Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

Oct 24, 2007 03:02

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... )

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anonymous June 22 2008, 22:30:00 UTC
Mello/girl!Matt

Unexpected survival, Mello and Matt survive the Takada job somehow and take a night to relax together after it. Lots of drinking, either one or both being very drunk, resulting in sex.

Rough!sex, relief, biting, bondage, sex over a table, in a public place... all or some of these would be great!

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[1/3] anonymous April 17 2009, 05:11:51 UTC
[Notes: I think I hit everything you wanted, and have some dirty talk as a bonus. :-) I also feel obligated to say generally: unsafe sex ahead; don't try this at home!]

He wasn't supposed to live.

They had his name, he knew they did, and he was supposed to die in one last "fuck you, I win" to Near and everyone. He waited in the cab of the truck, counting the seconds he had left by his best guess: thirty-nine, forty.

Nothing.

Mello's alive and he doesn't know what to do with himself, which might be why he's here in the back room of a restaurant that looks cheap but isn't, knocking back sake after sake with Matt.

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Matt reached the church in time to see it go up in flames, and she and Mello stood under the dubious cover of the trees and watched, close enough to touch, but in their own separate worlds.

"My car," Matt said, eventually. "I had to ditch my fucking car."

And Mello laughed, because that was so Matt. He knew what she was doing: trying to anchor him back to earth with small, even stupid, concerns. "I'll buy you a new ( ... )

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[2/3] anonymous April 17 2009, 05:14:03 UTC
Mello's pretty sure she'd admit it that easily even sober. And I was ready to leave her behind. She would've cried. "Matty..." The rush of relief that he didn't make her cry-that he would have, and maybe the universe knew better, for once-seems to carry him across the distance between them. He kisses her, more awkwardly than he means to, off-center and sloppy. Matt tumbles into his arms with that crazy cockeyed grace she sometimes has. She tips her head, flicks her tongue out shyly. She tastes like ginger and heat, spring and mist, and Mello would laugh at himself for thinking that if he weren't so busy trying to learn her mouth.

Matt sets her hands on his thighs and kneels up so she's above him, so her hair tickles his face as her kisses get skittery and breathless. That's good, but it seems like an even better idea to take her by the waist, sweep a space clear with a clatter of trays and chopsticks, and lift her onto the table ( ... )

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[3/4, damn comment limit] anonymous April 17 2009, 05:16:57 UTC
He leans over her and whispers against her neck. He's past caring about being quiet, but he likes how his breath makes her shiver. "So." He trails a hand down the center of her chest, letting his nails drag. "You want my hand? My fingers inside you, my thumb on your clit?" He traces the outline of her hip, marveling at how small her bones are. "Or d'you want my mouth?" Nuzzling into her neck now, inhaling deeply. "Mm, I can taste you already."

Matt whimpers and mouths something that looks a lot like "Please."

"Or. D'you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh, God, all of it ( ... )

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[4/4] anonymous April 17 2009, 05:19:13 UTC
"More," Matt says. "Oh god, more." She's pinned and she can't move her legs much, but she rocks her hips up, presses closer. Mello's breath leaves him in a shuddering moan.

Faster, the lights sparkles now at the edge of his vision. Mello whispers drunken endearments and encouragement. "Matty... you feel amazing..." She croons a little half-moan to each, twists her hands to dig her nails into his wrist, and the sting just kicks the heat higher. He's suddenly shockingly close to the edge, but he'll be damned if he isn't going to send Matt over it first. He gets his free hand between them and Matt arches up at once, her eyes going wide. "Fuck, you're gonna make me-"

That's the idea, Mello would say if he could catch his breath, but Matt's shaking and biting her lower lip to keep from getting too loud, and when he feels her start to come, he's right there with her, any thought of gentleness long forgotten. The room seems to spin and right itself. He thinks that's Matt going to his head more than the booze, and then he can't think at all ( ... )

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not OP anonymous April 17 2009, 05:28:31 UTC
oh, UNF.

I don't usually like het but GOD this was hot!

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Re: [4/4] anonymous April 17 2009, 13:22:01 UTC
This is wonderful - superbly written and hot to boot. Meow, kitty.

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not op either anonymous April 18 2009, 04:36:52 UTC
Mmm, good het, nice job. I feel bad about Matt's car too.

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OP! anonymous April 20 2009, 19:06:05 UTC
Ohhh Gawd, anon, that was delicious. Praise be to you! Everything was so perfectly done! *rereads forever*

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anonymous April 20 2009, 22:17:02 UTC
OH GOD, YES! I have been haunting this request, hoping for AGES< and this fic is GLORY. THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUU

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Re: [4/4] anonymous October 25 2009, 18:27:42 UTC
*Thud*

Late anon is late, but this was AWESOME.

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