Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!
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* 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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Would it throw you too much if Mello were female, too?
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“Pity she ain’t got no tits, though.” Hands cup her chest through her bra, pinch her nipples roughly, smash them firmly against her rib cage. “She’s got enough to do,” someone else says, and tears prickle in Matt’s eyes when Mello doesn’t respond. She’s not sure what she wants him to say. She’s afraid of what he would say. She still wants him to say something“Surely you’re not just going to play with her all day? You want to fuck her, right?” Mello’s voice cuts through the pandemonium, leaving Matt stunned. She sucks harder and tries not to cry. There’s laughter, a hand dragging her leg to the side to expose her more fully, a long tongue stroking from her clit to the base of her spine and making her shiver. The hand on the back of her head presses down and she chokes, pushing against his solid body with both hands for air. A thick cock head presses against her, then in, and even though she’s blown a couple of guys at Wammy’s, hidden in closets or kneeling beside ( ... )
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When she opens them again, she can tell some time has passed. She’s sore and sticky all over, flakes of dried semen crackling on her skin when she moves. Her clothes are torn, heaped at the end of the sofa, and Mello is sitting with her, her head in his lap as he pets her hair.
“Mels?” Her voice is crackly from fellatio, but he pauses, brushing a hand along her ribs.
“You did good,” he says, and irrationally, some part of her swells in pride at the praise.
“You owe me. You owe me so goddamned much you’re gonna be paying it off forever,” she tells him in a tight voice, dragging herself up to lean on his shoulder.
“I know.”
“No, you owe me so goddamned much your kids are gonna be paying it off, and their kids too, probably.”
“It worked, though. You did good. Gave them exactly what they wanted, so now they’ll leave us alone and we can get this thing done.”
“Gave them-! Jesus Christ, Mels, what about me? What about what I wanted ( ... )
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I read a lot here, I mean... A LOT!
And this was one of the best fics so far, srzly!
I adore the filthy mood you created here and the little side-infos from the past at Wammy's.
Really, really, impressive and extremely hot, and also sad and shocking.
Great job!
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Oh god, that last line.
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*hugs author!Anon*
That last line, though...
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