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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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How they would react to the first hug coming from you.
Warning: English is not my first language and may contain errors.
(in a situation where you both have romantic feelings for each other)
Light Yagami
Light is not exactly the type of person who shows affection through physical touch. Still, if you hugged him without warning, he would be slightly surprised at first. After a brief moment, he would gently return the hug, placing his arms around your waist. Deep down, he might even find it a little cute.
Of course, this reaction would be reserved specifically for you. Light might hug other people if it is useful for one of his plans, but the feeling behind it would be completely different. With others, it would be colder, almost like someone acknowledging a useful tool.
With you, however, there is a noticeable difference. Even so, Light is not truly a romantic person. His nature is manipulative. Because of that, the hug would still feel somewhat restrained and slightly cold. He might let it last a few seconds longer than he considers necessary, even while thinking it is technically a waste of time.
Still, he secretly finds the hug pleasant.
So in a way, you are lucky.
It would be a cold hug, but not an indifferent one. Just Light being Light.
L Lawliet
The poor detective has almost no experience with physical affection. The only real physical interactions he has had were with Misa, Light, and Watari, and even those were limited. So it is safe to say he is not used to being touched.
Because of that, it would probably be best to ask him first if you can hug him. L would look directly into your eyes for a few seconds, studying your expression carefully before concluding that your question is genuine. Once he reaches that conclusion, he would agree.
He would likely remain seated in his usual crouched position on the chair while you lean forward to hug him. It would look a little awkward from the outside, but if you like L, that probably would not matter much.
He would immediately notice the warmth of your body and the scent of your perfume. He might even comment on it in his usual analytical way, perhaps mentioning that your perfume smells sweet, something like vanilla.
If he is sitting in that crouched position, he probably would not hug you back at first. However, if he were standing, after repeating this interaction a few times he might gather enough courage to return the hug. And yes, he would probably blush a little.
After the third time, you likely would not even need to ask anymore.
In short, the hug would feel comfortable, sweet… and occasionally a bit awkward.
Near (Nate River)
Near is an even more complicated case than L when it comes to physical contact. He appears almost inaccessible to most people, at least from the perspective of the people who work with him. He is also not someone who would initiate closeness on his own, so you would likely have to take the first step.
At some point when you are both alone in the room, perhaps while he is building one of his towers of dice and you are sitting nearby, the situation might go something like this:
— Near… can I hug you?
He would stop moving the dice and look in your direction with his usual expressionless face.
— Why?
Already expecting that question, you answer calmly:
— I just want to touch you… I feel like it would make the distance between us smaller.
He would pause briefly before replying:
— Okay.
With that simple response, you would kneel down beside him and carefully wrap your arms around him while he is still sitting on the floor. Near would become very stiff at first, almost like a statue.
During the first few months, it would probably still be better to ask each time before hugging him. Slowly, however, he would begin to get used to it. Eventually he would no longer become so rigid and would even recognize the moment simply by the way you approach him.
At some point, unexpectedly, he might return the hug himself. Very lightly, almost like a feather.
It would be an extremely gentle hug.
Mello (Mihael Keehl)
Hugging Mello could be surprisingly emotional. Whether you hug him out of happiness or sadness, his first reaction would probably be to freeze for a second. Then he would let out a quiet sigh before wrapping one arm around your waist while the other hand rests against the back of your neck.
He would appreciate the warmth of your body and your touch, almost as if it allows him to breathe again for a moment. His hug would be firm, nearly tight, as if he is afraid of letting you go.
You might even try to steal a chocolate from his pocket while hugging him, hoping he does not notice.
He notices. He always notices.
Most of the time he would simply allow it, or complain in a way that sounds more affectionate than truly annoyed.
In short, it would be a tight, warm, protective hug.
Matt (Mail Jeevas)
Matt would probably be the kind of person who hugs you constantly. Something like 90% of the time you spend together would involve some kind of physical closeness.
So when you hug him for the first time, he would not even try to hide the big smile on his face. His arms would wrap around you easily, pulling you closer, maybe even dragging you into his lap while he continues playing on his Game Boy.
At some point he would bury his nose in your hair simply because he likes your scent.
His hugs would always be warm, relaxed, and extremely inviting.
Touta Matsuda
Matsuda would turn red like a tomato the moment you hug him. He would probably become nervous and unsure about where to put his hands at first.
Still, a huge smile would appear on his face as he carefully hugs you back, almost as if he is afraid of squeezing you too tightly.
Once he becomes used to it, though, things would change quickly. Matsuda would start hugging you all the time, almost as if you were his favorite stuffed animal or pillow.
His hugs would easily be the most cozy, comforting, and affectionate out of everyone’s.
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
