Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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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.

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Verified [Part 3]

[anonymous]

"They could use the death note. They cannot make you say things about a specific person, but they could force you to, for example, tell all your secrets. I understand it wouldn't be your choice. We need to guard against that possibility."

God had said, "we."

The thoughts inspired by that one word were thrilling almost beyond belief. First, God had willing shared his power, and now he was talking like... like they were a team. Mikami rolled his head around slightly, stretching, and those two fingers left his shoulder. He ached from their absence, but he didn't dare ask for them to return. No, that wouldn't do. Instead, he shifted slightly in place against his bonds. The pressure between his legs was quite intense, his penis hard and throbbing but compressed and folded. It was intolerable not to move, not to squirm, and yet every movement was additional stimulation, increasing the hardness.

God said, "I think we understand each other very well, but there is one area where you are lacking. You are impatient, Mikami."

Mikami said, "Please instruct me. I will do your will."

God was pacing then as he talked, the sound of his voice approaching and receding, with those soft, precise footsteps padding along the carpet and turning to come back, and then going again. The sound of the voice was mesmerizing, and Mikami concentrated on it fiercely. Every word was precious, every last syllable was to be treasured, to form a memory that would be taken out over and over again for savoring, to be relished intensely. Mikami couldn't help rocking very slightly inside the ropes that bound him to the chair, an almost imperceptible motion. It was maddening but gratifying all at once, the tight friction, the rising pressure.

As God paced, that mesmerizing voice said, "Mikami, I agree with what you are doing. You have the right ideas, you have splendid ideas, you are simply moving too fast. The world's opinion is important. First, I judged only the major criminals, then as society began to accept those judgments I added lesser criminals as well. You have anticipated my thoughts perfectly. I do eventually wish to add even the most minor criminals along with lazy, unproductive people who are a drain on society. But, that must wait. Each new idea must be presented in the best possible way, so society will accept it completely and smoothly. Otherwise, it will create chaos and trouble, and cause support for enemies of Kira to grow. I have a plan. I wish to do the same things you are doing now, but my plan is gradual. Patience is the only quality you lack. Everything else about you is more perfect than I ever expected."