#hakws x reader

[stonertora]

Hawks with a dragon hybrid s/o

minors dni! NSFW

warnings: creampies, anal, pp in v, bloodkink (ig?), squirting, choking, spit

Fluff:

i feel like his favorite bodypart would be your wings, simply because they are way bigger than his own, at least twice his size

your wings would be made of skin, he loves touching them, they're so soft and warm

he also loves stroking your horns, they’re so colorful and match your tail

speaking of your tail, he loves it when you two cuddle and you wrap your strong tail around his waist or leg, it makes his feel safe, he’s used to make others feel safe, so it was new to him to be the one feeling safe

he just thinks you look so cute but majestic at the same time, he’d treat you like the goddess you are

would definitely show you off to everyone

your eyes have the key to his heart fr, man was totally flabbergasted when he first looked at them, feeling completely lost and devoured to you

he loves watching you eat or laugh, tbh everything you do that shows your fangs, which have a weird influence on him, but in a good way,man’s totally obsessed with them

NSFW:

usually you’re the dominant, at least in your past realationships, he’d be the only one to dom you, for sure

the first times having sex with him were weird to you, being the submissive one was completely new and unknown to you, you definitely needed some time to get used to that

but you learned to completely trust him after some time, but that didn’t mean that you would make it easy for him tho 😏

jokes on him, he absolutely loves it when you ride him and choke him tho. it drives him insane, letting you have control of his breathing, his life at the very moment

he’s also so in love with your lil plump ass, you can’t get away without 2 spankings a day, at least. he mostly likes it covered in his cum

he’s always down to fuck your tight lil asshole tho. Man’s not horny rn? jus turn around and shake your cute lil ass for him, and he’s ready to to

don’t you dare tease this bird man though, he will 100% pin you down the same moment and will happily put a dildo in you pussy, a butt plug in your lil hole and a vibrator on your clit. he won’t fuck you tho. he’ll tie you up to your shared bed and leave you there for hours, and prolly watch tv while he eats sum nuggets he got from kfc later that evening

being a dragon hybrid you also have something similar to his mating season, but it’s more about fucking than love , at least it’s also about spring time. when this time comes, you two always take at least two to three weeks off work

he’s a whore for your wet cunt, he’d always tell you about how ,,it’s just made for me” or how it’s like ,,your cunt is shaped for my cock”, he’s also cumming in you a lot, cause it feels like you’re closer to each other, or maybe just because you look just so pretty, face all red from crying, his big cock fully inside your throbbing pussy, clit all swollen from the circles he rubbed in 10 mins earlier, his cum dripping out of your stretched out hole, ruining the sheets

you’re a whore for his neck kiss sessions, soft lips caressing the flesh of your soft skin, short little moans leaving your throat, just so desperate for him, hoping for him to cover your soft flesh in purple love bites for everyone else to see ❤️

once he bit down you neck a little too hard, making you bleed, he felt so bad and kept apologizing for hurting his princess, but at the same time it made his blood flush to his cock, he was ashamed about it at first, who would like seeing his s/o hurt or even bleed? jokes on you, it’s him, he does. it drives him crazy seeing how the thick red liquid matches with your pale skin, he can’t explain it

let’s not forget about that he has to work a lot, due being the number 2 pro hero of Japan, so when you get home all stressed about work and he’s not able to just fuck you, he’s always more than happy to help you realax. just sit on his face, and don't you worry about your weight, he would die a happy death, if he would suffocate between your thic thighs. he just wants to please his princess

one time he wouldn't stop fingering you, even tho you told him that you actually had to pee. long story short, you couldn't handle another orgasm and started squirting. the sheets getting covered in hot liquid, you were so embarrassed, Keigo on the other side, just unlocked a new kink.

he loves to spit in your mouth, your pussy or on your tits or stomach, but mainly in your mouth or pussy, it’s something that shows how intimate you allow him to be with you, how much you trust him

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto's First Kiss Timeline? Idk let's plot it out together

Gif Caption: Me and Shoto sitting together on the train, vibing. 💕

Hi All!!

If you're a fan of the Shoto's First Kiss series, Chapter 5 dropped at like 3:30 am EST this morning because I am an absolute HEATHEN and decided to have a late night/early morning editing session for 3 hours before posting. This was fun because I decided to add the whole Lisa Frank phone background scene for kicks and add a little more build up to the smut scene (I love a slowish burn...what can I say!?).

@brie-is-cheesy had some great questions in the comments of Chapter 5, I'm going to post it below and answer the best I can! I don't have a full answer to everything and I'm taking some ✨creative liberties ✨ here and there but lets see if I can clear some things up for my lovely readers!

Hiiiii, totally loved it; I was wondering when this is set? Like the timeline, I just got confused I'll leave the list of confusing things about the timeline,, I wrote about how much I love this in my reblog cuz this is awesome!! -since bnha is set in the mid to late 2100s I was wondering if the older songs they're listening to will include songs that are relatively new for us as of now? -when does this occur? Like you mentioned they're in their first year, and its after they've moved into the dorms but it's nearing the summer of next year, so is it after the war arc, or after the events of bnha entirely? Just wanted to ask! Thank you for the update!!<3 - brie-is-cheesy

Okay these are FAB questions and honestly I can't give you a straight answer to all of them!

Here's the background: So this story started out as a one shot - this past year, Shoto hasn't been one of my main MHA favorites. When I started the Red Riot Unbreakable Heart blog, my goal was to focus on what I've been calling "My Big Three." This includes Kirishima (lol thus my username), Hakws, and Hitoshi Shinsou (I love me an emo man). I was sprinkling in smutty one shots here and there involving other characters (ex. BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala and Beneath the Bookshelves | BakuDeku ). Shoto was one of those random one offs that I was like, huh why not!? But then I published Shoto's First Kiss (Part One) this one shot about Reader x Shoto totally took off in a way I wasn't expecting. Shoto resonates a lot with you all and the more I started writing for him, the more I grew to love him. He's so complex and in need of love and care. He has so much capacity for love!! I wanted to explore that more and figure out how he would act in his first encounters with intimacy and relationships. So I kept posting chapters, and started plotting out this wild story!

Timeline: When I started writing the one shot, I wanted the story to ambiguously take place in the 2nd or 3rd year when the characters were a little older. I was kind of working it in an AU where the war had vaguely happened and was over but everyone is okay and no one was injured/died/had their quirk impacted by AFO. In the context of Shoto's First Kiss chapter one - the war doesn't matter (at least if you re-read it I hope you don't find any plot holes mentioning the war!?). Also I have tried to say "Class A" instead of "Class 1A" because as I wrote more chapters, I still hadn't figured out what year we are in here.

Now that we're world building and have a more fleshed out story, here's what I'm thinking. Bare with me, we are going to need to suspend some disbelief here and I might need to go back and make some tweaks to previous chapters to keep everything in line with this line of thinking. But let's say this:

Timeline: The timeline takes place in the character's 1st year. I just combed through this timeline of MHA that someone put together on Reddit. I'm thinking this likely takes place at the end of Term 1. Final exams are coming up, and the students have heard a little about the training camp. Most of the MHA events so far are probably cannon in my fic universe, unless otherwise mentioned. The great thing for me is - most of MHA is in the context of Izuku's experiences, so there's a lot of wiggle room in the timeline for what could be happening between Shoto x The Reader. I haven't decided if the current chapters take place before or after Shoto/Izuku/Ida's encounter with Stain, because I can see some interesting plot points coming from that. I'll think about it!! This may change, but for purposes of continuity I think this could work as I move forward with my plotting!

Age: All the characters are at least 16. Let's just roll with that and take some creative liberties here. I'm aging everyone up.

The Dorms: In this fic universe, I pictured the students moving into the dorms at the start of the year. Like the dorms are just part of the normal UA experience - for all intents and purposes it's a boarding school.

The Songs: Okay this is a really interesting idea! I am literally just putting in playlists of music I like right now, I didn't think much about modern music flowing into the story. Lol would Honenuki listen to BRAT!? Maybe. I love him and think of him as a sweet chill cinnamon roll of a dude, though. I think he would be scandalized by Guess Featuring Billie Eilish. Or maybe he'd love it. He'd def love Chappell Roan, though. Dude is a sloot for Red Wine Super Nova and I just know it!

The Vibe: @ all of my beloved readers - I realize that this story means a lot to people, and I love that!! Even though we explore complex and serious subject matter at times, this is still a goofy silly story that I write for fun! Please don't hold me to these ideas that I'm throwing out in a semi-public brainstorm. I am but a simple fanfic writer who churns out most of the Shoto pages at midnight after I work two jobs. Shoto's First Kiss is a project that I write purely for fun and to build community with other adult MHA fans. I'm not like going to publish this as a book or put it on Patr*on behind a paywall or something. So let's keep it light! That being said, I love interacting with everyone so if there are fun questions that you think would be interesting for me to answer in this story, let me know! I'm very open to hearing thoughts and considering new ideas here :)

Okay okay SORRY FOR SO MUCH INFO! Thanks again @brie-is-cheesy for being so thoughtful in your reading and for asking these great questions! This is def going to help me guide the next few chapters of the story as I plot things out and as we get a satisfying next chapter in The Party arc. I'm going to post this reply on my Master List so we can all keep track of it and come back to it easily if needed.

As always, thanks for reading!! Sending good vibes to all ☺️

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️��💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

My Master List

Red's Recos: If you're looking for more fun smutty stories from my writing desk, I'll share 3 of my all time favorites from my Master List. These are all fairly long and have a lot of sexual tension/build up with some satisfying smut scenes:

How to Suck Your Best Friend’s D*ck 🍆💋

BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala

A Long, *Hard* Night with Eijiro Kirishima

[lmskitty]

As a writer, can you see the appeal of self-shipping? I don't mean to be negative, but I just don't understand that concept. Like, I just got block because I wrote fics about Endeavor/Hakws and Sukuna/Yuuji by my group of fics writers.

Before I was blocked some member criticize me by saying "how could you ship age gap like that, that is wrong in so many way". And I answered, "at least better like me than wrote self shipping like some of you guys. Gojo/reader and Sukuna/reader is just weird in so many ways". Then I was blocked.

Do you think I'm wrong?

So as a bit of an older fan I think it's important to learn "don't like don't read" but I don't think a lot of people get that. Like for me personally I get squicked by age gaps or anything involving kids/adults specifically like Gojo/his students or even Gojo/Sukuna because it's often still in Megumi's body. I'm not gonna judge others for liking it I'm just actively not gonna seek out that content and when I do see it I'll just scroll away. I think people just need to learn to do that, sounds like your group of fic writers don't hit the same vibe as you and maybe you should seek out different discords etc.

On a personal level self shipping isn't as bad or as good as shipping characters etc. It's all fanfiction, it's all a free for all that's the joy of the internet. I could write a fic in which Geto's hair bang becomes personified and falls in love with Gojo's glasses. You can make the dumbest thing possible become reality through art and literature and I think we should be enjoying that rather than arguing about which one is more valid. I can see the appeal of most ships but what's more important is how you feel about it. If your ship makes you happy and you're not sending hate to people, who cares! Same to people who self ship, if you're not hurting anyone do what makes you happy ❤️

(I joked but Geto hair x Gojo sunglasses now sounds like a hilarious crack fic)

[epickiya722]

As a writer, can you see the appeal of self-shipping? I don't mean to be negative, but I just don't understand that concept. Like, I just got block because I wrote fics about Endeavor/Hakws and Sukuna/Yuuji by my group of fics writers.

Before I was blocked some member criticize me by saying "how could you ship age gap like that, that is wrong in so many way". And I answered, "at least better like me than wrote self shipping like some of you guys. Gojo/reader and Sukuna/reader is just weird in so many ways". Then I was blocked.

Do you think I'm wrong?

I'll be honest, I don't see the appeal of self-shipping for myself. While I do have my faves and some I do find attractive that if you asked "would you marry Nanami" I would say yes so fast. But! Would I write fics of shipping myself and that character? No. Would I write x reader fics? No. I just don't see myself writing fics like that just as much as apocalyptic AUs.

But I don't think think every person who writes that material is a weirdo or writes bad stuff.

This is just my guess, but I feel like some people do it (write self-shipping fic) because it's just nice sometimes to imagine yourself with your favorite. Have that enjoyment, you know? I won't say that is concrete since again, I'm not a self-shipper so I don't speak for self-shippers.

Now, I don't care for those ships, just my own preferences, but I do think it's harsh they attacked you over your fics and you have every right to feel upset. Yes, people do have issues with those ships because of the age gaps (and other reasons), but I don't think there's room to judge if said people attacked you write similar things. Like, are they older or younger than the characters they ship themselves with?

It's like "I'm allowed to do this, but you're not".

It's like... okay, example I have used before in another post. It's like how some people complain about how canon will treat the characters badly like "Everyone is dying and suffering" and even go as far as to wishing bodily harm on the writer (y'all... just say you don't like it, that is just bejng extreme and you know it) then turn around and be the same people who will read and write fics that put the characters through worse. Those people know who they are.

I like a good angst fic or two. Hell, I'm dabbling in a bit of horror right now. But, damn. Bit much to get hostile towards someone.

If I don't see a ship fic I don't like, I'm moving on. Out of sight, out of mind.

They attacked, you responded. I do have to ask, if you don't mind, how long were you in this group for and did they already know you wrote those fics, like did you tell them? Or are they just finding out? Do themselves write age gap fics?

For now, I just think it's best to move on from that group.

[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

[plush-rabbit]

Intimacy and Vulnerability In A Different Form

Request: Can I please request for some angst with Shigaraki, Hawks and Dabi. Their S/O acts like she enjoy choking but she feels like it’s what she deserve (basically triggering some suicidal/depressive thoughts) so they’ve always thought she liked it until one particularly rough session she started breaking down and begging them to kill her and they found out about her depression. Sorry if this is against the rules, I’m not sure what you don’t write for. But kinda need this in my life rn. Angst+Fluff and aftercare please!!!

Warning: self-harm mentions, suicidal thoughts

A/N: I hope you like it!! Take care of yourself and remember to do the best that you can to take care of yourself and if you can, take your meds!!

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Dabi:

His hands are heavy around your neck, a pressure that makes it harder to breathe and even harder to think anything coherent. His lips are bitter, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue and his smile presses itself against you in soft kisses. Dabi hovers above you, and as pleasurable as this all should be- the attention that he gives to you and the words that usually makes your body tremble- it’s only making you sick. The pressure tightens and all that can flash through your mind is the horrible mistakes of your past, every wound left open and salt poured on it as his words reach your ears. You aren’t sure what makes this night different compared to the others but your own hands are placed above his, your eyes squeezed tight as you press your hands down on his.

At first, he thinks nothing of it, believing it to just be you simply telling him that you want more pressure but as you continue, your face burns. Tears tracing down and marking you, your moans jumbled out and sounding so pitiful that he stops immediately. Your lips move, words slurred and are told out of order and he knows that something is wrong. You mumble something about wanting to die, and he pulls his hand away from your neck and your own hands that replace where his hand used to be. Your hands curl around your neck, scratching and pulling taut at your skin and you’re left sobbing as he stares down at you. His hands are soft, curving around your wrist and holding them together, watching as you rest against his bare chest, your tears slipping down his skin and burning against his scars.

He isn’t sure what to do. He’s unable to figure out if he should outright ask you what’s wrong but between your sobs and mess of words, he figures that that isn’t wise. The only thing that he can do is hold you close, let his hands rise in heat and rub them against your back, hoping that the motion will soothe you. He has you against him, crying and he knows- or at least has gathered enough information- to decide that you do indeed want to die. You lay against him, crying and letting your emotions get the best of you and he is unable to do what he should do, but yet, he stares at you, looking around the room hoping that the answer will be written on the walls. But, it's just him and you and a wall with chipping paint. There’s no answer to this and he isn’t good at playing therapist, and the most he can offer is a simple question of “are you okay?” even if it’s obvious that you aren’t.

While he isn’t good at sorting things out and giving advice, he is good at listening, taking things to heart and paying attention to the small details. He listens to you talk about how you have your own bad habits- you hand threads with his when you say that- and that sometimes you wish that something or someone would end your life so you didn’t have to do the dirty work. He knows enough about that to nod his head and hold your hand tighter. Your lips brush over the swell in his chest and you rest on his lap, your body shaking with the aftershocks of your sobbing, and your face still wet with tears. He listens well when you talk, nodding his head and squeezing your hand to show that he is still listening to you and his lips press against your head.

The last thing that Dabi wants is to hurt you. He doesn’t want you to see him as something that can only bring pain and destruction; he wants you to view him as a person. He tells you in a whisper that anything rough is out of the question, he doesn't want this to happen again. He tells you that he’ll be with you because he wants to be and that you two can still remain intimate but he won’t hurt you, he doesn’t want to be the reason that you cry. His hands are gentle as they move you away from him, his hand holding your jaw and his eyes linger to when a tear touches his thumb. He kisses the tip of your nose, his smile lazy and he offers a shower- just something to get rid of all the tears and sweat. It isn’t a permanent solution, but it’s the best that he can offer and he’ll stay true to his word, not wanting to go against our trust and safety. There’ll be another conversation about your mental health, but only when you’re more coherent and less in a negative state.

Shigaraki Tomura:

It’s already a dangerous situation to place yourself in with Tomura- his hands around your neck, his focus already diverting to pleasure rather than focusing on you. It’s times like these that he regrets not remembering where he placed the half gloves. His entire being is centered around death, his hands clawed and already so close to closing, the air becoming thin and harder to catch and you’re left with burning tears in your eyes. Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, straining your neck and making his hands close tighter around your neck. A part of you wants for it to hurt more, for his hands to close around your neck and squeeze until your lips are cold and he’s over your body. You call out in a croaky voice for him to tighten his grip, placing your hands over his and begging for his to close his fist. It’s getting harder to breathe and your vision is dotted in black, tears fall and catch on his hands and your moans have turned to cries. His hand loosens around your neck, his movements stopped and he carefully removes his hand away from you.

The air is tense in the room. Your cries echoing around and he stares down at your body as it closes around itself, your arms hugging your crying form. He carefully crawls beside you, clenching his teeth when the bed creaks under him, his body careful to not touch yours. Beside you, he sits, his back propped by pillows and his lips bitten as he calls your name. He isn’t sure what he’s hoping for in a response- he knows that the answer he wants is unrealistic given your state and he isn’t sure whether he can touch you or if that would lead you to spiral down. His hands catch at a piece of your hair, rubbing the ends between his thumb and index finger. He calls you once more, nudging his leg against your body, hoping that you’ll at least give him a sort of reply.

You give an odd sort of sound- something stuck between a cry and a hiccup- but he takes it. He leans over you, brushing away the stray hair and tears, grabbing at a shirt and cleaning your face with it. You hold his hands with yours, your palm over the back of his hand, the cloth pressed against your face, the warmth of his palms warming at your cheeks. He turns over to lie beside you, his chest against your back and his lips pressed over a bruising spot on your neck. You both lay in silence for a long moment, his hands sliding down until they curve around your stomach, his nose pressed against the back of your head as your cries turn into whimpers. He whispers words of comfort- telling you that it’s okay, that he’s stopped, and letting you just cry as his hands circle around your abdomen.

He asks you what happened, his lips pressed against your neck, his hands still and his words are solemn. He doesn’t know what set it off and he isn’t aware of what he should say and a part of him thinks that it’s his fault. He asks if it was his fault- that maybe he triggered something or something else that he doesn’t know what happened. Your confession about your state of mind makes his body go pale, a shiver running down his spine and his hands curl around your stomach. You make it a point of telling him it wasn't his fault- he hadn’t known, it was something that you kept as a secret. Your hands hold his, your face dry with tear stains still lingering against your face. After the sudden outburst, your tone grows drowsy, eyelids heavy and breaths deeper. He can sense that you’re growing tired, that the outburst took a lot of energy and he moves to grab at a blanket, letting it rest against your waist until you’re ready to move it closer to your body.

During the entirety of your relationship, Tomura has always put your wellbeing as a priority; he wants to know that you’re safe and healthy and when you confess about your issues, about how your mind works against you, he asks you to turn around. He holds you close, allowing you the option to look at him or hide your face, and he speaks slowly. He isn’t going to be the one that brings out painful memories, he’s going to be here for you. Perhaps, he won’t be the best at it, but he’ll do what he can, he’ll offer to listen and to talk, he’ll offer you snacks and hold you when you need to be held. He’ll try and that’s the best he can offer. For now, you’ll rest against him, your body covered by a blanket as he keeps you close, letting his arms wrap tight around you.

Takami Keigo:

A caring lover, Keigo takes great pride in giving in to your needs, wanting you to feel heard and seen during acts of intimacy. If you want his hands around your neck, then he’s willing to do it for you. His face will be pinched, a string of curses hissed under his breath as his hand tightens around your neck. You’re under him, a cloud of negative thoughts forming into a storm, your stomach twisting and churning with every move, your eyes closed tightly and yet, the pressure against your chest isn’t enough, the way that he has his hand wrapped around your throat simply isn’t enough.

It’s a simple bad day turned worse with sex. Despite the act of intimacy and the enjoyment that you derive from it, your thoughts scream loud, drowning out anything and you’re simply just tired. You beg him with a choking voice to tighten his grasp and he does, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, pulling away with a crooked grin. He doesn't realize what you want- that it isn’t tight enough for you, that you’re pleading for more and that you want him to close the gap until you’re heaving and gasping for air. You beg for it to be tighter and the most that he offers is a squeeze around your throat before he loosens. His hand pulls away as you start to cry, his face falling into a frown as your words are slurred between each cry, your hands covering your face, taking deep breaths with a bitterness that lingers on your tongue.

He ground you, grabbing your hands and lifting you up, his wings pushed back in an attempt to make you feel less crowded. You’re crying, your body trembling and chest shaking with every breath, as he tries to calm you down, asking you to mimic his breaths and tell him the colors on the bed sheet. He’s desperate, fear thick on his words and his hands wanting to hold you but he refrains. His voice is steady as can be, hesitation on the end of his words but nothing like yours that trembles and breaks with every sentence. He’s a hero, he knows what to do, how to calm those who are almost seen as being uncontrollable. He gets your breathing back to normal, holds your knees and has you play with his hand, the lines and calluses traced and touched under your jittery hand.. He lets you catch your breath, your body shaking and tears slowing down into heavy drops.

You open your arms, hands curling close in an attempt to ask him to come closer. He follows, wrapping his arms around you, and bringing you close to him. Careful as ever, he makes sure his wings are extended, careful to not wrap them around you nor him, wanting you to have as much space to breathe. Your hands roam around back, clinging to his shoulder blades, the tips of his feathers teased with your fingertips. His voice is calm, letting you start the conversation or choosing to save it for later and focusing on you right now. You move him and he is putty in your hands, molding into whatever you need him to be, leaning against the headboard and holding you close, feathers twitching restlessly as you lean on his chest. His hands circle back around you, his chin on the top of your head as you start to speak. He lets you take your time when your voice starts to crack, his presence nothing but soothing.

It’s difficult to listen to you talk so negatively about yourself and to know that the rougher stuff introduced during acts of intimacy were more of a punishment rather than something for pleasure. Keigo is patient in listening to you, holding you close to him and kissing your knuckles as you talk and go further in detail. He won’t push you to do things that are outside of your comfort zone and would prefer for you to take your own pace and come into realizations for yourself. He’s your partner and he’ll help you as much as he can, but he isn’t good at taking care of himself and can often find him going further than what’s good for you. He talks to you and runs his hand down your spine, moving around until you’re side by side, his smile almost pained. It’s a minute before he rises, holding you close to him and leading you to the bathroom, turning the water on and letting you stand under it, his hands covered in white fluff as suds cover your body, his body close to yours.

[simphellscape]

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2020 - 7:08PM // WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH, 2020 - 2:14 AM // next | tw: stalking (??), mild violence, gore, cops show up for a second, description of an anxiety attack

Keigo is perched atop a building, almost two miles away from his house, and seven miles away from your apartment. His enhanced vision can see you perfectly, even from fifty feet in the air. You’re sitting down on the sidewalk, hands wrapped around your knees. Worry and guilt churn in his stomach. He hates himself for prodding you in this way. His expert interrogation techniques, that he used on you for no good reason, were too much. This is his fault. And as much as he hates himself, he’s sure that you hate him infinitely more. Which is why he’s watching you instead of helping. You said that you can take care of yourself, but he’s not sure if you can, seeing as you just went the complete opposite direction of your home. But, he can’t meddle. He’s already done enough of that. All he wants is to make sure that you are safe. Then, he will leave you alone for the rest of forever.

He checks his phone for the time: 2:14am. It’s chilly. He considers just sweeping down and taking you in his arms for approximately the fiftieth time. Just flying you home, no matter how much you kick and hit and swear. Both heroic of him and not. He raises from his crouched position, preparing to take flight, when he hears the sound of shuffling feet. His head snaps towards the sound.

A burly man, obviously drunk, is stumbling down the sidewalk. He’s headed in your direction. Keigo reaches back and pulls a large feather from his wing, feeling it stiffen and sharpen in his hand. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but he will if that man even thinks about touching you.

The man’s eyes lock on you. A target. He hopes that this passerby is just asking for help. A phone call, perhaps. The man calls out to you, and you pick up your head. Keigo can hear the conversation.

“Hey, lil’ lady,” the man slurs.

“Can I help you?” you return, clearly unamused.

“Whatcha doin’ all by yourself? It’s late.”

“I know. I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I just bring you back to my place? You look like you need some help.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

The man grabs your wrist. Keigo is airborne immediately, swooping down at breakneck speed. You raise your other hand. Keigo lands, brandishing his weapon.

But the man is already down. He’s clutching his eye, writhing and wailing in pain. You whirl around to face Keigo.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out.

Your chest is heaving. You look crazed.

“I saw that guy trying to hurt you.”

“Were you following me?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

The man hears Keigo’s voice and raises his head.

“Hawks! Help me! This crazy bitch just stabbed me in the eye!” he cries.

Keigo tilts his head at you quizzically, and you lock your eyes on the ground. He steps towards the man to inspect his injuries. He’s right, you did stab him. A surgical needle is pinning the man’s eye shut. Keigo stands and turns to you again.

There is an almost impossible chance that you could be so accurate and so quick with an object of this size. The proximity limits that chance. The angle, even further. Sure, you’re a piercer. Sure, you were pumped full of adrenaline. But you’re a civilian. It’s suspicious how perfect your aim is.

“I’m sorry, I panicked,” you squeaked.

“You’re not in trouble. It was self defense,” Keigo shoots a glance back towards your attacker, “As for you sir, that’s assault and public intoxication. I’m gonna let the police deal with you.”

The man starts blubbering pleas and excuses to the hero, but Keigo pays him no mind. One of his feathers slides from his wing to secure the man’s hands behind his back.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Keigo demands of you and your attacker, tapping away at his phone.

He chats with the police for a moment, never breaking eye contact with you. As he hangs up, his mind is racing with possibilities. Is it a quirk? Are you trained in combat? Both? Neither? He mulls over the options in his mind, while you remain completely and totally silent.

Before long, the police arrive and put the man in cuffs. Keigo makes pleasant conversation with the officers. With a parting ‘thank you’, they drive off, drunken man in tow.

“What’s going on?” Keigo presses, his urgency catching even him off guard.

He notices your fists clench at your side. Your eyes are closed, brows knitted together. With a trembling breath, you respond.

“It’s my quirk. I have perfect aim and above average reflexes.”

This explanation makes perfect sense to Keigo. In fact, it makes him feel much better. Why are you so upset? He gingerly steps towards you, his voice softened.

“Okay. That’s okay. You’re okay. I’m sorry for getting angry. Can you tell me what’s going on? Why are you so worked up?”

You jerk your head up to face him. Your eyes, now wide, are filled with terror. He’s only seen fear like this on someone who has just narrowly survived an encounter with a villain. He wants to take you in his arms and shield you from everything. He wants to fly you somewhere far away from all of this hurt you’re obviously feeling. For now, he just waits.

“My name isn’t Sagi.”

He clenches his jaw. Worse possibilities start to swim in his brain. After all this time, he figures, someone has finally gotten close to taking him down from the inside.

“What is your name then?” Keigo asks, exchanging his empathy for authority.

His heart almost bursts as soon as the words leave his mouth as he sees you flinch. With your eyes screwed shut, you answer.

“My… my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N).”

He knows that name. Almost every pro hero does. The heart that was just bursting now drops to his feet. You take a deep breath and continue.

“I am -- I used to be -- Trick Shot.”

[atsushigre]

5AM flights

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: keigo flies you to work :)

wc: 1498

warnings: none! just straight fluff <3

a/n: okok this is my first fic!! hopefully people enjoy it :’) the idea wouldn’t leave me alone and thus. i had to create this. thanks to oni for the inspiration ily queen :’))

the sun crested over the horizon, brilliant shades of yellows and oranges painting the sky as golden light spilled from between buildings. the wind whipped around you, chilling you to the bone, face flushed red as the icy air bit at your skin, but you could handle a chill like this for the view of a lifetime. despite the frigid atmosphere, the man holding you tight radiated warmth, and you couldn’t help but tighten your death grip on the outside of his jacket as you tucked your face into his shoulder, desperate to warm your nose (and maybe, not so secretly afraid of the heights you’d managed to reach together). you could feel his shoulders shake and the rumble in his chest as he chuckled, gripping you closer to him, though the only thing filling your ears was the rushing of wind and the steady, reassuring flapping of wings; massive and regal and oh so dependable as you crested even higher in the sky above the waking city. 

it had taken weeks upon weeks of near relentless convincing, but finally, you had acquiesced to the frankly ridiculous request; keigo wanted to fly you to work one day a week. you’d held out for so long, not exactly thrilled at the idea of arriving to work windswept and breathless and obviously in the arms of a very famous pro hero (whom you weren’t exactly in a public relationship with, given the all-around danger that would come with such a declaration). but, for every rational argument you’d presented, keigo had the perfect counter to disarm you, ranging anywhere from a well thought out rebuttal to your opposition all the way to silent pouts and pleading puppy dog eyes (which, you’re ashamed to admit, did far more to convince you then the rational rebuttals ever could). 

finally, after this battle of wills, you’d relented, though you had a few stipulations of your own in order for this arrangement to work. firstly, you picked the day, not wanting to be surprised and scooped off into an impromptu flight, no matter how much that appealed to the hopeless romantic inside of you. secondly, you’d leave before the sun rose, in an effort to conceal not only your identity but the fact that you were being flown around at all. and lastly, he’d have to drop you on the roof of your building, to avoid prying eyes and adoring fans; after all, if you were going to indulge your boyfriend like this he’d have to indulge you right back, and a rare moment alone that wasn’t spent in the safety of either of your apartments was just too good an opportunity to pass up. 

after your acquiescence, keigo had shifted from begging you for permission to excitedly pestering you about when this new little tradition of yours could begin. you’d insisted upon a little patience, claiming you needed time to secure a roof access key, though a part of you was undoubtedly dragging the process out longer than it needed to be; whether it was because you were more afraid of the whole experience than you let on, or the fact that you’d grown to cherish the eager anticipation that would color your boyfriend’s whole demeanor every time he’d broach the subject you couldn’t tell. all you knew was that his impatient pestering and teasing were ridiculously endearing, and relishing the power you held to make him behave like this really wasn’t hurting anyone (though if you’d asked him he’d claim it was wounding him gravely. overdramatic much?)

and that’s how you’d ended up here, soaring high above even the tallest building of the city at 5:30 AM on a monday morning, burying your face into the warmth of your boyfriend’s frame as he cradled you close, occasionally sneaking glances at the sun climbing higher into the golden sky. you could feel the wind around you start to calm down, and you risked pulling your head out of the safety of keigo’s shoulder to see your periphery filled with the beating of his brilliant red wings, slowing to a near stop as you felt his feet impact with some sort of surface. standing solidly on the rooftop of your building, he adjusted you once more in his grip, the smooth leather of his gloves running lightly over where his hand met your legs, and you gave a quiet sigh as you watched his wings pull in close, a sign that the flight (terrifying, exhilarating, and far more intimate than you’d expected it to be) had come to its conclusion. your grip on his jacket relaxed, and your hand patted his chest twice as a smile slowly spread across your lips.

“thanks for the ride, pretty bird, but you can let me down now.”

“sure i can. will i? see that, that i’m not so sure about,” he grinned at you, tilting his head back so he can get a better look at you. golden eyes found yours from behind his visor, and his smile split across his face so wide it caused them to crinkle at the corners. the sight of him beaming at you pulled a giggle from your lips, and instinctively the hand resting on his chest floated up to cup his cheek, thumb smoothing over the light stubble near his jawline. he subtly turned his face to rest in your hand, and for a few seconds the two of you shared this moment, quiet and soft in the 5 AM light before the spell was broken by the growing sounds of daily traffic below. his eyes fluttered shut as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, and finally, he set your feet on the floor and moved his hands to rest gently on your waist instead.

“so? was it as horrible as you’d expected?” he mused, eyebrow raising to accompany his satisfied grin. you knew by the way he carried himself he could already tell that you’d enjoyed yourself, and though it pained you, you supposed that for being so right, he deserved the satisfaction of an “i told you so” just this once. 

with a resigned sigh, you stepped closer to his warmth, resting your head on his shoulder. “no, i suppose it wasn’t. i’d even say it was nice…...really nice.” your small smile grew wider as he not only wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer but unfurled his wings and curled them around the two of you, soft red feathers ruffling as he encased you in their protection. you felt a kiss dropped on the crown of your head before his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. you could already tell what it was for before the sigh fell from his lips and he reluctantly stepped back, reaching for the device so he could read the message.

“duty calls?” you questioned with a shrug, and the remorseful grin he gave you when his gaze met yours said all you needed to know.

“no worries. i should head inside anyway, i’m due to start in 15 and i’d like to grab some coffee beforehand.” as you started to step back towards the door, you heard him clear his throat loudly, and you whipped around to see him standing, arms crossed, before a single gloved hand reached up and tapped his cheek.

“not even a goodbye kiss for your favorite chauffeur?” you couldn’t help but shake your head with a grin as you closed the distance between the two of you, reaching up on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. you carded your fingers through his windswept hair with a final loving gaze, and the gentle blush that still crossed his cheeks even after all this time was enough to set your heart on fire. whoever said goodbye was the worst part was correct, no matter how temporary a goodbye it may be. knowing one of you had to make the first move, you stepped back, and he followed your lead, still looking you over even as he backed up to the edge of the rooftop.

“try and stay safe okay?”

“you know me. super safe, all the time.”

“sure you are, kei. sure.”

“any chance i can fly you home?” he said with a wink, stepping up onto the ledge.

“don’t push your luck, pretty boy,” you scoffed, “now scram. you’ve got people to save and autographs to sign.” 

“yes ma’am. right away.” with one final two-fingered salute, you watched as he leaned straight back off the edge of the building, wings unfurling, and for a few tense moments, he completely disappeared out of view, before finally soaring straight up and above your building with an excited holler, shooting off in the direction of whatever business he’d have to take care of for the day. 

you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face, and if subconsciously you were counting the days until your next flight, well, keigo didn’t have to know.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

An Odd Couple - Part 3

Warnings: Swearing

Part 2 <<<<<<<<<<<<<__________________>>>>>>>>>>> Part 4

[dabiboy]

NSFW thought of the day

Why isn't a Kuroo anon or a Hawks anon ✨railing✨ me right now 🥺😤

[bonbonthedragon]

FUCK my brain just exploaded! Thank you guys for the request btw :) I’ll have those done soon ;)

As for my brain exploding, I got som ideas for Cold Hands part6 ;)))) stay tuned

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Me realizing we’re going to hear Hawk’s voice

[heyheyheyhailz]

There’s not enough fics of haikyuu/mha bois being high w the reader an it makes my stoner heart SAD

[i-cant-sing]

OMG YAN!GODFATHER HAWKS WAS SOMETHING I DIDN'T KNEW I NEEDED! Like just imagine him coming over almost everyday to make sure their soft little Todoroki won't get hurt anymore. I could already taste the tension between him and Dabi EHNDKDDKDIDKDKDKDK 🛐🛐🛐

On another note, for the longest time I thought your pfp was Hisoka for some reason LMAOKBRKDDKDKD

Yandere Godfather Hawks x reader

HWGAFQJSJCDJSISBS ZVH I'M SO HAPPY U LIKE TODO CLAN! I love Godfather Hawks too! I have sm stuff planned for him, but school got in the way 😭😭

And secondly, how dare u insult buff hello kitty like that? And that too with that clown???

Okay on to the ask!

Yandere Hawks:

Like for sure Hawks will be flying in a couple of times a week to check up on his baby bird! You had him so scared when he first met you, so he'll be sure to visit you as often as possible. And everyone besides Enji, hates Hakws. Because you feel more comfortable with him. They've seen how much livelier you become next to him, how you're all smiles when he's around, how you would be looking up in the sky, waiting for him.

And of course you feel more comfortable around Hawks. Why wouldn't you? He'd listen to you, acknowledge you, doesn't gaslight you. When you tell him about your fears and worries, he doesn't brush you off. He doesn't dismiss you, hurt you. And he keeps trouble at home away too.

If you don't feel like talking or if you're mad at him, Hawks will be so distressed but he's patient. He'll send in a few feathers at first, that'll tickle your sides as they try to check up on you. Once you give him a smile, he'll ask you what's the matter.

When you're feeling down, or it just becomes too much for you, Hawks will happily swoop in and fly you away. He'd take you on a little date, sometimes to the park or to the arcade. He'd buy you all the stuff you'd want or things he'd think you need (yes, you do need all the 78 plushies Hawks won for you at the fair). He'd take you out for some burgers and shakes, or even just fly you around in the sky. He knows you need a break from them, and he's more than happy to provide you some respite.

At the end of the day though, he'd still bring you back home. Shotou and Rei would be worried sick, Enji already knows (and approves) of Hawks whisking you away.

You just hope that he doesn't go away for too long on missions. Especially not when blue flames still lurk around the corner.

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ keigo takami x reader → ❝our house❞

summary: you and hakws get your happily ever after word count: 2,852 tags/warnings: slight manga spoilers!!, family themes, kids, fluff a/n: i started this like over a month ago and finally was in the mood to finish it. enjoy~ (inspired by the song our house by crosby stills nash and young)

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. You stretch out, stiff muscles relaxing as you let out a yawn. You can’t move very much considering your husband has his cheek resting on your stomach, his weight pressed across your body. A soft smile warms your face. This is his favorite position to lay in, he claims your better than any pillow but you’re sure that it’s because he prefers to not lay on his wings.

His wings are pulled close against you, enveloping you in their warmth. You reach up and gently run your hand along with them, they flutter under your touch and you can feel him nuzzle into you. You always admired his wings so much, stunning and strong, adding to his roguish charm. He teases you that you would have never fallen for him without them, you assure him that it was the windswept hair that got you and he always laughs.

There was a time you thought he lost his wings, after his fight with Dabi. They were gone, burnt down to the skin, what was left of the skin on his back. You didn’t think he would stay alive much less retain his quirk. By some miracle, they grew back. It wasn’t easy recovering from his injuries, it took months for them to even start growing back. Even then they looked different, scarred, torn, and patchy in some places but just as beautiful to you. If anything more beautiful because he was still alive.

You try not to think about it, there’s no use in remembering such dark times. As traumatic as it was for the both of you it was a blessing in disguise. With his quirk seemingly gone the hero commission decided he was useless and dropped him from their tight grasp. At the time you were still scared, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Would Dabi return? Would the commission send someone to kill him even if they said he was free? It couldn’t be that easy.

You could remember that day like it was yesterday, he had finally been released from the Hospital. You were going to take him to his apartment but he said he needed to do something alone first, as terrified as you were at what that could be he insisted you wait for him at his apartment. You didn’t want to leave him alone, not after his injuries and his quirk being gone but he wouldn’t let you go with him.

It was the longest hour of your life, sitting on his couch paying no attention to what the TV had on, foot bouncing restlessly. Finally, the door opened and he stood there looking exhausted. You ran over to his side before you could get a word in he spoke.

“Run away with me.” He said almost breathless.

“What?” You said confused. He stepped forward grabbing your arms pulling you close to him.

“I said run away with me.” He repeated. “Let’s get out of here, away from these ‘heroes’, away from these villains, away from anything that could stop us from being together.”

It was a lot to process but after a moment you were surprised that you felt the same way. Being a hero felt like bile in your throat after learning how dark it was behind the scenes. You weren’t completely jaded, you knew there were still good people who were heroes but you couldn’t stomach the thought of being one anymore after seeing everything the commission did to Hawks.

“Yes,” You said with a nod. “Let’s do it, let’s run away together.”

The smile that beamed from him made your heart melt, even with the bandages that still covered his face. You hugged him as tight as you could without hurting him or his injuries, one hand wrapped behind him the other resting on his chest as you closed your eyes taking at the moment. You didn’t even notice his fidgeting until you felt something slide onto your finger.

“If we’re going to run away together it only seems right.” He said, close to your ear, you could feel a shiver down your spine. You opened your eyes looking at your hand and the newly placed ring on it. It was stunning, simple but beautiful, and somehow everything you could ask for in a ring. You knew Keigo was observant but didn’t realize just how good he was at paying attention to you. “Marry me.” He whispered into your ear.

You teared up, overwhelmed by all the emotions of the day.

“Yes, Keigo. There’s nothing that would make me happier.”

After that you didn’t look back, you missed the people you left behind but it felt good to get away from the danger and stress of it all. Maybe it was selfish but after all, you and Keigo had been through didn’t you deserve to do something for yourselves for once in your life. Keigo had everything taken away from him as a child the least he deserved was some happiness and solitude as an adult.

You reached forward, careful not to wake him, gently running your fingertips across the scar on the side of his face. It was a reminder that you almost lost everything before you had it, and to never take for granted the life you had. Your hand tangled in his hair, running your hand down it soothingly. He was so handsome, so perfect, you were so happy that you had him in your life. It was easy to drown in your feelings for him in these moments. They were overwhelming, even after all the time you had been together. You couldn’t imagine not being head over heels in love with him.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His sleep ridden voice drove you crazy in the best way. His eyes opened, revealing his golden eyes, their beauty only intensified by the golden light through the windows.

“Why would I when I always have the real thing right here?” You returned. He smirked, pushing himself up and hovering over you. His face was right over yours and you couldn’t stop the blush on your face. His wings stretching out and shaking before pulling in and caging you in along with his arms. It didn’t matter how long you had been together it didn’t take much from him to get you blushing.

“Hmm, you have a point.” He said leaning closer and closer to you, lips brushing together barely. He loved to tease you, lean in, and see how long it took before you got annoyed. You were about to lean up and close the distance when you were interrupted.

“Mommy! Daddy! Mochi had an accident!!” A shrill voice yelped as your bedroom door flew open. Your youngest son, five years old, stood there, his tiny wings fluttering, holding up the puppy on display. He had your hair color and the feathers of his wings were black. He had Keigo’s striking golden eyes that you loved so much.

You and your husband let out a sigh as he climbed off you and got out of bed. He stepped towards your son, scooping up him and the puppy up to one smooth movement.

“Well let’s get that fixed then, little man.” He said kissing him on the forehead and patting the puppy on the head. He gave you a warm smile before walking out of the room.

It wasn’t unusual for your calm mornings to be cut short, unfortunately, all of your children had the habit of getting up early and getting right to starting chaos. You were sure the others were up to something. You put on your robe and got up heading to the kitchen to find your eleven-year-old son using his wings to reach the highest shelf in the cabinet.

“No flying in the house!” You scolded, your son startled by your presence dropped the bag of flour he was holding. It hit the ground, flour going everywhere. You placed a hand on your face taking a deep breath. It was too early for this.

“Mom, I’m sorry I was trying to make you and dad breakfast.” He said looking guilty. You held your arms out and he was quick to fly into your arms. You let out a grunt, he was getting so big you didn’t think you would be able to hold him much longer.

“That’s very sweet baby but I don’t want you getting hurt. If you dropped some glass you could cut yourself, or if you fell.” You told him, stroking his soft golden locks. He was the spitting image of his father, something that brought a smile on your face. “Can I help you make breakfast, what did you have in mind?”

“Yeah!” He said excitedly. “I wanted to make waffles.”

“Ambitious boy, just like your mother,” Keigo said as he entered the kitchen followed by your youngest son and his puppy. You smiled at them both.

“Dad! Mom!” Another voice called, your daughter, eight years old entered with a drawing in hand. “Look, look! I drew you guys.” She said presenting the picture proudly. Your heart warmed, she had drawn you and Keigo holding hands in a big heart.

“That’s amazing, princess,” Keigo said, kneeling to give her a kiss on the head. “I don’t know about you, babe but I think this deserves to go on the fridge.” He said looking at you.

“We might have to get a frame for it.” You said with a big smile. You put down your eldest son before giving your daughter a big hug. “It’s perfect.”

“What happened with the flour?” Keigo asked looking at the mess questioningly.

“Our darling son was trying to make us breakfast but there was a flying incident.” You explained.

“Hey, you know you not supposed to fly in the house.” He said.

“I know.” Your son said looking down.

“I already told him.” You assured your husband. “C’mon, love. Let’s make breakfast but first clean up that mess. I’ll get everything we need out.”

He nodded and got to work cleaning it up, Keigo helped him with the dustpan as he swept it up. You grabbed out eggs, bacon, milk, and some fruit. By the time you had it all set on the counter, they had finished cleaning up the mess.

You helped your eldest son start making the batter before you started cutting up the fruit. You felt arms wrap around your waist as Keigo settled his head against your shoulder.

“I think my morning kiss was interrupting.” He said before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Well, that happens when you bring strays home.” You said keeping your focus on the task at hand. Keigo had found the dog on a rainy day while he had gone to the store. He insisted they take care of it for the day at least, you couldn’t leave a puppy out in the cold. One day turned into weeks and your family demanded the puppy stay. You could hardly deny them it. Besides, it was a pretty cute puppy.

“C’mon you know you love the thing.” He said in a teasing voice as he nuzzled his nose against your neck.

“I do but I like giving you a hard time.” You tell him, turning your head to meet his pressing a kiss to his cheek. He let out a hum of contentment before lifting his head to meet your lips with his.

“Gross!” Your daughter shouts.

“I’m sorry we weren’t asking for any commentary.” Your husband teases giving your daughter a smug grin.

“Why don’t you help your brother set the table.” You offer her a task.

Life was peaceful and domestic, far from what you face years ago. No more lies or danger. No more heroes or villains. Just the love of your life, safe and happy, and the family you built with him.

You were able to create what you both didn’t have growing up. A house full of love and happiness, with loving parents who took care of their children and loved them as much as any human being could love another.

The house you lived in was perfect. An English cottage style house secluded away from the busy city. Between what you and Keigo made while working as heroes you had more than enough to buy the house and the property with it. The greenery around the house was beautiful and there were plains of green grass for miles around you. It was cozy and warm especially with all the life your family brought to it.

You spend your days in the garden you adore, tending to the plants there. Sometimes Keigo watches you and helps you with whatever you want him to. When the kids aren't at school they help out or they play in the yard, chasing each other around pretending to be whatever they want to that day.

Between Keigo bringing home strays and the kids loving animals you ended up with a farm. Keigo helped you build a chicken coop, he looked after them. It wasn’t unusual to find him in the coop talking to the birds. They always flocked to him and followed him around happily.

Then there were the stray cats that had shown up at your house, you caught your oldest son feeding them leftovers from dinner. You told him if he wanted to feed them that he should feed them cat food. You always made sure to keep some at home. They eventually all warmed up to the family and would stay by you while you garden. Sometimes they would even sit on your lap if you were relaxing outside.

Then there was the goat. Keigo and your daughter had been out for the day. When they returned they did so with a goat. Keigo claimed that it was out in the road alone and was in danger. Later he admitted that it was being sold for meat and your daughter started crying at the thought of the little goat being eaten. He could never stand to see his children cry, he would do whatever he could to stop it. Even if it meant bringing home a goat. The goat was friendly but loved to eat anything and everything it got its mouth on. Especially when it came to your beloved garden. It was worth it when you saw how happy your daughter was with the animal.

Evenings were spent watching movies or playing games together. Your youngest always somehow beat everyone at Mario Party without fail and it never ceased to impress you. Dinner was usually a group project, the kids liked helping out but some nights Keigo or you would make dinner while the other spent time with the kids.

You don't tell your children about your past as heroes, simply that you used to help people for a living. You figure that explaining why you stopped being a hero is too much for kids their age. They don't need to know about that kind of corruption so young.

They never question their father's scar, you know that they understand it's not something normal once they get older but in their eyes he's perfect. The boys ask why his wings look different than their own. Keigo doesn't want to tell them at first, worried that any form of the truth would scare them but you assure him that they'll understand if he explains it right.

Keigo explains that he lost his wings once, a villain took them away. The boys nod and accept it without question. Your husband assures them that no one could ever hurt them, he would never allow it.

"Of course you would keep us safe, daddy." The youngest says with full confidence. You smile, comforted that your children understand just how far you would both go to keep them safe.

At night after the kids are all tucked into bed you sit down with Keigo in the living room, sometimes you watch whatever show you’re catching up on, other nights you let music fill the room as you talk about the day or anything that you want to express.

You find sanctuary in his arms, pressed into his chest, with a glass of your favorite wine in hand. He watches intently as you tell him about how the squash is growing good this year. You look up at him, enamored by the loving look in his eyes. You reach up to pull him down to kiss you, the taste of wine on his lips.

Keigo is perfect and the life you’ve built together is perfect. You cherish the time to spend with him on these quiet nights. You melt in his embrace, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He smiles down at you and whispers against your ear how much he loves you and how thankful he is for you.

You both know there will never be enough words to fully express the love and happiness you feel with each other but it never stops you from trying.

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A Birdy Valentine’s Day

Know it’s a little late but here’s my contribution for v-day haha 

hawks | takami keigo x reader

Warning: 18+, wing kink, riding hawks

“Kei” You call out, closing the door behind you, “I’m home.”

           You set your bag down as you slip off your shoes. Your shoulders slump as no one answers your calls.

           “Damn heros” you mutter, sorting through the mail before setting it on the counter.

Placing your keys next to the mail, you make your way to the bedroom.

You might be spending valentine’s day alone, but you were at least going to be in pjs. Opening the door, your breath caught in your throat.

           “Hi there” you smirk.

           Laying in the bed was your hero boyfriend. His large, spread out wings caught your attention first, his lack of clothes was a close second.

           “Hi baby” Keigo called out before crawling towards you, “been waiting for you all day.”

           You step towards the bed, running a hand along the top of his wings. He shuddered, closing his eyes.

           “Sorry baby, class lasted longer than it should have.”

Hakws opened his eyes, watching you as you got closer.

           “Gonna have to make it up to me, baby bird.” His lips met your neck.

           He bit and sucked his way up your neck until his lips met yours. The kiss was hard as he pulled you fully on to the bed with him. Hands ran down your sides before they pulled at your shirt. You broke away to pull your shirt off before your crawled on top of him.

           You could feel how hard he was through your jeans. Your own wetness was becoming apparent as you grinded down against him.

           “Fuck” his hands tightly gripped your thighs as he met your thrusts.

           His head was thrown back against the pillows as he looked at where you humped against him.

           “Y/n..please, too many clothes” he whispers.

           You move up enough to take your jeans and wet panties off before getting back on top.

           “This what you wanted?” You ask as you slide your pussy across his dick.

           Both of you moan at the contact, whimpering as you felt his tip slide over your clit.

           “Yes..fuck!” He thrusts his hips up, “Come on baby bird.”

           His whimpers are what fuel you as you reach under you to grab his dick, giving it a few strokes before lowering yourself onto him. The stretch causes you to whimper until he’s fully inside you.

           You start rocking against him, hands on his chest to steady you. Your moans fill the room as you’re both taken by your pleasure. His hand reaches down to rub your clit as he thrusts harder into you.

           “Cum for me baby,” he whispers, “wanna feel you cum all over my dick.”

You feel yourself start to reach your peak. Nails digging into your lover’s chest as he brings you closer. Hawks’ thrust get sloppier as he races towards his own cliff. Reaching up you grab a fistful of his wings.

           Keigo arches his back and cries out as he shoots his cum deep inside you, the feeling pushing you over as well.

           You flop down on his chest, panting as you come down.

           “Happy Valentine’s day baby.” He whispers with a kiss to the top of your head.