#Keigo x Reader

[mirukosbitchywife]

hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[saetoru]

I can’t stop imagining my 2d man leaving me a needy voicemail when I’m not around about how much he misses me as he fucks his fist. Keigo is so whiny, I know he is 😭

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 + 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅

TOKREV VERSION HERE ; JJK VERSION HERE

includes: takami keigo, shindou yo, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki touya

tags: nsfw 18+, afab! reader, masturbation (male + female)

notes: if i don’t get a voicemail like this from dabi i don’t want him anymore

✰ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 whines when your phone goes straight to voicemail again, gritting his teeth and palming his hardened cock through his pants as he fumbles with his phone to call you once more. again, he’s met with your voicemail, and he knows he’s bound to get scolded, but he can’t stop himself as he pulls his stiff, reddened cock from the confinements. he hisses as the cold air hits his pulsing length, and he collects the pre cum weeping from the tip, smearing it with a low whimper. “baby, miss you so bad,” he moans into the phone as his hand wraps around his hardened member, “miss your pussy, miss the way you—fuck—the way you take me.” he squeezes around his swollen tip, long, drawn-out moan bubbling from his throat as he fucks his fist fast, desperate, needy. “need you, need you so much, baby. fuck, need to fuck you,” he whines, hair wet and clinging to his sweaty, heat flushed skin. his balls are heavy and aching, ready to release, and he bites his lips in frustration that it’s not inside your velvety walls. “s-so much work,” he pants, “but i wanna feel you,” keigo rasps, and then there’s the sound of the beep, indicating his time’s up. but he calls you again, determined to leave voicemail after voicemail until you hear him cum for you.

✰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔’s voice is low and raspy as you listen to the voicemail he’s left once more, your fingers slipping into your wet folds as your thumb finds your clit. “baby,” he groans, and you know his hand is vibrating as it strokes his cock, and you miss the way it feels vibrating when he’s knuckles deep in you too. “baby, miss your pussy. miss the way you sound, miss you,” he moans softly, and the squelching sound of his fist dragging up and down his thick length makes your fingers thrust into your folds faster as you mewl. “g-god, fuck—miss that tight fuckin’ pussy. wish i was in you,” he rasps, and when he whimpers quietly, you can almost envision his palm rolling over his swollen tip as it vibrates along his sensitive length. “j-just doesn’t feel the same, no matter what i do,” he whines, erratic pants ringing into your ear through the phone. you’ve heard the voicemail enough times to know he’s about to cum, and so are you as you rub circles frantically along your clit. he chokes on a moan, voice strained as he cums, and as he mumbles a quiet “fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming, baby,” his voice cracking with every few syllables, you whimper as your walls flutter around your fingers too, orgasm ripping through your body. your breaths are in sync with his as he pants, coming down from your highs together, and you wish shindou were here too—because this really isn’t the same.

✰ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 is frustrated—and it’s no surprise, but he’s beyond stressed, and he thinks you need to know about it. he strokes his aching length fast, watching his hand drag up and down the red, angry member as he grunts loudly, head falling back against his chair. his thumb drags along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and his mouth falls open, eyes screwing shut as his abs flex when he wraps his hand tighter around his tip. “fuckin’ tired of no one doin’ shit right,” he growls into the phone, and he chokes on a cry as his palm rolls over the sensitive head, the loud sound of his fist slapping against the base of his dick filling the office room of his agency. “w-wish you were here. could’ve fucked you over this f-fuckin’ table for ‘em all to listen,” he stutters, voice just a bit breathier as he feels his orgasm approaching. his eyes roll back as his hips buck up, needy as he chases his high, and he moans loudly into the speaker of his phone for you to hear as he cums. “f-fuck, wish it was your pussy,” he moans, cock twitching with each rope of cum that shoots from his tip, coating his hand and leaving a mess. he pants erratically as he comes down from his high, eyeing his cum smeared hand before his before letting his head fall back against his chair, growling, “leavin’ early to come home tonight,” into the phone before the line cuts off with a beep.

✰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows you’re asleep, and he knows he shouldn’t have called you at all at this hour, but he wants to hear your voice as he strokes his stiff length languidly. he can’t sleep, needs your warmth beside him and the weight of your figure in his arms, and even his hand doesn’t feel the same as yours as it drags along his painfully hard length. “fuck, sweetheart,” he whimpers, “wish you were here right now. m-miss your touch,” he breathes, and he bites his lip and rolls his eyes to the back of his head as his hand twists around his cock. he sounds so sweet, panting so breathlessly, letting a soft whine fall from his lips when his thumb glides through his weeping slit, and he wishes you’d have just picked up. he can almost hear the gentle praises you’d murmur into the phone, and the thought makes his hips buck up needily into his tight fist. “oh, sh-shit—want you to hear me, w-wish you picked up, baby.” he whines, and his thighs twitch as he feels himself approach his impending orgasm. “s-so close, baby, ‘m so close. g-gonna cum—f-fuck,” he gasps, back arching off the mattress as thick spurts of cum paint his fist and his bare abs white. he pants into the phone pressed against his cheek and shoulder, moaning lowly as he milks himself with a few more strokes. “god, i wish you were here,” he sighs, staring tiredly at the mess he’s left himself to clean up.

✰ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈’s voice through the phone surprises you when it’s breathy and panting harshly against your ear, and you almost think he’s hurt until you make out the squelching sound in the background. there’s a deep grunt before he groans, and you can almost picture his thumb running through his slit and making his body jolt. you feel a familiar heat building up between your legs when he speaks, “f-fuck, doll. need to come back to you, my hand’s not doing it anymore,” he says through a raspy voice. his fist drags up and down his length faster, and you can tell from the way his breath is coming out shorter, how his grunts are almost low whines, how he’s choking on muffled curses that he’s close. “shit, need your pussy so bad,” he groans, and then there’s a choked gasp, and you know he’s cumming. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries, working himself through his orgasm, wet sound of his cock fucking his fist leaving an ache in between your legs as your walls flutter around nothing. you listen as he breathes erratically, picturing his damp hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his cum coated hand as he slumps in exhaustion. “can’t wait to come home, doll,” you hear his smug voice, and you don’t think you can wait long either as your fingers slide past your wet folds.

hope to god none of my moots are reading this train wreck

[obitohno]

first-time dad! keigo who presses his lips to the swollen curve of your stomach with the promise to give his unborn offspring the childhood that he never had.

first-time dad! keigo who tries—and fails—to be subtle with his pandering, often waking you in the middle of the night when your breath pauses for a second too long, brows knitted with worry.

first-time dad! keigo who accompanies you to hospital appointments, and stares at the monitor, glossy-eyed and enamoured by the tiny thump, thump, thump of his baby’s heartbeat.

first-time dad! keigo who, later that night, burrows beneath the covers with you by his side, and dreams of the future that is to come, the spread of his palm warming your skin as he nuzzles at your pulse.

first-time dad! keigo who frequently litters your changing body with affection, the press of his fingers gentle as he tests the weight of your milk-laden breasts, humming an answering moan when you keen the syllables of his name.

first-time dad! keigo who is determined to show you just how much he adores the marks that stretch along the expanse of your hips and the patch of curls that have taken home between your legs now that you can no longer reach to tame them.

first-time dad! keigo who makes love to you on the nights that sleep evades you, chuckling when the mood is broken when he titters a calming symphony that has your unborn babe responding in kind with a swift kick to your ribs.

first-time dad! keigo who taps the tips of his fingers to your belly, irises gleaming the colour of liquid gold with unabashed excitement that renders him giddy, because, fuck, he can’t wait to meet you.

first-time dad! keigo who, despite his meticulous preparations, finds that, actually, he isn’t at all ready for when the day of your child’s birth finally arrives, horror paling his cheeks a worrying shade of white when your waters break.

first-time dad! keigo who looks a little green, overwhelmed with a flurry of mind-reeling emotions when he smoothes away the sweat-soaked hairs that stick to your forehead as the crooks of your fingers tighten around his own, straining as you finally bless him with the perfect bundle of joy.

first-time dad! keigo who, whilst you slip into the arms of slumber, counts ten tiny fingers and ten minuscule toes before he’s then blinded by his own affections that roll down the apples of his cheeks in rivets, a singular droplet landing on the tip of a perfectly small nose.

first-time dad! keigo who brushes his lips to the wisps of those finely curled hairs that match the colour of his own, greedily inhaling the new scent of life that intermingles with the taste of freshly fed milk. and there, he whispers a promise of an unconditional love that wasn’t gifted to him until the day he met you.

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[yanderenightmare]

could we ask about what hawks is like in bed? 👉👈 please

Hawks - Takami Keigo

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, yandere

NEEDY DOM

Keigo is a neutral type of guy most days, but he'll take and take like it’s his god-given right to.

He’ll demand you be on his every beck and call.

He’ll expect you to be in the kitchen cooking for him, for you to smile and giggle when he nuzzles into the nook of your neck while you stand and stir the pot to his chicken soup. All the while he's humping into you from the back, hands fingering the string to your cute housewife apron, placing kisses on your neck. Your daily marking.

He'll expect you to come and greet him at the door with a big smile and a sparkle in your eyes, hug him close with a kiss to his cheek while taking his jacket from him and welcoming him home, asking him how his day was, what villains he took down, fuss over what scars he’s collected, guiding him inside to the heavenly smell of dinner waiting for him.

He expects the traditional domestic dream. For you to be the perfect sweet housewife waiting for your husband to come back home from work. Seeing to his every need, cooking and cleaning and prancing about in your poofy wide-skirt dresses, apron-clad with a pretty bow tying it together at the small of your back. Stripping it on command. 

Be aware. If you think chores and expectations are the worst of what you’ve got in for yourself... you’re dearly mistaken.

Being peppered in kisses and thrown about in his arms is just as normal as noticing his feathers lifting up your skirt when your prance around the house.

Keigo’s hungry gaze lingers on your every move. The hormonal animal is a horny spaz all day long, but he’s absolutely feral in those needs when his rut rolls around.

You can smell it in the air when you should start worrying.

Talons rip apart your thin lingerie, tugging at your body, forcing you beneath him to meet his every sharp thrust as he pounds mercilessly with a desperate resolution into your poor pussy.

His wings, frayed and static, hunched in dominance on his back. Hair wild with eyes just as livid. Pinning you down in a bruising fashion. Allowing you no ounce of movement, growling at you when you try something as innocent as shifting for comfort.

Keeping you still until he’s emptied himself fully inside you, fucked you good and thorough, bred you unconscious.

[amaya-writes]

Day One: And Then There Was One...Bed (BNHA x Reader Smut)

Day One of Amaya's New Year's Event

Summary: After a tiring day assisting your hero at the commission's Christmas party all you wanted to do was collapse in your hotel room and sleep the night away, however, things take a surprising turn when you find out each agency was only given one room...with one bed.

Warnings: smut!!! NSFW, MDNI!! sub Hawks, oral (both receiving), raw sex, dom reader, dom Aizawa, use of words like kitten, fingering

Characters involved: Hawks, Aizawa

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You shouldn't be doing this.

A small smile tugged on your lips as you allowed your fingers to card through his feathers, the action eliciting a shiver from your pro hero as he leaned further into your touch.

The sight made your grin widen as you felt Keigo trail his hot fingers across the swell of your ass, causing you to softly grind against his touch as you allowed yourself a quick peck before completely pulling away from him.

"We really shouldn't be doing this, Keigo."

Other pro heroes would have taken your words as a reason to stop and never look you in the eyes again, but Keigo was different. He was young. You and stupid and everything you thought you left behind after graduating from UA.

And he was needy. So, so needy.

It was why he allowed a small whine to slip past his lips as Keigo's grip tightened on your bare skin.

Stay, he said. And you listened.

You listened even if you knew better than to kneel between your pro hero's legs and slot his dripping cock between your lips, you listened even if you knew a pro hero's position wasn't between his side kick's legs sucking at her core.

Low groans and moans echoed through the hotel room as the two of you made love to each other. Because that was what this was. Not random sex, but making love.

He caressed your body with the hands of worship and you tainted him with a sinner's touch.

Keigo was clumsy, and clearly didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't have had sex more than a handful of times, not with the commission breathing down his neck day and night, but he was eager. Eager and so ready to learn.

He didn't say anything when you tugged at his blond strands and pushed his mouth close to your core. He didn't protest when you told him to sit up against the headboard and climbed on his lap.

The only sound that escaped his lips were moans of pleasure as he egged you on with his words.

Don't stop. So you didn't. Let me cum for you. So you let him.

You wanted to be meaner, to pull away at the last second and make him whine for your touch. But you couldn't. Not when he was looking at you like you hung the sun in the sky.

He looked at you with the eyes of worship, you looked at him like you wanted to severe his faith.

Nobody would know about what transpired between the two of you that night. But nobody needed to know.

Because Keigo Takami might have been the powerful number two hero to the rest of Japan, but to you, he was the pro hero who fell to his knees for his side kick.

Even if it was just for a night.

Aizawa Shouta

It'll be fine he said. We're mature adults who can handle ourselves, he said. I'll be asleep even before you realise it, he said.

Yeah, right.

Aizawa Shouta might have been a pro hero who prided himself on his self-restraint and poise, but the way his lips trailed hickeys down your neck while his fingers curled into the waistband of your pyjamas certainly made it seem otherwise.

It had been hours since the two of you first stumbled into your hotel room tired and ready to collapse, but neither of you had gotten a wink of sleep since the second you lied down beside each other.

At first, he had used the blaring red 2:00 am on the hotel's alarm clock as an excuse to strike up a conversation about how both of you wouldn't be able to get any work done the next day if you didn't sleep.

Then came the cuddling because it was cold enough for you to feel like your toes were going to fall off.

But somewhere between the clock striking three and your lips find his, the two of you had found yourself tangled in each other's limbs with a salacious need gnawing at your mind.

This was wrong. Both of you knew it was.

Pro heroes weren't supposed to spend their nights with their fingers stuffed into their side kick's pussy. And side kick certainly were supposed to jerk off their heroes at three in the morning.

Especially not when you were on a trip organized by the hero commission and in a hotel surrounded by dozens of heroes who could easily hear you through the thin walls.

But neither of you seemed to care much about that. Not when every fibre of your being just screamed for that delicious release.

"Shouta- I-"

You wanted to say something, anything at all. But it was hard to do anything but muffle your moans in the pillow beside your head when Aizawa was curling his fingers up into you so perfectly.

"It's okay."

He placed a chaste kiss on your jawline as he spoke, causing a small smile to tug on your lips.

"You ready to go all the way, kitten?"

You silently nodded along to his question, allowing your hand to fall limp around his length just as you felt his hand pull away.

As you watched Shouta shift so that he could tower over you with one hand pressed into the mattress and the other stroking his leaking cock, you couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of yearning consume you.

It made you whine in annoyance at the lack of his touch, a sound that elicited a chuckle from Aizawa as he reached down to finally slide his tip inside you. And then more, and more, until you could feel him bottoming out with a loud groan that drowned out your own moans.

The mattress squeaked below the two of you as you felt him began to pull out and slide back in at a painfully slow pace.

"Shouta!"

This time your call was one of desperation, the sound making him smirk against your neck as he trailed kisses down your hot skin.

"Be patient."

"But-"

He pulled away from your neck at the weak protest, choosing to stare at you with a raised eyebrow even as his hips rolled against yours.

"Trust me, kitten, I know what I'm doing."

He dropped down to place a quick peck on your lips as he spoke, the gesture causing a small smile to tug at the corner of your lips as you silently watched Aizawa reposition himself above you.

"Now, let your pro hero take care of you."

[bea-does-stuff]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 305

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘋𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴

₊˚✩彡 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

He’s not gonna outright ask you, that's not his style, or more specifically, he’s too embarrassed to. Dabi’s scars sometimes hurt, he’ll just wake up and feel pain all over his body, this usually happens when he’s burning, so snuggling up to you was perfect to him, since you were like a block of ice compared to him.

Usually you're able to tell when he wants attention or love, but if you don’t realise, he’ll try to give you hints that he wants affection, typically by saying things like “Baby, y’know i’m not around often, might as well do something” or “Are you just gonna ignore me?” 

One day however, he worked up the courage to try and y“Hey, um, I was wondering if you wanted to…” he paused, all your focus was on him, which only embarrassed him more.

After a few seconds of silence, he simply picked you up with no warning, the sight of shock on your face making him chuckle, he plopped you on the couch as and then wrapped his arm around you waist as he pulled you in and laid his head on your shoulder 

“Y’know dabi, you could’ve just asked me for cuddles” you laughed “Shut up.”

₊˚✩彡 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

This man is an attention whore, let’s face it. Whenever he gets home from work, all he wants to do is cuddle you until you both fall asleep, and he isn’t shy to admit it

If for some reason you reject his offer to cuddle, he will take it VERY personally, he’ll cup your cheeks and say “do you not love me anymore?” while pouting like a kicked puppy

If you still won’t budge, it will actually start to hurt him, did he do something wrong? Eventually he’ll get your attention one way or another, so prepare yourself..

He’ll poke you with his feathers, nuzzle you with his nose, just ANYTHING that will annoy

When you finally agree he  immediately pounces on you and gently wraps his arms and wings around you 

“about time.. Y’know i need my cuddles” 

[katsuphilia]

𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, takami keigo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.

Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.

He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.

You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.

Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.

“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”

“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.

“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”

“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”

“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.

“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.

“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.

You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.

His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.

Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)

Y/n seriously come on (read)

You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)

He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.

Clingy.

He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.

And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.

“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”

“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”

“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.

“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.

“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”

“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.

“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.

“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.

“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”

“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.

“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.

“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.

“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.

“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.

“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.

“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.

“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”

“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.

“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.

“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.

After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.

“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.

“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.

“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.

“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”

“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.

“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.

Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.

He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.

“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.

“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.

“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.

“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.

“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.

“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.

“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”

“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.

“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

Takami Keigo’s tired.

Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.

He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.

But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.

“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.

“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.

“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.

“Oh no, we’re not hav—”

“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”

“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.

“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.

“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.

Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.

Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.

Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.

“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.

“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.

“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.

“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.

“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.

“I love you too.”

“Enough to make me dinner?”

“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.

[saetiate]

i gave you that necklace because i love you!!!

Content and warnings: hawks x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied, goes by she/her, and is referred to as a woman. yandere hawks, possible dark content. he mind controls you and gets off on it. dom!hawks, sub!reader, teasing. toys, possible semi-public sex (you fuck in his glass office but no one is around), oral (f receiving), creampie, some plot but not really. pet names: hawks calls you dove. Words: 3475 A/N: this was initially part of my kinktober 2022 but it was late!!

Hawks cannot believe how well his plan went.

After nights of flying to the roof across your apartment, days of dropping his feather in your bag so he could track you, a friend from hero support gave him something special. He gave you, his trusting little secretary, a necklace as a gift, and asked that you never take it off. Though a little confused, you thanked him and complied with no complaint.

He was shocked, filled with the glee that comes from events being followed through perfectly. Because at the back was a clasp the shape of a circle, which connects itself to the bottom of your skull, to the brain stem.

After three days, Keigo sent just one piece of information to your brain. Like good mind control equipment, the thought isn’t loud in your head, but like a suggestion, a subtle change to you and your environment. First, was the sudden growing warmth of your body, which quickly subsided after a few minutes.

After another two days, it was the sensitivity of your breasts. You could feel the material of your bra brushing against your nipples more acutely than usual. A little forward of him, but to your naivety, you shook it off.

After another day, already addicted to your reactions and knowing it’s him that causes it, he causes you to feel slick in the middle of the day. Keigo watches through his glass wall at the way your eyes widen, your thighs pressing together. You grip the table for a moment and take deep breaths, then quickly resume back to your work.

Since then, he activates the device for a few minutes every few hours of your day. It gets more frequent, more intense. You excuse yourself to the bathroom more often to clean yourself up, sometimes touch yourself. You can barely wait to go home, to finally be in the comfort of your bed so that you can take the vibrator out of your drawer. You wake up in the middle of the night, heart beating fast and thighs shut tight.

It’s Keigo who sits in his own home, touching himself and forcing you to feel that arousal, almost as punishment for making him think about you. He imagines your tight skirt, undoing the buttons of your shirt… He fists his cock at 2AM in the morning and thinks, “she should feel it too”.

Finally, he can’t take it. He sits at his desk again in the morning, playing with the device and thinking to himself, “How far can this thing go?”. He plants the suggestion for you to work late tonight, despite how aroused you are. That you suddenly feel you must take care of the work that’s piled up from you leaving early the last few weeks.

He watches you, from his floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Watches as every staff member leaves and bids you goodbye. Watches as your thighs clench and you bite your lip, trying to focus on the screen. You even go to unbutton the top button of your shirt, to relieve yourself from the heat your body is making.

As the lights get darker in the office, leaving just his and yours, he inputs one last suggestion: Ask Hawks for help.

It enters your mind, and he knows immediately what you’re ‘thinking’. For help from him on the situation. The situation that has you having less and less good orgasms. That can’t just be satisfied by your vibrator.

He pretends that he doesn’t see it in the corner of his eye, the way your legs are wobbling as you stand, the way you brace yourself for every possible response he could have, your deep breaths before you open the door.

“H-,” you clear your throat, “Hawks-san-”

“Please, I’ve said before, call me Keigo.” His smile is bright, easy-going. It makes it easier for you to say what you want to say, but doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

“I- um. I know that you’ve told me… to come to you. If I, ah, if I need anything at all? Even if it’s strange?”

He lets you finish your sentence, relishes in the way you struggle to speak, your face flushed with arousal, your embarrassment.

“Of course. I’m here for you, with whatever you need.”  

“Well, um…,” you shift your weight either side of your feet. “I’m having… problems.”

“Oh, what sort of problems?” He can hardly contain his smile, resting his chin against his hand.

“It’s… I’m having trouble, ah, feeling good?”

“Feeling good? What do you mean?” His feigned innocence is artful, and for a moment, he considers whether he should’ve been an actor instead.

“Ah, please… Please feel free to say no! I don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you, or you have to help me.”

He laughs. “I know my boundaries, dove. I won’t just abide by you.” His wink makes you shy.

“I-I’ve been very, a-aroused lately… I don’t know what came over me! It just happened, and I can’t make it go away… And I don’t know what to do.”

Your eyes on the ground make you fail to notice his dark smirk, his all-knowing gaze, and his mind running wild with what he wants to do to you.

“Of course I’ll help you, little dove.” Your head swishes up, eyes bright.

“Really? Thank you, Keigo-san!”

“Just Keigo is fine, darling.” He rolls his chair back, gesturing to you. “Come stand here.”

“H-Here? In the office?”

 His head tilts. “Wouldn’t you like your help right now?”

“But… anyone could come in and see.”

“No one’s gonna come to the office at this time,” he chuckles, “who wants to work on a Friday at 10PM?”

You hesitate for a moment, but under the thick fog of your arousal, and the slick you can feel still dripping from your core, you step forward. Letting him eye you up and down, you fiddle your fingers in the silence.

“You’re real pretty. You know that, doll?” He leans back, and your eyes for a moment go to his thick thighs spread across the chair, big hands against his armrest.

Keigo brings his chair right up to you, your body is trapped between his legs, no running from him. He brings his hands to the outside of your legs, just under your skirt.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, and his cologne is intoxicating, his minty breath, you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You don’t know why it’s him, but your body aches for him, wants him, needs him.

“Yes, please Keigo, I want this. I want you.”

He smiles wide, lets his hands run up and down your legs. “Good girl.”

He slides your skirt down your body slowly. Your panties are only in view for a moment, before your shirt falls to hide it, but Keigo sees clearly the way it sticks to you, the dampened material making his mouth water. You step out of the skirt that’s pooled to the floor, kicking it to the side.

Your now-bare thighs are for his perusal, warm skin under his calloused hands. He moves his hands up and down, thumbs brushing against your inner thigh so teasingly that almost has you begging.

“Mm, little dove… how long have you been having this problem for? Hmm?” He presses his thumb on the junction of your inner thigh. “You’re soaked.”

He knows. Knows that he’s embarrassing you, that the way your hands play with your buttons and you can’t bare to look at him is because he got you here, wet and waiting for him.

“I-,” you don’t have the words to explain what came over you when you don’t even know. Is it something to do with your period cycle? Just your body demanding things?

You stop thinking as he raises his hands to the top of your shirt, unbuttoning just enough so that only one button holds your sanity, and prevents you from possibly being seen half-naked by someone.

When your head turns back to check, he immediately brings it back forward forcibly. “Shh, dove. No one’s gonna see, yeah? I’ll make sure of it.” His hands bunch your shirt up higher, and he whistles low. “You wear this pretty lingerie for me?”

You gulp, his hands on your skin feel like heaven, his breath over your clothed cunt feels like you’re so close to relief and so far at the same time. “Keigo…” you breath, your hands still gripping the edge of the table tight. He decides to be nice, doesn’t make you say it, and instead presses a kiss against your clothed cunt. He dHe decides

You inhale sharply, you want to touch him, you want to touch him so bad, but he hasn’t said you can, and you don’t know why you know you shouldn’t? Hawks is smiling at the fact that you’re such a good girl for not, that you follow orders so easily. He likes you like this, all obedient, no matter how it happened. He rewards you for it, pulls your panties down and they land on the floor with a plop. He lifts you slightly so you’re sitting on the edge of the table, forces you to spread your legs with his hands.

“What a pretty pussy,” he chuckles low, watching your slick dripping from your pussy to the table and onto the floor. “You’re making a mess.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, flustered.

He smirks, but doesn’t comment further, diving into your pussy, a loud, broken mouth eliciting from your mouth. And this is what he’s been waiting for, to have you pliant underneath him, begging for his touch and tongue.

You can’t even hold yourself up anymore, back falling slowly onto the expanse of the table, thighs shaking despite it having been only maybe a minute that he’s been between your legs. The pleasure of your wrung-out arousal borders on pain, your core throbbing against his tongue. And he can feel it, feel the way your clit pulses under nis tongue. You’re so wet that the slick he can’t swallow down drips down his chin, down to the floor.

“Keigo! Feels so good, so good,” and he knows, that any stimulation that isn’t from your own hands or toys must feel like heaven right now. That his strong tongue lapping your folds intensively is the product of his own greed for you. His plan worked perfectly. He revels it when your back arches at a swirl he does against your clit, the pants and gasps of your breath fogging up the glass walls.

You get to the edge much quicker than you expect, your thighs tensing, the band inside of you tightening. Your body is hot, hands begging for reprieve against Hawks’ table. All you can think is you should’ve asked him sooner, that you knew he was so willing to help you, so good at it, you would’ve been able to have this daysago. This growing arousal inside of you, your mind going blank as his stubble brushes against your inner thighs, his hair falling against you. Your senses are acute and you wanna cum so bad.

“I-Can I? Can I come? Please, please Keigo, I wanna come, I-,”

“Mm, of course, dove, I’m here to help.” his mouth moves over your cunt, tongue only stopping for the moments he’s speaking. The pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves increases, he coaxes the orgasm out of you, like he knows exactly what you need.

And you cum, you come hard, the intensity wracks your brain and there’s nothing but his tongue against your cunt and the pressure inside of you releasing. Your whole body tenses, a series of sobs and whines coming out of your mouth at the satisfaction.

He watches you, carefully, wants to watch more, but he knows he needs to use this opportunity. When your eyes are still closed from the aftershocks of your orgasm, he quickly inputs another suggestion. That you’re desperate for his cock, that you want nothing but to be filled by him.

After another minute, your thighs relax and your eyes widen. You grab him in a way he doesn’t expect, pulling his pants towards you and feverishly unbuttoning them.

“Whoa, dove,” he presses his hands to your thighs, “we got time, just relax.”

“I-I need it, I need you so bad. Wan’ your cock in me now,” your babbles are plenty and he chuckles, letting you bring your hand inside his pants and watching as you freeze, hand wrapped around his clothed cock.

He’s big, you know it as you squeeze him, you nervously bring your hand against his pubic hair and into his underwear. It’s so big that even after all the prep and how wet you are, in the back of your mind, you’re a little worried about taking it. But you take it out anyways, bending down and bringing your mouth over it.

He moans, deep and dark, and to you, it’s the hottest sound in the world. His hands go to your hair, pressing your mouth down and pulling your haair back up, your tongue lathering over him has him thrusting into your mouth.

You only do so for a few minutes before he’s bringing you up to lie down on the table, spreading your legs around his wide figure.

“Thought you wanted my cock inside of you, dove?” His gold eyes take in your whole body under him, the rise and fall of your chest, your hair a mess behind your head.

“Yeah, K-Keigo, I want… want your cock,” your smile is delirious, and he takes the opportunity to make his visual better, unclasping your bra and pulling it down your chest.

“Keigo, please. ‘Want you now, please just fuck me.” The timid, soft secretary is gone. You no longer care about if people walk in, if anyone sees you. The only thing in your brain is his cock, to have him, to be fucked by him and filled by him.

He made you like this, the thought making him harder as he presses the head of his cock against your cunt, watching the way it opens up for him as he teases you. Your usually-anxious work-filled mind is blank because of the device around your neck, the one that keeps him in control without you knowing about it. And he’s grateful, especially as he slides into you and you moan wantonly under him, that the woman he’s been wanting for months is now wetter than he has ever seen in his life. The woman who he’s seen get flired with by other staff, that he’s watched tighten her thighs underneath her desk, is now begging him for his cock.

“Keigo, mm, so full,” you’re grabbing onto him, on his hands, his arms.

“Your pussy is so good, dove.” It’s thrilling, to hear your boss so vocal. “‘S so tight around me. Suckin’ me in.” His deep voice makes you slick up his cock even more, tightening up around him as he brings a thumb over your nipple.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had. Oh, that’s it. Sing for me as I fuck this cunt.” His cock enters you slowly, his hands over your breasts distracting you from the careful line of pleasure and pain that you balance on. It takes minutes for him to fully sheathe himself inside, the head of him pressing against your cervix makes you see stars. He moans deep, chestreverberating as his balls slap against your ass, fingers gripping your thighs tight.

“’m gonna fuck you like you’ve been begging for, dove. Gonna make sure you can’t live without this cock.” He mumbles it against your neck before he starts to slam into you, your screams echoing against the walls with the slap of skin and sweat.

“What a good fuckin’ cocksleeve, so fucking warm. I should make this cunt milk me every fuckin’ day. Would ya like that, dove?” His cock feels like it’s carving into your pussy, like he’s the last cock that you’ll ever take, like it’s made for him. You can barely respond with a “yes” and “please”, moaning wantonly, head hanging off the other side of the table before he pulls you back towards him. You’re helpless underneath him, your hands flail, grabbing on to both him and the table. Your slick spurts from the impact against your thighs.

“Oh! Keigo, Keigo, it’s so big, so good,” your mind and words jumble together, not sure what you’re thinking and what you’re saying or both. He responds to it, fingers spreading around either side of his cock to gather the wetness, before tapping on your clit. Your body reels towards him, the pleasure both too intense and not enough. The words coming out of your mouth just become a series of “ah-ah” and “please” and “Keigo!”. And listening to your voice just gets him harder, makes his hips smack against your thighs harder. The sick feeling of knowing he created this outcome for himself, that he’s fully in control makes sweat drip down his back.

You don’t know, but he’s waiting for it. Because he knows one of the first commands he’s ever implemented in your little, pliant mind. That your orgasms around his cock are the best you’ll ever have. That nothing will ever compare to it.

He cements his need in your life. Your pussy squeezes around him hard, puts him right on the edge too, but he holds on. Because he wants to feel you.

“Come around me, dove. I know you can do it.” His thumb runs circles around your clit, your slick making it easy and slippery. You feel the way your thighs tighten, your heartbeat rapid in your chest.

You squeeze him for all he’s worth, he moans in tandem with you, gripping you so hard to stop himself from cumming but you don’t seem to notice, head thrown back and in ecstasy, your mouth open in a silent scream. The orgasm wracks through you, from your core to the rest of your body, everything tensing. It’s never been like this before, not with your vibrator or anyone else. It’s like every nerve in your body explodes in pleasure.

It lasts minutes, you don’t move, you don’t even know if you breathe properly. He chuckles above you, slowly continuing to fuck you in and out, his fingers never leaving your clit. Your pussy is a vice around him, making him hiss as he rides out your pleasure, your body jolting under him.

When you come down, the first thing you notice is your hands gripping his arms so tight. Your body finally relaxes, taking deep breaths in. Only your heart rate in your ears slows down very little, which is when you realize he’s still going, fingertips tapping your clit. You try to scream, but it comes out small, a little noise that doesn’t compare to the slap of skin and the dirty noise of your cum moving with his cock. You try to tell him, you try so hard but it just comes out in babbles of nonsense, your arms trying to get his attention with the little energy you have.

The only response you get is him moving his hand from your clit to your thigh, pushing both legs back to either side of your ears. And you don’t know when you’ve been this flexible, but in the malleability of your body and mind, it’s somehow possible.

You didn’t know he was holding back, don’t realize how much he was focusing on your pleasure until he starts fucking you harder and faster than before. Your moans are uncontrollable, your mouth open for any sound. Your mind only knows the feeling of overstimulation, of his cock continuing to press into your raw cunt and cervix. You have no control under him, he presses your legs down until he slides once-twice- into you and then he comes, a beautiful moan coming out of him as he paints your walls white.

He slowly pushes in and out of you until he’s fully spent, aware of the sweat surrounding both of you. He almost collapses on the chair behind him, relaxing and basking in his afterglow.

“That was…” your tongue is dry in your mouth, “amazing.”

“Yeah, dove?” His response is surrounded by deep breaths, his hands going to your pussy and pressing them together and apart until he watches his pearly white cum drip slowly out of you.

“Ohh, fuck,” he almost gets hard again at the sight, but decides he doesn’t want to drain you too much. After all, he’s always got control of you now.

And even if he doesn’t? Well, he’ll find another way.

-

thank you for reading! masterlist

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Pairing: Keigo Takami x reader

Summary: when you started writing online erotica about your boss, you had been under the strict impression that he would never, ever find out about it.

Warning: Smut, vaginal fingering, degradation, praise, slight public-sex, Language, Hawks deserves his own warning

Word Count: 2.3k

Part 2

The phone rang.

For a secretary, one may have thought this to be a completely normal occurrence, just as you did now. It never would have occurred to you that this particular phone call would be anything but.

So when you picked it up, you answered in your usual, well-mannered tone, completely devoid of any sort of concern. "If this is about the Hero Billboard Chart event then your seat has been reserved and I've requested that it be close to Endeavor."

The laugh of your boss echoed down the line. "Thanks, lovebird, but that's actually not what I'm calling about." He paused, leaving the crackle of empty static in your ear. "Would you mind coming up to my office for a sec?"

"Oh, uh, yes I'll be there right away."

Usually, you were quite good at your job.

You were responsible and efficient, taking on tasks diligently without fault. There was only one unplanned vacation day on your record, taken only as a result of some unforeseen food sickness that left you slumped on your bathroom floor for most of the afternoon.

Still, after you had been able to pry your body away from the safety of your toilet, you had gone back to bed, opened your computer, and reorganized some meetings so your boss had the maximum amount of free time.

He was probably why you enjoyed your job so much, or at least was a big part of it.

Hawks, true to his image, was very laid back and lenient. He met your hard work and determination with praise, a huge comparison to some of the other famous names you had worked under.

This worked as continual motivation to please him, hoping to make his life easier in return for his kindness. Thankfully, he was forgiving, brushing past the meaningless mistakes that many egotistic administrators would've relished in punishing.

So when he had called you into his office without telling you why, the only thing running through your buzzing mind was that you had something very, very wrong.

Mentally replaying through all your actions from the past week, you searched for anything that might've warranted a reprimand and came up completely blank.

You stepped into the elevator, grazing your ID through the scanner device and selecting your preferred floor.

Nervous energy was beginning to simmer in your stomach, growing more intense with every level you passed on the way to the top.

With a ding, you were released into the corridor leading to the same room you visited every morning. Those sessions were usually on your own accord, nothing but a quick catch-up on whatever important party or conference Hawks was supposed to attend.

Of course, he would ask you up here if there was something specific that he needed accomplished at that very moment, but you couldn't ignore the small twitch of intuition that this was different somehow.

Walking down the hall, you acknowledged the fact that you were probably just being nervous over nothing, simply anxious from the negative outcomes that were buzzing around your mind.

After taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on the faded glass of your boss' office. A distracted mumble of confirmation could be heard through the walls and you took it as a pass to enter.

You walked in, eyes immediately flashing to the man in front of you for any signs of external indignation.

He was staring fixedly on his phone, attentively scrolling through an unseen article with his legs propped on the surface of his desk.

All in all, he seemed relatively normal, giving you the minuscule confidence to make yourself known. "You needed something?"

At the sound of your voice, Hawks looked up, allowing a recognizably easygoing smile to spread across his features as he slid his boots off the table. "Yeah, thanks for coming. Would you mind taking a seat?"

You nodded, but the ball of anxiety in your stomach exploded at his words. Nothing good had ever come after that statement.

The next inquiry did nothing to help either. "So, do you know why you're here?"

Beginning to pick at the skin in between your fingernails, you shook your head. "No, not really. Did I do something wrong? An error in one of my reports or something like that?"

"Not at all! Your work here is great." He complimented, waving off your concerns. "However, I do have to bring up a tiny problem regarding your social media."

"My social media?" Hawks nodded at the question. "I'm not really on it. I mean, I have some of the popular apps and stuff, but I don't post anything."

He hummed, tilting his head in feigned confusion. "Not even online erotica about me?"

The blood drained from your face.

You watched in utter horror as he swiveled his phone around, revealing the welcome screen of your very own Tumblr profile.

Words were failing you. You doubted that your voice would work at all if you even tried, but Hawks seemed more than willing to break the silence.

"This one's my favorite. I mean, seventeen thousand likes?" He scrolled to your most recent post and let out a low whistle. "Pun intended, I'm more of a Twitter guy myself, but I'm pretty sure that's impressive, yeah?"

The muscle in your chest was beginning to thump harder and harder. With his acute sense of hearing, you were almost sure he could hear its beat amidst the quiet. "I... I don't-"

"And the tags are even better!" Hawks turned the screen around in his direction once more. "I quote, now tell me if I get anything wrong, hashtag 'I want this man to rail me until I can't walk.'"

In your defense, you hadn't written about Hawks since he had hired you.

The first post had been a sleep-deprived, most likely horny result of your crush on the winged hero. You hadn't even thought it was all that good.

But the internet disagreed.

They came flocking to your sweet words like bees, pollinating your page with likes, reposts, and motivating comments. Their approval worked as motivation, pressure to keep feeding the masses in unneeded media.

When you had been offered the secretarial position here, you had obviously stopped, but you just couldn't find it in yourself to delete the account.

Hours of hard work spent writing and scouting Google for synonyms was just too hard to let go of. Not to mention the readers who genuinely enjoyed your content would have it deleted without a proper explanation.

You had kept it up, leaving your account to slowly become untouched, even if your attraction to the pro increased steadily during the span of these past few months.

Besides, there was no way anyone could connect it to you, right?

Wrong, apperently.

So fucking wrong.

"I've gotta say, you're quite the little writer. I would've said your talents lay in haggling me out of meetings, but this is some good stuff."

Your eyes shot up at his words in shocked dismay. "You read them?"

Golden irises darkened, fixed in your direction in a way that made you squirm. "All of them."

Hot tears began to brim at the corner of your eyes. You willfully pushed them back, hoping to retain what minuscule specs of self respect you had left.

Pushing back the chair, you stood up, offering him a polite bow in refusal to meet his gaze. "I guess I'll go collect my things. Thank you for the opportunity."

"What?"

The confusion in his tone made you look up in surprise. "Aren't I being fired?"

He furrowed his brows, offering you an unreadable expression. "Fire you?"

You nodded at his question, trying to ignore the glimmer of hope creeping into your train of thought. "Well, um, I just thought that-"

"Sit down."

The authority behind his voice had you immediately in compliance. You watched him slowly stand up and make his way over to you, the already established power dynamic reinstated physically.

He placed his hands on the arms of your chair, effectively caging your body between them. "Writing porn online about your boss? A termination would probably be letting you off easy."

Your heart dropped.

Did I commit a felony?

There's no way, right?

There can't be.

I mean, yeah sure, the commission's super uptight about his image, but people write shit online about the heroes all the time, so it can't be that bad.

I hope...

"Did you mean it?"

You glanced up in confusion. "Mean what?"

Cocking an eyebrow, he offered you a smirk that reeked of self-satisfaction. "Did you really spend all that time daydreaming about how good my cock would feel inside you?"

Your mind went blank at his words. There was nothing you could focus on besides the warmth his voice was sparking in your core.

This couldn't be happening. You had to be drunk or asleep or something.

He raised a hand to softly cup your jaw, eyes boring into yours in anticipation. "Listen, sweetheart, you have to let me know this is okay first or I'm gonna stop."

Gaze trailing downward, you line of sight shot

"Please don't." You breathed. He quickly backed away, but you made a grab for his hands in realization. "Fuck, I-I mean don't stop, please don't stop. You can... I want you to keep going, please."

Hawks scanned your expression for any sort of hesitation, finding nothing but desire hidden behind a thick veil of shame and embarrassment.

An impish grin materialized across his face and Hawks resumed his previous position, confining you into the chair with muscled biceps. You gasped when he lifted his right leg, pushing it in between your thighs.

Dexterous fingers began to slowly undo the buttons of your blouse. "I'll admit, you're pretty good at writing about me, but I can promise that the real thing is a lot better."

Intimidating could be a word to describe him, sure, but never like this.

After pulling open your shirt, Hawks tugged down the strap of your bra. The cold air hit your chest and you stiffened in shyness under the heat of his stare.

He nudged your averted gaze upward with the tip of his finger, allowing you to see the affection and lust swimming in his expression. Golden eyes met your own before his mouth crashed against yours.

The kiss trailed downward as he began to pepper your neck and exposed collarbone with his lips, sucking on the skin as his hands moved up to rub your breasts.

You began to unconsciously roll your hips against his thigh, squirming in desperation. He immediately took notice, giving your nipple a soft pinch.

A low whine fell from your throat when he removed his leg from in between yours.

"So needy." Hawks clicked his tongue, voice laced with imitated disapproval.

You watched his hand move to slip underneath your skirt, hooking a finger into the fabric of your underwear and pulling it to the side. A sharp exhale fell past your lips as his breath hit your core.

He ran a finger through your slit, eyes wide in satisfaction at the wetness that followed.

"Always getting here on time, always so polite. What a good girl." He cackled, slowly inserting a finger into you and pumping it experimentally. "Who knew you were such a slut?"

His thumb found your clit, rubbing the bud and drawing a soft moan from your lips. "It doesn't matter very much to me though, as long as you're mine."

The movement of hands came to a slow as he reached behind himself to grab something. "In fact, why don't you show me? Since you seemed so keen on it before."

"What?" You breathed, aching for the pleasure he had just taken away.

"I wanna hear how much of a slut you are for me." He held out his phone, allowing you to see the faintly lit screen of your writing profile. "I want to hear every sentence your perverted little mind has conjured up about me. You stop talking and I stop fucking you with my fingers, understood?"

Allowing him to press the device into your hands, you nodding, silently begging for him to continue.

You started to speak, voice wobbling with every syllable. His movement hung off every one of them, motions led by the fantasy you narrated.

"His touch was like fireworks against her skin, still cold from the evening air."

Every word added to your personal humiliation, but it was an evil you would gladly endure if that meant feeling like this.

"He added another finger." He did as you said, causing you to gasp at the added pressure. "Fuck, Hawks!"

"Keigo, sweetheart."

"Kei-"

With a curl of his fingers, the last syllable of his name fizzled away into low groan. "Almost there, princess, you've got it."

He was right.

This was so much better than anything you could've ever come up with.

The words that fell from your mouth soon turned to a puddle of moans. They blurred together on the screen as bliss flooded your mind, replacing any coherent thought with pure need.

Pleasure coursed through your limbs with every thrust of his fingers, edging you closer and closer to the brim of ecstasy. A few more moments and you pushed past it.

The phone fell from your shaking hands as you unraveled in his.

Hawks tenderly soothed you down from your high, softly continuing to caress your overstimulated clit before removing his hand from under your skirt.

"Request the day off tomorrow, yeah?" He pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, sending you a devilish grin. "I'm taking you up on that hashtag once we get off and you're definitely gonna need it."

[namjoon-koya]

Hello, how are you? i would like to ask if you could do a imagine if you don't mind with hawks please where he gave him one of his feathers and at some point he starts to feel an extra heartbeat and realizes that she's pregnant, but no one even knew the reader with fluff please

A/N: I just finished this in the middle of the night, so I haven’t proof read it yet. I’ll do it in the morning though. Hope you enjoy me finally writing a fanfic instead of just making headcanons lol.

Warning: mentions of NSFW (not really just mentions of intimacy) mentions of pregnancy, fluff. ALSO a few spoilers from the recent MHA episodes, if you’re not caught up and don’t want to be spoiled DONT READ.

Hawks was always the type to pay attention to small details about yourself, maybe it was the way you did your routine every morning, or when you would debate on sleeping in or waking up, and you’d cutely squint your eyes as you debated on it. Maybe you thought he didn’t notice, but he did. Probably that’s why he was able to tell that something was off with you in the morning, Hawks rarely gets the day off; but when he did he would take his time waking up or just deciding to cuddle with you until you woke up.

You seemed more tired, which worried him. You’d always have a routine at night as well, telling him you didn’t want to lose your sleep schedule which he completely understood.

Yet he couldn’t quite tell why you seemed more tired you weren’t tossing and turning last night, he would’ve felt it for sure considering he’s a light sleeper. You didn’t stay up late either once he got home from work you both completely collapsed in bed together, Hawks didn’t even bother changing out of his hero costume (which he regretted in the morning)

“Having trouble deciding if you want to sleep in dove?”

Hawks asked as you heard him move around in the bedroom you both shared, you let out a small grunt before draping your arm over your eyes. “Dunno, I barely started the day and I already want it to end.” Hawks let out a soft chuckle before walking over to you and gently kissing your forehead, “how about you stay in bed while I go get us some breakfast?” You hummed in response, before grabbing the covers and pulling it around your body making a small cocoon around yourself.

Hawks left another kiss on you, but this time on your shoulder before he left though he notices one of his feathers on the floor. He remembers one time when you were gently rubbing your fingers through his wings and accidentally pulled out a loose feather, he laughed the moment he saw you freak out. He explained to you many times that it never did hurt when he lost a feather, it was most likely due to another feather growing and would replace that one.

He picked it up and placed it right beside you, it was almost as a way to say that he’s always here for you. Even if you were having a terrible day he would try to make it somewhat the best for you, “I’ll be back soon, dove.”

You heard the door close, you unwrapped yourself from your cocoon and stared up at the ceiling. You didn’t like worrying hawks like that, he had enough to deal with in the meantime with having to act as a villain… you looked at the feather hawks placed beside you and picked it up. Hawks’ feathers always looked beautiful, anytime you would hold it up to the light it almost seemed like it was shinning.

You sighed and placed your hands on top of your stomach, you’ve been feeling like shit for weeks you just didn’t tell hawks. With everything going on at work and the agency making him into a spy you didn’t want to bother him with your emotions, but the one day he stayed home from work and you only ended up making him worry more…

You finally decided to push yourself to get up, the lest you could do was make the table right?

There was a few things that Hawks keeps from you, 1. When he gets injured during a mission. He doesn’t like worrying you and the one time you did worry about him, after he had a rough mission you didn’t sleep for days. 2. He doesn’t tell ANYONE this, but for some odd reason he’s able to feel people’s heartbeat through a feather. The only reason he found out about this, is when one morning he was getting ready to go to work he saw one of his feathers laying on top of you.

He was going to brush it away until he felt something, it was weird to describe where he was feeling it from, but he knew that feeling felt like a heartbeat. He looked over at you and removed the feather when he did that the beating feeling went away, he then placed the feather on top of you again and that’s when he felt it again. A heartbeat and that’s when he knew he was also able to feel someone’s heartbeat by his feathers, which is why he decided to leave one behind.

It reassured him that you were alive and safe, being a hero came with a risk and especially with your loved ones, some villains can hold onto a grudge for a long time and with his current assignment he knew he was already making more.

So feeling your heartbeat was normal, but what he didn’t expect was to feel a second one. He almost dropped the food he bought for the both of you, he wasn’t trying to assume things right away, but he knew what he felt and it definitely felt like a second heartbeat.

Shit, the both of you were always careful whenever you both had sex either you used birth control or he would just buy condoms. You’ve never mentioned about having a family before and he really never brought up the idea either, he just assumed you weren’t ready yet and he respected that boundary.

He wanted to race home to you right away, but at the same time he hesitated if you didn’t know should he be the one telling you? It didn’t feel right to him. Hawks decided to take his time getting home, his whole thought of process was in a mess trying to debate on telling you or not. Hawks did think about it though, you two having a family together.

Of course the decision was up to you though, if you wanted to have a baby right now or not.

If you didn’t he would completely understand you have often expressed your worry for him whenever he would have to go the league of villains, he didn’t want to put more uneasy feelings on you.

If you did want to keep the baby though, he wouldn’t mind that either. He knows he was still early in his career as a hero, but meeting you made him realize that maybe sooner or later he would retire and just settle down with you. He wanted to be a good father and nothing like the one from his childhood, but he suddenly realized one thing.

How the hell was he going to play it cool in front of you now knowing you might be pregnant?

[lexinympho]

You don't go a day without thinking of how cute Keigo looks whenever his wings go out of control because of you. Sure, his subconscious acts of singing or whistling a jubilant tune are adorable in their own right, but there's something about that physical reaction he sometimes has trouble keeping in check that takes the cake.

The mere sound of your voice has Keigo's body immediately coming to attention, and you always wrestle with yourself to not laugh at his unavailing attempts at taming the crimson appendages. The slight flaps of excitement taking place behind an expression of a similar warmth works its magic and has your heart doing cartwheels on demand, even when said excitement is dampened by a less-than-stellar day of hero work.

Personally though, you'd say the most endearing form of this comes on the days when those less-than-stellar days leave Keigo with a pair of worn wings from a rigorous battle. Those flaps you fell in love with are more evident with the lack of feathers fluffing up at the same time, the size reduction not only bringing more attention to the movements, but in some way increasing the cuteness. The ephemeral period of his wings in that state makes the sight all the more appreciable since his wings rarely ever take more than a week to grow back.

When simply watching them isn't enough, you habitually bring your hands up from the bend of his wings and down to his primaries, becoming captivated by his nonverbal way of showing love. That's not to say he's never good at showing his love for you, it's just a special experience for you seeing it display itself in such a pure way.

He fondly tends to blame you for the instinctive occurence, citing how he used to be so good at maintaining it in public until you showed up (he doesn't convey much frustration though, if at all). And he's conscious of how much you love it, so he can't entirely blame you when he sometimes doesn't bother trying to smother the twitches the instant he feels them tickling at his backside.

It's disenthralling how you don't just admire his wings. You stare at them as though you're wordlessly eulogizing how they hold every bit of whatever you've been missing in life, you touch them with a weirdly firm gentleness that greatly instills their importance to you. They aren't just disparaged wings to you, they aren't just a quirk with promise, they're a part of him, they are him.

And seeing the way you treasure him, that part of him, makes whatever detestment his past made him develop towards his wings fizzle out and blossom into a soft type of cherishment he didn't think he'd ever feel.

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[mirukosbitchywife]

bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

hawks/keigo:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Imagine hawks is listening to a voice message from you, attempting to tell a story but you laugh uncontrollably everytime the words come out.

“And then hesaid HAHAHAHAA WHY CANT I SAY IT HESAID- HE- HAHAHA”

“I would text it to you but you have to hear the tone in his voice keigo you would laugh at so hard!”

“And- *you start slightly chuckling* I- HAHA”

and the whole time he's listening, he has such a sweet, soft smile on his face hearing you burst out.

[obitohno]

daydreaming about feral! keigo who, as a bird hybrid, is very prideful of his appearance.

meeting you is a chance encounter, one that, previously, he’d never given much thought about, even when surrounded by fellow hybrids who dream and gush about meeting a soulmate of their very own. despite living within the safety of a flock, after leaving the nest a little too early, he’s long accustomed to the life of a solitary bird, and even years after he’s matured into the proud, crimson feathered tiercel that he is, he’s never truly understood the appeal of sharing his territory with another.

until he meets you.

it scares him, the way that you easily invade his space—how prideful and nervous he is when he shows you the nest that he spends the best part of a month building for the two of you to share. it also frightens him, how quickly he adapts to seeking your approval, eyeing your awed expression when he drags home the carcass of a sizeable buck with a prideful puff of his feathers. he’s not particularly accustomed to the anxious knotting of his stomach, and yet, the sensation seems to rear its ugly head when the times comes for him to present himself to you.

it’s no secret that keigo is the prettiest of the flock, for no other bird bares such a handsome colour as he, and he finds that, with this too, he seeks your favour. on the first night that he invites you into the comfort of his nest, his feathers have been preened meticulously, with not a single plume out of place, and his hair is scented with the stalk of lavender that he’d plucked from the edge of the neighbouring territory. there’s a sheen that glistens within the cut of his muscles, and the molten flicker of his eyes are golden, observing the wet of your tongue sliding across your bottom lip when you eye the way that his cock twitches between his legs, heavy and wanting.

and to his delight, you coo your approval around the symphony of his name when he takes you that night, welcoming the stretch of his knot when he fills you with the promise of a brood.

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[neesieiumz]

basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ⇥ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ⇥ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

masterlist. taglist.

chapter summary ⇥ the table is set, after a week of images of you and Shouta being sent to your phone, held over your head, you come face to face with the person... who may not be what you expected.

chapter warnings ⇥ no smut in this, but minors still do not interact. blackmail. betrayal.

word count ⇥ 4.9k

You haven’t slept a wink.

At first, you tried to pretend that nothing happened, fell right back into Shouta’s arms, and continued to sleep. All you could do was glance at your phone, plugged up into the wall. However, no sleep was owing to you, you were tired, but your heart column stopped racing. Before you knew it, it was daylight, the sun peeking through the horizon. 

Sighing, you pushed Shouta’s arms away from you, quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, and headed down towards the kitchen. Sniffing as you open the fridge, pulling out one of Shouta’s beers before closing it. You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a bottle owner before popping the metal cap up, steam willowing from the bottle stem. You drank some of it straight down, walking towards one of the bar stools, pulling it out, and sitting down. Grimacing at the bitter taste, remnants of the man laying his head upstairs. You continued drinking the beer as you stared out into nothing, your mind spiraling yet empty at the same time. 

What were you going to do?

Sighing, you closed your eyes, flashes of your phone appearing in your mind. 

I know your secret angel, ;-)

Gasping, jumping slightly as you opened your eyes, your breath shaky as you did so. Your heart pounded as you got up, pacing around the spacious kitchen as you did so. The photos of you and Shouta were from all around the town, but the one that disturbed you the most was of you entering his car, earlier that evening. If it wasn’t for the other pictures, you would have assumed someone had found them by mistake, but they weren't. Other pictures of the two of you, getting close, were too close for people to obviously see what was going on. Shouta always and constantly told you to be careful, even though he constantly broke his own rules as well. 

Now it backfired in both of your faces. 

Would you tell him? Do you break the allure between you two? That his job, and your career within the sciences, that there was now a very real possibility of it being gone forever?

Finishing the last of the beer, the smell of bitter wheat is on your breath now as you walk towards the sink, rinsing the bottle before placing it in his little recycling container. You let out a huff of air, the smell of the kitchen bringing you back down to earth. The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to weigh upon you, just the feeling you were looking for in drinking. With heavy eyes, you headed right back up the stairs, into the bedroom before climbing right back into SHouta’s arms. Like clockwork, you could feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you in like a teddy bear. Taking a deep breath, the light smell of his cologne brings temporary peace to your raging mind. Slowly, your eyes close, the smell of his light snores and rumbles lulling into your deep, alcohol-permeated sleep. 

You blinked down at the new text message you got, holding a spoon over the bowl of cereal you made. It was an unknown number, yet the contents had you realize that it was from the same person who had emailed in the wee light of the morning. It was morning time now, all quiet as Shouta was not a morning person so he wasn’t even awake just yet. You had cleaned up and showered, wearing one of Shouta's smaller shirts that he gave you with a pair of baggy sweatpants. 

He had sent another picture of you and Shouta, walking very close to each other, his hand lingering around your waist. This was during the summer when you were interning under him to prepare for both of your master’s programs. It was when your relationship was just beginning, the two of you just getting closer. Taking a breath, you moved to put your phone down, only for it to ring again. Glancing at it, revealing another text message, nothing but another photo, 

Who are you??

You sent it before slamming your phone right on the table and focusing right back on your cereal. You could take a couple bits before a ding went off, relaxing a bit at the recognition of it being a text tone, instead of your email tones. You picked it up, expecting to see something from your cousin or your friend, only to stare wide-eyed at the message from an unknown number. 

You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?

Anger and fear ravaged you, you thought you were being careful. However, it didn’t matter. Someone has been watching you, and Shouta for at least a month, if they knew how much Bambino’s even meant to you. They might have been watching you before that. Hands shaking and trembling, you angrily typed out another response to this person. 

Please just leave me alone!!!

Just as you sent it, but before you could slam it on the table, a voice ripped through the tense silence. 

“Cereal for breakfast again? Thought we talked about this?” Shouta’s raspy, gruff morning voice cut through your somber mood.

Gasping, you wipe away the welling tears before he could have a chance of spotting them before turning around facing with the best smile you could muster. You flipped your phone into its screen before walking towards it. He was shirtless, hair out of its ponytail, dripping with water with a towel draped around his shoulders. Slithering your hands around his waist as he did yours, you leaned, pouting out your lips for a kiss with him happily obliged. The two of you rested at that moment, deepening the kiss, the feel of his wet hair and damp body pressing up against him. Soon the two of you let go, before walking around to the kitchen. You sat back at your cereal as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk.

Smiling, “I just had a real bad craving for fruity pebbles.”

He frowned a bit at that, “you only eat that when you're stressed, what’s up?”

Immediately you shook your head, heart dropping at his slightly concerned countenance as he turned towards you, “everything’s fine, I was just really craving fruity pebbles.”

He nodded his head slowly, glancing between you and the bowl in front of you before turning around, and walking towards his stove. 

“Still, cereal isn’t a good breakfast so there better be room for something more in there.” Was all he said, pulling out a plastic bowl. 

You smiled, gazing at his figure as he moved around the kitchen, preparing scrambled eggs for the both of you. Despite everything, he knew you so well, you couldn't help but think. Every time you found yourself spacing out as you stared at him, your eyes soon fell on your phone, which beeped again with another text notification. Quickly, you reached out, turning your phone on silence before looking back at him.

That can wait, pushing the impending threat out of your mind. You smiled as he mixed the eggs together, pouring in some milk as well to make the scrambled eggs mixture. As he cooked, your eyes raked over his form, staring at him as he moved around to grab things on the counter. 

Shouta soon finished teh eggs, placing the perfectly cooked breakfast right in front of you, paired with a silver fork. You smiled at him, slightly pushing away your bowl of cereal before thanking him. He said nothing, grunting before sitting right in front of you. Grabbing the fork, you began to eat, a comforting silence falling over the two of you as well. 

That was until the silence was broken, by the sudden vibration on the table. The two of you glanced down at the table, seeing your phone jerk from the vibrations. It was just one before it became two… and soon notifications came through back to back. Quickly, you grabbed your phone, not even glancing at the notification as your phone quickly unlocked. Tapping into your settings you turned ‘vibrations on silence’ off before slamming your phone on the table, focusing back on your food.

“So who was that?”

You glanced up to look at Shouta, who had looked away from your phone towards you. You shook your head, heart pounding within your ears. 

“Just some annoying classmate in my chemistry research lab,” you fibbed, looking down at your plate, and taking another bite, “nothing I can’t handle.”

He hummed, focusing back on his food. Unconsciously, you let out an internal sigh, relaxing slightly, and glancing back at your phone. With that, you continued eating your food, forcing yourself to stop looking at your phone. 

After breakfast, you helped him grade the last of his papers, lying lazily on the couch as you did so. Soon after, the two of you cuddled on the couch for some old movies, sharing short commentary between the two of you as you did. All while you did that, splayed across the couch, laying your head in his. His one hand resting on your thigh, stroking it slowly as he watched the flat screen tv. ringing in the back of your mind as your phone lay on the counter where you left it for breakfast. Soon, he dozed off once again, his hand falling off your body. Glazing up between him and the area leading to the kitchen, before slowly lifting your body up. You placed his arm slowly on the couch, before walking back to the kitchen. Locking eyes with your cellular device, you picked it up before turning it towards, the screen waking up once you did.

All across your screens were notifications from your messages, all you knew came from the same number. With a deep breath, you unlocked the phone, revealing the messages all over the screen. 

I don’t think you want me to do that

That was in reply to the message you had sent him, along with another picture of you and Shouta. 

So if you want these to stay hidden, you’ll do the following:

In a week, you’ll go to Bambino’s at 8, and wear exactly what you wore, the first time you went there

Trust me, I’ll know

Here's the name you give the hostess: Hauck.

Aww, where’d you go?

Oh I see

You're with him

Enjoy your time with him

You’re gonna miss it.

A hot tear streamed down your face as you saw the last message, your heart was thrown into anguish. What did he mean by that? Letting out a shaky breath, there was only one thing in your mind to do.

You wrote out a reply,

Fine, I’ll do it.

He had been torturing you all week. You could barely pay attention in class, every few minutes, he would send you another photo. It wouldn’t matter where you are, in class, during a study group, and especially while you were with Shouta. You had placed your phone on silent, turning off all vibrations, and yet it didn’t matter. You relied on your phone for work, for anything, you couldn’t pull out your laptop, every time you needed to reply to a student, or whenever an email from another faculty member needing documents. 

However the photos, despite how gut-wrenching they were, weren’t the worst part. 

Not only was he sending you those photos of you, but he was also sending these messages. 

You look so pretty while wearing blue. 

Is that a new bag, did Aizawa get that for you?

And every time he would send these, they would send another picture of you and Shouta as well. They were taunting you, knowing the anxiety flowing through your body. You twirled a twist in your hair, fiddling with your pen as you sat in Shouta’s office, gazing off. It was all silent between the two of you, as you worked separately on your own work, however, you couldn’t do anything, just staring off at your laptop, no words, no nothing coming to mind.

“...ello… hello? Yo!”

A hand suddenly shook you, awakening you from your trance. You jumped, before glancing up before eyes landed on familiar warm golden-brown eyes. Hawks smiled down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked you, voice laced with concern.

Twisting on a fake smile, you looked up at him, “I’m fine thank you. Just working on this assignment.”

Hawks glanced between you and your blank word document, before shrugging his shoulders, fluttering around before sitting at the other chair at the table. 

“Keigo, how many times have I told you to stop coming to my office like this?” Shouta spoke up from his desk, not even looking up from his desktop. 

Hawks smirked, pulling out his phone, and leaning back before speaking, “such a sour worm, Aizawa. Relax a little! Plus I’m finished with all my work, so I came to grace you with my presence.”

You smiled, your heart lifting just a little as the two of them continued to bicker. Their loud voices helped you out a bit, taking in their argument as you focused back on their computer, chiming into their conversation ever so often. You relaxed just a bit, completing your assignment before getting a text from your friend to meet up. You smiled over at the two of them, packing up your things.

Hawks glanced over at you, “hey, where are you going to?”

“My friend, she wants to meet up for a late lunch so I’m headed off to meet her,” you said, sliding your laptop into your tote bag. 

Hawks hummed, glancing up and smiling a bit before waving you off. Shouts glanced up from his own laptop, his eyebrows perking up a bit before also giving you a short wave. You eaves back at him, before walking out of the office. As you walked down the hallway, headed towards the elevator, your phone lit up. Heart-stopping for a bit, only to realize the message was from Shouta himself. 

Didn’t get to say a proper goodbye because of the nosy bird, but I’ll be sure to give you one before you leave for the night. 

You smiled, to the point of your cheeks hurting as you sent a reply before fully focusing on your destination. You soon met up with your friend, the two of you sitting down at a cafe right on campus. The two of you talked, having a wild discussion concerning her own love life and your “lack” of. As the conversation settled down, the two of you soon returned back to your own destination, Shouta’s office in mind for you. As you walked back, your phone lit up again, you hadn't gotten a single text from the stalker since you left his office. So assuming so, you thought this was Shouta, considering you just texted him about if he was still in his office. 

You hadn’t smiled all week, love, but I’m glad I got to see it in person once again.

This time, it wasn’t a picture of you and Shouta, but rather a picture of you, walking away from the cafe… A picture of you right now, smile wide as your heart froze, as you glanced around. Looking for something, anything to indicate that you could find the person. People walked past you, walked around your fidgeting figure as you paced around the sidewalk, holding your bag close to you. 

Your phone lights up again. 

Don’t bother looking, just remember, tomorrow is the day. 

Be there, or else.

The dress was pure white, silk in nature too. It was expensive, and one of your most precious gifts from Shouta. As you entered the restaurant, you smiled at the hostess manning the front podium. Your long braids were in a ponytail, with the curled ends tucked up, clipped with a beautiful butterfly clip. You smiled at her. 

“Hi, what is the name on the reservation?”

Your mind flashed back to the name revealed in the text messages, one of many you got in the morning. 

“Hauck,’ you said, a forced smile on your face. 

She glanced down at her tablet, smiling before looking back up at you.

“I see you, your other party has yet to have arrived, would you like to be seated?”

You told her yes, following after her as she led you inside the building. As you passed all the tables, your heart, which was already beating with so much worry, recognized the path on the way to the private rooms. Your intuition was correct as she turned down the hallway, revealing the sliding doors, each adorned with their own numbers. She led you down the room until your eyes set on the familiar number, two with the attached door.

It was the same private room Shouta got you when you came here. Was this person hellbent on recreating the first time you ever came here?

You shook your head, clutching your purse close to you. No. That couldn't be, this had to be a coincidence. 

The woman smiled, opening the door and revealing the private room, looking just the same as it did a month ago. You smile at her, thanking her before entering the room. The seats were made of black velvets, comforting, and the ambiance a warm glow, much like an amber-filled sunset. On the table, two glasses sat, one in front of each seat. A bottle of wine caught your attention, soon realized that it was the same brand of wine you and Shouta drank together. As you faced forward, sitting in the very same seat as last time, wearing the very dress that you did so… Everything was the same from that night, everything except for…

Laughter echoed through the room, a glass of wine being shared between two souls, in which nothing else mattered but the two of them. 

“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”

Shouta shook his head, cheeks warm from the constant flow of wine, “nope, it was not just you. She’s like that with everyone, you’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to it? Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, before picking up your glass, and sipping down the rest of your champagne. 

Dinner was long done between the two of you, dessert already packed up and ready to be taken out. However, you were waiting for Shouta to feel comfortable enough to drive you two back to the hotel. You probably should have encouraged him to drink as much as he did, even though it was three glasses, you both agreed you’d rather wait. Plus, this room was expensive so you two would make the best of it as much as you could. 

“She needs to understand that she can’t treat everyone like that before she makes the wrong person mad.”

The two of you were discussing one of Shouta’s fellow professors, an old head that was recently tenured. While helping Shouta run some errands concerning the anatomy labs before the week-long break, you ran into her and it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting as well. 

Shouta chuckled at your words, before drinking down the cold glass of water the waiter had given him. As you drain you stared on, smiling. Once he finished, he looked at you, before asking why you were looking at him like that. 

“Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached out to him, “thank you, for this, for today, for everything. I know you were against things like this, but you still did it. Thank you.”

He squeezed your hand before lifting it up, giving it a kiss, “you know I’ll do everything for you.”

“Wow, you really do listen.”

Shattering your memory, your eyes widened at the voice towards the entrance… the familiar voice as well. Slowly turn your head, making eye contact with golden-brown eyes. Glancing up and down his full figure, he was wearing a white shirt, holding his suit jacket in his arms as he stood within the doorway. Your eyes not leaving his form as he thanked the hostess who brought you here before walking inside. The hostess slid the door close, so it was now just the two of you. 

Hawks said nothing as he walked over to you, placing his jacket on the backrest of the chair before sliding into the chair. He grabbed the menu sitting in front of you, flipping through it before looking back up at you. He smiled, to others, it was an innocent one, but that smile paired with those eyes, filled with malice. 

“Have you looked through the menu yet? Get whatever you want, you know it’s on me.”

You still hadn’t said anything, still looking straight at him, eyes glazed over.

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Keigo. 

The same man who was helping you with your thesis paper. The same man who you would meet up with for coffee, and talk shit about your fellow co-workers. A flash of him in Shouta’s office a couple of days ago came to your mind, his huge smile denoting him. You thought back to every single encounter with him, was it a lie? Was everything about you two’s friendship a lie? What was his problem? How did he even find out? How…

A snap broke you out of your trance, turning and facing Hawk— Keigo once more.

“Everything okay there? You haven’ even touch the wine I had the waiter bring.”

Blinking, you glanced over at the wine glass, which was now filled up halfway. You looked back at him, saw him lean back into his seat, and turned to the seat as he swallowed his own drink down. Sighing, nodding his head as he faced forward, placing his glass down on the table. He took another look at you before sighing and reaching down in his pockets. 

“Think it might be best if you take a sip of the wine, it's your favorite right?”

As he said that, something hard fell onto the table. You glanced over to where the sound came from, only to see his phone placed right on the table. Heart pounding as the screen came on… only to find a picture of you and Shouta staring right back at you. Your eyes flicked between him and his phone, before slowly reaching towards the glass, and picking it up. Swirling the wine in your glass, you wafted it towards you, the familiar smell and nothing extra hitting your nose, before taking a tentative sip. 

He smiled as you said, “it… it is my favorite, and it’s good. Thank you, Hawks.” Your voice came out a bare whisper, as you began to slowly place it down. 

He chuckled, “I know I told you to call me that, but I think a night like this constitutes my real name.”

You blinked, slowly nodding your head, “well, thank you, Keigo.”

He inhaled deeply at that, leaning back as he did so. The waiter soon came into the room, not before giving a knock and Keigo telling him to come in. He asked if the two of you were ready to order. You glanced down at your unopened menu, before looking at the waiter, however, Keigo spoke before you could even think of saying anything. 

“Yes, calamari for an appetizer while I’ll have the lobster tail and she will have the surf and turf dinner, everything well done of course.”

You blinked, no words coming from you as the waiter said of course, before taking the menus from in front of the two of you. Even the meals were the same, Shouta had gotten the lobster tails while you wanted to try a bit of everything, so surf and turf were perfect for you. The waiter smiled, saying he’ll be back with your orders before waking out of the private room. The moment he slid the door shut, the two of you turned to each other, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were lowered, not once leaving you even as he reached out to his nearly empty glass, before downing the rest of it. Your ears were hot, it was taking everything in you right now to now burst out into tears right here in this restaurant. Reaching over, you grabbed the wine glass, drinking down a lot more than your previous sip. He kept his eyes on you as you did so, not saying anything as you suddenly grabbed the bottle, filling up your now empty cup. 

“You might want to slow down there, huh?”

You looked over at him, bitter words of anger threatening to spill from your mouth but your eyes fell right back on his phone. You took a deep breath, and another sip of your wine, before placing both right back on the table. He smirked the moment he did that, sitting up straight in his seat.

“So humor me,” he stared, as he leaned into his seat, “for the next two hours this,” he held up his phone, “doesn’t exist.”

You blinked between the device and him. How truly deranged was this man? This man that you trusted, who would help you, who you would call a close friend. If there was someone you would tell about you and Shuta first, it would have been him. Did you ever really know him? He awaited your answer, waving the phone in his hands. You knew, deep down, this wasn’t a question, but a demand, do it, or this email is sent out to everyone that matters. Slowly, you nodded your head, agreeing to his terms. 

He smiled at that, before sliding the phone right back into his pocket. The waiter came back, holding a steaming hot plate of fried squid. He placed it between the two of you, along with placing two much smaller ones between the two of you.

“Will that be all between the two of you?”

Keigo pulled out his award-winning smile, “yes that will be it, thank you very much.”

The man smiled and nodded before taking his leave once again, leaving the two of you alone for another 10-15 minutes until your food was ready. As you waited, Keigo easily started a conversation, as if it was one of the times you were getting coffee. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, Keigo knew how to bring something out of you. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you relax more and more, the wine he was feeding you, helping your loosening of behavior. You drank more and more, and the food soon came, but yet you two couldn't stop talking, Keigo only interrupting to ask for two glasses of water to help sober the two of you up. 

“So out of all the books in the world, Green Eggs and Ham had the biggest impact on you?” You couldn't help but ask, snickering as you took the final bite of your dinner. 

He shrugged his shoulders, wiping the drip of garlic butter from his face, “I can’t help it, it truly,” he sighed dramatically, “inspired something in me.”

You snickered, “a children’s story… should have expected it honestly.”

“Glad you think so highly of me.”

The silence soon settled after his words, reaching over to finish the last two of your wine, before reaching over the bottle. Right as your hand is clasped around the neck of the wine glass, a larger hand soon clasped around your wrists. You looked up, looking Keigo right in the eyes as he pulled your hand away from the alcohol, before pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was racing, not fighting him as he pulled you over to him, standing right in front of you. He then pulled you down, his other hand sliding onto your side, dangerously close to our bottom. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you right there, his other hand leaving your own before caressing your skin. You swarmed, wriggling away from his touch but aching pressure had you gasping, keeping you right in place. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, his hot breath fanning against your face. 

You flinched trying, to move back. Your fingers trembling and anxious as his thumb reaches down to your lips, pressing up against them before slowly pulling your bottom lip down. The light pink gloss on your lips stained his finger, but he ignored it as he continued to gaze at you. 

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said next, his hands sliding up your arm.

“Keigo,” you began to protest but he shushed you, before pulling you right into his lap. 

He forced your lips to split around him, resting on each side of the chair. One hand continued to rest on your ass, while his other hand went back up to your face, resting right under your chin. He steeled his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes once again. You let out a shaky breath, unable to look anywhere but his eyes filled with sinister intentions. 

“Keigo… What do you want from me?” you whispered to him, eyes welling with tears. 

He took a breath, “all I need from you, all I need from you, is to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do that,” his hand suddenly left your bottom before holding right up to your face, suddenly revealing his phone. 

“And everything on here stays on here, and nowhere else.”

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[lemmetreatya]

personal trainer!hawks who has such a unique code when it comes to helping you achieve your health goals. how he playfully stuffs his hand over your mouth when you try sneak an early reward snack, or how his arms curl around your waist from the back whilst you’re waiting for your daily smoothie to blend. or even how he accompanies you with shopping straight after a gym session, his fingers occasionally entwined with yours as they push the trolley.

although personal trainer!hawks’ most unique method yet is how he doesn’t hesitate to fold you into a mating press and fuck you silly on your stretching mat during your 1am gym session. or how he has your workout leggings shucked to your knees in the middle of the supermarket carpark as you messily squirt over his fingers and onto the dark tarmac. or even how he suggests you break your fast and stuff your mouth with his cock as he volunteers to cook your bulk meals.

you can’t help but wonder if personal trainer!hawks uses this method with his other clients.