#death note requests

[morbiderotica]

could you do reader having a threesome with matt and mello (established relationship) please? 😳

─ ★ bend me over! … fem!reader

"Look at you." Mello cooed from behind you, his cock rutting deep into your cunt. "What a little slut." Matt chimed in with his head thrown back in pleasure. You gagged as Matt's cock hit the back of your throat.

"You like that? You like sucking Matt's cock while I take you from behind?" Mello's fingertips indented your skin, his teeth gritted together, basking in the pleasure. Your moans and whines were muffled and tears were forming in your eyes.

Matt whimpered as he got closer to orgasm. "Fuckk." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Sucking me off so good." He praised, his hand tugging on your hair harshly. Your body felt weak and your arms trembled and struggled to keep you up, your hand grasping Matt's thigh for support.

Mello's pace was slow but rough, pulling all the way out and brutally pounding back into your throbbing cunt. Your clitoris ached from lack of attention, your cunt clenching repeatedly trying to stimulate your clit. Mello soon got the hint, wrapping his arm around your body and letting his fingers work your clit.

"So fucking needy." Mello groaned as you clenched around him again. "Fuck, cumming." Matt whined as his orgasm approached, his hand in your hair pulling your hair as he came. His cum coating your mouth.

"Swallow." Mello commanded knowing Matt was too fucked out to say anything right now. You complied with Mello's demand, swallowing Matt's load. "Good girl." He kissed your shoulder as you regained your breath, being able to breathe better now that Matt's cock wasn't fucking your throat.

Matt lazily pets your hair as if to apologize for tugging on it so hard earlier. Mello's grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became sloppy. He groaned as he came into the condom, your cunt milking his cock.

He continued to fuck you, helping you reach your own climax. Quiet whines and moans filled the room as Mello overstimulated himself. You bit your lip as you felt the familiar knot form. "Please, Mello!" You moaned, your throat still sore from the earlier events.

Matt slid himself under you, moving Mello's hand away from your clit and replacing it with his tongue. "Oh my god!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum. Your arms and legs shaking, and your body ready to collapse.

Mello fucked you through your orgasm, pulling out when he thought you've had enough. Matt still laid under you, his tongue still messing with your clit, thoroughly enjoying the way you squirmed from the overstimulation.

"Do you think I can make her cum again?" He asked Mello with a laugh. The vibrations of his laughter make your cunt wet again. Mello brings his fingers down to your cunt, checking how wet you already were. "She's fucking soaking." He laughed as he mocked you.

Matt brought his tongue to your entrance, checking Mello's hypothesis. He smirked when he felt how wet you were. Matt leaned all the way back on the bed, pulling you by your thighs onto his face. You bit your lip as he began fucking his tongue into you.

Mello moved in front of you, sitting you up instead of your position on all fours. "You alright?" He wiped some of Matt's cum off your face with his thumb, sucking it off his finger after. You nodded as you moaned with your mouth agape.

Mello straddled Matt's hips and grabbed his half-hard cock, rubbing both of their cocks together. Matt whimpered at the contact. You could feel your second orgasm approaching. You watched intently as your boyfriends chased their second orgasms.

"Oh fuck, Matt." Mello groaned, Matt's face still buried in your cunt. "Fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You gasped out, grinding yourself on Matt's face eager for your orgasm. Matt whined, the pleasure of you on his face and Mello on his cock was too much for him. You and Matt came at the same time, letting out moans as you did so.

"Both of you are such sluts." Mello degraded with a groan. You moved off Matt's face, sitting next to him as you watched Mello continue to rub their cocks together. "Mello, fuck, fuck, fuck." He draped an arm over his eyes as Mello overstimulated him.

It wasn't long until Mello was cumming onto Matt's stomach. "Holy fuck." Mello's breath was heavy, his hands rubbing soothing patterns on Matt's waist. "You okay, pretty boy?" Matt nodded already drifting off to sleep.

[rem-goku]

hello!!!

i’m taking writing requests, they can be ships, situations, based off of quotes, whatever really!!

Fandoms: Death Note and Demon Slayer: KNY

I will do most things but! I will not do:

- underage shipping

- s*lf h*rm and ab*se

- anything relating to light yagami. fuck light!!!!

I /will/ do:

- nsfw

- x reader

- violence and stuff (i.e. battles)

- angst :-(

[morbiderotica]

Hello, write more about Mello pleaseeeee

─ ★ sleepyhead … gn!reader

Your mornings in Mello's apartment were something that you treasured. The sunrise was accompanied by birds chirping. It would be at least an hour before Mello woke up. His blond hair sprawled on his face and bed. The hair tie he had put in his hair before bed lost under the tangled sheets. 

It was peaceful, watching him breathe slowly and calmly, his face flush against the pillow. Loose, soft fabric replaced his normal tight leathery clothing. Light snores left his mouth as he shifted around the bed. Mello wasn't a calm person, so to see him so vulnerable and quiet was encaptivating.

To keep him from waking up entirely, you avoided moving too much. Shuffling closer to him softly. His arm slung over your waist sloppily. "Go to sleep." He mumbled, half asleep. He was a light sleeper. Whether it stemmed from his days at Wammy's or his dangerous occupation, you didn't know.

You stayed silent, letting him nuzzle his face into your neck with his arm tightening around your waist. He drifted back into a dream state, his light snoring continuing. Your hand found itself in his hair, combing through it with ease.

Your finger ran over his scar gently, tickling his face a little. Although it was a permanent reminder for him, you loved it just as much as the rest of him. "He's so pretty." You couldn't help but think, not daring to say it aloud, afraid he might hear it.

[morbiderotica]

Can I request Mello x reader where he is upset or something like that and the reader tries to calm him down? Akjdjs. Thank you

─ ★ angry footsteps … gn!reader

It was late, and you were worried. Mello hadn't come home yet. It wasn't unusual for him to stay out late without a call or text, but this time felt different. Your suspicions were confirmed when the door to your shared apartment slammed open and closed.

Keys clattered on the counter and angry footsteps trudged on the hardwood floors. Your footsteps were light compared to his, making it hard for him to hear you coming. He was surprised to see you still awake, standing in the hallway.

Your pajamas were on, only consisting of one of his t-shirts that he hasn't touched in god knows how long. Just the sight of you, leaning against the door frame in the hallway with his shirt on that he knows you love was almost enough for him to snap and take his anger out on you, but luckily, he didn't.

"It's late, Mello." Your voice was stern but traces of worry could be picked out. "I know, go to sleep." It was clear he was trying to avoid the 'what's wrong' conversation when he walked into the kitchen, footsteps still loud on the floor.

He opened the practically empty fridge. "There's no food in there. I have to go to the store tomorrow." You spoke deadpan. Mello was supposed to go three days ago. He didn't say anything as he grabbed a beer bottle and closed the sad excuse of a fridge.

"Mello." He was starting to annoy you. "Y/N." He repeated, almost in a mocking tone. "Where were you?" He sat on the couch, letting his head lean back with a sigh. "I was out." Same bullshit excuse? Check. "What's wrong?" He rolled his eyes this time. "Nothing." Same lie to avoid confrontation? Check.

You sighed and sat next to him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder. You could feel his muscles tense and then relax. "Are you tired?" He asked. "No." You were lying. He knew it but decided not to question you about it. Your fingers reached up to mess with the rosary he always wore.

"I'm cold, though." It wasn't cold out, but you were freezing. Your lack of clothing and the cool planks of the hardwood floor was to blame. Mello didn't move or say anything for a moment. His face entangled into a face of suspicion. "Is this a trick?" He was smart, sometimes too smart for his own good.

"No, I'm cold." You put your hand on his cheeks, letting your cold fingertips graze against his warm cheek. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from his face, letting it fall into his lap. You were both silent with minimal movements. Your body somehow moving closer to Mello's ever so slowly.

"If you're that cold, put some goddamn clothes on." It's not that he minded that you liked to be near him, or lay atop him after long days, but tonight, there was just something so aggravating about you. "Mhm." You mumbled half asleep on his shoulder. He sighed and nudged you off, completely waking you up in the process.

"That was mean." You rubbed your eyes and Mello rolled his. "Go to sleep in your bed. It's there for a reason." You ignored his words that held an infuriated tone, climbing back on top of him, straddling him this time. "Y/N." You could hear the evergrowing anger in his voice, warning you.

"Shhh." You whispered and he was about to protest but you planted your hand in his spaghetti blond hair. He let out a sigh of contentment. "Come on, tell me what's wrong." You spoke into his jaw, your hand twirling chunks of his hair. "Near's an asshole."

It wasn't much, but to him it was. It was hard for him to have any sort of comfort when he was at Whammy's, often punished for his feelings. So, when you sit with him and beg him to tell you why he's acting like a madman, it's sort of.. interesting for him to say the least.

He loved it when you trodded your fingers through his hair. Letting him reminisce of his unspeakable childhood. You didn't know how to respond, and Mello wasn't expecting you to. He was just glad you were listening. "It's like, he's always 20 steps ahead of me. It's bullshit! I'm just as smart as he is."

"You're smarter." You'd never met Near, only heard about him through stories, so you couldn't say for sure, but you believed with your whole heart, Mello was smarter. Maybe you were biased but who cares? Mello certainly didn't as he smiled at your peace, letting his body relax.

"Thanks." It sounded insincere when he thanked you, but the way he finally leaned into your touch and let his eyes close showed you he really meant it and was grateful you said it. Your head rested in his neck, with your breath fanning it slightly. "You're smarter." Mello repeated in his head as he fell asleep with you in his arms on the couch.

[morbiderotica]

hey could please i request a scenario where reader x matt x mello break into an abandoned house while being high out of their minds and then experience weird shit there

─ ★ breaking and entering … gn!reader

The mostly empty, cobwebbed filled room echoed with laughter. "You cannot tell me that wasn't you walking into the chair, Mello." Matt laughed. "It wasn't me!" Mello responded, his voice filled with fear. "There's a ghost!" You and Matt laughed even harder at the horrified expression on Mello's face.

"Dude, ghosts don't exist." Matt said, still laughing. "I'm telling you, I didn't make that noise!" Mello was scared shitless, and the drugs that were in his system were not helping. "Come on, you big idiot."

You grabbed Mello's arm and led him to a different room in the abandoned house, hoping to calm him down. "I believe you, Mello." You said in a semi-soothing voice, trying not to laugh. "Let's just relax for a bit." Mello was still persistent, "I swear I didn't make that noise."

"Sure, I believe you." You said although you were not entirely convinced. You were enjoying the moment too much to let it go. "See, Matthew! Y/N believes me!" Mello tried to brag to Matt who was following closely behind. "This is the last time I ever give you weed." Matt sighed, but you just laughed along with Mello.

As you walked through the abandoned house, you couldn't help but wonder what else was in store. You, Mello, and Matt had always been curious about the abandoned house just outside of town. It was rumored to be haunted, and every teenager in the area had a story to tell about the strange occurrences that had taken place there.

You thought it was bullshit. The stories that came from them were exaggerated, they had to be. So, that's why, when Matt suggested exploring it after smoking weed, you agreed. Mello was on the fence, the weed making him anxiety filled and on edge, but you were thankful you were able to convince him. Especially, now that you had such a funny memory.

[morbiderotica]

could i please request near x trans male reader (if you don’t write trans its okay, just male reader is good) and they want to have sex and its Near’s first time but reader is slightly more experienced and shows him how to do it and takes care of him. thank you and i love your writing by the way

─ ★ pretty baby … ftm!reader ... DISCLAIMER! im not trans im genderfluid so im sorry if this is inaccurate! near has top surgery, neither have bottom surgery. afab genitals mentioned.

Near's breathing was heavy. You could tell he was nervous as you straddled him. Seeing him in such a state was enthralling, especially knowing you were to blame. The way his hair fell just above his eyes, and his, usually pristine, white shirt all wrinkled and half unbuttoned.

"Are you okay, baby?" It was a teasing remark and he knew that. He couldn't help the sharp breath he inhaled at the pet name. Your hands rested on his chest, just above his scars. "I'm... I'm fine." His voice was breathy.

He shifted underneath you, not in uncomfortableness, but in need. The sight of you on top of him was becoming too much to bear. His hands came up to your shirt, silently lifting it over your head and revealing your binder.

Near's fingers traced the hem of the tight piece of fabric. His eyes were blown with lust as he did so. His dark brownish grayish eyes turned black and doe like. "I would like this off." He tugged at the binder with bated breath.

You nodded, letting him take it off slowly and gently. The piece of fabric was discarded onto the floor, and thrown into the evergrowing pile. Near's hands delicately trailed over your torso. His touch was so light, it almost tickled. His eyes hovered over your body, soaking in every part of you.

Near didn't know what to do next, just laying there, staring at you. You took it upon yourself to move your hands down to his shirt, unbuttoning the first button. "Is this okay?" You asked before continuing to undress him. He nodded quietly, too enamored by you to form words at this moment.

You continued unbuttoning the shirt, letting your hands hover just a little too long. "You're doing that on purpose." You'd be a fool to think he would notice the games you were playing. "Am I?" You unbuttoned the last button, letting the shirt open to reveal Near's milky skin.

Your hands traveled over his skin, stopping above his scars once again. "Yes. You are." His voice was low, perhaps trying to conceal a sound of pleasure. "I suppose I am." Your hands brush against his sensitive nipples. He closes his eyes and lets out a breathy moan.

"I.. I need you, Y/N." His eyes looked up at you, filled with desperation. You knew he was clueless about what to do next. The extent of his touching himself didn't go past mere experiments and he sure as hell didn't know how to touch you.

"You have me." Your games were torturous to him and you can tell by the look on his face he was unamused, which only made you more amused. You guided his hands to your hips. His fingertips played with the waistband on your pants. "Off?" You whispered and he nodded. You quickly took the pants off and returned to your spot on his lap.

You were fully naked. Near had seen you with little clothing before, but that didn't compare to what you looked like right now. His hands returned to your hips, aching for contact.

You took off one of his hands that rested on your hips and placed it on your cunt. He gasped at your boldness. His fingers played around gently, trying to give you pleasure. "There you go." You moaned when he harshly pressed on your clit.

"Does that feel alright?" His voice was raspy, something that it wasn't usually. "Yes." You moaned again when he repeated his action. Near was inexperienced, but he was a quick learner.

You fucked yourself against his hand. He watched you intently, making sure you were enjoying yourself. "Pretty boy," Near mumbled. You felt your face heat up and fall through your entire body. His hand which had previously rested on your hip, trailed down to your thigh, smoothing the bandaid that lay on your skin, reminding him he had to take his testosterone too.

Near slid his finger through your slit, stopping at your entrance. "Can I?" You nodded eagerly and Near complied, sliding his finger into your hole. You bit your lip as Near fingered you.

"You know," You gasped when Near curled his fingers. "For someone who is supposedly inexperienced, you're doing really well." Near smiled, almost cockily.

Then he inserted another finger, pumping two fingers at a slow but pleasing pace. "Near, please, more." You requested, and he complied, pumping in and out of you faster than before. His free hands rub circles on your thigh. "Does that feel good, Y/N?" You nodded through moans inexplicably.

"You're doing so well." You absentmindedly praised, close to your orgasm. You bent down, your mouth attaching to Near's neck, leaving dark marks in contrast to his pale skin. His fingers still working you wonderfully.

You let your breathy moans float around in the air. Your eyelids half open. "Near.." You whined, fucking yourself harshly against his hand. "Fuck, right there, please!" Near stayed silent, though he was enchanted by your state.

You hid your face in his neck as you came on his fingers. "Fuck.." You took a second to catch your breath as Near pulled his fingers out. You sat back up, once again resting your hands on his chest. "That was good, really good. Thank you." Your speech was slightly slurred.

"Can I return the favor?" You pawed at the waistband of his white pants. He nods slowly, eager to see what you have in store for him. You pulled his pants down, opening his legs slightly.

"Is it alright if I touch you?" You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible, with consent for everything you did. "Yes, it is alright. In fact, I would prefer it." His chest was rising and falling heavily. His eyelashes flicked perfectly as he blinked.

One hand rises to his stomach, pushing lightly, while the other went to his cunt, rubbing it gently. He let out a soft moan, obviously trying to conceal the fact that he even made a noise. You lowered your mouth towards his hole.

"Can I?" Your breath fell onto his cunt, making even more heat pool around. "Yes." He bit his lip in anticipation. You licked a long strip down, landing at his entrance. Your tongue lapped at him, making him moan quietly.

"You are very good at that." He praises and sets a hand on your head. You smile and continue your endeavors. Sucking his clit harshly, your hand still roaming around his stomach. Your lips were starting to swell a little.

You moan when Near gently pulls your hair. "Do you like that?" He asked, seemingly trying to find your favorite pleasure spots. "Mhm." You mumbled into his crotch, your voice serving as a vibrator for a second. He pulled on your hair again hoping to achieve the same results as before, and he did.

You moaned quite loudly. Near was rougher this time, testing your limits. You rolled Near's clit with your teeth, making his body shake slightly. "Do that again." He demanded with his grip on your hair tight. You complied with his demand, repeating your actions.

"Fuck..!" Near rarely cursed, reserving it for when he knocked over a tower of cards he'd been working on, when he was stumped on a puzzle which wasn't very often, and especially when he was with you when your bodies were pressed together.

The room was warm, beads of sweat sticking to both of your bodies. "Y/N." He moaned before he came on your mouth. You lifted your head up and wiped your mouth with a smile. "That was excellent. Thank you, pretty boy."

i tried my best to research and to make this as accurate and comfortable as possible which is why this took so long to come out im sorry😭 i tried not to be too descriptive. ive never written trans characters so please give me feedback! my dms are open >.<

[morbiderotica]

could i please request Matt (death note) x male reader on a date night? maybe doing something very exciting or adrenaline-seeking like driving fast or climbing up somewhere high, and like typical Matt stuff like smoking n video games. thank you!

─ ★ fast car … male!reader

Jarring winds filled your ears, harsh smoke filled your lungs, and relentless butterflies filled your stomach. It was quiet, no one was on the roads at this hour. Most people were sleeping, but not you and Matt. The speed limit was more of a suggestion to Matt at this point, choosing to go at 90 mph.

The smoke from his cigarette barely had enough time to leave through the window. One of his hands was on the steering wheel nonchalantly, guiding the car. His other hand rested on the head of your seat.

"Wanna see how fast I can go?" He looked over at you for a moment, before looking back to the road. He didn't wait for an answer, already knowing what it was going to be, almost letting the pedal touch the bottom of the car. Sure, it was dangerous, either of you could die any second. One wrong move and it was over, but dying could never be worse than living boringly.

"I think you can go faster." He smiled and took your words as a challenge. The gas pedal hit the floor and the car sped up, the butterflies in your stomach growing in size. "Is this fast enough for you, babe?" There was a hint of mania in his voice, feeling high off the world.

You didn't answer at first, instead looking out the window. It was hard to make out the shapes of the trees that littered the border of the highway. Your body almost felt numb, it was peaceful. The wind pricked at your face, and your nose was surely turning red.

"I think if we went any faster, we'd start a fire." You rolled up your window, feeling the cold air of the dark night begin to make you shiver. The harsh sound against your ears muffled. Matt laughed at your remark and slowed down to the proper speed limit when he saw a car ahead.

He wasn't afraid of going to jail or getting a ticket, but he knew he'd be in more trouble with Roger than with the cops. Plus, he'd rather not get you in trouble with the cops with him.

It was silent, the wind not as strong now that the car wasn't going as fast. Matt's cigarette was smoked to the bud, but he had refused to put it out just yet, savoring it as much as he could. Matt's hand fell from its spot on the head of the seat and into your hair, playing with it gently.

"You have soft hair." It was absentminded, and he didn't think you could even really hear him, but you did, and you smiled, letting yourself lean into his touch, relishing the moment before it was inevitably over.

[morbiderotica]

wednesday (the series) requests are officially closed. i will not be accepting any wednesday reqs at this time or in the near future.

death note requests are open. characters include but are not limited to ; light, L, misa, mello, matt, and near

request rules