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Takami Keigo(Hawks) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)
My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist
lay low (take it slow) âšby @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 Iâm stitching up? Or, Hawksâ game of double agent lands him in the shaky hands of one (1) very unequipped English major.[COMPLETED]
Falling for You âšby @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Every year, on your birthdays, you two will switch quirks.[COMPLETED]
Golden âšby @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 somethingâŠ.unique.
Bird Hunting | Pt.2:Bird's Nestâš 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 Featherâš by @a-n-conrad(oneshot, hanahaki au, angst with happy ending) Youâve 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. youâre determined to hide your soulmarks: a pair of hands on your waist.[COMPLETED]
âyou really have got nothing to do on a friday nightâ 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 latteâšÂ 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 sugarâšâšÂ by Mossful (fluff, angst) In which the Reader bakes and Hawks eats.[COMPLETED]
Pocket Full of FeathersâšÂ 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 DaysâšâšÂ 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 âšby dashielldeveron(enemies to lovers, ) âWeâre engaged to be married.â No, you are not. After an accident that was that bastard Hawksâs 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 BlindâšÂ 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/Â ScatteredScribbles(oneshot, hurt/comfort) Hey listen, Iâve got a lot of baggage when it comes to my quirk. Could you repeat the word âyesâ if youâre here of your own free will? Oh, and since youâll probably say that either way and since Iâm an emotionally compromised freak, just know that Iâll never actually feel secure in our relationship. Thisâll definitely be a recurring thing, and itâs probably gonna be the reason why we end terribly.[COMPLETED]
 Blush by @flannel-cladpika (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]
Headlinesâš by @bnhascribbles(oneshot, fluff) Holding up the newspaper in plain view, you take steady, ominous steps towards his desk. âAny last words, birdbrain?â[COMPLETED]
Stuck In An Elavator With You by @yeahimaloser (oneshot, fluff)he hadnât 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 upâŠ[COMPLETED]
Sometime Around MidnightâšÂ 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]
PreeningâšÂ 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]
CrashâšÂ by ivan_glee(oneshot, fluff)In which Reader is sunbathing and gets an unexpected visit from the No. 2 hero.[COMPLETED]
A Lungful of SmokeâšÂ by UnluckyAmulet(oneshot, fluff) As if nearly dying today wasn't bad enoughâŠnow you have a crush, too. Damn it.[COMPLETED]
Little Bird by alaskasmonsters(oneshot, fluff) Hawks wasnât 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 wingsâŠ[COMPLETED]
crawl home to meâšÂ 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 salvationâšÂ 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]
you groan into the pillow you have your face smushed into. you know youâll have indents on your cheeks from how hard youâre holding it, but itâs either that or gorey jump scares.
âyes, touya, iâm fucking scared.â
you hear his chuckle from the other side of the couch and fight the urge to smack him with the pillow. if only it wasnât the one thing protecting you right now.
âaw,â he coos, dripping in condescension, âpoor baby. câmereâiâll save you.â
your snort is muffled by the fabric, but you scoot across the couch toward his voice anyway. in a rather impressive display of coordination, you manage to drag yourself up to settle on his chestâall without losing your blinder.
âthere ya go,â touya murmurs, plucking the pillow from your hands. you squawk, reaching to grab it back before the next scene.
âwhy are you like this? give me itââ
youâre cut off by sudden darkness. you blink, and as your eyes adjust, you see much more of your boyfriendâs skin than you had just a second ago.
âtouya.â
âyeah, babe.â
âi am in your shirt.â
you feel the laugh rumble under your palms. âyeah, you are.â
âwhy am i in your shirt?â
âwould you rather watch the movie?â
ââŠ.good point.â
you donât have to see his face to know the grin is there when he pats your head through the fabric. you rest your cheek against his sternum, settling in to his warmth. you can concede that it is much better than the pillow, especially when his fingers drag up and down your back, surprisingly soft for the dog thatâs all bite. it nearly puts you to sleep until you feel him startle underneath you. against your ear, his heart kicks, fast and sudden.
ââŠ..are you scared?â
he pokes you square in the forehead through the fabric. âof course not. shut up.â
you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the grin, even if he canât see it. even the roughest dogs are afraid of something.
1.5k (Y'all shouldn't even get fazed atp im mentally ill ofc I'll write like crazy)
content- fluff, sick!gojo, banters, mentions of death (but not in any angsty way), too corny for its own good.
a.n -> this is way too self-indulgent. I just plastered a piece of my daily delusions with satoru in words. hope y'all will enjoy this little piece mwuah. I'm so lovesick for this idiot im not even embarrassed. a ginormous kiss to @stsgluver and @planetnini for proofreading and nini fixing all the little things. she is my second pair of eyes :3
Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer of his age. The man bestowed with Six Eyes and Limitless, literally untouchable with a millimeter of radius separating him from the physicality of the world. The absolute one man army â is currently whining with a wet towel wrapped around his forehead, rolling over the bed with a mere fever.Â
âBaby, I think Iâve reached my end. We gotta prepare for my funeralâ Satoru mumbles groggily, his eyes partly covered with a damp towel.Â
âDonât just say anything, âToru.â you hum, sitting by his side as you massage his head over the towel. He whines with his hands wrapped around your waist, nudging you closer to him.Â
Your boyfriend has always been an overdramatic nuisance in regards to everything ; a little too spoiled for his own good and a concealed face from the world that always yearns to be babied by you. Yet you cave, almost 9 out of 10 times, for how unconditionally lovable he is and manages to be everytime.
As of now â when heâs all theatrical with a cold fever, lips jutted in a small pout. Face scrunched up â which is scrunching a bit moreâŠhis forehead crinkles and nostrils flare-
âANCHEWWWWW-â
His upper body jolts off the bed from the intensity, spraying droplets of sneeze in the air, the towel from his forehead dropping down to his lap. Â
You crinkle your nose momentarily from the two second snot hurricane that he just spewed everywhere but you continue to rub gentle circles on his broad back.Â
His body slumps into the mattress again as you put the towel back on his forehead. Toru shakes his head, âI'm telling you, baby. This is your final moment to write an obituary for meâ how your boyfriend was the strongest as he stood resilient against the invisible sickness, and he stepped into the endless journey to the afterworld with the pretty face, hot body-â
ââToru, do you ever shut up?âÂ
âNo I don't. I thought you knewâ he pouts before sniffling audibly due to the cold.Â
You roll your eyes, exhaling a sigh. Nearly impossible to fight against him, even when he's knocked down in the bed. Rather, you decide to run your hands through his snowy white hairs, all splayed out on the mattress. He basks in the touch of your soft hands, humming gently.Â
âA millions of curses failed to do that and you think a simple virus would? Thatâs pretty underperforming coming from you, donât you think, âToru?â you quip amusedly, earning a little scowl from the man.
âCurses are childâs play for me. Your boyfriend isnât the strongest for no reason.â Satoru grumbles.Â
âYet canât deal with a cold?â
âNow. I canât fight biology, can I?â a hint of indignance in his voice.
You chuckle as you pinch his cheek,âJust playing with you, sicko boy.â you ruffle his hair before idly playing with them again, your fingers threading through the strands like some soft cushion.
The moment stills into the air with comfortable silence except from the little sniffles Satoru is occasionally letting out. You take in the beauty of this quietude.
The room lits with the mellowy rays of the sun â the slanted, golden beams cutting through the white blinds as it bounces off the white walls, leaving a warm brightness around.
The dust particles dance along the reflecting light on one of the corners and little chirps of birds outside melts into the air. Thereâs an endless blue casted on the sky and a remarkable silence veils you that is nothing but homely to revel in.Â
Moments like this are hard to catch like those dusts under the sunlight but living through them feels nothing less than walking into a dream and experiencing every minute humane feelings.Â
Every note of inanimate objects mixed with the soft song of nature makes your heart bloom with gratitude for feeling through them, especially with Satoru ⊠despite how beat up with fever he may look right now.Â
You look at your sleeping boyfriend, his face morphing into an expression of comfort and content. Lips partly open to breath due to his congested nose. His chest heaves from the breaths and one of his arms strew across your lap, keeping the warmth of your body close to him.Â
You marvel at the effortless beauty this man possesses.Â
Even with a nasty cold, loose t-shirt, sniffling nose and disheveled hair, he managed to look like the most beautiful boy in the world.
Your beautiful boy.Â
Trailing your hands down his cheek, you gently cup them in your hands, your thumb runs over the rosy swell of his cheek, moving up to his eyelids. his snowy eyelashes brush against the pads of your thumb while you tenderly caress them.Â
âSo beautifulâŠâ you whisper into the air, looking at his sleeping figure with utmost fondness. Completely in awe with your ability to love him to the point of stretching infinity.Â
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Hearing the two words escape your mouth, Satoru couldnât help but break out of his character. His broad hands wrap around your wrist and he opens eyes with a squint, adjusting to the brightness. A teasing grin breaking out in his face. âHehe, heard you~â his cerulean eyes brightens on seeing you a little flustered.Â
Way to ruin the tranquility of the moment.Â
He pulls your wrist close to his mouth, delicately kissing the inside of your palm, âYou know, itâs not bad. I could definitely use some of that kindness every once in a while.â Satoru hums.Â
âWhat are you talking about? I didnât say anythingâ you feign innocence, not really knowing why you feel the need to deny it.Â
âMmhmm. Sure. I just heard voices in my headâ he hums sardonically, his hands still tangled with yours.Â
âYes. you were dreaming. Fever dreams are pretty common in illnesses.â you counter.
Biting back at Satoruâs remarks was second nature to you, regardless of how lame the topic has to be. As if itâs like the very first time you both have met, setting foot into the relationship with little remarks. The spark that never extinguished in your conversations: of the banters that never goes amiss.
One of the constants in the ever changing wave of your relationship with Satoru. The relief from the turmoil the serious jujutsu world throws at you both.
âanything else, dr.google? the way you are forgetting things you did two seconds back, itâs you who needs to get checked. You were making the most googly eyes at me Iâve ever seenâ you gasp, smacking his chest lightly, pulling away your hand from his grasp.Â
âYouâre gonna pass the sickness to me from your mouth, and for the recordâ I didnât.â you scoff in defiance, clutching your hand away from him.Â
âIs this how you treat a sick person? I am wounded, baby,â mock hurt dripping from his words before he starts laughing. His laughter contagiously induces a chortle from you too.Â
The sound fills the room to the brim as if you guys werenât cross talking just a minute back.Â
âThat is so childish, why hide? Just accept you were being lovesickâ Satoru adds. The laughter dies down a little and heâs back with his armor of words.Â
âYouâre so impossible, âToru. how would you know whether I made googly eyes or not? Your eyes were closed.âÂ
âSo you did make googly eyes, for you to be saying that? Such lame comeback. A bit underperforming. coming from you, donât you think, baby?â he grins, tossing your own words back to you.
You narrow your eyes at him, fighting the urge to bite back your words, knowing the more you will drag it, Satoru will play along.Â
âSometimes I feel the only response is to strangle you. What happened to you feeling sick to the point of death? Isnât it affecting you right now?â you scorn. playfully so.
âTalking to you is the way to my recovery, baby. Your words bring me back from sickness. feel my heartâ itâs so aliveâ Satoru grins like he replied with the most appealing answer ever.Â
He takes your hand, putting it over his chest. The murmurs of his heartbeat right underneath your palm.Â
âWell that was repulsive and corny.â you wrinkle your nose. yet, planting your hands right where he kept it.
the feel of his sturdy chest and soft thuds of heart soothes you. He's insufferable but nothing would have you trade such fleeting moments with him.
âDoesnât matter when Iâm hot.â Satoru mutters, his face inches from yours as his nose nudges the side of your cheek.Â
Heâs not wrong but youâd be damned to accept that right now.
âWe both know whoâs bringing the hotness in this relationship.â you turn around and flick his forehead, getting up from the bed to bring him his medications.Â
âYes, itâs me. I am literally quite hot right nowâ
âWhatever floats your boat, babe", you chuckle. The sound of your laughter ebbing into the hallway as you walk out of the door and Satoru couldnât feel any more healed.Â
a.n.2-> if I'm being dead honest to y'all, I intended to make it angsty as fuck by turning the whole thing as a flashback reader has after gojo died đđ but I will spare myself and others for this time.
comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated
tagging : @stsgluver , @kuroosexuall @shotorus + @satoruhour @hannzai + any of my gojo girlies im amnesiac baby i actually forgot yikes
pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x reader
rating:Â 18+
summary: Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in. When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.
It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything.
tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), migraines, fluff, sick fic w smut
Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in. When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.
It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything.Â
The throbbing started as soon as you got up, the heavy rain against the window and the pressure left an ache in your skull. You tried medicine and a hot shower to soothe the ache, but it only made it feel like it was spreading into further parts of your head. A quick email to your boss and you slinked back into bed with achy knees. From the floor you picked up Keigo's hoodie that you snuggled with every night. It didn't smell like him anymore but the softness of the worn material made you feel content.
You rolled over in bed so the bit of light between the heavy clouds didn't irritate your sore eyes. You wished you had the energy to close the curtains. Your body felt achy, bones felt heavier. You curled up with the hoodie more and exhaled deeply into the fabric. It wasn't long before your body sank into the old mattress and you fell back asleep with the rain being background noise for your slumber.Â
You weren't too sure how long you were asleep when you heard knocking on the glass door that led to your balcony. You rolled over and cracked open your eyes to see Keigo on the other side, concern was marked on his face as he held a plastic bag filled with items.Â
  âKeigo?â You instantly got up and went over to the door. You opened it and he quickly got in. He was drenched to his core as he now looked relieved to see you, âAre you okay?â You asked.Â
He nodded and pulled you in for a kiss, keeping your body away from his wet on as he laid his kiss on you. He spread out his wings and gave a slight flap which caused the water to go everywhere. He blushed, âSorry about that, I hate when they're soaked.âÂ
  âDon't worry.â You replied as you reached out to him and cupped his cheek, âShouldn't you be out patrolling?â
  âToo rainy, dove. Plus you weren't answering my texts so I got worried.â He leaned into your touch and his wings partially spreaded out before coming back closer to his back, âSo why are you still at home and not at work?â
You exhaled and went back to sit on the edge of the bed, âReally bad migraine. It feels like my head is caving in. I decided to stay home.â You laid back in bed, âThis is taking so much out of me.â
Keigo came over and rubbed the back of his hand against your forehead, âWell, as the number two hero I must help every civilian I can! Even the most beautiful.âÂ
You smiled gently, âOh shush.â You closed your eyes to relieve the pain, âBut thank you.âÂ
Keigo leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, âOf course, dove. Anything for my girl.â He smiled at you, âWell I got you some greasy food and snacks from the Seven-Eleven. I cleared the shelves of all the medicine they had and I have a can of ginger ale in my pocket that I'll put in the fridge.â
You chuckled, âGinger Ale, the solver of everything. Thank you, Keigo. I'm glad it's not anything worse. Just stupid rain.â
He gave you another kiss before he pulled away, âWell I guess I'm on dinner duty tonight. But don't worry, dove, I'll make sure everything goes right as rain.â Then beamed at you before he went to the kitchen.Â
You could almost cry from how sweet Keigo, not that he was never this sweet to you. But the above and beyond nature of his actions plus the pain in your body made you a little emotional. You exhaled deeply and laid spread out on the bed, under the blanket as you heard him move about the rest of the apartment.Â
You relaxed deeper into your bed as you let the comfort of it lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You cracked open an eye and looked over to see Keigo. He was approaching you with two plates in hand.Â
  âHey, sleepy head.' He said softly, âI assumed you hadn't eaten yet so I threw all the food onto a plate for you.â He sat on the edge of the bed as you sat up and placed both plates in your lap, âIf you ask nicely I'll even hand feed you, dove.â Then winked at you.Â
You chuckled, âSuch a sweet talker.â You opened your mouth partially, then burst into a loud laughter. For a moment all the pain was gone as you felt flustered by his words, âBut if the great number two hero is offering then I accept it.âÂ
You swore Keigo had little hearts in his eyes as he picked up the take-out chopsticks that came with the food and started to feed you pieces of chicken. You made a small noise with each piece. He started with the fried chicken followed by hand feeding you the two onigiris he got you, then the egg sandwiches then followed it off with feeding you every last chip from a small bag. The carbs made you feel a lot better, it was like the itch had been scratched.Â
You smiled as he wiped your mouth before he placed a kiss on your head, âThat's my girl. I'm happy you got some food for you.â Then leaned further down to kiss you on the lips, getting the taste of grease on his lips.Â
He then moved the plates away and crawled into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and his wings provided a block from the light shining between the clouds. Rain continued to hit the windows as he visibly relaxed next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you.Â
It was so tender, Keigo was just the best. Being with him felt like a dream so it wasn't hard that you fell back asleep. But thanks to the light being blocked out by Keigo's wings and the medicine finally kicking in, when you woke up closer to the evening, the pain had dissipated.Â
You yawned loudly and rolled back onto your back. The first thing you became aware of was that Keigo was staring at you. His wings flapped a little at the sight of you. From the haziness of his eyes, you could tell he had just woken up from a nap as well.Â
  âHey, dove.â
  âHi, Keigo.â
He leaned in for a gentle kiss and you felt your heart flutter as his lips pressed against yours. You got closer to him and the kiss deepened for a moment. When he pulled away he looked at you with a glint in his eye, âSomeone is happy to see me.âÂ
Your smile was large as you looked at him, âI'm always happy to see you.â You kissed him again.Â
He smiled back at you once he broke the kiss and said, âI'm guessing your migraine is gone too.â He pulled you in as close as he could get you and pressed his forehead up against yours.Â
  âI feel a lot better now, thank you. You're my hero.âÂ
He flexed his arm and grinned at you, âWell I'm not the number two pro hero for nothing.â Then developed into laughter as you pulled him for a kiss that soon became hot and heavy.Â
He climbed on top of you and fluttered his wings as he deepened the kiss. His hands on your face as he passionately made out with you. It was very hot, your felt heat rush to your cheeks. You felt like a new woman with the migraine gone!
He started to kiss down your body over your clothes, his heart raced in his chest as he got to your sweatpants. He licked his lips in lust and then looked up at you. He smiled broadly, âMay I?â
You combed your fingers through his blond hair and relaxed against the best with your chin pointed towards the ceiling, âI'll never say no to that tongue of yours.â You smiled to yourself as you felt Keigo start to pull down the sweatpants down your ass, which exposed your sweet pussy to him.
He chuckled and kissed your inner thigh as he looked up at you, âWell of course.â He beamed, âI could never get tired of you either.â Before his wings flapped once more before he started to go down on you. Your hands gripped onto his head tighter as he began to pleasure you.Â
  âThat's it, Keigo.â You moaned, âThat feels so good.âÂ
You moaned once more as you felt your cheeks grow warmer as he licked at your sweet sex. Your toes curled as you felt the rush of pleasure thanks to Keigo's tongue. He smiled to himself before he kissed your pussy lips and went back to lapping at your clit. The sensation made you moan louder as you felt the sense of pleasure race up your spine. The euphoric feeling of his tongue against you.Â
He loved making you feel good, it was a purpose of his to make you feel good. To make that back arch, those moans loud, everything. He wanted to make you feel so euphoric and deep in pleasure.Â
You held on tightly as his tongue swirled around your sex, you tried to roll your hips to get more pleasure out of him but he stopped you with his hands and started to really put his back into it. He kept your legs open with his hands and he worked your pussy until you were seeing stars.
Your noises made his heart race as he moved his tongue. The air in the room got heavier as moans filled it. Keiog was in deep, even his nose was buried in your pussy as you held onto him. Pleasure began to feel overwhelming as you felt your heart race. Long gone was the migraine and all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that Keigo was giving you.Â
Keigo moaned a little as he rubbed himself up against the mattress to relieve part of his hard-on. He too was feeling the spark between you two. He breathed deeply onto your pussy as he played with your clit with his thumb in an effort to bring you to climax.
  âThat's it, that's it, dove.â He panted as he gazed lovingly at your soaked pussy. His fingers continued to work your pussy along with his tongue. It wasn't long before your noises became louder as you neared climax.Â
  âPlease, Keigo.â You moaned, âOh please.â Your breathing was practically panting as the swell of pleasure bloomed in your stomach. Your legs tensed up as you felt the climax hit its peak and you gripped onto your boyfriend's head as tightly as possible and with one last lap of your sex from him, you came on his mouth. Your eyes rolled back from the sheer force of the pleasure. Your moan almost got stuck in your throat as you came.Â
As you started to come down, Keigo pulled his mouth away from you and wiped it with the back of his hand. He smiled down at you with flushed cheeks. His cock hard in his pants. His smile turned into a groan as he watched you start to come back to your senses. He was proud of himself for what he did to you, he made you feel so good.Â
He reached to you and cupped your face before he went in for a soft kiss on the lips, âNow.â He said as he pulled away, âWhat can we do about this?âÂ
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pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x reader
rating:Â 18+
summary: Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in. When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.
It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything.
tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), migraines, fluff, sick fic w smut
Keigo was home, he was the safe place you stored all your love in. When he came home battered and bruised after fighting the villain of the week you took care of him. When he needed his wings brushed, you helped him. You never asked for anything in return because the number two hero needed help once in a while.
It was why when you woke up with a throbbing headache, you didn't call him for anything.Â
The throbbing started as soon as you got up, the heavy rain against the window and the pressure left an ache in your skull. You tried medicine and a hot shower to soothe the ache, but it only made it feel like it was spreading into further parts of your head. A quick email to your boss and you slinked back into bed with achy knees. From the floor you picked up Keigo's hoodie that you snuggled with every night. It didn't smell like him anymore but the softness of the worn material made you feel content.
You rolled over in bed so the bit of light between the heavy clouds didn't irritate your sore eyes. You wished you had the energy to close the curtains. Your body felt achy, bones felt heavier. You curled up with the hoodie more and exhaled deeply into the fabric. It wasn't long before your body sank into the old mattress and you fell back asleep with the rain being background noise for your slumber.Â
You weren't too sure how long you were asleep when you heard knocking on the glass door that led to your balcony. You rolled over and cracked open your eyes to see Keigo on the other side, concern was marked on his face as he held a plastic bag filled with items.Â
  âKeigo?â You instantly got up and went over to the door. You opened it and he quickly got in. He was drenched to his core as he now looked relieved to see you, âAre you okay?â You asked.Â
He nodded and pulled you in for a kiss, keeping your body away from his wet on as he laid his kiss on you. He spread out his wings and gave a slight flap which caused the water to go everywhere. He blushed, âSorry about that, I hate when they're soaked.âÂ
  âDon't worry.â You replied as you reached out to him and cupped his cheek, âShouldn't you be out patrolling?â
  âToo rainy, dove. Plus you weren't answering my texts so I got worried.â He leaned into your touch and his wings partially spreaded out before coming back closer to his back, âSo why are you still at home and not at work?â
You exhaled and went back to sit on the edge of the bed, âReally bad migraine. It feels like my head is caving in. I decided to stay home.â You laid back in bed, âThis is taking so much out of me.â
Keigo came over and rubbed the back of his hand against your forehead, âWell, as the number two hero I must help every civilian I can! Even the most beautiful.âÂ
You smiled gently, âOh shush.â You closed your eyes to relieve the pain, âBut thank you.âÂ
Keigo leaned down and kissed you on the forehead, âOf course, dove. Anything for my girl.â He smiled at you, âWell I got you some greasy food and snacks from the Seven-Eleven. I cleared the shelves of all the medicine they had and I have a can of ginger ale in my pocket that I'll put in the fridge.â
You chuckled, âGinger Ale, the solver of everything. Thank you, Keigo. I'm glad it's not anything worse. Just stupid rain.â
He gave you another kiss before he pulled away, âWell I guess I'm on dinner duty tonight. But don't worry, dove, I'll make sure everything goes right as rain.â Then beamed at you before he went to the kitchen.Â
You could almost cry from how sweet Keigo, not that he was never this sweet to you. But the above and beyond nature of his actions plus the pain in your body made you a little emotional. You exhaled deeply and laid spread out on the bed, under the blanket as you heard him move about the rest of the apartment.Â
You relaxed deeper into your bed as you let the comfort of it lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You cracked open an eye and looked over to see Keigo. He was approaching you with two plates in hand.Â
  âHey, sleepy head.' He said softly, âI assumed you hadn't eaten yet so I threw all the food onto a plate for you.â He sat on the edge of the bed as you sat up and placed both plates in your lap, âIf you ask nicely I'll even hand feed you, dove.â Then winked at you.Â
You chuckled, âSuch a sweet talker.â You opened your mouth partially, then burst into a loud laughter. For a moment all the pain was gone as you felt flustered by his words, âBut if the great number two hero is offering then I accept it.âÂ
You swore Keigo had little hearts in his eyes as he picked up the take-out chopsticks that came with the food and started to feed you pieces of chicken. You made a small noise with each piece. He started with the fried chicken followed by hand feeding you the two onigiris he got you, then the egg sandwiches then followed it off with feeding you every last chip from a small bag. The carbs made you feel a lot better, it was like the itch had been scratched.Â
You smiled as he wiped your mouth before he placed a kiss on your head, âThat's my girl. I'm happy you got some food for you.â Then leaned further down to kiss you on the lips, getting the taste of grease on his lips.Â
He then moved the plates away and crawled into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and his wings provided a block from the light shining between the clouds. Rain continued to hit the windows as he visibly relaxed next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you.Â
It was so tender, Keigo was just the best. Being with him felt like a dream so it wasn't hard that you fell back asleep. But thanks to the light being blocked out by Keigo's wings and the medicine finally kicking in, when you woke up closer to the evening, the pain had dissipated.Â
You yawned loudly and rolled back onto your back. The first thing you became aware of was that Keigo was staring at you. His wings flapped a little at the sight of you. From the haziness of his eyes, you could tell he had just woken up from a nap as well.Â
  âHey, dove.â
  âHi, Keigo.â
He leaned in for a gentle kiss and you felt your heart flutter as his lips pressed against yours. You got closer to him and the kiss deepened for a moment. When he pulled away he looked at you with a glint in his eye, âSomeone is happy to see me.âÂ
Your smile was large as you looked at him, âI'm always happy to see you.â You kissed him again.Â
He smiled back at you once he broke the kiss and said, âI'm guessing your migraine is gone too.â He pulled you in as close as he could get you and pressed his forehead up against yours.Â
  âI feel a lot better now, thank you. You're my hero.âÂ
He flexed his arm and grinned at you, âWell I'm not the number two pro hero for nothing.â Then developed into laughter as you pulled him for a kiss that soon became hot and heavy.Â
He climbed on top of you and fluttered his wings as he deepened the kiss. His hands on your face as he passionately made out with you. It was very hot, your felt heat rush to your cheeks. You felt like a new woman with the migraine gone!
He started to kiss down your body over your clothes, his heart raced in his chest as he got to your sweatpants. He licked his lips in lust and then looked up at you. He smiled broadly, âMay I?â
You combed your fingers through his blond hair and relaxed against the best with your chin pointed towards the ceiling, âI'll never say no to that tongue of yours.â You smiled to yourself as you felt Keigo start to pull down the sweatpants down your ass, which exposed your sweet pussy to him.
He chuckled and kissed your inner thigh as he looked up at you, âWell of course.â He beamed, âI could never get tired of you either.â Before his wings flapped once more before he started to go down on you. Your hands gripped onto his head tighter as he began to pleasure you.Â
  âThat's it, Keigo.â You moaned, âThat feels so good.âÂ
You moaned once more as you felt your cheeks grow warmer as he licked at your sweet sex. Your toes curled as you felt the rush of pleasure thanks to Keigo's tongue. He smiled to himself before he kissed your pussy lips and went back to lapping at your clit. The sensation made you moan louder as you felt the sense of pleasure race up your spine. The euphoric feeling of his tongue against you.Â
He loved making you feel good, it was a purpose of his to make you feel good. To make that back arch, those moans loud, everything. He wanted to make you feel so euphoric and deep in pleasure.Â
You held on tightly as his tongue swirled around your sex, you tried to roll your hips to get more pleasure out of him but he stopped you with his hands and started to really put his back into it. He kept your legs open with his hands and he worked your pussy until you were seeing stars.
Your noises made his heart race as he moved his tongue. The air in the room got heavier as moans filled it. Keiog was in deep, even his nose was buried in your pussy as you held onto him. Pleasure began to feel overwhelming as you felt your heart race. Long gone was the migraine and all you could focus on was the immense pleasure that Keigo was giving you.Â
Keigo moaned a little as he rubbed himself up against the mattress to relieve part of his hard-on. He too was feeling the spark between you two. He breathed deeply onto your pussy as he played with your clit with his thumb in an effort to bring you to climax.
  âThat's it, that's it, dove.â He panted as he gazed lovingly at your soaked pussy. His fingers continued to work your pussy along with his tongue. It wasn't long before your noises became louder as you neared climax.Â
  âPlease, Keigo.â You moaned, âOh please.â Your breathing was practically panting as the swell of pleasure bloomed in your stomach. Your legs tensed up as you felt the climax hit its peak and you gripped onto your boyfriend's head as tightly as possible and with one last lap of your sex from him, you came on his mouth. Your eyes rolled back from the sheer force of the pleasure. Your moan almost got stuck in your throat as you came.Â
As you started to come down, Keigo pulled his mouth away from you and wiped it with the back of his hand. He smiled down at you with flushed cheeks. His cock hard in his pants. His smile turned into a groan as he watched you start to come back to your senses. He was proud of himself for what he did to you, he made you feel so good.Â
He reached to you and cupped your face before he went in for a soft kiss on the lips, âNow.â He said as he pulled away, âWhat can we do about this?âÂ
Scent Kink!Keigo who's raptorial senses have been finely honed like a sharpened blade for as long as he can remember. For all his analytical prowess, he could never quite pinpoint the exact cause of his heightened senses. Perhaps it, like most things, is a combination of nature and nurtureâ avian DNA and brutal, militant training. The source matters little to him. Keigo has always been one for outcomes.
Scent Kink!Keigo who discovers pretty early on in your friendship that your scent is distinct. If he could put it into words, the first that would come to mind is warm. It smells warm when he sits next to you on the couch, bouncing his leg like a dog that smells something delectable right under its nose yet tries to behave and contain himself all the same. Your neck is perfectly bare. If he could just lean over and bury his nose in whatever crevice is most available, he'd die a happy man.Â
Scent Kink!Keigo who is actually so normal about your scent, all these years later. Sure, he memorizes your smell, conjures up the scent in his mind's eye whenever he has trouble sleeping at night. The thought of it soothes him, aids in building his picturesque fantasies of you holding him from behind and shushing the bad dreams away. But he's very normal about it. Of course he's attachedâ you're his best friend.
Scent Kink!Keigo who can't remember the first time your scent began to cause his pants to grow tight. He thinks it was that night you arrived late for your usual meetup, panting and running before throwing your arms around him and apologizing, promising you ran just to make sure he didn't wait too long. He remembers his eyes widening while his pupils shrunk to dots, overwhelmed by the potency of you invading every sense. It made his cock throb. He made an excuse to hide in the bathroom within the hour.
Scent Kink!Keigo who does a remarkable job at containing the whine in his throat when you show him around your new apartment, quickly discovering you didn't bother to put away your laundry basket before he arrived. Why should you worry about your best friend seeing it? Keigo would never hold ill intentions. Keigo would never stuff a pair of your panties in his back pocket, Keigo wouldn't dream of fantasizing the second he secures it, flashes of the misbehavior he could get up to conjured quickly in his mind.
Scent Kink!Keigo who fidgets and avoids your eyes when you insist he stay so you can feed him takeout that night. The weight of his prize stings against his thigh; and as much as he loves your company, something else is calling to his attention right now. He quickly makes an excuse, faking a dispatch call by your window and waving once before he takes flight.
Scent Kink!Keigo who's brain glitches when he gets home and realizes he has to decide what to do first: take out his cock to touch himself and relieve the pressure straining in his pants, or pull your used panties out of his pocket. He picks the second option.
Scent Kink!Keigo who's whining in his bed moments later, your scent finally rubbed across his face with his hand fisting between his legs. It's like static when he twists his wrist with each stroke, imagining the smell of sex in the air as you ride his cock. Eyes rolled into the back of his skull, he swears the scent of your freshly used panties is enough. At least for tonight. At least until he needs a little refresher for his memory and has to snag another.
Scent Kink!Keigo who thinks he's a degenerate. He's a pervert. He's a sick freak who gets off on his crush's panties stuffing his mouth to muffle his moans, his saliva drenching the poor fabric; and he's even sicker for getting his dick wet to the thought of you catching him and repeating those insults in his ear while you sit on his face. He's sick, imagining himself inhaling it right from the source, spilling all over his abdomen to the thought of it.
Scent Kink!Keigo who is entirely, utterly fucked when you decide to move in together as roommates. Trouble isn't something he considered before. He's too excited by the idea of being around you to consider the repercussions on his mental health to be in such close proximity to you when night falls.
Scent Kink!Keigo who doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse that your room is directly adjacent to his. He knows exactly when you're touching yourself in the next room over.
Scent Kink!Keigo who throws his head back with a groan, hand ghosting down his happy trail and sliding beneath his waistband to grab his swelling cock again.
could you do Reader came home, make dinner when Keigo Takami (Hawks) gonna come home bit late. You prepare to cook for him, you will be glad. *fluff*
(hope you will write it, thanks so much, have a good day)
Chicken Dinner
Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader
Prompt: You make dinner for Hawks when heâs coming home late.
Warnings: Cannibalism (jokingly)
Word Count: 608
You knew from his schedule that Hawks wasnât going to be home until late, meaning the poor bird wouldnât feel up to cooking himself supper. The hero often opted for takeout or something fast, too tired to force himself to make food.
Thatâs where you came in, you didnât work today and had spent most of the day cleaning up your shared apartment. You had fixed up the dishes, cleaning them and drying them before placing them back in their respective spots in the cupboards. Once you had finished and taken a moment to glance at the time to signal you should start making dinner, it only took a few extra moments to decide what you were going to make. You started to pull out ingredients you would be using for your dish, having decided on chicken katsu don. Keigo was a big fan of chicken and often appreciated any dishes you made him. You made panko to bead the chicken, setting it aside to later shallow fry. You made sure to have your spices nearby to season where needed, adding in dashi, sake, mirin, and soy sauce. You were relatively organized in your cooking journey, careful to clean up any messes you left behind. You cooked the chicken in the oil, humming to yourself before fetching a few cups of water for your rice.
By the time Keigo had even reached the floor, his keen nose was picking up on all of the scents emitting from the closed apartment door. He smiled to himselfâ holding a bottle of sake he remembered to pick upâ despite being exhausted. Once he reached the front door and unlocked it, he immediately entered, shrugging off his jacket and using a feather to unlace his boots before kicking them off. The hero had finally let his wings relax, allowing them to fall back after his long day. He let out a soft sigh but rounded the corner to catch sight of you doing up the finishing touches on dinner. Keigoâs smile returned tenfold as he made his way to you, encasing you in his arms and giving your waist a light squeeze.Â
âYou made chicken?â He said with boyish glee, his question more of a statement.Â
âMore bird for the birdie⊠now that I think about it, youâre kind of cannibalistic.â You hummed teasingly.Â
He gave a faux pout before shrugging and kissing your cheek.Â
âI brought sake.â He offered as he pulled away and moved to grab the glasses.
âI wouldâve killed you if you brought wine again.âÂ
âIâm sorryââ He whined.
âIâm joking, Kei! Itâs okayââ You laughed. âCâmon, letâs eat.â
The hero smiled, taking the glasses and sake to the table as you brought the plates and cutlery. You knew better than to properly baby Keigo as the man would most likely get used to the habits on his long days, but you still got the urge to do it every now and again. You would have had all of the supper prepared before he even got home had you truly felt like it, but you also didnât want to end up having the food cold by the time he got back if he were to stay late.Â
The two of you sat down together. He poured the sake into the glasses, letting out a soft hum. He was trying to hide the fact that he was utterly starving, having not eaten for at least four hours with all his running around. Keigo was ready to scarf down the entirety of his plate. You thanked him quietly, taking your glass. He smiled.Â
tags: not proofread, public groping, public hand job, reader is gn but terms cock and sir are used.
touchy!yandere who always has to have his hands on you..
touchy!yandere who always has a hand down your pants, fondling and kneading your ass. in public or private, doesn't matter to him. (an old person definitely yelled at him).
touchy!yandere whos hugging you from behind and squeezing your chest and you ignore him and pretend he's not there and continue your conversation. the other person fumbling over their words, eyes glancing down to his pouty face as he continues his assault and you with a straight face acting like it's normal. (it is.)
touchy!yandere when you bend down to tie your shoe lace, he puts his hands on your hips and thrusts you. (cue you chasing him with your shoe and him running away, laughing like a madman).
touchy!yandere if you're meeting with friends at a restaurant, he's sitting next to you running his hand up and down your thigh. at first, you pay it no mind, but then when he starts to palm your bulge, that gets your attention.
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"what. are. you. doing?" you ask in an angry whisper, while your other friends are ordering. covering your face with your menu your eyes glare at him as he replies, "oh whatever are you talking about, [name]? he feigns ignorance, cheek propped, head tilted into the palm of his hands, a smirk laced on his (beautiful) face. you grumble, "don't play dumb with me you little-"
"and what for you, sirs?" the waiter asks. you straighten up while clearing your throat, an embarrassed flush coating your face. "we'll take the Shrimp Alfredo along with the Asparagus, please." he answers for you both. "of course, your orders will come soon."
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a little later into your hangout and things are going great. you've caught your friends up on somethings in your life and were having a blast. until you felt that perverted hand undoing your belt, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making you flustered so you tried your best to listen and be engaged with your friends. once his cold hand was on your cock, you picked at your fingers on the table, eyes shut.
"are you listening, [name]?" one of your friends questioned. "yeah no of course! what you said was g-great?" you asked eyes focusing and unfocusing due to his inconsistent strokes. "I said my grandmother passed away? how is that great?" your friend gave you a concerned glance and added. "[name], are you feelin' okay?"
"yeah, [name], you don't look too well." he added, a worried glance on his face. anyone would've thought he was genuine. but you knew he was hiding a devilish grin behind that mask. "iâ you! you're theâ," he gripped the base of your cock tightly causing you to quickly put a hand to your mouth covering the moans threatening to escape. he put your twitching cock back in your pants and did your belt under the table.
"you know, [name] did say they were feeling under the weather before we arrived I guess I'll take them home so they can rest." he said to your friends rubbing your shoulder as an act to "soothe" you.
"I'll take them home and help them feel much better," he helped you up and just as he was about to walk away one of your friends asked, "what about your food?"
"its alright, you guys can take it home" he yelled as you guys left the store.
W: NSFW, Feminization, Body Worship, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Princess/Baby/Pretty Girl, Power Bottom Reader, Subby Top Hawks
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He feels self-conscious about his body since he's so burnt and scarred up.
He thinks that you lost any attraction to him once he lost his undamaged body and his wings.
He doesn't like his prosthetics at all but wears them around you just because he wants you to see him like he looked before everything went to shit.
He feels gross. His body, his face, his back, his truth. Everything feels gross and tainted and he doesn't like any of it because of it.
You've got the truth about him in a way he didn't want you to find out but there it was, all in the open for you to judge and see.
You didn't leave his side at all. You were there with him in the hospital, you went to every single physical therapy he had and even for his prosthetic appointments.
You called him beautiful and it set his insides on fire because he didn't believe you and at the same time understood that everything you said was true.
He felt beautiful but only when you said he was.
He felt pretty but only when you touched his face and kissed his burns.
He wanted to feel small and protected and you managed to do that without much effort.
You caressed his body and kissed his face softly as if he'd break if you gave him too much attention.
He moaned at how you massaged his wings base and tenderly hovered your fingers over the scarring around the area.
"Y/n, please." His voice trembled and his eyes watered as he gripped onto you.
He felt disgusting for a moment but you kept giving him so much love and attention he couldn't think about anything other than you.
"Please, don't leave me." He whispered.
He discovered he liked being at your mercy.
He also discovered he liked feminity.
He's worn makeup and he's done lingerie shoots during the prime modeling part of his career but he had never thought about wearing any for himself or at home.
He liked eyeliner and blush. It brought his face together, making him look sweet and soft.
He liked the softness of the lingerie he had bought and the red color that the fabric had. He enjoyed how it hugged his legs and his chest, his dick looked nice as it was tucked into a thong.
He was scared to show you that he liked these things at first but after you had him screaming your name and calling you "mistress" and "mommy" he knew better.
He showed you his dress collection and all the other ultra-feminine.
He asked you for your help to put on his favorite skirt and to put on the eyeliner he liked.
He would do this casually around you.
Wearing more feminine clothes and it slowly led to you using more feminine titles for him.
He didn't mind it at all.
He'd keen and coo at the new names and terms of endearment.
"Come here princess" or "My pretty girl." had him squeezing his legs together for friction.
In bed, that's where the changes were noticeable.
He didn't hide from you anymore. His body was all for you to enjoy and to do as you pleased with.
He liked hearing how pretty you thought his burns where and how gorgeous his wings, be it burnt and never as glossy or full as they used to be, look on him.
"Come here, pretty girl. Don't hide from me. Let mommy see her pretty little thing." He came as you pushed his hand away from his face and kissed him, tongue and all as he arched into your hand.
He cried from overstimulation as you fucked his ass open all while telling him he was your cute pillow princess.
Even when you both switched positions the dynamic stayed the same.
"Mommy, please. Let me squirt, mommy. Please." He was out of breath and he knew he was going to come if he fucked into you anymore.
He was wearing a tight-cropped shirt that showed his perked nipples in combination with a short skirt that was covered in his release.
Your pussy was covered in cum and some of it dripped out of you as he slapped his hips against yours.
His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist.
He shook with every thrust and pull, your insides warm and tight around him.
"Don't stop, baby. Cum inside Mommy again. Do it for me, baby. Can you do that for mommy?" He nodded at you and came inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you.
His forehead was sweaty and his hair clung to it.
His wings drooped over you both like a tattered blanket and his face was pressed against your neck.
You could feel him empty himself inside of you, his seed dripping out as he lay still.
"You did such a good job for me, princess. I'm so proud of you for being such an obedient girl." He pruned at your praise and held you close as he fell asleep.
This was something for just the two of you.
He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, the vulnerable and beautiful person you saw him for.
He wanted to keep this special, to yourselves.
He wanted to keep being your good girl no matter what, no matter how ugly everyone else might think he looked now that he had lost his appeal and his trust.
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and when i write about hawks losing the connection he had with his s/o because he cannot âsenseâ them with his feathers??? i am loosing it.
his quirk is gone.
he cannot feel her in another room. he cannot feel her presence when heâs away. so he puts himself in the same places as his s/o, so that heâd be convinced that she is safe and everything is okay.
and he knows he has to compensate everything by being extraâ longer gazes, vigilant looks off the corner of his eyes, and more queries about your day and how you feel.
he lost a part of him. his mind might be in a spiral for playing hawks for too long.
so be a kind s/o and have patience with him. he needs constant reassurance about him and your love for him.
could you still be with him when he isnât useful anymore? itâs a battle of his psyche and heâs winning when heâs with you.
â you donât have to keep me company, iâm fine by myself. âÂ
thinking of this one in particular with kei is sending me into an early grave, i wanna see what your rendition on it is đ
Anon you and I are on the same fucking wave-link I SWEAR. This prompt is one of the ones that made me pick this prompt list first, ngl.
Sorry it took a couple of days, I've been busy with work, lol. Hope you like it đ
pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks)/Reader (gender not specified)
Word count: 2,242
CW: Talks of canon-typical violence and traumatizing events, Take's place post final arc of the manga. If I'm forgetting anything, let me know so I can add it.
(Prompts are still open if anyone's interested.)
âYou don't have to keep me company, Iâm fine by myself.â Keigo told you as you opened the door to the building's rooftop, knees tucked to his chest, chin resting on his forearms.
âYeah, I know.â You replied, stepping onto the roof, closing the door gently behind you.
The two of you remained silent as you walked over to him. It was quiet up there, several stories away from the hustle and bustle of the city below. You took a moment to admire the night sky. The low hanging moon hardly brighter than the skyscrapers around it, the few stars shining their way through the city lights and clouds, the stray helicopter or airplane flying by. Sure, it wasnât as pretty as out in the mountains, but at least the city did its best to make up for its light pollution.
You sat down next to him, taking note of his short sleeved shirt in the harsh winter cold, his skin a bright pink as his body fought tooth and nail to keep warm. He still didnât look at you, eyes fixed on the people down below. You tucked your knees to your chest, mirroring his body language, and allowed a silence to fill the space between you for a moment.
After a few minutes, Keigo sighed, turning to look at you, resting the side of his head on his arm. You shifted to meet his gaze, his eyes hooded and glazed over. You could already see the toll of his thoughts weighing on his mind.Â
âYou wanna talk about it?â You asked him.
He paused, thinking about your question, before turning his attention back down to the street below.
âItâs been a year.â He replied.
âYeah, I guess it has, hasnât it.â You took a moment to let the notion sink in. Itâs been a year. A year since the raid. Seven months since the war ended. Six months since the two of you met. âA lotâs happened since then, huh?âÂ
Keigo was silent for a moment.
âIt was my fault, wasnât it?â He asked. There it is.
âWhat was?â
âEverything!â He exclaimed, unfolding from himself. âIf Iâd been a little faster, thought further ahead then-â He paused, before tucking his knees back to his chest. âBubaigawara would still be alive. The war wouldnâtâve happened. No one wouldâve gotten hurt. It was my fault.â
You sighed, changing positions to sit cross legged before taking off your coat.
âYou know what I think?â You asked rhetorically, placing your coat over his shoulders. âI donât think it really was your fault. The situation they put you in was an impossible one. There honestly wasnât a way for anyone in your position to succeed. You were doomed from the start.â You rested your hand on his shoulder, before guiding him to rest his head on your lap. âEven then, you did everything you could. More than most people wouldâve done.â You began running your fingers through his hair. âYou tried talking with him. When that didnât work, you tried intimidating him. When that didnât work, you incapacitated him. The only reason that didnât work was because Dabi intervened. If you ask me, itâs his fault Twice lost his life that day, not yours. It was a lose-lose situation, there wasnât really more for you to do.â
âI still failed.â He muttered, clinging to your coat as he pulled it over his shoulder. âThings got way out of hand because of me.â
âI donât see how? If anything, I think things wouldâve been much worse without you. I honestly donât think they couldâve won if you were down for the count. Things didnât go the way you wanted. Hell, they didnât go the way anyone wanted. Thatâs war for yaâ. But I donât think itâs fair to place all of that on one person. Heroâs are people. People were built to make mistakes, even if over the years theyâre given less and less room to do so. Itâs okay to mourn those mistakes and learn from them, but this?â You tap on his temple for emphasis. âMaking each one more than it needs to be? Letting them all hold you back from growing? Thatâs not good for you. Itâs okay to be ashamed of the past, but itâs also okay to let it go.â You finished, petting his head once more.
Keigo let out a soft, unconvinced hum.
âLook,â You continued, âitâs not something you're gonna be able to internalize right away. For most people, it can take years, and thatâs with professional help. Itâs gonna take a while to let it sink in, but remember that youâre not doing it by yourself, okay?â You gently caressed the side of his face, brushing his hair back as you did. âIâm gonna be here with you every step of the way. I promise.â
He placed his hand on top of yours, as you began gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.
âOkay.â He responded quietly, almost whispering.
The two of you were silent for a moment, as snow began falling lightly around you.
âSomething else is bothering you, isnât it?â You asked him.
He nodded, slipping his hand back under your coat.
âBeen thinkinâ about my parents. Moreso my mom. Donât like thinkinâ about my father.â He replied, curling up closer to you.
âYeah? What about âem?â
Keigo paused, gathering his thoughts for a moment.
âNeither of them were good parantes, but I think only one of them was a bad person. Looking back, I think mom was in the same position I was. The only real difference was that I was an easier target.â He let out a gentle sigh as you began running your fingers through his hair again. âIâm glad he didn't make it out. I donât want to see him again. Donât want mom to see him, either.â He stopped, taking another moment to think. âI donât forgive him. And, I know Iâm supposed to. I know itâs childish of me not to, but I canât. Not after what he did to us. To others. I just canât.â
âHonestly? I donât think you need to. If you ask me, the whole âyou need to forgive people to healâ bit is overrated. Not everything really can be forgiven. Sure, if itâs something you're comfortable doing, then by all means go ahead. But if not? Then donât! You can let go and move on without actually pardoning the people whoâve hurt you. Sometimes it's easier than others, and I think with how long youâve been holding onto this, it might take a while, but itâs an option. Itâs completely fine to just walk away from him, if thatâs what you want to do.â
âBut, is that really okay? I mean, everyone else-â He stopped himself, before falling silent.Â
âYeah⊠The influences in your life are⊠not great. But, theyâre the only ones you have. It can be really tempting to emulate them, especially when some of those people share aspects of your past. But, theyâre still different people. Their situations were different. Their needs and outcomes were different. You donât need to follow their footsteps just because you sympathize with them. Youâre a different person, with different circumstances, and itâs okay if you handle this differently as a result.â
âYeah, maybeâŠâ
Another silence falls between you, as you twirled tufts of his hair between your fingertips. Keigo picked at loose ends along the hem of your coat as he mulled your words over in his head. You watched as the snowfall shifted from small crystals to fluffy duck feathers, reflecting the city lights in a way that made the night feel brighter than usual. Part of you wanted to go inside, the biting air freezing you through your long sleeved shirt, the other wanting to stay just like this for a while longer.
âWhat about your mom?â You asked him. âYou said you were thinkinâ about her more, yeah? Whatâre you thinking about, exactly?â
âI just, I canât get over how quickly I abandoned her. I didnât even give it a second thought, yaâ know? Just⊠took their offer, without even considering her. I know we werenât on the best terms, but still. What kind of son does that? She needed me, and I just left her.â
âHonestly, Iâm not too sure about that. Based on the few times youâve talked about her, I think your parting ways was mutual. Sure, you decided to go, but she didnât stop you. Mightâve even thought it would be the better option for you. She probably figured they had the better resources to take care of you, plus youâd get to be something you admired. I wasnât there, so I canât say for sure, but she probably just wanted what would make you happiest. As for you, you were like, what, five? Eight? At the time? Of course youâd pick the Special Superhero Course. Any child your age would've done the same, especially if they were in your shoes. I think itâs unfair to beat yourself up for that. Neither of you couldâve known.â
âStill.â Keigo pulled your coat tighter over his shoulder. âI wonder how she is. If sheâs okay. Now that the Commissionâs gone, she canât exactly stay at her house anymore. Not that sheâd want to after DabiâŠâ He trailed off, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, before continuing. âI shouldâve reached out to her. If I had, then maybe⊠Maybe she wouldâve been okay. I couldâve been there. Protected her, like I was supposed to.â
âDo you still want to?â
He shot up slightly, using his arm for support as he turned to look at you.
âWhat?â
âReach out. Do you still want to try and talk to her?
âWell, IâŠâ He contemplated, shifting his gaze down at nothing in particular. âItâs a little late for that, isnât it?â
âNot necessarily. You said she left you a note, right? After the raid?â
âYeah, but like, that doesnât really mean anything.â
âSure it does.â You placed your hand on the top of his head, and he relaxed back onto your lap. âShe knew youâd try to check up on her, and didnât want to leave you without an explanation. And, she was right. You did try to see her.â
âThat wasnât out of concern, though. I was more just confirming my own suspicions.â
âI donât think thatâs fully true. You wouldnâtâve kept the letter if you didnât care.â
âYeah, I guessâŠâ He began picking at the frayed ends on your coat once more. âStill, I donât think sheâd want to see me.â
âNah, based on what youâve told me, I think sheâd be a lot more open to the idea than you realize.â
âYou really think so?â
âYeah, I do.â You draped your arm over his side. âNow that the two of you are in a much better place in your lives, I think itâs the perfect time to try and rebuild a bridge between you. It doesn't have to be a mother-son relationship right away, but you could start being in each other's lives again, if you wanted. Worst case scenario, you two still go separate ways. Only difference is now youâd both know it was the right call.â
âStill, itâs been almost twenty years. I donât even know what to say to her.â
âWould it help if I was there with you?â
âIs that really okay?â He glanced back up at you. âI mean, Iâd really hate to drag you into family dramaâŠâ
âOf course, baby. I donât mind at all, really. If you want to, Iâm more than happy to be there for you when you do. Itâs no trouble at all.â
âThank youâŠâ He rested his hand atop of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âOf course. Come on, itâs freezing out here. Letâs head inside, yeah? Itâs getting late, and Iâd bet anything you haven't eaten yet. Let's get some food and get ready for bed, okay?â
âYeah okayâŠâ
Keigo sat up from your lap, before rising to his feet, and extending his hand towards you. You took it yours, and before you knew it, he had you standing on your feet. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
âThank you.â He whispered. âSeriously, I donât know what Iâd do without you. I donât deserve you.â
âI wish youâd stop believing that.â You said, returning his embrace. âYou deserve to be loved, whether you like it or not. And Iâm going to love you, like it or not.â You kissed the side of his head. âAnd thereâs nothing you can do about it.â
He gently pulled away from you, just enough to look you in the eyes. He was so tired, and yet you could see his affection for you in every detail of his face.
âI love you, so, so much.â He said, before kissing you lightly on the lips. âYou have no idea what you mean to me.â
You placed your hand on the side of his face, and he instinctively turned towards it.
âI have an Idea.â You smiled. âNow, come on. Letâs get you taken care of, yeah?â
âYeah, okay.â
You took his hand in yours, leading him back inside the warm apartment complex. The two of you leaving nothing behind, but your tracks in the fresh snow.
okay so i watched an episode and the only thing i can think of is the box being so god damn small đ his wings too big for this got dang box
introâ
"hi, im y/n." you nod your head to the camera, knees tucked up to your chest.
"and iâm hawks," he throws up a casual wave and smile, body mimicking your pose so as not to get into each otherâs personal space.
not like that was really an option, what with how small the box is. the first thing hawks does is shake your hand, warm and rough palms clasping yours, before the both of you return to your own corners.
"are we ready?" the producer calls, and you two give a simple nod. "any questions?"
"are my feathers allowed to leave the box?" hawks (thankfully) asks, the red wings brushing against you involuntarily.
"uh, yeah, sure, they can do whatever," is the answer. "alright, three, two, one..."
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hour 1â
"i donât have any siblings." he answers your question. "id like to think i was the best outcome, though."
you breathe out a laugh. "whatâs it like being a hero?"
he makes a face, and you canât help but genuinely giggle.
"thatâs too deep a question," he smiles. "next!"
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hour 3â
"i wannaâjustâlike starfish." you say.
"starfish?"
you nod, bent arms lifting to the sides as you attempt to raise a leg, "starfish. itâs so cramped, i need to stretch."
it seems he understands what youâre saying. hawks grabs his jacket and shuffles to the back wall of the box.
"here," he goes, "you take this side, i'll take here; we can stretch out a bit."
itâs not much, but the stretch of your legs as the two of you face each other is a bit relieving. you can even slide your back onto the ground, your legs bending to accommodate. you both attempt to get comfortable, back against the floor and eyes to the ceiling.
"not really a starfishâmore like an inchworm." he says this and wiggles his body. you canât see it, but the foot that nudges you and the sounds he makes erupt a laugh from your throat.
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hour 5â
you two are nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, legs stretched towards the camera. hawksâ fingers are picking at the fur lining of his jacket, your own coat stuffed to the side.
"whatâs your⊠favourite kind of⊠kiss?"
you cock your head, taking note of the pink on his cheeks and his lack of eye contact.
"you mean like..." you couldnât help wanting to tease him. "cookies and cream?"
he snorts loudly, throwing his jacket in your face out of embarrassment as you cackle and catch it.
"shut up! you know what i mean!" to be dramatic even further, he scoots to the other side of the box, ignoring your laughing.
"i donât think i do," you admit. "how many kinds of kisses are there?"
"at leastâlikeâtwo."
thinking about it, you donât notice that you start folding his jacket; it's thick and warm, perfect for the cold wind he probably flies through every day.
"probably standard forehead kisses." you shrug and place his coat beside yours. "what about you?"
he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, not giving you an answer. after a beat, you raise your eyebrows.
"have you never been kissed before?"
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hour 8â
"my name is keigo, by the way." he whispers.
thereâs no need to speak loudly; the two of you are lying side by side, bent legs knocking into each other softly as your heads are using his jacket as a pillow.
"keigoâŠ" you test on your tongue. "thatâs nice; i like it."
he chuckles halfheartedly and says, "thatâs good; i like your name."
"thanks, i got it for my birthday."
the two of you turn your heads to face each other, the proximity not really bugging either of you anymore. your gaze focuses softly on his eyes, admiring the colour and sleepiness in them from a lack of movement.
you hold up your hand, and he smiles before giving you a high-five.
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hour 10â
now youâre on your stomachs, your coats used as pillows as you watch outside the box. his feathers are barely visible in the camera, but it can capture your focus as you follow them zoom all around the room. partials of a few bunching together reveal shapes, and keigoâs ramblings about straw houses allow anyone to understand heâs telling the story of the three pigs.
both your faces are filled with content and childlike wonder as you watch the story. arms shift into one another as you point somewhere.
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hour 12â
heads are resting on each otherâs shoulders, exhaustion apparent on both your faces, and your mouths are silent. all four hands are up as you see if either of you can lower just your pinky.
"my left just won't go down." he mumbles, and you let out a half-hearted âthatâs what she saidâ.
he flicks your forehead, and you both laugh.
"itâs gonna be weird leaving here now." he admits. "all of a sudden, you won't be here."
"is this stockholm syndrome?" your hands rest on your lap.
he admits, "maybe."
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outroâ
"so, how was it?" the producer asks behind the camera.
keigo has his coat on and his wings spread as he gets to stand once again.
"definitely new," he says. "and weird."
"do you think youâll see them again?"
he shakes his head with a grin. "hell noâneverâthey were soâ"
"âyou can get bubble tea by yourself then!" your voice sounds far away from the camera as keigo laughs.
"wait!" he calls as he disappears from the shot, his voice now drowning out as he chases after you offscreen. "i donât know where the place weâre going to is!"
The soft orange glow emitting from the numerous candles lit about the tables gives the impression of a warm, mellow environment. All is quiet save for the occasional murmur and scrape of metal against porcelain.
You squeeze Keigoâs hand, pointing to a small and put away table beneath the grand stairs leading up to the second floor. âThat spot looks good.â
His brows furrow, wetting his lips as he scans his surroundings before giving you an approving nod. âSure thing, chickadee.â Youâre guided to your seat by a large palm on the small of your back, stroking over the silk of your dress.
âWhatâre you thinking?â You smile at him over the cardboard pamphlet, your finger tracing the letters.
He clicks his tongue, humming as he props his chin in his hand. âMmh.. I dunnoâ babes, whatâre you getting?â
âI want..â Your finger glides along the surface before stopping to tap against the words. âNachos!â
He chuckles with half-lidded eyes as you confirm your selection with a content tilt of your head. âYouâre so cute, câmere.â The menu is long forgotten as he rises from his chair to lean over the table, meeting your lips in the middle for a chaste kiss. Itâs short and sweet, only taking the time to stroke a pair of ringed knuckles down your face.
His eyes flutter open to admire your beauty, the adoring smile etched along his features soon morphing into a disgusted grimace. You pull away, cocking your head at him. A hand raises to smooth down your hair before swiping across the curves of your figure, assuming there may be some kind of mishap with your appearance.
âSit down.â
Your head snaps up to meet his narrowed copper hues, slitted and seething. You do as your told, immediately placing yourself back down onto the cushioned seat. âWhatâs wrong, Kei?â The fingers curled around your hand tense, squeezing and constricting like a python as he shifts and rolls his shoulders, the sizeable bouquet of red feathers ruffling behind him.
It takes you a moment to realise that heâs not looking at you. You pivot your body to look over the wooden shell of your chair, only to be met with a crowd of empty tables, not including the hunched figure of a man, noticeably leering at you from beneath his unruly brows.
âFuckinâ perverts everywhere..â Keigo growls, his chin hung low against his chest.
âHuh?â
âThat freak.â His voice is deep in a hushed whisper, gesturing to the man in question with a subtle crease and curl of his nose from where heâs obviously trying to contain his aggression. âLookinâ at you like a fuckinâ pervert when weâre just trying to get some fuckinâ food, for fuck sake.â
Youâd think heâd just learnt to swear with the amount of curses in that sentence alone. You smooth a palm over his tanned wrist in a comforting fashion. âHey, just forget about it.â You kiss his knuckles in an attempt to defuse the situation.
Your actions are a bitter-sweet reassurance, but all he can focus on is the fact that thereâs some dirty old man watching you from behind, even worse, staring right back at him while he fuckinâ does it. He bounces his leg to soothe his jittering nerves, fisting at the fabric of his trousers. Heâs a Pro-Hero, not a saint. And he needs to leave before he decides to paint the whole room red.
âFuck sake.â Youâre yanked upwards, a crimson wing already curling around your smaller frame to shield you from any and all prying eyes. âCanât even take my lady out for dinner.â You clumsily plod along next to him, your heels clacking against the concrete while he takes long purposeful strides. âDirty cunt.â
âWhy? â what was he doing?â You finally speak up.
âLooking at you.â
You chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. âJust looking at me?â
He stops in his tracks, turning to you with a stern expression, an expression unlike Keigo. âYou didnât see how he looked at you.â
The chilling white glow of the lamp posts do well to illuminate Keigoâs scowl. Youâre cocooned in his wings as you both stand staring. Youâre gaging how to respond to Keigo, while Keigoâs trying to convince himself to not go back and slice the bastard in half.
Finally, a hand raises to hug his chin, scritching and stroking the stubble there. âItâs okay, heâs gone now. We donât have to see him.â
The snarl that threatens to bubble in his throat disperses. He sighs, his wings drooping and flattening down to the smooth and fluffy texture they almost always are. He opens his arms for a hug, smiling when you accept. âDirty fuckers lookinâ at my little angel.â His voice is muffled as he wipes his face into the top of your head.
You nod along with him, petting the spiked bristles of his wings. âCan we still get nachos?â
He chuckles. âCourse we can.â He pulls away with a shiny grin, taking your hand in his own. âBut the next guy who looks at you wrong is getting his head chopped off.â
imagine being snuggly wrapped up in soft yan! papa! hawks wings after a particularly bad nightmare. him gently humming "giant woman" from steven universe or "hidden in the sand" by tally hall.
his arms around your smaller figure as you happily snooze away on the couch, his wings acting as a type of security blanket helping you feel safe.
keigo can't help but smile when you snuggle into him closer .
keigo can't help but smile when you bury your little face into your arms.
keigo can't help but smile when you come running to Him when you have a nightmare.
makes him feel important, makes him want to keep you for himself and kill your parents in the basement instead of torturing them and keep having to refill their food and water bowls it's so goddamn annoying to keep having to do that.
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You are startled awake by the sound of crashing porcelain followed by a loud snarl coming from your living room. You lay in your bed for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling as you process what is happening. You sit up, at a loss for what to do in this situation. You have seen enough horror movies and true crime documentaries to know that getting up to investigate the commotion happening in your living room at two-thirty in the morning is a big no-no. However, the less rational side of your brain is probing at you to investigate.
Slowly, you rise from your covers and carefully tiptoe your way to the door. You slow down your breathing whilst avoiding the squeaky floorboards, not wanting to make a peep. On the other side of the door, you can hear faint muttering and booted footsteps. This intruder isnât the brightest, you think to yourself when you hear glass cracking and splintering. You grab the metal bat that you keep propped against your dresser, just for good measure. You are right in front of your bedroom door now, the noises emitting from the other side becoming clearer. You take a couple of deep breaths, trying to ground yourself in the current moment. You put on a determined front, and with some sort of muffled battle cry, you throw open the door and sprint out into the dimly lit hallway, bat raised and ready.
You continue to yell your battle cry as you run into the main living area of your apartment, eyes frantically looking side to side, up and down as you search for the intruder.
âWoah there, bluebird,â A voice calls out from the other side of your couch, on your left. You quickly twist around, not hesitating for a second, raising the bat above your head and throwing it with everything you have toward the faint outline of a body. You hear the bat contact something- if the sharp thang is anything to go from, which is quickly followed by the sound of it hitting the floorboards. âWhat the hell!â The mystery person cries out.
You are momentarily blinded when your apartment is flooded with light. It takes a couple of seconds for you to adjust to the sudden brightness, but you are rendered speechless when you comprehend the sight in front of you.
Your apartment is a mess. Your balcony doors are wide open, and there are leaves covering every surface within ten feet of them. Your love seat is toppled on its side, and as your eyes drag along it, you realize with a gasp that the end table next to is it uncharacteristically bare. There is a sinking feeling in your stomach as you catch sight of the jagged remains of porcelain that once made up a gorgeous vase.
âWh-what happened?â You ask your boyfriend, who is still slouched on the floor. He looks exhausted. His entire body moves with his ragged breaths, with his crimson wings tucked in tightly to his form. His mouth is pulled into a thin line, and his eyes are apologetic as he regards you.
âIâm sorry, bluebird,â he says. He gestures behind him to the balcony and the toppled furniture. âI came in a little too hot, and Iâm not exactly in tune with your apartment yet.â He grimaces and scratches the back of his neck.
You nod in understanding. With how busy Hawks has been lately, you havenât been able to spend much time together. You have only been able to meet up for lunch at his agency a couple of times over the past four months. Not to mention he has only been inside your apartment twice before, so itâs expected that he wouldnât know his way around in the dark. You notice that he is holding a broom, and you spot the dustpan on the floor next to the pile of broken porcelain.
âI really am sorry about the mess,â Keigo continues. âI tried to be quiet and not wake you up, but obviously I failed.â He chuckles as he resumes cleaning up the broken ceramic.
âItâs okay, Keigo.â You tell him as you squat down to help, careful not to cut your fingers on the sharp porcelain. âItâs just broken porcelain, I can always buy another one.â You notice his shoulders slouch in relief at your assurance. âHowever, I am curious. How did you manage to do all of this in such a short amount of time?â
Keigoâs face turns bright red, and he bashfully avoids your gaze, instead opting to look at the floor. âInvoluntary reaction to the hard landing,â he says. âI tried to catch myself before I fell, which means my wings splayed outwards, and knocked your vase over.â
âOh,â Is all you say at first, and then- âI have never put much thought into your wingspan before.â You reply nonchalantly. You donât notice your boyfriend openly gaping at you until you stand to dispose of the pieces of porcelain. You notice the almost constipated look on his face as he tries not to laugh. âWhat?â
At your question, the winged hero gives you a dazzling smile. His eyes take on a dark hue as he looks you up and down. âWell, bluebird, you know what they say about wingspan.â You blush as the words sink in.
Keigo seems like the type of guy to babysit for a close friend because he owes them a favor from like really long ago
what he didn't expect was that that 'friend' now has a child and has been happily married for over 7 years.
what he didn't expect was that that 'friend' desperately needed someone to babysit said child for about 2 days
what he didn't expect was that he would be comforting a 3 year old at 4 in the morning on the couch to help them get through a particularly bad thunder storm.
the once soft pitter patter of rain had now turned into a raging storm. the rain droplets pounded at the glass of the windows, and the deafening clash of thunder could be heard all throughout the house, before simmering down to a light rumble.
whimpering, you cuddled further into keigo's pajamas, tightened your grip on his arm, and let out a little 'eep!' when you saw the lightning knowing what was to come next.
"now, now, (y/n), it's okay, it's only a sound, it can't hurt you." Keigo's voice seemed as smooth as butter as he gently petted your hair, patting it down and smoothing it out.
"how do you know Mr.Hawks!" you exclaimed a little pout slowly forming on your face.
"I'm Mr.Hawks, I know-" he was cut off by a loud clap of thunder that could only be described as boisterous, causing you to pull up one of his wings in defense,
if you listen closely, (which Hawks always does) you can hear the muffled sniffles from under Hawk's wing and if you concentrate, you can feel tears staining both his feathers and your cheek.
with a sigh, Hawks cupped your now slightly wet cheek making you face toward him.
"listen. I know it's scary, and I know you must be terrified, so please let me protect you. I want to help you, but first you need to calm down and tell me how I can help instead of crying okay? okay."
he picked you up and put you on his hip, "first let's get your little cheeks dry again and then you can have some cookies and we can talk about this."
that night was a good night.
that night, Hawks realized maybe your parents weren't the best people when it comes to raising a child. I mean, you're scared of thunder storms to the point you were crying when it thundered.
that night, Hawks realized murder isn't THAT bad.
that night, Hawks realized he wanted to be a father.