Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:In the morning with Hawks. Warning:Fluff, Mornings Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
You woke up in the morning with the sun shining directly into your bedroom. The strong morning light awoke you as you laid there beside Keigo.
You looked over to him and pushed some of the blonde hair out of his face. His wings softly ruffled and moved as he continued dreaming. He looked like an angel when he slept.
“Honey.” You said in a soft voice as you pushed more hair out of his face.
He was always more likely to sleep in compared to you. He worked hard long days, and as a result became very tired. So he needed more time to recharged his energy. Especially after the long week he had of working alongside Endeavor, he worked him to the bone.
You watched him softly for a few moments, noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he peacefully slept. His wings moved a little bit more before they fell back down onto the bed.
“Keigo.” You said in a slight sing-song voice. You gazed lovingly at your boyfriend. After almost three years together he appearance still took your breath away. You never lost the spark in your relationship, it only grew with time.
“My lovely, Keigo.” You said with a loving sigh.
He made a small noise and turned his head of the side, exposing the length of his neck. You couldn’t help yourself but lean in and kiss the side of his neck. It caused his wings to shuffle again.
“Mmm.” He said, “Baby?” He asked sleepily.
“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” You asked as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
He leaned up into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of your lips against him. It was gentle and sweet,
“It’s time for breakfast.” You chuckled as you pulled away and got up. But before you could fully get off the bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back onto the bed.
“A few more minutes.” He grumbled against your neck, “Just lie with me, sweetheart.”
You chuckled, “Okay, okay. Breakfast can wait.”
He kissed your neck and replied, “Good. Just lie down with me, I haven’t had you in my arms for some time now.” He exhaled, “I missed this.”
You smiled and rolled over so you were facing him. Then placed another kiss on him, sunlight still streamed into your bedroom. Even after all this time, you still loved lying beside him. Waking up next to him was still a treat and you were still so much in love.
Even with your time apart, hours away from one another. There was nothing quite like waking up next to love of your life, Keigo Takami.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:“None of this is your fault.” Warning:Fluff, Slight Injury Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
“None of this is your fault.” Keigo said as he wrapped the bandage around your forearm.
You hissed at the coverings, “I know, but I still feel stupid. Like how did I drop an entire casserole dish.”
“It wasn’t stupid to drop it. it was stupid to try and pick up the pieces with your bare hands. And then cut your arm with the glass. Also the meal was hot!” He said as he placed an ice pack over the bandage.
“It kinda hurts.” You sighed as you looked at your arm. It was a few Hawks themed Band-Aids scattered across the bleeding parts of your cut. Thankfully it didn’t cut too deep, but it still stung.
“You should’ve waited till I got the broom.” He said, “Or used gloves.”
You groaned, “I know, I just panicked. It was everywhere.”
He removed the ice pack and pressed a kiss on it then said, “I know. Just next time tell me, I’m not mad or anything. Accidents happened. Like I said, none of this was your fault.”
“Can you kiss it better again?” You asked, “I don’t think it worked the first time.”
He chuckled and did it again. But his kisses trailed up your arm, his lips touching your heated skin. He loved kissing you, he couldn’t get enough of you.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” You said, “Sorry for ruining dinner. I should’ve been more careful.” You sighed and looked down at your injured arm. You felt like a fool for ruining dinner like that.
He kissed the top of your head and then got up from the bed. He rubbed your shoulder and assured you, “Don’t worry, we can always makes more casserole. The world isn’t running out of casserole.” He chuckled.
You chuckled a little bit, “I guess you’re right. But now I have to buy a new casserole dish.”
Keigo shrugged, his wings fluttered a little bit, “That means we can go shopping. A fun trip to the home goods store.”
You got up and he took your hand, he studied the bandages for a moment to make sure they were stuck on. He leaned in once more to kiss them one by one. He then looked at you and smiled.
“Better?” He asked.
You nodded and wrapped your good arm around him. You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Much better.”
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:You get snowed in at his apartment. Warning:Fluff Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
The snow came down in fluffy flakes, but they piled up quickly on the window sile. You were cuddled up on the couch with Keigo’s arm over your shoulders and a blanket over your laps.
“I heard it’s going be twenty-three centimetres of snow tonight.”
You sighed, “Then I guess I should get going.” You tried to move but Keigo took a hold of your wrist.
“No stay the night. Just you and I, it’ll be fun.” He smiled, “It’ll be like a sleepover.”
“Sleepover? What are we eleven?” You chuckled as you sat back down.
He wrapped his arm over your shoulders once more and kissed the side of your head, “I mean it’s like a grown up sleepover. Firstly, there’s no curfew.” He laughed.
You laughed alongside him and kissed him gently on the lips. You and Keigo had been together for the last year, and you came over often. He made the best chicken dishes for you and enjoyed just being in your arms.
But tonight you should’ve looked at the weather and known that it was going to snow that night.
“But I don’t have clothes to wear to bed.” You remarked.
“Oh don’t worry about it, you can wear something of mine.” He beamed.
You got a bit flustered, “What if it doesn’t fit?”
“Oh don’t worry they’re super baggy, you’ll fit no problem.” He replied with a smile.
“Ah, okay. Will they be warm enough.”
“Of course, gotta keep my lovebird nice and warm during these cold nights.” He chuckled and planted another kiss on you. He tightened his arm around you and held you tightly against him.
You watched a couple of mindless action films while you chatted about things. You talked about work and life, what you were planning on cooking for the both of you that weekend. You complained a bit about your boring office job and per usual Keigo suggested that you work for him.
“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” You asked.
“Yeah, but I’m the boss so who cares.” He chuckled.
He talked about hero work and this new restaurant he wanted to try out once the days got nicer.
“They’ve got chicken like nothing else.” He remarked.
“You and the chicken.” You chuckled.
“Yeah, but I’m your chicken man.” He winked.
Once the second movie was over, you let out a loud yawn and snuggled closer to him.
“Tired?” He asked.
“Yeah, a little. I can’t stay up all night like I used to.” You responded as you got closer to him.
He helped you up off the couch and took your hand and led you to the bathroom. You two got ready together. He stuck close to you as his wings fluttered with excitement every time you looked his way.
“You know I never had a sleepover when I was growing up. So I’m a little excited.” He smiled.
You smiled back at him, “Well, it’s going to be a lot of sleeping tonight.”
“Fine by me, I love a good sleep.”
“I know, you sleep like the dead.” You nudged him playfully.
You changed into a pair of track shorts and a tank top. It smelled like Keigo’s body spray, it was a comforting scent as you climbed into bed.
You two laid there together, Keigo held your hand as you kept talking. He told you cheesy jokes and you laughed at them. You clutched his hand gently.
You loved being beside him, in the tender quietness as the snow hit the ground outside. You laid a small kiss on the tip of his nose.
He yawned loudly and shuffled his wings.
“Tired?”
“Yeah. But I want to stay awake to talk to you.” He chuckled.
You kissed him again, “We can talk all you want tomorrow, I think the city might get shut down due to the snow.”
“Then I’ll see you in the morning, lovebird. Goodnight.” He said as he wrapped a wing around you.
You leaned in for a kiss and got comfortable on his bed. He met your kiss and flutter his wings slightly.
“Goodnight, Keigo. Tomorrow we’re making pancakes.” You chuckled as you snuggled close to him.
He threw an arm around you and exhaled happily. You looked so cute in his sleeping clothes, he felt at peace while the city got coated in white.
Snow hit against the window and collected on the ground. Both warm and comfy in the apartment, letting the world go cold around you.
Reader: F Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating:M Summary: Prompt: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” Warning:Manga Spoilers, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
The first thing you saw when you entered the hospital room was bandages. All along his body, especially across one side of his face. They said he got burned by Dabi but was rescued by Tokoyami.
You owed that boy a great debt now.
You sat beside him at his bedside, you watched his sleeping form with a careful gaze. You took in every inch of bandages skin. It felt like his entire body was burned. You cursed Dabi under your breath for hurting your husband.
If you could get your hands on him, you’d show him what true fear felt like. But you couldn’t get to him, he was behind layers of metal, sitting in a cell until he went to trial. All you could do now was be there for Keigo.
“Baby.” You said as you placed a hand carefully on his less injured side of his face.
His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked at you, “Oh, dove.” After a couple of moments of sleepily looking at you, he woke up a bit more. he realized that you were here, “Dove!”
“Shh, shh, Keigo. Relax.” You said as you pulled away from him and placed your hands back in your lap.
The nub remains of his feathers fluttered in excitement which caused him to wince. He couldn’t help it, he was so excited to see you.
You burst into tears at the sight of him. He looked to hurt under all that cloth. Your beloved husband was beaten in battle and almost died. You knew the risks he put himself under all the time, but to see the result of a loss broke your heart.
“Don’t cry, my dove.” He said softly.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffled.
“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” He said weakly, “Still as beautiful as ever.”
“Keigo, shhh. Don’t push yourself too hard.” You hushed.
He turned his head to look up at the ceiling, “I’ll live through this, just like I do every other time.”
“Luck will run out at some point.” You remarked.
He reached out for you and touched your hand carefully, “But I’m still here, you’re safe. Dabi has been captured. I’ll heal baby.”
You sniffled, “You’re so hurt.”
Keigo looked back at you and said, “Don’t cry. Please my dove, don’t cry for me.”
You wiped your eyes with the heel of your free hand and exhaled deeply, “I know. I know you’re alive and the injuries could be worse. But it still breaks my heart to see you like this. Your wings are gone.”
“They’ll grow back, they just need time.” He yawned,”Everything will be fine.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.” He said cheekily with another yawn. He continued to hold your hand as he started to drift off to sleep again.
You watched his hurt body. The stark white of the bandages across what felt like miles of burned skin. He was alive and you hoped his recovery would go smoothly.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:You haven’t eaten all day, but Keigo is going to make sure you do eat. Warning:Eating Problems, Food, Light Angst, Fluff Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
You barely ate all day. You had a minimal breakfast, no lunch and now it was dinner time. You accustomed yourself to going long periods without food. You’d find ways to supplement meals, too much coffee, a lot of water, even a nap. Anything to prevent you from eating.
It wasn’t healthy, you knew it. But you couldn’t help yourself sometimes. Sometimes you felt yourself get overwhelmed or anxious. You worried deeply about food and what would happen if you ate. Which is why when you entered the apartment you shared with Keigo you felt light headed and hungry.
“Hello, Dove.” He smiled as he greeted you at the front door, “How was work?”
“Good.” You said with a curt nod.
He tried to embrace you in a hug but you slinked away from him and to the bathroom. You tried to keep you composure as you aimlessly bit your tongue. A signal that you’re hungry but didn’t want to admit it.
You sighed and exited the bathroom. Keigo was standing in the hall, concerned marred his face as he kept his feathers low in worry.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, “I don’t feel too well.”
“How come, dove?” He asked as he approached you and took your hand. He placed a wing over your shoulder and held your hand.
You sighed and felt your stomach grumble at the lack of food you had all day. You leaned against him as you felt faint.
“Did you not eat today?” He asked.
You nodded slightly, “Yeah. I’m sorry.”
He looked at you and guided you to the couch, “You shouldn’t say sorry to me, you should day sorry to yourself. When you don’t eat, you’re hurting you.” He put you down on the couch and sat beside you. With his wing still around your shoulder.
You stomach grumbled once more, this time Keigo heard and it he looked at you sternly.
“Well you’re going to eat now.” He said, “We’re getting chicken and fries. Something filling.”
“I don’t know. The calorie count.” You grimaced.
“Ah, ah, ah, none of that my dove. You’re going to eat all of it and enjoy it.” He said, “You have no calories in your body.”
“I could afford to lose a few pounds.”
Keigo’s wings fluttered, “No, none of that. You’re perfect just the way you are and you need to realize that. If you don’t eat, you won’t get skinny. You’ll just get sick.” He said as he grabbed his laptop and opened to your favourite take out restaurant.
He ordered two chicken and fries meals, and goes you your favourite boba drink on the side. Tonight you were going to eat and you were going to eat well.
He pulled out his credit card and paid with no questions asked. As he waited for the take out, he kept his wings around you like a protective cocoon. He leaned in on occasion and kissed you.
“You promise you’re not mad at me?”
“Of course not! You have issues with eating, but I’m here to make sure that you get something in that stomach of yours. You can’t be a hero if you’re running on empty.”
“Thank you.” You said as tears welled up in your eyes, “I didn’t want you to get mad at me.”
“No, I think you’re perfect just the way you are. I know you think you’re the size of a house but you really don’t. If you were the size of a house how could you fit into a condo?”
You chuckled a little, “I guess you’re right. There’s just a lot of people who are hotter than me who would like to date you.”
“And I don’t want them. Why would I want them when I have my little dove.” He said as he gave you another kiss.
Eventually food came and you helped Keigo plate everything. Some nice fried chicken and fries with a side of coleslaw. You knew that it wasn’t the most heathy meal, but the way your stomach yearned for something made you plate it with no questions asked.
When you both sat back down on the couch, Keigo leaned over to your plate and brought it closer to your face. With that he started to feed you pieces of the chicken, bringing the leg to your face so you could take a bite.
He fed you the fry nubs that came at the bottom of the box and watched you lovingly as you ate your fill. He fed you every piece until there was nothing left but the bones.
“Full?” He asked, “Want some of mine?”
“No, no, you need to eat too.” You said.
He smiled, “Not even one more fry?”
You chuckled, feeling more like yourself again. You leaned over and stole a fry from his plate then sat fully back down. You happily ate it with a smile on your face. Even though the meal was fried and fatty, it settled well in your empty stomach.
He smiled at you with so much love as he started to eat his meal, satisfied that you ate something.
“Good job, my dear.” He said with his glowing smile.
Even though you knew that tomorrow might have its own set of challenges when it came to your eating, you trusted that Keigo would be there to support you in your recovery.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:You can’t run, you can’t hide, you can’t escape Keigo. Warning:Yandere, Minor Character Death, Short Fic Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Keigo licked his fingers of the blood of your dead partner. And got up from his crouch and looked at you with those golden eyes.
The eyes that held so much love and affection, now plagued with ravenous, unfulfilled love for you.
He was a monster
“I don’t think you understand, dove. I’ll kill for you.” He said as he turned two of his feathers into weapons, he brought one of the blades to your throat, “I mean it, I’ll kill for you.”
“You wouldn’t Keigo, you’re a hero.” You stammered.
He brought the blade closer to your throat, the sharpness of it almost cutting your throat, “I would because I love you.”
“You don’t love me, Keigo. You’re a monster.” You said as you tried to back away.
Keigo pulled the blade away from your throat and pressed a kiss against your lips, rough and passionately. His lips were chapped yet warm. It was almost loving if it weren’t with the blade he just held to your throat.
“Don’t leave me.” He said.
“Keigo.” You said.
“Don’t leave me.” He repeated, “I will kill anyone who gets in my way, including you if I have to.” He threatened.
You felt tears well up in you eyes as you stepped further back. You tried to turn the situation around by walking around him so you were closer to the door of your apartment. You felt fear at your core.
How was Keigo like this? He was so funny and loving? But now that you weren’t together, he broke into your apartment and threatened you. He was going to kill you if you tried to break apart this relationship.
“You know why I call you dove.’ He said as he stepped closer to you, his chest against yours.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because doves mate for life, and I want to mate you for life. A promise that you’re mine forever.” He warned, “Nothing will keep up apart.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Love makes your crazy, dove.” He said with a smile. The shadows casted him in a dark light as you stepped back, “And I’m in love with you.”
“I said it was over.” You barked as you stepped back further.
“Aw, dove. I thought that was all just a game between us. You and I playing the little games we play. You run and I catch you. You better not run now, because I will catch you.” He promised.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:You find a special bird on your balcony one night, you take him in and nurse him back to health. Warning:Injury, Mentions of blood, First Meeting Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
The sound of a thud against your balcony awoke you from your sleep. You pulled on a sweatshirt and slippers and walked to the balcony door near the living room.
You thought it was a bird, hitting the window. But it sounded too heavy for that, it was like someone dropped a bag of meat against the concrete. When you exited your bedroom, went down the hall to the living room.
What you didn’t see was a bird or a bag of meat, but Keigo Takami aka Hawks, slumped on his side on cracked concrete. His feathers scattered and his body bruised.
You gasped and instantly ran out to check on him.
“Mr. Takami.” You said as you crouched down to check his pulse. He still had one, and his breathing sounded normal. With your limited medical training, you dragged him into the apartment onto your couch.
He groaned softly when his body met the soft firmness of the couch.
“Mr. Takami? Hawks? Keigo?” You asked as you pressed your hand against his forehead.
He made a small muttered noise, like he was trying to take. You got up and took off his jacket to examine any cuts and bruises. It was then followed by his shirt and boots.
He laid there bloodied, bruised and passed out on your couch. You panicked and tried to grab your phone to call 911. As you held the phone to your ear, a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t call them.” he coughed, “I just need rest.”
You lowered the phone and hung up, “But you need to see a professional.”
He cracked open his eyes and shakily exhaled, “I’ll be fine, I just need rest. And some water.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Then patch me up.” He replied, “I can’t go to the hospital. Not unless I’m dying.” The commission taught him to never rely on the hospital system, that if a case goes south you needed to rely on yourself.
And right now Keigo was placing all of his trust into you. A civilian.
You nodded and stood up, “Okay, but after you rest I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Fine by me.” He said as he opened his eyes a little more, “What’s your name?”
You gave him your name before you excused yourself to go get the first aid kit from under the sink. You brought it back and he was sitting up on the couch and clutching his side.
You saw the massive cut across his ribs, the blood dribbled down to the couch. You knew you were going to have to clean it later.
He sighed, “I thought this was a lot better than it actually was.” He pulled his hand away to examine the blood, “This isn’t too good.”
His face looked paler from the blood loss. You quickly went over and tried to patch up some of it with what you had. But the blood seeped through anything you put on it.
“I think I’m going to need more than rest.” He said sarcastically. He put pressure back on the would with his hand and looked at you.
You tried not to laugh at his bad joke, you simply said, “Yeah.”
“You’re a life saver.” He remarked, “My angel.” His eyes were wide, but he still looked pale and like he was losing a lot of blood.
“Your life isn’t saved yet. Now can I called the ambulance?” You asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
With blood slightly stained on your hand, you called the EMTs and told them all your information and who was hurt. They took down your information and said they would be there soon. You were instructed to lie him back down and not stop talking to him.
“Thank you.” You said as you hung up and then put your phone back in your sweatpants pocket. You carefully laid him back down on the side was wasn’t bleeding.
You checked for any bruising or signs of a concussion. He hit the balcony hard enough to crack it.
“You’re an angel.” He said in a soft voice.
You chuckled, “I told you, I haven’t saved you yet. Now keep talking to me, tell me about you.”
Keigo rambled, you made sure that his speech wasn’t slurred or his eyes rolled back. He seemed pretty put together, probably because he had injured like this before. You fed him some water as he kept pressure on the wound on his side.
“You know, I really like you. Tell me more about you.” He smiled.
You chuckled, “How about over dinner sometime?” You fed him some more of the bottled water.
After he swallowed he said, “Oh dinner, I could go for dinner right now. I’m so hungry.”
With that there was a knock on the door. You went over to open it, and found the paramedics there. They brought in a gurney while another one of them talked to you about what happened. You listed every bruised and small cut you found on his chest and the large one of his side. You also mentioned the amount of feathers that now occupied your balcony. The entire time they spoke to you, Keigo held you hand for support.
You tried to let go so he could be moved, but he refused. You guessed he just didn’t like hospitals.
“Don’t let go.” He said, his voice becoming more lazy.
You looked at him for a brief moment, “I won’t.” And gave him a reassuring smile.
“We better have dinner sometime. When I’m all patched up.” He said.
You chuckled, “Of course.” Then went back to finishing your statement to the paramedic.
“Do you want to go out for dinner sometime? And maybe pay for the damage on your balcony.” Keigo said as the gurney was pulled up. He let go of your hand and was wheeled off.
“Okay, yeah we can!” You called after him, “I’d love that!”
“Awesome! Thanks for saving my life angel, I owe you one!” he called as he was brought down the hall and to the elevator.
You watched the EMTs leave, closing the door behind them. You sat back on your couch, you felt the wetness of his blood against the leather. Maybe he’d buy you a new couch too.
Reader: F Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: E Summary:Christmas is about sharing, and you and Keigo are getting down to share something else. But it doesn’t go as planned. Warning:Smut, Christmas, Kids A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Christmas morning, the snow was falling on the ground, the sun was just rising. It was a magical wintery day. But you and Keigo had other plans, as his hands graced your body.
“Merry Christmas.” He murmured against your lips as he felt up your sides.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Takami.”
“Happy Holidays, Mrs. Takami.” He chuckled as he went in for another kiss. You two laid there embraced in each other’s arms while he rubbed his hard clothed cock against the front of your sweatpants.
You leaned down as rubbed your hand against his clothed cock. You played with the tip and smiled into your kiss. His hands graced across the curve of your ass. He squeezed it gently.
“I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you too, birdbrain.”
He turned you over so you were on top of him and went back to kissing you passionately. His hands roamed your sides once more. He loved the feeling of your body in his hands, every inch of you was perfect from your rolls and curves to the stretch marks that lined your hips. It was something you’d shy away from, but Keigo thought they were beautiful.
“Tell me you love me.” He said quietly.
“I love you, Keigo. So much. This is our fifth Christmas together.” You smiled, “And it still feels as magical as the first.”
He took off your t-shirt and unhooked your bra. He stared lovingly at your chest and lifted his hands to them and started to palm at them.
“Can’t get enough of them can you?” You giggled as you leaned into his touch.
“Damn right.” He replied.
You pulled away and got your sweatpants and underwear off. You knew where this was going. There was no avoiding it. It was Christmas, it was a magical time. And no better time to get together.
“What about Okumura?” Keigo asked as he looked up at you.
“It’s still too early, he’s still asleep. Let’s just be quick about it.” You said as you sat on his hips fully naked.
Keigo’s wings flapped in anticipation as he pulled down his sweatpants and took off his t-shirt. You ran a finger across his chest and arms where a lot of his scars laid and leaned in to kiss them all as best as you could.
You loved your husband, even after all this time together you still held so much love for him. He was your shining Hawk, the love of your life. He often joked that hawks mate for life, and you wouldn’t mind being with him forever. He was the father to your first and only child, he took care of both of you so well.
He could be a little energetic sometimes and other times he was a tad bullheaded, but you still loved him at the end of the day. No one was going to take you away from your baby. You were all his and he was all yours.
His cock was hard against his stomach as he looked at you with lusty eyes.
“You know, you look so beautiful.” He remarked, “No one else is as beautiful as you. I could just devour you without a second thought.” He licked his lips.
You got back to straddling his waist and ran your hands up his chest, “I bet so.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” He said, “Can never get enough of this sweet ass of yours.” He leaned forward a bit to grab a hold of your bare ass.
“Oh yeah, why don’t you make love to me, Keigo. Like the amazing husband you are.” You winked as you quickly situated yourself onto his cock. The stretch had you gritting your teeth and your toes curling.
But your son was going to wake up at any moment and if you two wanted to get the deed done there was no room for that much foreplay. You placed your hands on his chest and he held onto your waist.
His wings fluttered in pleasure as you started to ride him gently. Your hips thrusted as you started to ride him. Your hands splay out your body at a certain angle to get the most of his cock inside of you.
“That’s it.” He said, “That’s the shit.”
You chuckled, “Such the sweet talker.”
The show hit against the window as you continued to ride him. The sun slowly crept along the horizon and bathed the bedroom in a soft gold light.
“This is the best Christmas present ever.” He sighed as his wings fluttered slightly.
You chuckled, “Does that mean I get to return the gift I got you?”
“Oh, no, no, I’d very much like that gift. You know how much I love Christmas.” He grinned from ear to ear.
You laughed and moved your hips a bit faster, “I know you do.” You kept at a steady pace, your pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, the feeling brought euphoria through your body.
Keigo’s wings fluttered from the pleasure, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. It was a vice grip around him and it drove him wild.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” You whispered as you continued to ride him.
He watched your breasts jiggle with every thrust, the curves of your body on full display as he took eyeful of you. You looked amazingly remarkable completely nude on top of him. His hands slid up your sides and rested on your hips.
“Fuck yeah, keep going. Keep going babe. Fuck I love you.” He gasped.
You nodded and continued your heavy pace. It quickened over time as you ground your pussy against him, his cock made you painfull full.
“I love you, merry fucking christmas.” He hissed.
“I love you too, Keigo. So much. I’m glad I could give you one present early.” You chuckled.
Keigo tilted his head back and dug his hands into your hips, he thrusted up to match your speed as your pussy was a vice around his cock. It felt amazing.
“Thanks, babe. Always looking out for me.” He grunted.
You two carried on with his pace, going back and forth and you rode him. Your hands remained planted on him and his hands stuck to your hips. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
He licked your bottom lip for a few moments before your teeth started to clank together and you made out. Pleasure built up in your gut as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. It was a good feeling to have morning sex.
“I love you.” He said almost breathlessly, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, fuck Keigo I love you.” You replied in an equally quiet tone.
He thrusted up into you and you bit back a loud moan as you felt a shiver of pleasure race down your spine. You were so close to your orgasm, you felt yourself chasing after it. It was a feeling you felt a million times but since it was with Keigo it felt different and special.
“I can’t get enough of you, even after so many Christmases together, I never get enough. Even after all the years of us as a couple. One wedding, one kid, so much time together. I’ve never stopped loving you.” He groaned quietly, “Merry christmas babe.”
You chuckled at Keigo’s declaration of love. You simply leaned back in and kissed him on the lips once more. Both of you are so close to achieving your orgasms.
You were just about to reach yours when you heard a knock on the door.
“Mama! Papa!” A tiny voice called, “It’s Christmas!”
It was Okumura. Your son.
“Oku, hold up, mommy will be there in a second.” You said as you instantly got off of Keigo’s dick and scrambled to get your clothes back on. You managed to find your underwear, sweatpants and t-shirt, the bra was long missing.
The door opened and your three year old son ran in and jumped on your side of the bed. You were thankfully clothed and back on the bed. You picked up your son and kissed him on the face.
Keigo was under the covers and at a loss for words. He was about to achieve his own orgasm too, but that was gone. However his cock was still painfully hard.
“Papa! It’s christmas!” Okumura shouted.
Keigo nodded dumbly, his brain still trying to require itself to talk. Instead he just gaped in an attempt to collect his thoughts.
You looked over to your husband and chuckled, “Happy holidays, honey.”
“Let’s go open presents, mama.” Okumura cheered as he threw his little arms up in the air.
You got up from the bed, still holding your son. You gave one more look to his husband that read that you two would finish what you started later. But for now you have to celebrate Christmas.
“Merry Christmas, mama.” Your little boy said.
Keigo needed a few more minutes before he could start celebrating.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:Sometimes you just want to be held by the love of your life. Warning:Fluff, Crying Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
the first thing you felt was the protectiveness of a wing over your shoulders, secondly came an arm that reached out and wrapped around those same shoulder.
You wiped your tear away and looked over and saw Keigo sitting beside you on the bed. He was holding you close to him and rubbing part of your shoulder with his thumb.
“What’s wrong my dove?” He asked, “Why are you crying?” And carefully wiped a few stray tears with his other wing.
You sniffled, “I just had such a terrible day at work. Nothing felt like it was going right. I felt like a failure. I hate myself so much.”
“Dove.” He said, “Don’t hate yourself, you’re perfect. I love you.”
“I’m not perfect, Keigo. I’m a mess, I can’t do anything right.” You sighed as you started to cry again.
He hugged you closer and pecked the top of your head, “No, no, dove, don’t say that about yourself. I love you so much, you’re perfect to me.”
You looked at your hands and sharply exhaled, you felt like such an idiot crying over one bad day. It was so childish, but you couldn’t help yourself. You felt so stressed out by the day and just wanted it to end.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked.
“Will you lie down with me?” You asked as you looked to him, “I think I just want to lie down for a little while.”
“Of course.” Keigo said as he laid down beside you with his arms wrapped around you and his face in your neck.
His wing covered you gently in an effort to protect your further. He gently kissed you neck and whispered, “I love you, you’re my perfect dove.”
“Doves are just pretty pigeons.” You grumbled against him.
He chuckled, “Well you’re the prettiest pigeon I’ve ever seen.”
You turned over in his arms and kissed him on the lips, “Just hold me for a while, Keigo.”
“I will, my little dove. Always.” He aid as he leaned in to kiss you again. He’d always protect you. No matter how bad your day was, he’d always protect you.
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks Rating: G Summary:A day out with Keigo Warning:Fluff, Dates Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Keigo met you at the train station. He had been away for hero work for a few days and wanted to spend his day off with you. He was excited to see you and got to the train station early so he didn’t miss you.
But the entire time there just fluttering his wings and looking around excitingly. When he saw you, he rushed over and held you in his arms.
“Kid!” He chirped.
You chuckled, “We’re the same age, Keigo. I’m not a kid.”
He let go of you and slung an arm over your shoulders, “I know, I know. But it’s still fun to say. Oh I missed you so much.”
You took the train downtown, Keigo tried to make sure that his wings didn’t get too much in the way. He ended up in the corner of the train car with you behind him, protected by his wings.
“Comfortable, babe?” He asked.
“Yep, We get off at the next stop.” You replied.
You both got off the train and when you had enough room, Keigo stretched out his wings. He hated public transit, but he knew that you got scared when he carried you in flight.
You exited the station hand in hand and started on your trek across the main road. There was a lot to see, schoolchildren, food stalls, the occasional fan that wanted to take a photo with Keigo. There were arcades and shopping malls. The streets were alive and abuzz with the sights, sounds and smells of the food, people, and traffic.
Keigo kept you close to him, one of his wings was partially extended to cover your back as you walked down the street with him. He had great hearing which sometimes made the city a little being overwhelming and he was worried about you getting hurt.
“Are you okay?” You assured him.
“I’m fine, today isn’t so bad. Weekends are worse.” He replied as he kissed you on the cheek.
You entered a toy store and Keigo found a plush version of himself. He gushed at it and held it up for you to see, “Look it’s me. Now you can have me with you always!”
“Possessive much.”
“I’m not possessive.” He pouted, “Just loving. Do you want it?”
You chuckled, “Sure, Keigo. I’ll have my own little Keigo to protect me while I sleep.”
He beamed, “Damn ri-” He looked over and saw a child staring at him, “I mean DARN right.” and sheepishly smiled at the kid.
“You’re something else, aren’t you, Keigo.” You laughed.
“Yeah, but you love me. You love me so much.” He drew out as he walked over to the cash to pay for the plush toy.
You carried it in your arms the rest of the day, a little Keigo to call your own. You went to a few bookstores, wandered around the mall. You tried on some clothes at a few of the boutiques inside the shopping centre.
Keigo liked the outfits you picked and suggested that you both come back another time to try on clothes.
“I keep wearing the same jacket.” He joked, “Best Jeanist said I need to broaden my horizon.”
You both got hungry by mid afternoon, Keigo’s stomach started to rumble when you passed by a restaurant near the shopping mall. It made Keigo stop right away.
“I think I’m getting hungry.” He pointed out.
“We have been doing tons of walking, maybe some food would do us good.” You smiled, “What do you want to get.”
“Chicken katsu.”
“I don’t think you eat any meat other than chicken.” You laughed.
“I don’t think so either.” He chuckled, “What it’s a versatile meat!”
You laughed and entered the restaurant, “This places had katsu, c’mon.”
Keigo paid for the late lunch, he even bought you a drink while you finished your chicken katsu. He watched you eat, and occasionally picked a few grains of rice off your plate.
“You’re like a bird.” You joked.
He laughed, “Well, they call me Hawks for a reason.”
You let him finish the last pieces of chicken and rice which he happily ate, when he pretty much licked the plate clean you both got up and exited the restaurant.
You yawned loudly and stretched your hands over your head, “It’s been a good day.” When you dropped your arms, he took your by the hand and half onto it tightly.
“I love you.” He said..
“I love you too.” You replied with a smile.
When you took the train back home, you closed your eyes for a moment and laid your head on Keigo’s shoulder. You sighed happily as you snuggled closer to him.
Keigo puffed out his wings sightly and used one of them to protect you while you rested beside him.
“Thanks, Keigo.” You said with a yawn, tired from your long day out together.
tw: smut! overstimulation, male ahegao, spit swallowing, do tell if i missed any!
does anybody else think about pro-hero hawks in there on the bed with you in the cow girl position.
you‘ve ridden him with all your might and now his hands are gripping your ass like a fucking vice. his face is blissed out after you‘ve brought out his fourth load of the night.
he‘s surely near overstimulated as he whispers your name underneath his panted breath. sweet calls of your name as he swallows the mix of yours and his saliva.
but you don‘t stop there.
you start riding him once again with your hands now on the headboard, your lust filled eyes looking at him tauntingly as his golden ones widen. there‘s a whine that leaves past his swollen lips as the hold on your ass becomes weak.
but he hasn‘t said the safe word, so you continue.
with every downward movement, his face becomes more and more dumbed out. his eyes are half lidded with hearts on the pupils, his tongue poking out more and more. an abundance of his whines growing higher in pitch with every thrust.
for such a fucked out, overstimulated baby you‘d think he‘d beg you to stop or for him to simply allow you to take over.
but he doesn‘t. it surprises you that he even is still thrusting upwards matching your speed to meet your hole even though his cock is pouring cum with every twitch.
don‘t worry though, he isn‘t broken, you haven‘t broken him in yet. because if you have, he surely would be bending himself over and spreading his own cheeks with the pleas of “please fuck me!” leaving past his lips.
warnings reader’s birthday, club setting, implied drinking, slight swearing, and flirty!hawks
genre modern au, suggestive ( ig )
word count1.5k
inspiration my ✨ imagination ✨
synopsis with it being your birthday, you’re aware of the gifts you’ll get. but the last thing you expect is for a generous, handsome man to make your night
You blew out your candles as your friends hit the last notes to your happy birthday song. They cheered, a few taking pictures while the others had their flash right in your face for video memory.
“Our girl’s finally 21! How’s it feel, ___?” Your friend closest to you, Jasmine, nudged your shoulder.
You hummed. Taking the candles out of your cake. “I don’t feel any different. Just can say I drink at the legal age, I guess.” You sneered, garnering a slap on the shoulder from Jasmine.
Spending your 21st at a high priced club was certainly not your idea. You would’ve settled for shots and cake at your apartment but your friends shot down that idea before you could even finish. Settling for your local ( and go to ) bar was something you also would’ve been down to do. But, of course, they insisted you all needed to be at the best in your city for your birthday.
You appreciated it. Especially since they all collectively covered the table. But the lights and music were starting to get to you. You had done your fair share of dancing, fair share of drinking, fair share of talking. Now, you just wanted to go home and sleep off that drinking portion of the night.
“Don’t tell me you getting tired,” On the opposite side of the table, your other friend deadpanned. Having the rest follow with a chorus of complaints and whines.
You held your hands up in defense. “My head is spinning and I want to be in my warm bed. Is that too much to ask for?”
Another friend countered. “Yes when I spent my whole paycheck to cover part of the table, hoe.” You snorted at her response.
“Fine. I just need something to get me back into…” You were saying as you brought your glass of water to your lips. But as your gaze drifted acrossing the seating area, your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Hazel eyes that belonged to a very handsome man. And for some reason that handsome man was staring at you.
If your glass had been any closer you’re sure you would’ve choked. But you just placed it down and quickly averted your view to your friend group.
“Are you alright?” Jasmine cocked an eyebrow at your sudden flustered appearance.
“Hot guy at 3 o’clock.” Your whispered through teeth. Jasmine eyes circled into saucers as she tried her best to be discreet.
“Oh blondie. He’s hot. He’s been watching you like a hawk ever since we got our table though.” She admitted nonchalantly before taking a sip from your drink.
Your jaw fell ajar. “And you didn’t care to tell me!” You whisper-shouted.
“I’m just suprised you haven’t noticed.” Jasmine laughed. You shook your head. Your curiousity took over you and you let your eyes flicker back to his table. Your chest fell in relief seeing as he was making conversation with a waiter.
But your anxiety levels rose again when said waiter was beelining for your table right after talking to hazel. The waiter had caught your whole table’s attention.
“Is something wrong?” One of your friends immediately inquired.
“Ah! No, Mister Keigo would like to know if he could take over the bill of this party.” You physically paused, along with your friends.
“Who?” The waiter answered your friend’s question with a point of his pen to where hazel or better yet, Mister Keigo, was seated in mid coversation with one of his tablemates.
You gulped. “He insisted?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Before you could refuse the offer, Jasmine cut in. “Tell him thank you!” Your eyes widened but none of your other friends seemed to argue.
“But—” her hand slapped over your mouth.
“Thank you.” She iterated.
The waiter nodded and made his way back towards Mister Keigo’s table. Your table sat in shock, similar looks on their faces.
“A hot guy paying for your table bill? He wants you.” Your friend opposite from you proclaimed. This time you actually choked. Your hand smacked Jasmine’s hand away from you.
“He does not!”
“He so does.” They all mused.
You scoffed, a slight pout on your face. “I feel bad.”
“Here you go,” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Just accept the sweet offer, ___.”
“Iam, but I feel like I need to thank him.” You glanced over to his table to where he was obviously signing something from the waiter. Most likely your bill.
Jasmine smacked her hand on your shoulder. “Then do that. While you’re at it see if he’ll take you home, I bet he wants some birthday cake if you catch my drift…”
Your friends laughed as you glared at Jasmine. “I will only be saying thank you then taking my leave.” You peeled her hand from your shoulder, shuffling from your seat at the booth.
“Don’t act like you don’t want him!” She called while you were already a couple feet from the table.
You didn’t, right? You tried to convince yourself that. You weren’t the type to do hook ups or sleep with strangers. But with every step you took closer to the V.I.P section, the pit in your stomach dug deeper. You knew his eyes were following you. It sent chills down your spine. But you continued to stride to the velvet rope and buffed security guy who held said rope.
“And you are?” He asked.
You stammered, opening your mouth while no words came from it. Your hope of thanking him started to slip but then a voice cut in.
“She’s with me, Vince.” You both simultaneously looked over to who it came from. And lo and behold, Mister Keigo in all his glory saving your ass from being booted from his section.
“You sure, Mister Keigo?” He strode over, clad in a sleek black suit, his sharp honey eyes fixated on your figure. You looked away, you barely knew him and he already had an effect on you.
“Now why would I ever lie, Vince?” His voice fit him so well. His tone that toed into teasing territory nearly made you shudder.
“Alright, lady.” You pursed your lips as the velvet rope was opened for you. Taking the opportunity to step past it and land in front of Mister Keigo.
Your eyes still fought for whether you should try to hold eye contact with him or just stare at the floor.
“Looking for me?” He asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, starting to heat up in embarrassment when you simply nodded.
His laughter is what had your eyes flicker up to meet his for the third time tonight. He basically towered you, he was intimidating. But something about him also made it clear that he was chill.
Maybe it was the way he spoke. Or just how you got a slither of the way he carries himself.
“Well?” He lifted an eyebrow, a smirk etched on his face.
“I-I just wanted to thank you for paying the bill, Mister-”
“Ah,” he interrupted you. “Call me Keigo, I don’t mind.”
“Really?” You thought back to what the waiter and security guard referred to him as.
He nodded, his blonde locks shifting a bit. “Completely fine with me.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to thank you. There was no need, I appreciate it.” You finally got what you wanted to say out. Internally sighing in relief andvictory.
Keigo smiled. “No problem. Just consider it a birthday gift from me, yea?”
“Ye-yea, of course.” You nodded. You didn’t know what to say. Here you were, talking to one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen, who had pay for your bill like it was nothing.
“No problem…” Keigo titled his head as he trailed off.
“Oh! It’s ___, call me ___.”
“___.” He hummed. “What a pretty name. It fits you perfectly, in my opinion.” The way he lifted his eyebrow nearly made your knees buckle underneath you.
“Ah, thank you. But are you sure there’s no way I can repay you?” It was out of your control how your tone automatically borderlined on lustful. His presence made you feel hot. And his mesmerizing gaze didn’t help.
Keigo smiled devilishly, leaning forward a bit, a few inches from your face. “Is there anything you had in mind, Miss ___?”
Your breath got caught in your throat. You could practically hear your friends squealing from the other side of the room.
“It would be up to you to pick wouldn’t it?” You tried to best to match his energy. But he was so smooth. Keigo laughed, it was deeper this time while there was this particular glint in his eyes.
“Is that so?” Having no rebuttle, you nodded again. Silently letting him win.
Keigo stood upstraight again. “Here,” he took a napkin from a nearby table. Quickly asking to borrow a pen from a passing waiter.
“We can discuss it over the phone, if that’s fine with you?”
Your eyes followed as he wrote his digits down, his name in nice print right above it. “Yea. That’s fine.” You answered like you were in some trance.
“Great. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He handed you the napkin. You took that as your signal to head back to your section.
“I’ll make sure not to lose this then…” You smiled, walking away slowly but surely. With another one of his entrancing smirks, you turned around. Releasing a deep sigh before reaching Vince. But before you could exit through that velvet rope.
anon asked: I requested this a while ago but I think tumblr ate it. Could you maybe write Hawks comforting his S/O who recently got a diagnosis that’s freaking them out? I was recently told I might have a heart condition and it’s been freaking me out. If this isn’t okay for you to write then feel free to not write it. Thank you!
a/n: I hope you are faring well and just know that you’re giving an amazing battle no matter the disease you might have, know I’m proud of you for being such a strong person and pulling through this. Also know that my messages are always open for anyone who feels like ranting or releasing pent up feelings, I’m here for you. Love ya <3
TW: bad diagnosis, no disease mentioned just the bad news, crying and breaking down.
KEIGOreceived the news through text. It was short and curt, a sign someone else had written it and not you. His heart dropped to his stomach upon the diagnosis, the files in his hands slipping away and spilling near his feet, eyes glued to the screen. He flies out of the agency and straight to the hospital, frantic labored breathing escaping his lips as he checks in at the main office and is led to your room. Your parent is standing outside, a troubled expression on their face as they clutch your phone in their hands. They step aside allowing him to enter, tear strikes on their cheeks as they quickly look away. You’re sitting on the bed facing the wall, fingers playing with your feather necklace, eyes blank as silent tears run down your cheeks. He sits next to you in silence, wings enveloping you as a shield and gently nudging you to lean on his shoulder, his fingers searching yours through the deafening silence. You begin to sob then, uncontrollable and loud, cutting off your breathing short and as he quickly brings you into his chest, he too feels your pain at the news. He strokes your hair, humming a small tune to calm you down, wiping away your tears with his thumb and leaving small kisses on your hairline. “Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise you we’ll get through this.”
AIZAWAwas there. He witnessed the doctor’s crestfallen face, your smile disappearing, how your hands trembled and your face paled at the news. He caught you as you fell to your knees, thanking the doctor on their way out and holding you tightly to his chest as sobs wrecked your body. The news were bad, devastating and right now as you fell apart in his arms he didn’t know what to tell you to make you feel better. So he didn’t say anything. He just rocked you both back and forth, arms tightening around your frame and letting you claw at his chest. No hero training could prepare him for something like this, in reality he too wanted to burst into tears. Right now he wouldn’t because you needed him to be strong, you needed him in these moments and you always came first in his mind. Kissing the top of your head he grabbed your hand bringing it up to his lips allowing his actions to speak for him. “Shouta I can’t-” “Of course you can.” His voice was soft and soothing almost as if he was afraid to break the silence. “You are the strongest person I know and if anyone can beat this it’s you. You’ll pull through, you’ll make it work.” He knew the sun would shine through, even if the sky seemed clouded at the moment.
The email came on RUMI’s phone. You had given the clinic her email address for some reason and she was the first to know. Reading through it, at first she thought they had made a mistake. This couldn’t be right… You were perfectly healthy! This must be a mistake. But upon continuing down the diagnosis she began finding things that had changed throughout the past few months. Symptoms that the both of you had taken too lightly blaming it on allergies, the weather, the strong wind or the rain that you had been caught in on the way home. How was she supposed to tell you? How was she supposed to look you in the eyes and share something like this? Dialing your phone number she asked you to meet her at your favorite cafe and order whatever you wanted from the menu while you waited. She found you with an untouched strawberry shortcake in front of you and a brightnining smile, not a care in the world. Sitting down, she intertwined her fingers with yours giving them a firm squeeze and running her finger over your wedding ring. With a deep sigh she began: “I have some news, darling…”
if you were dating keigo and he hadn’t seen you in person for a really long time due to work keeping him busy for long periods of time he would totally buy the shampoo and conditioner you usually use/his favorite that you use and he would use it just to remember your scent because he misses you that much… bye i still love this man soo much
Request:how would dabi and/or hawks act towards a reader who is a bit hesitant during sex and wants to have sex in the dark, or not take all the clothes off, hides from him, etc.?
A/N:I feel like Hawks may feel like a bit ooc seeing how I have my own analysis of him, so yeah, take it how you will!!
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Dabi:
At first Dabi just thinks that you aren’t in the mood to do much, so he lays off. He gives you the space you need and tests the waters by lying in your bed seeing if you’d tell him to leave. Instead, you curl right next to him with your hand holding tightly onto his. He isn’t sure how to respond to that, and just lies beside you, his eyes stuck on the ceiling and breath held as you cling to him. You want him there, and he can rest knowing that knowing that it isn’t him, but maybe some other reason that you’re nervous or not in the mood despite how you kissed him. The pink of his tongue flashes out at the memory, swiping at the dip of his cupid’s bow. It’s better not to think about it for now; not when you’re beside him.
You’ve started to wear just the right amount where you don’t have to show much, but it’s enough to where he can fool around with you. He doesn’t complain because you look nice and during the frenzy of it, the rushing heat and need to be close to you, time is wasted on removing clothes. And then it starts to become a habit, where he tries to remove your shirt and you lay on your stomach, begging for him to hurry and he obliges, kissing the hollow part of your neck where your pulses quickens under his touch. It’s only after that he realizes he hadn’t gotten a chance to see you bare. It doesn’t take much to figure out that you might be a bit shy of your body- or uncomfortable with it- something that he might not be able to put into words to describe your feelings, but enough to understand.
He understands it- that being whatever it is that you’re feeling. Maybe not in the way that you feel, but he can understand the basics of it. He isn’t insecure about his body- at least not in a way that he wants to hide himself from the world- or at the very least from you. He’s aware of his burns, skin and burns stapled to him, but his physical appearance is the least of his concerns when he has more pressing matters. And while a part of him misses when he was young, when he was still unblemished and not filled with this inky darkness that drowns him, he’s moved on from that old sense of longing that plagued him. What you feel and what he feels, are two different things, but he can still understand. He isn’t sure what you want to hear, or what you need to hear. He never really figured out what it is that he told himself.
Since he doesn’t know what to say, he won’t try to comfort you. It’s more in a sense that he doesn’t know what to say, how to make you feel better without feeling as if every word is being forced out and it is genuine but to him, it sounds like some lie. He does try, but it’s nervy and rough, words that fall flat and he can only soothe his mistake by kissing you and pulling close, trying to hold onto your body and kiss at what you allow him to. It’s like this weird, jittery feeling that he’s filled with, something primal that makes him want to touch you and being unable to, makes him fester, blood hot and hands trying to hold what he can, leaving the crescents of his nails indented in your skin. He wants to make you feel good and know that you should feel good, but it comes off like some sad attempt of body positivity that leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
It takes time. He tries to follow your pace, but even so, he wants to touch you. He wants to feel the softness of your skin, he needs to feel the soft rise of your belly, to see the pale lines of your stretch marks wrap around your thighs. Dabi doesn’t want to rush you, so whatever you want- hiding under the covers, doing it in the dark, he’ll nod and won’t question it. He wants to see you, but he’d rather not push you away from him. When you do decide to show skin, he doesn’t say a word- he swallows and there’s a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. His hands trace over your body, finding each curve without the layer of cloth that separates his hands from you. Acting as if it’s the first and only time he’d ever see you so, he commits everything to memory- trying to kiss every freckle, trace his fingers over your stretch marks, feel the curve and dip from your belly and navel.
Takami Keigo:
The last thing that Keigo ever wants to do in his relationship with you, is rush you into something that you aren’t comfortable with. It leaves the relationship slow, an almost uncomfortable pace, because it leaves all the power to you. When sex does come up, and you’d rather have the lights off, he’s agreeing to it without much questioning. Whatever you want, is done at your own pace. However, once the relationship progresses to a point where you and him are comfortable enough to ask for what you both want, he does start to find it odd with how shy you are. He calls it up to you being insecure about- something, something he isn’t sure about.
He knows that you’re insecure about something, but he isn’t sure how to go about it. Maybe you aren’t insecure, but rather just shy about the act of intimacy about something. He doesn’t let himself get all too worried about; letting you come to him at your own pace. Of course, he wants to see you and touch you in a way that is intimate, but he doesn’t want to force you to do it, so he waits, and takes what he can get. If you’d rather have the lights off or wear something with easy access to you, then he’ll bury the questions and pleading to see more of you and simply do what he can to make you feel good. He’s supposed to be the cool, collected superhero, and that’s what he’ll be to you, nodding his head and going along with what you want, because he doesn’t want to drive you away.
Every attempt of his to actually talk to you about yourself and your habit, always ends in an awkward smile. He doesn’t know what to say. He is aware of who he is- how much he is lusted after, how his mutation works for him, how admired he is solely for who he is. He can’t understand your insecurity, at least not in the way that it won’t sound so false and reminiscent of a time when he was younger. He tries to uplift you, calling you pretty and holding you at every chance he gets, rubbing his nose along the crook of your neck or pecking at your shoulder. He wants to make you feel good- he doesn’t know what it is that you don’t want him to see, and it irks him in a way that makes him anxious. He’s stuck thinking about you and every chance to talk about it with you leaves the both of you sitting far away from each other, feelings being unable to be expressed in words. His feathers are tense, a few hidden ones twisting upon themselves in unease and longing.
All the want and curiosity builds up in him, and he wants to see you. It’s this urge to try to catch glances at you when you change, letting his eyes linger for a bit too long as you stand, trying to clean the top shelf, stretching your body, the flash of your stomach showing between your lifted shirt has him craning his neck, hoping- wishing- to see more of you. His hands are on you during sex, breath and lips to the shell of your ear, as he pleads in a broken voice to see more of you. His hands twisted at the covers, trying to touch your skin, trying to see past the darkness, to force himself to try to catch a glimpse of your body. It’s feral and deep seeded inside of him, the urge to just see you, making his body run hot, burning and heart beating against the inside of his chest as if it were trying to fly out of his body. He’ll whine and beg on his knees, his head between your thighs, trying to urge you to remove everything else, to let him just see you.
It’s the suspense that kills him. A part of him knows that your body will look just like any other type of body. He’s known you long enough to know about any scars, quirks, or anything about your body. When you finally decide to peel off the cloth, and show him your skin, you’re bashful, turning your head away from him, a dark flush running from your chest to your neck, to the plump of your cheeks, and the tip of your ears. And he can only kiss you, his feathers jittery and loose, a few trying to your head to look at him. Keigo kisses where he can, his feathers fluttered and twisted in your hand and it only makes a chill run down his spine. There’s a smile on his lips that doesn’t fade as he kisses you and it’s so youthful that has you breathing heavily, a feather pressed to your lips as you kiss the soft plumage.
♡TAGS♡ bird traits galore, frenemies to lovers, Hawks acts kinda like an a-hole, strong language, mention of injuries, reader is very sassy, mentions of medicine, female-presenting reader, fab reader
♡SUMMARY♡ during a long shift at a hospital, you’re dragged into the same room as a certain well-known pro. after a conversation that leaves you exhausted and wishing to never see the number 3 pro again, you discover you’ve become pro-hero Hawks’ number 1 nurse.
♡A/N♡Hello!! My name is Buni and this is my first fic in a min so if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know! Kindly please, I’m easily hurt Anyway! This entire fic is 100% @/andypantsx3 fault! Blame her for the bird shenanigans! And maybe go to her blog and read all of her amazing fics
-As a young mother YN didn’t know what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.
Chapter 5: At The Daycare
You’ve been working here for 2 years. 2 years in working in this daycare, you’ve seen a total of 5 children grow with you and your son.
Megumi Nanase a 4 year old girl with short pink hair and red eyes, she’s the oldest among your regulars you’ve been with her in her mid 1 year old. And you’ve taken care of her so well that her brother was also left in your care. Tsugumi Nanase a 2 year old boy with white hair and red eyes.
Choko Akimiya is the second youngest you take care of. She’s a green hair and eyes with Chrysiridia Rhipheus wings. She’s also the only one among everyone with a mutant quirk so as of now she’s the only one with quirk.
Shizuo Shibata, 3 years old. He had golden eyes and long blond hair. He’s really the cutest and you could tell he knows that.
Gintoki Sohma is a 3 year old boy with teary violet eyes and orange hair. He has been the one with you longest, his parents had been the one to suggest the daycare. He’s also Sato’s self proclaimed best friend.
Of course you still had other children come and go but these 5 had been with you since they were 1 so yeah, they were always here except on Sundays. Their parents had been incredibly helpful and they adore you so much.
“Choko-chan~!” Choko’s father sang.
She turned to the voice in awe. “Papa!!!” She flew towards her father’s arms.
“Good afternoon L/N-chan!!” He greeted.
“Good afternoon Akimiya-san.” You smiled.
You would’ve bowed and all but you had an infant in your arms as the child’s parents were running late.
Akimiya-san was in his usual suit, he must’ve come here as soon as he finished his work. Most of the fathers here were like that.
“I’m late! Fu-” An unfamiliar voice cursed.
“Excuse there are kids please stop that!” You called after before he finished.
You saw someone you weren’t sure who. He had long orange hair that was tied into a low pony tail, his gray eyes looked at you behind his shades. He was wearing a suit, which was somehow familiar.
“Is that Leo?!” Megumi gasped.
Oh… right. Leo was a new up and coming hero. He had grown a number of fans as one of the most eligible bachelor hero, if you weren’t mistaken he was ranked 7th.
“Uncle?” Gintoki turned to Leo. “Is papa not here?”
Leo sighed, “No he isn’t available. Come on we need to go home.”
The kids were shocked. They all leave at the same time, and it was usually after dinner. So the fact Gintoki was about to leave first made him tear up.
“B-But… t-they haven’t left yet…”
“Well, their parents aren’t here. But I am here so, you are getting picked up. Let’s go.”
And now he started crying. And as children go, when one cries everyone cries. Even Choko who was on her father’s arms started crying. And their loud bawls woke up the infant in your arms.
“Could everyone please calm down? Come on… let’s stop crying…” You smiled at them.
Sota being the most level-headed among them was patting the back of the other children while you carry Gintoki in your arms.
“Excuse me Leo-san?” Akimiya called the hero who was now scared as he made all the children cry. Akimiya had let go of Choko by now as she just want to hold Gintoki to prevent anyone from taking him.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make them cry.”
Akimiya laughed lightly, “Don’t worry. It’s your first time it’s normal. The kids had gotten used to staying until everyone gets picked up at once. They want to stay together as much as possible.”
“If that was the case couldn’t nii-san just ask his wife to pick up Gin. I was busy.” Leo grumbled.
Akimiya pulls Leo to a chair. “Leo-san can I know your name?”
“Sohma Chuuya, Gintoki’s uncle.”
“Sohma-san, I’m Akimiya Rin.” He took Chuuya’s hand and shook it. “Okay so you see that blue haired kid patting the blond kid?”
Chuuya nodded.
“He’s Sato L/N,” Pointing at you Rin continued. “Her son.”
Chuuya was shocked. He looked at you and Sota. “Isn’t she too young?”
Rin shrugged, “Well the point of me informing that is, Sato-kun doesn’t have a father.”
“Huh?”
“Y/N doesn’t know who Sato’s father is. And we fell in love with Sato when we met him. So there’s an unspoken agreement around the 4 of us parents. As everyone is busy on morning, we decided to do it at afternoon. Only us fathers could pick up the kids, so we could play with all 4 children before we leave. We usually play games that’s played between father and son, while the girls are left in Y/N’s care. We become the father Sato doesn’t have.”
Chuuya looked at Sato who was hugging Shizuo who had stopped crying. Everyone had actually. You were now talking to them.
“Why?”
“We don’t know. Those two, are just something. There’s just something on them that makes you want to help them. And of course they don’t take it by granted, Y/N was the one who thought Megumi, the pink hair and Shizuo, the blond boy how to walk. The one who thought Tsugumi, Choko and Gintoki how to talk. She filmed all of those too. Can you see all those tapes displayed? Those are all the takes.”
“That’s really, nice?”
“She’s bought all those tapes and lets us have a copy for free. We only pay her for taking care of the kids and their food.” Rin smiled. “Did you also know, Sato’s second words were Gin? Your brother had thought him how to say that. His first steps were towards Megumi. We all watched him grow.”
“Huh…” Chuuya watched as you take care of Gin. “Is she… still single?”
Rin scoffed. “He is but not for you.”
Chuuya blushed, “Not why I asked!!”
He stood up, “Thanks for telling me about that Akimiya-san.”
He walked up to Gin but Sata stood in front of him with his dull expression.
“Lease no mae In wy.” Sato said.
Chuuya was confused as to what the blue haired kid said, thankfully Megumi translated.
“Yeah! Stay away from Gin! You’re a bad hero! You made Gin and everyone cry!”
Chuuya knelt to their level and petted their head.
“I’m sorry for making you cry. I won’t take Gin anymore. I’ll wait.” He smiled.
Gintoki heard and turned to his uncle, “I-I won’t leave yet?”
“Nope! We’ll stay here and play later too.”
With everything resolved the kids ran to Chuuya’s arms which made him fall over. They began to play with him.
Not long after the infant’s mother came to pick her child up and paid then left.
“Megumi~ Tsugumi~ Daddy’s here!!!”
“Daddy!!”
“Dada!!!”
Holding Tsugumi’s hand Megumi guided her brother towards their dad.
“Shizuo!!!!”
“Dad!!!”
Chuuya noticed the look on Sato while he looked at the kids running into their fathers. You were on your phone at the moment as you were planning to surprise Sato on meeting his now favorite hero.
Sato looked at his arm, “Papa…” He mumbled only for Chuuya to hear.
Chuuya felt his heart broke when he heard that. He wanted to walk over to you and ask more about Sato but then.
“Sato~!” A singy-song voice called.
Everyone was shocked. They didn’t expect anyone else, that at it was another man.
You grinned, you saw Sato’s eyes light up. You thought he knew who came. Sato clumsily stood up and with his arms extended he waddled towards the door. The door opened and it revealed someone. Sato didn’t bother looking at who it was, he just hugged their leg.
hehehehehehehehehehhe kinda a filler yeah, but heyyyyy I’m about to give u frens Yeah all of them are not canon. Their names are just mashed up anime character names and yeah! OCs!
I wrote this piece a long time ago, so if it sucks, blame past me.
Word count: 700
Requested: Nope, an old draft.
Info: Both y/n and Hawks are pro-heroes.
Warning: Fluff.
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You had been working with Hawks for a little over a year now. In the start, Hawks would often be the one to train with you, and soon you both began joking around while training
It all started with him complimenting you for your speedy and reaction time. That’s when you decided to make a joke about you two being like predator and prey.
You don’t know why, but Hawks lost his shit.
Since you had a mouse quirk, you often had night parole. You would often show up to work, Hawks was about to leave. You two would always stop and chat with each other before you two went your separate ways.
Sometimes you and Hawks had parole together, it wasn’t very often, but when it happened, you two always had a blast.
It didn’t take long for you to develop a crush on Hawks. Even though you’ve had a long and hard day, Hawks would always make it a little better.
If you two had parole together, and nothing was happening, you two would just be joking around.
And if anything did happen, but you two were too far away, Hawks wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up and fly you guys to the scene.
Even fighting, you two were good together. You would often distract the villain from the ground, while Hawks would attack from above.
There was one time when you got critically injured and were in the hospital for over a month. Even though you weren’t conscious for the whole time, you were told that Hawks would show up every day. When you did gain your consciousness again, it didn’t stop Hawks from visiting you, and he would often make you had eaten and stayed hydrated.
After you had gotten out of the hospital, Hawks was a little more careful with you, but let you do your thing. ——– You and Hawks were getting ready for night parole. You were getting your gear on and strapped in.
“Hawks! Are you almost ready?” You asked him.
“Yeah, almost, just wait for me a little longer.” Hawks shouted to you.
“Any longer and I might leave you behind!” You shouted.
“Nooo, don’t do that to me, y/n.” You heard Hawks whine.
“Haha, I’m kidding, of course, I’ll wait for you, bird brain.” You laughed. You sat down and decided to wait for Hawks. How come your hero costume looked so much more complicated, but it was always Hawks that took the longest time to get ready.
You looked around the room and spotted Hawks’ famous jacket hanging from a chair. You walked over and picked it up.
You just kind of looked at it, that was until you got an idea. You walked over to the nearest mirror and tried it on.
On Hawks, it just looked like a normal jacket, but on you, it just looked huge. At first, you just looked at yourself in awe. But then you decided to have some fun.
“I am the legendary Hawks! Catch me if you can, villain!” You said, and spread your arms out and pretended they were wings. You ran around the room pretending to be flying.
Meanwhile, Hawks had heard your shouting and decided to check up on you. The sight he was met with was not what he had expected.
“You think you can stop me! Fool, for I am the legendary Hawks!” You said and ran around the room again.
“Having fun are we?” You heard a very familiar voice ask you. Your whole face was placed, and you turned your face towards the voice.
“Oh hi Hawks, this is not what it looks like.” You felt your whole face become red.
Why? Maybe because you just embarrassed yourself in front of your crush.
“Now, because it looks like a little mouse has stolen my favorite jacket.” He said and backed you against a wall.
“Now, what do you have to say for yourself.” Hawks asked you as he leaned in closer.
“Not today!” You shouted and escaped.
“Oh, so that’s how you play little mouse. Okay, I’m game.” Hawks smirked and chased after you.
Safe to say, parole could wait a little while longer.
[drummed up a sequel for “Little Bird” as I got super inspired to do another one~ I hope you guys like, its a bit lengthier than the first so I hope that’s ok~]
Keigo winced a bit as he mended a cut on his abdomen, sighing a bit as he thought back to the fight he’d been in. He had been off his game that night and he had no idea why. Or maybe he did. He wasn’t sure. Thinking about his family hadn’t really distracted him that much before, so he didn’t know why it had today.
It had been two days since he’d bid his family farewell and promised to try and be home that night. It must have been weighing on his mind more than he thought. You really did have the patience of a saint, he told himself every day that he didn’t deserve you and he honestly wondered how you were still around.
He loved you and your child, there was no mistaking that, and he really wanted to spend more time together with you but it was hard being the number two hero. Normally he was able to push those thoughts aside and do his work but for some reason, his child was in the forefront of his mind.
After dressing his wound and putting his jacket back on, he left his agency to go on patrol, hoping that things would be calm enough he could sneak home afterward. He waved at a few kids who were playing in a nearby park and flew up, scanning the area for any troubles before heading off. His patrol led him to where he had just been a few hours ago, the street having been cleaned up from the fight he’d had with a villain, the one who had cut him.
The fight hadn’t been too bad, only a storefront window had been broken but it wasn’t the broken window that caught his attention, or even the people staring at him as he landed. It was the display in the window. Sitting atop a shelf full of stuffed animals there was a single, black and white stuffed panda. He actually laughed out loud to himself.
So that was what had him distracted? He couldn’t believe himself, shaking his head as the store owner approached him.
“Hawks, thank you so much for your help earlier!” The man said and his workers behind him nodded in agreement, thanking him as well. Keigo rubbed the back of his head, assuring them it was fine.
“It was no problem, are you all okay?” He asked and they nodded, clearly excited that he was there. He smiled, glad that they were all right, and assured them he was fine as they saw him get attacked. “Oh I’m fine, no worries here,” He insisted. “But I do have a question,” He said, pointing to the stuffed panda. “How much is that?”
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You hummed to yourself a bit as you stirred the curry in the pot. It was almost ready and thank god because you were starving. It had been a long day at work but getting to come home with your child made you feel much better. You just wished you could make them feel better.
They had been sitting by the kitchen window since you got home, gazing up at the sky, their little wings folded around them in a little cocoon as they sat there waiting. You knew what they were waiting for but you had no clear answer for when he would be here.
“Sweetheart,” You said, breaking them from their skywatching, looking over at you owlishly.
“Yes, mama?”
“Dinner’s almost ready, would you set the table for me?” You asked and they sighed, hopping down from their chair to go over and do as you asked, mopey in their movements. You felt your heart break a little, seeing them so sad. You hoped you could cheer them up with a good meal. Or maybe a nice bedtime story.
It was sad that you couldn’t really plan for Keigo to be there, seeming almost like a single parent at times as you had to plan everything and take care of them on your own most days. You knew it wasn’t Keigo’s fault, you had both known what you were getting into when you got into this relationship. You just hadn’t planned for a baby at all.
You weren’t even married.
You had a feeling Keigo had some commitment issues, not that you could blame him, not with his job taking up ninety percent of his time. Not to complain, after all, you loved your little one, it was just hard at times and you knew Keigo knew it. That’s why you couldn’t stay mad at him. He was out there keeping the city safe, and that included the two of you.
You just wished you could convey all that to your child and get them to understand but they were young and just wanted their dad to be around. You sighed to yourself as you brought dinner to the table, spooning out rice and curry onto the plates your child had set out before returning to their spot by the window.
You let them look for a little bit longer, making them a cup of juice and bringing it over to their spot at the table before going over to gently stroke their hair. “It’s time for dinner honey,” You said softly smoothing down their fluffy hair, but it popped right back up. You giggled to yourself at the sight. They were just as floofy as their father.
They looked just a second longer before they relented, coming to the table to eat with you. It was a quiet dinner, you asked about school and they said it was okay, taking peeks behind them out the window just to check but the evening turned tonight and there was still no sign of him. You washed the dishes after you had both eaten, your child returning to the window, head propped in their hand as they watched the moon rise, squinting at it.
“Mama,” They asked making you look over at them. “Is the moon made of cheese?” They asked and you snorted a laugh. You used to believe that yourself when you were little thanks to cartoons always making it seem so, but you had learned as you got older. It was such an out of nowhere question it caught you off guard but it made you laugh.
They puffed out their cheeks at you, blushing at your laughter at their question. “What?” They asked and you composed yourself as they looked annoyed at your laughing at them.
“Actually sweetie, it’s not, but you’ll learn in school,” You assured them, and they “ahh’ed” and went back to their sky watching. After a few moments, they sighed deeply and rested their head against the window sill, fogging the window with their breath.
“Have I been bad mama?” They asked and you tilted your head at the question. Honestly, they were a wonderful kid, always kept to themself, liked to read, and were rather quiet on most days. Sure sometimes they were hyper or whiney but they were a child, it was to be expected. You wondered why they would ask such a thing.
“No sweetie, why do you ask?” You wondered and they turned to look at you, tears pricking at the corners of their eyes.
“Maybe that’s why dada doesn’t come home…” They said and you felt your heart squeeze at their little face in such distress. You put the dishes on hold to go over to console them, kneeling in front of them and taking their face in your hands.
“Baby, your dada loves you,” You reassured them as tears fell down their cheeks. “He’s just busy, he doesn’t stay away because he wants to honey, he stays away because he has to. Your dada is a hero, he keeps the city and us safe.” You said and they sniffled.
“So you don’t think he’s mad at me?” They said and you shook your head.
“Not at all, in fact, he always asks about you when he texts me, and when he can he calls to check on you like he did last week remember?” You reminded them and they perked a little at that remembering.
“Y-yeah…” They said, wiping their nose on their sleeve. “Your right.” you smiled and kissed their forehead.
“Don’t worry, he’ll come right home the second he gets a chance.” You said and they nodded, wiping their eyes a bit. “Now, why don’t we go get you ready for bed?” You said, patting them on the back to nudge them towards the bathroom.
“Okay mama,” They said and trotted off, going to brush their teeth and get their pajamas. You leaned back against the counter in your kitchen a bit, your face in one hand, tearing up a bit. You couldn’t believe that they would think this was their fault.
Oh Keigo, where are you? You thought to yourself before composing yourself and going to help your child get ready for bed.
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“So the moons not made of cheese?” Your child asked and you smiled shaking your head.
“Nope.”
“You swear?”
“Of course,” You insisted. You were never dishonest with your child. Ever.
“I’m telling everyone at school.” They said in a huff, crossing their arms and settling back into their pillow. You giggled as you tucked them in, ruffling their hair a bit. “Can’t believe it isn’t made of cheese! I’m gonna ask Mr. Hoshiko about it.” He insisted, mentioning the science teacher at the school.
You weren’t sure they would understand the answer, but hopefully, the science teacher could explain it to them. After all your child was only in first grade and the teacher mentioned taught fifth-grade science. You prayed he didn’t say it was made of cheese.
“Well, are you all settled?” You asked and they nodded, laying back and you kissed their forehead, about to say goodnight when you both heard a voice from behind you.
“Can I get in on that?”
Your child shot up, almost hitting you in the head as they did so as you looked over your shoulder with a relieved sigh. It was Keigo. And he was holding something behind his back. “Dada!!!” Your child exclaimed excitedly, jumping out of bed to go and hug them as Keigo knelt to meet them. “You’re here!” They said happily, looking up at him with the biggest smile you’d seen in a while.
You were so relieved and glad to see him but you let your child have their moment with him as they had been yearning for it for a long time. Keigo picked them up with one arm, kissing their cheek and blowing a raspberry there making them giggle.
“How’s my little bird?” He asked and they snuggled into his neck.
“Happy~” They said honestly and he smiled, giving you a wink and you shook your head at him but smiled just glad he was there. Keigo snuggled the child a bit before pulling away, looking at them as they looked up to him.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” Keigo asked and they nodded.
“Sure dada.” They said tilting their head at him curiously. “What is it?” They asked and Keigo pulled out what he was holding behind his back. You smiled warmly when you saw what it was. He remembered.
“Can you take care of this little guy for me?” Keigo asked your child and their eyes got wide and they gasped happily taking the stuffed panda from their dad.
“Yes~!” They insisted, hugging it tightly. “He’s so cute, what’s his name?” They asked and Keigo put his other arm around them to hold them more securely.
“Well, I thought you could name him,” Keigo said. “After all, he’s gonna be your responsibility.” He insisted and your child took the panda up, looking at it with a thoughtful face. They thought for several minutes before settling on one.
“How about Dandy?” He said and Keigo smiled.
“Dandy the Panda? I like it.” He insisted and your child beamed, hugging the panda again.
“I’ll take good care of him,” They promised and Keigo kissed their forehead.
“I know you will little bird.” He insisted, beckoning you over so he could put an arm around you and gave you both a big squeeze. “I missed my family these past few days, sorry I was gone so long.” He apologized and you pat his chest gently.
“It’s okay, we understand, don’t we honey?” You asked and your child nodded, looking up at him.
“Dada keeps us safe~” They insisted and you nodded.
“Exactly.” You said and they smiled, nuzzling back into Keigo’s neck. It was a sweet sight, especially when Keigo looked down at them with nothing but love in his eyes. You wished you could keep this way forever but after a moment you rubbed Keigo’s back and stood back. “We should get them to bed,” You said and your child pouted, hugging Keigo tight.
“No, I want to stay with dada!” They insisted and Keigo chuckled.
“How about you sleep with us then?” He offered and they nodded, holding him. You smiled and nodded, patting their head gently.
“Fair enough, let’s go get him tucked in,” You said as Kaigo yawned a bit and you chuckled. “And you apparently.” You teased leading them from the bedroom to yours. Keigo face planted gently onto the bed, rolling over to lift them up and down a few times before letting them crawl under the covers.
You went to change into your pajamas in the bathroom, leaving Keigo to tuck them in, tickling them a bit, and getting smacked with the panda bear. Keigo chuckled and went to change after you were done, the three of you settling into bed together once he returned, your child between you, snuggling into Keigo’s chest.
“Dada, I learned something today.” Your child said sleepily, hugging their panda to their chest.
“What’s that?” Keigo asked.
“The moons not made of cheese,” they said and Keigo laughed out loud.
“It’s not?” He asked and your child nodded, too sleepy to be mad at his laughing. Keigo smiled and rubbed their cheek gently. “Well now, I guess that means we have no reason to fly up there,” he said and your child nodded, closing their eyes.
“Will you be here in the morning dada?” They asked and you looked at Keigo in an assuring way, as if you already knew the answer would be no but he surprised you.
“Yep, dada’s gonna be here all day tomorrow so we can spend time together, just you and me.” he promised and you looked at him in surprise before smiling softly at him and mouthing “thank you” to which he nodded and settled in, reaching an arm around the back of his child to hold you too kissing your head.
“Goodnight little bird.” He said to your child but they were already fast asleep.
Keigo kept perfectly still as he felt little arms and legs moving across the bed towards him. He pretended to stay asleep, cracking his eye open just a bit to see the fluffy head of his child sneaking up on him. Or trying to. They weren’t a very good sneaker. Once they were close enough Keigo grinned and rolled over, tossing his blanket over his kid, catching them off guard, and cuddling them into a blanket burrito.
“Ahh!! Dada!” They cried and Keigo chuckled, making a hole for them to poke their head out of. They pouted up at Keigo who was only grinning, poking them in the nose with his. “No fair, I was super quiet and everything!” They insisted and Keigo ruffled their fluffy hair that matched his.
“Dada’s a pro hero remember?” Keigo said, keeping them tightly wound in the blanket. “You can’t sneak up on me when I’ve got such amazing senses.” He teased and the child wiggled, trying to get out of the blanket trap. Keigo just smiled watching them, blocking them from escaping. “Say, uncle!” He teased and kept doing so until you came in from the shower, wrapped in a towel and wringing out your hair.
“Keigooo,” You said in a warning tone teasingly. “What are you doing to our little angel?” You asked and Keigo immediately let the child out of the roll of blankets, giving an innocent look.
“I wasn’t doing anything!” He assured you and your child huffed, pointing at him accusingly, their little wings puffed up in annoyance.
“He burrito’d me!” they insisted and you did your best to hide your amusement. Keigo did that to them so much that “burrito’d” had become a term in your household. Keigo still feigned innocence, shrugging like he had no idea what your child was talking about.
“I didn’t do anything that wasn’t deserved.” He insisted and your child gently attacked him with their tiny fists, Keigo easily dodging the smacks and picking them up and kissing them on their tiny cheek. “Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He insisted and your child huffed but after a few pecks on the cheek, they giggled and gently papped him on the face.
“Silly dada.” They said and he smiled.
“I know, but you love me anyway.” He insisted and you smiled, loving to see the two of them interact. They didn’t get to much since Keigo was usually busy with work so seeing them like this warmed your heart.
“What say we go make breakfast for mommy?” Keigo suggested, letting the child down so they could scoot off the bed. Keigo got up and came over to you as your child scurried off to the kitchen in your small apartment, putting an arm around your waist and nuzzling the side of your head. “What do you want for breakfast?” He asked and you hummed in thought.
“Maybe eggs and bacon but babe are you sure you have time?” You asked as he had to work today, like every day. Keigo assured you it was fine, giving you a wink.
“I’ll make time, I’m the fastest hero around remember?” He insisted, smacking you on the butt before he went to join the child in the kitchen after you swatted him on the shoulder. Your child was pulling a stool over to the kitchen counter, ready to assist their dada in whatever he needed.
Keigo went to the fridge, pulling out everything they needed and having the child help with small things like cracking eggs and putting bacon on. You came into the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day, and went to make coffee as the two of them finished breakfast. Keigo put everything on a plate and as you sat down, your child came over and slid your plate in front of you. “Here you go mama~!” They said happily and you smiled, kissing their head.
“Thank you, sweetie,” You said, pinching their cheek gently and they smiled going back over to help Keigo with the rest of breakfast. Once everything was done the three of you enjoyed breakfast together, Keigo letting his child taste his coffee to which they immediately made a grossed-out face and scooted the cup away, making you both laugh.
It was nice to have them both at the table with you and you enjoyed every moment. When his phone rang Keigo looked a bit disappointed, having to answer it as it was his job. He read a few texts sent to him and nodded to himself, downing the rest of his coffee and getting up. “Dada’s gotta go.” He said, ruffling his child’s hair and they pouted up at him.
“I don’t want you to go.” They said and Keigo felt his heart break a little. They had such sweet round eyes and they looked so sad making him wish he could stay. He knelt beside them, putting a hand on their knee.
“I know little bird,” He said, brushing hair from their face. “But I have to, Dada has an important job to do.” He said and your child still looked sad so he tapped their nose. “How about I bring you something back?” He asked and their face lit up a little.
“Really?” they asked and he nodded.
“If your good, I’ll bring you back a stuffed animal, whatever kind you want.” He said and they thought about it before nodding.
“A panda?” They asked and Keigo chuckled.
“All right, a panda it is, but only if your good for mama.” He said and they sat up, nodding with a smile.
“Ok!” They agreed and Keigo smiled, squeezing their knee.
“That’s my little bird,” He said before getting up to go over to you, leaning down to give you a kiss. “I’ll try and be back tonight.” He said and you nodded, understanding that his work kept him very busy.
“Don’t worry Keigo, I understand.” You said and he smiled, kissing your nose.
“Have a good day today, I miss you guys.” He said as he went to leave, the two of you following him to the door.
“We miss you too,” You said, putting a hand on your child’s shoulder, them looking up at you with a smile that matched Keigo’s perfectly. Keigo gave you each one last smooch before he smiled and saluted, taking off to go to work, his red feathers bright against the sun as he flew away, turning once more to wave before he headed off. Your child sighed and you ruffled their hair gently, leaning down to kiss their head.
“Let’s go get you ready for school.” You said and they nodded, heading back inside with you.
[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.
[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.
A few hours passed of you and Hawks mingling, sometimes with other heroes, but mostly with politicians or officials who’s titled eluded you.
It was painful to see Hawks go from bubbly and happy when talking to heroes, to refrained and quiet when talking to politicians. It was like a switch flipping inside him, so effortlessly going back and forth. He was young and immature with other heroes, solemn and cold with the elites.
It was as if he had been trained to behave that way-
-and maybe he had been.
It was hard to determine which one was real: the starry eyed youngster or stone faced man. That thought left a stinging pain in your chest: a harsh reminder that you didn’t really know Hawks.
Even if he had shared a side of himself that the rest of the world wouldn’t know, was it really him when the mask was off, or was it just another?
But, there was one thing that you knew was real: the countless lives that he had saved. Sure, he accumulated a lot of wealth from that; but, Hawks never asked for the payout when detectives and police came his way, and you had written reports for many things that he was never properly credited for by the media.
That would have to be good enough, and who were you to ask him for more? His assistant, his partner. You couldn’t bring yourself to call yourself his friend, even though you wanted to.
His lover-
Oh well, you didn’t even allow yourself the delusion. You were nothing of the sort, just a convenient partner for him to play with, not that you minded. After all, you were getting something vast out of the arrangement, too.
It would just have to be enough.
Late into the night, your feet were a little sore and the winged hero, unsurprisingly, didn’t look the least bit tired. The band had calmed the theatrics and were now playing a mellow jazz ensemble to quiet the crowd into the night.
Apparently, Hawks intended to see this whole thing through, even at your insistence that he could head out and you would cover for his absence.
It didn’t occur to you that he had an ulterior motive.
Sometime around midnight, he gently took you by the elbow and ushered you through an empty hallway, away from the commotion. You trailed behind him down an empty hallway, completely oblivious to his intentions.
This was a public place after all, and surely Hawks wouldn’t risk anything?
He guided you into a dark room, where you couldn’t see far past the light shining in from the hallway. He closed the door behind you and pushed your body against it, pinning you between his weight and the mahogany. Still, despite the faint warning of what was to come, you gasped when his lips fell over yours. His tongue slipped inside, and you could taste the champagne he had toasted a few minutes ago with a stuffy, high-class lawyer.
You sunk back carelessly into the door, letting Hawks push harder against you. Your mouth opened wider, encouraging him to explore to his hearts desire.
It was a bad idea, really. You could get caught, and that would be a terrible look for him.
But, his hands were heavy where they cupped your waist like a perfect belt, and his taste was dragging you back into that careless, submissive role you had crafted so beautifully together.
Hawks pulled back with a soft smack, before trailing wetly down your throat. His teeth nipped your skin, picking away at your crumbling will power. He had barely touched you, and an ache was already blossoming between your legs.
“Tell me ‘no’?” he suggested, panting softly as he shamelessly pressed his torso against the soft curves of your body, enjoying the squish of your breasts against his muscular chest.
You grunted an unladylike, disagreeing noise, and Hawks chuckled darkly.
“You want me,” he growled approvingly. “In public, too. You little slut.”
A strong hand grabbed at the back of your knee, pushing the fabric of your dress up your thigh. Once he had it high enough, he hiked your leg up onto his hip. He pressed the dress further up, until he could easily reach beneath.
He didn’t fumble for long with the material of your panties, pushing the fabric aside so his fingers could venture deeper. His free hand slapped over your mouth just in time to silence a cry as the pad of his middle finger pressed against your clit in a well experienced motion.
Hawks’ fingers gently dug into your cheeks while his palm pressed hard over your mouth. He leaned in close, lips almost touching his own knuckles, and stared imposingly into your eyes.
“So wet for me,” he praised, letting an evil grin curl his lip.
You had no idea what this room was. There was a safety bulb plugged into an outlet near the floor, giving enough light to let you see Hawks just barely through the darkness, but not much beyond him. You could hear the muffled commotion from the grand hall, vibrating through the door. It likely was loud enough to block out your sounds; but, Hawks seemed to enjoy silencing you.
“Want to be touched, don’t you?” he murmured hoarsely.
You nodded weakly, only to suddenly twitch at the shoulders when his hand twisted around. A calloused finger pushed past your folds and straight into your heat. The slick sound was startlingly loud, and had your thighs twitching against his waist.
“-fuck you with my fingers?” he continued his line of hoarse questioning, drilling his digit in a way that forced fleshy, wet sounds.
Your eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure.
“Look at me,” Hawks growled, anger seeping through his tone.
You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly, and dug your fingers into the shoulders of his suit.
“Look away again, and you don’t come,” he threatened, snarling against the back of his hand. You could almost feel his warm breath seeping through his own skin onto yours.
“Look away again, and you won’t get my belt,” he added on lowly.
His teeth flashed in an evil smile when you shuddered at his words.
“Ahh. You want that, don’t you?” Hawks taunted, huffing out a breath that nearly betrayed his evil tone.
Suddenly, his hand was pulling away from your heat and gripping your thigh to carefully drop your leg back down onto the floor.
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you? Yeah, you are,” he mumbled darkly, leaning over your shoulder to breathe hotly into your ear.
Hawks removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed at your inner elbow, pulling you away from the door.
“Walk over there,” he commanded, guiding you further into the dark room.
You obeyed on wobbly legs, fearful that you might trip over the unseen. After a few steps, suddenly, he shoved you forward, and you cried out as you nearly collapsed, only to land chest-down on a wood surface that had to be a desk. You laid there in a stupor for a moment, wondering how Hawks could see through the dark.
“Straighten up,” he growled.
You leaned up on your elbows and adjusted your posture, moaning when his hands lifted your dress until the fabric was pooled over the curve of your ass.
You gasped when he tugged your panties down your thighs, tugging the fabric harshly. You felt him shifting, kneeling behind you, and he lifted each foot to help you step out of them, ensuring they didn’t catch on your shoes.
You didn’t know where your panties went after that; the thought was lost when you heard the metallic clanging of Hawks undoing his belt, and the whooshing sound as he pulled it through the straps along the waistline of his pants. The sound echoed in your ears, a sweet promise of what was to come.
“What do you say?” he asked, dragging the belt gently up the back of your thigh so you could feel the leather against your skin.
“Pleas-”
He didn’t even let you finish, tossing his wrist so that the smooth, leather of the belt cracked over your skin. It hit right beneath your behind, along the meat of your thigh. He was much gentler than he had been with the proper toy; still, the harsh sting of pain had you screaming.
“Hm? What do you say?” Hawks demanded in a harsh whisper, smacking you again with the smooth, flat side of his belt before you could even inhale.
He struck you a few more times, alternating sides, and received a pathetic sob or cry each time, depending on whether or not you had managed to catch your breath.
Remembering his demand, you managed a pathetic, “thank you, sir,” breathless and disgustingly lustful.
The belt dropped to the floor with a noisy clatter before you heard a thump. You barely had a second to be confused over what had happened before something wet was dragging up your folds. The rough drag of his chin hairs filled in your imagination to what he was doing.
He wasted no time slipping his tongue inside, wiggling against your velvety walls. Your thighs shook, and Hawks growled into your skin.
You whined, cheek smooshed into the desk, and resisted the urge to reach back and grab at his hair.
Just because master didn’t bind your wrists, didn’t mean you had permission to touch him. Oh, but if you did, then he would punish you, wouldn’t he?
Spurred on by that thought process, you reached back and carefully slotted your fingers through his hair, reveling the softness of those messy strands. Hawks moaned into your flesh, sincerely enjoying the drag of your digits through his roots.
But, of course, he couldn’t let you get away with that.
Hawks pulled back and rose to his feet with a growl. He pushed your extended arm onto the desk, pinning your limb with his strong grip. He arched over you, and you felt the weight of his chest press down on your back, and then his hot breath into your hair line.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
When you didn’t answer quickly enough, his hand collided harshly with the skin of your ass. You managed to bite back a scream, jolting at the rough touch.
“Hm?” he demanded in a harsh hiss.
“No, sir,” you panted out.
He yanked you to your feet, so harshly that it left you a little dizzy. Luckily, he held you tightly against his chest, ensuring you couldn’t fall. He peppered soft kisses against your cheek, releasing a breath that smelt strongly of champagne.
Delirious, you turned your head, and moaned loudly when he granted your silent plea and allowed his lips to fall over yours. His hands made quick work of your dress, skillfully undoing the top bindings until he could pull it off your shoulders. The fabric fluttered away and gathered where it was cinched at your tummy.
You gasped when he spung you around. With an effortless heave, he had you lifted and deposited onto the desk. The surface rattled beneath your leg. One of your heels slipped off your foot and clattered noisily to the floor as your legs swung up to drape elegantly over his hips.
Hawks busied himself with your now exposed chest, sucking harshly on one nipple while his other hand tugged the other between his digits. You sobbed helplessly, back arched and legs tight around his waist. The heat of your center begged for attention, desperately empty.
Desires he had denied you bubbled up: you wanted his cock buried inside you, to pump your cunt like a sleeve until he was satisfied. You wanted him to cover your mouth with his hand while he did it. Or maybe, you wanted his hand around your throat at the threat to squeeze if you made a sound.
His hand curled over your core and you whined as a couple fingers trailed along your wet slit teasingly. Your eyes were closed, head a little dizzy; but, you smelt that champagne breath again and parted your lips obediently. Hawks laughed darkly before slotting his mouth over yours, just as he slid two fingers into your heat, and gobbled up your sob.
His wings flapped behind him, a dramatic gesture that stirred air in the stagnant room. Vaguely, you realized he was doing it to catch sounds from outside. It was amazing, really, how he could manage to focus on so many different things at once.
Feathers slipped free from his wingspan, separating to disappear into the darkness. Some fluttered around the room, and many others crawled all over you.
It should have felt invasive or unpleasant: feeling his feathers curl around your thighs, along your chest to pinch at your nipples, up the back of your neck and into your hair. Perhaps, it was the knowledge that they were Hawks’ feathers that made it pleasant; they felt familiar, like his touch. You squirmed from the pleasure as one found your clit.
You tore your lips away from his to murmur, “-m close. P-please, can I-”
“Really?” Hawks uttered back darkly. His condescending tone had you fluttering your eyes open to meet his gaze. In the darkness of this room, staring down at you, with shadows cast over his face and eyes glowing, he looked evil.
But, you were anything but scared.
“You’re gonna cum on a strangers desk?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Actually, that’s a lie-” he corrected himself with a harsh chuckle, “-this is Takao’s office.”
Takao? Who-
-oh, that’s right. This was a region organized fundraiser, and Takao was an appointed lawyer, and one who wasn’t at all shy about his distrust of heroes, especially ones like Hawks, and had even threatened him legally on many occasions.
You probably - definitely - should have been mad about it. Maybe, you were more vindictive than you originally knew, or maybe the winged hero was bringing that out in you. He really was a bad influence, wasn’t he?
Oh, but it felt so good.
“Maybe I should turn you over, so you can scratch it up,” Hawks suggested, grinning down at you like a madman.
You shuddered, despite the thought of what a terrible idea that was. Hawks pushed your legs up higher with his free hand, until they brushed his ribs. He leaned in closer, practically climbing on top of you, and drilled his fingers faster.
You could feel sweat glistening on the surface of your skin, prickling as your orgasm grew closer. Hawks trailed nibbling kisses along your chest, and his hair tickled your skin. His wings would flap periodically, the sound not quite loud, but a delicious thrum in your ears.
“-use my belt to tie you to it, lick you until you’re crying,” Hawks mumbled, ensuring you could hear him, despite the words sounding like they weren’t intended for you, as if he was just pondering thoughts out loud.
“-spank that cute little ass 'till it’s red,” he added on, voice rough like tumbling gravel.
He leaned up and kissed at your hair line before resting his lips over the shell of your ear. Your eyes had closed at some point, and you were vaguely aware of how badly you were shaking.
“Beg me to come,” he snarled.
“Sir, please,” you whined, head tilting back.
His free hand released your thigh, disappearing from your skin. He scooted back away from the table and dragged you closer to the edge.
“Please,” you cried again, even though Hawks hadn’t slowed his hand, and was clearly intending to get you there.
The pace of his wing beats had grown faster and his feathers vibrated against your skin where they pinched and twirled. His shoulder moved against your leg, back and forth, and you heard the most sinful moan pour from his lips across your skin.
You came with a cry, shaking against the table, skin burning hot and thinly layered with sweat. Hawks slowed his fingers as you came down. His feathers calmed, but remained close, clinging to you as if they had nowhere else to go.
You were sharply aware of the movement of his arm, and whined pitifully into the dark room.
“Sir,” you called out to him, wiggling around in an attempt to break free from his old.
“Sir, please, let me,” you continued.
Hawks leaned his head up and looked down at you with his eyes half-lidded and lips parted, an almost pained look on his face as he touched himself.
You couldn’t stand it.
“Let me - please, please, let me,” you complained like a scolded child.
“You’ll ruin your suit,” you added on fiercely, chest heaving with your labored breathing.
“Master, please-”
That seemed to be the final straw, for Hawks let out a frightening sound, a growl that rumbled through his chest like the roar of a motor. His arm’s jerky movements finally came to a halt.
“Shut up,” Hawks snarled, warm, champagne breath washing over your face.
“Shut the fuck up,” and again, venomous and angry.
It was thrilling. The wild look of his gold eyes stirred up powerful emotions inside you. You reached for him again, ignoring his earlier threat, and clawed weakly at his coat like a needy, senseless child.
“Fine,” he uttered darkly.
Hawks pulled you off the table, and let you drop inelegantly to the floor, crumbling to your knees at his feet. One of your knees landed directly on his shoed foot, not that he seemed to care. The positioning brought you eye level with his cock, which you stared at shamelessly where it hung out of his barely opened pants.
Even through the dark room, you could see the beautiful shade of purple tinting the tip. Pre-come was oozing out the slit and, as you slid your hand over his length, you could feel the angry throb of the vein on the underside.
You sucked him down immediately, gagging at your overzealous efforts. There was a loud noise as Hawks’ hands grabbed at the edge of the desk. He hunched over, gripping the wood so firmly, it squeaked in protest. You could feel his legs trembling as you bobbed your head.
“Ohhh-” he moaned, the sounding breaking off into a hiss.
At this angle, you couldn’t see, but you could feel his eyes peering down at you. It was a bit disappointing, honestly - just a bit, for you wanted to see the look of pleasure on his face, watch him go cross eyed as you suctioned tightly on the tip before going back down as far as you could.
The desk squeaked again, and you briefly worried he was going to break it.
“Fuck-” he cursed hoarsely.
Recognizing that tone, you didn’t dare slow down.
“-agh-!”
One of his hands let go of the desk. A moan broke through the room before it was abruptly silenced, no doubt by him biting down on his own hand. The warmth and salt of his seed filled your mouth, and you carefully swallowed in patient gulps, ensuring none of it spilled past your lips and got on his suit.
Hawks exhaled hoarsely when you slid up and down his length a few more times, slow and careful, as his orgasm waned. You lingered, feeling his shaft throb from the intensity, and gagged when the soft tip brushed just a little too deep.
His hand finally touched you, fingertips sliding carefully over your exposed shoulders. Only then did you finally remember how obscene you looked, breasts exposed, dress partially undone, hair likely a hot mess. His fingertips traced the protrusions of your shoulder blades in delicate patterns.
“That’s enough,” he sighed, shifting his free hand to cup your jaw.
Rather than moving back yourself, you let Hawks remove your mouth from his length, carefully pulling you back until his tip slipped from your lips. You peered up at him through glistening eyes, and was startled by the absolute look of adoration on his face.
“Good girl,” he praised, petting your cheek with a large hand.
He leaned over, hooked at arm around your waist, and pulled you up onto your feet.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised again, voice hoarse and blissful, before pepping your lips and face with soft kisses.
He pressed against your mouth and carefully dipped his tongue inside, tilting his head and smooshing your cheeks together. You whined as he explored, as if ensuring you hadn’t wasted a single drop. His hands caressed your exposed back, holding you tight against his clothed chest.
The taste of champagne and your own essence lingered, weakening the longer you kissed, until all that remained was just him.
Eventually, Hawks pulled back, and started tugging at your dress. You helped him pull the straps back up and sighed when he smoothed out the fabric with careful hands, leaning back to ensure you were properly covered.
You reached for your hair, but found his feathers beat you to it, tugging at loose strands. His own hands joined in. With some careful finger-combing, and reassembling your ties and pins, he returned your updo to something more presentable.
You were pulled into an embrace, bare feet tiptoeing atop his dress shoes.
“I should have asked first,” Hawks commented softly, his wings flapping again.
“I don’t recall complaining,” you retorted smoothly.
He hummed, satiated, and started fumbling with your dress again.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Of course,” you replied brightly.
You held onto his shoulders for balance, and stepped back into your shoes. Hawks tucked himself away before one of his feathers delivered his belt into his hands. Before he could thread it through the belt loops, you gently smacked his hand away and used your fingers to tuck his undershirt back in. He laughed quietly, but otherwise made no effort to stop you.
After some fiddling with his tie and smoothing out the wrinkled shoulders on his coat, Hawks pulled you back into an embrace, forcing your head to lean into his shoulder.
For a moment, you stayed like that, hyper-focused on the muffled music carried down the hall and Hawks’ large hands curled against your back. He swayed slightly where he stood, moving you, as well. It likely wasn’t intentional, as he was just helping you down from a scene; but, you couldn’t help but think about how he couldn’t do this with you out there.
A slow dance with his assistant-
How improper…
He pulled away and gave you a final look over.
“Oh, my - ugh-” you uttered, realizing that something was missing.
With a grin, Hawks reached into his pocket, and fished out something small and wadded up. He held it up to show it you, as if triumphantly. You stared at the sight, briefly expecting him to hand them over. However, before you could even think to reach, Hawks was shoving the dainty material back into his pants pocket.
“I’m keeping these,” he answered boldly.
His eyes locked on yours, expressing an unspoken offering, that he would gladly hand them over if you only asked. However, the thought of him walking around this stupid party with your underwear wadded up in his pocket, like some kind of trophy, was oddly alluring.
“Yes, sir,” you answered, lips twitching into a faint grin.
You pulled away from Hawks, and heard a pleased, chuckle-like sound escape him.
“Do I look okay?” you asked, stopping at the door.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
Better, actually; but, Hawks decided not to say that out loud.
Notes: English is not my first language, some things could be badly written. Not beta proofed. This took longer than expected, but it is cute at the end. Writing this made me happy.
Keigo heard the term for the first time when he was doing his undercover mission with the league. But later on when things were more peaceful he heard it again.
Changing realities, a lot of people were talking about that, so now that he had a little more free time he wanted to give it a try.
He searched for a whole day, he saw videos, read blogs, read other people’s experiences. He was exceptical but that only fueled his obsession.
The first night he tried a method he read on a blog but before anything happened he fell asleep.
The next night he tried again with another method but he was uncomfortable and exhausted so he gave up and went to sleep.
The third night he tried another one, he was expecting the same result but instead he heard a voice talking next to him. He entered in defense mode, searching around the room looking everywhere, his heartbeat was going so fast he could hear it in his ears. In the end he didn’t find anything, just himself in silence again.
After searching again he found out it was one of the symptoms of changing realities, they should have warned him it was probably gonna give him a heart attack. But now he was more determined to do it, so he tried again, the same method and everything.
This time he opened his eyes and saw a completely different bedroom than his, and there was someone humming in the next room. He felt really excited, and the fact that it worked was blowing his mind. But when he tried to lift himself and explore he woke up again in his bed.
“Fuuuck, why is this so hard?” He was getting frustrated, but Keigo Takami was not a quitter. And so he tried again, opening his eyes slowly. He was in the same bedroom from last time and there was another person with him on the bed.
“Good morning sleepy head” He turned and looked at you, on your side looking at him with a soft smile. “G'Morning? Who are you?” He was so confused and interested in this experience that he didn’t want to make a wrong move and go back. “I’m your spouse dummy” you giggled and showed him your ring. “Did I just time-skipped?”.
You giggled again “I think you are still asleep. C'mon I’m making breakfast”
You went outside the bedroom, he could hear the sound of the frying pan, smell bacon, feel the sheet, he was really there.
This was amazing, as soon as he confirmed the transition of reality he got up and let his curious self explore everything. He opened drawers, checked under the bed, behind the bath curtain. If someone saw him they would probably think he is insane with the big smile he has in his face and the flaps of his wings.
But the bedroom wasn’t enough, he needed to explore more. He exited slowly like he wasn’t supposed to be there, but in the hallway he found a rather cute surprise, the walls were filled with pictures of you both. One was probably from dinner, judging by the table and the way you were dressed. The one next to it was on a beach, you looked beautiful in that picture, to be true, he was falling in love with every picture he saw. But the biggest picture was of your wedding, you in a shiramuko and him in a montsuki.
If he could explain the way his heart fluttered in his chest he would, he subconsciously reached for his ring giving it a few turns.
“Keigs, breakfast is ready!!” You shouted from the kitchen. He took a last glance before seeing another picture where you were still on your wedding attires eating in a kfc, yep definitely that was his favorite.
Everything was going so smoothly until an annoying sound distracted him, it came from a door next to the one of your bedroom. When he opened it he fell into a dark void.
Keigo tried flapping his wing in a way that hopefully would lift him back up but it wasn’t working, he started bracing himself for impact but he was again in his bedroom and his alarm going off.
“FUCK!” He punched the bed out of frustration. He didn’t even get your name.
He sat up, his feet hanging from the bed and his wing draping over the bed in a resting position. He went to check his phone after turning the alarm off, checking his reminders and seeing why he put a goddammit alarm on his day off.
Oh yeah, he had to receive Endeavor at the airport. He went rushing to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth at the same time. Put on the first things he found in his closet and went rushing to his car. He wouldn’t dare carry Endeavor on a flight.
Hawks arrived just on time to see Endeavor exit through the door. “Hawks-” Keigo didn’t hear whatever he was saying when he saw that right after the number 1 hero was you, leaving the airport.
“Wait here” He said to Endevor and went sprinting right after you. “Hawks, come back here!” He said in his strenuous voice.
“I’m sorry Endeavor, I’m going to ask the love of my life out on a date” Keigo shouted back at him, lifting his arms in the air.
Keigo stopped right after you breathless and a little bit sweatie, “I’m sorry, this is a bit out of the blue but I want to-”
“Sorry, no Japanese” you crossed your hands and shook your head in a way to try to explain yourself better. “Is english better?” He switched languages so you could understand him. In that exact moment Keigo was so grateful for the commission and his intensive bilingual program.
The way your eyes lit up was enough to fully make him fall in love with you. “Yes! it is better, thank you” after that Keigo convinced you to go out to eat and gave you a quick tour around, at the end of the day you ended up with his number, and poor endeavor was long forgotten in the airport, he had to call a cab.
A few years later, maybe he didn’t have the same house as his other-reality self, but he did have the same picture wall with both of you in each picture.
warnings: MDNI, suggestive (nothing explicit), body worship, brief mention of body gore (nothing explicit), Hawks is possessive (nothing manipulative or toxic)
Here is a tiny drabble while I finish writing the next fic. College is kicking my ass right now.
Anyways, I feel like Hawks has something for domesticity, like for example once he came completely exhausted to your shared apartment and found you putting away some groceries and felt this warm sensation in his heart and felt amazing the next day, smiling every time he remembered you putting away a box of cereal in the pantry.
The next occasion was when he found you doing a little bit of cleaning with music on, dancing unaware of his presence, and he felt the same warmth that made him giggle and do a tiny dance. But the one that blew his mind was when you made him a bento he could take to work, you left it in the kitchen with a note that had a heart scribbled on it. At that moment he knew he had to marry you.
He feels so happy and cared for when you just hold him and ramble about your day, or when you ask him to scratch your back or any random domestic thing you do, it makes him feel so lucky to have found you, someone who really loves him for who he is and all his flaws.
Hawks was alone in your apartment (yes, his master plan of secretly moving in had worked). Today was your trip to go see your family and tell them the news, while he had to stay on call if any big emergency happened. But the problem wasn’t being alone, it was being alone with his thoughts.
“(Y/N), right?” Hawks called you from his office door “Ye-Yes Hawks-san” he scrunched his face at the way you added a formal title to his name “C’mon, let’s keep it casual, just Hawks is fine “.
That was your first interaction, over five years ago, well it would be six years today. That meant it was a special day, he figured you would probably arrive past dinner time, so he still had enough time to make something for you. He got to work and searched for a recipe that looked appetizing but still had every vitamin your body and the baby needed. Something he started doing since day one and now was just a habit.
“Hey (Y/N), can you book my interview for the magazine for this friday?” He was tired, a lot of things were piling up on his desk, but it didn’t matter because he could use it as an excuse just to spend more time with you.
You always walked out of the elevator door with your office attire like any other woman in Japan did. And still it just made him more confused with himself, there was something absolutely amazing with you, he was sure of that, but he didn’t know what.
The timer in the oven brought him back to reality, taking out the food and bread he made. A month ago you made a comment over why the ‘bun in the oven’ wasn’t right because ‘nugget in the oven’ seemed more fitting for your baby. And he fucking loved it, making it the new oficial knick name of your child. He chuckled at the memory making a soft smile appear in his lips.
Should he wear a suit? he asked himself while chopping some vegetables.
“Um Hawks, the meeting is starting in twenty minutes” you always acted nervous around him “Thanks sweetheart. You know those new heels look fantastic on you” his first move on you, he wanted to break the formality barrier there was between the two of you. “Thanks, I’m glad you liked them” you bowed and left.
His next move was bringing you coffee after his patrol ended “I brought you coffee, and a cookie too. Also you look so pretty today” and you blushed hard to a simple comment “I-thanks Hawks” you were now more confident around him. He liked that.
The tie wasn’t right, the blue one didn’t match, he should stay true to himself and use the burgundy one. He went to change the tie, looked at himself through the mirror and decided that it was kinda okay. He went to your dresser and searched under it for a tiny box taped to the underside of the furniture.
“Staying late?” His shift was already over, but you still were there after everyone had already left. “Yeah, I just don’t want to leave something for tomorrow when I can do it today” that was probably your motto for work, but he never asked, instead he said “Really? you don’t have any plans for friday night?”
“No, Hawks I-” He was close to you, really close. His face was just an inch from yours, the perfect opportunity he needed and he took it. He leaned in and kissed you, a simple kiss that escalated surprisingly quickly. Where you both ended in his office, taking each piece of clothes off. Sucking hickeys to your clavicle and snaking his hands over your thighs .
You were moaning right in his ear and he felt his cock getting harder by the second. “H-Hawks please” you whimpered not taking his teasing anymore. He had a playful smirk plastered in his face while going down your body leaving a trail of kisses until he reached your clit giving it a long lick that made you shiver. He then started to make out with your pussy, letting grunts and hums that you felt going up your spine.
When you started to feel your legs shivering, he inserted two fingers inside of you making you leave the most pornografic moan out of your mouth. “Keep doing those sounds for me sweetheart” He grunted into you. His free hand kept roaming your thighs, he needed to feel you, he needed to feel you were close to him.
He felt how you started to clench around his fingers so he stopped his movements leaving you feeling empty. “Do you want me to continue?” he looked you straight in the eyes “Yes, please” it sounded breathy and desperate, just how he wanted you to.
You gasped at the feeling of his cock entering your velvety walls, at the way he stretched you so good. He took your legs and put them around his waist. It started slow and sinful, hitting deep inside of you. When it started to go harder and faster, he knew you wouldn’t last any longer by the way you were clenching around him. He nuzzled in your neck letting little pecks right under your ear “C’mon pretty girl, make a lovely mess all over me” he said in a sultry whisper. You came so hard he came right after you, the most amazing orgasm he had had in his entire life.
The next day when you walked through his office doors you looked radiant and had a big smile on your face right until he said, “Let’s just keep it casual, you know we don’t want any big scandals” and he saw how your heart broke in front of him and he felt bad about it but did nothing. If he could slap himself of the past he would.
God he was nervous. Was he moving things too fast?
‘No you idiot, you pushed her aside for five fucking years, you can do this’ He thought to himself. Even if he broke your heart in the worst way possible, he was doing everything he could to make amends for his actions and he knew it wasn’t enough, but if everything went well tonight, he would have a lifetime to do it.
Maybe it was too early to daydream about your wedding, what would your house look like, he wanted a house with a lot of space for your kid. He also started to imagine how your kid would look like.
He was so lost in thought he jumped when you opened the door. “I’m home-woah, what is this for?”
“I just wanted to do something special for my special girl” He tried to play things normal, like he wasn’t so nervous he could throw up.
“I made dinner. ” He helped you take your shoes off since you couldn’t bend down with your baby bump, and took you to the dining table. This made a domestic feeling between the two of you. “Oh great, I’m so hungry right now” you sounded so excited at the idea of a fresh meal after a long ride on the train.
He helped you take a seat and served you a portion of the food and then he took a seat across from you with his own portion.
“Thanks for the meal” He looked so tense while you were eating, he just poked at his food. You made small talk about what was the reaction of your family to the news of having a baby but he didn’t put too much attention.
When you finished eating he suddenly stood up and went straight next to you, he knelt and pulled out a ring box out of his pocket
“(Y/N) would you marry me? I know this is unexpected, I have been the worst out of the worst, and have never showed you how much I love you and if I knew I loved you from the beginning I would have done things differently-”
“Keigo shut up” He froze the moment those words left your mouth “Yes, you are an asshole, and an imbecile, and an idiot, and a lot more and I’m going to make sure you know it every single day. But you have never been that to me”
“What?!” He was so confused right now, he was a walking red flag and you never thought of him like that.
“Yes, you broke my heart in the beginning, but your actions kept telling me you loved me, even if you never realized it. Believe me I have a long list of examples. And you keep doing it even now that I’m pregnant, I expected for you to push me away, fire me and pretend you never met me and yet here you are, in one knee demonstrating you want to this right”
Your speech made him cry, ugly cry. “So yes, I do, I want to marry you” he was so thankful but couldn’t say it with his sobs interrupting him. He felt as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders. You truly were the love of his life and now he could have you by his side and have his happily ever after.
He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is grateful he did. He hugged you by the middle, sobbing “You have no idea how happy I am right now, I’m so glad you said yes” He pushed himself away trying to wipe away his tears.
“I love you keigo”
“And I love you so much, I’m not gonna get tired of saying it the rest of our lives”.
Three months had passed really fast, even faster for the winged hero. But not in a wrong way, it is that a lot happened in a short time he didn’t even realize it. He started to slowly move in your apartment, first he left his work jacket one time he came to visit, next it was a set of pj’s, then he had some documents and a little office space in your living room, yes he started to prefer your apartment to his luxurious penthouse, because it felt like home, an actual home.
The domesticity you started to share with simple meals he prepared for you while you worked, or sleeping together just listening to your heartbeat, sometimes you spent the night talking about anything and everything. Even going to casual dates more often. But also Hawks was living his best life as a soon-to-be father, carrying a copy of your last ultrasound in his pocket. He had a list of names in his phone notes with the only condition you gave him, nothing related to birds. Every night he imagined what your daughter or son would look like, he hopes they get your eyes.
And today was his day off, so you decided to start making plans for the nursery. He tried to make as unrecognizable as possible, hiding his wings, wearing a hat and sunglasses, not because he didn’t want people to know he was taken, but because he didn’t want a mob of people to sweep in and accidentally hurt you.
“It’s a pity we can’t make a babyshower” you said while looking at some plushies.“Why not? It’s a great way to make the announcement public”
“Yeah, but I want to tell my family before that” that’s another important thing, you haven’t told your family yet, you wanted to pay a visit and tell them in person, so you had to make a long trip to the country side of Fukuoka. “Well, we can make a small gathering with other pros and mayb-”
“Aww look at this, isn’t it cute?” You interrupted him by showing a tiny yellow onesie with a tiny duck hat with a big smile, your baby bump sticking out from your silhouette, holding that little onesie. To him you looked cute, radiant, the most beautiful woman he could ever see.
You were confused because he never answered, he just walked up and hugged you, putting his head on your shoulder.
“Kei, is everything okay?” you asked a little concerned because of his behavior.
“Yes, it’s just that I’m so happy I don’t know what to do” he murmured to your neck so only you could barely hear him.
“Hey, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed”, you said hugging him back.
“I love you so much (Y/N)” he separated a little bit to put his hand in your belly “And our chicken nugget” He had this sparkle to his eyes by just looking at you, when he suddenly felt a kick right under his palm.
“Oh my god, their first kick. Did you feel it?” Now Hawks can confirm that everything new that was happening to him was absolutely amazing.
Warnings: Pregnancy, tiny little bit of angst, fluff, hawks being bad with feelings, poorly written smut, that is the biggest warning, mention of Hawks’ mom. Hawks being a dork in love.
Notes: English is not my first language, some things could be badly written. Not beta proofed.
Your relationship with hawks was way better than a week ago. He called you in the mornings and in the evenings, even when he got little breaks. One day he went to your apartment to bring you breakfast and found out how awful morning sickness can be. But every night he came and went directly to see if you were okay.
And today was finally the day, today you were getting your first ultrasound. He was sitting next to you in the waiting room. Nervous and way more excited than he should, seeing all the other couples with their own kids was making him feel a lot of things.
He wasn’t expecting a 180° change, but there he was already picking names in his mind. While you were expecting everything to go wrong. He was taking your hand and tracing small circles in the back of it, a small gesture to try to calm you down.
Everything was way different from the last time, Hawks was making everything possible to make sure you feel he is there for you, finally beginning to know you. There were a lot of things he thought he knew about you but you were as much of an enigma as him.
He knew how you liked your coffee because he always stole a sip of it and knew how you liked to organize your notes, but didn’t know what was your favorite show, if you had any hobby, or how was your relationship with your family.
Which brought him a bigger problem, his family. He didn’t tell you about it, but he called his mother the same day you told him you were pregnant. And it didn’t go so well, he called at least fifthteen times before she picked up. “Don’t bother me keigo” was what she said before hanging up.
It didn’t bother him that much, he knew that would happen. What bothers him is how much he hoped for a different outcome.But now he had to focus on the present when the nurse called you to the doctor’s office. He never let go of your hand. When you looked at him he was wearing his biggest smile, it was somewhat cute.
And then the doctor said “Congratulations! it looks like you have a six week pregnancy so far” she probably said something more but everything sounded muffled to hawks.
Six weeks ago, he remembers everything, it was a Tuesday because it was late at night. You were still doing paperwork when he came back from a mision pretty beat up and asked you to patch him up.
It wasn’t uncommon he asked you that. You were sitting at his desk, cleaning some scratches in his face. Meanwhile he was looking at you as if you were a goddess. You had your eyebrows frowned and your lips partially opened. God your lips always looked so good, he didn’t even wait for you to finish cleaning him, he stood up between your legs and started kissing you, not hungrily like every time you did this, it was more like a passionate kiss.
He started unbuttoning your blouse, leaving your breast exposed when he pulled down your bra. His hands were now grabbing your waist while yours were on the desk for stability. It felt like everything was spinning, soon he deepened the kiss and started grinding onto you with his wings encasing you.
This wasn’t something new, when he hired you he already had a mild crush on you, maybe more of a physical attraction. It wasn’t even one month for him to start flirting with you, when one day you just looked so cute to even let go of the opportunity. And it became your routine, some days you would stay late so he could take whatever he desired from you.
You let a moan escape your mouth when he started kissing your neck, it wasn’t too long for your clothes to disappear, he inserted two fingers inside your pussy knuckle deep. It felt so good, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your legs started trembling and began to feel the knot inside you getting tighter and tighter before it snapped, he waited for you to finish riding your orgasm on his hand, then he pulled his fingers out and put a condom on.
The moment he put his cock inside you, you let a loud moan out of your mouth, your eyes were glossy, your back was arched and your lips were red and shiny from the kissing.
“You are so beautiful” He said with adoring eyes.
Hawks felt what he thought was overwhelming lust in the moment, but now he knew it was love, all this time what he felt was love. And that love made the new life that was growing by the second, right in front of him through that screen.
“Look Keigo! There they are!” You sounded excited and he was smiling like a mad man. For the first time in a week and a half your relationship felt like it was before, even better than before. And he was fucking ecstatic to enter this new chapter in his life along side you.
Hawks had asked to meet you at a restaurant a few days later to discuss the situation. After he kept his promise and arranged everything for you to work from home, you only called him for his briefing or just texted him when you weren’t feeling that well.
You arrived at the restaurant and you were immediately directed to a private room, he was already there. You always had a good chemistry with him even before the hook ups, but now everything feels awkward. You didn’t make eye contact, just looked around the room. It was a high end restaurant with a very traditional decoration.
“Hey, there’s a lot of that sushi you liked last time-”
“Hawks, I can’t eat raw fish”
Now he was feeling like the biggest moron on the earth. Since the day you told him you were pregnant he had spent all his free time searching everything he could find about pregnancy, but he never searched for a diet.
“It’s okay, I’ll have whatever you’re having with chicken” And now he was feeling even worse, because you knew him, you knew anywhere he went he would always order something with chicken and yet he didn’t know you can’t eat raw fish.
“All right, we can do that, what about you choose something to drink?” You nodded and searched through your menu. Meanwhile he looked at you, you haven’t changed a lot in the few years he knows you. You even looked the same when you stayed your days and nights next to him after he was burned by Dabi. You even stayed after he brocasted his darkest secrets. You stayed and acted like it was any other day. It was amazing the comfort he got just from your presence alone. He was scared of that, the familiarity of someone, it was new for him. Maybe he was afraid of new things .
That is why he wanted to do this, because you were there for him when he needed someone, and you needed him now, especially him because he is the father. That’s another new concept for him, but he wasn’t frightened by that. Yes, his parents weren’t the best examples of what to do, but they were the best on what not to do. He Knew what their mistakes were, he was going to read every book he found, ask for advice, even go to a parenting class. But he was going ahead of himself, first he needed to fix things with you.
“Look Hawks, I don’t need anything from you” you were trying to find an exit to this situation again.
“When is your ultrasound?” he interrupted before you could refuse one more time. “Next week” a short answer so you could escape, this was suffocating. You didn’t exactly want to be a new burden on his shoulders. “Then clean my schedule for that day, I’m coming with you”.
“Hawks you don’t need-”
“I’m doing this because I want to. Let me be there“
“I don’t want to barge in your life like that” No matter how hard you tried to push him away, he kept insisting on being part of this “Why not?”.
“Because you have more important things to do” Now he understood why you wanted to run away from him. It isn’t exactly him, It’s the implications of being pregnant with his child.
“More important than you?” He was getting frustrated.
“YES” you were so desperate to stay out of the way you resorted to shouting.
“NO” he replied the same way.
“It’s selfish of me to keep you away from the thing you love the most”
“And what if you are what I love the most”
Another new thing for hawks, love. And god if it felt good admitting he was in love with you, all this time it was love, he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
He stood up and sat right next to you. Tears were falling from your eyes “But you never said you loved me” He pulled you into an embrace.
“I know, like I said, I’ve been an asshole this whole time, but I’m going to make it up to you. For you and our baby”
Maybe it seemed like very little, but it was exactly what you needed to hear right now. And maybe new things weren’t as scary as Keigo thought.
Today was like any other day you would come inside his office, say your greetings and his schedule and then leave. At least that was what he was expecting until you said “ I quit”.
He was confused, you did an amazing job day in and day out, everyone in the agency loved you. “Thanks for the opportunity to work alongside you” You did a small bow and waited for his answer. “What? Why?” He stood up from his office chair and stood in front of you.
“I found a new job and-” You were avoiding his gaze and were pretty nervous. “That’s bullshit, tell me the truth” and that’s when you broke down with tears in your eyes “Hawks, I’m pregnant”
He froze, didn’t know what to do, he was processing what you just told him, you were crying in front of him and he just stood there scared. That was what he was feeling, he was scared, and you were scared.
When he finally became aware of his surroundings again he pulled you into a hug. Where he felt way too big and suffocating inside his office that he wanted to fly out of the window and pretend this never happened but you seemed so fragile next to him, he knew he couldn’t do that, not when you needed him the most. “Please don’t leave” he pleaded next to your ear pulling you tighter into the embrace.
He knew it was stupid trying to make you stay now when every single time he pushed you away. “Hawks let me go, I don’t want anyone in the agency knowing” that was a rule he put to whatever relationship you were having, and now he was regretting. He regretted all his choices, but never meeting you, not when you walked that first day into your little desk next to his office door. Not even now.
“No, please, I can arrange things so you can work from home, but don’t quit” He was crying too. “Keigo stop” you tried to push him away but he didn’t let go “If you really don’t want this, then we can find-”
“NO! I’m keeping this baby” you finally looked him in the eyes, both puffy and red from crying. “Then let me be part of this (Y/N)”
It wasn’t an easy decision, during the five years you have worked with him, Hawks always kept you at arm’s length from him, more than being afraid of commitment, it was the way he had learned to maintain relationships. In a way that never interfered with his work, but this was different, you were different. He wanted to do things right with you, yet he made the same mistake over and over again. But not any more.
“I know I’ve been an asshole, but let me stay by your side, work things out” He was starting to panic when you didn’t say anything for a long minute, he knew he fucked up and you were going to say no and walk trough that door and never see you again. And once again, anything was what he was expecting.
