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... )
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Sayu had stopped talking entirely months ago. Something inside her just wanted to break, but perhaps there was nothing left to break. Everything within was already broken. It felt as if her mind existed in several pieces that couldn't quite connect with each other, her consciousness detached.
She wanted to cry and scream at the top of her lungs about how unfair it had been. She desired to kick things and drive her fists into a wall again and again. She wanted to do it badly enough that she often felt a kind of disbelief that she wasn't doing it.
But, instead, she did nothing at all. She stared into space. Her mother and the nurse that had been hired were the ones who spoon-fed her when she ate. She sat in a wheelchair most of the day even though she was perfectly capable of walking. And she considered it a kind of minor miracle, born of embarrassment and sheer force of will, that she was able to go to the bathroom by ( ... )
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Yes, why weren't they already dead? She could only come up with one reason. Kira obviously faced a choice between killing everyone else on the team or killing nobody on the team, an all or nothing choice, and maybe Kira was reluctant to kill someone else who was on the team with him.
Why would Kira feel like that? Wasn't Kira a remorseless murderer, someone who took out any cops who got in his way without a second thought? That trail of thinking had led her to her father and brother. If Kira had any human feelings left in him, he'd be reluctant to kill a family member. Two people in the same family on the Kira task force, with one of those two being Kira, that would solve the puzzle.
The thought of her father being Kira was so ridiculous she'd dismissed it immediately.
But Light had been a different matter.
As soon as the speculation of Light being Kira had entered her head, it had made so much sense it was scary. Light had changed his personality just when Kira first appeared and there had been so many mysterious habits he'd picked up ( ... )
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She didn't trust herself to say anything, so she had said nothing when she was passed over to the custody of her father. She only fell into his arms and softly sobbed into his shoulder. Thankfully, he didn't seem to expect anything else from her at first, so she was able to not say a word while she gave herself a little more time to think over everything so she could realize the real truth, the kind of truth where Light was not a murderer at all and everything would quickly go back to normal.
Her father soon began to ask her questions, though, and his face looked more and more concerned when she said nothing in response. Her throat closed up every time she attempted to mumble even as little as one word in response, and that made her burn with shame, the humiliating fact that she couldn't even say something like, "I'm fine," or "Thanks for rescuing me," or "I love you, Dad," or anything else that would ease the worried look on his face.
Instead of talking, she patted his hand and smiled at him to try to show him that she was fine, that ( ... )
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It was hopeless, hopeless, hopeless. If L couldn't catch Kira, if all the detectives who worked alongside Light couldn't catch Kira, if her own father had never noticed Light being Kira, then what good would it do to say anything? It would sound exactly like the ravings of a lunatic, and even if someone did pay attention, that person would end up dead as soon as they began to act on Sayu's tips, so it would still be true that no progress would be made. The only thing that could possibly happen would be more dead people.
There was no point to saying anything because nothing would be improved by it, and because it really would be the ravings of a lunatic.
Sayu knew she was wrong in her delusions. The insane were always wrong, and she was certainly insane.
And then her father died and she wondered if Light had done it and her throat was more tightly closed than ever before, so tight that she sometimes thought the air must stop flowing in and out of her lungs.
She couldn't look Light in the eye any more. She couldn't look anyone in the eye ( ... )
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Very few of those who attended the service also traveled out back, where there was a maze-like stone building that was a combined changing and purifying area, and then beyond that a series of wide stone steps gradually sank into the earth, disappearing into a bank of thick, white fog.
Dim shapes of bathers were already out there, barely discernable through the mist that hugged close to the surface of the waters.
A fragment of something Sayu had been told before, but had paid no attention to at the time, suddenly popped into her head. It was something about how the bathing area was considerably downstream from the source of the springs, and that where the springs spewed from the earth the waters were hot enough to scald both skin and flesh right off your bones.
The nurse had previously stripped Sayu nude, though she'd been barely aware of it at the time, and the nurse was now pushing the wheelchair as close to the edge as it was possible to be and still get out.
Sayu watched as an old man, completely naked, wandered past her without a ( ... )
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There were other figures they passed in the mists, but the nurse led Sayu around them, so that they never fully resolved. Even sound seemed muffled, the reciting of prayers from numerous directions muted and odd.
Sayu's nurse stopped near a rock outcropping that protruded above the water and let go of Sayu's hand, moving slightly away with a watchful expression.
Sayu wondered what she was supposed to do. To continue standing? To crouch down and let the water come up to her neck? To splash to water over herself? To think prayers inside her mind?
Something made her want to try her voice, though, to see if she could speak. If there were a time and place when it might work, it would be here. She was breathing fast. She felt as if she could do it.
And then a grayish thing resolved out of the fog, and continued moving in Sayu's general direction. Sayu thought the person would pass by her left, but then realized she had either misjudged or the person's course had changed. The grayish thing was getting very close. And then features suddenly ( ... )
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He kept looking at whatever it was, and mumbling his own unique brand of prayers, and the passing of time seemed like no other interval in Sayu's life, utterly timeless, somehow just a few moments and forever at once, a paradox. It was as if time flowed differently inside the mist, disjointed, but somehow peaceful and right. It worked here, and her mind was better too.
The outside world was of no importance. The past and the future both fell away, discarded and forgotten.
At some point he looked at her face, and there was no perversion in his expression, nothing at all except that which was right and proper, but there was also a deep, burning need, something like desperation and respect mixed together.
Or perhaps Sayu was imagining it all, but she still could not shake off the strong conviction that she was right.
Something miraculous had happened, was still happening.
Sayu felt brave, reckless, ready to do anything. She would no longer sit in her wheelchair or refuse to respond to others. She knew then that she was in the process of ( ... )
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He flinched back, his eyes wide and shocked, but then they locked with hers and understanding seemed to dawn. He did not resist as she draped herself along the contours of his toned, hard muscles and found his mouth with hers. He was cautious, as if he dared not grasp her with anything other than gentleness, as if he were waiting for her to lead the way.
As their mouths slowly explored each other and Sayu's fingers traced the shapes of his abdominal muscles, his eyes looked up, over her head, and his face was once again suffused with an intense expression of ecstasy that could only be religious. She was certain that he was still caught up in his vision, in whatever holy sights he alone was able to see in the mists above.
He broke the kiss to whisper, "Sayu Yagami, I salute you and will forever serve God."
She did not think that he could have possibly guessed her name by anything other than divine inspiration. Sayu was sure he was a stranger, and equally sure that the nurse had not revealed her name.
She half-wondered if he were actually ( ... )
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She felt his hard length twitching in her hand and she tried to guide it between her legs, tried to climb onto his body, but she was unpracticed, her limbs weak, and she slipped instead, half-falling into the water as he caught her.
It had been so long since she'd had a man between her legs, so long since she'd even touched herself. She felt foolish and giddy and a little insane.
He stood up to his full height then. He had indeed been crouching in the water before. His erection was just above the water line, covered with droplets. And he used his strong arms to pull her up close to him, supporting her hips and her back, thrusting against her but not inside, mumbling prayers again in a rush of words almost too fast to understand.
The water was warm and slick over all their skin, dripping slowly down them. Sayu licked his chest, drinking drops, feeling his hard pectoral muscles jumping at her touch.
Everything was so strange, but she needed something like this, something different, she needed to take action, to refuse to ever be passive ( ... )
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Where they were joined together was a slick, hot, tingling place of rising energy, each wave of pleasure cresting higher with his hard probing, as he was repeatedly opening her up, getting all the way in and stretching even the deepest crevices far inside.
She almost didn't notice the mumbled prayers that continued to pour from his mouth, more nonsensical than ever.
The tingles shot down Sayu's legs, lingering strangely in the tips of her toes, where they could go no further. Her entire body was tensing instinctively, out of her control but in a good way.
She was exhausted, exhausted but giddy, with a kind of bubbling happiness welling up inside her.
His tight abdominal muscles working against her were almost setting her off.
And then that finger snaked between their bodies once more. Sayu whimpered loudly as it found its target and brushed her just right, just right and she arched her back and came hard, with a blinding pleasure, only dimly aware of her legs squeezing his hips tighter than ever before, of the involuntary jerks of her body ( ... )
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He set her on her feet and kissed her once more.
He whispered, "I am sorry that we do not have more time. If you need anything, ask God. It is dangerous to contact me directly, as those who watch God may harm him."
Sayu was still trying to decipher the meaning of his words when he added, "Please, ask God to forgive me. It is possible I have sinned today."
The man was retreating then, and in Sayu's mind various pieces of information were once again coming together in a way she didn't like, in an ugly way, just as before.
It was clear what had happened.
Miracles were unreliable.
Memories were unreliable.
Perceptions and deductions, they were unreliable too. Just because you thought you'd figured something out, it didn't mean... it didn't mean...
Sayu had a sudden memory pop into her head, a crisp-clear scene, even down to the way the clouds rushed over the sun as she stared out the window, the green dress her favorite teacher was wearing, and that teacher's approach to Sayu's desk, impatiently tapping fingernails on the wood to get Sayu's ( ... )
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She was clinging to the rock outcropping, her legs threatening to collapse underneath her, and the stranger was just a gray shape that was beginning to waver and disappear.
That man, he was involved with Kira, somehow, somehow. He'd known. He knew Light was Kira, just as Sayu knew it.
He'd been saying prayers to Kira, while his lips had been on her, his everything pressed to her bare skin, while he'd been inside her.
He'd called her "God's sister." He'd called Kira "God."
Light was Kira. And this man, this man that she'd let defile her, that she'd enjoyed in filthy lust, this man was somehow working with Kira, as an accomplice or a minion.
He needed to be followed, investigated, and stopped from committing further crimes. The proper authorities needed to be alerted before the man got away.
But it all led back to Light, didn't it? And Light would kill, or be killed, or both, with death blooming around him on every side. It was inescapable.
As usual, her mind was putting things together after they happened.
After it mattered.
When it was too ( ... )
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You've sent me from "wait what, how does that pairing even work" to having read and loved what is possibly one of the most amazing fics on this meme.
She would know, or at least suspect... she saw the notebook, she heard it being called a deadly weapon. I've been working on a fic that will involve her coming to this realization about Light, and when I write that part, it will be VERY difficult to not subconsciously leech from this fic because her thought process through this is so similar to what I'd imagined for her, and it's kind of wanting to assimilate into my current headcanon.
Um, so yeah, basically you win the internet.
...My first legible captcha is "epistle achipt." Uhhhhhhhhh.
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Captcha: anoints gravenes
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