#Hawks x reader - Dance in the Rain

[isabeauwolf]

Hawks x reader - Dance in the Rain

Hawks didn't believe in Cupid's arrow until he was hit with it.

It made his heart thud harder in his chest.

The classic Hero x Civilian romance story.

Hawks couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

He watched you dance in the rain, laughing and smiling while raising your hands into the air, spinning round and round on bare feet. Your clothes are soaked, the red dress you wore clinging to you, molding and fitting your body like a glove.

Hawks flies towards you, grinning and holding an umbrella over your head. "What's a songbird like you dancing in the rain all by your lonesome?"

You meet his curious golden hues. "Just felt like it." You smile, pulling wet strands away from your face and tilting your head cutely, fluttering your lashes at him. "What can I do for the famous Winged Hero Hawks?" You step back, giving him room.

Hawks felt his face grow heated as he landed on the rooftop. "I... I'm just dropping by is all."

You hum in thought, eyes trailing up and down his body. Lean to the side to glance at his crimson wings, on reflex he spread them wide, giving you a full view of his long feathers. Raising a hand, "May I touch them?" You asked, bright gaze leaving his wings to refocus on his eyes.

Hawks felt pride swell and puffed out his chest. "Sure, go right ahead." His smile widened; it was more genuine than his picture-perfect, practiced smiles.

You reach over and gently caress the back of your fingers against his feathers, eyes widening. "They are so soft, " you muttered, trailing them closer towards the base of his wings. He shivered, and his wings ruffled as a cooing chirp left the Hero's lips.

Both of yours and Hawks eyes widened as you stopped.

Hawks grew flustered, slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. "Apologies... don't know where that came from." His voice was slightly muffled, but you heard him as he chuckled awkwardly and cleared his throat. His heart jumped fast in his chest, he heard his heartbeat drumming in his ears, and a tiny part of him felt sad that you had stopped your ministrations.

It felt nice. Sure, he's had people touch his wings before, but yours was surprisingly tender.

He knew if that had become a habit, it would quickly become addictive, feeling you stroke his feathers, perhaps while he's preening them?

Wait? Where'd that thought come from?

"It's quite cute." You giggle and smile, lowering your hand.

"Cute?" He repeated, blinking at you.

You turn and head towards your apartment, waving over your shoulder without looking at him. "Guess, I'll see you around, red." You walk out from underneath the umbrella, causing you to get wet again.

Dazed he lowered his hand and his other hand tightened around the umbrella handle. "Wait, miss-" he followed you with the umbrella to help shield you from the rain, trying to keep his eyes from lowering down to the rest of your curves and how the soaking wet dress looked around your ass. Don't look down, don't look down, dammit, don't- He froze when you glanced at him over your shoulder, forcing him to stop and not run you over.

He expected you to protest. Ask him to leave, which made him inwardly pray and plead that you didn't. He thought when you met his gaze again you would be mad, but no.

"If you are gonna stay and peep on my dance practice, you might as well join me." You curl your index finger, kissable lips quirk into a playful smirk. "What about it, red? Care to dance after I freshen' up and get you some clothes."

Swallowing, he nodded his head.

You opened the screen door, stepped in, and grabbed towels. One for yourself and handing the other yellow fluffy towel to Hawks. "Here red, go ahead and get undressed." You laugh, drying your hair and peeking at him. "I think I've still got some of my brother's old clothes around that might fit." You pat yourself dry, wipe your feet on the fuzzy green mat, and make your way toward your room, pointing your finger. "Go ahead and leave everything in the bathroom, I'll dry'em for ya and help yourself to the shower. Wouldn't want Japan's number three Hero to catch a cold."

He was once again stunned by your words. Watching as you disappear down into your bedroom.

He had to force himself not to shake his soaking wet feathers as he copied your actions, patting himself dry, taking off his boots and socks, wiping his feet on the soft n' fuzzy rug, and strolling towards the bathroom.

His gaze observed everything. The living was decent, the kitchen was spacious and everything was modern and clean, neat and tidy. When he opened the bathroom door, he noticed the bath had already been filled and heated. The water appeared to have a light lilac tint. Had you used a bath bomb of some kind? Tilting his head as he felt his wings flutter along with his heart. You had planned to bathe after your rain dance but, instead decided to let him go first.

Hawks found a blue plastic laundry basket, slowly getting undressed and placing everything into it, reopening the bathroom door and gently sliding the basket outside to make it easier for you.

He felt a chill go up his spine. Quickly, getting into the tub as the scent of lavender hit his nose and lemons? Hawks shrugged his shoulder and lowered himself deeper into the water, a pleasure groan soothing his chilled and aching bones. Leaning back, closing his eyes. He had been taking quick showers most of the week that he hadn't had time for a much needed soak in the bath.

It was soothing.

He could see himself accidentally falling asleep, if he wasn't careful. Reopening his eyes and sighing, Hawks found your shampoo, body wash, and soaps. You said he could use the bath and help himself. He might as well respect your wishes. Grabbing the milk and honey body wash, then the green apple shampoo, quickly washing and rinsing himself squeaky clean. He rose to his feet, getting out as he shook out his feathers, and patting himself dry once more.

After stepping on the blue bathmat, he paused. Realizing that he didn't have a change of clothes. Uh oh. He didn't even know your name.

"Should asked for them before you came in," he muttered to himself. He noticed the blue laundry basket he had placed outside the bathroom was back in its original spot.

His eyes widened, Hawks was so spaced out that he didn't hear you come in. His face grew hot as he wrapped the towel around his waist and peeked into the basket. Sitting inside was a neat pile of men's clothes: Grey sweatpants with a matching crew neck, boxers, and socks. What made the winged hero's brows raise was the familiar logo and brand of his that had just launched last week.

His lips twitched into a smirk.

Well, now. Who was The Hawks fan? You, your brother, or both? Maybe the latter.

He hoped it was you.

He had to inwardly chuckle to himself at the irony that he would be sporting his brand of clothing in front of you like a narcissist during your first meeting, no less. Oh well.

And that's how your relationship with The Winged Hero started during that rainy summer night.

Hawks found out that you were a dance teacher and your quick was telekinesis, which you had inherited from your mother. You could have easily kept yourself dry, but you liked to feel free, letting your walls down and dancing your heart out, emotions carrying you and your mind going blank. Just you and the elements. Raw and passionate.

It made him love you even more.

That had been a few months ago.

Hawks gave you his personal phone number in case of emergencies, but if he were being honest, he wanted to see you again. He felt himself grow anxious whenever he waited for your call or text. His assistant and Endeavor noticed the slight change in the lazy and carefree Hero, the hard-to-catch red-winged speedster and Japan's number one current heartthrob and prized winning bachelor. He was a winged smitten kitten. Oh yes, you had stolen his heart and he was perfectly content with that.

You two would text back and forth every day. Talking about each other's day, sharing stupid and hilarious memes, and jokes. His goal would be to make you smile and laugh once per day, even more, if you two were talking on the phone after you got home from work. He'd ham it up, didn't care, if he was making a fool of himself and talking out of his ass, your laughter and him picturing your pure perfect smile was worth it at his expense.

He could seriously listen to you talk for hours.

Your tone was so relaxing, soothing, and gentle with a hint of teasing and sass. Oh, how he loved it when you fought back without any filter and gave very blunt answers. It was a breath of fresh air compared to other women he dated in the past, so shy, so reserved, and always made him make the first move.

It shouldn't have, but it did. Whenever you asked him out on a date, your first date. Hawks felt himself grow scarlet like a flustered and blushing schoolboy.

You two agreed to meet up on his next day off at the end of the week that coming Friday night.

He should have guessed that it would be dinner and dancing, but what surprised him more was instead of going out. You wanted to cook for him and dance in your living room just as you two had done the first night you two met.

That night, he decided to be Keigo. Show you the man he was underneath his title and his giant red feathered persona.

When he flew back to your apartment, the easiest route he mapped out and knew by heart, carrying your favorite bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates as he landed on your balcony. Where you waited with the window open, smiling and wear that stunning red dress again. It gave him a sense of deja vu as he drank in your appearance and curves, the dress still hugged your figure, your kissable red painted lips and matching red nail polish on your fingers and toes stood out against your skin.

If your stunning natural beauty didn't turn heads, then they would be a foolish not to shamelessly steal a second or third glances. Then again, perhaps he was lucky that you hadn't gone out with you looking so breathtaking and seductive. Who was he kidding, he'd love to show you off to the world, his songbird and tap dancing cutey.

"What's a civilian as cute as you lookin' all pretty n' alone this evening, miss?" Keigo flashed you a cheeky grin as he offered you his gifts. Watching closely as your smile brightened and you gladly accepted them, smelling the flowers and sighing in content.

You fluttered your long, pretty lashes at him and hummed. "I'm waiting for my date to arrive, Hero." You tilted your head and pouted for dramatics, "Have you heard of him? He goes by the name of Hawks."

Keigo's amber iris' brightened, "Oh? Are you one of his adoring fans, pretty lady?" He felt his heartbeat soar and thunder in his chest, his stance straightening, crimson wings expanding behind him as he bit back a smug smirk.

Playing along with your game.

"Who isn't?" You giggle, smile returning. "Such a silly schoolgirl crush, yet… there's something alluring about him." Your gaze lowered to check out his attire: White shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and sneakers. Classic street wear, but it suits him. Even his classic yellow-colored visor covering his pretty liquid amber eyes. "You clean up good, handsome." you purred, meeting his gaze, turned, and walked into your apartment without glancing back as he followed without a word. "Just in time for dinner too." You chirped, listing off what was on tonight's menu, "I made salad, stuffed shells, spaghetti and meatballs."

You stopped and hesitantly glanced over your shoulder, cheeks pink. "I might have accidentally made too much." You placed the flowers in a vase and stored the chocolates in the fridge. "I.. uh, hope that you are hungry, Keigo." You turned to face him again as you walked towards the table, waiting for his answer.

Keigo's gaze left yours to eye the spread before him. It all looked delicious. The smell alone made his mouth water. It had been a long time since he'd had a home-cooked meal. He returned his gaze to your own, his smile widening. "It all looks so good," he admitted, "Don't know where to start first." He rounded the table to push out your chair, which you smiled and thanked him as he pushed you in, then sat across from you.

"Help yourself," You laughed, pouring each of you a glass of wine with a side of water. "Save room for dessert," you noticed his curiosity peaked as his wings ruffled behind him. "I made cinnamon roll cake." You had just said the magic words.

Keigo had come to love the overly sugary and sweet, tooth-rotten goodness that was your cinnamon roll cake, which became his new favorite after you shared a slice with him. He even took some with him to the office, which he wouldn't share with his colleagues, oh no, it was his sweet treat. "Tell your brother that I'm not sharing." He was serious. Your brother could make his own.

"I swear you two would start a brawl over my cake." You shook your head and snickered as you used the salad tongs to distribute portions of the fully loaded salad on his plate and yours: lettuce, spinach, baby tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, shredded cheese, and boiled eggs with the choice of ranch, thousand island, or Italian dressing.

Then repeated the same motions with the stuffed shells and spaghetti and meat sauce.

Keigo nodded his head and admitted with no shame and cockiness, "Oh, I'd win hands down." Picking up the wine glass and raising it, "Thank you for the food, Y/n."

"Oh, I'd believe it." You replied, sitting down and raising our own to lightly clink the glasses together before slipping generously. The red wine was smooth with a hint of bitterness that complemented the acidity of the sauces from the pasta dishes which you loved. You hummed and licked your lips, meeting Keigo's own starstruck stare as his eyes grew heavy-lidded, then shook himself.

"Let's eat." Keigo chuckled, grabbed his fork, and dug in.

You two ate and made small talk. Little by little the food was disappearing as Keigo helped himself to seconds before stopping himself, growing embarrassed to have eaten so much, and then asked about dessert. He couldn't help it. Your cooking was too damn good. It would be rude not to overstuff himself.

After eating a big slice of your cinnamon roll cake while you made yourself some coffee to go with your own slice of cinnamony goodness. Keigo insisted on helping you put up the leftovers and stubbornly offering to wash all of the dishes you two finally walked into the living room.

Keigo took your hand in his, leaned down and kissed the back of it, all while peaking into your curious gaze. "Care to dance, my songbird?"

"I'd love to, Keigo." You smile warmly, watching as he straightens, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, flush against his chest, and linking your fingers together. You slid your free hand up his arm, across his toned chest underneath his shirt, then slowly and teasing, wrapping your delicate hand around his neck. You couldn't help it. The tempting thoughts as you caressed the hair on the nape. "Show me whatcha got." You whispered in his ear, red-painted lips curving as the man against you shuddered and bit back a groan.

"You aren't playin' fair." Keigo's voice dropped an octave, growing husky. His honey-colored swirls of amber gems grew heavy-lidded and darkened. "How villainous of you, my pretty temptress."

You allowed him to lead, twirling and spinning you around the room, dipping and lifting you as if you were weightless, light as a feather. Dancing to the speed-up rhythm of your hearts, allowing your internal passion and chemistry to speak louder than words.

His expression softening, his gaze never left your own, nor you his.

You were even more tempted to see what would happen if you wrapped your leg around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. What's stopping you? Here you are on a date with Japan's number Three Hero and you were getting cold feet?

Why wouldn't you be nervous? He could have anyone he wanted and here he was: eating your cooking which he'd loved, stuffing his face with the cake he had eaten hundreds of times; dancing with you, watching you so intently, reacting in genuine earnest to your touch, hanging on every word and breath.

Keigo couldn't seem to get enough of you.

It still felt dreamlike.

Too good to be true.

Somehow this nosy, feathered, and persistent feathered angel had stolen your heart and wasn't planning on giving it back anytime soon.

With one final dip, you two clung to each other, lightly panting as his wings, wrapped around you, hiding you and shielding you from the outside world in a blanket of red feathers before unfurrowing them.

"You were saying, sweetness?" Keigo purred, rubbing his nose against your own. The bird was downplaying his cockiness and smugness as best as he could, except his huge grin widened.

"Hot damn, red." You hummed, trying to catch your breath as your cheeks felt flustered. "You are no Don Juan, but it's a start. Congratulations." You couldn't stop the giggle from falling from your lips as you pulled away, which he let you to go pour the two of you some water.

Keigo leaned against the island, looking into the kitchen, pouring his glass of the cool and refreshing liquid first, then your own glass before nearly downing it. His golden orbs focusing on the droplets falling down you chin, neck and down between the valley of your breasts and disappeared. He swallowed, feeling his adam's apple bob in his throat. Damn, you were even more seductive tonight. Or was it the wine talking? Both?

It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back from strutting over and kissing you with every fiber of his being, and yet, he stayed. He told himself that he wouldn't make a move until he had your permission first. Something about you made him crazy, needy and awaken some sort of territorial instincts, could it be a hidden part of his quirk?

If so, he was doomed.

Keigo came back to his senses when he heard you call his name, he blinked and then jumped, he hadn't realized you came back with a glass of water for him and slid to across the island towards him. He felt his face redden, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and laughing it off. "Whoops."

You furrowed your brows in concern. "Keigo... are you alright? You zoned out on me."

"Yeah, I'm okay... just..." Dammit, he couldn't lie to you. Never you. His shoulders sagged, wings dropping as he shyly admitted, "You are beautiful, songbird and I couldn't stop staring." He reached for the glass and drank, missing your shocked reaction.

You knew he was always blunt, confidant and easy going, but this was the first time you had seen him so shy. Dare you call it cute? Of course, it was.

"Thank you." you shook yourself and smiled, taking his free hand and leading him back outside onto the balcony as he left his glass behind. "C'mon. It's getting too stuffy in here. Some fresh air will do us some good."

Keigo nodded, following.

His heartbeat was still thudding hard and a mile a minute. You appeared so calm and composed, a true professional.

Hawks had years of perfecting his image and hero persona, his perfect smile and knew what to do in most situations, drilled into his head by the commission. And yet, here, right now with you... he was genuinely lost.

This was all new to him.

The fresh breeze hit him in the face, lightly ruffling your hair and his, wafting your familiar scent of milk and honey body wash he loved, and secretly used to smell like you at home. The splash on vanilla perfume coming from your throat, chest and wrists. It wasn't overpowering or overwhelming, instead, it made him want you more.

The need to kiss you as his hunger for you grew.

You stopped and turned around to face him, stopping him from opening his mouth.

Closing the distance between you two.

"If life was like a movie, our date wouldn't end without a kiss." You linked your arms around his neck, waiting for permission as you pressed your chest against his, red-painted lips hovering and ghosting over his. "Well? Aren't you gonna sweep me off my feet and kiss me like you mean it, red?"

Keigo felt his mouth quirk into a grin, bright and beaming. "Yes, ma'am." He laughs, picks you up, and swirls you around, resulting in you laughing along with him, then finally presses his mouth to yours in a heart-stopping and passionate kiss.

Keigo swears your kisses are addictive, making him feel intoxicated and light-headed, yet free.

He cups your face with his palm and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip with silent permission. You gave him access and he quickly intertwined his tongue with your own, groaning as you moaned.

He pulled away, panting and chuckling. "Did I pass the test, Y/n?" He murmurs, wiggling his brows. "Or does my little songbird need another sample?" Keigo couldn't help but slowly lick his body lip as he still tasted of cinnamon and coffee, he liked it.

He knew he'd now think of you anytime he saw cinnamon rolls and coffee.

You were dazed and trying to catch your breath, greedily sucking in air.

You shake yourself and give him a coy smile and tilt your head in though. "Hmmm, if you are offering," you shrug, "Then I'm game, Mister Hero."

"Don't mind, if I do, songbird." Keigo whispered, capturing your mouth again.

He didn't care if it rained, snowed, or if he got called into work.

He wasn't going to let you get away from him now.

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Fanfic inspired by "Waiting for Superman" by Daughtry

[lanormie]

blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 2)

what if? the event of Thanos snap happened in the BNHA universe? you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 previous part - next part

As soon as you step outside, it becomes very apparent why the entire agency was mobilized. Absolute carnage has descended everywhere you turn. Vehicles are piled up in clusters on the streets, there are screaming and honking and smashing from all around you.

You quickly realize you’re not alone in your fate as you witness dozens and dozens of people materialize from thin air, one after the other. Some are lucky enough to turn up on the sidewalk, while some get unceremoniously dropped off into oncoming traffic, barely having time to process anything before they mercifully get scooped up by some speedster hero.

And by the time you stop someone mere feet from smashing into the ground on their way down from the sky, your commute home is thwarted as your hero instinct kicks into gear. You re-materialized in the same space you had disappeared from, so it’s not hard to deduce that some might have been on a plane when they got zapped away.

You take to the sky and find yourself dotted among dozens of airborne heroes, all flying in frantic patterns as more and more people are dropping from the sky in frightening velocity. You push as high up as you can go without your oxygen gears and take full advantage of your quirk. Where your telekinesis quirk lacks in strength, it makes up for it in range. You’re able to grab people within a large radius and set them atop tall buildings nearby without having to move an inch. 

Though as proficient as your quirk is, you have never been trained to deal with such a bizarre scenario where it’s literally raining men. So when you’re busy holding up two people and two more suddenly appear right on top of you, your footing slips. While you’ve managed to bring the latter two into your hold, you’re losing altitude quick and struggling to brake. The building below is approaching at such a speed that would guarantee you more than a few broken bones, but grant you enough momentum to push back and cushion the touchdown for the four of them. 

You’re clenching your jaw and bracing for impact when something red zips past your face. Then all of a sudden the weight of all four people gets lifted off of you as they get sent to a soft landing nearby by the collar of their shirt.

Finally able to change course, you dash back upwards to catch up to your savior, his strawberry blond hair dances in the wind as he cheerily grins down at you.

“Heya kid! You were about to eat it there!” He chirps, his crimson wings filling back out as a few feathers rejoin their formation.

“Thanks, Hawks.” You offer him a small nod in gratitude, feeling utterly inadequate in front of the Number Two hero. Wait, is he still Number Two?  

“What a day to be off-duty huh?” He tilts his stubbly chin at your gym clothes and severe lack of flight gears. Rawdogging the clouds , as Denki once called it.

You shrug. “Apparently I’ve been off-duty for a very long time now.” 

Hawks freezes at the insinuation, just as another person (re)materializes in the distance behind him. Before you could move a muscle though, a feather jets out and swiftly escorts them to the nearest surface. Damn Hawks and his super hearing.

“So you all–” He points at you then to the person he just saved, gears visibly turning behind his golden eyes. Something snaps him out of it as he takes a sharp inhale. “Sorry, I– I have to make a call.”

“Wait, Hawks!” You yelped. Questions are clawing at your throat now, vying for solution. “Just a second please! Can you tell me what happened?”

“Oh, uh,” He stumbles for the right words. “This may sound crazy, but half of the entire universe disappeared a while ago ‘cause of a villain named Thanos. He’s uh, he’s an alien– It’s a long story.”

Half of the universe . An alien . Neither concept is registering to you at any meaningful speed.

So you focus on the thing that’s been bothering you the most.

“How long has it been?”

“The five year memorial was a few weeks ago.” 

Hawks watches as his reply sends you into a stupor. The avian hero’s only ever known you in passing, a friend of a friend of a friend, and in this moment, he wants to help, to say something. But there’s no protocol for this, no guidelines on how to proceed when these things happen. It’s all uncharted territory.

So he sticks around, making quiet phone calls to his staff, urging them to check the Lawson near the agency where Touya had headed to before his disappearance, while keeping an eye and ear out to make sure no one meets concrete at lightning speed, including you. 

And you, despite still absentmindedly handling the wave of people blipping into existence, is struggling to quantify how long five years are.

Five years ago you were leaving Musutafu for another city and started high school in Ketsubutsu. That alone feels like a lifetime ago. So much has changed during those years and it terrifies you how vastly different things could be now. After all, your boyfriend– as if he’s your boyfriend anymore, seemed to have moved on already.

No , file that thought away for god’s sake, people are literally falling from the sky and you can’t afford to let any of them slip through your fingers.

Cause maybe, just maybe, their loved ones haven’t abandoned them yet.

.

The resurgence didn’t last much longer than twenty minutes, but the chaos persists as you part ways with Hawks and head for the ground. Weaving your way through the clashing waves of people running and yelling into their phones, one step in front of another, you resort to muscle memory to take you towards your apartment, the calamity before your eyes doing absolutely nothing to help guide you there.

The street names are the same, but you don't recognize the shops. The paint and decors are all wrong . Even the trees are different. Even the–

Even the name of your apartment building is different.

A foreboding feeling looms over your head as you plug the front entrance code into the little key pad attached to the door handle. 0425.

It flashes red.

You try again. 0. 4. 2. 5.

It flashes red once more, this time with a warning beep.

The panic you’ve been repressing starts to unravel. It seeps into your blood, hitching a ride to every part of your body till it’s oversaturated, driving you to start banging on the door like a madwoman.

Thankfully, it’s a familiar face who answers it.

“Mrs. Hatanaka!” You almost cheer at the sight of the elderly receptionist. 

“Heavens almighty,” She adjusts her glasses with shaky hands and looks you all over. “Oh it’s really you!” She gasps and pulls you into your third bone crushing hug of the day. You suspect there will be many more. “Where have you been, dear?”

“I honestly have no idea.” You speak into her graying hair, all too quietly. “Mrs. Hatanaka,” You stand back as she pulls away. “I left work in a hurry and forgot my keys, would you mind lending me the spare from maintenance?”

For a moment, she just stares at you.

“Sweetheart,” She finally manages. “Your apartment got repossessed years ago.”

Something shatters in your brain and your vision goes blurry. 

“The building was turned over to a new owner when the previous one went missing with everyone else.” She continues. “They terminated all the leases from the reported blipped folks, even though someone was trying to pay your rent for a while– oh dear, do you need to sit down?”

“What– oh.” Your eyes manage to refocus enough to spot all the floating potted plants and small items swirling in the air around you. “I’m sorry.” Reeling your quirk back with slight difficulty, you set everything back down just as a mop of red and white appears in your peripherals.

Shouto jogs over, disheveled and huffing for air. 

“Things got out of hand on 7th Ave so I got delayed.” He rests his palm on a nearby column, trying to catch his breath. “But I figured you’d be here.”

“Not for long.” You run your hands back and forth over your scalp to chase away the tingling numbness. “I don’t have a home anymore, Sho.”

“I see.” He nods, straightening up. “Neither do I.”

* * * * *

The Todoroki family home looks almost identical to the last time you set foot in here. The furniture have stayed in their exact same spots, down to the light blue shawl draped over the back of the couch. The tatami mat under your feet is cold to the touch, yet the familiarity and the memories of running up and down these halls offer so much warmth. You used to call this place your second home, having spent a whole lot of time here growing up, your cousin-turned-guardian being too swept up in work to really be present more than necessary.

You breathe in this moment of respite along with the toasty aroma of the genmaicha Auntie Rei has made for you and Shouto, and let your shoulders drop for the first time today. You pick up bits of and pieces of Shouto’s recount of running by his apartment and seeing an office building instead as he’s talking to his mom and sister, but you mostly stare at the steaming tea cup. Their reunion was a teary one, at least on Rei and Fuyumi’s end, so it doesn’t feel right to intrude no matter how much you still have trouble wrapping your head around all of this.

To you, no time has passed. You were just here yesterday . Not here in Shouto’s family home but here on this Earth. Then in a blink of an eye, you lost your boyfriend, your home, and five years of your life. Where do you even go from here? Do you just wake up and go to work tomorrow like normal? No, the agency is the last place you’d want to find yourself in right now. And do you even work there anymore? 

“Mom, Nats just heard from Touya!” Fuyumi exclaims from behind the kitchen counter, phone in hand. “He said Kei will try to drag him over tomorrow. Said Toto’s super confused and cranky at the moment.”

“That sounds like him.” Shouto deadpans, completely overlooking the fact that Rei’s tearing up again. 

“Yeah.” Fuyumi starts sniffling too. “Yeah it does.”

You stare harder into your tea. You’ve been in so much shock that you haven’t shed a single tear the whole day, but now you’re approaching the end of the rope and the sight of them crying might hurl you over that threshold.

As if sensing your distress, Shouto attempts to change the subject and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“By the way Mom, where’s Dad?”

Nice going Shouto, nobody gets emotional around here about good ol’ Endeavor.

“Enji’s been in a coma for a couple months now.”

Oh.

* * * * *

There is no footage from the battle at the Avengers Complex, so the news turns to cover the sacrifice and death of Iron Man instead. A purportedly quirkless hero, though it’s highly speculated that he has some sort of intelligence quirk, considering all of his astonishing achievements.

Apparently he’s had a hand in bringing everyone back today. You have mad respect for the man, yet in this moment you can’t find it in yourself to be grateful.

You try changing the channel, but it’s a constant repeat of his story and images of the chaos during the resurgence, so you turn off the TV and flop down.

Fuyumi’s pajamas, though extremely soft and comfy, feel super strange on your body. So does the futon you’re sprawling out on in a corner of the Todoroki’s guest room. Even the air you’re breathing in is heavy with something foreign. Everything feels…wrong. It’s like you’re not supposed to be here. Like you’re not supposed to exist .

A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts. 

Sliding the shoji screen door open, you are greeted with Shouto, in PJs that he’s clearly grown out of, and two steaming mugs of something that smells invitingly sweet.

“I promised you hot cocoa before we ‘died’.” The quotation is implied as best as it can in his even voice. He hands you your mug. “Caramel and a pinch of sea salt.”

Your favorite way of jazzing up a hot choc. “Thanks, Sho.”

You and Shouto sit quietly across from each other at the kotatsu, sipping your respective warm drink. It’s comfortable like this, his long legs tangling with yours under the blanket as you let each other arrive at the conversation at your own pace.

Sometimes, the conversation never comes at all.

“Sorry about Katsuki–”

“Sorry about your dad–”

Today, the conversation comes at the same time. 

You bust out a laugh, the taut string in the back of your head snapping. Shouto follows with his own chuckle, you both falling into a manic sort of hysterics from the sheer ridiculousness of your reality. This is it, the dam has broken, you can’t hold back anymore, and your laughter promptly turns into tears.

Before you know it, Shouto has left his side of the table to crawl over to you. He holds you over his right side, he always does when you cry, to cool your eyes down so they don’t swell and sooth your skin as it inevitably becomes raw with salty tears.

He lets your sobs even out to a steady sniffle before reaching for your mug with his left hand and gently heating it back up. 

“Your shirt’s wet.” You frown.

“I’ve got plenty more.” He gives you the mug. 

You sit back, holding your drink and knees to your chest. “What do we even do now?”

“Right now, you need to sleep.” He points at you with his spoon, then moves to aimlessly fish for tiny pieces of marshmallow in his mug. “As for tomorrow, I don’t know.” He sets the mug down, seeing that the marshmallows would just all fall apart. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Cause if today tells me anything, it’s that you can’t get rid of me .”

He finishes his sentence with a light boop on your nose, causing you to genuinely smile for the first time in what feels like five actual goddamned years .

You hold out your hand.

“Friends even in death?”

He grabs it and gives it a firm shake. “Even in death.”

[missvaseline]

Whenever you watch me: Chapter 5 (Griffith x Reader) 18+

When Griffith was a child, he found his very first member. They've grown together and she became the best swordsman he’s ever seen, a prodigy. But there is a difference between being a mercenary, and then being Griffith’s.

Rain fell in sheets, a relentless drumbeat on steel and mud. The swordsman’s fingers tightened on Viola’s reins as the supply carts groaned behind her, wheels sinking deeper into the mire with every labored rotation. It was taking longer to get to the backlines of the battle and she realized she’d been benched again.

It was a faux truth he had her follow while he knew full well by the time the end of the brigade reached battlegrounds, there would only be the aftermath of scattered bodies and smoke. Griffith’s orders rang in her skull like a taunt. As if she were some green recruit trembling at their first taste of blood. The wound at her side itched beneath her armor, an overzealous echo of his overprotectiveness. Griffith had told her to remain quiet about the prospect of Zodd waiting for them across enemy lines. At first, she believed it was because speculation brewed fear in the face of combat- a consequence that would be ultimately profligate. Though now, it appeared there was something more to conjecture than what was originally surmised.

Ahead, the distant clash of steel climaxed into a roar. They’re already engaged.

Her stomach dropped. Through the downpour, she could just make out the jagged silhouette of the fortress, a fang of black stone jutting from the mountainside. Lightning split the sky, illuminating figures swarming the battlements. Far too many for a routine skirmish.

“Move!” she barked at the cart drivers, heels digging into Viola’s flanks. The grey mare surged forward, leaving the sluggish convoy behind. Let Griffith rage later. Let him chain her to his tent. She’d carve her apology into the ribs of her enemies if it meant proving she wasn’t some fragile thing to be coddled.

Being under his orders, being under his watch, under his becking, under his call. Following that captain into what could’ve been her death felt like a gasp of fresh air because it was for her. It was for no one else, not for Griffith or the band. It wasn’t for some distant responsibility that felt that she should be doing it instead of wanting to. Battle grounds were already littered with the dead. The signs of life left were the band huddling at a choke point to a vault.

The captains were already missing as the band pushed themselves into the dungeon, their armor scraping at the jagged edges of the entrance trying to fit themselves in all at once. The roar that followed rattled their iron and will as they falter. The swordsman ignored heed.

Stench hit her first- coppery and thick, cut through with the acrid tang of charred flesh. The battlefield was a writhing mass of bodies, Hawks and enemy soldiers locked in a death dance. But at the center…

Gods.

A giant cleaved through the fray. Nine feet tall, maybe more, muscles coiled like serpents beneath scarred flesh. Not a man. Some horned thing. His eyes glowed hellfire-red through the storm, locked on a flash of silver hair.

Griffith.

Her blood turned to ice. The Falcon danced around Zodd’s strikes, his own blade a silver blur. Elegant. Precise. Each parry sent shockwaves up his arms, his boots skid stone. Guts was there, the Dragon Slayer hacking through the monster’s flank, but Zodd barely flinched. A backhand sent Guts sprawling, his armor screeching against the ground. Griffith skipped to Guts in a few strides, slinging a bloodied arm over his shoulder. A sudden swipe of Zodd's tail against Griffith's diaphram whipped him to a pillar that splintered under the impact.

The maiden’s sword left its sheath with a snarl. She drove herself into chaos ignoring the frustrated calls of the band, her pulse a war drum in her ears. Let the others gawk. Let them freeze. She’d seen demons before- in the ashes of her village, in the hollows of men’s eyes when they realized their throats were already slit.

The maiden ran towards Zodd, her sword swiping for the tendons in his hoof. Warm blood scattered itself over cold stone and he stumbled back, swiping at the dueler before she dodged from the lunge and darted again for him. Relentlessly, her sword went cuffing through the heavy fur coat and flesh of the beast before his hand wrapped around the blade and flung it into the nethers of darkness. Sharp pain rattled her wrists as it snagged from the grip on the handle making her teeth grit. Claws wrapped around her damaged waist and threw her, sending her sword clattering. Like a feline, she flipped onto her feet, soles skidding on cracked ground. Biting on her side, be damned.

She was some butterfly with a sword, her body skidding on the ground to miss claws swiping at a pillar, the roof breaking above with a layer of dust and debris. Griffith’s teeth bared as he glared at her through silver tresses messily splayed over his face.

“Looks like you’re a big, slow bastard, aren’t you?” She teased, flagging for Zodd’s attention with the use of her words. Cobblestone lifted into brittle crumbs as a hoof slammed into the ground, tripping her while she was beelining for her sword. She quickly slipped back onto her feet before a shadow drowned her.

“And you are a pathetic flea with teeth.” He sneered, breaths audibly sprouting from his snout.

The sword maiden smirked, feeling cozy with jeopardy before Griffith wrenched her by her armor with such strength, she yelped when she landed beside him. He silently held onto her; his eyes wide in some catatonic stare. Face wild with irritation while he held his abdomen that hid a broken rib. Though she didn’t care how livid he was. She kept her knuckles tight around her hilt, pinning a vision on Zodd’s taurus figure with a side glance. She kept herself as a shield in front of Griffith. Ready for what was to come. Staring death in the face only for that very monster to freeze in its resolve.

“You…” The apostle’s voice trembled. His eyes narrow at some point behind her, where Griffith had struggled to stand. “A cub… carry the egg of the king?”

Griffith’s face betrayed nothing. The Behelit’s eye stared, unblinking.

“Mark my words,” Zodd rose, his gaze lingering on the crimson orb. “Your path is drenched in blood. The sacrifices will be many…” With a roar that shook the mountains, he leapt- not at Griffith, but into the storm. Wings of sinew and shadow erupted from his back, carrying him skyward until he vanished in the rolling clouds.

Silence.

Griffith loosened his hold over the swordswoman’s wrist. Then, men stumbled back, crossing themselves, vomiting into bloodied, pebbled cobblestone. Casca stood rigid, her sword dangling from limp fingers before she quickly sprinted to Griffith only for his risen hand to stop her. Even Guts looked shaken, his knuckles white around the Dragon Slayer’s hilt.

Only Griffith remained untouched by the panic, some faint wash of irritation instead. His thumb stroked the Behelit once, thoughtful, before tucking it back beneath his armor. When his eyes found the swordswoman’s, they were winter lakes- beautiful, impenetrable, and fathoms deep.

“What was that?” The swordswoman breathed.

He ignored her question, pulling her by her gauntlet but grimaced at the pain shooting over his rib and leg. The bite to his words died down in favor of trying to reel himself from the shooting at his ribs. Her balance faltered trying to steady his weight.

“Hey,” She murmured bracing herself to take more of his weight while her arm braced behind him,”don’t go ignoring me now” The pain made him too exhausted to argue, leaning against her more in some retaliation but she scoffed at it. “You can bicker at me after you’re huddled in one of infirmary tents, hm?” A smile at him and he reluctantly looked at her before sighing. She took him to the very supply carts she guarded for him. Ironic really.

The cart’s wooden slats groaned under Griffith’s weight as swordswoman heaved him onto stained burlap sacks. Rainwater pooled in the hollow of his collarbone, catching the fractured light of torches as surviving Hawks staggered past. Casca’s voice cut through the din- “Medic! The captain’s bleeding through his gambeson!” -but Griffith’s gaze remained fixed on the swordswoman. His fingers brushed the Behelit beneath his armor, its surface fever warm.

“You court death like a lover,” he said, voice stripped of its usual silk. Blood speckled his lips.

The swordsman tore a strip from her cloak, pressing it to the gash on his ribs. The fabric bloomed crimson in mirror to her own when he tended to her.

“You lecture like a nun.” Her grin faltered at a guttural voice behind her. Guts limped into view with a spare clutch from the supply carts, his face a mosaic of bruises. She turned to give a sympathetic smile seeing the dented armor over his chest.

“How are you holding up?” She asked, her fingers trembling with careful resolve not to press into broken bones.

“I’m alive.” He muttered, “You did good, better insults would’ve made it great.”

The swordswoman scoffed, pulling back. “And when exactly have I heard you make a better bark in battle? You were always a better bite.”

“I survived off bite alone, you survive off of both.” He gruffed with a tilted smile.

“and being stubborn.” Griffith added.

Ah, yes- don’t forget being stubborn.

“Stubbornness keeps blades sharp,” The swordswoman shot back at Griffith, though her hands gentled as she peeled Griffith’s gambeson from the wound. Muscle and bone glistened beneath torchlight. Three ribs fractured, the skin above purpling like rotten fruit.

Guts snorted, leaning against the cart’s splintered edge. “Sharp blades snap fastest.”

“Yet here we stand.” Her retort died as Griffith’s hand closed over hers, halting the pressure on his ribs. His touch burned… always did, even through gloves gone stiff with dried blood.

“Enough,” Griffith murmured. Not to her. To himself.

A whimpering man hoisted over mercenary shoulders was lunged onto the cart, arrows stuck out of him like a wooden target. The maiden shifted her weight giving space to the writhing man, brushing against the falcon captain without realizing. Griffith’s gasp lodged in the swordsman throat like a blade. She braced him instinctively, her free arm circling his waist. For a heartbeat, his forehead pressed to her temple, silver strands mingling with hers. The scent of him drowned the stench of death.

Then he stiffened and snapped to lean on the wooden plank on the cart.

“Casca.” Griffith’s voice cracked, “Status report.”

The lieutenant froze after yelling orders to hall more bandages from the supply cart, sharp tips of her short hair sprouted bulbs of rainwater. “Seventy dead. Twice that wounded.” She placed a crate down next to the maiden, her gaze resting over her and Griffith under a hidden expression.

“I see.” Griffith murmured to himself.

“Majority of it was from Zodd.” Guts replied, his dark gaze at a distant point over the marked battlefield.

Casca nodded, then another group of men barraged her with boxes of supplies for the injured. The sword maiden watched as she directed them to the wounded strewn over a ditch. Griffith recovered from the fleeting touch he had with the swordswoman. Shoulders squaring, chin lifting, the mask of the Falcon slotting into place. Only his fingers betrayed him, tracing the Behelit’s grooves in a rhythm too frantic for calculation.

And you court kingdoms like a penitent, she thought , kneeling at ambition’s altar.

Guts limped after Casca, following the commotion by its coattails. Alone now, but for rain casting the band’s cries in a veil of pelting. Griffith’s gaze flickered to her.

“You shouldn’t have followed.” He murmured.

“You shouldn’t have fallen.” She retorted.

Thunder growled between them. His glove brushed her bandaged side, feather-light. “Does it pain you?”

“Only when you’re-”

Near.

“-being insufferable.” She continued.

His thumb grazed the linen, tracing the wound beneath. A general’s touch assessing troop readiness. A touch remembering shared bedrolls and stolen apples when they were both young.

“Zodd’s words…” the swordswoman hesitated, watching the Behelit drink the storm’s light. “Sacrifices. What did he mean?”

Griffith’s face closed like a gate.

“Poetry for madmen.”

Liar.

But his hand lingered on her bandage, and for once, she let the lie stand. Too confused to go after it, his touch meddling with her logic. She stirred away from his touch when it drilled itself far enough to have her only thoughts be about his fingers tracing over her side.

Three days thawed by. There was a celebration for them when they headed back to Midland, the king allowed them to stay nearby after their victory. It was a noble lodge that seemed like a few paces from Windham. Casca was brooding for the last three days after the battle about Guts throwing himself out to Zodd. The swordswoman instead saw something different under the veneer of time.

The night of celebration occurred outside. Midland’s festival lanterns bobbed like drunken fireflies above the marketplace, their golden light smearing the cobblestones where ale pooled between cracks. The Band of the Hawk sprawled across merchant stalls repurposed as banquet tables, their laughter sharpened by relief. Judeau juggled stolen apples for a cluster of giggling laundresses. Pippin sat statue-still as children clambered over his shoulders to snatch ribbons strung from the gallows. Even Casca had shed her armor, her rare smile glinting as she traded war stories with knights whose gazes lingered too long.

The swordsman leaned against a splintered pillory, watching.

And Griffith stood at the heart of it all, of course.

The moonlight caught the argent threads embroidering his borrowed doublet- Midland’s colors, not the Hawk’s. Princess Charlotte’s gloved hand rested on his forearm, her laughter trilling like a songbird’s as he bent to murmur in her ear. The crutch propped under his other arm and a bruised cheek from Julius’ fist should’ve made him look diminished. Instead, it lent him the air of a wounded prince from ballads, noble even in ruin.

He met her three hours ago, the swordwoman thought, crunching a honeyed almond between her teeth. Three hours, and already she’s blushing.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” Guts huffed beside her reeking of black powder and resentment. His own crutch bore toothmarks.

“The way they’re all fawning?” She nodded to where Rickert tripped over himself refilling Griffith’s wine. “Or the fact we’re celebrating in a graveyard?”

“The way you’re pretending not to watch.” Fireworks exploded overhead, painting Guts’ scars violet and gold. The swordswoman studied the princess instead-the way Charlotte’s pearl-stitched hood slipped to reveal brunette hair, how her doe eyes widened at Griffith’s every word. A perfect porcelain doll.

“He needs her,” The swordswoman said flatly.

“He needs a crown.” Another burst of fireworks and this time, Griffith glanced up- not at the sky, but at the swordswoman. His eyes held hers as he raised Charlotte’s hand to his lips. The almond snapped between the swordswoman’s molars.

Guts snorted, “Casca used to look at me like that when Griffith and I would train.”

“Like what?”

“Like she wanted to carve my lungs out through my ribs.” He jabbed his crutch at Charlotte. “We both got punched today. Looking at you made me realize why."

It came out like a rant from him than intended. For a heartbeat, the swordswoman let herself imagine crossing the square- spinning under paper lanterns until the world blurred. Until her problems melted under celebration.

“Why are you here, Guts? Shouldn’t you be brooding by the ale casks?”

“Waiting for him to stop playing dress-up.” As if summoned, Griffith disentangled himself from Charlotte with a courtier’s grace. The swordswoman tracked his progress- the subtle hitch in his step, the way his free hand brushed sword pommels as passing soldiers bowed.

“You could leave,” Guts said suddenly.

“What?”

“The band. The wars. All of it. You look like you want to.” His jaw worked.

She laughed, “And do what? Take up embroidery?”

“Live.”

The word hung between them, fragile as a soap bubble. Her fingers found the scar beneath her tunic-raised flesh mirroring Griffith’s wound. I need you alive, he’d said in the cart. Not I need you. Never that.

A drunk stumbled into their shadows, vomiting saffron stew. When the swordsman looked away from him, Griffith was gone.

“Aren’t I already?” She murmured as her eyes flicked around for Griffith only to give up when Guts lingered his observation too long.

“No- You act like you’re being held back.” He said bluntly and it was enough to hold her breath.

Thoughts churned while she processed his words. Why? This was the spearhead of living, wasn’t it? She’s been stifled by Griffith but that never stopped her. There were curfews she fought against, orders that she stomped on. Her frustration spiked at a raw feeling that felt too close to comfort.

“When did you become so insightful? Thought you were always some dumb brute and here you are..?” The swordswoman scoffed.

“I'm looking at something for what it is.”

“Right, like you aren’t blind?” She retorted.

“About what?” He grumbled with irritation.

“About the shit that’s in front of you.” She said. He looked at her for sometime before turning his gaze away to contemplate. After a time of silence, the swordswoman gave up the conversation- turning to walk away.

The swordswoman retreated to her inn early. The inn’s wooden stairs creaked under the swordswoman’s boots as she climbed to her room, the raucous laughter from the celebration below fading with each step. Her chamber was sparse-a narrow bed, a warped desk, a single candle flickering in a tin dish. Moonlight spilled through a cracked shutter, painting silver stripes over the floorboards. She unbuckled her sword, letting it clatter onto the bed, and slumped into the chair by the desk. The scar at her side ached, a dull throb that mirrored the restless churn in her chest.

Three hours, she thought bitterly. Three hours with that simpering princess.

It was enough to make her toil through the night unable to find any sleep. The solace of the room being a rumination pit more than anything. Her throat grew pained and dry at the thought of it. Seeing this happening more than once, and not just that- but for years.

A knock pushed her from her thoughts. She stilled. Those were too soft for Guts, too deliberate for Judeau.

“It’s open,” she answered, her voice stripped of warmth.

The door creaked open, and there he stood- Griffith, haloed by the dim corridor light. He’d discarded his Midland doublet, his linen shirt undone at the throat, sleeves pushed carelessly above lean forearms. Pearly hair, unbound. The flickering candlelight carved shadows into the bruise mottling his jawline, violets and blues blooming beneath pale skin. A crutch leaned against his side.

“You should be in bed,” she said, ignoring the twinge in her chest.

“And you should be drinking with the others.” His tone was light, but his gaze lingered on the dagger sheathed at her hip. The door clicked shut, sealing them in silence.

“Yet here we are,” she replied, matching his calm.

“Here we are.” His smile was a ghost, fleeting as the candle’s shuddering flame. He stepped forward, the crutch thudding dully against the floorboards. Each labored breath, each hitch in his stride, pricked at her resolve. Her hands tensed- foolish impulse, before she forced them still, nails biting into her palms.

“What do you want, Griffith?”

“Conversation.”

The chair scraped backward as he dragged it closer, the sound grating like a blade unsheathed. She didn’t blink, didn’t shift, though her fingers drifted to the dagger’s hilt. The candlelight pooled in the hollow of his throat, his shirt gaping to reveal collarbones angled enough to draw blood. His hair, always so meticulously tied back these days, fell loose- a cascade of mercury, unbound and unguarded.

He studied her, the silence thickening. Then, softer: “You used to braid it for me.”

A strand of silver slid through his fingers, deliberate, a provocation dressed in nostalgia. Her breath caught. Eleven years old, his small frame trembling after the ambush. Her hands, stained with dirt and ash, weaving his hair into a shaky plait as he whispered, “Don’t tell the others.”

“We’re not children anymore,” she said, ice coating the words.

“No.” His gaze held hers. “But it still comforts me.”

The festival’s distant laughter seeped through the floorboards, discordant against the tension thickening the air.

“Ask Charlotte, then.” The words tasted bitter, and an annoyed snort escaped her before she could stifle it.

Griffith’s brow arched, molten mercury in the candlelight. His smile sharpened, wolfish.  “Jealous, are you?”

Annihilation licked up her spine. She dragged her tongue across her teeth, jaw clenched tight enough to splinter bone. “No,” she lied. “I’m tired.”

“Any other night and you would be dancing with your sword, especially after a victory. After you protected me.” Jaw tremored while she held her glare. He was going to do this until she rattles in herself, desperately holding on not to claw at him.

“Sit,” she muttered, nodding to the desk chair. “Before you collapse and blame me for it.”

He obeyed, lowering himself into the seat with a grace that belied his injuries. She looked at herself stood behind him, her reflection flickering in the warped mirror propped on the desk. His hair spilled over the back of the chair like molten silver, the ends brushing her wrists as she gathered it into sections.

“You’ve gotten better at this,” he murmured as her fingers began their work. “At what? Braiding? Playing nursemaid?”

“At hiding what you want.”

Hands stilled in silver tresses while her eyes narrow, “and what is it you think I want?”

A head tilt and it was just enough for his temple to graze her forearm.

“To be seen.”

The air fell over her like a blanket. Why was he here, why was he persistent in fucking with her now? His eyes held a strange promise in his glare while his lips whispered in the ear of the princess earlier. And it salted the wound on her side.

“This is the last braid and then I’m done.” She said, ignoring his statement entirely. A hum and he tilted his head again showing the pale nape that peeked between curtained silver tresses.

The laughter that trickled in the inn like rain stopped and she became too aware of the silence.

“You know, this pleases me.”  Griffith said like velvet. “hmm… Do you like pleasing me..?” 

Fingers stiffened while her mind went over his words over again. She hung over the question. Do you like pleasing me? It wasn't an inquiry she could readily parse, not when her fingers were tangled in the silver silk of his hair, not when his warmth was beneath her palms. Pleasing Griffith… it was a concept woven into the very fabric of her being. From childhood spars to battlefield strategies, her actions had always, in some way, been towards him. But liking it?

The braid in her palm lost its tension. He subtly shifted his posture, a stillness that suggested he was waiting for her answer. The silence stretched for so long she wondered if she was doomed by it. The only solace was punctuated by the soft crackle of the candle flame and the distant, muffled music from the marketplace.

“What kind of question is that, Griffith?” Her voice a low rasp that barely disturbed the quiet. She resumed braiding, her movements now more deliberate, almost mechanical. It was easier to focus on the physical task than to unravel the knot of implications in his words.

“A simple one,” he replied in some hypnotic flavor.

“Well, don’t ask me it.” She rustled.

“Why?”

his coquettish attitude nearly sent her into a spiral. Fingers trembled in his hair as she focused on tethering the last weave.

“You know why, don’t act coy with me.” The swordswoman abruptly parted away from him by the time her hands left him. “I’m done, I suggest you go back.”

Griffith remained seated, his back to her, a statue carved from the tension in the air, the very one that was mauling her now. The finished braid lay against his spine, a silver river against pale linen. The silence stretched with unspoken things.

"Go back?" he finally questioned. "Go back to what, exactly? To the charade? To the princess with her hopeful eyes and her father's weighty expectations?"

He turned then, slowly, deliberately. The candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, the bruised cheek, the unsettling intensity of his gaze. It was the look he wore on the battlefield, the one that could freeze a charging enemy in their tracks. Except now, it was directed at her. Pinning her like a butterfly taxidermy.

"You think I enjoy that, don't you?" he asked, the question not a question at all. "The fawning, the… performance. You think I relish playing the role of the charming knight to become prince, the savior of Midland?"

The swordswoman crossed her arms, her stance defensive. "It's what you want, isn't it? Why do it if you don’t enjoy it?” She scoffed.

"It's what I need," Griffith corrected. “A kingdom isn't won with smiles and stolen kisses. There is sacrifice- sometimes.." he paused, hairs on her arm prickling to his words, "the sacrifice is… comfort."

The blanket of strain over her became heavy and suffocating. Comfort. The very thing she'd denied him, denied herself, for years. The shared warmth of a winter tent, the whispered stories in the dark, the easy camaraderie that had tattered into this… this vigorous, unspoken battle.

"So, what?" she challenged, her voice tight. "You're sacrificing my comfort now? Is that it? Benching me, coddling me, doing this?”

Griffith rose from the chair, pulling himself onto his crutch. The movement slow like a predator uncoiling. He closed the distance between them, the warm glow flickering over his features, making him seem so exquisite that it ached her to look. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the lingering scent of something indefinably him. Candlelight danced in his eyes, turning them into molten pools of sapphire.

"Your comfort?"  his voice edged with something that made her skin prickle. "No, I'm sacrificing mine."

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the confusion swirling within her.

"What... what does that even mean?" she stammered, the defiance in her voice wavering. There was slivers of vulnerability exposed from him and it mirrored the turmoil she felt inside. It was a look she hadn't seen since they were children, huddled together against the cold and the darkness, sharing stories and dreams.

"It means, that every calculated smile, every strategic touch, every moment spent playing the courtier... it's a blade twisting in my gut."

Lips parted to say anything that would put distance between them, shaken when the tips of his fingers slip against her cheek. Stop, stop this. Her jaw snapped away from his touch and his brow furrowed as if burned. He lowered his hand granting her some reprieve.

“You’re still scared of me after the field...” It was a matter of fact that slipped from his lips, gaze casted down in a thoughtful gesture before he sighed.

There was nothing to say. Anything would be a lie. The sound of his crutch raddled against floorboards as his shoulders brushed hers.

“The band is sparring tomorrow; I look forward to you fighting even while your side aches.”

He said behind her. Instead, she focused on flames dancing on a wick while the door whined open and then clicked shut.

[nykie-love-anime]

June Fluffy Prompts

This is my 30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 1 ~ Coffee Shop Au Aizawa x Female!Reader

Day 2 ~ First Meeting Fanboy x Mitchell!Reader

Day 3 ~ College Au Bakugou x Female!Reader

Day 4 ~ Sharing A Bed Bob x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 5 ~ Celebration Cyclone x Mitchell!Reader

Day 6 ~ Adopting A Pet Steve x Female!Reader

Day 7 ~ Gardening Shigaraki x Female!Reader

Day 8 ~ Stuck Together Dabi x Female!Reader

Day 9 ~ Kisses Hawks x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 10 ~ Promises Aizawa x Female!Reader

Day 11 ~ Clothes Part 1 Various Rick & Morty Characters x Reader

Day 12 ~ Clothes Part 2 Jake x Female!Reader Bradley x Female!Reader

Day 13 ~ Dancing Izuku x Wife!Reader

Day 14 ~ Gifting Something Cute / Dumb Kirishima x Female!Reader

Day 15 ~ “You Play The Piano So Well.” Bradley x Female!Reader

Day 16 ~ “I’ll Keep You Safe I Promise.” Bradley x Daughter!Reader

Day 17 ~ Breakfast In Bed Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Day 18 ~ Road Trip Karasuno x Male!Reader Headcanons

Day 19 ~ Attention Phoenix x Female!Reader

Day 20 ~ “Just Pretend To Be My Date.” Kuroo x Female!Reader

Day 21 ~ Caught In The Rain Daichi x Female!Reader Headcanons

Day 22 ~ “Your Hair Is So Soft.” Kenma x Male!Reader Headcanons

Day 23 ~ Flowers Pete x Daughter!Reader

Day 24 ~ Sharing Blankets BakuDeku x Bakugou!Female!Reader

Day 25 ~ Reading In Bed Iceman x Male!Reader

Day 26 ~ Love Notes Hizashi x Female!Reader

Day 27 ~ Reunion Jake x Female!Reader

Day 28 ~ Pet Names Texting SMAU

Haikyuu My Hero Academia

Day 29 ~ Late Night Date Javy x Female!Reader

Day 30 ~ Desserts Shinsou x Gn!Reader

So my last post for June Fluffy Prompts was just posted. I cannot believe a month went by that quickly. I would just like to thank everyone who read my fics. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments I really, really appreciate every one of you guys.

[gatoru]

la santa || hawks x reader

summary: hawks has complicated feelings when it comes to you. the fact you're just like him, and nothing like him at all, doesn't seem to help. (cw: afab!reader, reader has wings, small age gap, reader is in college, hawks in his late 20s, smut, 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, wing play, squirting, hawks calls reader kid like twice.)

wc: 2K

tags: @jctaro @kicamiju

a/n: i had latina reader in mind when writing this. hawks loves us sorry i don't make the rules.

Keigo knows the way to your apartment like the back of his hand. 

For some unknown reason, you always end up finding each other – or, he finds himself knocking on your window far too often.

It’s raining outside. Not the soft kind of pouring, the one that collides gently against your windows. No, this feels like a storm – as if it’s a warning, as if God himself is mad at you. The power might run out at any moment, so you prepare yourself by placing a few candles throughout your apartment. It paints your tiny home in an orange light, contrasting with the current chill weather.  

Walking towards the kitchen, you come across a pair of crimson wings outside your balcony. Instantly, you open the glass doors – as if it’s rehearsed, like you’ve done many times before. 

See, you and Hawks have this routine, this dance that only you know the rhythm of. You can’t exactly recall when it started  – it’s funny how you can’t remember what your life used to look like before a certain winged hero accidentally came crashing through one of your windows during a fight. 

This time, there’s a bruise on his left eyebrow, although it doesn’t look fresh. He’s not looking for your help, that much you figure. 

Hawks silently thanks you for not making a comment about how his wings will get your floor wet, or how they might ruin your sofa’s cushion. Your home feels like his sanctuary – perhaps that’s why he always ends up here. 

You notice his hair looks shorter now, with a few strands falling just above his piercing hazel eyes. He’s changed since the last time you saw each other, and you fail to ignore the ache in your heart – it’s been, what, a couple of months?

“You could always use the door, you know?” You suggest, breaking the silence. He notices your hair is wet too, you might have just come out of the shower.

He smirks, lips curling upwards. He eyes you for a moment, watching your wings glow under the warm orange light that illuminates your apartment. 

Truth be told, your wings were the first thing Hawks noticed about you. Yours are so different from his: soft, delicate – the glowy bluish green makes it look like you’re some sort of faire. Later, he’d learn about your quirk, some sort of butterfly mutation. He notices how you cut holes in the oversized shirt you’re wearing, so your wings could comfortably go through them. 

“Now, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” His dry laugh holds no humor at all. 

You simply smile in return, the need to know why he’s standing in your living room dying behind your teeth. His eyes haven’t left your form since he entered your space. 

“Are you hurt?” You ask instead, hopefully subtly enough. 

He thinks for a moment, considering where he wants this night to go. It doesn’t matter, however, it always ends up in the same way. 

“Nah.” He answers, surprisingly telling the truth. 

Despite the kind words and gestures, the both of you have a dynamic that seems like a sword fight. Blades out, quietly waiting for the other to make the first attack. The violence never seems to come, however. 

“I’m on sabbatical.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he looks at your coffee table, with textbooks splattered on top of it – your laptop is closed, but you haven't turned it off yet. Perhaps he interrupted your study session. “Forced sabbatical.”

“Ah” 

“Yeah.” He continues, wings trembling a bit – probably from the cold water drops. “Still trying to figure out what to do with my free time.”

You let out a chuckle. It’s almost comical, really, this game of cat and mouse. 

“And you end up here?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Hawks, I’m honored you’re looking for entertainment and found me, but it’s a weeknight. I have class tomorrow.”

You move towards the balcony’s glass door, and he notices how your bare legs look in the moonlight. A strong arm finds its way wrapped around your stomach, pulling your wings flush against his toned chest.

“I know.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine, which makes Hawks smile to himself, at the effect he has on you. “Are you willing to skip class and let me spend the night here?”

You don’t answer, but it’s not like you have to. As soon as you turn around, your lips collide against his. 

-

The power has run out, but it doesn’t stop the winged number two hero from bending you over the couch. 

He’s already left a handful of love bites against your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses towards your pantyline. His sharp pearly whites graze against your soft skin, gently. It makes you gasp in anticipation, panties getting wetter by the minute. 

Hawks knows your body – knows it better than he knows himself, which might not be saying much. Strong, calloused hands remove the delicate material of your underwear, freeing your body, finally. He discards it near where your shirt lays on the ground. 

The fact you’re completely bare and at his mercy doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s still dressed, fully covered. His fingers explore the tip of your wings, which makes you moan – they’re sensitive, and he knows it too well. Perhaps that’s what makes this weird dynamic work so well: he understands you deeply, because you’re equals. 

You’re the same thing, in different shapes. 

“Y’like it when I play with your wings, huh?” He whispers, voice husky and dripping with lust. You simply moan, hips grinding against his crotch. A whine escapes your lips when his digits find their way towards the base of your wings. “I know baby, I know.”

It’s blissful, all of it. The lust dripping from his voice, his hazy eyes and needy touch. It feels like you’re the only people in the world right now: the city lights aren’t shining anymore, the storm is numbing and the bubble of warmth you’ve created for yourselves only grows bigger.

His lips don’t leave yours, his kiss is all teeth and tongue, all bite and no bark. Your hands grip on his honeyed locks, hard enough to earn a reaction from him – “ah, fuck” – but not hard enough to hurt him. 

He shifts, taking his shirt off. Your fingernails scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his soft skin. There’s a new scar near his collarbone, but you don’t ask – can’t bring yourself to do it. The light hair against his skin makes him look more real, more human than ever. 

Truth be told, Hawks is scared he might look so average you’ll end up losing interest in him. It still hasn’t happened, though. 

“Keigo…” You mewled against his lips, as his hips rut against yours. The friction of his soft sweatpants against your bare cunt makes you only want him more. The sound of his name sends a shiver down his wings. “Stop teasing.”

He laughs. An open mouthed, heartful laugh.

“Teasing? Sweetheart, I’ve barely even started.”

His fingers slowly – awfully slowly – explore your pussy, gently stroking your needy clit. Your hips move against his hand as if you’re some kind of bitch in heat. Well, perhaps you’re becoming one. 

Your hands move to his wings, fingertips traveling through red feathers. He chokes, letting out a strangled sound – it doesn’t distract him from fingering your pussy, though. Hawks’ fingers are rapid, experienced – he’s well aware boys your age wouldn’t dream of pleasuring you like this. 

He’s well aware he’s ruined other people for you. 

“Fuck, kid, straight for the wings huh?” 

The ridiculous nickname feels funny on his tongue, heavy with the need to call you something more than that. He wants to call you baby, his lover, his bitch–

“Two can play this game.” You tease, kissing his neck. You leave a mark, one that can be easily hidden but still a reminder of your sinful acts with him. 

At this point, you’re not quite sure where his body starts and yours ends. It’s too intimate, too passionate – it almost suffocates you. It feels like you’re drowning in him, losing yourself in his presence. It’s intoxicating, and you need more. 

Your hands slowly push his sweatpants down, along with his underwear, and he gets the message. Hawks frees his cock, letting it slap against his toned stomach. The tip is an angry red color, and his balls look heavy. 

Unconsciously, you wet your lips, salivating at the sight. You sit up, but he pushes you down, pinning you against the couch. 

“Not today, ‘kay?” He asks, and he smiles at the pout forming on your lips. “Just wanna feel your cunt, sweetheart.”

His tip bullies its way through your velvety walls, and you both sigh in relief. Despite his size and girth, the stretch doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Hawks, while playing and edging your pussy, got you ready to take him.

He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, and your ankle brushes against his wings. The crimson feathers look bigger now, more intimidating. they almost reach the ceiling, creating a perfect barrier between you and the world. 

Hawks inches into you fully, balls softly slapping against your ass. You whine as he sets a steady pace, eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure. His body almost goes numb from the feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping on him like your life depended on it. It almost sends him into sensory overload. 

“Who d’you belong to?” He asks, hips snapping against yours. His fingers are pressing harshly against your hips, dipping into the flesh. Hawks’ pupils look sharper and bigger, making his eyes look even more predatory. 

“You, fuck, y-you Keigo.” You breathe, soft doe eyes looking up at him like he’s the only thing you know. “Belong t’you.”

Despite the pretty tone in your voice, he doesn’t believe you for a second. He wants that to be a reality so bad, but he can’t bring himself to do it. There’s no way in hell an angel like you could belong to someone like him. 

You feel so full, so relaxed. There’s something unique about his touch, something so good about the way you become one. His cock reaches all the right places, the ones you can’t quite reach with your finger – or toys. 

Hawks’ body is warm, feverish. His palm finds your neck, slightly gripping it. He sighs, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips, feeling your breath become slower. Your head feels dizzy, as you get lost in the warm haze of his touch. 

“M-more” You manage to mumble, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Please.”

He continues moving against you, only this time it’s harder – faster, sloppier. Hawks brushes his lips against yours, eyes boring into yours. You hook your legs around his tiny waist, bringing him closer. 

“F-fuck, Jesus fucking Christ.” You’re both babbling nonsense, begging for each other's touch. “You still on birth control?”

You nod, unable to form a full sentence – or a simple yes. 

The Earth stutters on its axis as you cum, lightning traveling through your every vein, setting your nerves on fire. Your cunt grips harder on his cock, releasing your juices against his body.

“Ah, Keigo, please. Cum in me, cum f’me.” Your pleas feel like heaven on his ears, making Hawks shut his eyes and let himself release in you.

Everything becomes white noise as Hawks paints your insides white, strips of cum mixing with your juices. It’s messy, and so intimate. He lets his breathing come back to normal before leaving you empty, with a dirty slurp noise. 

Your eyes are closer, hair gluing against your sweaty forehead. He thinks you look like a painting, and he hopes he never forgets such an image. 

“Did so good f’me.” He mumbles, placing kisses on your cheek. You grin, hands cupping his cheeks. “Missed ya when I was away.”

“Did you now?”

“Yeah. ‘M not just saying that either.”

You smile, looking up at him with fucked out eyes.

“Good. Missed you too.”

He starts to get up, in order to clean the mess you made and take you to your bedroom. You stop him, delicate hands pulling on his strong arms. 

“Let’s stay like this for a while, please?”

Hawks considers for a few seconds, realizing there’s nothing on earth he could deny you.

“Sure, kid.”

[pherelesytsia]

Mr Loverman,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader

Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Warning: pure fluff with a hint of fear and fainting

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Thomas Shelby wasn’t a man of many words, was the calmness himself, but for the first time in his life, his mask of total calm fell. He ran, ignoring the eyes settling on him as he stormed like a wild man through the house, following his brother's shouts echoing loudly across the mansion. Not knowing which of them was calling for him, Thomas stormed down the stairs, took two at once, imagining the worst, seeing blood and smelling the unforgettable stench of gunpowder.

"It's Y/N, she passed out all of a sudden at her friend's house." escaped someone.

Thomas didn't know who was talking, passed the person as he walked fast to the door leading out of the house. It sounded like Arthur, but Thomas wasn't sure. A voice echoed again, wanting him to stop, but his ears were deaf to the pronounced words.

The stiff wind kissed his face but could not destroy his hair. Thomas had forgotten his coat, ignored the cold spring breeze as he found his way to the car parked in front of the house, deaf to the shouts of his brothers and drove away, saw them in the rear-view mirror storming after him with risen hands. A prayer escaped him. A cigarette rested loosely between his lips.

The town appeared out of nowhere. Ignoring the eyes falling on him as he chased the car through the deserted streets, Thomas drove on, knew where his girlfriend had gone, had escorted her himself to the door of the little building in the middle of the town. Abruptly, the vehicle stopped. The door fell loudly into the lock. A deep frown formed on his forehead. He did not close the garden door behind him, followed the path leading through the front yard, and took the three steps at once, hearing the vehicle halting behind his dark one. The door blew open.

"Where is she?" he screamed.

His booming voice pierced like hundreds of daggers through the calmness and searched for his girlfriend. Eyes searched like hawks searching fields and forests for prey. The colour slipped from his face, his heart ached, saw the woman he loved lying on the leather sofa wrapped in a blanket. Smoke rose from the cup on the small wooden table but did not warm the trembling woman, who had closed her eyes and appeared to be asleep.

Thomas passed the table, did not greet Y/N's friend when their eyes met, saw the fear spreading in her hazel eyes even if she had heard hundreds of stories about the Shelby, but couldn’t imagine that the man had a loving and gentle heart.

Abruptly Thomas stopped and turned, held out his hand and the woman in the long reddish dress. Questioning the woman wanted to take a step back in fear but then she understood what he was asking of her and handed him the wet, almost dripping cloth. With quickening steps, Thomas approached Y/N, lowered himself next to her on the sofa, and gently placed the cloth on her forehead, knew she would be upset if she would find out he had destroyed her curled hair with the wet fabric.

Soft words passed his lips, low enough to know no ears could hear them filled with love and adoration, words which belonged to the woman he loved more than his life. Lovingly, his thumb slid over the almost smooth skin, praying and hoping her eyes would open in a moment, couldn’t imagine his life without her, remembered the moment the paths crossed when rain danced down her skin. Tumult ruled outside the house.

"Tommy?" Y/N breathed sleepily. "What happened?" she continued, trying to understand what had happened.

Relieved, Thomas exhaled. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sun entering the house through the windows flanked by long curtains in deep tones.

"You should tell me, darling." escaped the Shelby in relief.

Confused, Y/N looked around, noticing the wetness destroying her hair, feeling her aching body as she tried to move.

"I don't know," "She called me, said you had suddenly fainted. You haven't eaten today," he said worriedly, making her laugh softly.

Y/N knew she could no longer keep the secret hidden from him, was shocked he hadn’t realised earlier. Glancing up, the young woman found the courage to face him, had never been fearful of him, always laughed when someone told her how much they feared the tall man, but she saw something else in his radiant eyes. His eyes radiated love, were holding the beauty of a day without a cloud. In his arms, she felt safe, knew she could trust him, trusted him with her life, would not even be afraid if he would raise his gun against her, knew he would never hurt her. Shyly, she put her hand on his, raising herself slowly from the sofa, and promptly Thomas helped her, putting his free hand on her back, pressing her tightly against his chest, letting her rest her still aching head on his shoulder. Faint words were holding short answers. They who stood a few steps away from the couple couldn’t understand them, looked down at Y/N, not seeing the dilated eyes of their brother who pushed his girlfriend tighter against his torso and listened to the whispered words escaping her almost stuttering, telling him not to fear about her well-being. The fear disappeared from her eyes, felt his arms enveloping her body entirely. He felt the fear vanish from her body wrapped in the dark blue dress as he whispered words into her ear.

"I'm taking you home. You need to rest." Thomas breathed.

Thomas rose from the sofa, keeping his hands on his girlfriend's arms. He wanted to ask her if she could stand but the question did not cross his lips, feeling his voice breaking as the first syllable escaped, knew she was well, had already expected the worst, blood and gore. His arms wrapped around her body, her feet no longer touched the wooden floor, and carried her away, away from the eyes, searching for answers. Y/N closed her eyes in pleasure, leaning her head against his chest and listening to the melody of his heart. Tommy ignored his brothers standing at the door, remained silent, said nothing addressed to the woman standing with a faint smile and shivering at the stairs leading to the first floor of the small and tranquil house. The fresh breeze of spring enveloped them. Fear no longer feasted on his heart.

A pleasant warmth enveloped Y/N. The wood crackled in the fireplace. The house was empty. Thomas had banned everyone from the rooms, had chased them away with harsh tones, wanted to be alone with her sleeping in the shared bed. Narrowing her eyes, a question nearly escaped her, but then she recognised the room she was in and stayed silent. Her gaze slid up to the man standing by the fireplace, warming himself by the rising flames in the howling wind. The moon travelled across the land. The light suspenders rested on the white button-down tucked into the dark trousers. Smoke escaped his lips. The cigarette lay between his index and middle finger. He took one last drag and tossed the butt into the growing flames, longing for the logs in the basket by his side.

"When were you going to tell me?" he wished to know, sensing Y/N had woken up, had heard the creaking of wood as she leaned against the head of the bed.

"I was going to tell you, Tommy, but I was afraid of what you would say," she whispered.

Silently he laughed and turned around, sure he had heard right.

"What did you think I was going to do? Throw you out of the house? That I don't want our child?" his voice broke.

He turned his back fully on the flames and gestured to her, who was about to rise from the bed, to lie back down, not to strain herself. Y/N listened, leaned back against the pillow, and lowered her hands to her stomach, feeling nothing, but certain a baby was growing under her touch.

His eyes were gentle, went ahead, and smiled. Tears took her vision, could not believe her eyes what they saw. Thomas went down to the ground, his knee touching the floor, and clutched the small box he had carried at his side for several months and opened it, allowing her eyes to settle on the ring. The stone in the middle shone brightly, reflecting the light of the lamp in the far corner of the room. Thomas was not a man of big words, but he knew exactly what he wanted to say, what needed to be said, what she needed to hear.

"Y/N, I know there are better occasions to ask you this question and I want you to know I am not asking this question because you are carrying our child. I love you. I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage three months ago but like you I haven't found the courage." he began.

The words were true, springing from the deepest depths of his heart.

"And so, I ask you Y/N, will you be my Y/N Shelby? My wife whom I will respect and honour until the end of our days." Thomas said in a confident tone.

Y/N eyes were veiled, looking down from her boyfriend of almost two years to the ring he held with his trembling fingers. The gem sparkled in the light.

"I can't imagine anything more beautiful Tommy," Y/N whispered in response.

His trembling fingers clutched the ring nestled in the white pillow and put it on her finger. It fitted perfectly. Unable to stop the tears from escaping his eyes he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand and, for the first time in his life, he was fulfilled with love, felt whole and home.

[saturnsorbits]

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➥ List Two...

Updated: 9/11/22.

Bakugo

➤ Retweet by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Spectrophilia by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Adoration by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Vindication by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Knockout by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ One of them will Destroy the Other (ft. Dabi) by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Dirty by @/kingkatsuki.

➤ Toy Box by @/mindninjax, ➤ Water Under the Bridge by @/mindninjax, ➤ What Once was Mine (ft. Kirishima) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Is Mine Forever (ft. Kirishima) by @/kweenkatsuki, ➤ Like Real People Do (ft. Todoroki) @/mindninjax, ➤ Heaven on Earth by @/mindninjax, ➤ To Shape a Home by @/mindninjax, ➤ Wet Dreamz by @/kweenkatsuki, ➤ Through the Eyes of a Child (ft. Midoriya) by @/kweenkatsuki.

➤ Birthday Blues by @/katsukikitten, ➤ 'Track Three' by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Forgotten by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Drugs and Dior by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Dead Salvation by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ The Boy Next Door by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ Glitter and Glowsticks by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ If it's not One Thing, It's Your Mother by @/littlesponge-fics.

➤ A Room Unused by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Demons by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Dancing on my Own by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Two Truths and a Lie by @/bakugotrashpanda.

➤ Rocky Mountain High by @/spellboundspectre, ➤ Three Nights by @/alwayskatsuki, ➤ Atmospheric by @/strafepanzer, ➤ With the Skies as my Witness I Take Off by @/savory-script.

Kirishima

➤ Wrath of the Mountain God by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Alone by @/bakumu, ➤ Meet Me in the Afterglow by @/some-kingofgnome, ➤ Royalty AU Snippet by @/willowser, ➤ Locked-Up by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Gone to Hell (ft. Bakugo) by @/megsngrits, ➤ Beyond Tonight (Kiribaku) by @/unbreakablekiribaku.

Kaminari

➤ Finish Line by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ 48 Hours by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ Munchies by @/katanaski, ➤ Affection by @/itsruiblue, ➤ Daisy Chains by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Everything I Ever Wanted by @/kingexpl0sionmurder, ➤ Straight Shooter by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ Warmth by @/afterxcare.

Other Characters

➤ Its the Damn Season (Todoroki) by @/mindninjax, ➤ If I Could Keep Cool (Todoroki) by @/andypantsx3.

➤ A Force of Nature (Sir Nighteye + Todoroki) by @/titan-fodder.

➤ Finish Line (Bakugo + Sero) by @/kweenkatsuki), ➤ Pick your Phone Up (Sero) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ Assigned Love (Hawks) by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ I can Hear my Ex Calling (Hawks) by @/nohoney,

➤ Vengence (Awase) by @/kingkatsuki,

➤ In the Forest of Hidden Things (Iida) by @/forcefully-awoken, ➤ With or Without my Best Intentions (Iida) by @/whats-her-quirk.

➤ Smiles in the Rain (Midoriya) by @/miss-nebula.

➤ Eat your Heart Out (Shinso) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ So My Darling (Rody) by @/itsruiblue.

➤ Restoration and 18th Century Lit (Shigaraki) by @/get-shiggy-with-it.

➤ Look at Me (Dabi) by @/touyasdoll.

➤ As it Was (Aizawa) by @/karikarasuno.

➤ Frostbite (Natsuo) by @/trafalgar-temptress.

➤ The Mask (Levi) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Take Solace in the Night (Levi) by @/mindninjax,

➤ Mine (Armin) by @/eripeachy.

➤ Pyroclastic (Miche) by @/titan-fodder, ➤ Back to Baseline (Miche) by @/titanfodder.

➤ The Tiniest Notion (Reiner) @/titan-fodder.

➤ Death Dance (Marco) by @/whats-her-quirk, ➤ Petrichor (Marco) by @/whats-her-quirk.

➤ Cresendo (Erwin) by @/prettyiwa.

➤ Lessons in Love (Moblit) by @/ghostparty.

➤ Where the Fire Should Have Been (Rengoku) by @/lou-stuck.

➤ Six Signs (Sanemi) @/angelic-guardienne.

➤ Something About Us (Tomura x Gyuutaro) by @/kinjuustu.

➤ If Love Was Ours (Kunimi) by @/Iwaasfairy.

➤ 10 Months (Hanamkai x Matsukawa) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Lament (Hanakaki x F!Reader + Oikawa x F!Reader) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Play Ground (Fukunaga) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Tipsy Sway (Hinata) by @/saetryn9, ➤ Lie to Me (Hinata) by @/karasuqueen.

➤ Bite the Pillow (Goshiki) by @/delireum.

➤ 'Till We're Home Again (Osamu) by @/some-kindofgnome.

➤ Home for the Holidays (Sugawara) by @/pazumane.

➤ Invisible (Bokuto) by @/zzzennin.

➤ A Little Incentive (Daichi ft. Karasuno) by @/mindninjax.

➤ My Divine (Kuroo) by @/prettyboykatsuki.

➤ Solar Noon (Nishinoya) by @/tsumoo.

➤ Novelty (Tendou) by @/oh-katsuki.

➤ Still Stuck on You (Iwaizumi) by @tuki-tetsuya.

➤ I Wanna Lick the Wrapper (Ushijima) by @/strafepanzer.

➤ Death Becomes Her (Yuji) by @/mindninjax.

➤ Scarcity (Sukuna) by @/kweenkatsuki.

➤ God Must be Doing Cocaine (Megumi) by @/mindninjax, ➤ Boy, Interrupted (Megumi) by @/some-kindofgnome.

➤ Nights Without You (Nanami) by @/devilstempt.

➤ Under His Skin (Geto) by @/ohhoney.

[daddyyy88]

Masterlist

A lot of stories can be very triggering, please do not skip past the warnings they are there for a reason, my intent is never to hurt anyone, I just simply want to put my work out there for the people who can handle it and enjoy it

anything with a (tw) next to indicates it’s more triggering than the others and it’s just extra precaution for my readers

Hi guys, I know that currently almost none of my links are actually working and I swear I’m working on it I just have next to no free time so it really dwindles my motivation to write and then on top of that have the remake my entire masterlist 😭 please be patient and thank you so much for everything I luv uuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

I know I barely write anymore and am lucky if I put out one story a month, and it’s honestly because school is really just making it difficult to find the time and then on top of that motivation. I don’t have the same drive I used to when it comes to writing and it’s not as exciting or as much of a hobby as it used to be but I don’t want to stop if that makes sense. I love it but at the same time I don’t feel like doing it most days. Idk. I do my best and that’s all that matters. Love you 🫶🏻

Eddie Munson

“Can I do something insane?” (tw)

Cuddly

Panic Attack

Pancakes

“Yours”

Triple Date

Secret | Secret pt.2

Cats

Shitty Boyfriends

Future

Insecurities

Chilly

“Like what you see?”

Gone (tw)

Family (miniseries)

Touch Starved

Broken (tw)

“I love you”

Tired

Hickeys

His number one supporter

Needy

Take it

Take care of yourself

Joseph Quinn

POV: you’re dating Joseph Quinn and this is your camera roll (part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom

Joey, baby

Costume

Dancing in the rain

Interviews

Touch Starved

Hurt (tw)

Bath

It’s not okay (tw)

Jamie Campbell Bower

POV: you’re dating Jamie Campbell Bower and this is your camera roll (Part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

Bad Boyfriend

Interviews

Recovery (tw)

73 questions

Drunk

Just sex

Beach day

Steve Harrington

Teen dad!Steve Harrington Blurb

His hardworking girl

Shittiest boyfriend ever

Robin Buckley’s Step Sister

dad!steve harrington fluff

Approval

Headache

Robin Buckley

Tall Robin x short girlfriend blurb

Tall y/n x Robin

Sick

😳🤨…

Dr. Buckley

modern!mom!robin buckley x pregnant!reader

band kid!Robin x color guard!y/n

Just checking

Maya Hawke

POV: you’re dating Maya Hawke and this is your camera roll (part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

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Stressed

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😳🤨…

Starving

Giggles

Lo’ak

Worthy

Patience

Sensitive

Come back to me

Neteyam

Why do you hate me?

Lonely

Neteyam Smut blurb

No regrets

I like it

Say something

Sebastian Stan

Lovebirds

Te iubesc

Bucky Barnes

Bucky, please

Hard day

CW!Bucky Barnes

Overworked

Chris Evans

In love

Steve Rogers

“I’m scared”

Henry Cavill

Nothing

Henry Cavill Fluff

Chris Sturniolo

Secrets out

You’re drunk

[kohakuarisaka]

Subspace [chapter 9 of ?]

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 • future chapters coming soon~

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Some little voice in your head had warned you that this was getting too frequent, and you were going to get addicted at this rate; but, that didn't stop you from showing up at Hawks' apartment the following weekend when he asked if you wanted to.

As if he even had to ask anymore.

It had been raining gently on your way over, and even with a large umbrella, you were shivering from the cold with damp heels when you stepped inside Hawks' apartment.

He waited patiently for you to remove your shoes and prop your umbrella on the coat hook, along with your coat, before descending upon you with grabby hands. You laughed a little at his boldness, the noise gobbled up by a wet kiss.

His wings were fluffier today, and you wondered if it was his feathers reacting to the humidity from the rain. Even inside his apartment, the downpour could be heard tapping noisily against the large window looking out the balcony. The smell of rain wafted through the room, and made you wonder if he had enjoyed the view from the balcony before your arrival.

"I got you something," Hawks stated, ushering you to the bedroom.

A familiar song and dance, and you followed his lead eagerly.

Your eyes first spotted the collar resting on the bedsheets, just the same as the first time he introduced it to you. Something new was laid around it: a gown, maybe a blouse, if it could even be called that.

When you picked it up, you realized it was lingerie, made out of smooth silk, without a single thread out of place. The neckline was sweeping and the bottom hem was short. A tie at the mid-point seemed to be the only thing that would keep it on.

It was more of an accessory, really, and hardly counted as clothes, the shade of red much the same as his wings, as the collar. It would feel nice on your skin and look pretty on you, most definitely. But, it would leave nothing to the imagination. There was something undeniably possessive about it, not that you could find yourself to mind.

When you set the outfit down and turned to face Hawks, you were met with an excited, albeit nervous expression. His back was straight, head high, wings stretched out. He looked ready to go out for a jog in the loose pants and T-shirt, black socks on his feet. Yet, despite the casual getup, he had a heavy look in his eyes.

"Do you like it?" he asked carefully.

"It feels really nice," you answered softly.

"Do you want to wear it for me?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," you answered immediately.

Hawks swallowed, gold eyes heavy with lust despite the obvious concern brewing underneath.

Clearly, there was more he wanted than just for you to wear this: a game, an act. Whatever it was had him looking like he wasn't allowed to ask. His eyes were distant and glossy, excited but nervous.

You reached for his hand and smiled when Hawks reciprocated with a soft grip. He stepped in closer, wings opening and closing behind him. He kissed at your temple, and you sighed at the contact.

"Tonight...?" you hummed encouragingly.

"Tonight..." Hawks began, his voice hoarse, but sweet, like thick, raw honey. You peered up and caught the sight of his throat shift as he swallowed. Really, his hesitance was endearing, and you doubted you'd ever get tired of it.

"I want you to be my assistant, in scene," he explained softly.

You blinked up at him.

Oh.

Oh-

So, that was how he wanted to play tonight.

There was no teasing grin on his face, only hunger and patience in his eyes, lips pressed thin.

You knew that you were blushing at the broad implication, and it had done well to fill your mind with dirty thoughts. You knew that you weren't supposed to mingle work with play; but, there was no way you could resist something so deliciously improper.

Hawks was quiet for a moment, waiting for some protest from you, giving you an opportunity to tell him no. He seemed to grow more confident when it never came.

His free hand came up and a thumb trailed your bottom lip. "I have some things I need to take care of today, and I need your help," he explained quietly.

There was something in his tone, expressing that he was well aware of the line he was walking. It was right on the edge of what you agreed was okay. He seemed almost afraid that his fantasy was going to push you away.

It was quite the opposite.

"You can do that for me, can't you?" he asked softly, sweet, but bold, like he already knew the answer.

"Yes, sir," you answered solidly.

Some of that fear washed away from Hawks' face. He squeezed your hand before carefully letting go.

"Put on your uniform," he instructed quietly, firmly.

He disappeared behind you; but, you could hear him sit down in the armchair, the fabric squeaking softly as he plopped down. You could feel the heat of his eyes staring as you undressed.

It felt good, his eyes on your bare form. Even if he didn't say anything, even if you couldn't see his face, you could feel the radiating want. You felt beautiful and powerful.

You slid your arms through the silk gown, pleased by how warm it felt against your chilled skin. You moved the ties over the front to cinch the material at the waist and moved it around to the back to tie a bow at the curve of your back.

Sure enough, nothing was kept to the imagination. The front flowed open, leaving your breasts on full display, and the bottom hem stopped right above your crotch. There was no way to angle it to cover anything, and that left you feeling more exposed than if you were properly nude.

You picked up the collar, and briefly considered putting it on yourself.

Hawks didn't give you the chance to try, calling out to you, "come here."

He didn't sound particularly pleased by your display, and the cold look on his face added to that illusion. However, as you approached him, the obvious tent in the front of his pants betrayed that.

The hem of his shirt was bunched up a little, exposing a thin line of pale skin. His arms were propped up on his lap, and you could count the scars on his forearms.

He looked immaculate.

Hawks pointed at the ground, between his feet, and you obediently sank down. You crawled forward on your knees until you were touching the armchair, between his spread legs.

"What's your color?" he asked as his hands carefully took the collar from your hand.

Automatically, your head tilted back to give him room to wrap the collar around your neck. He adjusted the tightness diligently, until it was comfortable: loose enough to not be imposing, tight enough to not dig into you clavicles.

"Green," you breathed.

"What I'm gonna ask of you tonight, promise me, if you don't like it, you'll use your colors?" he uttered, dragging his knuckles affectionately across your jaw and up your cheek.

"I will," you promised, eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

The serious look on his face was in stark contrast to the soft words he had spoken to you.

"Do you know what I need you to do?" Hawks uttered, spreading his legs a little and leaning back in the armchair until he was slouching.

His posture did well enough to shift attention to his need tenting his pants.

As ridiculous and inappropriate as this was, you had fantasized about something similar before, and wasn't the least bit perturbed by the suggestion.

"Of course, sir," you cooed, reaching for the hem of his pants.

No underwear, of course, and his cock bobbed free with some pulling on his trousers. He wasn't just hard, he was swollen and throbbing, the head a delicious purple tint that begged for attention.

You lapped at the tip with a curious tongue before drawing it in your mouth. Spurred on by the weight of him, you bobbed your head, dragging your tongue along the thick vein on the underside, wetting his length thoroughly.

You sank up and down a few times, confident this was what he expected, but-

"Be still," Hawks commanded suddenly.

You froze up, wondering if you had done something wrong. A panic shot through you; but, then, a hand gently curled over your head, fingers brushing through your hair briefly before going still. You felt the weight of his palm, not pushing, just resting.

"That's it," he cooed.

Oh.

So, that was what you were supposed to be doing.

You exhaled harshly through your nose, sending fluttering breath across his tummy. This was new, not just for him, but for you, as well. You dragged your knees in a little closer to the chair and fixed your posture while trying to keep your head still.

His cock throbbed against your tongue, likely in tandem with his heartbeat. You tried to ignore it, and was clueless as to how he managed. He was almost unbearably warm and damn near throbbing, but hardly seemed perturbed by you sitting still. In fact, he only relaxed further; his stiff legs relaxed, stretching out beside you, and his posture sank back a little deeper in the chair.

His non-dominant hand remained perched on your head and you heard paper crinkling in his other. At this angle, you could only see the fabric of his shirt, and a small expansion of skin exposed from disturbing his pants: the cream color of his skin and pale blonde hairs dusting his crotch.

"You're doing so good," he whispered sweetly, briefly moving his fingers over your scalp soothingly, before going still again.

How demeaning, not that it was particularly worse than anything you had done thus far with Hawks. It was servicing - dirty, dirty servicing - and you were taking up the role of his assistant in this scenario, as if that wasn't the real relationship you had outside this room.

Still, there was something about it that thrilled you.

You let your imagination sweep you out of his bedroom and into his office, where he was wearing his hero uniform and you were hiding beneath his desk, and this was some sort of fantastical thing that helped him focus.

Hawks apparently had the same thing in mind, for a vibration suddenly set off, startling you.

He shifted a little, and you heard a click, before he hummed, "yeah?"

-and then you realized, it was his cell phone, and he had answered it.

The distant voice yelling at you that this was inappropriate was drowned out by the arousal beating like a drum in your ears. You could hear the muffled sound of someone else talking and tried to focus less on his responses and more on the weight of his cock in your mouth.

That was the job he had assigned to you, after all, and his hand was still absent-mindedly resting on top of your head. The worst of it was how professional Hawks sounded, like he didn't have a woman between his legs.

The mental image of how debauched you looked had you moaning quietly. Even if it was quiet enough to not be heard, he definitely felt it.

A short time later, the call ended with a beep and you heard a quiet thump as Hawks roughly set his phone down on the side table.

"Be quiet," he uttered darkly, "and don't even think about touching yourself. Keep your hands on me."

You wanted to moan again, mainly to voice approval to his words. Instead, you shifted your hands onto his thighs and gave a gentle, assuring squeeze. Hawks sighed, and you took that as a sign that he understood your feelings.

The minutes dragged on, and Hawks played with your hair absent-mindedly. On occasion, his hand shifted so he could drag his thumb against your cheek and feel the thickness of his shaft beneath your gummy flesh.

You had little doubts that he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand would rest limply atop your head as if he could care less that you were cockwarming him, only to play with your hair or caress your cheek just when he thought you needed some attention.

The passage of time was lost on you before suddenly, Hawks carelessly dropped whatever he was holding, letting it crinkle noisily to the floor, cupped your jaw, and slid you off his cock.

He patted his lap, grunting, "come here."

You obeyed, despite the odd gnawing feeling that you shouldn't stop yet. You crawled up onto his lap from the floor, eyes glossy with lust. He hooked an arm behind your lower back and tugged you in close, careless to his wet erection pinned between your bodies.

"You did good," he praised, using his freehand to poke two fingers into your mouth.

He rolled his digits over your tongue, eyes soaking up the lewd expression you were forced to make as a result of said action forcing your mouth open and tongue out.

"I knew you'd be a great cockwarmer when I hired you," he continued in a harsh whisper.

You moaned shamelessly at the praise.

"Such a cute little mouth, and it's all mine. Yeah?"

You hummed agreeingly and Hawks smirked like the devil.

His fingers slipped free from your lips, and you barely worked out a dry gasp before his tongue was replacing them. You kissed him back fiercely, trying to draw his tongue in deeper whilst your hands grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt.

He was practically choking you with the wet appendage, shoving it in as deep as he could get it, pressing along your teeth and gums, and you were pulling him in closer, clawing at his shoulders until your chests were painfully smooshed together.

Hawks' wet hand curled beneath your collar and wrapped around your neck, steadily tightening its squeeze until you whimpered, and then he finally loosened, just enough to let you breathe.

You were oblivious to how much you had drooled on him until Hawks pulled back and you got a good look at the saliva coating his chin. Oh, but you were too lost to be embarrassed, drowning in his delicious taste and the ravenous gaze he was smothering you with.

He stared you down darkly, the gold of his eyes practically devouring his narrow pupils. His wings were draped over the back of the armchair and flopped against the wall.

He released your neck with a grunt and command, "get back to work."

You hurt your knees from how hard you dropped yourself back to the floor. Hawks didn't laugh at your expense, but grunted halfheartedly, as if it was the thing he expected you to do. You took him as deep as you could before gagging and was forced to pull back a bit.

"Fuck-" he groaned, sinking back into the chair and struggling to resist the urge to lift his hips.

"Just like that... Yeah. Good girl."

His sweet words echoed loudly in your ears, easily keeping you deep in this headspace. He smelt good, like body wash and something uniquely his own. His taste was as addicting as the feeling of his weight against your tongue. You wanted his hand to pat your head and to hear more of his praise.

As if hearing those wants, a hand smoothed your hair out of your face. But, it was a brief touch, before pulling away. You couldn't tell what was occupying his hands; you just knew that you were jealous they weren't on you.

But, your boss was a busy man, and you had to be patient.

The minutes dragged on, and Hawks fumbled with something above you, one hand occasionally leaving to pat your head condescendingly when the desire took him.

You focused on the sounds around you, eyes shut peacefully, and realized it was still raining. The sound wasn't deafening, but growing louder than when you had started, an insisting tapping against the glass as harsh winds blew about.

His phone rang again, and as he began talking, you wondered if this was a conversation you were supposed to be listening in on. He addressed the person on the other end, someone whom you had met several times over the past couple years, a busybody from the hero commission.

Oh, how much trouble would he be in if they knew what he was doing right now? Of course, you didn't want anything bad to happen to Hawks; but, the absurdity of it all had your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

The phone call ended and Hawks carelessly dropped the device before roughly pulling you off him by your jaw.

Slack jawed and startled, a string of saliva carried between your lips and his cock. He forced your head up to make eye contact, and the look Hawks gave you drew a whimper from your throat.

"Get on the fucking bed," he growled before letting go of your face.

You reeled away from him and forced yourself onto your feet, wobbling like a child. You turned away from him to head for the bed; but, suddenly, his hand was curled around your inner elbow and yanking you back onto his lap.

He was so strong, and didn't hold back any of that strength, effortlessly forcing you into him. Your back hit his chest with a startled yelp, even drawing a grunt from the winged hero.

However, Hawks didn't hold you down. He laughed, a low, evil rumble in his chest, and watched you fumble to stand back up. You pulled away from him fiercely this time, expecting him to pull you back again.

Instead, Hawks stood up, and began a predatory approach. You cried out in surprise, for he was on his feet and heading towards you before you had managed to make it to the bed.

It was silly, but your thoughts provided you with panic: he told you to get on the bed and he was approaching, but you weren't ready yet-

You flopped back on the bed, heels pushing against the sheets as you tried to shove yourself to the center. Your hair was a mess over your face and you were panting wildly, staring up at the dangerous look on his face.

A feather slipped away, making for the light switch. The room was cast into darkness, but not for long before a lamp at the bedside table lit up, casting a dull, orange light over you and the bed frame.

You could make out the gold of Hawks' eyes through the darkness, the curve of his wings up high, the moonlight creeping in through the window, and not much else.

Hands clawed up your thighs and spread your legs. He gripped harshly at your skin, as if he didn't care that he might hurt you. You weren't sure what to expect, but was still startled when he manhandled onto your front.

A hand grabbed at the back of your neck to force your face into the sheets. He didn't hold you down long enough to make you panic, just enough to remind you of your place. His hand pulled back, and his grip on your hair forced your head up.

"You've been good. Show me how bad you want your reward," he uttered darkly before letting go of your hair.

With a whimper, you pulled up on your knees, arched your back, spread your thighs a little, laid your cheek on the sheets, and hoped you looked good.

You heard and felt Hawks' wings beat the air with an excited 'fwap' before his tongue invaded your folds. You screamed, shaking beneath the sudden onslaught. Even if you dared to try, there was no way you could pull away. His hands were gripping your thighs, holding them open.

His lapping tongue had you mewling and shaking, hands clawing at the bed sheets as if seeking stability. But, then, suddenly, he was pulling back, and rising up on his knees behind you on the bed.

Delirious, you arched into him, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat with the hope he would shove his cock inside you. You didn't care if you got punished; you were ready to beg and cry for it.

Something slid inside you.

Or, more accurately, he pushed something inside you; but, it was far too cold to be his cock, too bumpy along the shaft. Once it reached the base, something folded over your clit to hold the toy in place.

You let out a weak huff as Hawks stood up and stepped around the bed to the other side, where he could look down at your face. You peered up at him through your lashes and began leaning up onto your hands.

Before you could get up to look at him properly, the toy flipped on. Everything was vibrating: the thick shaft pushing against your gooey insides, the rough exterior folded over your sloppy, wet clit, and the head nuzzled right up against your sweet spot.

You slipped off your hands, falling face first in the sheets with a pathetic squeal. You writhed at the pleasure, finding it impossible to keep your hips still. You probably looked ridiculous, unable to pull away, and simultaneously arching into the touch.

Hawks was in front of you on the bed, on his knees and watching you tremble and cry in pleasure.

He had fixed his pants, and the positioning brought his cock to eye-level, leading you to wonder if he wanted to be serviced. Of course, the sober part of your mind knew better. He had called this a reward, after all, and Hawks rarely put his own pleasure first.

The truth was that you wanted to please him.

You reached for out and palmed at his erection, mystified by how hard he felt. Hawks made a displeased clicking sound, and let you struggle for a little bit before he carefully grabbed your wrist.

"You slutty little thing," he chastised. "Haven't you had enough?"

Hawks gathered your wrists in one hand and hoisted your arms up. You cried out as he forced your body up, until you were on your knees in front of him.

You stared at his face with wild eyes, mystified by the beautiful gold hue of his iris. He looked angry, annoyed even, but aroused, and the sight made your knees tremble.

"Don't you fucking move," he snarled, squeezing at the skin of your wrists in warning.

His head ducked down, eyes disappearing from sight, and his fluffy hair took up most of your field of view. You could see his wings over his shoulders, draped elegantly behind him.

Teeth nibbled their way down your chest while his hand continued to hold your arms up, forcing an unnatural arch. The toy was still vibrating, though this new angle gave you just a bit of relief; or, maybe, the pain from his manhandling was distracting.

-and, then, there was his teeth.

He bit along the center of your chest before moving to the swell of your breast, leaving blossoming, red marks behind. He was kinder to your nipple, suckling it gently for a brief moment before letting go with an obnoxious pop.

When he seemed satisfied, he collapsed on the bed and dragged you on top of him. He was still holding your wrists and your legs were tangled awkwardly, but the feel of his body beneath yours was a wanted sensation. You could feel the contours of his muscles, the warmth of his skin beneath the layers.

"All you needed was a little bit of whipping to make you nice and docile," he teased darkly, exhaling hot air against the shell of your ear. "A firm hand and some promises, yeah?"

His hands released your wrists and you flopped over him uselessly.

"Now, hump me until you come," he added on, whispering harshly against your skin.

You barely had a second to contemplate that command before his hand fumbled with something on the bed sheets: a remote, most likely, for the intensity of the vibrations was suddenly increased.

It wasn't a conscious effort. You couldn't stop it even if you tried.

Hawks got what he wanted; you writhed above him, hips undulating and legs trembling, hands grabbing weakly at his shoulders, the bedding. You cried like a wounded animal, bucking against him uncontrollably. Hawks stared up at you with an evil look on his face, enjoying every second of it.

At some point, it became clear to you that you were shaking against his thigh while his erection pressed against your tummy. You gave in to the pleasure, sitting up on your knees and pressing down against his leg until the base of the toy was pushed deeper into you.

Through the garbled noises you made, you somehow managed to warn him, "I'm coming-!"

Hawks flattened one hand against your lower back, holding you tight against him, while his other hand reached beneath the hem of his pants.

You wanted to see pleasure dance across his face, but couldn't keep your eyes open. His moan was loud and burned where he exhaled it against your ear. If anything, it made your own trembling even more intense.

Your cries of pleasure followed. From your shaking, you nearly headbutted the hero. If he noticed, he didn't care. Hawks leaned into you, basking in the moment greedily as you undulated with pleasure.

As the intensity began to wind down, Hawks pressed kisses into your throat. He turned the toy off and, for a moment, everything was breathing: you, panting above him wildly, body shifting from the rise and fall of Hawks' chest beneath you as he too inhaled and exhaled deeply. His breath fluttered harshly over your skin and his chin hairs tickled your neck.

Eventually, you calmed down, and registered the wetness across your stomach. There was a snap of elastic as Hawks pulled his hand free. He dragged his fingers over the mess along your skin, and you could feel the grin he was pressing into your neck.

"Oops."

You couldn't help but laugh, just a little, which was likely his desired response anyway. The laughter stopped when Hawks carefully rolled you onto your back.

"Don't move. Let me clean you up," he requested as he leaned up, rising to his feet.

His feet tapped quietly on the floor as he walked away. You laid there, eyeing the window, watching water droplets splay across the glass until he returned.

Hawks removed the toy slowly before cleaning his spent off your skin with a wet washcloth. He disappeared again for a short minute, returning with a bottle of something. He rolled you onto your stomach, laughing when you squealed in surprise.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," you hummed as he began massaging lotion into the parts of your skin he had so thoroughly bruised last weekend.

The marks were no longer bright red, but a dull burgundy by now. The deepest parts, that had once been purple, were now a faded pink. His placements were immaculate: parts that would heal quickly.

"That's a shame," he replied hoarsely.

You sank down into the sheets, oddly pleased by his response.

Once you were fully healed, would he do it again? Likely, that was exactly what he was contemplating.

"Do you want to stay?" Hawks asked some time later, depositing the lotion bottle to the side table.

You rolled over to watch him pull his shirt and pants off. You had seen him nude multiple times by now, and had even placed your mouth on his sex. Still, you couldn't help but stare: at the muscles, at the scars, at the tan lines and bruises, at the blonde hairs and freckles dusting his skin.

"Are you sure that's okay?" you asked, leaning up to remove the lingerie.

Hawks reached you before you could even undo the tie. His hands gently pushed yours aside and took over. He carefully slid the fabric off and carelessly pushed it onto the floor before doing the same with your collar, letting it hit the end table with a 'thump'.

"Last week was an acci-"

Hawks interrupted you gently, "I want to check on your bruises in the morning. They... shouldn't be this red still."

You were fully capable of checking on your own bruises, not a whelp by any means, and you didn't really believe his statement, nor did Hawks sound very convincing. But, you wanted to stay, and decided to let him get away with it this time.

"Okay," you agreed softly.

Hawks came over you as you nuzzled into the sheets. You let out a confused noise, only to realize he was reaching for the lamp resting on the end table. He flipped the switch, casting the room into darkness.

You felt him move over you, slotting back onto his side. Only, his arm hooked on your waist and tugged you into him as he rolled back. You followed limply, releasing a soft noise when your back hit his chest.

"Thanks for indulging me," he uttered.

"I've-... fantasized about that, too," you replied nervously.

Hawks exhaled through his nose, sharp and sudden. You didn't ponder if that was a bad sound, for he immediately huffed out a weak laugh.

"Damn," he whispered hoarsely.

"What?" you huffed at him, sounding offended. Maybe you were, just a little bit.

"Just - you thinking about me like that," he answered gruffly. "That's dangerous. I won't be able to concentrate at the office."

"You barely concentrate now," you replied with some bite.

Hawks coughed out a laugh. He shuffled around, leaning up, and you turned your head to try and look at him through the darkness.

"I need some ice for that burn," he explained.

You laughed, calling his bluff, and Hawks slid back beneath the blanket and nuzzled up against your back. He was quiet for some time, leaving the room a buzz of the rain's downpour.

But, then, he uttered, "if I pushed too hard-"

"You didn't," you interrupted him sharply. "I liked it."

He was quiet after that, and you drifted away shortly after.

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🌸 Isabeau's MHA x Mary (my OC) & Canon x reader Masterlist 🌸

Drawing of Mary, done by @kurumi-igarashi, here on tumblr! (one in the middle!)

Main fanfic

Q&A

Darkest Wolf: Overhaul x Mary (eventually x Dabi x Shiggy too)

🌸Prologue 1 🌸Prologue 2 🌸Prologue 3

🌸 Chapter 1: Coming Soon!

AU's

Monsterhaul x Mary x Dabi: She Wolf and The Beast AU (My Beauty and The Beast retelling with Monsterhaul, Mary and Dabi! 🐦‍⬛🔥🐺🌹)

- Warning both AU's are hella dark and overly smutty, if it ain't your thing -

Warning: Mentions of blood, nudity, Yandere Dabi, stalking, breeding kink, non-con, Dabi being overly horny, feral, and needy, masturbation, sexual content, obsessed and possessive Dabi over oc, adult language, 18+ Male Masturbation.

🌹Prologue part 1 🌹Prologue part 2 🌹Chapter 1 🌹Chapter 2🌹Chapter 3: Coming Soon!

Dabi x Mary x Overhaul (The Crow AU) 🐦‍⬛ - Dark Angel

Warning: Mentions of death, blood, rape, miscarriage, loss of pregnancy, drug use, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, guns, gore, depression, madness. Revenge plot. Smut, somnophilia, forced pregnancy, fingering, and nudity. (18+)

- I'm serious, this is all kinds of fucked up - It's Yandere Overhaul and Unhinged Dabi! Of course, it's gonna be hella dark!

(mixture of fluffy and spice, wholesome and feels!) Dabi and Mary being overly horny and love sick idiots.

Overhaul being really yandere and more twisted and unhinged, unrequited love here. His sick obsession with Mary in this AU. (If you want to see more unhinged, horny Dabi checkout She Wolf and The Beast AU) I really put our birdman's possessiveness, controlling and intense, feral, touch and love starved man baby energy in this fanfic.

If you haven't watched The Crow(1994), there will be spoilers and some changes. Please, go watch it! I always cry, but its worth it.

🐦‍⬛ Prologue 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 1 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 2 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 3

Funsies

Overhaul x Mary x Dabi crack fic: Fruit Loops and Muffins - (Crack fanfic inspired by @staitc-rj)

Bath and Spa Day from Hell - Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi and Mary (crackfic) 2 (Inspired by my talk with @angelblueflame )

Dabi x Mary - Bloody Twisted Romeo and his Juliet (Mary as a Hero, instead of a Villainess) (Smut content 18+)

Mary's Sleepover with The League

Shiggy x Mary

New Years - Overhaul x Mary

PLF drabble

Mary gave Toga a Taser!

The Feel! T-T

Overhaul x Mary drabble - Nightmare and Passion

Snowy Winter Nights - Mary x Overhaul drabble 🐺🐦‍⬛💜❄️:

Dabi x Mary: "I'm glad that you were born"

Canon x reader (or multiple)

Ex Dabi x reader x Hawks

Part 1 - My World

Part 2 - It's Not Over (Smut content 18+)

Part 3 - Ashes and Feathers (Smut content 18+)

Part 4: Coming Soon!

Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks

💞 Chapter 1 - Ignorance is Bliss

💞 Chapter 2- Unexpected Encounter

💞 Chapter 3 - The Matchmaking Goddess meddles

💞 Chapter 4: New Game. Love Game, Start.

💞 Chapter 5: Dance with Devils and a Red Winged Angel

💞 Chapter 6: The Red String

💞 Chapter 7: Fiction meets Reality

Dabi x reader

💙 Incubus Dabi x Plus Size reader - Tainted Love and Burning Desire

💙 Part 2 - My Lustful Demon

💙 Part 3 - Raging flames and healing Ice

💙 Part 4: Blue Flamed Jealousy

💙 Part 5: Coming Soon

💙 Birthday smut (2025)

💙 Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

Hawks x reader

Dance in the Rain - Hawks x reader

A lemony and chocolaty birthday - Single Mom x Hawks

🐦‍⬛ Overhaul x reader 🐦‍⬛

👑 Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul ⛓️🐦‍⬛

Don't forget to send love to the artist @spectra-phantasma 😍🥰 For this mouthwatering artwork of our beloved yakuza birdman husband, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul! (one on the right!) Inspired this fanfic!

⛓️Part 1 - In Chains

⛓️Part 2 - The Queens One Winged Bird

⛓️Part 3: Coming Soon!

Favorite Hobby! (Self Writing Challenge)

🐦‍⬛ Overhaul x reader - The Raven and The Baker (Overhaul Birthday fanfic 2025) Part 1

🐦‍⬛ God Monsterhaul x fem reader 🐦‍⬛

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

One Piece

Trafalgar Law x Pregnant reader

💛 Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions

💛 Chapter 2 - Somebody call a doctor?

💛 Chapter 3: Heartbeat

💛 Chapter 4: Coming Soon!

Reader x Merman Law

💛 Part 1 - Songstress and The Doctor

💛 Part 2 - Warning

💛 Part 3 - Nest

💛 Part 4 - Coming Soon!

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Damn, I didn't realize I wrote so much last year and this year. XD Whoops

Taglist: @doumadono @fanofflames @spectra-phantasma @fairymama624 @cherry-queens-blog @angelblueflame @lucyblue101 @lura-valentine @redr0sewrites @staitc-rj @slayfics @nakiich @meeludrawz @gamergirl-niffler 

[allegra-writes]

billy russo x reader imagine where they are dating and he gets jealous and possessive over her all the time and she loves it

"Good in Bed"

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Spanking, rough sex, Dom/bratty sub undertones. Size kink if you squint.

I know it's really bad

Messin' with my head

We drive each other mad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed

Good in Bed - Dua Lipa

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

There was no way around it: Your relationship with Billy was fucked up. Your mutual refusal to label whatever it was you had going on, the mind games, the scenes, the manipulation, the sick pleasure you both took in pushing each other's buttons instead of talking things through like the mature, functional human beings you were supposed to be and your clashing tempers made for an explosive cocktail. You knew the healthy thing would be to walk away, set him free and get yourself a therapist, but you kept coming back for more, like a pair of addicts, chasing the high again and again, no matter how disastrous the inevitable fall.

Your friends didn't get it, of course. No one did. They had witnessed one too many yelling matches, slammed doors and drinks threw at each other's faces to believe there was any other possible ending for you than a break up. And maybe, just maybe, it was finally happening, they thought, optimistically, as they saw you calmly make your way out of the dancefloor where Billy was dancing way too close to be friendly with the blonde socialite whose father was hosting the gala you were currently at.

No anger. No big scene. No slapping of Billy's diamond sharp cheekbones, just a cold indifference as you sat at the bar, even going as far letting the Wall Street something sitting beside you buy you a drink. Even though it was a free bar.

Elektra's eyes flitted to Billy, who was watching your every move like a hawk, ready to get him kicked out if he so much as give a sign of acting out, but for once, Billy actually seemed to be acting civilized. Too bad she was too preoccupied with Matt, her own unhealthy fixation to notice how Billy disentangled himself from blondie the moment you had stood up, silently following you to the bathroom.

That's how you had found yourself in your current position, skirt flipped over, bended over expensive marble, one of Billy's hands splayed on the small of your back, pinning you in place as the other rained hard, painful slaps on the supple flesh of your ass.

"Ow!" You cursed against the palm of your own hand, trying to muffle the sounds Billy was tearing from your mouth, "Mother fuck-"

"What was that, princess?" The ex marine behind you inquired, voice dangerously soft and measured.

"I said I'm sorry, sir" You lied, remorselessly, "I've learned my lesson, I won't do it again"

Billy paused, humming pensive as he stroke your reddened cheeks a little bit too firmly, aggravating the abused skin.

"And what exactly would that lesson be?"

You tried to reply, you really did, but it was difficult to focus with Billy's wicked fingers softly caressing your lace covered slit, a barely there touch that had you arching like a cat, pushing back against his hand. He chuckled,

"Answer me, princess. You know I don't like to repeat myself..."

"Maybe if you stopped distracting me" You mumbled under your breath, but he heard you, punishing you by tugging the lace aside and burying two of his long, long fingers inside you without warning, making you yelp.

"You know I also don't like when you talk back. But since you seem to be too dumb with my fingers in your pussy, Imma ask again" He cooed, patronising, making you want to slap him, "What is the lesson you learned tonight?"

You knew what he wanted to hear, you could be a good girl and give it to him...

But what would be the fun in that?

"That I must not flirt with other guys in front of you"

"Good girl" Billy praised, slowly starting to pump his fingers inside you.

"... Next time, I'll just flirt with the women"

Billy's fingers disappeared abruptly, the sound of his zipper loud as alarm bells in the quiet bathroom as he ripped the flimsy lace at the crotch of your underwear effortlessly and shoved his entire cock into you in a single hard, merciless thrust.

You tried to squirm away, but he grabbed your shoulder, keeping you in place.

"Ow, sir, too big!"

"No, see, if you had been a good girl, I would have made sure you were ready, all nice and stretched to take my big cock" He leaned over you, liking the sweat at the back of your neck, "But since you've decided to be a naugthy girl tonight... I'm gonna make it hurt"

You bit your tongue to stop a moan from escaping, least he realized his punishment was no punishment at all and that was exactly what you had wanted him to do all along, to fuck you hard and fast, like only Billy could. He pulled back, until only the tip remained inside, only to surge forward again, stuffing you to the brim, and even further, till you felt his hips kiss your spanked raw ass. Under normal circumstances, he always held back, saving you from the last couple of inches so as not to hit your cervix painfully with every thrust. But these were not normal circumstances, so he buried himself to the hilt, again and again, until you were a whining, trembling mess.

"Sir, please" You cried, just for show, you would actually kill him if he dared to stop, "Too deep... Too big... It hurts"

"Don't fucking care" He growled, hand closing around your throat, "Take it... I'm gonna make you take it"

You hid your smile against the cold marble beneath you. Yeah, Billy and you definitely didn't know how to talk...

But damn, he knew how to fuck you.

[vay99]

... X reader compilation

Here's a compilation of all the stories I've uploaded here

The reader is always female, yes, also with the female characters 🏳️‍🌈💅🏻

One Piece

Ace

His hat

Studying you (modern AU)

Law

Attention

Let me show you your heart

Nami

Ferris wheel by the sea

Zoro

Let me help you fall asleep

My star

Attack on titan

Levi

Dancing in the rain

Hanji

Drunk

Bungo stray dogs

Dazai

Anything for you

Tokyo revengers

Baji

Letter

Chifuyu

Wounds

Mikey

Late night rides

You are-!?

Mitsuya

Babysitter

My hero academia

Hawks

Time flies

Shuumatsu no valkyrie

Buddha

Torn

Hades

Queen of hell

Loki

Those black and white roses

I always hated you

Alice in borderland

Chishiya

Between clubs and hearts

Merlin

Gwaine

Flower prince

Platonic friendship

Y/n being friends with Merlin and co

[elizabeth-mitchells]

1, 3, 12, 13, 15, 19, 23, 25, 27! If that’s not too many! Or just answer what ones you want to!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

like. technically i already answered but i'll take it as an opportunity to mention another face. my Ronance x The Conjuring AU! although I was burning, you're the only light my beloved

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

i just remembered so many beloved scenes ghsjdfhgjdf the fight in the rain where nancy throws robin her ring she kept for weeks after robin broke a guy's nose with it for nancy in make my menace into someone you'd adore. or robin and nancy welcoming max into their home with a bat and a gun in If it's bringing me down lmao

12. favorite character to write about this year

Robin. Robin. Robin Buckley my beloved!!! and a little shout out to Wednesday Addams <3

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

i hope i'm not completely misunderstanding this and it really is about music i listen to while writing... anyway!! i'd say pretty much 90% of my fics these years were written while listening to Maya Hawke/Lucy Dacus/Florence and the machine/Mitski as if the titles weren't enough to guess hgjdfhgjf

15. something you learned this year

I LEARNED SO MUCH 😭 i can't say just one thing. hm. i learned.... well, i knew but i make myself remember that writing fanfic is not a waste of time and as long as i enjoy it it's definitely worth it!! and i definitely enjoy it. i learned to stop overthinking about the number of comments and instead picturing every kudos as a person standing in a room and wow that really helps!!! i learned that a. posting something anonymously is fun but also b. being bold and posting something publicly is also fun. i learned that i should start keeping bookmarks 😭 i learned that having a beta reader can be so so helpful and also fun!!

19. any new fics to start next year

I WILL WRITE THE MERMAID BAR AU I WILL!!!! and also a very very special super secret projecy that i unfortunately i have to finish writing completely before posting it but i WILL DO IT

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

hmm surprisingly i can't think of anything for ronance. but!!! the Yellowjackets x The Wilds crossover of my dreams... it could still happen!! what else... oh i wanted to write something for Gunpowder Milkshake and I had such a clear idea for it and then i didn't write it 😔 and!!! i still think about my Fear Street x Squid Game AU because that would've been my best fic ever and yet 😭

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

what if i said... YOURS dancing in the moonlight

i really want to share more but i have awful memory and i dont even keep bookmarks because i'm a mess i'm sorry 😭

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

okay we're back to bad memory and no bookmarks but i remember cityseeker deeply affecting me so there goes another shout out!!!

fanfic end of the year asks

[mossybee-exe]

MHA Boys (& girl) x Reader's Song

Y'all know how couples have a song that they both love and call it "their song?" Yeah that but with the MHA characters! Even me and my girlfriend have one and it's cute! And I NEED SOME TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! I WANT IT TO BE SO SWEET IT MAKES ME SICK! Also some of these songs aren't love songs but whatever.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku

Memories-Maroon 5

I can TOTALLY see this! Because he always looks back at the day when you guys first met and then how you two got together!

He would be a nostalgic baby

Katsuki Bakugou/Dynamight

Not Another Song About Love-Hollywood Ending

This just makes sense! Especially since the chorus literally goes, "I hate your voice, I hate your mouth, I can't stand any single word that falls out!" And stuff like that so it's perfect!

But then at the end it goes, "I need your voice, I have no doubt, I want your love until it all runs out!"

So definitely this is your song because you two hated each other when you first met but grew to love each other!

Shoto Todoroki

She Will Be Loved-Maroon 5

I could totally see this because there's the part in the song where it goes, "I don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pour rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will~ be loved~"

Because due to his past, Todoroki knows how to respect women! (And men if you prefer that) so this is your song cuz he respects women. (And men)

Ejiro Kirishima/Red Riot

Shut Up And Dance With Me-Walk The Moon

This is just.. perfect for him! Like seriously!

Imagine your busy working but your stressed so he turns this song on and while you try to tell him you can't, he will literally start singing "Shut up and dance with me!" Until you do and you two start dancing to it.

Denki Kaminari/Chargebolt

I Kissed A Girl-Katy Perry

Just the right amount of funniness and romance for him!

He definitely began singing this after his first kiss with you.

Hitoshi Shinso

I Think I'm In Love-Kat Dahlia

The reason why I think this would be your guys' song is cuz in the past I bet he DID open his heart to one person one time but then they betrayed him. So when he first met you he was annoyed by you.

But now that you're together, he is so happy that you two got together! And so this song fits cuz he fell in love again!

Shota Aizawa

I Knead You-Chevy

If you've seen the video on YT, it's all about cats kneading you! And that's all I need to say.

Shirakumo Oboro

Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol

This fits in more ways then one! That's all I'll say.

Touya Todoroki/Dabi

Partners In Crime-Set It Off

I feel like this also goes without saying!

Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki

I Knew You Were Trouble-Taylor Swift

Yeah this one is obvious too! (These are getting short)

Himiko Toga

Your Love Is My Drug-Ke$ha

THESE ARE SO OBVIOUS AND TOO SHORT IM SORRY! But it's true!

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Build Me Up Buttercup-Lara Anderson

Again just... Yeh! Enjoy!

Rody Soul

Talking To The Moon-Bruno Mars

Yeh yw

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Demons are Just Rumors Pt 2

Demon! Hawks x Male!Reader

Warnings :

Mentions of murder / death , Stalking , Thoughts of Kidnapping , Mind control (mind manipulation? Idk Y/n is going through it tho) , Typical Yandere shit

Let me know if I missed any warnings!

Demons are Just Rumors Pt 2

As the adrenaline of the night passed through him and the outro of his show started to play, y/n fell asleep. The night may have started as a nightmare, but now it was peaceful. Asleep in his room y/n was safe. No one could hurt him here. He could lay asleep in his calm before the storm.

But there was no storm. Just like how there was no demon.

There was only Hawks.

Many a night, though none quite like this, Hawks had spent watching y/n. Keeping him safe from several rooftops away. Tonight though, oh tonight was special.

Here he was, standing in the shadows only a few feet from his precious y/n.

So close he could easily reach out and touch him. Grab him. Take his precious boy far away, somewhere safe. Blame it on him being a bird, or blame it on him being a demon, but Hawks was determined to keep his things safe.

Whether or not they are kept safe in a nest is another thing.

Oh, but y/n in a nest. In Hawks’ nest. Curled up in his blanket. On his pillow. Surrounded by their stuff. It would be a dream come true.

And oh how Hawks loved to make his dreams come true.

But not now.

No, now he would wait. Wait for his sweet little love bird to wake up from his sleep.

Maybe y/n would dream of him.

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Y/n could hardly remember waking up. He didn’t remember walking to work. And he’d be damned if he could figure out how he forgot to grab his phone. The world around him looked the way it does when driving through the rain. Colors and people running together and washing away. Melting out of his sight and mind.

But y/n didn’t care.

He didn’t care that he can’t remember waking up, getting dressed, and walking to work.

If his body wanted to go auto-piolet, that was fine by him.

Y/n drifted through the office, enjoying the sounds. The sounds of keyboards clacking, of the city below, and the whispers. While the world washed away he found a strange comfort in the ambiance. Here y/n sat in a weird reality existing only in part to those around him and in full to those that needed him.

It was all just a part of the job.

“Hey there birdy, glad you could make it!”

Hawks stood out against the melting world. With him front and center, the rest of the world grew slower. Grew duller. Yet the hero stood bright and fast. The only light and love in this swirling gray world was giving y/n his undivided attention.

“Of course!” Y/n couldn’t help his smile. Wide and bright like a kid in a candy store. “Anything for you!”

The hero smirked and motioned y/n to the elevator. The young man followed, not wanting to lose his bit of clarity. His bit of life.

If Hawks was the only thing y/n could see, could touch, could feel, then he was going to have it. He was going to sit with the comfort of clarity.

As the elevator doors locked the duo in a chromium cage y/n couldn’t help but admire the man in front of him.

Y/n had been a fan of the winged hero since his debut, closely following any and all of Hawk's fights. In fact, it was through his hero analysis blog that y/n even got hired at the agency!

Hawks had been his boss for nearly five years now. It was only two months for the hero to notice him. And after that, it was a few days before y/n found his office had moved to the top floor. The workload may have been the same, but his view was so much better.

And not just the city below.

Y/n often stared at the man in front of him. His striking red wings stood tall and proud. Aiming for the sky. He longed to reach out and touch the feathers, each one appearing softer than the last. If y/n didn't know what those feathers could do, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself. Those very wings had helped save hundreds if not thousands of people. But those wings weren’t only a force of peace. They brought down numerous villains. Daily.

Y/n often watched those beautiful red feathers turn sharper than cut glass in seconds. The young hero would slice through villains with his makeshift swords.

Their blood running off the still sharpened blade.

The same beautiful bloodriden red reflected onto every shiny surface in the elevator. The reflections melted away into the rest of the world. Y/n couldn’t help but be sad. He watched as each reflection danced with the colors around it. Until the hero was no longer recognizable. One after another the reflections left. All except for one.

“Y/n?” Hawks’ voice cut through the line of thoughts with as much force as his feathers would a villain. Yet as y/n looked into those golden eyes, the remnants of his mind washed away.

“I know this is above your pay grade, but I need you to play personal assistant for the day.”

—

So maybe Hawks didn’t leave y/n the way he had found him, but what’s the harm in that?

His sweet boy was once again in arms reach, but this time was different.

Y/n had back his smile. He had back adoring look in his eyes.

Hawks would do anything to keep his boy happy, and if that meant a little bit of mind control then so be it.

Anything in the name of love.

[cades-outsider]

Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Beware there is slight smut! Soft Eli!

Mark Me

Hawk, your boyfriend had invited you over for a movie and junk food marathon. You of course said yes, wanting to spend as much time with him as you could.

The night was going splendid until it started pouring down raining, just out of the blew. The wind was super harsh and the rain was coming down almost like ice.

Eli’s mom decided it would be a bad idea if you drove out in the weather like that so she told you it would be okay to stay. You texted your parent(s) and let them know the details and they agreed you shouldn’t be driving in this insane weather.

Both you and Eli were cuddling, though he wanted to lay on your chest his hair kinda got in the way causing you both to giggle. Though he pulled you on his chest and snuggled closer to you.

"Baby can I wear one of your shirts to bed?" You ask politely as you kiss above his jaw.

"Of course you can Princess" Eli says letting you go so you could go into his closet.

You rummage through his closet until you find his green shirt he used to wear a lot when, well he wasn’t Hawk. You slip your pants off, along with your shirt, and your bra because no one likes to sleep in a uncomfortable bra.

You walk out of the closet and see Eli laying on his side, facing you. Once he sees you walk out his eyes almost bulge out of his head. "Wow... my clothes are now owned by you" He smirks as he rolls off the bed and walks over to you.

He slides his hands under your shirt holding onto your sides as he pulls you into a kiss to which you wrap your arms around his neck in response.

His hands slowly trail further until he gets to the outline of where your bra usually would be, Eli pulls away from the kiss his eyes darken.

"Your not wearing a bra?" He questions whilst you smirk cheekily.

"What? They are uncomfortable to sleep in" You say innocently.

Eli groans, sexually frustrated "I’m going to go take a shower... a cold one" He mumbles grabbing a towel from beside you and mopping into his bathroom causing you to giggle.

You run and jump on his bed laying on his back as you wait for him to get out. A few moments later you hear a couple muffled moans coming from the the bathroom over the shower.

You cover your mouth laughing as the moans continue to get louder. You decide to be sneaky so you tip toe to the door and listen in on his moans, trying not to bust out in laughter then and there.

It’s all fun and games until Eli whimpers "Y/n..." he moans as he comes undone.

Your eyes widen as you feel your heart racing, that was the hottest thing you have ever heard and encountered. It made you want to go in the bathroom with him, but you decided to protest against that idea.

You tip toe back onto the bed and lay down, within a few moments later Eli opens the bathroom door walking out with a white towel barley hanging around his waist and his red dyed hair wet and sticking to his face and neck.

Your mouth falls open at the enjoyable sight, I mean he obviously knew what he was doing seeing as he dropped the towel a little each time revealing his V- line.

Eli walks to his mirror and grabs his brush until he looks up and sees you staring at him in the reflection of the mirror. He smirks cheekily as he starts to use the other towel he had around his shoulders to dry his hair off a little.

"Are you going to keep staring? Or what?" He teases as he walks closer to the bed.

You roll your eyes playfully and cover them with your hands "go ahead and change" you say flipping over so you wouldn’t peak.

Eli chuckles and removes his towel, throwing it at you as he slips on some boxers. "Now come here" you demand playfully as you throw his towel back at him, getting it over his head.

He giggles and pulls the towel off of his head, he didn’t do a very good job at drying his hair off because water was still dripping off the ends. Though it was a pretty hot sight to see, no lying.

He crawls onto the bed, crawling on you as he brings his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate you run your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a very needy moan; still turned on, though very sensitive.

You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer, as you tug on his hair a little pushing your lips together firmer.

Eli runs his tongue in the bottom of your lip asking for permission which you let him have, opening your mouth slightly he slips his tongue letting your tongues dance together as he pulls away slowly to pull on your bottom lip; gently sucking.

You moan as he does so now fully turned on, he runs his hands under your shirt and gently rubs your stomach slowly getting closer to your chest.

He kisses down your jaw, biting down gently on your collar bone causing your back to arch into his chest. He taps your stomach asking for permission to touch you as your lips move against each other’s.

You nod your head and moan signaling a yes, Eli kisses down your chest until he gets to your stomach kissing up every time he lifts the shirt up so painfully slow.

He finally pulls the shirt up enough to reveal your naked chest, he places kisses around your breasts avoiding your nipples wanting to tease you.

You whimper as your chest arches as he sucks on the top of your breast, creating a dark hickey. He continues to make hickeys in some sort of letter, you look at your chest to see what that letter was. It was an E, resembling his name; Eli.

You were surprised that he didn’t put an H for Hawk but him marking you with his letter caused your vision to get blurry as you felt yourself becoming so needy to the point where you felt as if you weren’t in control of your own body anymore.

Finally Eli swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing all sorts of pleasure to run through your body. Your reaction causes Hawk to moan at his beautiful Princess.

"You are so stunning baby" He moans into your chest as he switches to the other nipple swirling his tongue around the small bud and gently pulling it with his teeth, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you whimper.

You run your fingers through his hair causing water droplets to fall onto your chest, gasping as your back arches at the cold contact.

Eli kisses down your stomach, he claims you as his as he leaves more darker and bigger hickeys anywhere he could reach while you are a moaning mess underneath him.

He trails the gentle kisses back up to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover yourself of and lays down onto your chest, snuggling his still wet hair into your neck.

"I love you Princess" Eli mumbles as he pulls down the top of your shirt revealing the E he marked onto you.

He traces his fingers over the E noticing how dark it was forming, it wasn’t going away any time soon.

"I love you" You reply breathlessly as you start to slowly drift off to sleep while Eli keeps tracing his markings on you.

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Thank you @peachymelon69 for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!!