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mysicklove · 6 months
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𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋
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DAY 12: SOUNDING
With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout
A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL
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Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.
But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.
No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.
But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.
So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.
Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.
“You're scared, aren't ya?”
He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”
As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.
Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.
“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”
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Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.
He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”
He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”
You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”
“Dont–Dont know if I can.”
You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”
Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.
“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.
He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.
Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.
You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.
And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”
He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”
You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.
He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.
“What does it feel like, Birdie?”
He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”
You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.
The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”
His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”
You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”
“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.
His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.
You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.
You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.
You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.
“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.
He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”
You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”
But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”
You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.
Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.
You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.
“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.
“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.
A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.
White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.
You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.
A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.
It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.
“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.
You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”
When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.
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lvoryingrid · 2 months
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Spring
Hawks x fem!Reader
Synopsis: As spring awakens, Keigo feels a primal call within. With his loving girlfriend, (Y/n), by his side, they journey into the wilderness, where nature's forces and Hawks' untamed instincts collide.
Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica, breeding kink
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The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers as spring enveloped the world in a blanket of warmth. The first light of spring peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The melodious symphony of birdsongs filled the air, creating a harmonious backdrop to the awakening day. Amid this serene morning, Keigo, found himself roused from his slumber with an unusual unease settling within him. His crimson wings twitched restlessly as primal instincts surged through him, awakening a side of him that he couldn't quite comprehend.
Beside him, (Y/n) lay peacefully asleep, bathed in the morning sunlight that enhanced her already beautiful face. Keigo couldn't help but admire her serenity, the contrast to the turmoil that raged within him. He gently brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from her face, his touch tender yet tinged with a strange urgency.
Keigo couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air seemed charged with an energy he couldn't quite place, and all his senses were on edge. As he glanced down at his crimson wings, now twitching almost violently against his will, he knew that whatever was happening, was beyond his control.
A sudden heat spread through his body, starting at his chest and radiating outward. His heart raced, and his breath came quick and shallow. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, driving him to act on impulses he didn't understand. He looked down at (Y/n) again, her soft skin now flushed with color, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own.
Soft breaths left her parted lips and her face was colored by the warm rays of the sun. The way the covers loomed over her body had him gulp at the sight. She looked so vulnerable, ready to be devoured by him and him only.
Keigo felt a powerful urge to claim her, to mate with her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. With a growl that seemed to come from deep within him, he rolled over, pinning her beneath his figure. His wings spread wide, blocking out most of the light, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze. He leaned in, warm lips leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed neck.
"Keigo…" she whispered, her eyes slowly opening, noticing the sharp look in his golden eyes. Keigo froze, every muscle in his body tensing. The sound of her voice, so soft and sweet, filled his ears, making his heart race. His eyes, already fixed on her face, widened in surprise. She was awake.
He didn't answer, couldn't answer. All he could do was feel. He lowered his head, pressing again his lips against her neck, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating, driving him further out of control.
The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over her features, making her look even more radiant than usual. Her (h/c) hair was a tangled mess around her, her cheeks flushed with sleep. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before resting her palms against his feathers.
The contact sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Her touch felt so good, so right. His instincts screamed at him, begged him to breed her, to claim her as his own. He could feel his body growing hotter by the second, his desire for her becoming almost unbearable.
With a smile, she slowly traced her fingertips from his tense feathers to his shoulder blades as she asked "Isn't it a bit early for this?" Carefully, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Early?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desire. "Is it too early?"
She giggled, her breath tickling his feathers. "Well, it's not like we have anywhere to be today," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued to nuzzle her. "And I must admit, I like the idea of starting the day with some…morning cuddles." Her hand trailed down his back.
As he roughly yanked the thin fabric from her body, her breath caught in her throat, her nipples hardening into tight buds. The air around them seemed to crackle with desire, and Keigo could feel his control slipping further away with every passing moment. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, rolling it between his tongue and teeth.
Heat radiated from his body, and she felt his erection pressing against her hip. Her own desire, buried deep beneath her exhaustion, flared to life at his touch. She arched her back further, pressing her breasts against his mouth as he growled in pleasure.
Keigo leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across her face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing his fingers along her collarbone. "I need you." He kissed her softly, his lips warm and demanding. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly against his.
His wings spread wider, casting the room into deeper shadow, as if nature itself was conspiring to hide their forbidden act. He pressed closer still, his erection aching with need, and guided himself between her legs. Dark crimson panties covering her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he could feel her hips begin to move against him in time with his touch. His other hand moved lower, caressing her stomach, teasing the thin fabric of her panties before finally sliding underneath to stroke her folds. She was wet and ready for him, and he groaned into her ear as he felt her body tremble beneath his touch.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and pulled her legs over his hips so that she straddled him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes clouded with desire. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through him. His crimson wings spread wide, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze, and he could feel the power surging through him, urging him on.
Keigo reached up, cupping her face with one hand, the other lay on her hip, he gazed into her (e/c) eyes as he thrust upward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching as she met his movements with her own, as both hands griped her hips bringing her closer, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Their skin slid against each other, slick with sweat and desire, and the air around them seemed to crackle with the force of their passion.
She was perfectly aligned, her wet heat encircling his cock, her breasts pressed against his chest. He arched his back, thrusting harder into her, his wings spreading wider to envelop them both in a cocoon of feathers and heat.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as she urged him on, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their hips moved in perfect rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust and need. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sweet song of the morning birds.
As their lovemaking intensified, Keigo could feel his body giving in to the primal urges that had taken hold of him. He lost track of time, consumed by the pleasure that (Y/n) was giving him. Her soft gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their passionate entwining.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want it to end. And with one final thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside of her. His breath hitched as he felt her body tremble beneath him, signaling her own release.
Finally, his movements grew slower, softer, and he pressed his lips to her neck, whispering her name in a hoarse, ragged voice. She could feel his seed slowly leaking from her body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was with him and that they had shared this moment, this connection.
(Y/n) collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies still joined together. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, their breaths mingling in the air. It took several long moments for him to regain control of his senses, and when he did, he was filled with a strange mixture of guilt and desire.
"Are you…okay?" he managed to ask, his voice still ragged from their passion. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and it was a comfort he didn't want to let go of just yet.
She giggled, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm…fine," she replied, sounding a bit breathless. "It's just…you were so…rough." Her fingers traced gentle circles on his back, soothing the marks her nails had left behind. "I didn't expect you to be so…possessive."
Keigo chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "I couldn't help it," he confessed, nuzzling her neck. "You're just so…irresistible." He kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her skin on his lips.
He kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his. As they continued to cuddle, the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a warm glow across the room, making it feel as if spring truly had returned.
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thehusbandoden · 8 months
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You Flinch During an Argument -Hawks
My confidence for this series is like at a 2 outta 10 but I can't really take it back now sooo ig I'll just continue to write. I hope someone's enjoying it </3
Hurt to Comfort | 1,097 words
Warnings!: Mentions of arguing, flinching, mention of someone beating up on themselves (Hawks), Hawks' name used. Let me know if I miss any <3
Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi
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His heart will stop as soon as he sees you recoiling from him.
He was planning on simply taking your hand to ground you both.
He'll softly ask if you're okay and what you need from him.
You need him to leave you alone? Sure thing, he'll be busy cussing himself out in the kitchen- doing those stupid dishes the argument started.
Want comfort? Don't worry, he'll hold you for hours upon hours, accomanying each peck with a soft apology.
He'll get very upset with himself and will be very reserved and somewhat cold for the next week or so.
He keeps thinking back to that one movement from you.
And no matter what he was planning on doing and how you said that you knew he wasn't going to hurt you, he can't get the idea that you flinched because of him out of his head.
You finally have enough when he leaves for a mission and only gives you a peck on the lips, no extra cuddles, kisses, hugs, compliments, or tickle fights the entire week he was preparing to leave.
Right as he was saying his goodbye his eyes were as cold as ever, holding no liveliness in the honey depths.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" You pout, crossing your arms across your chest.
And that was quite normal for the two of you.
He would chuckle and swoop you in his winged embrace, kissing your lips before inhaling the scent of your shampoo, kissing your forehead as he did so. "I love you, and I miss you already", "You're so goregous.. don't find someone better when I'm gone, mkay?", "I cannot wait to see your smiling face when I get back" were some of the things he would whisper to you as he hugged you, mentally bracing himself for the long week or more that he would be apart from you.
But now? All he did was glance around before giving you a negative response, informing you he had everything.
"A-aren't you going to kiss me?" You ask, emotions getting the best of you.
He then came and gave you a small, fleeting peck to the lips before heading out with another hushed 'goodbye'.
You then labored to figure out how to help him for the next three weeks, until he finally came home to you.
As Keigo's hand made its way towards you you recoiled back out of instinct, not fear. You would never fear your Keigo.
But did he know that?
Terror consumed Keigo as soon as he saw you flinch.. were you.. scared of him?
His heart beat faster against his chest as sweat protruded from his body... you were scared of him... he scared you.
Forcing himself to get a grip and focus on you, Keigo weakly asked, "Y-y/n... did you think I was going to hit you?"
You immedietly shook your head no, and made your way to him, one hand on his cheek. "No baby, I know you would never hit me. I don't know why I flinched, I guess it was just instinct. I'm not scared of you."
"O-oh.. well do you want me to leave you alone or.."
"I would love it if you would cuddle me. We can talk more later, right now we both just need one another." At that, Keigo nodded before making his way towards your shared bedroom, holding your hand in his trembling one.
Since then, Keigo has been a wreck.
He doesn't eat properly, he doesn't sleep properly, and he's not his usual chipper self. He's a lot more cold towards you, sitting on the other side of the living room instead of right next you, he does the dishes, laundry, vaccuming, and any other kind of chore you can think of without playfully bantering with you like usual, he avoids starting arguments, always just agreeing to whatever you were saying, and he hardly touches you.
If you want a kiss before he goes to work, you need to ask for one, and then you'll get a small peck on the lips, and sometimes just your forehead.
You want cuddles after having a nightmare? You're going to have to deal with you clinging onto him for comfort while he awkwardly rubs your shoulders.
He's miserable, punishing himself for a simple reaction from you.
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"I'm leaving y/n." Keigo called, picking up his bags and suitcase, entirely ready to leave.
"Wait! Wait!" You exclaim, dashing into the enterance way. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"I have everything needed for the trip." Keigo muttered, honey eyes cold.
As Keigo turned to leave your emotions went out of whack, Keigo is really messed up if he won't kiss you before a three week mission.
"C-can I get a kiss?" You ask quietly, emotions ready to leak any minute.
Keigo just walked towards you, pecking your lips once, before walking out of the door with a quick "goodbye".
As soon as the door closed you fell onto your knees, overcome with emotions. Your Keigo was truly broken. He hadn't even said 'I love you'.
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Three weeks later Keigo came home, and you had a plan in mind. You would simply sit him down and have a talk with him, ask him what's bothering him, get him to talk, comfort him, and then reassure him. Then, things would be back to normal.
But that bird just had to ruin all of your hardwork.
As soon as Keigo stepped through the door he jumped on top of you, dropping the two of you onto the livingroom floor.
"K-Keigo?"
"Oh y/n I am so so sorry! I was so focussed on my worry about you that they sent me home and then I decided to go take a vacation and clear my head- and I realized how cold I've been to you! I didn't even give you a kiss- or, or say I love you- y/n I am so very very sorry." Keigo exclaimed, burying his face into your chest pitifully.
"Oh baby what changed? I was going to sit you down and make you talk it out unil you were normal again."
"I thought about it over and over again- and I realized that you're not acting scared of me. If you were you would be quiet and would want to stay away from me and not start those silly arguments you keep tryin' to pull." Keigo pouted, pecking your lips once he was done talking.
"Keigo.. you still haven't said it."
"Said wha- oh I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!~"
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urfavslav · 2 months
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keigo doesn't like storms at all. one time he went on patrol and his wing almost got caught with a thunderbolt, the heat of the thing searing into his mind and burnt feathers that shed eventually. whenever he's home the night of a storm he insists on holding you, no matter what ur doing , wings curled around you so intensely that the fluff of his feathers tickles. it seems that he's protecting you, but it's more a comfort to his nerves, grounding his senses. he likes to count the lightning strikes and how far away they are too
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hawksredfeather · 6 months
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Sadist!Hawks Headcanons
▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST
▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Having sex with Hawks, but he's a sadist asshole
▸▸▸ DETAILS : fem!reader, degradation, sadist!hawks, masochist!reader
▸▸▸ WARNINGS : ROUGH smut
▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: requests open
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─ ✧ Sadist!Hawks who takes pleasure in hurting you physically and degrading you to your heart's content. He gets to save people all the time, why wouldn't the hero be allowed to hurt someone?
─ ✧ Likes to restrain you with anything he can find, and doesn't care if it's uncomfortable or too tight.
─ ✧ Mocks you during intercourse, imitates your moans and whines only to laugh in your face.
─ ✧ "You sound so fucking stupid," he chuckles demeaningly, "shut the fuck up." Knowing he can't get enough of them.
─ ✧ Actually slaps you. Whether it's your face, your tiny little pussy, or your ass, he loves to lay his hands on you until you cry, but never beg him to stop.
─ ✧ LOVES to embarrass you by either making you degrade yourself with words or actions, only for him to say "Oh my god you actually did it?! I was joking!" while laughing.
─ ✧ Will never admit that he likes what you did anyway.
─ ✧ Bites. Your neck, your thighs, your soft breasts, or even your clit.
─ ✧ Even though he's more likely to pick hurting you during sex, Hawks adores overstimulating you until you can't feel your own orgasm anymore, everything in pain from the tension.
─ ✧ "What happened to you begging for my cock, slut, hm? Ya don't like it no more?"
─ ✧ Picked the safe word "eagle" but has never heard or used it once having sex with you.
─ ✧ Fantasizes about holding you down on his cock until you're on the brink of passing out during the day.
─ ✧ "C'mon baby. Stop fucking whining and take it like the good girl you are."
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keigospup · 2 years
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Be My Mate
Keigo Takami x Reader
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❧Warnings: Bird-like Hawks, Hawks in rut, Oral (m. receiving), Male Masturbation, Reader is AFAB, Hawks is your boss, Feral Sexy Time
❧ Note: All characters are 21+
❧ Word Count: 3.1k
NSFW Under the Cut
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You had been working at The Number 2 Pro-Hero Hawks’ agency for a few months now, and everyone warned you Spring would be a busy month. They warned you about Keigo’s constant absence and the fact that if he was there, to not go up and speak to him. No one really understood why, but he was constantly irritable. So much so that on the days he did work, he would mainly lock himself in his office to avoid any form of communication from anyone.
Though, you didn’t take their warnings too seriously. You’ve met Keigo a few times since working there, and every interaction had been beyond pleasant. Even interactions you had seen him make with your other co-workers. You honestly didn’t think he had a mean or rude bone in his body.
Your thoughts soon changed as you walked into the building for your shift that morning, however. The tension in the air was thick and practically smacked you in the face as soon as you exited the elevator to your work floor. Everyone was running around, trying to make sure everything was in order. The phones ringing constantly, and soft murmurs of “I’m sorry, he’s not in today” filled your ears as you walked past each cubical on the way to your own. You were absolutely shocked. It seemed everyone was in double-time, paging other heroes and speed running through their excessive amounts of paperwork.
Taking a seat at your desk, you decided to go through your emails first, your inbox seemingly flooded with more emails than usual. You read through them all quickly, starring the more important ones to look back at or reply to later. You had severely underestimated how much work Spring would bring. Cracking your fingers, you began to type furiously, hoping you’d be able to finish everything by the time you got off that day, but it was looking doubtful. Maybe today wasn’t going to go as quickly as you initially thought.
You threw in your earbuds to block out any distracting noise and continued working, picking up your pace as fast as you could, but as the workday began coming to an end, you knew there was no way you would get everything done before 5 PM. You weren’t sure anyone would. Though to your surprise, you were the only one left in the building after hours. Maybe it was your inability to leave unfinished work for the morning, maybe it was an unknown fate.
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Keigo couldn’t believe it was already that time again. He absolutely hated Spring with his entire being. It enabled him useless at work, made him grouchy, and worst of all, made him so incredibly horny at every minute of every hour. It was his rut to blame. His dumb bird instincts. Sighing, he leaned back in his office chair, surveying the surroundings. He managed to sneak in through the back after he figured everyone else had left for the day, hiding in his office. He really did try to make an effort to work during his rut. It made him feel so bad when he knew everyone employed at his agency despised Spring as much as him. Because of him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was to make anyone else more stressed and frenzied. Which is why he snuck in after everyone had left, trying to catch up on the already mountain of emails and papers, one hand stroking his hard cock along the way.
He really couldn’t help himself. If he didn’t do it, his entire body would burn painfully, begging for release after release. It was already too hard to keep his mind focused on his work, his sex-craved mind on hyperdrive. But if he stopped, did his work as normal, it would be too much for him. Too painful and he would not be able to focus on anything else other than the throbbing ache of his cock against his pants.
Letting out a soft groan, he continued to shift through paper after paper, shakily signing his name where it needed to be signed and reading what needed to be read. It didn’t matter too much though, his brain wasn’t fit to retain any information right now.
“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, dropping his pen on the desk. The pace of the hand on his cock grew, his thumb swiping the angry red tip to gather pre-cum as it leaked out, smearing it down his shaft. His head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his lips parted slightly. He could feel arousal flow through his veins even more by the second. Keigo’s hips began bucking upward into his hand, craving more friction than his grip was able to give him. His mind began to wander, wishing he had a mate to ride out the rut with. He’s never experienced it with someone else, always himself either locked inside of his house or in this office.
That’s when his mind began to wander towards thoughts of you. Never in his life as a hero had he ever seen such a beautiful person. Of course, there had only been a few times where you two had spoken to each other. But he always kept a closer eye on you than the rest. Watching you walk from your cubicle to the lunchroom on break, talking with other co-workers, laughing, smiling. He knew it was inappropriate, and it was mainly just a friendly crush that was sure to go away soon. But his rut brain didn’t think so. His rut brain wanted you. Wanted you down on your knees in front of him. Or spread wide for him. His rut brain wondered how you tasted, how you felt, if your moans sounded as musical as your laughs did.
He lost himself in thoughts of you, his moans getting increasingly louder, filling the office room and beyond. His other hand fell between his thighs, cradling and squeezing his balls as he continued to pump his length. He could feel himself getting close, a feeling he had become all too familiar with today.
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You looked up at your computer monitor, noting the time. 6:45. You were almost finished and decided now would be a good time for a bit of a stretch break, having been hunched over your keyboard for nearly 10 hours at this point. As soon as you stood, you stretched your arms up in the air, a satisfying crack going down your spine. You removed the earbuds from your ears, sighing at the silence of the office building. It was definitely strange being here after hours, and you hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble for the overtime.
That’s when you heard a strange noise, almost sounding like a muffled voice. A moan? No, that couldn’t be it. You turned your head, scanning the room. You knew everyone else had left for the day, so what on earth made that noise? Deciding to investigate, you walked outside of your little cubicle and began looking around. Your eyes widened when you noticed Keigo’s office, artificial overhead lighting peeking through the closed door. When had he gotten here? Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked closer to the door, debating on whether to knock or not. The noise had stopped, but you wanted to make sure he was okay.
After some deliberation, a trembling fist slowly made its way to the wooden door, knocking lightly. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, waiting for a response.
“Who is it?” A deep voice called out. It sounded like your boss but almost didn’t. Like his voice was laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
“It’s y/n, sir. Is everything alright?” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke and you cursed yourself for not sounding more confident.
“Yeah, everything’s good. Come in,” he huffed, scooting himself closer to his desk so he could continue stroking himself without you seeing, smearing his previous orgasm down the shaft of his member. He tried to stifle his moans, embarrassed that someone else had been in the building as he was doing this. Not even just someone, but you. He tried to push his thoughts back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you if he didn’t. Hell, who was he playing, he probably still wouldn’t be able to control himself regardless.
You walked in awkwardly, your hand straightening out your black skirt. Did his eyes look different? They seemed a darker yellow than before. He also seemed to be acting a bit different, his general mannerisms seemingly off.
“What are you doing up here so late?” Hawks hummed, trying to keep his arm moment to a minimum. But it was so damn hard. The sight of you. The smell of you. It was already driving him wild. He should’ve never come into the office and instead had the work sent to him at home. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he pounced. Or before you noticed what he was doing under the desk.
“Oh! I wanted to finish out the rest of my work for today. Didn’t want to leave it for the morning.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand, smiling softly.
Fuck.
“Ah, well, th-thank you.” He stammered out, coughing a bit to hide the moan that had tried to escape his lips. His fingers began toying with the tip of his cock, knowing full-on stroking it would be too obvious. The look of concern on your face was absolutely precious.
Small talk began to ensue between the two of you, him asking about how it was at the office today, you telling him how frazzled everyone was. Though, Keigo was getting to his breaking point. It felt as if someone lit a fire inside of his body, his gentle touches to avoid suspension not being enough for him. He needed you. He gripped the base of his cock again, stroking slowly up and down. His arm movements were more visible to you now, but you didn’t quite understand what he was doing.
Had your boss always looked so… hot? Sure, he was attractive. But right now, the look he was giving you, the feeling of the room, everything had you practically dripping arousal down your legs. And of course, Hawks took note of it.
“Look,” He spoke slowly, watching your body. Your hips began to slowly shift unconsciously, your plush thighs rubbing together. “I have a problem only your mouth can solve right now, so either suck my cock or get out of my office.”
You blinked a few times, trying to assure you heard him correctly. That’s when it all set in for you. The movement of his arm, the look in his eyes, the rasp in his voice. The noise you heard from your cubicle. He was touching himself. Chills spread down your body, your thighs pressing together harder.
Keigo groaned, getting impatient. He pushed his chair from its spot tucked into the desk, revealing himself to you as his hand sped up on his cock. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised, honestly expecting you to walk out and never look back. But you didn’t.
Your eyes fixated on him, watching his every movement. Your gaze lingered on his large member, seeing his hand slide up and down with pure need. You’d never seen someone look so desperate. With a shy nod, you slowly made your way over to him, sliding in between the desk and his legs before crouching on your knees.
Fuck, Keigo was already so close to his release again. And seeing your innocent eyes stare up at him didn’t help. His hand held the base of his cock, pointing it towards your lips. Your head leaned in, your tongue slithering out of your mouth and laying flat against the head of his cock. A loud groan pulled its way up Keigo’s throat, not able to stop his hips from jerking up and forcing himself into your mouth. He couldn’t take the teasing even just for a moment.
You let out a short gasp of surprise as he pressed his cock inside of your mouth, circling your tongue around the head of it before pushing more inside. The sweet salty ness of his pre-cum mixed with his past orgasm coated your tongue. How long had he been doing this? Your cheeks hallowed around him, your head bobbing slightly as your eyes met his. He wasn’t able to hold back his moans, his hands tangling themselves into your hair.
“Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groaned as you slipped more of him deeper down your throat. You gagged around him, the vibrations almost enough to have him shooting his load right then and there. He tightly gripped your hair, guiding your head as you continued to suck, your thighs clenching and unclenching to try to add some friction to yourself.
“It’s spring.” He moaned, your eyes filled with questioning. “Dumb bird brain.” His hips thrusted, causing you to sputter around him as he began to take control. “Can’t get enough…” Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming is cock down your throat, his pace rough and quick.
Spring? Bird brain? Was he trying to say it was mating season? You had noticed other bird-like tendencies from him. The bits of shiny things he’d set proudly on his desk, him whistling to himself as he walked through the office. But it never occurred to you that mating season would’ve been one of them. His words were coming out quick, almost forced. Like he couldn’t make full sentences. His rut had completely taken him over.
“Fuck, gonna cum.” His pace quickened, getting more sloppy as his entire length was being forced down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, your hands clenching against the material of his slacks, tears now freely running down your cheeks. You didn’t hate it though, and the slick dripping down your legs and puddling on the hardwood floors proved it.
His wings furrowed out behind him, stretching and shaking as he filled your mouth with his cum. When the taste hit your tongue it caused you to moan out against him, shocks running through his body.
Before you had time to really think, his large hands grasped at your arms, pulling you to your feet. He also stood, his movements fluid but rushed. The burning ache was back, and he needed more of you to cool it.
Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulled you into a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue wasting no time sliding its way into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours, tasting a mix of your saliva and his release. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed his body close against yours, grinding himself against you. His hands slid down to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before using it as leverage to pick you up and place you on the desk, causing your skirt to ride up your waist.
“Need you,” he growled against your lips, loving the way your body squirmed against him at his words. His hand slipped in between you, pulling your underwear to the side before two fingers began making their way in between your slick folds. Another growl fell from his lips.
“So fuckin’ wet.” He grabbed his cock, pushing it in between your folds to cover it in as much arousal as he could. The small voice in the back of his head, the real him, was telling him to be careful, to not hurt you. He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing himself inside of you entirely in one movement. You gasped out, your arms squeezing tightly around his neck, unfiltered moans falling from your lips. Your moans truly were music to his ears, causing him to begin pounding into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching down to fill the air.
He held onto your hips like his life depended on it, and you were sure they were going to bruise up later. He left sloppy kisses down your cheek and to your pulse point before stopping. Chills ran up your arms as he began to suck and nibble the spot, unable to stop yourself from moaning out his name.
“A-ah, Hawks!” His body stilled a bit at your words before picking up pace again. He peeled himself away from the spot on your neck and moved his lips towards your ear.
“Keigo. Call me Keigo, please.” He practically whined. Under normal circumstances he would never have told anyone his real name, but right now all he wanted to hear was it coming from your mouth.
You tested the name, his pace growing faster at the sound of it. His lips found their way to your neck again, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could. He wanted to mark you, to show everyone you were his.
“You’re mine.” He said through gasps of air, his hip movements getting more sloppy. “Mine.” His voice was deep, absolutely filled to the brim with lust. Your cunt clinched against him, feeling your orgasm near.
“Y-yours.” You moan out, not really understanding quite what he meant but your brain wasn’t able to think right then anyway. You were so focused on your pleasure, the knot in your stomach so deliciously close to snapping.
He pulled you into another heated kiss, teeth and tongue gnashing against yours. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts more sloppy and his cock throbbing inside of you.
“Cum with me, baby.” He flicked his hips up, hitting that spongy spot inside of you and with that you came. Your pussy clinched down around his cock, a frothy white ring forming at the base. This was enough to send him over the edge as well, his hips sputtering against yours as he sent his hot release deep inside of you.
The burning in his body began to cease, move into the background. The color of his pupils lightened. He knew his rut was far from over, he knew the urges would take him over again soon. But right now, his cock buried deep inside of you, a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping down his balls, he felt okay. He felt like himself again.
He panted for air, his forehead resting against yours. Keigo could feel himself finally softening for the first time all day. Slowly, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drop out of your swollen cunt. With a swipe of his thumb, he pushed it back inside and pulled your panties back over you.
“Gonna explain this ‘bird brain’ thing to me a bit more?” You questioned, smiling at him.
He hummed slightly, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt.
“I guess I have to, now that you’re my mate.”
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queenendless · 18 days
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COMFY BIRDY
A/n: OVER A MONTH WITH NO FICS ON HERE! MY BAD!
Neurotic, ADHD, depression, finishing other shows, writing other stuff on my other platforms, writers block, etc.
Imma still working on new stuff at snail's place though so there's still hope!
Now period stuff helps even when it's hell.
AU Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem Adult Reader, already established relationship, period stuff kinda, implied mature stuff.
*PLEASE DON'T REPOST PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY MODIFY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE COMMENT AND FOLLOW PLS N THNX U.
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A rare day for you to be out.
You wanted some fresh air.
That and you were out on a mission.
Drooping into the nearby merch store, your emotionally hormonal self searched for something in particular.
You needed something soft to squeeze on.
In the grand shop, multiple rows of displays featured merch from all walks of media surrounded you.
You spotted your target area in the far back.
Tsums, round pillows, and varying sized plushies.
From the students to even the villains.
Yet as you skimmed through the pro hero plushies, your eyes stopped on the one you wanted.
The one you wished was here in the flesh.
Because right now, you missed your precious birdie.
You were surprised you were unbothered as you sat down on the plush bench seating, lost in murky aching thoughts.
You felt warmth and the mixed scent of the wind and AXE body spray enveloping you from above.
“Eyo. I got your texts.”
Incognito with a hoodie, worn torn jeans and sneakers on, only those familiar folded red wings was the telltale sign aside from that voice.
“Needed my Kei. Plushie form was the backup plan.”
“You're on your period now, right? You shouldn't be pushing yourself too much. You should be relaxing back home and let me pick this up for you on my way back from work.”
The moment you started sniffling and whimpering he stiffened in worry and immediately embraced you. “Hey, what's wrong?”
“I'm a neurotic, emotionally depressed mess, Kei, that's what's wrong!” You weeped in his scarred neck.
He gently rubbed your trembling back and massaged your pulsing scalp, shushing you. “Angel, you're perfect, messy or otherwise.”
“No, I'm not!” You mewled.
“You are to me.”
He jumped as your legs kicked up to rest over his thighs, his chibi pressed between your bellies, as you mewled. “I missed you so much!”
He teared up at that, nuzzling his face into the side of your face showing. “I missed ya too. So, ya want me to buy ya little ol me then?”
You nodded, sniffling, “Yes.”
He pecked your red wet cheek. “How's about some warm chicken soup for dinner?”
You whined. “Ice cream too.”
“M'kay. Anything else?”
“Cuddles, kisses, and binge anime together for the rest of the day.” Your pouting self looked up to him.
“For you, kid, your word is my command~”
The transition from there to your safe haven gets fuzzy because you're as drained as you are affectionately snuggling into your partner's chest as he easily carried you and his plush the rest of the way.
In your shared humble abode, watching him strip out of his clothes was always such a tantalizing turn on for you, leaving him in just his slim boxers. Spotting his scars from his cheek to his neck to even his very back. Everything about him was too mesmerizing not to look away, especially in your current bodily state.
“The scars … the shorter cut hair … even your new twin red steel swords … is it weird I find you hotter now?” You cooed.
Red tinted from his cheeks to his ears as Kei bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “Can you say the same for my back scars?”
He trembled as his skin grew warmer at how gentle your fingers brushed the entire bank of his flexing muscles as well as your kisses turning feverish at how much endearing attention you gave the marked planes.
“You're perfect, scars or otherwise.” You smirked against his flexing strong back.
His wings fluttered out as he swerved around, hugging you before pulling in something with one hand, chortling a bit, hanging his chibi twin right in your face. “You do have good taste, after all.” Amiss empty bowls of soup and ice cream tubs, he laid you against him, the plushie nestled in between you two like your own baby birdie.
“Kei?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we have our own bird babies?”
He was quite taken back by your words. But, that initial surprise was taken over by smitten devotion. “Sure, when you get better. For now, though,” His wing draped over you to bring more warmth to you and your belly he caressed. “Let's get you through this first.”
“Mother nature, you cruel temptress.” You grumbled.
Keigo Takami kisses you passionately to quell your hormonal desires for as long as this monthly ritual lasts. “A world where a hero like me has too much time on my hands is one where I can start a family with you, the most breathtaking being I've ever known, so I'm willing to wait a little longer.”
“Hmm …” His lovestruck eyes and charming smile made you kiss all over his now warm filled laughing face. “Same.”
Plush Hawks stayed smiling resting between your wombs as you and Keigo Takami, your mate, stayed bundled together, the TV left running on and the couch being your makeshift bed for the night.
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livlivlivliv · 1 year
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YOUR SOLDIER ೃ⁀➷
Imagine [ Knight!Keigo ; Princess!Reader ] Royalty!AU ¡Fluff!
Obviously this will have a sequel, a oneshot or a drabble perhaps. Damn in love with Knight!Keigo
¸ .  ★ ° :.  . • °   .  * :. ☆
→ The embroidered shield on his cloak was an emblem that only the princess's Royal Knight was proud to wear, a pair of Red Wings. Acting like a guardian angel for her.
→ “I pledge my loyalty to you”
→ One of the most coveted knights in the kingdom, young, strong and handsome. Maidens called his name from the podium as he dueled. Too bad for them, the young man's heart was busy with someone else.
→ “My sword, my shield and my heart belong to you, princess”
→ "This handkerchief is for you, as a token of your bravery" With a curtsy he accepted the handkerchief from the maiden, fine silk with floral embroidery. He smiled.
→ On sleepless nights, when sleep was impossible to fall, she knew that behind the great oak door there was a young blond gentleman guarding her room. The desire to invite him in was always there, waiting for one day to happen. Perhaps his strong arms and thick-voiced whispers from him will help her sleep.
→ As much as she wanted it, she couldn't, it was wrong, for which it was replaced by simple talks, outside the comfort of her room.
→ “Another sleepless night?” "It's hard for me to do it knowing that you're alone out here" "He's too kind to me, her highness" "Stop calling me that" "I'm sorry, my queen"
→ Sitting in the Royal Garden, he told her about his battles, exploits and experiences, while she listened attentively, enraptured, seeking refuge in that opposite golden eyes.
→ “Princess, this is for you” he handed over a big red book “You can't have adventures outside the castle, but you can read them. I want you to tell me later."
→ On walks through the city, chivalrous, he offered her his arm with a smile. Halfway through the journey, between the white forests because of the snow, their hands slowly found each other and intertwined, making both hearts beat harder. The thirst for the forbidden grew with the passage of time.
→ When he was injured in a duel, knew that he would later be dragged into a corner of the palace.
"Princess, I'm fine" he sat waiting while the young women moistened a piece of cloth. He always said he was fine but he loved feeling the girl's hands working on his skin.
"Come here, let me clean up the blood."
→ Under Keigo's gloves were hidden strong hands, calloused from holding the sword and some scars that decorated his fingers.
"I have my hands like this for you, so that no scratch ruins yours"
→ Brand new dresses became her favorite activity, she felt the opposite eyes fixing on her like a hawk once she left her room. "You looks beautiful today, it fits you very well"
BONUS ¡!
Three blows were heard from across the room, reverberating through the thick wood. She was silent, reflecting that her attempt at silence might have failed.
She abandoned the furs that covered the bed and smoothed her dress down a bit to make herself look presentable. "Go ahead please" she said with an idea of ​​who could be as she wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks.
"Princess?" She saw a blonde haired peeking out of the doorway, they made eye contact for a few seconds and then he closed the door behind him.
He was worried to see the lady in such a state, as he approached where she lay, observed how her eyelids and her cheeks were red. Her tear-dampened lashes looked to the ground, a little embarrassed to be found by her knight.
Cautiously sat next to her and removed a canvas handkerchief from his pocket. "Here," he offered. The gesture was accepted.
"You've heard me, right?" She brushed the cloth over her cheekbones.
"You don't have to hide with me" He smiled "Do you want to talk about it?"
She licked her lips and looked at him, shook his head silently.
"Princess, I'm here to protect you, don't shed tears!" he exclaimed dramatic. He managed to make the girl smile slightly.
Keigo's shoulder will always be there for her, he would be willing to do anything, after all it's her job.
Although he no longer sees it as a duty but as a necessity.
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basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation
professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami
series warnings ⇥ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.
series summary ⇥ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.
masterlist. taglist.
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chapter summary ⇥ the table is set, after a week of images of you and Shouta being sent to your phone, held over your head, you come face to face with the person... who may not be what you expected.
chapter warnings ⇥ no smut in this, but minors still do not interact. blackmail. betrayal.
word count ⇥ 4.9k
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You haven’t slept a wink.
At first, you tried to pretend that nothing happened, fell right back into Shouta’s arms, and continued to sleep. All you could do was glance at your phone, plugged up into the wall. However, no sleep was owing to you, you were tired, but your heart column stopped racing. Before you knew it, it was daylight, the sun peeking through the horizon. 
Sighing, you pushed Shouta’s arms away from you, quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, and headed down towards the kitchen. Sniffing as you open the fridge, pulling out one of Shouta’s beers before closing it. You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a bottle owner before popping the metal cap up, steam willowing from the bottle stem. You drank some of it straight down, walking towards one of the bar stools, pulling it out, and sitting down. Grimacing at the bitter taste, remnants of the man laying his head upstairs. You continued drinking the beer as you stared out into nothing, your mind spiraling yet empty at the same time. 
What were you going to do?
Sighing, you closed your eyes, flashes of your phone appearing in your mind. 
I know your secret angel, ;-)
Gasping, jumping slightly as you opened your eyes, your breath shaky as you did so. Your heart pounded as you got up, pacing around the spacious kitchen as you did so. The photos of you and Shouta were from all around the town, but the one that disturbed you the most was of you entering his car, earlier that evening. If it wasn’t for the other pictures, you would have assumed someone had found them by mistake, but they weren't. Other pictures of the two of you, getting close, were too close for people to obviously see what was going on. Shouta always and constantly told you to be careful, even though he constantly broke his own rules as well. 
Now it backfired in both of your faces. 
Would you tell him? Do you break the allure between you two? That his job, and your career within the sciences, that there was now a very real possibility of it being gone forever?
Finishing the last of the beer, the smell of bitter wheat is on your breath now as you walk towards the sink, rinsing the bottle before placing it in his little recycling container. You let out a huff of air, the smell of the kitchen bringing you back down to earth. The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to weigh upon you, just the feeling you were looking for in drinking. With heavy eyes, you headed right back up the stairs, into the bedroom before climbing right back into SHouta’s arms. Like clockwork, you could feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you in like a teddy bear. Taking a deep breath, the light smell of his cologne brings temporary peace to your raging mind. Slowly, your eyes close, the smell of his light snores and rumbles lulling into your deep, alcohol-permeated sleep. 
You blinked down at the new text message you got, holding a spoon over the bowl of cereal you made. It was an unknown number, yet the contents had you realize that it was from the same person who had emailed in the wee light of the morning. It was morning time now, all quiet as Shouta was not a morning person so he wasn’t even awake just yet. You had cleaned up and showered, wearing one of Shouta's smaller shirts that he gave you with a pair of baggy sweatpants. 
He had sent another picture of you and Shouta, walking very close to each other, his hand lingering around your waist. This was during the summer when you were interning under him to prepare for both of your master’s programs. It was when your relationship was just beginning, the two of you just getting closer. Taking a breath, you moved to put your phone down, only for it to ring again. Glancing at it, revealing another text message, nothing but another photo, 
Who are you??
You sent it before slamming your phone right on the table and focusing right back on your cereal. You could take a couple bits before a ding went off, relaxing a bit at the recognition of it being a text tone, instead of your email tones. You picked it up, expecting to see something from your cousin or your friend, only to stare wide-eyed at the message from an unknown number. 
You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?
Anger and fear ravaged you, you thought you were being careful. However, it didn’t matter. Someone has been watching you, and Shouta for at least a month, if they knew how much Bambino’s even meant to you. They might have been watching you before that. Hands shaking and trembling, you angrily typed out another response to this person. 
Please just leave me alone!!!
Just as you sent it, but before you could slam it on the table, a voice ripped through the tense silence. 
“Cereal for breakfast again? Thought we talked about this?” Shouta’s raspy, gruff morning voice cut through your somber mood.
Gasping, you wipe away the welling tears before he could have a chance of spotting them before turning around facing with the best smile you could muster. You flipped your phone into its screen before walking towards it. He was shirtless, hair out of its ponytail, dripping with water with a towel draped around his shoulders. Slithering your hands around his waist as he did yours, you leaned, pouting out your lips for a kiss with him happily obliged. The two of you rested at that moment, deepening the kiss, the feel of his wet hair and damp body pressing up against him. Soon the two of you let go, before walking around to the kitchen. You sat back at your cereal as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk.
Smiling, “I just had a real bad craving for fruity pebbles.”
He frowned a bit at that, “you only eat that when you're stressed, what’s up?”
Immediately you shook your head, heart dropping at his slightly concerned countenance as he turned towards you, “everything’s fine, I was just really craving fruity pebbles.”
He nodded his head slowly, glancing between you and the bowl in front of you before turning around, and walking towards his stove. 
“Still, cereal isn’t a good breakfast so there better be room for something more in there.” Was all he said, pulling out a plastic bowl. 
You smiled, gazing at his figure as he moved around the kitchen, preparing scrambled eggs for the both of you. Despite everything, he knew you so well, you couldn't help but think. Every time you found yourself spacing out as you stared at him, your eyes soon fell on your phone, which beeped again with another text notification. Quickly, you reached out, turning your phone on silence before looking back at him.
That can wait, pushing the impending threat out of your mind. You smiled as he mixed the eggs together, pouring in some milk as well to make the scrambled eggs mixture. As he cooked, your eyes raked over his form, staring at him as he moved around to grab things on the counter. 
Shouta soon finished teh eggs, placing the perfectly cooked breakfast right in front of you, paired with a silver fork. You smiled at him, slightly pushing away your bowl of cereal before thanking him. He said nothing, grunting before sitting right in front of you. Grabbing the fork, you began to eat, a comforting silence falling over the two of you as well. 
That was until the silence was broken, by the sudden vibration on the table. The two of you glanced down at the table, seeing your phone jerk from the vibrations. It was just one before it became two… and soon notifications came through back to back. Quickly, you grabbed your phone, not even glancing at the notification as your phone quickly unlocked. Tapping into your settings you turned ‘vibrations on silence’ off before slamming your phone on the table, focusing back on your food.
“So who was that?”
You glanced up to look at Shouta, who had looked away from your phone towards you. You shook your head, heart pounding within your ears. 
“Just some annoying classmate in my chemistry research lab,” you fibbed, looking down at your plate, and taking another bite, “nothing I can’t handle.”
He hummed, focusing back on his food. Unconsciously, you let out an internal sigh, relaxing slightly, and glancing back at your phone. With that, you continued eating your food, forcing yourself to stop looking at your phone. 
After breakfast, you helped him grade the last of his papers, lying lazily on the couch as you did so. Soon after, the two of you cuddled on the couch for some old movies, sharing short commentary between the two of you as you did. All while you did that, splayed across the couch, laying your head in his. His one hand resting on your thigh, stroking it slowly as he watched the flat screen tv. ringing in the back of your mind as your phone lay on the counter where you left it for breakfast. Soon, he dozed off once again, his hand falling off your body. Glazing up between him and the area leading to the kitchen, before slowly lifting your body up. You placed his arm slowly on the couch, before walking back to the kitchen. Locking eyes with your cellular device, you picked it up before turning it towards, the screen waking up once you did.
All across your screens were notifications from your messages, all you knew came from the same number. With a deep breath, you unlocked the phone, revealing the messages all over the screen. 
I don’t think you want me to do that
That was in reply to the message you had sent him, along with another picture of you and Shouta. 
So if you want these to stay hidden, you’ll do the following:
In a week, you’ll go to Bambino’s at 8, and wear exactly what you wore, the first time you went there
Trust me, I’ll know
Here's the name you give the hostess: Hauck.
Aww, where’d you go?
Oh I see
You're with him
Enjoy your time with him
You’re gonna miss it.
A hot tear streamed down your face as you saw the last message, your heart was thrown into anguish. What did he mean by that? Letting out a shaky breath, there was only one thing in your mind to do.
You wrote out a reply,
Fine, I’ll do it.
He had been torturing you all week. You could barely pay attention in class, every few minutes, he would send you another photo. It wouldn’t matter where you are, in class, during a study group, and especially while you were with Shouta. You had placed your phone on silent, turning off all vibrations, and yet it didn’t matter. You relied on your phone for work, for anything, you couldn’t pull out your laptop, every time you needed to reply to a student, or whenever an email from another faculty member needing documents. 
However the photos, despite how gut-wrenching they were, weren’t the worst part. 
Not only was he sending you those photos of you, but he was also sending these messages. 
You look so pretty while wearing blue. 
Is that a new bag, did Aizawa get that for you?
And every time he would send these, they would send another picture of you and Shouta as well. They were taunting you, knowing the anxiety flowing through your body. You twirled a twist in your hair, fiddling with your pen as you sat in Shouta’s office, gazing off. It was all silent between the two of you, as you worked separately on your own work, however, you couldn’t do anything, just staring off at your laptop, no words, no nothing coming to mind.
“...ello… hello? Yo!”
A hand suddenly shook you, awakening you from your trance. You jumped, before glancing up before eyes landed on familiar warm golden-brown eyes. Hawks smiled down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder. 
“Is everything okay?” He asked you, voice laced with concern.
Twisting on a fake smile, you looked up at him, “I’m fine thank you. Just working on this assignment.”
Hawks glanced between you and your blank word document, before shrugging his shoulders, fluttering around before sitting at the other chair at the table. 
“Keigo, how many times have I told you to stop coming to my office like this?” Shouta spoke up from his desk, not even looking up from his desktop. 
Hawks smirked, pulling out his phone, and leaning back before speaking, “such a sour worm, Aizawa. Relax a little! Plus I’m finished with all my work, so I came to grace you with my presence.”
You smiled, your heart lifting just a little as the two of them continued to bicker. Their loud voices helped you out a bit, taking in their argument as you focused back on their computer, chiming into their conversation ever so often. You relaxed just a bit, completing your assignment before getting a text from your friend to meet up. You smiled over at the two of them, packing up your things.
Hawks glanced over at you, “hey, where are you going to?”
“My friend, she wants to meet up for a late lunch so I’m headed off to meet her,” you said, sliding your laptop into your tote bag. 
Hawks hummed, glancing up and smiling a bit before waving you off. Shouts glanced up from his own laptop, his eyebrows perking up a bit before also giving you a short wave. You eaves back at him, before walking out of the office. As you walked down the hallway, headed towards the elevator, your phone lit up. Heart-stopping for a bit, only to realize the message was from Shouta himself. 
Didn’t get to say a proper goodbye because of the nosy bird, but I’ll be sure to give you one before you leave for the night. 
You smiled, to the point of your cheeks hurting as you sent a reply before fully focusing on your destination. You soon met up with your friend, the two of you sitting down at a cafe right on campus. The two of you talked, having a wild discussion concerning her own love life and your “lack” of. As the conversation settled down, the two of you soon returned back to your own destination, Shouta’s office in mind for you. As you walked back, your phone lit up again, you hadn't gotten a single text from the stalker since you left his office. So assuming so, you thought this was Shouta, considering you just texted him about if he was still in his office. 
You hadn’t smiled all week, love, but I’m glad I got to see it in person once again.
This time, it wasn’t a picture of you and Shouta, but rather a picture of you, walking away from the cafe… A picture of you right now, smile wide as your heart froze, as you glanced around. Looking for something, anything to indicate that you could find the person. People walked past you, walked around your fidgeting figure as you paced around the sidewalk, holding your bag close to you. 
Your phone lights up again. 
Don’t bother looking, just remember, tomorrow is the day. 
Be there, or else.
The dress was pure white, silk in nature too. It was expensive, and one of your most precious gifts from Shouta. As you entered the restaurant, you smiled at the hostess manning the front podium. Your long braids were in a ponytail, with the curled ends tucked up, clipped with a beautiful butterfly clip. You smiled at her. 
“Hi, what is the name on the reservation?”
Your mind flashed back to the name revealed in the text messages, one of many you got in the morning. 
“Hauck,’ you said, a forced smile on your face. 
She glanced down at her tablet, smiling before looking back up at you.
“I see you, your other party has yet to have arrived, would you like to be seated?”
You told her yes, following after her as she led you inside the building. As you passed all the tables, your heart, which was already beating with so much worry, recognized the path on the way to the private rooms. Your intuition was correct as she turned down the hallway, revealing the sliding doors, each adorned with their own numbers. She led you down the room until your eyes set on the familiar number, two with the attached door.
It was the same private room Shouta got you when you came here. Was this person hellbent on recreating the first time you ever came here?
You shook your head, clutching your purse close to you. No. That couldn't be, this had to be a coincidence. 
The woman smiled, opening the door and revealing the private room, looking just the same as it did a month ago. You smile at her, thanking her before entering the room. The seats were made of black velvets, comforting, and the ambiance a warm glow, much like an amber-filled sunset. On the table, two glasses sat, one in front of each seat. A bottle of wine caught your attention, soon realized that it was the same brand of wine you and Shouta drank together. As you faced forward, sitting in the very same seat as last time, wearing the very dress that you did so… Everything was the same from that night, everything except for…
Laughter echoed through the room, a glass of wine being shared between two souls, in which nothing else mattered but the two of them. 
“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”
Shouta shook his head, cheeks warm from the constant flow of wine, “nope, it was not just you. She’s like that with everyone, you’ll get used to it.”
“Get used to it? Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, before picking up your glass, and sipping down the rest of your champagne. 
Dinner was long done between the two of you, dessert already packed up and ready to be taken out. However, you were waiting for Shouta to feel comfortable enough to drive you two back to the hotel. You probably should have encouraged him to drink as much as he did, even though it was three glasses, you both agreed you’d rather wait. Plus, this room was expensive so you two would make the best of it as much as you could. 
“She needs to understand that she can’t treat everyone like that before she makes the wrong person mad.”
The two of you were discussing one of Shouta’s fellow professors, an old head that was recently tenured. While helping Shouta run some errands concerning the anatomy labs before the week-long break, you ran into her and it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting as well. 
Shouta chuckled at your words, before drinking down the cold glass of water the waiter had given him. As you drain you stared on, smiling. Once he finished, he looked at you, before asking why you were looking at him like that. 
“Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached out to him, “thank you, for this, for today, for everything. I know you were against things like this, but you still did it. Thank you.”
He squeezed your hand before lifting it up, giving it a kiss, “you know I’ll do everything for you.”
“Wow, you really do listen.”
Shattering your memory, your eyes widened at the voice towards the entrance… the familiar voice as well. Slowly turn your head, making eye contact with golden-brown eyes. Glancing up and down his full figure, he was wearing a white shirt, holding his suit jacket in his arms as he stood within the doorway. Your eyes not leaving his form as he thanked the hostess who brought you here before walking inside. The hostess slid the door close, so it was now just the two of you. 
Hawks said nothing as he walked over to you, placing his jacket on the backrest of the chair before sliding into the chair. He grabbed the menu sitting in front of you, flipping through it before looking back up at you. He smiled, to others, it was an innocent one, but that smile paired with those eyes, filled with malice. 
“Have you looked through the menu yet? Get whatever you want, you know it’s on me.”
You still hadn’t said anything, still looking straight at him, eyes glazed over.
Hawks.
It was Hawks.
Keigo. 
The same man who was helping you with your thesis paper. The same man who you would meet up with for coffee, and talk shit about your fellow co-workers. A flash of him in Shouta’s office a couple of days ago came to your mind, his huge smile denoting him. You thought back to every single encounter with him, was it a lie? Was everything about you two’s friendship a lie? What was his problem? How did he even find out? How…
A snap broke you out of your trance, turning and facing Hawk— Keigo once more.
“Everything okay there? You haven’ even touch the wine I had the waiter bring.”
Blinking, you glanced over at the wine glass, which was now filled up halfway. You looked back at him, saw him lean back into his seat, and turned to the seat as he swallowed his own drink down. Sighing, nodding his head as he faced forward, placing his glass down on the table. He took another look at you before sighing and reaching down in his pockets. 
“Think it might be best if you take a sip of the wine, it's your favorite right?”
As he said that, something hard fell onto the table. You glanced over to where the sound came from, only to see his phone placed right on the table. Heart pounding as the screen came on… only to find a picture of you and Shouta staring right back at you. Your eyes flicked between him and his phone, before slowly reaching towards the glass, and picking it up. Swirling the wine in your glass, you wafted it towards you, the familiar smell and nothing extra hitting your nose, before taking a tentative sip. 
He smiled as you said, “it… it is my favorite, and it’s good. Thank you, Hawks.” Your voice came out a bare whisper, as you began to slowly place it down. 
He chuckled, “I know I told you to call me that, but I think a night like this constitutes my real name.”
You blinked, slowly nodding your head, “well, thank you, Keigo.”
He inhaled deeply at that, leaning back as he did so. The waiter soon came into the room, not before giving a knock and Keigo telling him to come in. He asked if the two of you were ready to order. You glanced down at your unopened menu, before looking at the waiter, however, Keigo spoke before you could even think of saying anything. 
“Yes, calamari for an appetizer while I’ll have the lobster tail and she will have the surf and turf dinner, everything well done of course.”
You blinked, no words coming from you as the waiter said of course, before taking the menus from in front of the two of you. Even the meals were the same, Shouta had gotten the lobster tails while you wanted to try a bit of everything, so surf and turf were perfect for you. The waiter smiled, saying he’ll be back with your orders before waking out of the private room. The moment he slid the door shut, the two of you turned to each other, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were lowered, not once leaving you even as he reached out to his nearly empty glass, before downing the rest of it. Your ears were hot, it was taking everything in you right now to now burst out into tears right here in this restaurant. Reaching over, you grabbed the wine glass, drinking down a lot more than your previous sip. He kept his eyes on you as you did so, not saying anything as you suddenly grabbed the bottle, filling up your now empty cup. 
“You might want to slow down there, huh?”
You looked over at him, bitter words of anger threatening to spill from your mouth but your eyes fell right back on his phone. You took a deep breath, and another sip of your wine, before placing both right back on the table. He smirked the moment he did that, sitting up straight in his seat.
“So humor me,” he stared, as he leaned into his seat, “for the next two hours this,” he held up his phone, “doesn’t exist.”
You blinked between the device and him. How truly deranged was this man? This man that you trusted, who would help you, who you would call a close friend. If there was someone you would tell about you and Shuta first, it would have been him. Did you ever really know him? He awaited your answer, waving the phone in his hands. You knew, deep down, this wasn’t a question, but a demand, do it, or this email is sent out to everyone that matters. Slowly, you nodded your head, agreeing to his terms. 
He smiled at that, before sliding the phone right back into his pocket. The waiter came back, holding a steaming hot plate of fried squid. He placed it between the two of you, along with placing two much smaller ones between the two of you.
“Will that be all between the two of you?”
Keigo pulled out his award-winning smile, “yes that will be it, thank you very much.”
The man smiled and nodded before taking his leave once again, leaving the two of you alone for another 10-15 minutes until your food was ready. As you waited, Keigo easily started a conversation, as if it was one of the times you were getting coffee. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, Keigo knew how to bring something out of you. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you relax more and more, the wine he was feeding you, helping your loosening of behavior. You drank more and more, and the food soon came, but yet you two couldn't stop talking, Keigo only interrupting to ask for two glasses of water to help sober the two of you up. 
“So out of all the books in the world, Green Eggs and Ham had the biggest impact on you?” You couldn't help but ask, snickering as you took the final bite of your dinner. 
He shrugged his shoulders, wiping the drip of garlic butter from his face, “I can’t help it, it truly,” he sighed dramatically, “inspired something in me.”
You snickered, “a children’s story… should have expected it honestly.”
“Glad you think so highly of me.”
The silence soon settled after his words, reaching over to finish the last two of your wine, before reaching over the bottle. Right as your hand is clasped around the neck of the wine glass, a larger hand soon clasped around your wrists. You looked up, looking Keigo right in the eyes as he pulled your hand away from the alcohol, before pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was racing, not fighting him as he pulled you over to him, standing right in front of you. He then pulled you down, his other hand sliding onto your side, dangerously close to our bottom. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you right there, his other hand leaving your own before caressing your skin. You swarmed, wriggling away from his touch but aching pressure had you gasping, keeping you right in place. 
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, his hot breath fanning against your face. 
You flinched trying, to move back. Your fingers trembling and anxious as his thumb reaches down to your lips, pressing up against them before slowly pulling your bottom lip down. The light pink gloss on your lips stained his finger, but he ignored it as he continued to gaze at you. 
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said next, his hands sliding up your arm.
“Keigo,” you began to protest but he shushed you, before pulling you right into his lap. 
He forced your lips to split around him, resting on each side of the chair. One hand continued to rest on your ass, while his other hand went back up to your face, resting right under your chin. He steeled his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes once again. You let out a shaky breath, unable to look anywhere but his eyes filled with sinister intentions. 
“Keigo… What do you want from me?” you whispered to him, eyes welling with tears. 
He took a breath, “all I need from you, all I need from you, is to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do that,” his hand suddenly left your bottom before holding right up to your face, suddenly revealing his phone. 
“And everything on here stays on here, and nowhere else.”
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Hawks fic with a reader who doesn’t believe in herself much?
𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 :)
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Keigo Takami "Hawks" x reader fluff/comfort
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
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You're beyond exhausted, hobbling into your shared apartment with makeup streaming down your face. One of the heels you had worn was broken, your hair was a mess from ripping the scrunchie out of it, and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing down your face. You had been rejected for a very high paying and comfy position, one that you had worked so hard on for so many years. You studied hard in high school in order to take college classes in your senior year to start early. You got yourself into the best college that taught you everything you needed to know. This was even your second time being rejected.
The first time, it was due to lack of on field experience, which was very understandable. So you went out and got that damn experience. Five whole years of it. But now? You weren't even given a reason. Nothing. It was like all of the time you'd spent working hard, sacrificing your social life, your mental health, your financial stability, everything, it was all a waste. Why were you rejected? You were the most qualified on a technical and experience standpoint. You had a wide range of ideas that you had expressed in your interview that the employer was actively engaging in. You were even quick to introduce solutions to many issues the company faced. So what happened?
Tossing your heels onto the floor just in front of the shoe rack, you walked to your couch and slumped down on it. Sinking into the cushion and back into the head rest, you could feel your throat burning with the urge to cry, yet you were just too tired to. You didn't understand what went wrong.
Keigo was set to be home from patrolling soon, promising earlier that he would bring dessert for the two of you to celebrate getting the job. How were you going to explain it without crying? You were gonna have to figure it out though, as he was currently calling you for an update. Slowly, you picked up your phone, looking down at the screen with bloodshot and burning eyes. A cute image of both of you as his contact photo. You felt like you had failed yourself, your family, 𝘩𝘪𝘮. With a thumb pressing onto the green button, you swiped and lazily propped the device up to your ear.
❝ Hey , chikadee .ᐟ 'm heading to the store now 。How did everything go  ִ𖤠 ❞
The excitement was clear in his tone. He was expecting a positive answer, yet your long pause had his excitement wavering.
❝ 𓈓 Chikadee — ִ𖤠 ❞
❝ I didn't get it 。❞
The silence was loud, and the air was feeling dense with tension. Despite your flat and matter of fact answer, there was a small crack of emotion that broke through your tone. It left you silent, embarrassed, and ashamed.
❝ I'll be home as fast as I can , okay  ִ𖤠 ❞
You couldn't respond, too busy holding back tears as you hung up. It took you only five minutes to gather yourself just to change clothes, yet it felt like an hour. Time just seemed to slow down, forcing you to marinate in your failure. Wearing some shorts and one of Keigo's shirts, you cleaned the makeup off your face and put your hair up in a messy bun. It took Keigo forty-five agonizing minutes to get home, each minute making you more and more paranoid, convincing yourself that he's going to break up with you. A rather over the top and extreme conclusion to jump to, yet very possible and very real in your eyes. It left you petrified when he slowly jiggled the door handle and pushed the door open. You were back on the couch, sitting up, wrapped up in the softest blanket you had. You were prepared for the worst, but not for this...
In his arms, a combination of your favorite foods from your favorite restaurants, drinks, your favorite candies, two games that you'd wanted for a while, some recently released movies, and edible flowers made from fruit. His full arms shook as he leaned forward and carefully placed everything on the coffee table before you. Your eyes, puffy and red, were wide with shock, brows furrowed in confusion. You were so convinced he wanted to leave you from such a catastrophic failure that this gesture was foreign. Once his arms were free, they were moving forward and wrapping around you, starting with a gentle hold before giving a squeeze and rubbing your back. His tone is soft as he speaks to you.
❝ I know you really wanted things to work out , I wanted them to work out too 。You worked so hard , you put more effort into this than I had ever seen 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 put into 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 。Sometimes , things just dont work out , no matter what you do 𓈓 ❞
He pauses, his hands gliding into yours to hold them. The pads of his thumbs gently run over the back of your hands. Your heart was shattering, the moment you were rejected playing in your head over and over. His voice is breaking through your thoughts, giving you the strength to lift your gaze up to his golden orbs.
❝ I don't know why you didn't get the job , but I know that whatever reason they gave you is absolute garbage 。You are one of the most kind , selfless , strong-willed , hard-working , stubborn , creative , and determined people I know 。If anybody deserved the spotlight , it's you , but you're very clearly out of their league 。❞
He followed with a small wink, forcing a small laugh from you. Your chest was beginning to feel lighter, the burning in your eyes feeling dull now as the pain and stress were slowly fading.
❝ There are other places hiring , looking for people as talented as you to do this same job 。You just have to look a little bit harder , but I know you can do it 。Eventually , you're gonna find a place that sees you , that understands you , and recognizes your strengths and your potential 。❞
He separates briefly to scoot the coffee table closer to you, the smell of your favorite foods wafting through the air. It was making you drool a bit, simultaneously filling your eyes back up with tears. Nobody knew you better than he did. He had nothing but faith in you whilst you were in a mist of uncertainty, the negativity nearly making you lose sight of the gem before you, trying his hardest to help.
❝ 'Kami , I'm 𓈓 'm so sorry 。I feel like I failed you , failed 𝘶𝘴 and — ❞
❝ Hey , hey , no 。❞
He's wrapping his arms back around you in a slightly tighter hug, kissing your forehead.
❝ You will 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 fail in my eyes 。𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿 。This was just a little hiccup , but I've got faith in you 。You always pick yourself back up , you always keep going 。Please 𓈓 ❞
He paused, his voice cracking as he could feel his own composure breaking at just how broken you were over this. It was like your pain was so strong that even he could feel it, cutting deep into his heart. Yet he continues to maintain the composure he has, being the shoulder you needed to lean on.
❝ Please promise me you'll keep going 。❞
You couldn't hold yourself back. Your head rest forward on his shoulder as you whispered, promising him that you won't stop. But you both understood that it was necessary to at least take a break and let out some stress before you continued on your journey to employment again.
Keigo did not once leave your side, keeping you wrapped up in your blanket, cuddling with you, handing you your food, your drinks, setting up the games and movies for you, pampering you. He was practically attached to your hip for the rest of the day and all throughout the night. Truthfully, Keigo had many thoughts about flexing his status for the sake of scoring you the job, make them come begging on their knees for you to join their company, but he obviously couldn't to that. It wasn't the right thing to do, no matter how much he wanted to, to make you happy.
You two spent the whole night eating, playing games, watching movies, joking around. It was lifting your spirits gradually, filling you with a new hope that you will be discovered by a company that's worth your time. You'll get through this, all with him right by your side. As the night came to an end, the both of you not getting tired until the sun was beginning to rise, you two joined each other in bed, holding each other close. He provided you with warmth, with strength, with joy. He was everything to you. Just as you were everything to him, his heart, his rationale. There was not a single challenge you two couldn't handle facing together, with all of your stress fading once you held each other, and each and every night ending with a sincere and heartfelt,
❝ I love you 。❞
❝ I love you 。❞
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𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀! 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁! 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀!
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dovkss · 1 month
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hawks confronting reader for trying to hide their stockholm syndrome
word count: 957
warning: 18+; stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, kidnapping, manhandling, suggestive, bratty! reader, possessiveness language, threatening, yandere themes
a/n: a lil sum to make up for lost timeee! ;(
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Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. As he had planned, your feelings for him had began to shift.
No longer were you fighting him, spitting at him, yelling at him. No longer were you being disobedient, pushing his face away when he tried to kiss you.
No longer were you being an ungrateful whore.
You couldn't help but feel attached to him. It was hard not to. You haven't had any contact with an actual human besides him for the past few months. And, boy, were they long.
You got used to seeing his face. His gorgeous face. You were now comfortable enough to caress the fluffy red feathers he would leave in your space on purpose.
After being locked up in the basement during the day, you began to actually look forward to when he came back to you from patrolling or whatever hero work he had to do for the day.
When that door opened and he stepped through it, you found yourself smiling or letting out a sigh of relief.
You were aware of what was happening to you. You had read about it online some years ago. Stockholm Syndrome was what it was called... you think. People who are victims of abuse will start to empathize with their abusers to cope with the trauma they faced.
Well, he never hit you. Nor did he force you to do anything you didn't want to.
That's not abuse, is it? Surely not, you were perfectly fine and able to take care of yourself.
He kidnapped you, yeah. But... he was nice to you. He fed you, washed you, kept you warm, and bought you your favorite things!
That's not abuse.
Takami also took note of your change of heart. You never knew when your gaze on him lingered a little longer than normal. Your smile now wasn't sarcastic or half-assed.
At first he thought you were up to something. Maybe you were creating a ploy to blindside him in an attempt to escape.
Like he’d let that happen. Of course not.
But knew he had you wrapped around his finger when you let his lips come in context with your neck without putting up a fight. You were doing so well for him.
Only problem was you not admitting it. That annoyed the hell out of him.
You couldn’t let him know that you were coming around, then he would be getting his way. But if he was keeping you safe, what would be the harm in that?
No harm at all. Just a hurt ego. If he knew he was getting his way, you’d never be able to live it down. That cocky bastard.
"You cozy?" He asked you, his tone light. You nodded as you sat on the opposite end of the warm couch. It was movie night tonight, it was his turn to pick the movie.
You both sat in silence for the first half hour of the movie. You could see in the corner of your eye him looking at you. You bit your lip nervously, only trying to focus on the movie.
"Ya wanna sit next to me?" His next question was simple enough. You looked over at him. You knew you'd never forgive yourself for this. You scooted over a bit, your shoulder almost touching his.
He reached over and pulled your head into his neck and grabbed your legs to dangle over his. You huffed but said nothing.
"You startin' to like me yet?" He rested his head on top of yours. You rolled your eyes, not saying anything in response.
"Not even a little?" He chuckled. "This 'playing hard to get' act is getting old, Babe."
"It's not an act. You're just playing 'hard to get rid of'."
In a flash, you felt his demeanor change. Suddenly, he's on you before you even know it. He slams you back into the cushion, bringing his face to your cheeks, squishing them together. “I hope you know that you're never, ever getting rid of me. Nobody is fucking coming for you either, so I suggest you come to terms with that now."
You wriggle under his firm grip, trying to pry him off of you. You found it to be useless as he brought your face closer to his, forcing you to make eye contact with his yellow ones.
You couldn't lie to yourself. Being this close to him made you feel some things. You panicked.
"M' sorry, please, let me go..." you begged, closing your eyes. You hoped he listened, as your face was growing hot and beginning to cramp. You braced yourself for the nail marks that you would feel embedded in your skin.
He grinned. "Give me a kiss."
You leaned forward slightly, pecking his lips. He scoffed and shook you a bit, making you wince. "A real one, c'mon now."
You obeyed and attached your lips to his. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth. He wasn't just kissing you, he was letting you know that he was in charge.
For as long as you're here.
He pulled away with a chuckle before pushing your head down away from him further into the couch, then letting go. He returned to his spot while you lay there, trying to catch your breath.
You hadn't even noticed your thighs being clenched together. Your eyes watered slightly at the idea.
You were losing it. You were losing yourself, slowing turning into his. Your life now in his hands. Your freedom being stripped away from you.
“When I get outta here, m’ gonna kill you.” Your words were timid and empty.
The only thing left he had to change about you was that bratty mouth.
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mysicklove · 10 months
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Pathetic! Hawks who realized mid argument with you that maybe he shouldn't be turned on by the insults. Who might have continued arguing just to pull the harsh words out of you. Who replays the scene in his head and masturbates to it later.
Pathetic! Hawks who realizes he is into pain when he out right moaned from the scratches you left down his back. Who after stared in the mirror at the red streaks and felt himself grow hard again.
Pathetic! Hawks who out of the blue asked you to choke him in the middle of you fucking. Whose eyes rolled back with the lack of oxygen and cums harder than he has ever before.
Pathetic! Hawks who secretly jacks off while the two of you are on the phone. Who has conversations with you with his dick in his hands, and half-lidded eyes imagining what you would think of him.
Pathetic! Hawks who humps your pillow when he misses you too much. Who imagines what disgusting words you would call him if you ever found out.
Pathetic! Hawks who loves the idea of cumming in his pants. How sticky and gross it would feel. How you would think that he is disgusting.
Pathetic! Hawks who wants to hump at your shoe while you laugh at his dick. Wants you to make fun of his size, and maybe even step on it.
Pathetic! Hawks who wants you to degrade him until he cries. Who agrees with every insult with a moan, and a slow nod, begging for more.
Pathetic! Hawks who loves the idea of being pathetic. Who shivers with a lazy grin on his face when finds out that is what you really think of him.
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Sweet Serenity Bakery.
Hawks x fem!Reader
Synopsis: In the bustling city, the Number 2 hero, Hawks, stumbles upon Sweet Serenity Bakery, a hidden gem emitting an irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. The bakery, a haven from the chaos, becomes Hawks' nightly retreat, and the enchanting baker, (Y/n), captures his attention.
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The city lights had dimmed to a mere whisper as Hawks descended from his nightly patrol, fatigue weighing on his crimson wings. The wind, gentle and soothing, whispered through Hawks' golden locks with a caress that felt like a soft melody. Each strand danced in harmony with the breeze, creating a tranquil symphony of movement. The cool embrace of the air carried a serenity that seemed to untangle the knots of stress and fatigue, leaving behind a feeling of weightlessness. He closed his golden eyes, allowing the calming sensation to wash over him. It was as if nature itself had taken a moment to cradle him in its arms, offering a brief respite from the chaos of the world below.
The ambient city sounds faded away as Hawks followed the enchanting trail of a sweet symphony. The air carried the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods, a warm and comforting melody that lured him towards a hidden haven. As he turned the corner, the bustling noise of the city gave way to a tranquil quietude, and there it stood – a bakery, like a secret sanctuary waiting to be discovered. The aroma, a delicate blend of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and the rich scent of perfectly baked dough, hung in the air like a fragrant embrace. The tantalizing notes mingled with the cool breeze, creating an ethereal invitation that beckoned Hawks to step inside. The bakery's exterior, adorned with a vintage sign and the soft glow of warm lights, exuded a nostalgic charm, as if it held the promise of timeless indulgence within its walls. Unable to resist the magnetic allure, Hawks pushed open the door, and the tinkling of a small bell announced his arrival. The interior unfolded like a storybook scene – shelves adorned with baskets of pastries, the golden glow of a counter displaying a tempting array of treats, and the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
Intrigued, Hawks took a step further, and the bakery welcomed him with a comforting ambiance. It was a retreat from the chaos outside, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the worries of the world were momentarily replaced by the promise of sweetness. The interplay of warm hues and the aroma of baked delights created an atmosphere that felt like a warm hug, wrapping around him and inviting him to savor the simple pleasures within.
A girl stood behind the counter, her face bathed in the soft glow of the warm, ambient lighting that adorned the bakery. The air was infused with the delectable fragrance of freshly baked goods, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Her apron, dusted with a hint of flour, bore the mark of a baker deeply immersed in her craft. Her warm smile was an invitation, a genuine welcome that resonated with the sweetness that filled the air. The gentle clinking of mixing bowls and the occasional hum of the coffee machine created a soothing melody, adding to the comforting ambiance. As she extended her warm greeting, her eyes sparkled with a passion for her creations, and her voice, like a melody, carried the essence of the bakery. "Welcome to 'Sweet Serenity Bakery.' What can I get for you?" The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, wrapping the scene in an aromatic embrace, inviting Hawks to indulge in the sweet serenity that awaited him.
As Hawks approached the counter, the scent of freshly baked goods became even more pronounced, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air hummed with the melody of soft tunes from the old radio, blending seamlessly with the tantalizing aroma that danced through the space. "Just a coffee, please. And whatever your favorite pastry is," Hawks requested, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that seemed to be drawn out by the bakery's ambiance. The girl's (e/c) eyes sparkled with appreciation as she prepared his order. The counter displayed an array of choices, each pastry a small masterpiece. The air was thick with anticipation as she carefully selected a pastry, presenting it with a genuine smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice echoing the warmth of the bakery. "One cup of our finest coffee and my personal favorite – the raspberry almond croissant. I hope you enjoy it." Hawks accepted the offerings with a nod of gratitude, and as he took a sip of the coffee, the rich flavor warmed him from the inside. The first bite of the pastry brought a symphony of textures – the flaky layers, the sweet raspberry filling, and the crunch of almond. Hawks turned his attention back to the baker behind the counter who seemed to embody the very spirit of the bakery. The genuine smile on her face hinted at a passion for her craft, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested a depth of warmth that went beyond the delectable pastries.
"You know," Hawks began, his golden eyes meeting hers, "I don't think I caught your name." Her smile widened, and she leaned casually against the counter. "It's (Y/n). And you're... Hawks, right? I've seen you around the city. The number 2 hero with the fiery red wings." Hawks chuckled, appreciating the way she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me. But right now, I'm just a guy enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee and the company of a charming girl." (Y/n) blushed, her playful demeanor shining through. "Flattery will not get you extra pastries, you know." Hawks continued to sip his coffee, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Well, (Y/n), I guess I'll just have to rely on the irresistible allure of your pastries then. They seem to have a way of sweetening the deal." (Y/n) laughed, the sound like a delightful melody in the cozy space of the bakery. "You're quite the smooth talker, Hawks. But pastries are limited, so don't get your hopes too high." He leaned against the counter, the air between them charged with a playful energy. "No worries. I'm not here for the pastries alone, you know. It's the whole package – the warmth of this place, the aroma that wraps around you like a hug, and, of course, the captivating company." (Y/n)'s blush deepened, and she retorts "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, Mr. Number 2 Hero." He chuckled, appreciating the banter. "Well, (Y/n), it's not every day that I stumble upon a bakery that feels like a hidden treasure in the city. And it's certainly not every day that I meet a charming baker who knows how to make even the simplest cup of coffee feel like magic."
As days turned into weeks, Sweet Serenity Bakery became more than just a place for Hawks; it became a refuge, a sanctuary that beckoned him with an irresistible charm. The bakery's warmth and the sweet notes of laughter echoing within its walls drew him in like a moth to a flame. Night after night, Hawks found himself gravitating to the doorstep of the bakery after his patrols. The scent of fresh pastries and the inviting glow of warm lights greeted him, a beacon of comfort in the quiet corner of the city. Each visit brought with it the promise of shared moments with (Y/n), who had become a fixture in his routine. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere shifted with each arrival of the hero. (Y/n) would look up from her work, a welcoming smile curving her lips. "Hey Hawks, the usual?" she would ask, already knowing the answer, as if the bakery itself had memorized his preferences.
The counter, once a place for casual exchanges, now held an undercurrent of familiarity. The air crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within him. The bakery, now became a stage where the subtle undercurrents of possessiveness played out. Hawks, couldn't help it as he stood at the counter, golden eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she prepared his order. The aroma of coffee and pastries seemed to swirl around him, but his focus was singular – (Y/n), the captivating baker who had unintentionally become the center of his nightly routine.
As other patrons entered the bakery, Hawks couldn't shake the surge of protectiveness that welled within him. His gaze lingered longer than usual on those who approached (Y/n), and an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, guarded by the wings that were once symbols of heroism but now became shields of possessiveness. (Y/n), unaware of the internal struggle unfolding before her, greeted each customer with the same warmth that had initially drawn Hawks in. However, as the bakery buzzed with activity, the jealous ember within him flared brighter. Hawks found himself standing a little too close, intercepting conversations with a subtle territorial edge, his actions fueled by a longing to keep (Y/n) exclusively within the sphere of his attention.
"You're becoming a regular here, Hawks. What's the secret behind your sweet tooth?" she looked up from her task, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Hawks, caught off guard, couldn't help the accelerated beat of his heart. The playful banter masked the possessiveness that had taken root, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. "Well, (Y/n)," he began playfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I suppose the secret is the irresistible charm of the bakery and its owner." he says with a smirk adoring his lips. (Y/n) chuckled, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. "Smooth talker as always, Hawks. But there's more to it, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes." Hawks felt a mix of vulnerability and desire as he locked eyes with (Y/n). The bustling bakery seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment of charged silence. The warmth of the bakery, the sweet aroma, and the playful banter were overshadowed by the unspoken tension that crackled between them.
Hawks, however, held her gaze with unwavering sincerity. The usual twinkle in his golden eyes now reflected a mix of desire and possessiveness, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The tantalizing aroma of pastries and the soft hum of the bakery became a mere backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. "It's not just the sweets, (Y/n)," Hawks admitted, his voice a low murmur, "It's you. I can't get enough of you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that shifted the dynamics of their interactions. (Y/n)'s surprise lingered, her playful demeanor replaced by a subtle vulnerability. The air between them thickened with the unspoken truth, each passing moment carrying the weight of an uncharted path. Hawks, unable to restrain the possessiveness that had taken root within him, continued, "I want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of others having a taste of what should only be mine." The possessive edge in his words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Hawks had laid bare the desire to claim (Y/n), not just as a friend or a fleeting connection but as something more, something exclusive. The revelation hovered in the space between them, a palpable tension that awaited (Y/n)'s response.
As he awaited her response, the seconds felt like an eternity, and the symphony of the bakery's sounds became a distant hum. The golden glow of the lights overhead cast a warm hue on Hawks, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with vulnerability. The beat of his heart, once steady, quickened with every passing moment. The mixture of desire, possessiveness, and the uncertainty of (Y/n)'s reaction created a storm in Hawks' mind. The air, thick with the heady scent of baked goods and the promise of something more, seemed to press in on him, amplifying the racing rhythm of his heart. Each passing second heightened the intensity of the moment, and Hawks, for all his heroic exploits, found himself standing at the precipice of something new and uncharted. The subtle tension in the air mirrored the tempest within him, leaving him acutely aware of the fragility of the connection he had just exposed.
A sly grin danced on (Y/n)'s lips, the playful banter now shifting into a more intimate territory. The air, thick with the aroma of pastries and the unspoken tension between them, seemed to crackle with anticipation. Closing the gap between them, she leaned in towards Hawks, her voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I get off work at 9," she said, her words carrying a flirtatious undertone that hung in the air like a secret shared between them. The proximity between their bodies created an intimacy that transcended the bustling bakery around them, making the moment feel like a stolen secret in the midst of a crowd.
As she leaned in, Hawks, overcome by the intoxicating blend of emotions, mirrored her movements. Closing the remaining distance, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke volumes. The warm glow of the bakery lights framed the scene, turning the space between them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a fusion of warmth and sweetness that transcended the flavors of the pastries surrounding them. The world outside ceased to exist as the bakery, with its aroma of baked goods and the hum of daily life, became a backdrop to this intimate exchange.
"See you at 9," Hawks whispered, his words a tender promise that carried the weight of unspoken emotions. With a fleeting glance, he headed towards the door, leaving (Y/n) standing there, her (e/c) eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization. As the door closed behind him, the ambient sounds of the bakery seemed to return in full force, but for (Y/n), time stood still. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, she touched her lips, a gentle smile playing on her face as the warmth of the shared kiss lingered.
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unidentified-ending · 6 months
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Them catching you masturbating.
Male reader. Will make a female one later.
Ft. Hawks, Aizawa, Endeavour and Miurko
Hawks versionn
Possible ooc
Warning: contains nfsw under the cut
Hawks:
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Hawks at work.
Home alone.
Horny?
It was perfect.
Or so you thought
Not perfect when he entered you guys' apartment when you were so close to finishing.
You squirted some lube on the top of your cock tip, it slowly dripping down the side of your cock. It was already hard but you needed some wetness to fully get off.
Even though you knew you shouldn't of been doing this, it was the perfect opportunity and you were so horny that you had no other choice.
You placed a hand on your dick, sending shivers doqn your spine. It and been so long since you masturbated so it sort of feels foreign.
You start by slowly caressing your tip, rubbing light circles around it for a few seconds, making you softly close your eyes.
You then slowly rubbed up and down on your shaft, one of your hands coming up to pinch and play with your nipples.
You let out a groan as you slowly start to pick up your pace, rubbing up and down.
You did this for a few minutes and you felt your cock throbbing with pleasure.
By now your eyes were to the back of your head and your hand was on autopilot, jerking fast up and down your shaft. Ever so often touching the tip again.
You were on the verge, your hand wet with your pre-cum and lube all over it. Your toes curled, ready for the best orgasm of your life.
But that got cut off when you heard the jingle of keys at your door.
"Shit, shit" you say while searching for your boxers and your joggers. He came in, calling out for you.
You spotted your joggers, you bent down on the bed, reaching your hand down the side of the bed.
When Keigo walked into your room, he had a perfect view of your ass, he also spotted your dick in between your legs, throbbing and hard.
"Well. Certainly didn't expect to see that today." He says while still staring at your ass.
"Keigo, get out." You exclaim in embarrassment, your face heating up with a blush as you continueto try and reach for your boxers
"Awh but you look so sexy" he teases as he walks towards you and puts a soft hand on one of your ass cheeks and rubs it.
"Keigo-" you start but he cuts you off with a
"Nope, I know you were masturbating. Look at your dick, it's so hard" he says as he pulls your from the side of the bed and flips you on your back.
You were now pinned underneath him, helpless and embarrassed, your face tinted a dark pink.
"Let's me finsh the jobbb. Its only fair my beautiful boy." He starts before trailing his hands down your stomach then right to your dick.
He jerked it up and down a few times to get a slight reaction out of you and it worked. You were maoning, groaning and grinding on his hand.
But all of a sudden he stops, then gets in between your legs, and looks up at you with a huge smirk.
He licks your tip and you jerk upwards. He holds your thighs and down and says
"Let me do the work, baby".
He continues to lick your tip until he puts his while mouth around your shaft. You moan out loudly, felling the rush of pleasure in your veins.
You let your hand brush in his hair, fighting the urge to deepthroat him.
"Fuckkk~~mmm~~" you moan out as he finally gets you to the edge.
"Please~~please~" you beg and he does the combo of jerking you off and sucking yor tip.
"Fuck! Im cumming~~Keigoo~~" you moan out as your toes curl for final time and you shoot your load right into his mouth.
He happily swallows it all and he got up off your softening dick and said
"Invite me home like that more. I will fuck your ass next time I see you in that position, its so alluring. Come. shower" he brings you to the shower and you guys wash in peace.
Cl, this is my first smut ever so blame me if it's shit. Sorry. I tried my best
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nights-legacy · 1 year
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Hello, how are you? i would like to ask if you could do a imagine if you don't mind with hawks please where he gave him one of his feathers and at some point he starts to feel an extra heartbeat and realizes that she's pregnant, but no one even knew the reader with fluff please
Hope you like it! This was so cute to work on.
Baby Detector?- Hawks
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+ After a scare, Hawks gives you one of his feathers to give you both some peace of mind. A couple of months down the road, he notices something that sends his mind whirling.
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Being the No. 2 Hero is a dangerous job. Hawks has known very little of the domestic, fluffy life of being in a relationship. He honestly thought he would never experience that until he met you. You had completely flipped his world around for the better. He wanted to flaunt you to the world but he had seen how other Heroes' significant others had been in danger. He didn't want that so you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret.
Y/N's POV
I trudged into the apartment after a long day. Working for a publishing company, especially being the head assistant, Lends itself to being a busy job. It didn't help that there was a villain attack just outside our building, causing us to have to evacuate half way through the day.
"Keigo! I'm home." I snogged off my coat. Just as I took off my shoes, I was enveloped from behind by strong arms and wings. "Oh, hi!"
"Are you alright?" Keigo whispered into the back of my neck. I smiled at his concern. I set my head on top of his.
"Yes, baby. I'm fine."
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I was knee deep in another attack when I heard about your building and I..."
"Keigo!" I interrupted his rambling. I turned to cradle his face in my hands. "I am fine. I'm not hurt in any way."
"Good." He ran his hands up and down my arms while wrapping his wings tighter. He kissed my forehead. "Come on. I made dinner." He stepped back.
"You made dinner? Keigo Takami made dinner?" I joved. He rolled his eyes as he pulled me along.
"Ha ha. I know it's rare but I beat you home for once. So I decided to whip something up for when you got home." He shrugged. We got to the table and I saw a variety of things.
"Whip something up? You sure you're not trying to provide for a slew of people?" I laughed. He chuckled. "This is so nice, Kei. I'm going to wash up and be right back." I packed his lips and slipped away.
We ate until we were stuffed and well satisfied. We just finished the dishes and he drug me to the living room. He was all giddy and I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He sat me down on the couch.
"Okay. What's gotten into you?"
"I have something for you. Close your eyes." I shook my head but did as he asked. I heard him move away before returning quickly. "Okay hold out your hands. There, now open." I opened my eyes to see one of Keigo's feathers in my palms. It was attached to a beautiful gold chair.
"Keigo?" I looked up at him. He smiled.
"I wanted you to have one of my feathers. So you always know I'm with you. Also in case you ever need me, you have the most direct link. You know how my quirk works. So Yeah." He sat down next to me.
"Keigo... thank you." I leant forward and kissed him sweetly. "This is so thoughtful. Thank you." I put the necklace on before cuddling into his side.
"You're welcome my love." He got comfortable on the couch, cradling us in his wings.
"Buutt ... I know this is a double meaning gift." I felt him tense. "It's also so you can make sure for yourself that I'm alright. Especially after something like today."
"That obvious?" He chuckled before smiling sheepishly.
"Come on Keigo." I chuckled, pushing back to look at him. "You gave me this on the same day I was nearly in a catastrophe. You're slick but not that slick Hawks." I booped his nose. He laughed. He pulled me back down into his chest.
"Can't pull the wool over your eyes." I hummed before kissing him. The kiss started out simple and sweet but after a few moments, I wanted more. I squirmed around to sit on his lap, deepening the kiss. We pulled away, breathing heavily. He picked up the feather. "I can feel your heart beating."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And it's racing." He set his hand on my chest. "Are we excited lovebird? Do you want something?" He ducked under and kissed along my jawline.
"Keigo. If you even think about teasing..." I started but he cut me off with a kiss.
"Sh, sh. Don't worry." He said against my lips. He stood up with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I know what you want. I want it too."
"Then do something." I mumbled as he walked to our room.
*A couple of months later*
3rd POV
Hawks was sitting on a wall, taking a short break while Endeavor was on the phone with one of his kids. Shoto from the sound of it. It was a nice day. Not too hot with a nice breeze that blew through his feathers. At the feeling, he decided to check up on Y/N. He focused on the feather.
"There we go." He said as he felt her heart beat. He could feel her breathing evenly and that the heart rate was normal. No trouble, good. He thought to himself. He was about to move on when something small caught his attention. It was a small pitter patter that he could have easily missed. He "listened" for a moment to try and figure out what it was.
He wriggled his feather to juxtaposition where it laid on her. He determined it was on her stomach. He was stumped.
"What could it ..." He froze in realization. Soft sound. Pitter patter. Stomach. "She's... Oh man." He fell off the wall at the surprise.
"Good God, Hawks. Pull yourself together." Endeavor said as he narrowed his eyes at the birdman.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course Endeavor." He dusted himself off, shaking out his wings. He was jittery all over and the rest of the day he was restless. As soon as he got home, he was calling for Y/N. "Baby! Baby, where are you?"
"I'm here. In our room." Y/N called. He was across the apartment in a flash. He flew in the bedroom door. "Woah, woah! What's going on?"
Y/N's POV
I stared at him as he caught his breath. He looked like he had run a marathon. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to calm down. I couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance.
"Give me a second." He held up a finger. I held in another laugh. I could tell by his wings that he was excited about something.
"What's got you in such a tizzy?"
"I'm not for sure but I think I may have some big news." He straightened up and took a big breath.
"Okay then what's this maybe big news?" I asked. He took a step closer. I could see he was a bit nervous. I reared up and stroked his cheek. "Keigo?"
"I checked up on you today. Through, you know. When I did, I noticed something." He started. I urged him on. "I noticed a small sound that was barely there."
"You're not making any sense, Keigo." He chuckled. He looked down at my stomach before setting a hand on it.
"I heard what sounded like a heartbeat underneath yours, right here." I looked down at his hand and it took a moment to put two and two together.
"What!" I exclaimed. I looked him in the eyes. "You mean you think I'm..."
"Yeah." He nodded.
"I'm pregnant?" I said breathlessly.
"It's just a maybe but there is definitely something going on. So maybe be a good idea to go to the doctor?" He suggested. I was in a daze, still comprehending his words. "Baby?"
"Yes, yes. Doctor. Yes, I'll make an appointment. Um..."
"I want to go with you so can you schedule it on my day off." He asked.
"Keigo."
"Yes?" He met my eyes.
"That means someone will know about us..." He must have just now realized that.
"Right well. This um..." He stumbled on his words. He paused before a look of determination came over his face. "I will not let you go through this on your own. If you are pregnant, I won't have people thinking you're some type of hussy. They need to know that you are an honest woman and there is someone taking care of you." He said strongly.
"How chivalrous of you." I chuckled lightly. He smiled, setting his forehead on mine.
"Plus, it wouldn't be so bad if people knew, right? At least the people we're closest to us?"
"Yes. It wouldn't be so bad." I agreed. "On both people knowing and our own... Our own baby."
"Can you imagine it? A kid of our own?"
"Yeah. I can." I said, looking down at his hand still on my stomach. I place mine on top of his before reaching up to cup his cheek.
"A mini us." he whispered before kissing me. I sighed, kissing him back. He pulled away suddenly. "Oh! We need to pick a room for a nursery!" He took off running.
"Keigo! Don't get ahead of yourself!" I laughed, chasing after him.
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Hawks | The Blood On My Hands
▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST
▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Hawks forgot to save everyone else but you, officially getting written up by HR and yourself.
▸▸▸ DETAILS : Angst, fem!reader, quirkless!reader, Hawks is your boyfriend, argument frfr, fluff and praise if you squint
▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Smut
▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: dont forget to like >:>>
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"Y/n, come on, look at me. I said look at me," Keigo says firmly. "You don't understand what this job is. Sometimes you have to make these choices."
You glare at him with glossed-over eyes across the shiny kitchen counter.
"There were people, Keigo. You could've saved so many people, and you chose to save me. You made that decision on your own without asking. You're supposed to save as many people as you can." Your voice is quiet compared to his. None of you want this argument to transform into a fight, having both been through a lot in the past twelve hours.
The tiny cuts on your hand from holding onto a worn-out piece of wood for at least fifteen minutes earlier started to prick as you absent-mindedly poked at them.
"I don't expect you to understand."
"You're right, I don't."
"Right, no, you don't. You don't fucking know what it's like. I don't give a shit if you don't understand, you have no right to be mad at me for saving you. You not having a quirk in this society makes you entirely defenceless. What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?!" Keigo's voice picked up in volume and anger, shouting at you in desperation for a hint of comprehension. "Just stay back and watch you die?!"
You looked away. "No, don't fucking look away from me, look at me." Keigo had a big thing for communication and eye contact, always searching for your gaze to understand your feelings. For you to understand his. "Would you have really preferred for me to let you die in front of me?"
"It's not about me Kei... It's about everyone else. They also deserved to be saved."
"You don't think I already have blood on my hands? I know you don't think it's fair. I know that." The hero's calloused hands grasped the edge of the counter, sighing. "I can't do my job if you're not safe," he continues. "There's nothing in this world worth saving if you're not here with me, (Y/n). Literally nothing. I do this job because I want to keep people safe ― which includes you by the way ― but also one day, truly live in a society where heroes actually have too much time on their hands, like the people say. So I can spend time with you, and be an active part of our life together instead of coming home at three in the morning while you're already asleep. Or having to plan a month in advance for a single date because of all the paperwork I have to fill out just to take the night off."
His voice picks up again. "Fucking look around, (Y/n)! Everything I fucking do is for you! This place? For you. My job? For you. I intend to keep you safe until my dying breath. Until someone takes a spear to my heart. I don't give a fuck if you don't approve of how I do it."
Keigo's large wings, extending outwards in a threatening way, showed the extent of the hero's feelings. A sincerity you can't fake, a vow you can't disprove. He looked like an angel from the other side of the counter, an angel with red wings and worn-out eyes, courtesy of the duty he felt he had to fulfill.
The hero lowered his head once again, his wings faltering. "I just... I can't lose you (Y/n). You're all I have left."
He knew you didn't mind him crying around you, but he always wanted to seem stronger than that. He had weaknesses but never owned up to them. This time, it was different. "I would repeat what I did a thousand times over if it meant us having this argument right now... if it meant you were sitting at the other end of the counter, safe and strong enough to talk back to me." Keigo looked up, tears brimming his eyes. His voice was shaky and uneven, finding cracks to seep through every now and then.
You frowned. You felt bad as Keigo described you as "all he had left". Although you didn't want him to extend favouritism towards you, you knew he wasn't capable of it. He would choose you over any group of people. Over Japan.
Over the entire world, if it came down to it.
And here you were, as he felt you were rejecting everything he's ever offered and will ever offer. He felt you were rejecting him.
"You have to understand," Keigo walked around the counter towards you. "You have to understand you're the reason the world even has Hawks. You're the reason they still have..." he inhaled a sharp breath, "...Keigo Takami. Without you, there's none of that hero shit. I'm yours first, hero second," he said like a guilty child. He was vulnerable.
You extended your hands to meet his stubbly face, chasing away his tears with your thumbs. You didn't mind seeing him cry, but that didn't mean you liked it either.
There was so much guilt, so much self-resentment, distress and loneliness inside of Keigo. You made him feel human and alive like he no longer had to be a shell of himself to exist around others. He was aware he was dropping that responsibility onto you, and that it wasn't fair to keep pushing you to accept him and all his baggage, but he knew that you would, selfishly hoping that you would never change your mind.
"Kei..." you spoke softly and sighed. "I just want you to do the right thing."
"I will," he says, knowing you both knew it was a lie. He would continue to pick you over everything if he was given the choice.
Keigo kissed you. Not just a quick peck to settle the argument, no; he kissed you until he couldn't breathe. He was yearning to capture the tiniest bit of your love for him, of your affection, just to satiate his sick mind.
You kissed back, but it wasn't enough for the greedy hero. Keigo grew needier, moving his hands from your face to your torso, caressing your breasts as best as he could through the fabric of your shirt and your bra. He needed you. He needed you to be all over him, a mess, so he could forget his mistakes and feel good.
You started to slowly give in, pushing your bodies together until Keigo was between your thighs. His feathers rustled together feeling the contact from his clothed dick to your crotch as he grinded on you gently. The attention he was giving you was priceless, and you felt adoration from every touch of his fingertips.
"I need you baby, come on, give it to me," he muttered against your lips, trailing them from your mouth to your neck. He wanted you to want it as much as he did before he did anything. Keigo was a gentleman after all.
He elicits gentle moans from you as he sucks on your neck, having slipped one hand under your bra to play with your breast as the other one rested on your thigh, holding you in place while he rocked his lower body against yours. "Please," he pleads once more.
"Kei, come on, you're teasing," you whined as his index came in contact with your nipple. He smirked. Your tone, your now needy body, your flushed face, your words... could raise his ego to the heavens way more than his hero status. Every time. Without fail.
Keigo picked you up from your waist placing you on the table. "You want it babybird? Hm? You want me fucking pounding your little cunt until you can't form a sentence? Is that what you want?" Even though his dirty talk was engulfed in lust, it was simply to rile you up, to make you as desperate for him as he wanted. In reality, his words were dripping in love, a different tone than when you're casually having sex.
"Answer me, hm? Tell me, love, is that what you want? Is that what your pussy needs from me, baby?" he continues, holding your jaw tightly to force you to look at him. Just like in arguments, he's very strong on eye contact.
"Yes, please, Kei, you're making me wait."
Keigo chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know... I know baby," he said as he felt a wave of sadness take over him. He removed your top first, following with your bra as you pawed at his shirt, silently asking for him to take it off which he did. He knew skin-to-skin was important to you. Keigo followed with your bottoms and the last remaining piece of your underwear before discarding the rest of his own clothing, all while keeping his mouth on yours. He was mixing up sadness and desperation in his mind, as well as relief, pain, love, and care.
How dare he call himself a man. How dare he call himself a hero.
Holding back his tears, he kept your legs open around him and his hands firmly placed on your hips to stop you from wriggling, entering you with full intent. You could sense something was wrong judging by his emotionally pained expression and by his sudden change of tone and pace. Keigo needed this, truly, but felt he would break down any minute now.
"Baby," you spoke up, but he just shook his head.
"No. Shut up, I'm fine, just let me have this, please," his voice cracked. He was not fine. But he wanted this.
Keigo began to rock his body against yours, jaw locking at the pleasure. His sadness transformed into anger, not towards you, but towards himself. His hips snapped against yours, pathetic moans and whines escaping your mouth with every one of his movements.
He felt okay shortly after for the first time in the night. He was in his own personal heaven, there, right between your legs, making you feel good, making you writhe under his touch. He could die happy knowing he could make you feel this good.
You clawed at Keigo's back, right under his wings so as to not hurt the more delicate feathers of them. He was in too much bliss to talk and knew you were too. The way the head of his cock hit your cervix just right, and your spongy walls throbbed against his length drove him insane. A throbbing, shaky, moaning mess under him, and the sight alone could make him cum anytime.
Keigo reached a hand down to play with your clit, making slow circles around it. He didn't want to overstimulate you, just bring you close to his orgasm.
"You gonna cum baby? Y-You gonna cum all over my cock? God, you feel so fucking heavenly," he whined and moaned. He was twitching inside you and was waiting for you to be close to release.
"Mh- K-Keigo- I-"
He smirked and shushed you gently, his mouth next to your ear with his body slumped over. "C-Cum for me princess, my pretty baby."
Keigo's thrusts became irregular as he felt you tighten around him and the slick from your orgasm drip down in between his thighs, the feeling making him cum as deep as he could, holding you close with his arms. He mumbled through his high.
"'Gonna protect you. 'M gonna offer you the world babybird. I'll make it worth it. I'll make it worth it..."
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