Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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. ( 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... )
It had been raining while they were sitting in the bar. Now the ground was glisteningly wet and the grey clouds slowly sailed above them. Tom was leading her to his car. Even when he walked he looked too proud to be real.
Mello was wondering how Matt was doing. His face had seemed so terrible. She had hit him much worse before, but it had been such a long time she had already forgotten how awful it felt to see him suffer.
She bumped into Tom who had suddenly stopped. They were standing in a dark lane that appeared to be a dead end.
“What the fuck is this?” Mello asked, anger growing inside her.
“We’re here,” Tom said.
He turned around to face Mello. His face looked different, all the slick gestures were gone, his smile wasn’t so smooth anymore, it had turned into a grin. All of a sudden Mello felt afraid.
How stupid could she possibly be? Of course a guy like that wouldn’t be up to any good.
Mello tried to tell herself to calm down. She could still run away.
So she did.
She didn’t get far before his arms wrapped around her. She tried to wriggle away, tried to hit him, but he was stronger than he had looked. Mello could feel his hot breath flow over her ear. She was starting to feel sick.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? If you’re dressed up like a hooker you must want to get laid.”
He trapped her mouth with his hand to prevent her from screaming. He trapped her between a wall and himself. His free hand immediately tore open her pants. She tried to kick him, she tried to bite the hand on her mouth, she tried to do anything to get free. He opened his own pants now, exposing his already hard cock. He forced her legs open with his knee and before she had time to do anything she could feel the cock entering her.
She was dry. This obviously wasn’t one of the situations that would turn her on. Her body started to paralyze. The cock banging in to her wasn’t that big but it still hurt her. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to witness the worst moment of her life.
His breath was ragged and he uttered incoherent words into her ear. His disgusting lips trailed her neck and every now and then she felt the touch of the slick tip of his tongue.
“Bell,” he kept repeating over and over again.
That’s right. This wasn’t happening to her. This was happening to the girl called Bell. Poor Bell. She would spend the rest of her life terrified of men because of one unlucky incident in her youth.
He came soon. Spurts of his semen shot inside her and she wanted to throw up so bad.
When he let go of her she fell to the ground. She couldn’t feel her body anymore. It wasn’t Mello lying there on the cold asphalt. She didn’t exist anymore. She heard his footsteps rush away.
“My name isn’t Bell,” she said after him.
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