#mello hcs

[user73817]

mello dn fic

y/n is still in the trenches but this time it's a low maintenance long term situationship with sexy mean mafia probably gay emo boy mello

cw: toxic relationships, rough sex, choking, spitting (mentioned like once)

afab!reader, reader referred to as a 'girlfriend'

~ 900 words

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He isn't sweet or kind. You doubt if an inkling towards kindness has ever come to him his whole life. 

He’s callous and rude, spiteful in his words. Impolite and inconsiderate are two words that often spring to mind when thinking about Mello. Yet you can't recall any times he’s spat words of cruelty your way, perhaps you just don't know him well enough, but his voice sounds more quiet, somehow less abrasive when he talks to you. 

His hands never has any propensity towards such a frivolous thing like affection. Never lingers on the small of your back, never any kind of inclination to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The grip on your wrists both for when he drags you out from parties he doesn't want you at and for when he fucks you hard at night in his dark bedroom, is hard and unforgiving. There is nothing close to love or affection in his touch. You always feel the lingering pressure of his gloved, leather fingertips, another bracelet to decorate your wrist. 

He likes you most when you're prettied up so that you can leave him with mascara running down your cheeks and your lip gloss smeared into a pinkish stain across your mouth, the lingering traces of it transferred from your lips onto his, and down onto your neck. He’s rather talkative most of the time, always ranting about whatever menial thing annoyed him earlier in the day, but when night comes he pre-occupies his mouth with other things, the sounds he makes are his restrained groans and quiet curses, the sound of him undergoing his belt, and the clinking of his silver jewellery. 

Sometimes he wants to see you every night of the week, and other times he hasn't even texted you in months. You never know what goes on with him. You don't know where he goes when he disappears late at night and early in the morning, or even really what he’s up to when he’s unavailable for weeks at a time. Honestly you don't even really know why you put up with his constant hot and cold. Maybe it’s something in the way he spits out his words with such vitriol that you can't help but be captivated by everything he says and does, no matter the cruelty, or maybe it’s something in the way he spits in your open mouth as his cock splits you open. 

The grip of his hand, hard on your neck and wrists, is blatantly possessive, but you're definitely not anything resembling a girlfriend of his. You know for sure you aren't that, but you have no idea whether you’re exclusive or not, or even anything at all, and you know better than to ask Mello. Maybe he has a whole armada of other awaiting girls and guys, and you're nothing more than another body, blending into a ten foot wall of contacts in his phone. The possibility of Mello not seeing anyone but you in the way you do is slim at best. Maybe to him you're just his whore who awaits his beck and call. It wouldn't be all that surprising given the fact that he certainly fucks you like a one. Most of the time he rarely bothers to even strip, an undone vest and no shoes is already generous. 

You’d think he’s incapable of feeling anything resembling passion towards another person, besides maybe a passionate hatred or envy, but maybe if you’re just crazy enough, it can seem to you like there’s something more than just pure sexual desire in his touch. Something more than just an erogenous tease in the way he can't keep his tongue away from your throat, something more than just selfish satiation in the way he drags his ungloved hands across your bare torso, touching every inch of your skin as though he owns it. Maybe if you overthink things enough, there are small kindnesses within his tight leather exterior. He always lets you stay the night at his, even though he often disappears in the morning, sometimes after leaving your neck bruised and sore to the touch, he kisses your purpling skin softly. There’s always a kindness in the way he treats you after, wiping his cum off your sticky thighs, pulling your underwear back on when you're too fucked to. He doesn't hold you in his sleep, but he stays close, his face only a breath away from yours, you can even feel the heat of his skin. 

 On rare, quiet nights, he doesn't fuck you so hard, where he takes time in undressing you and then himself, where his hand holds your jaw, kissing you softly, tongue as deep in your mouth as his cock is inside of you, where he comes loudly, unlike usual, inside of you as his tongue prods the shell of your ear. 

You remember meeting him through Matt, he was unlike anyone you had ever met before. The way he spoke, the way he thought, the way he dressed, the way he carried himself. All of it was his and his alone. You don't have any expectation of how long whatever it is that’s going on between you and Mello will last for, it’s a miracle you’ve even managed to stay in his orbit for as long as you have. You’re sure that you’ll probably end up with him waving his silver gun in your face one day as he tells you he never wants to see you again, either that or one day he’ll just up and vanish entirely from your life.

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tbh even i don't know if y/n is mello’s girlfriend here

actually sat on this one for a while cuz i forgot that i finished it. also not to lampshade but honestly i kinda changed my mind on my headcanon of mello's characterisation after writing this so that also kept me from posting it. but after rereading it, i still think this is kinda fire and holds up, so i decided to post it. idk i just think that mello's actually way nicer than how i wrote him here.

[married-to-google-translater]

HIYAHIYA HIII!! May I request L Lawliet and Mellow headcanons⁉️⁉️😆💗 really just for being a relationship! (Separately please by the way) if you don’t do two characters at a time then just Mellow please!

OK CYAAA HAVE A LOVELY DAYAAYAYYYY💖💗💖💗💗💕

Mello

Mello would come into your life suddenly and almost out of nowhere.

However, you got along really well with each other and your relationship started quickly.

This would probably be Mello's first relationship.

A relationship with you would do wonders for his inferiority complex.

For once he would have something that N doesn't have.

Mello would really love you and not hide his feelings.

You would be really important to him.

Mello is a guy who shows his love in actions more than in words.

He could easily become hot-tempered if Mello perceived someone as a threat.

Mello would be a bit overprotective of you.

He wouldn't be stupid...

Mello knows he's putting you in danger by dating you.

However, he can't stay away from you.

You are one of the few who see Mello's softer side.

He should hold you and share chocolate with you.

Tenderness would be a new thing for Mello.

However, he would try for you.

L Lawliet

You and L would meet before he became the best detective in the world.

It was a sweet crush at first.

Pretty normal relationship.

You went on a lot of dates in different cafes.

Your relationship would change when L became the world's best detective.

L would like to protect you.

A lot of people would want to hurt him in some way and they would stop at nothing.

L would share all the sweets with you.

However, maybe not as much sugar for you as for him.

L's sleep rhythm would be really bad and only you could change it XD

You should also make sure that he remembers to eat properly.

L wouldn't be the best to take care of himself.

L would usually be able to concentrate better in your presence.

Sometimes L would also ask your opinion on his work matters.

It would help him more than you know.

[satorusluver]

Mello x reader hcs

Warnings: mentions of sex, Mello is toxic (is anyone surprised?)

Word count: 400 ish

Imagine having a on again/off again relationship with post-Kira AU Mello who

-Really shouldn't be involved with you and lives a life way too busy and dangerous to commit to a serious relationship, but can't ignore the chemistry you two have.

-Is weirdly vague about what he does for a living (because he's in the mob) but you're smart enough to figure out early on that it's less than legal, and eventually it becomes an open secret.

-Repeatedly bootycalls you, spends the night, and then disappears for days or weeks. Partially because he's in the mob, partially because he panics every time he starts to feel himself developing serious feelings for you.

-Likes to buy you gifts (especially to apologize for disappearing again) and has even gotten you matching couple's accessories despite his insistence that what you two have is casual. Just don't ask where he got the money for that bracelet from Tiffany's (cough drug ring cough).

-Slowly opens up to you a little about his past as he starts to trust you - losing his parents, growing up in an orphanage, the pressure to be the best in an institution full of brilliant children, and you slowly start to understand why Mello is the way he is.

-Shows rare glimpses of uncharacteristic vulnerability that make you realize he gives way more of a shit than he acts like he does (both about you and in general).

-Let the L word slip one time when you two were having drunk sex. He hoped you wouldn't remember (you did).

-Gets unexpectedly affectionate and cuddly in the afterglow of sex for a few minutes until he comes to his senses and remembers he's not supposed to get too attached to you....even though he definitely is.

-Hesitates the first time you touch his burn scars when you're lying in bed together. He'll never say it out loud, but he's insecure about them. No one else has ever touched them before, but he doesn't pull away. Over time, he actually begins to like it - that you don't hesitate to touch his scars and don't treat them like they're off-putting or repulsive.

-Feels really shitty for hurting you whenever he disappears and knows you deserve better, tells you you deserve better, but can't seem to stop coming back to you no matter how hard he tries because you might be the only uncorrupted thing in his life and one of the only people he's ever felt safe letting his guard down around.

[mellosdrawings]

Black Ops Fanweek/Safehouse Crew Week 2025

Day 3 Movie night/Game night

Slight nsfw I guess? Nothing explicit.

Being a leader is difficult. Marshall regrets everything.

[wammyhoe]

Hi just found your blog :)

Can you do Hc of the wammys boys what their aftercare would look like?

Like something you and I would kill for, I presume :')

L:

L would meet your gaze, black marbles lost in your own orbs, stunned by the unthinkable joy it brought him to feel consumed, needed, craved for.

He lets you go clean up first.

His aftercare is mostly a quiet moment, something small and grounding. His hand would linger on yours, fingers tracing your palms lightly as he holds you there, brushing kisses over your fingertips.

“Do you need water?” he would ask, polite, intimate as he scans you. “Or something to eat?” Watari could bring it in a heartbeat, you only need to ask.

Mello:

The sexual heat subsides, but passion always lingers, spilling over even as the moment fades. Mello keeps you close, stealing kisses with a trace of teeth grazing your skin here and there.

He can chat a bit if that’s what you like, his voice teasing, low, velvety in a way that seems to haunt you down.

His aftercare often looks like hot baths— convenient for a hardworking mob leader.

Despite how off-putting it might feel at times, being so cherished as you make him feel, he manages to keep his cool. No matter how busy he is, Mello always makes sure you feel like you’re the only one that matters.

Matt:

He kisses your temples, settling beside you and pulling you close, snuggling into your warmth. After a while, he might light a cigarette, sharing the quiet moment.

His idea of taking care of you often includes water bottles, soft whispers about how much he enjoyed it, and a collection of TikToks he saved just to make you laugh.

With Matt, everything is easy—lazy and sweet, just like him.

Near:

Near loves staying entwined with you for a while afterward, breathing slowly, savoring the closeness he rarely allows himself to indulge in.

He could cuddle for hours.

Near would love if you cleaned him up, and he’d gladly do the same for you. Just lying there, snuggling, sweetly brushing the tip of his nose with yours—it’s enough to make him melt.

[corpsedessert]

Did a slideshow about what type of jobs the death note characters would have, So here are the slides!

[dn-hc]

How would they react to their girlfriend feeling unworthy of them? These are geniuses and models we're talking about.

L Lawliet

L would be quietly devastated.

He’d likely tilt his head and ask, “What makes you believe that?” in that calm, almost robotic tone, but his eyes would be soft.

He’d counter every negative thought with facts: “You are thoughtful. You make me... calm. That alone is irreplaceable.”

If she cried, he'd gently take her hand.

“I don’t choose people based on what they can do for me. I chose you. That is enough for me.”

Light Yagami

Light would be shocked, even angry—not at her, but at the idea that someone he loves would devalue herself.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he'd say firmly, possibly grabbing her face to make her look at him.

He’d take it personally, as if her self-doubt reflects poorly on him—because why would he, someone who sees himself as exceptional, fall for someone who isn’t?

“You're mine. That alone makes you more than worthy. Understand?”

But deep down, if she opened up, he might drop the God complex and whisper something softer like, “I don't want perfection. I want you.”

Mihael Keehl

Mello would react immediately—emotional, sharp-tongued, maybe even pacing.

“What the hell do you mean you're not worthy of me? I’m a mess. You see the scars.”

He’s passionate, so he'd pull her close, maybe too tightly, and mutter something like, “I need you more than you know. Without you, I’m just noise.”

He’d hate that she couldn’t see her worth and would try everything to drill it into her—through touch, words, maybe even tears if she's really breaking.

“Don’t ever compare yourself to me. I don’t want a genius—I want the girl who makes me feel like I’m human again.”

Mail Jeevas

Matt would take a long pause—he processes emotions quietly.

“Hey. Babe. No. Don’t go there,” he'd say softly, maybe rubbing her back or resting his forehead against hers.

He’s insecure in his own way, so he’d relate: “You think I don’t feel like a background character sometimes? But you see me. And I see you.”

He’d use humor to lighten the mood, but he’d also hold her for hours if that’s what she needed.

“You're not just ‘good enough.’ You're the only one I want. Don’t make me play sad lo-fi music over this.”

Nate River

Near would freeze. Emotions are hard for him, but he’d be deeply affected by her words.

“I... don’t measure people that way,” he’d say softly, maybe fiddling with a puzzle or toy to stay grounded.

He’d ask quiet but sincere questions to try to understand her feelings, and in return, offer rare vulnerability: “I don’t like most people. But you... you make me feel safe.”

Near might not show it through grand gestures, but his attempt to comfort her would be pure and focused entirely on her.

“Please don’t think you’re less. I chose you because you make me feel real.”

Misa Amane

Oh, Misa would immediately cry if her girlfriend felt unworthy—because that’s exactly how she often feels deep down, too.

“No no no! You’re amazing! Why would you ever think that?!” she’d sob, hugging her tightly.

She’d shower her with compliments and get dramatic about how much she loves her, holding her face and kissing her all over.

But Misa’s insecurities would rise too, and she might whisper, “I feel that way too, sometimes. Like I’m not enough. But maybe... we can be enough together?”

Then she’d do something adorable like make matching bracelets or surprise her with a scrapbook full of reasons she’s loved.

[justnother-user]

Matt, Mello, and Mello/Matt HCs I’ve had stuck in my head for months

Matt

• Uses 3-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash

• Black nail polish

• Bi, no preference

• Saggy pants, belt only for looks (fashion over function <3)

• Smokes newports

• HATES VAPES

• Finger guns in pictures

• Has the crunchiest hair from the constant dying and bleaching

• Goes to sleep at 6am and wakes at like 9am (barely functioning)

• GAUGES!!! (like small ones not the huge ones)

• Burnt out from the pressure at Wammys

• Has used heroin like 3 times minimum (idk why)

• Dimples

• Canadian, brought to England

• Super dehydrated (pees out battery acid)

• Glasses (googles have his prescription on them)

• Jewish (non practicing)

• Bullies kids on Roblox

• Hates the French

• Wears boxers

• Hates Mountain Dew

• Sleeps on an air mattress (always wakes up basically on the floor)

• 80% of shirts are stripes (me too king 🫶)

• Almost better than Near when it comes to technology

• Flip phone has a little Pac-Man ghost charm on it

• Has a tamagotchi

• Can’t cook for shit

• Uses astrology as an excuse not to do stuff (“Mercurys in retrograde sorry can’t do it :P”)

Mello

• Coke head (again idk why it just suits him)

• Plays the piano (badly)

• Bi, preference towards men

• Big coffee lover (black coffee, anything with milk and sugar is “basically a milkshake”)

• Catholic (mostly for the aesthetic, but does go to mass on Sundays)

• Wears boxer briefs

• Lowkey knitter (like knits in secret)

• Constantly overheating

• Reading glasses

• Prefers dark chocolate (hates white chocolate bc “its not real chocolate”)

• Pescatarian

• Russian or Latvian (no one really knows, he doesn’t care)

• Internalized homophobia

• Cat person

• Tried to get into sewing but kept messing up

• Vision loss in his left eye from the explosion

• Left handed (tried to make himself ambidextrous)

Mello/Matt

• Mello buys Matt nice lighters and ashtrays but Matt never uses them because “they’re too nice”

• Mello paints both of their nails and gets mad when Matt accidentally smudges them

• Mello cuts Matt’s hair, if he doesn’t Matt would be walking around with a mop head

• Matt does sudoku while Mello does crossword puzzles

• Mello is a total passenger princess when in Matt’s car

• Mello knits Matt beanies

• Mello helps Matt dye his hair

• Matt has cyberstalked Mello’s exes

• They both have cheated on each other but they don’t care (yes they do)

• If it wasn’t for Mello, Matt would have no social life

• SUPER on again/off again

[rxvera]

I absolutely headcanon that Matt regularly gives himself migraines by staring at his video games all day while smoking and literally not drinking any water, eating, or sleeping for 48 hours straight. And Mello has to be like "Dude... Come on... Take some Motrin at least..."

[wammypilled]

June '04 - The photograph your girlfriend took

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[user73817]

matt dn fic

y/n is in the trenches of a situationship with early mid 2000s unintentional male manipulator loser gamer boy matt

cw: semi-toxic relationship, rough sex, choking, he cums in you (cw needed (?)), a lot of run on sentences idc

afab!reader, reader referred to as a 'girlfriend'

~ 500 words

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He always says it as he cums inside of you, almost inaudible, sliding off his tongue like another breath. “I love you.” he says. Yet, when morning comes, you always wake up to an empty bed. 

In the dead of night he touches you so gently, whispers so kindly into your ear, feels the inside of your mouth with the very same tongue he uses to kick you out in the morning. When he says “I love you”, and fucks you like he means it, you really believe it. 

But when he acts like you're his dirty secret when morning comes, talks bad about you to your face and behind your back, and has those nights where he fucks you hard with his hand tight around your throat, and only bothers to undo the fly of his jeans, pulling his cock out of his boxers, and leaving his belt to bang up the inside of your thighs as he carelessly uses you for his own gratification, you can't help but feel like just his whore. It’s on those nights when he doesn't even grant you the privilege of staying over for the night, or a ride back to your place, when you walk home in the cold night, scantily dressed, with your ripped tights on, shivering with the beginnings of fingertip shaped bruises on your neck and waist, your underwear wet with his cum, lip gloss nothing but a smeared pinkish tint all around your lips, and mascara running down your face, that you wonder if he just says the words “I love you” to keep you complacent and always returning to his unmade bed. 

But there’s always such a sincere look on his face when he spends time with you beyond the realm of his dingy bedroom, the way he hangs onto every word you say even when he couldn't care less about whatever topic you talk to him about, laughing at all your jokes, even when they're not funny, and the way he always wants you around even if he’s just mindlessly gaming all day. Matt even asks for your help when he dyes his hair with that shitty black box dye. He always tells you to leave when Mello comes over to his place, yet seems to like the way you and Mello get along. You can never quite wrap your mind around the way you’ll spend a night crying and alone, wondering if you mean anything at all to Matt beyond a good fuck, and then the very next morning he’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss the back of your bruised neck as you make coffee in his kitchen. 

You’d think he barely considers you a close friend, and you certainly aren't his girlfriend, but he’s always your most recent text message and phone call, and it feels like you spend more time with him than you do anyone else in your life. He once told you that you, Mello, and his plug were the three people he sees the most often. Yet nothing ever changes between the two of you, he never gets serious with you, never pulls you close, but never pushes you away either, always keeps you just at arm's length. You spend so much time with him but it still feels like you know nothing about him. You just don't get him at all.

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moral of the story - matt is probably your boyfriend and just bad at communication (mf got a 3/10 in social skills) but honestly who knows with that guy

[smallsinger5901]

because im on my Hashtag Make That Boy Suffer train recently I wanted to share my Mello explosion hcs 🥰

The explosives were on the inside of the building, not the outside wall, which is why mello felt fine detonating them while he himself was still inside

which. Speaking of. He VASTLY underestimated how powerful these explosions were gonna be and more importantly how PAINFUL they were gonna be.

he turned his head with the right side of hid face facing the outside wall and shielded as much as he could with his left arm, which is why it’s just the entire left side of his body that melted

obviously Matt was the one to scrape him off the pavement after

idc what canon says he lost that eye. Even if it was still in there it completely lost all vision

he also lost a lot of fine motor skills and coordination on the left side of his body from. Yk. Having it exploded at nearly point blank

he also suffers from a lot of chronic pain, it got infected a bunch

the shape of the gas mask and the metal cross on his rosary got burned into his skin, not scarred but stayed long enough

the rosary itself was mostly intact, though, which he sees as a sign from god (not that much of his faith remains after. That.)

he stayed with matt after that for the rest of his life :)

[mhaelkeehl]

transfem mello isn't talked about enough. so here r some headcanons i have

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[satorusluver]

Mello 100% has that fuckass bob to hide the fact that he has a big forehead. Change my mind.

[ccmatta]

hello. i would be interested in hearing your mellodramattic headcanons if you have any :3

Ok, that's fun :D I have a few... a lot maybe? I may forget a few because my memory is awful and I forget even about the things I love the most :')

Matt is autistic with delicious amounts of anxiety.

Mello have bdp traits (if not bpd per se)

Matt is russian and Mello, croatian.

Matt could possibly be smarter than Mello but he just engage in things around his special interests and hyperfixations, so his grades put him in 3rd. He doesn't study almost nothing, he just listen to the teachers and absorbs it all while, obviously, playing on his gameboy.

Even though at Wammy's there was a videogame at the playroom, Mello just played it once or twice before Matt arrived there. Then he just started to ask for Matt's gameboy to play here and there (mostly because Matt would watch him and cheer for him). This would happen again when they meet in LA, but much less frequently.

When Mello is too stressed, he asks to watch Matt play something. Like it gets him out of his thoughts or smth. He also likes to lean on Matt's arm, it's his weird way of showing affection.

Matt's always really worried about Mello's crazy way of... being. Since Wammy's he'd have to literally pull Mello from his desk to make him go to bed and try to sleep.

It took Mello really long to understand his sexuality and it drove Matt insane while at Wammy's; he'd pray *a lot* cuz he thought he needed to be forgiven. After leaving Wammy's he'd come to terms and be like "oh shit". After a few crimes here and there, he just accepted he had no salvation. Be gay, do crimes be free, my boy.

Mello left Matt back at Wammy's for him not to get hurt. Mello have all this care for Matt that he prefers to be without him than to put him in danger. And because of that, he didn't accepted all that well when Matt showed up on his door in LA 4 years later.

Matt's the only person Mello shows real affection and vulnerability. And after the explosion it shows up even more, mainly because he'd have constant nightmares and flashbacks and Matt'd have to soothe him back.

After a while living together in LA, both started to learn words in each other's native languages. So when Mello is cursing the shit out of Matt, he is actually understanding (most of) it.

Matt is quite physical in his way of showing affection since a kid. Mello used to try to hide that he also is. Eventually he opens up and you see he's pretty needy xD

The first time Matt sees Mello's mafia version, he falls in love even more. "There's something imposing in this version of him" (translating: he just found Mello sexy af)

......... ok I was reading all that and I think it's too long already xD (and I swear I cut out a few things lol)

[wammyhoe]

Can you do headcannons how they would take care of you when you're sick/have a cold? (Mello L and Near)

Aww this is cute! I added Matt too cause I like him :')

L: You might have tried to hide it, but L reads you as easily as words on a paper page, effortlessly seeing through the smallest shifts in your body language. He moves closer, his touch barely grazing your shoulder. Concern pours from his eyes as he mutters “You should lie down.”

If you don’t live with him, it’s clear he won’t let you leave. L tells you it’s only logical to stay with him, where he can ensure your needs are more than taken care of. Don’t worry, you’ll feel good in no time.

Mello: As someone who has mastered the art of denying pain until it demands attention, Mello would understand if you insist you’re fine. It’s just a small cough, after all. No big deal. But as soon as you start to really look sick — when you can’t hide the way your shoulders slump or the paleness in your face — he’s done with your attitude. He pulls you toward the bed, his grip firm. “You need to rest. Now.”

And you know he’s not taking no for an answer, so be good and obey, okay?

Matt: “That was one hell of a sneeze,” he chuckles. “You should take the day off. I can make some soup,” he'd say, and it’s funny because there’s no way he knows how to cook, but you oblige, feeling the cold creeping into your bones. Matt doesn't fuss over it.

He stays near and watches your comfort movie with you. His presence is warm and steady, showing that he’s there to take care of you even without making a big show of it. And the truth is, he doesn’t need to.

Near notices it before you do. He catches the drop in your voice, the slight weariness in your steps. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks, his tone soft but unwavering. “Maybe you should rest today.” He insists you see a doctor, and when you return, he’s prepared everything—pills lined up beside a steaming mug of tea, honey at the ready, and all the small comforts he knows will ease you. Near has his personal staff arrange every detail with quiet care. You're in good hands.