#deathnote x reader

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Proficiency has four stages- unconcious incompetancy, concious incompetance, unconcious competance and concious competance. Prodigies don't follow these stages. Prodigies follow their own stages- unconcious competance, concious competance, unconcious excellence, aware excellence- and finally the dangerous point in every prodigies life called the plateau.

To plateau is to reach the highest point of achievement. There's nothing further. The plateau is deadly. Boredom is deadly. You had ten years of glorious investigation, flipping over every rock in the darkest corners of the world all to satiate your own mind.

It was the one damn thing you thought you could escape by chasing the criminals of the world. You thought that by chasing people that you could never grow bored. But even the most creative criminals and killers still follow patterns.

Pattern recognition is what you're best at.

So you've grown bored.

Four years of doing what felt like nothing, locking up clumsy monsters who oculdn't cover their tracks because what else was there?

And then, someone dies of a heart attack. Not that you knew when it happened. You were continents away, slumped in a chair, eyes boring into your screen as data poured in. But that man? The first? The daycare hostage? He marked the birth of a new equal. Of your new life.

You have been born again, not of flesh and bone, but of spirit, soul, and love- through the action of what will come to be known as Kira.

Light Yagami is a beautiful portrait of lies, artfully put together to show the world what he wants and nothing more. He's also the first person you've ever met who truly matches you. He matches you in the two ways that matter; drive and intellect.

He's Kira- but that doesn't matter. Not when you've spent the last sixteen years chasing down killers, frauds, pedophiles, and every kind of criminal under the rocks for your own entertainment. For your own intellectual stimulation.

For your own ego.

Nothing is better than the feeling of victory, the knowledge that you are the best, a god amongst the pathetic average men of the world. Near, Beyond, Mello, Abel- none of them could ever match you. Ever. Thats why you are the favored- the chosen one.

But now- WIth Light Yagami- every morning feels like a new fight. A new game to play. Feels worth it.

Cruel eyes and thoughts hidden by dazzling smiles and honey sweet words, it makes your head spin. You've never been good with manipulating people, the rolling and easy shifting it takes to keep every happy enough to do as you say....

You've never been good at that. But to see him do it so effortlessly, he writhes and shifts like an octopus blending into his suroundings- warping others perceptions of him like a fun house mirror. But in Kira's workings you see between the cracks.

L, did you know, Gods of death love apples?

The puzzles he throws at you are delightful- connected only in the most sporadic ways if connected at all- he's playing the game like he knows you. And at this rate he might as well, you're cut of the same cloth- monsters of the mind.

Constantly expanding, hungering for competition, to prove something to yourself. But now- to him. He hungers to prove he's smarter, ten steps ahead, and you?

You hunger for companionship. You've never met a monster so beautiful, if only you could show him that you care more about him than the crimes. Mass homicide means nothing- not to you. Not when you could spend eternity with him at your side.

At your side.....

"L- these chains are ridiculous!" Soichiro shouts, You hum, offering the other cuff to Light, they rattle.

Light studies your face- not that he'll find anything meaningful. "Dad, she's already explained her reasoning. Trust her, besides if anything happens to either of us we'll be safer together." He takes the cuff and clicks it into place on his wrist.

He smiles at you, "I trust L," he says with a dazzling smile, and honey sweet words. You've never liked honey- more partial to the taste of sugar cane. You lick your lips and reach for a sugar cube.

But perhaps you could grow accustomed.

The rest of the day passes easy, and you gesture for Light to walk with you to your room. The chains scrape on the tile. "L, why do you need me to be by your side?"

The phrasing makes your heart race, "What do you mean? You know why. I need to keep an eye on you, a personal eye." Lights left brow twitches up, a micro expression that anyone would miss if they didn't spend hours pouring over the camera feed from his bedroom.

He doesn't believe you. No matter, you're working slowly. "Light, I've had a few modifications made to my private room to accomadate you."

He raises a brow, a simple prompt to continue. "I- historically- have not used a traditional shower. However, I have had one added to the room as you aren't familiar with my.... unconventional method."

He huffs a soft laugh. "alright, what else?"

Well, "I've ordered a bigger bed." You see the micro-expansion of his eyes, interesting. He hadn't thought of that- is he.... flustered?

"i see, have you had my belongings sent here?" A simple redirection, "Of course I have Light. I wouldn't want you to live uncomfortably."

You open the door with your fingerprint- Light's is also programmed in to the door but no one else can enter. You glance to Light, he raises a perfectly plucked brow, you blink once, answering his unanswered question.

Your room is simple, a large mahogany four poster with black sheets and pillows. To the right a bathroom, and the left is a wall of screens with a keyboard. Lights eyes scan the room, they linger on the computer. "You have your own set of access codes." It's another game, he'll have to figure them out.

Light hums, but there's a spark in his eyes, any challenge from L is a worthy one- and an exciting one at that. You chuckle and raise a brow. "Your belongings have already been sorted, clothes in the dresser, toiletries in the bathroom. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

"a generous host if there ever was one." He murmurs.

It's been a few months, Light has been sleeping peacefully beside you, and you're slowly working at him. Trailing your hands where they dont belong, eyes watching even when indecent, showing him what a good team you two would take- how easily you could take the world into your palms.

Light sighs and looks to you from his chair, "L, we need to bathe. You live like an animal."

You chuckle, "we showered two nights ago, did we not?"

"a bath, L." There's something in his voice that makes you look over to him. Perhaps it's the sugar sweet way he says your 'name'.

You look over, his legs are crossed, chin held in his palm, his free hand twirls the chain rythmically. Clink, Clink, Clink. In time with your heartbeat.

You meet his eyes, they're red, cruel, challenging. Your mouth goes dry, your eyes flicker across his face- searching for an answer.

His lip barely twitches into a smirk- but to you its as if he's shouting his confirmation to you. "A shower instead perhaps?" You say finally.

He hums, "acceptable." His eyes shine with victory- and you're hopelessly charmed- because this means you've also won. All the work- culminates tonight.

Either Light is going to be honest for the first time in his life-

Or he's going to kill you with his bare hands.

What a confession that would be.

You both stand, walking to the bathroom. You unclasp the cuffs- regardless of how this goes you won't need them anymore. Light hums and methodically unbuttons his shirt. you pop the utton to your pants and they drop unceremoniously with a soft thump. Your eyes flick to Lights exposed chest, he slides his button up off his shoulders, exposing the softly tanned skin.

He really is beautiful.

His eyes flick to yours, he raises a brow. Without thinking you tug your shirt up and off, leaving you in black boxers that hang off your hips. He hums and leans back against the sink, his hands move to his jeans and he slowly unbuttons them. You swallow thickly, eyes fixed on his deft fingers and the secrets they reveal.

It's not the first time you've seen eachother nude, far from it. But...

But this is purposeful.

He gently thumbs his zipper open and your eyes widen- he hadn't been wearning anything beneath. You meet his eyes- he's smirking like hes won. Belated you realize he might've- because if this feeling is loss- you don't mind. Not at all.

He sways his hips just enough to mesmerize you. there's a spattering of freckles on his hip, stark in contrast to his perfect skin. Every atom of your being wants to map it with your tongue.

"we're wasting the water." He murmurs, preening under your gaze. Light's always taken pride in his appearance- and you see why. You swallow thickly, his cock is stiffening- your cunt throbs.

You make a noise that falls somewhere between a dreamy sigh and a laugh- as if you're worried about wasting water. "Hot water at that."

You open the thick glass door- sliding it to the right. The water falls from the black ceiling tiles on to the gently sloped black tile beneath your feet. The waters hot- hot enough it turns your skin pink- just the way Light likes it.

The spray seeps into your hair, slowly coating you in the hot water- and Light steps into the shower like a predator sizing up its competition. He raises a brow, "need a hand detective?" The water slicks his hair, he runs his hand through it and brushes it away from his face.

You swallow thickly. "By all means." He chuckles and seps forward, shoving you against the tile hard enough that a burst of pain sparks from the back of your skull. You moan and Light's mouth is on yours instantly- shoving his tongue down your throat while his hand slicks itself with the mess between your thighs.

You throw your arms over his shoulders- nails digging into his back for no reason other than to hear him hiss. "You bitch" He hisses with a sharp grin. His slick hand presses to your cunt and you gasp as he brutally shoves two long fingers inside you.

Your nails dig deeper into his skin- drawing blood that drips down his body- making the water at your feet pink. "Light- shit-" He laughs at you and curls and scissors the fingers inside you- making you see stars.

"Sorry detective- what was that?" He purrs, You can't even respond to his snide bullshit because he's stretching you with nothing more than a condescending expression and delighted eyes as he watches you struggle to formulate words.

"the mighty L reduced to nothing but a needy whore?" He muses and he slides a third just to laugh as you arch. "Fuck you-" You hiss, hand reaching down to stroke him roughly.

He shudders and his head thunks on your shoulder- "greedy little-"

He brings his hands to the back of your knees and picks you up- shoving you against the tile wall. The cool tile sends sparks of sensitivity up your warm skin. "Light- we'll slip you idiot-"

Despite your words your ankles hook around him- allowing him to free one of his hands to clamp over your mouth and slam your head to the tile again- your moan is muffled. He slicks himself up and without any hesitation shoves inside you.

You both make gutted noises- but his dissolve into quiet chuckles. You breath harshly out of your nose as he sits fully inside you. His nails bite into your cheek, yours into his back. He presses his forehead to yours so all you can see i fhis the red of his eyes- the cruel eyes you fell for long ago.

He fucks like he's playing another game, playful, rough, and like he already knows how the game ends.

He slams his hips into yours and your eyes flutter- its been years since you felt- felt this good. Tears prick at your lash line, the water showers down Lights back, and your body sparks with stimulation.

"L- fuck you're perfect-" He murmurs not letting you look away from his eyes. Coming from someone who deems himself god-

Your face flushes and the tears trickle down your face, pooling where his hand meets your face. He leans forward to lick the droplet- then he presses a kiss to the back of his hand that keeps your mouth shut.

You whine loud and desperate from your nose. You feel him throb inside you- it's moments like now that you forget how young and inexperianced Light is.

You reach down and rub at your clit the wave of pleasure roll through you and cause you to clench around him. His composure breaks and he moans high and broken.

"Fuck! L- L- fuck-" He keens and cums inside you with a broken cry. His body convulses like he's been electrocuted- and the satisfaction of making this god among the pathetic men of the world lose his mind causes you to cum so hard you white out- eyes rolling back and a loud scream of pleasure washing through every nerve.

Thankfully Light keeps his footing and you let your feet hit the floor. He collapses onto you- face tucking into your throat, he nips playfully at your throat.

"you were wonderful." You murmur- mind still rebooting- your hands are numb from the after shocks. "perfect- my perfect killer."

Light laughs, he looks to you- scanning your face. His red eyes meet yours- both with the sheen of sadism that comes with your status of gods.

He kisses you, slow and romantic. Then, "Would you like to meet my shinigami?"