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mysicklove · 5 days

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im fucking dick riding yuuji rn THATS MY FUCKING MANANABSHAGNNNBBNNNN. HES LOCKED IN FRRRFFRFRRRR

#🔪 - mello talks too much #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #i say this but sukuna is my other man #HAHAHA #but like he is the bad guy #so #sukuna i still love u to pieces

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andillwriteyouatragedy · 2 years

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so, i have been going back and forth about whether or not to announce this, so i'm doing a soft-launch instead. i thought about it so long i overthought it, which is the opposite of the point of this! i am trying something new with my art to keep it moving in a direction i am happy with, and i want to share that! and, ultimately, as the saying goes, everything is made up and the points don't matter!

i am now officially collecting my work under my own banner!

to me, the world of publishing as it currently exists is not conducive to the sharing of our truest art or our most genuine self-expression. it is with this in mind that i am releasing all my books under the name of bone-deep books, my own system of releasing my art. this is my attempt to establish my own way of publishing my writings how i see fit, as well as keeping as much of my work as i can under one banner: my own.

what i value about sharing my work is sharing it. i create because i love to, and i want to give the art i create to as many people as possible. the priority of publishing my own books is to value my own artistic image for my work above all else. no compromises, no third-party changes, no judgments. just me creating my work to share, and you receiving my work to enjoy. i hope that the spirit of bone-deep books will help me to accomplish this.

the more i understand myself and the world around me, the more i come to realize that the current state of art commercialization, "content creation," and the industrialization of writing are in nearly complete opposition to the environment authentic art flourishes in. our most genuine art comes from within ourselves; an atmosphere of free creation breeds the truest art we want to create, unfettered by restrictions that ultimately mean nothing and do nothing but stifle our work. in expressing my true self, i realized that being published by some big corporate house, or having fame attached to my name, or selling my work just to sell work and have work to sell, or having a career based in this industry of false creation, while seeming like cool and exciting opportunities, ultimately served against my true purpose.

for me, and i know for many others, it is, above anything else, about making the art i want to make— the truest form of self-expression, exposing whatever is in my soul that i want to create, giving my writing to the world and myself— and never compromising on it. i do not write for universal appeal. i do not write to cater to a publisher. i write for myself and my expression of self. i write because i want to tell a story.

and that, right there, is what it boils down to: i write because i want to. i don't want to have a book of mine sit unread on a shelf because i was afraid. i don't want to have a story of mine untold because a publisher wasn't the audience for it. i don't want to stop myself from creating because i don't know who to create for. i am creating for myself. everything else is a bonus— the greatest bonus ever, which is connecting with my fellow humans over something i wrote that truly came from my soul, unchanged, exposed, real, and mine.

this is my personal approach to my world and to my art, and, as always, i am always discovering more about myself. while i am always open to changing my mind about things, or hearing more information, or being flexible as i move forward, i believe that releasing many of the restrictions society has placed on art and publishing my own work myself will be majorly important to my growth as a writer, as an artist, as a creator, and as a person, as a human being. i have nothing but love for people who choose different artistic paths such as traditional publishing, because that is what art is all about! for me, this doesn't work— but, for others, it might work perfectly, and it's exactly how they want to create. that's wonderful, and i encourage it! i discovered a different path to follow myself, and i am trusting the joy and confidence i feel in following it.

of course, as with everything in my art, this process is very much a work in progress! i had an idea, and i am trying it out and working out the kinks, which is the only way to learn if an idea works! please have patience with me as i figure this all out (the books, and also life)!

thank you so much if you've read all of this!! if you want to read more or check out my site, you can do so by clicking here!!!

#books #publishing #self-publishing #self publication #self publishing #bone-deep books #bone deep books #bonedeepbooks #my books #nicole mello #personal ramblings #news #personal news #tumblr probably will not care about this but i love posting what's going on in my life #hi everyone!!!!!#i tag things like an old man

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sooniebby · 1 month

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Thinking…. (Bottom male reader). Feminization is the main kink. Lemme know if I should expand this into a full fic!

Playboy reader who’s known for sleeping with everyone and their mama (literally). You have a girlfriend or boyfriend every two weeks, dropping them like flies when you get bored.

But you end up finding your new target for the week, the student council president. Much to your shock, you didn’t have to ware him down at all. You asked him out once and he said yes.

So you’re excited. You mostly get girlfriends and while they’re cool, boyfriends are your favorite! They always act so shy when you ride them for the first time. The more inexperienced, the more fun.

So imagine your shock when you’re over at your new “boyfriend’s” house and he has you dressed in a girly dress with knee high socks. At first, you just push past it… you don’t judge…

Until when you try to take over after foreplay, doing your usually riding when he doesn’t even react…? You’re about damn near pissed off, your legs are aching, you’re embarrassed about this damn outfit.

Doesn’t help he starts fucking yawning?!?!

It’s not until you straight up tell him, “what the hell man?! If I’m boring you so damn much, then you take over!”

Though it hurts your pride to not be the dominate player. He took your words to heart because suddenly your pressed against his wall, balancing on one leg while he holds the other up and slams his cock deep into your slicked hole.

He’s harsh and unpredictable. Even after you cum, your body heaving, you notice he’s not even close to tired.

You find yourself ass up and face pressed against the bed as he takes you like a bitch. Your riding was nothing compared to this. His large hands grip your ass before a smack is delivered to it, causing you to squeal in shock.

“You’re so cute, (Name)-Chan…Make that sound again…”

Chan?! You don’t even get to ask what’s with all this feminization when he’s fucking you like a slut in heat. It takes longer than you thought possible for him to finally reach his first orgasm of the night (your fourth).

You’re collapsed against the bed, struggling to breathe when he manhandled you onto your back, legs pushed to your chest. He grins at you, his glasses foggy as he leans down.

“You’re going to enjoy being my slut, (Name)-Chan. I’ve been waiting to make you mine. I’m going to ruin you so bad you’ll only want my cock in this tight cunt of yours.”

huh…. Guess you were no longer the playboy of your school anymore.

Tag list: @flurrina @mello-life69 @chill-guy-but-cooler @rhetorical-conscience @iwishtobeacrow @kiiyoooo @remdayz @tomoeroi @the-ultimate-librarian @love-kha1 @ofclyde @smellwell @star-3214 @tehyunnie

#bottom male reader #x male reader #mlm ns/fw #smut drabble #smut ideas #uke male reader

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Men who would be offended when you sit anywhere else than on their lap. When they play your favorite movie and call out for you, they're expecting to feel your warm small figure curl up on their lap, but instead, they sense the cautions next to them sink down, and then your warm body is placed next to them.

Next to them, not on them.

Their heart shatters into pieces by your cruel act of betrayal. How could you do this to them? Do you even love them anymore? You probably don't, because why else would you be sitting far far away from them? Why do they have to reach out so they'll feel your body against their fingertips? Why aren't you all over them already?

Unforgivable! Are you trying to give them a heart attack? What are you going to do next? Hug a plushie instead of them in bed?

"Heartless devil" They whisper and avoid your stare coming out of your widened eyes as they try their best to hide their pouty face from you, and won't respond to you when you keep asking them what's wrong. The fact that you don't know why they're upset pisses them off even more!

Hmph! You better make it up to them with extra cuddles and kisses in bed, or else you're gonna have a serious problem.

"What? I didn't say anything! I'm not frowning!!! Fine, I guess I am.. You have to figure out why! Are you that dum- Ouch! Now you're hitting me with pillows? Why? Why don't you love me anymore? Are you going to break up with me or something? Is that why you didn't sit on my lap?"

Of course, that's why the man child is upset.

When he sulks again and asks you to stop giggling, you just sigh and sink into his warmth, absorbing all the love he feels for you in his heart. He also sighs- out of comfort of course-, and wraps his arms around you to feel you even more.

"Now you're giggling? Well congratulations then! You've successfully hurt my feelings! What? You wanna sit on my lap now? After I had to tell you myself!?… Fine... I guess I can let this one go... No I didn't say that I didn't want cuddles anymore! Just, come here, will you?... Ah, finally... Really baby, what am I supposed to do without you? How am I supposed to sleep at nights if I can't feel your warmth against me? Don't ever leave me princess, ok? You know that I'll be a mess without you"

DAZAI, KAJI, RANPO, RANPO, Nikolai, CHUUYA, Kenma, KUROO, Lev, Bokuto, Tendou, ATSUMU ATSUMU ATSUMU, Suna, OIKAWAAAA, ZENITSU, Inosuke, Megumi, Todo, MELLO, Roland, Vanitas

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kazz-brekker · 2 years

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hotd episode 5 thoughts

rip rhea royce, you seemed cool so even though i knew your death was coming i’m a bit sad about it. at least you got to bully daemon before the end.

loved that we got to see larys strong do a bit of scheming and i am quite excited to see where his character will go.

house velaryon and driftmark seem extremely cool, hope we do end up getting a spin-off about them someday.

corlys i am TRYING to stan you but trying to marry off your daughter at 12 and saying your gay son “will grow out of it” is not great behavior.

i do love that rhaenys and corlys are a total power couple who clearly respect and love each other a lot.

i liked the the scene of rhaenyra and laenor walking on the beach and forming their alliance/friendship very much since i’ve always interpreted them as being friends.

i’m glad we got to see some of the relationship between laenor and joffrey before things went south, they seemed really good together and i do wish they had gotten their life of a king consort and his sworn bodyguard.

of the different rumors surrounding rhaenyra and criston cole’s falling-out i have always thought the one where he suggested they run away together and she turned him down made the most sense so i’m glad they went with that one.

i also appreciated that his bitterness towards her is not just “criston’s crush doesn’t like him as much as he likes her” but also his sense of ruined honor.

i Do Not Trust grand maester mellos, something is up with that man. please stop with the leeches i swear to god.

the velaryons entering the wedding was ICONIC, they are legends, they are the moment, i love them.

it was nice seeing seasmoke and meleys but where! is! vhagar!

lyonel strong remains the only person on this show with common sense.

daemon showing up to rhaenyra’s wedding feast despite being in exile was legendary, i expected no less.

also rhaenyra being mean to him when they were dancing and throwing his words back at him was excellent.

alicent entering the feast in her green dress and calling rhaenyra “stepdaughter” was such a power move i literally cannot wait for her villain era.

that wedding was So Fucking Stressful even though i knew going in roughly what was going to happen i was on the edge of my seat.

oh joffrey, if only you were not so good at sussing out who is sleeping together and criston could be normal about his break-up things might have had a much happier ending :(

was hoping we would get more than the few harwin strong crumbs that we did buuuut it seems like he’ll be important in episode 6.

i’m going to miss milly alcock and emily carey but i cannot WAIT to see emma d’arcy and olivia cooke, they are going to absolutely kill it

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zimthandmade · 5 days

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What do you think the night before Mello and Matt’s death was like? Were they grieving? Were they happy they got to live for as long as they could?

Also, would they have already been together or would they have proclaimed their love the night before their deaths?

I gotta know what you think!! x

I have a scenario written out for this but we're here for visual art not literature, so I'm gonna break it down as short as I can.

As far as I’m concerned, we don’t really know what Mellos canon plan was with the whole kidnapping thing but I don’t think Mello would’ve so easily accepted to go on a kamikaze-mission just to help Near reach his goal. The man had a plan to get out of this as a winner. So I don’t think him and Matt were actively closing off their lives that evening. But they knew their plan was risky as hell and it's wearing down on Mello big time in either universe.

That evening includes Mello overthinking, pacing, absolutely losing his shit, having anxiety/panic attacks, Matt trying to calm him down, Matt talking Mellos ears off about Zelda lore as a distraction method and them finally surrendering to sleepiness.

In 2.1 they would already be together for almost 2 years but I like the idea of a last minute love proclamation in a moment of intimacy. Highly recommend reading Bedsheet Confessional by @not-orphaned-account, which is pretty close to what I imagine went down that night.

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taraprince · 1 year

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the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

#mello death note #smut alphabet #smut #mello smut #death note smut #mello x reader #death note x reader #x reader #i still dont know how to tag

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mysicklove · 2 months

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i told my family that i had new lovers (joke) and immediately all four of them asked if it was another professor. like fuck man, i wish 😔😔😔😔

#🔪 - mello talks too much #everytime i call a man hot my mom is always like “if he is older than me then he is off limits to you”#NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #BUT I LOVE OLD MEN PLEASEEEEE

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 2 years

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dōnus riñus (sweet girl) │ Chapter 2: Bedding (NSFW!)

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 │Chapter 9 │Chapter 10 │Chapter 11 │Chapter 12 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: As the second-born daughter of Aemma and Viserys, you never expected to be married off to your uncle, Daemon Targaryen. The wedding night is here.

(Set in Episode 6 - however, Daemon never married Laena, and he's returned to King's Landing after ten years in exile.)

TRIGGERS: incest, loss of virginity, purity culture, mild blood, breeding kink, age gap, dubious consent, public bedding.

The fire crackles merrily in the hearth while your ladies-in-waiting prepare you for the evening. You stare unseeingly at the blaze as Ceryse brushes out your pale hair and Senna ties the laces at the neckline of your shift, allowing the flames and the warmth to lull you into a false sense of calm.

“Look at me,” Senna says. You look up. She is smiling sympathetically at you. “There is nothing to be afraid of, Princess.”

“I’m not afraid.” It is true. You aren’t—and you are. You know not what to feel. That is the problem, is it not? It is the not-knowing, the unknown, that makes you anxious.

“His Highness will be good to you.” She makes no comment on your response, but you can tell she does not believe your affirmation, as hesitant as it was. “He loves you.”

“Of course he loves me. He’s my uncle,” you say absent-mindedly, but even the knowledge of your shared Targaryen blood does little to assure you of this.

Love. It is a word that has been bandied about by many throughout your short courtship—but how can he love a person he does not know? You know not what love a man like Daemon can have for you, if it even exists at all. Seven years old when he left, seventeen when he returned, three moons’ courting and less than half a year of reacquaintance in total is not near enough time to relearn a person, even if they are family.

You exhale tremulously when the door to your chambers—the new, unfamiliar room you feel as though you had scarcely been given a moment to accustom yourself to—opens. The sound of merrymaking and raucous chatter from the wedding feast in the Great Hall, even so far away as it is, spills in as the witnesses file in. The chairs had been laid out, the wooden screen already unfolded, the gauzy curtains arranged to ensconce the bedframe, not that any of these measures serve to wholly shield the marital bed from view. It hides enough, but one can still see the outline of bodies, the vague impression of movement. You had Ceryse and Senna help you test it. You suppose idly that this is the point—a bedding, especially a royal one, must be seen. You steadfastly ignore the low whispers, the shuffling and scraping of chairs as the witnesses take their places. You know who you would see if you did.

Lord Lyonel. Grand Maester Mellos. Lord Tyland. Lord Lyman. Alicent. You could almost tolerate what would no doubt be an ordeal of humiliation, if not for the necessity of the presence of your family—

Father. Laenor. Rhaenyra.

It seems cruel to you that Rhaenyra is here, made to sit beside her own husband—a match of convenience, no more—and watch as the man she had always longed for beds her little sister. It is cruel that your uncle will have to consummate a union to the wrong niece after spending ten years abroad, drowning his sorrows after she had wedded Laenor. It is cruel that you must play second-best to Rhaenyra even in this, your marriage, when you have felt her shadow over you your entire life—the second daughter, even more useless than a first daughter.

You had even heard tell of the most salacious rumour concerning your uncle and a whore with silver hair playacting as his niece in the slums of Flea Bottom, and when you had asked him of it, he had refused to provide an answer. Doomed before it has even begun, you think wryly to yourself.

The door adjoining the marital bedchambers across the room opens with a creak. From the sudden cessation of noise from your left and the abrupt absence of Ceryse and Senna’s warmth at your front and back, you assume your uncle—your husband—has arrived. You make no move to acknowledge his presence, even as his footsteps draw nearer to you.

“Ābrazȳrys.” He all but purrs the word into your ear, the rolling consonants of your Valyrian mother tongue voiced gently. Wife.

He stands in front of you, partially blocking the fire. You suppress the urge to shiver—with fear or something else, you do not know. Ceryse and Senna murmur something—it remains unheard—they depart.

“Valzȳrys,” you breathe, your voice quieter and weaker than you had hoped. Husband.

“Elēdrar issa.” It is time. His hand rests on your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

His features are sharp in the light of the flames behind him, emphasising the cut of his jaw, the edge of his nose, the darkness blotting out the lilac of his eyes. Your Uncle has always been handsome, and he seems almost unearthly in the play of light and shadow. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and your mouth parts instinctively. He makes an aborted press between your parted lips and swallows, glancing up in question. You know what this means. You nod.

His hand shifts to cup your neck as his lips descend onto yours. You press your mouth awkwardly against his, hands hesitantly coming to rest on his clothed chest for leverage. You can feel him smile against you as he tilts your head softly, and you know your cheeks burn as he coaxes you to mimic the press and glide of lips in an art unfamiliar to you. Slowly, you feel the tension in your arms, your spine, your shoulders loosen, and you unconsciously shift and relax against him as you kiss. He huffs gently as his free hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pressing you further into him.

Ahem.

You feel him stiffen at the unsubtle noise from the gallery. You had forgotten about your audience, and your head automatically begins to turn to—

“Daor,” he whispers—no—pulling your eyes back to him. “Fuck off,” he says louder, and though he has not ceased eye contact with you, it is obviously directed at your interrupter.

A weak grumble of protest is all that can be heard as your mouth upturns weakly in spite of your own nervousness. You could always trust your uncle to openly confront opposition. Daemon smiles at you and takes your hand.

“Māzīs, riñītsos.” Come, little girl.

You swallow anxiously at the old pet-name as he leads you to the bed, pushing aside the sheer fabric drapes to expose the sheets clearly. For all that it is your wedding night, you had never felt so small or so vulnerable since you were a child.

He looks down at you, the twist of his mouth gentle, already working the strings that tie the neck of his bedshirt closed. “Mīsītsori aōhe nādīnagon bēvilō daor.”You do not have to remove your clothes.

You bite your lip, willing away the tears threatening to well in your eyes. You want to cry at his kindness.

A reedy voice pipes up suddenly, loudly, interrupting again. “Your Highnesses, if you could procee—”

Daemon exclaims sharply at the interruption. He has to talk even louder from here if he wishes to be heard by your company. “Brother. If you cannot shut that old cunt up, I’ll gladly do it for you. You’ll likely need a new Grand Maester, though, as I don’t see Mellos performing all that well without a head.”

You can hear your father reprimanding the Maester, though it sounds low and far off from your position before the bed, and your cheeks flush again at the reminder that there are people here watching you. Impatiently, from the sounds of it. For a moment, rage suffuses you.

How dare they treat me so disrespectfully?

You are a Princess of the Realm, not a whore at a pleasure show. For all your mild-mannered temper usually, you are not wholly without the pride and fire of House Targaryen.

Perhaps this is what fuels you next.

You respond to Daemon’s previous statement haughtily, already rolling up your shift and yanking it over your head, heedless of the laces, throwing it to the bottom of the bed. “Lo elēnin jaelzi, kepus, elēnin mazemilzi.” If they want a show, Uncle, a show is what they will get.

And with that, you are naked before him.

He pauses, jaw clenching as his eyes roll over your exposed throat, the slope of your breasts, the concavity of your belly, the valley between your legs. He flicks his gaze back to yours, a wolfish, predatory smile transforming his face into something almost savage.

“Let us begin, then.”

He tugs off his shirt and steps towards you, heedless of where the fabric lands. When he grabs you this time, he is less gentle, his hands tightening on your hipbones as his lips slot over yours with a hunger you are surprised by. You whine softly—he growls, pushing you down onto the bed and landing over you, his mouth following to re-join yours with ardent intensity. He trails to your neck, laving at your exposed throat with amorous kisses and light nips that elicit a breathy yip from you at the small shock of almost-pain. His nose brushes down the valley between your breasts, and he murmurs softly against your skin.

“Gevie.” Beautiful.

You smile unbidden at the praise, starting when his lips slide over your nipples, alternating between hot laps of his tongue and soft pulls of his mouth. It feels as though there is a steel bolt connecting the sensations to the throbbing epicentre between your legs, and you throw your head back as a moan escapes. You slap your hand over your mouth. Daemon raises himself above you again.

“Do not hide from me,” he says hotly, bending down to kiss you. “I want to hear every sound. Understand?”

You sigh in agreement, and he returns to his task. You shift uneasily as he makes it clear where he is headed. You squirm as he comes to rest just above the valley between your firmly closed legs, his nose buried in the silver curls shielding your womanhood. His eyes flick to yours as he inhales deeply, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. What is he doing?

“Uncle…” you whisper. He hushes you, pushing his hand between your knees and gently—always gently—forcing your legs apart, the width of his invading shoulders preventing you from closing them. You push yourself up on your elbows, unsure of what he is intending. “Daemon–”

“Sh, little girl.” He kneels before your splayed form, pulling your legs over his shoulders and dragging you a scant few inches to the edge of the bed, flush with his body, his arms wrapped around your thighs and trapping you in his hold. “You’ll like this part.”

You want to ask what he means by that until you feel something hot and wet against your exposed centre, and you realise with shock that he’s using his mouth against you.

“Daem—” You try to move away, but he has you locked in tightly against him.

He moans and the vibration rocks into you, transforming your desire to escape into an urge to press closer. His tongue lashes furiously against your folds, bullying against the nexus point of your pleasure and you cry out, the noise seeming louder than intended due to the unnatural silence permeating the room. You rock your hips against him reflexively and he grunts, tightening his arms around you and pulling you further onto his face.

You crest with a shocked yelp, tipping back onto the bed as a wash of golden-warm bliss overtakes your body, your thighs clenching on Daemon’s head. He works you through your orgasm with firm lashes of his tongue, groaning as the taste of you suffuses his palate.

When you sink down into the bed, he releases you and stands, hands working at the laces of his breeches.

You pant in wonder, staring up at the canopy. “What… was that?”

He laughs; you look down towards him, squinting in affronted annoyance. His hand works slowly at his shaft. “That was your peak, sweetling.”

You stare.

You’ve seen what lay between a man’s legs before—or, well—once, when you were a child, you caught your father’s prize stallion tupping your favourite mare in the stable. The stableboys were alarmed to see their young princess hysterical, sobbing that the ‘horsey was hurting her’. When your father found out, you were sat down for a long and distinctly uncomfortable conversation with Septa Marlow about men, marriage and mating. Despite your relief that Daemon’s appendage is nowhere near as horrifying as that stallion’s was, he is still a great deal larger than you were hoping—you do not think it will fit where Septa Marlow said it is supposed to.

“My—what?” Your wide eyes are glued to the motion of his hand.

He licks his lips as you watch him, then abruptly ceases, grabbing you by the waist and jostling you up to the middle of the bed. You squeal softly at the sudden movement and grab onto his shoulders, so reminiscent of your innocent rough-play together when you were a young girl, and he chuckles at the light-hearted cadence of your voice. He lay your head softly on the pillows.

“Your peak,” he repeats, and your forehead furrows lightly. “The height of your pleasure.”

As he speaks, his member brushes against your belly. You shiver at the contact. His brow quirks, and he pushes down against you more firmly, repeating the action, his nose rubbing against yours. You can feel the wetness from between your legs on the skin of his cheek as it brushes yours—you do not abhor it.

“I liked it,” you whisper.

He growls softly, turning his head to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and the realisation sends a pulse of want through your core, despite having just come down from your climax.

“Dōnus riñus.” Sweet girl. “I’m glad you liked it. You should enjoy the marital bed, not be afraid of it. Fucking is a pleasure, you see—for the woman as it is the man.”

He smiles wryly down at you, though you do not understand why. He kisses you again, licking into your mouth, tongues intertwining as his hand comes up to entwine into your hair and his cock presses down to sluice through your wet folds, driving against that point of great sensitivity at the top of your centre. You whimper at the overstimulation, but allow him to do as he will.

A loud clatter echoes throughout the room—your head snaps towards the gallery in alarm. Why do you keep forgetting there are people here?

“Fuck! I tripped. Sorry!”

“Laenor. Shut the fuck up!”

You snort when you hear your cousin’s and sister’s voices, giggling despite the awkwardness. Daemon’s head presses down into the exposed column of your throat, and you can feel the rumbles of his laughter against your skin. He has not stopped grinding down into you though, and your hips tip up even as the spell has been broken.

“If you’d both shut up, I’d like to get on with it” Daemon calls out.

He lays kisses idly against your throat, and you whine as he suckles what is sure to be a dark blooming mark against the skin just under your ear. You hear faint mumbling in response to your uncle’s exhortation, but you can no longer find it in you to be ashamed of your audience—Daemon’s lack of concern is catching.

“Ojenillo gō emi, riñalōrti aōhe pryjēlun,” he mutters, “yn dokimarves umbagon emon daor.” Your cheeks redden violently. I should break your maidenhead before I fuck you, but I don’t have the will to wait.

He kisses you again, pulling your right leg up around his waist and grasping the base of his shaft to glide it through your folds. You stare down, wide-eyed. He nudges your chin with his lips, and you look up at him. You are unsure whether or not to panic.

“Aō iemnȳ gaomilā, riñītsos?” Will you let me inside, little girl?

You mutter back, “Aōha ābrazȳrys. ‘Riñītsos’ daor.” Your wife. Not ‘little girl’.

He moans.

“Ñuhus ābrazȳrītsos. Ñuhon.” My little wife. Mine.

He begins to press himself inside, watching you carefully with dark eyes. You wince as he meets resistance, your walls tightening on him instinctually.

His jaw clenches. “Fuck. I thought years of riding that dragon of yours would have taken care of this.”

You know this, too. Horse-riding—and, you suppose, dragonriding by extension—often resulted in the breaking of a lady’s maidenhead. But for whatever reason, your frequent rides on Athfiezar had done nothing to ease the taking of your innocence.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Daor,” he says. “‘Tis no fault of yours. But it is unfortunate. This will hurt.”

He pauses in his advance, and you can see how the night will go if he continues to hesitate. It is gallant of him—but if it already hurts and he is barely inside, you cannot see how prolonging the event will be easier. You steel yourself.

“Do it.” You are resolute, and you are glad your tone betrays none of the anxiety you feel. “Quickly.”

His teeth grind in frustration. He nods shortly, lingering minutely before kissing you again, pressing his lips across your cheek and down your throat. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck.

He shoves in in in—

Biting down hard on his shoulder does nothing to stop the cry from escaping your lips, tears welling in your eyes. He grunts as your teeth gnash, but you can spare little consideration for his feelings. It fucking hurts. But it is a strange hurt—not akin to a stabbing or piercing as Senna had nervously relayed when describing her sharp-tongued Redwyne aunt, but more of a leather band snapping under immense pressure. It is better—and worse—than you thought it would be. And the pressure is immense. You were right in thinking it would not fit, at least not without a fight.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” His hips jerk into you, and you cry out again, the tears spilling over to wet his shoulder. He pauses. “Ah, dōnus riñus, I’m sorry–”

Daemon cradles your face in his hand and presses his lips to the trail of tears under each eye, sweeping away the evidence before placing salt-stained kisses on your mouth. It is an uncharacteristic display of softness from a man many consider violent and cruel. Then again, this entire night has been full of uncharacteristic softness. You had not been expecting much from your uncle. After all, his previous wife had been nicknamed ‘the bronze bitch’ right up until her untimely death, a death everyone says he was the cause of. You suspect those rumours are correct, but you do not wish to ask.

He waits. You are unsure if it is mere moments, or minutes, or an age—but the pain of forced entry abates, and you grow nervous at his inaction. All he does is kiss you, and stroke your hair, your waist, your leg still wrapped around him. You begin to squirm under him, trying to incite him to do something. His lips twist, but still he does not move.

“Uncle—” you whisper.

“Yes?” he asks, still stroking your hair, your waist, your leg in rhythm.

“Can you—” You blush. You do not think you can finish your sentence.

“Can I—what?” Daemon mocks gently. “If you don’t say it, I cannot know what it is you want.”

This burn of humiliation is familiar, at least. Daemon enjoys taunting people, so his wife should be no exception. You briefly wonder if he was kinder to Rhaenyra, but dismiss that as a thought to be mulled over later.

“Can you—”

You hesitate again. You are not entirely sure what it is you need, only that you are certain he can provide it to you. Daemon nudges you encouragingly. Go on, his eyes seem to say. You think you can feel his cock throb within you.

“I need—please, please, valzȳrys.” You take a gamble, thinking that naming him ‘husband’ would incite him to action.

And you are right.

The first thrust burns. The second aches. But as your husband gently rocks his hips, in-out, in-out, the pain lessens more and more.

“That’s it.” He wedges his hand under your back and pushes up, arching your spine toward him, changing the angle of his slow and steady drive into you. You pant and whine as his cock drives into the opening of your womb, forcing your cunt to make room for him—it does not hurt, this sensation, but it is strange, and you are unsure if you like it. “Sh, nice and quiet, there’s a good girl—you are, you’re a good girl, tight little cunt just for me—”

Your skin has blushed from the exertion, but you think that if you had not already been flushed, you most definitely would have started reddening from the crassness of his words. You hope that your audience cannot hear him.

“Daemon—”

“Yes,” he groans. “Say my name. I want you to fucking scream it.”

He shifts back and grabs your legs, folding them up towards you, hooking your knees over his arms. You are more exposed in this position, less dignified. You do not care. His cock drives into you and you see stars.

“Daemon!”

His responding smile is feral as he drives in harder and faster. “Three moons’ turns was agony to wait. I should have stolen you away the moment I first saw you again. Laying pretty in the grass, so innocent—I should have fucked you right there in the gardens, in front of that cunt Cole and your ladies and your bitch of a Septa, made you mine—”

You turn your head from him, alarmed. This is not what you expected. You had not realised his desire had ignited even from your very first meeting after ten years, so many moons ago now or so it seems. It makes you question every encounter, every conversation you had engaged in since, leaving you wondering if he had been thinking those same things each time he was in your company. “What—”

“Look at me,” he snarls, driving into you harder.

You yelp, clutching onto his arms, looking up at him with wide eyes. His hair has spilled out of its tied-back style, falling over his face; his eyes are fever-bright, his expression twisted into something violent and possessive. You do not know what it says about you that it makes your heart pound loudly in your chest, a bizarre mixture of excitement and fear that makes the wet pool below, easing your uncle’s path.

“Do you ‘like it’ now, niece? Does it hurt?” It sounds almost cruel. “It does,” he crows. “And you love it. Tell me!”

You shout when he thrusts forward ever more forcefully. “I like it,” you sob, overcome. “I love it, it hurts and I love it—”

“Fuck!” His lips crash down onto yours, panting as he ruts into you like a man possessed. “You’re going to take me all up in your cunt, aren’t you? Let me hold you down and spill in you, let me put my babe in your belly—”

“Yes—please, Uncle—”

You cannot help the way your eyes roll back as he forces you into a second climax, mouth open in a silent scream as the crest takes you. This time, no sound escapes—this peak has rendered you voiceless in its intensity.

“Sȳres riñus.” Good girl. He moans, speeding up, chasing his own end. You clench down on him at the praise and whine at the overstimulation of his cock pounding into you, too much and too fast, and clutch him closer. “Good girl—fuck, take it—”

His thrusts lose rhythm as he comes, his seed bursting warm within you as he rides out his high. Claiming your mouth with his own, the urgent press of lips gradually transforms into something softer, more tender as he reaches the end. He lowers your legs gently and you wrap yourself around him as you kiss. When you are done and your breathing has slowed, he presses his forehead to yours.

“Are you well, dōnus riñus?”

Your eyes are closed. You want to live in this moment a little longer. Nodding against him, you sigh tiredly. He kisses you again, a soft brush of lips that makes you smile. You wince as he withdraws from you—a “sh, little girl” from him once more—and cringe at the sensation of warmth sliding from you and spilling on the sheet below. You do not want to look, for there is sure to be plenty of blood.

Daemon returns to you with his shirt in hand, wiping between your legs with care. “Sit up for me,” he murmurs, and you automatically do as you are told.

He bundles your shift back over your head, helping you slot your arms in before lifting you from the bed, the fabric falling to cover the rest of your body. Sitting on the chaise by the open balcony, he folds you into his lap like a child. And, like a child, you drowse, head buried in his neck as he strokes down your back. Absently, you notice he has not put his breeches on.

There is minor commotion across the room. You lift your head up. Daemon urges your face back into the crook of his neck. “Don’t worry. Just the maids tidying the bed for us.”

And our witnesses fucking off, is the unspoken addition.

The path of his hand up and down your spine is lulling you into sleep. You try to fight it off, to little avail. There are voices over your head—Daemon is speaking—but you are too tired to pay attention.

You have questions. Much of what you had assumed no longer appears to make sense. But as Daemon—your uncle, now your husband—lifts you once and places you into bed, following quickly after and folding you into his arms, you decide it can wait.

“Sleep,” he whispers.

It does not take long for you to sink into slumber.

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winter-soldier-101 · 2 months

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Why me! 2

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Aemond has been watching you from afar since the day he told you he would kill you and your babe so you’ve stayed away from him since then.

“Are you going to talk to him?” Rhaenyra asks you.

“How can I talk to him when he told me he would kill me and our babe if the babe didn’t look like him all because he thinks your son Jacerys is the father so you tell me how could I ever look at him the same.” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“(Y/N) I know what he said to you but he does love you” Rhaenyra tells you.

“He told me that I let your bastard son touch me and of my babe looks like your bastard son he will kill us both that’s truly what he said to me so don’t fucking tell me that he loves me because he doesn’t love or care about me anymore” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra and walks away from her and everyone else.

“(Y/N)” A voice calls out the voice of the one man she truly trusts.

“Elmo, is that really you?” (Y/N) asks as she holds him tight in a hug.

“How I’ve missed you so I miss seeing you run around Riverrun with Kermit” Elmo tells you as he lets you go.

Elmo Tully is like a second father to (Y/N) when her father died fighting in the StepStones with Prince Daemon, (Y/N) was thankful to Prince Daemon he had brought her fathers body back and paid mother some coin to help with everything.

“I want to go home Elmo” (Y/N) whispers out as she cries in his arms.

“I wish I could take you back home (Y/N) but I don’t want your mother and brothers to be in any danger” Elmo tells you.

“I do not want my child to know his or her father hates them so please if I die on my birthing bed take my child and never let Aemond near him or her” (Y/N) tells Elmo.

“I will do everything I can for you and your baby (Y/N)” Elmo tells you.

Aemond stood behind the wall of the secret passageway as he listened to your conversation.

“When Aemond told me he would kill me and the babe I thought about jumping from Maegor’s tower so we wouldn’t feel unwanted and unloved.” (Y/N) says as tears fall down her face.

Aemond listens to your cries and feels his heart break as you say you wanted to end your life because of what he said.

“(Y/N) it’s okay you can write to me and your mother any time and if you need me I will come.” Elmo tells you.

“I just want to tell the King that Jacerys is the father of my baby and let me and Aemond go away from each other.” (Y/N) tells Elmo.

“(Y/N) no you can not do that the King will punish you if he feels like you abandoned your vowels to Aemond” Elmo tells you.

“I know I just don’t know what to do.” (Y/N) tells him.

Three days later

“I have decided that my daughter and heir Rhaenyra Targaryen will be crowned Queen in a fortnight the ravens have been sent and all Lords and Lady’s shall be in attendance to celebrate their new Queen” Viserys announces to the masses and to his council members some shocked at the news.

“Your Grace, are you sure you don’t want to name your first son Aegon King?” Otto asks Viserys.

“Otto enough of this my daughter will be Queen and that’s final!” Viserys yells out making sure everyone understands.

5 months later

(Y/N) lay in her birthing bed as Maester Mellos tells the midwives to get some water and cloth as you begin to push.

“Princess get ready to push” Maester Mellos tells you as you let out a scream and push.

“One more push Princess” Maester Mellos tells you as you push one more time and stop when you hear a loud cry.

“A boy Princess” Mellos tells you as he shows you your son and gives him to the midwife to clean him up.

“Princess I need you to push one more time” Maester Mellos tells you as you push once again and hear another cry.

“Another boy Princess” Mellos tells you.

“Twins oh my Layla will you get Queen Rhaenyra.” (Y/N) asks her handmaiden.

“Twin boys Aemond” Alicent tells Aemond.

“Yes mother I’ve heard I’ll visit when I’m done training” Aemond tells Alicent as he leaves her alone standing there.

“Should I call you Queen Rhaenyra now” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

“No you don’t have to call me Queen Rhaenyra (Y/N) your my good sister and oh your boys are beautiful (Y/N)” Rhaenyra tells you.

(Y/N) looks at her sons and sees both have white hair and not a single brown hair in sight (Y/N) lets out a little laugh.

“I don’t want him anywhere near my sons” (Y/N) tells everyone in the room as Alicent walks in.

“My dear girl, how are you feeling?” Alicent asks you.

“I’m fine Alicent where is my husband at?” (Y/N) asks Alicent.

“He went to the training yard for a-“ Alicent starts to tell you.

“Yes of course he did let him know he is not allowed in my room and he will not be allowed to see my sons” (Y/N) tells Alicent.

Three days later

(Y/N) holds little Aragon as Aeneys lays still in his bed but a soft knock wakes him (Y/N) puts Aragon down and picks up Aeneys and opens to see Aemond along with Jacerys.

“What are you doing here Aemond?” (Y/N) asks him angrily as Layla waits for you outside.

“Layla come in and take the boys please?” (Y/N) asks Layla.

“I’ve come here to apologize to you and Jacerys and see my sons.” Aemond tells you.

“No they are my sons not yours!” (Y/N) yells at Aemond and tries to close the door on him.

“(Y/N) stop I’m sorry I’m trying to make everything right and make it up to you.” Aemond tells you.

“No you don’t deserve to meet my sons” (Y/N) tells him.

“(Y/N) I’m going to see them so please move?” Aemond asks you.

“No, they are my sons, remember their bastards to you so leave me and my sons alone Aemond.” (Y/N) tells Aemond.

“(Y/N) let me see them now” Aemond says as he pushes the door open and makes way over to the boys.

“No stay away from my sons” (Y/N) says as she pushes Aemond away from the twins.

“(Y/N) enough!” Aemond yells as he pushes you to the floor.

“You will never put your hands on me again. If you do it will be the last time you have hands. Do you understand me?” (Y/N) tells Aemond as she gets up off the floor.

Aemond looks at you shocked as he holds his left cheek.

“You can see Aragon and Aeneys when I feel like you are ready to be their father” (Y/N) tells Aemond.

“You named them with me?” Aemond asks you.

“Yes I named my sons because their father wasn’t there for them when they were born” (Y/N) tells Aemond.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry about what I said about you and the boys and Jacerys. I'm sorry for what I said about you and my wife and sons” Aemond says to you and Jacerys.

“I appreciate your apology, Aemond but I have not forgiven you yet.” (Y/N) says to Aemond.

“Thank you for apologizing uncle and I’m sorry about all the pain me and Lucerys caused you.” Jacerys apologizes to Aemond.

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gwaaaaar · 2 months

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breaking my silence...

whoever told me the second half of death note was trash... YOURE WRONG YOURE WRONG YOURE WRONGGGGGG 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 MELLO AND NEAR ARE WORTHY SUCCESSORS TO L YOURE JUST A STAN!!!!

near... sweet jesus baby they didnt deserve you !!! I was so pleasantly surprised to see how distinct he was despite people calling him "white haired L". LIKE hes a lot more cautious than L but isn't above being a sarcastic little shit and actively causing problems... i read a fan translation and he uses a lot of cuss words to refer to certain people he dislikes. I dont know if thats in the official translation as well but i do like the visual of this 7 yo saying "asshole" and "dickhead". I know hes 17-18 and this is average teenage behavior but gah hes so cute and moe and make little "vrooooom" noises when playing with his toys... 🥺 cant help but stan. Hes in his zone unbothered...

AND THE FACT HE CHALLENGES LIGHT IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE SO BLATANTLY... no mind games no time for light to make his next move just fuck it we ball. Also very fond of the scene where he drops hundred dollar bills off the SPK building. He's unpredictable just like Mello is but in a different way and its fascinating i love this guy. Also enjoy the fact that his flavor of justice is that he doesnt really have one hes just doing his job. The verbal beatdown he does at the end about how lights just a crazy serial killer... GET HIS ASS NEAR !!! Hes not pretentious and its just... its just good you know? L wasn't very pretentious but he does call himself justice sometimes and stuff along the like(?) Near drops all pretense... cant help but stan

Also really fond that he actually likes mello its just mello doesnt like him... I know canon never explicitly states their relationship with each other, like if its a brotherly relationship or not (altho isnt there some cain and abel parallels??? Not sure). But i really do see a siblinglike relationship between the two. Canon doesnt really put any angst on their relationship bc near doesnt care lolol, but the two do remind me of certain siblings that have a strained relationship because of the pressure put on one of them (or on both. Again fuck wammys house all my homies hate wammys AND WATARI!!! ME WHEN I GET YOU!!!) I really would love to see the two interact... and maybe just be happy by each other/pl. Because god it really terrible to see how much mello hates near and its not even nears fault :,). AND FUCK THE CHOCOLATE BAR HE EATS AT THE END TO HONOR MELLO???? STOPPPP IM GONNA CRY... near the man that you are... they dont deserve you baby...

And smello... mello mello mello... I've heard more positive things about him compared to near bc hes more "interesting" and i can see why people take that angle BUT. God they still undersell him so much??? I feel like hes one of the few characters to have a goal besides catching Kira (or not getting caught) because of his inferiority complex. I do not mean to undersell any of the other characters when i say this because theyre all very complex! They all have their driving goals and the like. Its just that i argue that Mello's is more persistent and that it is not centered around the conflict but rather himself. Even if he caught Kira perhaps he would still never be happy with himself because Near is always "going to be better" because of the shit he went through in wammys. Theres a whole discussion to be had abt the ethics of wammys house... but ill save that for another post wwww.

Mello is also someone that isnt pretentious about his idea of justice bc hes a fucking criminal. (BTW i love the two opposing sides of the successors... one that tries falling within the law but still doesnt give a shit and the other that doesnt give any shits at all and eventually helps the law.) And its so... I LOVE YOU RUTHLESS CHARACTERS I LOVE YOU CHARACTERS THAT STOP AT NOTHING TO GET WHAT THEY WANT.

And the thing is ... Mello does have his own sense of justice because its not as if he sacrifices innocent bystanders to get what he wants he just does what is necessary. LIKE ofc its fucked up that he kidnapped sayu (and traumatized her...), takada (and the stripping... but at least she got a blanket:,) honestly tho id blame that on the misogyny of the authors) and the director of the police im not about to be a mello apologist (yes i am/j). But a. He probably knew no one was going to get hurt in the first place because hes just that damn confident. b. His remorse for matt and soichiros deaths show that he doesnt intend on sacrificing anyone and when things go astray it saddens him a little. And c. THE FACT HE PROBABLY KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE AND STILL SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO HELP NEAR... near would "win" but mello prioritized putting kira behind bars and while i cant guess his motive, from my end it does seem like in extension he prioritized doing the right thing, which would be to sacrifice his life and pride to help near get the final piece to catch mikami... wow what a man im so deathly ill

After typing all this, i must say... is L really as complex as years of DN fans have said?? I think im about to get crucified for this opinion, but legitimately is he??? I think he is complex most certainly just... maybe not as much as others have said... i might just be missing details about his past + lore from external media so maybe thats why i have this opinion. But i feel like the successors *are* toe to toe with him despite their split screen time... idk tho :3 this is just my thoughts meow

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valfeathers · 1 year

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YOUR JDRAMA L POST !!!!! jumps up and down i love love love the jdrama it speaks to me so good and your art style for him was so perfect…. do you have a post about your thoughts on the jdrama as a whole or !.!.!.!! also . i was not really a lawlight shipper for the animanga …. but oh man the drama lawlight…… it got me so good

JDRAMA TIME!! (tysm btw !!!!)

ramblings below the cut as usual (also spoilers? go watch the jdrama i double dog dare you)

ok so i watched the jdrama with my sibling after seeing a shitpost about the casting and i lost my MIND. i hadn't really seen any major spoilers beforehand so i basically experienced it all in real time and boy i loved it.

i know it def took some liberties with its story but that's part of why i liked it so much, i eat up aus and different interpretations or whatever so i really didn't mind the minor changes. my only qualm is that watari's bitchass outlives L smh who decided that /lh

above all i love the way they characterized light so much. they let him be stupid!! thank god!! he yelled at ryuk in a lecture hall full of students!! he finger-gunned!! he walked into a door!! he felt much more flawed and even i found myself relating to him at times! they really added to his relationship with soichiro which i loved. their arc had me gripping my heart in agony but that's normal for me when i think of soichiro for too long so like,,

jdrama light quickly became my favourite light because of this. i could think about him forever and i just might!

the only word i can use to describe jdrama L is 'babygirl'. the way they characterised him was so fun and different,, and lord if episode 8 didn't break me. suddenly i'm 12 years old again and grieving this man. and the way light reacted to his death?? the way the scene played out?? it was absolutely gut wrenching. i had to take a walk.

and while we're talking about gut wrenching, can i just say that L & soichiro are such an underrated duo?? i didn't expect to lose my mind over L saying that he thought of soichiro like a father but here i am, still not recovered completely,

and i'll just cut this off by saying that making mello a fucking PUPPET was certainly a choice.

#asks #death note jdrama #l lawliet #light yagami #there was more but i'll save it for next time!!#i love asks #like ppl want to hear from Me?? teehee #death note #death note fanart #im on a mission to watch/read/listen to as much dn media as possible #its the autism #i always add art to these so u guys have something to look at #if you're not in the mood for reading :))

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itsruki · 19 days

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I want to confess how awful my taste in husbandos is. here is my top 10.

(I try to add only 1 of each anime in there to make it fair but there is one anime that has at least 2 chars in my top 10. I do like alot more chars from the respectiv show but this is just the ones I like the most within each show.)

1. Bonten/Manila manjiro sano from Tokyo revengers.

(Jesus can't help me anymore. this man would kill me)

2. Enji Todoroki/ Endeavor from MHA

(I know he is an abuser. I don't know what my body was thinking but dang.....he so hot.)

3. Toji Fushiguro from JJK

(.....I might just have a thing for dads)

4. wakasa imaushi from Tokyo revengers

(listen.....this is low key just because of Fanfictions and Head canons but I can't help it )

5. sasuke from boruto (yes specifically from boruto)

(again....dad......uff...HE FINE)

6. haise sasaki from Tokyo ghoul re

(again. not kaneki. only haise.....he is just fucking perfection.)

(Clifford had to ruin everything (also probably the only greenflag here))

7. Portgas D. Ace from one piece.

(I take it back, we have another greenflag here.....again.....someone ruined it for us....(I LOVE MY SUNNY OWL BOY))

8. Kyōjurō Rengoku from Demon Slayer

(now he is still a red flag BUT......he did help the good guys and he is one of my oldest anime crushes)

9. Mello from Death Note

(the next one is obscure but bear with me)

10. Kaede Hanagata from Kemono Jihen (read the manga!)

(HE IS A PUPPER FR! SO CUTE!)

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jessaerys · 5 months

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sorry this is an unholy post but my definitive mellonear thesis is that even if we took at face value the superficial reading of canon that claims mello unambiguously hates near (which is a refusal to engage with a glaring amount of context and subtext and very on the nose literary themes but the sake of argument lets ignore that), even if he in fact had absolutely no fond nor familial ties to near even after having grown up together

you shrimply cannot deny that mello would still get weak at the knees if he knew that near loves and/or wants him. at the very least he’d be eager to hatefuck him. like just from a plain crude framework of power dynamics (one of thee pillars upon which the erotic imagination is built) if he knew that near loves/desires him it would blow his entire sexual landscape to smithereens! his life would be divided into before-he-knew and after-he-knew! power is hot! everything is sex except sex which is power!

how are other lovers ever going to compare to the brain-rewiring eroticism of getting to ravish the annoying guy around whom his lifelong inferiority complex orbits. to quite literally be on top of him exercising all the societal connotations of domination that come with being the penetrating partner during sex (← not that i think this is their bedroom dynamics, just that, even if mello's preferences in the bedroom were usually the opposite, in this context the power exchange would have to be absolute. near topping at the beginning of their sexual relationship would make them so much worse [in a sexy way] but that's an entire different thesis we do not have time to unpack right now)

(and what near gets from this is catharsis in the form of getting to momentarily escape the suffocating weight of the responsibility of leading literal intelligence agencies all over the world in a manhunt for history’s most prolific serial killer. at the very least getting railed by the love of his life. but i digress) (personally i think feeling wanted/needed by near in a more familial/brotherly dynamic in addition to a sexual dynamic would cure at least 80% of mello’s mental illnesses; they were written to be two halves of one thing, the symbiotic nature of their strengths and weaknesses is literally baked into the characters)

what was i saying. oh yeah like look at that freak of a blonde man which is a redundant statement and tell me that every other erotic experience could ever compare when it is backed up by canon that mello’s neural pathways are near-shaped. starting a foundation that helps the eroticism-and-sensuality blind cope with their disadvantages

#death note #meronia #mihael keehl #mello

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darkkbluee · 7 months

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What are your lawlight headcanons?

Oh, an ask? In my inbox? It took a while to realize there really was something in the inbox and it wasn't a bot this time. Anon, this is my first real ask, I'm so touched <3

To the topic! Lawlight headcanons! I have so many, I don't even know where to start. Some of them are AU genre specific, some are based on which arc/timeperiod it is. So many thoughts, how to summarize...

Warning: Below is a long ramble of a few headcanons and why I think that way. They're headcanons, and don't need canon or authorial proof to exist, thanks. Some of them might be AUs too, oops.

For AUs set in the early 2000s, where Light is first arc age. L realizes he's in love first. Not because L's older. Because of the circumstances Light grew up in.

Light is the eldest (and only) son of his family. He had his life figured out since childhood and never doubted he would do anything other than follow that path: Become a detective, chief, and eventually director. Get a girlfriend, buy a car and a house, marry said steady girlfriend, have two kids, the whole traditional family thing. You can even see hints of that in second arc.

When I first read the manga, I could see it in manga!Light. It seemed that way to me because it is sort of a common cultural thing between some Asian countries. Not anime!Light though, which is interesting, but not the point here.

So, Light does not realize he's in love, because he's never had the question of whether he's gay, because he never thought the reason he can't keep his eyes off L is because he's attracted to L, because 'attraction to L' is a non-existent concept in his consciousness.

Light is not dense, nor homophobic or anything. He recognizes when other men are attracted to him, he accepts that people can love whoever they want. He just never superimposes that image on himself.

It takes a whole long while for his brain to cook enough, to separate himself from the image he has in his mind. Then, he questions his sexuality and realizes he is, indeed, attracted to men as well. Or rather, one specific man. He has no sexual and romantic interest in anyone else and by that age, Light has experimented enough to know that.

Between Older Light and L, Light would be the first one to figure it out. But between 18 - 21 year old Light and L, it would L.

2. L is very specific about textures. His favorite, the one he discovers when he meets Light, is Light. Light takes very good care of himself, his face and body being as much a resource he uses as his brains.

Cue touchy L. L likes to run his fingers through Light's hair, he likes it when he can touch Light skin-to-skin, likes it when Light touches him back with his fingers.

As much as L likes watching Light (because L will freely admit he is a shallow creature and Light is very attractive to watch indeed), L loves touching Light more. He may or may not miss body language cues if he's too close to observe the full picture, but the trade off is worth it to L.

3. Light's long list of ex-girlfriends and admirers has stumped L many times. Especially when Light admits they all knew about the others. And that they don't begrudge Light for not committing 100%. And that they still happily help Light with whatever he wants them for even decades later.

Sometimes, it makes L wonder if he is just another victim of Light Yagami's charisma. Then he discards that thought because it doesn't matter. He has Light and Light is just as obsessed with him right back. L is the eventual winner and it doesn't matter who caught whom when they're both in it together.

4. They're both highly competitive. It translates over to board games as well. It's a Rule TM, posted on the fridge, notarized, signed and stamped by their friends and family, that they are never allowed to play Monopoly. And Uno. And Catan. And- [an increasing list of trade focused games].

Addendum - Twister should only be played in personal space, behind closed locked doors! — Sayu and Mello

Addendum 2 - Light is forbidden to play Jenga with Near. — L

That's all for now! If I continue, I'll never stop XD

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

#lawlight #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #asks #ask: lawlight headcanons #my first ask!

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