Hi, How Are U?

Hi, how are u? <3

I was wondering if it was okay to request a Mello x fem reader smut? Just an established relationship thing where the reader is Mello’s live-in girlfriend and submissive, and she’s been demanding a lot of attention lately, which annoys him since he just has a lot of work to do. But when he sees how frustrated she gets from not being fucked, he decides to give her what she wants in the roughest way possible. You can include whatever sex act you’re most comfortable with, I’d just like it to have lots of slut-shaming/degradation, and I prefer if Mello is trans and uses a strap-on or other toy :) tyvm!

Hi!! I'm getting better, I got burnt out for a bit there and blanked on almost all of my requests. But, I'm in college now, and I'm writing this to destress lol

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Content: Trans!Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content. Minors, DNI. Slut shaming, degradation, Mello being a bitch and calling you a bitch, hand around your throat but not actually choking you.

Notes: My first Mello smut!!! Also, we stan trans Mello in this house. Please don't tell me you can tell I don't know how strap-on sex works-

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You huff, slumping against the couch with your arms crossed. Mello was on his fifth damn call of the day, going back and forth, trying to figure out someone's schedule or some shit. Matt relentlessly mashed the buttons on his controller next to you. You didn't care what he was playing - you didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Right. Understood." Mello spoke his farewells to one of his "colleagues" before hanging up.

Perking up, you look over as he walks into the room. "Mel, can we-"

"No, not now." Mello walked right past you and into the kitchen. "I'm just getting water then going back to work."

You pouted and sighed. "But Mello, we haven't spent any time together in weeks!"

"Calm your shit. I have a lot of work to do and no time for you." Mello spoke harshly before chugging his water.

"Ouch!" Matt chuckled.

You hit the brunette on the head before turning back to the blonde. "But-"

"No fucking buts, (Y/n). I already told you everything I needed to say." Mello sneered, continuing to drink some water.

You scoffed before turning around and "watching" Matt play whatever stupid game he was on. Mello then walked closer to the couch.

"Hey, Matt, c'mon. We gotta go." Mello nudged his brother.

"Yup." Matt then saved his game and turned off the console in no less than a minute, standing to walk with the blonde to the door.

"Wait! I thought you had work!"

"This is work." Mello spoke without so much of a glance towards you.

Then, the brothers left. Huffing again, you felt tears pricking your eyes. This is how it's been lately, Mello brushing you off. At night he goes to sleep after you, and wakes up before you. His work is taking everything over, and he never even so much as touches you anymore.

No matter how much you beg.

Whining to yourself, you surmised that Mello wouldn't be home for a while. The time read 9:04 pm, and he most likely wouldn't be home until 2 am. Huffing once more, you just opted to turn off the lights and turn in for the night. What was another night without Mello...?

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Fucking torturous. Your lower half was bare as you groud your pussy into Mello's pillow. The ridges hit just right against your clit, but it wasn't doing the trick. No matter how much time passed, your body seemed to involuntarily edge itself. Only Mello could do the trick anymore.

And with the past few weeks being like they have, you weren't sure if Mello would ever touch you again.

Trying to go at it again, you could feel heat bubbling up in your lower stomach once more, but it was more painful. 'How long have I been doing this?'

You hadn't been watching the time. Mello had come home, albeit earlier than expected. Matt went straight to bed, tired after driving all night long. Mello, having to chase someone down and get in a few fights, was also admittedly tired. Going to open his bedroomm door that he shared with you, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight.

You, furiously riding his pillow. But, of course you couldn't reach your high, and your hips stopped moving. Sighing to yourself, you took the pillow out from under you and placed it back on Mello's side of the bed.

"Just fuckin' forget it...he wont touch me anyway..."

"No no, baby." Mello spoke. "Keep goin' for me."

Turning, you saw your beloved blonde. "And why should I? You wont give me any fucking attention!"

"I've been busy."

"And I still make time for you when I'm busy! Especially for your damn needs." You glared at him.

Mello took in your figure. Hair disheveled, eyes narrowed, face red with frustration, his shirt covering your torso, and thighs slightly coated in your sweat and slick. The dim lighting seemed to help set the mood, making every part of you seem sexier.

Biting his lip and throwing his jacket off, he approached the bed. "Yeah? Fine, then, you fuckin' slut. I'll give you what you want."

Mello crashes his lips on yours, climbing over you and pressing you into the bed. He moulds his lips over yours, running one of his hands over your breasts.

"Mmh, no bra?" Mello chuckles as he tweaks your nippe through your shirt. "Of course you would."

"What's- mmh- that supposed to mean?" You asked between kisses.

"It means you're a fucking slut." Mello kisses you again. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Swirling his tongue around and battling with your own, he slides his hand under your shirt to grope at your chest and pull at your nipples. You moan into the kiss and twist around, loving the pleasure as a result of his hands.

Mello's other hand dipped between your legs to drag up and down against your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, accidentally breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah you fuckin' like that? Of course you fuckin' do." Mello spits out, watching your face contort into pleasure. "Always demanding my fuckin' attention. Don't you know when to quit?!"

Mello's fingers work faster against your clit, building your orgasm higher and higher. Your speech reduced to moans and mumbles, Mello laughs in your face.

"Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a bitch in heat. What a fuckin' slut for me."

"Y-Yes, Mello! O-only for you!"

"Only for me?" Mello grins, slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" You grab his wrist, trying to grind against his fingers faster.

That caused Mello to stop. "Nuh uh. Good girls are patient. You're not a good girl."

"Yes! Yes I am! I promise I-"

Mello wrapped a hand around your throat, but being careful not to squeeze. "Shut up."

His tongue was inside your mouth again, swirling around. You whined into the kiss, pawing at his clothes.

"The fuck do you want now, slut?"

You whined, pawing at his pants. Mello made a grunt in response.

"You sure you deserve it? You've been a bad girl."

"I want it! Please, Mello!"

Mello slowly slid his hand off of your throat. Thinking to himself for a moment, he finally huffed, returning his hand to your throat, once more not squeezing.

"Fuckin' beg, like the bitch you are."

"Please! Oh, please, Mello! I want it- no, I need it! I wanna cum, and only you can make that happen! Please, please, I wont beg for your attention anymore, I'll be good! I'll be a good girl, just please-!"

Mello leaned back and moved to open one of the drawers in his nightstand. Pulling out the strap, he laid it on the bed before unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"Since you begged so nicely..." Mello situated the strap on his hips. "I suppose I can give you this."

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning forward so the tip of the strap on touched your entrance. The other leg laid flat so he had something to grind on.

"Are you ready?"

All you could do was meekly nod. Mello pushed in, not giving you time to adjust as he set a faster, rough pace. Gripping your hips to pull you in closer, the rocking motion of him against your leg stimulated his own clit.

Both of your moans mixing together and bouncing off the wall, skin smacking against skin, the feel of him rapidly moving in and out of you, it almost became too much.

"Mel-lo! Slow d-down!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mello moaned. "You wanted it, and I'm- ah!- giving it to you!"

Leaning forward more, Mello's moans grew louder than yours, finding he had more stimulation this way, and the dildo seemed to thrust deeper inside of you. Clawing at Mello's back, you moaned and whined for him, begging him to let you cum.

"Mello! Mel! Ple-please! Please make me cum! Please! Oh~!"

Mello panted between his own moans. "Look at me when you cum. Fuckin' look at me!"

Mello grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes as he picked up his already impossible pace. "Let go, let go, cum for me. Cum for me, slut. My slut! Ah~!"

The coil kept wrapping tighter and tighter and tighter, Mello moving his free hand to furiously thumb your clit. Letting out a final scream, the coil burst, and Mello drank in your post-orgasmic state. Grinning down at you as you came all over the dildo, he continued to thrust, grinding himself on your thigh.

"M-Mello...! T-too much!"

"Shut it." Mello whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he furiously ground his clit against your thigh, resulting in the dildo furiously pounding in and out of you.

"M-Mello!"

Clawing at his back again, the coil started to build up again. Mello bit your neck and gripped your sides as he neared his orgasm, trying to silence his moans.

"Me-Mello, I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I know, me too...!" Mello panted, keeping his pace.

Pushing your leg back as far as it could go, he pounded into your pussy, thumbed your clit once more, while furiously grinding his own clit against your thigh.

Finally, you both came together with a loud scream of each other's names. You felt lightheaded as he slowed to a stop, but also fulfilled. Both of you panted and gently let go of each other, Mello slowly pulling out and pulling off the strap.

Lazily dropping it on the ground, making you laugh, he opted to just lay on top of you.

"That was...ah..." Mello spoke.

"I...I'm sorry f-"

"Nah. Don't even. I was pent up, too." Mello panted. "You're fine, baby."

Mello gave you a kiss before playing with your hair, returning his face to your neck. Letting out one last sigh before nuzzling into your boyfriends embrace, you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Next time, shut the goddamn door!" Matt yelled from down the hall.

Vows | Self-insert | Angst

I’ve been having a block. So have this as an apology.

Based off the song: Bleed for Me — Crape

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Content: I’m using a self-insert (J) instead of (Y/n) for this one because I can’t imagine this being an x reader. But J is still reader-ish so whatever. I also just need to write this out and put this SOMEWHERE. Forgive me <3

Warnings: Heavy character death, aggressiveness, spoiler warning for Death Note

Notes: Y’all don’t gotta read this if you don’t wanna. It wont hurt my feelings at all. I just need to get something written or I’m gonna explode. I’m blanking on ALL of my requests. I’m also throwing you into this. Also also, if the format is weird, its cause im on my phone. It’s also 3:37 am where I am.

Some info on J: She grew up with L in the orphanage. Later got into a relationship with and married L. Adopted Matt, Mello and Near with him later on.

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J sat, in shock. Her eyes wide as she stared at the news screen. It felt like she wasn’t breathing, that her heart stopped. She honestly wished it had.

It was almost as if Kira had gotten her.

The news report showed a car. A red one. One she didn’t recognize, but she recognized the driver. The car was littered with bullet holes, the class broken and shattered. A body laid limp against it, a young man. He was in the same shape as his car, but with blood all over him.

His own blood.

She knew that young man. Tears began to gather at her eyes, her hands began to shake, and she finally felt herself breathe. But it hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to live.

The young man was her son, Matt.

“Mom?” Her youngest son, Near, called from the floor behind her. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to turn to Near and have him see her in this state. He was old enough to, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to see it.

Near got up and carefully stepped over his toys at his mothers silence. He was able to see the news. He knew he just lost his brother. He wrapped his arms around his mother, pressing his face into her hunched over back.

J finally began to break down and cry into her hands. Matt was gone, and Mello was who knows where. They were always inseparable, but she couldn’t help but worry for her eldest son.

Losing one son was enough. It felt as if her whole world was crashing. Again.

She’d already lost her husband four years ago — how much more loss can she take?

She twisted her body to hold Near. J wanted to comfort her son as much as Near wanted to comfort his mother. Near never hated his brothers, even though they ganged up on him after L practically chose Near.

J sobbed into Near’s shoulder. Near kept calm, but so desperately wanted to call out for his brother. J wanted it to be a prank, a stupid, very elaborate one that Matt would always pull.

But he would never get back up again. He would never pull another prank on them again. J’s lungs seized at that thought, making her crying worse. Matt was gone, and he was never going to come back home.

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A few hours later, J was getting off the phone with the police and making arrangements to have Matt’s body transported to England for his funeral. Her eyes puffy, mouth dry, and throat sore.

Anthony and Gevanni grimaced at the sight. In the time they’d known J, she was not one to cry. She was always a very quiet, stoic, yet verbally aggressive woman. If Near had brown hair, they’d think he was her biological son.

Gevanni handed her a glass of water. “If there is anything you need, just let me know, okay?”

She nodded to the raven haired man. “Thank you.”

Gevanni nodded and comfortingly rubbed the woman’s back for a moment before turning to Near on the floor. He’d been more quiet since Matt died. He had no idea that Near had brothers. All Gevanni knew of his family was his mother, and that his father died four years ago in Japan from Kira.

“Near, are you—“

J’s cellphone rang. She picked it up and saw it was Halle. Halle was tailing after Mello when he took Kiyomi Takada. She’d lost sight of him for a while before, J guessed she’d found him now.

“Halle, did you find—“

“Miss, I…I’m so sorry.”

J assumed she meant about Matt. But then she realized, Halle wasn’t here when J told Gevanni and Anthony about Matt. Her heart suddenly dropped to her stomach again.

“What…what do you mean?” Her voice grew shaky, earning the attention of Near.

“Mello, I…he…Takada, too…” Halle seemed to be traumatized. “They…they…”

“Spit it out, Linder!” J snapped, feeling tears gather up again. “What happened?!”

“Mello and Takada…are dead.”

For the second time that day, J felt everything shatter. For the second time today, she was rendered into a shock. Her grip on the phone was so tight she was sure she’d break it. Near thought her eyes were so wide that they’d pop out of her head.

“Mom? What happened.”

“M-Mello…” She slowly turned to look at her son. “Mello’s dead, too.”

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J had never gripped a counter so hard in her life. Her nails dug into the material. Her face wet from the sink water, brown hair draping over her face. The guilt swamped her head.

Four years ago, Mello and Matt had landed in Japan in secret to help the Kira case behind L’s back. J usually kept her cases as far away from her children as possible, but Mello is— was a very stubborn man. Never took no as an answer. And Matt never stood for being left behind, so he tagged along.

J had no choice but to let them do it.

After L died, just after his funeral, Mello and Matt wanted to officially join the task force. J refused, said she’d stay in the orphanage and help. Mello then wanted to join some antagonist group to counter Kira and fight him. J fought him on that decision, they had an argument, and Mello took off with Matt. That had been the last time she’d seen Matt, and the last time she’d seen Mello until he came to retrieve his picture.

‘I didn’t even get to say goodbye.’

J let out a whimper before sinking to her knees. She pushed her knees to her chest, feeling the guilt continue to swim around her.

‘L…L, I failed. I failed our children, I failed you.’

She let out a sob before putting her head down, crying for the third time that day. It had been about a week since she buried her two sons next to their father, L, and grandfather, Wammy. Roger had tried to offer support, but it honestly meant nothing to her.

She appreciated the older man, but she needed to go through this process alone.

‘But what about my only surviving son?’

Near’s face flashed in her mind. Her eyes shot open. Suddenly, J became terrified that she’d lose Near next. Her grief and guilt quickly turned to anger. She narrowed her eyes, still crying.

‘No. I may have failed L, Mello and Matt, but I will not fail Near. He needs me now more than ever.’

With newfound definitiveness, she stood and finally turned the sink off. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like shit, as one would if they lost their husband and two eldest sons.

There, J made two vows. The first being she would catch Kira, even if it meant she’d lose her life next. It was better than Near dying. J would not allow her only family left to die. She needed to remember L’s take on the case.

Light Yagami. He was the suspect.

‘Light Yagami,’ J growled to herself. ‘I will rip you, and anyone you love, to goddamn shreds. That I vow.’

Light Yagami would feel the same pain J felt. She was sure of it.

Comforting Touches | L x Fem!Reader | Comfort

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Content: Female reader, written in the second person.

Warnings: Brief mention about potential mommy issues (I'm projecting lol)

Notes: It can be seen as a part 2 to this. I also just needed to comfort myself.

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It was happening again. L could see your demeanor growing weak. Unfortunately, he was more tired now than the last time he had seen your depressive episode. His eyes stinging from the screen, head barely being able to be kept up.

Seeing L's state, you mustered your own social courage to address the task force. "Alright, we should call it a night. Everyone go home and get some rest, spend time with your families."

You specifically eyed Aizawa, Soichiro and his son Light.

The men all nodded, packed up their stuff, and left for the night. L sighed and visibly struggled to keep his eyes open. You leaned over the chair, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

"C'mon, hon, I'll help you to bed."

Knowing he had no choice, L nodded and got up, leaning on you as you went. L collapsed on the bed - he'd been up for almost six days. L kept his eyes closed as he heard you walk about, going through your nightly routine.

L heard you stop, sigh, and get into the bed next to him. He threw an arm over you and nuzzled into your neck.

"Oh. I thought you'd fallen asleep already."

"Mmh, no. Not yet." L yawned. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I caught it so late."

"Caught what?"

"Your episode. I've noticed you've been getting sad again."

"Oh...yeah." You'd muttered quietly, bringing one of your hands up to play with his hair. "Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be fine."

L shook his head and looked up at you. "Talk to me. Please."

You both stared at each other before giving in to your boyfriend's wish. "...alright."

You'd told him about your troubles with your mother recently. L listened as intently as he could. He hummed and nuzzled back into your neck again.

"I dunno how to help you...I never actually had a parent to do these things..."

"I know, Lawliet...jus' want you to hold me, okay?" You squeezed him close to you for a second.

L nodded wordlessly. Usually he hated when you'd call him 'Lawliet,' for alias reasons. But he was too tired to argue now, and he also wanted you to feel better.

So, he settled for wrapping his slim arms around you, falling asleep partially on top of you, trying to plan out how he could make you feel better in the morning.

He’s a ten, but he is condescending and lies quite often. He also sits weird, baths in a washing machine, pee squatting, and generally looks like a frog.

Oh WOW!! Thank you all SO MUCH FOR 102 FOLLOWERS!!!!

I know I’ve been away for a bit. Been busy with life things. But— how should I celebrate?!

(also dw im still trying to work on my requests. my life stuff is getting crazy and stressful, and college is going to start soon. I’m trying my best, and I thank all of you for your patience :3 )

Not quite a super fun fact, but not one that everyone is aware of. L never truly liked the guy.