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 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: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.
Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.
This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY, minors dni
✰ starring:hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader ✰ synopsis:as the number two hero, hawks has the ability to do conceivably anything he wants. spend any amount of money, travel to even the most remote places in the world, and even cover up the string of murders committed by the girl he’s deathly in love with. ✰ content:lovesick-to-the-point-of-crime hawks, serial killer on da loose, mentally-ill-but-also-not-really reader, slight domestic vibes, hawks wants to marry a serial killer <3, bloodlust, mentions of addiction, a liiiittle bit of consumption imagery, medical/anatomical problems because i’m Not a biology student i had to call my stem brother for advice ✰ warnings: descriptive murder, killing, wee bit of gore, clinical insanity tbh, INTENSE daddy kink, overstimulation, face fucking, somnophilia, mild dubcon at the end <3 ✰ word count: 14.1k ✰ a/n: it’s kinda fucked up but also not fucked up enough to warrant like, a psychiatric visit for me. part of my own one with the wind collab for the love of myyy lifeeeeee <3 lowkey self indulgent i just want to murder people
he lifts the police tape up with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. the morning is gloomy, clouds on the precipice of pouring down tears, the air humid. it’s one of those days he wishes he could spend at home, but alas; duty calls.
“what are we lookin’ at?” he asks, sipping his latte. it’s a little on the bitter side even though he’d asked specifically for extra sugar, but it’ll be fine. he winces, swallowing anyway.
“mr hawks,” the officer greets him. “good morning. it’s another case.”
“of?”stupid question. it’s too early in the morning for his brain to function at maximum capacity, so it takes him a few seconds before he shakes his head. “oh. forget i asked.”
“that’s no problem mr. hawks,” the officer nods nonchalantly. “the same lookup. drained of blood, needle puncture wounds in the wrists, elbows. sliced open from collarbone to diaphragm.” they both look at the body on the ground, a pale girl with blonde hair, dark eyes wide open in a permanent state of shock. hawks almost feels bad for the girl, stripped naked down to her hips, her flesh split. he hopes the incision was made at least after she had died.
“so all the same markings of the crimson reaper then?” he takes another swig of his coffee. the girl definitely put up some kind of fight, with bruises on her arms, hands. but, as always, nothing of the killer is left on her body. not any skin under her nails, not any fingerprints. the crimson reaper knew what they were doing. they always do.
the officer nods, their cap tipped almost over their green eyes, hair tucked neatly into a bun. hawks looks down at them as they look at their notepad. “without a doubt,” they say grimly. “that’s the fourth case this month.”
Being in love with the Pro Hero Hawks had its perks and ,very few drawbacks, one of those perks was being able to inviting your sweet boyfriend out to events with you. This time you invite Hawks to a semi formal work event held by your bosses in appreciating to their employees. Everyone so far has been very professional with him. No one had crowded him or overwhelmed him. They patiently waited until we did our rounds with everyone I personally knew.
Your bosses and coworkers loved him. He had a certain way with people that just drew them in. An hour in, he excused him self to bring you some food and another flute. He trailed his arm around your waist and ghosted his fingers around the fabric of your waist , “I’ll be back, Little Feather.” He let you go and moved through the crowd to get you something to eat and drink. You stayed chatting with a coworker when an arm slithered across your shoulders. You’d know that slimy feeling anywhere. It was *That* coworker. The one who thought he was so hot and Gods gift to men.
You shrug his arm off your shoulder sending shivers down your spine as his arm dropped. Goose bumps rose on your bare back. You rose your glass to your lips and turned around. “What do I owe the pleasure? I thought you weren’t coming tonight.” You looked around to where Hawks went but couldn’t see him inbetween the crowd. “Well aren’t you glad to see me? Came here just to say hi to you.” His stupid face carried his stupid smirk and you felt the anger build in you.
“ Awww didn’t you miss me, hun?” He moved closer to you trying to move his arm back when you were yanked out of the way. “Woah there my love, I got you.” You were pressed against a firm chest, arms wrapped around your waist. You look up in surprise and see Kegio’s face looking down at you. He smiled warmly at you but there was a glint in his eye. Something with an edge.
He pressed you closer to him cuddling into you, snuggling his face into yours. Your heart filled with love and you couldn’t help but snuggle back in happiness “I’m sorry Little Bird did I take too long? I brought you something to eat.” You thanked him and stayed in his arms while plopping a grape happily in your mouth. He raised a finger to caress your cheek and hmmed in happiness. “How’s my beautiful girl? Did you miss me for long?” He cheekily smiled at you pulling an exasperated sigh out of you. You rolled your eyes at him, “Mmmm idk but I missed these grapes.” He pulled away form you, “Gasp! This just means I have to give you more of my love!” He pulled you closer to him winning a giggle from you.
“Umm excuse me. We were having a conversation here!” The creep was still there body squared with his chest puffed out. “Is this asshole bothering you, hun?” Hawks body went stiff and his smile dropped. He looked at his general direction looked him up and down scoffing. “Anyways babe, since it looks like you weren’t with anyone important lets go talk to your work bestie I saw her earlier with her boyfriend. I was talking to them about double dating.” He pulled away to stand next to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you from the unwanted man near you. You were so excited talking to Hawks about the possible double date. You never even noticed the wicked bone chilling glare he sent to the other man.
You know its funny you never did hear from him again.
Being with Hawks was something unexpected. You never really thought you’d end up with him in the first place. He’s a wonderful guy who could talk a person into anything he wanted really. But it was the things that made him, him, that had you falling for him.
It started off slow at first and you didn’t catch it right away. Whenever you were together he’d always want to eat. He’d take you to some street vendor and you’d eat in the park. You take a walk afterwards and he’d hold your hand sweetly stealing some kisses.
During a date you always stop by to eat somewhere. Anywhere, from a ramen restaurant to the rare expensive restaurants. He would even randomly show up during his patrol. He’d swoop in, walk with you and casually offer you some snacks.
After a while he’d wake up early to have breakfast with you in the mornings. He’d hide your favorite snacks in your purse or jacket. He’d still swoop in during the day to spend time with you but when he was busy he’d see you just to drop off some food. After a while, Hawks was a staple at your dinner as well.
By the time you noticed, Hawks would be with you ever meal. When you confronted him about it he smiled, “Aww Y/N I gotta take care of my Baby Bird some how, I just like making sure you eat.” He tiled his head and touched your cheek,” I love making sure you stay healthy and happy and I know you miss your meals.” He touched his forehead with yours, “ I’m sorry love, I just wanted to take care of you.”
Your heart just about melted and you said it was fine. He pulled away and looked up at you with excitement in his eyes, “Really Y/N great! Lets go get something to eat its dinner time!” You let out an exasperated breath and followed him squeezing his hand as a sign on love. He was just so sweet.
→prompt(s):“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” & “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
a/n: this was tucked away because I was dying to use the prompts for a certain birdbrain and finally found the motivation to finish it. <3
♡characters/pairings:mafia! keigo takami (hawks) x waitress! reader
♡warnings:smut; light to heavy petting and grinding.
♡word count: 2.3k
Every night since you began working at the club, it had been the same routine. You had been warned by the other serving staff that it would happen–getting hit on by the boss, that he had made his way through them all and he always got what he wanted. Sure, Mr. Takami was a good looking man, he was downright the prettiest man you ever laid eyes on. But he was also one of the most dangerous men in the city.
It was a fifty-fifty shot which of the two had made it easy for him to bed his staff, to use them until they were broken and quit or he got bored and fired them to make room for the next walking game piece. You had been adamant during that initial conversation that it wouldn’t be you and they had all smiled while muttering ‘sure.’ But every night for the last five months, you had managed to shoot down every little pick up line, swat away his wandering hands and you did it all with a simple phrase rolling off your tongue that kept you from losing your job:
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…”
It kept the chase alive and to everyone’s surprise? The more you denied him, played hard to get, the more he wanted you. He knew that you would be the most fun yet, the harder to break the longer he would get to play with you. And being as clever as he was, Takami knew that you would never fall to the same half-ass attempts those before you had, oh no. But he kept up this little game of cat and mouse with you while he planned something much better.
“Evenin’, Mr. Takami, what can I get ya tonight?” You asked with a smile on your painted lips as you waltzed up to his usual table in the VIP section.
“You…” He drawled with a soft smirk, reaching out to capture your wrist before you could reach for your pen to jot down his order and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss at your knuckles while that golden gaze burned into you. “Ah, you know what I like.” He gave in when you cocked a brow at his antics, but he hadn’t let go of your hand just yet. “How about you join me for a drink tonight?”
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…” You replied, your tone a perfect mix of sweet and sultry as you moved to walk away with a wink, but still he hadn’t let go.
HELLO EVERYONE I AM STILL VERY MUCH ON A HIATUS!! butttt I’ll very hesitantly be here trying to answer inboxes, do some drabbles, etc. Please take this very crappy and sloppy fic as an apology for being gone hehe rip
TW: noncon, bullying, abuse of power, language, manipulating, groping
a/n: this was inspired by @jellyjulep’s post on twitter about making fast food stops on your way home with hawks. hope you enjoy that as a little briding drabble before i’ll post the dryhumping headcanons ^^
warning(s): hawks with a tummy, slight belly kink, handjob
You and Hawks had gone on countless dates together already, more often than not it was to a restaurant but that didn’t matter. You were glad you could spend at least some time with your hero boyfriend, so even those small trips for dinner were more than enjoyable for the both of you. This time, the restaurant Hawks chose looked promising, but you two quickly came to realize that it was one of those fancier restaurants where you would get the smallest portions for triple the price. And so you both find yourself in the car, hungry and a bit grumpy about the experience but one smirk and two words from Hawks turned everything around. “Drive through” had been the idea that set everything into motion and soon you were finding yourself stopping at multiple places on the way home to get all of the yummy, fatty goodness that you often denied yourself. Hawks devoured his chicken nuggets like the starving bird he was while you were occupied by fries and the different types of sauces.
Eventually, you came to a stop, Hawks could feel his belt getting tight as well as the buttons on his white shirt as he licked his fingers clean of the last remnants of delicious chicken crumbs. You two really went all out tonight and that 4+1 special deal gave you the rest. Hawks relaxed into his seat, the tightness of his clothes getting a little too uncomfortable for his liking so he unbuttoned his shirt, his belt coming loose soon after that, leaving him exposed to the air. His seat goes back as he fully lays into it, revealing his swollen belly. His muscular physique was still there, but it was something else seeing him content with his tummy sticking out ever so slightly while the piercings on his nipples glistened under the car’s indoor lights.
“Oh FUCK that was good,” he groaned, a smile spreading as he faces you.
You could only return the expression, running your fingers through his hair, however, your mind soon starts to wander, which was almost inevitable given that Hawks is presenting himself to you like that. Your gaze drifted lower, down his pecs and to that healthy pudgy tummy, past to where his unzipped jeans revealed his boxers.
“You know, I know we ate a lot, but I wouldn’t mind some dessert right now,” you teased, wasting no time slipping your hand past the waistband of his boxers.
Even in his narcotic-like state, he could feel the twitch his cock gave when your warm hand brushed over it, feel how his whole body shuddered in arousal. “Damn baby bird, in the car? You definitely have a talent for catching me off-guard.” The next pair of witty remarks got stuck in his throat, replaced by a low groan and followed by him biting down on his lower lip.
Skillfully you worked his cock to full hardness, giving how he slowly bucked into your hand, it wasn’t really difficult and soon you were finding yourself stroking him in a pleasant rhythm with your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip.
Hawks didn’t have the energy to admire your work, so he gave up and closed his eyes so he could focus on how your hand was feeling around his cock. It was enough to drive him crazy and had he eaten less, you would already be laying on your back and spread out beneath him. “Oh you’re really getting right into it I see? You’re really spoiling me tonight pretty bird, fuck…”
For once you were thankful that it was already late and the parking lot at the fast food place you stopped at wasn’t too crowded anymore, but on the other hand, it would have certainly added some more excitement into all of this. Slowly, you increased the speed of your hand, working his shaft in more powerful strokes and massaged the tip more frequently which had already begun to leak pre-cum. There was a generous amount this time, it slipped through your fingers and added to the overall hot sound of you squeezing his cock more from time to time.
Hawks started to whine and whimper, eyes still closed as he sprawled out on his seat, blissful and needy. “D-don’t stop. Ohh please don’t stop.” He chanted as his hips desperately tried to make you increase the speed once more, yet the fullness of his stomach prevented more extensive movement, so he had to wait and lay there ‘till you decided to give him mercy. The fact that he was moaning so sweetly made that hard for you, but you held out a little longer to watch him. “F-Fuck it feels so good baby bird. More. P-please more, ahh…”
With a sly grin, you reached over, gently gripping his full tummy and rubbing it, earning you a content “mhhh” followed by a couple of chirps. You turned over and lowered your head, peppering kisses on his belly all the way up to his blissful face where you pressed a kiss against his lips. He returned it eagerly, gasping as he can feel your other hand on his chest, two fingers twisting his sensitive nipple. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tasting his sweet moans and swallowing them up one by one. With every new drag along his cock or each new tug at his nipple he gets messier, sloppier in kissing you back and in rutting into your hand. You’ve never seen him in such a blissful state before but it made everything even more worthwhile. Each new pump of his cock started a chain reaction: his hips stuttering, his tummy gently shaking with the movement he made and his mouth opening to let out more moans.
You can now feel his wings begin to flap helplessly, the pressure steadily building in his abdomen getting too strong, almost unbearable. “P-please baby bird I need to cum, please do it now, I can’t, I-” He’s once again interrupted by a series of moans which get higher and louder as you start stroking him at a relentless pace, your slick palm slapping against his balls with every stroke and your thumb rubbing gentle circles over his sensitive head.
“Go ahead, Keigo, cum for me.” And even though you kept your voice shallow, you could hear how much Hawks was focused on it even in what you thought would be a state that would be too far away for you to reach. A few moments later he spilled into your palm with a high keen and beautifully parted lips, each drop sending another throb through his cock and his body. His hips are still jerking and bucking into you as he rides out his orgasm, enjoying the warmth pooling down his cock just like the fullness and warmness that was seated in his stomach.
A few more hiccups and quiet groans slipped past his lips before he opened his eyes and you met his handsome golden orbs, hazy from the high and filled with so much satisfaction and happiness. Finally, he managed to move and placed his shaking hand on your cheek, pulling you down into another soft kiss.
When you pulled away you grinned as you saw Hawks with that same expression, lips parted slightly as he leaned back into his seat. “Satisfied?” You asked as you started cleaning him up with napkins.
“Mhh, definitely,” he murmured, barely able to hold back a jawn. “What about you?”
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.
[ 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.
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.
Warnings: Very mild sexual implications (the reader’s soulmark is on their butt and shenanigans ensue)
Summary:“What kind of soulmate slaps you on the ass when you first meet?”
Word Count: 1k
If you were to ever look across the masses of people walking through the large city streets of Tokyo, you would undoubtedly see at least a handful of people with a plainly visible soulmate mark. The mark, generally varying in size and shape, could be composed entirely of grey hues while others were bursting with vibrant colors; the latter being an assured sign that the person in question had met their soulmate. Some people appeared to have no soul mark, luckily enclosed under where they’d wear clothes. Others weren’t quite as lucky with a large mark that stretched out beyond where their clothes could cover or even a mark which was on their face.
As Hawks looked across each of the passing people below where he was perched, he still deemed his own soul mark to be the most unlucky of all, especially because of his profession. Across his left cheek had been a clearly hand-print shaped, grey mark since the day he was born. The mark was tilted in such a way that it soon became clear to the flight hero that his soulmate’s first contact would be a slap to the face. Although he fretted about that occasionally, the real issue became when he entered the public eye as a rather famous hero: people would slap him.
At first, he thought it was just a one time thing. A woman had come up to him like she was asking for an autograph only to smack him hard across the face and sigh in disappointment when the mark didn’t light up. But, it only continued after that. People of all kinds of descriptions would come up to the hero and test their luck at being his soulmate. Some would only gently tap his cheek while others, like the first instance, would hit him hard across the face. A handful of people had even painted their hand to give the illusion that it had worked; none of those instances were very convincing, and he’d yet to see his soulmate mark light up to some adoring fan.
Meanwhile, you found yourself in a much different set of circumstances. Luckily, you weren’t in any position of fame nor did you find people frequently testing their luck at activating your soul mark. But, you’d still consider your soulmark to be unfortunate: a handprint on your butt cheek. “What kind of soulmate slaps you on the ass when you first meet?” You had always wondered. Overall, you weren’t too thrilled to meet your soulmate, especially with the impression they had already left on you.
On that fateful day, you’d been going to meet a friend on your day off work. And, it just so happened that Hawks had decided to follow the same route only for the reason that it was the way Endeavor was going.
“So, I heard you have kids, right?” He decided to bring up as his next topic to annoy the man, “Todoroki Shoto, I saw him at the Sports Festival. He beat my work studies kid. You must be proud, huh?”
“Yes, but my kids don’t like me very much.” Endeavor responded.
“I can’t begin to imagine why that is…” The flame hero cut off the other’s sarcastic remark with a harsh glare.
“My children are none of your business, Hawks.” He added.
“C'mon, don’t be like that Mr. Number One!” As Keigo was speaking, he flicked his hands out to his side.
The action proved to be a mistake as he felt his hand having hit something a bit harshly. At first, he assumed it to be someone’s arm or maybe even a small child who had been walking nearby. He turned to apologize to whomever he hit only to get a hard smack to the face.
“Asshole.” You muttered as you left the man behind in pursuit of the location you’d be meeting your friend. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to react so harshly to the man who you assumed had just intentionally smacked your ass: most other people would have just let the situation de-escalate so as to not face the possible wrath of some odd man. But, you were sure you wouldn’t be sticking around.
As for Hawks, he’d taken a second to recover from having been slapped. “Serves you right.” The number one hero a few paces ahead of him now commented. It was no surprise the man decided to stop and witness the younger hero get slapped.
“It’s not the worst I’ve gotten.” Hawks tried to play it off as he returned to walking beside Endeavor.
He looked back up at the tall hero to further pester him, but the man only appeared to stare back at him with an unfamiliar expression. “Did you see a ghost or something?” Hawks attempted to poke fun at the odd look.
“Your uh- mark.” Endeavor tapped the side of his own face to gesture what he meant to Hawks.
“Huh?” Keigo pulled out his phone to look at what the flame hero could have meant. He only had his camera app open for a second before he noted the bright mix of colors on his cheek.
“Hey, wait up!”
“It was kinda funny, y'know. I went up to them and was like ‘hey, I know you just slapped me, but we’re soulmates!’ They were super apologetic though, they hadn’t even realized that I was a pro-hero. I can’t blame them though.” You read through the most recent magazine interview your boyfriend had done.
You were ever supportive of his hero aspirations, and the things he did outside of it. But, you hardly expected him to be asked specifically about his soulmate and tell the true story of how you two met.
“Now I do it often and they hardly have that kind of interaction. Seriously Keigo?” You repeated the last line of the interview back to him.
“What? I was just telling the truth.” Keigo looked up from his phone.
“Shut up!” You lightly smacked his arm.
“I’m just kidding,” he leaned onto you, like a sort of human blanket, “PR Manager told me to add something 'interesting’ if I was going to bring you up. I hate that guy.”
“Sorry though, I won’t bring that up again. Usually I don’t even answer.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
“Do you get asked often?” You asked.
“Kinda, they usually ask when and how or if it’s some specific hero. Mount Lady apparently found her soulmate recently and interviewers won’t stop asking me about it.” Keigo rolled his eyes.
“Don’t even get me started one when Rumifound her soulmate! It was maybe like a week before we met, and I couldn’t go even a second like walking somewhere without people asking! Like, how many times does she have to say her soulmate is a woman for people to get it…” Keigo continued his ramblings about the press, while you lay quietly on the couch beside him.
