You’re a rarity in the land you dwell in- something that is not to be proud of. But Mallek will not allow it to interfere in your life. Any attempt from a troll in harming you will surely result in their live being turned into a living hell.
His tall, looming frame by your side is more than enough to keep away any possible love interests or attackers. Sometimes he likes to carry you around in his arms, not only as an act of love but also as a strength showoff move.
Ever since you met him, you’ve kept his iconic Scorist hoodie. Not only it gives you blissful thoughts of him while you wear it, it’s also warm and comfortable, and the fact that it’s so oversized for your body is kinda appealing. Nothing says “I love you” more than wearing the same clothes as your lover.
And anyone who takes a glance at your exposed sking will soon take notice of the numerous hickeys on your skin. It does intimidate them, since the sharp teeth marks on them reflect the guy who left them there. And if anything bad happens…won’t be too long before they sink into somebody else’s flesh- and not in a romantic way.
You’re both immersed in the desperate, heated ecstasy of each other’s touch, Mallek’s tongue sopping wet inside your own mouth, his hands giving your shirt hasty tugs as if in an attempt to rip them out. Vivid cerulean eyes light up your vision once in a while as he takes breaths between his sloppy kisses and stares deep inside your eyes. God, did that give you the shivers. In a good way, though.
When suddenly, his thumb slides down your trousers, slowly pulling it down, and immediately you get conscious of where this is going- and the thought of this situation escalating, as pleasant as it may seem, it feels pretty unnerving since you have no idea of what to expect. A nervous whimper comes out of your mouth in surprise. At that exact moment, Mallek stops in his tracks and interrupts the kiss. Worried, he asks you if everything is okay. You answer with a yes, and he brings his hands to himself. Did he somehow understand that as an expression of pain? Were his claws poking too hard at your skin? His movements, too fast? His face quickly changes from a sly grin to an awkward expression of concern.
Nope, this was not what you were trying to get to. He’s now gazing at you, as if he accidentally did something wrong and is waiting for a punishment. You try to make him feel less weird, saying that you just didn’t want to get down and dirty with him. Your lover understands you completely, and doesn’t try to pressure you into doing it. Maybe the way you tried bringing it to a halt was a bit too harsh. But in the end, he does feel better knowing that he didn’t hurt you in any way, and his face returns to his usual toothy smirk. He rolls over to a side of the bed, to where you eagerly follow. Both of you embrace each other as you slowly drift off to a peaceful slumber.
Your bathtub, despite being quite large comparing to you, becomes quite small when both of you enter it, letting the warm, scented water immerse you in bliss. He gets inside first, his huge form pushing out some water from the tub. A contented sigh comes out of him as his body relaxes from the temperature. The dim light from one of the candles in the bathroom reflects nicely off his wet, bare skin and piercings. Slowly, you lower yourself on top of him, using his torso as a cushion of sorts. Mallek’s hand creeps up your stomach and pulls you down to lay on his chest. A calm purr is emitted from his throat, his tail wagging lightly in the water, producing small splashes. He really seems to be enjoying himself. You decide to let yourself go as well, feet lightly kicking the water and your head resting near his shoulder. His claws draw little circles on your skin, and the atmosphere around the two of you eventually make you sleepy, and you drift off to a warm, quick nap in your lover’s arms.
After such a delightful kiss on your soft, warm lips…he’d like to feel the rest of your body, too!
Dazed from your scent and touch, Mallek’s hands would grab your torso, pulling you closer to his face. His mouth settles on your shoulder and his teeth sink lightly into your skin. You feel his slick tongue occasionally give the spot a few licks, before finally letting go of you and only leaving a bit of cobalt drool behind.
Suddenly you hear a quiet sigh, dangerously close to your ear. You feel his mouth close on your earlobe, carefully giving it affectionate little bites. It makes you shiver. Sensing your tension, Mallek purrs. God, you love when he does that.
Soon he stops his biting tease and moves down to your sweet spot- your neck. Man, knowing how you melt under any ministration delivered to it, he makes sure to perform a good job. With plenty of licks, kisses and bites, it doesn’t take too long for him to manage to make you succumb to his care.
Oh, man. You’d just throw yourself on top of his couch and immerse yourself in scent heaven.
Once he was gone…you’d pull his hood over your head and allow his divine musk to flood your nose. It’s potent, strangely minty and sweaty. It lingers inside your nose and refreshes your air ducts. It makes you feel like you’re in a trance. Your mind is slowly filled with thoughts of him, and you lose touch of your surroundings. Your perception of time and space is limited to the warm and fluffy texture of his hoodie’s lining and the miraculous aroma wafting from inside it. Your eyes are closed. You shove your head inside the piece of clothing and take a deep breath- the overwhelming ecstasy nearly makes you faint. You’re dazed by your lover’s wonderful scent.
They’re both much chiller than you. Not only in personality, but in bodily rems, too. You’re like a heater for both of your lovers- sandwiched conveniently between them, while laying on top of Galekh. HUGE, muscular arms bring yoy close to your indigo partner, while Mallek lazily lays on top of both of you. Your surroundings are comfortable since it doesn’t feel like a huge pile of hot bodies stacked on top of one another. What a bunch of dorks. Big, blue and lovable dorks.
“Not bad for a southern wedding, was it?” you smirked at your new bride upon entering your chambers and noticed how oddly she was laying on the bed. The redhead looked stiff as a board, centered in the middle of the fine fur blankets.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve been waiting so we…can lay as married people do,” she admitted, shifting nervously to prop herself up on her elbows.
“You look like you’re about to jump out of your own skin. I’m not going to force myself on you, dear Sansa.”
“Don’t you want me?” she asked uncertainly.
“Of course I do, I’d have to be blind if I didn’t.” Sansa frowned as you chuckled, obviously drunk off wine and the atmosphere of the reception feast. “But, I’m well aware of your…reserved nature and also of the fact that this marriage is all politics.”
“You don’t have to share my bed, but you can if you desire. If not, I’ll simply spend my nights elsewhere,” you shrugged off your wedding garb and poured yourself a goblet of wine. “Try to decide soon, though. I’ve been described as…insatiable.”
-It’s no surprise that this relationship is rather… quiet
-Near prefers not to speak unless he has to and you just learn to roll with it
-It actually turns out to be kind of nice
-You quickly learn how to tell what the other is thinking just by looking at each other
-You think of it as some kind of super power/bonding experience
-Near does enjoy that he can tell you exactly how he feels just by getting your eyes
-He’s not the best with expressing how he feels, but that was just how he was raised
-But either way you work it out
-Just simple touches can set the cutie on FIRE
-He’s never been one for touching but from you… it’s different
-He soon finds himself to like your touches, even finding himself to be craving your touch
-One day the craving becomes too much
-He simply grabs you by the arm and sits you in his lap, continuing his work like nothing had ever happened and expecting everyone to act accordingly
-You don’t mind this at all
-You even allow him to stroke your hair as you make yourself comfortable in his lap
-You guys find that you both get work done faster this way
-Sitting with your back to his chest, his head resting on top of yours in complete silence as the both of you flip through papers, sending secret messages through a simple touch or glance
-It’s truly an amazing relationship
-He likes to twirl your hair around his finger when he’s thinking
-It happens more often than not when Near’s deep in thought
-He subconsciously grabs for a lock of your hair as you sit in front of him in sort of the same way he grabs at his own hair in the rare occasion you aren’t with him
-You guys are extremely close emotionally and physically
-Sometimes so close that it’s hard for Near to be away from you sometimes
-He tried to push you away at first, not wanting to get you hurt
-But now he accepts the closeness between the two of you and brings you everywhere with him
-Except when he can’t
-Except when it’s absolutely too dangerous and you have to stay behind
-He won’t stay away long though
-He makes an excuse to the rest of the team that he just thinks better when you’re at his side
-In reality he really REALLY misses you
-One particular time, he had been away for almost two whole days and you were fighting not to grab your phone to call him
-Finally when you couldn’t hold off your urge to call him any longer you snatched your phone, already pressing the speed dial
-It only rang once when the door to your shared room was thrown open, revealing a familiar white haired detective
-You practically threw your phone across the room with excitement as you ran to hug your boyfriend
-Near hugged back immediately, whispering quiet apologies in your ear
-”I love you so much… I’m sorry-”
-”It’s okay. I love you too Near.”
-You spent the entire night just holding each other
-Near’s kisses are quite the rare thing to come by
-There either just isn’t not enough time in the day or he simply just forgets about this simple form of affection
-His kisses are soft and lingering, ones that stick with you for what seems like a lifetime
-A kiss from Near is only as a “last resort” or if he thinks he will be gone from you for a long time
-He doesn’t usually innate the kiss, leaving you to make the first move if you feel the need to
-His favorite form of affection is simply holding you close to himself
-Near really cares a lot about you and will try his hardest to keep you safe from any harm that could come your way in result of dating him
-You know he would never hurt you and that he cares
-Though he is a man of few words, you know he cares for you dearly with his entire being
Premise: You and Matt finally have time alone together.
Pairing: Matt x Reader.
Warning: Kind of smut? Not really, but kind of. Just … Read with risk.
You can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you as Matt pushed open your bedroom door, stumbling into your shared bedroom. He laughs along with you, trailing his lips down your neck in sloppy, messy pecks. You tangle your hands in his hair, knocking his hood off of his head and unclipping his goggles from his head, throwing them across the room.
It wasn’t everyday you and Matt actually got time to be together. Living with a lonely kid like Mello, he needed all of the attention he could get – meaning he very rarely left you two alone. Most days, you wouldn’t mind. You had grown up with Mello at Wammy’s and his company was something you cherished – besides, he could be shot dead any day now.
But there was also the odd day when you would look at Matt and just crave to be alone with him. You wanted to do couple things with him, things that boyfriends and girlfriends of the normal world did, and even though you knew yourself and Matt weren’t classed as a ‘normal couple,’ it was sometimes pleasant to pretend.
“You’ve gotta keep quiet,” Matt whispers, knocking you backwards onto the bed. He grins down at you, makes a goofy face before you grab the front of his striped jumper and pull him into you, slamming your lips against his. He chuckles against your lips, his hands trailing up your back, dipping under your shirt and nipping at the strap of your bra. You arch your back, allowing him access and he unclips the restrictive piece of clothing.
“Take it slow, Mail,” you tease, sliding away from his hands. He looks down at you, a grin on his face, his hair a mess and you can’t help but grin back. For a killer, he sure looked incredible.
“I haven’t had you to myself in months,” Matt growls. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.”
“I’m not teasing,” you whisper. He watches you as you pull your bra off without taking off your shirt and flick it away. Your shirt was still pressed to your body, making Matt knaw at his lips in annoyance.
You chuckle and lay back on the bed. Matt doesn’t move for a moment, his lip getting released from his mouth as he suddenly starts to pout. You narrow your eyes, grabbing his sleeves and pulling him on top of you, peppering him with sweet kissed though he turns away from them.
“What is it?” you ask.
“The front door just opened,” Matt whispers, and annoyance spreads over you. You groan, falling back into the pillows.
Mello’s back. Yippee.
“I thought he was paying Near a visit for that picture of his?” you question. Matt nods, looking back at you.
“He was. The idiot must have got lost or something. I should probably go and see what’s wrong with-”
You don’t let your boyfriend finish. Gently, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, tugging him into you before he can leave. Matt is shocked at first, but his hands make contact with your waist and pull you closer to him nonetheless. A smile begins to form on his face, your eagerness clearly amusing him. It always did, though he had no room to judge at this moment. It was only a moment ago he was insisting you reveal all with no teasing involved.
“You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere,” you tell him between rough kisses. Matt growls against your mouth.
“God. I wouldn’t dream of it at the moment.”
You giggle as he pushes you back on the bed, taking matters into his own hands. He rips his shirt off from over his head, revealing the pale, injured skin underneath. When you had first seen him shirtless, he was extremely self conscious of his scars. Now, he watched you smile at them and a throaty laugh escapes his mouth.
He pushes his lips back onto yours whilst working at your jeans, fumbling with the button. You work at your top, unbuttoning the buttons before flinging it off of your shoulder, revealing your bare chest which he immediately gets to work on. His lips make contact with your breast and you groan, arching into his touch.
“Matt? Y/N?” you hear Mello call outside. Matt frowns and pulls away from you. “Guys, I’m home early! We have things to discuss! Guys? Where are you?”
“If he even dares walks in here,” Matt growls. You close your eyes, slumping back against the bed in exasperation.
“Who would have thought having sex would be so god damn difficult?”
“Who would have thought Mello was an actual six year old,” Matt responds.
It doesn’t take long for Mello to hear his name. You hear a yell of excitement before the door to your room is pushed open, revealing Mello in all of his unwelcomed glory. He pales when he sees you, Matt straddling you with your hands covering your bare chest. Matt gently runs a hand down his face, sighing.
“Hey,” he says, simply.
Mello frowns. “Oh right. You guys wanted – You wanted alone time.”
“We’ve been wanting alone time for a few months now, Mihael,” you bring up.
Mello shrugs. You can see him trying not to look at you directly, your current state bound to be something of embarrassment to him. “I just – Well, if you wouldn’t mind doing all of this later. We have some things about the Kira case we need to discuss-”
“Nothing that can wait?” Matt bites.
Mello sighs, plucking at his nails. “You can get your rocks off afterwards. This’ll only take a minute, and I promise you that, once we’re done talking, you’ll have this entire room to yourselves. I’ll just – excuse myself from my own home.” You roll your eyes. Mello sticks his tongue out at you before clicking his fingers. “Now, come on. Clothes on. Business to ensue.”
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