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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo’s never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you’re more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos​ 

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos​!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Ying and yang as characters

They've literally swapped places, I think that shows how much they compete eachother honestly.

Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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alternative universe where there are TWO epic fail sons in the todoroki familiy

Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

FULLY UPDATED.

Gorgeous banner made by my friend @ikinabi​. Thank you so much!

As someone who wasn’t even writing fanfic last Kinktober and was only reading it, I was not going to miss the chance to participate this year! So here’s a mostly decided prompt list that I put together. There may be a few small changes, or days might be changed around a bit, but this is mostly going to be accurate.

Important note: Yes, this list is hardcore. All of the kinks will have a warning at the top and will be tagged. A list of tags to blacklist can be found on my Rules page. Anyone coming into my inbox to say something is disgusting will get a solemn nod from me and then deleted. I KNOW it’s disgusting. That’s why I’m writing it. :)

01. Gangbang (League of Villains)

02. Incest (Dabi/Shouto)

03. Watersports (Shigaraki)

04. Daddy (Endeavor)

05. Oviposition (Shigaraki)

06. Aphrodisiac (Toga/Stain)

07. Pegging/Sounding (Bakugou)

08. Gunplay (Shouto)

09. Somnophilia (Shindou)

10. Chikan (Hawks)

11. A/B/O (Werewolf Bakugou) 

12. Tentacles (Shigaraki with Nomu)

13. Corruption (Bakugou) 

14. Stuck in a Wall (Shigaraki/Dabi)

15. Cumflation (Gang Orca) 

16. Fisting (Camboy AU Shigaraki)

17. Twincest (Shouto)

18. Vampire (Kirishima) 

19. Breeding (All for One)

20. Free Use (Villain AU - Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Shouto) 

21. Drugging (Kirishima)

22. Zombie (Shigaraki)

23. Overstimulation (Hatsume with robot)

24. Monster (Mothman!Shigaraki)

25. Among Us AU (Dabi and Hawks) 

26. Demon (Kurogiri)

27. Fuck or Die (Tokoyami)

28. Lactation (Hawks)

29. Predator/Prey (Aizawa) 

30. Sex Shop (Shindou)

31. Sexual Slavery (League of Villains, sequel to day 1)

Aerie (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You broke up with Hawks because of his insistence on starting a family immediately. But when the young alpha shows up at your house in the middle of your heat, you may need to turn to him for help.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Rating: E+ Quote: It’ll be the family we always wanted! The one we’ve been trying for! Word: ABO Word Count: 3k Warnings: dubcon, ABO, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, coercion, manipulation, knotting, yandere Note: Oh look, another prompt request that got out of hand. Never would have guessed. This is my first time writing ABO, and I’m pretty pleased with the result! There is a sequel to this called The Nest. Additional Note: My entry into @kazooli​‘s contest!

You whimper as you continue to grind down on the toy, desperate for a release that you can’t quite seem to reach. Your slick runs down your thighs and the dildo that you have plunged into your aching cunt, soaking the bed sheets underneath you. You’re so close, all you need is a little push and then -

A loud whine fills the room as your orgasm is torn from you yet again, the lust burning through your veins only seems to intensify. You know you won’t be able to cum from anything but an alpha, but you can’t help yourself. You feel like you’re burning up from the inside, sweat coating your skin and leaving you feeling sticky and gross.

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Bad Touch

Scumbag!Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Dom/Sub, Yandere themes, Dacryphilia, and Mindbreak.

Word count: 5k+

Commission for: @keilemlucent (my pal <3)​

Against your own will, you're under the care of a dangerous hero. You refuse to go along with his insane wishes. He loses his patience.

bad touch: n. alludes to being sensual with someone against their will (i.e. sexual harassment)

You have a diamond heart. You’re made of pure diamond. A magnificent gem that triumphs in toughness compared to other stones. Pressure serves no match to you, you could remain in a controlled state of panic to complete any stress-inducing task. You were a problem solver who knew how to handle things. Hurtful comments didn’t get to you. No one and nothing could crack your durable exterior.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean that you are invincible to scratches. Under ‘perfect’ conditions, a diamond can scratch and chip like a plain mirror. Place it under a steel hammer, and it’d shatter like a wine glass.

Hawks was your hammer.

You’re not broken yet. That monster of a man has at best scathed the surface of your resilience, but you can tell you’re beginning to tread on thin ice. He’s running out of patience every day you refuse to speak, glance or even regard him. He’s gone as far as to raise his voice in his attempts to mold you into an obedient ladylove. Then after he quickly tries to use the old ‘good cop bad cop’ routine, hugging you with tender holds, acting apologetic.

He seems more emotionally affected by his own actions--or, perhaps he’s just a good actor. It confused you. With the psychological mind games, you can imagine he’s a terrifying interrogator when he uses brute, physical force. Which doesn’t appear to be too far away in your future, as he constantly reminds you. Those reminders have increased in daily quantity.

Hawks has been on edge lately, quick to get angry at your ‘silliness.’ It seems that his inability to make a dent in you has frustrated him. You pride yourself on lasting this long without losing your mind, but you’re starting to fear for your safety. So far this whole kidnapping bullshit has been painless. A bit like plucking hairs; not fun, and quite exhausting.

On his end, he claims it’s a lot like pulling teeth. He’s threatened to yank out a few of yours on more than one occasion.

One of the more difficult times often occurs during dinner. He tries to feed you, and offer you every drink he has in his fridge. Buys you an array of food, from five star meals to fast food. Fresh, organic vegetables to sweet desserts to coax you into appreciating his efforts. You eat when you’re starving, for your own survival. After a while of not eating, of course you eventually gave in. You figured that as long as you continue to allow him to provide your basic necessities, you could survive. In spite of that, you knew you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. You saw it coming. He began expecting you to display some level of affection in return for ‘keeping your belly full.’

He had wanted you to say, ‘I love you.’ You scowled and shook your head at that request. He was trying to get through whatever cracks he saw. Not wanting to allow him to break that part of your resolve, you refused any and all requests to speak. This irked him.

It became clear that he was wanting more. He started asking you to give him a kiss. Every damned meal, for breakfast, lunchtime and dinner, the bastard would ask for one. You said nothing.

Well, his recent shitty mood and your sparse advancement in cooperation has become a poor match. He’s begun to push it, and he’s not liking the resistance.

Earlier for lunch you ate some large chicken tenders, with a big glass of water. You even caved and ate the orange he offered as extra incentive for another kiss. The both of you must have noticed you were starting to show signs you were running low on Vitamin C, such as your drying skin and the slowly healing bruise you got from falling off the bed when you tried to wrestle away from his needy clutches. You only ate the orange for the sole reason that you needed it. He must have taken that as a sign you were beginning to bend to his will.

“Come on, darling. It’s cheesecake! Have you tried cheesecake before?” He’s trying hard to remain upbeat.

You stay silent.

He slides a plate of pasta over, covered with cheesy goodness and rich with olive oil. “What about this? Ah? Yeah? Smells good, don’t it?”

You say nothing at all.

“Okay, okay. You’re probably lactose intolerant, like me. I’d still eat it, but to each their own.” He breathes deeply, brushes a shaky hand through his hair, then places a bowl of ice cream with a hot brownie sitting in the middle, topped off with whipped cream. “What about some good ol’ ice cream brownie?”

A slow blink is all you give.

“Really? None of these? I’d go nuts for these.” He stares at you with a strained grin, wiggling a spoon in front of you. “You can never be too hungry…! C’mon…! Some little extra, yummy goodness for your cute belly, and all you have to do is give me a big smooch on the lips!”

Your eyes close. You can hear the metaphorical kettle in your head start to whistle.

Hawks sighs audibly, his furry brows twitching, threatening to form a frown. His wings twitch violently. “I know you think I'm mean, but I’m not trying to be!” The hero tugs on your limp arm, intertwining his fingers with yours. He puts emphasis on certain words, speaking to you as if you were a toddler. “All things considered, I think you’re being meaner than me!”

Oh, good. He’s self aware. You’re not sure if that's a good thing.

No matter. You try to ignore him.

The spoon clatters to the table. The sound causes you to flinch, your eyes snapping open to meet his glaring ones.

“...What about another orange?” His voice sounds low, his words quiet. Like he’s gritting his teeth.

You shake your head, stiff. Your eyes show terror. Your face screams hatred.

“What a waste of time, arguing with me.” He blames you, as if you didn’t want to get out of the situation. “Fine. No dessert for you. Just kiss me, damn it, so we can get you ready for bedtime.”

Scrunching your eyes, you prepare for his kiss of death. It doesn’t come. Seconds pass, your eyes peeling open to see the bastard’s disgruntled face.

“My baby, you didn’t hear me did you? Poor thing, all my yelling must have made you go hard of hearing…” He says with such sincerity, it’s hard to distinguish if it’s sarcasm. “Let me repeat myself… Ahem. I said, kiss me so that we can get you into bed.”

Bullshit. You frown at him. He’s supposed to kiss you. You’ll tolerate nothing else.

“Just one kiss. That’s all I’m asking for…!” He’s seething silently.

As he expects, you do nothing.

As you should have expected, he grabs you by the neck and slams your head down into the table. The side of your face collides heavily with the surface of the table, your head bouncing, ricocheting off it like a plastic ball. The recoil from the impact felt a lot like whiplash. You’re paralyzed in shock, sudden pain and fear crippling you from any movement or thought.

You want to cry out in agony, curse at him for being an utter, deplorable demon.

Instead, you sit tharn while the hum of white noise fills your ears. You struggle to spur yourself from your petrification.

“I’ll take your silence as your surrender...” He half smiles-half glowers at you. “Are you going to do as you’re told, or do I need to do that again...?”

The room is spinning, double vision slowly fading. A single, quick head slam. Such power in it. Your cheek burns, throbbing with hurt. Your head feels like it’s going to burst. You don’t think you take another one without passing out. So very slowly, you manage to shake your head up and down.

“Look at that. Much faster results.” He pets the back of your head, bringing his face close to yours. It’s clear in his now softer voice and eyes he’s feeling somewhat remorseful. Though it’s also likely it’s just part of a deceptive act.

Your lip quivers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do that… You left me no choice! Come here, poor baby… Kiss me, and I’ll make it all go away.”

You have no choice. You don’t want to experience that awful pain again, neither do you want to fall unconscious. If he’s reached as far as to hurt you, there’s no telling what else he’d do. Suppressing the vomit in the back of your throat, you frailly offer your trembling lips to him.

Immediately, he beams with happiness. There’s a smug smile on his dastardly, ruggish face. He doesn’t spare you the torment of closing the gap himself, however. You're truly forced to go all the way. It takes all the spirit you can muster to put your own lips on his, you feel like you’re doing a horrible thing. Committing a crime. Once your lips graze his, you’re dirty. You want to wipe your entire face off, right in front of him so he knows how much you despise it.

Then the tip of his tongue touches yours. You lurch back, an instinctive move that couldn't have been prevented even if you tried.

He looks unhappy. “Now, now, little feather…”

His hand moves a fraction of an inch towards you. You can’t stop yourself. You speak.

“Don’t…” you cheep.

There’s a mixture of emotion in Hawks’ expression. Shock, confusion. Even pride. His feathers are sticking up, shifting around in excitement. The ends of his lips round upwards into another cutthroat smile. “...What was that?”

What a nonsensical thing for him to say. You hear him listening to recordings of you all day. No matter. He’s clawed his way in, and dragged you out. Your dignity was all you had left, a teaspoon of which remained. A teaspoon of which you were about to feed him.

He scooches closer, to your dismay. “There's that sweet, musical voice I missed so much! Go on, repeat it!”

You know damn well he heard what you said. He has the best hearing on this planet, he just wants more power of you, the greedy bastard. You hate him. You hate yourself for being afraid of him.

He leans back, tapping his chiseled, scruffed chin with a finger. “...Alright. I feel like it was a bit too harsh... I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to go to bed?”

You nod.

“Okay, sweetie,” he says softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You don’t understand him. You’ll never understand him. He’s bargaining with you, mentally. Playing mind games with you, controlling you with fear and making you feel safe with kindness. You’re caught between wanting to play this game with him for the sake of staying free from his wrath, and trying to gain back your resolve. You know, though, that once this devil of a man has a taste of what he wants--he will never stop.

Your options are limited. You think about them all night long. You can’t sleep. You’re too scared for the future. Today was a turning point, the tides are in his favor. He’s found a way to get to you. He’s not afraid to get ugly anymore.

You haven’t given up yet. If you’re smart enough, you can turn this around. You saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.

You can beat him at his own game. At the very least, you’ll try.

Things have changed a lot since he first hurt you. It’s been quite a while since then, too.

Your plan failed. Although he never said anything to show it, he saw you through your plan to psychologically manipulate him. You should’ve known better.

You’d feign innocence and panic, hoping to string out some sort of sympathy from him. Get him while his guard was down, guilt him into not being forceful with you. Instead of backing down like you’d hope he would, he’d lose his goddamn mind. Shake you around some, yank at your hair, grab you by the upper so hard there’s a mild indentation now. Verbal abuse was common, condescension spat left and right. His reactions were unprecedented. Completely unforeseen. He’d become a scourge in the cruelest sense of the word.

Eventually, your acts of apprehension and fear slowly became reality. They weren’t a planned, tactical form of manipulation anymore, you were fucking scared.

He only returned to his sweeter self when you behaved. After you yielded to him. After he wore you down enough to get inside you, defiling you. He commended you, cooed at you for being ‘such a good girl,’ You didn’t let it bother you so much because you’d go insane if you did. Things went way smoother that way. It revolted you how easily you were changing to fit his mood. Your reasoning was, well... In the simplest words, if the devil was happy, he wasn’t angry. If the devil wasn’t angry, he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t like to get hurt. So you keep him happy.

You stopped trying to make sense of anything. If anything, you stopped caring. The deeper you thought about it, the more you felt bad for yourself. The more it made your head hurt.

Headaches were kind of like your superpower, however. You began to develop an innate sense of when Hawks was getting frustrated with you. Whenever you got that sense that he was a tad titulated, you got worried. You could tell by the shift in the atmosphere. His face sometimes, too; lidded, sharp eyes that expected your attention. The stress would make your head pound. Once that tension would come rushing to your head, you knew to stay on the defense. You were to do as he says with as little retaliation as possible. Your headache would leave once your gut told you he was… satisfied?

It was unfortunate that the headache you had now was one of the worst you’ve felt.

Today, he was having a bad day playing hero. Bunch of punks scuffed his leather boots, gave him a hard time so he says. He’s angry as Hell, your sense tells you.

“I’m tellin’ you, sweet thing, today was just the worst…” he complains with a cruel smile. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me and help me relieve some of my stress…?”

Your knees are weak, unsteady. You don’t want to stand up.

You wanted to tell him he was rattling you. If he’s going to use you while he’s angry, he’s going to be vicious. You remember the last time he fucked you for some stress relief. He was rough with you, and you were in so much pain for days. That’s not fair to you. You’ve done everything he’s asked. You’ve eaten his meals, given him attention, showered him affection. He’s supposed to be kind.

“He leans over your shoulder, wings unfolding behind his back, casting a dark shadow over you. “Sweetie. When I tell you to do something, you shouldn't dawdle. You’re not a child.”

Ironic for him to say that, considering how much he treats you like one.

“Please…” The word comes out as an undertone.

“Hm?” His pupils widen.

“Please don’t be mean…” you plead, lowering your head.

“Awwoh, cutie... You don’t like it when Hawks is scary?” he purrs at you, brushing his hand over your cheek.

Your hand curls around his wrist, begging for mercy. “Don’t be rough… Please...”

His boisterous laugh makes you flinch. “Don’t be rough, you say... Scared of a little pain? Don’t you want your lover to feel good, to feel better?”

Your head is spinning. You cannot even begin to grasp what he’s saying.

He lifts you off the chair, kicking it away. “Tough. Patience is for chumps, kiddo. I need that mouth of yours.”

You’re forced on your knees, your face inches away from his pelvis. To your surprise, he doesn’t have a hard-on yet.

He begins taking off his belt, the clinking painful to your ears. His wings are spread out, almost to their full length. Maybe he’s trying to intimate you further, one of his predatory instincts. With wings like his, he’s more demon than human or animal.

You like to think he truly is a monster.

Belt removed, a pair of ruby feathers take it to the chair. He places his hands on his svelte hips, waiting. His teeth peek out from his smile, watching the realization build on your shy face.

“Meager as always, aren’t we?” he chuckles darkly. “You know I like it when you take it out…”

No, he just likes watching your hands shake as you raise them to unbutton his cargo trousers. To humiliate you further, he juts his hips out more, his growing bulge bumping the tip of your nose. You don’t dare grimace, knowing he’d only do it again to spite you.

“Alright, that’s enough.” His pants pulled down enough to his liking, it bunches at the midway of his hips. Not too low that it sags uncomfortably, not too high that it would make it difficult for you to take out his ever growing erection.

It’s nothing new, his choice of briefs. Pure black as his near-slit like pupils, with golden ‘H’s’ printed over the material from the front to the back. To wear one’s own branded underwear, it’s a obvious sign of how full of themselves they can be. Hawks’ never-ending display of egotism could set world records, a feat you know he’d be proud of.

“Go on, sweetheart… Don’t tell me you aren’t dying to get a taste of me?” He shoves your face into him, rubbing himself around your mouth.

The heavy scent of his musk can’t be contained by his briefs. It goes right up your nostrils, loosening a few screws in your head. Every time you got a whiff of his natural smell of arousal, your sense of autonomy seemed to fade. An indescribable feeling, being mentally held hostage. It was bad enough he psychologically gnawed at what was left of your once strong mind, it was in his damned biology to do it. Aware of your own thoughts and actions, your body still reacts according to what registered in your mind, hormones taking control. As involuntary arousal heightens, your body began sending off hormones to feed him.

Pheromones colliding, it seemed the same was happening to him. His aggressive nature instigated, coupled with his ‘bad day,’ he was already being rough with you. Stuffing your face full of his clothed cock, he made sure you could feel him throbbing, pressing the length of his dick so hard against your nose it was painful.

“Mmmm, hahaha… I like that look on your face. You look like you want to cry, it’s cute,” he says, tilting your head back to get a good look at your expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Am I smothering you with too much cock? It ain’t even out yet!”

You take a deep breath.

His hands come around the back of your head, keeping you close to his pelvis to prevent you from backing away. “Pull ‘em down. Use your teeth.”

It takes a lot of effort on your end to pull them down enough, the waistband so tight it snaps from your teeth a few times. He praises your effort in the most praise-less way possible, letting his fat, engorged cock smack your face. It sticks to your face like a wet sock, his balls hitting your chin with a slight sway.

His scent is so powerful. He’s awful, chuckling at your whimpers as he unsticks his cock.

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes watery.

Oh. That grabs his attention.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is… Is my baby girl getting teary-eyed?”

Hawks stares at your eyes as if they were long, lost jewels. He’s never seen you cry before. He’s never made you cry before. His cock spurts precum at that. He liked making you cry. Those were long awaited tears he never knew he was waiting for.

“Now that… makes me horny.” He growls, keeping one hand on the back of your head and the other to guide his dick into your mouth.

His sadistic pleasure in your tears, knowing he’s going to destroy your mouth with no pity… it brings to tears. You sniff and sob as his cock fills your mouth, your quiet cries stifled.

His cock doesn’t make it too far in, the length of him not easy to swallow. You cough, your gag reflex kicking in. He pushes in, but you fight against him. One buck of his hips, and you retch violently around him. He lets up only an inch, groaning at the way you sputter around him. Additional tears run down your cheeks, forming from your gagging.

“Suck this dick like a good girl…” He thrusts his hips in and out of your mouth, desperately wanting to get deeper. He moans and flaps his wings gently, enjoying the sloppy sounds of you choking on him. “I love feeling the roof of your mouth, but I wanna feel your throat.”

Unpitying, the bastard urges you to take more. The constant forcefulness eventually causes your throat to ease up, allowing you to deepthroat him. Your sinuses open up, your nose runny and burning. His balls make messy claps against your chin, foamy saliva clinging to them.

“That’s it, pretty girl, mmmm…” he grunts, speeding his thrusts up. “You keep that throat open, keep those tears coming…! You don't wanna be baaad, do you?”

He demands you to keep choking on him. There’s no choice in the matter, unless you want to die choking on a big dick that insists on reaching the back of your throat--and it does. You close your eyes from the pressure, until Hawks taps on your temple with a finger.

“I said, keep those tears coming! I want to see those precious, wet eyes…” He coos cruelly.

Your watery eyes, streaming hot tears, connect with his. His eyes are squinted, perhaps from focus. The sharp, black markings around his inner and outer canthi give them a more keen mien. He reads your intimidated demeanor like an open book, taking pleasure once more in his power over you. He’s a scumbag and he knows it.

But he also smells the arousal coming from your inner thighs.

Your torture stops. His cock is removed from your throat rather quickly. You’re left dizzy and nauseous, the familiar mist of horny fully clouding your thoughts. Wobbly from what was practically asphyxiation, you collapse onto your forearms in a slight daze. You use the short time to wipe away the tears smearing your vision. Rustling sounds grab your attention right after, somewhere behind you. You don’t get a chance to see what’s happening. You feel it, instead.

Hawks is downright nude. He’s mounting you like an animal mounting his mate, his smooth chest pressing on your back. His heavy cock is jabbing your clothed mouth as if it has a mind of its own, seeking the warmth of your wet, gooey cunt.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, darling, they’re such a nuisance.”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt, yanking it over your head gracelessly. It gets stuck over your head, under your neck. You wonder if he’s going to purposely leave it, which you wouldn’t mind. Better than having to see his rotten face.

Sadly, he gives it a good tug, removing your safe haven. Your pants, too, come off. He’s not gentle with those either, peeling them off like you would with a doll. Manhandling you with no regard. Though, you suppose that’s just how Hawks views you. His little plaything that he adores.

Once again, you’re stuck between a hammer and anvil. You foresee a very brutal fucking. The throat fucking you barely survived was just the tip of the iceburg. Your brain is more or less on autopilot, but you’re paralyzed. A similar state in animals is often referred to as ‘tonic immobility,’ a last resort little critters such as rabbits use when they find themselves in inescapable danger. Almost like playing dead. Even if you did try to fight him you’d end up in a world of hurt, so perhaps deep down you’re simply sensible enough. It’s best to let nature run its course.

“You’ve gotten so good at following directions, baby feather…” He observes your quiet stance on all fours. “You really wanna be a good little girl and take Hawks’ pounding!”

In a way.

He mounts you once more, assuming his vulgar position on top of you. Cock wagging, bobbing up and down, its slick head bumps your leaky folds. His hand wraps around the base, ushering it to line up where he wants it.

You keen as the head breaches your pussy with a squelch, a sound Hawks moans at. He’s big, trying to force himself in despite the clear resistance. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you down and back to impale you on his dick. Your walls give and widen to let him in, his cock sheathing to the hilt. You gasp from the fullness, he groans from the tightness.

Your nails dig deep into the floorboards, a sad attempt to anchor yourself. You keep your sights on the floor, staring at your shadows. The bastard’s giant wings look humongous, giving your shadows an ugly, deformed shape. Like a biblical figure of sorts, with blood-dipped feathers raining down.

“You take ol’ Hawks’ cock soooo damn well, don’t you, baby girl?” his breath is ragged in your ears, his chin tickling your neck.

You’re shaking, tears pricking the corner of your eyes for the second time. “Mercy…”

He ignores you, focusing on your body’s grateful clenches. Adjusting his knees, widening your knees apart more, he begins moving his hips rapidly. A short brief period of slow thrusts quickly turned into a pounding. Every drive into you brings your head close to the ground, your hands almost unable to keep you upright. If it weren’t for his raptor grip on your sides, you’d surely bang your forehead. His cock hits your gummy cervix with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With how hard he was pummeling past your poor walls, you’d think he was trying to burst past it.

“God damn, I needed this… I needed this so bad.” He pants, his tongue unfurling like a dog’s. His wings, fluttery and uncurled, twitch wildly behind him.

Jostling your innards shouldn’t feel as good as it does. You can’t deny that Hawks isn’t good at fucking, but he’s definitly selfisn about it. He can also be vile when he wants to, gets a kick out of it sometimes. It’s nasty and agonizing--but it beats getting choked out until you submit.

Your body can’t take it anymore. Your arms become too weak, too sore to hold up your upper half. You end up slouching forward, in a downward dog position. With the side of your face on the floor, you’re getting a mild burn on your cheek from the friction. He feels bigger like this, and has better control in angling his thrusts.

You let him have his way. Hawks seems to like the change in position. He rambles about how wet you are, how good you feel with your ass up in the air. He wants more however, and moves one of his legs up beside you This way, he has an even deeper reach. By now, your cervix must be bruised. Taking hit after hit, serving as a tender cushion for his cock. He brushes past your sweet spot though, after so long. You wonder if he’s always known where it is, and he just chooses to be an asshole.

You let out a strained mewl, blinking away tears that your captor laps up.

“What’s that, baby feather? You’re close?” He avoids hitting your cervix, hitting your special spot with vigor. “This where you like it? Yeah, I can tell by the way you clench… I can fucking feel that...”

His balls, rounded with his seed, hit your clit more frequently. His pace speeds up, your creamy cunt constricting him most pleasurably. The gluttonous pig only lets you have your end when he’s close to his.

“Tell your hero when you’re close, sweetheart…” he groans deep into your ear, huffing. “Because I’m about to blow my fuckin’ load. An’ I’m not in the mood to help you reach it after I’m spent!”

You’re gasping for air, crushed under his weight. Draping over your shoulders are his massive wings, a blanket you didn’t need when you were already hot and sweaty. They don't stay there for long, they lift up and flap intermittently. You take this as a sign that he’s indeed very close.

His efforts increase, until he’s essentially fucking you into the floor. He brings a hand over to your clit, rubbing it with his fingers furiously. You yelp, jerking under him from the overstimulation. Nothing but cock on your mind, you announce how close you are to your orgasm. It doesn’t matter, you cum immediately. What surprises you the most is how you cum; you’re squirting, creating a pool of clear liquid underneath you.

“Ohhoho, that’s a funny sensation…!! Fuck, that’s so hot--hahh… Hahh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming, baby, you’re gonna take my cum you sweet angel--!” His ramblings are cut short. A gush of his semen shoots into you, taking hold in the deep pockets of your puny cunt. Leftovers spew out, joining your mess on the floor.

He pulls out, allowing a mixture of fluids to pour out. His fat cock acted like a plug, keeping everything inside you. He hums to himself, eyeing the nice little creampie he gave you.

“Now that… is how you make a man happy.” He slumps down on the ground, laying on his side.

You lay on your side as well, depleted of all energy. You stare at the puddle of cum on the floor, a mess you’d be the one to clean.

You’re suddenly pulled towards him, into his hold. You remain limp, not bothering to speak either. You have no words, you never do.

“See? You were making such a damned fuss, yet you took me like a champ! Maybe we should fuck like that all the time… Like animals.”

You shudder.

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.

Ok so imagine hawks having a SO that has a rabbit quirk and they have this game that basically cat and mouse and if hawks catches them he gets to do what ever he wants with them

Ohohohoooo trust me I’ve imagined this before.

Sometimes Hawks just has to unleash those predator instincts and his cute little prey S/O is perfect for that. He’s a fast and efficient hunter, so if he feels you’re no match for him, he’ll give himself handicaps to keep things challenging.

He might give you a head start and watch you run off, his wings fluttering in excitement. He’ll promise not to use his feathers to catch you, relying on his speed and physical strength. Once you’re in his sights, he flies in like a crimson dart, eager to feel your helpless body beneath his.

Your own instincts instill fear in you. Large sensitive ears are moving back and forth, listening for the faintest sound. He could swoop in from above at any minute. You might catch a glimpse of those hungry eyes before your mind is screaming RUN. It’s all so terrifying, but it’s such an adrenaline rush and you can’t get enough of it.

Go ahead and do whatever you can to win, he encourages it. Leap over him when he goes for the dive. Duck into a small space that he can’t reach, or at least you hope he can’t. Once he grabs hold of you, try your best to wrestle out of his grip. He knows he’s not the strongest guy around, but he’s gonna enjoy the thrill of giving it his all in order to keep you down.

If you lose, he might just stay on top of you for a while, licking you and savoring the taste of your fear. But sometimes he’ll want to get rid of his remaining energy through a rough fuck. It turns into a sexfight and you’re both struggling to get the upper hand while his dick is inside of you. You can break free and leave him hanging and frustrated, or you can pin him down and hump the hunter senseless. If you get overpowered, then you’re going to be fucked into a whimpering mess while he gives in to the animal voice inside telling him to DEVOUR his prey in any way possible.

After all is said and done, you help each other tidy up as much as possible, coming down from your feral highs.

“Thanks for the hunt, little bunny.”

just saw that hawks and bunny s/o and I gotta ask,,,,what would hawks do if his s/o wore one of those playboy bunny outfits?

Hugh Hefner? More like Hawks Hefner, amirite?! Eh?!!

(NSFW)

Time for more feral!Hawks. So I got a little too into this and basically made an alternate version of my other bunny scenario.

Like, Hawks apparently does model gigs for fashion, right? Imagine that he has an S/O that also models, but for things more..mature. He owns just about every product that you’ve been featured in—magazines, advertising, merchandise—he’ll take anything that has your face on it. Such a supportive boyfriend. Just don’t touch any of his pics; there’s mysterious stains and a stickiness to some of them.

And then there was that one job that had you dressed in a playboy-style bunny outfit. As usual, Hawks received his own copies of your photos and…well, it’s too bad you weren’t there to see his drooling face. The next time you see him, you’re surprised to hear just how enamored he is with your most recent photo shoot.

“I never thought you’d look so delicious.”

“Look at you, acting so small and meek in this shot. If only I was there to taste you.”

“This one’s my favorite. So sexy and delectable.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he wanted to literally eat you.

You got to keep the costume in the end, and since your man loved it so much, maybe you’ll surprise him tonight. Hawks had just gotten home from an active day of chasing down several quick-footed villains, and he wasn’t at all ready for what greeted him in the bedroom.

Then again, turns out that you weren’t ready either. You were expecting several possible reactions. Maybe he’d nut on the spot, maybe he’d faint, maybe he’d drop on his knees and thank you for blessing him on this stressful night.

Instead, he just…glares. You’re not sure what to do as he takes a step toward you with the most predatory gaze you’ve ever seen on a human. Hawks has been chasing down villains all evening, his speed and ambushing skills being put to the test. And now he comes home with traces of adrenaline still flowing through his veins, and you dress like this. You’ve got some damn nerve.

With one strong flap, he’s across the room and on top of you. He just stares down at your pinned form, watching you breathe harshly in confusion and slight fear. Any other time, he would stop what he’s doing and apologize. But this cute little bunny, this scared and helpless bunny that’s shaking beneath a hunter’s hold was turning him into something fierce. His lips crash into yours in a violent kiss before he’s licking you all over. You lay there in scared arousal, having no idea how this all got out of hand so quickly.

He’s growling as he tries to remove your clothing, too frustrated and currently too simple-minded to figure it out. When you motion to help him, several feathers are launched, wrapping around your wrists and holding them down. The look he gives you is sharper than a dagger. He doesn’t speak, but the message is clear: ‘No Moving.’

The outfit is officially ruined by the time he gets it off, and with you wearing nothing underneath, the smell hits him instantly, raw and powerful. You can’t deny that his feral behavior was exciting you, especially when he spreads your legs wide and salivates at your dripping cunt.

His mouth was on you instantly, lapping at you so loudly and sloppily that the sounds alone are bringing you close. He’s snarling and whining like a starving animal that’s ecstatic to finally be fed. When you cum, you try your best to free your legs and scoot away from his greedy mouth, but your struggling only riles him up. Prey is tastiest when it struggles. You’re writhing and moaning weakly while he drinks every drop that leaks from your pussy. Eventually, the loud and juicy meal is finished and he releases you, rising to his feet and leaving you in your paralyzed and drenched state.

Ten minutes later and Hawks is bawling about how he’s destroyed the best outfit in the world, cursing his “damned raptor instincts” to the moon. He buries the remains outside, dressed in all black. You just watch in pure bewilderment while your lower body tingles from small aftershocks, still at a complete lost over what the fuck just happened.

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.

———

(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.