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... )
When he came home, his father freaked out when he saw what was around his wrist. Sure, Matsuda knew that his father didn't like feminime things and was glad he had a son and not a daughter, but he didn't quite understand the full of it. Well, he didn't understand the complete story until his mother's explination that he overheard.
“Having a defect doesn't make you a freak of nature!” His mother hissed. “It's not his fault that he was born that way.”
“No son of mine is a half gender!”
“He's not a half gender! He's male! One hundred percent male! It's just that-.”
“You can't say one hundred percent if you're going ot add something too it!”
Marcie ignored him and continued, “It's just that there's an x chromosone carried on his y chromosone! It's rare, but it doesn't effect anything! He's still a boy! Not a half gender!”
They had continued on their argument, but Matsuda had heared enough. The rest of the words had been blocked out from his memory as he tried to reflect on the information given. Two years later, Matsuda came to terms that his father was also homophobic, which also explained his reactions a little bit more. Also, Matsuda had become bisexual in 9th grade, but his defect still didn't effect anything.
“Until now...,” Matsuda whispered as his eyes halfway opened, the sorrel eyes fogged in a daze as he reflected on the past. “Freak of nature?” He huffed through his nose in sadden amusement before he choked out, “G-Guess you were right, Dad.”
Painful tears glossed Matsuda's eyes as trails of cold water fell down his face. He gasped in breaths as the sobs that shook him deprived him of air. With his face red and body shaking, Matsuda's raspy breathing filled the bathroom stall as he blocked everything out and just fell victim to the anguish that filled him.
After a few minutes, Matsuda felt too ashamed to let himself lament any longer. Although his heart still felt heavy and more tears formed in his red, swollen eyes, he tried to push his cries back to muffled whimpers. He weakly coughed and gasped in air soon after as the simple cough seemed to drain him of energy and disrupt his breathing further.
He pushed himself away from the toilet bowl and felt himself wobble momentarily. For a second, he feared he wouldn't even be able to balance himself on his knees. Fortunately, Matsuda knew exactly who the father-er, second father-was. Unfortunately...Matsuda wished it was someone else. It would be a heck of a lot easier if it wasn't with /him/.
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Even now, Matsuda still couldn't explain how it happened. One innocent event lead after another, and suddenly a not so innocent situation took form. It went from flipping through files to bits of smalltalk to a chain of conversation. Then it went from L friendly aiding Matsuda in some of the files to Matsuda's brown eyes locked with L's dark, handsome irises. Oddly enough, things heated up quickly. Every spark that formed became ignited in a fire of passion.
Matsuda could easily recall the overwhelming feeling of being pinned against the lounging couch within the spacey, office room. He remembered how goosebumps swept down his body at the feel of L's teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh of his neck. The way the pads of L's fingers had lightly glided over Matsuda's stripped body had sent pleasurable shivers up his spine. The drugged feeling of the detective being inside him had felt so intoxicating that he couldn't think straight. His dazed gaze had been so foggy it was less work to keep his eyes closed as the man rhythmically slammed into his body. Matsuda had been reminded that choking on air could be exhilarating when overwhelmed with the ecstasy of an orgasm.
However, it was nothing more than a one night stand. They never spoke of it after that. There wasn't even an awkwardness in the air around them. L, being the great detective he is, acted normal around Matsuda. To much of Matsuda's disappointment, it was as if nothing had happened between them at all. He'd admit that he had a slight crush on the sugar addict, so he wasn't surprised by the saddened emotions that swirled inside of him as a result. Matsuda had hoped it'd be a little bit more than just plain sex.
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The black haired man stared at the tile floor before lightly shaking his head. He sniffled and wiped a drying tear from his face. “How am I going to tell L?” He pondered aloud. He had to tell him, right? L had a right to know Matsuda was bearing his child...as odd as it might sound, especially to the logical detective. Would it be easier to not tell L? Then again, it wouldn't be long before Matsuda's stomach would look a bit plumper than usual.
With that thought, Matsuda cringed. The thought of being pregnant wasn't exactly appealing to the man. If anything, it made him feel even more insecure than he already was. His gaze fell down to his stomach as he gently ran a hand down his tummy. He hadn't taken a pregnancy test yet, but he was fairly sure of the truth. This wasn't just some random bug he caught. No, it was definite morning sickness.
An abrupt knock on one of the far stalls caused Matsuda to roughly flinch. “Matsuda, you all right?” It was Aizawa. Quickly becoming nervous, Matsuda felt his heart pounding heavily in his chest. He still looked like a mess after wailing and vomiting. “I-I'm,” Matsuda stopped to clear his throat when his voice cracked. “I'm fine! Uhh, yeah! Sorry! I'll be out in a minute!”
Matsuda looked over to see Aizawa's shoes towards the bathroom's entrance. At least he wasn't coming over to investigate or anything. “All right....Just making sure you didn't fall in or anything.”
A small, humored smile formed on Matsuda's face. “No, I'm fine.”
When the man exited the bathroom, the smile quickly left Matsuda's face. He sighed again before standing, having a bit more strength now. Disliking his now dirtied, dress shirt, Matsuda unbuttoned it and lifted it over his head. He placed the shirt on the back of the toilet before picking up his black, suit jacket that was hanging on the door. Matsuda guessed that no one would probably notice the slight change. If they did, he could always lie and say he hadn't been feeling good all day. They'd probably get onto him and say how he was going to give the flu to the rest of the team, but at least they wouldn't guess the truth behind his sickness.
Hoping no one wouldn't notice his still swollen eyes that looked more of the pinkish side, he stepped out of the stall. Matsuda placed his dress shirt underneath the sink in the corner, believing that no one would take notice of it being there. He'd pick it up when work was over. Then once work was over and everyone was gone, Matsuda planned on telling L the news. Matsuda took in a deep breath as he stared himself down in the mirror in front of him. He sighed and turned to head out. Under his breath he murmured, “I don't think I've had a worse Monday.”
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