.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks, slouching forward instead of backward this time around and crossing his legs. “Go get your… game.”

You scoff and race off to L’s bedroom, putting your knees next to the mattress that is on the opposite side of L’s bed. Under your pillow are the six red plastic cups you stole from the cupboard last night, along with a chocolate egg still in its packaging, something you got from L after threatening to jump on your mattress until the few trinkets he got for you would fall on the floor and break. You won for once, in the end, but that condescending look he had while giving it to you makes you want to kick him in the groin again. 

It is the same look he has when you return to him, tail tucked between your legs as you set up the cups and the chocolate egg on the table. The box of candy is empty now. How in the hell does he not get so many cavities?

“Alright then, explain the rules.” He raises his arms to the ceiling and yawns loudly, obnoxiously. 

You sit down on the opposite side of the table. Your posture is much more restrained than his, he notes. Your hands are on your lap and your back is straight. You still don’t know how to relax. A symptom of being raised in high society.

“It’s a game I used to play with the younger servants when I was little.” You explain. Thinking of the past brings back unwanted feelings, but thinking of the present does the same. You have never experienced true freedom, but at least here you can speak your mind and your emotions. God, maybe you are going insane, being… thankful to him, your captor. “Someone guesses which cup has the object underneath. If they win, they get to ask a question to the person who scrambled the cups. If they lose, the person who scrambled the cups gets to ask the question.”

The image of a smaller you playing with porcelain cups and a ring, perhaps your mother’s, as the servants look confused makes L laugh softly. How cute.

“I’ll go first.” You insist, putting the chocolate egg under one of the cups and swiftly moving them around. “Okay. Go on. Don’t take your time.”

“Alright.”

L’s pointed finger moves slowly to the cup in the middle.

“If I remember correctly, it is this one, isn’t it?” He asks. “Right?”

That smile of yours makes choosing the wrong cup on purpose makes it worth it in L’s eyes. 

“Nope.” You lift the one farthest to L’s left and your right. The chocolate egg is there, untouched.

He doesn’t pretend to be surprised, instead still smiling. You do the same, albeit unknowingly.

“Alright, my turn now.” You didn’t even get to ask him a question, but you are too deep in your pride to care about it right now. You won against L for once. You’re proud. It’s cute.

One by one, you slide the cups and the chocolate egg over. You’re confident, it would appear. 

How cute.

He puts one cup over the chocolate egg and moves all of them around, much faster than you did your turn. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to concentrate. 

He stops moving them, and it feels like the weight on your heart becomes even heavier.

Your pointer finger shakes as you move it to the cup in the center, silent.

L shakes his head.

“Nope.” He says, the word mocking yours.

His right elbow rests on the corner of the table, his palm cradling his chin as he looks on, to the shakingness of your breath, to the way your folded hands tremble. 

The air feels thick, and you don’t even know why. Or do you?

“You already know what I am going to ask you, aren’t you?” The question is longer than anticipated. 

“N-No.” You stutter.

“Oh?” The sound feels like a stab to the heart or a punch in the face. “That’s fine, I guess.”

He leans in. Closer and closer. You back away, but not enough to not smell how sugary his breath is. 

“There is a knife missing from the knife drawer. Where is it?” 

You didn’t win against L, you say to yourself. He won.

“...Underneath my pillow.”

My Beacon of Light | L Lawliet x F!Reader

I really need this right now. I planned for more fluff yesterday, considering yesterday was my birthday. But, instead something happened and I needed this.

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Content: Female reader

Warnings: Brief mention of some kind of trauma regarding your father

Notes: Established, but hidden relationship.

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L doesn't have a lot of social awareness. Watari made that much very clear. But, his observancy skills are impeccable. He can spot the signs almost immediately - how her eyes wouldn't meet his, how you'd wrung your hands together, how quiet you'd been, reserved, closed off and sitting farther away from everyone else.

L wondered if you'd pick up on his awareness. Something was happening, and you weren't okay. However, he was smart enough to keep quiet until the two of you had been alone. He'd asked you to stay back to go over some documents.

"Your fresh and rested eyes will be able to spot anything I may have missed." L spoke in a serious tone.

Matsuda, ever the sweetheart, asked if you'd like him to wait for you so he could make sure you got home safe. Before you could answer, L spoke up for you.

"That wont be necessary, Matsuda. If it gets too late, she'll just spend the night here."

"Oh, okay." He nods, mumbling as he leaves. "Matsuda...?"

As soon as the door closed, L pat his hand against the cushion next to him. You sat, looking at him expectantly. Instead of him talking to you about the Kira case, his hand slowly slid into yours.

"What's the matter, love?" His tone was notably softer, and filled with concern.

L had been worried about the task force knowing about your relationship. Instead, he made a story about how you're Watari's neice from a foreign country, and was only here to help. He also went through the trouble of creating an alias for you.

Sighing softly, you squeezed his hand, leaning on his shoulder. "Ryuzaki-"

"Please, we're alone now, (Y/n)."

Nodding, you continue. "...'m been having nightmares again, L."

"About your father?" He asks.

You nod, keeping your stinging eyes on the computer instead of him. He brings his other hand up, keeping his arm draped over his bent knees, thumbing your cheek gently. "Love? You can talk to me."

After a few minutes of hesitation, you sigh. "Can I just...sit here for a minute? I need to gather my thoughts, L."

He nods. "I understand. Take all the time you need. You know I wont go anywhere."

If this were the first time he'd learned about your trauma responses, he would've awkwardly sat there while he watched you weirdly. Luckily, with time and communication, he now knows what to do and what to look for.

Eventually, you tell him about what's going on, context and all. L listens intently, for once not focused on the case at all. He nods along, showing that he's listening. When he's done, he squeezes your hand again.

"Do you want advice, silence, or sweets?"

This time, you answer readily. "...sweets, please."

L nods and lets go temporarily, reaching forward to grab a slice of cake. He watches you eat it, then leans over to steal a bite. "Mmh, tastes good. Is it sufficient?"

You stare at him in slight shock, then you begin to laugh.

"Hm? Why're you laughing? Have I...ruined the moment?"

“No, no.” You waved off. “I just didn’t expect you to take a bite as I was eating.”

L quirked a brow. “I’m not quite sure how that’s funn-“

But you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you placed the plate down and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to your chest, pressing a kiss to his temple. He relaxed in your embrace, relieved that you didn’t seem to be as upset anymore.

“Have I told you I love you today?” L pipes up.

“Just now.”

“I love you.” He looks up at you with his usual wide eyes, but they’re full of affection.

“I love you too, L.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you.”

Comforting Touches | L x Fem!Reader | Comfort

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Content: Female reader, written in the second person.

Warnings: Brief mention about potential mommy issues (I'm projecting lol)

Notes: It can be seen as a part 2 to this. I also just needed to comfort myself.

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It was happening again. L could see your demeanor growing weak. Unfortunately, he was more tired now than the last time he had seen your depressive episode. His eyes stinging from the screen, head barely being able to be kept up.

Seeing L's state, you mustered your own social courage to address the task force. "Alright, we should call it a night. Everyone go home and get some rest, spend time with your families."

You specifically eyed Aizawa, Soichiro and his son Light.

The men all nodded, packed up their stuff, and left for the night. L sighed and visibly struggled to keep his eyes open. You leaned over the chair, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

"C'mon, hon, I'll help you to bed."

Knowing he had no choice, L nodded and got up, leaning on you as you went. L collapsed on the bed - he'd been up for almost six days. L kept his eyes closed as he heard you walk about, going through your nightly routine.

L heard you stop, sigh, and get into the bed next to him. He threw an arm over you and nuzzled into your neck.

"Oh. I thought you'd fallen asleep already."

"Mmh, no. Not yet." L yawned. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I caught it so late."

"Caught what?"

"Your episode. I've noticed you've been getting sad again."

"Oh...yeah." You'd muttered quietly, bringing one of your hands up to play with his hair. "Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be fine."

L shook his head and looked up at you. "Talk to me. Please."

You both stared at each other before giving in to your boyfriend's wish. "...alright."

You'd told him about your troubles with your mother recently. L listened as intently as he could. He hummed and nuzzled back into your neck again.

"I dunno how to help you...I never actually had a parent to do these things..."

"I know, Lawliet...jus' want you to hold me, okay?" You squeezed him close to you for a second.

L nodded wordlessly. Usually he hated when you'd call him 'Lawliet,' for alias reasons. But he was too tired to argue now, and he also wanted you to feel better.

So, he settled for wrapping his slim arms around you, falling asleep partially on top of you, trying to plan out how he could make you feel better in the morning.

Hi, how are u? <3

I was wondering if it was okay to request a Mello x fem reader smut? Just an established relationship thing where the reader is Mello’s live-in girlfriend and submissive, and she’s been demanding a lot of attention lately, which annoys him since he just has a lot of work to do. But when he sees how frustrated she gets from not being fucked, he decides to give her what she wants in the roughest way possible. You can include whatever sex act you’re most comfortable with, I’d just like it to have lots of slut-shaming/degradation, and I prefer if Mello is trans and uses a strap-on or other toy :) tyvm!

Hi!! I'm getting better, I got burnt out for a bit there and blanked on almost all of my requests. But, I'm in college now, and I'm writing this to destress lol

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Content: Trans!Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content. Minors, DNI. Slut shaming, degradation, Mello being a bitch and calling you a bitch, hand around your throat but not actually choking you.

Notes: My first Mello smut!!! Also, we stan trans Mello in this house. Please don't tell me you can tell I don't know how strap-on sex works-

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You huff, slumping against the couch with your arms crossed. Mello was on his fifth damn call of the day, going back and forth, trying to figure out someone's schedule or some shit. Matt relentlessly mashed the buttons on his controller next to you. You didn't care what he was playing - you didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Right. Understood." Mello spoke his farewells to one of his "colleagues" before hanging up.

Perking up, you look over as he walks into the room. "Mel, can we-"

"No, not now." Mello walked right past you and into the kitchen. "I'm just getting water then going back to work."

You pouted and sighed. "But Mello, we haven't spent any time together in weeks!"

"Calm your shit. I have a lot of work to do and no time for you." Mello spoke harshly before chugging his water.

"Ouch!" Matt chuckled.

You hit the brunette on the head before turning back to the blonde. "But-"

"No fucking buts, (Y/n). I already told you everything I needed to say." Mello sneered, continuing to drink some water.

You scoffed before turning around and "watching" Matt play whatever stupid game he was on. Mello then walked closer to the couch.

"Hey, Matt, c'mon. We gotta go." Mello nudged his brother.

"Yup." Matt then saved his game and turned off the console in no less than a minute, standing to walk with the blonde to the door.

"Wait! I thought you had work!"

"This is work." Mello spoke without so much of a glance towards you.

Then, the brothers left. Huffing again, you felt tears pricking your eyes. This is how it's been lately, Mello brushing you off. At night he goes to sleep after you, and wakes up before you. His work is taking everything over, and he never even so much as touches you anymore.

No matter how much you beg.

Whining to yourself, you surmised that Mello wouldn't be home for a while. The time read 9:04 pm, and he most likely wouldn't be home until 2 am. Huffing once more, you just opted to turn off the lights and turn in for the night. What was another night without Mello...?

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Fucking torturous. Your lower half was bare as you groud your pussy into Mello's pillow. The ridges hit just right against your clit, but it wasn't doing the trick. No matter how much time passed, your body seemed to involuntarily edge itself. Only Mello could do the trick anymore.

And with the past few weeks being like they have, you weren't sure if Mello would ever touch you again.

Trying to go at it again, you could feel heat bubbling up in your lower stomach once more, but it was more painful. 'How long have I been doing this?'

You hadn't been watching the time. Mello had come home, albeit earlier than expected. Matt went straight to bed, tired after driving all night long. Mello, having to chase someone down and get in a few fights, was also admittedly tired. Going to open his bedroomm door that he shared with you, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight.

You, furiously riding his pillow. But, of course you couldn't reach your high, and your hips stopped moving. Sighing to yourself, you took the pillow out from under you and placed it back on Mello's side of the bed.

"Just fuckin' forget it...he wont touch me anyway..."

"No no, baby." Mello spoke. "Keep goin' for me."

Turning, you saw your beloved blonde. "And why should I? You wont give me any fucking attention!"

"I've been busy."

"And I still make time for you when I'm busy! Especially for your damn needs." You glared at him.

Mello took in your figure. Hair disheveled, eyes narrowed, face red with frustration, his shirt covering your torso, and thighs slightly coated in your sweat and slick. The dim lighting seemed to help set the mood, making every part of you seem sexier.

Biting his lip and throwing his jacket off, he approached the bed. "Yeah? Fine, then, you fuckin' slut. I'll give you what you want."

Mello crashes his lips on yours, climbing over you and pressing you into the bed. He moulds his lips over yours, running one of his hands over your breasts.

"Mmh, no bra?" Mello chuckles as he tweaks your nippe through your shirt. "Of course you would."

"What's- mmh- that supposed to mean?" You asked between kisses.

"It means you're a fucking slut." Mello kisses you again. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Swirling his tongue around and battling with your own, he slides his hand under your shirt to grope at your chest and pull at your nipples. You moan into the kiss and twist around, loving the pleasure as a result of his hands.

Mello's other hand dipped between your legs to drag up and down against your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, accidentally breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah you fuckin' like that? Of course you fuckin' do." Mello spits out, watching your face contort into pleasure. "Always demanding my fuckin' attention. Don't you know when to quit?!"

Mello's fingers work faster against your clit, building your orgasm higher and higher. Your speech reduced to moans and mumbles, Mello laughs in your face.

"Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a bitch in heat. What a fuckin' slut for me."

"Y-Yes, Mello! O-only for you!"

"Only for me?" Mello grins, slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" You grab his wrist, trying to grind against his fingers faster.

That caused Mello to stop. "Nuh uh. Good girls are patient. You're not a good girl."

"Yes! Yes I am! I promise I-"

Mello wrapped a hand around your throat, but being careful not to squeeze. "Shut up."

His tongue was inside your mouth again, swirling around. You whined into the kiss, pawing at his clothes.

"The fuck do you want now, slut?"

You whined, pawing at his pants. Mello made a grunt in response.

"You sure you deserve it? You've been a bad girl."

"I want it! Please, Mello!"

Mello slowly slid his hand off of your throat. Thinking to himself for a moment, he finally huffed, returning his hand to your throat, once more not squeezing.

"Fuckin' beg, like the bitch you are."

"Please! Oh, please, Mello! I want it- no, I need it! I wanna cum, and only you can make that happen! Please, please, I wont beg for your attention anymore, I'll be good! I'll be a good girl, just please-!"

Mello leaned back and moved to open one of the drawers in his nightstand. Pulling out the strap, he laid it on the bed before unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"Since you begged so nicely..." Mello situated the strap on his hips. "I suppose I can give you this."

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning forward so the tip of the strap on touched your entrance. The other leg laid flat so he had something to grind on.

"Are you ready?"

All you could do was meekly nod. Mello pushed in, not giving you time to adjust as he set a faster, rough pace. Gripping your hips to pull you in closer, the rocking motion of him against your leg stimulated his own clit.

Both of your moans mixing together and bouncing off the wall, skin smacking against skin, the feel of him rapidly moving in and out of you, it almost became too much.

"Mel-lo! Slow d-down!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mello moaned. "You wanted it, and I'm- ah!- giving it to you!"

Leaning forward more, Mello's moans grew louder than yours, finding he had more stimulation this way, and the dildo seemed to thrust deeper inside of you. Clawing at Mello's back, you moaned and whined for him, begging him to let you cum.

"Mello! Mel! Ple-please! Please make me cum! Please! Oh~!"

Mello panted between his own moans. "Look at me when you cum. Fuckin' look at me!"

Mello grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes as he picked up his already impossible pace. "Let go, let go, cum for me. Cum for me, slut. My slut! Ah~!"

The coil kept wrapping tighter and tighter and tighter, Mello moving his free hand to furiously thumb your clit. Letting out a final scream, the coil burst, and Mello drank in your post-orgasmic state. Grinning down at you as you came all over the dildo, he continued to thrust, grinding himself on your thigh.

"M-Mello...! T-too much!"

"Shut it." Mello whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he furiously ground his clit against your thigh, resulting in the dildo furiously pounding in and out of you.

"M-Mello!"

Clawing at his back again, the coil started to build up again. Mello bit your neck and gripped your sides as he neared his orgasm, trying to silence his moans.

"Me-Mello, I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I know, me too...!" Mello panted, keeping his pace.

Pushing your leg back as far as it could go, he pounded into your pussy, thumbed your clit once more, while furiously grinding his own clit against your thigh.

Finally, you both came together with a loud scream of each other's names. You felt lightheaded as he slowed to a stop, but also fulfilled. Both of you panted and gently let go of each other, Mello slowly pulling out and pulling off the strap.

Lazily dropping it on the ground, making you laugh, he opted to just lay on top of you.

"That was...ah..." Mello spoke.

"I...I'm sorry f-"

"Nah. Don't even. I was pent up, too." Mello panted. "You're fine, baby."

Mello gave you a kiss before playing with your hair, returning his face to your neck. Letting out one last sigh before nuzzling into your boyfriends embrace, you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Next time, shut the goddamn door!" Matt yelled from down the hall.

Ayo was something like this ever made cuz I need

Imagine Light’s younger sister! reader (who’s 20+ btw) not knowing anything abt the investigation or knowing their entire house was bugged, or that the dark haired mysterious coworker of her father’s is currently watching her intently through a hidden camera stroking her clit while moaning his (fake) name that he had introduced himself as…it becomes routine almost, watching you fuck your fingers to him, maybe even breaking out that “personal massager” your parents knew nothing about if you felt particularly indulgent that day, he wonders how you’d like it if he broke in your virgin pussy by spearing you with his cock.

If someone doesn’t write this then I will! I procrastinate though!

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◆Mello Keehl

⇝Brat taming with Fem!Reader

⇝"Sit on my face"

◆Various Characters

⇝Reacting to their S/O squirting | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝When their S/O is cold | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝When you fake an orgasm | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝Telling them "I hate you" while being intimate | Light & L & Near & Mello & Matsuda

⇝Giving them head | Mello

⇝Going down on you | Mello & Light

⇝Feeling sore the morning after | Mello & Light

⇝Sitting on their lap | Mello

⇝Sitting on their face | Mello & Light & Matt & Matsuda

⇝Messing up his meeting with your dad | Mello

⇝Needy, needy boys | Mello

⇝Eating your snacks | Light & Mello & L

To be added...

"Do you need to use your safe word, Darling?"

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess"

Fandom: Death Note

Pairings: Mello X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hello!! Can I request prompt “Do you need to use your safe word, darling?” With Mello pls?🤭" " I have spawned in here to request prompt 12 with mello😼" ◜By two lovely anons!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Short Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Cussing, Brat taming, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mello, Pet names (Darling, Slut, Princess, etc), Degrading, Dirty talk, Mello being a tease, Vaginal sex, Oral (Giving), Rough sex, Mating press position, FILTH overall, MDNI

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: Both of you didn't mention anything about reader's gender so I went with Female reader, and I also combined both requests, hope that's ok :)

When you thought about testing Mello, this wasn't exactly what you were thinking.

It was supposed to be a stupid joke, a sarcastic one you would say; but still, a joke. When he came home today, exhausted and out of breath, he wasn't expecting you to give him shit about it. Sure; it was nearly 4 am but, so what? You're not his mom alright? He never had one actually, which was probably the reason why he was so on guarded when discussing this matter.

He wasn't used to people actually caring about him.

"I don't fucking understand! Why the fuck are you arguing with me?" Mello hissed, taking the last bite of his caramel flavored chocolate as he stared into your eyes. The click sounds of the chocolate being destroyed by his teeth kinda distracted you, but it was also turning you on at the same time.

Not that you were going to admit it. Definitely not at this moment.

"Because you're not supposed to stay outside wandering in the streets while I'm here worried sick; dying to get a reply from you!"

"Why not?! I'm a fucking adult now! I waited all these years to turn 18 and get out of that orphanage, I won't let you control me and tell me what to do!"

God this was so stupid! You had enough of this! You loved this jackass! It was enough that you knew he was about to die any moment due to him working on the Kira case, but this? It was too much.

Too much for a normal girl like you.

"You know what? I wanna break up" you blurted out, without thinking about how many times you brought the topic up. Mello simply rolled his eyes at your words, thinking how long is it gonna take for you to find out that you are never getting away from him.

"Oh? Why is it this time?"

"This time? Oh! It's actually for the same reason! You, Mello! I love you too much! Too much that I can't stand this! This is... hard for me! You're always outside, you never give me any attention; You're not even capable of satisfying me in bed!"

Oops.

"What?" His carefree tune was replaced with a harsh one, and his sharp gaze fixated on you was a manifest sign, implying to take your words back, but today you felt a bit perkier than usual, so you decided to put yourself on a knife-edge.

"What? You've gone deaf or something?" you said bluntly, but not enough to stop yourself from avoiding his stare. You knew you didn't mean any of these, but maybe you were being too easy on him, always leaving the conversation undone because he was too tired or had work to do.

"The bedroom. Now"

This tune. This serious tune of his was something you were craving for ages. It reminded you of your first hook up together when you met in a bar. How he fucked you like the good girl you were, doming you until you were sobbing for him to let you come. That night was...crazy; and seemed like tonight was going to be similar to that, or even crazier.

You nodded with obedience, heading to the bedroom as your legs trembled with excitement. It had been a while since you two had sex and this looked like a good start; right?

"Kneel" He ordered you, caressing your bottom lip as you obeyed him docilely. His thump slowly rubbed the sensitive skin, pushing them open to make room for his digit to slip inside your wet mouth.

"Good girl. I like it when you're this obedient" The grin on his face was sending shivers down your spin, releasing all the negative thoughts you were surrounded with earlier that day. He was fine, he looked fine; maybe you were a bit overreacting.

And maybe you crossed one important line of his.

"But sometimes... Sometimes you seem to forget your place" his thumb slowly exited your mouth. "But no worries for that, doll. I mean, that's why I'm here right? To remind you where you belong to"

If it was any other day you would've talked back to him, but tonight he just looked so majestic as you were watching him from below that you couldn't bring yourself to mutter a word.

Watching you looking at him with lust in your eyes, Mello just knew that your head was already filled with dirty fantasies of him bending you on his lap leaving hand prints on your skin, and maybe he was willing to make those dreams come true, but first he had other plans on his mind.

"Say, how about we have a challenge? Let's see who can last longer in this game, hm? You in?"

Well, how could you say no to this tempting offer?

Seeing the sign of approval on your face, Mello reached for his belt to get rid of all the clothes keeping you from having access to his big cock. You knew what he was after, so you lent him a hand by unzipping his pants and pulling them down to meet a erected dick hanging out in front of you, ready to feel your mouth around it.

Turning your look back to Mello, you started lightly stroking his dick with your warm hand, causing him to take a heavy breath and watch you with hidden desperation in his eyes. A small grin found its way to your lips before they crashed on his dick, making him lightly pant at the sudden arrival of pleasure. Your blowjobs were always a nice treat, so you wouldn't really blame him if he came after a while; right?

Or that's just what you were thinking at the moment.

Without wasting a second, you started bobbing your head back and forth on his length, with an unbelievably fast pace like you're life depended on it. You could already taste his precum leaking from the tip of his dick, which was definitely a good sign, and so were his grip on your hair. His sex was so warm yet so big to enjoy the taste of him on your tongue, but unlike you, he was definitely enjoying himself; you could tell that from how hard he was trying to hold back his moans. But as you thought he was about to fall apart, He suddenly pulled your hair back.

"Mhm- Ouch!" You whined, leaving his dick from your mouth while massaging the pain away on your scalp. Your eyes were on him and that stupid smug face of his, knowing that he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of winning.

"You think you can make me come? How bald" He grinned as he grabbed your upper arm, lightly pulling you upwards. He didn't want to hurt you, he was still in love with you after all; but you could take just one rough night, couldn't you?

The second you stood in front of him, he pushed you toward the bed, making you gasp with surprise as his body crashed on top of you. Now it was you who was panting for breath, while trying to hide your lewdness for his touch. The eye contact between you became tense when his hand started rubbing your clit gently, satisfied with how wet you were already even though he hadn't properly touched you yet.

"Look at you! Looks like you were enjoying that blowjob more than me! Or, is it just because you're a needy slut for my cock, huh?"

Maybe you could answer him, if your mind wasn't clogged with his virility over you.

He poked your lips lightly, smirking at how needy your throbbing cunt was for him. "Well, I can't turn down my pretty girlfriend after all, hm? Even if she acts like a bitch sometimes"

Pressing your knees on your stomach, he placed your hands on your thighs, kissing the soft skin as you felt his tip on your entrance.

And that was when it hit you. You could never win, never against him, because he was the one who had power over you, he only hadn't bother to show you that until now.

In this small game of filth, you were the loser; and even though you didn't want to admit it, you were perfectly fine with that.

"Mhm- mh- A- A- Ah- Ahhhh!"

There it was, the sudden feeling of your body burning underneath his sweaty skin, shooting drops of cum landing on his cock, creaming around him. How many times you had come already? You lost track of it after the third time, because your mind and your body was too numb to process what was happening around except for how his length was thrusting into you, hitting that sensitive spot inside. Was he protesting? Not at all, it was just making it easier for him to shove himself inside your slippery cunt, earning endless needy moans or perhaps inarticulate mutters from you.

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess" He whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your quivery spin. Of course he was having fun. He was having his way with you, humiliating your crave for his dick and how you were still too haughty to give up.

"You're trembling under me baby. I bet you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Are you sure you can take one more? Do you need to use your safe word, Darling?"

What was the point of him asking? You couldn't even respond to him because you were too busy devouring euphoria coming from his sex with your aching pussy. One thing came to your mind as your eyes rolled back with pleasure, getting the feeling of the arrival of your next climax;

That he was going to have you screaming both his name and your safe word, not so long afterwards.

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