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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Basic Instincts Part 5- Animalistic

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.

Warnings for rough, possessive unprotected sex, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, pregnancy mention, breeding kink, dacryphilia (crying kink), lots of dirty talk, overstimulation

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You wake up the next morning to find your shirt soaked in sweat but as you start to wake up more fully you realize it’s not your own. You’re immediately alert as you push yourself up to look at Hawks properly. His face is flushed, eyes squeezed shut like he’s in pain and he’s sweating profusely. The hand he’d thrown around your waist last night now clutches your shirt tightly as his other hand clasps the sheets in a similar death grip. When you press the back of your hand to his forehead you realize he’s feverish too and worry buries itself in your chest. “Jesus Hawks, you’re burning up are you ok?” you ask, causing his eyes to immediately snap open to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide and he groans as his gaze meets your worried one, his head thumping back against the pillow and his eyes slipping shut again. You shift to try and get a better look at him and immediately he hisses out, tightening the arm around you. “Don’t. Move,” he all but growls and just as you’re about to ask him why, you feel something poking into your hip and oh... That’s why no moving. Now that you’re aware of it you’re a little surprised you didn’t notice his erection sooner.

“I’m such an idiot,” Hawks groans in frustration, “I lost track of the fucking date.” “To be fair, Tokoyami made it seem like you’ve been hardcore working overtime lately. What’s going on?” you ask urgently, as you push his hair back from his face. He practically whimpers at the touch, his head subconsciously leaning into it. “It’s spring,” he groans, as if that explains anything at all. You blink down at him in confusion. “Ok and?” you ask. You don’t appreciate the eye roll you get in response. “Can’t believe you’re making me spell it out,” he grumbles, which ok rude, before adding “what do birds do in spring (y/n)?” You’re still not quite sure what he’s getting at until you make the mistake of shifting your weight again, inadvertently applying friction to his throbbing erection. He groans, his hips jerking up into yours and it’s hard not to get distracted by how fucking gorgeous he looks when it happens but then it finally clicks. “Oh. Breeding season,” you note and Keigo gives an embarrassed nod. “Wait but you never had a rut when we were younger,” you point out. “Usually take suppressants a few days before it starts. Forgot this time,” he explains between heaving breaths as he desperately resists the temptation to grind up against you. “How can I help?” you ask. “Bag. Check if suppressants there,” he mumbles and you nod, carefully peeling yourself away from his hold so as not to apply more pressure to the aching erection tenting his pajama pants. You quickly grab his bag and then sit on the other side of the bed rummaging through it in search of some kind of pill bottle but find nothing. “Any day now (y/n),” he groans beside you. “I don’t see them Kei,” you admit, going so far as to dump the contents of his duffel bag out onto the floor in hopes you’d just missed them. “Fuck, seriously?” he whines. “Yea, they’re not here,” you admit and the distressed noise he makes hurts your heart a little to hear. “What now?” you ask desperately. “Now you find another hotel room.” “What!? I’m not leaving you alone like this!” “You have to.” “I’m not abandoning you Kei!”

The words have barely finished leaving your mouth before suddenly Hawks has you pinned down to the bed. “You can’t say shit like that right now. Can’t fucking show you care about me. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you full of my seed, not to fucking breed you until you can’t fucking move,” he growls and you know this is serious but you can’t help the way wetness starts to pool in your underwear at the words. It’s then that a thought starts to dawn on you. “What if you didn’t hold back?” you ask. “What?” Keigo rasps. “Well it’s hurting you fighting your instincts right now, right?” you ask. Keigo nods, his head bowing as he continues to fight against his natural impulses. “Well it’s kind of like a period right? The symptoms are happening because the biological purpose hasn’t been fulfilled or whatever. So what if... what if I let you ‘breed’ me?” you offer. Keigo’s wings immediately flare and puff out above you, making them seem even larger than usual as he groans, hips jerking a fraction forward. “The commission would kill us if I knocked you up I’m not gonna-“ “I have an IUD. You won’t actually get me pregnant and your rut symptoms would probably stop right? Let me help you,” you plead but Keigo shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his hands release your wrists to instead fist the sheets on either side of you. You press a hand to his cheek, gently raising his head. “Look at me Kei,” you tell him, voice soft and sweet like honey. When he finally does there’s something desperate and vulnerable in the depths of his eyes and it only strengthens your determination. “Let me help you,” you assert again and it’s enough to crumble his resolve.

Keigo surges forward to kiss you hungrily, finally allowing himself to grind desperately against you. This time you bring your hips up to meet his, providing the friction his aching cock has wanted since he woke up that morning. The hand you don’t have pressed to his cheek goes to his back to reel him in closer before tangling in the soft downy feathers right where his wings meet his back. He moans his approval into your mouth as his hips start to move faster and faster, grinding into your thigh in a desperate bid for friction until suddenly his hips stutter as he begins to spill into his boxers. Keigo’s lips break away from yours, a trail of saliva still connecting them, as you start to ask “Did you just-“ but cut yourself off with a yelp as Keigo suddenly tugs you further down the bed. You’re positive he just came but you can see his cock already twitching as he unceremoniously shoves your shirt up to expose your breasts. “Gonna make you feel so good. So perfect,” he promises as he stares at the newly exposed skin. You’ve never felt so much like prey before but Hawks certainly plays the role of predator well. “Need to see more of you,” he suddenly declares and before you can even think about removing your clothes yourself, several of his feathers have cut them off of you as his greedy gaze drinks in your now nude form. “Fuck look how wet you are,” he groans his eyes locked on your dripping sex as he reaches one hand out to carefully stroke little circles into your clit. You whimper at the sudden attention, hips chasing the action as he watches you with rapt attention. “Gotta make sure that pretty little cunt of yours is ready for me. Ready to be filled,” he groans before he moves down the bed, shoving off his own pants and boxers as he does so. Once he’s got himself situated he brings his hands to your thighs, pressing his digits into the skin there and massaging carefully as he brings his face closer to your waiting sex.

There’s no finesse in the way Keigo proceeds to eat you out. It’s purely animalistic. He is a raptor and you the poor little bird he’s devouring. His tongue explores every inch of your inner walls, writhing in ways that have you squirming and moaning on the bed. He tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you tighter against his face and delighting in every keening whimper he wrenches out of you. His own hips grind down into the mattress to provide much needed friction to his dribbling cock as your pussy clenches around his tongue. He can only imagine how good it’s going to feel when his hardened length is sheathed inside you but first he needs to make absolutely sure you’ll be ready for it. He finally withdraws his tongue from inside you just to replace it with two, then three of his fingers as his tongue laves attention onto your sensitive clit. “F-fuck, Kei I’m gonna-“ you moan just as your orgasm washes over you, sending shockwaves done your spine. He pulls his mouth away but only to suck marks into your hips as his fingers continue to stretch you open. “S-slow down Kei, wait, ah!” you whimper. “Shh you’re ok, I need another from you though. Need to make sure you’re ready for me,” he insists, the pace of his fingers unrelenting even as he starts to kiss up your body. “Can you give me another?” he asks and despite the fact your entire body feels like it’s on fire you find yourself nodding. “Good,” he grins as he drives you mercilessly into another orgasm that has your eyes watering.

If you thought you’d get a break you were sorely mistaken, almost as soon as the aftershocks of your last orgasm have passed, Keigo’s pressing the tip of his dick against your entrance, barely holding himself back. His entire body shakes with the effort of it but he refuses to press in just yet. “Need you to tell me you’re ok first. Won’t do anything you’re not ready for,” he grinds out. “‘M ready,” you promise even though you’re already feeling overstimulated. It’s all the permission Keigo needs as he immediately slams himself all the way inside you at once. You cry out, arms flying up to grasp desperately at his back, leaving red nail marks on his skin as you hang on for dear life. There’s something electric about the connection though and you suddenly find yourself just as desperate for Keigo as he seems to be for you. “Fuck, fuck I need you to move, god I need you to move so bad,” you find yourself pleading and Keigo happily obliges, wasting no time before he starts drilling into you at a brutal pace. Your walls clench and flutter around him in the most delicious way and he knows he won’t last long but that’s what he wants. He wants so badly to fill you up until you can’t contain any more of his sperm. “God your pussy is so fucking tight, feels so good around me,” he groans as he fucks deeper into your tight wet heat. The stretch of accommodating his girth combined with the aggressive pacing soon has tears running down your cheeks but you’d never dream of telling him to slow down or stop. Quite the opposite, actually. “Want you to fill me up so bad, please, please,” you beg. “Gonna breed you so good, make you nice and round with my kids, fuck,” he answers, his hips starting to stutter as he nears his climax. He presses his mouth to yours for a messy kiss as he finally topples over that edge, his cum painting your insides white as you follow him into bliss.

“Felt so good, Kei,” you moan but the man above you shakes his head. “‘M sorry, but it’s not enough. Need more, need to fill you more, need to make sure it sticks,” he groans as you realize he’s still hard. “Just one more, I promise. One more and I’ll get you nice and full, please, I promise,” he swears and you’re not even sure if your body can take anymore at this point, but you’ve come too far to turn back now so you nod your head. Keigo presses kisses to your tear stained cheeks in thank you as he starts rocking into you again, his cum dripping out around his fat cock where it disappears inside you. He grabs onto your thighs so he can pull you tighter against him, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as the shift in angle makes him hit the perfect spot along your walls to have you seeing stars. You can barely focus on anything except the overwhelming desire to be as close to Hawks as possible. Keigo shifts his weight again so he can look you in the eyes as he plows into you. “Look at me, need you to look me in the eyes,” he demands. It’s shockingly difficult, your vision blurred by tears and your ability to focus slipping through your fingers, but when you do manage it it’s like a lightning bolt shoots through both your bodies. “You’re mine,” Keigo growls with a ferocity neither of you expects. “I’m yours, Kei, I’m yours. Fuck, always yours,” you find yourself babbling, unable to break your gaze away from his. The words become almost a mantra, both of you over and over again swearing you’re each other’s until the words lose all coherence. With one final thrust you both cry out in ecstasy and it’s different and so much more intense than any of the orgasms you’d had prior. It’s like your entire body burns with it, an all consuming feeling of joint passion, pleasure, and pain as Keigo pumps more and more of his cum inside you. When he’s finally spent he all but collapses on top of you, his energy sapped, but it’s like something snaps into place in both your chests. Like finding a piece you didn’t know you were missing from a puzzle you didn’t know you were making. Your body is sore and you’re exhausted and yet an almost euphoric feeling washes over you as you and Keigo both try to catch your breath. “So perfect. My perfect mate,” you hear Keigo mumble sleepily as his nose nuzzles into your neck. Before you can question him on it, exhaustion finally overwhelms you and you drop off to sleep.

A/N: Part 5 was originally going to include more things but as you can tell, the smut got away from me 😀 and I stand by every word of it

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Basic Instincts Part 0- 11 Years Prior

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Warning for very, very brief (like blink and you miss it) description of a fatal injury

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“Are you absolutely certain the coast is clear?” You ask the translucent girl in front of you who can’t be much older than you are. “I’m dead, not stupid. I triple checked for you and everything,” she huffs. You try not to think about why there’s a dead teenage soul at the HPSC compound but the girl in front of you has become one of your only friends. You also try not to think about how sad that sentence sounds. “Ok, wish me luck,” you say nervously even as she gives you a reassuring grin and a thumbs up before vanishing into thin air, your eyes fading from red back to their natural color as she does so. You carefully open the door to your dorm room, checking to make sure no one is coming before sneaking into the hallway. You easily make your way through the maze like complex. You’ve grown up in the arms of the HPSC, it’s only natural that you know the dorm and training facility like the back of your hand. Eventually you make your way outdoors and start heading towards a private hill behind one of the larger buildings. You spot a familiar pair of red wings and immediately a bright grin stretches across your face as you rush over to him.

Keigo senses you coming just like you knew he would and turns to you with his arms open wide. You throw yourself into them as you arrive and he clutches you close, breathing in the unique smell of you. “Missed you my little scarlet witch,” he mumbles into your neck. “You just saw me at dinner earlier,” you chuckle. “It’s not the same. I couldn’t do this at dinner,” he says pulling back from the hug just enough to kiss you. You melt into it, butterflies floating around your stomach. You’ll never get used to kissing your best friend, even though it’s been months since you both confessed to each other. He pulls back, nuzzling his nose against yours as he does, a soft coo falling from his lips. You can’t help but giggle at the sound, causing him to pull back affronted. “What?” he asks incredulously. “I’m sorry! It’s just cute when you get all avian like that,” you admit causing Keigo to roll his eyes. “My weird birdy instincts are not cute,” he pouts. “Your birdy instincts aren’t weird and I love them,” you correct and at that he melts. “Well I love you,” he murmurs leaning back in to press his forehead to yours. “I love you too Kei.” “C’mon, I set up a blanket not far from here.”

You and Keigo try to do this on a regular basis: sneak out of your dorms to spend time together just the two of you away from the commission’s watchful gaze. You talk about anything and everything out here, often staying out long past sunset if the commission is busy enough not to notice your absence. You sit on the blanket Keigo had brought from his room, his head pillowed in your lap as you stroke your fingers through his feathery hair. “Hey (y/n)?” “Yea?” “Do you ever think about growing old?” The question takes you by surprise as you look down at him, your hand stilling in his hair. He whines at you when you stop though so you quickly resume scratching along his scalp as you mull over his question. “I can’t really picture it I guess,” you admit. “Sometimes I do. Being all gray and wrinkly with a beard to the floor,” he muses. “You have to be able to grow facial hair first before you can get a beard to the floor,” you tease causing Keigo to make an offended noise. “Why would you bring that up?” he whines. “Hey! I say the universe is doing you a favor, you wouldn’t look good with a beard,” you laugh. “Rude! You just want me to stay baby faced forever.” “Not necessarily! You could probably rock like a little bit of facial hair, I’m just saying a beard is too much.” “A little bit of facial hair?” “As a treat.” Keigo snorts at your last sentence, shaking his head fondly as he looks up at you. “Promise me something?” he finally asks, sobering slightly. “Of course,” you immediately reply. “You don’t even know what it is yet.” “Doesn’t matter. If it’s for you I’ll always say yes.” “Promise to never leave my side?” “I promise, as long as you promise to never leave mine either.” “Deal.”

The sweet moment is ruined as your ghostly friend from earlier reappears, causing your eyes to turn red. You groan at being interrupted lifting your head to make eye contact with the phantom in front of you. “Who is it?” Keigo asks curiously, having noticed your eyes shift color. “Amelia,” you explain before bringing your hands up to reach out for her. Your hands glow red as you slowly bring her out of the astral plane and onto this one so Keigo can see her too. She looks more corporeal this way and if it weren’t for the bloody hole in her side you could almost forget she’s long dead. “Hey Amelia,” Keigo greets easily, giving the girl a little wave. “Hey. Sorry to interrupt the love fest but they’re about to send ‘Hawks’ on another trial mission, so you may wanna hurry and sneak back to your dorms,” Amelia explains. Disappointment weighs heavy on your shoulders when you realize you and Keigo’s evening together has to be cut short but you both understand that this is simply the nature of growing up as a ward of the HPSC. The price you both pay to live out your dreams of becoming heroes. “Thanks Ames,” you sigh before your hands glow red again so you can release her back to the astral plane. Only once she’s gone do your eyes return to their natural color. You and Keigo both rise, his feathers gathering up the blanket and bringing them to him. “Good luck out there in the real world, you’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back,” you tell him wryly behind a mirthless smile. “Don’t worry so much, I’ll be fine and before you know it they’ll let you out too. Then I can sneak you away on a proper date, ok?” Keigo asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I can’t wait,” you reply. “Don’t forget our promise,” he tells you fiercely. “I could never,” you grin. With that final word he races off to enter the building another way while you slowly start your walk back to the dorms, back to only having the occasional ghost for company.

A/N: I’m so excited to kick off this series y’all have no idea. First of all, returning to my roots with my main man Hawks ❤️ but also I have a good sense of what plot arcs I want to hit so I’m excited for what’s going to be coming your way

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Basic Instincts Part 43- 1 Year Post

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Warnings for breeding kink, dirty talk, minor praise kink, fingering, hand job, biting, marking, wing kink/quirk play, overstimulation, cum play, oral (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex

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The heavy security doors to Tartarus open for you slowly with a loud grinding sound. The sound of your shoes on the metal flooring echoes as a guard leads you forward, the other doors closing behind you. He leads you down several corridors until you reach a visitation area. A few other people are also there visiting inmates, it’s a new feature but one you and Hawks had insisted be implemented. Bringing humanity back to the prison system had been one of your highest priorities. You sit down at the seat reserved for you and wait, just like the other visitors.

Your head perks up when you hear the buzz of the door leading to the cells opening. The Noriko who steps out is somehow simultaneously exactly the same and incredibly different from the deranged woman you’d watched get locked up just under a year prior. Her ash blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, flyaways framing her face. Bags hang heavy under her angry eyes as she’s led towards you in shackles. Her glare doesn’t let up even as she’s sat down at your table.

“Noriko.”

“(Y/n).”

“I heard you wanted to see me?”

Noriko scowls, looking away before seeming to collect herself. When she turns back to you it’s the same face you recall seeing a hundred times before when she was still in charge. “Wanted to see for myself the great (y/l/n) (y/n), the one revolutionizing the Japanese hero industry with her perfect husband,” she says somewhat sardonically, her eyes wandering to the feather around your neck before slipping down to the beautiful diamond ring adorning your left hand. It’s flashier than you would’ve picked for yourself but Keigo’s bird brain had insisted you needed a big, shiny rock and so the one you have now is the result of compromise. You adore it. “And? Do I live up to expectation?” you ask. “As always you don’t.”

“Tough talk from a former president now rotting in Tartarus.”

“You had a lot to say about my mother and I’s corruption but then the minute you’re in the saddle you toss your only rival in here. Seems suspicious to me.”

“You’re in here on corruption charges and attempted murder, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, you just better hang on tight to Keigo once I’m out of here.”

“First of all? It’s Hawks to you. And second of all, you were never, are not now, and never will be a rival to me for Keigo’s love because he has never and will never love anyone except for me. I don’t need you locked up in Tartarus to feel secure in my relationship with my husband and mate.”

“He’s not your mate anymore, I made damn well sure of that.”

Your stomach turns at the reminder as Noriko grins at you smugly. Seeming to sense your distress, the feather around your neck twitches. You’re too far from Keigo for it to be capable of much more than that. It could also be a coincidence this time around in all honesty, the feather had been twitchy all day.

“We don’t need the bond to be mates. The fact you don’t understand that is exactly why you’d never be in my position.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I’ve got a gorgeous husband to do that for me but thanks.”

Noriko lunges at you with teeth bared but you don’t even flinch as the guards surge forward to catch her before she can get very far. You nod to them to indicate you’re done, rising from your seat. “I genuinely hope you get better,” you tell her sincerely before walking away, a guard coming to escort you out of the facility.

The journey home feels too long. You have to drive from Tartarus to the rental car place, walk to the train, and finally take the train back downtown to get to your apartment, all with your duffel bag thrown over your shoulder. You really need to re-consider your post-mission transportation ideas. The sun is setting by the time you trudge up to your apartment, the only benefit being that Keigo will probably be home by now. Your suspicion is confirmed as the feather around your neck starts to twitch more and more excitedly the closer you get to your door. If you were paying more attention you may have noticed that the plume looks brighter, but it’s been a long few days out of town and you’re just as eager to get home as the feather seems to be to get you there. “Settle down I’m almost there,” you chuckle as you reach a hand up to stroke over the bristles of the feather. It seems to like the attention so you keep it up as you finally get to your apartment door, unlock it, and step inside.

The sight waiting for you on the other side literally freezes you in place, your hand stilling much to the feather’s, and apparently your husband’s since he practically whines when you stop, displeasure.

Bright red feathers are littered all over your apartment and the living room has been all but cleared of furniture to make space for what can only be described as a blanket nest. The dirty laundry you’d asked Keigo to get to while you were gone instead lines the nest, even more of Keigo’s feathers concentrated there. Keigo looks rough to say the least. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a noticeable tent in the front. Judging by the last drops of water still clinging to his wings and the towel on the floor behind him you’d guess he’d taken a shower not long ago and yet his bare chest glistens with sweat as it heaves with each labored breath he sucks in. He’s braced against a doorframe with his eyes squeezed shut, entire body trembling. “(y/n),” he keens, “don’t stop.” You can only stare as your hand goes back to the feather and you experimentally run your fingers through the bristles. His reaction is immediate, grip tightening on the door frame so much you’re pretty sure you hear it splinter as his wings puff and flutter and he spills into his sweats, a stain forming on the gray material.

“Kei?”

He’s on you in a second, practically launching himself at you so he can pull you into his arms. His nose buries itself into your neck and he coos happily as he takes greedy inhales of your scent. “Fucking missed you, need you. Need to fill you up, my beautiful wife. Wanna see you round with my kids, wanna fucking breed you until you can’t walk,” he groans, pants already starting to tent again. The attention and his insistent hands already slipping under your shirt has heat rushing to your core, panties dampening noticeably but your concern forces you to keep a clear head so you can check in on him. You gently lift his head from your neck so you can look at him properly. His eyes are somewhat glossy and his hair is plastered to his forehead in sweat. It’s obvious but you press your hand to his forehead anyway and he groans at the contrast of your cool palm on his overheated skin as you confirm that he is indeed feverish. “You’re in rut,” you note and Keigo nods eagerly, immediately pressing his nose back into your neck. “Why didn’t you take your suppressants baby? Especially when you knew I was going to be gone,” you ask gently. “Wanted to try again now, not in a year,” he pants and it makes your heart stop in your chest. Try again. Try to bond again.

It’s been the one, unspoken weight hanging over the two of you since you got the Association for Hero Accountability off the ground. You’re perfectly happy without the bond yes but that doesn’t mean you don’t both miss it. The two of you hadn’t talked about what you would do about his ruts. When you’d first gotten back together there had been a silent agreement he wouldn’t have to suppress his natural instincts anymore but that was before. Before your bond was ripped away. Because as much as you both know you don’t need the bond and know that it never coming back is a distinct possibility, something about potentially confirming that it’s gone forever is terrifying. So the two of you didn’t talk about it and you didn’t tell Keigo about how desperately you wanted to try again when his rut came back around. Yet somehow both of you still seemed to end up on the same page anyway. “They’re, uh, they’re in the medicine cabinet. If you don’t want to. ’S ok,” Keigo pants and his ability to still execute restraint even at his most unrestrained will always amaze you. “No, I want you to make me yours again,” you tell him. “Good,” he practically growls.

You’re not at all surprised when immediately afterwards his feathers are shredding off the clothes you’re both wearing as he bites your neck hard enough to break the skin. His tongue laves over the spot immediately afterwards to soothe it before he works back up to pull you into a bruising, possessive kiss. Both of his hands move to palm your breasts as a feather travels down between your legs and brushes along your slit. You and Keigo both moan into the kiss at the reciprocal stimulation. He continues to massage your breasts as he slips his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours, delighting in every whimper and moan you make as his feather starts to circle your clit. His wings shudder, each individual feather seeming to twitch as if they all are experiencing the same stimulation as the one dancing along your folds. You and Keigo both seem to share one thought as one of his hands goes to your dripping cunt at the same time as one of yours finds his achingly hard cock. He immediately slips to fingers inside as you thumb the head of his dick to gather the precum there. You pump your hand at the same pace as he fingers you and soon your kiss devolves into simply panting into each other’s mouths as you approach your respective climaxes. Your cries echo in the apartment as your orgasm finally hits you, your walls fluttering around Keigo’s fingers until he’s tumbling into his own ecstasy right after you, long ropes of his seed splattering across your torso. He’s immediately reaching out to smear it along your skin further, another way of marking you as his.

Keigo drags you back to the makeshift nest then, laying you down with care in the sea of blankets, clothes, and feathers in spite of how otherwise harried his actions are. He wastes no times kissing down your chest, loving the combined taste of your sweat and his seed, before working lower and lower until his head rests between your thighs, warm breath ghosting over your sex as you groan at the sight. “You’re so close to ready for me baby, so close. One more and then I’ll make you mine again ok?” he pants, feeling impatient but needing to make sure you’ll be ok through it. “Yes baby, ok. Just, please-“

You don’t have to ask twice. Keigo licks a long stripe up your slit before pulling your swollen clitoris into his mouth and sucking hard. You cry out, one hand flying down to tangle in his hair and the other reaching up to clutch at the feather still clasped around your neck. He hums in approval at the action, his own hips rutting into the blankets as he moves his mouth lower so he can slip his tongue inside your cunt. You whine, hips bucking up his the long muscle slides along your inner walls to find that one, spongy spot inside you that Keigo knows will drive you wild. His hands reach up to hold your hips in place but even still you can’t help but squirm in his grip as he continues to tongue fuck you like his life depends on it. You know you won’t last much longer when a feather once again slips between your legs to stimulate your clit while he focuses on your cunt and the way it flutters and squeezes around his tongue. The coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter and tighter and just as you think the pleasure couldn’t get any more intense Keigo adds two of his fingers to drag along your inner walls right along side his tongue. Your vision whites out for a second as your orgasm punches through you, clear liquid gushing out of your cunt and splattering across Keigo’s face. You’re hands tighten around his hair and the feather as your body quivers through ecstasy and it’s enough to have him spilling into the blankets below him as he pulls his mouth away but leaves his fingers to milk you through your bliss.

By the time you come down all that’s left is just two of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. A whimper crawls out of your throat because it’s all so much and your entire body is tingling and you barely feel any of your limbs but when Keigo slides back up your body, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question, pupils blown so wide they almost completely subsume his golden irises, you know you’d go as many rounds as he asked of you. So you nod eagerly and the next moment his fingers are being replaced by the head of his dick. He slips in you so easily it’s downright sinful and when his hips are flush against yours as he bottoms out inside of you, you know it’s just as overwhelming for him as it is you. You both babble broken “I Love You”s into the air between you as he starts to move, slowly at first but soon the last of his control fades and he starts to pound into you with an animalistic fervor that has you clinging onto his shoulders desperately, nails clawing down his back and leaving scratches as he sucks marks into your neck between murmured words of praise and appreciation. Suddenly he shifts the angle and you cry out particularly loudly, clenching down tightly around his shaft. Feeling his own climax starting to draw near again, Keigo reaches a hand between you both to press circles into your overworked clit as he hits you in that same spot over and over. It’s too much in the best way possible and you let him know as much as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy as well.

“‘M so close Kei, fuck I’m so close.”“Me too baby. Let’s cum together ok? Cum with me yea?”

You can feel something else building, something warm in your chest like the sun itself has made a home there as Keigo’s rhythm starts to get sloppy and he starts to work your clit harder and faster. As the pleasure you’re feeling intensifies so too does the warm feeling that you can’t quite place until with one final stroke Keigo sends both of you into ecstasy, your cunt gushing around him as he spills his seed deep inside you. At that very moment something seems to snap into place, something you feared you’d never feel again. Immediately you and Keigo’s gazes find each other, silently asking for confirmation that the other felt the same thing too. No words need to be exchanged, you both just know and then relieved, incredulous laughter bubbles up from both of your chests. As you come down from your releases, the high of the warm, fluttery feeling in your chests doesn’t subside. It’s his joy and it’s yours as well. Tears cascade down both your cheeks as Keigo leans down to kiss you, barely able to on account of how large you’re both grinning.

It’s back.

The bond is back.

And this time you know it’s not going anywhere.

A/N: I can’t believe this series is over but this is it guys 😭 I’m so incredibly proud of it tbh and I can’t believe it’s done?? When it’s been living in my head rent free for so long now??? Anyway I’m emo I hope y’all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it

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Basic Instincts Part 16- Stay

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

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Keigo is torn. He’s torn because he desperately wants you to comfort him the way you always could when the two of you were younger, but that same longing is what got you stuck here in the first place. All this time later and you still own his heart. Not once has he even entertained the possibility of dating someone other than you. Sure, his schedule certainly didn’t leave much room for romance anyway. For years that’s been the exact excuse he’s used whenever Mirko or a reporter pressed him on the matter. In reality though he’s always known that his heart could never belong to another. Getting you back in any capacity after so many long years apart had been enough for him. It didn’t matter that you had probably left the childish love the two of you once shared in the past, where it arguably belonged. So long as he got to be by your side again. And then you offered him a favor. One only necessary because of his own irresponsibility. And it should have been fine, a minor footnote in you two’s history, at most a funny anecdote to tease each other with. If only he had been able to let you go. To set you free. Instead his hormones and instincts had seized his continued love for you and fashioned it like a leash around your neck, chaining you to him. What a way to repay you. He hates to admit it but Tokoyami’s last message had been salt in an already painful wound. Maybe he could’ve saved you from your fate if he’d known how mating worked, if he’d had his parents to guide him through his first rut instead of cold handlers who saw him for the hero he could be and not the boy he was. He understands rationally that his mother did the best she could, all things considered. He knows why she made the choices she did and he can’t find it in himself to hate her for them. But logic and understanding don’t stitch closed the wounds left by the knowledge that his mother has never had the capacity to love him the way a mother should love their son.

Keigo knows it’s you the minute you knock on the door. He opens the door to find you standing on the other side wearing the Hawks hoodie you’d shown him a few days prior, clutching a little stuffed plague doctor to your chest and looking absolutely determined. Almost immediately you pull him into a hug, holding him close, and Hawks can’t help but to sag into the embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck so he can inhale your comforting scent. “Do you want space?” you murmur against him as you start to rub soothing circles into his back. He knows the unselfish thing to do would be to say yes. Send you on your way instead of dragging you down with him. But it’s you. And he’s always hated lying. So he shakes his head no and then in what is almost a rasp he whispers “Stay. Please…”

“Always.”

You had set the plushie down with care on his bed before laying back on the bed yourself and opening your arms wide so Keigo could fall into them. His head lays on your chest, wings stretching out on either side of you both as you tangle the two of you’s legs together. Your hand starts to stroke through the feathers at the base of his wings and he can’t help the full body shudder he gives in response, pressing himself impossibly closer to you and your soothing warmth. Your heart beats steadily in your chest and he can hear each beat like a rhythm made just for him. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask gently and Keigo doesn’t quite know how to respond. No, he doesn’t want to tell you about how his lingering feelings for you are the reason you’re stuck with him for life now. Yes, he wants to tell you how even though it was asked out of innocent curiosity, the reminder that he didn’t get loving parents like most kids did is still a bitter pill to swallow. “I was talking to Tokoyami about the mating thing,” he starts. “He tell you anything important?” you ask. Keigo opens his mouth to tell you the truth but his words get stuck in his throat, so instead he replies, “Not really, just confirmed he’s never heard of a bond being broken.” A lie of omission is more palatable than straight up lying to your face. “What’s got you all shaken up then?” you ask. “He asked if my parents didn’t explain mating to me.” “Oh.” “Yea. He remembered what you had texted him shortly afterwards, apologized profusely the poor kid but...” he trails off. “But It’s still a painful reminder,” you finish for him. He nods against your chest.

For awhile neither of you says a word, although Keigo’s thoughts seem loud. When he does finally break the silence his question is unexpected but also unsurprising. “How have we never talked about our parents before? We used to share everything,” he murmurs. “When we were little we were too young to really understand, when we were older we had other things to focus on,” you shrug. After a moment you find yourself asking “Do you hate them?” “My father was.... something else, but my mom was just trying to do her best all things considered. I don’t think she knows how to be a mom and it’s not like she could take care of me properly anyway once father was arrested,” Keigo replies.

“I fucking hate my parents.”

You hadn’t meant to say the words at all, let alone with so much venom in your voice. Yet out the words had spilled, acrid on your tongue and slipping out as easily as toxins from a gas leak. Keigo pulls back so he can look at you properly although you try to avoid looking him in the eye, vaguely embarrassed by your sudden outburst. He brings his hand to your cheek and gently moves your head so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “What did they do to you my little witch?” he asks gently, his golden eyes cracking you open with their quiet sincerity. “It only took accidentally manifesting one particularly creepy looking ghost for them to abandon me at the HPSC,” you confess, a wet and broken laugh bubbling up as you continue “so much for unconditional love.” “They don’t know what an incredible daughter they missed out on having,” Keigo whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I was supposed to be the one comforting you.”

“We can comfort each other.”

“Promise to never abandon me?”

“I promise.”

Keigo had been the one to suggest putting the tub in his bathroom to good use. In your personal opinion it’s one of the best ideas he’s ever had. Keigo is a comforting weight on your back, his arms wrapped around your waist as he peers around you to watch the water rise in the freestanding tub. Once the water reaches a suitable level, steam wafting off the surface invitingly, you and Keigo both strip out of your clothes. He climbs into the tub first, easing into the hot water while his wings drape over the side. You climb in after and he immediately pulls you against his chest. The two of you don’t exchange words, there’s no need to, as his playlist for you floats through the air faintly. Keigo hums along to it quietly in your ear, the vibrations reverberating through his chest and into your body as you let your eyes slip closed. “Thank you,” he finally whispers against the shell of your ear. “I didn’t really do anything,” you point out but Keigo shakes his head. “Just coming here is enough,” he insists. “I’ll always come if you need me,” you promise.

Later, when you’re both draped in towels and you’re blow drying his hair for him, he says “It’s starting to get late. I’ll understand if you need to go home.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t want to take up all your time.”

“That’s not what I asked. Forget about what I may want for a second, what do you want?”

“I want you to stay.”

“Then stay it is.”

He wants to say he loves you, but Keigo has been selfish enough for one night so he thanks you instead and hopes you get the message anyway.

A/N: I really wanted this chapter to delve a little bit into how y/n and Keigo have similar traumas from both growing up in the HPSC but still not exactly the same and the ways in which they draw comfort from each other

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Basic Instincts Part 6- Friends Again

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Warning for canon-typical violence

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You wake up slowly to the afternoon sun streaming in through the window, the Scarlet Witch playlist playing softly from your phone’s speaker nearby. Keigo’s no longer in bed but you’re instead weighed down by an extra blanket that’s been thrown over you. You’re practically surrounded by the hotel pillows and sheets and as you blink the sleep out of your eyes you notice several of Hawks’ feathers surround you as well.

You wince a little as you sit up and almost immediately Keigo is kneeling in front of you on the bed, checking you over to make sure you’re not hurt. “Are you ok? Was I too rough?” he frets as his eyes scan you up and down. “Relax, relax I’m fine, just a little sore,” you assure him. He heaves a sigh of relief, one hand idly reaching out to stroke over one of the marks he left on your chest before he seems to remember himself, jerking his hand back as red tints his cheeks. You remind yourself that the morning’s events were just you doing him a favor and that his bird-y instincts are probably just going haywire, so you choose to focus on your surroundings instead of anything else. “What is all this?” you ask gesturing to the mess of feathers, pillows, and blankets around you. “I don’t know I just made it,” Hawks sighs, “it was just an impulse I guess.” “I think the word you’re looking for is actually instinct,” you snort, “you built a nest.” “If you hate it I’ll take it down,” he tells you but he looks sad at the thought of it so you’re quick to reassure him. “No, no it’s great! I just was curious, don’t worry.” “Good. I have to go meet with my source soon so I’m going to head out, I’ll be back afterwards,” he explains, and it’s only then you fully process that he has his hero costume on. “What? No! I’m not just gonna sit here, you need back up. Give me a second and I’ll get dressed,” you protest, moving out of the makeshift nest to head towards the bathroom. “No, it’s not safe!” he replies immediately, grasping hold of you to stop your progress. You’re both shocked at the vehemence with which he said it and he immediately lets go of you. “Sorry, I don’t know why I just did that I know you can take care of yourself I just-“ “Hey, it’s ok. It’s probably just your instincts acting up again. Protect the person you just bred or whatever,” you interrupt, intentionally keeping your language as clinical and unromantic as possible. “Right.... Thank you again for that,” he says but you wave him off. “You’d have done the same for me,” you shrug. “Still. Yesterday was the first time we’ve had a proper conversation in years and I-“ “I offered. Heck, I insisted. You needed help and I provided. What are friends for?” “We haven’t been friends for a long time,” Keigo admits and the sad truth is he’s not wrong. “Well.... maybe it’s time we fixed that,” you say and if you weren’t sure if you meant it before, you certainly are now after watching the way his eyes light up. “Fuck I’ve missed you (y/n),” he sighs although his expression turns to panic again when you find yourself tearing up. Before he can start fretting you quickly explain, wiping the unshed tears from your eyes as you do. “Don’t apologize! I’m good, sorry, it’s just been a long time since I’ve heard that name properly,” you laugh wetly, “I’ve missed you too Kei.” You both take a moment to enjoy it, that same euphoria from earlier seeming to dance through your veins before you finally force yourself to look away and resume your path to the bathroom. “Give me twenty minutes to shower and get into my hero costume and then we’ll go to the meeting together,” you say before closing the bathroom door behind you.

As you sit in the botanical garden out of sight, a bad feeling starts to settle in your gut. Hawks’ source is late and in your mind that can only mean trouble. Your eyes have been red since you stepped onto the property, just in case any of your paranormal spies want to bring you an update but it still has you uneasy. Finally, nearly thirty minutes after the designated meeting time, Hawks’ source appears to talk to the winged hero. “There you are! I was beginning to think you’d stood me up for our date,” Hawks laughs, ever the charmer as the nervous man approaches him. “Sorry, sorry. I just got caught up but I have the info you need,” the man explains, holding up a manila folder before tossing it over. Hawks uses a couple feathers to bring it over to him, briefly flicking through the documents to find a list of names and several longer profiles on the most important of the listed people. “Good, thank you for this Michio, I know it must have been hard,” Hawks acknowledges. “Wait! Before you go....” the other man hedges, causing Hawks to pause and look up at him.

“Scarlet!” another voice suddenly whispers right into your ear. You jump almost a foot in the air, barely suppressing the urge to yell and almost ruining your cover in the process. You step further into the shadows, making absolute certain you’re out of earshot of Michio and Hawks before whirling around to face the ghostly samurai who’d just scared the shit out of you. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Give a bitch some warning,” you hiss quietly as you try to calm your racing heart. “There’s no time. This is a trap,” the phantom insists. “Please tell me you brought back up.” “Of course.” “Good, get ready,” you tell him as your hands start to glow red. You rush forward towards the other two men as your samurai friends slowly start to materialize. “Hawks get down it’s a tra-“ your words are cut off as a bullet catches you in the shoulder. “Scarlet!” Hawks cries out but you quickly throw him a thumbs up to indicate you’re fine. With a bright flash of red light you materialize three samurai warriors who immediately move into formation to protect you as Hawks’ eyes lock in on your attacker, completely ignoring the other villains you’ve now identified as well. “I need you three to help subdue the villains. DON’T kill them, just knock them out,” you instruct. All of them nod in acknowledgment before rushing into the fray as the botanical garden falls to chaos.

You scan the room until you spot Michio hiding in the corner away from the others, looking terrified. You also lock eyes on the folder he’d given to Hawks. After steeling yourself for a moment, your hand applying pressure to your wound, you rush forward to grab the folder before running over to where Michio is hiding. “I’m sorry, they have my sister and I-“ “It’s fine. If you were under duress the courts will understand but it doesn’t work if you run ok? Hawks and I have this handled but I need you to get the cops,” you tell him. He nods nervously before bolting for the door, giving you the time you need to re-assess the situation. For the most part your warriors seem to have things under control but you’ve lost sight of Hawks. Your eyes scan desperately in search of him only to find him still hyper-focused on the villain who shot you, even as another starts to sneak up behind him. Bitter dread washes over you like a bucket of ice water as you sprint forward. “Sword me, now!” you call out generally to any of your warriors and soon a sword is obediently being tossed to you. In one fluid motion you catch it, jump forward and plunge the sword through the villain’s leg, effectively immobilizing him before he can get to Hawks. You immediately withdraw the sword and then when the villain staggers backwards you use the hilt end to knock him unconscious. It doesn’t take long after that for the remaining villains to be subdued, after which you thank your warriors before releasing them back to the astral plane and then slumping down against the floor. Immediately Hawks is on you, checking your gunshot wound and then applying steady pressure to it. “Hawks-“ “Don’t talk.” “I’m not dying, bird brain relax.” “Doesn’t matter you’re hurt.” “Keigo.” “What?” “Look at me,” you demand and he brings his golden eyes up from the wound to meet your gaze. “I’m ok, I’ve been ok this entire time. Have a little faith in me yea?” “Yea.” “Good,” you tell him before carefully pulling him into a hug. It’s... a little odd. You’ve never seen Hawks lose perspective of the bigger picture like that before, especially when he knows that you can defend yourself. Your mind wanders back to his initial assertion in the hotel room that you stay behind. Was that same instinct to protect to blame? If so all you could hope was that with time the impulse would die down.

Later that night, after you’d begrudgingly allowed Hawks to take you to the hospital for your wound instead of doing a quick patch up until you could get to recovery girl, you sit in the midst of your makeshift nest with the documents Michio had given Hawks laid out around you. Keigo comes to join you shortly afterwards, sitting next to you and letting his wings act like a barrier from the outside world. “What are you thinking?” he asks. “All the guys who attacked us are in these files so I think the information Michio gave us is still good. Assuming that it is, the rest of these guys are all back in Fukuoka,” you point out. “What? What are the odds of that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the profiles himself to confirm. “I think they were planning to attack your agency. It makes sense. The HPSC swooping in good as new four years ago just as the public was finally starting to realize why leaving saving to the pros is so important made it seem like they’re the ones who restored the order. Not to mention it undermined the liberation front’s argument that everyone should be free to use their quirk however they want. The front lost the LoV, who had become the face of their operation, which leaves them with one option to try and regain national attention: a devastating attack. A large scale terror attack considering their quirks and their reduced numbers? Incredibly difficult. One targeted attack taking out the new number one hero who also was at their original attack four years ago? That could do the trick,” you explain. “Any way to confirm that theory?” he asks. “I’ve got Hattori on it now,” you tell him. “Hattori?” “One of the dead samurais who helped earlier.” “Got it.” “Once I hear back from him though we should be good to head back home.” “Then that’s enough work for tonight, we should get some rest,” Hawks says, his feathers gathering up the documents and depositing them back in the folder before dropping the folder itself into your bag. “You sure your shoulder is ok?” he asks as you head to the bathroom where you strip down to just your bra and underwear, revealing the bandage wrapped around your right shoulder. “I’m sure, stop worrying so much,” you wave him off as you pull on one of his shirts before removing your bra and rejoining him in the bed. “Physically impossible unfortunately. I have a chronic condition,” Keigo laments dramatically as he pulls you into a comfortable position against his chest. “That’s pretty tragic, I’ll start a gofundme for you,” you retort as you reach over to the bedside table to kill the light. “I’m really touched (y/n), thank you. Means a lot.” “Goodnight you dork.” “Goodnight my little scarlet witch.”

A/N: my fics have a lot of combat scenes considering I almost never like how they come out once I write them 💀 I can picture fight scenes vividly but then describing what I have in my head never goes quite how I’d like

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Basic Instincts Part 35- (Y/n) and Keigo

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Warnings for unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, biting, breeding kink, wing kink, quirk play, and squirting

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“I should be out there,” Keigo sighs, his wings splayed out on either side of you both as you lay with your head on his chest. You card one hand through his wings as you set aside your phone, causing him to shiver. “Kei, we’ve been through a lot the past couple days. Give yourself a break,” you tell him gently. “I’m being selfish,” he refutes and you don’t mean to but you tense up. He notices immediately. “What was that?” he asks, peering down at you. “Forget about it,” you deflect. “What’s wrong?” “It’s nothing, just drop it.” “(Y/n)-“ “If you feel so selfish for staying here with me just go!” you snap, eyes watering abruptly. You start to climb off of him but immediately Keigo is wrapping an arm around you and then rolling you both over so he’s on top. “Hey, hey I didn’t mean it that way,” he tries to reassure you but frustrated tears start to leak out your eyes anyway. You push at his shoulders and he backs off, not wanting to overcrowd you. You stand before turning to face him again although you can’t meet his eyes. “Maybe Noriko was right.” “What?” “You literally just admitted I’m impeding your work. The bond is gone now, you’re not stuck with me anymore.”

Within seconds Keigo is up and pulling you into him, wrapping you tightly in his arms and shushing you gently. “You’re not impeding anything, I’m just… feeling anxious about Noriko and everything else. Usually work is how I’d deal,” he confesses, stroking circles into your back as your arms finally come up to reciprocate the hug. “But what if she’s right Kei? She had our files from when we were kids and it’s true you didn’t start climbing the hero charts until after we were separated,” you point out.

“That’s a bit narcissistic of you isn’t it Dove?”

“What?”

“You really think little ol’ you held me back? I could’ve been top 10 by 16, easy.”

“Well then why weren’t you?”

“Too much non-hero work involved. Brand deals, interviews, all take away from actually saving people.”

“Ok smart ass then why the sudden surge after we were separated.”

“Because suddenly I had a reason to be a top hero,” he coos, a hand reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“Really now?” you ask, a soft smile starting to stretch your lips.

“Yea my guardians were kinda strict? Thought maybe if I did well they’d let me see this girl I was pretty into,” he says, leaning closer and closer until his lips are almost brushing yours.

“She must be something special.”

“She is.”

When he seals your lips together it feels like coming home. God you’ve missed this, the feeling of his lips on yours, the way he holds you like you’re something precious. It’s… odd, not having the bond between you anymore and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it but there has always been something about Keigo. “Bond or not, I love you (y/l/n) (y/n),” he whispers against your lips. “Bond or not, I love you Takami Keigo,” you reply. When you come together again there’s a heat burning low in both your bellies. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you immediately grant it entrance so it can tangle with yours. His hands slip beneath your shirt, one grasping your waist while the other moves to massage your breast through your bra. You whimper into the touch, wetness pooling in your panties as his teasing touches send electricity crackling down your spine. You tug insistently at his shirt, a silent demand to remove the offending article and he eagerly obliges before removing yours as well, your lips immediately finding each other again afterwards.

As you both get more eager the kiss gets sloppier, teeth occasionally clashing together as you clumsily maneuver back towards the bed. Keigo makes quick work of your bra, hands moving to massage your breasts before pinching your hardened nipples until you’re whimpering into his mouth. As he lays you back against the bed, he drops his mouth to suck dark marks into the sensitive skin of your neck, making sure no one will be able to question if you’re his or not. With each mark he mumbles more sweet words of love and appreciation, each mark a reassurance that no matter what you’ve been told these past few weeks he loves you with his entire heart and wouldn’t change that for even a moment.

His hand slips past the waistband of your pants and panties down to your bare sex, causing your hips to buck up in search of friction. He groans against your skin as he strokes along your slick folds. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” he coos. “Obviously idiot, I’ve fucking missed you,” you whine as you grind down on his hand and the smile you get in response is blinding. “Oh yea? You miss these fingers baby girl? Want them inside you?” he teases, nipping at your chest as he continues to brush along your labia without giving you what you actually want. “Missed my mate,” you pant and immediately Keigo stills in shock. “What’d you just say?”

“I said I missed my mate.”

He curses loudly and immediately reels back, pulling his hands from your sopping wet core as you whine at the loss of contact. He fumbles with his pants and underwear, shoving them down before climbing more fully on top of you and peppering kisses along your face. “Fuck baby sorry but I need you right now. Can’t say shit like that baby, fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good, fill up my mate,” he babbles as he shoves your pants and panties down to your ankles, already hard, his dick weeping precum. He pushes all the way inside you at once, bottoming out in one stroke as you both groan through it. You feel split open, his thick cock stretching you as he murmurs praise into your ear. “Taking me so well Dove, gonna make you feel so good. My perfect mate yea? Gonna make you feel so good as I fill you with my seed. Tell me when I can move baby, gotta tell me so I don’t hurt that perfect cunt of yours.”

You take a minute to breathe and adjust to his thick girth. He shifts his weight slightly and it makes you gasp, a tiny smirk forming on his lips. You feel something soft skimming along your skin only to look down and see one of his bright red feathers gliding down you. “Kei what are you ah-“ you cut yourself off with a gasp as it slips down to your puffy clit, swirling ever so gently but giving just enough stimulation to have you mewling. “You like that baby? Like your mate’s feather pleasuring you?” he mumbles into the shell of your ear, giving the tiniest of thrusts that have you squirming and clawing at his back for purchase. He brings his hands to grope at your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples to provide even more stimulation to your body as you arch off the mattress. “Fuck Kei slow down or I’m gonna-“ “Do it baby, cum on my cock,” he encourages. He bites hard on your neck, canines breaking the skin as you crash over your high, walls clenching around him so wonderfully it takes everything in him not to spill right then.

You’ve barely come down from your high before Keigo starts to pull out, slowly, agonizingly slowly, before snapping his hips back forward. Your eyes squeeze shut as you cry out, already feeling too sensitive with his feather still teasing you. “Open your eyes pretty girl,” he coos and as you obey your eyes meet his golden ones, pupils blown wide with lust but brimming with so much love and affection you wonder how you ever considered living without him. “I love you,” you murmur as your hands skate down his back to find the base of his wings, taking a fistful in each hand and pulling in a way that makes his hips stutter and curses tumble from his lip. “I love you too. So much,” he replies, his hips thrusting into you harder and faster as he drives you both towards climax. Your whole body tingles and aches, simultaneously craving more and already too overwhelmed to handle another. He’s got two more feathers attending to you now in addition to the one still teasing your clit. One for each nipple as his hands shift to your hips so he can pull you back against him harder on each stroke. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as the change in angle has him drilling into that one, perfect spot inside you over and over. You can feel your climax coiling tightly in your lower belly stronger than usual, but you’re determined to take Keigo over the edge with you this time.

You scratch and pull at the sensitive feathers at the base of Keigo’s wings and he whines at the attention. He sits back against his calves, pulling you up with him so you’re in his lap, sitting so prettily on his cock. “Let’s cum together ok pretty girl?” he pants and you nod eagerly before pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You shift one hand to his shoulder for leverage and then pull yourself up, his dick slipping out of your clenching pussy until only the head is still inside. You pause only briefly, too desperate for your own release to tease him too much, before dropping back down, his hips canting up to meet yours. “Gonna fill you up so good, fill you with my seed, you want that? Want me to fuck you full of my seed?” he asks. “Yes! Want it so bad Kei, want you to fill me up please, please. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” you moan, vision starting to go white as you continue to bounce on his cock. “Cum for me, cum for me baby, cum on my fucking cock c’mon,” he all but begs and you keen and whine and moan as the feeling of him deep inside you and of his feathers teasing some of your most sensitive spots finally sends you crashing over the edge with a cry. You pull him close as you scream out your release, clear fluid gushing into his lap, dripping down over his balls and thighs. Your tight cunt clenches and flutters around him and between that and the sight of you squirting around his thick cock as it stretches you open, he can’t hold back anymore and his rhythm falters as he reaches his own climax. Thick ropes of cum paint your insides as you milk him for all he’s worth, filling you up with his seed.

The two of you come down from your high slowly with murmured praise and featherlight kisses as he gently lays you both down, curling you into his chest as his wings stretch out across the bed. “Still think I feel ‘stuck with you’?” he asks, still slightly out of breath. “No,” you admit, pressing a kiss to the column of his throat. “Careful Dove, keep that up and I’ll start looking for a round 2,” he chuckles. “Maybe that’s what I’m looking for,” you tease. “Don’t tempt me, you need to eat first.” “Ohhh food sounds perfect right about now.” “Figured you’d say that. C’mon, I’ll make you something.”

You and Keigo both throw on comfortable clothes before heading to the kitchen. There’s no kitchen table in the house but you’re content to sit on the counter instead. You watch fondly as he fumbles his way through the kitchen. He’s dividing his attention between too many things and he’s making a mess of the place as he cooks but the end result looks and smells incredible. He loads up a plate before passing it to you as he steps into the v of your legs. “Bone app the teeth,” he grins before pressing a quick peck to your lips. You laugh brightly, the sound echoing off the halls of the massive house, before taking the first bite. You’d teased him the entire time he was cooking but as you get that first taste you moan around the fork in appreciation, eyes shutting and head leaning back. “There you go being tempting again,” Keigo chuckles, a gentle hand coming up to curl around the back of your neck so his thumb can run over the bite mark he’d left on your sensitive skin. “This food may be better than sex,” you reply teasingly as you take another bite. Keigo honest to god pouts at you and you almost choke on your food laughing so hard at how genuinely offended he seems. His hands move to your thighs, gently spreading your legs as his gaze pointedly shifts down to your crotch. Your throat goes dry as you shakily ask “Watcha doing?”

“Well I made you squirt, so I’m just seeing if the food somehow managed to do the same.”

You choke again.

“Oh my god KEI!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

“I fucking hate you you overgrown chicken.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

You both lean in at the same time to press giggly kisses to each other’s lips. It feels like being kids all over again: giddy and unfettered. When you pull away a disembodied eyeball is watching you both and you jolt in surprise again, one of Keigo's feathers catching your plate before it could crash. Keigo groans, shooting the eye a look that seems to send it floating away again. “So when are we going to talk about the fact we’re staying at your mother’s house that I’m assuming you pay for?” you ask. “Never?” “Guess again.” “Now?” “Preferably yea.” Keigo blows out a sigh but obliges.

“I mean there’s not much to say, I knew the HPSC wouldn’t look for you here, mommy dearest and I aren’t exactly close.”

“But you still bought this house for her.”

“She was the one that leaked my name and father to Dabi, ran away from her HPSC sponsored place afterwards out of guilt. I found her on the streets two months later and I… I don’t know I couldn’t just leave her like that. Kind of pathetic huh?” he shrugs with that goofy half-grin you’ve seen him give the press a thousand times before. It works on them. It doesn’t work on you. You pull him closer to you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Nothing about that is pathetic. You are so incredibly, ceaselessly kind and I love you for it,” you tell him, nuzzling your nose against his until his eyes flutter shut, a low coo bubbling out of his throat. The floating eyeball returns and his feathers bristle when he notices its presence. You scratch your fingers through his hair to soothe him before he can wave it away again. “She’s probably just curious. You said she’s not good at the whole being a mom thing right?” you ask gently. “I don’t want it to make you uncomfortable, I know her quirk is kind of….. off-putting,” he sighs. “You’re talking to the girl who’s been able to talk to dead people since she was four. My quirk is literally a horror movie plot, I think I know a thing or two about off-putting quirks,” you point out. He can’t help but chuckle at that. “I guess you have a point. If you want you could meet her? I don’t know might make her less curious.” “I would love to.”

When you and Hawks finish eating he takes you over to the bedroom his mom has been hiding out in since your arrival the previous day. There’s a tv in this room as well and when you first walk in his mom’s regular eyes are glued to it, although your entrance shifts all her attention to the two of you. It’s awkward. You don’t know how to act around parents and Keigo is barely any better. Tomie, as he’d haltingly introduced her to you, doesn’t speak much and mostly just stares. It turns into a lot of talking at her, but as you start rambling about how you and Keigo got together the first time around, he gives you the fondest smile and that makes it all worth it. When you get to the end of your long winded story she just blinks at you for a moment and you wonder if she’s processed any of what you’ve said. “Good. That’s good,” she finally nods before her eyes slide back to the tv screen, apparently satisfied with where you’ve left off. Keigo’s eyes seem to widen in surprise that she even replied at all. “We’ll leave you to rest,” you say, taking Keigo’s hand and dragging him from the room as his mom nods absently. You both release a breath you barely even noticed you were holding once you shut the door behind you but there’s also a lightness to the action. The whole encounter was weird and uncomfortable at times but it’s progress. And it’s more than Keigo ever thought he’d have. He’s not quite sure how to vocalize how much your attempt with his mother meant to him; how much it means that you seem to embrace his past when he’d been forced to treat it as a dirty secret for so long; so he presses a kiss to your forehead and squeezes your hand in his and hopes you get the message. When you squeeze his hand back with a gentle smile he knows you do.

A/N: This got a little self indulgent but I feel like Hawks would continue to try to have a relationship with Tomie if she ended up on the streets again after the results of the war arc. His attempts to reach out to Twice during their final confrontation is proof that he believes completely in redemption so even though she was the one to give up his background, I think he’d still try with her especially because she was under duress

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Basic Instincts Part 30- Hope

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Mirko doesn’t know what to do with this version of Hawks.

She’s never seen it before. Glimpses of a more serious side, maybe, when his full name had been revealed and certainly in the two weeks since you’d been kidnapped but never to this extent. She’s never seen him so vulnerable. Never seen him screaming in pain. Never seen him sobbing through a panic attack. Never seen that same panic attack worsen until he literally passed out.

Mirko is a loner. Always has been. She likes it that way. But if she has to pick one person to work with, if she has to go so far as picking one person she genuinely considers a friend in the hero world, then it’s Hawks. Easily. It’s why she was so hard on him over his stupid conspiracy theory around you and the HPSC. But then Noriko had shown up in his hospital room and promptly shooed her out. Maybe it’s guilt that she hadn’t considered checking his mental health during her intervention but when Noriko leaves his hospital room looking vaguely annoyed, Mirko only pretends to re-enter his room before following Noriko at a safe distance.

Eventually Noriko stops and Mirko feels validated for following her when Noriko checks around her to make sure no one’s around before making a phone call. Mirko keeps herself hidden, ears perking up to listen in. “Yes, yes I know how it looks but he’ll be fine,” Noriko sighs to whoever is on the other line. “I didn’t do anything a villain couldn’t have done and this situation is precisely why they should be separated!” she hisses and Mirko draws in a shocked breath. Maybe Hawks isn’t so crazy after all. “No, I’m sure Hawks is monitoring our transportation logs, he’ll notice if we suddenly add another international shipment. There’s a cargo ship leaving Fukuoka for Singapore in a couple days, new vessel, no accidents on the job building it so it shouldn’t be haunted. We’ll use that to get her out of Japan. Trust me, I have this all under control,” Noriko explains. As she starts to wrap up the phone call Mirko decides she’s heard enough.

Keigo feels empty.

Some part of him had hoped he’d only imagined the pain and hollowness. Or that it had been a villain’s quirk messing with him and not actually the bond, but now he knows that’s not the case. Noriko had assured him you were alive with a roll of her eyes and all he can really do is hope she’s not lying. Still, her assurances don’t change the fact that he has no idea where you are, if you’re ok, if the bond breaking hurt you as much as it hurt him, and above all else it doesn’t change the fact that the bond is gone and the space it left behind aches like a physical wound. He hates that so much of himself has been exposed to other people too. Tokoyami had shown up with the plushie you gave him. Hawks thought no one knew about it. He keeps it hidden under his desk while he’s working so he can keep a part of you close. The damn thing barely smells like you anymore and he feels like a fucking child with the way he’s clutching it to his chest but he can’t make himself stop. It’s the only thing so far that has even sort of soothed the black hole inside of him. “I… wasn’t even aware this is possible,” Tokoyami admits, “I’m so sorry.” “Ah don’t worry about me Kid, Scar and I will be just fine once I figure this shit out,” he replies with a carefree smile he doesn’t feel at all. He clings to his persona desperately but it’s belied by the death grip he still has on the little stuffed plague doctor in his arms. “You don’t have to-“

“Hawks I have to talk to you!” Mirko announces, interrupting Tokoyami as she bursts into the room. Keigo has to resist the urge to visibly cringe as the memory of her watching him panic resurfaces. “We don’t, it was nothing. Probably just the after effects of some villain’s quirk,” Hawks assures her but she shakes her head. “Not about that, although yes later about that because that was obviously bullshit,” she refutes. “If you want to grovel for my forgiveness for yesterday because you feel bad now I-“ “It’s about Scarlet.” Anything else Hawks would’ve said to deflect dies in his throat. “Not here,” he tells her, before hopping off the hospital bed and preparing to leave.

Hawks is halfway to his destination before he realizes he’s heading towards your apartment instead of his own. It shouldn’t be that surprising. He’s been staying at your apartment since you left. But Mirko and Tokoyami don’t know that. No one knows that. Hawks was really hoping to keep it that way. He hesitates for a moment, his distaste for revealing pieces of himself warring with the yawning pit in his chest where your bond used to reside. In the end the pit wins. If he’s being honest with himself the idea of going to his absurdly large and devastatingly empty apartment right now is unfathomable. So he continues on toward your place, ignoring the concerned looks he receives from his companions when they notice his brief pause.

The moment Keigo steps into your apartment he sends a few feathers to slam the bedroom door closed. No reason for his colleagues to see the nest he’d made on your bed. “We can talk in the kitchen,” he says, leading the way. “I expected you to post up in a penthouse downtown, never expected your place to be cozy like this,” Mirko notes as she takes in the place, curiosity dragging her gaze across every inch. “It’s Scarlet’s,” Hawks confesses awkwardly. “Oh.” “Yea… What did you want to tell me?” “Shit right, ok well uh, first I owe you an apology,” Mirko admits sheepishly.

“An apology? For little ol’ me? Whatever for?” Hawks asks in faux surprise, plastering on a look of eager innocence. “Wipe that stupid look off your face asshole. I was wrong, ok? You’re right about the HPSC having Scarlet, and we’re going to need to move quick if you wanna get her back,” Mirko admits. “What’s going on?” Tokoyami asks. “Overheard Ms. President on the phone and she said something about separating bird brain and ghost girl then suggested putting her on a shipment heading to Singapore in two days,” Mirko explains. “Let me guess, new ship, no work site accidents right?” Hawks asks, getting a nod in response. “To make sure there are no ghosts on board. Makes sense but that narrows it down a lot, there’s probably only a handful of ships like that period and I doubt there’s more than one shipping out in two days,” he continues, feathers whirling around the apartment to grab his laptop and several files he’s been collecting on the HPSC’s recent activities and assets. “Jesus, this is what you‘ve been up to this past week?” Mirko asks in wonder as she watches papers fly around her. Hawks nods but his eyes never leave his laptop screen, determination etched across his features as he cross references various papers with whatever’s on his screen. “Got it, huge cargo freighter leaving in two days at 7am. They’ll never see us coming,” Hawks declares.

“Woah there cowboy, we are not going in just the three of us,” Mirko protests. “You’re right, I’ve also had Suneater and Tentacole helping so it’s only fair they be in it,” Hawks nods but Mirko just stares at him incredulously. “Oh my god, I have so many issues with this,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“First of all,” she raises one finger, “the commission will see us coming because they’re not idiots and know you’re a stubborn motherfucker. Second of all,” another finger joins the first, “your dream team is currently half people with only a year’s experience being a pro.”

“Technically it’s 40%.”

“Shut the fuck up Hawks. Please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up. If we’re going to raid a massive freighter we need a larger group and at the very least you need to give Nejire a heads up,” Mirko insists.

“May I suggest we bring in the entire hot bitch graveyard as well as Creati,” Tokoyami pipes up.

“I’m sorry the what?”

“It’s Scarlet’s groupchat with her friends, do try and keep up Mirko.”

“I swear to god, I will go Hannibal Lector on your ass KFC.”

“Nonsense. I’m chronically stressed, think how tough my meat would be.”

“Perhaps we should get back on task?” Tokoyami interrupts.

Hawks doesn’t want to bring in a bunch of people. It’s his technically ex mate that got kidnapped, his responsibility, and the more people he drags in the more people end up in his business and the more people who could end up hurt. But Mirko has a point and you’ve always been a good judge of character, so if he has to bring in people your groupchat isn’t a bad choice. But they’ll have questions, questions he’s not sure he’s willing to answer. “Do it for (y/n),” Tokoyami says suddenly and immediately Hawks snaps to stare at his young sidekick. It’s the first time Keigo’s ever heard someone else call you by your first name but above all he knows his sidekick is right. It’s not about him and his general discomfort. “I’ll call suneater now.”

“Wait who the fuck is (y/n)?”

“Scarlet, obviously. Did you seriously think that Scarlet was her real name?”

“I fucking hate you you overgrown pigeon.”

Once Hawks sends word it’s a matter of minutes before the apartment is filled with people. Everyone from the farm and the hot bitch graveyard all organized in one place, filling your apartment with life as they come up with a game plan. He thinks the sight would make you happy and he’s determined to make sure you see it. So they strategize late into the night, the occasional person splitting off to run a patrol or respond to a distress call, only to return and help with the planning immediately afterwards. By the time the clock strikes 2am they pretty much have a plan. “Ok but there’s one problem left to solve,” Nejire points out. Everyone looks her way, eyes tired but determined as they wait for her to continue. “Where do we go after we save her? Can’t exactly just take her back to our apartments,” she continues. “We could try getting a new place?” Kaminari suggests but Momo is already shaking her head. “Even if we could find one in time, which would be a stretch, I’m sure the HPSC is monitoring for stuff like that or at the very least would check the minute we get her back. They’d find us in no time, we need to go somewhere already established that they wouldn’t suspect,” she points out. “Everyone she could hide out with is in this room,” Nejire sighs. “I know where we could go,” Keigo pipes up although he doesn’t look too happy about it. “You do?” Mirio asks. “Yea… The commission won’t expect me to go there and if nothing else it’ll buy us time until we find a better solution.” “Who is it with?” Kirishima asks, head cocking to the side in curiosity. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll give you all the address,” Keigo replies. “Gee that’s real reassuring,” Mirko snarks. “Just trust me on this one alright?” Hawks insists. Something in his gaze must convey his conviction because instead of protesting further he just gets a nod in response. “Alright, then in two days we get Scarlet back, yea?” The chorus of resolute “yes”s Hawks gets in response makes something warm nestle up next to the bottomless pit yawning in his chest.

He’s not sure what it is but it feels suspiciously like hope.

A/N: The Hawks and Mirko dynamic is fun to write because Hawks(tm) is a menace and Mirko has no patience for it

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Basic Instincts Part 42- Proud

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Keigo never thought he’d see the day he’d throw a party in his mother’s house.

Let alone an engagement party.

Let alone an engagement party for himself to celebrate his engagement to you.

It’s chaotic, with the friends you two have of course it is, but it makes something warm float in his chest. You’ve barely left his side all night, even as you mixed and mingled with your friends. The few times the two of you were separated your hand would always find its way to the feather around your neck, just enough to remind him that the two of you are and always will be connected. Now he wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling against the nape of your neck as you talk animatedly to Nejire about something he stopped paying attention to a long time ago. Instead he takes in the sight of all the guests, dead and alive. Nighteye and his protege are reunited as Mirio talks animatedly with him and Momo. Denki, Tokoyami, Mirko, and Kirishima have somehow trapped Stain in the corner, asking him a million questions. Shoji and Tamaki watch on, enjoying companionable silence with each other. Funny how the pieces of Keigo’s life fit so perfectly into the pieces of yours.

“So what happens now with the agency?”

The question makes Keigo tune back into your conversation with Nejire as you think it over.

“I mean it looks like you’ve got a pretty good handle on it now, I’m super impressed,” you smile.

“Yea! Finally! But uh I haven’t like replaced you or anything. Well I have! But not like permanently, I would never do that to you.”

“It’s ok, Nejire,” you chuckle, “I was actually going to ask if you wanted to officially take over.”

“Really? But what about you?”

You shrug.

“The AHA is gonna need a lot of my attention if it’s going to step up to replace the HPSC and after that well… I’ve got my eye on this one hero I’d like to team up with, maybe he and I will open a new agency together.”

“What hero?” Hawks asks, wings bristling possessively as you roll your eyes.

“It’s you bird brain,” you laugh and immediately Keigo melts back against you.

“Oh.”

“Yea ‘oh’ you’re lucky I love you silly.”

“Love you too,” he murmurs into your hair before he notices something floating out of the corner of his eye.

His mother’s eye floats just above the party, separate enough to avoid detection from less keen eyes. When he makes eye contact with it he instinctively knows it’s his mother’s way of summoning him, so he presses a kiss between your shoulders and tells you he’ll be right back without disrupting your conversation. He slips from the room, following the eye out into the lush backyard. It’s quiet there. Keigo understands why Tomie chose it to escape the noise from the party. She’s facing away from him, her disembodied eyes trained on him but her natural ones trained on the horizon. She doesn’t turn around but he can still hear her clear as day.

“I saw the news. Saw you and her. Now I know.”

“Now you know what?”

“Why you were born.”

Keigo feels himself crack open as he stares at his mother’s back in disbelief.

“What did you just say?”

“Her. The thing you two made. That’s what your wings are for. That’s why you were born.”

She finally turns around and walks forward, slowly, hesitantly, until she’s standing directly in front of her son. One hand reaches up to brush over the markings around his eyes before she wraps him in a hug. It’s incredibly uncomfortable, she’s awkward and doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands and before Keigo can even think of reciprocating she’s stepping away again. “I’m proud of you,” she mumbles and then she’s walking away, her extra eyes floating behind her.

“There you are bird brain, you ok? The feather was twitching like crazy and-“

You stop in your tracks when you take in the sight of your shell shocked fiancé. “Baby what’s wrong?” you ask but he shakes his head. “She told me she’s proud of me. To my face,” he breathes out incredulously. You cross over to him and pull him into your arms and he reciprocates without hesitation. “Of course she is. You’re pretty fucking incredible Keigo,” you tell him. “You’re not so bad yourself (y/n),” he chuckles.

“We really fucking pulled it off, huh?”

“We really fucking did.”

A/N: I’m so sorry this is late 😭 but I hope the content makes up for the wait. Next chapter is last chapter

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Basic Instincts Part 3- Dicked Down

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A/N: The graveyard squad wanna play matchmaker soooo bad and it gets me every time

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Basic Instincts Part 22- Warning Shot

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You’re standing in front of Fukuoka General Hospital in sweats, a tee shirt, and an old sweatshirt.

It’s too hot to be wearing layers.

You’re sweating.

You don’t care.

You can’t breathe.

You can’t fucking breathe.

Tamaki desperately tries to get you to match your breathing to his but you process none of his frantic words. You remember going back to your place together. You remember changing out of your hero costume and into the comfier attire you’re wearing now. You remember your phone pinging with a Twitter alert the way it always does when you or Hawks is tagged in a tweet. You remember checking the tweets as you sipped your tea. You remember processing that Keigo was in the hospital. After that it’s a massive blank until this moment, Tamaki trying desperately to get you to breathe properly when you just can’t. Suddenly a hoodie is shoved into your face and on your next panicked inhale the distinct smell of mate washes over you. Your shaky hands immediately grasp the fabric and bury your face into it as you finally start to process Tamaki’s words. The next time he instructs you to breathe on his count you obey, Keigo’s scent helping calm you down until your lungs remember how to function properly.

When you pull your face away from the hoodie, clutching it to your chest instead as if it could fill the void yawning behind your rib cage, you find not one but two concerned faces looking back at you. “Tokoyami,” you sigh, quickly swiping at the tear tracks on your cheeks. “Hawks left it at the office. I figured you could use it,” the man in question explains. “Thank you,” you reply gratefully before allowing him and Tamaki to usher you into the hospital waiting room. Fifteen minutes of pacing later you’re finally given permission to visit Hawks’ room although your companions have to stay behind. You promise to text them an update once you have one as you’re led away. The minute you enter your eyes check Keigo for injuries. Other than his wings being a little smaller than usual, he looks ok, his face peaceful as he sleeps. “He’ll be fine, you can relax. I’ve healed all his injuries he just needs rest now,” Recovery Girl assures you. “Thank you,” you sigh in relief, immediately moving to grasp hold of Keigo’s hand. The old woman nods before saying “I’ll leave the two of you to it then.”

Two of you?

“So unobservant the minute your mate is injured,” a feminine voice chastises behind you. You recognize it immediately, blood turning to ice water in your veins as you turn to make eye contact with the current President of the HPSC. She’s in a perfectly tailored gray suit, the cinched in waist highlighting her figure. Her long, ash blonde hair is slicked back the same way her mother used to wear it when she was the one in charge. They have the same calculating blue eyes as well, although the woman in front of you appears daintier than her mother did. Still, you know that she is not to be underestimated. “Noriko,” you greet coldly. “(Y/n),” she replies in a similar tone. For some reason your real name sounds wrong and foreign coming off her tongue. “How’d you find out?” you ask. “After our little chat about your continued use of Hawks as a crutch I decided to do a little digging so I’d have proof to show you and the rest of the board. Imagine my surprise when I find out you both were hospitalized on the same day. Quick check of your medical records confirmed separation sickness,” Noriko explains, as if she hasn’t just described a massive violation of your privacy. “You have no right to go through our medical records,” you protest. “It’s cute you think that just because you’re all grown up you suddenly don’t belong to us anymore. The HPSC always has and always will own you, (y/n).”

Your hands clench at your sides at her words. You want her gone so you can stand at Hawks’ bedside in peace but she still hasn’t given you a proper reaction to you and Keigo’s mating and you can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop. Noriko makes her way over to Hawks’ bedside then, she looks down at him with a look you can’t quite decipher and then she starts to run a hand through his hair. Anger and disgust burn through you at the action. How dare she touch him? How dare she touch your mate? You have to resist the temptation to physically remove her hand. You’re on thin enough ice as it is without aggravating the young President any further.

“It’s funny how the smallest errors can be so dangerous in the field,” Noriko muses. “What are you talking about?” you ask warily. “Did he tell you what his mission was?” Noriko responds instead of answering, continuing to comb her fingers through his hair as if she has any right to whatsoever. “It was supposed to be basic recon for you,” you grind out, “with some super special reward if all went well.” “I told him I’d grant permission for your relationship,” she explains and your eyes immediately widen. “He accepted without question once he heard. Maybe if he’d asked a few more questions he would’ve realized how risky it was. The minute his tech went haywire he was a sitting duck,” she continues, shaking her head in disappointment and feigned regret. “The tech you sent him in with? What the fuck were you thinking?” you demand with a barely contained rage. “I can’t be held responsible, equipment failure is a tragic but unavoidable risk even I can’t predict.” Something about how she says it sets you on edge and slowly a horrifying realization starts to set in.

“You knew the equipment would fail,” you say, bile rising in your throat.

“Now who would believe a thing like that? If you want to discuss and rectify your concerns though I invite you to text me. Soon,” she smirks before waltzing out of the room.

Your eyes follow her out stunned. Is she holding Keigo’s life hostage?

Before you can ponder the question any further you hear a quiet call of your name from behind you. You whirl around to find Keigo starting to wake up. You quickly help him sit up despite his assurances he’s just fine until he manages to calm your fretting. “Hey look at me, I’m fine Dove, relax,” he insists earnestly. “Never do that to me again,” you sigh. “Sorry to worry you so much but really I’m ok, just exhausted,” he assures you. “You’re exhausted because of how many injuries recovery girl had to fix. What the fuck happened?” you ask. “New communication system the commission had me testing went haywire mid-mission, started making this high pitched whining noise. Cut me off from requesting back up and attracted a shit ton of attention.” Your stomach sinks. That kind of bug should’ve been caught long before the tech was anywhere near the field. You and Noriko both know Hawks would never turn down a job if it meant saving lives and she’d just proved she knew how to get him killed and make it look like just a mission gone wrong.

This was a warning shot.

You doubt there will be another.

Keigo notices your rising distress and pulls you close until you’re practically in his lap. “Hey, it’s ok, I’m ok. Don’t stress yourself out so much Dove,” he tells you as he tries to rub soothing circles into your back. You nod, unable to reveal the true reason behind your building anxiety, and pull him into a hug, burying your face into his neck and taking deep inhales of his scent. As much as you know you’re not going to like what she has to say, you resolve to text Noriko the first chance you get. Amongst your frantic texts to Keigo earlier you’d sworn you would save him and that’s an oath you intend to keep.

No matter the cost.

A/N: I feel like this part is short but important shit happens so hopefully the content makes up for what it lacks in length 💀

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Basic Instincts Part 27- Tales

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Warnings for mention of (but no actual) illicit drug use, brief allusion to anxiety, and talk of (but no actual) sex

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It’s been four days since you’d announced your retirement.

You think...

It’s hard to tell time in the lab and you lose sense of it entirely during the horrifying sessions where Noriko eats away at you and Keigo’s bond. You get at least a day’s rest between each session but it’s never quite enough and even though there’s no physical injury associated, the pain alone wreaks havoc on your body. You’re constantly sore, and sleeping in the lab certainly isn’t helping matters. You never thought you’d miss the stiff commission issued mattress of your dorm room but you’d kill to be able to lie in it now instead of on the concrete floor. You haven’t been allowed to leave the lab since your announcement and Amelia’s company has been the only thing keeping you sane at this point. You’d never been the most physical hero. Of course you had hand to hand and basic weapons combat skills, the commission never would’ve let you leave and start working if you didn’t, but your quirk meant that unless someone got in close you’re calling more shots than you are actually taking them. Basically it’s not shocking that after at least a week or so of this you barely have the strength to fight back whenever Noriko shows up for another session of essentially torture. The worst part is you can feel the bond weakening with each session, your connection to Keigo getting more tenuous each time you wake back up.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the loud, grating sound of the heavy metal door to the lab opening. “My favorite time already?” you ask sardonically as you haul your aching body up from where you’d sprawled out on the floor. You sit down heavily in The Chair and allow yourself to be restrained. It’s habit at this point and although these sessions never get easier you at least know what to expect. “You know it’s only a matter of time before Keigo comes and drags me out of here,” you point out. “Oh he’s already been by. Twice in fact. Always pretending to be here on commission business and always sending a few feathers throughout the compound to look for you. You’re far too deep into the basement for that to work though, I doubt he even knows about this section of the building,” she reveals as she prepares the syringe and rolls up your sleeve the way she always does. You’re starting to develop track marks at the crook of your elbow you note idly as she inserts the syringe. “At least heroin gets you high before it fucks you up,” you joke although it goes ignored as Noriko depresses the plunger. You don’t even flinch at the initial burn anymore, you just do your best to brace for the oncoming agony.

Part of you is surprised when you wake up. How the pain hasn’t killed you yet is honestly a mystery. It certainly feels like dying in the moment. Or at the very least it feels like what you imagine hell to be like. You take a minute to breathe through the wave of nausea that washes over you as your body adjusts to consciousness and losing another piece of Keigo. Once you get your eyes to focus again you realize that for the first time Noriko has stuck around after you passed out. She’s pulled an office chair into the room that looks far more comfortable than the chair you’re sat in. She’s seated with her legs crossed and two thick files in her lap. “You must be going crazy here all on your lonesome so I thought I’d keep you company with some light reading,” she tells you, saccharine voice rotting your already fragile patience. She lifts up the files in her hand to show you exactly what tale she’s about to tell and you already can tell you’re not going to like it when you recognize your and Keigo’s names on them.

Noriko opens both files, shuffling some papers around into the order she desires and then tapping them on her leg so the edges all align. She clears her throat and you wish you weren’t still restrained so you could claw that stupid, smug look off her face, deteriorating body be damned. Your spite would probably fuel you enough to do some decent damage before she could pry you off. The image almost brings a smile to your face. Almost.

Noriko begins reading:

“(Y/l/n) (Y/n), age 10. (Y/n) still struggles with quirk control and has been unable to manifest any of the ghosts she sees into the physical realm despite having demonstrated this ability prior to the commission’s acquisition of her. She is starting to display a concerning ambivalence towards hero work and continues to fear her quirk rather than embrace it. It is recommended she begin more joint training with Keigo in hopes his dedication will rub off on her.

Takami Keigo, age 11. Keigo continues to excel here in the commission, showing great promise for future hero work. His dedication is evident. Concerns about his personality persist as he remains a quiet child but after a year working more with (y/n) he seems to be opening up and his passion is rubbing off on her. It is recommended their joint trainings continue in addition to his more complex training.

(Y/l/n) (Y/n), henceforth referred to as Necro, age 14. Necro’s progress has stalled considerably. Although she continues to be able to manifest, she can only summon one ghost at a time and is unable to filter out their communication with her. This makes her easily distracted. We also fear her eyes flashing red whenever a ghost arrives will be off putting to the general public since it will seem at random. It is recommended her time in the crypt be upped from two hours to four and the frequency upped from twice a week to three times in hopes of fast tracking her progress with control or else she won’t be ready to make an initial debut with Hawks.”

You remember those crypt sessions well. If you think about it too long you can still hear the begging and pleading of long dead spirits, can feel your chest tightening even though it’s been years since you’d endured them. You still think you’d prefer them to whatever this is. Noriko pays no mind to your obvious discomfort as she continues:

“Hawks, age 15. Although already garnering considerable attention in the wake of his debut and excelling in combat and quirk training, Hawks’ social skills continue to disappoint. When pressed on this issue, he responded that it shouldn’t matter as long as he was saving people, a view Necro has repeatedly expressed herself in the past. There is a concern she is becoming a distraction and a bad influence. Separation is being considered.

Hawks, age 16. Our worries were correct. Immediate separation of Hawks and Necro strongly recommended.

Necro, henceforth referred to as Scarlet, age 20. Scarlet is finally prepared for a full debut to the public. Her quirk is far better controlled and she has fully embraced hero work, including taking an active role in curating her hero image by choosing a hero name of her own instead of one assigned by the commission. The massive success of Hawks, whose remarkable progress since relocation has launched him quickly up the hero ranks, is likely a large source of motivation.”

Noriko finally finishes, returning the pages to their respective folders. “You know how the rest goes. You stagnate in the top 20 while Hawks climbs to number 2, continuing to prove what my mother before me suspected, and what I know to be true. You will never be half the hero Hawks is, and whatever pathetic fairytale you’ve concocted in your head can do nothing but weigh him down,” she sneers. “Jesus, why are you so obsessed with our relationship you vapid bitch?” you sigh. She stands abruptly, eyes narrowing as she closes the distance between you. “Because Keigo deserves better,” she almost growls. “What, like you?” “Exactly like me.”

You bark out a laugh at the sheer absurdity of the statement. “Ok sweetheart, keep telling yourself that,” you giggle. The slap across your face is unexpected but the stinging of your cheek pales in comparison to everything else you’ve been through recently. “Just watch. Before you know it, with you out of the picture rotting in some shitty office in an equally shitty city far away from here, I’ll be the one he’s sharing a bed with! Although I doubt we’ll do much sleeping,” she smirks. “Yea? Well I’ll rest easy knowing that as he’s half heartedly rutting into your pathetic cunt he’ll be wishing it was mine. And if by some miracle he manages to cum, it’ll be my name on his lips not yours,” you grin. Noriko reels back as if struck but makes no comment before spinning on her heel and storming from the room. “Aww leaving already? But I wanna hear more about your weird sexual fantasies about my boyfriend!” you call after her retreating figure, your laughter echoing in the room as the heavy door slams shut after her.

“She was lying,” a voice suddenly chimes in from the office chair Noriko had vacated.

“No shit Amelia, I’m pretty sure Kei would rather cut his own dick off than sleep with Noriko,” you sigh.

“I meant the thing about her mom thinking you’re a lesser hero. There was another line in your file she didn’t read.”

“What did it say?”

“Re-evaluation of separation pending continued progress over next few years strongly recommended.”

“So if Jaku City hadn’t happened and Noriko hadn’t been instated during the HPSC reconstruction….” you start.

“You and Hawks probably would have had your HPSC approved reunion,” Amelia finishes.

“Jesus Christ, I hate her.”

“Yea, but maybe you should’ve waited until after she’d freed you to piss her off.”

You look down, suddenly remembering your restraints before heaving a sigh.

“She’s probably not coming back to let me out is she?”

“Probably not, no.”

You groan and settle in as close to comfortably as you can. It’s going to be a long night.

A/N: Noriko really thought she did something til y/n clapped back 🤡 Reader is CEO of fuck around and find out

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Basic Instincts Part 4- Charming

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

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You’ve always found drives cathartic. Secretly you think you do for the same reason Hawks loves flying. Windows down, the spring air flowing through the car, and music playing, it almost can become a very meditative experience. Unfortunately even the magic of the car can’t squash the bundle of nerves tightening in your chest this time. You haven’t been alone with Hawks in a little over a decade and now you’re about to spend 4 hours alone in the car with him. If you poke at that wound long enough, you can still see the heartbroken look on his face and hear your own sobs echoing in your ears. The memory threatens to drown you as you pull up in front of his agency, panic starting to creep in, your eyes flicker between red and their natural color as you try to keep your quirk under control. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel but just before the riptide can pull you under you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a knocking on the window.

You jump practically a foot in the air as your head snaps to the window to find Tokoyami peering in at you. You throw him a smile you hope hides how close you were to a panic attack as you roll down the window. “Hey Tsukuyomi! About to head out on patrol?” you ask. “Yes, thank you again for your help I’m sure Hawks appreciates it,” he replies, bowing slightly. “Ahh, it’s nothing. I’m sure mr numero uno could handle it himself if he had to. Just trying to lighten the load,” you tell him somewhat sheepishly, careful to hide the shaking of your hands, but he seems to disagree as he shakes his head. “He has been... quite stressed lately since Endeavor’s retirement. He hides it well but I can see it sometimes. I know you two have said you‘ve never worked together before but he seems to have this faith in your abilities. His stress has eased some since you agreed to help so thank you,” Tokoyami insists sincerely. You stare at him, mouth hanging open as you struggle to find a response to his bold statement. It’s touching but you can’t quite believe it. How could Hawks possibly still have such faith in you after almost eleven years of separation?

You don’t get a chance to give Tokoyami a reply because the man of the hour comes walking up to the car. Hawks looks as stunning as ever in his casual clothes and you could swear his wings are a brighter red than usual. You do notice he seems a bit tense and conclude he must be as nervous as you are about being alone together for such a prolonged time. “You talkin’ my new partner’s ear off kid?” Hawks jokes, slinging an arm around his sidekick’s shoulders. “Not at all! I simply wanted to bond with another fan of the occult!” Tokoyami assures his mentor. “Tell you what, if you and the others kill it while Hawks and I are gone we can do a whole spooky seance during the witching hour once we’re back,” you offer. Tokoyami’s eyes practically light up. “Really??” he asks hopefully. “Yes really, so you better get on it,” you tell him. “Of course! Prepare for revelry in the dark upon your return Scarlet,” he announces before rushing off into the city. Hawks watches him go with a fond smile before climbing into the car and sitting down with a sigh.

You waste no time pulling back onto the road, eager to get the drive over with. You can’t help but notice though that something is definitely off with Hawks, as you cast a nervous glance his way. “You ok over there?” you ask cautiously, unsure if you even have a right to ask anymore. “Yea, yea just a slight headache I’ll be fine,” he reassures you. An awkward silence settles over you both, cut only by the sound of the car’s engine as you move to the highway and start picking up speed. “Tokoyami is a good kid,” you comment, desperate to fill the silence somehow and hating that it’s this awkward with someone you once considered your best friend. “He is,” Hawks confirms. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in giving a kid a work study or anything to be honest. What made you choose him and Shoji?” “Tokoyami and I are birds of a feather,” he smirks and you can’t help but snort at the answer, “and Shoji was his reccomendation. What about you? I figured you’d pick up sidekicks but Nejire and Kaminari are....” “I know, they’re not exactly who you’d think of working for me considering how sunshine-y they are right?” you ask wryly. “I don’t mean it like-“ “No I know,” you reassure him, “but still they’re definitely a different choice but they’re really talented and they force me out a little bit more. Make sure I talk to actual living people sometimes, y’know.” “Yea...”

Keigo hates this. He hates the silence and the awkwardness. He hates that you feel like a stranger next to him. He hates that his head is throbbing and his whole body feels restless and twitchy but he no longer has the right to lay his head in your lap and let your soothing fingers chase that all away. He hates all of it but the only one he can do anything about is the silence so he leans to press the dial to turn on the radio. The car’s Bluetooth automatically connects to your phone, playing music from whatever playlist you’d been listening to last. He’s pleasantly surprised to realize he recognizes the song although he’s not sure from where as he settles back against the seat. The music seems to ease the tension some and next thing he knows you’re quietly humming along. He recognizes the next song too.

And the one after that.

And the one after that...

It still takes him an hour though to realize it’s no coincidence he’s recognized each song. “Is this.... the mixtape I made you?” he asks cautiously, because if he’s wrong he’ll feel like the most conceited asshole. Why would you still be listening to a track list he made over a decade ago? “Ah, yea it is. I turned it into a playlist and still listen to it sometimes. Is that weird?” you ask sheepishly, your eyes momentarily leaving the road to check for his reaction. He has to suppress an embarrassing cooing sound that threatens to escape his throat at your words as his wings puff up in delight as much as they can in the crowded confines of the car. He clears his throat and forces his feathers to relax, hoping you didn’t quite notice just how happy it made him to hear you still listen to it before admitting “Not at all. I’ve actually been updating it if you want to hear.” God, he feels 16 again. “I, uh, I’d like that,” you confess before directing him to switch the audio from your phone to his.

Hawks has stopped robberies, saved people from burning buildings, and even infiltrated a terrorist organization, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been as nervous as when he connected his phone and told it to play his “Scarlet Witch” playlist. He should’ve known he had nothing to be worried about. Just as the playlist connects past and present, it seems to link your past and present selves together and finally the tension in the car melts away. By hour 2 you’re both trading stories from your careers. By hour 3 he’s managed to make you laugh the same breathtaking laugh that drew him in all those years ago. By hour 4 when the two of you finally enter the city of Miyazaki, it’s almost like no time has passed at all.

You park the car at the first decent looking restaurant you can find and climb out, stretching slightly. You turn to find Hawks doing the same, his wings fanning out brilliantly. The early afternoon sun illuminates them perfectly to create a breathtaking sight. You could still swear they’re far more ruby-colored than usual but you shrug it off as a trick of the light. “How’re your wings feeling?” you ask. You know it can’t be easy for him to be cooped up that long when he’s so used to being free. “Not bad just kinda itchy,” he groans with one final stretch, “but c’mon let’s get some food and make a game plan.” You nod and follow him inside.

Hawks’ eyes are peeled from the moment you two step inside the restaurant, cataloguing every face he can in case they could later be a target. The hostess who seats you both at a booth in the corner is nice enough, starry-eyed and shocked to see the new number one hero gracing the restaurant she works at of all places. He flashes her his usual, charming smile, perfectly playing his charismatic role as she takes the two of you’s drink orders. Once she’s gone he’s surprised to see you watching him with a bit of a wry grin. “What?” he asks. “Since we were teens I’ve always kind of envied the way you can just... talk to people like that,” you admit. It’s the closest the two of you have gotten to talking about your shared history. “What can I say? Being charming is hard work,” he replies with his trademark lopsided grin. To anyone else it would look and sound like a joke, but he knows you’ll understand the message. Because you remember tiny six year old Keigo who almost never said a word. You remember fourteen year old Keigo complaining about how dumb and pointless “charisma training” was when he could be in quirk training with you. No one has ever known Keigo as well as you do. So when he says “being charming is hard work”, you give him a sympathetic smile and reply “then I guess it’s a good thing you don’t have to charm me,” casually as if they aren’t some of the most important words Keigo’s ever heard. God he’s fucking missed you.

The two of you wait until your food arrives to start going through the game plan and only after double checking no one is within hearing distance of your table. “I want to hit the Ikimen Burial Mounds when we leave here. Ancient spirits are usually bored as fuck and willing to do odd jobs just for the sake of having something to do. We could have several of them scouting the city for us,” you explain, pointing out the location on a map the two of you have spread out between you. “You sure that won’t be overwhelming?” Hawks can’t help but ask. “I’m not sixteen anymore, don’t worry about me,” you assure him. He nods, trusting you to understand your own boundaries before redirecting his gaze to the map. “My source wants to meet in the city botanical garden tomorrow so I figured we should go tonight to scout it out, get a sense of exits and you can see if there are any spirits there you could use if things go south,” he notes as he shows you where the garden is. You nod your understanding and then gather up the map, tucking it away right before your waitress comes back to check in on you two again.

By the time the two of you pull the car into the parking lot of the nearest business hotel you could find you’re exhausted. “If this place is haunted I swear to god I’m sleeping in the car,” you groan as you once again climb out, this time moving to the trunk to grab your bag. “You ok?” Hawks asks, worry blatantly coloring his tone, but you wave him off. “Yea, yea just gonna be a little harder to tune ‘em out. Don’t worry,” you assure him. “If you’re sure. Let me know if there’s any way I can help,” he replies although the worry doesn’t completely leave his face. He insists on carrying your bag for you and you let him, albeit with a roll of your eyes. The two of you walk inside and head to the reception desk where a balding man is flicking through a magazine. “Can we get two rooms?” Hawks asks the man who at first seems to ignore him. “Uh excuse me?” Hawks tries again. The man finally looks up from his magazine, giving you both a sweeping glance, his gaze lingering on Hawks a little longer than it does on you. “Only one left,” he alerts you curtly. “Fine, one works,” Hawks shrugs although the man’s subtle hostility doesn’t escape him. The man nods, reaching to grab the keys to the room. He starts to hand them over but just as Hawks is about to grab them the man jerks them just out of reach. “I don’t want any trouble Takami,” the man sneers.

Hawks hides it well but you can see the way hearing his real name jars him. You distinctly remember the dread you’d felt when Hawks’ real name and father had been revealed. You’d wanted so desperately to reach out and make sure he was ok but had no way of contacting him at the time so you couldn’t do anything but worry and pray he had someone to lean on. The man raises an expectant eyebrow, his smile smug when Hawks doesn’t immediately respond. You start speaking before you’ve even fully processed what you’re about to say. “It’s Hawks to you actually. And considering how many fucking spirits I can sense here we should be saying that to you. You’re lucky I don’t have this place fucking investigated,” you all but growl before snatching the keys out of the man’s hand. His face visibly pales at your words. “Sp-spirits?” he asks tremulously, his prior bravado apparently abandoning him. “Angry ones at that. Seems to me like we’re the least of your worries. Maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll clear them out for you after we leave,” you continue in a lethal tone, “emphasis on if.” You can feel Hawks’ stare on the side of your face but you ignore it for now. “Right of course. I’m so sorry ma’am a-and Hawks, of course. I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he apologizes, bowing deeply. “Damn right you shouldn’t have,” you huff before taking hold of Hawks’ hand and dragging him in the direction of the rooms.

You don’t stop walking until you get to the elevator and hit the button for you two’s floor. “You didn’t have to defend me,” Hawks tells you, squeezing your shaking hand as you try to quell the anger that had flared in your chest red hot. “Yes I did, that dude was an asshole for zero reason,” you huff. “I’m used to it by now,” he shrugs but you shake your head, looking him straight in the eye as you reply “You shouldn’t have to be.” Your eyes stay locked together, neither of you willing to look away, until the ding of the elevator finally disrupts the moment. You clear your throat awkwardly and then both step out of the elevator to go find your room.

You finally arrive, unlocking the door and stepping inside only to freeze the minute you do. There’s only one bed. Of course, there’s only one bed. You hear Hawks mutter a curse behind you but he seems to decide that’s a problem to deal with later because he tosses the bags onto the bed, grabs what he needs from his own, and then heads to the bathroom. Shortly after the door shuts behind him you hear the shower come on.

You and Hawks sharing a bed is a horrible idea. You know this. But you also know he’s had a headache since this morning and being in and out of the car has meant a lot of time spent with his wings cramped. There’s no way he’d accept letting you take the floor but you also can’t accept him taking it. So that leaves one option remaining. Your mind made up, you decide to go ahead and change for bed, resolving to shower in the morning. You trade your clothes from the day in for an old tee and shorts, shoving your clothes and bra back into your bag just as Keigo walks out. He looks unfairly attractive in just his pajama pants, hanging low on his hips, his bare chest on display and his hair still dripping from the shower as he towels it off. You try to keep your gaze locked onto his face but know your eyes wander back down to the lean muscles on display more than once. “Do you want right or left side of the bed?” you ask, clearing your throat. Hawks stares at you for a moment as if assessing before finally replying “Left side.” You’re a little surprised he doesn’t push back on the idea of sharing the bed but you’re not about to question it. Instead both of you climb into your respective sides, exhausted from the day’s events anyway, and mutter quiet good nights into the room.

Two hours later you’re still wide awake. Despite your earlier exhaustion you can’t force yourself to get comfortable and fall asleep now with Keigo so close beside you. You can tell he’s still awake too and are consciously aware that it can’t be comfortable for him to have to tuck his wings in to accommodate you. You’re about to offer to move to the floor, anything has to be better than this, when suddenly you hear Hawks mutter a quiet “fuck it” before reaching over to pull you onto his chest. He takes advantage of the new positions to stretch out his wings fully, groaning in relief as they fully extend across the bed, before settling you more comfortably on top of him, your front pressed to his and your head resting on his pecs. “Is this ok?” he asks quietly. “Yea... it’s perfect,” you admit, eyelids already growing heavy. “Good,” is the last thing you hear him say before you finally fall asleep.

A/N: I’m obsessed with the dynamic of Keigo and this reader and their somewhat complicated history. Also we haven’t gotten a lot of the public’s reaction specifically to the reveal of Hawks’ real name in the manga because so much has been going on so I like the idea of exploring what that looks like once the dust has settled on the war itself

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