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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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So, I don't know where the hell this came from but I did something.

TW: NSFW content, Friends with benefits, Unstablished relationship, Vaginal penetration

Needy, needy boys.

He's always been taken for a playboy. He comes over in the middle of the night, gets what he wants and then you'll never hear of him...

...until he's in the mood again. Then he comes back with a straight face like nothing happened, everything's fine and he's not treating you like some kind of doll he only plays with whenever he feels like it. And you're stupid, so fucking stupid as your arms are always open, welcoming him into your little corner of solitude.

But after a while, something happens. His smiles are more genuine, his embrace feels warmer than before and most importantly, when you wake up in the morning he's there, already up, staring at your face with a somewhat unknown look.

Then he's gone again. His absence lasts longer than usual. You don't know if you should text him. Would you come off as clingy? This is probably a bad idea. If he wanted to hear from you he would have at least given you a ring. Are you done? Is he abandoning you for someone else? Someone prettier, with bigger eyes and a smaller waist... Doubts and insecurities fill your head, days turn Into months, hope gets lost in your sleepless nights until that night, that one night that makes you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

After receiving that one text "I'm outside", you run to the door to see if you aren't dreaming and this isn't just a figment of your imagination, and there he is, standing in front of you, looking all different. Good different or bad? You can't really tell, and you know what? You don't feel like putting much thought to it either.

He slams his lips onto yours, your clothes are taken, torn apart laying on the floor, you somehow find your way into the shower, the cold water makes you gasp and cling onto him even more. You're soaked under the water but you don't feel clean, body tainted with lust and desire.

Things are happening fast but it's not the same anymore. There's no mind games this time cause he's so needy and been dying out of starvation. Instead of his teeth sinking in your skin it's his kisses, penetrating your flesh, your blood, your soul. He's kissing your soul and you're holding him with a deathly grip, never having enough. Nobody talks. It's just meaningless sinful sounds and kisses, kisses, kisses. He's so needily passionate and it's beautiful; making you feel whole, significant. His lips trap your bottom one and suck it in. He's breathing loudly, you've been kissing for quite a while now but every time you try to part he doesn't let you. It's like he wants to die, drown in your kisses, or perhaps he finds them more addicting than oxygen.

It won't be long till you feel your release approaching and he feels it just as precisely as you, you've literally become one now and he knows your body like the back of his hand. He puts his skills into use and thrusts rapidly, taking his frustration out on your cunt and you're fine with it. He's been deeper than this before but it's never felt this intimate. All his actions are rushed and you know he's not going somewhere; he's just suddenly so needy and you adore it already.

You're shaking, he's shaking and with another thrust, you're gone. Your body is still caged in his strong arms, but your soul has fallen into the land of euphoria. Everything feels numb, the water that's now marking your skin red, the pain in your back, your chest, your heart. It's just him, him and you're in love, glad that he's in love too. You scream as he keeps thrusting through your orgasm and he moans in your mouth, loudly. It's needy, so needy, but so stunning that you can't complain.

When you come down from your high, he finally parts away. You're both panting and desperate for air but there's something miraculously. You look at each other and he's eyes are talking, it's proof that he wants, you needs you, can't get by without you. Looking at this messed up man under the cruel whips of hot water, you find yourself in love. Ah what a beautiful feeling it is, to be able to love and to feel loved. He's with you now, you won't be waiting for him anymore, he'll always be here, that's what you're thinking.

But the next morning he's gone, and this time for good; because you made him feel something,

That he doesn't deserve you.

DAZAI, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, Kuroo, SUNA, Osamu, Shinazugawa, UZUI, GOJO, Fushiguro, Geto, EREN, MELLO, Vanitas

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ashthemadwriter-uwu · 1 year

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So, I don't know where the hell this came from but I did... something.

TW: [N]SFW content, Friends with benefits, Unstablished relationship, Vaginal penetration

Needy, needy boys.

He's always been taken for a playboy. He comes over in the middle of the night, gets what he wants and then you'll never hear of him...

~♡KEEP READING♡~

Like the original post not this one please♡

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cat3ch1sm · 29 days

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This is so awkward, but I was wondering if you could write hcs for if the reader called L, Mello, Near, and Matt "daddy" or "sir" or something else along those lines during sex? 😭 (if not that's totally fine I just got a mental image of Mello being like "what-" and I'm seeking other opinions lol)

🐸~ loll!! don't worry i have gotten much worse requests than this, this isn't at all awkward. this request seemed fun lol i hope u enjoy! i love u lots and thanks for ur support<33

nsfw ahead, gn!reader, sub!reader

how they'd react to being called daddy/sir during sex~ wammy boys

matt

~ it just slipped from your lips in the heat of the moment. you had been really hazy and a bit delirious and matt had been deep inside you when it just popped out. and yes, it did catch him by surprise for about half a second since he wasn't expecting it and it wasn't something you'd ever called him before. but in the same half a second he was caught off guard, matt decided he loved it. he doesn't say anything about it in the moment, but it was the way you said it, with your shaky voice barely coherent and your pretty eyes crossed, overwhelmed with pleasure. matt takes it as a sign that he's doing a really good job, and best believe he makes it his mission to get one of those out of you again every time you two get intimate. on the other hand, expect pretty relentless teasing about it. matt both finds it amusing and a hell of a turn on how easily he can get you off, how he can make you just lose yourself like that.

~ "hey, matt, can you get that over there for me?"

~ "don't you mean daddy?"

~ "you are the worst."

mello

~ mello is someone who enjoys being in control during sex. so when you moan that in this pathetic, trembling voice, pleading with tears pricking the corners of your eyes for him to keep going, it's really such a rush for him. the brief moment of surprise at the unexpected title is quickly swept away by the surge of pride, almost arrogant in its nature. you've fully surrendered yourself to him; your pleasure is in his hands; you've acknowledged his power over your body. he'll probably get rougher in the moment, and later on in future intimate encounters he'll outright make you say it, denying you any release until you do, over and over and over.

near

~ although near does usually prefer it when you both are equals during sex, he can't help the swell of satisfaction in his heart when you call him that. after all, he has an ego like every other man on this list, and near gets something out of being at least somewhat in control, even in your sexual encounters where he does normally prefer not for anyone to be dominant. it's not like he needs to hear you say it every time, but near certainly doesn't mind when you do. besides, it means you like what he's doing and he's making you feel good, which is what he wants most.

ryuzaki

~ he probably spends the most time being surprised out of anybody else on this list. he doesn't have anything against it- besides, it would probably kill the mood if ryuzaki paused mid-sex to ask about it and what brought it on- but he just is somebody who likes having answers. so he may or may not literally interview you about it later- did he do something different? is that something that might happen again? what prompted you to call him that? he must know, even if you can hardly even sit up or form a full sentence yet.

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wammyhoe · 3 months

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Liking Mello is not enough, I need to join the mob

#man i'm so sad today is THE day #I miss him like he's real #Mello #death note matt #mello death note #death note mello #mihael keehl #mello x reader #mihael keehl x reader #death note #death note headcanons #wammy boys x reader #wammy boys #wammys house #mafia mello #mail jeevas #matt death note

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ssailormoonn · 6 months

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Motorcycle | mello

postfire!Mello x Fem!Reader

WC; 3.1K | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Fingering, motorcycle sex, slightly degrative? degrative praising, name calling ⇢ slut, brat, Exhibitionism? voyeurism? public sex

name ; {C/n} (Cover name) | True name ; {Y/n} {L/n}

M A S T E R L I S T ─── part 1 | part 2 - coming soon

"Matt," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. With my legs playfully dangling off the armrest of the single-seat couch, I allowed myself to surrender to the moment. My head flung back, resting on the opposite armrest, causing the world to appear upside down.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a sleek silver lighter, its surface reflecting the dim light around him. As he flicks it open, a small flame dances to life, casting a warm glow on his face. Bringing the cigarette to his lips, he inhales deeply, the ember at the end glowing brightly. Tilting his head back, he exhales slowly, releasing a stream of smoke that curls and dissipates into the air.

"I wanna try one," I say eyeing the cigarette in his hand, he taps the the cigarette causing the used embers to fall onto the floor.

"Uh," He replies, "Don't think Mello would like that."

"What does she want now?" Mello interrupts, his voice laced with a touch of annoyance. He reaches up and slips off his headphones, revealing a mess of blonde hair underneath. With a swift movement, he retrieves the bar of chocolate the wrapper crinkling as he pulls it down further. Taking a bite, his eyes narrow slightly, a mix of curiosity and exasperation flickering across his face as he awaits an answer.

"Girl wants a cigarette," Matt says, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. He takes another swift puff, the glowing tip of the cigarette illuminating his features momentarily before fading back into the dimly lit surroundings. Wisps of smoke curl and dance in the air around him.

"Well, she's not getting one," Mello retorts, his tone laced with a mix of defiance and frustration. The faint scent of chocolate lingers in the air as he takes another bite, the sweetness providing a momentary respite from the tension in the room.

"What- Why?" I whine.

"Because I said so."

"You're no fun, Mello," I reply, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest, I can't help but smirk, knowing that my words are likely to provoke a reaction. The room seems to hold its breath for a moment, anticipation hanging in the air.

And oh boy, did it work. Mello's face contorted with a mixture of irritation and anger, his brows furrowing and his jaw clenching. The muscles in his arms tense as he uncrosses them, his body language betraying his rising frustration. A flicker of fire dances in his eyes, a clear indication that my comment has struck a nerve.

I quickly realized the extent of my success, a mix of satisfaction and apprehension washing over me. It's as if a storm is brewing, and I can almost feel the crackle of electricity in the air. I brace myself for the storm that is about to be unleashed, unsure of what form Mello's anger will take.

"{C/n}," Mello says, his voice dripping with a cold intensity as he rises from his seat. He stands tall, his posture exuding a mix of confidence and defiance, as if ready to face any challenge that comes his way. Placing his hands into the pockets of his sleek leather pants, Mello's fingers curl around the fabric, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed and focused, seemed to pierce through the air, fixated on me.

"Yes," I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I lift my head to gaze upon Mello, who now stands right in front of the couch where I had been reclining. My eyes trace the contours of his face, taking in the intensity etched into his features.

As I look at him, my eyes inadvertently drift downward, and I can't help but notice the fading red and purple marks that I have left on his skin. The hickies, remnants of one of the many nights we had shared, peek out from beneath the edges of his leather vest, marking his abdomen. A blush creeps onto my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire flooding through me at the vivid remembrance of that night.

I find myself momentarily lost in the memory, the heat of our bodies entwined, the softness of his skin beneath my lips as I trailed down his body to suck his dick. The sight of Mello, unashamedly displaying those marks, sends a rush of warmth through me, a reminder of the intimate connection we share.

"We are getting more chocolate," Mello declares, his voice carrying a determined tone as he strides purposefully toward the door. Each step he takes exudes a sense of confidence and purpose, his leather-clad figure commanding attention. The sound of his boots against the floor resonates through the room, adding a rhythmic beat to the unfolding scene.

Eagerly, I follow, my heart racing with anticipation. With a quickened pace, my skirt flows around me, swaying with each step as I try to catch up to his determined stride. The fabric brushes against my legs, a gentle reminder of movement and excitement.

As we approach the door, a sense of adventure fills the air. The prospect of indulging in more chocolate, perhaps discovering new flavors or revisiting old favorites, ignites a spark of delight within me. I can almost taste the sweetness on my tongue, the anticipation heightening my senses.

With a mix of eagerness and anticipation, I quickened my pace, my footsteps echoing alongside Mello's. I can't help but feel a surge of excitement as we venture forth together, ready to satisfy our shared craving for chocolate, and maybe something else that I could tell was plaguing his mind.

My eyes glimmer with excitement as I catch sight of Mello's bike. Without hesitation, I run ahead of him, a burst of energy propelling me towards the vehicle. I position myself on the bike, not straddling it conventionally, but rather placing myself down on the seat, my legs extending to the side.

As I settle onto the bike, a mischievous grin spreads across my face, a playful expression that mirrors the childlike delight I feel at this moment. I can't help but notice Mello's deliberate slowing of his strides as if intentionally teasing me with his leisurely pace. It only adds to the thrill, the anticipation building as I wait for him to approach.

The leather seat of the bike clings to the back of my thighs, the stickiness a consequence of my short skirt and the fishnet tights I wore. I can feel the texture of the material against my skin, a slight discomfort that is overshadowed. With a mix of anticipation and a touch of impatience, I shift slightly on the seat, my skirt rustling softly.

"Come on, Mello!" I raise my voice, "You're taking too long!"

"I'm coming," He growls at my sudden burst of energy. He finally stands before my figure, touring over me. I couldn't help but admire his features, golden blonde hair with pretty ocean eyes. I take a quick skim over the scar he had earned during the fire. The scar is between his waist to shoulder and continues up to his nose and left eye.

He stands before me, his presence commanding and magnetic. As he positions himself between my legs, I instinctively spread them apart, creating a space for him to be closer.

Bending down, Mello's face hovers near my neck, his warm breath grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation is both electrifying and intoxicating, causing my body to respond involuntarily to his proximity.

His voice, low and husky, reaches my ears, his words laced with a mix of amusement and admonishment. "Y'know, you've been acting like a brat these past couple of days," he breathes, his words tinged with a hint of playful reprimand. The sound of his voice sends a jolt of excitement through me, a reminder of the connection we share.

His hands, strong and possessive, grip the plushy flesh of my hips, asserting his presence and control. The touch sends a surge of desire coursing through me, a physical manifestation of the tension that has been building between us. The sensation of his touch against my skin is both comforting and exhilarating, a reminder of the passion that lies beneath the surface.

"Yeah?" I say swallowing that growing lump in my throat.

"Mhmm," he mumbles, his warm breath tickling my skin as his mouth leaves a trail of hot, lingering kisses. Starting from just below my ear, his lips move with deliberate slowness, tracing a path down towards my collarbones. Each kiss ignites a fire within me, causing a breathy sigh to escape my lips, a testament to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

His lips, soft and demanding, leave a trail of heat in their wake. The sensation is both tantalizing and intoxicating as if every touch is a promise of the passion that lies ahead. I can feel the weight of his desire in each press of his mouth against my skin, a silent declaration of his longing.

As his kisses descend, my body responds instinctively, arching slightly towards him, seeking more of his touch. The contrast between his warm mouth and the coolness of the air sends shivers down my spine, heightening my senses and deepening the connection between us.

"All needy," he remarks, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and desire. Mello's hands, now exploring my body, skimmed over my thighs, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his fingers tracing a path under my skirt, teasingly playing with the flimsy material of my fishnet tights.

As he tugs at the delicate fabric, a surge of heat courses through me, intensifying the desire that already burns within. The sensation of his fingers against my skin sends waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

His touch becomes bolder, his fingers digging into the softness of my thighs, leaving a delicious ache in their wake. The mixture of pleasure and slight pain elicits an uninhibited moan from deep within me, escaping shamelessly from my parted lips. I am consumed by the sensation. The combination of his touch, the teasing tug of my tights, and the pressure of his fingers against my skin creates the intoxicating pleasure I feel from him.

I heard a faint snapping noise from where Mello's hands were making me gasp at what he's done. "Baby, I just bought those," I breathlessly say as my nails do into the leather seat of the bike. "I'll just buy you another pair," He replies slightly panting as lifts his head from my neck I give a quick look down and see the marks of red and slight purple scattered across that side of my neck and chest.

Mello's lips, now exploring the other side of my neck, dip lower with a newfound intensity. With each suction, he applies more force, leaving a trail of heated kisses in his wake. The sensation is both electrifying and intoxicating, causing me to release my grip on the seat and instinctively clutch his jacket, pulling myself closer to him.

As I pull him towards me, a low chuckle escapes his lips, a mix of amusement and satisfaction at the effect he has on me.

In this heightened state of arousal, I feel his touch shift, his fingers now venturing toward my most sensitive area. Through the fabric of my underwear, I can feel the pressure of his fingers as they prod at my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The anticipation builds, and I can't help but whimper in response, a sound that betrays the overwhelming desire that consumes me. The combination of his lips on my neck and his fingers teasing my most intimate spot creates a symphony of pleasure that leaves me yearning for more.

As my underwear is shifted to the side, I can feel the cool air against my exposed skin. In response, I wrap my arm around Mello's neck, pull him closer, and entangle my hand in his luscious blonde hair. With a gentle tug, I elicit a deep, primal moan from him, the vibrations reverberating against my sensitive flesh.

My other arm remains securely pressed against his chest, unwilling to let go, The connection between us is palpable, a tangible force that binds us together in this moment of raw desire. His fingers, now guided by his own hunger, venture further down, tracing a path along my slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing me to tremble in his hold, my body responding to his every movement. A helpless whimper escapes my lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through me.

"Already so wet, such a needy slut," he remarks, his voice laced with a smug smirk against my skin. His words only serve to intensify the desire that burns within me, fueling the flames of passion that threaten to consume us both. It's a moment of vulnerability and surrender, where inhibitions are cast aside, and I am completely at his mercy.

"Hah, Mello," I moan.

"What, Brat? You like it, don't you? The feeling of getting caught, such a slut for me."

In this heightened state of arousal, the world around us fades into oblivion, and all that matters is the intoxicating dance between us. The sensations become all-encompassing, overwhelming my senses and pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. It's a moment of pure indulgence, where pleasure reigns supreme, and I am lost in the symphony of desire that unfolds between us.

As Mello's fingers push past my slick folds, a surge of pleasure courses through me, leaving me breathless and desperate for more. With a deliberate curl of his fingers, he finds my seeping hole, drenched with arousal, and plunges into the depths of my desire.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves me unable to contain my moans. I press my lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within me, as I chant his name. His fingers, skilled and relentless, explore the depths of my core, igniting a fire that consumes my every thought. Each movement, each stroke, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body.

As I surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes me closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and I am consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through my veins.

As Mello's fingers continue their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of my seeping hole, the familiar coil of pleasure tightens inside my stomach. I wrap my shaky legs around him, seeking to anchor myself to him amidst the overwhelming pleasure. My body quivers with anticipation, responding to his every touch, every movement.

"Mello, Mello, M-Mello," I chant his name into his neck, my voice filled with a mixture of desire and need. The tears welling in my eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume me entirely.

In response to my plea, he groans against my neck, his voice laced with desire. He begins to stimulate my clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing me to arch my back in response, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he offers.

"What do you call me when we are close like this? I want you to call me that," he whispers, his voice filled with a primal need. His words send shivers down my spine, fueling the fire that burns within me. I understand his desire for a deeper connection, a more intimate bond in this moment of shared vulnerability.

Through the haze of pleasure, I manage to sob out his true name, the name that holds a deeper meaning between us. "Mihael," I gasped, my voice filled with reverence and longing. It's a moment of profound intimacy, where our desires align, and we are united in our pursuit of pleasure.

In this heightened state of passion, the world around us fades away, and all that matters is the intoxicating dance between us. The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until I am on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and I am consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs me.

"Come for me, {Y/n}." Waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving my legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from my hole and I continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. I managed to release myself from Mello's neck and move away from his hold, he dragged his tongue on the fingers that were drenched in my come causing me to get embarrassed and pull myself into his neck once more so he couldn't see the blush on my face.

I gaze up to the apartment we were shortly staying at and I see Matt sitting on the window sill with crossed legs taking puffs from his cigarette and looking down at the both of us. The smirk was prominent on Matt's face. His glasses have been disregarded, knowing now for sure that he had witnessed the whole thing.

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white-poppie · 10 months

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘-𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑

A shrill shout causes you to dart your attention in the direction it came from. You leave all the work you were occupied with and run towards the source of the sound, which was the master bathroom.

You knock on the bathroom door, panicking, where your lover is supposed to be taking a bath. All kinds of scenarios ranging from scalding hot water burning his skin to him slipping and getting a concussion, keep running in your head, "Babe what's wrong?"

You hear hurried, wet footsteps thumping on the marble-tiled floor. He opens the door with a loud bang, making you flinch. He is standing in front of you, wearing nothing but his bath towel around his waist, leaving his torso for you to marvel at.

"What's wrong?" You ask, looking into his restless eyes.

He rests a hand against the doorframe, water dripping down his body and creating a puddle. Whatever the matter was, it was far more critical than drying himself or looking decent.

"Spider," he says breathlessly, "there is a spider in the bathroom."

You blink. Once, twice, thrice and then stare at the man in front of you. You say the S-word again to confirm if you are hearing correctly or if you've turned into a sixty-year-old grandma, "a spider?"

"A spider," he says and nods aggressively, "get it out of there."

You don't know whether to be amused or irritated. Is there a camera anywhere? Is he filming a prank?

"What do you want me to do?" You ask, keeping your hands on your hips.

"Kill it," he says with wide eyes and you can't help but grin a little at this absurd situation of a behemoth of a man being scared of a tiny spider.

"Aren't you the man here?" You muse, playing along a little as he stands there, half-naked.

His brows furrow and he stares at you in offence. "Oh so now patriarchal standards come into play? In this situation? We are in the twenty-first century! And what about 'equality' and this 'willpower' you talk of when I say I'll pay for our dates? However, you either split the bill or make an advanced booking and now I have to make an advanced booking before your advanced booking."

"Okay, Okay I get it." You say exasperatedly and walk into the washroom and ask him to point at the tiny predator, "How big is it?" You say and immediately think of a 'that's what she said' joke, but he is too stressed to notice.

He makes a gap between his index and thumb and implies that the spider is about half an inch big- Wait hold on, that's one huge spider.

Your eyes widen as you finally understand his fear. You remove your slipper and wield it like a weapon and look around, "where is it?"

He stands beside you but sweatdrops as he realizes the spider is nowhere to be found. "It's not there anymore."

You look around the bathroom, panicking from your position and find the spider nowhere.

You then look back at your beloved with a mutual understanding of what to do next, "pack your things we are leaving."

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A/N: But spiders are not that sc- *is shot dead.*

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morbiderotica · 7 months

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I JUST READ UR ENTIRE DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST AND IM OBSESSED PLSPLSPLS CAN U DO OVERWORKED AND ANGRY MELLO X READER SMUT PLSPLSPLS

★ TOUGH LOVE ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ ILY ANON SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#WARNINGS ─ smut, foul/lewd language, bj, throat fucking, clit teasing p in v, no condom

#SUMMARY ─ "his rough hand on your throat was something you'd grown to love and hate all the same. careless whispers and dirty thoughts." pushing him over the edge might have worked in your favor.

his rough hand on your throat was something you'd grown to love and hate all the same. careless whispers and dirty thoughts.

"stop squirming." he laughed and licked his teeth, pushing you into the wall. his lips attached to your neck. his knee between your legs.

"get on your knees, be useful." he mumbled, and you complied, unzipping his black leather pants.

his dick was half-hard, leaking pre-cum that you greedily lick up. he decides you're taking too long. he grabs you by your hair and shoves his dick in your mouth, fucking your mouth to fulfill his needs.

"such pretty mouth. what a shame it's wasted on bratty words." he groans, enjoying using your mouth as a cock sleeve.

his hips stutter as he nears his orgasm. his anger built up from the day getting released in your mouth. he pants from his kissable lips and you swallow the cum he so graciously gave you.

"bed. now." he commanded and you obeyed far too eagerly. practically stumbling to the bed like a whore on ice. at least that's how mello would describe it.

he pins you to the bed, his dick wet with your saliva that's pressed against your thigh. he pulls your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion.

he blows on your cunt, teasing you for his entertainment. with no warning, he runs his heavy dick through your wet folds. his tip teases your clit and he listens to your pathetic moans and whines.

"s'fucking tired of your bullshit." he slams his dick into your gummy walls with zero hesitation. "mello do this, mello do that. mello, don't do that. mello why are you home so late? mello pay attention to me." he mocks you as he thrusts into your wet pussy.

"is this enough attention for you, princess." he laughs with a venomous smirk. his anger had gotten the best of him tonight. not that you minded all that much.

#─ ♡ death note #death note #death note x reader #death note smut #mello death note #mello x reader #mello smut #mihael kheel x reader #mihael keehl #mihael kheel smut

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asimpforyagami · 2 months

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kidnapped. (mello)

↷ A/N ─ my first time writing actual smut please give constructive criticism or i'll cry bye. just to confirm btw this is NOT rape/non-con. the reader consents. thank you.

★ COUNT ─ 2.5k

!! TAGS ─ f!reader, kidnapping, yandere!mello, smut, dry-humping, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, praise kink, nicknames (good girl, pretty boy, etc.), floor-fucking, a little cockwarming at the end

★ PROLOGUE ─ your ex kidnaps you because you are a useful asset to kira. or does he have a different reason?

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

You struggled against the tight ropes that bound you. Your mouth was covered with a thick layer of duct tape, your eyes blindfolded so you were enveloped in darkness. Your back hurt, and you realized you had been tied to a chair all along.

Suddenly, you felt the blindfold gently untie itself from around your hair, and you opened your eyes meekly. It took a while for them to adjust themselves to the brightness of the place. You surveyed the room cautiously. The details gradually came into focus, revealing a dimly lit, unfamiliar space with bare walls and a single, flickering light bulb overhead. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by distant, muffled sounds of breathing from behind you.

You strained against the ropes again, trying to free yourself from the chair, but to no avail. You panicked, trying to recall how you ended up here. But your memories were hazy, and you couldn't think of anything, especially with the sharp pains of your aching head.

The person behind you moved into your line of sight. With a quick motion, they removed the duct tape from your mouth, causing you to wince at the uncomfortable tingling sensation.

"Easy there," a familiar voice said.

You had heard this person speak before. But where? Your mind ran through all the voices you had ever heard in your entire lifetime - your parents, your teachers, Kira. You blinked slowly, your eyes beginning to register your vision. With a jolt, you realized who the person in front of you was.

"Mello?" you said in disbelief, your voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

"Quiet, honey," he whispered and crouched down to be at eye-level with you, his expression revealing neither malice nor sympathy.

"Why am I here?" you demanded. The throbbing pain in your head intensified from this new revelation, your eyes darting around to check for any possible escape routes - doors, windows, anything.

"Who is Kira?" Mello caressed your lips, soothing the tingling left by the duct tape.

"Kira?" you blinked. "I don't know. I'm in the Task Fo-"

"Shut up."

Mello's harsh command silenced you, and you felt a surge of fear. His grip on your chin tightened, his eyes narrowing as if reading your mind, boring into your soul.

"Listen, here, sweet pea," he said coldly, "we just need you to confess that Light Yagami is Kira. Then you will be fine."

"Light Yagami?" you tried not to show the panic you felt on your face. "The chief's son?"

"Y/N, please," Mello said sternly, getting up to pace around the room, circling you. "I know you're connected to Kira. I know Light Yagami is Kira. You have been helping Kira and you cannot fool me."

"I need information," he continued, stopping in front of you once more. "And you're going to give it to me. One way or another."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you insisted, your voice shaky. "I'm not connected to Kira. I'm a part of the Task Force, and I'm doing all I can to stop him!"

Mello scoffed. "Save the lies for someone who might believe them. I've been tracking Kira for a while, and your involvement doesn't go unnoticed."

"I can't give you information I don't have," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice. "I'm innocent, Mello. Please, let me go."

"'Please, let me go'?" he repeated mockingly. "'I'm innocent'? Do you know who you're trying to lie to right now?"

"Please, Mello, I'll do anything. Let me go," you begged him.

"Anything?" Mello bent down to you once more. "Anything?"

"Yes, Mello, anything."

"Strip."

You stared. What?

"Strip?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, hoping against hope that you had misheard him.

Mello's expression remained impassive, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"You heard me," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Strip."

He leaned forward and tore the ropes with a pocketknife, starting with your legs and then moving to your hands.

"Mello-"

"Y/N. I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong," he sighed. "I just don't want hidden trackers exposing your location."

His expression softened slightly, and he seemed more... human. But it was quickly replaced by an unfathomable expression once more, looking at you with expectancy.

You rubbed your now free wrists, still sore from the tight bindings, and looked at Mello with a mixture of gratitude and unease.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I... I thought-."

"Strip, Y/N. I don't have all day."

Mello's insistence snapped you back to reality. Despite his explanation, his order made you feel uncomfortable. But you knew that compliance was your best chance at survival right now.

With trembling hands, you unbuttoned your blouse, slowly, as if hoping Mello would ask you to stop. You removed the blouse, and moved on to your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor. Now you were left in your bra and panties, and he stiffened at the sight but did not look away.

You moved to your bra, unhooking it, suddenly feeling a bit confident as you maintained eye contact with your ex-boyfriend. You sensually let it hang around your breasts, before pulling it down completely. Similarly, you raised your hips a little to take your panties off, gliding them off your legs and near Mello.

Mello, on the other hand, grew increasingly nervous. He was still looking directly into your eyes as if daring you to make him look at your exposed chest and pussy.

"There you go," you said. "You can check all you want."

Mello nodded, his nervousness dissolving as he adamantly checked your clothes, finding nothing there. You, however, smirked a little to yourself. When Mello finished checking your clothes, he turned to you, but you surprised him by putting your bare feet on his growing bulge, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Still so hard for me, Mihael Keehl?" you cooed.

"No, shut-" he began, but was immediately cut off by a kiss.

He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, his mind and body going numb from the pressure on his lips. You leaned in more, your legs giving in (from their lack of use), making you fall on his lap, your pussy sitting directly on his hard crotch.

You rubbed yourself against his crotch as you continued the kiss, pussy getting wet imagining how long his dick would be by now. Mello all of a sudden seemed to have woken up from a slumber, and he showed this by kissing you back as roughly as he could.

"Gosh, Y/N. I - fucking - missed you - so much," he said between sloppy kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying you down on the floor as gently as he could. He increased the pace of his dick and your pussy rubbing, groaning as he unbuckled his belt and pull both his pants and boxers down in one go.

His dick sprang out and you immediately got up to give it a little kiss, making him shudder. You slowly shoved him backwards so he lay down, giving you easy access to his dick. You looked down at him. So vulnerable. So needy. So long and hard. Just for you.

You bent down and licked the tip of his dick, his hips springing upward, begging for more. You forced him to continue lying down, teasing him with small licks and kisses at the tip.

"Y/N, please," he groaned. "It's hurting, please."

"So good at begging, aren't you?" You sucked on his dick and he moaned in pleasure.

"Ah, Y/N, fuck, yes."

You sucked and licked his dick, top to bottom, your tongue working as you kept circling it. Your head bobbed on his dick, and your pleasure lay in his continuous moaning. Your hand pumped his dick a few times, soon replaced by your tongue, and you continued the process over and over.

"Y/N, yes, yes, fuck, I'm going to come."

"Do it," you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy."

"Oh god, yes, shit, shit," he cursed, soon coming inside your mouth, and you swallowed it, winking at him lightly as he lay on the floor panting, taking more than a few moments to catch his breath.

"My turn," he smirked finally and pushed you down on the floor harshly, a hand behind your head to protect it from injuries.

He kissed your neck, dragging his tongue along your collarbones, then latching onto the hard nipple of your right breast, massaging the other one with a free hand, and soon switching breasts. He continued licking, pinching and kneading your breasts, a few sinful sounds escaping your mouth before he started moving downwards, leaving feathery kisses along the way.

Your breath hitched when you felt the kisses sliding from your inner thighs to your pussy, your hands ready to push his head in further in case he tried to tease you as you did to him. Your fingers groped his hair gently in soft motions, caressing his head and waiting.

He was so close to your pussy, his breath hot against your clit. You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to eat you out. However, he continued to smirk against your entrance, not moving at all.

"Mello, please," you begged, your voice a little shaky from the earlier blowjob.

"Please what?" He asked, his voice low and husky. You groaned and tried to shove his head in your pussy, but he didn't budge.

"Please, Mello," you whimpered. "Touch me. Please, touch me."

His smirk became wider in response, and he proceeded to give one long stroke of a lick against your clit. You arched your back in surprise and he pushed you down harshly, chuckling and licking you again. His tongue circled your clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

"So wet for me. Such a good girl," he moaned against your skin.

You moaned with pleasure, smiling a little at the praise. He sure knew how to keep you happy even after you two broke up.

Mello continued to lick and suck your clit, suddenly sliding his fingers into you. This caught you by surprise, and both your hands reached out to hold onto his biceps, clinging onto him for dear life while he fucked you with his fingers.

"Good girl, moan for me now, go on," he groaned and licked you again, his fingers moving in and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Mello, yes," you cried out, releasing your built-up orgasm and letting it hit you hard with a wave of pleasure.

He continued to overstimulate you, and you felt as if you were gonna pass out with pleasure. His fingers continued pulsing in and out of your tight little pussy, and you felt your inevitable second orgasm approaching quick.

"Mello, shit I'm coming again," you whined, your body shaking as you released all over his fingers again.

Mello's smirk grew, if possible, even wider. He finally removed his fingers from inside of you and licked them, maintaining a seductive eye contact with you all the while. His tongue lapped at your pussy, cleaning up your juices.

"So tasty. All mine."

He kissed your thighs and looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. You reached out to touch his hair, but he moved away.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said and pumped his hard dick a few times, looking down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled, and you gave a tiny, "Yes, please," in response as he pulled your legs apart with his right knee and lined his dick up with your pussy.

You closed your eyes yet again, biting your lip. Even throughout your relationship, whenever the two of you had sex, you wondered if his long, thick cock would even fit inside your tiny pussy.

Mello seemed to have read your mind, for he gave your thigh a little tap as reassurance before pushing into you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a loud cry at the pain, which transformed into a strangled moan as glee filled your body. He pulled out, eyes on yours as if asking if you were okay with this. You nodded slowly, and he wasted no time in thrusting inside again and pulling out in a rhythm, his hands on your hips. He picked up the pace steadily and began moving in and out of you at a rapid speed, fucking you hard.

"Fuck you, Y/N, you're so tight," he growled, arms reaching out to hug you while his hips did the work. Your screams were loud and clear, and while you were probably at the Mafia's base right now, you were sure that none of Mello's men would dare to enter the room.

He grunted, his hips slamming into you, fucking you harder and harder. His dick repeatedly hit your cervix with every thrust, and you felt yourself melt under the satisfaction he made you feel. For god's sake, why did you leave him in the first place? You couldn't remember. Not right now. All that mattered at this moment was his fast and inhumane speed of thrusting and your strangled moans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his hips slamming into you.

You nodded furiously, letting him know he could come inside you any time of the day. Mello groaned loudly and released his cum inside your pussy, still, however, continuing to thrust in it in anticipation of your third orgasm. He continued to fuck you relentlessly, his dick pounding into you as he groaned and moaned himself.

"Mello, no! Shit, I'm gonna come again," you shouted out as you felt your third orgasm in less than an hour advance faster.

"Come, darling," he snarled. "Come all over this dick. Claim this dick, Y/N L/N."

You yelled out as you came once more, your body shaking as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and slowed down his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you.

"Oh, god, you were so fucking good," he said, collapsing on top of you. "I trained this pussy well, didn't I?"

You gave a breathless chuckle in response, while he continued to keep his dick inside you still, not wanting to let go of the warm sensation of your pussy yet. He kissed your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I still love you, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled slightly, holding onto his muscly back as he lay on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. You ran a hand through his soft, blonde hair.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your voice soft and gentle.

He blinked in surprise and his face broke into a smile.

"I should've known. Floor-fucking was always your thing."

#mello #mello death note #mello 2024 #mihael keehl #death note x y/n #death note x reader #death note smut #death note x you #death note #mello dn #mello x reader #mello x y/n #mello x you #smut #mello smut

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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💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

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juicyc0utur3 · 13 days

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random mello hcs w/ fem! reader

hi guys, sorry i haven’t rlly posted in a minute, i’ve js been busy lately

but i hope you enjoy ^^

warnings: smut, spicy hcs here and there, praise, degradation if you squint

nsfw content under the cut

• you guys met by you joining the mafia or just becoming involved in the kira case

• you two stay in the same apartment, just to make work easier

• it takes so long for this man to see you as a friend, let alone a partner

• for a while, he kinda just sees you as a coworker/roommate of sorts, but that doesn’t mean he hates you

• before you guys started dating, you’d bring him chocolate sometimes with little notes that would tell him not to overwork, have a nice day, etc etc

• he would mumble a quiet thank you for those things whenever he saw you again, but all in all he doesn’t rlly know how to show gratitude for anything

• asking him out was really blunt

• you guys were working and it kinda js slipped out

“could i be your girlfriend?”

“..what?”

• he’s definitely confused bc he doesn’t know what makes him attractive to her bc look at her she’s so gorgeous but he does accept

• he’s never been in a real relationship before, having been at the orphanage for most of his childhood and secluded as an adult, but he does his best and it shows :D

• small but sweet little things he does, like buying you something he sees you looking at in a store, or js getting you your fav candy or sweet along with his chocolate

• no little notes like you did, but it was still sweet

• relationship may be a bit toxic bc he is very insecure, and is smth of a workaholic

• but it works really well if you guys communicate and talk things out, and for the most part he’s a distant but kind boyfriend

• loves to kiss the bridge of your nose

• idk it just feels right

• he’s a top 99.9% of the time

• on the occasion where you wanna top, he’ll never be against it, but prefers towering over you and getting to see your face better

• go to position is missionary, but if you wanna try smth different, he will always be open to it

• bites you during sex, soft most of the time but rough on occasion

• wherever he is for the longest i can guarantee you’ll have a mark there later

• brat tamer

• will make you beg for what feels like forever just for him to touch you if you’re being bratty

• will call you things like slut, whore, etc

• but if you’re usually submissive in bed, he’d love that just as much, murmuring praises into your ears as he does literally anything

“good girl, taking me so well..”

“can you hold on a little longer for me, doll?”

• just ask nicely for him to let you come and he’ll kiss your neck and speed up a bit to get you where you wanna be :3

• i’ve seen people paint him as this constant tease and rough orgasm denier during sex

• but tbh i feel like unless you’re being bratty he’ll take his time and be exceptionally gentle

• still a tease ofc but not like incredibly rough

• his voice during sex >

• he could say the most out of pocket thing and it would still sound hot

• isn’t incredibly educated on aftercare, but he does his best

• like first time you guys ever did it, he probs helped cleaned you up and gave you some kisses and then js went back to work

• but if you ask him if he can stay longer, he’ll oblige with no hesitation, holding you close as you rest

• he will give you everything you want within reason as long as you just communicate it to him

• loves loves loves hickies

• giving them, receiving them, he doesn’t care

• first time you gave him one he was asking almost begging you to give him more

• wears them out in public w pride

• marks you up if you’re going somewhere w a lot of people, not in an insecure way, but js so ppl know not to bother you :3

• POSSESSIVE

• lets you brush and play w his hair a lot

• if you enjoy having your hair played with he is the man for the job

• pulls your hair as you take him in your mouth, breathing heavy as you suck him off like a pro WHAT WHO SAID THAT

• not super vocal during sex, surprisingly enough

• the first time you were slightly worried you were doing something wrong until you heard him let out a faint moan

• he makes light noises tho, like you can hear his breath hitch and soft sighs and groans out of his mouth

• doesn’t whimper, but he loves it if you do

• might be embarrassed if he makes a louder noise by accident but it just makes you go faster which he appreciates

• his lack of volume is another one of his reasons he likes praising you, just so you know you’re doing everything right

“good, good.. just like that, keep going..”

• he would like fruity drinks like the starbucks refreshers, i will die on this hill

• isn’t clingy but enjoys being physically close to you

• like sitting beside you, sleeping in the same bed even if you aren’t cuddling, that type of thing

• i can imagine he’d be up for cuddling but you’d have to ask fs

• motorcycle rides

• motorcycle sex

• likes those tozo coffee candies

• lets you paint his nails, if it goes w what he’s wearing

• small physical things

• ruffling your hair, playfully poking you in the head, cupping your face as he kisses you

• listens to the cure, deftones, smashing pumpkins, and the smiths. idk he just seems like he would

• music might help him focus better

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mailjeevasfan · 1 year

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hii! Can you do death note cast with a fem s/o who is very pretty, nice and rich pls? Like those pretty girls with Dior and Channel

ofc!

-death note x fem!reader

-light, l lawliet, misa amane, mello, matt, near, matsuda

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dn characters with a sweet gf who loves designers ❦

light

-he’d probably look good with a gf like this

-light is eager to make his public image look good, and having a presentable and wealthy girlfriend is definitely going to help with that.

-it feels strange to say but bro has a stressful life lmao so you being super sweet and nice all the time is going to be good for him. even if he doesn’t appreciate it on the outside very often, he really does.

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l lawliet

-i don’t think he would care too much for designer clothes and stuff like that. i mean, have you seen him

-however he appreciates that it is important to you. he knows that it’s the kind of thing you’re interested in, and slowly begins to compliment you when you have a new top or expensive perfume on etc (i’d like to believe you do this to get him to notice). i can also see him buying you gifts he knows you’d like, the crazy ass skyscraper he built proves he has the money (i’m still confused about that. aizawa had the realest perspective)

-i also think he’d find your personality cute. as much as he’d like to believe he’s great at staying on track with his work, even with you around, he can’t resist how sweet you are sometimes.

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misa amane

-would LOOOVE this!! she’d absolutely adore having a gf who appreciates high end fashion the way she does.

-even if your styles differ at times, you still both have a great eye for this sort of thing. you love to borrow each others clothes and go shopping together and stuff.

-i think misa with another very nice and wealthy girl would go down well tbh. you both being so sweet would work well and you’d be very close, especially due to your common interests.

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mello

-he’s a pretty stylish guy let’s be real. even if he doesn’t get it the way you do, with the specific designers you like, he still appreciates your love for that kind of thing.

-he’d never say it, but he finds your style very cute. i think he’d also buy you gifts that you’d really like. if he saw you in something he bought for you, he’d be so so happy

-your personality contrasts his well. he learns that he needs to be less aggressive and crazy all the time LMAO. in return, he teaches you to be more blunt sometimes. he totally teases you for being kinda preppy and for ur niceness from time to time. IN AN ENDEARING WAY THO

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matt

-kind of similar to l, except he can understand the want to be more fashionable. i mean he has drip bffr

-but seriously he gets it, but probably isn’t all that interested. he likes to see you happy when you’re in your favourite clothes, it makes him happy to see it. he probably doesn’t care about wealthiness, he just loves you because of who you are

-however, like mello, he also probably teases you for being kind of preppy and also being super sweet and nice.

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near

-this sounds so weird and stupid but i feel like near would appreciate the craftsmanship and detail orientation of the clothing? LMAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN he’s obviously not interested in fashion one bit but that’s kind of his way of trying to understand your love for it. it’s just how his brain sees it

-he would also buy you new clothes and stuff because it’s an easier way for him to show affection

-he really likes your personality too. he’s a pretty cold guy most of the time so you manage to warm him up a little ig

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matsuda

-aw i think he’d be so cute. i think matsuda is another person who genuinely gets your love of expensive clothes and materialistic things. he strikes me as a guy who would love love love to own a very expensive watch (you buy him one for his birthday. he cries)

-he’s the sweetest man alive so he’s probably the best match for a person like this on the list imo

-you guys are the cutest little couple. misa especially would find you guys absolutely adorable

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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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cherubguts0 · 2 years

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🕯:How I think the deathnote characters would react to y/n leaving them a hickey on their neck

♥️First time writing on here :33 I hope you guys like this!! I’ve also posted this on twitter @/CupidsGuts

🕯Characters: Light Yagami, L Lawlet, Misa Amane, Nate Rivers (Near), mail jeevas (matt), and Miheal Keehl (mello)

Light Yagami:

Wouldn’t be the happiest with it, now having to find a way to cover up not only the bruise you left, but the bite mark too.

Don’t get him wrong! He absolutely loved it, but he’d prefer if you’d done it lower on his neck.

He made sure to leave you with a hickey you could cover, not wanting to be petty

He gets a little embarrassed when L brings it up.

“We should be focusing on the Kira case, not my neck”

“You’re Right, however, You’re neck is very distracting” -L

L Lawlet:

To be honest, he didn’t even notice that you left a hickey on his neck till that morning as he was getting dressed

“Angel? What’s this? You know I have work”

“I couldn’t resist! Plus it looks cute!!”

He ended up putting a band aid over it, which honestly drew in a lot more attention then the hickey

After work, he made sure to get pay back, leaving hickeys all over you’re thighs and neck, making it so you wouldn’t be able to wear normal shirts, skirts or shorts for a whole week

Not that you mind though, in fact you even wore you’re shortest shorts and the cutest tank top to the task force head quarters just to mess with him

Misa Amane:

She absolutely loves being marked up by you. Happily displaying and show casing the mark on her neck

Her modeling agency wasn’t too happy about it, taking a majority of their time coving it up with make up before photo shoots

She left you with a couple too, hers being heart shaped

“Woah, how’d you make em into hearts?”

“Hehe, it’s a secret”

She liked the way light would look at the two of you, she thought he was jealous cuz she’d managed to score the hottest person in the world

Near (Nate Rivers):

He didn’t really care to be honest, no one In the ncu had said anything about it

Near didnt even bother to cover it up, the bright purple mark on display for everyone to see, the mark coming just above where his shirt collar started.

Of course, he got his pay back, leaving a bunch of harsh bite marks all over your neck and collar bones, which hurt like a bitch.

The only time he’d ever cover up a mark you left is when he had to meet up with important people

Matt (Mail Jeevas):

Absolutely loves them, hes a total sucker for any types of marks left on his body.

Made sure to wear low cut shirts and tank tops to show them off along with the dark scratch marks on his back

Of course, you were left with plenty of marks too, ur skin still had a little wax left over from last nights activities ;)

“You look good with those marks, I should of left more”

“You should of left more kitten” -Matt

Mello (Miheal Keehl):

Just like Matt, mello Fucking loves ur hickeys.

As soon aa he felt you leaving one, he begged you to cover his entire neck and chest in them

When he woke up the next morning he took his time admiring the marks, running his fingers along the new bruises and bite marks that now covers a good portion of his neck

“You like them?”

“I love them, I need more”

Mello happily shows them off, loving how his mafia members get jealous that he got some last night

He’s taken about a million photos of them by now

Did I mention he’s absolutely obsessed with the marks you leave on him?

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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📺~ hello, all! i hope you have all had a lovely day<33 today i have some fluffy death note headcanons/scenarios so enjoy!!

gn!reader

asking them “can i kiss you?” ft. light, l, near, mello, and matt!

light

ᥫ᭡ he’s silent for a bit just after you timidly ask, and it makes you think that maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. but just when you’re beginning to feel embarrassed, he gently takes your chin and presses your lips to his.

it’s a short but sweet kiss, and he isn’t too rough. he thinks it’s cute how you blush and avert your eyes after your lips break apart. light also really likes the fact that you asked- even though he would have been just fine if you’d kissed him without a warning.

l lawliet

l is actually caught off guard. he isn’t even totally used to the idea of having a partner yet, let alone physical affection. still, he nods slowly, and he’s completely in love when your lips touch his. he does his best to kiss you back properly- not overly rough but not too tender.

there’ll be a few seconds of silence afterward with the both of you blushing like crazy and avoiding each other’s gazes. but soon, l will turn back to you and ask if he can kiss you again. the second kiss will probably be longer than the first.

near

“…you want to kiss me?”

he will also not be expecting it, but he was really quite anxious to kiss you. near just doesn’t know how to initiate something like that- so he’s really glad that you asked; now he won’t feel so strange about initiating physical touch later.

his eyes will drop down to rest on your lips for a half a second before he moves in to place his lips on yours as carefully as possible- he doesn’t want to accidentally be too rough. it’s not long before near pulls away though, but it’s just to take you in before he kisses you again more deeply. there might be a hand on your cheek or jaw this time. he finds he really enjoys kissing you and doesn’t really want to let go.

mello

if he hadn’t kissed you himself already without being prompted, i would be surprised. but when you ask, it’s pretty clear he’s been waiting for the invitation for a while. mello did try to be patient for you.

he won’t go as hard as he usually would for any other kiss, starting out gingerly enough. but when you show no sign of wanting to pull away, he’ll kiss you harder, losing much of his restraint. mello probably will put a hand on your face or neck. he does pull away eventually, smirking some when he sees the flustered look on your face and your attempts to conceal the smile spreading across your lips.

matt

“i thought you’d never ask!”

matt is eager to kiss you and happy that you asked; he definitely finds it cute. his demeanor is cool on the outside, but his stomach is doing cartwheels. someone as attractive as you asking if you could kiss him??

he doesn’t waste any time in pressing his lips to yours. if you’re standing, he might also pin you by your shoulder against a wall to keep you still while he kisses you. feeling you smile against his lips makes his entire day. when you pull away, you both feel like it wasn’t enough.

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