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Death Note MasterList!

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◆Mello Keehl

⇝Brat taming with Fem!Reader

⇝"Sit on my face"

◆Various Characters

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

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

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

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

⇝Giving them head | Mello

⇝Going down on you | Mello & Light

⇝Feeling sore the morning after | Mello & Light

⇝Sitting on their lap | Mello

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

⇝Messing up his meeting with your dad | Mello

⇝Needy, needy boys | Mello

⇝Eating your snacks | Light & Mello & L

To be added...

Chuuya: Punches Dazai making him fall on the ground* Dazai: Rubs his cheeks and pouts* Kunikida-Kuuuun! aren't you gonna say something? Kunikida: Pulls Chuuya in for a hug while wiping his tears of joy* Thank you... Thank you... YES Thank you...!

Hi can I have a matchup from BSD pls? My Mbti is ESFJ, I’m a straight female, and I’m around 170cm tall. My hobbies come and go, but I mostly like reading, writing, playing my piano, music, chess and gaming. My personality is a Dazai kinnie and my friends say I am extroverted and funny, but sometimes I need some alone time. I also can speak 2 languages fluently, and I’m currently learning a third. I hope you stay safe Ash, & let’s be hyped together for BSD S4!

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Format: Headcanons Warnings: None Word Count: 0.3K A/n: Tysm honey, and here you go :>

I match you with...

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It is true that he's into a darling who's innocent and pure; but I think he would be interested in being around someone who can predict his actions and read his mind (if that's what you meant by being a Dazai kinnie). He wouldn't like it at first, but he would also take it as a challenge to compete with you, in anything that would come along; and as the contest between you goes on, he starts to grow interested or maybe like you.

If you meant that you're loud and flirty with people by calling yourself a Dazai kinnie; well, he would be pretty much the way he acts toward Nikolai; would keep you company as he continues working. (Lmao this doesn't really affect him)

Fyodor also knows more than one language. He's fluent in Russian, English and Japanese; and he might know other languages too, due to his interactions with people from all over the world. So imagine talking to him in another language in public while others stare at you curiously trying to figure out what you two are saying from the expression on your faces. Believe me, he would enjoy that a lot.

Fyodor's into classical music and instruments, so he would enjoy drinking a cup of warm tea in the evening as the luscious melody of the piano lightens up his mood. He might even teach you how to play the cello, if you're interested and he's in the mood.

Chess competitions. You and him sitting in front of each other as you adore how hot he looks when he's serious, concentrating on the game to beat you at it and fill his ego.

Books are Fyodor's good old friend. His oldest friends, to be exact. So just imagine your head placed on his chest as he reads your favorite book, while teasingly running his fingers around your clothed boobs.

I'm not sure if he would write as well, but he will definitely make some time in his schedule to listen to your writings, telling you which part to work on :>

I'm sorry if this is short, but you didn't put much information about yourself so-

I like your content and the headcanons are just chef's kiss but here me out though....brat tamer nikolai....him just getting the brattiness out of his s/o for acting up all day and probably be scary seeing him angry though

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Nikolai X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Short Fic

Warnings: NSFW! Content, Suggestive, Name calling (Slut, Dove, etc), Edging, Nikolai teasing the reader for how much of a brat she was, MDNI

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: Brat tamer Nikolai? Brat tamer Nikolai.

"Kolya...A-ah!"

The grin on the blonde's face extended As he watched you mewling from the slight touch of his fingers. His right hand had you pinned against the bed while the other one was busy caressing your inner thigh, earning a few whimpers which leaded to you locking your eyes with him, and regretting the little show you put on not long ago.

"What is it, darling?"

He probably knew what you were about to say, and the smug look on his face confirmed that; but he had to hear it from your own mouth. He wanted to hear you say his names, Exactly like how you do it when youre near your climax and the grip of your nails on his back gets tighter. He wanted to hear you begging him to shove that veiny fat cock of his down your entrance, making you gasp at the sudden pain; but greedier for the enormous amount of pleasure coming up. It didn't even have to be his dick; those long, slender fingers of his could suffice or even work better at some point, thrusting in an out of your soaked cunt with an unbelievably fast pace. He could compromise with the slightest hint from you since he was feeling mysteriously generous today; but as the cocky brat you were, your only answer to him was tilting your head to the side and avoid those penetrative golden eyes of his.

How disappointing.

"So we're playing this game now, huh?" He smirked, organizing the following steps in his mind. He had been spoiling you too much with affection and care, and they all leaded you to be a rebellious brat instead of a obedient good girl. Maybe he was being too easy on you; otherwise you wouldn't have thought about flirting with Dostoevsky just to get back at him for not being around so much lately.

Nikolai huffed as he adjusted your face back to the way it was, daring you to look away again. His eyes surveyed every inch of your stunning body, including your core that was surprisingly wetter than usual. It was perfect, You were so perfect; he can't possibly let a manipulative rapacious guy like Fyodor get his hands on this fragile body, can he?

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut"

His serious tune was somewhat appalling and innovative, but that wasn't the reason you were irritated. The real cause of your annoyance was how turned on you were by him manhandling you, and how your pussy ached for his touch while your pride was fighting back at him.

He hadn't given you enough attention properly as he was drowned with countless tasks and missions, and when you saw him at the office today, talking about dumb shit with Fyodor instead of coming to his s/o and giving her the care she deserves, it pissed you off; to the point of thinking about a stupid plan like making him jealous by smiling to his coworker a little too much, and making unnecessary movements like bringing him tea and brushing your hands to each other by accident, as you would say; But Nikolai wasn't dumb,

and he was definitely not into sharing either.

Your thoughts were cut off by his immediate grip on your waist, turning you over on his lap in a glance like you were some type of feather, making you pant at his sudden movement.

"Say, dove; do you think I like to be away on missions all the time doing Dos-Kun's dirty work, while he relaxes at his office?" His fingers started tracing around your folds, careful not to contact your swollen bud; just to make you desperate a little more. Your exposed round ass was calling onto him, making him want to decorate it with his handprint. You breathed heavily as you tried not to give into his teasing, but unfortunately, your body didn't seem to play along.

"No... But-" "Shhhh! Save it for later, babe" He smiled at the sight of you bating your breath, and poked the tip of your clit to feel your body tense up against his thighs. "Then, can you give me a proper excuse for your lewd doings earlier?" "I... I did it because of- Huh!" His sudden slap on your ass made you forget whatever you were muttering, and try to get ready for the next spanks expected from how his hand was running around your sensitive area.

"Wrong. There's no proper excuse for whoring around with other men. Specially not when your boyfriend is right in front of you"

Whoring around? That was a bit too much! All you did was giving a few hints to him! It wasn't like you were on his lap, riding him while your boyfriend was watching you! Though it would be a lie to say that you haven't had any fantasies about Fyodor spreading your legs on his desk, making you scream his name while his dick was going in and out of you; and Nikolai seemed to be aware of that.

"You see, I'm not exactly fond of the idea of Dostoevsky using you as his personal cock whore. In fact..." Two of his digits finally got a hold of your clit, slowly rubbing the heated lips that was drowned in your juices; and his head got located next to your left ear, causing you to shiver every time his lips brushed against your ear lobe. "I rather to have you dead than see that rat get a hold of what's mine. You know that dove, right? You know how much I hate others touching my belongings"

At this point, you were willing to get on your knees and beg him to stop teasing you and fuck you real good, but it was too late for that. You knew Nikolai wouldn't stop the show once it's started. It wasn't his style to leave things halfway, So you had to give him what he wanted; and after that, maybe he would be willing to have his way with you.

"Why so shy, Dove? It's not like I haven't seen you like this before. Or perhaps you suddenly went quiet because you're hiding something? Don't tell me that you were fucking with Dos-Kun while I was out working my ass off"

"N-No! No! I would never do that! You know that Kolya, right?"

The last thing you would ever want to see is how possessive he can over his properties.

"Good. Good" Nikolai gently caressed your cheek, planting a small kiss on your temple as his movements became circular around your clit. He could never let you get away from him; you were the only thing he would gladly give up on his freedom for, after all.

"Mhm, Kolya..." Mewling on his lap, you moved rearward to meat his digits halfway through your cunt, trying to feel his touch more. He smirked from the way you were trying to get yourself off using him. Oh how adorable you looked with your cheeks all flushed up and your naked body yearning for him, and only him.

Just maybe, maybe if you promise not to test his limits anymore and be the good girl you should be, he would show you some mercy and satisfy the needs of his slutty little girl.

"lay on your back, baby. Wanna make your mind empty of everyone and everything and fill it up with me. Let me show you what I'm truly capable of . You'll never think about him again, right? You know that no one will treat you as good as I do. You're my Little Dove, after all; how can I decline you when you already look this adorable and needy for me? I haven't even touched you properly and Look at how much your pussy is drooling! Just relax, Bunny; gonna make this night memorable for the both of us"

Damn this is long🚶🏻‍♀️

(@beandaifuku)Tried to write like you do since you're the goddess of writing smut, hope you don't mind-🤧

ok, ok, I'm back. I don't find that mbti type relevant enough and I despise tags, maybe because I have multiple personalities 🤣 instead, I will give you a quick description. Oh, and I choose Haikyuu as the fandom.

Adult girl, short, brunette, skinny with a big ass👀 I am very understanding and kind until someone really steps on my nerves. I have quite enough patience, however I multitask a lot and freak out when some things don't go according to plan.

I'm bi, if it matters, dom with women but totally sub with men (tbh, just my bf, but you get the point).

As of interests, I am a writer (started off with porn, but now I write mostly angst). I am also a photographer. I like to read, swim, watch series and well.. write. I do that way too much, never enough.

I like all animals besides birds 🙃 but my favourites are dogs and horses. I tolerate spicy food, but don't expect me not to cry while eating it. Oh, and speaking of crying, I cry SO EASILY when something touches me (be it a positive or a negative thing.)

If there's anything you need to ask, go ahead and dm me 😌

Fandom: Haikyuu

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw content cuz you're VIP

Word Count: 0.K

A/n: tysm bestie :D Here you go

I match you with...

Hajime Iwaizumi!

Ok tbh I always imagine Iwaizumi every time you talk about your boyfriend lol idkw

Oof I see a relationship between two understanding people. Iwaizumi has a HIGH common sense, and he has a high tolerance too, despite what people think of him.

:readmore:

He's not one to freak out (thankfully lol) so he would be there to calm you down by talking to you or helping you with your tasks. In the end you feel relieved cause the results are far better than expected, due to the help of your supportive boyfriend.

Lmao you a sub with men? That's nice cause I definitely see him as a top and let me tell you, he's a pro in bed🚶🏻‍♀️takes care of you like no one has ever had, and might be a little mean but it's just a teeny tiny bit and ngl it turns you on but you didn't hear this from me lol🚶🏻‍♀️

YEAH so overalls, a really fine man in bed :D I see him as the type of guy who would want to make his s/o faint from pleasure. He loves the expression you make when he drives you crazy with his cock so I contact is a must for him, which is why I think missionary is his fav position cause he gets to hit that sweet spot inside you and watch you roll your eyes back as you moan his name.

Did I mention that he's supportive? Like, A LOT. Would encourage you to do anything you want to as long as it's not harmful lmao. If it's kinda dangerous and you still insist on doing it then he's coming along, you cannot stop him.

MAN HAS THE MANLIEST VOICE EVER. Imagine him reading one of your favorite books before going to bed. He would have your head on his chest, holding the book with one hand and caressing your cheeks with the other one. If you're in for it then his hand might go to other places too🚶🏻‍♀️But it's rare cuz he just loves how you stick it to him and he gets to watch you drift to dreamland. He will slowly plant a kiss on your forehead, adoring how pretty you look when you're asleep.

He would always how his arm on your waist when you're out in public cuz mf is POSESSIVE as hell but is really good at hiding it. If anyone dares to flirt with you, he will give them a death stare and also a peace of his mind if they don't stop.

Treats his s/o like a princess. Anyone will forget about their problems once theyre out with him, and you are no exception. Would hold you and comfort you when your crying and will remain quiet, if you need him to be.

So yeah he's a gentle man, so you better not lose him🚶🏻‍♀️

Tysm for participating biscuit, and I hope you like this! :D

Frustrated For You

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairings: Fyodor X Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst Format: Short Fic Warnings: Reader sitting on Fyodor's lap, not in a suggestive way Word Count: 0.8K A/n: I'm not falling for him I'm not falling for him I'm not falling for him- Dammit; I think I've fallen for him 🚶🏻‍♀️

The light sounds of turning pages was the only thing filling the room, and was the only reason you felt this miserable at the moment. Your eyes were located on the dark-haired man sitting farther on his chair with his back facing you, thinking when was he going to stop working and pay attention to you, who had been waiting for him since… how long? You didn't exactly recall, since you always lost track of everything once you became alone with him. Nobody could understand how you loved him this deeply, to the point that you were happily willing to give up on anyone and anything just to help him fulfil his goals, not even you yourself; but you did knew something,

That he definitely didn't plan on doing the same thing.

God you felt so stupid, always waiting around for him, thinking when would he finally take a glance at you. You hated how naïve and dumb you were, clinging onto him all the time, begging him to spend some time with you for a while, and it was never enough; not because you were asking for too much, but because the only thing he did was using you to his advantage, and then leaving you behind, broken. How could you expect anything more from him? You being so pure and unsophisticated was probably the reason he got attracted to you in the first place. You deserved more than that; more than being manipulated into doing things against your will, more than sitting in a dark, empty office at 3AM, hoping that maybe your busy boyfriend would spare you a glimpse, probably out of pity or worse, by accident. You hated how desperate you were for his attention. You hated how your cheeks heated up every time you spotted his eyes on yourself. You hated how the slightest touch of him sent shivers down your spin. You hated how your body ached for him, and you hated how he never satisfied your cravings. You hated that all you could think about was how you wanted him to cage you between his arms, squeezing you as hard as he was able to as you melted from the inside. You hated this. You hated him. Unlike him who was rigorously concentrating on whatever he was reading, your expression was blank; staring at him for a long time without even blinking, like you were some type of statue. You kept telling yourself how much you loathed him, and how much you loathed yourself for being this frustrated for someone like him; but deep down, very deep down, you knew it was a lie; another lie you told yourself, just to keep your dignity from breaking any further. You knew it was nothing but some meaningless words you told yourself to maybe feel a little bit better, but it was all a lie, because you were aware of his condition. You could tell how pale his skin had became, after days of nonstop working without taking a bit of a rest, how he always had dark circles under his eyes in in the morning, and how he nearly fainted doing the tiniest bit of physical activity. Maybe he was suffering as much as you were, but he was just a pro at keeping it all to himself, thinking it's better this way for the both of you. Maybe he cared for you, more than you could ever imagine; or else there would never be a reasonable explanation for how you always woke up covered in a blanket after falling asleep waiting for him at the office. Just… how much complicated and mysterious could he be already…? You slowly got up, walking toward the man you adored with your whole life. The sound of your gentle footsteps made Fyodor raise his head a bit to see why you were attempting to distract him from work as you usually did, but he was surprised when he felt your hands on his shoulders, depending on them to make place for yourself on his lap.

"Myshka?…" You didn't answer to his call. Instead, you wrapped you arms around him like your life depended on it, inhaling his addictive scent as your tears found their way to your cheeks. His body tensed a little bit from your sudden arrival, but relaxed in advance, once he got used to the delightful warmness of your small figure curled up on his lap. Your fingertips slowly running around his skin felt so nice, making butterflies fly in his stomach. "I'm sorry, Fedya… I'm really sorry…" I'm sorry for falling this hard for you, to the point that I want our souls to become sole. It was a matter of time when you felt his right hand delicately holding your waist, slightly drawing unmeaningful patterns. His only relief was that you couldn't see how much of a blushing mess you made him to be, since your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You planted a small, but affectionate kiss on his temple, pressing yourself to his chest wishing everyday would end in something like this. If only time could stop when I buried myself into you… Your negative or maybe substantive thoughts could never matter at all; as long as you get to be stuck with a glorious mess, like him.

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