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... )
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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