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.

Comments

[anonymous]

Post-series Matsuda/Misa. Needy, clingy, tearful comfort!sex.

[anonymous]

Ohh... I literally just put my hand to my heart and whimpered reading this. This is such an adorable pairing even though I'm a die-hard Matsuda/Sayu shipper... and I can totally see this happening...

Please. Seconded. <3

[anonymous]

Just letting you know I'm working on this, and it looks like it's going to be a small epic.

It also may take a bit. It's... a little emotionally exhausting to write, and I can only do a little at a time. -_-

[anonymous]

OP is late in finding this, but omg thank you. ;_; Please, take as much time as you need with it. Don't push yourself, I understand that it was a difficult and emotionally challenging prompt.

[anonymous]

We could certainly use a Matsuda/Misa small epic. Thank you!

Everything I Touch [1]

[anonymous]

...It had to be me, didn’t it?

Well, it’s not like I didn’t volunteer for it myself.

But... after searching - god, we searched for so long, and I was the one that found him dead-

“I’ll... contact Sachiko. Someone needs to tell Misa,” Aizawa had said quietly into the heel of his hand as he placed his palm over his face. “...Mogi, you’re close with her, right? Do you think you could...?”

Mogi stood frozen, looking away. Through all his stoicism, I could tell he was in pain. He’d also been the one to take care of L after he’d died, hadn’t he?

Finally he spoke up. “I... am not good at expressing sympathy. There’s no way she would feel any comfort if I...”

“I’ll do it, Mogi-san, please don’t worry,” I interrupted. They all looked at me, asking if I was sure - I was an absolute mess when I found him, I was screaming, horrified - but I was sure I wanted to be the one to tell her. I’d lost control earlier, and I had to be strong. And if it was painful, then maybe I deserved it for shooting him like that; god, there was no need for

Everything I Touch [2]

[anonymous]

I heard her footsteps; she paused before opening the door. Her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around me

Everything I Touch [3]

[anonymous]

I was so horrified that I wanted to strike her for saying something so ridiculous, but I could never do such a thing. I took her face in my hands - she was so tiny - my fingers were in her hair, almost pulling at it in desperation. “Don’t ever say that. Do you hear me? Don’t. I don’t ever want to hear that from you.” And perhaps I may as well have struck her, because she looked so incredibly hurt, and I took my hands away and began to apologize

Everything I Touch [4]

[anonymous]

“Do you want... should I stay? Do you want to be left alone? You should probably eat dinner, too... do you need me to get anything for you

Everything I Touch [5]

[anonymous]

None of it seemed real. Even when her hand wandered down my front, unbuttoning my shirt with her cute little fingers and pulling at my tie to guide me on top of her, even when her tongue brushed so skillfully just beneath my ear, finally making me break the sickening silence and realize just how far she intended this to go... even feeling all of this I felt removed from myself. As if I were in a dream, and I knew that without even realizing it, my mind had accepted it as such the moment she said the word “pretend.” It wasn’t real. It didn’t count for anything because it had no presence. It wasn’t even us

Everything I Touch [6]

[anonymous]

As she continued, I mustered all the concentration I had to keep silent, and for reasons that are beyond me, it felt incredible to do that. The determination to give her exactly what she wanted rushed through me like fire

Everything I Touch [7]

[anonymous]

For the next few weeks, she was more comfortable with being alone. It made me sick with worry, but she seemed to be pulling through okay, as much as she could be. She discussed the possibility of returning to acting, but the idea didn’t last very long. Light had told her to retire. She would never go against his words

Everything I Touch [8]

[anonymous]

“Climb on top of me. ...No, like th- pin my shoulders. The zipper is over here.”

I pressed her shoulders into the bed, but it felt wrong. I didn’t want to trap her like that. Why on earth would she want to feel trapped after what he’d done to her?

...But that was what he’d done to her. It was never discussed, but it was painfully obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be me. I was supposed to be him

Everything I Touch [9]

[anonymous]

I pulled her up to me by the shoulders and kissed her, holding her tightly with all my might, and came

Everything I Touch [10]

[anonymous]

Misa... well, I guess this rose is a little late, isn’t it? I mean... I know it looks a little tired; I was supposed to give it to you on Monday for Valentine’s Day. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted it to be the same rose. You know the last thing I wanted to do was make you feel unhappy. I wish I hadn’t. I really do, Misa, and I don’t want you to ever think that we’re better off without you. No one should have ever made you feel that way. I know some people did, and it terrifies me to think that I might have been one of them.

...I’m pretty sure you can’t hear me, though. That’s part of how it all works, isn’t it? I read the rules. Unless they’re all out to trick us... which wouldn’t surprise me... then there’s nothing. I’m just talking to a tombstone, and I would have lost you on Monday no matter what I said, or didn’t say.

Still.

Misa, I’m so sorry.

February 14, 2011

fin

Re: Everything I Touch [10]

[anonymous]

Oh, so sad!

(and IC for both)