#takami keigo x you

[tteokdoroki]

OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

♱ —length; 5.4K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !

♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney's hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

pity. 

you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 

you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 

you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.

touya, was there name of the man you missed most about the world up above— his lips often tasted of sour grapes, his skin was rough from scratches and scrapes too but soft whenever you held a his hand. you thought that he adored you— touya would worship you like the gods had put your portrait in the stars up above and you’d do the same…spending your free time counting the flecks in cerulean eyes while soft white hair flows in the warm wind. he was brave, you knew that, a warrior who was strong and had promised you his hand once he returned from the battles his father had called him upon. 

you were promised, you were happy and more in love than you thought possible— until the day touya tells you that he loves you with his dying breath, a sickness sweeping over topaz fem eyes, and you know he’d take your heart to the underworld too.

“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?” 

the warmth of your day dreams slip away as the chill of his voice fills the stone cold lair. you dare to let your fingertips drift through the river of souls below the wall you lean against. “‘m not in the mood, hades.” the god of the underworld, keigo takami is a nuisance if you’d ever known one. a pain in your ass full of feathered flames— bright blue in all of their glory, they’re colder than most would expect, unbecoming of the colour that sprout’s from the king of the undead’s back. 

“hawks. keigo, baby. c’mon little bird…” his voice is tight with humour, surprisingly playful for someone doomed to be surrounded by lifelessness for all of eternity. all of the underworld is dreary and damp, worn arching mountains made of old bones, skulls and teeth— rocks as sharp as swords that end lives with the sickly green stream of whining dead mortals. you can’t breathe down here…there’s no space for you to escape nor breathe around him and you hate it. “oh sugarplum…don’t play sourpuss! we’re all friends here!” the blonde god that burns cold flames picks your dainty fingers from the acidic pool of death. 

he grinds your gears, and you have nowhere else to go. the thought of being stuck with a man who rules over ruined lives— infuriating you to no end. “i am not—“ you seethe, shoulders raised like a hissing cat or something akin to the three headed dog that guards this place. “your friend. far from it, hades.” the look on your face is far from impressed, discourteous with your lips turned into a nasty sneer and a sweltering spark to your usually pretty docile eyes. 

it’s such a shame, how ill behaved you are after everything the man has done for you. “it’s hawks, honey.” the man reminds you, and in a flash he’s on you in all the ways you despise. his slimey grip of death squeezes your cheeks, dragging you up to his mighty height with your face in the palm of his burning hand. hades…hawks, he’s mean when he’s unhappy— the flames that form the wings of a fallen angel flicker a brilliant red and the temperature of them skyrockets. “‘n this is no way to act after all i’ve done for you cupcake.” despite the fury that radiates from the god…he coos gently. 

“if i remember correctly… i’m the one who saved your little prick of a boyfriend… aren’t I?” even through all of the robes keigo wears, you can still feel the molten heat of his skin against yours as he pulls you in close— though you dangle from his hold, you’re practically chest to chest. you scramble to get away, but the god only digs his thumb further into your cheek. “we had a deal. your soul for his life.” with his free hand, he creates an apparition, tufts of smoke dancing to form people…one showing touya who bends at the knee to take the other’s hand— this one being you. 

at first, the two characters seem happy, and an emotion akin to fondness settles in your bones— but not before touya’s little smoke figure trails away from yours to follow another woman “s’not my fault he left you. don’t take it out on me, doll,” hawks drawls, snapping his fingers to make the apparition disappear, your heart rattled in its place after reliving the scene and you force your gaze away with a grunt directed at the god. “now, since you’re being oh so disrespectful, we’ll add…give or take, another five years to your sentence with me instead of taking away seven. how’s that sound?” 

“fuck you, hades.” turning your head, you spit directly between the god’s eyes, fuelled by your own hurtful rage.

your elevated, living pulse does nothing but serve to piss off the king of the underworld more— his blonde set of locks nearly exploding off of the top his head as he combusts into red hot flames once more. “still so bitter over a man who can’t love you like i do, huh?” keigo says your name, low and raspy, and you can’t remember the last time he’d uttered those syllables. it frightens you, after all you are a mortal in the grip of a man who takes lives for a living, but you’d never let him know that. “that’s almost pathetic.”

that hurts to hear, like a knife twisting in your fragile human gut… and so, kicking your feet, still high above the ground and suspended in the large god’s grip— you throw yourself about and claw at his temperate hand cupping your face harshly. “you do not love me, you wouldn’t know what that meant even if it kicked you in the face!” you yell, biting down on keigo’s hands in a futile attempt. “you’re just obsessed with me and would much rather me be a soulless corpse to keep you better company!” 

“you better watch your tone with me, little bird—“

“you’re vile. you’re disgusting— a fool if you think i could ever see the bright side of being stuck here with you,” you ramble in response, and foolishly so. “i hate you hades, i hate you. did you know that? i want to repeat it for you. i hate yo—“ 

your words are never finished, for a resounding strike echoes throughout the cave like atmosphere on the underworld and you already feel the invisible bruising form under your skin, falling to the floor to cup your wound.

no matter how many times you had tested the god of death, he had never hit you like this before.

and you’ve never looked into his golden irises , never seen them so clearly or seen his pupils like black slits— leaving the amber colour to take over, reminding you of the surface sun. hawks looks almost predatory, hungry red flames for wings willing to swallow and burn everything in their path, including you. 

“repeat yourself. what did you say?” keigo commands easily.

you gulp. “t-that i…”

“that you, what?” your name again, and you tremble. 

“that i hate you,” you breathe. “i hate you.” 

he seems to snap at this. 

hawks smiles, teeth as sharp as razors set on display. “another five years into your sentence, pretty.” with a snap of his talon clawed fingers, the god has fragments of grey smog binding your wrist together, slipping over your nose and mouth to shut you the hell up. “‘m disappointed, yanno. i do care so much for you, i’m so attentive… but this has happened far too long to go unnoticed, little bird.” 

the world around you rushes with air as you’re hauls into the god’s thick arms, you kick and scream muffled through the smoke in your mouth— watching as keigo conjures up a throne made of thorns, pain and bones, taking a comfortable seat into it despite the lost loved ones it might be made up of. “here we go again, darling.” the blonde sighs, not caring if you batter his back on the way down to taking his seat— dragging you into position to sit over the swell of his right thigh. “s’always the same old shit with you. so naughty.” keigo peers up at you through eyes like a bird of prey…watching, knowing the exact effect he has on you. 

hyper aware of how much control he has over you, right down to your soul. 

you squirm away and keigo let’s go of the smoke, letting you tilt your head back but still rooted in the god’s lap. “i hate you.” breathing deep, you try to ignore your body flushing with heat and the urge to buck down against keigo’s surprisingly muscular thigh. 

“behave yourself. sit still,” hades coos, his touch cascades up your body, slipping under your bodice and sending warmth down each of the neurons like a flickering flame until he reaches the swell of your breasts— thumbing over your pebbled nipples in an attempt to pull a whine from between your resistant lips. it’s so cute to watch you try and fail, pretend like your hips aren’t aching to slide back and forth, drag your clit back and forth…back and forth over the man like a desperate bitch in heat, like you don’t want to put your hands in the brightness of his fire and watch yourself burn with lust. you’re no good at acting, pretending you wouldn’t slut yourself out for him, the one who owns you for all of eternity. 

with a click of his fingers, all the power in the world between them pulls up the skirts of your robes, like wisps of a web until the fabric sits at your hips. “h-hate you… s’much,” you repeat though the venom to your voice is lost, shaky and falling into a pathetic moan instead as the god traces the fat at your hips, searing fingers sliding down to your fleshy ass before peeling you away from his thigh— amused at the stickiness that ties you to him. “f-fuck.” 

“yeah sweetheart? you hate me this much?” the amusement is evident in his voice too, a slender digit sliding out from the curve of your ass to touch at your oozing wetness. “oh…i don’t know, doesn’t seem like you don’t like me. you can’t spend forever hatin’ me either; not when i get you like this.” the finger spreads apart your swelling folds, and hawks shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit. “lover boy ever make ya this wet?” you despise the way the god talks down on you, as if you’re just a slave to his cock and thighs and whatever he can give you…dopamine and lust hormones flooding your cute little mortal brain and making you pliant for him. 

the beginnings of your arousal seeps warmly through the robes laying wrinkled against the fiery blonde’s thigh, sweet folds leaving a stain that betrays you in every way possible. touya could never… not like this, you’re soaked and you’ve barely been touched. only just, by feather light grazes against the supple fat at your waist. it’s the taunting pillowy cushion to hawks’ words too, they’re what’s gotten you so worked up— not too mean or too harsh, just enough to make you feel like you’re beneath him. 

with your nails digging to hades’ arm, you cry out his name at a volume barely above a whisper— bottom lip wobbling and face crumbling just like your resolve because it hurts so good not to use him to get off, the shame only adding fuel to the fire in your lower belly. “s-shut up,” you struggle to get out, to mean what you say as your needy hole clenches against the blistering skin of a god. “you don’t make me feel shit…y-you could never be h-him—oh,” keigo flexes his thigh beneath your unloyal pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips in hunger as your words taper off into a sinful little sigh at your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. “oh…oh fuck you.” 

“watch your mouth.” hades all but snarls, a cruel smirk beginning its horizon on his slightly chapped lips now that you’re finally playing his game, your hips falling into their own rhythm over his thigh—speeding up in their straddled dance over him. again, his hands explore all what your body has to offer and this time you let him, throwing your head back when hawks rips the fabric of your skirt to get a better view of your naked rosy cunt and how beads of glistening arousal pearl between perfect pussy lips. “don’t need to be your shitty little human to make you feel good, sweetheart. i know i’m better than him,” he makes a sick point of reminding you so, leaning back into his throne with a hazy look settling into the embers of his golden eyes, those of which are trained on the way your folds encapsulate his thigh as you get yourself off on him. “i’m your god, you’ll only ever feel the pinnacle of pleasure with me.”

you loath that this much is true, of all the times hawks has punished you for resenting him— talking back and being ungrateful, you’ve never cum as hard with anyone else as much as you have with him. when his flaming hands swallow your thighs, burn their hand prints into them until you can smell the scent of singeing flesh tangled with death, decay and your saccharine pussy you feel like you’re dying. you must be, with the waves of euphoria you’re drowning in, your lungs ache from the near screams of delight that rattle around in your throat with every grind against hawks— especially when he begins to bounce his thighs against your cunt that blossoms for him like a flower from the lands up above.

“you’re awful…” you say, teary eyed despite humping at keigo’s twitching thigh faster and faster with ragged breaths— giving him a front row seat to you losing your mind, to your slit drooling so delicately against him despite how roughly your body moves. his clawed hand reaches the back of your bodice, tearing it into two as if it were nothing and letting the fabric fall away from your bouncing chest.

his mouth is on your breasts within an instant, the heated pink tongue of the god rolling over your darkened areolas and rock hard nipples, standing on end from the cool death chilled air, before the sharpened edge of his teeth sink into your soft mounds. “only just now realising that, honey? when i’m literally the king of death?” hawks let’s go of you with a slick pop, his cheeks flushed red and lips in a state to match— cock and thigh twitching at the little simper you let out from the painful sting of his teeth biting at your skin. your state is no better than his, brows creased adorably in the centre of your forehead, mouth open in a raw ‘o’ shape and your eyes screwed shut while your skin shines with perspiration. a diamond in the rough. 

“fuck, you look so fucking good,” the god of the underworld curses, glowing yellow eyes torn between watching your face contort in lechery and your mound, gliding smoothly over his paled yet golden skin— leaving a trail of slick in her wake. “oh fucking hell,” he beefs, from deep within his chest licentiously, the words caught in his throat when you start to bounce up and down in the god’s lap by your own accord. “that’s right, ride it. ride my thigh like you fucking hate me.” he leers, goading you into lifting your hips and slamming your clit back down on his shaky thigh, eyes a dark and molten gold rolling back at the sight. 

you don’t have the energy to curse him out again, whimpering and mewling like a fallen angel as you reach out to grab keigo’s shoulder in order to steady yourself. your body is wracked with the shakes and trembles even as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, one hand on his hip, using him as leverage to ride him, throwing yourself down on him as the lewd pap of your sticky pussy fills the sex and death tainted air. hawks’ mouth is back on you, biting and marking your neck, licking a nasty trail from your collarbones and back to the swell of your breasts to suckle on them— only serving to make your cunt fish every time it’s lifted from his thigh, ruining his dark robes with slick and making his wings burn brighter like the ball of lust growing between you.

hawks plants his feet firmly on the floor, his hands smoothing over your ass so he can roughly pull your cheeks apart, slamming you back down on his quivering leg every time it juts up to meet your pretty, syrupy cunt. you squeak, the hood of your clit pulled back, blood rushing right too it carrying sex crazed hormones that make your whole body tingle. “oh, just look at your fucking pussy. so, wet. so nasty.” he laughs like the sight of you staining his leg, humping it like a bitch is ludicrous. “you sure you hate me?” you do, gods you fucking do but you can barely talk with the delight pain that sparks at your ass cheeks as keigo marks them with burns again. branding you with the hades name— making you property of the underworld. 

“how can you hate me when you belong to me?” he bleats sweet and soft despite how rough hades is with you, scattering your pretty body with scalding burn marks. “when i make you feel so good that you can’t even remember your own pathetic little mortal name?” he says it then, when he’s growling and smacking a blazing hand down against your bruising ass, making you cry out and howl and drag your nails down his skin. keigo did you a favour, saving your weak and loving soul above all else after your lover had cast you aside— he protected you, nurtured you and all you could do was look at him like he ruined the world for you. so in turn, every time you would act up like this, keigo would fuck you until you were literally an inch from losing your life, reminding you that you bound to him for all of eternity, no matter what you did. 

“you’re mine. remember?” he coos to you when your head starts to loll and you’re hiccuping so hard you can’t even think to breathe right. “my little queen of the underworld.” 

slumping forward, you don’t slow the roll of your hips, the gentle glide of your slippery cunt along hades’ blazing thigh and instead you shake your head, weakly, miserably to the point where he just finds your denial cute. “‘m not…i-i,” you gargle, words incoherent against the molten core of keigo’s chest. “i fucking hate you—uhuh, yeah…i do.” you moan.

like most humans, you’re fucking pitiful but your voice adorned with lust is enticing to a god who hears nothing but deathly wails all day. “keep tellin’ yourself that; baby but look at how you fall apart on my lap. uhuh…yeah?” keigo flashes you his pearly whites through his condescending smirk and tone, using you so bristfully that every time he pushes you back and forth over his thigh you go as far back as to grind your puffy clit against his knee. “that felt good, huh? yeah i know…you’re all mine.” 

you fucking hate him, and that voice of his and how he plays you for a fucking fool. 

you hate how his possession over you makes you needy, makes you melt and how you eagerly nod your head, sore and bruised by flames all over as you push it into keigo’s neck— the knot in your tummy nice and tight, so good that it hurts. “‘m close… don’t stop. please, o-oh fuck!” you cry, coated in your own essence as it splatters every time you slam your pretty pussy down on hawks, clenching around nothing, your sweet words soothing the ache in his rigid dick. “j-just like that. f-fuck! keigo!” 

the way you drawl out the syllables of his name makes a primal urge stir in the god— he circles your hips on him, let’s his calloused finger tips burn their mark against your hips and your thighs and your ass, knowing that the torment gets you off, makes your creamy cunt wetter. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess in my lap? paint your god with your pretty juices?” he teases, short for breath leaning up with a fond smile until your lips are just barely apart. he wonders how you’ll look when you cum this time; if your sweaty swollen lips with hungrily accept his, if you’ll cry with your eyes closed or look him in his own— your sparkling bambi eyes swirling with hatred and dread like they always do. “c’mon…come on. give it to me, sweetheart, lemme feel you come undone.” 

hot fingers, the ones that branded you push into your clit— pinching it as hades writes his signature against your throbbing pussy, moaning with you when you jolt. “yeah, you like that?” he growls, voice hoarse and your body betrays you once more, head nodding into his neck. “mhm, you’re gonna cum like this for me aren’t you? you’re gonna fucking cum for the god you hate. that’s it…oh gods, that’s fuckin’ it, doll.” 

“i-i’m! oh gods, keigo—!” you squeal as the knot of lust within you unravels all at once, your core gushing with release as hades makes you dive head first into a blinding orgasm. you violently shake and your thighs lock around his hand that works you through your high and releases the pressure in your pussy, sweet streams of clear arousal soaking his lap and dripping down your thighs. hawks can’t bring himself to stop, doesn’t know where to look as he draws tighter circles on your little nub, drawing out your orgasm for his own amusement, addicted to how your skin shines with your release. “s-stop! please… s’too much!” you squeak.

the world spins harder on its axis and you barely have time to register hawks flipping your positions, folding you with your back to the throne and legs thrown over the bend of his burly arms. he can’t wait any fucking longer, feeling as if his cock might explode without being inside of you, watching you cum like that having sent him into a throbbing frenzy. you haven’t even calmed down yet, still limp from your orgasm when keigo pushes his length through your seeping, glistening folds, red cockhead catching on the hood of your clit in desperation, poking at your fluttering hole, ready to fuck into you while he lets his dick slap along the length of you. 

“j-just because you’ve made me cum…doesn’t mean i like you, nor trust you.” you pant in denial, trying and failing to open your pretty eyes to the underworld. “it doesn’t mean anything.” 

but keigo, he’s too far gone to care at this point. he could care less if you hate him, if you adore him, worship him or fear him. the only thing on his mind right now is sinking his yearning, pulsating shaft into your slick, slit while you’re still coming down from heaven and back to him in the world below. “don’t give a fuck,” he says, a hankering feeling to fuck you now clouding his mind. “i don’t need your trust little bird, i already know your body fucking loves me.” 

he won’t last long and neither will you, you’re already only just hanging on by a thread. “i-i don’t,” you slur, spit on the pad of tongue feeling heavy, you still haven’t recovered from your orgasm, squeezing down on every inch that keigo pushes into you— even though you’re wet beyond belief, your pink little hole can’t help but resist him, as if your body is finally denying him after everything he put you through on his thigh. “n-no…no no!” you cry out, a mess of dry lips and crystal tears, lifting your ass from the seat of the throne to try and coax hawks back into you. “please…need it, y-your cock…p-please!”

“see look, you’re being so nice now… is that all it takes? play with your precious pussy a little bit and you stop pretending to hate me?” keigo laughs huskily, dragging a thumb over his seedy tip as his fat length sits on your tummy— before shoving the soiled digit against your clit, pressing it into your pleasure nub so loosen you up a bit to take him. “this pussy doesn’t hate me, does she? oh no…she belongs to me.” 

you shudder at his words despite the heat of his flames, and you’re not even given a second to respond or prepare before his ribbed and red hot cock is shoved into your unused hole, his practised hands lifting you higher from the throne to accommodate for all of his size. “oh…oh god, k-keigo,” you coo like a little angel, your gaze losing its focus while the king of death folds you in half against his royal seat, the forked and purpling veins decorating his shaft pressing up against new pulse points, pinging them with ecstasy the further he presses into you. 

hawks bends over your shaky frame, golden and carved abs pressed against the backs of your thighs, the god smothering you with his body once he reaches the hilt, your knees digging blissfully into your shoulders, his cock already nestled against your g-spot from the pure size of him and you feel so full, like keigo is everywhere around you, a pleasant pain thrumming as your squishy insides stretch over his cold. he’s in your guts, your senses, your heart though it’s blackened with hatred for him. 

you’re dizzy and your eyes droop, mind void of thought and you don’t have the effort to hate him anymore— not when he makes you feel like this. “nuh-uh, wake up sweetheart, want you to look at me as i fuck ya, kay?” keigo whispers to you sweetly, his blazen hand smacking down on your face, pulling the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard from between your lips. “that’s it, wake up f’me. listen to this cunt call my name,” he laments tapping your cheek once more and grins at the branded hand print before golden eyes lock themselves  away— taking away your sunshine from up above. you listen intently, the lewd squelch of your insides bouncing of stacks of bones and towers of skeletons, at a volume much higher than the cries of the undead. “my messy messy girl, so messy you might as well admit that you’re in love with me.” 

while that couldn’t have been further from the truth, you submit to the god who makes you a slave to his cock— slowly withdrawing from your snug walls, pulling out of your sticky selfish cunt. “ain’t it damned shame that lover boy took you for granted?” he growls with a voice tinged with possession. “such a shame that you’re sentenced to slutting yourself out on this cock for the rest of your days…oh fuck, you’re tight.” hips surging forwards, hawks sets a steady pace to rocking his dick into you, blunt cockhead pushing and pulling against sensitive spots that makes you see the stars in the night sky again. and maybe you do consider yourself lucky, without touya fucking you over, you wouldn’t be prisoner to the best dick you’ve ever had. 

you hate him, but hades is so, so good—teeth and tongue latching back onto your bouncing breasts as the heat from his flames spreads through you like a wildfire in a forest and the only thing capable putting it out is his precum sloshing in creamy, loose white against your gummy, syrupy walls. “m-my fucking god!” you manage through stuttered breathes, keening into the swipes of keigo’s tongue across your breasts that he’s burned, as if his saliva will soothe you. he ploughs into you at a god speed pace, skin slapping on skin as his balls slam into the curve of your ass and harmonise with your high pitched wails. 

“that’s right, baby.” he sounds so elated, moaning happily around your swollen nipples, moving to pant happily into your ear, pressing further and further into you until keigo is hardly pulling away from bullying your g-spot, your juices splashing about the places, running down the length of your slit and your ass to pool underneath you on the marble throne. “i’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine, for the rest of forever…don’t, ah shit, care what you say. hate me all y’fuckin’ want.” 

hawks fucks you like he hates your guts, looking over you, throwing your legs over his shoulder and using his weight to canter into your abused cunt, rocking his throne with a dull thump to each of thrusts. he frees you from the grip that leaves burn marks across your body, to briefly run his hand through sweaty blonde locks, both of you are slick with perspiration, breathing ragged and you’re definitely too fucked out to even see at this point. the sun is keigo; despite the dreary underworld you live in, and the tears blur your vision too much for you to tell this isn’t the land of the living. 

“‘m g’na cum,” you tell hades eagerly, feeling like you’re alive the more he fills you up— sexes slotted together like a match made in heaven when you really feel like he’s your own personal hell. “gonna cum so fucking hard.” the pleasure is suffocating, deathly, but you don’t care, crying from every hole possible, locking down on keigo’s ravaging dick when he slaps your entrance to keep you awake— you jolt, sore from every joint and whine out pathetically. 

“can feel you cummin’ on me again, better give it all t’me little bird— want your fuckin’ mind, your body, your soul.” he sinks his teeth into the junction at your neck one last time, adding another delightfully painful mark to the rest that litter your body. he does it all to numb your pain of touya leaving you, fills you up with love which you mistake for hate because how can a merciless god who takes lives for fun be capable of loving you. it’s not long before your body does as he says, following keigo’s lead, tumbling down the highway to hell as the bright light of his flames flashes before your very eyes, your release staining his abdomen where it’s smooshed up against your clit.

“oh shit, fuck that’s it,” he’s right behind you too, abs rippling while the mighty god of death trembles above you and pours thick white from his angry red tip straight into your bruised womb, lewd clapping noises filling the air as he rocks into you through the last of your highs. keigo makes a pretty mess of you; creaming your insides as his last mark of possession over you. “my pretty little bird, mine eternally.” 

he hopes you’ll forget touya, that you’ll forgive him just this once— stop hating him for once. 

but with your foreheads pressed together, bodies limp and uncomfortable against the throne hawks— hades, has conjured up you quickly come to your senses with closed eyes and lost breath. 

“i hate you, hades.” you grunt, shame burning at you now instead of him, instead of lust. “get off me.” 

[4izawas]

— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐤. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: her eyes are soft when she replies, “because you’re a good person,” and her words are all it takes for his stiff body to collapse into her hold as he begins crying earnestly into her shoulder.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: keigo takami/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.79k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sorta nestfic, rut cycles/in heat, set on valentine’s day/ valentine’s day mentions, hurt/comfort, creampies, facefucking mentions, discussions of hawks’ traumas, mating habits, lovemaking, missionary.

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @cherrykamado. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 @suyacho‘𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

a shiver ran across hawks’ skin as he lay in bed; after such an eventful fight with a villain beforehand, it was a real wonder that he’d managed to get so much time off, rut symptoms aside. regardless, once he’d tossed them at the policeman waiting, he’d taken off, calling the hpsc as he did to tell them his rut was imminent ( as in a couple hours away at best ) so they could black out his schedule, and they’d done so. keigo had returned to his penthouse and had taken up his right to bask in the sanctity that lay between his lover’s legs, his animalistic urge to breed taking over only forty-five minutes after he arrived home. he’d found her already ready, as she always was, and then the needs had taken over. 

his memory was always fuzzy after they did, and he always depended on y/n to remember everything to retell it to him. she was the only person he had ever allowed to spend his ruts with him, so that alone was enough for him to trust her completely when it came to her informing him of what happened whenever he went under. 

he glances at the screen of his phone as it lights up with one of a million notifications, his eyes catching the date as well as the mention of the league of villains having been spotted in the kanto region, but he turns away. y/n had made him promise no work when he went through his cycles, he’d even used to lock his phone away in a little automated lock box to make sure he kept to it — he couldn’t be weak now, she was here, in his bed, wrapped in his bedding and his clothes and his scent. 

“keigo?” comes his lover’s voice from behind him, and he takes a deep breath before completely relaxing into the arms that snaked their way around his body. that’s right, he wasn’t hawks here, because he didn’t have to be — he was just keigo.  y/n’s keigo. 

with a smile on his face, he carefully rolls over in her arms, his eyes shining when they meet hers. she’s still tired, the fog of sleep clinging to her eyes, but still she worries for him despite not even being completely aware of her surroundings. her sense of urgency when it came to him always made him feel mushy inside; no one had ever really bothered with him in that way before. 

“hey there, sweetheart,” he says softly through a half-assed smile. she squints at him slightly, reading his face with an ease that had made him deeply uncomfortable at the beginning of their relationship that now only served to strengthen it; hawks knew now that her knowing how he was feeling without him saying it played well into both of their strengths and weaknesses at this point. 

“what’s wrong?” she asks quietly, her scratchy-sounding voice echoing the sore throat that was the result of the strain that had been put on it after the brutal facefucking she’d received from him only a few hours before when his rut had been at its peak; the merciless breeding he’d put her cunt through had had her screaming, which was probably also a contributing factor, and while his inner beast preened at the knowledge that her hole was well-bred and still leaking his cum, keigo couldn’t hold back the stabbing guilt that coursed through him. his gaze darkens as he looks down at the bruises littering her throat where he’d gripped it as he’d fucked his fourth load in her, and the stinging sensation of oncoming tears overcomes him. 

she was in pain, and it was his fault — his fault for not holding back his urges, for using her like a tool when she was nothing close. it didn’t matter that she’d genuinely  asked for it, had begged for him to let her help him through his rut cycle as always, she always ended up worse for wear, and keigo always swore it would be the last time… but he always fell back in the cycle for taking out his more animalistic urges on her, and she always paid the price. 

just like they had always told him, he was bad. only bad people hurt the ones they loved. was he even worse than his parents? they hadn’t loved him, so he had to be. he was. 

the realization hurt. 

“why do you love me?” hawks whispers, tears shimmering in his eyes. he just can’t comprehend why she ever would. he expects  a quip of some kind, possibly a little rude remark to tease him, or even her maybe miraculously ignoring it — she did so hate it when he asked questions like this, but hawks knew that she would never ignore such a handful of words just as surely as he couldn’t help saying them. it didn’t matter if she told him how deeply she cared for him once or a million times, he’d always be surprised when she uttered those three words to him. 

her eyes are soft when she replies, “because you’re a good person,” and her words are all it takes for his stiff body to collapse into her hold as he begins crying earnestly into her shoulder. he can feel her wrap her arms around him, her voice soft as she shushes him gently without the intention of actually quieting him.

he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve her, hawks knows that. it doesn’t matter that he can be keigo to her, or that she most definitely is the only takami to actually love him, no. she deserves better than him, the son of two penniless scumbags who used their useless, waste-of-space child as a bargaining chip for their own freedom… but she chooses him. it doesn’t matter if he rages, because she soothes him. when he falls apart, she puts him back together again. when he finds himself missing something he doesn’t quite understand, she offers herself up as the perfect piece to fit the jigsaw puzzle of his life. 

it takes some time before he’s calm again, but eventually he is, if a little shaky. “h-happy valentine’s day,” he whispers into her bruised throat, speaking of the date he’d seen when his phone had lit up, and she chuckles lowly while running her fingers through his hair and nuzzling her nose against his temple. 

“happy valentine’s day, keigo,” she murmurs into his hair, and he sniffles as a new onslaught of tears threatens to overtake him. he didn’t want to cry again, really he didn’t…

“i love you,” he whimpers, unspeakably vulnerable, and he feels her hum lightly against him.. 

“i know,” is her only response, and he crumbles again, clinging to her like a lost man to religion — because that’s what she is, really. keigo spends his days, his life, worshiping her as she more than deserves — her, the deity he’d follow blindfolded with all senses stolen from him. 

her, the only one who had ever stayed. 

“make love to me, please,” she asks quietly, interrupting his thoughts. he protests at first, sure that she was too achy for something so trying, but she locks eyes with him and insists, her wants and desires clear. and fuck, even if keigo couldn’t be the man she deserved, the least he could do was make her happy as best he was able. if lovemaking was what she ( and, truthfully, he too ) wanted, then lovemaking she’d get. 

he carefully eases his cock, currently hard from the need that was already creeping up on him again, into her soft cunt, and she sighs softly as he fills her out perfectly. keigo squeezes his eyes shut, taking deep breaths and fighting off the whine at the back of his throat at how good she felt around him before slowly beginning to move, his hips pulling back only to slowly meet hers again. soft sighs and moans of pleasure left her lips, pairing beautifully with his own light grunts and groans as the muscle beneath his right eyebrow began to twitch; it always did this when he was close, and he always came so much easier during his cycles, but he had to hold out for her — he wanted her to cum first, wanted to watch her fall apart in his arms, so he holds himself back. 

“you’re so, so good, keigo,” she murmurs breathily, a soft whine to her words as pleasure courses through her body. “so good, so sweet.”

“m-mine!” he whimpers into her flesh, softly mouthing at the line of bruised bites that ran across her collarbone, and she sighs happily with a simple smile on her face. 

“all yours, my dove,” she whispers, her head tilting back as she gives up any further attempts to speak. keigo is all moans and whimpers anyway, and her point has been made regardless of whether or not she spoke any more. 

before long y/n finally cums around him, long past the point of overstimulation and easily aroused, and keigo follows suit. the thick cord that had drawn tighter and tighter in his stomach at every gentle thrust of his hips against hers had snapped just as the knot in y/n’s own tummy had been pulled taut so suddenly moments before. keigo fills her yet again with a long, drawn out cry as she spasms around him, his cum seeping from her insides around his cock with each bout of her tightening up, and his heart races against hers through both of their ribcages. 

he presses their foreheads together as they both come down from their respective highs, their noses slotted perfectly as their chests heave in tandem. his eyes are open, hazing into her own as she looks up at him with stars in her eyes, a smile in them just as bright as the sun though her soft lips are slack and at ease as she studies him. she breaks his gaze as she dips her head forward to kiss him, her own soft ones clashing ever so slowly with the wind-chapped skin of his own. they stay like this for a long moment, simply basking in one another’s existence as they share their kiss, before y/n slowly pulls back ever so slightly — not even half an inch is between them, and their lips still touch, but regardless it is enough.  

“i’ll love you forever, kei’,”she whispers into his lips, and a new, single tear falls from his cheek to hers before dripping down, soaking slowly into her skin as keigo closes his eyes. 

“and i you,” he whispers, before kissing her again and whispering a soft, “forever,” into her mouth. 

yes, forever. that sounded perfect. 

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[queenendless]

🪶❣️🪽This Bird's Beauty (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)🪽❣️🪶

A/N: Testing the waters and getting back to writing BNHA stuff. This time on my recent simping/comfort character.

AU time, already established relationship, tickle fluff, and emotional stuff cause I'm an emotional wreck right now.

Plus I have read a lot of tickle fluff with this man and now I want in on it! There is some in here so I count that!

The past month and so this bird man has been on my mind. And I need new anime husbandos to write for!

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Another day in Kyushu.

Another busy patrol.

All to attain his long-term goal of heroes having too much free time on their hands.

Worn out, scuffed here and there, and gliding slowly above his hometown, the #2 hero Hawks was heading back to his favorite spot in the city.

A conversation from earlier surfaced in his mind.

“No villain stands a chance against you, Hawks!” One of his sidekicks ego boosted him.

“And no hero for that matter.” His other sidekick remarked.

Hawks chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Endeavor would disagree on that last one. Even the fastest hero alive can't handle the flames so well.”

“And does the fastest youngest hero alive have their eyes set on anyone lately~?”

“I've got my whole life before this young bird settles down in the nest.” That was his ending remark before saluting off to his crew and flying on outta there.

“Still …” He murmured to himself as he took a certain familiar route through the air. “I've already got my sights set on a particular birdie~”

A precious light amongst the seas of blurred smudges.

Saving you on more than one occasion.

Just a regular quirkless person.

Coincidence turned into a kinda sorta reason.

Spotting you between patrols and breaks.

An instant curiosity turned to intrigue.

Walking with you, talking with you about anything besides hero work, getting some fried chicken together.

This new constant of his day-to-day life as the #2 hero of Japan became the one constant he wished to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

One minute you're the breath of fresh air that he gladly partakes in. The next thing he knows, seeing you waving at him one day had his stoic face burning up at how much his heart was racing.

Your genuine gaze, your comforting scent, your infectious laughter —

Razor sharp vision spotted your apartment a mile away as he arrived at the more tranquil suburbs set against the rowdy cityscape.

He could immediately visualize you reading something curled up on your fuzzy soft rug in your bedroom, laying on your tummy as your bare legs crisscrossed in the air, your balcony door cracked open to let in the fresh air.

“All too easy.” He snickered as he sent several of his small feathers to zoom in through the opening.

Your recognition of the tough supple fuzziness that is his feathers stroking your bare soles had you rubbing away those tingling touches only to giggle absentmindedly as those feathers split up to stroke your heels, your topsides, and your arches.

Viewing your smile growing and picking up your melodious giggles through the sound vibrations in the air his feathers received had him relishing in his newfound hobby on top of winding down with you.

“Beautiful, inside and out.”

Your concentration on reading crumbled as you squeaked from those feathers wiggling against your toes, having you roll over and pull your legs to your chest, rubbing your feet together as your narrowed gaze homed in on those feathers floating back to the big bird man perched outside.

“Hey birdy!” Hawks' cheery face and tone had you at a loss between glee and frustration. “I've missed ya!” He was met with a pillow thrown at his face, taking the plush smack, catching it right after. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“It's been a week.” You stood up and brushed out your wrinkled attire as he hopped down from his perch on the railing before you, his ruffled feathers straightening themselves out. “And the first thing you do is a sneak attack!”

“Well, performing my heroic duties comes first, of course. Didn't stop me from thinking about you, though.” His flattery could only get him so far out of the doghouse, tossing the pillow aside. “And your lovely voice.”

“Can't see why though – EEK~!” The feather tickling your neck had you squealing and smacking your skin for not catching said feather as Hawks snorted in his gloved hand, smirking his ass off.

“Well cause I like everything about you … and you being ticklish is just a bonus.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm. “This is the thanks I get for saving you all those times?”

“Yeah, thanks a lot. I owe you my life.” Your sarcastic remark trails off when his tough supple wings draped around you, pulling you flush against him as his pouting lips and downtrodden eyes made you sigh in exasperated admittance. “Okay okay.”

Grabbing both sides of his fluffy collar, you pulled Hawks down enough for you to gently peck his lips. “Seriously … thank you.”

He blushed bright as a rose, grinning all dopey like. He cupped and brushed your cheeks as he returned the kiss tenderly, murmuring between breaks. “How lucky am I to have a gem like you in my life?”

“Flattery will only get you so far, #2.” Your airy remark was short lived as his golden-brown eyes gleamed with mirth.

“And your teasing will just keep getting you this~!”

His wings scribbled against your backside, causing a stream of squeals to come out, sounding so melodious to his own ears.

“No fair!” Your frantic pushing against his chest only drove him to have his feathers strike your nape. “Stahahap!” You felt your feet slip over your forgotten book, leaving it up to Hawks’ quick reflexes to keep you standing as his arms and wings protectively wrapped you up in his fuzzy cocoon, increasing the tingling sensations rubbing every inch of you. “Hahahahahawks!”

“So sensitive.” His faint stubble brushed the side of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squeaked louder. “So squishy~” He swooned, his arms flexing as he squeezed your waistline, wiggling his fingers into your sides plus squeezing them for good measure. “So squeamish!”

“I hahahate you – AAH~!” Him lifting you by your thighs had your arms and legs instinctively hugging his neck and waist.

“That's not what I see here, beautiful~” His smug smirk made you hide your flushed whining face in his neck, feeling the rumbling of his laughter seep through you. “But okay, I'll stop with the tickles … if you help me strip~”

“God you tease.” Your complaint was betrayed by your heartfelt emotion. Gingerly taking off his visor, his amused affectionate eyes watched as you also took off his headphones with slow tepid care, keeping you steady with his hands pressed to you tight.

“Ya know … you can call me by my real name … if you want to, that is.” He mused as he plopped down on your bed and helped you take off his jacket. “Seems only fair since I always call you by yours.” He pried his gloves off with his teeth, tempting you with his actions. “I wanna hear my name coming off your lips~” He purred.

Tenderly setting his removed items down on your nightstand table, you cupped his own cheeks just so you could look him straight in those golden-brown hues. “Keigo.” His eyes lite up right away. “K … Kei.” He audibly gulped as rose red tinted from his ears to his neck for indeed his blushing face spoke volumes of how overjoyed he was. “Can I call you that? Kei?”

He cheekily grinned. “Anything for you, angel.”

You peppered kisses all over his own giggling face. Prying his boots off with help from the heels, Keigo delicately pushed you to lie down on your back, legs intertwined, as some of his feathers tugged the balcony slide door closed before returning to his wings draping you both in their cozy protective warmth.

“I really did miss you, baby bird.”

He froze up as the sounds of sniffles reached his ears. The sight of tears making your e/c eyes shimmer like jewels are as mesmerizing as they are heart wrenching.

“I missed you too, Kei. So much.” His butterfly kisses to your eyes and cheeks were his way to cheer you up and show you just how much he cares for you, smiling as his stubble tickled your sensitive face enough to make you giggle and smile yourself.

“This optimistic guy is just glad to finally be home with his beauty again.” He sighed deeply as you brushed through his unruly messy hair, relaxing and leaning in to your heavenly touch.

Lulled by your caresses, he felt himself falling asleep, whispering as his droopy eyes turned to you.

“Y/n, thank you.” His lazy kiss gets returned by you, having his tired smile still radiating endearment as you both pulled away. “For coming into my life. Letting me be myself around you. Just … everything.”

“I feel the same way, Kei.” You confess as you too felt the embrace of sleep taking you in, using his chest as a pillow, slacking as having him back in your arms made it that much easier to settle down and unwind, straight to sleepy town. “I love you.”

Keigo's heart beats right outta his chest at that confession, admiring your sweet sleeping self, giving your forehead a kiss, curling into you, lulled by your soft breathing as it became his favorite lullaby. “I love you too.”

His wings settled back, pulling away to rest behind him as Keigo pulled you two to lay on your sides, still enraptured in each other, as nighttime swept throughout Kyushu.

For their winged protector took a nice long rest.

With you, his beautiful partner, safe and sound in his arms.

[jpentl]

🦅Hm? 🌸There are times when I can’t believe Hawks is my boyfriend… // 🦅Ahh // 🦅In that case… SFX: rustle // 🦅Do you believe it now? // 🌸 Y-You can’t do something like that in the middle of the streets!! 🌸 We’ll get caught! [T/N: As in photographed by paparazzi] 🦅Ehh? 🦅Though, that’s fine with me ♪

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[chainelunaire]

first date places

dabi

the roofs. he loves watching sky at any given time actually, he especially loves stargazing. when he was a kid, he had a telescope and about a hundred books about space, so til this day he's very invested. and another funny thing about him is that he still has that 'dude who was born rich' mentality, despite the fact that he lived on the streets for literally a decade. he wants everything to look like he hasn't tried (and he doesn't want to try) and he wants it to be literally perfect at the same time. so he goes for an obvious solution, being bringing you to watch stars together. it might be difficult to do in a such large city, but he knows places, and he knows a lot of them. he wants to show you the night city in all it's glory as well. he's a bit sentimental, so he shares a lot of stories of a particular places in which he lived - nothing in detail, just to entertain you. despite all his aloof demeanor, he's really proud of himself that he succeeded in impressing you. and if you're truly interested in astronomy as much as he is, then it's over for you, his nerdy ass won't shut up. it has it's pros: it's simply unfair how adorable he looks while telling you everything he knows about stars.

shigaraki

it's his bar for this very special occasion. he's very nervious and the fact that he already left his room is some heroic (pun unintended) shit for him. he needs somewhat comforting surroundings to collect himself better. i believe he's also a romantic at heart, so with help of the lov he'll decorate his place, so it'll be something really nice, not some messy area they usually live in. there will be music (in general he hates music, but he'll tolerate it just this once, because a, it's toga who plays guitar, b, it's for a mission (date)), there will be candles (he went through some real shit trying to steal scented ones and they smell bad anyway for his taste, and even yours), there will be an attempt at decent dinner (please don't eat it, your stomach will probably die). and however awkward it might look, with lov lurking in the background cheering you voth on, those awfully scented candles, somewhat nice music and tomura standing right in the middle of the chaos of this all, it still feels...genuinely nice? such a warm, fuzzy feeling, that you are so welcomed here. he really went out of his way to do this all for you.

hawks

congrats on pulling the hottest bitch in town, now good luck actually catching him for a date. the thing is, he's a second for a reason, he's booked and busy, going on missions saving people and so. the most foolproof plan here is to bring him on a date in his own apartment. it's difficult even like that, bc frankly, he's rarely there. he never had any desire to return here, tbh. it doesn't even look like someone lives in here, more like a hotel room, which is also pretty empty and dark. there's little to no furniture, some bed to sleep on, a couch, a table and a TV. very sad. so it's on you to make it cozier and it doesn't have to be much, not at all. he doesn't like fancy things in general, he just doesn't care. whatever you want to make with his place is fine by him. and he's not romantic at all actually, but he appreciates the effort you make to simply spend some time with him. it's a big deal for him, that someone is willing to spend their time not only to tidy up his place and all, but to actually do it for a date which is the direct invitation to spend more time with him. which means, someone really, really wants to spend this exact time with him. wild, don't you think? and this scene where you lit up all the candles you've brought and then sit right next to him, pulling a blanket over you both and asking which movie he chose in the end - that makes it for him.

[hadakzu]

Wrote this while avoiding writing other comfort fic I started a while ago now lmao.

ANYWAY UM

Hawks x gn reader, hurt/comfort, trust issues I guess, (?)fear of abandonment, the reader struggles to open up and let people in, but Hawks is patient and helps!

"You know you don't always have to go through everything alone, right? You got me by your side, you know that, right?"

This wasn't the first time he would have to remind you of that. Wishing that you wouldn't just shut yourself out again, hide yourself from the world again. You were too precious for that, to not be seen by the world around you. To be forgotten to the shadows, left fighting your demons alone.

"I know"

You always said you knew.. but did you really? Because those words coming from your mouth felt more like a defense to hide how you truly felt. More like a practiced answer than anything. Trying to reassure him that you knew, so he wouldn't worry. Maybe you did know. You weren't stupid afterall, rationally speaking your brain probably knew you deserved to be cared for too, at least some amount..

But did you feel like you did? He doubted not.

Why else would you put up these walls around everyone, including him. Keeping people at arms length. Why else would you always leave out the important parts of your life. When he genuinely asked how you were, you only told him small stories of here and there, about your past few days. Telling them like a story that was practiced, carefully thought through, ready in your mind before he even got to properly ask, shifting the attention of the conversation to somewhere else. Avoiding his question.

"It's okay to lean on others sometimes.. it's okay to let people in, you know..?"

"I know.."

Again. You said you knew but your voice told him otherwise, it was unsure and careful. Like in your head you were fighting whether or not to believe that, whether or not it was okay to let him in. Whether or not everything would just fall down if you opened the gates for him, you hadn't left them down in a while. Would the whole wall just collapse at once, trapping both you and him under it. What if it was too much.. what if you were too much.. or worse. What if he thought you were just being overly dramatic, that it wasn't that bad. That you had no reason to feel this hurt.. Making things bigger than they were. Maybe you had been the one creating these problems for yourself. Maybe it was actually all just your fault... all on you.. Purely on you that this was what your life had become. Maybe you could have done something differently... If you just had tried harder... if you weren't so weak... if..

"Sweetie.. I don't think you do."

You felt the drop on your heart, you had been caught, he had seen right through you. He saw you were lying about how you were, and called you out on it. Not for blaming you, or to point a finger at you. He wasn't mad, he just cared. He wanted to reach that heart of yours, seeing how it was so wary of being hurt.

Starting by gently reaching to your hand, holding and caressing it in a reassuring manner, trying to sooth your mind from your thoughts. He should have to approach this gently, so you wouldn't close off even further. But he would reach you. Just like he always did. Even if sometimes it was bit harder, he wouldn't give up on you, you were worth fighting for. Even if it meant fighting your own inner thoughts.

"I know it can be hard, I know it's scary.. to open up and let someone care. When you're not used to it, and have been hurt by it before"

He looked at your eyes, hoping to reach yours too, so you could see it in his eyes, he was speaking the truth. His eyes filled with care, love and concern for you.. He wanted to see you shine again, like he knew you could. You were his sun during his darkest times, he wanted to be that for you too.

"I want to be your wings, to be someone you can trust to pick you up when you fall. We're supposed to be in this together afterall.. to be a team.. Isn't that right?"

Reaching to your cheek, thumb caressing your side as he finally reached those eyes. Giving you a soft smile, as to show how he had taken it to his heart, the words you had told him before.

"I learned that from you birdy. Now I want you to be the one to learn it too. To believe those words, to believe I care"

"I care."

As he said those words he gently put his head against yours, pulling you closer to him. He could feel he was close pulling you out of your thoughts. A soft kiss on your forehead, was what it took for you to finally let him in, wrapping your arms around him as you hid your face under his head. Against his chest, feeling his warmth.

It was a start.

"..I know"

That felt more genuine, it was quiet sure, but it felt more like you actually believed your words. You knew he cared, he wouldn't go out his way to reach you from these shadows if he didn't. Even if he had to do it more often than either of you would like, everytime he did, it was a progress. You letting him in, was a progress. And everytime after that, you got more of that beautiful shine of yours back. The light he had always seen in you, even when you didn't see it yourself. It was there, it just needed someone to make sure it didn't get blown off.

"You know, for someone with such big heart and such wise words, you really are bad at listening them yourself"

A small chuckle left your lips as you nuzzled closer to him, feeling his wings wrap around your body. Creating a safe cocoon that always made you feel better, if you just let yourself the permission to be wrapped in them. They made you feel safe. He made you feel safe.

"I know"

A shared laugh, it was a start. You would both learn how to do this together, to trust each other. To be loved by each other. You would learn to believe those words. It was okay to let people in, to be vulnerable. To be cared for.

It was still a process though, old thoughts of insecurities creeping up to your mind. Feeling quilty of having let this happen again, pushing him away, when all he wanted, was to be there for you.

"...I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like this.. I just-"

He stopped you right there, tightening his arms just a little bit more. Rubbing your back as he started to talk. Feeling your heartbeat raise up.

"It's okay dove, I understand. You don't have to apologize, I got you now, alright? I'm here. We're in this together."

Biting your lip as you felt the effect of his words. He was too kind.. Maybe you didn't exactly understand what he saw in you, but he did see something. Something that made him care for you, even at the times you didn't make it easy. Actually, no. It was easy to care for you, but it wasn't always easy to get through to you. He would make sure to do it though, reassure you of your worth, remind you that you weren't a burden. There was something that would make him do it, over and over again, if only it meant being with you, reaching that beautiful heart of yours.

Feeling him this close, feeling his love. You couldn't help, but to believe his words. He truly cared. Only worry of yours was that he would eventually get tired of this, tired of you. Everytime he reached out it was slowly tearing down the walls, carefully so it wouldn't collapse. Letting the light come in and out of it more easily now, forging special path to your heart that he could walk. It was getting easier navigate than before, easier to reach the destination, than it had at the start. It was a progress.

But what if the progress was still too slow..

"please don't give up on me.. I swear I'm trying.. I really am"

Voice quiet as it broke down, he knew he had finally reached your heart, seeing behind those walls. Kissing the side of your head as he listened. Finally he would hear what was going on in that pretty head of yours. He would make sure to listen carefully, taking in what it was that bothered you, what were you so afraid of.

"I know you are sweetheart, and I see how far you've come. You really need to give yourself more of a credit. I see you and I see how much you do. "

Tears falling down your eyes, as you let yourself to be melted in his touch, in his words. Really listening them as you tried to be more open of how you felt. To let him in, even if it felt scary, even if the voices in your head told you to hide, you knew it wouldn't help. You knew it wasn't fair for him either, to keep him in the dark.

"I'm not planning on leaving, I never have. I don't think you realize, just how much of an amazing person you really are. You're perfect in my eyes, just.. please. Don't feel like you need to hide parts of yourself from me. I promise I won't see you any differently. I just want to be able to be there for you, to support you. It hurts me to see you in pain, to see you suffer alone, when I'm right here. You deserve to be cared for too. Please let me care."

Moment of silent as you listened to his words, listened to his voice. His voice sounded calm, yet you could hear the despair in it, trying to reassure your worrisome mind. Keeping you close as he just wanted you to be okay, be able to confide in him.

He really just wanted to be there. He really wanted to see what was running through your head.. to hear you out, hear your thoughts.. what happened to you to close off.

He cared a lot, it was new, it was scary. It felt warm, it felt.. safe. Intimidatingly enough his love felt safe, never had it been conditional or limited only to your good days or what you could provide. He simply just cared for you, loved you..

"I- I'll try."

That was good enough for him, it would be a good start. He would be patient with you and be there every step of the way, just like you where there for him. You would be in this journey together, learn how to lean in each other.

"That's all I could ask for, just know that I'm here.. Whatever it is that makes you feel like this, just know you're not alone."

Part of your wall fell down, feeling more lighter having him here, letting him see you this bare, being seen by someone who cared. You were sure you would be heard, whenever you felt ready to share. Keigo would listen and be your rock, Hawks would catch you if you fell off.

"I- I know. thank you"

Was all you let out as you broke down, because finally his words had reached your heart. Maybe it was okay to let him in afterall, to believe and trust in those words. Actually understand, you were not alone, not when he was by your side, fully embracing all sides of you heart.

Finally you could say that and believe it in your heart, you knew he cared, you knew it was okay to be cared. It was okay as long as he was here.

"Dove, it's okay now. Just let it out, there's no need to carry this alone. We're supposed to be in this together, it's what partners do. You deserve love too."

He kissed the top of your head as he kept you close, letting those tears run down and feel the relief of it flow. This was what you needed right now, to be here in his arms, wrapped around his wings. It was safe now, letting those gates open up, leaving them down. You would find he was still here.

You'd learn how to open your heart, even when you felt exposed, it was okay to be seen, let him care. Help you in time of need.

[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~"

[aizawasprincess]

Get Your Shit Together (So I Can Love You)

Pairing: Hawks/Reader

Rating: T

Words: 1,119

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Tags/Warnings: One Shot, Gender Neutral Reader, Smidge of Angst, Double Agent Hawks, Implied League of Villains Work, Medical Procedures, Wounds, Reader Is Implied to Have Some Sort of Medical Training, Not Really Friends To Lovers But On the Cusp of It

Summary: Hawks shows up at your door wounded and unwilling to explain how he got that way. Again. You know he’s up to something bad, something dangerous, but all you can do is put him back together again and wish things were different.

A/N: AAAHHH JESUS FUCK A GIANT SPIDER JUST RAN ACROSS MY CHEST WHILE I WAS CREATING THIS POST

Okay. Okay. I’m alright. It’s good. Everything’s fine.

Anyway so this is a fic I wrote a couple years ago after suddenly waking up in the middle of the night only to type it and pass promptly back out once it was finished. I was going through my fics to go back and start working on another older one when I saw this, re-read it, and decided to post it.

On TV, Hawks always seemed sort of… small. Zipping through the skies so fast the eye could barely catch him. Or standing between the mountain that was Endeavor and the lean height that was Best Jeanist. But now, standing in your living room at 2am, Hawks seems larger than life.

You blink owlishly up at him as he steps through the threshold of your door after offering little more than a “hey, kid, sorry it’s so late, but can I come in?”

He was the number two hero, you certainly weren’t going to tell him no.

“Keigo, wh-“ You stop short as you glance over him and notice red staining the lining of his jacket. A moment of panic bursts through you, and you squeal out a distressed “Keigo!” before settling into work mode.

You grasp his arm firmly and guide him into your bathroom, settling him on the toilet, always careful of his wings, before digging under your sink for medical supplies.

“Do I even want to know?” You ask as you help him out of the jacket and then shirt, assessing the damage. He gives you one of his signature cheeky grins, but you can see it’s strained with pain. He’s got a long gash running from his ribcage to his hip, and it looks deep.

“Probably not.”

You sigh. “And why are you darkening my doorstep at two in the morning instead of at the hospital?”

You’re sure you already know the answer. This is confirmed when you look up and his face has turned grim.

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

You allow frustration to leak into your voice. “I know you won’t tell me that.”

“Look, kid-“

You hear pleading in his voice, but you ignore it and hold up your hand, interrupting him. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Listen, this is bad, and it looks like it needs stitches, which I am not trained to do.”

“But you know how to do them anyway,” he says with a lopsided smile, “and really, who needs a hospital when I’ve got the best nurse in the world right here?” You give him a disparaging look and go to scrub your hands.

Grabbing some antiseptic, you begin cleaning his wound. He hisses and you see his stomach muscles flex as it stings, but you don’t stop. If he was going to play stupid games, he was going to win painful prizes.

“This is going to hurt worse, you know.” You pull suturing supplies from your kit and he grimaces knowingly and nods.

He’s being uncharacteristically quiet, and you stop threading the needle momentarily to look him over. He’s looking away from you, staring into your shower. Even still, you can see exhaustion clinging to him, purple crescents stamped under his eyes and visible despite his eyeliner. A small sigh escapes your nostrils and he glances up at you.

“Here,” you say, and your voice seems too loud to you, echoing off the walls, “brace yourself on me, and I’ll try to make this as quick as possible so we can get some ibuprofen in you.”

You finish threading the needle and grab his hands, placing them on your hips. His grip is light at first, almost tentative, and he doesn’t look you in the eye. Which is fine, because just now, in the quiet of your bathroom, you’ve noticed how intimate this has become, and you can’t meet his gaze either. You set to the task at hand, and his grip tightens considerably.

Once you finally finish, you carefully clean up the remaining blood and bandage him up. You finally let your gaze drift to his face, and find he’s already looking at you. You’re both quiet for a moment. You search his eyes for anything at all that might give a hint as to what he’s thinking. You do not find it, but do find yourself falling into those pools of liquid gold.

You realize he’s still holding onto your hips when his grip tightens. His touch burns you through your pajamas.

“Kid…” his voice trails off, and you suddenly realize how close you are as his eyes trail down your face.

A sudden crash from the living room makes you jump away, almost guiltily, and then neither of you can look at each other anymore. You don’t even investigate the noise; you can hear the bell on your cat’s collar jingle as she runs away from the scene of whatever crime she just committed. You turn to your medical kit and briskly put everything away, cheeks feeling like they’re on fire.

“I’ll get you some clothes,” you say, putting the kit back under the sink, “and then you can crash on the couch.”

You start to walk away, but his grip on your wrist stops you. You look back at him questioningly. The look on his face is intense- far more intense than the carefree hero persona he usually dons.

“Thank you. For everything. You know I- I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”

Your eyes soften, and you twist your arm until you’re holding his hand. “Of course. I’m here any time you need me.”

You squeeze his hand gently, and then go off to find the pair of sweats and t-shirt you keep just for nights like this. Back in the bathroom, you help him to get the shirt on around his wound and his wings, and then leave to let him finish changing.

You’re just finishing setting up the couch when you feel a presence behind you. You turn your head slightly and then jump out of your skin when you see that he is right next to you. You mutter a curse and give him a look. “I’m going to put a bell on you, just like the cat.”

He grins, and you help him settle onto the couch. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s now nearing four in the morning. He follows your gaze and looks guilty.

“I guess I should really let you go back to sleep now. I really am sorry for waking you.”

You shake your head. “You should get some sleep. You need rest if you want that to heal. I’m going to stay here for a while and watch you to make sure you don’t die.”

You make him take some over-the-counter pain meds, and sit down next to the couch to watch him as he falls asleep.

He wakes several hours later to your head on your arms on the couch next to him, fast asleep. He can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face as he reaches an arm out to rest his hand on your head.

[aifanficssssss]

Hawks Gets Flustered.

Pairing: Takami Keigo x Reader

Warning(s): None Words: 1552 

A/N: hawks my husband, please tell me if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first lenguaje! also remember this was writed by an AI, i just make a few corrections to make the story make more sense.

Summary: Hawks is a flirtatious bird who doesn't know how to act when her crush respond him with the same energy.

Hawks had always been a bit of a player, always flirting and teasing the girls around him. But there was something about Y/n that made his heart beat faster every time he saw her. Maybe it was her fiery spirit or her bright smile, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

So, he would flirt with her every chance he got, always making her blush and giggle with his suggestive comments. But one day, Y/n decided to turn the tables on him.

"You know, Hawks," she said with a sly smile, "you're not the only one who can dish out the flirting. Maybe I should start giving you a taste of your own medicine."

Hawks was taken aback. He had never heard Y/n speak so boldly before. But instead of feeling intimidated, he found himself intrigued. He wanted to see what she was capable of.

And so, she began to flirt with him in earnest. She would make playful comments and tease him, always with a glint in her eye. Hawks found himself both nervous and excited by her sudden change of attitude.

He tried to keep up with her, but he found himself stumbling over his words and blushing bright red when she said something particularly suggestive. It was a side of Y/n that he had never seen before, and he found himself completely enraptured.

But as the conversation continued, Hawks began to feel more and more nervous. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of the flirting, and he wasn't sure how to respond. Finally, he decided that he needed to take a break.

"I, uh, I need to go," he stammered, his wings twitching nervously. "I'll see you later."

And with that, he took off into the sky, leaving her laughing behind him. But even though he had been caught off guard by her sudden change of attitude, Hawks knew that he couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next time.

Hawks flew through the air, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe how much Y/n had gotten to him. He had never felt so nervous around a girl before.

As he soared above the city, Hawks tried to shake off his nerves. He had to get his head back in the game. He was a hero, after all. He couldn't let a little flirting throw him off his game.

But no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn't get Y/n out of his head. He kept replaying their conversation over and over again in his mind, trying to figure out how he could have responded better.

Finally, Hawks landed on the rooftop of a nearby building, panting slightly from the exertion of his flight. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Okay, Hawks," he muttered to himself. "You can do this. Just go back down there and show her what you're made of."

With that, Hawks took off into the air once again, flying back towards where he had left Y/n.

When he finally landed, he saw her standing there, a smile on her face.

"Hey, you made it back," she said, still grinning.

Hawks took a deep breath, trying to summon up his confidence. He was a hero, after all. He couldn't let a little flirting throw him off his game. And so, he approached Y/n with a sly smile on his face.

"I see you're still trying to keep up with me," he said, his voice low and teasing.

Y/n laughed, a sound that made Hawks' heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you have no idea," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

And with that, the two of them launched into a playful banter that lasted well into the night. Hawks realized that he had never felt so alive, so excited, so...happy.

The next day, Hawks was doing his daily patrol of the cityl, his mind was still on Y/n. He couldn't believe how much she had gotten under his skin in such a short amount of time.

He kept replaying their conversation from the previous day in his head, trying to figure out what it all meant. Did she really like him, or was she just toying with him? Hawks was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when he landed on a rooftop next to another hero.

"Hey, Hawks. What's up?" asked the hero, a woman with long black hair.

Hawks snapped out of his reverie and looked over at her.

"Oh, hey, Midnight," he said, trying to sound casual.

Midnight raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted," she said, her voice tinged with concern.

Hawks sighed.

"I don't know, Midnight. There's this girl… and I just can't stop thinking about her," he admitted.

Midnight nodded understandingly.

"I see. And how does she feel about you?" she asked.

Hawks shrugged.

"I don't know. She's really flirty and teases me all the time, but I can't tell if she actually likes me or not," he said, feeling frustrated.

Midnight smiled sympathetically.

"Well, maybe you should just ask her," she suggested.

Hawks felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of actually asking Y/n how she felt about him.

"Really? You think I should?" he asked, feeling nervous.

Midnight nodded.

"Absolutely. It's better to know for sure than to keep wondering," she said.

Hawks nodded, feeling determined. He knew that he had to talk to her and find out once and for all how she felt about him.

And so, he took off into the sky once again, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was going to find her and finally get some answers.

When he arrived at Y/n's apartment complex, his heart sank in disappointment. He had seen her with a guy, and the way they had hugged and said "I love you" to each other had made him feel sad with jealousy.

He was about to fly away and forget about the whole thing when he heard a voice calling out to him.

"Hawks, hi!" Y/n's voice cut through the air.

Hawks turned around and saw her standing at the entrance to her building, looking at him with concern.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, walking up to him.

Hawks tried to act casual, but he knew that he must have looked upset.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just...didn't want to bother you," he said, his voice trailing off.

Y/n looked at him quizzically.

"Bother me? What are you talking about?" she asked.

Hawks hesitated for a moment, then decided to come clean.

"I saw you with a guy, and I just assumed...well, I don't know what I assumed," he said, feeling foolish.

She looked at him, realization dawning on her face.

"Oh, you mean my brother? Yeah, he was just dropping me off. He's in town for a visit," she explained.

Hawks felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Your brother? Oh, I see. Sorry, I guess I just jumped to conclusions," he said, feeling embarrassed.

Y/n smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you came back. I wanted to talk to you," she said.

Hawks felt his heart skip a beat. Was this it? Was she finally going to tell him how she really felt?

He followed her inside, his mind racing with possibilities.

As they settled down on the couch, she took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Hawks, I wanted to tell you something," she said, her voice serious.

Hawks felt a knot form in his stomach. This was it. He was finally going to find out how she felt about him.

But before she could say anything, Y/n burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't keep a straight face," she said, still giggling.

Hawks looked at her, confused.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

She composed herself and looked at him, still smiling.

"I'm sorry, Hawks. I didn't mean to tease you like that. But the truth is, I like you. A lot," she said, her eyes sparkling.

Hawks felt like his heart was about to explode with joy.

"Really? You do?" he asked, feeling incredulous.

Y/n nodded.

"Yes, really. I've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but every time I try, you always fly away or something," she said, her tone playful.

Hawks felt himself blushing.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to react," he said, feeling nervous.

She leaned in closer to him.

"Well, maybe you could start by kissing me," she said, her voice low.

Hawks felt his heart race with excitement as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

It was everything he had ever wanted and more.

As they pulled away from each other, they both couldn't help but laugh.

"I can't believe it took us this long to finally kiss," Hawks said, feeling giddy.

Y/n smiled at him.

"Better late than never, I suppose," she said, her voice playful.

Hawks knew that he was never going to let her go. He had finally found someone who understood him, someone who made him feel alive. He was grateful for every moment he spent with her.

[meguwumibear]

dabi x reader x hawks 

wc 5.6k: contains dubcon due to alcohol and also because everyone is lying about their motives, dabi is insecure and hawks is kind of a jerk in this, it’s probably painfully obvious that this was my first time writing smut lol, it’s brief and probably cringy but fuck it, oral (f) receiving, two of the characters have sex for the first time, technically it’s a threesome, nondescript female reader but she is wearing a dress, reader also has a quirk but it isn’t all that important, i think that’s everything but always happy to add or tag new warnings if i missed anything, as always please ignore any typos <3

It’s a horrible idea. Dangerous too. Sexist, even, for your boss to have proposed it, not that anyone would dare suggest such a thing to your boss’s face. You’re certainly not going to anyway. A paycheck’s a paycheck, and your rent is all but due. Plus, the Hero Public Safety Commission was full of those these days, full of horrible and dangerous and downright sexist ideas. What’s one more in the grand scheme of things? 

They’re getting desperate you think, because the League is getting so close to accomplishing their goal, gaining public favor bit by bit, inspiring minor uprisings all throughout Japan. But the HPSC needs the League, or groups like the League to exist in order to remain in power. What is a hero, or a hero commission, without a villain, without an enemy to fight or use to scare the public? Jobless, you reckon. Useless too.  

So, yeah, your agency needs the League and the villains in it to keep forcing the public to guzzle down its Kool-Aid, but they don’t need the League to be this powerful. Last week one of their lesser-known members, one of their high-end nomus—some monstrous thing they were calling Hood—sent the country’s number one hero to the infirmary with near irreparable injuries. (Not that you were complaining the man was kind of a jerk. As far as you’re concerned, the asshole had it coming). Hawks made it through the fight better off than his partner, but now he was stuck trying to maintain his cover with the League while he waited for the bulk of his feathers to regrow. 

And such was the prisoner’s dilemma. 

That’s where you came in, you, another cog in the HPSC’s corroding machine. Your quirk is so useless, you may as well not have one, but you’re smart and adaptable and follow orders just fine, so they figure you’re the next best person for the job. Plus, you’re a nobody; no one at this seedy bar is going to recognize you or clock you of all people as a threat.

The building is in the shitty part of town, which means its located in a place where most of the citizens actively resent, if not actually hate those goody two-shoes heroes—whose faces are plastered across everything these days from the tv screen to novelty cups—for some reason or another. Many of their quirks are too ‘villainous’ for them to rise through the ranks to herohood. Many of them are all too familiar with the euphemism collateral damage, used to sugarcoat reality, used to help citizens digest that innocent people die as a direct result of the activities of heroes. Due to the skirmishes that used to break out during their patrols, most of the pro’s gave up patrolling this area years ago. They figured it wasn’t worth the headache. Besides, the lot of them want to be loved and worshiped by the public, not feared and shunned, though they’re not above the occasional fearmongering if the situation warrants it.

And, anyway, the pros would have to wipe the whole town, not just this dive bar, off the map if they really wanted to earn a modicum of respect from the people living in it, and even then, the majority of the survivors would just continue to go on hating heroes and their archaic, oppressive system that predetermines who and what someone is based on something as asinine as chance. You can pick your nose and you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your quirk!   

The place fucking reeks as if the owners of the joint haven’t once bothered to clean it. Years of sweat and vomit and grime stain the sticky floorboards of the place. Your shoes stick to it as you pick your way to one of the open seats at the bar. It’s disgusting, nauseating. It’d taken you the better part of an hour to get used to the odor, and even now you can’t help but wrinkle your nose when some new, pungent stench happens to waft its way up it.  

You’re not normally a big drinker, so you don’t know for sure, but you’re pretty certain the bartender is watering down your vodka cranberries. That would explain why the booze here is so cheap anyway, and why it doesn’t burn so bad when it goes down despite the quality of it. Every shelf here is bottom. Most of the patrons manage to suck down an ample amount of the stuff, just the right percentage to get drunk enough for them to hobble all the way home in a drunken stupor, so in the end you suppose it all evens out. 

The worst part of your evening isn’t the cheap booze or stinky floorboards, though. No. The worst part of your evening, by far, is the costume you were forced to wear to fit in with the rancorous crowd. Your uniform tonight is hardly a uniform at all. The commissioners wanted you to look as enticing as possible for the League—they were largely a group of men after all—so they’d sent you into battle with your best features on display. The straps of the too short dress you’re in keep slipping down your shoulders. None of your clothes fit the please-objectify-me vibe your bosses were going for, so you had to buy something last minute.  

Once again, the plan is horrible and dangerous and downright sexist. 

They’re going to reimburse you for the dress, you decide, and for the drinks. They better give you overtime pay too since they have you burning the midnight oil after your grueling nine-to-five. And, if they really, really want to keep you around and scantily clad, they may as well throw in an asshole bonus too, because your boss is an asshole for having suggested this and so are all of the men at the bar you have to reject-somebody call PETA because I’m about to tear up that pussy. The biggest, baddest asshole of them all though, is Hawks.  

Because Hawks is late. Late enough for you to worry that something may have happened to him, late enough for you to think that the League may have finally caught onto his ruse. But, you’re literally being paid to sit on the stool of that dilapidating bar and look pretty until he shows, so you don’t deviate from the plan. If they’ve caught him, you’ll burn incense for him, you decide. Just once though. The two of you aren’t that close.  

No incense are needed however, because just after one in the morning he saunters into the bar with the A-rank villain that you’re targeting. Alias Dabi, real name unknown, was the mastermind between the earlier attack on Endeavor. The HPSC doesn’t know much about him other than the fact that the fire his quirk allows him to generate is so hot his flames are blue in color. This shouldn’t be a problem for you, the HPSC insisted, as long as you don’t piss him off.  

By the looks of them, this isn’t the first bar they’ve hit tonight; they’re both a little wobbly on their feet, both a little green in the face. Hawks, who you sometimes swear is more bird than human, finds you quickly among the crowd with that avian sight of his. He exchanges a few choice glances with you, glances that Dabi isn’t stupid enough to miss, which means that the asshole is definitely smarter than he looks. By a large margin. 

The villain exchanges a few quick words with Hawks, and then he’s making his way towards you, gait wobbly, stumbling over his own two boot clad feet that scrape and drag against that dingy floor.  

He’s shit faced, you realize. Shit faced, and perceptive. You wonder if the liquor burning through his body acts as a quirk suppressant like it does for some heroes. You hope so, if the few details that you know about him are true because you really, really don’t want to make the sticky stool you’re sitting on your final resting place.  

“You crushin’ on my friend,” he slurs out when he’s finally close enough to you. “Do the,” he burps; it smells like fireball, “do the…are the wings doin’ it for ya?”  

Okay, so not as perceptive as he looks, but absolutely as drunk as. “I was thinking about the chicken I ate for dinner,” you reply. “Fried it up really crispy and served it with some soy sauce and steamed white rice.”  

His brows furrow, like he can’t tell if you’re joking or not. Then, he’s smiling an ugly smile, lips pulled back, canines bared as if to bite. “Do ya,” another burp bubbles out of his open mouth, “do ya know who that is?” 

You roll your eyes. “Does it look like I live under a fucking rock?” 

“Hmm,” he hums as he gives you a once over. You feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. His irises are an electrifying blue color. They seem to illuminate the silver staples surrounding his eyes. He frowns. “You’re not from around here,” he decides. “You smell too nice.” 

“So could you if you learned how to use a shower,” you reply.  

He shrugs and plops himself down on the stool next to you. “Hurts my skin,” he says. 

You wonder if that’s true. It could be, because the only other thing the HPSC seems to know about the guy aside from his abilities is that he’s covered from head to toe in nasty, puckering burns. He’s doing a good job hiding them now, but you can still see the healed blisters on his face, on his cheek, on his neck. 

“You got a quirk?” he asks when he catches you staring. 

“A useless one,” you reply. He raises his eyebrows as if awaiting a demonstration. You turn to him and face your palms towards the ceiling. Little rays of colorful light burst from them. They’re pretty, but they deal no damage. The damn things aren’t even hot, just colors, just light. That’s why they sent you, of course: because your quirk is useless. Well, because your quirk is useless but you’re pretty and you really really need the money.

Dabi bursts out laughing when he sees the colors dancing around in your palms, so you let the light abate. “Oh my,” he wheezes, “Oh my, fuck-what do they even call you? Rainbow Brite?” 

“They don’t call me anything,” you hiss. “I’m not a fucking hero.” 

He’s humming again, “so whadaya doin’ here then, huh?” The guy is so out of it you think maybe you should call off the mission, try and work him a different night, but then he’s tentatively raising a scarred hand to twirl at a bit of hair hanging in front of your face. So, you say, 

“I’m here to piss off my parents.” 

He must like that answer too because his eyes and mouth are widening in unison. “Piss off your parents, huh,” he mumbles. You’re not sure he believes you, but it looks like he wants to. You wonder if he became a villain to piss off his.  

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I want to piss off my asshole parents.” Then, “You were wrong you know,” you say, figuring now’s as good a time as any to lay the trap. “It wasn’t your friend I was crushing on earlier. It was the man he walked in with.” 

Now, he really, really doesn’t look like he believes you. He’s become twitchy, fidgety, like he isn’t sure what to do with himself, like he’s never had a girl come onto him before. The guy looks like he wants to say something else, but Hawks is suddenly saddling up to you. “Who’s your new friend, Dabi?” he asks, snaking a protective arm around your waist.  

Dabi’s expression sours at the intrusion, lips drooping pathetically low, pulling at the staples of his cheeks, “Didn’t get her name.” 

Hawks is wrapping another arm around you now, hugging you flush against his broad chest. He runs warmer than most humans because he’s a fucking bird, so there’s already a healthy layer of sweat dampening his shirt, a healthy layer of sweat, that you’re now pressed up against. He rests his chin against the top of your head. “That was a cute quirk you have, angel. Wanna see mine?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. One of the few feathers that’s fully recovered comes loose and he shoots it across one of the straps of your dress, close enough to your skin to break it. The useless fabric flutters against your flesh. 

The action leaves you speechless. Is he trying to sabotage your mission? Is he trying to get you killed?  

“It’s Hawks, right?” you say, trying to salvage the night. “Does the Public Safety Commission know you like to fuck around in bars known to quench the thirst of A-rank villains?” 

He tightens his grip on your waist, squeezing hard enough to cut off your breath. “What the HPSC doesn’t know won’t hurt them. And they’re not gonna know about this. Don’t you know that snitches get stiches, kid? I’d hate for something to happen to that pretty face of yours.” 

Oh fuck. What is this? Is he drunk? This certainly wasn’t part of your briefing. An introduction: that’s all Hawks was needed for. An introduction, and then he was to make like a banana and split. Only, he doesn’t seem ready to leave you just yet, and you can’t tell if his deviation from the plan is to protect you or put him back in the good graces of the League or worse.  

“You know,” Dabi’s words cut through your racing thoughts. His voice is tiny, quiet, shy, “fucking the country’s number two hero isn’t exactly gonna piss off your parents.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Dabi sucks in a deep breath and looks at you, “I said, if you wanna piss off your parents, you’re in the arms of the wrong guy.” 

Behind you, Hawks chuckles. “I’ve got a nice, cozy bed, angel. Custom made to fit my wings. Even has Egyptian cotton sheets.” What is he playing at? “You don’t even want to know where Dabi sleeps. He’s got some shitty ass mattress on the dirty ass floor.” 

Dabi’s sneering now. It’s the first time all night he’s looked this scary, the first time all night he’s looked this sinister, his eyes wild like a rabid animal, his fingers clenched into fists. “Hawks chirps like a bird when he cums,” he spits. Somehow, you don’t doubt that’s true. 

“Aw, relax, Dabi,” Hawks giggles. “I’m not trying to be a cuck. I’m just saying that my bed is big enough for the three of us, and yours isn’t even technically fully functional.” 

He can’t be serious. (He is). 

He’s going to let the guy fuck you so the League stops questioning his motives.

You swallow down the lump that’s forming in your throat, determine not to let the bird of all people through you off kilter. “You’re both so drunk,” you say, but neither of them seems to care. Hawks are birds of prey after all, villains too, and you’ve just made yourself their game. 

“You must be drunk too,” Hawks purrs into your ear. “If you’re contemplating fucking him.” 

Dabi slams his palms into the table and pushes himself off the stool, his anger tangible, scorching and smoky. The part of the bar where his hands have been is charred, black and ugly. You think you see a frown tugging at the corner of his lips, and, actually, now that you think about it, he doesn’t look angry at all as he turns from you to make his exit. He just looks kind of sad.  

Your hands reach for him without you telling them to and bury themselves into the warm fabric of his jacket. “Dabi,” you whisper, his name barely audible over the cacophonies of the bar. And then you’re tugging at the jacket, trying to pull him back to you.  

“You fucking mocking me?” he spits, whipping around so fast the leather is yanked from your hands. He sounds soberingly bitter.  

“No, it’s just, I…” you just what? You just genuinely want to fuck him? Maybe you should let him go. 

“Aw,” Hawks coos, then he’s giggling again, “come on, man, don’t be jealous. Sounds like the girl might actually be into you. Call a portal. You know you want to. Don’t you want to show the little lady what you’re capable of?” 

Dabi stares at you for a moment, eyes hot and accusing. You shoot him what you hope is a sweet smile, but the grin might just betray how nervous you suddenly feel. It must relax him though, because he’s saying, “need your address,” and sending a text to his teammate that makes portals and then you’re standing in the middle of Hawks’ kitchen. 

There are perks to being with the country’s number two hero. Fame for one, sure, salary for another. Logically, you understand that it pays to be number two, but knowing the truth and seeing it right before your very eyes are two completely different things. You doubt the hero can even fucking cook, but he’s got not one, but two stoves anyway. His refrigerator has one of those water dispensing attachments that can sense how much water is in your glass as it fills it and stop accordingly.  

You’re definitely asking for a raise after all this. (Assholes).  

Hawks finally lets go of you; his shirt slowly peeling from where it’s attached itself to your back. It’s not like you could go anywhere now. You have no idea where he lives and no way to find your way back home without either his help or the help of a certain, portal opening villain.  

On Monday, you decide, you’re going to kill him, you’re going to knock his head against the window of his office so he dies like some stupid fucking bird that didn’t realize the glass was there. Tonight though, well, you’re still not sure how tonight’s going to go.  

He pours the three of you drinks, and Dabi downs his greedily. You look at yours, uncertain if further inebriating yourself would be wise, and set it down on the marbled island Hawks is lazily lounging against.  

Hawks looks right at home. Dabi looks way out of place. He pours himself another shot of vodka and shoots that back too. 

None of you are saying anything. You’re not really sure what to say.  

“Soooo,” Hawks eventually drawls after he finishes his drink. “Bed?” 

“Hawks-” you start, but he’s interrupting you.  

“Pretty girls get to call me Keigo,” and you’re not calling him that anywhere but the office or the moniker will be ruined for you. Forever. “Come on. I know you want to. You’ve come this far.” 

You’ve never wanted to, actually. You’ve never even thought about it before because you work with the asshole which means you understand what an absolute dick he can be. You know that he’s obsessed with his celebrity status and that more often than not he rejects jobs that don’t earn him enough internet clout. He’s more concerned with replacing Endeavor as the country’s number one hero than he is saving it. So, no, you’ve never ever thought about him that way before.  

“We can ditch the villain if you want.” 

“The villain’s who I came for,” you spit, desperately trying to understand what the fuck Hawks thinks he’s doing soliciting you like this.  

While you wait for Hawks to respond, Dabi drapes himself over your shoulders. His body is way warmer than you’d anticipated.  Warmer than Hawks, even. You suppose it’s a side effect of his quirk. “Yeah,” hiccup, “she came for me, birdbrain.” Hawks raises his stupid thick eyebrows like he’s challenging you to walk away now, but you’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.  

Dabi sways a little bit behind you, clutching at you for support. The guy is having trouble keeping himself upright. It wouldn’t really be ethical for you to do anything with the villain tonight. Perhaps that’s why Hawks is pushing you to. Maybe he wants to see if you’re willing to get your hands dirty. Maybe he wants to punish Dabi for the attack that nearly cost him his wings. 

“Sooo,” Hawks repeats, “bed, then?” 

The three of you do end up in his bed, and it’s every bit as big as he promised it would be, long enough to accommodate his wings and then some. There’s a surprising amount of pillows and blankets on the thing. Some clothes too. The sight of it has you laughing because, because, “oh my fucking g-you made yourself a fucking nest?” 

Hawks eyes darken at your jest. He rolls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head. “I don’t appreciate that tone of voice, sweetheart,” he growls, nipping harshly at your neck. You whine and thrash underneath him, trying and failing to push him off. The HPSC put you through some basic physical training when they hired you, but Hawks was the country’s number two hero. You could no more stand against him than you could stem an oncoming storm or stop the push and pull of the tides. 

When he final releases you, it’s to shrug off his pants. You can feel a bruise forming where his mouth met your neck. “Get her dress off,” he instructs Dabi, but the man is as useless as your quirk. Apparently the only thing he’s good for is sicking nomus on heroes.  

Because the villain is resting on his knees on the edge of the bed staring down at you, hands clenching and unclenching at his side, unsteady, unsure, like a jittery animal that’s been left out too long and forgot how to trust. His hesitancy would almost be endearing if it wasn’t making you so fucking nervous. 

Nerves. That’s all the heat pooling in the pit of your belly is, a raw, exposed, nerve. That’s also why, when Dabi finally works up the courage to reach for your dress, you fuck up, you flinch, and send those scarred hands of his skittering back to his lap. He sinks in on himself, shoulders slumping pathetically low, eyes unwilling to meet yours, more deflated balloon than man in that moment. His posture is so oddly heartbreaking it makes you forget about Hawks and his agenda, makes you forget that technically you’re on the clock and that the villain pouting before you is your mark.  

Wait…pouting. Pouting?! Is A-ranked villain Dabi, actually pouting? All because you had the audacity to express your hesitation? Did his reputation and actions alone not earn him a bit of hesitancy from others? 

You reach towards him to card your fingers through his. He jerks away like you’ve burned him. 

“Dude,” Hawks scoffs—and, right, Hawks is here; you’re on a mission…you are on a mission, right? “You’re fucking embarrassing me.” Hawks reaches up to tear the flimsy thing off of you, but you stop him. 

“No,” you say, and when he doesn’t stop, “no, no, Hawks, enough. I want him to do it. I want Dabi to do it.” 

Hawks’ eyebrows raise like he can’t believe you just said that. Dabi looks similarly shocked. And, when Dabi is still looking at you all dopey and unsure, you add, “Please, Dabi. Please, please, please.” 

A sharp pain snaps your attention back to the man between your legs. He’s pinched you; that son of a bitch pinched you. “What’s gotten into you,” he bites out, suddenly serious, which annoys you because this whole fucking set up was his idea. 

But like, yeah, okay, fair. His question is a valid one. What has gotten into you?  

“I got her,” Dabi’s saying before you can respond to Hawks. He’s finally found the courage to paw at the fabric of your dress. So he’d liked your begging. Figures. The alcohol has killed Dabi’s gross motor functions, so you wiggle a little to help him yank the thing off of you.  

He settles back against the pillows after and pulls you in between his legs so that your back is flush against his chest. The man’s sweating bullets; the white t-shirt he refuses to rid himself of is moist against your back.  

Hawks’ brows are furrowed like he’s not quite sure what to do now that you and Dabi have finally submitted, which brings you an odd sort of satisfaction, even if you’re still not really sure about the sex that you’re about to have. 

Behind you, Dabi buries his nose into the knotting hairs at the crown of your head and inhales deeply. “She smells so good,” he moans, and you think he might be a little crazy because you’ve done nothing to your hair to make it smell nice except wash it. Hours ago.  

Hawks looks amused now, watching Dabi breath you in. “Think she tastes as good as she smells?” he asks, his tone is coy again, unwavering. He slots himself back between your legs and uses his knees to spread them. “Should we find out?” He yanks hard at your panties and the elastic gives way, snapping against your skin. 

“Hawks, wait, wait,” you protest, squirming beneath him. 

It’s Dabi who placates you. “Shh, shh,” he coos, rubbing up and down your arms with the warm palms of his hands. “Let ‘im make you feel good,” he mumbles. He hooks his legs around your own to help Hawks spread them.  

Your heart beats ponderously against your ribs, threatening to break them. You stare up at Hawks’ unusually high ceiling, blood rushing in your ears, waiting for the inevitable to happen. You’re glad the lights are off and the curtains over his windows are pulled shut. If they weren’t, he’d definitely see how scared you are right now. It’s a fear unworthy of your job title. 

“Hey,” Hawks says, soft for the first time all night. “Hey, hey look at me.” He tugs gently at your chin with his forefinger and thumb. There’s a tenderness in those golden eyes of his that wasn’t there before. “You gonna let me or what?” he asks, and, oh, like you have a choice? 

You nod. (You may as well). 

His head dips between your thighs and he plants a kiss on one. The action is unexpectedly intimate. It leaves you flustered and hot. He rests his head against the same spot he’s just kissed. His breath is warm against your slit. And, yeah, okay, fine, you’re wet for him. Aroused and sticky and slick. 

He tongues experimentally at you a few times before setting the pace. It’s slower than you thought it would be, but it still has your back arching and your toes curling. Dabi’s fingers wander up and down your body, memorizing every curve of it while Hawks laps greedily away at you. You reach your peak embarrassingly quick. 

“Hawks, Hawks,” you yelp, reaching down to grab at his hair. “I’m gonna-” 

One last well placed lick has you reeling. You cry out as you orgasm, gripping his blonde hair so tightly you yank out a few. Hawks pulls away smirking, mouth dripping with your juices. He licks at his lips a little, on purpose, you think, just to further degrade you. “Just as I thought,” he says. “Sweet like sugar.” 

You bury your head in your hands. 

“Wanna go?” he’s addressing Dabi now. “I got her all nice and pliant for you.” 

“He’s drunk,” you protest, but Dabi’s climbing out from under you anyway.  

“I’d want you sober, angel,” he says. “You’re probably worse for me than booze.” 

You’re about to reply but all coherent thought is lost to you as Hawks pulls the villain in for an open-mouthed kiss. Dabi groans into Hawks’ mouth, licking viciously at the man’s lips. Hawks chirps like a bird when he cums. Have they done this before? Is this normal for them? 

Dabi smacks his lips when Hawks finally pulls away from him. “You are sweet, sweetheart. Sweetest thing I’ve had in ages.” Then he’s reaching for you. 

You bolt upright because you can’t do this. You can’t fuck this man. Not here. Not in Hawks’ bed. Not now. Not ever.  

Two stray feathers wrap around your wrist and trap you against the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Hawks asks. “Don’t you know it’s rude to tease.” 

Dabi’s crawling on top of you now, scrawny legs straddling your own, caging your quivering form beneath him. The tears you didn’t even know you were fighting back begin to fall. “Wait, wait,” you cry. “I’ve never…I haven’t…” 

Dabi stills above you, sits back on his own two legs to keep pressure off of you. “You’re-you’re a virgin?” he asks. He looks bewildered, like he couldn’t possibly have heard right. “You-you’ve never…” 

Behind him Hawks looks stressed, all previous bravado abandoning the features of his face. He’s grinding his angular jaw together, golden eyes darting from you to the man on top of you then back to you again.  

Dabi lets himself collapse against you, hip to hip, chest to chest. He drops his perspiring forehead against your own. His black hairs tickle your cheeks as he whispers, “You’d be my first too, you know.” He ruts gently against you, the fabric of the denim jeans he’s still in rubs uncomfortably against your slit. “You’d-you’d be on only.” 

He’s not what you expected him to be. Fragile, somehow, like something that needed to be handled with care, and a bit insecure. Against your better judgement, you place your palm against his cheek and cup it. He closes his eyes as he leans into it, bringing his own hand to yours to push the palm firmer against him.   

“Can I-can I please…” his voice tapers off. 

When he drops his hand back to the bed, you ghost your fingertips along his scars, taking extra care not to agitate the staples that bind him together. He pulls away from you then, back onto his knees. “You don’t,” he whispers, “we can do it doggy. So you don’t have to see.” 

You shake your head, “No.” He frowns. “No, no, I want you like this. I wanna see.” You reach for his shirt so you can pull it off of him, but he snags your wrists before you get the chance. 

“No touching,” he says, as he loosens his belt; he pulls his pants down around his thighs. When you realize what he’s doing, your heart flutters like a butterfly against your chest. He’s hiding. He doesn’t want you to see or feel his scars. 

“Dabi,” you whisper, but then he’s pushing down his boxers and the sight of his leaking cock knocks the rest of your sentence clean out of your mouth.  

Even Hawks blurts out, “Dude,” because though the skin of his dick is silky, smooth and unmarred by whatever flames ate away at the rest of his body, the thing is pierced from tip all along the shaft.  

If Dabi hears Hawks, he doesn’t acknowledge him, too busy rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your opening. “Come on,” he pleads. “Wanna feel you. Wanna make you cum. Please. Please. Please.” 

You should say no. He’s drunk, not thinking clearly, brain fuzzy from all the alcohol coursing through his veins. But you say, “Dabi, please,” and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s pushing himself inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he groans as your peachy walls swallow his length. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Can’t believe you let me do this. Can’t believe you’re mine.” He babbles nearly the whole time he’s inside you. Nonsense about how good you feel and how soft you are and how you were made to take his cock. 

He drops a hand to swipe at your swollen clit. He wasn’t kidding about wanting to make you cum. He rubs rough, inexperienced circles around it as he begs you to cum for him. “Does that feel good?” he pants, looking at you expectantly.  

“Feels-” honestly it stings a bit, and you’re so hot you think you might die of heat stroke. Though he’s eager to please, his ministrations are intense—all guess work with way to much pressure considering you’ve already cum once already—and you think he may be having a difficult time controlling his quirk. “Feels good,” you say anyway. “Feels so good.” 

Dabi looks absolutely elated. “Yeah? Feels good? I’m making you feel good? Can you cum for me, hmm? Do you have another one in ya? Come on baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock,” he whines. 

You do. “Dabi,” you cry as a second orgasm slams into you. “Dabi. Dabi. Dabi.” 

“That’s-ugh, that’s not my fucking name,” he swears, but then he’s spilling his hot seed into you as he fucks you through your climax.  

When he’s finished, he flops against you, head between your breasts. Absentmindedly, you rake your fingers through his hair. You should probably scold him for cumming inside, but he looks peaceful for the first time all night, so you don’t. 

“Shit,” Hawks swears from somewhere in the room. You’d forgotten he was there, “Shit. Shit. Fuck.” 

“It’s alright,” you sigh, suddenly tired. “Tomorrow I’ll take a pill. 

“This was a horrible idea,” he says. 

Dabi purrs gently against your chest, asleep already. You stroke your fingers down the notches of his spin, “I agree.” 

The next morning, the three of you wake to the sound of a phone ringing. Hawks answers the thing and makes himself scarce so quickly, you know it can only be the HPSC on the other line. 

“He’s,” Dabi whispers once Hawks is out of earshot, wrapping his arms around you possessively, “he’s gonna betray us, gonna betray the League, gonna betray me.” 

And you feel like you’ve been tossed into a vat of ice water because fuck so are you. 

[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.

[4izawas]

— 𝐤. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 + 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 [ 𝟎.𝟓𝟑𝐤 ].

keigo has always had this sort of… obsession with your hands.

he didn’t really know how to explain it, whatever it was that made him always so eager to interlock his fingers with yours or grip you by the wrist to pepper little kisses along your soft skin, or what made him turn his head into your hands to press a soft kiss against your palm whenever you cupped his face in your hands. he didn’t know what it was that had him almost unable to finish without somehow holding your hand when he was lucid outside of rut times.

maybe it was the texture of them? you always took such good care of your hands, using a special lotion for them other than the lotion you massaged into your skin after you bathed. it kept them soft to the touch aside from the scattered calluses that covered your fingers from years of hard work; keigo liked to trace them while in bed with you before falling asleep almost as much as he loved running his thumb across your knuckles or drawing various shapes across your palms.

or maybe it was the comfort that always came with them when you held his hand in meetings with his handler or on his days off when he took you out for the public to see — he was on your arm, he got to hold your hand, and everyone needed to see it! there was nothing in his life keigo was more proud of than the fact that you, for some reason that still remained unknown to him, had decided to choose him to love and he would screech it to the skies if he didn’t know you’d be embarassed.

maybe it was the way you touched him. you were always so gentle, your touch so soft… never had you even grabbed him roughly, the most you’d done was squeeze his hand to comfort him while he was being yelled at by his manager for not saving a civilian and another hero having to do it. when he kissed you, you would cup one side of his jaw with one hand and bury your other in his hair, your fingers entangling themselves in his blond locks. when you had sex, whether he was mounting you from behind or he was between your thighs in some way, you would hold his hand in yours, your fingers curled around his as you both brought one another into ecstasy, and it was needless to say that he also enjoyed your fingers in his mouth. he loved the weight they left on his tongue as you rested them inside, loved the feeling of curling his tongue around your fingertips, and especially loved sucking your juices off of them when you had just fingered yourself and offered your dirtied fingers to him.

maybe he was just a pervert. that was always a big possibility.

either way, keigo didn’t know what exactly it was that had him so very enamoured by your hands — but regardless he never ceased to look forward to getting to tug you close at the end of the day and lace your hands together as he kissed you in greeting.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[queenendless]

COMFY BIRDY

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

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

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

Now period stuff helps even when it's hell.

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

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

A rare day for you to be out.

You wanted some fresh air.

That and you were out on a mission.

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

You needed something soft to squeeze on.

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

You spotted your target area in the far back.

Tsums, round pillows, and varying sized plushies.

From the students to even the villains.

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

The one you wished was here in the flesh.

Because right now, you missed your precious birdie.

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

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

“Eyo. I got your texts.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I'm not!” You mewled.

“You are to me.”

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

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

You nodded, sniffling, “Yes.”

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

You whined. “Ice cream too.”

“M'kay. Anything else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kei?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we have our own bird babies?”

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

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

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

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

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

[astridthevalkyrie]

chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 6

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yesssss update's out have a fun time reading!

warnings: suicide attempts (with the understanding that she will reset), hawks pins reader to a building, rudeness, icky romantic stuff 🤮

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“Whoa.” Your hands come up in front of your chest as the kid’s arm crackles—crackles?—with lightning. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hang on, I don’t fight children!”

You don’t think the nerd hears you, because he’s jumping forward with wide, fearful, despaired eyes. “Detroit”—of course he’s an All Might copycat, USA lover, star spangled stripes, would still smash their number one hero, though more like she’d smash you because she’s super strong—”SMAAASH!”

Fuck your life. Truly.

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You go back to the beach the next today. Not to kill All Might again, even if you did cheat and break the vow you’d made to yourself the first day you officially started training to be a hero (haha your soul is broken you’re going to hell except you’re not because you’re stuck in a time loop and ohmygosh maybe this is hell maybe when you got hit by the rock that first day you died what the shiiiiit). No no, you won’t kill him again, because you’re just far more interested in who this tiny little green loser is and just how he KOed you with one punch.

That’s not, like, easy. You killed the top ten heroes minus the dumb bird! By right of passage, that makes you the number one! Or at least the number two if Hawks is de facto one even though he totally isn’t. He admitted MULTIPLE times that he would have just let you kill him. Who needs a flimsy number one hero like that?

Speaking of flimsy number one heroes.

You’re probably losing your mind more than you thought. Why are you looking at a chibi version of All Might?

Goddamn are heroes stupid! You’re perched up just barely out of view and neither the LITERAL NUMBER ONE or his protege have noticed you as they eat and yap about CLASSES of all things!

Okay, so when you killed All Might, he wasn’t exactly himself because he hasn’t had his Snickers bar yet or whatever. Which means you didn’t really kill the number one, and so the right of passage still leaves you at number two (yeah yeah, de facto Hawks number two, then you). 

So if Small Might (good one! that’s original!) can’t fight you, that would mean the real foe you’d need to defeat is YOUNG MIDRORIYA! Only problem is that YOUNG MIDORIYA! is a child and y’know, you’re not quite that comfortable in your amorality yet. Already you feel queasy every time you think about the way you killed LightMight. 

Still, one doesn’t just go around California Cabana-ing every single person they see, so when YOUNG MIDORIYA! starts walking back to whichever hovel he crawled out of, you follow him until you see someone trip in front of him, large drink in their hands. 

What would have soaked his shirt now completely coats his face with just a liiiiitle bit of wind.

Respect your elders, kid. You’ll never be the next Mini Might with that attitude. Although, that isn’t any reason to apologize that profusely to the lady that spilled the drink. No, there’s no need to buy her a new drink either, your face got soaked, not her’s, she was the one not looking where she was going. OFFERING AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ERASERHEAD? HUH? DID SHE LOSE HER DRINK OR DID SHE LOSE HER WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY?

Oh, she doesn’t even know who Eraserhead is. Ha. That’s right, walk home with your sorry little green head all wet. That’ll teach you not to bribe civilians.

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The next day, you wake up, ignore Hawks’ text first thing in the morning, open your window and jump out. Then you wake up in your bed again, and repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It’s entertaining for all of six minutes before the nothingness and despair becomes passionless.

What’s left? What more is there?

Well, it was kinda fun taking Ryukyu up to space (no it wasn’t?). You could try that again. Opening the window, you go up this time, instead of down.

Today, you’ll try to reach the sun.

First, you’re shot by someone who must think you were a stray bird. First, rude. Second, still illegal. Rot in jail. You love being a pro hero, the police do whatever you say with overt rudeness but begrudging submission. 

Second, you look into the sun too long and uh. Die. That one’s embarrassing.

Third, claws dig into your hips and yank you down. 

“Hey!” You scratch at the hands assisting gravity in bringing you closer to the ground. “What the hell, what are you doing? You never get here this early!”

“What are you doing? Where are you even going?”

“I will kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go, you dumb shit!”

“You’re so nice,” Hawks drawls, and his legs wrap around yours too, one arm around your front to pin your arms to the side. Now it’s only his wings keeping you afloat, his air giving you flight. It infuriates you, appealing muscles aside. “Someone just took a picture of us, by the way. Have fun explaining that one.”

You growl as fiercely as humanly possible, wriggling in his grasp. “Stupid stupid stupid bird impedes justice, gets murdered for it.”

“Too wordy for a hashtag.”

“Okay, how’s about—” It makes your chest hurt when you do it, but you suck in wind towards you using your own breath, and shoot it down to throw his arms away from you. “Hashtag I Did Hawks’ Dad!”

His wings flap as he falls, but he catches himself in no time. You’re propelling back up already, clouds not even within touching distance yet. Not that you wanna touch them. They’re really cold. Might as well touch Endeavor’s heart while you’re at it.

“For your information.” His nails graze your nape this time, and he grips the back of your uniform. With a grunt, he pulls you back again, too strong for those weak birdy bones. You shoot downwards, gasping. “That would make you a criminal fucker.”

You’re sideways, hair twisting in strange ways as you glare up at him. His wings expand impressively, blocking the sun and giving you a good look at a world of crimson gold. 

“Sorry about your dirtbag father. Can you get out of the fucking way?”

Hawks holds up a finger with a condescending look, pointing to his right, then his left. “See these? These are legitimate directions to fly in. Up is nothing. Up doesn’t have anything for you.”

“You’re a fake friend,” you spit, jetting up with a fist raised. 

He blocks, immediately raising his leg to kick you, but you saw that move coming because sometimes you watch his fight compilations for entertainment (and his compilations in real life too, duh). His foot connects with your arm, and the sunlight gleams in his visor. “Is that so? Elaborate for me.”

“Do you know how fucking bored I am? Do you have any idea how much I hate every single fucking person on this planet?”

You land a square hit on his chest; the victory is short lived. Feathers sneak into your sleeves and pull you down, ignoring your kicking and screaming.

“Who could you possibly hate?” he sings.

“You, for starters, winged piece of shit! And Endeavor, yeah, that’s right, dickrider. Cry about it. I hate All Might too—did you know he’s a fraud? And his stupid ass sidekick, or ex boyfriend, or whatever, I paid him a visit and every time he’s about to tell me my future I end up dying, because life hates me just as much as I hate life! I’m not even allowed to know how I go out! Ryuku and Best Jeanist think they can appeal to my better nature, well, I DON’T HAVE ONE! Oh, I hope you get to marry someone someday, Hawks, and I hope they cheat on you and take all your money.”

It might look like you’re flailing, but you’re not. You’re just trying to air out your own clothes to get the feathers out. The man who had taken a picture of you is not full on recording the fight you and Hawks are having.

You flash him two matching middle fingers. 

“Stop it,” Hawks snarls, apparently fed up now (one word against Endeavor and Fanboy Hawks comes out to play). “That shit’ll go viral, you know it will.”

“Sorry to ruin your perfect image, golden boy.” You finally rip the last feather out of your sleeve, biting it in half and spitting it out just to spite him. “Kiss my ass—fuck!”

You’re pinned. Fully against the building. The feathers aren’t under your clothes, they don’t need to be. They connect with each other to form a link that pins your ankles and wrists individually and before you can suck in any air a few more stuff into your mouth as a makeshift gag. Upside down. “I’m not worried about my image, songbird. Your popularity rating is at an all time low lately.”

Because you don’t pose for posers the way he does. And also maybe how not child friendly you are in interviews. Maaaybe because most of the other heroes don’t even like you enough to team up with you.

Not! That! It! Matters!

Hawks can read you well enough from your eyes. He maneuvers his body upside down to look at you face up, and looks into your gaze with a slight quirk of his lips. “What’s the matter, Nightingale? You hate hero society all of a sudden?”

NO SHIT.

“You wanna skip patrol today?”

NO.

“Why not?”

WE’LL BE CALLED TO FIGHT CLOCKINTHEHOLE ANYWAY AND IF WE DON’T GET THERE IN TIME PEOPLE GET INJURED AND YOU GET ALL SAD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

“Sorry, gonna need your mouth to transcribe that one.” The gag is lifted and before you can scream he covers your mouth with his hand, “Hey,” he coos, looking like his hair is flying up, “I’m serious. We can skip patrol, or I can do it on my own. I’ll cover for you, no problem.”

“Dude,” you choke, and the wetness running up your temple makes you realize you’re crying, “I wanna die.”

His face changes immediately, dropping every bit of his persona in an instant. The feathers loosen and release you, dropping you, and he catches you bridal style before you can turn on Aerial. 

“Alright, hang on.” His face is pained as he nudges your window open, carrying you in. “Hang on.”

The blood rushes back to your head, and the tears fall normally. He places you against your headboard, right next to the body pillow you always wake up next to. The sight of it makes you cry harder.

“Hey, hey.” Just like he did every time you tried to manipulate fighting tactics out of him to use against Endeavor, Hawks’ thumbs come up to brush your tears away. He sits at the edge of your bed, as though he’s visiting you in the hospital. “Hey, pretty girl, c’mon. Talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me help you.”

Your hands tangle in your own hair and your eyes shut, looking every bit the crazy lady you’ve become. “I want to fly into the sun. Please, just let me do that.”

“I can’t,” he pleads, taking his visor off and setting it aside. His jacket goes next, and he drapes it over you like the two of you aren’t indoors. And not on a date. He’s watched one too many cheesy romcoms. His favorite is John Tucker Must Die. You think that’s because he has mommy issues.

“I can’t,” he repeats, nudging himself next to you and moving your hands from your hair to your lap. His own hands go up to pat your hair down, and brush your shoulders, touch as light as a feather. 

He’s grooming you. Dumb bird. 

A painful sob escapes you, and you fall into him as he rubs your arms, your back, your hair. His bodysuit quickly becomes wet with your tears, but he doesn’t seem to mind, lips on your temple and arms tight around you. He even leans down and kisses a tear straight off your cheek.

“I’ve been living the same day again and again. I’ve lost count of the days. I killed people and I manipulated you and you keep helping me but nothing works. Everyday I have to go through this. Everyday the universe finds a way to kill me. I haven’t—” Your own wail cuts you off, and he squeezes you closer. “I haven’t seen nighttime in forever! I’ll forget what nighttime looks like soon, I’m so sick of the sun!”

He doesn’t say anything. Sometimes he believes you straight away, sometimes he doesn’t, but either way he eventually takes it in stride. He cheers you up. He takes you places or he talks and talks and talks until you’re laughing, laughing so hard you almost don’t feel the pain when you die.

His lips burn on your skin. He keeps them on your temple, warming you far more than his jacket does. 

“I hate telling you this every time,” you sniff, “I wish there was a way I could fast forward it.”

Still, he doesn’t talk. He moves instead, holding you to his heart like you’re.

Gold.

When Hawks does speak, his voice is thicker than normal, like he’s holding back something. Tears of his own, or a confession. Too many times he’s seen you vulnerable now, even if he doesn’t remember, and you don’t think you’ll ever see him in such a state. 

“If you wanna fly into the sun, I won’t stop you.”

You look at him. No hint of a lie in those golden eyes. Pulling away from the safety you’d embraced for a second, you sit back and swallow. “Yeah? No lie?”

“No lie. You’ll come back, right? The day will reset. So it’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Unless today is finally the last day. But you doubt it. You’ll know when it is. If it ever comes.

“Then you can go. Or…”

A few minutes ago, you’d have jumped out the window the second he stopped holding you back. “Or?”

“Or.” His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Thinking face. One of the few people who doesn’t have a dumb thinking face. This one actually looks like he’s thinking. “You let me take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Surprise,” he says softly, “you’ll like it. Promise.”

And you figure you can always fly into the sun tomorrow. The giant ass star isn’t going anywhere.

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He’s had a hand over your eyes for a couple minutes now, guiding you inside…somewhere. Every few seconds he makes a shushing sound, to who you assume are bystanders wondering why the rude hero who trended number one on Twitter this morning (#FrightingaleBreakdown) is wandering around.

“Are you taking me to a strip club?” you ask suddenly. “I really don’t wanna go to a strip club right now.”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Tell me that one later. Or, tomorrow, or whatever. Whenever you want.”

Yeah. Okay.

A door closes, and that’s when he finally moves his hand. You’d assumed you would have to shield your eyes from some ceiling light. But instead, you’re met by even more darkness.

Well. Not total darkness.

There’s a hint of white. A sliver of silver. And it’s everywhere.

You honesttoGod gasp, staggering back as you witness the night sky. The stars twinkle like shiny teeth (that sparkle, adding beauty to my faaaace, my shiny teeth that glisten, just like a christmas tree, you know they’d walk a mile, just to see me smile (woo!) my shiny teeth and me). Your hands tremble as they close over your mouth, and you don’t realize that you’re tearing up until Hawks’ fingers are under your eyes again, catching the tears before they can fall.

“I know a planetarium isn’t the same as the actual night.” He glows like this, how does one do that? What’s his skincare routine? “But…it’s better than nothing, and I’ll bring you here whenever you want. You say the word to me and we’re here. Or anywhere else. If you can’t get out of the loop, then you should take advantage of it. Have fun. Do things you’ve never had time to do before. I’ll help you.”

For all this trouble, you should stare up at the faux sky, not at him.

“And um, to speed up the process.” His cheeks dust pink, and he whispers, “Keigo.”

That’s when you find your voice. “What?”

“Keigo. My name. I’ve never told anyone, so, you know. I’ll believe you faster.” His face is red now, all the way up to the tips of his prickly ears. 

“Kei-go.” You test it out on your tongue, eyes on him. “Well, what if I’m just messing with you and I’m not actually reliving today?”

He exhales in a way that tells you the thought didn’t even cross his mind. As if you’re sooo goodhearted you would never do such a thing. But you absolutely would.

“It’d be worth it.” Hawks—Keigo—shrugs. “To hear you say my name.”

Oh.

You step forward, you think, to kiss him, but before you get the chance the ground shakes, and then crumbles directly under your feet. You don’t even hear his cry of surprise. Is this an earthquake? No, quicksand? But that makes no sense—except the curse doesn’t make any sense at all, so yeah. Sure. You’ll go out like that.

You wake up with the taste of sand and good sense never to try and kiss your partner again. 

—————————————————

“You’re early!” Hawks greets you at patrol.

“Yeah, well.” You sigh, blowing into the cup of hot tea in your hand. “We don’t all take our time like you, Keigo.”

[sixosix]

can i have a fic when hawks is a little snooky shmoopy poopoo booboo bear baefie cookie cake sugarhoneyplumplum pop 🥺 thx

a/n i will ban you too don’t test me. hi earth hope u like it 🥰

# reader is very aggressive and um. verbally violent. but this is fluff, hawks is a whipped and territorial birdbrain, wc 629

one fact no one warned you about is that hawks leaves his feathers everywhere.

“i’m going to kill you.”

hawks grins where he’s draped on your couch, wings stretched until he’s taking up the entire space. “i’m looking forward to it,” says the number two hero.

a tick pops out of your temple, livid now more than ever. “oooh i’m going to kill you and i’m going to make it hurt, you hear me?”

“heard you the first time, sweetheart,” he says, so carefree with that stupid grin that punching it out of him seems like it would bring world peace.

you don’t relent. “and then when i kill you, your feathers better disappear along with you,” you snarl, making a point by plucking one of the red headaches from the desk beside your door and crushing it. it still stays intact; it even wiggles in your death grip. “or else i’ll bring you alive and kill you again.”

hawks hums, undeterred. “i don’t think that’s how it works.”

you glare at him because you know it’s true. “you are so fucking annoying, you know that?”

hawks laughs this time. “so i’ve been told.” he shifts, patting his thigh as an invitation. “aren’t you tired? it’s time to cool off and relax a bit, babe.”

you sniff, appraising him with a cold glare. “how come the number two hero has time to shed his stupid feathers and loiter in a civilian’s living room?”

he tuts in disapproval; and before you know it, a feather’s on the middle of your back, pushing you to the couch. it’s seriously endless. “now, don’t be like that. we both know you’re much more than just a civilian.”

you feel your chest warm. “gross.”

he laughs, pulling you down to sit on his lap once you’re within arms' reach. he reaches for you, like a starving man at the sight of an island—it should be sad. but it’s cute.

you hum, eyes surveying the mess in your apartment. there’s a feather here and there and everywhere. “are you, like, going through something? because i don’t think this is normal. at least do it in your own mansion.”

hawks snorts. “it’s for protection!”

“protection from what? you think there’s a rat-sized kidnapper in my house?”

“well—the chances aren’t slim.”

“unbelievable.”

“baby, listen,” hawks says, holding your cheeks in his palms. “it’s either you take one—or two, preferably—of my feathers or you have to deal with me claiming every part of your house. actually, it’s my house now.” he brightens. “aw—or our house.”

your deadpan stare cuts him off over the sound of his own laughter.

hawks is crazy. insane, even.

there’s something about him always wanting to leave a feather on your stuff. first, when you met him at a cafe, and he left a small feather right next to your cup. then, when he saw you again in pro hero deku’s agency, leaving two feathers on your desk. and then when you went on a date he told you to keep a feather but you accidentally lost it. and then this.

it isn’t anything sinister. he can’t control these feathers unless he’s nearby, and he’s always busy as a pro hero.

hawks gets extremely pleased whenever you carry one of his feathers around. like a big bird puffing his chest. he looks stupidly cute when he does that.

and—okay, you admit that the startling splash of familiar red is enough to make villains wary of you and creepy creeps run in the other direction, but why waste all that effort on you?

you pluck one from the corner of your couch, twirling it around. “wouldn’t you need your stupid feather?”

he beams, stealing a kiss on your nose. “i need you more.”

“you’re insufferable.”

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Murmurs of life

Warning: Pregnancy, fluff... that'll be all.

Word count: 1, 164k

Author's note: I hate this, took me ages, I don't like it and I really don't like talking about early pregnancy.

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Soft hands caressing your skin hidden under the covers. Breathless kisses and secret whispers, promises, ushered in the dark of the night. In the anonymity of your bedroom chamber, it was the most affection Keigo would offer you. You're used to the surprising softness the Winged Hero could provide in moments of calmness.

Most days, you sleep in a cold bed, after all.

You don't blame Keigo for his absence, not when he works to apologize for those lonely times when he comes back home. It's not his fault he got caught up in shit at such a young age. And he only wants what's best for you. Which, in this instance, is not to be known by the public.

"It would be a bore." He said once when you asked.

That had been another date spent at home, a nice homemade dinner and the preview of a soon-to-be-released movie he obtained you-didn't-know-how. And at this point, was it worth it to ask?

"Why?" You'd asked while putting the dinner plates away after drying them.

He sighed and placed the sponge back in the sink before turning to you.

"Cuz there'll be journalists everywhere, and we'd have to move again, and my manager would probably try to use you to use me or something…"

His perpetually unbothered face scrunched in disgust, and his shoulders bent forward in a bad posture you were trying to rid him of. The memory of your rushed move three months prior is still fresh in his mind. So many camera flaunting him while you cleared out of the apartment building from the back. Not an experience he wished to redo so soon.

You had only nodded and changed the subject. Again.

But now, in the darkness of your cold bed, only the memory of warm hands on your body to overthrow the heavy feeling resting in your stomach could help you get through your day off. One that you'd spend alone. Again. Hadn't Keigo said it was off today too? Welp, what was new. Of course, they would pull Keigo out of his vacations to work.

The necklace sporting one of Keigo's feathers flew centimetres away from your face, trying its mighty best to get you up and start your day. Without much luck as it seemed. Gently pulling on its rope to incite you to rose, it soon fell back in its place just below your breast, inert.

It shuddered and started to float again. Tugging twice, it let itself fall back toward your stomach and nuzzled. (Y/N) raised one of her eyebrows and moved to push the feather away, but it came back and swatted her hand in retaliation. It began to shake as if taken in a panicked frenzy or excitement. (Y/N) didn't think much of it. Sometimes, when Keigo worked, its feathers followed his movements.

Making her way toward the kitchen, (Y/N) started her day, as she usually did, stirring her coffee, opening the TV, and placing the news channel as background sound. The woman started prepping the ingredients for her breakfast, something with fruits and eggs… and olives, because why not. The feather shivered again, nuzzling closer to her stomach.

"More news coming from the arrest happening earlier this morning. We now have confirmation that the suspect was, in fact, part of the group attacking Ms. Takamori this summer. Authorities did not reveal the suspect's name. And as a matter of privacy, to quote the agent in charge, refused the journalists." Said the commentator, a hand covering his ear. Behind him, the visual showed a busy street, many police cars and the familiar red wings flashing for a brief moment before disappearing.

Preferring to skip the drama for today, (Y/N) changed the channel and turned to her preparation once more. The Takamori attack made headlines after the poor woman was found by a bypasser beaten up in an alley. Terrible thing.

The apartment's door opened with a bang, and a burst of air surprised the woman as two arms wrapped around her middle, gently pulling her to a muscular but warm surface. Only two people had the apartment's key, herself and…

"Keigo!" She laughed, swatting the part of his chest she could easily access.

"Are you alright?" Asked the figure, shaking her shoulder. A face rested in the junction between her neck and shoulder as the question echoed against her skin.

"Yes, why?"

"You're heartbeat's all messed up. It's been like that for days now…"

(Y/N) shrugged, continuing her preparation. Silence floated around her and Keigo for a moment before he talked again.

"Can I listen again?"

There was a beat of silence where (Y/N) looked over the raw scrambled eggs before her, making turning his question in her head, trying to make sense of it. "To my heartbeat?" She asked, turning her head to look at Keigo.

"Yeah!" He responded, raising his head from its perch. He turned to look at her expectantly.

"You do your thing." Said (Y/N), dislodging from his arms. "I thought you were working today…"

Situating a big hand right over her throat, covering the fluttering of (Y/N)'s heart, the other covering her belly, right over the feather necklace, silence is the only answer Keigo gives her. His ear is awkwardly placed against her back, which can't be comfortable, but she doesn't say anything. Breathing deeply and leaving her body to be supported by her lover as he listens to the echo of her heart, (Y/N) closed her eyes. The scent of eggs was starting to heavily hang around her, making her stomach turn in disgust.

"I don't think I want eggs anymore." She whispers to no one in particular. Keigo only hums against her shoulder.

"I'll make something else." There's a pause. "Did you feel, I don't know, weird those past couple of days?" He asks finally.

(Y/N) thought for a moment, scanning her memories for any inconvenience she could have felt. The back pains shooting near her hips and spine came to mind, but that was usual. The headaches too, but they'd become more frequent those past weeks. The nausea was new, but she'd been stressed by her work lately. Nevertheless, (Y/N) related all those to Keigo, who only hummed.

"What about the thing I asked you to do?" He asked finally, moving away from her gently yet still keeping a hand on the small of her back.

It was her turn to hum. "Forgot it. It's in the bathroom, I think. I was in a rush yesterday…"

Keigo slapped her ass playfully, then kissed her lips when she turned to chide him. "Go check on that. I'll make something else to eat."

A short moment passes before a clatter can be heard, and giggles and sobs echo in the apartment, (Y/N) comes back jogging toward Keigo and jumps in his arms.

"We did it, Keigo, we did it."

"I know!" He laughs.

In the bathroom, the pregnancy test forgotten on the counter shows two pink lines.