Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!
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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
How it works:
* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
Later
Nearly a week overdue and Near is insatiable in everything she does. She’s starving constantly, exhausted constantly, bored constantly and Mello is pretty sure he’ll be walking with a limp if her sexual appetites don’t let up soon. But he can’t deny her anything and tonight, like this morning and the night before and the afternoon before that, Mello finds himself in bed with Near.
She’s on her side with him behind her, her top leg lifted so her knee nearly touches her shoulder. Mello rocks his hips against her, driving himself in and out of her tight body. His arm is slung over slightly widened hips, dipping below her swollen belly to toy with her seemingly constantly swollen clitoris.
Her moans are as sweet as ever and Mello feels proud to see that pink flush start on the pale skin of her breasts and spread up her neck to her face. She’s close. This is the only time he sees her come undone. He wants to hold it over her, wants to remind her that only he makes her feel this way, but somehow he never can.
“Mmm,” She clenches tightly around him, one hand flying back to grip a fist full of his hair. She grinds back against him harshly, her breath coming in sharp little pants. When she comes, she cries out his name, torn between arching into his fingers or pushing back to get more of his cock buried inside her.
He’s gentle in his thrusts now even though he desperately wants to come. She’s sensitive after her orgasms and he doesn’t want to hurt her. But Near continues to buck and moan and he follows her over the edge soon enough. Mello expects that she’ll move away, grimacing, and waddle to take a shower. It catches him completely by surprise when she rolls on top of him.
It is hardly an arousing sight. Near has never been graceful and over forty weeks pregnant, she looks almost like an albino turtle trying to right itself. But when she’s straddled him and starts riding him, all the critiques fly out of his mind. He supports her spread hips carefully, lending support. He’s softening inside her but she continues with quick snaps of her hips. Her lower lip is being worried between her teeth and there’s a tiny frown crinkling her forehead between her eyes.
Near’s exclamation startles him more than the sudden rush of hot fluid. Near is trying to climb off him and the rush of liquid spills over his cock and lower stomach, almost scalding to his skin. It drips down his ass and onto the bed. It takes a moment for him to realize it’s coming from Near and that it isn’t blood. It’s clear and it smells terrible and he is staring at her and at it in horror because he doesn’t know how else to react.
Near is blushing for quite a different reason now. She squirms off him and he belatedly extends a hand to help her. “I suppose that back ache earlier was the onset of labor and this is the breaking of my water,” She says, one hand rubbing across the grossly swollen mound of her stomach.
Mello still stares. He’d heard sex could induce labor but this was ridiculous. “I suggest Mello take a shower and make the appropriate phone calls. The average length of a first labor is usually twelve to eighteen hours, so he does not need to rush.” Near’s voice is calm and collected. Mello has no idea how she can be so calm when she’s…oh hell…she’s going to have a baby.
But he obeys her, for once. He grabs a towel and something to change into, hesitating only once when Near grimaces and grips the doorframe. “Contraction,” She reassures him with a creepy smile. “We have time.”
Mello showers in less than five minutes.
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It is, Mello decides, the longest four hours of his life. The private hospital seems almost empty, but it’s nearing three in the morning. He called Matt and dozed on the sofa after being banished to the waiting area upon revelation that he wasn’t the father of Near’s baby. That admission had hurt more than it should have, probably.
He stares at the photographs on the wall. Babies wrapped in pink and blue blankets are lined up in a window. He smiles a bit; Near is going to hate that. She’d forbidden anyone from buying pink or blue baby clothes and indeed, refused to tell anyone the sex of her child to discourage buying such gendered items.
“Are you here with Nathalie Riverton?” A nurse asks. She doesn’t look happy when Mello nods. “She’s asking for you.”
He follows her through the swinging doors to labor and delivery. He expects that it’s over and Near is fine and the baby is fine. But instead Near is on the bed, legs spread, still pregnant and yanking her arm away from a nurse who seems to be trying to put in an IV. They’ve discussed Near’s aversion to medication, her need to control this birth. Mello read that it was common in rape victims and promptly pushed that thought aside. But seeing Near like this, his protective urge streaks and he elbows the woman away. “She said no.”
Near looks at him with grateful gray eyes, then nearly breaks the bones in his hand when her next contraction comes.
It’s Mello holding her hands and soothing her when the baby slides into the doctor’s waiting hands. He watches them place the bloody newborn on Near’s chest, watches her watch the baby like it is her newest toy. “Seven hours and fifty two minutes,” She tells him with a smirk. “Well below the labor time of the average woman.”
Mello rolls his eyes. Leave it to her to turn even this into a conversation. He can only assure Near that nothing about her has ever been average.
Forget four hours. Mello decides this is the longest six weeks of his life. Near’s apartment has been a place of chaos for the past three. The nanny Near picked out had taken a job in another country. Mello had to interview replacements and resist the urge to put a hit out on the woman. Once she was replaced, Mello had been entirely too relieved. Oleander had been a good baby, but that hadn’t stopped the need for diaper changes and feedings and simply holding the child. Mello felt like the only time he saw Near was when he deposited her baby into her arms for her to nurse.
It’s probably a good thing that Matt has given him something to work on. He goes to work. Matt visits with Near and Oleander. Matt is surprisingly good with the baby after Near threatens him if he smokes around either of them.
It almost becomes like it was when Near first moved in. Mello rarely sees her, rarely speaks with her, and when he does he reminds himself that it will take Near six weeks to heal from delivering Oleander. He can’t touch her until then.
Not that he would want to. She looks exhausted and there are dark smudges under her eyes. When Mello watches Near perch on a chair, reading Oleander a book on philosophy, he’s struck by how much she looks like L.
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Near is the one who breaks first. Having just wrapped her child in a yellow blanket, she places the baby down for a nap and gestures for Mello to follow her to the bedroom. It’s only been four weeks; Oleander’s one month birthday was celebrated four days ago. “You’re going to put me back in my cell, aren’t you?” Near asks softly.
Mello chokes because he’d considered it, but dismissed it after two seconds. Near will always be a threat to him. He will never control her. At the same time he knows how much she fears that cell and imprisonment. “No,” He reassures. “I would never.”
Near shakes her head, soft white hair falling into her eyes. “Do not say ‘never’, Mello. Any number of situations could arise in which you would have to cage me again.” But Mello thinks he sees a tiny smile on her lips. “But you are not going to send me back?”
He wraps his arms around her hesitantly. She smells like linen and baby powder and is as soft in his arms as he remembers. She stands very still but, finally, leans against him with her small arms around his waist. “You’ll stay here. Everything will be like it was,” He tells her and pretends it’s an order.
Near nods her head against his shoulder. “Then you will stop avoiding me.” Mello wonders when she gained the upper hand in this arena as well. “Mello realizes that six weeks is only the date until my check up,” She adds mischievously. “It is important that I attempt to have intercourse before that time so that I may inform the doctor if it is uncomfortable.”
It doesn’t take much more coaxing. After a thorough examination to make sure that she’s fully healed, Mello is eager to take advantage.
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He doesn’t know when this domestic bliss happened. Mello comes to visit Near to find her in the kitchen cooking. She’s back to the weight she was before Oleander, though she still favors her white sundresses. “Five minutes,” She tells him before he can ask about dinner. “Oleander is on the rug.”
Mello drops down in the living room to see the baby. Oleander is already rolling over, smiling, cooing…and all together being more redeemable than a newborn. There are toys everywhere, most of which the baby is too young to play with. Mello wonders if he’ll be breaking up fights over the kitchen play set or the Lego city at a later date.
He lifts the baby and can’t help but smile as the tiny body wiggles in excitement. Oleander likes him and Mello feels like it’s the best recommendation in the world. Oleander is, predictably, in a white onesie. This one has a picture of a puppy on it. “When are you going to get this kid some real clothes?” He teases Near.
Near glares at him. “That is sufficient covering and I am told is rather cute.”
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Near rounds the corner to pluck the child from his arms. “My daughter does not need frilly pink dresses in order for people to know that she is a girl. Dinner is ready. Please, go eat.”
He kisses her cheek on impulse. She watches him eat while she nurses Oleander, then hands the baby off to him to burp and clean up while she finishes her own meal. There’s a certain sway to her hips, Mello thinks as she washes dishes. The wink only confirms it. He still is of some use to Near.
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“Harder,” Near urges through clenched teeth. Her legs are around his waist and her back is to the wall. Her nails have dug bloody crescents into the skin of his shoulders.
Mello slams into her again, leaning forward to muffle her moan with his mouth. Her tongue pushes inside, scrapes against his teeth, tries to pin his tongue against his cheek. She squirms and bounces, gasping when he hikes her up high enough to take a pale nipple into his mouth. He can only tease, apologizing for it with a slow roll of his hips.
“Nnnn…” She’s using him for leverage now, punishing him by clenching tight around his dick. He thrusts harder, feeling heat coil low in his stomach. She’s wet around him, amazingly tight, and he’s forgotten his fear of hurting her.
“Come on,” He whispers, not wanting to leave her on the edge. Her hand slides down between them and he feels her rubbing herself with the heel of her hand. Near is whimpering and he thinks it might be the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. “Mello!” She cries out his name as she comes and Mello relents. That has to be the best thing.
He pumps into her a few more times before he comes, blinded by pleasure for a moment and sure that it’s her name on his lips. They barely make it to the bed before collapsing, giddy and elated. Near curls awkwardly at his side while he sprawls bonelessly and dreads having to get up. “Mello, I,” Near begins but stops when a cry comes from the neighboring room. Near sighs. “She’s hungry again.”
Mello watches her shrug on a robe and head into the nursery. Whatever she has to say, he knows there will be time for it later.
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My favourite thing that you picked up on was the gender theory! I don't know how deliberate it was in this fic, but it meant a lot to me... Near actually quotes a passage from Dworkin's Pornography in the first fic, so having Near raise her daughter with gender-neutral clothing and toys was an absolutely perfect fit. I don't know if you knew that was what I was going for or if you just guessed it, but it really made this story for me :D
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