♡Rae loves Near♡

1. Near's S/O is close with Light(sad)

2. Near's S/O feels as if she's a nuisance to everyone around her(Comfort/slight angst)

3. Near's S/O admits Light is hot

4. Jealous Near

5. Near's S/O is a flirty vampire(sad)

6. Near's gender neutral S/O (fluff)

7. Near's gender neutral S/O loves to cook for him (fluff)

8. Near's fem S/O takes a bath with him (NSFW)

9. Near's fem S/O is really energetic and plays dumb but is highly intelligent (slight angst)

9. Near's male S/O is sleepy during the day and awake during the night (short fluff)

10. Near's gender neutral S/O teaches Near how to braid his hair (short fluff)

11. Near's female S/O is a Dyclonious

12. Near's female S/O calls him "my love" (fluff)

13. Near x Energetic reader

14. Near's tall male S/O (short hcs)

15. Near's an adult Yandere (long story)

16. Near's NSFW headcanons (NSFW)

17. Near's S/O in a secret relationship

18. Near's S/O is happy with Yandere Near

19. Older Near's S/O shows him how to give affection

20. Near saves Mello's sister and she joins the SPK (long)

Yes I do actually!! Pardon the delay but I AM HERE :3

Near's favorite position is when he's spooning you.

He treats you like his stuffed animal, wrapping your hands underneath his, enveloping you as close as he possibly can.

When you lay together in front of one another, he likes to throw his leg on top of yours, and uses his leverage to yank you closer. As you probably guessed, the man needed you as near him (pun intended) as much as he could.

Sometimes, though, he preferred it if you spooned him instead. Pushing his knees onto his chest, and letting your arms wrap around him, squeezing against his chest. In this position, you feel like he's your stuffed animal now.

When you would lay your head on his chest, he would wrap one arm around you and use the palm of his hand to gently massage your back, and depending how long your hair was, he'd twist and curl your hair without thinking, deep in his own mind.

Near finds himself most of the time craving your body, the way it felt when he would lay his head against your chest, and bury his head in the crook of your neck. It's like you were perfectly molded for him, at least that's what he thought. If he got close enough, you would feel his soft breath on your ear, and it would send sweet shivers down your spine. If you were lucky enough, he'd whisper how much he loved you in these quiet moments where only you and him mattered.

He would run the tips of his fingers gently across your waist, up to your stomach, outlining each and every curve and plane, until he would get to your face, in which he would trace your lips to your nose to your eyes, which he would save the best part for last. He would place gentle kisses on your closed eyelid, cherishing the parts of you that allowed you to see him fully, and understand him wholly.

Near is not one for PDA.

However he does manage to find a moment alone with you to sneak a few kisses on your lips, the nape of your neck, and your jaw. As flustered as you would get, he couldn't help himself. He had to let you know how much he craved you.

Sorry if my English is bad, cuz it ain't my first language😭😭

Oh Anon... Your wish is my command. This one's a long one so strap in and enjoy!!

--Y/N's POV-- "Pack up your bags. Let's go." Mello's cutthroat attitude stroked your raging migraine again. You felt so annoyed at his constant shifts in mood all day, but you may as well pop a vein at that point. "What is it now?" You sighed. "I said let's go." You bit your lip and stomped over to your wardrobe, throwing open the damn thing and tossing clothes over your shoulder. Mello stood still leaning over your doorway, watching you shove all you needed for a surprise mystery trip into your suitcase. He clicked his tongue in annoyance watching you struggle to close it, making his way over to smash it down with his elbow and draw the zipper closed with brute force. You rolled your eyes. Brute. "Are you going to tell me now where we're going?" You asked, rushing to keep up with him in the airport. The people shoving past you only seemed to increase, and if Mello wasn't so tall, you're sure you would've lost him. Your older brother was as impatient as he was hot tempered, and neither made a good combination when it came to keeping people in the loop. "I'm getting my photo back from Near." You throat tightened, your eyes as wide as the full moon. You'd heard a lot about Near. Through anger-fueled rants, through sleepless nights, your brother loved him, hated him, and you had never met him. He was this untouchable being that Mello desperately tried to claw out of his way. Near was never around, but somehow his presence dominated Mello's entire life trajectory. Like a little kid, he had to beat him, no matter what he was doing. "Wait, what? Isn't he in the middle of the Kira case?" You desperately called after Mello, who began to become a faraway blur of ginger in the crowd. When Mello didn't respond, you shoved past people rapidly to finally reach Terminal D6, where he stood underneath a large screen that read 'Tokyo, Japan'. Your rage burrowed in your chest and you spun him around to face you, his eyes burning with resolve. "This better not be to settle a score," you warned. "Y/N," Mello fisted a chocolate bar from his jacket pocket and tore the packaging down. "There wasn't ever a score to settle. I'm gonna catch Kira all on my own." You fought the urge to slap your palm on your face. The flight came and went, you both settled into your hotels before Mello started towards the door. "Wait," you said, "I'm coming with you." "No," he snapped. "If I don't go with you, you're just going to do something stupid again." Mello let out a low grunt and threw up his hand in defeat. You followed after him, feeling your chest tighten in anticipation. Mello rejected your help at every turn, his manly pride getting in the way of your willingness to be of use to him and the case. You didn't have many ambitions in life, you were tied to Mello and his self-destructive tendencies since you were little, and you were determined to keep him away from trouble. You'd found him crying with his head buried in books more times than he'd ever let you admit. You chased after him, you needed to, you needed him to need you. Without him, what could you really do?

He allowed it after many protests. At the very least, you'd prevent him from declaring another war on Near. You grabbed whatever courage you could find and followed out the door.

--Near's POV--

Near's only goal was to take Kira down and surpass L. That's all he was brought up to do, all he could possibly imagine outside of his own existence. He lived in a box, yet he could see all four corners as if he'd always been watching it from afar. His mind wasn't on the same wavelength as others, and as a result he struggled to connect with people.

One thing was certain, if he didn't get full support of his subordinates he would crumble like a dying star. His gaze flickered up to one of his monitors and back down to his toy truck, until his momentary peace was interrupted by Rester's warning that Mello had broken into headquarters holding a gun to Lidner's head. He craned his neck up to look at the monitor above him. His eyes widened at what was behind him. A girl. She carried a gentle serene beauty that directly contracted Mello's brute nature. Mello's little sister, Y/N. "Let him in," was Near's simple command.

The door flew open, and Halle walked in confidently with her head held high. She never really was afraid of Mello, Near knew she was one of the few who knew how to handle him. Her, and Y/N of course. To an extent. He held back a cheeky smirk. He could only imagine what it would feel like to hold back the caged animal that is Mello. Maybe she was just as unhinged. "Mello," Near said. "Near," Mello replied, venom oozing in his tone. "And you must be Y/N," Near stole a glance at the porcelain doll that was somehow related to Mello. "Pleased to meet you." "You too. Although I wish we could've met under much less... Tense conditions," she said, staring down the gun in Mello's hand. "Things have been going just as you planned," Mello said, gritting his teeth. Near could feel himself swell with pride with the fact his rival had aided in his overall success. "Yes... And it's all thanks to you." "Shut up, Near!" Near felt the air shift as the gun was now trained on the back of his head, with gasps being filled throughout the room. He sighed. Typical. "I'm not some tool for you to use to solve your puzzles!" "Mello, if you want to shoot me then go ahead and do it." In a few moments that felt like they were being dragged on forever, Near heard the gun cock behind him before a visceral slap resounded in the room. Near's eyes widened as he turned his head enough to see Mello's sister with her hand held out, a bright red handprint remaining on Mello's cheek. "What do you think you're doing, you idiot!" Y/N growled, following by a smack on the shoulder. "Is this how you want to catch Kira--By killing someone you SHOULD be working with? You're acting like a violent psychopath! In fact, you're no better than Kira himself!" Near froze in his tracks. He had to hand it to her, it takes a certain kind of guts to confront someone with a gun. He couldn't decide if she was being carefully calculated or completely reckless. Either way... "You're in the way," Mello glared daggers at her. For a second, Near wasn't so sure Mello was above hitting his sister. Hell, he wasn't above killing his own teammates if necessary. He needed to act fast before someone else would be caught in their crossfire. "Tell him," Y/N grasped his upper arm and shook it, "Tell him what you know!" "I--" Mello paused, his jaw locked in place. Y/N turned to Near, her eyes bulging and trained on the silver haired man. "Shinigami are real," she breathed out. "We saw one-- after touching the notebook." Before Near could further process whatever the hell she said, Mello's gun cocked against the back of her head. "Don't say another word," he seethed. "Enough," Near's voice boomed against the walls of the room, each of his subordinates stealing glances with each other unsure what to do. Near craned his neck to fully face her, and felt his chest tighten as her eyes were glossy and rimmed with tears. He understood perfectly what he needed to do; as unconventional as it was. He just hoped his decision wouldn't end in a premature bloodbath. "Let's make a deal," he started, a his thumb and index finger rising to twirl a silver strand. "Your photo for miss Y/N." Near watched as her beautiful mouth dropped with shock, and to say it didn't amuse him slightly would've been a lie. "Me?" Y/N shook and pressed her arms tightly to her chest. "What are you talking about?" Mello stood in silence for a moment, glaring down at the other man, not particularly worried that he was scaring his sister to death. "What exactly do you plan to do with her?" He asked. Near started to balance cards on top of each other, breaking from the intense eye contact Y/N was giving him. "It seems like she would be a good addition to my investigation, and a more cooperative one at that. But that's entirely her choice, and yours should you choose to accept it." "What's stopping me from shooting you and taking the photo?" Mello growled. "I wouldn't advise that. We're prepared to shoot you if necessary," Gevanni huffed, pinching the bridge between his eyebrows.

Mello's nostrils flared, and his pride seemed to be the barrier for his decision-making. He turned to his sister, before stuffing his gun inside of his belt. "Do you want to go with him?" He asked. --Y/N's POV--

"I..." Your words fall flat in your tongue. If you were to say no, undoubtedly Mello would try to take the photo by force. He could end up dead, you could end up dead. Your breaths slowed, sweat beads on your hands. It seemed like there was only one rational choice, even if you didn't know what would happen next. "I do," you said. Mello swallowed, his eyes shut tight before he unclenched his jaw and thrusted his hand out. "Then go." You sniff and without meaning to let a tear slip by, quickly satiating it with your palm. You dove into Mello's arms and he reciprocated. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, his voice quivering just low enough that you could hear it. "I wasn't able to protect you." "I'm a grown woman," you said, even though you hugged him tighter. "I don't need protecting." "I know," he said. You pulled away. Was this the last time you'd see him? You swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your breath as to not let out a sob. "Come visit, okay?" You said. "We still have to catch Kira." "Mello," Near piped in. "You're always welcome here." "Yeah," Mello scoffed, then ruffled your hair. "I'll see you again, don't worry." "At the finish line," he smirked. You cracked a smile, and shook your head. He wouldn't change, that was for certain. Near tossed the photograph to Mello who caught it between his fingers. The two exchanged the dare of catching Kira first, which seemed to greatly amuse both. Mello exchanged one last goodbye before he left, leaving you silent in the midst of this new space that you were now a part of. "Near." "Yes?" "It's one thing to use my brother as an asset in the investigation, but I am a person. I'm not some pawn in your game. You can't just jerk me around as you please," you crossed your arms. "This deal shouldn't have even happened." "If you'd prefer death by reckless endeavors, by all means, return to Mello," Near replied coldly. "You're quite incorrect, Y/N. I saw your worth and that is why you are here and not with him." My worth? What is he talking about? But he wasn't wrong. Mello tended to put himself in danger if it were to suit his theories best. If you ended up following him throughout every stupid thing he did... "What exactly do you expect me to do here?" You asked, watching around you as the SPK members sat down at their designated computers and resumed working. "You will be my assistant," he said simply. "If you share your same dislike for me as your brother does it would be a shame, I intend to have you by my side the majority of the time in this investigation." Your face burned at his boldness, and you found yourself unable to speak. Is he crazy? Surely he knows you have the means to contact Mello if need be. Having you here is an insane risk. However...

You straightened up a bit, wiping a dry tear off your cheek. You couldn't deny it would be nice to be around someone that actually thinks things through all the way. From the way Mello talked about him, you knew he was more than cautious. After all, he is L's successor. But Mello was also considered, even if he hadn't taken the role.

"Alright," you said. "As you wish."

You crossed your arms against your chest, and soon enough his eyes were burning into yours. Soon enough, with time and effort, you would understand what that gaze meant, and even sooner you would see just how capable he is to catch Kira.

Maybe, just maybe, you could catch Kira first, and end this ridiculous feud between the two.

"Miss Y/N," he said. "Your first task is to read everything we've accomplished in the investigation so far."

You nodded, and before you could go find a computer, you caught a smirk make it's way onto his thin pale face.

"Oh, and, please tell me everything you and Mello have found out."

-- Near's POV--

Y/N was remarkable.

Since the moment she's joined the investigation, she's been quick to pick up onto the standard pace, drowning herself in readings, security cameras, and general research. When her E/C met Near's in the midst of her focus, she would get a small indent above her eyebrows, as if even her boss wouldn't be enough to break her focus. She was cunning, quick to action, and well thought through. Quite the opposite to Mello, who stomped around doing whatever he pleased like a brute. But even Near quite liked that change of pace every once in a while. And with Y/N, he got a front row seat.

"Do you drink coffee?"

Near was broken out of his trance. He looked up at Y/N through his silver fringe.

"I've never had it," he replied.

"Are you serious?" The way Y/N's mouth formed an 'o' made Near's ears feel hot. A strange new tingling sensation he tried to brush off.

"Y/N, if you're attempting to ask permission to get yourself a coffee, remember you are free to come and go as you please. We also have a coffee machine in the break room if you're thinking in-house."

"Oh," her leg crossed over with her other. "Okay."

Near felt a pull when he saw Y/N's eyes divert and lower, and he felt a heavy sigh exit his chest.

"Perhaps I'd like to try a coffee with you," he said. "If that's alright."

Y/N beamed for the first time in front of him, and quickly nodded in excitement. Why this coffee meant anything to her, Near had no idea. But perhaps finding out could get him closer to catching Kira. After all, when it came to talking about her brother, she was heavily guarded.

"I'd rather stay here, if that's alright," Near said.

"Yeah that's fine. Could we sit in the breakroom?" She asked.

Near let out a grunt after forcing himself up and away from his toys, however his legs had a mind of their own and apparently they listened to Y/N. From the corner of his eye he watched Lidner cover her mouth in shock and Rester staring at him wide-eyes. I have a mind of my own, you know. He thought. Still, the only one who's gotten him to sit in the breakroom had been Y/N.

Now... Tell me your secrets, Y/N. You must have many in that pretty head of yours.

Hi!! I realize this ask is like, years old. I took a long ass hiatus with no warning due to life stuffs! But I am back baby. (I am bored and coping)

You peeked through your bedroom window, one of the only ones in the building. Snow layered each and every crevice beyond the horizon, the mounds cake-y and white. You craved a hot cup of coffee, but you’d already had your fill, the building mounds of anxiety coursing through your body and threatening to burst.

You gently lowered your head, your cheek fluttering onto your pillow, and found yourself being lulled back to sleep by the harmonies of the cold wintery afternoon. Thank God it’s Saturday.

The room got clearer as you opened your eyes, blurring to life yet being molded by the gentle warm lights you set up. A pale, warm hand rested on your head, unmoving, almost robotically placed, an unsure attempt. You unintentionally twitched in your half asleep stage, and the hand zipped away. He came into vision, his lips turned nervously, eyes wide and gazing down at you.

“Near,” you murmured, lifting yourself and allowing the blanket of drowsiness to fall. “What’re you doing here?”

For a second, you truly believed he did not know what to say. Near was not a proud man. He stuck to his facts, things that could not be tested, or doubted. In the way the grey rings around his eyes rippled, then hid away, his long white lashes curtaining them, you understood.

”I didn’t mean to wake you,” he spoke lowly, the rumble of a man’s voice deep in his throat. “I wanted to let you sleep longer.”

”Do you need me?” You asked, pushing the comforter off you, your bare legs cold against the Air Conditioning. You caught Near’s eye staring at them for a split second, before they were trained on the window.

”No, everything is in order.”

You knew better. The yes was silent.

“Y/N,” Near started, an anxious hand going up to his locks, a whirlwind of silver hair around his index.

You smiled. You always liked when he said your name, your real name, considering it the greatest form of affection.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Nate?”

His lovely pale cheeks reddened, and you giggled, allowing the warmness of his proximity to fill your chest.

“I struggle with affection,” he sat on your bed, propping one knee up to his chest. “I am sure you know this already.”

“Correct,” you smirked, balancing curiosity and wit. “It doesn’t bother me though, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No,” he twisted his strands faster, matching his anxiety. “I want to give you affection.”

”You already do,” You replied. In the little ways you say my name, stay with me, and lend me your company.

”I’ve never been with anyone, Y/N. And I don’t necessarily know how one is supposed to show affection. If there is a cue that allows for it, I do not know it.”

You placed your hand on his, and noticed how he froze up. Then, with wide, pleading eyes, you looked up at him.

”Is this okay?” You ask.

He nodded, face flushed.

“If you think I may or may not be okay with something, you usually ask,” you say, then interlace your fingers with his, almost being able to feel his rapid heartbeat between your touching palms. “But… Some things, you can just play it by ear. If somethings not okay, you can say something in the moment. And little by little, we can see just how far we can get with each other, to the degree we’re most comfortable.”

You smiled, at him, who stared back at you like a deer in headlights. But meekly, he cast his gaze down to your hands, half-lidded, thinking things you couldn’t quite pick up on.

“I trust you,” you nudged him gently, allowing him to look back at you. “And I know you trust me, too. That’s why you don’t have to worry.”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

You stared at him, your own heart now beating out of control. Then, to quiet the fireworks, you leaned in, and watched him lean in too, colliding lips against each other, the fire bursting, eyes closed, and breaths interlaced.

You didn’t speak, mouth preoccupied, tongue curious and understanding your partner’s, gasping, trying all at once to memorize and savor it all.

His lips were softer than you imagined. Sweeter, saliva tasting like pheromones so delicious only your partner could give you. His face ingrained in your mind when you were only centimeters apart from kissing, eyes half lidded, begging, wanting, a look of pure desire and an unspoken love. It wasn’t an imagination; It was real.

You both pulled away, fully aware that he was on top of you on your bed, and how quickly the situation had escalated. Collecting your breaths, you stared up at him, that same look on his face. Desire. Love.

“I really liked that,” you said, voice sugary and quiet, submitting to that feeling of wanting.

”Me too,” he said, collecting his own breaths. “I liked that very much.”

“I am so glad that…” You let out a long sigh. “That you want me that way.”

Near looked away for a second, then locked eyes with you, and you became conscious of his arms on either side of your head, his knee only inches away between your thighs, and how his shirt seemed to hang down lower, showing a bit of his chest underneath. Intensity.

”Y/N, I want you very much,” He admitted. “But I am afraid of these feelings, and afraid of what they might make me do. I do not want to hurt you, or cause you grief.”

”But you didn’t hurt me,” you rose your hand up to his hair, gently caressing it. “You made me happy.”

”All I want is to make you happy,” He tried to scoot away, adjusting a discomfort on the seam of his pants.

You held him there, smiling.

”You make me happy.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close in a warm embrace. He was warm, and his heart beat incredibly fast at your touch. If he could put his heart in your hands, you would not let it come to harm.

I LOVE NEAR TOO ANON AAHHH

Ok bet anon, *sits* My hair is ready 😋

You'd known what Near was.

It was obvious in the way he looked at you, obvious in the way he'd touched you, and glaring in the way he'd react to your words.

There was no doubt about it.

Near was sick.

Monday morning when you'd roll into work, he'd said to you, "Y/N, it would be best if you'd move in."

You nearly scoffed at the statement. He obviously wasn't asking you.

Nevertheless, you moved in. Saved money and time, what could possibly go wrong?

Of course, you didn't exactly expect to have grown so close to him. Lucky for him though, that's exactly where he wanted you.

"Y/N, you don't have to work for me anymore," he'd said out of the blue.

"What? Are you firing me?" Your voice cracked.

"No," he quickly reassured you, gently caressing his hand through your hair. "Of course not."

"Then...?"

Near hesitated a bit, his lower lip pursed.

"Unless you'd like to keep your job, it isn't necessary. I'm able to give you whatever you need financially."

"Why would you want to do that?" His hand just barely grazed your cheek, returning by his own face to twirl his long snow white strands.

"I care about you, that is all."

He truly did. Ever since that conversation, he had spoiled you with the limit of only your imagination. You wanted a studio? You got it. You wanted a pet? Take three. If you even looked at flowers and made a certain face, they were at your door the next day.

You really did enjoy this attention, but mostly you enjoyed Near himself. Without the weight of responsibilities, you would drape yourself onto him and play with his hair. Often times he'd lay on his back and allow you to lay your head on his chest, hearing the song of his heartbeat. If you wanted him to, he'd wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, making you feel secure and warm.

If there was anything wrong with him, it's that he had a secret room where he kept cameras of everywhere you were and photos taken without you knowing, plus a detailed list of everything you did while he wasn't with you.

But that, you would never discover. It was on the basement floor of the SPK, and it was under multiple scans which only he could access.

Could you blame him? You were his treasure. He had to make sure you were safe and accounted for. If you ever went missing or some sicko tried to kidnap you, he could easily capture them and bring you home safely.

Capture them... He's not a killer, he's only the bringer of justice. He could never kill anyone.

But he seriously questioned it when even the thought of someone doing something bad to you crossed his mind.

"Near?" Your sweet melodious voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "What're you thinking about?"

"Nothing, love," he smirked at you, before wrapping his arms around you tightly and rolling on the floor, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

"Y/N," at the tone of his voice your giggles quieted down and your attention focused to him. "You know that I love you, and will do whatever I can to protect you?"

You smiled, wondering what this was about. "Yes, of course."

"Good. Try to remember that."

I think it's so funny you say that because I was actually in an RP with the SAME EXACT SCENARIO DISJOAOAAK

Mild NSFW warning!!

"Halle, oh my god," You shook your head smiling. "You really don't have to do this."

"Oh come on, tell me you saw this coming." The blonde held up a small pastry, with your favorite sweet on top and a candle representing your new age.

Your face flushed at the eyes on you, and you straightened the hem of your clothes. Unintentionally, your eyes met Near's tentative ones, their grey rim burning into you. You bit your lip, squeezing the couch under you.

"Everyone, let's sing," Halle roused up the rest of the SPK, and you chuckled in amusement, catching even Rester singing. (Albeit unimpressed).

"Happy birthday, dear Y/N..."

Near didn't sing. He only stacked one card on top of the other. Making the structure, repeatedly, making it taller, making it wider.

Eventually, the SPK each got a slice of cake to enjoy, talking amongst each other. It was a lively little party, though it was missing it's guest. And it's employer.

Along the back hallway away from the noise, Near had you pinned to the wall, pressing his lips against yours hungrily. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, until you both broke out of the kiss for air.

"Y/N... They do not know," he purred, his breath tickling your lips. "You do not have to worry."

You smiled. Then, looking from his eyes to his lips, you sighed into them, "Oh Near, you should know I'm nothing but trouble."

"Yes, I figured," he mumbled in your kiss, taking you closer by your waist instinctually.

You two held each other's breaths, stealing them and returning them promptly. After a bit you broke away. Your head felt foggy after such an enchanting kiss, and you didn't doubt Near felt the same. The way he looked at you with his eyes half lidded, and his out of place smile told you everything you needed to know.

"We should get back," you straightened your clothes, your lips swollen and recovering the abscence of him.

"Y/N, I want to kiss you as badly as you'll let me, however we should be a bit more considerate in where we do it."

You looked over your shoulder, hearing the same chatter from down the hallway.

"There's nobody here," you shrugged. Then, you smirked at him, eyebrow raised. "Why," you dared. "Don't want to give me a proper congratulations?"

"Oh," his smile grew wider, more mischievous. "I'd never expect you to settle for anything less—"

"Talk less," you interrupted, your lips smashing into his as you grasped his collar.

He groaned into your lips, but just as his hand hovered over your cheek, the distant clacking of shoes started from the hallway. You both froze.

Then, you quickly shoved Near into the narrow alley home to pipes and wires, squeezed in with him with both of your chests touching. You held your breath, and you swear Near could feel your heart beating into his chest.

"Near," the voice of commander Rester called out. "I thought I'd let you know we're about to cut the second cake."

Near's eyes immediately darted into yours demandingly.

"I like cake," you whispered accusingly.

"Understood, commander Rester. I'll be right out," Near's voice had a breathy undertone, one you found so delicious.

The tapping of shoes faded away, and you both slid out and relaxed, able to breathe freely.

"He doesn't know," Near straightened his collar, face blank. "However that was certainly a close call. I warned you about this."

"We didn't get caught though," you let out a sigh of relief. "C'mon, let's go join the others."

Near raised a brow, but shook his head.

"Alright."

After the party, most of your guests had gone home and all that remained were very tired SPK members working through their assignments in the main room. You were greatful it was individual work, it meant that you and Near could slip away unnoticed and unneeded.

"Y/N," your name slurred out of Near's mouth, his hot breath lingering on your lips as you settled yourself on his stomach.

"Relax, Nearie," you giggled, resting your hands on his chest. "Nobody's gonna know."

His hand brought your face to connect with his, using his other hand to massage your waist. Your small gasps of air between kisses came out as squeaks, only driving Near's resolve forward.

"Y/N, we should stop," he mumbled, though he kept his lips devouring yours with no signs of stopping.

"Mmhmm," you ran your fingers through his hair, and felt him shiver at your touch.

"Y/N," he said again, airy and more desperate than before.

Near's intuition was never wrong, and it was proven as you craned your neck and saw the SPK members in the doorframe, jaws agape.

You immediately scrambled off of your boss, gathering your heated thinking in deep quick breaths.

"Uh, this isn't what it looks like," you pathetically said.

"I knew it," Halle affirmed. "I knew this whole time!"

"Knew what?" You could practically feel Near's glare at you, as if he didn't tell you they would get caught five trillion times.

"Uh, we were just coming in to get some papers checked," Gevanni explained, averting his gaze.

"We apologize for the interruption, we'll be waiting in the main room," Rester concluded, bowing and shoving the rest of the members out the door, including a very thrilled Halle who gave you both thumbs up and devious smirks.

When they shut the door, you dug your face into your palms, groaning in embarrassment.

"I told you," Near shrugged.

"Are you going to fire me?" You whispered.

Sure thing! Keep in mind this is adult near whether you guys like him with long hair or not is up to y'all!!

NSFW WARNING!!!

You have been warned :)

-If you get under the surface of Near's low sex drive, you could find things that could indeed turn the man on.

-It wasn't necessarily what you did, it was the reason you did it.

-Gentle kisses on his neck made him shiver with pleasure.

-Touching his chest, tracing your arms around his figure would make his head foggy.

-But the real kicker was, pulling his hair or yanking it. It's an instant erection in that case.

-He'd throw his head back, gasping your name, "Y/N..."

-If he was inside you, he'd go in slow, lush thrusts, being gentle while also making you feel him as deep as he could.

-You'd urge him not to be shy with it, but he couldn't help it.

-If you were looking for something rougher, you'd hook your legs around his waist and push him closer, affecting the pace.

-He'd probably like it if you took control, riding him as he laid back and watched you.

-He'd love the bites you'd leave on his neck, craving for more markings on your territory.

-You pull his hair once during sex, he'd cum.

-He does however have a guilty pleasure, and that's watching you masturbate.

-He wouldn't touch himself doing so, only if you asked him to.

-And when you were both looking into each other's eyes while masturbating, he'd cum the fastest.

If you’re not busy, can I request a nearxreader where adult Near is yandere? 🤩

Anon… you have fueled the passionate flames of the need for a yandere and I love you for it. Also! Please be warned that this story contains unsettling content such as stalking, etc. Also it's ultra long because I didn't know how to pace myself so I had to cut it short ;;;

Near loved you.

You knew this well. It was the way he placed your favorite drink or treat on your desk every morning. It was the way he never failed to praise you on something even you thought was miniscule and deserving no comment. It was the way he brushed past you and lightly touched your hand, feeling your warmth against his icy hands. It was the way he would look at you, and when you caught him, his gaze lingered for longer than it should before he turned away.

He loved you in other ways as well. When leaving work, he held onto your shirt, pleading you to stay longer silently. Though those same pleading eyes watched you as you left through the cameras. You could feel them following you home, a strange care to know you were safe. Though, you often would hear things in the middle of the night, one night was especially startling. Your eyes opened and you saw the ghost of a long silver strand of hair.

You jolted up immediately.

Your room felt stiff, the air was static and it made you shiver. There was no other noise but the hum of your air conditioning. That night you could barely sleep, staring up at the wall and counting each crack in the ceiling. You didn’t feel relaxed.

The next day, Near was particularly nice to you.

He praised you relentlessly, gave you twice the amount of snacks and he even bought you flowers. His behavior was almost reminiscent of an apology. But you knew that was silly, he hadn’t done anything to you, it was unwarranted.

”Y/N,” he called you over, and you set your work down to meet him on the floor. “Let’s go to dinner.”

”I um,” you tried to rack your brain for anything else to do. “I’ve got—“

”I know you’re free. There’s no point in lying.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Why?”

Near brushed his hair out of his face, his eyes downcast.

”I’d like to treat you as a reward for all your hard work,” he said it monotonously, but you could hear the forced nature of it.

“I’m not finished with my work,” you massaged your temple, eyes tiredly gazing into the pile of work you set down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll excuse you for the day.” He didn’t let up, and was observing you from his peripheral intently.

Your shoulder tensed.

”I don’t know,” you said cautiously.

Near was silent for a moment, and you could see the gentle fall of his shoulders, letting out a small sigh. You didn’t understand what his adamant attitude amounted to… Regardless, you didn’t want to disappoint him, as your boss nor your friend.

“Okay,” you said.

You could almost see the smile from the back of his head.

Afterwards, Gevanni drove you both to a high-class Italian restaurant, an extremely popular and wildly expensive one. It was so out of the ordinary and quite out of character for Near, you almost believed he looked up the most popular dates.

“I did,” he replied matter-of-factly, knocking you out of your trance.

”Oh,” your cheeks reddened at the thought you voiced aloud. “Sorry, sorry.”

”Don’t apologize,” he murmured, taking a seat. You sat across from him, though upon doing that Near scooted closer to you. You cleared your throat, feeling underdressed and out of place in such a place.

”So, um, Near, you really didn’t have to take me to such an expensive place. I would’ve been fine with something simple.”

”It’s alright, I wanted to do something nice for you.”

He didn’t eat a single thing. The entire meal, you had gone through your food and all he did was sit and watch you, each bite you took wasn’t left unsupervised. It made you uncomfortable, having those watchful eyes observing your every move. After dinner, you were driven back to headquarters.

That night, you were plagued with the strange noises again. You refused to open your eyes, your heart frozen and petrified. Somehow you managed to convince yourself it was all in your head.

The next morning, Near confessed something you didn’t think he would.

”I love you.”

It was verbatim. You knew this already, you had said it to yourself in the mirror a long time ago when you first met him, and now he said it to you. You knew, and yet you didn’t really understand why he would say it to you. Surely he already was aware you knew.

”Near?” You stirred the milk in your coffee, not daring to look at his corner.

”If it pains you to know this, then I apologize.”

You knew he wasn’t sorry. Near just didn’t think like that. Every move he made was carefully calculated, none of them would make him need to apologize.

“It doesn’t pain me,” you set down your spoon and brought the cup to your lips. “But I want to know why you’re telling me this.”

”We’re together all the time,” he said softly. “It would only be fair to let you know how I feel about you.”

”We’re not together together.”

“Do you not want to be?”

He got you there.

The truth was you really liked him, his presence was most always comforting and you loved the careful ways he showed affection. His smile would light up your day, and honestly you couldn’t say you weren’t attracted to him physically either. At the same time however, some of the things he did felt off. The unrelenting stares, the way he knew your entire schedule, it all didn’t sit right with you. But somehow you didn’t mind it that much…

”It’s not that,” your hands came fidgeting at your sides. “I just don’t think I could be with my boss.”

His silence made you think he would take that answer and never bring it up again, but he slowly rose from his spot and walked over to you, and you finally saw the nervous expression on his face. His cheeks were tinted, and his lower lip was folded below his upper. He walked until you were a few inches from him, and you could smell the subtle hint of pine, a trademark to his smell. You almost thought he would kiss you, but he didn’t make such a bold move. No, he simply walked right past you.

You wished he did more.

The next night, you knew he was there. The scent of pine filled your nostrils, but you didn’t want him to know you were awake. You kept your eyes shut tightly. There was the sound of only your steady breaths and shuffling. Then, you felt a weight on your bed. Mistakenly, you let out a yelp in surprise. You couldn’t go back now.

You opened your eyes and saw him hovering over your bed, one foot frozen in place and wide eyes staring at you. You thought he wouldn’t hurt you since he never had before, but you were starting to really doubt that.

“Y/N,” he shut his eyes. “I can explain.”

”Explain,” you demanded.

”At first I would make sure you got home safely, but one day you left your door unlocked… I was afraid somebody would hurt you if they saw the door. So I stayed.”

You tilted your head at him. “So you stayed every night?”

”No… The nights after were because I like watching you sleep.”

This couldn’t be real.

”And what were you about to do just now?” You growled, pulling the covers tight to your chest.

”I wanted to lay next to you,” he said it painstakingly, knowing the extent of his wrongdoings. He was only remorseful once he was caught.

”Do you realize how messed up this is?”

He said nothing.

”Near, answer me.”

”You love me,” he said. “I’m not your boss here, so I thought it would be okay to lay with you.”

You blinked multiple times, trying to register what he had just said to you. Okay, so he did know your feelings for him. But was this okay? It made sense, you hated to admit he was right but you couldn’t bring up any argument. Besides, you’ve wanted him to kiss you since he told you he loved you, so what was wrong with this? He showed his love this way, and you couldn’t argue against it. After all, love is pure.

“I’ll leave—“

”No,” you bit your lip. “You can stay.”

Near bit back a smile, his cheeks tinted once more. He carefully crawled at your side, making sure not to touch you. Once he was laying, he pulled the sheets over himself, and stayed stiff as a board. You swallowed hard. Your face felt hot, and you were hyperaware of how close he was to you.

His breathing was light.

You turned, forcing yourself to fall asleep. The next morning, you groggily tore open your eyes, feeling how heavy your eye bags sat. You tried to move out of bed, but felt an arm around your waist.

Oh my God. Your boss was spooning you.

You carefully lifted his arm and slipped out of bed. After getting ready for work in the bathroom, you went back to your bedroom and your heart leapt in in your chest at his gaze. It was piercing.

”Who were you talking to?”

His question caught you so off guard, you only stared at him in return.

”On your phone. Who’s Natsu?”

You smiled a little bit, mainly because of how out of nowhere that was. Nevermind that he had gone through your phone. You didn’t think he would care about that sort of thing.

”He’s just an old college friend. Why, are you jealous?” You chuckled.

You met his eyes. They were wide, strangely seeping into your mind, suddenly making you feel your heart sink into your chest and twisting mercilessly. It wasn’t funny. What was wrong with him?

”Don’t talk to him anymore,” he twirled his long strand of hair.

”What?”

”I don’t understand why you need other friends. Don’t you love me? Am I not enough for you?”

You… Kinda figured he didn’t understand the concept of friendship. Or a romantic relationship. After all, he never really needed either.

"I have different friends for different things, it doesn't make our connection any less strong. Like..." You tapped your chin, trying to come up with something he could grasp. "I wouldn't be okay with Natsu crawling into bed with me."

"You said you loved him."

You winced. Did he really read every single message to him?

"That's platonic, Near," you felt a little annoyed you had to explain yourself like this. It felt like he didn't trust you from the get-go, which wasn't looking too good in the grand scheme of things.

"I just can't help but worry over you," his arm lifted to twirl the side strands of his hair. "You're precious to me."

You cleared your throat, shaking your head. "Near, if you really want to be with me, you're gonna have to trust me."

He didn't say a thing after that, and you headed off to work before him. The whole situation made your mind cloudy and all you wanted to do was drown yourself in your work. As you worked, you sang a soft song, feeling all your worries melting away. Near hadn't shown up yet, but in truth you didn't want to see him right now. His cluelessness popped up out of nowhere, and you needed a bit to see how you would approach it. Yes, you did want to be with Near, but maybe he wasn't ready yet.

With every single case he tackled, time drew shorter and shorter for Near, and each team member lost made time daunting. Every move he made was desperate, he didn't want to lose you and he didn't have the time to do things the right way. He did know how to properly court you. He just couldn't. Not with the danger his job posed. Not with the chance that while he was working, you might be snatched by another man. So that day, while his heart desperately pounded for you, he made an equally desperate decision.

The next week, a funeral was in place. The casket was empty, safe for a picture of Natsu with flowers and candles alongside it. You cried into Near's chest, trying to claw your heartbreak into him desperately. He didn't move from his spot, only gently caressing your hair and looking straight forward. Natsu's family gawked at the odd white haired man his college friend was crying into.

"Everything's going to be okay," Near whispered, planting a small kiss on your head.

"How can you say that?" You sobbed. "You didn't even know him."

Near grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back to look directly into your puffy tear ridden eyes.

"Things will be easier for you if you forget about him."

You broke down, falling to your knees with your hands covering your face. Near felt awful for making you cry, but what happened couldn't have been helped. It freed him from an obstacle keeping you away from him.

The way you mourned scared Near. You locked yourself in your room most days, barely ate anything and you rarely took a break from crying to stare at your phone, rereading your messages to him only to cry again. Calling Natsu to hear his voicemail was ingrained into your routine, and you would sometimes try to get a word in and act like you were having a conversation. The first few nights, Near didn't dare go into your room. He could hear your screams and the violent way you tried to cope. After a while, he finally went into your room and saw your sleeping face clearly, your cheeks still tearstained. He tucked an oily strand behind your ear. You hadn't showered in a while, but it hadn't grossed him out. Nothing you did could. All he wanted to do was help you. Mostly, he was scared of losing you. He did you a favor then, cleaning your room and leaving it spotless. He didn't stay that night.