#takami keigo x y/n

[thecatduet422]

All I Want

hawks x reader one shot

Rating: Teen

Tags: romance, fluff, holiday themed

Summary: You struggle to come up with the perfect gift for Keigo...

xmas fic exchange for @lou-struck!

word count: 2k

All I Want

He hated flying in the snow. Keigo never said it, but you could tell.

He would walk through the door and the first thing you noticed was his wings, slumped down with fatigue, feathers falling out everywhere. And even then, Hawks seemed to not care. He would just step inside with a hidden smile.

It was small, but there was more feeling in it than any other smile he's ever had on patrol. You could see it lying underneath; soft, calm, almost vulnerable, now that you think about it. 

You told yourself, He's just happy to be inside.

Selfishly, you liked to believe you're the only one who's seen it; the subtle glow of light that waves through Keigo's face when he takes that first step in.

You know it's a fantasy, but you've long decided that it didn't matter anyway. The smile alone was enough, and you would do anything to keep seeing it.

But then your eyes would travel to the dark circles under his eyes. Then to his hair, wild and damp, sprinkled with snow. Then finally, the wings, with the lower feathers dragging on the floor, the upper half ruffled from the cold.

It was enough to break your heart. Especially when you knew Keigo didn't need to be here.

So you tried to make it as easy as possible for him. You always had towels folded neatly by the door. You added more blankets to drape over the couch. You started plating cookies on a regular basis, and you even started making hot cocoa around the time Keigo always showed up.

And despite the teasing persistence of your friends, you honestly weren't trying to win him over or anything. You really just wanted him to do nothing. Nothing but eat, drink, and relax. Breathe.

You had a feeling Keigo was catching onto you, but he didn't say anything, at least not yet. He would act cheerfully sly, play along with your game, and when you peeked a glance at him, you would catch it- the smile again, full and unhindered.

You told Keigo to take it easy, to take more breaks in between patrols. You even told him he didn't have to visit so much, if need be. He could just go to his own place after work. You would understand.

But he didn’t listen. Instead, Keigo just pinched your cheek affectionately.

Don't worry about me, little bird. I'm doing just fine.

And of course, that only made you more stubborn to make things easier for him.

One particular night, you noticed his wings were particularly droopier than usual, and so you suggested using a blow dryer on them.

And oh, how that will live in your brain.

Keigo, sighing and melting against you, as his feathers ruffled with bliss, absolutely entranced by the hot hair breezing through his wings.

And even though the sheer memory had you fluttering into little pieces, you told yourself, it's nothing. 

You would go to do simple things; toss him a blanket, grab him a mug, a cookie. And through the actions, you found yourself begging again, Take a break. Just one day off.

And Keigo would pat your head, telling you again.

It's the job, chickadee. I'm fine.

Just the curse of being Number Two.

But then, again, you would see the self-sacrifice harboring within him. The lines of exhaustion etched onto his face as Keigo passed out on the couch, too tired to wake up.

Your decision was made as you threw the blanket over him, his feathers fluttering slightly as you did so. 

You were getting him something for the holidays. Something just for him, dammit.

You asked Keigo about it once, and of course, he just smiled, saying your company more than enough…

Fuck! How was that supposed to help you?! 

You guess you could try something for the cold; a scarf, a hat, a jacket… but then, Keigo had more than enough of that stuff from his agency. Maybe there was something you could buy for his wings?

You tried searching on the internet but of course, everything you found would just affect his flying. There was nothing you could get that would help him. And then again, if there really was something, wouldn't the agency have come up with it already?

You could try getting his favorite coffee or candy. That would be a safe bet, but… you wanted something sentimental. He's Hawks, the Winged Hero, dammit. What the hell could you give him that he didn't already have?

Diving into your regular holiday rituals of decorating and baking, you pondered over it helplessly, until you got to the point where you were absolutely, completely and utterly, stumped. Brain dead.

You couldn't think of anything.

Getting your home ready for the holidays suddenly felt sour. You finally had someone to share it with, and you couldn't even think of anything to get him. All you could do was just, be there, bumbling around like an idiot while Keigo-

"Ack!" you screamed, cut out from your own mumbling thoughts as Keigo perched in front of your window, scaring the shit out of you.

He smiled at you and waved.

You huffed, grumpily taking off your apron before going to meet him at the door.

And yet, you still found yourself smiling when opening the door.

"Hey."

"Hey!" he called back joyfully. 

And again, that smile was almost enough to brighten your mood. You felt yourself start to relax, sink into the fact that Keigo was here again.

But then you caught the mischievous look in his eye.

"What?" you asked suspiciously, crossing your arms.

But Keigo just moved around you, heading into the kitchen for cookies. His wings were tucked securely behind him, shielding his back, the bottom feathers dragging on the floor.

You sighed defeatedly and followed, heading into the kitchen to find Keigo already polishing off a cookie.

His one arm was precariously hidden behind his back.

You leaned against the wall. "So… whatcha got there?"

"Oh, nothing much," Keigo told you with a mouth full of cookie, crumbs falling down the corners of his mouth.

And then he set that stupid smile on you again, making your stomach flip with excitement but also churn with dread.

Keigo got you a gift.

And you had nothing for him.

Fuuuuuuck, you could facepalm yourself right now.

"Keigo, listen-" you sighed, deciding to confess it now before the real embarrassment began, "- you really don't have to get me anything. Really. I couldn't even get anything for you!"

"But I already bought it!" he defended, holding up the box for you. It was small, fitting easily into the palm of his hand, wrapped prettily in shiny red paper- as red as his wings, you noted- and tied together with a glittery gold bow.

It was way too small to be something like a candle, or a new set of kitchen utensils, or anything else you would freely accept as a gift.

No, you thought, feeling your stomach drop.

 It's jewelry.

"Really, Keigo. You don't have to. It's too much," you told him, shooing away the gift.

"You haven't even seen it yet. At least open it first," Keigo reasoned, charming his way in. "I did wrap it myself, you know…"

And even though he appeared cocky, the look in his eyes was so pleading, you found breaking. You hesitated.

"Okay," you finally sighed, holding out your hand for the gift.

Keigo looked so proud of himself as he gave you the box, but all you could do was catch the sad sight of his feathers again, now noticing that he was missing quite a few. There were also some tears in his jacket…

"Do you want to change first?" you offered. "I'm sure it was a long patrol. Don't you-"

"You're not getting out of this, little bird," Keigo told you affectionately, but there was also a tone of finality behind it. He was putting his foot down.

You unwrapped the gift, eyes still warily glued to the wings. Then you felt the velvet box in your hand, it's smooth surface prompting you to admire it for a moment before opening it cautiously.

You were pleasantly surprised to see it was a necklace, the slim gold chain swooping down to reveal a small pendant of a songbird, small and reflective, matching its link effortlessly. And, you had to admit, the bird looked cute, with its tiny little body in mid-flight.

"Thank you. I love it," you honestly told him, relieved to see that it wasn't some extravagant, overly expensive piece infused with diamonds or whatever. You really did love it. You could imagine yourself wearing it everyday, actually.

"Here." Keigo gently took the box from you, watching with amusement as your smile naturally grew across your face. He worked through the paper and ties holding the necklace together and held  it out for you when it was finally free, motioning for you to turn around.

You followed, feeling the cool metal drape around your collarbone, Keigo's fingers brushing the back of your neck lightly.

You turned back around, but he stayed in place, still close to you as he admired his gift proudly, cautiously adjusting it so that the bird rested on the center of your chest. As he did so, you caught the warmth radiating from in eyes, even though the rest of him was cold. You knew. You could feel it. But Keigo didn't show it nor did he care, his eyes staying on you dearly. Lovingly.

And you couldn't even get him anything. You're such a terrible friend.

"Aw, crap," you cried, guilt instantly crushing you. You turned away from him.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong, little bird?" Keigo asked, panicked yet gentle as he moved to grab your shoulder, getting you to look back at him. He huffed softly in amusement. "Is it really that bad?"

You shook your head, eyes stinging slightly with tears. "I really couldn't get you anything. I'm so sorry, Keigo."

"C'mon now," he crooned, tucking your head into his chest as he trapped you in a hug. You had a feeling if his wings weren't in the state they were in, he would hold them up around you, securing you in him. "It's alright, little bird. Really. It's a gift just to come home with you."

"Home?" you asked timidly, muffled by the hold he had on you. Keiho loosened his grip so you could look up at him. You suddenly felt shy, hearing the word.

He really didn't mean that, did he?

"Yeah, home." Keigo smiled fully, tightening his arms back around you. "More so than my place anyway."

And the almost sad, almost pained strain on his face made you realize, Keigo wasn't just coming over for company. He actually felt at peace here, with you. It was what you wanted all along. And now that you actually had it, it all suddenly became clear.

You moved out of his grasp to go to a nearby drawer. You opened and rummaged through it for a moment before you found it.

And there it was

You held it out for him to see, your own proudful smile gracing your features.

A key, shiny and silver. A perfect opposite to your necklace.

"Since you like it here so much," you joked shyly, carefully placing the key into his palm.

And the secret look of happiness Keigo always wore suddenly magnified. It was warm. Real. No longer was the cool facade of Hawks there. Right now, you were just seeing Keigo. One hundred percent.

The smile you were fighting for. 

You don't know who moved first, but suddenly you're wrapped up in Keigo. You, holding onto the lapels of his jacket, and him, wrapping his arms around your lower back. The both of you felt your lips clash together desperately, deeply, the both of you finally expressing all of your worry and needing and love into this one final move.

It was a dream come true for you.

Eventually, you both broke away,  almost timidly, but you still remained close, foreheads touching as Keigo smiled down at you and you up at him.

'Thank you for the present, little bird," he murmured to you.

"No problem," you joked quietly before moving to kiss him again. "Welcome home."

[lostinwildflowers]

YO (idk if I can do two together like this but) number 17 from the gestures prompt matches SO WELL with the first line from the dialogue list ("Hold on, let me fix this for you." ) LIKE OMG. IMAGINE THAT WITH HAWKS. IM DEAD ALREADY.

Smudged

Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Reader

Summary: A dressed up night is unusual for you and Hawks, yet all you want to do is go home and relax together.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing NSFW, Hawks being a flirty shit, fluff<3

A/N: Just for my special Nem Nem! I've actually been on an MHA kick so this works in my favor. Enjoy some ~shmexy~ Hawks! -Birch<3

Prompts used:

1. "Hold on, let me fix this for you."

17. Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Waiters and waitresses rushed by your table, platters of fine wines and cheese charcuterie boards bustling past. For one of the fanciest and highest-rated restaurants in Japan, you somehow felt uncomfortable.

Your husband, Keigo, sat across from you at your premier seating arrangement. Your view was gorgeous, you couldn't deny it.

It was a red brick rooftop overlooking the city below, with the sun setting across the skyscrapers, painting them in soft shades of lavender and baby blue just as the sun was sinking.

The city below you was alive, it was Friday night after all. Horns honked on the roadways below, everyone rushing around to meet up with friends or get home to watch the newest episode of their favorite show.

The best view was the one sitting across from you- Keigo. Leaning back in his chair, he seemed completely unbothered by the looks the two of you were getting.

It wasn't hard to see why he was the best sight around. His blonde curls were soft and smoothed out of his face, just a stray curl falling out of place to lay on his forehead.

His hair was longer than usual, but you didn't seem to mind. You preferred to run your fingers through the feathery pieces when they were longer, as it gave you a way to draw him close to you.

Keigo's skin was clear and ever so slightly dewy from the heat of the night, the bastard. Paired with his golden gaze and dark, thick lashes, he was glowing.

The part that seemed to have you bewitched was the white button-down covering his torso. It was a plain, white dress shirt, yes, but Keigo made it look like it should have been on a runway.

The sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, showing off his strong and thick forearms. To fancy up his outfit, he even wore his newest watch, the silver glinting with the rays of the sun.

As if that wasn't enough, a few bands of silver covered his fingers, the rings enhancing the length and thickness of the digits, which you had to keep steering your mind away from.

Keigo seemed to be on a roll trying to distract you because in addition to his arms and hands looking inviting, the top two buttons were undone around his collar. His defined clavicle poked through, the necklace with your initial hanging around his neck making your heart flutter every time you looked at it.

To top it all off, well-fitting black slacks and dress shoes pulled the whole look together. And he had the audacity to sit across from you and not even realize he was a heaven-sent angel.

"Hey love," his voice rips you out of your trance, "I'm thinking I either want the grilled chicken salad or the pork shogayaki. What do you think?"

His eyes flash up to meet yours innocently, his golden gaze genuine as he gauged your reaction. He gets distracted looking at you though.

There you are, looking shy and uncomfortable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Your hair was pinned up on your head, leaving your neck accessible to the air to stay cool.

Small bits and pieces of jewelry donned your ears, wrists, and neck, but nothing too flashy. Even though Keigo promised to take you to the fanciest place in Japan, you didn't feel like standing out.

A black dress was your first choice, the cut tight around your waist but flowed out around your hips, the fabric perfect for getting twirled around the dance floor.

Keigo's favorite part about your look? The deep burgundy lipstick that glimmered almost too much on your lips. They just looked so kissable, so bite-able, that he was completely distracted from ordering.

You look back at your husband, giving him an uncertain smile before mumbling, "Oh, that all sounds lovely, but..." You trail off as another set of waiters hustle by, and you scooch toward Keigo to avoid them.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your chair, his gaze following the wait staff to ensure none of them touched you by accident.

When the coast is clear and he turns back to you, your face still holds a hint of nervousness. He smiles at you softly and asks, "Spit it out, love."

You close your eyes and huff before picking up his golden gaze and murmuring, "I kind of just want to go home."

Before he can say anything, you wave your hands in front of you and protest, "And it's not because dinner isn't going to be good or I don't enjoy the view, or that I don't appreciate you bringing me to this really fancy-" "Y/n/n," he cuts you off.

He gives you a wide and cheeky grin as he replies, "Doll, I was waiting to see how long it took you to break." Your mouth falls open in shock as you playfully swat at him, but he chuckles and catches your failed attempt.

Instead, he clasps your wrist and hauls you to your feet, walking you around the tables to the edge of the restaurant. His wings poof out behind him, and he releases your hand to step up onto the edge of the roof.

Then, Keigo turns around to face you, well aware of the gazes of everyone around you glued to his spectacle. He grins wickedly before offering you his hand and stating, "My lady?"

You roll your eyes as you take his hand, and just like that, you are whisked off into the sunset. You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips as he wraps his arms around you, the wind tugging at your clothes and hair.

Keigo tries flying as smoothly as he can to get you home comfortably, but he also enjoys the time he can have you wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world.

The second you land on your specialized balcony after your short flight, he sets you down gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. Keigo gazes down at you softly and whispers, "I don't care if we go out to the fanciest place to eat or stay in and order KFC. I just want to see you smile and be happy."

Your hands come up to play with the hair at the base of his neck as you whisper back, "I am happy." He smiles at you gently, leaning in to kiss you before he freezes.

His sharp gaze manages to see a smudge of lipstick at the edge of your bottom lip. Must have bumped something on the flight home.

You pout as he pulls away from you, and it takes everything in him to not lean down and smash his lips against yours at the plushness of your lips. Keigo just chuckles and says, "Hold on baby, let me fix this for you."

Your body stills as one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip to clear off the small red stain. Just before he can completely pull his hand away, you ever so slightly lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his finger, painting it red.

You can feel his body pause against yours, and you giggle at the red suddenly dusting Keigo's cheeks. "Good to know I still have that effect on you after all these years," you joke, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Oh love, you have that effect on me every day. And in this dress?" He whistles at the end of his sentence, his gaze flickering up and down to take in your appearance. Keigo's words are flirty, yes, but his eyes are full of love as he leans into you, gently nuzzling your nose against his own.

"Keigo Takami, are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Y/n Takami, are you always this enchanting?"

"C'mon bird brain, show me how you'd like to clean up this lipstick."

"I can think of a few different positions~"

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Pretty Bird

This is a repost/rewrite from my Ao3 account. I'm slowly migrating my one-shots over.

Hawks x F.Stalker!Reader

WC: 2k

CW/TWS: Heavy dub-con, Knife play, blood play, bondage, breath play, edging, BDSM dynamics (the honorific Mistress is used), overstimulation, kidnapping, drugging, reader is massively obsessed with Hawks, reader has a quirk that basically sends Hawks into a rut.

I think that's everything? If I missed something, please let me know :)

He sat naked in a chair, expertly tied up with a soft, sturdy nylon that matched the vermillion red of his feathers. His chest heaved up and down heavily, trying to catch a breath against the silk gag that was inserted into his mouth, secured around the back of his neck. Hawks' wings flared out to their full size, causing you to gasp; it was a beautiful sight. 

You couldn’t help but want to play with the bird. Watching him fly through the city and save innocents drove you mad. It wasn't jealousy. Of course not. It was more that they got something you didn't—to be close to him.

Your scent was driving him wild, thanks to your quirk. It drove people wild, especially men like Hawks that were prone to ruts. Which is exactly what you intended to happen as you sat on his lap, slowly grinding your hips against his.

Hawks' eyes stared into your own, pupils blown wide as you dragged the tip of a knife down his bare chest, leaving behind a gorgeous crimson trail that leaked painted his skin that matched his wings. The wings you kept eyeing, hoping to run your fingers through, to feel their softness. Were they as sensitive as they looked?

The feeling of his rock-hard cock pressed up against your core as you ground your hips against his made Hawks’ eyes roll into the back of his head, relishing in the feeling. You wanted to keep him here as your plaything, but you knew it would only last so long before someone started looking for him—the number one hero can only go missing for so long.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to capture you and make you my own?” You whispered softly against his ear, biting the lobe.

Hawks bucked his hips in response, mumbling softly against the gag you had shoved into his mouth before he had woken up. You had to use a sedative on him; he wouldn't have understood if you had just asked him to come with you. You needed him to listen. You kissed down his jaw to his neck, gently dragging the back of the knife up his chest, causing him to shiver against the cold steel. 

“Want to say something, pretty bird?” he nodded but tilted his head to the side, allowing you full access to the sweat-coated skin there. The soft spot between his neck and shoulder begged to be bitten and marked. You ached for it, “You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

Another nod. 

Climbing off his lap, you discarded the knife and chuckled darkly at the loud, pathetic whimper that escaped his sinful lips. Hawks' eyes widened in embarrassment. The red that flooded his cheeks radiated to the tips of his ears, painting his skin deliciously.

He was so cute.

You kneeled down and discarded the knife next to an array of toys that were laid out on a silk sheet. Your eyes slowly trailed up to the hard cock that was twitching with need as you landed on a small vibrator. 

You shuffled between his thighs, your tongue poking out to trail up his length, moaning at the flavor of the precum that had dripped from his slit.

“I want you to be a good boy for me. If you do, I might just let you fuck me the way I know you want to. Is the heat building up in you yet? The need.”

You let your quirk flow from you, filling the room with your scent, and Hawks growled. The primal need to take you until you knew nothing but his body quickly becoming too much for him to handle.

He pulled and pushed against the restraints around his ankle and arms, desperate to grab you and feel your skin against his while he rutted into you mercilessly.

The tiny egg vibrator in your hand clicked on, and you pressed it to the base of his cock, using a small velcro strap to secure it around his base. Hawks flung his head back at the sudden sensation and let loose a muffled moan around his gag, spit slowly seeping from the sides. You gripped the knife in your hand again, your eyes wide as you watched his hips buck and writhe under the vibrations. You tasted copper in your mouth as you bit your lip a little too hard.

You stood suddenly, and he flinched. A frown pulled between your eyebrows as the knife tip rested against his thigh.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you whispered incredulously.

The strong muscles of his back tensed tightly as you pressed a button on the small remote in your free hand, causing the vibrator to increase in strength while you cut the strap to the gag around his neck, a loud moan of pleasure ripping through the room. 

“Ah, fu-fuck. Why are you doing this?” Hawks moaned in between each thrust against the glorious pleasure.

The knife clattered to the floor as you pushed a hand into a wing, carding your fingers against the soft plumage, reveling in their softness. Watching his reaction to the sudden stimulation of his most sensitive appendage caused a feral grin to creep across your face.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Keigo" you cooed, ignoring his question. He'd learn soon enough. "We can’t have you cumming just yet.” You pressed another button shutting off the vibrator, keeping him at the edge of an explosive release. 

Hawks ground his teeth. “Turn it back on, God, please turn it back on.”

He was pathetic, begging you like this from just a little stimulation. “I’ll do anything! Let me cum!” 

“Beg more for me. It's a beautiful sound."

Your thighs were slick with your own arousal. Watching this powerful hero succumb to your every touch and caress made you feel powerful beyond measure. It was almost too easy to get him to this point. You teased your hand down to the base of his wing, where it met his scapula, raking your nails against the overly sensitive spot.

He was shaking, too desperate to paint his own thighs in his cum to care about his dignity.

“Let me cum! Please, Mistress— I’ll do anything for you. To you. Just please!” It came out in broken groans. You flicked the vibrator back on to full strength and grabbed the base of Hawks' wing, looking over his shoulder as another scream of pleasure bounced off the walls as he came.

The only sounds in the room were Hawks panting breaths as he tried to come down from his high and the still vibrating egg. It was the most exquisite sight you had ever seen, watching your number one hero cum because of you. Only you could bring him this kind of pleasure.

You dragged your nails down the space between Hawks' wings, relishing in the shiver it sent through his whole body.

“I’m not done with you,” you whispered softly. The chair he was strapped against creaked loudly as he pulled against the restraints again, trying to get at you.

You walked around to the front of the chair, trailing your fingers over Hawks' too-hot skin and straddling his lap, pressing yourself against the vibrations still assaulting his cock. You pulled him into a deep kiss and moaned into it loudly, finally feeling enough pleasure to start taking the edge off the growing need within yourself. 

Hawks nipped at your bottom lip and pulled before letting it go, leaning forward to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. Deep purple marks bloomed against your skin, decorating it in his signature.

“Let me feel you, Mistress, please. I need your wet cunt wrapped around me. I know you're soaked.”

He rocked his hips forward, causing the vibrator to press more firmly into the swollen and aching clit.  

You reached a hand down to the side of the chair and pulled on a length of the nylon, tying Hawks down, a quick release for the soft material. As soon as they were free, his hands wandered your body frantically, one hand sliding to the base of your skull and into your hair, pulling at the roots harshly, his other dipping between your thighs. The sweet pain made you moan.

This was what you wanted.

You had hoped to tease him to the point of insanity.

You ran your hand down the length of his still pulsing hard cock and unstrapped the vibrator, tossing it to the side. 

You sat up so you could look down into his eyes and grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open. You curled your tongue, gathering some saliva before spitting it into his mouth. Your pussy clenched as his eyes rolled back.

“You have one chance to make me cum," you ordered. "If you cum before I do, I’ll go back to torturing you until you’re a crying mess under me.”

Hawks didn’t miss a beat as he gripped your hips tightly and lined the tip of his cock with your dripping wet hole, slamming you down while he thrust his hips up, filling you thoroughly in one swift movement. 

The guttural moan that left his throat was nothing short of primal as he began to thrust harshly into your core as deeply as he could, bullying against your cervix.

Hawks leaned his head forward and captured one of your erect nipples between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it in a soothing motion.

The way he made you feel just from a few motions alone was nothing you had ever experienced. Sounds of skin against skin and loud moans of pleasure were overwhelming as he bounced you up and down on his lap, harder and harder with each thrust.

Hawks quickly released your nipple and threw his head back, gritting his teeth. His cock twitched within you, and his movements became erratic; you knew he was close—refusing to cum before he could make you fall apart on his cock. Hawks stood up and quickly laid you down against the floor, pulling your legs up and placing them on his shoulders, folding you until your knees butted up against your chest.

"You feel so good, Mistress," Hawks said, tears prickling at his eyes as overstimulation began to run through his body.

You wrapped your hand around Hawks' throat and squeezed enough to cause the sucking of air between his teeth to turn ragged. You felt your walls clench and flutter around him, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, right there, Keigo. Don't stop!" Your moans were the most precious thing he had ever heard.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles into it, the last push you needed to fall over the edge and into the most intense orgasm you had ever had.

Hearing his name from your lips sent him over the edge, slamming into you once more before exploding within your greedy cunt, hot ropes of cum filling you.

His thrusts turned sloppy, unable to stop himself from continuing to bottom out in you and a broken sob leaked from his lips as he felt his balls tighten, your still pulsing cunt gripping him tightly.

He pulled out and flipped you over, laying you flat on your stomach before pushing his cock back into you with his legs on either side of your closed ones, the new position allowing him to slide faster against your silken walls.

His hand slid under you both and found your clit, resuming your ministrations to the bud as he rutted into you.

"One more, Mistress. Let me make you come one more time," he moaned in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

It didn't take much for the coil in your lower belly to build and snap as he expertly thrust into you.

A singular broken moan was all he could muster as he came, milking the rest of the cum he had to offer from him.

He collapsed partly on top of you, his breath ragged and broken, before gently pulling out and rolling over onto the floor, facing you. His hand reached up, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

A soft smile graced his beautiful lips. “Who are you, and where have you been all my life?”

He could ignore the kidnapping if this was what waited for him.

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A/N: Hey. How we doin'? I know different than usual stuff—surprise! I posted a poll earlier today asking if I should post something dark and figured you all have never seen me post something dark, which would make it difficult to see if you enjoy my style of dark, so I should probably do that. I'm honestly enjoying Tumblr more than I did Ao3; I don't feel as pressured to post here as I did there.

I'm thinking about starting a tag list.

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: making onigiri for Takami Keigo

✨slow burn, foodccentric, basically about food✨

synopsis: There's this small diner by the outskirts of Musutafu that Keigo enjoys. Sure, with his salary as a hero within Top 10, he could splurge more than average but there was something that drew him back to the old rickety diner, with worn out tables, shojis and the shinto altar by the wall.

tags: @goodnightlittleme @thunder-skull @milenas-welt @fandomenbylover @asras-sweetheart @talknerdytomexd @02sdoll @soft-lilith @vtte @diabolical-succubi @buttercupmuffin28-blog @nikki152006fanfictions @ramenaddicted @shadowzena43

Artist: @Takoyaki Tech

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"Are you out of chicken dishes?"

   You looked up to see someone new. A man of average height with a slim and narrow build. He has feathery, ash blond hair, swept messily backward, with some of the front tufts sticking up in arcs above his head, notably thick eyelashes, and some faint stubble on his chin.

   His eyes are golden-brown and rather triangular, with two little black triangles just below his tear ducts, making his eyes somewhat resemble those of a bird. His Quirk is obvious with him having a set of large bright red wings with feathers on his back.

   He wears a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern like a ripple in a pond, over which he has a tan jacket with a high collar, the insides and cuffs of the sleeves lined with white fur, and black gloves. He has a red square-shaped lobe covered by a pair of yellow headphones.

  

   The steam from the grill is making you sweat. You grab a towel from your apron's pocket to wipe your face.

  

   "My menu changes day to day." You gestured to the display glass.

  

   "Grilled sardines?" the bewildered tone got to you.

  

   You put your hands on your waist and raised an eyebrow at the customer. "You got something against sardines?"

  

   "It's like old people food."

  

   Would it be bad if you leapt over the counter and started slapping this stranger for looking down on your grandma's comfort food?

  

   "Don't knock it 'til you try it!" You picked up the tongs and flipped the sardines. But you thought about people having different tastes so you gestured to the display glass once more. "But if it's not for you. . .  I do have 6 different flavors of onigiri."

  

   You watch the customer bend down to peer over the displayed rice balls.

  

   The stranger hummed in curiosity.  "Can I have every flavor?"

  

   "If you got the money."

  

   "I got the money."

  

   You let out an amused huff. "Then you can."

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   The first time you moved to Musutafu, you were shocked at how awful the food was. Not in the context of taste but more on the assortment of food served in restaurants.

  

   Where did diner food go? Where are the diners? Why are fast food restaurants dominating every corner of Musutafu? Seldom did you find diners who served childhood food you grew up with, but through the years, they've dwindled down til only handful had remained.

  

   "I want to buy 4 tuna mayo onigiri for take-out." The new customer ordered and you looked at the display, sending him an apologetic look.

  

   "Would you mind waiting 5 minutes for it? I'll make you new ones."

  

   "Sure, go ahead." The customer placed their hands in their pockets, shrugging.

  

   You light on the stove and shoved you hands casually in the open fire for a good five seconds. Slowly turning your hands for the flames to lick. You withdrew them away from the stove to cool. Plastic had coated your hands.

  

   There's an impressed whistle coming from infront of you. You meet golden-brown eyes.

  

   "Your quirk?"

  

   You nod. "Nothing fancy." You switch the stove off and proceeded to take out your bamboo mat roller topped with plastic wrap. You sprinkled salt on it and scoop sticky rice from the rice cooker with a flat square wooden ladle placing the rice on the mat roller. "So, you like tuna-mayo? It's the most popular flavor."

  

   "There's no chicken." He explained. Or complained, you could tell.

 

   That made you smile. Your new customer has a taste bud of a child. "Well, no wonder you liked this flavor best." (Amusingly, tuna mayo onigiri is known as chicken of the sea.)

  

   You pooled the rice into a small hill and dug a hole at the center. You reach over a glass bowl containing tuna-mayo filling seasoned with soy sauce. You spooned a generous amount of the filling and placed it inside the hole. You bunched up the plastic and molded the rice into a reuleaux (triangle with curved edges). You unwrap it, take the nori (seaweed paper) out, stuck the nori onto the onigiri like a tape from front to back and lastly, placing it inside a cute onigiri rice paper wrap with sakura flowers design.

  

   "That took you seconds." He complimented.

  

   "I am a grandchild of an onigiri maker." You puff your chest out a bit, flattered. "My grandpa could make them in literal 5 seconds. I'd blink and he'd be done." You prepped for the next one.

  

   "He sounds cool."

  

    You meet his eyes and grinned. "The coolest." Your face falls at the next second and you went back to making the second rice ball. "Cooler if he'd be less stubborn."

   

    "Oh?"

   

    "He didn't want me succeeding this diner." You muttered under your breath.

   

    There was a bout of silence. You hear some diners leaving, the children playing outside, and the customer tapping the counter. You're on the 3rd rice ball when he spoke up, "Interesting name for the diner. Herohero. Your grandpa a hero fan?"

   

    You couldn't quite keep your mouth from splitting into a smile. "He is Endeavor's biggest fan." You rolled your eyes.

   

    "Is he?" He sounded intrigued and a bit challenged.

   

    "He's a legit fanboy. Has his merch here upstairs in his room. My grandma used to joke about him leaving her for the Flame Hero."

   

    "How about you? Who's your favorite hero?"

   

    You're almost done with the last onigiri, fitting it inside the rice paper wrapper. You scrunched your eyebrows in concentration as you answered, "I don't have one."

   

    "You don't have one?" His voice sounded flabbergasted.

   

    You look up and smiled. Finally, you peeled off the gloves and started packing the onigiris inside a paper bag. "I'm not really interested in heroes."

   

    "You don't?"

   

    You shrug, and then punched the numbers on your cash register. "That'll be ¥800 total. They're humans with really good quirks or know how to utilize their quirks."

   

    "They save lives."

   

    "So do doctors and nurses."

   

    "They protect people from villains." He hands over his payment and you give him the paper bag.

   

    "Yeah, I acknowledge their efforts and admire them but not to the point of idolizing them." You give him his receipt. "There's nothing to it really, I'm not interested in them the same way I'm not interested in pop idols."

   

    "Okay then." He lifts up the bag and nodded in thanks.

   

    You bow your head a little and thanked him.

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   Keigo bites into a torigomoku rice ball. It has an oddly satisfying unique thickness that sweeps his mouth with its filling of chicken, carrot, and onion. Torigomoku. Chicken and Veggies.

  

   Somehow, it makes him think of you humoring him like what a mother does to their child. Gotta put some vegetables in their child's meal somehow. And that's exactly what you did.

  

   "It's good, right?" You beamed a smile at him, carrying dishes to put them in the sink behind the counter.

  

   He was sitting at the counter stool once more and listened to you hum to yourself. "What made you add a new flavor?"

  

   "You 'cause I gathered you like chicken. I'm glad you got to dine here again before I swap onigiri to a different rice dish." You heat your hands for instant plastic gloves.

  

   "But I'm not a regular." Not to mention, it's been a week since he came back here to dine.

  

   You looked at him for a moment, and he couldn't read the expression on your face. You smiled. "When you ate that first onigiri, back then. . ." You hung your head low and started free-washing the plates. "Do you know that no matter how different the taste, eating your first onigiri after a long while will always remind you of your mother's onigiri?"

  

   His eyes flicked to your face as his insides went cold. Keigo stayed silent.

  

   "You had this bitter look on your face."

   For the next two weeks, he avoids going back to Herohero diner.

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AN: Herohero is an onomatopoeias ( the naming of a thing or action by a vocal imitation of the sound associated with it). Herohero is the sound of flapping plastic which means exhaustion. I thought it was cute as a diner name to nod at the heroes being part of BNHA universe and to relate reader's quirk. I like food. This series will be food appreciation.

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next chapter is still in drafts ->

[glowstick-cafe]

♡That funny feeling♡

Takami Keigo x reader

Genre: Hurt/No Comfort

Warning: Suggestive themes, smoking, gender neutral reader

Summary: You meet the Pro Hero Hawks in the most unlikely situation and making the decision to let him take you home ruined your life

A/n: My friend watched me write this and was begging me to write fluff next, so I hope you find this as dreadful as she did.

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Clubbing with your friends after a long week of working your office job is sometimes a need for someone like you, never had you guessed that you would meet the famous pro hero, Hawks, that night.

You notice his predator-like eyes raking over your features, it made you shiver with anticipation. Being eye candy for a pro hero? Unexpected, but something you could get behind, your friends who were your favorite agents of chaos quickly caught on to the shameless stares the blonde was sending you and egged you on to talk to him, brushing them off you turned around to see the man of the hour.

“Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Hawks’ looked taken aback and then he chuckled, his sudden laugh causing your body to heat up. The blonde leaned down to your ear, “Well I was hoping you’d let me do a bit more than that, dollface…” The flirty lilt in his voice made you choke on your words. “If you let you, that is.” He looked at you for an answer and all you could do was nod in awe at his forwardness.

When you entered his penthouse, he didn’t give you time to look around, only focusing his attention on kissing your lips and getting you undressed. You feel your mind going into a haze as Hawks’ hands reached under your shirt as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. The last thing you remember from that night was the sound of soft fluffs of you being tossed onto his bed and his hypnotic voice.

“I’m gonna enjoy ruining this beautiful body.”

-

When you awoke the next morning, your body ached all over, rolling over on the bed you looked to your side to realize that this was in fact not your bed. You quickly sat up and saw a note on the nightstand next to you, it read: ‘Thank you for letting me take care of you, doll <3’

You stared at the piece of paper and the crudely drawing of himself giving a thumbs up, and that’s when the realization that you slept with the second most famous hero in the country.

“Ah shit-”

The drive from that damn penthouse to yours has never felt so long, you could feel the stare of your driver from the rear view mirror as you stared at your lap and hoped that your locs hid your face to save what was left of your dignity.

The next time you ran into the blonde man was purely accidental. It's been a month after your night with….him, your days returned to normalcy as that night just became like all the other one night stands you’ve had, you just got lucky this time is all.

It was an uncomfortably warm afternoon and you were leaving the building of your office job, you let your feet lazily drag across the concrete pavement; hearing the familiar city noise of loud chattering of passersby and cars on their way home nullified the disdain of your day.

“Hey! Watch out!”

The voice called out, the person tackled you to the ground. You weren’t expecting to be bodied today but it’s just one of those things that might as well happen when you’re having a bad day, you sighed as all you could think is that you might need to redo your locs after all the abuse it has been subjected it in the past few months. Finally opening your eyes, you see familiar blonde hair on top of you; his face looked apologetic as it seemed that he remembered you, “This situation feels a bit familiar, eh?” He joked, which made your face heat up, he then quickly got up to get back to fighting the villain that was the cause for disturbing your already shitty afternoon. You turned to look at what the hero was trying to shield you from and your eyes widened at the large sword that was wedged into the wall that would've definitely ended you.

A few minutes passed and the authorities arrived to see the already subdued villain, a few other people came to ask if you were ok after witnessing your near death experience, all you could do was give a polite nod and slowly slip away from the crowd that was starting to grow around Hawks.

After making it a few blocks away from the scene you heavily sighed, you've never been in a situation like that before and it was a bit terrifying now that you thought it over in your head. "Traumatized, doll?" Your whole body jumped, but then relaxed upon hearing the nickname, out of the corner of your eye you could see the flying man covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

"Oh hardy har." You scoffed and your walking seemed to speed up.

"You never called me…" Hawks begins, though it was masked with his boyish charm, it was clear that he was a bit disappointed. "Angry that I'm not wrapped around your finger?" You chuckled. When you couldn't hear the flapping of his wings so you had assumed that he got the message and flew away, but you were surprised when you felt his hand grab yours, "Yeah…it's pissing me off that you don't want me, when I very much want you." His golden golden eyes piercing into yours.

Feeling his gaze on your face, which then moved to your lips. The look Hawks was giving was making your knees buckle, you look at the apartment complex and sigh as you pulled him by his collar, dragging him to your apartment.

For some reason you couldn't say no to him, so you let him. You let him kiss your neck. You let him mark you. You let him touch your body. You let him pleasure you.

The sound of Hawks sighs of release made you perk up as his body rested beside you, he turned on his side to look at you and you did the same. "Is this going to be a normal thing, or are you just that desperate?" You say jokingly; the birdman laughed, his wings fluffed up in response. "I dunno, I could get used to this." His smile only increases when he catches your eye roll.

Your heart throbbed, the moonlight made its way into the room shining on his skin, "Maybe I can clear my busy schedule." Your voice is playful and Hawks hums, concentrating on your features. He gets up to cage in-between his arms, startling you.

"You won’t catch feelings, right?"

"Just who do you think I am?"

-

Oh what you would give to go back in time to tell yourself to turn back, that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak. Fast forward a few months into the future where you find yourself lying in the king sized bed of the no. 2 pro hero, Hawks. You contemplated getting up as you watched the winged hero get dressed in his costume many know him by.

“You’re staring…”

“Maybe I see something I like.” You say, sitting up in the bed to stretch. You hear the blonde playfully scoff at your words, you giggle to yourself as could hear the man rolling his eyes. A sigh flew past your lips and you rolled over, as your eyes settled on the large window of the penthouse; the warm streaks of light creeping into the room through the blue curtain. ‘This isn’t forever.’ Your brain reminded you, a deep pit forming in your stomach as you stared at nothing.

“Hey..” Hawks’ voice pulled you out of your trance, the ruffling of sheets telling you to roll back over to face him, you see him propping his face up with his two palms and flashing you his signature charming smile. He reaches his hand out to chin and stares at your lips, he chuckles at the hitch of your breath, “Your face is cute….” He announces and pecks your forehead, leaving you alone in his home.

When did this relationship stop being casual and turned into delusional "I love you's" and lovesick forehead kisses? It hurts to think about. You slip on your work clothes and about to leave his penthouse you back with a deep pit in your stomach that made you nauseous.

Walking into the familiar office that you have become acquainted with over the years. The hour passes by slowly as you work on your designated computer, only getting up for the complimentary coffee breaks. Walking back to your desk you overhear your coworkers talking about the famous red-winged hero, "You didn't know?" Said the woman to the other, her voice filled with disbelief.

"It's kind of surprising to hear the Hawks is dating someone." Her words almost made you choke on your coffee, wondering if it could be you they were talking about you.

"I kind of feel bad for them, being in a relationship with the no. 2 pro hero must be taxing."

"I give it a week, that poor partner doesn't stand a chance."

You decided to not eavesdrop any longer so as to not hurt your own feelings. The empty pit of doubt in your stomach only grew larger, practically killing all the butterflies that was dwelling there.

The idea of dating Hawks has crossed your mind more than you'd like to admit, but the words of your coworkers hung heavy over your head, and the fact that they think that you couldn't handle it only made you feel worse. Hawks' boyish smile lingered in your mind, sometimes the hero man felt like too much, you've had enough moments with Hawks that would make anyone fall for him, but the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world suddenly became overwhelming.

You had already broken the rules Hawks had set that one night, and it was starting to scare you how much you wouldn't mind him showing you off to the world with pride and admiration.

Having this conversation with the blonde felt like a double edged sword, but you were now invested in what the man truly thought about your relationship.

Would it lead to your demise and a future full of 'What if's?', or would your mind be filled with relief from getting your desired answer from the man.

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You find yourself on Hawks' balcony, cigarette in hand. The chill of the wind left you unbothered as you looked upon the city lights, an indiscernible expression casts itself onto your face, crimson red wings catches your eyes. His presence almost instantaneously causing a reaction out of you, Hawks finds an open spot next to you before he allows himself to speak, "I didn't know you smoked…" He says, his voice sounding concerned. Does he not like people smoking around him?

You put out the cigarette on the ledge you were leaning on and tossed it, Hawks' tense shoulders relaxed. "Just an old habit." A sigh passed your lips, you could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn't let him.

With a sucked in breath, you finally find the voice to say "I can't do this anymore, Hawks." You can hear the tremble in your voice as you couldn't find the heart to look him in the eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his finger make its way under your chin for you to look at him, "Doll…-" "I love you too much, you said that we couldn't fall in love but you kept telling me these things that no one has said to me before, you started hugging me intimately and I can take it!" You then became keenly aware of your breath, only to realize that it was because there were tears pouring from your eyes.

His brows knitted together, seeing your distressed face deeply troubled the messy blonde. He pulled you into a hug, "And the fucked up thing us that you love me too…" You say hopelessly.

Hawks' eyes widened, the feeling of guilt washed over him, it was never meant to go this far, but everything about you was intoxicating. He recalls the time he sat and watched you add locs to your hair with a cute but concentrated face, he remembers his heart skipping a beat but shrugged it off, then everything you did slowly became interesting. But now you were suffering all because he couldn't get his shit together and be selfish just this once. "I know I love you, more than you know….but I can't-" He says breathlessly, he rests his head on your shoulder "I can't give you a relationship, it'll put you in danger." You feel your breath hitch at his answer, you pull the hero off of you.

"So that’s it then?" You finally look at him with a tear stained face, you could feel your heart being ripped out of your chest. The man thought for a moment, then nodded. You looked back at him and slowly let yourself walk to the door of the penthouse, this may be the last time you ever see it again.

Looking back one more time at the man that took your heart and found the worst possible way to deal with it.

"Goodbye, Hawks."

"It's Takami Keigo…"

You stopped for a moment, then gave a polite smile and nodded.

"I love you, Takami Keigo."

Once upon a time, you fell in love with a hero, and once upon a time, he loved you back. And now, there were two heartbroken people in the world living life as if they never had history.

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Heyyy, if some parts seemed rush then you would be absolutely correct. I finished this at 2am and the only thing fueling me was the phrase, "Fuck it, we ball."

[nightfall-kachiniko]

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, hawks.”

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

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

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

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

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

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

[csmtmra]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[bkgpackets]

‘fuck.. come on..’ you feel him twitch behind you as his thrusts grow rougher and more unhinged, rhythm lost into the ethers as he all but ruts inside you with one purpose and one purpose only: to get you pregnant.

the moans and grunts he let out next to your ear grow in intensity as your cunt spasms more erratically, ‘here it comes baby, come on.. take it.. take it all.. let me make you a mama…!’ his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s about to cum with the way his hands grope at your neck desperately, similar to how a child would try to get his favourite toy back.

with a last thrust, he comes inside you, ropes and ropes of warm, white seed filling you full; the feeling of being plugged up with the cum of your husband was the last thing you needed to be thrown over the cusp, and you convulse in his arms as his cum is taken in deeper inside of you. you breathe out a sigh of relief and collapse onto the bed, hooded lids fluttering close, peacefully welcoming the slumber with the thought that no doubt your husband’s seed will take.

TOJI ZENIN, older bakugo katsuki, nanami kento, TAKAMI KEIGO during his rut, or any of your favourites

[kleftiko]

❦ FAMILY AFFAIR

"keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him"

cw: rut, breeding, marking/biting, possessiveness, unprotected sex, cream pie

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It started with your niece and nephew.

When the two of you knocked on the door, only for the five-year-old girl to open it a sliver, scream your name in glee, and immediately start giggling and running around, Keigo already felt it in his stomach.

Then it was the way you sat on the couch, and she crawled into your lap while her older brother started showing you his latest drawings. The way you could so easily switch between talking to the two of them, holding your niece as she started climbing all over your shoulders, had him tuning out his brother-in-law in favour of admiring you with the unknowing feeling again.

The next was the way you handled your nephew when he tried running up the stairs in his clean socks, only to slip and hit his knee. Keigo could only freeze up when he heard the crying, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how. When you bent down to his level and showed him one of the little scars you got when you were younger and fell off your bike, explaining how you also cried when you hurt yourself, he felt his cheeks heat up.

The final straw was when your niece, who carried around her hawks plushy everywhere, whispered in your ear while looking at him with a shy glance. You smiled kindly at her and said, "I don't think so. I'm gonna marry him." And he finally recognized what he was feeling.

He wanted to make you a mom.

The whole way home, he was quiet, and it was a little unnerving. But Keigo couldn't help the thoughts going through his mind. If you had a little girl, would she look as beautiful as her mother? His heart couldn't help but swell at the thought of going home to his two favourite girls and holding them close. If you had a son, he would definitely be a mama's boy, smiling up at you for praise every time he did something. You were just so good with kids that it would be impossible for him not to be.

And then he started thinking about making a baby. He couldn't help the way his cock twitched in his pants when he thought about fucking you raw. You two had never done that before; clean-up was always easier when he had a condom, and it gave the two of you peace of mind with his hectic job, but thinking that he could make a mess of you by filling you up with his cum so that it was dripping out onto the sheets beneath you was something he didn't know he needed in life until that exact moment.

The noises you would make as he fingered his cum back into your sopping pussy, the way you'd waddle around when you're pregnant with his kid, the fact that you'd be forever his when he gives you a child—it all made his brain fuzzy.

So when you softly asked if he was okay when you came home, he couldn't help but grab you and kiss you. He held you tightly, feeling a deadly rush of emotions and gratitude for having you in his life.

And the way you so easily let him slip his tongue into your mouth without question had him whining in need.

"I wanna give you a baby." He mumbled between kisses, pushing you blindly to your shared bedroom.

You uttered a sound in confusion, but it was interrupted by a gasp when he started sucking at your neck.

"Need to make you mine, baby, all mine." He babbled. "need to get you pregnant—need to fill you up."

You whined loudly at that and grabbed the belt of his pants, yanking his body right up against yours and pushing his hard cock into your hips.

"You wanna fuck me raw, baby?" You asked with such a sweet voice that his legs wobbled. "Finally wanna cum inside?"

He nodded his head vigorously, his cloudy eyes filled with desire.

"Yes, please," he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.

Your hands reached down to grope him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath your touch, and a wicked smile played on your lips.

"Mmm, you're so hard for me," you purred as you teasingly squeezed him. "I can't wait to feel you deep inside me."

His breath hitched as he let out a low moan, completely lost in the moment.

As you pushed him onto the bed, his muscle memory nearly kicked in, and he almost reached to the side table to grab a condom when he remembered what you two wanted. Instead, he grabbed your hips and threw you down beside him, foggy mind barely registering the harsh bounce against the mattress.

With animal-like speed, he pounced on you, strong hands gripping your wrists like iron as they held them above your head. His mouth dipped to the curve between your shoulder and neck, pearly white teeth sinking into the flesh that had you hissing in pain and rubbing your legs together.

"Keigo!" you shouted, completely enraptured with this new feeling.

"Sorry, baby," he muttered half-heartedly, his whispers tickling the edge of your ear before he bit down there too.

You couldn't stop the delightful shivers if you wanted to. Keigo's mouth continued its trek, nipping at all the soft spots along your beautiful skin that had you panting. He only released your wrists when he couldn't take the confinement of his pants anymore; the pathetic whimpers he let out as he clumsily undressed his lower half had you equally rushing your jeans off as well. You didn't have time to take off your shirt when your boyfriend smashed his lips into yours for a heated kiss, his cold tongue immediately swiping across your own in a desperate attempt to taste you. and you didn't bother slowing him down; the rational hero he was by day was long gone, and the man in front of you held no other purpose than to be completely yours. His rough fingers slid under your shirt, one hand groping your tits through your bra and the other sliding between your legs.

He whined into your mouth, barely detaching your lips to mumble, "How are you so wet, baby? want this just as bad as me?"

All you could do was clumsily nod, your boyfriend not letting you leave his touch for more than a moment. It didn't matter, though, because with the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, he could tell you only wanted to be closer.

There was a messy overlap of hands as the two of you feverishly grasped for Keigo's thick, leaking cock and lined it up to your heat. The erratic atmosphere only cooled down for a second when he slipped inside you--you both releasing sighs of euphoria--before your boyfriend when absolutely feral.

His movements became all the more intense and primal, as if all those years of pent-up desire and longing were finally free. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other balanced your leg over his shoulder while you clawed at the soft skin of his arms in an attempt to clear your mind from the pleasure he was giving you. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies, heightening the passion between you both.

"Fuck, baby, you're mine—you're all mine," he panted. "'m gonna make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up."

"Gonna give me a baby, Kei?" You responded, just to hear him whimper and see a thin line of tears well up in his closed eyes.

If it was possible, he slammed into you harder, sending your back to arch in ecstasy at the feeling and the sound of your dripping cunt sucking him in.

"Fuck, mama, you'll be so good." He babbled, moving the hand that was digging into your hip to your leg and pushing them both forward.

You gasped breathlessly as your knees hit your chest, but you didn't have time to say anything when your voice broke in a scream at the feeling of keigo hitting you so deeply in this new position.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as the intense pleasure consumed you. Your senses were overwhelmed by everything—the heat of his body against yours, the sound of his pants and the thrusts moving the bed, the smell of both of your arousals dripping from your leaking pussy—it was all too much. Every thrust from Keigo sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. You didn't have any sense left in you to warn him that you were cumming; instead, you let out a strangled gasp as your head rolled back.

Whether or not your boyfriend understood what happened didn't matter, because seconds later he was screaming your name in a daze and releasing his hot cum into your abused pussy.

Then the atmosphere became softer, tired and satisfied pants coming from both of you as he laid his sweating body on top of yours. His hot breath tickled at your neck, his arms wrapped around you, and his now-softening cock stayed stubbornly inside you. It took a few minutes before you could catch your breath and say something, but neither of you minded, not when you lovingly kissed his head and traced the red scratches you left on his biceps.

[irisintheafterglow]

It’d been three hours since you’d climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t coming easy to you tonight. You’d stared at the ceiling and flipped the side you were sleeping on several dozen times, but nothing seemed to work. You pulled a wild card and dialed his number in a last-ditch effort to sleep. 

He picked up after two rings. 

“Give me five minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“How? You’re fifteen minutes away at least.”

“I left ten minutes ago, duh. Felt like something was off.” 

“I adore you.”

“Yeah, I know you do. See you soon, love.”

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

Alpha!Keigo, who always made sure his mate was well taken care of. There was never anything that you would ever need or want because you already have it, so there's no need to long for it any longer. Keigo keeps his feathers hidden around the house, and a not so hidden one wrapped around your neck as a courting gift. These feathers will always let him know when his little omega is in need of something.

Alpha!Keigo put that specific feather on a necklace because it was the very last courting gift he provided to you before he asked you to be his mate, officially. Not that it was necessary. Keigo always made sure it was obvious to the people around you both that you belonged to him, bond mark or not. Not to mention the stench of nothing but Takami Keigo wafting off of you most times. Which was totally not intentional.

Alpha!Keigo was so twisted with his own emotions the first time another Alpha approached you. One one hand, Keigo knew you were his loyal omega, and you would politely reject the other Alpha, but on the other hand, Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you so close that his scent was permanently marked into you. He wanted to growl and prowl at the other Alpha, maybe even show off your bond mark that he so happily gave to you when your relationship became official. Thank God Keigo had a reputation as the number two hero to upkeep because if he didn't, he may have actually taken the second option.

Alpha!Keigo became so flustered and nervous on the inside that the media found out about his omega mate. No one would leave you alone. Either it be asking questions about you during an interview or trying to take a picture of you as you walk down the street. Keigo hated when the reporters would spot you on the street when he wasn't there. You always come home smelling of anxiety and nervousness. Keigo, the adoring Alpha that he is, always made sure to calm your nerves on these occasions. Fortunately, you grew accustomed to the press after some time, and you easily avoided them.

Alpha!Keigo notices a rather large bruise on your arm one day, and after further investigation, he discovered it to be a hand mark. Keigo persuaded you (made you cum until you were a crying, blubbering, mess) until you finally revealed that a reporter had spotted you on the road today. You were walking home from work. The male reporter thought it would be a good idea to corner you so he could ask questions. You, rightfully so, attempted to just walk away like you always do. But this guy, alpha no less, grabbed your arm so you couldn't leave. Keigo was seeing red.

Alpha!Keigo calms down enough after a few hours. He lulls you to sleep and watches you dream away so peacefully before he pulls out his phone and makes a call.

Alpha!Keigo doesn't hesitate to let you build a nest in his office. None of his coworkers nor workers are allowed in his office after you do. Of course, they can come close to the door and knock, but they are forbidden from entering. Even when Keigo/you isn't there, they still are not allowed in his office. Your nest is too precious to even be seen by anyone else. Keigo teared up when you said you wanted to build a nest in his office and his room at his house. You trusted him enough to do that. He could only hold you close, wrapped up in his beautiful red wings, as he praises you and thanks you.

Alpha!Keigo, who hates it when you switch your shampoo. You always claim that you never cared for what shampoo you grabbed, as long as it wasn't conditioner, but he hated that you switched it up every time. Your scent just changed too much, and nothing ever smelt special for you, specifically. Finally, the night you both first made passionate love to one another for the first time. Keigos' back was lined with burning passion. His shoulders were tense, sweat dripping from his forhead, his wings jerking and relaxing every few seconds, not to mention you. Your body laid out beneath him, sweat lining your beautiful skin, hair sticking to the bed and your own face, hickies and dark bite marks scattered along your upper chest and neck, it was all perfect. What made it even more perfect was the smell that Keigo couldn't get enough of. After he had emptied his balls into you, he just laid on your chest. But Keigo didn't expect to smell the sweetest, most drooling scent he had ever smelt, pouring from your scent glands. Nothing covering or blocking you from openly releasing this scent if yours.Round two immediately started after that.

Alpha!Keigo protects you and loves you with everything he is. Man, hero, son (hopefully a daddy bird soon), you took it all when you stole his heart. Keigo would gladly put down his life for his omega, and he would put down someone else's life for you, too. Though he would say that allowed, he knows you're more sensitive about gore and killing than he is. But he doesn't care. As long as you stick by his side no matter what, he knows he will stick by yours.

And don't get be started on Alpha!Keigo becoming a father after impregnating his little omega.

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#5 Not Paid enough-

Forget Flowershop au or Tattoo Artist au- I want a Sarcastic KFC Full-time worker y/n who just wants to go home with a bucket of chicken and sleep till noon...and hawks who has a deep crush on this worker-

Hawks: So, when are you finally gonna go out with me?~

KFC!Y/n*Who stayed late watching FRIENDS and decided to humor the #2Hero* I dunno, when are you finally gonna ask me out?~

Hawks: …

On top of a Roof Hawks hiding in his wings with Tokoyami and Darkshadow looking at him

Tokoyami & Darkshadow: And you just ran away?!

Hawks*Crying as he bites into the chicken wing*I didn’t think they actually flirt back!

[mackenziebrooks]

Hawks, who comes in from his day time patrolling in a feral state. Sliding his hero jacket off. You look at him and then towards the calendar. Realizing it’s April and that he’s in his rut season. Knowing you’ll be put into the mating press within the next few minutes.

[mirukosbitchywife]

hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[hollowtakami]

Keigo and his undercut.

God, he’s so pretty with long hair, but when it’s short and you can see more of his beautiful face? He’s ethereal.

It’s so fluffy and you can still ruffle it, and he won’t admit it but he loves it when you give him gentle scratches along the shaved parts.

Baby boy is gorgeous and he knows it.

When he’s going down on you like a good boy, tongue lapping at your sex like it’s his last meal, your hands are in his hair.

He whines for more every time you pull at it, poor baby can’t get enough of how you make him feel. He’s a masochist, he just wants to be good for you even if there’s not much hair for you to tug on anymore:((

You bet he could cum just from the feeling of having his hair played with; hands massaging his scalp, running through the gold fields of his hair.

He whimpers your name in a cracked sob and makes a mess all over his tummy. poor baby’s panting and combing his hands through his hair as his cock throbs for more:((

[doumadono]

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! villain!Hawks, f!Reader, non-con, taken captive, elements of necrophilia, murder, blood, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected and rough p in v, Hawks is an ass here, minors absolutely do not interact - a kitten dies if a minor reads this! Synopsis: Hawks has some "fun" with you after catching you spying for the Commission A/N: this story was written for @lewed and it's a contribution for the Secret Santa event hosted by a wonderful @ectologia

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Pain. As you slowly opened your eyes, it was the first sensation that greeted you — burning, irresistible pain spreading throughout your body.

The surroundings were dark, and you found yourself uncertain of whether you were still alive or perhaps already dead. Attempting to move, you realized the cold sensation around your wrists indicated the presence of some form of handcuffs.

"Marlene!" You whimpered quietly. "Marlene!"

There was no response, only a lingering, eerie silence.

You tried to move, but you couldn't — your legs felt numb, and you were tethered to some metallic structure. Your entire body ached; every attempt to shift, every shallow breath, was accompanied by pain.

Suddenly, a metallic lock clicked open with a key, and a stream of light flooded the room for a moment before disappearing as a tall, dark silhouette stepped in, closing the door. A few seconds later, a dim light illuminated part of the room as two old lamps hanging on either side of the door flickered to life.

You caught sight of him, and your blood turned icy cold. 

Thick combat boots, dark pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt adorned with golden patterns, and a pair of massive red wings. 

You shook your head, still reluctant to believe your own eyes. "Where's my friend?" you inquired anxiously.

"She's alive," came the calm response from the man with red wings.

A glimmer of hope sparked in your eyes. "Can I see her?"

There was a measured pause before the answer, "If you cooperate."

Your dry, blink-filled gaze met his. His emaciated face betrayed no hint of the intentions behind those words.

Hawks observed as you settled into the discomfort, bound wrists and ankles causing a persistent ache. The worry emanated from you, a palpable scent of pungent sweat, akin to a cornered prey navigating the uncertain terrain.

Hawks fixed his gaze on you for an extended moment, a silent observer in the dimly illuminated room cast by the faint light of aged lamps near the sturdy metal door. 

Slowly, he withdrew to the room's shadows, disappearing momentarily. Amongst a collection of cartoon boxes, a triumphant grin crossed his face as he discovered his sought-after item – a hefty hammer. Returning to your vicinity, he playfully toyed with the ominous tool in his grasp.

"Please, let me go. I won't breathe a word to anyone," you pleaded, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.

His grin widened, feathers rustling slightly. "Oh, I wish I could, little one. But we've stumbled upon a problem. You and your best friend have gotten a bit too close to the truth about me and my colleagues from the League. Weren't you warned about the dangers of working for the Commission?”

“Please, I swear I won't tell anyone…”

Takami approached you with a frown, his golden eyes bearing a weight of seriousness and intrusion. With a rough hand, he tightly pulled back your hair. "I've made it clear before – cooperation is the only ticket out of the mess you've landed yourself in.” He set the hammer down.

"Please," you implored, devoid of weapons or the freedom of your limbs. Contemplating the distance, a fleeting thought of a potential headbutt crossed your mind. Standing could be an advantage. However, all these options dissipated as a tear traced down your cheek. His hand, not occupied with your hair, coiled around your neck, constricting your airflow. A soft sound escaped you, but as his grip weakened, you hastily gulped in air.

"Good girl. Breathe while you still can," he remarked, his hand tenderly patting back your hair, while your eyes held a bitter scorn.

"Please, take me to my friend. What have you done with her?" you pleaded.

"Oh, she's safe. For now," Hawks declared, rising to his full height. 

Your eyes scrutinized the young man, assessing every detail. There was a darkness in his aura, a stark contrast to the times when Hawks, the former Pro Hero Number Two, was known for helping people. Something had transpired between him and the Commission, and the Hawks people once adored had transformed into a ruthless villain, now one of the most perilous figures in Japan.

Hawks firmly gripped you under the armpits, drawing you in close. Thick ropes of chain encumbered your feet, challenging your balance. Your wrists and ass clung to the pole you were tethered to, seeking stability as the shackles jingled against the unforgiving metal pillar. 

His presence pressed down on you, and you cowered beneath its weight. A hand delicately traced your jaw, toying with your dry and rough lips under his thumb. “When I tell you what I want, you’ll do exactly as I say. You wouldn't want to witness the way darkness emanates from me when I command it, girl. Mind your tone and follow my instructions. Once I'm content with you, I'll allow you to see your friend," the former hero warned.

Your whimper lingered as his thumb persisted, applying pressure to the edge of your lip. It delved in, moistening against your tongue as it pressed against the intrusion.

“Suck,” he commanded. 

You vehemently shook your head in defiance, resisting against him. The notion of biting his thumb crossed your mind, perhaps even snapping it off. You strained to lean your head back, attempting to evade his grasp.

“Don’t try anything. If you do, I hurt her,” Hawks warned with an amused grin glued to his lips.

Your eyelids descended, halting an approaching flood of tears. Sealing your mouth around his digit, you sucked as per his request. His thumb pressed in deeper, and you complied.

"Good girl, yes. That'll do quite well. Now, back on your knees," he directed.

You obeyed, using your bound hands to steady yourself as you half-fell.

Hawks nonchalantly undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Darkened briefs emerged where the trousers opened in a V, and his hand slid beneath the band. “Now, open your pretty mouth for me, babybird.”

You followed his command, extending your tongue forward, a queasy sensation building within you.

"Excellent," he remarked, his hand delving beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, gradually revealing his long, veiny dick, slightly curved upward.

"Please, don't… What more do you want? We can erase all the intel we gathered!” you begged pathetically.

"Shut up, whore," he commanded, stroking his growing member. "I don't want anything but this from you. It might be the only thing you're good for, I think. Lick," he instructed, rubbing the reddened, swollen tip of his dick against your tongue. "Wet your tongue again for me, babybird."

You swallowed and opened your mouth wide once more. 

He positioned himself against you, and your lips instinctively sucked. A salty bitterness lingered on your palate as your curious tongue explored the head of his cock.

Hawks hissed as the tip of your tongue flicked the sensitive part of his frenulum underneath. "That's right," he affirmed, pushing in deeper, causing your cheeks to bulge. Takami ran his slim fingers through your hair, keeping you steady on his cock. Pulling out just enough to watch saliva stretch from your lips to his shaft, he thrust back in, repeating the motion until you emitted a desperate noise, gagging yourself on his dick.

"Good girl. That's enough of that for now. You just saved your girlfriend from a beating. She'll appreciate that when she wakes up from her last one." Takami grinned as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your swollen lips, wiping away a fallen tear from your cheek before moving behind you. He worked at the shackles around your wrists.

You felt them loosen and drop, but his hand replaced them, gripping you firmly. He pulled you against the pole, the cold metal burning your neck. As he lifted the white shirt from your torso, you pleaded with the faceless hands to stop. The room vanished momentarily as the shirt passed over your head, landing on the floor beside you. Then, your hands were locked together once more, this time in front of you.

You shivered as the cold air filling the room grazed your exposed, bruised skin.

The restraints around your ankles were skillfully loosened with a series of subtle clicks. Your uniform pants were swiftly discarded, followed by your cotton panties, leaving you bare except for the metal-clad bindings around your wrists as you resumed your kneeling position.

A palpable shift in the room's atmosphere ensued.

Hawks, charged with desire, was visibly electrified. His engorged and reddened member pushed back into your mouth, eliciting a moan from him. "You look stunning with your mouth full of my cock," he murmured, reaching down to play with a nipple between his fingers. "And you're damn good at it." His fingers tenderly smoothed your tousled hair as he guided himself deeper into your throat. "Do you ever do this for your boyfriend, if you have one? No? But I bet you fantasize about it. Yes?" He chuckled, reveling in his revelation after your tongue flexed under the weight of his dick. "I knew it! Your boyfriend is a good boy, huh? Just the missionary routine, not letting you explore, even though deep down, you crave it. It's okay, you can imagine I'm him. I'm sure you already are, judging by how wet you're getting. Just picture me as him, but on a wild ride, eager to try something new.”

Slimy fluids trickled from your pussy, tracing a path down your thigh, the disloyal testament of desire slicking your inner folds.

His fingers continued their dance, skillfully teasing your erect nipples, each touch met with an eager response. A sharp squeeze on the left elicited a cry from you, and as he knelt before you, he drew the aching nub into his mouth. "What makes you climax, babybird? Tell me. I want it to be as pleasurable for you as possible!"

A whimper escaped your lips as his calloused finger glided through your folds, everything feeling unsettlingly taboo. A part of you yearned to resist, to break free and escape. Yet, a more primal instinct responded to his calculated touches, a primal need for closeness with a male that seemed to overpower your rational mind, corrupting it.

A creeping finger eased into your pussy. "You're so wet and tight, just look at that. Didn't want to give me a blowjob, but it's obvious it got you excited," he remarked. A second finger joined the first, curving against the walls of your vagina. The pressure felt both pleasurable and unsettling.

"Do you enjoy that, babybird?" he inquired.

You squirmed away, finding yourself seated on the floor.

He pressed your arms over your head, taking in the sight of your breasts. The supple flesh swayed like ripples on water. With one hand gripping his throbbing length and the other on your hips, he guided the two to meet. "You're making the right choice, obeying me, Y/N. I'll bring you to your friend soon. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." The head of his penis entered you gradually, a delectable stretch spreading through you.

The mingling sensations of pleasure and pain raced through you like wildfire. The boundary between anger and passion blurred, akin to smoke and cloud intertwining. "N-no," you cried, attempting to push him away by pressing your feet against his thighs.

He huffed as he thrust fully inside you, easily bottoming out. His wings fluttered as arousal overcame him. "Fuck, you're so tight, holy shit. Almost feels like you're a virgin."

An involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for that.

"I just need you to do one more thing for me, babybird. I want you to cum for me. I know you can do it, little bitch."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill. His heated and girthy member glided in and out of your drenched pussy. The unforgiving concrete pressed against your back, each forceful thrust leaving bruises as he relentlessly drove you into the ground.

Hawks restrained your arms by holding your wrists above your head, his dominant hand skillfully working your clit. “Fuck, fuck, yes, little dove, I love how your pussy is clenching around me. You're such a good babybird.”

You futilely cursed at him, weakened by the onslaught of physical pleasure. His erection completely filled your pussy, allowing him to penetrate deeply from this angle. Despite the way he mercilessly circled your clit with his thumb, you resisted the urge to wrap your bloodied feet around him and ride his dick back. The struggle not to climax intensified as he sensed your unraveling, cruel laughter escaping him.

"Will your boyfriend ever fuck you like this? No, he'd probably be too gentle," Takami panted between words, thrusting into you with an unrelenting pace. "A girl like you craves it rough, needs it like this. A girl as scarred and desperate as you wants to feel something. A good girl always wants to be damaged. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll cum on my cock.”

Frustration escaped your lips in a scream. Your ass throbbed, and your core pulsated with proximity to climax. The images of your friend and boyfriend flashed in your mind, intensifying your inner turmoil. In the dimly lit room, through tear-filled eyes, Hawks' face remained elusive. Your juices squelched, trickling down your sensitive skin to your asshole.

"You're holding back. Cum, and I'll take you to your girlfriend. Cum for me." Takami kissed your breasts, fingers maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, a friction you secretly enjoyed.

Your hips surged upward uncontrollably, and you were cursing the duplicity of your own desires and pussy.

"I told you to cum for me." He struck your face, the impact strong enough to briefly black out your senses.

Impatient, Hawks groaned, his throbbing cock signaling an impending climax. He dispatched a few feathers from his wings, their sharp edges slicing your skin on the shoulders and calves in an attempt to rouse you.

A loud hiss escaped your lips as the sharp cuts decorated your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-no, I don't... want to! Please! Please, don't cum in! I'm begging you! Please!’ you tried to move away but he slapped your face again.

A warmth surged through you, an irreversible tide that swept away any chance of retreat. Suppressing your moans, you felt your core tighten around him, forcing him through a final series of thrusts before he climaxed within your rhythmically clenching pussy. Your orgasm, though unexpected and unwelcome, was all-encompassing. Legs shaking, abdomen twitching, you writhed beneath his touch, attempting to muffle the sounds of pleasure, aware that he observed the explosion of pleasure within you. The sneer of his release transformed into a cruel smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be entirely worthless to me," he remarked, tucking his member away once again.

"That's so sad."

"W-what's sad?" you asked, still catching your breath. "You promised I'd be able to see my friend. Where is she?"

Hawks, unbothered by your voice and a wet stain on his pants from your combined releases after he retracted his cock, sent one of his feathers to illuminate the room while switching the lights on. 

It was then that you saw her — your friend, lifeless, naked and hanging upside down on the opposite wall, her ankles bound to the ceiling, her torso gruesomely cut from throat to vagina.

The echoes of your own screams reverberated in your ears, but the voice seemed alien, almost primal — like that of a wild animal.

Hawks approached the suspended lifeless body and callously slapped the vagina of your deceased friend. "She wasn't as cooperative as you. Unfortunately, we had to eliminate her."

Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your own sobs, struggling against the metal restraints binding your wrists. "Why! Oh God! Oh God! Marlene!"

Hawks explained, "She didn't want to listen," just as the metal door swung open. “Such a waste. I wasn't aware that preserving one's virginity was still a concern in today's girls' world. But I must say she was fucking delicious. Not as much as you, of course.”

Entering the room was none other than Dabi, casually leaning against the wall, observing the macabre scene. "Came to check what's taking you so long, birdbrain.”

"I was reuniting our lovely Y/N with her friend. She was a good, obedient girl to me, so I decided to reward her."

Dabi furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes a little. "Memory cards, birdbrain," he reminded.

Hawks casually retraced his steps to your discarded clothes, rummaging through the pockets of your uniform pants. He retrieved two SD cards and handed them to Dabi.

The scarred villain ventured further into the room, reaching for a Nikon camera on one of the shelves. "Can't wait to get off to this little tape tonight," he chuckled, shooting you a cold glance.

A lump formed in your throat. They had recorded everything — every violation inflicted by Hawks, every involuntary response of your body. Dread enveloped you.

“Please…” you whispered.

Hawks gave Dabi a look, and the other villain nodded.

"Shush, shush, shush," Dabi cooed, crouching next to you, sizing your face with his hand, turning it more to inspect it. "Don't cry. This little tape will be sent to your dad in Kyoto, a small keepsake of you. He'll be able to see your last moments. How his precious, little daughter, working so proudly in the Hero Public Safety Commission was taking villain's cock like a cheap whore. I'm sure he'll be proud."

"What... Please, please!" Your voice rose in desperation. "Please! I won't tell anyone. I can spy for you, I can do whatever you want. Please!"

Dabi observed you with amusement. "Isn't she the sweetest?" He cast a sidelong glance at Hawks before leaning forward to lick the tears off your reddened cheeks.

You winced, trying to crawl away.

Dabi grinned and rose, exiting the room. "Just don't leave a mess here. I'm not keen on cleaning up after you, birdie."

As the metal door closed, you whined like a wounded animal. Instinctively, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this situation alive.

Hawks approached you, ruffling your hair. "You were a good girl. I want you to know that."

"Please," you tried once again. "Please, free me."

He smiled at you. "I'm freeing you."

A swooshing sound filled the air, and the next moment, you were suffocating with your own blood, unable to draw a breath. The blood quickly poured down your chest through the cut throat, and soon your head hung lifelessly to the side.

Hawks lingered for a moment, watching your lifeless body. He couldn't resist slipping his hands down and between your legs, rubbing your still warm and slick folds, pushing his finger in one last time. "Such a waste," he murmured, licking his fingers clean before getting up. He used the hammer he had earlier picked up to crush the phone he retrieved from the pocket of your uniform trousers. Following that, he doused your body, as well as your friend's, and the floor in gasoline before igniting it with his lighter.

Whistling happily under his breath, he left the room and ascended the metal stairs, leaving everything that had transpired behind, not bothering to turn around even once.