[lasinlawliet]

Hi there! Call me Em. I’m 24 and queer. I’ve recently become interested in writing again, and decided to make a separate blog for my writing because I have way too much free time. I will try to post at least one fic per week. I have a list of who I write for later in this post.

What I write: smut, fluff, romance, and angst character x reader one-shots. I am open to writing character x character one-shots in requests.

I will not write about the following kinks: piss, dubcon / rape, breathplay / asphyxiation, age play / ddlg, daddy, and pet play.

At the moment, I am not interested in writing anything beyond one-shots/drabbles.

All of my fics, unless otherwise specified, are okay to reblog!

If you are not above the age of 18, do not interact with my smut content.

Requests: CLOSED

Send me your request(s) via the askbox and I'll respond once the fic is ready. Be as specific as possible, especially if you are requesting smut. I ask that you give me at least a week to respond. I reserve the right not to write any fic I am not comfortable with.

Fandoms and characters I write for:

-Genshin Impact (Tartaglia, Zhongli, Venti, Ei, Scaramouche, Kamisato Ayato, Kazuha, Itto, Xiao, Heizou, Yae Miko, Jean, Diluc, and more. Practically any character, but with limitations: absolutely no smut/angst/romance for child characters.)

-Death Note (L, Mello, Near, Light, Misa, Matsuda)

-Star Wars (Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Finn, Poe, Rey, Mando, Leia)

Bolded are the characters I will not write smut for. This list will be updated as I see fit. I am open to writing about other characters/fandoms, but the characters must be 18+ years old for smut/angst.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy your stay! ;)

[lasinlawliet]

Well... it's been a while, hasn't it? I apologize for being gone so long; it's been a rough couple of months. But I've been feeling inspired lately, so I might have a new smut fic out soon.

I just need to work out how I'm going to write/edit it, because I'm not too happy with how it's turning out right now.

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I'm sick right now but I hope to work on/maybe post a new fic sometime next week!

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Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a great and successful year 🎉✨

[lasinlawliet]

hi! if it's alright, can i request some smut with jean from genshin impact with a sub!trans male reader? if you're alright with unbalanced power dynamics, maybe the reader is a knight underneath her– if not, you're totally free to ignore that. one idea could be that the reader notices jean is particularly stressed, and invites her to take her stress out on him, or something like that. i'm not too picky with anything, really!

i love your writing, and i'm excited to read more! (in case i ever come back, i'll leave a tag as 💙 ^^)

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy~

Jean x Trans Male Reader - Overworked Dandelion Knight

Synopsis: Grand Master Jean is known to overwork herself. After the reader suggests Jean take a (sex) break with him, Jean shows him just how stressed she is.

Word count: 3.4k

CW: dom!Jean, sub!trans male reader, unbalanced power dynamics (Jean is the acting Grand Master, reader is a Captain directly underneath her), facesitting (Jean sits on reader's face), semi-public sex (Jean's office), use of 'Grand Master' during sex, use of 'good boy' during sex, use of 'Captain' during sex, use of the word "cunt", reader is desperate

A/N: I wasn't originally going to post this until later this week, but inspiration struck and I wrote most of this fic yesterday and today. Also, this is my first time writing a trans reader so I hope that I was respectful enough in my writing. But please feel free to reach out and tell me if I wasn't, and I will correct anything disrespectful.

It was going to be another long night. After the Traveler had left Mondstadt in search of their twin, the Knights of Favonius were not as equipped to handle things anymore. Acting Grand Master Jean, the current acting leader of the Knights of Favonius, had taken on a heavy workload since Grand Master Varka was away on an expedition. Jean was brave, loyal, fierce when needed. She was the kind of leader Mondstadt needed in the recent unprecedented times, and the kind of person who was also overdue for a break. As you were thinking about Jean, Cavalry Captain Kaeya plopped a stack of papers in front of you.

“I had hoped that our Logistics Captain would know better than to daydream while working.” Kaeya teased you. You glared at him.

“And I had hoped that our Cavalry Captain would step up and do something other than throw more work at people.” You responded. 

“Hey, I work just as hard as you do.” Kaeya shrugged before he left. You looked up at the clock. 11:02pm. You were sure that Lisa was sick of the all-nighters recently in the library, but the work couldn’t wait. You began sifting through the papers. Most of the requests, or even outright demands, weren’t something that your department could even handle. All your department handled right now was the transferring and acquiring of goods, supplies, and other resources in Mondstadt. Kaeya knew this, so this was nothing more than an attempt to see how much work he could squeeze out of you. 

As you got up to find Kaeya and give him the papers back–or rather, force him to take them back, you noticed Jean working by herself. She was seated at a small table tucked away in a corner of the library. Books were piled up high around her. She seemed to be working on something, or rather, about to work on something. You were surprised to see Jean outside of her office. She’d typically only leave for meetings. The last time you saw her was… well, for something other than a meeting. You wondered if she remembered the night as vividly as you did. You approached Jean, but she didn’t notice you.

“Grand Master Jean.” You announced and her eyes snapped up to look at you. You noticed how tightly she was holding herself. Her ponytail was frazzled, her hands were clenched around her writing utensil and ink, and she was hunched over the report she was “working” on. It was clear that she was stressed out. 

“Captain Y/N. I suspect that you’re done for the night?” She questioned as she eyed the stack of papers you were carrying.

“Not at all. I’m returning these to Kaeya. These requests don’t fall under the Logistics Team’s jurisdiction.” You informed her.

“I see. Thank you for looking into them.” Jean replied as she pulled down one of the books from her piles. 

“Of course.” You responded, and as you were leaving, Jean called your name. You immediately turned around and walked back to her table.

“I was working, just so you know.” She informed you. 

“I have no doubts about that, Jean.” You responded. You weren’t one to question her authority, especially because she was your direct superior.

You found Kaeya and unloaded the papers onto his table. 

“Hmph. Did you even look through these?” Kaeya questioned.

“Of course I did, Cavalry Captain. Now it’s your turn.” You answered. Kaeya chuckled at your remark, but you left before he could reply. You flipped through your remaining papers. There was a specific book you needed to finish your report. And that book just happened to be near Jean’s table.

You stood just behind Jean’s table, searching the tall shelf for the book you needed. After locating your book, you looked down to see Jean paging through a new book. It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but you decided to move your work to the spot opposite of Jean. It wasn’t often that you had a chance to talk to her one-on-one, so you had to take every opportunity. 

“Oh, hello again, Captain Y/N.” Jean looked up from her book at you.

“Hi Jean. I’m going to join you.” You replied coolly. You wondered if she remembered that night you two had spent together, but she gave no indication.

“Sure.” Jean smiled.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?” 

“No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking, Captain Y/N.”  Jean seemed as polite as ever. You couldn’t help but wonder what she hid from the public, besides that night you two shared. Perhaps this was a chance to get to know her more. You were interested in her, in more ways than one. You sat back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. Jean looked at you for a moment but said nothing. 

“Jean, I only see you when you’re working. Do you ever take breaks?” You asked. Jean shuffled in her chair. You wondered if she had heard you, so you repeated the question.

“I do take short breaks when possible. But this report must be finished by tonight.” Her tone was as stern as ever.

“When was the last time you took a break?” 

“Captain Y/N, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I’m fine.” Her voice wavered slightly, but you knew better than to bring this up.

“I get it. Apologies.” You sighed. With the way things were going, you were never going to get to know her better. Maybe you ought to bring up that night. That had to get a response out of her.

“Grand Master,” You said in a low tone.

“What is it?” Jean put her book down.

“I think about that night a lot.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Jean stared down at the book in front of her. There was no response, so you continued.

“We could always do that again, you know. I see how stressed you are. Why not take it out on me?” You knew you were way over the line, to the point that this stunt could easily get you demoted, or even dismissed from the Knights of Favonius entirely. But you were willing to risk your job if it meant you’d get another chance to be with Jean.

Jean took a deep breath. “Captain Y/N, join me in my office in five minutes.” 

She got up from the table, pushed in her chair, and left the library. All that remained of her was her report and the stacks of books. You were surprised that she had taken the bait; you thought the report had to be finished tonight. Or maybe it just wasn’t that important. You looked up at the clock. 11:25pm. So that meant you had to wait until 11:30pm. Your heart pounded as the time ticked by. You had only ever made out with Jean once, never going any further than that. If you two were going to have any kind of intercourse, you’d have to let her know something first.

When the clock read 11:30pm, you had to stop yourself from immediately leaving the library. You got up, organized your area, and headed out. You stood before Jean’s office. Before you could knock, Jean opened the door and whisked you inside, locking the door behind you. 

“You’re late.” She said as she shuffled across her office and leaned against her desk. You noticed the blinds on the window were tightly drawn, and a few candles were burning atop the table. The lights were dim, but you could still make out the general shape of the office.

“I apologize.” You were frozen against the door.

“Sit.” Jean commanded, pointing to the seat at the head of the table. You sat down awkwardly.

“I’ll be honest with you. If we had never done what we did, I would have dismissed you from your duties. That was an inappropriate thing to say to your superior. Do we need to have a discussion on your place within the Knights?” Something about Jean’s firmness was oddly attractive. You were curious about what would happen if you were to accept her proposal.

“I think we need to have that discussion, Jean.” Your voice was sugary sweet. Jean walked over to you and gripped the table harshly. She had angled herself in such a way that you could easily peer down her top… but you decided against doing so for now.

“Perfectly fine by me. When we are in a public setting, you are not to refer to me as just ‘Jean’. This includes my office, unless I say otherwise.”

“Uh-huh. What should I call you then?”

“Grand Master Jean.”

“I see. Anything else you want to tell me, Grand Master Jean?” Your eyes flickered to her top, hoping to get a glance, but Jean noticed your peering eyes. She removed her left hand from the table and forced your chin up to look at her.

“You’ll need to learn your place as my inferior. This will happen tonight.” 

“Is that why you accepted my offer, Jean? To have me learn my place?” You smirked. Jean’s grip on your chin got harder and you whimpered, not used to the sudden force she was displaying.

“Do you give me your full consent?” She asked. What did she plan on doing?

“Uh, yeah, but there’s something you should know first…” You trailed off. 

“Tell me.” 

“I’m a trans guy.”

Jean’s grip on your chin softened. “Thank you for trusting me and telling me that. Is there anything off limits? Anything I need to know otherwise?” The fact that she was so thorough and kind reassured your nerves.

“Uh, well, this is more about you. But if you’re going to fuck me, fuck my ass or my mouth.”

“Understood. Now, let’s lay out a few ground rules. You are not to touch me until I give you permission. And you are to call me ‘Grand Master’ from now on.”

“Got it, Grand Master.”

“Then let’s begin.” Jean traced her thumb over your top lip and you began kissing it. She smirked. You took this as a cue to keep going, so you desperately kissed her thumb. You took it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You looked into Jean’s eyes with innocence. She grabbed your top, pulled you up from your chair and pushed you down onto the table. Your back was flat against it, and you narrowly missed the candles.

“You are to listen to my every command.” Jean mumbled as she leaned over you and brought her lips against your neck. She began sucking on a spot near your jawline, causing you to whimper. You hadn’t expected her to remember what you liked, but maybe she remembered that night just as fondly as you did. You hoped that tonight would be even better.

“Can I touch you here?” She pointed to your chest and you nodded. Jean continued kissing your jawline while running her hand along your chest. Something was stirring within you, and you wanted to touch her.

“Please… let me touch you.” You whimpered desperately. Jean stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

“I told you to listen to my commands. Right now, you don’t have that privilege. Or would you rather we stop this?” Jean traced her fingers lightly across your lips. You pathetically tried to kiss them, but she yanked them away.

“No.” She said firmly.

“Jean, please, can I–”

“Grand Master. Not Jean. Grand Master. Repeat after me.”

“G-Grand Master.” You repeated sheepishly.

“Good boy. Now, how about we do what you promised?” Jean smiled down at you. You gave her a confused look.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten, Captain. You told me that I could take my stress out on you. And I’m your superior, so taking an order from you is not something I would usually do. So consider yourself lucky tonight.”

“Oh, um, yes Grand Master. Please take your stress out on me!” Your voice was honey-coated. Jean pulled you up, so that you were now sitting on the table. She stood before you and your chest heaved. Being so close to her was a shock, an exciting one nonetheless. She grabbed your hand and brought it to her clothed crotch.

“Touch me.” She commanded, and you rubbed her folds through her pants. Jean let out a small moan. You picked up the pace, wanting to feel her even more. You wanted to feel how wet she was, you wanted your fingers to be covered in her arousal. But Jean harshly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. 

“You are now to help me take off my clothes, Captain.” Jean demanded and you felt sharp flickers of arousal building. She guided your hands over to her coat, and you eagerly pushed it off. She brought your hands down to her belt, and your hands shook as you took it off.

“Everything okay?” Jean’s voice was softer. You nodded. Truthfully, you were just getting excited to the point that it was hard to keep still. You wanted to pleasure her so badly. She slid down her pants and stepped out of them. All that was left were her white panties. Before taking them off, Jean once again guided your hand to her pussy. You traced along her folds with a single finger, noticing how wet she was already. You looked up at her.

“Take them off.” She said. You ripped them off and hungrily looked at her pussy. You wanted to bury yourself in her pussy, but knew you had to restrain yourself.

“Now, touch me.” 

“Yes, Grand Master.” You whispered as your fingers connected to her folds. You lazily smeared around her slick. She was wet to the point her arousal was coating your fingers, just as you had wished. You began gently circling your thumb against her clit, eliciting a low moan from Jean. 

Hearing her moans only heightened your arousal; was it possible to cum just from being horny?

“Continue, Captain. Show your superior how she should feel.” Jean hissed. You steadily massaged her clit, while slowly working a finger into her pussy with your other hand. It felt like her pussy was swallowing you, begging for more. Her pussy was pulsing around you, and you could only imagine the last time she did anything sexual with the way she was responding to you. You looked up at Jean. She was tightly gripping a chair, eyes half-open. You figured that it was safe to keep doing what you were doing. But before you could add another finger, Jean gripped your shoulder. 

“Now, you are to strip, Captain.” She declared. 

“All the way?” You questioned.

“Yes. All the way.” She answered. You got up from the table and hesitantly took off your top, leaving your chest exposed. There were a few scars from your recent top surgery.

“Continue.” Jean motioned to your pants. You sighed as you slid them down, leaving you only in your boxers. 

“You’re doing well so far. Only one more thing, Captain.” Jean urged. You took off your boxers, leaving you fully nude in front of Jean. She eyed you up and down before giving you a small smile.

“Such a handsome man, Captain. I’m glad to have you underneath me.” She cooed. You smirked at her statement. You hoped it wouldn’t be long before you were literally underneath her.

“How about you, Grand Master?” You gestured at her top half. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you trying to command your superior to do something, Captain?” She scoffed.

“N-No, Grand Master.”

“I thought so.” 

“Sorry, Grand Master.”

“Why don’t you lie back down on the table for me like a good boy?” Jean purred. You immediately laid back down. 

“Since you’re being such a good boy now, I’ll give you a reward.” Jean took off her top, leaving her in her bra. You eyed the way her breasts filled out her bra, feeling yourself grow more aroused. At this point, you were almost certain you could cum from how horny you were.

“I’m now going to take out my stress on you. Is that something you can handle?” Jean inquired. Handle? Hell yeah you could handle that! You’d been waiting for this! Besides, you were the one to suggest it in the first place.

“Of course, Grand Master.” 

“Good. I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She said as she climbed up onto the table. Your heart began beating faster. You were sure that you could salivate at the thought of her on top of you, and knew that you probably would be soon.

Jean balanced herself on your face, not putting her full weight on you yet. The view of her was stunning – you wanted it burned into your brain. Jean looked down at you before fully lowering herself onto your face. Your hands were glued to your side as your tongue darted out and began licking at her folds. She tasted delicious – faintly like fruit. 

“You are allowed to hold on to me.” Jean said. You immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer against your lips. You were desperate to taste her, to please her. You wanted her to remember the night as vividly as you knew you would. You felt yourself getting sucked into her cunt, and you desperately sucked on her outer folds. But the pace soon wasn’t set by you, but rather by Jean. She began rubbing her pussy against your lips, riding your face. She locked her left hand in your hair, bringing your face even closer, to the point where you had to pull away at times to get air. Being trapped underneath her almost seemed like a blessing. And at least you had an excuse as to why your report wasn’t going to be finished tonight. Jean’s right hand was furiously circling her clit. You pathetically licked at her folds and her entrance, accidentally brushing your tongue against her finger several times.

“Enter me, Captain.” Jean murmured. You stuck your tongue inside her, and you could feel her walls start to clench around your tongue. You loosened your grip on her thighs and reached your hands up towards her bra. 

“Take it off.” Jean hissed as she continued to pleasure herself on you. You continued lapping at her cunt while fidgeting with her bra. Eventually it fell into a heap and you took this an okay to massage her breasts. You gently rolled her nipples, feeling them begin to grow hard. You continued palming her left breast, letting your right hand fall back to her thigh. 

Jean began fucking against you at a furious pace, to think that you had any control of it was foolish. You sucked on her folds, her arousal pooling into your mouth. Her juices and your spit were slowly dripping out of your mouth, onto the table. You gently traced along her thigh, and continued rubbing her breast in your hand. Her moans were feathery soft, which only spurred you on. Jean’s grip in your hair suddenly got tighter, to the point where you had to grip both of her thighs to negate the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Captain.” Jean said.

“Who knew that my inferior would be able to please me like this?” She continued. You said nothing, only looking up at her as you continued flicking your tongue.

“I’m going to cum soon. Suck at my clit.” Jean removed her fingers from her clit and you did as you were told. You lapped at her clit desperately, engulfing it in your mouth. Jean pulled your head against her once more before she came on you. It splattered all over your face, a bit even got in your hair. Most of her cum stuck onto your face and tongue. You cleaned up her pussy with your tongue, swallowing as much of her cum as you could. Jean got off of you and began rifling through her desk for something. Even after she came, she seemed to be ready to move onto the next thing. 

“Grand Master? What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Did you think we were done for the night? Don’t you want to cum too, Captain?” She asked and you smirked. This was truly going to be a long night.

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[lasinlawliet]

Currently editing/finalizing my last request (💙 anon). It should be up soon~

[lasinlawliet]

Going to have to delay the Jean fic (💙 anon). I should hopefully get around to it next week sometime

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🌸

[lasinlawliet]

Now working on my second request (💙 anon). I’m really enjoying writing it so far, I hope I can get it posted by Thursday or Friday!

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Hii!! um I just saw your page and I want to do a Matsuda x Reader fluff request, where reader is an artist & they been drawing Matsuda on their sketchbook for awhile. And one day Matsuda catches them drawing him on their sketchbook, which leads the reader to confess to him.

Um so yeah I just thought it was a cute idea for a request heh~

This was a super cute request, I hope you enjoy!

Matsuda x Reader - Sketches of Love

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Matsuda for quite some time now. After he accidentally catches you drawing him in your sketchbook, things change between you.

Word count: 1.1k

CW: fluff, reader is slightly insecure, gender neutral reader

If you just smoothed the edges here, maybe added some shading there… Ugh! It was no use; the sketch wasn’t good no matter how many times you went over it. You had really tried your best, too. And spent way too long trying to perfect it, even though it was just a sketch. You thumbed over the sketches you had already done - they were all of your longtime friend and crush Matsuda. He took up most of your sketchbook. You couldn’t help that his face was the perfect thing to help you practice sketching people. You looked back at your first sketch of him. It was undoubtedly a rough draft - you hadn’t even finished the right side of his face! But after comparing it to today’s… Maybe you had gotten better. 

Before you could start a new sketch, the door to task force headquarters swung open. You hurriedly slammed your sketchbook closed. It was just Light returning from his ‘date’ with Misa. Honestly, you felt sorry for her. She deserved better than him. Light ignored you and went to check the updated information on the Kira case. Thankfully, what you did for the Kira investigation didn’t need to be monitored too closely: all you did was thoroughly sift through evidence after it had been looked after by each of the task force members. And if you found anything of note that the others hadn’t, you were to report it. Since your duties didn’t take that long, you had plenty of time to expand your artistic abilities. You hesitantly opened your sketchbook and kept an eye on Light, but he showed no interest in what you were doing. You decided it was safe to start a new sketch, with Matsuda as your subject, of course. 

You were so engrossed with your sketch that you hadn’t even noticed someone else enter headquarters. They took a seat next to you on the couch and you felt the space next to you sink down. You turned your head sharply to see Matsuda peering at your sketchbook, mouth slightly agape. You didn’t have time to close your sketchbook before he caught what you were drawing, but even if you had, you realized he had seen you sketching him. It was obvious - no one else in the task force looked quite like Matsuda did, so you couldn’t pass it off as someone else. As you were contemplating what to do, Matsuda let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked, confused. 

“I never knew you were an artist, Y/N! I’m flattered that you’re drawing me.” Matsuda chuckled again as he ran his hand through his hair. You turned away from him, mostly to stop him from seeing that you were blushing. He was flattered?

“Oh, I’m sorry. Geez, I really do mess everything up… You didn’t mean for me to see that, right?” Matsuda seemed apologetic. He was too sweet for his own good; it was part of the reason you liked him so much. That, and the fact that he was super cute. 

“Uh, yeah.” You said, staring down at the sketch you had drawn of him. Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t tell whether you were excited, scared, or a combination of both. It felt like Matsuda had just looked at something private. 

“I can just forget I saw it, I swear!” Matsuda held his hands together in front of his face. You shook your head.

“There’s no use in pretending.” 

“O-Oh, alright! Well, since you’re an artist, I assume you’ve drawn lots of other things! If it’s okay with you, can I take a peek?” Matsuda’s eyes were locked on yours. It seemed there was no getting out of this. If he saw the rest of your sketchbook, your crush on him would be glaringly apparent. Truthfully, telling Matsuda that you liked him to his face seemed hard to do. But maybe, just maybe, he’d understand your feelings without you having to speak a word. 

You took a deep breath, and flipped back to the beginning of your sketchbook, back to that half-sketch of Matsuda’s face. You angled the sketchbook in a way that Matsuda could see your sketch clearly. He took it in, his eyes going over every line. He didn’t speak for a while, so you flipped to the next sketch: a more finished sketch of his face, but still a rough draft. You continued flipping until you got to today’s sketch. You looked at Matsuda, heart now in your throat. A million thoughts were swirling through your mind. Did he not like it? Was he creeped out? Did he… like it? Was he impressed? Would this change things between you? And if it did, would it be for what you’d been hoping for?

“You’re really talented, Y/N!” Matsuda beamed, a smile growing across his face. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t seem creeped out.

“Thank you.”

“But, uh, why are all of the sketches of me? N–Not that I mind or anything!” Matsuda’s question was innocent, curious. You looked back down at the sketchbook, gripping it tighter. You prayed he’d get the hint.

“Oh…” Matsuda trailed off before he gently placed his hand on your arm. You looked at him, fear starting to set in, but he was smiling.

“Are you trying to tell me that… you like me?” He asked. You nodded, and you were sure he could see your blush by now. Thankfully, Matsuda got the hint. You honestly weren’t sure if he would.

“You know, Y/N, I’ve felt the same way for a while now.”

“What?! Really? Why didn’t you say anything?!” You hit his arm lightly with the sketchbook. 

“Ow…” Matsuda pretended to wince in pain. “I didn’t want it to affect our work. And I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, either.” 

“Gosh… you’re unbelievable.” You giggled. You couldn’t believe that all this time he had liked you back! You looked at Matsuda and smiled before resting your head on his shoulder. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around you before kissing the top of your head. You were sure you were bright red by now. 

“So, I guess this means we need to go on a date as an official couple!” Matsuda declared.

“Couple?! At least ask me to be your partner first…”

“I will, I will! After our date~” Matsuda grinned. 

“And when is this date?”

“How about tomorrow at 7:00pm?”

“Works for me.”

“Then I’ll pick you up promptly at seven!”

“You goofball, we can just go together from headquarters.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, right! Then let’s do just that!” Matsuda kissed the top of your head again and you melted into him. Out of all the things that could’ve happened, you didn’t expect this to happen. You were so happy that Matsuda had seen your sketchbook, even though it had been an accident.

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[lasinlawliet]

I’m going to delay posting the Matsuda fic request until tomorrow or Monday. I’m not feeling well today (thanks, period) so I’ll be able to work on it tomorrow if I feel better. If not tomorrow, then definitely Monday.

[lasinlawliet]

Currently working on my first request! I hope to finish it soon (Saturday at the latest).

I'll get to my second request (💙 anon) after I publish the first, so it should be done sometime next week.

Thank you to everyone who's been supporting my work! 💕

[lasinlawliet]

Mello x Reader - Birthday Present

Synopsis: It's Mello's birthday, but he can't really be bothered to celebrate it. But your gift to him is simple, free, and a memory like no other. Maybe he'll want to celebrate his birthday more from now on.

Word count: 1.2k

CW: oral (Mello receiving), rough oral, birthday sex, slight degradation, swearing, gender neutral reader

Mello wasn’t typically one to celebrate his birthday. He had far better things to do - such as proving himself to be the worthy successor of L and surpassing Near while he was at it. And besides, he usually got what he wanted. Why would he wait until one random day of the year to achieve that? You respected Mello’s boundaries and never made a big deal out of his birthday. But this year’s birthday was different. He was so close to finding Kira. Plus, you two had been official for most of the year, and you decided that the best birthday present you could give him was free. 

When Mello returned to the hideout, he threw his coat off, unsheathed a new chocolate bar from his vest, and took a huge bite. His eyes were intense as he finished the entire bar, his gloved right hand clenching and unclenching slowly. 

“Mello, is everything okay?” You asked. Mello’s eyes flickered to you briefly before he turned around to take off his shoes and throw them at the wall. Well, that was dramatic.

“I’m fine. I’m gonna be the best. No, I will be the best.” He was confident, so you assumed he was talking about the Kira case.

“I’m sure you will, babe. By the way, happy birthday! I have something special for you~” You chimed. Mello made his way to you, until he was standing before you.

“You know that I don’t do birthdays.” He huffed, but you grabbed his hand.

“I promise you’ll like it.” You giggled as you looked between him and his pants. He was unresponsive, so you took this as an opportunity to stand up from the couch and whisper against his neck: “You’ve been working so hard, why don’t you take a break with me?”

Before you could do anything, Mello ripped his hand from yours, pushed you back onto the couch, and climbed on top of you. Your breath caught in your throat. He was still so strong, and the scent of lingering cigarettes and chocolate was intoxicating.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” He hissed as he kissed just below your left earlobe.

“Mhm!” You melted into the couch. Mello continued to kiss your neck, and you tugged hard on his rosary. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“It’s your birthday, Mello. Let me help you celebrate it.” You pleaded.

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up about my birthday.” He huffed before getting off of you. You slipped off the couch and knelt before him, running your hands along his black leather pants. As you looked up at him, he smirked.

He unzipped his pants and shimmied down his boxers. He was only semi-hard, but you didn’t mind. You ran your fingers along his tip, causing him to twitch. You spit on his cock and rubbed it along his shaft before firmly wrapping your right hand around it. You twisted your hand, working into a rhythm that you knew he liked. His head fell back against the couch and he let out a low groan. You took this as an incentive to go faster, and you continued pumping his cock until he was fully erect. You dragged your tongue over his tip slowly before almost pushing your head down to his stomach. Your gag reflex was really being tested, but you didn’t care. You needed him to feel good. 

“Fuck, keep going.” Mello muttered as he shifted to a position to look down at you. You pursed your lips and bobbed your head, sucking and licking as much of his cock as you could. Your eyes locked with his as you continued to suck him off. You went faster–nearly at your limit–and his left hand lazily intertwined with your hair. It was almost cute the way he had come undone because of you, or so you naively thought. He murmured a string of curses before he stood up and shoved your head down even further, to the point where your nose was grazing his stomach and you gagged. Tears welled up in your eyes, but Mello either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He fucked your mouth, hips snapping with each thrust. You were gagging on his cock, completely at his mercy. A single tear rolled down your cheek.

“My birthday present, huh? And I have to be the one to deliver it, really now, Y/N…” Mello chuckled. You held onto his thighs tightly, several tears now rolling down your face. Mello’s pace was relentless, brutal even. The combination of his cock down your throat and your spit coating his cock had you at your limit. You struggled to keep up with his pace, licking and sucking when you could, but eventually you gave in and allowed your mouth to be used. The only thing you were able to do was purse your lips even tighter around his cock and just take him. Mello threw his head back, his moans filling the room. His grip in your hair had gotten even tighter. This was enough to cause a stir in you, and you moaned against his cock. You wanted him to cum down your throat, but you weren’t exactly in a position to tell him that.

So, you gripped his thighs hard enough to where you would leave marks later and moaned against his cock again.

“Moaning against my cock, huh? Someone’s desperate. I’m really close… You better swallow every last drop.” His gaze returned to yours and you could do was moan in response. He laughed. You were sure you looked pathetic - tears stained your cheeks, your own spit was starting to leak from your mouth, and you were being used solely for Mello’s pleasure. But this was his present after all, not yours.

“God, you're so pitiful. But fuck, this was a good present.” Mello said as his thrusts slowed. You knew his release was near, and since his pace wasn’t as vicious, you began bobbing your head again. You missed the feeling of him ramming his cock down your throat, even if it did make it harder to breathe. You began furiously licking the underside of his cock, and Mello placed his other hand in your hair. A string of curses fell from his mouth and you knew he was nearing his release. Mello moaned as he came, and you felt his cum shoot down your throat. You slowly took your mouth off of his cock, carefully licking up his cum and your spit as you did. You swallowed every single drop, just as Mello had requested. Mello’s chest was heaving and he plopped back down on the couch. You knelt before him again, hands gently squeezing his knees.

“I hope you had a good birthday!” You smiled.

“...I did. Thanks.” Mello awkwardly patted your head and you rested your head against his thighs.

“I know how hard you’ve been working. I’m really proud of you.” You suddenly announced.

“Spare me that shit, I have to beat Near by any means possible. But I could definitely go for this ‘present’ again.” Mello’s hands gently rested in your hair and you smiled against him. You were so glad you could help him celebrate his birthday, even if it meant your mouth would need some time to heal.

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[lasinlawliet]

Currently working on a small holiday drabble for the Death Note characters... I hope to finish and post it soon!

Also might have a short smut drabble for Mello's birthday on December 13th but no promises there

[lasinlawliet]

Mello x Reader - Catching Up

Synopsis: After graduating from Wammy's House, you set off to find Mello, but it takes you several years. Once you finally track him down, you two have a lot to catch up on...

Word count: 3.2k

CW: biting, knife play, reader giving and receiving oral, use of pet name 'slut', slight mention of blood, praise, swearing, missionary position, choking, creampie, afab reader with no set pronouns, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Mello, slight angst (unresolved feelings and mention of Near)

You stood before a dark, dingy door. You took a deep breath in. There’s only one way to find out if he’s in there. You brought your fist up to the door and confidently struck it three times. No answer. You rose your fist once again, but the door swung open. Before you stood a tall man dressed in a brown suit. He looked you up and down hungrily. You backed up slightly, heart hammering against your ribs. Maybe you shouldn’t have come here, maybe you should’ve just let things die in the past. Mello probably didn’t want to be found.

The man dragged his eyes over you again, and you tried not to quiver in fear. 

“What is your business here?” His voice was gruff. 

“I-I um, well, I’m looking for someone…” You squeaked. The man chuckled.

“Yeah? And who’s to say we’re not looking for someone like you? We could use a pretty thing like you around here.” You tried not to wince at the man’s words.

“I’m looking for Mello!” You exclaimed confidently, heart in your throat. 

“And just who are you?” The man scoffed, towering over you.

“Y/N.” 

The man’s eyes went wide for only a second before narrowing. “Well then, I suppose your welcome is overdue. Get in, now.” 

You entered the hideout, trying not to make it obvious that you were scanning the area for Mello. The man led you down a flight of stairs, and your breath grew shaky. It’s not too late to turn back. It’s okay to leave. No, no, you have to do this. You owed it to Mello. The man opened a door and beckoned you into a barren bedroom. There was a bed, a nightstand, a few chairs, and a dresser. 

“Wait here for him.” The man smirked as he left you alone in the room. You supposed you shouldn’t be too nosy, but maybe taking a peek or two around the room wouldn’t hurt. It had been so long, after all. Your eyes glanced over at the nightstand, noticing a pocket knife. You noticed a few half-unwrapped chocolate bars atop the dresser and decided to check them out.  As you were walking towards the dresser to investigate further, the door flew open and slammed closed before you could turn around.

“Y/N…” The man trailed off. You froze. That voice… it had to be Mello’s.

“Why have you come here?” There was anger in his voice, and you heard the shuffle of his feet as he moved in closer to you. You turned around. He looked nearly the same as he did at Wammy’s. His hair was still the same beautiful blond. It had gotten a bit longer. His blue eyes bored into yours. He was wearing a black leather vest, black leather pants, and a rosary. He looked so good now. Looking at him without thinking of what you two had done together was difficult.

“I needed to find you, to see you again.” Your voice meek, your eyes trained on the ground. Mello moved closer to you, until he was within reach of touching you. You could feel yourself growing hot. You hadn’t been this close to him since… well, five years ago. And even though it had been so long, the effect he had on you was the same. Your heart pounded and you felt your tummy fluttering. You ached for him. He reached out a gloved hand and yanked your chin up to meet his gaze. The grip he had on your chin was rough, and it was taking everything in your power to look directly into his eyes. 

“You did? Why wait five fucking years?” He was angry, and his grip on your chin grew tighter, to the point where you were scared he'd leave bruises.

“It was impossible to find you until now! Besides, you’re with the mafia, Mello…” You started to feel nervous again, and Mello removed his hand, leaving only a ghost of a feeling on your chin. 

Mello backed away from you and sat down on the bed. You leaned against the wall nearest to him. Mello balled his hands into fists, and his arms began to shake. 

“Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me here? Why show up now? It’s the middle of my investigation.” His voice wavered. 

“I’m sorry. But it’s been so hard to find you! Did you know what I had to do in order to get information on you? Also, having to learn you were in the mafia? And finding the location of a fucking mafia hideout?!” You shot back. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone looking for him, after all. 

Mello stiffened. “What the hell did you do?”

“Take a guess. The only other person from Wammy’s House that knew about–” You started, but Mello cut you off.

“Near.” He hissed.

“He wasn’t the only one who helped me. But it shouldn’t matter!” You knew that mentioning Near’s name was enough to rile up Mello. And part of you did it on purpose. Mello could be hot when he was angry.

“Yeah, sure. Near just happened to help you.” He sneered.

“Mello, I came here because, well… I didn’t want there to be any unresolved feelings between us.”

“Feelings?” His voice was a bit softer.

“I’ve missed you… in more ways than one.”

Mello eyed you, and then promptly got up from the bed. He pinned you against the wall with his body, his breath hot against your ear.

“To be honest, I think about you every night… about what we’ve done together.” His voice was low. You squirmed against the wall. You could feel desire pooling in your panties. He traced your lips with his gloved thumb. Without thinking, you began kissing it desperately. You longed to have it in your mouth again.

“Suck.” Mello ordered, shoving his thumb hard against your lips. You parted your lips and vigorously circled your tongue around his thumb. It tasted like a mixture of chocolate and salt. And also iron? You weren’t sure, but it had a distinct metallic taste. You moaned against his thumb, causing Mello to smirk. You had missed doing this.

“Harder.” He commanded and you were even more enthusiastic. He laughed before removing his thumb from your mouth. He wiped it on his black leather vest, eyeing you the entire time. Your pussy was fluttering. He pulled your hair away from your ear and gently grazed your neck with his teeth. You let out a moan in shock. It felt nice. Mello took that as a sign to keep going - he sunk his teeth further into your neck before sucking on the spot. His tongue traced the letter ‘M’ on your neck before he bit you again. You were sure to have a hickey there by morning.

“M-Mello!” You huffed as he pulled away.

“Everything alright?” He smirked.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.” You sighed. Mello abandoned your neck and pressed his lips to yours. You were quick to kiss back, sharing a needy kiss. You pulled him in closer by tugging on his rosary. You rested your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Mello’s left hand fell down your body, landing on your right breast, while his right hand was cupping your cheek.

He squeezed and rolled your nipple in his gloved hand. You felt like you were on fire, you were sure that by now you were dripping wet. And all he had done was kiss you and touch your breast. It had been a while since you’d done anything sexual, though. You needed to know what his fingers felt like now… without the gloves. You broke away from the kiss, a newfound passion ignited in your eyes. 

“Mello, can you take off your gloves?” You asked, looking away from him. Once again, he had grabbed your chin and tilted it up so you were looking at him.

“If we’re going to continue this, you aren’t to look away from me. Understood?” He hissed. 

“Understood. So, the gloves?” You tried again. Mello took the gloves off with his teeth, then threw them on the floor. 

“I really want to touch you.” He whispered and you rubbed your legs together.

“Please do.” You whispered back, and he took off his vest and rosary, leaving him topless. He slid your shirt off and struggled with taking off your bra. You giggled, causing him to grab his knife from his nightstand and promptly cut your bra off. Your bra fell into a heap at your feet. Your chest heaved, and you were even more turned on. Part of you was scared. Everything happened so fast, but god, it was hot. You wondered what it would be like if he used the knife while fucking you. He must have sensed the thought in your eyes, because he looked between you and the knife. 

“You nasty slut. You actually want me to use this?” Mello seemed shocked. 

“Yes, but please be careful.” 

“I’m saving this for later, then.” Mello returned the knife to the nightstand. He roughly took your breasts in his hands. His hands were long and skinny, but still soft. It felt like they were made just for you. He pinched your right nipple, eliciting a moan from you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this good, this turned on by someone. Mello continued twisting your nipple, and he dipped his head to suck on your left breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he bit down after a while. He continued sucking it, his tongue left no place untouched. You pressed yourself even harder against the wall, further entangling your hands in his hair and softly tugging it. Mello smirked against your breast.

“I bet you're soaking, am I right?” He whispered into your neck, his hand trailing down towards your pants.

“Please… please…” You huffed out.

“Please what?” He teased. 

“Touch me.” You felt embarrassed.

“I’ve been doing that, slut. Be specific.” He snickered. You felt bold, so you pulled your pants off. All that you were left wearing was your panties. Mello’s eyes flashed down towards them.

“Touch me, here.” You said as you dragged his hand towards your covered area. He started gently stroking your folds through your panties, and you could feel your slick. Mello could too, and you noticed a slight pent in his pants. 

“Holy shit, you’re seriously already this wet?” He rubbed harder, and you pulled him into another kiss. It didn’t last long before you were moaning into his mouth. Mello dipped his hand into your panties and immediately massaged your clit. His fingers kept a steady pace and he kissed you harder. The sensation was overwhelming, you thought you could cum on his fingers right then and there. You pulled away from the kiss and moaned his name - loud. 

“Someone will hear us, keep it down.” Mello warned. His pace suddenly got faster, but he soon stopped. You whined, and before you knew it, he was kneeling before you. He slid your panties down, looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes. His tongue darted out, licking at your juices. He took his time, flicking his tongue lightly along your outer folds before working his way up to your clit. He slowly worked a finger into your pussy, twirling it around until he found your g-spot. You let out a moan, and he continued to lazily finger you. His pace was too slow, you needed him to be faster. 

“Mello, f-faster, please!” You begged, gripping his hair so hard that your knuckles turned white. Mello continued to hit that spot. He added another finger. He quickly finally pumped his fingers in and out. You were in heaven already. He continued to lap at your clit, and you could feel your stomach begin to tighten. You were close. So close. All you wanted to do was cum.

“Mel… Mello if you continue… I’ll-” You cut yourself off with another moan.

“Well then, we’re done here.” Mello’s voice vibrated against you. He immediately pulled his fingers out and stopped pleasuring your clit, and your release began dying down. Damn him!

Mello’s eyes met yours, and you looked at his pants.

“I want to return the favor.” You announced, and Mello chuckled at your forwardness.

“So do it, slut.” He sat down on the bed and you joined him. He pulled his pants down, leaving only his boxers on. His boxers were wet already, the tent in his pants had only grown larger. You palmed him through his boxers, earning a small moan from him. You didn’t want to waste any time, so you pulled his boxers down and gripped his cock. You saw the precum dripping from his tip, and smeared it over the rest of his cock before spitting on it. You wanted nothing more than for his cock to be inside of you - mouth or pussy, it didn’t matter. You took him in your mouth, twisting your tongue around the tip and using your right hand to move up and down the base.

“Fuck…” Mello moaned, his head dropping against the headboard. You moved your hand faster and started to bob your head, taking in as much of his cock as you could without choking. You moaned against his cock, batting your eyelids up to see him smiling down at you. Before you knew it, he had pushed your head down to his stomach, and you choked on the sudden intrusion. You let go of the base. Mello gripped your hair and guided your head as you blew him.

“What a good slut.” He mumbled. You ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. You continued to suck his cock even though tears formed in your eyes. You were sure you looked pathetic, but all you heard from Mello were soft moans. This spurred you on, and you held your legs tightly together, trying to get some kind of friction.

“I really want to cum, fuck.” Mello spurted and his grip in your hair grew tighter. “But I want to cum inside you even more.” 

You let his cock slide out of your mouth and you looked at him. You two hadn’t ever gone that far before… and you still hadn’t gone that far with anyone. Truth be told, you wanted your first time to be with Mello. And you were so glad you waited. 

You straddled Mello, his cock near your entrance. You began kissing his neck, and he gripped your arms. You sucked just below his left ear, and he groaned. You sat up on him, his cock once again grazing your entrance.

“I haven’t done this before.” You said. Mello smirked.

“I suppose this’ll be fun then.” He replied as he flipped you two over. You were trapped underneath him, and he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the knife. He held it tightly, making sure the blade wasn’t in a position to cut you.

He rubbed your outer folds again, and you whined. You really wanted him inside of you, you couldn’t stand how long it was taking.

“Come on, please!” You begged and Mello’s eyes flickered to the knife. He gently traced it along your collarbone, and you gasped. You thought you should be ashamed of a knife feeling that good against your skin, but hell, it turned you on even more. Mello sensed your excitement once again, and traced the knife ever so gently against your neck, then underneath your left ear. He finished it off by tracing the letter ‘M’ in between your breasts. 

“Stay still.” Mello commanded. He held the knife up to your throat, and pressed down with the face. The edge was mere centimeters from your chin. Was he seriously going to fuck you like this? You didn’t mind; in fact, you welcomed it. 

“What? Is it too much for you, slut?” Mello asked. You shook your head ‘no’ as much as you were able to with the knife nearly choking you.

“Good.” Mello chuckled. You were in agony, your pussy was aching. You needed him inside you. And you were sure he needed it too. 

“Please, Mello…” You said as you wrapped your legs around his torso. 

“Please what? You need to stop being so vague, slut.” Mello responded.

“Fuck me!” You cried. 

“Heh, if you say so.” He pumped his cock a few times before pushing past your folds and into your pussy. You whimpered in pain and Mello stopped. 

“Keep going, please…” You hummed. Mello pushed further inside of you, his tip nearly reaching your cervix, and you could feel yourself tightening around him. There were fierce stings of pain, but only momentarily before pleasure washed over you. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, and you smiled at Mello. He began thrusting, each thrust becoming harder than the last. His grip on the knife never wavered, so you allowed yourself to sink back into the pillows. 

“Mello, fuck, oh my god.” You cried. His pace picked up, to the point where the bed was creaking. His cock was stretching you out, filling you up. You were so glad you had waited for him.

“Fuck. You are so fucking wet.” Mello groaned. God, his moans were hot. You were nearing your orgasm, but suddenly the knife on your neck disappeared and was thrown onto the floor. You missed the sensation of something being held against your neck.

“Can… Can you…” You trailed off as Mello softly rubbed your clit, and you pulled him in closer to you. 

“Can I what?” Mello asked, annoyed.

“Choke me?” You squeaked. Mello smirked and wrapped his other hand around your throat. He applied an even harder pressure than the knife. Sounds of your moans filled the room, and it seems you had both forgotten to be quiet. But you didn’t care, you doubted the mafia would give a shit. You had never been in this much pleasure before. Mello gripped your throat even harder and rubbed your clit intensely. Your legs began trembling around Mello. Your stomach was tightening. Your release was only growing nearer. All you wanted was to cum on his cock. And before you could tell him either of those things, you orgasmed so hard that you folded into the pillows. Your legs fell to the sides of Mello, and he pushed them away as best as he could. You could tell he was close, his face was scrunched up and he was swearing under his breath. Mello kept fucking you through your orgasm, and moaned your name as he came inside you. You were thankful that you were on the pill. He collapsed on top of you, cock still buried deep inside. Some of his cum was already starting to leak out. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer against you. 

“Holy fuck.” He muttered.

“That was amazing.” You responded and Mello turned to look up at you.

“We should’ve done that long ago.” He said and you giggled. 

“I’m so glad I finally found you, Mello.” 

“...I am too.” He gave you a small smile. You wrapped your arms even tighter around him, content to finally be in his life again. You hoped that nights like these would happen more often now.

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[lasinlawliet]

Almost finished with my first ever smut fic, I hope that I can post it by tomorrow or Saturday

[lasinlawliet]

Currently working on formatting this blog. I’m not sure when I’ll actually post my first one-shot… but hopefully it’ll be soon!