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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Re: Failure, part 1

[anonymous]

He smiles as she pushes him down further, and she climbs on top of his torso as he lies down on his back. "Please," he says, "Make me forget it all," and she feels a pang inside of her becuase she thinks she knows what "it all" he means, and she was just trying to do the same thing. Since they are, in a way, twin souls, the two of them as two sides to one thing. And since she's the more fighting side, she knows he often looks to her to move the mountains. Like right now, on this floor covered in satin blankets, she's fine as all hell with that. But she doesn't want to be his guardian in something she can barely protect himself from, for a million reasons she doesn't want to begin to think of, so right now she thinks of the good time she's having. "You taste like chocolate in there," he tells her, and that's one of the nicest sex comments she's ever gotten, way better than "how much for a night, bitch?" and "get down and the redhead won't get hurt" and "nice pants, they'd look better off" and "spread wider if you want to live". He's pretty sweet, she thinks, and decides she won't use the word to describe him to his face. But that's a good thing, she thinks. She'd understand he'd be mad if he heard the description, but she thinks it's good that at least one of them can be described that way, still has some innocence left in them.

"Chocolate, you say?" She says. He thinks it sounds a little forced, her eyes look like they're straining to look so happy, so he closes them so he can't see anything. "Give me a taste of it again," he whispers, "I want your sugar inside of me until it makes me scream."

She takes his arms and pins them down, putting her knee on her chest she feels like an empress she rules the world right now she is coming just thinking about what she'll say when he fucks her she forgets what it's like to be bored she wins and she knows he's winning too
She can't forget.

He takes his tongue out of her, it's wet with her come and his spit and he says, "ohh...I forget what day it is..." before he shudders and starts laying his head on her stomach.

"I want to make you forget," she says she remembers fucking everything up failing on the time having no family but a twin soul who she understands maybe but she'll never know having no real family not knowing where the hell her life is going knowing he'll be dead soon knowing she'll be dead probably even sooner without any dignity or acknowledgment most likely for both of them but mainly her oh fuck she's dying she can't forget

As she climbs him higher and higher she screams one final scream, the climax. He thinks at first, wow she must be so fucking happy right now, but then he realizes what that scream sounded like. He remembers where and who he is, what he had done that day and the day before and that he'd probably not have many days left and she won't either- she probably has less, he thinks, and she's the stronger one. This is my doing, he thinks, or not, either way he remembers it all and he just wants her wrapped around him again, taking him on a ride to another universe and protecting him and shaking him up, but now she's curled up on the ground not moving and he's crying.

Re: Failure, part 3/3

[anonymous]

She hears him crying, she always had to tell him not to do that or people would make fun of him, drying his face with her longer hair and teaching him foreign swear words and telling him about different rare chocolates that sounded like they were from hell until he would laugh again and she'd feel like she could do something right for once. But right now he's crying again, and she gets up becuase nobody else is going to. She wraps her arms around him, even though he's shaking really hard, and tells him to please stop, then gives up. She wants to protect him, becuase if she can't protect him how can she protect herself? She knows she can't really protect either of them, but she can at least keep up the image, and she's comforted by that at least.

Her face is hot and burning and she's only wearing come-stained gloves and he's not wearing anything and she may or may not notice that she's crying too, and it is like acid rain down her face and her hair is probably looking fucked up but she doesn't care, she doesn't know what she can care about anymore. She's even given up on being the strong one now, probably,and he's not saying anything to her, not even "...Mello?" And this might be a bad thing if he did, or a good thing, and she tries to convince herself she's saying "Oh God, what are we going to do" as a final comfort to him.

But she fails.

Re: Failure, AUTHOR'S NOTE

[anonymous]

I should have had one of these inside the story, but ...XP I messed up things
I hope I did this request right, I mean, I'm pretty new to writing "dirty talk".
BTW I was the one who said they wanted to write this, anon!
So I kind of took the Mello & FemMello thing to have one have some of canonMello's traits, and the other one have the other half, but they both share the fundamentals. Like FemMello is dominant and has Mello's fighting attitude and anger, and my boyMello has Mello's more obvious fear, etc.

[anonymous]

Ffffffff I almost cried, anon. It was so hot and sexy, then it was so emotional and- AUGH YOUUUUUUUUUU this is fantastic. :)