#keigo/oc

[mamadoe]

👢 Showbird - Chapter 2

Summary ||

When Akira moved to Fukuoka to pursue her dancing career, life was easy. However, when her father has an unexpected health crisis, she needs consistent work in the worst way to help support her parents back in her hometown. A day job lined up at one of the Hero Agencies promises good pay for the time being, but she didn't expect not only to meet but get to know the Pro Hero the agency is named after.

Follow Akira's perspective with some of Keigo Takami's sprinkled in.

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Also on AO3 Pairing || Keigo Takami (age 22 at start)/Akira (Fem OC, age 23 at start)

Warning || brief depiction of hospital care

WC || 4037

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The blaring of her alarm is cruel as it rips her from a deep sleep. Akira’s fumbling hand struggles to find the button to turn it off, and when she finally finds the right one, she is greeted with early morning silence. Before she gives her body the chance to slip back into sleep, she forces herself to sit up with a groan and rubs the back of her sore neck. No dreams interrupted her slumber for once, which she’s thankful for. If she didn’t know any better, she would describe herself as feeling like a husk of the person, her soul already stripped from her body as her shell marches forward with her still-new routine. Though now, she finally feels she’s starting to adjust to very little sleep. For the past week, all her waking hours have been claimed by commuting, working at the agency, riding the train back across the city during rush hour, dancing at the hall, and finally, the nights are capped with a brief moment when it’s just her in her quiet apartment taking care of her most basic needs, just to do it all over again the next day.

The sun isn’t even blessing the skyline yet, but she knows if she wants to make it to work on time, that’s the way it has to be. The night before had stretched well into this morning’s early hours, much to her dismay. Once arrived home, all she wanted to do was collapse into bed. But she needed to shower to wash away the sweat and makeup and to get a proper meal to sustain and restore her strength after a hard dancing night. She took the quickest shower of her life, heated one of her many containers of hot pot stews, and before she knew it, she had slipped into her dreams, unintentionally leaving her hair to air dry overnight and to handle in the morning.

She rubs her palms into her aching eyes before grabbing her glasses off the nightstand. Even with how tired she was last night, she had the wherewithal to set out another change of clothes, so she grabs them as she passes to the bathroom, setting about making herself presentable for her work day, including taming her beast called hair, which is cast in all directions. She’s gotten her morning routine fairly streamlined now, so it doesn’t take long before she’s back in her room looking much more presentable and packing her bag for dancing after work with a couple of new outfits and her charger for her phone, as well as her lunch she had prepared earlier in the week between her two livelihoods. As she passes the mirror on the wall by her front door to grab her shoes and coat, she catches a glimpse at herself. It’s almost comical to see her in such bland attire and tired, sunken eyes yet again. Akira doesn’t recognize herself in the mirror. This is the new normal now, though, so she kneels to put her flats on before pulling her coat over her frame and grabbing her bag. One last sweep for her keys, and she’s out the door.

She makes it to her train just in time, and when she gets to her station on time, she decides there is time for a quick stop at one of the little coffee shops by the agency. If it takes too long, she can just duck out and head to work; however, she knows she practically needs the caffeine in an IV drip, so a cup of coffee will have to do. She waits in line, already knowing her order, so she looks outside to watch people hurrying toward their work. Not nearly as many as there would be in about thirty minutes, but still, there are more people out than she expected to see. The sun has just barely started to come up over the horizon, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. After a few moments, she lingers on an oddly still crowd. Sure enough, it’s a group of paparazzi or the press, the flash of their cameras illuminating the wall of the building across the street. She squints into the still-dark morning light to try to see what’s so interesting, but they soon disappear to cross the road, out of sight from where she’s standing. What are they doing out so early? Can’t people catch a break?

Akira forgets about it in an instant when she hears the cashier call for who’s next and she places her order and pays before sliding down to the end of the counter to wait for her coffee. Not a breath later, she hears the door open and the sounds of camera shutters and jovial laughter bright as a bell before the door is shut quickly, keeping the press outside. She glances to see who it is, and her breath hitches when Hawks steps into view, waving to the cashier who happily squeals a greeting. He dazzles her with a smile before stepping up to the counter. She hasn’t seen him since meeting him on her first day, but she recognizes that smile as the one he used on her the first time he looked at her. Something about it this morning leaves a sour taste in her mouth, and she can’t contain her eye roll.

“Sorry about that. Don’t want them swarming your shop. A regular coffee is fine.” He doesn’t even register the price, just slides a few bills from his pocket across the counter and dismisses her with a soft, “keep the change,” before gliding in Akira’s direction. It’s only when his eyes slide from watching the workers behind the counter to her that he realizes she’s there, and his thick eyebrows shoot up with an eager grin. “Good morning, little bird! Just can’t stop running into you like this, huh?” He teases as he tucks his hands into his pockets, a go-to classic pose for him. Immediately her cheeks flush, coupled with the heat of wearing her winter coat inside. She had been expecting a quick stop and to go, so she didn’t think to peel off her coat while she waited. Now with the press lining the window outside and blocking the door, she lets a soft groan loose before turning her back to the window, thankful for her coat being plain, so she can attempt to fade into the background.

“Good morning, Hawks.” Her words are short, quiet but firm. Even though he is beaming this morning, it only makes her already not-so-great mood this morning plummet. By now, all guise of him being a Pro Hero has worn off on her, and he’s just another man.

“Ha, not a morning person, huh?” His grin is sickeningly sweet as he shifts his stance, his back angled toward the windows to block her from the view of the cameras, stretching his wings innocently enough to pass as a coincidence. He has done this song and dance countless times before, so it almost comes naturally. Hopefully, they don’t realize they know each other or at the least think he’s just making small talk with a stranger.

“No,” she states bluntly as she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. “This happens often?”

“Huh? Them? Oh yeah. Well, not all the time, but especially after a big win like yesterday, yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck as he meets her glance. “Don’t worry, they won’t follow you out of here as long as I leave before you.” That’s right, she had barely caught it yesterday, but one of their department leads had brought up that he had done well controlling a situation downtown while on a patrol.

“Hm, okay. As long as I’m not late,” she says under her breath as she nervously starts to rub her palms together. His eyes follow the slope of her arm to her hands, taking notice of her lack of gloves but his glance lingers on her reddened knuckles, from the cold or working with them, he’s unsure. Admittedly, Hawks hasn’t thought of Akira much since they met the first time. She was pretty in a unique way, but when you’re a Pro Hero, you meet a lot of people, so their meeting came and went without much thought. But now seeing her chapped hands drudges up the memory of her sore-looking knuckles on the rooftop a week prior.

“Ha, no worries. Actually,” he pauses and shoots a glance back toward the window and gives the gawking press a big grin, only to be met with lots of white flashes, making Akira close her eyes, even though she’s not the one facing the brunt of it. “We could slip out the back.”

“We?” She whispers harshly under her breath, worried the worker approaching with her cup will say something about them standing a little too close together for her liking as he sets it down on the counter for her to take. Hawks’ chuckle under his breath triggers the same fiery feeling in the cavity of her chest, but at least this time it stays contained below her neck. Her cup warms her hands and grounds her when she takes a short sip, almost burning her lip.

“Yeah, I’ve done it a couple of times. You won’t be late, and I’ll get to enjoy my coffee in peace. Win, win! What do ya say?” He gives her a quick nudge and before she gets the chance to decline, his bright eyes shift from her to the worker approaching with his cup before he gives another one of those dazzling smiles. Akira notices he flashes them like candy to get what he wants. “Would it be alright if I escort this poor young lady out the back? You know, they won’t leave her alone now that they’ve seen us together.” He gestures to the window with a slight head nod, and after a moment of brief confusion, the worker nods, gesturing toward the back door.

“Better hurry, though, they look like they really want more of you today,” the worker says under his breath before turning to get back to work, as if he didn’t just address a hero.

“Ha, see? No problem.” He grins at her, cup in hand, before once again ghosting his other hand back around her shoulder, eliciting that same shiver down her spine. With gentle precision, he draws her away from the counter, her quiet protest under her breath going ignored. He guides her in front of him toward the back door, still using himself as a shield from the cameras. Within seconds of realizing Hawks is getting away, the call of the press bleeds into the shop, spiking her adrenaline, her stomach tightening in fear, so she lets him spirit her right out the back door. The cold slaps stings her overheated cheeks, immediately fogging up her glasses, completely blocking her main field of view, but she can barely address it before he’s handing her his cup in her free hand.

“Hold on, little bird!” He laughs in her ear with absolute glee at winning the flight as he takes a firm hold of her around her waist, pulling her back flush to his chest, and pushing off the ground. Suddenly the ground is gone beneath her feet. If she weren’t so shocked, she would scream. Her stomach immediately turns over, more aggressively than before, and she’s thankful she didn’t eat yet this morning. The sound of his beating wings, the whooshing of the wind, and the thunderous heartbeats in her ears are all she can hear. The burning cold of the early morning air is painful against her sensitive skin, the speed of flight making the cold more intense. When she manages to glance down below her glasses’ frames, she can see they’re going up, and up, and up, the once-large dumpsters behind the shop shrinking. The towering sides of the buildings around them sweep up to meet them, giving her an intense case of vertigo, and what little vision she has begins to spin. She is just barely able to make out the back door of the coffee shop swinging open and a few of the press storm through, but almost instantly Hawks darts around the side of the building beside them, making her lose all sense of direction.

“H-Hawks, you bastard!” She rasps, clutching the cups like he commanded, hoping to the gods above that she hasn’t accidentally spilled them, and the pain of the heat hasn’t hit her yet due to her adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her voice comes in a meek little squeal against the wind, completely drowned out. However, his laugh carries right over the wind, his joy radiant as he gives her an affirming squeeze around her waist once more.

“Just a few more seconds, little chickadee,” he practically sings in her ear as a tease as he sweeps them right up to the roof of his agency. Careful upon landing, he lands first, making himself a grounding force as he sets her feet down in front of his. It takes a moment for the rush of flight to wear off, and Hawks pushes his blinders back like a headband, his free arm still holding her flush against him. Her balance hasn’t returned, and she is trembling like a leaf in the wind in his grasp. Instinctively he gives her upper arm an affirming rub with his free hand, as if to warm her through her thick coat.

“Easy there, little bird, take a second,” his tone is sweet as she manages to take a step away, nearly stumbling like a deer trying to walk for the first time. He keeps an arm around her as it dawns on him how unsteady she truly is. Was she about to faint?

Despite being on solid ground, Akira’s world continues to spin, her hands shaking. With barely any presence of mind, she tries to hand him the drinks before she accidentally dumps whatever is left of them. Suddenly uncertain, he lets her go completely to take them from her and quickly sets them on a nearby table before turning back to her, but already she’s sitting on the ground, looking absolutely disheveled and her skin comes off as a slight shade of green.

“Don’t. Ever. Do that again,” she barely rasps between gritted teeth. The sternness in her tone catches him off guard as he quickly kneels beside her.

“Sorry about that, I should have warned you first.” He immediately begins accessing her condition. With trembling hands, she takes off her fogged-up glasses, and for the first time, he can see how terrified she is, her deep brown eyes blown wide with fear.

“Oh, little bird, I didn’t mean-,” he comforts as his hand lightly caresses the back of her head.

“Shut it. Just-,” she bats his hand away and manages a slow, shaky inhale for breath as she finally meets his worried gaze. “Just give me a minute.” Dejected, his brows are bunched together and his permanent smile has crumbled to a frown for once. He nods before taking off his glove and pressing the back of his hand to her already clammy forehead. When she glances up at him from the corner of her eye, the slight light of the sun catches the scruff on his chin. She hadn’t noticed it before since the hair is blonde.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you, Hatori, I really didn’t, I’m sorry,” he is practically stringing his sentences along as he watches to see if she has any change in her condition. To his surprise, however, she chuckles as she slowly leans to lay flat on your back, her breath visible as puffs of hot air in the cold.

“Funny you remember my name when you’re scared,” her words are weak, but the chuckle is still in her voice. Her words, again, surprise him. “And I said to shh. How were you supposed to know I am afraid of heights like that,” her poor, chapped hands rub her face, finally bringing some relief to her oncoming nausea. He observes suspiciously, continuing to access her, rolling her words over in his head.

“Still, I’m sorry. Do you need anything, any aid?” She shakes her head no, which he doesn’t believe, not when she still appears to be green. When he persists, she looks at him from between her fingers.

“If you want to feel useful, lay down and look.” He gives her a confused look before she points up to the sky. “Watch the stars go out. We still have time.” His gaze follows her finger up to the sky which is now easing into an early morning orange, but it’s still dark enough that some of the stars are visible.

“Promise that’ll help?” He gives her a side glance as he’s already shifting to lie down beside her, and she nods.

“Yeah, I promise,” her voice is still quiet and shaky, but she seems more grounded than before. He adjusts his wings before fully reclining, and he’s surprised at just how many stars he can see. Then he remembers her glasses.

“Can you even see them without your glasses?” He prods a tease and earns a light giggle.

“Barely, only a few of the brighter ones. I’m nearsighted, but the bright ones, they still shine for me.” She lets her hands fall to be crossed over her stomach, her breath far more steady now, and the two of them fall into a comfortable silence. Hawks is surprised at the ease of it. Now that he’s thinking about it, he hasn’t had a calm moment like this in a long time. Has he ever been this still before? They lay like that for a while, watching as the sky brightens, blinking out most of the stars. “You know,” she breaks the silence as she twiddles the zipper pull on her coat, “it always surprises me how many you can actually see in the city sometimes, during times like this. I mean, it’s not like living in the countryside, no light pollution out there. But right now? This is the most I’ve seen in years.” The nostalgia dripping off her words oddly brings him a sense of comfort, relief even.

“I wouldn’t know. I grew up here.” He gives her one more glance, and her normal coloring has returned, thank god. He didn’t want to have to take her to the hospital over something he did. She hums softly, considering.

“Sometimes I want to move back to the countryside, when I remember how quiet and calm it is,” she returns his glance, “at least, through rose-colored glasses, it was great. But, I…,” she chews on the inside of her cheek before continuing, “It’s better that I’m here.” And just like that, she’s looking back up at the sky as if there are no cares in the world. Hawks doesn’t know what to say to that, so he lets the silence stretch on for a few more minutes before her phone buzzes in her pocket. A quick glance and she is slowly sitting up to turn off the alarm.

“You okay now?” Hawks asks softly as he sits up next to her, taking note that her clamminess appears to have passed.

“Mhmm, I’m okay,” she glances at him from under her lashes. “Sorry I reacted like that. I appreciate what you did. Between unwanted crowds or heights, I guess you chose the lesser of the two evils.” He laughs at that, glad she seems to be more herself now.

“Nah, don’t be sorry,” His big grin is back, “I won’t do that again, not without your permission.” He sticks out his tongue as a tease before getting up and offering his hand to help her, which she takes without question. The sudden vertical motion nearly triggers vertigo again, but she catches her balance. Once he’s sure she’s not going to fall right back to the ground, he turns to grab their drinks.

“At least we still have coffee, yeah?” He chuckles as he hands her the cup with her name on it, and to her surprise, it’s still mostly full.

“Thanks,” she smiles and manages to take a proper drink this time, and it settles her upset stomach if only a little bit. Hawks watches her features as she takes another drink. Her soft content sigh melts away any more worry, which pulls a genuine smile across his face instead of his grins for show.

“Heh, we should do that again sometime, though! Running for the press is always fun,” he starts for the door, and she goes to follow.

“Yeah, right, like I’m letting you scoop me up like that again,” she returns his tease with her own, and his sharp, unexpectedly loud laugh makes her laugh, too.

“We’ll see about that,” he gives her a playful glance as they head down the stairs. It doesn’t appear so dark in the hall this time since it was still dark outside, so she’s able to meet his intrigued, honeyed gaze.

“Seriously, I would rather break my fingers than do that again,” earning his laugh once more while they wait for the elevator.

“Ah, but you didn’t even get to see the best part!” He nudges her arm playfully with his elbow, hand in his pocket, before taking a drink of his coffee, looking at her over the brim.

“Yeah, and what’s that? Your shit-eating grin while I’m screaming to be put down?” Her smugness again catches him off guard, like he’s talking to a completely different woman than the one we met a week ago. He nearly chokes on his coffee as another laugh bubbles up.

“Oh, a foul mouth now, are we?”

“Never said I wasn’t one. Besides,” she steps into the elevator once it opens and looks at him as he follows her in, “I didn’t have a reason to cuss you out before. You’re now on my shit list.” His clear, bright laugh bounces off the walls of the elevator and warms her to her core, a tingle racing from the back of her head down her spine.

“Damn, you’re brutal,” he chuckles as he presses their floors with his index finger, cup still in hand.

“Only when I need to be,” she smiles sweetly at him before taking a drink from her cup, and he nearly catches his breath. Who is she? Where’d she come from? Aside from other heroes, no one talks to him like that, and he’s not going to lie, he loves it. It’s not often he’s treated as normal.

“Well, Hatori of the reparations department, I’d love to stay and bitch about how awful flight and the press are, but I have to get to work, and so do you.” Before the doors slide open, he once again claps his free hand on her shoulder with a small squeeze before setting out and giving her a backward glance. “See ya around, little chickadee.” Without even thinking, she casually gives him a teasing wave, her cup still lingering at her lips. The next thing she knows, she’s alone in the elevator, absolutely dumbfounded at how her mood went from hating this morning to despising Hawks, from feeling utterly grateful that he stayed on the roof with her to cheekily teasing him in return. By the time she makes it to her cubicle, her coffee is drained, her mood is over the moon, and the queasiness in her stomach is gone, allowing her to settle into her seat and jump right into work, surprising Yuri who sits across from her.

“Hey, what happened to you? You’re never this happy in the morning,” he teases before lowering his voice and leaning into her cubicle. “You didn’t take someone home from work last night, did you?” That earns him a sharp laugh. She had told him of her dancing work, so he knows the nature of it, and she’s thankful he’s accepting and willing to tease about it.

“Not that that’s any of your business, but no. Can’t I have a good morning?”

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[iidapropagandist]

Extremely stupid image (hawks and his pr manager)

[nightfall-kachiniko]

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

[metranart]

“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 5)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Keigo pulled out, fully out of you just to shove himself to the hilt, slamming your cunt so viciously, the breath was knocked out of you. Words and pleas got stuck in your dry throat, you didn’t know how to stop him. This wasn't happening, not with Hawks—the Number two pro hero in the country. He was your favorite Hero. Please, someone make him stop.

“Fuck-... so, sooooo tight.” He praised, bathing your neck in abandoned smooches, “I knew it, it had to be your sweet pussy—” and throwing his head back, grinned like a love-struck fool and began pistoning in and out of you like a madman. 

He was fucking you so violently, you couldn’t find your breath to scream. You merely sobbed into his bare shoulder, and he let you. There was no one around, all the houses empty from working parents and studying students. You were at his mercy. No one would hear you and somehow, you wished he had never saved you.

“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”

“Ngh~” you wailed, but he couldn’t interpret the sound, neither could you. 

“Yes, yes, I know you´ll love it, too.” Keigo daydreamed, “she’ll be Daddy’s little treasure,” he hummed, pulling back and flipping you onto the ground, your face and tits splashed against the cold concrete as he lifted your hips a little, straddling you when you attempted to stand. “Almost there, love—” said, tenderly patting your ass and slipping back inside you, started thrusting with swift abandon at the new angle.  

“Mmh… Fuck, you’re still so tight—!” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, rutting into your softness with frenzied exhilaration, devoutly massaging the skin on your hips with his thumbs while thrusting. 

Berserk hips colliding with your ass cheeks at the rhythm of love, not an inch of restraint or mercy while forcing his heroic cock inside your virginal pussy. He had been making an utter mess of you for the better part of twenty minutes already, and now you were no more than a sack of bones sprawled on dirty concrete, no more tears in your eyes, only pitiful moans and occasional groans when decided to fuck you in a different angle or position. 

“S-sorry about this-” he mumbled, and groaned, burdensomely, kissing your cheek as if it would comfort you. You felt warmth permeate inside of you, and knew he came, for the third time. “Shesh—you’ll think I’ll be done with that, but I just feel so fucking driven, still…. FUCK! I’m so, sorry, kid.” He did sound remorseful but didn’t stop. 

You didn’t respond anymore, too numb by something very similar to pleasure but more intense, pain had left your body in the first five minutes of him forcing himself into your resistless, utterly slaved pussy, and were reduced to take it, as Hawks often like to babble, ‘like a good fucking girl.’

A part of you hated him so bad, and another part knew it wasn’t his doing, not entirely. What had his feathers all ruffled up and had him drooling like a dog in heat was your fucking quirk, twisting his mind and charging his sexual feat. And to your despair, you thought you knew what needed to be done to end this assault, it would be a torrid lie -another problem to deal with later- but as long as he believed it right now, it could be your way out. 

“Hawks~” you mewled, and the noise of your sultry voice alone got him harder. 

“Yes, baby bird, what do you need?” he fluttered with happiness at you finally sounding less disgusted, “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable—is the bed of feathers not soft enough?” 

At some point while flipping your body to his liking, set a rug of red feathers which chased your bare figure for you to be at least comfortable while receiving him. 

You were far too cramped, not deep enough and he was huge, and no number of different angles or positions would help him reach deeper than he already was, the bulge under your belly button a firm sign that he couldn’t bottom out as would like to, yet he felt a wave of pride, at seeing you take it like a real champ. Not eager but at least you weren't crying anymore.

“It’s o-okey…” you mumbled, feeling him keep you effectively anchored to his groin. You were on your side now as he lay behind you, one arm wrapping around under your waist while squeezing one of your breasts as anchor and his other hand lifting your leg up, knee flush against your side, spread wide for him to slid easier, hitting your cervix on every incessant shove. 

“Haw—Keigo.” You remembered he wanted you to call him by his civilian name, and to your surprise it had a better effect than you anticipated.

“Oh my God! It sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth, goddamit-” hearing his own name had practically made his eyes roll back into his skull, it was addictive, and soon needed more. “Say it, please, baby—… don’t leave me hanging......say it again. Keigo. Please....fuck, please, say my fucking name, baby. I just…” he melted into your warm body, lips brushing against every inch of your face as he kept pleading, forehead sweaty and face red from exertion, but the thing that shocked you the most was the way he cupped your jaw with a gentleness you never expected when the rest of his body was moving so violently, so spirited, “—I just need you to say it.”

“Keigo.” you conceded in a sultry purr, and he squeezed your breast harder, without hurting you, carefully spreading your leg farther up for him to get a little deeper, but it wasn’t enough. Your body was still resisting every swing of his hips. “You have to let me spoil you, baby—” he practically begged, unable to stop himself, he could feel your rattled heartbeat through your back against his chest and he loved the closeness, the way you were finally listening to his demands. “I need to take care of you, my mate.... I need you to come on my cock-…. please, baby bird, come for me —”

“I don’t think I can do it again, Haw-… Keigo.” The shiver running down his body echoed through your own skin at the use of his name, so willingly, so natural.

“Yes, you can, just one last time.... please-…. let me take care of it,” he swallowed hard, hips stuttering while trying to dial it down a bit to let you chase your own pace “You´ve been taking all my loads so well inside this beautiful baby-maker.... this is the last pull to be able to close my rut, luv.... I´m so fucking close-” his wings instinctively flapped “but I can’t come until you do.” He insisted, and you sighed, you didn’t want this to drag on any longer than it had, so, you nodded, once.

“Oh, I can't wait,” he cooed dizzily, as if the mere thought of you taking the lead even for a short lapse made him tipsy, “I'm all yours, your to command—tell me how you want me to make you come?”

“Eh-h...” you stuttered, once again, he really loved when you did, and you tried to use it against him, even so, once he had pulled out and was now eagerly waiting for YOU to tell him how to rip a new hole in your cervix again, you couldn’t find your voice. You just wanted it to end. “Well...I—”

Hawks nodded his head reverently, waiting with bated breath for your next words and as if sensing your hesitance, he peppered your forehead with greedy kisses. Fuck, how his teeth ached to bury in the skin of your shoulder and mark you as his, he yearned to fill you a thousand more times in this dirty alleyway, but he was worried about your well-being, you were still a pup compared to him. So, he promised himself to take good care of you, and tucked you safely away from any other male, he had called dibs and now you were fucked...or at least that was what his rut commanded. 

“I-…. with your mouth.” You braved out, expecting for that to work, but it didn’t. 

“No can do, kiddo, I need to double coat your insides white one last time, remember?” How the fuck did he was able to blast such horrid and lewd phrases without even be fazed about it, was beyond you. But the worst of all, was how this sick, trademark humor of his actually had an effect on your traitorous soaked pussy.

“Mphmmm....well, then-… what is your favorite position, Keigo?” His eyes almost sparkled at your interest, feign but well-aimed, and he beamed, flapping his wings excitedly. 

“My—My favorite....” he felt like a kid on a candy store, “I mean—… I already twisted you like a pretzel for the last hour.... I think I did everything I want......except—”

Your eyes opened wide, expectation shinning on your orbs, whatever he says you´ll do just to end this martyrdom.

“Yes?”

“Well....” he laughed, a little sheepish and you blinked at him, in all the time you had been with him, you had never seen his confidence fail, and that picked your interest. “You can tell me, Keigo.” You encouraged and he acquired a sitting position, abandoning your body on the sheet of feathers.

“I want—I want to sink myself inside some warm pussy.... -yours preferably...since you are MY mate, you know.” You merely nodded, fearing that contradict him may cause a dry humping on his part, “—while we are six feet off the ground.” He shared, all sheepishness forgotten, “That´s it.”

You didn't know how it happened but what was supposed to be your wish, turned into fulfilling one of Hawks' deepest fantasies, and there you were, your legs encircling the hero's waist as he flew up the alley, your shirt at least covered the side of your breasts but still Hawks didn't allow you to fully close it, begging you to let him see your breasts sway to the rhythm of his love, or at least, that's what he assured. 

And once having reached the height he required, the birdman sheathed inside you once more, his hands digging under your rear as he maneuvered you up into the air. You prayed that no one would see you, and Keigo assured that no one would, since his feathers would form a shield. 

So, you concentrated on letting him set the pace that he needed, and like before, soon became ruthless.

Never ending pumps while he whined desperately, his forehead firm against yours, eyes set in a slit as he concentrated to keep his pumping fluid while still floating in the middle of the air, “Shit, baby... I didn’t expect for this to turn me on so fucking bad, fuck! .....are you even close?”

You weren't, but you knew what that meant. More fucking until you came first. You strived to achieve the requirement of his rut. Please, you needed this to stop.

“Get as horizontal as-as possible so I can...so I can ride you at my pace.” 

You didn't even have to say it twice, when his feathers already formed a red platform on the sky where he laid placidly, you on top straddling his erect member, his eyes focused on your figure, Keigo wanted to memorize every detail of your body moving over him while you were hunting for your orgasm.

“Use me, love, come all over your mate´s cock.” He mumbled, kneading the fat of your thighs and you started to hump him. 

Your movements were erratic and sometimes his dick slipped out of your overused pussy, your breasts bounced up and down between the folds of your open shirt, your pretty hair fluttered in the wind like a banner that Keigo wanted to braid and comb in a thousand hairstyles, and your plump lips were parted, soft little moans escaping them every time your pussy greedily devoured his cock, DAMN IT! Keigo was close, and no doubt you were too—…. But the winged Hero had already changed his mind, and didn't want this to end, never ever.... when was he going to have you like this again, on him in full will and desire? Was he going to have to become a villain in order to keep you? Was he willing to do that? YEP. Were you willing to do that? Probably NOT.

His hands around your hips innocently tried to contain your thrusts without you noticing but it was too late, Keigo's selfishness would not bear fruit, since he felt your blessed walls tightening on him, and the gasp torn from your throat along with your trembling frame falling on his bare chest was more than enough to know that you had come, without a doubt he was close, so fucking close from just seeing you perform on top of him like a fucking goddess taken out of the same heaven angels must come from, even so, he didn't want to be so close, not anymore. 

He wanted you. To be honest, he had been lying to you for the last twenty minutes, since the third time he came inside you turned off his rut completely, leaving him sated and satisfied. He just hadn't counted on the strong need he would feel, this selfish and macabre desire that ran through every fiber of his body, wanting to keep you for himself, you were HIS, he had been your first time, the first one inside of you... .it was only fair that you stayed with him. His girl, his baby, his fucking everything, fuck.... he was close again... this was going to be a painful load, so he hugs you tight against his chest.

“Here it comes, baby, you gonna be a good mate for me and take it all again?” he ceased his gentle stroking on your back in favor of digging his fingers among your soft mane. “Fuck—…. answer me, MATE.”

“Y-yes, Haw...Keigo.” And that did it.

“Then take it all inside that slutty pussy of mine....” His wicked croon had an effect on you, among his dirty words and his ravenous mouth stealing licks from your delectable neck, tempting you, ordering you to follow him over the edge, and soon you felt that familiar twinge in your womb, No! nononono Please... not again. He felt it too and took advantage of it. “Come for me, baby bird. Come on my dick while it fills you to the brim.”

You gagged on your own moans. You did not want to cum again. Not for him. Yet here you were again.... letting him stuff you with his putrid essence while you came undone sobbing and gasping for air for the tenth time that day. “That’s- that’s it. FUCK!” Keigo came soon after, a sonorous yelp- as if HE was the one being raped, ripped through his throat to then slowly and in all serenity, descend on a cloud of feathers until both touched the ground again.

“Well. Fucking. Done.... -Little bird,” his words drawled against your throat, Hawks still submerged in the goading sensation he greedily gained with each prolonged press of your weeping slit against his flaccid cock resting inside you. He didn’t even bother to pull out of you.

His breathing was still heavy, cum sipping out through at how full you were. You looked so ravishing like that, he felt like a real pervert.  

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to laugh-” He hadn't even realized was laughing, but it was hard not to when felt so utterly fulfilled and blissful. Nevertheless, you roll your eyes at him, spoke of a whole different story in your case.

You choose to stay flat on the ground to let the strength in your legs slowly return. Itching to drag yourself as far from Hawks as humanly possible, the only problem there was that he was still inside you.

“Could- Could you pull out of me?” your lips were tight, and your voice sounded strained, “Please— …. Just let me go?” You felt more than tired, physically and emotionally drained.

“Just let me hold you.” He pleaded, possessively dragging your limp body inside his warm and impossibly strong embrace, flushing his entire body against yours, holding you tight as if you could get away at any given moment. “I just- want to hold you against me.... as long as I can.” He hummed, kissing your cheek again. 

Never going to let you go, baby bird, you are mine. Was that thought his? his rut? or your quirk? Guess, he´ll find out soon enough.

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[ladyymiisa]

MONEY, MONEY, MONEY!

summary: your loving boyfriend who spoils you rotten!

tags: hawks x fem!reader, barista!reader, fem pronouns used for reader, fluff

author’s note: hi sexies!!! i literally can’t stop thinking about hawks spoiling his gf god i want him so bad

it’s no secret that hawks is rich. being a hero has not only given him popularity but also a paycheque that would make anyone’s eyes pop out if they saw the numbers on it. like, this man’s credit card is black. that’s how rich he is. and you’d think he’d try to display it, right? maybe by driving a really expensive car, like a ferrari or something, or by only wearing designer clothes.

haha, wrong.

for as wealthy as he is, hawks rarely spoils himself. perhaps he feels selfish to have all of this, despite how hard he’s worked for it. he tells himself that it’s because he’s too busy to actually relish in everything that he owns, that he has more important matters to focus on, but a part of him knows that they’re just excuses to make up for how hung up he is on the past.

the past of his criminal, alcoholic father and emotionally distant mother, the past of his abuse and how neglected he was. because of it, he can’t bring himself to actually enjoy the things others would kill for.

at least until he meets you.

he meets you and suddenly he finds a new purpose for his money, other than keeping it in his bank account to collect dust.

to spoil you, of course!

to me, hawks is more of a giver rather than a receiver and i will die on this hill. he loves to pamper you, shower you in the most expensive gifts known to man and take you on the fanciest dates. from designer shoes to jewellery that would cost you three years worth of rent, this man makes it his life mission to ensure that you only get the best of the best.

and at first, it all seems like too much. you’re just an ordinary civilian working as a barista, nothing special. you don’t consider yourself someone worthy of being hawks’ object of affection, but hawks, sorry, keigo makes sure to put a stop to those silly thoughts immediately. besides the expensive gifts, he also shows you daily just how much you mean to him, which is more precious than any pair of diamond earrings he could ever gift you.

for as busy as he is, keigo never leaves you hanging, no matter how busy he is.

showing up on your balcony late at night with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand if he isn’t able to visit you during your day shift, or washing the dishes for you if you’re too tired are some of the ways in which he shows his love.

and you grow greedy because of it. everything be damned, you slowly turn into a spoiled princess and it’s all his fault.

do you feel guilty about it? maybe just a little. but only because you no longer shy away from asking keigo to buy you stuff.

oh, look! a perfume you’ve been eyeing for a while just became available online? all you have to do is bat your eyelashes prettily at him and next thing you know you have a small package waiting by your doorstep the following day.

your favourite makeup brand dropped a new collection? surely he won’t mind if you get every product available.

hm? you’re still working at that coffee shop? well, not anymore! keigo can’t possibly have his pretty baby working herself to death when he’s right there to ensure that you’re living as comfortably as possible. after all, there’s no need for you to work! your rent is taken care of by him and his credit card is basically yours, so don’t worry your pretty head about such silly things! he’s got you covered.

but in the end, it’s not those gifts that make you fall asleep with a smile on your face at night. it’s his love that has your heart fluttering inside your chest whenever he gives you that boyish grin of his, it’s his love that leaves your cheeks feeling sore after he says such a horrible joke that you can’t help but laugh at. and keigo makes sure to shower you in his love every single day. he is a pretty generous man after all.

[doodling-panda]

giving myself depression imagining wrapping a red blanket around him

[redr0sewrites]

🌼 A/n: keigo somno fic based on the poll hehe

🌼 Cw: somno, dry humping, groping, previously discussed consent, afab reader

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he misses you.

all Keigo could think about as he flew home was you. from your sweet smile and soft embrace to your tight cunt and pretty moans, all he wanted was to be near to you- be with you. he'd been swamped with hero work, and he was so needy for you, both emotionally and sexually. finally, after three weeks of barely seeing you, he'd gotten tomorrow and the next day off, and was planning to spend all of his free time with you.

he slips inside of his luxurious skyline apartment through the window, mot even bothering to waste time with the door. Keigo is quiet, creeping through your home as he sheds his hero gear. he peers into your bedroom, and his heart flutters at the sight of you, curled up and asleep on top of your king sized bed. fluffy pillows engulf your form, and the large comforter conceals the lower half of your body from him. he changes into his sleep clothes as quietly as possible, before approaching you.

you were curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow. you were wearing his favorite pajama set, a cute two piece consisting of a comfy, baggy top and cute little shorts that only just reach midthigh. your hair was done up to be kept out of your face as you slept, but a few rebellious whisps lay across your forehead. he brushes the tiny hairs away with a steady hand before cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead. the sight of you sleeping so peacefully while waiting for him was making him feel all fluttery inside, and a perverse idea was forming in his mind.

Keigo wanted you so deeply, and his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of taking you in your sleep. he struggles with his morality, not wanting to disrupt your peaceful sleep, but blood rushes to his dick all the same at the thought of indulging himself. you both had discussed the possibility before a while ago, with you clearly stating that not only would you not mind, you'd even find it hot if he did so. and yet, he had never found the opportunity, more often than not you were awake when he came home, and when you weren't, he was always too exhausted to do anything and only wanted to cuddle.

the specifics don't matter much to him anymore as he slips into bed behind you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. he slides your back against his chest, the curve of your ass fitting snuggly against his now semi-hard cock. you hum softly in your sleep but don't wake as he wraps his arms around your waist, pushing you back against him and groping at your tits. slowly but surely, a warm hand creeps up beneath your soft tee to cup your chest, and he squeezes appreciatively. only them does he realize the shirt you're wearing is one of his own, and a low moan slips out through gritted teeth at the realization. he swiftly finds your nipple and begins to tease, circling the sensitive bud with his finger and flicking it slowly, marveling in the way it hardens beneath his touch.

you shift in your sleep and he hisses as your ass grinds so nicely against his length. Keigo splays his free hand out across your tummy, holding you in place as he continues his ministrations on your chest. the tips of his fingers splay beneath the waistband of your shorts, just reaching the curls of your tiny happy trail. the friction beneath the pads of his fingers makes him shudder in anticipation, and Keigo pushes you back against him witb more force. his caressing of your chest has long since transitioned to full on groping, and each stroke of his skilled fingers against your breasts causes you to squirm in your sleep, effectively grinding back against him and only serving to arouse him more.

"ffuck- y'see what you do t'me, baby? need you s'bad" Keigo groans, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down to free the tip of his cock. his length twitches against your ass, the only separation between you two being your shorts and undergarments. Keigo continues pawing at your chest while rutting against your back, pleasure clouding his mind as precum drools from his aching tip.

in the back of his mind, he's vaguely aware of you whining in your sleep, but his impending release makes his brain all white n fuzzy as he buries his head in the back of your neck with a pitiful whine, too focused on his own pleasure to even realize you were stirring.

"m'- s'close-" he's whining, rolling his hips impatiently and smearing his precum across your lower back as his cock begs for release. he presses you back against him and, coinciding with a few rough and messy thrusts, cums fast and hard. he moans unashamedly, wings shuddering and cock twitching as his orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave. meanwhile you, still having a sensual, lovely dream, ease back into his touch, your breathing evening out as you continue to remain blissfully unaware of Keigo's perverse actions. you even let out a soft, content hum as he grinds himself against you one last time, your dreams filled with the sound of his moans and the feeling of his hands on you.

Keigo stays laying still for quite a while, dick flaccid and pressed against you as he catches his breath. softly but swiftly he pulls away from you, but not before pressing a gentle, tender kiss to your temple.

"thanks baby," he murmurs huskily, gaze softening as you coo in your sleep at his gentle touch. he heads to the bathroom and wets a towel, and makes quick work of wiping up the mess he left on your back and shorts. the entire time, you barely stir, only once mumbling his name with a huff when he gave your ass an appreciative squeeze. once his mess is all cleaned up, Keigo joins you in bed, sliding in behind you as your body slots perfectly against his.

"goodnight darling," he mumbles, eyelids already heavy with sleep. "love you s'much."

it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to write keigo smut without making it at least a little bit fluffy :((( he's genuinely just. a very sweet guy idk i think he'd be sooooo careful when having sex w u and yea while its fun to imagine him being super dom at times he's literally just ur baby like i think he's a lot more into ur pleasure than his own. anyways tldr when u wake up in the morning he cooks u breakfast AND gives u head

[koowlhi]

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[uracutieraka]

Nobody noticed

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No one tried

To read my eyes

No one but you

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Keigo Takami x f!reader

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Tw: angsty, friends to lovers.

Synopsis; SPOILERS FOR S7 UNDER CUT

After Keigo loses his quirk, he falls in a dark spot mentally. As his best friend, it's obviously your job to help him out of that low point.

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"Keigo?" You call out, his apartment is cold and dark. Beer cans and other miscellaneous pieces of trash are scattered about. You sigh and lazily kick your shoes off, dropping your purse and keys on the floor beside them.

You flip the light switch in his hallway on and call out for him again.

"What?" A deep voice calls back, slurring the word. You roll your eyes and finish walking towards the closed door of his bathroom. You push the door open and scoff at him. He's laying in his underwear on the floor. Empty bottles around him.

"You've been drinking? In the bathroom?"

He now looks up at you and rolls his eyes as he turns away from you, sulking on his floor. You don't miss the way his under eyes are dark red. You huff and lay down on his bathroom floor with him, acting as big spoon.

Your face is smooshed up against his back.

"Y'know you're the only person who I'd lay on a bathroom floor with, right?" A moment of silence goes by and you feel him inhale deeply before exhaling.

"Yeah. I know."

"And you know I love you, so, so, sooooo, much?"

"And I you." His voice is quiet and strained. You feel a pang of sadness strike through your chest.

"But, can we not lay on your dirty bathroom floor?"

He grumbles out something along the lines of needing to shower and you unwrap yourself from him and stand up, moving around his restroom.

He watches you with lidded eyes as you turn on the shower for him.

1,2,3, turns to the right.

1,2,3,4, turns to the left.

You stand over him and put a hand out. He stares at you for a moment but you wiggle your fingers and he sighs wile grabbing your hand.

You both groan as you pull him up, he chuckles a bit at how dramatic you are.

You put your hand under the water to check the temperature. His gaze lingers on the way your hair is falling out of the bun you had probably thrown it in before you got on the train here, like you normally do. He was always fascinated with the way you seemed to effortlessly twist your hair around and tie it up.

"The waters just how you like it," You say, turning back to him as you dry your hand off with his towel that's hung up next to the shower. "I'll be on the couch." You move past him but hhis hand tugs the back of your work shirt. You turn to face him.

"Just," His eyes meet yours and you can feel the sadness in them throughout your whole body. "turn around so I can get in really quick."

This wasn't an abnormal request, from either of you. You two had known each other since you were 8, so sitting in the bathroom with one another was a regular occurrence.

You nod and turn to face the door, closing your eyes just to make sure you didn't see anything extra.

You listen as the metal of the curtain rod gets scraped by the curtain rings and turn around once it stops. Your eyes make out his figure through the sheer fabric of his curtain. You turn towards his mirror, wiping away the condensation and looking at your disheveled appearance. Rubbing your hands over your face before redoing your hair.

"Keigo." he hums back as a response. "Are you gonna be okay?"

The sound of the water fills your ears, then the squeak of him turning the knobs to cut the water off.

You quickly move to hand him his towel and he thanks you.

You watch as he pulls the curtain open, now looking at you.

"I'm gonna be fine Y/n." He now steps out of the shower, kicking the empty glass bottle in the process.

"Okay but is this like, 'I'm only saying this to shut you up' fine or fine fine?"

He rolls his eyes at you as he uses his body to shove you out of the way of his sink. He reaches out for his toothbrush and fumbles with the cap of his toothpaste.

"No, like, I'm fine. Right now." He doesn't give you a chance to continue the conversation because he shoves the toothbrush in his mouth and looks down at the sink. You watch as he blankly stares at the white marble. Your brows furrowed in thought.

He spits out the foam and rinses his toothbrush, when he's done he rushes past you and flings the door open so quick it makes you jump a it. He disappears, presumably into his bedroom to find clothes.

You stare at the empty doorway. Contemplating following him. Your lip is raw from where you'd been chewing at it all day long, a habit you developed at some point in your teenage years, when Keigo started going on real solo missions.

You push off the counter top and walk out to his hallway, looking into his dark bedroom. You scoff and walk in, turning the light on.

His back muscles ripple while he digs in his drawers for a shirt. Sweatpants hung low on his hips. Your lips are pulled tightly together now. He turns to look back at you, quickly throwing I head over his shoulder.

"I promise. I'm fine."

You let out your nth sigh of the evening and walk over to him, palms laying flat over his back as you run your hands up, over his shoulder blades. He shivers under the touch and you feel tears prick your eyes.

"I'm not.," Your voice is shaky and it causes him to try and turn around quickly, though you stop him by grabbing his shoulders and turning him back around. "I never used to be able to do this. It's weird." Your fingers now gently trace where his wings used to be. The skin is so smooth, it's as if they were never there.

"Yeah. It is weird." His voice cracks and you allow your hands to wrap around his waist, yet again pulling yourself flush with his back. His hands come up to hold your arms.

"I wish it was me and not you." It was true, you hardly ever used your quirk anymore, despite the endless training you endured as a kid. It was almost as if you didn't even have one now.

"Don't say that." His voice is low as he speaks. You can feel the vibrations of his words due to your close proximity to him.

"I don't even use it anymore."

He now peels your arms off him and turns to face you, hands cupping your face as a solemn smile sits on his lips. His hands drop from your face to your shoulders, rubbing down your arms and back up them.

"I am fine. It's just hard to adjust s'all." His hands come back up to your face, thumbs rubbing slow circles on the apples of your cheekbones. You melt into the touch, your own hands coming up to cup the ones on your face.

"Just promise you're not gonna do anything stupid?" You have wide eyes as you look at him, he swears he might melt into the creaky floorboards of his run down apartment.

"Never," he shakes his head left and right, left and right. "Never, ever."

You giggle at his vigorous head shaking, ands words.

"I said promise." You stick your hand in his face, its balled up in a fist, excluding your pinky which stuck out towards him. He takes his hands off your face and you momentarily frown at the loss of contact.

"Okay, I promise." He threads his finger with yours, pulling your hand into his chest, then the rest of you. You lean into the familiar warmth and hum in delight.

"Good. I'd probably die without you." He squeezes you tighter at your words. Grunting something about how you're unfair.

You begin bickering with him about how it's not unfair to think that way, but there's no malicious intent between the two of you.

He pokes at your sides and you shriek, poorly attempting to push out of his hold before he starts tickling you, but you fail and he launches a full blown attack.

You're screaming and laughing, trying to run from him, but he's stronger and faster than you are. He picks you up and WWE style, slams you on to his bed.

"Oh, you are so dead Keigo." Your voice is stern but the smile on your face gives your true intentions away.

He quirks up his eyebrow at you mockingly.

"Try me." You shoot back a similar look and that when he pounces. Tackling you back on to the bed. Laughs rumble from both of your chests. You struggle out of his grasp, head falling into his pillows. He follows you, crawling completely over you.

You both are coming down from laughing, giggles escaping the both of you.

He's fully over you and his eyes are baring into yours. It's like you two had an unspoken conversation, which you both quickly learned you did a lot, and others thought it was creepy. You two were always quick to find each others eyes, unspoken words always exchanged. This time though, this conversation was serious. Something that couldn't be put into words.

It was automatic for you, like your brain switched off. Your hands cupped his face and pulled him to you. He shudders when he feels your warm breath on his lips. Your eyes flicker down to his then back up to his golden eyes, asking a silent question.

He nods, up and down, its such a slight movement that if you didn't have your hands on the side of his face you probably wouldn't even know he did it.

You close the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips against his so quick that when you pull away, he chases after you. He doesn't get the chance to fully open his eyes again because you pull him back in.

The kiss starts off slow and languid, but soon becomes fervent. Teeth clashing together, tongues fighting one another's. Eventually you pull away for air. Giggling when he pouts.

"Y/n."

"Ooo, your serious voice."

He sits back, and you push up onto your elbows. He wipes his hands on his sweats and your brows knit together.

"Y/n, uhm, look, I've done a lot of thinking lately, and I mean a lot.," he lets out a gust of air and looks down at his lap before looking back at you. "I love you."

You feel your heartbeat quicken at his words, they weren't abnormal to hear, but this was different. He goes to say something else but you cut him off.

"I love you too." You sit up, folding your legs underneath you to lean back over to him, yet again closing the distance.

He kisses back but pulls away after a moment.

"Like, love me love me?" He looks like a kid in a candy store.

You nod, just as eager as him.

"Like, love you love you."

He harshly pushes his lips back on yours and you fall back a bit with a grunt. He crawls back over you and you fall flat on your back again. He kisses all over the side of your face and you giggle when he leaves light kisses on yours ear.

“Kei- stop! That tickles!” You shiver when he chuckles lowly at your resistance. Ignoring you and continuing his actions.

Yeah Keigo Takami was definitely going to be okay.

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[nikki0606]

the letter | Hawks X Reader

oneshot; (wrote it some 3 yrs ago and edited the narration here)

(it was a result for a "write a letter to mha characters" quiz of mine)

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"Calm down, will you?" Tokoyami says over the phone, "I can not believe it's me of all people who needs to console you."

"Well, it was your idea." you pace your room in stress.

"It was dark shadow's idea." Tokoyami doesn't sound happy at your accusation, "I even warned you against trusting him just like that. His maturity level is down in the drain. That all put aside, I really do think you should relax. Definitely, sensei wouldn't hate you."

"He wouldn't hate me?" you frown and take a deep inhale, "I wrote that guy a love letter and we left it in his office, Tokyo!"

"I do not see how that should make him hate you.. " Tokoyami sounds confused, "Hawks sensei has quite a following, it would only be normal to him if you ended up having feelings for him too. Relax, it's no big deal."

"Oh my God." you clutch your head, "Is this how you're consoling me? I don't know what to do– is there a chance he wouldn't have seen it? I really just want to bring the letter back now."

"Wow." Dark shadow's voice sounds, "That's really spineless of you," you gasp at that, "relax, (Name)-chan. Everything's gonna be fine. If Hawks sensei ignores you, I'll fight him for you."

You pause, "Ignores? You know what, I'll call you and Dark Shadow back later, Tokyo. The both of you are only increasing my anxiety."

"Okay." Tokoyami sighs, "And stop calling me Tokyo."

"No." you hang up right after.

Continuing to pace in the room, you begin to prepare yourself for the worse. It's true Hawks could just ignore you if he gets uncomfortable with the whole thing. If not that, he could just reject your feelings.

After all, he does get thousands of letters per day (though none are found at his table top in his office) and like Tokoyami said, it would be only normal for him to have a little girl crush on him.

You're two weeks away from your birthday and do not at all wish to be crying over his rejection on the day you turn eighteen. 

"It's alright." you try to console yourself, "There's a lot more beauty in this world to cry over just one guy." but it's easier said than done.

No matter how true your words are, they do nothing to ease the way your throat suffocates in anxiety."

Your phone buzzes with notifications on the side and you pick it up to distract yourself with whatever they're from only to find an unknown number having texted you.

__________________________

XXXXXXX

heyy

you really thought you'd 

send him a letter and BOOM

he's into you, huh

haha, bitch

stop daydreaming

look at this 

seriously

stop embarrassing yourself

there's other important ppl

in his life

__________________________

Your brain processes the texts way too slow. Once it does, however, you feel something in your heart shatter.

A picture of Hawks blushing and another of him covering his face combined with the texts you've received explain a lot. 

There's other important people in his life.

It makes sense– you don't know much about his person life. You only know Hawks the hero not the person who he is away from the limelight.

It makes sense, absolute sense, but it hurts. 

"It's okay." you mumble futile and empty words to yourself, one hand making way to your chest and rubbing it hard. The ache lying within overpowers even the peak of control you can exert over yourself.

A tear rolls down your cheek. At this point, you don't even know what else you were expecting.

"I am just another fangirl." you tell yourself, "It's alright. That's what happens, I'm no one special– I barely know about his personal life."

A ding brings in new messages from the same number.

__________________________

XXXXXXX

we've got some things to settle

fifteen minutes from now

on your dorm roof

lets fight

YOU

lets please talk it out

it's nothing serious

I guess I'm just a fangirl

XXXXXXX

ask me if I give a fuck

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It hurts you to reply this way but this is just the truth.

But how can someone enter U.A.? I don't think non pro heroes would be allowed to enter.

And this thought leads to the rather painful realization that the person texting you might just be Mirko, you know Hawks is good friends with her so there could always be things between them that you aren't aware of.

It's just best to go and talk to her and clear out any misunderstandings. Who knows what sort of ruckus might follow.

You violently rub your teary eyes and swallow hard, "Well then."

There's no one on the roof when you reach there. With a sigh, you walk over to the boundary and lean against it taking in the view of the night at your school.

The suffocating weight on your chest remains constant but the worry about what Hawks would think of you beats it.

It hurts to remember how seriously you had written the letter and poured all of your ehart into it. Now, you only feel like an idiot.

Why the fuck did I even think this was okay?

If you could, you'd make everything go back to before you'd written it. All the worry, all the nervousness and this painful rejection-- you sigh.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

You haven't paid attention to the view until now. At once, you blink focusing your gaze in front. A small smile rises up your face, "It's beautiful." and then you pause.

"You didn't even notice me sneaking up to you." the way too familiar from the snort makes a tsunami of heat crash against your body, you snap your head to where Hawks is leaned to the boundary by your side.

"Hawks." your jaw falls a mile below.

"Yup." he smiled, "I had to come, didn't I?"

On reflex, you look around to see if someone else has come with him but not another soul is around.

"You're.. " you swallow hard, a mountain of shame settling in your face, "Uhm... well.. "

Hawks hums, his face turned towards the school building in view, "I thought I'd just talk to you face to face. I was on my way to Musutafu anyways."

"O-Oh.. ?"

"So you wrote me a letter." there's the tiniest bit of tease in his voice, "You think I'm handsome, eh, (Name)-chan? Boy, I did not know that."

Your face falls into your hands. You wish the earth would swallow you whole.

"Well," he hums a moment later, "I sort of saw the letter in front of Mirko and she urged we should prank you so she took those pictures of me while I was reading the letter. I don't know what she's texted you though. She said you'd be happy to see me in person."

It takes you a while to process the thing about the pictures.

You don't have it inside you to face him anymore but the relief you feel on knowing this was a pranks expresses itself as a sharp exhale.

Hawks' face turns to you again, a sly smirk rising to his face, "You weren't getting jealous, were you? Ahh, I really want to see a jealous (Name)-chan. Your little crush on me makes this so much easier."

With great difficulty, you manage to separate your face and hands and try to lift your head.

"Oh right," Hawks snorts, "it's not a crush, it's love."

"Come on." you whine, turning your face away.

Hawks laughs, "You're adorable, (Name)-chan. Don't you worry, you'll still be on my priority list of little girls crushing on me."

"Look at how proud you are about that." you roll your eyes hysterically, "Shameless chicken."

"Aw, don't you think being mean to me makes me not want to hang out with you?" he dramatizes, "I thought we get careful when we get a puppy crush."

You're honestly just glad he isn't hating or getting creeped out by you.

"You were on your way to Musutafu?" you try to change the topic, "For what?"

Hawks hums a little, his gaze focused on the distantly visible city, "Say, (Name)-chan. You're of age, right? Your birthday was three months ago so you should be eighteen already."

"I am, yeah." your gaze rests on him for a bit- Hawks looks beautiful in the low night light.

He turns to you, "I was coming to Musutafu for this date I have to be on. I realized I should confirm your age outside the school. Nezu looked pretty relaxed when I said I want to visit you so that was relieving."

You blink, "I'm sorry?" there's a darker shade settling on his face now that you focus.

"Takami Keigo." he hums, "That's my real name."

The sudden revelation takes you by surprise, "Oh? I.. wow. That's a nice name."

"Of course," he snorts though there is now something adorably nervous to his voice, "your crush on me makes everything about me nice."

"Other than your personality, yes." you pout, "Look at you insensitively teasing me. Are you wishing to see me cry later?"

"Ne ne, (Name)-chan, you really think I'd let you cry?" he turns you towards himself.

You blink, "H-Huh?"

Hawks smiles nervously, "D'you.. you know.. want to go out with me tonight?"

It takes an eternity for your brain to process it. Once you do, your jaw drop in shock only to tug upwards immediately into a smile.

"What? What.. seriously?"

"Of course." his hand rubs the back of his head, Hawks looks embarrassed, "I-I mean.. it's not important that your crush is one sided.. "

"You like me?" you don't remember when the last time you'd been filled with such pure thrill was. You're basically jumping on your feet.

"If you're going to behave like this, how do you expect me not to?" he pouts and speaks in a small voice.

"Wow." your gaze locks into his, "That's just... "

"Sweet?" his hand boops your nose, "It is. But anyways, should we?" he holds his hand out.

You're about to put your hand onto his put pause, "Has Aizawa sensei allowed you to take me out." you pause, "Shit, I'm not even dressed right." and you continue to freak out more in happiness than in worry.

Hawks chuckles, "You're being pretty reasonable for someone who gets to be with the sexy hot number two." and the sassy reply he expects doesn't come.

You wrap your hands around him instead, "I am."

A gush of red burns his cheeks, Hawks lips part, "Wh-Whoa.. okay." his eyebrows jerk, and his head turns to the side now radiating with heat.

"Shit." you step away from him, "I'm not making you uncomfortable or something, am I?"

"Not at all." Hawks's eyes lock into yours, "That's.. actually leave the date. Let's go to your room and watch a movie or something."

"Boys aren't allowed in our side of the dorm." you make a sad face.

"I'm a man if you haven't noticed." he frowns, "Take me down there, I'll make sure you never miss my manliness again."

Your eyes widen and avert to the side and a buzz rises up your skin. Hawks looks pretty dead set with his little tease and is happy to see the reaction he was expecting.

It's risky sneaking Hawks inside so he sends in a feather first. Thankfully, there's no one in the hallways at this hour.

You let Hawks inside first and enter after securing the area. Little do you realize you've pushed him right into the one wall full of posters of him. You thank yourself for not having pasted hearts or something of the sort around.

"Looks like you have a major crush on this pro hero Hawks." he looks smug but the warm red tint of his ears adds more to the story, "That's so cute."

Your cheeks flare up, "W-Well.. th-there's nothing to hide anymore.. I guess."

Hawks hums, "You'll be knowing me as Keigo no onwards." he leans forward and pulls a poster down, crushes it and throw it to the side.

"What are you doing?" you frown in confusion.

"There's a lot of other things you need space to stick on the walls." he says, "Things about Takami Keigo and not Hawks," a teasing smirk rises up his face again, "and then you can continue to thirst over a sexier side of your hero crush."

You pout and turn away, face now warming up the air all around, "You're so mean, Hawks." there's a silence, "K-Keigo-san.. "

"Good girl." he hums, making all hair on your body rise on their ends, "Try it less formal."

You swallow, "Keigo-kun.. ?"

"Yeah." his hand strokes your cheek, you feel your legs getting weak, "That's more like it, babybird."

"You're literally so mean." your gaze averts to the ground, "Coming all the way here just to tease me.. "

"And maybe also to see you get excited like a little kid when I say it's mutual." he winks, then plops onto your bed, rubbing his face into the pillow.

The thing about the number two pro hero is that the confidence seeps out of all pores in his body. Even if he is shy and nervous, Hawks would unapologetically spread around knowing it would not at all change anything about your feelings for him unless it makes them more intense.

He knows that because he has seen the expression on your face when the two of you would mess around and do weird stuff to annoy Tokoyami (although it was mostly you).

Hawks would have a bigger hand in verbal teasing.

"S-So... " you fiddle with your fingers, cheeks heating up more at the thought of his scent settling onto your sheets. Hawks turns to you.

"Movie?"

"I-If you want to."

"Or maybe we could just.. you know," he playfully winks.

You freeze momentarily, "What... ?"

Hawks snorts, his hand taking his visors and ruffling his hair. He beckons you to come sit with him while taking his shoes and jacket off.

You now find it hard to not stare at his torso.

"Should we have a photoshoot?" he turns to you, eyes full of adoration.

It's too bad that your dirty mind is not able to process anything rationally on being exposed to his biceps now. And it just so happens that you and Hawks are awfully comfortable with teasing and insults on being friends for so long (all thanks to Tokoyami).

That is why the words slip out of your mouth before you can realise, "If you strip, yes."

Hawks blinks, his ears visibly getting a hot shade of red but expressions forced to remain straight, "You really have some wild fantasies about me, babygirl. Tokoyami told me all of them."

You blink, "What?"

He smiles cheekily, "If I strip, you'll lose your head."

"No- Tokoyami did what?"

"Told me some stuff." he hums, "Told me I should get a spine to propose to you but then boom, you send the letter and it gets easier for me."

"He knew you liked me back?"

"Of course he did." Hawks pushes his boots to the side with his foot, "Don't you go getting mad at him," his hands plant on your hips, cheeks blooming red, "this is my payment for this request."

In another second, you're sitting in his lap.

"So, photoshoot." he clears his throat, unable to properly talk now that your body is pressed against his with your adorable eyes looking up at him in shock and embarrassment, "I-I'll use my phone."

[mamadoe]

👢 Showbird - Chapter 1

Summary || When Akira moved to Fukuoka to pursue her dancing career, life was easy. However, when her father has an unexpected health crisis, she needs consistent work in the worst way to help support her parents back in her hometown. A day job lined up at one of the Hero Agencies promises good pay for the time being, but she didn't expect not only to meet but get to know the Pro Hero the agency is named after.

Follow Akira's perspective with some of Keigo Takami's sprinkled in.

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Also on AO3 Pairing || Keigo Takami (age 22 at start)/Akira (Fem OC, age 23 at start)

Warning || depiction of hospital stay; discussion of medical care; dancing for entertainment; brief depiction of sex work

WC || 5006

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No one wants to find themselves sitting in a hero agency’s lobby. How many people have found themselves sitting in the very chair Akira finds herself seated in, their tears dripping off snot-covered noses and soaking into the upholstery? How many people angrily threw chairs when they received the worst news of their lives or collapsed on the tiles in insurmountable and inconsolable grief? Circumstances leading up to being in these seats awaiting representation from an agency are always painful, traumatizing, and devastating beyond belief. However, that’s not why she’s here. On the contrary, butterflies of anticipation have knocked loose the cobwebs in her chest as she waits for her HR rep to invite her back to get her badge on her first day.

Akira needs consistent, stable work in the worst way. Sure, she absolutely loves living in Fukuoka. Performing at the dance hall fuels her passion for movement, expression, and dance, to channel a deeper energy and commune with an audience, with her patrons. But even she understood that this time of year isn’t consistent, and life here is expensive, considering she used to live in a small town with her parents a couple hours’ train ride outside the city. Let alone, her parents don’t know the type of dancing she is doing, and she doesn’t want them to know. To them, she is a contemporary performing artist, but to the world? She lays herself bare, pulling on the strings of desire, feeding a deep hunger of needing to please while making her audience practically drool over her. Even then, she barely makes enough to get by on her own, which she is fine with, but circumstances have changed.

Needless to say, when her mother called a couple of weeks ago, it was a surprise. Akira was standing in the middle of the stuffy dressing room she called her second home surrounded by women in various stages of undress when the words she never thought she’d hear fell from her mother’s quivering lips - her father was in the hospital. Akira was stunned speechless, the feeling of static washed through her body in waves, disconnecting her from the reality of the chatty atmosphere in the changing room in the back of the dance hall. Her father has always been so healthy, strong, and capable, supporting her and her mother. How could the man she has seen as a pillar of strength be in the hospital? She didn’t give it a second thought before tugging her clothes back on, biting back the uncertain tears.

In a mad dash to catch the afternoon train, she skipped her impending performance. The ride was slow as the dread lingered thick in the air, as the train snaked out of the city into the countryside. By the time she arrived, her tearful mother was standing on the train platform, kneading her hands anxiously. It hadn’t been long since Akira had last visited, but already under the harsh lights on the train platform, she could make out a few new strands of gray shining bright against her mother’s otherwise dark hair. Together they went to the local hospital.

When her eyes fell on her father’s frame in the hospital bed, she couldn't quite place the feelings that stirred within her. He looked surreal, uncanny even. He looked healthy, but the tubes, wires, and tape keeping everything attached begged to differ. He was barely coherent, the left side of his face drooping slightly, as the doctors confessed they were still running tests to pinpoint the cause of his stroke. However, Akira could only focus on the sounds of his sterile hospital room. The whirring and beeping of the machines. Her mother’s soft whimpers and gentle affirmations as she leaned down to kiss the crown of his curly hair. Her mother’s light touch as she comforted her father with her delicate hands on his arms and face, her soft skin catching on the light stubble on his chin. The doctor finally pulled Akira into the hall to give her an idea of his long road to recovery, if he survived the initial aftermath. The doctor’s words were gentle yet firm, but as Akira stood in the doorway, her focus drifted back into the hospital room. The sight of her small-framed mother doting over her father pulled at her heart in the most painful way, and she couldn’t help but feel some sort of guilt for moving so far away, for not being here immediately when her mother needed her most. This blindsided everyone.

She ended up walking her mother home, offered to stay with her overnight even, but she dismissed her, sending Akira on her way. She needed time to herself to process, which is fair. The entire trip back to Fukuoka passed quickly as she was lost in the swirling hurricane in her head, but once Akira had stepped within the threshold of her own simply-furnished apartment, she needed relief. The sake bottle was to her lips, and she drank herself to the point of nearly blacking out on the living room floor.

When the morning light bled through the open blinds, her hangover panged behind her eyes, which slowly bled up across her temples. She didn’t let the pain stop her, though. As best she could, she sprang into action, sifting through job listings for anything she felt was worth the time and in her skill set. In the end, she sent off dozens of applications in hopes at least one would return with good news. Her mother hadn’t worked in years, and her father was still working, supporting them both. She needed to find a way, any way, to help her parents. And while she did dance, she couldn’t pull herself to consider anything seedier in nature. God, if her parents found out she would sell herself for them, their disappointment would kill her. No, she stayed stern and plugged away with the listings.

Little did she know, one of the dozens of listings was an undisclosed accounting position, which she later found out was for the reparations department at Hawks Hero Agency. Math wasn’t her strong suit, but upon interviewing, it was made clear that most of her work would involve on-the-job training, and with spring approaching, they needed all hands on deck as soon as possible. She would mostly be looking over insurance claims and assigning budgets for damage repairs caused during hero work. Of course, someone had to pay for all the damages caused by fighting to protect the public. With the help of funding from the agency’s backers, they can help rebuild and support the families of victims in their time of need. It just never dawned on her as a quirkless person that this was how these things were handled.

Waiting has never been her strong suit. It’s giving her time to second-guess herself and every decision she’s made that has led her to this point. She left earlier than necessary since she had to take the train across Fukuoka, which she normally didn’t need to do since the dance hall is only a few short city blocks away from her apartment building, making it easy for her to walk there every day. She didn’t want to risk being late on her first day at her first official office job. In hindsight, she hopes the clothes she picked out the night before are work-appropriate enough - business casual isn’t exactly easy to pull from her wardrobe. It’s a very different presentation than she would normally wear for dancing, when her legs, midsection, and arms are exposed more often than not. God, just the thought of the dance hall makes her heartache. Thankfully the lead at the hall was more than understanding when Akira called the following day after receiving the news, her hangover still weighing down her thoughts. Her lead has always been so patient with her dancers, especially with Akira - she even offered to cut back Akira’s performances to only be on the weekends, but Akira declined. She needs all the time she can get under her belt, no matter the cost. Time? Sleep? It didn’t matter. She would raise the money to support her parents. After pulling away these past few years, getting swept up in her life in the city, she refuses to let them down now.

“Are you Hatori Akira?” A meek voice cuts through her thoughts, and she's back in the lobby, a small blonde woman standing before her clutching a clipboard to her chest.

“Yes, that’s me,” she bows after standing tall as a greeting, holding her winter coat folded over her arm.

“Welcome to Hawks Hero Agency,” she greets her with a smile. “I hope your first commute wasn’t too much trouble.” She turns and leads Akira to a badge-protected door, scanning her own before leading her back.

“Thank you, I’m honored to be here. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad.” Akira’s eyes wander around the brightly-lit lounge area as they pass through - a few people are sitting around on their phones or laptops. The seating looks soft, casual, much more so than the more structured seating in the lobby. The woman introduces herself as Kio and compliments Akira’s outfit, giving her an immediate sense of relief. She almost laughs before telling her that she wasn’t sure what to expect for attire. Kio grins and explains the dress code, which thankfully is more relaxed than she expected, as she leads Akira into the HR department. She needs to fill out some final paperwork, get her badge, and process her computer information before Kio leads her to an elevator. Once the doors slide closed, Kio and Akira stand side by side, almost awkwardly so. Akira can’t help but wonder if she’s new, too. After what feels like an eternity of soft elevator music, the doors slide open to reveal a cubicle-divided open room with large floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall, letting in the morning’s natural light. Again, she’s thankful - she’ll get to see the outside while she’s here. She wasn’t sure how she would handle a room with no windows all day. After dropping her things off at her cubicle, she’s tasked with training with another young, lanky man, Yuri, if she recalls correctly. Surprisingly, her tasks aren’t hard to grasp, but the computer system is completely different than she expected, so it’ll take some time to learn how to use it. After a few hours, it’s time for lunch already, and Yuri leads her back down to the seating area, but where it was once large and open, it’s now so packed that it’s hard to find a place to sit. Akira feels a tightness in her chest and throat. So many people, and so much talking make the once large space feel like a broom closet. She tries to recall the map of the building Kio had given her, but she left it upstairs on her desk. Besides, she doesn’t want to come off as rude, so she resigns herself to sit with Yuri in a couple of spare chairs.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re a natural,” he comments, seeing she’s nervous and trying to help, but the air feels as if it’s thickened with so many bodies crammed into every seat, so it doesn’t help much.

“I- Thank you. It’s a little overwhelming, but I’ll get it in no time,” she gives him a small smile before they eat in silence for a few moments. Yuri gives her hotpot stew a side glance as he scoops his noodles into his mouth. The only thing she really knew how to cook in bulk that would keep in the fridge or freezer for days was her mother’s hotpot recipe, so he’ll be seeing a lot of the same in the future.

“I’m sure, you’re capable,” he returns around his bite of food, hiding his mouth behind his hand. “You’re right on time, too. In about a month, it’ll be super crazy here.”

“Why’s that?” She mirrors his mannerisms automatically and asks around a bite of her food while covering her mouth with a napkin in her hand.

“With winter ending, spring always has an uptick of violent crime. Hawks is going to be gone a lot, our department will be running overtime, and who knows how many people will be coming through for representation.” He says it almost like it’s a fact, not a what-if.

“Huh, so Hawks is here often?” She had seen him on the news, heard of his wins, his victories, the work he’s done in an attempt to cut crime to the point that Pro Heroes aren’t so necessary, but it seems to be a losing battle. Now that she thinks about it, she didn’t assume he would actually work at the agency named after him.

“Oh yeah - well, I mean, as often as he can since he’s no. 2 Pro Hero status, but yeah. You’ll probably see him around now and then.” She nods, considering running into him in the halls.

Pro Heroes are celebrities in most people’s eyes, so she’s only seen a handful in passing in the past few years she’s been in the city, especially since she tends to keep to the outskirts. Hell, one of them showed up to watch one of her performances a couple of years ago, and she can still feel the heat that rose to her cheeks and ears when she made eye contact with him after the brighter lights shining on her stage were dimmed. He was large, fiery, imposing. Anyone could recognize the hulking form that was Endeavor as he sat back in her corner, his intense eyes trailing over her barely-covered body, but with the dance hall’s privacy policy, no one said a word, and he was able to sit back and enjoy her performance, like anyone else. To be honest, being scrutinized under his intense gaze made her feel both incredibly vulnerable but supremely invigorated, empowered. To be able to read his wants painted so clearly on his features, his desire as she moved on her platform gave her the biggest ego boost. Having someone as strong and powerful as a Pro Hero behave as any other of her patrons - breathing slightly labored, eyes darkened with approval and need - it reminded her that heroes are like anyone else in her parlor seats, just people wanting to enjoy the show. It’s too bad about the hall’s no-touch policy; otherwise, if she were to let anyone the pleasure to do so, it would have been him.

“You good?” Yuri’s softened voice pulls her back once more, and she realizes her cheeks must have naturally flushed from her thoughts.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine, sorry. I think I need some air,” she says as she stands with what’s left of her food. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but she has to get out of this room before her embarrassment mounts. Thankfully, he nods in understanding.

“Hey, there is a terrace on the roof. With it being cold, there probably isn’t anyone up there, if you need a moment to yourself. I know the first-day jitters are rough.” Akira grabs onto that like a lifeline, giving him a more genuine smile and nodding her head in a small bow of thanks before she heads for the elevator. She doesn’t even stop on her floor to grab her coat on the way up. When the elevator doors open, she’s met with a semi-darkened concrete hall, lit only with a lone light over the elevator. The hall leads to some stairs, and by the time she reaches the top and pushes the roof’s door open, she can already feel the frost-chill air doing its work on her tension. It sweeps into her lungs like she’s coming up for breath for the first time. For a moment, she just stands in the sun, face upturned to the sky, letting the air cleanse her mind, body, and soul. Her glasses have fogged up from the sudden change of temperature, but she barely acknowledges it as she tilts her head to glance over her frames. Yuri was right - no one is up on the terrace, the seating open in the center of the roof. With a sudden whip of the wind, it cuts through her dress shirt, cardigan, and slacks, but she doesn’t care. Even though the tops of her feet are exposed around the opening of her flats, she finds herself rooted where she stands. The cold grounds her and settles her whirling mind in an instant. After a few long moments, she finally moves to sink into one of the iron patio chairs and dives into the rest of her food, pulling her phone from her back pocket to mindlessly scroll and keep track of the time. As her lunch break winds down and the cold finally starts to sink into her bones, she gathers her now-empty food container back into her lunch bag and her phone into her back pocket. However, just as she’s about to get up and return to the beckoning warmth of the building, another gust of a sharp, cold wind embraces her and a soft thud draws her attention.

With a quick turn in her chair, she’s met with a blur of red feathers, tan buckskin, and gold locks before her eyes focus on Hawks standing just yards away. For a brief moment, his feathers are so close to her face, she can nearly feel them, or maybe it’s just how the wind moves around their tips. His wings are still extended from flight as he pushes his blinder back to hold his windswept hair out from his face and then combs the back down of his hair with his fingers as his crimson wings tuck against his back. He takes a couple of steps toward the door before he realizes she’s there, giving him pause as he shifts on his feet to look at her better over his jacket’s high collar that partially covers the lower half of his face, protecting his neck from the cold. He takes off his headphones, letting them settle around his neck. His golden brown eyes barely narrow on her sitting form for a moment before he dazzles her with a grin.

“Well, hi there. What are you doing up here? Aren’t you cold?” He chimes as he makes note of the lack of a coat despite the cold day. Her cheeks and ears are flushed from exposure, and even her knuckles appear reddened and sore as they hold the strap of her bag. Her dark, curly hair is windswept making it wild and untamed.

When she stands and tries to speak, she finds her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She reminds herself he is just a man, right? She can’t lie that his sudden appearance caught her off guard and blew her completely out of her element. It’s one thing to be dancing several yards away from a hero with his undivided attention and another completely to be standing before one who’s speaking directly to her.

His grin settles into a small smirk at her obvious nervousness, but he waits for her response, giving her a considerate head tilt, much like a bird. Obviously, based on the like-new badge hanging on her hip, she works in his building but hasn’t been there long, so he doesn’t intend to make her nervous. She tried to ignore how being stuck under his prying eyes makes her belly do flips. When she finally takes a deep breath, she shivers as another gust of wind pushes at her back and cuts through the thin fabric of her slacks.

“I- Um, sorry, I was just on my lunch break. The main area was so packed, I just needed a moment alone. Am… Am I not supposed to be up here?” she barely finds her voice and hopes the wind carries it. Thankfully, his smirk slides back into a smile and his piercing gaze softens, confirming he heard her, and he gestures for her to follow as he continues to step backward toward the door.

“Of course, you can! I just wasn’t expecting anyone up here since, well, it’s freezing,” he laughs lightly as she quickens her pace to catch up to him, and he opens the door wider for her to enter first, earning a quick, shy nod of thanks, before he steps in after her. “This is just the quickest way for me, ya know? Less likely to run into people needing things.” She bobs her head once in a nod as she takes the first few steps down into the darkened hall, but stops once her glasses fog up again when the warmth of the hallway greets her. However, it’s not like that matters much. Her eyes aren’t used to the dark now that she’s been in the light of the sun for a while, so the once dimly-lit hall appears completely dark to her, but Hawks appears completely unphased. Once he gets the door to latch behind them and they are cast into darkness, it only takes a moment for his hand to ever so gently ghost over her shoulder to guide her down the rest of the steps. She can’t help but flinch under his touch, even if it’s barely there, but she is keenly aware of how he makes sure to follow a step or two behind her to give her space.

Akira hasn’t been touched outside of the context of work or family in literal years. Sure, when she first started at the dance hall, it wasn’t uncommon for her to take the chance of bringing one of her partners home now and then, but she quickly learned that work and private relationships needed to stay separate to keep her sanity. With most of her evenings gone, she didn’t feel the pull to try to connect with others outside of her already small circle. She didn’t realize just how touch-starved she was until this gentle touch elicited such a primal fire within her chest, making her heart race. It’s a completely unexpected feeling - the space within her chest heats as if a fire has just been stoked with kindling, slowly spreading up her neck like a chimney, almost as if her chest is too small to contain it. What’s this feeling, she isn’t sure, but she hopes her companion can’t tell how a simple graze of his fingers over the knit of her cardigan has triggered such an unfamiliar response within her.

Little does she know, his quick eyes see everything - the way her neck and ears have turned a richer red than when they were outside, her shoulder tensing under his fingertips, even the slightest shiver that races down her back. At first, he dismisses it as a natural reaction to being so close to a hero or maybe she is just shy, but upon being confined in the small hallway, he catches the most subtle shift in her scent. No one else would notice unless they had a quirk. He can’t place it exactly, but any shift in things like that usually points to a need. Even though they just met, she’s already a little bird under his fingers, and he can’t resist the slight coy smirk that pulls the corner of his lip up.

She lets him guide her down the rest of the stairs until they’re standing under the soft glow of the light above the elevator, and he finally lets his fingers drift off her shoulder as she goes to push the down button for them. He doesn’t miss how she shuffles to put some distance between them, so he idles, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets as they wait. His gaze falls on her face once more when she finally gives him a sideways glance. Even in the dim light, the flush of her skin is prominent. It doesn’t take his heightened senses to see it. Now on even footing and not so caught off guard, Akira takes him in properly and notices they are about the same height, so he doesn’t come off as intimidating as before, but he makes up for it with how his honeyed eyes bore holes into her face.

“What’s your name, little bird?” He asks as he tucks his chin under the collar of his jacket once more. She recognizes the nickname as a variant of what he calls his fans. She has trouble maintaining eye contact but does her best to not falter.

“Hatori Akira, sir,” she gives a respectful bow to make up for their informal rooftop meeting. “Today is my first day in the reparations department.”

“Ah, I see.” As if a switch flips, his demeanor relaxes and his gaze softens when she returns his gaze, an apology written in the fine line that has appeared on his forehead, only visible because of the poor lighting. “Yeah, I know they wanted to be better prepared this year after last year’s nightmare of a season. Hopefully, it won’t be nearly as rough this year, though. Kind of the point of heroes, ya know?” His subdued voice surprises her. The Hawks on TV is boisterous, fun, confident even. Seeing him so much more down to earth affirms he’s just like any other man, so she takes a deep breath and nods, letting some of her nerves go on her exhale.

“Right, I had heard last year wasn’t a good year. I hope I can be of some help. To be honest, I’ve… I’ve never done this work before, but I need this job. More than I’d like to admit.” She pauses, twiddling with the strap of her bag, listening to the elevator’s whirring as it approaches. She can feel his eyes still on her when she realizes she is rambling, so she casts him a meek smile. “I’m glad to have the opportunity.” He smiles in return, and in the dim light, she’s unsure if she imagines his eyes sliding from her eyes to her smile and back up to her eyes without pause before the doors open.

“Of course,” he says passively as he grins and steps into the elevator with her, pressing one of the upper-level numbers and then the reparation department’s number. “You’ll do just fine, kid. Just don’t think about it too much. Sometimes that work is really hard on ya.” He casts her a side-eye. “If you haven’t seen that already, I know it’s your first day.” Akira gives an automatic nod.

“I understand. It’s… a lot to process so quickly. But I’ll be okay, I’ve always been a fast learner,” she returns his grin with a smile. “Best of luck with your work. Stay safe out there.” Hawks raises a brow in surprise, his grin sliding into a smirk again before the elevator doors open to his floor.

“Ha, no need to worry about me, little bird. Just keep your head down, and you’ll be just fine. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He claps his hand on her shoulder lightly with a small squeeze before stepping out and turning back to her. She can’t help but hold his gaze as he smirks and waves until the doors glide close. Once in the privacy of the elevator alone, she nearly falls back against the back wall.

What was that?! Who am I, a teenager swooning for a superhero? She rubs the palm of her hands into her eye sockets before holding her face as if to wipe away the blush from her features. She never imagined she would run into Hawks like that, let alone on her first day when she was alone. Maybe they would meet in passing during a conference or she would catch a glance of him across the office. Her heart is pounding hard against her ribs as she approaches her floor. In an almost panic, she takes a deep breath to steady herself and schools expression into composure as best she can before the doors open. There is no time to linger on thoughts of what just happened as she steps from the elevator, leaving her bag in her cubicle and taking a moment to tame her windswept hair before going to train with Yuri. However, she guesses the deep flush of her skin isn’t under control when his eyebrows shoot up as she takes a seat.

“Wow, you okay? It’s cold up there, right?”

“Huh? Oh, right,” she bites her lip for a moment, wondering if she should tell him what happened. “Hawks arrived while I was on the roof.”

“What?!” He gasps a little too loud for her liking, earning a shoosh from her. “Are you serious? Huh, lucky, he’s always so busy.” He scoffs under his breath, and for a moment she wonders if he’s jealous, but it’s quickly pushed aside to continue her training for the day. Throughout the rest of the afternoon, he randomly pauses and asks her about what he said, what he did, what they talked about. She obliges, but by the end of the shift, she has forgotten about their meeting in favor of planning out her evening. While she is beyond ready to go home, she knows that’s not an option. No one is going to make her problems disappear.

After clocking out for the first time, she steps out onto the street in the chilly late afternoon air. The wind is still whistling between the buildings, so she pulls the collar of her coat higher around her neck. She’s not sure how she’s going to manage the coming weeks of a day job and performing at night, but she will figure it out like she always did. But first, all she can think about is filling up on a warm meal to chase away the chill that’s already begun settling into her bones as she walks to the train station on her way to the dance hall.

~~~ Next Chapter

[iidapropagandist]

if hawks slowly started falling for his quirkless pr manager

Part 2

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Headcanon that you tease Keigo by acting like a fan, like you’ll walk in the door and be like

You: “OH MY GOD IS THAT #2 WINGED HERO HAWKS?!?! ”

Keigo: “Oh my gosh not this again.”

You: “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HAWKS IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN HAVE MY BABIES YOUR SO HOT!!”

And u do it so randomly too he loves it, since he gets a ton of hugs and kisses ofc 🫶

[metranart]

Acting like a bird in heat, Hawks ends up fulfilling his mating cycles with you… but now that his mind isn’t a pool of hormones… why does he keep looking for you?

Hawks x Student! Reader (Part 1)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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The last time you saw him, your fingers dripped in his milky and creamy essence, his cheeks were bright red, and foggy as the feather adorning his back, and his voice held an elusive pant as if trying to catch his breath, along with his actions. Self-consciousness, the new mask for him to wear as he disentangled your hand from his now flaccid cock, almost caringly, half-lidded golden orbs shinning in its post-delirium bliss yet hiding a regretful truth. How the fuck did this happened? And why the hell did he allowed it? What was that new confusing feeling inside his chest?Takami Keigo knew what it was, but had never had such a close encounter with it in his whole life. 

Shame. 

No man, no citizen, no hero... –shall call himself trustworthy, after what he did. After the kind of thoughts that now circled his brain...agh! and he called himself the Number two hero. What a farse.

A steady hand passed through his golden locks, disheveled strands restricting the smooth motion, as he heavily sighed. 

I need a bath, thought mildly annoyed. Maybe that would serve him to clear his mind and untangle the treacherous feeling threatening to drive him insane, a cold shower would serve the purpose of cooling the deep mortification, he was experiencing. Fresh summer wind ruffled the papers scattered on top of his desk and at the same time, refreshed his blushing skin. The memory of his recent untactful sin, raving his brain like a horde of savages attacking a peaceful village. Damn his luck. Damn his choice of actions and must of all, damned the day, he saved you. Hawks could still remember so many details, little yet so endearing details about you. When arrived at the scene never thought for a minute, would become involved in such colorful acts.

Everything went peachy during the rescue; Endeavor handled the Villain with upmost care while incinerating his head right away from his body. Tactful, the winged hero recalled to think quite amused, it would have been a scarring scene, if not were for the villain being a Nomus. Yet, he couldn’t avoid but to think, there still were so many more options to reach the same end. His job in this particular scene was easy, to say the least. Save the hostage. A sweet, scared and highly ordinary young girl who found herself trapped in the crossed fire. UA uniform hugging your figure, as the Nomus paraded itself around you like a bee setting his sting to hurt. There was little time to act, and the moment the flames exploded from the Number one hero, Hawks saw his window open to save the deceptive young girl. Flying through hell fire landed with a soft thud in front of you, displaying his wings to envelop you in a cocoon of feathers, the red flames licking his crimson wings while shielding you from harm.

His gloved hands went straight to your waist in a studied motion, at the same time his gaze fixed in yours asking for permission to touch you, you almost threw yourself at him like a trembling leaf who seek shelter from the chaotic winds. The winged hero was quick enough to pull you into his welcome arms and fly up, taking you both from the ground just in time. The scorching heat caressed his flying form before both were out of reach. The crowd around the sinister cheered the incineration of the villain, and a swift smirk kidnapped the blonde’s lips in a sassy gest.

He knew he have it in him, Endeavor just needed a few notches in the right direction. All those musings were curtly interrupted as his eyes focused on the civilian resting in his arms, your round eyes caught him off guard, nevertheless, was quick to smile and reassure your questioning stare. You seemed in shock, probable still were. These nasty things never left a sweet taste behind. Flying you to the safety of the ground, landed near the scene, but far away to gift you with some privacy to compose. Hawks gently unwrapped you from his chest and placed a comforting hand over your hunched shoulders, reassuring smile always present in his welcome expression. "It´s ok, you are safe now." His palm gently squeezed your shoulder, thumb doing comforting circle motions over the fabric of the uniform. "Breath, in and out, you'll see how you feel better in matter of seconds–" You managed to quirk the edge of your lip up, and your frame stopped shaking, the tremors slowly disappearing the more oxygen you gulped. "Atta girl" The hero cheered, lowly. "In and out, you’re almost a pro." His good-hearted joke reaped the fruits as a melodic giggle escaped out of you, and your tense frame seemed to relax. "T-thank you, Hawks" you timidly stammered, eyes glued to your fidgeting fingers interlacing each other, nervously.

Looking up from your hands met his gleeful stare, and your cheeks gained a dust of pink. Your lips opened and closed as if wanted to say something but didn’t dare to. Hawks pretended no to notice, to save you the embarrassment. 

He was used to have this effect over the female population, every woman in town was one smirk away from his warm bed, but the young hero had grown tired of those kinds of relationships. When you can have all, you can eat, eventually the buffet seemed less attractive, almost boring.

He liked sex, holly shit, he fucking did! as much as the next guy would. But he needed a challenge –   actually wasn’t sure what he needed, but something inside him was unsatisfied and restless, continuingly poking at the back of his mind.

“Don’t mention it, cutie.” The hero said simply and looking around, realized that your home shouldn't be far away.

“If you want, I can take you to your house" he suggested, in a carefree and friendly tone, "flying everything is closer." Cheerfully, added.

Taking a moment to think, nibble your lower lip a bit but you ended up accepting. His amber glasses shone under the rays of the sun and without preamble, he offered you his arms which you nervously climb for him to leave the safety of the ground and surf the sky, again.

"Are you comfortable?” Keigo asked, feeling your body a little tense among his arms, being carried bride style across the sky would definitely woo any girl, nevertheless, you seem more uncomfortable than anything else. 

“M´Ok.” you said, curtly, and hawks, merely nodded. “By the way, are we heading in the right direction?"

A blush swept across your cheeks at the realization of what he just stated, and timidly squeezing his arm to feel more secure, you glanced down and before you could tell him exactly where your house was, you noticed something coating your fingers.

“You are hurt!” You half-yelled worried, looking at your blood covered hand, and then, at his wounds. You had not noticed it because he had not said anything, nor had he complained, but his arm was burned and one of his wings was semi-scorched. To which the young hero, just shrugged his shoulders, not giving it much importance.

"Comes with the territory." He openly joked, but your eyebrows continued to frown. "It's not serious, a few of Endevour´s flames got me... nothing that won't heal in a few days." He encouraged you, but you weren't able to shake the feeling of guilt.

You had been training hard to become a hero, and just when it was time to prove yourself, you froze.

It was so, so embarrassing that Todoroki's father had to save you, that you refused to go back to the dormitory you shared with your class A classmates. Surely, they would be worried, not to mention, you had already ghosted, a few text messages from Professor Aizawa asking if you were okay. But you just kept feeling like you let everyone down. That was why you preferred to go home and cry your eyes out in the solitude of your bedroom, or among your mom’s arms. 

Now, you felt even worse, since Hawks, the number two hero, was injured because of you. Maybe he didn't show it since he was too professional, but that wound was serious and would take more than a few days to heal, not to mention it could get infected.

Ugh! you had to help him, was the least you could do… It was what a true hero would do.

Setting your mind, you decided to use your quirk on him, despite Recovery Girl several warnings. Without a doubt, you could heal him... now the only setback was, not losing control while doing it.

An idea suddenly lights your brain, and catching a glimpse of a well-known hidden alleyway, near your house, you signaled to him that you had arrived.

Hawks landed softly, and let you down, looking around the place. "I'll take you to the door, which one is yours?" The young hero, offered.

“...Is the one on the other side of the alley.” You indicated, signaling a house, close by.

“Oh, fine.” Keigo said, not really understanding why you choose to walk instead of fly straight to your house, but he let it pass. “Lead the way, then.”

Both entered the alley which was being embraced by thin shadows and before you reached the other side, you turned around and looking at Hawks with embarrassment, you fidgeted with your fingers for a moment. Surprise morphed Keigo´s features comically when out of all the requests in the world, you suddenly asked. 

“May-may I give you a kiss?” You asked, timidly and noticing his bemused expression, corrected. “...As a way of thanking you.... for saving me....”

Your timid request took him by surprise momentarily, but soon his features regain his cool, and was quick to nod to then leant down. A kiss on the cheek, Keigo thought it to be innocent enough, not a usual request, nevertheless, a simple one. If this put you to rest, he'll humor you. Keigo was cocking his head for you to place your sweet lips.... it's now or never, you breathed deeply.... if you were going to use your quirk, now was the moment.

Two slender hands perched in each side of the Hero´s face and in a firm, straight movement, you cocked his face in your direction, surprise registered in his face, and his golden orbs popped open at the feeling of your lips locking with his.    

COMING SOON PART 2....

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[reticent-writer]

bnha oc/reader drabble:

she is aizawa's daughter

age 20

quirk- Confusion she can take away people's quirk while also giving them hallucinations and the longer she uses it the worse the headache

She's a viglantee and a TA at UA

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Backstory in a nutshell -

Aizawa was young when he had you and your mother kept him from you

Unfortunately for you, she turned out to be a villain and used you to steal and get away with crimes

The hero commission caught onto her and offered hero everything she would ever want/need if she sold you to them

she did and never told Aizawa

The commission worked you to the bone and thats when you met hawks

The commission thought it would be a good idea if they paired the 2 of you

You became friends quick and your bond only strengthened with each year

it was clear that he was going to be in the spotlight while you did most of the dirty work

Your quirk wasn't as flashy as his but it got the job done and that's what the commission needed

that was until a mission when you were stuck in a building with a bomb, you were stuck and hawks couldn't get to you

the bomb went off and the secret of the hero commission along with it

Aizawa found out about everything your mother put you through and put her in jail while also caring for you in and out of the hospital (hawks also comes to visit you almost everyday)

The public now knew about you but the commission wrote it off as you wanted to stay out of the public eye

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I do plan on expanding on this

requests are OPEN

[doodling-panda]

did u know i love him ?