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 [8]

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“Climb on top of me. ...No, like th- pin my shoulders. The zipper is over here.”

I pressed her shoulders into the bed, but it felt wrong. I didn’t want to trap her like that. Why on earth would she want to feel trapped after what he’d done to her?

...But that was what he’d done to her. It was never discussed, but it was painfully obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be me. I was supposed to be him.

The fact that she thought me worthy to stand in his place still amazes me.

“Matsu, don’t be afraid to be rough,” she smiled.

I thought I was. Despite being trained in defense, I guess I’m really not all that strong. Or I’m just afraid to use my strength. I can’t wrap my head around hurting people that have done nothing wrong. I try to remind myself how much I’ve liked it if a girl decides to play rough. But it doesn’t work the other way. I know I can take it. I had a hard time believing Misa could.

I undressed her as she’d requested, but probably too politely. She gave me a condom - she had a box ready, of course - and I put it on. I was in the middle of kissing her temples and whispering as sweetly as I could, needing to soothe her, asking if she was ready, when she let out an exasperated and impatient sigh. She dug her fingernails into my hips and pulled me in.

That was all I needed, apparently. Her fingernails - perfectly manicured, perfectly harsh.

I shouted at the feel of it and she quickly pulled me further inside. She hushed me, of course, and told me to have my way. It wasn’t my way; I didn’t feel like I was being myself, pushing selfishly over and over. I felt out of control, but by that point, all I knew was that she wanted it; there was no turning back, so I kept going. She looked up at me for a moment, beginning to smile with relief and gratitude as if she’d been starved up till then. But it was only after her eyes fell shut that her smile grew, that she began making sweet sounds that were completely new to my ears. As I listened to her, I heard exactly what I was doing that was getting her off, and I understood.

“Yes, that’s... yes, perfect... more...”

If I wasn’t myself, I was certainly enjoying playing the part. Whatever I wasn’t allowed to shout instead left me through my groin; I bit my lip and pounded into her like she wanted, needing to hear her make those sounds, willing to do anything for it. I was completely engulfed in her heat, able to push to the hilt, thrilled that I filled her entirely. Over and over, pleasure searing both of us, I watched as her breasts began to shake in response to me. I wanted to touch them, play with them, latch my mouth onto them and feel at least some sort of softness in all of this. But she was lost in her world, and I couldn’t destroy that. Remembering what she’d said earlier on, I pinned her again, hard, this time. It stopped the movement in her chest but she made those sounds even louder, squealing beneath me, because of me...

“Light!!”

...I was certainly thrown off guard, but probably not nearly as much as I should have been. I had barely enough sense to vaguely wonder why on earth that didn’t hit me like a cold shower, why on earth I felt excited by wondering if I felt like him, to her. She was coming, long and loud, and if she kept screaming his name, then so be it. I’d brought her to that point. I'd given her what she wanted. And I would all over again, whenever she asked - I was different, and I was better because of it. More than ever before, I felt that I deserved her, and everything Light had, more than he ever did.