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.

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Everything I Touch [5]

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None of it seemed real. Even when her hand wandered down my front, unbuttoning my shirt with her cute little fingers and pulling at my tie to guide me on top of her, even when her tongue brushed so skillfully just beneath my ear, finally making me break the sickening silence and realize just how far she intended this to go... even feeling all of this I felt removed from myself. As if I were in a dream, and I knew that without even realizing it, my mind had accepted it as such the moment she said the word “pretend.” It wasn’t real. It didn’t count for anything because it had no presence. It wasn’t even us.

I didn’t even fully realize that she’d removed my shirt until I felt the chill of the air.

“...Misa, we really shouldn’t. It’s not my place.”

“Don’t try to change my mind!” She snapped. She swallowed, and tears started to flow from her eyes. What was I supposed to do? “Please, he... he didn’t leave me with anything to cherish. It’s not his fault, how could he have known he would never come back here? He was just so busy, he never... not for months...” She looked at me earnestly, and it was the first time she’d looked me in the eye all night. “Don’t you think I’m pretty? Was I doing something wrong?”

Was she crazy? She had to have known I’d harbored a silly crush on her ever since I was appointed as her agent. But the way she looked at me, waiting expectantly for a reply... it was like looking in a mirror. I knew that gut fear all too well; it’s a certain insecurity and feeling of inadequacy that can only come from having had your best efforts go unacknowledged. And, knowing how horrible that is, realizing she must have endured it for most (if not all) of the time she was with Light... I would never wish that feeling on her, and it ruined any efforts I was putting forth to keep away.

“No, Misa, no... you’re beautiful, so beautiful, I’ve always thought so...” And of course the words carried far more weight than I’d intended. It sounded like I’d been in love with her forever, but I wasn’t. I cared for her deeply and I thought she was hot, but somehow those two emotions never really got acquainted with each other to turn into anything like love. And I couldn’t stand that I felt I was lying to her. But her eyes lit up. She was happy, finally, and I didn’t have the heart to take that away from her.

“Keep going...?”

Coming from anyone else it would have sounded like an unwarranted plea for attention, but she needed it, so much, I could tell, and it broke my heart that she needed to be reassured. “You’re stunning, Misa,” I continued, and I was breathing in her hair all of a sudden, and her hand touched between my legs - it all happened at once and I’m not even sure which came first.

I didn’t want my body to react, but she was already unzipping my fly; her tiny hands, fingernails painted neatly, so pale and gentle that any movement, even to run away, seemed too dangerous. And by that point, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from her. By then I’d let myself pay full attention to exactly what she was wearing (a clingy sweater, thin enough that I could see the outline of her bra beneath it, and it was so much easier to stop trying to ignore it). My hands slid up her top, brushing the skin on her back, and my palms were probably a little damp with sweat. She began stroking me and... I couldn’t keep quiet. It was all happening so fast.

She stopped. “Actually... um... I’m sorry, I don’t mean to change my mind, but... could you not say much? I know that sounds mean, I just... like to feel, more than hear...”

It was all she was used to.