#dn smut

[chuulyssa]

men who worshipped you and your body even before you got together, and simply multiplied this behaviour after you did. little praises here and there went from dirty to dirtier.

“can i please bury my head in your cunt and stay that way forever?” “can you crush my face with your beautiful thighs?” “please sit on my face i really need it”

he takes his time undressing you always, making sure you get everything you need. his touch is the softest when you want it, and rough when you like it. he tells you you are his goddess, gorgeous and mesmerizing. there isn't a part of your body he has left unexplored, he knows everything to the back of his hand.

“let me eat your pretty pussy out and please you baby” “you like it this way don’t you? i remember” “please use me as your fuck toy baby”

[cat3ch1sm]

I was wondering if you would do more writing for L. Would you write a NSFW with Dom!L including bondage?

⛪️~ hello, @incivilminds <33 here is your request!! I have done you so dirty dawg like this is actually so old… forgive me plsplspls💔💔💔💔 also GODDAMN this is long as shit what

also yeah, i haven’t been writing a lot for L lately, my bad y’all 😭 i will def be writing more death note soon

*＊✿❀ nsfw ahead! fem!reader,❀✿＊*

It probably hadn’t even been a week since you had been captured, although it felt like it had been months. Vaguely, you recalled your wrists being wrenched behind your back mercilessly and a blindfold being tied roughly around your eyes. While you struggled vehemently against the chafing handcuffs that had been so harshly slapped around your wrists, someone, a man, had told you that you were under suspicion of being involved with Kira. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in a small, empty room, still unable to see or move with your body bound to a terribly uncomfortable metal board-like thing.

For a long time, you were scared out of your mind. For hours on end, you’d been interrogated by a garbled voice coming from somewhere in the room, and you hadn’t been able to give anyone any information. You were hardly allowed any bathroom breaks, and you were only given the bare minimum of food and water to keep you alive. However, despite the small amount of time you’d been captive, the situation you were in felt more hopeless every second. You were sleep-deprived, mentally drained from all the questions every hour of every day, your body was aching like hell from the position you’d been in for what seemed like ages, and you were always thirsty or hungry. On a number of occasions you’d fainted, only realizing it when you were awoken by a stern voice from some audio device in the room.

When you heard the familiar click of the microphone in the room, you had just begun to drift off again- sleeping was really all you could to in this predicament, and you weren’t really getting much of that either- it was hard to do so when you were literally tied to a board at 90 degrees and being watched every single second. And you already knew whoever had you captive now was tired of you asking to go to the bathroom every two seconds.

“Y/N.”

The stoic but demanding tone of whoever was speaking was something you were used to by now- but realizing that you were probably about to be interrogated ruthlessly again by this mechanical voice was almost too much, especially alongside being deprived of most of your senses for so long like this. You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond, instead barely lifting your head from its loll on your chest.

“Good. You’re up. Now, tell me what you know about Kira.”

This again. You could almost feel your sanity slipping through your fingers.

You replied with an inaudible murmur, not even really knowing what you were saying yourself.

“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

This time, you didn’t respond, and dropped your head again, an overwhelming sleepiness suddenly coming over you. Today, you just weren’t up for it- you couldn’t care less what anyone did to you.

There was an unexpected silence for a few seconds- you’d expected the voice to resume its distorted badgering the second you failed to reply. But when the voice sounded again, its tone wasn’t as stony as it had been previously.

“You seem tired. How are you doing?”

Before you could stop it, a dull, bitter laugh burst from your throat. “How am I doing?” Your voice was raspy from lack of hydration and to speak by itself hurt your throat. “Don’t patronize me.”

More silence. For a second you’d thought maybe you’d made the voice mad, but what it said next surprised you. “Watari. Get the girl some water.”

Next thing you knew, there was shuffling beside you, and then a hard object at your lips. You could feel the cold air from it flowing on your skin, and then Watari tilted the cup towards your lips, signaling you to drink. However, you kept your lips tightly shut- you didn’t want to accept any formalities from whoever was behind this.

Watari tried again, but this time you moved your head out of the way quite violently, feeling your hair dip into the water before your head hit the side of the cup, knocking it from Watari’s hand and spilling the cold liquid all over your body. It brought you a little pleasure to know that you were being an inconvenience, and now there was a mess to clean up. Besides that, now you might be allowed clean clothes.

Silence from Watari. You wondered if you’d made him mad.

“Ryuzaki, the girl doesn’t seem to be cooperating.”

You were a little surprised by Watari’s voice. You’d thought he was a man on the younger side, but instead he sounded rather elderly. You shuddered to yourself.

“Yes, I can see that,” came the tiny little voice through the speakers. It sounded like his or her teeth were clenched.

Ryuzaki. So that was your captor’s name. Even if you did get punished for your difficult behavior, at least you’d come away with a little victory.

“Feel free to depart, Watari,” Ryuzaki spoke again, the crackle of the feedback echoing through the room. “I’m going to come down there myself.”

He was coming down? You weren’t sure if you were anxious or eager. Perhaps he’d finally finish you off.

“Ryuzaki, are you sure?” Watari questioned.

“She can’t see me,” Ryuzaki replied coolly. “It’ll be fine. By this point, she needs a change of clothes, anyway- the water in fact contained a light dose of a chemical that would make the girl’s mind a little weaker and relax some of her tension, perhaps draw the truth out of her- and I can’t have it spilled on her clothes like it is now.”

Chemical? Draw the truth out of you? Any regrets about rejecting the water drained from your mind the instant Ryuzaki said that. Another tiny victory.

“Go ahead, Watari. I’ll be down shortly.”

Watari complied, and soon you heard footsteps depart from you and eventually vanish.

It was a little while before you heard anyone else again, and you waited anxiously, back aching against the cold, stiff board. Was he going to kill you? Or were you just in for more interrogation? At this point, you’d much rather Ryuzaki just end your misery. Even one more question and you’d go mad.

Despite your rising anxiety, you couldn’t ignore the pull of sleep weighing down your eyelids and blurring your vision. It had been ages since you’d slept properly, and even the small intervals of sleep you managed to get were constantly disrupted by the crackly voice over the intercom waking you up to ask you the same set of questions. Because of this, while waiting for Ryuzaki, you actually began to drift off- but just as you were about to really fall asleep, you heard footsteps echoing throughout the room.

The sound snapped you back to alertness, making you jolt. The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer, and then they stopped right in front of you. You froze, body completely stiff- Ryuzaki had arrived. However, he didn’t speak, which only made you more nervous.

After a few agonizing minutes, you at last heard a voice, allowing you to relax a bit- but it wasn’t much. However, the voice did surprise you- it was a young man, much unlike the crackly sound you’d been hearing for the time that you’d been here. There was a raspy edge to it as well- you could say confidently that it certainly wasn’t an ugly voice. In fact, it was sort of comforting in a twisted manner- it would have been worse if it was an old man watching you this entire time.

“Mr. Matsuda, Aizawa,” Ryuzaki commanded, “turn off the cameras and the audio.”

What?

The two men Ryuzaki had addressed seemed to have a similar reaction as yours. “Huh? L- I mean, Ryuzaki, that’s nuts! This is an interrogation!” came a protesting voice rather loudly through the microphone, the feedback making you flinch. It sounded like a much younger man’s voice, younger than Ryuzaki.

There was a brief pause before another, more mature-sounding voice came through the speaker. “Yeah- Ryuzaki, we trust you, but is that something you really want to do?”

“I want to talk to our suspect alone.” Ryuzaki continued calmly, unfazed by either of the men’s protests. “Matsuda, please turn off the camera and the audio.”

This couldn’t be good at all. Now you were almost certain Ryuzaki was going to kill you. Why else would he want the audio and video off? He couldn’t possibly be letting you go.

Matsuda sighed. “Okay, Ryuzaki, if you say so.” There was a click, soon followed by a second one, and the feedback finally silenced.

You let out an involuntary whimper through your gag. Now you were really alone, and with the blindfold you only had your fate to ponder. Was this it?

You felt Ryuzaki move closer to you, and you bit down on your gag, anticipating his next move- but to your surprise, you felt slender fingers grasp your blindfold and undo it, the metal headpiece falling from your face.

Instantly, you were blinded by the light, and a series of shapes and light exploded in front of your eyes. Flinching, you automatically shut your eyes again, completely overwhelmed with sensory input given you’d been blindfolded for days on end with no break whatsoever. You didn’t even get to see your captor’s face. However, you still felt when he removed the dirty gag from your mouth, the foul taste of the rag damp with your saliva finally leaving.

You couldn’t help the giant gulp of air you took right after Ryuzaki removed the gag, having had a lot of your airway obstructed for almost a week. For quite a while, you just coughed and gasped, making up for lost breath while Ryuzaki simply stood a short distance in front of you and watched.

When your coughing spell finally ceased and you were able to see for the most part, you at last slowly lifted your head from its loll on your chest- coming face to face with your captor at last. And to say the least, you were rather caught off guard.

He was fairly tall, a height you would expect for a man about the age he looked, but that was about the only thing conventional about him. You’d thought it would be a more refined man, polished and cold and calculating, like the head of an organized crime group. However, you were instead met with a pale face with wide, sunken-in gray eyes, a pallor over his entire body and his black hair wildly arranged all over his head. Along with that, he had on a mere white T-shirt and baggy jeans- and no shoes!- rather than the more debonair attire you’d expected him to wear. Pretty much everything about the man was in contrast to what you had thought him to be, and you couldn’t suppress the shocked expression that came across your face.

Ryuzaki tilted his head at you upon seeing your expression. “Surprised?”

You said nothing, instead recoiling back against the metal board. No matter what he looked like, this was still your kidnapper who had held you hostage for five days.

“No need to look so nervous.” Ryuzaki shrugged nonchalantly. It was as if he’d done this a million times. “I’m not down here to harm you.”

“You aren’t?” It just popped out. You didn’t know you remembered how to speak words other than the same mantra of “Yes,” “No,” or “I don’t know” in reply to Ryuzaki’s endless interrogation questions.

“Your enunciation is surprisingly good for someone who’s had a gag in their mouth for the past several days,” Ryuzaki remarked casually, his eyes drifting from yours down to your lips. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly circled the metal board you were bound to, inspecting you closely. Revolted, you shrank against the metal as much as possible, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

Finally, Ryuzaki came back around in front of you. “Your tense body language would suggest that you’re rather wary of me.” He paused, inching closer to you still. “I’m not surprised.”

“No shit,” you managed, giving the detective the most beseeching glare you could.

Ryuzaki tilted his head at you. “Well, it’s nice to see you still have at least a bit of fight in you, hm?” Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face directly up to yours, his wide gray eyes burning into yours and startling you. You recoiled as much as possible, but found yourself unable to break away from his gaze. “Now, tell me- what? Do you know? About Kira.” His voice was just a low hiss, and you felt your heart pound in your chest and your breath speed up. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you retorted, “I told you already- I don’t know anything.”

Ryuzaki pulled back after hearing those words, his expression going back to it’s normal stoic self. He didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Alright. Since you don’t seem to be cooperating, I suppose I’ll have to take on another tactic to get you to talk.” Ryuzaki turned away and vanished around a corner for a moment, and for a brief moment you felt scared that he was going to pull out something like a knife or a taser to torture information out of you. But when the detective reappeared, he had something you definitely weren’t expecting him to come out with.

“A vibrator?” you sputtered, unable to contain your disbelief. Ryuzaki didn’t seem rattled by your outburst at all, only fiddling with the device in his hand before looking back up to address you.

“I assume you were expecting me to emerge with some… torture device of some sort. But when it comes to these things, I find pleasure is a much more effective method of interrogation,” Ryuzaki explained, approaching you with the vibrator. “Since you won’t talk, I’ll just have to make you. Now, stay still for me so I can get these clothes out of the way.” Ryuzaki kneeled to the ground and picked up a knife, making you jump, but he addressed you again. “Don’t worry. I just need to take off your clothes without undoing your restraints.”

This helped your nerves a little bit, but not really. Still, you figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to fight him while he had the knife so close to your skin. Ryuzaki held you around the waist with one hand to keep your body still while he dragged the knife down the raggedy white garment you had on, slicing the cloth in half and allowing it to fall from your body effortlessly. You flinched when you felt the cold air hit your skin, but as your body was exposed, you noticed something odd.

“Ah. Judging by the look on your face, I assume you’ve noticed that you’re a little… messy between the legs.”

You looked up at Ryuzaki abruptly. You were indeed unusually wet, despite hardly being aroused- although even when you were you normally weren’t this wet. “What did you do?”

Ryuzaki’s tone was indifferent, as always. “I had a feeling that when I gave you the chemical in the drink that you spilled that you would resist. However, I was prepared. When you were asleep earlier today, I managed to give you the aphrodisiac anyway.” He paused for a second. “However… I think I may have given you slightly more than what was needed to stimulate your erogenous zones, so forgive me.” Ryuzaki bent back down so he was on his knees on the ground with his head level with your crotch. “I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N, before I touch you. What do you know about Kira?”

You bit your lip, legs squirming a bit, but didn’t reply. Ryuzaki waited for your reply, but when he saw that you weren’t going to offer him anything, he turned the vibrator in his hand on and brought it to your exposed clit, making you let out a whimper and try and close your legs.

“Ah, ah, ah- no use in struggling. Your legs are bound, remember?” Ryuzaki reminded you airily, circling the vibrator around your clit lightly. The pleasure making your knees weak made you almost glad that you were leaned against the metal board- his aphrodisiac had been very effective, apparently, because even though Ryuzaki was being quite gentle you were already wriggling and moaning.

“This vibrator does have higher settings, you know,” Ryuzaki informed you. “And I must want you, I can do this all day.” He had the ghost of a smile on his face when he said this, and you knew he wasn’t bluffing. As if to make a point, he hit a button on the vibrator, and you instantly felt when the vibrations increased, your breath hitching as your back arched. “There’s no point in denying that you know anything about Kira, so why don’t you just skip the hassle and tell me what you know?”

You found it difficult to respond with the sensation from the vibrator taking over your senses, but you still managed to say something. “He- isn’t from Japan. He lives in- ah!”

Ryuzaki pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Don’t bother lying. I conducted an experiment aged ago that verified that Kira is in fact Japanese. Try again. And it would be appreciated if you didn’t lie this time.”

Your breathing was heavy and your body flushed, your juices spilling out onto the tips of Ryuzaki’s fingers. God, you wished he hadn’t drugged you, because the pleasure was already almost overwhelming. “Fuck- fine, he is Japanese.”

His tone was hard. “Didn’t I just tell you that I know that already? Why don’t you share with me identifying details about his identity. Try his age, appearance, birthday, or the school he goes to. Are you not a high school senior? Have you noticed anybody that stands out in particular?”

You scoffed. “Why would Kira be in high school? What high school kid has time to commit mass murders like this?”

Wrong answer. Ryuzaki turned up the vibrator higher still and dragged it down your dripping slit until it was positioned at your hole. Slowly, he slid the top of the vibrator inside of you with a very wet sound and began pumping it agonizingly slowly, up and down.

You felt your legs immediately begin to tremble, feeling your own arousal slide down your thighs. With every thrust of the vibrator you let out a whimper, squirming like crazy but unable to escape as Ryuzaki placed one hand on your thigh to still you a bit. Your whole lower body throbbed with arousal and pleasure.

“Ah- please, Ryuzaki-“

“Please? Please, what?” Ryuzaki queried, seemingly not affected at all by how needy you clearly were. “Do you want to orgasm? Is that what it is, Y/N?”

You whimpered and nodded, still squirming and moaning with the vibrator moving inside you. Ryuzaki kept his pace slow and steady, making sure to drag it out as much as possible. You didn’t know how this could feel so amazing and yet awful at the same time, your peak just within reach but escaping every time you were close enough. And you knew that Ryuzaki knew this.

“I’ll let you come all you’d like if you just give me the information I want to know,” Ryuzaki told you plainly. “I’m listening.”

You didn’t want to give Ryuzaki the satisfaction, but god, did the vibrator feel absolutely amazing going in and out of your soaking hole like this- and the aphrodisiac just made you more needy.

“Oh… oh, fuck, mmm, okay- please, Ryuzaki, stop moving the-“

“Oh, is the pleasure too much for you? You are indeed very wet…” Ryuzaki finally paused his movements with the vibrator, and despite the ache you felt in your entrance for more, you were finally able to answer Ryuzaki properly for the most part.

You let out a shaky breath, legs shaking. “I don’t know his first name, but his last name is Yagami. We’re the top students in our class, and one day when we were studying together he told me he was Kira.”

Ryuzaki paused for a moment. “Hm. You don’t seem to be lying this time.” He peered up at your flushed, glistening face before looking back down at the vibrator moist with your juices. Muttering to himself, he said, “Hm, I was right- I did dose you with too much of the aphrodisiac…” Regardless, he slipped the vibrator back inside of you, making you let out a broken moan as he pumped it in and out. “Good girl. Now answer one more question for me.”

You were trembling again, your walls squeezing around the vibrator. Your thighs were wet and sticky now as you nodded, trying to stifle the lewd sounds leaving your lips.

“Alright. How does Kira kill?”

This question made your heart skip a beat- revealing the answer, depending on what Ryuzaki did with it, could be very incriminating and have major implications for mankind as a whole. You hesitated, and Ryuzaki noticed, stopping the movements of the vibrator yet again.

“Go on,” Ryuzaki prompted, waiting expectantly. The vibrator was just centimeters away from your throbbing sex, and you could hear the vibration from beneath you.

Shit. Were you really so desperate that you’d give away something like this?

Apparently so. You wanted to blame it on the aphrodisiac, but you knew you couldn’t do that this time.

“You… won’t believe me, but… there’s something called a Death Note. Whenever you write someone’s name in it, that person dies. I don’t really know all the details, but… that’s how he kills.”

Ryuzaki seemed actually startled by this information, but he didn’t question it, so he knew you weren’t lying. He quickly covered up his surprise with his usual mask of indifference, waiting a few moments before speaking again.

“Oh. Alright, then. I’ll have to retrieve more details later, but for now that will suffice. You seem to have given me all the information you have.”

You didn’t reply, but your back was arched, your pelvis close to L’s head.

Ryuzaki looked back up all of a sudden. “Oh. Right. I suppose it’s only fair of me to let you orgasm.”

You were relieved, as the ache in your pussy was becoming too much to bear. To your surprise, though, Ryuzaki turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground beside him. But before you could be confused about it, he leaned straight down to your sex, the tip of his nose resting just above it, and began to slide his warm tongue along your clit, stopping in between licks to plant sucking kisses along your dripping cunt.

Your legs weakened instantly, and you rode Ryuzaki’s tongue as best as you could strapped to the metal board. The heat and wetness from his mouth felt better than you could have ever imagined, and as you approached your climax, your moans faded into whimpers and broken whines of Ryuzaki’s name. He wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked it slowly, gently, and slipped two slender fingers inside of your sopping hole as well, pumping them back and forth like he did the vibrator.

You came mere minutes later, legs quivering violently and breathing heavily. With a moan of Ryuzaki’s name, you finished in his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips and running down his chin as he peered up at you through his unkempt black hair. He licked all of your cum off of your thighs, running his tongue up and down the length of your thighs and making you shiver at the feeling.

When Ryuzaki was done, he pulled away from your aching and overstimulated cunt before getting back to his feet with the vibrator in hand while you were still trying to catch your breath and still your trembling thighs.

Before you could react, the detective leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You shuddered as you felt your own cum slide down your chin, and Ryuzaki pulled away. “I appreciate you giving me this information. Watari will be down to provide you with a new garment shortly. It may be a while longer before I allow you to leave, but this will be quite helpful.”

And with that, he was gone before you could even answer.

[ello98]

strawberry shortcake

l lawiet x black fem reader

Warnings: smut, fem reader, not proofread, way too damn long , do not take this serious

MNI ( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

idk the word count

head cannon: L gets flustered very easily

I layed quietly next to L in our hotel living room as he typed away fast and calculated. I flipped through an egg magazine taking note of all the cute outfits. L looked at me; observing me before asking, "im craving strawberry shortcake, would you like some too?". I looked up at him sweetly responding, "sure", he grinned before picking up the phone.

he hung up after ordering two slices of strawberry shortcake and tea. after a while we heard a knock at the door, "I'll get" I said jumping up from the couch, I half ran to the door opening it to be greeted by the employee. "two strawberry shortcakes and tea set for room 725", he asked looking at me shyly, "yes, thank you", I said softly as I took the tray and rolled it into the living room. I set down the two plates and pot set, sitting back down next to L. he leaned over to pour the tea into our cups.

I took the plate and fork and started taking a bite," omfg this is soo good", I hummed. he stared at me wide eyed before taking a bite. before going back to typing on his computer he said,"here, why dont you try some of my cake". I giggled "we got the same cake though", I said, " I know, but mines tastes better", he said persuasively. he always had a way of talking me into things even if it was stupid. "alright", I said, he moved the fork towards my mouth signaling me to open it.

But, as he aimed the fork at my mouth, the cake fell over, landing right on my boobs. I had a very low-cut top pushing up my boobs. his eyes darted straight to them, I looked around for some napkins but couldn't find any. "L, help me look for some napkins", I said, he didn't respond and kept his eyes locked on my boobs, I snapped my fingers and crossed my arms. "Hmm, what did you say", he said stupidly, "Ugh, help me look for some napkins". "oh, I believe there are some in the bedroom next to my side", I got up hastily to the room; I looked around his side but didn't find any. I went to the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. but I walked out and bumped into L standing there wide-eyed. "what", I muttered as I pushed passed him, before I could walk back into the living room he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"I could clean you up", he said quietly, "I already have something to wipe it with, come on".I tried to turn but he had a firm grip on my arm. he looked at me with heavy lustful eyes redness covering his cheeks, he leaned closer as I felt something press against my stomach. "oh, that's what you meant", I hummed. he wrapped his arms around me tightly and started kissing my neck. I whimpered softly as he pushed his bulge against my stomach. I pressed my boobs against him as he lowered his hands down to my ass. he shuffled me to the side of the bed kissing my neck to my chest and slipping off the straps of my tank top. he looked up at me curiously before gripping my breast and devouring the melted piece of cake. I squirmed and moaned, feeling a puddle form between my thighs. he humped into my entrance softly as he sucked and nibbled at my perked nipples.

he got back and took his shirt off, he had wide shoulders and his stomach was toned. I stared stupidly as I felt my heart race. his bulge pressed against his jeans with a notable wet spot forming. I went to unbutton his pants,but, before I could he kneeled down to the side of the bed and started unzipping my shorts. "may I", he asked softly, i knodded quickly as he pulled off my shorts along with my soaked panties. he ran his long finger through my slit, slick dripping to the floor. I squirmed squeezing my eyes together and running my fingers through his hair. he licked up my slit slow and hard, my eyes rolled and I gasped.

he licked, sucked, and pushed against my g-spot with his long fingers. I rolled my hips against his face as my mind went blank. I moaned and whimpered loudly, "ooh L, fuck", I whined. "shh love, the neighbors will hear you", he said in a cocky tone. my hands ran through and gripped his hair as he added a second finger pushing up hard. my back arched and my hips bucked as I felt myself ready to cum. he pushed my thighs up with one hand and fingered me with the other. he looked up at me as I rolled my hips a last time against his face before I felt cum rush out of me arching my back and gasping. I whimpered as I shook and rolled my eyes. I slowly came back L locked up at me with cum covering his chin. he got up, wiping his face, hovering on top of me kissing my cheek. I looked up at him, dazed, feeling the heat rush back to my cunt. he kissed my lips hard and fast as his hands roamed my half-naked body. he peeled off the remaining clothing lifting himself up to take off his jeans- the wet spot being bigger than before. he yanked off his boxers making his dick spring up and hit his stomach. I felt my heat throb as his dick stood up with pre- cum coating it heavily. he looked at me with a grin before lifting my legs up to his shoulders.

he pecked at my neck, "are you ready?", he said softly. "yes, please", I said. he gripped my thighs and lined his dick up with my entrance slipping back and forth before finally sliding in. I gasped from the stretch gripping the sheets. he was fairly large so I could feel him hit my cervix making me shake. he grunted and started thrusting his hips deeply. as he went faster, my eyes rolled as I moaned loudly, his hair swayed over his face and sweat formed at his brow. my tits bounced and my nipples perked with every thrust, moaning and whimpered trying (barely) to stay quiet. he huffed with a moan coming out ever so slightly. I squeezed my eyes together as he thrusted harder and faster, signaling he was going to cum soon.

"ooh baby, I'm gonna-", I whined before he kissed my lips. he pushed my thighs up to my chest as I scratched at his back harshly. he gave up his composure and started moaning loudly too as he went faster and harder, he lgot up thrusting faster and sloppier before finally cumming. I gasped as I felt his cum shoot into me and my fluids releasing, I shook and whined. he huffed leaning his head before slipping out of me slowly. I shook not being able to realize he had moved, kissing my forehead and layed down next to me.

I lay there with cum covering me and leaking out. he got up and went to the bathroom and came out with a washcloth to wipe me. "you look beautiful, love", he said in an arrogant tone, " oh shut up", I mumbled before giggling. as he picked me up to put me into the shower, we heard a knock looking at each other confused, " who could that be", he said. he put me in the shower before slipping on jeans and a t-shirt to check the door.

L's POV I walked out, the knocking continuing. I couldn't think of who would be at the door or maybe we were being too loud. I opened the door to see an old woman with a sour look on her face. "I have been trying to read for the last hour now, but you people have been screaming and hitting the wall with the headboard.", she said in an aggravated tone. I felt rather embarrassed knowing she heard everything, " I apologize, we'll be quieter next time", I said. " you better or I'm calling the front desk", she said, "I understand, it won't happen again", I said sternly. she left turning up her nose and grunting at me.

I walked back into the bathroom, shedding my clothes. "who was that?", she asked me "the woman staying next to us", I said, " she said we were being too loud, and the headboard kept hitting the wall", I said. she gasped, not saying anything and continued showering. I slipped in, teasingly gripping her waist and burying my face into her neck. I bit at her neck making her whimper, "let's be quieter this time, shall we?"

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[tennisthemedhatesex]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: L/Yagami Light Characters: Yagami Light, L (Death Note), Matsuda Touta, Aizawa Shuuichi, Yagami Souichirou, Mogi Kanzou, Mello | Mihael Keehl, Near | Nate River, Matt | Mail Jeevas, Amane Misa, Mikami Teru Additional Tags: Ghost L (Death Note), Ghost Sex, Porn With Plot, Yagami Light is Kira, Possession, BDSM, Anal Sex, L Has a Kira Fetish (Death Note), Light Has a Kira Fetish (Death Note), Murder Kink, Yagami Light Has a God Complex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Worship, Masochism, Unsafe Sex, For Several Reasons, But not extreme ones, Autistic L (Death Note), AsPD L (Death Note), Vaguely Cluster B Light (Death Note), Smut, Comedy, Light Angst, Wammy Boys, Fun times with security feeds, Canon is play dough to me, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, But I changed some things anyway Summary:

Light had treated himself to some new stationery, a Montblanc fountain pen that fits so comfortably in his hand he could forget he was holding anything, and a new fast-drying ink set. He filled the pen’s ink cartridge and was about to replace it in the pen before he decided L’s name on that page was too annoying. He pressed the cartridge to the page, hard and watched the steady pool of ink bleed through the page, slowly spreading to make L’s name invisible. He had tested out crossing out, erasing, and other methods of destroying names before, and knew this would not have any effect. He wasn’t looking for one other than erasing L’s effect on him completely.

500 names later and he still couldn’t sleep. He was calmer though, and tired. Light found himself slipping into an almost sleepwalking trance. He felt like he was dreaming, watching his body act without him.

He took the notebook, went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and held a corner into the flame.

**** Let's see if L can still win, despite being dead, or if Light will find a way to rid himself of this inconvenient spirit.

[chidorrrita]

・❥・I'm your puppet

You bring up the idea of L using you to distress. He agrees. Absolute filth follows.

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: smut (pretty obvious), heavy degradation, slight praise, breeding, slapping, slight cum eating, being called pretty little thing and slut, reader is a freak for L

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1000+

: ̗̀➛ a/n: two posts in a week, who would have guessed. anyways please enjoy the degenerate activities here. 

L positions you in the way he wants, pulls you up by your throat, long fingers curling around constricting your breaths, until your body is pressed against his, as his hips snap against the fat of your ass causing a “pap pap” sound to echo throughout your room. 

He’s relentless in his search for pleasure, paying you no mind, as his hand begins to squeeze your throat, the other snakes its way to seize your hip in a bruising grip, and hot pants and low grunts escape his chapped lips as they brush against your ear. Your mind turns to mush, no longer able to distinguish pain and pleasure as it creates a sinful mix tricking you into begging for more. All that comes out is a series of babbles, drool dripping down onto your chest, and L smugly laughs at your pathetic self. Too drunk off this moment to say or do anything as he bends you over, forcing your head into a pillow, to hit that sweet spongy spot inside. You let out a scream of delight as if he understood your pleads, and in return clench around his cock deliciously. He lets out another grunt, deep from within his chest, and smacks your ass letting the sting linger before smacking it again with just as much force. It sends your body jolting forward, too much for your broken mind to handle, and you try to squirm from his grasp, but he drags you back to where you belong. Taking his cock like you were made for this, made to be ruined by him. 

Muffled mewls and a feeble excuse of thrusting yourself back on his dick makes his mind lose focus. Normally crippled by the weight of his cases, L kneels taller now, filled with thoughts of fucking you full. He pulls out, just kissing your hole with his flushed tip, until ramming himself back in, setting a brutal pace on your body. You couldn’t be more delighted. 

It was your idea to help him distress. A method, other than eating a concerning amount of sweets, to relax him. 

You picked at the threads on your sweater as you watched him reach for another stack of macarons after downing two boxes. His fingers danced across his keyboard, quickly typing out a report in some language you can’t discern, before he spots you shyly inching over. 

L stuffs a strawberry macaron in his mouth before asking “woul’ ‘o’ ‘ike o’e” offering you a vanilla one. 

“No it’s okay” you say trying to hide a chuckle bubbling its way out. “I was actually wondering how your job is going.”

He continues to violently chew, “ ‘qui’e ‘ell,” he swallows thickly, “why do you ask?”

“Well,” you peer down to your socks, rubbing your toes against the carpet, “I was just worried if you were stressed. You’ve eaten almost three boxes of those.”

“Sugar keeps the brain awake,” he states matter-of-factly as he goes to grab another one.

Your hand stops his, holding it in place, and he looks up to you slightly confused with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He’s trying to read you.

“Maybe you should rest a while. Let your brain reset, you know?” His gaze shifts to his laptop. The report is nearly finished, and it has been weeks since he could sleep for more than an hour. He can never fully rest on a job like he can when he’s with you. His mind is plagued by images of known friends and nameless faces calling him, but you keep them at bay. Perhaps resting will do him some good. 

His voice softens to barely a whisper, “that would be good,” until he corrects himself “then I can continue working.”

“I’ll help you distress.”

L starts to get ready for bed, gingerly changing into his pj’s which really only consists of taking off his pants, and begins to slip into bed until he notices your apprehensive self still standing at the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh. Nothing, nothing,” but you still remain at the door.

His eyes squint in suspicion, letting silence question you instead of him. You quickly relent. “I mean… Well I feel bad now.”

More silence.

You sigh, frustrated at the fact your will power breaks so easily for him. “I was going to ask if you wanted to have sex to distress, but then you were actually going to sleep and now-”

“I would very much like to have sex with you.” 

“-I feel like an asshole- wait what?”

“I said I would like to have sex.”

The air in the room turns thick with the smell of sweat and sex cut by your pornagraphic moans, and L’s harsh pants, and the sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass. 

The position he has you in makes him hit even deeper than you could imagine, leaving you incapable of moving let alone thinking, but no need to think. A pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to think when you have L as your lover. He knows what you need is to be a good little slut and take his cum.

Your hoarse voice says “‘is too much. Can’t take it.” between moans, legs shaking underneath L’s thighs.

He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Yes.” “You.” “Can.” forcing the bed frame to hit the wall. 

He bends over your hunched frame, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your neck until he reaches your neck and he whispers “be good for me,” and you cum.

Stars dance around the corner of your vision as a soundless scream escapes you, and your hole tightens around L’s cock making him hiss. He drops to his elbows, succumbing to only shallow thrusts until it’s all too much and he cums filling your hole and pushing it back in with his cock. He stays until he softens and falls out, and his eyes fall on your thighs. His cum is smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down between your ass and on to the bed. He scoops it back up and pushes it in, not wanting to waste a single drop, and you moan at the intrusion. 

He takes his cum covered fingers to your parted lips, already familiar with routine, and you wrap them around his fingers, tongue swirling to get every last bit. You release them with a ‘pop,’ eyes waiting patiently for your reward, and he obliges, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He gets up to get a towel and begins to get you cleaned up, kissing each bruise he left, and massaging your sore limbs. 

“You did so well for me.”

“Would you say you’re sufficiently relaxed?”

“Yes, very relaxed. Thank you.”

He kisses your head, and tucks you into bed smiling to himself. How he ever got you to be his lover, he will never know, but he is forever grateful you are.

[satorusluver]

Mello x reader hcs

Warnings: mentions of sex, Mello is toxic (is anyone surprised?)

Word count: 400 ish

Imagine having a on again/off again relationship with post-Kira AU Mello who

-Really shouldn't be involved with you and lives a life way too busy and dangerous to commit to a serious relationship, but can't ignore the chemistry you two have.

-Is weirdly vague about what he does for a living (because he's in the mob) but you're smart enough to figure out early on that it's less than legal, and eventually it becomes an open secret.

-Repeatedly bootycalls you, spends the night, and then disappears for days or weeks. Partially because he's in the mob, partially because he panics every time he starts to feel himself developing serious feelings for you.

-Likes to buy you gifts (especially to apologize for disappearing again) and has even gotten you matching couple's accessories despite his insistence that what you two have is casual. Just don't ask where he got the money for that bracelet from Tiffany's (cough drug ring cough).

-Slowly opens up to you a little about his past as he starts to trust you - losing his parents, growing up in an orphanage, the pressure to be the best in an institution full of brilliant children, and you slowly start to understand why Mello is the way he is.

-Shows rare glimpses of uncharacteristic vulnerability that make you realize he gives way more of a shit than he acts like he does (both about you and in general).

-Let the L word slip one time when you two were having drunk sex. He hoped you wouldn't remember (you did).

-Gets unexpectedly affectionate and cuddly in the afterglow of sex for a few minutes until he comes to his senses and remembers he's not supposed to get too attached to you....even though he definitely is.

-Hesitates the first time you touch his burn scars when you're lying in bed together. He'll never say it out loud, but he's insecure about them. No one else has ever touched them before, but he doesn't pull away. Over time, he actually begins to like it - that you don't hesitate to touch his scars and don't treat them like they're off-putting or repulsive.

-Feels really shitty for hurting you whenever he disappears and knows you deserve better, tells you you deserve better, but can't seem to stop coming back to you no matter how hard he tries because you might be the only uncorrupted thing in his life and one of the only people he's ever felt safe letting his guard down around.

[brook-nlyn]

Lawliet + breeding or something (full on Bluesky and twt soon)

My Bluesky is: elliespampg.bsky.social

[lavandulawrites]

I really need to think about something else rn, so please send in asks, thirsts (be over 18 and non anonymous pls as I don’t want minors to interact with NSFW stuff in my blog) or just thoughts🩷 Don’t worry about spamming me

Thank you🫶🏻

[kalidoll]

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓎 & 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒

(Implied female reader!!

NSFW)

(Earlier today I was scrolling through my tiktok feed and saw a video about top boys who cry and apologize mid thrust and that’s something that’s just like 😍 so I wrote about it and relating to it.. I hope you enjoy.)

L had some long needed free time from the case and he decided to spend it with you. You were surprised when he came up into your bedroom and wanted to.. cuddle? This antisocial insomniac wanted to cuddle. Yeah right, The idea itself was laughable. You knew something was up from the way he was looking at you and how he specifically came upstairs to ask to lay with you. You asked..

Y/N: “L, Why do you wanna cuddle? You’ve never been this clingy before.”

L: “I just wanna cuddle.”

He proceeds to whine a bit and press himself against you wrapping his arms around you while he presses his face into your soft locks of hair.

Not long after you feel his long fingers trailing down your body to the hem of your pajama pants and you don’t stop him because you knew what he was there for.. you were just seeing how long it’d take until he’d break..

As he slid his fingers into your pajama pants you gasped a bit from the coldness of his hand, you still couldn’t help noticing how cold his hand was yet it gave you a slightly more pleasurable sensation when he began to rub your sensitive bud in a circular motion, He had you laying with his chest against your back and your legs spread open under the covers. He rubs you prepping you to take his long member after. You feel his hard on already pressing against your ass as he kisses your neck and continues to rub your bud. He teasingly dips a finger in just to hear the pleasureful moans that fall from your lips while his other hand gently pinched your nipples and groped your breasts. After making you drip and soil your panties he gently rolls himself over to get on top of you taking his jeans and boxers off. He sprung out rock hard from touching you in your sensitive places..

He looked at you with a pleading look.

“Can I slip it in please?”

You responded

“You’re not going in unless you put a condom on”

He then responded with a whine..

“Please Y/N, I didn’t bring one and i need it..”

He pouted

He lays himself on you with your legs wide open around him

It was something about the way he pouted at you and whined to you about wanting to slip in.. it was arousing. So you finally agreed..

After only a few seconds he had himself slipped into the tight warm and wet space, your heat enveloping him. He begins to find his pace slowly rocking his body against your pretty cunt. With every thrust he whimpered into your ear apologizing for being so hard and for already being so close..

He continues rocking against you, sweet moans pouring from your lips from the spots he continues to hit over.. and over.. and over again.. He gets you close before you feel his thrusts start to get more sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you.

*He whimpers and exhales shakily in your ear*

“please please let me cum in here, please..”

The bed begins to creak loudly as his pace gets faster, a wet slapping sound fills the room as you nod desperately agreeing to let him blow his load inside.

He continues to move his cock around inside of you until he blows his fat load all while whining and whimpering your name in your ear..

“I’m sorry.. god Y/N.. nngh~”

A few tears of pleasure fall as he coats your insides white..

If you didn’t push him off he could’ve fell asleep right in your cunt. He reluctantly pulled away from you, his cum spilling out of your pulsing hole.. You still felt filled from how deep and how much came out of his load he blew.. and if you had the chance you’d do it all over again..

[user73817]

mello dn fic

y/n is still in the trenches but this time it's a low maintenance long term situationship with sexy mean mafia probably gay emo boy mello

cw: toxic relationships, rough sex, choking, spitting (mentioned like once)

afab!reader, reader referred to as a 'girlfriend'

~ 900 words

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He isn't sweet or kind. You doubt if an inkling towards kindness has ever come to him his whole life. 

He’s callous and rude, spiteful in his words. Impolite and inconsiderate are two words that often spring to mind when thinking about Mello. Yet you can't recall any times he’s spat words of cruelty your way, perhaps you just don't know him well enough, but his voice sounds more quiet, somehow less abrasive when he talks to you. 

His hands never has any propensity towards such a frivolous thing like affection. Never lingers on the small of your back, never any kind of inclination to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The grip on your wrists both for when he drags you out from parties he doesn't want you at and for when he fucks you hard at night in his dark bedroom, is hard and unforgiving. There is nothing close to love or affection in his touch. You always feel the lingering pressure of his gloved, leather fingertips, another bracelet to decorate your wrist. 

He likes you most when you're prettied up so that you can leave him with mascara running down your cheeks and your lip gloss smeared into a pinkish stain across your mouth, the linger traces of it transferred from your lips onto his, and down onto your neck. He’s rather talkative most of the time, always ranting about whatever menial thing annoyed him earlier in the day, but when night comes he pre-occupies his mouth with other things, the sounds he makes are his restrained groans and quiet curses, the sound of him undergoing his belt, and the clinking of his silver jewellery. 

Sometimes he wants to see you every night of the week, and other times he hasn't even texted you in months. You never know what goes on with him. You don't know where he goes when he disappears late at night and early in the morning, or even really what he’s up to when he’s unavailable for weeks at a time. Honestly you don't even really know why you put up with his constant hot and cold. Maybe it’s something in the way he spits out his words with such vitriol that you can't help but be captivated by everything he says and does, no matter the cruelty, or maybe it’s something in the way he spits in your open mouth as his cock splits you open. 

The grip of his hand, hard on your neck and wrists, is blatantly possessive, but you're definitely not anything resembling a girlfriend of his. You know for sure you aren't that, but you have no idea whether you’re exclusive or not, or even anything at all, and you know better than to ask Mello. Maybe he has a whole armada of other awaiting girls and guys, and you're nothing more than another body, blending into a ten foot wall of contacts in his phone. The possibility of Mello not seeing anyone but you in the way you do is slim at best. Maybe to him you're just his whore who awaits his beck and call. It wouldn't be all that surprising given the fact that he certainly fucks you like a one. Most of the time he rarely bothers to even strip, an undone vest and no shoes is already generous. 

You’d think he’s incapable of feeling anything resembling passion towards another person, besides maybe a passionate hatred or envy, but maybe if you’re just crazy enough, it can seem to you like there’s something more than just pure sexual desire in his touch. Something more than just an erogenous tease in the way he can't keep his tongue away from your throat, something more than just selfish satiation in the way he drags his ungloved hands across your bare torso, touching every inch of your skin as though he owns it. Maybe if you overthink things enough, there are small kindnesses within his tight leather exterior. He always lets you stay the night at his, even though he often disappears in the morning, sometimes after leaving your neck bruised and sore to the touch, he kisses your purpling skin softly. There’s always a kindness in the way he treats you after, wiping his cum off your sticky thighs, pulling your underwear back on when you're too fucked to. He doesn't hold you in his sleep, but he stays close, his face only a breath away from yours, you can even feel the heat of his skin. 

 On rare, quiet nights, he doesn't fuck you so hard, where he takes time in undressing you and then himself, where his hand holds your jaw, kissing you softly, tongue as deep in your mouth as his cock is inside of you, where he comes loudly, unlike usual, inside of you as his tongue prods the shell of your ear. 

You remember meeting him through Matt, he was unlike anyone you had ever met before. The way he spoke, the way he thought, the way he dressed, the way he carried himself. All of it was his and his alone. You don't have any expectation of how long whatever it is that’s going on between you and Mello will last for, it’s a miracle you’ve even managed to stay in his orbit for as long as you have. You’re sure that you’ll probably end up with him waving his silver gun in your face one day as he tells you he never wants to see you again, either that or one day he’ll just up and vanish entirely from your life.

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tbh even i don't know if y/n is mello’s girlfriend here

actually sat on this one for a while cuz i forgot that i finished it. also not to lampshade but honestly i kinda changed my mind on my headcanon of mello's characterisation after writing this so that also kept me from posting it. but after rereading it, i still think this is kinda fire and holds up, so i decided to post it. idk i just think that mello's actually way nicer than how i wrote him here.

[chuulyssa]

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ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴀɢᴀᴍɪ !

↷ A/N ─ the long-awaited full ver of this drabble is here! will proofread this tomorrow oml it's 3am here again

★ COUNT ─ 1.3k

!! TAGS ─ light x reader, pre-kira!light, gn!reader, oral (m receiving), deep throating, slight (?) exhibitionism

★ PROLOGUE ─ giving your boyfriend head under the desk while he studies

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

The two of you were walking back home after school, neither of you speaking a word as you went on in silence. It was like a silent agreement that you would go to his house today instead of yours. After all, pissed as you were, academic stress did not help in uplifting your mood. Luckily, you knew just the way to relieve your worries while also getting your assignments done - and so did Light.

"Hello, dear," his mother greeted you warmly. "I assume he's tutoring you again? I sure hope he isn't too harsh on you."

"It's alright, Mrs Yagami," you smiled back at her, inwardly elated at the fact that some day the title you called her would belong to you.

"I don't understand, dear," she continued, "why do you need tutions from him in the first place? I mean, you do quite well as it is."

"I don't mind it," Light interrupted her before going up to his room.

You took off your shoes and shot her another kind smile before following your boyfriend. Behind you, you could hear Mrs Yagami mumble, "Kids these days."

The door shut behind you. Light immediately kept his bag in a corner and sat down on his chair. You looked at him with a bored expression.

"Already? You're not taking the 'tutoring' part seriously, now, are you?"

"Well, I have to," he said, taking out his Maths notebook and pen. "Your mother-in-law has entrusted me with this task."

You rolled your eyes.

"I don't study."

"I do," he shrugged. "And so, you must too."

"Nah," you flopped on his bed in a starfish position. "I'm going to catch some sleep."

"No, you aren't," Light said firmly and got up to hold you by your arms. He dragged you towards the table, pulling out a chair for you to sit near the desk so that you could keep up with his lessons.

"I'm not studying with you," you scoffed.

Light stared at you for some time before muttering, "Fine. You know what? Fine. Go to hell."

You chuckled and he shot you a petty glare. Opening his notebook, he started solving questions rapidly, not sparing you even a single glance and pretending as if you were as good as part of the wall.

You sat there doodling on a spare book you found. Your chin was on the table, and you were rethinking your decision to come to his house. With a sigh, you realized that you'd have been sleeping soundly in your cozy bed right now had you gone to your own house.

After a few minutes, you saw Light's pen slow down a little and an irritable look on his face.

"Y/N, look, if you can't make yourself useful, then you might as well go home. Seriously."

"What?"

"I said go home."

You blinked in confusion. Useful? Like how? You looked out of the window thinking of excuses to stay in his room. It may not have occurred to you then, but you really did want to stay in his company after all.

And then you got a brilliant idea. Of course! It'd help both you and him destress, and probably leave him flustered enough to do your homework as well. You could-

"Give you a blowjob," you repeated your suggestion to him while he looked at you with wide eyes.

"...Y/N-"

But you cut him off by pushing the chair you were sitting on away and dropping to your knees. He looked at you with a bewildered expression as you fumbled with his belt, desperate to free his obviously strained erection.

"Really, now?" you said in a mocking tone. "Already? I didn't even do anything yet!"

"Well, if you're gonna sit there looking like that, this is bound to happen."

"You could've been subtle about it though," you pushed the chair away to get a clear view and comfortable access to his cock.

"Wait, you're serious about this?"

"Um, yeah?"

"But what if someone heard us?" He protested. "My parents are down there. Heck, Sayu is down there! This is not a sound proof room, we're gonna get c- ah!"

You cut him off with a little lick to the top of his cock. With your right hand you gripped his base and lowered yourself to him.

"Say it again," you said with an amused smile on your face, lips pressed against his dick. "Let me hear your pretty voice."

He was silent for a moment. Then, he slowly reached out to dig his fingers inside your hair giving you the consent you were looking for.

"Thats a good boy," you whispered, making him shiver as your warm breath breezed his cock.

Your grip on his dick tightened ever so slightly as you got ready to suck him. His fingers were tangled in your hair while his other hand tried it's best to solve the math equations for his assignments.

You licked the tip again. Light's hips jerked upwards but you pushed him down with all your might.

"Stop teasing," he breathed, looking away as if to hide his fluster.

You rolled your eyes before finally taking him, inch by inch, inside your mouth. You felt your lips stretching to accommodate his thick dick. It was an uncomfortable experience, but the little grunts that escaped your boyfriend made it worth the pain.

As your lips hit his base, you felt your saliva drooling over his cock, and immediately lifted your head back up, just to take him entirely again.

Light groaned. You tried to smile, but your work was more important. You bobbed your head up and down his dick, occasionally tracing his balls with the tips of your fingers.

"Oh god, no, what if someone sees us," Light said between moans of pleasure. "But, baby, please don't stop now."

You lifted your head completely to look him in the eye. He whined at the lost contact, and tried to push you back.

"Did you lock the door?" You said with an annoyed huff.

"Fuck, no, let me-"

You gave his dick a few pumps to stop him.

"Too late now. I guess everyone's watching Light Yagami groan and come all over his study table."

Light widened his eyes, which was a struggle considering your soft hands manipulating his movements.

You laughed at his pathetic state before taking him in again. You bobbed your head up and down, tapping his inner thigh in a rhythm.

Under your touch, meanwhile, Light was a whimpering, moaning mess. One hand was still in your hair while the other hand completely abandoned his futile efforts of doing his assignment and now lay scratching his table.

"Oh, oh god, oh fuck, yout ake me in so well," he threw his head back with pleasure. "More, more. God, i think I'm coming already."

At this, you gave him a smug look and pushed your head down on his cock until it hit your throat. Your eyes watered, but you didn't let it ruin the moment. Light almost let out a loud cry, both his hands attempting to muffle his voice as if on cue.

You choked and gagged, while he groaned and kicked his legs in the air.

"Fuck, fuck, shit, shit, I'm coming."

Your nails dug into his thighs to form crescent moons as he emptied his cum into your throat, careful not to let any of it spill on the ground or on the chair - anywhere his mom or sister could examine and catch him red handed. After making sure to take all of it in, you finally lifted your head up, licking his entire dick in one, long stroke before licking your lips and winking at him.

Light groaned at the smirk on your face.

"You're such a bad influence. Bad influence on the perfect Light Yagami."

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[cat3ch1sm]

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.

[mellos-blonde-hair]

He’s there somewhere

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[queenendless]

🔞❤️‍🔥 — MINE AND MINE ALONE — ❤️‍🔥🔞

A/n: Short smut commission for @bellarosethefangirl

Dom!Mello x Fem!Reader. Death Note AU. Short smut time!

SUMMARY: Collaborating with the mafia made Mello so preoccupied. So rendezvousing at the hotel room was his chance to be himself. Plus he missed his darling. Very, very much.

Mello yearned for your addicting warmth. Pinning both your hands behind your back, your nude fanny protruded out in the air as his sturdy stock was immersively devoured by your creamy cunt, greedily sucking him in immediately. His head craned back to let out that pent up frustration in various swear filled groans. Nearly dying from explosions and being just a pawn in his rival's own plot to thwart the nefarious Kira can really rile him up.

“Fuck babe~ I've missed you~ And your scorching tightness~ So damn much~!” Spanking your blushing cheeks to hear your yelps and watch them cheeks resplendently ripple got him squirting thickly. “Mmh~!” You mewled in the sheets as you looked back, drooling with your tongue out, eyes crossed, high on arousal. “More, Mello, more~! Make me cum all night~!”

“Desperate little cunt, aren’t ya? But alright.” Grabbing a fistful of your hair, his rough tugs back made you shout loud and hard as his tempestuous self pounded you ferociously into the mattress. “You won't walk for weeks after this … fine by me~" Knotting himself in your womb, he nutted hard, springing your climax out as well. “Don't you worry. We're just getting started.”

[chidorrrita]

・❥・my lady is the sea

a different take on your relationship with l, you're not sure if he loves you or the comfort you bring

: ̗̀➛ l lawliet x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: brief smut, heavy angst, reader is referred to a whore once

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1.2k

: ̗̀➛ a/n: It’s my girlfriend’s (late) birthday!! Please enjoy this angsty oneshot to celebrate!

He calls out your name. A sailor lost at sea, eyes frantically searching for a light, and you open your arms inviting him in. His body is frigid, his heart shut, but he settles into you. He can never forget the sea, the sound of the waves beating against his ship, the cold that burns his nose, the numbing loneliness. It will stay with him forever, cursed and carved into his bones. You don't mind. You'll carry him inside, wrap him up in you, sit by the fire and offer a warmth he can only imagine, but it will be the best dream he'll ever have. It will keep him alive, if only for a little while longer out there. Give him hope. 

With teary eyes, you say his name back barely above a whisper in fear of scaring him. Holding him tight as if he'll slip through your grasp. You stay there standing in the doorway of your apartment clutching each other as lovers would. He pulls away first, guilt on his face and shame in his eyes, unable to meet your worried gaze, and steps through. A ghostly figure passing through the gates to peace. You stay in place, simply following his figure traverse through your house, floating from one spot to the next in unrest. Body unable to stand still, too accustomed to the swell and curl of the water, the aggressive pulling that keeps him moving in self preservation. 

He does not need to fear it here, and yet his mind is racing. Keep the sails pointed, the ropes drawn tight, the mast steady as another storm rages and lighting blinds him. You must assure him no storm will chase him here, guide him to rest, take his trembling hand in your sure one, and lead him to bed. 

Lull him to sleep with the gentle rock of your hips and your sweet words. The comforting warmth in between your thighs grounding him, bringing him back to you. Hands possessively squeezing your waist as you envelop his cock. No grand show is put on, no loud pornagraphic moans or creaky bed hitting the wall, just easy intimacy the both of you can fall into. Slow staggered, but deep thrusts up into your hole and his chest tightens, abs spasming. You lean down, chest rubbing against each other, he’s infatuated with the way you look above him, the sight alone nearly enough, and then you tell him to breathe. His mind blanks for the first time.

Force him to only think of you, you who stands tall at the bow breaking through currents and gifting him luck, you who slinks beneath the dark water and gorgeous silky voice that beckons him to join, you who awaits on shore clutching a silver locket made from the North of Spain. 

You plague his mind just as much as the fear does becoming this twisted sense of love and protection. He mustn't stay long lest the wind come here and rip you away from his grasp. 

In his last moments, he traces the curve of your spine, the fullness of your thighs, your cupid’s bow. A soft smile graces your lips, a pleasant dream, and little lines adorn the sides of your mouth. You would hate for him to notice, a sign of aging you’d try desperately to undo, but he adores them, thinks of them as a sign of a good life untouched by worry, a life with time to laugh. A deep furrow in his brow is the only wrinkle he has. His thumb rubs at the same spot on your face, hoping to remove any weight carried there. You need not have the same story of sorrow etched on your temple. Far too precious to ever be spoiled. 

Quietly and with all the months of experience, he strays from your warm arms, folds the comforter back, gathers his clothes, and leaves as quickly as he appeared leaving no trace of his ever being there save for the memory you hold deep in your heart. 

You awake clutching the comforter to your chest crying out “Ryu,” but he will never show for that is not his name. A fake he gave when you pressed too much. Ryuzaki. A fake that lies in your bed. You are not as much of an idiot as he thinks, you know it is fake, but it felt better to call him than nothing at all and maybe think he is real and not some ghost of the past haunting you. The true horror of a haunting is not when they are in the house, it is what they do to you after they leave. An uneasiness of when they will return. The dreadful realization you will be stuck in this loop of grief and acceptance of their leaving. That you will never know the reason for the visit, their departure, why they chose you to haunt. Was it because you were the first one  who opened their door at the sounds of their wails, who saw endless pain in their eyes and could not bear to see anymore? 

In between his visits, he’ll send an envelope, unmarked and unassuming, full of cash. Some sort of way of apologizing for he must know too that this relationship is wrong, but all his pride allows him to do is send you a gift. Not one that required much thought or pondering of whether you’d like it, but simply money. Had you not known him, you would’ve taken it as an insult. Money thrown at a cheap whore he visits when in town. You know he does not think of you as such, but you cannot help but feel as one when you lie naked in bed staring at him zip up his pants without so much as a goodbye.

If only you could rip away his pride. Bring him down with you and face himself. Staredown this spector he’s created in your mind and run him out, assure you he will not come back. Give you the comfort you give him when he returns from his travels, but he is far too greedy. He takes everything from you, leaves you with a sliver, and comes back demanding more. 

He is not a sailor for the queen, for justice, he is just as dirty as those criminals he hunts. Squirrels away when bright spot lights try to find him and steal away the hearts of those who care about him. He’s tucked you into his rotten life. Blinded you to make you think he cares, that he leaves for your sake, but how much does he. A mastermind at heart, he knows how to play you. Which strings to pull to have you cradled in his arms. The depth of his affection for you will be unknown, but his obsession with your character is ever present. 

The only sure thing is his love for the sea, the need to explore it, and make his name known for the sake of justice and righteousness. For the sea, he holds true adoration and will always return, and leave you, the forgotten spouse on land. Tied forever to him.

[theuncannyshii]

꒰⁠ᵕRequest⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ /Master list

Y'all, I have been bored ASF. I wanna write some head cannons. Requests?

For Naruto,

JJK

Random JJK headcanons -https://www.tumblr.com/theuncannyshii/770181078517481472/jjk-headcanons-ft-gojo-geto-toji-choso-and?source=share

Gojo -https://www.tumblr.com/theuncannyshii/770341803293556736/gojo-x-reader?source=share

Geto -https://www.tumblr.com/theuncannyshii/770342470412288000/geto-x-reader?source=share

Saiki K

Tomboy reader -https://www.tumblr.com/theuncannyshii/770136239835856896/i-think-saiki-with-a-tomboyish-girl-whos-actually?source=share

Pretty like Teruhashi reader -https://www.tumblr.com/theuncannyshii/770298775102160896/saiki-meets-a-reader-whos-pretty-like-teruhashi?source=share

Death note

Demon Slayer

MHA