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OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

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psychostxr · 4 months

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PUPPET ── Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE. tragedies

WARNINGS. angst, cursing

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SYNOPSIS. a villain being in love with a hero always ends in heartbreak

"Dammit!" (y/n) hisses, tears pricking her eyes.

She sits on the toilet seat in her bathroom, her heart beating against her chest. Her hand trembles as she holds the pregnancy test, staring at the two pink lines. It's positive.

The test falls to the tiled floor. The pink lines taunt (y/n), confirming her worst fears. It feels like the walls are closing in on her as she struggles to catch her breath. Her tears finally fall down her cheeks.

Her upbringing was far from ordinary. Being born into a family of villains, (y/n) was trained to follow in her parent's footsteps and expected to revel in the destruction of hero society. She's never known the warmth and stability of a happy family. The idea of love and nurturing feels foreign.

How could she possibly handle the responsibility of raising a child? She can barely look after herself. Her mind races with thoughts, doubts, and fears, threatening to engulf her in a tidal wave of uncertainty.

Taking deep breaths, (y/n) attempts to calm herself. She closes her eyes and presses a hand to her stomach. She couldn't deny the truth of carrying another living being within her. But another presence invades her thoughts, Keigo.

"Shit," she whispers, eyes opening. "How am I tell gonna tell him?"

Keigo is a Pro Hero, a god the civilians of Japan praise. And (y/n)'s a former villain, a convict still wanted by Japan.

How would the public react to their relationship? What would happen now that she's carrying the child of the Number 3 Pro Hero? Does Keigo even want to be a father?

(y/n) shakes her head, shooing away those thoughts.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay," (y/n) says, trying to reassure herself. "I've dealt with worse and got through it. This will be easy." She pauses. "Hopefully."

Gathering her strength, (y/n) picks up the pregnancy test and throws it in the bin beside the toilet. She walks to the sink to wash her hands and clean her face.

The water cools down her face, but when (y/n) sees her reflection in the mirror, she sees how unattractive she looks. Her eyes are puffy, her face red, and her nose scrunches to stop the snot from running.

She looks far from happy at that moment. She knows that. But all she can do is put up a front and pretend she is. So she smiles and hopes for the best when Keigo arrives later after patrol.

But fate has other plans.

As (y/n) opens her refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, a knock at the balcony sliding door interrupts her. She stares at the glass door, her heart skipping and her grip on the plastic bottle tightening when her eyes lock with Keigo's golden ones.

She smiles. "Fuck me."

(y/n) moves to unlock the sliding door, inviting the winged hero inside before closing it again. Keigo stands in the middle of the lounge, unusual from the routine (y/n) was used to. Normally, he would hug and kiss her by now, but today is different. Her senses are telling her something is wrong.

"Not that I don't love your company," she starts nervously, "You're usually only over once the sun is down. So what's the occasion?"

Keigo's gaze avoids (y/n)'s, allowing his eyes to roam around the apartment that's felt like home for the last couple of months. (y/n) can feel the tension in the air. But before she can ask another question, Keigo utters the words she fears.

"(y/n), we need to talk."

(y/n) breathes through her nose, her heart sinking as she sits on the couch. She crosses her arms, hoping it will somehow protect her from hearing what Keigo needs to say. Keigo turns to look at her, and (y/n) searches Keigo's eye for answers, but all she finds is emptiness.

"I- We can't do this anymore, (y/n)," Keigo says, his voice tired. "We're just not meant to be."

(y/n) inhales sharply through her teeth. The room seems to spin, and the world blurs around her. How could Keigo leave her? Now, of all times to do so?

Tears well up in (y/n)'s eyes, but she fights to hold them back. She turns her head, not wanting Keigo to see her like this. She won't let him see her weakness, her vulnerability.

She shakily sighs. "I should've known this was coming."

Her elbow moves to sit on the couch's arm, and her hand covers her mouth as she shakes her head. She closes her eyes momentarily before opening them and uncovers her mouth.

"I should've known that a hero couldn't love a villain." Her voice trembles as she continues. "I'm so stupid to think I could live a normal life and be happy. But villains don't get happily ever afters." She turns to face Keigo. "Only tragedies."

"(y/n), it's not like that."

"Really?" She scoffs. "Then please, explain to me what other reason you would have to want to break up with me?"

Anger and hurt swell within (y/n). How could he leave her after everything they've been through together? Did the promises he made years ago mean nothing to him?

Keigo hesitates, his gaze falling to the floor. "I've found someone else."

"Bullshit!" (y/n) exclaims, standing up to point an accusing finger at the blond. "If you're going to lie to me, at least make sure it's believable. It took me months to get you to break down your walls and even learn your first name!" she argues, "I highly doubt you found a bitch that made you crack that quickly."

The silence between them is deafening, but (y/n)'s ragged breaths and rapid heartbeat cut the stillness.

"If you have nothing else to say, just leave," she says.

Keigo turns to open the glass door, oblivious to (y/n)'s secret. She wants to tell him the truth, to make him understand the gravity of their situation, but she won't beg him to stay if he won't willingly.

"But I hope you know you're making the biggest mistake of your life." Her words cause Keigo to stop in his tracks. "And you're going to regret it in the future."

Keigo glances at her. "I know."

(y/n) nods. "Just making sure."

Keigo's red wings outstretch as he stands on the balcony. They beat against the air, and he takes off, soaring through the sky.

(y/n) quickly locks the door and pulls the curtain closed before she crumbles to the floor, clutching her knees to her body and letting the tears flow freely.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm sorry."

(y/n)'s alone, facing a future with the weight of motherhood on her young shoulders. She knows she has to find the strength to face this situation as usual, but for now, all she can do is grieve the loss of Keigo and her broken heart.

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maiyami · 2 years

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𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝒜 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

“She was there…I swear she was.”

Keigo Takami X Female Reader

One-Shot

Minors do not interact. 18+

Unedited, I’m very sorry about that.

Content: Mentions of past relationship, dream walking, nsfw, dreams, hawks believes he sees his ex-girlfriend, open ended ending, smut, adult language, sex, trigger warnings, etc.

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It was just another night, crispy air surrounded Keigo as he made his way back to his penthouse. Back, wings, arm, legs…anything that could be sore and tired was. With a loud huff, he slid open the sliding glass door. Shimming his way through before taking in his now barren looking living room.

It actually sadden his soul, even though it’d been months…he still missed your presence. The scent of your vanilla perfume floating around your once shared space, and the way you beamed at him when he finally was able to come home. He wasn’t even sure he should still be this upset, one day you were here then the next gone. Never getting an explanation as to why you left.

With an even deeper sigh, he kicked his boots off. Shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over the couch before sulking off to the bathroom. Maybe an extremely cold shower will shake him out of the mood. Even though he knew it wouldn’t. He had become so accustomed to putting the water hotter than hell itself for you that it just came naturally once he started the shower.

A defeated chuckle left his lips, remembering how many times you’d both bicker over the temperature. Thinking how silly it all was now, how silly he was that he couldn’t just let you want to melt both your skin off with the heat. He remembered the little pout everytime on your adorable features when he even attempted to turn it cooler. Saying something along the lines of how your quirk didn’t keep you warm like his wings do for him. He always liked to play over that look on your face anytime he went into a too hot shower.

Exiting the bathroom now, he finally decided enough with these pesky emotions. Sleep will make it better, sleep always made things better for him. He can get lost in whatever his mind comes up with. Losing his towel that sat low on his hips, he planted himself flat on his stomach. Wispy hairs all over his pillow as slept took over his body.

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Keigo blinked his eyes open, furrowing his brows. A dreamless night? That was new, even for him. A groan slipping from his lips, he turned himself to his back. Staring up at his ceiling fan, watching the blades turn ever so slowly until a giggle graced his ears. He shot himself upright, he knew that giggle anywhere. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim room, he saw you.

There you were, standing near the corner of his bedroom. Your bright eyes piercing through the darkness to lock onto his golden ones. Hair cascading down your back into a low ponytail just how you used to wear it. Not to mention the lack of clothing not snugging your amazing body.

Another beautiful giggle slipped from your throat before tilting your head. “Miss me, pretty bird?” The nickname you dubbed him many moons ago, it was music to his ears. You were artwork to his eyes. All he could do is sit there, in all his glory staring back at you with his mouth hanging open. Why were you back? You had quiet literally fallen off the face of the earth. No one had heard from you. But now here you are, standing naked in his room.

“Keigo…are you not happy to see me?” Your voice almost sounded innocent, maybe a little timid. You started toward, light on your toes as you came up on your knees at the foot of the bed.

Keigo couldn’t help but look over your body, your perfect skin. How your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, or how your thighs looked so plush pushed together as your knees touched. He felt arousal build in his stomach, it tingled all the way down to his cock. The throb couldn’t be ignored, trying to push his lewd thoughts out of his mind to try and speak.

“Y/N…what- what are you doing here?” His voice almost sounded foreign to himself. It rang in his ears, made him flush from cheek to cheek. “You’ve been missing? Everyone went looking for you…why are you here?” He couldn’t wrap his head around this, he also couldn’t understand how he didn’t feel you come inside. He lays his feather out everywhere through his penthouse…he would have felt you come inside.

You sort of just sighed, looking over him before your eyes peered down at his hardening erection before trailing them back up to his face. “I’m missing, Keigo? Why haven’t you found me yet?” You felt forward onto your palms, crawling your way up to him. You could physically see his body freeze, almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Finally you sat perfectly on his lap, thighs caging him down. “Won’t you come find me?” You whispered this time, leaning forward to press your bare chest to his.

“Find you? But you’re here…here with me.” He whispered back, thinking this was just some game you decided to play. He hesitated to touch you, handing coming up before balling into fists. “You left me…without a word.” There was a little venom in that sentence, hurt flashing in his eyes. He felt you reach down, grabbing his hands to place them on your hips. You were here, he could feel your skin under his. In his palms, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’ll never leave you again…never.” You whispered back, leaning forward to press your lips to his. That’s when the restraint Keigo was holding in finally snapped. He gripped you tighter, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Sweet, you taste sweet. Like cream and strawberries on his tongue, it was intoxicating. Your vanilla scent filled the room as Keigo broke the kiss off. Moving to plant kisses down your neck.

"Never fucking again..." He murmurs against your skin, lifting your hips up ever so slightly. Letting the head of his cock brush against your slick folds. The physical shutter you felt come out of him was something out of this world. How wet you were melted all of Keigo's fears away. This was no dream, you were here. In his arms, about to sit pretty on his cock. Bringing you down slowly, he split you in two. He wasn't sure if it was from how long it's been since he's had sex or that this was just the power you had over him, but he felt like he was hit by a truck of lust.

With every drag of his cock, your walls tightened around him. Sucking him in deeper and deeper. Your warm walls felt like heaven, at least the closest thing he was ever going to get that would resemble heaven. He looked up, watching the pleasure take over your irises. Watching your head fall back and be lost in the feeling of his touch. He wanted to savor this moment, replay it in his mind over and over again until the day he dies.

The way your slick cunt was moving up and down on him was breathtaking. So he gripped you tighter, deciding to thrust up into you with long and calculated strokes. Bringing you all the way down to his base, his head bullying its way against your cervix. If he died right now? He would be the happiest man that ever did walk this plain of life. The feeling of your nails digging crescent marks into his tanned skin was enough to drive him wild.

As you bounced up and down his cock, he let one of his feathers pluck itself out of his wings. Spreading them wide as that little feather slipped in between you both. Until it reached your clit, pressing teasingly slow circles against that extra sensitive spot of yours. The surprised moan that you let out brought a cheeky smirk to his lips.

"That's it baby...lose yourself on my cock. Fucking cum...make a goddamn mess...Y/N...fuck-" He moaned out loudly, thrusting up into you with a brutal pace. It was enough to make you see the stars in the sky, and feel every nerve in your body ignite.

As you cried out a gurgled mix of fuck and his name, you came undone on his cock. Your slick dripping down his cock, red marks deepened into his skin before your walls squeezed with all their power around his cock. A gasp left his lips, making him thrust even harder into you before sputtering out moan after moan.

"Fuck-FUCK...gonna cum...shit- baby bird I am going to fucking cum...can I-" Before he could even finish that sentence, you locked lips with him one last time. Not giving him any room to pull out of your already dripping cunt.

Feeling his whole body shake, he pulled you tight against his chest. Painting your walls white before finally breaking from your crushing kiss. His breathing was heavy, the room smelt like sex, and his vision was blurred. You leaned in, letting your lips just brush the shell of his ear.

"Keigo...I need you to wake up."

Suddenly, Keigo's eyes shot open. Sitting himself upright to take a survey of the room. The room smelt like clean sheets, with the underline smell of musk. His body felt hot, while the sticky feeling of his spent tickled his torso. Looking to the side of the bed that was once yours, you were still not there. Was it all a dream? It couldn't have been, he felt you in his hands, against his skin, and on his cock.

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The next day, he returned to work as normal. However, your imagine was gnawing at the back of his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of you. As he sat at his desk, mulling over what he should do...an old friend decided to stop by.

Endeavor came stomping through his door, disappointment gracing his features as he looked at the Number Two Hero "relaxing" at his desk. His fire flared, slamming a hand onto the desk to get Keigo's attention.

"Hawks! How dare you sit around and do nothing. Shouldn't you be out on patrol." Like Endeavor had any right coming into Keigo's agency and yelling at him as if he was a sidekick. Keigo just glared at him, something that rarely came from the calm and cool winged hero.

"Y/H/N-" He started to say, getting a cocked eyebrow from the flaming hero. "She came to my house last night...she was there...I swear she was...standing in my room. In my bed-" Keigo cut himself off before finally making eye contact with Endeavor.

However, the flamed hero said nothing. He looked over at Keigo before motioning him to follow. Now the winged hero was raising a brow, lifting himself up to follow the Number One Hero out onto the balcony.

Once they were both finally outside, Endeavor let out a heavy sigh. "When Y/H/N first went missing, I sent out a sidekick to do some digging." This surprised Keigo, everyone had given up trying to find you. Even he himself had just given up, believing that you just didn't want to be found.

Endeavor handed a packet to Keigo, telling him to open it. What was inside it? Damn near made his heart stop. It was your cracked cellphone, with one half-typed text message that was never sent. It was to Keigo's personal cellphone number.

"I need help, LoV is after me. Dabi foun-"

Keigo looked at Endeavor, his fist gripping the cell phone tight. The rage in his eyes could stop anyone in their tracks. "Y/N- said to me that I need to find her. I thought it was real...but she came to me in a dream. She isn't missing, she's been taken."

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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☾ -- pairing: keigo takami "hawks" x reader ☾ -- word count: 1.2k+ ☾ -- preview: when hawks tells you about the undercover mission he's working, you understandably grow concerned.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to process everything that you had just been told. Your boyfriend was a double agent. Infiltrating the League of Villains. “I feel like you might be overthinking this.” That easy smile. That effortless confidence. Of course they had chosen him. He was so… believable. You might have even thought that he was speaking the truth if it wasn’t for the fact that you knew just how dangerous this was. “Overthinking? Keigo, are you serious?” You hissed as you took a step towards him. His hands were quick to fall to your hips as he caught you mid-step, his smile never faltering. Not even when you added, “This is the League of Villains. All For One’s army. They released a psychotic Nomu into the general public that almost took out Endeavor! If they find out, they’ll-“ Your voice caught as you choked on the rest of your sentence. “They won’t find out,” he assured you, his voice as smooth as satin. “I’ve already earned the trust of a couple of the members. Well, as much trust I can earn from them, I suppose.”

You wanted to punch him. You wanted to slap that pretty smile off of his lips and shake some sense into him. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t understand. “You think that any of those guys are capable of trust? They only care about one thing, and that’s destroying all heroes. Heroes like you! I just… I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe you agreed to do this.” You started to turn out of his grasp, your mind wandering now to all the horrors that could take place if even one of the villains caught on to what he was doing. It made you sick. You were almost completely out of his grasp when Keigo spoke again. “My country needs me.” His words, along with his change in tone, had you turning back towards him quickly, your eyes wide as you suddenly felt a bit hysterical. His smile was gone, but that didn’t slow down your racing emotions one bit. “I need you!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as you felt like your chest was going to explode. Your hands reached out for his coat sleeves, and his frown deepened. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.” For a moment, he seemed stunned silent, which was quite the feat for him. His feathers ruffled slightly as he stared down at you, his golden irises assessing your now broken demeanor. “You’re not going to lose me,” he whispered, the cockiness in his tone now completely gone. It was as if he was finally seeing and hearing the concern in your voice, and he lifted one of his hands, despite your strong grip on it, to wipe away one of the tears that had cascaded down your cheek. “You’re not going to lose me, because this is going to work. I know that you’re worried. I know that you’re concerned. But I promise you, you will not lose me.” Your legs gave out in that moment as sobs wracked your body. Keigo was quick to catch you before lifting you up and moving you over to the couch so that you could sit down together. Your hands had moved from his sleeves to the front of his shirt as you clung onto him desperately. “You don’t know,” you sobbed. “You don’t know that. You can’t… you can’t promise me that when you don’t know.” You were right, and you both knew it. Keigo was great at making everything seem way easier than it was, but this was far from a standard hero mission. One wrong move and everything could be turned upside down. If he was in the wrong place when it happened, there were no guarantees. He might have been the number two hero, but if he was alone in a room with some of the country’s most notorious villains, his survival odds were low. He let you cry into his chest for several minutes, his hand gently brushing along the back of your head as he pressed his lips into your hair. His silence made you feel more uneasy than before, but you couldn’t find your voice to tell him so. You just wanted to stay like this, with him, somewhere safe. You didn’t want him going out and having interactions with these criminals. You didn’t want him putting his life on the line for some intel. Even if it was for the greater good, you were selfish. This was your heart you were talking about. You couldn’t just give that up. “No matter how dangerous a mission is, you know what keeps me going? You know what keeps me fighting?” Keigo’s voice startled you slightly as you slowly lifted your head from his chest. When your eyes met his, you could see the worry this time, but he was also gazing at you with an intensity that made your stomach turn. When you shook your head, a sad smile turned up the corner of his lips before one of his fingers gently pressed against your chest. “You.” Your heart flipped as you started to shake your head, but he was quick to stop it as he cupped each side of your face between his hands, forcing you to look at him. “No matter where I am, or what I’m doing, the end goal is always to make it home to you. I didn’t get much choice with this particular assignment, but in the end, the things I do will be done so that I can keep you safe. And if you think that I’m going to let a few assholes keep me from coming back to you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You were melting in his golden gaze as he spoke, and he could evidently feel the tension leaving you as his smile turned into something more genuine. “So, do you believe me now?” You wanted to tell him that he was still an idiot. You wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair that he was the one that had been chosen for this, and that you didn’t want him to leave the house at this point, let alone find himself in the company of those that sought to kill everyone like him. However, as you looked at one another and his words settled in your chest, you knew that saying all of that would only upset you both even more. You wanted him to fight for the safety of others, and while there wouldn’t be a second that you wouldn’t be worrying about him until it was all over, you had to support him. You had to support him in the same ways that he supported you. “You’re going to come back to me,” you finally whispered, as Keigo beamed and nodded in response. The space between you closed as he pulled you closer, his hold on your face maneuvering you in so that he could kiss you properly. The kiss was soft and slow and his way of expressing just how much he meant it when he said you were his reason. His heart had never felt like this for anyone before, just as you had never yearned for someone in the way that you did for him. His life was chaotic, and he was often put in situations that seemed dire, but he had a lot of fight. And he had a lot of reason to fight. And because of that, you knew that you would always have faith in him. He would always make his way back home.

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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An unexpected Visitor

Keigo Takami x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings: break-in, hostage kind of situation, threats, Canon typical violence

Summary: You Patiently wait for your Lover to come home, as someone unexpected pays you a visit...

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I was tired, but I wanted to wait for him. I tried, almost unsuccessfully, to keep my eyes open.

I sighed and walked to the kitchen.

'Keigo, where are you?' I thought and turned on the coffee machine.

While the coffee was brewing, I let my gaze wander outside. The streets were dark, only the lanterns brought a little light.

For a second I thought I saw a shadow. A tall person sneaking around in front of the house.

Startled, I looked again more closely, but this time I saw nothing.

"I should probably go to sleep," I mumbled.

But then my eyes fell on a picture of Keigo and me. It showed us at the beginning of our relationship. That was three years ago. back then he wasn't the pro hero number 2. Back then he often had free time and never worked late into the night. But I knew what I had gotten myself into. Keigo had told me about his goal early on and it was honorable, there was no doubt about it, so I did my best to support him.

I sighed and looked back at the coffee machine, it was finished.

I grabbed the mug and it quickly warmed my hands and I was a little more awake immediately.

I cautiously padded back into the living room.

,, So so..."

I backed away, startled, the mug fell to the floor and the warm liquid spread all over the carpet.

"So this is Hawks' little girlfriend", the stranger said.

I looked at him anxiously. He was tall and wore a long black coat, his hair was tousled and shaggy. but what really caught my attention were his scars.

Dark scars ran under his eyes and across his chin, down his neck and down his arms. They were more makeshift attached to the healthy skin.

"Yeah, the scars scare a lot of people off," he grinned, walking towards me. I quickly backed away.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you... for now," he assured me, raising his hands.

,, Who are you? What do you want from me? " I yelled, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Not so scared, huh?" he replied.

,, What do you want!?",I repeated, louder this time.

"Pretty aggressive for a little girl, aren't you?" He took another step towards me.

I took a step back, "I'm not a little girl!"

,, Oh yeah? ", he grinned stepped forward. Again I stepped back, but this time I felt the wall against my back. There was no escape.

"Tell me what you want or get out! "I answered, but he remained calm and came closer and closer to me. when his face was only millimeters from mine, he finally stopped.

"My name is Dabi," he whispered menacingly, "and I'm here to make sure Hawks keeps the deal and well, it's always good to look around for leverage."

I swallowed hard. what kind of deal was he talking about? Keigo always told me everything, so why didn't I know who this Dabi was talking about? Let alone who he was.

I gasped when he suddenly leaned forward.

"You're the perfect bargaining subject, kid," he whispered in my ear. It sent chills down my spine.

,, What are you up to? " I asked as calmly as possible.

"I'm going to leave Hawks a little warning. just in case he decides to betray me."

He slowly raised his hand. Suddenly blue flames erupted. They flickered dangerously around his fingers.

He slowly approached me. startled, I tried to dodge, but he held me in place with his other hand.

,, Please!? ", I whispered, "don't do that"

"Sorry little one, your pretty face has to be sacrificed"

the flames were only a few inches from my face when suddenly someone grabbed Daby's hand and stopped him.

I looked up relieved:,, Keigo! "

"Hawks, what a coincidence," Dabi smiled, but the surprise was written all over his face.

Keigo looked at him, an unpleased expression on his face. He quickly pulled Dabi away from me and pushed him back.

I quickly ran to Keigo. He grabbed my hand and pushed me protectively behind him.

,, What do you want here, Dabi!?", he asked aloud. I had never seen him so angry, it was quite out of character for him.

dabi shrugged his shoulders:,, Just making sure you don't get any stupid ideas. You didn't really think I would trust you, did you?"

"No, not at all," Keigo replied.

I cautiously peeked out from behind his shoulder.

"Well then, now you know what happens when you do something stupid", Dabi pointed towards me with a grin.

I felt Keigo's wings gently wrap around me.

He looked angrily at Daby: "If you come near her again, our deal is over and I will hand you over to the police! "

"Nice", Daby raised his hands and backed away slowly, "Just remember that you are vulnerable. You have weaknesses ... I don't"

With that he disappeared. I looked after him confused.

"Keigo..." I mumbled, but was suddenly interrupted when Keigo pulled me into a hug. I felt his wings wrap around me protectively.

,, Are you all right? did he do anything to you?" he whispered worriedly.

"I'm fine Keigo. Thank you," I replied, "but who was this Dabi? What did he mean by deal?"

Keigo sighed. He carefully grabbed my hands.

"I'm not really supposed to tell anyone about this," he explained, "but I trust you. You must have recognized him. He's is with the league of villians and we have a secret deal. We give each other inside info. It's a Order of the Government with utmost importance."

"Keigo," I mumbled, gently cupping his cheek with my hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to protect you," he blurted out.

Sighing, Keigo looked down, "It was a mistake. I'm sorry, I should have told you about him"

I smiled at him gently. I carefully lifted his chin:,, It's okay. You don't have to apologize for anything. I knew what I was getting myself into. I love you Keigo and I will always support you"

Relief spread over Keigo's face:,, Thank you Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you I love you too"

Smiling, I stood on my tiptoes and gently pressed my lips to his. I felt Keigo pull me further towards him. His wings wrapped around us. We slowly stumbled back to the sofa.

"I love you... Hawks," I smiled.

"I know, Baby Bird. I love you too "

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Born To Fly

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fem Reader

Summary: Needing some time away from work business, the reader hangs out with her best friend, Hawks, at his favorite skyscraper. Being a hero who has the ability to fly, she finally admits to him her fear of heights when he challenges her to a race, helping her conquer her fear in his own way, helping her learn that she was born to fly.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.4k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Being a pro-hero had its ups and downs and lately with the League of Villains attacking cities, UA, having All Might retiring, the civilians across Japan uneasy because of it, there were a lot more downs than ups.

Even during times like this, there were ways to find your own inner peace. Mine? My best friend from school, the number two pro-hero, Hawks, sitting on the rooftop of the highest skyscraper in the city, just enjoying the view.

"Ah, the weathers go great tonight," He turned to smile at me before standing up, stretching his arms and legs, then ruffling his feathers, wings expanding outward, "A good night for a little fly session!"

"You're just gonna leave me here? Typical," I teased, my slight laughter seizing as he turned and smiled brighter:

"I'm not flying alone! Come on!"

To think we've been friends all these years and he's never figured out why I never joined him before, that I was sitting in the corner of the stairs, away from the view. Flying was a part of my quirk, but I never flew high off the ground, let alone off the top of a skyscraper!

"What's the matter?" He was eager for this, coming over to me, "You scared I'll outfly you?"

"Hawks," I sighed, shaking my head, looking to my feet as I whispered, "I'm afraid of heights. How haven't you noticed that yet?"

Nothing. He just stared at me, a blank expression on his face, cocking his eyebrow at me after so long.

"What?" We all have fears, right? Unfortunately for me, my fear was a big contrast to my quirk.

"So, you mean to tell me that you have fought bad guys who wanted you dead, but you're afraid to fly? It's a part of your quirk!"

I could see the point he was making, but still! Now, he was just annoying me.

"It's not my fault that I'm afraid of heights, okay?!" I contested, but he was so persistent:

"You know the fundamentals! You won't fall, Y/N! Come on!"

"I'm not like you. It-" I was not trying to do this right now, but falling silent as he blurted out:

"Bwak! Bwak!" He was teasing me! "Sorry, all I hear is, bwak! Bwak! You chicken!"

Even I had to laugh at the little chicken pose he was making, ruffling his feathers along with it made had me rolling, pointing, and mocking:

"Really? Because you're the one who looks like a chicken, red feathers!"

"Oh, that's it!" I cocked my head as he turned his back to me, standing up on the ledge, "We're racing, and I'll show you just how fast this 'chicken' really is!"

He's something else. Although, the curiosity of flying high in the sky always circled in my mind. I did know the fundamentals as he said, I guess it was more the fear of falling than anything. I was a pro-hero, number five at that! I also wasn't going to let him try to one-up me like this, challenges always motivated me.

Hawks was surprised that I stood up, joining him on the ledge, taking baby steps, and like always, my eyes shot down to the city below. We were really high up in the sky. Swallowing a deep breath, I became nervous again, but he tried his best to help:

"You were born to fly, Y/N. You can do it. And just think, conquering your fear could make you an even better hero."

His words were pure and honest, that little smile of his giving me the confidence for this. This could make me a better hero. Heroes shouldn't fear something like this, especially me. I was born for this.

"Here, I'll show you if it-"

The last thing I saw was his jaw-dropping as I stepped off the edge completely, falling while my heart started pounding. I've flown before, just not high off the ground. Remembering the feeling as if I was just hovering above the sidewalk, I noticed that I was moving forward. I wasn't falling.

I was flying!

"See?!" I felt a gust of wind, finally opening my eyes to see Hawks next to me in flight, "I knew you could do it, Y/N!"

"I'm flying," I gasped, still in a bit of disbelief, but started smiling as I matched his casual speed, yelling to him, "Hawks, I'm flying! I'm doing it!"

"Told you that you were born for it!" He laughed, having his back facing down with his hands behind his head, trying to act cool as always.

"You said we were racing, right?" I reminded him, a sly smile on my face, "I'll beat you to that skyscraper over there!"

Pointing east, he looked along with me, and I took the opportunity to catch him off guard:

"See ya there, chicken! Bwak, bwak! Haha!"

"HEY!" All I could do was laugh while I sped off, zooming through the wind, wanting to test my limit and see how fast I could go.

The wind stung a little at my speed, but it felt so good. I had never been so proud of myself, getting closer and closer to the skyscraper, laughing again as I heard Hawks behind me:

"You're not beating me, cheater!"

"Sure about that?!" I yelled behind me, glancing back to see that he was gaining on me quickly, he sure was fast, but that little advantage I took, lead me to the finish, "Yoo-ho-; WOAH!"

I've never moved at such an accelerated speed, and I didn't prepare myself to slow down. I tried to stop, putting all my strength on my legs as I tried to stop, feet on the ledge, but I slipped.

My heart sank the second I felt nothing underneath me. Why wasn't I trying to move?

"Y/N!" Hawks was right behind me, scooping me up and landing on the roof with ease.

For a moment, my fear came back, curled up in his arms, looking up briefly to see his wings keeping me closed in, he knew not seeing the towering view would help, also giving me some laughter:

"Remind me to give you some landing lessons, ha."

"Y-Yeah," I chuckled softly, "I was having a little too much fun and kind of forgot."

"Hey, that's alright. It happens," His soft smile made me feel so much better, feeling my heart flutter as he winked at me, "But don't worry, Your hero's here."

"Thank you," I smiled back, truly appreciative, "For helping me fly and saving my butt."

"No need to thank me," Standing up and placing me on my feet softly, he had to just keep joking on, wrapping his arm around me and wiggling his eyebrows:

"And hey, now that you can fly, and you managed to keep up with me. You know, the fastest hero there is, maybe you can be my sidekick."

"Sidekick? Yeah, right!" I laughed, making a playful scowl on his face, "Also, just a FYI, I beat you!"

"You cheated!" Okay, maybe I did cheat a little, but I was never going to let him live it down, laughing a bit more before I winked at him:

"Yeah, yeah. But you better watch out, I think there's a hero out there who just might be quicker than you."

"Mhm, sure," He rolled his eyes playfully, laying his head on top of mine and it made my heart throb, leaning into him some as the wind grew chilly, the warmth of his body and feathers around us making it feel like nothing, "I don't mind a challenge. We need fast heroes out there, with everything going on."

It was rare for him to vent. I didn't know exactly what missions he was going on, but I knew he was going through a lot and times like these. It was meant for fun, so I made sure to put him back to a happy tone:

"We do, but even if it's just us two, we can take it all on. Just don't get salty if I beat you to the scenes first."

"Oh shush!" He laughed, rubbing my shoulder softly and smiling, "When it's a clean race, we'll see who's really the quickest!"

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weeabooofficial · 1 year

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

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Keigo Takami (Hawks)

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ifearloveisviolence · 21 days

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I read the bachelorette au dabihawks fic and fucking hell I might be a dabihawks shipper now

#when a fic is so good it rewrites your brain chemistry #the sketch isn't from the fic #I just needed to get something with these two out there #the fic is so good go read it #dabihawks #bnha fanart #dabi #touya todoroki #keigo takami #bnha hawks

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takami-takami · 7 months

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Like Animals.

kinktober day 4: sex pollen.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut

warnings— afab!reader. dubcon (sex pollen/heats, but both have been pining like idiots). breeding if you squint.

keigo's beloved crush sidekick gets hit with the unluckiest quirk possible. he quickly discovers his rut suppressants ain't shit.

Through all the horrors and adverse life events Keigo has endured in this line of work— brutal near-assassinations, negotiations with international crime syndicates, purchasing sugar-free canned coffee with Splenda substitute by mistake before his morning shift— he has always been able to find a silver lining in the darkest of moments.

Which makes it infinitely more concerning that for the first time in his life, he nearly whines through his teeth the words, "why me?"

A palm drags once down his face, thumb and index finger pulling down his darkened eye bags. His hand collects the beads of sweat and stops to rest over his mouth.

He supposes this must be his penance for taking a risk and trusting faulty intel.

Keigo's informant told him the villain he and his darling sidekick were meeting would have a limited-ranged fire quirk, so the diligent hero stuffed ointment and cold packs in his pockets before leaving just in case.

If he had known the villain was a plant heteromorph and possessed a heat-inducing mist quirk instead, and that the person he was hopelessly in love with had a bit of a crush on would be caught in the direct line of fire?

He would have brought a paper bag to hyperventilate into instead. And some prayer beads. The god to which the prayer is delivered doesn't necessarily matter, he thinks. He'd simply pick one and drop to his knees in a bid for mercy.

"I'm taking you to a medic," Keigo puts his foot down for the fourth time this evening.

"Fuck no," you groan from the couch, shifting to squeeze your thighs together. It offers not even a modicum of relief from the incessant throb. "Do you want my cause of death to be humiliation? Is that your plan, genius? 'S bad enough as it is that you're here."

The subtext is unspoken, but clear to him through your adorable pout: I only trust you to see me like this.

It's unlucky that the man you've had the most innapropriate-for-work crush on for the better part of two years happened to be the one beside you that day. And it's just your sorry luck, you lament, that Keigo would also be the one to catch you, to fly you home cradled in his painfully capable arms, to refuse to leave your side and insist on making his favorite chicken soup for you in a desperate flail of support.

He'd respect your decision and leave, should you ask him to. You know that. And yet the humbling truth gnaws at your pride: doing so wouldn't do much to save your image at this point. He’s already seen you like this, you grumble. The proverbial cat has long since escaped the bag, waltzing its way over to rub its purring body against Keigo’s leg to your abject horror.

If you close your eyes, you can attempt to trick your brain into thinking this affliction is a flu of some kind.

Yes, this is just some common cold. You're wearing nothing but your work partner's shirt (your clothes were contaminated by the quirk's dust, Keigo explained, speaking in that strict work mode voice that makes you picture your mouth stuffed and drooling somewhere beneath his desk and between his spread legs). You pull the damned fabric down over your core as you try your hardest to not writhe in fits of pleasure underneath the blankets, rubbing your thighs together for any friction against your swollen clit.

All symptoms of an affliction of the flu, of course.

You don't need to reach down and touch to know the slick would string those thighs together, should you attempt to pull them apart.

Keigo knows that, too. But he doesn't say anything about it.

You would be mortified if you were aware of the truth.

That he knows everything.

Keigo knows exactly how you ache; like you're constantly on the precipice of an orgasm, perpetually ablaze from the heavy heat scorching your body from its surface to the boiling core.

You try to suppress your glee as he spoon feeds you the broth, reminding yourself that this is just what good friends do for each other.

Friends coo praises at each other when they swallow, friends tilt each other's chins up with one finger and mutter things like that’s a good dove and you can take another as they watch their throat bob in tandem.

Friends shiver from their wingtips down their spine when they pull the spoon back. They let their gaze linger for just a second on those lips that open wide, aching to touch.

Ever the gentleman, Keigo stays lowered to his haunches and places one hand over your forehead to check for a fever, redirecting his focus toward taking inventory of your vitals. He doesn't wince when he hears your moan at the contact, even though the pitiful sound pings at his weak points. His avian instincts remind him he needs to protect you, please you, take care of you; to make it go away, to fix that feeling he knows better than anyone is aching like a bruise between your thighs.

He doesn't allow his eyes to wander astray or trail their way downwards, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state; but his professional assessment is that if he could only wet his appetite, the flat of his tongue alone could—

He shakes his head and blows a puff to cool the soup, raising another spoonful to your lips.

"Here. Another. You need to keep your energy up," he reminds you, voice stern. It's nearly clinical and achieves the opposite of its desired effect.

Your heart rate picks up to thump at a steady, thrumming beat at the innocuous gesture of domesticity.

How have you never noticed how capable of a mate Keigo would be…? He’s all musculature and sincerity, sharp ridges at his knuckles and soft curves at the small of his waist where he only trusts you to touch.

You huff an involuntary moan.

He picks another god to praise that the couch you're laying on obscures his lower half.

Today, Keigo discovers his suppressants are only designed to reduce the chance of a rut being triggered. It brings the possibility of it starting in the first place to a comfortable near-zero, allowing him to carry out the spring and fall seasons as if he were entirely quirkless.

But if that rut passes through the blockers' biochemistry in, say, the event Keigo's luck rears its ugly head, for example… It does fuck all to reduce the actual symptoms.

More importantly than his own anguish, however, is this: his mate work partner got hurt because of him— hurt being a stretch, he'd know if he weren't overthinking so much, given the blissed out panting just two feet away from him; but you’re probably suffering and it's all his fault. It’s all because of an unlucky, once in a lifetime slip up from Keigo Takami himself, and he can't detangle himself from the guilt.

If drowning in the unexpected whirlpool that is his first rut in half a decade is his penance for the crime, then Keigo will hang his head and take it.

The huff he lets out is your last straw.

"I'm going to my room," you state, moving to leave like you left the stove on and are trying to avoid an upcoming house fire.

When his hand darts out to stop you, the touch against your shoulder sends shockwaves down your stomach.

He's touching you. He's taking such good care of you, feeding you, providing for you in his nest and now he's touching you?

It sends your hormones into overdrive.

You'd do well to conceal it, if his heightened instincts couldn't smell your desperation.

"I'm afraid it ain't that easy, dove," he warns, eye contact averted. "I'd avoid doing that, if I were you."

Keigo schools his expression, but not before you catch a flash of something hungry.

There's no chance in hell he's letting you out of his sight. Not like this. You're confined to the couch while he keeps an eye on you. Attempting to fix it yourself will only make the feeling unfathomably worse, something he tries to communicate to you with a look that only ends up making him look like a kicked puppy.

You squint right back when you process the implication of his words, eyes raking down his form in suspicion.

"How do you know all this, anyway," you ask.

Keigo goes silent, hand concealing his mouth.

Ah, it hits you.

Bird things.

Your head falls back against one of the numerous pillows your partner propped up behind you.

"The couch is soft," you murmur, situating yourself against the cushions and throw blankets he so carefully arranged. You trail your fingertips along a silk pillow. Keigo slams his eyes shut.

"Please don't say it like that."

"Why not?" Your lids droop, heat overtaking your better judgement. Tentatively, you play along the bounds. You allow your hands to run along the soft divots of the blanket covering your body, squeezing your chest and pinching the peaks. "It's like a little nest, isn't it?"

His hand drags down his face before pinching his nose bridge, suppressing a whine. "Baby, please—"

"You don't wanna join me?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. It's just the heat," Keigo tells himself more than you. "For the love of God, dove, stop talking—"

"But it hurts, Kei'." It’s a low blow, judging by the protective coo that escapes his lips.

Fed up, he leans forward and swings his right leg over your hip, crawling atop you as if his body has a mind of its own, utterly bogged by desire and yanked like puppet strings.

With him kneeling tall above you, the bodysuit of his hero costume hides absolutely nothing. The musculature is quite impressive, actually. Proof of his viability as a mate— all dominant and masculine and gorgeous.

And at this angle, you can see the most painful erection straining against his pants.

"I need you, Kei'. I need— mmph!"

A palm silences you; slapped down, hot, imposing, and heavy like a weight against your mouth.

The authority of the action makes your cunt clench; and Keigo would die before he lets that feeling go to waste, so his hips drop down to grind once against it.

Your eyes go wide, doughy and stunned, darting down in haste, following the trail of his thick bicep up toward the disciplinary scowl on his face.

His nostrils flare with the heaving in his chest, eyes screwed shut with his last slivers of patience holding its grip on his psyche.

"One more word," he says, pulling his hand away. "One more word and I'm ripping this blanket off and fucking you raw."

After a moment of silence, you speak.

"Please."

Keigo is wordless when he unbuckles his belt and lets it— and his inhibitions— drop with a satisfying clink.

The reality of what you've gotten yourself into comes crashing down as it hits you how utterly fucked you are. The scaffolding of years of sexual tension comes crumbling down like bricks to rubble, a city of restraint reduced to pure, animalistic desire.

Years of Keigo's eyes darting away when you nonchalantly change into your uniform in front of him, even though he never seemed bothered by any of his other peers doing the same; years of you both curling in on yourselves at the furthest edges of the bed you had to share, cramped close in those under-the-radar motels on stealth missions; years of the words "idiot, can I kiss you," held back by your lips as you watch him moan when he sinks his teeth into his comfort restaurant's chicken teriyaki every stupid Friday night, sitting cross-legged and at home on the carpet of your apartment floor.

Not a single word is exchanged as he pulls his cock free from its confines, nearly too thick for his fingers to meet when they wrap around it. He tosses the blanket to the side with haste, dragging your shirt (his shirt) up to your collar, exposing your chest when he lines his cock with your entrance.

"Please, Kei'," you sniffle. "Hurts."

"Oh, I know, baby... I know." His lips are pursed when he shushes you, tracing your cheek with his palm. "I'll make it go away."

When your lips meet, it's like static electricity; and it's entirely remorseless.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans against your mouth, dragging his length along your sticky thighs before plopping the thick of it atop your soaked cunt.

"So wet for me," he reveres, dragging the plump tip through your mess to get it slick enough to rub against your clit.

Your rutting hips buck with impatience in an attempt to glide his length against your swollen pussy, but that only serves to fuel his desire; and those desperate little whines only feed into his insatiable need to fuck, to breed you until you're silent.

Until you shut the fuck up.

Those pathetic little sounds are music to his ears, a siren's song that used to play only in his most shameful fantasies; the ones that kept his fist tight around his cock the moment he returned home after missions, the sight of you panting and spitting blood after battle with a smile on your face still fresh in his memory.

Keigo wants to hear you moan.

But his rut needs to fuck you wordless with satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck," he hitches, shifting his hips back and forth to the tune of the audible shlicks below. Unable to stay upright any longer, his chest falls flush into yours in a rut-afflicted haze, rutting against you like animals.

When he slips his cock inside, it's with a kiss to muffle his voice.

And he wastes no time setting a punishing pace, aided nicely by the slickness that coats the sides of his cock. The legs of the couch surely must be scraping indents into the floorboards, judging by the creaks that mingle with the sounds of his belt buckle at every thrust. You'd notice if either of you were lucid enough to care.

It's a brief consideration of a possibility of an afterthought, like a sheepish voice behind a roaring crowd.

Pulling out, that is.

Yeah, if he were a stronger man, he could probably will his hips to stall. There's a chance someone far stronger than him would hiss when he does it. His cock would weep in denial of that sweet, velvet entanglement, dripping out in the cold when he fists himself to completion mere inches away from what might as well be the center of his goddamn universe.

But when it comes to you, when it comes to his rut, Keigo is not a strong man.

He allows his cock to throb in the vice of your cunt, instead.

"God, baby," he moans into your neck, wings flapping once, twice with each thrust, shedding a few feathers before straightening out and grazing the ceiling behind his back. "Baby. Oh, baby. You're so tight. You're so— fuck!"

He's babbling, but so are you. Legs hooked across the small of his back, you bump your hips as best you can to aid in his efforts; and with your last shreds of lucidity, you decide for the both of you how things will end.

With watery lashes, you open your eyes enough to blink away some tears and clear your vision just enough. Your gaze crawls up his legs that are still clothed to the thighs, peeking over the curvature of his ass and up his shuddering spine— all to mark onto your scarlet red prize.

When you entangle your fingers into the downy feathers at the base of his wings, it shoots straight to his cock and he spills.

With eyes wide open and a strangled choke at the back of his throat, Keigo's hips stutter when he empties himself. With every throb comes another rope from the tip, sticky and excessive from the rut, mixing with your wetness as you crash over the edge soon after.

When the ringing in your ears ceases and you finally come to, it's to the sight of your now probably-more-than-a-work-partner pulling out and staring between your legs as if under a trance, eyes glimmering.

"Kei', you okay?"

"Uh huh," he answers absentmindedly, utterly transfixed on the mess he made.

It's strange, he thinks. Whatever urges his rut transcribed into cravings, every instinct that tugged at the avian etched in his DNA and called him to fill you pales in comparison to the satisfaction of having indulged himself at last.

His eyes flick back to meet yours.

"Does this mean I can kiss you at work now?"

You snort. So that's where his mind goes in the end.

"It means a whole lot more than that," you say, rolling you both over so he lands square on his back.

#sorry i made jesus canon in this fic. I had to have him say it. Okay bye!#i know his quirk doesnt work like that its not an animal quirk but shhhhhh im having fun #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha thirst #mha x reader #bnha thirst #smut #x reader

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Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

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eggsdrawings · 3 months

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miruko doesnt rock with dabihawks ‼️

#bnha #mha #miruko #i always say mirko but. idk #dabihawks #rumi usagiyama #touya todoroki #keigo takami #I forgot to put the caption… added it now #hawks is covering dabis ears.. he shant hear this…#hawks on the phone complaining about dabi and miruko is once again like “omgggg breakuppppp. just breakup.”#then she learns fuyumi is dabi’s sister and suddenly she’s on board #every time a fic pairs her with fuyumi an angel gets its wings #eggsdrawings

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can we have lov trio + overhaul discovering that their s/o had been cheating on them? 🥺

When They Think You Cheated

Omg, anon, no! I'm so bad at writing break ups, so I'll change the concept a bit to them believing their s/o is cheating, but she's not.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Featuring: Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

Tomura is an insecure man. That is no secret to either of you, however, he understands how his insecurities may harm your relationship, so most of the time he voices them out so that you can both talk about them, and you always end up reassuring him.

Today, though, he cannot, for the life of him, think of a way to talk out the fact that you have a hickey on your neck. What is there to talk about? The truth that he ignored was that you accidentally burnt your neck earlier this morning while doing your hair, it would've never occured to him, especially when he was as angry as he is right now, observing your neck, a thin layer of make up attempting to cover the mark, but failing. Why would you even hide it if there was a reasonable explanation? He knew for a fact that he didn't left that on your neck.

As much as he wanted to yell at you and dispose of all his rage, truth was that he was really hurt, and so everything he managed to do was confront the reality with resignation. "Who did that?" He asked calmly, but you could hear bitterness in his voice. "What?" You asked, not very sure what he meant. He looked at you angrily now, it was very clear. "Who's the guy that you are seeing? Or do you just happen to have a different one every now and then? You know, I always thought of you as a smart girl, but it is very stupid of you to let them leave your neck like that, you could've tried harder to hide it." You finally understood what was going on... Oh god. He tried to sound as if he didn't care, cold and indifferent, but you knew how incredibly hurt he was.

You immediately got up and approached him, reaching for his face, but he moved to avoid your touch. "Tomura, look, it's a burn mark, I did it with my straightener, I swear." He looked at you through narrowed eyes, still not believing you. You rushed to your room and came back with your straightener in hand, turning it on and attempting to place it on your arm, but Tomura immediately stopped you. "Are you crazy?" The man scolded you, and you looked at him desperately. "It is a burn, I swear." You repeated. Now starting to doubt himself, Tomura then reached for your neck, caressing it softly with his thumb, rubbing a bit of the make up off. You were right. Oh no. He truly felt like a fucking asshole. The man sighed before pressing his forhead against yours. "I'm truly sorry, (Y/n). I'm so, so sorry." You were just relieved it all ended. He spent the rest of the evening tending to your wound, scolding you for putting make up on when it was still so fresh and kissing your cheeks in hopes you would forgive him. Never again will he act like that, that's for sure.

TOUYA TODOROKI | DABI

Touya sits silently on the edge of the bed as he observes the hotel recipt he found under the bed. It dates a week back, when you were supposed to go on a work trip at a completely different city than the one this hotel was at. Now, he can be very confident some days, and very insecure some other days. This is one of the latter days, evidently. In moments like this, thousands of thoughts run through his mind. Why? Is it because of the scars? But you said you didn't care. Did you lie? Of course you did, who would actually choose him over anyone else? He feels stupid, and so heartbroken. He loves you. He really does, and now all of this hurt has turned into uncontrolable anger.

He stands up and walks to the kitchen, where you turn around to smile at him as soon as you hear him coming, only to be greeted by his beautiful blue eyes contorted in pure rage. He must be a very scary adversary to his enemies. "What the fuck is this, (Y/n)?!" He asks while holding the recipt in his hand, speaking those words through gritted teeth, as if his jaw was frozen because of how angry he is.

"Wait, Touya, is not what it looks lik-" The villain slammed his fist on the kitchen island, flames emanating from it. "It's not?! Really, (Y/n)? Do you really think i'm this fucking stupid?” He is now yelling, very loudly. He starts getting closer to you, and you start walking backwards, trembling. He then takes one more step forward and you raise your arms as if you wanted to protect yourself. Now Touya is the one walking backwards. He would never hurt you, but as he took a step back, he realized that it really looked like it. Did you think that he was gonna incinerate you? Did you think he was about to hit you? The look on your eyes was too familiar, he had seen it in his mother's eyes way too many times. He sighed deeply as he burried his face in his hands. It seemed like he wanted to wake up from a nightmare, and then, as seconds went by and he wasn't lifting his head, you realized he might have started to cry, though he would never let you see him.

"That day-" you started speaking after several minutes, "I decided to stay at a different city because I heard about it being quiet and pretty. I thought maybe I could rent an apartment there, so you wouldn't be at risk. There isn't many people, it is indeed quiet, no one would recognize you, so I looked at a few places. There isn't anyone else I'm seeing, just apartments." Touya finally lifted his head from his hands, and you could see the relief in his eyes, but also a lot of guilt. A lot of it. He got closer, kneeling before you, pressing his forehead to your body, his hands clenching the coat that covered the sides of your frame. This was him apologizing. You caressed his hair softly, everything would be okay.

KAI CHISAKI | OVERHAUL

He trusts you, he really does, but what is he supposed to believe when you tell him that you are going to the grocery store and you lie. He went there to help you in case you had bought too many stuff since it was taking you a while, but you were nowhere to be found. Minutes later, you come home, smelling like men's cologne that clearly wasn't his own.

God, this can't be happening, he thinks to himself. You walk to him, hoping to get a kiss from the yakuza, but instead you are greeted with a cold stare, his lips don't move when you place yours over them. "Where were you?" He asks visibly angry. "At the grocery store." You answered showing him the two bags on your hands. "All of these hours just for that? You really don't want to piss me off, (Y/n). Not more than you already did." Now his tone sounds like a threat, and you get defensive. "What is that supposed to mean?" You ask him. You have always hated whenever he would talk to you like you were one of his men, and he knew that. "Where did you actually go?" Unbelievable. You still didn't quite understand where he was trying to get, but you did know that you didn't like the way he was interrogating you. "Did you go out to meet with someone?" He asked, this time, impatience ruled over his voice. Okay, so he thinks you are cheating. great.

Leting out a heavy sigh, you dropped your bags on the floor and approached the hurting man before you. Much to your surprise, he allowed you to take his face in your hands. "I went out to get you a new cologne, I noticed you ran out of the last one I gave you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but it is in the car, in case you wish to have it now."

God, did he feel like an idiot right now... You could tell that he was beating himself up mentally. The worst part of it was that he felt truly relieved that you hadn't fallen out of love with him yet. Despise him attempting to seem indifferent earlier, he felt like his whole world was crumbling down before him. Kai then took your hands in his, kissing them softly. "I'm truly very sorry, darling." He said sincerly. "It's okay, I should've made up a better excuse anyway." You replied smiling gently. He couldn't help but smile back, still embarrassed with himself. He compensated you treating you to dinner that night. Kai saw himself realizing how strong he felt about you. The sole idea of you leaving made him feel vulnerable and terrified for the very first time in a while. He was going to need to learn how to trust you more if he didn't want to lose you.

KEIGO TAKAMI | HAWKS

The pro hero had a lot of work all of the time. He would get home late very often, many times closer to sunrise than midnight. Of course, it was only logical for you to be asleep at those hours, which was always the case. Except for last week.

He had gotten home very late, but still earlier than usual, expecting to find his lover on his bed, hoping he could hold on to you for a couple of hours before he had to get to work once again, but you weren't there. Naturally, he freaked out, but just as he was about to go looking for you everywhere, the main door flew open. He hid on the bathroom, in case it was someone else, but all he saw was you getting on the bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

He let that incident go. He gave you the benefit of the doubt, he gave you his trust. This despite the uneasy feeling in his chest, however, today, you weren't on the bed either. Now the doubt felt very real. What on earth could you be doing at 4 am? He waited a couple of minutes, until you finally got home. The hero was trying his very best not to break down when he saw you. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this hurt. "That other bed must be really comfortable." He accused, startling you as you obviously weren't expecting to see him yet. "What?" you asked, a bit disoriented. "You heard me." Keigo then stood up from the couch, walking towards you. "How long have you been sneaking out for, huh? Cause this is the second time I witness this already" You realized how this looked immediately. Oops.

"Listen, Keigo, I'm not sleeping with anyone else. In fact, I'm not sleeping at all." The man looked at you confused now, all of the anger he previously showed you slowly disappearing. "I have been having trouble sleeping, so i go out and take walks in hopes i'll get tired, I'm sorry I worried you, yes?" You assured your lover as you took his hands in yours, offering him a tired smile. "But why? You used to sleep well before..." All of his previous worries seemed to be forgotten as soon as he realized how tired you looked, his hands roaming your face, as if they would figure out what had changed. "Yes, that was before you would leave all night, I guess I'm a bit more anxious now." You confessed. He felt very bad for adding to your already bad night with his insecurities. Soon after, though, Keigo managed to change his schedule, making sure to spend every night holding you, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you too. As for that particular night, he prepared you a tea and talked about his day until he made sure you had fallen asleep.

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#bnha scenarios #bnha headcanon #bnha fic #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #tomura shiragaki #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #hawks headcanons #keigo takami imagine #kai chisaki x reader #overhaul x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia

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PUPPET ── Chapter Three

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CHAPTER THREE. brain fried

WARNINGS. cursing, violence, slight angst

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SYNOPSIS. being followed brings out the murderous side of people

The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as (y/n) wakes up, exhausted as Hato struggled to fall asleep last night.

Pulling the duvet off her body, she swings her legs off the bed, feet touching the wooden floor. She walks past her son's cot, pausing briefly to kiss Hato's forehead before entering the bathroom to prepare herself for the day ahead.

Once freshened from her shower, (y/n) dresses herself before walking to Hato's cot. His amber eyes meet hers, and he smiles. A chirp mixed with a giggle escapes his mouth.

"Good morning, my Dove," (y/n) coos, carefully picking up her son to not bother his wings. "How'd you sleep?"

He chirps in reply.

She hums. "It's good to sleep, right? I don't see why you fuss so much at night when you're so happy in the morning."

Carrying Hato in her arms, she walks to the kitchen and sits him in his high chair. Thankfully, his wings are still little, allowing Hato a couple more months to sit in the chair until his wings branch out and become big.

(y/n) grabs Hato's sippy cup filled with baby formula from the fridge and a bowl from the cupboard. She places the cup in the bowl and fills the bowl with warm water to heat the milk.

"Do you think Auntie Emiko would be fine with eggs and rice for breakfast?" (y/n) asks Hato, trying to include her son while he waits patiently for his milk.

The boy babbles, an occasional chirp leaving his mouth.

"I think so, too."

She grabs the ingredients and prepares the breakfast. An enticing aroma fills the air as (y/n) scrambles the eggs with cooking chopsticks. After moving in with Emiko, the two sisters agreed (y/n) would cook breakfast, and Emiko would prepare dinner. Lunch depended on yourself. Hato, for obvious reasons, is exempted from this rule.

The eggs finish, so (y/n) plates them and checks on Hato's sippy cup. The cup is warm, meaning Hato can finally have his breakfast. She dries the cup with a towel and walks toward Hato.

His little chubby arms reach out to the sippy cup, eagerly wanting his milk. (y/n) laughs, helping Hato to hold the cup's arm before he drinks the cup's contents. (y/n) leans down to kiss his head and goes back to cooking.

Eventually, Emiko waltzes into the kitchen as (y/n) finishes putting the rice and eggs into bowls and sets them on the table.

"Look, who finally woke up, Hato."

Hato pulls the cup away from his mouth and stares at his aunt. His little wings flutter, and the cup whacks against the high chair table as Hato bounces in his seat.

"Hey, kiddo."

Emiko ruffles Hato's hair before sitting at the table to eat her breakfast. (y/n) joins her, digging into the eggs first.

"You got work today?"

"Yeah, I'm needed in the city again today," (y/n) replies.

"Cool," Emiko mumbles out, mouth filled with rice.

Hato laughs, watching his aunt in awe. (y/n) and Emiko glances at each other before turning to Hato.

"Do you think it's funny when Auntie Emiko speaks with her mouth full?"

Hato babbles a laugh and claps his hands. Emiko stuffs more rice into her mouth and then opens it wide, making noises to entertain the boy. Hato mimics Emiko's noises, an occasional giggle slipping through.

(y/n) stares at her small family with a smile. Her family wasn't perfect by any means necessary, but in that moment, everything was perfect. She didn't have a care in the world as everything she needed sat right in front of her.

— — —

Stepping out of the house, (y/n) closes the door behind her. She walks down her usual route to the train station, but something feels off today. Uneasiness settles in the pit of her stomach, a gut feeling telling her that something is about to happen.

Call it paranoia, but after years of her father training her and being a former villain, (y/n) can't shake the feeling that she's being followed, like someone is lurking in the shadows.

With every step, (y/n) senses the presence drawing nearer, the unease escalating into anger. With a quick decision, (y/n) diverts from the usual route and enters an alleyway, wanting to confront the pursuer who followed her from home.

As (y/n) walks further into the dimly lit alley, the figure finally reveals itself. Spinning around, (y/n) outstretches her hands, and arcs of lightning zap out, shooting the stranger. He goes flying into a wall and falls, slumping against it.

(y/n) marches toward him, grabbing his collar and pushing him against the wall. One hand locks around his neck while electricity crackles on the other hand.

"You have five seconds," (y/n) says.

The man blinks, groaning from the hit. "To do what?"

"Tell me who the fuck you are. Or I'm going to fry your brain."

(y/n) draws her hand closer to the man's face, threatening to electrocute his brain till he's nothing left but an empty shell. The man looks between (y/n)'s face and her hand before reluctantly answering.

"I'm an enforcer working for the Hero Public Safety Commission," he explains, "Madam President herself wishes to meet with you."

(y/n)'s eyes widen in surprise and confusion. The mention of the Hero Public Safety Commission and an audience with the President left her with several questions. What could they want with her? And why now?

Sensing her skepticism, the enforcer continues, "I assure you, it's of utmost importance. Please, come with me."

"Me? Important?" (y/n) removes her hand from his neck and steps backward. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

The man straightens, tidying himself from (y/n)'s roughhousing.

"(y/n) (l/n), age twenty-three, daughter of Kentarō and Akira (l/n), more commonly known by their alias Bolt and Shimmer, and older sister to Emiko," he starts, "Your mother wasn't a heavily involved parent and allowed her husband to train you and Emiko to follow in their footsteps. His training was brutal, sending you and your sister to the hospital every so often."

"When you were eighteen, Emiko ran away from home to start a new life. But you?" He questions rhetorically. "You stayed loyal to your parents and became a villain. You eventually met and partnered up with Pro Hero Hawks to catch your father, who now spends his remaining years locked in Tartarus. You stayed in contact with Hawks for a few years until fifteen months ago, when you both—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," (y/n) interrupts, having enough of this man retelling her life story. " You know everything about me, but that doesn't answer why Madam President finds me so important. What do I have that she needs? Or better yet, what's happened that she needs help from a criminal? She already has Pro Heroes waiting on her hand and foot."

"If you come with me, everything will be explained."

Though (y/n) remains guarded, her curiosity outweighs her worry.

"You better hope this isn't a trap for your sake, else I'll fry your brain."

He sighs. "I've gathered."

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Imagine Hawks craving your company after a stressful day, being all clingy and tired but still affectionate

Cute tired boyfriend Hawks, makes me all warm and fuzzy thinking about it.

Pairing: Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, massage, baths, comfort kisses, neck kisses, tired cuddles

A/N: Hawks needs all the smooches and head pats and... wing brushing? Idk lol.

Hawks isn't often tired when he gets home and even if he is he doesn't let it show until he knows you went to sleep, or thinks you're sleeping

You notice the way the muscles in his back twitch when you touch them, how he tries not to grimace from your touch as you take his shirt off

His wings stretch out behind him, red feathers falling to the floor, "Ah, sorry bout that. I'll clean up the mess tomorrow okay sweetheart? For now," He winks at you, his hands locking behind your back, "since you took my shirt off already I'm guessing you want the same thing as me."

You dodge his kiss, much to his amusement, making him think you're just being playful until you tell him to get into the bath, "Bath? Do I stink? I thought you liked post-mission me."

Under normal circumstances yes but not when he's barely able to keep his posture straight, "I'm not tired. Check this out!" He flaps his wings behind him only to fumble down to the floor, your arms there to support him, "Ah. Maybe... maybe I am a little tired. But I can still, you know, do my thing."

Dodging his second kiss you lead a grumbling Keigo to the bathtub, filled with warm water and help him get undressed, ignoring his flirting attempts

Its sweet that even when he's tired he still tries to be flirty and charming and make your pleasure the priority

His wings and hair are all damp from the water and the humidity of the room, his head lulling back into your touch, his wings twitching when your fingers run through the bristled, soft feathers, from the base all the way to the apex

"That feels pretty nice. Always... knew... you had... talented hands... sweetheart." His speech is slow and slurred on his lips, his head almost hanging off the edge of the tub

When he's clean and fully relaxed you give him his pajama bottoms and boxers to put on, of which he only puts on the pajamas

A sleepy smirk spreads to the corners of his face when you get into bed with him

His lips slowly kiss your neck, desperately trying to stay awake against the pull of sleep that he's being lulled into from your sweet, gentle kisses and your fingers sliding through his hair

It was the first full night of sleep he's gotten in a while

#hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami fluff #keigo takami #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha fic #bnha fluff #bnha angst #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fanfic #bnha headcanons #hawks headcanons #bnha imagines #hawks imagine

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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.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

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

♱ —length; 5.4K

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

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

pity.

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

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

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

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

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

“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you gulp. “t-that i…”

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

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

he seems to snap at this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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safe word > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.8k

Ship: Sub!Keigo/Hawks x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, boooo hero commission bad, spanking, reader gets a little mean (consensually), sub drop, keigo’s having a bad day & doesn’t cope well with it, mentions & use of sex toys

the door to keigo’s office closed with a firm click. never a proper slam, keigo scared of the repercussions of anyone catching his ‘improper attitude’ and being ‘ungrateful’ for the position he’s in.

you looked up from where you sat in his office chair, and you pushed your file aside as you took him in. “birdie?” keigo fought the urge to beeline to you, and with great restraint, walked over to you and put on one of his charming smiles.

“miss me?” you playfully rolled your eyes at him and stood up. keigo watched as you stretched, the hem of your blouse rising just enough for him to catch a sliver of skin, and he took a step closer to you. you opened your arms for him and squeaked as he lifted you onto his desk. before you could question him, he stepped into your space, draped his wings around you and let his head fall down, forehead resting on top of your head.

you reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging him closer and you rubbed his back soothingly. “rough day?” a hum was your answer and you frowned.

“need to get out of my head,” hawks whispered to you and you nodded. “tonight? please?”

“of course, birdie. whatever you need,” you promised.

keigo couldn’t have been happier to take that first step into your apartment. he was on you the second you shut the door, a lone feather going to lock the door and you gasped at the feeling of your back meeting the wall. his lips were on yours like a man starved, and soon, needy whines and whimpers started to fall from the hero’s lips.

“shhh, i’ve got you pretty boy,” you whispered against keigo’s lips as you parted, your breath fanning against his neck as you began to press open mouth kisses to the delicate skin. “what do you need from me today?”

“rough, need it so bad. wanna be punished, please ma’am,” the title caused you to hesitate briefly, but you shoved your concerns aside. if keigo, if your birdie needed something, you’d deliver.

“go up to bed then. want you stripped and kneeling by the door when i come up. have three items laid out for me, i’ll be up in a minute,” you said and keigo practically flew upstairs to your bedroom. you slid your shoes off, discarding your jacket on the couch as you gave keigo a minute to prep. gave him a little time to get antsy, needy for you. something felt a little off, keigo never outright asking you to be rough with him. you kept your reservations in mind, reminding yourself to look for signs, then walked upstairs to your room.

you opened the door, expecting to be greeted by the pretty sight of your… sub? partner? keigo kneeling by the door, but he was laid out in bed, hand lazily stroking his dick, cocky smile on his lips. beside him laid a vibrating plug, red silk ties, and a crop.

“oh, so we’re being a brat today? dangerous game for someone who’s asking me to be mean to you.” you walked over to keigo and within a second, grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. keigo’s eyes dilated slightly before he plastered on his calm composure again.

“guess you’ll have to punish me, hmm?” your eyes narrowed and you leaned down, your nose almost brushing his. keigo looked up at you through lidded eyes and you used your free hand to grab his hair, sharply tugging his hair back, a low moan leaving his lips.

“you have no idea what you’re getting into, babe.” moments later, keigo found himself on his hands and knees, ass up in the air. pillows were propped under his stomach, and keigo rolled his hips against the pillow, wanting more friction on his aching cock. keigo jerked forwards with a surprised yelp as your hand came in contact with his ass, the sharp slap leaving him stinging.

the mattress shifted as you settled yourself into position, and your hand rubbed over the pink spot on his left cheek. keigo yearned to press back into your touch, but he kept himself still. keigo barely processed the absence of your hand before another sharp spank was delivered to the right side.

“shit!”

“mmm, still can’t remember our rules? last i remember, i believe you had to count.”

“make me,” keigo cooed and the harsh slap to his balls had his eyes rolling back as he moaned.

“do me a favor, birdie. go send one of those pretty feathers to grab me that hairbrush on my nightstand.” keigo didn’t react and you dug your nails into his shoulder blades, narrowly missing his sensitive wing bases. “if i have to get up, it’s gonna be so much worse for you.” your voice lowered to a near growl, and he begrudgingly sent a feather to collect the brush. he dropped it carelessly beside you and your eyes narrowed.

“oops,”

“think we’re going to start with fifteen, see if your tune changes then. then i’m gonna put that new ring on you and fuck you absolutely fucking stupid and keep you from cumming until i feel like you deserve it. maybe a day, two?” keigo’s dick twitched in anticipation but he couldn’t get into the mindset he craved. he was thinking, couldn’t stop thinking, and he threw his head back as the first spank hit his sit spot. “brat still can’t count, huh? guess i’ll have to teach you how.” another sharp sting to his left cheek. “one,” you drawled, mockingly, as if you were teaching him.

keigo’s eyes began to well with tears as you swiftly delivered the next few spanks. why couldn’t he get into the scene like he wanted? he didn’t realize you had paused, that tears were sliding down his cheek until he heard you speak.

“yellow.”

“w-what?” keigo’s head snapped back to you and he watched as you repositioned to sit in front of him. “no, no, why’d you stop? i, i’m okay, i’m green.”

“i’m yellow. i’m not comfortable continuing our scene because i know you, baby. you’re too distracted to consent properly. you’ve never taken this long to enter subspace. you’re here, but you’re not here.” a choked sob left keigo’s lips and he doesn’t know who moved first, but he was immediately cradled against you and keigo broke down.

“failing, can’t do anything right. not a good hero, can’t even be good for you. don’t deserve you to be good to me,” keigo rambled through his cries and you stroked his wing with one hand, your other hand gently gripping his chin so he had to look at you.

“you are an amazing hero, keigo. no matter what your handler, the commission, what anyone says. i don’t lie to you, do i?” you asked and keigo shook his head. “then you know i’m not lying now. you’re so good, pretty bird. so good with me, so much better than the commission or anyone deserves.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, his nose, each cheek, then a long kiss to his lips.

“‘m sorry. for not telling you until it ruined our scene.”

“hey, shh. don’t worry about that. i care about you, yeah? love that we get to do this, that you trust me enough to let me be this person for you.” you brushed a few stray strands of keigo’s hair out of his face, smiling as he leaned into your touch. “now, how about we lay here for a little? clear your head and then, and only if i believe you’re ready and you’re up for it, we have a re-do. but we’re gonna do it a little different than this time.” keigo nodded as he melted into your arms. yeah, a break sounded good.

“eight, thank you!” keigo moaned as the crop landed on his ass, heart shaped marks red against his skin. you set the crop down and gently ran your hands over the warm skin, and a low whine escaped keigo’s throat.

“can you tell me why i spanked you, baby boy?” you kissed up keigo’s back and his wings fluffed up from the feeling of your lips and the nickname.

“i tried to punish myself for, for feeling bad instead of talking to you.” keigo said, cheek resting against the bed.

“good boy,” you all but purred and keigo whimpered as his dick throbbed. “don’t worry, pretty bird. gonna take such good care of you, just like you deserve.” you smiled when you noticed the dark blush on keigo’s face and you lightly patted the back of his thigh. “think you can get comfy on your back for me? wanna look at your pretty face while i make love to you.”

make love. make love, love, love, love. the word repeated in keigo’s mind and he couldn’t help the pleased chirp that left his lips. both yours and keigo’s eyes widened at the sound and keigo immediately ducked his face into his hands.

“oh, songbird. love that beautiful noise, can’t wait to draw more out of you.”

and fuck you did. keigo couldn’t control the flow of chirps that left his lips as you thrusted into him with the cherry red dildo, the harness rubbing against your heat and you moaned as you gripped keigo’s thighs, and you smirked when a particularly high whine left him.

“close,” keigo panted and you reached down to pump his cock, continuing your relentless hits to his prostate. “please, please, please can i cum? been so good for you, been your good boy, please let me cum“

“go on, songbird. be my good boy, cum for me.” one last sharp thrust sent keigo over the edge, vision going white, ramblings of curses and chirps leaving his lips as he came. your own movements began to falter as the familiar sounds of your finishing moans sounded throughout the room. keigo whimpered as you slowly pulled out and let out a happy sigh as you all but collapsed beside him. keigo barely reacted as you reached over, grabbing the wipes you kept in your nightstand during scenes. he hissed a little at the cool temperature on his stomach, thighs, and dick, but relaxed as you pulled him into you a moment later.

you whispered praises into his ear, and keigo nuzzled into your neck, pressing thankful kisses against it. you smiled when keigo met your eyes a minute later, golden eyes seeming warmer than usual.

“what’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you asked and keigo leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. you cupped his cheek and returned the kiss happily.

“love you,” keigo whispered against your lips and you felt your own urge to hide your face in his chest. instead?

“love you too, kei.” another kiss. more than you’ll ever know.

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