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[blacksun-judar]

Middle Of The Night

rindou haitani x fem!reader

synopsis: there are very few people rindou haitani trusts with his life. even fewer he’d let tie him to a bed.

rating/warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, soft rin, sub rin, praise and degradation, edging, spanking, bonten timeline

words: 4,6k+

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There were a lot of things you could say about Rindou Haitani. Bonten executive, menace with a lazy grin, the guy who’d crank his DJ set at 3 a.m. just to see how long it took his brother to start yelling at him from the other room.

Most of what people said about him would be true. Not all of it would matter.

He was loud when he felt like it, social and extroverted. The kind of person who filled a room without even trying. Back when they were younger, he lived for nights that never really ended, jumping from one club to the next, drinks in hand and everything else pushed to the side. Nights where people let go a little too much and didn’t always like what they remembered in the morning.

For all the bickering, he loved Ran. He just wasn’t the type to say it out loud. Never had been. It showed in other ways instead. In the way they moved in sync during fights, like a single entity. The way they always made sure the other was okay before checking on themselves. Or in the small things. Like showing up late, tossing a Mont Blanc onto the table without a word when Ran was going through the motions.

Because the truth was, Rindou noticed everything.

He saw right through people, past the versions they carefully constructed and the image they tried so hard to maintain. He found enjoyment in picking people’s lies apart, noticing the little slips that would later be used as ammunition to humiliate them when the time seemed ripe. Behind his bored expression and uninterested demeanor, Rindou caught everything. And that is what made him dangerous.

Because Rindou Haitani was violent, too. There was no soft way to put that and no version of the truth that put him in a better light. The younger Haitani was an excellent fighter, and worse yet, could be frighteningly cruel when he wanted to be and sometimes when he didn’t need to be. For all the reputation that preceded Ran, in adulthood it was usually Rindou who people feared more. Even the lowest guys in Bonten knew better than to get on his bad side, because if Rindou got his hands on you, it wouldn’t be quick. The angles, the pressure, exactly how much force it took to make a bone give. He was an expert at making you suffer. And the worst part? He loved every single second of it.

Maybe that should have been enough to scare you off. But there was one thing people got consistently wrong about Rindou Haitani. And who could blame them, really, looking in from the outside? Rindou was many things, but never a bad partner.

Whatever Bonten had turned him into and whatever blood-stained horrors he left behind after a job well done, none of it ever followed him back to you. Of course, he couldn’t hide those parts of himself. Didn’t want to. But in the comfort of his own home, different sides of him were allowed to surface, too.

The carefree one, that still liked to be silly and play his DJ sets from his teenage years for you. Who would pick you up bridal style and carry you to the couch giggling.

The caring one, that liked seeing you happy. Maybe more than he’d ever admit out loud. The side that made sure a light wouldn’t stay broken long enough for you to complain about it or that important events never crept up on him. 

The concerned one that knew about the dangers of life with a bonten executive where safety or coming home alive wasn’t always a guarantee. That sometimes regretted putting you in this position, but never once regretted choosing you.

And finally, the vulnerable one. The one who didn’t ask for much. Didn’t really know how to. The one who’d never learned how to voice his own emotional needs and relied on you to read between the lines, to notice the pauses and subtle tells he never bothered hiding from you. And over time, you learned how to. 

So when he stepped into the dimly lit apartment that night, his shoulders hanging low, a smear of blood along his collar already drying, you knew exactly what kind of night it had been. The dark circles under his eyes a sign of exhaustion that went deeper than just lack of sleep. 

“Bad night?” you asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Mhm.” Rindou hummed, walking over to you and pulling you into a firm hug. His cheek pressed against the top of your head, his strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You let your arms slip around his waist, face resting against his chest as a quiet content smile formed on your lips. You’d missed him.

“Wanna tell me about it?” you asked, softer still.

He shook his head just slightly. 

Of course you weren’t oblivious to his work. You knew exactly what he did and who he worked with, had actually gotten quite close to Koko and even Sanzu over the years - a fact he initially wasn’t too excited about. Still, when it came to the gritty, brutal details, Rindou rarely felt the need to share. You were his safe haven. Here, in your shared apartment, with you, he could just be Rindou and he didn’t need Bonten to take that away from him, too.

You helped him shrug out of his jacket, hanging it neatly on a hook by the door while he kicked off his shoes. He rubbed at his stiff neck as he made his way to the sofa and plopped down. You wandered into the kitchen, suddenly craving a drink. You grabbed two cans and handed one to him, settling back on the couch beside him.

The crack of the cans opening filled the room. You both took a long sip, and Rindou rested his head against the back of the sofa, eyes drifting over to you with content ease. You were sitting with your back against one of the armrests, head turned toward him, and the younger Haitani pulled your legs onto his lap to start massaging them. 

“How was your day?” Rindou asked.

“Boring meeting after boring meeting,” you sighed, thinking back to the uneventful day at the office. “Lunch was fun, but when I came home, one of the neighbors stopped to complain about the noise last weekend.” You laughed, not sure they would be quite as brave if they knew the real identity of the resident in the other apartment.

Rindou, unlike his brother, didn’t value anonymity. Your shared apartment was still luxurious, huge, and you were sure the bill could send you into a coma, but while Ran enjoyed his privacy, Rindou preferred a lively neighborhood in a better part of Tokyo.

“Hmm. They better get used to it,” he said, tracing circles on your legs and taking another sip of his beer.

Sometimes he felt bad about leaving you home alone for so long. Some weeks he was around a lot, but other times work required him to be gone for days at a time with practically no notice. Organized crime rarely followed a schedule, which led to many canceled dates and postponed trips. You always assured him it was fine, but he couldn’t help the guilty feeling.

Rindou leaned over you, fingers holding your face as he pulled you into a slow but passionate kiss. You melted into him, kissing back and grabbing a handful of his shirt. You had been with him so long, yet every kiss felt just as exhilarating as the first. You would never get tired of how perfectly he fit against you and were sure you would remember the taste of him forever.

Your lips moved against his, and his tongue asked for quiet entry, which you were more than happy to give. Rindou let his hands wander, from your neck down to your back and waist, until eventually they landed on your ass, pulling you a little closer. A pleased sounds left his lips at the lack of fabric. He loved when you wore his big shirts with nothing but some shorts or a pair of panties underneath. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, egging him on as his hand wandered further, explored your body. They eventually settled between your thighs, ready to pull your panties aside.

Without a warning you leaned back, breaking the kiss. The younger Haitani looked at you, confused.

“I was thinking,” you started, placing a brief kiss on his neck as an apology, “I want to try something new tonight.”

Rindou looked at you quizzically, unsure what to make of the sudden request. “Something new?” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded. “I want to… take care of you and…” You weren’t sure how to convince him.

“Can I tie you up?”

Rindou looked at you surprised, genuinely not knowing what to say

“I’m not sure I…” he started. You knew full well the younger Haitani wouldn’t agree immediately. He never outright said it, but pleasing you, seeing your blissed-out face, fueled his ego immensely. The knowledge that only he got to see this version of you, that only he could make you feel that good, always pushed him further.

“Baby, I should be taking care of you,” he said simply. Even after a bad day at work, he still wanted to spoil you. You leaned forward, straddling his lap now, your fingers brushing his hair back, hands cupping his face.

“You always do that anyway, Rin,” you replied, your voice soft and laced with quiet admiration. “Just push that ego of yours to the side and let me return the favor for once.”

“And tying me up is required because…?”

You laughed softly. “Because I know you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself otherwise.”

His eyes met yours, and you could see the hesitation. And buried even deeper, a need he rarely let surface. A want to be taken care of. To feel your touch and just exist in it for a while.

“Please,” you mouthed, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips.

Rin sighed dramatically, though he was clearly pretending, and pressed his forehead against yours. “Fine,” he finally said. “But you’re not taking this from me.”

Before you could react, he hooked his arms under your legs, the other steady at your back, and stood up in one smooth motion. Not a single sign of strain as he carried you toward the bedroom, bridal style.

“Riiin,” you laughed in his arms, “you’re hopeless.”

______________________

Rindou placed you down on the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. He started unbuttoning his vest, tossing it somewhere into the corner of the room before doing the same with his shirt.

In the meantime, you crawled further up the bed, reaching for one of the pillows and pulling out a pair of police-grade handcuffs from underneath. The lavender-haired man followed your movement. “You little…” he muttered, voice clearly amused. “You had this planned all along, huh?”

You shot him a grin. “Knew you couldn’t say no to me.”

Rindou had gotten stripped off everything but his briefs, the dim light catching on his toned body and the few small scars scattered across his skin. He stepped closer to the bed, bending down, ready to hover over you, when you stopped him.

“Ah-ah,” you said, patting the space next to you. “Sit down here.”

He looked at you for a moment, considering arguing, but eventually decided he didn’t quite have the energy for it. So instead he sat, the soft mattress giving way, eyes fixed on you. You were still only dressed in one of his favorite t-shirts and a pair of lacy underwear, so straddling him was easy. You climbed onto his lap, settling there, a self-satisfied grin playing on your lips as you looked down at him.

“Hands, please,” you said.

And to your surprise, Rindou obliged with no hesitation, lifting his arms and resting them above his head against the headboard.

You leaned over him, the metallic clink of the handcuffs filling the quiet as you opened them and secured his wrists to the bars of the bed. You gave them a pull, making sure they were tight enough that he couldn’t slip out but not enough to hurt.

When you sat back, facing him again, something in Rindou’s expression had shifted.

“Cat got your tongue?” you teased.

The younger Haitani looked at you, a hint of defiance returning to his features. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m paying you back after this,” he said.

You chuckled and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before lifting his chin so he had to look at you.

“Well,” you murmured, “all I have to do is not let you go, then.”

You reached back for the pillow again and pulled out a piece of fabric - a blindfold.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Rindou said, but you hushed him, pressing a finger gently against his lips.

“Maybe you’re not the only one who doesn’t play fair,” you teased. “You can’t expect me to be around you and not pick up a few bad habits.”

You tied the fabric over his eyes, securing it at the back of his head, then waved your hand in front of his face to make sure he couldn’t see anything.

Satisfied, you settled back down, your clothed core resting against his.

“Rin…” There was a hint of surprise in your voice. He was already hard.

You pressed down against him, letting your weight add some friction as you rocked back and forth. Rindou’s lips pressed into a thin line. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin as you kept the movement going, the two layers of fabric keeping you from feeling him fully.

The air felt charged, heavy, and you let out a small gasp as his bulge brushed against your clit, your thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Deciding you wanted to take things slower, you moved away from him, settling between his legs instead. Your fingers hooked under his waistband as you motioned for him to lift his hips a bit. When he did, you pulled his briefs down in one smooth motion, discarding them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. The sudden exposure made Rindou shift slightly, the cool air hitting his skin.

You couldn’t help but stare. “So pretty for me.”

“Tch,” Rindou clicked his tongue, turning his head slightly, but the twitch of his cock gave him away. Who would’ve thought it took this little to reduce the bone-crushing Bonten executive to a mess.

You placed one of your hands on his thigh, fingers ghosting over his skin, moving up and down, always stopping just short of where he wanted you most. Your nails left faint scratches behind, and Rindou’s breathing grew heavier, his hands loosening slightly against the restraints.

You kept it up for a while longer, until eventually your boyfriend started bucking his hips up toward you.

“Stop the teasing,” he managed to get out, breath uneven. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

Your hand moved to his abdomen, pressing him further into the pillows, putting more tension on his arms. You leaned down in front of him, your face just inches from him. Your breath alone was enough to send a shiver down Rindou’s spine. Not knowing what you would do next was driving him insane.

You wrapped your hand around him, applying light pressure at the base before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside. Rindou let out a breathy moan, and you felt yourself react instantly, pussy clenching around nothing. God, he sounded perfect.

Encouraged, you repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, letting your saliva coat him. Eventually, you took him into your mouth and tested the rhythm, your movements careful at first. Rindou tried to hold back, his muscles tensing, clearly trying to not buck up into you. Wanting to hold onto whatever semblance of control he thought he still had.

You adjusted, taking him deeper, your tongue tracing along the vein as you moved.

 “Fuuuck” Rindou finally groaned, his hips lifting, hands pulling against the cuffs with a metallic clink. He wanted to touch you, to tangle his fingers in your hair, to guide you, but he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t. The darkness behind the blindfold only made everything more intense. All he could focus on was the pull at his wrists and the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.

His skin felt like it was burning, and you showed no sign of slowing down.

Instead, you added your hand, moving it in time with your mouth, the added pressure drawing another strained sound from him. The noises he made were almost sinful, and you could feel just how much it affected you, too. Your own breathing grew uneven, quiet sounds slipping past your lips as you kept going, eyes half-lidded and saliva dribbling down your chin. The fitted sheets were already a mess, but you couldn’t care less.

Your boyfriend couldn’t help but buck up into you, desperately chasing his release now. He was moving without shame, helpless in his endeavor to make you go faster by gripping your hair, the restraints digging into his wrists. You could feel him throb inside your mouth, felt the erratic stutter of his hips. The nails of your left hand dug into his flesh while your right made quick work of cock, stroking up and down while you worked your mouth on him, taking him all the way in

“I—… I’m gonna,” Rindou stuttered, breath hitching. “Fucking hell.” But he didn’t need to tell you. You already knew he was close, could feel it in the way his body tensed beneath you. So you ignored the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and kept the relentless pace up, taking him all the way in and forcing yourself to stay still. Rindou released into you with a low groan, legs trembling and breathing labored, the tension finally snapping. You savored every sound he made and willed away your gag reflex, determined to swallow his release. When you finally let his cock slip from your lips, it left with a soft pop.

The Bonten executive was still trying to catch his breath as you slowly propped yourself up, just enough to hover over him. You leaned in, placing kisses all over his chest and belly, soft and lingering, each one filled with quiet affection. Finally, you caught his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, the taste of him still faintly on your tongue. Rindou’s breath hitched sharply when your hand found his slowly softening cock again, and he hissed, his sensitivity still at an all-time high.

“You didn’t think that was all, right?” you teased, your voice light, thumb tracing over his slit and smearing the remnants of his cum over it in slow, deliberate motions.

“At least take these off, so I-”

You kissed him again, cutting the protest off at its core.

“Not happening,” you breathed against his lips, pulling back just enough to spit into your hand and coat his cock with it.

Rindou hissed, his body twitching under the sensation. “S’too much… I’m still…”

“I’m sure my pretty boy can handle more.”

Rindou pulled at the handcuffs behind his head, clearly trying to break free now. You didn’t let it distract you. Instead, you traced slow, deliberate kisses along his jawline, working your way down to his neck. You lingered there before continuing to his shoulder, where you bit down gently, sucking at the skin until it flushed beneath your lips. You wanted to leave your mark on him - to make him feel even a fraction of what he usually made you feel.

“All mine,” you breathed, licking over the spot as you released the tender flesh.

Rindou let out a whine, one unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before. It shot straight through you, soiling your panties even more, if that was even possible. But tonight wasn’t about you. It was about him. And so you forced yourself to ignore the heat pooling low in your core, focusing instead on him, on every small reaction he gave you. Your hand moved along his shaft again, slower this time, gauging every subtle shift in his breathing, every twitch of his body, adjusting the pressure and pace just enough to draw out the most delicious sounds.

A faint sheen of sweat had started to form on Rindou’s body, catching the dim light as his muscles tensed and released beneath your touch. His lips were red, kissed raw, parted slightly as uneven breaths slipped past them. He looked absolutely sinful like this.

A strange sense of possessiveness washed over you as you shifted closer to him, finally pushing your panties down your legs and discarding them before settling back onto his lap. This time, nothing separated you. No fabric, no barrier, just skin against skin. Your slit pressed down against his shaft, the friction immediate and intoxicating, drawing a soft shudder from your body.

Rindou reacted just as strongly, his head falling back as his hips bucked up into you on instinct. You grabbed onto his shoulder for leverage, your other hand curling around his neck as you began to rock your hips slowly, deliberately. Your arousal coated him quickly, slick and warm, and every movement grew easier, wetter. Heat pooled deep in your core, your breath catching as you ground down against him, your nails digging into his skin.

Rindou’s groans and heavy breathing filled the room, low and uneven. He tilted his head upward, facing where he thought you were, trying and hopelessly failing to regain some semblance of control.

“Need more,” he muttered, voice rough and strained. “I want to feel you.”

Your body reacted instantly, a sharp twitch of need at how wrecked he already sounded.

“But aren’t you already?” you teased, though your voice betrayed the fake composure. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up, but you wanted to hear it. Wanted him to beg.

Rindou bit down on his lip, stubbornness flickering across his expression despite everything. He stayed quiet for a moment, holding out, until you suddenly picked up your pace. Your hips rolled harder against him, your slick spreading, practically dripping over his cock as you leaned in, letting soft, breathy moans spill right against his ear.

“Fuck,” he broke, head falling back again, his composure slipping completely. His hands strained against the cuffs with a sharp metallic clink. “I don’t care… please. Just- please give me more. I need it. I need to feel you. Put it inside, fuck… I want to feel you squeezing me. Please…”

Whatever restraint you had left snapped instantly.

You lifted your hips, hand wrapping around his cock to guide him. Lining him up with your entrance, you didn’t hesitate. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The sudden stretch pulled a gasp from you, your head falling back as the feeling hit you all at once.

He filled you perfectly.

Rindou’s thighs trembled beneath you, his head falling to the side as a broken sound left him, somewhere between a groan and a breath. He melted into the sensation, completely overtaken, your tightness and warmth overwhelming him in the best possible way.

Your fingers found his jaw, angling it towards you and your lips found his in a heated kiss. Rindou leaned in as far as he could, his tongue running hot over your mouth. You parted your lips, granting him entry, and soon he was exploring you, his tongue meeting yours, moaning into you.

You met him with the same desperation, lips pressing into his, teeth catching lightly on his lower lip as you kept up the steady rhythm of your hips. He was buried impossibly deep inside you, and you could feel everything, the way you clenched around him, the way your body reacted to every movement.

When the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, a sharp, heated sensation shot through you. Your vision blurred, thoughts going hazy as you chased that high.Rindou rested his head against your shoulder now, his ragged breaths hot against your skin as he felt you tighten around him.

“I’m-” the words caught in his throat. “Keep going… fuck, I’m close,” he managed, his hips snapping up into you as much as the position allowed.

You didn’t slow down. If anything, you held on tighter, crescent-shaped marks forming on his skin where your fingers dug in. One of your hands moved between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing quick, desperate circles.

Your legs ached, but you ignored then. Your mind was full of nothing but him. The way he felt, his desperate sounds, the way he twitched inside you, drawing another involuntary squeeze from you in response. Your hips lifted and dropped again, almost pulling away completely before sinking back down, the motion enough to push both of you closer to the edge.

You came together with a deep, broken moan, bodies trembling as pleasure rushed through them. Your legs shook, barely holding you up, while Rindou sank back into the pillows, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

Your legs felt wobbly, and you stayed there for a moment, just taking it all in. His warmth still inside you, the slowly softening cock and steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comfortable silence that now filled the room. Even his hands, still secured in the cuffs. You wanted to remember this. Every second of it. 

Carefully, you reached forward and untied the blindfold. Rindou scrunched his face slightly as it came off, his eyes unfocused, blinking a few times as he adjusted. Even the dim light seemed too much at first, making him squint.

Slowly, you eased yourself off him, your hands gliding over the sheets until you found the key. With a small twist and a soft click, the restraints came undone, and Rindou’s arms fell limply to the bed, his muscles finally giving out after being held up for so long. 

You leaned back into him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

The younger Haitani opened his eyes fully this time and turned his head toward you, taking a slow breath as he grounded himself. His hand settled at the small of your back, warm and steady, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Rindou pulled you into a slow kiss.

“Much better…” he admitted honestly, his voice softer than usual.

His eyes searched your face, taking you in like he was afraid to miss a single detail. There was something unguarded in his expression now, something rare. His hand tightened ever so slightly against your back, assuring and familiar.

“I love you,” he said.

He reserved those words for quiet, meaningful moments like this. He showed them every day through his actions, in all the little things he did for you, but hearing them spoken aloud was rare. And because of that, you treasured them even more.

“I love you too, Rin,” you whispered before meeting his lips in a soft kiss, one filled with emotion, carrying everything said and unsaid between you.

No, Rindou Haitani wasn’t a good man in the conventional sense. But here, in this moment, you couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else. And for as long as you could, you would make sure he always had a place to come back to - a place outside of Bonten, far from the bloodshed and noise.

A place where he could be more than that. Where he could be soft, loved, unguarded. A place that reminded him this was part of who he was, too.

[erotisizedembalming]

Reality is gay.

[alien-in-washington]

The movie is over. I cried actual tears. To all the assholes /aff (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) who said the last episode was shit, just know that you were VERY wrong. I cannot wait until the episode is out in full so I can cry with you all without spoiling it. Good night.

[tiggertriggerze1st]

major TADC ep 9 spoilers be warned

I better see art of Jax and Ribbit sloppily making out soon. If not I’m making it myself.

Computa, make Jax and Ribbit live happily ever after. What do you mean they’re doomed to suicide. Computa. COMPUTA.

[brightgoat]

Steve's Theories (My World AU)

I have gotten many an ask, so I give a single answer in this form.

When they first woke up, Steve knew nothing but their own name and basic survival skills. With time, they met creatures, developed skills, created recipes and discovered strange structures scattered around the world.

Structures that they hope would fill in their apparent 'amnesia'. Temples, Strongholds, Fortresses, Trail Ruins, Bastions... and the creatures themselves too.

Zombies, that wear the same clothing and resemble their anatomy. Endermen, that they swear they could've heard speak but unsure if they've imagined it (Endermen tend to make their mind go fuzzy...). But no attempt at curing works and no attempt at communication is recognised.

Even the V/Illagers recognise this, in their clothing and in their deep purple eyes. Some have dubbed them the 'Living Zombie'.

Where did the structures come from? Where did everyone go? Why can't Steve recall anything? Major extinction event? War? Natural catastrophe? The Dragon? They seek the answer. In the world residents, in the engravings on pottery sherds, books of the Stronghold, the portal...

Everything leads to The End. Because everything ends. Surely.

And there they meet Jean, and they hear their own name said in another's voice for the first time ever, and for a moment it felt like everything they've ever wanted. For a moment.

[lillyloon]

Can you believe it guys? TADC finale, just a week away!

[rogerrrroger]

'girldad kinger'

[trashdumpp]

is anyone else dressing up to go see the tadc final? im dressing up as spudsy's gangle but i feel like im gonna be the only one 😓😓

[mattiebearr]

Hi Aphblr. Remember him? THIS is the best canon love interest in the entire Aphverse.

If you don't know what Heart Point is, it's a short series that Aphmau had released 5 years ago, about a girl named Aphmau who was given the ability to see how OTHER people see her-- romantically or platonically. We are introduced to many characters, and among them is Ryo Nakano; the centerpiece of this discussion as the best love interest in the entire Aphverse.

First of all, just look at him. Look at him. Eyebrow slit? Grey eyes? Dark hair? Cool guy "I don't care" pose? He has it all.

Second of all, he's a senior and she's a junior! You don't need to write a fic that adjusts the age gap, BECAUSE HE IS PERFECT ALREADY!!

Third of all, when Aphmau tells him she isn't interested in him, he respects that and doesn't push anymore!

Fourth of all, he doesn't surprisingly pull APhmau into a kiss!

Everything I've listed is pretty much THE bare minimum for a decent person, and is also what I see most of when people complain about Laurmau, Garmau, Aarmau, or even Travlyn-- MCD AND MYSTREET/PDH.

Anyways he's also the silliest goofiest guy i've ever seen while also being a huge edgelord. He's the whole package. If you don't want to watch heart point at least read his page on the aphmau wiki, it has his entire character arc summarized in there

[moonlit-escape]

[kirilinnka]

«"x reader" aren't even that good-»

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

When I Get Home

Pairing: BF!Hawks x Black!GF!Reader 

Synposis: You and Hawks have been dating for quite some time now, but one night, after a very heated argument, he realizes how truly lucky he is to have you by his side despite his refusal to open up to you and show you how deep his scars run. So he decides when he finally gets home from his stupid mission that has taken him away from spending time with you, he’ll show you his scars, his heart, and everything more. 

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); MAJOR SPOILERS; Dual POVs; Angsty Angst & Hurt/Comfort; Relationship/Vulnerability Problems; Marijuana Use; High Sex; Shower Sex; Public/Balcony Sex; Possessive BF!Hawks; Scar Appreciation; Edge Play; Wing Sensitivity; Marking; Biting; Foreplay; Cunnilingus; Deepthroating; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Feral!Hawks; Mommy Kink; Switchy!Hawks x Switchy!Reader; Mutual Horniness lol; Unprotected PIV; Creampie, Facial; Wing-Stroking; Breeding Kink; Aftercare 

Word Count:11.8k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: I wrote this little one shot for my baby daddy aka Hawks about 3 years ago when I first started my account. This was my very first Hawks fic I love me some of that birb man. I decided to revise it cuz it was a rainy day & I felt inspired. Plus I was listening to Faith Evans' "Soon As I Get Home” again lol. Enjoy!! AND IT’S ALWAYS FUCK ENDEAVOR!!! -Jazz

Credits: Divider by @lou-et-les-loups & @thecutestgrotto!

Hawks' POV

Hawks hates the rain. 

It reminds him too much of his childhood days where he would aimlessly wander through the wet streets of Kyushu, looking for shelter and a place to lie his head and tired wings, too wet and weak to fly. 

A rainy night like this reminds him too much of those nights where he would escape his home to find solace in the streets, only to get nothing but some firsthand experiences of the hostility and black-heartedness of humanity: crime, abuse, and violence. He’d find himself in the slums, surrounded by the degenerates of Kyushu, soaked to the bone in rain, shivering his poor little feathers off. 

But now, sitting and watching the sheets of rain fall along the city, his legs dangling off of one of the highest buildings in downtown Musutafu, he finds the rain a little comforting. Especially given his circumstances. 

He is in his hero gear, gloves, goggles and boots included. Maybe he just might get lucky and find himself stopping a robbery or a carjacking to distract himself. He’d need a lot of it to make himself feel less like shit. 

Whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is you and the hurt in your pretty, brown eyes. Those eyes he wants to stare into forever. How could he hurt you so badly?

How could a night that went as well as it could go at a charity ball end in such turmoil for the both of you?

“Fuck,” he hisses, his head dropping into his hands as the memories of the past few hours begin to rewind in his head: 

“I just wanna know who she is to you,” you declared as you sat on the couch.

You were still in your gown–bright crimson to match Hawks’ wings, your hair curled to perfection and your heels making your legs look fantastic. He stared at you from the kitchen while you unstrapped your designer heels, his hands itching to do it for you. 

“Why?” he asked, doing his best to not scoff. “There’s nothin’ to tell; I told you that.”

As he headed into the kitchen, he loosened his tie with one hand and popped a button to his Armani button-down, glad to be out of his suit and shoes. Though he looked good, he felt like a little kid being forced to dress. 

He went into the back to the wine cellar to get himself a bottle of Merlot wine. When he returned, he glanced at you from across the marbled kitchen island. You were already staring at him from the spacious living room.

“But she isn’t a friend to you?” you asked, sounding agitated. “Or a coworker? You barely introduced me to her tonight.” 

Now Hawks was agitated even though he shouldn’t have been. But damn, you always did this! You always tried to dig into him at the worst possible moments. Especially during a moment where all he’s trying to do is just relax after a night of acting. “Why the fuck does it matter?” he scoffed. 

Your eyes flared angrily at him. “First of all, don’t do that,” you sternly said, jabbing one acrylic nail at him. “You don’t have to be like that, okay? We’re just having a conversation.” 

Hawks turned his back to you to get the corkscrew out the drawer next to the $800 stove. “No,” he argued, bumping his hip against the drawer to shut it. “What you’re doing right now is puttin’ me on the spot when you know tonight took a lot outta me. You know I’m not built for shit like that wack ass fuckin’ ball, babe.” 

You gaped at him, dumbfounded. “I told you we didn’t have to go tonight, Keigo!” you protested, anger evident in your tone. “You wouldn’t listen to me!” 

You crossed those gorgeous legs, illuminated by the coconut oil you rubbed on them. Hawks was excited to get you home tonight just to feast on those legs and perhaps fuck you in that dress before stripping it off of you.

It was the only thing he looked forward to despite being forced by the Hero Commission to attend that stupid charity ball to prove that Japan’s heroes were “conscious of civilians’ needs all over the nation”. 

It isn't that he hated charity. He wasn’t an asshole. Hell, he gave thousands to shelters all over Japan! He just hated being forced to put up with the annoying reporters and cameras in his face all night while he pretended to enjoy socializing with people that weren't his cup of tea. 

He had figured tonight wouldn’t be a big deal since security kept the paparazzi and reporters outside the venue, so he let you come along.

However, he quickly realized how bad of a decision that was when his coworkers began swarming, asking him who “the beauty” was sitting with him; how long you two have been together; where he’s been hiding you at. 

And then, of course, Kanna—that sneaky lizard—had to show up. 

Keigo would’ve rather forgotten she existed, but there she was, in her skin-tight dress with her publicist. She was a simple fling; a model he spent a past summer with before he met you. That was a different time for him. A time where he didn't give a fuck where he stuck his dick if it meant forgetting. 

But seeing the way Kanna, his past, and you, his hopeful future, interacted after Kanna made a show of throwing herself at him in a hug made him want to off himself right there. Especially when he saw your face when he didn’t introduce you to Kanna–disappointment, confusion, and hurt. So much hurt. 

“Correction: you didn’t have to go,” he cooly stated. “But I did. Are you forgettin’ that I’m the head of the HPSC now? Publicity matters. If I wasn’t there, the whole fuckin’ nation’s eyes would’ve been on me wonderin’ where I was and makin’ shit up for the next magazine cover.” 

He huffed as he turned away to wrestle with the cork, finally getting it open with his teeth. He spat it out and reached to grab a wine goblet before pouring himself a much-needed glass and taking a long gulp.

As soon as the wine was in his system, he felt an inch better, but that anger still chugged in his veins. Anger for not being real with you. For never telling you the truth. For never being the man you deserved. 

A tense silence coated the air in his penthouse. He feels so at home with you here….so why can’t he make you feel the same way? “I didn’t mean to upset you,” you sighed. “I just felt like tonight you didn’t really want me there. I felt like you were embarrassed with me.” 

His eyes widened at the confession and fear gripped him. That was the last thing he wanted to make you feel like. When he looked over at you, you had a despondent, oh-so sad look on your pretty face. All because of his stupidity. “Why would you think that?” he all but whispered. 

“You barely looked at me,” you replied, your voice soft and defeated. “Barely touched me. Half of your coworkers didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, Kei.”

Hawks pinched the bridge of his nose. He thought you’d been through this already. “You know why I can’t just go public with my relationships, Y/N. Don’t even start with this shit.” 

You stared at him for a moment, sizing him up, and for a moment, he thought you might start wilding on him. Your silence scared him even more though. “C’mon now,” he tiredly sighed. “It’s been a long night. Can’t we just forget tonight and roll somethin’ up?” 

He gave you a smile, hoping you’d say yes to some wine, some smoke, and some much-needed TLC after tonight’s events. 

But instead, you gave him a tight-lipped stare with a wall behind your eyes that made him realize that he’d be getting none of that tonight. He watched in utter defeat as you rose from the couch and strutted away upstairs to the bedroom, never turning to look back at him. 

When he heard the door slam behind you, he knew he epically fucked up. He put his head in his hands, feeling like screaming until his throat was raw, but he knew that would do nothing to fix things.

The truth was he wants to desperately open up to you. To tell you everything. Why he hates every social event the Hero Commission force him to attend. Why he has trouble sleeping. Why he never tells you about his past hookups and flings. 

Why he never visits his mother. Why he never visits Dabi in hospital. Why he feels like he is undeserving of any success or good thing in his life. 

But he can’t lose you, and he knows if he were to ever reveal who he is behind the dazzling smile and charm, you would be gone for good. It’s better to keep those wounds closed anyway. 

You didn’t seem to think the same though. A half hour later, while Hawks was sitting on the couch with his second glass of wine, you returned to the living room.

You were out of your dazzling outfit from tonight, your face scrubbed free of makeup and wearing one of his old shirts. You looked amazingly sexy to him like this. 

But he didn’t try to make a move or grab you as you sat down. He didn’t even look at you. He knew you were there for a reason. You reached a hand out to stroke the burn scar that jet from the side of his jaw down to the column of his neck.

“Your burn is healing,” you softly pointed out. “You know, you never really told me how you got that.” 

Your fingers gently stroked his jaw, tentative and tender. “You never asked,” he muttered, sipping on his Merlot. You leaned your head against the back of the couch, giving him a soft-eyed stare. “That’s ‘cause you’d never tell.” 

Hawks did his best to keep calm, but he hated this game you were playing with him. You were crossing a line with him. He finally looked at you, accusingly. “What are you doin’, huh?” 

"I’m only asking you a question, Kei,” you softly replied. 

“No, you’re trying to act like you’re asking a question when really, you’re pokin’ the bear and killin’ my buzz.” 

His tone and words were harsh, but they were enough to coax you to speak your mind. You sat up and hugged your knees to your chest as you stared at him. “You never tell me about your scars.”

Hawks flinched at your statement and the ghosts of his scars littering his body seemed to itch. “That ain’t true.” 

“It is,” you protested, your voice strained with tears. “You never share anything with me. Nothing about your missions, your friends, your past, nothing. I feel like I barely know you and we’ve been together for years!” 

The frustration you were feeling was evident in your voice. Keigo sighed, placing his wine glass down. He looked at you, noticing how exhausted you looked—the dark circles under your eyes broke his heart. “I’s just hard, okay? It’s not that simple to just tell you shit like that.” 

“Even though I have?” you retorted harshly, giving him a fixed stare. “I’ve told you everything about me from the jump, Keigo. Even the things I wouldn’t even tell my closet friends! Don’t I deserve the same transparency?” 

Hawks heaved an exhausted sigh and ran his hands down his face. In the darkness behind his hands, he saw Twice’s body go limb, the blade of Hawks’ sword impaling his bod. “I’ve done some fucked up shit,” he whispered into his hands. 

You placed a hand on his back. “I’d never judge you,” you promised. "We all make mistakes and none of us are perfect.” 

‘But you are,’ he thought. You are more than perfect.

“I just can’t, okay?” he huffed, moving away from your touch. He ignored the hurt in your eyes. “Some things are just too painful to go back to, and I’d think with as much as you love and respect me, you’d respect my decision to keep things to myself.” 

“Well, I don’t!” you shouted abruptly, standing up to glare down at him.

Hawks stared up at you, feeling a flood of emotions begin to swarm him: gratefulness for your determination and stubbornness; confusion as to why you want someone like him; anger for your refusal to leave this alone. 

He just wants to protect you from the messiness of himself. Why can’t you see that? 

The words are out before he can stop them and he regrets having that second glass: “Why are you so hellbent on making me your fuckin’ project, huh?” he cooly asked you, his voice as cold as ice. 

He stood up too, giving you a sharp glare that made all of the color in your face drain.“You look at me like this tragic hero you’re tryna fix!” he snapped. “I may have a sob story, but I’m not a puzzle for you to figure out!” 

You gaped at him, your mouth open agape. “Are you serious?” you scoffed incredulously. “You’re not a project or a puzzle–you’re an amazing, passionate man that I adore and I just want to fuckin’ know you!” 

The scream ripped from your throat after being buried under months of frustration and stress. Hawks stood there, shocked, as you began to break down, your hands covering your face as you cried. "Is that too much?” you sobbed. “Why won’t you let me in? Why won’t you let me see you?” 

He could see every ounce of frustration and hurt that he was causing you begin to take its toll, rolling down your cheeks in fat tears that plopped onto the cherrywood floor below your painted toes. 

Hawks immediately strode over to you and closed the gap between your bodies by wrapping his arms around you. He held you as you quietly sobbed into his chest, gripping his arms as you did. He felt horrible. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.“It’s not that I don’t want to, baby bird. But I’m just too ugly.” 

You stared up at him, astounded at by confession. “Just trust me on this, okay? You’d need a fuckin’ team to help clean this mess up. I don’t want to burden you with that.” 

“But you’re not a burden!” you protested, tears in your pretty eyes. “You’re anything but a burden to me, Kei! I just wanna understand you.”

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Why do you feel the need to hide yourself from me?” you implored, begging him to answer. 

He groaned tiredly, gently taking your hands off of his face. “Y/N, just drop it, alright?” he implored. He turned, wanting to walk away from this entire situation. 

You followed, ever the stubborn one. “But why–“ 

“I said drop it!” he screamed, and his wings flared before he could stop himself, his feathers sharpening to points. You frozen immediately, your eyes widening in fear like a deer in headlights. 

He and you were both shocked at his sudden change in demeanor. He had never reacted this way towards you, because you were never perceived as a threat to him. But something in his hawk-like instincts saw you as one right now. In that brief moment, you were a villain to him, and that frightened him beyond words. 

Quickly, his muscles loosened and lowered his wings “Baby,” he began softly, wanting to apologize. But it was too late. Instantly, you turned around and sprinted away from him until you were up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door behind you again. 

Hawks was left standing there, feeling like the worse person on the planet. And he was.

His head began to fill with every negative thought that haunted him at night: You’re a monster. You’re a fake. You’re a horrible boyfriend. You don’t deserve her. You should just leave so she can find someone better. 

So what does Hawks do when his head is his worst enemy? He goes out and flies. 

He finished his wine before heading to his agency and getting the extra gear he kept in his office. He never told you he left; he knew you knew. He simply strode over to the balcony and took off from the terrance, his crimson wings flapping into the night. 

He has been out here since, desperately trying to clear his head as he stares into the sheets of rain. He stares up at the sky, watching the droplets fall. “Give me some answers here,” he pleads, not sure who he’s talking to–God; the rain; the universe. 

Almost as if he is heard, his work phone suddenly rings. He slips it out and looks down at the caller ID, finding the HPSC chief’s name on his screen. “Fuck,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. He knows that whatever it is, it can’t be good.

He answers the call with an annoyed, “Hawks.” 

“We need you out and patrolling,” the HPSC chief bluntly said, his voice gruff and aggressive.

“We got another tip on the villain that’s been terrorizing the city since the beginning of the month. A couple of civilians reported they spotted him near the bridge. We’ve already got Endeavor and a couple of others down there patrolling in different areas. We need you to join in case he attacks and civilians may need help.” 

Immediately, Hawks rises from his spot on the building and cracks his neck. “Got it. I’ll be there in five.”

As soon as he hangs up, he stretches out his wings and proceeds to head towards the bride that hangs above the Musutafu river, doing his best to fly among the pounding rain and thunder. 

When he finally makes it to the bridge, he finds himself breathless at the chaos: the bridge is completely cut in half, one of the sides slipping down into the murky depths of the blackened water below.

Vehicles slide across the asphalt into the water as passengers scramble to safety, being escorted by other heroes to the other side of the bridge that is still intact. Yellow, inflatable lifesaver boats bob against the black water below, catching people. 

The villain has already begun his attack. And if he’s that powerful to destroy a bridge, Hawks can’t be Keigo tonight. He has to be pro hero, Hawks. 

But before he springs any further into action, he quickly flies over to the rocks several feet away from the bridge onto the river’s shore. The only things here are the waves, the rain, and him. 

His hands shake as he dials your number, tiny, wavering breaths leaving his lips. He doesn’t know why he feels so small and so scared right now, but something about this mission and leaving things with you the way they are don’t sit right with him. 

So he calls you. When you don’t pick up, he expects it, but still, he to hear your voice before he goes into this fight. When the beep signals the beginning of his voicemail, he doesn’t have time to think of what to say. He just says it. 

“Hey, it’s me,” he sighs. “Agency called. They need me down at the bridge for an attack. We’ve been tryin’ to catch this guy for over a month now.”

He trails off, his brain trying to think of what else to tell you. Anything he’s sure he’d regret not saying sooner if he happens to kick the bucket tonight. 

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, but if that doesn’t happen…just know that I’m so sorry I’m so fucked up.”

He presses a fist to his pounding head, gritting his teeth in frustration. “I just don’t tell you about it, about me, because I don’t want you to worry and…” 

He pauses, gnawing at his bottom lip. The words push at his throat, threatening to rip from his chest. 

“‘Cause I love you,” he declares, strained and his heart pounding as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. “I’m so, so in love with you, and I’m so afraid that if I tell you why I am the way that I am, you’ll never love me or want me the same way. I…” 

He trails off, a sob leaving his mouth. He covers it at first, afraid someone might hear, but no one is around. No one but him.

“I’m so scared you’ll leave,” he confesses, his voice wavering. “But I just keep pushin’ you away from me. I keep fuckin’ this up for myself.” 

The dam behind his eyes breaks and he begins to softly sob, keeping himself as quiet as he can. How lame to be crying to your girlfriend in a voicemail. But as quickly as it happens, it ends and he pulls himself together. He clears his throat and takes his goggles off to wipe at his eyes.

“This voicemail didn’t go the way I wanted it to,” he chuckles dryly. “Just know that this is how I feel about you and I promise I’ll be home.” 

Without another word, he ends the voicemail and stares out at the bridge. The sound of terrified, panicked screams echoes in the wind. Hawks balls his hands into tight fists at his sides and takes flight.

Your POV

“Just take a deep breath, honey,” your friend soothes you over the phone. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

“But what if it’s not?” you pitifully sob into the phone. “He’s out there right now, I have no idea where he is, and the last thing on his mind is us fighting!” 

You’re sitting on the couch now, still in Hawks’ shirt. His coffee table is littered the opened bottle of Merlot that you started guzzling down and bits of weed from the clumsy blunt you rolled for yourself to soothe your nerves. 

None of that helped you, so now you’re here, about to tear your hair out. When Hawks left, you ventured out of the guest room to rummage through the wine and weed stash. “Anything that’s mine is yours, baby bird,” he told you with a smile.

That was the first time you had spent the night with him after a magical date and some even more magical sex. You had fallen hard, and him even harder…since the first day he saw you, in fact. 

Now here you are now, all stress and uncertainty and marijuana smoke in your lungs. “I should’ve never brought any of it up,” you lament. “I feel like a fuckin’ asshole.” 

“Sweetie, you’ve been with the guy for years!” your friend argues. “If he hasn’t opened up to you by now, he isn’t the one for you.” 

You know she’s right, but the idea of leaving Hawks pains you beyond words. You have too much invested into him to just leave. You knew what you were getting into the moment you decided to dive in a romantic relationship with him.

You told him (and yourself) that you were fine with the late nights where he’d be MIA and the missed calls. The constant wondering and worrying. The sneaking around and being discreet about your relationship for the sake of his status. 

All you want in return is some closeness. Some vulnerability. Something to make you feel like you’re wanted and cherished the way you want and cherish him. You sometimes question if you’re asking for too much from him, knowing how hard his job is. 

But even so, the yearning to know his secrets still pushes at you every time he brushes off a new scar or a stress-fueled vent. And though you respect him enough to leave it alone, you know you need more. 

“Has he even told you he loves you?” your friend asks, bringing you back down to earth. 

You flush at her words. “We haven’t gotten there yet,” you reply, almost embarrassed. “I’ve been holding back telling him because I know his job is hard and…” 

‘And I don’t wanna scare him,’ you think. You know this is the longest relationship Hawks has ever had. You as well, but with Hawks, it’s different. You feel safe with him. You can be wholeheartedly and undoubtedly yourself.

You love him, but you keep it inside. All to keep him comfortable. 

“Now what if I don’t get the chance to tell him at all?” you ask, quickly beginning to cry again. Every word left unspoken begins to bubble at your throat, coming out in anguished sobs. 

“Just rest for now and when he comes home, give him time to decompress,” your friend suggested. “Then tomorrow, you can apologize and talk about what happened. Simple, right?” You nod, but you still feel that twist in your gut at the idea of tomorrow. 

What if he isn’t here tomorrow? What if you pushed him so hard that he left? Or what if something worse happens? “Just sleep, honey.”

Your friend’s words drift to your ear again like a prayer; beacons in the void of darkness. “Everything is going to be okay.” 

Though you don’t really believe her, you do as she says. After she hangs up, you clean up and venture back to the bed to sleep off your frustrations. The effects of the wine and the blunt combined with the aftermath of crying hit you immediately, making it easy to drift off. 

You sleep for over three hours until you awaken in the darkness of the guest room. Groggily, you look at the clock: 2:04 AM. Immediately, you reach for your phone which you put on DND. There, on the screen, are one missed call and one voicemail from Hawks. 

Your heart skips a beat and the fogginess of sleep leaves your head. Quickly, you click on the message and put it on speaker, placing your phone flat on the bed. You bring your knees to your chest and hug yourself, tucking your nose into Hawks’ shirt collar, breathing in his cologne. 

The beginning of the message is disoriented and loud, the sound of the wind cutting through before you hear Hawks’ beautiful, silky voice. As soon as you hear him, you’re calm. 

The mention of a villain attack makes your stomach drop, but as he continues and you anticipate his next words, nothing prepares you for them. As soon as you hear those three little words that mean so much to so many, your breath hitches and you come back to life, feeling like you’ve been dead all night. 

His voice to trembles and waivers, hitching as he begins to cry. You’ve never heard him cry before. Your heart aches for him, your body desperate to be against his. He’s so afraid of fucking up. Of pushing you away.

“No,” you whisper, beginning to cry yourself. The fact that he’s felt this way for so long, suffering in silence, is a reality that is worse than anything you could’ve imagined. 

When the voicemail ends, you sit there in silence. All you can think about is one thing that you still cannot believe is a fact as true as day: ‘He loves me.’ 

Suddenly, everything makes sense and the world is clearer to you. All the uncertainty and doom you felt has vanished, replaced with a fluttering in your heart that belongs only to Hawks.

Delirious with need, you jump out of bed and search for clothes. ‘I have to go find him. I need to see him!’ 

But a sound stops you short from pulling on some sweats. It is the click of the balcony doors opening. “Hawks,” you immediately whisper to yourself.

Then, louder, “Hawks!” as you race out of the bedroom just in time to see him walking through the doors after landing on the terrace. 

“Baby!” you gasp, every emotion hitting you at once. The only light is from the big, silver moon illuminating your winged hero while the rest of him is shrouded in darkness. 

“Hey,” he tiredly greets you. You feel like God as blessed you bringing him home in one piece. Now, you can really tear into his ass. “Why didn’t you call and tell me you’d be back?” you snap, not daring to let him rest for a second. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I was gonna…” 

Your words die in your throat when the moon shines on the fresh bruises and scratches Hawks is sporting. He doesn’t look that bad, but you can tell his right eye socket is swelling and his wings look ragged and worn.

“Baby,” you softly gasp, the word almost getting caught in your throat.

“You listen to my voicemail?” he curiously asks. You nod slowly, mouth still open in awe.

“A villain destroyed the bridge and nearly had every vehicle goin’ into the river. He has the ability to extend his limbs.” He huffs in annoyance. “Motherfucker looked like Doc Ock.” 

“Is everyone okay?” you softly ask. 

“After we got to him, yeah,” he replies, kicking off his boots. “It took awhile, but he was in cuffs after the scuffle.” 

“That’s good,” you reply, relief filling you. Mostly at the fact that he’s still here, alive and breathing. Silence falls between you, tense and filled with unspoken words. 

You nervously wriggle your fingers, feeling small under his unwavering gaze. “Listen, Kei. I’ve been goin’ crazy in here ever since you left and I’m so, so sorry for–“ 

Hawks suddenly puts up a hand to silence you. Your abruptly stop and you button your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. You wonder if he can hear how loud it is because you sure can. It is pumping wildly in your ears, making you even more of a nervous wreck. 

“You probably already know a lot of what I’m about to say, but I’m goin’ to tell you properly because you deserve it.” He takes a deep breath, preparing himself. You stay silent and patient, waiting for him to come to grips with whatever he is fighting. 

“I suppose I should be grateful that eight-armed dickhead decided to cause commotion tonight,” he dryly chuckles. “I had went out to clear my head; to distract myself. What better way to do all that than to kick some ass and save some lives?” 

He unzips his jacket and lets it fall to the floor, revealing his shirt and toned arms underneath. “But while I was doin’ all of that, all I could think about tonight was you.” 

His gaze soften as he looks at you. Your heart pumps a bit faster. “I thought to myself, ‘when I finally put this motherfucker behind bars, I’m going home’.” 

He steps toward you, eyes still locked with yours, never wavering. It makes you tremble in your position. “‘And as soon as I get home, I’m falling to my knees, begging for forgiveness, and showin’ my baby all of me because she fucking deserves it’.” 

He takes another two steps toward you before suddenly dropping to his knees in front of you. “So this is me doin’ all of that now.”

He leans toward you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so his face is pressed into your stomach. You stare at him in awe, unable to speak. You’re afraid that if you do, the moment will disappear and so will he. 

“I never said it before ‘cause I was afraid it wasn’t the right time or I’d end up fuckin’ everything up for myself. Loving someone always seems to backfire on me.” He strokes your thigh, holding onto your hip. “So I kept it in, just like everything I haven’t told you.” 

His hands, so careful yet so strong, trail up your hips and ball into his shirt, gripping the fabric. When his hands and shoulders begin to tremble, you realize he’s crying. You’ve never seen him cry before. It is a sight you never want to see again. 

“I’m a mess, baby bird,” he tearfully says. “When we met for the first time, I never wanted you to see any of that. I didn’t even want this to turn into what it is now, but I’m so, so grateful it hasn’t.”

He looks up at you, eyes red and wet with tears. “I’m so happy you didn’t leave.” 

Your heart wrenches at the sight of your boyfriend–so sad and so broken. You wrap your arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head in one of your hands. “Keigo, I’d never leave you.” Your fingers caress his blonde curls, stroking his head softly. “I promise.” 

“You can’t promise me that,” he croaks, shaking his head. “How do you know you won’t get tired of me? How do you know I won’t scare you off?” 

“Keigo, you’re scaring me now,” you confess, feeling your own fresh set of tears beginning to make an appearance. “I’m scared we won’t make it because you refuse to open up to me.” 

Hawks’ expression changes to one of confusion, his eyes narrowing as he scowls at you.

“So you’re tellin’ me that if I tell you all about my childhood, you promise you won’t leave?” he asks, a bite in his voice. “If I tell you about the abuse, the trauma, the shit I witnessed from my own parents, being abandoned by my mother, learnin’ that the same man who saved me and inspired me to become a hero is a fuckin’ child abuser, you’d stay?” 

You stare down at him, dumbfounded and horrified. You never knew any of this, though you did know the part about Endeavor being abusive since it was all over the news. But that other stuff? Hawks kept entirely to himself, leaving you in the dark. 

“What about the scars?” He moves away from you slightly to strip himself of his shirt, revealing a very impressive, toned upper body and a slew of scars–some new and some healed. 

“All the training I was forced to undergo. Some that have barely healed from nearly dying during missions. This burn here that I got tryna save a fuckin’ villain.” He points at the burn on his jaw and your stomach lurches. 

“Twice?” you ask, your eyes wide. “You tried to save Twice?”

You know a little bit about this event, mostly because it was publicized everywhere and Hawks was forced to tell you some of what happened after he had nightmares. But now that a year has gone by and most of the LOV are either dead or in prison, it has become old news. People have moved on. 

But Hawks hasn’t. He visibly cringes at the sound of Twice’s name, the trauma still fresh. “And what about him?” he demands, his voice cracking. “What about the fact that I fucking killed him?” 

He crumbles again, his lips trembling and eyes welling with tears. You instantly wrap your arms around him and hold him, cradling his head. “I feel like a fucking monster,” he sobs into your stomach, gripping you for dear life. “I feel like I’m drowning and I’m gonna pull you right in with me. I don’t want that. I just wanna make you happy…” 

His fingers slide under your shirt to expose your stomach and he presses his face there, wetting your skin with tears. “Can you really love a monster like me?” he whispers against your skin. 

He begins to cry again, his body wracked with sobs and soft whines that tear at your soul. A lone tear drips down your face as you continue to cradle your boyfriend like he’s a child.

You picture him as a little boy, roaming the streets of his home, doing anything and everything to survive because no one cared enough to care for him. You’ll make sure that never happens again. You swear it. 

Gently pushing him away, you take his hands into yours and join him on the floor. He stares at you in awe, eyes red and face wet. “I have two answers for you,” you gently coo, smoothening his hair back. “To answer your first question is yes, I promise I’ll stay as long as you show me everything.” 

You cup his jaw and caress the burn scar. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, tears sparkling on his blonde lashes. “I want it all, Keigo: the scars; the bruises; the wounds. Tell me every secret you have; every dream and aspiration; every fear that keeps you up at night.” 

You lean in to kiss the burn then his bruised eye. “Let me take all of it, especially your pain.” 

You continue to kiss his face before trailing down to his neck and shoulders; his arms and collarbone; his chest and pert nipples. You kiss every bruise, scar, and burn you find, your fingers trailing over them. You treasure every soft moan and gasp he lets out, happy to have them over sobs and whines of anguish. 

“I don’t wanna fix you–I just wanna water you; nurture you; watch you grow the way you’ve done me.” You look at him then, cupping his face in your hands. “I just wanna love you the way you deserve to be loved.” 

His eyes widen an inch at your confession. “Yes, I love you,” you softly giggle. “That’s my answer to your second answer…but you’re not a monster, Kei. You’re just a human, even with these big ass wings.” 

You gently tickle a wing with your fingers, making him laugh under his breath. “You’re an intelligent, strong, beautiful man who deserves every inch of my love.” You lean toward him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You breathe in his scent of sweat and cologne, committing it to memory. 

Hawks holds you to him, cradling your head to his neck. His hold on you is fierce and passionate, validating his feelings for you even before he utters them. “I really love you, you know that?” he whispers against your ear.

Your heart jumps and a joyful grin stretches across your face. You look up at him, tracing every single feature of his pretty face with your eyes. “I do now,” you softly reply. 

He smiles at this, the act finally reaching his beautiful eyes. You trail your thumb over his bottom lip, your stomach curling at the plumpness of it. “Wanna smoke?” you ask, raising a playful eyebrow. 

At the mention of rolling up, his wings ruffle excitedly and you giggle. “I thought you’d never ask,” he sighs, sounding like he needs it.

With no hesitation, you help him to his feet and proceed to set up. You ask him to roll the blunt which he does, his fingers and tongue working expertly to tighten the blunt in a way you can’t. 

But then again, he has always been good with his hands and mouth. 

After he finishes, you begin to pass the blunt back and forth between each other as you play your music from your phone, the sound of SZA filling the living room. Soon, you’re feeling light as a feather. Your body and mind are relaxed, especially feeling the solid chest of your man underneath you as you lie against him. 

Soon, the blunt lays in an ashtray. You reach for it and take a puff, the end of the blunt turning red like a firefly. As soon as the smoke hits your lungs, you’re falling deeper into that sea of bliss.

You look up at Hawks, finding his eyes fluttered closed. At first you think he’s asleep, but his arm circling around your waist tells you different. 

“Feelin’ good, Kei?” you coo to him, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips. You desperately want to kiss them. “Mmm,” he hummed, a content smile on his pretty face. The sight makes you giggle. 

You start to laugh even more when he suddenly circles his other arm around you and pulls you into his lap. “Don’t want you to leave,” he mutters to you as he grips your waist, firmly holding you to him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his forehead. “You have me,” you whisper to him. He looks up at you, eyes slightly red and glinting with adoration for you. “And you have me,” he replies, soft conviction in his voice. 

“Promise?” you utter hopefully. He slowly nods, staring at you the same way you do him: intensely; adoringly. Your fingers trail up his chest, his heart pounding underneath your fingertips.

The want and need for Hawks and his body dawns on you quickly, quickly taking its toll on you. Your nipples harden and your thighs squeeze together as you begin to strip him out of his clothes with your eyes.

“Prove it then,” you demand, need crawling into your voice. “Prove how much you love me. Prove to me that things will be different.” 

Realization alights in Hawks’ eyes and his expression darkens slightly. It excites you. He coaxes you off of his lap before standing to meet you. “C’mere,” he coos, already taking your hand in his. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You nod, excitement and anticipation filling your core as he leads you up the steps and straight down the hall to his master bedroom. 

The bathroom is by far the most beautiful room in your penthouse, complete with marbled sink counters, a whirlpool tub, and a walk-in shower with a sliding glass door and one of those shower heads that looks like a rainforest waterfall. 

You watch, trembling in anticipation as Hawks gets the shower ready. He makes sure it’s at the right temperature before turning to face you, lust in his eyes. He begins to undress himself, taking everything off until he’s standing before you, completely bare. 

You’re silent, unable to speak. You’re too tongue-tied at the sight of your man’s body displayed before you like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He is not extremely buff, but he still has some impressive muscles, including well-defined abs and a V-line that trails down to his tufts of darker blonde curls that you desperately want to venture towards. 

His gorgeous, muscled body is unfortunately scarred as well, fresh bruises and cuts coating his skin from the mission he just completely tonight. In addition, he still has scars from where Dabi burned him a years ago, the skin tight and pruned. You feel tears prick your eyes, realizing that it’s quite possible that you would’ve never seen his gorgeous body again. 

You close the gap between you and lay your hands flat on his chest. With your eyes locked with his, you begin to kiss every single old scar and bruise that adorns his soft, tanned skin. You’re careful with those that look fresh, making sure to skip those and focus on the ones that have been on Hawks body for months if not years. 

As you do, you find pleasure in the tiny sighs and groans that leave his lips, knowing he’s enjoying this TLC. It makes you feel good to know you’re making him feel good. You want him to know you enjoy every single part of him, no matter if he’s scarred or not. You think he’s beautiful. 

Finally, he pulls you away and gives you an excitably, darkened stare. You know what he wants now. Quickly, you go to strip yourself of his shirt, but he stops you.

“Let me,” he gently orders, and you let your arms go limp at your sides. He presses his lips to yours and pulls you into a passionate, wet kiss as his hands slide up under his shirt. 

You softly moan into his mouth as you feel his hand on your bare skin. “You look so fuckin’ good in my clothes,” he whispers against your lips. “Even when you’re pissed at me, you still wear my shit.” 

He brings the shirt up more, exposing your panties, stomach, and bare breasts to him. He groans as he pulls the shirt up over your head and flings it across the bathroom before ducking down to play with your tits. He latches one of the hardened peaks of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. 

You moan a little louder, your hands grasping his shoulders. “Missed you,” you softly utter, biting back another moan as his tongue teases your hardened nipple. He peers up at you, smiling. “I missed you too, baby,” he whispers. “So much.” 

He presses his lips to your other breast, his fingers sliding down your sides. “M’so sorry for everything. I never should’ve pushed you away. I–“ 

“Hush,” you say, pressing a hand to his cheek. He looks up at you, regret in his eyes. “Show me how sorry you are now.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Immediately, he stands and takes your hand to walk you into the steaming-hot shower. As soon as you are under the jets of hot water, Hawks pushes you against the tiled wall and presses a passionate kiss to your lips. 

You moan softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer to you; as close as he can possibly be. He puts one hand above your head against the wall as he begins to grind his hips into yours, his pelvis pressing delightfully up against your clit.

You whimper into his neck as he continues to move against you, his lips caressing your neck and that spot behind your ear that makes your pussy wet and your nipples tingle. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he coos. “So beautiful…so sexy…and you’re so mine.” 

The feeling is too much. It overpowers you, making you delirious with need. “I’m all yours,” you practically sob. “Please, Kei; don’t tease me.” 

Hawks moves his head away from your neck to smirk at you. “And so impatient,” he chuckles. His hand sneaks between your thighs where he presses his index and middle fingers between your pussy lips. 

You gasp at the sensation of his touch, your clit jumping against his palm. “Naughty girl. You’re already wet for me,” he groans. “I suppose you’ve been waitin’ long enough though. Time to show you how sorry I am.” 

After sucking on his fingers, he proceeds to get onto his knees and press his lips against your inner thigh before showering your pussy in kisses that quickly turn into open-mouthed sucks and licks that have you seeing stars. Your hands grab his shoulders, gripping them tightly as his tongue licks every bit of your pussy up, his lips pillowy-soft against your clit. 

“Fuck, Keigo,” you moan, leaning your head back against the shower wall. “You’re so good at this.” 

He moans into your pussy in response, lashing his tongue in different shapes across your clit. When he suddenly hooks your leg over his shoulder, you squeak in surprise.

He looks up at you, eyes shining and a love-drunk look on his face. “I gotchu you, baby,” he coos, staring up at you lovingly. “You know I do, don’t you?” 

Then he’s diving back in, one hand gripping your thigh hiked up to his ear and the other holding you steady by your hip. You’re losing your shit, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his shoulder for dear life. “Shit, Kei!” you cry out, your cries of ecstasy echoing off the shower walls. “Fuck, baby, that feels so…oh, my God!” 

Meanwhile, Hawks won’t shut the fuck up about how amazing and pretty your pussy is. “You have the prettiest fuckin’ pussy, Mommy,” he coos into your clit, his words slightly muffled. “You’re always so open n’ wet for me. How could I ever neglect this cunt?” 

His words ignite something in you that have you crumbling, all self-control abandoned. The porn-worthy sounds slipping from your lips are drowned out from the sound of the shower as he continues to go waaaaay down south, never letting up.

It doesn't take long for that knot in your core to begin to tighten, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “I’m close!” you whimper. “So close! Don’t stop!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Hawks mumbles into your pussy, still flicking that magical tongue. But when he inserts a finger and curls it up against your G-spot, you just about see God.

“Go ahead and cum for me, Mommy,” he practically begs you, his finger encouraging you further. “Cum for me. Cum all over my face.” 

Your eyes close, plummeting you into darkness as your peak begins to dawn closer and closer the faster Hawks finger fucks you. “Please, Mommy,” he pleads. “I need you. Need all of you.”

He dives back into your pussy, sucking on your clit softly in time with his finger stroking your insides and your G-spot. 

Finally, finally, you fall off that hill and cum all over your man’s face as requested. Hawks moans and whines in appreciation as you scream his name, nearly losing your voice.

He grips your hips with such force that you can’t move as he licks you clean, his tongue carefully licking over and around your sensitive pussy. When he finally pulls away, his hair is wet and his face gleams with your cum. 

You help him up and clean his face off, running your thumbs over his plump lips. “That was amazing,” you breathlessly giggle. Hawks smiles proudly at you, happy with the praise. “I try.” 

You press a passionate kiss to his mouth, rendering him speechless afterwards. “Now, it’s your turn.”

A newfound boldness courses through your veins as you press down onto his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the bench. “You sure, baby bird?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to–“ 

“Nah,” you interrupt him firmly. “I’m gettin’ that dick down my throat and you’re gonna enjoy every single second of it.”

You settle down onto your knees in between his thighs, your hands trailing up his legs. “My amazing hero deserves it.” 

Keeping your eyes locked with his, your nails gently graze up and down his thighs, earning a shiver and a delicious moan that escapes his luscious mouth. His cock quickly hardens even more between his legs, dripping with pre-cum all for you. 

Without wasting anymore time, you wrap your hand around the base of his length and begin to light peppering his dick in kisses, playing close attention to the sensitive spot at the underside of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed. You stare up at him, his dickhead in your face, near your lips.

“You deserve all of this, honey,” you coo before you wrap your lips around his cock. You take your time with sucking him off, starting by sucking on the pink dickhead as you slowly pump your hand up and down, spitting onto his dick if necessary. 

By the time you take him deeper into your mouth, Hawks’ dick is nice and slick with water and your spit, allowing him to easily slip into your mouth. You continue to pump him up and down, stroking the rest of the length that you can’t fit in your mouth. 

You swirl your tongue around his head and along his dick, loving how warm his skin is, his masculine scent, and the taste of salt on your tastebuds. You commit all of it to memory, including his beauty face etched in pleasure. 

You take a bit more of him, your mouth stretching around his thick cock, but you don’t do it enough to hit the back of your throat. Not yet. 

Hawks is in his world. His blonde brows are knitted together in concentration while his chest heaves up and down. His hand immediately goes to your hair as he watches you bob your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that,” he hisses. “S-So good, Mommy!”

His hand travels to the back of your head and gently pushes you down, causing his dick to slip farther into your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat finally, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. He keeps his hand on your head as you begin to gag on his cock, your throat pumping up and down, back and forth. 

Despite the year you’ve been with him, you still can’t believe how big he is. He practically fills your throat, stretching out the wet, inner walls until your jaw aches and your eyes begin to tear. But you do it for him and those lovely sounds dripping from his lips.

“Fuck, baby bird!” He groans through gritted teeth. “So good! I fuckin’ love your mouth!” His toes curl beside your naked thighs, his hand in your hair and gripping it tightly. 

You continue to give him the gluck-gluck 3000, taking extra care to fondle his balls with your other hand. He loves that. He’s a whimpering, whining mess as you continue your work, working him so good that he’s seeing stars. You want to show him you can take everything. 

Finally, he growls deep in his throat and wrenches your head away from his dick. “Enough,” he firmly says. You gasp as you pop off of his dick, a string of saliva following him in his wake as he pulls his dick out of your mouth that droops from your bottom lip. 

You softly pant, catching your breath but also to calm yourself down. You’re becoming hornier by the second. Your pussy is wet and wanting, desperate to be filled, leaving you to rub your thighs together to give yourself some relief. Hawks’ eyes are blown with lust, filling you with excitement and a slight twinge of fear. “Get up,” he demands. 

You oblige and stand on shaky legs. You fortunately don’t have to move on your own. Keigo does the work for you. In an instant, he is behind you with his hands on your hips, forcing you to bend forward. With a squeak, your hands fly to the shower wall and your back arches, presenting your ass and dripping cunt to your boyfriend. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he growls, giving your ass a sharp smack that echoes off the shower walls. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you?” he hisses, spanking you again. “Nobody could ever make you feel like this, could they?” 

You whimper, the stinging of his spanks making your pussy tingle. He spanks you again, harder this time, and you yelp. “I didn’t hear that, gorgeous,” he snickers. “Louder for me.” You whimper when you suddenly feel his cock slide against your pussy, nudging your sensitive clit. 

“Yes!” you wail out. “No one makes me feel like you do, Daddy!” You turn to look at him, arching your pretty ass further into him and whining your hips around for him. “Please, please fuck me, Kei. I can’t take much more!” 

Hawks watches your hips and ass, slowing growing more and more needy by the second. 

“Fuck!” The word leaves his lips in a hiss. He instantly grabs your hips, lines his dick up, and sinks inside of you. Finally home. 

A gasp falls from your open mouth as he sinks in deeper, stretching you out. No matter how many times you do this with him, you’ll always feel full with him. 

Hawks holds your hips and slowly begins to roll his hips into you, sending your clit into hyperdrive with pleasure. You’re a mess at this point, grinding your ass back into him despite his slow pace. “Hawks,” you whine in need. 

Hawks chuckles, still rolling his hips, his dick pumping in and out of you slowly. “Patience, baby. I wanna make it last.” He suddenly lets go of your hips and grabs your tits, squeezing them in his palms and emitting gasps from you. 

“You’re mine, you understand?” He growls into your ear. “You’re. Fuckin’. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by sudden, rough trusts that make your eyes blow and your mouth fall open in a wordless, pleasured O. 

Hawks begins to go faster, snapping his hips forward as the water continues to fall around you in sheets. The only sounds are of the water hitting the shower floor, skin slapping against wet skin, and your breathless moans and gasps of pleasure as Hawks continues to pummel your cunt. You go to rub your clit as he does, but he shoos it away and does it for you, rubbing the bud in time with his relentless thrusts. 

“No, no, no, baby,” he coos into your ear. “I told you you’re mine. Which means this is my pussy too.” 

His other hand suddenly moves to your leg and lifts it up, just enough for you to feel his cock sink deeper into your walls. “Oh, my God!” you holler, your head falling back in pure ecstasy as Hawks continues to fuck you silly with your leg up and his hand on your clit. “Shit, Kei, I’m gonna cum soon!” 

You can feel your orgasm quickly building, that knot in your core about to snap. Hawks moves his body closer to yours and pushes it against the wall, causing your tits to squish erotically against the wet shower door. 

“Do it, baby,” he growls into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick. Your dick.” 

His words send you over the edge. You tumble down that hill hard and fall into a sea of bliss as your second orgasm washes over you. All you can say is his name as you cum all over his cock that has begun to replace its fast pumps with slow strokes, Hawks’ hips doing wonders behind you. 

He holds you to him as you continue to cum, breathlessly moaning into your ear. “You’re so good for me, baby,” he whispers, peppering the side of your face in kisses. “So tight…gonna make me cum soon too…” 

“Do it,” you beg him. “Please cum for me. Cum inside me, Daddy.” 

You’re delirious with need for him, all logic going out the window. You and Hawks have always been careful, leading to him usually pulling out before nutting. But after tonight, you want all of him. 

“No.” Hawks’ voice is firm and deep, almost a monstrous growl. It renders you speechless as he suddenly slips out of you and places your leg down. Before you can process what’s happening, he twirls you around and scoops you up into his arms. 

You squeak in surprise at the sudden action, but say nothing as he slides the bathroom door open and exits the shower, causing the water to cut off. He is swift and quick as he makes the trip from his bathroom to his master bedroom.

He wastes no time tossing you onto the bed. You gasp as you bounce slightly against the mattress, still wet and naked from the shower. 

When you finally settle onto your back, you stare up at him in confusion. “What are you doing?” you ask, a little giggle leaving your lips. But you stop when you get a good look at him. 

In the dim light of the moon that shines through the window, Hawks looks less than human: his eyes are a dark gold and glowing brightly as he stares down at you, his crimson-colored wings fluffier and frazzled as if someone has touched them too much and caused them to become oversensitive. 

Gone is the Hawks you know, replaced with a man starving for release and you. He suddenly gets on top of you, pinning your hands over your head with one hand. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby girl,” he softly growls to you. “I’m gonna put your pretty ass into a mating press. Then I’m gonna fuck you deep, hard, and fast until I spray my cum all in that pretty lil’ pussy of yours. Then, when I’m done, I’m gonna pull out and spray you in the rest of it so people will know you’re mine. And you’re gonna like all of it and take all of it like my good little slut.” 

He leans down so his nose is pressed against yours, his face like a full moon emerging in the sky. “Is that clear?” he gutturally asks. 

Fear and arousal curl in your stomach, chasing each other around so one can be dominating your body and mind. You don’t know how you manage to speak–your mouth is so dry–but you do. A tiny “yes, Daddy” leaves your lips as your pussy throbs and begs for him. 

“I understand,” you whisper. “Please fuck me.” 

That is all Hawks needs. In a blink of an eye, your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s sinking his cock deep inside of you. A loud moan leaves your lips as he fills you to the brim, so deep that his balls hit your ass and his pelvis presses against your sensitive clit. You swear he’s never been so deep inside of you before. You can almost feel him in your stomach! 

Hawks leans down so you’re face to face, chest to chest. “Can you feel me, baby?” he coos against your lips. “Is it too much for you? Am I fillin’ that poor pussy up too much?” 

You whine in response, your hands gripping his shoulders. He wolfishly grins down at you, loving your submissive, dumb little state. “Don’t worry; you can take it. You’re a big girl, right?” 

He begins to rut into you, hips snapping against yours and cock pumping deep into your pussy. “Right?” he growls, purposely angling his hips to aim at your G-spot. 

You’re seeing the entire galaxy now, your pussy spasming around his dick that mercilessly strokes your walls. When he begins to slow down to tease you, you open your mouth to cuss him out, but all that leaves is a high-pitched, incoherent whine. 

Hawks laughs right in your face, loving this shit.‘Bastard,’ you think, the only clear thought in your dicked-down, fucked-out mind that isn’t the pleasure or the scent of your boyfriend. ‘Two can play at this game, bitch.’ 

You then take two of your fingers and proceed to lightly stroke Hawks’ feathers, taking extra care to touch each overly-sensitive, buttery-soft feather. It is enough to have Hawks’ eyes widening and his body tensing. You smirk up at him and his reaction, continuing to torture him. “Somethin’ wrong, baby?” you innocently coo. 

You then move your hands to the tips of his feathers and stroke them one at a time, running the tips of your fingers over each of them. He lets out a high-pitched whine that has your pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. “D-Don’t!” He cutely begs. “Gonna cum if you do that, Mommy!” 

“Then you’d better fuck me harder then, baby boy.” You lock your legs tighter around him, locking him in. “Cum inside of me,” you demand.

Hawks doesn’t need to be told twice. He snaps back into position and continues to pummel your cunt, his hips snapping forward again and again, driving his cock deeper into you. You gasp and moan beneath him, egging him on as you bounce against the mattress that shakes with the force of his thrusts. 

“Yes, baby!” you moan loudly, your voice bouncing off the walls. “That’s it! Keep going! M’so close!” 

You continue to stroke his wings, up and down, in circles, in aimless patterns that start to lose shape as he starts fucking you harder. His hands suddenly take your legs off his shoulder and pin your open thighs down as far as they’ll go as he settles deeper into you, practically mounting you now. 

“You see it now?” he hums hotly against your mouth. “You see how much I love you? How much I need you?”

You can’t answer him because he is now kissing you, passionate, and rough. It has you seeing stars and barely catching your breath as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. 

Finally, you begin to feel it: his cock swelling inside of you, signaling the beginning of his end. You look up at Hawks and find his eyes locked with yours, blonde locks in his face and sweat coating his body.

“Gonna cum,” he warns. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Fill you with all of me. Gonna fuckin’ nut…” 

You deliriously nod as your pussy spasms and your clit jumps, your third orgasm of the night present. “Me too!” you cry out. “Cum with me, Kei! Fill me up! Make me yours!” 

Hawks doesn’t need you to say anything more. He swoops down to press his mouth to yours in an open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss, eating the sounds of your pleasure up as you finally cum all over his cock. 

He cums too, spilling his seed inside of you without a warning or a second though. A loud moan of your name and a whine of ecstasy leaves his lips as he cums, his hips stilling against yours. 

You feel his cum stream inside of you, warm and overflowing. So much so that your mouth drops open and your eyes widen, the feeling foreign and intense. He coats your inside in all of his nut and doesn’t stop fucking you until his cum is finally dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. 

Hawks pulls out of you quickly, making you whine at the sudden loss. His cum spills out of your pussy, the sight of it lewd yet so arousing. “God, that’s so hot!” he groans, pumping his dick in front of you, his shaft slick with his cum and yours. “Makes me wanna cum again.” 

He suddenly scrambles on top of you and straddles your chest, his dick now in your face. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he growls. You do so, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for all of him to coat it. 

Hawks cums again, tossing his head back and moaning to the ceiling, his voice echoing off the walls. His cum coats your mouth and tastebuds as well as your tits and face, causing your eyes to flutter shut to avoid getting nut in your eyes. He coats every single inch of your skin in his cum, marking you completely as his. You feel like you’re his now, and you love every inch of it. 

When you finally open your eyes, your face is wet and sticky with cum as are your chest, lips, pussy, and ass. Hawks is coming down from his high, his dick growing soft and eyes dimming.

When he finally comes to and gets a look at you, he grows as red as his feathers. “Fuck, look at you!” he gasps, horrified. “Don’t move. Lemme go get a towel.” 

He nearly falls out of the bed trying to get up fast enough to go run to the bathroom. You lie there, covered in cum and sedated by your three orgasms of the night. And then you begin to laugh. They come up in short giggles that reach hysteria until you’re full on guffawing in Hawks’ bed. 

When he finally comes back with a soft towel wet with warm water and a glass of water, he stares at you in confusion. “What?” He asks. 

“Nothin’,” you giggle. “That was just…really nice.” 

You smile sweetly at him as he crawls onto the bed and proceeds to clean you up. He moves the wet towel across your sticky, sweat and cum-soaked skin until you’re finally free of it all. Then he moves to the bedside table to get the massage oil that he’s used on you and himself many times. 

You smile contently as you watch him squirt the tropical-scented oil into his hands and rub them together. He takes his time and is extra careful with your legs as he moves each one into his hands, starting from your feet to your thighs to kneed the tender flesh and massage the oil into your skin. 

His hands are warm and feel so nice against your body as he rubs you down, now moving to your stomach and shoulders. He then works on your arms and hands, taking each finger and gently tugging on each one. 

He is an expert, paying close attention to your bones and muscles on your hand. You can’t help but be aroused from it, loving the way he takes care of you. 

When he finishes with the front, he turns you onto your stomach and coaxes you to lie flat on the mattress. After he gets more oil, he continues to massage your body, his knuckles pushing into your back muscles and hands kneading the globes of your ass. 

Your head falls onto the bed in utter pleasure and relaxation, making your muscles less tense and loose. “Mmm,” you moan as Hawks’ fingers start to kneed into the bones of your shoulders. 

“Feelin’ good, baby bird?” he hums happily. You nod lazily and he laughs, continuing to work your body into an absolute puddle. 

You love this: the tenderness that comes after some good sex. All you smell are your boyfriend and the massage oil, the scents relaxing you even further and pushing you towards sleep. 

When it’s finally over, Hawks scoops you off of the bed and you let him, too relaxed and exhausted to do it yourself. “Come on, gorgeous,” he coos. “Let’s get you into bed.” 

He coaxes you under the covers before settling in beside you. As soon as he’s in bed with you, you snuggle up against his side and he wraps his arms around you, holding you closer than close. 

“Love you,” he murmurs against your forehead that he lays kisses upon. “Love you so much.” 

“I love you too, Kei,” you whisper into his neck, breathing in his smell. Your hand falls to his chest and presses against his heart, feeling it beat against your palm. “I always will.” 

He stares down at you, his gaze soft yet serious. “Then if you ain’t too tired, you in the mood for a very sad backstory?” he asks, a wry smirk playing at his lips. 

Suddenly, all sleepiness and the fog of relaxation are gone. You sit up onto your elbow, your heart beating a bit faster. Hawks is still staring at you, dead serious and waiting for a response. You give it to him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his face as you do. “Always,” you whisper against his lips. 

Hawks smiles and presses another kiss to your lips before you lay back down beside him, mentally and emotionally preparing for his story. 

He doesn’t look at you as he prepares himself, mentally pulling back the pages to the book of his life that he swore not to tell you. But after tonight, that promise is broken. 

“It all starts on little island of Kyushu,” he begins softly. 

THE END. 

[shark-lover14]

If anyone with tadc spoilers comes near me I will personally hit them with my car GTFO!!!

[estchiyu]

moral of the story: stay alive

[serohantaswife]

would the mha guys be girl dads or boy dads??

includes: eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, and sero hanta

In my eyes Eijirou is 100% a dad to both, he’d have three boys and then finally one little girl who is beyond spoiled. He loves having a bigger family and definitely would’ve kept trying if you hadn’t had your daughter when you did.

You do occasionally have to remind him that your boys are still babies too in the very beginning and he feels awful when he sees how left out your sons feel.

Your boys are just like their dad when it comes to being manly but they are the biggest sweethearts! You and your daughter both get four bouquets of flowers each on your birthdays or other holidays, one from each of your boys.

All three of your sons fight over who gets to hold the baby or who she likes more almost constantly, even into adulthood.

Eijirou likes to say your kids are spoiled sweet, they almost always get what they want but they’re so grateful and love to use it to help others!

I imagine most of them have their dad’s shark toothed smile, I feel bad if you decide to breastfeed and they bite you once they start teething.

Eiji is definitely a little jealous when your kids have a favorite hero that isn’t him. Your boys favorite hero’s respectively are Dynamite, Chargebolt, and Creati, your daughter’s favorite is also Dynamight.

Speaking of Dynamight, “uncle Suki” surprisingly spoils your kiddos. He goes all pity for them on holidays and birthdays because he “can’t have some extra outshining” him.

Your kids live to get into trouble with any of yours and Eijirous old friends. You can’t count how many times Denki has riled them up when they’re supposed to be sound asleep in bed.

Overall Eijirou is the best, sweetest, and most supportive dad you could have asked for your children.

I think Denki is the type of guy who can only have boys, the two of you would probably have two or three.

He was so psyched when he saw blue at all of your gender reveals. They all definitely drive you up a wall lol.

As cool as they think their dad is they are definitely mamas boys and always tattling on their dad.

“Dad broke your favorite vase! He said not to tell you!” With the biggest smiles on their faces.

Your days consist of being outside for hours, lots of scraped knees and fighting. And never forget to check pockets for frogs and rocks before you come inside. Waking up to a frog in your pillow once is more than enough.

Their daddy is definitely all of their favorite hero, and he will never let any of their “uncles” forget that.

If he can help it he has them decked out in his merch.

“See babe, this just proves I’m their favorite!” “Denki you dressed them this morning.”

He also loved to wear matching outfits with them. His screensaver is you and your older boys in the hospital when you had your last.

Him and the boys are always asking you to have just one more baby.

They love bugging Katsuki with their dad and Hanta.

Even if it sometimes feels like Denki is just another one of your kids he really is the sweetest dad out there.

You and Hanta have one of each. You had your daughter first and then your son.

You both make conscience efforts not to parentify your girl though she makes it hard at times. She likes to pretend to be her brother’s mom and is constantly getting him in trouble. Hanta makes sure to remind her to tell him or you first next time.

Both of your kids look so much like their dad, and both prefer him most of the time too. Especially your daughter. Her dad is her hero and she is his biggest fan. He’s been obsessed with her since the day you both found out she was a girl. Right after that appointment he went out and bought so many pink baby items.

That was fine when she was little but now she wants to dress just like her dad does! He likes to deck the kids in Spider-Man merch.

Your son is more sensitive than your daughter by far. He doesn’t really like to play rough and isn’t interested in being a hero either. He’s grown an unexpected attachment to Eijirou when he hit two years old, clinging to him anytime he’s around and showing off any new toys you or Hanta have gotten him.

As much as he likes to pretend Hanta isn’t the disciplinarian. Not even close. In his words, “they’re my babies, how am I supposed to get them in trouble?”

Though for their ages they are very well behaved kids.

If you were okay with it Hanta would definitely want at least one more. He thinks you’re beautiful pregnant and almost wishes you were all the time.

[runawaygecko]

The way he's holding them here makes me feel conflicted. Like, this scene is terrifying and I can't imagine what's it like to be on a receiving end of it but... just look at it.

- he's holding Zooble in a way so that their parts don't fall out

- he's not squeezing Gangle so that her fragile ribbons don't get tangled

- he's not putting too much pressure on Ragatha so that she doesn't get ripped apart

- he's only holding Pomni and Jax firmly because their bodies are solid and rubbery

And this scene is right after the torture too. You would think he would be more violent, but no. He wanted to hurt them, not break them.

Caine wanted them to listen. And because they never did, he made them feel what he felt when they poked at his biggest fears and insecurities.

I guess what I meant to say is - even when at his worst, there was still something considerate in him. Something resembling the real him and not the angry monster he'd become.

[snouwelle]

beeeeeeeeeees