this audio was Trending on TikTok a while ago so I made one because I’m a trendhopper. It was really fun. Unfortunately people on TikTok are a little annoying and I started getting a bunch of know it alls in my comments saying Ummmm no one in death note can go to heaven or hell and why is L even there he’s my innocent baby who did nothing wrong :/ but after a certain amount of time of being on that app you kind of stop caring so I just started replying to all of them with I am the creator of death note and L goes to hell because he is Kira and also everyone in the show goes to both heaven And hell Actually.
LIVING WITH MATT & MELLO ( heavily suggestive, matt x mello x fem reader yep ahah )
matt walks around the apartment in loose gray joggers slung low on his hips, waistband twisted like he didn’t bother pulling them on all the way, controller in hand, glasses slipping down his nose — somehow it is more pornographic than if he were naked. he’s got bedhead and a fresh cigarette in his mouth and he leans over the kitchen counter while you’re making coffee, hand casually brushing the back of your thigh like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. but he does. he always does. behind you, mello slams a cabinet just loud enough to make you flinch. “we out of sugar or are you two just being fucking disgusting before i’ve had breakfast?” matt grins without looking. “you want a taste, come get it.”
mello makes you sit on the kitchen counter when he bakes — shirtless, apron loose around his waist, flour on his fingers and heat in his eyes, licking chocolate off his knuckles like he knows what it does to you. he calls it “quality control,” but the way he slips between your legs and mouths at your jaw mid-stir is anything but professional. matt walks in mid-mess, bites into a cookie, nods at your dazed face. “good batch. definitely used her right.” mello tosses flour at him. you get caught in the crossfire, legs still shaking from where he’d pressed you into the fridge ten minutes before.
lazy mornings are hell and heaven — mello’s always up early, hair wet from the shower, pacing the apartment with a cigarette while he rants about something political in just boxers. you’re face-down on the couch, dead to the world. matt’s sprawled next to you, one hand under your shirt like it belongs there — because it does. mello walks by and smacks your ass hard enough to wake you up, says, “get up, pretty thing, you’ve got things to do and people to ruin.” matt just smirks into your shoulder and murmurs, “you heard the man.”
movie nights are a trap. matt will pull you onto his lap halfway through a slow scene and pretend it’s just cuddling, but his hand will be under your thigh, inching up. mello starts with your neck — soft kisses, then bites. he always gets competitive. you’re in the middle, flushed and shifting, trying to pretend you’re still watching the screen when mello pulls your shirt down and matt tilts your chin up to kiss you with lazy heat. someone always ends up shirtless. the movie never finishes.
they fight over who gets to make you coffee in the morning, but it’s not about the coffee — it’s about who gets to watch your lips around the rim, who gets to kiss you first while you're still warm and sleepy and off guard. mello does it aggressive, with both hands on your face and tongue already in your mouth. matt does it slow, smirking, licking into your mouth like you’re his first drag of nicotine. you always end up breathless. they always end up smug.
nights are the worst. or the best. you sleep between them, and neither of them knows how to keep their hands to themselves. mello runs hot — he’s all thigh pressed against yours, hand on your stomach, breath on your neck. matt’s cooler, but his fingers are sneakier — low on your waist, thumb brushing where it shouldn’t. you wake up sweating, flushed, tangled in them like silk sheets made of sin. sometimes you don’t even remember who started what. they don’t care. you always end up wrecked anyway.
you can’t shower without one of them barging in. not because they mean to — not at first. but mello needs his comb. and then matt needs a charger. and then mello comes back because “actually, your shampoo smells like you, and i fucking need that today.” next thing you know, you’re pressed against cool tile, water still running, and someone’s asking “you want help getting your back?” with the kind of voice that doesn’t mean help.
laundry never stays folded. mello steals your tank tops. matt wears your socks. your underwear ends up in both their drawers, and neither of them cares enough to fix it — but they’ll make comments when they see you wearing his shirt. mello smirks when you wear black. matt mutters “figures” and leaves hickeys on your chest like a warning. next morning? you’re in one of mello’s silk shirts and matt’s sweats and no one says a word. but you feel the stares.
contrary to popular belief, he would be nervous about initiating
but would eventually initiate if he thought you were comfortable enough and/or dropping hints
that would happen after a lot of observation
tastes like CHOCOLATE. period.
his arms are everywhere, he will grasp whatever is reachable
preference: waist
aside from your lips, he really likes kissing your neck and your torso in general
he'll be quite handsy when he's kissing you
LOVES it when you manhandle while kissing
honestly is a sucker for teeth clattering even if it's sensory hell
loves tongue! can and will moderate for your sake
tries to be a tough guy, melts instantly
fairly experienced, yes
he's more observant than many would suppose
so don't be surprised if he starts adapting quite soon to your preferences
very emotional and is also very good at expressing those emotions
well, not exactly good, but he's full of raw emotion so he conveys those quite intensely
his favourite places to be kissed are his lips .... Aand his lips..... and his face . also, neck. also. wrists. also . everywhere?
if you act tenderly or reverently he's going to be so.... soft about it But also uneasy bcs he hass never really been loved...
clingy. doesnt want to admit it. he's touchstarved :c
nate river (near)
clueless
so inexperienced
he's actually uncomfortable with it
would take ages before he ever starts initiating
youd have to initiate
youd also have to teach him how to
i mean, he does theoretically know but has never even cared to even observe it closely
does learn fast, although he's stiff for a long long while
he does feel the glee and the giddiness but he's very unfamiliar with it so he's actually a little timid about it
as he starts to get comfortable, he would rest his hands on your shoulders
sometimes they'd migrate to your waist perhaps
would like it if you kiss his forehead/head
don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't find joy in your affection
it's just that he does not know how to express it, or even process it
actually gets flustered easily - it's easy to see as well because he's so pale
tender kisses!!!!! he loves these
secretly LOVES it when/if you rub/pet especially his back or cheek
he's all about smooches ...........
he would giggle if you made his finger puppet of himself and you kiss
very touch-starved but also uncomfortable with touch bcs its Unfamiliar
he feels strange but very pleasant things around you. it's love ... Perhaps . he's still learning................
he eventually develops a very strange affinity towards kissing your collarbone
and also towards being kissed at the shallowest point in the dip of his chest
mail jeevas (matt)
good kisser
smells like cigarette smoke 24/7
honestly i see the two of you stoned together and kissing very randomly
it just turns into a thing
he's also the kind of guy who gives platonic kisses
isn't one for very long or very intense kisses but then again if you like them he'll pull through
loves cheek kisses and cheeky kisses
if you pull his goggles off to kiss his eyelids he will cry. in the best way possible. or explode. probably both.
unrelated but hes the kind of guy who rests his hand on your thigh
likes gripping your waist/hips/ass as he kisses you
also gives forehead/head/hair kisses and loves giving them
actually he would say that his favourite form of physical affection is kissing
likes holding you close before and after kisses
he will laugh/chuckle/giggle/snicker into kisses and you can't stop him
if he's in a good mood, he'll tease/tickle you while you're kissing him
tastes like pepsi honestly. energy drinks. caffeine.
also thinks eskimo kisses are cool (pun unintended)
the kind of guy who will pin you just to pepper kisses all over your face
has a soft spot for kisses on pulse points
will combust if you press a kiss to his neck. has a very sensitive neck.
likes it when you wrap your arms around his torso/waist tho he has no real preference, he just gets giddier when you do this
this is soooooo late im so sorry TT
link to part i (x)
tysm for reading!!!!! i hope u enjoyed this. feel free 2 comment, reblog, anything really. i would LOVE to hear additional hc's or any different opinions yall might haveeee
