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The photo you would receive after asking how a sick near is doing
Dilly Dally.ᐟ
random texts with the death note! cast. feat: L Lawliet, Misa Amane, Light Yagami, Miheal Keehl (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Teru Mikami and Matsuda
genre: crack
©ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɪ.
༒︎ 7 Minutes in Heaven ༒︎ Includes - Light, L, Misa, Matsuda, Teru, Mello, Matt, & Near Content Warnings - N/A Notes - I haven't written them in a while, so I apologize if they're ooc.
l lawliet otp while eating you out // drabble
cw; porn w/o true plot, f!reader, deathnote au, f!receiving oral sex, enemy-ish archetype (L attempting to prove his superiority over you), finger sucking. mdni.
wc; 714
hysteria within his primal urge, he drags his torturously stone-cold fingers down your abdomen. you shiver. an utter abyss is all you find when you gather the seemingly impossible strength to look into the man’s eyes. you feel your panties being pulled down. from there, a warm and wet sensation coating your folds. you throw your head back on a satin pillow in response. with an inherent drive, L grips either sides of your thighs.
he’s practically swimming in you. delving himself in you, completely confined, yet only eager to please. to prove himself, even, that he deserves a place between your legs. L nips at your clit whilst you try your utmost best not to react. you’re young and arrogant, he knows this already. it distracts him. hearing your reactions were all part of the plan; the one where he demonstrates his ability for you.
precisely, he lifts his head, stopping. you scoff in contempt. downright betrayal.
“in order to establish my precedence, i need to hear you when i do this,” he mumbled, nearly a whisper. he brought a finger to your soaked hole, massaging it softly before probing you. consequently, you grunt through gritted teeth. nothing goes unnoticed by him. almost annoyedly, he rams 3 fingers inside of you, vigorously driving them in and out at a metronome-like rhythm. you nearly cry. L smiles, satisfied.
without warning, a ringtone interrupts the moment. you look over, but L doesn’t stop. instead, he reaches for it, missing once before grabbing it. he shifts so that he’s holding it with only his thumb and pointer on his left hand, fingering you with his right. he checks the phone screen and squints his eyes softly.
“ignore what i had said earlier…” he says, visibly irritated. “…please be as quiet as possible.”
you blink. L presses a button with a small ‘beep’. he lifts the flip phone to his ear. “i’m extremely occupied, Matsuda. what is it?” his voice alone causes you to whimper faintly, but it still draws his attention back to you. he looks down at you with an animalistic gaze. almost like a warning, he removes his fingers from inside you and, after licking them clean, he shoves them in your mouth. you feel disoriented for a moment, but just a moment, before you begin to suck on them. he watches you as he pulls a finger out with a ‘pop’. Matsuda’s voice can be heard spiraling on the other line.
“can you repeat that, slower this time?” L says slowly, eyes never leaving your trance as you lick his slender fingers up and down. Matsuda’s voice is heard again, muffled for you. you take one of his fingers fully down your throat, looking up at him. he drags his finger out from your puffy lips and pinches your chin. he stays there for a moment.
“were you able to retrieve surveillance footage at that specific station on the 12th of January?” L asks inquisitively, transferring himself back down between your legs. Matsuda answers yet again. this time, a longer response. you buck your hips, growing impatient.
“i see,” L mutters, taking note of your pestering and eventually kitten-licking your clit. your entire body tightens as you feel the lingual sensation. after a minute or two, he fully indulges himself in you, lapping his tongue from your throbbing hole all the way up to the top of your slit. you arch your back into him.
“send me IDs of all the agents involved, as well as addresses and workplaces. once you do that--mmgf--have Watari contact NPA. it’s a bold move, but the task force back at headquarters needs to be able to view the tape, too.” he holds one thigh in place with his unused hand. you squirm but his unusual strength keeps you from abruptly moving.
“eating something? no,” he says in response to Matsuda. "just very busy. i'll call back." he moves the phone from his ear and presses another button before throwing it somewhere across the bed. he looks up into your eyes and suddenly places his hands on both sides of you, not far off from completely pinning you down. now he's focused.
not 30 seconds later and the man has you cumming all over his mouth. L smiles to himself triumphantly. he licks his lips, relishing in your finish.
“just ask next time; don't make me prove it to you.”
luvqties ®
this was created by a human without the usage of AI. keep it that way. PLAGIARISM OF THIS WORK IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿ mello x reader headcanons pt 2 ( some domestic!mello ) ‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
a bit suggestive ?? fluff mostly . . . gosh domestic!mello the things that u do to me. tags: @peaktora 💞
𓏵 he cooks shirtless. not only for you—he also just hates grease on his clothes. bites into a piece of food and feeds you the next bite off his fingers, still licking his own. “here. taste.” you do. his eyes stay on your mouth.
𓏵 doesn’t cuddle, but sleeps on you. head buried in your stomach, hand wrapped around your thigh. if you try to move, you get a warning groan, half-asleep: “don’t. i’m comfortable.”
𓏵 watches you get ready every. single. morning. not touching, not speaking—just leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed, chewing his bottom lip. you look over your shoulder and raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t flinch. “keep going.”
𓏵 won’t help fold laundry but gets handsy when you do. runs his fingers up your legs while you’re trying to stack shirts. pulls you back against him, murmurs into your neck. “we don’t need clothes anyway.”
𓏵 walks past you in the hallway and swats your ass like it’s a reflex. never even looks back, it’s just another switchblade on his belt.
𓏵 locks the door when you shower but doesn’t tell you. just leans back on the bed and listens. steam, water, skin. if you call for him? he’ll pretend to ignore it—until he walks in, towel already in hand, face unreadable. "need something or you just want attention?"
𓏵 doesn’t “ask” for space. just grabs your thigh and pulls your leg over his lap while he scowls at case files, eyebrows raised and nose slightly scrunched in concentration. still has the gun on the table. but you're right there, always against him.
𓏵 always opens jars for you, even if you didn’t ask. just sees you look at one too long, and it’s already in his hand. cracks it open like it offended him. places it back down silently, smirking. doesn’t even say “you’re welcome.” just expects the look you give him.
𓏵 you sleep in his shirts, and your favourite lace. he sleeps in nothing but sweats. and, he's shirtless at home. always. walks around with his cross chain against bare skin and low-slung joggers, eating chocolate straight out the foil. you try not to stare. fail.
𓏵 quiet physical touch. his palm on your thigh under the table. his fingers looped lazily into your waistband as you do dishes. chin on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck as he watches you cook like he’s thinking about more than dinner.
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I do not care if it’s sfw. You STILL need to tag it regarding what’s in it. Tropes, fluff, they held hands, whatever.
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I’m saying this for your own good. This is to protect yourselves. Do your due diligence.
Warnings: 18+ Content
You were lying face down on his bed, resting your chin on your arm. You looked up at him, somewhat dreamily. You sighed raggedly, trying to catch the breath you'd lost during the intense night of passion. He could see the beads of sweat on your back, your trembling legs, and the hickeys between your thighs. He was staring out the window, a cigarette between his lips, his back to you.
You got out of bed and walked over to him, wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder. He tensed. It wasn't easy for him to receive so much affection. He'd never been treated this way before. He grabbed your arm, turned around, and dragged you back onto the bed. He threw you onto the mattress with almost no delicacy and climbed on top of you. He looked into your eyes for a second and kissed your neck, marking and sucking on it. He pressed your hands against the mattress and murmured, not looking into your eyes, his breath hitting your collarbone.
"My sweet fool..."
You could only feel flattered by his intimate tone.
-Mello, Masky, Hoodie, Mikey (Manjiro sano), Izana, Billy Loomis, Hannibal, Matt Jeevas, Beyond Birthday, Ran Haitani
hi, do you have any domestic headcanonsa about mello?
DOMESTIC MELLO HEADCANNONS
just mello being.. normal and in love
cw: suggestive, mention of smoking
ᯓ★ when he has jobs, and he knows he’ll be away from you for at least the majority of the day, he sprays your perfume/cologne all over the inside and on the fur rim of his coat hood
ᯓ★ has a green toothbrush
ᯓ★ you have separate beds. it’s not often that you two actually sleep separately but it was originally enforced early on in the relationship because his trembling and whining in nightmares would be hard to ignore
ᯓ★ when you do sleep separately, he always wakes up in the middle of the night and rarely gets back into a comfortable sleep. his body always senses when you’re missing. but he refuses to bother you or even tell you that it happens
ᯓ★ your shared apartment has a small balcony. some nights you’ll stand and share a cigarette
ᯓ★ he has an obsession with lighting your cigarettes. his favourite is when he’s stood and you’re sat, and he has to slightly lean down and light it near his crotch. it turns him on when you add eye contact into the interaction
ᯓ★ has reading glasses
ᯓ★ he does the laundry. a lot of his clothes don’t need frequent washing, like his leather. but he does it for your clothes. he loves individually hanging each item on the drying rack, especially your intimates. it just makes him feel close to you
ᯓ★ when you wake up to an empty apartment, there’s usually a sticky note on the fridge with a message. he hates having to leave you on your own, but again would not want to disturb and wake you
ᯓ★ asks you to braid his hair before he sleeps. if it’s down he always thinks too much and the feeling of it on his back and neck bothers him
okay i rushed this because i just wanted to get it OUT and done with… lmk if you want more and if this is okay 🥹
does this count as domestic ?? this is me assuming domestic is just how they are in daily life @ home w u
