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Subject: RAPTOR

Nomu!Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

This GIANT is the lovechild of this amazing fanart and this ask:

I twisted the shizznit out of that ask, but the inspiration is still there. A thank you to anyone who makes it through this very long ride.

This fic does takes some liberties in the creation of nomu. Some factors will deviate from canon.

Words: 20k+

You can also read this long-ass story on AO3 if that’s more comfortable.

Heed these warnings: Blood and Death, Teratophilia/Monster-Fucking, Breeding, Mutant Genitalia, Unethical Experimentation, Mutilation, lots of handjobs and cum, LOTS of long tongue action and I’m ashamed, Brief Suicide Ideation, and Shitty Science

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Fertile nomu were the greatest breakthrough that the villains could ever hope for. Breeding saves so much time and resources, as opposed to artificially creating each specimen from scratch. There were two major “programs”, as these sick bastards insist on calling them. 

The Mating Program, where the nomu were paired together, one with male sexual organs and the other with those of a female, though there was also the occasional subject that managed to possess both. It was an unpredictable process; miscarriages were common, sometimes the offspring dies minutes after birth, or the fetus develops too rapidly inside the womb and the birth becomes a violent bursting out of the parent’s body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. “What a waste,” those bastards in lab coats would say.

And then there was the Milking Program, in which semen was collected to later be frozen or artificially inserted into ‘other creatures’. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures weren’t humans.

You were an unwilling member of the latter program, but the assholes sure did love making it sound like they were doing you a favor.

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Scavenger/Scavenged

❤️Yandere!Scavenger!Hawks/Reader❤️

A/N: You guys are finally getting formatting, yeah boi… @ this rate you’ll have a masterlist. anyway I hope I provided enough background, this is plot heavy because I might be inclined to write a second part if the response to this is good 🤷‍♀️ Idk yet! Please tell me if there’s any mistakes bros! Anyway, enjoy. I watched birds having sex to write this.

Inspired by this

TWs: Noncon, breeding, the spooks™️, author’s obvious wing kink 

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“It’s not that big of a gig, y’know? But I’m sure you’ll get some great shots of the place.”

You remained silent in front of her, looking distastefully down at the proposed brief. She sighed.

“It’ll make a good article, a breakthrough. C’mon, (Y/N), you can’t just give us something like that and then- then turn around and say you’re not going to do it.”

With her knuckles clenched against the desk, your boss seemed to be growing more irritated with you by the second. She was attempting to send you off to do an article on a ghost town, which almost seemed like a way to get you to go missing. You would have felt insulted by her enthusiasm had you not suggested the article yourself.

To be honest, you were beginning to regret it. You didn’t want to spend three days wandering around some rotting, forgotten settlement. All the possible photographs would be finished within a day, which left you wandering aimlessly for the other two. You just hoped it had signal and- and somewhere to sleep.

You shuffled in your seat. “And accommodation?”

“Motels,” She said bluntly, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Hotels in the nearby towns. Sleep in the town itself. I’m sure you’ll find somewhere.”

You sighed, giving the the sheet of paper in front of you one last glance. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it.”

She grinned wide, reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “You won’t regret it. This article’s gonna be a good one. Might even send you out to document more of these places if it goes well.”

You gritted your teeth and gave her a strained smile. God, you hoped not.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Pro Hero Hawks (Keigo Takami) X Pro Hero Female Reader

• Minors Do Not Interact

• All Characters 21+

• One-Shot Unedited

Warnings: One night stand, mentions of drinking, unprotected sex, language, teasing, oral (male receiving), wing play, pinning, open ending, and more.

About: Hawks has always been known to the public as a playboy, even though no one has caught him in the act. He needed to blow off steam from the latest headline of him, but little did he know that you were going to help him with that.

It wasn’t often that Hawks got the night off from hero work. Crime was surprisingly low tonight, so it was something his many sidekicks could handle. They practically begged the number two hero to take the night off, enjoy some freedom. Freedom, that was such a foreign concept to him. Constantly being watched by the commission, the countless articles and news clips of him, shutterbugs following his every move. Yeah, freedom was something he had long forgotten the feeling of. So when his employees quite literally pushed him out of his agency’s door? He had no choice but to try and feel free tonight. Which he desperately needed. Hawks didn’t let much of anything get to him, but the newest article of him having multiple partners within the week surely put him in a sour mood.

That’s how he found himself in one of the most popular clubs Japan had to offer. A club that had a strict policy of no paparazzi, or flash photography within its walls. A little place for many famous people of Japan could go. He felt slightly awkward at first, sure he’s been out before but it had been such a long time…he nearly forgotten how to act like himself. Opting to sit near at the bar and nurse the beer he had in his hand.

Even though he was supposed to be taking the night off, he couldn’t help but scan the room. Scan for anything that might happen, anything to go wrong. Keen eyes never failing to see almost every detail around the room. Picking up on the most insignificant moments others were having. A couple at the book across from him having a fight over money, the guy in the corner while his friends took shots, and then he spotted you.

He had actually noticed you when he first came in, your dress was the same color as his wings. A beautiful crimson color that shined slightly when the flashing lights hit it just right. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way you didn’t give really anyone a second glance. You were there to be just you, in all your glory. Hair flowing around while you danced, how your dress was tight in all the right places, and the way your eyes looked while you moved around. He noticed he wasn’t the only one that was constantly scanning the area.

As the lights flashed to the beat of the music, your face would light up just enough so Hawks could take a good look at you. You were a vision. A slight shine to your skin, most likely a little bit sweaty from all the moving around you did. The way your nose scrunched up as you smiled, and the way you wouldn’t let one single person touch you on the dance floor. There was one thing Hawks adored most in a woman was independence and you oozed with it. Confidence written all over your being as you were content dancing by yourself. He must have been staring at you for an uncomfortable amount of time because next thing he knew was that you were staring back.

However, you didn’t look away when you caught him, like you had been doing with everyone else that looked your way. Instead, you offered him a small smirk. Your eyes in a low stare as you swayed your body to the music. Almost as if you were inviting him to continue looking at you. You were mysterious yet, inviting. He was curious about you, curious to how a gorgeous woman like yourself was alone in a club. He pondered if he should approach you, maybe ask you to dance. Then when the song that was thumping over the much to loud speakers changed, you made your way off the dance floor. You didn’t come to him though, you just looked at him once more before you started to make your way up the stairs to the second floor of the club. It was now or never, so Hawks quickly finished off his beer to follow you.

The second floor wasn’t anything special. Just a few balconies to get some fresh air and bathrooms. As he was watching your move, he prayed you didn’t head in the direction of the restrooms…he would have felt like a total creep knowing he just follow a woman to the bathroom. Though his fears quickly faded as he watched you swing open the door to one of the balconies. Watching you disappear for a moment, he felt himself stall. Should he even bother you? He thought for a moment until his body moved on its own. Going straight for the balcony.

The cool air brushed against his face as he opened the door, followed by the faint smell of something sweet in the air. Vanilla, it must have been your perfume. There you were, leaning against the balcony. You looked up from your phone, giving him that same smirk you gave inside. He offered one back, shutting the door behind him. Moving to stand next to you, leaning against the railing.

“Now…what’s one of the top heroes in Japan doing following a girl like me around?” You were the one to speak first, a little tease in your voice that made you giggle at yourself. “You know…I’m only in the high teens for rankings. You could do better.” You smiled once again.

Hawks didn’t say anything at first, frankly because he didn’t even know you were a hero. He had been so out of touch with others, it made him a bit upset at first. Though, the teasing nature you were putting on made it better. You weren’t bitter, in fact you were making fun of yourself. He didn’t care for that, he didn’t care where you sat in the rankings. “Better? Please, you’re gorgeous. Don’t think otherwise. Plus, don’t care about rankings.” He said back, now flashing a smile of his own.

It made you smile, shaking your head back and forth a little. “Ahh, there’s that smooth talking the tabloids always mention.” You flashed your eyes at him, chuckling a little to yourself. However, you noticed he didn’t laugh this time. He more looked away from you, gripping the railing tight in his hands. Your eyebrow raised slightly, nudging into him. “Hey, I’m only joking, ya know?” To tried to break the tension a little.

Hawks knew he shouldn’t have been upset, but those damn papers…the rumors are just going to follow him around everywhere. Even among other heroes. “Nah, it’s not that kid. I know you are it’s just…all those stories? They aren’t me. Never been me…hell I couldn’t even tell you the last time I went on a date. Let alone taken someone home.” He shook his head a bit, moving to rub the back of his neck. “I work too much to even think about those things, only reason I’m here is because of my employees shoving me out the door. Andddd…I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. God, I’m sorry.”

You placed a hand on his, it made him jump a bit but you kept it there. “Don’t be sorry. I get it, not that I’m in the news like you are? But I get being watched, rumors being told about you. No one should have to deal with that.” You rubbed his hand a little bit before smirking at him. “You deserve to be rid of all that kind of nonsense, to just be you. Not have to worry about what the next thing is said about you that you can’t control.” You turned to really face him, get a good look at his face. “Next time, give them something to really talk about. Something that you’ve done that is true.”

He doesn’t know what it was about you, but in the short amount of time speaking…it felt like you knew him for him. Not as Hawks the number two hero. That you knew he wanted to be known for things he did that were true, not whatever the public wanted to make up about him. He didn’t know what came over him, but then he found himself leaning into you. A hand placed on your hip to pull you forward, wings instinctively wrapping around both of you before he pressed his lips against yours. It was intense, it was passionate. It was something that words couldn’t describe. It was all of his thoughts and emotions poured into a kiss, a kiss with a stranger no less.

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss. Your tongue coming to brush his lower lip so he could open his mouth a little. Your tongues met, dancing around each other. Until you finally broke the kiss off, moving a thumb to wipe some off your lipgloss off the corner of his mouth. You chuckled as he went to pull you back, but you put a finger against his plump lips. “I thought this wasn’t you, pretty bird.” You said with a sly smirk.

The praise went straight to his head, making his wings twitch a little before he unwrapped them. He chuckled himself, shaking his head a little. “You must have some lust quirk, you’re kind of hard to resist.” He joked before you laughed almost too loudly. He shook his head once again, before a thought crossed his mind. “Want to make a rumor?” He asked with a cherisher smile. Which you returned to him.

Just because the shutterbugs weren’t allowed inside, doesn’t mean they weren’t stalking the outside. So when the number two hero came out, the cameras flashed brightly. However, when you were following behind Hawks with his hand in yours? The paparazzi went wild. No one had ever gotten a picture with Hawks and a woman before. Everyone was basically fighting over the angle to get the best shot of the pair of you. A rumor that Hawks started that was true, he was with a woman and taking her home.

Once you got back to Hawks penthouse? You were actually hit with what was about to happen. You were with the number two hero, in his home. Plus, the rumors that will happen tomorrow? You knew when you got back to your agency that everyone there was going to bombard you with questions. What happens will happen at this point, who were you to question it.

What you weren’t expecting was how nervous Hawks actually seemed, when he said this wasn’t like him? He wasn’t lying. He seemed a little tense, almost uncomfortable. It’s probably been such a long time since he has done anything remotely like this, he didn’t seem to know what to do at first. If anything, you were going to make sure he was okay. He was comfortable. Instead of coming on to strong, you walked up to him slowly. Letting your hands trail his arm lightly before letting your fingers slip into his hand. “We go at your pace. If you don’t want to do anything? We can talk…watch a movie? Anything you like, you name it.”

That made him feel a little better, letting you ground him for a moment. He never had anyone read him so well, keep him from floating to high. You were captivating, different from any other woman he met. You weren’t trying to jump him, weren’t trying to make him do anything. You were going along with what he wanted to do. He’s never had a person like you in his life, in the moment he never wanted to let you go. With a nod of his head, he led you to his bedroom. It was pretty bare for someone who had so much money, but truth be told? He only ever came home to sleep, he didn’t actually care for material things. The only thing in his bedroom that could attest to his wealth? Was his extraordinary large bed, of course he would need something to accommodate his wings.

You just smiled lightly at him, moving to run your hands against his chest. His eyes watching you made you feel intimidated but you loved it. As your fingers slipped under the material of his shirt, he took it upon himself to strip himself of it. His body was carved by the gods, his tanned skin looked amazing. You took it upon yourself to undo his belt, letting the object hit the floor before bringing his jeans down. To your surprise, he was already hard in his boxers. Goosebumps littered his skin as you slipped his boxers down. Once he stepped out of them, you backed him up to the bed. Letting him get comfortable sitting before you stripped yourself of your clothing. The small dress that was barely covering your body hit the floor and Hawks couldn’t take his eyes off of you. How your skin looked so smooth, how plump your thighs looked together. Perfect in his eyes. But when his hands went to touch you, you moved them away. Favoring dropping to your knees between his thighs.

“No no…this isn’t about me right now.” You said in the sweetest voice he ever thought he heard. You wanted to please him, something that was almost foreign to Hawks. He was always doing things for others and never getting anything in return. Somewhere deep down, he thought that you must have known that. He almost felt bad, about to say he wanted to make you feel good. But when the flat of your tongue ran up the underneath of his hard shaft? All those thoughts went out the door. Your tongue was hot against his skin, it made his cock twitch. The way your tongue swirled against his head, made him leak a bit of precum.

Your lips wrapped around his tip, giving it a teasing suckle. Hawks head hung backwards in pleasure, making you hum around his head. The way his thighs tensed up made you more excited. Letting inch by inch of his cock slip into the warm walls of your mouth, then you moved your hand to the base of his shaft. Whatever part of his cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth and throat was being stroked by your soft hands. It had been so long since Hawks experienced pleasure like this, it was making his whole body twitch at this point. Rocking his hips upward to feel you take down more of his cock. Bringing his head back up, he looked down to watch you. A blush creeping over his nose as he watched you bat your pretty lashes up at him.

“Fuck…don’t you look pretty sucking my cock- shit baby…” He said almost breathlessly, bringing a hand to hold some of your hair back. Seeing how slick his cock was coming out of your mouth, only to disappear back into it. God, you were addictive. The way some tears gathered in your lash-line, to the way you didn’t stop stroking him. But the most beautiful thing about you was the way you never took your eyes off him. Making sure that he was enjoying this as much as he was. As he watched you pull of his cock to move to suck on his balls a little, he groaned low. Reaching down to pull your face away from them. Taking his cock in his free hand before letting your face go. “Open.” Is all he said.

You took a breath after leaving his balls, watching the way he was stroking his own cock in front of your eyes before opening your mouth for him. Sticking your tongue out without being told too. The feeling of Hawks slapping his cock on your tongue a few times made you smirk slightly. He smirked back himself, leaning down to pull you up. His voice a little horse before pulling you into his lap. “Anymore? I’ll fold, I want you to feel good before that.”

Even though he hadn’t touched you yet, he could feel how wet your cunt was against his shaft once he pulled you into his lap. God, you were fucking perfect. He held you up with one arm, using his other hand to line his cock up to your slit. But before pulling you down, he looked at your face to make sure you were okay with this. Instead of speaking, you leaned forward to lock your lips with his. Moaning into the kiss as you felt his tongue dance around with yours, feeling his want on his tongue. He lowered you down, letting his cock split you in two as he slowly bullied inch by inch into you. The feeling of you shaking against him, made him hold onto you tighter. Peppering kisses against your neck to distract you from the stretch. He knew he was large, knew that it takes a bit to get used too.

Once you finally settled fully down on his cock, your nails were digging into his shoulders. A shaking breath escaping your lips before you started to move up and down on his cock. You were so wet that you were sliding up and down with ease, the sound of skin hitting skin was ringing in the room. Your walls fluttering around his shaft with every bounce you made down on his cock. Hawks ended up moving on of his hands onto your ass, gripping it righting to gain leverage. Moving you up and down on his shaft at a pace that was making you see stars. Each drag of his cock was hitting your g-spot so well that you were dripping down his cock. Your breathy moans so close to his ear, it made his body feel like it was on fire.

Without thinking, your mind being to clouded by lust your hands started to move. Hawks ended up thrusting his hips up a little to sharp, your gripped onto one of his wings. The moan that escaped Hawks, plus the way his whole body shook shocked you slightly. Moving your face from his neck, you looked at him.

His lip was between his teeth, grip tightening on your ass and hip before he just barely cracked an eye open to look at you. “Hurt?” You questioned him, loosening your grip in his wing. But he shook his head.

“N-No…felt so good…touch them again.” He said, but he wasn’t demanding it. It was like he was pleading for you to do it again. So that’s exactly what you did, carding both hands into his wings. It made him shake so hard, burying his face into the crook of your neck before both his hands were on your ass. Holding you so hard that he was moving you up and down with his sheer strength. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. His wings quivering in your hands while his cock throbbed in your walls. It was like he was a new person, not someone trying to be gentle with you like he was at first. You moved your hands more towards the base of his wings, right were they were coming out of his back. This made him almost scream out in pleasure, thrusting into you harder and deeper than before. “That’s it! Fuck fuck fuck…gonna make me fucking cum Angel.”

You were just as close as he was, digging your nails into his wings before you felt your cunt clench around him. “Cum…cum! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You were now yelling, feeling yourself tighten around him one more time before you fell over the edge. Your body shaking and quivering in his arms as you left a white ring around the base of his cock.

At the feeling of you clenching around his cock, he quickly flipped you over. Your back hitting the bed as he gave three more deep thrusting before spilling inside of you. Panting over you before pushing himself fully inside your walls, holding himself there. He was looking down at your twitching body, the trembling you were doing before leaning down to kiss you. This kiss was different thought, it was slow. It had emotion behind it, you both could feel it. As he took a shallow breath, he finally pulled out of you. Watching his spent leak out of you before moving up behind you. He took you into his arms, pulling your back to his chest. Laying there, neither of you said anything. Just basking in the glory of the after glow, while Hawks never let you go. It was sweet, both of you drifted off to sleep soon after.

The sun was shining bright against Hawks face, making him squint a little before flipping over. As his hand spread out against his sheets, he felt the lack of warmth next to him. Opening his eyes, he noticed that you weren’t there anymore. Taking a moment to listen, to feel with the feathers he left all over his penthouse, he knew you weren’t there anymore. He sighed, sitting himself up for a moment. He didn’t even get your name, let alone your number. How did he not at least get that? As he rubbed his face with his hands, he noticed a note placed on the nightstand next to his bed. He grabbed it quickly to read it.

“𝐻𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓈. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝐻𝒶𝓌𝓀𝓈.”

You didn’t leave your name or your number. But Hawks always had a way of finding people. That’s what exactly what he was going to do. He was going to find you because how could he let the most perfect girl slip through his fingers.

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Found this unintentional Hawks reference ring on SHEIN, so cute I bought a couple. It says only size 8 but they are all a little different when they arrived so thankfully some fit a little better ❤️🥰

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Corpse Bride AU

Dabi x Fem reader

(Colored this meself👰🏽‍♀️)

You left your betrothed at the alter.

When his family proposed the marriage, you wanted to decline but were persuaded by your parents for the money. As the days led up to the grand wedding, the more your anxiety prickled your skin. You lost sleep thinking about how much your life was going to change; you would move to their house, his parents would become yours, you’d be expected to play the perfect married life and eventually even have children with him. This wouldn’t be a bad future with someone you loved but you barely knew him! You had learnt of his surname just last week…

The day of the wedding, your anxiety had seemingly snowballed into a great pain in your stomach. It was such a nuisance that getting into your traditional and uncomfortable wear was almost impossible without help. “Just breathe in and out. This is the beginning of your new life, a new adventure, just think about all the possibilities!” Your maid beside you advised, you both stood in front of the church’s doors. The organ played your cue, your maid pushed the doors opened with a strong thrust. A million eyes descended upon you. Your stomach ached in response. You managed to lift your leg to take a step forward then another tentative step.

‘Just keep looking towards your future. He must be just as nervous as you.’ You told yourself, another step. “Pfft…” Your head snapped towards one of the aisles, two girls slightly younger than you were giggling to themselves as they stared at you. ‘Great…’ “Hush up!” A much older woman, maybe their mother, hushed them. They obeyed immediately. Despite the more respectful silence, your heart still pounded wildly. Did you look ok? Was there a stain on your dress? Has your makeup smudged? What were they laughing at?! Your anxiety and anger were mixing in your mind. The fake smile you wore on your face was seemingly getting heavier and heavier with each step towards the alter. Your groom, your future husband, was standing at the alter with a mix of boredom and annoyance fitted on his face. This is will be the 3rd time you’ve spoken to him. The marriage was arranged by both your parents and by the way the groom looked at you, it wasn’t hard to see he wasn’t excited for this either. This man is your future husband, the man you’ll be spending the rest of your life with… mother and your future husband would never approve of a divorce regardless of the circumstances. This will be the man you’ll grow old with… “Hurry up.” A harsh whisper came from your right, your mother was scowling at you. You picked up the pace to the alter and stood in front of your husband. You could feel his eyes staring right at your chest. Your anxiety again prickled at your skin, if it was any other man, you would’ve gave him a harsh talking to.

“We are gathered together today to witness the joining of two individuals. Under the lord’s grace, these two individuals will not only be making a vow between themselves but with the lord as well.” The priest began. You could barely hear him as the warmth of the room was making you sweat in your large wedding gown.

“Would the bride and groom like to say any words?” The priest asked, your husband nodded his head and grabbed a piece of paper that was hidden in his jacket. He cleared his throat and began.

“My dearest, (F/N) (mispronounced L/N),” You flushed in embarrassment as the crowd looked to one another. “I thought the bride’s name was (F/N) (L/N)?” You heard one say. The priest leaned over to his ear. “Her surname is actually (L/N).” He corrected, your husband scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Does it matter? She’ll be taking my surname in a few minutes.” He huffed, an awkward silence hushed the room. It was obvious to you that temperature was getting higher and higher in that room. He cleared his throat again.

“My dearest, (F/N) (L/N), your beauty and grace are comparable to none. The minute I saw you was the moment I knew I would spending the rest of my life with you…” He squinted his eyes at the paper. “The lord will bless our marriage like you’ll bless my life as my soon to be wife. You will serve me as my eternal wife as not even death will do us part?” He squinted at the paper again and groaned before crumbling the piece of paper and shoved it back into his pocket. Even in heaven you would be his wife?! You glanced back at your mother, she caught your eyes and made a smiling gesture with her hands. You didn’t even notice you stopped smiling…

“Would the bride saw anything?” You shook your head, you didn’t feel like giving the speech you had already prepared, you wanted to go home. You already felt humiliated already. This wedding was nothing like the one you had pictured as a little girl.

“A-Alright then. Mr. Parrish, please say the vows of marriage.” The priest placed down two cups of wine and three candles onto the podium. The priest lit the tallest of the three candles. You and your groom picked up the two unlit candles for yourselves. The candle yet foreign and heavy in your hand. You swore you were close to dropping it with how sweaty your hands were getting.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. You cup will never empty for I will be your wine. With this candle-“ He placed his unlit candle to the priest’s. The candle did not light, he sighed then placed it again. It did not light.

“The candle’s wick seems to be defective. Trade with me.” He harshly whispered to you. You looked between him and the priest. “Is that allowed?” You asked, the murmuring from the church goers had gotten louder. “I suppose the bride and groom can switch candles if the groom’s does not light.” Your groom was frustrated, he snatched your candle from your hand and slammed his onto the podium. The priest seemed to also be getting frustrated. “I suggest you remember how to behave yourself, Mr. Parrish. I won’t be approving of a marriage if the groom cannot behave himself like a gentleman.” Your groom sighed and slicked back his hair. “I apologize.” You picked up the candle from the podium.

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness,” He lit the candle in his hands, he used his to light yours. “With this ring-“ He rummaged through his pocket, a sudden look of confusion flashed on his face. He switched to his other pockets then started to look at the ground. “I’ve lost it!” He exclaimed, the crowd gasped. Both mothers ran up to the podium, “Can we do the ceremony without it?” His mother whispered, the priest sighed.

“I’ll be approving of the marriage when the groom can find the ring.” Your mother ran back and faced the crowd. “Help us find the ring!!” The crowd immediately jumped up from their seats and started searching the ground and sets for it. Going through the chaos, you decided you needed some air. You sneak and crossed the church’s doors for the second time today. The air just outside of the church was like nothing you’ve ever breathed before, the air was cool and fresh, it felt good. You took the time to pay attention to your surroundings, the lonesome area around the church was peaceful. Nothing but grass that led up to the forest’s edge. You wandered farther and farther from the church, taking the occasional glance back to see if anyone was paying attention to you. You reached to the forest’s edge, the green grass was interrupted by the forest’s grassless ground. You looked back to church and saw the chaos was still in full swing. You would deal with being in trouble later, you really couldn’t picture yourself going back there again. Maybe your families could finish the ceremony in one of the estates?

The trees obscured the sun’s rays making the forest cool and darkened. Your wedding dress in your eyes started to appear light blue instead of the traditional white. You found the forest relaxing. You stopped in your tracks when you saw something that didn’t match the rest of the forest, a thick oak tree that served as a stark contrast to the numerous thin and tall trees surrounding it. You found a perfect spot under it and it was surprisingly comfortable to sit on the tree’s roots. Your dress could always be cleaned afterwards. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out. The forest was silent besides the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. The atmosphere was tempting you to relax yourself even more by making you want to take off the stuffy dress. Imagining your mother finding you relaxed and half naked under this tree made you giggle. ‘But what would they say?!!’ You swore it was her catchphrase. You turned your head when something caught your eye. A root that laced through the ground, it had a stub pointing out of the ground, it looked like a finger. You went closer to it, you reached into your dress’s sleeve and pulled out the ring that caused the chaos in the church. Your groom dropped it outside of the church and you wanted to give it back to him at the alter but…. You squatted down and slid the ring onto the stub and stifled a laugh. “With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” You finished the vows, the silence of the forest was the only reply you heard. “You know it’s not very traditional for the bride to slip the ring onto the groom.” You chuckled but it quickly died in your throat when you noticed that the forest was silent. Dead silent. You couldn’t hear the birds or the squirrels in the distance. Matching this new creepy atmosphere, the surrounding forest was turning from a pale blue to a midnight black.

Crack!

You snapped your head back and your jaw hit the floor, the ‘root’ was moving on its own! It was tearing itself out of the ground. The moving ‘root’ was connected to something even bigger deeper in the ground. The ground was opening up right in front of you. Was this an ‘earthquake’? You had heard some of the adventures of sailors where they went to new lands where ‘earthquakes’ were common occurrence. Large pieces of ground ripped open, reaching towards yo. You jumped up but caught yourself on your own dress and fell back. You opened your eyes, two legs were in front of you, was this a man from the wedding? Your eyes trailed up the pair of legs that stood in the ground and then your blood turned cold.

“I’ve never been one for traditions.” The figure stepped in front of you and leaned down. A man with blue skin was staring into your eyes, his skin wasn’t just blue but also had purple patches stapled into it. It had reminded you of the dead hairless cat you found as a small child, you never forgot the look of rotten skin. The man wore a groom’s suit, blue, matching his skin. “I do.” The man smiled manically.

[ama-kuu]

Keigo doesn’t like it when he can’t see your face while the two of you are intimate. He loves watching your every reaction to his touch, the way your mouth contorts in pure sensuality when his nails dig into your skin, often trying but failing to hold back your moans. Or how your eyes overflow with tears every time he goes too far with the teasing — for which he’s always sorry, but also a little excited.

One night, however, when you suddenly felt all brave and curious, you chose to entrap your man with a slightly different proposal from what you're used to, for once just lying down in front of him with your pretty butt on full display. A silent, but very obvious invitation.

You had no idea where that was going to lead to, though.

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Keigo is completely losing it, panting heavily against the back of your neck, lips parted and eyes shut tightly as he pounds you from behind, forcing your stomach deep into the mattress with every thrust. "Keigo—!" you cry out, dizzy, pleasure choking your sore throat, and the man is so possessed he doesn't even register the slight panic in your tone. He's beside himself with frenzy. And it’s all your fault.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/N," he groans, just barely able to avoid his voice from cracking. He lowers his head further down into the crook of your neck, messily latching on any part of your skin his lips can find. You didn't think it was possible, but somehow he manages to pick up the pace even more.

"K-Keigo I— shit, s-slow down!"

He doesn't hear you. Can't hear you. There's just this high-pitched, white noise growing higher and louder in his mind, leaving him deaf to your desperate calls for attention. Later, he will apologize for it a thousand times, or however many times you will find suitable, but right now, he's too far gone.

The blond holds his breath, caging you underneath his working body with strong arms. He’s got a firm hand on your hip to keep you right where he needs you to be, his ruffled wings waving in synch with you for leverage.

Honestly, he didn't think this would feel so good.

Between breathy curses and sloppy kisses, it's the way how Keigo's chest and abdomen continuously rub against your arched back that eventually sends the both of you over the edge. It makes you feel incredibly hot and so damn close to each other, and apart from all the lewd stuff, it is really the comfort of such closeness that allows you to just let yourself go and fall into the abyss of rapture. Together.

As you cry out your lover’s name one last time, Keigo empties himself deep inside your core, rope after rope, never once letting go of your squirming body — not until the waves of his intense release subside.

A single feather lands beside you, its soft filaments caressing your burning cheek along the way, and it comes to rest on the back of your hand, still trembling from how tightly you had to cling to the sheets.

"Kei..." you mumble into the fabric, catching the soft feather between your fingertips.

You're heavy — is what you want to tell him, since you find it hard to breathe underneath his weight, but the words don't come out. Instead, you find yourself savoring the moment of your worn-out boyfriend panting in your ear, completely spent and exhausted as he lies on top of you, not ready to part just yet.

But the sweet, whispered row of apologies follows soon after. Of course it does, because Keigo is the last person to forget whenever he’s been a bit too much to handle for his pretty babybird. So he props himself up, turning you to face him, and showers you with a bunch of soothing kisses to make up for any kind of discomfort he might have caused you. It’s the least he could do, right? After all, as a hero, it’s his duty to make sure you’re properly taken care of.

[ama-kuu]

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[ama-kuu]

Say, for your mafia!dabihawks au, they take turns having darling cockwarm them while they do mundane work. (i.e. one day it's Dabi's turn, and the next day it's Hawks' turn) What are they like on their respective turns?

♡ Paperwork ♡

(A/N: I can totally see them doing this!! They just like to mess with their darling 😔😔 But I hope you like this!! I’ve never really written a cockwarming type of fic before so hopefully it’s okay!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, MAFIA AU, NSFW, penetration, cockwarming, teasing

Summary: Dabi and Keigo like to make you cockwarm then while they do paperwork (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader x Yan!Hawks)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

Series Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Dabi and Keigo always wanted to be close to you. That was quite obvious, they even made you sit in their laps while they discussed things with their underlings although, you always ear plugs in though so you were completely unaware of what they were talking about. So it wasn’t exactly unusual they wanted to have you close to them while they did mundane things like paperwork. Although they liked to have you extremely close to them. Today was Keigo’s turn.

“Y/n~” Keigo coos, stilling read through the paperwork. “Baby, you’re so tense, you have to relax more” He says, feeling how stiff you are against him, clearly trying to feel comfortable while sitting on his cock. You try to relax against his chest only to be shocked back up by an unexpected thrust from Keigo.

He lowly chuckles at your reaction and sudden squeak at the new feeling. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it while you were being so cute” Keigo mumbles against your skin, noticing the way you inhale sharply up at his words.

He loves making you flustered. How could he not? You just look so cute and pretty while cockwarming him. He couldn’t help but mess with you a little! You were already nervous and embarrassed anyways. You relax against Keigo’s shoulder, trying to relax even though you feel full. Although it gets better the more you sit there, unless Keigo wants thrust into you again.

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The next day was Dabi’s turn. Unlike Keigo, Dabi tended to let his want for you take over. Often he would make you cockwarm him for a while until he was finished with work which then he would begin to actually fuck you, fed up with just having been inside you without moving,

“I’m not done yet, sweets, stop wiggling” Dabi mumbles directly into your ear, making your skin erupt into goosebumps. You could practically hear him getting slightly frustrated. He tends to be a bit impatient. “I- I’m sorry, I’m just getting some cramps” you mumble, you did feel sort of stiff from staying in this position for so long.

“Hmm, don’t worry, I’ll be getting you out of this position soon” Dabi says, even from your head resting on his shoulder you can hear his slight smile on his face. You arch your back slightly into his touch as he brings his hand to the small of your back. He wasn’t exactly finished yet, but fuck it. He could finish the paperwork later.

You don’t even have time to think before you’re pushed up against he desk. Your back now on the desk as well as the paperwork he was previously working on. Dabi leans closer to you, tilting your chin up to him.

“What’d ya’ say, doll, should we have some alone time or invite Keigo in?”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[ama-kuu]

Princess in a Shithole Part One

Hey everyone! Long time no see....been really busy with work and also had some writer's blockade. I'll try to post more regularly but I won't promise anything. Anyways, this is not a One Piece fit but MHA. Been trying to write something for Toya for a long time now but it's really difficult for me to write for him. Please let me know if you liked it. Thanks!

Warnings: quirkless AU, kidnapping, threat of death, threat of violence, abuse, blood, mild cursing

Pairing: (Todoroki Touya) Dabi x female reader

Word count: 3.3k

The cold dirty tiles of the old bathroom are like ice against your skin. The ammoniac smell of urine from the brown toilet next to you is clouding your senses and your stomach is revolting. You would throw up again if there was anything left in your stomach beside the stomach acid which has been burning your throat and mouth ever since the second time you emptied your belly’s contents on the floor in front of you.

The thin nightgown you’re wearing is doing next to nothing to shield you from the cold of this shit and urine covered square room with the flickering neon lights on the ceiling. You wish you still had the blind folds on so you didn’t have to look at the disgusting picture which is presenting itself to you but unfortunately, they took it off. 

The rope binding your hands behind your back is tight; no matter how much you struggle against your restraints they won’t budge an inch. Your legs are free but you have long given up on trying to get out of here since the door is locked from the outside. So, you submitted to your fate and sat back down on the only clean spot in this entire room which sadly happens to be the spot right next to the stinking toilet. 

You rest your head against the white tiles behind you at the wall and look at the locked door with tired eyes. You have no idea how long you’ve already been here. It could be hours, it could be days. The only thing you remember is when you went to bed, texting your parents good night and soon after falling asleep. Next thing you know you’re trapped inside this hellhole. 

If they know you’re gone? Maybe if you haven’t contacted them for long enough. Will they be worried once they find out? Probably. You’ve always had a pretty good relationship with your parents so it gives you some sort of comfort that they will probably start looking for you. But it also gives you anxiety knowing that they will most likely worry sick. You don’t want them to be worried about you. 

A sudden metallic noise disrupts your thoughts and your eyes focus on the big metal door on the other side of the bathroom. A key is being turned three times until the door slams open and gives view to one person standing in the door frame.

You instinctively press your body against the wall behind you and try to make yourself as small as possible but there is no way for you to hide. You hold your breath as the person enters the room, grimacing at the foul smell. 

“Look who’s awake.” The tall man says amused but he can’t quite hide the fact that the stinking smell also gets to him. You press your lips together and stare at him, desperately trying not to cry even though you really want to burst out in tears and beg him to let you go. 

“Had a good night’s rest, princess?” he asak, slowly stalking over to you, his heavy combat boots echoing through the small room and the hallway behind the open door. Maybe you could make a run for it…

Your eyes dart over to the open door for a split second but that’s enough for the man to smirk at you tauntingly. 

“Wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He says as he stops in front of you, crouching down to come somewhat eye level with you sitting form. His black hair is messy, standing up in all directions. There is a hint of white in between the black strands but maybe it’s just the light. He has piercing blue eyes which makes a shiver run down your entire body. His nose and ears are pierced and as far as you can see there are tattoos covering his neck which seem to at least extend to both his hands since both of them are covered as well. 

“It’s impolite to stare at people, princess.” He comments in a husky voice; you can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his breath and also his dark blue coat omits the same smell. In response you press your lips together tighter, not trusting your own voice. 

“It’s okay, you can talk. Not gunna kill you if you do. Need you alive, y’know.” He chuckles at you shocked expression. Apparently, you haven’t even thought about the possibility he might kill you. Cute. 

“W-who are you?” your voice sounds not as broken as you thought but it’s still far from sounding confident. 

“None of ya business, princess.” He replies and, as expected, pulls out a pack if cigarettes, pops one between his lips before he lights it up with some old lighter. He blows the toxic smoke right at you and you cough. A huff leaves his lips at your reaction and holds the glowing stick right in your face, his one brow is raised.

“You want a drag?” he asks and you vehemently shake your head. 

The man simply shrugs and inhales the smoke himself again before slowly blowing it your way once more. His turquoise eyes watch you intently as you try to squirm away.

“Hope you feel comfortable.” He says as he slowly gets up again, the rustling of his clothes fills out your ears. 

“Cause you’re gunna stay here a little longer.” He turns around and walks back towards the door.

“Wait!” you yell and he turns around surprised. “For what?” he flips the half-smoked cigarette into a corner but his eyes stay on you. 

“Don’t leave me here!” you plea. The man looks at you impassively. 

“It smells so bad!” you add, this time a little quieter but you manage to keep eye contact with him. 

For a while, there is silence between the two of you and you have the slight hope that he shows mercy on you and takes you to another room. Your hopes raise higher when he slowly comes back to you. With big eyes you watch as he leans down to you and grabs your chin between his fingers. His face comes uncomfortably close to yours until your noses almost touch. You hold your breath as his eyes seem to bore into your soul. 

“Too bad, princess.” Chills cover your entire body at his cold voice and your face turns pale.

You can’t do anything but watch as he gets up again, makes his way back to the door and closes it with a loud noise behind him. Now, you’re alone again.

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The next time he comes he brings you a water bottle. He is still wearing the same clothes as before so you assume he is also staying here, probably hiding from the police. It kind of gives you some satisfaction knowing he can’t move freely either. 

He crouches down in front of you and stares at you for a while. You uncomfortably shift under his eyes and look away, feeling nervous with this blunt stare. Once he seems satisfied, he unscrews the cap from the bottle and places the opening at your mouth. Slowly, you part your lips and he lets you drink. Just now you realize how thirsty you really are and you can’t get enough of the cold liquid. 

He pulls the bottle away from time to time to give you time to take a breath but he lets you empty everything. Now, that you have drank you also realize how hungry you are. Pleadingly you look up at him. “Can I eat something?” you ask, voice sounding hoarse. 

“That’s all you get.” He simply replies. He tosses the empty bottle to the side and gets back up, ready to leave you alone again. 

“Please! Just a little! I’m starving!” you beg, desperation clearly audible in your tone. He looks at you for a moment but then wordlessly leaves the room yet again, leaving you behind in this stink hole. 

“Asshole!” you yell but either he doesn’t hear it or he doesn’t care. Probably the latter.

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It feels as if your stomach is eating itself; the cramps of your hunger are almost unbearable and you desperately want to eat something. You have looked around the small bathroom and see if there is anything – really anything – edible around here but to no avail. He hasn’t come back to give you something to drink either so dehydration is also adding to your misery. And to top it all off you still have no idea what he actually wants. 

You also haven’t really slept in what feels like forever; the bright light of the flickering neon lights is preventing you from falling asleep. Every time you close your eyes you see his intense scare at that and your eyes snap open almost immediately. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed in front of him that you’re sure that, if you make it out of this alive, these eyes will haunt you for the rest of your life. 

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When he finally comes back you’re slumped against the wall, eyes half-open with huge, dark bags underneath them, your chapped lips are slightly apart, and there is dried blood on your wrists from all the times you so desperately tried to free yourself.

You don’t know if it’s pity or not when he rudely grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. Not used to standing anymore, your knees immediately give in and you would’ve hit the floor if it wasn’t for his strong hold. 

“C’mon, princess. Don’t have all day. I need you to do something for me.” He says and you let yourself drag him with you out of this shit hole. Your eyes are strictly staring in front of you on the ground, not daring to look up at him. But what you can make out from the corners of your eyes is that this entire building seems to be an old factory which has been abandoned for many, many years. 

He leads you to the middle of the big room which you can only guess must’ve been the warehouse. There is an old chair standing in the middle and a camera set placed right in front of it. You know what he expects you to do. You want to say no, want to kick him and tell him to fuck himself but your body obeys his order when he pushes you on the chair. 

“If you play along, I’ll might give you somethin’ to eat.” He says in a casual tone as he lights a cigarette between his lips. Disgusted but defeated you look at him as he places himself behind the camera and grabs some pieces of paper on which he has scribbled something – your script.

“Let’s practice this and get it over with. The sooner we’re done the sooner we’re all gonna be on our marry ways.” He lifts the first piece of paper up and looks at you expectantly, his cigarette still between his lips. 

“Action.” 

It feels like there is a lump in your throat and no matter how much you swallow it won’t go away. Your lips are parted but no word wants to leave your mouth and you watch in horror how his face contorts to an angry grimace. 

“Thought I made myself clear.” He says slowly. Your choked breathing and your hammering heart in your chest make it really difficult for you to think straight. 

“Sorry…!” you press out, suddenly fully awake and not one bit tired anymore. 

“Read. Or I’ll have to help you.” In any other circumstances you would’ve appreciated some help but you have a vague idea what “help” means in this situation and you absolutely don’t want him to come anywhere near you. 

“Action.”

“I-I’m L/n Y/n and I’m currently being held hostage.” You start reading. As you read, the entire situation comes crashing down on you. Thinking these words is one thing but actually speaking them out loud another. A long sob cuts you off and you can’t help but start crying. 

“Please! Let me leave!” you beg him, tears blurring your vision. He remains silent and besides your silent pleas and sobs there is no other sound. You don’t even realize how he turns on the camera and simply films you. 

“Please let me leave, I will do anything! I can give you money, if that’s what you want!” you try to bargain but he does not answer. “But please, let me go home!” 

Then, he starts moving but not without taking the camera out of its stand and holding it right in your face. “Please!” 

A loud scream leaves your mouth when you see him pull out a long knife from his pocket. You shake like a tree in the wind and more and more tears pour over your face. The man almost gently caresses your neck with the sharp blade, filming everything with his other hand. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whisper, fear oozing out of every pore of your body. The pointy tip bores right into the juncture between your throat and your head until a small drop of blood runs down your skin. 

“Please don’t kill me.”

Satisfied, he turns off the camera and puts the knife away. 

“Good job, princess. Better than expected.” He chuckles and turns around, placing the camera back on its stand. 

“Bet we can use this little clip.” 

True to his word he gives you some chocolate chip bread and an apple. Since he doesn’t want to feed you he decides to untie your hands but he remains close by just in case you try something funny.

The freedom you suddenly feel with your hands free takes some of the stress from before off of you. You rub the bruised skin on your wrists but wince every time your finger touches the bloody bruises. 

You eat the bread quietly, eyes looking down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with the man at all cost. He, on the other hand, is leaning against a pillar, arms crossed in front of his chest and not leaving you out of his sight. You’re kind of grateful that he hasn’t locked you in this stinking bathroom again but it is only a matter of time until he will drag you back. 

The sudden ringing of a phone has you look up at him. Without taking his eyes off you he fishes it out of his pocket and answers it.

“What?” He answers.

“Yeah, got the tape. Not what we had planned but it’s even better. Started crying like a baby.” At the mention of you crying he smirks at you and the tears start dwelling up again. 

“When you gunna pick us up?” now, you listen up. Pick us up?

“’kay. But don’t leave me waitin’ for too long. This place gives me hives.” 

With that, he ends the call and drops his phone back in his pocket.

“Good news, princess. We’re gunna change locations tomorrow.” He informs you as he pushed himself off the pillar. 

“Only one more night in your little room.” He slowly strides over towards you and you instinctively get up and take a few steps back. His eyes widen a little in surprise but he continues to walk towards you, slowly cornering you against a wall as you keep backing away. 

“No.” you say quietly but firmly as he stops right in front of you, your back against the cold wall. 

“No?” he inquires, amusement swinging in his voice. 

“No!” you confirm. “I will not go back into this room!” you announce, earning yourself a chuckle from the taller male.

“Yeah, you don’t get a say in this, princess.” He reaches out for your arm but you slap his hand away. 

“I will NOT go back into this room!” you stay your ground and lift your chin in fake confidence. He seems impressed by your action and you feel a small victory but he immediately takes this victory away from you as he grabs your throat with an iron grip and slams you against the wall. All the air is pressed out from your lungs and you see stars for a moment. 

The confidence you have just felt vanishes as he presses his body against yours, his sharp nails digging into your skin and his other hand presses the knife from before into your stomach. Fear paralyses your body and you can’t do anything but stare up at him wide eyed, lips parted and gasping for air.

“You gunna slap my hand away again, princess?” he whispers into your ear, voice cold as ice. You’re shaking as the knife presses further and further into your stomach and you only wait for your skin to break. 

“Yeah, thought so. Now turn around and let me tie your hands back together. And just cause I’m such a nice guy Ima give you a warning. Don’t mess around or I’ll kill you. I don’t care if we still need you. If you get on my nerves one more time I will personally slit this pretty throat of yours and send your dead body right back to your mommy and daddy.”

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You couldn’t sleep at all, always wondering when he would come back. You can still feel the knife pressing against your body, robbing you of every last bit of hope you’ve still had of coming out of this alive. You’re pretty sure that he and his friends want money but you’re not so sure anymore that, if they get the money, they will let you simply leave. Given your captor’s warning yesterday you can also imagine him simply cashing in on the money and either kill you or leave you somewhere to die. 

The door opens and you flinch away. The dried tears on your cheeks itch a little as you press your eyes shut in order not to look at him. Determined, he crosses the short distance and grabs you, pulling you back up to your feet and dragging you out of the bathroom for the last time. Neither of you says a word as he brings you back to the big warehouse where he sits you down again on the chair. You watch him look through a black bag and pull out what seems to be a sac and another rope. 

“Is this really necessary?” you meekly ask but him pulling the sac over your head and fixing it with the rope around your neck is answer enough. Defeated, you let your head hang low and simply sit there, waiting for whatever happens next.

It doesn’t take long until you hear the sound of a car coming closer. At first, you have the hopes that it might be the police who found you but these hopes are crushed when you hear two voices talking, one of them being your captor’s voice. Silently, you start crying again.

You don’t protest, you don’t make a scene when one of them grabs you again and leads you towards the running vehicle. 

“Get in there.” Your captor says and helps you up into the trunk of a car. Not a very big trunk but at least you can move a little bit. 

“Watch your head.” He warns before he slams the trunk shut. The sound of two doors opening and closing has you flinch. The engine roars before the car starts moving. From back here you can hear parts of their conversations. 

“This went better than expected.” The unfamiliar voice states. 

“Could’ve went better if you hadn’t taken so long.” Your captor mumbles.

“Stop complaining, Dabi. I told you this might take a little.” The other man sounds as irritated as your captor.

“Cheap coming from you since I had to do all the dirty work.” 

You try to listen more but judging by the sounds you’re entering a highway and the car is simply too loud. But now you have a name to the face who had kidnapped you. 

Dabi.

[ama-kuu]

Dabi meeting his darling at the store in the hair dye section

Warnings: none! this is actually kinda cute ngl. gn reader.

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"I wouldn't get that brand if I were you."

Blue eyes snap towards you. You've seen him around often, but you never got the courage to talk to him until now. He always wore the same thing, a black hoodie and mask, deep purple scars peaking out under his eyes. His black hair slowly fading away, red roots on the verge of taking over.

"Really now?" His voice was deeper than you expected it to be. "Which brand would you suggest then?"

You tossed a specific brand to him. "This is the one I use. It lasts for a while."

He looked down. "Thanks." He held onto the box and paused for a second as you looked at him. Now this was an odd occurrence. This was usually the part where he pocketed the hair dye and left. Most people didn't try to start a conversation with him. And if they did, he'd usually give them a blank stare and walk away.

But even as the both of you looked at each other without saying anything, Dabi didn't want to leave. The run down convenient store seemed like only you and him were in it, and one sleepy, underpaid cashier that barely paid attention to their surroundings. It's why he liked the place in the first place, it was the easiest to steal from.

"I've seen you around here a few times. I'm (Y/n)," you finally cut the silence. "What's your name?"

Dabi wasn't ashamed of who he was. He was proud actually. But for some reason he didn't want to see you run off in horror and scream to alert the authorities. While it would be cute to see you scared, he didn't want to make a scene. It was already late at night, and he'd had a long day.

Not that you'd get very far if you did try, you looked weak.

Way too weak to be a hero or villain, which was surprisingly comforting for him. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, though. It was nice having a mundane conversation, brief as it's been.

"Touya," he said after a moment of contemplation. It's been a long time since he's used his dead name, but it's not like you've possibly heard of the "dead" Todoroki. He was swept under the rug years ago.

"Well, Touya, if you want any other suggestions, let me know."

A small chill ran down his spine, hearing you say his real name. Not with pity, not with anger. Calmly, like he was just a normal person just like you. He burned the thought.

He was still Dabi, he swore to himself. He didn't need a distraction. Even if the distraction was a pretty face with a calming voice.

"Yeah, thanks I guess." He decided to cut this off now, walking off. You watched him pocket the hair dye, grabbing a pack of cigarettes on the way out and putting it in his pocket as well.

You smiled. Every time he was in the store he grabbed the same few things. It was like a routine. Even though he pocketed it every time, you didn't mind. You always bought an extra item as a little compensation of what he stole.

This time, you stayed for an extra few minutes, wondering around the isles as you thought about the mysterious stranger. Touya's a nice name, you thought to yourself as you finally checked out. Maybe you'd just made a new friend. You hoped so.

As you walked out of the store, bag in hand, you didn't feel the eyes following your movements. Dabi's face lit up in the darkness, the tip of his finger glowing like a candle with a blue flame.

"(Y/n)," he drawled out your name while leaning against a tree, inhaling a puff of cigarette smoke. "I'll see you soon."

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What’s Said Is Said

Pairing: Fae!Hawks X F!Reader

Warnings: Dub-con themes, light bondage, oral, virgin reader(‘ye ‘ol times idk man) Fae’s being dicks

Word Count: 5.7k

Credit; Thank you lovely wife for creating this beautiful banner! You’re always the sweetest, I swear, @pleasantanathema

A/N: This piece is part of the, Pleasant & Strider Present: The Smut Pile Fantasy AU Collab! Like before, this is written in third person but is still a reader x Hawks fic. Maybe one day I’ll write in second person. Today is not that day.

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*BIG NSFW!!!!* Originally on Wattpad, written by me.

Hey everyone! If you enjoy this check out some of my longer erotica! Thanks for enjoying!

*Sun, Mar 20, 9:15 am*

"Good morning Angel! Happy first day of spring, I hope you're not feeling the worst. Text me when you can."

Seen

*Sat, Mar 21, 7:52 am*

"I'll take the lack of response as a sign your season isn't starting on the best foot. If you need any ~help~ don't be afraid to ask. Love you! <3"

Seen

*Mon, 8:32 am*

"I'm always thinking of you Angel! I know you're most likely not feeling the best, but I hope you are taking care of yourself."

Seen

*Tue, 8:30 am*

"I've been missing you a lot, do you think I could come over today? Whatever you're comfortable with Angel, love you <3"

Seen

*Wed, 6:52 am*

"I can't fully comprehend what you're going through, but I can guess it is not the easiest. Could you at least shoot me a letter so I know you're alive lol? I love you Keigo!"

Delivered

*Yesterday*

"Hey, I am fr getting worried over here, it's almost been a week. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but please let me know you're not dead. I love you, Angel.“

Delivered

*Today, 8:00 am*

"I know you told me not to come over but this is getting scary. You promised to text at least every two days and I don't think you would break that promise if you were okay. I'm gonna stop by later today and if you are there just reply through the door. I'll be there around 5 after work."

Delivered

After your patrol around the city, you walk to Hawk's apartment. Even with sore feet from fighting all day, your pace remained brisk. Hawks never broke promises, and he didn't make many either. Although he's not a top hero, he has deep ties with dangerous people. He has gone missing before, you even had to save him once, so you learned to trust your gut when it comes to Keigo. He lived on the top floor of a large apartment building, and you found yourself beginning to run as soon as his balcony peaked over the cityscape. Although you were also a hero, you felt completely hopeless as you ran across the city. Having a siren quirk seemed deeply useless as your partner might be kidnapped or worse.

You pushed through the doors of the building, and it took everything in you to wait for the elevator to open without punching the panel. Although you had enough adrenaline to leap up the stairs, 22 flights would take much longer to climb. The doors opened and you paced around the elevator with shaky hands. How could you let him get hurt? Of course the second you let go just a little, something happens. You and Keigo haven't even dated for a year yet you were madly in love. He truly was your angel. Not pure or a messenger, but a warrior. Finally the doors open and you sprint out of the elevator to his apartment. You knock impatiently and call out his name.

"Keigo! Are you in there?" You placed your ear against the door. Silence. Although you were panicking before, you now are electrocuted with fear. You didn't even think of using your spare key before kicking in the doorknob. The wood shattered and you stormed through into Hawk's apartment. You looked around and saw nothing out of place. The kitchen had a few dirty dishes, the living room had some gently tussled blankets in a pile, and the large balcony window was closed. He was nowhere to be seen, but then you hear a rustle down the hall. You freeze at the idea of whoever might have hurt Keigo could still be in the apartment. Your home. You slowly close the door behind you and creep through the open living room. You start to hum a calming song to make sure anyone trying to attack would have a lower defense. You creep by the frame of every doorway and realize no one is in the apartment. You finally straighten your spine and inhale to call for hawks, but you are caught off guard.

Two large, warm hands wrap around your hips, and your back is met with a sturdy and well-built chest. A hot breath brushes your ear and whispers, "Weren't you ever told it is rude to break into people's homes?" Tears began to sting your eyes in relief that your partner was okay. You turn around to him in semi-anger.

"Why the hell didn't you reply to any of my texts! It's been a week! I thought you got hurt again!" Your voice was more wobbly than you thought it would be, but you were scared as fuck. You looked into Hawk's eyes for the first time in a week and realized how much spring was affecting him. His face was flushed like he'd been drinking, and his pupils were the size of a softball. His hair wasn't slicked back like normal, but messy and falling slightly into his eyes. His wings looked like someone blew a hair dryer through them, ruffled and soft, compared to the usual sharp and armor-like appearance they had. His lips were slightly agitated and parted.

"I told you not to come here without permission..." he said in what was meant to be a scolding tone but carried nothing but an airy sigh at the end. His eyes traveled to your body and lips as his hands shifted from your hips to your ass. He picked you up slightly off the ground to cause friction against his, what you now felt against your belly, bulge. He let out an oddly loud moan for just a little touch, but it made you ache deep down. Your anger still bubbled up through your lust.

"I was worried! You promised you would reply..." Your hands reached up to his face, trying to make him focus on your eyes. He finally looked up at you through his lashes, but you could tell his focus was still on... other things.

"That stupid fucking phone," he said with disdain. "Every time I saw your name pop up it sent me into a self-pleasuring frenzy. Just thinking about you..." He took large steps towards the wall behind you, making your back slam into the cold drywall. "I've never been this messed up before songbird." His thigh shoved itself between your legs and slightly pushed you onto your tiptoes. "I couldn't even text you. I really did try..." His eyes began to wander again. "At a certain point, I just smashed my phone against the wall. Hoped it would let me calm down a little..." His breath got loud and heavy as his hands moved from your ass, up your sides, gently over top your nipples, around your neck, and then landed intertwined in your hair. "I would have warned you if I could chickadee, but it's never been this bad before..."

Hawk's looked deep into your eyes. He was trying to ask for permission. Your hands drifted from his face to his chest, and you realized how warm it was. You would be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about this all week. He leaned over you like a tower, and his eyes kept getting darker. You already were on fire like gasoline, and you couldn't help but slightly grind on Kiego's thigh up to his crotch. Hawk's lips opened and a desperate groan left his mouth without shame. "Will you take care of me songbird?" Hawks borderline cried out. You nodded your head to him, and in an instant, his lips dived for your neck. Like clockwork, your hands were pinned above your head by his extremely strong, one-handed grip. Keigo warned you that he would become less considerate when handling you during the season, which gave you butterflies. You had never felt hawk's true strength before. Even when play fighting he would go extremely easy on you. Now his gentle grip felt like his strongest.

A large moan left your throat as Hawks' teeth grazed your nape and his tongue massaged your skin. His lips were soft and his mouth was so warm you began to feel like you had a fever. The rest of his body began to fold into you from head to toe. His second hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. A growl filled your ears, and hawks began to nibble and suck on your sensitive skin.

"Thought- thought you were a bird... not a dog," you tried to quip at him through your fuzzy brain. Although normally Hawks would appreciate such a joke, tonight he had only one thing on his mind. An evil laugh hummed against your throat, and your entire body went limp. It seemed Hawks grew tired of bending down to make you squeal, so as if he was picking up a box of air, he lifted you up and then slammed you against the wall. Now that your pelvis lined up perfectly with his hard-on, Keigo threw back his head to let out a moan that shook your chest. He felt wide and hot. His dick was so hard you could easily imagine it hurting. A small slip of an "aw" left your lips while you stared at your desperate Angel. He looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite understand until he spoke.

"You won't pity me once I'm done with you." His lips cupped yours from underneath, and although he started with quick pecks, in only seconds he was fucking your mouth. You weren't exactly the kissing type, but Hawks' soft tongue melted with yours, and high-pitched shivering moans responded to his slow and deep vocal aches. He repeatedly humped against you while his hands traveled up your shirt. His large palms spread out over your back and his kisses felt like he was trying to eat you alive. You had gotten so bothered so quickly you got a little worried about which of you was really in heat. The friction hawks tried to cause between you and him quickly became slick. Out of the blue, you dropped back to the floor and Hawks dropped to his knees. Grabbing one of your wrists, he placed your hand on his hair to grab while throwing your right leg over his shoulder. Seeing his sharp and glazed-over eyes look at you from such an angle turned your face bright red, and you covered your gaping mouth with your other hand.

Grabbing your pants and underwear, in one pull you're completely exposed to your feral boyfriend. A large, almost sarcastic smirk paints Keigo's mouth and his hand travels between your thighs and up to your core.

"Seems you missed me, lovebird," Hawks chuckles while giving you a look that would make Satan blush. He deeply inhaled as his mouth incased your dripping sex. You cried out and that hand Hawk's promptly placed on his hair clamped shut. Like an animal, his tongue moved around every inch with such power and speed you couldn't even tell what was happening, but just knew it felt like heaven. You could feel that he had been drooling the entire time you had been here as his tongue slipped and slid all around you. His hands touched and massaged any part of your heat his tongue wasn't able to reach. He constantly went from your most sensitive spot to your deepest ache back and forth. You couldn't help but moan like a slut on his tongue, and with every noise, you could feel his Lobito increase tenfold. You had become so bothered you could hear drinking noises from Hawks. One of his hands disappeared from your body and in a few moments, your body began to vibrate with Hawks' moans. Just from his voice, you could tell when his hand went from his base to his tip. While Keigo was commonly vocal, you usually had to fish it out of him by playing with his wings or letting him finish inside, but now he barely could hold it in, and almost didn't want to. His body began to shake and he kept stroking himself, and his precision when it came to getting you off began to falter.

"Y/N..." he begged at you. Your entire body throbbed so hard you felt your heartbeat in your palms.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently towards the ground. As fast as possible Hawks laid on his back and as he watched you straddle him he bit his lip. Thanks to Hawks you were very ready to take him, but as soon as you felt him at your entrance you knew he was much larger than normal. At this point even if someone walked in, nothing would stop you from riding hawks. You let your legs fall and Keigo's dick parted all the tension that had been building up inside you like atoms splitting. Both of you cried out but you couldn't even let a second pass before rocking your hips back and forth mindlessly. He was the hardest you had ever felt him and the feeling of your guts being stirred by his dick was driving you over the edge. Hawks couldn't take a breath without moaning and arching his back. His hands were gripped onto your thighs so tightly you could already see the bruising. His gorgeous wings spread out on the floor and you couldn't help but reach out to touch them. Right before you reached the soft, red, fluffed feathers, Hawks grabs your hand and pulled it in.

"I'm gonna make you my bitch for life," he slammed his hips into yours, causing his dick to go so deep inside you're worried you'll snap. "You got that songbird?" His voice was so firm it almost scared you. As if he wasn't even thinking, Keigo began to pound you without remorse. With his hands placed above your shoulders, you had to grab onto them for support. Your moans became pained and scratchy. You were feeling so good you barely made time to breathe. Hawks once again threw his head back and he pulled in his knees closer to you, allowing for more leverage as his dick buried itself so deep inside you felt like you were about to cum at every thrust. Both your voices sounded like they were racing to be the loudest in the room.

"You want me to cum inside lovebird? Fuck~" Hawks said to you with gritted teeth as he moved his hands to grab your biceps on both sides. You were so fucked out of your mind you couldn't even speak, you simply nodded your head. Keigo was so strong he could pull you onto his lap while fucking you so hard you were bouncing. His moans followed closer behind each other as his hips began to shake. "You wanna have my kids dove? You wanna make a nest with me, huh? Ah~." The thought of being with Hawks forever turned you on more than anything you did tonight.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" You moaned out at Hawks. "Please Angel make me yours! Please~" All the tension that had accumulated inside you had finally exploded in a symphony of throbbing and moaning. You squeezed your eyes shut as your body began to frantically clamp on and off of Hawks' cock. You then heard the most animalistic moan leave Keigo's mouth while his entire body stiffened like a statue.

  It almost sounded like crying if he wasn't saying "I'm cumming!" over and over again. He folds over top of you and spasms at the same time his threads of cum paint your walls. You've never had such a strong orgasm, and you've never been filled up so much by Hawks that you could feel every cumshot hit your back wall. It was so warm inside you that even when the direct throbbing calmed down, small moans kept leaving your parted lips. Keigo tried to thrust a little more, but he was so sensitive just pulling out made him shake. A waterfall of cum flowed out of you as Hawks brushed back your hair and looked into your eyes. He planted soft kisses on you, but at this point, your eyes were so teary and your head so dizzy you couldn't tell what face he was making.

"I missed you," he whispered. Slowly your eyes cleared and he seemed shy and embarrassed. You giggled at your confident boyfriend's meek demeanor, especially after his not-so gentlemanly ravaging of your body. You sat up and placed a hand on his face. He then placed a hand over yours.

  "I missed you too Angel."

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The Harpy

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Hawks x Reader

Fantasy AU

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Reader is almost choked to death

Summary:

Desperate for adventure you volunteer to check the monster traps protecting your small village. To your surprise you catch a wounded half bird half man, and decide to nurse him back to health.

Well as much nursing as you can with a half feral man refusing to cooperate.

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The small town you’re from leaves no room for imagination. A village nestled between a trade port and a large city. It was close enough that occasionally you got travelers with stories to tell, but they were few and far between. You guess you didn’t blame the weary traveler. Why stop in the middle of nowhere when a better option was so close. So you saved all your money, biding your time until you could leave. You wanted freedom so badly. You’d do anything to escape the monotony of waking every morning just to do the same old job, just to tuck yourself in bed at night. Maybe that was why you volunteered to check the monster traps.

Hardly anyone wanted to traverse up the mountainside lugging a rifle to see if the traps had captured anything- to reset them if necessary. It was a tiring and somewhat dangerous job, but that might’ve been why you liked it. The possibility of adventure. Besides, you hardly saw anything cool. Sometimes it was a bear, a couple times you had caught jackalopes. Once when you were younger it had caught a wyvern, and the whole town trekked the hike to look.

You didn’t expect much from the trap. It was more of the feeling that drew you to the job. Hiking up the mountain, legs burning, rifle strapped to your back, you could pretend that you were anyone else. Maybe you were some adventurer on a perilous mission to save the world. Maybe you were a monster hunter out to kill dangerous beasts to save a town. Whatever you were, you liked the view, and you liked the fresh air.

On your trek around the mountain, most of the traps were remarkably empty. A couple had caught some poor squirrels, which you freed with a huff. When you round the corner of the rocky terrain, looking at the wildflowers blooming on the side of the mountain you hear a low hiss. Instinctually you grab the rifle aiming it at the trapped creature.

To your surprise a very human face glares back at you. Yellow orbs pierce your frame. You freeze. The creature you were looking at was not one you recognized. He looked so human, but something was off. He was so beautiful, so perfect that it was inhuman. Behind him unfurled large red wings. They were gorgeous, but made him look deadly and sharp. The color reminded you of a poisonous frog, a warning to keep others away. You lower your rifle, he was trapped in a net, a metal bear trap caught firmly around one of his vermilion wings.

“Can you understand me?” You ask the creature. Despite their ignorance you knew the towns people never intended to capture and kill sentient creatures. Just the monsters that threatened their simple peace.

He grunts, eyeing you with distaste. He shifts around and flinches when the metal prongs dig deeper into his skin. You lower yourself closer to the ground, like he were a wild animal waiting to attack at any moment. Getting closer you pull a knife from your pocket. His eyes focus on it, feathers fluffing up. You pause a couple feet away from the net.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to get you free now okay? Can you nod if you understand?” You ask him, searching across his features. He stares back at you, his gaze sharp, deadly, but then he relaxes and nods. You let out a little sigh of relief. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t lash out at you, but there was something about him that drew you closer. Maybe it was your need for excitement- he was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you. Maybe his beauty was so intoxicating that you were compelled into doing his bidding. Maybe you were just an idiot. Regardless, you were going to help him. It didn’t seem right to leave him, when your town was the reason he was in pain.

You approach the net slowly watching his form for any signs of aggression. To your surprise he seemed to be at ease, body relaxed against the net. It eases away your tension, your guard lowering slightly. He must know that you’re trying to help.

With practiced ease you cut a rope and the net unfurls around him. No sooner had it fallen the man pounced onto you. You hit your head hard against the rocks as he throws you to the ground. The knife slips from your hands and you struggle to reach it while his hands grip your throat in a tight squeeze. You can’t seem to focus your vision, but you can see his piercing yellow eyes staring back at you. He was a predator, and you felt like prey.

“Stop!” You gasp out, lashing out in any way you can. You claw at his arms, drawing faint lines of red down his skin. You thrash and kick, smacking and punching. Your attempts seem futile as black dots dance across your vision. Was this really the end of you? Almost as suddenly as he pounced he loosens his grip. You gasp, coughing violently. His eyes narrow, a frown setting across his lips.

“What is wrong with you!” You yell at him. “If you wanted to kill me, you should’ve at least waited until I freed you of the bear trap!” He snorts above you. You smack your hands against his arms, venting your frustrations out on the creature. You were sure he understood you now.

“You are an odd human,” he tells you, hands still caging your windpipe. You stop your attack, his voice was melodic, nothing like what you expected.

“I use humor to cope, you over grown robin!” You growl, struggling again underneath him. He smirks, and you go red with frustration. You swing your free leg up, hitting the bear trap caught in his wing. He hisses in pain, hands releasing you. Taking the opportunity you shimmy yourself from underneath him, smacking and hissing and clawing like a wild animal yourself.

When you manage to pull yourself a couple feet from him, just out of range from where he could reach you with the bear trap still lodged firmly in his wing you begin examining your wounds. He noticed that your hair was a mess, from where it had dragged across the ground gathering dirt and twigs. He noticed a faint pinkness forming around your neck where he had choked you. There was blood coating your leg, but he knew it wasn’t yours. It was his. Just like him your breathing was ragged and you sent him your deadliest glare. He thought it was funny. You, a stupid little human trusting him not to lash out like a caged animal, after he had been rotting for a day slowly bleeding and in pain. You looked just as wild as him now.

He watches as you right yourself, picking up your rifle from where you had set it down and pointing it straight at him. He sees you frowning, torn between your options. He thought you were foolish and that you should’ve killed him when you had the chance. Then again, he could say the same for himself. He should’ve killed you when he had the chance, instead of allowing you to kill him now. It hurt his pride to be shot and killed by a weak little human such as yourself.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You groan. Ever since you had picked up your rifle, the bird man had been staring at you. What was it across his features, an emotion you couldn’t place. He looked pitiful to you -lashing out at the only person who tried to help him.

“If you’re going to shoot me, hurry up.” He scoffs, looking away from you toward the blue sky peeking out from behind the tree line. You wondered if he missed it.

“I am going to shoot you,” you tell him, inching closer. His gaze snaps back to you, eyes sharpening.

“Then shoot me.”

“I will.”

You’re close to him now. Keeping your gun trained on him, you step around him, toward his injured wing. He eyes you with what you can definitely identify as malice. You hear a low rumble from his throat, not unlike a violent bird song.

“You’re taking an awfully long time to shoot human.”

“And you seem eager to die for someone who tried to kill me.” You retort, maybe you wanted to die. But he hadn’t killed you before. “Promise not to choke me if I take this off you?”

“Fine.” He huffs, no longer meeting your gaze. You slide the gun across your back and grab the bear trap opening it. It takes a bit to get your grip, and his blood stains your hands. Finally you manage to pry the wretched thing off and he shoots off into the air faster than you can comprehend. He doesn’t get far as you see him tumble down through the trees further into the forest. He lands on the ground a flurry of toned limbs and red feathers.

“A thank you would be nice!” You yell at him. But when you blink he’s gone. You grumble and groan to yourself, wiping his blood on your pants and gathering your things to begin your trek back down the mountain.

When you reach town just before sunset the villagers crowd around your blood covered form. You lie assuring them that the trap accidentally caught a stray deer, which you freed but not before it bled all over you. The dim light hid your forming bruise pretty well, you were grateful. That night you could hardly sleep mind running around the excitement you’d experienced. The creature, he was adventure, he was freedom incarnated.

The next morning you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde bird man. About his piercing eyes, and the nasty wound inflicting his shoulder. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling to go and check on him. You were sure he hadn’t gotten far, not with those injuries at least. He had almost killed you, and left you a nasty bruise across your neck, but your town was the reason he was hurt in the first place, and you were the only one who knew.

You felt responsible. So you packed a bag with food and water, antibiotics and bandages and began the trek back up the mountain. Your legs ached as you climbed with no breaks, to reach the forest by the flower field. The trap was easy to find, but there was no sign of the bird man. You take a deep breath-

“Are you out there? I brought food and bandages for your wing!” You yell into the empty forest. After a couple of minutes a voice rings out behind you.

“You really are a strange human.” He says. You spin around to face him. He regards your form with scrutiny. “You even forgot your gun.”

“I don’t need it,” you emphasize, pulling your bag out from behind you.

“Sure you don’t,” he agrees, his tone incredulous. You huff pulling a sandwich out of your bag. You toss it toward him and he catches it with ease. His eyes glance between the sandwich and you before he shrugs, plopping himself down on the grass, unwrapping the food and taking a bite. He seems more at ease today, maybe a little less feral. Though you suppose you’d lash out too if there was metal lodged into your arm. You grab your medical supplies from your bag, approaching him slowly, wary that he could attack at any time like yesterday. His eyes narrow as you approach with a water skin and a clean towel. A low trilling noise erupts from his throat. Pausing, you look at him with a firm scowl, he stares back at you equally unamused.

“Let me see your wound, I want to clean it.” You demand, holding your hand out like he was a kid who stole some candy and you wanted it back. He snorts.

“This sandwich is good, but you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting a human get that close to my wings.” It was careless, the way he said it. As if he didn’t mean a word, but they weighed heavily on your chest.

“If we don’t clean it you’ll get an infection,” You counter, taking a step closer. He shifts his wings away.

“I’ll take my chances.” He remarks, taking another bite of the sandwich.

“You looked like a shitty parakeet yesterday.” You tell him. He snorts. You continue.

“It’s your choice. If you want to risk living like that for the rest of your life, be my guest. Or you can let me help you so that your wound heals correctly.” It felt similar to dealing with the village kids after they scraped their knees. He seems to consider what you tell him, finishing off the last of his sandwich.

“Give it to me, I’ll do it.” He holds an open palm out to you. A small smile graces your lips. You hand over the water and the towel, as well as a small bar of soap. Then you take out the bandages and antibiotic ointment. You watch as he meticulously cleans out the wounds, hardly flinching even when it looks painful.

You notice the red lines trailing down his forearms, from where you scratched him yesterday. They looked significantly better, just pink raised bumps. You wondered if he healed faster than humans did. He uses the ointment next, and then the bandages pulling angry red skin together and patching it up. He turns to meet your gaze smirking. You go red.

“Staring much?” he asks. You open your mouth to retort but his stomach grumbling cuts you off. You look at him, underneath the scraps of cut up dirty clothing he wore, he looked skinny, as if he hadn’t eaten in a while. Wordlessly fishing out your sandwich you hand that to him. He takes it, eyeing you carefully.

“I’ll be back tomorrow with more food, and a clean set of bandages.” You stand up . His eyes narrow at you.

“Why are you helping me?” He asks. His yellow eyes look feral again, each muscle tensed, wings fluffing behind him.

“It’s my responsibility. It was our trap that hurt you, so it’s my job to heal it.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, and you shrug making your way back down the mountain.

You do visit him the next day, and the day after that. Soon enough you had trekked up the mountain every day for a week and a half. He still looks wild sometimes, a caged animal crouched and ready to strike, but sometimes he seemed very human. Day by day you were growing more and more enamored with him, even if he was a little shit.

“What did you bring me today?” He asks, as soon as you pop around the corner. He was chirper today, you could tell by the gleaming in his eyes.

“Chicken since you liked it so much yesterday.” He nods his head in appreciation, moving closer and closer to your form. He was almost hovering next to you, as you unpacked the food and bandages. You had gotten the idea to bring a blanket with you up the mountains, so the both of you had somewhere clean to sit. When you place his chicken down he grabs it with fervor, scarfing it down with a ferocity you’d previously seen in hungry teenagers.

He’s careful not to touch you, like always. Ever since choking you he’d avoided touch like it was the plague, even when you were handing him food or supplies. In the end, you’d just place them on the blanket for him. It wasn’t worth the fight on whatever human cooties you were sure to infect him with. Despite this, he was getting closer and closer to you as he sat. You hoped that meant he was getting comfortable with your presence. At Least then the whole town wasn’t looking at you like a madwoman for nothing.

“Good?” You ask.

“Perfect. This is the one thing you humans get right,” he groans, appreciatively taking another bite. You laugh at that.

“Surely not the only thing.” You roll your eyes. Even as he ate, scarfed down the food in the most unflattering way you could imagine, he looked beautiful. He was ethereal in the way the light caught his golden strands, his golden eyes nearly glowing. The inky markings encasing his orbs only made him look sharper, more dangerous.

“Maybe not the only thing,” he regards you with those eyes of his. You shiver.

“Mhm.” You turn away looking across the floral landscape. The sky was a beautiful blue and completely clear. The wind was warm and mellow, blowing flowers in patterns across the hillside.

“How’s your neck?” He asks. That causes you to pause. You had taken to tying a small scarf around the marks to avoid drawing the villagers attention to something you could not explain. The elders assumed you were hiding a different kind of bruise, but it was better than giving up your secrets.

“I don’t know how it’s any of your business, parakeet.” You turn to the bird man. He clutches his chest, looking awfully demure for a predator. His eyes narrow at the nickname, you knew it was his least favorite.

“You wound me groundling, here I am being considerate. You’re so cold,” he whines. You huff at his nickname, the one he gave you after you told him to stop calling you human.

“You don’t let me see your wound, I won’t let you see mine.”

“That’s hardly fair, you are much weaker than I am, and I gripped you pretty hard.”

“Yeah, and your wing was nearly torn off by a bear trap, oh strong and mighty one,” you roll your eyes at him. He lets out a small laugh.

“I could get used to that nickname.”

You shoot him a pointed glare. He raises his hands yielding.

“Fine, fine, a deal then?” He asks.

“What?” You blink at him owlishly. He grins, his sharp canines protruding.

“Let me see your neck and I’ll let you look at my wing.” He says again, shuffling closer to you. You smile, this was a definite win in your book. You weren’t really hiding your neck, not from him at least. It was just a bruise after all.

“Deal.” The second the words leave your lips, his hands are upon you. It startles you, considering how much he’d kept away before. He unties the knot with nimble fingers, his knuckles brushing against your throat. They were softer than you imagined. He’s not gentle as he yanks your chin upwards, head dipping into the curvature of your neck. He tuts gently, the sound similar to the clacking of a beak.

“I certainly did a number on you, huh groundling.” His sharp fingernails trace across your jugular. You briefly remember how dangerous he was. Gulping nervously you wonder if he ate people.

He regards you with interest. You certainly were an odd human, coming back to help him day after day, despite the way he attacked you, despite the way he treated you. As he inspects the deep purple bruising he realizes how badly he lashed out against you. He was hungry and tired and in pain, and he certainly didn’t trust humans, but that was no excuse. You were clearly a harmless little creature. For all your bark he doubted you had any bite, especially as you kept leaving your weapon behind. He wondered if you were stupid or just optimistic. Whatever the case, he knew he was just exploiting it. A small voice in the back of his head chided, if he was just using you why care about the bruise?

“Okay okay, my turn.” Your voice startles him out of his trace. You carefully pull your chin from his grasp, and he finds himself almost missing the warmth.

“A deals a deal.” He undos the bandage showing you a nasty cut, caked in a layer of dried blood. To your relief the skin doesn’t look nearly as angry and red. It wasn’t getting infected. That was good. You reach your hands out to get a closer look, but he pulls away.

“I said you could look, no touching,” he tilts his head to the side, clearly mocking you. You gasp. He was playing dirty.

“That’s not fair!” You argue back.

“I didn’t say the deal was fair, groundling.”

“Your hands were all over my neck, I deserve at least a closer look!”

“Sorry that’s all you get for today.” He smiles at you cheekily. You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re the worst bird brain.”

“Only for you my featherless friend.”

You visit the medicine woman once again, for your last set of bandages. From what you could tell, his wing was almost completely healed. The wound didn’t look nearly as deep. It must’ve been due to some healing ability he had. You’d almost like it for yourself, if only to rid yourself of the ugly purple bruise adorning your neck.

“What are you caring for up in the mountains?” She asks you, as you bring the supplies to the counter. You pause, she hadn’t asked you before. Although you knew the town was talking in hushed whispers about how you were being tricked by fey in the forests, or losing yourself to hysteria. Those who knew you well assumed you were finally setting out for your adventure, training and prepping. Those who didn’t regarded you with fearful eyes, as if you were an omen of disaster.

“I’m taking care of a falcon, it broke its wings in one of the bear traps. I’m training it to work for me,” you tell her with a smile you hoped was convincing. She narrows her eyes slightly. You definitely had more bandages than necessary for a falcon.

“There’s nothing good out on the road,” she tells you. You wondered if she thought you were foolish, or brave. “It’s better to stay where you’re safe and cared for. Bandits aren’t the only thing you need to protect yourself from out there. There’s monsters that will devour you whole, and tricksters who’d take your soul.” Her stare was stern, but almost motherly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You wondered if your bird man was after your soul. When you visited him he was as cheerful as usual, eating his food, and then yours too. He didn’t let you near his wings again, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed his company, his stories about distant lands. He was the embodiment of freedom to you, all the adventure you’d hoped for in your life. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to say your little crush had developed into something more

The next day your adventure up the mountain comes with a hitch. That morning you decided to finish some of the chores you had been neglecting all week. So by the time you set up the mountain it was later than usual. The usual peace you felt walking along the trail was missing. Instead there was a sense of unease permeating your senses. It almost felt like something was watching you, following you. For the first time since you had found the bird man, you regret not bringing your rifle. You look over your shoulder constantly, but see nothing but empty wilderness behind you. Not even the snapping of a twig or a grunt breath reaches your ears.

Terror fills you. You’re not sure whether you’re just freaking yourself out, or if something was following you, but you clutch your bag tighter and quicken your pace. Maybe you should have turned around, and run straight down the mountain to the safety of your village. Instead you walked, trembling closer and closer to the blonde man waiting for you. You wanted to run, but knew better than to run from a predator. Instead you kept walking, looking behind you as if your gaze alone would keep it from advancing.

The man in question is waiting for you in the flower field, at the edge of the woods. When he sees you he smiles, pearly teeth gleaming. Then his smile drops, eyes narrowing. As you shudder, you turn to look behind you for the last time, seeing nothing. Faintly you hear the rustling of some leaves, just in the tree line. That’s all it takes for your composure to break. On trembling legs you take off in a spring toward your bird. Completely disregarding his personal boundaries you throw yourself toward him. Surprisingly you’re met with open arms. Even more surprising he pulls you closer to him, arms wrapping around you, squeezing you into his chest. His puffed up wings close around you as well, shielding you from view. Completely wrapped in his embrace, you can see nothing but him, expanses of red and gold. You stare up at his face, his tightened jaw, his piercing gaze, slit pupils staring off into the distance.

“Is there something following me?” You ask your voice barely a whisper. He doesn’t respond to you, instead you hear a low screeching sound emitting from his throat. In that moment you remember that he’s not quite human, that he nearly killed you before. You shuffle in his grasp, but he just clutches you tighter, wings unfurling from around you. In a second you’re airborne, a terrified yelp leaves you. You clutch at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist, anything to prevent him from dropping you.

The flight is shaky, much like walking on a leg after it was broken. His wound pulled open slightly, blood dotting the bandages. He says nothing, landing atop a large tree, miles away from your clearing, and even further from your village. Shakily you loosen your grip on him, planting your feet on the branch. You slowly crouch to the ground, wary that one mis-step would result in your demise. Backing yourself against the trunk, you secure your legs around the branch.

You look up at him, he looks wild, just as wild as the day you first saw him- trapped in the net. His gaze pierces through you, yellow eyes, slit pupils, the look of a predator. Then as easily as taking off a coat, he shakes out his wings, the look on his face morphing from deadly to neutral, then from neutral to teasing.

“You’re quite prone to trouble,” he hums at you, perching on the branch, an easy smile placed on features. You don’t believe it.

“What was that?” You demand. He tilts his head blinking at you owlishly.

“You mean heroically saving you? A thank you would be nice.”

“Heroics my ass. You scared me half to death! You didn’t say anything! What was even following me? How am I supposed to get home now! I don’t even know where I am, or if that thing is still out there. The whole village is going to be worried about me-“

“Slow your roll there troublemaker, one thing at a time,” he shuffles toward you. Reaching a clawed hand toward your face. He sees you freeze, but you don’t pull away from his touch as he tucks stray hairs away from your face. He lets his fingers trail along your face as he pulls away.

He didn’t know what came over him, when he saw you come around the corner, that terrified expression in your eyes. It set every nerve on fire. When you sprinted toward him he wasn’t thinking about how much he still didn’t trust you. He wasn’t thinking about how he was befriending you, lowering your guard to get your help, to survive. He just wanted your food and supplies. It was difficult to hunt without his wings, and medicine was hard for him to come by. He was using you, he knew it. Befriending you to profit his own gains. And when he was completely healed he was going to leave you behind, never to return. He wondered how many days you’d hike around the mountain looking for him without a trace.

Despite this, when you threw yourself into his arms, he didn’t think twice about ushering you into his embrace, shielding you from the unseen entity. It was more than survival at that point. You were in danger and it made him see red. Although he couldn’t see it, he sensed its presence in the trees. A monster, a Hidebehind, that was stalking you up the mountains waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He imagined you screaming as it drug you into its cave, only to eat you alive. He’d find it later, and kill it, but first he had to attend to you.

“You’re bleeding,” your voice tears him from his thoughts. Your hands reach out as if forgetting the arrangement the two of you had. For some reason he lets you, revels in your gentle touches, as you inspect the wound, dabbing it with clean water. He watches you with keen eyes, as you right feathers misplaced by the bandage, his brain purring in delight. He tries to shake away the thought, remember that your friendship was a farce- he was using you, fooling you.

When you were done fixing him up, playing veterinarian, you look up at him. His expression was weirdly vacant, as if he’d slipped off the mask of both monster and man. You weren’t sure what to do with that information, so you settled on what always brought you together.

“Food?” You offer him a sandwich. He eyes you carefully, then relents, taking it and relaxing down into a seated position. He straddles the branch, your knees barely touching. Unlike your previous visits he doesn’t scarf down the food like a savage beast. He waits until you bring out your own sandwich and take a bite. You normally didn’t mind sharing most, of not all your portion of the meal, knowing you’d eat again when you got home- not knowing if this was his only meal for the day, but today you were unsure when you’d get home if ever. Even if you were to climb down the tree, the lowest branch was still a considerable fall from the ground. And even if you managed that you had no idea where you were in the forest. You could ask the bird man to help you, but he wasn’t ever helpful was he.

“Thank you for the food.” He mumbles, surprising you. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Thank you for saving me from that thing.” You express your gratitude. His eyes widen, and then his wing is blocking your face from view.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you take me back home? Or atleast to the clearing?” You ask, hoping that his newfound comfort around you would win you some favors, or atleast one. He grins at you wickedly, and you feel all hope begin dying out.

“No.”

“That’s not fair! I’ll die out here!”

“Hmm, and how does that affect me little troublemaker?”

You open your mouth to retort, but draw a blank. His grin gets wider. He scoots closer to you.

“It would be rude to let me die after saving my life,” you cross your arms pouting. He really was a little shit.

“You never know, that creature may still be out there. Maybe I’m saving your life by keeping you here,” he smiles at you, eyes closed.

“How noble of you,” you deadpan. You were used to the treatment by now. For one reason or another it always felt like he was getting more than he gave. You didn’t mind though. You didn’t mind trading supplies for stories, the tangible for dreams. He excited you, set your heart on fire, frustrated you to no end, but you couldn’t stop coming back.

“Call me Hawks.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You introduce yourself. He smiles, your heart quickens.

“I like troublemaker better, or maybe groundling.” He places a finger to his chin tilting his head as if he was deep in thought.

“Sure thing birdman.”

“Hey!”

You spend the rest of that afternoon talking, stuck up on that tree, talking and chatting away. He told you about the time he fought a band of mercenaries trying to capture him for a circus. You told him about your quaint little town. About the flower festival every spring, and the New Years celebration every winter. How it was quiet and safe, but so very boring. Soon enough it was growing dark. Finally you gather the courage to ask the question.

“Is it still out there?” You ask. He tilts his head. “The creature that was stalking me.” He looks around, then shrugs.

“It’s not in this area. Why? Considering using it as an excuse to cuddle up with me all night?” He waggles his eyebrows at you. You scoff pushing him lightly. Cheeks tinted pink, you turn away so he can’t see. He thinks you look adorable.

“No. So that I can get down this godforsaken tree and sleep.” The branch was large, large enough that you could comfortably sit on it, but that didn’t mean you wanted to sleep here. You look down at the climb that awaited you. Hawks follows your gaze then laughs.

“I wouldn’t sleep down there if I was you, turtle dove.” He expertly hops up, landing on his toes with grace. He stands and stretches out his large wings.

“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” You fidget in place. He looked awfully close to taking off.

“Why not sleep with me?” He asks. You choke on your spit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me groundling, sleep in the trees, with me.” He grabs your arms suddenly pulling you to your feet. He spins you around him, swapping your positions.

Fast, he was fast.

You clutch onto him, stumbling and afraid to fall. He sits, back to the trunk, pulling you down with him. You slip a bit, landing on his chest. Pulling away your cheeks heathen up. He grins wilder.

“Hawks.” You warn.

“I like that say it again,” he purrs. You smack him. He barks out a laugh.

“I’m being serious, what if I fall?”

“I’ll hold you.”

You blink at him owlishly. He liked it. The confused flustered look on your face suited you well.

“Bird man i swear to god if I fall out of this tree tonight-“

“Relax, just come here.” He pulls and prods at you until your back was leaning up against his chest. He wraps his arms around you. His touch almost burns against your skin. It slowly gets dark, dark enough that even as you squinted you could hardly see the outline of your hand in front of you. You weren’t particularly scared of the dark, but knowing that some unseen entity was waiting out in the forest for you set you on edge. Now that it was night you were completely helpless.

You try anything and everything to sleep. Closing your eyes, focusing on your breathing. Hell, you even tried focusing on the heartbeat and breathing of the man behind you but nothing seemed to work. Fear tinged the edge of your senses, the darkness held danger.

“Hawks?” You whisper, terrified of the loudness of your own voice.

“Yes?” He hums back at you.

“You’re not going to let me fall are you?”

“I told you I wouldn’t.” His voice was calm. It had a soothing almost melodic quality to it. Some of the tension leaves your body.

“Are you sure that thing can’t reach us up here?” You ask. This time your voice is quiet just above a whisper. You feel rumbling in his chest, as a soft cooing noise hits your ears. Just as soon as it began it stopped.

“Of course baby bird, you’re safe with me.”

A beat.

“Can you sing me a lullaby?” You tried to remind yourself that being vulnerable was a sign of strength, not weakness.

You feel him tense up beneath you.

“What?” The sounds almost strangled.

“Sing me a lullaby, or tell me a story or something. I can’t stop thinking about that thing, and I can hardly see anything, I’m terrified. I can’t sleep.” When he doesn’t say anything you suspect he just ignored you. You hear a low rumbling trill sound behind you. It takes a moment for you to recognize that this is his lullaby to you. Smiling, you settle back against him and close your eyes. The stress from the day ebbs in making your limbs feel heavy as you drift to bed.

Hawks wakes up earlier than you. Though he expected as much. His eyes fluttered open with the first rays of light. You were still locked into his embrace, shifting slightly in your sleep so that you could curl against him. Your arms were slightly cold to the touch. He was certainly no stranger to sleeping in the trees, but even this was an uncomfortable night for him. He couldn’t imagine how sore you’d be. His mind flitted to the image of you, cocooned in his nest. It tickled a part of his brain no one had before, not even those of his own kind. How did this happen? Days ago he wouldn’t have thought twice about allowing you to die. Sure you were useful, but he was nearly completely healed, and with a little stretching he’d be flying in no time.

So what was it about you that drew him in? Was it the way you acted annoyed and frustrated with his antics, but smiled and helped him anyway. Was it the way your eyes shimmered when he talked about distant lands. When he watched your chest rise and fall in your slumber, breath ghosting across his neck, he was inclined to keep you around- at least a little while longer.

A morning bird song awakens you. It takes you groggy moments to realize that it was the bird man, still behind you.

“I didn’t realize you were a song bird.” Your voice was hoarse and your head pounded. Your neck ached from the sleeping position, even if you hardly slept through the night. It was so cold you kept waking up only to try and snuggle yourself closer to the warmth Hawks emitted. You were tempted to use his wings as blankets, if you weren’t sure it’d wake him up. He was the only thing you could really sense around you, and it was terrifying. But you had survived the night, and would live to tell the tale. It wasn’t the most exciting, but it was your first adventure. Hopefully the first of many.

“I’ll be any bird you want me to be duckling.” He grins at you wolfishly, you force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“How about the kind of bird that can fly me home. Or atleast get me down from this tree.” You weren’t sure why he hadn’t taken you home. He flew decently fine taking you here. His wound opened a little, but from what you could see it was near completely healed. Yesterday it was a mere surface wound, today the scabs were fading away.

“No.”

“Hawks!” You pull away from him. He was looking at you owlishly, neutrality settling across his features.

“Get me down.” You glare at him pointedly. This was no time for playing games.

“No.” To your surprise his tone isn’t teasing. To your blooming horror he seemed serious.

“Fine,” you huff. “I’ll get down by myself.” True to your word, you did manage to get down mostly. There were several close calls, in which you stumbled and slipped clutching the bark with a terrified squeak. To your chagrin Hawks was watching you, flapping nearby as you cursed and trembled. Sure you had climbed trees as a kid, but never this high up. Hawks was oddly silent as he watched you with his piercing eyes. Finally you made it to the lowest branch. You stood on it clutching the trunk as a lifeline. Peering over the edge the fall looked like more than you could handle comfortably. The ground screamed of breaking a leg or two. You look to the bird man flapping passively next to you.

“You seriously aren’t going to help?” You were more than miffed. His wing was clearly working fine.

“Nope.” He popped the p, grinning.

“You’re such an ass parakeet.” For some reason your bird man was in a mood. He wasn’t necessarily known for his cooperation with you, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Uncalled for. I just don’t see the benefit for me,” he shrugs, leaning back into his wings, hardly paying attention to you. You sigh, he clearly wanted something, but what you didn’t know.

“Okay let's make a deal. You help me down, and in return i'll get you… what? Chicken?” You ask. He peaks over at you, his smile turning predatory. Flying closer to you, your faces inches apart.

“If I help you down, you can give me a… kiss?”

Your whole body goes flush in seconds. You take a step backwards, away from him, completely forgetting where you were. Suddenly your whole world is flipping. Then you feel strong arms wrap around you. Almost as suddenly as you’re falling you’re flying into the air. Hawks is laughing and whooping as you clutch onto him, your heart pounding.

When you had calmed yourself to actually pay attention to what was around you, you realized that Hawks was the personification of wind. The strokes of his wings were sure and steady, yet ferocious and wild. You felt yourself completely enamored with it, with the wide grin on his face. You couldn’t help but scream and laugh in joy along with him. Looking at his glee you wondered how much he missed flying. He looked so alive. You found yourself thinking that despite all the risks you took in trying to save the injured bird, you were glad. You wouldn’t take back anything.

“Which human house is yours?” He asks. You glance down at where he was pointing. You see your tiny village, and your house at the edge, next to the field. It was your grandma’s, before she passed two years ago. You point down toward it.

“That one, with the brown roof!” You try to scream above the roaring winds. He smiles mischievously. Suddenly your stomach was in knots. He swoops into a free dive. Your screams this time are very real as the ground gets closer and closer as you fall faster and faster. At the last possible moment he pulls up, slowing to a stop and placing you down on shaky legs in the middle of the field.

“Now, about my payment,” he stalks toward you. Your cheeks get warm.

“What are you talking about? I never agreed…” your thought trails off as you catch his eye. He was looking at you again, not the look of a man, but the look of an animal.

“I didn’t just set you down, troublemaker, I even took you home. Surely I should get a kiss and more.” His voice is syrupy, as he begins stalking toward your flustered form.

“Hawks,” you try to warn, but it comes out more as a squeak that you intended. It sets his nerves on fire and he’s pounced onto you again. You land on your back, his forearms resting on either side of your head. He leans down nose brushing along your jugular, then you feel something warm and wet trail up your neck. You shudder.

“Hawks what the fu-“

“My name is Keigo.” You snort, how was this the time for introductions.

His face gets closer to yours, breath fanning across your cheeks. You open your mouth to protest, to say anything about the whiplash you were currently experiencing. Before you can say anything however his mouth is on yours. The kiss was hungry and fierce. His hands wander over your shoulder down your waist attaching to your hips, pulling you closer to him, as if there was any room in the first place. It felt good, so good you might’ve passed away and gone to heaven. Soon you’re kissing him back. You start a fight for dominance that you know you won’t win. He does, biting your lower lip and pushing his insistent tongue through your teeth. Your hands tangle into his hair and he groans. Damn that was hot.

A gunshot goes just above your heads. In an instant he’s off you. Then he takes off into the sky, several gunshots following him. He leaves you flushed red with swollen lips in the field. You hear the shouts of the villagers as they rush toward you. Eternally embarrassed you try to fix your messed up hair, wiping the saliva from your lips. Even as their concern hit your ears you could only think about that kiss.

Apparently you had caused a big hullabaloo when you hadn’t come down from the mountain. In fact a search party was just getting ready to track you down when they saw the creature fly into town. They were planning to stay far away from the monster, when one of the village children, who was hiding out in the bushes near you eating raspberries, saw you being attacked. You flushed hot at that, it was certainly one way to describe it. Well that’s when they all got together to scare the creature off.

Harpy. The elders called him. Spirit of the wind.

That was strangely fitting.

What was not fitting, was the claim that harpies stole people from the earth. You had only known Hawks -Keigo, for a week, and he wanted nothing to do with people. It was clear to the elders that you only narrowly avoided being stolen away. He was calling you up the mountain like a siren of the air. He almost kidnapped you away too, but by the grace of god you were returned to the village. Their story was preposterous, but the uncovered bruises adorning your neck only added to their suspicions. You had a little too much humility and embarrassment to explain that he was kissing you in the field, and that he wasn’t about to steal you away. Though you weren’t exactly opposed to the notion.

That was how you found yourself on house arrest. Confined to your home, volunteers watched you at all hours. They were set on preventing you from stepping even a foot outside, for fear he’d swoop down and steal you away in seconds. You tried to explain that he wasn’t that fast but your complaints fell on deaf ears. So you stayed inside for the two most excruciatingly boring days of your life. You wondered if he missed you, the kiss still fresh on your mind.

On his end Hawks was furious. When you hadn’t visited him for two whole days he immediately knew the culprit. It was clearly the other humans that shot at him, keeping you from visiting. It had finally settled into his mind that he wanted you, you were his, and he wasn’t too fond of sharing you with the town you were clearly trying to escape from. He flew around, where the other humans couldn’t see him, hoping to catch sight of you. Wherever they had you, it was inside. It was smart of them, but he knew it wouldn’t last forever. They’d have to let you outside sometime. And when they did he’d be ready. He stalked the town. Waiting patiently for his prey to appear. He wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving you twice.

After five days of being stuck indoors you threw such a big fit, that they agreed to let you outside. You figured they were getting tired of being on constant vigilance. No one had seen your bird man in days. Everyone but you hoped he moved on. So you packed as much money and supplies as you could into your bag and headed out into town square. It was clearly time for you to leave this town behind, and who knew maybe Keigo would let you tag along with him.

No sooner were you in the town square you felt a strong gust of wind. You heard screaming and the sound of gunshots before two hands plucked you from the ground and into the air. Gaining altitude, your village became a tiny speck below you.

“Need a lift groundling?” His voice calls out to you, airy and free.

“Yes I was just thinking about getting out and seeing the world. I wonder if anyone could help me with that?” You try to act coy, but the huge grin settled across your features gives you away.

“I know someone who can help, for a kiss of course.”

“Keigo!” You laugh. He laughs with you, flying you away from your town.

“What, no deal turtle dove?” He smiles at you, golden hair whipping around in the wind.

“Fine it’s a deal.” You roll your eyes.

With your adventure on the horizon you laugh, maybe the villagers were right. Maybe harpies did steal people away, but you found yourself not minding too terribly much.

[ama-kuu]

❥ Big Bad Wolf

♡ Pairings: Dabi x Reader 

✏ Summary: Little Red Riding Hood AU. You just wanted to deliver a basket of goodies to your grandma’s house, but you end up getting mixed up with a wolf who want’s more than just your basket…

!!Warnings!!: [18+ NSFW] Manipulation, Cursing, Virginity Loss, Dubcon, Breeding, Threats, Stalking, etc.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Your mom repeated cautiously.

“Yes, mother.”

“Let’s go over everything once more. Just to be safe.”

You let out a deep sigh before straightening your posture and starting over again. “I am to deliver this basket of goodies straight to grandmas house. Once I’m there, I will stay for a few days, and the-”

“Six days! Max.” Your mother corrected.

“Once I’m there, I will stay for a few days. Six days max.” You repeated, “and then I’m supposed to come straight home. No exceptions! Along the way, I will stick to the trail, and I’ll watch out for wolves!”

“Yes! Stay away from those beasts! They’re nothing but trouble.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Okay, okay… and here. Put this in your basket too.” Your mother added, placing a jar of some weird-looking goo off to the side “and some extra cookies, bandages, and… ooo this bottle of wine! Do you think she needs a book as well?”

“Mother, if you keep adding more stuff, I won��t be able to carry this basket all the way there! What is all of this stuff anyway?” You questioned frustratedly. 

Ever since your mother had gotten word that your dear old grandmother was bedridden, she hasn’t been taking it well. Sick with worry, but unable to visit because of how busy she was, you offered to go in her stead, and maybe help your grandma for a few days until she could get back on her feet. She normally doesn’t like you making the journey alone, in fact, this would be your first time ever being away by yourself, but she didn’t have much room for protest. 

She was swamped with work, ever since some rabbits got into her garden, she’s been having a hard time keeping up with the supply and demand of the townspeople. She just didn’t have enough veggies leftover to make enough of a profit on, so she really didn’t have any extra time to spare to help Grandma. But it’s not like your grandmother was terribly ill, just a small cold, but your mother said that at her age, even a small cold could be dangerous for the old woman. So here you are. Volunteering to deliver some goodies, and house sit until she’s well again.

“Just some aloe vera from the garden, last time we visited she seemed a little low, and you know an injury at her age could be dan-”

“Dangerous, yes mother, I know.”

“Oh good! And the wine and cookies are a nice treat for her since she can’t get out of bed. Same for the book. It’ll be something for her to enjoy while laying around. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, mother. But if I’m supposed to make it before sunset today. I need to start heading out.”

“You’re right. I suppose I’m just a little nervous is all.” She sighed. “Okay… don’t forget your water bottle for the trip. Then give me one great big hug and hurry out the door before I change my mind!” You giggled at your mothers’ silliness, giving her the biggest hug you could manage before walking out the door. “Stick to the trail! And stay away fro-”

“From wolves!” You called back at her. Giving her one last wave and a smile before running off towards the woods.

You were so excited to see your grandma and finally being allowed out on your own, that you didn’t stop running until you were almost out of breath. Your mother was a tad overprotective, so you weren’t really allowed to do much of anything on your own growing up, and even after you turned eighteen, you still had a very short leash, so being allowed out like this was a real treat. You could hardly contain your excitement, tightening your red hood ever so slightly, while humming in anticipation as you came closer to the usual fork in the road. 

“Well, aren’t we in a good mood.” A voice called out. You followed the voice to a man making his way out of the forest. Bundle of branches in one arm, and an ax in the other. He was older looking, but not as old as grandma, and not as young as your mother, with a big bushy beard and a bright smile. “Where are we off to on such a nice day?”

“Oh, I’m just visiting my grandma!” You replied, returning his smile with one of your own. “Are you a woodcutter?”

“I am indeed, little miss, and aren’t you the observant one.” He gave you a small bow before he released a deep laugh bellowing through the woods. You giggled slightly at the man’s childish behavior. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly does your grandma live? Over by Mossy Creek? Or Blue Lake?”

“She lives by Blue Lake… why do you ask?” You questioned curiously. Did he maybe know your grandma?

“Well, since your granny lives up by Blue Lake, that means you’ll be taking the path on the left side, correct?” He asked, motioning up ahead to the fork in the road.

“Actually, my mother and me always take the one on the right… is that… not-”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Common mistake! If you take the path on the left, it’ll actually get you up towards Blue Lake faster.”

“Umm, but mother sai-”

“I’m sure she thought that the path on the right was faster. In fact, most folks do. But trust in me. I’ve been going in and out of these woods since before you were in diapers. No one knows them better than me. Now, you most certainly don’t have to trust me. I just wanted to get you to your dear old grannies sooner is all.” He explains, raising both shoulders in defense.

He had a point. There was no harm in taking the shorter route and the sooner you got there the better.

“I’ll take your advice. Thank you very much, sir!” You waved goodbye before turning down the left path hearing the man call out a ‘be safe’ before you disappeared from view.

—

You had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach for a bit of time now. Maybe it was the change in pattern, or maybe it was your mothers’ voice echoing in your head just making you overly paranoid, but you’ve had the strangest feeling for quite a while now that someone has been watching you.

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[ama-kuu]

Ok so like top Keigo begging to breed the reader ✅✅ yes I'm a whore we die like women 

TW: Feral behavior, breeding, oviposition, VERY incorrect anatomy 💀, murder/yandere themes. Cringe, kinda dubcon cuz aphrodisiacs are involved? Keigo has a long dick which I wouldn't NORMALLY write but--oviposition--

I don't even think I have half the kinks listed but-- Curiosity killed the cat and I blame hentai for it.  

8k words and this is also my first hawks fic in years lmao

Out of the many ways to be woken up, blaring sirens has to be your least favorite. They could only mean one of two things: either you're dreaming that something is critically wrong with the ship--the hunk of metal traveling at light speed and the only thing protecting your very mortal body from an infinite void--or you wish you were.

You always suffered horrible dreams, especially since becoming the mechanic of a scouting craft. It was an honorable job, but you were the youngest in your trade and therefore assigned the worst vessel. Your very own little wreck, which you affectionately nicknamed "Buster", was notorious for constantly having critical failures. You never went a single day without something acting up; bonus points if it could kill you. Combine that with a crew that treats you like the cabin maintenance crew and you've got the recipe for a crappy voyage. 

The sirens continuously blair so you pull your pillow over your head, praying that anybody else will deal with it. Hopefully it was just the navigator flying you into an asteroid field again. The forcefield will handle it. 

Unfortunately, that wish is blown out the window when the ship jolts, sending anything that isn't bolted to the ground flying across the cabin--including you. 

You sprawl face-first into the door of your room, bashing your nose with enough force to spatter blood across the ground. At least you know the artificial gravity is working. The red emergency lights click on just as you manage to orient yourself. The glowing blue hand sensor that unlocks your door is right in front of your face, so you angrily slap it. 

The door opens with a hiss, and you stagger into the hallway. 

The ship Commander is already in the control center, a spacious room in the middle of the ship with a circular console at its center displaying all of the ship's systems, calmly regarding the countless blinking errors and red lights across the dashboard. 

You speak before he does. "What happened?" You ask, hoping that he was awake when the problems began. 

A quick glance at the console tells you that there is far more wrong than a simple malfunction. Every system on the right side of the ship has failed, including the engine, backup generators, and force field.

The Commander stares blankly at the error messages, eyebrows wrinkled as he ponders.

"I... don't know," he replies. His focus shifts from the console to the window. You follow his gaze and see nothing but the blank slate of space. 

The other crewmates enter the room.

The Navigator slaps his hands down on the console, causing the holographic image to shake. 

"Did you guys see that light? It was like a star passed by my window!" He says, eyes full of wonder. 

You shrug your shoulders, not willing to admit that you might've slept through a bit of the commotion. 

The gunner vigorously nods.  

"I saw it too!" She says, "it was like a rainbow--do you think it could've been a comet?" 

The Commander shakes his head.

"If we were that close to a comet, we'd be dead." He says in that gravely voice born from yelling too much in his lifetime.  

Nobody says anything for a long time. The sirens continued to blare, filling the ship with a haunting melody. 

While you're supposed to wait for his orders, several vital systems are down, including the forcefield, and you'd rather fix those issues before you all end up as meat popsicles in the vacuum of space. The best strategy is to fix as much as you can from inside of the ship. Any cracks or dents need to be sealed before you go outside to ensure the safety of the crew and, with any luck, you'll be able to fix the force field and make outside travel safer. 

Your name is yelled, causing you to jump. The Commander's eyes bore into yours.

"Did you hear me?" He barks, "I want you to go fix what you can. Start with surveying the damage from the outside."

Surprise scrunches your face. It would be incredibly dangerous for you to go outside with the forcefield down, not to mention all the other safety risks…

"But wouldn't it be more efficient to start with the genera--" you start, but the commander cuts you off with a glare. 

Right, talking back is strictly against the rules. 

 As you turn to leave, you can't help but notice that none of the other crewmates are getting up. They just stare at you, waiting for you to leave, likely so that they can discuss what happened. 

You have to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. Fixing the ship is what you want to do, wasn't it important for you to know what happened? One of them probably slept through watch duty or something and they're scared you'll snitch to the Mothership, which you would, but anybody should if somebody is endangering the lives of the crew. 

Whatever, It doesn't matter, you can work with what you have. 

You reach the gear room in record time and pull on your spacesuit at a speed that would make a fireman jealous. The airlock is a small, cold cubic room that separates you from the rest of the cabin when you need to go out into space. It's a familiar place, but this time you can't help but worry as the door deals shut behind you. 

The force field is down. That means that at any moment, space particles could collide with you or the ship. You tightly secure the tether around your waist and reach out with a shaky hand to push the button that opens the space hatch. The airlock whooshes open and the vacuum whips you from the spacecraft. You'll never get used to that, the way space wants to claw you deeper into its expanse.

The red lights from inside the cabin dance across your helmet, but it's nothing compared to the brilliance of the cosmos. This is nothing like you used to see near earth, or even on the Mothership.  There are planets and Stars all around you shining every imaginable kind of color, but the beauty is deceiving. With this many objects comes infinitely many obstacles that your ship must navigate around. Without your ship in working order, you're sitting ducks. 

Everybody's life depended on your ability to properly assess the damages. 

The thrusters on the bottom of your boots activate, pushing you back towards the ship. 

From this angle, the craft looks eerily normal. Not a single dent blemishes the smooth chrome of the left side of the spaceship, and you can even see your ghostly reflection staring back at you. 

You give your tether an experimental tug to make sure it isn't tangled, then expertly navigate underneath the ship. 

It's the same as the left side, perfectly polished and intact, which only piques your curiosity. What could damage the right side of the ship but nothing else...And how damaged is it to cause that many errors? 

When you travel to the right side of the ship, your questions only grow.  

It is scorched. Like a loaf of bread if you leave it in the oven too long. The polished metal surface is black as coal and a large scrape runs across the ship from the back fin until stopping just before the front observatory window. If that had cracked, everybody would be dead. 

This is especially unsettling because the spacecraft is made of cronium--a substance that conducts 0 heat and physically can't burn--as far as you know. And, while even space junk the size of a grain of sand can be deadly at the speed of light, the force field is designed to deflect anything smaller than a softball. Objects any bigger than that are automatically picked up by the ships sensors and the autopilot changes course.  

So whatever passed by was hotter than any lab tests your colony could perceive and too fast for your sensors to pick up.  

Great. 

A particle no bigger than a grain of sand shoots past your head and strikes the ship, exploding in a small puff of smoke. 

You wonder what life decisions led you to this moment, tied to a spacecraft billions of miles from earth and weeks away from even the Mothership. You could've chosen to stay on your home planet, despite the nuclear apocalypse, and live out your years with both feet on land. Surely the destruction from the bombs would be cleared up by now. 

But here you are, alone and completely at mercy to whatever space decides to throw at you. 

You propel yourself closer to the spaceship until you can touch the charred material. Upon brushing a finger across the surface, you realize the black rubs off to reveal flawless chrome underneath. 

You navigate towards the removable maintenance panel, and spiritually cross your fingers, hoping that the cronium protected it as well as the rest of the ship. Your heart sinks when you see that the scratch runs straight through it and the metal plate is twisted and nearly cut in half, leaving many of the crucial wires exposed to space. You managed to pry the panel open, but the hinge crumbles, leaving the door floating. You don't have the means to fix that, so you just let it glide away. You probably have a replacement for it anyways. 

The state of the interior is horrible. Plastic and metal are melted in a useless melted blob of gunk. You can barely identify the tubes that bring power to the right engine. 

Everything has to be completely removed and replaced. 

It could take hours to do that, and while the engine is down it can't supply the thrusters or forcefield. Without the thrusters, the ship can't change course, and without the force field, the ship is open to assault from various space junk. One small crack can open up the entire shuttle to the vacuum of space. 

Great.

The good news is, the only reason the forcefield and thrusters are offline is because they're not receiving power from the engine. Fix the engine problems and you fix all of them. 

Something catches your eye. A glimmer, stuck between the melted pipes. You shake your head, thinking it's some kind of reflection on your visor, then lean closer, this is certainly no reflection. It's iridescent-- reflecting brighter than the light surrounding it should and casting rainbows on the surrounding metal. 

You reach in and pull it free--only to see that it's...A feather? You twist the delicate thing between your fingers. It's gorgeous, about the length of your palm and shining like a diamond. How could a feather be out here?

Your oxygen beeps, reminding you that your time outside is limited.

You shove the mysterious item in your pocket and zip it tightly for later examination, then rush back inside.  

---------------

The Commander is waiting for you when you exit the airlock. 

"Find anything?" He asks, expression guarded. 

"No," You say as you attempt to hurry past him, eager to fix the vital functions. 

He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him, and he squints at you, analyzing your face.

"You didn't see anything?" He presses. 

"No, fuck off! I'm trying to SAVE us!" You spit. It must have been a little convincing because he releases your arm, but there is skepticism and fear in his gaze. 

Whatever happened to the ship, he's wondering how much you know about it. 

The Commander doesn't move as you round the corner, but unease twists your stomach. 

The hallways are dark and quiet, aside from the occasional groan and shudder from the ship. You're still traveling at a decent speed through space, because without the systems on the right side working, there is no way the commander or autopilot could safely slow the speed of the craft. Sure, all of the thrusters are off, but in a vacuum you just keep moving until something stops you. Luckily, it's mostly empty out here, so there's not much you could collide with, but it would be days before the mothership receives your SOS, then weeks for a rescue pod to arrive.  

Your crew is helpless until you fix everything. 

You enter the maintenance room contain all the spare parts. It's always overly warm in here even with the energy core stable and behind thick glass. Pipes and dials cover the walls, all a shiny chrome and leading to various systems around the ship. Everything leading to the damaged side of the ship is sealed off by emergency valves, just as they're meant to do in an emergency. Even though the forcefield and thrusters are undamaged, for now,  they'll remain off until you secure the energy source for the engine. 

So your only concern is getting that engine working again and that would require some cutting and welding, so you head straight to the back storage lockers. 

Luckily you know where everything is due to your experiences patching up the ship.  In your backpack, you place thermotubes, pliers, and laser welder. A roll of sealer tape catches your eye, so you add it as well. You can use it to replace the missing panel.

Before you head back into space, you walk to the control room to announce over the intercom that you have to close off the right side of the ship--just in case the crack somehow makes it through to the inner cabin.  

When the announcement is done, you expect to hear obnoxious complaints from your crewmates who probably went back to bed, but instead, you're met with silence. 

Maybe they're actually doing their jobs.  You think to yourself. Then you burst out laughing. They're just ignoring you. 

You decide to relay one final message. "I have to shut down the right side of the ship. Your doors won't work, so don't blame me when you get locked in with the power off." That seems sufficient. 

On your way to the airlock, you glance down the right hallway just to check one more time for stray crewmates. The Navigator and the Gunner both have bedrooms down there, as well as a kitchen and living area. All the main lights are off, but the red glow from the emergency lights allows you to see that the bedroom doors are wide open and nobody is in the common area. So they must be in the safe room? That would be a smart decision. 

The safe room is an escape pod, but it also serves as a container for all food and water. Upon the commander's direction, it can disconnect from the rest of the ship and sustain life for as long as your original mission was planned for. In the back of your mind, you wonder if they'd leave without you if you're unable to fix the damage to the ship. 

You suppress that negative thought because they won't have to worry, you've got this. You hurry to get your suit on and set down your backpack to shrug the heavy garment across your shoulders. You reminisce over the memory of your sleek, custom-fit spacesuit back on the mothership. You can't believe Buster is equipped with the oldest, bulkiest suits available. Didn't they land on the moon with these things? 

You secure the helmet with a click and awkwardly bend over to pick up your backpack. 

But it's not there. 

You spin around, nearly tripping over yourself in the process, but, nope--it's definitely gone.

Tik Tik

Something taps the top of your helmet. You struggle to look up, but your neck movement is too restricted to see. You stagger backward, landing against the wall, and flail to get the helmet off. 

Anger hazes your vision. 

Who would be messing with you at a time like this? The navigator pops into your head, with his dopey smile and laugh that only somebody with half a brain cell could produce. He would. 

Your helmet pops off and the instant you're breathing the cabin air again you're yelling profanities and frantically searching the room, but all you see are the bare chrome walls of the airlock, and there's no obnoxious laughter echoing down the hallway. 

Apprehension twists your gut. Has the stress gotten to you? Could you be hallucinating? You scan the room again, slowly. 

There has to be a logical explanation. 

You calmly rub your temples and take a deep breath to slow your frantic heart. You definitely packed that bag and took it with you. That's not just something you would imagine. 

You unzip yourself from the suit and check the back to make sure that you didn't already attach the backpack without realizing it. 

It's not there. Was it possible that you left it back in the maintenance room?

The beautiful chime of laughter fills the cabin. 

"Are you missing something, Dove?" An unfamiliar voice calls behind you. 

Your head whips around, but nothing is there.

 As you're beginning to believe you're insane, you feel something tap your head again. You shriek, hands rising to protect yourself as you crouch to the ground and look up.

A pair of predatory eyes, narrowed to slits and glowing yellow in the dark, leer back at you from inside a vent. Something beautiful and sparkling zips up into the darkness to join it. 

"You took something that's mine, so it's only fair I take something that's yours." It says. The eyes narrow mischievously. You can tell from the way every single one of your hairs stand on end that this mysterious being is dangerous. 

You wobble to your feet and back into the doorway, not sure if you want to stand your ground or flee. Could your crewmates respond to your scream before the creature kills you? Would they even want to? They'd probably eject the safety pod as soon as they heard a struggle. Maybe they already knew this creature was on the ship. That would explain why they're gone...

You're on your own. 

"I never took anything from you." You say, surprising yourself with how stern your voice sounds. "Please give my bag back. I need it to fix the ship." 

The creature sighs--an astonishingly human sound, and rolls its eyes. 

"Have it your way." 

Hundreds of brilliant--things--burst out of the vent. They whip around your hair and flutter past your body, flapping like a whirlwind of papers, then a figure is revealed through the swarm as the beautiful objects collect behind it into two shimmering wings. 

The scene before you nearly brings you to your knees. If you ever dreamt Gods existed, this is what you imagined. An inhumanly beautiful man stands before you, with tousled golden hair and flawless, glowing skin. He's completely bare, aside from a blanket of glimmering feathers that cover his lower region and end at his upper thighs, showing off his divinely sculpted torso that no normal human could have, but by far the most awe-inspiring feature are his massive, crystalline wings. 

 You can feel some writhing against your thigh, and you realize it's your feather from earlier trying to join the others. So you did steal something from him. 

His expression is casual, despite the harsh markings around his eyes, but his movement screams predator as he steps forward, sleek muscles rippling, holding your backpack out with a clawed hand. 

You instinctively take a step back. 

The winged man stops and quirks his head in an inquisitive manner, akin to a dog or bird. 

"Do you not want your bag?" He asks. His honey voice sends chills down your spine. 

Of course, you want your bag, but you don't trust this situation. Where did he come from? How did he get on the ship? 

You swallow and finally find your voice. "What are you? How do you know my language?" You ask, glancing behind you to make sure your escape route is clear. 

He rolls his eyes as if such a simple question offends him. "You can call me whatever you like, but it seems the closest word in your vocabulary is alien. Though I like God." He says with a salacious smirk. 

The winged man hangs your backpack on the hook meant for your suit and leans against the doorway. Such a relaxed pose is out of place at a time like this. "I'm not from your planet earth. I live out here" He gestures wildly around.  

It's as if he can hear your protest before you open your mouth. "And it wasn't hard to learn your primitive language." He hums, "I've been watching your party for quite some time." The same easy smile graces his features. 

Every answer he gives just raises more questions. 

"How long? Why?" You push.

He groans and rolls his eyes. 

"So many questions. How about you answer one of mine first, then I'll answer yours, hmm?"

You hesitantly nod. It's in your best interest to agree with him. You eye your bag, resting just behind him inside the airlock. 

His wings flutter with excitement. Apparently getting his way takes his edge off--noted. 

"What's your name?" He asks. 

The question catches you off guard. It seems so unimportant considering the ship could blow at any moment, but maybe that doesn't worry him. 

"Shouldn't you know if you've been watching us?" You counter. You find the courage to take a step forward, hoping to push past him and grab your brag when you get the chance. His pupils narrow, but he doesn't otherwise react to the movement. 

"None of the others call you by your real name." He says, the beaming smile gone from his face. "But if you like to be called Dove, be my guest." 

You're taken aback. You'd never really considered it, the fact that your crewmates always refer to you as "maintenance girl", but now that he mentions it, that kinda burns. They never even tried to get to know you. 

It makes you even angrier that you didn't notice until this stalking alien pointed it out in a hallway blinking red from the ship's emergency lights. 

Honestly, fuck this. 

"I don't have time for this--I need to fix the ship." You insist, not even thinking as you walk past him to grab your bag. 

You collide with his wing face-first, the feathers soft but surprisingly strong. You rub your nose and glare up at him, but the look in his eyes silences any words before they reach your tongue. 

"You aren't ignoring me, are you?" The tone of his voice is too happy for his expression. He looks furious, with eyebrows drawn tight with a small forced smile. 

You let out a strained breath. Was it from nervousness or frustration? Probably both. 

"I just need my bag so I can go out and fix the ship, then I will answer your questions." You promise. 

"Do you not feel safe with me here?" He questions. 

You're not sure how to answer that. Of course you don't feel safe. The ship is in critical condition and you don't know what this insane birdman is capable of. 

But if you say no you don't think it will end well for you. 

"I would feel a lot safer if I could fix the ship." You explain. You force a smile in hopes that he'll let you go. 

He leans back, considering it for a second. 

"I know a safe place. You won't have to leave." He finally chirps, the sickly sweet smile back on his face. 

He grabs your hand and pulls you into the hallway before you can protest. 

"What do you mean? Where?" You yelp, but he just reassures you it's safe. 

The ship isn't very large, so it doesn't take you long to figure out where he's taking you. The safe room is at the back of the ship on the left side, right behind yours and the commander's bedrooms. If you go there, you know the gunner won't hesitate to shoot you both down. Not that she could save you if she wanted to with that aim of hers. 

You dig your heels into the ground to stop him, but between the smooth flooring and his unwilling strength, you just uselessly slide along. 

"The other crewmates will see you!" You shout, desperately hoping the idea of facing off against the other crewmates would scare him, but he doesn't respond. 

You prepare to awkwardly greet everyone at the safe room, already running through ideas on how to introduce this otherworldly birdman. How exactly do you explain something like this? 'Hey, yeah sorry I couldn't fix the ship, this inane hot alien dragged me across the ship. 

You stop at the entryway and said birdman looks at you expectantly. 

Oh right, the hand scanner. You reach out and press your hand to the illuminated glass and the door slides open with a satisfying hiss of air. 

A blood-curdling scream tears through the cabin. 

The safe room is in tatters, with bed sheets and pillows strewn across the floor. The gunner is clutching her arm and backed into a corner, blood running past her hand, alone. She's staring over your shoulder. 

And the alien is staring back. 

Three crystalline feathers shoot from his wings and pierce her chest with a sickening thud, silencing her mid-shriek. 

"Looks like I missed one." He sighs. His tone is neutral, as if he just killed a bug. 

Your hand shoots to your mouth, holding back the scream rising in your throat. 

The alien storms past you into the safe room and frantically strips away the bloodied blankets and pillows, throwing them into the corner with the gunner's body. 

You don't want to stick around to find out what the hell he's doing. 

You slap your hand against the sensor to close the door and run. You're about halfway down the hallway when he pounds against the barrier, his furious protests audible through feet of metal.

You're not sure how long that will hold him. You need to find the others. Would the Commander be in his room? It's your only hope.

Your breath is burning, but you can't slow down. When you finally reach the left hallway relief washes over your body, but it's soon soiled when you notice the Commander's door is wide open. He never leaves it open. 

When you turn the corner, your suspicions are confirmed. It's completely trashed. Every cabinet has been ripped from its hinges--contents haphazardly strewn across the floor. Your heart sinks when you notice blood splattered across the back wall, shining inky black in the glow of the red emergency lights. All the sheets and pillows have been removed from his bed. 

But a body is nowhere in sight, luckily. 

You call out to the Commander and Navigator but receive no reply. 

The alien's voice echoes through the hallway, distant, but chilling. "You're pretty bold for a snared little Dove." 

He's out.

You creep over to the doorway, avoiding all the loose papers, and peer out into the hallway. It's only lit by red emergency lights, making it hard to see from far away, but considering how reflective his feathers are, you're willing to bet he's searching the right-wing right now. Maybe he thought you'd try to go outside to fix the ship. 

You consider your options. 

...Did you have options? 

You could try to find a livable planet and land the craft. Then you'd have at least a sliver of hope to escape him, but there was almost no way this spaceship was going anywhere in its current state, and the alien would likely stop you before you could redirect it. 

The safe room would be a solid option, but it can't eject unless the commander was present to scan his hand…

You need to keep looking for the Commander. 

"You're so cute." A voice chimes above you. 

Horror grips your body. You look up to see two burning yellow eyes peering down from the vent. 

How did he get here so fast? 

You leap to your feet and scramble out of the room, silently begging for a little more time.

A sickeningly beautiful chuckle chimes behind you, then there's a tha-thump as two feet hit the ground. You're fighting for your life and he's enjoying it. 

You race into your room across the hallway, sliding your hand across the sensor while you run to close the door behind you. Your heart is pounding in your ears.

You frantically search for something--anything that you can defend yourself with, but you stop when you notice something. 

The door never clicked shut. 

Turning around, you see a hardened feather holding the door open. Your eyes travel to your pocket, and there is a slash in your leggings where the betraying object had been.

Taloned fingers wrap around the door, then the metal crumples like paper, revealing an obnoxiously satisfied alien. 

Feathers shoot from his wings and you recoil, expecting them to dive into your chest, but instead, they strike your clothing and pin you against the wall.

"Caught ya!" The alien says, a mischievous smirk on his face. 

"What do you want?" You gasp. Tears threaten to overflow.

His happy expression disappears. 

"Did I scare you?" He asks with a genuinely concerned tilt to his head. He's suddenly in front of you, lifting your chin with a talon and caressing the side of your face, turning you around to look for injuries. The gesture is too intimate. 

When you don't respond, he continues. "I would never hurt you." 

Your laugh surprises you.

"What about the Gunner?" You spit. 

"They all deserved it." He growls. 

"What do you mean they?" You ask, fearing the answer. 

"Your crewmates." He says matter-of-factly, "They were annoying."

You feel as though the use of the word 'were' was intentional. 

"You murdered them all?" You cry. 

He nods vigorously and smiles as if expecting praise.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" you yell.

He recoils, obviously insulted by the question.

"Because you're mine." He states. "Nobody is allowed to hurt what's mine."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" You say. You try to wriggle out of your feathery restraints, but they hold tight. 

The alien's golden eyes meet yours with intense, unreadable emotion, then he buries his face in your throat and deeply inhales. 

"Mine." He whispers against your skin. 

You stumble over your words and your face flushes, but when his lips press against your pulse you immediately snap to your senses. 

"I'm nobody's--alien." You attempt to kick him off and he actually backs away despite your feeble effort. His feathers withdraw with him and you drop onto unstable knees, immediately turning your head to the side to avoid his persistent gaze. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Keigo." He says. 

"What?" You squeak. 

"My name is Keigo." He repeats. "And what about yours?" 

You want to zip your lips and run away as fast as you can, but that would be a bad idea. Even if you managed to escape, there are only so many places to hide. If you play into whatever this is, maybe this psycho-crazy alien will let you go. He's kept you alive this long, right? Surely he has his own ship to leave on, how else could he be here? 

You shakily say your name, and he repeats it, the syllables rolling off his tongue like it's the most sacred word in the universe. 

He gives a satisfied chirp, then turns to leave. 

"Follow." He demands, and you wordlessly comply.

He takes you back to the Safe Room, but when he looks at you expectantly to open the door, you're paralyzed from the fear of what's behind.

Does he expect you to stay in there with the body of one of your crewmates?

Keigo grows impatient and grabs your hand to push it against the sensor himself. You wince when it pops open with that familiar hiss, but you're once again surprised. The room is spotless, aside from the mound of blankets and pillows in the middle.

 A few glimmering feathers shoot from the pile to join their master. So they can move even when he's not there? 

"I can feel and hear through every single feather," Keigo mentions. 

The alien ushers you into the room, making sure the door is securely shut, before hurrying past you and examining the mound of pillows and blankets. He makes a sound that can only be described as disappointment."I wish there was more."

You can't imagine how big he was expecting the pile to be, considering it already took up half of the room. 

"What's it for?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

"It's a nest." Keigo ruffles a pillow and moves it to a new spot. 

That doesn't exactly answer your question, but birds sleep in nests--right? Considering his avian appearance, it makes sense. He intended for you two to stay in the safe room for some time, so he must've collected this all here to rest on. 

"Why didn't you kill me?" You ask. 

Keigo looks up from the nest. 

"You're important." He says vaguely. Why doesn't he give more than few-word answers? 

"Why?" You snap, instantly regretting the sharpness of your tone. 

If he notices your impatience, Keigo doesn't show it. He playfully climbs on top of the pile and pats the cushion next to him, as if he's calling a puppy. 

You're comfortable on the opposite side of the room, but you want to remain on his good side. And besides, if it weren't for the giant shimmering wings, talons, otherworldly beauty, and markings, he could almost pass as human. 

He happily hums when you take your position next to him and, to your surprise, he holds his arms and wings tight against himself to avoid being in your space. 

You focus on twiddling your hands in your lap, but you can feel his gaze on your face. 

"I will tell you everything you want to know." He says, leaning forward until he's in your peripheral vision. He doesn't like to be ignored. 

"What makes me important?" You repeat, pretending that your fingers are very interesting. "I'm sure that any one of my crewmates was more qualified for whatever you want me for?" 

Keigo snorts, a sound that you did not expect from such a graceful creature. 

"Why do you think I saved you?" He asks, sincere curiosity clear in his voice. 

"Uhmm…" You stall, completely unsure how to answer. Keigo said that he'd been watching your ship for a while, so this whole thing was planned. Or was he a silent observer and decided to just step in when your ship got damaged? You remember that you never figured out what hit you to begin with. The red emergency lights from the main cabin still flash through the window. "I don't know why you saved me." You answer honestly. 

"It's because you're perfect." His voice is barely above a murmur as he pulls your hands from your lap. You squeak in surprise, but obey when he taps your knuckles to get you to open. Angry crescents line your palms where your nails dug into the skin from gripping so tightly. He clicks his tongue. "You worry too much." 

He doesn't release your hands while he continues. "My people have an extra sense. The closest word I can find in your language is mind-reading, but that's not exactly it." 

So he can hear your thoughts? That's a little embarrassing. In order to stop your mind from instantly going to something embarrassing, you think really hard about cheeseburgers. 

Keigo gently flicks your forehead. Your eyes snap to him, but your annoyance melts away when you see how warm his eyes are, like pools of honey. "I cannot tell exactly what you are thinking." He chuckles. "I can just feel your emotions. Hungry?" 

You rub your forehead and nod, a little amazed by his ability. 

A few feathers leave his back and disappear into the storage containers at the back of the room. They soon return with a shake-to-make Spaghetti meal and a bottle of water. 

Admittedly, it wasn't a cheeseburger, but it would do. You pour a quarter of the water bottle into each side of the bag, one with noodles and the other a powder that somehow turns into a sauce, then shake it to activate the heat.

You eat as he explains the rest of the story to you. He didn't have a ship at all. His species is perfectly equipped for space travel--hence the telekinetic wings. He said that your ship was the first contact with other life he's had in a while, though it wasn't his first contact with humans. He refused to elaborate on the first time, however. Other members of his species aren't so friendly with each other, especially the females, who were apparently about the size of a small planet. 

"So you learned my language just from watching my ship?" You ask, setting the discarded spaghetti packet by your feet. A group of feathers instantly whisks it away. 

"Yes." Keigo answers. "I learned many things from watching. For one, your crewmates were filthy."  A sour expression scrunches his face, the first unpleasant emotion you've seen during the conversation. 

"Filthy…?" You whisper, more so repeating it to yourself than asking him. 

"Their minds were corrupt." He says, stretching back until he's laying flat against the nest. "Especially around you. They treated you like garbage. Do you know the kind of thoughts filled the Navigator's mind?" He hisses a word in a foreign language, "I couldn't take any more--I had to save you." 

He had to save you? It suddenly clicks--he wasn't saving you from a damaged ship. 

He was the one who damaged the ship! Your suspicions were right. The commander's strange behavior, Keigo conveniently popping in at the perfect time. The feather. 

"You destroyed the ship." You accuse. 

"Guilty." You can hear the smirk in his voice. He wasn't even trying to hide it. "Although, I wouldn't say destroyed--if I wanted, this ship would be dust." 

You can't stop the rage that boils up. How dare he barge in when you were handling the situation fine yourself? Sure, they were assholes, but you dealt with it just fine. And they definitely didn't deserve death. 

A feather zips past your head, then doubles back to push against your chest. You fall back into the bedsheets with him and his head immediately appears above yours, a halo of light framing his face, the same concern written across his features. "You're upset?"

"You destroyed the ship and killed my crewmates!" You shout. 

"I didn't want to," Keigo admits. "I planned to wait until you were farther out--so we would have more time…"  He looks like he wants to say more, but his lips part without a sound, concern scrunching his eyebrows.  

"More time for what?" You insist. 

He nervously looks around the room, for once sparing you from his piercing gaze.

"It's coming too soon." He continues, obviously choosing his words carefully.  

Out of the many things you consider this alien to be, nervous isn't one of them. 

"What is?" 

"Can I show you?" He asks. 

You nod, not quite sure what you're expecting, but Keigo leans down until your foreheads touch. His breath pans against your lips, golden locks of hair tickle the sides of your face, is he going to kiss you?

Suddenly, something weird happens. You can feel him. Not his physical body, but his mind. It surrounds you, warm and secure. You can tell it's far larger and more complex than your own.

"I'm going to share what I feel." He says and you give a silent affirmation. 

Suddenly, your mind is ablaze. An intense, burning need fills every fiber of your being. A desire to give, to protect, to claim. You can't even hear yourself think. It's all primal, overwhelming hunger. 

And it's gone just as fast. 

Keigo is retreating and you're chasing after him, hands reaching out for his shoulders. 

Before you can touch him, a feather pushes you back to the bed.  "If you touch me, expect to be bred." 

Suddenly, the hungry feeling pops, as if it were a thin film over your mind, and rational thought returns. You're not sure what emotion takes its place...disappointment? 

You can't believe he's able to hold himself back. "What's stopping you from--"

"From taking you here and now?" Keigo completes your sentence. His eyes are no more than slits and his hand is clasped hard over his nose, digging deep white scratches into his cheek. Can he smell your excitement? "I want my dove to be happy. I can feel your emotions, and though there is--arousal, it is not your own. " His chest rises in ragged breaths as if talking is an incredible effort. "I cannot do things you wouldn't like, your mind would stop me." 

You consider this. Non-consensual acts affect the mind of both parties in this species? 

Why is that so hot? 

This thing that's 'coming'… it must be some sort of mating cycle. Why else would his mind be made of nothing but that?

"The male members of my species have a...rut...?" He answers your unspoken question, though his words sound like an inquiry themselves, "when we mature, we must seek out a female to further our population. They will sense our presence, and if they don't like what they feel, they will eat us." 

The image of a planet-sized bird woman snapping Keigo up makes you shudder. 

"So you must avoid females at all costs then, right?" You ask. Surely if he could restrain himself this long from you, he could ride out his rut alone in space. 

Keigo shakes his head. "If we don't mate, we die." 

You nearly choke on your spit, "Pardon?" 

He answers with an affirmative chirp. 

"Couldn't you just…?" You suggestively shake your fist, a blush burning your cheeks as his eyes follow the motion. 

Keigo shakes his head solemnly. "We need the presence of another mind--it's complicated." 

You sit awkwardly in silence for a moment, then Keigo notices you're still pinned by his feather. His surprised expression is adorable as he lifts the plumage to join his wings. 

You decide to remain laying down, finding it easier to focus on the ceiling while you think... So if you didn't get it on with a gorgeous space alien, said space alien was going to die from horniness? 

Honestly, you could think of worse things. And as far as you knew...everything he's done so far has been with your best interest in mind, albeit unconventional. But where was he supposed to learn that these things were wrong? 

He must've sensed your thought process because Keigo instantly perks up. His eyes sparkle with the intensity of a puppy begging for treats.

Maybe you can help him?

With a snap of his shimmering wings, he's upon you. 

"Please help me." His plea was little more than hot breath against your ear, "It hurts." 

His voice breaks into a whine on that last word as his hips slot between your thighs, revealing just how desperately hard he is for you. Strong arms brace his upper body above you, warm and secure. 

Although you're surprised, you can't stop the bolt of fire to your core. All you can feel is him, his arms holding you secure, see his beautiful wings splayed out above you. He smells sweet and spicy--the duality envelopes you. 

"Why me?" You ask again.

"Why not you?" He counters, lowering his head to your neck again and deeply inhaling. He shudders, wings twitching, and a humm rumbles his chest. "This is my...first rut," he hesitantly admits, "and I was on my way to find a female when I flew into your ship. I could feel your mind from a lightyear away and it felt so soothing. It felt right. I knew I had to have you or die trying." 

Your mind stutters when his lips ghost your skin. They travel up your neck to your jaw, where he places playful nibbles, before continuing higher and stopping just below your lips. His lower body remains perfectly still, but you're suddenly wishing for friction. 

 He then leans back to peer at you, and If it's possible to fuck you with a look, this is it. His golden irises glow behind thick lashes, framed by those striking black markings and beautifully tousled hair, but his lips are the most alluring feature, soft and slightly parted--waiting. Your heartbeat drops to your cunt.

You can feel his mind again, gentle, reassuring. Is this what he feels when he looks at you? The thought makes you smile. You don't think twice before your hands are traveling up, finding purchase in the soft tufts at the back of his head and pulling him down. 

When your lips finally touch, a pleased sound rumbles deep in his chest. The kiss starts curious and hesitant, but grows desperately passionate when he hungrily bites your lip to demand access, which you're more than eager to grant him. You're pleased to find that he tastes sweeter than he smells. 

He's smothering you with his body.  His wings block out the world and as his pelvis grinds you into the blankets, his hand grasps the back of your neck to hold you in place. 

 When you finally gasp for air, he hisses in annoyance and presses his mouth against your neck to suck dark hickeys. The swirl of his tongue feels heavenly--far better than it should--as if all of your nerves are singing. Was this hypersensitivity an ability of his? 

You don't have time to dwell on it, because his hands are under your shirt, running up your stomach and groping your chest through your bra. You desperately want to help him remove the clothing, but before your hands make it halfway, a group of crystalline feathers turn your shirt and bra into ribbons. The cold cabin is shocking, but Keigo's warm hands and mouth descend on your exposed skin, nipping and sucking one nipple while twisting the other. The movements are sloppy and impatient, but it feels so good combined with his hips slowly rutting into yours that a moan escapes your lips. 

Keigo coos and pulls away from you despite your protests, reaching for your sweatpants, sliding his fingers under the waistband, and waiting for your approval before he slides them down your legs. Your drenched panties go with them, trailing a string of slick. Hjs eyes narrow to slits when he sees it and his throat bobs in an effort to swallow.

"So wet for me already." He teases, unable to look away from your exposed cunt. Your face burns as he leans down to lap up the mess you've made. You try to close your legs, but he holds them open, his tongue traveling up your folds before circling your clit and harshly sucking. You arch up into him, but his grab is firm, talons barely scratching your skin--a warning. As he devours you, he makes pleasurable sounds, as if the taste alone is enough to send him over the edge. Even when you whine, already feeling that familiar burning pressure grow, he doesn't let up. It's embarrassing how fast your climax is approaching, but with your senses heightened, you probably would have gotten off on kissing. You try to ground yourself by grasping the pillows, but it's too late, his tongue swirls perfectly and you're coming undone, clenching around nothing, with barely any effort on his part. 

He leans back with the smuggest expression on his face and you desperately want to wipe it off, but your confidence drains when your eyes land on his lower body. His stomach is perfectly toned and shiny with sweat, but if you look further, his brilliant covering of feathers parts to reveal a painfully erect cock, pre already beading at the tip. It looks human, apart from a small ridge that runs along the bottom, and it's not overly massive, but it would easily be the envy of any average male and you have no idea how the fuck it will fit inside you.

Keigo's wings perk up, obviously fond of the attention. He crawls back over you and you attempt to wiggle free, a little hesitant, but it only takes one of his hands pushing down in the middle of your chest to stop you. He peers down at you, golden eyes blown wide and lidded with arousal. He can see the worry on your face, sense it in your mind, but he doesn't look concerned. He bends down to nuzzle your neck. 

"You can take it, Dove. Be good for me." He whispers hotly against your skin, ending the sentence with a wet kiss to your throat. His hips slowly push forward, parting your legs until his head nudges your entrance. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and Keigo releases a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper. "You'll look so pretty with my cock fucking you full of brood." He hisses, his hips bucking forward, pressing the tip hard against your tight ring until it pops through with a burning stretch.

"It's too much…"  You protest, but your complaint dies on your lips when his thumb slides down to circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body as every aching inch slides in. By the time he's hilted, you're filled to your absolute limit, panting and shaking around his cock, the pleasure from the attention he's giving your clit only a small distraction. He pulls away from your neck to admire the sight. 

"See? Such a perfect fit." He coos, eyes centered on your connection. When he starts moving, the ridge drags almost painfully along your insides, as if it were trying to hold him inside. You moan when he pulls almost all the way out, if only from freedom of that merciless stretch, but then he slams all the way back in, forcing another pleasured cry from lips. Your apprehension melts as he picks up the pace, discomfort turning to pleasure as he hits all the perfect spots, the ridges deliciously rubbing against your walls. Ripples of pleasure rise from your core again, signaling the second orgasm of the night. 

You mumble a mess of fuckyesharderkeigo and he lifts your hips to get a better angle, driving you harder into the plush nest. His wings fan out to frame you, beating with every thrust and casting dazzling rainbows across his skin. He looks like an angel as you take his cock, though the sounds that rip from his chest as you squeeze him are nothing but sinful. It's not long before you feel that familiar heat pooling in your stomach again. He stops his ministrations on your overstimulated clit to grab your hips with bruising force, movements growing sloppy as he chases his peak. 

He bends over and sinks his teeth into your shoulder--hard, holding you still as he shoves as far as he possibly can inside of you, kissing your cervix. You cum around him as he reaches what you think is his own climax, but there's no warm burst of seed. Instead, his wings shiver and he groans as the base of his cock grows, impossibly stretching you farther. Your oversensitive walls flutter around him. 

"What's going on?" You moan, but Keigo only gives a reassuring grunt, still attached to your shoulder. You can feel his mind again, even more vivid than before--he's happy, giving you praise and saying that this will feel good. You relax and wiggle a little, encouraging him to move, to do anything, but the ridge on the bottom of his cock  that was giving you such pleasure before locks him firmly inside of you.

 Then he twitches, and a small object slowly slides from his base to the tip, pressing into every sensitive spot along the way. Your mind is hazy with pleasure and confusion, but the reassuring presence of Keigo's mind is back in an instant; an egg, our brood, you hear almost crystal clear in your mind, communicated with emotions far more intricate than words. 

Your own response surprises you,  humming in approval and run your fingers through his hair, drunk on lust and the smell of sex. Keigo whines into your flesh and bites down harder, drawing blood, as the egg reaches the end of his length, but there's nowhere for it to go. In the back of your consciousness, you grow worried as he tenses and another egg pushes its way down his shaft, but through your aphrodisiac-hazed mind, the pleasure far outweighs the discomfort. The second egg pushes the first against your cervix and your hands turn to fists in his hair, but you're not telling him to stop. A dull ache is all you feel as the egg stretches it's way into your womb, followed swiftly by the second. 

You're both panting, sweaty messes, but the air is filled with your strangled cries as those eggs are followed by more and more. 

Just when you think you can't handle it, Keigo grunts and hot spurts of cum fill all remaining space and a final, weak orgasm takes over your overestimated body. He beats his wings above you, casting cool air around the room, and you can't resist touching them, between the two appendages where the plumage looks thickest. How can something so dazzling look so soft? 

Keigo detaches from your shoulder to release the lewdest moan. 

"Careful songbird~those are fucking sensitive." He hisses. 

You pull away, fearing you hurt him. 

"In a bad way?" You squeak.

"NO," he shouts, a little too aggressively, "You just surprised me. Here--" The eagerness in his eyes is adorable as he guides your hand back to the base. You gently stroke the feathers and he hums. How cute. 

Then you look down, and Keigo studies your face for a reaction. You're still connected and everything feels warm and tingly. Your stomach is a little distended, but it's not nearly as big as you expected. 

Keigo places a hand over the mound and you wince at the pressure. His eyes are full of wonder and...pride? 

"Look what we did!" He smiles, showing those blood-stained canines. 

You can't help but smile weakly back at him. Look what we did. 

"I can't wait to take him hunting." He cheers. His feathers fluff with excitement under your fingers. 

"Him?" You ask, "Aren't there like-- at least a dozen?" 

Keigo dismissively chirps and runs a finger from one end of your stomach to the other,  following the raised bump of each egg. 

"Humans can only bear males, and only the best will grow." He says, "They battle mentally for the strongest mind, then the winner eats the others." He makes a fake jaw with his fingers and exaggeratedly snaps them together. "I won mine, of course." He adds, obviously just taking the excuse of brag. 

Your next question dies in your throat when Keigo is finally able to pull out, releasing a gush of your combined fluids that drips between your legs and soils the nest. You attempt to get up, but Keigo gives you a firm glare and gets his feathers to tidy the sheets, then wipes you clean himself with a towel that's whisked out of sight. 

Water and another shake-to-make meal appear beside your head. "You'll need your strength." Keigo beams as he slowly guides you to a sitting position. The world spins around you and the shift is uncomfortable, but that pleasant buzz is still shielding your mind. 

He watches you intently until you finish every bite and drink the water. 

"Do you not need to eat?" You say as you discard the wrapper to the feathers. 

"I've eaten." He shrugs. 

The two of you sit in silence for a while, with him rubbing circles on your stomach and demanding scratches behind his wings. 

"So you're all better now, right?". You ask. 

"I will be once the Mothership finds us." He says, not looking up. 

You face blanches. 

"What do you mean?" You press. 

"We're going to wait for the mothership, and then I'll give our babies their first hunting lesson." 

"I-I thought you said there was only one wh--"

Keigo cuts you off. "The only one in this batch." 

[ama-kuu]

Hhhhh breeding with Hawks. You just, ovulating and being extremely needy and desperate the whole time, while he tries (and fails ofc) to not indulge you because he knows that as soon as he gets his hands on you, you ain't leaving until you're stuffed to the brim and your tummy has formed a noticeable bulge from his seed, and y'all are still too young and ambitious for a child.

tw for breeding n baby trapping

no because i'm a whore for hawks and breeding :((( he's always been able to convince you the two of you aren't ready yet, he's only 22 and at the beginning of his hero career! you understand right?

but you don't. you're constantly on him, begging him to fuck you full and raw. "'s ovulation day, kei, wanna- wanna have a baby," you tell him and he's so torn. torn between finally indulging you and sticking true to his fear of tying the both of you down with child. he looks at you, doe eyes just begging him to fill you up and he feels his heart tear in two when he has to tell you, "we can't, sweetheart. not yet, okay?" and your eyes well up in tears as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. he sighs; it's not like he doesn't want to, god he does. he does want to, knock you up, give you whatever you want but he's afraid of the kind of dad he'll be, if he can provide for you and for his little baby.

and when he's knocking on the door to your room, entering slowly he spots you curled up on your bed, scrolling through your feeds. you look up at him, and your lip trembles, mouth full of apologies. "'m sorry i got mad, i di'nt mean to, i just-" and he's over by your side in an instant, kissing your tears away and shushing you. "don't need t'be sorry, dovey," he whispers. "i'm sorry i can't give you what you want." he kisses you deep and sorrowful and you let him.

and somehow this culminates in you lying before him, legs spread and cunt glistening as he sinks his cock into you. "i gotta pull out, okay, baby?" he says but it's lost to you as he bottoms out, your gasps twisting into moans as he rocks into you. he grunts, your pussy warm and wet and swallowing him whole that he wonders how in god's name he's gonna have the strength to pull out. keigo's always so vocal when he's inside you, whining about how tight you are around his fat cock, how pretty you look with your tits bouncing with every thrust. "feels so fuckin' good, baby bird, fuck."

you nod, delirious out of your mind, the only thing coherent being how bad you want to feel his cum in you, painting you white, painting you his. you hold him tight, arms looped under his, digging your fingertips into his back as he stretches you out, bullying your cervix with his cockhead. your toes are curling, breathing shallow. "kei- kei, i'm close," you mumble, the familiar fire in your core burning every time he rocks his hips against yours. "'m gonna— kei, fuck, please don't stop—"

"won't," it sounds like a promise, the way he's gripping the sheets, the strain in his throat. "i won't, never gonna stop, baby," and he hangs his head, forehead pressed against yours.

"cum," you whisper, eyes wide. "wan' you t'cum in me, please, please," legs wrapping around his waist, caging him in. he shakes his head, but his hips don't stutter.

"can't, dovey, can't get you pregnant— fuck," he groans, and you tilt your head up to catch his lips in a kiss, swallow his breaths. "lemme- lemme out, baby, please, i can't— can't cum in you, not yet—"

but you don't. you keep bumping your hips up to meet his, your ankles digging into the divots of his hips, locking him inside you. he could push you off, hold your legs apart and pull out but he doesn't, not when your pussy is drooling around him, fluttering on the edge of cumming. not when you're begging him, please, please keigo, want you to, need to feel your cum in me! please, please gimme it, gimme it.

"dovey," his voice quivers, hips slowing down with a wince. "lemme out. can't get you pregnant, please—"

you whine, shake your head, whisper to him, wanna have your babies. wanna make you a daddy, keigo. and as soon as he hears it he's gone. consciousness leaves his brain as he groans, hips beginning it pump back into you.

"fine." he seethes, arm coming up to grip your chin firmly. "fine, brat. want my cum? i'll give it to you." he pounds against your hips, pelvis hitting your clit with so much force you almost black out. he's rough now, fucking you into the sheets, not letting up even when you stutter a c-cumming, i'm cumming, kei—! in fact he groans at the feeling of your cunt gushing, clenching around him.

"you asked for it," he reminds you, hips beginning to stutter. "asked for this. to make you my little breeding bitch, yeah?" and you nod, pathetic and dumb, every little thought oozing out of your ears. "gonna give it to ya— give you as many fuckin' kids as you want. make such a pretty mama, i know it."

you're whining, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he's hiking your legs up, pressing your thighs against your chest to fuck you fuller, deeper. "want me to get you pregnant, dovey?"

you nod. he tuts, flicking your empty head gently. "use your big girl words."

"wan' it," you gasp, feeling his dick pound your insides incessantly. "wan' you to fill me up, gimme your kids. wanna be pregnant, keigo, please!"

he kisses you as he cums, making your swallow his groans, his whines as he buries himself to the hilt in you. he cums loads, thick and potent and white, filling you to the brim until you can literally see a bump from where he's stuffed you full. you gasp at the pressure, at the way cum trickles down your ass as he moves.

but he doesn't pull out. keeps his cock in you, muttering, take it, baby, don't waste a drop, yeah? as your eyelids droop. "pretty girl," he coos over you, curling you into his chest, softening cock still inside. "gonna be a pretty mama too."

[ama-kuu]

And I’m so lost, under club lights (Alpha!hawks x Omega!reader)

A/n: another one from the drafts-

A/n: if the title is from a peep song don’t @ me babe 💕

Warnings: !!!DUBCON!!! (Reader is under the influence) omegaverse, HEAVY SMUT!!! Afab reader but GN pronouns etc, kinda sleazy hawks (sorry baby) swearing, public sex, light praise, fingering, needy hawks, light overstimulation, I am a little bit drunk as I write and post this Oop, not rlly proof read,

Lore: u meet ur true mate when u turn 21, or when the youngest of the bond turns 21

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