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.

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Game Over [part 2]

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Matt didn’t say anything. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Mello was still staring at him.

“What do you want from me?” Matt asked.

Mello felt startled.

“You know it very well,” she said. “That’s the only thing we’ve been talking about today.”

“But why me? You could ask anyone you want. You could easily get someone more useful to help you. Don’t you remember what I’m like? I’m just the guy with the games. I even have dreams about games.”

What are you thinking right now? Mello asked him silently.

They didn’t say anything for a while. As the silence grew thicker between them Mello felt more and more anxious. Soon she couldn’t take it anymore and she would explode. She should do something to prevent that. She didn’t want to have to spend all of her savings for fixing the toilet.

“Why are you like that?” Mello almost shrieked.

Matt didn’t say anything. Mello got closer to him. In a corner of her mind a little thought was laughing at the image of her looming over Matt like a thunderstorm ready to throw a lightning at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she shouted.

She had crabbed Matt’s collar unconsciously. She let go of him and backed off.

“I could ask you the same,” Matt said.

His face hadn’t changed a bit and he still wasn’t looking at her. Mello took a deep breath to calm down her heart that was beating much more rapid than it was supposed to. Images of Matt kept flooding to her mind. Matt looking straight through her when he said “hi”, Matt focusing on his cigarettes instead of her words, Matt staring out of the window and sipping his coffee like he was there all alone. How much different he used to be, looking in her eyes when she was sucking him off, tangling his fingers in her hair, whispering in her ear as they lay next to each other in the darkness.

“What do you mean?” Mello asked, her voice dripping with despise.

Matt took his time before saying anything. He spoke slowly, his voice was very quiet and Mello had to really focus if she wanted to hear him.

“You leave without telling me and disappear for years before contacting me,” he said. “And the only thing you want to ask me is if I would help you with whatever it is you’re doing.”

“And what the fuck is wrong with that?” Mello asked.

“Fuck this,” Matt spat and suddenly got up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mello shouted.

She took hold of Matt and wouldn’t let him move. She forced him against the wall and looked straight into his eyes. She felt anger building inside her, she really wanted to see him suffer, she wanted to see his bloody face looking up to her and begging for forgiveness. Mello saw it in her mind, Matt lying on the floor, raising his fearful eyes while a single tear forces it way through the blood on his cheek. And he looks at her, he looks at her with that face and suddenly she’s staring at herself.