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Let Me Enjoy You

Keigo had always been drawn to you—your voice, your touch, but most of all, your scent.

It drove him crazy. The way it clung to his clothes after he held you, the way it lingered on his sheets long after you’d left his bed. It was intoxicating, a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

And tonight, he wasn’t holding back.

His arms were locked around you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled deeply, groaning low in his throat. “God, babybird… you smell so good.” His voice was thick with desire, golden eyes lidded with hunger as he pressed you back against the mattress.

You shivered as his lips traced a slow path up to your ear. “Keigo—”

“Shh,” he murmured, fingers slipping under your shirt, splaying against your bare skin. “Let me enjoy you.”

His mouth was everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses as he breathed you in. Every whimper, every gasp you made only fueled his obsession. He wanted you drenched in him, your scent mixed with his, tangled up in sheets that smelled like nothing but you and him.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his hands sliding lower, gripping your thighs as he spread them apart. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His lips met yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his body pressing you down as he lost himself in you—completely and utterly consumed by the scent that drove him wild.

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Sweet as Sugar

Baking with Keigo was, unsurprisingly, chaotic.

“You said a teaspoon of vanilla, but let’s be honest—more is better.” Hawks grinned as he tipped the bottle way past a reasonable amount, the rich scent filling the air.

You groaned, snatching it from his hands. “Keigo! You’re going to make the cookies taste like straight-up extract!”

“Eh, I think they’ll taste like love and devotion.” He wiggled his brows, dipping a finger into the batter and licking it off with a smirk. “Mmm. Yep. Perfection.”

You flicked flour at his face, laughing as he sputtered. “You are a menace.”

“A lovable menace,” he corrected, reaching out to dust flour onto your nose with a satisfied hum. “There. Now we match.”

Rolling your eyes, you returned to mixing, only for Keigo to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “You know,” he murmured, voice warm against your skin, “I like this. Just us, making a mess, being domestic.”

Your heart softened as you leaned into him. “Me too.”

Keigo sighed happily, squeezing you before reaching for the cookie dough again. “Sooo, can I eat more raw dough, or are you going to scold me?”

“Yes, I am going to scold you.”

“I love when you boss me around,” he teased, nipping at your ear before dodging another playful slap.

By the time the cookies were in the oven, the kitchen was a disaster—flour everywhere, sticky handprints on the counter, and chocolate smeared suspiciously near Hawks’ mouth.

But as you sat on the counter, sharing stolen kisses while waiting for the cookies to bake, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Mess or not, this was perfect.

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okay so me and pineapple have made up, things seem to be better

he's been spoiling me

am i being love bombed

please dont hurt me pineapple

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Right! So hello, how you doin? Just came across your page, I love your writing :))

can I pretty please request a Hawks x model reader, they’re already in a relationship but there relationship is semi private, semi rumours because no one has ever actually seen the two in the same room but thing they would have chemistry if they were.

maybe Hawks accompanies reader to a photo shoot? Complimenting her left right and centre in good old Hawk fashion.

but you can add or remove from this at your will xxx

oouh this had me in a CHOKEHOLD

i didn't know what else to do with myself other than write something spicy

let me know if you want me to redo it or change up some things i will do so just for you !

Off the Record

Keigo was used to keeping secrets.

Being the Number Two Pro Hero meant keeping his private life locked up tight, and that included his relationship with you—a rising star in the modeling industry. The two of you had agreed to keep things quiet, to avoid the media storm that would come if people found out. He was fine with that. At least, that’s what he told himself.

But today? Today was a different kind of challenge.

“Come with me to the shoot,” you had said that morning, flashing him that sweet smile that always made his heart skip a beat. “It’s private, just a small team. No press, no outsiders.”

He should’ve known better.

Now, sitting off to the side of the studio, Keigo was doing everything in his power to keep his cool. His jaw clenched as he watched you move effortlessly in front of the camera, posing in one barely-there swimsuit after another, your skin glowing under the soft lights. The photographer directed you, adjusting angles and lighting, completely oblivious to the way Keigo’s golden eyes darkened with every teasing tilt of your hips.

Shit.

He wasn’t the jealous type. He trusted you. But this? Watching you smirk at the camera, arch your back just right, run your hands down your own curves in a way that had his mouth going dry? That was a different story.

His wings twitched, feathers ruffling as he shifted in his seat. His fingers curled into fists against his thighs. He was overheating, but he refused to look away.

Then you caught his eye.

And you knew.

Your lips curled into the faintest smirk before you turned back to the camera, striking a new pose—one that was definitely not helping his situation.

That was it.

The second the shoot wrapped, he was on his feet, guiding you out with a firm hand on your lower back. You barely had time to say goodbye to the team before he ushered you into the car, shutting the door behind you with a sharp click.

The moment you were alone, the air between you shifted.

Keigo exhaled slowly, his head dropping back against the seat. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. “Do you have any idea what you just did to me?” he muttered, voice rough.

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

His golden eyes snapped to yours, dark and burning. In an instant, he was leaning over, one strong hand gripping your thigh, his breath hot against your ear.

“You wanna play that game?” he murmured, voice thick with restraint. “Fine. But you’re not getting out of this car until I’ve had my fill of you.”

His lips crashed into yours, hungry and desperate, his hands trailing fire across your skin. The windows fogged up almost instantly, the city beyond them forgotten.

After all, this? This was off the record.

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Hiii I just seen your other fics and I’m in LOVE with them probably the best fics I ever read! Can you do a reverse comfort where reader comforts hawks and it turns spicy? Like top reader bottoms Keigo??😿

aaaaaiieeeeeeeee!!!! reader you bless my mind !!!

Keigo was exhausted.

You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged, the way he dragged himself through the door, kicking off his boots with a tired sigh. His wings hung lower than usual, his golden eyes dulled with weariness.

“Rough day?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer.

He didn’t say anything at first, just made his way over to you and buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply as his arms wrapped tight around your waist. “Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “Just need you.”

You ran your fingers through his messy hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “I’m here, baby.”

A quiet sigh left his lips, his body relaxing into yours as you guided him to the couch. You let him lay against you, tracing soothing patterns along his back as he clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Minutes passed, the only sound his slow, measured breathing—until his grip on you tightened. His lips brushed against your neck, hot and lingering, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Keigo if there's something you want, you know you can ask"

“I need more,” he whispered, his voice thick with something deeper than exhaustion. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your skin like he was desperate to feel every inch of you.

You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. His eyes burned with something raw—desperation, love, need all tangled together. But there was something else, too—a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of shyness in the way he hesitated.

A slow, knowing smile curled on your lips. “I’ve got you,” you murmured, gently pushing him back against the cushions. His breath hitched, wings twitching slightly as you straddled him, pinning him beneath you.

His blush deepened as your fingers traced down his chest, teasing. “Relax, baby,” you cooed, lips ghosting over his. “Let me take care of you.”

His golden eyes widened slightly, but he melted under your touch, surrendering as you claimed him—leading, teasing, setting the pace. For once, Keigo let himself be the one falling, fully giving in to you, the only solace he had in a world that never let him rest.

You rolled him over to his back, straddling him a his cheeks burned red. You trailed kisses down his chest as your hands explored lower. His breath hitched as they traveled his body.

He was about to know some genuine peace sure enough yet.

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Lift Me Higher

The rooftop was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city below. You sat on the edge, legs dangling, eyes lost in the maze of streets and flickering lights beneath you. The weight on your shoulders felt unbearable, like gravity itself was pressing harder just to make things worse.

You barely noticed the familiar sound of wings fluttering until Keigo landed beside you, crouching slightly as he studied your expression.

“Didn’t think you’d take off without me,” he teased lightly, but his golden eyes held concern. “What’s got you all mopey up here, huh?”

You exhaled slowly, keeping your gaze forward. “Just… life. It feels like too much sometimes.”

Keigo was silent for a moment before he stood and stretched out a hand toward you. “C’mon.”

You blinked, finally looking up at him. “What?”

He smirked. “I think you need a new perspective. Let’s go.”

Before you could protest, he scooped you into his arms with ease, strong and warm. The next thing you knew, the wind was rushing past you as he leaped into the sky, wings spreading wide.

Your heart jumped into your throat as the ground disappeared beneath you. “Keigo—!”

“Relax, sweetheart,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “I’ve got you.”

And he did.

The city stretched out below like a glowing masterpiece, the stars above twinkling in welcome. The higher he soared, the lighter you felt, as if the worries that had weighed you down were being left behind on that rooftop.

Keigo looked at you and grinned. “Better?”

You took a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs, the stress slowly melting away. A small smile found its way to your lips. “Yeah… better.”

He beamed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Told ya. The sky makes everything easier.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him.

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The moment Keigo stumbled through the door, you knew you were in for trouble.

His golden eyes were hazy with intoxication, his signature smirk lazy and lopsided. The scent of whiskey clung to him, mingling with the natural warmth of his skin as he all but draped himself over you, wings fluttering haphazardly behind him.

“Babyyy,” he drawled, nuzzling into your neck with a needy sigh. “Missed you.”

You huffed, trying—and failing—to push him back. “Keigo, you’re drunk.”

“Mmm, just a little.” He grinned against your skin, hands sliding down your sides before settling on your hips, pulling you flush against him. “But not too drunk to know that I want you. So bad.”

Heat crawled up your spine at the way his voice dropped, his usual cocky demeanor laced with something darker, needier. His lips brushed over your jaw, teasing, pressing soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers through you.

“Keigo,” you warned, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Shh,” he murmured, grinning as his fingers traced circles against your lower back. “Let me love on you a little.”

His teasing touches turned more deliberate, more insistent. His hands roamed with a sense of desperation, as if memorizing every inch of you, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of letting go. His kisses trailed lower, down your throat, over your collarbone, each one filled with unspoken words, with devotion that went beyond any drunken haze.

But then, something shifted.

When his lips finally met yours, the teasing was gone. The kiss was deep, slow, and consuming—like he was pouring his entire heart into it. A quiet, desperate plea hidden in the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the way his breath hitched as you pulled him closer.

“I love you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you so damn much.”

Your heart clenched at the raw honesty in his voice. This wasn’t just the alcohol talking. This was him—completely stripped of his walls, his bravado. Just Keigo, wholly and utterly yours.

His hands trembled slightly as they explored your body, as if afraid you’d slip away. His touch wasn’t just about desire—it was worship, devotion, a silent promise that no matter how chaotic the world was, no matter how much he was forced to give to everyone else, this—you—were the only thing that truly mattered.

And as you both melted into each other, bodies tangling, breaths mingling, you knew—this wasn’t just passion.

It was love, pure and unshakable.

His rough arms hoisted you up and into bed, his body atop yours as his lips attached to your neck and down your collarbone. You whined beneath him only making his breath hitch and his pants tent even more.

"You know ill never let you go yeah-" he growled lowly, getting even more excited with your response as his hands thumbs his pants buttons apart.

""n you'll never leave me.." he sighed pressing kisses into your stomach as he lifted your shirt. His other hand pulled down his bottoms, his cock springing out hard and thick, leaking and aching for you.

You whimpered as his hands expertly found their way between your legs, gearing up to love you

love you just right

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omg i love it when yall talk to me, feel free to keep doing it!

get to know me! i wanna get to know you!

lets bond babe

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they're gonna take all my money

MHA ‘look up’ action figure series

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the one on the right is mine i fear

Volume 31 - extra

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Let Me Enjoy You

Keigo had always been drawn to you—your voice, your touch, but most of all, your scent.

It drove him crazy. The way it clung to his clothes after he held you, the way it lingered on his sheets long after you’d left his bed. It was intoxicating, a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

And tonight, he wasn’t holding back.

His arms were locked around you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled deeply, groaning low in his throat. “God, babybird… you smell so good.” His voice was thick with desire, golden eyes lidded with hunger as he pressed you back against the mattress.

You shivered as his lips traced a slow path up to your ear. “Keigo—”

“Shh,” he murmured, fingers slipping under your shirt, splaying against your bare skin. “Let me enjoy you.”

His mouth was everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses as he breathed you in. Every whimper, every gasp you made only fueled his obsession. He wanted you drenched in him, your scent mixed with his, tangled up in sheets that smelled like nothing but you and him.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his hands sliding lower, gripping your thighs as he spread them apart. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His lips met yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his body pressing you down as he lost himself in you—completely and utterly consumed by the scent that drove him wild.

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Too Much and I'll Be a Morning Dove

The first thing you felt was warmth.

Keigo’s arms were wrapped around you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His wings draped lazily over the bed, a few soft feathers tickling your skin as the morning light filtered through the curtains.

You stretched slightly, only to feel his grip tighten.

“Don’t move,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “You’re warm. ‘M comfy.”

Smiling, you nestled closer, running a lazy hand through his messy blonde hair. “You’re always comfy, birdbrain.”

“Exactly,” he sighed happily. “So stay.”

His lips pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. One of his hands slipped beneath your shirt, tracing slow, absentminded circles on your back.

Neither of you had anywhere to be. No alarms, no responsibilities—just the quiet hum of the world outside while you stayed wrapped up in each other.

“Y’know,” Keigo muttered, voice still thick with sleep, “if you keep playing with my hair like that, I might just fall back asleep.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “Nah. Just means we’ll be here all day.”

You tilted your head up to meet his golden gaze, soft and half-lidded with contentment. “Would that be so bad?”

His lips curled into a slow, lazy smile. “Nah, babybird. That’d be perfect., too much and I'd be a morning dove~”

And then, his grip tightened slightly, his fingers teasing along your spine with a touch that sent a shiver down your body. His lips trailed from your forehead, down to your cheek, before grazing your jawline. “Actually,” he murmured against your skin, his voice deeper now, “I can think of a few ways to make this morning even better.”

His fingers slid lower, his breath hot as he pressed you against him. “What do you say, babybird?” he whispered, his lips just barely brushing against yours. “Wanna stay tangled up with me a little longer?”

The way your body responded said everything he needed to know.

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I love your fics so much omg😭😭 especially your angst ones!!

I was wondering if you can do a hawks x reader where they have been distant kinda of like the fractured wings one.

But could you do one where they have been arguing ALOT and it’s been getting progressively worst until a huge argument breaks out and hawks accidentally puts his hands on us?

Sorry if this is a low blow I’m just curious 😭😭😭

my first ask!!! id love to do this!! you cannot understand how excited i am

The tension between you and Hawks had been brewing for weeks—sharp words, lingering glares, nights spent in cold silence. Every conversation seemed to spiral into another argument, another fight neither of you knew how to stop.

Tonight was no different.

“I don’t understand why you keep shutting me out, Keigo!” Your voice cracked with frustration as you stood across from him in your dimly lit apartment. “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t let me!”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” Hawks shot back, his golden eyes burning with something dangerously close to exhaustion. “I can handle my own damn problems!”

You clenched your fists. “That’s the problem! You think you have to do everything alone! You won’t let anyone in—not even me!”

His wings flared, his breathing uneven. “Because the second I do, people get hurt! I can’t afford to be weak!”

“You’re not weak, Keigo! You’re—”

But before you could finish, Hawks moved—too fast, too abrupt. His hands shoved you, not hard, but enough to make you stumble back.

A heavy silence fell between you both.

Your breath hitched, shock settling into your bones as you stared at him. He looked just as stunned, his own hands trembling in the space between you.

“I—” His voice broke, horror flashing in his golden eyes. “No. No, no, no… I didn’t mean to—”

You barely had time to process before he was in front of you, hands hovering near your arms but not daring to touch.

“Are you okay?” His voice was thick, shaky. His wings drooped, his entire body tense with regret. “God, I— I shouldn’t have—”

Tears welled in his eyes as he dropped to his knees before you, his hands now clutching yours desperately. “I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean it. I— I would never hurt you. Please, believe me.”

You could only stare at him, seeing the way his body trembled, the way he looked absolutely wrecked by what just happened.

Finally, you exhaled shakily, reaching out to cup his face. “Keigo…”

He leaned into your touch instantly, eyes squeezing shut. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I just keep messing this up. Please… tell me I didn’t just lose you.”

Your chest ached at his broken tone. Despite everything, you knew Keigo. You knew the weight he carried, the fears he never voiced. You could see how much this moment had shattered him.

“You didn’t lose me,” you murmured. “But we can’t keep doing this. We need to fix this together.”

His breath hitched as he nodded rapidly. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the way he melted into you, his apologies muffled against your skin. His wings curled around you both, like he was trying to shield you from the damage he had caused.

And in that moment, despite the fracture in your trust, you held onto him—because even broken wings could heal, as long as he was willing to fight for it.