#MHA Hawks x reader

[cloudcountry]

when this is over ⤿ keigo deserves to be cherished.

tags: he acts like a bird...i'm not sorry!! soft hawks, biting, thoughts of marriage.

The soft cooing and chattering from Keigo is the only noise in the otherwise silent bedroom. His head rests comfortably in your lap, the skin he touches tingling. His hair is wild and free from flying around all day, and you run your fingers through the strands in an attempt to smooth it down. He nuzzles your thigh, nipping at the fat affectionately, and you squirm at the feeling of his stubble tickling your skin.

Keigo latches onto your thighs, gloved hands rough against you but his touch is so so gentle. His pupils are blown wide, eyes staring straight into your own, lips curling into the softest smile. He holds you in place as he nudges your flesh with his nose, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You giggle at the feeling, wiggling your hips to try and get away from the ticklish sensation, but Keigo holds you tight. Hero training was no joke—his grip strength was strong and you were powerless against it.

“It’s not fair.” you say softly, “I want to kiss you too.”

His flushes, pretty and pink and yours, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. It’s precious, the way he avoids your eyes now, hands clenching and unclenching against your thighs as he thinks it over. Only you could turn him into a blushing, unsure man, his wings shrinking against his back, cautious and embarrassed for the first time in his life.

“Patience.” he says softly, unrelenting in his grip and his mouth, biting you just a little harder for your teasing.

You laugh, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle the sounds. His wings knock against your cheek, the feathers brushing against you as if they’re reprimanding you for laughing at him. It only makes you laugh harder, and in his petty display of dominance, Keigo slides himself down the bed and grabs your ankles, pulling you with him.

“Keigo!” you shriek, laughter bursting free from your lips, filling the once quiet room with squeals and gasps.

He looks smug, always elated to have made you laugh, his elbows coming to rest on either side of your head. He stares down at you, lovingly and quietly, waiting until your laughter dies down and there’s nothing between you except for your heaving chest.

He’s so lucky he gets to share these things with you. Something so unique and pretty and soft, filling his chest until he fears he will pop. If he did, he’d surely burst into the color of your eyes and the way your laugh sounds and the memories of your smile he has forever saved in his mind.

He coos softly, wings swooping over the sides of the bed, trapping the two of you in a canopy of red feathers. Your gaze is torn away from him in favor of his feathers, your mouth falling into an awed “o,” your fingers reaching out to stroke the top of his wing. He tilts it closer to you, shuddering as you pet him, your hands growing more confident the more he allows you to do.

Keigo doesn’t even notice he’s lowering his head until he finds himself resting on your chest, eyes fluttering shut at your soft touch.

Being a Pro is hard. It always will be. Keigo wants to make it easier, but all that means for him is that his job is even more difficult. You purse your lips, tempted to say something, but knowing that ultimately Keigo wouldn’t have done anything different if he had a second chance.

It was the life he chose. It was the life every single Pro had chosen. It wouldn’t be fair to them for you to treat it like a burden, not when everyone was safer because of them.

“Thank you.” you whisper as the sun dips beneath the horizon, as darkness swallows up your room, “I love you so much.”

Keigo shifts his head, looking up at you. His eyes are bright and full of life. It’s reassuring.

“It’s my job, honey. I love you too.” he presses the back of his hand against your forehead, brushing over the skin with his knuckles.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into you. His chest collides with yours but it’s tender, like sharing fried chicken with him on movie nights, like taking him out on a picnic date, like him holding you tight as he flies high above the world, showing you exactly what his world is like.

You wish you could do more for him aside from this. Trimming and painting his nails didn’t feel like enough, helping him preen didn’t feel like enough. Bathing with him and cooking for him and making him tea every morning and night to soothe his aching muscles and bones didn’t feel like enough.

Maybe it never would be enough.

He holds the whole world on his shoulders, balancing it for the good of every person on the planet, even when it feels like the weight will crush him.

Pro Heroes take care of everyone. Who takes care of them?

As you stare down at Keigo, his expression blissed out as he holds you close, his posture completely relaxed and trusting, you know the answer.

Those who love heroes, and those who heroes love in return, are the ones that protect them.

The general public doesn’t know what this is like. They don’t have a hero who trusts them as much as they trust the heroes. They don’t have someone who would go to work, only for them to end up on the news every day. They didn’t have to worry about whether their loved one would have to face the corruption that undoubtedly ran through the higher up hero circles.

Could they even handle it if they did? You could barely handle it most days.

You shake your head and kiss the exposed skin of his forehead, willing the thoughts away. Now was not the time for misery. The both of you knew this well. There would be plenty of time to mourn and contemplate later, when stakes were higher and you two won’t be together. Right now was precious, with you in his arms and him in yours.

When this is over, you think fondly, I’m going to marry him.

Keigo bumps his nose against your chin when he goes in for a kiss, and you squeeze him tighter.

[sericasong]

Hmmmmso basically. Best friend!Keigo.

Best friend!Keigo who loves you so much, in a completely and totally platonic way for sure! No romantic feelings, definitely, no lingering glances or straying thoughts ever at all.

Best friend!Keigo who's so thoughtful, so accommodating to your needs. He's always quick to bring you a snack or build your new furniture or buy you that outfit you were looking at. It's just because he's your best friend! He likes taking care of you. For no reason.

Best friend!Keigo who would never let his fantasies wander to the subject of you. No, he'd never dare sneak his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, biting the nearest pillow and imagining it's your thighs. He's too respectful for that.

Best friend!Keigo who... okay, maybe he gives in to whim in the privacy of nightfall. Maybe he takes a little pleasure staining his empty Commission apartment with the smell of lust, the sordid set of memories that will stay there even after he washes his sheets. Maybe he takes a lot of pleasure from the toys he buys to pretend fucking you, being fucked by you, just as much an investment as you yourself and just as willing a business venture.

Best friend!Keigo who yelps when you call him right after he's moaned your name to a finish, excuses the breathless tone of his voice with having just worked out and the startled "ohfuck" when his sensitive dick brushes the bedding with muscle cramps.

Best friend!Keigo who might be considering asking for your help with some of these urges he's been having more often recently.

[animestsstuff2]

Hawks loves to spoil you

Hawks x Femreader

Content warning: spoiling, intercourse, praise, adoration, fem-receiving, fluff, x-rated at the end.

Hawks love to spoil you. He loves to send you gifts, buy you everything and anything your pretty heart desires. He works so hard as a pro, works so many hours, so much overtime so of course with all this money, he’s so happy and lucky he has you to spend it on.

Ever since he met you he just can’t get enough of seeing your pretty smile when he comes home with something new, seeing your eyes light up and the giggles that erupt when he reveals the surprise. Your reaction feeds him. He loves the little cheek kisses especially.

He spends a lot of time now patrolling shopping centres, high end boutiques, flower shops, jewellers. The shop has something you like? He’s already there. He has a scheduled flower delivery every two weeks to your home to make sure you always have something to put in the vase he got you.

He is always buying you new swimwear, bikinis, one pieces so you always have something to wear in the rooftop pool of his apartment. He is always making sure you are getting the new cell-phone thats just cane out. He has to make sure his girlfriend can always contact him anywhere at anytime, what if you’re hungry? Or need a new dress.

Hawks instincts override any rational sense he has when he sees you. You’re his after all. He always ensures your hair appointments are booked, nails? Already in for an infill, skin? Your next facial is in a few weeks! He ensures you’re always taken care off in every way possible.

He knows just how much you love to go out to eat and whenever he has the time (makes the time) he has booked a table at the best rated restaurant. He knows what food you like and always ensures he gets the best seat. You’re too cold? Okay we’ll move. You wanna look out at the sky? That window seat looks perfect.

Nothing is too good for his girl.

Hawks spoils you every way he can. He always makes sure to drop by during his patrols, to preen and give you a kiss. He always makes sure to call you in the morning, even if you aren’t awake you can listen to his message. He calls before you sleep and when you’re eating dinner. He texts constantly and has almost hit a few buildings for not paying attention to his surroundings.

Hawks just loves to spoil you. How can he not? You’re just perfect to him. He loves your body, the way the new clothes hug you, show everything off just the right way. Hawks buys you new clothes constantly because he always seems to just rip them off the minute he gets the chance.

He doesn’t just spoil you with material things or through small doses like kissing and cuddling. No, Hawks loves to watch you squirm, loves making you cum not once, not twice, but as many times as his pretty girl can go from his tongue.

He spoils you so much, always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks about his. You want him to eat you out? He’s already on his knees. You drank too much at dinner and want him to bend you over the table? He’s already paid the bill and is flying you home in his arms.

Hawks just loves ensuring you get your fix and as long as you get yours he gets his. He just can’t get enough. The way your tongue clashes with his so desperately. He loves hearing your whines as he sucks and bites at your nipple, flicking the other all the while you grind on his thigh.

“H-Hawks, c’mon” Your stutters and gibberish eggs him on more. The primal instincts within him just take over and he wants more.

“What? What’dya want?” He coos, smoothing a hand over your stomach as you lay on your back. His thumb lazily circling your clit as he stares up at you with hungry eyes.

All ya gotta do is ask and he’ll give you whatever you want.

“Mm- wanna, i-Wanna cum Keigo” His thumb picks up and his eyes narrow at the use if his name. It sends him wild as you come undone under him.

Hawks just loves everything about you. He loves making sure you are always happy, always fulfilled and always filled. He wants nothing more than to meet Every. Single. One. Of. Your. Needs.

“A-Ah, K-keigo, can’t i-“ you’re a stuttering mess under him, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open. His hands on either side of your face, one of yours interlocked with his.

“C-Can’t what? C’mon Angel, don’t tell me I’ve spoiled you too much that you’ve forgotten your words” his teasing tone and snide comments go right to your core, tightening the knot that wants to desperately to come undone under him.

“W-wanna cum Keigo!” You squeal as he pushes in deeper, goes faster and hits harder. That extra sensitive spot in you getting abused by the man who just loves to spoil you so badly. His head dips low as he mashes his lips to yours in a sweaty kiss before pulling away and pressing wet kisses all over your face.

“Y-Yeah? You wanna cum? Ha-mmh. Okay Angel, c’mon n’ cum for me, wanna see my pretty girl get her fill” His voice was rough and even desperate as he felt his own release catch up with him.

You could only nod now putty in his hands as your walls squeezed him tight, milking him completely. A moan leaving your lips as you felt the hot ropes of cum spurt within you. Hawks stilled, a groan leaving his lips as he rested his forehead against yours.

Both panting and sweaty. He rolled off and to your side, wrapping you up in his arms as his wings came round to tickle your back and make you squirm slightly. He kissed your forehead.

“So, so spoilt. Thats the third time today” he laughed and you only whined into his chest. His hand coming to smooth over your hair.

“S’okay. I love spoiling my pretty girl”

[bokunokamijirou]

part 2 of texts with your flirty best friend Keigo Takami!!!!

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[flannel-cladpika]

Hawks x F!Reader - Better Late Than Never

A/N: I kept imagining what he'd be like as a dad, and what he'd go through after finding out that he is one.

TW: Slight Angst, Suggestive Themes, Fluff

It had just been a drunken one night stand.

You'd been pretty tipsy at the bar, trying to get over your long-term boyfriend-turned-ex who cheated on you.

The next thing you knew, you were kissing an equally drunk, very handsome blonde with red wings, and dragging him out of the bar and into your bed.

You awoke the next morning alone, with an ache in your back and a killer hangover.

It wasn't until you missed your next period that you realized what you'd done.

And that was how you got your little buddle of joy, Sen.

You tried to find the guy who'd turned you into a single mom, but you couldn't remember his name. You were pretty sure he'd used a fake name anyway, since it sounded like the name of a bird. Heron? Eagle? You couldn't quite remember.

Your family pestered you with questions about who the father was, but were ultimately supportive of your choice to keep the baby. You got a place not far from your parents, who helped you with raising your daughter and were there to give you advice and support when you needed it.

Your little Sen looked just like her father, golden hair and daffodil eyes with a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

Eventually, you caught sight of him on the news one night after putting your 3 year-old to bed. He was saving hostages from a bank hold-up, his red wings spread wide as he used his feathers to get people out of the building.

Turned out; the father of your child was the freaking number two hero of Japan.

Your first instinct was to freak out. What if paparazzi found out about your daughter? After all, she was clearly her father's child. What if villains targeted her for being related to him? What if-

But then you did some digging into the winged hero and found out he operated mostly in Fukuoka, which was a relief, because you lived 10 hours away in Okayama. Well, it was 3 hours by air (you checked flights to see how far he would've had to fly), so Hawks must have just stopped over for a night of letting loose to get away from his hero life that night.

After that, you just went about your days like normal. You never tried to contact the pro-hero, nor did you ever tell your daughter. She didn't need to know that her father was someone who she'd never be able to meet. Nor did she need to know that he had no idea that she even existed.

---

"Mama! Ice-cream!" your small daughter exclaimed excitedly as she held onto your hand, pointing towards an ice-cream stall.

You smile down at your blonde 4 year-old and chuckle softly, watching as her little red tufts of feathers wiggle excitedly.

You were visiting your brother in Tokyo and had brought your little one to see the sights and her uncle, whom she hadn't seen since New Years.

A lot had happened in the hero world, what with a major battle against a villain organization that had proved fatal for some pro-heroes. You had silently hoped that Hawks wasn't one of them, and when his name wasn't on the list of the deceased, you breathed a small sigh of relief.

You pick up your little golden-haired child and held her in your arms as you kissed her nose playfully.

"Sure, sweetheart~. How about we get some ice-cream and then go to the playground?" you offer, smiling as you hear your daughter giggle happily.

"Okay!" she replies, smiling brightly.

You walk up and get a small dish of ice-cream for your daughter and a medium for yourself, handing the smaller one to your child who is still in your arms.

"Here you go, sweetie"

As your daughter is about to take a lick of her frozen dessert, you stop her.

"Sen, what do we say to the nice man who just gave us ice-cream?" you prompt, waiting for her to say it.

The little girl turns towards the teenager behind the stall, and smiles.

"Thank you, mister!" she says, beaming.

The young man smiles at the sight, clearly endeared by the adorable small child.

"You're welcome" he says as the two of you walk away towards the park.

She gobbles down her ice-cream in the blink of an eye, throwing away her container and rushing over to the playground to walk up the steps and go down the slide as you watch from the nearby bench and finish your own frozen treat.

Suddenly, Sen loses her footing, and your world seems to go in slow-motion.

As she starts to fall off the play structure, you run to save her, your feet carrying you faster than they ever have before, your arms outstretched, prepared to catch your child.

But someone else gets there before you do.

"Woah there little bird! Careful now. Don't want you getting hurt, now.~" says a smooth, masculine voice.

You look up to see a familiar hero holding your daughter aloft, having caught her mid-fall in his arms.

The little girl looks at the citrine-haired man with wide eyes, amazement and wonder in her expression.

"Angel?" she asks, looking at his sparsely feathered wings, trying to reach for his feathers.

The blonde male chuckles as he looks down at the child with a bright television-worthy smile.

He pauses as he notices her saffron hair and amber eyes.

"Achoo!"

Your eyes widen as you rush forward and take your child from his arms, watching as her crimson baby feathers ruffle as she sneezes.

The man's eyes widen as he sees you and looks down at the child in your arms that resembles him so much, slowly piecing things together as he steps back.

You back up, holding your daughter close.

"Mama, you're squishing me!" she giggles, not sensing the change in atmosphere.

Her voice jolts you out of your trance and you look down at your child in your arms, checking her for injuries.

"Sorry, honeybee. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?" you ask, checking her over.

The little one in your arms shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. The angel saved me from getting hurt!" she said, smile on her face as she looked over at the blonde man.

You look over at him and awkwardly bow.

"T-Thank you, sir. We should be going-" you begin, about to step away before he steps closer, his hand outstretched, but not reaching you.

"Hang on. You...we... is she..?" he started, clearly trying to find the words for this situation.

You hold your daughter away from him and step back.

"N-No...she's not" you respond unconvincingly, not able to look him in the eye.

The blonde scoffs. "Really? Cause she sure looks a lot like me. Practically a carbon copy."

You glare at him holding her close as you set down at the young girl.

"Sen, sweetie, why don't you go play in the sandbox over there while mama thanks this nice man?" you say softly.

The small child nods happily and runs off towards the nearby sandbox where you could keep an eye on her. You then sit down on the bench from before and pat the spot next to you as you look at the man you'd dreaded meeting.

"Well?" you ask, raising a brow with an unenthusiastic expression.

He took a seat next to you, rubbing his face as he groaned.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, looking at the ground.

You scoff mirthlessly. "And how would I have done that? Not like you left a name or number to contact you." you respond a bit bitterly.

The man winces slightly. "Yeah, that was kind of a dick move on my part. But I'm sure you know who I am. You could've come to my agency, or something."

You roll your eyes. "And what would I have said? 'Oh hey, one of the top heroes knocked me up in a one-night stand, let me see him'? Yeah, I'm sure THAT would've gone well."

Hawks sighs as he runs a hand over his face.

"You're not wrong... but still, you could've called my agent or... something. Anything to let me know."

You rub your temple as you let out a sigh. "And what could you have done? You're a top hero, and have a reputation to uphold. You have a lot of female fans that like you because you're hot and single and they can dream of dating you. We would've hurt your image."

The man groaned as he put his head in his hands. "I hate that you're right...goddammit..."

You give him a sympathetic smile as you pat his back reassuringly.

"Hey...it's ok. You can walk away. I wouldn't even blame you. I don't expect you to suddenly become a father, especially after everything you've had to go through recently. I promise I won't ask for money or tell anyone."

The topaz-eyed hero looked up at you, before looking up and glancing at his daughter playing in the sandbox, her tiny wings spread out as she pretended she was digging for buried treasure. A small smile crept up his face as he watched her.

"Nah. I think she might be exactly what I need right now. Hell, I bet the media would be happy to see me playing the doting father role." he half chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes as you grasped his chin and made him look at you, your voice drenched in venom and warning.

"My daughter is not a prop for you to use to increase your popularity, Hawks. Whether you're her biological father or not."

The hero's eyes widened at your tone and raised his hands in surrender with a smile.

"Hey now, I was just kidding! I would never do such a thing to my own kid."

You continued to glare at him as you released him and looked back at your child with a softer expression.

"She's a wonderful girl, you know. She's so curious and adventurous." you say gently.

The man looked back at his child and smiled. "She seems like it. And if you'd let me, I'd like to be there for those adventures."

You glance his way as you chuckle softly. "Maybe. I'll give you a 2 month trial. Then we'll talk."

Hawks smirked as you looked your way.

THE END

"Deal~."

EPILOGUE

"Papa!"

A/N: Not sure if I love this one, but I might edit it later

[muraaaaaa]

You woke up to something soft, tickling your nose. At first, you tried swatting it away, but the feeling persisted. With a groan and finally accepting the fact that you were now awake, you opened your eyes to find the culprit who dared disturbed the sweet embrace of sleep.

You find a lil baby feather nestled in the sheets near your face and almost instantly all your irritation melts away.

You reach up to fiddle with the crimson culprit, relishing in how it glides between the tips of your fingers. You're always in a bit of awe at how these fluffly feathers could also turn into a weapon at a moment's notice. But to you, they were a symbol of warmth and love.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo gazes at this scene with a soft smile of his own. Never did he think he'd be able to witness a small piece of heaven, just inches away from him. And although he wanted to bask in the love you bestowed upon his feather, just a bit longer, his quiet coos gave him away.

'traitor,' he thought.

As soon as you heard it, you narrowed your eyes at him, but your lips betrayed your feelings as they twitched upwards,

"Morning love, take a picture, it'll last longer."

And although Keigo flushed at your words, the twinkle in his eyes seemed to get brighter, "Hmm, maybe i should, but what good is a picture when you're right in front of me" as he snuggled closer.

Happy that you could get in some morning cuddles, you missed his feathers sneaking around.

Soon a loud shriek filled the bedroom , as you tried to wiggle away while Keigo's feathers tickled you, showing no mercy.

But as Keigo's giggles accompanied your wails for mercy, you find yourself thinking

You'd have it no other way.

A thud was heard, followed by cursing "KEIGO YOU ASS!!"

truly you'd have it no other way.

"I'M SORRYYYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BIRDIE!! NO!! PUT THAT PILLOW DOWN!!"

[ameliaenya404]

Touch Me Soft and Slow.

Hawks was fast. Panting. His hands kept a painfully tight grip on the ladder he was climbing so quickly that the news could barely keep up. He was effortless. His smirk. His charm. His performance was peak. His name lingered on the lips of people across Japan. The (cracked) golden boy, the (flawed) masterpiece. A show put on for every camera rolling became his life, adapting as fast as he flew. Hair wind tossed and eyes shining with potential. A shiny toy for the commission that they threw and bent, before leaving him to fix the damage by himself to go back out the next day and suffer the same twists and turns. He comes home with cuts and scraps on his knees like a boy who fell on the pavement after playing tag. And as you bandage those cuts that's what you see, a boy. A child who never got the chance to be a child. Who never was allowed the simple pleasures of climbing a tree for the hell of it or play fighting with friends. But even as you fretted over him he still had that boyish smile, lips quirked up ever so slightly as you huff over his superficial damage. It's later you meet the damage that runs much deeper than a laceration on his cheek. Your hands digging in his chest, an empty cavity is all that's there in the dead of the night. Left to be filled, neglected. Caution tape barring it off initially. Once you tore up the appendages keeping you from the root, after confrontation.

Fighting with him to fight for him.

He let you see his worst. His ugliest. Something you found so morbidly beautiful. In those dead nights you took so much honor in him letting you try and shove puzzle pieces of his heart together. Until something clicked and you moved onto the next pair to complete the set that would fill that empty numb spot in him. When he came home with blood on his wings he silently pleaded you to cleanse him of everything with a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. Loosing himself later in the feeling of your fingers carding through his feathers as you washed a deeper scarlet from them. Holding his hands under running water, not a hint of judgment in your eyes as crimson stained the clear water that ran down the drain. Kissing the scars litterd across his palms when moonlight filterd through the sheer curtains. Kisses that wandered up to his neck. Then his jaw, before finally locking your lips with his. Everything silent exept for the sound of kissing and the quite woosh of the ceiling fan. Hot summer nights spent trying to peice eachother back together with slow kisses and soft touches. Serving eachother in the way you both knew best. Moans of names filling the air like prayers.

For the fastest man, Keigo liked it best when you touched him soft and slow.

[queenendless]

WELCOME HOME

A/n: Short fic. Cause I miss my bird baby. AU TIME based off World Heroes Mission. Hawks/Keigo Takami x Adult!Fem!Reader.

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGARIZE, COPY, EDIT, AND/OR STEAL MY FANFIC WORK. If you enjoy my fan content, then reblog, like, comment, n follow pls n thnx u.

Keigo Takami.

The #2 Hero.

The Winged man that goes too fast in his line of work and in life.

Yet every time he stops by your place; your shared place, he goes at a somewhat normal pace. The norm of being with you made him want to relish in every moment spent together.

Letting the balcony doors open to let out the steam of cooking was one thing. Being his personal doorway in was the better fun option.

The place was always cozy and warm when it's you two.

But dating a pro means lots of patrols, late nights handling cases, and dangerous missions facing criminals and villains from all walks of life.

Like right now.

The worldwide operation of defeating the terrorist cult organization Humarise from activating their Trigger bombs designed to release gas that drives all Quirk users who inhale the gas to go berserk as their chemically enhanced powers toxically overwhelm them.

The World Heroes Association mobilized heroes around the world to seize those bombs along with every member and ally of the group.

Thankfully, the bombs were defused.

The world was averted from disaster.

Despite the official reports the news covered on the event, in your heart, you knew there was more to it.

So you felt your heart soar over the moon when the sight of red and yellow was caught from the corner of your eye by the balcony.

“Hey baby bird.”

Standing right there outside, he bowed to you, a gloved hand offered to you.

“Miss me?”

Your feet moved on their own. Water clouded your eyes. He caught your running self jumping into his arms with ease, swinging you side by side, gently squeezing you in kind.

“I did.” You mumbled in his neck, kissing his skin showing there, feeling his warm beating pulse against your lips.

“I missed you too. So damn much.” His stubbled chin brushed your cheek before planting several smooches there.

The anxious tension filling his heart ever since this Humarise operation began would not rest until he saw you again with his own eyes. And it did.

“Congrats on the success of your mission.” Your proud smile beamed up at him, earning a blush tinting his ears, his neck, and his cheeks.

His bashful grin rewarded you. “Thanks. It was a worldwide team effort, though.”

“I love you Kei.” Your tight squeeze of a hug made your birdman wheeze out at the surprising strength it held.

His wings surrounded you as he squeezed you right back. “I love you too, Y/n.”

You two would spend the remainder of the night cuddling, a comfy blanket shared by you both, as you let the TV run in the background, until you both finally conked out.

Tonight he got to spend with you safe and sound in his arms at last.

[sat0-get0]

Can I request Hawks x pro hero fem reader

She is very tired because of hero missions and managing her own agency . So Hawks fxcks her after they had dinner to relieve her stress

Hard service dom Hawks is all I want because sometimes my hard dominance also drains out

・❥ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 & 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.2𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 (𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧), 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮 (𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙭 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰) 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

You practically slam open the door of you and Keigo's shared home. The phone calls, the emails, the countless demands you hear all in 24 hours. It scrambled your mind within the span of one day and you were over the entire thing.

"Hey, angel." Keigo greets softly, already sensing your emotions. He had a pretty chill day, just a couple of paper work to do which he handed off to his assistants of his agency. You, on the other hand, were very particular on how you ran your agency leading to you doing most of the work.

"Hi, Kei'." you sigh out, not being worn out enough to not greet your boyfriend. You carelessly throw your tote bag to the ground but Keigo's feathers are quick to stoop in & grab it, placing it carefully onto the coffee table in the living room. "I got take out, baby, you hungry?" he calls out to you as you storm further into the house, seeking a well needed shower. "Yeah, sure." you say loud enough for him to hear.

As you practically rip off your hero suit to get into the shower, Keigo's warming up your meal and pouring you a drink. His feathers ruffle with concern as he thinks about your mood, thoughts on how to approach it swarming his head. The only thing on your mind is the warm water that's currently soothing your muscles, that and Keigo being the only peaceful part of your day right now.

Your shower is quick and short, anything from water splashing the wrong way to your body wash falling onto the shower ground driving you up the walls. You just wanna sleep this day off and hope your dreams will be enough to cool you down.

You dry yourself off after your shower, filling the bathroom with countless amounts of sighs. The only thing you throw on is a pair of panties and one of Keigo's shirts and you're making your way back into the main room, seeking your well needed meal.

Keigo sits where he originally was, curled up in a blanket as he watches you drag your feet. You pick up the takeout from the coffee table and plop down on the couch across from him. Even the way you eat shows how tense you are and Keigo can't bear to see it. Your eyes are as fierce as his usually are right now as your gaze pierces into his skull, your bites on your food intense.

"Tell me what's wrong." he breaks the silence of the room, looking you into your eyes and reading your emotions the best that he can. You take one last bite of your food, swallowing before speaking. "This day fucking sucks." you say bluntly, picking at a piece of broccoli on your plate. "Why?" he asks simply.

You sigh before speaking, "My bones hurt. My entire body hurts. I've been fighting all day. Writing reports all day. My assistants aren't doing anything the way I want them to do it, can't even make my coffee right, the weather fucking sucked today, nobody wants to fight in rain, I'm tired of reporters being in my face, tired of having to deal with petty ass criminals. Like a flower shop? You're robbing a flower shop, are you serious?" you huff out, slamming your plate onto the coffee table.

Keigo's eyes widen as the table rattles in front of him and yours do too as your frustration dawns on you. You fall back against the couch, taking a deep breath as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Angel.." Keigo mumbles softly, getting up from his spot on the couch to make his way over to you. As soon as he sits besides you, you're leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Hero work is never easy." he says, looking down at you. You nod against his shoulder, choosing to stay quiet so that you don't go on another rant. "I think you just need a little break." You look up at him, his gaze soft even with the markings around his eyes. "You need to be taken care of.." he mumbles, a small smile adorning his features.

It's true, you do need to be taken care of. You need the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and who's better to help you with that than Keigo? You wrap your arms around his neck, almost tackling him down onto the couch. "Please take care of me, Kei'." you mutter quietly. His bottom lip almost quivers at how adorable you can be and he's obliging quickly, taking you up and into his arms. You don't question his actions as he carries you, walking towards your shared bedroom.

Keigo gently places you down onto the bed, taking a split second to admire you. You look so cute, sitting up on your elbows as you look up at him. He joins you on the bed, straddling you as he leans down to press his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. He can't help but kiss you more passionately as you display your neediness like never before, licking into his mouth and seeking out his tongue.

"Baby, mmf-" you cut Keigo off, so entranced by his lips you can't even focus on what he's saying. He simply chuckles against your lips before pulling back, cooing at the sight of you chasing after his touch. "Need you, Kei'." you pout, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Keigo leans down once more to peck your lips before asking, "Want me to eat you out, angel?", his sweet and soft tone contradicting his lewd words.

As hot as Keigo would look with his head between your legs right now, you just wanted, needed to be fucked dumb on his cock right now. "Nuh uh," you whine quietly, doe eyes clouded with lust looking up at him. "Need you inside, Kei. Need your cock." Keigo's gently sliding your panties down your legs, admiring the sheen of your pussy as it already gushes with arousal. Your his shirt comes off next and he smiles at the convenience of it all as he's already greeted with the sight of your hard nipples.

You watch with an impatient pout as Keigo removes his own clothes, too slow for your liking. The expression from your face changes almost instantly however, as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. Your mouth waters at how pretty it is, looking thick and heavy and perfect for filling you up the way you love.

"I gotta prep you first, pretty, okay?" he says as he gets closer to you on the bed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You shake your head, arms crossing over your tits with dissatisfaction. "No." you pout and he only raises a brow at you. "No?" and you shake your head once more. "Wan' your cock now, please." you keen, fluttering your eyelashes at him even though your words alone would be enough for him to give into what you want.

"Okay, but my angel has to take it." he tells you before placing a kiss on your lips which you happily return. You feel his warm hands go underneath your thighs as he softly makes out with you before he's lifting both of your thighs. You sigh out against his lips as he brings your legs up, successfully folding you into a mating press, legs up to your chest. You try to writhe underneath him but with his grip, it's practically impossible.

Your head falls back against the bed as he releases himself from your addicting lips, straightening his back. You can only let your eyes flutter shut as he spits down onto your pussy slowly, the cool fluid a stark contrast compared to your warm slick. "Kei'," you mewl out as you feel the heavy weight of his cock slap against your pussy before rubbing back n' forth between your folds. You bite at your lower lip whenever his tip grazes your pearl and it only makes you want him even more.

"Please," you whine out and Keigo's taking the hint, sliding back one last time before slowly plunging his cock into you. The mating press has him hitting spots he's not sure he's ever discovered before and it makes him shudder above you, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Fuck, loosen up, angel." he grits out and you try, you really do. You begin to think maybe it's just the thickness of his cock that's giving the both of you this overwhelming sensation.

Keigo pulls out 'til just his tip is inside you before plowing into you with an unforgivable thrust, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your head spins at the way his cock drags against your soft walls and you doubt you'll be able to keep up with his pace. With this position, the only thing you can do is take him and whimper out noises that are music to his ears.

Keigo pistons his cock in n’ out of your fluttering hole, feathers shivering behind him at the way you pulse. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look beneath him, your back arching as much as the position allows it to as he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You moan out to him as he pounds into you, being able to feel every vein and every throb of his cock. They're so prominent in your mind as they rub against the insides of your greedy pussy, your arousal coating his length like never before.

"'ts too much, Kei', too sensitive!" you moan out for him and Keigo only coos down at you, purposefully burying himself as far as he can reach inside you and placing a kiss on your lips. "You can take it, pretty. You were askin' for it, no?" he gives you a faux pout. You can only give him a real pout back, his tone condescending and oh so delicious. You know it's true though and you are getting what you want, you just don't wanna make a mess all over his cock and maybe even the entirety of his lower torso.

Keigo releases his grip on one of your thighs in favor of rubbing at your cute swollen clit, making your thighs tremble due to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands shoot down towards his, attempting to hold his hand in place to slow down his ministrations but he simply slaps your hand away before continuing. "If my angel's gonna cum, I gotta let her." he grins down at you and you can't even see it with the way your eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open to let out pleasured sounds.

"'m gonna-, please Kei', wanna cum so bad." you slur, barely coherent with the way you babble. Keigo of course gives his angel what she wants, fucking into you harder and strumming at your clit in time with his thrusts. "Gonna make a mess, baby?" he asks you, knowing your body so well and you can barely nod as you feel the dam break inside you.

You cry out a string of Keigo's name along with a couple swears as you let yourself let go. His hand doesn't let up, rubbing you the way you like and it has you making a mess all over him, your arousal coming out in translucent liquids that cover him from the belly button down.

“Such a messy pussy," Keigo groans out, more so to himself. He knew exactly what buttons to push to have you squirting all over him and of course he didn't fail to achieve his goal. Now the only thing he seeks to achieve is his own orgasm which won't be very difficult either. Your overstimulated mewls beneath him has Keigo gripping your thighs hard enough to leave the marks of his hands as he fucks into you mindlessly, babbling sweet nothings with only you on his mind.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum inside, pretty, you want that?" he asks you and you huff out a 'yes, Kei'', his cum inside you being the last thing you need to make this night end off perfectly. "Take it, angel, fuckfuckfuck..!" is the last thing he groans out before he's burying himself into you completely, dumping everything he can give you into your overstimulated pussy. You both groan simultaneously as spurt after spurt finds its way inside you, warming you up even more than before. Keigo gives you a few more thrusts to make sure every single drop of him is inside you and to make sure it stays deep inside you.

You groan softly, a more tired groan as you finally let your legs drop onto the mattress. Keigo practically collapses on top of you from his own exhaustion, finding home in the crook of your neck as he lays his face there. You're sure you can go to sleep just like this, being capable of ignoring the sweatiness and stickiness of it all from fatigue but your boyfriend certainly can't.

You feel as he attempts to get up and wrap your arms around him, bringing him back into the crook of your neck. "Y/N." he grumbles out and you don't give an answer. "I'm gonna clean up." "No." you yawn, trapping him with your legs as well.

"Let go, we're sticky and I'm gonna clean this up."

"No."

"Right now."

...

"No."

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[sericasong]

Keigo is, as a hero, a selfless person. But on rare occasions, he does allow himself to be just a little selfish.

Mostly when it comes to you.

It starts out innocent, just like it always does. He's kissing you, lazy smile pressed to yours with his warm hands cradling either side of your face and his wings fluttering contentedly behind him.

They practically droop when you pull away, his metaphorical tail between his legs as if you've betrayed him to the highest degree by denying him the affection. For a bird, it always takes you off guard just how much of a puppy he is.

"One more?" he suggests hopefully, pointing that charming grin at you like it doesn't have an undertone of please please please?

He's ever so lucky that pathetic is cute on him.

Keigo knows this.

You oblige.

So he escalates, although more sweetly than the word has ever been used before.

"One more kiss" becomes one more minute becomes one more mark sucked into your skin, one more lapse in your self-control because you always give in to him and he's well aware of that.

And thus, here you are, propped up on the nearest soft surface with your thighs draped over Keigo's shoulders and the man himself hungering between them.

"Just one more," he coaxes, utterly lying through his teeth. "One more, baby, c'mon, just gimme one more..."

He pulls back minutely, just enough to lick his lips and grin. Spoiled thing, so unhesitant to take advantage of the fact.

"So fuckin' good for me. One more, yeah?"

[sugarydolli]

BJs with Keigo ( = ⩊ = )‧₊˚ ⋅

tw: rough oral, dubcon oral

you can feel pinpricks of heat rise to your cheek as you peer up at him, resting your head on a muscled thigh, lazily pumping at the fat cock in your hand earning a guttural moan from the blonde in front of you.

"F-fucking tease."

"Ooh, but you like it though," a mischievous smirk dancing on your lips, eyes half-lidded. Toying around with his cock, waving it around, slapping it on your cheek a few times before pressing your tongue flat at the base and taking a painfully slow and long swipe, flicking at the tip.

Keigo's cock was so pretty. Girthy from top to bottom, fat vein protruding underneath his skin—same one that drives you crazy dragging against your plushy walls—a beautiful salmon peaking out from his fleshy foreskin. Please, don't get started on his smell, that natural musk mixed with the scandal-wood from his cologne, creating a subtle sweet but sensual scent that radiates off him.

And oh how pretty he looks, head fallen back into the sheets leaving his chest out for display, hair an unruly mess of blonde curls, the blotches of purple and scarlet coats his neck and trails down collarbones, he's lucky his hero costume is practically a turtleneck, you think as his cock pulsates in your hand.

Licking the corner of your mouth before easing onto him, corners of your lips burning as they stretch. His tip bumps against the back of your throat, you squeeze your lips together around him trying to swirl your tongue fully around his cock only to get stuck halfway.

A hand runs through your scalp, getting a good grip before shoving your head down fully onto his cock, the sudden action making you sputter and gag on him, desperately trying to generate more salvia. You could feel his blunt finger nails digging into your head, tears started to form on your bottom lash line as your nose jabbed repeatedly against his pelvic bone. All you could hear was a serenade of moans that whirled out his mouth.

And they were music to your fucking ears.

Finally—Finally, when he lets up on his brutal assault to your throat, his stocky hand lifts off the top of your head, you look terrible. Drool and cum dripping off your lips in long strings—still attached to his cock—sore swollen glossy lips, mascara runny and smudged, hair flicked in every direction.

“Christ, Dove”

Keigo wouldn’t have it any other way.

surprise!! (*´▽`*)‧₊˚ ⋅

[puppysp1tt]

Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Top Keigo, Bottom Reader, THIS IS FULL OF PISS, You Have Been Warned, Piss drinking, Pissing on Someone, Oral (M. Receiving), Cock Warming, Deep Throating, Subspace, Throat Fucking, Praise, Degradation, Kinda Knifeplay?, Not Really Though, Just Being Fucked With The Hilt, Petnames, Light Breeding, Cervix Bullying, Aftercare

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Slit, Cunt, Cock, Entrance, Hole, Cervix is Mentioned

Word Count: 2.2K

Paperwork was something Keigo hated the most about being a hero. There was no praise or action in sitting at a desk in his office mindlessly adding his signature to things. It was such a boring and repetitive task that he’d usually find himself dozing off, which just made it take longer. That all changed when he met you, though. Paperwork wasn’t so boring anymore when he had the warmth of your mouth around him and the promise of being able to pound into your throat when he was done. 

You both knew why you were there, so there was no point in wasting time. The moment you step into his office you get down on your knees and settle in between thick thighs, hands running up the length of them for a second before beginning to undo his zipper. The sight of Keigo’s half-hard cock made your mouth water, your tongue sliding up the shaft of it. That elicited a groan from above you, a hand resting heavily on the back of your head.

“You know not to tease,” Keigo’s voice rumbled out. You let him guide your head down, humming an apology while your mouth widened to accept the girth of his cock. Leaning your forehead against his stomach, you tried to take every inch of him, eyes closing as soft breaths puffed out of your nose.

It didn’t take long before he began to be immersed in his paperwork, his cock softening to allow your jaw to rest more comfortably. Every once in a while, you’d suckle softly, or swallow around him in an attempt not to drool, though you knew by the end of it your saliva would be everywhere anyway. 

You could feel your headspace shifting the longer you sat there, and soon everything began to float away. Hypnagogia would be the best word to describe it. The state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep. You knew you were awake, but your mind was fuzzy and empty. Your only focus was on the comforting weight of Keigo’s cock against your tongue. 

When his cock would grow hard, you sank further to accommodate it almost on instinct. The head caught and rubbed against the back of your throat, but you didn’t mind. He had completely trained your gag reflex away, able to take anything he gave you now. Your throat was practically molded to the shape of Keigo’s cock. Occasionally, though, when it happened, his hand would dip under the desk, running a hand through your hair as a silent and gentle praise. 

The first few times Keigo shifted in his seat, you didn’t notice. Your body moved to adjust, but your mind didn’t register it. His hips bucked into your mouth one moment, the next it was like he was attempting to pull away. Only when the movements continued did it knock you slightly out of your daze. You began to register the way his thighs clenched against your hands as if he were fighting to keep his legs open. Your eyes opened just a crack, looking up towards Keigo. He had an expression you couldn’t quite read, a mix between contentment and discomfort, maybe? 

He had grown pretty hard in your mouth, twitching against your tongue. Had you been suckling him too much? Usually, he would reprimand you if you did, not wanting to be interrupted while he was working. Your throat stretched to accommodate him, your breath beginning to grow shaky as you tried to hold all of him in your mouth. Whatever you had been doing must have turned him on a lot. His hips only continued their movements, but it wasn’t like how it was normally when he was fucking into your throat. It was more like squirming, with no rhythm. You thought maybe he was about to cum, and decided to begin working your tongue against his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand moving to grip your hair. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull you away or make you stay put. Everything about what was happening felt off, and you were unsure of what your next move should be. If he was close, you wanted to help. 

His grip tightened slightly, beginning to tug back. His cock was slipping from your mouth, only halfway inside now, and you whined at the continuing loss of weight against your tongue. You prepared yourself to be pulled back in, for your throat to be used as a fleshlight, but it never came. And neither did Keigo. 

With a sigh, and what could only be described as a whine, though you were sure Keigo would play it off later, warm drops of salty liquid began to drip onto your tongue. When the taste and texture hit you, you almost pulled back to spit it out, but Keigo’s large hand kept your head in place. It started as a leak, only a few drips at a time. You couldn’t believe he was pissing in your mouth. After adjusting to the taste, your tongue began nudging against the slit of his cock, trying to soak in every drop. Both of Keigo’s hands now rested in your hair, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. 

“Hhahh— Sorry, dove.” He was breathless, still trying to hold himself back a bit. “Can’t hold it anymore, and your mouth is so warm. You’re fine with that, yeah? Lettin’ me use you like a urinal?” 

You could only manage a whimper of approval, the leak turning into a slow stream the moment the vibrations hit his cock.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’—  Mmmhh…” Keigo was acting like an animal, his nails digging against your scalp as he filled your mouth. You tried your best to keep up, swallowing around him, drool and piss dripping down your chin from his small thrusts. You couldn’t help the small movements of your hips, only now realizing how much your cunt was throbbing, your underwear sticking against you with slick. He seemed to sense your movements. “Gettin’ turned on by me pissing in your mouth? Fucking disgusting. Take those pants off, baby.” 

You obeyed without a second thought, hands working to tug your slacks and underwear down your legs while your mouth was still being used. You couldn’t have anticipated the softness of feathers rubbing against your slit, nudging and teasing your cock. 

“Nnnf—.” Your hips ground down at the contact, looking up at Keigo with tears beading in your eyelashes. It wasn’t enough, and he knew that. You could see other feathers swirling around his head, his wings stretched behind him. The overhead light on the ceiling almost looked like a halo over his head with your blurred vision. He looked like an angel, no, a god. And you would worship him until the end of time. 

“Gonna give you a nice treat for bein’ such a good fuckin’ boy, taking my piss like that,” Keigo grunted out, his stream now teetering off into a steady drip. His hips began thrusting in earnest, the head of his cock pushing into the tight confines of your throat once more. One particularly hard and large feather, the ones that Keigo would typically use for swords in battle, began prodding against your leaking entrance. It was only the hilt, the bluntness of it dragging and catching against your hole to slick itself up, while the other feathers began pressing harder against your cock. You wanted to beg, tears now steadily falling down your cheeks as your eyes closed. You could feel one of his thumbs swipe against your cheek, only for more tears to replace it from the abuse on your throat. 

Your eyebrows knitted together as the hilt of the feather sword behind you finally pressed inside. It went in deep, bullying against your cervix and giving you no time to adjust. Your cunt clinched against it anyway, though it felt so foreign inside of you. It began thrusting in time with Keigo’s thrusts inside of your throat.

“That’s it. That’s my good whore, you’re taking it so well. Fuck—.” 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Your body buzzed with pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips moved back to fuck yourself on the feathers. The hilt of the one inside of you tilted slightly, pressing incessantly against your sweet spot with each plunge. You could feel the rubber band in your stomach snap, the feather still fucking into you slow and hard through your orgasm. 

“Shit—  Gonna cum. Aa-ahh… Fuck, sweetheart, can feel you squeezin’ my feathers.” Keigo’s hips stuttered, pulling your head down completely, your nose nuzzled in the golden wiry hair at the base of his cock. You could feel him twitching in your throat, hot cum sliding down as you tried to swallow. He gave a few more half-aborted thrusts before pulling out of you completely, the feather clanking on the tile floor behind you. 

Your ears were ringing, the taste of piss and now cum still strong on your tongue. Your cunt was clenching around air as it tried to adjust to being empty. Two feathers wrapped under your arms and gently began lifting you up until you were straddling Keigo’s lap, two more rubbing softly against your sore legs from being curled on them for so long. 

“You did so good, dove. Thank you,” Keigo spoke softly as he nuzzled his head against your hair, peppering soft kisses against you. “You did so well, took it so good for me.” 

You let out a small whine at the affection, your still slick cunt resting against Keigo’s spent cock. Each twitch as it began to grow soft hit directly against your oversensitive cock. 

“Kei—” you tried to speak, voice rough from the abuse your throat took. You could never tell how long you were on your knees for Keigo until you checked the time on your phone when you were both done. You can tell though, that the sun had gone down, which was telling enough to know that you had been sitting in his office for hours at that point. Hours without a bathroom break, and on top of that, having drank so much during. 

“What is it, dove? Bet your stomach is so full and warm now, huh?” The question filled you with embarrassment, your face reddening as you buried it into his chest. His hands moved to your sides, gripping them lightly. “It’s okay. If you need to let go, it’s okay,” He murmured against your hair. “You drank a lot of my piss, didn’t you?”

You could only nod in response, still trying to catch your breath as your hips stuttered slightly. His hands trailed down your sides to your front, pressing softly against your bladder. 

“Want you to. Please, baby.” His voice sounded so genuine and sweet. “‘S only fair.” 

Even if you wanted to stop it, you couldn’t. The pressure against your bladder was too much. You squirmed a high whine leaving your lips as you felt your body relax fully. Warmth began to spread underneath you, on Keigo’s lap. 

“That’s it, let it out, baby. Just like that,” Keigo whispered encouragingly. You could feel his cock growing harder, the stream directed dead on against it. He ground up against you, hands holding your hips tightly. The trickle of pee could be heard as it dripped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. You knew you were making a mess, and it only embarrassed you further. 

“Ke-Kei— M-mnn…” Your cock throbbed against him, his tip catching on the edge of your entrance on each grind. The relief on your bladder, mixed with the slow yet desperate grind against your cunt was building up your orgasm faster than you expected. Keigo seemed to feel the same, grip tightening as his nails dug into your flesh. 

As the last few drops of piss left you, you were lifted slightly, Keigo fully sheathing himself inside of you. The feeling pushed you both over the edge, cunt pulsing against his cock as he released inside of you. 

After a moment to breathe, your shaking arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hand lifting your chin slightly so that the two of you could share a sweet kiss. 

“Office should be empty now. Let’s get home and shower. We can get some ice cream after, yeah?” 

“What about…” You trail off, eyes glancing down toward the puddle on the ground. 

“Nah. The cleaners can figure it out in the morning.” Keigo waved a hand dismissively, causing you to gently slap against his chest. 

You did not leave the mess to the cleaners, and as you were cleaning, the paperwork on Keigo’s desk caught your eye, very much unfinished. The thought of a repeat of what happened earlier made you excited but also reminded you to maybe bring some towels from home next time.

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Tiara

Hawks x reader

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Warnings: mentions of blood, killing, cursing (remind me if I left out something)

This is definitely not proofread so expect grammatical errors and typos.

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"Why am I here again?" Hawks asked you. Annoyance visible on his face, he's switching from adjusting the string of his leather bag to plucking the leaves of the bush behind him.

"Because you hired me to help you rob, not to rob for you" You opened your eyes and sat up from leaning on the tree.

He scowled at you in which you replied with a laugh.

"You're lucky you're pretty" He huffed and plucked another leaf from the bush.

Poor bush.

"Why? You chickening out?" You asked and scooted over to him, your face mere inches away from each other. "Are you perhaps....scared?"

"I am not." Hawks frowned. His black wings stiffening.

"Sure. If you say so" You chuckled and moved away, your eyes still on him.

You quietly examined his features. He has a blonde fluffy hair that is brushed upwards, his black shiny wings are all fluffed up in a weird way, feathers sticking out in all directions. His skin is like a porcelain doll and his cheeks glowed a faint shade of pink. He is pretty. Very very pretty and you hate to admit it but he's mesmerizing to look at.

It isn't really rare to find an Avian Skyborn roaming in the outside world, especially now that Izuku, a human prince from Musutafu, together with the neighboring countries, decided to make peace with the other races after years of war between them and the human race. Tho you wondered what Hawks is doing out here, in a country so opposed with the peace between races, hiring you to rob the palace with him, of all places. But well... it isn't your business anyway.

You tried to redirect your attention from him to your surroundings. The place you were at was a good distance from the palace. It was covered with bushes and tall leafy trees that made hiding much easier. It looks like it was one of the hideouts that people used to take a break from life. It was comforting, in a way. You sighed and reached for your sword and leather bag, you wore your sling bag and strapped the scabbard of your sword to your waist and gave it a light tap after.

After a few moments, you stood up and peeked over the bush to take a good look at the palace. Hawks had seemed to notice what you were doing and decided to join as well, slowly peeking at the other side of the bush.

"Why are we still here anyway?" He asked.

"I thought you were scared? Why are you suddenly in a rush?" You grinned at him and he just huffed at you in return.

"I am not scared. I was just asking because we've been sitting here for more than an hour already" Hawks then pointed at the clock tower.

"Patience bird man. I'm memorizing the guard's routes. We can't afford to get caught now, do we?"

Hawks squinted at you for a moment before he sighed in defeat, plopping himself back to sit behind the bush. His one leg resting and the other one bent with his arm draped over the knee.

"I'm starting to think I hired the wrong person" He sighed. "Remind me to never hire you again"

"Oh? Are you doubting my skills now? When you haven't even seen them?" You asked, amused.

"How the hell are you even able to memorize the guard's routes when the entire time we've been here, you were just sitting near that dumb tree, with your eyes closed. And what does the guards routes have anything to do with this" He said, his voice laced with annoyance.

You laughed. He's been like this ever since you dragged him out of his inn at the tavern.  Hawks have been complaining about why he has to accompany you, when he himself, is the one that hired you. You always answer with a laugh; after all, he hired you to help him rob, not to rob for him. He should've worded it better.

In hindsight, you should have turned down his commission. Assassination was your forte anyway, not robbery. But when he mentioned the place he wanted to rob, you couldn't help but reconsider. Plus, he pays well (you dropped the price and he happily agreed)...

"Here" You handed him a black hooded cloak. He raised an eyebrow at you before he hesitantly took it.

"I tore a hole at the back to accommodate your wings" You said as you wear yours, pulling over the hood to hide your face. "That's one of my good cloaks so you owe me for that.

"You shouldn't have bothered" He stood up and wore the cloak you gave him, it took him a solid minute because of how big his wings were.

You two started walking slowly to the back side of the palace, careful not to get the attention of the guards patrolling nearby. After a few minutes you settled nearby a massive pillar.

You gestured at Hawks and pointed at the nearby door that leads to the underground of the palace. It was guarded by two armed guards.

You can easily handle them, sure, but knowing you have  company this time, you doubt that he'll be okay with violence, much less blood.

'Whatever. He doesn't even look that innocent at all' you thought to yourself

"So what's the plan?" Hawks whispered.

"Try not to die" You answered.

"That's it? That's your plan?!" His voice raised a bit. This took the attention of the guards. You shushed him down and pulled him to scrouch down behind the pillar.

"You heard that?" One of the guard's voices echoed throughout the hallway

"Should we check?" The other one asked. You slowly peeked from behind the pillar, they looked at each other before nodding and started walking towards your position.

You turned your head to glare at Hawks, silently reprimanding him for being too loud. "This might get bloody" you whispered at him and he just rolled his eyes at you.

You took a deep breath before drawing your sword. You launched yourself at one of the guards, grabbing his arms and swiftly flipping him over, pinning him to the ground, face first, before seizing the opening to strike your sword at the guards nape. You sprung back to your feet in an instant to deflect a strike from the second guard. In one swift motion, you swung your sword at his neck, cutting off his head in a single clean stroke.

'Ah. I should've just made them sleep' you muttered to yourself in annoyance. You were so accustomed to killing that it became a habit to kill that you rarely thought of the other options.

You sheathed your sword before you turned to Hawks and tried to wipe the remnants of the guard's blood that had spluttered on your face.

"Let's go" You said. He looked down at the lifeless bodies of the guards. He sighed before he hesitated to step over them and walked towards you, who is now currently holding the door for him.

You were greeted by a long flight of stairs and stone walls that had metal sconces attached to it, holding torches to light up the way down.

It was a silent walk. You walked behind him, arms resting casually behind your head and a low humming of a song escaping your lips as if you haven't brutally unalive those guards earlier.

You looked at Hawks, his wings illuminated by the fiery glow of the torches mounted on the walls, making them shine at the dimly lit corridor.

"So, care to tell me what exactly are we supposed to be stealing in this place?" You inquired, breaking the silence.

He stopped in his tracks, he hesitated for a moment, opening his mouth and then closing them again before he started walking again.

You hummed, acknowledging that he didn't want to talk to you about it.

After a few minutes, you two reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted by a spacious room with multiple doors leading to different parts of the dungeon in the palace.

You walked past him and straight to the door at your right side, he followed suit. After a few minutes of walking into the labyrinth-like room you are greeted with a room with multiple sets of doors.

Again.

"Are you sure we aren't lost?" He questioned, eyebrows raised at you.

"No we aren't" You answered and opened a big wooden door. His eyes turned wide as he saw what was inside the room.

It was the treasure room.

"You're welcome" you said jokingly after he walked inside the room. He took a torch outside and immediately searched for the item he was looking for.

At the end of the room lies the most valuable items inside the room, they are placed in a long clothed table covered in a glass box, but what really caught your attention is the small glass box that is separated from the others.

You left him to his business and looked around the room. To say it was huge was an understatement. There were various paintings in varying sizes hung on the wall, below these paintings are tons of lined shelf racks; some holding treasure chests with the insignia of other countries or races, valuable items like high class fabrics, porcelain tea sets, plates and vases.

It was under a painting covered with a white dusty fabric. You walked towards it, your footsteps echoing inside the room. You stared at what was inside and hesitated for a moment before opening up the box and taking the item, then you carefully placed it inside your sling bag.

You then turned around to find Hawks so engrossed at examining his looted treasures. It was a katana, a small jewelry box and a book that appears to be a grimoire. You snickered lowly and quietly walked towards him.

"What's that?" With a shit eating grin, you peeked your head from behind his shoulder.

He squeaked. Immediately covering his mouth to stop himself from creating too much noise, which caused him to accidentally drop the torch, extinguishing it and making the room dim. Only the light from the gap under the door is your only source of light.

"What is wrong with you?" He scowled at you, clearly annoyed.

You were about to talk back when you heard guards marching on the hallway from outside the room. You quickly shoved the torch and the remnants of coal under the table, you then pulled Hawks who is now holding the treasures to hide with you under the clothed table.

The cramped space felt even tighter due to the size of his wings. You tried to move into a more comfortable position, which turned out to be a mistake. It ended up with you pinned underneath him, his hands on either side of your face to support his weight. You turned your head to the side, distracting yourself by lifting the heavy cloth, creating a small opening just enough for you to peek through.

"You, go back outside and alert all of the guards. The rest will  split into two. You three should go to the lower levels of the dungeon, we will be searching this floor." you can hear muffled voices of the guards outside from under the table.

The door of the room opened, you quickly let go of the cloth. You can hear footsteps and metal clanking from the guards armor as they enter the room.

"Sir, some of the treasures are gone...even the...." you heard one of the guards say as the sound of his footsteps approached the small glass box where you took something earlier.

"The King will not be happy about this" one of them mumbled.

"Hurry! They must be still nearby, they killed two of us and decided to steal from us. The nerve of these people! We won't let them get away"

You heard them rushing outside. You let out a sigh of relief as one of the guards started closing the door. You turned your head to look at Hawks, who is now looking at you, face flushed. Unbeknownst to you, your knee is brushing against his crotch and as soon as you meet his gaze, his wing twitches, hitting the table and making a thud noise. It wasn't that loud but it was loud enough that it took the attention of the guard, making him halt the closing of the door.

You heard him take a step back to investigate where the noise had come from.

'No no no no no' you can hear your own heartbeat rapidly increasing

"Connor! The fuck are you doing" one of the guards outside shouted

"Coming lieutenant" the guard said, hurriedly closing the door to follow his comrades.

The door slammed shut, snapping you back to reality and suddenly getting aware of how compromising the position you were in truly was. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"I think it's safe to go out now" You cleared your throat, trying to ease the tension between you two.

He awkwardly shifted his way out of the cramped space, leaving you to lie alone on the cold marble for a moment. You took a few deep breaths, as you tried to calm yourself down, only for your moment of peace to be interrupted as Hawks lifted the tablecloth, peeking his head inside.

You shoved his head out of the way and crawled out. You stood up straight, dusting off the dirt from your clothes and gave him a middle finger after. He raised an eyebrow at you before returning the gesture as well.

"We should take a detour. I doubt that the path we took earlier is still safe" You said and led the way towards the door, opening it a little bit to peek your head outside, searching for any incoming guards.

The journey back to the tavern was rather boring, to say the least. Hawks insisted that flying back was the best option, but you were so against the idea, saying that it would attract too much attention. The disagreement eventually led to a game of rock-paper-scissors, which you won, of course and he was pouting the entire way back, walking behind you and childishly kicking rocks.

"Dinner?" He questioned as you both entered the tavern. The room reeked of alcohol. Groups of rowdy drunkards were in every corner of the establishment and the noises they were making as they drank the night away were deafening. Some are laughing so hard, some are singing along with the bards, some are playing arm wrestling and the others are just so drunk that they're already passed out on the floor and tables.

You gave him a thumbs up, he turned and headed towards his room upstairs, presumably to drop off his stuff and maybe change out of his current clothing. You don't know for sure. You turned your heels to walk towards the receptionist.

"Y/n! It's nice to see you again" the girl behind the counter beamed

"A meal for two. You just saw me this morning" you said as you turned your head to read the contents of the nearby adventurers bulletin board.

"Finished with your commission already?" She asked as she wrote down your order.

You hummed in return "Pay day?" you pointed back to the drunkards.

She nodded "They've been drinking since lunch. I don't even know how to get them to leave" Eleanor sighed. Poor girl.

"Maybe ask old man Geralt to chase them out with his kitchen knife?" You joked as you saw the said cook step towards the reception table.

"We would lose costumers you know" he said

"I doubt that. You're the best tavern in town" You said with a giggle. Plus, it's not like he hadn't done that multiple times before.

The old man laughed "Dinner is on the house" he said, walking back to his kitchen. He may not look like it but he's definitely pleased with your compliment.

You let Eleanor do her thing, as you made your way through the back of the tavern to search for an unoccupied table. To your surprise, none of them were taken, despite the place being jam-packed with both rowdy drunks and regular customers alike.

A few minutes after the fold was served, Hawks walked into the room, taking a seat across the table from you. The two of you enjoyed your food, chatting idly about the events that had happened earlier in the day. When you finish eating, you decide it wouldn't hurt to down a bottle or two, and Hawks decided to join you.

You were chugging a pint of beer when he handed you a small pouch filled with gold. You counted the contents and you realized that he had given you triple the amount you asked for. You tried to give it back, but he refused, insisting that you should keep it, in the end, you both came to a compromise. You would accompany him for the time being, so that you could be there to lend a hand whenever he might need it. This way, he can ensure that his money was well-spent, and it was a fair deal, in your opinion.

"You know....it makes me wonder how you seem to know every single passage in that damned castle" he asked, slamming his pint glass on the table. There was a mix of curiosity and mild suspicion in his tone.

You laughed.

Your hand left your pint of beer, reaching into your bag and pulling out a familiar object. You held it up to show him, the object glimmering brightly under the tavern lights. A smile appeared on your lips as you put the object on top of your head.

"You can say that I used to live there" you couldn't help but giggle at the dumbfounded look on his face when he realized what you had just said to him.

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Note: I don't know why this is so long lmao. I might make a part two if this post got a lot of attention. Also, for the people who requested something in my inbox, I'm so sorry that I can't make your requests. My phone got reseted about 2 weeks ago and I lost all of my stories 😔 including the continuation of Make love and 3 other story requests. I'm still open to requests tho /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

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Part 2

Masterlist here!

Your villain alias is Angel! Sometimes referred to by Dabi as Dove due to your wings but for anonymity purposes you (the reader) will be referred to as Angel for the majority of this fic🤍

Content warning: this is set after season 4/5 and will have spoilers up until season 7 mainly in later chapters tho! Hawks flirting cuz hes lowkey smooth with da ladys

Night two, 2:00am.

Hawks was jittery, was it from the third can of coffee? Or from his jumbled thoughts? He called the doctor after his shift yesterday and didn’t get a helpful solution. He shifted from his standing position on the top of his agency, crouching low as his eyes scanned the streets below not really focused as his mind drifted to the phone call.

“Sounds like your primal needs are poking through hawks” Hawks sighed as he lay on his bed, fingers carding through damp hair.

“Primal needs? What’dya mean?” He asked uselessly, he knew exactly what the doctor meant.

“Your quirk. You didn’t just get the mutation of wings Hawks like most mutation quirks other qualities are mixed. An example would be a cat-like quirk they, not all the time now, can be prone to getting a heat. Thats dependent though on how cat-like they are, its differen-“ Hawks zoned out, his face pink as the doctor continued on about heats and mating seasons. His body warm as his mind filled with thoughts.

He knows everything about his quirk, knows the weight of each feather, the way his wings have to be folded, the way they stretch. Its like breathing, so..why didn’t he know this? If animals mate every year why didn’t the spring months bother him until now, what has changed.

“Anyways! I digress. I speculate the reasoning for your sudden awaken in your more primal instincts is due to meeting someone of interest” Hawks attention was back on the phone pressed to his ear as he sat up. A sudden thought pushing to the forefront of his mind.

“Uh, yeah thanks. Gotta go” click, the phone was tossed aside as he got up, naked as the day he was born and began pacing his bedroom.

Was this your doing? Maybe this was your quirk. You had pressed something into his back last night and he forgot to figure out what. A groan fell from his lips as he sat back on his bed, hands cupping his face. No, this wasn’t some stupid quirk other than his in play. He wasn’t one for relationships, no time for them. He never reacted this way before towards his few flings. It had to be related to you, to your quirk. If only you weren’t a villain, maybe a mutual agreement could have be-

Beep!

Hawks blinked as his visor displayed a sudden report of criminal activity. A break in at a lab thirty minutes away. Hawks was gone from the rooftop. It would only take him ten to reach the crime. His heart beat hard against his chest as he thought of you being there, was this you? Would he see you again. This intrusive thoughts filled the blondes mind, one after the other. It was like someone else was in his brain, they didn’t feel like they were coming from him

Hawks eyes scanned the lab, seeing the sirens blare and lights illuminate the surrounding area. His wings flapping and keeping him up high as he saw two other pros join the scene below. Hawks eyes narrowed watching as they entered through the main door but just as they did a flash of white flew through the window to the left. He didn’t miss a beat as he soared after you. His heart beating faster now, easily catching up with you as he stayed above seeing you with a handful of supplies. He pulled a long feather from his back but his hand faltered. You flipped over now, slowing your pace as your eyes met his. Your gloved hand trailing up to trace the edge of the fluffy feather. Hawks heart skipped at the touch, it felt too sensitive, too raw even with gloves.

“C’mon Hero, it’s for the league. You’re not gonna stop me are you?” Your voice was low and teasing as you slowed even further. Your white wings outstretched as you circled one another high in the sky, going up and away from view.

It looked almost like a dance as Hawks felt his words get caught in his throat, only able to focus on the eyes that gleamed above the mask. You had a new one, no long a plain white cloth but rather a white mask now fit on your face. Hawks put his feather back regaining his composure as he flashed a grin, ignoring the way his wings stretched too far, tensed too much and his body ran warm. The two of you now alone, above the clouds. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at the white wings behind you, smaller than his both in length and size overall but big enough to carry you.

“Stop you? I’d never lay a hand on a pretty thing like you” He wasn’t intending to say that but the words slipped out before he could think of another response. Your cheeks flushed and the reaction egged him on, something pulling in his chest.

Didn’t know you liked it rough Angel. I promise i’ll not hurt you too bad” the implication behind his words made your wings falter slightly and you almost fell. Your face definitely red as you thought of a response. Your eyes breaking contact with the avians yellow ones as you felt your stomach twist. Your emotions had been wired since meeting him yesterday, unable to play it cool anymore.

“Um, right. Well..Do I have to make it look like we fought? So people don’t ask questions?” You mumbled, thankful for the night sky and your mask for hiding the pink on your cheeks. Hawks brow raised at your reply and he chuckled. You really must be new to the league. Why were you even part of it? You didn’t seem crazy like the rest of those nut-jobs, especially that blood freak. Hawks wings bristled as he recalled the time he first met her. He focused back on you. The grin never leaving his face.

Thats not what I meant! I-I have to go!” Hawks grin feel as your wings flapped and spun you round. His hand moved quicker as he grabbed your forearm and your body tensed as the feeling went straight to the tension in your stomach

. “W-Wait. I was just messing with ya Angel” He didn’t know what else to say to make you stay. He didn’t know why he was even bothering, no rational thought could make sense of why the feeling in his chest wanted you to stay near him so badly.

“Whatever. I have to go. It’s already quarter to three if i’m not back before then boss will kill me” you mumbled, turning your head over your shoulder to glance at him. Your hair moving in the slight wind which picked up had strands falling over your face. Hawks all but blinked dumbly as his grip on you faltered and you pulled away.

You were quick immediately taking off as your white wings became nothing but a blur. His own puffed out and twitching, not even realising how fast they were flapping. His mind finally zoning back in as he let himself drop, coming down from the sky just a ways away from the hospital and going over seeing police already at the scene.

“Hawks! Did ya see anything?” His eyes moved over to a police man waving his hand. He headed over shaking his head and plastering a familiar grin on his face.

“Nah. I got sight of somethin’ but they disappeared through a portal before I could get close” he lied, it was for the league, not you. Hawks left before he could be questioned further remembering Kurogiri was in police custody, not a great lie.

His wings bringing him to a large building just a bit away from the lab. He felt it again. His body warm and skin sweaty. His wings spanned out from his back as he removed his gloves and wiped his clammy hands onto his bottoms. His throat feeling dry all of a sudden as he tried to ignore the tension in his stomach. His fingers carding through his hair as he let out a sigh.

Did you feel this?…

You did in-fact feel it. Your wings bristled as the wind caught under them, stretched out. You swooped through the air as you grew closer to the ground. Your arms wrapped around the supplies you’d been asked to gather. Your cheeks warm and hands clammy. You landed softly on the rooftop your wings staying stretched out slightly behind you as you made your way over to the fire exit door.

It swung open as you stepped inside the dingy stairwell. It was lit by a single bulb with no shade. The door swung shut behind you as you made your way down and into the sort of communal area below. The warehouse served as a secondary base of operations before the planned move to Deika city to uncover some ‘present’ One For All left behind for Shigaraki.

You entered the communal area seeing Toga and Twice sat on the dusty sofa toying with some board-game the most likely stole. You spotted Spinner hunched over the stove by the Kitchenette as he fumbled with a knife.

“Where’s Shigaraki?” You asked all of them.

“Tomura? Hes out right now! - no hes in his room! Twice gave a typical double response and your eyes moved to Toga.

“He’s in the workspace with Dabi!” She giggled and you nodded. She creeped you out the most to be honest. Her insistent begging to have some of your blood so she could fly bothered you.

You headed down the hallway to the ‘office’ it was really just Shigaraki’s room that he liked to call his office. You knocked once and heard the raspy voice beckon from inside as you stepped in and placed the supply boxes on his desk. His hands folding the papers in front of him and moving them away. Dabi who was previously leaning over the table straightened himself as he looked you over.

“How’d it go? Any run ins Dove?” The tall man asked as a smirk stretched across his marred skin. Your eyes averted from his as some feathers fluffed up recalling your encounter with the blonde haired hero.

“N-, No it went fine” you mumbled out. Your skin growing warm as your cheeks flushed. A single finger curled around your mask and pulling it down as it fell under your chin.

“No? Why ya all red for then? You run into our little bird?” His voice teased you as Shigaraki straightened up. This information new to his ears.

“Whats this? What little bird Dabi?” His fingers already scratching at his forearms skin.

“Ya know, our little birdy Hawks. Angel here has some feelings for him I reckon” Dabi chuckled as your skin prickled with bumps. The villain costume you had made thankfully hiding the goosebumps which prickled your arm.

“Hmm, that’s not good..no, not good at all Angel” Shigaraki stated as his nails curled against his skin further.

“No! It’s not true. I did run into him but he let me go. My face is just warm from flying so fast to get away” You quickly shot out and Shigaraki’s eyes gave you a once over before shrugging his shoulders and waving a hand.

“Whatever, just don’t let it become bothersome. You can leave the supplies here. Dabi you can go too” He mumbled and you nodded turning as Dabi followed close behind you now both exiting the room.

“You sure nothin’ happened Angel?” Dabi’s voice from behind made you jump as fingers trailed up the spine of your wing. His slender fingers pinching a feather..pluck! You flinched and spun round on reflex seeing Dabi with a sly grin on his face.

“You know. I don’t care much for the league or everyone else’s agenda except my own. The care I have for them is solely to fuel my own agenda and consequently it’s in my benefit to ensure everyone stays in their place” You swallowed thickly as the hallway became hot. Dabi’s hooded eyes staring at yours as your feather lay flat in his palm.

“See, i don’t bother going out of my way to learn about mutation quirks, the ins and outs. But I understand some people come together due to them, ya know, hook up or breed even” he laughed at his snide comment. You felt yourself grow warmer, cheeks flushing and heart rate increasing.

“And i just wanted to make sure our little Dove isn’t all twitterpated over our little Birdy, Hawks. Cause’ ya know, that wouldn’t benefit me at all” He stated and your eyes honed in on the blue flame that swallowed your feather. All that remained was ash and your right wing twitched feeling a slight twinge of pain.

“You understand, don’t ya Dove?” His grin only grew, stables stretching as they held the charred skin together.

You just nodded unable to form any words to reply but it was enough for Dabi and he turned without another word. You watched him retreat down the hall and through the door to the communal area and only then when the door shut did your rigid muscles relax and your breath finally become short as you clutched a hand over your chest.

“Fuck” you mumbled as you forced your feet to take you to your room. Your hand gripping the handle too tightly as you shut it behind yourself and rested your forehead against the wood. Your mind buzzing with thoughts as you concluded the only thing you should do and that was to ignore Hawks, which couldn’t be that hard.

Right?..

I also don’t know whether to make the character (you) a real villain with a vendetta against hero society or make her a unfortunate but good person who has caught herself intwined and/or in debt to the L.O.V

[ameliaenya404]

Breathe.

The beat of your heart was all you could hear. Fingers tapping against the kitchen counter as you tried to regulate your breathing. Nausea settling in the pit of your stomach and making a home there. You could hear the birds singing outside the open kitchen window. Could smell the scent of the flowers in the backyard. You couldn't see much as your eyes were squeezed shut but you felt the cool marble of the counter beneath the tips of your fingers as you mentally counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

'That's a box, now do it again dove'

Keigo's voice echoed through your mind, instructions from the countless times he'd coached you through your anxiety. He wasn't here but you had his voice with you always.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Aga- your eyes snapped open when you heard the front door open. Not even able to turn before strong warm arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was pressed to your temple. Oh. Right. The feather. Your hand raised to gently touch the necklace you had on with one of his crimson feathers attached. He could probably sense your stress and increased heart rate through it.

"Don't stop yet baby bird, keep going." He cooed softly, his warm breath against your neck. So you did. You closed your eyes again, taking deep breaths until the nausea dissipated. His palms ran up and down your waist soothingly while he patiently waited for you to gather your bearings.

"Welcome home Kei,"

Dedicated to all my beautiful mutuals. Hugs and kisses. <3

[queenendless]

COMFY BIRDY

A/n: OVER A MONTH WITH NO FICS ON HERE! MY BAD!

Neurotic, ADHD, depression, finishing other shows, writing other stuff on my other platforms, writers block, etc.

Imma still working on new stuff at snail's place though so there's still hope!

Now period stuff helps even when it's hell.

AU Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem Adult Reader, already established relationship, period stuff kinda, implied mature stuff.

*PLEASE DON'T REPOST PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY MODIFY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE COMMENT AND FOLLOW PLS N THNX U.

A rare day for you to be out.

You wanted some fresh air.

That and you were out on a mission.

Drooping into the nearby merch store, your emotionally hormonal self searched for something in particular.

You needed something soft to squeeze on.

In the grand shop, multiple rows of displays featured merch from all walks of media surrounded you.

You spotted your target area in the far back.

Tsums, round pillows, and varying sized plushies.

From the students to even the villains.

Yet as you skimmed through the pro hero plushies, your eyes stopped on the one you wanted.

The one you wished was here in the flesh.

Because right now, you missed your precious birdie.

You were surprised you were unbothered as you sat down on the plush bench seating, lost in murky aching thoughts.

You felt warmth and the mixed scent of the wind and AXE body spray enveloping you from above.

“Eyo. I got your texts.”

Incognito with a hoodie, worn torn jeans and sneakers on, only those familiar folded red wings was the telltale sign aside from that voice.

“Needed my Kei. Plushie form was the backup plan.”

“You're on your period now, right? You shouldn't be pushing yourself too much. You should be relaxing back home and let me pick this up for you on my way back from work.”

The moment you started sniffling and whimpering he stiffened in worry and immediately embraced you. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“I'm a neurotic, emotionally depressed mess, Kei, that's what's wrong!” You weeped in his scarred neck.

He gently rubbed your trembling back and massaged your pulsing scalp, shushing you. “Angel, you're perfect, messy or otherwise.”

“No, I'm not!” You mewled.

“You are to me.”

He jumped as your legs kicked up to rest over his thighs, his chibi pressed between your bellies, as you mewled. “I missed you so much!”

He teared up at that, nuzzling his face into the side of your face showing. “I missed ya too. So, ya want me to buy ya little ol me then?”

You nodded, sniffling, “Yes.”

He pecked your red wet cheek. “How's about some warm chicken soup for dinner?”

You whined. “Ice cream too.”

“M'kay. Anything else?”

“Cuddles, kisses, and binge anime together for the rest of the day.” Your pouting self looked up to him.

“For you, kid, your word is my command~”

The transition from there to your safe haven gets fuzzy because you're as drained as you are affectionately snuggling into your partner's chest as he easily carried you and his plush the rest of the way.

In your shared humble abode, watching him strip out of his clothes was always such a tantalizing turn on for you, leaving him in just his slim boxers. Spotting his scars from his cheek to his neck to even his very back. Everything about him was too mesmerizing not to look away, especially in your current bodily state.

“The scars … the shorter cut hair … even your new twin red steel swords … is it weird I find you hotter now?” You cooed.

Red tinted from his cheeks to his ears as Kei bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “Can you say the same for my back scars?”

He trembled as his skin grew warmer at how gentle your fingers brushed the entire bank of his flexing muscles as well as your kisses turning feverish at how much endearing attention you gave the marked planes.

“You're perfect, scars or otherwise.” You smirked against his flexing strong back.

His wings fluttered out as he swerved around, hugging you before pulling in something with one hand, chortling a bit, hanging his chibi twin right in your face. “You do have good taste, after all.” Amiss empty bowls of soup and ice cream tubs, he laid you against him, the plushie nestled in between you two like your own baby birdie.

“Kei?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we have our own bird babies?”

He was quite taken back by your words. But, that initial surprise was taken over by smitten devotion. “Sure, when you get better. For now, though,” His wing draped over you to bring more warmth to you and your belly he caressed. “Let's get you through this first.”

“Mother nature, you cruel temptress.” You grumbled.

Keigo Takami kisses you passionately to quell your hormonal desires for as long as this monthly ritual lasts. “A world where a hero like me has too much time on my hands is one where I can start a family with you, the most breathtaking being I've ever known, so I'm willing to wait a little longer.”

“Hmm …” His lovestruck eyes and charming smile made you kiss all over his now warm filled laughing face. “Same.”

Plush Hawks stayed smiling resting between your wombs as you and Keigo Takami, your mate, stayed bundled together, the TV left running on and the couch being your makeshift bed for the night.