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ׂ╰┈➤ ARDEN ♱ he/they | Amateur writer. Teru Mikami's spouse. Matt and Mello's third ♱

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Requests are TEMPORARILY CLOSED - (subject to change) ݁ᛪ༙ ׂ╰┈➤ Minors DNI

༒︎ Masterlist ༒︎ Rules ༒︎

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༒︎ Mixed Media Mayhem ༒︎

Includes - Mello/Mihael Keehl Content Warnings - N/A Notes - Ignore how much of a tsundere I made him in this...

Mello is so embarrassed by his own crush on you, both because he thinks you're a giant nerd and also because he begrudgingly thinks that it's very cute.

He's already used to Matt's incoherant ramblings, so hearing yours is no different. At least that's what he tells himself as he sits there red faced listening to you eagerly talk about the game you just finished playing.

He could listen to you talk for hours. It's your passion about whatever subject you're talking about that makes him so inclined to listen. He loves how animatedly you talk about your favorite video game, or anime, or whatever it is that you're obsessed with now.

Totally acts like he never pays attention to what you say, but gives it away entirely when the two of you go to the store and he points at one of the windows, asking you, "Hey, isn't that that one character you like?"

Additionally, he will buy you things based on what media you're into. New anime that you just got into and really love? He just bought you the first three manga volumes. You finished playing a video game and absolutely loved it? Don't mind that he bought merch of the characters that just came out.

Again, he will adamantly deny that he bought it because it reminded him of you, or because he has feelings for you. Instead, he tells you that he just so happened to come across it, or that they were giving it away or something.

Mello is smart and, unfortunately, very good at retaining things. Sometimes when Matt talks about the same video game you just finished playing he'll just nod and say, "Yeah, I knew that already." Matt grills him and asks where he learned it from, but he won't ever tell.

100% backseat games. He always acts like he doesn't pay attention to whatever you're playing, but still stands at least a foot away from you as he questions the decisions you make in-game and tries to direct you on where to go.

Claims that he doesn't like anime and that it's corny as hell, but folds almost instantly once you doze off and lean your head on his shoulder mid-episode.

Mello likes to watch you while you play games or read. There's just something so endearing about the way your eyebrows knit together in intense concentration, and the way you react when something big happens.

Sometimes when you're explaining the lore of whatever you're interested in, you'll lean in close to him to show him just what you mean. You don't notice the way his face flushes at the newfound proximity.

He secretly loves it when you find two chracters from whatever media you're consuming and tell him, "look, they're just like us." He loves it even more if the characters are implied to have feelings for each other, or if they're in a relationship.

Won't ever match pfps with you though. No matter how much you beg and try to convince him, he won't do it. He thinks it's stupid, but it's also because he sees it as something that only couples do.

Is totally not jealous at all if you get along well with Matt, and bond over your video games and manga. The whole thing is dumb and childish anyways, he doesn't need to worry about it. (He will)

༒︎ Under His Watchful Eye ༒︎

Includes - L Lawliet Content Warnings - NSFW (Dub con, and general yandere/stalker behavior...) Notes - Yandere L is an option I've never considered...

You knew this would be inevitable.

You work with the task force, and yet, when people in the task force were being put under L's investigation, you didn’t bat an eye. You just hoped that he so untrusting as to suspect you, that was it. L had such an unconventional way of doing things, but you just had to trust him. He was the key to solving this case, after all...

You went home that night with a pit in your stomach after L had announced that both the Yagami household and the Kitamura household were being put under surveilance. It was supposedly for the good of the case, but you couldn't help but feel like the detective had some kind of ulterior motive for doing so. L had every reason to trust the members of the task force, and yet he didn't. You decided to take a shower to clear your mind instead of overanalyzing L's distrust of his own team.

The night went by as usual, you got out of the shower and were able to get dressed just in time to prepare dinner for yourself. Life at home was incredibly mediocre in comparison to the high stakes of your worklife. You finished your dinner, washed dishes, and got ready for bed as usual, dragging your feet from your bathroom to your bed, exhausted from the day. You flopped down face first into the soft sheets and slowly shut your eyes. You were already starting to drift off before you heard a soft whirring noise. Your eyes snapped open before you let out a soft swear to yourself. You figured that your neighbors were probably doing something stupid and, unknowingly, interrupted your sleep. You groaned and pulled the covers over yourself, trying to fall asleep once again.

Things got weirder after that. Things from your house started going missing. First, it was your pen. Then, it was your favorite teacup. Eventually, it became more obvious that things were being taken. Your clothes had started going missing, and so had a pair of your shoes. And then it was your toothbrush. You'd figured by this point that there was no way in hell it was just you misplacing things.

After three days, you finally found it. Hidden between the shelf in your bedroom was a camera. It suddenly hit you that the camera was what made that strange sound you heard a few nights ago. The camera was moving that night, moving in order to get a good look at you as you slept in your bed. The sanctity of your home had been invaded, and had left you with three questions. Who was behind all of this? Why were they watching you and taking your things? When did this even start?

Luckily, you were able to get all of those questions answered the next day.

You were walking home on your usual route. You kept a close eye on your surroundings, looking for anything that was out of place. And yet, there was nothing. Not until you got home, that is. As soon as you stepped in your house, you immediately felt off. Even though the afternoon light was still shining through your windows, there was something in the atmosphere that unsettled you. Your body froze as soon as you heard footsteps coming from behind you, but before you could turn around, a rag was held to your mouth, silencing you. Your eyes began to close shut as the chloroform settled in.

You heard a voice as you slowly stirred awake, one that carried itself with low, mumbled tones.

"Thank you, Watari. Please close the door on your way out."

Your blood froze when you realized that the voice belonged to none other than L. Before you could react, Watari closed the door behind you and locked it, leaving you tied to a chair and completely alone in L's presence. Your eyes shot open, trying your best to figure out where you were despite the dim lighting of the room. All you could make out was the faint silohuette of L sitting in a chair across from you with his legs bent against his chest.

"You're awake," he said. L finally slinked out of his chair in order to slowly make his way towards you.

"L," you barely managed to croak out. The black haired man didn't stop creeping towards you until he stood about a foot away. "What's going on?" you tried again. No answer. All he did was stand there quietly as he inspected you. A sharp chill ran down your spine as he looked you up and down.

"You weren't supposed to find that camera. I planted it four days ago, and yet somehow you'd managed to find it already," he said blankly. "So, I knew I had to do something about it before it was too late. Before you were able to get a hold of the other task force members and inform them of my deeds." Your hands shook anxiously in the ropes they were tied in.

"I-You don't think I'm Kira, do you?" There was no reaction from him. Even if there was one, you wouldn't have been able to see it. The dramatic shadows of the room casted perfectly over his face, leaving you with just the imprint of L's human form.

"No," he said after a moment, "I do not suspect you of being Kira. In fact, I think quite the opposite. I believe that you, of all people, are completely incapable of commiting such crimes as him." That had caught you off guard.

"So, if you don't suspect me of being Kira, then why-"

"Simply put, you fascinate me." He took a step closer to you and leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing against yours. "How can it be that you maintain such a demanding worklife, as well as a mundane homelife. However, you show no qualms with either. You remain as carefree as Matsuda, and yet you're so much more level headed. Why is that?" He tilted his head to one side. "So many would've broken under the pressure you put yourself under. Could it perhaps be that you enjoy the stresses of your life?"

"No-" He cut you off before you could continue. His long, slender finger trailed oh so slowly along the line of your jaw before it stopped underneath your chin. L pushed his finger upward, forcing you to look up at him.

"Interesting," he mumbled to himself. He brought his thumb up and rubbed the pad of it against your bottom lip, almost as if he were inspecting you still. "Soft. Perhaps your intricate skin care routine really does work. I always wondered if all those bottles you kept in your bathroom served their purpose."

Then, before you could protest, he leaned down further and pressed his lips to yours. Sure, you'd always found him a little attractive, but he was technically your boss, and, therefore, there was no point in pursuing anything. Even if you did think about kissing him all the time, you'd wanted to do it on your own terms. Your hands pulled taught in the ropes as you instinctively tried to push him off of you. A sharp turn of your head was met with L's hand forcing you forward, gentle yet firm with warning.

The kiss was indescribable. L had tried his best to be gentle through his inexperience, and yet you could still feel just how badly he wanted to see what it looked like when you broke. L pulled away after a moment, leaving you panting softly in the open space between you.

"Hm. You're very good at that. I would apologize for my inexperience, but it seems as though you didn't mind." You were about to protest before he leaned in further and pressed his knee right between your legs. The sudden pressure caused you to gasp sharply, your hips jerking up to meet his knee for just a moment. It was only then that you could finally see his face, and the sharp, eery grin that he wore. "Am I wrong in assuming that you need help with that?" He pressed his knee further against your groin just to see you react again. You let out a soft moan and shook your head.

"N-No. You, fuck, you wouldn't be wrong." His grin only widened.

"Good." He knelt down in front of you not a moment later. His deft fingers teasingly fiddled with the zipper of your pants before he slowly pulled it down. "There we go," he murmured, more to himself than to you. He swiftly removed your pants and underwear next,, leaving your lower half completely exposed for him. Though his face was completely unreadable, you could tell that there was some hint of satisfaction in it.

He hummed to himself before he began to plant kisses along your inner thigh. You shuddered under his touch, squirming in your restraints as his mouth hovered just above the spot between your legs. You could feel his warm breath against you, reminding you of the fact that he was indeed human. However, the way he used his mouth on you was anything but.

He flicked his tongue against you tenatively at first, seemingly testing the waters and gauging just what made you shake. When that didn't work, he took you into his mouth, lapping and mouthing at you as if you were nothing but one of his desserts. Your thighs quivered around his head, instinctively trying to close despite how firmly L's hands pried them apart.

"Fuck, L. L," you babbled, already coming apart under his skilled tongue.

He said little to nothing as he worked you with his mouth. The only sound that could be heard was your pathetic little whimpers and moans, and the occasional squeak of your chair as you rutted your hips into his mouth. Then, without warning, L slipped two of his long fingers inside you. You gasped and clenched around his digits instantaneously.

"Don't mind me," he drawled as he curled his fingers and began slowly pumping them in and out of you at an already delicious pace. "Hold still for me, won't you? I'm not done yet, and neither are you."

You nodded and let him turn your brain into mush. You cried out when he put his mouth back on you, working you with both his fingers and tongue. Your entire body shook as you felt the familiar sweetness of release churn in the pit your stomach.

"L," you gasped, "L, please." L didn't respond. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and whining. "L, I wanna cum. Please," you pleaded with him. He looked up at you and hummed in thought before he experimentally pushed his fingers back in. You dipped your head back and moaned in pleasure, his fingers immediately finding that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. He continued to work you like that for a few minutes, curling and thrusting his fingers in your hole, getting you closer and closer. Then, he stopped again, slipping both of his fingers out. You sobbed desperately, tears streamed down your face as you pleaded with the detective once more.

"L, please," you sobbed. "I can't take it anymore. Please. Please just let me cum. Please," you babbled with your head hung low. L said nothing back as he watched you break. Your body shook with your desperate cries, trying so hard to get him to grant you this one thing.

Finally, L agreed, carefully pushing his fingers back in, for good this time. Your cries turned from that of desperation to intense pleasure as he latched his mouth back on to you. The combination of his skilled fingers and wild tongue made you embarrassingly close. L didn't relent this time, continuing his ministrations until you let go completely. When you finally came, L stayed latched on to you, his mouth lapping and swallowing up your release. Your whole body continued to shake even after he had pulled away, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. You didn't even have to look up to see the satisfied grin on his face.

༒︎ Near/Nate River NSFW Alphabet ༒︎ Includes - Near/Nate River Content Warnings - NSFW (Smut) Notes - Near is honestly a little hard for me to write, so I apologize ahead of time if this is out of character for him...

A - Aftercare

Near is incredibly slow and gentle with aftercare. He takes his time with you, and is in absolutely no rush. He always allows you to take your time to recover at your pace.

B - Body part

Near's favorite part of your body is your hands. He loves how they feel carded in his hair or wrapped around his own body, fingers twitching with anticipation. He can read everything about you just from the way they move.

Near's favorite part of his own body is, as expected, his hair. He loves when you pull on it as he goes down on you, the stark white of his wild strands contrasting perfectly with the soft skin of your thighs, making it the only thing you can focus on as he uses his mouth.

C - Cum

Anywhere you allow him to. Near doesn't really have a preferance, as your comfort comes first. Regardless, he will take his time cleaning you up, so it doesn't really matter where he cums anyways.

D - Dom or Sub?

Both. Near can easily play the more dominant partner if that's what you need, but he also likes the comfort of being taken care of for once (even though he has a hard time communicating that). It would take him a while to finally get comfortable with being a submissive partner, but with the right words and extreme patience, he'll get there.

E - Experience

None. That boy has been cooped up for so long, and is completely content with being by himself. The most he knows is basic sex ed, but that could hardly be considered experience, really.

F - Favorite position

Missionary. Near likes to look at you while having sex. The expressions you make, the noises that spill from your pretty mouth, the way your body twitches and writhes beneath him. All of it fascinates him, and he can’t help but drink it all in.

G - Goofy

Near takes sex pretty seriously. It's an intimate act that leaves little to no room for goofing around. If you attempt to humor him or even just laugh a bit while having sex with him, he just stares at you in confusion.

I - Intimacy

Near is intimate in the most awkard way possible. He will often check in on you and ask for permission before doing certain things, but the way he asks seems more quizzical and less like he's making sure that he's doing things right. He eyes you blankly as you chuckle at him.

J - Jack off

Near doesn't jerk off often, if at all. Not only is he a little embarrassed by that prospect (yes, he knows it's normal, but still), but he also just doesn't find it necessary. He doesn't really get carnal, insatiable urges like that.

K - Kinks

Hair pulling and praise. Other than that, Near is pretty vanilla. He doesn't really know too much about BDSM, or kinks in general, due to his lack of experience, but he does know that he likes his hair being pulled lightly and being praised by someone who doesn't just use him for his intelligence. He is very open to experimenting as long as it’s sound.

L - Location

Private, quiet, secluded areas are Near's preferance. He's uncomfortable with doing something so intimate in a location where someone could easily find you two, even if he could probably get out of it with ease. He wants to be able to have all of his attention on you, and take his time with it.

M - Motivation

Your calming nature is really what does him in. It’s the way you speak to him, low and steady like you’re trying to coax the trembling animal you know is inside of him, the way you’re so patient and understanding of him. It makes him ache.

N - NOs

Anything risky or illegal. Near very much likes to play it safe, so anything that could be potentially harmful to either of you is a definite no.

O - Oral

Thoroughly enjoys it. He doesn't mind giving or receiving, as giving lets him think about anything other than his cases, and receiving allows him to be taken care of for once. He's not too commanding if he's the one receiving. Oftentimes he'll grip on tightly to the sheets below him, mumbling soft words of encouragement to you as he restrains himself from grabbing on to your hair.

P - Pace

About average. Although Near needs to be guided slowly the first few times the two of you have sex, he gets the hang of things pretty quickly, and can handle the pace being increased slightly.

Q - Quickie

Near doesn't mind quickies, especially with how busy his schedule is, but he definitely prefers the slow intimacy of having sex more.

R - Risks

Near does not like to take risks at all. It would take an extreme amount of convincing to get him to try having sex in a more risky location, and even then he’d consider it at most. He doesn’t know what the purpose of having semi-public sex is, and thinks it’s illogical to do such an intimate act out in the open.

S - Stamina

Not that high. As previously mentioned, Near doesn't have any experience, and so I'd imagine that you would have to go slow at first for him. However, Near is incredibly smart and can adapt easily, so it won't take too long for him to build up an average amount of stamina.

T - Toys

I feel like Near would only use toys to help enhance the experience. He’ll press a vibrator against you on the lowest setting possible as he slowly pushes in, and only ever turn it up once he feels you getting close. He definitely doesn’t rely on them for any sort of pleasure for either you or him, though.

U - Unfair

Near doesn't really like to tease you, if at all. He's very straightforward, and the only time you're not given what you want is because you simply haven't told him.

W - Wildcard

Near has an odd fascination with everything. He likes to analyze and pick apart things, even if he already understands them. So, it’s no surprise that he wants to have you tied to the bed and watch you squirm as he analyzes every little thing about you.

Y - Yearning

Near's sex drive isn't high because 1) he doesn't view sex as a necessity and 2) he wouldn't be able to tell he was horny if it slapped him across the face. Sometimes he will make sly remarks and jokes about it just to test you, but he never really means what he says. It's almost always up to you to decide whether or not the two of you have sex.

Z - Zzz

༒︎ Conflict of Interest ༒︎

Includes - Touta Matsuda & Shuichi Aizawa Content Warnings - N/A Notes - This dynamic is so crazy lol. Love them <3

It's another day at headquarters. You sit down on the couch in the main lobby and shuffle through more papers. More criminals, politicians, and other business officials have been found dead and it's only been a week. You sigh deeply and organize each of the reports by the crime committed, your brain already hardwired into "work mode" before you feel someone poke your shoulder. You set down the papers in your hands and look up to find Aizawa staring back at you.

"Hey, can you tell your boyfriend to stop being such a clutz?”

His words catch you off guard. You blink up at the older man and slightly tilt your head to the side, the smallest of smiles tugging at your lips.

“What’d he do now?”

“I went into the kitchen this morning, and there was sugar all over the counter, as well as a few coffee stains,” Aizawa grumbles, very obviously reliving his encounter from this morning. You chuckle and shake your head.

“You know he can’t help it, Aizawa.”

“Still.” The man huffs from deep within his chest before he takes a seat on the couch beside you. “Would it kill him to have his brain function like a basic human being?”

“Hey, don’t be like that.” You elbow him playfully. All he does is roll his eyes and run a hand through his hair.

“The things I let slide because of your relationship, I swear.” Though he sounds exasperated, you can see him smiling. You scoff half-heartedly at his jab.

Just as you’re about to fire back at him, your boyfriend makes his way over to the couch. His hair is a mess, his tie is half done, and papers are strewn about as he clutches them to his chest.

“Speaking of the devil…” Aizawa mutters underneath his breath.

“ Hi, honey!" Matsuda grins and eagerly sits down beside you, setting down his messy stack of papers beside yours as well. You run your fingers through his messy hair to flatten it down and help fix his tie before kissing his cheek.

"Hi." You smile back at him and catch a glimpse of Aizawa's cold stare out of the corner of your eye. Matsuda, however, does not seem to notice. The smile on your face remains as you very obviously clear your throat, trying to get Matsuda's attention over to Aizawa who continues to stare at him sternly. The older man looks almost like a disappointed parent with the way he's sat: arms crossed over his chest and brows furrowed together.

Matsuda stares back at you with slight confusion before you motion your head towards Aizawa. Your boyfriend looks even more confused as his looks over at him.

"What's wrong?" Matsuda asks. You swear you can see Aizawa's eye twitch.

"Learn how to clean up after yourself!" Matsuda winces a bit as Aizawa raises his voice. "I was in the kitchen about to set my mug down only to find sugar and coffee stains all over the counter!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Matsuda waves his hands around in a feutal attempt to calm Aizawa down. "I was in a bit of a rush this morning since L finally gave me something to do that wasn't just paperwork or giving him coffee."

Aizawa says nothing, but his demeanor does soften a bit. You both know that the rest of the task force, especially L, can be incredibly hard on Matsuda at times, often seeing as more of a nuisance rather than participating member of their team. You lean in closer and gently pat Matsuda's hand, smiling up softly at him.

"That's great, honey. I'm so happy for you."

"While that is great and all," Aizawa sighs deeply and leans back against the couch before eyeing Matsuda, "you still have to clean that up now that you're done." Matsuda bolts up from the couch and nods.

"I-I know! I'll go clean it up right now." He rushes off to the kitchen, and you can't help but chuckle to yourself. You get up from the couch and well and look back at Aizawa before he can make any comments.

"I'm going to go help him before he makes even more of a mess."

༒︎ Shy S/O ༒︎

Includes - Light, Teru, & Mello Content Warnings - N/A Notes - Honestly, this is one of my more mediocre posts, and I aplogize for not being able to do this request the justice it deserves.

♱ Light Yagami ♱

Light is very protective of you, and often does most of the talking for you in social situations. Especially when you want to order things.

You love going to restaurants and niche, underground cafes with Light, but you're always much too nervous to order for yourself. Light, of course, knows this, and is more than okay with ordering for you.

He's gentle and polite with you, always so patient while you quietly murmur to him what you want to say. However, Light can become a little passive aggressive towards people who don't understand your quietness.

"Of course they can talk," he says with a tight smile, barely restraining his anger and frustration. "They've just had a rough day, so it would be greatly appreciated if you could leave them alone for a while and continue to communicate with me."

♱ Teru Mikami ♱

Teru often communicates your wants and needs for you as well. He knows what it's like to not be able to speak for yourself, and is glad to be the one to help you properly communicate your feelings. After all, that is why he became a prosecutor in the first place.

Teru always tries his best to make sure that you're comfortable in any social situation. He doesn't bring you parties or any large gatherings because he has basic common sense, and knows that you wouldn't enjoy it. He's incredibly observant, and knows immediately when something's off about you, often leaning over and quietly asking you if you're okay or if the two of you need to leave.

He's cutthroat and professional when he orders for you or tells others how you feel, replying with a cold "yes" or "no" to whoever is asking him (or you, more accurately) questions. He's quiet, protective, and doesn't take lightly to those who try to push your boundaries.

"They do not wish to speak to you, no." He glares coldly, standing both his ground and yours. "They have asked me to communicate to you, and I will do just that. I will have it no other way."

♱ Mello ♱

Mello thinks it's a little ridiculous that you find it hard to talk to people, but he doesn't say anything about it. He understands that sometimes communicating your feelings, or even talking to others, can be overwhelming, so he does his best to stay open minded for you.

Mello himself has no qualms with talking to people, so he ends up doing most of the talking regardless. He sits in the hideout with his hand resting on your hip, occassionally running his thumb along your skin when he feels you tense up during the conversation.

He's also incredibly protective about you, often glaring down anyone who dares to look at you weird for not wanting to talk to people. Mello is incredibly confrontational, and won't hesitate to call someone out if they're being disrespectful towards you.