After sustaining an injury in the line of duty at Hawks’ hero agency, you wind up stuck doing office work while you recover- monotonous, repetitive, office work.
a/n: super short one! i haven’t written anything in a hot minute
You sat stiffly at yor desk, stuffed up in a too-tight and obnoxiously restrictive suit- stiff black blazer, unflttering shirt, uncomfortable shoes. It had been five weeks since your injury- you should have been back on patrols by now! Not stuck indoors filling out report paperwork by hand.
You leaned back into the leather office chair, rolling backwards slightly as you stretched out your back, looking towards the clock on the wall- 17:02. Only an hour to go. Without anything exciting happening, the days seemed to merge together in a slow, endless loop, until you heard the office door creak open.
“Slacking off already?” Hawks asked with a grin spread across his face, strolling in almost like he owned the place, “You only started working here a couple months ago ago and you’re already injured and slacking? What will the boss say?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him when you find him?” You retorted, “And tell him that we shouldn’t have to wear these awful suits every day while you’re at it.”
“What’s wrong with the suits?” He asked, “I think they look great! They’re meant to give a professional vibe.”
“Why do I never see you wearing one then?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“How about, because I said so?” He smirked, not-so-subtly looking you up and down as he approached your desk.
“I’m gonna tell Hawks.” You jokingly threatened, earning a chuckle from him.
“Yeah yeah. How’s your injury anyway? You scared the life out of me throwing yourself in front of that bus, y’know.” His eyes looked different to usual, less energetic and more genuine.
You watched his expressions soften as he relaxed, sort of fluffing out his wings as he rolled his shoulders back.
“Honestly, I feel fine. But the doctors say I’m not meant to do any patrol work for another two weeks.” You sighed, “It’s so boring cooped up in here all the time.”
“I bet. I guess that can be your incentive to try and avoid injuries!” He joked with a slight chuckle, putting a warm hand on your shoulder, “But seriously, don’t die on me. I like having you around.”
Was is inappropriate to say that you were into your boss? That low chuckle always made you feel… something- in the pit of your stomach, then in your throat when you tried to speak to him.
Truly, you couldn’t help it- as much as you tried to remain professional, you just couldn’t keep your eyes off him, during briefings, and meetings, and on patrol when you had time to just walk around, and after he had just landed on his office balcony, hands running through his windswept hair. Surely he’d noticed, but he hadn’t ever said anything to you.
“Mhm. Anyway, I finished filing today and yesterday’s reports. I’m assuming you’re here to ask about that.”
“Boo. Talking about work is no fun. I’m here because I’m bored and need someone to talk to.” He said, turning to face you as he stretched out his wings, “Wanna get something to eat after your shift?”
“Woah there, Mr Misconduct, are you asking me- your noble employee- on a date?” You joked, resting your head on your hands and looking up at him.
“Don’t think it counts as misconduct if it’s off the clock.” He smirked, “Well? Promise I won’t make you split the bill.”
If there's one place Keigo always wants to keep one of his feathers it would be against your heart. Hidden beneath your clothes, flush against your skin. He can feel your heart strum. He can feel how it slows when you rest. He can feel how it rushes when you move or when you fluster. He can sense your panic and your dread or your joy and your mirth. Keigo can feel you and he wants to feel you always.
warnings: fem!reader, slight angst (feelings of loneliness), unprotected sex, virginity loss, inexperience, very anatomical, pubic hair (wild, innit)
wc: 2.9k
It might surprise others how creative one can become when spending eternity in a place like this. But to you, this ritual is nearly commonplace.
Exiled years upon years ago, between these four walls are where you would reside until the end of time. An empty room, with walls made of earth, ambient light coming from nowhere. A space in the universe that mortals couldn’t reach, and other Gods didn't bother policing. They’ve yet to find out how you choose to pass your time, though you doubt it would change much.
Ever the outcast among the Gods, you were shocked you hadn’t been banished sooner. But, in the end, you were cast here anyway. At the very least, it was comfortable. No heavy stare that made you feel like you were doing wrong just by existing. Here, only the feeling of loneliness gets to you.
Despite the consequences that come with expulsion, you were still a goddess, and you still liked to have your fun. Not all of your old power could be summoned, but some, less threatening magic remained.
Like Animation.
You used it like anyone else would- building mortals from the clay of the ground, crafting them to your exact delight, and when they begin breathing, using them for different personal pleasures.
And once you have had your fix, you dissolve them back into the earth you had built them out of.
The others would most likely just be horrified with you, as always.
You did your best to do it as infrequently as possible, before your little hobby became boring. But today, you had that familiar itch, and you were not feeling strong enough to ignore it.
So you get to work.
On your hands and knees, you begin with his chest, sculpting divots into the clay, creating the dip of his collarbones and the crease of his pectorals. You make his shoulders broad, and his back comes out looking like it’s chiseled from marble. The lovely lines of his legs are a pleasure to mold. His hands are tricky, but the look of them when you finish thrills you.
It may have taken you hours, but you weren’t keeping track. It's not like time really matters in this room.
Right now it’s only you, and your creation.
When you’re done, he is laid on his back, on the ground he was built up from, and you are sitting back on your feet beside him. All it takes is a wave of your hand for him to become flesh and bone under you. You don’t cloak him, or yourself, there’s no need.
He seems completely mortal at first glance, save for the wings adorning his back. You made him in the image of an angel form you had seen in different texts. You color his wings red, but every other part of him is golden. In hair, in eyes, in skin.
You take a moment more to appreciate what you’ve created.
With a deep breath in, your lips delicately find their way to his, and with a breath out, you push life into his lungs. You watch the glowing magic swirl in between the peaks of his ribs and warmth rest under the surface of his skin like it did not before.
His chest starts to rise and fall with unmistakable life.
He is animate.
First, his golden eyes peel open and his gaze falls onto you, instinctively seeking out his Maker. There is an elegant sweep of black embellishing the outlines of his eyes, which you had painted on meticulously. You can’t help but feel that it completed him, because these eyes on you fill the empty space within. The complement of black on glinting gold will fill your dreams for the rest of time. He seems to be content to stare at you forever, so you break the silence,
“Hello.” You greet, with a genuine smile. You were happy he was here. Happy to have company again.
“Hello.” He parrots, and oh, his voice. Just beautiful.
He smiles back up at you affectionately, and you think the heart that you do not have stops beating.
You reach out to swirl your fingers on the skin of his thigh, the coarse hairs on it brushing on the pads of your fingers. You can feel the strong musculature involuntarily flexing under your fingertips. They trail up, past the apex of his hip, along the ridges of his abdominals. You breathe a small huff of laughter through your nose when he jumps.
“It’s just me, no need to start.” You tell him softly.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers.
“Don’t apologize. You’re doing perfectly.”
Your fingers move much slower down his happy trail, and he sucks in a breath when he feels them brush against the line of his shaft. The twitch it gives is unfamiliar to him.
“What are you…” He trails off, looking down at your hand, getting distracted by your touch and the way his body is reacting to it. He doesn’t sound alarmed, only curious.
“May I not try my own invention?” You ask fondly, innocently.
He looks up at you.
“Of course you may.”
Your palm closes over him, and you're pleased to find that he hardens in your fist quickly. With a few experimental pumps, you hear his breath start shaking. You pull your hand away, and his hips buck minutely in its absence.
Leaning down, you start pressing warm kisses up his arm. Leading all the way from his forearm, to his clenching bicep, across the harsh line of his collarbone, up the expanse of his delicate throat, and along the line of his strong jaw. Not stopping until your lips are hovering above his, so close that your breaths are intermingling.
Your creation seems to understand what’s happening if the uptilt of his chin is anything to go by. He’s enticing you, seducing you, his Maker, to be the first to come forward. To claim what you want. You’re overjoyed to know that he has already taken on his own personality.
Pressing your lips to his is a surprise in itself, because he reciprocates instantly, without you having to tell him. His lips are plump, and soft, and feel right against yours. You continue kissing him, without tongue, teaching him how one of these many dances can go. He’s an enthusiastic partner and an even quicker learner. His lips are rubbed a tasteful pink when you break apart.
Your eyes dart across his face quickly, looking for any hint that he feels uneasy, but you find no such clue. Wide, revering eyes look up at you. He is studying you right back.
“Did you like that?” You ask with mirth, knowing his answer already.
“Very much,” He responds, equally playful, “Can we do it again?”
There’s a lustful gloss over his eyes, the type mortals get when they’re flirting. It’s cute, and makes you grin down at him. It’s an alluring look, and you’re going to let him pull you in.
“I can show you more.” You declare, the end lilting up like a question, sounding most like a suggestion.
“Please.” He breathes.
You kiss him one, two, three more times, then lay down on your back next to him. Your faces turn into one another, and you say,
“C’mere.” You gesture your head to the side, and open your legs, silently inviting him to get in between them.
He pushes himself up and slips into the space you’ve made for him. His wings are stretched to their full span, making him loom over you. Hair falls down in front of his face, and you think you like the look of him even better on top of you.
“What’s next?” He rasps.
“You can kiss me, like I was kissing you before,” You speak slowly, like you’re thinking, enticing him with every word. Your eyes break from his and focus on one of the hands braced on either side of your head. You take it into your own, and steadily drag it down the valley between your breasts, “And you can… touch me.”
Your hand lets go of his own, and his continues its journey down, feeling over the dip of your navel and the curve of your hip. As he goes, he experimentally squeezes the skin under his fingers, then uses his thumb to smooth across it. He touches you like he’s not expecting you to be so soft, so pliant.
That golden gaze drifts back up to your face again, and you know it because the entire time he explored, you watched him. Searching for his reaction to you. Longing for that connection, that spark, between first-time lovers.
By the nape of his neck, you pull him back down to exchange a few more wet kisses. He delivers with passion.
He isn't aware there is more to this universe beyond these walls. He isn’t aware there is a whole world that you were once allowed to roam. He is only aware that he is here, with you. And that is enough for him.
And right now, he is enough for you.
His kisses start moving down your body as he mimics how you treated him earlier. The hot brand of his mouth makes you shudder as it descends. If he was more practiced, he’d have spent more time on your neck, or made more use of his tongue, but the inexperience makes you all the more fond of him.
The feeling of his teeth grazing your nipple takes you by surprise, and your back arches up into him involuntarily. You feel him almost pull away, scared he’s made the wrong move, but you grip into the mess of his hair to hold him in place and tell him keep going.
So he does. One big hand grips the swell of your tit, and he uses more tongue, less teeth, sucking until your nipple becomes a hard peak between his lips. He detaches with a soft pop, and you see him admire the way his saliva shines on your skin.
His journey resumes, kissing and licking and nipping down your soft body, and when he reaches your pubic bone, you feel him hit a wall. The tip of his nose trails through the hair you have there, and you feel his warm breath linger against the center of you as he goes.
“Follow your instincts. Whatever you want to do, it’ll make me feel good. Just be gentle.” You speak tenderly to him.
“Really?” That perfect stare finds yours again. The smile on his face translates all the way up to his eyes, unadulterated excitement written on his expression. He looks back down, “Okay.”
Unexpectedly, the first thing he chooses to do is run his nose across the expanse of your thighs, which he has clutched in either hand. He inhales as it trails across your skin, occasionally kissing certain spots, and less frequently, biting on them. He’s learning you by scent, and you wonder if the mating instincts of an animal came with those wings you put on his back.
He does not have any expectations of you – yet he passes each curve and crevice like it’s a gift, like he inherently knows of your divinity. You watch intently as he discovers, one by one, the wonders of the female form. Worshiping a goddess how she ought to be.
Perhaps you’ll keep this one. As your own adoring, little pet.
You feel him breathe on your pussy again, and you know he’s deducing the best course of action to take. Each of his thumbs pull the lips of your pussy apart, and he leans in to open-mouth kiss your cunt, tongue lapping once over the entire slit, pulling away with a wet smacking sound. His tongue circles once around in his mouth, and then he’s diving back in for another taste.
Vigorously, his tongue is licking into you, not focused in any particular spot, more concerned with getting the taste of your slick in his mouth than anything else. His nose knocks into your clit a few times, which makes your thighs jolt around his head and pussy clench around nothing. The sounds you make are breathy, and quiet. At some point, your hand made its way into his hair again, to grab onto something for leverage. The more you pull, the more eager he becomes, desperate to please you, drunk on the flavor of you.
When he’s done, he pulls back with a gleaming wet mouth and chin. His tongue mindlessly licks around his mouth, gathering anything he’s missed. His lips are pink and his hair is messy. He looks ravishing.
A pad of one of his fingers curiously circles the hole of your entrance, where slick is leaking out of you like a faucet. You choose to stop him now, grabbing onto his wrist and tugging, until he’s perched over you once more.
You quite like the burn of the stretch without prep. It’s a way for you to punish yourself for this impure and unbecoming ritual you insist on performing.
His gaze doesn’t break from between your bodies while you grab his cock and rub the head up and down your slit, getting the tip of him wet enough to sink into you. The wings on his back slightly tremble with this. You smile with this new discovery.
Pushing him down in line with your entrance, you use the foot draped over his ass to press his hips forward. The tacky split of your pussy around him makes you both shiver. He sinks in, and in, until the golden tuft of hair on his pubic bone presses up against your own. The stretch aches, in the best way. He’s very well endowed. You built him to be, after all.
One of your favorite parts of this whole thing was keeping them sheathed in you for maybe a few moments too long. Just to feel them twitch, deep within you. He huffs out an unsteady breath, overwhelmed by warmth, by the vice-like clench of your cunt around him. He shallowly fucks his hips into you, chasing after extra stimulation even though you haven’t given him the command to.
You grab onto his ass and guide his thrusts, gradually having him pull out more and more each time, until he’s giving you the full length of him in each stroke. His first thrusts are sloppy, and rough, but he picks up on what you teach him quickly. It morphs into less of a pounding, and more of a fluid motion, back and forth.
Confident he’s understood, you release your hold on his ass and snake one hand into his hair, and the other starts rubbing on your clit. You allow yourself to enjoy this, now, only having to sit back and take it while he brushes on that spot inside you.
Those eyes, those gorgeous, golden eyes, are heavy lidded, and peering down at you. He’s taking in the ecstasy on your face, and is mesmerized by the way your tits jump and belly ripples with each of his thrusts.
He’s confused by what you’re doing with your hand, though.
“Is... that- Can I help?” He’s flustered that you didn’t ask him initially to do it for you. So sweet.
“Use your- thumb, gimme.” You position his hand on your lower belly, aligning his thumb to press where you need it, showing him to rub on it like you were before. He gets a few more strokes in, then asks,
“Does that feel good?”
“Extraordinary, love.”
His cheeks lift up with his smile, and you notice they’re tinted red from his exertion, or he’s blushing from your praise. Either way, it makes him look delectable.
Leering over you again, he hovers hips lips above yours, like you’d done to him earlier. Not letting them touch, keeping them just out of reach from each other. If he notices your smirk, he doesn’t acknowledge it, he only smirks right back. Little tease knows what he’s doing.
Not having it, you draw fists into his hair and haul him down to you, pushing your lip together in an almost violent way. His hips and thumb don’t stop moving how you taught them to, and you feel a familiar pull in your lower belly. With lips smushed together, you pull on his hair while you start contracting around him, orgasm pulsing through you and making you warm all over.
It turns you into putty beneath him, and he starts pumping his hips into you faster, sloppier. Desperation to chase after something he’s never felt before drives his movement, until he finally reaches it, and you feel his cum shoot deep within you. It makes you shiver, and warms you from the inside out.
You keep your grip on his hair, not ready to let go just yet, and he buries his face into the clammy skin of your neck, gifting you a few sweet kisses while he’s there. You lay together, and breathe in unison.
You’re nearly on the verge of passing out, until you feel him carefully slip himself from inside you, both of you letting out a hiss over it. He collapses onto the ground beside you, head tilting on its side to look at you,
“Can we do that again?”
This is definitely not the punishment they thought it was.
Attempt #1 to make you like Hawks (if this doesn’t work I will try again!!)
You visit the Luke and Keigo household but without realising it gets too late so you have to stay the night. There’s a spare room but you would rather cuddle up in our big bed — there’s plenty of room, and Keigo isn’t even home yet!! We can just keep each other company until then~
We have our little rain asmr on and fall asleep, but the room is silent by the time Keigo gets home, the rain having come to an end. He’s surprised you’re still there, since he saw you arrive before he had to leave and wasn’t aware you were going to stay over. Not that he minds.
He’s only a littleeeeee jealous we’re cuddling without him, but he knows if he was here earlier he would have been included!
He takes off his jacket as he comes over to the bed, eyes soft as he looks at how peaceful you look, softly ruffles your hair and pushes it out of your eyes, gives us both a kiss on the forehead, then steps away to get changed.
His wings ruffle as he comes back, pulls the covers up over you, and though you’re taking up his space, he doesn’t feel that mad. You look too peaceful and handsome. He doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to venture out to the spare room, the cold bed much smaller than he’s gotten used to, and much lonelier with no one to sleep next to so he cramps himself onto the far end of the bed on your other side, knowing it will probably not give him the best sleep, but it’s warmer here, and he’s very prone to like to cuddle up to others.
Gently, he lays his wing over you, and lays his head on the half a pillow left for him. Even if his other wing is half laid on the floor behind him, the covers not covering him completely, he’s too tired to stay awake and the body heat next to him from you has him falling asleep almost instantly.
You wake up to him cuddling up to you, probably too hot from hot close he is and the extra insulation under his feathers, but he looks so relaxed you don’t wanna wake him up just to complain and push him away. He looks content, and cute. And you are sure you felt him kiss your cheek in the night, but you won’t think about that too much… not this early.
You’ll just have to go right back to sleep in his embrace until later <3
Luke. <3
Up until now I only bothered trying to remember him by his hero name, but you've got me making an effort to connect him with the name Keigo, instead of just "ah yeah, bird man, hawk man, ah. yes, he's hawks! yeaaah i got it" jfkfngkfknd
I'm also a liitle tipsy and that isn't helping rn-i blame myself for that too cuz I was actually allowed to mix my own drink this time and I got a little bit carried away 😅
I make a joke about stealing you away from him for cuddles as a regular thing, because of course I do, I wanna get a reaction out of him,, but he and I both know he gave me a kiss on the cheek last night.
We'll have to deal with the consequences of that some other time, cuz we're both obsessed with you and getting your breakfast experience just right; I'm making your tea and reaching for the leftover cold brew I left in the fridge yesterday, and I make Keigo SOMETHING WITH CAFFEINE cuz fuckin hell, does he ever need it with his line of work. He's making a beautiful brekky that I'd be lying if I said wasn't making me drool.
Luke,, you're evil and so sweet and I love you, and maybe I'll come around to.. Keigo ☆
a/n: ignore the fact that i haven’t posted in a few weeks lmao i’m sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth :(( xoxo
༊· he listens to music using his government issue communications headset
༊· so loudly, in fact, that he can get lost in the vibes when he’s out on patrol
༊· lucky for him, his crazy speed can make up for the time he spent grooving to his favourite songs, so nothing bad ever happens while he’s distracted
༊· except for maybe a few hundred missed calls…
༊· hawks is the kind of guy to love all kinds of music- no particular favourite genre, just whatever music makes him feel free when he flies around
༊· he has a playlist full of songs that remind him off you, and he shows you every single addition even though you think it’s cheesy
༊· he has no shame in yawning out loud at boring hero meetings, especially the ones scheduled at inhumane hours of the morning
༊· a lot of younger heroes understand how he feels- the older heroes just find him annoying and arrogant
༊· playful hawks and serious hawks are vastly different, but they’re still two sides of the same coin- sometimes it’s hard to tell when he’s actually being serious
༊· what gives it away is the way he deepens his voice when he wants you to hear him out
༊· naturally, he’ll switch back to his usual tone almost immediately afterwards
༊· he just wants to make you laugh all the time amd take it easy ❤️
… who somehow knows every little thing about you, even though you could have sworn you’d never told him
… who lies through his teeth about his work to make sure you don’t worry about him when he’s gone for days at a time
… who thinks about you 24/7, even in the middle of dangerous missions
… who texts you as much as he physically can when he has to be away from you for a while
… who surprises you by coming home early and bringing your favourite food so that you can eat together
… who flies by your workplace just to tap on the glass at you like an excited kid poking a fish tank
… who, quite literally, sweeps you off your feet every time you see him
… who loves nothing more than to lift you up and swing you around
… who loves to tease you by lifting himself up while you’re kissing until you’re on your tiptoes trying to reach his lips
… who calls you his “babybird” every other sentence
… who gets extra protective of you around people he thinks are flirting with you
… who takes you on the most scenic dates at sunset, whether it be on top of a city building or in a random meadow he found
… who just loves to lay flat and stare into the sky with you, even though you’re the most beautiful thing in the universe to him
… who doesn’t really buy you flowers, save for special occasions- it just isn’t really something that crosses his mind
… who prefers to bring you food to share, whether it’s something you already like or something new for you to try, his love language is feeding you !!
… who loves to see how you stare at him when he takes off the jacket of his hero costume, leaving him in just a compression shirt that shows off his muscles in the most perfect way
… who brushes out your hair after a shower and runs his fingers over your scalp
… who cups your cheeks with both hands when he kisses you
… who doesn’t really know how to share his feelings with you, so he doesn’t.
… who just falls into your arms after long and difficult days, not saying a word
… who’s grateful that you don’t pry into the details of his hero work- not that he’d tell you even if you asked- it would be too dangerous for you to know
… who loves you because you treat him like a normal person rather than a hyper-famous hero
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like two weeks now because idk how to turn my vision into words :((
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Your elbows rested on the top of the wooden paddock fence, looking into the distance as a familiar face edged closer and closer by the second. Upon the horizon, you spotted the familiar silhouette of Keigo, finally returning to your small town in the middle of the deserted plains. Working on a ranch meant that you had become maybe a little too familiar with the cowboy, knowing him relatively well, and just about enough to have a crush on him- because who wouldn't?
Keigo was so charismatic; his windswept, messy blonde hair, piercing eyes and mischievous smirk were enough to make anyone swoon- not to mention he was a huge flirt whenever he came into town, for whatever reason. It didn't really matter to you how many people he flirted with, in your mind, Keigo was just a gorgeous piece of eye candy for you to stare at whenever he came back to start his next cattle drive. Not to mention, you absolutely adored getting to look after his horse when he was in town.
As he neared the ranch, he took his hat from his head, waving it up in the air at you with a grin. You waved back, stepping aside to open the gate for him and his horse. He slowed before riding into the paddock, bringing the horse to a gradual stop before dismounting and giving her some well-deserved scratches. You closed the gate back up before approaching the man you'd known for so many years, your eyes wandering up and down his well-built figure.
He was far from perfect- his boots were worn and dirty, jeans tainted some shade of musty brown from the kicked up dust, his brown button-down undone enough for you to see his collarbone, the sleeves carelessly rolled up above his elbows. The stubble across his chin had hardly changed since the last time you had seen him, but his wavy blonde locks were slightly longer.
"Hey sweetheart. Good to see ya." He smirked, eyes roaming over you slowly. His hands rested on his belt buckle as he scanned your figure.
God almighty, he just realised he was gone for far too long.
