#hawk/feather oneshot

[kurokawaia]

HICKEY, PLEASE? 彡 Dabi, Aizawa, Hawks

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, implied! virgin! reader / innocent! reader, heavy sexual tension and suggestive dialogue, experienced partner x shy partner, marking, d/s undertones, praise kink, light begging, teasing, slight possessiveness, size kink? + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.5k+

SYNOPSIS. Asking mha men (Dabi, Aizawa, Hawks) for a hickey for the first time. (this is inspired buy a smau prompt by @nanaslutt )

DABI

You didn’t say anything, not directly. But Dabi knew the look on your fac, the way your eyes lingered on him, a little too long, when he passed by. You were fidgeting more than usual, tugging at the hem of your shirt like you wanted to say something, but couldn’t quite bring yourself to.

Dabi could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of you, but you weren’t giving him the satisfaction of outright asking for anything. Not yet.

He leaned back on the couch, stretching out lazily. You were sitting across from him, legs crossed, head resting on your hand, eyes flickering nervously toward him whenever he caught you. And when he finally did he let a smirk fall upon him as he watched your face flush in embarrassment, "You look like you wanna say something. Or maybe you’re just too shy?"

You blinked, looking away quickly, but Dabi could see the pink creeping up your neck. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt again, eyes glancing back at him. You didn't respond, but that was enough for him.

"You’re acting like a brat," Dabi mused. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Your cheeks burned as you hesitated, and Dabi watched the way you shifted uncomfortably. It was cute, too cute. "Nothing…" you muttered. He raised an eyeborw. "If you’re not gonna tell me, you know I’m just gonna have to figure it out myself."

You froze. It wasn’t hard for Dabi to see through your act. He knew you were trying to keep your thoughts hidden, but you couldn’t hide the way your body was responding to him.

He leaned forward slowly, watching you flinch as his gaze softened and then hardened again. "You’re nervous," he observed you, enjoying the way you were getting nervous. "But you want something, don’t you?"

Your mouth went dry, but you kept your eyes lowered, too embarrassed to admit it.

"C'mon, you can tell me, doll," Dabi hums in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, and you couldn't help but let out a breathy sigh the moment his lips skim down the nape of your throat.

With a small nibble of your lip, you confessed, "I was just thinking about it and people say it feels really good... and-" Dabi tuned you out as his thoughts slowed down, what was going on in that pretty little head of yours because it was about to make him go feral "-I was wondering if you could give me a hickey."

"Hickey?" Dabi’s tone was almost casual, but the way he leaned closer made the words feel like a command.

You though you said it outright, now that he said it, it felt like the air around you had thickened. "I-"

"Tell me," he cut in quietly, and you shivered as he closed the gap between you againt, his breath warm against your ear. "You want me to mark you, don’t you? To let everyone know you’re mine?"

You were caught. You felt your heart race, your cheeks flush with heat. You couldn’t answer. Not directly. But you nodded, just barely enough for him to notice. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding to your jaw and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Now hold still for me."

He didn’t wait for more permission before he was on you, his mouth hot against the delicate skin of your neck. The first touch was soft, teasing, just a feather-light brush of his lips over the sensitive flesh. You gasped, barely able to control the shaky breath that escaped you.

Dabi chuckled lowly. "You want it harder, don’t you?" His voice was a low tone as his lips pressed more insistently against your skin, and you moaned softly, not daring to move as he knew exactly what you wanted. 

He pulled away just enough to admire the flush spreading across your skin, his fingers tracing the outline of your neck, where he could already feel the warmth of his mark beginning to take shape. Dabi's grip on your waist was tightening, as if you were about to slip away from him and his touch combined with how his lips felt on your body was enough to make you numb of the feeling. "You want everyone to know you're mine, don't you?" he mumurs and you could feel his patience running thinner. 

You nodded, feeling that aching pull in your chest, wanting him, but still too shy to ask.

"Good," he whispered, before he descended again, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck just before he bit down gently. The pain was brief, but it was enough to make your breath catch.

He pulled back after a moment, watching the dark bruise form, before he took a step back and leaned against the couch. "There," he muttered, admiring the mark he left on you. "Now you’re mine for everyone to see."

You couldn’t speak. You were too lost in the haze of sensation, your heart racing, skin tingling. Dabi ran a hand through his hair, watching you carefully. "I think you needed that. But don’t think you’re getting away with just one."

AIZAWA

You didn't realise, but you have been squirming around for the past five minutes as you lay beside Aizawa. Both of you are nestled under his blanket, your curled agasint his chest as he lazily combs his fingers through your hair slowly, trying to help you to fall asleep. It was working, at the start, not until you remembered something you saw today. 

Your cheeks are flushed red, as you fiddle with the hem of his sweats, he doesn't mind, but he really wants to know what you are thinking about that has you all fidgety. Your heart thuds a little harder the longer you stay quiet. You want to ask, you really do, but you're nervous. You know that Aizawa won't judge anything you say, maybe a little joke and tease, he would never ridicule you. 

However, the words can't come out as easily as they should, not when you've been daydreaming about it all day like some lovesick little thing. Aizawa let out a low hum, he couldn't take it anymore. "You're thinking too loud," he says in a quiet tone, making sure not to jump you out of your thoughts too fast.

You could feel your cheeks burning even more as you hid your face in his shirt. Inhaling the soft, clean smell of laundry detergent and faint hints of vanilla, from you, of course. This is what managed to calm you. Well, only just a little bit.

"M'not thinking anything," you mumble, obviously lying, you can't slip anything past him. 

Aizawa hums, he doesn't like to push answers out of you, he never does, but you know that he is waiting for a truthful reply. 

You take a breath, lifting your head from his chest, "Shou'...?" Your voice comes out in a whisper so quiet you're surprised he heard you.

He tilts his head slightly to look at you, hair falling over his tired eyes. "Yeah?"

As long as you say it, it's fine. You don't think you could make yourself look him in the eyes as you say it. 

“Uhm… could you…” Your fingers twist tighter on the hem of his sweats. “Could you maybe… give me a… h-hickey?”

"Look at me," Aizawa encourages gently. You glance up shyly, blinking at him through your lashes. You feel so silly. But something about the way he’s looking at you makes you melt. “Say it again,” he murmurs. “Slowly.”

“I… I want you to give me a hickey…”

His eyes were half-lidded. He’s quiet for a moment. And then he hums again, deeper this time, like he’s pleased with you. He has told you multiple times that you don't need to feel embarrassed talking to him about stuff like this. 

“You want me to mark you,” he says more than asks. “Let everyone see who you belong to.”

You nod, heart racing. He shifts, his hand sliding up to gently cup the side of your throat. Not tight, just enough to hold you still. To make you feel how big his hands are. How much control he has. And how careful he is with it. And Lord, you loved how it made you feel. 

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

Your eyes dart down to your collarbone. A vulnerable little spot that would peek out if you wore a tank top tomorrow. He chuckles softly, "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you, dirty girl," he degrades softly and a heat began to grow between your legs. You couldn't even answer him, you're already trembling from how he's making you feel. He smirks, just a little. "Stay nice and still, sweetheart."

And then his mouth is on your skin, warm, slow, open, and you whimper when his teeth scrape lightly along your collarbone, followed by the soft, aching pull of his lips as he sucks your skin into bruising heat. It's overwhelming your senses with heat, and it feels so good. You feel like you’re burning and melting at the same time.

"That’s it," he murmurs against your throat. “So sweet for me..."

HAWKS

The evening started like no other. You were curled up next to Hawks, his wing holding you close to him as both of you watched a movie. Keigo had an arm around your shoulder as you snuggled closer into him, his finger massaging your scalp, running through your hair. 

You feel safe with Keigo, and you couldn't ask for anything else. He never pressured you to do anything you weren't comfortable with, and you love him for that. 

However, something was pressing heavily on your mind, which left you aching. You tapped restlessly agasint Kiego's shirt, mindlessly as you shift every so often. Hawks knew something was up, but he really didn't want to press it out of you. Every time he took a glance at you, you quickly looked away, trying to suppress the urge gnawing at your stomach.

You knew what you wanted, but you didn't know how to ask for it. 

Hawks couldn't take it anymore, letting out a soft sigh, hand moving from your hair to soothingly rub your shoulder, he says, "You're fidgeting a lot, baby? Got something on your mind?"

Your cheeks began to heat up with embarrassment, and you avoided his gaze, aiming to look at his shirt rather than him. "Would it be... I... Could you give me a hickey?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you nervously bite your bottom lip. 

"A hickey, huh?" Keigo teases, holding you tighter as he teases you, "You're asking me to mark you, baby? To make sure everyone knows you're mine? You want that?" Everyone who fell out of his mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

You didn't know what you were expecting. The teasing was a given, but it felt a lot more embarrassing when he actually said it out loud. Although his teasing made your breath catch in your throat, it was this that made your body heat up in places you weren't used to.

A playful frown makes its way onto his face as he lowers his head to meet yours. "C'mon, baby, what's wrong? What do you want?"

You said softly, “I… I want to feel it. Want to feel you. My best friend was talking about how good it felt and I just," you continued, going on a whole ramble but that was all going in ear and out the other to Keigo, all he was thinking about was was making sure he stayed under control. 

He leaned in slowly, interrupting your ramble, causing you to freeze when you felt his lips brushing against your ear. "You’re so cute when you’re shy, baby. You want me to make you feel good?"

You bit your lip, too nervous to answer, but he didn’t wait for you to respond. His fingers trailed along your jaw, gently tilting your head back just enough for him to press his lips to the curve of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin and it made a dull throb slide down between your legs.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips brushing against the delicate skin below your ear. “Tell me you want it, baby bird. Say it.”

You nodded again, a soft whimper escaping you as his lips hovered just above the spot where you wanted him most. He could tell you were practically trembling under his touch.

“Yeah?” He smiled against your skin, teasing you as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

The pressure in your chest was unbearable. You wanted to ask for it, needed to ask for it, but the words got stuck in your throat. He noticed the hesitation, a quiet laugh escaping him as he kissed the corner of your mouth, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’m right here. Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitched. This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for. You gathered all your courage and whispered, “Please, Kei'… I want you to, too. Please."

You inhale a shaky breath, feeling a sly smile agasint your neck, pushing down a moan that was about to fall out of your lips. "Such a good girl," he praises and a breathy exhale is finally made by you.

He didn’t waste another second. His lips pressed to your neck, sucking gently at first, letting his tongue graze the sensitive skin there. You gasped at the feeling, his warmth, the pressure of his mouth as it moved lower, his hands tightening around your waist to keep you steady. You could feel him smiling against your skin as he worked, knowing how badly you wanted this, how much it was affecting you.

"You like that?" Keigo groans agasint your skin. "You like me marking you?"

You couldn’t form words, just nodding as your heart pounded. His lips continued their slow, steady journey down your neck, leaving a hot trail in their wake. Soft whimpers, the soft moans, any noise that came from you only made Keigo more desperate for you, gods, you sounded so sweet, so innocent.

Finally, after teasing you with just enough pressure to keep you on edge, Keigo sucked hard at a spot just below your ear, marking you with a deep, dark bruise. You let out a soft cry, your fingers gripping his shoulder as your body involuntarily arched toward him.

He pulled back slowly, admiring the mark he left on you. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, baby,” he whispered, sighing deeply, feeling his bulge strain against his sweatpants. 

Your legs felt weak, the warmth between them now unbearable. "Kei'," you mumbled, flustered, not knowing what to say, too dazed. 

"Guess you did like it," he playfully hums, circling his arms around you as you make your way onto his lap, holding him close.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

There are so many grammar and spelling mistakes, I’ll edit this later x

[lizzy06]

Takami Keigo(Hawks) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

lay low (take it slow) ✨by @andypantsx3/andypantsx3(college student! reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut) What even was the right google search for this situation? How do I sew someone back together without passing out? How do I not barf on the pro hero I’m stitching up? Or, Hawks’ game of double agent lands him in the shaky hands of one (1) very unequipped English major.[COMPLETED]

Falling for You ✨by @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Every year, on your birthdays, you two will switch quirks.[COMPLETED]

Golden ✨by @meganshinsou-tm (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) When you touch yoursoulmate for the first time a thin gold line with be etched around your wrists.

Soul Chicken by @hitsuackerman (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist and while Hawks has an absolutely unhelpful phrase written on them, y/n has something….unique.

Bird Hunting | Pt.2:Bird's Nest✨ by @a-n-conrad (oneshot, soulmate au)In a world where your soulmate was found through a symbol appearing on your left forearm, hinting at the quirk of your soulmate, you had to admit that you were lucky. You already knew who your soulmate was. The only issue was that there was really no way for you, an ordinary person, to get anywhere near the number 2 hero.

Petals and Feather✨ by @a-n-conrad(oneshot, hanahaki au, angst with happy ending) You’ve finally gotten a job as a sidekick after graduating from UA about a year before. But after working with Hawks for a few months it starts to get a bit hard to breathe. How are you supposed to fix a case of Hanahaki disease when you happened to fall in love with the most emotionally unavailable hero alive? [COMPLETED]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 4: Save Your Soul by @writing-freak (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)part of soulmate au week; everyone has colorful marks on their skin where their soulmate touches them for the first time. you’re determined to hide your soulmarks: a pair of hands on your waist.[COMPLETED]

“you really have got nothing to do on a friday night”  by @bakugohoex (oneshot, fluff)in which your friend keigo invites you to a pro hero event as his plus one, the event leads to a lot more than you expected.[COMPLETED]

Little Moments by @bnhascribbles (oneshot, fluff)Just Hawk's early morning visit.[COMPLETED]

lavender latte✨ by luxdeoro (coffee shop au, fluff, mutual pinning)You serve Hawks a lavender, oat milk latte. Not only is he hooked on your drinks, but he's hooked on you as well.[ONGOING]

a spoonful of sugar✨✨ by Mossful (fluff, angst) In which the Reader bakes and Hawks eats.[COMPLETED]

Pocket Full of Feathers✨ by forthesanityof1 (fluff, humor) You are an investigative journalist starting at a new agency. A chance meeting brings you and Hawks together and starts some odd behaviors on his part. You dismiss it, but end up meeting the hero again and again over time. Slowly, you start to realize things are occurring both within and outside of your control.[COMPLETED]

(Quirk)y Days✨✨ by wotefokizbrunch(fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) In a world where 80% of the population has some wacky power, it is expected for strange shit to happen on accident, or even on purpose, like that one time a villain hit Hawks with a deaging quirk; he left that morning for work his grown ass self and then you had to pick his 5-year-old-self up from the agency.[COMPLETED]

and i've gotta crow ✨by dashielldeveron(enemies to lovers, ) “We’re engaged to be married.” No, you are not. After an accident that was that bastard Hawks’s fault, you decide to play along with your diagnosis of amnesia, among other things, because how far can you make your former bully bend over backwards for you?[COMPLETED]

Color Blind✨ by HeroAssociation(soulmate au, fluff, angst with happy ending) Takami Keigo, otherwise known as the Winged Hero Hawks, had one such mark. He never expected, nor looked for, the person that would change it. Then he found you by accident.[COMPLETED]

The Harpy by romanceisdeadbutimnot(enemies to lovers, fantasy au, fluff) Desperate for adventure you volunteer to check the monster traps protecting your small village. To your surprise you catch a wounded half bird half man, and decide to nurse him back to health.[COMPLETED]

What's Got Your Feathers In A Bunch? by darkenedniqhts(oneshot, fluff, humor)When Hawks saves you from a villain attack, you hit it off surprisingly well, considering the circumstances. Everything is going great, until he meets your roommate.[COMPLETED]

Compelling/tumblr by @bnhascribbles/ ScatteredScribbles(oneshot, hurt/comfort) Hey listen, I’ve got a lot of baggage when it comes to my quirk. Could you repeat the word “yes” if you’re here of your own free will? Oh, and since you’ll probably say that either way and since I’m an emotionally compromised freak, just know that I’ll never actually feel secure in our relationship. This’ll definitely be a recurring thing, and it’s probably gonna be the reason why we end terribly.[COMPLETED]

 Blush by @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Headlines✨ by @bnhascribbles(oneshot, fluff) Holding up the newspaper in plain view, you take steady, ominous steps towards his desk. “Any last words, birdbrain?”[COMPLETED]

Stuck In An Elavator With You by @yeahimaloser (oneshot, fluff)he hadn’t really dated anyone before (not seriously anyway), so when he began to develop feelings for a certain someone, he was surprised, to say the least.[COMPLETED]

The Sky is Everywhere by @dira333/Fogfire(oneshot, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending)Post-Break up is before the Break up…[COMPLETED]

Sometime Around Midnight✨ by 0weCrew(friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending) All you wanted to do was enjoy a quiet night looking up at the stars. But fate decided to mess with you instead, and Japan's favorite birdbrain crashed your pity party of one by scaring you shitless.[COMPLETED]

Preening✨ by royalwilds(oneshot, fluff)Hawks loves your hair, playing with it, brushing it, washing it. you realize that it comes from another instinctual nature of his. You try to figure out how to return the gesture.[COMPLETED]

Babybird by Pomenocti(oneshot, fluff)Just Hawks being a dad.[COMPLETED]

Crash✨ by ivan_glee(oneshot, fluff)In which Reader is sunbathing and gets an unexpected visit from the No. 2 hero.[COMPLETED]

A Lungful of Smoke✨ by UnluckyAmulet(oneshot, fluff) As if nearly dying today wasn't bad enough…now you have a crush, too. Damn it.[COMPLETED]

Little Bird by alaskasmonsters(oneshot, fluff) Hawks wasn’t just the charming number two pro-hero the world knew him as. No, he had other sides to him, sides only you, his roommate, had the privilege to uncover. Especially his more birdlike quirks. Like how much he relaxed when people took care of his wings…[COMPLETED]

crawl home to me✨ by Hawnks (supermintfluff)(oneshot, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort) What is a hero besides determination and hunger? What is a lover if not a resting place?[COMPLETED]

Shiny Things by royalwilds(oneshot, fluff) Hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. He likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why.[COMPLETED]

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery by galatiq(oneshot, fluff, humor. coffee shop au) When you put a coffee shop and a nasty storm together, apparently you get Big Bird from Sesame Street crashing into your window. [COMPLETED]

Flowers, Wings, Smirks and Quirks (Ingredients for Love) by ENDisI (oneshot, angst with happy ending, hanahaki disease au) Why was it when you joked about Hanahaki not being real, fate just slaps you awake and tells you "Oh, it's true. You didn't know?" [COMPLETED]

i am your salvation✨ by luxdeoro(oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort) Keigo loses his wings and most of himself, and you're around to try and pick up the pieces.[COMPLETED]

Balcony by RyeTarts(friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut<18+>) After saving you from an office building fire, Hawks thinks that your paths were no longer intertwined. Oh how wrong he would be.[COMPLETED]

Birds Of A Feather by CheerieCherrie(fluff, explicit skippable chp.6) You move to Japan for a change of pace in your hectic life. It doesn't happen, thanks to one chaotic bird man.[COMPLETED]

[eriace]

chicken nuggets ; takami keigo

oneshot & fluff �� in which, amidst brutal HPSC training and suffocating expectations, keigo finds one bright, persistent person who sees the boy behind the wings—and never stops choosing him. ↷ takami keigo ; my hero academia

↳ an order of caramel macchiato from @sailorstar9 in the comeback cafe event !

(author's note: you are lowkey ordering here daily like it's an irl cafe then you're on your way to work lmaoo.)

THE HPSC FACILITY was white, sterile, and soul-sucking.

Keigo’s wings were aching again. The muscles between his shoulders felt like rubber bands stretched too tight. Another ten-hour training day. Another round of drills. Another scolding for “smiling too much.”

Apparently, heroes weren’t supposed to look like they enjoyed things.

He dropped onto the pavement outside the back gate and sighed so hard it practically knocked dust off his feathers.

And then—

“KEIGOOOO!”

Her voice.

His favorite sound in the world.

He looked up just in time to see her barreling toward him, arms wide and stupidly excited like she hadn’t just seen him yesterday.

Before he could blink, she crashed into him with a hug so strong it made his wings twitch.

“You're late,” she scolded, but she was already ruffling his hair affectionately. “I was about to storm the HPSC and demand your release.”

“They’d just upgrade security.”

“I’m scrappy.”

He laughed—a real laugh, the kind that only ever came when she was around.

They’d met years ago.

Keigo was ten, half-starved and terrified, with too-big wings and a quirk that scared people. She was the girl who caught him trying to shoplift chicken nuggets from a Family Mart and offered him hers instead.

“If you’re gonna steal,” she said with an eyebrow raised, “at least do it with sauce.”

He had fallen in love instantly.

Not the romantic kind. Not then. Just the kind that happens when your world is dark and someone shows up with light — and doesn’t run when you get too close.

She became his escape.

While the Commission trained him like a tool, she treated him like a kid. A person. Someone allowed to laugh too loud and eat slushies and sleep in late on Saturdays.

When he got bruised, she brought bandaids with little stars on them.

When he got tired, she let him nap on her couch—wings and all—with a blanket that smelled like her shampoo.

When he got scared, she stayed.

Always.

NOWS, YEARS LATER, she was still here—older, taller, and still just as warm.

Keigo leaned against the gate and groaned dramatically.

“They had me flying laps for three hours.”

“Were you late again?”

“Ten seconds.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“I’m adorable.”

She snorted and offered him a half-melted popsicle.

He took it without hesitation.

“You’re the only good part of my day,” he muttered quietly, staring at the sidewalk.

She blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.”

That night, after a long shower and a quiet dinner, they sat on the floor of her room—Keigo in his usual spot, wings splayed, her hoodie half-swallowed by his frame.

She painted his nails. Bright red.

“You’re not putting glitter on them.”

“You’re Hawks. You can handle glitter.”

He made a face but didn’t stop her.

The lamp glowed soft and yellow. Her fingers were gentle, steady.

And then she asked, softly, “Do they ever let you just... be a person?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Just stared at the ceiling and said, “Only when I’m here.”

Her heart cracked a little.

So she set the polish down and took his hand in both of hers.

“You know I liked you before the wings, right?”

His eyes flicked toward her. He smiled, tired and crooked.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But now I get wings and a best friend who lets me steal the last dumpling.”

“That was a test and you failed.”

“Please, you smiled when I did it.”

He leaned back on his hands and looked at her—really looked at her—and for a moment, the world stopped spinning so fast.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Thanks for seeing me. Not just the hero stuff. Me.”

She smiled and leaned her shoulder against his.

“I’ll always see you, Keigo.”

And he believed her.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[plutocisms]

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader || Oneshot

Taking care of you after a long day

Nsfw content, mdni

You’ve had a long stressful day at work and just made it home. You drag your shoes off and tread quickly up the stairs, taking off each article of clothing one by one, leaving a trail behind you. You reach the bathroom and barely halfway shut the door. You turn the water on high and step in closing the shower curtain.

“Keigo!” You yell.

“Wassup mamas?” He responds in the distance.

“Soap! I need Soap!”

A few moments fly by and you hear the door slightly creek wider. The curtain pokes open and it’s one of his feathers carrying a bar of soap.

Just as you reach for it, the feather swoops back, the soap just missing your grasp.

“Keigo!!” You shout louder than before.

You hear footsteps approaching so you pop your head out of the shower curtain to see Keigo standing there scantily clad, only wearing sweatshorts, with one arm raised, resting on the door frame and the other placed on his hip, one foot crossed over the other, slightly tilting his head

“You rang?” He asked cheekily.

“Just gimme the soap, bird boy.”

He makes his way over to you grabbing your chin, placing it between his curved index finger and his thumb, standing halfway in the shower.

“Who’re you calling bird boy huh?” He mutters.

“Keigo, you’re getting my hair wet and it’s not wash day.”

He steps the rest of the way in the shower, discarding his now mostly drenched shorts and finally delivers you the soap with his feather.

You begin lathering your washcloth and washing your chest, soap running down your breasts.

Keigo backs you up, placing one hand on the wall of the shower and using his other to massage circles on your clit. You grip his shoulder and let out a soft breath

“What’s with this attitude huh? Can’t have that.” He asserted.

He tosses you up, hot water running down his back, you wrap your legs around his waist reflexively.

He props one leg up on the edge of the tub, squeezing your ass in one hand while his other is still stabilizing his stance against the wall of the shower. He looks you in the eye and slides his cock in gently, a raspy grunt escaping his lips. You gasp for air as he bounces you up and down his length, pumping you steadily as he delves deep between your velvet walls filling you up. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your nails digging into his shoulders with one hand, tangled in his hair in the other, you let out a sweet moan.

“That’s right mamas, let it all out for me.”

[mitsua]

Keys: 💌Fluff. ✉️Light angst. 📃Angst. 📖SPOILERS. 🎞️Comfort. 🎥Reverse comfort. 💬 Headcanons. 📼 Oneshot. 🖇 Series. 🖋️ Will write. 🖌️Editing.

Boku no Hero Academia

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𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃SO, DO I CLICK HERE? (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃ LOOK, IT'S US! (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟑 💬┃ YOU GOT GAMES IN YOUR PHONE? (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟒 💬┃SLEEPY? (eijiro, kaminari, hitoshi) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟓 💬┃ *SPLASH* (eijiro, kaminari, sero) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 💬┃ WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE? (shōta, kaminari, tamaki) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 💬┃ I LOVE YOU MORE (denki and hawks)💌🎞️ 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟖 💬┃ FOOD SAYS IT ALL (iida, hitoshi, togata) 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟗 💬┃ PLEASE, SLEEP! (neito, izuku, momo) 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟎 💬┃ OH, SO YOU LIKE THAT? (amajiki, togata, hadou) 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟏 💬┃ PICNIC TIME! (shouta, takami) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟐 💬┃ BE CAREFUL! THAT HURTS! (tomura, dabi) 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟑 💬┃ DON'T LEAVE! (tomura, dabi) 💌🎥🖌️

Izuku Midoriya

𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃TIME FOR DESSERT! 💌🎥 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃WORDS AIN'T ENOUGH 💌🎥 𝟎𝟎𝟑 📼┃REDAMANCY 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟒 📼┃KOMOREBI 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟓 📼┃ELEUTHEROMANIA 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 📼┃SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 📼┃WE'RE BOTH SLEEPING ON THE COUCH 💌🎥 𝟎𝟎𝟖 💬┃MWAH! 💌🎥🖌️

Katsuki Bakugo

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃(UN)LUCKY 📃🖌️🖋️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 📼┃SNOWY MORNING 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟑 📼┃SAVE ME 💌✉️🖌️

Eijiro Kirishima

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃ VOWS ⟶ pt. 2 💌🎞️🎥🖌️

Tenya Iida

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃RUSHING IN YOUR LOVE 💌🎥🖌️

Hanta Sero

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃MY KILLER & MY SAVIOUR 📃💌🎞️🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃X PLANT LOVER READER 💌🎞️🖌️

Neito Monoma

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃WHENEVER YOU NEED ME 💌🎞️🎥🖌️

Amajiki Tamaki

𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃REST 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 📼┃PRICELESS PICTURE 💌🖌️

Takami Keigo

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃BIRDS OF A FEATHER 💌📃🖌️

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[these-written-reveries]

I have a special request

may we have a fluffy platonic oneshot for hawks w/ a reader with four angel wings where they’re a third year at UA but never got a date to prom, so he decides they deserve at least one dance and shows up as their date?

please and thank you 🪽

You absolutely may! I hope I did your request justice! You didn't specify, so I made Reader a hero course student. I know this is a platonic fic, but I can totally see the potential for a friends to lovers story here (don't mind me, I'm just a huge sucker for that trope lol). Thanks for the request! ❤️

Birds of a Feather

‣ Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x GN!Reader (Platonic)

‣ Summary: Your good friend Hawks finds out you don't have a date to prom and decides to fix that problem himself!

‣ Genre: Fluff (angst, if you squint)

‣ Warnings: none

‣ Word Count: 2,042

‣ A/N: UA is considered a university in my fics. I know that universities generally don’t have proms, but this is fiction, so we can pretend whatever we want! Cue: UA third-year prom, feat. Hawks as a surprise guest! Let's go! (P.S. - I was listening to Words by Gregory Alan Isakov as I wrote this. I think it's a very nice song for slow dancing ♡)

➼ Main Masterlist ➼Keigo/Hawks Masterlist

If anyone were to tell you before that you’d end up becoming such close friends with the number two hero, Hawks, you’d never believe them.

To your past self’s shock, it had really happened. How exactly? You weren’t quite sure. Maybe it started on the first day of your internship? He immediately complimented your beautiful set of white tandem wings, asking you questions about them with pure awe and fascination in his eyes. You found it quite endearing of him.

Or maybe it was when you took down your first villain together and realized you made a kick-ass team? After that day, he immediately offered you a permanent position at his agency, once you graduated UA. You couldn’t have been more thrilled to receive this news from someone you had always admired and looked up to.

Perhaps it was after that, when you both bonded over your shared experiences related to having big wings in a mostly-wingless world? That day was one you would always think back on with fondness.

You told him a story about how, one time, you crashed mid-flight into a huge mud pit. You and your friend spent hours removing all the dried clumps between your feathers. He one-upped your story with one of his own, telling you about the time that he came home after fighting a villain with a petroleum oil quirk that had managed to coat his wings with the gooey substance, which made it nearly impossible to fly. After struggling for hours to remove it himself, with little success, he had to embarrassingly enlist the help of his assistant.

“I hope you have her a raise, after that,” you chuckled.

He joined you in your laughter. “Oh, I did. A very generous one, at that. She was a real trooper that day."

The two of you laughed a lot over your shared stories. Both of you were grateful to have a friend that understood the parts of yourselves that most others didn’t, especially Keigo, who barely had anyone he could call a true friend for almost his entire life. It was refreshing, being friends with you.

Because of this, he quickly grew to be extra protective of you, from the moment he took you under his wing. He kept close tabs on you and checked in on you whenever he had the time. It was always so nice getting to hear how things were going for you, how your grades were, and what the newest gossip was at UA. He’d always say, half-jokingly, that if anyone gave you trouble, he'd fly over and put an end to it immediately, which always got a laugh out of you. He just really enjoyed having "normal" conversations with someone about "normal" things, for once—especially since he never got to experience a lot of these things, such as public school or prom. It was fun getting to vicariously live through you, in this way.

Towards the end of his parole shift, he thought about you, wondering if you were having a good time at your prom that night. You had been looking forward to it for a while, telling him about what you planned to wear and who you secretly hoped would be your date. Last he spoke to you, you had yet to confirm an official date to the dance, but he was almost certain that problem was resolved by now. You were a wonderful person with gorgeous looks and an amazing personality, he had no doubt in your ability to acquire many “promposals”, or whatever the kids called it these days.

It wasn’t until he checked the recent post on your social media account that he realized you, in fact, did not have a date.

At first, he was utterly confused.

Why hadn’t you told him? He would’ve gone with you in a heartbeat.

Then, he remembered just how considerate of a person you were. He told you he’d be working late shifts all week and you likely didn’t bother to ask because of that reason.

He looked at the picture of you in your stunning prom outfit before checking the time. A sigh pushed past his lips as he took off into the sky, flying home as fast as he could.

Worst prom ever.

You felt like a total outsider at this place, despite being surrounded by familiar faces and music. Your friends all had dates and were busy having fun with them. Meanwhile, you busied yourself at the punch table, sighing as you poured yourself another cup. Some of the others without dates lingered in this corner of the large room, but none of them seemed all that keen on striking up a conversation with you. They all seemed to be too busy drowning in their own pools of boredom, longing, and self-pity.

You began to wonder why you even came to this event when you knew you didn’t have a date and your friends would all be too preoccupied with their own to entertain you. Well, you knew why, and it started and ended with a giant birdman by the name of Hawks. He had gifted you with a generous sum of money to buy yourself a nice outfit for prom after you had casually brought up in conversation that you were trying to save money for it. He refused to take it back, so you really didn’t have a choice but to use it. You ended up buying a gorgeous outfit that really complimented your wings. In the words of Hawks, you looked like an “ethereal angel”.

After buying the outfit and looking forward to the event for weeks, you couldn’t not go. Not without disappointing yourself, and probably Hawks too. He was always the one telling you that you needed to live life to the fullest and enjoy your experience at UA, while it lasted.

What you weren’t expecting was to feel so down and dejected, lingering by the punch table as you wistfully observed everyone else having fun like a lonely wallflower. You wanted to take Hawk’s advice and try to enjoy the moment anyway, but you found it too awkward to go out onto the dance floor without someone to dance with, and you weren’t too keen on asking someone you weren’t well-acquainted with to dance.

Still, you stole a glance at the other wallflowers in the corner, almost considering the idea.

You didn’t have a chance to, though, because you were distracted by the gasps and squeals of people all across the room. Following their eyes, you found the target of their attention to be a familiar red-winged man, in an unfamiliar looking outfit. An expensive-looking suit with a boutonniere pinned to the left lapel of his suit jacket. He flashed a charming smile and gave everyone a quick wave as his eyes scanned the room, finally landing on you.

You stared in shock as he walked over to you.

“Why, hello there, angel. Fancy meeting you here,” he said, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Hawks! What are you doing here?” you asked him with wide eyes.

He shrugged. “You know the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’? I heard my little chickadee was in need of a prom date, so naturally, I flew right over.”

You were aware of everyone’s eyes on you—something you had grown pretty used to after being with Hawks in public a good handful of times—but you were far too surprised to care as you looked him up and down.

“Your outfit. The colors match mine…”

“Of course they do. What kind of prom date do you think I am? I think what you mean to say is, I look handsome, right?” he teased.

You giggled at this. He always found a way to get you laughing with his witty remarks.

Nodding, you smiled up at him. “You do. Thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to do this.”

He gave you a small eye roll. “I wouldn’t be here unless I wanted to. And you deserve a proper prom experience. That said…”

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled out a beautiful corsage from behind his back. The flowers matched your outfit and his boutonniere perfectly.

"Hawks..." You couldn’t help the tears that began to build in your eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, angel! Your eyes will get all red and puffy! That's no good for prom pictures!" he said, brow scrunched in concern as he looked at you, partially wondering if he’d done something wrong, until you spoke.

"Sorry, it's just...nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. I was really thinking I'd be ending tonight on a bad note, until you showed,” you confessed, carefully wiping the underside of your eyes.

Keigo offered you a sympathetic smile as he stepped forward, holding out his hand, palm up. You held your left hand out to him and watched as he slipped the corsage onto your wrist.

"Well, let's make the most out of the time we have left. I know I kinda arrived last minute, but I also managed to make some arrangements for us that I think you’ll enjoy,” he said.

You looked at him, curious and confused. “What do you mean? Are we leaving?”

“Nope! We’re staying right here! Just us, the photographer, and the DJ,” he smiled, turning to look at the room, which was now completely empty, save for the two people he had mentioned.

How had you missed that?

“H-How?” was all that you could get out, as you looked around the room.

“The dance is technically over now, so I just extended our time a bit. Made a couple calls on my way here, bribed a few people, and here we are!” he explained, cheerfully.

You tried not to let your emotions get the better of you as you looked at him in astonishment.

“Hawks…I don’t even know what to say.”

He chuckled. “Well, I hope you’ll know what to say in response to my next question. There is only one right answer, so that narrows things down for ya’.”

You looked at him curiously, feeling a small pang of nervousness in your stomach as you awaited his question.

He bent forward into a bow, his eyes remaining locked with yours as he extended his right hand to you, his lips curved into a playful smile.

“May I have this dance?”

All nervousness instantly vanished and was replaced by pure giddiness as a bright smile overtook your face.

“Yes, you may,” you said, giggling as you placed your left hand in his.

He led you out to the middle of the dance floor and gave a nod to the DJ, who began playing a slow song through the surrounding speakers.

Turning to face you, Keigo gently grasped your right hand with his left, holding it near his chest. You smiled a bit sheepishly as you placed your free hand on his left bicep, just as he placed his right hand onto your middle back.

The two of you began to sway to the music. After a moment, you felt more at ease, finding that you seemed to move more naturally with each slow beat of the music.

You smiled at him. “I can’t thank you enough for doing all of this for me.”

Keigo earnestly returned your expression. “This is the least I can do for my special, feathered friend. I’m only sorry I couldn’t make it sooner.”

You scoffed. “Please. This is more than enough.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, angel.”

“I really am. Best prom ever,” you beamed at him.

Your contagious smile elicited a happy chuckle from him as he spun you around, being careful of your wings as he did so.

He pulled you back towards him and the two of you continued to dance together, laughing when you bumped him with your wings or when he accidentally stepped on your foot a little. You couldn’t have been happier, nor more grateful. Not only did you get the most perfect prom experience, but you got to spend it with your favorite red-feathered friend.

Like true birds of a feather, you knew you’d be flying together for a long time to come.

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[tisabelm]

hawks headcanons

in a relationship or just in general

note : i am actually am in love with him (also im new to tumblr so not to muchh)

1 .his wings are super sensitive to the touch, especially if he really likes you

2. he's TOTALLY got a love language of physical touch, he's probably a hugger (only with people he likes ofc). wrapping his wings around you as well as his arms.

3. i imagine he's not the best at comforting when it comes to helping, he asks more questions like, 'are you okay', 'do you need water', etc. over and over, mainly prioritizing your mental state rather than giving advice.

4. if you're trying to make a decision that probably isn't the best, he will try to stop you. but if you are being superrr stubborn then i bet he would just give up and support your actions fully though saying that its not a good idea

5. most of the time blowing up your phone, seeing if you're doing okay, asking if you need anything while he's on patrol or what not.

6. most def looks at edits of himself on social media and has a high ego

along with that, he most likely checks himself in his phone camera, or mirrors while walking past them (smiling at that just by imagining it)

7. why do i feel like if you called his name and he turned around super fast and then hitting you in the face with his wings, he would LAUGH in your face

8. leaves his feathers in your pants pocket, purse, bag, just to make sure you're safe

9. as well as a big softie!!! when he's away from his friends and he's just alone with you, he will be super clingy with you. snuggling in ur neck while cuddling on top of you, going up behind you while ur cooking and wrapping his wings around you, with his arms around your waist

GUYS IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE ASK? this was super fun to make not gonna lie, also i wanna take like fanfic requests because i would'nt mind writing oneshots or things in that nature, just askkk

(when i get more used to tumblr i will most def try<3)

[kittyfuckincheshire]

HIS FAVORITE THING TO DO IN BED

MHA x READER ONESHOTS FLUFF,LEMON

Shoto Todoroki-

He likes to tease you,rubbing his hands up and down your body, in between your thighs, he likes to watch your body shake and shiver in anticipation.

Bakugo Katsuki-

He likes to bite your neck and push you down, he likes feeling your soft flesh between his lips, he likes to hear you moan and grab his hair.

Izuku Midoriya-

He is really sweet,he will kiss you all over and literally worship you, had a bad day? don't worry he has snacks and a favorite drink ready for you before you lay down and then when you do lay down he gives you a massage until you fall asleep.

Tokoyami-

He likes to finger you until you feel like you can't breath, rubbing his fingers on your clit, while thrusting his deft fingers inside you, curling and scissoring you. Blissfully stretching you out while placing soft kisses and pecks.to your neck. The feeling of your back arching against his chest makes him wild. He loves to dominate you and is very kinky.

KIRISHIMA-

He likes to fuck you in missionary pose,so he can look at how happy hes making you,He also likes to kiss you roughly to feel you pant, he'll also rub your sides as he fucks you hard.

DENKI-

Hes hesitant about touching you so he always wears condoms, even on his finger so he doesn't accidentally shock you. You dont mind though,he loves it when you suck him off, he loves the feeling of your tongue along his veins so Much that he spasms when you lick his shaft somtimes.

SHINSOU-

he loves tying you up and edgeing you over and over until your begging him to let you relese. Mans a tease and he can't deny it. Sometimes with your consent he'll use his quick to help you relax after a hard day, he'll even experiment incorporating his quick into sex if you wana.

SERO-

He loves to fondle your nipples and boobs, yep he's a boob guy. He likes to feel your flesh in his fingers while he stands behind you and kisses your shoulder and neck drawing moans from you. I kinda feel like he would be into bondage but that's up yo yall.

SHOJI-

He likes to eat you out while kissing and fingering you. He's gotten so good at controlling his limbs that it drives you insane while your in bed. Hell kiss you with.his real mouth while licking your clit with one of his limbs and fingers you with his hands. He will go to ex stream lengths to male you feel good.

lIDA-

He was never the one to "fuck" around in bed. Kiss,fuck and done. He never really does it for his own pleasure, but on occasion when he gets horny, he'll tie you up and slam you against the head rest.

DABI-

He likes to grind against you to tease you, and turn him on. You can feel his cock against you while he does this begging to be freed and it drives you crazy. Also this !an loves to bite you and give you hickeys all the time weather your in bed and alone.or your sitting at the bar he will be sticking and biting your neck. No shame.

SHIGIRAKI-

He likes tying you up and controlling you. He likes to see you try to hold BA k your emotions and control your self. !and a tease at times, and he loves it when you cock warm him in bed weather its in bed or while he's gaming he loves it.

HAWKS-

hawks loves to fuck you hard while useing his feathers to rub circles on your clit and tits, he loves it when you suck him off and look at him at the same time. Sometimes he'll let you preen his feathers in bed but usually he's focussed on your pleasure.

AIZAWA-

Will finger you while he sucks on your neck and he's got your hands tied up behind your back fucking you hard loves pet names like kitten and loves it when you call him daddy or sir. He's definitely one that will give you over stimulation and multiple orgasam denials before he lets you cum.

HIZASHI-

He's a loud guy even in bed hes constantly telling you how good you are for him and calling you pet names like songbird or sunshine. He's kinda like a bunny in bed he's got stamina but he is also really rough to it kinda like the perfect balance with him.

Sorry guys for taking so long to post this I had a bunch of shit happen this month and I kinda forgot to post so here is a new one for y'all to gobble up.😽

[love-fictional-ppl]

My Hero Academia

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= exactly what it says

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[blurbs]

#Being married to pro-hero!Deku(16+)

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

*first blowjob

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[oneshots]

*#Chandelier

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

#Pro-hero!Denki

#Scene!Denki

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

[thesakuragarnet]

Feel The Music (PHOENIX Oneshot) (December 28, 2121)

Summary: With their relationship still a secret kept from the public, Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks decide to take a big risk and get frisky at the Musutafu Karaoke Bar. (referenced at their Bachelor Party in the main fic)

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Five: In public

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,084 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, from my PHOENIX AU, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, drunk s3x, public sex/exhibitionism, making out, swearing, a n a l sex, facef*cking, bl0wjobs, c0me eating, DabiHawksWeek2024, p0rn without pl0t, t0p Dabi, b0ttom Hawks, explicit s3xual content

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The neon lights in the private karaoke room set the mood as Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks finish their fourth round of drinks for Keigo’s twentieth birthday. Mirko and Ryukyu had left the party already, leaving the two lovers by themselves in the VIP room. Keigo’s only drank a few times before, but, considering now he can legally drink, Rumi had convinced him to splurge. As a result, he and Toya are tipsily giggling away as they cuddle on the leather wraparound couch. 

“Enjoying your birthday, birdie?” Toya slurs with a sly grin as he stretches to nonchalantly drape his arm over Keigo’s shoulder, pulling him into an awkward and sloppy side hug. 

“Oh, I definitely enjoyed your god-awful singing,” Keigo chuckles, nuzzling into Toya’s neck and pressing a few soft kisses to his jawline. 

“Hey! Rumi was so much worse,” Toya retorts, half-kidding-half-not, “I thought I did okay on ‘fleabag’.”

“That’s because that’s the only one you did in your range,” Keigo sighs, and Toya blinks at him through his blurred vision. 

“What are you a fucking glee club coach?” Toya snorts, and Keigo shrugs with a playful smile, making Toya unceremoniously shove him away. Unfortunately, with his drunken strength, he accidentally shoves Keigo all the way to the other end of the couch. 

“Awww…c’mon, Toya,” Keigo whines patronizingly, crawling on all fours across the couch to his boyfriend. Toya rolls his eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote when Keigo unceremoniously pounces on him, knocking him on his side on the couch. Toya blinks, looking up through the darkness and the oscillating rainbow LEDs to see Keigo poised over him, hands gripping his shoulders with a devilish smirk on his face. 

“Fuck,” Toya mutters under his breath as he reaches up to cup the side of Keigo’s face, thumb tracing the stubble at his chin. His hand suddenly moves to grab a fistful of fabric at the neck of Keigo’s athletic compression shirt, yanking him down as he smashes their lips together. Hawks moans into the kiss, immediately melting, and Touya groans as he feels his partner’s entire weight settle on top of him.

“God, Kei,” Toya huffs as they grind against one another. “Door locked?”

Keigo’s feathers swirl, moving one of the chairs to prop up against the door handle, keeping it tightly closed. This way, they won’t be interrupted. 

“It is now,” Keigo chuckles darkly under his breath between passionate kisses. Toya’s tongue eagerly slips into Keigo’s mouth when their lips reconnect, the BlueFlame hero’s tongue piercing grazing the roof of the winged Pro’s mouth. Keigo almost gasps at the sensation, his own tongue desperately intertwining with his boyfriend’s. Their hearts pound, both men panting between longing kisses, each one more charged than the last. Toya reaches up, running his fingers through Keigo’s crimson feathers, and he tenses up with a sharp intake of breath, breaking the kiss and shuddering. Toya’s cerulean eyes glow in the shadows, peering behind a heavy-lidded gaze and thick lashes as he pulls Keigo closer once more.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya moans like a whore on Keigo’s tongue as their open-mouthed kisses become sloppy and passionate, lengthening with every lock of their lips. Their clothed erections rut against one another, getting harder by the second with every additional touch. 

“God, Toya,” Keigo groans, his voice lilting into a breathy whisper as the tips of his teeth graze the skin on Toya’s neck. Toya gasps, eyelids fluttering as Keigo tightly grips his shoulders, kissing his neck intently, dragging his tongue delicately across his skin. His hands grab at the bottom of Toya’s hoodie, pulling it up and over his head before Toya scrambles to get Keigo’s shirt off. 

“We’re really doing this?” Toya pants breathlessly with a tipsy smirk as he somewhat grasps the situation. Keigo, significantly more intoxicated, doesn’t seem to care. Instead, his response is:

“Facefuck me.”

“Are…are you sure?” Toya stammers, taken aback by Keigo’s straightforwardness. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Keigo sneers. In his drunken stupor, Keigo nearly slips and falls as he drops to his knees to unbutton and unzip Toya’s jeans. He pulls them down, wadding them up around his ankles before freeing Toya from his boxers, and, immediately, Keigo is grasping at Toya’s rapidly hardening cock. The white-haired hero’s back arches, and his mind swims with lust and alcohol as he spreads his legs. 

“Use me up, baby,” Keigo sneers, batting his golden eyes up at Toya with such sickeningly fake innocence it sends a chill down his spine. He opens his mouth, expectantly, tongue flat and out, mere millimeters away from the tip. Toya can feel his hot breath, staggered and teasing. He swallows a hiccup as he tentatively reaches down, running his fingers through Keigo’s tangled blonde hair. Keigo practically purrs at the gesture, rising up to ever so slightly lean into the touch. 

“Y-you lemme know if it gettssss uncomfortable,” Toya mumbles, trying to still cling on to any sort of sense left in his drunk brain. As much as he’d just love to go at it, he doesn’t want to do anything that Keigo will regret. Keigo blinks up at him like he’s impatient and wants Toya to get on with it. 

Toya takes a deep breath before he gently guides his head, and he gasps when Keigo wraps his mouth around his tip, gently suckling. 

“Fuck,” He sighs, his eyelids fluttering as he balls his fingers into a fist, carefully gripping the hair at the back of Keigo’s head as he forces him to take more of him, and Keigo whimpers; the vibrations feel so fucking good. A low moan falls from Toya’s lips as Keigo’s tongue tastes, and he steals a glance to see tears welling up in the winged Pro’s eyes as his nose presses into his pelvis. Toya’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s taking his dick all the way; he’s never done that before. Goosebumps trickle all over Toya’s skin as Keigo sucks, and he twitches when he feels the muscles in the back of his lover’s throat. He’s gonna ruin that seamless winged eyeliner that Keigo wears religiously. 

“You-fuck-you ready?” Toya whispers, and Keigo subtly nods. Carefully, Toya rocks his hips, gently fucking Hawks’ throat. His mouth hangs open, jaw slack and brows raising as he focuses on the sensation and the soft sounds of Keigo sucking. It feels so good…sex with Keigo always feels so good. No matter what they’re doing, it’s always so ethereal…pleasure enhanced by the raw intimacy and passion that they have with one another. Even when they’re not sober, Toya can still feel the connection, keeping him grounded to the world when his mind threatens to fade away into nothingness.

“That’s it, Kei,” Toya rasps, tenderly rutting into his mouth, warm and wet and fucking perfect. Tears drip down Keigo’s nose, eyeliner streaming down his face as he fights his gag reflex. Toya’s hips jolt when Keigo swirls his tongue just the right way, sending shivers down Toya’s spine. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, Keigo pulls back, lips slick and swollen, a string of drool still connecting his lips with Toya’s cock before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. He pushes himself to his feet before pulling off his pants and boxers. 

“Let’s do it. I’m gonna sit in your lap and ride you,” Keigo grins confidently, definitely more eager than he would’ve been sober. His walls are down, and he’s unashamed of everything.  

“Whoa-wait-no lube?” Toya blurts, sober enough to know that he doesn’t want to risk hurting Keigo. 

Keigo pauses before rummaging in the pockets of his discarded khakis. He pulls out a small, travel-size bottle with a sly smirk. 

“Pocket lube?” Toya snorts, amused. 

“Pocket lube,” Keigo grins, trying not to laugh and spoil the mood; it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve laughed during sex, but they’re trying to be discreet. The mood is promptly reignited when Keigo starts massaging the cold lube over Toya’s erection. 

Toya has to bite his lip to keep from moaning his boyfriend’s name as Keigo lowers himself down to Toya’s hilt, bottoming out. Toya leans forward, burying his face in the back of Keigo’s neck, chest pressing against Keigo’s wings. He runs his fingers atop the crimson arches, grabbing the tips of them as he stays flattened against Keigo’s back. The moment he starts rolling his hips, Keigo gasps.

“Shhhh. Not too loud, birdie,” Toya whispers, clasping his hand over Hawks’ mouth as his lover dissolves into pleasure, moans vibrating against his hand. Keigo starts bouncing on Toya’s cock, increasing the pleasure tenfold and making Toya curse under his breath. Keigo’s wings droop as he leans back, forcing Toya to recline against the couch cushion, moving himself so their heads are beside each other. Keigo reaches with one arm around the back of Toya’s head, making it so his hand snakes around to cover Toya’s mouth just as tightly as Toya covers his. The lovers muffle each other’s cries of pleasure; the only sounds permeating the air are the karaoke menu and the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they become absorbed in it, indulging in the warmth of each other. The intimacy is electric, the skin-to-skin contact setting their nerves on fire. They muffle each other’s strangled noises, writhing against one another in sync. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Keigo goes rigid, and Toya cranes his neck so his boyfriend’s hand falls from his mouth. 

“Still working on our last song choice!” Toya calls, trying not to give them away and hoping he doesn't sound as breathless as he feels; if they were back at the Agency, they wouldn’t be holding back. This…this is like a secret that the both of them are struggling to keep under wraps, the pleasure threatening to make the both of them boil over in ecstasy. 

“Ten minutes left! Then your timeslot is over!” The worker shouts in an irritated voice on the other side of the door. 

“Oh we’ll finish sooner than ten minutes,” Toya chuckles to himself, and Keigo rolls his eyes before deliberately rolling his hips. A low groan bursts from Toya’s lips, and he harshly bites his lip to try to be quiet as he grabs Keigo’s hip, brutally thrusting up into his guts. 

“Toya~,” Keigo clearly cries out from under Toya’s hand, and the way he says his name makes Toya’s cock throb. 

“Gonna come, Kei,” Toya pants, dangerously close, “inside?”

Keigo nods, and that’s all the confirmation Toya needs before he’s sailing over the edge, hips stuttering with each pump of come that paints Keigo’s insides. His toes curl, and his hand drops from Keigo’s mouth to wrap around his twitching cock. Keigo gasps, breath sharp and short, inhaling and exhaling through gritted teeth as he teeters to his own precarious climax. It only takes a few expert thrusts of Toya’s fist before the winged Pro crumbles. 

“Damn,” Keigo sighs, cheeks flushed and feathers puffed up. Toya promptly lets go of Keigo’s flagging erection, lewdly sucking the cum off his hand from Keigo’s orgasm. 

“Gross,” Keigo makes a face, and Toya rolls his eyes.

“It came out of you,” He flicks his boyfriend off, “Now…get off me before I get hard again.”

…

The two heroes left the private karaoke room, slipping out before they could be seen by the antsy staff, looking flustered and frazzled and thoroughly blissed-out, guilty smiles flashing. Once their Uber arrives in front of their Agency, Toya and Keigo stumble into the lobby, holding hands like honeymooners as they walk to the elevator. As soon as they reach the Penthouse, Toya grabs Keigo, rubbing his fist on the top of his head to muss up his hair. Keigo yelps, effortlessly shoving Toya away before sprinting to the bedroom. The fiery Pro follows, vaulting to tackle Keigo, and they both go sailing onto the bed. 

“Y’know we broke the law. On your birthday. Usually that’s a my birthday kinda thing,” Toya teases, and Keigo rolls his eyes as he squirms out of Toya’s grip. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Keigo winks.

“Oh, I loved it,” Toya sneers before pressing a soft kiss to Keigo’s lips. Keigo gently kisses him back, cupping the side of Toya’s face as he deepens the kiss. 

“I love you,” Keigo whispers against Toya’s mouth, and Toya’s heart flutters.

“I love you, too, Kei.”

[twinkling-moonlillie]

JJk

🩵 Gojo x reader Meta AU Drabble

🩵 Rockstar!Gojo x Popstar!Reader Drabble

Hazbin Hotel

☀️Lucifer Relationship Headcanons

☀️ Lip Gloss (Lucifer Drabble)

My hero academia

🪽 Hawks x reader Drabble

🪽Another fluffy Hawks Drabble

🪽Hawks x reader Headcanons

🪽Feather Necklace (Hawks x reader oneshot)

🪽 Patronizing! Hawks x reader Drabble (nsfw)

🪽Hawks Headcanons Part 2: Fried Chicken Boogaloo

[lizzy06]

Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

Advice✨ by @bnhascribbles  /ScatteredScribbles (oneshot, fluff)“Your feathers look dull,” you say, a little too fast, “And frayed. That means you don’t get enough Vitamin D.”[COMPLETED]

The Courtship Rituals of One Dark Little Bird✨ by IWillBeTheEndofYou (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami is trying so hard to tell you something. You're so smart! Why can't you just figure it out on your own?[COMPLETED]

Rip It Off Like A Band-Aid ✨by @myheroacademiashorts (oneshot, jealousy, fluff, lil angst) You knew Tokoyami still liked you… At least, you were pretty damn sure he did. You glanced over at the scene again, brows furrowing as you watched your boyfriend duck his head closer to Tsuyu as the pair whispered.[COMPLETED]

Misunderstanding ✨ by @lordsister (oneshot, fluff, humor) Reader’s Quirk: Weretiger (can turn into a giant Siberian tiger) Kaminari stared at you as you gazed at Tokoyami, what he perceived to be a predatory gleam in your tiger-like eyes. “This is bad! She totally wants to eat him!”[COMPLETED]

You Are Just My Type by @myherofuckademia  (oneshot, fluff)Despite his life of darkness, you were Tokoyami’s sunshine.[COMPLETED]

Beak Kisses [Tokoyami x Reader]✨  by  Angry_Kitten_Bakugou (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami is worried about kissing you, and you assure him through fluffy beak kisses that you don't mind.[COMPLETED]

attracting opposites✨ by  whatisreggieshortfor(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Your Quirks complement, you marks line up. It’s how you find the one that’s yours.[COMPLETED]

Face the Sun by @dira333/ Fogfire (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami has a Crush and Class 1-A is adamant on helping, or at least getting all the tea about it.[COMPLETED]

Gift | Tokoyami by Nacatu(oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) It’s the holidays and you want to send Tokoyami off with something from the heart.[COMPLETED]

Secret Admirer by AshREvans (oneshot, fluff) A fluffy tokoyami scenario where his female crush confesses to him after sending him a few secret admirer notes?[COMPLETED]

Sun-Kissed by LennonBlue(oneshot, fluff with lil angst)Just as the moon had fallen in love with the water and all of its ripples and mysteries, Tokoyami had fallen in love with you and all of the little things that made you yourself.[COMPLETED]

Maybe Feather Mites Aren’t so Bad After All ✨by BlackSoul36 (oneshot, fluff) Hawks gets feather mites and infects Tokoyami. You have to deal with treating them.[COMPLETED]

Valentine's Day - Tokoyami ✨ by  NightfallRevel (valentines day au, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Feathers by orphan_account(oneshot, fluff with lil angst)Newly working as a sidekick under the hero name Harpy, reader finds herself mentally and physically struggling with her quirk when things go awry, and receives assistance from everyone's favourite edgey birb.[COMPLETED]

Soulmate AU Tokoyami w/ Black and White AU hcs by @writing-freak (oneshot, soulmate au)your soulmate’s fears and insecurities are like shadows, and can turn your vision grey until you meet them. when tokoyami’s colors start fading, he becomes desperate to find you.[COMPLETED]

Soft Feathers by @justanotherpersonwhohateslife (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami let out a small huff as your fingers rand over his feathers again.[COMPLETED]

[theladycarpathia]

WIP Wednesday - Editing prompt

Hey, I’m late again. Like nearly two days late. FOR SHAME.

So people on varying Hellcheer Discords will know that I’ve been having a lot of trouble with chapter three of And My Waves Meet Your Shore. The rest of the chapter came out so easily and there was this one scene that I have been running into walls with for weeks. 

The whole chapter is a combination of Chrissy’s past and how she ended up on the Hellfire combined with a little of where she is now, feeling at home with the crew and their captain. And there was one scene THAT I COULD NOT MAKE WORK. It was terrible. It was boring. It waffled. I knew I was going to have to cut it but that left me with the dreaded problem of finding something to replace it. I could have just removed it but I felt that would leave a gap. 

It was @staceymcgillicuddy who solved my problem. I scrapped it and changed POV. And the rewrite is going well of what I’ve managed so far! We see so much of Chrissy that actually Eddie’s side of things was the fresh perspective that I needed to make it interesting. 

I’m also editing all of my oneshots for Hellcheer week! (and furiously finishing one or two, we won’t discuss that.)

Have a chunk of a good part of the upcoming chapter of my pirate au!

***

“Don’t I get a description?” she asks, curling up her fingers. Her bag is tucked down her sleeve and she’s suddenly glad that she took the precaution. She’s not used to being unable to trust the people around her.

“Young man in a pirate’s hat,” the man says, lazily. “Really can’t miss him. Off you pop.”

Chrissy takes a deep breath and decides that the fight isn’t worth it. She has to find Captain Munson. Steve had found out that the Hellfire was only due to stop in Hawkins for a very short time, and she has to hope that his intel is correct. There is no other option for her.

She makes her way through the crowded tables, the hoards of drunk patrons and more than once she has to slip out of the way of a grasping hand. She feels as though she’s wandering further into a dragon’s den and that any moment the open maw may snap shut around her, trapping her inside.

But then she spots a table tucked into the corner, its occupant only just hidden by the wall of the booth. But resting in front of him on the table is a very large black hat, decorated with a grand feather.

She stops short, suddenly a little afraid. Despite Steve’s assurances that Captain Munson is a good man, she is not sure of the measure of it when that man is also a pirate. 

But in the end, a good man and a pirate means more than the man waiting for her at home. So she pulls herself up straight, licks her lips, and steps forward.

***

If you’re thinking that sounds a bit familiar, you’d be right. The end of the chapter leads into the first chapter where Chrissy finds Eddie in the Hawk and Dog. 

But if you want to know how she got there, you’ll have to wait until I kick the rest of the chapter into shape. 

[kaen-ace-of-diamonds]

In White and Gold

Word Count: 2,700+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Dabi/Hawks, blink-and-you'll-miss-it TodoDeku and Fuyumi/Miruko.

Summary: Soulmate AU. Hawks has spent his entire life hunting for his soulmate. Whoever this Todoroki Touya is, he knows it's his destiny to meet him. Dabi isn't a big believer in destiny.

Warnings for implied domestic abuse and child abuse.

Written for the @phoenixwingszine, such a long while back that the title was "In Red and Gold." I've heard bits and pieces about the Dabi = Touya reveal but have actually not read the manga since [checks MyAnimeList] shit, October 2020, so apologies if any details are now non-canon.

~0~

When the Hero Public Safety Commission had taken away his given name, he hadn’t been too fussed about it. At only five, he hadn’t had enough time to figure out who Takami Keigo was, let alone worry about what it meant to lose him and become Hawks. He had just had one concern. 

“What about Touya-kun?”

“Hm?”

He had loosened his iron grip on his Endeavor plushie so he could point out the solid black characters he’d been born with on his wrist. 

“Touya-kun. The boy with white hair. Do we have to get rid of his name, too?”

At that, he’d been startled to hear all the HPSC men burst out laughing at him. The one in charge, the one who had told him about his own name, was the first to stop and smile down at him in a way that was meant to be comforting, but that made him feel a little queasy instead.

“No, Hawks. There’s no way of removing soulmate marks, on you or Touya-kun. Although...”

The man had taken Hawks’ forearm in his own unpleasantly cold and dry hand, and inspected the name more closely. Something was gleaming in his eyes that Hawks didn’t understand. 

“We’ll keep an eye out for Touya-kun for you. But you’ll have to cover up that mark. We don’t want any villain seeing it and trying to hurt him, would we?”

Hawks’ heart had skipped a beat, and he clutched the plushie closer. He’d never considered that before. “No, definitely no!”

“Then we’re in agreement. Don’t worry about him, Hawks.”

The meeting was soon over, and the man ruffled his hair before he was escorted back to his new dorm room. As soon as they were all out of sight, Hawks resentfully pawed at it, trying to get it back just the way it was, and push away the feeling of somebody else’s hand there. Hawks wasn’t exactly vain, now or in the future, but he did not like the feeling of anybody else touching his other soulmate mark.

He’d taken a stool so he could stand at the bathroom mirror and take another look at it, curiously tugging at the single wide, icy-white streak of hair in his honey-gold head. He had some feathers that matched it, and he wondered whether that was a coincidence or a part of this whole thing. 

Whoever he was meant to be with in this world, this white streak and the name Todoroki Touya on the inside of his arm were the only clues to finding him. 

If he worked hard here, if he curried favor with the HPSC, if he became the right kind of hero, all these items he was now charged with checking off his list...then maybe things would fall into place and they could meet.

He had gone to bed clinging to the plushie — the only toy he’d been permitted to bring from home — and fallen asleep to dream of a white-haired boy grabbing his hand and taking him to play. He would particularly dislike waking up from dreams like this: they were the only times his loneliness was broken.

~0~

Now, “loneliness” isn’t a word that Hawks thinks of anymore. It’s a thing that’s simply faded into the background of his life, as natural to him as air. 

When not in costume, he wears a simple white wristband over Touya’s name, the most common kind for people whose marks are written on their arm or leg and wish to keep it private. The HPSC had wanted him to hide the white streak in his hair, too, but for once he had dug his heels in and insisted on leaving it alone. He has no plans to advertise himself to his soulmate — like many do, desperate for the connection that the entire world insists they are nothing without — but he won’t leave Touya without a single way to notice him. 

Flippant as he tries to be, Hawks thinks about it far more often than he lets on: only sometimes in private, and most often in public.

Hero costumes are, as a rule, designed to obscure the names of soulmates, and it’s difficult to guess where they might be hidden. Civilians are another story. On patrols, he can count all number of fleecy armbands, sets of anklets, bandanas around foreheads and upper arms, bandages and even masks on faces. But what he finds his eyes flicking towards the most are the people who wear their soulmate’s names openly and proudly on their skin.

What must it be like for them, Hawks wonders, not to fear for the lives of their other half?

Whoever Todoroki Touya is, he has nothing to do with the world of heroes. He’s certain of it.

Maybe it was a delayed realization that other heroes had more colorful lives than his own, like a little kid’s first discovery that his teachers didn’t actually live at school. Or maybe he’d just been a particularly dumb kid. But it had taken a few years for it to click in his head that it might not be a coincidence that Touya shared Endeavor’s surname.

He knew that the HPSC officials would be as vague as always if he were to ask them directly. So the second he was old enough to have that kind of security clearance — being their prize show bird did have its perks — Hawks had gone into their databases to look up the family of Todoroki Enji.

As it happened, Endeavor’s only blood relatives were his three children. Both sons were far too young — Hawks isn’t sure exactly when his mark had appeared but he knows it had been in his infancy — and he had double checked his arm, but the name hadn’t changed from Touya to Fuyumi. Not that he would have minded, but it had been a moot point anyway. 

The mystery remains unsolved, and all he can do is make his way around Japan hoping that they’ll end up in the right place at the right time to recognize one another. Of course, there’s no guarantee that Touya even lives in Japan, but it’s the assumption he has always worked from.

Every day he sees a rainbow of soulmate streaks in the city; as they’re far less intimate than names, the majority of them are shown publicly. He tries to focus on how fascinating the combinations of colors are: for instance, he wonders sometimes about that one kid he’d seen a few years ago, with a wide streak of white and red in his thick shock of green hair, like a squirt of toothpaste. Really, he’s lucky to have a bird’s eye view of it all; when the city’s in full swing, it’s like flying over a herd of peacocks.

Somehow, though, even from so far up in the air, he always manages to spot the one head in a crowd that, as far as their society was concerned, was as empty as their lives. 

Not everyone was meant to be with others romantically or sexually, but nobody wanted to be alone. Despite the claims of countless products professing to help the lonely everyman find their true love forever, your soulmate wasn’t necessarily meant to be your lover. It was simply the other half your soul reached out to, the one you would know right down to the deepest parts of you that you belonged with...all that poetic stuff.

As such, everyone theoretically had one. However, as usual, time and death often conspired to get in the way. The only way you could lack the requisite marks was if that person didn’t exist yet, or had died, during your lifetime or outside of it. And in that case...

Hawks had once had a twenty-four-hour stakeout assignment with Miruko, during which their idle conversations had turned to how she was meant to find out who had given her the barely perceptible streak of silvery-white in her hair. He’d asked whether she would even notice if it fell out one day, to which she had given him a reproving kick to the rear and pointed to the few rusty-red strands mixed in. 

But he had meant it, and keeps wondering even now: what would hurt the most? His own precious streak of white uprooting itself forever before he’d even gotten the chance to meet Touya? Or meeting him, knowing him, even loving him, and then one day out of the blue seeing white strands of hair falling away in front of his face? He thinks that that alone might knock him right out of the sky.

If the worst does happen, Hawks knows that there’s nothing he could do about it. Still he memorizes the characters on his arm, so even if — when — the mark disappears, he will still be able to copy down Touya’s name exactly as it was. 

And still he guards the streak jealously: turning quietly furious if it’s clipped in battle, catching himself running his fingers over it even when he’s not actively preening, gelling it up every morning so it sticks out like a signpost over the rest of his hair. 

He can’t actively go out looking for Touya, not with his regularly scheduled hero work and his...extracurricular assignments from the HSPC. His goal of creating a world where every hero has that kind of time to kill is still much too far away.

Hawks will leave him this one clue and carry on with his life. But he’ll always keep one eye open for the only man in the world who still knows his true name.

~0~

He pities whoever has the name Dabi emblazoned somewhere on their skin. 

Of course, it could just be a villain name. They don’t have enough data on him to know otherwise (in fact, they barely have any at all, which annoys the shit out of Hawks). But if Toga Himiko and Shigaraki Tomura are using their real names, then there’s a chance that Dabi is too, or at least a couple characters of it. 

Or...maybe had is a better word. If there’s still a streak in Dabi’s spiky mess of hair, it definitely would have stood out against the black.

“What are you staring at, Hawks?” Dabi is always the first to speak in these little rendezvous of theirs. If he were less rigidly trained, the sound of that gravelly voice would make his feathers ruffle. “Am I really that handsome?”

Hawks snorts loudly. He’s long since stopped reflexively looking for any trace of someone’s name on that patchwork skin. “Dunno. But you keep picking the ugliest places to meet up, you know that?”

Normally, Hawks likes being around the sea; the scent of the wind is refreshing and sharp, and the gulls always seem to be in awe of his wingspan. But at three in the morning, underneath a defunct fishery that still has the smells of machinery oil, raw fish, and dirty salt water hanging in its air? It only makes the inside of his nostrils sting.

“So sorry it’s all beneath you, Number Two Hero. Now...why don’t we hash out the details of that little event we were talking about last time? Have you given it any thought?”

“Sure I have. I’ve double checked the registers for strong heroes for your Noumu, and I think I’ve got some testing candidates.” 

Dabi’s eyes gleam, as bright as his fire and as eager for destruction. It makes Hawks’ stomach turn. 

“Good. I’ve been scouting other locations along the coast, so tell me what you think of these...”

~0~

Hawks flies away believing the plan to be set for three days from now, at a small factory where casualties can be expected to be small.

Or maybe he already suspects that Dabi plans to alter the deal. That deceptively calm face, that friendly smile that doesn’t reach his flat gold eyes...Dabi would have an easier time trying to see through a steel wall. The only thing he knows for sure about Hawks is that he can’t place the slightest bit of trust in him. 

Well...maybe that’s not the only thing.

Between the HSPC keeping Hawks and his prodigious abilities under wraps until his public debut at fifteen, Dabi hadn’t known where the golden streak in his white hair came from, who this Takami Keigo was that Endeavor had always strongly discouraged him from wanting to try and meet. His father’s strong discouragements (and encouragements, now that he thought about it) were usually delivered with fists and fire, but even bruises that marred his whole cheek weren’t enough to hide the characters standing out boldly on his jawline.

His own Quirk, however, had done the trick. He had barely survived being pushed past the limit by his father, but at the cost of so much of his skin, including the piece that bore his soulmate’s name. He knew it by heart (his mother had quietly urged him to do so, perhaps anticipating its loss), and of course he knew his own natural hair color, long since obscured by deep black dye.

The first time they had met — the first time Dabi had looked, really looked, at the Number Two Hero — his first thought had been, It can’t be. 

His second thought, mere moments later: It is. He is. 

With the long, thick garments that made up Hawks’ costume, Dabi can’t guess where his other mark might be, but he knows as sure as he knows his own name that Todoroki Touya is branded in inky black somewhere on his skin.

If you change your name — and you have to do it yourself, nobody else’s will has that kind of power — your soulmate’s mark changes accordingly, to become as accurate a reflection of your soul as possible. Aliases like hero and villain names can even qualify, in rare cases, if you wrap up enough of your identity in them: that’s why it’s Endeavor and not Todoroki Enji smeared across his mother’s face. 

He had thought he was Dabi now. In his thoughts, he calls himself by the name he had taken, on realizing that he still survived, that he hadn’t let his father’s fire cremate him alive. 

He supposes that deep down, he must still be that man’s son after all. 

That’s fine. Perfectly fine. If he wasn’t, then Hawks would have known exactly who he was before they’d ever even met. If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place. He’ll live with it, like he lives with everything else.

But he had vaguely wondered, in the beginning, whether to come right out and reveal the truth of their bond to Hawks. If nothing else, it would shake that unflappable look off his face and uncover something real. At best, it could make him reconsider whose side he really ought to be on...

Of course he hadn’t. Hawks was a hero before he was anyone’s soulmate. It didn’t mean Dabi was meant to be with him, any more than his mother was supposed to be with his father. He doubted whether any hero could feel love for anything but themself, let alone the carefully groomed pet of the HSPC.

Still, it’s quite a few minutes before Dabi finally takes his eyes off the spot of night sky that Hawks had disappeared into, and turns to begin the long trek on foot to the League’s hideout. They’re not family, not even close. He’s never had friends, either...but he wonders if what he feels around some of them is what that’s like.

He’s never really thought about what having his soulmate by his side would be like. He knows for sure now that he would never have done anything for him: back then, he would never have chosen their connection over his hero worship, and now, it’s only a matter of time until he betrays him, destroying him in the name of this society of false heroes, just like his father before him.

Even if he had gone the rest of his life without putting a face to the name, he knows that Takami Keigo would always have done him more harm than good. 

Todoroki Touya has always been alone, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.

But still...he thinks he just might tell Hawks their little secret one day. Just like all his others: when the time is right. 

[onyx-canread]

Feather Pals

Reiya_Wakayama

Fandom: MHA

Ship: None

Rating: General Audience

Archive Warning: No Archive Warning

Chapters: Oneshot

Words:8,783

Summary:

Dear Hawks, My name is Iza Izuku. I am six years old and I chose you for my letter. Unohana-sensei said to write about us and why we choosed chose you so…um, I like katsudon, and coloring and heroes and quirks. I don’t like tomatoes, they’re yucky. I had a mommy and daddy but they’re gone and I live at an orphanage now. I miss them a lot but I’m okay. I chose you because you have wings and I have wings and I haven’t seen anyone else with wings like mine except you and I really like your wings. Red is my favorite color. I drawed drew a picture of me and my wings too, so you know what I look like. I put a feather in as well so you could have one. It hurt a bit to pull it but since I haven’t seen anyone with wings like mine except you I figured you might be lonely like me sometimes so I gave you a feather so you know you’re not alone. I hope you like it. You don’t have to keep it. I hope you’ll write back. Izuku

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tbh i think he would have taken the -foot suffix after his parents

Oh, I like the meaning behind it! Not the coolest name ever, but I Iike it :)