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lvoryingrid · 3 months

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Spring

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: As spring awakens, Keigo feels a primal call within. With his loving girlfriend, (Y/n), by his side, they journey into the wilderness, where nature's forces and Hawks' untamed instincts collide.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica, breeding kink

The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers as spring enveloped the world in a blanket of warmth. The first light of spring peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The melodious symphony of birdsongs filled the air, creating a harmonious backdrop to the awakening day. Amid this serene morning, Keigo, found himself roused from his slumber with an unusual unease settling within him. His crimson wings twitched restlessly as primal instincts surged through him, awakening a side of him that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Beside him, (Y/n) lay peacefully asleep, bathed in the morning sunlight that enhanced her already beautiful face. Keigo couldn't help but admire her serenity, the contrast to the turmoil that raged within him. He gently brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from her face, his touch tender yet tinged with a strange urgency.

Keigo couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air seemed charged with an energy he couldn't quite place, and all his senses were on edge. As he glanced down at his crimson wings, now twitching almost violently against his will, he knew that whatever was happening, was beyond his control.

A sudden heat spread through his body, starting at his chest and radiating outward. His heart raced, and his breath came quick and shallow. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, driving him to act on impulses he didn't understand. He looked down at (Y/n) again, her soft skin now flushed with color, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own.

Soft breaths left her parted lips and her face was colored by the warm rays of the sun. The way the covers loomed over her body had him gulp at the sight. She looked so vulnerable, ready to be devoured by him and him only.

Keigo felt a powerful urge to claim her, to mate with her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. With a growl that seemed to come from deep within him, he rolled over, pinning her beneath his figure. His wings spread wide, blocking out most of the light, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze. He leaned in, warm lips leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed neck.

"Keigo…" she whispered, her eyes slowly opening, noticing the sharp look in his golden eyes. Keigo froze, every muscle in his body tensing. The sound of her voice, so soft and sweet, filled his ears, making his heart race. His eyes, already fixed on her face, widened in surprise. She was awake.

He didn't answer, couldn't answer. All he could do was feel. He lowered his head, pressing again his lips against her neck, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating, driving him further out of control.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over her features, making her look even more radiant than usual. Her (h/c) hair was a tangled mess around her, her cheeks flushed with sleep. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before resting her palms against his feathers.

The contact sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Her touch felt so good, so right. His instincts screamed at him, begged him to breed her, to claim her as his own. He could feel his body growing hotter by the second, his desire for her becoming almost unbearable.

With a smile, she slowly traced her fingertips from his tense feathers to his shoulder blades as she asked "Isn't it a bit early for this?" Carefully, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Early?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desire. "Is it too early?"

She giggled, her breath tickling his feathers. "Well, it's not like we have anywhere to be today," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued to nuzzle her. "And I must admit, I like the idea of starting the day with some…morning cuddles." Her hand trailed down his back.

As he roughly yanked the thin fabric from her body, her breath caught in her throat, her nipples hardening into tight buds. The air around them seemed to crackle with desire, and Keigo could feel his control slipping further away with every passing moment. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, rolling it between his tongue and teeth.

Heat radiated from his body, and she felt his erection pressing against her hip. Her own desire, buried deep beneath her exhaustion, flared to life at his touch. She arched her back further, pressing her breasts against his mouth as he growled in pleasure.

Keigo leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across her face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing his fingers along her collarbone. "I need you." He kissed her softly, his lips warm and demanding. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly against his.

His wings spread wider, casting the room into deeper shadow, as if nature itself was conspiring to hide their forbidden act. He pressed closer still, his erection aching with need, and guided himself between her legs. Dark crimson panties covering her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he could feel her hips begin to move against him in time with his touch. His other hand moved lower, caressing her stomach, teasing the thin fabric of her panties before finally sliding underneath to stroke her folds. She was wet and ready for him, and he groaned into her ear as he felt her body tremble beneath his touch.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and pulled her legs over his hips so that she straddled him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes clouded with desire. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through him. His crimson wings spread wide, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze, and he could feel the power surging through him, urging him on.

Keigo reached up, cupping her face with one hand, the other lay on her hip, he gazed into her (e/c) eyes as he thrust upward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching as she met his movements with her own, as both hands griped her hips bringing her closer, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Their skin slid against each other, slick with sweat and desire, and the air around them seemed to crackle with the force of their passion.

She was perfectly aligned, her wet heat encircling his cock, her breasts pressed against his chest. He arched his back, thrusting harder into her, his wings spreading wider to envelop them both in a cocoon of feathers and heat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as she urged him on, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their hips moved in perfect rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust and need. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sweet song of the morning birds.

As their lovemaking intensified, Keigo could feel his body giving in to the primal urges that had taken hold of him. He lost track of time, consumed by the pleasure that (Y/n) was giving him. Her soft gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their passionate entwining.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want it to end. And with one final thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside of her. His breath hitched as he felt her body tremble beneath him, signaling her own release.

Finally, his movements grew slower, softer, and he pressed his lips to her neck, whispering her name in a hoarse, ragged voice. She could feel his seed slowly leaking from her body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was with him and that they had shared this moment, this connection.

(Y/n) collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies still joined together. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, their breaths mingling in the air. It took several long moments for him to regain control of his senses, and when he did, he was filled with a strange mixture of guilt and desire.

"Are you…okay?" he managed to ask, his voice still ragged from their passion. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and it was a comfort he didn't want to let go of just yet.

She giggled, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm…fine," she replied, sounding a bit breathless. "It's just…you were so…rough." Her fingers traced gentle circles on his back, soothing the marks her nails had left behind. "I didn't expect you to be so…possessive."

Keigo chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "I couldn't help it," he confessed, nuzzling her neck. "You're just so…irresistible." He kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her skin on his lips.

He kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his. As they continued to cuddle, the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a warm glow across the room, making it feel as if spring truly had returned.

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ectologia · 8 months

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Can I please make a request? Instead of being told to kill Best Jeanist to prove himself to the League of Villains, Keigo is taken to a room with an innocent civilian and told to rape her. He goes through with it and feels guilty but ends up enjoying it a lot more than he’d like to admit. The nastier the better!

I love this idea! hope it’s nasty enough for you anon ♡

BAD GUY

KEIGO TAKAMI X F!READER + FEATURING TOUYA TODOROKI (DABI)

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, KIDNAPPING, SHIBARI, CHAINS, VAGINAL BLEEDING, GAGS, BLINDFOLDS, ABUSE, PROFANITY, CREAMPIE

“The fuck you mean change of plan?”

Keigo shifts in his rigid stance, his fingers twitching in anxious waiting.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it pretty boy.” Dabi slings an arm over Keigo’s tense shoulders, hooking the heavy appendage around his neck to tug him along.

The moment the door is swung open, he’s met with the foul stench of stale air and oxidised blood. His nose twitches and curls at the numerous metal chains clinging to the crumbling walls of what he can only assume is some kind of dungeon or torture chamber. His eyes squint at the distorted figure hung against the back wall.

Your broken, bruised wrists twitch in their rusted confines, cuffed to the ceiling where your ankles are collected with them, legs spread and strung open like a dirty fuck-puppet.

Keigo’s eyes follow as he watches Dabi saunter towards you, slapping your inner thigh and jolting you awake. “Got this one special.” he jiggles the ripened flesh, swinging you back and forth in your restraints. “Stretched her out for you ‘n everything.” Keigo’s top lip raises in disgust as Dabi brings two fingers down to press against your swollen pussy lips, spreading the delicate flesh open to give an informative view of your gaping hole, already stuffed with blood and a not so ominous white fluid, dribbling down your puffy slit all the way to your taint.

Keigo stares wide eyed and somewhat disturbed, blinking down at the miniature puddle of semen, tinted red.

Dabi clicks his tongue, sighing. “Well, come on then. This bitch ain’t gonna fuck herself.”

A blond head snaps up, eyes slitted and narrowed. “What?”

A dark chuckle resounds throughout the dimly lit vault. “You heard me, hero.” Dabi circles Keigo like a sickly vulture with a wicked grin, shuffling through his pocket. “You wanna’ prove your loyalty to the L.O.V?” He fiddles with the wheel of his lighter until the wick ignites.

“Fuck her.”

“Who is she?” Keigo snaps back in an instance.

Dabi snickers, eyeing the swiftly burning embers of his cigarette. “How the fuck do I know? She’s just some random chick we picked up. Who cares anyway, don’t gotta know her name to stick your dick in her.” He reasons, smirking behind the smouldering stick tucked between his fingers.

Keigo snarls through grit teeth. “Is this what you meant by change of plan? you want me to ra—”

“Rape her?” Dabi cocks his head with a mocking pout. He takes another lengthy drag of his cigarette before pivoting to face Keigo, allowing the murky tendrils of smoke to encase him in a cloud of grey. “Yeah, I do.” He tuts. “But that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it Hawks?”

Against his will, Keigo is shoved towards your limp body, flinching. He grimaces as a sloppy string of drool slides off of your tongue, slipping through the metal ring of the gag fitted between your teeth, prying your tired jaws open.

“If you’re worried about your lil’ reputation, don’t. She can’t see you.” He juts his chin towards the stained cloth tied over your eyes, used as a make-shift blindfold.

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” Keigo huffs, refusing to acknowledge the pebbled nipples and perfectly vulnerable pussy spread out in-front of him like a fucking buffet.

“You wanna be a villain? Then you gotta’ fuckin’ act like one.” Dabi slumps against the wall, folding a thick arm below his chest.

Keigo scowls, thumbing the leather of his belt. “Alright, you gonna get the fuck out, or what?”

“Nah, boss wants me to watch. Make sure you don’t try anything funny.”

A bitter chuckle escapes Keigo, shaking his head. “Or you’re just lookin’ to get off to this shit?”

“Hey, I’ve actually got better things to being doing then sitting here and watching you fail at lasting more than 2 minutes.” Dabi frowns, flicking at the brittle ash clinging to his cigarette.

The situation isn’t funny, so why does he feel like laughing?

Your ears perk at the taunting clang and zip of a belt buckle being dropped to the ground. Your frantic attempts to pull away prove futile the moment two thickly gloved hands wrap around your thighs, cupping the domes of your ass to bring your pulsing slit closer to his already pumped and steaming length.

“Look at you.” Dabi whistles at the scene. “Already got a nice little boner going on, ready to pound some pussy blondie?”

“Shut up.” Keigo barks over his shoulder, fisting his bobbing cock as he decides the best way to approach.

Does he go in slow and let you adjust?.. Or does he just shove it all in at once and get it over with? short and sweet.. Well, not really sweet but you get the gist.

Is there really any nice way to rape somebody?

He goes for something in between, sheathing himself all the way inside until the chubby tip of his prick prods at your cervix. Your screams are muffled by the silver o-gag separating your tongue from the rest of your contorted mouth, only allowing slips of guttural hums and cries. It’s difficult to fuck your pussy comfortably given how you’ve been practically pinned to the wall, so Keigo makes do, using the stringy chains wrapped around your limbs as a handle to pull you back and forth on his dick while he juts into your swollen cunt.

“Mmh.. Shit.”

He doesn’t want to admit it, but it feels damn good fucking you like this. Completely helpless, hanging from the ceiling with your legs bent backwards all for him to rape and hurt. His rhythm increases in tempo, no longer shy, shallow thrusts but deep, meaningful, powerful ones. He leans backwards, using one hand to tug on your restraints while the other fondles your fat tits and nipples. The flimsy nibs are picked and flicked at, twisted between the rough pads of his leather-clad fingers.

“There you go.” Dabi hums, almost raising a hand to applaud him in his endeavour. “That’s much better. Now slap her around a bit.”

Keigo’s hips falter as he turns his neck to Dabi.

“You heard me bird boy, spank that bitch.”

Keigo huffs. With every sharp blow, a new red and purple mark seeps through the canvas of your delicate skin. Your tits and thighs jiggle against the harshness of his hand, twitching and flinching away from his abuse.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” he hisses, turning white knuckled as he clamps down harder on the ringing chains holding you above him. “She’s fuckin’ clenching man.”

Dabi nods in agreement, nursing on the damp end of his cigarette.

“Can I nut in her?”

“You do whatever the fuck you want, I ain’t gonna say no.” Dabi laughs. “And she sure as hell ain’t either.” He jabs the smoked pick in your direction before dusting himself clean of it, crushing the paper beneath a thick rubber sole.

“Fuck sake, I’m gonna cum so hard.”

He howls, throwing his head back the moment his cock spurts, pumping your pussy full of hot jizz. He hooks his elbows below your knees, pressing himself into you while he empties his heavy balls into your womb. “Take it, oh yeah, take it girlie. Take it all in that tight little fuckin’ twat.” The rapid shiver of your legs does well to encourage him.

Ropes of sloppy, bubbling white cum spew out onto the floor as he retracts, dripping down with a wet pap.

Keigo turns, gasping and heaving like a wild animal, his red raw cock bouncing against his balls as he moves. “Am I done here?..”

Dabi taps a finger against his chin, blinking up at the ceiling as though deep in thought. “Hm..”

“I think you can go another round.”

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urfavslav · 3 months

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keigo doesn't like storms at all. one time he went on patrol and his wing almost got caught with a thunderbolt, the heat of the thing searing into his mind and burnt feathers that shed eventually. whenever he's home the night of a storm he insists on holding you, no matter what ur doing , wings curled around you so intensely that the fluff of his feathers tickles. it seems that he's protecting you, but it's more a comfort to his nerves, grounding his senses. he likes to count the lightning strikes and how far away they are too

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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B2 & Hawks

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The Scent of Another Man

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, non con briefly mentioned, isolation punishment mentioned, spanking threat, nudity, sexual punishment?, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, aggressive behavior, abusive behavior, threatening harm upon Reader, hair pulling, breast slapping, marking Reader, Stockholm Syndrome

Request: “We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent no one will dare touch you again.”

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Yandere Alphabet Prompt

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Keigo Takami is known for many things. He’s the No. 2 pro hero of Japan, he’s a charming guy, he’s rich as hell, and he started his own agency at such a young age. Those are just a few off of the long, long list.

You know Keigo for something that nobody would ever even consider. He’s fucking territorial. This man somehow always knows when you’ve been around another guy. It’s like he can sniff it out. You could just brush your arm up against the opposite gender on a bus, and when you come home, Keigo will be all over your ass, interrogating you about why you smell like another guy.

Ever since you blossomed into a more willing partner, one who shows him incredibly genuine love and devotion, he has allowed you to go outside under certain conditions. One, you must always have your phone and location turned on. Two, if Keigo calls, you must always answer. Three, you’re only allowed out until five o’clock pm. Four, you are to tell Keigo where you’re going and who you’re going with. If he doesn’t approve of those two things, you aren’t going at all. Five, you are to contact Keigo and only Keigo if something bad happens.

On the train, your phone died, and you happened to have been seated between two males with pretty heavy body odor. That’s what leads you here as Keigo grabs you by your hair and berates you in the kitchen, threatening to press your cheek against the hot griddle of the stove.

“Am I not enough for you? After all I’ve done to protect you, to give you a lavish life?! You’re going to throw all of that back in my face?”

You know what will happen if you don’t answer him properly. Sniffling from the threatening heat against your face, you groan and cry out with a heaving chest, “Keigo, I’m sorry! You’re enough. You know you are! I love you, I can’t live without you. Please, Keigo!”

You can’t hold onto him with the angle you’re bent at over the stove. The only thing you can grab is the handle to the oven, so you clutch it desperately, knuckles turning white from the harsh grip.

“KEIGO!”

You feel like you’re about to vomit as he presses your face just a bit closer, but it’s all too close at the same time. You’re a short hair away from him marring your face.

“What do I have to do to make you get it through your pea sized brain that you’re mine? You’re my girl!”

“I am your girl! Keigo, I didn’t do anything. Please? Please, let me go?!”

Your tears fall onto the griddle, splashing and sizzling as it begins to evaporate. The steam hits your eye, and it only causes more to surface upon your lashes.

He pulls you up and turns off the knob, ending the torturous heat to the stove. Keigo grabs you by your jaw with an iron clasp so tight you’re sure he’ll leave finger print sized bruises. The dew drops lingering on your eyes rolls down over his hand, and he smirks at you, licking the salty droplets.

Your boyfriend’s lips are so close to yours. You can’t turn your head away from him, and with your back to the oven, you have nowhere to go. It must be a natural instinct to him to trap you like this, giving you zero options of a way out. By now, you can’t even tell if this was something he did on purpose or if it’s just so ingrained in his psyche that it’s intrinsic to him.

Snuffling like a kid with ugly sobs, you clutch his jacket.

“Please, Keigo, please, believe me! You have to believe I’d never do anything like that to you. I’d never go against you like that! I love you so much, Keigo, please?!”

You feel as though your knees might buckle with how little energy you have left.

His grin widens seeing you beg for him. It’s the music of a seraph choir to his ears with a harp in accompaniment. Fucking beautiful.

“What are we gonna do with you, songbird? Am I gonna have to bend you over my knee? Lock you up for a day or two?” He tilts his head as he teases you.

You don’t realize he’s mocking you though, so you cry even harder and plead, “No, please, Keigo. I’ll be good!” Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and there’s no way you could keep standing if it weren’t for the grip Keigo has on your jaw.

The pro hero tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, taking his time to answer you, letting the tension weigh in the air for his amusement and your torture.

“I know what I’ll do. I’m going to come inside of you and on you until we get rid of the smell of other men. We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent that no one will dare touch you.”

It’s not the worst option, but your lip still wobbles at the thought. Obediently, you nod your head. You don’t fight Keigo as he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, clutching his jacket for balance.

You have to remind yourself that he does this because he loves you, because it’s what’s best for you, so you sigh as he strips your body down to bare skin before doing the same to his own. His hero costume lays on the floor next to a pile of your own clothes, and he crawls on top of you, pinning your arms down. Keigo kisses, nips, and sucks on your neck, leaving all types of marks as he slots his hard length between the plush of your thighs and presses himself inside of you.

He manipulates your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s a comfortable position for him that you’ve come to find out.

You remember in the beginning how you used to fight him so much, how he used to have to hold you down or even force you on your stomach to make things easier. All of that changed when he delivered the very first severe punishment which you later found out lasted two months. You remember how he locked you up, gave you little food and water to survive off of, took away every single comfort he afforded you since you moved in, and paid very little attention to you.

Now, Keigo is the light of your life, and when you make him mad, you need to be punished. Being disciplined makes you feel better, and that’s all he’s doing. He’s in the process of forgiving you. His forgiveness is all you want.

So as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, you whisper and moan how sorry you are, how you’ll be better, do better. You try to reassure him with every desperate thrust inside of you that your body is his body, and he can do with it as he pleases.

You just want him to be happy with you.

Pearlescent rain drizzles from your glossy orbs, soaking your red cheeks. You bite your lip, hoping and praying that you’re pleasing Keigo. He doesn’t stop short of groping your tits, ass, and thighs. He marks you up with bruises, navy and indigo. He smacks your panting breasts, painting them the brightest red found within a sunset.

But you deserve it. If this is what it takes to regain his favor, you’ll put yourself through it all.

Keigo fulfills his promise of coating your insides, as well as your body, with come. He makes sure you’re dripping with the slick ropes of his seed. He sniffs you, just to test it out. His lips curl into a dark grin, golden eyes taking on a brownish hue as he tilts his head until you see nothing but shadows surrounding his eyes.

“Good, can’t smell any other fucker on you now.”

Coated in sweat and multiple orgasms, Keigo settles down behind you on the bed and pulls you into his chest.

Your pussy throbs from when he milked your sweet cunt down to the very last drop. Your walls are sore, they feel like they have been thrashed with how much they burn. You’ve been rubbed raw, both edged and overstimulated by the hero right behind you. You can’t help but shudder from his hands as he moves you closer to him. You want to cry out, but you shove that want down deep. You don’t dare vocalize the pain you’re in.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” You ask tentatively, too weary to look over your shoulder to gauge Keigo’s emotions.

He nuzzles your ear with his nose and moans a soft sigh. “You’re good now. Love you.” He places a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you too, Keigo.”

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keigosstarlight · 4 months

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More Hawks Headcanons💖

Because my last Hawks headcanons post got some attention, I decided to do some more 🥰

This one will have NSFW headcanons, and I'll try to put those under a read more.

SFW

I wasn't sure to put this in NSFW or SFW due to the fact that a lot of the "his wings being sensitive" headcanons are NSFW, but I feel like this is safe enough.

His wings aren't as sensitive as fanon writes. He's been seen letting people touch his wings. (Manga panel below.)

I think, if anything, it's more like touching his arm. Context matters a lot. So, an unexpected flirtatious touch will undoubtedly be different than a fan touching them.

(Sidenote: I'm unsure if his wings being written this way is an actual thing people believe of Hawks, or if it is simply for fanfic works, but at the end of the day, it isn't that serious.)

Hawks survives on coffee. There's just no argument. He's a top hero, so how much sleep can he get? And he's seen drinking cans of coffee in canon, so my headcanon is that he is 75% coffee.

Has a fish tank?? I dont know. I feel like he would really enjoy going home and watching some fish swim around. It relaxes him. He hires someone to care for the tank when he's too busy, though.

Bird man needs big bed for wings. He will sprawl them out. Prepare for him to starfish.

NSFW and CW under the read more!

NSFW

Cw: bruising; praise kink; not just descriptions. I'm using quotes. Prepare for smut. (F!reader - "girl" used in praise.)

This man absolutely loves being on top so he can throw your legs over his shoulders. He loves how your face contorts when he's able to get deeper than you expect. However, after patrol, he is undoubtedly exhausted. Hawks is zooming throughout the city all day, running on nothing but coffee and fumes. You might have to ride him if you want it done, but that's okay because the way he gazes up at you so adoring while his hands grip your hips and he pants praises makes your legs shaking worth it.

He's absolutely a mixture of soft and rough. He'll lovingly whisper in your ear how beautiful you sound when he fucks you, but God damn, he's pounding you to oblivion and he isn't stopping until you're begging for mercy.

"You sound so beautiful when I fuck you like this, such a good girl for me. God, listen to you."

"Use your words for me, baby. Moaning and squirming isn't telling me what you want."

All while one of his hands is gently caressing your face and the other, you're sure, is making bruises on your hip.

He does enjoy doggy style because of the amount of control it gives him, but not seeing your face makes him have to savor the noises and he wants *all* of you. He wants to see how much he's pleasuring you and be able to lean down and give you kisses as he desperately tries to keep moving his hips.

#birdie chirps #birdie writes #hawks smut #bnha keigo takami #mha keigo takami #keigo takami #hawks headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #respectfulsimping

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neitaisho · 24 days

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キカゼ

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years

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(HI I SAW A TIKTOK AND GOT THIS IDEA. YOURE WELCOME HAWKS SIMPS)

Hawks x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Suggestive

Summary: Hawks left a feather at home to keep an eye on you while he’s at an interview. Being cheeky, you watch the live and decide to mess with him.

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You stirred awake, finding the warmth around you to be caused by the bundle of blankets you’d been tucked into. Lifting your head, peaking past your mess of a bedhead that had fallen into your face, you find Keigo nowhere to be seen.

Grumbling, you get up, both to go pee and to make your way to the sticky note left on the door.

“Had to leave early for an interview! I should be home around four! -Keigo”

Your cheeks puffed and your lips pouted, a little upset he didn’t wake you to say goodbye before he left. Nonetheless, you set the sticky note aside, stepping out into the hallway to head to the bathroom.

Yawning as you finish your business, you yelp as you’re suddenly tugged towards the kitchen, the crimson of one of Keigo’s feathers standing out against the pale blue of your sleep shirt.

You didn’t even question the fact he left a feather behind at home with you. Of course he did.

“Right, right. Breakfast I know.” You mumbled, sleepily smiling as the feather brush against your cheek.

The feather let go of you once you were in the kitchen, moving to rest on the dining table while you made your selection. You settled on cereal, the box goofily Endeavor-themed, the kid friendly icon of Endeavor smiling on the front of the box. It was insanely out of character, but in the moment you couldn’t care.

Once you finished your breakfast and set your dishes in the sink, the feather was tugging you along again, into the living room where blankets and pillows galore were laid out just how you like them.

You looked down at your phone at Keigo’s text tone, his message telling you that his interview would start soon. You turned on the TV to the correct channel, getting comfortable as you waited for the interview to start.

After a bit of texting back and forth, you learned the interview started at ten, and ended around noon, which meant Keigo had to take four hours to get there and four hours to get back.

“Why couldn’t the interview be closer?” You huffed, tuning out the woman giving her report as you scanned the blurred background for Keigo. You spotted your husband’s red wings easily enough, and you reached out to hold onto the feather he left behind.

It wasn’t long before the interview started, the announcer calling out each hero as they walked on stage. It featured the top ten, so Keigo came out right after Endeavor, who looked inconvenienced as usual.

You watched up until the questions moved onto the number four, your attention span growing bored.

Hatching an idea, you focused on Keigo in the corner of the screen, holding the feather in one hand while the thumb of your other hand slowly trailed the edge.

You watched, live, as Keigo’s left wing twitched. You gave him credit, he did a wonderful job at hiding his blush, but you could tell from days of spending time alone with this man that he was tense.

You grinned, tongue being held between your teeth as you twirled the feather in your grasp, tracing the edge and smoothing out any nicks on the sides.

You saw him swallow, it was subtle, but there. His wing twitched again, and he made himself look busy with it by scratching an itch.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to scratch the real itch until he got home though.

You stopped whenever questions came back to him however, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle the secondhand embarrassment if his voice cracked.

It came to a small break an hour in, and you giggled as you spotted Keigo speed-walking off stage before the others, who were making their way out of view at their own pace.

Giddy excitement and adrenaline had you shaking as you answered your phone, Keigo’s ringtone drowning out the TV for a moment before you answered it.

“What’s wrong, Hawks? I thought you were at an interview.” You purred, enjoying the hitch of breath at the sound of his hero name. You grinned cheekily as you brushed your thumb against the edge of the red feather, using that tone that you knew would rile him up further.

“You know exactly what’s wrong!” He hissed into the phone, his feather slipping from your fingers to poke you in the temple with each word. “And you’re watching the interview!”

You couldn’t help the giggle that left you. “Oh come on! You left me here alone with nothing to do and one of your feathers, what was I supposed to do?”

“Not try and embarrass me?!”

“I stopped when you were answering questions, didn’t I?”

You heard him splutter for a moment on the other end, a clear vision of him pinching the bridge of his nose coming to mind as he sighed.

“You better not back down when I get home, lovebird.”

“Oh I won’t, Hawks~” you giggled, gently taking the feather in hand again and pressing a kiss to it.

You heard his wings shudder in the background, moments before the feather flew up and out of reach on top of a bookshelf.

“Oh what’d you do that for?” You whined playfully, another grin breaking out.

“Ahp, looks like break’s over, lovebird. Gotta go!”

“Haaaawks!”

“Whining my hero name won’t get me home any faster!~”

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 months

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When you first touch his chest…WITHOUT ASKING.

Kirishima would look around for a second like “I swore something just touched me” then catch a glimpse of you below as you gently poke and squish his pecks through the workout shirt. You’d been so engrossed with watching his workout you hadn’t even noticed you had crossed the room to just…feel his chest. Of course, when you realized what had happened, your face erupts into a bright red blush and try to escape but he just engulfs you. “Aw, baby, it’s okay! You can cup a feel so long as I can~!”

Katsuki would stiffen and glare at you from over his shoulder as he continued cooking. You had come up from behind and just wrapped your arms around him so your palms met his chest, fingers fully splayed and unashamedly giving squeezes. There’s a faint blush in his cheeks when seeing your grin despite his scowl. “Don’t blame me if you get burned by the stove, dumbass…but don’t stop or I’ll blast you.”

Izuku would be busy with interviews at a meet-and-greet event with you standing at his side. He’s of course too polite to ask for reporters or people to step back when he’s had enough, the gentle green haired hero too nice to speak up when someone touches him by accident. However, the story changes when he feels your familiar hands practically marking their territory as you step between him and the onslaught of people, your eyes glaring daggers at the touchy-fan who had dared touch what was yours. And the cameras flash wildly as his face turns such a dark red his freckles disappear.

Tokoyami just…melts. So physically starved is this man when you touch his chest he just becomes putty in your hands as you carefully massage his chest muscles. You are literally biting your lips as he trembles beneath your fingers since you’d caught him by surprise when he was stepping out of the shower. Honestly it had been by accident since you had come around the corner and raised your hands by reflex but now you were smiling like an idiot as he leans into your touch.

Keigo. This man. This bird. The second your fingers touch his chest is when his face turns red, his amber eyes widen, and his red wings just POOF. Like so soft they could replace your mattress they are so fluffy! It would just be a light touch, just a brush as you walk past him on the street, a gentle touch to thank him for saving you from being attacked by thugs as you walked home. It was through his clothes but hot damn he thought you had burned him! You can’t see it but behind that visor his amber eyes are glistening with the need for more as he watches you walk away. Strangers in front of the public but when he got home to the love nest you two secretly had…you better watch out!

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theleftoverkiwis · 10 months

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Truly for the life of me can not draw Hawks's wings or hair right EVER God what is that boys hair????

#mpreg #art #pregnancy #doodle #sketch #bnha mpreg #bnha hawks mpreg #bnha keigo takami #bnha keigo mpreg

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snnrinc · 1 year

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Free Falling For You

— PAIRING : Hawks/Keigo Takami x GN!Reader

— WARNINGS : SFW, slow burn/mutual pining, (mostly) fluff, acrophobia (fear of heights) aka reader is scared of heights/falling and has a panic attack, but Hawks is there for comfort and exposure therapy.

• — EXCERPT : You were silent for a few seconds before you let out another awkward laugh. "It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I've always dreamed of having a quirk that allows me to fly."

"Really? With your fear of heights?"

You bashfully covered your face for a second before letting it fall next to your head. "Yeah. When I was younger, I was always jealous of others who have quirks like that, especially since... well, I have no quirk. I used to fly kites as a kid and imagine what it would be like to be so high up instead," you stared up at the sky, a calm smile stretching on your lips. You followed the movement of the billowing clouds floating in the sky and the way the rays of sun fell through their openings. The shadows and colours casted on their surface made them seem like mountains of smoke, and for a moment you imagined what it would be like to fly through them and touch them. Would they be cold? Would the water in them make your clothes wet? Would the air be too thin to breathe?

Would you feel as free as you imagined?

Hawks never moved his eyes from your face. The dreamy look you had made his lips turn up at the corners in a phantom smile, barely there but still enough for the warmth to reach his eyes. His thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of your hand and made you look at him, still beaming.

"I can take you flying."

— WORD COUNT : 5.3k

You turned yet another page from the file you were carefully examining, sighing when you saw the lines of information you still had to go though and input into your computer. Putting the file down, you opened an excel sheet to check if the information matched, bringing a hand to your temple and leaning your elbow on your desk once you realised the dataset was incomplete.

Your eyes scanned over the document, trying to measure the amount of damage done to your workload and to mentally calculate just how long you'd have to work overtime to fix everything. Frustrated, you took the file from next to your keyboard and slammed it further away, near the edge of your desk, almost knocking over the drink that was being placed on the surface right at that moment. The person holding it had good enough reflexes to pull back their hand just in time to dodge the paperwork.

"Whoa," a voice called out, the drink now placed at a safe distance from your huffing form, just barely enough to reach it comfortably without accidentally spilling it. "What's got you so worked up?"

You sighed heavily once again and threw your hands up. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these?!" you started, indignant, and pointed towards your computer screen. "There's missing data, the names right here are spelled wrong and couldn't be recognised by the system, and the information in the report I was given was not triangulated properly, so now I have to spend time searching the archive for the correct information!"

"What a bother," the person beside you nonchalantly remarked before you heard them slurp their own drink unperturbed.

You turned your unamused face to stare at the hero beside you, who was looking at you from behind the rim of his hot drink, almost seemingly waiting for your retort.

"Did you just come here to annoy me, Hawks?"

He shrugged. "I happen to work here, too. And I have a coworker that is constantly on the verge of a work-induced coma, so I figured some coffee would keep you alive."

You slumped your shoulders, defeated, and reached out for your drink from beyond the files spread out in front of you, taking a sip of your own and allowing the warm liquid to calm you down before the caffeine kicked in.

You closed your eyes and relished in the bittersweet taste of your beverage, eternally grateful that Hawks would regularly come by your desk to visit you and occasionally bring you something to drink or snack on. In the time you'd been working for the Commission after finishing your studies, you'd grown quite close to the pro hero, considering him one of your best work friends. The feeling always seemed to be mutual, what with Hawks constantly hanging around you while at the office to cure his boredom and your stress through your little inside jokes and playful banter.

He was just as grateful for your relationship as you were. Despite often keeping it professional, his time with you at work felt like a breath of fresh air. A busy pro hero such as himself, who was constantly bombarded with attention from reporters and fans any time he was not on field, was thankful to have coworkers that knew to mind their own business like you. You were always too focused on your work to care about frivolous things such as being in close proximity to one of the country's most popular heroes, and he was always too laid-back for you to take seriously, so it wasn't long before any joke or comment he made bounced right back from you. Frankly, being in each others presence was as relaxing as it was entertaining.

But right now you felt like neither of those.

"I am at my fucking limit," you mused aloud while mindlessly staring at the paperwork you still had to go through.

"Alright!" the hero beside you exclaimed in a chipper voice and placed his cup down on your desk. "Sounds like what you need is a break."

"I can't take my break now, I'll have to work overtime so I'll take it later."

"When's your deadline?"

"Um, a week from now, I think?" you opened your calendar to check and sighed. "Yeah, I have a meeting with the big bosses in like eight days. I can't slack off now."

"You call that slacking off, I call it making sure you don't pass out from a lack of sleep. I'm willing to bet you slept only three hours last night – as usual, might I add – from how dead inside you look."

"Four, actually."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Oh, excuse me, you're right. That's definitely enough sleep to function normally."

You clicked your tongue at his sarcastic comment. "I am functioning normally, especially now that my best friend in this place was kind enough to bring me coffee."

You mustered up your most toothachingly sweet smile as you fluttered your lashes at the man before both of you chuckled.

"Well, your best friend is going to take you out of this place. Who else would entertain me here if you pass away from being overworked?"

"Don't you, like, have a super busy schedule, being a hero and all?" you moved the bottom of the cup around in a circular motion. "You're barely at the office. I'd assume you get enough entertainment on the field."

He scrunched his nose. "I wouldn't call that entertainment, but yeah, I'm not always around. But it's boring and depressing when you're not here, so I'd rather not have you take sick leave."

You smirked and leaned back in your chair, shrugging your shoulders. "What can I say, I'm just a treat to be around."

"Yeah, when you don't look like you'll kill anyone who approaches you when you work. I thought I was done for for a second there." You rolled your eyes and he laughed at your reaction, before placing his hand on your shoulder in a friendly gesture, patting it softly. "Then let's go already."

"Go where?"

"On your break!"

"I told you I can't-"

"And I told you I'm not going to let you overwork yourself. C'mon, pack your things."

"But if I go then they will-"

"Then they'll know you're with me on a mission," he was dodging your protests with ease, already neatly closing the open folders from your desk and grabbing the coat that was hanging from the back of your chair.

"That's so stupid, I'm not a hero, I don't do field work!"

"Then we'll call it research." When you made no attempt to move from your seat as he turned to walk towards the exit, he halted his movements, looking at you and sighing. Your arms were crossed over your chest and the look in your eyes was almost admonishing. "You're entitled to your break, y'know? There's nothing they can do about it."

"If I stop now, I won't have any motivation to continue later."

"That's a poor excuse and you know it. Now let's go."

"Why do we need to go somewhere? I can take my break here."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you taking me for a fool? You know I'm technically your boss, right?"

You let out an amused huff and let your arms uncross, body moving forward so you could rest your elbows on the desk. "Don't give me that. If you're my boss, then give me a raise and I'll stop complaining."

Ultimately surrendering, you logged off from your computer and stood up, stretching the pain out of your lower back before you stepped towards the hero. As you were taking your coat from his arm, he brought his free hand to his chin in mock contemplation, an exaggerated deep in thought expression spreading on his face to your amusement.

"Hmm, I dunno," he mused, tapping his chin, "you don't seem to follow instructions from management very well. Maybe if you'd show a little respect and listened to me from time to time, I'd be generous enough to consider your request for a higher salary." You laughed shortly and playfully smacked his arm with the sleeve of your coat as you were putting it on. "Ow! Yet another display of insubordination added to the list. Keep it up and I might not give you that raise."

"Whatever, boss."

You both started walking towards the exit of your office, with you enjoying finally being out of the chair that was the cause for all your back and leg pains, and him enjoying your laughter at his antics. You didn't notice the way his eyes lingered on you as you smiled and softly leaned into him to bump your shoulder into his, nor the way his own grin widened at the contact. He was first to finally break the short-lived silence.

"So, where to?"

"I'm not sure. Somewhere peaceful and quiet would be really nice. I'm not in the mood to be around people right now."

"So... Where to?" he urged again.

You thought for a second, then turned towards the hero. "Where do you usually go when you want to relax?"

"I don't find this relaxing in the slightest, Hawks!"

Your panicked voice was only met with a carefree laugh. You would've turned towards the man to shoot a flaming glare at him, had you not been too preoccupied steadying your breathing and gripping Hawks' arm with enough force that he was sure you'd leave bruises on his skin.

Sitting on the ledge of a 30 story building was not what you had in mind when you thought of a quiet place away from people where you could spend your break, but now that you were here, looking at the view of the city in front of you — or rather, below you — you realised you asked the worst possible person to suggest a location.

The one who could fly.

Gripping the hero's arm close to your body, you registered his other arm was still snaked around your waist from where he placed it when he suddenly flew you both to the top of the building. But it did not ease your worries when the dizzying view of the far away ground seemed to keep on getting further and further away, your vision darkening and shapes and colours melding together into a kaleidoscope. Your hands started trembling, and soon the shiver crawled up your arms and cracked down your entire body like a thunderbolt. And even in such a state of panic, you didn't allow yourself to close your eyes to block the terrifying image, but instead you kept them wide open, senses forced into overdrive with only one thought flooding your mind.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

"Hey," the sound of his voice barely registered through the deafening sound of your blood thumping in your ears. A particularly heavy breeze brushed past you and made you yelp. Your entire body jolted when you felt yourself inching closer to what you thought was the imminent fall to your death, and his grip on you tightened when your breathing started coming out in heavy gasps. "Hey," he repeated, a bit more forcefully this time to get your attention. The hand you were holding onto carefully went up to your chin and moved it towards him softly so you could focus on him and not the view before you, causing you to press your body closer to his own in an attempt to maintain at least a semblance of stability. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm here. Breathe."

You listened to his soft command and mimicked his breathing pattern.

Inhale.

One, two, three...

Exhale.

Your shaky breaths mingled with his own from how close you were. After what felt like a few minutes, when your breathing evened out, you stared into his eyes, waiting for your heart to cease its restless thumping against your ribcage. He stared back at you, softly, his brows furrowed in worry. When he felt the shaking in your hands dissipate a bit and your eyes clear from the cloud of fear that was shadowing them, he pulled you over the ledge so you could sit comfortably on the flat roof of the building, never letting go of you.

"I won't let you fall," he reassured you.

You let out a half-hearted laugh. "I know, I'm sorry. I never reacted like this before. I don't know what happened."

"No, I should apologize, I didn't realise you were this scared of heights," you could see the guilt swirl in his eyes. "I just... Your office is on the top floor and I always see you at the window looking at the city. I assumed you'd be comfortable."

It was your turn to reassure the man. With a smile and a pat on his shoulder, you spoke: "It's okay, Hawks, really. You couldn't have known. I mean, when I said peaceful and quiet, I expected a secluded garden or something. I should've expected this to be a relaxing place for someone who can fly, so it's partly my fault."

"I'll take you back down," he moved to stand up but you caught his sleeve, half out of panic and the other out of impulse.

"No no, it's okay! We can stay here. Now that I'm not looking down, it really is peaceful."

He hesitated, eyes focused on you, searching for any hint of discomfort. But when he saw you lay down and stare at the sky calmly, he sunk slowly to the floor beside you. You stood in silence for a few moments before you got uncomfortable with how his eyes were seemingly boring holes into you, so you turned your head to the side to meet his stare.

"You seem more scared than I am," you said with a smirk. "I'm really fine. I'm with the one hero who can save me if I ever fall, after all."

"Your hands are still shaking."

Amusement disappeared from your face when you realised he could see right through you. Before you could come up with a good enough excuse, his hand slipped into yours, holding onto it tight and gazing at you with a serious look. You became acutely aware of how your hands were indeed still shaking in his grip, your heart pounding against your chest, and you were unsure if it was a remnant of your fear still surging through your body like an undercurrent or a result of his touch and intense stare.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you willed yourself to look away, back at the clouds on the sky.

"Why are you forcing yourself to stay here if you're uncomfortable?" he spoke again. "We can always go to a different place for your break."

You laughed awkwardly. "This is going to sound weird, but um... I actually like heights, even though I'm scared of them." When you were met with silence, you turned your head towards him again, only to find him frowning in confusion, his eyes quietly asking if you're being serious. You sighed. "I know it sounds stupid, but heights are a lot less intimidating when there's some surface separating me from a free fall. Like the windows at the office."

"So you're telling me," he gestured in your general direction with his free hand, "you're just a walking paradox?"

"Sort of, yeah," you shrugged. You were silent for a few seconds before you let out another awkward laugh. "It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I've always dreamed of having a quirk that allows me to fly."

"Really? With your fear of heights?"

Would you feel as free as you imagined?

"I can take you flying."

Your expression slowly morphed into a surprised one, and Hawks caught himself after realising he spoke without thinking first. This time, he finally broke eye contact and looked up at the sky.

"I mean, I know you're scared and all, I don't want to make that worse. But y'know, in the future, if you ever feel comfortable, I could..."

He trailed off, worried that if he kept talking he'd end up spouting something stupid. You smiled softly and squeezed his hand.

"Thank you, but I wouldn't wanna use you as my personal jetpack. Besides, you don't have to deal with my fear of heights or anything. I'd be the worst passenger ever."

"I wouldn't mind."

He turned his head towards you and the way he looked at you, so tender and honest, had your breath catch in your throat. Had he ever looked at you like this before? You weren't sure, but you couldn't deny the way it made your heart flutter just a bit faster.

You swallowed thickly. "I'm sure you're too busy for that."

"I'm never too busy for you."

The warmth forming in your chest spread throughout your body and you felt your hand twitch in his grip. His sharp eyes never left yours and you suddenly felt self-conscious under his scrutiny. You stared back at how the gentle wind blew through his hair and feathers, entranced with the way he looked when the sun casted a warm ray on his face, making his golden eyes glow in the light.

With rationality steadily slipping from you, you settled for the simplest answer.

"Okay."

His eyes softened and his face lit up with a boyish grin. "Great! Don't worry, we'll start slow and get over your fear of heights together."

"Thank you, Hawks," you smiled back at him.

You two stared at each other, beaming, for a long moment, before your alarm suddenly startled you. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and stopped it, sighing as you let your hand rest against your chest.

"That's my cue to get back to work."

He pushed himself up from the ground and pulled you to him, his arm back around your waist securely. It was a way to reassure you that you were safe, but to you it felt a lot more intimate than that.

"I'll take you back to the office," he stated, then paused for a second. "I think it's safer if we take the stairs this time."

It had been three and a half months since you started "training" with Hawks.

Three and a half months of the hero visiting you daily, either on your breaks or after your shift finished and he was not on patrol. In this time, he'd somehow managed to find a way to fit — in his already tight schedule — at least 10 minutes of meeting you daily to slowly help you overcome your fear. Each day that passed, the altitude at which he'd take you got higher and higher, keeping up with his promise of not pushing your boundaries too hard and constantly reassuring you that you were in safe hands. He was always a calm and laid back presence on the backdrop of a stressful situation, which constantly reminded you why he was a pro hero.

You, on the other hand, were positively losing your mind.

Not because each day you were facing small doses of your fear, anticipating the ground to move from under your feet as you rose into the air — after the first few weeks, you'd gotten accustomed to the feeling.

But because each day you were anticipating meeting him, holding him, listening to his soft words of reassurance whispered so close to your ear that you could feel his breath fan the side of your face from the proximity. Your bodies were always pressed so close together once you took off from the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you to keep you safe.

It was becoming too much to handle. At this point, you didn't even know if the adrenaline pumping through your veins was from being exposed to your biggest fear daily, or from getting to spend even more time with Hawks than you normally would. Be even closer to him than you normally would.

Alas, today you had no time to ruminate over your crush on your coworker/boss. Because...

"Today is the day!"

You were back on the roof of the tallest building in the city. Except this time, you had a lot more control over your feelings, to the point that you were able to stand on your own two feet on the edge of the roof without having a mental breakdown, albeit still holding onto Hawks.

The man next to you definitely seemed a lot more excited about the situation than you were. He looked at you with a beaming smile and you almost felt your knees go weak, before your muscles tensed. You were too high up to fall now.

"Yeah, I guess so..." you answered, adjusting the visor Hawks gave you to sit comfortably on the bridge of your nose.

His smile faltered for a second. "Do you want to stop?"

"Hell no, we didn't work so hard for this to stop now."

"I don't know, you seem unsure..."

His eyebrows knitted together in a concerned look. He suddenly felt very selfish in the way he had been handling your fear of heights and, most importantly, your curiosity towards flying. Part of him jumped for joy the moment that you told him you had a passion for flying, excited that he had the opportunity not only to get closer to you and spend more time with you, but also to share a part of himself with you without compromising his professional life or yours.

But now, another part of him wanted to slap the first one upside the head for getting ahead of himself.

Sensing his restlessness in the way his hand gripped yours a little tighter, you turned towards him fully, a determined look on your face.

"Hawks, you've helped me a lot these past few months. I'm not letting it go to waste. I've dreamt of this for too long to back out now just because I'm scared." You squeezed his hand back and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm a lot braver than I look, especially with you by my side."

Relieved, the corners of his mouth lifted back up into a smirk, his eyes narrowing and the arm snaked around you pulling you even closer to his body.

"Then you better hold on tight, dove."

You had no time to even comprehend the name he called you before his wings raised then dropped quickly, catching enough wind to push both of you off the edge of the building. You let out a small scream of surprise, your arms moving to lock tightly around his neck as his beating wings brought you higher into the sky.

Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to force yourself to open them for fear that the control you had over yourself would slip out of your fingers and undo months worth of progress. Your mind was racing, muscles tense and hands clenching so tight the skin on your knuckles started to hurt as your nails dug into your palm.

Before your thoughts could slip into panic, you felt Hawks slow down his ascend and press his cheek into the side of your head.

"It's alright, I got you. I won't let you fall."

You gulped down the worry that was blocking your throat, his reassurance and the grip he had on you finally enough to urge you to open your eyes. You didn't look around. Instead, you moved to focus on his face and the soft smile he sent your way when you looked at him. The way his eyes lit up with warmth almost seemed like he was proud of how brave you were in that moment.

"There you are," he cooed. You gave him a smile in return. "How're you feeling?"

"A little cold, to be honest," you answered.

"I'd give you my jacket but it's hard to maneuver it off while flying," he moved one hand carefully to pull you closer into him, burying you in his chest so he could drape the sides of his jacket over you as much as possible. You felt how he started moving again, a slow stride through the air to get you accustomed. "Do you wanna look down?"

You turned your head to the side and realised just how high up you were. A shaky breath fell through your lips as you looked around. Worried, Hawks watched your expressions carefully, searching for any sign of fear. But when your mouth curled into an excited grin at how close you were to the clouds, it boosted his confidence enough to start drifting through the air more comfortably, his wings spread out to their full span as he took in your awestruck expression. He couldn't help but feel his heart warm up at the sight, how adorable you looked enjoying something so fundamental for him. He was glad he could share a piece of himself with you that you welcomed with open arms despite your fear, happy to make your dream come true and to have you enter a space that was once just his own little bubble, his own escape, the place he went to when he needed to get away from everything and just exist. Up here, soaring through the sky, the world seemed so far away and insignificant. Here, there was no hero, no Hawks, no celebrity that gets recognised at every street corner, no crisis he had to deal with.

There was just him.

And now, the picture was complete with you.

Your smile was brighter than the sunrays diving through the clouds, your laughter sweet like honey, and he couldn't help but echo your giggles with his own. You made every shade of colour pop out and every sound the wind brought to him become melodious.

"We are flying!" you yelled out in child-like glee, and despite the strong hold you still had on him out of anxiety, your worries started to melt away and flow into the wind like tiny droplets of rain on a spring day. You heard Hawks laugh from next to your ear and it only fuelled your joy even more.

The feeling of freedom coursing through you was unlike any other. No amount of closing your eyes while sitting on a park bench when a breeze hits you just right, imagining what soaring through the sky would be like, could ever compare to the real thing.

Like a child in a candy store, you started pointing out what you found most interesting: the way a cloud looked like a giant dragon ascending from a mountain, the way some birds would pass by you or fly alongside you, the way you could make out your office building and how tiny the cars looked. Up here, away from the world, everything seemed magical.

After a while, your joy settled into silent wonder, opting to listen to the wind blow through Hawks' feathers while admiring the view of the city below you. Although still buzzing with excitement and unrest, the comfortable silence between you was calming, soothing your worries. Without realising, you leaned your head on his and sighed in content, his heart jumping in his chest at how close your face was to his.

Much too soon, the sun began to set and Hawks returned you to the spot atop the building where you left from. Once your feet touched the ground and Hawks let you go, your knees turned to jelly from the adrenaline now draining from your body and the hero hooked an arm around you to stop you from stumbling.

"Are you okay?" he asked in worry, but his concern was silenced when you dug your hands into his collar and pulled him in for a kiss, your lips pressing into his like it was both the first and the last time you'd ever have a chance to kiss him.

You pushed yourself off of him too soon for his liking, a look of surprise dawning on your face at your actions. You opened your mouth to speak, but any word of apology and excuse that begged to leave your chest died behind the lump rapidly forming in your throat.

His eyes were on you, focused on the way your lips parted, and before you could even begin to formulate an intelligible sentence, the arm that was still hooked around you pulled you flush against him, his free hand climbing up to rest on the side of your face as he leaned in for another kiss, this time slower, savouring every breath you'd take in and every movement of your lips against his. He let himself go, wings unfurling and moving to rest around you as he poured into your lungs every last drop of yearning he'd been bottling up since you became friends.

Friends. How he'd come to hate that word and adore it at the same time. It meant he could be close to you, hear you sprinkle little details about yourself and your mundane life in between sips of coffee on your break, see the way your stressed and tired expression lit up when he'd bring you a snack and try to sneak you away on an extra break, hear the way you laugh at one of his jokes and softly slap his shoulder in amusement.

But it was never enough to pacify the urge to get even closer, to burrow in your bones and your soul and hide there for the rest of his life. Instead, he settled for a limbo that was also his own personal haven when everything else got overwhelming.

But this time, you didn't pull away. Instead you melted into him, revelling in his warmth, the smell of the crisp wind still fresh on his clothes and the softness of his lips making you feel like your head was spinning and your body caught fire. After what felt like minutes, you both pulled away just enough to catch your breaths, noses and lips still touching. He smiled, soft eyes looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

He rubbed his nose softly against yours. "Guess I should take you flying more often, huh?"

You gave him an dazed smile and chuckled. "I'd love that. It was the coolest thing I've ever done." You leaned back to look at him fully, excitement once again evident on your face as you started ranting about everything you liked about what you just experienced. Hawks smiled and laughed alongside you. He loved seeing you this happy, and in that moment he made a promise to himself to do anything to keep that beautiful smile on your face.

After all, he promised he wouldn't let you fall.

He never promised he wouldn't fall for you instead.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha hawks #bnha keigo takami #this is really not my best work #but it's been gathering dust in my drafts for a while

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Sweet Serenity Bakery.

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling city, the Number 2 hero, Hawks, stumbles upon Sweet Serenity Bakery, a hidden gem emitting an irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. The bakery, a haven from the chaos, becomes Hawks' nightly retreat, and the enchanting baker, (Y/n), captures his attention.

The city lights had dimmed to a mere whisper as Hawks descended from his nightly patrol, fatigue weighing on his crimson wings. The wind, gentle and soothing, whispered through Hawks' golden locks with a caress that felt like a soft melody. Each strand danced in harmony with the breeze, creating a tranquil symphony of movement. The cool embrace of the air carried a serenity that seemed to untangle the knots of stress and fatigue, leaving behind a feeling of weightlessness. He closed his golden eyes, allowing the calming sensation to wash over him. It was as if nature itself had taken a moment to cradle him in its arms, offering a brief respite from the chaos of the world below.

The ambient city sounds faded away as Hawks followed the enchanting trail of a sweet symphony. The air carried the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods, a warm and comforting melody that lured him towards a hidden haven. As he turned the corner, the bustling noise of the city gave way to a tranquil quietude, and there it stood – a bakery, like a secret sanctuary waiting to be discovered. The aroma, a delicate blend of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and the rich scent of perfectly baked dough, hung in the air like a fragrant embrace. The tantalizing notes mingled with the cool breeze, creating an ethereal invitation that beckoned Hawks to step inside. The bakery's exterior, adorned with a vintage sign and the soft glow of warm lights, exuded a nostalgic charm, as if it held the promise of timeless indulgence within its walls. Unable to resist the magnetic allure, Hawks pushed open the door, and the tinkling of a small bell announced his arrival. The interior unfolded like a storybook scene – shelves adorned with baskets of pastries, the golden glow of a counter displaying a tempting array of treats, and the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Intrigued, Hawks took a step further, and the bakery welcomed him with a comforting ambiance. It was a retreat from the chaos outside, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the worries of the world were momentarily replaced by the promise of sweetness. The interplay of warm hues and the aroma of baked delights created an atmosphere that felt like a warm hug, wrapping around him and inviting him to savor the simple pleasures within.

A girl stood behind the counter, her face bathed in the soft glow of the warm, ambient lighting that adorned the bakery. The air was infused with the delectable fragrance of freshly baked goods, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Her apron, dusted with a hint of flour, bore the mark of a baker deeply immersed in her craft. Her warm smile was an invitation, a genuine welcome that resonated with the sweetness that filled the air. The gentle clinking of mixing bowls and the occasional hum of the coffee machine created a soothing melody, adding to the comforting ambiance. As she extended her warm greeting, her eyes sparkled with a passion for her creations, and her voice, like a melody, carried the essence of the bakery. "Welcome to 'Sweet Serenity Bakery.' What can I get for you?" The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, wrapping the scene in an aromatic embrace, inviting Hawks to indulge in the sweet serenity that awaited him.

As Hawks approached the counter, the scent of freshly baked goods became even more pronounced, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air hummed with the melody of soft tunes from the old radio, blending seamlessly with the tantalizing aroma that danced through the space. "Just a coffee, please. And whatever your favorite pastry is," Hawks requested, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that seemed to be drawn out by the bakery's ambiance. The girl's (e/c) eyes sparkled with appreciation as she prepared his order. The counter displayed an array of choices, each pastry a small masterpiece. The air was thick with anticipation as she carefully selected a pastry, presenting it with a genuine smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice echoing the warmth of the bakery. "One cup of our finest coffee and my personal favorite – the raspberry almond croissant. I hope you enjoy it." Hawks accepted the offerings with a nod of gratitude, and as he took a sip of the coffee, the rich flavor warmed him from the inside. The first bite of the pastry brought a symphony of textures – the flaky layers, the sweet raspberry filling, and the crunch of almond. Hawks turned his attention back to the baker behind the counter who seemed to embody the very spirit of the bakery. The genuine smile on her face hinted at a passion for her craft, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested a depth of warmth that went beyond the delectable pastries.

"You know," Hawks began, his golden eyes meeting hers, "I don't think I caught your name." Her smile widened, and she leaned casually against the counter. "It's (Y/n). And you're... Hawks, right? I've seen you around the city. The number 2 hero with the fiery red wings." Hawks chuckled, appreciating the way she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me. But right now, I'm just a guy enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee and the company of a charming girl." (Y/n) blushed, her playful demeanor shining through. "Flattery will not get you extra pastries, you know." Hawks continued to sip his coffee, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Well, (Y/n), I guess I'll just have to rely on the irresistible allure of your pastries then. They seem to have a way of sweetening the deal." (Y/n) laughed, the sound like a delightful melody in the cozy space of the bakery. "You're quite the smooth talker, Hawks. But pastries are limited, so don't get your hopes too high." He leaned against the counter, the air between them charged with a playful energy. "No worries. I'm not here for the pastries alone, you know. It's the whole package – the warmth of this place, the aroma that wraps around you like a hug, and, of course, the captivating company." (Y/n)'s blush deepened, and she retorts "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, Mr. Number 2 Hero." He chuckled, appreciating the banter. "Well, (Y/n), it's not every day that I stumble upon a bakery that feels like a hidden treasure in the city. And it's certainly not every day that I meet a charming baker who knows how to make even the simplest cup of coffee feel like magic."

As days turned into weeks, Sweet Serenity Bakery became more than just a place for Hawks; it became a refuge, a sanctuary that beckoned him with an irresistible charm. The bakery's warmth and the sweet notes of laughter echoing within its walls drew him in like a moth to a flame. Night after night, Hawks found himself gravitating to the doorstep of the bakery after his patrols. The scent of fresh pastries and the inviting glow of warm lights greeted him, a beacon of comfort in the quiet corner of the city. Each visit brought with it the promise of shared moments with (Y/n), who had become a fixture in his routine. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere shifted with each arrival of the hero. (Y/n) would look up from her work, a welcoming smile curving her lips. "Hey Hawks, the usual?" she would ask, already knowing the answer, as if the bakery itself had memorized his preferences.

The counter, once a place for casual exchanges, now held an undercurrent of familiarity. The air crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within him. The bakery, now became a stage where the subtle undercurrents of possessiveness played out. Hawks, couldn't help it as he stood at the counter, golden eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she prepared his order. The aroma of coffee and pastries seemed to swirl around him, but his focus was singular – (Y/n), the captivating baker who had unintentionally become the center of his nightly routine.

As other patrons entered the bakery, Hawks couldn't shake the surge of protectiveness that welled within him. His gaze lingered longer than usual on those who approached (Y/n), and an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, guarded by the wings that were once symbols of heroism but now became shields of possessiveness. (Y/n), unaware of the internal struggle unfolding before her, greeted each customer with the same warmth that had initially drawn Hawks in. However, as the bakery buzzed with activity, the jealous ember within him flared brighter. Hawks found himself standing a little too close, intercepting conversations with a subtle territorial edge, his actions fueled by a longing to keep (Y/n) exclusively within the sphere of his attention.

"You're becoming a regular here, Hawks. What's the secret behind your sweet tooth?" she looked up from her task, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Hawks, caught off guard, couldn't help the accelerated beat of his heart. The playful banter masked the possessiveness that had taken root, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. "Well, (Y/n)," he began playfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I suppose the secret is the irresistible charm of the bakery and its owner." he says with a smirk adoring his lips. (Y/n) chuckled, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. "Smooth talker as always, Hawks. But there's more to it, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes." Hawks felt a mix of vulnerability and desire as he locked eyes with (Y/n). The bustling bakery seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment of charged silence. The warmth of the bakery, the sweet aroma, and the playful banter were overshadowed by the unspoken tension that crackled between them.

Hawks, however, held her gaze with unwavering sincerity. The usual twinkle in his golden eyes now reflected a mix of desire and possessiveness, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The tantalizing aroma of pastries and the soft hum of the bakery became a mere backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. "It's not just the sweets, (Y/n)," Hawks admitted, his voice a low murmur, "It's you. I can't get enough of you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that shifted the dynamics of their interactions. (Y/n)'s surprise lingered, her playful demeanor replaced by a subtle vulnerability. The air between them thickened with the unspoken truth, each passing moment carrying the weight of an uncharted path. Hawks, unable to restrain the possessiveness that had taken root within him, continued, "I want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of others having a taste of what should only be mine." The possessive edge in his words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Hawks had laid bare the desire to claim (Y/n), not just as a friend or a fleeting connection but as something more, something exclusive. The revelation hovered in the space between them, a palpable tension that awaited (Y/n)'s response.

As he awaited her response, the seconds felt like an eternity, and the symphony of the bakery's sounds became a distant hum. The golden glow of the lights overhead cast a warm hue on Hawks, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with vulnerability. The beat of his heart, once steady, quickened with every passing moment. The mixture of desire, possessiveness, and the uncertainty of (Y/n)'s reaction created a storm in Hawks' mind. The air, thick with the heady scent of baked goods and the promise of something more, seemed to press in on him, amplifying the racing rhythm of his heart. Each passing second heightened the intensity of the moment, and Hawks, for all his heroic exploits, found himself standing at the precipice of something new and uncharted. The subtle tension in the air mirrored the tempest within him, leaving him acutely aware of the fragility of the connection he had just exposed.

A sly grin danced on (Y/n)'s lips, the playful banter now shifting into a more intimate territory. The air, thick with the aroma of pastries and the unspoken tension between them, seemed to crackle with anticipation. Closing the gap between them, she leaned in towards Hawks, her voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I get off work at 9," she said, her words carrying a flirtatious undertone that hung in the air like a secret shared between them. The proximity between their bodies created an intimacy that transcended the bustling bakery around them, making the moment feel like a stolen secret in the midst of a crowd.

As she leaned in, Hawks, overcome by the intoxicating blend of emotions, mirrored her movements. Closing the remaining distance, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke volumes. The warm glow of the bakery lights framed the scene, turning the space between them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a fusion of warmth and sweetness that transcended the flavors of the pastries surrounding them. The world outside ceased to exist as the bakery, with its aroma of baked goods and the hum of daily life, became a backdrop to this intimate exchange.

"See you at 9," Hawks whispered, his words a tender promise that carried the weight of unspoken emotions. With a fleeting glance, he headed towards the door, leaving (Y/n) standing there, her (e/c) eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization. As the door closed behind him, the ambient sounds of the bakery seemed to return in full force, but for (Y/n), time stood still. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, she touched her lips, a gentle smile playing on her face as the warmth of the shared kiss lingered.

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks mha #keigo takami #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #bnha keigo #bnha keigo takami #mha keigo #oneshot #mha hawks x fem!reader

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020- 5:24PM // SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13TH, 2020 - 2:38AM // next | tw: alcohol, horny bird pt. 2

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13TH, 2020 - 2:38AM

“Cheater!” Kei exclaims, scattering several UNO cards across the floor, “You’re -hic- cheating.”

He pouts dramatically, throwing himself against the living room carpet. This childish display has you cackling. Perhaps he’s a bit too drunk, but it doesn’t matter because so are you.

“Can we play a different game, please?” he pleads, slurring.

“It’s not my fault that I’m a god, Kei!”

“If I wasn’t drunk, you’d be a goner.”

“You said five minutes ago that you aren’t even drunk!”

“I’m not!”

“Liar!”

“Different game!” he bellows, still throwing a tantrum.

You reach over and flick the back of his head. Even though you’re hammered, you still manage to land it squarely in the center. His head flies off the floor to face you, honey eyes narrowed.

“You’re dead, (Y/L/N).”

One of his feathers darts toward you, aiming directly for your exposed ribs. You know this game far too well, and while you could easily avoid his attack, you secretly enjoy this kind of attention. In a way, it’s like he’s touching you. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You leap to your feet and begin sprinting in the direction of your bedroom, but the feather is simply too fast. Before you can even make it through the door, it’s teasing the sensitive area, causing you to convulse with defeat. You, unfortunately, are being tickled within an inch of your life.

“K-Kei!” you shout, breathless and laughing, “Stop it!”

“No, you flicked me!”

You crash into the wall and slide to the floor, feather never leaving your side.

“I’m gonna pee!”

“You shoulda thought of that before you flicked me, then!”

“I -- fuck -- I’m sorry!”

“What? Can’t hear you. Speak up!”

“I’M SORRY!”

“That’s what I thought,” he says, a fake threatening tone to his voice.

With that, the feather zips back into the fold of his wings, bumping into a lamp on the way. You stay slumped against the wall, attempting to catch your breath. Meanwhile, Kei has raised himself to a relaxed sitting position on the living room floor.

“Now, a different game, please,” he smiles.

“Fine, crybaby.”

“Watch it, or I’ll tickle you again!”

“Nooo!” you whine, returning to your spot on the living room carpet with a graceless thump.

“I have an idea!” Kei gasps.

“Shoot.”

“How about, um, Truth or Dare, but, like, with alcohol! Like you take a shot if you don’t wanna do your truth… or your dare… or whatever.”

“I didn’t realize we were sixteen years old.”

He calls a feather to hover dangerously close to your ribcage once again.

“Jesus, alright! Just put that shit away.”

He smirks with satisfaction as the torture device returns to its crimson plume.

“I’ll go first!”

“Hold on, let me get the vodka,” you grumble, hoisting yourself up.

As you hobble to the kitchen, Kei begins the game anyway.

“Truth or dare?”

“Let’s do truth,” you decide after a moment, returning with the bottle of vodka.

“You’re no fun,” he pouts, considering his options, “Hmm…. oh! Okay, so, you’ve got good aim.”

“Yeah. Truth or dare?”

“I WASN’T DONE YET!”

“I’m teasing, Kei! Someone’s touchy.”

“Leave me alone,” he growls, “I wanted to know what your quirk really is. Because I don’t think that’s all.”

“Yeah, that’s not all. All of my senses -- you know, sight, hearing, whatever -- are better than a normal person’s. Not all of them are the same amount of better though! My sight is the best, and then touch, then -hic- hearing, smell, and taste. It kinda sucked at first, but I worked really hard to make it worth something, ya know? I even got an ultimate move out of it!”

Kei’s mouth is hanging open in real, but overexaggerated shock.

“Really? Show me!”

“It’s not really something I can show you…”

“Oh. Well, can you, like, tell me about it then?”

At this, Kei scooches closer towards you, eyes widening even further.

“I just, um, focus more, and it makes my senses almost perfect. Like they’re great on their own, but with more focus it gets to the point where, like, I can tell what people are gonna do before they’re finished doing it. It’s like -- ‘oh, I can hear their pinky toe moving in their shoe, they’re probably gonna take a step’. It gives me a migraine when I’m done though.”

Kei nods and begins the long, arduous process of standing up.

“Okay, so I’m gonna get up and then I’m gonna do something totally unexpected. You gotta say what I’m gonna do.”

“I just told you it makes my head hurt, birdbrain!”

“But I wanna seeeeee!”

“You can see it later! I don’t think I can do it right now, anyway. I’m drunk.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest.

You learned from your last time drinking together that when Kei drinks, he often wants to play some sort of game. And when he’s drunk and playing a game, one of two things can happen. One, he gets extremely competitive. This is what happened last time, when he flipped your game of LIFE off of your coffee table. Or, two, he becomes a big, mopey baby, which is what’s happening right now. You know it’s all in jest, and while it’s slightly annoying, it’s mostly endearing. You can’t wait to remind him about this tomorrow. If you’re even able to remember, that is.

“Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna pick dare, because I’m not a loser,” he mocks.

“Oh, now I’m gonna pick something terrible.”

You scan the room, drunkenly scrambling to find something hellish for him to do as revenge. You just did a deep clean of the whole apartment, so there’s nothing really gross around here that you can think of. You’re fresh out of mushrooms, otherwise you’d make him eat one. You know he would have hated that. You could make him wear one of your bras on his head, but that would require him to see it. Too embarrassing for you. Suddenly, a lightbulb pops in your head.

“Let me touch your wings.”

There are two reasons for this diabolical idea. Kei talks all the time about how he loathes when fans touch his feathers without his consent. But also, selfishly, you just really want to know what they feel like. You’ve felt individual feathers before, and they’re incredibly soft. Feeling multiple all at once sounds heavenly.

“No. Absolutely not!”

“Now you’re no fun!”

“They’re sensitive!”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“No, that’s wooorse!”

“How the fuck is that worse?”

In addition to the flush of Kei’s intoxicated cheeks, a new pinkess spreads across them.

“Either let me touch your wings for a few seconds or take a shot,” you urge him.

He locks hazy eyes with you, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Simultaneously, the gears are turning in your own. You can’t really gather how it would be worse for you to be gentle with them. Holding back on the pressure couldn’t possibly hurt him. In fact, that seems like it would be more pleasurable for him.

Your brain stops in its tracks.

Pleasurable.

Before you can stop yourself, you share your revelation.

“You don’t want me to touch them because you’ll like it too much!”

“No, I--”

“Don’t lie, Kei!”

“I don’t--”

“No, you do know!”

“FINE, TOUCH THEM!” he concedes, throwing his arms in the air.

You grin widely, feeling victorious, as he turns to the side. You use this opportunity to scooch closer to him, preparing to caress the plumes.

You could go about this one of two ways, you figure. You could make this as easy as possible for him. A quick stroke across a small section. Or, you could make this extremely difficult for him, running your fingers between the expanse of the whole wing. Something about the intimacy of the interaction, the inhibiting effect of the alcohol, and your burning desire to touch his wings, to touch him, make you pick the latter.

You wiggle beside his extended leg, facing the wing directly. Before you touch him, something possesses you to lean towards him and whisper in his ear.

“Remember, this game was your idea.”

All in the same motion, you draw your head back and carefully dive your fingers into his wings. As you run them along the surface, you suck in a breath. You expected them to be soft, but you’re taken aback. It has exceeded your expectations by a lot. Your fingertips tingle at the way each feather teases them. The fine barbs feel smooth underneath your touch. A strange sensation zips its way up your arm like it’s a live wire. You move at a sloth’s pace, wanting to savor this feeling for as long as possible, mesmerized. You’re only halfway across when Kei’s hand closes around your wrist, forcefully yanking it away.

His previously hazy eyes are now dark, met firmly with the wall directly across from him. His breathing is labored, shoulders heaving with each inhale and exhale. The previously pink flush in his cheeks is now beet red. Warmth spreads in your midsection, intoxicated by both the restraint he has you in and the downright primal look on his face.

“That’s enough,” he asserts, sternly.

You flounder, looking deep within you for some sort of snarky reply. There’s nothing left in your head; it seems that this interaction has wiped them all away. You feel redness creep up your neck and into your face. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You’re sure that Kei can hear it loud and clear. You swallow hard, and attempt to find your voice.

“Come on, that was nothing,” you offer, weakly.

Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips. They’re parted slightly to allow for his panting breaths. The image of him closing the distance between you, crashing them against yours, flashes across your brain. Working against them in expert fashion. Just like you’ve wanted for so long. You can practically feel the pressure of them, sucking on your bottom lip and lightly nipping. To satiate the need you suddenly feel, you take your bottom lip between your teeth, returning your gaze to the predator before you.

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Keigo’s palm burns around your wrist. It’s taking everything in him to refrain from pinning you down on the floor and reenacting the images flashing in his head. Your heartbeat is drumlike, rapid, and even more inebriating than the copious amounts of liquor he’s had tonight. Your erratic breaths cause your chest to brush lightly against his forearm, the additional contact driving him further into insanity. After years of training, he knows that this is the ultimate test of his will. He’s losing.

A part of him consistently suggests that loving you isn’t a venture that’s destined to fail. The rest of him usually overshadows that, spouting endless excuses for his actions. Well, rather, inaction. Right now, he’s forgotten every reason he’d previously given himself. No matter how badly he wants to, how desperately he needs to, he can’t bring himself to look at you. If your expression is anywhere near what he’s imagining it to be, he won’t be able to stop himself. In his soul, he knows that if he acts right now, he will be completely unable to show anything resembling mercy. The already looming threat of going completely feral will swallow him whole, and he will fuck you into oblivion.

It’s appealing, the thought of releasing hold on his inhibitions. The only thing stopping him now is the thing that stops him from doing a lot of things these days.

He must, above anything and everything else, keep people safe. And you just happen to be at the very top of the list of people in the world.

This is as instinctual as breathing for him. A knee jerk reaction to outside stimuli. His outside might be extremely stimulated right now, but the core of his very existence will not allow this to continue. Not like this. If he’s ever presented with the opportunity to sleep with you, it has to be centered around you. It has to be considerate. It has to be gentle. The current state of things doesn’t equate to that at all. Of course he cares about you, about your safety. He also cares about being a decent human being, a decent pro-hero, even in the face of quickly reducing into an animal.

Finally, in the raging battle of Keigo versus avian instinct, Keigo emerges victorious.

In one swift motion, he releases his grip on your wrist and raises himself off the ground. Semi-rational thought slowly starts to flow back into his head. He knows that whatever the hell all that was effectively ruined the banter for the night. The way he reacted to your touch scared himself, and he can’t even begin to imagine how terrified you must feel. Moments like these reacquainted him with the fact that his quirk, combined with all of the meddling the Commission did to him, essentially made him a monster. He goes to great lengths to hide that from the rest of the world, but now he’s revealed the most ugly part of himself to the only person in the entire place that matters. You, his entire life, now know that even the most human of hawks are predators, too.

He stumbles to your balcony. In his altered mind, he believes that leaving would be the ultimate courtesy to you right now. It doesn’t matter that he’s plastered. It doesn’t matter that you’re already following him, begging him to stay. No one, especially you, deserves to spend another moment with such an unholy creature as Keigo Takami.

Without so much as a backward glance, he surges off of the balcony and into the night sky. His aim is to fly across the city, across the country, across the world. But, his double vision doesn’t grant him much aid in the darkness. Before he can make it even fifty feet from your apartment building, he clips the one across from you with his massive wing. In any normal circumstance, he would be able to recover from this without much issue. But he’s shitfaced. So, instead, he careens into the street below at remarkable speeds. With a yelp, he lands on the gravel and slides, scraping his entire left side. For a moment, his deafening, panic induced thoughts are quiet. It happens to be just long enough to hear you from your apartment four stories above.

“KEI!”

A pro-hero such as him should be able to take an injury like this like it’s nothing. In fact, he’s done it countless times before. Something about the drunkenness and the complete descent into self-loathing keeps him glued to the pavement. He knows you’re coming. He knows he’s going to have to face you. He knows that you’re probably worried out of your goddamn mind. He knows it’s all his fault.

For the first time in recent memory, Keigo feels entirely lost. Though he’s tried so hard, he knows now that you’ve found him out. In his perfect world, he hoped that you took his lack of affection and general emotional standoffishness as a sort of defense mechanism. In essence, that’s what it was, but he never wanted you to find out any of the myriad of things he was defending himself from -- defending you from. Now, there’s no way in hell you could view it as anything else. He wants you. Badly. And now, you know.

He hoists himself up into a sitting position with difficulty, both hands finding their way to his hair. The panic is starting to give way to crushing defeat. He’s already running through ideas on how to cope with the loss of your presence in his life. After the imminent rejection he’s about to face, he’ll have to cut off contact with you for his own sanity, at least for a little while. Maybe he can contact Kana and see if there’s any way she can assign another pro-hero to your case. Just as he’s running through candidates to recommend, he hears your sandals crunching against the gravel.

“Hey!” you call out.

Keigo inhales deeply and raises his head.

“Oh, thank fuck,” you breathe as you approach him.

You stumble slightly as you finally reach him, hands reaching out. You crouch beside him and begin to inspect his form, picking pieces of the ground off of it.

“(Y/N)...” Keigo sighs.

You shift your focus from cleaning him up to his face. As soon as you see the look of despair on it, your own face drops.

“What? Kei, what’s wrong?”

Is it possible that you aren’t as thrown off by this interaction as he is? Did this even phase you at all?

“Um.. you were there five minutes ago too, right? You witnessed the shit that I just pulled?” he asks, softly.

“Yeah, you jumped out of a fucking window! Of course I witnessed that, you idiot!”

Of course you didn’t care about the fact that he almost acted on his innermost desires in the most animalistic way possible. As always, you just wanted him to be okay. He should have suspected as much.

But, after tonight, he’s not sure if he’s physically able to keep the act up much longer.

“I meant before that.”

Redness creeps across your cheeks as you nod in recognition.

“Yeah, uh, I did witness that,” you whisper.

“And,” Keigo gulps, “did that… uh… scare you? At all?”

You laugh nervously. A flighty and musical sound. Keigo’s heart drums faster.

“No. I wasn’t scared. I was…” you trail off.

You suddenly groan and throw your hands over your face.

“God, Kei, don’t make me say this,” you cry.

His mind races. What could possibly be worse than making you scared by that? He can’t immediately think of anything, but whatever it is must be awful. He definitely won’t be seeing you ever again after this, but he needs to know. He has to prevent this from happening ever again. Not that it ever will, because he doubts that he’ll ever let his guard down like this from now on.

“You’re gonna have to. I’m not following,” he mutters.

You whine, and retract your hands. Your eyes are glued to his chest, as if that’s as close as you can get them to his eyes at the moment.

“I -- it kind of… turned me on.”

Keigo feels as if someone dumped a gallon of cold water over his head. In fact, if someone managed to do that right now, he would probably be less shocked. He can feel his mouth drying out from the amount of time he’s spent with it hanging open.

“See! I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” you groan, shifting to raise yourself up.

Without thinking, he wraps his hand around your wrist again, pulling you towards him. You fall to your knees, face inches away from his own. He searches you one final time for any sign of regret, but all he finds is a desperate, pleading expression. He somehow finds it in him to speak.

“Can I?”

You nod softly and he does what he’s been wanting to do for months.

The first thing he notices when his lips finally meet yours is the taste of strawberry vodka. The second thing, hitting him immediately after, is an explosion in his chest. It’s a million sensations at once -- flowers blooming, fireworks popping, the sun rising. Keigo has done a lot of things in his short life, but not one of them has even come close to the pleasure of kissing you.

What was a tentative, slow pace quickly evolves into something needy, something frantic. His hands shift from the soft grip around your wrist to tangle themselves in your hair, pushing you closer to him. Even though you’re practically on top of him now, you’re not close enough, and he doesn’t think you ever will be. His tongue swipes against your lips, begging for entrance. You happily oblige, and he delves deep into you. As your teeth crash together, Keigo begins struggling for breath. He doesn’t want it, maybe he doesn’t even need it. Now, he feels as though you’re the only thing he needs to survive. Just as he accepts that as fact, you break away to rest your forehead on his. You’re panting, giggling softly between breaths. As he collects his thoughts, his mouth moves before any of the rest of him can.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers.

“You should have done it sooner,” you retort, still out of breath.

He’s beginning to regain control of his body now, so he pulls away from you just far enough to plant a soft kiss against your nose. Even though he would love to continue to feel the most unique and gratifying thing he’s ever felt, he recognizes that now is not the time nor the place. But, if he has anything to say about it, there will be plenty more opportunities, scattered across the rest of time. He pauses as that thought, at how a simple kiss has fixed the position he’d been saving for you since the moment he laid eyes on you. You, his first friend, his last love. He finds your hand and squeezes it.

“It’s getting pretty late. You should probably get to bed,” he suggests.

“You could stay with me, if you wanted. I wouldn’t want you to get arrested for drunk flying,” you chuckle.

The smile that sprouts on Keigo’s face is strong enough to break his cheekbones. It’s a miracle that they stay intact.

“You’re absolutely right. Always looking out for me, aren’t you?”

He lifts himself up and pulls you with him. As the two of you walk back to your apartment, your pinky fingers are linked together. It’s a small, almost lazy connection, but neither of you seem to be able to entertain the thought of letting go.

(a/n): fuckin finally amirite

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4.06𝒌

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 → 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍!𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐, 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕/𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 *𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝* 𝐢'𝐦... 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?? 🌈 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

The gentle nudge to your shin from underneath the table brings a soft smile to your lips as you sip your coffee. Hawks raises a full eyebrow at you from where he's seated across the table, a minute yet playful expression crossing his features.

You give him a gentle nudge back, shaking your head in attempt to hide your growing smile.

"Playing footsie?"

He leans back in his chair, shrugging nonchalantly he munches away on his pastry, his gaze never breaking from its hold on you. The sun is beginning to reach its peak in the afternoon sky, casting a bright golden glow through the windows of the small, quaint cafe you chose for lunch - its rays casting a warm glow on his features. His irises have an amber radiance to them, the avian features around his eyes complimenting them as they stand out against his skin - his cheeks slightly tanned from all the time spent in flight beneath the warm afternoon sun.

"Adding a little spice to our relationship," he winks, and you can't help but to roll your eyes at his childishness.

"I never would have thought such a high ranking hero could be so.."

"So?" Hawks questions; curious, urging you to finish your thoughts.

"Could be so puerile."

He barks out a laugh, grinning as if it was the funniest thing he's heard all day.

"Puerile, huh? That's quite a use of your words, there, dove."

"You're a menace," you roll your eyes again and sip at your drink, but he can see through your annoyed façade. Instead of retaliating with that spit-fire tongue of his, he reaches forward, prying one of your hands from your drink. You frown in slight disdain at having to act fast to tighten your remaining grip on your cup, but it melts away when he presses an innocent kiss to your fingers.

"A sap, too," you remark, but it's soft this time, as if you said the words quiet enough so only he could hear.

"Yours," he retorts. He says it whole-heartedly, his expression warm and longing, and you know deep down that your heart belongs to him, too.

You pull your hand away and break eye contact, flustered at the intimacy of the conversation and his actions. You decide to change the subject to save yourself from an elevated heart rate and heated cheeks.

"So, bird-brain, you're off today. You even turned your notifications off on your work phone," you muse, looking back at him with interest, "what do you have planned?"

Hawks leans forward, bracing an elbow on the table and resting his cheek in his palm while he looks at you. He smiles slowly, like a love-struck idiot, and you realize nothing is going to save you from his adorable antics.

"Well, I was thinking -"

His sentence gets cut off by the cafe's door slamming open, a tall man dressed in all black making his appearance known. Your skin bristles at the mask that rests over his face - white and made of plastic, with slitted eyes and a sinister smile. He raises a gun and you find yourself grasping for Hawks across the table, your heart thumping in your chest.

Your table is tucked into the back corner of the cafe, more than likely out of the man's line of sight, but that doesn't ease you one bit. Hawks is already turned around, feathers standing on end as he takes in the situation, before turning back to you briskly. He gives you a look, as if to say: stay put, don't make a sound.

He has no time to act before the man grabs a young woman by her arm and yanks her from her seat, holding her to his chest firmly with his gun pointed to her head.

"Nobody make a fuckin' noise. Not a single peep, you hear? All I want is the money. Anyone tries to start shit and this pretty little lady loses her head, got it?"

The quiet chatter of the cafe has fallen completely silent, it's patrons in too much of a shock to utter a peep. The cashier stands there nervously for a moment, and this seems to irritate the man further, as he presses the barrel of the gun firmly to his hostages temple. She screams and begins sobbing, nearly buckling in his hold.

"Now!" The man yells, and just then two more masked men come in, one with a gun and one with a duffel bag.

The second one with the gun, dressed the same but slightly shorter - with more muscle and bulk, turns and catches your table in his eyesight. He immediately raises his gun at the sight of Hawks. This alerts the other two and you can tell the situation is about to get very ugly, very fast.

Hawks can't act because of the hostage. Granted he can disband his feathers quickly to disarm the men, but any sudden movement is too risky for everyone involved at this point.

"We don't want any problems," he says, calm, bringing both hands up in attempt to deescalate the situation. The second man with the gun ignores him and makes his way closer, his gun still trained on Hawks and ready to shoot at any given moment.

"Shut up," he spits, but Hawks isn't paying attention to him anymore, either; his focus primarily on the hostage.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, asshole," the shorter man presses, and something in you snaps.

"Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?" You spit back, seething with annoyance.

The villain trains his gun on you now, and at the same time Hawks turns his head to stare at you, expression caught between worry and anger from you disobeying him.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" The man asks in disbelief, shaking his gun at you.

"If you lay a single fucking hand on her-"

"No, seriously. Are you actually fucking kidding me?" You press, looking up at the villain from where you sit. "The fucking audacity, you low-lives. You think you can come in here with a couple of guns, put some poor woman - who probably has a family waiting for her at home, in the middle of all this, and disrespect my boyfriend on top of that, for a few wads of petty cash?"

"Oi!" The taller man calls, and you stand up abruptly, your chair scraping against the tile floor as it's shoved backward.

"No, you shut up. I'm not done. This is un-fucking-real. Your mothers would be ashamed. You're pathetic," you reprimand. And though you can't see their facial expressions, you're sure they're all looking at you like you're bat-shit crazy.

Hawks takes their stunned silence as an advantage and shoots a few feathers forward, disarming the taller man and pinning him to the wall. His hostage falls to her knees, gasping for breath, and once the shorter man catches on, he turns his gun on Hawks.

You knock the man's arm upward and a shot goes off, into the ceiling. He whips his free hand around and grabs you by the throat, and all you feel is searing, white heat against your skin before Hawks is on him, disarming him and pinning him to the floor.

You choke through the lingering pain in your throat and stumble, catching yourself on the table you once sat at, dizzied with pain and adrenaline. Through your blurred vision you see the third man, the one with the duffel, panic and run for the door. He doesn't make it far before he's assaulted by a flurry of red feathers, pinned to the ground with the rest of his accomplices.

Hawks turns his head to look at you, and the last thing you register is the look of fury on his face, before you hit the floor and pass out.

You wake some time in the late afternoon, your body caught in a haze of exhaustion and heavy fog. You blink a few times to clear the sleep from your vision, and bring a hand up to rub at your eyes tiredly. It's then that you realize you aren't at home, but are instead swaddled in a heap of blankets on a very large, plush bed, in a massive penthouse apartment that overlooks the city.

Who the hell..?

Just as you muster the energy to sit upward, you catch a mass of red feathers and a head full of blonde hair coming up the set of stairs that lead to the bedroom you're occupying. Though you wouldn't necessarily call it a bedroom, just a high platform that looks over the living room of the apartment.

Hawks is carrying a wooden dinner tray, with what looks like a tall glass of water, a bowl, and a few utensils. When he reaches the top of the stairs he stops abruptly, looking at you.

"You're awake," he sounds unsure; besides himself.

"I.. yeah," the words leave your lips sounding raw and scratchy. You can't help but to bring a hand up to your throat and rub at the discomfort. To your suprise you feel that your skin is rought and raised just slightly around the width of your neck, especially over your larynx - sensitive to touch.

Hawks winces.

"The guy with the gun.. the one who was about to send me to an early grave," he laughs softly, but there's no humor in it. It's cold and constrained - a sound you aren't used to, coming from him. He takes a seat on the bed next to you and sets the tray down between you both, staring into what you can now tell is a bowl of miso soup. "He was the only one that happened to have a quirk, it turns out. A lot like the Todoroki's, actually."

You can't help but to stare at him. He looks pensive - eyes focused on the view of the city beneath his apartment, lost between the evening traffic and whatever thoughts are rattling throughout his mind.

"Fire?" You ask hesitantly.

"Fire," he confirms. Whatever daze he's in releases its hold on him and he turns to look at you. He frowns, though, when he sees the paled scar tissue around your throat, and reaches down to grab the pill and the glass of water from the dinner tray.

"Here. It's Ibuprofen, nothing strong. Just enough to help with the discomfort."

You accept them both graciously, chugging nearly half the glass of water before remembering the pill. It goes down uncomfortably, almost adding to the scratch in your throat, but after a few more sips of water you're feeling much better than you were five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry," you mutter, setting the glass down on the tray.

"Don't apologize," Hawks voice has a sharp edge to it. He doesn't seem angry, but hurt; distressed, even.

"I antagonized him when I shouldn't have," you persist. You don't like the fact that you're the reason he looks like that. Distant and closed-off.

"You did," he agrees, but it isn't harsh. Just a fact. He reaches a hand toward you and you feel his fingers gently gliding over the scar tissue in your neck. He furrows his brow. "But ultimately, I wasn't fast enough. I hesitated. When it comes to you, I never should. And he put his hands on you, because of that."

"Hawks.."

"What good am I if I can't protect you, hm?" He asks suddenly, and his eyes are boring holes into you; deep, amber irises full of enough heat to put the sun to shame.

"But you did, didn't you?" You raise a hand to his cheek but he pulls away, as if he'd been burned, instead.

"He shouldn't have even been able to lay a hand on you in the first place," the words fall from his lips in a hiss - spiteful, angry.

You reach for him again, with both hands this time, and thankfully he lets you. The second your hands come to caress his cheeks he breathes out, slow, his eyes falling closed as if to steady his thoughts.

"Then erase the fact that he ever did."

You run a gentle hand through the soft, golden locks of his hair, and just as he begins to open his eyes, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. It's brief, and when you pull away he sits there, dumbfounded, staring at you like he's trying to find the answers to every question in the universe.

You take advantage of his stupor and move the forgotten dinner tray to the bedside table, the miso soup long forgotten by now.

And when you return your attention back to him? He's on you, pressing you down into the blankets and pillows, looming over you like a man that's found the greatest treasure that the world could harbor.

"No one," Hawks whispers, positioning himself on his knees between your thighs and bringing deft fingers to trail up your chest. He stops when he comes to the scar, and his eyes soften in the slightest, before his gaze turns dark. "No one is ever going to lay a finger on you, again. Not as long a I'm around."

Your heart flutters in your chest, a rapid staccato that you can't control. You've had your fair share of heated make-out sessions with Hawks; have even gotten each other off by merely grinding against each other. But you have yet to actually have sex, and the thought of it sets your skin ablaze and turns your brain to mush.

"Claim me, then," it's a request; a plea that falls from your lips. "Make me yours, Keigo."

He bristles at the use of his given name, his massive wings flaring out to their full span and nearly knocking the soup off of the bedside table.

"The things you do to me.." He sighs. He tangles his fingers in the hem of your shirt and tugs upwards. You accommodate him so he can tug it off, and without a second thought he tosses it over his shoulder. It flies over the railing of the platform, landing somewhere in the livingroom below.

Your chest is bare before him, as you'd opted out of a bra for the day, and you immediately feel your cheeks flush. He notices your embarrassment and evens the playing field, disbanding his feathers slightly to pull his grey henley over his head, tossing it in the same direction as your shirt - over the railing.

Keigo leans in, then, pressing into you, and the warmth of his chest against yours makes it hard to breath. He presses his face into your neck, nuzzling into your skin as if he's trying to crawl under it, and you bring your arms up to rest on his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair.

The roll of his hips against yours has you gasping for air.

"Kei.."

"Shh, baby. M'Gonna take care of you," he whispers against your skin; nips at the sensitive scar on your neck. "Gonna make it up to you - make you mine, so no one lays a finger on you."

You hum into his hair - pleased with his promises, and bring your legs to wrap around his waist, holding him in place while you arch into his touch. The feel of his hands moving to grip tightly at your hips causes a dull buzz to travel beneath your skin, down to your core, where want and need make themselves desperately known. He continues to lave at the same spot on your neck, just over the pulse of your carotid artery, before sinking his teeth in and sucking.

You gasp, breath nearly caught in your throat, and you can't help the sudden thrust of your hips. Though the bite isn't deep enough to draw blood, you're sure it's going to leave a mark.

The mere thought of it makes your eyes roll back, a broken moan escaping your lips.

"That's it, that's my girl," Keigo praises. He starts a trail of kisses down your body, through the valley between your breasts and over the dip of your navel, before coming to a stop at the waistband of your leggings. He peers up at you, cheeks slightly flushed and pupils dialated, his fingers tugging at the elastic band of your pants while your hands keep purchase in his hair.

The way he removes your leggings and panties is almost teasing; agonizingly slow as he shifts his gaze down, studying your pliant body beneath him. He takes his time, as an archeologist would while uncovering the rarest, most precious secrets of the universe - the heat beneath his stare lighting something deep inside of you.

He lazily drops the clothing articles to the floor beside the bed and resumes his position - lying snug between your thighs, taking it upon himself to toss your legs over his shoulders. He brings his hands to rest over the tops of your thighs and squeezes, thumbs massaging into your skin soothingly.

You swallow thickly under his intense stare, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding in your chest; and when he leans in to lick a long, slow stripe through your folds, you can't help but toss your head back and arch into his touch.

"Fuck," you've barely even touched each other and his voice is wrecked; debauched with the want and need to taste you; to be inside of you.

His eyes flutter closed and he delves in again, a low groan falling from his lips as he laps up your juices. He tightens the grip he has on your thighs; flattens his tongue as he drags it slowly through your heat, before swirling it around your swollen clit and sucking.

Your head is spinning, brain turned to mush by the sole fact that Keigo eats pussy like he's been handed the nectar of life - savoring your taste on his tongue as he dives in deeper.

He can't help himself, your sweet moans and cries spurring him on; the way your body tries to fold into his, seeking out his touch and begging for more.

He releases his right hand from your thigh and you find yourself missing its warmth, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of his middle and ring finger sliding inside of you, rubbing against your sensitive walls.

You cry out again, fingers tightening in his hair while tears brim your eyes, the overwhelming pleasure almost too much for you to handle.

He continues to suck on your clit and crooks his fingers once, twice, and on the third time you're cumming, drenching his fingers and face while your sticky walls spasm around him. He moans against you, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, continuing to lap up your slick with his tongue.

He withdrawals his fingers slowly and sucks them clean, sitting back on his haunches to take in the gooey, wet mess he made out of you.

"Fuck me," you plead, spreading your legs to grant him a better view.

"Oh," he laughs, sultry, like he's planning something you aren't ready for. "I plan on it, sweetheart."

To his suprise you sit forward, grasping at the waistband of his sweatpants while you look up at him innocently. He watches you with curiosity, interest piqued as you reach a hand into his pants, beneath his briefs, where his cock rests hard and aching with need.

You pull it from it's confines and swallow, mouth watering as you take account of its size. It's... well, it's big. Thick and girthy; flushed a pretty, deep red color from being so full.

Keigo leans forward, a hand braced on your cheek; gentle, and pulls you in for a kiss. He nips at your bottom lip intimately, smoothing his tongue over it to get you to open up for him, and when you give his cock a few slow, languid stokes, he moans headily into your mouth.

He presses you to lie back before shimmying out of the confines of his pants and briefs, kicking them to the floor and wasting no time in crawling over you. You lock your legs around his waist and tangle your hands back in his hair, whispering praises in his ear while he takes hold of his cock, running the tip of it through your slick folds.

"Ready?" He asks softly, and you nod, bringing him in for another kiss. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance and rolls his hips forward, slow, until the walls of your pussy finally give way and suck him in. You whine, angling your hips up to take him in more, and he groans deep, sliding in slow until his balls rest against the curve of your ass.

"F-uuuuck," his voice is strained, and he stills for a moment, giving you both time to adjust. "So tight for me, baby. Takin' me so well, like you were made jus' for me."

"Just for you," it's an affirmation, a promise that you whisper into his hair while he tucks his face into your neck. He braces an elbow on the sheets beside your head to support himself, his other hand occupied with the curve of your hip, guiding you flush against him.

He pulls out agonizingly slow, so much so that you can feel the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls, just barely scratching the itch that's stirring inside of you. You moan his name and the hold he had on your hip tightens, his hips stuttering.

"Let go. Claim what's yours, Kei. It's okay."

Keigo grunts, fingers grasping at the pillow your head rests on, and you distantly hear the fabric strain against his hold; possibly even tear.

You don't have to tell him twice. Soon enough he's pounding into you, thrusting so deep and hard that the sound of your wet pussy and his heavy balls slapping against you echo throughout the room, drowning out your thoughts.

He rips his palm from the pillow and brings it to the crook of your neck, opposite of where his head is buried, and rubs the scar tissue gently - as if mapping it out. He loses himself inside of you, and you aren't fairing any better, the familiar, deep ache making itself known again low in your gut.

"You're mine," he growls, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling, expisosing your neck further to him. His thrusts grow erratic, sloppy, and you cry out his name as his wings flare out, bright red feathers loosening and drifting around the room. You snake a hand around his back and find that sensitive spot that rests between his shoulder blades, right at the base of his wings, and tug.

"Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart, m'gonna cum," he chokes, tonguing sloppy kisses over the hollow of your throat. He tilts your head slightly to the side, nosing over the scar that occupies unwanted space on your skin, and bites down over the same exact spot he did, before. You're sure that he broke skin this time but you could care less, so caught up in the orgasm that washes over you without warning, your body spasming around him as he fucks you through it.

He moans low and deep, like a wounded animal, teeth still sunk into your sensitive skin, and cums, his thrusts keeping pace to pump you as full as he can.

When he's satisfied that he's laid his claim, he lets up, hips still twitching minutely as he releases his hold on your throat. He pulls back slightly, caught in a daze with his cheeks flushed and his eyes heavy, and fuck, if he doesn't look beautiful like this.

You see panic rising within him, though, as he eyes the reddened teeth marks on the crook of your neck, reaching a hand out to tend to the wound. But you stop him, grasping his hand in yours and bringing his fingers to your lips. He stares at you in awe.

"Leave it," you whisper softly, pressing gentle kisses - assurances, to his knuckles. "It's proof."

He looks astounded; innocent like a child who's been caught doing something they shouldn't be, but isn't getting reprimanded. Your beautiful boy.

"Proof?" He rasps.

You smile at him lovingly, bringing your hand to rest on his cheek, lost in the warmth of his gaze.

"That I'm yours."

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To Cage a Hero

Yandere Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, mentioning of mating, mentioning of pregnancy, caging, possessive behavior, controlling behavior

Summary: You have a transformation quirk, the ability to transform into any animal you want as long as you understand the biological makeup of the animal. What better way to treat a beast than to cage you up?

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The sun in your eyes is what wakes you. You rub the sleep from your lids with the back of your hand as you sit up. Clinking metal jolts you slightly. You look at your surroundings with alertness, something that’s part of being a hero.

You’re still in your hero costume: cheap, black spandex leggings and a black sports bra. You never found it in you to get a real costume because your quirk isn’t suited for clothes. If you shift into a small animal, you just end up crawling out of your clothes. Transform into something too big, your outfit will just rip off of you, falling to the floor in tatters.

Feeling better about having your clothes still on in a foreign place, you still have to deal with the fact that you are in a foreign place. You’ve never been here before in this lavish bedroom. What’s even worse is that you’re trapped in a cage. It looks like an ornate bird cage but large enough for a human. You could get out of here if you shift into something small enough to pass through the bars. Trying to think of something, anything small enough, you realize that a garden snake could do the trick.

However, it doesn’t work. Panicking because your quirk isn’t working, you stand up and try to smash the door with your shoulder. You only succeed in bruising yourself on the gold bars.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The voice is familiar. You can’t place it, but you know you’ve heard it before. Then, a man is walking into the room from the balcony. His silhouette steps out of the sunlight, and you see the number two pro hero, Hawks.

Your eyes widen, and you feel as though you’ve been saved. “Please, help me! I don’t know what’s going on! I think I’ve been kidnapped!”

Keigo now stands in front of the cage. He wraps his fingers around the bars. “Sweetheart, you haven’t been kidnapped. You’ve been brought home.”

Your mind is numb for a moment as you process the ridiculousness of his words.

“Huh?” You gracefully manage.

The smile on his face never falters. “You. Are. Home. Now.”

You slap his hands. “Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot! I just don’t understand. Why did you bring me here?”

Keigo shrugs. “Thought you were pretty.”

“You kidnapped me…because you thought I was pretty?”

He nods. You can tell he’s feeling sure of himself.

You bare your sharp teeth at him. “You can’t fucking do that, Hawks! Heroes don’t behave like this!”

“Oh, you’re telling me how heroes should behave? I’m not the one who’s always naked on camera.”

Beyond embarrassed, your cheeks flush. “It’s because of my quirk! I can’t shift and keep my clothes on.”

He winks at you as a response. “It’s alright, my little songbird. It’s the highlight of my day when I get to see that cute ass after you fight crime.”

Shivering under his hungry gaze, you watch as his eyes focus on your sports bra. You find yourself clutching your chest, wishing for a shirt.

“Aw, don’t be shy. After being naked to the public so often, a guy would think you’d just kind of get used to it.” There’s a salacious glint in his eyes as he licks his lower lip.

It gives you the heebie-jeebies.

“Why can’t I use my quirk?” You try to change the subject.

“Don’t tell me you tried to escape already. Listen, Dove, you’re telling me you’re a hero, and you didn’t even notice the cuff on your ankle?”

Looking down, you see a metal cuff on your ankle. A quirk cancelling cuff.

Your eyes meet his golden orbs with fury. “Forgive me for not noticing, but with all the shit going on, my ankle isn’t the first thing on my fucking mind!”

“You better watch your mouth, Chickadee, or I’m gonna have to wash it out with soap.”

“Do it and I’ll bite your hand off!”

“Ohhh, feisty. I like that.” He goes to lie down on the bed.

So, this is his bedroom.

Huffing, you turn to look at him. “Is this your plan? You just gonna keep me caged up?”

He shrugs at you as he sits on the edge of his bed, taking off his shoes. “It’s just until you learn to behave. I have plans for you. Mating season is coming up soon.”

Oh…oh, no!

“Hawks, no. I can’t- you can’t do that to me. I don’t want kids. I just started my career as a pro!”

“Don’t worry, Dove, I make a lot of money doing what I do. Also, I want you to call me Keigo. I already know your name. Did a lot of research on you.”

“Okay, Keigo, you being rich is not the point! I love being a hero. I’m good at it.”

“You can’t be that good if you got kidnapped.”

You’re sick of his shit. You’re so goddamn sick of him. With your back against the cage, you slide down it until you’re resting on a rather large pillow. Your knees curl up to your chest, and you bury your head in your hands as realization washes over you.

You’ve been kidnapped by the number two pro hero of Japan, and he wants to impregnate you.

“We have pretty compatible quirks. Plus, you’re beautiful, I’m handsome. We’d make pretty cute kids. They might even inherit one of our quirks or a mix of them. Could you imagine one of our little birds flying around?”

Violent sobbing causes your entire body to shake.

“Aw, don’t be like that. Okay, we don’t have to talk about it anymore right now if it’s going to make you that upset. I get it. Pregnancy is scary, but it’ll be alright. Plus, I won’t make you stay in the cage while you’re carrying the bullet. That would just be mean. The cage is only until I can trust that you’ve learned your place.”

The man just loves to hear himself talk.

Hugging your knees for comfort, you cry so loudly that you miss Keigo’s sighs and footsteps. However, you do hear him unlock and open the door. Looking up at him with glistening E/C orbs, you watch as he reaches out to you and pulls you up by your arm. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you over to the bed.

Is he starting now?! No! You begin thrashing around in his arms, screaming at the top of your lungs for him to let go of you.

“This isn’t fair! No, I don’t want this! Get off of me!”

He shushes you like a child throwing a tantrum, depositing you on the bed. You scramble for the other side to get away from him. All he does is grab you by your ankle, dragging you back towards him.

He takes you by surprise when he wrestles you into a little spoon position.

“Don’t worry, Dove. Mating season doesn’t start until next month. We can just spend this time getting to know each other. Let me take care of you. I know you’re scared. It’s going to be an adjustment, but I’ll be here every step of the way.”

He’s trying to comfort you. It’s better than what you thought he was just about to do. Still, you want your space. In the cage, you at least were away from Keigo, not that you want to go back there anytime soon.

You squirm in his strong arms, and he hushes you by gently patting your bottom. You can’t tell if he’s trying to calm you or threaten you. Either way, you settle down. You can’t help but be tense in his grip. You don’t know that man, and he just fucking kidnapped you! You can’t use your quirk, and you’re in a really bad position for combat with his arms wrapped around your entire body. You’re a trapped animal in the arms of a predator, and it brings tears to your eyes one again. This is the start of your new life as his caged little beast.

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