tw: cockwarming, sex (what else did u expect from me??)
"you are soo bad at this game"
your voice cut through the slashing and grunting sounds coming out of the video game your boyfriend was currently playing. you didn't even know the name of it, but you knew it was boring as fuck. your boyfriend's eyes drifted from the screen to gaze at you, lips parted and ready to protest at your remark before the character on the screen collapsed once more.
"fuck! maybe if you stopped making comments every two seconds, i would be able to end this shitty boss"
you could only roll your eyes at his behavior. poor guy is lying to himself, you thought. but you knew better than argue, this man's ego inflated like crazy whenever he got the controller in his hands. he was cute though, eyes focused, jaw tensed, breathing slightly shallow... god it was torture to look at him without being able to pull him into a kiss.
"just hurry up and beat him... do you know how hard it is to stay still?" your whiny tone almost made him twitch inside you. he couldn't deny it, it was hard to stay still for him too. your walls were just clenching to well around his cock, the tightness and warmth keeping him painfully hard.
"but we agreed on-"
"i don't care about that. it's been 30 minutes, i can't take it anymore!" your walls clenched tighter around his dick, as if your body was agreeing with your words. a strangled moan escaped his lips, hips jerking forward to thrust into that familiar heat. at that moment, you knew it: he lost for real this time.
the controller went flying across the room and you found his arms gripping your ass to lift you up. his cock dragged along your walls, the tip almost slipping out of your hungry hole before he lowered you back on it. a whimper tore from your mouth as he hit your spot, a rush of pleasure coursing down your spine after an eternity of waiting and craving for it. your hands grabbed his shoulders like an anchor, nails biting the skin in a pathetic attempt to not already cum on the spot. his dick was just too good. filling you up to the brim and stimulating your sweet spot with every thrust.
lifting your head, you saw the look on his face - hungry, lustful. but when your eyes met? his gaze suddenly softened, filled with affection. a hand came up to your face, cupping it to pull you into a sweet kiss while his thrusts slowed, now deep and purposeful. your hands slid down to his forearms, holding the meaty flesh to steady yourself. the constant stimulation soon overpowered your self-control and you felt yourself tilting over the edge. he sped up his thrusts when he felt you coming apart, fucking you through your orgasm anddd past it.
you figured he was just really pent-up from the cockwarming session but the pressure in your stomach increased as he kept drilling his cock into you without signs of stopping. soon enough, pleasure coiled again inside you and you knew you would be cumming again if he didn't get over with it in the next seconds.
"what the hell are you doing, just come already" you weakly pushed against his arms, squirming on his lap as you started to feel overwhelmed with the pleasure he was procuring you. your walls squeezed him harder, a telltale sign of you being at the edge again.
"i thought after cockwarming, we could try overstimulation too, no?"
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༒︎ 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.
♱ Light Yagami ♱
Once the two of you are locked in the closet, the timer begins. For a moment, you both stand there in silence, neither of you wanting to make the first move. Then, after a moment, you finally open your mouth to speak. Light beats you to it.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" he asks. You blink at him.
"Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want to kiss you?" you fire back at him in a slightly teasing manner. Light stills, very obviously taken aback, and a little hurt, by your rebuttal before he quickly recalibrates his next move. He clears his throat and maintains his composure as if it never slipped to begin with.
"I don't see why not. Unless you have bad taste in men, that is," he teases with a charming, yet sharp, grin. You ignore his comment.
"Do you even want to kiss me, Yagami?" You scoff and eye him sternly for a moment.
"Of course. You're not too bad looking yourself. I wouldn't mind kissing you." He's quick. Too quick. You can't analyze any of his moves when he's standing so close to you.
"Then why haven't you kissed me yet?" you ask, throwing his own words right back at him. He scoffs and turns his head to the side. You smile to yourself and save that little victory in your head for later.
"Maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment," he challenges through gritted teeth.
"Time's running out," you remind him as you lean in closer. You tap on the side of his watch, emphasizing the time limit the two of you have in here. "You better decide when to do it."
Then, without another word, he grabs your hips in his hands and kisses you. His lips collide with yours hard and fast in a way that is completely unlike him. It's messy and rough. It's completely different in comparison to the controlled and mature way he typically carries himself outside of this closet. His tongue, teeth, and lips collide with yours in a meaningless mesh of haste. And yet, there is an underlying rhythm to it—a method to his madness. There always is.
♱ L Lawliet ♱
L is sitting in his usual crouch on the floor of the closet. You sit on the floor across from him and stare at the man.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before, L?" you ask. He simply shakes his head.
"No, I have not. I don't really have the time for frivolous activities like that." You stare at him for a moment, a bit shocked at his blunt response. Then after a beat, you slowly crawl over to him.
"Would you like to try now?" you ask lowly. L looks at you before he tilts his head to one side.
"Yes," he hums, "I would. Although my rationale may lower after the interaction, it couldn't hurt to know what the common human experience is like."
"You talk too much," you chuckle. "Just a simple 'yes' would've been fine," you tease. You lean in closer, your soft breaths mingling with his as the air slowly gets more heated. L seems to get the hint.
"Then, yes, I would like to try kissing you."
You smile before leaning in and pressing your lips to his. You move your lips against his slowly, making sure that he can keep up with the pace. L, ever the fast learner, keeps in time with you perfectly. You hum in approval against his lips, not surprised, but a little impressed. You're careful not to slip your tongue in just yet, holding back until he gets used to the feeling of your lips. Then, without warning, L slips his tongue between your lips. You let out a soft noise of surprise at the intrusion, but quickly accept it as L slowly swirls his tongue, trying to get used to the feeling of it.
Without pulling away from his lips, you shift forward and settle in his lap, straddling his hips and trapping your legs on either side of him. L pulls away and looks up at you, clearly not expecting you to make that move. You simply smile down at him before capturing his lips in yours again.
♱ Misa Amane ♱
Misa is on you within seconds of the door closing. She immediately wraps her arms around your neck, wasting no time in making sure that each second of these seven minutes is not wasted. You freeze at the contact, arms stilling at your sides in shock. Misa kisses you just as soft and sweet as her personality would suggest, but before you can relish in the situation for too long, she pulls away. You blink at her, slightly dazed from the force at which she clung herself onto you.
"You're doing it all wrong," she huffs, pouting slightly before you can even get a word in.
"What?"
"You're kissing all wrong! You're as stiff as a board, and your hands are at your sides!"
"Wha-well then what should I be doing?" you sputter, clearly confused by her outburst, and still not yet recovered from that first kiss. Misa groans and tilts her head back before she lets out a deep sigh.
"Here." She takes your hands in hers and guides them over to the slight dip in her waist. "You're supposed to keep your hands here," she instructs sharply. "And stop being so stiff! Move your mouth, your hands. Be human." You nod.
"Human, yeah. Got it," you mutter out, still a bit dazed from earlier. You swallow down the dryness in your throat as you gently trace your hands up and down Misa's waist.
"Now, try it again," she sighs, clearly exasperated with the fact that she seemingly had to teach you how to kiss properly. Her lips are on yours before you get the chance to say anything else. You do as she instructed, moving your mouth against hers like some form of ballroom dance. You gently trail your hands along her waist, down to her sides, and back up again, mindlessly running your hands where they please as you kiss. Misa sighs, this time with content, before she pulls away again. "Better." She grins before pulling you back into another kiss.
♱ Touta Matsuda ♱
Matsuda is visibly nervous. His hands are shaking so violently you think that they'll tear off at the wrist.
"Man, I shouldn't have agreed to play," he mumbles underneath his breath. He hasn't looked up at you once since the doors closed on you two, but you can't really blame him.
"Hey, it's alright." You place a reassuring hand on his arm. "We don't have to do anything in here if you don't want to."
"No, but I-" he cuts himself off. "Sorry! Forget I said anything!" He waves his hands around in that usual, flustered fashion of his.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I-" Matsuda takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I do want to kiss you," he says. "I mean, really want to kiss you. You're-so nice, and good looking, and pretty, and I-"
You cut him off this time, finally bringing your lips to his. He gasps for a moment, eyes flying wide open with shock before he quickly melts against your lips. He instinctively brings his hands to your hips, resting them there comfortably as if this is the most natural thing to him. And, as you continue to kiss him and he continues to meet the movement of your lips, you can't help but think so too.
♱ Teru Mikami ♱
"May I?" he asks, already reaching out one hand towards your face, hovering just above the skin of your cheek. You nod, your body already thrumming with anticipation. "I need verbal confirmation if we are to continue." You smile for a moment before nodding again.
"Yes, Teru. You may kiss me." It's like a switch flips in his brain, and you can see it in the way he both relaxes and tenses all at once. He lets out a shaky breath and takes a step closer to you.
"Oh. Thank you." He shudders as he finally cups one side of your face in his hand. "Thank you," he mutters again. "You're so soft." He seems almost infatuated with you as he reverently rubs his thumb against the skin of your cheek. "I don't deserve to be here, to kiss you," he mumbles. Despite this, he leans in, his lips barely brushing yours. "Forgive me," he says breathlessly before kissing you slow and soft.
Teru moves his mouth against yours slowly, making sure to take his time with you. He kisses you like he's at an altar, or a temple. He treats every inch of you as holy as one hand cups your face, and the other gently holds onto your hip. He doesn't change the pace, doesn't try to speed up or get rougher with you as time passes and the kiss goes on. He's content with this, with you. You can feel it in the shaky breaths he intakes from his nose, and the slight tremors throughout his body that he's been trying to contain as he focuses more on kissing you. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if Teru didn't hear anyone opening the door to tell you two that seven minutes are up.
♱ Mello ♱
"I always thought this game was stupid," Mello scoffs. He doesn't try to breach your established side of the closet. He presses his back to his side, keeping his distance.
"Why is that?" you ask, taking a step forward towards him. He shoots you a look, but not one that holds any aggression in it. Just slight irritation.
"It's idiotic, that's why," he huffs. You can see his shoulders tense just slightly. "It's so illogical that there's no reasonable explanation for its continued existence," he scoffs. "Who wants to be locked up in a cramped space with someone for seven minutes under the guise that you either kiss or have sex?"
"You're such a pessimist," you muse, chuckling slightly. "You're getting so worked up over it too. It's just a game, Mello. It's supposed to be fun, there's nothing serious about it."
"I still think it's stupid."
"We'll see how long that lasts." You grin and take another step forward, finally stepping into his established side of the closet.
You're closer now. Much closer than you were just a second ago. You're not sure if the pounding in your ears is coming from your own pulse or Mello's, but you honestly can't find it in you to care. Even in the dim light of the closet, you can see Mello's cheeks dusting pink. You smirk at him, tilting your head to one side before opening your mouth to make a smart remark, but Mello is quicker. So much quicker.
He shoves you back against your side of the closet, your back hitting the wall as Mello hovers over you, completely caging you in. Your breath hitches in your throat before he smashes his lips against yours. It's hard and rough, all clumsy teeth and tongue. You're not sure if the wetness in your mouth is from blood, saliva, or Mello's tongue, but God you couldn't care less at this point. He's so rough it hurts to breathe as his hands grip your hips in a bruising hold, as if he's simultaneously trying to ground himself in this moment, and keep you remembering this moment for as long as those bruises stain your hips.
He finally pulls way, his face flushed and lips swollen with your shared kiss. You can hardly catch your breath as you pant heavily into the heated air of the closet. You swallow down the dryness in your throat before speaking.
"I thought you said this game was stupid," you tease, panting hard and grinning against his lips.
"Shut up," he snarls. You don't tease him any further. You can't, really. Especially not when he surges forward and claims your lips in another rough kiss.
♱ Matt ♱
Matt's fingers twitch at his sides, itching for something to keep his hands occupied. A cigarette, a console, a lighter, anything. But, in this small closet, there's nothing there. Nothing except you, that is.
"Damn," he mutters to himself. You eye him oddly from your side of the closet. "I, uh, kinda need something to do with my hands right now. Didn't bring my lighter or my Gameboy with me," he elaborates.
"Ah, I see." You continue watching as his hands twitch. He occasionally flicks his thumb against the bottom of his forefinger, mimicking the sound of a lighter flicking. You sigh before taking a step closer to him, deciding to finally put the poor man out of his misery. "Here." You grab his hands and guide them to your hips. You feel Matt's gloved hands twitch as he stares at you, blinking slightly behind his goggles.
"Jesus. You're feeling ballsy today," he mumbles, barely holding back the grin on his lips. Matt finally tightens his hold on your hips, if only a little. He feels more secure now that his hands are occupied, albeit, on your hips whilst the two of you are pressed incredibly close together in this small closet.
"Yeah?" You tilt your head to the side as you look up at him. "Are you feeling ballsy today, Matt?" You grin. His face shifts, now matching yours with an even more mischievous grin.
"Maybe," he hums before leaning down, his lips now just inches away from yours. "Maybe even more so."
You shudder at the newfound proximity before he finally presses his lips to yours. It's slow, but so deep and downright filthy. Matt wastes no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, moving his lips against yours in the slowest, most erotic way possible. You wonder how he got this good with his mouth until he kisses you deeper and you can taste the faint, lingering taste smoke.
♱ Near ♱
"I don't understand," Near says, staring at you blankly.
"We explained the rules to you already, Near," you huff, chuckling slightly.
"I understand the rules of the game and how it operates," he corrects. "I just don't understand what the purpose of the game is."
"It's fun." You shrug. He continues to stare at you. The slightest flicker of confusion flashes on his face.
"Fun?" he repeats slowly, as if the word is foreign on his tongue.
"Yes," you reply, nodding simply.
"Stacking dice is fun. Playing with my cars and robots is fun. I fail to see how this supposedly meets that same level of enrichment." His words cause you to sigh deeply.
"You're thinking too much about this. Here, let me just-" You slowly and gently cup Near's face in your hands. He tenses just a bit, but says nothing. His gaze never leaves your face.
You carefully bring his lips to yours as you gently brush his cheeks with your thumbs. Near is still so tense, he won't let up. You hum against his lips and tilt your head, changing the angle slightly and continuing to kiss him softly. It's only then that you can feel him slowly begin to melt against your lips. Near's hands stay still at his sides, simply letting you take the lead and not intervening too much, if at all. Once you pull away, he simply stares at you again. This time, however, you can't help but notice the slight shade of pink that dusts his cheeks.
"So?" You grin, tilting your head to the side.
"That was not fun," he replies. Your smile falls a little at that before he speaks up again. "But, it was very pleasant. I would not mind doing it again." Your smile returns as quickly as it left, and your lips are on Near's even quicker.
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
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consumed by primal hysteria, he drags his stone-cold fingers torturously along 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. L grips either sides of your thighs with an inherent yet authoritative drive, as if confirming that he belongs there.
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 power over 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.”
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A/N: I wanna improve my spicy game, so now you get bombarded with suggestive stuff and nsfw. I'm sorry. If you don't wanna read it you can block my tag: #wammyspice
WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | NSFW | Suggestive | Wammy guys are mid to late twenties
L:
Lots of heavy breathing and muffled moans on your neck
The sounds become needier as he is about to come
Asks if you're okay, if you're feeling good, etc.
Mello:
Groans and raspy sounds
He purrs them right into your ear or against your pulse line
Sexy af
Dirty talks a lot
Loves praise-degradation
Matt:
Shameless moaning
He is enjoying himself and it shows
Lots of praises from his pretty mouth
Beyond Birthday:
This man has two settings: completely quiet except for groaning and occasional growls when it feels too good
And actively degrading, mocking, lowkey even laughing at how pathetic he's making you act.
Either way, his voice trembles. Can't hide how affected he is too
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿ 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.
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.
You need to include content warning and tags before every fic you post. Even if it’s the most boring vanilla fluffy piece, DO IT. Some people have gotten too comfortable not tagging their fics, and then don’t know what to do when they get in trouble for it.
And obviously if you ARE writing nsfw or any sort of dark topic, need I state the obvious?
Don’t give these fandom police a reason to complain about us. Your best defense is TAGS and WARNINGS before the fic. Why? Because then it’s THEIR problem if they chose to ignore the tags and read it anyways while knowing there are things they won’t like. The blame is off you and they can’t use it as a reason to bash fetish/kink, dark and dead dove writers.
I’m saying this for your own good. This is to protect yourselves. Do your due diligence.
