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... )
Light Yagami smirked at the strange blonde standing in the corner. She wore a silver mermaid dress with a gigantic sea shell helmet, her curled blonde locks peeking out from under the conch’s folds. Strands of seaweed earrings dripped down her shoulders.
“That is…quite a peculiar outfit,” Ryuzaki commented. He approached the woman, bony fingers reaching for the grey-green strands of earrings. She slapped his hands away, lowering the neon blue sunglasses perched on her face to stare at the duo standing almost dumbstruck in front of her.
“Well, well. What do we have here? Looks like my gay boys came home after all! Boys, boys, boys…”
“Cut it, GaGa. We want something from you.” Light walked up to the woman, pushing Ryuzaki out of the way for a moment. “We want to watch that poker face crumble.”
“Oh, so you’re starstruck?” Lady GaGa asked, eyes flashing. “Let’s play a lovegame.”
“Precisely what I was thinking,” Ryuzaki piped up. “Of course, we can compensate for your time…”
“Money, honey,” Light crooned. “What do you say?”
“Hah!” She laughed, “I’m a free bitch, baby. Don’t want your money. Just want your sex. K-K-K-Kisses...That’s money, honey. Do you want a lover or a mistress?”
“Neither,” Light smirked. “You’re beautiful, dirty, rich… It’s time to see if Alejandro was right. GaGa, I think that you, Ryuzaki, and I should…”
“Don’t call me GaGa,” she smirked, stepping up to Light with purpose in her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. You amaze me. You know this would be one bad romance, don’t you?”
“I like it that way,” Light shot back, laughing wildly. “Don’t I, Ryuzaki?”
The raven-haired man in the corner smiled sweetly, explaining. “Light and I have been in a bad romance for many months. In fact, I do believe that we would like to kill one another.”
“Well,” Lady GaGa shook her head, shoving Light against the wall. “You’ve left me speechless. Now, show me your teeth.”
She gripped Light’s hair in her fist, silver sparkly fingernails leaving glitter trails between strands of brown. Her mouth seized his, prying it open. Her tongue sought out his, forcing his head back further. A strange click sounded behind the couple, and she pulled away.
“What the hell?” Light sputtered, whipping his head to see what the noise was. Ryuzaki innocently held up a camera phone.
“Hm,” Lady GaGa reached around and flipped the light switch, sending the room into darkness. “Baby loves to dance in the dark. Now, where were we?”
She pressed herself against Light, practically purring into his face. Two bony hands began to run down the back of her dress, and she shivered.
“I see this is for both of you, huh? Well, boys, shall we make this a little more interesting?” She loosened up her grip on Light, carefully unfastening the straps to her shimmering dress. Before it fell to the floor, however, Ryuzaki spoke up.
“Miss GaGa, before we begin…I must ask you something. Is it true that you are a hermaphrodite?”
Even in the dark, Ryuzaki could see Light’s eyes bulging out of their sockets. Lady GaGa huffed, placing her hands on her hips. Her dress hung loosely around her waist, not yet uncovering her completely.
“My beautiful vagina is very offended,” she clicked her tongue, slipping her dress down her hips. “And so is my penis.”
L squinted in the dark, nearly tripping over himself to stare at her lower regions. He couldn’t help but laugh. Above her neatly trimmed and perfectly shaped vagina was a packing cock strapped to a harness.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” L muttered. “Is that a Silky?”
“Best of the best, baby. Now how about we get the show started?” Lady GaGa grabbed Light by the shoulders, pushing him toward the bed conveniently located in the shadows of the room. “Don’t forget: I like it rough.”
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“I really must question why we are doing this, Light,” L mused as the woman squirmed anxiously beneath his grip. “One would think that the world’s greatest detective and the world’s greatest criminal would have more decency than to restrain and have sexual intercourse with the world’s quirkiest rising star…”
“For the last time,” Light growled, now fully nude, “I am not Kira!” He pulled L off the blonde woman, taking his place. He pressed his naked body against hers, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
“I bet you can’t wait for this, can you…Stefani?” Light smirked, nibbling lightly at her ear. His fingers gripped her shoulders tightly.
“82.3% that you’re Kira,” L muttered. “How on Earth did you learn her name?”
“Tch,” Light rolled his eyes. “Wikipedia. What? Did the almighty L forget to do his research before this little excursion?”
“Hm,” L mulled over this answer for a moment as he approached Light, pressing against the chocolate-haired man from behind. “81.7%, then.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Light sighed in frustration. “L, how many times have I told you…”
“Hey!” Lady GaGa interrupted. “Did you forget you aren’t alone, pretty boy? C’mon. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.” She twisted beneath him, relaxing on the bed as Light hovered above her, L’s owlish eyes peeking over his shoulder. “Let’s play a lovegame.”
“Precisely what I was thinking, Miss GaGa,” L smiled. He gripped Light’s hips, positioning himself behind the other man. Light sputtered and blushed for a moment before regaining his composure.
“Ryuzaki! Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘Ladies First’?” He asked, running his fingertips across the woman’s inner thigh, teasing her with feather-light touches.
“Of course I have, Light,” L replied. “However, you are taking too long. What will it be, Light? Will you penetrate first, or be penetrated first? You know what they say… Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.”
“Mm, that boy is a monster…” Lady GaGa moaned, shifting her hips to welcome Light’s fingers that gently slid inside her. She rolled her head back, the seashell helmet falling to the floor. Soft golden locks spilled across the sheets. “But you… You’ve got brown eyes like no one else.”
“You know that I want you,” Light growled softly, withdrawing his fingers long enough to guide his rock-hard cock to her entrance. “And you know that I need you…”
“I want it bad, a bad romance…” She moaned, spreading herself for him. She accepted his cock with a gasp, eyes half-closed and hazy.
“Don’t be scared. I’ve done this before…” Light closed his eyes, beginning to rock against the blonde. He nearly jumped out of his skin as L penetrated him from behind with no warning. “Ryuzaki! Ah-haah…”
L began to thrust deep inside of Light, forcing the younger man even deeper inside the woman. She gripped Light’s bare shoulders with her fingers, brightly painted nails carving thick red welts across his skin.
“Show me your teeth…” she gasped.
He drew blood biting her neck. L watched blue and purple blossoms form across her neck from Light’s love bites. He scratched his own bony fingers across Light’s back, gripping his hip tightly in his free hand. He slammed himself into Light in all the ways that he knew would have the young man desperate to come in moments.
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“Want your bad romance…” the woman whispered, finally sending Light over the edge. He spent his seed, shivering with the force of his passion. Lady GaGa let out a moan to rock the house, her own orgasm sending a spreading warmth through her entire body. The combination of Light’s body writhing and the woman’s sultry voice echoing from the corners of the room quickly had L shaking on his feet, thrusting into Light faster and faster until he came hard, leaning against Light’s trembling figure for support.
Light could have sworn his senses were on fire. He was so hot, he could almost smell the smoke.
“Wait a minute. Ryuzaki, do you smell smo- What the fuck?!?” He cried in horror, leaping away from Lady Gaga. In the process, he shoved Ryuzaki to the floor. The boys watched in horror as curls of thick black smoke began to rise into the air.
“Is that coming from the bed? Miss GaGa?” Ryuzaki called, standing up hesitantly. In a flash, the room was ignited with searing waves of heat emanating from the flames now shooting out of Lady GaGa’s unique shell hat. “Miss GaGa! Arson is a serious crime! Miss GaGa!”
“Boys, we’ve had a real good time and I wish you the best on your way…eh, eh…” Lady GaGa mumbled from amidst the flames. “There’s nothing else I can say…”
“Christ, this bitch is crazy!” Light yelped as the flames grew closer. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
“Light…” Ryuzaki eyed him suspiciously, “You didn’t have anything to do with…with…?”
“No! Of course not! I’m not Kira, god damn it!”
“…89.7%, Light.”
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Just had to say, this anon had SO much fun writing this. I was lulzing and rolling on the floor laughing the entire time. Sorry, no furries. ;P But enjoy the laughs anyway!
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I mean like, seriously hilarious, and then somehow hot, because a M/M/F Light sandwich is pretty much hot by definition especially if Light is reduced to incoherent animalistic grunts because of being ~overwhelmed~ and stuff even if it's THIS LULZY WHICH IT IS. And it wasn't just that I read it at 3:30 AM this morning because it's still fantastic after I got sleep.
...i laughed very evilly when light said my her name. yaaaay
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This wins everything, ever.
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