Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!

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.

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I'm just a very random anon who randomly wanted to write this. I hope it's what you wanted, even though I forgot the whipped cream.

L had been expecting another lonely night sitting in front of all the screens, computers humming quietly, herself quickly reading some papers to find a certain piece of information. She had not been expecting a visitor. That was understandable, since the place was excellently guarded.

Anyhow, she was now looking at the young girl standing in front of her. Her golden hair seemed to gleam in the dim light of the lamps. She had well developed breasts for a girl of her age. They were smooth and looked soft as if they were two round pieces of cloud. When she walked, they bounced a little. The little tremors travelled from the core to the surface, and the skin briefly pressed against her tight leather vest.

Mello was now standing right in front of L. L lift her thumb to her lips and slowly nipped the tip with her teeth.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Mello smirked. For a moment her face seemed to be uncertain of what kind of an expression it should show. Then she was back to herself, exactly the way L remembered her to have been years ago.

“I came to see you,” Mello said.

L was still crouching in her chair motionless. She looked at Mello’s face. The narrow eyes narrowed even more as time passed by and nothing happened. Just as Mello’s body jerked with an intention to move, L spoke.

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason other than wanting to meet my hero?” Mello asked.

She laughed. She sat down on a chair next to L’s. L was still staring where Mello had been standing before.

“Why would you go through all that trouble?” L asked. “No one else brakes in just to see me.”

Mello gently turned L’s chair around and their eyes connected once again.

“I have a very good reason,” Mello said.

L waited for her to continue, but she stayed silent.

L took a moment to really look at her. Mello was wearing leather pants, vest and gloves. Her breasts were pressing firmly against her clothing and L could not help wondering what her butt would look like. Mello was wearing a cross on her neck, the chain sliding past her breasts.

“What is the reason?” L asked, her eyes still trailing the chain.