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... )
"No one ever asks." She pulls his arm to her and re-clicks his cuff into place. She clicks her own side as if it is no big deal chaining herself naked to a man with a visibly stiff cock and then she is rummaging around in the storage cabinet above the toilet. “There those are. I need them for next week.” She pulls out a box of tampons and sets them on the counter beside his dirty clothes.
“Classy, Ryuuzaki… no not Ryuu. From now on I am calling you L. Elle, alright? To do otherwise is an insult to my intelligence.”
“Call me what you like so long as you remain unaware of my full name. I am still 95.5% certain you are the first kira.”
Light’s brain ignores the implications that the woman he currently wants believes he is the most prolific mass murderer in history because he only has one goal in mind at the moment. As best he can manage with his forehead forming a pulsating lump, he turns on the charm. “Elle, you look stunning infused with color. When you and I were playing tennis I should have known then. Only a woman looks prettier for when she exerts herself.” He is moving closer to her slowly as he talks looking at her meaningfully, trying to corner her for a kiss. If he can just kiss her, even for a second, he knows he’ll have her.
“Light you are full of shit.” Calling him by his first name is a sign he is getting somewhere.
He is putting his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “Gorgeous. Genius. Perfect.” He whispers lowly, quieter vitriol comes from her now, but her inky eyelashes flutter eyes and she licks her lips. He is most certainly a master at this.
“Notable impulsivity .3 percent.” She is saying as he grasps her chin to capture her lips for the first time. She is making a show of pushing him away but she is almost tall as he is and all she is managing to do is duck into his kiss. He runs his tongue along her bottom lip. Not one for coy games apparently, her tongue is in his mouth battling for dominance as soon as his own lips part. So much for resistance he thinks. She tastes mildly of coffee and chocolate. He focuses on deepening the kiss while his mind calculates how he can consummate this. He can’t pretend to understand L and what she might want. To be honest with himself he had probably held some attraction to the man but it had been drowned by complete dislike of his personality. As a woman she takes on different connotations for him. Even the insults sound in retrospect like come-ons as he reworks his perception of their relationship based on this new information.
The chain is long enough that when they are this close it does not inhibit movement. Rather it moves in soft clinks between them, contrasting their heated skin, as he runs his hands down her back.
She takes over their kiss with praticed ease. He notices her back is boney and her skin is somewhat dry. Compliments of her poor diet probably. This doesn’t change the fact he is kissing the greatest detective in the world. Who is naked and gorgeous in ways he would not have ever been creative enough to imagine. His mind is whirling with possibilities and he possessively grabs her ass entranced by the power and intensity of his fantasies. She bites his lip maliciously in reaction and he squeezes harder.
(cont. below)
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He shoves all their crap off the nearby counter and sits her down. “You won’t need it for this. I promise.” She is laughing in disbelief as he pulls her legs apart and leans down to taste her more thoroughly. Not so sweet here but the first stifled moan breaking through her breathless laughter as he tongues her pussy is music to his ears. Soon she is soaking wet as he teases her, he laps it up, fisting his own cock to the sounds of how unreasonable he is making her. She is cursing in French, he realizes, as he slides his fingers inside her to the aid of his tongue and, then, for the second time tonight he receives a shock.
He decides not to say anything about it. Perhaps she does not know it is obvious to him. Besides he has her now. He licks her to gasping completion even as he withholds his own.
“Going to pull out before I finish okay?” He informs her quickly as he grasps her elegant white shoulders and lays a kiss on her collarbone. Then he swipes his precum over the head of his cock with his thumb. She has yet to recover from her first orgasm when he enters her.
She gives a yelp of pain. He kisses her neck contritely as he pushes back into her. She is warm and viscously wet around him. He directs her legs from their position angled with the table and gets her to rest them around the curve of his ass and slides into her more comfortably with his next few strokes. He keeps a finger on her clit to ensuring her continued pleasure. She is still saying things he doesn’t quite understand in French as his own and as his completion approaches he mercilessly manipulates her most sensitive areas.
When he is just about to release he is considering pulling out, but she is soaked to the core, her legs firmly wrapped around him and he doubts she will feel his warmth. He is dead wrong as it turns out. She screams as he fills her, perhaps in outrage or perhaps she is multi-orgasmic. She says nothing for a minute or so. Her head is leaned back panting and her eyes are closed. “Kira.” the name from her lips is like a prayer and a curse combined. “You truly see people as your pawns.”
He drops his own head to her shoulder. “I admit I got carried away, Elle but you could have said something to stop me.” He moves to kiss her again.
“I was telling you to stop.” She is pushing him away for real now, ruining his post coital glow.
“I don’t understand much French.” He counters aggravated because for a woman who wasn’t willing she had certainly been giving him all the signs for go ahead.
“99.2% Yagami-kun. Get dressed now we don’t have time for a shower anymore.”
“Are you insane? Just because you are redressing as a man doesn’t mean it won’t be obvious to everyone what happened in here.”
“You think I care what they think?” She is pulling the sports bra back on and effectively pulling him across the room. This woman is flat-out strong. She could have fought back if she had not wanted him and he feels cheated in someway.
“You should. These people work for you they trust you to be completely professional.” But he has fucked up quite literally. He wipes the excess liquid from his dick as best he can and runs his hand under the faucet before he puts on the fresh change of clothes. How pointless when he knows that by this point he looks like he hasn’t ever bathed in his entire life. He looks at L. Her hair and face covered by a thin sheen of sweat but otherwise she looks no different from usual.
“I am a professional.” She waves him off as if he speaks complete nonsense, her breasts held firmly in place by her suffocating looking bra. She picks up the box of tampons on the floor then hands it to him. “Put them away I can no longer be certain they are needed. Now we must return to work.”
As soon as he’s had time to wrap his mind around that, they are out under the blinding florescent lights of the computer room, and the tap tap of her, now his, overactive fingers almost drowns out the roar of his angry racing heart and the pain in and outside his head.
(fin)
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Thank you for fullfilling the first request. It's a little hard to fallow in parts, but I enjoyed it. Thank you so much. :)
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Intended story: girl!L tested Light for his manipulative capacity through sex.
Experimenting with first person present tense and Light as an unreliable narrator mission status... failed?
Anyway, Matsuda/Girl!L or Matsuda/Girl!Light. PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN ANON.
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and to Anon as well, WE NEED MORE MATSUDA PORN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU NEED TO WRITE IT NOW!
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