#but that sucks to hear how it diminishes scarlet’s character

[keilemlucent]

lavender latte: v

(T (for now!))

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

chapter 1   ||   chapter 2  ||   chapter 3   ||  chapter 4   ||  chapter 6  || 

word count: ~4k

coming to terms now, are we?

warnings: descriptions of medical settings, discussion of surgery and injury but nothing graphic, god fluff, nasty big fluff

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wow. halfway through y’all. thank you to each and every ONE of you who have given this story a chance. enjoy some fluff and get ready for next week 👀 once again, beta-ed by the wuv @keiqos !!

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Exhaustion had long since clawed a hole in your skull. 

It was one of the many forms of malefactum that came from your fucking quirk, damn it to hell. The days following any sort of intense overstimulation episode of yours were always hellish. Constant fatigue, burning migraines, dry eyes, and confusion always waited for you by the time you rolled out whatever pushed you over the edge.

The villain attack was probably the worst episode you’d had, ever. 

The entire trip to the hospital had been sort of a nightmare. There were so many people that needed treatment after the attack, so many of them worse off than yourself. You were lucky enough to get into a dark hospital room fairly quickly, allowing some of your symptoms to dull. 

You were just coherent and aware enough to deal with everyone you needed to, paperwork and legalities of your visit sorted. You even managed to send a few texts to your parents and work groupchat to confirm that you were safe. 

After a myriad of late-night tests and exams, it was confirmed that the next morning, you’d have a procedure to mend your leg.

...

Fixing the internal damage to your leg caused by the tearing of the glass was a fairly quick affair, according to your kind-smiled surgeon.

“I know it seemed abrupt, to do it so quickly,” The surgeon stuffed her hands in the pocket of her scrubs. “But, we’ve flown in extra medical personnel to help deal with injuries from the attack and well, you’re an easy fix.”

You smiled, the best you could, groggy with the anesthetic, “I’m glad it isn’t too bad.”

“Nope! Not at all,” She laughed, far too pleasant for all the chaos just outside your dimly lit hospital room. “We’ll keep you here tonight, and you should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. You’ll need to keep weight off of that leg for about three weeks. We’ll have a follow-up appointment then, and make sure you’re healing alright. Sound good?”

You nodded, some tension releasing from your chest.

The procedure left you with a heavy plastic boot, clasped up to your knee. Not to mention your body ached with fatigue. 

Most of the rest of that day was spent spinning in and out of sleep, only waking for basic checks and a delivery of flowers you received from the teashop’s owners complete with a passive-aggressive reminder that ‘this had nothing to do with us, you can’t sue <3.’

 Your constant company was Hawks’s scarlet feather. As you moved through the bends of your quirk and post-surgical recovery, you held onto it like a lifeline. With each stroke of the soft filaments, your heart rate monitor would beep slower and slower towards a relaxed rhythm. 

It made you think of him, and how he felt with your quirk activated. 

Despite how shitty the circumstances were, really feeling Keigo with your quirk was heavenly. Feeling him in general, physically was a fucking blessing. You spent a lot of time that night and first day at the hospital fantasizing about how the beat of his heart felt like amber drops on your tongue and orange-bound warmth in your chest.

You wanted more of it.

 Keigo stayed around to help deal with the mess, for once in his career. It was weird for him to spend the following day after the attack helping out on the scene. It was even weirder for the other Pros around that were aware of his reputation of simply not doing that.

It was out of character for him.

But, then again, Keigo hadn’t ever spent as much time at someplace he enjoyed like the teashop. Hell, the whole street. He’d patrolled plenty of areas for long stretches of time, but he’d never grown attached.

You were, obviously, a big part of that.

Seeing you hurt left him frazzled and fucked, and staying behind to help pick up the mess and provide aid made him feel a hell of a lot better. Sure, it was different, having local Pros look to him for guidance when he had to purely rely on his training from the Commission as opposed to his professional experience. He did well, he knew, especially based on the way the scene calmed even when he simply flew around.

Keigo had the power to bring people ease, even if he struggled with it himself. 

The idea made him think back to you, undoubtedly still in pain, but more than likely entirely fine. He ignored the urge to text you anxiously as he was still parsing over the very sweet interaction the two of you had, even if it was in such a bad circumstance. 

Your sweetness at the end was his constant reminder that you would be okay. 

The implication and Keigo’s knowledge post- ‘the miel incident,’ as he was calling it, was obvious, and god, he wanted to fucking drown in it. The thought of having you so close that he could hear your heartbeat and feel the drum of your voice against your chest made him weak. 

He was so fucking weak for you.

It was distracting, as it always was. It seemed fairly unavoidable especially as anxiety chewed at him. The one thing that lulled him was the far off feeling of the feather he had tucked in your hand. It had to be close to you still, the beat of your heart sending him shudders if he focused on it hard enough.

It became too much, thinking of you.

As his feathers swept piles of rubble, he pulled out his phone, the sun beginning to sink in the evening sky. 

 You had spent most of your recovery time in and out of consciousness, enjoying the time to rest and sleep. 

A short buzz from your phone forced you into a half-wakeful state. You reached to the table next to the hospital bed, grappling for your phone.

 [birdboy]: hey r u alive, 

[birdboy]: how r u feeling

[birdboy]: speak 2 me

 You cracked a sleepy smile. 

 [you]: alive, tired, surgery-ied. 

 You took a quick snap of your booted, propped up foot.

 [you]: getting discharged tomorrow babyyyy

[birdboy]: oh fuck what happened?

[birdboy]: u sure ur good

 The feather against your collarbone twitched, filaments waving. You thought little of it.

 [you]: i tore some shit in my leg

[you]: and yes, just tired as fuck and want to be home

[you]: hospitals SUCK

[birdboy]: true, true

[birdboy]: would u... 

[birdboy]: like a visit perhaps?

[you]: u sure??

[you]: i know ur busy and i dont wanna use up ur freetime

 There was a pause in Keigo’s nearly instant responses.

 [birdboy]: dove.

 Your breath stuttered in your chest. That was newer; you only remembered it vaguely from the . It felt far more intimate than just ‘angel,’ and it made you shiver as you read it.

 [birdboy]: busy schedule??

[birdboy]: i’ll make the time angel

[birdboy]: i’d love to come visit u

 You couldn’t help the smitten expression that burst across your face.

 [you]: and i’d love to see you

 You wished you could’ve continued the conversation, but your night nurse knocked to offer you pain medication and sedatives and you couldn’t say no to more rest. Your mind and body needed it. 

As quickly as it was administered, you were out again. 

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 You were exhausted. Still. 

When you heard voices just outside of your door, you couldn’t help cracking open your dry eyes. It seemed far too early for them to collect your vitals. The room was still dark, large windows only showing a trace of the dawn’s light stretching from the east.

Your sleep-addled mind stretched to listen:

“Thank you so much for the autograph! My son is such a huge fan of yours.”

“Oh, really! Tell him I say hi! I really adore my fans.”

Giggling.

“Is she a fan?”

“Sort of, more of a friend of mine.”

 He... said it again.

 A shaft of light sprayed into the room, your quirk firing at the sudden intrusion. You groan, pawing at your eye with your fist, the feather held between your fingers blocking some of the light.

Even with your diminished vision and tired mind, you still caught it when he laughed at your reaction, stepping into the room.

Honey, softness, cream and heat that made your chest thrum like embers.

“H-Hawks?” Your voice was still itchy with sleep. 

“That’s me.” His laugh rolled over you as your quirk receded, palms thrumming with the silkenness of his voice, “It’s good to see you, dove.”

“S’nice to see you too,” Your chest thrummed with his words and you couldn’t restrain the smile that spread across your face, “‘Ya know, you woke me up, just now.”

Hawks gave you a little chuckle, moseying his way to a chair nearby the bed and window, “Sorry about that. I had to sneak in here before official visiting hours so I didn’t cause a ‘scene’.”

You snorted. 

“You, causing a scene?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him, “Hawks? Never. Not once.”

He stifled a laugh, dragging the thinly-padded chair closer to the bed and leaning back into it, “Glad to see you’re in good spirits, considering you’re still here and all.”

“From what I can tell, it could be a lot worse, especially compared to other people that were there,” The end of your sentence turned sullen, your expression darkening. 

Hawks let out a little sigh, “It wasn’t pretty, that’s for sure. But, you’re safe, and most folks are safe. Bright side.”

“Bright side.” You repeated, softer, looking up from the plain sheets to meet his gaze. 

You took him in, quickly. 

He looked a bit worse for wear, the exhaustion from the days before still visible on his features. The dark circles under his eyes almost looked worse, perhaps uncovered and deeper since the attack. His wings weren’t even visible from your angle, plucked too short and sparse to be of much use. 

But, Hawks was, undoubtedly, still stunning. 

It was almost distracting, how unavoidable mentally eating him up was. You’d felt what he was like during the attack and that had apparently broken some mental dam for you. Holding back just how much you liked him seemed futile, at least mentally. 

You would let yourself be honest, at least with yourself, as a treat. 

What probably also pushed you over the edge was the fact that he wasn’t in his hero uniform, for once. You’d only ever seen him in his tan and black get up before. Seeing him casually dressed was shocking and very hot.

Hawks wore a simple black long sleeve with a long, wool jacket over it, black jeans, nothing seemingly extravagant except for the nicer looking chunky sneakers he wore and the fat gold watch on his wrist. It was all designer, knowing his paycheck. Without all of his normal regalia, you could better see that his pierced ears carried some light yellow stones that played off his eyes.

His feathery golden waves were messy, falling over his forehead and temples. The curves and angles of his jaw looked accented by the rising dawn light that was just beginning to filter into the room. There was the smallest quirk in his plump lips, but it hardly detracted from how stunning he was. 

He was remarkably gorgeous, naturally, and you let yourself think about it freely.

 Keigo felt a bit bad, seeing you in your state. 

He tried to be subtle, looking you up and down, heart-thumping his chest as the feather in your hand-picked up your own pulse. It had sped up when he entered the room, even more so when you started to beam at him despite your state.

You looked like a bit of a mess, and with anyone else, Keigo might’ve indulged himself in being a little bit of sarcastic shit about it, but he didn’t with you. It didn’t seem right. 

Your booted foot was propped up, a hospital gown askew over your collarbones under some thin blankets you were nested underneath. Your dark circles could’ve been worse, but your eyes were shining and alert, all directed on him it made him ache all over in the best way.

 The feather twitched in your hand, your gaze darting to it. Heat spread across your cheeks. 

“Oh, uh, shit,” You stretched your arm to pass the feather back to him. “Here’s this back. Sorry, I’ve kinda been holding on to it... a lot.”

“It’s alright, that’s why I gave it to you,” Hawks assured you, the feather whisking from your hand on its own and back to the downy stubs that Hawks had left. “Just a little reminder that good ol’ Number Two is looking out for you.”

You hardly needed a reminder. Thoughts of Hawks had been filling your head since it had stopped from swirling from your quirk. The thought of him leaving a bit of him with you only warmed your insides. 

“How could I ever forget?” You leaned back into your pillows, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Thank you, Hawks.”

Hawks blinked at you, reaching down to rustle something down by his feet, “For?”

“You know, saving my ass.”

“That’s my job, angel.”

“Still. You thank me every time I make you your drinks, right?” You shrugged at his wide-eyed expression. “Same principle. Except, your life isn’t on the line when I make you lattes.”

“Oh, angel,” Hawks drawled and deflected. “That is a false statement. I rely on those. They’re my lifeblood.”

A little realization dawned on you.

You gave him a sad little smile, rubbing your own knuckles for some semblance of comfort, “It’s gonna be a while until I can provide anything life-giving, then.”

The teashop was destroyed and who knew how long I’d be until they reopened. Not to mention that your leg was post opt and you couldn’t exactly work on it. 

Practicality aside, what saddened you most was that Hawks didn’t have much of a reason to see you without the shop. 

As much as you had feared it at the beginning of your friendship, you had gotten comfortable with Hawks’s presence in the shop and in your life. 

Too comfortable, and now it was biting you in the ass.

Thorns stabbed in your chest.

 Keigo noticed your slow-falling expression and frowned, “What’s on your mind?”

 “It’s nothing, just, uh...” You shook your head, blinking up at him,

Your voice cut off as your gaze refused to settle on him, Keigo clearly seeing your discomfort. 

“Without the teashop, you know...” Then, with that honesty that scared him, you finally met his eyes, gripping the sheets of your hospital bed, “I’m gonna miss seeing you.”

The principle made Keigo’s mind swirl.

You missing him.

His thoughts slipped back to ‘the miel incident’, and your mutual feelings that you very obviously didn’t fucking know about. If you did, he was sure you’d know that he would be missing you a lot without your normal interactions. 

This certainly wasn’t the setting to tell you, you were still stuck with an IV and probably somewhat traumatized by the event, even if you seemed in good spirits.

But, he could help assuage your fears. Subtly. Let himself use his honed arts to comfort rather than connive. 

“Dove, it’s alright,” He gave the softest smile he could, shreds of real vulnerability in it coaxed out by you without you even being aware of it. “Just because the teashop isn’t around right now doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”

The stunned expression on your face would’ve been cute if it didn’t make Keigo’s heart stutter painfully in his chest.

 “You... You do?” Your voice was so soft, you surprised yourself.

Hawks was a busy, busy man. Why the fuck would he bother with you? There was no cute coffee shop aesthetic in your foreseeable future. Maybe some decent drinks, but you wouldn’t be very mobile. You had some supplies and gear to make teas and some drinks at your apartment, but nothing as expansive as was destroyed at the shop. If it was flirty banter keeping him near, there were certainly other people he could go to for some natural chemistry, right?

He doesn’t need you.

Why the fuck would he bother with you, outside of what you could offer him?

“Dove,” Hawks’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “I’m here right now, aren’t I?”

“Uh,” You stuttered, mind catching up to the very obvious conclusion that, yes, Hawks does like having you around. “I guess, yeah.”

He frowned, leaning back in his chair as one of his smaller feathers whisked to your forehead, patting it a few times, “(Y/N), I like spending time with you. I care about you.”

Oh.

That was a little more vulnerability and truth than either of you expected.

Your eyes darted up to meet his, seeing a hint of unbearable fear before it was wiped away.

 You didn’t know it, but it was just you that pushed that fear off Keigo’s face.

He forced his shaking hands to be still, mouth drying after saying words that he wasn’t sure he was ready to say yet. God, they were true, but were they okay? For him, or you?

And then you gave him the gooiest, biggest smile you’d ever graced him with, “I care about you too, Hawks. Thank you.”

 It made both of your guts turn to mush.

In a stunned moment of silence, both of your breaths stuck in each of your throats. Neither of you could tear your gazes away from each other.

You both tightened your grip on your respective fabrics, your heart rate monitor beeping faster as you swallowed. 

Hawks opened his mouth, inhaling, but he was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. A head poked in, the same nurse as before.

“Hey, sweetheart, we need to take your vitals quick,” She came in, waving to Hawks gleefully.

Hawks’s softened eyes were gone, you realized. Torn away from the moment and now speaking comfortably with the nurse as she checked what she needed to.

Your hands shook.

 Keigo noticed it, too, his own trembling as well. 

 The idle chat between Hawks and the nurse fell on your ears, though you didn’t process any of it. You were far too busy mentally coming to terms with the fact that Hawks cared about you. And, based on his tone and that familiar (but usually hidden) adoration in his eyes, it was a bit deeper than you expected and knew how to swallow.

You took a slow breath as the nurse left, Hawks waving with a wide smile plastered on his face.

When the door shut once more, there was a lull of silence that settled over the room. More early morning sunlight was beginning to slant into the room, throwing gold over the otherwise drab and lifeless greys and whites of the room.

The intense mood had been thoroughly interrupted by the nurse, but perhaps it was a hidden blessing. 

Both of you were terrified, but so deeply yearning. You both were a bit too raw. 

Maybe it would be better to let the fear fade, just a bit more. 

 “Oh, shit, I nearly forgot,” Hawks reached down next to him, pulling out a bag you hadn’t realized he had brought him. He set it on the edge of the bed. “I got you something.”

“Hawks.” You groaned, shaking your head and running your hands down your face. “You need to stop being so nice.”

“Can’t do that, (Y/N). I’ll be as nice as I want,” You could see that his grin was shit-eating through the space between your fingers. “Besides, you haven’t even looked at it yet.”

You took the bag into your lap, noticing the ruffles of tissue paper that puffed from the top. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” You told him, albeit still pulling the paper from the top to reveal a small, wrapped, fluffy object.

Hawks hummed, leaning forward to set his elbows on his knees, “You’re right. I didn’t have to. But, I wanted to.”

As carefully as you could, somewhat suspicious, you peeled back to the paper. 

Your eyes widened.

It was a plushie, round and soft with a filling that made it feel like a marshmallow in your arms. The design was familiar, a character from one of your favorite cartoons, but you’d never talked about it with Hawks.

“I figured you could use a little pick me up after all this,” Hawks tilted his head and winked. “Did I get the character right?”

Your mouth fell open, blinking, “How did you... know? That I liked this one?” 

“The little pins on your apron,” Hawks tapped his chest. “I figured you must be pretty fond of this one, since you had a couple of buttons for them, right?”

You wanted to give you a coherent, thankful statement to Hawks. Really, you did. Instead, you stared down at the doughy, round-eyed plushie. Maybe a few overwhelmed tears gathered in your eyes, which you promptly sucked down and shook your head.

“Thank you, really,” You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand. “But, fuck, Hawks—”

 For a moment, Keigo thought you were upset with him. Based on the slight contorting of your face, and the wetness in your eyes, his heart seized up. His fingers twitched from where they cupped his chin, wanting to shoot out and comfort you somehow. 

However, Keigo stayed put as you turned back towards him, plushie carefully gathered in your arms and hugged snugly and perfectly to your chest.

“You gotta stop being so fucking nice,” You sighed, pressing your face into the soft fabric of the gift. Your words were muffled, but Keigo heard each one perfectly. “I’m gonna start getting ideas, you know.”

Sure, Keigo could’ve pushed some of your buttons and fluffed himself up for some fun, flirty banter that would be undoubtedly lovely, but it wasn’t the time. You’d had a very long and tiring few days, and Keigo could see and imagine that you were in all sorts of disrepair.

Keigo stood slowly, moving just next to your bed where you turned your head upwards to look at him. Carefully, he placed a worn hand on your shoulder, feeling the small bit of bare skin exposed by the thin gown.

“Don’t worry about that right now, dove, okay?” Keigo let his voice go soft, quiet, and gentle as he could make it. Without thinking, he squeezed your shoulder, rubbing his thumb just under your collarbone.

It was too much, maybe. But neither of you would complain.

Keigo could see and feel the way you relaxed, eyes going half-lidded and leaning into his touch, even putting the slightest amount of your weight into it. 

It was probably the most precious and sweet gesture he’d ever experienced. 

He made it his goal to make more like it. 

(Anything to see you so instantly mushy.)

 “I saw a coffee machine when I was coming in,” Hawks voice was a hum, hand on your shoulder not moving. You didn’t want it to. The heat pressing against your skin made you melt. “Want me to grab us some? I know I need it.”

You managed to giggle, craning your neck to fully look up at Hawks. You swore you could see the slightest quiver in his bottom lip.

“I’d love some.”

“You sure you can stomach shitty coffee?” The thumb rubbed over your collarbone, Keigo’s pretty eyes searching your face, portraying far more than your words. “That’s my territory, angel.”

“I guess I’ll stoop to your taste,” You gave him a smirk like sweet lightning and tentatively, carefully, reached your hand up to wrap around his own, squeezing. “I take my coffee black.”

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[wickedyan]

It says your requests are open. Could I please request a yandere Light Yagami x shy virgin female reader? NSFW, non-con. I love the older more evil Light/Kira. Like how he is after the time skip. I’d like him possessive, demanding, controlling. like the reader is a weak shy and innocent little thing that he wants to control and make his. She is pro-Kira too so that is how he found her similar to Mikami maybe she was seen sticking up for Kira on tv or something? Is that okay? ,xD

Devoted

Character: Light Yagami, Deathnote

Warnings: Yandere, nsfw, asphyxiation, dubcon, pain/burns, slight breeding kink, blowjobs, cum eating,,,,, u h this shit is nasty.

A/N: I couldn't make this noncon, because honestly, I can’t see Light needing to force himself on anyone. I mean, his whole thing is that he’s hot, smart, athletic, successful and a master manipulator etc etc. So even if the person was uncertain, he would be able to coerce them with ease.

But thank u so much for letting me write this nasty fic. I hope you don't mind the kinks I added fjgkrfk

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You were a supporter of Kira. A fan, a follower, a lover. When you had first heard of Kira, however, you had been conflicted.

On one hand, Kira’s morals were strong, only killing those who had wronged the world. But you knew that in the eyes of the law, Kira was evil.

But when Kira did it, when he finally freed you from your abusive ex-partner, had judged him as unworthy of the new world and saved you from a life of torment and misery, you knew you would do anything to show your saviour your love and support. He had saved you. He cared about you, cared for those who had done no wrong. He was your protector, and only he could bring you salvation. So, it was decided. You had to do something, anything, to get God’s attention and thank him.

You had been an author, and with your new life, you knew what you had to do.

Utilizing your writing experience, you crafted a bible, one that you and other Kira supporters could follow and read to show your support and love for your God. For Kira, your saviour.

He must have seen you on the television, using your platform as a popular author to persuade the public. In an interview promoting the book, you received word from Kiyomi Takada, Kira’s spokesperson, that the Holy Book you had created was approved by God himself. He had praised you. God had noticed you and had authorised usage of the thing you had created for him.

You couldn’t be happier.

But in fact, you could.

His name… Light Yagami. This man, he had asked to meet you, to speak to him and the Japanese Police about Kira for their investigation. It was surprising, you knew you should decline, but there was something so interesting about this Light… you found yourself alone in a hotel room with him.

“Miss y/n… thank you for meeting me on such short notice, you must be so busy with the success of your recent book, I appreciate your presence.” You nodded in reply, ensuring him it was quite alright. He had yet to look you in the eye ever since the two of you sat down, in opposing seats.

“But I must ask, why does the Japanese Police wish to speak with me? I am a supporter of Kira, but I can’t say that I’ve ever had contact with him, nor do I know anything about him…”

Light paused, like he was tossing an idea around in his head before he replied. “If it’s appropriate, I’d like to know the reason why you are so devoted… to Kira.”

You answered him, explaining how Kira was the reason you were even still alive. Light apologised, seeming slightly uncomfortable for bringing up a sore subject. But he made no attempt to convince you that it was merely coincidence, or to tarnish your image of Kira.

“He saved me, Mr. Yagami… and I wrote this bible to show Kira that I am someone he can rely on, that I will support him even if the Japanese police won’t. I hope… that I can someday thank him for his work to create the new world… I want to show him my appreciation.”

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, eyes sultry and you could feel the heat blooming to your face. “Well then, Miss y/n, it seems your lucky day has arrived. The truth is… I am Kira, and you, my dear follower, are someone special.”

Your eyes widened, and you could feel your hands shaking as you brought your gaze up. He stood, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“The Kira investigation is stuck at a standstill at this point in time… So, the police must follow any lead, no matter how small. But that is only a front, the real reason I am here is to commend you for your outstanding work… you truly understand what Kira’s idea of justice is, and have created guidelines that clearly outline how one much express their devotion. I am thoroughly impressed.”

Elation. Euphoria. How else could you describe your emotions other than pure and utter euphoria? But there was a small seed of doubt… You stood as well, backing up as he moved to the bedside.

“Before you ask me to prove myself as Kira, I’ll show you and squash any doubts.”

Light switched on the television, turning up the volume and watching you as you slowly turned to check the tv. You watched as Light checked his watch, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he clicked his fingers, “Now.”

Two… no three of the supposed Kira spokespeople shouted, eyes bugged and faces red, clutching at their chests before collapsing.

“Now, does that diminish your doubts, hm?”

You turned back to face him; a grin plastered on your face as you stared. “God… I-… I don’t know what to say…”

Light strode towards, pushing you back into your seat and caged you in with his arms. “Then don’t speak.”

His lips pressed to yours, harsh and demanding. He moved his lips against your own, groaning at the feeling. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as one of his hands crept up your neck and slid into your hair.

“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl…”

Kira was kissing you. God was kissing you and fuck was he a good kisser. You almost felt jealously bubble to the surface before you popped those thoughts… But you couldn’t just keep sitting there frozen when you were hot, everything was so hot and Light- no, Kira was hot and fuck….

Slowly, with shaking hands, you cupped his face and began to kiss back. He tasted of mint and a hint of coffee, his lips wet against yours and you could barely concentrate, he was addicting. He growled into your mouth, tongue sliding into your mouth and invading all of your senses.

You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled at your hair, keeping your head in place as he pulled away. A string of saliva connected your mouths and he made a lewd show of sucking it into his mouth. He looked like a feral wolf. His hair was ragged and unkempt, falling low over his eyes. His eyes… glowing red with carnal desire.

Wet kisses down your neck until he found that sweet little spot that had you clutching onto his shoulders and biting your lip to hold in your moans. You squirmed as his teeth sunk into your flesh without remorse, no doubt leaving purple splotches in places you just knew wouldn’t be easy to cover. It sent heat straight to your pussy, knowing that God himself was claiming you.

“Uh uh, you’re gonna moan for me, baby. No holding in those gorgeous noises, hm?”

You shook your head, cheeks flushed and panting.

“No? Aw, baby… that’s just not what I wanted to hear.” He mumbled into your throat, before biting down with enough force that blood pooled at the teeth-shaped dents in your skin.

You screamed, tears pooling in your eyes and nails digging into the man’s broad shoulders.

“That’s better, wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You couldn’t answer, not when his hands were ripping your blouse open and you were watching the buttons bounce away. You couldn’t help but squeal and cover your chest.

“Now answer me.”

His hands ghosted down your frame and moving to tug at your skirt. You lifted your hips and he pulled your panties off with your skirt. He pocketed the panties before beginning to unbuckle his belt. But before he could finish undoing his pants, you were pushing him back, falling to your knees before him.

“Thank you… I don’t know what I- ah! …did. Please… oh please…to deserve this...” You spoke between broken moans. He snickered.

“Oh?” He looked over you with curious eyes.

Making quick work of his zipper, you pulled down his boxers and freed his half-hard cock from its confines. “Oh fuck…”

It was long with little girth, matching his lanky frame. But you knew that you would struggle enough with how fucking long it was, it was probably a blessing it wasn’t that thick. Hands tangled in your hair while you began to kiss down the length of it, feeling it twitch in your soft hands. Precum dribbled out the slit, salty on your tongue. He gripped your hair harder, silently hurrying you.

You took the head into your hot mouth, tongue circling it and tucking your teeth away. He growled at you to stop teasing him as he used his grip on your hair to choke you on his cock. You sucked hard and hollowed your cheeks, pushing your face into his pelvis, nose tickling the hair at the base. You continued even when your eyes filled with tears, skin burning scarlet and lungs screaming for air. You would die sucking your Gods dick if it was his wish. Anything for the God of the new world.

He pulled you off his cock, groaning as his dick weighed down on your tongue, heaving hot puffs of air onto it as you caught your breath. Light’s hips bucked into your face and he held you in place. He loved the way you looked, fighting your basic human instincts to survive just to please you. You were devoted, he would give you that.

“Oh fuck… look at you. Willing to suffocate on my cock… what a fucking slut.”

Erratically fucking your throat, no rhyme or rhythm. Chasing his high. Gagging on his cock only spurred him on more. Drool covered your chin, your juices leaking onto the floor from your sopping pussy. Doe eyes locked on his feral grin.

He fucked your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into you as endless praise left his lips. “Yes… take this cock, y/n… fuuuck…...” he was losing composure quickly.

A hand slipped down past your hips but was kicked away promptly. “Nuh-uh, you’re gonna cum on this cock.”

“…But first, take my seed.”

His hips stuttered as thick strings of cum hit the back of your throat, swallowing around him until it hurt, wailing around his length.

“Fucking swallow your God’s cum.”

When he pulled out, he admired the white fluid staining your tongue. And then you swallowed, savouring the salty taste.

Strong hands pushed your shoulders, back thumping against the carpet and his hands were between your legs once more. Two long fingers thrust inside, knuckle by knuckle until they curled upwards and began stroking the soft spongey flesh of that spot. The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit. You moaned, loud and long and it had him thrusting his fingers in and out faster.

So close. Just a bit more. “Please….. please oh please Kira- hnngnhhh please…”

Just before you could reach euphoria, he removed his fingers, scooping up your juices to spread across his cock that had sprung back to life.

He rubbed the tip across your slit, dipping in the hole and giving you a taste of what could be, but then he was pulling away and grinding gently again. It circled your clit, never quite touching it. He thrust so that it caught on your fluttering entrance and slid upwards, pulled back and repeated the action. He did this until his cock throbbed against your cunt and you were racking sobs through your shaking chest, begging oh please, can you fuck your aching cunt oh please sir-

You screamed, your arms flailed wildly, desperately grappling for something to hold onto as he split you open on his dick, his guttural groan resounding throughout the empty room. Leaving no time for you to adjust as he pulled out part-way, slowly and teasing before bucking back into you with a force that had your tits bouncing and your skin burning against the carpet.

Lights hands slide down your legs, holding onto your ankles and hauling them up over his shoulders and bending you in fucking half, reaching so much deeper inside your drenched cunt. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life as he fucked a symphony in your pussy that you’re sure even Beethoven would be proud of.

You’re so close, the pleasure in your core building as your whole body heats up. You’re so close… Light smacks away your hand as you reach for your clit, using his own fingers to tease it until that pleasure reaches its crescendo. Your walls squeeze his cock in a vice grip as you release over his cock. Distantly, you hear someone screaming, and you realise it’s you.

He’s laughing, driving his cock into you at an erratic pace as he chases his own high.

When he finishes, its while his hand is on your throat and his length buried deep into your still-spasming cunt.

 You hear a door close. You sit up. A blanket was placed over you and you were alone. The sweat and cum had been cleaned up by a damp washcloth, presumably by Light… no… Kira.

Kira.

A note had been left on the bed, you winced as you stood to go over and read it. You had a bad case of carpet burn.

‘I will be in touch very soon, my dearest follower.’

You would await his call. Anything for your God.

[sickdaysofficial]

Sick Days 4.0 – The Good Samaritan

Story submitted by @Jojowitesstuff

I think this does not need a trigger warning. Contains mentions of injuries but nothing graphic

Characters:  Hazel & Raya (Both my OCs)

I have been struggling with today’s prompt because all my characters either know each other or wouldn’t be interacting with one another. So this is set in the past, when Hazel and Raya first met so they don’t really know each other much for most of the fic. It’s kind of double cheating because of this and because it’s actually an old fic I wrote a while ago. You can find it here

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Hazel was frazzled. In more ways than one, which honestly made sense since ‘stressed’ was her default mode. She’d just started medical school at Stanford, and she had to convince herself every day not to drop out. It had been her dream for years to be a doctor, she’d finished top in her class at Columbia and gotten a near perfect score on her MCAT, but at Stanford, everyone was smart. Everyone was as good as her, and she was constantly fearing she’d fall behind. She’d had her first observation in the hospital- a case so rare that it required surgery, which she then was allowed to sit in on. She’d gotten copies of the patients x-rays, and was rushing to pick them up from the copy shop before settling in for a study marathon. On her way in- reviewing terms on her phone at lightning speed- she almost didn’t see the girl before her, standing near the door. “Sorry,” she said, looking up and pushing the rim of her glasses up, trying not to stare.

“Hm? Oh it’s fine, I was kind of standing in the way,” Raya said as the slightly shorter girl almost bumped into her. She just got her first article published and even provided the photos for it which she was getting printed to keep along with a copy of the article. It was an unusually busy day so there was a bit of a line at the counter. She stepped to the side, allowing the girl a little more room.

“You’re fine,” she smiled, standing behind her, and praying the blush on her cheeks would fade. Her foot tapped impatiently as the line moved slowly, her eyes still reading articles so fast they almost blurred. Raya was glancing back at the girl behind her a few times while the line moved​ slowly. Eventually it was her turn. Giving her order number the store assistant quickly headed to the back, soon returning with her prints. She thanked him and paid before stepping to the side, out of the line to check her prints over.

Hazel gave them her number after Raya was done with her order and got her prints quickly, genuinely smiling for the first time in days when she saw them. The contrast was excellent, the tumors clearly visible, and if she positioned it in light, the careful shading of the x-ray could be seen perfectly. Looking up from her prints Raya could see the x-rays in Hazel’s hands. She squinted slightly, trying to figure out what it was. When she noticed that Hazel caught her staring she looked away for a split second, “That’s definitely not the kind of print I’d expected someone like you to get,” she said with a light chuckle Hazel jumped slightly when Raya spoke. “Oh, they’re just- it was my first case, really rare tumor condition… I just wanted the scans to commemorate it,” she stammered. “Someone like me?”

“Case? So you’re a doctor?” Raya asked, “Makes sense. Why else would you get prints of some strange x-rays? Don’t think they’d make a good wall decor.” “Med student, actually,” Hazel responded  with a light smile, slipping the papers into the large folder. “And I beg to differ- they’ll look great next to my 18th century brain sketches.” “I…m not even going to ask.” Raya shook her head, yet there was clearly some amusement in her voice. “Alright doc, so brains and weird tumors are your thing, hm?”  "That just about sums me up,“ Hazel laughed. “Neurologic oncology, best field there is.”

“So brain tumors, I assume? Sounds tough.” Raya said. “Still, brains on the wall would honestly creep me out.” she joined Hazel’s laughter. “Yeah, it’s a probably the hardest specialty in medicine- which is my cue to hole myself up again and keep studying, I’ve got an exam on Wednesday.” It was just Saturday but Hazel was never one to socialize much, especially now as she was so swamped with preparations for her exam and studying in general.

“Well then, good luck with the brains, doc.” Raya teased with a smile. “Maybe we’ll meet again.” “Maybe,” Hazel smirked before walking out. She was true to her word, and studied rigorously all night. It wasn’t until after the test, that Thursday, when she was working in the hospital again, in the ER.

“I told you it’s nothing, I’m fine.” Raya grumbled, yet she allowed her friend to help her hobble into the waiting area. “Ray, you just called me to come pick you up because a goddamn building crashed above you,” the blonde scolded her with a shake of her head. “Wasn’t a building, the floor just gave away.” “Bad enough.” “Come on, it’s just some cuts and bruises,” Raya tried to reason “And I kept the camera safe, maybe some of the shots even turned out good enough.”

Cassie remained in the waiting area when a nurse led Raya to the examination room. Hazel checked the board, and went to exam room 3. “Hello, I’m Dr. Leventhall, what brings you in today?” She asked, not looking up as she was writing on her clipboard. Seeing the girl, now clad in scrubs enter the room Raya immediately recognized her. “Well, and so we meet again, doc.” she couldn’t help but smirk. She looked up and her face turned scarlet, her mouth open. “Under unfortunate circumstances- what happened?” She asked, her professional air somewhat diminished. “Short version, I crashed - literally,” Raya said, trying to discreetly fix herself up a bit, hiding some evidence of her accident. “Long story, been photographing some old ruin and one of the floors gave away, Took the very direct way down from the second to the first floor.”

Hazel’s eyes widened. “Lie back,” she instructed quickly. “Where does it hurt? You could have gotten concussed or broken bones,” she started. “It’s okay, just some cuts and bruises I think.” Raya cut her off but slowly lay back nonetheless, trying not to wince. “A friend insisted on dragging me here.” “She was right to do so,” Hazel said as she walked over, her hands going to her abdomen, immediately checking for internal injuries. “Tell me if it hurts when I press.” Raya nodded, her eyes still on Hazel when she began to examine her. “Doesn’t really hurt there. I think it was just my shoulder and my hip that got a little beat up during the fall,” she told her

“Okay, let me take a look at them- sit up for me now,” she said, whipping out her stethoscope and checking her breathing. “Deep breath,” she instructed. Raya did as she was told or at least tried to. Trying to take a deep she slightly curled in on herself, sucking in some air. With a muttered “Ow…” she slowly uncurled, apologizing. “Okay, I’m gonna schedule an x-ray, I’m hearing decreased breath sounds,” Hazel said, looping her stethoscope back around her neck. “Nothing major but you might’ve fractured a rib- it would cause referred pain in your shoulder too. Is it okay- I mean, can I see your hip now?”

Raya deflated at the diagnosis. “Great, just what I needed.” she grumbled. “Okay, do I need to get up?” “Just slide the waistband of your pants down- cute jeans, by the way,” she remarked, hoping it would help mask the flame of her face. She knew it must be scarlet, and she was cursing herself silently. “Now, aren’t you trying to take advantage of the situation, doc?“ Raya teased with a light chuckle. “Those jeans were nicer when they weren’t all torn.” she mumbled and carefully pulled her pants down to reveal her hip. “Please, I’m a professional,” Hazel said- that had been the mantra repeating in her head over and over. She felt the tender flesh of the area, already seeing a dark bruise forming. “Sorry for the cold hands,” she apologized.

“With a professional shade of pink on your cheeks.” Raya added with a knowing wink, hissing when Hazel examined her injuries. “It’s hot in here,” she said, a bold lie. “Sure.” Raya nodded, smirking. She immediately saw through the lie.“Anyway, your hip seems fine, bruised and maybe sprained but unless I see broken bones on the X-ray, I can’t do much,” Hazel explained. “I’ll get an orderly to take you to radiology, I’ll be back to check your scans after.” “So just like I said all along, some cuts and bruises but nothing that needs medical attention.” Raya remarked.

Hazel shook her head. “I want to get a full chest x-ray, I don’t think anything is serious but I’d hate to let you walk out of here and have something happen.” She was writing on the chart before looking up. “Can I talk to whoever took you in?” Raya nodded again, sincerely this time. “Blonde girl with a pink fringe in the waiting room, can’t miss her,” she told her. Hazel hummed. “Alright, see you soon,” she said, ducking out as an orderly went to take the girl- Raya, according to the chart- to radiology. She did see her immediately, and went over to talk to her, introducing herself.

“You’re the doctor who checked Raya over, I guess.” Cassie said. “I’m Cassie, the one who dragged her reckless ass in here. How bad is it?” Hazel laughed. “She’s fine, but you were right to bring her in- she may have a fractured rib, I’ve got her getting a chest x-ray now,” she said. “Nothing to really worry about, she looks good to me.” Cassie sighed in relief. “Thank god. I swear one day she’s going to get herself killed.” “Are you her girlfriend or something?” Hazel asked, hoping to be inconspicuous. “Hm? Oh no, she’s my best friend, we’ve been hanging out since we were kids.” Cassie explained. “I can give you her mother’s number if you need a relative to sign any papers or something.” she continued, assuming that’s why she asked “I’m not admitting her at this point, there’s not much to sign,” Hazel replied, shaking her head. “Do you- uh, you know what, nevermind,” she said, backtracking on her thoughts. “I’m gonna go, see if her scans came up- good talking to you.” She shook her hand, internally wincing at how crazy she must seem. Cassie was a little confused about the doctor’s odd behavior but didn’t think much of it, figuring that she probably had a hectic day.

Raya was already waiting for Hazel to come back with the results of her x-rays when she came through the door. “Alright, so I was right- sixth rib has got a hairline fracture,” she said right as she walked in, holding it up to the light. “The good news is it’s so small I can’t really do anything, it’ll heal quickly on its own. Just no straining activities for about three weeks.”

“Good. So that means I am free to go?” Raya asked, hopping off the chair she was sitting in, her body immediately reminding her why she was there in the first place. “Damn!” she grunted through the pain. “Whoa, take it easy,” Hazel said, rushing forward and placing her hands on the other girl’s arms. “I’m writing you something for the pain, just in case Advil isn’t strong enough, and if you have any difficulty breathing, coughing, wheezing, or chest pain, you need to get back here right away,” she said strictly.

Raya nodded and stood up straight, or at least as straight as she could. “Doctor’s orders, hm? I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay. Thanks though.” she paused, a smirk growing on her face. “And uh, you’re not going to put that x-ray on your wall, right?” she teased. Hazel’s face flushed again. “Please, it’s not nearly interesting enough to make the wall,” she quipped back. “I’m sorry to disappoint. But I rather keep my bones in the right place so no wall art from this one.” Raya joked. “Gotta stick to the brains, doc.” “Oh I’ll try. Now, part of me hopes I won’t see you again- or at least not here.”

“Personally I would not mind to see you again but not under such circumstances.” Raya said without really thinking about her words. “I mean… You know” Hazel raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know actually, some elaboration would be appreciated,” she said with a light smirk. “Oh come on, aren’t you supposed to be the smart one, being a doctor and all?” Raya chuckled. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing you again when I am not a bruised up mess”

Hazel reached into the pocket of her scrubs. “Here’s my card,” she said. “And trust me- you’re the exact opposite of a mess.” She handed the card over, her cell and work numbers printed on it. "Are you trying to hit on me, doc? That’s not very professional.” Raya teased, taking the card. Hazel’s eyes widened momentarily, fearing she’d misinterpreted the girl’s flirting. “I meant that I see patients much worse off than you- the card is if something happens and you’re too stubborn to come in again,” she said quickly, only stammering slightly.

“Chill, it’s okay. I completely understood.” Raya winked. “So get ready for prank calls.” she quipped. Hazel laughed, feeling some of her tension ease. She was just about to respond when her pager beeped, and she took one look at it before bolting. “I gotta-” she paused at the door, unsure of how to leave the situation. “Go save lives, do your thing. I’ll call you” Raya smiled. She couldn’t quite pinpoint why but she felt herself drawn to the girl, curious to get to know more about her. “Thank you,” she managed, before sprinting down the hall, her coat tails flying behind her.