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#keigo fanfic
sanscat0414 · 1 month
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Sideline 2
Hawks x Timid Reader
Scenario: Hawks loses his memories after a villlan fight leading to head trauma. His sidekick was all the more ready to take your place as his girlfriend. She fed him lies to make Hawks hate you. Will he remember you or will you remain a thorn in his eyes.
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Part 1
It’s been two months since Hawks was out of the hospital. He knows something wasn’t right. Some things just didn’t make sense. Vivian, his ‘love’ just chalks it up to him being fuzzy because of his memory lost. He loves her right? Hawks felt something about her just didn’t seem right. He started noticing your absence, sure he didn’t know what he thought was missing was you but he could tell something was wrong. Going back to his apartment he felt like there was always something that is missing. Like his home wasn’t his home or how he would feel like he wasn’t complete despite having Vivian by his side. So he started distantly himself from her. Vivian tried to get more attention form him but he brushed her off saying he was busy.
He went back to hospital to check out what was that feeling of emptiness and if that was normally for someone who’s missing some of there memories.
“Well everything looks fine, Hawks. Side form your memories not completely back you are as healthy as a dime.”
“It’s weird tho. It’s like something is missing and I just can’t put my finger on it.”
“Well my guess that is your body remembers a feeling that your brain couldn’t. It’s kind of like muscle memory in a way. It’s like your instincts is telling you something is wrong because something isn’t the same as it used to be. That’s just something you need to figure out on your own. Maybe you should ask that lovely lady that was always by you bedside she might know something.”
“Vivian, purple hair girl with hot pink eyes?”
“No, she had (color) hair and she was super timid and wears a nice sliver feather necklace. What was her name…” the doctor said as he looked through Hawk’s papers “ah there she is, Y/N L/N. She was your emergency contact. She was here every time she had free time. She would help the nurses take care of you when it was possible.The poor girl was so worried for you she alway leave crying. She was heartbroken after you didn’t let her see you.”
“Why would she be in my emergency contact? also what about Vivian did she visit me?”
“Nope, only once or twice a week. Uptil you woke up.”
As he flew home, he thought long and hard about what he had learned. He was right something definitely didn’t add up. He thought maybe his cool bird intern could tell him something. Once he was home, he called Tokoyami to ask about you. Tokoyami didn’t say much other than you were important to him and how Vivian lied to him about about your character. Tokoyami said you were the sweetest person he knows and how He would constantly talked about her like a you where a goddess in private settings of course.
He decided there was no use sitting around and doing nothing so he went for a fly. He flew aimlessly around the city in deep thought only to land on a random apartment balcony. He didn’t know why he landed there but it felt right. He look around To see some cloths still out on the drying rack. Not long after he saw the light turn on and wanted to fly away, best not to disturb the resident who live here right. Something in his gut told him to stay. After a few minutes the curtains were opened and there you were.
There he was in front of you. Majestic as ever was he perched on your balcony like those nights he would come after a long day of work, only for you to great him. It hurt you to see him, knowing he wasn’t yours anymore, you thought it was just your kind playing tricks on you. After all he had a new girlfriend. You walked out pretending he’s not there gathering your cloths.
“Heyo.”
it startled you to here his voice. You look up to him and said “YOU…. YOUR ACTUALLY HERE?!?”
“shhh don’t wanna wake up your neighbor now.” “Do you need something, Hawks.” You said dejected and looking away.
“Mater a fact I do. I want to ask you something.” “Come inside. It’s cold we can talk then.” You said as you walked in followed by Hawks.
Hawks sat down on the couch. You offered him some tea and sat down on the couch facing Hawks.
“So what are you to me? I been thinking about stuff and something’s just didn’t make sense. With my memories I mean. “ “Why com to me then and not your girlfriend.” “Because it’s you that inconsistent. Viv said I hated you because you were a… well a b*tch, but evidence say otherwise. The doctor told me you been taking care of me day in and day out when I was unconscious. You were my emergency contact.”
“Would you even believe me if I told you the truth? You didn’t even want to hear a word out of me for the past month” You said looking down at your hands as you fidget.
“I just need to know… to be honest I don’t even know how I know how to get here. I just thought about see you. And here I am. I know I haven’t been the nicest to you but you clearly care about me. So be honest what were you to me.”
“I don’t know, that is for you to decide. What I can tell you is that you were my boyfriend.” You said and walked off.
You came back with an album/scrapbookk hoping that would help jog his memory. You handed it to him and patiently waited.
“You want me to look at it?” He said confused as you nodded.
He flip to a random page, it was you and him at the amusement park. He was in a disguise but both of you were smile and holdout cotton candy. There was a little note on the side ‘My babybird, best date ever my first time at an amusement part. -T.K.’
Flipped to another page it was him sleep on your couch with a mustache. ‘No fair got pranked today! -T.K’
Another photo, there were two pots infront of you guys. ‘It was so much fun to customize some pottery together! -(your initials.)’
Another with you and him in matching chicken oneis ‘Note: we need to get more matching out fits. -(your initials)’
He flipped through more of photos reading all the little snippets. There was warmth in it. He felt something in him changing, a sinse of longing for you. It’s like his body knew that it was you who made him feel so loved. Once he finished he hugged you. You flinched at the sudden contact and relaxed once he held you close wrapping his wings around you. This was it was missing. It was you. Your warmth, your love, your kindness, you and only you.
“I don’t remember our time together but after looking through these photos I did remember one thing. “ he said looking at you.
You look back into his eyes, there was no longer that hate you saw a month ago. It was replaced by the gentle look that loved so much. “What is it?” You asked quietly.
“That Hawks mate for life. And you are mine. My mate for life.”
“that’s two things.” You said as you give him a small smile.
“I’m sorry… so sorry. For putting you through so much. It must have hurt you to see me with another and how badly I had treated you. I’m sorry. “ he held you tight as he thought back form the way he treated you.
Guilt overwhelmed him as he held you like you would disappear in a moment. You wrapped your arms around him. For the first time in months you finally got to hug him. You took in every part of him. His dirty blonde hair, slightly muscular toned body, his sent of tropical wood, and his lovely crimson wings. Oh how much you missed being in his wings again. You two held each other for a long time before cuddling to sleep.
“Please don’t let go of me again, Keigo.” You said as you buried your face in his neck as your tears dripped down your face.
“Never again…. I promise and if I lose my memories again I promise I’ll fall in love with you all over again. If you lost your memory I’ll make you fall for me. I’ll hold you as along as I can. Babybird I will never let you go again. Not ever.” He couldn’t help but tear up too.
The next few months you two worked on building your relationship back up agian. Going on dates, looking through more scrapbook/albums and making new memories together. Vivian was abruptly fired from the Hawks agency after Hawks found out the truth. Slowly but surly Hawks would regain his memory completely and later Hawks would propose to you. Of course you said yes.
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eywascall · 3 months
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THE RIGHTFUL KING TO THE THRONE
pairing: (former king!husband) keigo takami x (former queen!wife) female!reader
summary: your kingdom is in ruins and your family’s safety is on the line, but even in times of crisis, there is comfort found in each other.
warning: royalty au, mention of violence, attempted murder, angst, and not proofread
word count: 1,117
DNI/BYF
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The crescent spotted grayish white moon rises to decorate the sky once more with the stars shimmering beside it. With the night taking over, a symphony begins. A mix of sounds made from all kinds of wild creatures merge into an orchestra of some sort. Crickets hum, fireflies display a relaxing light show, and the night wind to calm any tense nerves. However, within this darkness held a frightening aura of determination and revenge. Dry leaves and twigs snap under a quick step of Keigo’s foot as he runs through the forest. He has to make it to the hidden secret cabin no matter what. So what, there are guards patrolling the area that would kill him on sight without hesitation, he has to at least try. He must, his heart is yearning to reunite with you and your precious son. Everything he’s done up to this point was for you two to live on. Even if he is out of the picture.
Without a moment to lose, he made it successful. He entered the cabin which seemingly looked empty. But that is what it is made out to look like. He walks up to a fake stone wall and presses in the magical stones which turn around. Then he follows the path ahead where he gets past a wall of arrows. After that he flies over a huge opening on the floor where it drops to a hundred feet below. Lastly was the door he hoped to see when the day ends. A secret knock was done, three times without error. Then it opens. “KEIGO!” You cried out happily as you hugged him out of relief. Your son waddles his way to you two with his arms out, “Dada!” He chirped and then scooped up Keigo. “I missed you, Kiddo.” He spoke softly as he kissed your son’s chubby cheek. “And I missed your beautiful Mama too.” A soft chuckle was let out as you closed the door behind him for your own comfort.
“Did anything new happen, Love?” He asked seriously as he slowly sat down on the floor mattress. Your gentle smile shifts to a heartbroken frown as you tell him more bad news. You broke the news to the latest executions… a family of craftsmen, one of your closest friends and supporters, were murdered. They refused to serve the new king and queen which led to their deaths. So many lives lost for an uncalled for act. The expression on Keigo’s face melted in horror and anger as his fist balls up tightly. “Bastards…” He mumbles to himself through gritted teeth. You continued on telling him more information reported by your loyal followers. Each news was another stab to his broken heart. The two of you have lost so much, your parents, your kingdom, your kingdom, and your freedoms to live without death lurking around. What worries you two the most is your precious son. He’s amongst so many innocent victims the new king and queen tried to hurt. An assassination attempt was made for your baby, but thank goodness you made it just in time to his crib.
You held him before evacuating the castle with Keigo right behind you. As happy as you were that your baby was safe temporarily, you didn’t escape unscathed. Your upper right thigh was pierced by an arrow and the pain still resides even after it was all healed. Now whenever Keigo sees that area where the arrow hit you, he is met with a large scar. He blames himself for not doing his job to protect. And yet you remind him without fail that it wasn’t his fault.
“Here My Love, give me our son so I can put him to sleep.” Keigo nodded as he handed your baby to you. It took a few minutes of rocking with a sweet lullaby to get the little guy to sleep soundly. With your son sleeping, you take the time to sit next to Keigo, your head resting on his broad shoulder. “Y/N, I’m sorry for letting this all happen.” He spoke out anxiously. You let out a sigh, “Keigo, no matter how many times I have to remind you, this is not your fault.” You held onto his hand. “Things could get worse.” He warned as his eyes fell onto the ground in front of him. Your free hand turns his chin your way as you make eye contact, “But I’m grateful for what we have. All I need is you and our son to live together no matter what circumstances we’re under. That���s the only selfish wish I can ask of the universe.”
His heartbeat quickens, ears and cheeks redden up like his feathers. “I love you, Keigo. More than I can describe into words. Having you was the greatest blessing gifted to me. I lost what I wanted but I have what I need.” You ended your bold heartfelt speech with a nice loving kiss. He leans in as he absorbs the love poured into it. “I sure am the luckiest man alive.” He teased as his feathers gently pushed you closer into his embrace. “I promise this hell will end soon. For your sake and our son’s.” He said stubbornly. Shaking your head side to side out of amusement. “And yourself too, My King.” The title itself meant nothing but when you say it, it takes it to a whole new meaning. “I might just leave the world sooner than I thought if you continue acting that adorably.” He joked.
“Mmmhmm sure. I won’t allow it.” You playfully responded. The two of you share one more kiss before the old clock starts to ring. “Well would you look at that, looks like it’s time for us to hit the bed.” He said as he lay comfortably onto your shared mattress. You curl up on his side as his wings cover you like the world’s softest blanket. “Goodnight, My Love.” He reminded you as he gave you a goodnight kiss to your hair. “Sweet dreams, Love Bird.” You kissed his neck for good measure. Sleep quickly greeted you, while the same could not be said for Keigo. His body just refuses to allow him to get any rest. He’s on high alert every second for the fear of losing what are the most precious people in his lives. He has never had much to begin with. But just as it seemed he got it all, he lost it. Luckily for him, he found hope when you entered his life. His perspective has widened, happier memories made, and the hope for a better future. “I’ll keep you two safe, I swear on my life.”
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omgopalsapphire · 1 year
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theirfirespirit · 2 years
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OURS - POLY!MAFIA!MHA Series
Chapter 2: Deja Vu
Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: Cursing
My eyes wake up from some bright ass light hitting my face. I slowly wake up and see the sun beaming through my windows. 
Getting up, I groan softly while holding my head. Man, how much did we drink last night? 
Thinking back to last night, I immediately start to smile, remembering the men we spent time together with. Too bad we probably will never see them again.
I get up to go take a shower and brush my teeth.
As I finish my teeth, I hear Mycha get up and do the same. Damn, she looks like a zombie.
“Good morning to you, sunshine.”
“Ugh…” she groans, “I need food.”
“Ok, well we’ll go get some breakfast.” I say to her as I get into my bed and grab my phone off the nightstand. I open it up and notice all the birthday wishes from last night and the time. 
12:32 pm
“Or maybe lunch”
“Yea, lunch sounds good, but I want to go shopping as well.” Mycha says, racking her brain for other errands she may need to do.
“Well, I was thinking about going to start my tattoo piece and maybe getting my nose pierced.”
“Ok, we go to lunch and then we go our separate ways and then meet up for dinner?”
“...Yes, that should work. What about dinner at 8? Gives us time to come back if possible and get changed.” I suggest.
“Perfect.”
We both get dressed and grab our purses and keys. She gets in her modified 2015 Ford Fiesta ST while I get into my modified 1998 Acura Integra GSR. I followed her to our favorite hibachi place down the street from our place.
We sit down and eat our lunch. As we sit down, we talk about what she plans to get and what my tattoo may be.
“I’m thinking about getting that tattoo of the yin yang dream catcher for my native american side, and then the feathers flow into the colors of the flags for each of the other ethnicities.”
“Where though?”
“Maybe starting on my ribs and going to my hip.”
“Ma’am, that’s going to hurt.”
“Ma’am, dating my ex hurt. At least, I’ll get pleasure from this.”
Mycha giggles and shakes her head. “I mean … true.”
I laughed a little and we continued eating our food before paying and leaving.
“Remember, we are meeting back at our place at 6 so we can head out. If anything happens, call immediately.”
“Ok, mom.” I smirked.
She rolls her eyes and gets in her car. “Whatever, I love you, bitch.”
“Love you, bitch” I say back while getting in my car and putting on my quick release steering wheel 'til I hear the satisfying ding of the wheel to signify its truly on.
Mycha’s POV
I get to the mall and park in a spot. Walking into the mall, I think about exactly what I want/need to get so I’m not wasting too much time.  I checked the time on my phone once more. 
1:45pm
Ok that gives about 4 hours to do some damage. 
I walk into Macy’s and look for some nice tops I can dress up or down. While walking into the store, I saw that there’s a sale going on storewide. 
YES! Buy one get one 50%! I’m here for it.
I searched around and found these pretty v neck t-shirts in multiple colors. Looking at the tops, I can’t choose between colors.
I do wear a lot of black and pinks but maybe this olive color would look nice as well. Ok, but this purple and blue. Oh my gosh and this yellow would brighten up my skin too!
As I’m pondering over these colors, I feel a presence behind me. 
“Hi cutie.”
“Look sir, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not -” I start as I turn around and see a familiar redhead, smiling.
“You’re not interested? I can leave you alone if you.” the redhead said, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.
“No no no, I thought you were some creep trying to flirt. I’m sorry.”
His smiles once again. 
His smile is so fucking pretty! Ugh! Please, keep that smile!
“No, I get it. Also, I think you should get those. They’d look nice on you.” He points to the tops I was previously looking at.
I turn to look at them and sigh.
“I want to, but I don't know which one to get.”
“Why not all of them?”
“Sir, I’m balling on a budget.” I quipped.
“I’ll get them for you.”
I stared at him for a moment. Did he just - No, don’t accept it because you still don’t know the man.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll -”
He goes to grab one of each color.
“Hey! You don’t have to do that! I can get a couple now and get some others later.”
“Later, you don’t know if there’ll be a sale.” He says walking to the cash register with the shirt in hand.
“We’ll you don’t even know my size.” I crossed my arms.
He looked at me, “You still have the size of the shirt you were possibly going to get in your hand, love.” He takes that shirt out of my hand and adds it to the pile on the counter.
“Ok, seriously you don’t have to do it.”
“I know, I don’t have to, but I want to. Plus, you’ll look beautiful with your new shirts and a smile on your face.” He grins as he pays for the shirts and whatever else he grabbed before. “Can you separate the shirts for this? Thank you.”
“Ok, but what is the catch? What do you want from me? How did you even know I was here?” 
“Cutie, I came here because they are the only place that carries my favorite cologne and I just happened to catch you walking past me to go to the shirts. Also, I don't want anything, except dinner, if that’s ok with you. Last night got cut short and I didn’t even tell you my name, which is Eijiro.” 
Eijiro grabs the bags and hands me my bag of shirts.
So, his name is Eijiro.
“Honestly, I just want to formally introduce myself to you because I find you cute and sweet but feisty, but not as feisty as your friend though my friends like her. It’s not that I don't like her, though! I’m sure she’s a great person and what not but I’m not interested in her like I am you. Wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” He stumbles a bit. Eijiro rubs his free against his neck again, blushing slightly.
I giggled, “I understand and yes, she’s fiery. How about this? I’ll see if she minds going to dinner with us instead of just her and I. Therefore, we all can formally introduce ourselves to each other and I can thank you for the shirt.”
“YES! I mean, yea that sounds great. Here’s my number!” Eijiro enthusiastically reaches for his phone and gives me his number. I texted him and he received my number in exchange.
“Alright, well I’ll text her and I still have about 2 and a half hours before I got to head back. Wanna shop some more?”
“Yea! I’ll let the boys know as well”
I opened my message and sent Luna a quick text to let her know the slight change in plans. 
Maybe, one of them, or both, will help her recover from her ex.
Luna’s POV
I feel a buzz from my phone as I pull into the parking lot of Blue Flame Tattoo and Piercings. Once the car is parked and turned off, I pull out my phone and look at the notification.
iMessage from My Wife Mycha at 1:45pm
Opening the notification while taking off my quick release, I read the message.
Mycha: Hey, do you mind if we change plans, slightly? I met Eijiro - or the redhead from last night and somehow, he ended up asking us to dinner with his friends. I know it’s sudden and I agreed BUT I told him I’d ask you. What do you think?
So, they met again. I’m glad, he seemed quite interested in her and it better not just be for sex, or I might just go to jail for murder. 
Me: Let me see how I feel after this, and I’ll let you know.
I walk into the shop and the doorbell rings. I’m greeted by a man with raven-colored chin length hair. His bangs could cover his face if it weren’t held back by a bandana. From what I can see, he has a half sleeve right arm, a lip ring, and his left ear is full of piercings.
“Welcome to Blue Flame, I’m Tamaki. How can I help you?”
“I’m here to start my rib piece. I made an appointment with … I wasn’t given the name. My name is Luna.”
“No problem, I have you in the system. The person you’ll be working with should be finishing a client now. I’ll let him know you’re here though. Feel free to chill in the lounge while you wait.”
I go to sit on the couch and look at the tattoo I hope to start today.
Not even 5 minutes late, the previous client comes out. She is thanking the tattooist for her new ink. The tattoo artist comes out and gives the money to Tamaki who puts the money in the register.
The tattooist turns to me and smiles. 
Oh, are you serious?
“Well, if it isn’t the spitfire from the club?”
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mielplante · 8 months
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a lil highschool au dabihawks comic <3 🧋
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angelltheninth · 3 months
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From those cute flirting prompts can I order a 52 with Hawks?
You can order anything with Hawks honestly. I love the big bird man.
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, reassurance, soothing kisses, flying, ruined date night
Word count: 0.5k
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A/N: I'd be mad too if my date night with Hawks got ruined.
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52. "It's you. It's only ever going to be you."
Dating the number two hero was always gonna come with challenges. But come on, you can't even go on one date without being interrupted at some point. You can deal with even that but the one thing you can't stand is people flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you no less.
Your hands are tight on his suit jacket, you're glaring at the group of his fans that ask questions and throw in the occasional flirting remark his way. And still they don't leave.
"Ah, please everyone, calm down. As much as I love my fans, I'm here on a date." It was like you were invisible until Keigo gestured towards you. Knowing that only caused you to shrink further into his side. "And we happen to be late. So excuse us." Keigo lifted you bridal style and with one flap of his wings you were in the air, away from the still persistent fans. "Much better. Should have gone with this right away rather then walking there."
Keigo smiled down at you but you couldn't return it. It would be fake, he would see right through it. Instead you curled into him as close as you could.
"Shit, are you cold up here? I should've given you my jacket before taking off. And you're wearing that dress too, I'm sorry for not thinking." He was quicker to apologize and kiss your forehead then you were to explain yourself, which did ease some of your worries.
"Some of those women were very pretty." You said as casually as possible.
"Huh? Er, I guess?" Keigo narrowed his eyes at you, noticing you chewing your cheek. "Not prettier then you. Not to me at least."
"Keigo..."
"No, I'm serious." He pulled you closer, his hands warming up the areas where they touched, "Listen, I'm with you aren't I? Everyone says that the Number Two Hero can have anyone right? Well I have you. It's you. It's only ever going to be you. I don't care what kind of words anyone else throws at me or how they look." His voice carried far in the noiseless sky. "I love you. You're the only girl for me."
You were about to reply when he suddenly paused, "Keigo, we're gonna be late." He smirked at you and started floating a bit lower, "Keigo? What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. You were lower now, low enough to be visible to the people walking down on the streets. Keigo took a deep breath, "I love my girlfriend! She's so nice and smart and funny and hot! She makes me really happy!" Your face exploded with heat as you listened to him shout at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention, some people even took out their phones to record.
"Oh my god. Fine, I get it, we can go now!" You buried your face in his shoulder but he lingered there for a few more moments before flying you in the direction of the restaurant. By the time you got there the clip of his confession was already all over the internet. "For the record, I love you too. You goofball."
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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OCTOBER 8TH. HADES
“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”
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♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.
♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.
♱ —length; 5.4K
♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !
♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney's hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪
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pity. 
you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 
you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 
you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.
touya, was there name of the man you missed most about the world up above— his lips often tasted of sour grapes, his skin was rough from scratches and scrapes too but soft whenever you held a his hand. you thought that he adored you— touya would worship you like the gods had put your portrait in the stars up above and you’d do the same…spending your free time counting the flecks in cerulean eyes while soft white hair flows in the warm wind. he was brave, you knew that, a warrior who was strong and had promised you his hand once he returned from the battles his father had called him upon. 
you were promised, you were happy and more in love than you thought possible— until the day touya tells you that he loves you with his dying breath, a sickness sweeping over topaz fem eyes, and you know he’d take your heart to the underworld too.
“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?” 
the warmth of your day dreams slip away as the chill of his voice fills the stone cold lair. you dare to let your fingertips drift through the river of souls below the wall you lean against. “‘m not in the mood, hades.” the god of the underworld, keigo takami is a nuisance if you’d ever known one. a pain in your ass full of feathered flames— bright blue in all of their glory, they’re colder than most would expect, unbecoming of the colour that sprout’s from the king of the undead’s back. 
“hawks. keigo, baby. c’mon little bird…” his voice is tight with humour, surprisingly playful for someone doomed to be surrounded by lifelessness for all of eternity. all of the underworld is dreary and damp, worn arching mountains made of old bones, skulls and teeth— rocks as sharp as swords that end lives with the sickly green stream of whining dead mortals. you can’t breathe down here…there’s no space for you to escape nor breathe around him and you hate it. “oh sugarplum…don’t play sourpuss! we’re all friends here!” the blonde god that burns cold flames picks your dainty fingers from the acidic pool of death. 
he grinds your gears, and you have nowhere else to go. the thought of being stuck with a man who rules over ruined lives— infuriating you to no end. “i am not—“ you seethe, shoulders raised like a hissing cat or something akin to the three headed dog that guards this place. “your friend. far from it, hades.” the look on your face is far from impressed, discourteous with your lips turned into a nasty sneer and a sweltering spark to your usually pretty docile eyes. 
it’s such a shame, how ill behaved you are after everything the man has done for you. “it’s hawks, honey.” the man reminds you, and in a flash he’s on you in all the ways you despise. his slimey grip of death squeezes your cheeks, dragging you up to his mighty height with your face in the palm of his burning hand. hades…hawks, he’s mean when he’s unhappy— the flames that form the wings of a fallen angel flicker a brilliant red and the temperature of them skyrockets. “‘n this is no way to act after all i’ve done for you cupcake.” despite the fury that radiates from the god…he coos gently. 
“if i remember correctly… i’m the one who saved your little prick of a boyfriend… aren’t I?” even through all of the robes keigo wears, you can still feel the molten heat of his skin against yours as he pulls you in close— though you dangle from his hold, you’re practically chest to chest. you scramble to get away, but the god only digs his thumb further into your cheek. “we had a deal. your soul for his life.” with his free hand, he creates an apparition, tufts of smoke dancing to form people…one showing touya who bends at the knee to take the other’s hand— this one being you. 
at first, the two characters seem happy, and an emotion akin to fondness settles in your bones— but not before touya’s little smoke figure trails away from yours to follow another woman “s’not my fault he left you. don’t take it out on me, doll,” hawks drawls, snapping his fingers to make the apparition disappear, your heart rattled in its place after reliving the scene and you force your gaze away with a grunt directed at the god. “now, since you’re being oh so disrespectful, we’ll add…give or take, another five years to your sentence with me instead of taking away seven. how’s that sound?” 
“fuck you, hades.” turning your head, you spit directly between the god’s eyes, fuelled by your own hurtful rage.
your elevated, living pulse does nothing but serve to piss off the king of the underworld more— his blonde set of locks nearly exploding off of the top his head as he combusts into red hot flames once more. “still so bitter over a man who can’t love you like i do, huh?” keigo says your name, low and raspy, and you can’t remember the last time he’d uttered those syllables. it frightens you, after all you are a mortal in the grip of a man who takes lives for a living, but you’d never let him know that. “that’s almost pathetic.”
that hurts to hear, like a knife twisting in your fragile human gut… and so, kicking your feet, still high above the ground and suspended in the large god’s grip— you throw yourself about and claw at his temperate hand cupping your face harshly. “you do not love me, you wouldn’t know what that meant even if it kicked you in the face!” you yell, biting down on keigo’s hands in a futile attempt. “you’re just obsessed with me and would much rather me be a soulless corpse to keep you better company!” 
“you better watch your tone with me, little bird—“
“you’re vile. you’re disgusting— a fool if you think i could ever see the bright side of being stuck here with you,” you ramble in response, and foolishly so. “i hate you hades, i hate you. did you know that? i want to repeat it for you. i hate yo—“ 
your words are never finished, for a resounding strike echoes throughout the cave like atmosphere on the underworld and you already feel the invisible bruising form under your skin, falling to the floor to cup your wound.
no matter how many times you had tested the god of death, he had never hit you like this before.
and you’ve never looked into his golden irises , never seen them so clearly or seen his pupils like black slits— leaving the amber colour to take over, reminding you of the surface sun. hawks looks almost predatory, hungry red flames for wings willing to swallow and burn everything in their path, including you. 
“repeat yourself. what did you say?” keigo commands easily.
you gulp. “t-that i…”
“that you, what?” your name again, and you tremble. 
“that i hate you,” you breathe. “i hate you.” 
he seems to snap at this. 
hawks smiles, teeth as sharp as razors set on display. “another five years into your sentence, pretty.” with a snap of his talon clawed fingers, the god has fragments of grey smog binding your wrist together, slipping over your nose and mouth to shut you the hell up. “‘m disappointed, yanno. i do care so much for you, i’m so attentive… but this has happened far too long to go unnoticed, little bird.” 
the world around you rushes with air as you’re hauls into the god’s thick arms, you kick and scream muffled through the smoke in your mouth— watching as keigo conjures up a throne made of thorns, pain and bones, taking a comfortable seat into it despite the lost loved ones it might be made up of. “here we go again, darling.” the blonde sighs, not caring if you batter his back on the way down to taking his seat— dragging you into position to sit over the swell of his right thigh. “s’always the same old shit with you. so naughty.” keigo peers up at you through eyes like a bird of prey…watching, knowing the exact effect he has on you. 
hyper aware of how much control he has over you, right down to your soul. 
you squirm away and keigo let’s go of the smoke, letting you tilt your head back but still rooted in the god’s lap. “i hate you.” breathing deep, you try to ignore your body flushing with heat and the urge to buck down against keigo’s surprisingly muscular thigh. 
“behave yourself. sit still,” hades coos, his touch cascades up your body, slipping under your bodice and sending warmth down each of the neurons like a flickering flame until he reaches the swell of your breasts— thumbing over your pebbled nipples in an attempt to pull a whine from between your resistant lips. it’s so cute to watch you try and fail, pretend like your hips aren’t aching to slide back and forth, drag your clit back and forth…back and forth over the man like a desperate bitch in heat, like you don’t want to put your hands in the brightness of his fire and watch yourself burn with lust. you’re no good at acting, pretending you wouldn’t slut yourself out for him, the one who owns you for all of eternity. 
with a click of his fingers, all the power in the world between them pulls up the skirts of your robes, like wisps of a web until the fabric sits at your hips. “h-hate you… s’much,” you repeat though the venom to your voice is lost, shaky and falling into a pathetic moan instead as the god traces the fat at your hips, searing fingers sliding down to your fleshy ass before peeling you away from his thigh— amused at the stickiness that ties you to him. “f-fuck.” 
“yeah sweetheart? you hate me this much?” the amusement is evident in his voice too, a slender digit sliding out from the curve of your ass to touch at your oozing wetness. “oh…i don’t know, doesn’t seem like you don’t like me. you can’t spend forever hatin’ me either; not when i get you like this.” the finger spreads apart your swelling folds, and hawks shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit. “lover boy ever make ya this wet?” you despise the way the god talks down on you, as if you’re just a slave to his cock and thighs and whatever he can give you…dopamine and lust hormones flooding your cute little mortal brain and making you pliant for him. 
the beginnings of your arousal seeps warmly through the robes laying wrinkled against the fiery blonde’s thigh, sweet folds leaving a stain that betrays you in every way possible. touya could never… not like this, you’re soaked and you’ve barely been touched. only just, by feather light grazes against the supple fat at your waist. it’s the taunting pillowy cushion to hawks’ words too, they’re what’s gotten you so worked up— not too mean or too harsh, just enough to make you feel like you’re beneath him. 
with your nails digging to hades’ arm, you cry out his name at a volume barely above a whisper— bottom lip wobbling and face crumbling just like your resolve because it hurts so good not to use him to get off, the shame only adding fuel to the fire in your lower belly. “s-shut up,” you struggle to get out, to mean what you say as your needy hole clenches against the blistering skin of a god. “you don’t make me feel shit…y-you could never be h-him—oh,” keigo flexes his thigh beneath your unloyal pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips in hunger as your words taper off into a sinful little sigh at your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. “oh…oh fuck you.” 
“watch your mouth.” hades all but snarls, a cruel smirk beginning its horizon on his slightly chapped lips now that you’re finally playing his game, your hips falling into their own rhythm over his thigh—speeding up in their straddled dance over him. again, his hands explore all what your body has to offer and this time you let him, throwing your head back when hawks rips the fabric of your skirt to get a better view of your naked rosy cunt and how beads of glistening arousal pearl between perfect pussy lips. “don’t need to be your shitty little human to make you feel good, sweetheart. i know i’m better than him,” he makes a sick point of reminding you so, leaning back into his throne with a hazy look settling into the embers of his golden eyes, those of which are trained on the way your folds encapsulate his thigh as you get yourself off on him. “i’m your god, you’ll only ever feel the pinnacle of pleasure with me.”
you loath that this much is true, of all the times hawks has punished you for resenting him— talking back and being ungrateful, you’ve never cum as hard with anyone else as much as you have with him. when his flaming hands swallow your thighs, burn their hand prints into them until you can smell the scent of singeing flesh tangled with death, decay and your saccharine pussy you feel like you’re dying. you must be, with the waves of euphoria you’re drowning in, your lungs ache from the near screams of delight that rattle around in your throat with every grind against hawks— especially when he begins to bounce his thighs against your cunt that blossoms for him like a flower from the lands up above.
“you’re awful…” you say, teary eyed despite humping at keigo’s twitching thigh faster and faster with ragged breaths— giving him a front row seat to you losing your mind, to your slit drooling so delicately against him despite how roughly your body moves. his clawed hand reaches the back of your bodice, tearing it into two as if it were nothing and letting the fabric fall away from your bouncing chest.
his mouth is on your breasts within an instant, the heated pink tongue of the god rolling over your darkened areolas and rock hard nipples, standing on end from the cool death chilled air, before the sharpened edge of his teeth sink into your soft mounds. “only just now realising that, honey? when i’m literally the king of death?” hawks let’s go of you with a slick pop, his cheeks flushed red and lips in a state to match— cock and thigh twitching at the little simper you let out from the painful sting of his teeth biting at your skin. your state is no better than his, brows creased adorably in the centre of your forehead, mouth open in a raw ‘o’ shape and your eyes screwed shut while your skin shines with perspiration. a diamond in the rough. 
“fuck, you look so fucking good,” the god of the underworld curses, glowing yellow eyes torn between watching your face contort in lechery and your mound, gliding smoothly over his paled yet golden skin— leaving a trail of slick in her wake. “oh fucking hell,” he beefs, from deep within his chest licentiously, the words caught in his throat when you start to bounce up and down in the god’s lap by your own accord. “that’s right, ride it. ride my thigh like you fucking hate me.” he leers, goading you into lifting your hips and slamming your clit back down on his shaky thigh, eyes a dark and molten gold rolling back at the sight. 
you don’t have the energy to curse him out again, whimpering and mewling like a fallen angel as you reach out to grab keigo’s shoulder in order to steady yourself. your body is wracked with the shakes and trembles even as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, one hand on his hip, using him as leverage to ride him, throwing yourself down on him as the lewd pap of your sticky pussy fills the sex and death tainted air. hawks’ mouth is back on you, biting and marking your neck, licking a nasty trail from your collarbones and back to the swell of your breasts to suckle on them— only serving to make your cunt fish every time it’s lifted from his thigh, ruining his dark robes with slick and making his wings burn brighter like the ball of lust growing between you.
hawks plants his feet firmly on the floor, his hands smoothing over your ass so he can roughly pull your cheeks apart, slamming you back down on his quivering leg every time it juts up to meet your pretty, syrupy cunt. you squeak, the hood of your clit pulled back, blood rushing right too it carrying sex crazed hormones that make your whole body tingle. “oh, just look at your fucking pussy. so, wet. so nasty.” he laughs like the sight of you staining his leg, humping it like a bitch is ludicrous. “you sure you hate me?” you do, gods you fucking do but you can barely talk with the delight pain that sparks at your ass cheeks as keigo marks them with burns again. branding you with the hades name— making you property of the underworld. 
“how can you hate me when you belong to me?” he bleats sweet and soft despite how rough hades is with you, scattering your pretty body with scalding burn marks. “when i make you feel so good that you can’t even remember your own pathetic little mortal name?” he says it then, when he’s growling and smacking a blazing hand down against your bruising ass, making you cry out and howl and drag your nails down his skin. keigo did you a favour, saving your weak and loving soul above all else after your lover had cast you aside— he protected you, nurtured you and all you could do was look at him like he ruined the world for you. so in turn, every time you would act up like this, keigo would fuck you until you were literally an inch from losing your life, reminding you that you bound to him for all of eternity, no matter what you did. 
“you’re mine. remember?” he coos to you when your head starts to loll and you’re hiccuping so hard you can’t even think to breathe right. “my little queen of the underworld.” 
slumping forward, you don’t slow the roll of your hips, the gentle glide of your slippery cunt along hades’ blazing thigh and instead you shake your head, weakly, miserably to the point where he just finds your denial cute. “‘m not…i-i,” you gargle, words incoherent against the molten core of keigo’s chest. “i fucking hate you—uhuh, yeah…i do.” you moan.
like most humans, you’re fucking pitiful but your voice adorned with lust is enticing to a god who hears nothing but deathly wails all day. “keep tellin’ yourself that; baby but look at how you fall apart on my lap. uhuh…yeah?” keigo flashes you his pearly whites through his condescending smirk and tone, using you so bristfully that every time he pushes you back and forth over his thigh you go as far back as to grind your puffy clit against his knee. “that felt good, huh? yeah i know…you’re all mine.” 
you fucking hate him, and that voice of his and how he plays you for a fucking fool. 
you hate how his possession over you makes you needy, makes you melt and how you eagerly nod your head, sore and bruised by flames all over as you push it into keigo’s neck— the knot in your tummy nice and tight, so good that it hurts. “‘m close… don’t stop. please, o-oh fuck!” you cry, coated in your own essence as it splatters every time you slam your pretty pussy down on hawks, clenching around nothing, your sweet words soothing the ache in his rigid dick. “j-just like that. f-fuck! keigo!” 
the way you drawl out the syllables of his name makes a primal urge stir in the god— he circles your hips on him, let’s his calloused finger tips burn their mark against your hips and your thighs and your ass, knowing that the torment gets you off, makes your creamy cunt wetter. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess in my lap? paint your god with your pretty juices?” he teases, short for breath leaning up with a fond smile until your lips are just barely apart. he wonders how you’ll look when you cum this time; if your sweaty swollen lips with hungrily accept his, if you’ll cry with your eyes closed or look him in his own— your sparkling bambi eyes swirling with hatred and dread like they always do. “c’mon…come on. give it to me, sweetheart, lemme feel you come undone.” 
hot fingers, the ones that branded you push into your clit— pinching it as hades writes his signature against your throbbing pussy, moaning with you when you jolt. “yeah, you like that?” he growls, voice hoarse and your body betrays you once more, head nodding into his neck. “mhm, you’re gonna cum like this for me aren’t you? you’re gonna fucking cum for the god you hate. that’s it…oh gods, that’s fuckin’ it, doll.” 
“i-i’m! oh gods, keigo—!” you squeal as the knot of lust within you unravels all at once, your core gushing with release as hades makes you dive head first into a blinding orgasm. you violently shake and your thighs lock around his hand that works you through your high and releases the pressure in your pussy, sweet streams of clear arousal soaking his lap and dripping down your thighs. hawks can’t bring himself to stop, doesn’t know where to look as he draws tighter circles on your little nub, drawing out your orgasm for his own amusement, addicted to how your skin shines with your release. “s-stop! please… s’too much!” you squeak.
the world spins harder on its axis and you barely have time to register hawks flipping your positions, folding you with your back to the throne and legs thrown over the bend of his burly arms. he can’t wait any fucking longer, feeling as if his cock might explode without being inside of you, watching you cum like that having sent him into a throbbing frenzy. you haven’t even calmed down yet, still limp from your orgasm when keigo pushes his length through your seeping, glistening folds, red cockhead catching on the hood of your clit in desperation, poking at your fluttering hole, ready to fuck into you while he lets his dick slap along the length of you. 
“j-just because you’ve made me cum…doesn’t mean i like you, nor trust you.” you pant in denial, trying and failing to open your pretty eyes to the underworld. “it doesn’t mean anything.” 
but keigo, he’s too far gone to care at this point. he could care less if you hate him, if you adore him, worship him or fear him. the only thing on his mind right now is sinking his yearning, pulsating shaft into your slick, slit while you’re still coming down from heaven and back to him in the world below. “don’t give a fuck,” he says, a hankering feeling to fuck you now clouding his mind. “i don’t need your trust little bird, i already know your body fucking loves me.” 
he won’t last long and neither will you, you’re already only just hanging on by a thread. “i-i don’t,” you slur, spit on the pad of tongue feeling heavy, you still haven’t recovered from your orgasm, squeezing down on every inch that keigo pushes into you— even though you’re wet beyond belief, your pink little hole can’t help but resist him, as if your body is finally denying him after everything he put you through on his thigh. “n-no…no no!” you cry out, a mess of dry lips and crystal tears, lifting your ass from the seat of the throne to try and coax hawks back into you. “please…need it, y-your cock…p-please!”
“see look, you’re being so nice now… is that all it takes? play with your precious pussy a little bit and you stop pretending to hate me?” keigo laughs huskily, dragging a thumb over his seedy tip as his fat length sits on your tummy— before shoving the soiled digit against your clit, pressing it into your pleasure nub so loosen you up a bit to take him. “this pussy doesn’t hate me, does she? oh no…she belongs to me.” 
you shudder at his words despite the heat of his flames, and you’re not even given a second to respond or prepare before his ribbed and red hot cock is shoved into your unused hole, his practised hands lifting you higher from the throne to accommodate for all of his size. “oh…oh god, k-keigo,” you coo like a little angel, your gaze losing its focus while the king of death folds you in half against his royal seat, the forked and purpling veins decorating his shaft pressing up against new pulse points, pinging them with ecstasy the further he presses into you. 
hawks bends over your shaky frame, golden and carved abs pressed against the backs of your thighs, the god smothering you with his body once he reaches the hilt, your knees digging blissfully into your shoulders, his cock already nestled against your g-spot from the pure size of him and you feel so full, like keigo is everywhere around you, a pleasant pain thrumming as your squishy insides stretch over his cold. he’s in your guts, your senses, your heart though it’s blackened with hatred for him. 
you’re dizzy and your eyes droop, mind void of thought and you don’t have the effort to hate him anymore— not when he makes you feel like this. “nuh-uh, wake up sweetheart, want you to look at me as i fuck ya, kay?” keigo whispers to you sweetly, his blazen hand smacking down on your face, pulling the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard from between your lips. “that’s it, wake up f’me. listen to this cunt call my name,” he laments tapping your cheek once more and grins at the branded hand print before golden eyes lock themselves  away— taking away your sunshine from up above. you listen intently, the lewd squelch of your insides bouncing of stacks of bones and towers of skeletons, at a volume much higher than the cries of the undead. “my messy messy girl, so messy you might as well admit that you’re in love with me.” 
while that couldn’t have been further from the truth, you submit to the god who makes you a slave to his cock— slowly withdrawing from your snug walls, pulling out of your sticky selfish cunt. “ain’t it damned shame that lover boy took you for granted?” he growls with a voice tinged with possession. “such a shame that you’re sentenced to slutting yourself out on this cock for the rest of your days…oh fuck, you’re tight.” hips surging forwards, hawks sets a steady pace to rocking his dick into you, blunt cockhead pushing and pulling against sensitive spots that makes you see the stars in the night sky again. and maybe you do consider yourself lucky, without touya fucking you over, you wouldn’t be prisoner to the best dick you’ve ever had. 
you hate him, but hades is so, so good—teeth and tongue latching back onto your bouncing breasts as the heat from his flames spreads through you like a wildfire in a forest and the only thing capable putting it out is his precum sloshing in creamy, loose white against your gummy, syrupy walls. “m-my fucking god!” you manage through stuttered breathes, keening into the swipes of keigo’s tongue across your breasts that he’s burned, as if his saliva will soothe you. he ploughs into you at a god speed pace, skin slapping on skin as his balls slam into the curve of your ass and harmonise with your high pitched wails. 
“that’s right, baby.” he sounds so elated, moaning happily around your swollen nipples, moving to pant happily into your ear, pressing further and further into you until keigo is hardly pulling away from bullying your g-spot, your juices splashing about the places, running down the length of your slit and your ass to pool underneath you on the marble throne. “i’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine, for the rest of forever…don’t, ah shit, care what you say. hate me all y’fuckin’ want.” 
hawks fucks you like he hates your guts, looking over you, throwing your legs over his shoulder and using his weight to canter into your abused cunt, rocking his throne with a dull thump to each of thrusts. he frees you from the grip that leaves burn marks across your body, to briefly run his hand through sweaty blonde locks, both of you are slick with perspiration, breathing ragged and you’re definitely too fucked out to even see at this point. the sun is keigo; despite the dreary underworld you live in, and the tears blur your vision too much for you to tell this isn’t the land of the living. 
“‘m g’na cum,” you tell hades eagerly, feeling like you’re alive the more he fills you up— sexes slotted together like a match made in heaven when you really feel like he’s your own personal hell. “gonna cum so fucking hard.” the pleasure is suffocating, deathly, but you don’t care, crying from every hole possible, locking down on keigo’s ravaging dick when he slaps your entrance to keep you awake— you jolt, sore from every joint and whine out pathetically. 
“can feel you cummin’ on me again, better give it all t’me little bird— want your fuckin’ mind, your body, your soul.” he sinks his teeth into the junction at your neck one last time, adding another delightfully painful mark to the rest that litter your body. he does it all to numb your pain of touya leaving you, fills you up with love which you mistake for hate because how can a merciless god who takes lives for fun be capable of loving you. it’s not long before your body does as he says, following keigo’s lead, tumbling down the highway to hell as the bright light of his flames flashes before your very eyes, your release staining his abdomen where it’s smooshed up against your clit.
“oh shit, fuck that’s it,” he’s right behind you too, abs rippling while the mighty god of death trembles above you and pours thick white from his angry red tip straight into your bruised womb, lewd clapping noises filling the air as he rocks into you through the last of your highs. keigo makes a pretty mess of you; creaming your insides as his last mark of possession over you. “my pretty little bird, mine eternally.” 
he hopes you’ll forget touya, that you’ll forgive him just this once— stop hating him for once. 
but with your foreheads pressed together, bodies limp and uncomfortable against the throne hawks— hades, has conjured up you quickly come to your senses with closed eyes and lost breath. 
“i hate you, hades.” you grunt, shame burning at you now instead of him, instead of lust. “get off me.” 
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I'm presenting this to myself as a birthday gift 😌
Broken angel
Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader
Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Angst/ Sexual Intercourse/ Creampie/ One Shot
Summary : The heroes might have won the final war, but its scars are a whole other story, so what happens when Hawks finally breaks down in your presence?
Please do not read if you're a minor
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
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You kiss his scar once, twice, thrice, and a couple more times until he starts chuckling tiredly, "okay okay I get it, you can stop now!" and he's playfully pushing you off of him but you refuse to budge.
_ "No not yet!" and you kiss the scar reaching the side of his face yet again.
He's been gloomy lately, quiet and distant.. understandable right? the war has left its trace on him as well as it did everyone else, and your once cheerful and lively boyfriend is now but a shell of what he used to be.
You refuse badgering him into reliving those painful memories, although you wish he would open up to you— even a little. If only he would do that..
_ "Alright, get off me sweetheart, seriously." he squeezes your ass cheeks teasingly before giving you a playful smak.
_ "I love you Keigo, you know that right?" if you're unable to get through to him, then maybe you can remind him that he's never going to be alone.
_ "I know that, and I love you too." his fingers trace your thighs lazily, almost absentmindedly as he turns his head to the side.
That's how it's been lately, almost every exchange between you two ends in him slipping away further from you, one way or another.
It hurts, of course it does, watching the one you love the most stubbornly fighting his lurking demons all by himself, makes you feel powerless.
_ "Keigo, please look at me." you push a bit more, cautiously so, tightening your thighs on each side of his slim waist, and placing your palms flat against his chest.
He's looking away still, and the lump in your throat only grows with each second that passes, "Keigo.." you call out again, and yet.. nothing.
You lean in once more, pressing your forehead to his cheek and sighing heavily, "I just want you to know that I'm right here, for as long as you'll have me, I can only imagine what's going on in your mind and I know it's a struggle, so please allow me to share your burden."
Your lips trail soft kisses along his scarred skin, from the side of his face and down to his neck where you linger, bracing yourself for yet another dismissive response.
_ "I want you right now." his words are dark, almost desperate as he growls his demand and cradles your butt cheeks, pressing you down on him and grinding up against your clothed pussy.
Your body stiffens but only for a moment, as you did not foresee this turn of events. If anything, you anticipated that little fake laugh which has never fooled you, as well as the good old "I swear I'm fine love."
But something is different tonight, he's finally holding on to you after weeks of running away, he's finally expressing his desire clearly after silently suffering for long, and you find yourself biting those burning tears back as you are suddenly reminded of that night -some years ago- when he broke down and bared his soul to you, keeping nothing in as he weeped and screamed and held you throughout the night, it was him Keigo Takami, not the nation's beloved Hawks.
That night -some years ago- the facade he kept up for most of his life had finally come down in front of you, but these past few weeks wrecked it all and reminded you of the way things were when you only knew him as Hawks.
_ "I'm all yours Keigo," you whisper back and press your lips against his parted ones in a heated liplock, it's warm and urgent, same as the hands hiking your shirt up and sneaking past the silky trim of your panties.
You raise your hips quickly, wordlessly begging him to rid you of the soft garment and ravish you at once. You miss this, you miss him.
He groans into the kiss, pushing the delicate fabric down, and you clumsily work it out of your legs without breaking apart of your boyfriend's lips.
You cradle his cheeks, as a strangled whine leaves your throat when he licks his way into your mouth. His tongue is burning hot and his hands are relentlessly exploring every inch of you he can reach from his position.
His slender fingers squeeze your buttocks firmly, pinning you down on his throbbing bulge and you both moan at the tempting friction created between you.
And with a sudden gasp, you find yourself on your back, sinking into the fluffy bedsheets, as he flips your positions and settles between your legs.
_ "Stay still." the darkness in his voice only deepens as he hastily peels off his shirt and lowers his sweatpants.
You swallow thickly watching his cock spring back against his abdomen, hard and raging, as if reflecting your boyfriend's impatience to be sheathed deep into your core.
You're a bit intimidated by his overwhelming aura as your eyes travel up to study his face, his gold brown irises gleam with intense longing, his strong jaw clenched and his lips sealed in a firm line.
He grasps his raging shaft and pumps it lazily, hissing while his knees nudge your legs further apart. His thick brows are knitted and his breathing is labored as he huskily demands you remove your shirt.
It should be frightening right? He has never been so forceful before, never so unhinged, but something about this unusual side of him is intriguing.
You follow the order and struggle to take off your remaining garment as gracefully as you possibly can from where you're laying under his watchful eyes, whimpering unintelligibly and biting down on your lip when he swiftly grabs onto your thighs and pulls you closer.
He's not speaking, not smiling, nor is he touching you gently or kissing you softly like he always does right before easing himself into your heat. No he's not.. not tonight.. tonight is all about a primal desire that's been fueled with weeks of stifled emotions.
_ "Don't hold back, Keigo.." you beg breathily, too afraid of losing him again, and it was the sign he's been waiting for, to snap his hips and sink deep into your core with one hard thrust.
Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, but nothing comes past it except for a strangled mewl as you dig your nails into his arms while feeling the delicious sting of the first intrusion.
His eyes are trained on your flushed skin and heaving chest as he pulls back to the tip and slams his way into you once more.
The remnants of his beautiful crimson feathers flutter restlessly around him, old scars mixed with recent ones are scattered across his otherwise fair skin, and an alluring expression is adorning his features as he pounds you into oblivion..
At this moment, and through your hazy eyes, he looks like an angel.. a broken angel.
_ "Keigo, Keigo, kiss me, please.." tears form in your eyes as you reach out a shaky hand, clumsily smoothing out his scowl and bringing his face closer.
His lips crash against yours painfully, sloppily, as he bites onto your bottom one and swallows your desirous whimpers.
His hands travel up to clutch onto your bouncy breasts, groping and kneading the soft flesh as his thrusts turn even harder and faster.
Your fingers caress his arms and shakily move around his neck and back to trace every fading scar on his sweat glistening skin.
_ "Talk to me, Keigo, please tell me what you're thinking." you whimper between sloppy kisses only to receive another hard plunge as a response.
He's not ready to talk yet, and you get it.
His lips leave yours and travel along your jaw, trailing wet kisses in their wake and move further down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.
You cry out his name over and over again, pulling on his hair weakly as that familiar warmth is strating to pool within you.
You will not be able to last much longer, and neither will he.
His twitching shaft and erratic hips are slamming mercilessly against your own, again and again, and then you hear it..
The sound of your name flowing out of his mouth, gruff and desperate as he fucks you even harder.
The bruising clutch on your sides trembles, and the lustful growls of your name don't seem to subside.
Your fingers leave his ash blonde hair to dig into the flexing muscles of his shoulders, and you squeeze your legs around his stuttering waist while shockwaves of pleasure wash over you as your lover's voice fills your senses.
You shudder violently with every deep thrust he delivers, and your vision blurs as he pushes one more time into your heat before releasing his pearly seeds and coating your clenching walls without a warning.
He has never done it before, not without asking for your permission beforehand. But even so, you're not mad, you're not pushing him away or asking him to stop and pull out.
In fact, you're squeezing him in your arms, tears are falling down your face as you beg him to keep going, "please, don't pull out, Keigo please!"
And he does as instructed, fulfilling your wish and emptying his thick load in your welcoming cunt before collapsing on top of you, with his softening cock still sheathed within.
Labored breathing, desperate gasps and sweaty bodies are entangled in the warmth of your messy bed. And for a moment, no words were exchanged between you.
But suddenly..
_ "I can't get it out of my head," he's talking, "I can't stop picturing the blood and the terror," he's talking, "even when I close my eyes, I can still see it all," just like that night -some years ago- he's burying his face in the warmth of your neck and finally speaking, "the destruction, the victims and their screams," he's finally talking after weeks of shutting down, but his words are stabbing at your heart.
You get it though, you always have. Many have fallen during the war, and just as many were left with permanent scars on their souls, and Keigo is but one example.
You run your fingers through his disheveled hair, placing the softest kisses on his shoulder and tracing the expanse of his scarred back where you linger a bit, to caress his feathers, "I know Keigo, I understand how you're feeling, it's hard and it's suffocating but trust me, it will get better eventually," you bite back a sob and take a deep breath before carrying on, "you will never be alone, I'm right here and will always be," you squeeze him tighter as warm tears start to fall down your face once more.
You hate how weak you're being, you feel so powerless when the person you love the most needs you, "I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better, but I promise that we will figure it out together."
He's not talking anymore, but.. something warm and wet is trickling down your neck, soft sobs are escaping his throat as he breaks down in your arms.
It kills you, crushes your heart and devastates you, but maybe this is what he needs, maybe he should feel the pain instead of escaping it, maybe he has to face his demons and fight, maybe then he will have his closure.
You listen to his whimpers and cry with him, as his arms crush you between them. It will be a long way, but you'll walk it alongside him.
_ "I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry for taking my frustration out on you, please forgive me." he sounds weak and broken, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, but you refuse to lose him again.
You cradle his tear stained cheeks and force him to face you. His eyes are red and puffy, a soft loving gaze is emanating from them— unlike the one from earlier, and the sight of it brings a little smile to your face, "there is nothing to forgive Keigo, you can do whatever you want with me, you can even scream and cry or punch a wall if you wish, and I'll do it with you, just don't run away from me again, please."
He hums softly and pecks you once, pulling away but only for a moment to word his response "you have my word," before pressing his lips with yours yet again.
He's been alone most of his life, fending for himself against the world, but not anymore, because now he has you.
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🦅❤️Boyfriend!Hawks❤️🦅
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🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who met you at a Pro Hero gala last spring. He saw you from across the room and felt drawn to you like a moth to flame. He practically begged his agency team to introduce the two of you.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who accidentally spilled his drink on you, yet still managed to capture your attention for the rest of the evening. He offered to pay for your gown to be dry cleaned, as long as you gave him your number in exchange.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who texts you the morning after the gala to plan your first date together. He's dying to try a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop in your neighborhood. Maybe the two of you could grab a bite and then you can show him your favorite dessert spot?
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a not-so-secret foodie. Who loves to talk through taste and ingredients and mouthfeel and who absolutely lives for anything chocolate.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who walks you home with a light hand on your lower back. Who kisses you softly on the cheek before he takes off into the night, his fierce wings glinting in the bright moonlight. Your face burns where his lips brushed your skin.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who prefers when you take initiative in planning dates. He loves when you surprise him with an activity he's never done before - a pottery class downtown, a new nightclub after work, a dessert themed escape room. He loves to get to know you in all sorts of new venues and situations.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who asks you to be exclusive after two months of dates and dinners and quick cheek kisses. He gifts you a bar of his favorite chocolate and asks cheekily if he can finally call himself your boyfriend (everyone at his agency has been referring to you as his girlfriend since the night you met). When you say yes, he finally kisses you satisfyingly slow and deep, his hands cradling your face.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who you quickly learn grew up touch-starved. He didn't grow up with physical affection or hugging, so he's addicted to any small gesture of physical intimacy you give. You find the physical side of your relationship needs to develop very slowly and cautiously - Keigo can easily become overwhelmed and overstimulated since he's not used to being touched by other people. You don't mind one bit - he's worth the wait. He learns how to set boundaries and slowly opens up about his difficult childhood and training.
He loves when you:
Walk by him at an event and possessively rest a hand on his shoulder.
Rest a hand on his muscular chest when taking press photos or selfies.
Card your fingers through his thick hair. (This makes him absolutely melt into your touch!)
Press a quick kiss to his cheek or to the corner of his mouth
Slowly wrap him up in an embrace after a long day of patrols, meetings and press events.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a a constant flirt. He has so much rizz in public, but in private he's all mush and emotional intimacy.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who loves bragging about you at work. Who babbles about your hobbies and your cute outfits and your favorite movies to the likes of Endeavor, Best Jeanist and Mirko. They're all thrilled for him, but they find his bragging annoying as all hell.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who revels in seeing you wear his clothes. He loves seeing how small you look in his oversized hoodies. You once put on his hero costume as a joke and he nearly passed out as his heart welled up with affection for you. You look so adorable in his flight suit and visor - he just can't stand it.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who enjoys developing your physical relationship and relishes in every new thing he learns about your body and what makes you feel good. Luckily for you - he's a great student and a quick learner.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who struggles to become good at kissing. The prolonged physical contact makes him uncomfortable at first, but he's determined to figure out the ways you like to be kissed. And you're more than happy to help him learn.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who is a little possessive and likes to give you hickies to remind you that you're his. As he becomes more comfortable with you physically, he longs to make you his in any way he can. He loves to leave tiny love bites along your shoulder - reveling in the way he can make you shudder when he sinks sparkling teeth softly into delicate skin.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who plans a scavenger hunt for your 1 year anniversary. Don't worry - there is a flight component that requires him to wrap his arms around you and to use Fierce Wings to give you both a birds-eye view of the city.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who has an infectious, flirtatious grin. You can't help but laugh when you see that cheshire cat smile spread across his face over dinner or out and about with friends or on a long walk through the park.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who feels that he is perfectly suited for the role of boyfriend, since taking care of others is one of his favorite things.
🔴Boyfriend!Hawks who loves you as you are, and who can't wait to build a life and to grow with you.
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Hello! I just discovered your page and I love your writing style.
I had this idea in my head for while now.
You know how Dabi went and visit Hawks’ mom for information about him? Well, what if he had a lovable little sister who was clueless about who Dabi is. She thought “oh, he is friends with my big brother there is no harm talking with him.”
Dabi flirts with her a good bit and Hawks comes home like “get away from my cute little sister!” But he does it around about way.
tainted angel 🪽 (pt.1)
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PART 2 // PART 3// THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST divider by @cafekitsune
ෆ Pairing: DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER
ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon in the next chapters so this one is mostly safe.
ෆ Before you read further: this is written entirely on Dabi’s POV. There are specific descriptions for Hawks’ sister such as hair color, eye color, skin, wings etc. and she is a female, age 20-21.
ෆ A/N: I love this request so much, it had my writing flowing so naturally and my motivation reached the sky. I hope you like this!
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Another boring day of relentlessly hunting down for information. Walking in the empty alleyway, the weather’s getting bitter, clouds darkening the sky as rain is starting to fall, plinking against my black leather jacket. Man, I fucking hate rain. Feels uncomfortable on my skin, not to mention it weakens my quirk. But I have to finish this job. Once I start something today, I never leave it for tomorrow, cause we never know what tomorrow could bring. Unexpected things are not my forte, I prefer to plan my steps way ahead, I look closely at every clue and untangle any information that I see beneficial. Always one step ahead of my enemies, nothing goes away without catching my eye. No matter how small it is.
No matter how fast it is.
Yes, Hawks, the fastest hero out there, too fast for his own good. I chuckle under my breath, rolling my eyes at the thought of the traitorous pro hero. He’s been pretty useful so far, proven himself loyal to the cause. But something doesn’t sit right with me, hence the reason why I’m out there searchin’ for more information. Maybe it’s his sickening hero charm, makes me wanna vomit. Maybe it’s the fake smile he puts on that stupid face, who knows.. a traitor will always be a traitor. If he went as far as to betray the heroes, I won’t be surprised if he turns his back on us villains again.
Though if that happens, he will be incinerated before he even knows it. Burnt to ashes, those red feathers set ablaze by my own scorching flames. My hand itches at the thought of showing him his place, though I gotta stick with the plan and use him for all his worth.
Bzzz.
The sound of my burner phone grabs my attention. Probably one of my men who I’ve sent to stalk and watch over Hawks. Or maybe Twice, wanting to fuck around because he is lonely. Tch, I’m not in the mood either way.
“This better be important..” I rasp under my breath. Lately my patience’s been thin. Don’t know why.
“Sir, we have found something”
It was indeed one of the men I hired. Yeah, about time they finally made themselves useful. I hum in response, letting the man continue.
“The woman we found, she might be related to Hawks. According to the clues we’ve been gathering, it’s highly possible she could be his mother. If not his mother, then for sure someone from his family. We have found her address, all we need is your order so we can break in and get her for you, sir” the man explained.
“Mm there’s no need. I’ll pay the lady a visit myself” I smirk, knowing that she will be more intimidated by my grotesque sight only and start spilling everything. After the men give me her address, I waste no time to go there. Fortunately not too far from where I am right now.
Something weird forms in my chest. Not sure why, but I feel like I’m gonna have fun~
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The picture I got sent was of a woman who seemed to be in her 40s, pale skin and exhausted eyes, big fluffy light brown hair, almost drained out of life. This is beyond weird, the mother of a pro hero who looked like she had lost her will to live? Ain’t no way. Supposedly the families of pro heroes usually live their best life.
A thought runs through my head and I chuckle. Damn, I should know by now, the families of pro heroes are those who in fact suffer the most.
Memorising the woman’s face and the address, I am now right in front of her house. It’s a small normal house, nothing fancy or special about it whatsoever. The rain has long stopped. I stop in front of her door, before giving it a few slow knocks. Nobody opens the door. I knock once again, if this door isn’t opened soon I’m gonna have to-
“Coming!! Just a second!!” A chirpy voice was heard, footsteps getting faster towards the door. This voice sounded lively, not the voice I could’ve imagined for the woman I’m looking for.
As the door opened, the sight in front of me leaves me speechless. My eyes widen a bit, taking in at person in front of me.
It’s a girl. Not the old woman in picture, this is a young pretty thing. Could be at her twenties, not sure. As she opens the door wider, she fixes her disheveled hair, removing those golden locks off her face while her caramel eyes fixed on mine, blinking in confusion with those pretty lashes. And her pjs, almost too revealing. Freckles cover her cheeks, her skin looks soft. It doesn’t take long for me to notice a pair of angelic white wings behind her.
“Umm hello, how can I help you with?” she asks, her voice meek and shy as she looks up at me under her lashes.
Fuck, it’s like the whole world stopped the moment I laid eyes her pretty face. I need to focus.
“Sorry for the bother, dollface” I manage to bring a friendly smile on my face but my raspy voice always betrays me. “I am looking for Hawks. I’m a friend of his..”
“Oh, Hawks? I’m sorry but my brother is not here at the moment. Maybe he is at his agency, did you check there?” she smiles back.
Before I find myself wondering why she is not scared by my appearance, my mind focuses on that one simple word: brother. She called Hawks her brother, so that means..
“Wait, don’t tell me that guy kept such a pretty thing like you hidden from me? You’re his sister?” I smirk, leaning on the doorstep, still stunned by the fact that the pro hero had a little sister.
“O-Oh yeah, I’m Takami Y/N!” she blushes, and my smirk grows wider knowing that such simple interaction already got me half of the information. That Hawks has a sister, and his last name is Takami.
“He doesn’t prefer to talk much about us in public” she continues. “It’s best for our safety”
Poor naive little thing. Got no clue in the world who I am, thinking I’m a friend. Is this how the hero looks over his family?
“Well well, that guy is full of surprises. You look a lot like him to be honest, that pretty hair of yours and those wings. A real angel aren’t cha?”
Her face is a blushing mess, all she can do is squirm in front of me and smile awkwardly. I came here for other purposes but damn it.. this pretty angel got me fucking hooked already. So petite, so innocent, a ray of sunshine, if I touch her with my destructive bloody hands I could probably defile her.
This thought gives me a sick twisted feeling in my chest, my eyes flaring in excitement.
“I-If you’d like I can invite you over for some tea? I can call my brother to come in the meantime. It’s only me and my mom here” she shyly says, breaking eye contact. I may be delusional, I am not the most handsome motherfucker out there I know, but she is acting like she saw her school crush. But I have to admit, I do have a sort of charm too. Call it villain charm if you will.
“Sure thing”. Making it easier for me princess, but also harder to focus on my main goal when you’re such beautiful distraction.
As my eyes wander around the living room, she hurries to the kitchen to prepare the tea. Enough time for me to find the lady in question. Her room was not hard to find, she was sitting on her bed. Simply entering and closing the door, I reach to her fast, putting a hand on her mouth.
“Don’t make a single sound or I will burn your sweet daughter to ashes” I threaten, showing her the blue flames flickering on my fingers. She nods, sweating and eyes widened in panic.
“Now..” I let her go while she stands there frozen in fear. “I’ll ask you some questions regarding to your son… and you’ll answer honestly. And trust me, I can tell when someone’s lying, so do not test me woman” I say sternly, all she does is whimper.
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“Hey I thought you left?”
I find the pretty angel sitting on the couch, a confused look on her face.
“Ah m’sorry doll, had to use the bathroom. Also had a little chat with your mother, been a long time since I last saw her..”
It takes a lot for me to not burst into laughter, acting as if I’ve been Keigo’s childhood friend or something.
Keigo. Keigo Takami. This was his full name according to that woman. She didn’t hesitate to give me all the essential information, afraid I’d burn this place down and harm her precious daughter. Apparently that birdbrain’s been taken from the HSPC since a kid, trained to be a professional hero. And most importantly, his dad was a criminal, murdered someone back then.
Tch, the son of a criminal becoming a hero.
And the son of a hero becoming a criminal.
What a world.
I sit down on the couch, almost too close to his sister. My eyes hungrily take on the sight of her soft plush thighs, her chest, her plump lips.
“Tell me more about yourself dollface” I say, totally ignoring the tea and playing with some of her hair. “Y’gonna be a hero like your brother?”
“Ah none of the sort. I’d rather not get myself into heroic stuff” she giggles, and that sound has my jeans tighten uncomfortably. It’s taking everything in me to not pounce on her right here right now, stripping her off everything and making her scream for me. Just imagine the sight her brother would come across to if he suddenly shows up, her little sister all naked and bruised, used for my own sick pleasure..
Such an angelic being, I have the need to fucking break her and shape her however I see fit. A man like me could never be deserving of her.
“You don’t want to be a hero? How come? Wouldn’t you like to save people, princess? To fight against big scary villains who threaten the innocent out there..”
“I don’t think that’s a job for me. I can still help people without being a hero. And I don’t think I’d be strong or brave enough to go against villains, you know?” she says, playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Awn, poor thing, y’scared from villains?” I grin, placing my scarred hand on her knee, feeling her smooth skin. She squirms, probably by the warmth of it. The way she bites her lower lip nervously has my cock throbbing in my pants. Little does she know she’s in the presence of one of the most dangerous villains in Japan.
“Y’think they gonna hurt you? Maybe they will, if they see you so cute and vulnerable out there, they won’t hesitate to hunt ya down”. My firm grip on her knee has her swallowing, nodding silently.
“So I hope your brother protects you enough” I chuckle. “Cause see, if I was a villain? Man, I’d do anything to kidnap you and make you mine”
Her eyes widen, she laughs nervously, thinking this was some joke. Far from it.
“But you’re no villain right? You’re just my brother’s friend?” she murmurs, feeling tense. Her body language is so easy to read.
“Yes baby, I’m only his friend. My appearance might creep ya out but I promise I’m safe”
She seems to calm down a little. Completely unaware of what I could be capable of.
“Your appearance is not creepy by the way” she says. “I’d say it’s more.. unique. In a good way. I’ve never seen someone who looks like you”
I raise my eyebrows. Her words have me taken aback. For the longest time all I’ve gotten were stares filled with fear or disgust, couldn’t blame them. But this was a new thing, I feel something strange in my chest at her comment. Fuck, I don’t like this. I can’t seem to find any good comeback now, not when she’s staring at me so longingly. I’d rather have her scared, calling me an ugly monster, rather than this.
“Cute little thing wants to get on my good side huh? Wanna charm me, get me hooked with those sweet words? Y’need to be careful~” I say teasingly, reaching to grab her chin and have her look at me. I stare at her caramel eyes, wondering how they’d look full of tears.
“N-No it’s just the truth, I’m not lying” she shakes her head. “If I found you scary I wouldn’t have let you come inside”
“Come inside?” I raise an eyebrow. “Y’need to be more specific..or this might get another meaning”
She looks confused, not getting it at first, but the moment she sees the perverse smile on my face, her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that pervert! I meant come inside my house!”
I let out a laugh, probably the only genuine laugh I had after such a long time. God, she’s so cute and fun to mess with. Such gem that Hawks kept hidden from me. Well, not anymore.
After some time chatting with my angel, the door bursts open. I turn around, smirking at the familiar face.
“Look who decided to show up!” I stand up, opening my arms as if waiting to receive a hug from him. “The winged hero. I was looking for you. I had the pleasure of meeting your family, y’never told me you had a little sister? Such pretty thing you never mentioned her to anyone, I thought we were close friends Keigo..”
The expression on his face is entertaining, he looks beyond shocked. Probably didn’t expect for me to call him by his real name. Or when his sister comes after me, too close, a bright charming smile on her face.
“Welcome home! I invited Dabi inside to wait for you, couldn’t let him out in the pouring rain-”
“Y/N get back in your room. Now” The hero’s voice is stern, serious, and the poor girl’s smile fades off her face. His piercing gaze never leaving mine. I’m not intimidated at the slightest, it’s mostly amusing.
“But Kei-”
“Now” he repeats. As she prepares to turn around and leave, I reach to grab her hand, not letting her go.
“Very overprotective aren’t cha, big brother?” I smirk, bringing his sister closer to me, wrapping my hands around her waist. Hawks looks like he is ready to kill me, anger visible in his golden eyes now that I’m playing around with his little sister, probably his weakest spot that he tried to keep hidden from the world.
“Me and her already clicked. She’s very fun to have around, we chatted a lot when you weren’t here didn’t we angel?” I turn to her, all she does is blush and nod shyly. I tap my fingers around her small waist, making her squirm. It takes everything in me to not dig my fingers on that soft skin and leave bruises. Then I reach for her white wings, and apparently she is very sensitive there. The way those wings flutter and she tries to break free from my grip, whining for me to stop. And all of this in front of her brother.
“Very nice of you to treat my friend this way” Hawks says, seems like he already caught up what’s going on. He’s playing it cool, so I won’t hurt his family. “Dabi, could you come outside now? We have stuff to discuss.”
I do not protest further, there’ll be enough time to stay with my angel now that I already know where she lives and where she studies. My new little toy.
“See ya later, dollface” I pinch her cheek, before sliding my hand across her jawline. My thumb touching her lower lip slightly, and the softest gasp leaves her pretty mouth.
“Bye Dabi..” she whispers, almost hypnotised by my touch. My name rolling off her tongue is the sweetest melody my ears could ever hear.
Can’t wait to come back for you, sweetheart
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Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.
 At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 
 Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…
 “ Keigo !”
  …to smile.
 Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 
 Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning...
 And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 
 It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 
 “ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”
 “ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”
 He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world.
 “ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”
 You nod your head. “Yes, please.”
 He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 
 Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 
 “ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”
 All from him.
 You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 
 And so, you thank him again. 
 “ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”
 “Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-
 “Anytime at all.”
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sanscat0414 · 4 months
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Misunderstanding?!
Hawks x reader:
Synopsis: Hawks gets suspicious of you because you have been coming home later and your spend less time with him. He begins to suspect you of cheating but little did he know it was…
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Hawks have been noticing that you came from work later for the past month. Usually he tried to aim to get home by 10:30 or before midnight. Whenever he was home earlier he noticed you were not home which is strange as you always came home before 10 even in days you work overtime. You were almost always on your phone typing away texting someone. You would even laugh a couple of times when texted this mysterious person. What’s even more suspicious is when he asked you about it you just brush it off.
“Hm? Oh it’s nothing. It’s just some family stuff.”
Or
“Huh? It’s 11? I didn’t realize I was out so late. Why? Mmm? Just lost track.”
Or
“What do you mean? I’m just texted a friend.”
Now he trusted you so he let it be. He believed you but still he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. You weren’t spending as much time as you used to with him. You spend majority of your precious time you had with him on checking on the phone when your not you seem distant. Like you were thinking of something else.
Last week, was even more weird to Hawks. He was lucky to have gotten out of work early that day and wanted to pick you up. Only to find you hanging out with another man. Sure he saw you from a far but you were laughing with the man. He just left thinking it was your friend or something but you never mentioned him before. All this combined the extra time gone, the texts, the times you were distant hawks started thinking you were cheating on him. Hawks gave the benefit of the doubt but his trust in you was waning.
The final straw was today. It was a long a waited day off for him. He wanted to spend it with you but when he asked if you wanted to spend time with him you said
“I’m sorry Keigo I can’t. I know it’s your day off and we haven’t spend much time together. I just have something to do.”
That “something” was hanging with that same man. He wanted to get some KFC for the both of you and by coincidence spotted you. Naturally he was furious and sad that you had chosen another man over him. He decided to wait for you to come home before confronting you.
When you finally got home, you could tell something was wrong. The atmosphere was as thick as butter and an Erie silence cause by the lack of “Baby bird your home!”
“Keigo? I’m home.” You said.
“I’m in the living room.” He said almost coldly.
“Baby?” You said as you walked in to the Living room only to see Hawks sitting there in a serious manner.
There was no funny business and hawks had a no emotion in his face. He just sat there watching you like a predator watching its prey. It unsettled you.
“ Sit, we need to talk,_____.” He said as he gestured to the other couch infront of him.
Now you know it’s serious. He never uses your name unless it’s serious, like taking about your safety or something.
“Is something wrong?” You asked confuse and nervous as you sat down.
“Be honest with me. Are you cheating on me?”
“What? Why would you think that?” You said with genuine confusion shown on your face.
“I mean you spend extra time away from home after work, those texts that you laugh at, and that man that you were hangout with. I saw you today! With him. You rather choose to be with him than me! If so just say so.”
You stared at him at disbelief, now to be fair when he laird it all out like that it make sence but you could help but think thsi situation was a bit ridiculous. After a few seconds you laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s not what- you know what that’s to cliche. Let me try agian.” You said as you tried to stop laughing.
“Kei, first of all of course I’m not cheating on you. I love you with everything I have. I’m sorry I haven’t been spending as much time with you or paying attention to you. It’s just this month has been a bit hectic.” You said and you moved next to him.
You gave him a small kiss on the forehead and show him a picture. “Is this the man you saw?”
He nodded and you explained “that’s my sister’s boyfriend. He’s been asking me alll about what my sister likes. And what do for a proposal to her. I was helping him do a little shopping for the proposal plan. If I had known earlier that you had a day off today I wouldn’t have planed our outing today. He’s been planing it for months and kept changing the day he pop the question. I kept pushing him.”
Hawks looked at you dumb founded “Why didn’t you tell me.”
“It’s a secret that I have been helping him. Plus he wanted to forge his own ring for her, and I had a friend who does metal smithing. I been going to that. friend with him.”
“Why would you need to?”
You got up to go get something form your room. You came back with a small box and you handed it him. He open it and saw a beautiful metal feather with a gem on the stem of the feather. The feather was a little wanky but it was cute. It was attached to a leather string necklace.
“I took the opportunity to try to make something for you too. It was supposed to be a surprise for our anniversary but I wasn’t able to get it just right on time. I guess better late than never right.”
Hawks started it for a good 5 minutes in silence. It was beautiful and you made this by yourself (with help but still.) once he was finally done admiring it he hugged you. He warped his wings around you tight and nuzzled into your neck.
“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions …. I love it thank you.”
“No no I should have said something sooner. I should have payed more attention I’m sorry too. I should have been more clear.”
That nught you guys cuddled for a bit. When your sister boyfriend called Hawks answered. He mildly scolded him for “stealing” his girlfriend and gave him some advice on being confidenace. Needless to say your sister said yes and you and hawks was invited to see them.
Hawks met your sister’s now husband on their wedding day. He apologized to Hawks after learning of what happened. Natural your just glad everything went well, and you where grateful that you and hawks were always upfront when it come to communication. Occasionally there will me moments when you suck at communicating but it all works out.
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creative-crybaby · 11 months
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Phantom Limbs
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PAIRING: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem!reader
GENRE: angst | comfort | smut (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: dry humping, nipple play, spit play, light manhandling, hair pulling, creampie, overstimulation, marking (scratches)
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
SUMMARY: Having lost his wings, there's only so much Takami can do to help other heroes and save innocent civilians. And with him having even less time on his hands, you do whatever you can to take care of him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Posting on my birthday is like a little gift from me to me :)
© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify
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You wait by the windows out of habit. 
The book in your hand has remained open on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, your eyes reading the words, but your brain too distracted to process them. Your focus is more on the corners of your peripheral vision, hoping to catch something, anything outside. All that’s offered in the great outdoors is grey skies and an even greyer atmosphere. Though, you suppose you should know better by now. 
Because, as of late, he’s been entering your shared home through the front door. 
The sound of the jiggling knob has you up from your seat in a second; you slam your book shut and toss it onto the coffee table (never mind saving your page). You’re at the entrance when the door fully opens, anxiously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 
Takami’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your rushed movements, but he then exhales as he kicks off his boots. 
“Honey, I’m home,” the Pro Hero quips, though his tone and smile lack his usual energy. You greet him back while helping him remove his jacket, the material cold and damp in your hands. You get a better look at him once you turn back to him. With the harsh weather and being outside for who knows how long, it’s only natural for him to deal with those conditions’ blunt force. Soaked to the bone, he shivers, though you can tell he’s trying to stop his movements. His blonde hair is now a dark gold from the rain, stray strands sticking to his forehead. It’s a miracle his skin isn’t blue, but he’s definitely a few shades too pale. And his eyes—they haven’t known rest even before the Paranormal Liberation War, but dealing with the aftermaths of such a tragedy takes its toll even on the strongest of heroes. 
You gently rest your hand on his cheek, your thumb lovingly caressing the new scar on his skin. “What are you doing out there?”
Takami sighs, relaxing in your hold before shifting his head to peck your palm. “Oh, the usual.”
You’d press for more if the look he gave you weren’t one of exhaustion, almost pleading. Instead, you rake the fingers of your free hand through his hair, careful not to tug on any knots. 
“How about a shower?” you hum. “I’ll even help you out.”
The blonde mumbles something in agreement, seemingly too low on energy for any more words, before following you to the bathroom. 
Several months back in your relationship, you’d struggle to have him in your home, what with his gigantic wings. He’d rarely knock over your belongings due to his cautiousness, but it didn’t change that your apartment wasn’t Wing-Hero-friendly. 
That was the least of your problems when he decided to stay over. Your bed wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and you’d wake up in the morning to find his wings positioned uncomfortably. Even when Hawks would dismiss your concern, you weren’t fooled. But going from queen-sized to king-sized wasn’t an issue compared to your bathroom. Even sharing the space with a wingless person was bound to have you two bump into each other, and yet, your boyfriend made himself at home. 
With your apartment now nothing more than a pile of rubble, all those concerns seem foolish, almost cruel, as you actually went out of your way to get a larger bed for him. 
What’s crueller is that a smaller space would no longer be an issue now that his wings are gone. 
You can’t help but think about all of this bitterly every time you two enter the shower. The one in Takami’s home is far bigger, made to accommodate his wings, but it’s all just empty space. He settles on the shower stool with a heavy exhale, and you stand behind him to wash his hair, letting the warm water wash away whatever pessimistic thoughts crawl back to taunt you. At least you can take comfort in seeing the Pro Hero visibly relax under your touch, tilting his head back as your fingers thoroughly massage his scalp. 
You’re extra careful when washing his body. The scar on his back makes you pause before resuming your task, and while the blonde notices your hesitance, he doesn’t comment. It’s not the only mark on his body, but it’s certainly the largest. Maybe one day, you’ll come to pepper the area with kisses as you would with all the other scars that litter his body. For now, knowing how it ended up on him hits you with the anxieties of “what if.”
Having kept your hair up and out of the way, you cover yourself in a towel before assisting your boyfriend out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his hips and sighs a silent thank you before you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. It’s all either of you say for a while, even while you dry his hair with him settled in front of you, between your thighs and facing away. 
The hot water flushes his skin, a sight that helps you relax as you run a towel through his locks. You let it rest around his neck once you’re done, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso. 
“Want me to make you something to eat?” you ask quietly. “You must be starving.”
“I’m okay,” he hums. Your fingers skate across the blonde’s abdomen, drawing random shapes and patterns and making him shiver. “I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.”
You shift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder, the fluffy material of the towel tickling your skin. “Then let me get you some clothes so you don’t catch a cold.”
The Pro Hero gently removes himself from your embrace, turning to face you. Your wrists remain in his grasp, and he brings them to his lips to kiss both of your palms. 
“That won’t be necessary,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes fluttering closed. “Stay.”
His voice has a light rasp, and you’re sure you catch the subtle pleading in his tone. You sigh, sliding your hands to caress his face. Takami’s eyes open again, golden irises peering up at you as his brows furrow lightly. There’s a gentle tug to his hold, and you shift closer to him. 
“So much for all that time to kill,” you try to quip, though you don’t find your tone convincing. For good measure, you trace his jaw with featherlight kisses. “Even with the Safety Commission out of the way, you can’t catch a break.”
He chuckles airily. “It was never going to be all that simple, dove. You and I both know that.”
You pout at his words. The pull of his grasp reappears, and you’re brought closer to your boyfriend until you’re almost sitting on his lap. One of his hands slides to your waist, encouraging you to do so. You obey, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Back when he had his wings, your fingertips would graze their base, earning you breathy moans from him. With them now gone, you settle for lightly scratching at his undercut.
“Must be exhausted with everything going on,” you whisper, the tip of your nose gently grazing against his. 
“Coming home to you makes it all worth it,” Takami breathes before closing the gap. You both exhale into the kiss as you pull each other closer. Even with a towel in the way, he runs his hands up and down your torso, opting to feel you as much as possible. Once you’ve removed yourself from the embrace, he still attaches his lips to any exposed skin he can find. 
“Keigo,” you whimper, trying to hold still as he nibbles on your neck. “Are you sure? You need rest.”
You feel the Pro Hero shake his head without pausing the assault on the skin. “I need you.”
Even before destruction fell upon the country, you’ve worried for Takami’s safety. With his wings, he could reach the clouds; any higher could take the oxygen out of his lungs. He’s capable, but also human: even the overly glorified ones have limits. And as much as you want him to be well, you miss him just as much. 
You unlatch him from you without tugging too hard, and you’re met with glossy eyes and quivering lips. That desperation has been stuck in his tone and gaze since he returned home. Needing you close in any physical manner that’s given to him, his focus staying on you a little longer than what one may consider necessary. You remember when you’d beg him to stay in bed a bit longer before he went on patrol, putting on your best pout to convince him. 
But now he's the one begging, pleading for your touch. And with the subtle poking of your thigh, you’re given more than enough convincing. Your lips return to mesh with his as you attempt to remove your towel with what little wiggle room you have. Takami takes this opportunity to let his hands roam your bare skin, tracing your curves and groping at any fat he can find while leaving a trail of goosebumps. The towel around his neck slides off, and you’d remove the last one if you could, but for now, you make the most of the situation by grinding into his lap, his bulge rubbing against your clit deliciously. 
He’s restless; you noticed the signs before you found yourself on top of him. The Pro Hero moans into your mouth, his hands quick to grip your hips to drag them across his own. He pushes for a deeper kiss, if even possible, letting his tongue taste yours. You’re in desperate need of oxygen, and you’re sure he’s in the same state. When you pull away, he leans in to catch your lips once more.
“Let me take over,” you pant, resting your forehead against his. “Let me make you feel good.”
“No,” Takami groans lowly, eyes lidded and face flushed. “Need this. Need to do this for you.” He slowly flips you both from your current position so you lay on the mattress caged below his arms and legs. With a shadow looming over his handsome features, his eyes glow gold. “It’s selfish of me, I know, but I’ll take good care of you, too. Show you how much you mean to me.”
His words make your eyes soften, your arms wrapping around his neck again and pulling him close. Neither of your gazes leaves each other, not even as the towel ever so slowly loosens from his hips and cascades off his body. With your lips mere centimetres away, you’d have to give him credit for showing restraint thus far.  
“You can never be selfish when you deserve the world,” you say before closing the distance. A growl escapes his throat; from your words or your taste, you aren’t sure, and you don’t care to figure it out. Not when he pulls away to trail messy open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before latching on to one of your nipples. Your back arches into his touch, and his other hand tweaks at your neglected bud. 
From your peripheral vision, you catch his shoulder blades twitch. You’d remember how his wings would ruffle when you two would make love, showing just as much vulnerability as the rest of him. The base of his crimson limbs was especially sensitive, and he’d let out the most beautiful sounds whenever they’d meet your touch. With them gone, the subtle movement is mere muscle memory. But when they jerk again once your fingers tug his somewhat-damp locks, you know better than to dismiss his body’s reactions.
Takami unlatches from your nipple to press his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply while his hand continues its treatment on the other bud. The sudden halt in his ministrations has you peering down at him, face warm while showing your confusion. 
Still pressed against your chest, his gaze meets yours, eyes hooded and ravenous. “I can’t wait any longer.”
You exhale, trying your best to prevent your breathing from stammering. “Then don’t.”
Those two words were more than enough for the blonde, quickly propping himself up before pulling you closer to his body by your legs. The sudden shift makes you yelp, but Takami doesn’t say anything as he pumps his cock, using his precum as lube. His touches had you already dripping, and watching him stroke himself as he watches you with desperation and lust in his eyes only adds to the mess between your thighs. 
Normally, he’d take his time with you. The Pro Hero, known for his speed when defeating villains, would throw all that out the window when you were in the picture, wanting to enjoy every second he has with you. This also applies to love-making, opting to prep you by treasuring your body and pleasure before the main event. 
But with how he’s currently panting as he aims his cock at your entrance, his face and neck flushed, you’re more than content to indulge in his neediness. 
His attempt at restraint is apparent as he takes his time sliding in. The tip makes you whine, and the blonde’s brows crease as he slowly adds another inch. His hold, now on your hips, is bruising, even as his thumbs would caress your skin. It makes you hiss, reaching up and making grabbing motions for him. Takami obeys, dropping to bury his head in the junction of your neck and inhaling your scent. A mistake: one where the consequences earn you a groan and the rest of his cock slammed inside your soaked pussy. 
“Keigo!” you cry, pulling him closer. 
Curses tumble from his lips. “‘M sorry, dove. I—oh, God…”
If being stuffed full without warning didn’t make you so delirious, you’d swear you heard him whimper. His calloused hands wander your body while his lips sprinkle kisses onto your shoulder: an apology, one you drunkenly accept as you try to adjust to the intrusion. A snug fit—it makes you wrap your legs around his hips. Your actions have the Pro Hero shifting to face you. He resembles a lost puppy, with his slightly-parted lips and wide eyes beneath furrowed brows of concern. You almost coo. 
“Go ahead,” you whisper, fingers dancing across his undercut. “Use me.”
The expression he gives you before he reels his hips back is pleading and one of gratitude. You barely register it before he slams back into you and knocks the air out of your lungs. 
Takami finds his pace in no time, pounding against you that the sound of skin slapping skin overpowers both of your heavy breathing. Every thrust has you squeezing around his shaft, and he rests his forehead against yours. 
Everything is burning—the room, your mangled bodies, his breath fanning against your cheek. You’re boiling, your brain melting into a puddle of nothingness as your hands fly to his back, your nails planting into his shoulder blades. Your boyfriend’s eyes screw shut, a sharp grunt escaping him. You want to apologize; you should apologize, but you don’t realize your actions, and with his sudden angle shift, words fail you with every probe at your sweet spot. All you can give him is pathetic moans through a slack jaw. 
His lips meet your swollen ones: you give him plenty.
“Keigo,” you manage to slur against his mouth. Takami bites your bottom lip, one of his hands reaching between your bodies to messily rub your puffy clit. You wail, and he pulls away from the assault on your lips. 
“Open,” he heaves. Surprisingly, you not only understand but comply, letting your mouth fall open once more for his hungry gaze. Through glossy eyes, you barely see him puckering his lips and letting a blob of spit fall into your awaiting tongue. You squeak when it lands before you swallow the tiny puddle. His thrusts don’t falter throughout all of this, and his lewd act of possessiveness tips you over the edge, your weeping pussy creaming around his dick and leaving a gooey ring at its base. A sight you’d love to witness if your vision wasn’t currently white. 
But Takami doesn’t stop. Not while you ride through your orgasm, not once you come down from it, and certainly not when you begin to cry from the overstimulation. 
“Keigo!” you squeal, tightening your hold on his back. “Too much! ‘S too much!”
His speed has yet to falter, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not that your lover is any better, what with his vision gone hazy and grip tightening. 
“Almost there, baby.” You can feel his warm breath fanning your face from his panting. “Just lemme—” His thrusts grow sloppier, jackhammering into your cunt like his life depends on it, all while whimpering “pleasepleasepleaseplease” on a loop. A particularly rough thrust has you wailing and your nails clawing down his back. Takami lets out a drawn-out groan. “Sh-Shit—”
The tiniest push and he’s hurtled over you, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as his hips stutter. His face is flushed, close to rivalling the colour of his wings, and strands of his dishevelled hair clings to his forehead with sweat. Even with an unfocused gaze and a foggy brain, you can tell he’s as ethereal as ever as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. 
You feel his muscles relax under your hold, and the Pro Hero exhales deeply before dropping on top of you. The sudden weight, while at first crushing, eventually feels like a weighted blanket, and you wrap your arms around your lover once more. 
It isn’t until both your breathings are regulated do you speak, your words somewhat muffled against his skin. “You okay, pretty bird?”
Takami sighs, planting a kiss on your temple before pulling out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum leaking out; he notices, opting to caress your sides to calm you down. He can only offer a hum in confirmation at your question, the vibrations buzzing off his body and tickling yours.
When he gets off you, he also dismounts the bed, making his way to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It isn’t until he twists his body to have his back face it do you catch the red scratch marks on his shoulder blades, vibrant and right on top of his most recent battle scar. You gasp.
“I’m so sorry, Kei,” guilt is evident in your voice as you sit up on the bed, hugging the sheets. “I should have been more careful. Let me go get—”
A soft, airy chuckle interrupts your worrying. The blonde traces one of your marks, shifting his shoulder blades before fully facing you. 
“It’s like they never left,” he rasps, lips twitching to form a sad smile. “Too bad I won’t be able to fly with them.”
Your brows knit together as you frown at his words, your eyes growing warm as they threaten to rain down tears. Your lover’s expression doesn’t budge as he approaches you, climbing the bed and finding his spot next to yours. He laughs dryly to himself, and it only dies down once you place your hand on his.
“Please, talk to me,” you whisper, leaning your head on his shoulder.
What remains of his front is cut off by a hiccup. It isn’t until you feel his body tremble do you peer at him to find streams of tears cascading down his rosy cheeks. 
“Sometimes it feels like they’re still there,” he sobs silently, pausing to collect himself. You’re quick to pull him into your embrace, and he melts completely. “Even with the Commission out of the way, I still feel trapped.” He pulls back to look at you with pleading eyes. “I thought wings were a symbol of freedom. What happened?”
Hawks is gone, and before you is Keigo. A Pro Hero so young and forced onto such a high pedestal that one wrong step is a heavy drop. Without his wings, only you are there to catch him. 
And with all the strength you can muster, you do so, carrying his weight in your arms as he falls apart, trembling and crying and heaving so hard you fear he’ll slip between your fingers into a pile of nothingness. For as long as you’ve known him, Takami has only ever born his soul to you like this fewer times than you can count on one hand. If he could save the lives of countless civilians (including your own), you figure that being his safety net is the least you can do. 
A weak snicker escapes his lips, and you pull back to face him.
“Tokoyami’s been calling a bunch these past several days,” he drawls, his thumb mindlessly caressing your arm while staring past your shoulder. “Never answered him back, not even once. I should at least call the kid.”
Your boyfriend’s about to get up before you try to hold him in his spot without using too much force (not that you’d be able to stop him). His questioning gaze trails to you, and no matter how much you want to coddle him until he wants you gone, you keep your head up.
“Not now, honey,” You rest your forehead against his. “One step at a time. You can apologize tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s a smart kid.”
He sniffles, and you wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “You’re probably right.”
His breathing appears even, and the crying seems to have subsided, even if just for now. You offer a small smile.
“How about a meal?” you inquire, nudging your nose against his. “Whatever you want.”
The Pro Hero hums, tiredly copying your expression. “Can we just stay like this? Just for a bit longer?”
Your smile grows wider ever so slightly as you fall back onto the mattress, your hold on your lover bringing him down with you and having him land on your chest. Your gaze is soft when you peer down, and your fingers are back in his hair to comb out the mess you made. He sighs into your skin, burying himself there as his eyes flutter shut. 
“We can stay like this as long as you want.” And you mean it. Even once his wings return, even once the people grow to trust him again, and even once heroes have time to kill. You would stay with him right here forever. 
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Ours - Poly!mha Series
Chapter 1: Feisty
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Cursing, nothing really.
MHA x BLACK!FEMALES
A/N: This is @cosmicspitfire re-posting these fanfictions on a different blog. I will be using this page more so for my fanfiction, short stories, etc.
Side Note: The main characters, Luna and Mycha are based off my best friend and I, so they are female based, BUT I try not add too much description of them.
Music can be heard all around. The line to the building is down the block, filled with people trying to get into the all exclusive club. As people get approved and rejected to get into the club, the line gets shorter and shorter. Mycha and I are excited as they are waiting to get into the club for my 24th birthday. 
When it gets to our turn, we show our IDs. The bouncer checks the IDs and smirks creepily.
“Well ladies, you two are gorgeous but I don’t know if I can let you in as it is pretty packed.” He says as he glances inside quickly, “I can get y’all in, but I just need you to do something for me first.” 
Mycha and I look at each other. 
“Sorry, what?” I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. “Wanna repeat that, 'cause I didn’t hear that correctly.”
“Oh, come on. It’s just a start to your birthday and you two are the most beautiful girls I’ve seen so far.”
We roll our eyes and right before we say something else, we feel something fly past us and pin the bouncer to the wall.
“What the f-” Mycha and I turn around and see this man with messy blonde hair suavely walk by. He gets to the bouncer and smirks.
“Oops, looks like my knife slipped out of my hand.” He grabs the knife from the man’s shirt and whispers in his ear, “next time you decide to be a creep at my club, you’ll go missing, got it?”
The mysterious man dismisses the bouncer and turns to us.
“I’m sorry about that, doves. I’ll make sure he gets his punishment soon. How about I let you girls in, no charge as an apology?
Mycha and I, once again, glance at each other and do a slight nod before walking into the club with the man.
As we walk into the club, we are astounded by the beauty of it all. It was a luxury club all right. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The tables and chairs are covered in satin. The dance floor was glowing from underneath. Nothing like that from the normal clubs. Those here are dressed in almost evening gowns with jewelry glittering underneath the lights.
Mycha and I turn to face the man who saved us from that creep, and he’s gone. Excuse me, what? He was here when we walked in… Whatever, we’ll find someone else to party with. 
We walk past beautifully dressed people to reach the bar. Once we reach the marbled black bar, we saw a nicely built man with bright red hair that’s put into a man bun. He is wearing a fitted white shirt with his sleeves rolled up and some nice black dress pants that Mycha commented fit him as well. From the looks of it he definitely had some ink on his skin and has gauges in his ears. Nice, some eye candy for her, she needs it. Now, where is mine… 
The redhead flashes us both a smile. “What can I get for you two gorgeous ladies?”
“I want a Mimosa and she’ll take a Malibu Shark Bowl.” Mycha replied, keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
“Alright, I can handle that for you girls.” He turns to start making our drinks and as he does, he starts to ask questions, such as what brings you to this club?
“It’s my birthday and we wanted to splurge a little bit.”
“Well, Happy Birthday. How old are you turning?”
“You don’t ask a lady that, well at least, not on the first meeting.” I giggled.
“Alright, you got me there.” He hands each of us our drinks carefully, “Here are your drinks. It was nice meeting you two, but I got to get back to my friends before one of them gets impatient. I hope you enjoy your night. We’ll see each other soon!” He winks and before we know it, he disappears within the crowd too.
As we finish our drinks and walk onto the dance floor. T-Pain’s Up Down is playing and Mycha and I are dancing with ourselves. I feel someone watching us and I look around but it’s no use with the crowd of people on the floor.
As we dance, two drunk guys grab us by the waist. The one behind Mycha didn’t know what he was doing with his life. This man had on a striped shirt and plaid pants. At least the colors matched. Imagine not knowing you don’t mix prints. From what I can tell, the person behind me had on black leather pants and a black polo shirt. He had one hand on my hip like he was trying to arm wrestle it and dancing too rough for my liking.
The creeps started to grind on us, and we were starting to get uncomfortable. In a club, this is the norm, but it’s not what we wanted so we kindly, at first, take their hands off us, smile, and walk away. As we tried, hence the word tried, to walk away, they grabbed us right above our elbows.
“Where do you two lovely ladies think you’re going? We are just getting started.” Mix-match creep says.
“Plus, you two got us so aroused, you gotta take responsibility.” Biker wannabe slurs. 
I rolled my eyes, “Sorry, I am not taking responsibility for something I have no control of. But you know who does have control of it, you do so why do y-”
He yanks me closer to him and growls in my ear, “Watch your fucking mouth or I’ll fix that attitude of yours myself.”
Mycha’s eyes widened but she giggled. She and I shared a look, and we shrug our shoulders.
“Fine, but you got to get off the ground first.” Mycha smiles. The two looks at us with a hint of confusion in their faces. At the same time, we tug on the arms they are holding onto, causing them to stumble forward before we headbutt them with enough force that it’ll hurt us a little bit too. Before they could swing back, we grab their arms and pull them but their backs while pushing them onto the ground. 
Right as we get them on the ground, security, two attractive males from and two more show up.
“Alright, nothing to see everyone. Looks like everything is being taken care of, go back to having a good night.” The blondie with the messy hair says.
“Are you girls alright?” Firetruck hair asks us, though it looks to me he already knows the answer from the way he’s trying to bite back a smile.
“Clearly, dumbass. They aren’t the ones with our knees in their backs and their hands almost tied in a pretzel behind their backs, now, are they?” a man with ash blonde hair says with a gruff, “Whatever, just get these assholes outta my club before I do it myself. And don’t make me ask twice.” The security quickly gets the men up and out of our grasp before taking them to the door.
There’s a deep chuckle from a tall, dark-haired man beside him. “Let’s admit, it was kind of hot though, if I do say so myself.”
I roll my eyes and ignore the comment from him. I go to Mycha and check to see if she’s all right but like me, she’s not harmed.
“Look, generally that kind of shit doesn’t happen here and how they got into the club that drunk is beyond me,” says the voice that could rival that of Corpse Husband. “But let us make it up to you. Why don’t y’all come with us to the VIP area on the second floor?”
“Why? So y’all can ditch us for the third time? Sorry but n-”
“Excuse her, she’s just a sassy bitch who’s just too independent for her good. We’d love to come up there with you.” Mycha covers my mouth and smiles at them. 
She whispers in my ear, “If you don’t shut the hell up, today with be your last birthday and last day you live, got it?” I roll my eyes once more and bite her hand. “Did you just bite me?”
“You know better than to put your hand over my mouth and I’d count that more of a nibble.” I grin and turn to look at the four undeniably handsome men, not that I’d let them know that. “Yea, whatever she said. We’ll go” 
“Are you sure? I mean you co-”
“I just said we can go, don’t make me change my mind.” I interrupted the redhead and walked towards the stairs.
“She always like that?” I hear from behind me. 
“Yea, but she could get a lot worse. That’s her being nice.” Mycha shrugs and follows me.
“I like it. She’s fiery.” 
“Shut up, T.”
The six of us walk up the stairs to the second floor and the rougher blond-haired person leads us into a huge lounge area that looks over the entire club. Was it them I felt earlier looking at us? No, no way, it couldn’t have been. There is a half-circle couch that faces the balcony over the bar with two tables with four glasses on each. There is space in between those tables to walk in between as well.
 Mycha and I sit down first, near that space where the break in the tables is, just in case. Firetruck and French Fry sit next Mycha while Slenderman and Mr. Boss Man sit next to me.
Slenderman chuckles quietly and smirks.
“Got something to say, Slendie?” All I hear is Mycha groaning a bit and the three of the four men just look at me. Boss Man still looking out over the balcony.
“Luna, chill for fuck’s sake.”
“It’s fine, I can fix that problem.” he says.
Ugh, not another one! “Listen, it’s not a problem unless you’re an offended little bitch, so is that what you are?” I smile at him. Fire Red and Blondie stared at me with the most shocked look on their faces. 
The ash blond-haired person finally laughs. “Man, fucking finally called you out for your fuckboy bullshit. I like her, she’s a keeper.” His compliment does cause me to blush a bit but the look on the other man’s face: priceless.
The look on his face is like that of Windows XP shutting down. Let’s add a bit of salt around the rim, why don’t we? “What? Nothing else to say. You’re awfully quiet.” Mycha nudges me, but she’s trying not to laugh.
He finally comes to and shakes his head with a smile. Slendie gets up, walks in front of me and squats down. He gently takes my chin in his hand and makes me look in his eyes. They are gorgeous baby blues. Like sapphires or aquamarines. “Look here, little one, you do have a mouth on you, and I won’t lie and say I don’t like it 'cause I do, but eventually that will get you in trouble. You should watch it and maybe I’ll reward you.”
I just stared into his eyes like he did to me. Did he just - …  He flipped the roles, but damn, that was hot. Don’t say, don’t fucking say it. Don’t let him get to you ma’am.
“A lot have tried to ‘tame my mouth’ and clearly, it’s been unsuccessful. What makes you think you think I’ll listen to you of all people?” Everyone around us is intrigued by the nature of the conversation as they’ve caught on to the fact, I’m just testing his patience in a bit of tug of war. 
The ash blonde adds in, “Touya, I think you’ve met someone who can finally go toe to toe with you and she’s not one of us.”
Touya grins and his aura gets a bit darker as he growls low in my ear, “keep talking, love and I’ll show you exactly why I’m nothing like those wannabes and I’ll make sure everyone here realizes who is truly on top.”
Mycha, who has been drinking some of the drink one of the other two has ordered for her, chimes in. “Damn, I think it’s her who has finally met her match.”
I sneak a side eye at Mycha who winks at me. I hate you so much right now. “Match? I mean, he’s cute and so is Boss Man over there.” 
It was Touya’s turn to roll his eyes playfully. Ok, but you could roll your eyes at me any day and I’d still gawk at them. 
“Huh? Cute? Did you just call me cute?” Boss Man grunts out, “Cute is for a baby or a dog. I’m not ‘cute’.”
“Aww, are you upset you got the wrong adjective?” I giggle and look over to Mycha, who happens to now be between Fiery Red and Bird Nest. Red is holding her hand and the three of them are having their own conversation while still in tune with the little spit back I’m having with Touya and Tough Guy. I see her smile as they complement how pretty she is. Better complement her, she’s a fucking goddess!
As well all continue our banter and conversation, two bulky men come into the area and clear their throats.
“Boss, we have a problem.” one says
“It’s pretty bad.” the other adds on, as we have glass breaking and yelling from downstairs.
The four look at each other and get up.
“Sorry, doves, that we have to cut this night so short, but we have to take care of the situation,” Birdie says calmly, “you two, make sure they get out of here safely.”
The men nod and reach out their hand for us to take. Mycha and I get up and before we leave, Red kisses her hand, “I hope to see you soon, beautiful.” 
The four boys walk out of the area one way as we go the other way towards the door. I notice both are wearing earpieces. I guess they are other security
We glance at the clock hanging above the door. 2 am, it is time for us to go.
The men bring us outside and wait until there is a taxi for us to go. As we get into the taxi, one is holding his earpiece and says ‘Yes, sir.’ He then speaks to the driver, “Make sure these two girls get home safely.”
The taxi driver nods and takes us to our direct address. Once we get inside, we say goodnight to each other, head to our separate rooms, strip off our clothes and slump into our beds. Before I finally close my eyes, the last thing I see are those beautiful aquamarine eyes staring at me and a voice saying, ‘I’ll see you again soon.’ 
I fucking hope so and same for you, Bossie.
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hero!hawks x assistant!reader
genres: fanfic, smut, [p with a sprinkle of plot], drabble series
word count: 1.2k
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!!! dub-con (both aren’t sober), afab/f!reader, tiny mention of drugs, implied infidelity, hawks & his heat problems, mirror sex, marking, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, overstimulation [would it be my fic if there wasn’t any], copious amounts of cum, cervix fucking [shameful i know], heavy breeding kink, a lot of creampies, and implied impregnation [that will be dealt with in the otherother drabbles because we do not condone mistakes guys!!].
series masterlist: N.S.F.W
+a/n: one day, i’ll have a fic without creampies… one day 😔.
++ “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
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drabble one - ‘forgetting something?’
hero!hawks that ends up finding assistant!reader in a nightclub and engages in certain inappropriate acts with them, accidentally triggering his heat. one sniff of the club’s air and he realises you’re ovulating… and, of course, he ends up fucking you dumb in the club’s bathroom, breeding you like tomorrow doesn’t exist.
but… he’s forgetting something.
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keigo didn’t remember.
he didn’t remember how you’d found each other in this club— the hero and his assistant, both high on ecstasy. he didn’t remember how it was the way you were grinding on him that triggered his heat that wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. he didn’t remember how it took only one sniff of your fertile body before he was dragging you away to the bathroom and fucking you like you were his.
but that didn’t matter.
“h-hawks!” you cried out, slapping a hand onto the tiny bathroom’s mirror to steady yourself against his constant and desperate pounding. your pleads and moans only seemed to drive him further into his mania, fucking his cum deeper into your stuffed cunt.
you could feel his cum sloshing around your womb already.
panting, he let his eyes drop away from you in the mirror and fall to the vivid evidence of your breeding.
it was so crude. how your creaming cunt swallowed his cock as he drove into you and how it clung to him as he drove out of you, moaning lewd squelches; how his seed spluttered out of your pussy with every thrust; how you both sloppily joined together as one.
“oh god.”
it was everything to hawks.
the hero’s clouded vision dragged up your body to the base of your neck. obviously, you were unmarked. he didn’t even think you knew about marking or any his quirk’s shit. but still, mind shrouded in primal instinct, keigo felt a unbearable ache in his gums. it was a tempting burn, it dragged him towards your virgin skin.
somewhere behind the heat in his mind, he was on his knees— begging himself to not do it; to not forget what he was already forgetting.
but hawks was never one to listen.
his mouth clamped down on your skin, canines breaking through your claimed flesh, and he marked you.
unaware of the consequences behind his actions, he slurred a moan on your tainted skin and his drooping eyes beamed up at yours in the mirror with a drunken smile.
naturally, a wail tore out of your throat at the stabbing sensation burning your neck, and your body fell forward, away from the mad man. but keigo was quick to cross a hand over your chest and drag you back down his cock, loving the way your cunt swallowed him whole. the way he slipped back into your overflowing cunt distracted you from the sting of his marking. drunk on the lewd way he fucked the shit out of you, you gurgled a string of unintelligible moans, pushing your ass back against his pelvis.
“oh, fuck,” you keened.
as quick as he was to pull you back to him, desperate keigo snapped back into your cunt, battering your soft cervix. lost in overstimulation, you heard his groans behind the wet, obscene sounds of your stuffed, drooling cunt, filled to the brim with hawks’ virile cum, and his soaked, slapping balls, soaked with the remnants of both of your previous orgasms.
“n-no, ‘s too much,” you sobbed. your knees were buckling, body struggling to endure hawks’ pounding, and your vision blurred with hot tears, clit throbbing with overstimulation. desperate, keigo ripped his hand away from the sink to hoist you back up on his dick, slamming deeper into your pussy.
his heat would never let him pull out.
his lips had barely left his bruising mark before you heard him snap a guttural groan, “you can take it.”
removing his hand from your chest, he grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together, and forced you to look at him. at this angle, heat-oppressed keigo could finally see his full effect on you, not obstructed by the smudges on the mirror anymore. streaks of mascara stained your cheeks, your lips were swollen and a bruised red, and your pussy clung to him like there was no tomorrow.
he groaned, “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
his lips met yours with desperation. you melted into the kiss of the national hero, chasing his tongue. you could feel his thrusts became more sloppy than they already were, and he could feel his final climax tightening around his mind. slapping a hand onto your clit, his fingers wrestled with your erect clit, tweaking and smushing the throbbing bud into your fourth orgasm.
“g-gah,” you keened.
your lips parted, a silent cry leaving your raw throat, as the overstimulation washed over you in a chill. fucked out of your mind, you shook in his arms, cunt creaming and quivering around his pistoning cock.
hawks relished in the way your ovulating pussy clamped around him. his thrusts got more sloppier, desperate. his fat tip pushed through your battered cervix. the feeling of your soft walls strangling him left keigo with no other choice but to breed you.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his thrusts stuttered, and his moan broke into a wail.
“i-im c-cumming,” he cried.
you keened,
and, once again, keigo flooded your ripe womb with his thick, white cum, fucking through your cervix like a mad man. you doubled over, cumming once more on his spraying cock. “oh my god~,” you slurred, clenching harder on the hero breeding you. he cried out, collapsing onto your back, shuddering at how your walls wrenched him for his cum. he was forced to halt his thrusts as your cervix, too, tightened around his cock, mercilessly milking him for all he had.
still shuddering with his violent climax, hawks dropped his head to your bruising neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of his mark, ghosting kisses across your skin. his ears wallowed in the sound of your whimpers above the muted sound of the club’s songs. it calmed him: his breathing slowed and his grip on the sink loosened, washing the mania away from his mind.
although your pied cunt still quivered around his softening cock, your body stuttered as it tried to regulate its ruined conditions. ruined for any other man, your cunt had been battered into the shape of hawks and your womb was stained with keigo takami’s name.
your eyes drifted away from the empty bowl of the sink to the mirror, and fell on the blonde bush of hair cowering in the side of your neck. the fuck had sobered you up, but you wished it hadn’t. the number 2 hero had his dick inside of you. your boss had his dick inside of you. “fuck,” you thought.
you winced.
somebody had to say something.
“h-hawks—?” you started, but you were cut off by the foreign sound of a notification that definitely didn’t come from your phone. it was his.
ping!
another ping, and keigo finally finished out his phone from his ruined joggers. his sticky fingers skidded over the screen, almost failing to input his passcode, before the white background of imessages blinded him, drawing a grumble from the hero. his clouded vision cleared, and he saw the message.
“eh...?” he squinted at the message. the hero wasn’t heat-sober enough to recall the context behind the message.
cock still resting inside you, he blinked.
hawks, finally, remembered.
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my dove 🕊❤️: where r u??
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#nsfw series; only just begun!
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