#villain hawks smut

[doumadono]

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! villain!Hawks, f!Reader, non-con, taken captive, elements of necrophilia, murder, blood, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected and rough p in v, Hawks is an ass here, minors absolutely do not interact - a kitten dies if a minor reads this! Synopsis: Hawks has some "fun" with you after catching you spying for the Commission A/N: this story was written for @lewed and it's a contribution for the Secret Santa event hosted by a wonderful @ectologia

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Pain. As you slowly opened your eyes, it was the first sensation that greeted you — burning, irresistible pain spreading throughout your body.

The surroundings were dark, and you found yourself uncertain of whether you were still alive or perhaps already dead. Attempting to move, you realized the cold sensation around your wrists indicated the presence of some form of handcuffs.

"Marlene!" You whimpered quietly. "Marlene!"

There was no response, only a lingering, eerie silence.

You tried to move, but you couldn't — your legs felt numb, and you were tethered to some metallic structure. Your entire body ached; every attempt to shift, every shallow breath, was accompanied by pain.

Suddenly, a metallic lock clicked open with a key, and a stream of light flooded the room for a moment before disappearing as a tall, dark silhouette stepped in, closing the door. A few seconds later, a dim light illuminated part of the room as two old lamps hanging on either side of the door flickered to life.

You caught sight of him, and your blood turned icy cold. 

Thick combat boots, dark pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt adorned with golden patterns, and a pair of massive red wings. 

You shook your head, still reluctant to believe your own eyes. "Where's my friend?" you inquired anxiously.

"She's alive," came the calm response from the man with red wings.

A glimmer of hope sparked in your eyes. "Can I see her?"

There was a measured pause before the answer, "If you cooperate."

Your dry, blink-filled gaze met his. His emaciated face betrayed no hint of the intentions behind those words.

Hawks observed as you settled into the discomfort, bound wrists and ankles causing a persistent ache. The worry emanated from you, a palpable scent of pungent sweat, akin to a cornered prey navigating the uncertain terrain.

Hawks fixed his gaze on you for an extended moment, a silent observer in the dimly illuminated room cast by the faint light of aged lamps near the sturdy metal door. 

Slowly, he withdrew to the room's shadows, disappearing momentarily. Amongst a collection of cartoon boxes, a triumphant grin crossed his face as he discovered his sought-after item – a hefty hammer. Returning to your vicinity, he playfully toyed with the ominous tool in his grasp.

"Please, let me go. I won't breathe a word to anyone," you pleaded, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.

His grin widened, feathers rustling slightly. "Oh, I wish I could, little one. But we've stumbled upon a problem. You and your best friend have gotten a bit too close to the truth about me and my colleagues from the League. Weren't you warned about the dangers of working for the Commission?”

“Please, I swear I won't tell anyone…”

Takami approached you with a frown, his golden eyes bearing a weight of seriousness and intrusion. With a rough hand, he tightly pulled back your hair. "I've made it clear before – cooperation is the only ticket out of the mess you've landed yourself in.” He set the hammer down.

"Please," you implored, devoid of weapons or the freedom of your limbs. Contemplating the distance, a fleeting thought of a potential headbutt crossed your mind. Standing could be an advantage. However, all these options dissipated as a tear traced down your cheek. His hand, not occupied with your hair, coiled around your neck, constricting your airflow. A soft sound escaped you, but as his grip weakened, you hastily gulped in air.

"Good girl. Breathe while you still can," he remarked, his hand tenderly patting back your hair, while your eyes held a bitter scorn.

"Please, take me to my friend. What have you done with her?" you pleaded.

"Oh, she's safe. For now," Hawks declared, rising to his full height. 

Your eyes scrutinized the young man, assessing every detail. There was a darkness in his aura, a stark contrast to the times when Hawks, the former Pro Hero Number Two, was known for helping people. Something had transpired between him and the Commission, and the Hawks people once adored had transformed into a ruthless villain, now one of the most perilous figures in Japan.

Hawks firmly gripped you under the armpits, drawing you in close. Thick ropes of chain encumbered your feet, challenging your balance. Your wrists and ass clung to the pole you were tethered to, seeking stability as the shackles jingled against the unforgiving metal pillar. 

His presence pressed down on you, and you cowered beneath its weight. A hand delicately traced your jaw, toying with your dry and rough lips under his thumb. “When I tell you what I want, you’ll do exactly as I say. You wouldn't want to witness the way darkness emanates from me when I command it, girl. Mind your tone and follow my instructions. Once I'm content with you, I'll allow you to see your friend," the former hero warned.

Your whimper lingered as his thumb persisted, applying pressure to the edge of your lip. It delved in, moistening against your tongue as it pressed against the intrusion.

“Suck,” he commanded. 

You vehemently shook your head in defiance, resisting against him. The notion of biting his thumb crossed your mind, perhaps even snapping it off. You strained to lean your head back, attempting to evade his grasp.

“Don’t try anything. If you do, I hurt her,” Hawks warned with an amused grin glued to his lips.

Your eyelids descended, halting an approaching flood of tears. Sealing your mouth around his digit, you sucked as per his request. His thumb pressed in deeper, and you complied.

"Good girl, yes. That'll do quite well. Now, back on your knees," he directed.

You obeyed, using your bound hands to steady yourself as you half-fell.

Hawks nonchalantly undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Darkened briefs emerged where the trousers opened in a V, and his hand slid beneath the band. “Now, open your pretty mouth for me, babybird.”

You followed his command, extending your tongue forward, a queasy sensation building within you.

"Excellent," he remarked, his hand delving beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, gradually revealing his long, veiny dick, slightly curved upward.

"Please, don't… What more do you want? We can erase all the intel we gathered!” you begged pathetically.

"Shut up, whore," he commanded, stroking his growing member. "I don't want anything but this from you. It might be the only thing you're good for, I think. Lick," he instructed, rubbing the reddened, swollen tip of his dick against your tongue. "Wet your tongue again for me, babybird."

You swallowed and opened your mouth wide once more. 

He positioned himself against you, and your lips instinctively sucked. A salty bitterness lingered on your palate as your curious tongue explored the head of his cock.

Hawks hissed as the tip of your tongue flicked the sensitive part of his frenulum underneath. "That's right," he affirmed, pushing in deeper, causing your cheeks to bulge. Takami ran his slim fingers through your hair, keeping you steady on his cock. Pulling out just enough to watch saliva stretch from your lips to his shaft, he thrust back in, repeating the motion until you emitted a desperate noise, gagging yourself on his dick.

"Good girl. That's enough of that for now. You just saved your girlfriend from a beating. She'll appreciate that when she wakes up from her last one." Takami grinned as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your swollen lips, wiping away a fallen tear from your cheek before moving behind you. He worked at the shackles around your wrists.

You felt them loosen and drop, but his hand replaced them, gripping you firmly. He pulled you against the pole, the cold metal burning your neck. As he lifted the white shirt from your torso, you pleaded with the faceless hands to stop. The room vanished momentarily as the shirt passed over your head, landing on the floor beside you. Then, your hands were locked together once more, this time in front of you.

You shivered as the cold air filling the room grazed your exposed, bruised skin.

The restraints around your ankles were skillfully loosened with a series of subtle clicks. Your uniform pants were swiftly discarded, followed by your cotton panties, leaving you bare except for the metal-clad bindings around your wrists as you resumed your kneeling position.

A palpable shift in the room's atmosphere ensued.

Hawks, charged with desire, was visibly electrified. His engorged and reddened member pushed back into your mouth, eliciting a moan from him. "You look stunning with your mouth full of my cock," he murmured, reaching down to play with a nipple between his fingers. "And you're damn good at it." His fingers tenderly smoothed your tousled hair as he guided himself deeper into your throat. "Do you ever do this for your boyfriend, if you have one? No? But I bet you fantasize about it. Yes?" He chuckled, reveling in his revelation after your tongue flexed under the weight of his dick. "I knew it! Your boyfriend is a good boy, huh? Just the missionary routine, not letting you explore, even though deep down, you crave it. It's okay, you can imagine I'm him. I'm sure you already are, judging by how wet you're getting. Just picture me as him, but on a wild ride, eager to try something new.”

Slimy fluids trickled from your pussy, tracing a path down your thigh, the disloyal testament of desire slicking your inner folds.

His fingers continued their dance, skillfully teasing your erect nipples, each touch met with an eager response. A sharp squeeze on the left elicited a cry from you, and as he knelt before you, he drew the aching nub into his mouth. "What makes you climax, babybird? Tell me. I want it to be as pleasurable for you as possible!"

A whimper escaped your lips as his calloused finger glided through your folds, everything feeling unsettlingly taboo. A part of you yearned to resist, to break free and escape. Yet, a more primal instinct responded to his calculated touches, a primal need for closeness with a male that seemed to overpower your rational mind, corrupting it.

A creeping finger eased into your pussy. "You're so wet and tight, just look at that. Didn't want to give me a blowjob, but it's obvious it got you excited," he remarked. A second finger joined the first, curving against the walls of your vagina. The pressure felt both pleasurable and unsettling.

"Do you enjoy that, babybird?" he inquired.

You squirmed away, finding yourself seated on the floor.

He pressed your arms over your head, taking in the sight of your breasts. The supple flesh swayed like ripples on water. With one hand gripping his throbbing length and the other on your hips, he guided the two to meet. "You're making the right choice, obeying me, Y/N. I'll bring you to your friend soon. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." The head of his penis entered you gradually, a delectable stretch spreading through you.

The mingling sensations of pleasure and pain raced through you like wildfire. The boundary between anger and passion blurred, akin to smoke and cloud intertwining. "N-no," you cried, attempting to push him away by pressing your feet against his thighs.

He huffed as he thrust fully inside you, easily bottoming out. His wings fluttered as arousal overcame him. "Fuck, you're so tight, holy shit. Almost feels like you're a virgin."

An involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for that.

"I just need you to do one more thing for me, babybird. I want you to cum for me. I know you can do it, little bitch."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill. His heated and girthy member glided in and out of your drenched pussy. The unforgiving concrete pressed against your back, each forceful thrust leaving bruises as he relentlessly drove you into the ground.

Hawks restrained your arms by holding your wrists above your head, his dominant hand skillfully working your clit. “Fuck, fuck, yes, little dove, I love how your pussy is clenching around me. You're such a good babybird.”

You futilely cursed at him, weakened by the onslaught of physical pleasure. His erection completely filled your pussy, allowing him to penetrate deeply from this angle. Despite the way he mercilessly circled your clit with his thumb, you resisted the urge to wrap your bloodied feet around him and ride his dick back. The struggle not to climax intensified as he sensed your unraveling, cruel laughter escaping him.

"Will your boyfriend ever fuck you like this? No, he'd probably be too gentle," Takami panted between words, thrusting into you with an unrelenting pace. "A girl like you craves it rough, needs it like this. A girl as scarred and desperate as you wants to feel something. A good girl always wants to be damaged. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll cum on my cock.”

Frustration escaped your lips in a scream. Your ass throbbed, and your core pulsated with proximity to climax. The images of your friend and boyfriend flashed in your mind, intensifying your inner turmoil. In the dimly lit room, through tear-filled eyes, Hawks' face remained elusive. Your juices squelched, trickling down your sensitive skin to your asshole.

"You're holding back. Cum, and I'll take you to your girlfriend. Cum for me." Takami kissed your breasts, fingers maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, a friction you secretly enjoyed.

Your hips surged upward uncontrollably, and you were cursing the duplicity of your own desires and pussy.

"I told you to cum for me." He struck your face, the impact strong enough to briefly black out your senses.

Impatient, Hawks groaned, his throbbing cock signaling an impending climax. He dispatched a few feathers from his wings, their sharp edges slicing your skin on the shoulders and calves in an attempt to rouse you.

A loud hiss escaped your lips as the sharp cuts decorated your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-no, I don't... want to! Please! Please, don't cum in! I'm begging you! Please!’ you tried to move away but he slapped your face again.

A warmth surged through you, an irreversible tide that swept away any chance of retreat. Suppressing your moans, you felt your core tighten around him, forcing him through a final series of thrusts before he climaxed within your rhythmically clenching pussy. Your orgasm, though unexpected and unwelcome, was all-encompassing. Legs shaking, abdomen twitching, you writhed beneath his touch, attempting to muffle the sounds of pleasure, aware that he observed the explosion of pleasure within you. The sneer of his release transformed into a cruel smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be entirely worthless to me," he remarked, tucking his member away once again.

"That's so sad."

"W-what's sad?" you asked, still catching your breath. "You promised I'd be able to see my friend. Where is she?"

Hawks, unbothered by your voice and a wet stain on his pants from your combined releases after he retracted his cock, sent one of his feathers to illuminate the room while switching the lights on. 

It was then that you saw her — your friend, lifeless, naked and hanging upside down on the opposite wall, her ankles bound to the ceiling, her torso gruesomely cut from throat to vagina.

The echoes of your own screams reverberated in your ears, but the voice seemed alien, almost primal — like that of a wild animal.

Hawks approached the suspended lifeless body and callously slapped the vagina of your deceased friend. "She wasn't as cooperative as you. Unfortunately, we had to eliminate her."

Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your own sobs, struggling against the metal restraints binding your wrists. "Why! Oh God! Oh God! Marlene!"

Hawks explained, "She didn't want to listen," just as the metal door swung open. “Such a waste. I wasn't aware that preserving one's virginity was still a concern in today's girls' world. But I must say she was fucking delicious. Not as much as you, of course.”

Entering the room was none other than Dabi, casually leaning against the wall, observing the macabre scene. "Came to check what's taking you so long, birdbrain.”

"I was reuniting our lovely Y/N with her friend. She was a good, obedient girl to me, so I decided to reward her."

Dabi furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes a little. "Memory cards, birdbrain," he reminded.

Hawks casually retraced his steps to your discarded clothes, rummaging through the pockets of your uniform pants. He retrieved two SD cards and handed them to Dabi.

The scarred villain ventured further into the room, reaching for a Nikon camera on one of the shelves. "Can't wait to get off to this little tape tonight," he chuckled, shooting you a cold glance.

A lump formed in your throat. They had recorded everything — every violation inflicted by Hawks, every involuntary response of your body. Dread enveloped you.

“Please…” you whispered.

Hawks gave Dabi a look, and the other villain nodded.

"Shush, shush, shush," Dabi cooed, crouching next to you, sizing your face with his hand, turning it more to inspect it. "Don't cry. This little tape will be sent to your dad in Kyoto, a small keepsake of you. He'll be able to see your last moments. How his precious, little daughter, working so proudly in the Hero Public Safety Commission was taking villain's cock like a cheap whore. I'm sure he'll be proud."

"What... Please, please!" Your voice rose in desperation. "Please! I won't tell anyone. I can spy for you, I can do whatever you want. Please!"

Dabi observed you with amusement. "Isn't she the sweetest?" He cast a sidelong glance at Hawks before leaning forward to lick the tears off your reddened cheeks.

You winced, trying to crawl away.

Dabi grinned and rose, exiting the room. "Just don't leave a mess here. I'm not keen on cleaning up after you, birdie."

As the metal door closed, you whined like a wounded animal. Instinctively, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this situation alive.

Hawks approached you, ruffling your hair. "You were a good girl. I want you to know that."

"Please," you tried once again. "Please, free me."

He smiled at you. "I'm freeing you."

A swooshing sound filled the air, and the next moment, you were suffocating with your own blood, unable to draw a breath. The blood quickly poured down your chest through the cut throat, and soon your head hung lifelessly to the side.

Hawks lingered for a moment, watching your lifeless body. He couldn't resist slipping his hands down and between your legs, rubbing your still warm and slick folds, pushing his finger in one last time. "Such a waste," he murmured, licking his fingers clean before getting up. He used the hammer he had earlier picked up to crush the phone he retrieved from the pocket of your uniform trousers. Following that, he doused your body, as well as your friend's, and the floor in gasoline before igniting it with his lighter.

Whistling happily under his breath, he left the room and ascended the metal stairs, leaving everything that had transpired behind, not bothering to turn around even once.

[roseytheangel]

Thanks for the attention this is getting!!

Im working on some more right now and I suck at drawing soo feel free to ask abt anything your curious abt the au or just about how it works!!

@fusciaguardian

@todoroklee

[takingchences]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 °₊ ⛧ ͯ , ༄

★ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

Warnings: NSFW, dark themes, mature language, smut, violence, angst, dub/con, stalking, death, blood/gore, choking, yandere behavior, drugging, marking/branding, obsession, degradation, kidnapping, dacryphilia, voyeurism, Stockholm Syndrome, and mentions of abuse. I probably left some out, but I'll put a warning on each chapter to be safe. Read at your own discretion.

playlist + my masterlist + face claim

Ch. 1 ⛧ Purpose

Ch. 2 ⛧ Reunion

Ch. 3 ⛧ Infatuation

Ch. 4 ⛧

more to be added...

Taglist: @minniebinnie @fabii275 @dabislittlemouse

[thesakuragarnet]

Bring Me To My Knees

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi chases after his situationship with Talons only to fall right into his clutches.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt One: Yandere

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,275 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2024, yandere, hero!Dabi X villain!Hawks, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, praise k!nk, subt0p Dabi, Power b0ttom Hawks, light dom/sub, n33dles, sedatives for "kidnapping", light bdsm, light angst, making out, no aftercare, doomed lovers, explicit s3xual content

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Pro Hero Dabi curses under his breath as he stares out over the twilight skyline. He’d been trailing his on-again-off-again lover, S-tier villain: Talons, formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks before his defection. He stares out over downtown Musutafu, taking in the way the lights of the city glow and glitter in the darkness, sending shades of neon lights through the inky black and obliterating shadows. He could’ve sworn he saw the familiar figure in the sky, gliding through the cloud cover. He knew the shape of those crimson wings better than the back of his own hands. Touya sighs as he leans against the brick of the rooftop, squinting into the heavens as he chews his bottom lip. He would be in for an earful when he got home tonight; Mirko, his best friend and roommate, was gonna be pissed to no end that she didn’t get invited to go scouting. Something just told Touya that he needed to hunt for Talons tonight; he felt like he’d been being watched all week. He felt the villain’s presence; it was overbearing and unignorable. He needed answers. Talons was insufferable. He was dangerous. Most of all, he was alluring… intoxicating even. They had an unavoidable and undeniable connection…one that Touya loathed with a part of his soul. Talons was…sweet…well…he could be sweet. Touya had experienced real and raw intimacy with the villain…as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was. Keigo Takami had a soft spot for the eldest Todoroki son…at least…that’s what Touya believed. 

“The fuck are you, Takami?” Touya grumbles to himself, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, looking for the shadow of his lover in the gloom. Nothing answers him but the empty silence…at least for a few minutes. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful, firefly?” Talons whispers, lips brushing Dabi’s ear, and the hero freezes up, chills curling in rivers down his spine. He didn’t even hear the villain land behind him, and now, Keigo Takami’s razor-sharp talons are dancing along the fabric at Touya’s hips, fingertips exploring as his hands slowly grip. 

“What the fuck are we doing, Keigo.” Touya’s question sounds like more of a statement, anxiety and uncertainty riddling his tone. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” The villain trills, a wide smirk plastered on his face, highlighting his glinting fangs. Touya feels Keigo’s teeth pressing into his neck and, the moment he gasps, he feels a needle in his arm, slowly pumping a sedative into his veins. Touya panics, realizing that he’s been duped as his vision starts to go blurry; his legs feel like jelly. 

“Let it happen, darling,” Keigo chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around the hero to stop him from falling to his knees. It isn’t long before he goes limp in the villain’s arms. Touya’s eyelids flutter shut, and Keigo clicks his tongue as he peers at his face in the darkness.

…

…

Touya slowly regains consciousness, head spinning and throat dry as he blinks his eyes open. The overpowering smell of Talons’ cologne fills his nostrils, the cinnamon scent coating his lungs and making him wistful. Touya’s hands and feet are tied with red silk rope, keeping him in a starfish position on a king-sized bed. The sheets are smooth and soft, and Touya’s body sinks into the mattress effortlessly. He cranes his neck, attempting to take in his unfamiliar surroundings; usually, they just hook up at Touya’s agency, Touya’s apartment, Talons’ club, or any regular alleyway. This…this place is different. The walls are painted a darkened shade of scarlet with black gothic accents swirling in columns along the corners of the walls. Touya’s blood runs cold when he turns to see Talons at the side of the bed, hovering over him with leering golden eyes. Touya feels like he’s practically undressing him with his intense gaze, staring at him like he’s prey ready to be devoured. 

“You gonna kill me?” Touya snaps, knowing full well he could unleash his Quirk and break free with ease.

“Finally decided to take you home. Felt like you deserved it,” Talons sneers, lips curling as he runs a hand through Touya’s snowy white hair. Touya almost flinches before Keigo gently scratches his scalp, washing relief over his body. Keigo knows all of his weak points, and he only uses them for Touya’s benefit. 

“Y’know kidnapping isn’t exactly romantic,” Touya slurs out, his tongue still feeling heavy from the sedative. 

“It’s not exactly kidnapping if the so-called captor is enjoying it,” Keigo teases, brushing a few strands of hair out of Touya’s face. Touya pulls against the ropes, but Talons tied them purposefully, and a devilish grin slowly spreads across his face. He climbs onto the bed, straddling Touya as he bends down and sweetly connects their lips. Touya’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses his lover back, falling under the villain’s spell almost immediately. 

“Missed you so much, firefly,” Keigo whispers into Touya’s mouth, his voice coming out husky and wanting. Touya’s heartbeat skips in his chest; he knows this is wrong, but he can’t get enough of it. 

“You finally gonna keep your favorite toy locked up?” Touya hums patronizingly, and Keigo runs his tongue around his fangs as he pulls back from the kiss. 

“We both know you can leave any time you want, princess,” Keigo rasps, his hand resting softly against Touya’s neck, thumb rubbing across his jugular. Touya gulps, his pulse drumming against the pads of Keigo’s fingers; Talons, power-drunk and aroused, lightly wraps his hand around Touya’s neck, squeezing just barely. 

“You are mine . My pretty little hero,” Talons croons, taking one of his sharpened claws and tracing Touya’s jawline. Touya practically crumbles, eyes widening and lip trembling. He’s choking on the want boiling in his veins. The first motion of Talons’ hips sends sparks across his vision; the villain drags their clothed cocks together, gently grinding with deliberation. 

“ Fuck ,” Touya groans, cheeks flushing as his erection grows in the pants of his Hero Suit. His body betrays his morals…if only the Commission knew. 

Keigo’s hands find their way to his utility belt, unhooking it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Touya grows desperate, skin smoking as the heat rises up to the surface, threatening to incinerate his bindings. 

“Lemme touch you,” Touya whines, eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Talons. The villain smirks, and, in a single swift motion, slices the ropes with his feathers. Touya practically leaps up, arms wrapping around Keigo as he crashes their lips together in an amorous kiss. The last of the sedative seeps out of his system, processing with his Quirk as the lines in his Hero Suit start to glow brilliant cerulean. Touya’s hands roam Keigo’s back, finding the cutouts in his leotard where the muscles in his shoulder blades practically bulge out, grabbing tense flesh like his life depends on it. Keigo’s fingers find the zipper in Touya’s jacket, yanking it down and exposing his soft pecs. Touya nearly cries out when he feels Keigo’s calloused hands massaging. Who knew a few weeks was enough to make him a sniveling mess for Talons to touch him. A few weeks without feeling his strong embrace. A few weeks without his lips on his skin. A few weeks without his arch nemesis making him see stars. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot,” Talons groans, pulling away from Touya’s spit-slicked lips to drag his tongue down his neck. Touya clings to his lover, mouth hanging open and breaths coming out labored as he focuses on Talons’ fangs sinking into his flesh. His cock throbs, aching as Talons grinds down on him, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat. Feathers swirl and surround them, twisting and curling to pull off their clothes, taking care not to rip like they tend to. Low rumbles vibrate in their throats once the raw sensation of skin-to-skin contact hits the lovers. 

“Want you…,” Touya breathes, pausing before the words leave his lips in a rush, “Wanna be inside you.” 

Talons pulls back from the kiss, eyelids growing heavy before he starts aggressively kissing Touya again. So far, Touya’s been the one getting fucked during their trysts. A change of pace sounds…fun isn’t the right word. Whatever it is, it seems suitable that Keigo’s first time bottoming is in his own bed. He’s already prepped for it, waiting for Touya to make a move. Their hands roughly caress one another and Keigo pushes Touya down onto the bed, hands squeezing his shoulders with more attention than a fuckbuddy but with the hastiness of a hookup. 

Keigo drags his bare erection against Touya’s leaking cock, and the hero’s toes curl, back arching as his hands drop from Keigo’s back, turning to fists in the silk sheets. The villain keeps grinding, dicks sliding against one another, slick and rock-hard as the men pant. Gracefully, Keigo rises up, positioning himself so Touya’s tip lines up with his hole. 

“God, Kei ,” Touya moans lewdly, swallowing the urge to buck his hips and slip inside as feathers squeeze cold lube on his cock. Keigo grins suavely, noting his twitching muscles before he begins to lower himself down. Talons gasps softly as Touya presses inside, eyelids fluttering as Dabi’s length stretches his walls, tenderly working him open. 

The white-haired hero bites his bottom lip, muffled curses threatening to tumble out as Talons takes him all the way inside, sitting fully flush in Touya’s lap.  

Touya sighs, staring up at Talons…at the way the lights halo around him…so sexy and angelic and ethereal as he looms over him. The villain stares at the hero with such reverence it should be blasphemous. 

“Y’know,” Keigo grunts as he bends down so their lips are inches apart, “I’d tear the whole damn world down for you, Touya.”

Touya crumbles; he still can barely handle the feeling of being wanted so viscerally.

Their lips lock, messy and rushed and absolutely over-the-top. It’s like he’s trying to steal the breath from Touya’s lungs as the hero’s hands tangle in dirty blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the soft sounds of lovemaking filter through the air. A thousand unspoken “I love yous” threaten to spill from their lips like forbidden sins, silent and terrified, yet so cacophonous through sounds and actions. Touya breaks the kiss first, head tilting back with a gasp of pleasure as his hands drop down to rest at the villain’s waist. He twitches with a strangled cry as he starts bucking his hips, fucking into Keigo as he bounces up and down; the friction is electric, and Touya knows he’s not gonna last long. 

“Easy,” Talons huffs, hands squeezing Touya’s pecs as subtle wisps of smoke rise from the hero’s body. “Breathe, baby. Don’t catch fire now.”

Touya slows his rhythm, closing his eyes for an embarrassing moment to clear his mind. The last thing he wants is to turn those beautiful wings to ash…or ruin the mood. He feels the flames within ebb and subside, and, before he can open his eyes, Keigo’s mouth is on him once again. Touya hums into the kiss, desperate and deep, focusing on the tight heat of Keigo wrapped around him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Touya,” Keigo mumbles between kisses, making Touya’s eyes roll back into his head at the praise. 

“Such a good boy,” Keigo repeats over and over, letting the words stick in Touya’s head, dragging through and obliterating anything else. Touya’s movements become haphazard as he sloppily thrusts into Keigo’s guts, wanton moans pouring from his mouth, jaw slack and forehead sweaty. It isn’t long before the familiar coils of pleasure stir in the pit of his stomach, but he’s determined to make Keigo break first. Touya sits up, rocking his hips as his hands wrap around the villain’s pulsing cock. Talons swallows a whimper as Touya bites into his neck, and, suddenly, his orgasm comes rushing through his body all at once, painting Touya’s abdomen. The moment Touya feels the warm splash and the spasm of Keigo’s body, his whole body shudders, and he empties into his lover with a low groan. The two cling to one another, the room silent save for their ragged breathing. Touya, as usual, is the one to break the quiet.

“I’d...I’d do anything… for you.”

“Except join the cause,” Keigo bites, bitter even in the afterglow. Touya’s fingers twitch against the crimson feathers. Their bliss is polluted with those damning words…the inexcusable truth. Touya’s heart feels like a stone in his chest, weighing on his soul as he holds the life that he can never allow himself to have. He collapses on his back on the bed, staring up at Talons as the villain slowly lifts off. Keigo sighs as he manages to stagger to his feet to get dressed, climbing off Touya and leaving him feeling empty. Before the hero can say anything else, he tenses up, feeling a needle in his arm once again. Feathers push the sedative back into his system.

“Sorry, babe. But I can’t have you finding me. I’m the one that finds you ,” Talons murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Touya’s broken-hearted expression. The hero can’t speak, and his vision is starting to go in and out. He feels a warm rag cleaning the come off his stomach, and he can barely make out Keigo attempting to dress him through the flashes of his vision. The last thing he remembers is Keigo whispering into his ear:

“We’ll see each other again, firefly. You’re the drug I can’t quit.”

[vimara00]

Hello everyone! It's Vi✨ Here are some explanations about my writing:

I usually write about My hero academia (villains, pro heros and students) characters but I'm up to write about others (ex: Jujutsu kaisen, One punch man, SpyXFamily, Mob psycho 100, etc)

Also, I try to make my work in english in order to improve my language skills but I could write in Spanish for my hispanic/latin audience (I'm Argentinian 🇦🇷☺️)

I'm comfortable with "smut" so, if you'll like, I could write about it too

I'm opening the requests so don't be shy to ask for something in particular you would like me to write

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[utsukushisa0]

You know what I’m going to bite the bullet and write a fic and maybe a few head cannons. But I would like to write stuff for you guys (haha to the two followers I have) so send in asks if you would like. 🙏🏽😫💗 would rather it not be smut though😰

[beamergirll11]

You will leave me

Summary: You are a double agent along side your boyfriend Hawks. You never thought anyone could make you feel like Hawks could…especially a villain.

Word Count: ?, Edited

Characters: Reader, Twice, Hawks

NSFW: Smut, Angst

“Wait hold on, this can’t be right..” you saw him tremble as he saw your necklace with one of Hawk’s feather on it.

His mask was on but you could see the deep pain in his clouded eyes.

“It is…Jin come with me please before Hawks gets here.” You said as you scrubbed a hand across your face. The other hand you held out for Jin to grab onto but he was frozen, Tears were already dripping down his face as he began to claw at his mask in despair. You watched tears drop from his trembling chin.

“B-But what a-about a-about…?”

***

Being a double agent was exhausting, You never ever would have expected having feelings for the very villains that were trying to kill you. What made it was worse was your boyfriend Hawks was also on this mission as well.

It was a night a lot like the another’s but as usual you couldn’t sleep. You stood at the window watching in your room looking at the bright stars scattered across the sky. In two days or maybe even one Hawks wanted to take them down but Jin somehow touched your heart.

As you turned to head towards your bed, A knock at your door turned you around. Each step was taken with caution, It could be Hawks as usual but the League Of Villains were mere inches away from your room. Opening the door you were relieved but also confused to see to Jin.

“Jin? What are you doing here?” You asked curiously, titling your head.

Jin was almost quiet for a few seconds which was something you never experienced. Hell, when you first got there you were perplexed when you saw Jin whispering to himself than suddenly yelling at himself, It was as if he was having a conversation with himself. Could someone really be that lonely? Or crazy? Then when he spoke to you for the first time it was almost as if he was two separate people. It turned out he was…

He put his hand on the back of his neck as he fidgeted with his hands. “I was worried about you, you seem different.”

“Tell me what I have done.”

“It’s not you Jin, you have been perfect. It’s just memories about my family I guess…they really sucked.” You lied.

“The only family I have is here.”

“I’m all alone.”

“No you aren't, I'm here.” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. Guilt was consuming you because you were lying to him, You truly cared about him.

“I have you?” He asked his breath shaky.

“I want you.” He suddenly growled, just as he did he covered his mouth.

“I didn’t mean it! I mean it’s not that your ugly or smell! Or-“

He couldn’t finish, his other side breaking out. “I want you now.”

“Jin…what are you saying?” You asked knowing already what he meant.

“I love you.”

“I love you, You are mine!”

Tears began to well up as you looked down at the floor. You turned from him walking away shaking your head, You heard him follow you. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said any of this!”

“You are mine!”

Before anything else was said you spun around falling into his arms. You held him close as you held in your tears, You felt him tighten up but slowly he softened wrapping his arms around your waist. “Jin I’m so confused.”

“Oh I know how that feels!”

“I should have kept quiet.”

Slowly you moved from his body still holding on tight. You looked up at him as you brought your hands up carefully. It was almost as you were drinking something as you continued to take deep gulps, You pushed his mask up over his mouth. Your lips attacking his, He clawed at your waist as if he was trying to pull you inside him.

When you released him you found yourself rushing to the door locking it. You turned around, your back against the door staring him down. “Y/N…”

You practically tackled him the kisses sloppy but passionate. You felt him tremble as you kissed his neck, “This is the best thing that has ever h-happened to me.”

“I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up.” He growled as you moved your hand downward, You gripped his cock through his suit immediately He yelped.

“Whoa! No! You can’t do this! N-Not with me! I’ll ruin you!”

“Fucking take it out Y/N.”

You smiled sadly as you spoke, “You could never ruin me…”

You both shedded your clothes, You helped him take off his. He was having a hard time looking at your body and you but he was hard. The only thing left was his mask when you reached for it, He stopped you. “No…no don’t…”

“You will be disgusted.”

Regardless of his words you pulled it off seeing his face for the first time. You traced the scar on his forehead with your pointer finger as you took a closer look at his eyes. The eyes he had told you scared so many people, yet you were enthralled.

“I’m a creep…”

“I sure am.”

“No Jin you’re you.” You said as you dropped to your knees. You bit your lips as he stared down at you on pins and needles. “If you need to put your mask on, you can.”

Before he could speak you took his cock to back of his throat, You watched as he threw his hands into his blond hair. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Fuck that’s right suck this fat juicy cock!” He than growled.

“I’m sorry!” He said covering his mouth as he struggled to hold back his moans.

He was thick and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. Saliva dripped from your mouth as you took every inch, your jaw hurting from it. You felt his hand rest gently in your hair, As he closed his eyes up his head falling back moaning.

As you pulled your mouth from his cock with a pop, you started to pull him to the bed as you lay down on display for him. You wondered if he had had any past experience, was this all new for him. He crawled onto the bed between your legs, He grabbed his cock carefully as he slowly pushed in.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt him fill you up.

He hovered above you seemingly stalling, So you gently caressed his free hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m just not in the whole way.” He then thrusted in causing you to gasp, was it possible to feel this full without breaking. As he pumped into you, All you could think about was how good he made you feel.

“Don’t stop please fuck me!” You begged crying out as you watched his face turn red. Each thrust made you throw your head back as you moaned in pleasure. He placed his hand on your left breast, His hands were massive almost covering your breast.

As he continued to fuck you, He started to talk again almost unable to form a sentence. “Your so wet…so perfect…your everything…”

“I love watching you take my cock.”

You started to feel the familiar feeling in your chest, “J-Jin in close!”

“Yeah! We are so close together right now…fuck!”

“That’s not what she meant!”

“You know what I mean! I’m going to cum!” You managed to get out the words as he continuously pounded into you.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh nut.” He said with a smile.

“Are you ready to take my nut?”

“Y-Yes!” He dropped his mouth taking your nipple into his mouth. Suddenly you erupted crying out as you felt him burst his mouth vibrating around your nipple as he growled. “Jin I’m cumming all o-over your cock!”

His shoulders went slack as he collapsed on top of you, when you rubbed his back all you felt was sweat. His face buried in your neck he took a few deep breaths as he looked back at you. As you laid with him, You realized the size difference it was astonishing.

“Jin I…” before you could finish he spoke.

“I love you Y/N.”

“Your going to leave me.”

In that moment you froze looking at him, how could you do this? You had a boyfriend that you have dated for almost over a year. Jin may be a villain but something about him drew you in. He was a good guy dealt a bad hand, however you were supposed to take down the League Of Villains not fuck them.

“Jin…let’s get dressed…I’m going to head to bed.” you said as you tucked in your upper lip.

“…Was…I not good?” Jin asked his face turning white as his eyes watched the next words coming out of your mouth.

“No…Jin it’s not that.”

“Do…do you not love me?”

“Of course you don’t love me what was I thinking?!”

“No I do love you!” You said feeling like you were going to die from the emerging pain from your chest. Jin slowly smiled as he ran his calloused fingers across your cheek.”

As he pulled out you felt his cum drip from your pussy. He lowered himself on you holding you pressing kisses against your lips as he held you tight. All you could do was think about the Hawk’s necklace in your dresser.

***

“Jin…I was sent to arrest all of you.”

“Your a h-hero? He said as he slowly stood up his whole body shaking.

“Stay put!” You yelled watching as he flinched.

“No no not you…not you it can’t be.”

“I should have known how could you have ever loved me.”

“Jin! I care about you okay! I didn’t mean to but I do please please come with me! We can get you help!” You cried.

“H-Hawk and you…” he said deducing from the necklace that you were in fact with Hawks.

“I never intended on loving you!” You cried out again but tears now streamed down your cheeks.

“You love him?” Asked a familiar voice, you could he rubble spreading out as you turned to see Hawk walking out from the fresh hole in the wall. There was a silence, You knew you couldn’t lie to Hawks even if you tried. You had a choice you could try to atleast help Jin or arrest him? However no matter how you thought about it, you thought of Hawks.

You stood between both of them sobbing as you looked away from Hawks and Jin with shame. You never meant for any of this to happen, Jin was a villain he was to be arrested not loved. However you couldn’t shake it, the feeling that you and Hawks were the real bad guys.

[dizazter-dragoon]

Me: Almost finished with the Kiri x Reader Gym Bros smut :D I'm so proud of myself for getting something don-

Brain: Ay- So here's a dream about villain/vigilante nonbinary Keigo Takami going by Basilisk. Is the red in her hair dye or blood? And are those amber eyes actually glowing or is that a trick of the light.

Brain: With earrings like that I have a hard time believing that Villain!Hawks wouldn't absolutely have a thing for decking Reader out in gemstone jewelry, and then overstimulating them with oral to watch with slitted pupils as shiny stones, metal and those pretty eyes glisten in the low light due to their squirms.

Me: ...Why do you hate me

[metranart]

Acting like a bird in heat, Hawks ends up fulfilling his mating cycles with you… but now that his mind isn’t a pool of hormones… why does he keep looking for you?

Hawks x Student! Reader (Part 1)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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The last time you saw him, your fingers dripped in his milky and creamy essence, his cheeks were bright red, and foggy as the feather adorning his back, and his voice held an elusive pant as if trying to catch his breath, along with his actions. Self-consciousness, the new mask for him to wear as he disentangled your hand from his now flaccid cock, almost caringly, half-lidded golden orbs shinning in its post-delirium bliss yet hiding a regretful truth. How the fuck did this happened? And why the hell did he allowed it? What was that new confusing feeling inside his chest?Takami Keigo knew what it was, but had never had such a close encounter with it in his whole life. 

Shame. 

No man, no citizen, no hero... –shall call himself trustworthy, after what he did. After the kind of thoughts that now circled his brain...agh! and he called himself the Number two hero. What a farse.

A steady hand passed through his golden locks, disheveled strands restricting the smooth motion, as he heavily sighed. 

I need a bath, thought mildly annoyed. Maybe that would serve him to clear his mind and untangle the treacherous feeling threatening to drive him insane, a cold shower would serve the purpose of cooling the deep mortification, he was experiencing. Fresh summer wind ruffled the papers scattered on top of his desk and at the same time, refreshed his blushing skin. The memory of his recent untactful sin, raving his brain like a horde of savages attacking a peaceful village. Damn his luck. Damn his choice of actions and must of all, damned the day, he saved you. Hawks could still remember so many details, little yet so endearing details about you. When arrived at the scene never thought for a minute, would become involved in such colorful acts.

Everything went peachy during the rescue; Endeavor handled the Villain with upmost care while incinerating his head right away from his body. Tactful, the winged hero recalled to think quite amused, it would have been a scarring scene, if not were for the villain being a Nomus. Yet, he couldn’t avoid but to think, there still were so many more options to reach the same end. His job in this particular scene was easy, to say the least. Save the hostage. A sweet, scared and highly ordinary young girl who found herself trapped in the crossed fire. UA uniform hugging your figure, as the Nomus paraded itself around you like a bee setting his sting to hurt. There was little time to act, and the moment the flames exploded from the Number one hero, Hawks saw his window open to save the deceptive young girl. Flying through hell fire landed with a soft thud in front of you, displaying his wings to envelop you in a cocoon of feathers, the red flames licking his crimson wings while shielding you from harm.

His gloved hands went straight to your waist in a studied motion, at the same time his gaze fixed in yours asking for permission to touch you, you almost threw yourself at him like a trembling leaf who seek shelter from the chaotic winds. The winged hero was quick enough to pull you into his welcome arms and fly up, taking you both from the ground just in time. The scorching heat caressed his flying form before both were out of reach. The crowd around the sinister cheered the incineration of the villain, and a swift smirk kidnapped the blonde’s lips in a sassy gest.

He knew he have it in him, Endeavor just needed a few notches in the right direction. All those musings were curtly interrupted as his eyes focused on the civilian resting in his arms, your round eyes caught him off guard, nevertheless, was quick to smile and reassure your questioning stare. You seemed in shock, probable still were. These nasty things never left a sweet taste behind. Flying you to the safety of the ground, landed near the scene, but far away to gift you with some privacy to compose. Hawks gently unwrapped you from his chest and placed a comforting hand over your hunched shoulders, reassuring smile always present in his welcome expression. "It´s ok, you are safe now." His palm gently squeezed your shoulder, thumb doing comforting circle motions over the fabric of the uniform. "Breath, in and out, you'll see how you feel better in matter of seconds–" You managed to quirk the edge of your lip up, and your frame stopped shaking, the tremors slowly disappearing the more oxygen you gulped. "Atta girl" The hero cheered, lowly. "In and out, you’re almost a pro." His good-hearted joke reaped the fruits as a melodic giggle escaped out of you, and your tense frame seemed to relax. "T-thank you, Hawks" you timidly stammered, eyes glued to your fidgeting fingers interlacing each other, nervously.

Looking up from your hands met his gleeful stare, and your cheeks gained a dust of pink. Your lips opened and closed as if wanted to say something but didn’t dare to. Hawks pretended no to notice, to save you the embarrassment. 

He was used to have this effect over the female population, every woman in town was one smirk away from his warm bed, but the young hero had grown tired of those kinds of relationships. When you can have all, you can eat, eventually the buffet seemed less attractive, almost boring.

He liked sex, holly shit, he fucking did! as much as the next guy would. But he needed a challenge –   actually wasn’t sure what he needed, but something inside him was unsatisfied and restless, continuingly poking at the back of his mind.

“Don’t mention it, cutie.” The hero said simply and looking around, realized that your home shouldn't be far away.

“If you want, I can take you to your house" he suggested, in a carefree and friendly tone, "flying everything is closer." Cheerfully, added.

Taking a moment to think, nibble your lower lip a bit but you ended up accepting. His amber glasses shone under the rays of the sun and without preamble, he offered you his arms which you nervously climb for him to leave the safety of the ground and surf the sky, again.

"Are you comfortable?” Keigo asked, feeling your body a little tense among his arms, being carried bride style across the sky would definitely woo any girl, nevertheless, you seem more uncomfortable than anything else. 

“M��Ok.” you said, curtly, and hawks, merely nodded. “By the way, are we heading in the right direction?"

A blush swept across your cheeks at the realization of what he just stated, and timidly squeezing his arm to feel more secure, you glanced down and before you could tell him exactly where your house was, you noticed something coating your fingers.

“You are hurt!” You half-yelled worried, looking at your blood covered hand, and then, at his wounds. You had not noticed it because he had not said anything, nor had he complained, but his arm was burned and one of his wings was semi-scorched. To which the young hero, just shrugged his shoulders, not giving it much importance.

"Comes with the territory." He openly joked, but your eyebrows continued to frown. "It's not serious, a few of Endevour´s flames got me... nothing that won't heal in a few days." He encouraged you, but you weren't able to shake the feeling of guilt.

You had been training hard to become a hero, and just when it was time to prove yourself, you froze.

It was so, so embarrassing that Todoroki's father had to save you, that you refused to go back to the dormitory you shared with your class A classmates. Surely, they would be worried, not to mention, you had already ghosted, a few text messages from Professor Aizawa asking if you were okay. But you just kept feeling like you let everyone down. That was why you preferred to go home and cry your eyes out in the solitude of your bedroom, or among your mom’s arms. 

Now, you felt even worse, since Hawks, the number two hero, was injured because of you. Maybe he didn't show it since he was too professional, but that wound was serious and would take more than a few days to heal, not to mention it could get infected.

Ugh! you had to help him, was the least you could do… It was what a true hero would do.

Setting your mind, you decided to use your quirk on him, despite Recovery Girl several warnings. Without a doubt, you could heal him... now the only setback was, not losing control while doing it.

An idea suddenly lights your brain, and catching a glimpse of a well-known hidden alleyway, near your house, you signaled to him that you had arrived.

Hawks landed softly, and let you down, looking around the place. "I'll take you to the door, which one is yours?" The young hero, offered.

“...Is the one on the other side of the alley.” You indicated, signaling a house, close by.

“Oh, fine.” Keigo said, not really understanding why you choose to walk instead of fly straight to your house, but he let it pass. “Lead the way, then.”

Both entered the alley which was being embraced by thin shadows and before you reached the other side, you turned around and looking at Hawks with embarrassment, you fidgeted with your fingers for a moment. Surprise morphed Keigo´s features comically when out of all the requests in the world, you suddenly asked. 

“May-may I give you a kiss?” You asked, timidly and noticing his bemused expression, corrected. “...As a way of thanking you.... for saving me....”

Your timid request took him by surprise momentarily, but soon his features regain his cool, and was quick to nod to then leant down. A kiss on the cheek, Keigo thought it to be innocent enough, not a usual request, nevertheless, a simple one. If this put you to rest, he'll humor you. Keigo was cocking his head for you to place your sweet lips.... it's now or never, you breathed deeply.... if you were going to use your quirk, now was the moment.

Two slender hands perched in each side of the Hero´s face and in a firm, straight movement, you cocked his face in your direction, surprise registered in his face, and his golden orbs popped open at the feeling of your lips locking with his.    

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[roseytheangel]

Heyo I wanted to add two today as a thanks for over fifty likes! Thank you so much!

Shoto todoroki:

Second in command of team emerald.

Codename: burning ice.

Age: 16

Height: 6’1

Persona: cold and calculating. Aware and cynical with a kind heard under all the ice. Loves his friends but sometimes feels insecure or scared due to trust issues.

Looks- white and red hair with a birthmark on his forehead/right eye. Left eye is grey while the other is a pristine blue, just like endeavours.

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Iida tenya:

Member of team emerald.

Codename: enginum

Age: 16

Height: 6’1

Persona: hard boiled person, hardworking and courageous with a wild sense of revenge and justice. A kind and caring friend with a large love to rules.

Looks: navy blue hair/ eyes with light beige skin and glasses, a scar on his left eye he usual wears hoodies and baggy trousers.

(Unless uniform.)

[takingchences]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

Warnings: mature language, angst, death

Heads up! OC is roughly 4 years older than Dabi. Enjoy the chapter 😉

series masterlist + my masterlist

Not all heroes are praised for how they contribute to society.

Not everyone gets the glory, the TV specials, or devoted fanbase like All Might or Best Jeanist. Some heroes are forced to remain in the darkness, bloodying their hands and shattering their souls beyond repair to protect the greater good. They sacrifice pieces of themselves so that innocent people don't have to. They are shadows, moving through the world undetected.

The majority of the population live in a sheltered, naive bubble, and the Hero Commission prefers it that way. If the general public knew what trouble their beloved Lady Nagant and Hawks got up to, there would be riots in the streets. Society as they know it would cease to exist.

Kazuha always dreamed of being a hero. Even before she got her quirk, she wanted to protect the ones that couldn't protect themselves. She wanted to be someone that made others feel safe.

Everything changed after her quirk appeared.

Suddenly, people in suits were showing up at her door, talking with her parents for hours at a time before they eventually told her the good news; the Hero Commission wanted to train her to become a hero. It was a dream come true for the four year old.

But she'd quickly learn how fast a dream can turn into a nightmare.

Agents under the Commission leave their identities and pasts behind after joining the ranks. She was swept away from her parents and transported to headquarters. Her new home. New recruits are lumps of clay to be shaped into soldiers, spies, or assassins. They're no longer their own person, but the Commission's pawn to use and discard as needed.

A young hero by the name of Lady Nagant was introduced as her mentor. The pink-and-indigo-haired beauty was a few years her senior and a ray of sunshine compared to the other agents she'd been introduced to. She was taught all forms of martial arts, how to use various weapons, and conditioned to endure high levels of pain. The training was intense, especially for someone so young, but necessary the Commission explained. You want to be a real hero, right? They'd ask any time she hesitated or questioned their intentions. Real heroes aren't afraid to get their hands dirty.

She always thought they were referring to death. And they were... but not in a way her young mind could've ever imagined.

She was ten when she realized that there are worse things than death. She'd been given small assignments throughout the years, most of which were interrogations. People will tell you whatever you want to hear when their lives are on the line, and that's where her quirk came in handy. The Commission was fascinated by her power, and used these assignments as a sort of test not only for her progress, but as a way to study the behavior of her quirk.

Usually, she'd be placed in the room with the person being questioned as one of the agents explained the inner workings of her quirk. The person was always restrained in a metal chair, and as soon as the word 'poison' registered, they'd start to fight the bindings with newfound vigor. The agent over the intercom would then instruct her on what to do as they started the interrogation.

But something was different this time.

It started out the same as always. A man was strapped to the metal chair, wriggling and cursing as he fought against the restraints. But unlike the rest, his mouth was covered. How is he supposed to answer? The lock clicked behind her as soon as she passed through the door, and a deep voice came over the intercom to introduce her quirk.

But for once, they had no questions for the man. Instead, they had a request for her.

"Kill him."

Kazuha blinked, her brows furrowed as she turned to stare at the two-way glass. "What?"

"Kill him."

"But," her voice broke, her small body trembling in fear. "I don't want to."

"You've been given your orders, agent." The voice remains neutral and indifferent. "Now follow through."

Tears lined her eyes. She knew from experience that the Commission didn't take no for an answer. She wouldn't be allowed out of the room until she completed her mission. They would keep her inside for as long as it took, until she killed the man like they wanted... or she collapsed from starvation. Even then, she'd only be delaying the inevitable. As soon as she recovered she'd be back in the same situation.

Heroes make sacrifices, she reminded herself, salty trails running down her cheeks as she silently approached the man, who started bucking in his chair wildly in a last ditch effort to break free. Heroes get their hands dirty.

Said hand stretched towards the man, hesitating inches from his skin. His curses were muffled by the cloth over his mouth, her own screams lodged in her throat as she made contact with the man.

Her quirk allowes her to produce toxins that she can then release at will. Exposure can cause respiratory problems, accellerated heart rate, dizziness, fever, as well as a few other symptoms. Her quirk is near fatal when in close contact for a prolonged period of time, but physical contact with the secretion is a death sentence. Her sweat, blood, tears, and saliva are all highly concentrated poison.

She's a living, breathing weapon.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, meeting his wide, fearful gaze. She didn't know what the man had done or why he was being punished so severely, but she didn't think that he deserved to die for it. Who were they to decide that this man should pay for his crimes with his life? "I'm so sorry."

For the next half an hour she was forced to watch as the unknown man's conditioned worsened. His breaths became labored. His face was red and splotchy, the inflammed skin glistening with sweat. Even his eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

Then the coughing started... and it didn't stop. His body convulsed with the force of his hacking, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. It was a slow, agonizing punishment for them both, until eventually, the stranger went limp. His body slumped down against the chair, all his previous fight gone, and Sana let out a choked sob.

She didn't register the door opening behind her, or the Head of the Hero Commission entering the room to survey the scene. "Excellent job. Well done, Agent Hebi."

Kazuha didn't respond, unable to tear her eyes away from the dead body in front of her. He's dead, it repeated in her head like a never ending loop. I did that. I killed someone.

She felt physically ill, like she was being infected by her own quirk.

"But next time, agent? Spare us the dramatics."

She blinked dazedly. Next time?

All those years she'd had it wrong. They didn't want her to sacrifice her life—no, that would be a waste of talent. She was far too valuable to the cause. No, the Commission wanted her to sacrifice others in the name of justice.

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Kazuha would love to say that that was her first and last experience with death, but that day was only the beginning of her toxic relationship with the Hero Commission. She would be tasked with torturing and killing spies, traitors, and enemies of the Commission. They would ask her to play with them like a sick game of cat and mouse, prolonging the inevitable by giving them an excruciatingly slow death.

They insisted that the job would get easier with time, but she doubted their sincerity. Just a month ago, her dear friend and mentor had snapped and murdered their boss, as well as a number of colleagues while Kazuha was out of the country. When her plane landed in Tokyo a week later, she was greeted by a honey blonde kid and the new Madame President. After filling her in on what she'd missed, she was introduced to her trainee, Hawks.

Maybe that was why she stopped that day in the rain. Maybe so many things had spiraled out of control that she'd needed to feel in control of something, or maybe her childhood dream of being a hero was still there deep down.

Whatever it was influencing her, it worked. She stopped.

If she'd been thinking clearly like Kaina had taught her to do, she would've paid more attention. Only looking back years later did she realize that important, life altering moments always seem to happen in the rain. But how could she have ever predicted the horrific butterfly effect that would unfold from a chance meeting between two weary strangers?

She was walking down a side street, soaked to the bone. The young girl felt completely numb as she trudged through deep puddles, unbothered by the chill in the air. Her long black coat clung to her like a second skin, and her heeled boots scuffed against the concrete. Her leather bodysuit was concealed by her coat, her revealing outfit hidden away from prying eyes. The smoky eye makeup she wore ran down her face with the rain. If anyone were to see her like this, they would probably mistake her for a deranged villain.

Most days, she would agree.

She'd just finished a particularly difficult mission, and the waves of guilt and shame that always came afterwards were near paralyzing. It was all she could do not to collapse where she stood. She wouldn't have the strength or will to get back up. The cold water was soothing in a way, like it was washing away the metaphorical blood on her hands, cleansing her. The cold numbed her bleeding heart, stifling the pain.

A sniffle from the entrance of a shadowed alley on her left caught her attention, making her pause.

Kazuha squinted, trying to find the source of the noise. There was a scuffling sound, like something was moving. She crept down the narrow alley towards the noise, her senses on alert in case she was wrong about the situation. It could be a trap, but I need to know for sure.

It was a hero's duty to protect others, and Kazuha couldn't shake the feeling that whoever was in this alley was hurting. The faint whimpers she'd heard from the street sounded young and heartbroken. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to startle the person. She could make out a small, dark-clothed figure hunched on the ground, their body shaking violently. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold, the crying, or whatever pain this person was obviously in.

"Go... away..."

Kazuha stopped a few feet from the kid, giving them space. It was a young male, his voice hoarse and pained.

The lack of footsteps seemed to agitate the boy further. His shoulders tensed and he raised his head to glare at her with the most beautiful blue eyes.

"Get the hell away from me!" He rasped, his vocal chords like sandpaper, and now that his face was no longer hidden beneath the hoodie he was wearing, she could see why. Burns littered his pale body, the inflamed skin red and raw looking. They weren't fresh wounds, maybe a few months old. The worst of the damage was around his eyes, and as far as she could tell, every inch of skin from his cheekbones down to his collar had been scorched beyond repair. It was a miracle he was alive after so much damage to his soft tissue.

He was a few years younger than her, that much was obvious, and the thought of anyone having to go through such agony, let alone a child, made her chest tighten.

Kazuha held her hands up in a sign of surrender. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she spoke calmly and in a normal tone, just she'd been taught to do when dealing with trauma victims. "I just want to help."

"Help?" He scoffed. His cerulean eyes rolled back into his skull. "What a joke. What are you supposed to be, anyway? Some kind of hero?" He spat the word, as though it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Sorry, kid, but I'm not what most would consider 'hero material,'" Kazuha crouched down and pushed her long, damp curls back with a sigh. "To be honest, I'm not sure what I am anymore." The boy's scowl softened, the same sadness she felt reflected in his bright eyes.

"I know the feeling." He whispered, the bitterness in his tone far beyond his years.

She smiled sadly, the two sharing a look of understanding. "The name's Kazuha. I don't know about you, but I'd like to get out of these wet clothes and grab a bite to eat. What do you say?"

The boy growled. "I don't need your pity."

"I'm not pitying you," she insisted, standing up and offering her hand. "I asked because I'm not a total asshole." She smirked down at the scarred boy. "I've never been anyone's hero before. Will you let me be yours?"

It was a selfish request, but she couldn't shake this desire to do something good. For once, she had the ability to bring happiness to someone instead of pain.

She needed this just as much as he did.

Touya stared at her gloved hand, expression unreadable, then moved his gaze up to her face. She was beautiful and broken beyond repair, just like him. He could see it in her jaded eyes, sense it in the air around her. The jagged parts of her soul called out to his, aligning like pieces of a puzzle.

Touya took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet.

A feeling of belonging he hadn't felt in years stirred in his chest. He felt like his life had finally found purpose and meaning once again. And this time, he wouldn't let anything or anyone stop him from claiming what was his.

Will you let me be yours? She'd asked him.

Yes, he thought, squeezing her hand. She squeezed back reassuringly, flashing him another wicked grin. Her exotic features and sharp, glistening canines made her appear mysterious and dangerous, much like himself. Mine. He returned her smile, pushing through the pain as the thin, healing skin threatened to split. All mine.

[thesakuragarnet]

My Eden

Summary: After casually seeing each other for weeks, Hawks is desperate to take things to the next level with Dabi... but the villain is desperate to tell him the truth.

~My, my, those eyes like fire~ ~I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre~

(Inspired by Sleep Token's "Take Me Back To Eden")

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: canon-typical violence, DabiHawks, canon-ish timeline, swearing, fluff, smut, light angst, intimacy, alternate canon, making out, love confessions/confessions in general, (demisexual Dabi timeline of mine?)

Word Count: 2,867 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: virgin Dabi, sub top Dabi, flirty bottom Hawks, explicit s3xual content, grinding, quirk use during s3x, first time, praise k!nk, a n a l s3x, sweet/hot

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Dabi can't take it anymore. He simply doesn't know what to do with himself. Every fleeting touch. Every light laugh. Every adoring glance. Hawks has been nothing but angelic toward him, and Dabi is utterly obsessed. Their first date was unnaturally natural...they were like two sides of the same coin. Dabi found himself wishing Hawks would never shut up; just hearing his voice was enough to make his heart flutter and his stomach fill with butterflies. Even though he tried to fight it, he's fallen in love with Keigo Takami all over again...his childhood friend turned enemy...turned partner as of a few weeks ago. Keigo had no idea...and, surprisingly, he hadn't seemed to make the connection yet. He'd rekindled his feelings by jumping headfirst, and Hawks seemed to return every subtle gesture with unmatched intensity. Dabi had never felt more loved in his entire life. He never thought he'd deserve this...he never thought someone could think about him in these ways before. He'd been biting his tongue with every passing second. He loved Hawks. There was zero doubt that he loved Hawks...but something inside him forbade him from voicing it aloud. He was afraid. Dabi's paranoia had a chokehold on him. Hawks was still a Pro Hero. Hawks could still be a traitor... Still...some part of him wanted Keigo to know the truth.

...

Typically, it was Dabi that would orchestrate meetings with Hawks...so it caught the scarred villain off guard when the Hero messaged him, requesting a rendezvous at their usual warehouse by the harbor on the outskirts of the Gunga Mountain Villa.

Dabi takes a deep breath as he straightens the collar of his leather jacket before pushing the sliding door and stepping into the darkness of the warehouse. Usually, it smells like dust and salt...but tonight, Dabi can smell faint jasmine and cinnamon. He raises his eyebrow. 

"Hawks?" Dabi calls out cautiously, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he sees faint orange glows and shadows flickering off the walls. He walks down the aisle of boxes, turning through the maze until he gets to the alcove where they usually meet. His eyes widen. Hawks has laid out scented candles sparsely on the metal beams, and he leans against the back wall, seemingly impressed with his minimal efforts to set a mood. 

"What's all this?" Dabi mutters, feeling his heart race. Hawks smiles smugly. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I just...I wanted us to finally get a little alone time is all. I know it's hard with that Skeptic guy bugging the entire base. It's not like we can go to the movies either. You: one of Japan's most wanted. Me: one of Japan's most loved. We wouldn't get to enjoy it," Hawks rambles as he slowly struts up to his boyfriend, batting his long eyelashes up at him. 

"So you wanted to meet for some alone time? You don't wanna talk business?" Dabi stammers, a little confused. Hawks is wearing one of his tighter compression shirts, and he can see the shadows of his sculpted muscles through the flickering firelight. 

"I mean...it's our business," Hawks smirks, tracing his finger on the low neckline of Dabi's T-shirt. Dabi's face feels hot, and he gulps.

"You don't have some patrol you need to be at?" Dabi tries to make an excuse. He's not used to this tension. He's not used to wanting it to snap in a split second. Usually, he'd want to burn anyone who dares touch him...he even only limits Toga and Twice to five-second hugs. But...Dabi could let Hawks touch him until the world ended...until his brain dissolved into nothing. 

"You're more important," Hawks trills, golden eyes melting into cerulean as their gazes meet. Dabi feels like his chest is going to implode at the words. Hawks praises him so casually...it's all intoxicatingly alien. If his skin was his own, Dabi would be feeling goosebumps. 

"Please," Dabi rolls his eyes, trying to brush it off, but he can't hide the subtle want in his tone. Hawks picks up on it instantaneously. He walks his fingers up to the edge of Dabi's jacket collar, teasingly pushing at it. 

"Maybe we should lose these jackets...it's getting a little hot in here," Hawks grins, and Dabi feels his mouth dry out. He lets the hero slip off his leather, and the silver conductor cuffs resonate as the jacket falls to the floor. Without a word, Dabi helps Hawks out of his Hero jacket, absentmindedly tossing it to the side. Dabi sharply inhales as Hawks immediately traces the scars that run up his arms. He presses just hard enough to where Dabi can feel it, his manicured nails dancing delicately over the purple skin. Dabi can't take his eyes off of Hawks' biceps as they flex; it's like he's in a trance. 

"You know...I've been doing a lot of thinking," Hawks murmurs softly, making Dabi freeze.

"And...I think...I want to take our relationship to the next level, Dabi," Hawks breathes, leaning forward to whisper in the villain's ear. 

"Would you like that?"

Dabi can feel the grin on Hawks' lips before he presses them just below his ear, and, on pure instinct, he grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him against the wall. He hates how vulnerable he feels. He's supposed to be stoic. He's supposed to be untouchable. Dabi doesn't feel things... Touya does. The part of him that died all those years ago...consumed by too much emotion. He's felt that part of him awaken the more he interacts with Hawks. Touya...Keigo's childhood friend. Touya...the part of him that refuses to remain silent for much longer. 

"Sorry. Sorry. Forgot you prefer things slow," Hawks laughs light-heartedly, eyes twinkling in the darkness, and Dabi's grip slacks. He expects Hawks to fear him...maybe he should want Hawks to be afraid. Yet, he never is. 

"Let's just...see where...this takes us," Dabi admits, feeling his heart skip beat after beat. "I'm just...I'm still not sure if I trust you."

' I'm not so sure that I trust anyone, ' Dabi thinks to himself. It physically pains him to speak it aloud. He doesn't trust Hawks...he trusts Keigo . 

Hawks' gaze softens, and he gently reaches up, cupping Dabi's face in his hands. "Then...let me help you learn to trust me."

Hawks' eyes flutter closed, and he leans in. Dabi lets the darkness envelop him as he submits, letting the hero join their lips. Hawks' kisses are ethereal, and Dabi melts into every single one of them. The Pro Hero's hands travel past Dabi's cheeks, wrapping around the back of the villain's neck limply, and Dabi moves his grip to Hawks' waist, pulling him close. They drink each other in, completely losing themselves in the moment. Dabi feels his broken heart swell once again, and he shudders at the hero's touch. 

'Tell him...tell him...call him by his real name .' Dabi's head swims, and it forces him to break the kiss. 

"Something wrong?" Hawks cocks his head to the side, eyes scanning... calculating . Dabi breathes heavily through his nose, staring blankly at his lover, holding his tongue. Hawks drops his hands back to his sides as the hair stands up on the back of his neck. Dabi's mouth hangs open ever so slightly, words refusing to come out. Dabi regains his composure, shaking his head and digging his black, painted nails into Hawks' hips as he presses hungry kisses down the hero's jawline. Hawks leans into the touch, a pleasured sigh dripping from his lips as Dabi gently sinks his teeth into his neck. Hastily, Keigo shoves him away, frantic to return the gesture as he presses Dabi up against the wall, fangs biting into the scarred flesh on his neck. The sensation catches the villain off guard, and he speaks without thinking. 

" Keigo ," He sighs, and time stops. 

SHIIK. 

A feather blade is pressed to Dabi's neck, digging in ever so slightly right where Keigo's mouth was moments ago, and a chill shoots through the villain. 

"What. Did you call me?" Hawks growls, and when Dabi opens his eyes, the hero's amorous stare has been replaced with piercing fury. 

"K-Keigo, please-" Dabi croaks, voice straining beneath the pressure of the feather, but he's only met with hostility as Hawks presses the blade further, threatening to cut into his flesh. 

"SHUT UP! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" Keigo snarls, and Dabi's heart drops. He's never seen the Pro so feral before, and it's making a part of him regret everything. Blood beads between the staples beneath his eyes. 

"You really...don't know?" Dabi coughs, his throat clenching on nothing. Curse his fucking burned tear ducts. "You're smarter than that, birdie. Think about my Quirk for two seconds."

Hawks remains silent, gritting his teeth as his eyes bore into Dabi. Finally, the puzzle pieces click. 

“Touya?” Keigo whispers, dropping his weapon. He always thought there was a shred of familiarity in the BlueFlame wielder’s cold gaze, and, now, he understood why. Dabi goes into a coughing fit, gasping for air, unsure whether to be relieved or not as Hawks tentatively reaches up to touch his face, his fingers ever so slightly brushing up against the burn scars with newfound recognition. 

“You're alive?” Keigo breathes, a tear streaming slowly down his face.

"You could say that," Dabi snorts, catching his breath. "I didn't realize your real name was a touchy subject."

Hawks' lips curl into a deeper frown, and he sighs. He continues to gently stroke Touya's cheek, as if he's trying to memorize the exact texture of his skin. 

"Did...did I ruin the moment?" Dabi chuckles, and Hawks forces a small smile. 

"Please...just...don't tell anyone," He murmurs, and Dabi blinks. 

"I won't tell if you won't," He teases, trying to lighten the mood, and Hawks nuzzles into his chest. Dabi sighs when he feels his lover's lips gently pressing into the unburned flesh on his chest, pulling down his V-neck to expose more of his body. 

"So...this doesn't change anything?" Dabi huffs, and Hawks shakes his head as he pulls off the villain's shirt before removing his own. 

"Not a damn thing," Keigo whispers before he practically drags Dabi toward one of the ledges against the wall, coaxing him to sit down as he crawls into his lap, straddling him. A gasp bursts from the villain's lips as Hawks softly grinds against him, tilting his chin up with his finger and kissing him passionately. Touya moans softly into the kiss, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels Keigo's tongue gliding across his lip. His arms reach up, running his fingertips through Keigo's feathers and forcing low groans out of the hero as he pulls him even closer. He sharply inhales when he feels Keigo unbuckling his belt, sweet chills rolling underneath his skin as he hears the button on his pants unclasp and his zipper un-zip. His tongue eagerly meets his lover's, and his hands heat up ever so slightly, warming up Hawks' wings. Keigo cups Touya's face as he pulls back, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their lips. 

"You're so beautiful," Keigo whispers with a soft smile, and Touya becomes putty in his hands, eyes shimmering, blood slowly trickling beneath his eyes. 

"You lie," Dabi laughs so quietly that it's barely a whisper, but Keigo gently kisses his nose. 

"I'd never lie to you."

Those words shake Dabi to his fucking core. Oh, he's so far gone. He...he feels like Touya again. Vulnerable. Emotional. Catalytic. A ticking time bomb full of tears and joy and anger. Dabi shudders as Hawks' feathers rip away at the rest of the Pro's clothes, leaving him completely naked on his lap. Dabi leans his head back, eyes fluttering closed as Hawks delicately frees him from his boxers. A cold, slick sensation sends shivers down Dabi’s spine as the Pro gently massages lube over his erection. An uncharacteristically high-pitched whine leaves Dabi's throat. No one's ever touched him in this way before. He hasn't let anyone dare...not that anyone has wanted to in the first place. His body is so broken...it's a miracle that he's even able to feel any of this. In fact, for the longest time, he wasn't sure he was capable...yet Hawks...no...Keigo is proving him wrong. His heart is wrapped up like a present...all for this Pro Hero...and now...he's completely submitting himself to him. Gently, Hawks lowers himself down onto Dabi's cock with hitched breaths and fluttering wings. Dabi gasps, moans pouring from his throat as he feels himself bottoming out inside Hawks as the winged man sits flush in his lap. The sensations are completely new and intoxicating. His mind turns to jelly as his brain fogs with pleasure. 

"Shhhhh," Hawks coos, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to Dabi's forehead, his own words stuttering from the overwhelming feelings. "Fuck, you feel good inside me."

"So...goddamn tight," Dabi grunts, reaching up to wrap his arms around the hero, stroking his wings and sloppily kissing him. Slowly, Hawks begins bouncing up and down, creating exhilarating friction that makes Dabi whimper into the kiss. Keigo gasps as he breaks free from the kiss, mouth hanging open with heavy breaths as his insides squeeze around Dabi. Their eyes stare with heavy lids, caught in a war of love and lust and obsession. 

"God...," Dabi pants, feeling his Quirk prickle beneath his skin. He takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself as Hawks continues to ride him. 

" I love you. "

Dabi almost chokes, eyes widening simultaneously with fear and love as he hears Hawks groan those three little words with such genuine passion. 

"What?" Dabi grunts, part of him hoping that Hawks will act like he didn't mean to say anything, but Hawks just laughs between sighs of pleasure. 

"I...I love you, Touya," Hawks smiles, and Dabi's heart practically explodes; his cheeks burn and his eyes sting. He feels red trickling beneath the scars beneath his eyes. If his tear ducts weren't burned shut, he'd be sobbing. A choked gasp bursts from his throat as he clings to his Hero. He's lost. Oh, he's so fucking lost in his emotions that he doesn't think he'll ever get back to that cold, callous front he'd spent years crafting. 

"Fuck...I love you, too, Keigo," Dabi huffs, crimson streaks streaming down his face as he embraces Hawks as tight as he possibly can, feeling the dull tug of his staples straining under the pressure. "I love you so fucking much," He breathes out, panting heavily as he ruts up into Hawks with a fervor, forcing cries out of the bird. 

"Oh, Keigo ," Dabi moans, his raspy voice cracking as he feels something stir in the pit of his stomach. " Keigo...Fuck...Keigo...Oh God...Keigo ," He pants over and over, his voice laced with liquid lust and love. Keigo seems to whine louder every time Touya says his name; it's previous enraging effect has been completely replaced with intense devotion. 

" Touya , ~ah~," Hawks gasps, stuttering his lover's name repeatedly. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echo throughout the warehouse, interrupted by the sighs and cries of the lovers. 

" Kei. ..Kei, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-" Touya stammers, his thrusts becoming haphazard, and Keigo flexes his muscles, squeezing Dabi in all the right places. 

"Me too," Keigo whines, his voice hitching on a soft wail. 

“Oh, Touya. It feels so good. So good, ” Keigo sobs, tears pricking at his eyes as he lets his true emotions overtake him, his hero persona momentarily vanishing. They scream each other's real names in a simultaneous heated cry as they both release moments after one another. Slowly, they come down from their highs, and Keigo's feathers sweep away the sticky white splashes that cover Touya's exposed abs. The second Keigo pulls himself off of Touya's cock, the villain hurriedly zips himself back into his pants and pulls the hero into a loving embrace. Keigo's wings wrap around Touya, shielding him in a ruby red sea of soft vanes. 

"Fuck," Dabi's sigh dissolves into a content laugh, and Hawks grins, nuzzling into Touya's neck. "That was...amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself...for a virgin," Hawks teases, and Dabi rolls his eyes. 

"Not a virgin anymore, idiot," He snaps, only to be shut up with a kiss. He melts into his lover's touch immediately, tongues intertwining and satisfied hums bubbling in their throats. Dabi opens his eyes, seeing red from his bloody tears, and he hastily moves to wipe them away. Hawks kisses the scars beneath his eyes, gently caressing his face before pressing down on the scars with the pads of his fingers, keeping the blood from spilling out. 

“Here. Lemme stop the bleeding. Just for a minute,” Keigo whispers tenderly, and Touya gulps, nodding slightly. He gently strokes Keigo’s wings, holding him close as Keigo tends to his wounds. 

In this moment, they are no longer a villain and a hero. They are only Touya and Keigo.

[candycandy00]

Boku no Hero Academia Master List

A list of BNHA fanfics I’ve written. Arranged newest to oldest (in each category). Fics have Fem Readers and contain smut unless otherwise noted! My work is for adults only!

Shigaraki x Reader

Shower Duty (Prison AU, Noncon/Dubcon)

Office Life (Gender Neutral Reader, Dub Con, Violent Fantasies)

The Scarecrow Walks at Night (Halloween fic, Shig as a Scarecrow)

Tentacle Tomura (Tentacles, Anal)

The Pirate and the Mermaid (AU) (Three Parts!)

Too Intense For you? (BDSM)

Reader Uses Mind Control Quirk on Shig

Dark Carnival Chapter 1 (Whips, Blood, Death)

Playing a Fighting Game - Loser has to Strip

Shy Reader Giving Shig a Christmas Present

Sitting on Shig's Lap While he Plays Games

Exhibitionism

Shig Corrupts Shy Hero's Sidekick Reader

Size Kink - Shig With Short Reader

Mommy Kink

Breath Play/Choking

Break Time (Reader is a Waitress with a Crush on Shig)

Dabi x Reader

Hospital Hostage (No Quirk AU, Suggestive) NO SMUT

Come Find Me (Hawks x Reader x Dabi, Horror, Non-con, Drugging)

Blood Moon Rising (Dabi as a Werewolf, Breeding)

Count Touya (Dabi as a Vampire, Bondage)

Waxwork (Dabi as a Vampire + Werewolf)

The Visitors (Post Ending, Touya in Prison) NO SMUT

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Four Parts!)

Dabi Under a Lust Quirk

Dabi with Innocent Nun Reader

Piercing/Torture

Teasing that Leads to Rape/Non-Con

Trending Topics (Dabi Sees Reader's Pervy Tweets About Him)

Lazy Sex

Breeding Kink

Mr. Compress X Reader

The Experiment (Horror, Gore, Halloween Fic, Compress as a mad scientist)

Dark Carnival Chapter 2 (Blood, Gore, Death)

Mr. Compress x Reader With Bunny Quirk

Twice x Reader

Dark Carnival Chapter 3 (Horror, Blood, Gender Neutral Reader) (Three Parts!)

Hawks x Reader

Come Find Me (Hawks x Reader x Dabi, Horror, Non-con, Drugging)

The Chase (AU, Vampire!Hawks, Bondage, Choking, Breeding)

Non-X Reader

League of Villains Heroes (Set after the end of the manga, the League has split up and are in therapy, but a new threat turns them into reluctant heroes.) Multi-Chapter. NO SMUT. (In Progress!)

Unmerry Christmases (Platonic ShigaDabi) NO SMUT

AFO x All Might Aladdin AU Master/Slave Dub-Con

[yammpi3]

𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 [𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨]

synopsis. You were a former hero commission hero but when you made a simple mistake in a mission the commission sent you on they deemed you unfit and fired you, hence made you out to be a villain to the public. A few years later you meet your old partner Hawks out on his nightly patrol then you guys make up….made out .. :3

— content warnings. sorta plot with smut, eating out, p to v, kissing, sex sex sex, not really coordinated well? i think? dom/sub hawks

— W.C 2.3k

— authors note. This has been rotting in my drafts for like a year now but i thought i should post something…so..heres this!! Im rlly sorry if it’s formatted kinda weirdly, imo the smut is also written sorta weird but i think thats just me..overthinking it ANYWAYS enjoy reading <33 also Thank you FOR 100 FOLLOWERS?? i didn’t expect my blog would reach that much so TYTY.

Hawks sighed heavily, leaning back in his office desk chair, elbows propping on the armrests. He rubbed his tired eyes, tilting his head back, attempting to avoid eye contact with the stack of paperwork that lay out before him.

Every muscle in his body ached with exhaustion. It felt like he had been sitting in this same spot for days, poring over reports and documents in an endless cycle of busy work. As the number-two hero, the public demanded nothing but his very best. They expected him to always be alert and swift in responding to any crisis, dealing with volatile situations and dangerous villains with calm precision. 

But they didn't see this part. They didn't witness the countless late nights spent filling out forms, compiling statistics, and attending meetings after meetings. No cameras captured the headaches induced by mind-numbing bureaucracy or the frustration of dealing with petty politics. This was the hidden cost of his elevated rank—an incessant paper-pushing grindstone that wore him down more than any actual fight ever could. 

 

Slowly dragging his hands down his face, Hawks sighed again as the aches and knots of tension complained loudly in his neck and shoulders. For a brief moment, he considered using his feathers to shred just a few stray documents, to do less work. 

He stretched his arms over his head and rolled his tense muscles, his wings fluttering restlessly behind him. All he wanted at that moment was to forget. To spread his wings and fly through open skies, feeling the wind ruffle through his feathers as he left his troubles far below.

 

Tilting his chair back as far as it would go, he gave a long-suffering look at the piles of work that towered precariously around him, silently pleading with it all to spontaneously catch fire or simply vanish into thin air. With a resigned sigh, Hawks dropped all four chair legs back to the floor and reluctantly pulled the topmost file towards him once more, bracing himself for another grind of the ever-turning wheel.

Hawks rubbed his tired eyes once more, feeling his motivation drain away with each mundane paragraph he read. At this rate, he'd be here all night and well into the morning. With a groan, he tossed the file back onto the pile, temporarily defeated. Maybe a quick break was what he needed to recharge his focus. 

 

Pushing away from his desk, Hawks stood and stretched out his cramped body to its full height, his wings unfolding to their full span. A midnight flight around the city was just what he needed. The cool night air and darkened streets would do wonders for clearing his cluttered mind. 

Stepping out onto his office balcony, Hawks took a few steps back, then launched himself into the sky with his wings. He flew high, circling up towards the crowning heights of the skyscrapers that shone below. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep breath of the fresher air, feeling tensions beginning to melt away already. 

 

As he glided back down towards street level, Hawks scanned the sidewalks lazily while lost in thought. He was mulling over the options when movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. 

Your shadow slipped between alleyways, scanning for any civilians in the area. Suddenly flashes of red nearing a rooftop drew your eye—a familiar winged silhouette.

Going on a nearby rooftop, you spotted Hawks looking down, trying to find who or what he saw. 

You and Hawks used to know each other pretty well in your teen years when you dreamed of being a great hero. So when you were selected by  the Commission to become one, you were ecstatic. But from day one, Keigo Takami made things... complicated.

You two went way back to your training days, though you mostly kept your head down back then. Once in the pro scene though, Takami always found ways to rile you up during sessions, whether with sly taunts or risky stunts that pushed protocol to the limit. 

Part of you wanted to throttle that arrogant asshole, but another part couldn't deny the thrill he made you feel. 

Late nights spent training turned into more..private scenarios. For a time, it was nice to find solace in each other. But then came the ruling—you'd been deemed "not hero material" after one mistake, ruining your future. That's when Takami tried to connect with you again, but the hero commission wouldn't even allow him to be close to you to not damage the reputation he already made with the public. 

"You're up rather late for a hero," you whispered directly into his ear, barely suppressing a chuckle at his startled flinch. Golden eyes met yours warily, yet he made no move to escape our intimate embrace. 

"I'm off duty," was his measured reply. "And you?" Smoke clung thick to the memories in his eyes. 

Your fingers, carefully gloved, traced the proud arch of his wings, feeling tension bleed away slowly. "Care for some company, Keigo?"

He held your gaze steadily, considering. At last he nodded, extending a hand. “Not that I can shake you off anyway,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You sat together on the secluded rooftop, settling close against one another. As you caught up, you both couldn't help but feel deprived of each other's touch; it had been far too long since you'd seen one another face to face. Sure, he'd heard about you through others in the commission, but being here together was different somehow. 

When your voices at last fell silent, a gentle touch turned your chin to meet Hawks' searching eyes. "Y/N…" he murmured, leaning in so your faces were mere inches apart. One of his wings stretched out to block any view from the street below, enveloping you both in its feathery embrace. 

Hawks closed the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft yet insistent kiss.

One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, as the other wrapped around your waist to draw you flush against his body. You felt even better than he remembered. 

 

When your lips parted under him, Hawks held back a groan as he rested his forehead against yours as you both panted for air. Wisps of steam rose between the two of you in the chill night. 

If he tasted you fully, it would undo his last shred of willpower.

“You're going to be the end of me.." Hawks murmured thickly. Already, he ached to have more, but taking you here against the railing would be too brazen, even for his recklessness. 

"Then take me somewhere more...private then," you shot back in a sinful whisper. 

With a sly smile, Hawks swept you into his arms in a bridal carry, wings already prepared for launch. "Hold on tight.”

 

Hawks kicked off from the roof of the building and took flight, relishing your tight grip around his shoulders. The thrill of having you in his arms sent adrenaline surging through his veins. 

He landed lightly on the balcony of his high-rise apartment, still holding you securely against his chest. Your masked face was turned up to meet his gaze.

"I.. I really missed you," Hawks murmured, pressing you back against the wall with his body. He caged you in with outspread wings, feathers gently ghosting your skin. 

 

"Me too.." you replied. Your hands came up to roam his body just as eagerly.

Hawks captured your lips in a searing kiss, conveying all his pent-up needs and desires without restraint. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet he'd never felt more alive. 

 

Kicking open the balcony doors, he swept you inside and laid you down on his plush sofa. His hands worked busily to remove your mask, wanting nothing between you and him; clothing fell piece by piece until nothing was left. 

 

"Say you want this," Hawks pleaded roughly, desperate for your answer. 

Your intoxicating laughter rang out as you pulled him against your body. "I want all of you, Keigo." 

Hawks' hands roamed your body eagerly, relearning every curve as his lips traveled along your jawline. You sighed contentedly, arching into his touch while undoing the fastenings of his hero costume with practiced expertise. 

 

Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way down the delicate column of your throat. Hawks lingered there to suckle your rapid pulse, eliciting breathy moans. His name falling from your lips in such a manner sent fresh spikes of arousal through him.

 

As you lay bare under him, Hawks paused to simply take in the sublime vision of your naked form, illuminated by the moonlight. "You're so..beautiful," he whispered in awe, tracing idle patterns upon your sensitized flesh.

 

Your hands delved into the downy feathers at his wings' bases, eliciting a guttural groan. The way you caressed his most sensitive areas, teasing but not quite enough, tested Hawks' faltering control. He nipped lightly at the swell of your breast in retaliation.

Tracing a tortuous path down your torso with wet kisses and love bites, Hawks' fingers dipped between your thighs. He chuckled at discovering your slick arousal, already swollen and desperate for friction. Slowly, he circled your clit, gathering your arousal onto his fingers.

 

"Please..." you begged wantonly, bucking your hips to chase more contact. But Hawks would loathe to grant your unspoken request so easily. He continued his maddening ministrations, coaxing you higher and higher with expert precision. Only when your keening cries bordered on anguish did he finally decide to sink two fingers deep inside.

 

The powerful rhythm he set drove you swiftly towards the peak. Hawks swallowed your hoarse screams of completion, savoring your intimate essence on his tongue.

"I've missed this..," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

 

Then his tongue delved into your slick arousal with deft, practiced strokes. Your responsive sighs and the way you grabbed Takami's hair only spurred him onward in his devotions. 

 

He alternated between broad, flat licks and focused flicks directly over your clit. When Keigo very lightly grazed his teeth along your folds, you keened and bucked again into his ministrations wildly. He hummed his approval, sending vibrations through your core.

 

It did not take long for you to climb once more towards the precipice, unraveling beautifully beneath his skilled mouth. Hawks drank deeply from your release, prolonging each aftershock with slow caresses of his tongue. Only when your quivering stopped did he withdraw, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he cleaned his glistening chin. 

 

As he swirled his tongue around his lips, savoring the last hints of you, you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Your chest still heaved in languid aftershocks of pleasure, your limbs boneless and slack upon the plush cushions.

"Come here," you beckoned hoarsely, crooking a finger. Your body cried out to be filled after such thorough worship, muscles reflexively clenching around nothing inside. 

 

Hawks obeyed without hesitation, crawling up to drape himself over your welcoming form once more. You gripped his shoulders firmly, flipping your positions with a playful show of wiry strength, and smiled down at him wickedly. 

 

Grasping his aching length and rubbing the tip of his cock had him seeing stars. Hawks groaned unabashedly.

Slowly, you let him inside, savoring each velvet glide. Hawks bucked helplessly, claws scrabbling for purchase against the cushions as your sensual walls milked his length.

 

The pleasure you drew from Hawks was exquisite torture. Each roll of your hips sent fresh shockwaves through his twitching member, shattering his composure. He was reduced to begging, his nails scratched weakly at your thighs as you rode him to the brink. 

 

"Please...I need to come," Hawks gasped, moving his hips upward in frantic little thrusts. His cock throbbed painfully with the desperate need for release. 

You smiled down at him cruelly. "Beg for it." Your lips formed the words deliciously slowly, knowing their effect.

Hawks keened, wings fluttering uselessly. "Please let me cum p-please I wanna cum, I need..to please..” 

 

Suddenly, you bore down on him, grinding your pelvis against his in brutal circles. The new angle sent Hawks reaching his high with a raw cry. 

 

You quickly let him pull out as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of seed spilled forth, splattering his taut stomach in pearly ribbons. Hawks shuddered through wave after wave; your continued help milking every last drop from him. 

Breathless and spent, he could only lay pliantly as you leaned down to collect his essence on your fingers. Your wicked tongue flicked out to taste, making Hawks twitch anew in oversensitivity.

 

You smiled softly, your expression gentling as you gazed upon Hawks' flushed, panting form. His chest still heaved mightily in the aftermath of his climax.

 

Reverently, you traced light patterns on his ribs and pecs with delicate fingers, soothing away any last tremors. Hawks hummed appreciatively at your tender touch, grasping one of your hands to press a lingering kiss to the palm. 

 

"Come here, Birdie," you murmured, beckoning him into your open embrace. Hawks complied readily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a contented sigh. Your legs tangled together comfortably as his wings folded around you both like a feathery blanket.

No threats of capture or duty rules could penetrate the sanctity of that moment. There, held securely within your arms, Hawks felt at once protected yet free—freed from the shackles of self-doubt and expectation. He belonged, body and soul, to one who accepted him fully without judgment or demand.

 

Drowsiness began to take hold as your rhythmic caresses through soft-down lulled Hawks towards slumber. "Stay?" he mumbled into your skin, his voice blurred by oncoming sleep yet filled with gentle hope. 

You kissed his forehead, followed by a whisper, "I’ll stay, promise." was the sweetest assurance Hawks could wish for.

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[lizzy06]

Takami Keigo(Hawks) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

lay low (take it slow) ✨by @andypantsx3/andypantsx3(college student! reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut) What even was the right google search for this situation? How do I sew someone back together without passing out? How do I not barf on the pro hero I’m stitching up? Or, Hawks’ game of double agent lands him in the shaky hands of one (1) very unequipped English major.[COMPLETED]

Falling for You ✨by @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Every year, on your birthdays, you two will switch quirks.[COMPLETED]

Golden ✨by @meganshinsou-tm (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) When you touch yoursoulmate for the first time a thin gold line with be etched around your wrists.

Soul Chicken by @hitsuackerman (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist and while Hawks has an absolutely unhelpful phrase written on them, y/n has something….unique.

Bird Hunting | Pt.2:Bird's Nest✨ by @a-n-conrad (oneshot, soulmate au)In a world where your soulmate was found through a symbol appearing on your left forearm, hinting at the quirk of your soulmate, you had to admit that you were lucky. You already knew who your soulmate was. The only issue was that there was really no way for you, an ordinary person, to get anywhere near the number 2 hero.

Petals and Feather✨ by @a-n-conrad(oneshot, hanahaki au, angst with happy ending) You’ve finally gotten a job as a sidekick after graduating from UA about a year before. But after working with Hawks for a few months it starts to get a bit hard to breathe. How are you supposed to fix a case of Hanahaki disease when you happened to fall in love with the most emotionally unavailable hero alive? [COMPLETED]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 4: Save Your Soul by @writing-freak (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)part of soulmate au week; everyone has colorful marks on their skin where their soulmate touches them for the first time. you’re determined to hide your soulmarks: a pair of hands on your waist.[COMPLETED]

“you really have got nothing to do on a friday night”  by @bakugohoex (oneshot, fluff)in which your friend keigo invites you to a pro hero event as his plus one, the event leads to a lot more than you expected.[COMPLETED]

Little Moments by @bnhascribbles (oneshot, fluff)Just Hawk's early morning visit.[COMPLETED]

lavender latte✨ by luxdeoro (coffee shop au, fluff, mutual pinning)You serve Hawks a lavender, oat milk latte. Not only is he hooked on your drinks, but he's hooked on you as well.[ONGOING]

a spoonful of sugar✨✨ by Mossful (fluff, angst) In which the Reader bakes and Hawks eats.[COMPLETED]

Pocket Full of Feathers✨ by forthesanityof1 (fluff, humor) You are an investigative journalist starting at a new agency. A chance meeting brings you and Hawks together and starts some odd behaviors on his part. You dismiss it, but end up meeting the hero again and again over time. Slowly, you start to realize things are occurring both within and outside of your control.[COMPLETED]

(Quirk)y Days✨✨ by wotefokizbrunch(fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) In a world where 80% of the population has some wacky power, it is expected for strange shit to happen on accident, or even on purpose, like that one time a villain hit Hawks with a deaging quirk; he left that morning for work his grown ass self and then you had to pick his 5-year-old-self up from the agency.[COMPLETED]

and i've gotta crow ✨by dashielldeveron(enemies to lovers, ) “We’re engaged to be married.” No, you are not. After an accident that was that bastard Hawks’s fault, you decide to play along with your diagnosis of amnesia, among other things, because how far can you make your former bully bend over backwards for you?[COMPLETED]

Color Blind✨ by HeroAssociation(soulmate au, fluff, angst with happy ending) Takami Keigo, otherwise known as the Winged Hero Hawks, had one such mark. He never expected, nor looked for, the person that would change it. Then he found you by accident.[COMPLETED]

The Harpy by romanceisdeadbutimnot(enemies to lovers, fantasy au, fluff) Desperate for adventure you volunteer to check the monster traps protecting your small village. To your surprise you catch a wounded half bird half man, and decide to nurse him back to health.[COMPLETED]

What's Got Your Feathers In A Bunch? by darkenedniqhts(oneshot, fluff, humor)When Hawks saves you from a villain attack, you hit it off surprisingly well, considering the circumstances. Everything is going great, until he meets your roommate.[COMPLETED]

Compelling/tumblr by @bnhascribbles/ ScatteredScribbles(oneshot, hurt/comfort) Hey listen, I’ve got a lot of baggage when it comes to my quirk. Could you repeat the word “yes” if you’re here of your own free will? Oh, and since you’ll probably say that either way and since I’m an emotionally compromised freak, just know that I’ll never actually feel secure in our relationship. This’ll definitely be a recurring thing, and it’s probably gonna be the reason why we end terribly.[COMPLETED]

 Blush by @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Headlines✨ by @bnhascribbles(oneshot, fluff) Holding up the newspaper in plain view, you take steady, ominous steps towards his desk. “Any last words, birdbrain?”[COMPLETED]

Stuck In An Elavator With You by @yeahimaloser (oneshot, fluff)he hadn’t really dated anyone before (not seriously anyway), so when he began to develop feelings for a certain someone, he was surprised, to say the least.[COMPLETED]

The Sky is Everywhere by @dira333/Fogfire(oneshot, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending)Post-Break up is before the Break up…[COMPLETED]

Sometime Around Midnight✨ by 0weCrew(friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending) All you wanted to do was enjoy a quiet night looking up at the stars. But fate decided to mess with you instead, and Japan's favorite birdbrain crashed your pity party of one by scaring you shitless.[COMPLETED]

Preening✨ by royalwilds(oneshot, fluff)Hawks loves your hair, playing with it, brushing it, washing it. you realize that it comes from another instinctual nature of his. You try to figure out how to return the gesture.[COMPLETED]

Babybird by Pomenocti(oneshot, fluff)Just Hawks being a dad.[COMPLETED]

Crash✨ by ivan_glee(oneshot, fluff)In which Reader is sunbathing and gets an unexpected visit from the No. 2 hero.[COMPLETED]

A Lungful of Smoke✨ by UnluckyAmulet(oneshot, fluff) As if nearly dying today wasn't bad enough…now you have a crush, too. Damn it.[COMPLETED]

Little Bird by alaskasmonsters(oneshot, fluff) Hawks wasn’t just the charming number two pro-hero the world knew him as. No, he had other sides to him, sides only you, his roommate, had the privilege to uncover. Especially his more birdlike quirks. Like how much he relaxed when people took care of his wings…[COMPLETED]

crawl home to me✨ by Hawnks (supermintfluff)(oneshot, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort) What is a hero besides determination and hunger? What is a lover if not a resting place?[COMPLETED]

Shiny Things by royalwilds(oneshot, fluff) Hawks has more bird-like tendencies than you initially thought. He likes to present you with odd items as gifts and finally you figure out why.[COMPLETED]

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery by galatiq(oneshot, fluff, humor. coffee shop au) When you put a coffee shop and a nasty storm together, apparently you get Big Bird from Sesame Street crashing into your window. [COMPLETED]

Flowers, Wings, Smirks and Quirks (Ingredients for Love) by ENDisI (oneshot, angst with happy ending, hanahaki disease au) Why was it when you joked about Hanahaki not being real, fate just slaps you awake and tells you "Oh, it's true. You didn't know?" [COMPLETED]

i am your salvation✨ by luxdeoro(oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort) Keigo loses his wings and most of himself, and you're around to try and pick up the pieces.[COMPLETED]

Balcony by RyeTarts(friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut<18+>) After saving you from an office building fire, Hawks thinks that your paths were no longer intertwined. Oh how wrong he would be.[COMPLETED]

Birds Of A Feather by CheerieCherrie(fluff, explicit skippable chp.6) You move to Japan for a change of pace in your hectic life. It doesn't happen, thanks to one chaotic bird man.[COMPLETED]

[takami-takami]

Like Animals.

kinktober day 4: sex pollen.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut

warnings— afab!reader. dubcon (sex pollen/heats, but both have been pining like idiots). breeding if you squint.

keigo's beloved crush sidekick gets hit with the unluckiest quirk possible. he quickly discovers his rut suppressants ain't shit.

Through all the horrors and adverse life events Keigo has endured in this line of work— brutal near-assassinations, negotiations with international crime syndicates, purchasing sugar-free canned coffee with Splenda substitute by mistake before his morning shift— he has always been able to find a silver lining in the darkest of moments. 

Which makes it infinitely more concerning that for the first time in his life, he nearly whines through his teeth the words, "why me?" 

A palm drags once down his face, thumb and index finger pulling down his darkened eye bags. His hand collects the beads of sweat and stops to rest over his mouth. 

He supposes this must be his penance for taking a risk and trusting faulty intel. 

Keigo's informant told him the villain he and his darling sidekick were meeting would have a limited-ranged fire quirk, so the diligent hero stuffed ointment and cold packs in his pockets before leaving just in case. 

If he had known the villain was a plant heteromorph and possessed a heat-inducing mist quirk instead, and that the person he was hopelessly in love with had a bit of a crush on would be caught in the direct line of fire? 

He would have brought a paper bag to hyperventilate into instead. And some prayer beads. The god to which the prayer is delivered doesn't necessarily matter, he thinks. He'd simply pick one and drop to his knees in a bid for mercy.

"I'm taking you to a medic," Keigo puts his foot down for the fourth time this evening. 

"Fuck no," you groan from the couch, shifting to squeeze your thighs together. It offers not even a modicum of relief from the incessant throb. "Do you want my cause of death to be humiliation? Is that your plan, genius? 'S bad enough as it is that you're here." 

The subtext is unspoken, but clear to him through your adorable pout: I only trust you to see me like this.

It's unlucky that the man you've had the most innapropriate-for-work crush on for the better part of two years happened to be the one beside you that day. And it's just your sorry luck, you lament, that Keigo would also be the one to catch you, to fly you home cradled in his painfully capable arms, to refuse to leave your side and insist on making his favorite chicken soup for you in a desperate flail of support. 

He'd respect your decision and leave, should you ask him to. You know that. And yet the humbling truth gnaws at your pride: doing so wouldn't do much to save your image at this point. He’s already seen you like this, you grumble. The proverbial cat has long since escaped the bag, waltzing its way over to rub its purring body against Keigo’s leg to your abject horror.

If you close your eyes, you can attempt to trick your brain into thinking this affliction is a flu of some kind. 

Yes, this is just some common cold. You're wearing nothing but your work partner's shirt (your clothes were contaminated by the quirk's dust, Keigo explained, speaking in that strict work mode voice that makes you picture your mouth stuffed and drooling somewhere beneath his desk and between his spread legs). You pull the damned fabric down over your core as you try your hardest to not writhe in fits of pleasure underneath the blankets, rubbing your thighs together for any friction against your swollen clit.

All symptoms of an affliction of the flu, of course. 

You don't need to reach down and touch to know the slick would string those thighs together, should you attempt to pull them apart. 

Keigo knows that, too. But he doesn't say anything about it. 

You would be mortified if you were aware of the truth. 

That he knows everything.

Keigo knows exactly how you ache; like you're constantly on the precipice of an orgasm, perpetually ablaze from the heavy heat scorching your body from its surface to the boiling core. 

You try to suppress your glee as he spoon feeds you the broth, reminding yourself that this is just what good friends do for each other.

Friends coo praises at each other when they swallow, friends tilt each other's chins up with one finger and mutter things like that’s a good dove and you can take another as they watch their throat bob in tandem. 

Friends shiver from their wingtips down their spine when they pull the spoon back. They let their gaze linger for just a second on those lips that open wide, aching to touch with their own.

Ever the gentleman, Keigo stays lowered to his haunches and places one hand over your forehead to check for a fever, redirecting his focus toward taking inventory of your vitals. He doesn't wince when he hears your moan at the contact, even though the pitiful sound pings at his weak points. His avian instincts remind him he needs to protect you, please you, take care of you; to make it go away, to fix that feeling he knows better than anyone is aching like a bruise between your thighs. 

He doesn't allow his eyes to wander astray or trail their way downwards, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state; but his professional assessment is that if he could only wet his appetite, the flat of his tongue alone could— 

He shakes his head and blows a puff to cool the soup, raising another spoonful to your lips. 

"Here. Another. You need to keep your energy up," he reminds you, voice stern. It's nearly clinical and achieves the opposite of its desired effect.

Your heart rate picks up to thump at a steady, thrumming beat at the innocuous gesture of domesticity. 

How have you never noticed how capable of a mate Keigo would be…? He’s all musculature and sincerity, sharp ridges at his knuckles and soft curves at the small of his waist where he only trusts you to touch.

You huff an involuntary moan. 

He picks another god to praise that the couch you're laying on obscures his lower half. 

Today, Keigo discovers his suppressants are only designed to reduce the chance of a rut being triggered. It brings the possibility of it starting in the first place to a comfortable near-zero, allowing him to carry out the spring and fall seasons as if he were entirely quirkless.

But if that rut passes through the blockers' biochemistry in, say, the event Keigo's luck rears its ugly head, for example… It does fuck all to reduce the actual symptoms. 

More importantly than his own anguish, however, is this: his mate work partner got hurt because of him— hurt being a stretch, he'd know if he weren't overthinking so much, given the blissed out panting just two feet away from him; but you’re probably suffering and it's all his fault. It’s all because of an unlucky, once in a lifetime slip up from Keigo Takami himself, and he can't detangle himself from the guilt.

If drowning in the unexpected whirlpool that is his first rut in half a decade is his penance for the crime, then Keigo will hang his head and take it.

The huff he lets out is your last straw.

"I'm going to my room," you state, moving to leave like you left the stove on and are trying to avoid an upcoming house fire.

When his hand darts out to stop you, the touch against your shoulder sends shockwaves down your stomach.

He's touching you. He's taking such good care of you, feeding you, providing for you in his nest and now he's touching you?

It sends your hormones into overdrive. 

You'd do well to conceal it, if his heightened instincts couldn't smell your desperation. 

"I'm afraid it ain't that easy, dove," Keigo warns, eye contact averted. "I'd avoid doing that, if I were you." 

He schools his expression, but not before you catch a flash of something hungry. 

There's no chance in hell he's letting you out of his sight. Not like this. You're confined to the couch while he keeps an eye on you. Attempting to fix it yourself will only make the feeling unfathomably worse, something he tries to communicate to you with a look that only ends up making him look like a kicked puppy.

You squint right back when you process the implication of his words, eyes raking down his form in suspicion. 

"How do you know all this, anyway," you ask.

Keigo goes silent, hand concealing his mouth. 

Ah, it hits you. 

Bird things.

Your head falls back against one of the numerous pillows your partner propped up behind you.

"The couch is soft," you murmur, situating yourself against the cushions and throw blankets he so carefully arranged. You trail your fingertips along a silk pillow. Keigo slams his eyes shut.

"Please don't say it like that." 

"Why not?" Your lids droop, heat overtaking your better judgement. Tentatively, you play along the bounds. You allow your hands to run along the soft divots of the blanket covering your body, squeezing your chest and pinching the peaks. "It's like a little nest, isn't it?" 

His hand drags down his face before pinching his nose bridge, suppressing a whine. "Baby, please—" 

"You don't wanna join me?"

"You don't know what you're talking about. It's just the heat," Keigo tells himself more than you. "For the love of God, dove, stop talking—"

"But it hurts, Kei'." It’s a low blow, judging by the protective coo that escapes his lips. 

Fed up, he leans forward and swings his right leg over your hip, crawling atop you as if his body has a mind of its own, utterly bogged by desire and yanked like puppet strings.

With Keigo kneeling tall above you, the bodysuit of his hero costume hides absolutely nothing. The musculature is quite impressive, actually. Proof of his viability as a mate— all dominant and masculine and gorgeous.

And at this angle, you can see the most painful erection straining against his pants. 

"I need you, Kei'. I need— mmph!" 

A palm silences you; slapped down, hot, imposing, and heavy like a weight against your mouth. 

The authority of the action makes your cunt clench; and Keigo would die before he lets that feeling go to waste, so his hips drop down to grind once against it. 

Your eyes go wide, doughy and stunned, darting down in haste, following the trail of his thick bicep up toward the disciplinary scowl on his face. 

His nostrils flare with the heaving in his chest, eyes screwed shut with his last slivers of patience holding its grip on his psyche.

"One more word," he says, pulling his hand away. "One more word and I'm ripping this blanket off and fucking you raw." 

After a moment of silence, you speak.

"Please." 

Keigo is wordless when he unbuckles his belt and lets it— and his inhibitions— drop with a satisfying clink.

The reality of what you've gotten yourself into comes crashing down as it hits you how utterly fucked you are. The scaffolding of years of sexual tension comes crumbling down like bricks to rubble, a city of restraint reduced to pure, animalistic desire. 

Years of Keigo's eyes darting away when you nonchalantly change into your uniform in front of him, even though he never seemed bothered by any of his other peers doing the same; years of you both curling in on yourselves at the furthest edges of the bed you had to share, cramped close in those under-the-radar motels on stealth missions; years of the words "idiot, can I kiss you," held back by your lips as you watch Keigo moan when he sinks his teeth into his comfort restaurant's chicken teriyaki every stupid Friday night, sitting cross-legged and at home on the carpet of your apartment floor. 

Not a single word is exchanged as he pulls his cock free from its confines, nearly too thick for his fingers to meet when they wrap around it. He tosses the blanket to the side with haste, dragging your shirt (his shirt) up to your collar, exposing your chest when he lines his cock with your entrance. 

"Please, Kei'," you sniffle. "Hurts." 

"Oh, I know, baby... I know." His lips are pursed when he shushes you, tracing your cheek with his palm. "I'll make it go away."

When your lips meet, it's like static electricity; and it's entirely remorseless.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans against your mouth, dragging his length along your sticky thighs before plopping the thick of it atop your soaked cunt. 

"You're so wet for me," he reveres in awe, dragging the plump tip through your mess to get it slick enough to rub against your clit. 

Your rutting hips buck with impatience in an attempt to glide his length against your swollen pussy, but that only serves to fuel his desire; and those desperate little whines only feed into his insatiable need to fuck, to breed you until you're silent. 

Until you shut the fuck up. 

Those pathetic little sounds are music to his ears, a siren's song that used to play only in his most shameful fantasies; the ones that kept his fist tight around his cock the moment he returned home after missions, the sight of you panting and spitting blood after battle with a smile on your face still fresh in his memory. 

Keigo wants to hear you moan. 

But his rut needs to fuck you wordless with satisfaction. 

"Oh, fuck," he hitches, shifting his hips back and forth to the tune of the audible shlicks below. Unable to stay upright any longer, his chest falls flush into yours in a rut-afflicted haze, rutting against you like animals. 

When he slips his cock inside, it's with a kiss to muffle his voice.

And he wastes no time setting a punishing pace, aided nicely by the slickness that coats the sides of his cock. The legs of the couch surely must be scraping indents into the floorboards, judging by the creaks that mingle with the sounds of his belt buckle at every thrust. You'd notice if either of you were lucid enough to care. 

It's a brief consideration of a possibility of an afterthought, like a sheepish voice behind a roaring crowd. 

Pulling out, that is. 

Yeah, if he were a stronger man, he could probably will his hips to stall. There's a chance someone far stronger than him would hiss when he does it. His cock would weep in denial of that sweet, velvet entanglement, dripping out in the cold when he fists himself to completion mere inches away from what might as well be the center of his goddamn universe.

But when it comes to you, when it comes to his rut, Keigo is not a strong man.

He allows his cock to throb in the vice of your cunt, instead.

"God, baby," he moans into your neck, wings flapping once, twice with each thrust, shedding a few feathers before straightening out and grazing the ceiling behind his back. "Baby. Oh, baby. You're so tight. You're so— fuck!"

He's babbling, but so are you. Legs hooked across the small of his back, you bump your hips as best you can to aid in his efforts; and with your last shreds of lucidity, you decide for the both of you how things will end. 

With watery lashes, you open your eyes enough to blink away some tears and clear your vision just enough. Your gaze crawls up his legs that are still clothed to the thighs, peeking over the curvature of his ass and up his shuddering spine— all to mark onto your scarlet red prize.

When you entangle your fingers into the downy feathers at the base of his wings, it shoots straight to his cock and he spills.

With eyes wide open and a strangled choke at the back of his throat, Keigo's hips stutter when he empties himself. With every throb comes another rope from the tip, sticky and excessive from the rut, mixing with your wetness as you crash over the edge soon after.

When the ringing in your ears ceases and you finally come to, it's to the sight of your now probably-more-than-a-work-partner pulling out and staring between your legs as if under a trance, eyes glimmering.

"Kei', you okay?"

"Uh huh," he answers absentmindedly, utterly transfixed on the mess he made. 

It's strange, he thinks. Whatever urges his rut transcribed into cravings, every instinct that tugged at the avian etched in his DNA and called him to fill you pales in comparison to the satisfaction of having indulged himself at last.

His eyes flick back to meet yours.

"Does this mean I can kiss you at work now?" 

You snort. So that's where his mind goes in the end.

"It means a whole lot more than that," you say, rolling you both over so he lands square on his back.