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... )
There were times when Light wondered why on earth he kept Misa around.
He was certainly smart enough; he could have easily thought of a way to dispose of her without any suspicion. And he had broken her in... tamed her, if you will. Unlike when they first met, it wouldn’t be so difficult now to simply tell her his plan would work out best if they broke up. He’d contemplated killing her several times; he was by no means afraid to do something so harmless as to break her heart.
But, whenever the bedroom door closed in that apartment, he knew.
“Light-sama...” Stripped down to her bra and underwear, Misa kneeled before him; she knew well by now that he preferred to be addressed as such in the bedroom. “What do you ask of me?”
Light paused - unnecessarily, but he did so enjoy making her wait. As if she didn’t know the answer already. “Pleasure me.”
She undid his belt and zipper, exposing him. He was only half-aroused at this point, and she took him in her hands gently, planting soft, reverent kisses on his perfect flesh.
He lowered his eyelids, watching her lips brush along his hardening length. His breath quickened - it felt unbelievably good to be treated like this - but he didn’t give her the satisfaction of a moan. No, that was for later. He closed his eyes as her tongue darted erratically around him. She was so good at this, a complete natural. There was something about the way her deft fingers and tongue touched him; it was almost as if there were two people, or more, showering him with such adoration.
And that wasn’t so implausible, was it?
He already had millions of people on his side all over the world, many of whom took their support to a fanatical level, literally worshipping him as a God. Which is, essentially, how Misa thought of him, even before she met him. But he knew, she had even told him: as soon as she saw him, simply admiring him was not enough, and she wanted him. And what was to say the rest of the women in this world wouldn’t react similarly? He, a man of twenty-one, with his natural, classic good looks in the prime of his youth, was already highly sought after by many. He knew that once he’d won, once he’d gained just enough power to reveal himself to the world as Kira, hoards of women would be begging, pleading to worship him just as Misa was right now. To martyr themselves; to give their bodies to him to ensure that their God was pleased.
From all over the world, from all social statuses, women would want to belong to him. To feed him, pamper him, and of course to pleasure him sexually. And there would be so many, he could simply have his choice whenever he wanted. If he wanted a girl from his own country, he could. If he wanted something more exotic, perhaps a girl with fiery red hair and green eyes, he could; or a girl with darker skin and deep, black eyes - it would all be his choice, he could have any of it, depending on what flavor tickled his fancy at the moment, the variety only reminding him of how widespread his worshippers were. And no, it wouldn’t be terribly often; he could never see himself as being constantly sex-hungry, but the fact that he could... and especially if such treatment was designated as a rare honor, these women would love to serve him all the more.
He took Misa’s hair in his hands, guiding her head as her mouth engulfed him.
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