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... )
“Do … can Death Gods come into Nothingness?” he whispered and when Raito shook his head, he pressed more tightly into Raito’s hand. “Then I’d better not die, had I?”
“No,” Raito agreed. “No, it’s better not to die, Matsuda-san.”
For a moment, he sounded almost sad and Matsuda felt his heart contract with sadness and guilt and without thinking about it, he half lifted himself up and pressed his mouth gently against Raito’s lips. Raito didn’t move and Matsuda pulled away, suddenly ashamed.
“S-sorry … ”
“You’re a strange man, Matsuda-san,” Raito said. “Very strange.”
“I … yes, I … sorry … ”
Raito leaned over him. His mouth engulfed Matsuda’s and Matsuda moaned without meaning to because it had been so long, so long since someone kissed him and oh, that felt so very, very good, he’d missed that so much and oh, it was Raito, and he’d wanted Raito and Raito was so beautiful, even now, maybe more than ever now and oh …
“I’m not sure this is what’s meant,” Raito murmured breaking away.
“I don’t care,” Matsuda said dizzily. “I don’t care about anything any more.”
“No. I know you don’t.”
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“Shinigami can’t have sex,” Raito said quietly.
“N-no?” Matsuda panted. He was clasped in gentle arms and covered in feathers and soft, purple-red lips was tracing a path down his throat.
“No. One of the many rules that govern us. Not with each other, not with humans.”
His fingers were so long, so soft, playing over Matsuda’s body. His body wasn’t warm like a human’s would be but Matsuda felt hot, too hot, so the soft coolness of Raito’s body was comforting, soothing like water.
“What … what happens if you do …?” he whispered, stretching his legs out, lifting his hips against Raito’s.
“I think we’re punished,” Raito said softly, his tongue tracing patterns on Matsuda’s chest. “With pain and torment. And since it takes a while for us to die, that can last a human life time … ”
“O-oh … ”
Raito slid lower and Matsuda reached out to run his fingers through the feathers, closing his eyes. He supposed it was selfish but as long as Raito didn’t stop, he didn’t think he minded Raito suffering a human life time of pain. For the first time, for the first time in so, so long, he was feeling again. He was alive.
“Please don’t stop,” he whispered and Raito’s tongue ran up the inside of his leg, soft and wet and, oh …
“Kira …” Raito murmured and his wings flexed, feathers all around and Matsuda gave a bliss-filled cry and arched his body towards Raito and Raito obliged him, delicate and careful and avoiding hurting Matsuda with those perfect teeth and his body might be cold but the inside of his mouth was hot, hot like embers and Matsuda cried in pain and longing as exquisitely pointed nails dug into his skin and seemed to go right down to his soul.
“I need … I need, I need, please Raito, I need …!”
“I am not what you need,” Raito whispered. “Matsuda-san, you must see that I am not what you need … ”
“No! No, I need you, please, please, Raito!”
Raito made a soft, crooning noise in his throat and his fingernails loosened their grip on Matsuda’s hips and he continued to lick, long steady licks all over and Matsuda half-sobbed with want as those wonderful long, thin fingers began to probe at him, carefully penetrating him. He felt a brief flicker of fear that those little pointed nails would cut him but Raito was far too careful for that and all Matsuda felt was hopeless, desperate pleasure.
“I love you,” he said afterwards as the Shinigami crouched beside him, stroking his hair and face gently. “I love you, please never leave me … ”
“As long as the Notebook is yours,” Raito said quietly. “I will never leave you.”
Matsuda smiled. He closed his eyes and lay against Raito’s body, letting sleep wash over him. Everything was all right now. He had Raito.
He would never be by himself now.
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/brb brain failed.
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Love, love, this story.
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