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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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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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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE MIRKO FUCKS AROUND WITH HAWKS ALL THE TIME- SHELL BE LIKE-

Mirko: “ENDEAVOR DEAD AT 49”

Hawks: “NOOOOOAAAAA🦅🦅🦅”

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Day One: And Then There Was One...Bed (BNHA x Reader Smut)

Day One of Amaya's New Year's Event

Summary: After a tiring day assisting your hero at the commission's Christmas party all you wanted to do was collapse in your hotel room and sleep the night away, however, things take a surprising turn when you find out each agency was only given one room...with one bed.

Warnings: smut!!! NSFW, MDNI!! sub Hawks, oral (both receiving), raw sex, dom reader, dom Aizawa, use of words like kitten, fingering

Characters involved: Hawks, Aizawa

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You shouldn't be doing this.

A small smile tugged on your lips as you allowed your fingers to card through his feathers, the action eliciting a shiver from your pro hero as he leaned further into your touch.

The sight made your grin widen as you felt Keigo trail his hot fingers across the swell of your ass, causing you to softly grind against his touch as you allowed yourself a quick peck before completely pulling away from him.

"We really shouldn't be doing this, Keigo."

Other pro heroes would have taken your words as a reason to stop and never look you in the eyes again, but Keigo was different. He was young. You and stupid and everything you thought you left behind after graduating from UA.

And he was needy. So, so needy.

It was why he allowed a small whine to slip past his lips as Keigo's grip tightened on your bare skin.

Stay, he said. And you listened.

You listened even if you knew better than to kneel between your pro hero's legs and slot his dripping cock between your lips, you listened even if you knew a pro hero's position wasn't between his side kick's legs sucking at her core.

Low groans and moans echoed through the hotel room as the two of you made love to each other. Because that was what this was. Not random sex, but making love.

He caressed your body with the hands of worship and you tainted him with a sinner's touch.

Keigo was clumsy, and clearly didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't have had sex more than a handful of times, not with the commission breathing down his neck day and night, but he was eager. Eager and so ready to learn.

He didn't say anything when you tugged at his blond strands and pushed his mouth close to your core. He didn't protest when you told him to sit up against the headboard and climbed on his lap.

The only sound that escaped his lips were moans of pleasure as he egged you on with his words.

Don't stop. So you didn't. Let me cum for you. So you let him.

You wanted to be meaner, to pull away at the last second and make him whine for your touch. But you couldn't. Not when he was looking at you like you hung the sun in the sky.

He looked at you with the eyes of worship, you looked at him like you wanted to severe his faith.

Nobody would know about what transpired between the two of you that night. But nobody needed to know.

Because Keigo Takami might have been the powerful number two hero to the rest of Japan, but to you, he was the pro hero who fell to his knees for his side kick.

Even if it was just for a night.

Aizawa Shouta

It'll be fine he said. We're mature adults who can handle ourselves, he said. I'll be asleep even before you realise it, he said.

Yeah, right.

Aizawa Shouta might have been a pro hero who prided himself on his self-restraint and poise, but the way his lips trailed hickeys down your neck while his fingers curled into the waistband of your pyjamas certainly made it seem otherwise.

It had been hours since the two of you first stumbled into your hotel room tired and ready to collapse, but neither of you had gotten a wink of sleep since the second you lied down beside each other.

At first, he had used the blaring red 2:00 am on the hotel's alarm clock as an excuse to strike up a conversation about how both of you wouldn't be able to get any work done the next day if you didn't sleep.

Then came the cuddling because it was cold enough for you to feel like your toes were going to fall off.

But somewhere between the clock striking three and your lips find his, the two of you had found yourself tangled in each other's limbs with a salacious need gnawing at your mind.

This was wrong. Both of you knew it was.

Pro heroes weren't supposed to spend their nights with their fingers stuffed into their side kick's pussy. And side kick certainly were supposed to jerk off their heroes at three in the morning.

Especially not when you were on a trip organized by the hero commission and in a hotel surrounded by dozens of heroes who could easily hear you through the thin walls.

But neither of you seemed to care much about that. Not when every fibre of your being just screamed for that delicious release.

"Shouta- I-"

You wanted to say something, anything at all. But it was hard to do anything but muffle your moans in the pillow beside your head when Aizawa was curling his fingers up into you so perfectly.

"It's okay."

He placed a chaste kiss on your jawline as he spoke, causing a small smile to tug on your lips.

"You ready to go all the way, kitten?"

You silently nodded along to his question, allowing your hand to fall limp around his length just as you felt his hand pull away.

As you watched Shouta shift so that he could tower over you with one hand pressed into the mattress and the other stroking his leaking cock, you couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of yearning consume you.

It made you whine in annoyance at the lack of his touch, a sound that elicited a chuckle from Aizawa as he reached down to finally slide his tip inside you. And then more, and more, until you could feel him bottoming out with a loud groan that drowned out your own moans.

The mattress squeaked below the two of you as you felt him began to pull out and slide back in at a painfully slow pace.

"Shouta!"

This time your call was one of desperation, the sound making him smirk against your neck as he trailed kisses down your hot skin.

"Be patient."

"But-"

He pulled away from your neck at the weak protest, choosing to stare at you with a raised eyebrow even as his hips rolled against yours.

"Trust me, kitten, I know what I'm doing."

He dropped down to place a quick peck on your lips as he spoke, the gesture causing a small smile to tug at the corner of your lips as you silently watched Aizawa reposition himself above you.

"Now, let your pro hero take care of you."

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afairywithacrown · 6 months

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“you are a petty little man”

“who are you calling little?”

Tsukishima, Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna, Hawks, Geto, Toji, Gojo,

#tsukishima scenarios #bokuto scenarios #oikawa scenarios #atsumu scenarios #suna scenarios #hawks scenarios #geto scenarios #gojo scenarios #toji scenarios #haikyuu imagines #jjk imagines #mha imagines

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sanscat0414 · 3 months

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Keigo Takami (Hawks) Master List

This is my second Hawks master list. All of this is Hawks fanfics or Hawks-related. Please note that My English isn’t that great so grammar or spelling will be out of the window on occasion 😅😅

Hawks Master-List 1

Oneshots:

Fluff/Comfort:

“You Want to Cuddle Me?” (x Clingy Reader)

Aftercare +18 (x Reader)

Angst:

Words (x Depressed Reader)

Last Call (x Hero Reader)

Long Stories:

Sideline (x Timid Reader):

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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xxobvzgoggzxx · 1 year

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Okay hear me out-

the whole "I didn't know where else to go," trope with Hawks

Like it's sometime around 4:00 in the morning. Normally you'd be asleep by now but you have to finish this paperwork first. You were almost done however a loud thud from inside the house startled you. Weird, Could've sworn you locked the doors.

You grabbed the closest thing to your left as a weapon- (or use ur quirk idk-) But thankfully it's just Hawks. It didn't take long for you to notice how exhausted he looked and his wounded arm. He was soaked from the rain and covered in blood- it was hard to look at.

"I'm sorry to wake you, I just didn't know where else to go" He chuckled nervously.

(bitch go to the hospital wtf-)

#hawks x reader #hawks scenarios #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #my hero fanfic #mha x reader

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Head empty only

Hawks x pro hero Reader

But they run into each other at a twice concert because they happen to be sitting together but y/n forgets that they wore a skirt to the concert so now they have to act like they aren’t turned on when hawks puts his hand on their thigh- 👀

Hi sweets! You got it 😉 also I'm really sorry it took me a while to get to it but I hope you enjoy it.

Title : De-stress

Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Genre : A little bit of angst/ Fluff/ Smut/ One shot

Summary : You and Hawks were present during the celebration to announce the merge of the league with the meta liberation army when your anxieties took the best of you. At that moment, it was up to your boyfriend to ease your nerves in a very special way.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You knew the moment you stepped foot into the mansion that Keigo would be there, but of course, you'd have to address him as Hawks in front of everyone else in order to preserve his real identity and yours by extension.

It was a turning point in the lives of everyone involved, a big announcement to be made by Redestro stating the merge of the Meta Liberation Army and the League of Villains under a new name and a new leadership. You and Keigo knew beforehand since you had infiltrated the league for some time in order to gain their trust and report back to the Commission.

_ "Hey beautiful, are you ready?" your boyfriend's all familiar voice came from behind you in a playful whisper.

_ "I don't know Hawks, I'm really nervous, I can't even begin to imagine what that would mean for the rest of us." you couldn't, for the life of you, hide your concerns.

_ "Hey it's gonna be okay babe, you and I have been through worse and came out unscathed, so just relax a little," he stole a quick kiss when no one was looking, "but you know what bothers me the most? hearing you call me by my hero name instead of the one you and I know." he chuckled giving you a wink.

You knew he was trying his hardest to ease your nerves, he was probably as worried as you were— if not more, and the smile that found its way to your lips was your way to wordlessly thank him.

_ "Shall we take our seats? they'll be out at any minute to give the speech." he placed a palm behind your back, guiding you to your assigned seats.

You thanked the heavens you were sat in the last row, away from everyone's prying eyes since the way your legs shook and your brows knitted would've easily given you away.

Here we go.

The league— along with Redestro, waltzed into the hall and greeted their followers before making the announcement.

The joint forces of both organizations to be renamed the Paranormal Liberation Front, and to work under the leadership of Shigaraki Tomura.

Hearing all that was nothing new to Hawks or to yourself, but the deafening cheers troubled you further.

A soft soothing touch against your thigh pulled you back to your senses, and a sweet blinding smile welcomed you as soon as you turned your head to face him.

_ "Relax babe, we knew long ago that something like this would happen," he sneaked his hand under your skirt and squeezed your— now exposed flesh, "let's just enjoy the show for now."

You nodded, tense muscles already loosening. He was right, you were aware and prepared for what was happening so there was no reason to worry.

His hand felt so nice against your thigh, and you secretly thanked him for not retracting it.

The tips of his fingers absentmindedly drew small circles on your skin, and you didn't care that your skirt rode up your legs further each time he decided to inch closer to your core, you were sitting in the last row after all, enjoying your boyfriend's innocent touches.

He squeezed your inner thigh, pulling your leg up and placing it on top of his.. maybe this wasn't as innocent as you thought it would be.

_ "What are you doing?" you whispered a scold and tried to free your leg from his grasp as you looked around to see if anyone had noticed the compromising position you were put into.

_ "Nothing, your legs look really tempting in this outfit so I'm just going to have as much as I can get." he shrugged plainly, as if he didn't just force your legs apart by placing one of them on his lap.

You tugged at your skirt, desperately trying to pool its soft fabric between your legs as you bit the inside of your cheek and looked straight ahead while pretending that you weren't a little turned on when your jerk of a boyfriend decided to leave his hand a hair away from your pussy.

The speech Redestro was enthusiastically chanting, the followers' cheers, the full hall, all seemed distant, unimportant even.

All you could focus on was your boyfriend's fingers on your inner thigh.

You shakily tried to pry his hand away but to no avail, he's just too stubborn to give in so easily.

_ "Stop it already." you were annoyed at that point, sending him a threatening glare and hoping he would listen.

_ "You don't like it? I thought you would, I mean look at that," he ran a finger along your damp panties, "but if you want me to stop then, by all means."

He abruptly released your leg and took his hand back before turning around to join the crowd's cheers. The asshole.

You were left with a tingly feeling spreading throughout your core and took some deep breaths as you hoped you'd chase away your growing arousal.

What you failed to see in your flustered state, was the amused side looks your boyfriend had been sending your way. Watching you squirm and bite down on your lip because of him was a treat.

_ "Are you okay honey? You don't seem too comfortable." damn him, playing clueless despite being well aware of his effect on you.

_ "Ye.. yeah I'm fine." you didn't mean to sound awkward, but he managed to get under your skin.

He crossed his legs and leaned in just enough for his hot breath to tickle your ear.

_ "You know? This mansion is filled with empty rooms, so if you want we can slip in one of them and.."

_ "Alright, get up before someone notices sees us leaving." you gave him no chance to finish his sentence as you already knew what he had in mind, and frankly, you no longer cared about your surroundings, all you wanted was him.

You scurried out of the hall like a couple of college lovers, it was unusual for either of you to act so rashly, especially during undercover missions, but for once you allowed your playful sides to take over without putting much thought into the consequences.

_ "This room looks good, it's far from all the commotion." he stated, already pulling you in and closing the door behind you two.

_ "Keigo, isn't this crazy? we're supposed to be out there doing our job but instead we're.. ah.." you were interrupted by his lips on your neck, kissing and nibbling on your flesh.

_ "Stop worrying baby, nothing bad will happen so just relax and think about nothing but me." he urged, face buried against your skin and arms sneaking under your short skirt.

Truthfully, it was his way of distracting you, he hated seeing your worried expressions earlier, since he knows you too well and realizes your tendency to overthink everything to the point of spiralling into despair.

_ "Keigo.." all you could do was moan his name as his fingers pushed your panties down and fondled your glistening cunt.

_ "I love hearing you call my name." his lips moved up to yours, hungrily devouring them as his fingers fucked you slowly.

But that wasn't enough, you wanted to touch him too, to feel his eagerness, to have him between your legs, "Keigo, I want you inside me now, please.." you breathed out as you clumsily fumbled with his belt buckle.

He smirked as he finished undoing his belt and unzipping his pants before picking you up and propping you against the wall.

_ "Brace yourself, we have to be quiet." he planted another kiss on your lips, a soft one this time, before pumping his length a few times and pressing into your heat with a satisfied groan that mirrored your whine.

You pulled him impossibly close to your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing and adjust yourself to his cock.

It felt so good, he felt so good. Each time with him feels like your first, the excitement, the nervousness, the shyness, the playfulness.. the love.

_ "Honey are you feeling alright?" he whispered in your ear before nuzzling your cheek and sending shivers along your neck, but you couldn't respond, you couldn't utter a sound, all you managed to do was nod feverishly and wiggle your hips weakly to prove your point.

_ "I got it babe." he groaned, pulling out to the tip before slamming back into your heat.

You gasped in surprise burying your face in his neck as you feared being heard by anyone outside of the room.

He fucked you fast, and deep, growling with each push of his hips against yours.

Your hands moved to thread themselves through his golden locks, "Keigo.. kiss.." you struggled between thrusts as you longingly gazed into his eyes.

_ "Ah.. damnit baby what are you doing to me?" he wasted no time devouring your lips and you moaned softly against him as the faint taste of alcohol he had earlier tickled your tongue again.

You were getting lightheaded as you quickly neared you blissful ending, and the way you tightened up around his cock was proof enough.

He smirked against your lips as he pummeled you faster and rougher, knowing full well how much you'd enjoy it.

_ "Keigo.. please I'm cumming.. keep going please.." you shamelessly wailed and he gladly obliged, pounding into your cunt until your eyes rolled back and your legs shook uncontrollably before you slumped onto his chest.

_ "Are you okay honey?" he groaned through gritted teeth, struggling to guard his self control.

He halted his thrusts but left his dick buried deep inside you, he was still hard and breathing raggedly, but didn't want to overstimulate you.

_ "Keigo, put me down, I'll help you." it was the least you could do.

He didn't respond after that and you didn't wait for him to. You freed yourself from his grasp and kneeled down before his bouncing cock.

You looked up to find him gazing at you with a mixture of adoration and arousal, and your heart skipped a beat when he smiled lovingly as he cradled your cheek with one hand, guiding you to his anticipating dick.

You took it into your mouth immediately, humming around his length in satisfaction.

_ "Fuck.. yeah babe.. keep going." he hissed running his fingers through your hair.

He was so close, bucking his hips shallowly against you and biting down on his lip to keep his voice in check.

You hollowed your cheeks and ran your tongue along his shaft as you watched the way his face contorted in pleasure.

_ "Babe I'm gonna cum! let go quick!" you could tell he was close, judging by the way his cock started twitching in your cavern, but you refused to let go, you wanted him to cum into your mouth.

_ "Fuck! Y/n!" he growled before shooting his load into your welcoming heat.

You took it all, happily swallowing everything he had to offer before falling on your butt with a satisfied giggle.

_ "Are you okay honey? you didn't have to do that." he followed you down and gently wiped the corners of your mouth before placing a soft peck on your glistening lips.

_ "Thank you Keigo, for always doing your hardest for me." because even if he doesn't say it outright, you know that you will always be his number one.

_ "Anything for you sweetheart." to hell with the villains and the commission, nothing can take your spot in his heart and mind.

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cozzzynook · 1 year

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During the summer Dabi sits in the tub taking ice baths inside Hawks home.

The feathered man didn’t mind a single bit seeing as the heat did little to bother him. He simply laid an arm across the tub and sat beside Dabi on the outside, talking with him. Signing with his hands whenever Dabi wanted to engage in conversation. His cochlear implants sitting in the often shared bedroom on a charger.

Whilst Hawks watched Dabi’s elegant hands tell story after jabbing story in a mix of teasings and affection. He felt the world around him light up with life as his mind calmed and his heart could only focus on Dabi.

He loved summer days such as this one.

They always kept Dabi beside him.

#dabihawks #dabi #bnha #mha #hawks #touya todoroki #hotwings #pro hero hawks #keigo tamaki #dabi todoroki #dabi scenarios #hawks scenarios #hawks headcanons #dabi headcanons #dabihawks headcanon #mha dabihawks #deaf dabi

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imaushuyuna · 2 years

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Dabi or Hawks would say some shit like "my dick hurts I think it's a sign for you to come suck it"

#dabi x reader #hawks x reader #my hero academia dabi #my hero academia hawks #hawks smut #dabi smut #dabi scenarios #hawks scenarios #hawks simp #dabi simp #todoroki touya #takami keigo #it’s a sign

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ ANGEL

cw: mature, inexperienced!hawks (love this shit), reader is a stripper

PART 2 | MASTERLIST

“so… you’re a regular here?” hawks noted with forced amusement. he was trying his best to be casual, not look at the girls too long, keep a nonchalant face, but keigo had never been to a strip club before.

“it’s on my patrol route, so the girls know me.” present mic waved to bartender, who sent him a kiss back.

“and we’re here because…”

“its your birthday.” hizashi stated, taking a seat in front of the stage. hawks followed suit, shifting around a bit in an attempt to get comfortable. “it was either i bring you here, or midnight.”

it only took a split second for hawks to appreciate her not being there.

“point taken.” he mumbled as a waitress placed a drink in front of him. he smiled at her in appreciation for a moment before looking back at mic. his companion opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by an enthusiastic—“hizashi!”

keigo’s attention immediately darted to the girl making her way towards them. a shiver went down his spine. her smile was carefree, eyes only focused on the two of them as she maneuvered through the crowd. her small outfit was followed by small, white wings attached to her bra—like an angel—and her exposed skin was dusted in a silvery glitter.

hizashi stood up to greet her, placing a kiss on her cheek as she hugged him. he sat back down and motioned to keigo.

“look who i brought!” he told her. keigo’s breath caught in his throat as she looked at him.

“the number 2 hero!” she greeted him. “haven’t seen you here before. this your first time?”

“its his birthday.” hizashi took a sip of his drink.

“happy birthday!” she clapped her hands together with a grin before she turned back to mic, “the girls are in the back if you wanna say hi.”

hizashi excused himself, and left hawks alone with the angel. she seemed much more relaxed than he was as she focused her attention on him. and he realized he hadn’t spoken a word to her yet.

“is it messy?” he asked.

she gave him a confused look. he lifted his hand to motion at his chest, unable to speak, for some reason.

she looked down at her own boobs. “oh! the glitter? yea—its body glitter, so not as messy as regular, but it keeps the married men away from me.”

she giggled slightly and hawks couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. her hand came out slightly to touch his wings and he almost moaned. “you’re not married, are you?”

he shook his head quickly. she smiled softly.

“wonderful.” she retracted her hand and moved to leave. “im gonna go on stage soon, i hope you enjoy my dance.”

“good luck.” he squeaked, and she sent him a wink over her shoulder.

hizashi didn’t come back in time for the angel’s dance.

but that was fine with him. the only thing hawks could see was her. the music faded out, the people dissipated, and there was only her and her dancing. the spell she put him under didn’t leave when she was finished. it took a couple minutes for keigo to come back down to earth, and realize that he was uncomfortably hard in his jeans. he tried shifting inconspicuously, but no one was paying attention anyway, and his eyes caught sight of the angel walking back over. his hands left his crotch instantly.

“hey again.” she smiled. “hizashi paid for a lap dance for the birthday boy before my shift is over.”

“you’re leaving?” keigo asked.

“well, i have to go home at some point.” she held out her hand to him. he took it without hesitation as she began to lead him through the floor. they came to the private rooms, passed where the lap dances were happening in the little cubicles, and hawks became a bit suspicious.

“why are we here?” he asked her as she closed the door behind them. the music became muffled, the lighting in the room made the glitter on her body shimmer.

“your wings are a bit big for out there.” she told him, stalking around him like a predator. her fingers came back to his feathers as another shiver took over him. “and you looked uncomfortable on the floor.”

“that obvious?” he submitted when she pushed him to sit down on the bench.

she giggled a bit and nodded with her hands on his shoulders. he blushed.

“you look like you’re gonna explode.” her eyes flickered down to his pants for a second, and keigo felt his dick twitch a bit. “you sure you want a lap dance?”

“please.” his hands moved to her hips on instinct, but upon feeling her hot skin, he retreated quickly, not wanting to over step boundaries.

her hands left his shoulders and grasped his, bringing them back to her hips. he looked up at her to make sure it was alright and she nodded.

“its okay,” she said. “you’ll be gentle.”

#mha hawks #mha x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks smut #hawks scenarios #mha smut #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #sub hawks

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keikiri-kitten · 11 months

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ARE YOU A HERO ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

hawks x reader, post chapter 385, quirkless!reader, angst, not proofread

“Ma’am?”

When Keigo asked you to take his place, you were flabbergasted. There wasn’t a proper answer that you could give him. What could you say in a moment like that? You can see the moment all over again in your head.

The hospital room is stale. It reeks of antiseptics but carries a faint scent of the pitiful well soon flowers in the room. Your heart’s heavy in your ears and your vision is blurred from the welling in your eyes.

The number two looks absolutely terrible; his makeup is cleaned from his face but his face is tarnished with scars and scratches. He can’t look at you. He prefers to blankly stare at the tv so he doesn’t have to confront your emotions. The most he gives you is a weak hand wrapping its fingers around your palm.

You can spot his chest rise and fall to the beat of the patient monitor from under his gown. Your gaze rises to the empty look in his eyes and the short messy mop of blonde that frays over his face and pillow as much as it can.

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?”

His eyes sweep to you, growing wide, “contrary to popular belief, I’ve still got my mind.” There’s a darkness in his tone to express that he’s serious with this request.

“Keigo.”

“You went to that hero school didn’t you?”

“It was the worst years of my life! I wasn’t even in the 3B class by the time I graduated. I was in the support course. I made gadgets for flashy assholes.”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t think you’d be capable of doing this sort of thing.”

“Look how you turned out!” You bark in a hushed whisper, making him retreat back to his bed.

“Fucking unlucky turn of events, aren’t they?” He scoffs. There’s silence for a small moment before he continues to try, “I’m asking you to do this for me now and not when I’m six feet under because you can do this. You know the ins and outs of this thing. I’ve showed you everything that’s been shown to me. I can’t do this anymore, baby. I’m truly spent, but someone still needs a hero.”

He’s giving up right in front of you and it breaks your heart to the core. It hurts you to see him giving up on himself but not the heroes. You know part of him still wants to patrol and flash the pair of wings that are no longer there.

He can see your nose turn up as well as your brows stitch together in distaste. You wanted to avoid heroism as much as you could. Dating Keigo was breaking that rule but you promised to never go further than that.

You didn’t want to be a hero at this point. The fact is; you didn’t even blame the villains for how he turned out. You blamed the heroes. You blamed them for not being strong enough or supportive enough. If they were really the top dogs, your number two would be flapping his wings and flashing a grin. Heroism stole him away from you.

You’d rather be a villain. Well, they’ve had the upper hand this whole time, hadn’t they? There’s no way you’d confidently go up to the Hero Commission asking for a free hero pass for the sake of the number two. You’d rather burn that bitch to the ground for him. You never want to see him pitifully beg to live vicariously through you again.

“No.”

Keigo’s hand falls in defeat, letting go of your hand to run his fingers through his hair.

“It’s dangerous, Keigo. I don’t know what I’m doing and I almost lost you. I don’t need you to lose me.” You try with him, hoping he understands. He does. He knows how big of a request it is to put your life on the line for his sake, but part of him can’t give up heroism.

“Please, think about it.”

You can tell Keigo is begging you. The light is falling from his eyes and his heat beat is increasing. The frustration he has intimidates you. You know it’s not his fault that he’s in this position. It’s a simple case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time and trusting the wrong people. As you watch him emotionally cave in himself, you try to reconsider the options.

“Ma’am?”

“What?” You don’t mean to sound so sharp with the receptionist, but as she jumps at your harshness, you sigh.

“Are you ready?”

Are you?

#this hurt to make but you know what it is #hawks x you #mha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks drabble #hawks scenarios #hawks angst #birdie #keigo x reader #keigo angst #keigo takami #bnha keigo #keigo drabble #keigo takami x reader #hawks

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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year

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The way he looks at you.

His eyes so consumed by your little details, admiring the little things and ways about you. like how you push your hair out of your face while leaning your head over your desk, and how your eyebrows furrow when it falls back down. How you write so perfectly, and the way your concentrated face remains on the report on the computer screen. Even when your both working he can’t help but get distracted. How could he over look such a perfect being?

Not even noticing that you’ve noticed the dumb look on his face, his own too absorbed by your glory. “Geez, I know I’m hot but you’re just obsessed at this point.” Your snarky remark spits him out of his trance, followed by a small chuckle after realizing how obvious his staring was, leaving a small smile from the corner of your mouth. “Sorry hot stuff, you’re just too good to look at.”

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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Meet The Family: You Meet His 'Child'

Day Five of Teacher's Pet

Notes: I'm back! gonna have consistent updates from now on

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Hawks, Dazai, Shinichiro,

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

A small grin spread across your lips as you quickly moved around the agency, the path to Keigo's office feeling almost second nature what with how much time you spent at his agency.

However, you were forced to a stop just as you reached out to pull open the door.

"They're having a meeting, I would advise against disturbing it."

The sudden statement had you spinning on your heels to face an unfamiliar boy you hadn't noticed before.

Compared to the brightly-dressed adult heroes around the agency the boy stuck out like a sore thumb what with his black get-up and almost serene vibe.

However, it was that very feature that had a name jumping to the tip of your tongue.

"You're Tokoyami, right? The kid who's interning with Keigo."

Tokoyami nodded along as you spoke, gesturing you to one of the empty seats beside him.

As you took a seat beside him, you couldn't help but feel your smile widen. Keigo would never admit it, but over the course of his previous internship he had come to think of Tokoyami as more than just a fellow bird hero to look out for.

In fact, he cared for the kid more than he realized.

"So, you're the famous partner?"

"How did you-"

Tokoyami shrugged at your words, almost as if it was obvious.

"You referred to Hawks with his first name. And he's spoken of you before."

The two of you remained quiet for a moment after that, but the silence was quickly broken by your curiosity to see just how close your boyfriend was to his student.

"So, what do you think about him?"

"Hawks is he's impressive. Honestly, I had never thought of him much before my internship, sure he's a great hero, but after meeting him I-"

The way Tokoyami trailed off had you quickly turning to gauge the younger boy's reaction, however, the small smile on his face eased any worries you might have had.

"-began to look up to him. He makes me want to be a better hero. Maybe it's because of how close we are in age compared to other pro heroes, but Hawks makes me feel inspired. Like he can teach me how to be the best hero."

Tokoyami had begun to relax in his seat as he spoke but was quick to jump up and turn to you once he processed his words.

"But don't tell him any of that! It'll get to his head and-"

"Of course, your secret's safe with me."

The wide grin on your face probably didn't look too convincing, but Tokoyami wasn't given a chance to argue as the office doors were pushed open and a certain feathered hero pulled you to his side.

"You're early."

Hawks was quick to lead you into his now empty office as he spoke, whether it was because of the light blush dusting his cheeks or the rush of heroes now in the hallway, you weren't sure.

However, one thing was for certain. He had heard Tokoyami.

"And you're adorable."

"Shut up."

His office was consumed with laughter as you took your time teasing your boyfriend, with the latter attempting to block off any mentions of his little relationship with Tokoyami.

However, even as the two of you poked fun at each other and wasted away his lunch break, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling blossom within your chest.

Neither Keigo nor Tokoyami realized it, but perhaps, meeting each other was exactly what they needed to reconcile with a part of themselves they had forgotten.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu was a complicated person.

People who didn't know him thought of him as the suicide-obsessed detective who kept the agency alive and running, often literally, and the ones who did were either scared of him or found Dazai endearing.

You had never really come across anyone who didn't fit in either of those boxes. Up until your encounter with one of the port mafia's best.

You weren't really aware of Dazai's past with the port mafia, but one thing you knew for sure was that after a crazy day of saving the city, Akutagawa more than deserved at least a bit of recognition from his mentor.

Dazai could almost feel the way you were glaring at him from your spot behind Akutagawa, perhaps that was why he hesitated for a moment before completely dismissing his student's requests.

"You did-"

His gaze finally flicked over Akutagawa's shoulder to meet your encouraging gaze, a sight he couldn't help but give in to after such a tiring day saving the city.

"-you did good. You've improved."

A soft sigh escaped his lips as Dazai spoke, however, that was completely concealed by the sound of Akutagawa's frame hitting the floor.

You would have thought he had broken them if it weren't for the half-assed reassurances Dazai threw your way as he dragged you away from the scene.

"You did good too."

A wide smirk spread across his face as Dazai turned to face you, with his hands shifting from your arm to instead rest on your waist so he could easily pull you into his chest.

"Only good?"

You hummed at the question, letting him pull you against his chest as a smile of your own formed across your lips.

"Fine, you did amazing."

Your words only served to widen his smile as Dazai finally sealed your lips with his, with his grip on your waist tightening the longer the two of you remained that way.

"Maybe being nice to Akutagawa isn't such a bad idea after all."

You playfully slapped his chest at the statement, but even as the two of you fell into a playful stream of banter, you couldn't help but notice how Dazai seemed a lot more pleased with Akutagawa than he let on.

He would never admit it, but Dazai already felt as proud as Akutagawa as he wanted him to be. Perhaps, someday would find it in himself to admit as much.

Shinichiro Sano

After a day full of fun with your boyfriend you were ready to return home and sleep the night away, however, that idea seemed increasingly impossible the longer you lingered outside the Sano house.

"Shin, I can go home by myself, seriously!"

Shinichiro let out a low groan at your words, with his hold on your waist tightening to keep you stuck between him and his bike.

"I already drove us till here, I can take you home too."

"We literally live in the same neighbourhood."

He seemed to perk up at your words, but you were quick to shut down any ideas of walking together with a stern look.

Usually, you would have been more than happy to go home with Shinichiro, but as the oldest Sano sibling there were certain responsibilities he had, responsibilities that he had already avoided to spend the day with you.

And knowing Shinichiro, he would probably want to spend more time together once your home came in view, something that you would ultimately give in to and hate yourself for.

The Sano kids were already neglected enough as it was, you didn't want to be the reason to take away their older brother too.

Thankfully, his younger siblings intervened right before he could convince you to give in.

"Oi Shinichiro, Emma's been- oh."

The blond boy leaning against their house's doorframe was quick to stand up straight and awkwardly run his hand through his hair the second your eyes locked, with his actions making you increasingly aware of how you probably looked at that moment.

Shinichiro pulled away the second he registered his brother's voice, choosing to instead lean against his bike beside you.

"I got your things, I'll be in in a minute."

Mikey nodded along to his brother's words, sparing a quick look at the dorayaki packet on the bike before walking back inside the house.

However, even as you watched the blond disappear past the front door you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. You had been so excited to meet Shinichiro's younger siblings, but after how he had just seen you, Mikey's mental image of you was probably the opposite of what you wanted.

Shinichiro seemed to sense your disappointment at the prospect of being looked down on by his siblings and was quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders, squeezing them in an attempt to reassure you.

"Don't worry, Mikey isn't the type to judge people like that. Plus-"

he returned to your front as he spoke, this time with a goofy grin stretched across his lips.

"-I talk about you enough for him to know better."

Usually, people would have been shy to admit such things, but Shinichiro's willingness to be truthful about his emotions was what made you like him so much.

That, paired with the fact that even if he usually stumbled around with his words, he somehow always knew how to make you feel better.

"I want to meet them."

He hummed at your statement, pulling away from your form to instead take your hand in his and tug you towards the front door, with the packet of dorayaki in his other hand.

"Luckily, I picked out enough dorayaki for four. Why don't you spend the night?"

You probably weren't going to be staying for that long, but it was the prospect of being able to learn about a new side of Shinichiro's life, one he often hid away from others, that had you grinning in excitement.

Maybe meeting his loved ones would take the two of you one step closer to acknowledging the love you felt for one another.

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