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[theleg]

Week 2: Mirror sex, edging - L x (fem)reader

@dnkinktober

ao3 account: ArsonistsXD (its satire, I swear)

You sit in a grayish room, one that resembles a jail cell. There are no windows, and you’re sitting

in a chair, completely tied up. After a small tug you learn that there's no way to move.

You hear a slight buzz, then a voice comes in through what seems like an intercom. The voice has a robotic filter over it.

"You have been put under suspicion for being the Second Kira. All of the evidence that we have gathered points toward you. Do you want to confess?” the electronic voice asserts.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. I have absolutely no relation to Kira or the Second Kira!” you stammer, looking at the security camera placed in the right corner of the cell.

“Don’t try to lie. I know it’s you, everything we have gathered shows that you are Kira," says the man through the voice filter. There’s a hint of certainty and confidence that leaks out. You just shake my head, shocked at the bizarre situation you’re in.

Never once had you ever even considered helping Kira. Not that you could, you have no connection to them. But whoever is speaking to you thinks otherwise, and it's your job to prove your innocence. After gathering your thoughts, you speak again.

"I don't know who you are, or why you're accusing me of this, but you're wrong. I would never do such an awful thing," you claim, your voice coming off as more confident then you feel.

"We'll see about that," the voice says dismissively. You scan over the plain gray room with hopes of finding where the voice is playing from, but it seems to be hidden. You have no idea why there would be a need to hide a speaker, but there's probably a good reason.

You lean back into your chair, trying to get comfortable within the restraints. There's no point in replying, so you just sit back and relax. You can't think of any way to prove you're not some insane murder's psychotic copycat, but there's absolutely no way this robo-guy can prove something that isn’t true. For now, all you can do is stare at the wall, looking as pissed off as you feel.

"Now, tell me about your home life. Oh, and any friends, or connections you may have," the voice orders after realizing you had no reply.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you shot back. You figure that if you’re going to stay tied up in this dull room, you might as well have fun with it.

"Yes, I would like to know. While I already know most of your daily routine and hobbies, it would be nice to know what you do in more detail. Maybe you could make me familiar with your acquaintances," whoever is speaking must be either stupid, or such a wreck socially to have not caught onto the sarcasm. Or they're just ignoring it.

"Creep.." you mutter under your breath, with no intention to answer any questions. You find no point in answering things this stranger already knows, it's not like you have any secrets.

"This will go by faster if you cooperate with us," they say, having a frustrated undertone to their voice. You assume they'd rather do anything than be dealing with your shit, but they stay anyway.

"Don't care. I'd cooperate if you hadn't accused me of something I didn't do," you roll your eyes, wanting to be here no more than the voice. Nobody is happy with this.

"Don't give me that, as I've said, all evidence I've gathered points toward you. Your schedule, your connections, even your personality," they list these out with what can only be confidence shining through the robotic tone.

"I'm not a killer," you spit, your voice growing annoyed and irritated. Before the person you had been talking to can respond, you can hear faint talking on the other end. By straining your ears, you make out small words like 'wrong' and 'out'.

The talking on the other end continued for a few moments. After a bit, it stops, then the voice cuts back on to your room.

"I’m sorry. It seems you have been telling the truth. One of our very incompetent members had gotten you mixed up with our true target. We will let you out, but it will take a few minutes," a rush of both anger, and relief rushes through you.

Before you can respond, an older man with a white mustache comes into the room and starts to untie your restraints. He looks polite enough, so you figure some conversation would be nice.

"Were you the one on the other end?" you ask, voice now more polite.

"Oh, no, you were talking to the lead detective, I’m just the middleman," he says with a chuckle. I give a soft hum in response to acknowledge him.

"Am I gonna meet this lead detective? I'd like to know who had me tied up here. I've heard that ‘L’ is the head of the Kira case. It’s him, isn’t it?" you ask, wanting to know the asshole that had you restrained in this room for a solid thirty minutes. The old man hesitates for a moment as he finishes untiring you, before the robotic voice cuts back on.

"I would not mind meeting you. And yes, I am L," they say, before cutting off again.

The older man helps you up and leads you out of the room, through several locked doors. The room he takes you to is full of monitors, and is considerably big. But, the thing that stands out the most to you is black-haired man, sitting strangely in a chair.

"Watari, please give us a moment," The man says to who you now know as Watari. Watari nods and exits the room, leaving just you and the black haired man, who you now notice also had huge eye bags.

"I'd like to apologize to you. It was our task force member, Matsuda, who had gotten you mixed up with the correct suspect. I am L, the one speaking to you while you were tied up," he speaks about Matsuda with a hint of venom, which in this case, you think you would too.

"Well, at least I get an apology. And it would be great from someone like you," you say with a teasing tone. L looks like he's dying, but for some reason, you find him really, really attractive. He may be the “World’s Greatest Detective,” but what bad could it be to flirt just a little?

"Someone like me?" He asks, not picking up on the flirting tone.

"Well yeah, someone attractive, like you," you explain to the clearly uneducated man. This causes him to look a little surprised, with a light tint of red creeping onto his cheeks.

"You think I'm attractive?" L questions. It's at this moment you realize that you could have a lot of fun messing with him.

"Well who wouldn't? I won't be surprised if you were good in bed too," you smirk as you say this. A part of you didn't want to go that far, but the rest of you wanted to mess with this slightly pathetic detective.

"I don't know if I am, I've never done.. that.. before," he chews on his thumb nail as he talks, the red tint on his cheeks becoming more notable. You had assumed he was a virgin, honestly, but you don't care. It just makes it easier for you to tease him.

"Would you want to?" you ask, under the assumption he'll decline. You wouldn't mind if he said yes, of course, but you've known him for maybe forty minutes. To your surprise, he gives a small nod.

"Yes, I'd like to see what it's like.. and you seem like a good option for it," his tone makes it sound like he isn’t talking about fucking a person he just met, let alone someone he had been interrogating.

"Alright, where's the bedroom then?" you ask with a slight smirk. You’re astounded that he agreed, but now that he accepted you have to go through with it. L stands up and starts walking, waving for you to follow.

"Follow me, it’s.. up these stairs,” he states, still continuing to awkwardly gesture toward where to go. You follow, an amused smile on your face at how nervous he seems.

You walk up a flight of stairs and he opens a small, white door for you. He lets you enter before he follows behind and closes the door.

"How do we start..?" He asks, clearly flustered. You reply by grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning over him.

"Do you wanna start slow?" you ask, not wanting to overwhelm the detective.

"Yes please.." he looks down as he responds in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"Alright, I'll start us off slow," you lean down and plant a soft kiss on his lips, making him grow weaker under you. You put a finger under his chin to make him lift his head more as you deepen the kiss.

You stay like that for a few moments, before you pull back, making him look disappointed. Noticing this, you lean back in for another, more aggressive kiss. This time, you open your mouth just enough for him to do the same. You slip your tongue into his warm mouth and he begins to catch on, letting his tongue and movements become fluid.

As both of you make out, you use both of your hands to lift up L's shirt. You both part lips for just a moment to take his shirt off, then continue to kiss.

Your hands run over his bare chest, feeling every bit you can put your hands on. Each part of his body is thin and boney, but you don't care, you love all bodies. You break the kiss once more to move down and start planting small kisses down his neck, causing him to softly whine.

You both stay like that for what feels like forever, before you feel him hardening under you, causing you to smirk. You run a hand over his crotch as you kiss and he shivers.

"Please.. I need more than this.." L says, his voice weak and nervous. You stare at him for a moment before getting an idea.

"Alright, of course," you pull him up with force and push him face first against the body mirror in the bedroom. "But you get to watch yourself," you add with a smirk. He gives a meek nod, not willing to fight it.

You press yourself against his back and unzip his pants, then pull them down, including his underwear. You can now see just how hard he's gotten from everything.

You run your finger lightly over the blunt tip, making him moan softly. His moans are a lot quieter than you thought they'd be. Before he's about to ask you to start, you wrap your hands firmly around his dick and start stroking him. He arches his back with pleasure, trying to keep his eyes away from the mirror he's pressed against.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be this big, L. I was underestimating what you were hiding in those baggy jeans..” you tease. He twitches in your hand, so you assume he’s enjoying it.

As you use one hand to stroke him with a slowly increasing pace, you use your other hand to grab his chin and make him look at himself. This pulls him closer to the edge, his moans getting slightly louder.

"You're doing good," you murmur with a soft smirk on your face as you keep your grip from around his cock.

Just before he's about to cum, you pull your hand away. He looks back at you, both confusion and lust apparent on his face.

"You're not gonna finish just yet," you whisper in his ear. L looks upset, but he knows he's in no place to argue with you.

You get in front of L and kneel in front of him, so he's still facing the mirror as you face his throbbing dick. He stares down at you with anticipation, clearly in want of release.

You give his dick a long lick on its underside and kiss his tip teasingly. You plant small kisses up and down his length, making him whine. Watching him grow this needy was amusing, but you couldn't blame him for being so overstimulated. You wrap your lips around the head and move down from there.

You're fitting more and more into your mouth, before L bucks his hips forward and bottoms out in your mouth. You softly moan onto his dick as you start to slowly bobbing your head on it. L continues to moan and whine, becoming completely undone at your touch.

You continue to pick up speed for a few more moments before L leans forward, keeping himself up by leaning on your head as he pants and moans. Originally, you were going to keep edging him for a lot longer, but knowing this is his first time, you keep going until he cums in your mouth. You swallow it, then stand to help him stay up.

"Are you okay?" you ask, hoping none of this was too much for his first time. He gives a subtle nod.

"You can sit on the bed, I'll set up a bath for you," you tell him before walking into the bathroom connected to the room. As you're turning on the bath, L walks in and kisses you softly, and you kiss him back. He breaks the kiss and looks in your eyes.

“I enjoyed what we did tonight,” L voices as he looks at you with a rare smile. He reaches his arms out to what seems like the beginning of a hug, so you wrap your arms around him in return.

“I’m glad that I could be of service,” you reply, gently holding the detective with a warm grin.

[theleg]

Week 1: Masochism/Sadism, Knife-play - Light + Mikami

@dnkinktober

Mikami gets a call on his phone. He picks up his phone, reading "Takada" on it while it buzzes in his hand. He eagerly picks up, knowing that Kira would be on the other side. 

"Mikami, I appreciate your hard work. If you are not already occupied, I'd like you to come to Room 213 of the Teito Hotel within Tokyo. You will not need a key, I have set it up so you can walk right in," says the hushed voice over the phone. 

Mikami's face lights up instantly. This has been his dream ever since he had learned about Kira’s existence. He's always wanted to meet Kira, especially now that he's his right-hand man. Mikami can only hope that this meetup is a reward for his labor. 

"Yes, yes of course. I will be there as soon as I can," Mikami replies just before he hangs up, almost unable to contain his excitement.

Mikami doesn't bother getting into nicer clothes, instead slipping on his shoes and rushing out the door. He hops into his car, which was parked in his driveway and quickly begins to drive towards the hotel.

It takes about twenty-five minutes for him to get there. He was meant to get there within thirty, but he had sped. It was a miracle no cops had pulled him over, he had even ran a red light, but the cops that monitor traffic in his area are known for being exceptionally lazy.

Mikami parks his car in the parking lot and takes a deep breath to compose himself before entering. He wanted to present his best self for Kira, the one he considered God. A small part of Mikami wished that he had fixed himself up a little more, but the other part of him that cared about nothing other than meeting Kira had overpowered it.

After sitting in silence for a few moments, Mikami walks into Teito Hotel, and goes to the elevator, giving a slight nod to one of the workers he passes by.

He presses the button to the second floor and waits for a few moments for it to go up. When he reaches the floor, he exits the elevator, passing by a mother holding a toddler who was complaining about having to leave. Mikami wanders the maze-like floor for maybe five minutes before finding room 213. 

He hesitates before giving a knock to indicate he was there and walking in. The first thing he sees is a beautiful man with golden, dirty blonde hair sitting in an expensive, red arm-chair. The moment the man lays eyes on Mikami, he smirks.

"Teru Mikami, hello. I'm glad that you came to meet me. I am, as you know, Kira. But for tonight only, you can call me Light," Light asserts. The man that Mikami now knows as Light gets up and walks over to him after speaking. 

Light stops in front of him and looks him up and down. 

"I wanted to reward you for all the toiling work you have provided for me." When he says this, Mikami's face flushes a light pink. The way Light spoke felt almost sensual.

"Thank you..! It is an honor to just be in your presence!" Mikami said, completely in awe. His voice was weaker than it normally was, being too shocked to speak clearly.

"Please, take a seat. I would like to talk," Light gestures to the sofa, which was across from the chair he had previously been sitting in. Mikami eagerly walks to the sofa and takes a seat. 

Instead of sitting next to, or across from him, Light stands in front of him. This confuses Mikami, making him look up at Light with a questioning expression. Light looks down at him with a smirk in response.

"Now, Mikami, what would you like your reward to be? it can be anything you'd like, so please, do not hold back," Light hushed. His voice had a husky tone to it, making Mikami's face heat up just a little more.

Anything? He doesn't know what he wants. Mikami would be happy with anything, but was there anything specific that he wanted? Of course, he would love it if he could kiss him, maybe even do something more, though he was too scared that Light would reject his request to ask. 

"I don't know, I would be okay with anything," Mikami responds after a moment of silence. 

"Are you sure? Would you like me to pick?" Light suggested, his voice almost mocking. Mikami nods in response, his face turning a deeper red as he lets his mind wander.

"Oh? What if I wanted to hurt you? Would you allow that?" Light taunted as his voice grew deeper, a hint of yearning behind it. This makes Mikami's face flush even more than before. 

Mikami never considered himself to be a masochist, but the thought of letting Light hurt him and being in full control of him drove his mind crazy. He would gladly let Light hurt him. 

"Yes, I would.." Mikami bashfully replied. His voice was nothing more than a murmur. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he really did want Light to hurt him. 

"Well, I can certainly work with that," Light coos. Before Mikami can say anything, Light leaves the room for a short moment and comes back with something in his right hand. Mikami's eyes scan the item for a second before realizing that it's a knife. The idea of Light using a knife on him makes Mikami feel almost weak in the knees. Or maybe it's just a boner.

"What's.. that..?" Mikami asks, although he already knows the answer. 

"It's for later, don't worry about it now," he tells Mikami. Shortly after, Light lays the knife on the couch, parallel to Mikami. He hovers above him, supporting himself with his two arms. 

Then, without warning, Light plants a gentle kiss on Mikami's lips. Mikami takes a moment to process what happened, then starts to kiss back. Light bites Mikami's bottom lip gently, making the touch deprived man groan softly. Mikami opens his mouth just enough for Light to slip his warm tongue inside.

The two make out for another minute when Light pulls away and grabs the collar of Mikami's shirt, then positions him so that Mikami is standing up. Light sits down on the couch, having the knife within grabbing distance, and smirks at Mikami. 

"On your knees," Light orders, his voice becoming significantly more stern. 

Mikami obeys immediately and gets on his knees, right in front of Light's bulging crotch. Light had his legs spread just enough for Mikami to tell he was already excited. 

"Do you want me to.." Mikami doesn't finish his sentence, too nervous and flustered. Instead, he looks from Light's crotch to his eyes. Light gives him a nod, indicating he wants Mikami to give him a blowjob. 

"You're sure..? I've never.. I've never done this before.." he warns Light. There's a small part of him that doesn't think it's a good idea, but the rest of him loves the idea of his lips wrapped around Light's dick. 

"I'm sure. You'll do what I tell you to, or else," Light lets the threat hang in the air, glancing over at the knife for emphasis. 

"Okay.." The older man says as moves his trembling hands to the zipper of Light's pants. He hesitates, then unzips them. 

Light moves his left hand up to Mikami's head and grabs a handful of hair roughly. Light lifts his hips slightly, just allowing Mikami’s hands to lift his boxers down and off.

Light's already erect cock springs out, making Mikami all the more excited. Using the hand tangled in Mikami's hair, Light pushes his head down, even closer to his unclothed crotch.

Mikami eagerly takes about half in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. Every time he goes back down, he takes a little more of Light into his mouth. When Light is close to bottoming out, Mikami gags, unable to take it all at once. Light grips his hair harder, then uses his other hand to grab the knife. 

"If you gag, or fail to please me, I will punish you," Light warns. Mikami has now completely stopped moving, and looks up at him with begging eyes, wanting both for Light to be gentle, and to use the knife.

Light then takes the knife and lightly drags it across Mikami's neck. The black haired man can only shutter in response, his mouth still half full with Light's throbbing dick. 

"I never told you to stop," Light's voice was almost hypnotizing, making Mikami immediately start sucking again. Light lets out small groans, pushing down on the other man's head so he would take more. 

Mikami whines at the size of Light, visibly struggling to not gag. This excites Light even more, though, making him push down on Mikami's head even harder. The moment Light gets closer to the back of his throat again, he gags, unable to control himself. 

Light smirks down at him and shakes his head disapprovingly. He pulls Mikami off of him and grabs the knife once again. Mikami looks disappointed when pulled off, but doesn't fight it. 

"Sit," Light orders as he stands up, now towering over the crouched man. Mikami scrambles onto the couch and sits down, his mind clouded with nothing but Light and his undying desire for him. 

Light takes a step closer to him and lifts up his shirt, then holds the knife to his chest. This makes Mikami much hornier. Light slightly drags the sharp tip of the knife across Mikami's now bare chest, leaving a white line.

"You can press the knife in deeper.." Mikami mumbles embarrassedly.

"You want to bleed?" Light asks with an amused, almost teasing tone. Mikami just nods, avoiding eye contact.

"If that's what you want," Light says mockingly. He presses the knife deeper into the other man, just enough for blood to begin to trickle out. Mikami responds with a mix between a moan and a whine, the tent in his pants much more obvious now. 

Light carves a heart into Mikami's chest then puts the knife down. He admires his work for a short moment before standing back up.

"You look better like that," Light smiles. "Now, back on your knees," Mikami immediately gets back down again.

Light walks over to him and grinds his foot onto Mikami's crotch roughly, making Mikami loudly moan. The opening Mikami creates is just large enough for Light to slip his cock back into his mouth.

Instead of letting Mikami suck, Light starts to pump in and out roughly, making the bleeding man gag and choke. Light softly groans, pressing his foot harder onto Mikami's bulge.

This continues on for about three minutes, before Light cums down Mikami's throat. Light forces Mikami to stay still and swallow as he finishes. After Light finishes, he lets Mikami pull back, cum dripping from his mouth as he pants.

Light lets him breathe for a few seconds, then pushes him down onto his back and pins him with his foot. He crouches over Mikami while keeping a foot on his chest, smirking at him. 

"You seem to be enjoying this," Light's voice is low and seductive. He gets on his knees, over the other man so that his legs are on both sides of Mikami.

"Yeah.." Mikami mumbles, wiping the cum off his chin with his arm. He props himself up with his elbows. He shuffles a little, needing stimulation. Light notices how desperate he's becoming and leans toward him, their lips almost touching. 

"Please.." He begs, wishing Light wouldn't tease him so much. 

"Hmm, fine," Light leans in and kisses him roughly, making the other man moan softly. As they kiss, Light moves his hands down and unbuckles Mikami's belt and pulls down his pants and boxers, causing him to take a sharp breath due to his abrupt nakedness.

Light then pulls back and positions himself and Mikami. Mikami is on his back on the couch and Light is standing with the older boy's legs on his shoulders. Light positions himself, then quickly thrusts inside of Mikami, earning a moan from him. 

Light continues to thrust in and out of Mikami for the moment, with Light letting out grunts and moans and Mikami whining and begging for more. Both of the men feel an intense sensation that can mean only one thing. Mikami shoots a web of cum onto Light's lower abdomen and Light follows, releasing into Mikami’s hole. 

Light stays there for a moment, panting, then pulls out. He grabs a handful of Mikami's hair, then drags him off of the couch and onto the floor. 

"You can sleep there for the night," Light says coldly, before walking into the bathroom. Mikami just lays on the ground, trying to catch his breath as he drifts off to sleep. 

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