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A Bad choice

Hawks x F!VillainReader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Smut, manhandling, degrading names (slut, bitch) penetration, rough sex, cum eating, hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. receiving) face sitting, very tiny bit of angst, guilt, manipulation

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Hawks feels guilty for having an affair with a villain and he comes to see you so he can end it. But turns out it ain’t that easy to give up something so perfect and addicting.

Word count: 3.4k

A.N.: This is an old WIP, which I finally had the motivation to finish.

It was almost midnight when Hawks was about to go out and end something he never should’ve started in the first place. Dressed in all black, he walked towards the window but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror.

His usual carefree smile was gone and replaced with a serious expression, the gold of his eyes reflecting disappointment and guilt. He was no longer able to feel himself as a pro-hero as he had sunk too deep into the world of villains and that was the reason encouraging him to fly into the chilly night. 

Buildings passed by and bright lights were glowing beneath as Hawks made his way to your rundown apartment building. He knew the route by heart, having visited you hundreds of times, even when he was supposed to be patrolling. That alone was more than a reason to stop accepting that forbidden fruit you were offering. 

Soon the better side of the city switched to an area that Hawks himself could’ve ended up in if the HPSC hadn’t made him a pro-hero. He landed gracefully on the slanted roof before knocking on your skylight window and not long till you came to open it.

“Hi Hawks,” you cooed while placing your hands flat on the window sill.

“Hey Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Come on in,” you urged, turning your back on him while walking towards the couch table. 

Hawks entered your apartment and cautiously glanced at your figure, which was clad in a satin morning robe that hugged your curves perfectly. The hem of it was short enough for him to get a glimpse of your lacy panties when you bent over to pick up a glass of half-finished wine. A dryness spread in his throat for the utterly attractive sight and he tried to swallow imperceptibly as you turned around.

“What a nice surprise,” you purred, knowing he had stared at your body, “I thought I’d never see you again,” you added a little sarcastically while taking a sip from your glass. 

“Yeah,” Hawks mumbled, embarrassed as you referred to the words he said every time after being buried inside you; that this would be the last time.

Needless to say, it wasn’t more than a lie he repeated in hope that someday he’d listen to himself. You knew that, yet as he avoided your gaze, you noticed that this time something was different. 

“So.. What brings you here?“ You asked. 

Hawks turned to look at you again, “We need to stop doing this,“ he suddenly blurted out, making you tilt your head a bit. He was clearly nervous, glancing down before recollecting the rehearsed words. 

“I’m one of the top pro-heroes of this nation so there’s a lot of expectations and pressure put on me. Other pros rely on me to do my job and society trusts me to keep them safe,” he explained calmly, albeit with a certain strictness in his voice.

“People are looking up to me– little children are looking up to me. But I’m not worthy of their admiration anymore, not after everything I’ve done,” Hawks looked down and you could hear just how deeply bothered he was.

“I have to fix this, otherwise I can never look at myself in the mirror again, let alone look any of my colleagues in the eyes. And I know there might not be much I can change–” he lifted his eyes and focused them on yours.

“But you, I can stop seeing.“

You studied his serious eyes before placing the wine glass back on the couch table, “So you’re here to end this?”

“Yes. And I also should start by doing the right thing, but since I’m the corrupted pro-hero here, I’m not gonna arrest you– he started, noting the way you turned your sharp eyes at him, ”But if I ever see you again after this, I will.”

His threat wasn’t enough to falter your composure as you now turned to fully face him with your arms folded. Having been involved with Hawks for some time, you knew a lot of his personal things, including his true status as a HPSC spy. Such information allows you to approach the issue from another angle.

So barely narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head, “Do you know why you’re feeling the way you are?”

Hawks blinked, having not expected you to ask such a question. Nevertheless he didn’t even try to comment on something that was beyond his comprehension and instead waited for you to elaborate. 

“So you got your hands dirty with the League, one of the worst villains this country has seen in ages. You’ve assassinated dangerous villains and even corrupted pro-heroes, who the Safety Commission deemed as inconveniences, capable of disrupting the illusion of perfect heroes–” you explained, not taking your eyes off of him.

“But that’s what you’re supposed to do as their trained weapon.” 

Your remark resonated within Hawks so he listened to your credible and assertive voice continue.  

“You can’t refuse those orders because they are decisions made by your superiors and that’s why those wrongs are never supposed to be on your conscience,” you added while taking a few steps closer to him, the serious look on your features softening a little. 

“You are a good guy, Hawks. We both know that if it was up to you, you would’ve left all of those things undone.”

He could feel the burden in his heart lightening for you were right. If he ever would have had any say, he would’ve chosen differently. Though realizing that wasn’t still quite enough to erase his guilt as something still gnawed at him and he didn’t know what it was. Luckily you did. 

“Now, I know what you really feel the most guilty about. And that’s me,” you said, drawing his momentarily faltering attention back to you. 

“Why do you say that?” 

“You said it yourself. What you’re doing with me is the only thing you can control, which means that fucking me is your own choice. Now that you know that, you have a chance to make things right.”

In a way it was a lot to internalise for Hawks so he stared at you indecisively. If he would leave now and never return, his conscience would mostly be purified. But what made him waver was that even if you were the only taint in his reputation, why should it matter since no one knew about your affair.

It should’ve been an easy decision yet he hesitated. And it didn’t help that your eyes gained a mischievous glint and your lips formed a wicked smile before slowly starting to advance him. 

“But if you really think about it.. is what we’re doing such a bad thing after all?“ You asked. Hawks didn’t respond, instead he tensed up at your changed demeanor, acknowledging the seducing swing of your hips and the power it had over him. 

“I mean.. Everyone’s bound to make mistakes. No matter how good or untainted someone seems, everyone will make poor choices and wrong decisions,” you pointed out while invading his personal space.

“So since you’re eventually gonna do something bad anyway.. Why not let it be me?“ You purred, placing your hands against his chest and using your index finger to draw circles in the exposed part of it. 

Hawks gulped. No matter how much he tried to fight himself, he couldn’t deny that your words made sense. You were just a little mistake he repeated every once in a while and that was totally humane. It’d be unreasonable for anyone to demand him to be flawless. 

Suddenly an alarm started screaming in his head that this was exactly what you do; mess with his mind. Sure, you were only speaking the truth, but even so if you’d manage to lure him into your bed, it’d still be wrong. 

His features turned darker, the golden hue of his eyes glowing ominously while his pupils turned into slits. Like informing you that he knew what kind of game you were playing and he wasn’t gonna let you get away with it without repercussions.

But you only chuckled, knowing that his hostility was always a sign for being a few words away from tearing your clothes apart, “You wanna punish me, hero..?” You cooed.

“Don’t fucking tempt me,“ he growled. 

“For all of your life you have taken orders from others. So why don’t you for this once, Hawks, follow your own desires–” slowly, you leaned in to bring your lips close to his ear, “..And make a bad choice.”

That was all it took for Hawks to throw his resolution out the window and shut the reason within his head. He grabbed your throat and violently backed you towards the couch before shoving you down on it. You gasped in excitement, the impact of your body slamming on the couch causing the wine glass to fall from the table and shatter into pieces. But Hawks couldn’t care less as he was impatient to take his jacket off before getting on top of you.  

Provoked by your horny grin, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you fiercely. It was dirty, sensual. The way his tongue instantly intruded your mouth and started rubbing against yours. Sloppy and hot, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth while your hands impatiently tore each other’s clothes off. 

His hand tugged down your panties while pulling away from you, “Take these fucking things off,” he snarled. As you were completely naked under him, he brought his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before sneaking them in between your legs. 

Your sultry moan was like a charm he needed to hear as he pushed his fingers inside you. Feeling the soaked walls of your pussy, he turned his glare at you. 

“You’re this fucking wet already?” He asked with a despising tone, yet at the same his cock twitched in anticipation. 

You showed him a toothy grin like a siren revealing her true intentions, “I can’t help it. It’s such a turn on to corrupt everyone’s favorite Wing Hero,” you purred. 

“You fucking slut,” Hawks growled while unbuckling his belt, bringing his lips on your neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin of it. Your hand flew into his wild hair, fingers running through the golden locks while the other one helped him lower his pants and free his aching cock. You spread your legs wider as he pulled away from your neck. 

“I’ll give you what you want,” he panted, adjusting his position and lining his cock with your tight entrance. You were panting, eyes half-lidded as you placed your hands on his ass.

”Yeah, shove it in me,” you whined desperately with want and as the head of his cock sank inside you, a lascivious smile twisted your face and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Hawks gritted his teeth as your wet walls were so silky, wrapping around him so fucking good. 

He started slamming into you hard, earning loud moans from you after each thrust. Your hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching his muscular back and leaving trails all over. You folded your leg around him, wanting him, needing all of him. 

He panted in pleasure, mind disappearing into another dimension as he was completely lost and uncaring about the things that had bothered him earlier. All that mattered was your sweet, irresistible pussy wrapped around him and the need to use it to get himself off. 

It was dirty, shameless and nothing was there to hold neither of you back. That’s why you were the only one who could give it to him the way he needed. If he was gonna betray himself and his beliefs, it might as well be with someone who let him do whatever he wanted. 

And you did. You could let him cum all over your pretty face, tits, pussy, you name it and he wouldn’t have to worry about your feelings, honor or any other insignificant shit. He could bend you over the nearest counter and fuck your pretty cunt from behind, grip your hair and make you scream, but your eyes would roll in your head and your tongue would loll out since it was only pure pleasure you felt. You could take anything. You could take him and all of what was him, including his dark side, which he had to keep hidden from everyone else. 

It was hours you spent fucking. Right now you had taken things to the bedroom and you were currently sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his tongue. His arms were hooked over your parted thighs and his tongue was flicking your sensitive clit. 

Your hands were placed flat against the wall as you supported your figure and moved yourself, your eyes hazy and tongue hanging out, you were lost in the pleasure and about to cum. 

“Aww shit, Hawks..! I’m fucking cuming..!” You moaned, throwing your head back and continuing to move your hips. Your desperate cries made his cock twitch against his toned stomach as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit, adding more pressure to make you reach your high. 

You cried out, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure washed over you in steady waves. Breathy pants passed your lips as you now lifted yourself off of him to collapse on the bed. 

Hawks was catching his breath before wiping your slick from his face with the back of his hand. He wasn’t done so while you were gulping for air, he got up on his knees and grabbed your ankles. Forcefully pulling you closer to himself, you squealed in surprise before coming in contact with his dark eyes. 

“You think we’re fucking done?” He asked and you showed him a twisted grin.

“Oh no sir, never,” you panted, ready to obey any command given to you.

“On your hands and knees. Hurry the fuck up,” he urged and you wasted no time to get on all fours. Arching your back, you spread your legs a little to give him a perfect sight of your pussy.

Hawks inhaled deeply, chest heaving from arousal as he brought his hand to your ass cheek. Squeezing it, his thumb pressed the soft skin hard enough so your puffy folds spread a little, showing your glistening slit. His cock throbbed almost painfully, aching as if demanding for friction.

He grabbed his hard length, lewdly giving a few slaps on your swollen lips before pressing the head of it against your sweet hole. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as your wet, inner lips molded perfectly around him. 

Placing his hands on your hips, his grip on them was bruising, unforgiving as he began ramming his cock inside you. Your face distorted in pleasure, brows furrowed in bliss as Hawks pounded into you, every once in a while giving your ass a harsh slap.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies as they moved in heat, his grunts and your moans echoing across the walls. Skin slapping against skin in an obscene manner, leaving no doubt for any prying ears of what you were doing. 

A tiny drop of sweat trailed down Hawks’s temple to his jaw while he kept thrusting into you relentlessly, observing how his slick-coated cock moved in and out of your pussy. Hard slams causing squelching sounds so shameless and foul, your fingers curled into the sheets, eyes half-lidded with pleasure written all over your features.

Hawks leaned his form over your smaller one, his hand palming your breasts, thumbs sweeping past your peaked nipples. His weight forced you face down on the mattress with your cheek pressing against it. 

He grabbed your wrists and twisted your arms behind your back, holding onto them before picking up the pace. He gritted his teeth in both pleasure and the drunkening power he had over your pliant body. You were his property and whether he wanted to go gently on you or absolutely batter your pussy, you were completely on board with it. 

Desperate moans kept tumbling down your parted lips, your hair a mess with strands all over your face. Suddenly Hawks brough his hand over your mouth, forcing his middle- and ring finger inside. He didn’t even have to command when you already closed your lips and sucked his digits, swirling your tongue around them as if you were sucking dick. Drool leaked down the side of your mouth, on the sheets as your vision was blurry with pleasure. 

Hawks was starting to near his umpteenth orgasm and he slammed inside you harder, balls slapping against your abused pussy. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he grasped a chunk of your hair while his other hand gripped your hip. 

Noting his rough gestures, you knew he was getting close, “Nnh.. Where do you wanna cum..?” You moaned. 

Hawks hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should empty his balls inside you or just shoot his load on your back. But then he stopped and pulled out of your heat. You glanced over your shoulder to see him getting on his feet beside the bed.

“Get down on your knees and fucking suck me off,” he huffed and you immediately moved yourself down on your knees before him. A hungry smile spread on your face as you grabbed his erection and wrapped your lips around it. Starting to bob your head back and forth, your moans sent pleasurable vibrations as you enjoyed the taste of yourself on his cock.

Hawks shut his eyes and leaned his head back, both of his hands tangling up in your hair as he forced himself deeper into your throat. He moved your head on his cock as he was so close that nothing could stop him from getting his rightful release. 

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum on your fucking face now..!” He groaned and as he let go of your hair, you pulled your head back with a wet pop, keeping your mouth open and stroking him into his orgasm. A loud grunt escaped his gritted teeth as he spilled his load all over your pretty face and tongue. You swallowed what drops of his seeds had landed on your tongue while some of it dripped down your naked breasts. 

Hawks panted loudly from relief and as he lowered his gaze on you, you showed him an unashamed smile while using your index finger to wipe some of his sperm from your chest. Then bringing it up into your mouth, your eyes were locked intensively as you licked your finger clean. 

“You really are a dirty bitch,” he sighed contently, using the word he could never say to any other woman.

You licked your lips seductively and placed your hands on your knees, leaning forward a little, “You want more?”

“Fuck yeah.”

***

It was almost small hours and the moans in your dark bedroom had quieted down. 

Hawks was now sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and with an impassive look on his handsome face. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder at your figure that was sound asleep. Covers were tangled up around your naked body and you looked so peaceful even though only moments ago you had engaged in such a dirty and lecherous act. 

Hawks blinked, his lips twitching and he turned his gaze back, thinking that unlike him, you had no reason to feel any guilt or shame. There were no morals or obligations to bind your desires, therefore you were free to do whatever you wanted. A bittersweet thought in a way. 

Nevertheless, he got up and went to pick up his clothes that had been scattered over the floor in the heat of the moment. He dressed himself as if nothing had happened before flying back into the night. 

When he arrived home, he was about to take off his jacket, but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror. Though his reflection hadn’t changed much, he was indeed barely able to look at himself now. His guilt, shame and disappointment had only increased, but still there was a little part of him that had actually been satisfied. 

He was torn. Once again you had managed to entice him, but as strong emotions drilled into his insides, he didn’t know whether to lie to himself that there would be no next time, or just accept the fact that to him you’ll always be a hard drug without a chance of rehab.

★ seven ( and more ) minutes in heaven, frat¡keigo

touya suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven in tomura's party. it's a killer game to spice any parties up. so the game commences. whichever items you draw from the black bag touya holds, the item belonging to that person has to be locked in tomura's small closet to have their heavenly moment for seven minutes.

might i say, keigo was way too delighted to retrieve your cute fluffy hair tie. he's always wanted to play seven minutes in heaven with you. he dreams of it, even if it means to have his buddies cheat with and for him. oh well. doesn't matter, as long as you're locked in tiny closet with him.

"seven minutes, okay?! start.. now!" you hear himiko exclaimed from the outside as you shifted uncomfortably in the closet. the tight space was to die for. but keigo was damn well enjoying it, seeing how he has his eyes on you with a forsakenly stupid grin on his face.

"let's makeout," he casually says, earning a furious blush from you. "don't say that so casually!" you exclaimed and keigo shrugs. "a few seconds and 6 more minutes left. come on, y/n. kissing time? please?"

that has you weak in your knees. your subconscious mind decided to absentmindedly nod without your full knowledge. the next thing you know, there's two minutes left, and keigo's heats the kissing, deepening it as every second passes by. his hands all over you, warm fingertips slowly trailing up the back of your shirt while his other hands cups your cheeks, occasionally trailing to your neck to caress them.

two minutes is over in such a short time, seeing how touya opens the door and grimaces at you both. "done making out, freaks?"

"fuck. give us seven more minutes, dabi," keigo says, his lips now moving to kiss your jawline before they dragged to your neck where he was caressing it so gently. "actually, leave us alone for the whole night."

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several failed dating apps that led to one night stands, creepy stalkers and just overall bad experiences. so now, fuck it. no more dating apps, we find the love of our lives outside in the smoking area of a bar like god intended. 

a short smau series that will include content such as; alcohol consumption, smoking (tobacco/marijuana), mentions of sexual history but nothing explicit, crass and bad language, dark humor at times. if you can’t be mature or don’t like it, please don’t read!

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touya and shoto’s friends

You and Hawks are both pro heroes and you approach him like:

You: “Did you hear that people have been shipping us?”

Hawks: “Really? That’s so weird.”

Hawks a week earlier, posting on a fake account: “HAS ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED HAWKS X Y/N?!”

Late Night

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..." 

He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing. 

"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."

"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot. 

It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it. 

During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.

But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down. 

You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets. 

“Babe….”

Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair. 

"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.

"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”

You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him. 

“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”

You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words. 

“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!” 

Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch. 

“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.” 

“You-” 

“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?” 

Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you. 

For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.

You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you. 

You hate how helpless you feel. 

Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”

His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears. 

“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.

He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed. 

“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”  

Omg! Can you do a smau where reader is like Dabi's probation officer or something???? After the war perhaps and he's in recovery but he's always sneaking out (harmless things, needs a smoke) and its STRESSING her out

anon i could fuckin kiss u rn this was so funny to make LMAO

doin' time // touya todoroki