#hawks one shots

[coca-lastic]

Character: Hawks (Takami Keigo)

Warning: sugestive temes all the time, bites, reader Is not a hero, dom!reader

Hawks would have no shame in showing how much he loves you. He can't do it so openly because of his job, but if he didn't have to keep up a constant facade he'd probably walk the streets with lipstick marks and bite marks, it's not like you'd complain about creating that image.

But that is not possible, unfortunately. But it's not all bad either, you can brag that you have that whole view to yourself, you can mark it and then watch it like an artist after creating his best work, one that he is proud of and loves.

But the process, oh the process, hearing the little noises of pleasure, tickling or just happiness that come out of his mouth.

Yeah, you want to do that, after a while without doing it, without doing your works, you want to jump into your man's arms and attack him with your brush of lust and possessiveness.

And when you hear the door open you know it's time to start.

"I'm at home Dove" You hear from his mouth with a casancio tone.

You approach the entrance to see him take off his hero suit, leaving himself only in his wide, comfortable pants, thus exposing your blank page to you.

"Hey handsome, how was work?"

"Shit. All damn day there were stupid villians who don't even know how to do their job well, they just come out of nowhere to attack hoping that we'll come to the fucking rescue one more time and try to beat them as if they weren't so weak that even you could beat them up." "He said, dropping onto your shoulder and burying his face between your neck and jaw, now smiling at the harmless insult.

"hey! Asshole" you lightly hit the back of his head following the joke and pretending to be offended. All with a purpose. "You say it as if I couldn't bring you to your knees."

"Oh, really?" He poked his head out of her previous position, with a now mischievous smile. "Show me".

Is so easy. The thing is that you are happy to mark it and paint it to your liking but he is more than happy to be your canvas.

So he doesn't object when you take him to the living room couch, sit on top of him and look at him with sweet eyes and a happy smile. And he returns the same gesture, because it is more than a simple desperation to share a moment with honeyed caresses, or for what he may come next. It's the simple fact of valuing the moment.

That is exactly the reason why your lips run to his in a soft but long kiss, making you start your work now.

You lightly bite his lower lip and return to his lips a few more times, drinking in the taste of him like your favorite nectar.

Then, you decides to lower your lips to a place on his strong body, a little lower, on his marked jaw.

You leave bites and wet kisses, just so that the sensation of your actions last longer on his skin,

Then you manage to go down a little. right on his neck and the different areas of his, just when you bury your face in the area you manage to hear a hoarse laugh from the man below you and you feel how he moves his head to the side to give you accessibility.

"U looked so cute biting me and marking me like that" and you couldn't say anything else about him because the image of him with red cheeks and teeth crushing his lip was too attractive for him to want to talk.

You continued your work paying close attention to the sounds. Light "fuck" and "ohh~" could be heard every few seconds, the heavy breathing and gasping was even more constant. And it just motivates you to keep going and going.

You brought your hand to his hair, pulling it and then kneading it. While now your lips were on his collarbone and shoulders, looking for the points that pleased him the most.

"Oh god- ahh" "that tickl- wai- ugh" "right there...hmm"

Yeaaah, you loved him, it was your hobby to just ruin him.

And how beautiful it is to finish your work and see your man with bites everywhere.

On the neck, on the jaw, on the lips, on the shoulders, on the collarbone, on the pectorals and any area where you felt it would look perfect.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes moist and looking straight into yours, lips half open, hands clinging to your thighs and legs tense with an ache between them.

"And then you insult my strength when with just a few bites I can have you like this" you mocked, reaching for his lips again.

"Fuck you, but if you want I'll do it for you"

"I would be delighted, but I would like to remain the strong one today..."

Today you two would have a very very very long night.

Yei!

[aheckinmess]

So, I'm going to attempt to do Kinktober this year as a fun little challenge for myself. But because I'm obsessed with both MHA and JJK right now, I'm writing two versions of each prompt for Kinktober. One with a MHA character and one with a JJK character.

Here's the list I'm working with!

Praise -> Izuku Midoriya/Satoru Gojo

Caught Masturbating -> Tomura Shigaraki/Yuji Itadori

Edging -> Hizashi Yamada/Toge Inumaki

Virgin -> Shouta Aizawa/Satoru Gojo

Begging -> Izuku Midoriya/Yuta Okkotsu

Breeding -> Enji Todoroki/Ryomen Sukuna

Somnophilia -> Shouta Aizawa/Megumi Fushiguro

Spanking -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Kento Nanami

Eating Out -> Hizashi Yamada/Yuji Itadori

Temperature Play -> Enji Todoroki/Choso

Against a Wall -> Eijiro Kirishima/Megumi Fushiguro

Predator/Prey -> Dabi/Yuta Okkotsu

Bondage -> Shouta Aizawa/Kento Nanami

Monsterfucking -> Fumikage Tokoyami/Ryomen Sukuna

Fuck or Die -> Tomura Shigaraki/Suguru Geto

In Public -> Hawks/Toge Inumaki

Knife Play -> Twice/Suguru Geto

Size Difference -> Toshinori Yagi/Toji Fushiguro

Dom/Sub -> Enji Todoroki/Kento Nanami

Orgasm Denial -> Tamaki Amajiki/Yuji Itadori

Hate Fuck -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toji Fushiguro

Deep Throating -> Hitoshi Shinsou/Megumi Fushiguro

Pet Play -> Hawks/Suguru Geto

Sleepy/Morning Sex -> Snipe/Megumi Fushiguro

Masks -> Twice/Choso

Olfactophilia -> Katsuki Bakugo/Toge Inumaki

Roleplay -> Snipe/Choso

Punishment -> Dabi/Choso

Blindfolds -> Mr. Compress/Satoru Gojo

Biting -> Eijiro Kirishima/Toji Fushiguro

Aftercare -> Mr. Compress/Yuta Okkotsu

[milkmochixo]

Hawks is always vocal, his voice a soft current that flows between saccharine sweetness and sinful temptation. His lips brush against your ear, and every word drips with heat, wrapping around you like a spell. "You feel so good, baby, he groans, his breath heavy as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you gasp. "Mmm, yeah... just like that, sweetheart," he murmurs, the rough smack of his hand against your ass punctuating his words. The sting lingers, drawing a low hum from deep in your throat.

You straddle his lap, the steady pressure of his hands on your thighs grounding you in the storm of sensations. His thumb circles the soft skin of your plush thighs in slow, deliberate motions, almost soothing-like he's savoring the feel of you. "You're sure about this, dove?" His voice carries that playful edge, but beneath it is the promise of something deeper, a promise to make good on every word. "Mmm, I'm gonna make you feel so good..." His lips graze the shell of your ear, sending a wave of heat spiraling through your core.

When he finally thrusts inside you, the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, and the world blurs around you. His grip on the headboard tightens, knuckles white, the creaking wood adding to the symphony of desire between you. His other hand moves to your face, thumb brushing your flushed cheek with a gentleness that contrasts the roughness of his hold. "Look at you..." His voice is rough, his golden eyes burning as he watches you unravel. "So beautiful." His breath is ragged, but his gaze never wavers, drinking in every gasp, every shudder that racks your body.

The rhythm between you is relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and his words anchor you in the storm. "I love your noises," he growls, his fingers trailing down to your chest, teasing, pinching your nipple until you cry out. His lips curl into a smirk. "Louder, baby... I want to hear you." He moves harder, rougher, his breath heavy in your ear as he coaxes more desperate moans from you.

His voice is like a constant hum in the background, pushing and pulling, making you feel both owned and adored, his every word wrapping around you, keeping you tethered to him.

[whitherwanderer]

--—TOTALITY—--

[mackjlee9]

I can't write daddy kink anymore y'all 😕

Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Masterlist.

Boku no Hero Academia.

Request by Nesrin_Moorse on Wattpad.

Keigo had given (M/n) one of his feathers on their first anniversary as a necklace. An easier way to make sure his boyfriend was always safe.

Out at work while simply patrolling, he could feel the vibrations of (M/n)'s chest when he laughed or spoke, feel the temperature of his body rising or lowering. On occasions, (M/n) would gently touch the red feather hanging around his neck, dangling on his chest, and Keigo knew his boyfriend missed him.

And now, after a long week of hero work, Keigo had earned a few days off, flying all the way to (M/n)'s apartment to spend some well-deserved quality time with him.

They walked around for a while, a few fans of the pro-hero asking for pictures and autographs, which he gladly gave while making sure it wasn't upsetting (M/n), but he was smiling at the sight of little kids jumping around him, excited about meeting their favorite hero. They watched a movie, a rom-com that was funny enough, and entertaining enough for them to watch it all the way through.

After the movie, they had dinner at a restaurant, nothing too fancy but not too casual either. And on their way back to (M/n)'s apartment, they bought an ice cream each, talking and laughing all the while.

It was a fun date, a fun day. It was good.

Already back in the coziness of the place, (M/n) couldn't help himself.

His hands placed themselves on Keigo's hips, pulling him flush against his body as he pressed their lips together, kissing him passionately, a deep kiss that left Keigo flustered, such a dark blush coloring his face. (M/n) smirked at him and took a step back, leaving him standing by the front door while he walked to his room.

//////

Laying in bed peacefully, (M/n) heard the water of the shower hitting the floor of the bathroom. Keigo let out a deep sigh as the hot water fell on his skin, dripping down his tired and tense body, relaxing for the first time in that week.

(M/n) remembered he had to take his necklace off, but before he did it, he held it in his hand. A thought flashed across his mind, and he had to hold back a smirk, and he decided to test his theory.

Slowly moving his thumb across it, (M/n) gently stroked Keigo's feather.

The blond male felt it, startling him as it caught him off guard, but he ignored it. Well, until it started to become unbearable.

(M/n) was putting more pressure on the palm-size feather in his hand, and another crazy thought plagued his mind. He couldn't stop himself from licking it, wetting it whole as he dragged his tongue on every inch of the feather.

Keigo's legs trembled, holding himself up with the wall, his wings shuddering as his knees gave out, ending up on the shower floor while the water kept falling on him. His face was flushed, his eyes clouded and teary from lust. He couldn't take it.

While feeling (M/n) lips leaving open-mouth kisses and small licks all over his feather, he stood up with wobbly legs, closing the water and stumbling out of the shower. His body was shaking, his hard cock dripping pre-cum while he tried to collect himself at least a little bit.

There was no point. (M/n) wasn't stopping.

With trembling hands, he reached for his bathrobe and struggled to put it on, he needed something that could sort of ground him, that could cover his overly sensitive body.

"You... need to s-stop that," he stuttered out, and (M/n) simply smirked, pressing again on the base of the feather. He observed with a glint in his eyes how Keigo squirmed and stumbled back, resting against the wall behind him.

"You don't like this, hm?" (M/n) hummed, a teasing tone in his voice, but the blond male silently rubbed his thighs together before responding.

"I like it... t-too much," the smirk on (M/n)'s face grew, and his fingers continued caressing Keigo's feather in his hand, taking in every reaction from him, watching him cry out and slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"Come here," Keigo took a deep breath before crawling with great difficulty toward (M/n), who had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

His arms trembled, threatening to give out under his weight, "Please, daddy..." Oh~, he used the magic word. (M/n) simply patted his lap and Keigo pressed the side of his face on (M/n)'s inner thigh.

"Please what?" Keigo whined at the feeling of his cock getting wet because of all the pre-cum he has been leaking.

"Don't... play with my f-feather, is... too much," (M/n) debated with himself whether he should obey Keigo's words, but in the end he did, even if he was enjoying the sight of his golden eyes filled with tears and silently pleading for mercy.

"Alright, I'll leave it alone," Keigo showed (M/n) a smile, watching him dangle his feather in front of him, but (M/n)'s eyes seemed to be shining with something different now, "Get on the bed, all fours."

//////

Seemingly nonstop, loud, high-pitched moans and whimpers left past Keigo's lips at each lap of (M/n)'s tongue inside him, his hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheets, his wings shuddering and splashing a bit of water around.

"You take my tongue so good, Keigo," (M/n)'s hands gripped onto the blond's cheeks, spreading them open and observing his hole twitching, needing something- anything, inside it again, "You cum so much from just my mouth, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" Keigo nodded frantically, trying to move his hips back toward (M/n)'s face, "Oh, what an impatient little boy~, daddy is gonna give you something better now."

Keigo whined as he swayed his hips, whining against the pillow while almost crying from how impatient he was. He wanted something inside him. (M/n)'s fingers, tongue, cock, anything that could help him satisfy that burning hot feeling on his lower abdomen, that feeling that made his cock twitch and drip with cum.

He felt (M/n)'s hands holding him by his hips and he was close to releasing a 'yes, please~' when he felt the wet tip of (M/n)'s cock pushing past his wet and tight muscle walls.

Holding his breath for a moment, Keigo let out a loud whine that closely resembled a thank you, his breath coming out ragged as he whined like a little bitch in heat.

"Daddy, daddy... daddy, d-daddy~," he repeated over and over again, getting louder and higher every time he said it, "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

(M/n) kept fucking his rough through his orgasm, pulling the sheets because of how sensitive his body felt.

"In-inside... cum inside m-me, daddy..." Keigo muttered between ragged breaths, his mind going numb because of the pleasure, but catching a glance at his necklace, (M/n) decided to drive Keigo absolutely...

Fucking...

Crazy.

Reaching for the feather attached to the silver chain, (M/n) wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around it as he took it in his mouth. Safe to say is... the reactions from Keigo were almost otherworldly.

His cock shook with every orgasm he had, squirting all over the sheets, his eyes rolling back as his arms and legs gave out. His body was shaking and he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he mindlessly let (M/n) keep him up by holding onto his hips, as if he was only using his body for his pleasure only.

The thought of being used as nothing else but a doll made Keigo's body tremble, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and wetting the pillow.

His mind turned dumb and his body was being used by his boyfriend...

"Fuck me, daddy~!" Was the only thing he managed to let out before completely giving in to the pleasure (M/n) brought to his body.

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 27: Nightmare comfort w/ Keigo Takami

Word count: 1k

You were scrambling. A blur of black and blue; red hues lingering. It was too much for you. Trying to run but you were unable. The fear enclosing your every thought, sense, appearance…

Keigo is awoken as he feels you moving in the bed beside him. He's instantly alert. This isn't the first time you have had nightmares, and he knows exactly what's happening. He sits up, putting a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. "Hey, hey... It's just a dream..." Your dream is too intense, like a maze you can't escape.

He continues to gently shake your shoulder, trying to wake you up. "Hey, wake up Birdie. You're having a nightmare again." You shuffle slightly however, not alert of your surroundings, seemingly still enveloped within the nightmare.

He sits up fully and shakes your shoulder a bit rougher, trying to wake you up more forcefully. "Hey, c'mon, doll, wake up... It's just a dream, I promise." You finally awaken with a slight gasp before grasping onto the closest thing towards you: Him. Him who had always been there for you whenever you endured your treacherous nightmares. Who swore that when you two got together officially that he would take care of you no matter what the circumstances. Your Keigo.

He gently rubs your back as you cling to him, knowing how rattled you can be when you wake up from a nightmare. "Hey, hey, you're okay. You're safe now, love." He keeps rubbing your back, his hold on you growing a little tighter. He feels your heart beating erratically against his chest. "Just breathe, dove. In... and out... in... and out. Just focus on my voice, okay?" 

You nod hastily into his shoulder, mimicking his lingering breaths as best as you could. He continues to hold you against him, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. The soft, warm feathers on his wings provide extra comfort as they surround you in a feathery cocoon. 

He moves a hand up and gently strokes your head, gently threading his fingers through your hair. "Just keep breathing, love. You're safe. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You're safe now." The sound of his voice was enough to soothe your worry, mixed with the familiar scent that he had after every shower. His muscles moved under your body with every light stroke he landed upon your skin. He murmurs into your ear, his voice low and soothing. "That's it, love. Just keep breathing. You're doing great. Just listen to my voice and focus on my touch. You're safe in my arms."

You clutched your hands around him a bit tighter before leaning back and landing your slightly damp forehead against his. He responds by holding you even closer, his wings fully enveloping the two of you like a warm, feathery blanket. He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes meeting yours as he gazes at you with a mix of concern and tenderness. "Are you feeling a little better, dove?"

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes and connecting your nose with his, enjoying his inviting warmth. A quaint ‘thank you’ emits from your lips, daring sleep to take you back.

Keigo lets out a soft sigh of relief at your quiet 'thank you.' His arm around you tightens slightly as he pushes his nose a little firmer against yours, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his. He murmurs back in a gentle, soothing tone. "You're welcome, love. I'm here for you, always. You know that, right?"

You send him a slow but reassuring nod. He can feel you start to relax in his arms as the adrenaline slowly leaves your body. His hand on your back continues its slow, gentle circling motion, still attempting to soothe you. "You're coming down now, dove. You're calming down. Just keep breathing, okay? Nice and slow."

He leans his head against yours, his soft blond hair brushing your forehead. His golden eyes look down at you, his expression filled with tenderness and love. He murmurs again, his voice warm and soft. "You're doing great, love. Just keep breathing. Focus on me, on my voice, on my touch. Nothing else matters right now. You're safe, and you're with me."

Your eyes slightly flutter open, meeting his own, his eyes locking with yours. The expression in his eyes are a mixture of love and concern, his golden irises studying you intently. "Hey there," he says, his voice gentle and tender. "Feeling a little better now?"

“Mhm” You send him a weak smile, knowing you were still quite tired but afraid of slipping back into the horrid dream. His expression softens even further. He brings a hand up and gently cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin softly. "I'm glad, angel. That nightmare must've been a rough one, huh?"

All you can muster is another small nod, your voice leaving no room to speak. Keigo notices your reluctance to speak and can sense that you're still shaken from the nightmare. "You don't have to talk if you don't feel like it, love. Just take it easy and focus on breathing." He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment against your skin.

You endure his kiss before ultimately landing one on his nose and shuffling back down to lean your head into the familiar section of crook of his neck. He lets out a soft chuckle as you kiss him, the gesture endearing. He then lets out a soft hum when you bury your head into the crook of his neck. "Comfy down there, love?" He teases in a soft, playful tone, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer against his chest.

You mumble a yeah before burying your face deeper within his chest. You supposed that waking up from a nightmare wasn't so bad if this is how you got to fall asleep again. He feels you curl your arms into yourself, and he pulls you even closer to him in response. He rubs slow, soothing circles on your back with his hand as he talks. 

"I've got you, angel. You're safe. You're right here with me, and I'm not going anywhere."

[yanderecrazysie]

Holding Out for a Hero (Yandere! Hawks)

Requested on Quotev.

Title: Holding Out for a Hero

Pairings: Yandere! Hawks x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, harassment, murder

“I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight”

- From “Holding Out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler

“Sorry, (Y/n), honey, there’s just not enough room in the car,” Yuu simpered, pouty-lipped and innocent-eyed.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get home then?” You snapped, giving Yuu’s arm candy a fierce look. He didn’t seem to care, considering he had an absolutely gorgeous lady taking him home tonight.

“You’ll figure out a way, sweetie, won’t you?” Yuu fluttered her eyelashes at you and, without waiting for a response, said, “I knew you’d understand.”

And then she was flouncing her way out of the bar, swinging her hips and sending a wink towards lover boy. You glared after them, but they didn’t bother looking back over their shoulders.

You turned back to your cocktail and moodily swirled the straw in it, listening to the soft clinking of ice against the glass under the heavy sounds of the bar’s music. It was starting to give you a migraine, to be honest.

You reached for your purse and froze when you realized it wasn’t there. Frantically, you looked around but in your heart, you already knew that Yuu had probably swiped it. Or some other lowlife had.

Your purse had both your phone and your money, so there really was no way home now. You gritted your teeth- your apartment was only a few miles away. It’d take at least an hour, and you were in heels, and it was dark as sin, but you could make it.

You grabbed your coat and put it on, clutching it tightly against the cool, crisp air of night as you pushed your way through the throng of people and out of the bar. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the sound of an occasional passing car breaking the silence.

Each of your steps echoed loudly in the quiet night. It wasn’t long before your heels began to pinch your toes and cause your heels to ache. Still, you pressed on, even though you were beginning to suspect your poor feet were bleeding.

You were about a mile or two away from your home when you heard the laughter- loud, obnoxious, and nearby. You looked over your shoulder and your heart sank as a group of men drunkenly stumbled out of a nearby alley behind you. Your heart stopped altogether when one of them nudged his friends and pointed at you.

“Hey sweetheart!” one of them called your way, his words slurred, “Where you headed in such a hurry?”

You didn’t respond, instead walking even faster than before, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Aww, don’t be like that, babe!” another one of them jeered, “We just wanna talk!”

Their footsteps were growing louder, drawing out the sound of your heartbeat, their laughter loud and sinister. Panic began to set in as a hand closed around your wrist and forcibly brought you to a halt.

“Don’t ignore us, darling,” one of them snarled, dragging you backwards into his chest. The other two quickly stepped in front of you, closing in until you could smell the alcohol on their breaths.

“C’mon, don’t be shy, we’ll keep ya company,” one of the men snickered, putting his face inches from yours.

Before you could scream, a rush of wind so strong it nearly knocked you off your feet swept past the four of you. The grip on your wrist vanished with a sickening crack and a cry of pain rang out behind you.

“Now, now,” a smooth voice drawled, “That’s no way to treat a lady.”

Tears of joy leapt to your eyes and relief flooded you as you caught sight of the famous hero, Hawks. You didn’t know he worked this late but, boy, were you glad he did!

He held up his red sword of feathers and pointed it at the two remaining men- the third was running away, clutching his wrist.

“Woah, hey, we ain’t looking for trouble!” one of them stammered, backing away from you with his hands raised in defeat, “Really, we’ll just get-”

His words were cut off as he was run through with Hawks’ sword. You watched in horror as Hawks buried it to the hilt in the man’s chest, blood gushing around his hand.

But he had given up! You watched wordlessly as Hawks removed the sword from the man’s chest, leaving him to fall to his knees, clutching his wound in pain. A moment later, he fell face-first to the ground, ominously still.

The last guy let out a scream and turned to run. He made it only a few steps before Hawks took to the air and, with a swish of the sword, beheaded him. He didn’t even have time to scream.

He was running away- heroes aren’t supposed to kill like this, right?! You found your breaths coming faster as you began to panic, looking at the blood seeping into the sidewalk and the gruesome vision of a severed head, staring ahead in permanent shock.

“You okay, dove?” Hawks asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You let out an involuntary scream and pulled away, eyes wide in terror. He’s going to kill me too- I’m a witness to a crime!

Hawks looked hurt by your reaction, reaching out a hand to cup your trembling face. You turned away, eyes searching for an escape route that didn’t involve tripping over dead bodies. You screamed again when he wrapped an arm around your waist and began to fight against his iron grip.

“Hey, hey,” Hawks soothed, “The bad guys are gone now. You don’t have to worry.”

“You killed them!” you whimpered, “Heroes aren’t supposed to kill-”

“Sometimes they have to,” Hawks corrected you.

“Not like this!” you wailed, struggling in his hold.

Hawks stared at you for a few moments with a blank expression, before a gentle smile graced his face. “Ah, I understand. That was pretty scary, huh? I should have waited until you were safe at home so you wouldn’t see such awful things.”

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder, “Well, let’s get you home. There’s still one rat running around that needs exterminating.” Despite your protests, Hawks swooped you up in his arms bridal style and took flight. He held you gently, like a porcelain doll, but there was something terribly wrong here.

You weren’t heading towards your apartment.

[kyojurismo]

Could I please have some Hawks x F!Reader

Reader and Keigo get into a heated argument, and within that argument they are yelling at each other and they get closer to each other and boom they have heated angry sex 😩

Please and thank you uwu

character : keigo takami / hawks

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, crying, make up sex, biting, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, half of this is not proofread lol + i take this opportunity to remind that english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry in advance.

notes : i’m deeply sorry it took me so long >_< i was super unsure about this piece & i had problems writing it lsksn, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

you knew keigo. you knew him pretty well after more than a year of being together. but damn, it stung like the first times.

you gripped the magazine between your hands, staring at the pictures of keigo with multiple girls. they were all smiling and hugging him a bit too closely, practically pushing their breasts close to his face.

but you knew keigo.

“the public opinion is important for a pro-hero, y’know,” that’s what he usually said when you brought up the numerous tabloids and magazines for teenagers. it means nothing to keigo, they’re just young girls taking pictures with a pro hero, he has to be kind and accept because that’s also his work.

“bullshit!” you threw it away and got up from the couch, deciding to go prepare something for lunch.

you were tired, and maybe you were in the wrong too, but not being the one next to him after more than a year of being officials made your heart clench in your chest. it was unfair to see your boyfriend act like that and not being able to hold hands in public without getting “assaulted” by multiple people just because he’s the no. 2 pro hero.

after a couple of hours, as you were sitting on the couch watching a show, keigo came home. he announced he was back but you ignored him, not answering. well, that was surprising.

you would usually come running, leaving whatever you were doing, and hug him before kissing him. he entered the kitchen and noticed you left his dinner on the counter, and it was cold now. maybe you got distracted by something and forgot to put it in the oven. he grabbed the plate and walked to the living room, smiling when he noticed you.

“hey babe,” he said and sat beside you, going in to kiss you. as you used your hand to stop and push him away he frowned, not really expecting it. “the hell?” he held the plate and was about to start eating when you decided to speak.

“the hero magazine came out today, i found it in mailbox this morning,” you said while keeping your eyes glued on the tv screen, even though you weren’t following what was actually going on in the show. “okay??” keigo glanced at you in confusion, trying to understand what was going on and why you looked so upset.

“that’s all you have to say?” you spat, clenching your fists. “babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about. can you explain so i’ll see if i can fix it?” he kept his tone calm as he wasn’t really the type to yell or anything. “you don’t– are you for real?” you suddenly got up, grabbed the magazine from the bin and literally threw it his way, everything under keigo’s confused gaze.

he glanced at the magazine, checking the cover and noticed there was a picture of him in a corner, on the right. endeavor took the whole cover, he was no. 1 after all. “you’re mad because i’m not the poster boy?” he asked in an amused tone, taking another bite of his food. that irritated you even more, so you grabbed it and opened it to the page showing keigo with multiple girls. he caught glimpse of the pages way before you threw it at him once more, staring down at him.

“they’re hawks fans,” he explained nonchalantly, resuming eating. was he gonna ignore the elephant in the room? “keigo,” you stared at him with cold eyes. “jeez, just tell me what’s the matter alright? i’m tired [y/n], i just got home from a mission. go easy on me, yeah?” he sighed while tilting his head against the back of the couch, a bit annoyed by the situation. “go easy on me? you’re away most of the time and when you’re not on missions you have all these young girls jumping at you, trying to kiss you and touch you! have you ever imagined how i feel seeing my lover in such situations and having some shitty magazine spit the pictures at my face?!”

“so that’s your problem. you’re just jealous,” keigo glanced at you before resuming eating. you felt your chest tightening at his words, because well yes, you were a bit jealous but it wasn’t enough to make you act like that. “just jealous… you can’t be serious! you don’t even try pushing them away, keigo! you have a fucking girlfriend waiting for you at home! you’re being a piece of shit because ‘public’s opinion is important for my work’ so you’re authorised to make me feel like i’m nothing! i’m just another piece of furniture into your house, aren’t i?!” tears formed in your eyes as you shouted all that, deeply hurt and deluded by his behaviour.

“you’re being childish, we already talked about it and you said it was fine, that you understood my position. i wonder what changed now,” his reply was emotionless, his eyes glanced at the magazine once again before moving to your face. “you’re so selfish! do you actually know how to love someone who’s not yourself and what it means to do so?!” you nervously wiped away the tears, then you noticed how he seemed unfazed by all that. he was sure you wouldn’t leave, it was just the stress getting the best of you. it wasn’t the first argument, he knew you just needed to let it out.

“i can’t take it anymore, keigo. i’m done,” you spoke in a much calmer tone, but your voice sounded cold and distant now. keigo shivered and checked your face for a sign that you were joking. “hah, what?” he chuckled nervously as you walked towards your bedroom.

keigo got up quickly and followed you, watching how you pulled out a bunch of bags and started gathering your stuff. panic filled his body and he went to grab your wrist to stop you.

“hey, no. wait, okay? stop,” he pleaded now, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “lemme go,” you muttered, not even looking at his face. “don’t leave, we can fix it,” he said, keigo’s eyes were desperately searching yours. “i’m tired of being treated like i’m nothing for you! i don’t wanna live like this!” you pushed him away, a fresh wave of tears made your eyes sting. you tried to grab your clothes when keigo stopped you once more.

“[y/n], it’s not funny. we can solve it, i swear!” his hands cupped your face frantically, his voice seemed on edge. keigo seemed scared about the idea of you leaving him. “you’re being childish,” you mimicked him, words filled with hatred. his heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped down nervously, before trying to make you look at him. “please, babe look at me. okay, listen.”

you rolled your eyes before trying to free yourself from his hold, ignoring him. “i’ll change!” he shouted then, surprising you. you were quick to regain your composure, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “i swear to you, i’ll act differently. you’ll be the one all over me in the pictures! you’re gonna be the one i’m kissing!” he grabbed your forearm and shook you a little.

you finally decided to look at his face and noticed his teary eyes, the fear clear on his features as he desperately held you there in front of him. you tried to fight against your feelings, your heart longing for him, and convince yourself that leaving him was for the better.

“i’m sorry, i’m deeply sorry,” he added and you groaned, before pushing him away once more. “you only act when things get out of your hands, huh?!” you hit his chest before turning around, you needed to get away from him. “hey!” keigo followed after you and grabbed your hips, before pushing you against the wall, making you gasp. you were surprised by his sudden actions as he leaned closer and started kissing your lips, disorienting you.

the kiss was sudden, keigo’s hands reached your face and cupped your cheeks. a part of you tried to resist, simply because you knew it wasn’t the right way to solve it. but at the same time, the way his lips moved against your own, the taste of this heated kiss, made you feel so euphoric that you found yourself hugging his neck as you finally returned the kiss, gasping.

keigo groaned as his hips met yours, he pulled you towards the bed and the moment your back hit the mattress his body covered yours. his lips moved down to your neck, his teeth sank into your skin and left a couple of bites, before his tongue traced them and made you shiver. you tilted your head back and bit your lips, trying to hold back any sound. keigo grunted and moved lower, pulling the collar of your tshirt further down to expose more of your skin to his skilled mouth.

after some moments he started to undress you, showing how impatient he was. you tried to do the same but he stopped your hands and went back to kiss your lips, distracting you from one of his hands sneaking between your legs to push them further open. his fingers caressed your lips, then moved to your warm hole, gathering some slick before going to rub your clit. “so wet already,” he smirked, his voice cocky.

you moaned right into his mouth, as his fingers made your legs tremble. his fingers moved rapidly, your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, more and more juices gushing out.

“kei– w-wait!” you arched your back and found it embarrassing how he was able to get you so close to release in such a short time. “hm? what’s the matter?” he clearly mocked you, slowing down the movements of his fingers just a bit. “are you gonna cum?” he asked before playfully bite your neck, making you whimper.

you shook your head, but it was futile. both of you knew that you were close, you just didn’t want to give him satisfaction.

“okay then,” he murmured and stopped touching you completely, he pulled back and stripped off his clothes. his warm hands grabbed your hips before turning your body over to lie on your stomach. you were about to ask him what he was doing before his hand made contact with your ass, hard. you whined and tried to move further up on the bed to escape him. “where you think you’re going?” he chuckled lowly before pulling you back to him, caressing your other cheek and then spanking you, you gripped the sheets as the skin started to sting.

two of his fingers slipped into you, making you gasp. he thrusted them deep, aiming at a particular spot that made you clench hard around him as you moaned against the pillow. “you thought i didn’t notice?” his voice was deep and laced with desire, as you desperately humped your hips, seeking that sweet release. “c’mon… say it,” he kept moving his fingers while his other hand spanked you once again.

you fought to not give in, you were still mad at him and he was avoiding talking with you about the whole situation. you squeezed you eyes shut, gripping the sheets. you were so close, so damn close.

“please… fuck me,” you whispered into the pillow, pushing your ass up as a way to expose your center to him, clit throbbing and begging to get attention. keigo’s fingers slipped out and gave a couple of flicks to it, just to hear you gasp loudly. he knew your body so well. “can you repeat that?” he leaned over and his mouth was close to your ear, before biting your earlobe playfully. “hm?” his hands caressed your hips gently, a deep contrast to his current behaviour. “please keigo… fuck me! i need you,” you repeated, speaking a bit louder. “that’s my good girl,” he kissed your shoulder.

you two moaned at the unison when he finally slipped inside. one of keigo’s hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together, as the other grabbed your hip. he bottomed out inside you, you felt so full as his fast breaths hit your neck. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out.

keigo started moving at a quick pace, rubbing against your sweet spot hard with every single thrust. most of the sounds filling the room came from where you two were connected, his grunts and your whimpers accompanying them. you desperately gripped the sheets, feeling that familiar sensation growing in your lower belly. “give it to me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed right into your ear, the warmth of his chest right against your back. you didn’t need to be asked twice, as you reached your peak and gushed around his cock. the way you were clenching around him made him gasp louder, as he hid his flushed face into your neck.

one of his arms wrapped around your middle and held you close, his hips losing rhythm as keigo was simply seeking his own release now. you drooled all over the cushions as his tip bullied your cervix, making you arch your back and cry his name louder and louder. “gonna fill you up so good– ngh, gonna–” keigo rambling stopped as he stilled his hips and emptied inside of you, spurts of cum filling you as you two moaned together.

keigo collapsed on top of you, holding you as close as possible as you cockwarmed him. his lips peppered your neck and shoulders as you two tried to calm down your breathing. “i’m sorry,” he said in a low tone, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “i know it’s been a mess, but i promise i’ll fix this. i’ll make you happy,” you just nodded, not trusting your own voice.

“i promise i will,” he repeated after a while, holding you tightly. you searched his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it a couple of times so that he knew you decided to trust him.

[cashmere-caveman]

when u are a guy who is super normal about his boss and also his boss' wannabe arch-nemesis (more terror text post memes)

[nooneaskedforthissmut]

18+

It's always perv!steve this or perv!eddie that and sometimes perv!billy. Which I'm all for, but I want to see more perv!robyn x reader. Especially bestfriends!robyn x reader

A/N: unedited mess obviously

tags: fem!reader, lowkey mutual!perv, bestfriend!perv!robyn X curvy!reader, and they were roomates, lil dubcon

You and Robyn met on the first day of college orientation. You two instantly felt a connection and became friends. You both hated your assigned roommates. Luckily, your RA was cool enough to let you swap and before the week was over, you and Robyn became roommates.

But after a while, Robyn wasn't sure that it was the best idea.

You slept in a tight tank top and panties. And she couldn't help but stare. Although if you noticed, you never said anything.

You were so playful with her too. Hugging her tightly. Your soft body pressed up against hers. So it wasn't her fault when she would pull you in closer. Try to feel your hard nipples against her or smell you.

It became normal for her to give your ass a 'friendly' squeeze or spank. And I mean, you must want her to. You must be doing these things on purpose. Just to tease her.

You would try on new bras in front of her and ask if they looked good. You wouldn't even cover yourself when you changed into new ones, basically shaking your bare tits at her when you were picking a new bra. She'd sit there legs crossed, her pussy throbbing while you bounced in front of her, asking yourself if they were supportive enough. She'd offer to feel if the material was nice, just to get her hands on you.

After showers, you'd stay in your towel for a while lounging in your bed. Sometimes your tits would spill out or Robyn would get a clear shot of your ass or your pussy.

A few times while getting ready in the morning, you'd slowly lotion yourself while having full conversations with her. She'd be in bed pretending to have a late class. But really her hand was between her thighs teasing her clit under the blanket. She'd wait for you to leave so she could ride her pillow while wearing your sweatshirt, and imagine her head between your thick thighs.

After a long day of classes when you get back to the dorm, she offers to give you massages. Because ' what are friends for'. It would be a great way to take your clothes off too.

"I don't want the oil to soil your new underwear, babes" She'd say in that sultry raspy voice.

After she has you on your back fully naked, lying on your front, head resting on your hands. She'd start by working on your back. And straddle your ass to 'get a better angle'.

The massage feels so good that you don't even comment when her fingers graze your side boob a little too much.

And when you really get into the massage, you start to moan as Robyn works out the kinks in your back with her long fingers. Her thumbs would rub deep circles into your back, in a rhythm you wished to feel on your clit. She almost loses it with the comments you moaning.

"Fuck Robyn those fingers"

"Oh, my gooooood. That's it, do that again"

"mhmmm deeper. you can go harder"

And when you moan your thank yous, she'd just tell you that's what good roommates do.

She usually tries to control herself and only takes mental notes for when she has time alone with your vibrator - yes. your vibrator-. But sometimes she slips up and gets too into it. Starts grinding on your ass a little. She tries to make it unnoticeable, tries to make it look like she needs to grind her core into your soft big ass to make the message better for you. You've never really commented though. Sometimes, when she massaged the right spot your hips would buck and she'd dig her hips down into you - make it look like she was bracing herself.

Except once. You had finally completed an exam you were stressing and Robyn offered to message the stress knots out.

She was grinding her hips ever so often- like usual. It felt so much better this time because she was wearing corteroid pants and the lining was grazing her clit just right. She wished she wasn't wearing panties that day. When she got too cocky and started grinding into you more frequently.

You moaned for her to stop.

She froze, her heart pounding. Wondering if she was finally caught.

Until you said, " Your pants feel nice, but they're a little scratchy. Can you take them off"

She swallowed and quickly got up to take them off. She could've sworn she saw your pussy glistening.

"Should I put some oil on your toosh? If my pants scratched you,"

She tried to say it in a fun friendly way but she couldn't hide how raspy her voice was.

You shook your head. "Lotion first"

She obliged and she took her time rubbing it in. First with the lotion, then with the oil. Before she straddled your now oily ass with nothing but panties on and her shirt. (She really, really wished she hadn't worn panties that day).

"You might be extra slippery now"

She said knowing she was going to grind into you more now.

[thelatecaptainpierce]

[looks at trapper] btw

[baejax-the-great]

One Last Drink

“Well, here we are old friend.”

Varric takes one cup out of his pack, then another. He plonks each down on the creepy green stone he supposes he’ll be seeing a lot more of in the coming days and pours in some brandy from his flask.

He raises his cup aloft and says, “I always wanted to have one last drink with you.”

This is a lie. But then Varric is a liar. Hawke would forgive him for it.

He didn’t want to have one last drink with Hawke—he wanted a hundred more drinks with Hawke, a thousand. He wanted to sit around with her in their old age with creaky knees and white hair drinking mead and shouting over the table because their ears were both shot. He wanted to slide into old age listening to her sass all those heroes that have followed in her footsteps. He wanted to see her wielding a cane in a bar fight.

But this—this is what he has.

He taps the rim of his cup to Hawke's. The brandy goes down burning.

“You know, I somehow doubt drinking in the Fade will make it any better,” he says. “Seems like the place you’d probably want to be sober for.”

His ears strain. Was that a whisper somewhere? The Fade is weird. Maybe he’ll get a response. What would Hawke say, anyway?

Isn’t the end of the world a good enough occasion for you?

Something like that. Light tone of voice, half twisted smile at the end, she’d clink her cup to his and take a swig, maybe point out that if the Fade is now leaking into everywhere, then anywhere is as good a place to sit and drink with a friend.

“This new generation,” he says, “They’re something. They grew up hungry for a fight. Fearless. They saw the sky explode as kids. They’ve known something was wrong their entire lives. But then, I guess you also were forged in the crucible of apocalyptic disaster.”

Lothering wasn’t that bad.

This she’d say with an artful quirk of her eyebrow before letting her smile take over her face.

Varric fills his cup again. He’s played this game before, become the author of who Hawke would be if she was still anyone. He can hear her voice in his head so clearly, but for years he’s had that creeping doubt that her voice is actually just his. It’s been ten years after all.

He doesn’t know why he thought the Fade might do something nice for once. Solas always talked about those friendly spirits, but it looks like one can’t be assed to channel Hawke for Varric.

“These Veil Jumpers—out of their minds. You know they come here on purpose? Reminds me of you and all those damn caves you dragged us into, except the caves didn’t shift around while we weren’t paying attention. Similar number of demons, though.”

Not by the time I got done with them.

“They told me that right here, right where we are? That’s a fixed point. A landmark.”

“Creepy, isn’t it?” Bellara had said when Varric stopped in his tracks on seeing the statue. “She always seems to be pointed toward an exit, though, so we’re always on the lookout for her. We call her Macabre Martha.”

I’ve been called worse and you know it. You wrote all those names down in your book—you know them better than I do. Not to mention the atrocious name my own mother gave me.

Varric pats the foot of the statue next to him.

“Should I tell them who you are?”

That question he has not been able to answer for her. He looks up the silent statue, Hawke, caught in the moment a spider’s claw pierced her chest, her mouth open, her eyes wide in horror, both woman and spider leg petrified together.

He somehow thought in this place, in this warped reality, if he summoned her up in his mind, maybe she’d still be here. Maybe she’d speak to him. Maybe he could get her to look less scared.

This isn't how she'd want anyone to remember her.

“Never thought I’d see a statue of you worse than the one we put down by the docks.”

Varric pushes himself to his feet. He puts a hand on her arm as if to comfort her in the last frozen moment of her life. He thinks maybe this time the stone will crumble under his hands and reveal her, still fighting, still able to be saved, still ready with a joke.

This? Minor flesh wound. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been impaled.

It’s just stone under his hand. Stone, and half his heart stuck in this awful place for the rest of time.

He picks up Hawke’s cup and drinks that, too. He places the half-full flask at her feet in case she ever gets thirsty.  

“So long, old friend.” He gives her one last squeeze on the arm, then shuffles off in the direction of her terrified expression. The next generation of adventurers awaits, and Varric isn’t so quick these days.

The susurrations of the Fade are all that answers him, but he still calls her voice to mind. So long, Varric.

[zapreportsblog]

↱ unexpected attractions ↰

➘ summary : pro hero hawks finds himself infatuated with a young woman he sees out when patrolling one day

➘ Hawks x reader, Bnha x reader, Keigo Takami x reader

The city of Musutafu bustled with activity, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights as dusk settled over the horizon. High above, the crimson feathers of the Pro Hero Hawks fluttered gracefully, his keen eyes scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. It was just another routine patrol for him, keeping the citizens safe and maintaining the peace.

As he glided through the skies, Hawks noticed a group of civilians huddled around a street vendor, their laughter and chatter drifting upward. Curiosity piqued, he descended with a graceful arc, landing near the bustling crowd. Peering down, his sharp gaze fell upon a young woman, her (h/c) hair caught in the gentle breeze as she conversed with the vendor.

"(Y/N)," the name slipped through the vendor's lips, and Hawks felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings. His red eyes lingered on her, captivated by her presence. She seemed to possess an air of innocence and warmth, drawing people to her effortlessly.

Unable to resist, Hawks cleared his throat and approached, his wings folding elegantly behind him. "(Y/N), huh?" he echoed, a charming smile curving his lips as he joined the conversation. The woman looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes meeting his fiery gaze.

"Oh, hi," she greeted, offering a friendly smile. "You must be a Pro Hero, right? I've heard about you. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."

Hawks nodded, his heart racing slightly as he admired the way her smile lit up her face. "The pleasure's mine. Just Hawks will do." He extended a gloved hand towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"(Y/N)," she repeated, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she shook his hand. "I've seen you on TV. Your wings are incredible."

He chuckled, an almost boyish excitement bubbling within him. "Thanks. They're handy, I guess."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Hawks finding himself hanging onto her every word. He learned about her passions, her dreams, and her love for the city. The more he discovered, the deeper he found himself falling under her spell. There was something about her that ignited a fire within him, a desire to be near her, to protect her.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the two of them engrossed in each other's company. Hawks laughed at her jokes, and she blushed at his compliments. The city's noises faded into the background as their connection deepened, creating a world of their own.

As the night wore on, Hawks realized he had never felt this way before. This wasn't just admiration for a fellow citizen; it was an infatuation, a longing that he couldn't explain. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep her close, to ensure her safety at all costs.

"I hate to cut our chat short," Hawks said reluctantly, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving her side. "But duty calls. I need to get back to patrolling."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. Stay safe out there, Hawks."

He gave her a charming grin, his wings flexing instinctively as he prepared to take to the skies. "Don't worry about me. And hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again."

As Hawks soared back into the night sky, his thoughts were consumed by the young woman he had just met. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chance—it was the beginning of something inexplicable, a pull that he couldn't resist.

Little did he know, this chance meeting would mark the start of a profound and tumultuous journey, intertwining their fates in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

Days turned into weeks, and Hawks found himself patrolling the city more frequently than ever before, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds below for a glimpse of (Y/N). He couldn't deny the growing infatuation he felt for her, the way his heart quickened every time her name crossed his mind.

One evening, while perched atop a high-rise building, Hawks caught sight of (Y/N) once again. She was walking along the bustling streets, her presence seemingly radiant even in the midst of the city's chaos. Without hesitation, he spread his crimson wings and descended, landing gracefully before her.

"(Y/N)," he greeted with a warmth in his voice that he hadn't felt in years. His heart raced as her eyes met his, her surprise mirrored in the subtle widening of her (e/c) orbs.

"Hawks," she replied, a mixture of astonishment and delight evident in her tone. "Fancy running into you again."

He chuckled, a touch of nervousness dancing beneath his confident exterior. "It's funny how fate works sometimes."

As they chatted, Hawks discovered more about (Y/N)'s daily life—the way she worked tirelessly to support her family and the kindness she extended to strangers on the street. His admiration for her only grew, solidifying into something that was undeniably affectionate.

As the weeks turned into months, their encounters became more frequent, and Hawks found himself drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame. He'd fly by her workplace, stopping for a quick chat, or they'd meet during his patrols. Their conversations deepened, revealing their hopes, fears, and dreams.

One evening, after rescuing civilians from a massive fire, Hawks landed near (Y/N)'s apartment building. Smoke still lingered in the air, and he was covered in soot and sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to pay her a visit.

(Y/N) opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him in his disheveled state. "Hawks, you're... you're a mess."

He chuckled, a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, well, saving lives doesn't always come with looking presentable."

She stepped aside, inviting him in. "Come on in. I'll get you some water."

As he sat in her living room, Hawks couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. Her apartment was cozy and welcoming, reflecting her personality perfectly. He watched as she bustled around the kitchen, his heart warming at the simple domesticity of the scene.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a bit more hesitant than usual. "I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you."

She turned to face him, handing him a glass of water. "Likewise, Hawks. You're not like other heroes I've met. You're different, in a good way."

Hawks felt a rush of emotions flood over him—gratitude, affection, and a hint of uncertainty. He knew that he was treading on dangerous territory, that his feelings for her were becoming stronger by the day. But he couldn't help himself; he was drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.

As the night wore on, the two of them shared stories and laughter, their connection deepening even further. Hawks found himself opening up about his life as a hero, the challenges he faced, and the expectations placed upon him. (Y/N) listened with empathy, offering a level of understanding that he had never encountered before.

As he left her apartment that night, Hawks realized that he was falling in love—a realization that both exhilarated and terrified him. He was a Pro Hero, someone who was supposed to be above such vulnerabilities. Yet, in (Y/N)'s presence, he felt human, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

Little did he know, his growing affection for (Y/N) would lead him down a path he never could have predicted, setting into motion events that would challenge his identity, his loyalties, and the very nature of his existence as a hero.

As the days went on and weeks came and go, Hawks found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions. (Y/N) had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a flickering flame that grew brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't ignore the growing obsession that consumed his mind, consuming him within its fiery grip.

Everything about (Y/N) became magnified in Hawks' eyes. Her every action, every word, and every smile held an unparalleled significance. He analyzed her every move, searching for hidden meanings and deciphering her thoughts. In his mind, she was no longer just a person; she was his mate, his one true connection in this chaotic world.

Hawks began to subtly alter his daily routine to ensure their paths crossed more often. He started tracking her movements, gathering information about her schedule, and arranging coincidental encounters. It was an orchestrated dance of obsession, with Hawks pulling the strings, and (Y/N) unknowingly dancing to his tune.

He meticulously collected mementos from their brief encounters: a fallen strand of hair, a discarded coffee cup, even a forgotten pencil. These mundane treasures held an inexplicable power over him, making his heart race with anticipation. They became his precious possessions, his connection to (Y/N), and his reassurance that their fates were intertwined.

In his quest to be closer to her, Hawks routes as (Y/N) and even went to the same places she would visit frequently. He seamlessly integrated himself into her world, earning her trust and admiration. But this was only the beginning. His obsession demanded more; it demanded absolute possession.

Hawks began to indulge in his darker desires, feeding the flames of his twisted infatuation. His urge to protect her turned into an insatiable need to control her every move. He meticulously hacked into her social media accounts, devoured the digital remnants of her life, and analyzed every interaction she had. Every notification, every message became evidence of her existence.

Late at night, in the cold depths of his secret room, Hawks poured over pictures and videos of (Y/N), his eyes shining with anticipation and possessiveness. It was a dangerous game he played, fueling his obsession with every glimpse of her smile, every hint of vulnerability she unknowingly revealed.

His obsession grew as he yearned for their worlds to merge entirely. He envisioned a future where (Y/N) belonged solely to him, where he could protect her from all harm and cherish her without judgment. In his delusional fantasies, he was the savior, the one who would provide the love and security she lacked.

However, deep down, Hawks sensed the fragile line he was treading. He understood the danger that lurked within his obsession, threatening to consume him completely. Yet, he couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt towards (Y/N). His heart and mind were irreversibly entangled with hers, and he was unwilling to let go.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Hawks's love had transformed into something far more sinister. His obsession had become his reason for existence, fueling his every action and decision. It was a dark path he walked, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess what he believed was rightfully his.

[milkmochixo]

I want Hawks so bad, it's insane. He'd be this perfect mix of gentle and rough-just the right amount of pressure. He'd push your thighs apart, breath warm as he starts teasing, lips on your clit. When he pulls back, his face is slick with your wetness, and he doesn't even hesitate, licking his lips with this cocky smirk. His hands grip your thighs, bruising in the best way, before he crawls up to kiss you, messy and hungry, your tongues sliding against each other. He bites your lip, making you whimper, then he's quick to soothe it with another kiss, deep and greedy. A string of spit connects your lips as he moves down your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses along your skin, his teeth sinking in just enough to mark you. He whispers things in your ear, low and dirty, between the kisses. Then, he's on you again, rougher this time, his fingers slipping into your mouth. His eyes lock on yours, dark and intense, as drool spills from your lips. You're choking on his fingers, eyes glazed over, but he doesn't stop -just watches you struggle with this smug look on his face. Suddenly, he yanks his fingers out and flips you onto his lap, his hands steady on your waist, guiding you like he's done this a thousand times. His cock's already dripping with precum, hard and desperate. "Atta girl," he groans, positioning you over him, and you feel every inch as you sink down. "You're gonna take me so good, baby," he mutters, his hands bouncing you on his cock, your nails digging into his skin. You're biting his shoulder, trying to hold on as the pleasure hits you in waves. The sound of your bodies moving together is all you can hear, his mouth latching onto your nipple, biting and sucking until you cry out. He grabs your hair, yanking you back into a fierce kiss, all teeth and heat. When you both finally come, his lips are still on yours, biting rough enough that you know your mouth's gonna be swollen for days. Your bodies stay pressed tight together, his cock still buried inside you, both of you breathing hard, the air thick with sweat and heat. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers how good you were, smothering your face in kisses until you're giggling against his chest. His laugh rumbles through you, and he pulls you down with him until you're both sprawled across the bed, legs tangled, your laughter filling the room. He buries his face in your neck while your fingers play with his messy hair. Then, he pulls away, leaving you wanting more, and you can't help but moan softly. "M'Sorry, baby," he says with a lopsided grin, "I gotta get you cleaned up." He heads to the bathroom, grabbing a warm rag to wipe down your thighs and stomach. When he's done, he pulls you back into his arms, both of you laying there, arguing about what to order for dinner. Eventually, he sighs and orders from a bunch of places because, well, he'd do anything for his girl.

[ansburg]

yall ever read da meta and know that op thought they were cooking. but the post is like this

[aboutfivebees]

new favourite bird bros panel - hawks 100% told tokoyami to meet him at the airport way sooner than he needed to. forced him to wake up ridiculously early, only to get there and find out their flight isn't for another 6 hours