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emmyrosee · 6 months

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In the morning, Keigo stretches his body; and it’s ethereal.

The way the Sun peers in through the sheer curtains keeps you in a slight between sleep and cognitive function, eyes hazy and bleary as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed, grunting softly.

It’s warm, it’s so quiet. You blink a few times to watch him go about his morning, and it starts with his wings quickly splaying out, the full spanse of them taking up an underestimated amount of space in the room. They glimmer in the peering sunlight, and you smile softly as they slowly curl back towards him.

His fingers cross over each other before they pull his arms taught above his head, shifting them to the right, then the left, which pops louder than the other side due to more than a few injuries to his left side. His muscles shadow and dance in the light soaking in through the window. He whines softly as he then bends at the waist, wings fluffing back out as he stretches his knees, as if moving out of the way.

Clearly, he must notice you, as one of his pristine feathers immediately darts from the pack and over to you, and before you can reel your foot back in, the plumes swipe over it, making you giggle sleepily and yank it under the covers.

“You liking the show, creep?” he teases, chucking, the feather now shifting to gently nuzzle your cheek, as he does so often.

You nod, “you’re just so pretty, Keigo.”

“Im aware.”

“No, like, really pretty,” you assure, and he sighs before turning around to face you. His hair is stuck up in random places, his eyes sleepy and still heavy from the act of waking up. There’s lines from blankets that imprint his skin, and his feathers fluff out slightly to buff out the flattened areas.

He bends at the waist to be face to face with you, leaning slightly to plant a small kiss to your nose, and you mewl happily at the feeling.

He takes an inhale through his nose, “I’m not half as pretty as you are, babe.” He gently cups your cheek with a warm hand, “trust me. I watch you almost as much as you watch me.”

“Bull,” you tease. “I’m always watching you. You never even look at me.”

He frowns at you dramatically, and before you can assure him you’re teasing, more feathers dart from behind him to yank the blankets off of you, the chill of morning dew making you whine in agony. “Keigo!”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad, too, doll.”

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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warnings: mentions of rough sex, spanking, marking, spitting, cursing/vulgar language, fem!reader

credits: takami-takami

I feel like Keigo would do his best to be a respectful, courteous, and heroic boyfriend, always aspiring to treat you right with flowers and cuddles, always opening doors for you, and spoiling you with: “I insist, Baby! My treat!”

But deep down he’s insatiable, gluttonous, with sometimes has the worst post-nut clarity. He wants to treat you like the princess you are—while at the same time fucking you like a whore.

He’d take you out to the mall or maybe even a really nice restaurant. He’d pay for your food, hold your bags, and hold you down by your throat while simultaneously thrusting his cock into you relentlessly over-and-over. He’d say the most ruthless things like:

“Tell me who’s fucking this pussy. Tell me who your belong to.”

“You look so cute when you cry.”

“The only way you’re getting off is if you ride my thigh.”

“Look at you, taking it all like a good girl.”

He’d spit in your mouth, lick up your tears, spank your ass red, and mark you up so everyone knows you’re his.

All to give you the best aftercare afterwards, probably apologizing a little too much at times, and kissing over every scar and mark, face rivaling the crimson color of his wings. He’s such a sweet boy. <3

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twisted-lies · 3 months

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༊·˚ Hawks Stimboard :: Requested by 🎧🛼 Anon

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Cold Hearted Murderer - Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Pairing - Hawks (Keigo Takami) x f!reader

Warnings - MAJOR SPOILERS, blood, death, angst

Word Count - 591

Notes - i cant stand hawks, but he is pretty, so i had to write a fic in spite of that. and dont worry folks, i am planning on opening my inbox soon, i have two more requests and then we'll be ready to go!

have a great day/night and don't forget to stay hydrated!!! <3333

She froze. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She felt like she was going to puke. There was blood… everywhere. All over the floor. All over the wall. All over… him.

She watched it happen. She told him it was a bad idea. She didn't think he would actually do it. She thought he would only do it if he had become an actual threat. But he didn't do anything. Jin Bubaigawara didn't do anything. Nothing. He didn't hurt anyone. He didn't kill anyone. God, he didn't even threaten anyone. But he did it anyway.

Hawks killed Twice.

And she was there to see the whole thing.

It felt like the world was going in slow motion. She just watched the number two hero kill someone. With his own quirk.

She couldn't even react when Dabi appeared and burned Hawks’ wings off. She was still frozen. She didn't even notice the burns she got. A hero ended up getting her to safety, but it felt like nothing was going to pull her out of her shock.

“Hey,” somehow, she was pulled out of her own mind, feeling a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” She turned to see who it was and felt that awful feeling coming back.

Hawks was in front of her and he was… smiling. Who the hell did he think he was? It didn't even look like he felt bad. He was in pretty bad condition too. He was wrapped up and asked Tokoyami, his sidekick, to walk him over to her.

“You should lay down. You need rest.” Her voice was shaky. She was surprised she could even talk. “Thanks for your concern,” Hawks sat next to her on the edge of the open ambulance. “But I'll be fine. They’ll grow back. Hurts like hell though.” “Can you really blame Dabi though?” She slammed her hand to her mouth. She did not mean to say that out loud.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Hawks tilted his head and she could see a mix of his own blood and… Jin’s. “You killed his friend. I would be pretty pissed if the same thing happened to me.” “Well yeah, but Twice was a vi-” “No he wasn't.” Her tone became rough. She wasn't scared anymore. She was pissed now.

“You need to calm down, it's not that ba-” “Keigo, you can't kill people.” “But we can't leave villains alive! Jail doesn't do shit! They’ll just break out and-” “Name one evil thing Twice did.” “Wh-What?” “Go ahead. I want to hear it.”

She looked into his eyes. He was a cold hearted murderer. Even if he was doing it for a “good cause”, it still made her skin crawl.

“He was part of the league.” “So?” Hawks swallowed, looking down at his hands. “Look, I'm sorry, okay?” “I don't know why you’re apologizing to me.” “Because you're my girlfriend and I shouldn't have done that while you were right there.” “You shouldn't have done that at all. Hero or not. And to be honest, I don't know if I want to be your girlfriend anymore.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while. Hawks twiddled his fingers and her hands were shaking on her thighs. “I love you.” She turned to Hawks, who was almost in tears. She turned away from him, humming in response and looking at the sky. “Keigo. I'm going to go help some others out. We’ll talk about it later.” “Okay.” She got up and walked away, not looking back.

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that-green-simp · 9 months

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The First (Part Two)

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader (Non-specified)

Prompt: You couldn’t save a civilian for the first time, Hawks provides comfort.

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts/dissociation

Word Count: 856

You barely remembered the journey from the scene back to your apartment. The first time you actually felt awake was when the water of the shower had turned ice cold, knocking you out of your trance.

You couldn’t stop seeing it in your head on replay, but for a moment it had stopped. You turned off the water and moved out of the shower, wrapping yourself tightly in a warm towel in an attempt to comfort yourself while you dried off. The most you could do to get your mind off of it was following Hawks’ earlier instructions. You focused on drying yourself off before you eventually put on a layer of aromatherapy lotion, it helped ease your anxiety slightly. You pulled on a pair of jeans before tugging on a shirt. You were exhausted and you felt like shit. You were ready to collapse back onto your bed when you remembered why you went through all the trouble of showering and changing.

You let out a stressed sigh, grabbing your keys and shoving them in your pocket as you walked to the door and slipped your shoes on. You began to walk down the street and you immediately regretted not bringing your headphones. Your head reared with images of the scene. Maybe if I was a little faster… You know you’re supposed to make civilians your main priority. You knew you weren’t thinking straight and instead tried to focus on moving past the hoards of bustling people on their ways. You walked back to the agency, going inside and into the lounge just to collapse on the couch while you waited for Hawks. You figured if you let your eyes shut and try to sort through your thoughts, you would feel a little better. So, you succumbed to your urges, eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. You allowed your eyes to shut as your body relaxed against the couch.

You felt a small tickle against your nose. You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep. You let out a soft whine, brushing your face to find nothing there. You adjusted against the couch, eyes closed as you desperately clung to sleep. Hawks quirked an eyebrow before trying again, moving one of his feathers teasingly against your nose as he watched in amusement. You let out a soft groan, trying to brush the feather away as he moved it away again.

“Considering this is the fourth time I’ve tried in the last hour, I’d prefer if you got up.” He spoke.

You cracked your eyes open before looking at him. You furrowed your eyebrows, gaining sense of your surroundings again.

“There we go. Good morning.”

“It’s morning?” You questioned, half-dazed.

“No. I let you nap for a bit, figured you needed it. But if we want to get a drink, we have to go, the shop is going to close soon.”

You pouted before getting up nonetheless and making the journey with him to a quaint coffee shop. He opened the door for you, letting you move inside first before following behind you.

“What would you like to drink?” He questioned quietly, looking at you.

You turned to him and gave a short shrug.

“I’m fine with whatever… I’m just going to sit down.” You mumbled softly before moving to a small table in the back of the coffee house.

Hawks furrowed his eyebrows before giving a short shrug. He settled on getting you both hot chocolates. Once he paid and had the drinks, he moved to sit at the table with you. He set down your drink close to you as he sunk down into his seat, adjusting his wings so that they weren’t in the way.

“What do I owe you?” You asked quietly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

“Nothing, it’s my treat.” He said with a soft hum.

You glanced at him.

“I don’t deserve a treat.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you shrugged your shoulders slightly.

“Don’t talk like that. Everybody makes mistakes, it happens. But it wasn’t your fault, okay? You need to understand that.”

You had no energy except to offer a short shrug before you carefully took the hot chocolate and started to drink it. It was really good hot chocolate. The two of you sat together while finishing your drinks. His company helped soothe some of your intrusive thoughts. They were less effective than they had been earlier. After an hour, the two of you left back to the agency.

You were both sat down on the couch in the lounge, Hawks was going through the different movies on the streaming programs he had. You let him pick whatever he wanted as you sat quietly, a sinking feeling slowly creeping up.

“Hey.” Hawks said suddenly, squeezing your arm lightly. “Breathe, you’re okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’m here if you want to talk about it.”

You looked at him before shaking your head and instead resting it against his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows, accepting it before wrapping an arm and a wing around you.

“I picked something light.” He said with a soft hum.

#hawks x reader #Keigo takami x reader #bnha hawks #Keigo Takami bnha #bnha #bnha fanfic #one shot #hurt comfort #hurt #comfort

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4p0cryph4 · 2 years

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The raunchiest thing you’ll ever catch him doing

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shylesbiannerd · 1 year

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My Hawks plush 🥰

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bnhatrash-blog · 1 year

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#2 hero Hawks doubles as the best model around 😎🐥

#bnha #mha #pro hero hawks #mha hawks #hawks #hawks bnha #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami bnha #my hero academia #my hero art #boku no hero fanart #boku no hero academia #hawks fanart #keigo takami fanart #bnha fanart

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lilchibi-chan · 2 years

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part 1

part 2

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Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt 4 (part 1)

Hawks makes his way to the elevator of your apartment building and rides it down to the lobby. All the while, thinking about the ensuing war and what he can do to protect you.

This isn’t his first rodeo, but this time it’s different. He has someone he cares for, someone to protect. If Twice were to find out about you, that would crush him. He doesn’t want this to get any bigger than what it is.

It’s the next morning, 6 am to be exact. You hadn’t slept a wink. You make your way to the kitchen to heat up some water in your tea kettle. You take out a packet of tea from one of the cabinets and grab a mug to set your tea bag in.

You spent the whole night thinking. Thinking about Hawks. Thinking about when you’ll return to work. IF you wanted to go back to work at the diner.

You were still shaken up, as anyone would be in that situation, but you also knew you had to get back eventually.

You let out a heavy sigh.

Your tea kettle started going off with a loud whistle. You pour the boiling water into your mug, holding the small tab of your tea bag to prevent it from falling in. You let the tea steep a little before removing the tea bag to add milk and sugar.

You head over to your couch carefully holding your tea, as to not burn yourself with the hot liquid.

You place the tea on the coffee table and pick up the tv remote. You start to flick through the channels, despite knowing that the only thing really on at this time was the news and paid programming. You decide to look through Disney channel and Nickelodeon before finally deciding to watch spongebob.

You honestly just wanted it for the background noise, so you kept the volume low.

You return the tv remote to its spot on the table and pick up your mug. You gently blow and bring the mug to your lips.

You feel the warmth of the tea flowing throughout your whole body, as well as a sense of calm taking over.

You place your mug on the end table next to you, so that you didn’t have to keep sitting up for it every time you wanted some.

As time passed and the more tea you drank, you felt your eye lids getting heavier and heavier. Sleep finally taking over your body.

You decide to go to your bed, so you could sleep comfortably.

You lay down and instantly, the bed starts hugging every curve of your body and within an instant you drift off to sleep.

You start to dream even.

A soft breeze, started hitting your face. It felt like spring. You open your eyes to see a peach colored sky and flower petals falling from the trees.

The petals lightly floating in the breeze, caressing your hair and skin every so often.

You continue you to look up at the sky and it starts to turn a crimson red color. The clouds turn black. The flower petals that once caressed your face are no longer, as they turned into ash. Falling from the sky like black snow.

A hand comes around and grips your face to cover your mouth.

You start to hear a sinister laugh, followed by a menacing voice.

“He really thought I would never find you” the voice says, followed by another laugh

The hand moves from your mouth to the back of your head swiftly and you soon felt your head being pushed to the ground with excessive force, but before you could hit the ground, you wake up.

You look at your alarm clock and it’s 9 am. The shock of the dream still hitting you. A lump forming in your throat from the fear.

“What was that dream” you think to yourself

You decide to check your phone and notice you have a couple missed calls from Hawks, your boss and your best friend.

You decide to call your best friend first since you haven’t spoken to them since you both worked a shift together prior to the incident. They’re actually the reason you got a job at the diner in the first place. You’ve known each other forever and even made sure to get in the same college, even if you didn’t end up rooming together.

They started working at the diner before you did and put in a good word with the owner, who is also your boss, and you started work a couple days later.

“Hey girlyyy~” they say excitedly

“Hey,” you say, trying to match their energy

“How are you feeling?,” they start,“I’ve been trying to check on you, but I also didn’t want to corner you or your emotions if I called or texted too much”

You let out a small sigh/laugh.

“I’ve been holding up. Honestly, I’ve been kinda distracted to really stop and think about it,” you say, your voice coming out happier at the thought of your very handsome distraction

“Oh?” they say interested,“details please”

You giggle

“His name is Hawks and he’s actually one of our regulars”

“Which one?”

“He has blonde hair, these really beautiful, amber colored eyes and always wears like REALLY nice suits. Like nicer than all the other men that come into the diner.”

“OHHH,” they say realizing who you’re talking about,“oh he’s fuckin hot”

This causes you to laugh

“Hm really? I haven’t noticed,” you say

“Oh you so totally have,” they say teasing you

You laugh

“I was just joking,” you say smiling,“I have definitely noticed, but he’s also very mysterious and kind. He’s actually the one who helped me that night. If he wasn’t there I-”

“Hey, you don’t have to think about that. All that matters is yourself now and the scumbag can’t lay a hand on you again”

“You don’t know that though. If I go back, how do we know he won’t try anything?”

It was quiet for a second

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking”

“I-it’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping at you. You were just trying to be positive and-”

“Dude, you literally have every right to snap at me. You went through something traumatic. Something I can’t even begin to understand how it feels, no matter how hard I try. I shouldn’t have said what I said, so thank you for holding me accountable,” they say reassuring you

Again it’s quiet. You try to fight the tears from forming, but you feel your eyes start to fill up.

“…I was so scared. I thought he was gonna-”

“I’m coming over,” they say as soon as they hear you crying,“should be to you in about 5 minutes. see you soon.”

You try and pull yourself together before your best friend arrives, but the tears continue to fall. You haven’t cried until now and it just feels like everything is hitting you all at once. Like a dam that held in too much and finally cracked.

Your best friend makes it to your door in exactly five minutes and rushes inside, surprising you a bit.

Seeing the tears streaming down your face, they immediately pull you into a hug and rub your back.

“Let it out babes”

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Once you get your bearings, your best friend makes you a cup of tea to help calm your nerves.

“Careful, it’s hot,” they say handing you the mug

You give a small smile, as a way to say thank you.

They join you again on the sofa, adjusting the blanket you have over your legs and put their legs under as well.

“Ya know, that’s the first time I’ve cried since the attack happened,” you say

“Sometimes when people go through something traumatic, their emotions can shut down. You probably held it in for so long that you finally just broke,” they start

“Y/n, you went through something so incredibly horrible and I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re feeling, but I am always here you and it is okay to cry and be angry and feel hurt. Whenever you need to cry or feel like you want to hit something, just do it,” they end, never breaking eye contact with you

“I’ve spent this whole time..basically distracting myself. Telling myself ‘no, this won’t break me’ and now here I am,” you say, a small laugh/scoff escaping your mouth,“I can’t let him take my power away from me. I refuse.”

“And he won’t. Y/n, you are not broken because of this. You have always been resilient, no matter what you’ve had to face and I know that you can will get past this. It’s gonna take time and a lot of healing, but you will come out on the other side.”

You lay across to the other side of the couch, hugging your best friend’s waist. They hug you back and rub your shoulder.

Tears slowly leave your eyes, until you let sleep take over.

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When you wake up, it’s 4 pm. You basically missed the whole day, but that was the last thing on your mind.

You realize your best friend’s legs were no longer under your head, so you sit up to look around for any sign of them still being in your apartment.

You see a note on your end table.

went out to get food to make dinner ♥️

You hear knocks at your door and decide to check your best friends location. You see they’re still at the grocery store and have been for the past few minutes.

“who could that be” you think to yourself

You look through the peep hole and see Hawks standing there.

“H-Hawks, w-what’re you doing here,” you ask slightly in shock, but happy for the most part

“Well, I called and you didn’t answer, so I got worried. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he speaks honestly

“Yeah, I’m okay…physically. It’s been…kind of a rough day,” you say, not making eye contact with him

You feel his arms wrap around you and he starts to rub your back.

He walks you back into the apartment, so that you weren’t left standing in the hallway and closes the door behind the both of you.

When you pull away from the hug, you look up at him and he kisses your forehead.

Art by cherryviii

Thank you so much for reading !! I’m splitting this in two parts because I have held it hostage for long enough 😂

Working on part two neow!!!

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ryuupark · 1 year

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here’s a list of current ideas i am writing for fics lol

very much in my my hero academia phase so these are all mha

to get to you | keigo takami |

save me | eijiro kirishima |

what a cruel world we were born into | dabi \ toya todoroki |

control | denki kamanari |

someone who loves you wouldn’t do this | shoto todoroki |

in her memory | mezo shoji |

it was 4:22am and you were annoyingly there | katsuki bakugo |

come back | izuku midoriya |

when the sky falls | mezo shoji | (prequel to ‘in her memory)

if you want to know about any of these stories or have any questions just send me an ask!

you can request a snippet from one of these or request the release because i have no order to post them lol

i am trying to write more about side characters rather than the most popular ones lol

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime #manga #fan fiction #fanfics #bnha #bnha hawks #keigo takami bnha #kirishima eijirou #dabi bnha #denki kaminari #mezo shoji #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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AHHH OKAY I’M SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT HAWKS FOR A SECOND (this one got long I’m so sorry 😭) [also idk if you’ve seen anything of season 6 yet but his ARMS???]

anyway-

I’ve just been. Having SO many thoughts about him okay? so many. The one at the front of my mind right now is him and his wings tho.

His wings. I love. And I love even more the fact that he’d definitely use them to bug you. And give you affection. And be so annoying with them. Cause he’s a little shit. But you love it and he knows.

Everyday you’ll randomly have a feather fly to you and stick with you, providing he’s not in another country. How he’d use it? If he’s feeling playful (most of the time bc have you met him) he’d run it over your skin and neck and collarbones to make you laugh a bit and then hide it in your sleeve so no one could see it and end up embarrassing you. He’d also tap you on the shoulder with it and then hide from you to annoy you.

(…back on my playfighting as the 6th love language agenda but… using his feathers during a play fight when you guys are both home. Such a cute thought!!!)

If he’s feeling romantic, he’d run it over your face all slow and gentle like he’d caress your cheek to let you know he’s missing you a lot. OR he’d wrap it around one of your fingers like a ring to let you know he’s there with you even if he’s not PHYSICALLY there.

Out with your friends? He’s flying the feather all around you to tease you and mess up your outfit a bit. Your friends laugh but they don’t miss how happy you are when you finally get hold of it and mindlessly play with it throughout the day.

If you’re particularly sad when he has to leave for a mission, you usually ask for a feather to carry with you and he’s more than happy to provide.

wrapping his wings around you after you’ve had a long day and just want to hide away. HE LOVES YOU AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.

…this got so long I’m SO sorry I just had too much to write about. I love love love him and I hope you enjoyed this one!!

anon <3

DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST ON A BIKE-

God I’m… I’m so wHIPPED GOD.

As much love and warmth as his wings give you, make you feel so safe and just so secure, they’re also the baNE of your existence. Sure, it’s nice when you’re snuggling, and they close around you, and it’s amazing how beautiful they glimmer in the sunlight. They’re warm, provide you with a feeling of physical and emotional safety, you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

He knows the hold his feathers have on you, that you do adore them and the look of them, so yeah, he’ll sacrifice a few to adorn your fingers, add some oomf to whatever you’re wearing, but more than anything, he loves using said feathers against you.

What sucks, is when he goes into work, and he sends one of his feathers up to wake you if you don’t answer his texts, the plumes tickling up your foot that pokes from the covers until you finally wake up.

SENT you’re such an asshole, let me sleep

Keigo 💍 no can do, baby

I know you need your beauty sleep, but I missed you :)

SENT NEED? EXCUSE YOU?

In play fighting- which is a love language okay I don’t make the rules- when he’s got you pinned under his massive frame, he keeps his golden eyes on your writhing, giggly figure, feather flitting over your body and cheeks and all over. Your shoves at his shoulders do nothing to move him, and he’s so entranced by the sight he barely recognizes the tapping of his wrist to tell him you’re really done, coupled with the giggly whines of surrender.

“You’re such a cheater,” you snicker once he finally stops, the wings that were just torturing you now curled around you in a protective manner. “You have whole ass other weapons, why have we not banned quirks in our fights yet?”

“‘Cause you liiiiiiike it,” he teases, nipping at your neck to make you squeal.

“Shut up.”

HES JUST. GAH-

AND YOURE SO RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU DO LOVE THEM AND HE KNOWS IT, AND HE GETS SCOLDED FOR MISSING ALL OF HIS FEATHERS CONSTANTLY BECAUSE HE LEAVES THEM WITH YOU, AND You’re just like. So sad when he does leave and he has to break it to you that he does need them for this one time, and when your lip starts to wobble and eyes water, he just gnaws at his lip and lets one on each wing go because he’s fuckin’ hawks, he doesn’t need all his feathers what do they think this is?

And the feathers are juuuuust enough to comfort you while he’s gone.

That same feeling of the plumes over your feet in the morning. The way he rubs your cheek mimicked by the softness. The poke on one shoulder to dart away playfully and keeping you from boredom. Ruffling your hair when you go out and hiding away when you try to chase it. The feeling of it draping over your waist to copy his arm over your waist. Wiping your tears when you’re on the phone with him.

“I miss you,” you choke, and before you can reach up to wipe your swelling eyes, his feather does it for you with the softest touch, and you chuckle and nuzzle into the softness. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he hums. “Just don’t blow your nose into it.”

Keigo knows how to take care of you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t trust him with, he knows you and what you need like the back of his hand, and his feathers sometimes are just the best methods to show you that. Even if he’s not physically there, he’s always got something looking out for you.

But even you can’t deny how much you love when he comes home, immediately catching you in his arms when you run into them, his wings enclosing you both in a private manner.

“You’re here,” you whimper, kissing all over his face.

“I am, baby.” He fluffs his feathers out for warmth and for that familiar safe feeling as he uses his muscle memory to get through the house, not daring to think about letting you go or down.

He just loves to keep you happy. At the end of the day, that’s what it comes down to. if he has his choice, it’ll be him doing it, but on the not-so rare occasion he won’t be there to, his feathers provide just enough of his presence to keep you going and swooning.

Okay- Maybe you could live without them flying down your shirt in search of sensitive areas.

But that’s all part of the package.

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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would a kiss be too much to ask?

KeigoxFem!Reader

synopsis: Keigo’s been planning on finally telling you how he feels, stupidly, he spontaneously decides to show you instead.

warnings: uses of drugs/alcohol, masturbation, drunken confessions, angst, cliffhanger, shorter chapter

song title inspo: Too Much to Ask by Arctic Monkeys

(pt. I) (pt. III)

“He seemed way too infatuated, plus, he wasn’t really my type.” You drone on, keeping your eyes trained onto the mug in your hands, the one he had made with you about a year ago. He watches as your fingers idally trace the colorful patterns edged into the clay. He can tell you’re disappointed and yet he feels guilty, happy it didn’t work out.

He can’t seem to ignore the rising ugliness of jealousy bubbling up inside him. All he can do is clench his jaw and hope you don’t notice. But you can’t, because you keep your eyes downcasted and away from him. He wants to shake you by your shoulders and shout in your face that: “He’s right here! He’s always been here.”

He listens to you complain about failed talking stages, dates that never seem to make it past the 2nd week mark, the people you seek out only to eventually be let down. He keeps thinking about how he could treat you so much better, better than those idiots who don’t know how to please you like he can. He takes you out, he pays for things you like even when you insist he shouldn’t, he showers you with compliments, hugs, affection, whatever you ask for! He does things for you without asking, stopping at little stores to buy you little gifts, tokens to signify your friendship. Yet still, why do you feel so out of reach, centimeters away from the tips of his fingers yet too far to grasp; you slip away just before he reaches you.

Is it because of his job? He’s aware dating a hero doesn’t compare to dating someone who isn’t, the risks of it all threatens even him to reconsider pursuing you. He also isn’t oblivious to how the media often likes to portray him. He doesn’t consider himself to be the uncommitted playboy the tabloids paint him as. Still, he understands why you might be hesitant to consider him as a partner. Even though you know he isn’t like that—there has to be another reason.

He ponders for a moment, questioning if you even see him that way at all. Although as soon as the thought comes it leaves just as quickly. No, he decides, that can’t be it either. He’s not stupid: he knows your relationship hasn’t exactly always been completely platonic. He wouldn’t do the things he does with you with anyone else, even if he had another best friend. He sees the way you sometimes look at him, your eyes tell him the truth.

He’s a good-looking guy, he knows. He takes pride in his appearance, taking time out of his day to stay clean and pretty. He knows the effect he often has on others: he’s a heartthrob. So how come it’s taking him this long to tie you down and make you his? He’s probably overthinking it, he’s considered that possibility for a long time. Yet, the mere thought of tossing everything he’s built with you down the drain isn’t far off from the idea of plucking each feather from his back, one-by-one.

The image of your face twisting into distress or pity, quietly telling him you don’t see him that way, that he’s just a friend and never anything more. Even worse if you just see him as some kind of brotherly figure, solidifying the concept of your relationship to never progress into anything more.

He knows that’s just how life is, people and relationships come and go but you, you’re different. You and your pretty face will forever haunt his dreams or appear every time he closes his eyes. He will always yearn for your touch, your voice, and your smell. And even though his throat tightens at the idea of losing you, his restraint is hanging on by a thread.

Because now, he’s home alone, fisting his cock as he mutters your name into the hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth. His pants hung low on his hips, unruly and unshaved pubes tickling his knuckles every time his fingers stroke his base.

He lets his thoughts roam from the memory of you, to imagining himself fucking you the way he’s been desperately craving. He’d hold you by your hips, pulling you backwards to meet his unforgiving thrusts as you beg for more. He’d whisper filthy nothings into your ear, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you harder.

He’d ask you to beg for him before he’s filling your pretty little pussy with his seed. The image of your cunt dripping with white has him coming with a shout, he lets his shirt fall as he tosses his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as thick cum spills down his hand and spurts onto his stomach.

Slowly pumping his cock as he rides out his high, he’s murmuring your name over and over. He lets the shame wash over him, completely used to it by now but he’s done promising himself it would be the last time. His fingers itch to call you, drunk on the thought of your voice lulling him to sleep. Yet he refrains—he needs time to cool off anyway.

You’re both drunk, him more than you it seems. You decided tonight you’d rather get high instead, but the taste of alcohol was too sweet to pass up. He wanted to tell you mixing was a mistake—“Oh, let me live a little.” The memory of your grumbled bickering caused him to smile. Your droopy eyes and your puffed cheeks, pouty lips and twitching nose, he could never seem to say no to you.

You were leaning against your kitchen counter, laughing at your phone and eating away at a bag of chips. In his defense, he wasn’t exactly sure what came over him at that moment. There was only one thought echoing in his mind: He needed you to know.

Willing himself to stand, he makes his way over to you, not even hesitating to grasp the phone out from your fingers and onto the counter behind you.

“Hey!” You protest, seemingly irritated with his rude gesture. “What gives?”

Leaning into you, his arms snaking their way around your waist as his lips twitch against the shell of your ear: “You’re not paying attention to me.” He murmurs with a flirtatious grin before nosing your cheek with a happy sigh.

“Well you could’ve just said so…” You grumble, your hands reaching to scratch at his scalp, waiting for his hum of approval.

“You’re so pretty…” He’s backing away now to stare into you, face drawn serious yet pleading. His eyes are darting back-and-forth between your own, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You’re smiling, but your eyebrows are pinched together in confusion. You let out a chuckle: “You’re so drunk.” You opt to say, causing him to frown.

“But you’re still beautiful.” He’s holding you in a way a lover would, hands gently resting on your waist, thumbs massaging back-and-forth into your supple skin.

“Thank you Keigo,” you whispered after a moment. “you’re beautiful too.”

“Yeah?” His teeth glimmer against the faint blue light of the T.V. as his lips stretch into a smile. He’s adoring you affectionately, eyes only speaking in tongues of love as his nose crinkles and his dimples portrued. He knows he’s beautiful, but hearing you say it so matter-of-factly has him higher than any drug.

“Can I kiss you?” The question leaves his lips before he catches it, mouth already parted to carry out the action as his eyes flicker to yours.

“What?” You ask in a quiet, hushed voice, as if you didn’t really believe you had heard him correctly. He doesn’t repeat it though; he knows you heard him.

“Please?” He begs instead, he’d promise you just one but it would be a lie. He’s leaning into you now, face centimeters from yours, eyes meeting yours again for any sign of approval. You wait, the noise echoing from the T.V. combined with your shared breaths being the only sound to escape.

“I–“ You begin but fail to finish as he watches your attention divert to his mouth. He knows now that you’re considering it, but he needs to hear you say it.

“Yes?” He wasn’t sure if he was asking you to continue or your permission. Yet the hilt to his voice creates goosebumps to litter your skin as you shiver against him. Just as he thinks you’re going to allow him, your hand comes to push him away by his chest, turning your cheek and you stare at something other than him.

“You’re drunk.” You assert with less warmth, ears red and lip caught between your teeth.

“So?” Almost angry, he’s pinching you by your chin to face him again, he fights back the urge to force your lips against his.

“Stop. Let’s just go to sleep.” You coax his hand away from your face as you push past him, leaving him stunned and at a loss for words. Still, he follows you blindly and into your room like a lovesick puppy.

He calls your name as you leave him standing alone amongst your things to go wash up. You stay silent. Whatever.

He’s peeling away his shirt before slumping against your duvet, letting out a much needed drone of remorse. He’s beginning to regret his actions but at the same time, relieved he got to see you so flustered because of him. He knows now you at least wanted to kiss him.

You reenter the room demanding him to wash up because: “your breath reeks.” He wonders if that’s why you rejected him. He pulls himself up to do as he’s told, stalling as he watches you climb into bed.

Once he’s finished and has you wrapped around him, he’s shoving his face into your breasts and forcing your hand to pet at his hair.

“Will you kiss me when I’m sober?” He wonders aloud, half to himself. You sigh, your hand pausing in its menstruations. “You won’t even remember…”

“Yes I will.” He wants to continue arguing, but his eyes are falling in weight as his breath heaves for a long yawn.

“Just go to sleep.” You refuse him your usual nicknames, your voice holding a slight quiver as you wait for him to sleep. After a moment he feels you pull away from him and roll over with your back turned to him. He attempts to spoon your body but you simply stand up and exit the bedroom, sniffles following you.

He attempts to call after you but sleep seems to overtake him instead. And just as quick as it comes, it’s over, a bright blue sky greeting him instead of your face. Hungover and groggy, he sits up wondering where you were and what time it was. Pulling the sheets off of him, he rubs his palms into his eyes.

Creeping out of your room and into your living space, time slows as fear pools into his stomach at the sight of your body splain across the couch, memories of the previous night flood his brain. He went too far, he realizes as he stares at your dried tears and chewed lips. He’s going to lose you.

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