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angelltheninth · 3 months
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From those cute flirting prompts can I order a 52 with Hawks?
You can order anything with Hawks honestly. I love the big bird man.
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, reassurance, soothing kisses, flying, ruined date night
Word count: 0.5k
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A/N: I'd be mad too if my date night with Hawks got ruined.
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52. "It's you. It's only ever going to be you."
Dating the number two hero was always gonna come with challenges. But come on, you can't even go on one date without being interrupted at some point. You can deal with even that but the one thing you can't stand is people flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you no less.
Your hands are tight on his suit jacket, you're glaring at the group of his fans that ask questions and throw in the occasional flirting remark his way. And still they don't leave.
"Ah, please everyone, calm down. As much as I love my fans, I'm here on a date." It was like you were invisible until Keigo gestured towards you. Knowing that only caused you to shrink further into his side. "And we happen to be late. So excuse us." Keigo lifted you bridal style and with one flap of his wings you were in the air, away from the still persistent fans. "Much better. Should have gone with this right away rather then walking there."
Keigo smiled down at you but you couldn't return it. It would be fake, he would see right through it. Instead you curled into him as close as you could.
"Shit, are you cold up here? I should've given you my jacket before taking off. And you're wearing that dress too, I'm sorry for not thinking." He was quicker to apologize and kiss your forehead then you were to explain yourself, which did ease some of your worries.
"Some of those women were very pretty." You said as casually as possible.
"Huh? Er, I guess?" Keigo narrowed his eyes at you, noticing you chewing your cheek. "Not prettier then you. Not to me at least."
"Keigo..."
"No, I'm serious." He pulled you closer, his hands warming up the areas where they touched, "Listen, I'm with you aren't I? Everyone says that the Number Two Hero can have anyone right? Well I have you. It's you. It's only ever going to be you. I don't care what kind of words anyone else throws at me or how they look." His voice carried far in the noiseless sky. "I love you. You're the only girl for me."
You were about to reply when he suddenly paused, "Keigo, we're gonna be late." He smirked at you and started floating a bit lower, "Keigo? What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. You were lower now, low enough to be visible to the people walking down on the streets. Keigo took a deep breath, "I love my girlfriend! She's so nice and smart and funny and hot! She makes me really happy!" Your face exploded with heat as you listened to him shout at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention, some people even took out their phones to record.
"Oh my god. Fine, I get it, we can go now!" You buried your face in his shoulder but he lingered there for a few more moments before flying you in the direction of the restaurant. By the time you got there the clip of his confession was already all over the internet. "For the record, I love you too. You goofball."
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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OCTOBER 8TH. HADES
“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”
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♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.
♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.
♱ —length; 5.4K
♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !
♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney's hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪
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pity. 
you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 
you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 
you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.
touya, was there name of the man you missed most about the world up above— his lips often tasted of sour grapes, his skin was rough from scratches and scrapes too but soft whenever you held a his hand. you thought that he adored you— touya would worship you like the gods had put your portrait in the stars up above and you’d do the same…spending your free time counting the flecks in cerulean eyes while soft white hair flows in the warm wind. he was brave, you knew that, a warrior who was strong and had promised you his hand once he returned from the battles his father had called him upon. 
you were promised, you were happy and more in love than you thought possible— until the day touya tells you that he loves you with his dying breath, a sickness sweeping over topaz fem eyes, and you know he’d take your heart to the underworld too.
“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?” 
the warmth of your day dreams slip away as the chill of his voice fills the stone cold lair. you dare to let your fingertips drift through the river of souls below the wall you lean against. “‘m not in the mood, hades.” the god of the underworld, keigo takami is a nuisance if you’d ever known one. a pain in your ass full of feathered flames— bright blue in all of their glory, they’re colder than most would expect, unbecoming of the colour that sprout’s from the king of the undead’s back. 
“hawks. keigo, baby. c’mon little bird…” his voice is tight with humour, surprisingly playful for someone doomed to be surrounded by lifelessness for all of eternity. all of the underworld is dreary and damp, worn arching mountains made of old bones, skulls and teeth— rocks as sharp as swords that end lives with the sickly green stream of whining dead mortals. you can’t breathe down here…there’s no space for you to escape nor breathe around him and you hate it. “oh sugarplum…don’t play sourpuss! we’re all friends here!” the blonde god that burns cold flames picks your dainty fingers from the acidic pool of death. 
he grinds your gears, and you have nowhere else to go. the thought of being stuck with a man who rules over ruined lives— infuriating you to no end. “i am not—“ you seethe, shoulders raised like a hissing cat or something akin to the three headed dog that guards this place. “your friend. far from it, hades.” the look on your face is far from impressed, discourteous with your lips turned into a nasty sneer and a sweltering spark to your usually pretty docile eyes. 
it’s such a shame, how ill behaved you are after everything the man has done for you. “it’s hawks, honey.” the man reminds you, and in a flash he’s on you in all the ways you despise. his slimey grip of death squeezes your cheeks, dragging you up to his mighty height with your face in the palm of his burning hand. hades…hawks, he’s mean when he’s unhappy— the flames that form the wings of a fallen angel flicker a brilliant red and the temperature of them skyrockets. “‘n this is no way to act after all i’ve done for you cupcake.” despite the fury that radiates from the god…he coos gently. 
“if i remember correctly… i’m the one who saved your little prick of a boyfriend… aren’t I?” even through all of the robes keigo wears, you can still feel the molten heat of his skin against yours as he pulls you in close— though you dangle from his hold, you’re practically chest to chest. you scramble to get away, but the god only digs his thumb further into your cheek. “we had a deal. your soul for his life.” with his free hand, he creates an apparition, tufts of smoke dancing to form people…one showing touya who bends at the knee to take the other’s hand— this one being you. 
at first, the two characters seem happy, and an emotion akin to fondness settles in your bones— but not before touya’s little smoke figure trails away from yours to follow another woman “s’not my fault he left you. don’t take it out on me, doll,” hawks drawls, snapping his fingers to make the apparition disappear, your heart rattled in its place after reliving the scene and you force your gaze away with a grunt directed at the god. “now, since you’re being oh so disrespectful, we’ll add…give or take, another five years to your sentence with me instead of taking away seven. how’s that sound?” 
“fuck you, hades.” turning your head, you spit directly between the god’s eyes, fuelled by your own hurtful rage.
your elevated, living pulse does nothing but serve to piss off the king of the underworld more— his blonde set of locks nearly exploding off of the top his head as he combusts into red hot flames once more. “still so bitter over a man who can’t love you like i do, huh?” keigo says your name, low and raspy, and you can’t remember the last time he’d uttered those syllables. it frightens you, after all you are a mortal in the grip of a man who takes lives for a living, but you’d never let him know that. “that’s almost pathetic.”
that hurts to hear, like a knife twisting in your fragile human gut… and so, kicking your feet, still high above the ground and suspended in the large god’s grip— you throw yourself about and claw at his temperate hand cupping your face harshly. “you do not love me, you wouldn’t know what that meant even if it kicked you in the face!” you yell, biting down on keigo’s hands in a futile attempt. “you’re just obsessed with me and would much rather me be a soulless corpse to keep you better company!” 
“you better watch your tone with me, little bird—“
“you’re vile. you’re disgusting— a fool if you think i could ever see the bright side of being stuck here with you,” you ramble in response, and foolishly so. “i hate you hades, i hate you. did you know that? i want to repeat it for you. i hate yo—“ 
your words are never finished, for a resounding strike echoes throughout the cave like atmosphere on the underworld and you already feel the invisible bruising form under your skin, falling to the floor to cup your wound.
no matter how many times you had tested the god of death, he had never hit you like this before.
and you’ve never looked into his golden irises , never seen them so clearly or seen his pupils like black slits— leaving the amber colour to take over, reminding you of the surface sun. hawks looks almost predatory, hungry red flames for wings willing to swallow and burn everything in their path, including you. 
“repeat yourself. what did you say?” keigo commands easily.
you gulp. “t-that i…”
“that you, what?” your name again, and you tremble. 
“that i hate you,” you breathe. “i hate you.” 
he seems to snap at this. 
hawks smiles, teeth as sharp as razors set on display. “another five years into your sentence, pretty.” with a snap of his talon clawed fingers, the god has fragments of grey smog binding your wrist together, slipping over your nose and mouth to shut you the hell up. “‘m disappointed, yanno. i do care so much for you, i’m so attentive… but this has happened far too long to go unnoticed, little bird.” 
the world around you rushes with air as you’re hauls into the god’s thick arms, you kick and scream muffled through the smoke in your mouth— watching as keigo conjures up a throne made of thorns, pain and bones, taking a comfortable seat into it despite the lost loved ones it might be made up of. “here we go again, darling.” the blonde sighs, not caring if you batter his back on the way down to taking his seat— dragging you into position to sit over the swell of his right thigh. “s’always the same old shit with you. so naughty.” keigo peers up at you through eyes like a bird of prey…watching, knowing the exact effect he has on you. 
hyper aware of how much control he has over you, right down to your soul. 
you squirm away and keigo let’s go of the smoke, letting you tilt your head back but still rooted in the god’s lap. “i hate you.” breathing deep, you try to ignore your body flushing with heat and the urge to buck down against keigo’s surprisingly muscular thigh. 
“behave yourself. sit still,” hades coos, his touch cascades up your body, slipping under your bodice and sending warmth down each of the neurons like a flickering flame until he reaches the swell of your breasts— thumbing over your pebbled nipples in an attempt to pull a whine from between your resistant lips. it’s so cute to watch you try and fail, pretend like your hips aren’t aching to slide back and forth, drag your clit back and forth…back and forth over the man like a desperate bitch in heat, like you don’t want to put your hands in the brightness of his fire and watch yourself burn with lust. you’re no good at acting, pretending you wouldn’t slut yourself out for him, the one who owns you for all of eternity. 
with a click of his fingers, all the power in the world between them pulls up the skirts of your robes, like wisps of a web until the fabric sits at your hips. “h-hate you… s’much,” you repeat though the venom to your voice is lost, shaky and falling into a pathetic moan instead as the god traces the fat at your hips, searing fingers sliding down to your fleshy ass before peeling you away from his thigh— amused at the stickiness that ties you to him. “f-fuck.” 
“yeah sweetheart? you hate me this much?” the amusement is evident in his voice too, a slender digit sliding out from the curve of your ass to touch at your oozing wetness. “oh…i don’t know, doesn’t seem like you don’t like me. you can’t spend forever hatin’ me either; not when i get you like this.” the finger spreads apart your swelling folds, and hawks shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit. “lover boy ever make ya this wet?” you despise the way the god talks down on you, as if you’re just a slave to his cock and thighs and whatever he can give you…dopamine and lust hormones flooding your cute little mortal brain and making you pliant for him. 
the beginnings of your arousal seeps warmly through the robes laying wrinkled against the fiery blonde’s thigh, sweet folds leaving a stain that betrays you in every way possible. touya could never… not like this, you’re soaked and you’ve barely been touched. only just, by feather light grazes against the supple fat at your waist. it’s the taunting pillowy cushion to hawks’ words too, they’re what’s gotten you so worked up— not too mean or too harsh, just enough to make you feel like you’re beneath him. 
with your nails digging to hades’ arm, you cry out his name at a volume barely above a whisper— bottom lip wobbling and face crumbling just like your resolve because it hurts so good not to use him to get off, the shame only adding fuel to the fire in your lower belly. “s-shut up,” you struggle to get out, to mean what you say as your needy hole clenches against the blistering skin of a god. “you don’t make me feel shit…y-you could never be h-him—oh,” keigo flexes his thigh beneath your unloyal pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips in hunger as your words taper off into a sinful little sigh at your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. “oh…oh fuck you.” 
“watch your mouth.” hades all but snarls, a cruel smirk beginning its horizon on his slightly chapped lips now that you’re finally playing his game, your hips falling into their own rhythm over his thigh—speeding up in their straddled dance over him. again, his hands explore all what your body has to offer and this time you let him, throwing your head back when hawks rips the fabric of your skirt to get a better view of your naked rosy cunt and how beads of glistening arousal pearl between perfect pussy lips. “don’t need to be your shitty little human to make you feel good, sweetheart. i know i’m better than him,” he makes a sick point of reminding you so, leaning back into his throne with a hazy look settling into the embers of his golden eyes, those of which are trained on the way your folds encapsulate his thigh as you get yourself off on him. “i’m your god, you’ll only ever feel the pinnacle of pleasure with me.”
you loath that this much is true, of all the times hawks has punished you for resenting him— talking back and being ungrateful, you’ve never cum as hard with anyone else as much as you have with him. when his flaming hands swallow your thighs, burn their hand prints into them until you can smell the scent of singeing flesh tangled with death, decay and your saccharine pussy you feel like you’re dying. you must be, with the waves of euphoria you’re drowning in, your lungs ache from the near screams of delight that rattle around in your throat with every grind against hawks— especially when he begins to bounce his thighs against your cunt that blossoms for him like a flower from the lands up above.
“you’re awful…” you say, teary eyed despite humping at keigo’s twitching thigh faster and faster with ragged breaths— giving him a front row seat to you losing your mind, to your slit drooling so delicately against him despite how roughly your body moves. his clawed hand reaches the back of your bodice, tearing it into two as if it were nothing and letting the fabric fall away from your bouncing chest.
his mouth is on your breasts within an instant, the heated pink tongue of the god rolling over your darkened areolas and rock hard nipples, standing on end from the cool death chilled air, before the sharpened edge of his teeth sink into your soft mounds. “only just now realising that, honey? when i’m literally the king of death?” hawks let’s go of you with a slick pop, his cheeks flushed red and lips in a state to match— cock and thigh twitching at the little simper you let out from the painful sting of his teeth biting at your skin. your state is no better than his, brows creased adorably in the centre of your forehead, mouth open in a raw ‘o’ shape and your eyes screwed shut while your skin shines with perspiration. a diamond in the rough. 
“fuck, you look so fucking good,” the god of the underworld curses, glowing yellow eyes torn between watching your face contort in lechery and your mound, gliding smoothly over his paled yet golden skin— leaving a trail of slick in her wake. “oh fucking hell,” he beefs, from deep within his chest licentiously, the words caught in his throat when you start to bounce up and down in the god’s lap by your own accord. “that’s right, ride it. ride my thigh like you fucking hate me.” he leers, goading you into lifting your hips and slamming your clit back down on his shaky thigh, eyes a dark and molten gold rolling back at the sight. 
you don’t have the energy to curse him out again, whimpering and mewling like a fallen angel as you reach out to grab keigo’s shoulder in order to steady yourself. your body is wracked with the shakes and trembles even as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, one hand on his hip, using him as leverage to ride him, throwing yourself down on him as the lewd pap of your sticky pussy fills the sex and death tainted air. hawks’ mouth is back on you, biting and marking your neck, licking a nasty trail from your collarbones and back to the swell of your breasts to suckle on them— only serving to make your cunt fish every time it’s lifted from his thigh, ruining his dark robes with slick and making his wings burn brighter like the ball of lust growing between you.
hawks plants his feet firmly on the floor, his hands smoothing over your ass so he can roughly pull your cheeks apart, slamming you back down on his quivering leg every time it juts up to meet your pretty, syrupy cunt. you squeak, the hood of your clit pulled back, blood rushing right too it carrying sex crazed hormones that make your whole body tingle. “oh, just look at your fucking pussy. so, wet. so nasty.” he laughs like the sight of you staining his leg, humping it like a bitch is ludicrous. “you sure you hate me?” you do, gods you fucking do but you can barely talk with the delight pain that sparks at your ass cheeks as keigo marks them with burns again. branding you with the hades name— making you property of the underworld. 
“how can you hate me when you belong to me?” he bleats sweet and soft despite how rough hades is with you, scattering your pretty body with scalding burn marks. “when i make you feel so good that you can’t even remember your own pathetic little mortal name?” he says it then, when he’s growling and smacking a blazing hand down against your bruising ass, making you cry out and howl and drag your nails down his skin. keigo did you a favour, saving your weak and loving soul above all else after your lover had cast you aside— he protected you, nurtured you and all you could do was look at him like he ruined the world for you. so in turn, every time you would act up like this, keigo would fuck you until you were literally an inch from losing your life, reminding you that you bound to him for all of eternity, no matter what you did. 
“you’re mine. remember?” he coos to you when your head starts to loll and you’re hiccuping so hard you can’t even think to breathe right. “my little queen of the underworld.” 
slumping forward, you don’t slow the roll of your hips, the gentle glide of your slippery cunt along hades’ blazing thigh and instead you shake your head, weakly, miserably to the point where he just finds your denial cute. “‘m not…i-i,” you gargle, words incoherent against the molten core of keigo’s chest. “i fucking hate you—uhuh, yeah…i do.” you moan.
like most humans, you’re fucking pitiful but your voice adorned with lust is enticing to a god who hears nothing but deathly wails all day. “keep tellin’ yourself that; baby but look at how you fall apart on my lap. uhuh…yeah?” keigo flashes you his pearly whites through his condescending smirk and tone, using you so bristfully that every time he pushes you back and forth over his thigh you go as far back as to grind your puffy clit against his knee. “that felt good, huh? yeah i know…you’re all mine.” 
you fucking hate him, and that voice of his and how he plays you for a fucking fool. 
you hate how his possession over you makes you needy, makes you melt and how you eagerly nod your head, sore and bruised by flames all over as you push it into keigo’s neck— the knot in your tummy nice and tight, so good that it hurts. “‘m close… don’t stop. please, o-oh fuck!” you cry, coated in your own essence as it splatters every time you slam your pretty pussy down on hawks, clenching around nothing, your sweet words soothing the ache in his rigid dick. “j-just like that. f-fuck! keigo!” 
the way you drawl out the syllables of his name makes a primal urge stir in the god— he circles your hips on him, let’s his calloused finger tips burn their mark against your hips and your thighs and your ass, knowing that the torment gets you off, makes your creamy cunt wetter. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess in my lap? paint your god with your pretty juices?” he teases, short for breath leaning up with a fond smile until your lips are just barely apart. he wonders how you’ll look when you cum this time; if your sweaty swollen lips with hungrily accept his, if you’ll cry with your eyes closed or look him in his own— your sparkling bambi eyes swirling with hatred and dread like they always do. “c’mon…come on. give it to me, sweetheart, lemme feel you come undone.” 
hot fingers, the ones that branded you push into your clit— pinching it as hades writes his signature against your throbbing pussy, moaning with you when you jolt. “yeah, you like that?” he growls, voice hoarse and your body betrays you once more, head nodding into his neck. “mhm, you’re gonna cum like this for me aren’t you? you’re gonna fucking cum for the god you hate. that’s it…oh gods, that’s fuckin’ it, doll.” 
“i-i’m! oh gods, keigo—!” you squeal as the knot of lust within you unravels all at once, your core gushing with release as hades makes you dive head first into a blinding orgasm. you violently shake and your thighs lock around his hand that works you through your high and releases the pressure in your pussy, sweet streams of clear arousal soaking his lap and dripping down your thighs. hawks can’t bring himself to stop, doesn’t know where to look as he draws tighter circles on your little nub, drawing out your orgasm for his own amusement, addicted to how your skin shines with your release. “s-stop! please… s’too much!” you squeak.
the world spins harder on its axis and you barely have time to register hawks flipping your positions, folding you with your back to the throne and legs thrown over the bend of his burly arms. he can’t wait any fucking longer, feeling as if his cock might explode without being inside of you, watching you cum like that having sent him into a throbbing frenzy. you haven’t even calmed down yet, still limp from your orgasm when keigo pushes his length through your seeping, glistening folds, red cockhead catching on the hood of your clit in desperation, poking at your fluttering hole, ready to fuck into you while he lets his dick slap along the length of you. 
“j-just because you’ve made me cum…doesn’t mean i like you, nor trust you.” you pant in denial, trying and failing to open your pretty eyes to the underworld. “it doesn’t mean anything.” 
but keigo, he’s too far gone to care at this point. he could care less if you hate him, if you adore him, worship him or fear him. the only thing on his mind right now is sinking his yearning, pulsating shaft into your slick, slit while you’re still coming down from heaven and back to him in the world below. “don’t give a fuck,” he says, a hankering feeling to fuck you now clouding his mind. “i don’t need your trust little bird, i already know your body fucking loves me.” 
he won’t last long and neither will you, you’re already only just hanging on by a thread. “i-i don’t,” you slur, spit on the pad of tongue feeling heavy, you still haven’t recovered from your orgasm, squeezing down on every inch that keigo pushes into you— even though you’re wet beyond belief, your pink little hole can’t help but resist him, as if your body is finally denying him after everything he put you through on his thigh. “n-no…no no!” you cry out, a mess of dry lips and crystal tears, lifting your ass from the seat of the throne to try and coax hawks back into you. “please…need it, y-your cock…p-please!”
“see look, you’re being so nice now… is that all it takes? play with your precious pussy a little bit and you stop pretending to hate me?” keigo laughs huskily, dragging a thumb over his seedy tip as his fat length sits on your tummy— before shoving the soiled digit against your clit, pressing it into your pleasure nub so loosen you up a bit to take him. “this pussy doesn’t hate me, does she? oh no…she belongs to me.” 
you shudder at his words despite the heat of his flames, and you’re not even given a second to respond or prepare before his ribbed and red hot cock is shoved into your unused hole, his practised hands lifting you higher from the throne to accommodate for all of his size. “oh…oh god, k-keigo,” you coo like a little angel, your gaze losing its focus while the king of death folds you in half against his royal seat, the forked and purpling veins decorating his shaft pressing up against new pulse points, pinging them with ecstasy the further he presses into you. 
hawks bends over your shaky frame, golden and carved abs pressed against the backs of your thighs, the god smothering you with his body once he reaches the hilt, your knees digging blissfully into your shoulders, his cock already nestled against your g-spot from the pure size of him and you feel so full, like keigo is everywhere around you, a pleasant pain thrumming as your squishy insides stretch over his cold. he’s in your guts, your senses, your heart though it’s blackened with hatred for him. 
you’re dizzy and your eyes droop, mind void of thought and you don’t have the effort to hate him anymore— not when he makes you feel like this. “nuh-uh, wake up sweetheart, want you to look at me as i fuck ya, kay?” keigo whispers to you sweetly, his blazen hand smacking down on your face, pulling the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard from between your lips. “that’s it, wake up f’me. listen to this cunt call my name,” he laments tapping your cheek once more and grins at the branded hand print before golden eyes lock themselves  away— taking away your sunshine from up above. you listen intently, the lewd squelch of your insides bouncing of stacks of bones and towers of skeletons, at a volume much higher than the cries of the undead. “my messy messy girl, so messy you might as well admit that you’re in love with me.” 
while that couldn’t have been further from the truth, you submit to the god who makes you a slave to his cock— slowly withdrawing from your snug walls, pulling out of your sticky selfish cunt. “ain’t it damned shame that lover boy took you for granted?” he growls with a voice tinged with possession. “such a shame that you’re sentenced to slutting yourself out on this cock for the rest of your days…oh fuck, you’re tight.” hips surging forwards, hawks sets a steady pace to rocking his dick into you, blunt cockhead pushing and pulling against sensitive spots that makes you see the stars in the night sky again. and maybe you do consider yourself lucky, without touya fucking you over, you wouldn’t be prisoner to the best dick you’ve ever had. 
you hate him, but hades is so, so good—teeth and tongue latching back onto your bouncing breasts as the heat from his flames spreads through you like a wildfire in a forest and the only thing capable putting it out is his precum sloshing in creamy, loose white against your gummy, syrupy walls. “m-my fucking god!” you manage through stuttered breathes, keening into the swipes of keigo’s tongue across your breasts that he’s burned, as if his saliva will soothe you. he ploughs into you at a god speed pace, skin slapping on skin as his balls slam into the curve of your ass and harmonise with your high pitched wails. 
“that’s right, baby.” he sounds so elated, moaning happily around your swollen nipples, moving to pant happily into your ear, pressing further and further into you until keigo is hardly pulling away from bullying your g-spot, your juices splashing about the places, running down the length of your slit and your ass to pool underneath you on the marble throne. “i’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine, for the rest of forever…don’t, ah shit, care what you say. hate me all y’fuckin’ want.” 
hawks fucks you like he hates your guts, looking over you, throwing your legs over his shoulder and using his weight to canter into your abused cunt, rocking his throne with a dull thump to each of thrusts. he frees you from the grip that leaves burn marks across your body, to briefly run his hand through sweaty blonde locks, both of you are slick with perspiration, breathing ragged and you’re definitely too fucked out to even see at this point. the sun is keigo; despite the dreary underworld you live in, and the tears blur your vision too much for you to tell this isn’t the land of the living. 
“‘m g’na cum,” you tell hades eagerly, feeling like you’re alive the more he fills you up— sexes slotted together like a match made in heaven when you really feel like he’s your own personal hell. “gonna cum so fucking hard.” the pleasure is suffocating, deathly, but you don’t care, crying from every hole possible, locking down on keigo’s ravaging dick when he slaps your entrance to keep you awake— you jolt, sore from every joint and whine out pathetically. 
“can feel you cummin’ on me again, better give it all t’me little bird— want your fuckin’ mind, your body, your soul.” he sinks his teeth into the junction at your neck one last time, adding another delightfully painful mark to the rest that litter your body. he does it all to numb your pain of touya leaving you, fills you up with love which you mistake for hate because how can a merciless god who takes lives for fun be capable of loving you. it’s not long before your body does as he says, following keigo’s lead, tumbling down the highway to hell as the bright light of his flames flashes before your very eyes, your release staining his abdomen where it’s smooshed up against your clit.
“oh shit, fuck that’s it,” he’s right behind you too, abs rippling while the mighty god of death trembles above you and pours thick white from his angry red tip straight into your bruised womb, lewd clapping noises filling the air as he rocks into you through the last of your highs. keigo makes a pretty mess of you; creaming your insides as his last mark of possession over you. “my pretty little bird, mine eternally.” 
he hopes you’ll forget touya, that you’ll forgive him just this once— stop hating him for once. 
but with your foreheads pressed together, bodies limp and uncomfortable against the throne hawks— hades, has conjured up you quickly come to your senses with closed eyes and lost breath. 
“i hate you, hades.” you grunt, shame burning at you now instead of him, instead of lust. “get off me.” 
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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year
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I'm presenting this to myself as a birthday gift 😌
Broken angel
Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader
Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Angst/ Sexual Intercourse/ Creampie/ One Shot
Summary : The heroes might have won the final war, but its scars are a whole other story, so what happens when Hawks finally breaks down in your presence?
Please do not read if you're a minor
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
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You kiss his scar once, twice, thrice, and a couple more times until he starts chuckling tiredly, "okay okay I get it, you can stop now!" and he's playfully pushing you off of him but you refuse to budge.
_ "No not yet!" and you kiss the scar reaching the side of his face yet again.
He's been gloomy lately, quiet and distant.. understandable right? the war has left its trace on him as well as it did everyone else, and your once cheerful and lively boyfriend is now but a shell of what he used to be.
You refuse badgering him into reliving those painful memories, although you wish he would open up to you— even a little. If only he would do that..
_ "Alright, get off me sweetheart, seriously." he squeezes your ass cheeks teasingly before giving you a playful smak.
_ "I love you Keigo, you know that right?" if you're unable to get through to him, then maybe you can remind him that he's never going to be alone.
_ "I know that, and I love you too." his fingers trace your thighs lazily, almost absentmindedly as he turns his head to the side.
That's how it's been lately, almost every exchange between you two ends in him slipping away further from you, one way or another.
It hurts, of course it does, watching the one you love the most stubbornly fighting his lurking demons all by himself, makes you feel powerless.
_ "Keigo, please look at me." you push a bit more, cautiously so, tightening your thighs on each side of his slim waist, and placing your palms flat against his chest.
He's looking away still, and the lump in your throat only grows with each second that passes, "Keigo.." you call out again, and yet.. nothing.
You lean in once more, pressing your forehead to his cheek and sighing heavily, "I just want you to know that I'm right here, for as long as you'll have me, I can only imagine what's going on in your mind and I know it's a struggle, so please allow me to share your burden."
Your lips trail soft kisses along his scarred skin, from the side of his face and down to his neck where you linger, bracing yourself for yet another dismissive response.
_ "I want you right now." his words are dark, almost desperate as he growls his demand and cradles your butt cheeks, pressing you down on him and grinding up against your clothed pussy.
Your body stiffens but only for a moment, as you did not foresee this turn of events. If anything, you anticipated that little fake laugh which has never fooled you, as well as the good old "I swear I'm fine love."
But something is different tonight, he's finally holding on to you after weeks of running away, he's finally expressing his desire clearly after silently suffering for long, and you find yourself biting those burning tears back as you are suddenly reminded of that night -some years ago- when he broke down and bared his soul to you, keeping nothing in as he weeped and screamed and held you throughout the night, it was him Keigo Takami, not the nation's beloved Hawks.
That night -some years ago- the facade he kept up for most of his life had finally come down in front of you, but these past few weeks wrecked it all and reminded you of the way things were when you only knew him as Hawks.
_ "I'm all yours Keigo," you whisper back and press your lips against his parted ones in a heated liplock, it's warm and urgent, same as the hands hiking your shirt up and sneaking past the silky trim of your panties.
You raise your hips quickly, wordlessly begging him to rid you of the soft garment and ravish you at once. You miss this, you miss him.
He groans into the kiss, pushing the delicate fabric down, and you clumsily work it out of your legs without breaking apart of your boyfriend's lips.
You cradle his cheeks, as a strangled whine leaves your throat when he licks his way into your mouth. His tongue is burning hot and his hands are relentlessly exploring every inch of you he can reach from his position.
His slender fingers squeeze your buttocks firmly, pinning you down on his throbbing bulge and you both moan at the tempting friction created between you.
And with a sudden gasp, you find yourself on your back, sinking into the fluffy bedsheets, as he flips your positions and settles between your legs.
_ "Stay still." the darkness in his voice only deepens as he hastily peels off his shirt and lowers his sweatpants.
You swallow thickly watching his cock spring back against his abdomen, hard and raging, as if reflecting your boyfriend's impatience to be sheathed deep into your core.
You're a bit intimidated by his overwhelming aura as your eyes travel up to study his face, his gold brown irises gleam with intense longing, his strong jaw clenched and his lips sealed in a firm line.
He grasps his raging shaft and pumps it lazily, hissing while his knees nudge your legs further apart. His thick brows are knitted and his breathing is labored as he huskily demands you remove your shirt.
It should be frightening right? He has never been so forceful before, never so unhinged, but something about this unusual side of him is intriguing.
You follow the order and struggle to take off your remaining garment as gracefully as you possibly can from where you're laying under his watchful eyes, whimpering unintelligibly and biting down on your lip when he swiftly grabs onto your thighs and pulls you closer.
He's not speaking, not smiling, nor is he touching you gently or kissing you softly like he always does right before easing himself into your heat. No he's not.. not tonight.. tonight is all about a primal desire that's been fueled with weeks of stifled emotions.
_ "Don't hold back, Keigo.." you beg breathily, too afraid of losing him again, and it was the sign he's been waiting for, to snap his hips and sink deep into your core with one hard thrust.
Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, but nothing comes past it except for a strangled mewl as you dig your nails into his arms while feeling the delicious sting of the first intrusion.
His eyes are trained on your flushed skin and heaving chest as he pulls back to the tip and slams his way into you once more.
The remnants of his beautiful crimson feathers flutter restlessly around him, old scars mixed with recent ones are scattered across his otherwise fair skin, and an alluring expression is adorning his features as he pounds you into oblivion..
At this moment, and through your hazy eyes, he looks like an angel.. a broken angel.
_ "Keigo, Keigo, kiss me, please.." tears form in your eyes as you reach out a shaky hand, clumsily smoothing out his scowl and bringing his face closer.
His lips crash against yours painfully, sloppily, as he bites onto your bottom one and swallows your desirous whimpers.
His hands travel up to clutch onto your bouncy breasts, groping and kneading the soft flesh as his thrusts turn even harder and faster.
Your fingers caress his arms and shakily move around his neck and back to trace every fading scar on his sweat glistening skin.
_ "Talk to me, Keigo, please tell me what you're thinking." you whimper between sloppy kisses only to receive another hard plunge as a response.
He's not ready to talk yet, and you get it.
His lips leave yours and travel along your jaw, trailing wet kisses in their wake and move further down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.
You cry out his name over and over again, pulling on his hair weakly as that familiar warmth is strating to pool within you.
You will not be able to last much longer, and neither will he.
His twitching shaft and erratic hips are slamming mercilessly against your own, again and again, and then you hear it..
The sound of your name flowing out of his mouth, gruff and desperate as he fucks you even harder.
The bruising clutch on your sides trembles, and the lustful growls of your name don't seem to subside.
Your fingers leave his ash blonde hair to dig into the flexing muscles of his shoulders, and you squeeze your legs around his stuttering waist while shockwaves of pleasure wash over you as your lover's voice fills your senses.
You shudder violently with every deep thrust he delivers, and your vision blurs as he pushes one more time into your heat before releasing his pearly seeds and coating your clenching walls without a warning.
He has never done it before, not without asking for your permission beforehand. But even so, you're not mad, you're not pushing him away or asking him to stop and pull out.
In fact, you're squeezing him in your arms, tears are falling down your face as you beg him to keep going, "please, don't pull out, Keigo please!"
And he does as instructed, fulfilling your wish and emptying his thick load in your welcoming cunt before collapsing on top of you, with his softening cock still sheathed within.
Labored breathing, desperate gasps and sweaty bodies are entangled in the warmth of your messy bed. And for a moment, no words were exchanged between you.
But suddenly..
_ "I can't get it out of my head," he's talking, "I can't stop picturing the blood and the terror," he's talking, "even when I close my eyes, I can still see it all," just like that night -some years ago- he's burying his face in the warmth of your neck and finally speaking, "the destruction, the victims and their screams," he's finally talking after weeks of shutting down, but his words are stabbing at your heart.
You get it though, you always have. Many have fallen during the war, and just as many were left with permanent scars on their souls, and Keigo is but one example.
You run your fingers through his disheveled hair, placing the softest kisses on his shoulder and tracing the expanse of his scarred back where you linger a bit, to caress his feathers, "I know Keigo, I understand how you're feeling, it's hard and it's suffocating but trust me, it will get better eventually," you bite back a sob and take a deep breath before carrying on, "you will never be alone, I'm right here and will always be," you squeeze him tighter as warm tears start to fall down your face once more.
You hate how weak you're being, you feel so powerless when the person you love the most needs you, "I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better, but I promise that we will figure it out together."
He's not talking anymore, but.. something warm and wet is trickling down your neck, soft sobs are escaping his throat as he breaks down in your arms.
It kills you, crushes your heart and devastates you, but maybe this is what he needs, maybe he should feel the pain instead of escaping it, maybe he has to face his demons and fight, maybe then he will have his closure.
You listen to his whimpers and cry with him, as his arms crush you between them. It will be a long way, but you'll walk it alongside him.
_ "I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry for taking my frustration out on you, please forgive me." he sounds weak and broken, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, but you refuse to lose him again.
You cradle his tear stained cheeks and force him to face you. His eyes are red and puffy, a soft loving gaze is emanating from them— unlike the one from earlier, and the sight of it brings a little smile to your face, "there is nothing to forgive Keigo, you can do whatever you want with me, you can even scream and cry or punch a wall if you wish, and I'll do it with you, just don't run away from me again, please."
He hums softly and pecks you once, pulling away but only for a moment to word his response "you have my word," before pressing his lips with yours yet again.
He's been alone most of his life, fending for himself against the world, but not anymore, because now he has you.
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shawslut · 5 months
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FLU SEASON keigo (HAWKS) takami x gn! reader
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WARNINGS: mentions of sickness. not proofread. WORD COUNT: very short. ~400 words RAES NOTE: very very very self-indulgent :( hope flu season is treating you all well.
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"Baby," Keigo hummed from across the room at the sound of you sitting up in bed. "You feeling any better?"
You shook your head, burying your hands into the duvet cover. "No," you groaned out. You watched his back stiffen-- he hated hearing you upset-- as his head turned to look at you. Blonde, face-framing locks of hair turning with his head. You looked into his eyes, bottom lip protruding with a pout. "I hate being sick."
He nodded solemnly, as if he were sick, too, and moved to sit on the foot of the bed. "I know," he nodded some more, reaching a hand out and letting it rest on your forehead. "You feel a little less warm. Still hot." Seconds later, a flirtatious smile played on his lips, "Well, you're always hot."
You gave his arm a love tap and he feigned hurt. "Shh." A bubble giggled out of him, and you rested your head against his still-there hand. "I want ginger ale. And maybe some ice. And a popsicle."
"Well, you can't have them all at once," he chortled, turning his hand and caressing your brow with his thumb. "But I am forever at your service. What can I get you?"
"Ice," you declared, and he stood-- though he didn't get very far. Your hand grasped onto his wrist. "No, don't go yet," you whined, and he giggled, plopping back onto the bed without much of a fight.
He let out a fond breath. "Do you want me to hold you for a second?"
You nodded. "I don't think I'm contagious anymore."
"I wouldn't mind if you were. I'd get sick for you." Keigo crawled into the empty space of the bed next to you, red wings cascading, over your blanket-covered body before he plopped next to you, burying his face into the crook of your collarbone. His wings lay over you like a blanket. "You're awfully warm."
"Is that a bad thing?"
He shook his head into you. "No. I don't think so, at least." He lifted his head once more to kiss your jawline. "Tell me when you want that ice."
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kyojurismo · 7 months
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gamer!keigo who has a youtube / twitch channel where he plays and goes live almost everyday, playing a variety of video games to keep his audience interested in the contents he create & is very active on socials. then one day you happen to enter his room and give him the food he ordered before starting the live and when his fans see you on screen they start bombarding the chat. keigo notices and decides to let you sit there for a while as you feed him while he plays, you’re quiet most of the time as to not disturb you, but then once he’s done he leans over you and kiss your lips in front of millions of spectators and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and surprised since he wanted you away from that world — he knows people can be mean and doesn’t want you to feel bad or guilty for literally nothing.
goatkeigo: KEIGO IS DATING SOMEONE ?!
keigbby: NO WAY THEY JUST KISSED IN FRONT OF US
hxigo: WHAT THE FVCK GUYS. HE NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT IT
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yanderenightmare · 1 year
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could we ask about what hawks is like in bed? 👉👈 please
Hawks - Takami Keigo
TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, yandere
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NEEDY DOM
Keigo is a neutral type of guy most days, but he'll take and take like it’s his god-given right to.
He’ll demand you be on his every beck and call.
He’ll expect you to be in the kitchen cooking for him, for you to smile and giggle when he nuzzles into the nook of your neck while you stand and stir the pot to his chicken soup. All the while he's humping into you from the back, hands fingering the string to your cute housewife apron, placing kisses on your neck. Your daily marking.
He'll expect you to come and greet him at the door with a big smile and a sparkle in your eyes, hug him close with a kiss to his cheek while taking his jacket from him and welcoming him home, asking him how his day was, what villains he took down, fuss over what scars he’s collected, guiding him inside to the heavenly smell of dinner waiting for him.
He expects the traditional domestic dream. For you to be the perfect sweet housewife waiting for your husband to come back home from work. Seeing to his every need, cooking and cleaning and prancing about in your poofy wide-skirt dresses, apron-clad with a pretty bow tying it together at the small of your back. Stripping it on command. 
Be aware. If you think chores and expectations are the worst of what you’ve got in for yourself... you’re dearly mistaken.
Being peppered in kisses and thrown about in his arms is just as normal as noticing his feathers lifting up your skirt when your prance around the house.
Keigo’s hungry gaze lingers on your every move. The hormonal animal is a horny spaz all day long, but he’s absolutely feral in those needs when his rut rolls around.
You can smell it in the air when you should start worrying.
Talons rip apart your thin lingerie, tugging at your body, forcing you beneath him to meet his every sharp thrust as he pounds mercilessly with a desperate resolution into your poor pussy.
His wings, frayed and static, hunched in dominance on his back. Hair wild with eyes just as livid. Pinning you down in a bruising fashion. Allowing you no ounce of movement, growling at you when you try something as innocent as shifting for comfort.
Keeping you still until he’s emptied himself fully inside you, fucked you good and thorough, bred you unconscious.
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chaoticsimp · 1 year
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What You Do to Me
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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Relationship: Keigo (Hawks) x Reader 
Content Warnings: NSFW/18+, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mirror sex, established relationship, slight marking, dirty talk.
Summary: Hawks might the busiest Pro around, but Keigo is your doting partner who would do anything to get some extra time with you.
Word Count: 1915
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Keigo didn’t mind working so much. He had gotten used to the routine of patrol, even on weekends and holidays when most of the world was preoccupied with their friends and family. He worked hard so others didn’t have to. However, these days he found himself wishing he could be like everyone else. You hadn’t been together long, and the smear pieces the tabloids pumped out had him ready for you to run. He wouldn’t have blamed you; the press was a unique beast few could handle and only few should have to. Yet you stayed and stayed at each turn other partners had called it quits.
“Kei, you have to get up for work." Your sleepy voice brought him from his thoughts, and he pulled you closer hoping to sneak a few more minutes in bed. He wanted to linger in the peace a little longer.
“Keigo?” You repeated, lifting your head to look behind you.
“I’m up,” He yawned. You turned in his arms, your eyes meeting his and a sleepy smile graced his lips.
“Good morning.” Your voice was his favourite way to start the day, even though it made getting out of bed so much harder.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a lazy Sunday for once?” He replied. “A little morning fun, breakfast, and staying in our pajamas?”
“You just want to watch me walk around your apartment all day in nothing but your shirt,” You teased, and he chuckled raising a hand in fake surrender.
“Guilty.” You laughed and leaned up to press your lips to his. Keigo pulled you closer, pulling you onto his lap in the process and his hands settled on your hips. He felt you smirk against his lips when you rolled your hips earning a soft groan in response.
“Don’t do this to me beautiful,” He whined. You laughed under your breath, smiling down at him as you set your hands on either side of his head.
“We’ll be quick, then I’ll go for my run and you to work.”
“What about tonight?”
“I have to go back to my place tonight, but we can have dinner and maybe dessert now?” You teased and Keigo chuckled as he sat up, throwing the blankets aside.
“How could I say no to that?”
Keigo sat up, stretching out his wings as he kissed you. You reached your arms behind him, gently running your fingers down his wings and felt him shiver under your touch. The winged hero was easily identified by his quirk – as flashy as it was powerful. His feathers were quick and as tough as anything else, but they melted under your touch, and you were always surprised at how sensitive they were. You held the back of his neck with one hand, gripping his hair as you rolled your hips again and he moaned into your mouth. He pulled back to tug off your shirt, that cocky grin crossing his face as you sat back allowing him to admire you.
“This is how I want you walking around my apartment.” Your laugh was cut short when your breath hitched as he took one of your breasts into his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His warm lips made a path down your jaw and neck, lingering on the spots that made you squirm. Keigo’s golden gaze eyed the red marks he left behind and he took your other breast into his mouth. You could feel him chuckle as you pulled his head closer, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple as he smoothly switched your positions.
“Kei, I should be spoiling you. It’s your dessert,” You whined as his mouth left your breast and he kissed slowly down your stomach.
“You’re my dessert.” The comment makes a heat creep up your neck, but when you tried to hide your blush Keigo caught your forearm and pulled it back down. 
“I want to watch all of you.” You nod once, swallowing hard as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders. He held your stomach down with one hand, and you tensed when he nudged your clothed cunt with his nose.
“So, pretty.” The words vibrated through your core as he pulled aside your panties. You shuddered as he blew cool air against your clit, and before you could complain he dipped his tongue between your folds. Keigo was a fast hero, nearly unmatched against most pros. He did his work diligently, quickly, and perfectly every time but when it came to you, he only cared about one thing. Being perfect. You were meant to be savoured, even if it did make him late for work.
“Fuck.” Your breathless voice was music to his ears and only encouraged him. Your thighs squeezed his head, and your hands tugged on his hair as he pressed his tongue into your tight hole. He strengthened his grip when you squirmed, your back arching as he dragged his tongue up to your clit. Your body jolted as he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves, and he released one of your thighs to slide two fingers into you.
“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried as he pumped his fingers. The sound of you and him felt like it echoed through the large apartment, and you were sure Keigo would get another noise complaint, but it didn’t stop you. Keigo felt you clenching around him, your body tightening as you got closer to the edge, and he glanced up to meet your gaze through his lashes. He raised a brow, waiting for you to decide to finish or not and you manage to shake your head.
“W-Wait, wait,” You stammered and even though you said it, you still whined at the loss of contact as he pulled his fingers out of you. You caught your breath, sitting up on your elbows as he pressed his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth to clean yourself off him and noticed him bite his lip as you sucked on his fingers.
“Was that just a teaser then?” Keigo asked as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time you sent him off to work unsatisfied just to pounce on him the moment he got home.
“No,” You replied. “But if you’re going to be late for work, I should make it worth your time.”
“You are always worth my time,” He countered.
“Just sit,” You insisted, and he did as you asked, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. His eyes watched your every move as you slipped out of bed. You opened his closet door, and Keigo connected the dots as soon as he saw himself in the mirror.
“Really?” It was something he requested and that you hadn’t been completely open to in the early days of your relationship. It was new to you, and with Hawks reputation, it was hard to see anything more than those first few dates. You thought once he got what he wanted he’d leave. That was until you really got to know him, and learned it was all an act.
“You’ve mentioned it before,” You reminded shyly. “We don’t have to though, I-”
“Get over here, now.” You smiled as you stepped towards him. Keigo turned you to face the mirror and your cheeks burned causing you to look away. Even though this was your idea, it was still a little hard to commit. You loved to watch Keigo, loved to see his worries melt away and the way his face scrunched when he came, but watching yourself? It was intimidating.
“This is for you, I-I don’t need to see what I look like,” You mumbled. What if you looked funny or went cross eyed or…
“It’s only fun if you look too,” Keigo chuckled, as he pulled your panties down and guided you backwards. 
“Trust me. I want you to see how perfect you look sitting on my cock,” He whispered. You felt his length sliding through your folds as he separated your legs, your weight now in his hands as your thighs draped over his. You had been naked before him many times, but you had never felt so exposed as you slowly looked in the mirror. Your lips parted in a soft gasp as he entered you, and you watched as you sunk onto his cock. Keigo always filled you well, but this time it felt like more. As if watching somehow made him bigger
“So, fucking beautiful,” He breathed. Keigo started off slow, your eyes stayed on where you were connected as he pulled in and out of you and you realized he was right. There was some beauty in it - in the two of you becoming one. You could see how his hands moved, how his eyes watched you, how his wings fluttered when you clenched around him. You could see the warmth in his eyes, and how so much of his pleasure depended on yours.
“F-Faster,” You panted, and Keigo didn’t hesitate. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he bounced you on his cock, his veins dragging against your sensitive walls. Keigo’s eyes didn’t leave the mirror, the image of you arching against him was captivating. The way your breasts bounced, how your thighs jiggled and how well your cunt sucked him in had him mesmerized. He reached around your hip, his fingers grazing your clit and he could have cum from watching how your body reacted to him, but he withheld. The moment wasn’t quite as perfect as he wanted.
“M’close,” You gasped and Keigo took your chin with his other hand forcing your head back up.
“I want you to see what I see,” He breathed. “How beautiful you look cumming on my cock.” His words made the coil in your stomach tighten, and any embarrassment you had felt became an afterthought.
“And when you come undone, I want you to say my name,” He whispered his commands into your skin, and you could only nod as you watched yourself through squinted eyes. Keigo felt you tightening around him, and he drew quicker circles on your clit. You always said you got lost in him, in his eyes, in his voice, in his charming smile, but you had no idea what your perfect self did to him. How easy it was to bend the rules – to be a little late to his duties when the choice came between them or you. If any of them could see you now, how stunning you looked bouncing on his lap, he’s sure they would understand if he never went to work again.  
“Ke-Keigo!” You screamed his name, over and over again and you somehow managed to keep your eyes opened. Keigo’s gaze caught yours in the mirror as you cried his name, as your walls shuddered around his cock, as you arched into him, and it's all he needed to release inside you. He fucked you through your orgasm and his, his grip on your chin releasing when you relaxed against him. He still watched you in the mirror as you came down from your high, and he followed your gaze to where you remained connected. 
“So, beautiful,” Keigo mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled, turning your head to look at him.
“Enough to get you through the day?” You teased and he chuckled.
“You are all I will be thinking about today.”
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gojou-violin · 1 year
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happy birthday, darling
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| pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x fem!bodied!reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. HEAVY on the breeding kink. HEAVY on the possessive kink. fem!receiving!oral. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies, gents, and my nonbinary sibs). keigo uses his feathers....... for things.....
| summary: marrying your childhood best friend means you have to get a bit more creative with your gift ideas when keigo's birthday rolls around.
| wc: 3.2k
| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon , @preciousamethyst , @mimic-of-hysy
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When you were younger, Keigo used to stare at you. It was the oddest thing. Him sitting there across from you, his elbow propped up on the table, his hand tucked under his chin, a smug grin across his face. To be frank, it was difficult being the two youngest heroes at the Hero Public Safety Commission, but at least you two had each other because the Commission got exactly what they wanted: Two top Pro Heroes who became the face of Heroes after All Might’s retirement. You two were on every billboard, every commercial on TV, every talk show that asked for you, and so on. Over the years Keigo never stopped staring at you, though. Even though he’d likely stared at every feature a billion times just to commit it to memory, he continued to take every opportunity he could to stare at you while grinning. Billboards and posters be damned, he was the only person in the entire world who ever got to look at you up close and personal.
The Commission was even more excited when they found out that the two of you were dating. Their “power couple” was all they hoped for because it meant more opportunities for them to shove you two down the public’s throat to increase Keigo’s chances of beating Endeavor for the #1 Hero spot. That was never your dream. That was Keigo’s. But if making your relationship public helped his odds, then you were more than willing to play along with the Commission’s games… Even when things got too personal or too odd. Some of the requests they made were absolutely uncalled for and seemingly barbaric. They were practically begging you and Keigo to start having kids. Kids! Of all things, while you and Keigo were still in the dating phase, they wanted you to have a family! How outrageous. Yet, every time you argued with the Commission’s board about their invasive questions or decisions, Keigo would never pipe in to help you out— Hell, he never said a word during those meetings.
When discussions of having a very public and televised wedding came about in order to soothe your worries of having a family, that was when Keigo finally stepped in. With his smug grin and nonchalant attitude, he took your hand in his, easily told off the Commission, threatened them to stay out of your business, then dragged you out of the Public Safety office with him. It was your turn to stare in amazement. The way he carried himself so smoothly was like he was floating and he was carrying you along for the ride— He was so cool about it… But how could you expect anything less from your best friend? Throughout the years, he had been the one person who was always in your corner no matter what, which was ultimately why you did say yes when he genuinely proposed a couple of weeks later on Christmas Eve.
Keigo was perfect in every way.
Sure, yes, he was handsome as hell, and every woman in the country was jealous of the fact that they never even had a shot with him because the two of you had obviously been in love since you were kids but didn’t know what to make of it until you were older. But that wasn’t the point! Keigo was funny, charismatic, kind, caring, attentive, and stupid. Like, sometimes he could say or do something that had you wondering how he ever managed to survive adulthood. Yet that was exactly why you loved him because he was spontaneous, and everything he did was for your sake. Stealing you away from the Commission when they wanted to force you to marry him was for your sake. Refusing to entertain the idea of forcing you to have a family was for your sake. Asking you to marry him when he was sure that you meant it and weren’t just going to do it for the Commission— That was for you. He wanted everything to be for you. Living and breathing were for you.
Following Christmas, you knew you had to do something amazing for Keigo’s birthday. It truly sucked that his birthday happened to land after Christmas because growing up no one ever gave him gifts for both celebrations— Well… No one got either of you gifts for anything, really. That was the con to growing up as a pet of the Commission. Keigo’s parents never bought anything for him because his father was abusive and neglectful, and after he was arrested his mother was too poor to buy anything, and then the Commission couldn’t have given two shits about holidays or birthdays. The only gifts Keigo ever got were from you, and vice versa.
But after proposing to you to make Christmas truly special, you knew that you had to outdo yourself for his birthday. So you started dropping hints here and there to see what you could conjure up at the last second to add onto the pile of gifts you’d been collecting all year for him.
“Why’d you never say anything at the meetings in October?” you asked him at 11 P.M. on the 27th as you laid in bed together.
The meetings in September and October had all been about you and Keigo having kids, and the logistics of it all. Your family would be on the front page of every magazine. Your pregnancy would be announced to the world the second the tests came in positive, your progress would be tracked by the press, the whole country would celebrate your children's births, your children would be interviewed every year to see what it was like to be raised by the Pro Heroes. You hated the idea of making your family be public figures when you already dreaded it.
Keigo rolled over to face you. “Why do you think?”
“‘Cause you hate me?”
He laughed. “That, yes, but what else?”
You hid in his chest as you replied sincerely, “I don’t know… ‘Cause of what your parents did to you?”
That had to be too dark for a conversation only an hour before his birthday, so you panicked and tried to backtrack by quickly changing subjects, but Keigo caught you by wrapping his arms around you entirely then answering your initial question so quietly you barely heard him, causing you to think you’d heard wrong.
“I didn’t say anything then because hearing you argue with them made me scared.”
You looked up at him. “What?”
“You sounded so adamant about not wanting kids that I thought—”
“I want kids, Keigo.”
He went pale. “Wait, what?”
You smiled and hit his forehead playfully with your open palm. “Stupid! I know we both want kids because you always used to offer up the idea of playing house together, and you’d imagine up four kids! I was arguing with them because it’s none of their damn business when, how, why you knock me up.”
Keigo caught your hand as it hung up in the air after you had gently smacked him, and you noticed that the notorious stare was back. His eyes were searching yours, then he was inspecting your nose and your cheeks, then your lips. He lingered there for a bit. Your lips. His lips. Fuck, his lips had always been so gentle and soft. However, the way he suddenly kissed you then was anything but swift and gentle. No, Keigo stopped staring just so he could instantly press his lips against yours while he was rolling on top of you, trapping you beneath him.
“You’re an idio—” you tried to mumble, but he kissed you harder.
You were definitely sure of what his birthday gift would be the second your hands played with the hem of his black sleep t-shirt, and his hands wandered down to your hips. He was going to love this gift.
Every time the two of you had sex, no matter how “out there” it was, you always used protection because it was something you both preferred as a means to not give the Commission what they wanted; but this time, as you pulled Keigo’s shirt off and he slid your shorts down, your hands were holding onto the hem of his pajama pants so that he couldn’t slide away to grab a condom even if he wanted to— Which, he never showed an interest while he was staring down at you again.
“So?” you croaked warily.
He grinned. “So…”
As he had you sit up a bit so that he could carefully pull your shirt over your head, you officially decided then and there to give everything you possibly had in life to him. He already had your heart so why not throw everything else in there, too?
“When, how, why…” you muttered.
“When, how, why…” He kissed down your jawline from ear to chin before moving to your neck. “Do you really mean it?”
Your fingers tangled themselves in his shaggy blonde hair. A long time ago, when Keigo first kissed you in your teenage years, you had made an in-the-moment decision to play with his hair as an attempt to keep him close, and that was the first time you’d ever heard him make… Well, a certain noise. It was a mix between a moan and a whine for more. But the discovery of that noise was like striking gold because for the rest of your relationship you had always gone to play with his hair whenever it was just the two of you because you absolutely loved to drag that cute noise out of your boyfriend— No, your fiance. You liked knowing that there was one thing you could do that no one else could. One secret that belonged to just the two of you.
“I really mean it,” you replied as that moan fell from his lips.
Keigo acted like a wild animal immediately after that. The clothes were gone which meant that nothing was in his way now to stop him from absolutely devouring you and making you his. With so much ease, he shimmied between you legs then spread them wide so that he had a clear view of what he always drooled over—
“Fuck, Kei—” Your hands pulled at his hair a bit as he suddenly licked a stripe through your folds with his tongue before playing torturously fast with your clit.
As you moaned and bucked your hips, your face turning to the side, you saw the time: 11:30 P.M. Only thirty minutes ‘til his birthday.
You decided to egg him on by grinding your hips against his face. He smirked and went faster, his fingers now teasing your entrance to see how wet you were for him. Surprise, surprise, he laughed when he felt you practically dripping onto the sheets.
“Does it really fascinate you that much, baby?” he teased, his mouth pulling away from your aching clit. “Having a baby, I mean.”
You whined and tried to push him back down so that you could reach your orgasm, but he fought back against you, pulling your hands out of his hair before pinning them above your head. You pouted up at him. He could be cruel sometimes just because he wanted to see you beg for him a bit, the same way you enjoyed making him pathetically moan just with a tug of his hair. That was why you figured you must have been meant for each other because who else could deal with his bullshit?
“You’re being mean,” you said.
“It’s my birthday. I can do what I want.”
You checked the clock. “You’ve still got twenty-two minutes left, darling,” you teased back.
“Then I’ll have to make do for another twenty-two minutes.”
His hands were still wrapped around your wrists as he leaned down to kiss you slowly and delicately, a more familiar pace for the two of you; yet what took you by surprise was the feather-light touch on your clit that made your head spin. How was he—
And then you broke your kiss to take a look.
Two of his feathers had detached from his wings so that one could flick your clit back and forth while the other glided up and down the insides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine that made you arch your back so that your chests were smooshed together. Keigo smiled. He was so proud of himself and figuring out that this was the perfect time to figure out if you like his feathers that much. You’d thought of it before. Him using his feathers on you. There were endless possibilities to what he could do, but you were too shy to ever bring it up with him because it felt odd to ask your partner to use his Quirk-given “magical” feathers to do disgraceful things to you. However, it seemed that Keigo always had the same thoughts on his mind, too, because he did it so thoughtlessly, like he knew all along what you desired and wanted to spoil you, even though it was his birthday and not yours.
“That the spot?” he teased even more wickedly.
“Kei, please.”
“Please? Please, what?”
The feather on your thighs moved to help the other on your clit, melting you into a puddle. It was starting to feel less like his gift and more yours. What an asshole.
“Just fuck me,” you pleaded.
Keigo grinned and sat up on his knees, his right hand fisting his length to make sure that he was hard enough for you before lining himself up with your slick entrance. To your surprise, the feathers didn’t relent. In fact, two more feathers detached from his wings while he continued to tease his tip against where you needed him most, and they drifted down to your thighs, then they pushed, forcing you further apart and up so that you were practically folding in on yourself. There was no wiggle room. Unlike the other feathers, these felt like they weighed a ton in order to prevent you from moving a bit. He wanted you spread and in the perfect position for him to do… Well… Whatever he wanted with you. Per his birthday gift, you didn’t mind, so long as he allowed you to still touch him— Though he was a little shit that would take the opportunity to pin you hands back down if you weren’t too careful.
With his other hand holding your hips still, Keigo slowly pushed into you, careful not to interfere with the feathers that were still playing with your clit. His breath wavered as he entered. A brief yet generous moan left both of you in unison when he couldn’t hold himself back any longer from suddenly giving you every inch at once, regardless of how passionate he had meant to be originally. And once he gave in to every instinct he’d been holding back since you told him, “I want kids,” there was really no going back.
Keigo’s pelvis smacked against yours with each rough thrust that dragged him back so that his tip was barely in, all the way ‘til he was buried so deep in that you thought he was going to break you. Had something snapped in his head? Maybe you hadn’t realized just how eager he actually was to have a family with you, despite what the Commission wanted. If you were going to have a family, it was going to be on the terms the two of you set, not because of something a group of old men in a room wanted.
You dared to reach for his face. He didn’t protest. Your palms found his cheeks, your fingers split around his pierced ears, and you brought him in for another kiss. His body collapsed on yours. He let his feathers and his hips do all the work while you desperately fought for some kind of dominance with your tongue against his, but he was a dickhead and never liked to play fair, so he nipped your bottom lip to force you to give in.
All you had left to give was, “You’re mine. No one else’s. Mine.”
Keigo fucked you faster to the point that the feathers on your clit even picked up their pace and pressure to show their appreciation.
“Mine,” he moaned into your mouth.
You pinched his chin to push him back so that you could look into his eyes. He was so handsome with those black lines on the inner and outer corners of his golden eyes. Maybe your kids would have the same eyes.
“To hell with what they want.”
Keigo’s grin widened, though his pace was getting sloppy, a sign that he was already teetering on the edge but was holding out for you to join him. “T-To hell with— with what they want…” He fell on you again, another feather joining those on your clit so that you could join him soon. “All mine… No matter what happens…”
His grip on your hips tightened, the feathers on your thighs contorted you another inch or so, his face hid in the crook of your neck, and wings came down to cover both of you like a blanket, and suddenly he was letting go. With a heavy groan and a rough final thrust balls-deep, Keigo came, filling you up until you felt it already leaking out around his cock.
You dug your nails into the spot on his back that was just beside his wings as the feathers on your clit hit the right spot and you broke apart then and there. The coil in your stomach popped. A breathless croak of his name came out instead of the desperate moan of pleasure you had intended. And you felt yourself squeezing around his length, draining the last of what he had, earning yourself a cute little moan of mercy from him as a plea to stop over-stimming him— Like you had a choice in the matter. It was his fault for allowing the feathers to keep working you until you couldn’t breathe!
As you tried your best to calm down and catch your breath, Keigo released his Quirk, all of his feathers retreating to his wings. Keigo sat up a bit so that he could reach over for an extra decorative pillow that he shimmied under your hips— All while he was still inside of you. Both of you laughed at each other. He was such an idiot, doing everything he could to make sure this one time you happened to take it all seriously would mean actually having a kid. But that was kind of what you were hoping for deep down. To have something of yours that could also count as a big “fuck you” to the Commission because they would never get to make a cent off of your family, no matter how much they would plead, and that thought of them begging profusely brought a wicked smile to your face.
You looked over at the clock.
Keigo kissed your cheek.
“Happy birthday, darling.”
He barely looked out of the corner of his eye to see that it had just turned midnight. He pinched your sides and kissed you one more time.
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M A S T E R L I S T
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M H A F A N F I C S
Something to Live For [Dabi x F!Reader]
Angst & fluff occurring after ch. 390 of the manga
Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. I
Pregnancy angst
Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. II
Pregnancy angst, smut, & fluff
To Keep You Warm [Dabi x F!Reader]
Showering with Dabi smut
An Egg in the Nest [Hawks x F!Reader]
Pregnancy angst
Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. I
Hawks comforts you while you’re on your period smut
Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. II
Hawks helps get rid of your cramps smut
Not the Wings [Hawks x F!Reader]
Impact play and pegging Hawks smut
Living the Dream [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]
You stumble into the MHA universe
Early Bird [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]
Hero & villain threesome smut
The Sky Is Falling [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]
You, Hawks, & Dabi experiment with edibles smut
Keep Your Enemies Closer [Dabi x Hawks]
DabiHawks angst & smut
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M H A D R A B B L E S
I’d go to hell for you [Dabi x Reader]
Toxic relationship angst
Let me help you [Dabi x F!Reader]
Injured Dabi angst
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M H A H E A D C A N O N S
Hawks
SFW & NSFW
Dabi
SFW & NSFW
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sanscat0414 · 2 months
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Final Note
Hawks x Dead Reader
Synopsis: Hawks thinking of you and reacting to yoru feat after a villain murdered you.
Warning: Death, angst, Sad Hawks
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‘You can’t be gone’ was the first thought Hawks had when he saw the carnage before him. Collapsed buildings surround him and you. You were on the ground unmoved with civilian. They were sad looking down on your body as they tried their best to help you. Hawks got a call a villain was a mist and came as fast as he can. He remembered you were on patrol in that area so he was extra speedy. The villain in question was only a few feet away from where you three stood, passed out with considerable damage on him.
He froze he didn’t know what to do. He’s love is now on the ground bleeding without a trace of life. The civilian started to talk “They.. saved me. They blocked me from all the fighting and they stopped the villain but the villain….”
Hawks snapped out of it and went to hold you in his arms, desperately searching for any semblance of life.
“ H/n told me something before they passed out. They said that they had a note in there pocket and make sure if they don’t make it to tell someone. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” The civilian said as their voice was shaky.
After a few seconds Hawks finally spoke “there’s an ambulance that way. If you can’t walk I can take you.. just give me a moment.”
He sounded so dejected, the usual humor and cheer he had was gone. He wanted nothing more but to hold you and cry but he had to make sure the civilian was safe. The civilian nodded and went the direction that Hawks had pointed. As soon as the civilian was out of sight, he broke down. He nuzzled his had into your neck as he clung on to you as he cried. He knew, he knew you were gone but he can’t believe it. He couldn’t accept it.
“Please baby. Please wake up….” He knew but he still begged you to stay. Still begged you to open your eyes hoping that this was just a nightmare.
A few minutes passed but before a few more hero’s came to the scene. They saw hawks holding you as he cried. They knew they shouldn’t intervene, they saw how much Hawks cared for you, they saw how desperately he clung on to your cold body. They left him alone, dragging the unconscious villain away.
He searched your pocket remember what the civilian told him.
“Dear Keigo,
If your reading this, I am dead. I keep this pretty updated; after all being a hero is dangerous. I never know when will be the last time we see each other. There’s a lot I want to say and do with you but fate had other plans. I know how you are love, and I want you to know if we did have a argument before then I forgive you or if I was at fault, I’m sorry. My birdie… my love… my life. Thank you. Thank you for being my one and only. Thank your for being my hero. I want you to be happy without me. Find someone better or not just be happy. If not for yourself the for me. I know it’s tough, I probably break if I knew your were dead too. I know your going to have a hard time moving on but just know; no matter where I am or what I am (I might be a ghost haunted you oooOoOoOoooOo) I always love you. If there a great beyond then I will be waiting at the gates for you. Oh and there a box of stuff under my side of the bed is for you, to keep or to burn.”
He held you close for another hour before he carried you away from the scene. Hawks eyes never left your face. He was focused on getting you out. The heros had to pry him off of you. He loved too much to see you go, even if he knew that you were no longer with him.
Your funeral was a blur to him. Hawks had completely shut down after your death. He didn’t try to keep up his image, his once cheerful demeanor was gone. He no longer interacted with fans, no longer gave them any smiles, he just did his job. When he finally was ready he went and found the box you had left him.
It was a memo box, full of all your favorite moments together. There was photos, a book full of your thoughts, gifts you had planned to give you and the one that hit hard the most was the little trinkets you kept that he gave you. Hawks always gave you whatever he saw that he liked, that was his bird instinct coming out. He find little things to give you from his patrols whether it was a shiny rock or just some random thin go he found on the ground. You were always happy to see those gifts. Hawks looked at every item with love and sadness. It was the first time he smiled after your passing. Memories of you, and those gifts you left him was all so important to him. That box and everything in it was most his most valuable and cherished items along with all the photos of you together.
He knows you want him to live happy and he will try. Hawks wanted to create new memories to tell you when you find each-other once more. It doesn’t matter where he is he always remember you always think of you would like the place he went or things he did. He always will be yours and only yours.
“Baby, I wonder if you’re watching right now…. I miss you. When we meet agian I love to tell you all the things I did. I hope you’re happy wherever you are.”
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stxrmylxve · 1 year
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PROMPT: Hawks. Exhibitionism. Plz. Thanks
@sorathebest15
NOTES: hawks x fem!reader, exhibitionism, nickname (baby bird)
Hawks slammed you against the window, the whole city below unsuspecting your naked form. Though, if one person were to look up, they would see one of the world’s most famous pro-heroes fucking a petty little girl.
They called you ‘petty’ like that simply because everybody wanted hawks for themselves. It hurt you, in all reality, but it just made hawks that much more determined to prove you were his and worth every second of his praise.
“Aww.. you getting off to this? You sweet baby bird..” he cooes, wrapping his hands around your neck as he purposefully arched your back for you.
“What will the people below think?” he starts, pushing himself in slightly as you looked down at the city below, “what will they think when they see how passionate we are about each other?”
“Mhp! What if someone w-walks in?” you stutter out, trying your best to stay conscious with his hand still squeezing your neck.
As if on cue, an associate of his knocked on the door. He frowned and let go of your neck, but not pulling out, as he pulled his pants up and shot his wings up around you.
“Come in.” he says, ruffling his hair as the person awkwardly walked in. Hawks placed a soft hand on your head, forcing it down a little as he turned around with a smile.
“What do you need?” he asks, staring back out of the window as if he was in thought.
“Uhm.. why are your wings out?” his associate asks, earning a sharp glare and a forced smile.
“stretching.” is all hawks replies with.
“Alright… well, here are the files you asked me to run. That’s all, I’ll be going now.” they say, their reflection of their bow bouncing off of the glass as they stood back up and walked off, shutting the door behind them with a ‘click’.
“What, did you like that or somethin’? You’re offly wet now.” hawks says with a laugh, returning his hand to around your throat as he pulled you up to stare up at him, his stubble tickling your nose.
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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Morning Bird
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, morning fluff, domestic fluff, naked cuddles, gentle kisses, teasing, flirting, suggestive content, soft Keigo Takami
Word count: 0.7k
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A/N: I was so happy to get this commission! Hawks fluff!
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“Keigo, that tickles.” Your laughter is half muffled by your pillow. You hear Keigo chuckle beside you, a feather still trailing up your naked back. You’re about to say something to him again when you feel the feather replaced by the delicious pressure of lips.
“Better?” He asks between kisses.
“Much.” You sigh and melt into the bed, letting yourself be woken up by more kisses.
When Keigo reaches your neck he bites you playfully, smirking against your skin as you squirm beside him.
He gently takes hold of your wrist and pulls you over on your back. You feel him parting your thighs to slide between them, his lips still on your neck, “Good morning my love.”
“Good morning to me indeed.” You trail your fingers over his hips, up his back to his wings, “I see someone got their wings back.” You slowly blink your eyes open.
Keigo is starting down at you, his head slightly tilted to the side, a big smile on his face before he dives in for a kiss. You sigh against his mouth as his tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip.
“I feel much better this morning.” His mouth trails lower across your neck, “All thanks to you. Last night was amazing.”
Your cheeks heat up as you remember the events, Keigo’s mouth and hands all over you, legs wrapped tight around his hips as he thrust into you without mercy, the things he said to you, how you moaned each other’s name as you both reached your peak over and over.
“I’m still sore.”
“Aww, sweetheart. Want me to kiss it better?” He moves back to wink at you, his eyes traveling lower down your body. You gulp as you feel a familiar heat pooling between your thighs.
“I don’t think it would help.” You squeeze your thighs together, your lips parting in a moan, “You’d make it worse.”
“Too bad.”
You can’t help but chuckle at Keigo’s pout.
“Maybe later.” He smile returns, even brighter than before.
“You can’t resist me can you babe?” Keigo moves away from you, swinging his legs off the bed and stretching his arms above his head, his wings following, spreading behind him, sending a few stray feathers flying around the room. “I can feel you ogling me. Not that I mind.”
You don’t respond. Instead you sit up and scoot close to him, leaning in and kissing the little expanse of bare back between his wings. Keigo yelps and flinches. He gets up abruptly, not letting you see his face, which you full well know is completely red by now.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish. You know that’s my weak spot.” He grumbles, picking up his boxers from the floor and putting them on. “You want my shirt or?”
“Sure.” Keigo bends goes over to the closet and pulls out a blue, short-sleeved shirt. He tosses it to you. “What do you want for breakfast today love?”
“You know what? Surprise me?” Keigo turns back to look at you, his blush mostly gone by now. He runs his hand through his messy hair, “Of course... I could just eat you. That’s my favorite breakfast.” He makes a V shape with his fingers and swipes his tongue through the middle.
Now it was your turn to blush bright red, “You’re terrible.”
“And yet you married me anyway.”
“Well you do have a few good traits.” You put his shirt on and make your way to him, one hand on his chest as you plant a kiss on his jaw.
“Do I? And what are they?”
You smirk, “You’ll find out if you follow me to the bathroom.” You walk away, glancing back at him as you close the bathroom door. You don’t even get the shirt off again before Keigo burst through the door, arms wrapping around you, kissing you with all he has. You giggle against him as you let him carry you to the shower.
“I guess you’ll be sore for the whole day huh? Don’t worry, I did promise to kiss it better and I’m a man of my word.” He kisses you again, and again and again.
“I know. That’s reason number one.” You tangle your hands into his hair, leaning your head back, offering your neck for him to kiss, “And there’s many more where that  came from.” But you didn’t get to list them until an hour later.
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welkinsky · 1 year
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Hawks X Reader | When You Two Started Getting Closer
A/N: I've had this idea in mind for sometime so here it is.
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I could see that he would be a little bit uncomfortable at first. Not that he doesn't like it. He did, but he has never let anyone this near to his REAL personality. He always put on a show for the world, but you could see right through it all.
At first, he always brushed it off, but every encounter with you ended with him thinking, "Am I that transparent?" So to test it once more, he ends up "accidentally" bumping into you a lot. And every time, you left him even more insecure in his abilities to hide it all from the world.
You always would ask a question that'd hit a nerve but ended the conversation with such soothing words that would make him look at himself differently, in a good way.
You can see the good in him, and he always saw the bad. You were determined not to be his support system but rather to show him what you can see because you want him to be independent in his ability to bring himself up when he is down emotionally. But you ended up as both in the end.
After a couple of months, he was hooked on you! The people he hung out with were other pro heroes who would repeat the same nonsense things repeatedly or he was with press & media people who were toxic as hell! They knew exactly how to use him for their profits and hawks knew it all. But the cycle of always being in the limelight was so natural to him that now he cannot live without it.
But with you, it was all different. You could see his insecurities and his own "made-up flaws" oh-so-clearly. You confused him with your kindness and your affection. His mind would be running with questions like, "What are you even getting out of this?". This is why with you, he could feel like he just wants to let out all the emotions that he has been burying for all these years. 
He felt safe but he didn't know it yet because he never felt it before. He didn't know how it felt to be emotionally safe with someone. This broke your heart because you could see how kind he was and how observant he was for others and would sacrifice a lot for them, who would never do the same for him. Also, you can see how he is wrapped up in these materialistic dopamine kicks that are actually hurting his inner peace and happiness.
You had no motive to be with him at first because of his Playboy persona. So all you wanted for your favorite hero was to be happy off-camera too. But as you started understanding him more, somehow helping him healed you as well.
He'd get distant at times when you were too straightforward because you scared him. And you understood that, so you tried to be as subtle in helping as you could, but sometimes you just couldn't help but state the obvious. And he cannot stay away from you for long too so he'd come back around.
It came to a point that you two had very deep feelings for each other but were just confused if these were because of the way you two can see through each other or do you actually like each other.
If you could see from a third person's perspective, it could have not been any clearer that you two were in love.
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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years
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Okokok how about Keigo and reader, things start getting heated (maybe she’s riding him?) but he gets a call and tries to do the “stay quiet” but reader being the difficult one she is starts messing with his feathers😍😍
This is a brilliant idea! I hope you enjoy it sweetheart ❤️
Title : Compromising position
Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader
Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Smut/ cock warming.
Summary : Keigo receives an important phone call while you two were intimate, which makes him halt your activities for a few minutes. But being the brat you are, you decided to play a little game with him.
Please do not read if you're a minor
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_ "Ah fuck! Why now?"
_ "Haah.. just.. ignore it." You request breathlessly as you switch from bouncing to grinding on top of him.
His hands are no longer cradling your ass cheeks as he moves one of them to bring his phone to himself and keeps the other on your waist squeezing in an attempt to slow you down.
_ "Baby I have to take this, fuck.. please stop for a moment and be quiet."
But that's not good. How can you stop when you're already nearing your orgasm?
_ "But Keigo.. can't it wait? Just call them later please!" Your words are coming out in a moan, one that almost got him throwing his phone away and upthrusting animalistically into your heat until you're unable to utter a sound.. But not today.
_ "Ugh.. Baby please listen to me just this once and I promise I'll make it up to you." The hand around your waist is now back on your ass cheek squeezing gently.
_ "Fine!" You whine as you reluctantly halt all movements.
A minute has passed, and then another, and another but he's not done with the phone conversation yet.
It's infuriating, the way he's able to control himself despite being buried inside you while you're struggling to keep your cool. Each laughter he dares let out vibrates throughout your core, ech small shifting of his body drives him even deeper into you.
That's it, you're done being nice. It's time for you to get back at him.
You lean in and nuzzle his neck earning yourself a flinch and a tighter squeeze on your ass cheek where he's been resting his palm.
You smirk against his flesh and he feels it, clearing his throat as a way of getting your attention, but you choose to ignore him this once.
You move up and place open mouthed kisses along his jawbone and slowly go down until you reach his pulse where you linger, enjoying the vibrations of his voice under your lips.
You have no idea who he's talking to or for what reason, but you finally start paying attention as soon as he starts stumbling over his words. You're enjoying it, so you decide to take it up a notch.
You start by tracing his chest, gently caressing and grazing his skin using your nails.
_ "Uh.. yeah.. I see I see.." he's now struggling to hold the phone conversation, "babe please stop." and his whispered beggings fall on deaf ears.
One of your hands travels around to land on his ruffled feathers and he jumps in surprise unintentionally grinding his rock hard dick against your unexpected walls.
You bite down on his shoulder to prevent yourself from crying out his name and getting him in an awkward situation with whoever he's talking to.
But you're not done yet, this is a lot more fun than you thought.
You move your other hand to join the first in torturing his crimson wings. You start slow, only caressing his feathers and gently tracing them from base to tips.
The grip on your ass cheek only grows tighter, and you can already imagine the hand shaped bruises awaiting to show on your flesh by morning. The thought has just brought the sluttiest moan out of your throat and you made sure it was delivered straight into keigo's ear.
_ "What?.. ah no no that was nothing! I guess it's just.. umm.. the neighbors' cat! Yeah." He's desperately trying to save his ass and it's an amusing view, but most importantly, intriguing.
You bring your hands back to the base of his wings and fondle the juncture between his flesh and feathers all the while watching the way his teeth are sinking into his lip as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
You almost lose control over yourself when his dick starts pulsating inside of you, but he's still not moving and he's still not hanging up the phone so this is not over.
You decide to attack his exposed neck kissing, sucking and nibbling, not caring about the way he's tapping on your butt to get you to stop.
You travel down to his chest licking the dip between his well defined pecs before latching onto his nipples, moving from one to the other and sucking hungrily.
_ "Fuck! Babe please stop you'll get me in trouble if you keep this up." but you do not listen to his hushed pleading, quite the contrary, you go back to your favorite newly discovered way of teasing him: his wings.
You tighten and relax your grip on the feathers repeatedly, grazing your nails against them and pulling gently.
He's mad, and he's horny, and it's all thanks to you.
_ "Alright sir, may I call you later? In a couple of hours? Okay, thank you." And he finally hangs up.
_ "Oh! A couple of hours?" You smirk suggestively, hands still playing with his wings, but the look on your face changes into a shocked one when he thrusts up into your pussy a couple of times before throwing you on your back and pushing your thighs up and apart, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to him.
_ "You had your fun sweetheart, now it's my turn."
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FLUFFTOBER!!
A month full of MHA fluff 😅😅!!
*I am very unorganized and probably won’t write one for everyday, but I’ll try to do as many as possible! Really don’t think I’m cut out for this lol. I keep forgetting to write these! I’m 4 days behind!! (I’ll try to get caught up!)
Day 7: Hate At First Sight
Reader x Hawks
He hates you. He can’t stand you.
It’s not that you are mean. You aren’t. It’s not that you’re utterly repulsive, you are rather attractive.
It’s not that you have horribly annoying habits, or are entitled and spoiled. You are the complete opposite of all those things. So he can’t quite pinpoint why he feels so intensely about you.
He doesn’t know why his heart pounds so hard in his chest when you get a touch too close to him. Why his wings puff out when you talk to someone else.
He doesn’t understand what about you makes him so flustered. So off his game. So frustrated.
Hate. Hate was the only thing he could think of as he sat at his desk. Tapping the pen in his hand restlessly.
Fingers drumming against the smooth oak desk.
Why couldn’t he get you off his godforsaken mind. Why was he was almost constantly thinking of you now.
He had only known you for a month. Some new internship program the Commission had insisted he partake in. Rising heroes could move to different countries for more worldwide experiences and exposure. Of course you had jumped right in. One of the lucky few picked to intern with the top heroes of Japan.
He just figured he would show you the ropes and then pass you off to Endeavor. But you ended up liking his agency. At first he didn’t mind. But the longer you stayed, the more he noticed you. The more he became distracted by you.
That’s all you were to him. Just a distraction. Something his peripheral never failed to pick up on.
He had been ruthlessly trained by the Commission to suppress all feelings. So why in the hell were you the one to make him feel so out of control.
A soft knock on the door cause him to tense. He sent a feather quickly to the door’s edge. His body froze. He knew that heartbeat better than his own.
“Come in.” He gritted out.
The door clicked softly against the jam.
“Hey,” You said coolly.
You had tried to be nice with Hawks. After all he was said to have been one of the most amiable pros. But since the day you had arrived you had felt like nothing more than an annoyance to him.
“You wanted to see me?” You continued, ignoring his not so subtle glaring at you.
“Erm- yes. I wanted to talk about your position here and where you see yourself going.”
“I see myself staying here, finishing my internship and then returning back to the place I call home. Unless you were referring to after work, because tonight I see myself going out with my really nice colleagues sans the Bossman, and enjoying my time in Japan.”
You smug grin made his blood boil. Of course he was only mad at your irresponsibility, or so he told himself. It’s not like the idea of others getting close to you and seeing you smile, and them hearing you laugh. Making you laugh.
No. He chided himself. He was simply upset with the look on your face and the not-so-subtle jab you made at him.
"Then, perhaps you should reconsider your plans for the evening. As we just got in a rather large amount of paperwork and I need someone to stay behind and work on that."
Your mouth dropped open.
"Are you kidding me?" You said, eyes narrowing.
"Nope!" He smiled, popping the 'p'.
Which is how you ended up still at work around six thirty, in your boss's office doing paperwork as your boss "supervised" you.
You were sure the jerk was getting some kind of sick pleasure from this. You glared as he walked up to the little side desk you had been working on and dropped yet another pile of papers down.
You were fed up. "What is your deal with me?!" You shout standing up and slamming your hands down in the desk.
He flinched, stepping back. Pupils shrinking, almost animalistic.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Bull. You have had a problem with me since the day I showed up!"
"N-no I haven't." He backed away more, but this time you followed.
"Yes you have. And I'm sick of this game. If you hate me so much then just say it."
You walk towards him corning him at the edge of his desk. His wings flare and his face flushes a crimson red.
You pause. His eyes avoid yours. The ever confident, always cocky Hawks, wouldn't meet your eyes. No. He couldn't. All his body language seemed tense.
"Do you like me?" You asked, the realization dawning on you.
He crossed his arms defensively.
"No. You're just distracting. Can't get any work done 'round you." He scoffed, ears going pink.
He made eye contact swiftly. You grinned at the change in his demeanor. Every snarky remark, and all the nights he made you do extra paper work in his office. He had a school boy crush on you.
His wings ruffled quickly at your smile.
You started to laugh, which only seemed to drive his embarrassment further.
"It's not that funny." He whined.
"Oh, it most certainly is. Hawks. Let's go get something to eat. Im hungry and tired of paper work." You held your hand out to him.
He hesitated, then grasped your hand, turning his head further away to hide his blush.
So. Maybe it wasn't hate at all?
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Knives and Feathers.
FANTASY HAWKS AU
Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.
Hawks x FemReader
SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,
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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.
You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.
You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.
Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.
“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.
You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.
You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.
Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.
You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...
You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.
And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.
And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.
You smiled softly at him.
Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.
For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.
Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you
“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”
You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.
His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.
Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.
The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said
“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”
You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.
He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.
“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.
He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.
Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.
He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.
And tonight would be different.
Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.
It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.
“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.
Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke
“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”
Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation
“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.
Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.
“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.
“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.
But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.
“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.
“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.
As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.
You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.
You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.
Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”
“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.
Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.
You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.
Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.
It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.
You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.
“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped
Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand
“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly
“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his
You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.
“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you
You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.
Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.
Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.
You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.
Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.
“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.
Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.
Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.
You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.
“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.
“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.
“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”
He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.
“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.
He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.
Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.
“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.
You only glare at him in response.
“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you
“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,
Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.
His eyes darken as he releases a breath.
“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly
Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.
Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.
His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.
“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.
Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.
Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.
You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.
His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.
“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset
“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing
“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.
“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.
His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.
“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.
“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.
Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.
Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.
Chuckling darkly he spoke again.
“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”
Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.
“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.
You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.
“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”
Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.
“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.
“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.
“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.
Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied
“Good.”
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