#death note x fem!reader

[yujis-world-jjk]

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

[yazzwrites6962]

Lonely ♡ L Lawliet

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ L Lawliet x Fem!Wife!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! Established relationship between L and the reader. This is the first smut I have ever written, so pleaseeeeee be patient with me. I'm just a baby writer (I'm over 18. Don't take this literally). If you find any more warnings I should list, please let me know! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Summary: It's lonely being the wife of the greatest detective in the world, especially when he's not the best at showing affection. However, something seems different about him today.

Word Count: 2533

Warnings: Sexual content, themes of loneliness, slight angst, OOC L, Fem! oral receiving, penetration, unprotected intercourse, light breeding kink, praise, begging, daddy kink, creampie.

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married him. You knew there would be many nights when he wouldn't come home. You knew there were some compromises you would have to make. Still, it took its toll on you over the years.

It felt like he married you out of convenience. You met young, and you fell so deeply in love with L the moment you saw him. Maybe it was his wit, or the deep charming look in his eyes. All your friends teased your obvious, painful crush on him. You didn't care. Your heart was set from the moment you met him.

The day he approached you and asked you to marry him was the happiest day of your life. You readily agreed without a second thought. You didn't pause to question why he asked. You didn't ponder about the fact you had only a handful of interactions.

"After much observation, I had determined that you will make an exceptional spouse." That's what L always told you when you would ask why. It was true. On the rare occasion that your husband was home, he had a nice meal waiting for him. He had a clean home and a made bed. It was a practical relationship.

He gave you affection, of course, but it always seemed like a chore to him. There were only a handful of times the two of you had been intimate. He never fully seemed to give himself to you, and the loneliness began to weigh you down.

A quick buzz sounded from your phone. You pull yourself off the couch, stretching a bit before checking the notification. It was a text from your husband. He was on his way home, after a week of being caught up in his work and sleeping at the office again. Despite all your conflicting feelings, butterflies fill your stomach. You love your husband. That has never changed.

You rush yourself to the kitchen. Early in your marriage, you'd managed to learn how to make his favorite desserts. You began to slave away over the counters, wanting to give your best effort. L was rarely ever home, so when he was, you gave it your all.

You hear the front door open. He's home much faster than you had anticipated. The desserts you were working on are still baking. You hadn't had time to get ready. Your hair was a mess, your clothes covered in creams and flour, and no makeup. You see L round the corner into the kitchen before his eyes land on you.

"Welcome home, Sweetheart." You say with a chuckle. "You came so much quicker than I thought you would. I haven't had time to finish my cooking or clean myself up."

L is silent, his gaze fixed on you. You grow nervous, fearing his disapproval. He seems tense or frustrated. You have trouble telling what's going on in his mind. He nearly never opens up about his feelings to you.

"Is everything alright? You seem... quiet." You comment, wiping your hands and approaching your husband. "Is everything going alright at work?"

"I want to have intercourse," Your eyes widen as L finally speaks. There were not the words you were expecting to hear. Not even a greeting. Straight to the point. "With you, of course."

"W-Well, no duh with me! I'd sure hope so!" You choke out, growing embarrassed. "What's this about? You seem off, Sweetheart. What's going on?"

"I love you." L says suddenly. He had only said this once before, on your wedding day, and you hardly believed that. It only felt as though it was part of his vows. You were always the more affectionate one, expressing your love without expecting any response.

"I... I love you too." You mutter, shocked by this sudden declaration. "W-What's going on, L. Seriously. If something is wrong, I need to know. I want to help."

"I know you do. You always have." L gives you a rare smirk, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. Hugs were given on occasion, but this felt different. You could hear his heart beating out of his chest as you lay your head against him. "You have always been my greatest ally, Y/N. I realize that my appreciation for you goes unspoken more often than not. I would like to have intercourse, as a display of my gratitude and affection for you."

You look up at him, scanning his expression. It's comforting to feel his embrace. It's something you rarely get to experience. Yet, you feel this must be too good to be true.

"Darling, you don't have to do anything like that for me to know that you appreciate me, or that you care." Although, in the past year, you truly haven't felt appreciated or loved. You've felt more like a maid than anything.

"Y/N, I want you." He says, in a tone that sounds like a nearly frustrated whine. It's a sound you have never heard before. Still, everything indicates that he is speaking the truth.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning down to meet you face to face. His hands reach to your chin, tilting your head slightly. It's almost as if he's inspecting your face. Just as you are about to ask what he is doing, his lips land on yours.

Your husband was never fond of kissing. He was disgusted by the idea of sharing saliva. Yet, here you were, squeaking in surprise as his tongue forced his way into your mouth. You relax into the kiss. It's soft, and passionate. Your heartbeat practically echoes throughout the room as your excitement increases.

His hands find their way to your waist. He rubs circles on your skin and toys with the fabric of your shirt. You lean into him, your hands roaming his surprisingly toned chest. When you first married, he was much scrawnier than he is now. The thought of your wedding fills your heart with joy.

It was a small ceremony. Private. Very few people knew. Still, you felt as though you were the luckiest girl in the world. When those doors finally opened and L laid his eyes on you, you could've sworn you saw him tear up.

"You are arousing." He whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your pleasant memories. His hands snake under your shirt and gently trace your bare skin. "Even such minimal contact with you can cause a physical reaction."

You look down to see the outline of a very large bulge through L's sweatpants. His arms wrap at your hips, picking you up off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His erection prods against you. He carries you to your bedroom, gently placing you onto the bed. His dominance and affection are unusual, but very much welcome.

"Do I have your consent to remove your clothes and proceed with intercourse?" You chuckle at his formality. You've known him so long. He's seen every part of you. Yet, something still makes your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yes, Lawliet. You do." With that, his hands swiftly move to your pants, sliding them off your hips, down your thighs, and finally off your body entirely. He kneels against the side of the bed, peppering kisses on your skin.

Beforehand, intimacy felt somewhat cold and distant. He had always kept your enjoyment in mind, but had never shown so much affection as he had been showing now.

You feel your arousal pooling as his kisses make their way higher and higher, his thumb teasing at the waistline of your panties. He hooks his index finger around them, slowly pulling them down.

"My, someone is eager." He jokes, his hands positioning your thighs over his shoulders. "Open wide for me, Princess." Simply the sound of his husky voice calling you an affectionate pet name would've made your heart race. What makes your heart nearly explode was the feeling of his tongue swiping a line up your wet core. You let out a shaky breath as he continues, lapping up your arousal.

At first, he is slow and delicate. This is something you had never done before. L was never a fan of foreplay. He enjoyed getting straight to the point. However, as small whimpers and moans escaped your throat, his intensity increased. He grew desperate to hear more, devouring you like an animal. Your thighs squeezed around his head, but this did not stop him. His tongue continued to make your mind go cloudy. Soon, you felt your climax approaching.

"L-Lawliet!" You whimper, moans cascading from your mouth like a waterfall. "I can't take much more!" Your hands, which once gripped the bedsheets, travel to your husband's unruly hair. You tug it lightly, causing him to grunt. His nails dig into your waist as he continues.

Soon, you find yourself releasing on his face with a loud moan. He licks up your liquids and you squeak as his tongue passes back over your most sensitive parts.

Your husband stands, his chest heaving as he undresses. Any remaining garments of yours are shed quickly as well. The moment feels so intimate, and vulnerable. You reach towards the nightstand. With how infrequently you and your husband would have intercourse, you find it somewhat pointless to consistently take birth control. Instead, your primary contraceptive was now condoms. However, L's hand stops you at your wrist.

"I want to have a child. Would this be acceptable to you?" He asks, gently, his eyes never leaving yours. This feels like such a sudden development. L had never expressed interest in having a family before. However, this was something you had been hoping for since the beginning. Tears of joy fill your eyes as you nod. "May I have your verbal confirmation?"

"Of course, my Love." You say quickly, as if the opportunity will pass you by. "I'd want nothing more, but where is this coming from?" Your husband smiles as he leans over your frame, his arms on either side of you.

"I have found myself thinking of you more and more often. The idea of protecting and providing for you has always been in my mind. Yet, in the past few weeks, I have been craving your warmth under the pressure of my current case." L says softly. You listen intently. He has rarely ever opened up about his feelings. Especially not about your relationship. "I do not mean physical warmth in this context. Although, that is something I have missed. I am referring to your overwhelming domesticity and optimism. You are comforting."

"I find you comforting too." Your hand cups his cheek. He nods, happy with your response as he lifts your right leg ever so slightly, positioning himself at your entrance. You look down, spotting his throbbing cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You didn't think it possible to become more aroused than you already were, but here you felt your heart race faster and your face grow warmer. He teases you, rubbing himself against your wetness. "Please, Baby." You groan, earning a hitch in breath from L.

He pushes himself in slowly, feeling your warm walls squeeze around his as he bottoms out. He exhales a shaky breath, his nails clawing at the sheets and his eyes squeezed shut. He fears that if he opens his eyes and sees you beneath him, he wouldn't last.

"You take me so well." His voice is low, and he finally opens his eyes. He has given you a few moments to adjust, and he begins to pump in and out of you.

His thrusts are slow and loving at first as he praises you, peppering you with kisses. As your moans and whimpers grow louder, his thrusts pick up in speed, like he's feeding off your pleasure. The sounds of wet slapping skin fill the room, accompanied with L's occasional labored breaths and grunts. Your legs are wrapped around his hips, and your nails scratch into his back. You can tell your husband is getting closer to his climax, as his thrusts become more animalistic and sloppier.

"That's my good girl." He growls as your walls tighten; you're getting closer to your release as well. You whimper, his name slipping from your lips. This only seems to send him further into depravity, as he lets out a loud groan and a hand grabs at your ass.

"I-I'm so close-" You whimper as your husband presses into your sweet spot over and over again. His pace slows down, his eyes laced with desire.

"Beg for it. Beg to cum for me, or I will stop." You don't dare test or tease him. You know that he absolutely has the self-control to stop right then and there. Your legs tighten around his hips.

"No! Please! Don't stop, L. Please, I need this so bad. Please, let me cum. You make me feel so good Daddy." Though you had never called him this before, it seemed to unlock something within him. His thrusts become faster than you can handle, and your orgasm begins to wash over you. "A-Ah! Please! Right there!"

"Fuck." He whispers, lowering his head beside yours. You can hear his subtle cursing and growls right in your ear. Your mind fogs as you reach your climax, biting down on his shoulder as you cum on his cock. "G-Gonna cum-" He does so soon after, emptying himself out inside you with a couple extra thrusts.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you. The glimmer of sweat on his bare chest is truly a sight to see. Somehow, his hair managed to get even messier than it usually is. You giggle, happy to see your husband in such a vulnerable state.

"I hope you found this satisfactory." He turns to you, his eyes shining with affection and adoration. You turn on your side, laying your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"What's gotten into you?" You ask, tracing doodles on his body with your finger. He hums, thinking of a proper way to answer your question. "You're very affectionate today."

"There are a pair of individuals I have been observing for a time. They go by the names of Light Yagami and Misa Amane. Miss Amane is quite affectionate with Mr. Yagami. However, I notice that he often will not return this sentiment. She is left unsatisfied and desperate for any crumb of attention from Light." L turns to you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "I do not desire to do the same to you. I do love you, Y/N. Since the day I met you. I would like to have a family with you. I would like to be more present. I want you to feel the love I have for you."

You smile, hugging his tightly. You try to hold the tears in your eyes. You've always been relatively confident that he cared for you and loved you. He just shows his affection a little differently. Yet, his concern for your happiness filled a loneliness you'd refused to acknowledge for a long time.

"I love you too."

[thehandsresisthim]

“mellow matters”

contains: smut, sub!mello, sub!matt, mean dom!reader, matt gives mello a handjob, reader is mean, all three of you are in a relationship, bondage (handcuffs), edging, kinda long-term orgasm denial ig

word count: ~1.100

“F-fu-uhhh… fuck y-you both!” the blond man currently resting his head on your chest yells, a desperate tone in his voice.

Your other boyfriend just smiles. “That’s not going to happen anytime soon.” he states plainly, a lazy grin on his face.

Mello growls as Matt continues his lazy strokes; up-and-down, all over his sensitive dick, but way too slow to offer any relief. It’s been a while now, and Mello feels… sticky. His pre has been leaking, and Matt's relentless abuse on his cock has spread the milky white fluid all over his stomach and thighs, too.

You gently push some of the golden blond hair from Mello’s face - not like it’s going to do anything with how much he’s shaking - but still, he leans into your touch.

“You’re so pretty, Mihael.” you say in a sugary tone. Mello practically preens, ignoring the pressure on his dick for a second.

“T-thanks…” he says, sounding almost vulnerable and surprised. But he snaps back to his usual self in just a second, ��I-I know. You’re not the first person to notice.”

“It’s good that you know. You’re my pretty boy. My little sweetheart…” you say and run your fingers over his neck, feeling his pulse.

“Mmh…” Mello mumbles in response and nuzzles his head into your chest. Although you can’t see it - he gives Matt a triumphant smile, his eyes glinting. ‘I’m getting more attention!’ is what Mello’s smile seems to say.

Matt responds by squeezing his head particularly harshly. Within a second, Mello pushes his hips up as he loudly moans.

“Mello,” you say, and pull your comforting hand away from his neck, “didn’t we agree that good boys don’t push their hips up? Don’t good boys stay still?”

Mello squints his eyes and turns his head to look at you. His right arm twitches - he wants to point an accusing finger at Matt - but the cuffs around his wrists stop him.

“‘S his fault. Matt…”

“His fault? Mello, you’re responsible for what your body does. Surely, an intelligent, smart boy like you can control his slutty little hips, right?”

“S-shut up! I… I will.” Mello protests, as he gives you an annoyed glance.

“I’m sure you can, my pretty darling.”

Matt chuckles. “But you’re still not going to cum tonight.” he says, voice raspy and breathy, “master has already told me that you’re not allowed.”

The blond man groans in response, eyes flickering with panic for a second. Matt grins at him, his eyes glazed over as he continues his relentless stroking.

Mello throws you a dirty glare, now, all affection gone from his eyes.

“Do you- seriously-“ he stutters, eyes narrowing as he attempts to fight the restraints.

You just give Matt a very pissed off lock. “I just told Matt that he is not allowed to give you any release.”

You gently wrap your arms around Mello, and carefully play with his hair. “I will make you cum later, don’t worry.”

“Regarding Matt, however…”

The redhead has the audacity to continue smirking, still looking lazy and downright unbothered at the fact that you’re probably not going to be so nice to him now.

You affectionately kiss Mello’s neck, just below his right ear. He relaxes a little - but it’s still obvious that Matt has gotten to him.

You decide to throw him a bone.

“Mello, why don’t you choose how I’m going to punish Matt?”

The blond man nods eagerly, and he slowly seems to calm down. “Matt… Matt has t’ make me… make me cum.” he says in an eager tone. “With his mouth.”

You smile and kiss Mellos neck again. Although making the other cum is hardly a punishment - certainly not the punishment that Matt was expecting - you decide to let it slide. But, alas, Mello is not done talking.

“Want ya’ to make him touch himself. And then n-not let him cum.”

You smile. “What a clever boy you are. Matt, you heard him. Make him cum. And - be good.”

With a groan, Matt moves around so that it’ll be easier for him to reach Mellos cock. He starts by gently blowing air on it.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Mello immediately complains.

“Mello. Be nice.” you chastise and gently run your fingers through his hair as the blond man wails. Matt starts to lazily lick Mellos head, slurping up the sticky pre which seems to be everywhere around his throbbing cock.

The blonde shakes in his restraints, and you can tell that he won’t last long - Matt’s earlier, lazy strokes have made him very sensitive.

“‘m close, master! Thank you…” Mello whines out. You smirk as he thanks you instead of Matt - a subtle reminder that both powerful, intelligent men have chosen you, trust you, to dominate them.

High-pitched whines and moans are the only sounds leaving Mello’s mouth as the redhead makes him cum, and gently suckles him through his high.

For a second, it looks like Matt is planning on overstimming poor Mello, but a stern glare from you is enough to make him obediently let go of Mello’s now slowly softening cock.

You run your fingers through Mello’s hair and then slowly sit up. “I’ll get a washcloth for you to clean you up a little, hmm? We’ll shower later.”

He nods meekly and closes his eyes.

“As for you,” you command and glare at Matt, using the strict tone you know he adores, “you can stroke yourself whilst I care for Mihael. No cumming.”

Matt smirks and gets to work - using the residue of Mellos pre as lube, his hands stroking his neglected dick.

You walk over to the bathroom and grab what you need, and then gently clean up Mello. You help him get dressed in boxers, an oversized t-shirt (taken from you - you know he loves the familiarity and comfort of wearing your clothes) and loose sweatpants.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” you ask and he nods.

You help tuck the blonde into bed and watch as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the pillows. “Love ya’,” he mumbles. You smile and ruffle his hair, then walk back to focus on the redhead who’s currently avoiding your eyes.

“What do we say when we’ve misbehaved, darling?” you ask teasingly as you gently tilt his chin up.

“Look into my eyes. Matt.”

He bites his lip and gazes up at you.

“m’ sorry.” he murmurs, slurring his words.

“Apologies, Matt, I don’t think I heard you.”

“I’m sorry…” he says, still quieter than usual.

“You’re not cumming tonight. I’m sorry.”

Matt whines and tugs on your shirt, as if that could change your mind. “B-but why… I-I-… please…”

You glare at him and he avoids your eyes. “Take a cold shower. If you’re lucky, I’m touching you tomorrow.”

Thank you for reading my fic! Check out my master list for more of my writing. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

[mullermilkshake]

My list of all the darkness in my brain. Yandere/Dark one shots.

Satoru Gojo

You break up with him. (Part 1,2,3)

He's the Phantom.

He uses your cursed energy against you.

Satoru is a one of a kind android.

You can't be shared, Satoru wants you all to himself.

One hard demon. (Part 1,2,3)

Photographer Satoru.

If he can't have you, he'll simply burst. (Canon divergence)

Satoru has a stalker.

He's gaga over you, he'll burn the world down if you let him.

SatoKenSugu

Satoru killed you, but you came back.

He's lust, the others are just as deadly.

Satoru is taking annoyance to the extreme.

Suguru Geto

He's a Doctor.

The average day of an android.

Is it really Suguru?

Suguru has to fight his friend over you.

He's one third of a three way Yandere!group keeping you.

Suguru makes a bad decision.

Nanami Kento

You try to get away form him. (Part 1,2,3)

He stole you away.

Next door neighbour.

He's a curator of a museum (Part 1,2,-)

Kento looks for his soulmate.

He's the sensible one in this dark fourway tie.

Kento gets to know you while Gojo hangs about. You want to kill the white haired asshole.

Toji Fushiguro

A seance gone wrong.

He hunts you in the forest.

Choso Kamo

Prince!Choso. (Part 1,2)

He's a mafia man. (Part 1,2,-)

Oh Sangwoo

He takes your contraception away.

You could have left.

Sangwoo turns your dreams into nightmares.

You trap him.

He makes Yoon Bum join in.

Yoon Bum

Yoon Bum has been stalking you.

He touches you.

He's forced to join.

Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi only wants to protect you.

He loves his pregnant girlfriend. (Part 1,2,-)

Is he your Hiromi?

Levi Ackerman

His vampire life takes its toll.

He'll do everything to find you.

Levi's name is imprinted in your mind, he'll never leave.

A married man's secrets.

The emergency room is dangerous.

Hisoka

A closet without a skeleton.

He and Illumi are looking for you (Part 1,2,-)

Soichiro Yagami

He's adamant that he'll find Kira.

Your stepdad is crazy.

Kiyotaka Ijichi

Fake love

There must be two of him.

Furuta Nimura

Sebastian Michaelis

Reiner Braun.

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam)

Ging Freecs

L (Death note)

Illumi Zoldyck

Masamichi Yaga

Kurapika

Pariston Hill

Mahito

Can't find the specific font, it's called 'messy handwritten' if anyone finds it can you pleas let me know so I can link it? 😭 here is the link the the site.

[kurokawaia]

❛ HIS PRAISE ❜

Mello X Fem!Reader

WC; k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: fem reader! reader is slightly timid and shy? use of good girl, praise, praise, praiseeeeeeee, oral -> male receiving, implied cock warming in da throat, slight throat fucking? + more ?

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) you have free reign to do whatever you want plotwise but mello x fem reader with a praise kink would cure me :3 hope you’re well! - 🎀(ANON)

HONEY'S NOTE :: this was made on the template of my Giyuu oneshot, because the requests are basically the same, i hope that isn't a problem :)

m.list | death note m.list

Everybody knew you and Mello were together, and they always thought about how someone as timid, outgoing and not cruel as you are compared to Mello, managed to fall for each other. Mello will always be reserved, but he does have a way of making you feel special in soft ways. But, what you have never thought to anticipate, was how what he says to you would affect you how deeply it does.

It had started innocently enough.

You were out in the warehouse, practising your aim with your hand gun, when Mello walked by. You obviously noticed his presence, your body and mind were always on high alert, and you had a Mello detector LMA-. 

He paused, watching you with his usual eyes, but his eyes were always soft when looking at you, but then he spoke. "You're doing great," he said, in a low tone. "Your form is almost perfect."

The praise was simple, and yet a quiver ran down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat, and the heat crawled up to your neck. You tried brushing it off, focusing again on your training, but the more you thought about it, the more flustered you became.

For every time Mello praised you-whether it was your strength, your kindness, or something as silly as the way you brewed your tea-you just couldn't help it, quickening your pulse. It was in that intonation of his voice, the softening of his eyes whenever he looked at you.

At first, Mello didn't catch on, still quietly praising you as he normally would and not usually catching on to the fact that it affected you in the slightest. But soon, he started to catch on. He started to notice the flush of your cheeks, the catch of your breath, and the way you seemed almost...distracted whenever he said something kind.

It was in the evening, when you were both sitting on your shared bed when Mello decided to test the theory in his mind. You were talking of your day in a happy, light mood when he interrupted you.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

You blinked, words faltering at his sudden interrupting of your yapping. "W-what?"

Mello slightly leaned a little closer and his lips tugged upwards into a small teasing smile, a smile only you got to see. "You are amazing, the way you do everything, push yourself in this manner, it's... incredible."

Your face burned, and you bit your lip to keep it all in, but the way he looked at you, the subtle dip of his voice just that much lower was too much. The pooling heat in your stomach became too much to bear, and you shifted in your seat, aka, Mello's lap.

And it was then that Mello's smirk only widened farther at the realization that he was right, and he'd never seen you so flustered, so vulnerable, and for some reason, it made him feel a heat inside him.

"You like it when I praise you, don't you?" he asked in a voice barely over a whisper.

You couldn't find the words to respond, you only nodded, were wide-eyed, your breath coming in short, and you had shallow gasps.

Mello's eyes had turned dark as he moved in closer, his lips grazing your ear. "Good girl," he whispered.

Those words alone ran a streak of electricity down your spine, and absolutely nothing could be done to impede the tiny gasp that escaped your lips. Mello pulled back just enough to see your reaction, and at the sight of you so undone by his words, his heart pounded in his chest.

He chuckled low, his tone pleased, happy that he got that reaction from you. "I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said, lowly. "And I think you will too.

From then on, it became Mello's mission to push your limits with what he said. He would praise you at the most unlikely moments, and his voice, laced with that teasing note that only you and only you can pick up, it would send your knees jellylike every time.

You wanted him to catch you in his arms and please you until the sun came up, god, the feeling that welled inside you when he praised you was insatiable, you always craved more. Every time you were flushing or stammering that heat bubbled inside him, you were so cute and you were his.

But...it wasn't about the praise anymore, but rather the fact that he could control your reaction, and melt you with just a few well-placed words. The more he did that, the more confident he became, and that once-reserved nature gave way to a more playful, dominant side.

And you? You were completely at his mercy, unable to fight the feeling his voice, words, and presence brought you. Though that frustrated you, red in the face, squirming in your seat, you couldn't help but like it-love it.

And Mello was more than happy to give you just what you wanted as your lips were tightly wrapped around his throbbing shaft as it was nudged down your warm throat.

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Mello's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Mello began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good, you're such a good girl, taking me so well."

Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your tummy tingle.

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, tears well up in the doe's eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the whimpers coming out of his mouth made it even more likely that he would soak your pants.

Mello started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

A groan leaves his moan as he stroked your head lovingly, "Oh, you're so good, such a good girl, good for me."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | death note m.list

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

[cat3ch1sm]

Heyyy🙏🏼 I’ve been checking out your account lately and I’m OBSESSED 🙏🏼🙏🏼 Please do some more nsfw Light hcs, thanks boo✊

📜~ im glad you requested this because i have NOT been writing nearly enough for death note lately 😔😔 here’s your request, anon! ily<33

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ nsfw ahead, fem!reader

𝐚-𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭- 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢

a/n: i might do the other letters of the nsfw alphabet with the other death note characters i write for just to have some more death note content up!

A- aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i can’t see light being overly tender and sensitive after sex, but he does think it’s common courtesy to just make sure you’re feeling alright and that you’re not sore or anything. he’ll offer you water or something small to eat if he notices that you’re exhausted or anything. he might let you fall asleep beside him if he’s really worn you out, but light will probably get up and leave while you’re asleep. he just isn’t the super affectionate type.

B- body part (what their favorite body part of their partner is)

light’s favorite body part of yours is the neck. he notices that whenever he kisses it or wraps his hand around it that it’s effective in turning you on. the tiny gasps and whimpers you make when he sucks on it and leaves love bites are some of his favorite things about you during sex. he’s also big on domination, so he chokes you a lot so he can do what he pleases with you.

c- cum (anything to do with c*m lol)

when light comes, it’s not usually very messy, but his face does get a little flushed and he does tremble a little. light also enjoys licking your hole clean after you come and kissing you afterwards to let you taste yourself on his lips. it does something for him when he sees how flustered you get.

D- dirty secret

light loves to overstimulate you. he’ll also go as far to tie you up or something like that so you can’t squirm as much when he does. his favorite thing to do with you is tie you to the bed and then relentlessly eat you out until you’re in tears, legs shaking and hole leaking and begging him to stop because you can’t come anymore. he does comfort you afterward though(adding on to the aftercare section, light will be a little more affectionate with you if he’s overstimulated you a lot).

E- experience (how experienced are they, how much do they know)

as confirmed by ryuk, light’s good with his fingers, so that department is pretty self-explanatory. as for sex, i think it’s just something he’s naturally good at. however, i do think he’s fairly experienced, but usually just for his own personal gain. light typically doesn’t sleep with people unless he has something to gain.

F- favorite position

light’s go-to position is CAT (modified coital alignment technique. look it up idk). wont catch this man dead doing shit like doggy style or whatever because he thinks it’s too animalistic. this position is simple and gets the job done for the most part.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Fem!L Lawliet x Fem!Reader Headcanons

i, myself, have chosen violence

Warnings: wlw/lesbian relationship, fem L w/ female anatomy, autistic L headcanons, some of these apply to canon L, too,, mentions of periods, nsfw+ (18+), subject to receiving a pt. 2

Minors Don't Interact

L would be 5'5" (and a half!). I average this by the fact that for many countries, the average female height is about 5 inches shorter than the male height. L is 5'10 (and a half!) for reference

About a B cup in the chest and has noticeable hips in comparison to how small her waist is, but she's still very slim like Canon L is

She's very frail feeling but her hugs feel nice

soft skin and still has spidery fingers, but smaller and more delicate

her hair is thicker and wavier than Canon L's

sometimes paints her toenails and fingernails but not often

Distant and very introverted. Will likely go hours or days before she speaks to you at first, but she's secretly testing how you react to her indifference

She'll likely approach you first, though, with strong af eye contact

Will ask a bizarre and invasive question. "Is your birthday in *insert your birth month?" "how'd you know??" "I could just tell."

Is surprisingly invasive and clingy. When she likes you she'll follow you around like a cat

And if you somehow have left her while she was unaware, she's right on the cameras looking for you

She'll ask you on cute dates, like out to themed restaurants and bakeries. She'll go shopping with you, but will mostly just spoil you because she wears the same clothes every day

Doesn't like how makeup feels but she'll let you do some mascara on her if you want

She already has her own natural eyeshadow going on lmao

Flirtatious once you've been together for a while, and will blatantly embarrass you and make you flustered because she loves seeing it!!

Liar liar plants for hire

Just as much of a liar as canon L. She'll likely use her girlish charm to her advantage when the situation allows her to

She's what I'd consider a bittersweet liar. She'll deny any grudges that she holds towards you even if she has a list going. "Why would I think that?"

But she also lies "for your own good." She'll lie to you about your abilities to boost your confidence and (she hopes) your efficiency, even if you're bad at what you're doing. She also withholds information that she knows will upset you

She's not emotional herself and is just as blunted as canon L, but she's prone to blushing when she thinks you're especially cute

She is emotionally intuitive, though. She can sense the slightest disturbance in your mood and will likely ask about it

Becomes your personal therapist unintentionally (it is intentional. Everything with L is intentional)

Fem L is gender ambiguous to an extent, because she has what some may consider a "masculine" demeanor.

She has a deep monotone voice and would probably be a low alto if she sang. Could reach tenor notes. Her voice has a sing-song undertone to it, even with it being monotone. Canon dub L, pretty much, just a tiny bit higher

She's actually quite affectionate when she's comfortable with you, but prefers to come to you rather than the other way around. Likes hand holding and playing with your hair

If you ask her for physical affection she'll likely say yes, she just doesn't like sudden touches. Will give you a death stare if you touch her with no warning, but because it's you she'll let it slide with a reminder "please ask next time."

has the softest lips you'll ever know

Uses pet names, endearing ones like "love," "darling," and "sweetheart." I hc canon L doing this, too, but I think fem L would be a bit more generous about it

Her personality isn't very different than canon L's

Likes baggy clothes that fit comfortably and lends her clothes if you'd like!! She wears loose sports bras if she's out of the house because cup bras are very uncomfortable for her. Inside she's almost always braless, though.

Her periods are a breeze for her because she's always on top of the ibuprofen and knows exactly when it's going to start. She may even be on birth control solely for period management because her work cannot risk sitting in bed from excruciating pain

nsfw time

checks you out when you're not looking and finds herself looking at your ass a lot, but she loves your breasts just as equally

she can get very wet accidentally because if she's not working or she's doing a tedious task she finds herself daydreaming about you

she feels very smooth and soft, but also firm

adores eating you out and fingering you because she feels so much pride from making you cum, though she'd never admit it

Praise kink!!

Definitely a soft dom

Communicates effectively during sex, especially those first few times

she's touched herself so she knows where and how to pleasure you, but will still ask you what you enjoy if you know. "What parts of your body are the most sensitive, darling?"

Loves using dildos to penetrate you, too. She also likes you doing the same to her

This is so out of pocket, but I think she has a little bit of lip happening down there

Doesn't shave constantly but maybe every now and then

She's so good at making you horny, and will do it subtly, too. She engages in "foreplay incognito." She'll touch you throughout the day, give you compliments, look at you softer, and then once you actually start making love it feels amazing

A tiny bit of a romantic, I blame it on her Italian side (i'm Italian too leave me be)

chivalry is not dead

secretly wears cute panties!!

(loves if you do, too. But watch out, because she WILL steal them from your dirty laundry)

[sanb3rry]

come home to me ..

( ask by @siireneyes ; kinda deleted it by accident but i remember it so i shall deliver !!! )

warnings : very fluffy, kinda ooc light (basically him pre-death note), typos maybe

summary: you’re feeling down after a day of work but your lovely boyfriend shall make you feel better ! ♡

you shuffled into your quiet apartment, the lights were off due to how late it was. you dropped your bag and keys on the couch and headed to your shared bedroom. you tried to be as quiet as you could, hoping to not wake up your boyfriend. despite your efforts, he woke up anyways.

he’s always been a light sleeper, so it’s to be expected. “why are you so late?” light asked after looking at the clock on the bedside table. “did i wake you up? sorry.” you apologized as you slowly got into the bed after changing into your pjs. he was quiet, expecting an answer for his previous question. you sighed.

“my coworker gave me his work to complete since he had to leave early.” you finally answered.

“he can’t do that, you should’ve said no.” light remarked, “i couldn’t, he’s super close to the superiors.” you snuggled into him.

light wasn’t dumb, far from it actually. this job was draining you, emotionally and physically. he put the dots together quite quickly when he noticed your under-eyes from not getting enough sleep, the fact that you two barely go to sleep together anymore and that one time he accompanied you to a work party, you looked like you were gonna cry any second while you were talking to your superiors.

he rubbed your back, hoping to make you feel better. “darling, i really think you should quit.” he said. you pulled away to look at him. there was tears welling in your eyes, his eyes widened. he didn’t like it all when you cried.

“listen, i make more than enough to support the both of us and it’ll give you time to relax and focus on stuff that makes you feel happy.” he continued. “that does sound nice, but i dont know..” you sounded reluctant.

“i’ll find you another job if you still wanna work, but this isn’t working.” he stated. light isn’t a big fan of comforting people but if it’s you, he’ll do anything to help. “this coworker of yours really pisses me off, i’ll take care of him too, i promise.” his hand wiping away the tears running down your face.

you felt so much better when you talked to him, thoughts about work or anything bothering you flood away. “thank you, light.” you were truly so grateful you had him.

“i hope you know i’m always here for you, if something is troubling you, i will do my best to solve it.” he smiled. you kissed him, how could you not? he’s always so sweet to you.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you too. now go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” he kissed you on the forehead.

© sanb3rry2023

[floufli]

L obsession coming back after 8 years

Am I currently drafting a fic about that weird little silly guy when I got *take out files* at least 9 others to begin/complete with some at 48k and still left untouched for months ?

MAYBE

is it a sort of fix it fic but with a weird ass plot because i gave up reading the last few tomes when ma boy died and just remember bits of the thing?

YES

Am I ashamed of what I've become ?

NO HEHE X READER FOR LIFE BABYYYY

BUT JUST LOOK AT HIM-

He's so cute I'm going to kill him >:D (who knows maybe I will for dramatic effect *sparkle sparkle*)

[yae-energy]

i love my mann <3

synopsis: a collage of texts between you and your boyfriend L

cast: Bf! L x black fem reader

cw: very mild cursing, a brief homage to one of my other hc’s (im sorry y’all “the kids miss you” joke is just so funny to me yk i had to double ittt) . is a little ooc but SHHHH mind ya business

a/n: i had L brainrot thanks to @katsukissy , i love me a lil weirdo <3

“the kids… they miss you 😞💔”

“check your account” 💸

“i burnt dinner…😬”

[gelus-ugs]

Know You~ Light Yagami x Fem! Reader

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[F/n] = Fake name

This is kinda a weird short story?? Idk where I was going with this

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[F/n], the youngest member of The Task Force - arguably the most bland as well. The female seemed to have no personality whatsoever; only speaking when being spoken to, always seen working, and never interacting with anyone outside of work.

Light Yagami, just a mere two months ahead of [F/n] age-wise, stared at the female. She held an emotionless expression as she stared at her computer screen, occasionally clicking on the mouse pad and moving her finger around.

Light had been dismissed from work a bit ago, but he stayed regardless - waiting for [F/n] to finish her work as well. [F/n] continued her work for another thirty minutes before she suddenly closed her laptop, the female standing up and beginning to pack her things.

Light began to follow pursuit, wasting no time following the female outside the building.

“[F/n]!”

She stopped, giving Light enough time to catch up to her.

“[Y/n]”

Light let out a hum of confusion, watching as [F/n] turned around and smiled at him.

“Call me [Y/n] outside of work.”

The female’s smile and friendly demeanor caught Light completely off guard. He had only seen her at work, closed off and unbothered. Seeing her so friendly and approachable was unfitting to the image Light had created for her in his head.

“Was there something you needed, Light?”

[Y/n] questioned with an innocent tilt of her head. It was that moment Light remembered why he had even bothered to follow after the female in the first place - to get to know her. The male cleared his throat,

“Yes. I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee-”

“No thanks”

[Y/n] was quick to decline Light’s offer, catching him completely off guard.

“Well, if that’s all you needed, then I best be going. See you tomorrow, Light”

Turning on her heel, [Y/n] walked away, leaving the brunette dumbfounded. Ryuk began to cackle, watching as [Y/n] disappeared from view. Light stared at the retreating female, who gained his interest even more.

[Y/n], I will know you

[mullermilkshake]

An experiment.

L is looking for ties and leads to Kira.

L (Death Note) x Fem!reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,L is a virgin,Vaginal fingering,Cunnilingus,unprotected sex,Referenced stalking,Kidnapping,Vaginal sex,Cream pie

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“I don’t know who Light Yagami is!” It had been a lifetime in that room deprived of your sight. 

“You do know him, I listened to that phone call you made. It isn’t wise to lie to me.” You didn’t know who spoke, the voice you couldn’t recognise but all you knew was that he had introduced himself as L.

Exhaustion didn’t quite cover it, being bound and exposed while he touched you in all the ways a stranger shouldn’t. You were a science experiment to him, testing ways to make you squeal and what made you squirm, though he never talked to anyone else except for himself. 

It sounded like he was making mental notes whenever he made you orgasm in that freezing echoey room, legs in stirrups it felt like. And somehow, he managed it every single time, mumbling to himself every orgasm he accomplished that made you wet and writhing despite your protests.

“I don’t. I-I really don’t. I just want to go home, please just let me go.”

“Now why would I do that?” It was so sinister, only his breath past the blindfold in the deafening silence.

“Because…” You thought carefully. “Because I believe you can be a good person and this is all just a mistake.”

That was a lie you told yourself. It didn’t seem at all that you could ever leave, remaining here forever with a sicko who had never revealed himself to you. You didn’t recognise anything about him, voice smooth and calm, completely pleasurable to your ears and tender touch against your exposed and bare skin lingering a little longer than what was acceptable. 

All of that in an uncomplicated time were characteristics some looked for in a partner. But not you, you despised him, loathed his actual existence to the point you often thought about how you would inflict pain on him. 

Strangling was the most common thought to drag against your numb deprived brain. As soon as he unshackled you, unrestrained you, both of your hands would wrap themselves tightly around his neck and squeeze and squeeze until he stopped moving so you could escape. He didn’t sound extraordinarily big, though knowing your luck, he was probably six foot tall and built like an Ox.

“You really believe I’m a good person?”

No. “Yes.”

“You don’t believe that.” He pressed two fingers to your neck and chuckled quietly though it still echoed in the lonesome room.

“Your heart rate has elevated and your breathing says otherwise, like I said before, it isn’t wise to lie to me if you want to leave. Though with all your reservations, I am in fact a good person. I wouldn't work for the police if I wasn’t.”

The police? What? A man as malicious as himself worked for the people who were supposed to keep you safe and to protect you. Not to use you like a toy for some fucked up twisted intrusive thoughts for a power play.

“I’m incredibly trusted, did you know that? There are three men in the next room, all of whom trust my decision… The cameras are off right now. But when they come back on, anything you say, would be what Kira would say. And they would take it at face value.”

Why was he not listening to you, was he that twisted? “I’m not Kira!”

“I know. Though I am curious as to what you are. You still have yet to give me that answer and no matter how much I try, I can’t seem to get the right perspective.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Your body. I’m struggling to define its boundaries because you react differently every time.” His fingers brushed against the skin of your thigh, tingling away at the slightest touch and exposure to the chill in the air. 

“Don’t touch me. Please let me go.”

There was a rustle of fabric, shuffle of paper and scribbling. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands now, are you?”

His tone was calmer than ever, contact remained as you registered that it was his fingertips, moving slowly up your leg to your sensitive area, private from prying eyes. You weren’t sure if you were even covered up half the time.

You’d asked yourself so many times over why was he doing this to you, why did he pick you to bring in and question. But that wasn’t what left your lips. “How could you do this to someone?”

You heard something audible behind the blindfold and a long pause. Then he said, “It’s odd of you to ask that. About ninety percent of people in your position would have asked why I’m doing this, not how. I’ll indulge you, but only this once. I do this just because I can, wouldn't you if you had the power of the NPA and Task Force behind you?”

“No… I wouldn’t do anything so cruel.” All you could do was tear up, wetting the blindfold so that it stuck to your face.

“I wouldn’t say it was cruel, just an experiment. You see, I get extremely bored and you have piqued my interest. I want to see what exactly makes you tick, what excites you and pushes you over the edge that renders you immobile.” There was a heavy and suffocating pause. “I don’t actually give a damn about Kira, not since I found you. But I need to keep up appearances of course.”

“Found me?” That implied he was looking for you and this whole thing was not by accident. 

“You’re quite vocal when you want to be, all on your own in your bedroom. I want to hear that again, only I want to do it myself. I’m fascinated by your body and I want to understand what strings to pull.”

…Bedroom? There was no way he had seen your bedroom. 

Why is he saying these things? As if all he’d done already wasn’t enough. You wanted to be sick, make a scene and spit on him for what he was pulling, lying about everything that left his lips. The police could stop him if they knew, there must be some sort of way to get a message out you hoped, but how you weren't sure since the cameras were off.

“I know what you’re thinking. How on earth has he seen my bedroom? Well it's simple to deduce when you enter your apartment complex, then you cross reference how long it would take to get to the highest floor by either the elevator or walking, seeming as your complex is only a few floors and judging by your physical fitness, the probability of you using the stairs was high.”

That pause again, nothing good came of it. “I only had to wait for you to come home in the dark and wait for a light to turn on. You should really invest in a blackout blind, anyone could sit on that tree just outside your window and look in.”

You remembered. One night not long before you ended up in this place, you thought you had seen something outside your window past your net curtains. Though, when you looked out there was nothing there so you dismissed it as a bird or wild animal. It had been summer and it got you all hot and bothered. 

“Seeing you touch yourself in that way got me thinking if I could replicate it, but since now, nothing has gotten you there.” 

His fingers moved and pressed against you, the restraints stopped you from moving, there was no room to flinch or pull away. They were inside you quickly, but he was gentle and kept that way when his tongue moved there too, licking up the entire length of you, moving slowly and purposefully over your clit so it made you jolt involuntarily. 

Here he went again, he’d keep going until you came. Guaranteed every time. 

He stopped and that threw you off. He sighed to himself, “No. That’s not right, you didn’t squirm like before when I did this.”

L pulled his fingers out of you and moved them over your clit in small circles, you tried so hard to stop yourself moaning in pitch black, but it was too late. “I recall your fingers doing this, please don’t stifle your moans or it'll disrupt the whole experiment. I’m using that time in your bedroom as a control, it’s not an ideal parameter to go off of, but unfortunately it’s all I have.”

You didn’t make one sound and bit your lip to defy him, to ruin it in hopes he’d grow bored and let you go. “To put it simply, I need you to let go and stop being uptight if you want this over with.”

Still nothing. “Ah I know. Let’s have a little fun, why dont we play a game?” 

“A game?” He’d baited you. 

“This is a fun game…” He moved in another direction, and used his other hand to finger you like before. “And it's called, let’s see how much I can get away with.”

“W-what?” 

“I think it's time we had intercourse, I have nothing to go by in comparison but don’t worry, it’s entirely for my own notes, no one else will see us.” He’d never fucked you before.

It all overwhelmed you, panicking and straining against the straps you didn’t register the numbness or singing pain tugging your wrists. “No! Stop this right now, or I swear I’ll scream so loud everyone will come running and stop you!”

“Go right ahead,” A rustle of fabric. “It’s all soundproof, no one will hear you. But if you do insist on screaming, try to differentiate it between pleasure and panic, there's a fine line and it can be difficult to tell the difference.”

And then his cock was there, hard and pushing into you, your dripping cunt with so much ease you didn’t realise how wet he’d made you. Straight in and he held himself there, the entire length of his cock to bottom out. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, this is my first time but upon watching pornography, it's not entirely difficult to work out. I’ll have plenty of practice.”

“Plenty? You said it would be over after, you said!”

“Did I? I don’t recall.” He thrusted in and out slowly to adjust, his hands finding their way to your breasts, massaging them and squeezing. “Hm… you react differently to nipple stimulation than taking my fingers, interesting. ”

He rolled your nipples between his fingers over the fabric, pulling and pinching to get a reaction out of you. It was involuntary, the noises escaping your lips was ghastly as he fucked you, gradually picking up the pace. 

“I wonder what it’ll feel like if I ejaculate inside you-”

“Don’t do that. You better not fucking do that, you’re deranged!” 

“You say that, but biologically speaking, your body is telling me a different story. So wet and lubricated, it’s telling me that you’re enjoying yourself despite protesting. Can you explain that?” His voice became strained. 

You tried screaming, asking anyone behind the blacked out lens of the security camera he’d mentioned to help, to stop L and to let you loose. If there was really even one there.

No one answered of course, just like he said and after a while, he covered your mouth with his hand. 

“Despite this being an experiment, I can’t actually concentrate whilst you're screaming in my ear like that. From what I’ve read, I’m very close to finishing and I’d like to enjoy it. It is my first time after all and it feels much better than I expected. We can resume the experiment at a later date.” 

He was really putting effort in now, his hips pounding into your aching and numbing legs, fingers digging into you as he gripped and breathed in a way that you assumed only meant one thing. 

He was close. “That’s it.” He said, jerking into you and jutting with his orgasm inside you. 

Deep and already you could feel his cock twitching and filling you, but he didn’t pull out, not at first. So clinical and robotic, breaths reaching normality quickly. 

“That was…” There was a hint of shock perhaps. “I enjoyed that very much.” 

Just another horny man on top of you to make you regret and despise yourself. “Get the fuck off of me you creep! How could you do that?” 

“It just solidified my initial assessment… Now I understand just how much I can get away with… interesting.” 

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[cutieeva]

Horrors of love

"The Unrelenting Hunger of the Heart"

Horror is the whispered tremor that shatters the soul, a chilling specter that freezes the heart. It's the creeping dread that seizes the mind, leaving one gasping for breath, clinging to sanity. Horror is the abyssal void that stares back, a reflection of our deepest, darkest terrors. So, now, dear hearts, prepare to confront the horrors of love. The twisted, tantalizing tales of male yanderes, whose all-consuming passion warps into an abyss of madness.

Then shall we open the gates of delirious and hellish obsession ?

My sweet little girl

Warnings : Abusive and toxic relationship. Murder. Attempt Murder. PTSD. Revenge porn.

Is moving on with life is possible when haunting dead is hot on heels and mind ?

[kurokawaia]

❛ ROUGH DAY ❜

Mello X Fem!Reader

WC;900+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; over stimulation, no proception, wrap before you tap pls though, x fem reader, afab terms used, afab reader, she/her, pretty girl used as a pet name, soft sex, no prep, ooc mello, soft mello

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) might be a lil ooc for him but like comfort sex w mello as a soft dom after a rough day? can be fem or gn reader, hope you’re having a nice day or night x - ANON

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The warehouse's dim lights flickered, casting long shadows along the walls. The air was thick with tension and the scent of gunpowder.

You trudged through the corridors, your steps heavy with exhaustion. a deal gone wrong, a shootout.

You pushed open the door to your shared room, the familiar scent of leather and chocolate slamming you in the face. Mello was hunched over his desk, a chocolate bar in one hand and a stack of papers in front of him. His piercing blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, and noticed. your fatigue

"Hey," he said softly, setting the chocolate down and rising from his chair. "Rough day?"

You nodded, the words caught in your throat. You didn't need to tell him. Mello understood the struggles that came with being part of the mafia. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. The weight slipped from your body as he pulled u into the hug

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he murmured against your hair. "But you're strong, and you made it through. That's what matters."

You buried your face in his chest, allowing yourself to relax for the first time all day. Mello's hand gently stroked your back. "I just... I wish things were easier sometimes," you admitted, your voice muffled.

"I know," he replied softly. "But we're in this together. You're not alone."

He pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up so you could meet his gaze. "And whenever it gets too much, you can always lean on me."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thanks, Mello."

He leaned in, his lips brushing gently against yours in a tender kiss. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"No matter what happens, we'll get through it together," he whispered. "You know I'm always here to help you."

"I know," you replied.

His lips met yours once more, this time with more urgency. He pushed his tongue against your mouth, seeking entrance, and you gladly allowed him in as your tongues intertwined in a passionate dance.

"I'll make you feel better," Mello murmurs agasint your skin. 

A gasp slipped from your mouth as his lips moved from your own and his teeth began to nip at the flesh on your neck. "Please," you breathe out.

Mello's hold tightens on you. "Thank you, love."

Mello had sat on the bed and you had straddled his lap, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, reassurance that you didn't fall over. In a fluid motion, you were flipped over, back pressed against the bed and with discarded clothes, both your bodies bare. 

He didn't waste any time in wanting to help you relax, his swollen tip pressing heavily against your slick folds. Mellos lets out a soft groan at the warm contact while a jolt of pleasure surges through you. 

A breathless gasp slips out your lips as he slowly sank into your tight heat. Your walls clenched around his walls as Mello entered, a low groan escaping his mouth while his fingers gripped your hips. You began to claw at his back as he was slowly pumping in and out of your gummy walls, an array of whimpers and moans escaping from your mouth. 

"I've got you," Mello groaned, noticing that you were getting more and more restless under his touch, your legs trembling around his back.

Mello twitches inside of you, and moans spill from his mouth as he spilt his cum inside your gooey walls, and a few pumps after, I clenched tightly around his length. A whimper left my mouth as I came while squeezing him dry. 

His arms tighten around me in satisfaction, his cock beginning to pump in and out of you again, at that slow, comforting pace. "M-Miheel," you whimper, overstimulation becoming more and more evident as he pumps into you.

Whimpers left my throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got slightly rougher, but it was nothing that your delicate body couldn't handle. 

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Mello as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"Doing so well," Mello pants. "Such a pretty girl."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Please," you moan out, wanting to feel the last release.

"C'mon, pretty, you can do it," Mello encouraged breathlessly.

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly, your head thrown back as a moan slipped from your mouth. Mello's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily, slowly pulling his length from your cunt, peppering kissed over your face.

You were so overcome with tiredness that you didn't even feel Mellos cleaning you up and placing you into your pyjamas carefully, knowing that you were evidently tired. And then, snuggled with you, making sure that you were breathing calmy and safely in his arms.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[blond3ang3l]

L x Male! Reader

Written with black reader in mind!

You don’t know how you ended up in this predicament. Somehow everyone just decided to have a “emergency” needing them to leave you and L all by y’all selves overnight to work. You didn’t mind though you always appreciated his company. Though he was quiet it was a comfortable silence most of the time. As of right now the two of you were sitting next to each other each filling out your own paperwork. Not much said between you other than a bit of small talk. Eventually L got up and left the room you were in, figuring he needed a break you didn’t say anything.

He came back with a plate full of sweets and another with a piece of cake. Glancing from your side you caught a glimpse of his face and physique. Though he was lanky he had some muscles to him. He wasn’t that bad looking either. Definitely completely different from your exes. L noticed you staring and cleared his throat making you jump and turn your head in embarrassment. “Is there something wrong? You seem to stare at me quite often now a days.”

You shook your head no and you couldn’t believe that he noticed. Though you weren’t that surprised giving how smart he is. But he wasn’t oblivious to your feelings to him. He wasn’t completely sure though, he may be smart but when it comes to feelings and thing of that sort he’s still getting used to it. But he wasn’t completely dumb when it came to attraction, he knew he was attracted to Misa and he knew he felt the same way for you.

Deciding to break the silence some how he unwrapped a piece of candy and brought it to your face. You looked at him a bit shocked but seeing how he had a small blush on his face you knew this would be one of the only opportunities you had to get with him. Since it was just you two you decided why not be a bit frisky? You took the candy from between his fingers using your tongue (Does that make sense?) making eye contact with him the whole time.

He couldn’t help but gulp seeing the innocent smile you gave him as if you did nothing. So many questions were going through his brain that he couldn’t even figure out what to say, all he could do was stutter and stammer trying to figure out what to say. He quickly shut up feeling your hand on top of his. “Take your time Ryu what are you trying to say?”. Ryu that nickname always drove him crazy as you were the only person to ever call him that and the only person allowed to. “Do you.. do you have feelings for me?”

You were a bit taken back but didn’t let it show, never expecting for him to actually ask. But this is the opportunity you’ve been waiting months for and now you were gonna take it. “Yeah I do, I have for the past couple months especially when you assigned me to help you out with the Kira case.”. There was another silence as you two just looked at each other. L broke the silence once again “I’m going to be honest I’ve never been in an relationship I’ve tend to be by myself. But I know I have feelings towards you and I want to be with you and make you happy.”

His words touched your heart as you knew he was quite genuine with everything he said. You grabbed his face and pulled him into kiss. He kissed back but he was extremely gentle. His touch when he grabbed your shoulder pulling you closer and onto his lap being just as soft. “I’ll be all your Ryu, and I’m happy to be your first.”. Both of you smiled as you rested your head onto his shoulder.

I haven’t watched death note in so long but I love me some Ryuzaki😙