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... )
And then... Misa was kissing her.
All of Light's thought processes crashed to a halt as she scrambled to catch up with the sensations her body was sending her -- heat and pressure against her lips, hands clenching over her shirt and holding her back with surprising strength. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Finally she mustered her senses again, and shoved violently at the other girl, making her stumble back. Misa's lipstick was sticky on her mouth.
"What was that," Light said in clipped tones, refusing to yell. "What do you think you're doing." Her voice was without inflection, and her pulse and breathing were elevated, palms tingling a bit in an unfamiliar sensation.
And then Misa was upon her again -- this time with somewhat more familiar kicking and punching and scratching, and Light hurriedly shielded herself against the sudden flurry of violence even as Misa yelled: "Shut up! Just shut up, I hate you, I hate you!"
"Oh yes," snapped Light. "I can see that." She caught Misa's wrists in her hands (they were so small and fragile, Light's fingers circling them easily) -- and then, not even quite realizing that she was doing it, yanked her forwards into another kiss.
Rationality had gone out the window. Light would never, ever have dreamed that she would be in this situation, would never have even be able to conceive of wanting this, this -- what was it that she wanted? She couldn't even quite tell, but the desire was starting to burn like a slow-starting wildfire. This shouldn't be happening to me, she thought, even as she dug her fingers into Misa's hips, trying to pull her closer. This is cliched, and humiliatingly base and sordid, and there's nothing attractive about a girl who couldn't think her way out of a paper bag, there's nothing attractive about girl, and I am not going to be swept into impulsive uncharacteristic actions by teenage hormones. She didn't do that. It was for other, lesser people.
And yet... and yet. She was being overwhelmed, the thoughts slowly dying down. She wanted, wanted, she didn't even have the words for it (and oh, if she was being honest, she had wanted for quite some time): and the intensity of the tingling was mounting, the feeling was spreading. And Light wanted to be the one controlling Misa, but somehow she was finding herself conquered; though it spiked indignation in her, she couldn't rally herself enough to do anything but part her lips and let Misa's tongue enter into her mouth, as she teased a little with her teeth, and Light had never felt anything like that before, didn't know how to respond, and all she could do was whimper. (In the suppressed back of her mind, she was vaguely remembering snatches of denied dreams, full of long blonde hair and heat and clever fingers.)
Suddenly, Misa's hips moved, and she was grinding herself against Light. Light moaned unthinkingly, squirming against the short girl, and Misa was laughing, which sparked Light's fury even further -- fury and lust, both growing, burning hotter and brighter and it was making her flush all over. Misa drew back, breaking off the kiss, and Light panted and tried to tug her back in, but Misa just grabbed her hand and pinned it over her head and then her mouth was on Light's throat. And oh. Oh. Oh. All Light could do was stammer -- and that was before Misa raked her nails down Light's leg. It was all too new and unexpected and abrupt, her whole world turned upside-down in less than ten minutes. She still wanted to break away, demand to know what Misa is thinking, where this all came from, out of nowhere -- but it was like a dam had been broken, everything surging to the surface, carrying her away in a flood of...
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And so, here they are, Light arching her back against the wall, gasping helplessly, Misa all hot and touching and present. "What are you doing," Light finally manages to force out.
"I hate you." This time, Misa says it almost sweetly. "You think you're so great, Light-chan..."
"N-no, I've never -- you're so immature, Misa, I never antagonized you. I never said that I thought I was be--"
"You never had to say it." Misa nips her earlobe, sharply, and Light yelps. "I knew, okay? You walk around like you're, you're so smart, and so beautiful, and so popular, and you -- and you don't even look at me, like I'm just a piece of dirt, just some, some." Her voice trembles. "Some dumb slut."
At last, at last, she reaches that spot where Light's legs join together, rubbing ever so gently, and Light whimpers and squirms, thrusting into the pressure, pushing against Misa's hand. She's warm and throbbing and wet down there, underwear no doubt damp, and Misa giggles, the most irritating thing Light has ever heard, and pushes against Light's stomach, holding her still. Light clutches futilely at Misa's shirt. "But now..." Misa breathes into her ear. "Now look at you, trying to rub yourself up against me like a whore. Betcha don't know what to do, huh? I bet you've never felt anything like this before. I bet you're too uptight and wrapped up in yourself to ever touch yourself like... this..." (and her fingers curl a little bit, enough to tear another one of those shameful whimpers from Light's throats) "... when you're alone in your room... studying..."
"Misa..."
(Light thinks that she is starting to understand.)
This time, when Misa kisses her, it's almost reverent. When she hooks her fingers over Light's waistband and pulls her skirt and panties down, Light's too dazed and lost in the signals her body is sending her to react properly, just kissing a bit more viciously and toeing off her shoes, then kicking a bit so she's naked from the waist down. The tiles of the bathroom wall are uncomfortably cold against her skin, but then Misa is nudging her knee between Light's legs and bringing it up and oh, ohmygod every other thought flies out of her mind.
Now she's bucking her hips forward over Misa's leg, one hand tangled in her hair and the other wrapped around her back. Misa's skin -- bared by her too-short-by-school-regulations-but-somehow-they-let-her-get-away-with-it (probably because the principal is a pervert, Light thinks) skirt -- provides little friction against Light's slippery nether regions, not enough, and she moans desperately into Misa's mouth. It's strange, the things she notices in this sort of moment: her red nail polish like patches of blood in the white-gold strands of Misa's hair; the itchy sticky feeling of lipstick all over her throat and face; the way Misa's heels click against the floor when she shifts, trying to keep her delicate balance; how her legs are trembling, fluttering like butterflies' wings; how long and soft Misa's eyelashes look. Light tugs hard at Misa's hair; the girl cries out and jerks away.
"You're acting really ungrateful when I'm being so nice to you, Light-chan."
"Sorry," pants Light. "I know I shouldn't let your incompetence get to me."
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"Wh-what--!"
"I get it, Misa." Misa struggles against her, so Light just slips one hand beneath the hem of her blouse, reaching up and pushing aside her bra, running the pad of her thumb over a hard nipple. At that, Misa's breath catches in her throat and she goes a bit limp and perfectly quiet except for a little whine. "You always hated me because you thought I was so beautiful... and so smart... and so popular... and so attractive..." Rubbing little circles, now, and unbuttoning the blouse with her other hand, neatly and methodically. Misa's making these intensely arousing breathy little gasps. "But I would never even look at you. You want me to acknowledge that you exist..." Opening her blouse fully and tugging it off, discarding it on the floor, then unhooking Misa's bra and dropping it as well. "... that you're beautiful too..." Light explores Misa's chest with her fingers, stroking and teasing and even pinching, watching with an awed curiousity as Misa wriggles and whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut. "... you want me to love you."
"P-please," mewls Misa. It's so interesting to watch her now, shaking all over, starting to sweat. "Please don't stop."
Light kisses her, and this time she's the one with the tongue, and the teeth, biting at Misa's lower lip, still caressing her breasts. Eventually, she lets one hand sink lower, down over her stomach, then her hip, then her thigh, and then back up her leg again, mirroring Misa's previous actions. Reaching her goal, Light pulls Misa's underwear down a little -- a thong, and she's totally shaven, what a surprise -- and starts to stroke there. Misa is already clearly aroused, and it doesn't take much to have her moaning and pliant, and rocking against Light's body, begging ceaselessly between kisses for more.
A few minutes later, she's convulsing all over, screaming into Light's mouth, clawing at her body. Fluid rushes over Light's hand, and she draws away, crinkling her nose a bit.
It's over now, and in the aftermath, it all seems like madness. Light turns away as Misa lies spent against the wall, goes to the sink and washes her hands, then wipes herself off with paper towels. Even by the time she has put on her underwear and skirt again, Misa hasn't fully recovered, and Light watches her expressionlessly as she pulls on her socks. Did that really just happened? Did she really just do all those things? Did Misa?
Finally, Misa manages to force out a few words, opening her eyes and blinking over at Light: "Did you-- did you--"
"No," says Light shortly, stepping into her shoes, and there's something distantly related to devastation on Misa's face. She turns, unlocks the bathroom door, and starts to open it; then pauses and looks back. The next line she delivers blandly, but with a cold metallic intent which makes it like a weapon: "But thanks for the lesson. I think I'll review it when I get home... fit it into my studying."
And with that thought, that image, that torment, Light leaves, already thinking up excuses for her (by this point extreme) tardiness to class. And behind her, Misa stands there numb and drained, lipstick smeared, hair mussed, half-naked with drenched underwear, ashamed and elated and just a little bit ruined.
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BECAUSE THIS. THIS. This is one of the greatest things I've read in forever, I love love LOVE the reinterpretation of how Misa would react to Light if she were another girl, instead of a guy for her to worship, how Misa's internalized misogyny plays out in their dynamic...I have a huge kink for Light/Misa yuri as a simple genderswitch of what we get in canon, Misa worshipful and adoring and following girl!Light's every command, but this is far and away every bit as amazing, every bit as hot, every bit as wonderful. The entire backstory you've built here is just perfect and right, the psychological dimensions of the porn, the hatred and the power battle and Misa's yearning and Light's control freak nature putting her temporarily in a state of vulnerability before she gets back the emotional control and uses that to destroy Misa, who has been the needy one all along.........YE GODS, anon, the entire thing is scorching fucking hot. I'm bookmarking this and coming back to read it again and again and again and AGAIN, mark my words.
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