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... )
“Teru-kun likes it?” Misa whispered, pulling back then thrusting. “Is Teru-kun thinking of his beloved God?”
He wasn’t. He couldn’t think of anything but what was happening to him. All he could see was Misa’s long hair, her breasts, her sweat-sheened body. All he could feel as that object inside him, thrusting, probing, finding some part of him that made him spasm and twist and moan. Misa’s long nails scratched his shoulders, ran down his chest, flicked his nipples. He returned the favour, almost clawing at her body for more touch, more contact.
“You like it, Teru?” she gasped. “You enjoy it?”
“Yes, Amane, yes, please, yes, don’t stop, don’t, don’t, you can’t, oh don’t … ”
She laughed and kissed him, biting his lips with sharp little teeth, rubbing against him, pleasing him, delighting him. When he came, he came so hard that he almost blacked out, vision greying and fading. He could still Amane moving against him and then she was lying very still, panting and gasping. He reached up and clumsily stroked her hair, confused and bewildered and exhausted and vaguely aware that he’d never felt anything more wonderful in his life.
She got up eventually and used his shower while he stripped the bed. His body ached, scratched and sore and stretched. Reality was coming back now and he found himself trembling. There was something wrong with him, there had to be, to betray God in such a way …
Amane came out of the shower smelling of Mikami’s soap and smirking. Mikami stared at her with anger and then shuddered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him warmly, deliciously and he couldn’t fight back, clutching at her and kissing deeply.
“Should I come back, Teru-kun?” she whispered, playing with his hair and smiling. “Should I bring my lovely new toy back another time?”
He hated her. He clutched her and kissed her and pressed their bodies together and hated her and wanted her in equal measure.
“Yes,” he moaned against her mouth. “P-please.”
“Good,” she said, smiling and twisting from his arms. “Then Misa will see Teru-kun soon!”
She skipped from the apartment. Mikami watched her and shuddered and tried not think. He was weak and pathetic and he wanted her, her and that horrible dildo and her body and everything she could give him that made him feel closer to God.
No matter how much he hated her, he would always, always want her. And that was all there was to it.
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I love this so much... You are awesome incarnate.
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WIN.
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