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"we've been going all night, how are you still horny?" ft. takami keigo // hawks

mdni. 18+. dumbification, creampie

each time your eyes were able to peek open, you caught a glimpse of the gorgeous sight above you: keigo's face, flared with passion and lust as he fucked into you with great force, golden visionaries glowing with love as he looked down at your face, thoroughly fucked out, yet still craving more.

for hours, lewd sounds had filled the bedroom; a symphony of your loud moans tied with his deep, low groans, all paired together by the sloppy sound of his hips smacking against yours. your eyes were clamped shut from the neverending pleasure, but you found yourself wanting—no, needing more. keigo shared your desire, blissfully obliging each time you'd whine out a 'more, please'. his cum had mixed with yours, more of it dripping from inside your cunt to the bedsheets with each of the male's brutal thrusts.

"we've been going all night, how are you still horny?" keigo huskily groaned into your ear, smirk tugging at his lips as his hips pistoned back and forth, cock stretching your walls out each time, a delicious squelch sound coming from the friction. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, disheveled kiss. you babbled some unintelligible words into his lips, the only recognizable syllables being keigo's name.

"aww, pretty baby, y' mind's barely working, y'need me that bad?" he snickered, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder to fuck into you deeper, feeding off of your incoherent pleas and whines. you tried to convey how close you were getting to your orgasm, but simply couldn't; the overstimulating pleasure was far too great. your back arched off of the bed as you moaned and screamed for him, legs quivering as his thick cock sent you past your limit for a countless time, wails of his name being the only thing you could produce.

your walls clenched around keigo's cock again, a feeling which he couldn't get over no matter how many times he'd already felt it that night—and, much like the previous times, it spurred his own orgasm. with a low, smooth grunt of your name, the male took one last deep, impactful thrust, spilling his seed inside of you one last time.

pulling out, keigo admired the mess he'd made of you; hazy, barely able to form a sentence, with his cum spilling from your pussy and pooling onto the bedsheets. "i love you, babybird."

Fainted..

Hhhhh breeding with Hawks. You just, ovulating and being extremely needy and desperate the whole time, while he tries (and fails ofc) to not indulge you because he knows that as soon as he gets his hands on you, you ain't leaving until you're stuffed to the brim and your tummy has formed a noticeable bulge from his seed, and y'all are still too young and ambitious for a child.

tw for breeding n baby trapping

no because i'm a whore for hawks and breeding :((( he's always been able to convince you the two of you aren't ready yet, he's only 22 and at the beginning of his hero career! you understand right?

but you don't. you're constantly on him, begging him to fuck you full and raw. "'s ovulation day, kei, wanna- wanna have a baby," you tell him and he's so torn. torn between finally indulging you and sticking true to his fear of tying the both of you down with child. he looks at you, doe eyes just begging him to fill you up and he feels his heart tear in two when he has to tell you, "we can't, sweetheart. not yet, okay?" and your eyes well up in tears as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. he sighs; it's not like he doesn't want to, god he does. he does want to, knock you up, give you whatever you want but he's afraid of the kind of dad he'll be, if he can provide for you and for his little baby.

and when he's knocking on the door to your room, entering slowly he spots you curled up on your bed, scrolling through your feeds. you look up at him, and your lip trembles, mouth full of apologies. "'m sorry i got mad, i di'nt mean to, i just-" and he's over by your side in an instant, kissing your tears away and shushing you. "don't need t'be sorry, dovey," he whispers. "i'm sorry i can't give you what you want." he kisses you deep and sorrowful and you let him.

and somehow this culminates in you lying before him, legs spread and cunt glistening as he sinks his cock into you. "i gotta pull out, okay, baby?" he says but it's lost to you as he bottoms out, your gasps twisting into moans as he rocks into you. he grunts, your pussy warm and wet and swallowing him whole that he wonders how in god's name he's gonna have the strength to pull out. keigo's always so vocal when he's inside you, whining about how tight you are around his fat cock, how pretty you look with your tits bouncing with every thrust. "feels so fuckin' good, baby bird, fuck."

you nod, delirious out of your mind, the only thing coherent being how bad you want to feel his cum in you, painting you white, painting you his. you hold him tight, arms looped under his, digging your fingertips into his back as he stretches you out, bullying your cervix with his cockhead. your toes are curling, breathing shallow. "kei- kei, i'm close," you mumble, the familiar fire in your core burning every time he rocks his hips against yours. "'m gonna— kei, fuck, please don't stop—"

"won't," it sounds like a promise, the way he's gripping the sheets, the strain in his throat. "i won't, never gonna stop, baby," and he hangs his head, forehead pressed against yours.

"cum," you whisper, eyes wide. "wan' you t'cum in me, please, please," legs wrapping around his waist, caging him in. he shakes his head, but his hips don't stutter.

"can't, dovey, can't get you pregnant— fuck," he groans, and you tilt your head up to catch his lips in a kiss, swallow his breaths. "lemme- lemme out, baby, please, i can't— can't cum in you, not yet—"

but you don't. you keep bumping your hips up to meet his, your ankles digging into the divots of his hips, locking him inside you. he could push you off, hold your legs apart and pull out but he doesn't, not when your pussy is drooling around him, fluttering on the edge of cumming. not when you're begging him, please, please keigo, want you to, need to feel your cum in me! please, please gimme it, gimme it.

"dovey," his voice quivers, hips slowing down with a wince. "lemme out. can't get you pregnant, please—"

you whine, shake your head, whisper to him, wanna have your babies. wanna make you a daddy, keigo. and as soon as he hears it he's gone. consciousness leaves his brain as he groans, hips beginning it pump back into you.

"fine." he seethes, arm coming up to grip your chin firmly. "fine, brat. want my cum? i'll give it to you." he pounds against your hips, pelvis hitting your clit with so much force you almost black out. he's rough now, fucking you into the sheets, not letting up even when you stutter a c-cumming, i'm cumming, kei—! in fact he groans at the feeling of your cunt gushing, clenching around him.

"you asked for it," he reminds you, hips beginning to stutter. "asked for this. to make you my little breeding bitch, yeah?" and you nod, pathetic and dumb, every little thought oozing out of your ears. "gonna give it to ya— give you as many fuckin' kids as you want. make such a pretty mama, i know it."

you're whining, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he's hiking your legs up, pressing your thighs against your chest to fuck you fuller, deeper. "want me to get you pregnant, dovey?"

you nod. he tuts, flicking your empty head gently. "use your big girl words."

"wan' it," you gasp, feeling his dick pound your insides incessantly. "wan' you to fill me up, gimme your kids. wanna be pregnant, keigo, please!"

he kisses you as he cums, making your swallow his groans, his whines as he buries himself to the hilt in you. he cums loads, thick and potent and white, filling you to the brim until you can literally see a bump from where he's stuffed you full. you gasp at the pressure, at the way cum trickles down your ass as he moves.

but he doesn't pull out. keeps his cock in you, muttering, take it, baby, don't waste a drop, yeah? as your eyelids droop. "pretty girl," he coos over you, curling you into his chest, softening cock still inside. "gonna be a pretty mama too."

"First Flight"

The world found out in the quietest, most intimate way possible.

No live stream.

No statement.

Just a photo.

Posted to Hawks’ official social media, it was timestamped at 2:17 AM.

The image was simple — raw and honest. A newborn baby lay peacefully in a clear hospital bassinet, swaddled in a pale cream blanket, her tiny hand peeking out just enough to show the faintest hint of a feather-soft birthmark on her wrist.

The hospital tag on her ankle read:

Takami, Soraya

DOB: April 8th, 2:03 AM

Perched on the edge of the bassinet was one single crimson feather — unmistakably Hawks’.

No faces. No filters.

Just a baby, a feather, and the beginning of everything.

The caption read:

> “Welcome to the world, little bird.

Born strong, born free.

#SorayaTakami #OurGreatestFlight”

---

Hours Earlier…

You were exhausted, glowing with post-birth adrenaline and relief, curled up in the hospital bed with Soraya asleep in your arms. Keigo stood nearby, looking down at you both like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled sleepily. “You say that like it’s surprising.”

He chuckled. “I knew she'd be beautiful if she looked like you. But I didn’t expect her to already have my pout when she’s hungry.”

You laughed softly, then watched as he slowly walked over to the bassinet. Carefully, reverently, he placed one of his feathers beside her — not for show, not for symbolism.

But to protect.

He stepped back and lifted his phone, hesitating.

“You think… it’s time?” he asked, golden eyes uncertain. “Not for attention. Just… to share her.”

You nodded. “If you’re ready, I’m ready.”

He smiled, the kind of smile only you ever got to see — pure, unguarded, full of love. Then he snapped the photo and sat down beside you, your fingers threading together.

“I never thought I’d care this much about a post,” he whispered.

“Because it’s not a post,” you replied. “It’s a piece of her story.”

---

Moments Later, Online…

Trending Tags:

#SorayaTakami

#BabyBird

#HawksFirstFlight

#HeroDad

Fans were stunned.

The feather. The name. The stillness of the moment. It wasn’t loud or flashy — it was Hawks, but stripped down to his core: a man who had spent his life flying solo, finally grounded by love.

Even fellow heroes responded:

Best Jeanist: “Fashionably wrapped and absolutely precious.”

Fat Gum: “Protect her at all costs. Congrats, featherhead.”

Mt. Lady: “I’m not crying. You’re crying.”

---

Back in the Hospital Room…

Keigo turned off his phone and climbed into bed beside you, careful not to wake the baby in your arms.

“Think she knows she already changed the world?”

You looked down at Soraya’s tiny, sleeping face.

“She changed ours first.”

Keigo smiled, resting his forehead to yours. “She’s our best flight yet.”

TAKE AIM (character introduction)

baseball player!hawks x dancer!reader smau

takami keigo is a living legend in japan as the best baseball player not only in his country, but in the whole world. however he also happens to be the nightmare of every PR, especially with the recent turn of events that move all the media spotlight on himself. reader is a known face in the world of dancing battles, after years of taking part into all kinds of competitions and sharing choreography videos on their social media platforms, they finally decided to create a dancing equipe. everything changes, however, when a mysterious accident occurs and steals away all their dreams and hopes for the future.

trigger warning: injuries, dark themes, possible sexual content (in the future), violence, mentions of drug and abuse. before you read: minors DO NOT interact. I will be inconsistent with the updates. english is not my first language, please let me know if I make any mistakes. this is my first time writing a smau, any tips and constructive criticism are welcome!

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𖦹 MOONLIGHT ON THE RIVER ⇆ keigo "hawks" takami

┆︎summary ┆︎you're the only one for him. you have to know that, you have to.

┆︎tags┆︎established relationship, hurt/comfort, vanilla sex, intimacy, body worship, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving)

┆︎wc┆︎2.01k

┆︎an┆︎idk i don't think we give vanilla enough credit i'm sorry i can't be freaked out 24/7. and yes this title comes from a song by the same title by mac demarco.

this is your first real healthy relationship in...maybe ever.

the most you and keigo ever argue about are chores. or which unlucky soul has to be the one to get out of bed and answer the door for the delivery guy. sometimes he says he'll take out the trash but when you get home from work, it's still there. he says you always leave your shoes in the middle of the walkway (you don't) and that he can't help but trip over them.

things that are big disputes for most couples, like the leasing or the topic of parents and family―those are always discussed civilly. both of you reach the agreement that you'll talk when you've sorted through your emotions. when you're calm. in fact, you don't even think keigo's so much as raised his voice at you the entire two years you've been together. you only realize how easy it is with keigo whenever you confront the real fear that you could lose him.

"hey, turtledove" keigo says from somewhere near your left. you manage enough of your strength to shift your eyes to him. just enough that he should know you aren't purposefully ignoring him when you inevitably do not answer.

he stands in the doorway of the bathroom, clad in only a pair of simple black boxers. fresh from the shower, if the steam billowing into the bedroom is anything to go by. you remember him getting in, promises of, we'll talk when i get out, let you get your thoughts together murmured quietly into your cheek when he kissed you farewell.

you don't know how long he's been in there. just that you've been staring up at the ceiling, trying to muddle through the murk of your feelings. there's a soft creak in the bed, keigo's knee hitting the mattress as he lightly prods at you again.

it's not fair to him, you think idly. the way you're acting. silent and distant, lost in thought. but you're oh so weak to him and you turn over on your side so that you don't have to look at him. five years of therapy and all you can manage is a quiet, "it's nothing you did, keigo. i'm just...i need to―have to keep-"

a frustrated sound escapes you. it isn't him and you don't want him to blame himself. it's you and your doubting mind, that's the issue. and you hate when you get like this. keigo's hand settles at the small of your back, gently rubbing up and down comfortingly. then, his hand dances up your back, over your shoulder as he gently urges you onto your back again.

his shadow settles over you comfortably, and the way the moon settles behind him makes him look beautiful. like something unattainable. there's a knit of confusion and concern in the center of his brows and his hand settles over your breast, next to your heart.

"i'm worried about you turtledove" keigo says, after a while, voice quiet in the short distance between you. "it's not like your usual off days" he tacks on after a while. followed up shortly by a please in a tone that's uncharacteristically begging for him.

"you're the first good thing i've had...in a while, keigo" you tell him shakily, eyes roving over his face as you watch him piece the puzzle together. "i want to be good enough to keep you, if that makes sense"

it's stupid, juvenile. you know keigo loves you. anyone with a pair of decent pair of working eyes can see that. there's a long pause, emotions flitting over keigo's face as he sorts out his own thoughts.

the sheets rustle as he mirrors your position on the bed ; flat on his back, head craned to stare deeply at you.

"you never have to worry about that" keigo promises, voice strong and sure. "i'm not going anywhere, you know that"

and you do. but its no secret the sort of man keigo was when you met. some model or actress or hero in his bed every night, faces plastered all over the news. you aren't any of those things and until now, there was no real reason for you to worry about that.

"i know" you reply, meaning it. "i guess i just. i feel...a little insecure. i love you so much. i don't want to lose you"

the rational part of your brain agrees. but the irrational part―the part of you that has just been so loud these past three days. that's the part you can't silence.

"i can't see myself with anyone else. i don't want to" keigo says, and you find yourself chuckling softly. he pinches your side, darting down to kiss your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. and finally, a proper kiss at last. "don't laugh at me. i mean it."

you know keigo wouldn't do something as baseless as cheat. you've long gotten over the fear that any man would cheat, chasing after the first young skirt he sees. you've been cheated on before. you know that if keigo wanted to, he would. you could control his every move but if keigo was that type of man, nothing you could do would be enough to stop him. but he doesn't. for some reason beyond you, keigo is perfectly happy bickering over your shoes in the walkway and what to make for dinner.

"i mean it" he says again, eyes reverent and voice serious. he kisses you once more, moving his mouth against your own and your reciprocation is more than enough for the chaste kisses to grow in ferocity. "she's nothing to me. not compared to you. you're..."

keigo trails off. gently rubs the back of his knuckles down the side of your cheek. he sits back on his haunches, simply admiring the view and you don't bother to hide the fact that you're doing the same.

his hands slide down the length of your body, curling underneath your thighs to pull you in closer. his voice takes on that same begging tone from earlier. "tell me you understand" he pleads.

"i know" you promise in return. "i love you"

your hand pulls through his hair. keigo pushes his face into your hand like a cat seeking heat. he kisses you again, a series of kisses that burn like liquid fire in your veins. laying claim and reassurance in the same breadth.

"i love you too" he murmurs into the skin of your neck, voice more of a purred rumble than anything else. those beautiful red wings are tucked, folded neatly over one another, and when his back arches slightly so that he can rub greedy hands all over you―and you see that the feathers twist and shine in the moonlight.

a moment of silence passes. keigo toys with the hem of your sleep shirt. asking permission. "anything i can do?"

"keep going please" you swallow thickly, trying to mask the neediness in your voice. by the long look keigo gives you in return, you can tell it hadn't worked.

he stares like he's trying to unravel you. its as unnerving as it is pleasurable, and you shift underneath him, trying to turn away.

keigo doesn't like that. clicks his tongue, gently cupping your jaw and turning your face so that you're eye to eye. once more, the staring starts. his gaze is purposeful, intent as he watches you―free hand gently playing with the waistband of your plain cotton underwear.

"you just need to look at me" he whispers, pushing your underwear to the side. the cool air brushes against your heated cunt, and keigo stares at the exposed flesh as if he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

goosebumps rise on your arms at the notion.

and he's nothing if not efficient. no sooner than the words leaving his mouth and he's twisting, getting comfortable and his mouth is enveloping your sticky cunt. a choked off noise escapes you, and without him needing to direct you, you spread your legs to make more room for him to settle between them.

soft pinpricks of pleasure dance down your spine, clenching tightly in your lower stomach. keigo massages the soft skin of your ankle, humming into your cunt as his lips circle around your clit.

another feeble whimper tears from your throat and you shift, throwing one leg and then the other across his shoulders. keigo rolls with the motion, not once separating from your cunt as he switches from dragging his tongue through your folds and suckling on your clit.

you roll your hips against his face, seeking more of that friction. another sound, the cracked syllables of keigo's name leaving your lips as you stare down at his blond hair peeking from between your thighs. he's content to let you shift and writhe against his face―but not before long and he's pressing your hips down into the mattress to keep you still.

two thick fingers slide into your cunt―the ache at the stretch quickly passes over to pleasure, too much, nearly overwhelming. keigo only shushes you softly, kissing at your inner thigh absentminded almost. and then his tongue is returning to your sensitive clit, laving over it again and again and again.

keigo pulls away slow, like it kills him. his fingers are pulled out of you completely, but only for a moment―just long enough to pull your underwear down your thighs and flinging them across the room like they've personally cursed him. his hand presses you down again, because you've started to squirm restlessly, spreading your thighs so far apart that it almost hurts.

"not too much?" keigo inquires, rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh almost reverently.

you shake your head, voice clogging up in your throat. "no. keigo―"

the way you say his name is almost helpless, a plea. keigo murmurs a soft, i know sweet girl, i'll give you what you need, and returning to kiss your clit, sliding his fingers back inside. you make a sound, a cross between a squeal and a groan when keigo pushes his fingers in so deep, crooking them just right, rubbing incessantly against your g-spot.

your fingers tighten around the sheets, palm slick with sweat as your back arches off the bed. keigo makes no move to hold you down this time―instead doubling, tripling his efforts. there's the ever-so-familiar coil in your belly, uncurling faster and faster. your breath picks up, whines more pronounced.

with just one more suckle at your clit, just one more curl of his fingers deep inside you has you falling apart with a jagged moan, fingers tightening so hard in the strands of keigo's blond locks that he makes a soft grunt below you. keigo doesn't work you through it, instead slowly pulling his fingers out to push them into his mouth instead, watching you with intense focus as you climax.

you fall back, completely boneless. it would be uncomfortable, being nearly trapped under the driven way keigo stares at you, if you weren't already so used to it. so instead, you catch your breath, listening as your gasps even out to soft puffs of air.

"good?" keigo asks, once you've come back to yourself. your chin dips to your collarbone in a shaky nod.

it means so many things. good? as in, are you feeling okay? did he do a good job? do you need more? good? as in, do you understand now?

there's no doubt in your mind now. not when the moonlight shrouds keigo in an ethereal light and he stares down at your naked body like he has witnessed god himself craft you whole. his past, your past―it's exactly that. something of the past.

his present and his future, both of them are yours.

"are you?" you ask, tugging him down to kiss him, tasting your essence on his tongue. "good?"

you can feel keigo smile against your mouth, against the side of your face, dipping down to kiss right over your heart. "as long as you are"

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alley rose | k. takami

you know he's not yours, but you'd still pick him in every lifetime. the worst part? he'd let you. (2785 words)

you never meant to fall into it.

and maybe that's the problem.

because things that fall tend to break, and you? you've never been particularly good at knowing when to catch yourself.

it starts with nothing. not even a spark, not a clear moment. no dramatic beginning. no pivotal shift in atmosphere. he just... shows up one night. stands in the doorway of your apartment with wind in his hair and fatigue under his eyes and a grin that looks like it's trying to apologize for both.

you don't remember who invited him. maybe he just appeared. you wouldn't put it past him.

you only remember letting him in.

he takes up space easily. like he's always belonged there. like the couch remembers his weight. like your walls never had a choice in loving the sound of his voice.

he doesn't say much. he never really has to.

he leans against the kitchen counter while you make tea, not even asking what kind, just accepting the mug with his usual crooked smile and a quiet, "you're a saint."

he doesn't drink it.

he just holds it between his hands, steam rising between his fingers like an offering he doesn't quite believe he deserves.

you sit in silence for a while. the kind of silence that feels earned. he doesn't fill it with nonsense. he lets it exist between you, thick and soft and settled like dust on a bookshelf no one has the heart to clean.

"you don't sleep much, huh?" he says eventually, with the kind of voice that makes the night lean in to listen.

you shrug. "not when the world's this loud."

he nods like he understands. like he feels it too. maybe he does.

he spends the night—not in your bed, never in your bed—but on the couch. boots off, one arm lazily thrown over his eyes like the darkness is too much. there's tension in his shoulders even when he sleeps.

you watch him from the doorway longer than you should. tell yourself it's because he's in your home. that you're being cautious.

it's not that.

it's never that.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

he returns three nights later.

you don't ask why.

he starts showing up regularly. not every night, but often enough that you start leaving the door unlocked out of habit. he never uses a key. he always knocks, even when it's past midnight, even when you're both pretending he hasn't been there three times this week.

he doesn't talk about work. never talks about heroes or headlines or what happens after he walks out of your door and lets the world chew him up again.

you don't ask.

you offer him a space. warmth. the silence he pretends not to need.

he offers... something else. something half-shaped. a hand on your back when you pass each other in the kitchen. a smirk when you call him out on it. snacks left on the counter. a blanket draped over your shoulders when you fall asleep on the couch, though he'll swear it wasn't him.

and one night, when you're both sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor with half a bottle of something nameless between you, he leans in and kisses you.

it's not hungry. not sharp. not even all that deep.

it's lazy. gentle. like he forgot himself and remembered you in the same breath.

when he pulls back, he just grins. "nice lips," he murmurs. "don't let anyone tell you different."

and then he's gone.

you press your fingers to your mouth and pretend it didn't mean anything. pretend it was just a drunk impulse. a thing he does. a fluke.

you tell yourself it won't happen again.

it does.

not the kiss—but the weight of it. the imprint.

the moments start to blur together. late night dinners. half-slept mornings. you learn the exact sound his jacket makes when it hits your couch. the rhythm of his breath when he falls asleep sitting up. the way his voice drops when he's tired, softening like he's forgotten he's not supposed to be real around you.

you learn how to love him without touching him.

he makes it easy.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

you don't talk about what this is.

not once.

not when he brings you takeout and eats with you in silence. not when he falls asleep with his head on your shoulder. not when he disappears for four days and comes back without a word and looks at you like he never left.

you tell yourself it doesn't matter.

because he's not cruel.

he never leads you on—not really. never calls you his. never asks you to stay. never says he loves you.

he just makes it feel like he does.

and maybe that's worse.

maybe if he'd been colder, you would've walked away by now. maybe if he'd kissed you like he didn't mean it, you wouldn't still taste him in your coffee. maybe if he didn't smile like you were the only person in the room—maybe then you'd be able to sleep at night without checking your phone for his name.

but he does. and you can't.

you try to pretend it's fine.

you're adults. capable of detachment. you know how this goes. some people just need somewhere to land. someone who doesn't ask questions. someone who lets them rest.

you can be that.

and for a while, you convince yourself you're okay with it.

because sometimes he looks at you and you think—maybe.

maybe this could be something.

maybe he just needs time.

maybe you're the only one who sees him like this—tired and soft and human.

maybe that matters.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

one night, he cooks for you.

it's a disaster. the pasta overboils, the sauce burns, and he sets off your smoke alarm because he forgets how sensitive it is.

you sit on the floor with him, coughing and laughing, fanning smoke with a magazine while he yells at your ceiling.

when it finally clears, he sits beside you. knees touching. arms brushing. smelling like burnt garlic and relief.

he doesn't kiss you that night.

but he falls asleep in your lap, and you thread your fingers through his hair and pretend he's yours.

he's not.

but he lets you pretend.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"you're good at this," he says once, curled up in your blanket, the ends of his hair brushing your collarbone.

"what?"

"letting me stay."

you don't answer.

he doesn't expect you to.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you kiss again, weeks later.

it's different.

it's not light or easy or careless. it's slow. warm. aching.

he holds your face like it's glass. kisses you like he's afraid to stop. touches you like he's saying something he doesn't have the words for.

and afterward, he rests his forehead against yours and murmurs, "you always feel like home."

and you wonder if maybe this is something.

maybe this is real.

but then he gets up. leaves without looking back. and you stay awake all night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you did wrong.

˚⊹ ᰔ

your friends start to notice.

"you've been distracted," one of them says.

"i'm fine," you lie.

they don't press. but they look at you like they know.

you delete the messages you want to send him. never hit call. never ask where he is when he disappears for days, weeks, reappears with new bruises and an easy smile and nothing in his eyes.

you pretend not to care.

but your hands shake when you wash his mug.

˚⊹ ᰔ

he shows up again.

you open the door. he looks tired.

you don't ask why.

he leans against the frame like he belongs there. like he knows you'll let him in.

and you do.

he doesn't kiss you this time. doesn't speak.

he just lays beside you on the couch. not touching. not sleeping. just breathing.

you turn your head.

he doesn't look at you.

you wonder if he's already left.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you don't remember the last time he said your name.

you don't remember the last time you said no.

˚⊹ ᰔ

there's no end. not yet.

there's just the quiet stretch of something wearing thin. the slow suffocation of wanting too much from someone who never offered you anything in the first place.

you tell yourself it's fine.

you knew what this was.

he never said it would be more.

but you wish—god, you wish—he hadn't made it feel so much like love.

because now, you don't know how to unfeel it.

you don't know how to stop opening the door when he knocks. how to stop hearing your name in the silence between his sentences. how to stop hoping.

and worst of all?

you don't want to.

not yet.

maybe not ever.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you don't talk about it.

the situation. the dynamic. the... thing between you.

there's no language for it. not really.

it's not a relationship. not a friendship. not even a fling.

but it's something. it has weight. it has presence. it takes up room in your life and your chest and your plans and your future in the way real things are supposed to. only it doesn't behave like something real. it behaves like a ghost with too much nerve. a shadow that leaves fingerprints on your heart but disappears when the light comes on.

you try to explain it to a friend once. someone who notices the way you pause when your phone buzzes. the way your smile flickers when it doesn't.

"is it serious?" they ask.

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

because how do you explain it? how do you articulate the emotional toll of being almost loved?

so you shrug. "it's nothing."

you lie.

but you shouldn't have to.

˚⊹ ᰔ

hawks—no, keigo, because he insists you call him that when you're alone, like that somehow makes him more honest—isn't cruel.

that's what you keep coming back to.

he never promises you anything. never strings you along with declarations or dates or matching mugs in the cupboard. he doesn't label this. doesn't even try.

but he lets you sit close. lets you hold his wrist when he's pacing and won't tell you what's wrong. lets you run your fingers through his hair when he comes back with blood under his nails.

he lets you treat him like someone you love.

and in return?

he lets you pretend he loves you back.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you try to find clarity in the small things.

like in the way he leans toward you in crowds. the way his eyes soften when he hands you a drink. the way he listens when you talk about things that don't matter.

but the truth is, affection doesn't equal intention.

and you're tired of translating his silence into possibility.

˚⊹ ᰔ

he disappears for two weeks.

no warning. no explanation. just gone.

the first few days you check your phone constantly. reread old messages. try to remember if you said something wrong. if you asked for too much. if he finally got bored of the emotional middle ground you let him live in.

the silence grows louder.

by the time the seventh day passes, it becomes a roar in your head.

you don't call. you don't text.

you tell yourself it's a boundary.

it's not. it's fear.

because if you reach out first, you won't like the answer.

˚⊹ ᰔ

he shows up on a tuesday.

doesn't knock. just opens your door like nothing's happened. like it hasn't been days since he last looked at you. like he didn't vanish into the wind and leave you to rot in your own expectations.

he drops his bag by the couch. throws himself down and stretches like a cat, muscles flexing under his shirt, wings shifting slightly.

"miss me?" he says with a grin.

your heart cracks. so quietly, so precisely, you barely feel it.

you sit beside him. don't say anything.

he throws an arm around your shoulder like this is normal. like you're normal.

"sorry," he says casually. "work stuff."

you nod.

he doesn't elaborate.

you don't ask.

and the silence between you stops being safe. it becomes suffocating.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you start pulling away in increments.

you don't make him tea anymore when he shows up. you don't wait for him to call. you stop folding his jacket when he leaves it draped over your chair. you stop making room in your drawer for the little things he forgets behind.

and he notices. of course he does.

he notices the tension in your jaw when he touches you. the fact that you turn your face away when he leans in like he might kiss you. the way you no longer meet his eyes when you say goodnight.

he doesn't say anything.

but one night, when you're both watching some movie neither of you are paying attention to, he speaks into the dark.

"you okay?"

you hesitate.

then: "i'm tired."

he hums. "long day?"

you don't answer, and he doesn't ask again.

˚⊹ ᰔ

your friends start asking questions. real ones.

"is this working for you?" "what do you want out of this?" "are you happy?"

you laugh them off.

but the ache in your chest lingers.

because no. you're not happy. not really.

you're in love with someone who only shows up when it's convenient. who never shares the parts of himself that matter. who touches you with familiar hands but guards his heart like it's state property.

and you? you've built a home out of his shadows. you've memorized a version of him that doesn't even belong to you.

you don't want to do this anymore.

˚⊹ ᰔ

but you still do.

because it's better than nothing.

because the alternative is letting him go.

and that feels like losing something you never got to keep in the first place.

˚⊹ ᰔ

then one night, it changes.

not loudly. not dramatically.

just... changes.

you're sitting on the floor again, legs stretched in front of you, a blanket around your shoulders and the tv on low. keigo's beside you, but not touching. for once, there's real distance.

you glance at him.

he's staring at the screen, eyes unfocused.

you don't recognize his expression.

you whisper, "why do you keep coming here?"

he blinks. looks at you. "what do you mean?"

you shrug. "i mean... you never talk. you disappear. you show up without warning. and i let you. every time. i don't ask for anything, and you know that."

he stays quiet.

"so why do you keep coming back?"

the silence stretches. you think maybe he won't answer.

then he says, soft: "because you're the only place i don't have to lie."

your stomach twists.

because that should mean something. it almost does.

but then you realize—

he's not saying he wants you. he's saying he likes what you give him.

peace. comfort. quiet.

you're not a person to him. you're a haven.

and he never had any intention of staying.

you breathe in, slowly, and nod.

"okay."

he looks at you, confused. "okay?"

you stand. your knees ache. your chest does too.

"you can go now."

he rises slowly, uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. "what?"

you repeat it. "you can go."

he studies you. then smiles, like it's a joke. "don't be dramatic."

you stare at him. "i'm not."

something in his expression falters. "look," he says. "i didn't mean to—"

"i know," you say. "that's the problem."

he goes quiet again.

you continue, softer now. "you didn't mean to kiss me. or stay. or sleep here. or come back. or look at me like that. or make me feel like you wanted something real. and you think that's enough. that because you never said you cared, you didn't have to."

his mouth opens, then closes.

you're tired. so, so tired.

"you never had to lie to hurt me, keigo," you whisper. "you just had to let me believe you wanted me here."

he doesn't argue. he doesn't reach for you. he just stands there.

quiet.

just like always.

you don't ask him again to leave.

he just does. eventually.

without slamming the door. without saying goodbye.

and maybe that's what breaks you.

because there's nothing dramatic to hold on to. no final fight. no angry words. no declarations.

just absence.

and that hurts more than anything else.

˚⊹ ᰔ

you sit in the quiet after he's gone. your blanket falls off your shoulders and you don't pick it up. you sit there until the sun starts to rise.

and when your phone buzzes hours later, you don't check it.

because you already know—

it's not him.

it never really was.

signed, sealed, unprofessional | k. takami

in which your job is to manage keigo takami's modeling career, not his flirtation habit—but unfortunately, he's extremely good at both.

DRESS PRESENTATION! masterlist

a keigo takami x reader model au smau

when {reader}, a fashion designer at her friend's agency, becomes the fashion designer for a new campaign featuring none other than keigo takami, a top model, what will they do?

͙͘͡★ slate (trailer)

͙͘͡★ portfolio 1 (season 1)

͙͘͡★ design 1: THREE WEEKS?!?!!?1

͙͘͡★ design 2: tbd

͙͘͡★ design 3: tbd

͙͘͡★ design 4: tbd

͙͘͡★ design 5: tbd

͙͘͡★ design 6: tbd

͙͘͡★ design 7 (finale): tbd

very poorly made smau with no real skill in it. hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

tag list (req to be added/open): @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @seijuroww @personally4runa @2dmenfr @wkurzony-krasnal @attemptingtowritehalfwaydecently @ponyosupremacy @badslittlemuffin

DRESS PRESENTATION!

keigo takami x reader smau model au

an: very short. next one will (hopefully) be longer (it will also take longer. get ready for another two week wait chat)

͙͘͡★ prev (slate/trailer)

͙͘͡★ next

tag list (open): @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @seijuroww @personally4runa @2dmenfr

dividers from: @saradika-graphics

sorry this took so long for how short it is (it's literally just a slightly longer trailer holy) but i'm gonna try to do better next time! :)

DRESS PRESENTATION!

keigo takami (hawks) x reader smau, model au

an: more of a teaser than a trailer.. sorry. formatting sucks but we deal w it.

tag list (open): @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @seijuroww @personally4runa

dividers from: @saradika-graphics

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 (𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒) 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 (𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬) 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING HAWKS:

he clocks you immediately during a hero meeting. it's not just your hero costume (though, let's be real, he appreciates a good design). he's sizing you up strategically, noting your power, your demeanor, and how you interact with the other heroes. it's professional... at first.

your first real conversation happens during a joint mission. maybe you're both tracking a villain known for their swift escapes, and you end up covering the rooftops together.

he'll make a comment about your performance in the mission. he will call you by 'miss/sir', as it is only professional. but he will compliment you, no matter what goes wrong.

he's observant. he notices small details about you – the way you handle your quirk, the way you interact with civilians, even the brand of coffee you're sipping. this info goes straight into his mental file labeled "things i find interesting about [reader's hero name]."

he's testing the waters, dropping subtle hints. a casual "maybe we should grab coffee sometime and compare notes?" is pure hawks – playing it cool while secretly wanting to know everything about you.

HAWKS CRUSHING ON YOU:

he starts "coincidentally" showing up where you are. training facilities, hero galas, even that one yakitori place you love. he'll play it off as being in the area, but we all know better.

teasing. SO MUCH TEASING. he'll poke fun at your hero name, your costume quirks, anything he can get away with. but it's always lighthearted and playful, never mean-spirited. it's his way of gauging your reactions and pushing your buttons (in a good way, of course).

feather messages become your new norm. they arrive at your agency, your apartment, maybe even during a stakeout. short, silly notes or helpful Intel, always signed with a mischievous feather flourish.

he seeks you out specifically during large gatherings. he is a social butterfly, but he will try to talk to you. he will always try to have you close to him than other people.

he starts confiding in you about the commission, about his doubts and worries. he doesn't do this with just anyone. you're earning his trust, and with keigo, that's a BIG deal.

DATING HAWKS:

dates are never stuffy or predictable. think rooftop picnics with a city view, late-night patrols fueled by convenience store snacks, and impromptu karaoke sessions. he keeps it fun and spontaneous.

He's a toucher. a hand on your back, a playful nudge, a casual arm around your shoulders. nothing too intense, but always a reminder that he's there and he's into you.

PDA is subtle but sweet. no grand gestures, but you might find him absentmindedly playing with your hair while you're talking, or leaning in close to whisper something in your ear.

he sends you pictures of chickens. sometimes he “finds” them on the side of the street. or see them in the pet store. if he does see chickens, he will send it to you.

he opens up more about his past, about his fears and his dreams. he is still guarded, but he lets you see glimpses of the real keigo takami, the one behind the wings and the bravado.

he's fiercely protective. Not in a controlling way, but he's always looking out for you, making sure you're safe and comfortable. he'll take on any villain who dares to threaten you.

he makes corny jokes, especially chicken/bird-related ones.

he will make you feel the safest you've ever felt in your life. after everything he has went through, he will try to protect you with his life.

falling asleep on his wings is the best thing ever. just don't be surprised when you wake up covered in feathers.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒕.𝟐!

𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟐! (Pt.3) (pt.1)

The MHA Boys asking for homework answers! (Pt.1)

Asking the MHA Boys for homework answers! (Pt.2)

Hitoshi Shinsou

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Tomura Shigaraki

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

ᱬ⛧ my hero ~ hawks

sum: after losing the one thing that made him the hero he was, he struggles, but it turns out he has his very own hero.

pairing: keigo takami/hawks x partner! reader (g/n)

content: manga/epilogue spoilers for anime only watchers/those not caught up on the manga. hints of depression. no other warnings to place here.

a/n: while i know that keigo accepts the loss of fierce wings, part of me thinks he would have had a hard time adjusting. here’s my overview take on just that. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

word count: 800

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

he’d never felt less of a man than he did right now. the only thing that made him who he was was gone. it didn’t matter how many times others tried to reason with him, to tell him he’s still the same person as before, the reality was that he’d never be who he was before.

all he could hear was the underlying lies. he would never be the same; he knew that, and they knew that as well. their words meant nothing to him, nothing at all.

walking the streets while adjusting to his new life, he could still feel it deep within his bones. that tingling and the need to help whenever the cries of those in need of a hero rung out. yet he was helpless. what kind of hero could he be if he didn’t have his wings?

he spent many days in bed, not wanting to get up despite the protests of people around him and his own mind. choosing to shut himself away until he didn’t know what day it was. he knew he shouldn’t, but what else could he do? everything felt like it was closing in and suffocating him from the inside out.

he was his own worst enemy at times.

“keigo, i know you don’t want to talk at the moment, but when you want to, I’m here”. the way you sounded so defeated broke him more than he already was. you didn’t deserve to go through being shut out when all you were trying to do was help. to be there for him and offer your support despite not understanding what he was going through.

though, part of you should. after all, you were quirkless. one of the small minority who was born without a quirk, but you never let that stop you from anything you ever did. you proved yourself time again and even managed to rise up through the ranks as one of the few pro heroes who rightfully earned their spot without the aid of your abilities.

that’s what made him fall in love and treasure every moment he had with you. you were able to defy the odds and be where you were right now, a formidable pro. maybe he shouldn’t be so hard on himself and take a page from your book.

slowly, taking each day as it came, that’s when you started to see a change. the old keigo who you fell in love with began to show through the small details of things. the touches, the words, the kisses. he was gaining more confidence and accepting that he was going to be quirkless for the rest of his life.

even when eri tried and failed to help with her quirk. he accepted it. accepted it purely because you were his own hero, the one who showed him that a quirk wasn’t what made him who he was. sure, it helped him whenever he needed to save others; his fierce wings were a force to be reckoned with.

of course you missed the way he’d use a few feathers to deliver gifts and notes to you, goofily smiling at the look on your face before you smiled back at him. the way his wings would wrap around you at night and keep you safe, bringing you closer to the man who you loved with your very soul and more.

right now, though, you stood in front of a door in the office you’d been called to, hand resting on the handle before pushing it down. the small click of the door latch unlocking sounded just before you pushed the door, shutting it behind you. looking up, you smiled softly before stepping forward.

there he stood, looking out at the street, the man who you loved more than anything in the world.

the former number two pro known as the wing hero: hawks. the man who was now the new president of the hero public safety commission. the man who, quirkless or not, you’d support no matter what he did.

approaching the desk, you stepped around and continued until you reached his side. humming softly as he turned, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you in for a hug, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

you knew what he was trying to say; sometimes his actions spoke louder than words ever could. pulling back from him slightly, you unwrapped your arms and placed your hands on his face, cupping as you ran your thumbs across his cheeks. proud smile showing as you looked at him, taking in the battle scars that were dotted in his features.

“i'm proud of you and i love you too, keigo. i always will”.

“thank you, my hero, and ditto”.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

ᱬ⛧ villainous ~ hawks

sum: you're the daughter of a pro hero, a highly sought-after pro. what happens when a villain is tasked with taking you, using you to panic your father and trying to convince you to join his side? only his ways of persuading you involves intimate touches.

pairing: villain! hawks x pro hero daughter! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. implied kidnap/drugging, p in v, language, dirty talk, cream pie, possessive talk, wing play if you squint, reader gets called princess/baby/baby girl/dirty girl, bindings before fun, stalking, general NSFW content.

a/n: originally wrote with another character in mind which is over on ao3, decided on a change when posting here. may or may not have renewed my love for keigo in the process. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 2,450

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

he'd been watching you for what felt like weeks, taking mental notes of your routine, who you spent time with, and what you ate. every single little thing. being the daughter of a highly sought pro-hero, you were bound to attract attention one way or another and that is exactly what drew them to you. you were the perfect one they needed for their plan. he'd been tasked with one thing and one thing only.

to kidnap you.

for whatever reason, the villainous group he belonged to wanted to make your father pay for what he'd done in society. call it bullshit hero work or whatever, they wanted to make him suffer. breaking him down to his lowest point before ending him once and for all. after observing, your routine seemed a little too easy for him to infiltrate, that was obvious after watching you. and infiltrate is what he did.

the perfect opportunity came up at the cliché moment of you walking alone past an alleyway. you had been so busy all day with work and other things, that you decided to forgo your usual route in favour of one that would help you arrive at your final destination a lot quicker. everything passed in a blur as you felt yourself being dragged to the side, landing with a thud against the damp floor. “fuck, hey what’s…”.

before you had a chance to finish your words, to push yourself up off the ground and take in what was happening, you felt yourself being tackled and pricked by something, eyelids growing heavy. vision blurring slightly as you let your head drop, trying to shake yourself from whatever you could feel taking over you.

all the while eyes watching in pure amusement before they scooped you up, taking you to where you were needed the most.

the blurry vision and heaviness began to clear as you woke up, blinking your eyes to try and help yourself focus. scanning around, you took in the unfamiliar surroundings, swallowing the hard lump in your throat as that sense of uneasiness began to claw at your skin.

letting out a small huff, you glanced down at your wrists and tested the binding that kept them together. after a few seconds, you gave up trying, the binding tied too tight for you to loosen even a little. deciding to look around you once more, you scanned the area again, narrowing your eyes at a certain area of darkness. you could see something lurking there, something that wasn’t a part of your imagination. golden-brown just barely visible.

golden-brown eyes that looked oh so familiar yet the reason why escaped you. "hey, you in the shadows, who are you exactly?".

a low chuckle echoed around the room, causing you to shiver slightly before a figure stepped forward, emerging from the spot you were glaring at a moment ago. your eyes widened in a mixture of emotions as you took in the figure walking towards you.

there was no chance in hell he was alive after all this time.

not from the stories you had heard from your father about his demise and how the world lost an impressive young hero. only, right now, that’s what those words seemed like. stories. made up words that got lost in translation at one point, probably from being spoken by one too many mouths. "how the fuck?".

stood there in the flesh, ready to be seen once again was the winged hero, hawks. except, the hero no longer wore the crown of justice he had worked so hard to achieve, to be the youngest pro hero of his generation with his very own agency.

instead, he wore the crown of destruction, enjoying his new life as a villain. after all, being able to take what you want and cause mayhem while at it seemed to ignite something deep inside of him, something long forgotten.

keigo loved the look of both shock and confusion as he walked towards you, wings twitching slightly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. the sight of you helpless and somewhat bound spurred him on, tongue running across his lips as he stopped just short of you. crouching down, he reached out his hand and placed it under your chin, thumb running across your skin before he rose to his feet, lifting your head at the same time.

keeping your eyes trained on him, you watched him carefully, every move that both he and his wing made. of course, you were trying to figure out what he wanted from you and why. "i've been told to use whatever means necessary to get you to side with us, (y/n)-".

letting his hand drop from your chin he began to drag his fingers down your neck, his touch lingering on your chest for a moment before moving further down your body. a shiver spread down your spine and across your being, out of desire or fear you didn’t know yet, but it took you by surprise, a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught it. you prayed it was the latter. "-that way we'll have that pesky dad of yours come to try and save his precious daughter. then we'll strike, ending him".

hands disappeared from your body for a moment before returning, hands taking hold of your breasts and kneading. biting your lip you let your head drop slightly, trying anything in your power to not let any sounds escape, much to the enjoyment of kiego.

he’d been watching you for some time and now he was fascinated with you. other than the group's mission, he had his own mission, to make you his no matter what. to mark every single part of you inside and out.

cursing yourself, you tried to move slightly but that only spurred the blonde male on. you could feel yourself slowly fall for the pleasure building in your gut and part of you hated yourself for that. hands detached from your chest before travelling, one gripping your throat and squeezing slightly, hot breath fanning across your ear. "how about we kick this up a notch, princess?".

his words had you shivering as you felt the bindings on your wrists loosening, being tossed to the side as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak out just yet.

clothes were soon discarded, scattered across the floor like useless pieces of material as skin touched skin. the coolness of the room and the floor seemed to pale in comparison to the heat you felt all over your body. the more kiego ran his fingers over your skin, the more you ached. the way he had the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in circles and he stretched you in his fingers, curling up into that sweet spot that had your vision blurring.

he was a villain, so this should have felt wrong on all levels but deep down, you knew you loved the thrill. you'd always admired him back when he was a hero, how amazing he was and how useful his quirk was. you were told that having a dad as a pro hero, he should have been your favourite, but you couldn’t help falling for the charm of hawks.

you spent many nights slipping your fingers into your already drenched cunt, working yourself at the thought of him destroying you in ways you'd imagine he would as a lover. you figured he’d be slow to begin with, gradually building up the pace until he had you folded, legs numb from his harsh thrusts. those same nights spent crying out his name in the throes of your pleasurable high. "how about we skip right to the good part, princess?".

despite having your mouth open, and moans of wants slipping out, kiego didn’t wait for an answer. lining up the mushroom tip of his cock, he prodded a few times before sinking into your cunt, pushing past that ring of resistance with ease. “f-fuck, baby, you grip my cock so well. who knew you were such a dirty girl?”. pulling back he slipped his cock out of you, leaning forward to hover above your lips before he slammed back into you, muffling your cries of surprise with a searing kiss.

moaning out, you messily kissed him back as teeth and touches clashed, losing all sense of self-respect the more you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix. you could feel the slight bulge, the way he stretched you deliciously as he continued to press against that spongy spot that had you whining.

your hands began to wander, feeling the way his arms tensed as he thrusted into you, to the way his body reacted to every little thing your own done. the overwhelming feeling of being fucked, stretched more than you thought possible mixed with his relentless thrusts made you start to lose your grip on reality. arching your back, you lifted yourself slightly off the floor as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to you and his cock deeper.

words spilt out of your mouth, words the villain smirked at hearing. “h-ha, k-keigo, please, fuck, please”. you didn’t even know what you were begging for but you couldn’t care less. everything felt like it didn’t matter compared to this.

screwing your eyes shut, you whimpered as your hands gripped onto his back, catching the feathers on his wings making a deep groan sound from the villain above you. “f-fuck, baby girl, careful of the wings”. so the rumours were true? you'd make sure to use that to your advantage if you ever got another chance.

one thing you came to learn quickly was that keigo loved to use every surface in the room to his advantage, contorting your body in ways you never knew you were capable of. the mushroom head of his cock repeatedly hit that one spot that had your eyes rolling back, and legs shaking as you tried to remain as sane as you possibly could, drunk from the feeling of his cock making you feel more alive than you had felt.

he didn't care if you were a sobbing mess under him or cock drunk, he had you exactly where he wanted you practically folded in half. that's how he knew you'd accept the proposal he growled out in between his hard thrusts. "baby, h-ah, join us. you'll get to do this every day. f-fuck, i’ll show you just how good it feels to be with me. shit”.

the moan you let out in response made his cock throb painfully, a low growl sounding from deep in his chest as he continued to thrust into your now overly sensitive cunt. your whimpers of joy sounded as you reached your euphoria, feeling him swell slightly as ropes of his come coated the insides of you, making sure to keep every drop stuffed inside. wings fluttering behind him that made you feel so small.

taking a moment to regain his breath, keigo looked you over, eyes taking in your fucked out state. you were a beauty. his beauty. reaching a hand up, he brushed your hair out of your face, fingers lingering on your parted lips. "now, all we have to do is wait for your dear father to come for you, then we'll show him what had become of his darling little angel".

smirking slightly he pulled back, cock slipping out of your cunt, eyes lingering on the small amount of his seed now trickling out and pooling into the floor. "i wonder how he'll react to you being fucked several times by a villain. not just any villain either". you watch his form retreat through a door after cleaning himself and you, taking a moment to regain some of your strength before you move.

you knew it would be a good while before you were even found. as far as you were aware, no one had any idea you were missing. lifting yourself to your feet, you flopped onto the seat you were in before, sighing at the feeling of being on something other than the floor.

did your father know you were gone? not that he had bothered to check on you as of late, you were an adult now so you were left to your own devices. chances are that by the time you were found, when he eventually realised you were gone and began the search for you, you'd be long gone. lost in the world of the villains, especially the world of the blonde villain as you remained by his side.

not that keigo would ever mind you by his side, he had you where he wanted you and right now, even for the foreseeable, you didn't want to leave. especially when you were pinned beneath him, moaning out loud each time he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. pulling your body into positions you didn’t know existed or could only ever dream of.

he could get used to this and nothing could change his mind. he was as drunk on you as you were on him. the woman of his desires was finally his. he'd known about you long before he turned away from being a hero. thanks to working with your dad, he'd seen pictures of you and heard stories, ones that made him laugh and smile. even if it was thanks to the way his cock made you feel, he finally had you all to himself.

a few months had passed since that night and from what you heard, your father had come looking for you. seemingly giving up easily when he saw no trace of you anywhere, it was like you had disappeared into thin air. that solidified how much you meant to him.

truth be told you didn't want to be found. not now. not ever.

you were too busy being not only fucked out by the villain who rocked your world, but loved like you should be. not wanting to leave each other, not wanting anything to end between you. you were too far gone to be rescued even if someone tried. the thrill is too much for you both.

besides, to you, dominant keigo can be quite persuasive when he wants to be. especially when he's buried to the hilt deep inside of you. dragging the dirtiest of sounds out of you as you cling on for your life once more. teetering on the cusp of your combined euphorias.

"that's it, princess, you'll be mine and mine alone~".

"we'll show all these fuckers who's the best out of the so-called heroes and villains".

"especially with you by my side, baby".

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See you later, Mr. President (Part 5)

Hawks x FemReader! mini series

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Warnings: adult themes, smut, anxiety, accusations of sexual assault, creampie || MDNI

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“The media is taking this story and running with it, Mr.President. You’ll need to make an announcement addressing it.” Keigo’s publicist said over the phone.

“Will I need to reveal the identity of the woman in the video?” Kiego says sternly.

“Possibly… we can try to avoid it since in the video you can’t really see her face but it is very obvious that she’s not from here. The internet might find her on their own. Who is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s Y/N. She works with the company that wants to do business with the HPSC. We’ve been secretly going out for a month. Her company told her that she is not to get involved with anyone who works at the HPSC. I'm afraid she’s going to lose her job because of this.” Keigo explains.

“I remember meeting her in the office a few times. She’s very sweet and it’s sad that her company would fire her over this. Ultimately, we need to see how the public reacts to this and what it does to your public image. People might love it since it plays into your old reputation before the war or it could be perceived in a different light…a negative one. I’ll write up something for you to say but I know you will end up saying whatever comes to you at the moment.”

He lets out an agitated sigh and says, “This is such a load of crap but it is what it is. Thank you. Sorry for bringing you into this mess.”

“It’s my job, Mr. President. Try not to worry too much?”

“I don’t give a fuck about what the public thinks. I wouldn’t even respond to this if she wasn’t involved. I’m terrified to know what Y/N will say.” He says nervously.

“It’ll be okay. Keep me updated, sir.” She says as she hangs up the phone.

Keigo walks over to the bathroom that you’re in and knocks on the door. He figured that your phone call was about the video too. He just wanted to confront the situation head on.

“Y/N, Can you open the door?” He says while pressed up against the door.

Keigo knew that you couldn’t have been taking this well. He felt terrible knowing that he’s the reason this is happening to you. You open the door with your phone pressed against your ear. You look at him. Your eyes were glossy from the tears you’re trying to hold back. Your face was honestly a mix of emotions. You looked pissed but your eyes showed sorrow. All Keigo knew was that he needed to fix all of this.

“I have to go, Mira. I need to talk to Keigo so we can figure this out.” You say into the phone. You hang up and give him your undivided attention. You press your lips together and cross arms, waiting for him to say something.

“I am so deeply sorry. You have every right to be upset. I don’t know what I was thinking, acting like that in a public setting and I know better. I was the number two hero of Japan and I didn’t think to check for fucking cameras?” He says with his hand resting on the back of his neck. “I will do everything in my power to make sure we can fix this. Remember what I told you? I’m an optimistic guy. I will fix this.” He declares.

You want to be angry at him but his words just make tears form in your eyes. You press your lips together as they start to quiver. Keigo notices and starts to say, “No, nooooo, don’t cry, baby.”

Too late. The tears come streaming down your face as he pulls you into a hug. You couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“It’s not completely your fault. This was a mutual decision. Just knowing you have my back helps with the anxiety.” You spoke softly through your tears.

“I will take the blame for everything. We will see how everything unravels tomorrow.” He says while rubbing your back. “But for now, we should finish our dinner.”

You can tell Keigo’s demeanor is slightly off. You rub your thumb over the scar that’s placed on his jaw. You were being soft with him, egging him on to tell you how he really felt, with your touch. He looked at you with such serious eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you over this.” He blurts out. “I am so unbelievably into you that I will shoulder this burden for you. My only goal is to make sure you’re happy with the outcome and if you aren’t, I’ll do whatever I can until you are.”

His words carried weight. Everything he said, he truly meant it. You were worried about the outcome but now you’re starting to believe him when he says he will handle it. Hearing those words lit a fire in you. You grab him by his face and pull him into a passionate kiss. He seems a bit surprised but he’s happy you're not upset.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily.” You say as you pull away from the kiss. “Let’s continue our dinner. You put a lot of thought and effort into tonight and it shouldn’t go to waste.”

You grab your phone and turn it off. He does the same. You smile at him as you both sit back down and continue your at home yakiniku. You reach for the wine bottle he had set out earlier and fill your cup.

“Have you ever been through something like this?” You say with a slight giggle.

“Hmm, I’ve been stabbed, shot, held hostage, kidnapped, been a part of publicity stunts, but I’ve never had a border line sex tape leak. That’s a new one for me. What about you?” He says nonchalantly.

“I haven’t been through any of that. What the fuck, haha.” You burst out laughing.

He starts to laugh with you realizing that the tape is not the craziest thing that’s happened to him. “What is one of the craziest things you’ve been through then?” He asks.

You think while taking a sip of wine. The thought comes to you and you say, “Okay, I emergency landed a full plane using my quirk.”

Keigo’s jaw drops as he realizes what you just said.

“What the actual fuck, hahaha. For someone who isn't a hero that’s a big fucking deal. Your quirk has to be more than just a high IQ, Y/N. What’s your real quirk?” He says while taking a bite.

“Fiiinnee.” You whine. “If I read a manual or instructions, I can do that said thing proficiently.” You admit.

“Ooohh, so you read the plane’s manual and you were able to land it.” You nod your head to his statement as you take another big sip of wine. “That must have had your adrenaline pumping.”

“Yea, it was crazy. I don’t know what took over me. I didn’t want anyone to die and then I thought to myself ‘Fuuuck, I’m gonna die if I don’t do something’ so I just got over myself and did it.” You said. You and Keigo started laughing, realizing that you were getting tipsy.

He finally felt that he was seeing the real you. You were so goofy and your sense of humor was unmatched. The way you’d talk with your hands when you got excited about something, or the way your laugh filled a room. He was falling for you, hard. By the time you two finished dinner, it was 3 in the morning. You managed to help him clean his kitchen even though you both were pretty drunk.

“Now that the kitchen is clean, I should probably head home.” You say as you dry the last dish.

Keigo bursts out laughing and says, “It’s 3 in the morning, you're not going anywhere. I have a guest bedroom and clothes you can wear.”

You were hoping he’d offer you to stay but you weren’t sleeping in a guest bedroom. You got up and hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his chiseled torso.

“Couldn’t I just sleep with you?” You say softly with your face pressed against his upper back.

He blushes at how forward you’re being with him. He loves it considering he usually makes the first move.

“Y-yea, you can sleep with me.” He stumbles over his words.

You started to rub on his torso, getting dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. He watched as you slowly began unbuttoning his pants. You took your time, wanting to tease him since you two often had quickies. You held your hand up his mouth and told him to spit. He does as you say almost immediately, knowing what your plan is. You kissed the back of his neck as you pulled out his dick and started stroking his hard on.

“Mmnnhh, Y/N. Yeaa, just like that.” He moans as he throws his head back. His eyes met with the back of his skull as you kissed and licked the outer shell of his ear.

“I love watching you squirm.” You whisper.

He moans and squirms as a response to your comment. You couldn’t help but leave hickeys on the side of his neck. You know, just like he did the first night you two shared together. The way your name kept spilling out of his mouth, you knew he was close. He places his hand on your wrist and stops you. Before you could even process what was happening, he turned around and placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. You shared the same breath as you looked into each other's eyes.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” He added in a low hum as he caressed your face.

He hikes up your skirt and picks you up by thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist while you hold onto him. You start to giggle as you two drunkenly head to his bedroom. He lays you down on his king sized bed, staying on top of you. It only took a matter of seconds before your skirt was balled up on the floor and your clit between his lips. His gaze was locked on you as he dragged his tongue through your slick.

“Keigo, fuck.” You whine as you push his face into your wetness.

He groans as if he was feeling your pleasure. He pushes your legs up to your ears as he buries his face deeper into your folds. You hold your legs in place allowing him to focus fully on you. He slides two fingers in as he continues sucking on your clit. Your small whimpers grew into long moans and curse words. Within a matter of minutes, he had you nearing your first orgasm of the night.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He moans into you.

You start panting as you cum, legs up by your ears and shaking. You scream his name as you cover his face in your juices. He continues dragging his tongue up and down your slick as you ride out your orgasm. By the time you come down from your high, he’s already undressed and rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this.” He moans. He furrows his brows once he realizes you still had your top on. “Take your fucking tits out.” He demands.

You bite your lip and do as he says, leaving you in just the jewelry you had on. He slides into you slowly, watching as your face contorts due to him stretching you out.

“Oh my god, you feel me in there baby?” He says as he slowly starts moving his hips.

You nod your head and say, “Mhmmm, you feel soooo good.”

He smiles at your response and picks up the pace. He props your legs onto his shoulders causing him to hit deeper into you. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his abs flex as his hips snapped towards yours at an alarming rate. He always fucked you good but he was being nasty tonight. He turns his head and licks up your calf, his lips ending up around your toes.

“Ah! I love when you get like this.” Your words come out in between moans which fuels his arousal.

He leans forward, placing his hands on your waist as he fucks into you. Each thrust causes your tits to bounce in the moonlight. You desperately grip on to the sheets under you as he drills into you. He couldn't help but to smile once he heard you cry out. Your walls clenched around his dick as he pushed into your g-spot for a second time.

“You like that baby? Did I find your sweet spot?” He obviously knew the answer to that question but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-yes, fuck. right there!” You whine as you feel him pushing you towards your second orgasm of the night. At this point, you were seeing stars. The tight knot that’s been building up in your stomach was coming undone. Keigo thrusts only got deeper and harder as you came on him. He was trying his best not to cum but the feeling of your walls pulsating around him along with you talking him through it pushed him there. The little remarks you made about being filled with his cum also had a hand to play in his orgasm. Whenever you asked for it, he had to give it to you. How could he resist?

“Filled to the fucking brim.” He says as he pulls out of you, watching his cum spill out of you. He leans down and kisses your forehead before he walks over to his bathroom. When he comes back, he cleans you up and puts one of his old t-shirts on you.

“You need anything else, pretty girl?” He says in a low voice as he lays down next to you.

“I’m okay, my love.” You reply as you snuggle into his solid frame.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you by his side. He leaves small kisses on the top of head as his hand snakes under the t-shirt you had on. His calloused fingertips rubbing up and down your back as you both fell asleep.

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Keigo is not typically a morning person. He often struggles getting out of bed. However, this morning, he had gotten up before you and went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. He was trying to make your day as smooth as possible even though it was going to be a bad day regardless.

“You’re up before me?” You say mid yawn.

“I am. You were knocked out.” He says as he walks over to you giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Good morning, how do you like your eggs?”

“Scambled, please.” He walks back over to the stove and starts cooking your eggs. You sit down at the kitchen island and examine scars on his back. They look like healed burn wounds. You let out a sigh and say, “Have you turned on your phone this morning?”

“I guess we have to talk about it huh? You ready to hear it?” You nod your head yes as you prepare for what he’s about to tell you. “I turned on both our phones. The video has gone viral with a split reaction from the public. Some people are saying that I assaulted you, others are saying it was passionate and that we know each other. Your employer has a feeling that it’s you in the video because they want to do a video call around noon today… with both of us.”

You get up from the barstool and start pacing around the kitchen. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh, followed with, “Wait, they think you assaulted me?! Keigo, I have to make a statement! I would hate for your public image to be tarnished over accusations.”

“My publicist was saying that. She had a feeling some people would watch that video and think the worst. If you do make a statement, you’re revealing your identity to the public and to your employer. Which also means we’d have to announce that we are a couple. I don’t think your employer will like that.” He says as he plates your food and hands it to you.

“It has to be done. I don’t like that people are perceiving you that way, when that’s not the truth. At this point, I’ve accepted the fact that I could lose my job. I am scared but after what you said to me last night, I have to do the same for you. I will stand beside you and do whatever I can to clear these accusations. You’re such a good man. Itadakimasu.” You sit down with the food and start eating.

Hearing you say that you’d stick beside him gave him a full body chill. He wanted to tell you now more than ever that he was falling in love with you. He sits down next to you and starts eating his breakfast.

“Do you want to take a look for yourself?” Keigo asks.

“Yea, my mind is made up.” He hands you your phone. You stare at the black screen, nervous as to what will be on it when you open it. Keigo notices your hesitation and places his hand on your back.

“Remember, we will get through this.” He says softly as he rubs your back.

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PART 6

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See you later, Mr. President (Part One)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: sexual tension, mild smut || MDNI

Art by: Kadeart

“I’m down bad, Fumikage…” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh followed his words.

“Just ask her out. The worst she can say is no.” Fumikage replies.

Keigo had invited Fumikage out for drinks. He needed someone to talk about his latest…issue. He had developed feelings for a coworker, and not just any coworker. She’s a potential collaborator for the project he and Ochaco have been working on. She works for a similar nonprofit organization where she’s from and was sent to see if the company wants to expand the organization here in Japan.

“I don't even care to be unprofessional, I just don’t want to ruin this for Ochaco or the kids in the program.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “I’m the damn President. I SHOULD be able to do what I want.” He mumbles under his breath.

Fumikage shakes his head out of disappointment and says “But your actions reflect the HPSC. You know this.”

“Yea, I’m aware…..” he sighs.

Once again, he feels disdain towards the commission. A feeling that comes to him often. As long as the commission exists, he feels that it’s his burden to bear….quite the masochist.

“Mr. President?” He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder.

A devilish smirk grows on Keigo’s face as he realizes who’s behind him. Fumikage lets out a scoff, knowing who you are without having met you. Keigo’s smirk tells him everything he needs to know. He turns around to face you and says, “Heeeyy, what are you doing here?”

He stands up and checks you out. His eyes quickly grazed up and down your body. You had just come back from getting dinner with Ochaco and a few of her friends. You're wearing a black spaghetti strapped, A-line mini dress and a dark red leather jacket. He leans over and gives you a friendly hug; resting his hand on the small of your back. You smile at him and say, “This bar is right next to my hotel. I wanted to stop and get a drink before turning in for the night.”

“I see.” He says keeping his hand on the small of your back as he loosens the hug. “Fumikage, this is L/N F/N. She’s the woman I was talking about earlier. Good things….great things even…haha…This is Fumikage Tokoyami. He’s a good friend of mine.”

Oh god, why did he say he was talking about you earlier..and why did he say it like that. Your mind can’t help but to wonder what was said. You also wonder why his hand is still on the small of your back but you really don’t mind because you find him attractive. He’s charming and always makes you laugh. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in that way.

“Nice to meet you, Tokoyami.” You bow slightly, showing respect.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He stands up and bows slightly in your direction. “ I would love to stay and hang out but I was just heading out actually. I have to patrol in the morning.”

Keigo moves his hand from your back and pats Fumikage on the shoulder and says, “I wouldn't want to keep you, man. I’ll see you later this week?”

“Yes of course. See you later, Mr.President.” Fumikage teases.

Keigo lets out a laugh and says, “Fly safe.”

He pulls out the barstool that Fumikage was sitting in and says, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You knew this was a bad idea but you wanted to do it anyway. You could lose your job if this goes any further than just a drink. The company you work for sent you here because you were unbiased. You had to make the decision if it would be a good idea to go into business with Japan’s HPSC.

“Mr.President, you don't have to do that.” You say keeping a smile on your face.

“I insist, please. You said you wanted one and I’m more than happy to buy it for you.”

You give in and take a seat in the chair. He pushed the chair in as if you weighed nothing. He takes a seat next to you and asks, “What do you like to drink?”

“Umeshu, it’s my favorite.” You say.

“Ahh, you like it sweet. So do I.” That smirk has not left his face. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like he’s flirting with you.

The bartender comes over to the two of you and takes your order. He comes back with a glass of fruit wine and sets it in front of you. Keigo thanks him.

“Thank you, Mr.President.”

“My pleasure. You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N. Call me Kiego.” He says with a genuine smile on his face.

“Kiego, that name fits you.” You say taking a sip of your wine.

“You think so? I only used to go by my Hero name before the war.”

“Oh? And what was that?” You play dumb as if you didn’t spend hours researching him before coming to Japan, one month ago.

“Hawks.” He states.

“That name also fits you. I don’t mean this in a bad way but you can be intimidating.” You say holding back a laugh.

“Whhaaaa, me? Intimidating?” He gives you an intense stare while cocking his head to the side and saying, “How so?”

The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m sure you’ve heard the expression ‘watch like a hawk.’ Your stare is just intense.” You say honestly.

“Haha, that is true. I’m a really laid back guy though, I swear.”

“Oh I know you are. Since I’ve met you a month ago, I’ve been questioning how you maintain such a calm composure being the president of the HPSC. I haven’t seen you crack once.”

You take another sip of your wine, finishing it. Kiego notices, and immediately asks, “You want another glass?”

You should go back to the hotel but you’re really enjoying this conversation. He seems to be enjoying it too. You take off your leather jacket, revealing your collar bones and a bit of cleavage. You hang your jacket on the back of your bar chair and fix your spaghetti straps. Kiego had never seen you outside of your office clothes before. It was quite the sight for him. There’s no denying he wanted you.

“Yea, I’ll take another one. Thank you Kiego.” You say.

He orders you another glass and refills his. You raise your now full glass near him and he clinks his cup to yours. You both take a sip.

“What’s life like for you back in your country? Are you married, have a partner , or kids?” He slyly asks.

You’re smirking at him now, because you know what he’s doing…and you’re not stopping him. He lets out a small laugh, knowing that you know.

“No, I'm not married, no partner and I have no kids. I just work and travel and travel for work.”

He perks up hearing that you aren’t married and have no kids. He does see a ring on your finger from time to time so he had to confirm.

“What a shame. You’re a beautiful woman, Y/N. Anybody would be lucky to have you.” He says looking straight at you. Not an ounce of hesitation.

The way he was speaking to you combined with the wine had you feeling perfect.

“Thank you, Kiego. That’s very nice of you to say. What about you? Any secret children the world doesn’t know about?” You joke.

“Haha, no. I’m not taken but if I was, I think my girlfriend would look a lot like you.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh really?” You say with a slight giggle.

“I’m just sayin!” He flashes that charming smile at you.

You both laugh at his statement. You both played it off but this entire exchange was turning you on. Keigo was good at hiding it but he would fold for you in a second. You kept going back and forth with your decision, should you invite him to your hotel or should you go home alone? If you don’t leave with him, it’s gonna be a long night of you pleasuring yourself… and you just knew your hands couldn’t do what he could.

“Keigo….I think I’m gonna head back to my hotel.” You gently place your hands on top of his and say, “Will you walk me?”

You’d never seen his face light up as quickly as it did. He nods his head yes and pulls out his wallet. He grabs ¥3,000 and goes over to the bartender to pay the tab. He had already done the math in his head for how much the bill would be. When he comes back, he grabs your jacket off the back of your chair. You stand up and let him help you put it on.

“You in a hurry?” You ask as you both head to the exit.

He starts to slightly blush as he holds the door open for you.

“I just didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He says placing his hand on the back of his neck.

You walk through the door and he follows you. The walk to the hotel was pretty silent. You both were thinking of the consequences this would bring. But what about the pleasure? It had been awhile since both of you had been laid and you were already so wet just from the conversation back at the bar. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt.

“This is my hotel.” You say nervously as you stand in front of him. Your eyes kept darting to his lips. You wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N, tell me if I’m wrong but I get the feeling you want me to kiss you right now?” Lust weighing down his voice like iron.

Your face burned at his observation. Thank god he couldn’t tell. He moves closer to you, your faces a hairbreadth apart from each other. He pushes your hair off your shoulder revealing your neck to him.

“Am I right or…” he whispers in your ear.

He knows he’s right, why is he even playing these games with you? The longer you take to decide, the longer he will tease you.

“You’re right, Mr. President…but we can’t down here.” You stay perfectly still as you feel his breath hit your neck.

“What a shame. If only someone had a hotel room in this hotel we’re standing in front of.” He teases.

This was eating you alive and he didn’t care in the slightest. He wanted you to say yes so badly and you wanted that too.

“Are you thirsty?” You say changing the subject.

He backs away from your ear and says, “so thirsty.”

“I have water in my room, upstairs. Let’s go.” You say grabbing your room key.

You both head into the hotel, opening the main entrance and elevator with your key. Once you both were inside the elevator, Keigo grabs your waist. He gently pushes you against the wall as he presses his lips against yours. You grab both sides of his face, your fingers grazing the scar on his jawline. His tongue made its way into the kiss as he placed his hands under your mini dress to feel your ass. He moaned lightly as you bit his lip. He could’ve taken you right in this elevator if he wanted too.

DING!

Suddenly his hands and mouth were off you. He cleared his throat and adjusted his blazer as the elevator doors opened. You were disheveled, in disbelief he would stop so suddenly. You adjust your dress and take a step out the elevator as the doors open, he follows you.

“Really looking forward to this water.”

I don’t think you all understand how I wrote this in little to no time. I LOVE writing about Hawks! Hes the reason I started writing fanfics again. Ugh part 2 is about to go HARD >:)

Part 2 out now :)

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The divas are having a queen off….

This is my OC, Misora! If you want to find out more about her and Hawks dynamic, read Nakidori. Posted another chapter this morning!! This fic was the inspiration behind my username and was the first thing I started when I began writing last year :)

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See you later, Mr. President (part 4)

Hawks X Reader Mini Series

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Warnings: Adult themes, Smut and Anxiety, || MDNI

**cliff hanger at the end**

This morning was like any other morning. You did your normal commute to work. The weather was exceptionally nice, cherry blossoms in full bloom. You greeted the people you work beside, as you typically do. You open your office door to reveal a custom arrangement of cymbidium orchids, calla lilies and hydrangeas sitting on your desk.

“This has to be a mistake…” You mumble to yourself as you set your bags down.

The bouquet was so gorgeous that you were afraid to touch it. The flowers were in a circular shaped vase. You notice a note sticking out from the middle of the arrangement.

‘For my pretty girl’

Blood rushes to your face as you realize that Keigo bought you this expensive arrangement of flowers. What’s the occasion for? More importantly, why would he do this at work? You put the note on your desk and march up to his office. His receptionist wasn’t there yet so you knocked on his office door.

“Hey Gorgeous.” Keigo says in his usual playful tone.

You push him into the office and close the door behind you. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed.

“What?” He says clueless as to why you seem upset with him.

You shake your head in disappointment and ask, “Why did you send an expensive bouquet of flowers to my OFFICE?”

This question somehow led to Kiego fucking you up against the wall. He held you up by your thighs as he thrusted into you. He licks up the side of your neck, right before he says, “You’ve been mine for a whole month now, sweetheart” in your ear.

That’s why he sent the flowers, you guys have been seeing each other for a month as of today. I guess that also explains why he felt the need to fuck you senseless in his office. You thought it was sweet he remembered something so small like that. It really shows you that he wants to be more than just fuck buddies. He carries you over to his desk and lays your back down on the cold wood. He thrusts deep and slow to avoid the sound of your ass clapping.

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. You’re so good to me.” He added in a low whisper.

You could tell he was close and so were you. His fingers pressed into your waist as he pulled you on his dick. His pace began to pick up and he didn’t care about being quiet at this moment. His dick was slipping in and out of you until he filled you with his thick load. You both curse under your breath as he pulls out.

“I know you didn’t cum. I’ll take care of you after work.” He says as he slides out of you.” “Stay right there.”

He walks over to the bathroom that’s in his office and grabs paper towels to wipe up his mess. You both get yourselves together quickly.

“I think it’s sweet you remembered the day.” You say while fixing your dress.

“Someone needed to. You didn’t.” He teases.

“Because I didn’t think you saw our relationship like that.” You rebuttal.

“Oh please, you know exactly how I feel about you, Y/N. One of the first things I said to you that night at the bar was, ‘you look like my girlfriend.’ I’m not here to waste your time.” He says with a stern voice.

He's not wrong. He’s been an open book about his feelings and he keeps applying the pressure. This whole month, he’s been sending you small gifts and love letters since you two can’t be seen in public.

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just in shock from how forward you’re being. Like I said, it’s been awhile since I’ve dated or been interested in anyone. And besides, you know I’m not staying in Japan long. Why are you putting so much into this short term thing?” You finally address the elephant in the room.

He kisses your forehead and says, “Because I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles at you when he sees your face is completely straight because he did not answer your question in the slightest. You knew he was being honest though.

You hit his shoulder and say, “I should get back to my office, Mr. President.”

“One more thing. I want you to come over tonight.” He says leaning back against his desk.

You had never been to his place before. You always wondered what it looked like. Does he have an apartment or a house? Any pets? You can get a good sense of who he is by how he lives.

“Text me your address and what time. I’ll see you later, Mr. President.” You say with a slight smirk on your face.

Once you leave the office, Keigo lets out a, “yes!” under his breath. He honestly didn’t know how that was going to go. He had never sent you an expensive gift in public like that. He knew you’d be mad at first but he also knew he could calm you down. He loved that you were fiery and that you had no problem setting him straight. The thing he loved the most is the contrast from you at work and you outside of work. At work, you’re the textbook definition of professional. You’re hard working, smart, and a great leader that always dressed the part. Well, you teetered on the line of dressing appropriately sometimes. You’d wear these tight clothes that Keigo would often think about you in. Which is why he wanted to see you outside of work. He wants to see more of the real you.

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“Those flowers are lovely, Y/N. You got a secret admirer?” your coworker asks as you carry the bouquet out of your office.

“No, haha. The company I work for sent them to me for doing a good job.” You lie.

“Awe, they care so much. How lovely. Let me get the door for you.” He says as he opens the front door for you to head out.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night. Mata ashita (see you tomorrow).” You stand on the side of the road waiting for the taxi you called not too long ago.

You start to ponder on what you’re gonna wear for your date tonight with the President. Something sexy or something chill? You know that he loves the way you dress. He’s admitted it a few times during sex.

“Keep the dress on, I want to fuck you in it.”

You start to get wet thinking about the filthy things he’s said to you. You can't deny the fact that you adore the way he speaks to you. You’re like putty in his hands if he says the right things to you and he always does. You get into your taxi and head to the hotel you call home. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

Mr. President: Here’s my address. You’re welcome to come over at 20:00. Wear something pretty for me.

Just reading that text message makes you blush. You really like Keigo but you hate the cards you were dealt. You wish that you didn’t have to sacrifice anything to be with him. He’s been pouring so much affection into you and this situationship. The least you could do is show him who you are outside of work.

“Tōchaku shimashita (we have arrived).” The driver says, pulling me out of contemplation.

“Arigatou Gozaimasu.” You say as you get out of the taxi.

You hurry up to your hotel room, taking off your shoes the moment you get in the room. You place the vase of flowers on your desk and start changing your clothes. You had picked out a cheetah print maxi skirt that hugged your curves perfectly. For your top, you chose a black low cut halter top that hugged your waist. Your body was on display in this outfit even though you were mostly covered. You only have about an hour and a half to get ready. You turn on your favorite album, to get yourself in the right headspace. As you’re getting ready, your best friend from home calls you. You grab your laptop and bring it into the bathroom as you accept the call.

“Mira!! Hi my love, how are you!!” you exclaim as you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“I’m doing good! I miss you so much, it’s unreal.” She whines.

Mirlande (Mira) had been your best friend since you were in grade school. She was more like a sister than a friend though. You two practically lived at each other's houses growing up. Your families were similar in every way: they were from the same island so it was the same culture. It was so nice having her when your family moved to America.

“I miss you so much, girl. It’s been crazy being apart from you for so long.” You stop doing your makeup and get a good look at her.

She smiles at you and says, “Getting ready to see Mr. President?”

You scoff and say “How’d you know?”

“Look at what you're wearing, you’re looking extra slutty!! The man is already down bad for you.” Mira screams.

You start laughing and say, “Good, Right where I want his ass.”

You and Mira catch up as you finish getting ready. You show her the vase of flowers he got for you and she tells you about her situationships. Once you check the time, you realize you're running late.

“Ahhh, Mira I gotta go!! I’m late as fuck. I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.” You whine as you grab your black leather jacket, purse and slip on your open toe black kitten heels.

“Okay, love you! Tell me how it goes. Get some dick for the both of us!!” She says before ending the call.

You laugh and roll your eyes at her statement. You quickly spray yourself with your signature scent and scurry down to the lobby. Your phone begins to ring, and of course it’s Keigo.

You answer the phone and say, “Hey.”

“Hey, have you left yet?” He asks.

“No, my taxi should be here in 5 minutes though. I’m running a few minutes late. So sorry. ”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Cancel the taxi. I sent a driver for you. She should be pulling up right now.”

Just as he said, a black vehicle parks right in front of the hotel. The driver gets out and holds up a sign with your name.

“Yes, I see her. Walking over to her now.” You are completely shocked as you walk towards the car. You speak the little Japanese that you know to inform her that you’re the person she is picking up. She opens the door for you and you get into the car.

“You in?” Keigo asks.

“Yes, thank you for this. You really didn't need to go through the trouble.” You express.

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. Anything I do for you causes me no trouble. I can't take you anywhere in public right now so I will make this as extravagant as I can. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He says in an alluring voice.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard his breath hitch over the phone as he heard those sweet words fall from your lips. This was the first time you addressed Keigo in an informal way…outside of sex. You smile knowing that he’s probably a blushing mess.

“Anything for you.” He says softly.

You hang up the phone and calm your nerves the whole ride to his house. You weren’t nervous at all. If anything you were smitten by him. Your heart began to beat harder the closer you got. You placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath as you pulled into his property. You saw him standing out by his front door wearing a black knit collared shirt and khaki trousers. He walks up to the car door and opens it. You get out of the car, not breaking eye contact with him. He places his hand on the small of your back as he whispers, “hi pretty” in your ear. You smile and say “hi” back. He closes the car door and waves at the driver as she pulls out from the driveway.

“Thank you for having me.” You say as he walks you to the front door.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He says as he opens the door for you.

His place is exactly as you thought it would be. Beautiful high ceilings with a lot of space. The living room had wood paneling behind the mounted tv aligned with a wall of windows with a gorgeous view. The sectional was low to the ground and sat up against the wall of windows. You could tell his home was decorated with intention. (Picture)

“Your home is so nice. I really love how it’s decorated.” You say slipping off your heels.

“Thanks. I hired an interior designer because I’ve never decorated a home before. She made me take a bunch of quizzes and this is what she came up with.” He says walking into his living room. He turns towards you and says, “I’ll give you a tour later.”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed against his chest as you closed the gap between the two of you. He can’t help but to lightly blush at how forward you were being. He rests his hands on your lower back and butt. You get goosebumps at his touch, causing you to giggle. You smile and say “Can’t wait.”

Keigo couldn’t believe you were willingly in his arms right now. Getting you to cooperate felt like pulling teeth to him. For the first time, he feels like he’s getting to know the real you and not the work version of you.

“I think it’s time I show you what I planned.” He says while kissing your arm. He takes your hand and walks you over to his kitchen. He quickly gets behind you and covers your eyes with his hands.

“Get ready for an amazing, authentic, delicious, experience, Y/N.” He says dramatically.

He uncovers your eyes to reveal an at home yakiniku set up. You gasp, look back at him and say, “Yakiniku!!! How did you know I wanted to try this?”

“Just a hunch.” He says with a slick smile. It wasn’t just a hunch, it was a lot more than just a hutch. Even though Keigo doesn’t have his feathers anymore, that doesn’t mean his nasty habit of eavesdropping is gone. He still has insanely sharp eyes and ears, even after the war.

“Hmm, Is it the same hutch you developed while doing spy work?” You say knowing he definitely eavesdropped on a conversation you had at work.

“Yea, you could say that.” He says knowing he can’t hide anything past you. He knew you were just as smart as him, maybe even more intelligent than him.

He pulls out a barstool from his kitchen island for you to take a seat. The set up was actually really cute. It was a tiny counter grill surrounded by different plated meats, marinades, and sauces. He even had a few veggies chopped and sliced to be grilled as well. He plugs the grill in and turns it on to make sure it’s hot. You take a seat and watch him move around his kitchen.

“What would you like to drink? I have wine, sake, tea, really anything.” He says as he grabs a beer for himself.

“Do people usually drink beer with yakiniku?” you ask.

“Yea but you don’t have to.” He says knowing that you are not a fan of beer.

“I’ll have a beer. I’ll try it!” You say optimistically.

He grabs you a beer from the fridge and comes to sit next to you. He opens the beer and hands it to you and says, “If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it.”

You take the bottle and agree. Keigo starts telling you the name of all the meats and sauces. You wanted to start off with some veggies, pork belly, yakitori, and thin sliced beef. You grab the tongs and start helping him add the meats to the grill. You could tell from the smell that the meat was marinated beforehand. As you wait for the meat to cook, you and Keigo start talking about quirks. Kiego wanted to know if you had one but never found the right time to ask.

“Do you have a quirk?” He straight up asks.

You raise your eyebrows and take a sip of the beer you’re struggling to get through. Keigo laughs and says, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to and you also don't need to drink that beer, Y/N.”

“I’ll tell you, it’s nothing flashy. I have a really high IQ, that’s pretty much it.” You say ignoring his beer statement.

“That explains why I can’t get anything past you. Beauty and brains, huh?” He says while getting up and pouring a cup of Umeshu, knowing that’s what you prefer.

You slightly blush as he compliments you and pours you a glass of your favorite wine that he conveniently had on hand. You take the meat off the grill and take the wine from him. He takes your beer and puts it next to his. You thank him once again for the food and start eating together. He places more meat on the grill as you two drink, eat, and get to know each other. The conversation is going great, you feel completely at ease with him at this moment.

*BZZZZ*

Both your phones go off, simultaneously. You both ignore them and continue the conversation.

*BZZZZ*

Once again, both phones go off. You stare at each other and agree to answer them. You grab your phone and step into the bathroom. He grabs his phone and goes into his living room. You see that it’s your best friend, Mira, calling you.

“Are you okay?” You say answering the phone.

“Yea I am. Are you sitting down? You need to sit down, Y/N.” She said in a panic.

You take a seat on the closed toilet and say, “I’m sitting. What’s going on?”

“Go look at what I texted you.”

You put her on speaker and quickly navigate to your messages with her. It’s video footage that’s clearly pulled from a surveillance camera in an elevator. You click play and see Keigo walking in the elevator. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you realize where this is from. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you saw yourself walk into the elevator. You were frozen in place as you continued watching the footage. Someone leaked the footage of the President making out with you, put it on the internet AND IT’S GOING VIRAL.

Yall….. what can I say I LOVE a cliff hanger. I feel bad because Keigo is just trying to get to know you and now he has pulled you into this mess. Anywayyyyy, how are we liking it????? Heheheh

Stay tuned for part 5! Things really about to pop off.

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See you Later, Mr. President (Part 3)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Part one

Part two

WARNINGS: sexual tension || MDNI

You slowly open your eyes to your hotel room. Keigo was still asleep while having his arms wrapped around you. You turn to face him, loosening up his grip on you. You lay your head on his chest as you look at him while he sleeps. You started to get flashbacks of last night in your head causing you to feel embarrassed. You still can’t believe you fucked the ONE person your employer said not to fuck.

“Good morning, Y/N.” A groggy Keigo says.

“Good morning Kiego.” You say as you sit up.

You crawl on top of him, placing your ass right on his crotch. You look down at his chiseled abs and his body covered in scars. You wanted to know where every scar came from. He places his hands on your ass and hums in delight.

“What’s your plans for today?” He asks while looking up at you.

Two unexpected knocks at your door make you flinch. Keigo furrowed his brow and mouthed the word, “housekeeping?”

You shake your head no because you know they come in the middle of the day. You get off of him and put on your robe. You answer the door to reveal Ashido and Ochako.

“Ohh, good morning Ashido and Ochako.” You say it loud enough so Keigo can hear you.

Kiego jumps out of the bed and onto the floor. He lands as soft as he could but you could still hear him.

“Good morning. Is someone here, Y/N.” Ashido asks with a smirk on her face.

“No…. Just me. I overslept! I completely forgot we were going shopping together. How about I meet you all at the cafe down the street? It’ll take me 20 minutes to get ready.” You redirect Ashido.

“Yea that’s fine but what’s that?” Ochako pointed at the dark hickey on your collar bone with a giggle.

Now why the fuck would Keigo give you a hickey? This is supposed to be a secret thing and he marked you?

“It’s a hickey.” You honestly say.

“From?” Ashido says.

“I’ll explain at the cafe!! You two are so nosy. Give me 20 minutes and I'll meet you there.” You express.

“Okay okayyy, tell mister hottie I said good morning.” Ashido says as they begin to walk away.

You close the door and say, “I completely forgot I made plans with them last night.”

Keigo comes out of the closet completely dressed in his suit and says, “They don’t know it’s me so we’re all good.”

“Damn, I didn’t even hear you put on your clothes.”

“Yea, I’m stealthy. What are you wearing today?” He asks as he takes a seat on the bed.

“Something that covers up this HICKEY.” You pout at him and cross your arms.

“Oh… haha… Sorry about that. I clearly lack self control…. I mean we both do.” He explains.

You roll your eyes and say, “That’s not a genuine apology, Keigo.”

He gets up and stands behind you, pressing his body to yours. He gently kisses the side of your neck and mumbles, “I’ll make it up to you when we meet again. I promise.”

Everytime he gave you attention like that, it made you so weak in the knees. It took every fiber in your body to control your urges when he touched you.

“Mhm, okay Mr.President.” You say acting like you were unimpressed by him.

He lets out a laugh and says, “Get dressed. I’ll leave like 20 minutes after you so nothing looks suspicious.”

You nod your head and begin your process. While you got ready, you and Keigo talked and got to know each other more. He didn’t say this out loud but he found out that he adores watching you get ready. He paid attention to the products you were using for your skin and what make up you put on. He even took note of what songs you put on to get ready too.

“How do I look?” You say posing for him.

“Too fucking good.” He says as he takes in your outfit.

You wore an off the shoulder grey sweater with a lace cream colored cami underneath to hide the hickey. You paired with a jean mini skirt. You pulled your hair up into a relaxed bun, leaving a few locs in your face.

“Okay, I gotta go.” You grab your purse and rush over to the door, Kiego following directly behind you. You slide your sneakers on your foot, holding onto Keigo as you fix your shoe.

“When am I seeing you again?” He blurts out.

“At work tomorrow.” You say innocently.

He scoffs and says, “Y/N, when am I seeing you again outside of work?”

Oh, right. He wants to hook up again. You pause for a second and think if you want this to be a one time thing. How are you two going to hide this? You can’t be seen in public together so it would be just a no strings attached situation, right?

“How about Friday?” You give in.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

You give a half smile back and say, “See you.”

You open the door and rush over to the cafe where Ashido and Ochako are. You can’t help but to feel weird about all of this. There’s a bit of guilt and confusion in your mind from the night you had with Keigo. Once you get there you, bow and apologize profusely to the both of them.

“I’ll accept your apology once you give me the details!” Ashido pouts.

“Sit down and stop apologizing. I ordered what you usually get.” She slides your drink over to you as you take a seat next to her.

“Thank you for ordering this.” You say before you take a quick sip, realizing you haven't drank anything today. “All you need to know is that it was a one night stand and I don’t think he’s interested long term anyway.”

There was some truth to your lie.

“Do you want it to be long term?” Ashido asks.

“I don’t know… In a perfect world yes but...we work to…two different schedules and it just doesn’t seem like it’s a good idea.” You explain.

“…Hm, I don’t know, I think you should try. If he seems interested in you and you like him, why not?” Ochako says.

“Says the girl who can’t ask out someone she’s been crushing on for over A DECADE.” Ashido interjects.

“Wait, Deku? Ochako, it's been that long?” You didn’t know much of the story behind Ochako’s feelings for him. Usually, you‘re not one to pry but you’ll do anything to keep them from talking about your night with the president.

“Yea, Deku. The green haired one you met last night. She has literally had feelings for him since U.A.” Ashido says.

Ochako takes Ashido's scolding and knows that she’s right. It’s just tough because she feels like it’s been so long and if he liked her, he would have made a move by now. Once everyone finished their drinks, you all headed out to the mall. You spent the day shopping with the girls and found some really cute outfits for work.

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Keigo laid in your bed while he waited to leave your hotel room. He’s resisting the urge to snoop around. He’s not looking for anything specific, he just wants to know more about the things you like.

“I shouldn’t…” he says out loud to himself. He sits up on the bed and places his hand on his face. He was contemplating. If he still had his quirk, he would have done it already. He likes knowing everything.

“Nah, I’ll chill.” He says to himself. He does get up and write a note for you though. He grabs a napkin off the coffee table and grabs a pen from your desk. He starts writing. He was thinking about the night you two shared. Even though it was amazing for the both of you, he knew you had some qualms about it.

‘Y/N , thank you for a great night. Stop by my office in the morning whenever you get to work. I look forward to seeing you again. -Keigo’

***********Next Day***********

“Ohayou Gozaimasu, Y/N. The president would like to see you.”

You were avoiding him. You saw the note he left you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to his office.

“Arigatou Gozaimasu, I’ll be there in a moment.” You respond.

His receptionist bows and leaves your office. You let out a deep sigh and finish typing your email. The truth is you don’t know how you feel about pursuing a relationship with him. You worked so hard to get where you are within the company. It’s not worth losing your position for a man, however you can’t hide from him forever. You get up and check yourself out in the mirror hung up in your office. You were wearing a white blouse with a black vest and black mini skirt. Sheer stockings covered your legs along with ballet flats on your feet.

“I hope he doesn’t make this hard.” You whisper to yourself as you fix your hair.

You walk out of your office and take the elevator up to his, anxiously tapping your foot as you pass each floor. The doors open to his receptionist sitting outside his office.

“I’ll buzz you in.” She says.

You walk up to his office door and open it as you hear the buzzing. Knots started forming in your stomach as you saw him sitting at his desk. His suit jacket was off, so you got to see him in his fitted white button down. He looks up at you and smirks.

“You wanted to see me?” You say closing the door.

“Yes, I thought I made that pretty clear.” He states.

You stood there with nothing to say, unable to make eye contact with his strong gaze.

“What’s up, Y/N? Did I do something wrong? You avoiding me?” He says with concern in his voice.

“No….I’m not avoiding you… I just..” you stammer.

He stands up from his desk and walks over to you. He stands directly in front of you, your bodies a hair's breadth away from each other.

“You just what?” He says under his breath while staring you directly in your eyes.

“I just don’t think…. We should be… seeing each other like this.” You confess as you share a breath with him.

“Yea? Why not?” He softly caresses your face.

“I could lose my job.” His hand slides from your face and down to the collar of your shirt. He pulls your collar to the side to reveal your collarbone. He lets out a chuckle once he sees the hickey he marked you with.

“I wouldn’t let that happen, Y/N. Do you think I would let them fire you?” His voice dropped down an octave as he closed the gap between you two. His hands resting on your waist as he pulls you close to him.

“I don't think you have jurisdiction over that, Mr. President.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving in to his seductive nature.

He smacks his teeth and rolls his eyes at your comment. “I have as much power as they do over your job. I have so much power that they sent you over here to keep tabs on me. Not that I’m complaining.”

He wasn’t wrong, they did send you to as a physical reminder. Your job was to assist the commission on closing the deal with your company, answering any questions they had and helping them fill out any paperwork. You’re meant to be here no more than a few months.

“I’m not keeping tabs on you, Mr. President. I’m here to assist the commission on closing a deal. That’s it.” You say as his hands begin to rub up and down your back.

“Assist is a nice word for rush.” He chuckles. “Be honest with me, Y/N. If seeing me didn’t cost you your job, would you continue seeing me?”

You sat in silence for a moment to think. If you say yes, you know Keigo is the type to run with it. You can already hear him saying, ‘So go out with me.’

“No, I wouldn’t.” You state.

He scoffs and says, “You're such a bad liar, sweetheart. Be honest.”

You roll your eyes and look up at him and say, “If you know the answer, why do I have to say it?”

He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together. “Because I want to hear you say it.”

You push his hand from your face and walk away from him. He smiles at the fact that he’s lowkey pissing you off. You lean up against his desk and say, “I would continue seeing you if my job wasn’t at stake.”

He walks up to you, closing the space between you two once again and says, “That’s all I needed to hear, pretty girl. Don’t worry about your job, it’s not going anywhere. Trust me when I say that, okay?”

You stare into his eyes as he promises you that everything will be okay. You believe him more than you’ve believed anyone.

“Okay.” You mutter as he places his thumb on your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hands grab on your ass as his tongue caresses yours. You placed your hands on his chest, tapping on his firm peck. He stops kissing you and clears his throat.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He says.

You wipe your dark brown lip liner and clear gloss off his lips with your thumb and say, “Don’t get us caught, Mr.President.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now that that’s figured out, can I see you tonight?” He asks.

“I’ll be in touch.” You walk away from him and head to the door.

Here’s part three of the mini series!!! I hope you all are loving it! Part four will have some drama I think.. or more smut, I’m still thinking about it lol!!! Leave comments on how you’re feeling :) love u my little nakidoris ❤️

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Who is that?

Hawks x Reader

“Who is that?” Keigo says to himself as he pulls away from the current conversation he was having with interviewers.

He’s never had someone grab his attention so abruptly. This woman had a cream colored silk dress on with crystals hanging down her back. Her skin glistened under the jewels and the lights in the ball room. Her hair was in an updo with a few locs framing her face. She was having a conversation with Aizawa. Keigo makes his way over to introduce himself. 

“Aizawa, how are you?” Keigo says interrupting their conversation. 

The mystery woman smiles at him. Aizawa looks confused as if they didn’t have a conversation earlier. 

“I’m still doing fine?” Aizawa replies. 

Ignoring Aizawa’s sarcastic comment, Keigo keeps pushing the conversation. 

“I didn’t know you were bringing someone to this event?” Keigo questions Aizawa. 

“Oh, he didn’t bring me. I’m a new teacher at U.A. this term. Mrs. Y/N. Hero name, Aerial. ” She says holding out her hand to shake his. 

Keigo smiles at the fact that she was not Aizawa’s date AND she’s also not married. He reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Hawks.” 

You smile at him. You both felt instant chemistry with each other. It was so much chemistry that they didn’t notice Aizawa had walked away a few moments ago. 

“Aizawa’s disappeared.” You say looking around the room.

“Yea, he does that. Probably getting a drink or sleeping somewhere. I don’t know what that man does with his time.” Keigo says as he shrugs his shoulders. 

You giggle and say, "that’s too bad. He was suppose to introduce me to more pros.” 

Keigo seems confused by her statement. What other hero would she need to meet? She’s already met the number two hero in Japan.

“Well lucky for you! I happen to know all of them.” Keigo says. 

“Really? And why is that?” You ask. 

She genuinely has no idea who Hawks is… and he LOVES that. 

“Did you just move to Japan???” Keigo asks. 

“Yes…what does that have to do with the question I just asked?” You backtrack. 

“Nothing.” Keigo says bluntly. 

“…..okay…..are you gonna answer my question as to why you know ALL of them?” You backtrack once again. 

“OH! Cuz I’m a hero.” Keigo says as he fluffs up his wings. 

You laughs and say “well, yes… everyone here is either a teacher or a hero and I haven’t seen you on campus this past week so I would assume you’re a hero. That still does not answer my question as to why you know ALL of the heroes.” 

“Oh I’m just active in the community. You know networking and stuff.” Keigo says shutting down her concerns. 

You laugh again. You find him charming but you'd be lying if you said you weren't concerned about his baby face. You're 22 with a baby face as well so can’t make out a clear judgement of his age. 

“So how long have you been a hero, Hawks.” You say redirecting the conversation. 

“Since I was 18. I opened up my own hero agency the same year I started. I’m 23 now.” Keigo says trying to impress her. 

“That’s very impressive. You must be a hardworking man.” You reply hiding your excitement to know that this charming man infront of you is your age. 

“I am. And you?” Keigo says. 

You think about the question for a second. You're very hesitant to give information about herself to people you don’t know. It’s just how you were raised. 

“I started when I was 18 too. I did some hero work in the states and I was music teacher part time to save up to move here! Now I’m 22 and working as a teacher at U.A.” You say. 

“Awh, you were a music teacher? That must’ve been so fun. Do you have a music quirk?” Keigo asks. 

“No, I can control the air around me and in my body. Hence my hero name being Aerial.” You say as you create a tiny tornado on your finger tip. 

“That’s a really impressive quirk. You’re going to make an excellent teacher for the next generation of heroes.” Keigo says genuinely impressed.

You smile and say, “ thank you.” 

Present Mic comes up behind you and taps you on the shoulder.

“So sorry to interrupt but, we need you on stage with the rest of the new teachers. We’re going to introduce you guys.” 

“I’ll head over in a second thank you.” She responds. 

She opens her clutch and hands Keigo a card. 

“I’ve got to go but I hope we can see each other again soon. Reach out if you want a piano or singing lesson, okay?” She says with a smile. 

She shakes Keigo’s hand one more time and walks towards stage. 

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You can read the follow up of this mini series right here.

I'm going to start posting more of my one shots! I have always been a writer that never posts my work but I'm looking to change that. Anyway, here's another Oneshot from a fic I decided to trash. Hope you all enjoy!

Please do not steal or alter my writings <3

a bird that can't sing.....

Keigo x reader One Shot

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“Sorry for the wait. I’m all yours now.”

“I love this outfit on you.." Keigo blurts out the minute he sees you.

“I’ve never gotten so many compliments from a student before.” You say sitting down at your piano. 

He follows you and stands next to the piano. You play a couple of arpeggios to warm your hands up. Keigo watches in amazment. 

“So what do you wanna work on for your first singing lesson.” You ask him.

Keigo starts to laugh and says,”what if I said I just wanted to hang out with you and didn’t know how to ask you so I took up your offer for a singing lesson?” 

“That’s too bad because I’m already in the mood to teach a lesson.” 

Keigo throws his head back and groans,”UGGGHHHHHHH, fine.” 

“You got yourself into this. We can cut it short and then discuss why you had to LIE to just hang out with me.” you say bluntly. 

He flutters his wings and stands up straight.

“Yes, Mrs. Y/N. Sorry, Mrs. Y/N.” Keigo says. 

“Glad to see your ready. We’re gonna start with matching pitch.”

You start by playing middle C. You look at Keigo to match the pitch you just played. The moment he opens his mouth, he was terribly out of tune. 

“Oh okay.....that was bad.” 

Keigo’s jaw drops and he looks suprised by your statement. 

“Are you this RUDE to your students?” 

“Being honest and RUDE are two different things. Next and last pitch. Making you sing in key is above my pay-grade.” 

Keigo laughs and prepares himself to sing again. You play A3. Keigo is terrible out of tune again. 

“Alright, so....what do you wanna do? You’re just awful.” You say as you stand up from your piano bench. 

“Damn, okay….Watch a movie?” Keigo suggest as he pouts. He's fully acting as if he wanted the singing lesson, which he did not.

“Sure and while we pick a movie...we can discuss your lies.” You saunter over to the kitchem

Keigo follows you and says ,”Are you mad at me?” 

“Yeaaa.” You answer jokingly. 

Keigo pretends to bang his head against the wall and proceeds to get on his knees in front of you. He begs for forgiveness.

“I only lied because I was nervous. You’re just so pretty and gorgeous and cool and I’m so lame for lying. I don’t even like to lie! I panicked but now I’m at your house and we’re about to watch a movie and all is right in the world. Please forgive me. I don’t even deserve to sit next to someone as honest and beautiful as you. I’ll be a good boy from here on out, Mrs.Y/N.” Keigo says exaggeratedly.

Your blushing so hard, you can’t even look him in the eye. The begging, calling himself a good boy, and him being on his knees. He's playing some sort of game.

“Okay,okay just get off my floor. I forgive you. I actually think it’s sweet you went through all this trouble just to spend time with me.” You says. 

Keigo gets off the floor and says,” I meant every word I said. I panicked I just wanted to have a reason to see you.” 

You smile and wraps your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Keigo gets red in the face, feeling your breasts pressed up against his chest. He hugs you back by wrapping his arms around your waist. You both took a moment in time to feel each others warmth. Keigo started to squeeze you tighter and you nuzzled your head in his neck. 

“You’re so warm.” Keigo mumbles. 

His big hands rubbed up and down your back. You were both exhausted and this moment of silence and stillness was something you both appreciated. 

“Is it inappropriate to just ask if we could cuddle and chat in my bed? I’m just really exhausted from the day and I just wanna lay down but I don’t want you to go.” You admit. 

“I’m okay with that. I’m tired too.” Keigo agrees. 

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your bed room where you spent the night getting to know each other and fell asleep in each others arms. 

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Please do not steal or alter my writings <3

A chapter I wrote for a fic I decided to never finish. what can ya dooooo.

Hope you liked it!

Headcanons fir aizawa , present mic and hawks with chaotic himbo bf. Like he has a heart of gold and means well but always seems to cause mayhem even if he doesn't mean to

(Thank you so much for the request, I’ve never written a himbo before but I hope you like it :)

-Shouta Aizawa

Someone save this man. But actually don’t. As someone who deals with raging and goofy teenagers (cough cough kaminari cough bakugou cough) he basically lives in chaos which is why so many people were shocked that he would willingly carry said chaos into his personal life. Y/N or H/N as many of the students know him is basically chaos wrapped up in a pretty package. Once, Aizawa had to leave work early because Y/n had gotten distracted while trying o cook the two of them dinner and accidently burnt his kitchen so bad that most of the counters and appliances had tol be replaced. “But Shoo I wanna do the cooking” Y/n whined as Aizawa shook his head “no, nope, not happening, you just sit there and look pretty” he smiled as Y/n became flustered but smiled “can you teach me how to make something next time?” the h/c man asked as the dark haired teacher smiled even wider “sure”. Let me just tell you, the amount of sexual tension could’ve steamed veggies during that cooking lesson.

-Hizashi Yamada

Honestly this man would just vibe with it, he brings you to work and teaches you how to run the sound booth for his radio show, let you help with his classes, and if you mess up? Oh well accidents happen. Accidently commit arson trying to bake? That’s fine. Lead a bunch of stray animals back home solely because they were cute? Guess you guys’ will need a bigger yard. In his eyes you can do almost no wrong, the only wrong someone as sweet as you can commit is using is precious hairgel. You could honestly commit murder and he would just brush it off regardless of the two of you being heros. Not to mention the way he absolutely melts when you come to him for help with simple household tasks that seem so difficult for one person. “Babe, have you seen my gel?” The bright haired man asked in a rush as his partner hummed combing the last of said gel through their own locks unknowingly. “Uh oh” The H/C man whispered knowing that he had messed up “Babe?” Hizashi’s voice came from much closer this time as his vibrant eyes locked onto the empt jar “Oops?”

-Keigo Takami

Not gonna lie this man is kind of a himbo himself sometimes so I feel like it would just be two himbos in a relationship trying not to accidentally kill someone with their shenanigans. Like Y/N could just be chillin' at home, trying to cook something nice when Hawks is at work and then, BAM Hawks accidentally flew into a window cause he thought the balcony was still open. Or, Keigo just trying to set up something romantic in the bathroom, and then the next thing he knows, Y/N’s favorite hairbrush is in the toilet. It’s honestly difficult for other people to see how they haven’t destroyed their apartment yet, but that’s because the two of them do manage to help each other out without absolute mayhem raining down upon them for no reason. “Hey Kei!” Y/N yelled running his hands through h/c hair “Yess? What’s up?” The winged hero popped his head into the bathroom to find his boyfriend frantically searching the bathroom drawers “Have you seen my favorite brush?” the question caused Keigo to sigh as he reached into the cabinet above the toilet “This one?” the blonde questioned with a smirk as he handed the object over “Thanks, babe!” The oblivious h/c hero smiled as Keigo quickly left the room. After a few minutes he hears Y/N huff  “Why does my brush smell weird?” and he never tells a single soul the reason the brush smells funny and simply replaces it with one identical to the first.

Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Title: Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: Your “boyfriend” is having a rough day and he doesn’t appreciate you being such a difficult partner. If you can’t behave, maybe he can’t behave, either. 

For request: a fic with Yandere hawks. Maybe he breaks/ ruins something extremely precious to his darling. Something that money just can’t buy.

Word Count: 1800ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped, abuse

The muffled sounds of Hawks returning to the apartment are all too familiar. Jingling of keys. Click, click, clicking of the locks. You know he’d love it if you greeted him at the door, like you used to do. Which is partially why you choose to remain in bed–though really, you’ve hardly left it since that morning, except to greedily drink water from the tap and use the restroom.

So it comes as no surprise when the door to your ‘shared’ bedroom opens and Keigo stands in the doorway, looking disapproving and sad and–you catch it, in the way his eyebrows furrow–slightly annoyed at the way you’re in practically the same position as when he left: curled up on the bed, holding onto a pillow like a shield in front of you.

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i don’t know if you’re still doing the yandere prompts but i’d love to see quote 35 with hawks!

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to. Warnings: predator/prey, kidnapping, mutilation, mild gore and blood, Stockholm, yandere Note: This is pretty dark, so mind the warnings.

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Your breath comes out in panting gasps as you run through the streets, away from the pro hero known as Hawks. You used to look up to him as the perfect example of what a pro hero should be, until he snatched you from the streets. You don’t even know how long he’s had you, but you know it must be a long time.

You can feel your sanity slipping more and more each day, the siren call of just giving up and letting Hawks do what he wants getting more and more powerful. You knew you had to do something drastic before you completely lost yourself.

So when you saw a small opening in his defenses, an unlocked window, you decided to take it. You climbed out the window, went down the fire escape, and started running. You haven’t looked back since, and you’ve seen no sign of Hawks. You desperately hope you have the time to get far away before he realizes you're gone.

But that hope is dashed as you hear the sound that causes your blood to run cold. The sound of wings, flapping overhead. You increase your speed, knowing that it’s futile, but too stubborn not to try. But something instantly collides against you from above, causing you to be thrown to the pavement.

You lift yourself up enough to glance behind you and see Hawks, looking at you with cold fury. The normally happy go lucky hero has let his true side peek out, the darkness showing in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird,” he coos at you as he begins to slowly walk towards you. “Flying out of your cage the second you saw the opportunity. I am disappointed in you.”

“Please Hawks,” you begin to try and reason with him before you’re abruptly cut off.

“You know what you’re supposed to call me, don’t you?” His tone turns dangerous, his expression calculating.

“Keigo, please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, a tear sliding down your face.

“I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to,” he sighs and shakes his head, his expression pained.

You start to try and crawl away, only to be grabbed by your ankle and forcibly dragged back to Hawks. He shoves you back down on the pavement as his hand goes behind him to grab something.

Your expression is confused as you see him pull out a feather, but you quickly realize what he intends to do as he rolls your pants leg up and presses the feather against your skin.

Before you have time to even make a noise of protest, he slices through the back of your right ankle. You scream as you hear a snap and white hot agony flares outwards from the area. Your Achilles tendon, your mind finally supplies, he cut your Achilles tendon.

The pain drifts away to a dull throbbing as Hawks holds your foot still, watching the blood drip down onto the pavement from a hideous looking wound, and you glance up to see him smiling at you. “I told you that you’re my sunshine,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your face. “I could have severed it all the way through, but I didn’t.”

His hand trails down your face to wrap gently around your neck, squeezing lightly before running his fingers over the soft skin there. “If I had severed it, you might never have recovered. And now, I get to take care of you for a while.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’ll let me, won’t you little bird?”

Maybe he really isn’t so bad, you think. This could have been so much worse. He could have crippled that leg for good, could have cut parts of you off like it was nothing. But he only did something that would heal eventually, and he’s going to take care of you too.

“Of course I’ll let you, Keigo.” You finally smile at him.

His face turns radiant, the smile making his eyes shine with happiness, and you find yourself glad that you put that look on his face.

“And you love me, don’t you little bird?” He pulls you in for a heated kiss, before drawing back just enough to look into your eyes as he waits for your answer.

“Of course I love you, Keigo,” you whisper quietly.

He stands up and gently picks you up, bridal carry style. “Then let’s get you home.”

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killing me softly.

Keigo Takami x F!Reader

7.3k words

summary: Just another evening of post-pregnancy bliss alongside your faithful and doting husband, Keigo. He’s been so considerate of your recovery… It may be a little soon, but he deserves a reward for being so patient, doesn’t he? Yes, yes he does.

warnings: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breeding, lactation, fantasies of suicide, overall scumbag keigo shenanigans

A/N: started this a month ago. my inspo skedaddled about halfway through. it never came back, but i was tired of feeling guilty about already having 4k words written so i finally decided to bite the bullet and just spend a few hours slapping the keyboard until the rest of this 7k monstrosity was born. not sure why i’m posting on here since i’m hardly active but :’) this is for all the homies who are constantly starving for nasty keigo content. i feel y'all. i AM y'all.

technically a continuation of this fic.

Sometimes, you thought about throwing yourself from your balcony. You’d never actually be able to, what with the layers upon layers of security ensuring you’d never so much as sniff the outside air without Keigo’s express permission and supervision. Still, a girl could dream.

Just the idea of that moment before the fall, the suspension of time and space that simultaneously felt ephemeral and like an eternity. The blistering onslaught of air forcing your eyes closed. Your hair whipping wildly behind you, like ribbons. The weightless feeling of your organs, and the butterflies filling the spaces in between them. And finally, the moment before your body collided with the unforgiving earth—then nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You yearned for it, more than anything you thought to be capable of yearning. It frightened you, because this is what he made—no, molded you into. A scared little thing, cowering and submitting always, because a happy Keigo was infinitely more preferable to an upset Keigo. He made you want to die. You, who used to be someone worthy of the title villain, worthy of the fear of others, and the respect of your peers.

So much for that.

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eram quod es, eris quod sum.

paring. siren!hawks x fem!reader

c/w. dark content, noncon, brainwashing, drugging, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, (1) mention of breeding, hawks is a conniving bastard, reader is a cranky know-it-all, some mentions of blood, a crumb of lore was stolen from supernatural

a/n. half of my reason for writing this was for @bibbidi-bobbidi-birb. you are so ridiculously talented at writing and characterizing this man; i drew a lot of inspiration from your seven deadly sins series, although i don’t write as eloquently as you do so i pray it doesn’t melt your eyeballs lmfao. the other half of this is dedicated to @hhawks owtw collab & to all of the amazing writers on this platform. hope y'all enjoy ♥

w/c. 21k

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“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

– H.P. Lovecraft

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