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𝓓𝓪𝔂 25 - Good Morning, Kitten || Shota Aizawa x f!reader
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Summary: There's always a way to make sleepy mornig better.
Warnings: smut
Word count: 495
Author: Cass
A/N: The prompt for today is: Morning Sex
You filled the cup with coffee while yawning loudly.
Mornings were the worst, especially on a school day and following a difficult night patrol.
You dreaded getting out of bed so early, but you had to keep an eye on your sleep-deprived husband to get him to leave the bed.
But he was finally there. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he sighed exhaustively as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Here you are, kitten. I was concerned that you had abandoned me."
You smirked and moved your hand back to scratch the top of his head gently.
Shota purred quietly and hugged you even more tightly. As a result, you could feel his hard member pressing against your groin. This explained a lot, because you suspected him of leaving bed on his own.
"All right, all right," you made a remark and rolled your hips against him, eliciting a soft growl from him. "Perhaps someone needs his kitten?"
He cradled you in his arms and kissed you on the cheek. Kiss was slow and lazy, but it took your breath away easily.
Before you could say anything, Shota had picked you up and placed you on the nearest kitchen counter.
He stood between your legs only to kiss you again as he removed your shorts. His hand quickly moved to your pussy.
Shota smiled as you pulled away with a loud gasp, his finger playing with your clit. "Take a look at yourself, kitten. I only just touched you, and you're already wet. I'm curious what got you going in this direction."
You smacked his arm with a growl before letting out a quiet meow at his touch.
He teased you for a moment longer before moving his hand away to push his pants down, hissing and releasing his already hard cock. "My lovely kitten," he hummed, running his tip across your pussy lips before pushing into you and bottoming out.
You only uttered a quiet curse and drew him in for a deep kiss.
Shota's hips moved slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace, causing you to moan his name against his lips. "Fuck, Shota," you whimpered, slipping your hand into his tangled locks and gently pulling on them.
This caused him to growl loudly. He fucked you gently, allowing you to feel every move. Your lower belly tightened as you felt his member fill you up so nicely.
You weren't going to be long.
The same was true for him, especially since your soft, warm walls hugged him nicely and sucked his cock further in. Shota's moves became sloppy after a few more deep thrusts, and your walls tightened around him, milking him dry. Shota groaned against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as tightly as he could. He muttered, "Good morning, kitten," before kissing your temple.
You couldn't help but laugh as you played with his hair. "Good morning to you as well, grumpy."
Plots that I consider interesting to make chisaki fanfictions
• chisaki vampire
• chisaki monster
• chisaki sorcerer
• chisaki demon
• chisaki x hero reader, forbidden love
And here it is…
Izuku promised he’d come back to visit Rody Soul. Wanna know how that went?
pairing: bakugou x gn!reader
synopsis: bakugou cuddling hcs!
warnings:none
type: headcanon
a/n: more cuddling hcs cus lack of mha on my page lol
He will never and I mean never ask for cuddles. You have to ask every single time. No matter how upset or down he is.
As big as a tsundere he is, he will cuddle you all night. Midnight snack? Never heard of it.
Big spoon 24/7 unless he's really feeling down.
When he is small spoon, he likes it when you play with his hair. It calms him down and makes him forget what made him mad in the first place.
Loves hearing you talk as it helps him fall asleep.
Will wrap you up so tightly in his arms you won't need a blanket.
He's super warm already and his quirk makes it even warmer.
He just feels like he can be himself around you and let all the walls down.
Usually he doesn't fall asleep until your sleeping. Doesn't matter how long it takes, but after a while he may fall asleep as we all know this boy falls asleep the same time every night.
He feels as if he has to protect you in that sorta weird way.
All in all. A stubborn little tsundere.
King Bakugo X Mer Reader
Fantasy AU
“Come on, Bakugo. It’s just one stop,” cried a red headed dragon. His companion rolled his eyes.
“Absolutely not, Scales. You already dragged me out here because you were bored. There’s no way in hell you’re getting me near that water.”
“But-,”
“No buts,” cried the blonde king. He was already dragged out here against his will. There was no way he would go in that water.
Bakugo heard Kirishima happily splashing in the water and rolled his eyes. That idiot, he thought, sitting beside the small body of water.
He debated leaving his red tailed friend there, but decided to take a nap instead.
The distance sound of frantic sloshing woke the King out of his slumber. “The hell are you doing, Scales?” He asked as Kirishima rushed out of the water.
“Something grabbed me,” he panted. “I’m not sure what it was but something is in that water.”
“You’re just saying that to get me in the water. Nothings in that damn water,” Bakugo retorted, looking into the depths of the lake. Nothing was in the water. Nothing living at least. “You must have touched the seaweed.”
For Kirishima to be a dragon, he was scared easily. You would think he’s one of the strongest, fearsome beings, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong.
The scales creature held up his tail. “Look I have the marks to prove it. There’s no way the could have been seaweed man. I swear.”
Bakugo inspected his friends tail with a grunt. There were in fact scratch marks on Kirishima’s tail. His attention turned back to the water.
He remembered the tales from his mother of creatures that live in the sea. The only one that matched this description was a mermaid. The lack of fish was enough proof for him.
Mermaids were the most deadly of them all. “Kirishima hand me and arrow.” Bakugo wouldn’t be able to shoot the creature under water, he would have to do it up close.
He took his time positioning the arrow over the water and pulled a piece of dried meat out of his pocket. “Hey, what are you do—“ the red companion was shushed away by his master.
Bakugo took his time placing the meat in the water, careful so the mermaid wouldn’t feel the vibrations of the water. He could feel Kirishima’s watchful eyes staring him down. He sat there for what felt like forever, waiting for any sigh of movement. And then…
A webbed hand was all he saw. He watched as those fingers reached for the meat in his hand. He held the arrow steady, waiting for the perfect moment.
When you face came into view he knew it was time to kill… but he couldn’t. Move damnit. Move. His body didn’t follow his orders.
You reached you fingers onto the land, using the grassy surface to lift yourself half way out of the water. Kirishima took a defensive stance around his King who couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
You held the piece of meat up to his face, “What is this?” He didn’t answer. You realized he couldn’t understand you.
Desperate to communicate you reached up, cupping his face. You knew how intimate this action was for those on the surface, but what else could you do. Quickly, you pressed you lips to his.
Bakugo flinched at the sudden contact. This was not what he expected to happen today at all.
When you pulled away you asked him again. “What is this?”
He opened his mouth than closed it again, unable to find the words.
“It’s meat. Dried meat, if you want to be specific.” You tilted you’re head at the red creature. He kind of looked like you especially with the scales covering his body. You watched him take a piece of meat, similar to the one you had, out of his pocket. He placed it in his mouth and began to chew. You copied his actions, eyes widening in wonder of the new food.
You looked to the King in front of you an smiled, diving back into the water. Bakugo still couldn’t move from his place by the water. Were all the myths a lie?
You came back shortly, a clump of seaweed in your hand. Kirishima stood closer to you and laughed, “I don’t think we can eat that.”
“Why not? You shared some of your food with me so now I get to share with you.” You held out the green strands to him and he shook his head.
“I think that might make me sick. Especially since it came straight from the water.”
You frowned at his words. “Then what else could I give you as a trade?” You asked aloud. Immediately you dove back into to the water, having the perfect gift in mind.
Kirishima bumped Bakugo’s shoulder. “You alright man? You haven’t moved since she showed up.”
Bakugo stirred, his hand rushing to his lips. “Why the hell did she kiss me?”
His red companion grinned widely, ready to tease the young King. “Maybe she likes you.”
“Bullshit.”
“That’s what you think but who knows.”
Bakugo’s face tinted red and he prepared to bark a retort at his friend, but you arrived once again. This time you held a shell in your hands.
The light reflected off the shell as you placed it in Bakugo’s hands. “Come back again and I’ll have something to trade with you. Use this shell to let me know you are here.” You demonstrated how to use the shell by putting your mouth to it and blowing. the sound echoed across the land causing the birds to scatter.
Bakugo nodded, taking the shell from you and watching you go below the surface again. “Look at my King catching the attention of a mermaid.” Kirishima teased. Those word resulted in the red beast being chased by his master all the way home.
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Still's from SapphireGamgee's MHA fanfic "Cause & Effect"!
I came up with the idea while I was watching some old videos of me pranking my friends, and Shinso's the perfect character for this because he is so me and he is my favorite character and he is so me and
If u have pranks ideas gimme gimme
Need help finding a mha smut fic
All I remember is Shinso and aizawa are in seperate showers and mic joins aizawa in his and has sex with him while shinso listens. I can’t remember if it was con/non con or any other details
Denki Kaminari × Reader "Rough night"
I've suffered with night terrors for a long while so I hope this is something that can help you if it applies<3
It was a rather gloomy night in the UA dorms, training had seemed extra hard and your body felt weak. Taking a long shower swaring up and down to your boyfriend you wouldn't pass out, luckily you didn't, in fact you felt a lot better. Still shitty just a little less so now that you feel clean. Despite how Denki acted around his classmates he was a pretty caring person, still extremely hyper but caring nonetheless.
You made it a point not to tell Denki about your rather frequent nightmares but on night when it was particularly bad you'd go over to his dorm and play videogames and cuddle playing it off as insomnia, which was technically true. Leaving out the fact the reason you were scared to sleep or flat out couldn't was because of your mind.
This night in particular it was extra hard to get to sleep, but you knew Denki would already be asleep. You tried to push through eventually falling asleep, only to be awaken clenching your chest and hyperventilating. You pick up your phone clicking on your boyfriends contact, it rang and rang and just as you were about to hang up you hear static before Denki answer "Sparks?? What's up.. it's like 4am" he says still groggy, you can practically hear his eyes being heald open "Can I come over, I can't sleep" you say attempting too hide the panic instilled into your voice. There is a few seconds of silence before you hear him shifting around. "You know, if something is actually bothering you you can talk to me Sparks" he says pausing for a moment before taking a deep breath "I know you well enough to know this isn't just insomnia. I can hear the shakiness in your voice"
You can now hear him moving around seemingly walking around his room perhaps? Thinking of an excuse in your head you hear a knock at the door. "Denki Kaminari you better not be outside my door" You say pulling your body out of bed and opening the door. "Damn you managed to make looking sad and tired so fucking cute" he says grabbing your hand and pulling you to your bed makinig you lay down. As you move around getting comfortable you feel Denki wrap his hands around your waist.
"I'm not gonna make you talk but you are going to get a good night's rest" he says pulling you further into him. After about 30 minutes of cuddling and mindless talking Denki fell asleep, as did you not long after. However peace only lasts so long in the void that is your mind.
The dream that has decided to burden your sleep was that of your boyfriend, tied up and being tortured by some villain. Despite your best efforts you were nothing but a shadow whose streams could not be heard.
"Denki!" You gasp sitting up holding your chest and looking around. You feel a hand on yours, "Sparks..it's late why are you-" you stops mid sentence getting a better look at you. He sees the worried look that seems to be covering your otherwise cheerful smiles "Hey, it's okay your okay" he says rubbing his hands up and down your back. You lean back against your bed placing your head on Denki's shoulder you can feel the tears on your face as you cling to your boyfriend feeling his hands wipe your tears away. "Is this what you were hiding from me? Sparks, nightmares are nothing to be ashamed of. "
You told Denki more about the nightmares later that day and he helped you find ways to cope and rationalize your dreams making sleepless nights less common. With the occasional one here and there Denki was there to talk you out your fears, be it on the phone or a late night cuddle session.
The boy may be a huge flirt but he knows how to make it count. Finding ways to pull you from your darkness and into the light of his corny pick up lines.
Request are open!
This one was kinda messy I've been off and on writing it all day, exams are killing me
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Always have a place"
TW: mentions of physical/verbal abuse
I have issue, it's okay though writing make me feel better Abt them.
Yelling it was always a non-stop screaming match in your house, your quirk allows you to absorb sound and turn it into physical energy, unfortunately for your fathers quirk was much stronger than yours and fobadde you to use it outside of school. Your house was hell between your mom and dad fighting all the time and occasionally dragging you into it it felt like internal flames.
One night got particularly bad when your dad started yelling, you stepped in to remove your mom from the situation when he raised a fist to hit her as you jumped in the way. He proceeded to derect all anger at you now. Your mom ran taking the keys urging you to leave but you refused to give him even a second to potentially hurt her. She left leaving you a bleeding bruised mess as your dad walked out the door. You couldn't stand it anymore. Through the rumbing of thunder outside you patched yourself up grabbing a duffle bag with clothes. You didn't know where you'd go, but you knew you didn't want to be home when he got back.
Walking in through the rain phone in hand you dialed Katsuki's number.
"the hell? Why are you calling me it's 3am on a school night?" He said in the usual gruff tone the sleep still in his voice.
"Katsu, can i-" you were cut off by Katsuki's voice louder than before "Are you outside?! What the hell, is pouring get inside before you get sick." He said even though he sounded more aggressive you could tell he was genuinely worried.
"Katsuki please just listen to me, i- " you paused feeling a wave of hesitation "I need a place to stay tonight.. please" silence. You heard slight movement from his end. "The doors unlocked my parents are sleeping but I'll tell them while you get here. Hurry up I can't have a hypothermic partner." He said hanging up the phone.
You put the phone in your pocket walking the remaining distance to his home. You knocked on the door being greeted by Mrs. Bakugou.
She was like a second mom to you so the look on her face when she was you bruised eye and cut lip/face was beyond frightening. She helped you in placing your bag on the floor calling Katsuki to start a bath for you. "Go up and take a bath dearie, I'll leave some soup upstairs in Katsuki's room for you." She spoke in a rather soft voice.
You went up towards the bathroom seeing Katsuki still warming the water. "What the fuck. I'm gonna kill that bastard." He spoke pulling you into a hug. "Don't it's - it's my fault I got in the way it's just - he was going to hurt her and i- " your voice was braking with tears and finally giving out with a sob. You shoved your face into his chest
"It's okay dummy.. you're here and safe now. I'll take care of everything okay?" He said his voice softening. "Get in the bath I'll throw a towel in the dryer for you" he said placing a kiss on your lips.
You faced away from the door using Katsuki's soap to wash up. When katsuki returns he sees a bad bruise on your side as you wince in pain trying to wash your hair. "Give me the soap" he said his hand outwards. "Kats-" you said trying to cover yourself with your hands. "Nothing I haven't seen before, just lean back and let me do this for you." You felt your face get warm at his beginning remark but let him nonetheless. Afterwards he leaves to let you get changed.
When you entered the room there was a bowl of soup next to the bed and Katsuki was putting away laundry, you walked behind him wrapping your arms around him placing your weight onto him out of exhaustion.
"Hey, you okay now?" He asked shifting so you were in front of him. "Mhm just cold" you said and he placed his hand on your head "your probably gonna be sick. You should've called me I could've gone and got you dumbass" he says but there's no anger anywhere in his voice just worry. He picked you up bridal style placing you on the bed laying next to you. "Mom's okay with you sleeping in here but if you want the bed to yourself.. too bad." He says kissing you. You snuggling into him finally letting your guard down snuggling into him "I don't.. know how long I'll need a place-" you were cut off by a kiss from Katsuki "don't act like you don't have a place here. Besides, the hag likes you so she won't mind"
The rest of the night is cuddling and a little bit of crying, but Katsuki holds you the whole time until you both fall asleep.
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Still love you the same"
Tw: implied domestic abuse with comfort ofc
Pro hero AU
It was a rainy day and you and Katsuki both had the day off. Katsuki's presence alone normally soothes your mind, but today the universe has other plans. You hadn't meant for him to see it, you had just wanted to get a book from the shelf, and your shirt lifted up just enough to be able to see the scar. A shitty reminder of being hurt by someone you loved and trusted. You froze, feeling his gaze on your back. Katsuki stepped closer, his expression unreadable. You felt your body wanted to run, not out of fear or shame but because you didn't want any pity he had to give. "Are there anymore? You never told me about this " he asks softly but yet you could still feel the emotions in his words. You felt his hands hovering over the scars, the warmth of his hands radiating onto your skin. "Who did this?" He asks his voice firm and is still calm when he does. "It doesn't matter it was a long time ago Katsu" His gaze softens but doesn't leave you. You knew he wouldn't push but you knew the thought of someone hurting you was hurting him. "I don't want your pity" you say before you are cut off "Scars visible or not are nothing, they don't define you"
"it was my fault, I didn't leave when I should have.." you said feeling the tears swell into your eyes. He pulled your towards him "You didn't deserve that regardless of if you stayed. Don't be stupid and blame yourself "
You could feel the tears falling and your throat cloging up, "I wish I had been there"
"well you're here now right?" He wraps his arms around you giving you a sense of safety and comfort. "Nothing will hurt you, no one will lay a hand on you as long as I'm around. I promise." He says followed by a quiet "I believe you"
He cups his hands around your cheeks kissing you softly on the forehead then on the lips. You closed your eyes feeling safe and comfortable. Katsuki made you feel safe and vulnerable at the same time and that's why you love him so much.
Sorry for not posting I've been going through it, please leave any requests you have !
Fluff because I'm bored
Katsuki Bakugo was a hero known for his fiery explosions and his fierce determination. However, when he was with you, he revealed a different side of himself. It was a quiet evening, and the two of you had decided to stay in. The soft glow of the living room lamp cast a warm ambiance as you cuddled on the couch.
Bakugo wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close. His usually sharp and intense eyes softened as he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent. "You know, you're the only one who gets to see me like this," he murmured, his voice gentle.
You smiled and snuggled closer, feeling his warmth radiate through you. "I like this side of you, Kats. It's our own little secret."
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips warm against your hair. "Yeah, well, you bring it out in me," he admitted, his words filled with a rare vulnerability.
As you both settled into the comfort of each other's embrace, you realized that even the most explosive personalities could be incredibly tender and affectionate. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.
And so, the hero who was known for his fiery explosions found solace and warmth in the quiet moments he shared with you, his heart ignited by the love he felt for you.
Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.
You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head, but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.
The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.
As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart, hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.
Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.
your sweet spring sunshine.
You woke up to something soft, tickling your nose. At first, you tried swatting it away, but the feeling persisted. With a groan and finally accepting the fact that you were now awake, you opened your eyes to find the culprit who dared disturbed the sweet embrace of sleep.
You find a lil baby feather nestled in the sheets near your face and almost instantly all your irritation melts away.
You reach up to fiddle with the crimson culprit, relishing in how it glides between the tips of your fingers. You're always in a bit of awe at how these fluffly feathers could also turn into a weapon at a moment's notice. But to you, they were a symbol of warmth and love.
Unbeknownst to you, Keigo gazes at this scene with a soft smile of his own. Never did he think he'd be able to witness a small piece of heaven, just inches away from him. And although he wanted to bask in the love you bestowed upon his feather, just a bit longer, his quiet coos gave him away.
'traitor,' he thought.
As soon as you heard it, you narrowed your eyes at him, but your lips betrayed your feelings as they twitched upwards,
"Morning love, take a picture, it'll last longer."
And although Keigo flushed at your words, the twinkle in his eyes seemed to get brighter, "Hmm, maybe i should, but what good is a picture when you're right in front of me" as he snuggled closer.
Happy that you could get in some morning cuddles, you missed his feathers sneaking around.
Soon a loud shriek filled the bedroom , as you tried to wiggle away while Keigo's feathers tickled you, showing no mercy.
But as Keigo's giggles accompanied your wails for mercy, you find yourself thinking
You'd have it no other way.
A thud was heard, followed by cursing "KEIGO YOU ASS!!"
truly you'd have it no other way.
"I'M SORRYYYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BIRDIE!! NO!! PUT THAT PILLOW DOWN!!"
Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.
You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head, but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.
The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.
As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart, hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.
Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.
your sweet spring sunshine.
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Heyyy!! I just wanted to ask will you ever be updating the fic 'Is this real?' Cuz that shit was DA BOMB !! Honestly I check that fic like every other week just to check if theres an update (i used to check it every day but then i just got sad T-T) anywaysssss just wanted to let you know your fandom ain't dead yet 🤧💖
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Thank you so much!
I am actually going through and editing chapters for errors like punctuation and grammar and such! I have four chapters written out to update and am planning to drop them soon! I aim to have them all posted by September since my bday is in September.
I am so happy that you’re still enjoying the story. I can’t express how grateful I am for this. 🖤😭
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Goldeneye Down
((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's characters/stories))
Pairing: Hawks x reader (quirkless!(gn)reader)
Words: 4.6K
Rating: T+ (canon-typical post-mission shenanigans, so it gets raw, kids.)
Warnings: canon-typical violence, description of injuries/blood, mentions of medical trauma, anxiety, so many tears, mutual pining, HURT/COMFORT, angst with a happy ending
Summary:
If a kiss would fix him, he'd sooner never breathe again. If you knew it would work, you'd surrender your lungs and anything else for his comfort. He hardly gets tender treatment after a fight- and that shows by how tightly he's hugging your waist for dear life. Alternatively: three times you've witnessed your dashing Hawks masking his hurt, until he can't anymore. Each time is worse than the last- until you finally learn that you're the only one who truly asks how he feels after nights like this. Not 'how are your wings' or 'is he stable'... but it's you who takes the time to wipe his face gently with a washcloth: not to rid Hawks of the sweat and grit to make him presentable, but gifting Keigo the chance to feel clean for once.
A/N: Yall, this man is one of my favorite characters on this show, and I have so many writing plans for him-- so apologies for starting right out the gate with angst??? I love him I swear
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The first time you ever saw Hawks shirtless was hardly the stuff fantasies or a perfume advert concocted. He was bandaged across one entire pec, around his middle, and up to his shoulder, after all.
Work as a writer took you to many glamorous locations, but also to the grittiest– recently, hero hospitals when there’s been a close call and you are in for an interview with either a dying hero for their final public wish, or a heartfelt op-ed about a rising sidekick’s latest stand against threat and evil. In either case, you’d wound up at the bedside of a darling rescue agent who’d had an incredible story to share despite their career-ending injuries.
With a genuine word of thanks and a shared pudding packet, you were leaving the hospital wing in fairly good spirits until your stomach turned in shock at what awaited you in the hallway– a gravely bandaged Hawks standing at the nurse’s station in a half state of dress, locking eyes with you in the first instance where you’d ever caught him off his guard.
Those gorgeous eyes flashed in nervous panic which melted into boyish charm awfully quickly- standard practice for the secret object of your affections-
“Well gosh, nurse, I thought you’d give a guy a warning if a guardian angel was going to be visiting today… I’d have been decent enough to put a shirt on~!”
It was a detour of hoarse-voiced flirting on his part and masked heartbreak on yours. Seeing the blonde numbed out and paler than you’d ever witnessed him out on the job, your veil of professionalism slipped enough to really see Hawks in this moment… and catch wind of an unaware attendant who slipped the hero’s last name in front of you.
Said PA immediately recoiled upon seeing you -an extended member of the press- overhear the #2 Pro Hero’s legal name. Though at your insistence that you were here on business that didn’t concern him, Hawks visibly relaxed enough to give you his first name himself the moment the nurse left.
‘Mr. Takami is far too formal to come outta you; don’t even think about calling me that, dove.’
Keigo Takami truly was a man containing multitudes, but for all the tough talk about how ‘you should have seen the other guy’, you worried about that man you’ve seen now without his gold visor that night when you went home, and wondered if he was sleeping ok with his chest bound like that.
The next injury sighting took several months of continued text exchanges, private balcony sidebars, and continued endurance of Hawks’ public displays of blatant sweet talking for you to see him less than chipper again.
Your meeting with the HPSC Press Chair was running painfully long, but necessary given the content you were working on publishing for them as side work. It wasn’t doable for you to take on a full-time job with the Hero Commission, but in your philanthropic effort to unite the civilian world with those of high profile heroes, you took on these winded assignments with the promise of a pay bump… as well as a chance to see your darling flyboy. Not that they’d note or care about your budding affections for him. Thankfully, your tight lipped smiles at him were ironclad and his reputation as a charming star preceded him, even to his higher ups so the true feelings never fully sunk in so long as you were mindful.
Pulling a doubletake at your presence in the conference room from the glass windows led Hawks to hang a left inside to quip at you, fully interrupting your meeting despite the scowls he received from the suits lining the table.
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise~ hey there, lovedove. Aren’t you pretty as a peach today?”
“Hey there, yourself,” you turned to acknowledge him politely, but pointedly fixed on his eye that laid nearly completely blackened and the cheek scraped to a raw red. “--aren’t you looking- purple.”
Hawks being sufficiently threatened to report elsewhere didn’t stop him from throwing you a dismissive wink and a smirk at your subtle worry,
“Oh this? Nah, it’ll fade. I could use the blush anyway~ it’ll save me a trip for photos tomorrow!”
That charming show of optimism wasn’t a surprise as you turned back to your grumpily apologetic managers, though you never did quite forget how Keigo stayed in the entryway soaking in even your curt ending of the conversation. He had to be practically ushered out by some fellow training officers for him to go on his merry way. Your inspection of him had been lightning quick, and you were nearly certain he was black and blue in more places than his face judging by how he sidestepped out the door.
Would he ever take his pain seriously? Under all that swagger, you certainly hoped so. Or else you hoped someone would make a fuss over him.
Hawks shows on your patio at 12:30 in the morning one day, knocking silly on your side door. It’s been weeks since you wrote another touching piece for the HPCS’s statement on civic protection, and too long since he’s taken a rooftop stroll with you. Hell, far too long that he's had you close. Keeping you at his side, tucked under his towering wing, shielding you from the night winds, peppering each other with soft-spoken words and some stolen kisses he swears mean more to him than a move ‘just for luck’.
Hawks knocks three times... huffing. He glanced towards the ground, tucking what's left of his wings further in with a wince. He knocks four more times, each more insistent than the last, but mindful of the noise. He even shushes himself in the delirium, canvassing your living room for signs of life.
Your oven light was still on, suggesting you hadn't gone through your full nighttime shutdown yet. That single light bulb in your kitchen appeared to double the more he stared, and tried to blink the unease away. Shit. He's really in no condition to fly. The sidewalk below your floor takes his attention again at the cry he hears. The sound is only cat this time, but still makes him oh-so nervous.
Hawks moans his impatience coupled by the searing pain, begging you to come notice him at the sliding glass. He drops his head damp with sweat to the window (intent to apologize for it later) and just bangs on the window like the desperate man he is.
"Please be up, please be up, please..."
When he opens his eyes briefly, he sees a shadow before him approaching. You'd flicked on more light in your living room and were jogging up to the window with shock brightening your features to total wakefulness. He's never been happier to see you so panicked.
Your confusion is palpable behind the door as you push the blind’s interior locking rod aside and flip up the lock, sliding it-- and Hawks-- along with you.
"Who-ooah!! Hawks??" You whisper-scream.
Stumbling aside, he grips his still bleeding hip and winces at what that move causes for his back. Eyes screwed shut, he can't even quite manage a suave, sweet greeting; he merely sighs your name as an answer to prayer.
You take in this poor, disheveled shell of a hero as he looks every bit like he's come from a dogfight. Not only were his wings sparse and bony from overuse, but his left wing was seizing up and stunted at a poor angle you knew wasn't natural.
oh my God, those poor wings… You collected him up with ready arms- gingerly guiding inside through the center of the patio, wary of bumping either's span of the door.
"carefulcarefulcareful–"
"eh, it’ll-- nnngh!!" Hawks doubled over-thankfully right into you- "I got'kicked in the back-- right under...ahhhh~ "
Not only that, but despite the blackness of his under armour and gloves, you noted now by movement and smell that he was bleeding elsewhere. Besides the hobble, he sports a busted cheekbone and lip– which he likely bit himself.
This was a hard state to see him in and truly frightened you by the blood loss alone. Worse than any other time you’d seen him after a mission by far.
Primal, parental instincts filled you and spilled out before you could stop yourself.
"Honey, we gotta get you to Dagoba General; it's closest--"
"I can't-" Hawks stopped you with a vice grip on your wrist while he hobbled along, "s'too public."
-Not allowed, even in an emergency. This you remembered from his earlier run through of policies about heroes needing medical attention; where in the city he could go, how it should be handled privately, and out of civilian's eyes.
"oh shit-- well, how bout the hero hospital, the one by that high school? Can't you call- or I can call! Let me-"
"No~" hawks moaned miserably. "I jus' gotta sit."
“Aren’t you -uh- supposed to have your legs up? You can lay back, it’s ok,” you try to guide him, but he only wavers- set on sitting up. His still-sure sights canvassing the room tells you he’s in a protective, alert headspace here in new surroundings. He might need more direction from you to break this..
"Hawks-- this is beyond what I can do,” You tried to reason with him, grappling a random throw blanket semi draped on the couch before he could sit down. “I told you I worked in refugee centers, I only know basic first aid- but this is more than I can help you, honey! They can get you fluids, a transfusion if you need it, pain meds stronger than what I have from the corner store if you’d just- where's your phone, I can call for an ambulan-"
Hawks fired up right away-
"NO!!" He begged, "no- they, they can't.. I don't wan'.."
Helping him sit, you knelt carefully trying to hear through his clear pain-rattled rant.
You assume he doesn't want the trouble of an ambulance or worry it wouldn't get here in time- which scares you more is debatable.
"We’re working against time here, hot stuff.." you tried for levity, caressing his hand. While he took it shakily, he bit his groan back.
He looked at you seriously, but pouted back in a way you'd normally giggle at, "No 'wee-woos'."
"I know you don't want ‘wee-woos’, but I think we're past that now."
You cup Hawks’ cheek which successfully transfixes his attention right on your face, while you blindly try his jacket's inner pocket for his phone- closer than yours that’s clear in the back bedroom on your charger,
"Look, I'll even talk for ya, okay? You don’t have to explain a thing about what happened tonight. Let's just get you help-"
"NO!! I can't hav' 'em find you here!"
His outburst startled you so you pulled back from his jacket entirely- at a true loss, "Can’t have who find me?"
"I won' let 'em," Hawks shook his head, pressing into his side, "I-- they don' know I'm here- they can' see only the pinpoint. Not ell'vation. Ahh. Don't wan'em know.. where you live, f’they don’ already."
You fought to keep up. He's clearly distressed- but you're surprised it's by the thought over your residence being found out. Who would be upset at the fact of him being here enough to have him shaken from even emergency services finding out?
Then you realize, he’s on the clock. He’s gotten hurt at work, and he’s not patrolling anymore. ‘The asset is damaged,’ and he’s laying low effectively out of sight.
"Your.. what, your bosses? Is that what you're worried about right now?"
Hawks was fighting for some deeper breaths. Some old instincts finally kicking in, he’s pushing air out forcefully though his lips in a decent try to slow himself down. He knows you know that much– how his work is essentially divvied into two piles: the stuff you hear about on the news, and the stuff you don't. The HPSC handles both, but primarily involves him in one. Thankfully, he knows you're quick enough to know tonight is a night of the latter and one that you know you shouldn't ask too much more of, despite your clear desire for understanding.
But he’s bleeding on your sofa and he is about to damn near break or bleed out and you feel drawn to his heart and feel a selfish urge to know.
"I don't understand- why, ... why come here if you were worried, Kei?"
"I was.. close,” he offered with some huffs again.
That answer felt too loaded, but you were too groggy yourself to reason with such a clammy man dealing with who knows how much blood loss.
He forced as much clarity to his vision as he could, while watching you get up to close the patio door up. You shut the blinds for good measure too before debating whether to run back to the bathroom and grab what gauze and antiseptics you had. For both the sake of time and to keep the poor man from following you throughout the apartment like you knew he’d try to do, you settled on wetting a few washcloths by the sink and came back to him.
"Your fight was close to here?" You kept him in the moment while attempting to get off his coat. He sat forward to help in this, but his eyes shut hard as it forced his shoulder blades together, to feed the gap over the wings.
Through steeled grunts he manages it, then strangles out the basics for you, "Y-yeah.. small.. weap'n traffic ring. But we had intel they'd.. Had a hit out on’the magistrate."
You set the bloodied jacket to the ground- torn between looking at his pained face and getting a look at the hip he was leaning into.
"They hadda few tough quirk users," Hawks gritted, separating his hand at your insistence. The shirt peeling back sticky was the least of his worries when you laid the wet washcloth at his side, "one had blades for legs, n’the other had a kind of whip-AHH!!"
Only water, but it burned like hell. Burned through the mess he'd made of himself. Proof he'd been sent in there outmatched-- 5 to 1 so he says, but even for the #2 Hero, the odds were stacked against him for a covert attack. You whispered a gentle apology over the sting.
You hated hearing the challenge and clear surprise of the incident that caused this version of your hero to be brought to the surface, knocking on your door like a kid trying to sneak back into the house in the middle of the night.
"So they nicked you here– and your back?" You asked gently, "Anywhere else?"
"They were gonna take out the block--"
You heard the panic rise in him again, the tremor in voice and wings.
"Haw-.. Keigo."
"They were gonna-- they didn't even know you lived up here.. you of all people.. but they were gonna do it. I had- said I hadta stop em, whatever it took.."
You set the first soiled cloth aside, centered between his spread knees, and cupped his face in both hands now. He's trembling all over and pulse is going wild under your fingers. He locked onto your necklace- avoiding your eyes in anger, guilt, and a messy, gnarled ball of exhaustion while you cleaned his face.
It wasn’t clinically necessary, but you wanted to.
"But you stopped them," you reminded, "You said you got 'em, right?"
Something flitted across his face that looked hollow- like a younger side of Keigo Takami was looking for help finishing his thoughts. Like he was reverting to a shadow self that was about to cry just feeling you cool down his neck with the clean side of a washcloth.
"I got em." He barely whispered, new frustrated tears flooding his eyes and forcing his brows together. "I did it. I did-- what they wanted me to."
The way he says it is not a victory. It's guilty, not even proud in a sense of justice. It was forced; not unlike a militant following orders.
"The safety commission, keeping folks safe at all costs," you answered for him, forcing his eyes to blink at the name. What crimson feather remained ebbed and rustled on impulse.
Suddenly, he frowned down at his own hands, suddenly wrenching himself free of his damp, tainted gloves, like they were burning him alive the longer they stayed on his fingers.
"Cost them," Hawks croaked, "Wanted t’take ‘em in, make them pay the way we always do. But then they said they're taking the block out- and I couldn't let em- I couldn't let them get you or anyone else--I shoulda felt like a damn hero they say I am."
Hawks shook his head pathetically, nearly collapsing forward at the feel of you raking his bangs back, before he sobbed,
"but I didn't want to. They begged. Couldn’a run when they knew they couldn't win, so they begged. I don't wanna do it this way, don't want it to come to this. I can't keep ending it all just because I can!! I’m no–"
Hawks wipes harshly at his eyes with the heel of his palm, his anger at a tipping point.
Your heart sobers and breaks altogether. He's confessing to you because he knows this whole ordeal is going to be painted so differently by the media in the morning. Heroes have to make impossible calls- and you know his handlers don't make it easier on him when it comes to completing these covert assignments. They’ve essentially given him a license none others do- allowances that dance in the world of grey.
Hawks and heroes like him have been granted permission to take lethal measures. But it’s a grim, fell thought that when you’re in the moment- the choice to kill or stay in your armed hands. The pressure is bound to weigh anyone, make them crack and doubt their sensibilities.
Any bystander would call Hawks heroic for saving more lives than taking them- but fear is what forces him to kill. Fear of loss, of the catastrophic unknown that he continues to fight for faster and faster.
You leveled with Hawks’ sightline, forcing terrified eyes to yours. While the sight of this confident man worn down grieved you, schooling your face and brows to be strong was an easy ask when he needed you.
"I know you didn't,” you affirmed all he said, “You were so brave, Keigo. You were really brave, no matter what. No matter how these fights end. You always are brave."
Keigo listens and heaves an ungodly sound at your words.
Suddenly, he's pulling you close and crying into your chest and you meet him all the way. You lock your grasp around his shoulders gingerly at first afraid to hold too tight. Cradling his head to you and hushing him seems to work for now, since he’s able to speak again after more schooled breaths.
But this reaction from him is far from assured; he’s afraid. Unheard. And it seems with you, he can finally air these harsh truths without outside ears listening in stopping his tongue.
"They don't care how hard it is. They don't care. They just push and push and push me, and 'm tired and it hurts!!"
All you can do is hold him.
"I know, baby,” you barely speak, “I know it does, I know it hurts..."
“It always hurts,” he sobs, “It does every time. When you saw me and you looked at me, and you asked me if it hurt, I lied because I had to. But shit, this hurts…”
Hawks’ heated hands grasp at you: the contour of your body is the altar he's kneeling at- from this very spot of your couch. He's wailing now- half in pain, half in misery of being failed over and over again and only now -in secret- ever receiving someone to listen in return. The sound barely makes noise as its buried in your middle, but it rocks you where you kneel up straight to keep him close.
You let him grieve and hold space for every bit of it. He's never once been this vulnerable with another soul in his life, you’re convinced, and he sounds just so grateful to have your hands on his. Grounding. Giving him relief he's been starving for since you first paid attention to him across that crime scene where you first met.
Once he began mimicking your pronounced breathing he finally starts to feel more calm.
To give him air, you robbed one hand from around him in order to push back some hair from his face and check his temperature. He could actually feel how cool your hands were once he started getting color into his face from his spot at your chest. Drained and pliant, he mumbles something at your sternum, and you ask him to repeat it gently,
“Hands’re cold,” he whispers.
“Oh, m’sorry.”
“No,” he shuts his eyes. "Feels good. You feel so good. The other docs, they're just so-- clinical.. They don't- they aren't gentle. No one feels as good as you do.”
Softness seeps from the very pit of you. What you won’t give to protect this hero now.
You see a slumped pillow at his side and think to use it as a bolster until his back spasms lessen.
"Here, babe. Let's get one of these behind you. You can lay back a bit-"
Hawks chips his chin up to you, a bat of his eyes pleading, ‘don’t go’.
It’s official: you love him.
"I won't go,” you coo down to him, “I won't make you get up. I'll be here. Right here."
You kiss that hot, flushed forehead, and he wants to crumble again by the way you hear him swallow.
“I-” Hawks tries to recover from his overwhelm, "...I need you..."
Your answer would never deny him, "What do you need, pretty bird."
"Need you– hold on t'me." Hawks nuzzles your neck in relief.
"I've got you. I've got you this time. You always have everyone else; now I have you."
This is the way you’d keep him, if he were all yours. After a day of things he’d rather forget, you’d replace them all with kind words and soothing touches that settle his restlessness. To his nature that never stops moving, you’d make it your mission to bring some stillness and comfort to the forefront of his burdened mind.
While you’d love for reality to keep on pause, a flash of movement at the window gave you hope rather than alarm,
“Hey, Kei. Lookie there. You've got a little pile waiting for you~” you nod back to the patio, catching some blips of red near the unobscured vertical blinds. “Would having them back on you help? Make you feel more steady?"
Interest piqued, Hawks sounds pleasantly surprised seeing them with his own eyes.
"Ah. Yeah."
"Wanna rinse off, too? You can; use my shower, get yourself a lil more fresh?” the offer is true and comes from you easily. Happy to offer whatever healing measures possible to him while you wipe away leftover tears from a set of perfectly golden eyes. “I can’t promise I have something that fits you super well, but let’s see what I got.”
You knew the hot water would likely sting his wound, but would also buy him more time before he's ready to fly again and go get checked out more formally.
Still wilty, Hawks gives a comical grimace in the face. “I’d sure hate t’bleed all over your stuff.”
“Stuff can be washed; there’s only one you.”
And at this, he finally looks back up to you like the Keigo you know and sinks at the idea, giving in to the tempting idea. He nods. Any trace of boiled over bitterness in his aura has faded to a low simmer, and has left a warm, comfortable, gorgeous-looking man to peer up at you.
You help him up, open the door once more, and Hawks is able to stand a bit better on his own now with a wingspan full of settling feathers preening themselves into place. Once face to face, he finds his hands are still seeking out your waist, and his face furrows– unwilling to let go fully of his personal painkiller.
You still his hesitation with a mouth’s warm press to his cheek followed by a gentle kiss on the lips. His palms go lax and a moan leaves him softly.
“I'll hold you all you want when you get out,” you whisper gently to him. “No funny business, I promise. Yeah?"
As if he held any true worries.
"Wouldn’t ever mind if you did, dove. But yeah– I’d like that."
With another lingering kiss, you do your utmost to take things as quickly as he can manage for the sake of getting him to rest quickly… but by the way Hawks eyes you from all your puttering about the apartment, he holds no urgency or rush. To the contrary, he's happy going slow and steady while he’s with you.
His hand catches yours any chance he gets until he’s ultimately able to lay his head to rest on you at the first idle moment of the evening. Its in these, the wee morning hours, that he’s eager now to remember this as the first night you got to help him heal and not just recover.
"You sure you aren't rushing it?" the slight worry tinges your sleepy morning voice in just the next few waking hours. All you both had was a glorified nap given his late arrival.
The song of your concern obviously pleases your loving company, as the edges of Hawks’ eyes crinkle at your worry.
"I gotta report in by six. I'll stop at my place, change before I go in, heat up something to eat. And I’ll text you when I get there."
The checklist of answers is sweet and characteristically Hawks, but you hope Keigo hasn’t checked out of your bubble yet.
"Okay. But.. take some time if you can. Come see me if you still need me."
A noticeable fondness settles across Hawks’ devilishly handsome smile, and comes over to cup your face for another coffee-masked kiss.
"I always need you.” Thank you. For everything. "I'll see you soon." I love you.
"See you soon." I love you too.
Weeks pass with Hawks’ semi-regular visits to the apartment, holding you in the kitchen like the lovesick boy he is at heart. ‘Talking work’ he claims, when his higher ups ask him about the delays, but he’s more inclined to slack and slip into far more personal matters as he guides you over back towards the barstools and sits back on one.
A curious mind makes you question why he's pushing the limits of his absence until he pulls you in to completely become flush with him and realize he wants your attention before anyone else’s. He sinks in how you set your hands on his shoulders, smiling like a sweet dope, looking up at you while you check him over.
You know he’s tired from a day on patrol in full sun, but the faint burn across his cheeks doesn’t seem altogether too painful. Just needs a decent aloe blend. Still, you ask as you always do,
“How you feelin’, pretty bird?”
And he truly answers honestly now, no bravado for handlers to scoff at or bystanders to placate:
“Better now.”