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[mrs-takami-keigo]

I absolutely love King Of The Clouds more than you know but I have to ask, how did you create Quinn? Like, your inspiration and design because I haven’t loved an OC as much as I do her!🤣♥️✨

Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this comment means to me.

I came up with Quinn in 2020 during the pandemic, with nothing better to do I went back to writing. Then one day me and my friend were talking about super heroes specifically female super heroes. She had asked "If you could make your own character in the MHA universe, what would she be like?" And I had to think about it for a while. I was already reading the manga so characters that had already came out in the manga and not the anime were already known to me. Like Miriko, I loved her personality and her tenacity but I felt that she was too similar to Bakugo.

My favorite super heroes going up were Storm, Rouge and Jean grey. Each woman was powerful and also so misunderstood. I kind of took elements from each character and applied them to Quinn, but I wanted her to compliment Hawks as well. He comes off as playful and lazy when we first see him but as we got to know him he is so complex, I wanted to explore that with Quinn. Her design came from me wanting to have diversity in the community, having a strong female POC is something I wanted to focus on as well and wanted people to be able to relate to her either as a women themselves or as a POC.

I hope this helped give some insight to her!

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Motivation

Main Pairing: Hawks/Fem!Reader

Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

Genre: Smut, just pure Smut

Words: 2.2K

Sweat trickled down your body as heavy breaths came out of your slightly parted lips, chest falling with each deep exhale. The gym was stifling; suffocating even if all that covered your body was a sports bra and biker shorts. You could feel your mouth get dry with each shaky breath. Dropping your stance, you walked to the bench behind where the black duffle bag you brought sat grabbing your bottle of water. 

“I see you started without me chickadee.” With the bottle still attached to your parched lips you looked at the male that just entered the room, nearly spitting the water back out. Hawks was finishing his hand wraps, pulling the last tiny piece with his teeth, all the while staring at you with those brilliant golden flecked eyes. The rate of your heart quickened and your knees became weak, as he kept walking closer. His attire was simple, wearing sneakers and a pair of basketball shorts that hung almost too low on his hips and a tank top that showed off the lean definition of muscles on his arms. 

“Hello, is anyone home?” The feeling of his knuckles knocking on the side of your head was enough to bring you back out of the daze.

“HA HA you’re very funny Hawks, what took you so long anyway? I’ve been here for about forty-five minutes.” Putting the water bottle back in your bag, you fixed your own hand wraps seeing as how they came loose while you worked on the punching bag.

“Would you believe it if I said there was traffic?” Hawks pushed his shoulders up, cocking his head to the left showing you his signature smirk. 

“I would if we lived with flying cars, birdman, now give me fifty push-ups since you want to be such a smart ass.” Pushing his shoulder as you walked past him laughing at the annoyed face he made. Hawks had known you were going to come to the gym at the agency and asked you to help him with some boxing training. The both of you knew he could brush up on some combat skills seeing as his wings could only do so much for him in a fight.

By the time you were done with his warm up you could tell he was ready to call it quits. You were sure he was ready to walk out on you when he had to do battle ropes. After counting his last sit up, you bounced up from the floor standing in front of him, your hand reaching out, 

“Come on, let's spar!”

He watched you in disbelief, “You have literally pulled every ounce of energy out of me and now you want to practice hand to hand?” His rough hand grabbed yours as you pulled him to his feet but little did you know he was going to use his wings to help give himself a boost. With your own strength and his wings, it was as if he weighed nothing making him crash into you. Before you realized it, your back was on the cold black floor mats and his sweaty chest was pressed against yours, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and a knee trapped in between your legs. It wasn’t until your eyes started to open did you realize they had shut. 

Once your sight came into focus all you saw was a mess of soft blonde hair falling forward framing Hawks face as the ends tickled areas of your face. It felt like time had slowed for a minute as your gaze looked over every aspect of his face. He was always a gorgeous man to you but you never wanted to admit that, no you were too scared of ruining the relationship you already built. His own roaming across your face, fierce eyes watching as that pink tongue of yours peaked out ever so slightly to lick those plump lips he had been dying to touch. 

Your eyes met his as both of your breaths synchronized, shallow and shaky, chest heaving as one. Hawks shifted his weight from his knee that was in between your legs to the other but as he did that it brushed against the already sensitive core. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that came from your throat. Noticing what you just did, your hands shot up to cover your mouth. But it was too late. Hawks heard it and he felt something stir in him. Smirking he moved that cursed knee again only this time with intent, letting it press firmly against your cunt giving it a light nudge. Staring back at him eyes wide while the hands covering your mouth tightened to stifle the moan that evidently was heard by the man above you. 

“Well, well what’s this now?” The blonde went to remove those hands silencing the sounds he desperately wanted to hear from you. Grabbing both your wrists he pinned them above your head with one of his wrapped hands pressing firmly against them. 

“Seems like someone is getting excited.” Hawks had moved his face down to whisper in your ear. The light hair from his beard brushed against your skin causing your body to shudder under his. 

“Fuck you Keigo.” You started to wiggle trying to get out of his grasp. Oh, you wanted it, you wanted him just not in the agency’s gym. You felt his grip loosen on your wrists letting you break free from his grasp. 

“Only if you want to, baby girl.” The heat in your cheeks started to rise when it hit you that he was dead serious. You knew the difference between playful Hawks and the serious Keigo, and right now he was Keigo.

“Hawks we are in the middle of the gym at YOUR agency, I think it’s highly inappropriate, don’t you?” Pushing yourself up on your elbows, he was still hovering above you, leaving you with very little room.

“See now dove, that's where you’re wrong.” Before you could even blink a red feather flew off from his right wing going towards the door behind him. Peering around him you watched as the little feather pushed the lock on the doorknob before hooking its base in the ring that hung from the string of the blind, pulling it down. 

“It’s not inappropriate since it's my agency.” Taking the back of his hand he brushed it against your hot cheek. “What would be inappropriate is if I did this without your permission. Just say the word and I’ll make that feather unlock the door and we could leave this here on the mat, your choice.”

Just the thought of having Hawks throw you down on this mat and letting him have his way with you was enough for you to make your choice. “No one will come in, right? Are you sure that door is locked?” 

“Oh, princess, I'm positive it's locked.” That devilish smirk appeared across his lips again and you’re sure you felt your damp cunt clench. Grabbing the back of his head you slammed your lips against his. Hawks didn’t hesitate to kiss you with the same fire as you did, leaning forward Hawks laid you back down never letting his plump lips leave yours. Wrapping both arms around his neck you pushed your chest up into his, earning a groan from the hero. Hawks licked your bottom lip seeking entrance into your mouth before biting down on it.

 Moaning into the kiss you parted your lips letting his  skillful tongue slip past your teeth. God the way his tongue moved with yours only led you to think what they would feel like as it licked your slick folds. 

Hawks took his right hand letting it roam down your side with a ghost-like touch. The feeling of his rough hands on your exposed skin had you rolling your hips on his thigh looking for something to relieve the tension he had started to build inside of you. Hawks grabbed the back of your thigh, wrapping it around his slim waist while his hand made its way to your ass before giving it a hard squeeze. 

Breaking away from your lips he started to kiss down your neck, gently sucking on certain parts. His other wandering hand came back up to grab your jaw firmly making you turn your head to the side. 

“Baby girl you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Gasping as you felt his lips brush against your ear as he whispered those sinful words. His tongue peaked out giving your neck a swift lick followed by a gentle bite of his canine teeth. You weren’t sure what heaven felt like, but dammit this must have been close. Hawks released your jaw to let his slightly calloused hand drag down your chest to rub against your fabric clad breasts. His thumb tracing circles on your nipple, hardening it. 

“How long I wanted to kiss you. Shit dove, I've even dreamt of how these lips of yours would feel, and this is way better than that.” The man's lips brushed against yours with each word he spoke, it was a tease. He went back to kissing your neck before nuzzling his nose in your hair.

 “How long I’ve wanted to feel your smooth skin on my fingertips.” The hand that was fondling your breast moved, skimming your exposed stomach before landing on the waistband of your shorts. Those sinful lips returned to your ear as he snarled. 

“How long I’ve waited to have you whimpering underneath me as I showed you what pure euphoria felt like.” So lost in his voice you didn’t even notice he had both hands on your waistband until you felt the yank of his hands pulling off your shorts, taking your underwear with it. With your bottoms by your knees he lifted your legs in the air pulling them past your sneakers, throwing them somewhere behind him. Hawks grabbed hold of your calves before placing them on his shoulders. He gave your legs a small tentative kiss, hooded eyes staring into yours. You felt him guide his hands down your shins, stopping at the middle of your thighs. You were burning up, your cheeks were flushed, heavy pants coming out of you making your mouth dry. All you wanted was him, you wanted to feel him on you…in you. 

“Fuck baby look at that. Is that all for me?” Eyes watched as he took his pointer finger gently, swiping it between your folds. It was then you realized just how wet he made you. You moaned at the sight of him taking that coated finger to his lips, his tongue giving it a seductive lick, Hawks hummed.

“I always imagined how you would taste but damn little dove I never imagined it would be this fucking good.” Taking his entire finger, he placed it in his mouth, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he savored the taste, your taste.

“K-Keigo Please..” Those were the only words you could form, hoping the man in between your legs would just give you what you want.

“Please what baby girl, you have to use your words.” Hawks was now back to hovering over your heated body, making sure to not touch you.

“I want to feel you please!” Arching your back attempting to feel some part of him touching you. That devilish smirk grazed hislips; god did you love that smirk. His hand was beside your head, arm muscles flexing as it helped keep him above you. You felt one of his fingers from his free hand caress your cheek, agonizing slow as it made its way down your soft cheek. Then down your neck against your rapid pulse, across your chest. He ran it between your breasts slightly pulling on the sports bra. Down your stomach before reaching his destination. 

Slowly he let his middle finger press on your bundle of nerves. It felt exhilarating like he pressed a button that sent you into overdrive. Observant eyes watched your reaching, how your body arched against him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a shuddering breath falling from those bruised lips. Your hair was around you, creating a halo effect, small moans making themselves known with each swipe of his finger against you. 

Haws was sure he was looking at an angel. An angel that he so desperately craved. The finger that was torturing you with each movement went slightly lower, brushing against your entrance. A gasp was heard through the room as your eyes shot open, your hands shot up to press against his chest.

“Inside…” It was a whisper but Hawks heard you and had no choice but to oblige. Slowly you felt him slip a finger inside of you. Your inner muscles wrapped around him, inviting him to keep going. With a shuddered breath Hawks slid one more finger inside, watching as both his fingers were disappearing into you.

You were watching him as he stared at your pussy, swallowing his fingers. His rhythm at first was slow, in and out. But you didn’t want to be slow , not now at least.

“Faster please.” Gold eyes flicked back towards your face, pupils blown at your request. Who would Hawks be if he didn’t grant you your wishes. “Oh fuck-” His speed quicked, like you had asked. His thumb was playing with your swollen clit with each thrust of his fingers. 

The sensation had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. The sounds of your slick and the moans he pulled out of you on top of his primal growls above you were too much.

“Come on dove,” You hadn’t even realized that the man above you leaned down, his sinful mouth pressed against ear. “Cum for me.” He growled out the last part of his sentence. You arched as a wave of white heat soared through your veins. 

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers slowed their pace, riding you through your orgasm. “God you are so fucking enchanting.” Your lower half jumped with every slow thrust, over stimulated by his touch. Opening your eyes, his golden eyes were all you saw. You were sure your eyes reflected his own, covered by pure lust and admiration. 

Hawks pulled his digits out of you when you caught your breath again. You moaned at the loss of him filling you. Raising your hands you carded your finger through his hair, slightly tugging, causing the man that had your full attention to close his eyes. A shuddered breath fell from his lips as you continued to tug. 

“Fuck baby.” He leaned down again, his mouth hot on yours as his tongue danced with yours. You moaned against him as he slid his body in between your legs. You felt him rut against you, his bulge pressing against your overly sensitive clit. 

You bucked against him, feeling yourself get worked up again. It was like you were denied water your whole life, and Hawks; Hawks was the oasis that you so desperately wanted to drink from. He continued to thrust against you, and you met each and everyone. Your nails racked against his back leaving marks in their wake as you did. 

“I’ll be sure to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you keep that up baby girl.” He growled against your lips. Tugging on his hair again he let out a hiss from between his teeth. He knew you were competitive and with how he had wrecked you, it was only fair you did the same.

“Bring it on bird boy.”

[mrs-takami-keigo]

King of the Clouds Chapter 7

Main Pairing: Hawks/Quinn(OC)

Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

Genre: Romance/Action/ Smut

Words: 4.4K

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Pain….that's all I felt. From my head all the way down my body, just pain. I groaned as I turned my head, I could feel something soft underneath my head, a pillow. Cracking my eyes open slightly I could see the faint outline of my posters of the artist I love decorating the pale blue walls of my bedroom. My room? My apartment! I was in my apartment. Slowly I moved my arms, using my elbows to help me sit up. 

The room was dizzy, as if it was constantly spinning, like a merry go round. My legs felt like jelly as I placed my bare feet on the cold hardwood floors. Moving the blanket off my legs I realized my brunt up dress was long forgotten. The garment was replaced with sweat pants and an old band T-shirt I got from a concert years ago. 

‘How did I get up here?’ I remember getting dropped off by Daichi, the fight with the league and… “The boys!” I stood up fast, too fast. But I had to make sure they were okay, I will not be the one responsible for them getting hurt! My heart was racing in my chest so fast I could feel it against my ribcage. My eyesight was shit, everything was hazy, I slammed my knee against the vanity as I stumbled towards my bedroom door Swinging it open I was met with someone sitting on my couch. WIth my sight being so distorted I could only see a silhouette of the person. My breath felt shallow in my chest as the person stood up, facing me. 

‘No!’

“Whoa there firebird.”

“TOGA!!” I will not be fooled again. Grabbing the white and gold lamp on the small table closest to me, I used what little strength I had left, throwing it at his head. Those damn fake vermilion feathers were able to block it from making contact. I could feel my rage coming back consuming me again, the feeling of heat encased around my arms. I still didn’t have enough strength to use my powers to fend this person off, but I’ll be damned if I get taken out like this.

“Toga?! Quinn it’s me, real me!” Using fierce wings the fake floated through the room dodging whatever I could find to throw at them. 

“Like I would ever believe you bitch!” Mustering up as much strength as I could I ran straight for the imposter, pushing him up against the large window. My left forearm was pressed against their throat, pushing them harder into the glass. Raising my right arm, I aimed for their face, ready to send this villain flying out the window. The person growled before I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt pulling at me. I knew I was running on adrenaline alone, but that didn’t stop me from being flipped over. 

“I said,” Now my back was pressed against the glass. The arm that was pressed against their neck was now above my head. Jerking my body forward trying to escape their grasp they had on me, I was met with another low growl. A large hand grabbed my other arm, pressing against the glass as well. They pressed their body against mine, ceasing all movement from me.  I could feel body heat, and not my own, it was his. 

“It’s me Quinn, Hawks…Keigo!” I was starting to see clearly again, his golden eyes staring into my own brown ones. They were intense, filled with worry and conviction. His chest was pressed against mine, Hawks was breathing heavily. My own breath matched his rhythm, his scent of orange blossom and wood accord invaded my senses. The fog of rage lifted from my body, allowing me to take in my surroundings. My once clean and neat apartment was a giant mess, glass broken everywhere, a couple of my throw pillows split open. The coffee table in the center of my living room was flipped on its side, whatever was on top of it was thrown to the ground.

“Keigo?” My voice came out as a shaky whisper. I felt like all the air rushed back into my lungs. He was real, he was really here. I couldn’t stop the tears starting to build in the corners of my eyes. “Is it really you?”

“Yeah fire bird it’s really me.” The hands holding both my arms slid down them, slowly making their way to the sides of my face before finding purchase on both sides of my jaw, his fingers on the side of my neck, his thumbs gently rubbing my cheek. His eyes had never left mine, not for an instance. Those once fierce golden eyes had turned into a soft molten, as if he was staring at something that was going to break at any second. And boy was he.

My body went limp against him, my eyes shut. I overdid it once again, I should have known better but I guess you could say that is one of my true weaknesses. I just don’t know when to stop. 

“And there we go, I got cha.” One of his arms wrapped itself around my waist holding me up. I felt as he slightly bent down to scoop the back of my legs with his other arm.  My arms wound themselves around his neck, my head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was like a mesmerizing metronome.

‘Ba-dum, Ba-dum.’ 

The soft feeling of my mattress met my aching back, Hawks’ body still hovered over mine as he laid me down. He made sure to add support to my neck and head as he guided the pillow behind me making sure I was comfortable. The soft and hefty feeling of my comforter covered my body, I felt warm, felt at peace. 

“You need anything?” He whispered, even as a whisper his voice still had a soft roughness to it. It was calming, his presence was calming. Each breath I took was deep, trying to regulate my heart beat from the rush of what transpired earlier.

“No, I just need to sleep.” He hummed at my response. Standing up straight, the younger man turned to leave my room. And without me even thinking I reached a hand out grabbing the loose part of his cargo pants. I watched as he turned over his shoulder, shock in his eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” 

He turned his body towards me, crouching down beside my bed. That large hand had returned to the side of my neck again, continuing the same soft caress with his thumb like before. “ Stay.” I looked at him, my eyes were pleading with him, I just couldn’t be alone right now. 

“Of course dove.” Last thing I saw before sleep grabbed a hold of my consciousness was Hawks smiling a soft smile and him sitting on the ground next to my bed, his hand still where he left it. 

 I awoke to the feeling of bright rays of sunshine creeping through the tall windows of my room. The only difference from last time and this time was that I felt at least seventy percent better. Still had a few aches in my body, but that was nothing that a hot bath couldn’t fix. 

Another difference was that my hand felt heavy and there was something brushing against my arm. Looking down to my right, Hawks was right where I last saw him. Sitting on my floor, slumped on the side of my bed, hand holding mine. His fluffy blonde hair had fallen in his face, framing it ever so beautifully. His face looked so serene as he slept, his plump lips were slightly apart allowing small even breaths to flow past them. His large calloused hand was still in my soft ones, every so often I could feel him squeeze it. It was like he was subconsciously making sure I was still there.

‘Oh crap.’ I could feel those butterflies soar in the pit of my stomach and my heart racing so hard in my chest, I thought it was going to pop out. 

“Hey bird boy wake up.” Taking my left hand I reached over to shake his shoulder. “C’mon Hawks it’s time to wake up.” He wasn’t budging. ‘I wonder?’ I am not sure why I did it but it only felt right. Gently I took the hand I was using to shake his shoulder, to card through those wild blonde locks. It felt like my hand was passing through silk. Using my nails I passed them over his scalp, before keeping my hand against the base of his neck.

“Keigo…” I leaned over and whispered to the sleeping man, giving his hand that was in mine a squeeze back.

“Quinn?” The blonde lifted his head, eyes still trying to stay open as he did so. Once he realized it was me that woke him up he was on his feet. “You okay? Are you hurting anywhere?” His eyes were frantically scanning my body. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how wild he looked at that moment.

“I’m fine. I just need to take either a hot bath or a hot shower.” I sat up in my bed, pushing my back against the headboard. “You stayed down there all night?” I could see the relief wash over his body as he sighed. Grabbing the chair at my vanity, he sat beside me again. 

“Uh, yeah I guess so. I pretty much passed out right after you did.” Hawks scratched the back of his neck, his eyes closed as he sent me one of his charming smiles my way. Pretty sure those damn butterflies turned into a swarm now. 

“What happened after I blacked out?” I looked down at my hands as my thumbs played with each other. “Deku and Bakugou, are they okay?” My voice was sullen, quiet as I spoke.

“Yeah they were fine, by the time some pro’s showed up Deku was the first one to reach you breaking your fall and Bakugou was trying to do crowd control.” 

I chuckled at the thought of that, maybe it should have been Deku taking care of the crowd, not that firecracker. 

“I’m glad they are okay.” I looked up at him, “And what about Daichi, is he alright. He shouldn’t have been caught in this mess, he is just a civilian.” 

“Well about that,” Hawks’ face turned serious, his voice had dropped a pitch. “There was no real Daichi, that was a clone from the villain Twice.” 

The pretty butterflies were gone and all that was there in the pit of my stomach was hellfire. “Are you telling me that all of that, all that I did to save him was a fucking LIE!” Even as the words passed through my teeth it felt like pure venom.  My fists clenched my sheets, my knuckles turning white. The villains used a fake Hawks against me and a fake Daichi. I was played, played like a fool. 

“You had no way of knowing that. You did what you knew to do, be a hero.” He reached for one of my clenched fists, only for me to pull away from him. Blinded by my own rage, I didn’t even see the quick flash of hurt pass through his eyes. 

“No, they toyed with my emotions! God first they pretended to be you, I was about to bring them up here to my home Hawks! Then they used an innocent person…a friend against me.” I was seething. “They got me like a fool.” Tears, I could feel hot tears start to fall from my eyes as I stared out my window. I couldn’t even look at the man beside me, too embarrassed to face him. 

“I know. But we won’t let them do that again.” He reached for my hand once more, this time I didn’t pull away. “I will make sure of it.” His hand squeezed down on mine, grounding me. Letting me know that I wasn’t alone. Sighing I turned my gaze back to him.

“I have to move, don't I?”

“Yeah.” 

“I have to tell my uncle.”

“Oh he knows.” 

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

“QUINN!!” I heard my uncle scream from the top of his lungs as I reached his office. I sighed as I walked in, Hawks right beside me

He never left my side. After we spoke a little more about what happened in detail, I went to go take a shower to try and rid my body of these damn aches. Which did help but my side where I was hit still felt sore. Hawks was still in my apartment, pacing in my living room on the phone. His feathers were bruising themselves around my apartment, cleaning the mess we had made from our encounter. He was speaking fast and quietly, once I reached the living room he quickly hung up. I asked him who he was talking to in such a hushed tone. Hawks responded that he was talking to one of his sidekicks. Which could be true, but why the secrecy?

“Hello un-” Before I knew it he was in front of me, his large hands on both my shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” Endeavor turned me around scanning me to see if there was any damage. He was moving me so fast that I started to get whiplash as his office started to blur together. 

“Hey big guy, be easy there.” Hawks gently pulled me away from my uncle's arms, a red wing covering me, as if to shield me from him. Turning my gaze to look at Hawks. His lips were graced with a joking smile that he always had when speaking to other heroes. The only problem was his eyes, they were narrowed, glaring at the number one hero. 

‘Well that’s new.’ I thought as I watched my uncle stare at him, his head slightly tilted while looking at the younger man. I could feel the heat from my uncle raise ever so slightly at the stance Hawks was taking. ‘Not good.’

“Thank you Hawks for bringing her here, but you can leave now.” Endevor crossed his large arms over his chest, returning the same stare he was receiving from Hawks. 

“Nah I’m good where I am.” Hawks shoved his hands inside his pockets, as if letting my uncle know that no matter what he says, I wasn’t leaving his sight. 

“Okay gentlemen, let's all breathe.” I stepped away from the wing that was still covering me to stand between the two hot heads. “As you can see I am fine, no harm was truly caused. Can we look at the bigger picture here?” That seemed to catch their attention, instead of staring at each other they were both looking at me. “The villains came straight for me head on. Why?”

Stepping away, I made my way to the leather couch in the middle of the room. In front of me was a small round table with a silver tray of black ceramic cups and a black tea kettle. Reaching out I took the small kettle in my hand, letting it heat up from my small flames. Once I saw the stream of steam come from the spout, I poured three cups of tea. 

“Any thoughts from the peanut gallery?” I raised my hand, gesturing for them to join me on the two chairs opposite of me. With a huff my uncle was the first one to move, taking a seat to my right with Hawks right behind him, sitting to my left.

“It might have to do with your short fight with Dabi.” I offered a cup to each of them as Hawks spoke. When he took the cup from my hand, his fingers gently grazed mine. Those small electric shots were felt through my fingertips from the contact. ‘Yeah definitely not good.’

“He seemed to have more of a grudge against me than he does my niece.” I watched as he leaned back against the chair, taking a sip of the freshly made tea. I could see that he had been thinking about this for a while, probably since he first heard about the fight.

“While that is true, Phoenix went toe to toe with him. It probably hurt his pride to have a newcomer be able to put the jump on him like that.” His arms were placed on both his thighs, narrowed eyes staring into the cup of tea.

“So because I hurt his fragile pride, I became someone of interest to not him, but the whole fucking group?” 

“That seems like the only plausible explanation for the moment.” Hawks looked up at me as he spoke. 

“Fine, let’s say that’s  the reason why. What do we do now? I have to find a new place to live, my apartment has been compromised. I will not subject the civilians in that building to the threat of me being the league's target.” 

“Well, the commission had already given me a call about that.” Surprised by what my uncle said I placed the now half empty cup of tea back on the table. “They are relocating all of the people in the building and offering you an apartment in their secured building.” 

“What?!” Both me and Hawks exclaimed at the same time.

“I was just as shocked as you when they offered. I told them yes.” I watched as my uncle got up from his seat making his way towards me. I felt the couch sink down as he sat next to me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, bringing me closer to his side. He was always warm because of his flame quirk. Without me realizing I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Your safety is my priority Quinn. I feel as if this was my fault, I shouldn’t have told you to come here.”

“Thank you Uncle Enji, but I’m a big girl now.” Leaning away from him, looking up at him. “The next time they dare try it, they will be nothing but ash.” and that was a promise, not a threat. 

Within the week I was moved from my apartment into the apartment given to me by the commission. It was at the top of the large skyscraper in the heart of the city, I still was able to have floor to ceiling windows but this place was twice the size of my last one. 

As I walked around the room I couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty. The kitchen was an open concept looking over a sunken living room. White countertops and cabinets lined the back wall, a medium sized white and blue island in the center of it and a small round table to its right, overlooking the city. 

There were about 4 steps that lead down to the massive living room. A black ‘L’ shaped couch faced away from the kitchen on top of a fluffy sky blue area rug. The rest of the furniture around the room; the coffee table, entertainment center and other small tables that were scattered around were also black. It gave off a modern feel but still playful with the small accent of blue.

My room was down the hall, and boy was it massive. It fit a king size bed, two night stands and my vanity nicely, plenty of room for me to add more enhancements if I wanted to. A walk in closet that I am positive was the same size as my childhood room. The commission was nice enough to send me at least three more hero costumes and apparently was able to make all of my regular clothes fire resistant. Since I seem to have a tendency of burning my clothes off. 

The bathroom was probably my favorite by far, it was all black and gold. The massive claw foot tub, toilet, sink and shower were all black with small gold accents. The floor tiles were black as well even in between the tiles were black. Towels hung by the sinks and outside the shower were red, looks like they get my hero color theme. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, I went back into my bedroom. Another small detail I appreciated was the balcony. It overlooked the massive city below, sliding the door, I stepped out, pulling at the sleeves of my gray sweatshirt. It was a chilly September night, right when the weather starts to change from summer to fall. Breathing in the fresh air I hummed, thinking over the events that had transpired since I moved here.

The whole agency was looking for any leads on the league. Endeavor was leading the front, from what Fuyumi told me he was barely at home any more. I told him to keep me in the loop and when I come back I would take over. It was personal now at this point, putting a target on my back was a mistake. My uncle at first had denied my request but he knew that even if he didn’t give me any intel he may gain, I was just gonna do it on my own. He knows better than anyone that I don’t back down from a fight, I tend to embrace it. Hell I welcome it even if they want to take me out, I will go down fighting. My train of thoughts were broken by the sudden change in wind.

“Well if it isn’t the other winged hero of Japan.” I felt his presence this time. Hawks. The man that has plagued my mind this past week. After leaving my uncle's office, I hadn’t heard from him. I had asked my uncle if he heard from him at all, he only said “He’s on a mission.” 

“Oh I believe I’m the winged hero of Japan.” He floated down, landing next to me. His scent swept over me in an instance, surrounding me. I hate to admit it but I did miss him, only a little though. 

“Not according to the latest poll.” Pulling out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, I pulled up an article. “See for yourself.” Looking over at him with a smug smile tugging on my lips. 

‘Phoenix; our new star in the sky’ 

‘Phoenix has joined the rankings of our top three heroes! She has fended off the league’s assault on our city not once but TWICE. Ever since her smashing debut only a few months ago she has been nothing short of a true hero for Japan. Ms. Phoenix has kept the people of this fine country protected even if she wasn’t born here, gaining the love and respect of its people. She is currently ranked as number 2 tied with the other winged hero of Japan; Hawks.’

“Wow, I've been betrayed by my own country, I see.” Hawks laughed as he passed my phone back to me. Taking the phone back I placed it back in my pocket. While he read the article I took in his appearance. A jean jacket was draped over his broad shoulders, a white tee shirt underneath it. His legs were covered in washed out jeans with a few intentionally placed rips in them and black docs. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the bracelets that were on his right wrist and a gold watch on his left. He looked good, too good.

“Got a hot date or something?” I had fully turned towards him, leaning against the railing of the balcony. I watched as he turned towards me, a devilish smirk gracing those lips.

“Why? Are you jealous?” His eyes, it's always his eyes. They were playful, and flirtatious. I was a little bitter at him shutting me out for a week, plus two could play that game.

“And what if I am?” I invaded his space, my eyes half lidded as I stepped closer to him. I kept eye contact with him as my hand reached up, playing with the gold necklace around his neck. A manicured nail lightly grazed the exposed skin of his v-neck t-shirt. His breath hitched in his throat as I did. 

“What then Keigo?” His hand that was resting on the railing gripped as I took another step, my chest lightly teasing his own. My face was so close to his own, I could feel his breath on my lips. Golden eyes started into mine, shock, disbelief and what looked like lust flashed through them.

“What happened, fire bird got your tongue?” I traced my other hand up his chest, wrapping around his neck, my fingers playing with the soft short hairs at the base of his neck. Ever since I did that the morning after I attacked him, it’s all I could think about. How soft it was when I ran my fingers through it, I couldn’t help myself. 

“God you are so easy!” I pushed him on his chest as I chuckled, the hand that was in his hair gave it a slight tug before detaching itself. I returned to my spot on the balcony. He was silent as if processing what I had just done. 

In an instant I was flipped around, my back being pressed against the cold metal bars. Hawks’ hands on my hips, slightly gripping them. His chest against mine fully, and a leg between my own. His breath was hot against my neck causing me to silently gasp. The tip of his nose ghosted up my jaw, the soft chin hair he had followed the same path, sending shuddering waves throughout my body.

“You, out of all people, know you shouldn’t play with fire.” He whispered, soft lips tickled on the shell of my ear. His voice was low, a growl as he spoke. “I am a bird of prey, and you are looking good to eat, little dove.” His hands gripped me even hard, holding me in place as he pressed himself against me further. A low groan escaped his throat as I placed my hands against his chest. His heart was beating as fast as my own. He pulled back slightly to look me in my eyes. This time it was me who had their breath caught in their throat. I could see the light of the city reflecting in his now dark golden eyes. His wings had slightly expanded, showing off their length. He looked taller, intimidating and fucking sexy. 

He chuckled when he was met with silence as he stepped away from me. His warmth was gone the second he stepped away and I felt like I could breathe again. “See ya later.” 

Just as fast as he showed up, he was gone. Placing a hand on my chest I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and the butterflies made their grand return.

“Well shit.”

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Chapter 6

Main Pairing: Hawks/Quinn(OC)

Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

Genre: Romance/Action/ Smut

Words: 2.7K

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The next morning, Daichi gave me a ride back to the apartment. It was still early, so not that many people were on the streets yet. I looked out the window as the buildings passed me. Something about what happened last night didn’t settle right with me. It’s not like this was the first time I’ve ever done this. I was still a woman at the end of the day, so of course I had needs. I knew I would never see Daichi again, which was fine; that’s not upsetting me. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt the car stop.

 “Thanks for the ride, Daichi.” I turned to him, flashing a small smile. He was great. After everything last night, I told him that this was a one-time thing. He fully understood why and also said he wasn’t looking to get into a relationship with a pro-hero, which I fully understand. 

“No problem, Phoenix. Just don’t be a stranger at the club; any friend of Mirko’s is a friend of mine.” He smiled back at me. 

Pulling off my seatbelt, I reached over, giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. I opened the car door, saying my goodbyes as I walked to the entrance of the building. 

“Quinn?” I was digging through my bag, not noticing the presence standing at the door. Looking up, I felt my heart sink. Hawks stood by the door, a tray of coffee in one hand and what looked like a box of pastries in the other. He wore grey sweatpants, a plain black t-shirt, a baseball hat, and sneakers. His wings still hadn’t grown back yet, and the wounds on his face were still healing. 

“Hawks, what are you doing here?” I walked closer to him, and I watched as his eyes followed the black sports car as it made a right on the next block. 

“Who was that?” His voice was soft, almost distant, as he spoke. 

“A friend of Mirko’s drove me home. We went out last night.” I could see on his face that he had more questions but decided against asking them. “You want to come up?” 

As if flipping a switch Hawks smiled his signature smile at me. "Yeah, I got you breakfast.” 

“You didn’t have to be a be a silly bird.” Hawks was walking next to me, and with my heels on, I was slightly taller than him. 

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. And may I say you look stunning in that dress?” His hawk-like gaze traveled up from my legs to my face. For some reason, I felt self-conscious as he looked at me. 

“You think so? I feel gross for being in this outfit all night, and I know my makeup and hair are a mess.” I had turned to face the wall next to me, trying to see my reflection. 

“You always look stunning, Quinn.” Hawks had moved closer to me, his chest pressing against my back. Something felt off about him. Hawks always had a certain body heat radiating off of him. But now he felt cold, almost like an ominous chill in human form. 

Turning around, I put my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. “Backup Hawks.” He grabbed my wrist, squeezing it hard enough to know that if he held it any longer, it would leave a mark. “What the fuck Hawks let go!” 

“Why Quinn!? Don’t you love me?!” There was a tone in his voice that I knew wasn't like Hawks. He doesn’t talk like this, and he sure as hell would never grab me like this. 

“Who are you?!” I was inside my building, which meant I couldn’t use my fire. I had to think quickly and get whoever this person was as far away as possible. 

I watched as the skin of the impersonator melted away. Soon a brighter blonde head peaked through, and soon a young girl with a manic expression on her face was in my full view. I knew this girl, Himiko Toga. 

“Oh no, that’s so sad! You don’t love him, do you?” 

“Shut up, you bitch!” With a nod of my head, I watched as she flew back, sending her through the double glass doors. I followed her, pure rage seeping through my pores. 

She tumbled against the sidewalk as I made my way outside. I had to get her as far away from the building as possible. 

“How did you know where I lived!?” That smile was sinister. I could feel chills running down my spine as she wiped the blood that fell from the corner of her mouth. 

“We have our ways, Phoenix.” I looked behind me and felt my blood boil. Out of the black wormhole stepped a guy with white hair, hands all over his body, and a hand covering his face. I had already read all the reports in the league to know that this was their leader, Shigaraki. Right behind him was the one man I swear that I personally took down. 

“Dabi!” His name tasted like rat poison as it slipped from my tongue. I could see civilians who were on their way to work starting to either stop and stare, pull out their phones, or run for the hills. 

‘Smart choice.’ I thought as I kicked off my heels,assessing the situation I was currently facing. Behind me was the entrance to my building, which I now have to move out of. Shigaraki moved in front of me, with Dabi to his right and Toga to his left. ‘Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.’

“You don’t seem much of a challenge, Ms. New Hero." The voice that came out of the guy in front of me sounded like he had an inch in his throat, a voice that I would always remember. 

“That’s funny coming from scum who will soon be in handcuffs.” My voice was even; I didn’t want them to see just how fucked I was in this situation. Dabi alone was tough for me to handle with no backup, but fighting all three at once wasn’t smart.

“I don’t think that’s wise. See, last time I checked, we have the upper hand here.” Dabi said, his blue flame circulating around his long fingers. He had a smirk on his face, and I wanted nothing more than to rip off those stupid staples. 

“What do you want?” I was never one to back down from a fight, no matter the odds; it just wasn’t part of my nature. 

"Why, we just wanted to bring you a housewarming gift.” Another black warp popped out between us, and a man in a long yellow trench coat came out holding what looked like a person. My eyes widened as I realized who he was holding. There in front of me was Daichi, gagged and hands tied behind his back. He had a fresh cut on his hairline, tears falling from his eyes. My heart sank to the bottom of my chest. 

“No!” I went to reach for him, but Dabi shot a warning fire at my feet, preventing me from getting any closer. I growled through my teeth as I glared at him. 

There was no way I could start an all-out brawl here in front of everyone, endangering more innocent lives. “I will ask again, what do you want?” I could feel my own flames start to ignite around my body, my emotions getting the better of me. 

"Well, it’s very simple; we just want to see all your heroes fall from your pedestal.” The scratchy voice guy said as he raised his hands. 

“That will never happen!” I had to take a risk; I had to try and save Daichi. Without another beat, I set off a ring of flames to enclose us inside. The people that were around started to back away from us, leaving me enough room to do what I needed to do. 

I had to take out the easiest one in the group, Toga. Using my flames as rockets, I got behind her, bringing up my elbow, and slammed it down on the junction between her neck and shoulder. She let out a curdled scream before crumbling to the ground. 

'Good, I hit a pressure point.’ I pointed my hand in the direction of the trench coat guy, chocking him. He released his hold on Daichi, clutching at his neck. In a swift movement, I used my other hand to direct Daichi to the front doors of the building, crashing him through the doors. With him out of the way, I knew I didn’t have to worry about him getting hurt. 

“You little bitch!” I looked up and saw that Shigaraki was running at me; his right hand extended out. I knew about his decaying quirk. If I let him touch me, it was light out for me. Releasing my hold on the other villain, I shot my flames in his direction. I had to keep him at a distance; the further away, the better. 

“Burn in hell!”

“Not before you!” Dabi stepped in front of him, and I watched as blue flames met my orange and yellow ones. Between the circle of fire, my own flames shooting out of my hands, and Dabi’s ungodly flames, I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I could feel my dress start to burn away from my body; the hem of the dress was slowly turning a burnt brown. 

The next thing I saw was a bright flash and an explosion, sending the rest of the villains flying back. Myself included. 

"Die, you scum!” I knew that voice. I looked up and saw fluffy blonde hair come down from the sky. Bakugo shot off more explosions down our way. 

‘This kid really doesn’t care about who was around.’

"Phoenix, are you okay?” I felt a gloved hand on my shoulder as I tried to stabilize myself from the blast. 

“Deku, what are you doing here?” Turning over my shoulder, I could see the sweet freckles in the in the boys eyes. He looked worried as he helped me. 

“We have our provisional license, and we were out on patrol when we saw your flames.” I could hear Bakugou still on a rampage, trying to cause the villains as much damage as possible. 

I reached over to my shoulder, giving the young boys hands a pat and letting him know that I was grateful to them for showing up as they  had. But I couldn’t put these kids in harm's way. 

“BAKUGOU! TAKE CARE OF THOSE TWO!” I called out to the raging teen. I can see him look over as he dodges out of Dabi’s range of fire blasts. I noticed that Toga was starting to regain consciousness, as was the other guy. If I had Deku and Bakugou deal with them, I could deal with the vermin in front of me. 

“Let’s dance, boys.” I smirked; it was better knowing that I had backup now. Using my fire again, I zoomed over to Dabi. Judging by how he uses his flames to keep his opponents at a distance, it meant that close combat wasn’t his specialty. I could see that he was gearing up to blast another blue-fire brigade at me. I changed my trajectory, shooting up. 

Before he knew it, I was behind him. Turning my body, I raised my right leg, sending it flying into his side. He gasped for air as he was sent flying to the side, almost stumbling right into my wall of flames. Not giving him a second to breathe, I used my telekinesis to shoot him up into the air, only to slam him back down on his back. I knew he wasn’t dead; that would be too easy. 

“Bitch!” I heard it as I saw a pale hand reach over my shoulder, attempting to grab my throat. Ducking down, I swiped my leg around in a circle, tripping Shigaraki. 

He fell forward clumsily and said, “This your first fight, chappy?” I laughed while watching as he scrambled to get up. I looked over to check on the two U.A. students, only to see their hands full of fighting Toga. She was elusive, dodging each of the attacks that they sent her. I could see that she was honed in on Deku, causing Bakugou to get angry, which made him slightly sloppy. 

“Wait..” I frantically searched for the fourth guy. He was no longer on the ground; it wasn’t until I felt a punch in my gut that I realized where and who he was. The magician. He must have put himself in one of those marble things while we were busy. 

“Too slow, little lady.” I was doubled over, holding my stomach, when he sent an uppercut to my chin. Metallic—that’s all I tasted in my mouth. I gasped for air, causing the blood that pooled in my mouth to fly out. 

“Phoenix!” I could hear the two boys shout. They started to run towards me, but I put my hand up, signaling them to stop. 

“Stand down.” I growled. They had successfully subdued Toga, completely knocking her out. They both stopped staring as Shigaraki came up behind me, kicking me in the back. Having used both my quirks at the same time, plus not fully healing just yet from phoenix rising, my body wasn’t ready to exert this much yet. 

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” I felt as Shigaraki sent another kick to my side, causing me to fall on my knees. My head was down, and both arms were still wrapped around my body. I had to end this; I had a duty to protect those two boys. 

I felt someone grab my hair, pulling it and forcing me to look up. It was the magician, Shigaraki, standing above me. 

“One of the greats, Phoenix herself, was killed by the league of villains.” He had removed the hand that covered his face, and I could see red eyes stare back at me. I am thrilled and delighted to have you in this position. 

At that moment, everything moved in slow motion; his hand was making its way to my throat, ready to send me off into oblivion. The feeling of his cold middle finger touched my skin; all I saw was red.

“Not today, you fucker.” I had to push through; I wasn’t ready to die, and not by his damned hands. The ground started to sizzle around his feet, and the soles of his red sneakers began to melt. The temperature increased not only around us but also in my body. 

“What the fuck?!” Shigaraki took a step back, mouth open, as I started to stand to my feet. The magician let my hair go as fire started to surround my body. His hand suddenly burned from the contact. Standing on both feet, my arms still at my side, my shoulders hunched, and my head down, I took a staggering step towards the man. 

He tried to run, but I grabbed his neck; my whole body was on fire, literally. I could hear his skin sizzle as I kept my hand in his throat, his red eyes wide, clawing at my arm. 

“What? Don't you like being chocked?” I smirked at him. I could see the fright in his eyes, his neck burning as he was trying to croak something out. 

“KUROGIRI!” It was the magician again. I hissed as I turned my head towards him. The next thing I knew, there was a black goo coming out of everyone’s mouth. I jumped away, the flames diminishing as I did so. Shigaraki crumbled to the floor once I let go, gasping for air, but not before he stared at me. We locked eyes; he didn’t even need to speak; his eyes said it all. 

He wanted me dead. I looked back at him with the same look. I knew, as heroes, we should never act on it. He’ll never think it, but I wanted him dead. 

Just as fast as they had appeared, the group was gone. Once I knew they were gone, I released the flames around us, with onlookers gawking at the sight. There I stood, my dress barely hanging on, and two young heroes rushed towards me as I fell to my knees once again, blacking out.

“PHOENIX!!”

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Hawks  ♡ 

A little after the press conference kinda look.

So happy for the new season ♡

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Coercion Part Three | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Ahhh! It’s finally here. It’s been almost an entire year since I started this and I’m so sorry its taken me this long to get another part out. I had the plans for this just gathering dust in my drafts for the longest time and honestly I wasn’t sure I would ever actually get to it, but here it is. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and I don’t disappoint you after the long, long wait.

Thank you to my lovely friends who took the time out of their days to read through this for me. @jodrawssmut​, @whet-ones-write​ and @hoe-doroki​💕

Warnings: 18+, cheating, dirty talk, oral, pussy slapping.

Word Count: 7.8k

It was difficult to say when you’d started feeling this way in your relationship. In your mind it began when Midoriya started coming home late and leaving early, the incessant phone calls and texts from his work taking his attention away from you. The dates, anniversaries you’d spend together often short-lived by that fateful call you already knew was coming. Your boyfriend’s problem was he didn’t know when to say no, always far too eager to please everyone, too kind. But it could have been a multitude of factors, even the littlest things annoyed you about your boyfriend now that seemed to pale in comparison to others problems. You were always reminded how lucky you should feel, that other people have it much worse and would love to be in your position. So why did it constantly feel so wrong?

You supposed it was your fault for falling for such a dedicated hero, someone who would always put others before himself. Unfortunately, that courtesy didn’t seem to stretch to his wife, Midoriya often staying late in favour of protecting the citizens of Musutafu, or taking extra shifts to appease his colleagues. It was okay in the beginning, really. You couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were signing up for when you first started dating the aspiring hero, he’d made it abundantly clear that it was his dream and something that he would strive to achieve. And you had been there for him, supporting him every step of the way. The loving, doting girlfriend that would do anything to make him happy, but what about your happiness?

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

the last few days have been a mess for the mha fandom. one of our most talented, kindhearted souls ( @shoutodoki ) left the fandom for good this week due to hate and constant scrutiny, and i’ve seen a lot of disgusting hate anons, plagiarizing, and content stealing going on recently as well. i was disheartened, thinking that this fandom has become a complete dumpster fire. thinking, what’s keeping us here?? why do we stay if we have to deal with this constant stream of hot trash being pelted at us? if val were still here on tumblr with us, what would she do?

for me, thanksgiving was yesterday, but every day i am grateful for the community here on tumblr that has opened its arms and welcomed me. although there are undesirables— the ones who hide behind anon and send hateful things, the ones who make entire blogs just to tear people down til there’s nothing left, the ones who spread gossip and drama and jump to conclusions without leaving any room for people to grow and change because god, we’re all people behind our screen names, and people make mistakes because we’re all only human— i love it here. or at least, i used to.

the good has always outweighed the bad for me. having a community to come to as an escape from my daily life, and having friends to meet there who i know are in the same boat as me has been a genuinely wonderful thing. and i want it to be that way for more people, like how i’m told this fandom used to be. so let’s clean up the trash littering our fandom’s streets. let’s drown out the hate, so that the foul, shadowy creatures that spread it won’t see a single ray of sunshine that could help their spiteful voices grow. fuck them. let’s starve them of attention, block them out so they wither up and perish from our feed. i don’t want to see them have another victory. i want us all to be happy and for our fandom to be a safe space for all types of creativity to be shared. let’s get it back to that. let’s take a moment to appreciate each other.

in hopes to get the ball rolling, i’m going to mention some of my favorite people on mha tumblr. these people have been authentic with me, and i’m happy to tag them. i hope this brings a smile to their face, even if it’s fleeting. and i hope that they, too, can spread this positivity by tagging the people that make their mha tumblr experience all the better for them (either by reblogging this post or making their own), in (perhaps ambitious) hopes that we can become a tighter-knit community that can shoulder through this, or the inevitable next wave of fandom misfortunes, together.

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…

@todoscript astrid. my sweetest bean. an incredible, ever-blossoming author (not to mention graphics queen), and my kindest, purest friend. while our conversations may not always be so pure ;) you’ve always been there for me and offered a shoulder for me to lean on. you always reply to me without fail and i see the effort you put into our friendship. i’m so honored to be your friend. i love you so much, and i look forward to continually screeching about our love for shouto together 💘

@queensynderella allie. one of my biggest inspirations for starting my blog. you’re an exceptional author and a wonderful person, one of my most cherished mutuals for sure. whenever i see you in my activity i smile 💗

@kingtamakimurder shan. although we may have drifted apart a little, i won’t ever forget what a sweet and genuine soul you are. your writing is impeccable, and your heart is so big. if anyone ever throws shade at you, they should be prepared to catch these hands 👊❤️

@vixen-scribbles vix. we’ve been mutuals for a hot min now, but you’re still the same. you’re such an immersive writer— seriously every time i read your work i’m transported away into your imagination. you’re also so fucking funny and i love how you don’t take shit from anybody. i love to see you in my activity 🖤

@whats-her-quirk june. we may not be the closest mutuals, but i love being your mutual so much. your posts make me laugh, and i always love to see you in my interactions. you’re a great author and i hope you never stop writing 💞

@tsuhika hika. it seems like you just started writing yesterday and already you’re a force to be reckoned with! you’re so imaginative and hilarious, and it really shows through in your writing. i love to see you on my dash, thanks for being an honestly amazing person 💝

@rat-suki annie. gosh we’ve been mutuals for a while now.. i just wanted to take this opportunity to say, i’m so glad to have gotten to know you. please excuse my introverted-ness in your server, i’ll continue to come out of my shell day by day. i genuinely care about you and i also think you’re an outrageously talented author, please never change 💖

@lookslikeleese leese. another super inspiration for my blog’s creation! whew girl, you’ve got such a way with words. when we became mutuals i was over the moon hehe, and i’m still honored to this day to be considered a friend. 💜

@katsushimaa yssa. i kinda suck at reaching out but i just wanted to let you know that i love your blog!! i was so happy when we became mutuals and you reached out to me, and ever since i’ve loved seeing your posts on my dash. you’re a great author and i hope you’ve been doing well recently 💕

@sanguinekeigo aj. you’ve supported me for god knows how long and we’ve just recently started talking. your comments on my fics have made my day, multiple times. you’re so funny and such an awesome soul, plus you’re a great creator of content (writings and also that video with the mask lol). i love your blog in general too 💚

my old bookclub pals, nikki ( @freckledoriya ), viki ( @wakaoujisenhime ), sera ( @hawks-senseis ), prism ( @prismatales ), zee ( @reddriot ), ari ( @mrs-takami-keigo ), kat ( @myheromusings ), candy ( @candychronicles ), and manda ( @knifeewifee ). all of you i loved getting to know and befriending. you’re each incredible authors and i loved growing as a fellow author beside you all. though we may not interact much any more, please know that every one of you has positively impacted my experience in the fandom, and for that i will always be grateful. 💓

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there are countless other people that i want to thank and show my appreciation for, but alas my three brain cells cannot remember everyone’s urls. so allow me to make a general statement of appreciation to anyone who sees this post: 

whether you’re an author, an artist, some other kind of content creator, or you’re simply a fan of mha— thank you. thank you for choosing kindness and for making our fandom an incredible place. thank you for supporting content creators, whether that means purchasing subscriptions or reblogging our posts. thank you for adding to the constant discussion of mha, thank you for loving Horikoshi’s characters and his story as much as i do, thank you for forgiving us when we make mistakes, and thank you for remembering that we’re people, too. keep up the good work. plus ultra!

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Motivation

Trying to come off of my hiatus slowly. My life and such had taken a very large turn and I’m trying to figure things out but one thing I miss the most is writing and sharing my work with all of you. So here is a little snippet of something I have been working on, It should be finished soon! 

Parings: Hawks X Reader 

Rating: Explicit 18+ 

Once your sight came into focus all you saw was a mess of blonde hair falling forward framing Hawks face as the ends tickled certain areas of your face. It felt like time had slowed for a minute as your gaze looked over every aspect of his face. He was always a gorgeous man to you but never told him that, no you were too scared of ruining the relationship you already built. His own eyes roaming your face, fierce eyes watching as that pink tongue peaked out ever so slightly to lick those plump lips he had been dying to touch.

Your eyes met his as both of your breaths synchronized, shallow and shaky. Hawks shifted his weight from his knee that was in between your legs to the other but as he did that it brushed against the already sensitive core. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that came from your throat, noticing what you just did your hands shot up to cover your mouth. But it was too late. Hawks heard it and he felt something in him stir. Smirking he moved that cursed knee again only this time with intent, letting it press firmly against your cunt giving it a light nudge. Staring back at him eyes wide while the hands covering your mouth tightened to stifle the moan that evidently was heard by the man above you.

“Well, well what’s this now?” The blonde went to remove those hands silencing the sounds he wanted to hear from you. Grabbing both your wrists he pinned them above your head.

“Seems like someone is getting excited.”

“Fuck you Keigo.” You started to wiggle trying to get out of his grasp. Oh, you wanted it, you wanted him just not in the agency’s gym. You felt his grip loosen on your wrists letting you break free from his grasp.

“Only if you want to, baby girl.”

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Part one, no real warnings yet. Enjoy!

Bakugou's personal phone rings from the pocket of his hero costume for the umpteenth causing his skin to pop. All the while Kirishima allows his ruby gaze to fall over the hot head, having a good guess about just who is blowing up his phone. Worry snatches at Kirishima's heart for a moment forcing the question from his lips, even if it meant regretting it. 

"Are you sure your mom is okay?" Bakugou freezes in his step, inclining his head to fix a garnet glare at his so called friend. He sucks in a breath to yell, body tense and in a fighting stance before his phone blares again.

"FUCK!" He shouts into the night with only Kirishima and the moon to hear. The trees swallow his frustration as he rips his phone from his pocket, answering it so harshly the LCD beneath the screen ruptures. 

"What?! What the fuck do you want you God Damn hag?! I'm WORKING! Saving LIVES!" It had been a long time since he had called his mother hag, long enough there was silence on the other line for a moment. 

Then much like her son she takes a deep breath and now Kirishima, the moon and the trees know why Mitsuki was calling at such a late hour. Kirishima sighs with relief nothing is so dire as life and death, although for Mitsuki it is. 

"IF YOU DON'T BRING THIS GHOST OF A GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS I SWEAR TO KAMISAMI THERE WILL BE NO MORE NUMBER ONE HERO WHEN IM THROUGH WITH YOU. IM GETTING OLD I NEED FUCKING GRANDKIDS. THINK OF YOUR SWEET OLD FATHER HE AIN'T GETTING ANY FUCKING YOUNGER!" 

"That's what this was about?! Ma for the last fucking time I don't-" 

"You don't what? One of those hoes you sleep with has to like even your rude ass. Bring a decent one home." And with that Bakugou is left with the sound of three tones and a ringing in his ear. He grips the bridge of his nose, having no earthly idea of how to get his mother off of his back, let alone find a woman. The phone rings in his hand again, the screen filled with dead pixels and rainbow lines causing him hot to be able to see. Somehow it registers his touch as he goes from memory to answer. 

"What you fucking hag?!" He screams into the receiver. 

"Wow. Rude." You reply with a bite, "Just calling to tell you boss that I'm clocking out, dickhead." 

"I-I thought you were my mom." 

"Oh and that makes it better?" What an ass! 

"Fuck you." He growls, looking at Kirishima's watch, "You're clocking out way too early." 

"No, fuck you. I requested to be off by this time MONTHS ago. You can ask Eijirou-san, you approved it so he made the schedule accordingly." You quip, twirling one of your knives in your hands, "Besides I've been working waaay too long today. Oh and I found that perp hours ago." 

"What the fuck?! Why didn't you tell me hours ago?" 

"I fucking tried, you ignored my call. This was my third attempt." You slam the knife through the paperwork on your desk wishing it were the hot head's thigh. You rise as your eyes glance over the clock. If you didn't hurry this stupid phone call up, you were going to be late. You needed to sneak in before midnight. 

"Still too early for you. Normally you want the OT." He bites, causing you to roll your eyes. 

Gods you hated this guy. 

"Yea, well tonight is different." You'd pay in the long run for leaving so soon but tonight was special. She asked you to be there the last time you saw her and you promised. 

You never break a fucking promise. 

"Some subordinate you are bitch face." He growls then an idea pops into his head. 

Subordinate. 

As in you reported to him, as in Bakugou Katsuki was your boss. And well you had to listen to your boss to some extent and he knew you needed money, you tell him day in and day out it's the only  reason you would even dream to work with him. 

Although he has no idea why you are so hard out for cash. 

So he sets the bait, offering you a deal you can't refuse. 

"Tomorrow is your planned day off right?" 

"Yea what fucking of it?!" 

"I've got a special mission for you-" 

"No." You interrupt, already feeling the exhaustion of your seventy hour work week stacking up. 

"You didn't even let me finish you ungrateful brat. It will be three times your pay for half a day's work. Cold hard cash." The other side of the line goes silent. Licking your lips you think over his offer, fuck, that would actually help get your head above water. 

The light at the end of the tunnel. 

If only you knew how dark this tunnel was going to be. 

"Fine. I'll take your stupid fucking offer." 

"Promise?" His voice sounds a bit different, a little bit of a tease to it, as if he knows something you don't. 

"What are we in kindergarten. Yea I promise, fucking headass." With that you hang up, rushing down the steps of the agency building and into the cold air. 

Your phone buzzes with a text 

BakaBoss: Meet me at the agency, 11am sharp.

You roll your eyes, turning your phone to silent as you watch the nightly set of nurses do their normal routine. Barely making it in time for the security guard and head nurse to make their way outside by the one way back door for a smoke. Both too lazy to walk around to the front of the hospital, sticking a thin splintering wood block between the jam and the door, giving you easy access to the stairwell. When they were far enough away you slip into the door, sure to place the wood where they left it before climbing the stairs two at a time, racing the clock at the top half of the 11th hour. The janitor would have already mopped her floor and the only nurse on floor six was currently on the ground level half way through the small tobacco stick, she wouldn't be sticking her head into room 609 anytime soon. 

You draw in a deep breath, collecting yourself and forcing back the tears as you picked the lock, a skill set that not only were you amazing at but the very same skill that landed you here. 

And by here you mean stupid ass hero work all thanks to some "reforming" program by Izuku Miydoria. Still it was better than having to break out of jail in order to make cash, her bills weren't going to pay themself. 

You stick a stolen credit card in between the door jab and the door, right at the locking mechanism, although you could break out of just about anywhere, this would be the faster method of escape. 

"Hey, sis, I made it!" You say softly but with excitement, watching as she keeps her back to you. Her eyes wide from a mixed cocktail of chemicals and trauma, she stares out into the sky, counting the stars. 

It would be one of those nights where she was too warped to tell you were there. With a sigh you sink onto her mattress. If you could even fucking call it that. It was more like a box spring with a fitted sheet over top of it, you were still figuring out how you could sneak a mattress in. 

"I got you something." You say crawling to sit next to her cross legged, she turns to you and it's like looking in a mirror. Except one of you is covered in visible scars and the other is not. Hers are more than skin deep. Seeing her dull gaze never gets any easier, she stares through you for a long time before she does as she always does. 

Lifting her hand gently to cup your cheek so her thumb can slide over your scar. 

"How'd you get this?" Her voice is barely hers and it grabs a fist full of your guts pulling them downward. Everytime she asks that question you see the shine of a blade, a swipe of a strong hand and vision filled with blood.

Yours, there's but never hers. You like to tell yourself that's what counts but maybe you had a hand in breaking her. 

You clear your throat, pulling a bag onto your lap. 

"Nevermind that." You gently guide her hand away from your cheek and to her lap. When she makes no motion for the gift bag you force a smile as icy guilt collects in your chest. 

"It's for our birthday silly! Can you believe we are 26 today?" You place the pillow on her lap and her hands slowly go to the plush material. 

For a moment she has returned, flashing you a smile as she pushing into the soft material before she flickers out again. Like a light with just enough current to wink in and out of existence. 

Time passes and the clock strikes midnight, white clad shoes stomp against the polished floor signaling it was time to leave. 

"I'll try to see you soon okay?" You lean over kissing her hairline before grabbing at the old, flat pillow. Shoving it into the gift bag as you silently bound the room. Pushing the door open slightly as you slip the stolen card into the back pocket of your black jeans.  With that you are down the hall and through the backdoor without raising any sort of alarm as usual. 

Suddenly your phone weighs heavy in your pocket as you think of what kind of stupid errand that asshole was going to put you on. The stolen card sings in your pocket, begging to be used. So you slip into a bar to give it a good use. 

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A blaring alarm yanks you from the bed in a sweating panic. Knife instinctively slashing the air before you send the blade into yet another digital alarm clock. Falling back into the mattress for just a moment's peace.

That peace doesn't last long once you show up at the agency. If anything is sours as you see Bakugou leaning against the bright white brick and in civilian clothes no less. 

"What's this?" You pick at his black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his banded forearms.  He's paired it with a pair of black jeans, one knee ripped. Oddly it looks good together. Not overly dressed nor too dressed down. His vermilion eyes glide over your figure in your black body con hero suit. He sucks his teeth, hating this next part. 

"Called clothes dumbass. Speaking of we need to get you something fitting."

"For what? What exactly is this 'mission'?" 

"I'll debrief you later. Right now we need to get you new clothes." You laugh in his face before your rich expression turns deadly 

"With what money?" 

"Calm down, it's my treat Princess." He says with satire, the name sits odd on his tongue and even more odd in your stomach. He snatches at your wrist, "Come on before the stores get crowded and we get noticed." 

You find yourself in a shop filled with dresses and fancy blouses. All of which you hate. Bakugou seems to hate them too, too guady for his taste. Still he shifts through the soft silks because he knows his mother will love it. 

"Oi, you can't find a single decent thing here? I thought women loved shopping." 

"Yea for shit we like asshole." You hiss to him, having only found a pair of dark blue jean's. 

"Heh." He scoffs, rolling his eyes until he finds the perfect top. It looks decent and it could be your style. The one thing he learned about being undercover was to not stray too far from what looked natural or from the truth. 

"Put this on. While I find a necklace." He shoves the silky top into your hands and you look at the price tag. Suddenly anxiety burns in the soles of your feet soaring up to close your throat. 

"Bakugou. This is too much." Katsuki stops to glance over his shoulder, this is the first time you've used his name since he hired you three years ago. He sees your hand gripping at your bicep and he watches the rare tell sign that you're nervous as you chew on one of the scars that creeps onto your lip. He comes up to you, closer than he ever has been before, your senses flood with spiced caramel. 

"Oi." His voice is smooth, almost soft as he touches a ringed index finger to your forearm. You fixate on the shining black ring and your old habits have you thinking of six different ways to get it off of his finger. The thought soothes you as much as his voice surprisingly does. 

"I said I'm buying, remember you brat?" The teasing returns back to his voice before it turns gruff, "Now go change to make sure I like it. I'll be back in a second." 

A woman unlocks a small dressing room for you and once inside you hold your breath. Counting as you remind yourself that you cannot and will not steal anything of value while your boss was here. 

If you were any other person you would tap this Prohero's account dry, really rack up that platinum card you know sat in his wallet and sell the clothes marked up for a profit later. 

But even as much as you hated Bakugou, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. 

Instead you slip into the the outfit adjusting yourself this way in that as the neckline says enough without saying too much. The jeans curving against your figure in such a way doing as good as a job as your hero suit. You keep your steel toed boots as you step into the small hall with the three mirrors. As you turn this way and that Bakugou appears behind you, almost earning a knife to his gut. He forces the silver blade away before pulling out a necklace from a bag he just bought.  The gold chain is dainty, going through the top of the garnet making it seen as if it were a suspended droplet of blood. 

It marches the eyes that roll over you as he takes a step back before his harsh mouth breathes out a word. 

"Fuck."

Instantly it kills your mood as your lip pulls back over sharp teeth.

"Tsk. It's not that bad, God how do you get any pussy." You grumble, smoothing down the black blouse. 

"No, dumbass. You look...you look perfect." He stares into your eyes through the mirror, his smile growing wider as they wander over your scars and finally land onto that minimalistic drop pendant necklace. 

Over something you've never been able to have, something you always had to swipe from an unsuspecting neck and then pawn. 

"Now. I'm going to tell you here, in this store of crowded people so you don't cause a scene." 

"What?!" Anger already begins to bubble in your blood. The blades that kiss your flesh start to scream for relief. 

"From now on you have to pretend to be my girlfriend. Paparazzi are starting to swarm outside of this fucking boutique and my mom follows this particular trash tabloid since they love to use me as click bait. You just have to make it through dinner tonight and if shit goes south I'll pay you even more." 

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Pancakes

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 Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

 Warnings: Lots of Foreplay, Food play, Explicit Language, Squirting

 Word count: 3.8k

 I haven’t written something like this since 2014 so please forgive me if it’s bad.

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 You watched the man that was sound asleep besides you on the king size bed, flat on his stomach hugging the pillow under his head. Vermilion wings sprawled out covering the both of you like a blanket, making sure you were warm and protected. Reaching out, your hand gently pushed the mess of dirty blonde locks that was blocking your view of his beautiful face, you couldn’t understand just how lucky you had gotten with this man. He wasn’t just the number two hero to you, no he was so much more than that. He was a man that loved you unconditionally and whole heartedly, you were a woman with a lot of internal baggage, but he still was there. Even when he had to be away for a long period of time for a mission, he made sure you knew he would be there in a heartbeat if you needed him.

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