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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Gratification [Pt. 4]

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Light opens and closes his mouth several times, before shouting, in a cry of pain as B pinches- hard- the head of his cock.

“This is what Kira wants?” He strokes faster.

“Mmnng…!”

“Kira wants to be violated? He wants to be fucked?” B giggles, slapping his other hand onto Light, spanking Light’s dick in an imitation of what L had done to him. Light cries out in pain. Precome beads on the tip of his erection. “Oh, look,” B coos, lowering his head into Light’s lap to lick at the tantalizing liquid. “Kira wants to come.”

That’s enough for Light. He arches his back and howls, coming onto B’s mouth.

“Yuck,” B grumbles, leaning back up. Several droplets of Light’s come slip down his chin and onto his lap. He hasn’t swallowed any, but from the disgust on his face it’s plain to see that he can taste it.

Light feels mortified that he allowed himself to let go.

B fixes Light with a scathing look. “Who told you that you could come on my face?” He hisses, but Light can see the red-eyed man’s erect dick. And he knows that B’s pleased.

B notices where Light’s eyes have gone and grins. “Kira-boy wants a taste,” he sings, grabbing onto both sides of Light’s head, bony fingers meshing uncomfortably into his hair. Exerting a surprising amount of strength from his bony arms- it shouldn’t be surprising; it shouldn’t, because L has arms just like that- he forces Light’s head down into his lap. The fallen God’s lips are less than an inch away from the head of B’s cock.

“Suck it, Kira,” B grins. Light makes no moves. “Come on, Kira, do it! Kira!” With each second of determined silence on Light’s part, B’s voice grows more agitated.

Swat! Light gives a strangled cry as L spanks him, hard, through the pants that still hang loosely on his hips. A jolt runs through his flaccid phallus and Light groans. L rubs the spot where he hit, and B suddenly looks far more appealing.

“Ahhh,” B lets out a hiss of breath as Light’s tongue, catlike, flicks out to lick at the head of B’s engorged dick. “Ah, Kira…” Light runs his tongue over the little slit and down, under the foreskin- B yowls in pleasure- and further down, over the thickened shaft, the prominent vein, and back up again to suckle at the very tip.

“Mmmn…” Light sucks harder, just barely taking anything into his mouth. He’s disgusted with himself, he’s revolting and gross, and yet he can’t seem to stop, he wants it. All ready he can feel shockingly warm, wraithlike hands stroking his limp penis back to life. His hips twitch and he pulls more into his mouth, sucking harder.

“Oooh, Kira…” B moans, drawn out and low, “Kira’s good, L, Kira’s so good…” As B says this, Light can feel L’s hand move from his now half hard cock to his hips, pushing his pants down, propping him up, can hear him grunting an affirmative.

He cries out as L penetrates him raw, the detective’s cock slipping into Light’s ass with horrifying familiarity. His voice is muffled around B’s length- B moans as Light’s cry of shock sends delicious vibrations through him, shooting tremors through his cock, to the base of his spine, his belly, his testicles.

For a few moments then after, it’s still. Light’s breathing rivals B’s, who is panting hard, sweat collecting on his brow. L is virtually silent. Light has never felt more ashamed or more filled, more aroused, in his entire existence; it would be wrong to say ‘his entire life’. He’s dead.