DEATH NOTE KINKTOBER

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[translightyagami]

dn kinktober fic #1

this is the first of three fics i wrote DURING kinktober... which is how i'm justifying posting them under the kinktober branding... anyway...

trio: 1) maid

summary: L loses a bet

kinks: maid, overstimulation, D/s

His dress ended just below his ass, shorter than anything L had ever worn before. Dry-mouthed, he rummaged in his apron pocket for the sour hard-candies he packed. “Shit.” He patted empty air. “Why’d I forget those?” Oh. Right. The reason he forgot his candies was the same reason he stood in a maid dress at Light Yagami’s parents’ home: They’d been betting again.

[catboymettaton]

caught in your web

a collaboration with @nielsthecat! in which near jerks off to transformers smut for @dnkinktober day 7: erotica rated E, 3k words, mello isnt there but near thinks about her a lot

The new L had to be Kira. There was no other reason that they would be this incompetent and let the case drag on this long. Near was sure they thought they’d get away with it forever – they’d been so startled when Near called them “L the second,” even if they thought they were hiding it. She needed to carefully consider her next move. All she needed was to gather the right evidence and she’d be able to wrap this case up once and for all.

But there was something slowing her down and clouding her mind. An unfortunate consequence of having a human body with its natural urges. A certain sensitivity in her skin, a tingling sensation in her nipples, and warmth between her legs as bloodflow increased. She’d been brushing all of this off for the past few days, but now it was reaching a breaking point. Something had to be done.

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[rainbowfairytale1]

For @dnkinktober Day 5 Discipline

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73413781

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For day 4, Mistress

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rainbow_fairytale/pseuds/Rainbow_fairytale

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[celestialbruise]

monsters who tell lies

celestialbruise

Summary:

L wonders if he pressed an ear to Light’s chest, if he would even hear a whisper. "Is it no longer enough, to be Light?"

somehow I did it! I made the @dnkinktober deadline👻 written for death note kinktober, for day 30, for the prompt 'role-play'

L bites off more than he can chew in this one.

[aaxzlyte]

letter grade

1.6k words | M/M | E

“Is it okay if I call you Professor River?” Near swallows again, his mouth producing saliva far too quickly for him to keep up. “Well–” he coughs quietly, clearing his throat to avoid his voice breaking. “Yes. I don't mind.”

Pairing: Mello | Mihael Keehl/Near | Nate River

Notes: Teacher/Student Roleplay, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant Near | Nate River, Submissive Mello | Mihael Keehl

[submitted for @dnkinktober 2025, day 30 - prompt: roleplay]

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[kismoirailsis]

mikalight for day 28 of @dnkinktober glassesssss of course its mikami time babey ! ! ! ive never like fully drawn mikami before outside of small doodles so it was fun figuring him out in my style. hes so hot ...

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[kirakillevery1]

near…. | @dnkinktober day 17: rope ; day 14: sensation play

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[kirakillevery1]

Beyond And He’s Fucking Hairy AND He’s Crossdressing | @dnkinktober day 7: body hair ; day 25: crossdressing

[lumiolivier]

Everlasting

Day 25 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Branding

Word Count: 1082

Near didn’t like needles.  He never had.  He never would.  He associated them with any sort of medical procedure, testing, things of the like.  And that never sat well with him.  Wammy House really did a number on his psyche.  But him being a sickly child didn’t exactly help things either.  It’s amazing how, no matter how well the intentions are, chronic illnesses can be incredibly traumatizing.  Especially on someone like Near.  But it was the things he’d do for love.  For the sake of making a commitment to that one special person that he knew would hold his hand through everything and anything.

“Alright, Near,” Mello laced his fingers with Near’s, “Are you sure you want to do this?  It’s not too late.  You can still back out.  I won’t think anything less of you.  In fact, I’d understand if you didn’t want to do this.”

“I’m sure,” Near’s voice was soft, gentle.  A little nervous, but that was to be understood.

“I promise,” Mello held him a little closer, “If I can trust my artist to do work on me, she can do work on you, too.”

“Mello…” Near worried, “Does it hurt?”

“A little, yeah,” Mello wasn’t going to lie to him.  The last thing he wanted to do was make Near go into something so permanent so blind, “But after a while, you get used to that pain.  And it’s like you go numb.  But trust me.  It feels really good when it gets to that point.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Mello pried off his jacket, showing off the beautiful black ink embedded into his skin, “You think I would’ve done this more than once if it didn’t feel good?  You just have to get over that initial pain hurdle.  Then, you’ll be good to go.”

“Alright,” Near never saw himself as the type to get tattoos.  That wasn’t his vibe.  Until Mello showed him a design.  A very special design.  They never wanted engagement rings.  They never wanted to get married.  That wasn’t ever in the cards for them.  It seemed too temporary.  However, a little tattoo of some old English letters?  That seemed like a much better idea.

“Hi, Mello,” a woman joined them at the front counter.  And Near’s eyes were all over the place.  The shop seemed clean enough.  He could still smell disinfectant, so that was a little victory. 

“Hi, KC,” Mello greeted her, “You got my shit?”

“I got your shit,” KC nodded, looking over Mello’s shoulder at the little ball of nerves next to him, “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Mmhm,” Mello pulled Near around, “This is Near.  Near, this is my tattoo artist, KC.  She’s a sweetheart and not once has she ever fucked me up.  So, she’s not going to fuck you up either.”

“Hi, Near,” KC smiled sweetly, “It’s nice to finally meet you.  I’ve been listening to Mello gush about you for years.  It’s nice to finally put a name to a face.”

“You talk about me, Mello?” Near’s voice gained a little strength. 

“Of course, I talk about you,” Mello wrapped Near up in his jacket and brought him to KC’s table.

“Alright, boys,” KC asked, “Do we want to do this in gen pop or do we want to do this somewhere a little more private?”

“Private,” Near decided.

“Well, well,” KC smirked, “Aren’t we naughty?  Is this going somewhere…private?”

“No,” Mello shook his head, “You fucking freak, “No.  Near’s just shy.”

“That’s alright, too,” KC wasn’t going to argue with him.  It was his body.  It was his tattoo.  If he wanted to do it in the back room where no one else was around, then that was fine, “I already have the stencil done.  If you two want to come back.”

“Ok,” Near made his walk, his stomach in knots.

“Here, sweetheart,” KC opened up the door to the private room and got Near on the bed.  She sat down in her rolling chair and rolled her way to the mini fridge before she started, grabbing a little water bottle, “Here.  Drink this.”

“What’s this for?” Near wondered.  After all the medical testing he had to go through in his young life, he knew what that was the start of.  It was usually whatever dyes needed to be in his body in order for things to show up on the scans.  He didn’t think the same thing would apply for tattoos.

“You need to be well hydrated,” KC explained, “I don’t need you passing out on me.  Falling asleep is one thing.  You wouldn’t be my first client to do that.  Mello.”

“I had a hard night that night!” Mello got defensive, “Sue me.”

“Just trust me,” KC insisted, “You’ll want to have something to drink.  Something to distract you from that initial pain hurdle.”

“Mello already told me about that,” Near remembered.

“So,” KC asked, getting her inks all set up where she wanted them, “What’s the occasion you decide to just get an old English letter M on you, Near?”

“For those who don’t know,” Near looked up at Mello with all the love in his eyes, “For those who should know better.  For those who would dare to lay a hand on me that would find out very quickly.”

“I thought you said we weren’t getting married,” Mello teased him a bit, watching as that needle took to Near’s skin.  Of course, the initial shock made Near flinch, but he had Mello there to keep him on an even kilter.

“We’re not,” Near assured him, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because,” Mello watched KC gently etch that M into Near’s ankle, “Those sounded an awful lot like wedding vows to me, baby.”

“Not my intentions,” Near swore.

“Alright,” Mello pushed his hair out of his face, “We’re still not getting married.  But in the eyes of God Himself while you desecrate your sacred temple for me, why not make that everlasting promise to each other?”

“I’m getting tattooed for you, Mello,” Near winced, “Is that not everlasting enough for you?”

“Yeah…” Mello snuck in one little kiss to Near’s forehead, “Yeah, it is…”

“So, Mello,” KC wondered, “Does this mean after I’m done with Near’s, I’m doing yours?”

“Of course,” Mello nodded, “It wouldn’t be fair if Near got to go under the needle and I don’t.  Misery does love company, don’t it?”

“And if you’re my company,” Near held Mello’s hand, “Well…I guess I couldn’t be miserable about that…”