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Feathers and Dark Desires

Pairing: Dark!Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

Tags: manipulation, kidnapping, obsessiveness, drugs, possessive behavior, forced kiss, yandere Keigo Takami

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: I really like dark Keigo, like really, really like him. This prompt is so good and it filled my head with so many ideas from the moment I saw it. If you'd like to read more of my fics for this event you can go to my wholesome list or to the darker list where this prompt is from.

When the fire started spreading through the streets, supervillains wandering around, people running a screaming, honestly you thought you were going to die. That a villain would get their hands on you and that would be it. Still you ran, if you were gonna go down, you didn't want to make it easy.

You ran and ran as fast as your legs could carry you, but it wasn't enough. You could almost feel a blade at the back of your neck when you were swooped up in someone's arms, high into the air. Safe.

As you opened your eyes, feeling the cold breeze, away from the roaring fire and the shouts of death down below.

"That was close. Are you alright miss?" You recognized that voice, but it couldn't really be him right? Shifting your eyes upwards you were met with the smiling Hawks, his red wings holding flapping, holding the two of you high in the air. He tilted his head slightly to the side, waiting for your answer.

Your cheeks flushed hot, "Oh! Yes! Thank you so much!" You tried to bow your head but only ended up bumping it awkwardly against his chest. Hawks laughed at your actions, his laugh shaking both of you.

"I'm going to let you down somewhere safe alright?" You nod as he starts to fly you over to a roof, far enough from the fires but close enough that he could get to you fast if something went wrong, "There are still a few things I need to take care of. Please wait here, it's still dangerous in the streets. When the villains are gone I'll come back for you alright?"

His voice and eyes were so comforting, his lips pulled into a smile as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand before jumping off the roof, his wings carrying him at the speed of light toward the crowded streets.

From this distance you couldn't quite make out what was happening down there but it seemed like Hawks had things under control. Not surprising, he was the second best hero for a reason. Soon other heroes also arrived and it seemed like the villains were pushed back quickly. The civilians and the fire were also being taken care of from what you could see.

Soon after Hawks made his way back to you, his hands crossed behind his head as he floated down next to you, "Sorry to keep you waiting miss. Things are under control for now but I'm afraid a few of them got away. With villains roaming around we're gonna need to find a temporary homes for you and the rest of the neighborhood. It should be long, a few days at most."

"Was-was anyone hurt?" You thought of your friends, mind reeling with worry.

"Nothing too bad don't worry. If you'd like I can take you somewhere safe." His eyes hooded just for a second as you took his hand, then quickly they were back to their gentle look. Wow, you must be really tired. "Your hand is shaking. It's ok. I won't hurt you."

"I'm tired." You mumble as you feel yourself pulled against his chest, his arms and wings wrapping around you. The more you bury your head into his chest the more sleepy you feel, lightheaded. "I think... I think something's wrong."

"Shhh. You're ok. Just relax. I'm here to protect you remember? Sleep for a while, you must be exhausted from all that running." The last thing you remember is sinking into his embrace, the feeling of his hand under your legs, his lips close to your ear, "I'll keep you safe."

When you woke up you weren't at a hospital. Or a safehouse. Or the home of anyone you knew. It was a rather lavish looking room actually. You tried to move, but damn did your head throb.

"Easy. The drug should be wearing off soon." Drug? Where the hell were you? Panic started to set in and you lunged upwards, only to be pinned by strong hands back against the bed, "I said easy. You'll hurt yourself." The voice was familiar, even in your groggy state. The figure above you started coming into focus.

"Hawks?" He smiled again when he saw your eyes focus on his face. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"My home of course. Do you like your new room?" You frown at him.

"My new room?" His eyes widen a little, his smile starting to get slightly unsettling.

"Of course. I wasn't going to let a pretty little thing like you sleep on the couch." His hand cups your face, but instead of the comfort you felt before you felt a cold, creeping fear shoot across your body. The way he as looking at you, smiling at you, looming over you, it didn't feel right at all.

You gulp, your words coming out shaky despite you trying to remain calm, "I need to go home."

"Home? This is your home now love. It's nice I promise. When you're feeling a bit better I'll give you a tour. But remember my friends are still around so be careful."

"Friends? The heroes are here?" His laugh was cold and sinister, his fingers flexing, tightening around your jaw to keep you still as his face drew closer.

"Not those friends." Your eyes widen as soon as you grasp the meaning of his words. You try to scream but his hand clasps around your mouth, keeping it shut. You kick your legs under him but he only presses his hips against yours harder, his free hand pinning your wrists to the bed, "You're scared. I understand. But promise, I'm only doing this for you love. Just imagine what would happen if it were a real attack, if you got seriously hurt."

Although his words were soft, his voice low, but the look he was giving you, it scared you to your core.

You try to struggle against his grip again, his grip only tightened to an almost painful degree.

"I see you insist on being difficult." As soon as his hand let go of your wrists to reach for something on the side you push against his shoulders, to no avail though. He only glances back at you and shakes his head. He shows you a little vail of liquid, "A little something to help you sleep better. Maybe after you sleep this off you'll see that I'm only trying to keep you safe." He drinks the vial and grips your wrists once more.

His hand leaves your mouth, his fingers grasping your chin to keep your lips parted for his kiss. The liquid makes its way down your throat, and try as you might you are forced to gulp it down. In retaliation you bite his tongue, but he only pressed further into you, deepening the kiss, making you screw your eyes shut tight, only opening them once the kiss is over, the drug already starting to make you sleepy again.

"Feisty little thing." He whispers against your lips, "If it were anyone else it'd cut their tongue out. Lucky for you I like it feisty." There's a streak of blood dripping down his chin but he doesn't seem to mind, his hand lets go of your wrists as they fall onto the pillows. You feel him cup your cheeks, "So pretty." Your body starts to relax under his, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe forever. Sweet dreams now, I love you." Those are the last words you hear before you sink back into dreamless sleep, managing to catch Hawks winking at you before you're in complete darkness once again.

Yandere!Hawks x Broken!Reader

Summary: Hawks regrets breaking you.

Warnings: yandere themes, injury mentions, blood mentions, physical and emotional abuse mentions, suicidal ideation, attempt mentions, forced captivity

Word count: 1.1k

The cool glass pressed against your forehead. The nightlife never got boring from up here. The lavish apartment Keigo had kept you in was dark, dinner ice cold on the table by now. He’d warned you it was going to be late by the time he got home, but you decided to wait nonetheless.

He would’ve expected dinner at 6 anyway, late or not. The cameras still watching your every move. You had prepared dinner, as usual, the routine he’d molded you to fit, it was something Keigo credited to you becoming a perfect housewife.

You hated it.

Your previous attempt at finally being free of the cage he’d put you in still throbbed. You were—quite literally—caged in like a common parakeet. It didn’t help that he called you “dove” either. Now, you couldn’t even really breathe properly without threatening to pop the stitches in your back.

You could feel the gashes stretching as you leaned forward against your knees. Keigo’s handiwork serving as a blatant reminder that if you were going to try and fly away, you would have your wings clipped.

Not that you ever had wings in the first place, nor the ability to fly. However, diving headfirst off the balcony was enough of an 'escape' attempt for him to punish you. Two deep gashes on either side of your spine, held together by string and pain. The marks were a reminder that death as a freedom was torn away, the pain being more than you could ever handle.

You couldn’t get out of bed for two days post punishment, the bruises from the beatings adding on to your pain. Keigo made sure to smother you with kisses and care before returning to work, a reminder that his punishment was "for the best".

You didn’t want to try and escape again. Besides, a bird without wings had no reason to leave the cage, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thump on the balcony. A familiar jingle of keys and a jiggle of the door handle, and suddenly he was home.

“Hey there, little dove,” Keigo chirped, discarding his gloves and jacket on the dining chair. His eyes surveyed you, then the room, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner, since it’s probably cold, do you wanna order takeout?”

You stayed quiet, he’d never offered to order anything, always insisting you should cook. Was this a trick?

When you didn’t answer, Keigo strode across the room until he was in front of you. His hand was placed firmly under your chin, yanking your jaw up to meet his gaze.

His hardened features suddenly went soft.

Keigo searched your face for any sign of defiance, any hint that you’d try to hurt him, or yourself, but there was none of that.

“Dove,” Keigo started, “I asked you a question.”

You swallowed roughly, struggling against the position he was holding you in.

“I-it’s ok, I can just remake it.” You offered, trying to push yourself up and off the windowsill.

As soon as you stood he stopped you firmly by your shoulders, still searching your face, your body. To him, something wasn’t right.

“What’s up with you?” He asked blatantly.

You froze, was this another trick question?

“I..” you started, not being able to tear your eyes away from his gaze, “I’m just hurting.”

You answered honestly, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, making you wince.

“It’s ok if you don’t make dinner tonight, dove, we can order in Chinese food or something. A new restaurant just opened up down the street, would you like to try that place?.” He asked softly.

It was your turn to search his face for any hesitation, any sign this was a trick, but there was nothing.

You slowly leaned into his chest, searching for warmth, for any hint of love that would show you he wasn’t upset with you.

Keigo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, careful not to hurt your back any further. This softness was your answer. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

In his mind, Keigo felt bad. Images of you screaming and crying under him as he used his own feathers to cut into your back, only minutes after he had laid several strikes on your entire body. He remembered your sobs for hours after your punishment. Rocking back and forth while he stitched you up and bandaged you until you cried yourself to sleep. Today marked one week since it happened.

Keigo could sense a change in your demeanor since the moment it happened. You were more submissive now. He didn't have to ask you to clean up or make dinner anymore. It was done without asking, often better than he expected.

You clung to him now, afraid of his next move.

"Dove," He started, pulling away from you, "I'm serious this time, we can order food. I know you're not feeling well."

"Keigo, it's fine-"

"Y/n." He shushed you once more. "It's ok."

You accepted defeat, realizing he wasn't going to let up.

"I'll order as soon as we clean you up." His hands slipped under your jacket, tracing over the wounds.

Taking your hands, he gently pulled you towards your shared bedroom. You were instructed to lay face down on the bed, removing your jacket to reveal the array of bandages underneath.

Keigo sent his feathers to retrieve medical supplies while he cut the old bandages off your body.

Both of you were silent as he carefully cleaned up some of the stitching and dried blood. God there was just so much it felt like you were coated in a thick layer of it. It was painful, too. Dealing with gashes that large and so many bruises had Keigo wincing at the sight of his work.

He also took into account how many times you whimpered or winced at his touch. No doubt about it, you really were in pain, so much pain. As he finished rebandaging your back, he took into account the dark bruises that had yet to show any signs of improvement. God, how hard did he hit you?

You didn't really move as Keigo put away the supplies and walked around the bed, laying on the sheets with you. He was on his side, wings hanging off the bed as you stared at each other.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he frowned at you. He pulled you into him gently, letting you cry out whatever you were feeling.

Internally, he hated himself. Keigo didn’t like this new you. There was no fire inside you anymore. He was happy to have a housewife, but not at the cost of you losing yourself.

Keigo wept silently as he held you, realizing how badly he had broken you.

He never intended it to be like this.

I’m so sorry but after everything imagine tying Hawks down, and he’s so excited for what’s to come, but you put on a strap and fuck the peacock in front of him instead as his punishment for being ridiculous

I’M SO FUCKING DONE WITH YOU GUYS.

WHAT.

IS THIS THE WORLD’S STRANGEST CUCKOLD PUNISHMENT.

You’re just fucking the hole that you made yourself to make this possible. “Mmm, that ass feels amazing. So much better than Keigo’s.”

Said hero is tied up in a corner, growling angrily through his gag. He can’t believe it. To think that you’d set him up like this. Everything you’ve said to reassure him was all lies. You really did prefer that fucking peacock.

And the worst part? The peacock wasn’t even reacting to getting its ass plowed. Because deep down, it already knew it won from the very beginning. Hawks isn’t top bird. Hawks is a bitch.

The hero’s ass was nothing compared to his. Plush and cuddly, soft and squishy, and dryer friendly.

Hawks looked away in shame.

Concept: Hawks sometimes likes to snack from the bird feeders. I love birdbrain Hawks sm.

Well, given that he’s a hawk, clearly you mean that he likes to invade the bird feeders and eat any unfortunate little critters that are eating from it.

You’re thinking someone really needs to take care of these horrible stray cats. You never see them, but they’re always leaving trails of feathers from the poor birds that are just visiting your yard.

Hawks agrees with you as he tries not to cough up feathers of the robin he just had for a snack.

I love the idea of like hawks kissing you with gum in your mouth and his bird brain switches on, and hes like, mate? Feeding me? Yes? Yes. I feed her now. And now hes like chewing chicken and tonguing it down your throat and you're not a happy camper.

Pfft I brought this lovely grossness on myself.

Let’s imagine that Hawks has a crop, aka that little pouch in a bird’s throat that stores food. That’s totally why he eats so often; always gotta make sure he has a little extra! It’s a habit he developed when he was living in more scarce conditions as a child.

Anyway, when he notices something in your mouth while making out, he thinks that it can’t be anything else but an offering, right? Hawks is ecstatic; to think that you’d be the one choosing to get more intimate, personally feeding your mate like this. He happily swipes up the gum with his tongue and swallows it.

You’re staring at him with a bewildered expression. What? Did you think he wasn’t going to accept such a generous gift? Well, he’s going to show you just how grateful he is by returning the favor.

He locks lips with you again, and with a few spasms from his throat, pushes his yakitori dinner up his esophagus and into your mouth.

Hawks guesses that you prefer being a giver instead of a receiver. That must be why you screamed into his mouth out of pure disgust and shoved him back hard enough to make him lose his footing and fall on his ass.

You coughed and gag as you rushed to the bathroom. Damn, that kinda hurts his feelings. If you hated getting fed so badly, you could’ve just told him. That was some high quality chicken that he chose not to fully digest just for you. Now it’s being expelled into the toilet.

What a waste. Time to go eat again.

I'm currently dealing with my period 😭 Smuts about menstrual sex actually helps me to cope with it, but I can't find anything about hawks x reader, so I asked myself something : how would they have period sex ? (if you don't feel comfortable with period sex, it's ok, I understand !)

Red wings ain’t afraid of the red sea, honey!

As long as you’re comfortable enough to spread those legs during your period, Hawks is more than willing to show Aunt Flo a good time. Sex gives you relief, it gives him relief...where’s the downside? Just lay a towel under you and he’s ready to go to work. 

His tempo depends on your mood. If you’re feeling blue and yearning for extra affection, he’ll hold you as close as possible and move his hips nice and slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him. “Don’t worry, dove. I’m not going anywhere.”

If you’re feeling agitated and wanna be fucked as aggressively as you feel, you can either hop onto his lap and ride him to your heart’s content (he promises he won’t mind if it gets messy!), or let him take charge and pound away until his dick balances those pesky hormones.

Bonus because I’m gross: Hawks in birdbrain mode is an absolute animal during your period. Ovulation may be the hardest time to keep him away, but even when you become a curled up bleeding mess, he still wants that meat and he doesn’t care if it’s served extra rare. The natural smells just set him off, y’know? He knows that it embarrasses you and sometimes you have to physically push his head away from your crotch when he tries to get a good whiff. He really is trying to ignore it. Please be patient with him!

Imagine just picking up a pretty rock you saw and turn to Hawks like, “Look what I found!” Then he just tackles you onto the ground with a screech, “I WILL BE YOUR MATE”

Hawks showering you in kisses and apologizing because “I didn’t know you were ready to seal the deal. I’m so sorry, dove. Just give me a minute and I’ll find the prettiest rock for you” and he flies off before you can say anything, in search of the shiniest of shiny rocks. 

How many times do you think that Hawk’s S/O has walked in on either a shattered mirror or Hawks knocked out in front of a mirror because he’s mistaken it for an intruder?

Too many times. But things have gotten better. 

You raised the handheld mirror right in front of his face, steeling your nerves to ensure that you won’t panic in case he reacts violently. 

He stares at his reflection intensely while you study his body language. No shrinking of the pupils, no bristling of his wings...he’s handling it much better than last time. It’s time to ask the big question: “Who do you see, Hawks?”

Without missing a beat, he answers. “Me. It’s just me.”

Your shoulders slacken from relief. “That’s right. Good job.”

Next, you guide him to the bathroom mirror. His second test was the ‘intruder that likes to watch you groom yourself.’

“Who is that behind me, Hawks?” You ask. 

He calmly watches himself. “Just me.”

You smile. “That’s right.” He’s making amazing progress, but there’s still one more test.

The two of you enter the bedroom and stop in front of the full-length mirror. So many times have you replaced this poor piece of furniture after getting heavily damage. So many times have you seen Hawks writhing on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass.

He may have passed the other two mirrors, but how will he handle his greatest enemy: the full image of ‘another’ handsome male?

You take a deep breath and say it. “Who do you see standing there, Hawks?”

One beat.

Unlike the previous ones, Hawks doesn’t instantly answer, and that makes you anxious.

Two beats.

You really like this mirror. Please don’t destroy it.

“Me.”

Wha...you can’t believe it. 

“Hawks...Hawks, you did it!” 

He lets out a silly squawking noise when you roughly embrace him. “Well, this is embarrassing. I really was just fighting myself this entire time?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you smother his face with rapid-fire kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”

--

The two of you celebrated at the nearby park, feeding ducks at the pond.

“Sorry that I’ve been stressing you out all this time. I always thought I was doing you a favor, keeping the house safe and all that,” Hawks said as he tossed seeds into the water. The ducks gulped them down in a flash.

You decided to feed the shy fish instead. “It’s alright, I know your bird instincts get the best of you sometimes. I’m glad we got through this together.”

“Gosh, this is worse than the time I picked a fight with that stuffed...” He trailed off.

You were about to ask what distracted him until you saw his face. He was frozen, glaring fiercely down at the water.

At his reflection.

Your cheerful mood quickly switched to something more terrified. “Hawks, no.”

He didn’t appear to hear you, choosing instead to threaten the mysterious figure in the water. “You got a problem, buddy?” His wings were slowly spreading out for extra intimidation. He smirked when his reflection did the same. “Tough guy, huh? I know your game. Trying to hide among the fish and pounce on my girl when I’m not looking, are you?”

Already panicking, you grab his shoulders to try and pull him away. “Stop, Hawks. It’s you. Just step away from the pond and calm down.”

“No,” Hawks turns to you. “Don’t fall for it, dove. This is the real deal, I can see it in his eyes. You think I’m stupid enough to get fooled by this reflection bullshit again?”

Your eyes awkwardly look to the side while your mouth opens, then closes.

For a second, Hawks looks genuinely hurt, but before you can say anything, he returns his attention to the water with newfound fury. “You made my own lovebird doubt me, you son of a bitch!”

It happened so fast. The ducks quacked loudly and flapped away in shock when he suddenly dove into the water.

“Hawks!”  You watched him splash wildly in the water, at first attempting to strike at the rival that he could no longer see, but his anger was replaced by fear when he realized his situation.

“Help! I can’t swim!” The number 2 hero of Japan was screaming and flailing in a duck pond, in serious danger of drowning.

You didn’t even bother to take the time to appreciate how absolutely ridiculous this scene was. You already removed your shoes and hopped into the water, dodging his swinging arms and wings to grab and pull him back up on the grass. Thank goodness for his light hollow bones.

Hawks was shivering on his hands and knees, spitting out water and...a small unlucky fish that you quickly picked up and tossed back into the pond.

“Bastard almost killed me,” he sputtered. 

“No, you almost killed you. This is no different than the mirrors, Hawks. My god, do I have to teach you how to not fight water now?!” 

He shook out his wings while you squeezed out as much water as possible out of your shirt. “Baby, you didn’t see him. You didn’t see that annoying look on his face and those badass wings. He was a threat. I don’t know where he went but-”

You notice him eyeing the water again, where his reflection is slowly reappearing as the ripples calm.

“There he is!”

“Hawks don’t do it!”

He did it.

With another splash and more confused quacks, he was thrashing in the water again, and when he lost sight of the winged stranger for the second time...

“Help! I can’t swim!”

Ok re: hawks vs bird plushies. What if, okay, hear me out. what iiiiifffff before he had a chance to freak, you told hawks the plushie was your (plural your) son. As in “honey we adopted this bird” lol

Well now we’re just taking advantage of the poor idiot lol.

THE ALTERNATE VERSION

You can’t believe you managed to get your hands on the limited edition Hawks plush. You’re gonna cherish it forever and ever.

And then Hawks walks in while you’re hugging the stuffed version of him.

“Who is this?” Oh god he sounds mad. You were afraid that his bird brain would take this the wrong way. You have to come up with something fast, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Our son.”

Just like that, Hawks’s face shifts from anger to pure shock, eyes on the verge of popping out of his head.

You cradle your plushie like a small child to make this bullshit more convincing. “You always talk about how much you love kids and one day want to raise one of your own.” You kept going while rocking the little Hawks in your arms. “So I adopted one and brought him home. Already handled the paperwork.”

Hawks approached slowly, as if his boots were being weighed down by lead, shaky arms reaching out to touch his new child’s head. “What’s his name?”

Shit.

“Umm...uhh...it’s...Keigo?” 

The delusional hero beamed, eyes filling with tears. “We have the same name? Is this destiny, little guy?” He leaned in to take in the plushie’s face, hopefully not noticing just how lifeless it was. “From now on, you’re gonna be Junior. Keigo Jr.”

You’re doing your absolute best to keep a loving smile on your face as he takes the toy into his own arms and pulls you in for a group hug. “We’re a family now, my little lovebird.”

This might have been a mistake.

I had a thought. Hawk’s s/o owning a huge stuffed animal she always cuddles,n whenever she’s not looking or leaves the room alone w stuffed toy n hawks... he lik. Rubs himself on it- to make it smell like him- for the pure sake of seeing it as his only competition- n wanting it to remind her of him when she smells it- Jfjffjjf idk

Anon I’m so sorry that I totally twisted your scenario into something 20x more ridiculous than it already was I have no idea what this is.

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(NSFW)

Hawks was the top bird. He knows that. He knows that you know that. No one keeps you safe, provides for you, and makes you feel good like he does. You said it yourself, “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever come into my life.” He believes you.

But that doesn’t make your relationship with that other bird any less infuriating. You said that he’s an old gift from a friend, but Hawks isn’t going to let down his guard. Not with the way you cuddle up to the other bird. ‘I’m cuddly too,’ Hawks thought whenever he watched you. There were never any intrusions when it was just you and him in the great outdoors. All of your attention was on him, as it should be. But once you both were back at your place, and you just needed to lie down and rest, you’d always let that little bastard join the party.

Hawks never said anything about it, and neither did the other bird. ‘And he never will, if he knows what’s good for him.’  He pulls you in extra close and plants several kisses on your face. Possessive, he knows, but there aren’t many ways to get his point across to his innocent-looking rival, who wasn’t reacting to Hawks’s display of dominance. The other bird had a poker face that competes with his, Hawks had to admit, and it was honestly starting to piss him off.

‘How about I show him something that he’ll never have.’

Your surprised little ‘oh!’ made Hawks smirk as he rolled you onto your stomach, yanking off your pants and underwear. He frees himself and rubs your slippery folds. The sudden eagerness excites you. “Mmmm, Hawks. Being aggressive tonight?”

“I just think you could use a refresher tonight, baby.” He pushes inside and rests all of his weight on top of you, fucking you into the mattress.

Your cries are nice and loud. Good. “Ah! Yes, Hawks! Harder!”

He loves it. Keep crying out for him. “What’s that? Who’s the one fucking you right now?”

“Hawks!”

“Who makes you whine like a bitch in heat?”

“You! You do, Hawks!”

Hawks looks to the side to ensure that adorable bastard was watching.

Ah yes, he is. With those soulless eyes and blank expression. Always acting like everything was fine. Hawks growled and fucked you harder.

“Got nothing to say, little guy?”

“What, do you like watching your girl get taken by someone else? Is that what you’re into?”

You try to turn your head. “Hawks? Who are you talking to?”

He ignores you and keeps on going. “Do you wish you’re the one who can make her feel like this? Huh?!”

Still nothing. This little shit refuses to crack.  

You follow Hawks’s gaze and are very confused to see where it lands. “A-are you talking to my stuffed animal?”

Your question seems to anger him as he humps you into the sheets. “Is that what he is to you? A plush and cuddly stuffed animal?”

“What? What the hell does that even mean?”

“You really don’t think that sweet little peacock wants more than just cuddles? That maybe he wants to be the one to have you?”

“WHAT?!”

You spring up fast enough to catch Hawks off-guard and knock him back onto his ass. “B-baby?” He says in wide-eyed confusion.

You stand up and angrily pull your panties back up. “You’ve done some crazy shit during your ruts, but this? I’m so done, you delusional horny competitive pigeon.” You stomp out of the room and shut the door before he can say anything more.

Hawks just stares at the door, shaking. The anger boiling within him was ready to bubble over. He glares at the cunning bastard responsible for this. ‘This is what he wanted. He wanted me to lose my cool when I thought I was winning.’ Of course you would want your two favorite birds to play nice. Why did he have to be so stupid? All he did was make the peacock look like the calm and civil guy while Hawks was trying to assert dominance like a savage.

“You haven’t won this. You’re a clever bastard, I’ll give you that. But I’ll always be the one she chooses.”

As always, the other bird stays silent. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he knows that you belong to Hawks and only Hawks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep the winged hero on his toes, ready to snatch you away at any moment.

Sometimes I'd like to think Hawks sees Present Mic as a an actual humanoid parakeet.

Present Mic is never going to know how much he turns on the No.2 hero.

His ridiculous hairstyle is like the large crest of a strong and healthy male, flaunting it at all times while doing hero work. Whenever Mic is bobbing to music, all Hawks sees is a parrot demanding some attention and love.

And that voice? UMPH. Hawks can’t handle such a quirk. Where others hear an unbearable scream, Hawks hears the world’s most dominant mating call. His feathers can sense those screams a whole city away, and it takes a lot of willpower to not follow such a powerful, confident call and tell Mic that yes, he accepts his loud offer to smash.

Hawks keeps it all to himself. Mic doesn’t need to know.

So yes, I am a Hawks simp. I love him beyond what I can even explain but sometimes, I stare at the owl plush I have and ask myself, am I CHEATING on Hawks for my owl plush??? Don't get me wrong, I'm no fan of cheating in relationships, but that birdbrain doesn't take much fancy to other birds apparently and I have a bird plush so......? Oh dear, I just cheated on someone who doesn't exist with something that isn't alive 👁👄👁

Hawks is absolutely disgusted. He has no time for plush sluts. Women just open their legs for the first cuddly guy they see, don’t they? What do they have that he doesn't, huh? Childish taglines? Clearance discounts? Is this how low our standards have gotten?

He remembers a girl he hooked up with. Beautiful, respectful, great personality...she seemed perfect. Maybe he should ask if she wants to be more than a casual hookup.

But then she took him to her place, and that’s when he met her roommates.

There wasn’t even a hint of shame as she talked about where she met each one. “The Dollar Store?” Is she fucking serious? Clearly Hawks was mistaken; this bitch doesn’t value herself at all.

He left and didn’t look back. She can go ahead and lay in her bed filled with squishy lovable bastards that see her as nothing more than meat. And he could tell from just a glance that the chicken on the far right is doing meth. 

It’s not his problem. Those are the men she chose.

Oh my God what if Hawks' partner was inviting him over to their house and Hawks just hears screeching. He looks over to see their pet cockatoo. Two 1 brain cell Birds. What could possibly go wrong?lol

It takes every ounce of willpower for big bird of prey Hawks to ignore that loud-ass cockatoo while you show him around the house. He can hear it talking shit behind his back. ‘Ignore it, just ignore it.’

If you make the (poor) decision of leaving him alone with the damned parrot, Hawks is going to walk up to the little bastard, looming over it with his wings fully spread out. 

“Keep squawkin shit and I’ll tear those tiny legs off and you’ll watch me eat them.”

There are very few ways to shut up a spoiled cockatoo. That was one of them.

What happens when poor keigo finally realizes it’s a plush?

(This is based on this, btw)

Therapist: What’s bothering you today, Hawks?

Hawks: Well, I just found out my son isn’t really my son.

Therapist: I see, his father is someone else?

Hawks: No, not like that. He’s actually a stuffed toy.

Therapist: ...Oh...of course.

Hawks: It’s so much to take in, ya know? All the time I’ve spent with him. Our days at the park, the fun talks we had at the dinner table. He was always a quiet little chick, but I didn’t mind. It does explain why he was having so much trouble learning to fly. Every time I gave him a little toss, he’d fall flat on his face.

Therapist: Yes, it makes sense that he wouldn’t be very responsive.

Hawks: Oh but don’t get me wrong. My girl has cheated on me before. Maybe this is all my fault for giving her a second chance. For god’s sake, the bastard still lives with us!

Therapist: The other man she’s been seeing lives with you?

Hawks: Yes! Stupid peacock bastard. I’ve been trying to play nice around him for her sake. It’s not like he ever says anything to me but...I just know that he thinks he’s better than me. That stupid patient look, like he’s always waiting for me to snap so that I’ll look bad in front of her again! Well I’m not going to let him win this time.

Therapist: You called him a peacock. Is that related to his quirk?

Hawks: Yeah...I think. I have a pic of him on my phone.

*Hawks shows therapist a photo on his phone*

Therapist: Hawks...this is a toy.

Hawks: What?

Therapist: He’s not real. Neither your son or your...rival, are real.

Hawks:.........

Therapist:.........

Hawks:...How much of my life has been a lie? Is my girl a toy?

Therapist: No. Going by the pictures you’ve shown before, she’s very real and alive.

Hawks: Are you a toy?

Therapist: I don’t believe so.

Hawks: Am I a toy? Has my entire life been nothing more than someone else’s playtime, where the people who own me get a kick out of imagining me in any role they want? Is that why those bastards expect me to be capable of doing anything they ask? They think I don’t have a mind to break??

Therapist: Hawks-

Hawks: I'M NOT A FUCKING TOY.

Therapist: Hawks, deep breaths.

Can Hawks get jealous of a plushie of himself????? I do not need a whole fic, short answer is more than enough for me ily.

*snort* We’re just turning Hawks into a complete dumbass, aren’t we?

You can’t believe you managed to get your hands on the limited edition Hawks plush. You’re gonna cherish it forever and ever. 

And then Hawks walks in while you’re hugging the stuffed version of him.

“Who is this?” Oh god he sounds mad. You were afraid that his bird brain would take this the wrong way.

“Keigo sweetie, I can expl-”

“Please, sweetheart. I’m sure he’s a grown man that can speak for himself.” He snatches the plushie out of your hands and grips its arms tightly. “What are you doing with my girl?”

The plushie keeps smiling as smugly as his living counterpart.

Hawks’s eye twitches. “What’s with that look? You’ve been banging her, haven’t you? Thought I wouldn’t find out?” He ends the sentence with a punch, sending the toy flying.

“Hawks stop! What the fuck?!” Your shouts are ignored as he dives after the plushie before it could somehow get back up.

The fight is brutal and you can only take cover as glass shatters, chairs fly, and Hawks gets a black eye. Only when the noise subsides do you finally step back out to see the horrific scene before you, your precious plushie torn apart before its life even began.

Hawks is still panting as he smiles at you, bits of stuffing decorating his body. “You won’t tell anyone about this, right, baby? Stay right there. I’m gonna get some gloves and a shovel.”

He steps over the mess and towards the door...before noticing the full length mirror on the wall.

Hawks takes a long look at his reflection, fists clenching so hard that his palms might begin to bleed.

“Who. The Fuck. Is This?”

What will happen if we combine Scumbag! Hawks + BirdBrain! Hawks? 👀👀

Dealing With an Asshole Bird (NSFW)

(This is more obsessive than scummy, but I hope it pleases!)

Warning for Yandere vibes

— Birdbrain!Hawks is a dumbass, but he’s a powerful dumbass. If he has his sights on you, you’re gonna have a hard time escaping.

— You’ll find this bastard in your home somehow, tidying up your room to impress you. He’s very patronizing as he describes how messy your ‘nest’ is. “Good thing you’ve got an organized guy like me around to help you out. Lucky girl!” He brought some of his belongings as well, and combines your stuff with his to transform your bed.

— Don’t lay on the bed. Settling on the nest that he made tells him that you accept his proposal to be your mate. Turn around and go sleep on the couch or something. Actually, just leave the house.

— Wait, don’t do that either. What are you gonna do, tell people that the Number 2 hero broke into your house and began aggressively rearranging your things? He’ll just chase you down and get everyone on his side in no time.

— Well I guess you’re Hawks’s mate for now. At least the sex is good. He’ll always give you a grooming session after doing the deed, but he’s still talking down on you every other minute. “You’re always such a mess after I fuck you. At least I’m not the type to bang and leave. Without me, you’d just be lying here...all sticky and fucked out.”

— Hawks negotiates with the Commission until they allow him to bring you along during work. After all, he can’t let his careless and helpless mate out of his sight. The Commission is very aware that he’s an idiot bird and will entertain his avian side if it means he keeps doing his job well.

“You can’t just put me in danger while you fight villains!” You say.

“Aww, my baby bird forgot that she’s talking to one of the top heroes. Like I’ll let you get hurt on my watch. You’re so precious ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ.”  

— He’s extra flashy around you, using unnecessary and extravagant moves while you try to stay out of harm’s way. If you try to run off when he isn’t paying attention, he’ll screech and hop around in a tantrum. To prevent an angry birb, praise him and feed him strips of meat every time he rescues someone or catches a villain.

— He’ll become a panicked squawking mess if you escape him, and the Commission is going to hunt you down because “Hawks is going apeshit so get your ass back over there.”

— You’ll get a scolding once you’re returned to him. A surprisingly angry one. “Do you know how dangerous it is running off alone? You don’t have any talons or wings to defend yourself with!” Try tossing a dark cloth or blanket over his head. The darkness will calm him and he’ll quickly forget what he was so pissed about.

— What are you doing eating that solid food? You might choke, silly bird. Let Hawks eat and regurgitate your meal. Now it’s mushy with a coating of wet love! You’re just staring at the gross pile of pulp while he eagerly stares at you like:

“Hawks...uh...this is very sweet of you, but I can eat whole foods just fine. In fact, I’m not even hungry right n--”

“Nevermind this shit looks bomb and I can’t wait to gobble it up.”

— I know you really don’t want to, but try to keep your ‘meal’ down while he’s around.

— You’re not allowed to be near mirrors alone. There’s always another winged bastard hanging out with you. Hawks has no idea how he keeps getting into the house, and he looks just like him, like he’s trying to fool you. And knowing how clueless you are, it might work! For all Hawks knows, you probably brought the imposter home because you thought it was him!

“Hawks, calm down! It’s you in the mirror!” You say.

“Are you serious? You really can’t tell me apart from this asshole?!” He says while sounding truly hurt by your words.

— He attacks the mirror, shatters it, and knocks himself unconscious. When he wakes up, he discovers that the phony is finally gone! Sure, Hawks may have blacked out and is suddenly covered in cuts, but the bastard is finally gone! Serves him right!

— Ah shit the fake fucker is back in another mirror.

Picture this: Hawks and his birbbrain vs. The FunHouse of Mirrors. So many men coming for his girl at once, his poor little brain might break

The stranger is back, and he brought friends.

So many friends.

Hawks thinks you’re calling out to him. He can’t be sure; your voice is so distant, buried beneath the terror and his drumming heart as he shrinks under the eyes of so many birds. So many young, strong, and healthy males capable of stealing you away.

“Hawks, breathe! Remember, they’re just reflections! It’s just you!”

Who’s saying that? Is that you? It was so hard to take in anything you’re saying when he’s pinned by so many stares.

He needs to get out. He needs to hurry and get both of you out of here. But as he motioned to grab you to make a mad dash for the exit, he noticed the winged man behind you making the same move, arms outstretched and ready to take you away forever.

The feathers practically moved on their own, sinking themselves into the glass and the man’s face. He wasted no time in taking care of the others. None of the bastards showed any interest in backing down, so he’s going to protect you with force.

You’re screaming and shielding yourself from the terrifying swarm of red razor-sharp projectiles. They whizz loudly past your ears like bullets as they destroy every single mirror. He doesn’t mean to scare you, but don’t you understand? He’s doing this for you. You don’t know how dangerous these men are, what they could do if they get their filthy hands on you.

Only when his shrunken wings become numb and he somehow loses his mental link with every single feather in the air...only when he’s suddenly constricted by a mysterious fabric and unable to move, does Hawks’s protective rampage finally end.

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“So no funhouse?”

“I’m afraid not, Eri. There was an accident in there.” Aizawa took the girl’s hand back in his after handling the “attack” in the mirror funhouse. When he went to investigate the ruckus that everyone was panicking about, he didn’t expect to find a top hero and his date surrounded by a deadly spiral of feathers. A hell of a sight, honestly. The damn place was destroyed, not a single mirror left intact.

He came to the city fair to relax and have fun with Eri, not wrangle a mad bird. At least Hawks’s girl managed to calm him, and security soon arrived claiming that they can handle things from there.

Aizawa gave Eri a small pat on the head when he saw her disappointment. “I promise we’ll go in next time. Now, who wants the dango with cute kitten heads?”

Eri blinded him with her smile. “I do!”

Primal Dissonance

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

So anon was like:

And since I’m total ass at writing short drabbles, or maybe it’s because they called me senpai, I ended up with a whole-ass fic. This took a different route than planned but I hope you enjoy, anon!

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Dubcon, Pheromones, Mindbreak, Feral Hawks, Rough and Public Sex, Tit Abuse. This totally isn’t as dark as it sounds.

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Hawks has been getting noisy. Not in the usual sense; he’s always a motormouth. No, he’s been making sounds that you’ve never heard him make.

At first you thought he was sick and something was irritating his throat, but on one occasion when you offered him water after hearing the sound, he almost looked offended. You concluded that it wasn’t an illness.

You later noticed that the noise often happens when it’s just the two of you together. During late night movie viewings at his place, he’d hold you close and release a constant hum, the vibrations from his chest and wings soothing enough to make you drift into sleep in his arms. You never saw the look of disappointment in his face as he decided to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, he spots you during one of his patrols and presents you with a surprise expensive gift. A ruby pendant, the same brilliant shade as his feathers, was placed around your neck by gentle gloved hands.

“Hawks—why—what did I do to deserve this?” You asked while your eyes reflected the gemstone’s sparkles.

“Just wanted to give a pretty gift to my pretty girl.” He gave you a kiss, and waves of soft hums leave his mouth and into yours, flowing through your body, stimulating all of your nerves and triggering pleasant shivers. One makeout session later, and you both pull back to lock eyes. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you don’t even know what the hell he’s expecting.

You look to the side awkwardly. “Thank you, Hawks. It’s beautiful, but I…don’t have anything to give in return. This was a complete surprise, after all.”

His eye twitches, but he smiles and embraces you. “That’s fine, chickadee.”

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