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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“Misa-Misa,” she said silkily. “Misa-Misa thinks you like to hear them. Misa-Misa is sure you like to hear them.”

“N-no. No, no, that’s not true, I don’t, I hate it … ”

She was moving his hand up her leg. Her skin was so soft and he didn’t want to touch it, he didn’t, but he couldn’t move his hand away. He’d never touched a girl’s leg before, never known how it felt …

“Raito touches Misa like this,” she whispered, all honey and silk. “He sits and he runs his fingers up Misa’s leg, just like this. Just upwards and then his hand is under Misa’s skirt and sometimes Misa hasn’t got anything on under there … ”

“Does he like that?” he asked hoarsely, trying to ignore the slippery skin under his fingertips, trying not to think about where she was guiding his hand.

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Oh yes, he loves to find Misa like this … ”

She crooked Teru’s fingers and he moaned as he felt hot wetness under his fingertips and oh God, oh, God wouldn’t want him to do this …

“You … you are a whore Amane-san,” he breathed as she moved his fingers inside her. “You disgust me … ”

She laughed breathlessly.

“Really, Teru-kun? I don’t think you’re behaving like that. Admit it, Teru-kun. You want what God has.”

And oh God, oh God it was true and she knew it, the snake, the bitch, the whore, she knew it. And he told himself he wouldn’t submit, told himself that next time she came around he’d slam the door in her face …

But he didn’t. The next time she came round, he found himself grovelling before her, kissing her feet, her hands, stroking her skin, hating himself for every weakness but unable to stop himself. And she smiled sweetly and stroked his hair and said that Teru-kun was so lovely, so sweet and if he wanted to kiss her some more, she didn’t mind of course but she couldn’t let it carry on for too long because she knew that Raito needed her home soon …

Why was he so weak? Why could he not stop himself when she was at the door? This wasn’t what God would want, was it?

“Of course it is,” Misa purred. “Raito wants us both to be happy. He knows how much Teru-kun wants to be satisfied … ”

But she didn’t let him fully satisfy himself. She let him kiss and touch and stroke and even returned his caresses, but nothing further. She’d never yet let him do anything more.

“No, no,” she whispered, the time he haltingly asked. “Only Raito can do that. Teru-kun will have to satisfy himself in … other ways.”

And she satisfied herself in other ways too. He lost count of how many orgasms she reached under his foolishly willing hands and tongue. He played with her breasts, her hair, nuzzled her skin. She whispered to him how God did it, how Raito touched her and he couldn’t stop himself doing the same thing, couldn’t stop loving that he was finding what God had found, doing what God had done, acting as God did …

And then one day, she came with a bag and a secretive smile and kissed him and led him to the bedroom. She slid the object from the bag once they were both naked and the moment he saw the dildo, he tired to tell her no, tried to argue but she kissed him and guided his hands and whispered “Don’t you want what Raito gives Misa?” and he knew that he wouldn’t resist.