Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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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.

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Blind (1/3)

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When Sanami finally stalked out of the taskforce room to try and recover her breath, Matsuda followed her. She wasn’t exactly surprised. He was like her, disturbed by the torment offered to Misa-Misa and Raito and he wanted to try and help her. She wasn’t sure she wanted the help. He didn’t agree enough. He didn’t speak enough. And she was angry.

“Sanami,” he said, his voice uncertain. “I … I know it’s bad … ”

“Do you?” she said bitterly. “You don’t act like it.”

“I … I don’t … I mean … ” he stumbled, blinking rapidly. “I mean, I know … it … look, I … ”

“How do you think you’d feel?” she interrupted his babble coldly. “If it was you?”

“I’d hate it,” Matsuda mumbled, looking away from her. “I know I’d hate it, I’m sorry, I am but you know we can’t do anything about it … ”

Sanami glared at him. She knew it was unfair to be so angry with Matsuda, it was unfair to take it out on him. He hadn’t locked up Misa-Misa, he wouldn’t have done it like that. But if she didn’t get it out of her somehow, if she didn’t throw her rage out at someone, she’d end up scratching L’s eyes out or hitting the Chief or just doing something stupid and she had to stop herself and Matsuda was there, looking at her with those pleading eyes and so he was just there.

“You want to see what it’s like?” she spat at him. “Do you?”

“I … I don’t know what … ”

She shoved him backwards and he staggered, sitting down on a nearby chair. Hardly thinking, Sanami yanked off her tie, then moved behind him, pulling it tight around Matsuda’s eyes. She thought he might cry out or try to move away but instead, he just sat completely still, hands clamped to the seat of the chair, quivering slightly.

“Is it horrible?” she demanded. “Not knowing where I am? I could do anything to you and you couldn’t stop me! You couldn’t do anything to me. If I tied your hands, it would be worse, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” he whispered. “It … h-horrible.”

She continued to stalk around him, her shoes clicking on the floor. She kept expecting him to get up, to say something but he didn’t. He just stayed huddled in the chair, his head slumped, his breathing coming in gasps and she wasn’t sure if he was terrified out of his mind or just confused. She reached out and touched his cheek and he jumped so hard that he nearly fell off the chair and whimpered softly. She slowly dragged her fingers down his cheek to his throat, trying to suggest the idea that she could do anything and he couldn’t stop her.

“S-sanami-san … ”

Something about his tone caught her attention. She looked at him, looked at him properly. He looked small and terrified and his mouth was quivering. But his cheeks were oddly flushed and his strange little gasps that caught in his throat suggested that he was thinking about something other than the terrors of being tied up. Without thinking, she reached out and stroked his cheek again, carefully, gently. Matsuda gave a faint little whimper and licked his lips, shaking and shivering.

“Sanami … ”

Sanami didn’t let herself think. She leaned down and kissed him roughly and he kissed her back instantly, reaching up to pull her closer. She expected him to reach up to pull off his blindfold but he didn’t. Instead, he simply held her close, kissing with a terrified sort of eagerness that made her shiver. She slid down so she was sitting astride his lap and kept kissing him, wrapping her arms securely round his shoulders. She didn’t know what good it would do, didn’t even really know why she was doing it but she didn’t want to stop and Matsuda clearly didn’t want to either. He kept kissing her, feeling his way nervously up her back with fumbling, sweating hands. She expected him to keep feeling, to do what most men did and grab at her breasts but instead, he simply clung to her shoulders and kept kissing her eagerly.

“Sanami,” he whimpered when she moved away from his mouth for a moment. “Sanami, Sanami, Sanami … ”