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takami-takami · 1 year

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Scent Kink!Keigo who's raptorial senses have been finely honed like a sharpened blade for as long as he can remember. For all his analytical prowess, he could never quite pinpoint the exact cause of his heightened senses. Perhaps it, like most things, is a combination of nature and nurture— avian DNA and brutal, militant training. The source matters little to him. Keigo has always been one for outcomes.

Scent Kink!Keigo who discovers pretty early on in your friendship that your scent is distinct. If he could put it into words, the first that would come to mind is warm. It smells warm when he sits next to you on the couch, bouncing his leg like a dog that smells something delectable right under its nose yet tries to behave and contain himself all the same. Your neck is perfectly bare. If he could just lean over and bury his nose in whatever crevice is most available, he'd die a happy man.

Scent Kink!Keigo who is actually so normal about your scent, all these years later. Sure, he memorizes your smell, conjures up the scent in his mind's eye whenever he has trouble sleeping at night. The thought of it soothes him, aids in building his picturesque fantasies of you holding him from behind and shushing the bad dreams away. But he's very normal about it. Of course he's attached— you're his best friend.

Scent Kink!Keigo who can't remember the first time your scent began to cause his pants to grow tight. He thinks it was that night you arrived late for your usual meetup, panting and running before throwing your arms around him and apologizing, promising you ran just to make sure he didn't wait too long. He remembers his eyes widening while his pupils shrunk to dots, overwhelmed by the potency of you invading every sense. It made his cock throb. He made an excuse to hide in the bathroom within the hour.

Scent Kink!Keigo who does a remarkable job at containing the whine in his throat when you show him around your new apartment, quickly discovering you didn't bother to put away your laundry basket before he arrived. Why should you worry about your best friend seeing it? Keigo would never hold ill intentions. Keigo would never stuff a pair of your panties in his back pocket, Keigo wouldn't dream of fantasizing the second he secures it, flashes of the misbehavior he could get up to conjured quickly in his mind.

Scent Kink!Keigo who fidgets and avoids your eyes when you insist he stay so you can feed him takeout that night. The weight of his prize stings against his thigh; and as much as he loves your company, something else is calling to his attention right now. He quickly makes an excuse, faking a dispatch call by your window and waving once before he takes flight.

Scent Kink!Keigo who's brain glitches when he gets home and realizes he has to decide what to do first: take out his cock to touch himself and relieve the pressure straining in his pants, or pull your used panties out of his pocket. He picks the second option.

Scent Kink!Keigo who's whining in his bed moments later, your scent finally rubbed across his face with his hand fisting between his legs. It's like static when he twists his wrist with each stroke, imagining the smell of sex in the air as you ride his cock. Eyes rolled into the back of his skull, he swears the scent of your freshly used panties is enough. At least for tonight. At least until he needs a little refresher for his memory and has to snag another.

Scent Kink!Keigo who thinks he's a degenerate. He's a pervert. He's a sick freak who gets off on his crush's panties stuffing his mouth to muffle his moans, his saliva drenching the poor fabric; and he's even sicker for getting his dick wet to the thought of you catching him and repeating those insults in his ear while you sit on his face. He's sick, imagining himself inhaling it right from the source, spilling all over his abdomen to the thought of it.

Scent Kink!Keigo who is entirely, utterly fucked when you decide to move in together as roommates. Trouble isn't something he considered before. He's too excited by the idea of being around you to consider the repercussions on his mental health to be in such close proximity to you when night falls.

Scent Kink!Keigo who doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse that your room is directly adjacent to his. He knows exactly when you're touching yourself in the next room over.

Scent Kink!Keigo who throws his head back with a groan, hand ghosting down his happy trail and sliding beneath his waistband to grab his swelling cock again.

#dark content #kind of #I wrote this in the backseat of a moving car like a degenerate instead of making conversation like a normal person #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha thirst #bnha thirst #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #smut #x reader #fem clothes

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ladyymiisa · 28 days

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UP SO LATE?

summary: a late night visit from your sweet boyfriend!

tags: hawks x fem!reader, fluff, a bit of spice but it’s barely there like you have to squint to see it

author’s note: YEAAAHHH WE ARE SO BACK BABY i’ve had this idea for months now im so glad i could finally write it out it was eating me up 🤞 also on a scale of 1 to 10 how wiling would you guys be to read obey me fics 😋

it happens during the late hours of the night, when you're completely worn out from a long day of work, after you've showered, applied all of the lotions in your bathroom, and changed into your coziest pajamas. by the time you’re usually done, your eyes can barely stay open from how tired you are, and all you can think about is sleep.

just like clockwork, right as you settle into the most comfortable position in bed, you hear it: three knocks on your balcony door—one firm, two light. the all too familiar signal that announces his presence.

despite the tiredness weighing down your limbs and your body’s desperate plea to stay cocooned in the warmth of your blankets, the excitement of seeing him always overcomes your exhaustion. it drives you to get out of bed quickly, your feet carrying you eagerly to the balcony to let keigo inside.

a fact about keigo is that he never fails to arrive with some sort of gift for you. whether it’s a small flower he picked up on his way or a box of chocolates he knows you particularly enjoy, he always comes bearing something. perhaps it’s his way of compensating for the lateness of his visits.

tonight is no different. without even glancing at the shopping bag he’s holding, you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

the action causes keigo to let out a surprised sound, which quickly shifts into an amused chuckle. as he adjusts the bag with the help of two feathers, balancing it effortlessly so that the contents inside don’t get damaged, he embraces you back just as tightly. his warmth, mingled with the faint scent of his cologne and the crisp night air, envelops you entirely, making you acutely aware of just how much you had missed him during the day.

“looks like someone’s quite eager to see me,” keigo remarks teasingly, his voice partially muffled by your hair as he plants a gentle kiss to your head. “you almost knocked the daylights out of me, babe.”

instead of giving keigo a verbal response, you nuzzle further into his shoulder, concealing your burning cheeks from his view. he laughs again, which prompts you to grumble softly against his jacket.

“keep acting cheeky and you might end up sleeping on the balcony,” you warn keigo, drawing back from the embrace to face him directly. despite your words, your arms remain looped comfortably around his neck.

now that you can clearly see his face, you take notice of the faint blush reaching the tips of his ears. sly bastard, he has the audacity to tease you as if he were any better. fortunately for him, being the considerate girlfriend that you are, you decide to refrain from commenting on it.

unfortunately for you, keigo’s fluster is short-lived. he quickly becomes more daring as his hands, which were previously caressing the small of your back, move to rest on your hips. he gives them a gentle squeeze, drawing you closer to his body while his fingers trail lightly along your sides.

honey-shaded eyes gaze at you devilishly. your warning appears to have no effect on keigo; if anything, it seems to amuse him further.

he hums softly, a lazy grin playing on his lips. “oh, really? you’d actually deprive your poor, overworked boyfriend of your warm bed?” he leans in, voice dropping to a low murmur. “and your touch? your warmth?”

before you can even register it, his lips begin to trace a path of feather-light kisses from your cheek to your jaw, gradually moving towards your neck with slow, carefully practiced pecks. he’s clearly aware of the effect he has on your body, for the moment his teeth intentionally bite into that particular spot that has your mind short-circuiting, any retort you had prepared fades away. the way he works you up so easily is enough to erase any trace of tiredness from your body, replacing it with newfound excitement instead.

your arms tighten their hold around his neck. he feels the way your fingers entangle themselves into his hair, giving it a firm tug. the sensation causes him to emit a low, appreciative grunt against your skin. as keigo continues to kiss, lick and suck along your neck, you find yourself unable to suppress the soft moans that fall from your lips any longer. the moment his ears pick up on them, he promptly lifts you, his hands moving beneath your ass to support your weight.

without any complaints, you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing yourself to yield completely to his touch. at this point, there’s no use in trying to fight back. you’re in for a long, long night.

as keigo slides the balcony door open and carries you into the bedroom, he takes care that his feathers place the shopping bag carefully on your desk. seems like you won’t be needing the lingerie set inside it tonight. no matter, he’ll ensure that you find use for it next time.

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fudgechocolatepuff · 3 months

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a simple night for us ⋆·˚ ༘ *

1.9k words [7-8 min read.] keigo t. x fem . reader

summary: you wake up from a long nap nearing 10pm. your apartment is a mess, but all you want to do is see your keigo..

mentions: a summerween fluff fic where you and keigo spend time together until the moment you fall asleep together ♡

ping!

you jerked up out of your arms that your head was resting on seconds before, roused out of your deep slumber that was intended to only be a light nap.

you were exhausted to say the least. your bones ached from doing all of your daily activities and chores, yearning to rest once again, but you were already past feeling drowsy and sleepy, now alert and wide awake.

wearily, you attempted to sit up from the couch you’d been napping on but winced, your limbs sore from the awkward position that you had fallen asleep in.

as you readjusted yourself on the cushions, stretching out your arms and popping a few joints, your eyes glanced over your dimly candle-lit living room in search of the loud noise that you swore you heard from your phone…

once you had found your phone tangled within dozens of papers from work in front of you on the coffee table, your warm fingers scooped it up from the mess on the table, hands shifting, fixing themselves to cup your phone within your palms.

the bright glow that emitted from the cellphone made you squint and scrunch your face a bit as your eyes weren’t used to the brightness, and you opted to turn the brightness down on your phone yourself.

your eyes darted to the bottom of your screen to the notification that woke you up in the first place.

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sent 5 minutes ago.

kei

9:46 p.m.

Hey, are you busy rn? Just got off early from my night patrol.

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your breath slowed and softened as you realized it was only keigo. oh how you missed his silly cute charming self. poor man was being worked to the bone and he’s had to sacrifice his entire schedule primarily for work, which included spending time with you.

looking up from the glow of your device to scan your living room and kitchen, you cringed at the state it was in, appearing unkempt as you recall you hadn’t been able to even start drying the many dishes left in the sink.

a tired sigh left your lips as the clutter of your apartment would possibly sabotage a night spent with your boyfriend.

then, suddenly, a wave of motivation came over yourself, and you quickly typed back in your messages:

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you

9:48 p.m

no im not busy rn, can u come over pls? i just want to have an us night. ——

text bubbles popped up seconds after you sent the message.

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kei

9:48 p.m

Of course, sweets. How about a movie night? I can go to the nearest 7-11 for snacks. I’ll try to be at your place in 30 minutes tops, just gotta close up my office for the night.

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well damn did he type fast, and DAMN WAS HE GOING TO GET HERE FAST! maybe, just maybe you could have time to clean up the work in front of you, dry the dishes as hurriedly as possible, and take the quickest shower of your life!

immediately, you got to work, clearing the table and stuffing the immense amount of paperwork in your folder and into your bag. ‘25 minutes.. okay. i got this.’

you scrubbed and scrubbed at each bowl and cup frantically, nearly throwing them all in the cabinets as 18 minutes remained.

scattering to the bathroom, you turned on the shower, and cramped your usually-one-hour-shower-routine into one that lasted merely 15 minutes.

lunging for your robe and towel, you run back to your bedroom where you made your bed as neat as it could look, taking a few steps back to do a final inspection of your room to make sure everything seemed right in place and cozy enough for you and keigo.

turning your heel back to the living room, you picked up your phone resting on the sofa and checked to see if keigo had given any update about his whereabouts, to which your eyes lit up at the message he sent:

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sent 2 minutes ago.

kei

10:20 p.m

I might be a little late, I got caught up in something happening out on the street. I’ll be there in 10, for real this time :)

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ping!

——

sent just now.

kei

10:22 p.m

Also, batman or hello kitty?

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okay, that was not a question that you expected, but at least you still had time to dry off and wait for him.

why would he ask you about.. whatever. you responded back:

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you

10:22 p.m

hello kitty, and its okay dont worry about it <3

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tap tap tap tap!

the pattern of keigo’s taps on your balcony door were almost silent from your bedroom, but you could never miss it, because it was keigo of course; you knew it was him.

mincing your way to the balcony door, you were greeted with keigo waving at you like a little boy, an infectious smile on his face while holding a number of bags in his right hand stuffed with goods.

sliding the door open, he stepped in, kicking off his boots as he sent some of his feathers to take ahold of the goodies, emerging from his back and snatching the bags to make their way to the kitchen counter.

he took you in his arms and hugged you tight, with a subtle “hey..” whispered in your ear that made you tingle.

your arms slid up his back, careful to not accidentally brush against his wings, as the pads of your fingers reached the back of his neck, holding and brushing through the soft blonde locks at the back of his head.

“i missed you,” you muttered against his shoulder.

“missed ya’ too, sweets. so much.” he replied, engulfing the scent of your shampoo in your hair, his gloved hands rubbing circles on your back.

you didn’t mind taking a few minutes to just be in the moment with keigo. you had missed him so, all you could do was rest on his shoulder and sway with him.

eventually, he pulled away to take off his jacket and gloves as well as the visors sitting on the top of his head. he then took ahold of your hand while he led you into the kitchen.

he grabbed one of the bags placed on the countertop and took out the contents inside. he handed you the softest pj set of hello kitty that you’d ever felt, only it was halloween themed, with witch hats and pumpkins and bats embroidered on the set.

“i thought the bats on yours would match mine,” he explained, gesturing to the set he was holding in his hands. batman pjs.

ohh, so that’s what he meant with that text..

you agreed with him, “i think its adorable, they match so cutely!” smiling at keigo with your eyes beaming up at him, he chuckled to himself, internally cheering himself on as his little plan to match with you worked.

“wait for me in your room. im gonna take a quick shower, then we’ll have the whole night to ourselves, yeah?”

giddy was an understatement for what you felt. you nodded your head as you both headed to your room.

you sat down on your bed while keigo pinched your cheek before entering the bathroom.

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“so.. i was thinking about a movie, but honestly i don’t know what to choose.” you admitted to keigo, who had his head rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“how about a halloween movie? it’d match our outfits pretty well, kinda like a little theme, like summerween maybe.”

his suggestion intrigued you. it wasn’t fall yet, but you always loved the idea of a summerween movie night.

“i’d love that actually.”

the two of you settled on the nightmare before christmas to watch, cuddling one another with a blanket wrapped around you two, nice and snug together like two peas in a pod.

[secretly, the two of you always have a debate whether it’s a halloween movie or a christmas movie. you always win every time with halloween.]

although it was ones of your favorites, the movie that you were supposed to be watching was drowned out as you turned to look at keigo.

his sharp irises focused on the screen in front of him, his tusks of blond hair that usually stood upright and slicked back at his forehead were rested upon his eyes, flowing downward as if they were bangs, and they complimented his features so well. every few seconds or so, he would feed himself with a fist full of of popcorn, and you couldn’t help but just stare at him.

you loved when he was so calm, looked so sure that he was safe and didn’t need to have his guard up, he just looked so genuine right now.

you didn’t want him to catch you staring so you zipped your head back to the screen before he could bat an eye at you.

it wasn’t until you turned back to him when you felt something poking at your cheek. when you peeked at him this time, his hand was holding a chocolate covered pretzel to your mouth, waiting for you to take it.

reluctantly, you leaned closer to him, and his hand approached your face even closer just as you bit off a piece, flinching almost when his thick fingers grazed your lips.

swallowing down your own flusterdness, all you wanted was to pretend nothing happened, and you decided on fiddling with the blanket to help ease the embarrassment.

keigo on the other hand was on the brink of bursting with laughter. the way you stiffened to his touch was so adorable to him, he just wanted to tease you even more.

however he was a gentlemen, and he didn’t want to overwhelm you further, so he just left it at that, a proud smirk remaining on his face.

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wrappers were littered on both of your nightstands along with empty popcorn bags that were long forgotten on the floor that you’d soon have to sweep up when you had the will.

twinkling orange-hued fairy lights remained lit capturing the halloween ambiance as the movie began to reach its end.

your mouth opened wide in a yawn , eyelids growing heavy and you started to feel sleepy again.

gazing up at your boyfriend from his chest, you noticed that he also was struggling to keep awake. he blinked serenely, a frog-like blink at that, and his chest that you were using as a pillow rose and fell gently, slower and slower as midnight approached.

keigo still felt you looking up at him, and so he tilted his head down and kissed at the crown of your head.

“maybe we should get some rest. you need your beauty sleep, sweets.”

his voice has coated with honey as he said it, laced with chocolate kisses as he sounded so sweet and soft but definitely ready to hit the z’s.

“m’kay.. should i try’ta pick up some of the-”

“no no, ‘s alright, i got it for you. just rest that pretty head of yours on those pillows, i’ll take care of everything.” he shushed you, cradling your jaw in his large hand as his feathers scattered, cleaning up your room, not missing a speck of trash.

these were the best nights you could ever spend with keigo. the ones that mattered to you most were the quaint and simple ones. it wasn’t easy to catch him every night, which was why you cherished these nights in your heart, wishing that they would never end.

the fairy lights flicked off, leaving you unable to see your winged companion. it was okay though, the warmth radiating from his body was enough to lull you to sleep.

his strong arms snaked around your waist in a protective embrace, not planning to let go anytime soon.

“g’night..” you slurred, “love you..”

he pecked your cheek.

“night.. love you most, doll. sweet dreams. ” ღ

a/n: i 1000000% love summerween its now my new obsession. i wish i could do everything with this man 😞 ik the pjs that i chose to pair didn’t rlly make sense but it was all i could think of 😭 💗ty 4 reading and see u next time byebye !

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bakugoushotwife · 1 year

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kinktober day six: dacryphilia kink

>>> i dunno what it is about dabi that scream dacryphilia to me, i genuinely believe every fic i've done for him involves it lmfao please! big thanks to @keigotakamiz for helping me thru some of the rough patches on this one, i luv u so bad bby!! this one contains dark content so please read the content warnings.

>>> starring: touya todoroki x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: dacryphilia clearly, power play, age gap of three years, both are adults as always, keigo's little sister!reader, protective big brother keigo, pervy touya, coercion, dubcon, blood (just a tiny bit), size kink, corruption kink, fingering and oral (fem receiving), pierced dabi, degradation, pet names, temperature play. >>> wc: 4k >>> event masterlist

touya has always been obsessive, selfish, and determined to get his hands on whatever he deemed as his. ever since he was a little boy, he had his own cunning ways of getting what he wants; but you keep slipping out of his grasp. he’s been watching and waiting for the perfect time to make his next move on keigo’s adorable and clueless little sister, so sweet and stupid with your sultry little bats of your eyelashes and cute little smiles with no idea of what he’s plotting behind his turquoise stare.

it’s definitely your fault. you’re far too bright and kind for his liking. touya had to humble you, he had to take a little bit of your light for his own. it’ll be all too easy to make you his. you didn’t have any self-respect, that was clear from the way you walked around your house in skimpy dresses and slutty crop tops that reveal the delicious figure you keep beneath. but he had to be careful. keigo was oh so protective of his baby sister, so every intimidating stare your way had to be calculated. it took months for keigo to even leave the two of you alone with one another long enough for him to use the bathroom. but even in those brief two to three minutes that keigo walks away, touya’s got you blushing from his comments about your outfit. he just can’t help but grow addicted to the flushing of your cheeks and the squeal in your voice when you beg him to stop, you’re just so cute and malleable. he’ll continue to bide his time. just for you.

the teasing and taunting only got worse from there. you would never tell keigo about it, if only to spare your own embarrassment from the inevitable blush and rubbing of your thighs as you tell your big brother all the naughty things touya whispers in your ear and how he touches you when he’s not around. he seems not to notice all your squirming away from and quiet responses around the white-headed man, chalking it up to your easily flustered nature. no, he doesn’t suspect a thing, not even leaving behind plumes of his fierce wings to spy on you.

this has to be because touya is so good at throwing him off. he dotes on you just like keigo does, patting your head so sweetly and letting you borrow his coat when you’re cold. so, to your surprise or horror, keigo trusts his morally questionable friend to keep his quirkless baby sister safe during every meeting with the hpsc or his dates with his new girlfriend. so now touya gets to corner you on the couch and tug at the the flimsy fabric clinging to your plush chest—that despite his unrelenting jests, you still wear—only telling the deranged man that you enjoyed his attention. but to be fair, you’re not sure that he’s wrong.

“you cold, dollface?” he coos, icy breath fanning against your neck as he leans in closer to get a better view of your hardening nipples. you’re precious, so easy to file up. “or do ya just like it when i get this close?”

you squirm, but there’s nowhere for you to go. one of your hips already bumps up against the arm of the couch and his fingertips practically sear into the flesh of the other one. there was something undeniably alluring about touya, he was scary and dangerous—and he looked the part too—but he is keigo’s best friend, so he couldn’t be too bad, right? and you knew your big brother would be disappointed in you, even if you could admit it to yourself that touya’s teasing wasn’t all that bad, no matter how naked it made you feel. what does it say about you that you enjoy it? his mocking laughter and hand grabbing your jaw brings you back to the situation at hand.

“hm? it’s rude not to answer your elders, brat.” he clicks his tongue, admiring the way your eyes widen and cheeks darken a few shades. keigo and touya were only three years older than you, but the latter enjoyed making that feel like decades when it came to respect from you.

“i’m–cold, yes.” you reply in a barely audible squeak, not able to meet his gaze despite the harsh grip he has on your face. he pouts at your response, of course it’s a sadistic mock of your shyness. he leans back and removes his coat, sighing at the loss of warmth before tossing it over you like a throw blanket. he has an interesting scent, the musk of smoke and ash combined with something more woodsy, like maple or pine. you inadvertently snuggle into the fabric, cutting your eyes over to him remaining in his thin white shirt, where his own hardened nipples peek through. he catches your gaze on him, tossing his head back with laughter at the idea of you checking him out.

“like what you see, doll?” he arches his brow, letting his greedy hands feel your squishy thighs, a treat for his frazzling patience. he hears the sharp intake of breath, and you keep squirming away like you want him to stop, but touya sees the truth in your face, the way your sweet little eyes ask for more while you bite down on your lip–you’re confirming everything he needs to know.

“keigo–” he places a rough finger over your lips to keep you from furthering the sentence. you sink further into the couch, his predatory smile making you feel like shrinking into nothing.

“-won’t be back for a while, he’s with his new girlfriend.” he hums cheerfully, as if it was the best news in the world. to him, it was. keigo’s new girlfriend might just be touya’s favorite person alive right after you, keeping the man busy enough that he was no longer concerned with his little sister’s schedule, no longer watching her so closely that claiming her for himself was impossible. nah, this new chick gave touya the window he needs. “don’t worry a hair on your pretty little head. he trusts me, you should too, right?”

he’s petting the top of your head to soothe you, sending you mixed signals. you weren’t sure what he was trying to do: was he making a move on you or was he going to continue babying you like your brother does? you suppose he has a point, your big brother loves you more than anything, and not even love could blind him into leaving you with a bad person, right?

you nod. his smile grows. and he toys with you like that for a few more hours, leaning too close, touching your thighs and hips to watch you wiggle, fanning his minty breath over your face. he even taunts you about your clothes again, pulling his coat off you and scrunching his nose in the enjoyment that follows from watching you pout at the loss of warmth. he knows he has time, keigo planned to make a move on his woman, even told him not to wait up for him and everything.

“your brother think you’re a virgin?” he asks, watching the goosebumps spring up along your skin, your clothes doing nothing to keep you warm or protected from his view. he thinks it’s naive of keigo to think another man hasn’t seen you for what you are, a little slut waiting to be used. “sure he thinks you are…but lookin’ at the way you dress, i bet you ain’t.”

you shake your head violently, sitting against the arm of the couch, facing him. “i am! swear it touya, really!”

he chuffs at your exclaimations, wondering if you could be telling the truth. he clicks his tongue, deciding to push you a bit to see. you just look so cute all panicked and pleading. “i think i should check! seein’ i’m his best friend and all, it’s only fair.” his grin is wicked now as his hands land on your knees, forcibly spreading them. you squeal a little, your hands reaching out to push him away, albeit a feeble attempt.

he laughs again, truly amused by the way you pretend to fight him, but it only makes the blood rush towards his cock faster. “what? Not the virgin you swear to be, takami-chan?” he taunts, pinning your arms to your sides. you shake your head.

“no–no, i am! i–” you cry at him, the commandingly tight and tingling grip he has on your wrists making you realize just what he was capable of. he was far stronger than he looked, and fighting would get you nowhere. his touch causes a new sensation, a fluttering deep in your stomach that makes you wonder why you fight him at all.

“then quit your squirmin’ and let me see f’r myself.” he huffs, incinerating the tiny pajama bottoms you had the nerve to put on. your hips lift up off the couch as you try to shift away from him yet again, cold air blowing against that flame flickering in your pussy. he growls as you keep trying to escape even though your body so clearly wants him. he can see the way your nipples harden under your shirt again, so he’s reaching up to burn that away too. he has delicate control over his quirk after all his practice, and he knows exactly how to maneuver his flames to not hurt you. you still squall and scream at the sight of the blue embers turning your favorite crop top into nothing but black ash as if he could even afford to hurt you. he was sure his treatment would keep you quiet about this anyway, but he certainly couldn’t leave any visible evidence of his playtime with you, so he would settle for claiming your cunt until you had no choice but to grow the next generation of todoroki in your womb—and watch you have fun explaining that to your precious older brother.

he almost thinks you’re stupid for not realizing it, that he’d never seriously hurt you, but the way tears gather at the corners of your eyes, glossy and threatening to spill over has him considering that fear might make you easier to deal with. and it sure would be nice to see you cry.

“aw, i forget you’re just a quirkless little thing. might wanna listen to me then, yeah? i promise i’ll make ya feel real nice.” his voice nearly sings as he watches fat tears start to roll down your cheeks in embarrassment. you can’t hide your tits and pussy from him, not even as hard as you try to hold your arms around the areas. “let me make you feel good, pretty. been wanting to for so long…”

he pries your legs apart again, getting into the floor to give himself room. when he lands on his knees, he slides his grip to your thighs, rotating the way you sit. your back rests against the cushions now, like how a normal person would sit on the couch, other than the fact that your legs dangle off touya todoroki’s shoulders and he’s leaning between your legs, smiling up at you like the cheshire cat. he takes a sinewy finger to separate your lips, humming as he moves through you with little resistance, you’re already wet, way wetter than someone crying and squirming should be. he chuckles when your body jolts a bit from the warm pressure he applies.

“looks like you’re a little slut to me.” he hums, circling the wetness around your hole. his fingers feel so interesting slipping inside you, so different from the little ones of your own. you were telling him the truth, you were untouched—by anyone else, of course. you squeeze down on his digit as he slides it in, the tight grip has him biting his lip immediately. of course you’re a virgin, that much is clear just from the way you act, even clearer from the way keigo acts. no way he’s let any dude near you—and for good reason, look what happens the first time he leaves you alone…

he can hardly even move his fingers from the way you squeeze, and he knows just how to loosen you up. he leans in to suck your hard clit in his mouth, not hesitating to run his teeth across the nerve-riddled bud. the feeling is so electric and delicious, you have no control over your hips as they push into his face; your walls finally relaxe enough for him to pump his finger through. he leans back to watch your face now that his finger is searching for your mushy spot, curling and stroking your insides. your nose is scrunched in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth dropped open. he snickers. if you were this fucked out from one finger he couldn’t wait to see how you would handle his cock.

“yeahhh, you’re definitely a little whore. how’s keigo gonna take this?” he pouts, adding his second digit as he sees your eyes snap open to protest. they drag against you so deliciously, all the worry and guilt melts in your mind. his smell becomes overwhelming, his warmth is consuming. maybe you are a little whore, but maybe that’s fine if you get to be his. you are apart of the decision this time when your hips rock against his fingers, and he grins at your acceptance. it excuses him of any wrongdoings, any villainous behavior. you’re basically asking for what comes next. if everything goes to plan, he’ll have plenty of time to give you the full treatment of that a brat like you deserves, but for now he has to see the face you make when that untainted pussy stretches around his cock.

“feel good?” he asks, to which you babble and nod. it did, he fills you up way better than your own fingers, only barely curling into your pleasure spot with every thrust of his digits, a little squelching noise paired with your breathy whispers make that very last thread of rationality snap. touya can’t hold himself back anymore. he stands up and takes your legs with him, pushing your knees to your ears. you gasp at the change, looking up at him with those beautiful bleary eyes. he mocks your pout, laying his cock over your pussy and up your stomach, nose crinkling at how cute your belly folds like this, how scared you look when you glance down and see his pierced length laying over your belly button. he’s massive and veiny, the tip almost purple with need. you can’t begin to imagine how all of that was going to fit inside you. like he was reading your mind, touya’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “it’ll fit. gonna hurt for a second, but then you’ll feel real good.”

your anxious eyes flutter back down to his length, tears forming at the idea of that sharp metal along his shaft tearing through you. he grasps your jaw in one big hand again.

“what’s a matter, babe? i thought you were a cockhungry slut?” he taunts, shaking his head at you. he can see the panic on your features while you look at his length. it’s adorable, the way your chin wobbles and your hips continue to squirm.

“not gonna fit, touy.” you sniffle and shake your head, letting your eyes drift back to the fiery blue ones towering over you. they flicker with amusement. “i don–don’ think i can do it.”

“you’ll do it, and you’ll love it, and this’ll be our little secret, mkay?” he enthuses, sliding his hips along your soaked pussy. just his fingers had you dripping, and he thought it may not feel so bad for you after all–but the cruel voice inside him hopes it does. he makes you nod with his hand, but arches his brow. he wants to hear you say it.

“our secret, i promise…” you nod, and he rewards you by patting your cheek with some amount of touya tenderness.

“and…?”

“and i’ll take you…and i’ll–l-l–” he starts prodding his tip into your tight opening, biting his teeth to quell the moan that bubbles up at the way you clamp and he can hardly even get himself in there. he just knows it’s reflex, your face scrunched up in pain, tears sliding out of your eyes just at the first quarter of his cock. it’s too good, he has no choice but to sink the rest of the way in, eyes glowing at the way you paw and scratch at him, crying out loud and shaking your head at the feeling of being split wide open. it’s white hot and searing, feels foreign and like a huge rod sticking through your body, though that’s not too far off from the truth. he doesn’t give you much time to adjust, brutally shoving himself in and out of your buttery walls, your grip still choking. you wail and scream, clawing at the skin on his shoulders as your eyes fly open in shock. it hurts, it burns, it’s like that piercing was shoving your internal organs aside just to make more room. the tears trickling down your cheeks are almost as hot as the branding feeling in your gut, and he eats it all up.

“whatcha cryin’ for, doll? fits in you jus’ fine, told ya.” he grunts, every thought that crossed his mind about you so so justified. he knew keigo’s little sister would have the best fuckin’ pussy hiding under those tight pajama shorts and slutty miniskirts. he knew your body would take him like no one else, and he just knew you would look your prettiest crying over him.

you sniffle, blinking through your cloudy vision to gaze up at the man plowing into you, his mouth was stretched into an almost evil giddy grin, the look in his eyes reminded you of the blue flames that licked up your skin earlier, making you shiver with something not even close to fear. the pain gives way to pleasure, or maybe you just start to enjoy the way he drives into you. it’s all so good; the bony smacks of his pelvis against the back of your thighs, and how he drapes his fingers over your clit to keep your hips jolting into his, his wild gaze flickering from your bouncing tits and the fat droplets rolling down your stained cheeks. he notices how your face melts into one of pleasure, causing him to snicker and lean in, that icy breath across your wet face. then it’s replaced by his wet tongue licking up the streaks with a loud moan that makes you tighten around him.

of course your tears are salty, but they are oh so sweet to him. it’s way better than anything even his perverse imagination had provided him, you’ve got him completely sucked in, your hands now squeezing at his biceps, your little voice chanting out. he’s absolutely destroying you, and you’re loving it. even as his tongue drags up your face and over your lips, even when his kisses were rough and sloppy, you mewled at the feeling of it. you ran your hands along his face to plead for more of his mouth. his rutting is merciless, even coupled with the slight softness he shows in kissing you. his hands leave the backs of your thighs to slide under your ass, pulling your back down the couch to put you against the cushion instead of the correct posture you held previously, even with your legs by your ears.

it lets him abuse your walls impossibly deeper, the sounds of his balls clapping into your ass alongside your wails had him twitching near the edge. he was so glad keigo was busy tonight, because you were going to be out of it for a while. his cock jumps again as you squeal and tighten, cumming all over him without any warning. he didn’t even know if you knew what you were experiencing to even tell him about it, and just that thought delights him again. tears pool in your pretty doe eyes once again. he grins, lifting your hips into his cock at a rate that will have him tired, but it’s worth it to hear those sounds, the way you moan his name and squeal while you blink your gorgeous tears away.

“knew you was a slut the whole time, what did i say?” he grunts, trying to regain some composure against your magical cunt. to his surprise, you nod, and he thinks you must be so gone that he could do whatever he wanted to you—not that he couldn’t already.

“mhm, your slut! jus’ for you though touya—never lied!” you squeal, feeling the tightening in your gut rapidly approaching again, this angle was far too intense, you couldn’t help it. so what you liked getting folded in half by your big brother’s best friend? if that makes you a whore, then you’d own it.

your reply is so perfect he could shed tears of his own. you’re perfect, he just knew you were made to be his little toy. a girl like you had to be defiled by a guy like him, it was only right. and maybe this was his own kind of payback, the universe apologizing for the shitty life he’s had with a gorgeous teary-eyed doll wrapped around him like molded clay.

“goddamn darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, wanna shoot my load in ya. you want that, yeah?” he groans, his lips quivering in a smirk at the sight of your vigorous nodding. who cares if you’re fucked out of your skull, he’s angry he can’t leave you bruised and branded beyond his cum oozing out of your newly ruined pussy.

“yes! please, touy, it feels so good—wan’ more!” your legs are jelly, they’d be flopping all over the place if they didn’t rest on either one of his shoulders. well, who is he to deny a lady? with one more punishing slam, you feel the veins that endow him throb before the heat fuzzies your senses. he tastes that familiar tinge of iron, knowing he’s bit his lip so hard while emptying his balls that it’s started to bleed. his tongue soothes over it as he moves his hips a few more times, gentler, but still shoving his deposit deeper and deeper, intent to make sure you keep some of it. his heart was pounding in his ears, chest heaving as he tried to get everything under control. he smirks, leaning back over you to reward your performance with another harsh kiss, his hand smooshing your cheeks together to make you pucker. he laughs at you little tired whimpers, standing back up with a sigh. he had every intention of taking good care of you, wanting to take you to the shower and take you again in there, but help clean you up. you had to be presentable for keigo’s return, after all. he would even risk staying in your room, maybe sitting with you until you fell asleep, reminding you one last time that you this stayed between the two of you.

the sharp scarlet feather aimed at his throat tells him he doesn’t have to worry about getting caught later. he feels several more sharp edges against his back, and then keigo comes into view. you’re shrieking and lunging for touya’s coat, shaking your head at your brother. you knew he would be disappointed but you definitely didn’t expect your elder to hurt him.

touya chuckles deeply, pouting at his friend. “aw, keigs! better me th’n anyone else, yeah? and she just loved it, ask her!” he juts his chin out towards you, not missing the murderous intent in his friend’s glare. keigo’s eyes flicker over to you, and he makes sure to keep his eyes on your face.

“am i killing him or just mild torture?” he asks you, raising a brow.

“d-don’t hurt him, i..wanted to!” you defend, starting to tear up at all the drama, at the prospect of your brother hurting the man that just rocked your world. and damn if you didn’t look so adorable, all pouty and teary, pleading for touya to be spared. he giggles as his cock starts to harden again at the sight of your bleary eyes, his hand flying up to hold the ache. now that keigo was here, nothing would get past him. his eyes narrow at his friend and he points to his room.

“go sit. we need to talk.” you could almost see flames of his own surrounding him as he spits out the threat, but touya still winks at you and slinks off to endure his punishment.

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Can I request Hawks x pro hero fem reader

She is very tired because of hero missions and managing her own agency . So Hawks fxcks her after they had dinner to relieve her stress

Hard service dom Hawks is all I want because sometimes my hard dominance also drains out

・❥ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 & 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.2𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 (𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧), 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮 (𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙭 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰) 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

You practically slam open the door of you and Keigo's shared home. The phone calls, the emails, the countless demands you hear all in 24 hours. It scrambled your mind within the span of one day and you were over the entire thing.

"Hey, angel." Keigo greets softly, already sensing your emotions. He had a pretty chill day, just a couple of paper work to do which he handed off to his assistants of his agency. You, on the other hand, were very particular on how you ran your agency leading to you doing most of the work.

"Hi, Kei'." you sigh out, not being worn out enough to not greet your boyfriend. You carelessly throw your tote bag to the ground but Keigo's feathers are quick to stoop in & grab it, placing it carefully onto the coffee table in the living room. "I got take out, baby, you hungry?" he calls out to you as you storm further into the house, seeking a well needed shower. "Yeah, sure." you say loud enough for him to hear.

As you practically rip off your hero suit to get into the shower, Keigo's warming up your meal and pouring you a drink. His feathers ruffle with concern as he thinks about your mood, thoughts on how to approach it swarming his head. The only thing on your mind is the warm water that's currently soothing your muscles, that and Keigo being the only peaceful part of your day right now.

Your shower is quick and short, anything from water splashing the wrong way to your body wash falling onto the shower ground driving you up the walls. You just wanna sleep this day off and hope your dreams will be enough to cool you down.

You dry yourself off after your shower, filling the bathroom with countless amounts of sighs. The only thing you throw on is a pair of panties and one of Keigo's shirts and you're making your way back into the main room, seeking your well needed meal.

Keigo sits where he originally was, curled up in a blanket as he watches you drag your feet. You pick up the takeout from the coffee table and plop down on the couch across from him. Even the way you eat shows how tense you are and Keigo can't bear to see it. Your eyes are as fierce as his usually are right now as your gaze pierces into his skull, your bites on your food intense.

"Tell me what's wrong." he breaks the silence of the room, looking you into your eyes and reading your emotions the best that he can. You take one last bite of your food, swallowing before speaking. "This day fucking sucks." you say bluntly, picking at a piece of broccoli on your plate. "Why?" he asks simply.

You sigh before speaking, "My bones hurt. My entire body hurts. I've been fighting all day. Writing reports all day. My assistants aren't doing anything the way I want them to do it, can't even make my coffee right, the weather fucking sucked today, nobody wants to fight in rain, I'm tired of reporters being in my face, tired of having to deal with petty ass criminals. Like a flower shop? You're robbing a flower shop, are you serious?" you huff out, slamming your plate onto the coffee table.

Keigo's eyes widen as the table rattles in front of him and yours do too as your frustration dawns on you. You fall back against the couch, taking a deep breath as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Angel.." Keigo mumbles softly, getting up from his spot on the couch to make his way over to you. As soon as he sits besides you, you're leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Hero work is never easy." he says, looking down at you. You nod against his shoulder, choosing to stay quiet so that you don't go on another rant. "I think you just need a little break." You look up at him, his gaze soft even with the markings around his eyes. "You need to be taken care of.." he mumbles, a small smile adorning his features.

It's true, you do need to be taken care of. You need the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and who's better to help you with that than Keigo? You wrap your arms around his neck, almost tackling him down onto the couch. "Please take care of me, Kei'." you mutter quietly. His bottom lip almost quivers at how adorable you can be and he's obliging quickly, taking you up and into his arms. You don't question his actions as he carries you, walking towards your shared bedroom.

Keigo gently places you down onto the bed, taking a split second to admire you. You look so cute, sitting up on your elbows as you look up at him. He joins you on the bed, straddling you as he leans down to press his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. He can't help but kiss you more passionately as you display your neediness like never before, licking into his mouth and seeking out his tongue.

"Baby, mmf-" you cut Keigo off, so entranced by his lips you can't even focus on what he's saying. He simply chuckles against your lips before pulling back, cooing at the sight of you chasing after his touch. "Need you, Kei'." you pout, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Keigo leans down once more to peck your lips before asking, "Want me to eat you out, angel?", his sweet and soft tone contradicting his lewd words.

As hot as Keigo would look with his head between your legs right now, you just wanted, needed to be fucked dumb on his cock right now. "Nuh uh," you whine quietly, doe eyes clouded with lust looking up at him. "Need you inside, Kei. Need your cock." Keigo's gently sliding your panties down your legs, admiring the sheen of your pussy as it already gushes with arousal. Your his shirt comes off next and he smiles at the convenience of it all as he's already greeted with the sight of your hard nipples.

You watch with an impatient pout as Keigo removes his own clothes, too slow for your liking. The expression from your face changes almost instantly however, as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. Your mouth waters at how pretty it is, looking thick and heavy and perfect for filling you up the way you love.

"I gotta prep you first, pretty, okay?" he says as he gets closer to you on the bed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You shake your head, arms crossing over your tits with dissatisfaction. "No." you pout and he only raises a brow at you. "No?" and you shake your head once more. "Wan' your cock now, please." you keen, fluttering your eyelashes at him even though your words alone would be enough for him to give into what you want.

"Okay, but my angel has to take it." he tells you before placing a kiss on your lips which you happily return. You feel his warm hands go underneath your thighs as he softly makes out with you before he's lifting both of your thighs. You sigh out against his lips as he brings your legs up, successfully folding you into a mating press, legs up to your chest. You try to writhe underneath him but with his grip, it's practically impossible.

Your head falls back against the bed as he releases himself from your addicting lips, straightening his back. You can only let your eyes flutter shut as he spits down onto your pussy slowly, the cool fluid a stark contrast compared to your warm slick. "Kei'," you mewl out as you feel the heavy weight of his cock slap against your pussy before rubbing back n' forth between your folds. You bite at your lower lip whenever his tip grazes your pearl and it only makes you want him even more.

"Please," you whine out and Keigo's taking the hint, sliding back one last time before slowly plunging his cock into you. The mating press has him hitting spots he's not sure he's ever discovered before and it makes him shudder above you, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Fuck, loosen up, angel." he grits out and you try, you really do. You begin to think maybe it's just the thickness of his cock that's giving the both of you this overwhelming sensation.

Keigo pulls out 'til just his tip is inside you before plowing into you with an unforgivable thrust, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your head spins at the way his cock drags against your soft walls and you doubt you'll be able to keep up with his pace. With this position, the only thing you can do is take him and whimper out noises that are music to his ears.

Keigo pistons his cock in n’ out of your fluttering hole, feathers shivering behind him at the way you pulse. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look beneath him, your back arching as much as the position allows it to as he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You moan out to him as he pounds into you, being able to feel every vein and every throb of his cock. They're so prominent in your mind as they rub against the insides of your greedy pussy, your arousal coating his length like never before.

"'ts too much, Kei', too sensitive!" you moan out for him and Keigo only coos down at you, purposefully burying himself as far as he can reach inside you and placing a kiss on your lips. "You can take it, pretty. You were askin' for it, no?" he gives you a faux pout. You can only give him a real pout back, his tone condescending and oh so delicious. You know it's true though and you are getting what you want, you just don't wanna make a mess all over his cock and maybe even the entirety of his lower torso.

Keigo releases his grip on one of your thighs in favor of rubbing at your cute swollen clit, making your thighs tremble due to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands shoot down towards his, attempting to hold his hand in place to slow down his ministrations but he simply slaps your hand away before continuing. "If my angel's gonna cum, I gotta let her." he grins down at you and you can't even see it with the way your eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open to let out pleasured sounds.

"'m gonna-, please Kei', wanna cum so bad." you slur, barely coherent with the way you babble. Keigo of course gives his angel what she wants, fucking into you harder and strumming at your clit in time with his thrusts. "Gonna make a mess, baby?" he asks you, knowing your body so well and you can barely nod as you feel the dam break inside you.

You cry out a string of Keigo's name along with a couple swears as you let yourself let go. His hand doesn't let up, rubbing you the way you like and it has you making a mess all over him, your arousal coming out in translucent liquids that cover him from the belly button down.

“Such a messy pussy," Keigo groans out, more so to himself. He knew exactly what buttons to push to have you squirting all over him and of course he didn't fail to achieve his goal. Now the only thing he seeks to achieve is his own orgasm which won't be very difficult either. Your overstimulated mewls beneath him has Keigo gripping your thighs hard enough to leave the marks of his hands as he fucks into you mindlessly, babbling sweet nothings with only you on his mind.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum inside, pretty, you want that?" he asks you and you huff out a 'yes, Kei'', his cum inside you being the last thing you need to make this night end off perfectly. "Take it, angel, fuckfuckfuck..!" is the last thing he groans out before he's burying himself into you completely, dumping everything he can give you into your overstimulated pussy. You both groan simultaneously as spurt after spurt finds its way inside you, warming you up even more than before. Keigo gives you a few more thrusts to make sure every single drop of him is inside you and to make sure it stays deep inside you.

You groan softly, a more tired groan as you finally let your legs drop onto the mattress. Keigo practically collapses on top of you from his own exhaustion, finding home in the crook of your neck as he lays his face there. You're sure you can go to sleep just like this, being capable of ignoring the sweatiness and stickiness of it all from fatigue but your boyfriend certainly can't.

You feel as he attempts to get up and wrap your arms around him, bringing him back into the crook of your neck. "Y/N." he grumbles out and you don't give an answer. "I'm gonna clean up." "No." you yawn, trapping him with your legs as well.

"Let go, we're sticky and I'm gonna clean this up."

"No."

"Right now."

...

"No."

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lou-struck · 1 year

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It Goes Both Ways

Keigo Takami x reader

~ Keigo swears he never gets sick. But when he comes home from patrol with a bit more than a sniffle you call him out.

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: Keigo not being good at accepting help from others, feelings, a few tears, happy ending, sickness.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

For a hero known for his speed, Keigo is certainly running late today.

Him being a few minutes late usually wouldn't bother you, but with date night reservations just over an hour away, you hope he hurries up. After all, you know how much time he takes getting ready in the bathroom.

Tonight's date, in particular, is very special; the two of you signed up for a private cooking class with a Michelin star chef Keigo has been gushing about for months. Every time he mentions eating at her restaurant, his wings flap in anticipation at the chance to try her food once again.

He's not the only one excited; after binge-watching a few of her cooking shows, you can hardly wait for this very tasty date night.

There hasn't been anything crazy today on the news, so you are wondering why it is taking him so long to get home, especially since he has been nonstop talking about the lesson all week long. Honestly, if he calls you a Poussin (a young chicken) one more time, you might make him sleep on the couch tonight.

You pace back and forth in your shared apartment, occasionally glancing out the window for any sign of the Red-Winged Hero. Finding only the familiar sight of the cars below stuck in the usual rush hour traffic.

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table behind you with a message from him

Sorry I'm running a bit behind schedule today, Angel; it's been a weird day. I'll be home in just a few. Can't wait to make something tasty with you <3

His cheesy message makes you smile, but you hate it when he texts and flies; you'll have to scold him about it once he has his feet on solid ground.

Turning your attention back to the window, you spot a blur of red swooping toward the balcony. Keigo's wings outstretched, getting closer and closer to you. Suddenly his whole body seems to jerk roughly to the side in mid-air, almost crashing into your freshly cleaned windows.

You'd laugh if you weren't so worried about him.

He lands safely on the terrace, and you breathe a sigh of relief. He moves slowly towards the door, moving as if every one of his muscles is sore and knotted.

You watch him push open the double doors, stopping in his tracks when he notices you watching him. An embarrassed look on his handsome face. "Heh, you uh saw that. Didn't you?"

"I did," you nod, "what happened on that landing? You ask, stepping a bit closer to him, Keigo may be one of the most beautiful people you know, but you can safely say that today he looks rough…

His fair skin looks visibly paler, and his unusually droopy eyes are empathized by some very dark circles you don't remember seeing this morning. Paring all that with slight shivering, he desperately is trying to hide you come to one conclusion.

Keigo is sick…

He laughs off your concerns; the sound sounds much more stuffy than usual. "Allergies, all this pollen in the air makes me sneeze. One second I'm great, and the next, I throw myself off course. You know how sensitive these wings can be."

"So it's just the pollen?" you ask skeptically. "You don't look too good."

"Ouch," he winces playfully, his golden gaze looking just a bit foggy as he winks at you. "I guess that means I better start getting ready for our date then. I gotta make my little Poussin swoon tonight."

He flashes you that magazine-cover smile and turns towards the bedroom. It takes one step to send him off balance, he stumbles slightly, and his hand reaches out, gripping the back of the couch so that he can study himself.

Allergies, my ass. He's not being honest with you. "Kei?" you rush towards him to make sure he hasn't hurt himself; your wide eyes and downturned mouth tell him that you don't believe his excuses for a second.

"It's nothing; just tired that once I get me a cup of coffee for the road, I'll feel much more alive," he lies, looking so, so ashamed.

Keigo has never liked showing his vulnerabilities, even to you. To tell you the truth, he feels like shit.

But if he were to say it, how would you respond?

Tonight is supposed to be special; he will not ruin it.

"Yeah…no, we're not going anywhere tonight. "You say sternly, your voice loud and lips pursed, but your eyes shine with tender care and compassion. At this moment, you don't give a damn about the cooking class, or anything else for that matter; Keigo needs you. "Obviously, you're sick."

"What? Come on, Angel. It's not like I have the bird flu." he says, laughing at his own joke. This proves to be a mistake that sends him into a fit of coughing that shakes your poor Hero down to the tips of his feathers.

"Was the pun really worth it, Birdie?" you ask, reaching over to gently scratch his back with the tips of your fingers.

"Absolutely," he sighs, relaxing under your touch. "But I promise, we can still go. It's just a little cold. I can take some medicine, and we can be on our way."

The heaviness in your chest intensifies at his words. He doesn't seem to care about his own well-being at all; he looks miserable but still wants to go to make you happy.

"Keigo," you say softly, looking directly into his glassy eyes, "We are staying here tonight. And I am going to take care of you,

"But you can't," he blinks, taking a nervous step away from you, "It's not right; I should be the one who takes care of you."

"It goes both ways, Keigo," you say, once again closing the space between you. Your eyes become glassy with the heart-wrenching emotion you are feeling for your Hero. "I love you, and I want to make you feel better. Will you please let me help you?"

Between your pleading, sincerity, and tearful gaze, something clicks in Keigo's mind.

He's not alone…

You want to help him…

As a lone tear trickles down his perfect cheekbones, he relents. "I-I don't feel that great. I think I want to lie down."

He's cooperating; it's enough to make your chest swell with pride as he wraps his arms around you. "Thank you for telling me, Keigo; what doesn't feel good?"

"My stomach, my head, all over, really." he sighs, giving you a little smile, "I guess I'm really falling apart on you?"

"Nothing we can't handle," You giggle, placing your lips on his forehead.

Your poor Birdie, He's burning up.

"How about you go and change out of your uniform, and I'll bring a few things into our room," you say, already making a mental list of everything you need to grab for him. Pills, tissues, compresses.

"T-thank you," he rasps, "I love you so much."

It takes a bit more coaxing to get him to leave the comfort of your embrace, but once he and his droopy wings disappear behind the bedroom door, you get to work canceling the cooking class, grabbing thermometers, medicine, hydration packets, tissues, and anything else your Bird Boy might need in his recovery process.

Your arms are overflowing with goods, and just for a moment, the thought passes your mind that you're going a bit overboard. But Keigo deserves to be pampered, and so, you open the door with your foot.

Keigo is already tucked under a mountain of blankets when you walk in; his wings are pressed tensely against his back. You have never seen him look so small in your life. The visual tugs at your heartstrings as you begin to unload your haul.

"Do you feel a bit more comfortable?" you ask, handing him three tabs of gel ibuprofen. And a glass of chilled water. He takes the pills eagerly, swallowing them down with one gulp of water.

"Thank you," he exhales, placing the glass on the nightstand with a shaky hand, "I'm feeling a bit better."

"I'm glad," you beam, folding a washcloth and dipping it into a bowl of cold water, hoping that you can help reduce his temperature a bit before he goes to sleep. "I brought you a lot of things, so if you need anything at all, let me know."

"M' sorry about our date; I really wanted to do something special with you," he murmurs as you place the cold compress on his feverish forehead.

"Nothing to worry about," you hum, brushing a few strands of damp hair out of his face, "I get to spend a whole night at your side; that sounds pretty special to me."

Something akin to a whine slips past his lips as he grabs your hand, bringing it down onto the fluffy sheets. "You're too sweet to me sometimes,"

"You'd do the same for me." you say honestly, "Probably more."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Are you feeling up to making requests now, Kei?" you tease, the comment making the both of you chuckle as one of his feathers weakly brushes against your cheek.

"Just one, can you stay with me?" his voice is hesitant and small, almost as if he is a child asking a parent to check his closet for monsters after a nightmare. How could you possibly say no to him?

"Is that all?" you ask, lying down on the bed next to him.

"For now," he smiles, giving your hand a squeeze. "I just want to hold you for a bit."

How could you refuse?

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psychostxr · 9 months

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PUPPET ── Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE. tragedies

WARNINGS. angst, cursing

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SYNOPSIS. a villain being in love with a hero always ends in heartbreak

"Dammit!" (y/n) hisses, tears pricking her eyes.

She sits on the toilet seat in her bathroom, her heart beating against her chest. Her hand trembles as she holds the pregnancy test, staring at the two pink lines. It's positive.

The test falls to the tiled floor. The pink lines taunt (y/n), confirming her worst fears. It feels like the walls are closing in on her as she struggles to catch her breath. Her tears finally fall down her cheeks.

Her upbringing was far from ordinary. Being born into a family of villains, (y/n) was trained to follow in her parent's footsteps and expected to revel in the destruction of hero society. She's never known the warmth and stability of a happy family. The idea of love and nurturing feels foreign.

How could she possibly handle the responsibility of raising a child? She can barely look after herself. Her mind races with thoughts, doubts, and fears, threatening to engulf her in a tidal wave of uncertainty.

Taking deep breaths, (y/n) attempts to calm herself. She closes her eyes and presses a hand to her stomach. She couldn't deny the truth of carrying another living being within her. But another presence invades her thoughts, Keigo.

"Shit," she whispers, eyes opening. "How am I tell gonna tell him?"

Keigo is a Pro Hero, a god the civilians of Japan praise. And (y/n)'s a former villain, a convict still wanted by Japan.

How would the public react to their relationship? What would happen now that she's carrying the child of the Number 3 Pro Hero? Does Keigo even want to be a father?

(y/n) shakes her head, shooing away those thoughts.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay," (y/n) says, trying to reassure herself. "I've dealt with worse and got through it. This will be easy." She pauses. "Hopefully."

Gathering her strength, (y/n) picks up the pregnancy test and throws it in the bin beside the toilet. She walks to the sink to wash her hands and clean her face.

The water cools down her face, but when (y/n) sees her reflection in the mirror, she sees how unattractive she looks. Her eyes are puffy, her face red, and her nose scrunches to stop the snot from running.

She looks far from happy at that moment. She knows that. But all she can do is put up a front and pretend she is. So she smiles and hopes for the best when Keigo arrives later after patrol.

But fate has other plans.

As (y/n) opens her refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, a knock at the balcony sliding door interrupts her. She stares at the glass door, her heart skipping and her grip on the plastic bottle tightening when her eyes lock with Keigo's golden ones.

She smiles. "Fuck me."

(y/n) moves to unlock the sliding door, inviting the winged hero inside before closing it again. Keigo stands in the middle of the lounge, unusual from the routine (y/n) was used to. Normally, he would hug and kiss her by now, but today is different. Her senses are telling her something is wrong.

"Not that I don't love your company," she starts nervously, "You're usually only over once the sun is down. So what's the occasion?"

Keigo's gaze avoids (y/n)'s, allowing his eyes to roam around the apartment that's felt like home for the last couple of months. (y/n) can feel the tension in the air. But before she can ask another question, Keigo utters the words she fears.

"(y/n), we need to talk."

(y/n) breathes through her nose, her heart sinking as she sits on the couch. She crosses her arms, hoping it will somehow protect her from hearing what Keigo needs to say. Keigo turns to look at her, and (y/n) searches Keigo's eye for answers, but all she finds is emptiness.

"I- We can't do this anymore, (y/n)," Keigo says, his voice tired. "We're just not meant to be."

(y/n) inhales sharply through her teeth. The room seems to spin, and the world blurs around her. How could Keigo leave her? Now, of all times to do so?

Tears well up in (y/n)'s eyes, but she fights to hold them back. She turns her head, not wanting Keigo to see her like this. She won't let him see her weakness, her vulnerability.

She shakily sighs. "I should've known this was coming."

Her elbow moves to sit on the couch's arm, and her hand covers her mouth as she shakes her head. She closes her eyes momentarily before opening them and uncovers her mouth.

"I should've known that a hero couldn't love a villain." Her voice trembles as she continues. "I'm so stupid to think I could live a normal life and be happy. But villains don't get happily ever afters." She turns to face Keigo. "Only tragedies."

"(y/n), it's not like that."

"Really?" She scoffs. "Then please, explain to me what other reason you would have to want to break up with me?"

Anger and hurt swell within (y/n). How could he leave her after everything they've been through together? Did the promises he made years ago mean nothing to him?

Keigo hesitates, his gaze falling to the floor. "I've found someone else."

"Bullshit!" (y/n) exclaims, standing up to point an accusing finger at the blond. "If you're going to lie to me, at least make sure it's believable. It took me months to get you to break down your walls and even learn your first name!" she argues, "I highly doubt you found a bitch that made you crack that quickly."

The silence between them is deafening, but (y/n)'s ragged breaths and rapid heartbeat cut the stillness.

"If you have nothing else to say, just leave," she says.

Keigo turns to open the glass door, oblivious to (y/n)'s secret. She wants to tell him the truth, to make him understand the gravity of their situation, but she won't beg him to stay if he won't willingly.

"But I hope you know you're making the biggest mistake of your life." Her words cause Keigo to stop in his tracks. "And you're going to regret it in the future."

Keigo glances at her. "I know."

(y/n) nods. "Just making sure."

Keigo's red wings outstretch as he stands on the balcony. They beat against the air, and he takes off, soaring through the sky.

(y/n) quickly locks the door and pulls the curtain closed before she crumbles to the floor, clutching her knees to her body and letting the tears flow freely.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm sorry."

(y/n)'s alone, facing a future with the weight of motherhood on her young shoulders. She knows she has to find the strength to face this situation as usual, but for now, all she can do is grieve the loss of Keigo and her broken heart.

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gentrychild · 2 years

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If the ask game is still open: When Inko saw that the thief Takami was caught by Endeavor, she immediately went to look for her friend from the orphanage, Tomie.

1 - Tomie and Inko learned to sew together. The orphanage they were at wanted the children to acquire all the practical skills they could get and while every children learn to knit, Inko loved sewing and tailoring clothes while Tomie learned to embroider for fun. This is important because when the Takami thief was arrested, there was a patch of a very beautiful and very specific embroidery on his jacket. Since Tomie absolutely sucks at choosing romantic partners, Inko immediately realized that Tomie had moved in with a hitman. And not even a good one at that.

2 - She goes to the town where the Takami thief was found and wanders a bit until she finds Tomie and a five-year-old in the streets. Tomie tells her that her honey was arrested. The child is barefoot. Inko buys him Endeavor sneakers (they are cheap and good quality and he is incredibly happy about it) then brings everyone in her tiny apartment. Baby Keigo is the perfect roommate who cleans the apartment, catches birds and tries too cook them and Inko keeps telling him that no, it's not necessary. Tomie is not and Inko, fed up, tells her to GET A HOLD OF HERSELF. When Tomie asks her if Inko is going to kick her out if she doesn't, Inko tells her that no, she is going to kick Tomie's ass. Tomie 100% believes her, leaves, and she comes back in the evening, she announces that she had found a job and that she is going to pay half of the rent and some of the grocery bills now.

3 - Inko heavily suspects that Tomie's new job is absolutely not legal but she is poor and doesn't care much about illegality. It happens that Tomie is making a lot of money and she expects her to move out in the next week but Tomie is finding out what it's like to live with someone actually nice to her, is nice to her son, and let's be honest, Inko is an excellent cook. However, about a week later, some strange woman with a bullet wound in her stomach breaks into her home and passes out in Inko's bathroom. When the HPSC comes knocking to ask them if they have seen the awful sniper hero who killed the HPSC President, Inko throws a crocheted blanket over Kaina's limp form and lies through her teeth because she doesn't trust the government.

4 - They take a bigger apartment because Kaina also doesn't leave. Inko wonders if she is turning into one of those crazy cat ladies but with people technically on the run from the law. Tomie is still working as a very efficient look-out for criminals. Kaina isn't killing anyone lately but she acts as security detail for people who also work in the underworld. Inko has finished her studies but found out that there are more money to be made making reinforced clothes for the black market than hero costumes in the hero industry. Keigo is so happy that his mom is happy and that her aunts love him. (Aunt Inko even chased a HPSC recruiter with a slipper on two city blocks!)

5 - I will pass over the fact that Inko got a fling with a guy that turned out to be the boogeyman of the underworld, that Tomie and Kaina will never live it down and that Keigo cried the first time he saw Izuku because of how tiny and squishy he was. Instead, I am just going to say that their new neighbor moved in with her children in the apartment next door but her eldest accidentally burned the wall separating their homes down. At first, they put a curtain but soon, Himura Rei and her kids joined the little tribe.

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Cats always win

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Pairing: Hawks x FTM!Reader

Slot: Bite+Cat ears

Requested by: @shionancientsblog

Finally you had a day off but you still couldn't relax,your fur and tail were an absolute mess and needed to be brushed, maybe even trimmed. Hawks was no different,his wings were a mess,with feathers out of place. He was still asleep when you walked into the bathroom to take a shower. As you brushed your fur and trimmed it down,Hawks walked in.

"Y/N~" He tried to drape himself all over you,and you quickly moved aside.

"Not happening,take a shower first" He groaned.

"Fine,but will you help me with my wings,I need to take out the broken feathers"

"Sure"

You were sitting down in bed,with you pulling out the broken feathers and running your hands across his wings. When you finished pulling out all the features you kept playing with his wings. You inched closer to him,but before you could move he had turned around and pinned you down.

"If you wanted to play with my wings you could've just asked,kitty" He quickly bit your neck,before you could stop your purr from escaping. That only served to make him even more confident and he bit down again until your neck was covered in bite marks. Your tail wrapped itself around his thigh,tickling his bulge. His hands moved to your ears,rubbing both of them.

"Keigo,s-stop" It felt good,too good. Your eyes were starting to fill with tears,it was too good you couldn't control yourself. The sound of your moans filled the room before turning back to complete silence.

"Did you just cum from me rubbing your ears?" He teased you.

"You cum from just your wings,don't even-" He kissed you before you could finish your sentence. You pushed yourself up,grabbing his shirt and flipped him over so you were on top. "Cats always win against birds,don't forget that" You pinned his hands above his head,you could feel him getting harder under you. Leaning down to whisper in his ear "You like this don't you,being under my total control" Moving to bite his ear,down to his neck.

"Y/N" He moaned your name,throwing his head back. His hands suddenly moved to grip your hips,you hadn't even realized you let go of him. He gripped harder and thrusted against you,through the fabric of your underwear. "Y/N I want you to ride me" He gripped you harder,that was definitely leaving a mark but you didn't care. In seconds the rest of your clothes were off and you were already bouncing up and down on his cock. You were going faster and faster but it didn't take long before you felt your legs get heavy forcing you to slow down.

"Keigo,I can't go any longer" He pushed his hips up and started thrusting rapidly into you. "Keigo,slow down I'm gonna-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before you came,he was still thrusting into you but much slower.

"What was that you said about winning?"

"Shut up you giant chicken"

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 10 months

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ : ＤａｒｋｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓａｎｄａＨｏｌｌｏｗＨｅａｒｔ（Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: mentions of death, cuts, depictions of violence, blood, self harm, self-destructive thoughts

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your depression is getting worse and worse as time goes on. You've never talked to your boyfriend about it, as you were always able to get through it on your own.

What happens when he comes home and finds you succumbing to those dark thoughts, leaving you left with a hollow heart?

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Good Ol' Angst and Hurt/Comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2401

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Dating the #2 hero is hard.

Not only does it need to be hidden from the media (for both of your sakes), but it means him risking his life everyday. It means him disappearing off the face of the earth occasionally without warning.

I can’t say much. I’m a pro hero too, after all. But with that comes the anxiety and trauma of not being able to save everyone.

This is something Keigo knows well. Something I know well.

We’ve talked about it before. While he’s able to manage these things well, I’m not quite so lucky. Being diagnosed with a myriad of mental health disorders is annoying.

They’re all very much accurate but come on.

Within the last few weeks, it’s been getting worse. The inability to take the medications that very much help me to function, patrols taking much more out of me than usual– if Keigo could see it, he didn’t say anything.

Part of me is grateful for it. Another part of me wishes he’d call me out on it. After a particularly stressful patrol, I throw my apartment door open.

Tossing my shoes in the general direction of the cabinets, I make my way to my bedroom. I’d failed to save several people. Killing those who needed to be erased from existence was one thing.

Seeing those same glassy, empty eyes from my own failures? Much, much different.

My eyes burn as I stalk to the bathroom. Taking off my hero costume and chucking it into the corner, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Blood splotches on my face, in my hair, and on my hands.

I slam my fist into the mirror, shattering it with a cry. As pieces of reflective glass fall onto the counter, I slam my hand into the remaining pieces on the wall.

I deserved the pain. I was a failure.

And I couldn’t tell anyone.

Panting, I step back. I sink onto the floor, covering my face with my good hand. Shaky breaths escape my lips as I curl up. Dark thoughts had started piling up in my mind a few days ago. Keigo, being the busy man he was, was rarely home. We technically shared the apartment, but lately he’d practically been living at his agency.

Avoiding me, I’m sure.

I mean, how could I blame him? Dark circles traced my eyes, my arms littered with new and healing cuts. I’d promised to go to him when I felt this way, but how could I? He had so much on his plate already.

Rumi had been more talkative recently. We were friends, but it was a lot more often than usual that I received a text. A meme. Hell, she’d even called me a few times.

Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks and splattered onto my thighs. “You deserve so much better. Why are you with me?” I murmur, rubbing my face with the heels of my palms.

“Why deal with someone who can’t save anyone? Why try to save someone who’s nothing but a failure?” My voice cracks. Shaky, uneven breaths fall off my lips.

I couldn’t go to him. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t text him, I couldn’t bring myself to even stop by his agency. If I did, I dropped off a small lunch to his receptionist.

She was much more attractive than me. No wonder she worked under him. Standing, I purse my lips. I pick out the shards of glass, letting them fall with a ‘clink’ into the trashcan. Rinsing off my hand, I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

It hurt, don’t get me wrong. But the wave of pure calm that swept through my mind was comforting. I grab a towel and dry it off, flipping it to where the bloody side was against the wall, and cover the mirror.

Sweeping the glass into the trash, I grab another towel and shower. The warm water running down my frame held me in it’s embrace. My eyes flutter closed as my arms wrap around me.

How long has it been? A week? Several? It felt like an eternity. If I remember right, it’s been a month (or close to it). I clean up, dry off, then wrap my hand and arms.

I couldn’t go to him, even if I wanted to. I’d been tempted more than once to text Rumi, or one of the other heroes I’d become friends with. But no matter how many times I wrote out that same text, I deleted it.

If I did send it, I deleted it and replaced it with some stupid meme.

Changing into one of his hoodies, I stop and throw it off. I pull one of my own over my head. I didn’t deserve to wear one of his. They didn’t smell like him anymore anyways.

Settling into bed, my eyes stare at the dark ceiling. Tears prick at my eyes, and I roll over. I needed to sleep before he came home… if he even did at all. Squeezing my eyes shut, my mind wanders to a stupid fanfiction I’d read several weeks ago. I grip the fluffy blanket I covered myself with.

I’d never have that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve it. And he would never know just how much that hurt, because I would never tell. I couldn’t. No matter what I did, whether I said something or not, he’d be stressed.

So why add to it? I curl into myself more. “I’m so sorry,” My voice was pathetic. I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth his energy. He was too stressed. I wasn’t worth the effort. As my mind drifts off, a few more tears land on the pillows underneath me.

Keigo

Landing on the balcony, I found it unlocked as usual. What was unusual was just how dark the inside of the apartment was. My brows furrow as I pull off my jacket. Sliding off my shoes, I take note of their own, thrown into a corner.

My hours had been much longer than usual recently, and I knew that was hard on them. As awful as I felt, I couldn’t do much about it. With the commission up my ass, I had to work more and more to get an obscene amount of work done. Hell, I was lucky to come home at all.

All I wanted was to curl up and cuddle with my significant other, forgetting about how awful the real world is. Even if it’s only for a little while.

Speaking of which…

“Baby bird?” I call, setting my shoes down and making my way towards the bedroom. The shower wasn’t going, neither was any music from the office. The kitchen was empty, so that left one place.

Slowly pushing open the door, my gaze panned across the room. The bathroom door was still open, their body curled up under the red fluffy blanket I got them a month ago for when I’m too far away.

I smile, the sight making my heart swell in my chest. That was until the moonlight hit their face, showing the drying tear tracks.

I quietly make my way over and sit beside them, my head cocked to the side as I took in their features. Asleep, peaceful. Even though they’d been crying, they were still attractive as ever.

I brush a piece of hair away from their eyes. My feather, which I’d given to them as a necklace, sat elsewhere. I couldn’t feel their heartbeat.

As I carefully wipe away a tear, they begin to stir. I jolt up, shifting to the end of the bed to undress as if I hadn’t seen anything. My heart slamming against my ribcage, I toss my hero uniform shit onto the crappy chair in the corner.

Meticulously, I slide on a t-shirt and thread my wings through. A soft yawn grabs my attention as I finish pulling up and tying my sweatpants. “Hey birdie,” I coo, crawling into bed beside them. Their breathing was shaky, even though they tried to hide it.

I could hear it clear as day.

“What happened?” Bringing their head to rest against, they lean into my touch. They let out a hum while I drag my fingers through their hair.

“Just a lot of stress, it’s all good,” Their voice shakes as they speaks. I frown, cocking my head to the side again.

“Angel, you can talk to me; you know that, right?” I prod them to turn and face me. Their lower lip quivers, and they nod. I cup their face with my hands.

“Just had a bad patrol,” They start, shrugging. Their voice betrays that there is much, much more under the surface. “It’s ok though, I’m fine. Just stressed.” Repeating themselves, they bury their face into my neck.

I wrap my arms around their waist, my chin resting on their head. “Baby bird you gotta tell me what’s wrong, or I can’t help you.” I keep my voice gentle, but firm. Their breath hitches.

“I can’t,” They whimper, gripping onto me tighter. My brows furrow.

“What do you mean you can’t..?” I rub their back as they take in a shaky breath.

“You have a lot you’re dealing with already, I can’t add to that–” I pull them away and have them look at me again. Their eyes wide, a pang jolted through my subconscious. Maybe that was a little too rough–

“I want you to talk to me. No matter how busy I am, no matter what’s going on, I want to be here. I’m choosing to be here, every time.” I gently press my lips to their forehead. They're shaking.

“But…” They try, hiccupping as a sob cuts them off.

“C’mere,” I drag them into a hug. They hold onto the back of my shirt tightly, hands inches from the roots of my wings. This time, I didn’t care. Consciously, I slow my breathing. Calm.

“I’m sorry,” Their voice cracks. I shush them, placing another kiss on their head.

“Don’t apologize; we can talk when you’re ready.” they nod into my chest, exhaling shakily. A good few minutes pass with the sounds of their breathing filling the room. My hand continues to trace patterns on their back as they relax into my arms.

They lean back finally, sitting cross-legged in front of me. “I’m… it’s getting bad again,” They purse their lips. I hum in response to show I’m listening, continuing to trace patterns on their back.

“I don’t… I can’t wrap my head around why you’re with me. I’m a lot, I know I’m a lot. I have so much shit you have to deal with, and I feel like you feel like you have to walk on eggshells a lot.” They take in a breath.

“You deserve so, so much better. I’m a burden to you, taking up the time you should have to yourself. I take up space, I’m a waste of money and patience,” They sniffle. I hold them against me a little tighter.

“I feel like I can’t talk to you because of how much you deal with already. I’m already such a shitty significant other, I don’t want to make it worse and make you leave. I can’t-” They cut themself off, taking in another shaky breath.

“I can’t handle that.”

I hook my finger under their chin and bring their lips to mine. They jump a little, then melts into it. Their hands move to my chest, gripping my shirt. I place a hand on the back of their head, not holding in place but resting it.

After a few moments, we parted. I press small, chaste kisses across their face.

“I’m with you because I want to be. You have no idea just how special you are to me. And hell, I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. You’ve helped me in so many ways that it’s hard to count, but I’ll start saying them if I have to.”

They look at me, confusion swimming in their e/c eyes. I kiss the corners of them. “You’re an amazing person, and an amazing hero. You can’t save everyone, but I know that you do everything you can to do so even if you know that. I know you, and I know how much you care.” They sniffle. I place yet another kiss on their forehead. “You know I have a lot of my own shit. I don’t come to you as often as I should, frankly. I just work myself harder.” It was hard to admit, but it felt right. They look at me steadily now, placing their hands over my stubble.

“I don’t have to walk on eggshells,” I take their hands in my own. “I want to protect you and make you feel safe. I’m not perfect but I try. That ties into how I talk and how I act with you. No eggshells, just love.” I smile. They smile back, though faintly.

“As for you being a ‘shitty significant other’- who the fuck told you that? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t me– it would be a big ass lie.” Even though I kept the tone lighthearted, the last bit was firm. Their eyes widened more.

“Seriously. You are sweet, caring, kind, beautiful, compassionate, intelligent- I could go on and on. And I will if you want me to.” They smile again, this time a little wider.

“You’re no waste of anything. I’m happy to spend what I do on you, to spend time with you, and I choose to be patient because I understand to a degree.” I kiss their hands.

“I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, baby bird. You’re stuck with me,” I kiss their lips lightly. They lean into it, but I shift to their cheeks, then their nose, then their forehead.

“Until you tell me to fuck off. I’m a selfish bastard after all. You got that?” They giggle, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you,” They murmur with a sigh. Their arms are wrapped, as is one of their hands. I’d talk about it with them tomorrow. I hug back, my wings wrapping around the pair of us.

“Of course. I love you,” My words are whispered into their hair, but they hear them clear as day.

“I love you too.”

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zen-the-dumb · 11 months

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Hawks Hurt/comfort Headcannons

(For this one I am finally diving into something besides mental distress. This is really not my area, so for this im just gonna do my best because i am much more used to emotional and mental distress in fanfic- so. Apologies in advance if the physical hurt/comfort is bad.)

Sick!reader

Whatever you have, he most likely is falling over you and panicking.

It doesn’t matter how minor it is, he will take care of you while you are sick. He will make you soup. He will bring you blankets. He will make you tea. He will go and buy the medicine you need.

He Is the epitome of caring boyfriend, he cares so much and doesn’t hesitate to risk getting sick by taking care of you, it’s really nice.

Is he a personal heating pad when you get the chills? Yes.

He monitors your temperature the entire time that you’re sick. If it goes past 38.8 degrees Celsius (102 degrees Fahrenheit) he is taking you to the doctor, even if he could just give you some medicine to reduce your temperature, but y’know-

He will indeed hug you under the 5 blankets he brought you if you’re clingy when you’re sick.

Movies. He sits in bed with you and watches movies whenever he’s free.

Keigo makes damn sure you are getting enough liquids. You will stay hydrated under his watch and he will bring you 3 bottles of water per day and make sure that you drink them.

Makes an effort to find medicines that will ease nausea.

He is the type to hate having to leave you alone while you’re hurting. So, he’s with you as much as possible.

(back to depressing shit-)

Reader with an eating disorder (Tw! Eating disorders. If you are triggered by eating disorder mentions, please DNI. Instructions on how to find support resources will be pinned in comments)

When he found out, he was extremely disturbed and began feeling guilty that he hadn’t realised it earlier. When you assured him that it wasn’t his fault, he still felt he should have known earlier.

(Anorexia)

He began monitoring your meals and worked with you to create a meal plan that you were comfortable with. Keigo gave you choices in your diet, but he simultaneously was making sure you were getting enough food and proteins and such.

He also probably suggests taking you to a dietitian if you were still worried about how much you were eating, just for extra reassurance.

If your eating disorder was too bad that you were severely underweight and/or refused to cooperate, he would insist upon putting you into a recovery program. He knows that that can be scary for someone, but he wants you to get better, and with it being that bad, he doesn’t think he should help without a professional.

Whenever he first found out about it, he gave you the biggest hug ever, wanting to make you feel better about yourself.

(Bulimia)

Found out after seeing your patterns of immediately going to the bathroom after you ate every single time. He had followed you and waited outside the bathroom door and barged in a few minutes after you went in.

Probably questioned why you would do something like that. He didn’t mean for it to sound like he was mad, cause he wasn’t, but he couldn’t help raising his voice a bit.

Keigo was trying to be caring as he could to try to attempt to make you feel better.

He formulated a plan with you to help you get better. He suggested multiple reasonable solutions, for example, you staying near him after eating and actually communicating when you felt like you needed to go force yourself to throw up.

He also suggested therapy and/or a recovery program for yourself.

(Binge eating disorder)

Keigo would help you with things like hiding food and such. He knows how guilty you feel after binging and he comforts you whenever you binge again.

He tries his best to keep you as happy as possible so you don’t feel the need to binge when you’re sad.

Hawks tries to help you enforce healthy eating habits by keeping logs of what you eat and tend to binge. If you decide you don’t want the temptation to binge, he will throw out the foods you most often binge (with your permission of course)

Traumatized!reader

(TW!: MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE AND/OR NEGLECT)

(Physical abuse)

Depending on the time this took place, he has different reactions:

Childhood: When he is informed about what you went through as a child and teenager, he feels incredibly sad that you had to go through that. He asks if this has negatively effected your experience as an adult. He is now conscious of his movements, making sure not to do anything that could trigger a reaction from you.

Ongoing: He asks you why you are still with the person or people that are abusing you. Then he gets pissed. Most likely asks to speak to whoever it is that has been harming you. Either beats the shit out of them or just straight up calls for their arrest. Police will be called.

(Mental abuse)

Childhood: He asks if you have ever sought help for the trauma that occured. If you have not, he suggests that if it’s still bothering you, (which, why wouldn’t it?) you should seek help for it. If you can’t for whatever reason, he offers to listen to your ventings whenever you are feeling bad.

Ongoing: He asks why anyone would ever do that to you (Because you are a lovely human being <3). He’s pissed off that you’ve been neglected and hurt by others and most likely will get into a screaming match with whoever it is who hurt you if he ever encounters them. Does his best to get you out of the situation.

Anxious!reader

He is the ultimate anxiety soother.

If you wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and are extremely anxious, he will not hesitate to wrap his wings around you and shush you back to sleep

If you’re socially anxious, he will offer you his hand to hold whenever he sees that you’re getting nervous.

I feel like he bought you one of those anxiety ring. If you pick at your fingers, he probably bought it to keep you from hurting yourself. If not, then he just figured it would give you something to distract yourself with.

Very sympathetic.

Keigo will always remove you from any uncomfortable situations you find yourself in socially. Someone hitting on you? REMOVE. A group of people overwhelming you? REMOVE. You get the point.

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takami-takami · 2 years

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/smut/

mean!hawks walking into the apartment you share and hears you using a toy and he just.. snaps? He throws open the door and yells, degrading you, asking if his cock wasn't enough or if you're just a slut, grabbing you by the hair and mocking you as you whimper for stimulation as he throws the toy. "Look at that, you're such a little slut beggin for orgasm that maybe i should just fucking overstimulate you into oblivion."

Baby, I'm All You Need.

includes— hawks x fem!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— a bit of toxic!keigo. he's clingy. <3. a smidge of yandere. dirty talk. overstimulation. abandonment issues. rough sex. degradation. mirror sex. reader is way too into it.

Keigo wants to believe in you.

He wants to believe that his sweet, blushing mess of a girlfriend wouldn't lie to him. He fights back the seething, green rage that stirs in the depths of his chest, channeling it into each stomp of his steel-toed boots on his way to follow that damned buzzing sound. It grates his ears, cracks his composure with each passing second.

You still love him, right? You still need him, you wouldn't replace him. Would you? The tips of his gloved fingers trace the rails of the stairway, gliding with the turn of the corner as he stalks up the stairs. With each stride, the buzz pierces closer to his ears, picks at the recesses of his sanity.

Nah, you couldn't. Poor thing, you'd just about die without him. You're always reminding him of how perfect he feels, always fuckin' whining about how good he dicks you down, pawing at his cock, how oh, oh, Keigo– ah! Don't need anything but you, clamping down on him like a dumb bitch in heat.

Liar.

---

This is Keigo's favorite part of the morning. Seeing him off by the doorway, your delicate fingers fluff the cotton details of his hero costume's coat, fussing over each little imperfection. He watches you with rapt attention, with a lovesick crease around his eyes. Your fingers pull at his clothes with a delicate yet firm touch. It drives him mad.

"Let me sew some buttons on your coat one of these days," you insist. "What if you get cold, Kei'?" The pout of your lip is too irresistable, practically inviting him to give one peck on the lips; one that quickly devolves into countless. It's always like this between the two of you– your friends coo at the public displays of affection, lamenting about how lucky you two are to have found each other.

You'd be inclined to agree. He's sickly sweet as fermented toffee, totally attached at your hip and absolutely refusing to let go. It's endearing; the way he pouts and paces outside the bathroom door as you brush your teeth in the morning, how he whines and drags you back to the couch with him the second leaving even crosses your mind, how your phone blows up more often than not each day with texts full of declarations of his love. His most recently used emojis are just about every heart you can type.

Spoiled puppy. You indulge his every whine, unlock the doors of his kennel cage, let him pounce on you and pull you along by his leash. It's not your fault. How can you resist eyes like those?

He plants a chaste kiss to the crown of your head as you close your eyes in contentment. "Be good for me, yeah?" You feel the pads of his thumbs rub circles in your cheeks as he cradles your face in his palms.

"I will!" You chirp back.

Pleased, he walks out the door, before he remembers one last thing. His coat flows with his little spin around to face you again. He beams a smile at you, heels clicking against the floor as he walks backwards with an innocent wave.

"And don't touch till I get back. 'Kay, sweetness?"

---

Your flinch is palpable, jumping out of your skin at the slam of your shared bedroom door against the wall. You lift the sheets to cover your shame, blinking wide-eyed at the unhinged sight that greets you at the doorway.

His wingspan flares, flapping once like he's attempting to make his already imposing presence even larger. More possessive. He stalks toward you with rapt focus, sending a single feather to slam the door shut behind him.

"K-Kei', what're you–"

"Up. Now." He orders, gripping you by the hook of your arm and pulling your trembling legs to stand. The now forgotten toy clinks as it hits the floor, rolling beneath the bed. That damned buzz finally ceases, switch flicked off with the swish of a feather.

He drags you up, walking you backwards until your rear collides with the cold expanse of the sliding mirror doors on your closet. A heavy mix of fear and arousal heats your body, makes you whine into the crash of his lips against yours.

"What did I say," he asks, muffled against your mouth as he refuses to pull away. "What did I fuckin' tell you? Is my cock not enough for you, or are you just that greedy?"

His hands are all over you, pulling you impossibly close, like something could rip you from his grasp at any second. You huff in realization.

"You... You're jealous," you breathe out. Your smile reflects your singing blood, the adrenaline coursing through your veins at his vicious actions. You greedily drink in the sight of his furrowed brow, the twinges of rage and sexual frustration that tense the veins of his temple.

He leans back with a giddy, knowing smirk plastered across his face. He eyes your squirms, dragging a single finger through the slick that pools between your thighs. He pants, "what, are you fuckin' enjoying this? You actually like this kind of shit?"

In his moment of surprise, his moment of weakness, you sink your teeth into the skin of his jugular. His masochistic, shocked moan urges you on, feeds your hope that your behavior will get to him. Instead, he throws his head back in breathless ecstacy, barking out a laugh.

His eyes are lidded when he locks his gaze downward on you.

"God, you're such a freak."

The air is suddenly knocked from your lungs with the way he spins you around with a speed only he can attain, shoving you forward and pressing your front flush against the mirror. He grins and rolls his eyes at your squirms of discomfort, pleased with the sight of your tits and pretty face pushed up against the reflective surface in front of you.

Your fingers claw and grapple to keep a steady grip on the glass, failing miserably to his delight. His sigh is full of smiles. The thrumming anger he feels is soothed bit by bit with each wave of pleasure he gets from seeing you struggle.

He kicks your legs apart, bends the arch in your back to his liking. He's so nice to you, shoving two slick fingers inside to prep for his cock. Even through the grit of his teeth, he scissors his fingers to stretch you out. You're so lucky, aren't you?

But that's all you're getting. All you deserve.

The last thing you hear is the clink of his belt being undone before inch by inch, he buries his thick cock inside, shushing your gasps and whimpers. Though, it's not like anyone could hear those precious little moans over the obscene, wet sounds between your legs anyway.

You're perfect for him.

"Bet you spend all your precious time while I'm gone tryin' to get your pathetic cunt off," Keigo says. "But you just can't, can you? Not without me. Not without my help."

He spares no time setting a steady pace, pulling out to the tip and plunging inside, over and over. He gnashes his teeth at the tight vice of your pussy gripping his cock, blinking the white spots in his eyes away. Each chant of his name from your lips steals his breath, steals the blood from his head and makes him lightheaded. You say his name like a goddamn title. Like a prayer to your God.

Yeah, he decides. This is exactly where you belong.

"No one else, nothing else can make you feel like I can. Ain't that right?"

You choke out a broken moan in response, fogging the glass with your desire.

Cute, but not what Keigo wants to hear. He fists the roots of your hair, a silent demand.

"Say it. Fuckin' say it," he growls. Anyone less aquianted with his mannerisms and quirks would fail to notice the desperate nature underneath his tone; how it's less of an order and more of a beg, an unspoken 'please' hanging in the air between you.

Your whine is pathetic, moaning your agreement into the palms of your hand. With your eyes squeezed shut, you miss the eye-roll he gives in response.

"Awww, babydoll, don't be shy now," He coos with faux sympathy, mocking the way your lips purse into a pout. His taunting, lilted hmmm devolves to near-sadistic chuckles.

Of course you'd play dumb now. You're probably holding on to whatever scrap of dignity that hasn't dripped from your pussy at this point.

"Quit whining, you know you fuckin' love it." He rips both your hands from your face, pinning them behind your back with just one of his fists. Your own wrists are used to pull you back onto his punishing thrusts.

"See that, baby?" A firm hand pulls your head back, forces you to make eye contact with the dishevelled, drooling mess in the mirror. "My pretty little whore."

"Mm-hmm! I-I'm yours, your whore," you choke. His smirk is crooked, high on endorphins and fueled by the power dynamic he so graciously established for the both of you.

"See, was that so hard?" His coarse, thick digits begin to rub circles on your clit as a reward, dipping down to collect your slick and back up to continue the tight circles. He winds you like a toy.

"My baby's so honest when they're getting fucked, huh?" Keigo plants a too-chaste kiss on your cheek, condescending and smitten with your submission. Still, he mocks, "that all it takes to make you admit the truth, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yours, yours, yours," you pant in response. You drown on his cock, tight threads coming loose with every slap of his hips against yours. "Need you, only you. Gonna– Keigo, gonna, I'm–"

Close? Yeah, he knows.

His fingers keep the same pace on your clit, drawing higher and higher pitched moans. You crash over your high, squeaking and hiccuping his name through your tears.

Reality hits you when you realize he hasn't slowed at all, that he isn't giving you even a single second to cool down— no, he chases his own high and ignores the fit you pitch, completely disregards your cries of overstimulation.

"Since you like cumming that much, why don't you keep doin' it for my entertainment?" He jabs at your crumbling dignity.

This is your fault. He'll fuck that into you for as long as it takes.

"That's right. I'm all you'll ever fucking need."

#thank u for giving me an excuse to write this <3 #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #💌 asks #keigo takami x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #smut mention #hawks smut #meanie!hawks

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munchcorner · 1 year

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Keigo arrives soaked in mud. He drags his feet across the floor and frowns at the trail he leaves with each step.

"What happened to you?" Touya asks, emerging from their room. A sigh escapes Keigo's lips, "I tumbled down the mountain while chasing after a villain."

Touya chuckles as he walks toward Keigo to help him undress, "What are these wings for if you're going to use your feet to chase after a villain?"

"The trees and the rain were in the way. Had the weather been in my favor, I would've caught them in a second," Keigo pouts. He sheds his wings and piles them in a corner.

"I bet that villain's going to brag about being such a pain for the number two hero to chase," Touya teases before running to the kitchen when Keigo glares at him.

Keigo crosses his arms and then scoffs when he sees Touya approach him with a basin and towels, "Still, he won't be bragging about being caught within five minutes."

Touya rolls his eyes, "you timed the chase?"

"No," Keigo answers.

"If so, how can you be sure you caught him within five minutes?" Touya continues to poke fun at Keigo.

Keigo furrows his brows, "Just because. Besides, even if it wasn't within five minutes, I'm sure it's within ten. Before you can say anything else, the bottom line is no one can catch him faster than I can."

Touya presses his lips to stop himself from laughing. He can't help but tease Keigo's speed because it's the only way to ruffle his feathers.

"Sure, whatever you say," Touya says, then walks away with the towel and the basin. "Do you want a warm bath or a cold one?"

"Warm," Keigo enters the bathroom and hugs Touya from behind, "thank you for helping me wash up. I love you." Keigo sneaks a kiss before getting into the bathtub to relax.

Touya turns quickly turns away to hide his blush. He raises a middle finger, saying, "You owe me a new set of towels. Your filthy ass stained those towels, I'm sure."

Keigo chuckles, "Sure. I'll buy you two sets tomorrow."

"You better," Touya replies. He slams the door shut before walking to the living room to gather Keigo's dirty clothes.

Touya throws the clothes into the washing machine before returning to the living room to take Keigo's feathers. He gathers them in a basket before walking to the bathroom to ask Keigo how to clean them.

"Should I throw these in the washer?" Touya teases, hoping Keigo will panic. To his surprise, Keigo calmly nods, "Yeah, just throw them in."

"I'm not kidding." Touya shows Keigo the basket, "I'll throw them in without a second thought."

"Do it."

Touya's jaw drops, "aren't you scared of being overstimulated?"

Keigo smiles at him, "I'm used to it. I didn't have anyone to help me clean my feathers. So, I trained myself to get used to the feeling of having them cleaned by the washer."

Touya's heart shatters. He hates the nonchalance in Keigo's tone, but he can't say anything in rebuttal. So, he turns his heel and walks to the laundry room.

Touya opens the washer, ready to throw the feathers inside, but thinking about seeing those feathers turn around like clothes stop him. He groans and enters their second bathroom to carefully wash Keigo's feathers.

"I thought you threw them into the washer?" Keigo asks, confused after seeing Touya cursing under his breath as he carefully washes each of Keigo's feathers.

"I fucking hate you. Why do you have so many feathers? I shouldn't have cleaned them. I should've burned them and let you regrow new pairs. Besides, what's the point..." Touya's complaints were cut short after Keigo kissed him.

"You fucking asshole! You can't even let me finish my sentence!" Touya punches him with genuine annoyance, making Keigo laugh as he shields himself.

"I'm sorry! I'll take you to Greece next week if that makes you feel better!" Keigo says after grabbing Touya's wrists to stop him from punching him.

"You better. I'm not doing free labor." Touya returns to washing Keigo's feathers after hearing Keigo's offer. Keigo's hearty laugh echoes in the bathroom while Touya lists his demands.

#dabihawks #dabi x hawks #touya x keigo #hawks x dabi #keigo x touya #toukei #bnha hotwings

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nohoney · 1 year

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how would yn react if both us!keigo and us!touya hit up other girls after they found out ab shig and the drugs (=your prev drabble)

oh she’d definitely be unhappy

there’s resentment from all sides of the relationship, which they’re all aware isn’t healthy but they all don’t know any healthy way to react to anything.

warnings: drug use, infidelity, toxic relationships

There’s no such thing as fairness and you learned that a long time ago.

Trying to be equal in everything was sometimes an impossible task and at one point, you just sort of gave up trying to make everything fair and wanting it to be fair. Everyone understood who was favored more at times and when one person got what they wanted more than the other. It’s a silent understanding amongst the three of you.

You’re silent but seething.

Keigo laughs amongst a group of people not too far off while you hang onto Touya’s arm. You have a drink in hand and that’s almost empty, your third of the night. Alcohol swims in your bloodstream and you’re drunk. The party is too loud and you don’t like how you feel.

You don’t like watching Keigo being flirted on by another girl.

He was always flirtatious, your pretty blond haired boyfriend, that was apparent before he became yours. He was more loyal than Touya was, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t push your buttons with how friendly he was to other people. To other girls. To girls you thought were prettier than you. Touya made you insecure from the very beginning that you were used to, but Keigo making you feel insecure was different.

Whether you were naturally a jealous person or having two boyfriends just made you jealous, you weren’t sure.

“Where are you going?” Touya asks when you push yourself off him and start to walk away. All you do is tap your nose and roll your eyes at him, needing more than a drink to settle you and the ugly jealousy that’s making you unsettled. “Get back here right away when you’re done.”

“Fuck you.” You call back over your shoulder as you walk away.

You find an empty bathroom and shut the door behind you, turning the lock to ensure privacy. From your dress pocket, half a gram of coke is pulled out and set onto the bathroom countertop along with an old credit card that expired two years ago and a cut up straw. It’s already crushed and ready to prep but you don’t take it just yet.

Instead you sit on the toilet and let out a little cry.

It’s so embarrassing; you haven’t drunk cried at a house party in so long. You feel like it’s more embarrassing than when people know that you’re throwing your guts up in a toilet. Part of you wants to walk out of this house party but they don’t trust you right now. Vice versa, you don’t trust your boys right now either.

Touya fucked someone else again and Keigo seems to not be too far behind to doing the same thing again. You never fucked Shigaraki though so you don’t see why they’d punish you that way.

Well maybe you do know; cheating is the easiest way to hurt someone.

You betrayed us. Touya’s words ring in your head.

“Fuck you.” you curse them as you sit up and wipe your tears. There’s knocking at the door and you announce that you’ll be out in a minute. You flush the toilet and then run the faucet, using it as a cover up as you quickly prep a line on the countertop. You gum whatever strays are left and put everything back in your pocket. The door bumps and you roll your eyes.

“Alright! I’m fucking out!” You jerk the door open and your whole body freezes in front of you.

“Aw dove, there you are.” Keigo laughs, breezy and light as usual as if he wasn’t just caught making out with the very girl you saw him flirting with. Lipstick on his neck and his hair is all mussed up. “You’re done right?”

“Yeah. All fucking yours.” You push right past him, bumping your shoulder against the other bitch and flipping him off. There’s no point in starting a whole fight. Touya and Keigo get to do whatever they want and you’re supposed to deal with it. This is their payback to you. No amount of crying or pouting is going to garner any sympathy.

You just have to deal with it.

“Hey! Hey!” Keigo calls and grabs your arm before you can walk any further. “You were crying.”

No fucking duh.

You try to shrug off his arm and get as much space away as possible. Touya fucking someone else was one thing, unfortunately something you’re used to; but Keigo doing it was completely different. It hurts you more and makes you more upset than usual. It makes you feel ugly inside and you want to scream into the air. Yeah, you hurt them but why do they always have to hurt you more?

“C’mere baby, you’re upset-“ Keigo coos to you but you’re pushing him off. The drip of the cocaine hits the back of your throat and you feel the chemicals hit your brain. You were sluggish just a moment ago but now you feel a little more awake.

“Stop. I don’t want you touching me.” You tell him firmly, “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want you.”

Keigo retreats, his face set in a frown, and he puts his hands up as if admitting defeat. “Fine. I was checking on you, but you don’t want me.”

It feels like a sharp punch to the gut; he always insists that he comfort you even when you’re being difficult. So to have him give up so quickly… hurts. You and him stand together for a tense seconds as if waiting for the other person to make the first move. You stand with wounded pride that’s deteriorating by the second and you feel as if you’re going to go crazy.

“Christ, come here.” Keigo sighs and pulls you by the arm, pushing aside the girl who gasps in indignation. He pulls you into the bathroom with him and locks the door. The girl on the other side pounds on it a few times but seems to leave after getting no response.

He moves to hug you but you’re pushing him off. “Hey, I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t, okay? You know I love you.” He speaks calmly to you and wipes at your tears that start to fall down your cheek. “I wasn’t, I swear. She and I just made out and that-“

“Stop lying to me. I already know you fucked her upstairs.”

Keigo is silent, his lips pursing before he shrugs his shoulders. “So you saw, huh?” He admits without a fight, “Was I obvious?”

“Touya pointed it out when you were gone for a little bit. What else was I supposed to think you were doing? Braiding her hair?” Anger is the first emotion that you allow to be shown because you refuse to let yourself show how hurt you are. You’re failing at it but you still try to keep your pride. “Are the two of you done hurting me?”

You back up as Keigo walks towards you, pinning you to the bathroom sink and placing his hands on either side of you so that you have nowhere to exit. “Only because you hurt us first.”

“I never fucked anyone else though.” You point out, “How is this a fair punishment?”

“You still went behind our backs.” Keigo argues, “But you’re right; this isn’t fair. It’s the only way we knew it would get to you.”

God, you are in love with a sick pair of fucks. Only in their fucked up minds is this a suitable way to get back at you. All of this happening because Touya wouldn’t deal you anything after your huge fight. Of course you being sorry and feeling guilty wasn’t enough for them; they had to hurt you more than you hurt them.

Your pride finally deflates and you start to openly cry. It was exhausting trying to keep yourself propped up but you didn’t have the energy anymore at this point to keep your head up high. All you want is out of this bathroom and out of this party.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” Keigo whispers as he places his hands on your waist and helps you to sit up on the countertop, “My little baby bird. You feel me, right? I thought of you the entire time. It was the only way for me to stay hard.”

Keigo places your hand over the print of his cock, he’s hard beneath his jeans and he sighs at your touch. His hips rock into your hand and he leans over to kiss you. “No one sucks cock like you. She didn’t do it right, she used her teeth and doesn’t gag on my dick like you do.”

It’s a strange praise that he’s giving you right now. Comparing you to someone else knowing that he did hate the experience but enjoying the pain that it inflicted on you.

“Get off,” you sniffle, “you’re dirty.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Keigo agrees, “Let’s stop hurting each other. Let’s go home then. We’ll find Touya and we’ll all make up with one another. You’re still ours and we’re still yours. We don’t want to fight. We can get over what happened together.”

He kisses you, muffling any words you have to say because he knows that you’re going to agree. Of course you’re not offered any apologies and you stopped expecting them a long time ago in the same way you stopped expecting fairness in the relationship.

“Take me home.”

#oh man writing the last two drabbles really makes me miss us series #all the toxicity and awfulness that are interwoven with feelings they consider love #such an unhappy and deeply toxic throuple #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #us series #tw drugs #tw cheating #tw toxic relationship

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