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[sorrowswriting]

Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme! (#2)

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.

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Flowering [Part 1]

[anonymous]

Matt was flowering. No mistake about it. He had that special vibrant green tone to his skin that only happened when a person was flowering. Either that, or when a person was a just-sprouted seedling, and Matt was quite obviously no seedling.

It was only natural in such close quarters, what with all the stake-outs and spying and hiding going on, that someone should go into flower. Mello had planned for it, thought he was ready. After all, he'd been intimate with Matt before, sort of. More of the same, right

Flowering [Part 2]

[anonymous]

If Mello had harbored any doubts about Matt's intentions, they had been swept away by the thick, heady scent of Matt's nectar and the action of Matt's quick kiss. As Mello's weakened, half-burned body was held up to the rejuvenating sunlight, he'd surprisingly begun to exude nectar himself, despite being as tired and broken as he was.

Since then, it had been awkward to get down to it. No, it'd been worse than awkward. It'd been downright frustrating. First, there had been the long healing period under sun-lamps, drinking compost tea every hour at Matt's urging, and every night choking down the healthiest soils money could buy.

The entire time, Mello wanted to pull Matt into his bed and pollinate like ragweeds, oh so very much, but his body could only manage to produce trickles of nectar, his stamens wouldn't stand up, and his pistil remained hard, instead of softening and opening to receive the pollen as it should

Flowering [Part 3]

[anonymous]

Matt seemed to sense it and he didn't push, didn't say anything, but his scent was doing the pushing for him, tickling deep in Mello's throat and nose. It was rich and thick, and Mello could just imagine all the nectar that must be flowing into Matt's underwear to cause such intense perfume to linger heavily in the air.

At last, the morning after Mello had been thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could swallow his pride and take the risk of trying once again, he woke up completely ready, no doubt about it. Mello was flowering too, pheromones kicked into overdrive, stamens standing tall, his pistil quivering and soaked, jelly-soft. He could feel the new-furled petals all around the arrangement of his reproductive parts, straining the confines of his boxers, and wondered idly what color the petals would be this time; whether they'd match Matt's when everything crashed together.

"Matt" Mello breathed, and it came out as a girlish moan, quite embarrassing but Mello didn't care, he was ready, he'd waited too long already, and he rolled

Flowering [Part 4]

[anonymous]

Mello nodded then and put away the spray. This was a big commitment, but it felt right. Neither of them had to say, In case one of us dies, there will be something left of our union. Merely thinking it was enough

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[anonymous]

I get two super-fast fills in less than a week!!!!!!