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karvroom Ā· 1 month ago
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keigo has been demoted from fine shyt to chopped shytšŸ¤§šŸ¤§
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dee-writes-anime Ā· 3 months ago
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haii!! blue here! šŸ«
a birdie told me that your requests are open yehehe (ā ć†ā Ļ‰ā ć†ā )
thinking about keigo x reader where they promised to marry each other while they were kids just to met again years later
or
keigo x reader where reader is a single parent from a little kid
thankyouu have a great day or night <3
- blue
Soaring Sons with Hawks
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FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader
SUMMARY Meeting your son for the first time :) (request by blue)
CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, single mom, toddler/elementary age kid, hawks being super soft and parental (??)
AUTHORS NOTE Thank you so much for the ask, blue!! I hope I did your thoughts justice with this single-mom reader fic. I apologize for the shorter writing, my boss decided to up my hours this week so I've been dying between classwork and that T-T
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Keigo had faced impossible situations beforeā€”battling villains, saving lives, even surviving high-profile scandals that shook him to his core. But standing in front of your door, waiting to meet the most important person in your life, he felt a nervousness he hadnā€™t experienced in years.
His wings shifted restlessly behind him, feathers trembling with the weight of his nerves. You had told him to take things slowā€”Ren was shy, and this was a big step. But that wasnā€™t what gnawed at Keigoā€™s gut.
It was the fear of not being enough. Not for you, and certainly not for your son.
The door opened, and there you stood, framed by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, your smile gentle yet a little tentative. At your side, holding your hand, was Renā€”small and quiet, his wide eyes staring up at Keigo with an innocent kind of wonder that made the heroā€™s heart skip a beat.
ā€œHey,ā€ you greeted softly, your fingers giving Renļæ½ļæ½s hand a reassuring squeeze. ā€œCome in, Keigo.ā€
ā€œHey,ā€ Keigo echoed, his usual playful lilt softer now, more cautious. He stepped through the door, folding his wings close to avoid knocking into anything, but his gaze was completely focused on Ren.
He crouched down, making sure not to loom over the boy, trying to make himself as unthreatening as possible. Ren stayed tucked behind your leg, peeking out at him, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes.
ā€œSo, you must be the little superhero Iā€™ve been hearing all about,ā€ Keigo said, his voice warm and gentle, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He kept his tone low, not wanting to overwhelm the boy.
Ren blinked, his grip on your hand still tight but loosening just a bit as his gaze flitted between Keigo and his wings.
ā€œYou have wings,ā€ Ren whispered, his small voice breaking the silence. ā€œLike a birdie.ā€
Keigo couldnā€™t help the grin that spread across his face. Slowly, he unfurled one of his wings, letting the feathers shimmer in the light as they shifted softly.
ā€œYeah, pretty cool, huh?ā€ Keigo said, giving his wings a little flap to show them off. ā€œWanna touch ā€˜em?ā€
Ren hesitated, glancing up at you as if asking for permission. When you gave him an encouraging nod, he stepped forward, reaching out tentatively with his small hand to graze the edge of Keigoā€™s wing.
Keigo watched the boyā€™s expression carefully, seeing the awe and wonder spark behind Renā€™s eyes as he marveled at the softness of the feathers. There was a quiet patience to Ren, a shyness that mirrored your own, and Keigo felt his heart swell with a tenderness he hadnā€™t expected.
ā€œDo they help you fly?ā€ Ren asked, his voice a little louder now, his initial nervousness starting to fade.
ā€œThey do,ā€ Keigo replied, his eyes soft as he glanced between you and Ren. ā€œAnd theyā€™re also great for giving rides to special little guys like you.ā€
Renā€™s eyes went wide, his mouth forming a small ā€˜Oā€™ of surprise. ā€œReally?ā€
Keigo chuckled, glancing at you for approval. You smiled at him, your eyes glowing with a quiet warmth that sent a surge of affection through him. He hadnā€™t seen you this relaxed in a while, and it made him want to protect this moment, to keep it safe.
ā€œIf itā€™s okay with your mom,ā€ Keigo teased, looking back at Ren with a playful grin. ā€œI could take you for a little flight. Just around the yard.ā€
Ren looked up at you with eager eyes, practically bouncing on his heels. You laughed softly, nodding your approval. ā€œI think we can manage that.ā€
Keigoā€™s heart swelled with something warm and light, and he stood up, unfolding his wings fully as Ren watched in awe. He crouched down again, offering his back to the boy, who scrambled onto his shoulders with your help.
Once Ren was settled, his little arms wrapped securely around Keigoā€™s neck, the hero stood up slowly, making sure the boy felt safe and steady.
ā€œYou ready?ā€ Keigo murmured, his voice gentle as he glanced over his shoulder at Ren, who nodded with wide-eyed excitement.
With a single powerful beat of his wings, they lifted off the ground, gliding into the sky in a smooth, gentle arc. Ren let out a squeal of pure delight, his laughter bubbling up as they soared above the yard, the wind rushing around them.
Keigoā€™s heart soared along with them. He felt Renā€™s tiny arms tighten around his neck, the boyā€™s joy infectious as they floated higher, and in that moment, everything else melted away. The worries, the doubts, the fear of not being enoughā€”it all faded as he listened to Renā€™s laughter echoing in the sky.
When they landed softly back on the ground, Ren was still giggling, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He slid off Keigoā€™s back and ran to you, his eyes bright and full of wonder.
ā€œMom! Did you see that? I was flying!ā€ Ren exclaimed, his face lighting up as he looked between you and Keigo.
You laughed, crouching down to wrap your arms around your son, your smile radiant. ā€œI saw, baby. You were so brave.ā€
Keigo watched the two of you with a soft smile, his heart full in a way it hadnā€™t been in years. Ren was still bouncing with excitement, telling you all about his little flight as you listened with a motherā€™s quiet pride.
And as Keigo stood there, watching you and Ren, he felt something settle deep in his chest. He wasnā€™t just some outsider, hovering at the edges of your life anymore. In this moment, he felt like he belongedā€”with both of you.
He hadnā€™t just met your son today. He had found a place where he was more than a hero. He was someone who could be part of your world, part of Renā€™s world, and for the first time in a long while, Keigo felt at peace.
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redvdress Ā· 3 months ago
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thinking here...
takami keigo who never thought of having children, but as soon as he met you, the idea grew strong on him. marrying, living together and later having a baby...
takami keigo who promises himself to give all he have to both you and your kid, promises himself to be a better father for his kid than his father was for him...
just... takami keigo... (ā *ā Ā“ā Ļ‰ā ļ½€ā *ā )
- šŸ«
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SMALL RED WINGS
A/N: hii anon thank you for your request, send as many as u want, donā€™t be shy!! here is my way of picturing it all, unfortunately i havenā€™t read the manga so i tried to look for as many information i could about the time skip, because yeah i think that if hawks wanted a family, he would build it in the afterskip. warning: spoiler for season 7 ep. 18 (idk which manga chapter is that, sorryy)
Imagine being with Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks, that never once thought about having a family.
The idea of a child, a homeā€”those were luxuries he couldnā€™t afford. After all, being the Number Two hero was more than just a job; it was a constant, dangerous responsibility. Every day, he risked his life for people who adored him, but deep down, he knew the truth: being with someone like him wasnā€™t easy.
Yes, he was charmingā€”everyone said so. Handsome, funny, strong, and caring, with a smile that could disarm anyone.
But all that didnā€™t change the fact that he wasnā€™t made for relationships, at least not the normal kind. Dates? Days off? Those were foreign concepts to him.
The very thought was laughable. In truth, anyone with him would have to accept that his work came first, always.
Even if he loved youā€”God, did he love youā€”his duty was to the people in danger, the lives he could save. So when the phone rang in the middle of the night, and he had to slip out of bed, leaving you behind, it wasnā€™t a choice. It was an obligation.
He hated it.
Every single time.
What he wanted more than anything was to stay, to watch you wake up in his arms, to share those quiet mornings that he never got to have. But the call of duty was louder than his heart.
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Then, everything changed. After the final battle with All for One, Keigo lost his quirk.
His wings, once his greatest symbol, were gone, stripped away along with the fierceness that made him Hawks. To the public, he was still a hero, even without his red wings. But no one ever truly saw Keigo, the man underneath.
Until he met you.
You knew who he wasā€”of course you did.
But when you looked at him, you didnā€™t see Hawks, the hero. In those golden eyes of yours, he was simply Takami Keigo, the man. It was that look that made him trust you completely, enough to open up in a way he had never done before. He let you see the boy he once was, the one who had been hidden away behind the mask of a hero for so long.
Becoming the President of Hero Public Safety meant Keigo no longer had to be on the front lines, though his work remained demanding. But with you by his side, he began to entertain a dream heā€™d never allowed himself to have: a family, a real one. One he could build with youā€”the kind of family he never had growing up.
The idea didnā€™t come from you, surprisingly. You had always hoped for a future with him, but you were too considerate to push.
It was Keigo who brought it up, late one night after a long and exhausting shift. When he told you about his small dream, you could hardly believe it, wrapping him in your arms so tightly he could barely breathe. He was ready, and so were you.
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The wedding that followed was intimate, just as Keigo wanted. He didnā€™t want the media frenzy that would come with announcing Hawksā€™ marriage, so it was a quiet ceremony in a secluded garden, surrounded by only the closest of friends.
Even Endeavor showed up, much to your surprise, muttering under his breath ā€œHow did someone as silly as you managed to find someone like her?ā€
Yet, there was a softness in his words, a hint of approval he rarely showed.
Keigo stood at the altar in a simple suit, his eyes never leaving yours as you walked toward him. His smile was brighter than the sun, and when you exchanged vows, his hands trembled slightly as he slipped the ring onto your finger, a deep red stone set within it, like a piece of his lost wings.
ā€œI promise to love you for the rest of my lifeā€ he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. ā€œTo protect you and the family weā€™re going to build together. Even without my wings, even without my quirk, Iā€™ll protect you.ā€
For a man who once believed he was destined to be alone, that moment felt nothing short of miraculous.
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Time passed, and one day, while Keigo was at work, you called him. Breathless, your voice shook with excitement as you told him the news: you were pregnant. Keigo, sitting behind his desk at the Hero Commission with a cup of coffee in hand, couldnā€™t believe his ears. He bolted from his chair and raced home so fast youā€™d almost think his quirk had returned, bursting through the door, eyes wide with disbelief.
ā€œAre you serious?ā€ he asked, breathless with excitement.
When you nod and show him the positive pregnancy test, his grin would turn into a full-blown smile, the kind that makes his eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. Youā€™d probably expect a more composed reaction from someone like him, but instead, heā€™d move faster than youā€™ve seen him move in a while.
Without warning, heā€™d scoop you up, twirling you around effortlessly despite his exhaustion. Youā€™d both be laughing as he holds you close, pressing his forehead against yours. ā€œWeā€™re going to have a baby?ā€ heā€™d ask again, his voice barely above a whisper, still making sure he isnā€™t dreaming.
The disbelief would quickly fade, and his excitement would bubble over. ā€œIā€™m gonna be a dad?ā€ His laugh would be a mix of nervousness and joy.
Hawks, who was always so confident on the battlefield, would suddenly seem a little more vulnerable, maybe even a bit shaky from the emotional rush.
Then, in his fashion, heā€™d playfully add, ā€œDoes that mean I have to, like, baby-proof the whole house? Or maybe teach them how to fly?ā€ His words would be teasing, but the glint in his eyes would show how serious he is about wanting to protect both you and the baby.
As the initial excitement dies down, thereā€™d be a softer moment. Heā€™d sit you both down, still holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin. There might be a flicker of uncertainty in his eyesā€”Keigo never had the best upbringing, and deep down, that would probably stir up some quiet fears about whether he could be the kind of father your child deserves.
But he wouldnā€™t say that out loud, not immediately. Instead, heā€™d look at you, his expression softening, and say something like, ā€œYou know, Iā€™ve always been good at flying solo, butā€¦I think this is the one mission I want to be part of a team for.ā€
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The months that followed were a whirlwind. Keigo was more protective than ever, fussing over your comfort, making sure you ate well, and attending every doctorā€™s appointment.
His eyes were filled with awe as he watched the ultrasound screen, hearing the steady heartbeat of the tiny life you had created together.
But with that joy came anxiety. Late at night, as he lay beside you, those old fears crept in. His father had been a terrible man, filled with anger and violence. What if Keigo had inherited that darkness? What if he wasnā€™t good enough? One night, the weight of it all became too much, and in the dark, he whispered his fears.
ā€œWhat if I mess this up?ā€ His voice trembled. ā€œWhat if Iā€™m not a good father?ā€
But you reassured him, and slowly, he began to believe that he could be differentā€”that he already was.
Because he knew all too well what a horrible childhood felt likeā€”he had lived through it firsthandā€”Keigo was determined to ensure his child would experience something entirely different. He had endured the fear, the loneliness, and the pain of growing up in a broken home, with no sense of love or stability. And now, more than anything, he wanted to give his child a life they could be proud of.
He wanted them to grow up feeling safe, loved, and cherished, surrounded by the warmth of a family that supported them. A family built on love, not fear. He was determined that their childhood would be nothing like his. Instead of the cold indifference he had known, his child would be embraced with affection, and instead of shame, they would feel prideā€”pride in their family and in the love their parents shared.
Keigo wanted them to see what a strong, healthy relationship looked like. To know, from the very start, that they were wanted and adored by both of their parents. He wanted to raise them with the sense of security he never had, so they could grow up confident, knowing they were part of something whole and good.
Above all, Keigo wanted his child to look at their family with pride, knowing that their parents loved each other deeply and fought for the life they were building together.
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The day your baby was born was the happiest of Keigoā€™s life. Sitting beside you, watching as you held your newborn, he felt the ache of his missing wings. He wished he could wrap them around you both, shelter you from the world. Tears filled his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to your babyā€™s forehead.
ā€œTheyā€™re perfect,ā€ he whispered, overwhelmed with love and gratitude, leaving the gentlest kiss on their little forehead.
In that moment, Keigo Takamiā€”the man who once thought he could only be a heroā€”realized that he had everything he had ever dreamed of. He had you, his partner, his love, and now, his child, a symbol of the future he had dared to hope for.
Though he would love his child unconditionally, deep down, my personal headcannon is that he secretly hoped for a boy.
Someone who could grow strong and protect you, just as he had vowed to do.
And while no one could say for sure if his quirk was truly gone forever after All for One stole it, I wouldnā€™t be surprised if one day, a pair of small red wings appeared on your childā€™s back!
After Hawks became a pro hero he had his own plush, so imagine your child holding it as baby Keigo held the Endeavor one, this is extremely cutee
bonus super cute scene!
One afternoon, Keigo was sprawled out on the living room floor, lazily flipping through a magazine while your toddler crawled all over him, tugging at his hair and poking at his face. It was one of those rare, lazy days where he didnā€™t have to rush off for work, and he cherished every second of it. Even if it meant being turned into a human jungle gym.
Your childā€”who had inherited Keigoā€™s striking golden eyesā€”giggled as they clambered onto his back, grabbing handfuls of his messy blond hair and pretending to ā€˜flyā€™ like Hawks used to.
ā€œWhoa there, little bird,ā€ Keigo laughed, turning his head slightly so he could see the mischievous look on his childā€™s face. ā€œYouā€™re not old enough to be flying yet, and besidesā€¦ā€ He gave an exaggerated sigh, dramatically slumping onto the floor as if in defeat. ā€œDaddyā€™s wings are still in the shop.ā€
Your child squealed in delight, bouncing up and down on Keigoā€™s back as if they didnā€™t care at all about the missing wings. ā€œFly! Fly!ā€ they chanted, pulling on his shirt like reins.
Keigo groaned playfully, shifting his body around as if preparing for takeoff.
ā€œAlright, alright, but this flight is gonna cost ya,ā€ he teased, glancing up at you with a wink. ā€œOne kiss for the captain, and we might just make it to the couch in one piece.ā€
You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldnā€™t help smiling as your child leaned over and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Keigoā€™s cheek. He beamed, as if that kiss gave him all the power he needed. With a dramatic grunt, he pushed himself up on all fours, his child clinging to his back like they were riding a mighty steed.
ā€œHawks Airlines, taking off!ā€ he announced, crawling around the living room with exaggerated movements, making airplane noises and tilting his body from side to side as if navigating through invisible turbulence. Your child shrieked with laughter, their tiny hands gripping his shoulders.
Keigo made a few loops around the coffee table before finally collapsing in a heap of mock exhaustion. ā€œPhew! Rough landing, folks. Weā€™ve reached our destinationā€”couchland,ā€ he said breathlessly, rolling onto his back and pulling your child into his arms. ā€œThank you for flying with the best retired hero-slash-dad in the world.ā€
Your child giggled and snuggled into his chest, their small body rising and falling with Keigoā€™s soft laughter. He looked down at them, his golden eyes warm and full of love, then glanced up at you with a goofy grin. ā€œI gotta admit, I may have lost my wings, but Iā€™ve gained a pretty cute co-pilot."
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saintoji Ā· 3 years ago
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Word Count - 6.3k
Chapter Synopsis-
An unfortunate predicament leads to Hawks getting closer to the object of his sudden affection.
You discover things and it makes you wish you were the fool you used to be before things changed.
You know what they say - ignorance is bliss, after all.
Chapter Warnings - dubcon, smut, ruts, Hawks somewhat acts like a bird during mating season, slight degradation, a sex toy is used, fingering, oral sex, slight overstimulation, face slapping, unprotective sex (wrap your willy, silly!), big paragraphs, may have some spoilers for the anime (s3-s4), some aftercare, this is what happens when you let a chaotic whore get loose and let her churn out a fic under pressure.
Author's Note -
This is my entry for Secret Santa hosted this year by Anilysium Server! I hope you enjoy this gift I have for you, @bratdesire
Finals season finally ended and I hope everyone will be able to enjoy Christmas this year to the fullest. I'm hoping to write more and post more fics, if my health and studies allow me during this break. :) Have a jolly December everyone!
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Keigo wakes up to the sound of his doorbell ringing.
His head is pounding and his body is sore. His throat is scratchy and his eyes are bleary. He feels as if heā€™s been run over by a few trucks one after another without a break. In short? Heā€™s not feeling great. At all.
He groans into his pillow, not certain if he wanted to deal with whatever disaster was waiting for him at the front door. He already had enough problems to deal with. He reaches for his phone, scrolling through the many unread messages and missed calls. A familiar name in the call logs makes him pause (and he notices that the bell has ceased its ringing) but he decides calling her right about now is the last thing he should be doing.
Instead, he sends an e-mail out, using up his leftover leave days. Having your own agency has its perks and one of them has to be that he makes his own hours. But no matter how nice it would be to just lie around and do nothing during the few holidays he has granted himself, he has a huge fucking problem to deal with.
His neck tingles and his skin flushes with heat, forcing him to sit up and process his surroundings. Right, he came back home mid-duty yesterday because he realized that his cycle was all messed up and his rut creeped up on him earlier than anticipated. He had to go MIA and coop himself in his home like a chicken and wait out till his cycle is over ā€“ which will be about 7 days, give or take.
Thankfully, itā€™s not a recurring problem and he wouldnā€™t have to worry about it, until you walked into his life. You with your soft hair and snappy comebacks, and the fact that you never flustered over him like most of his fangirls just made him all the more infatuated with you. He adored his fangirls, he really did. But your indifference messed with his head in the best way possible. He let it slide, thinking that itā€™s just him fixating on someone as he hasnā€™t had the chance to date someone. Not that he had any difficulty getting laid, but being a No.2 hero in all of Japan was exhausting enough with the pressure and responsibilities that it brought him.
Well, that was until you started staying late because he stayed late, made sure when he entered his office he was greeted with his usual order of coffee and a plate of ginger cookies from that one local brand he was never able to find again - you decided to humour the guy once by ordering the cookies in bulk for him and that is all he ever has with his coffee ā€“ not that he minds, of course, making him chicken noodle soup on days heā€™s running a little under the weather or when you bring him a new change of clothes whenever he ends up sleeping in his office.
He could care less, until you started caring for him.
Hook, line, sinker.
Thatā€™s all it took for him to realize heā€™s a lot more attached to you than he initially thought. And heā€™s so fucked.
He breaks out of his reverie when instead of the doorbell, his phone rings. He reads the caller ID and realizes itā€™s Endeavour. Rolling his eyes at the inconvenient timing, he leaves his bed but not before changing into a fresh set of boxers, even though the fabric was scratchy against his skin and he hated every second of being clothed given his ever-rising body temperature and the half-boner he has popped up as a premonition for what is to come soon.
He heads for the kitchen and decides that it is best if he hydrates first. A certain con of being in a week-long rut is that you barely ever get a chance to drink enough water or eat food, because youā€™re either too busy getting your brains fucked or youā€™re too tired to move at all. Having someone deliver him food for such times would be nice ā€“ but he is neither an exhibitionist who loves flashing people nor is he willing to embarrass himself by letting others see him like this.
Itā€™s silent as he gulps down a mouthful of water and he wonders if the person outside his apartment is planning to leave anytime soon. Given the fact that he can still smell someone means they havenā€™t left yet but it seems they donā€™t plan on ringing the bell anymore (hopefully).
Thank god for that because one more ring and he wouldā€™ve smashed the intercom speaker himself.
Scavenging through the drawers, he chances upon a bag of trail mix and decides that it should be enough for him as a snack. The granola bars and chocolates can wait their turn until after the next wave hits. He scrolls through the horde of unseen texts, pausing momentarily as he notices a text from an unsaved number.
But he doesnā€™t need to save the number knowing that such scandalous texts can only be from one person. The sender in question is more than an accomplice but less than a partner in crime. That man never liked intimacy anyway, and Hawks is not sure if heā€™d ever be okay with making merry with someone heā€™s supposedly enemies with. He saves his number anyway, just in case.
Heā€™s munching on a few nuts when his phone gets pinged with a message, your name as the sender flashes across the screen. He pauses, unsure if he should see what you have texted him.
On one hand, he misses you. A lot. So much so that he resents the fact that he has to stay at home all alone without hearing your quips or talking to you at the end of the day about the few books you both have read (He may have bought you the expensive first editions of some of those books,who cares. Heā€™s young and rich and has a horribly strong crush on you. Heā€™s allowed to spoil you ā€“ his beloved secretary, every once in a while, right?).
On the other hand, he doesnā€™t want to drag you into his mess at all. The more he talks to you, the more tempted he is to spill his guts and heā€™s scared. One wrong move, one wrong word and he just might lose the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Lord knows what would even happen if he ended up seeing you right about now. Heā€™s not sure if he would behave like a gentleman or be able to keep his hands to himself if you were here, right about now.
He opens his texts and searches around for your name, immediately opening the conversation. He remembers the last time you both texted each other, he had to visit a gala and you had, yet again, refused to come along as his plus one. He was bored out of his mind and decided to bug you, and despite your exasperation, you entertained his antics the entire night. You have the patience of a Saint or somethinā€™, he thinks.
[9:05] Hey, youā€™re a bit late.
[9:08] When will you come?
[9;18] Are you already in the office?
[9:22] Okay. Not in the office then.
[9:34] Where are you? We still need to go over the details of your photoshoot with Vogue this Friday.
[9:45] WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CLEAR OUT YOUR SCHEDULE FOR THREE WHOLE DAYS????
[10:11] Keigo, youā€™re scaring me.
[10:12] Are you okay??
[10:30] Wow, you are not responding to my messages.
[10:45] Just let me know youā€™re alive so I can stop worrying and kick your ass for going MIA on me, dude.
[11:30] Fuck it, Iā€™m coming for ya.
He feels panic bubbling as he realizes that the last text you sent was about half an hour ago. It is almost noon now and you might be very well on your way here. And he has to somehow send you back ā€“ before anything happens.
The doorbell rings and he freezes in his steps as he breathes in and realizes that there are faint traces of a familiar scent ā€“ strawberry shampoo, shea butter lotion and... cookies. The doorbell rings again and he doesnā€™t move an inch. Not until he hears you call out, ā€œI know youā€™re in there, Keigo. Let me in, alreadyā€.
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You have been concerned for a while now. Understandably so. Despite being Keigo Takamiā€™s assistant for a little over a year, thereā€™s still so much you donā€™t know about him. The faƧade he puts on for the world, for his fans and other heroes stays on with you as well whenever an intimate moment is shared between you and him and you hate it.
You hate the fact that Keigo can never be himself around you no matter how hard you try and itā€™s frustrating because all you have ever wanted was for him to be at home with you. Despite the fact that there have been days the man many know as Pro Hero Hawks tested your limits above and beyond, you still adore him for the man he is.
Maybe itā€™s a stupid crush and maybe itā€™s stupid of you to indulge yourself in it. The ginger cookies, reading the books he did (even though you did it purely because youā€™re an avid reader yourself) or texting him late at night when heā€™s forced to attend galas and events without you, staying up until he reaches home and is safely asleep in his bedā€¦. Youā€™re not sure why you do it.
You know itā€™s impossible to expect a man like Keigo to see you anything past a secretary doing her job, maybe a good friend at most. You have had the privilege of escorting a few sneaky links the man had had in the first few months of being his PA and needless to say, you are nowhere close to the strong Pro Heroes or the pretty supermodels that would commit to the walk of shame from Keigoā€™s studio apartment the day after.
But whenever he talks to you, you feel like youā€™re being heard for the first time. You feel as if you matter and your thoughts are worth hearing and your opinions are worth fighting for. Life gets a little brighter when Keigoā€™s in the picture and you wish for nothing else in your life but to keep the man in it for as long as you possibly can.
Hoping it was another normal day at work, you check in early. But soon the clock strikes nine and your employer is nowhere to be found. You place the usual cup of coffee on his desk and place the plate of ginger cookies he always wanted to have. You never thought that buying him a few packs of the cookie he once mentioned would lead to him constantly eating from the same brand at all timesā€¦. which is kinda sweet once you think about it.
The hours pass by and not a peep from your boss. You text him in between, hoping heā€™s running a bit late and nothing bad has happened on your way to work. But when you notice the entire schedule for the next three days (including today) was cancelled by him, you get worried and canā€™t help but let your anxiety gnaw at you, as you imagine the worst thing that could possibly have happened to Keigo.
You text him hurriedly, deciding that you wanted to check for yourself if he was doing okay. Clocking out, you use up one of your leave days and order an Uber, typing in the address of the one of the few posh apartment complexes where Hawks had taken residence.
Luckily, you are able to find an available cab in the next ten minutes, but waiting that long felt like eternal torture, as you waited and surfed through the phone for any updates from the ā€˜missingā€™ man himself. Each notification that flashed across your mobileā€™s screen would get your hopes up, but checking it out just resulted in heavy disappointment because it seemed as if any contact with Keigo was just not possible at the moment.
But you get into the taxi anyway, hoping that you will be able to reach out to the No. 2 Pro Hero once you reach his home. Itā€™s unusual for him to disappear into thin air with no feasible way to contact him. You are aware that heā€™s the boss of the agency he works at and itā€™s commendable he had achieved this by the time he turned 18. Whatā€™s even more impressive is the liberty it affords him when it comes to making his own hours. If you had the power to do so, youā€™re pretty sure youā€™d use it to your advantage as well.
However, youā€™re certain that the limelight Keigo received as the second most popular hero in all of Japan must have put a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Heā€™s only 23 with an agency to run, hero responsibilities to perform, and even mentor his work study student Tokoyami. Youā€™re not pissed he needs a break, if that is why he decided to go no touch on everyone in the agency.
Youā€™re just worried as a secretary. Itā€™s unusual for your boss to not let you know if something happened. Thatā€™s all there is to it. Or so you keep mumbling in your head, too scared to approach the feelings that are struggling to fully bloom in your chest, wishing and yearning and hoping to get even an ounce of affirmation it needs to consume you wholly.
You stand in the overhead sun, looking at the posh apartment complex before you. There are a few people walking around you and you feel way out of place, even though you wish you could deny it. A woman passes you by after barely sparing you a glance. Youā€™re pretty sure her shoes are more than your yearly savings. You donā€™t belong here, and this is one of the few things that serves as a reminder to you and humbles you to stay right where you are.
Dreaming big hurts, unless you are blessed with the Lordā€™s golden blessings. Youā€™re glad that at least Keigo seemed to have them.
Even if Hawks claims you are one of his closest friends, youā€™re still aware you both are from different worlds. And even if you dare to dream and pine and hope, at the end of the day you are aware that there is no way in hell it would ever work out with Takami at all. Even if he reciprocates what you have been feeling for him in magnitudes of tenfold and more, it just wouldnā€™t be wise to water the seeds of such hopeless wishes, only to watch the saplings of love wither away into nothing.
You soldier on, providing the ID to the security guard sitting in the common lobby and he issues you a temporary pass for visiting your boss. The elevator ride is excruciatingly painful to wait out, your feet constantly tapping against the cold floor, clicking loudly as you count down the number of floors left until you reach the floor where you knew Hawkā€™s apartment is.
You have probably visited Keigoā€™s home thrice in the entire time you have known him and worked for him. Itā€™s easy enough for you to remember and manoeuvre your way to his place. You had sent him a text just minutes before riding the elevator up to his floor, giving him a heads up about your sudden arrival. And yet you stand still, hesitant about entering his territory. You wait one minute, two minutes ā€“ unaware and unprepared for what waits for you on the other side.
Steeling your resolve, you finally muster up enough courage to confront the man inside the house by ringing his doorbell.
One ring. Two rings.
No response.
Impatient, you decide to call him out from the other side, yelling loudly, ā€œI know youā€™re in there, Keigo. Let me in, alreadyā€.
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Keigo decides to open the door anyway. Heā€™s not sure what made him do it. Maybe the fact that he misses you or maybe he just doesnā€™t want you to worry yourself to death with all the possible things that couldā€™ve caused him to ghost you completely. He knows itā€™s shitty of him to do, but he knows youā€™d understand had you known what he was dealing with right now.
Heā€™s courteous enough to yell out ā€œComing!ā€ while he rushed back inside his room to put on a pair of loose grey sweatpants that allow his legs enough room to breathe in. Too much friction would just worsen his case right now. As he walks back outside and slowly makes his way to the door, he is able to smell you more clearly ā€“ your scent getting stronger and making him all heady with the current state he is in thanks to his raging hormones.
Heā€™s sweating buckets by the time he opens the door to you, drinking in your glowing visage ā€“ all dressed up for office with that pretty cherry chapstick you put on to keep your lips from drying in the cold December air, the scarf he had gifted you this Halloween wrapped tightly around your neck as a way to keep you warm and protected from the wintery season and a brown paper bag hanging between your manicured fingers, the nails painted a pretty shade of red.
Red suited you.
He feels his body tingle with a need to justā€¦take you in and touch you, but he tries his best to keep himself controlled, fearing that he may let loose if he were to indulge in any of his desires that required any direct contact with the object of his affections.
ā€œKeigo, where the fuck have you been?ā€ you ask, your brows arching into a visible frown.
God, you looked hot even when you were angry, he thinks as he sees you rub your temples gently.
Heā€™s so fucked. So, so fucked.
He can smell your strawberry shampoo up close and with each caress of your fingers against your head, heā€™s tempted to run his fingers through your hair, to touch your soft skin and a primal need takes over him that wanted nothing more than to scar the smooth skin of yours with his teeth till they resemble a canvas painted with bruises of reds and purple all over your body.
Taking in a huge breath, you calmly interrogate your boss, ā€œFirstly, you donā€™t come to the office. Secondly, you didnā€™t respond to any of my texts. Then, you go out of your way to cancel all the plans I had to meticulously schedule for you for the next three days without a warning! I just-ā€œ.
You pause for a minute, catching your breath and shuddering at the cold air that brushes against you. You look at him earnestly, eyes seeking for answers to unsolved questions your soul harboured when it came to him. You have known him for so long, and yet you know so little of him.
ā€œIā€™m worried about you, Keigo. I was scared, okay? You didnā€™t come to the office, and you didnā€™t respond to my texts and I assumed the worst, like I always do. What if you were hurt or injured? Or worse, what if you were dying somewhere and I couldnā€™t find you before itā€™s too late?ā€ Tears of frustration bubble up in your eyes and a few of them slip past your cheeks, prompting you to wipe them away with the back of your hand.
ā€œFuck, Iā€™m sorry, sweetheart. I justā€¦. I had to deal with some stuff and couldnā€™t let you know beforehand, ā€˜cuz I didnā€™t wanna worry yaā€, he sheepishly responds, fighting his instinct to wrap you up in him and comfort you. He knows that if he gives in now, he will never be able to stop himself from letting his hands wander. He cannot cross these boundaries yet. He shouldnā€™t, really. Youā€™re his employee for fuckā€™s sake.
Oh, but heā€™s so tempted to change that right now.
Unable to see you cry and berate yourself for worrying, he closes the distance between you both as he embraces you gently in his arms, cradling and cooing over you as a wave of protectiveness washes over him. Up close, his hands can hover over your soft curves and softly caress your body and just the thought of having you all to himself makes his blood rush so much that it makes him dizzy in the head. Looking down at you, he finally gives into the urge to kiss you.
His hands are frenzied as he brings you in, closing the door behind you. He hears the bag fall onto the ground with a soft thud as you stand on tiptoes to reciprocate his fervent kisses with your own. Your fingers run through his messy hair and pull at some of the strands, making him groan into your mouth. Pushing him back, you look at him ā€“ surprised and yet wanting more.
ā€œI justā€¦Okay, that was a pleasant surprise,ā€ your eyes trail all over him, stopping short as you notice the obvious erection straining against the grey sweatpants, forcing you to gulp down your nervousness.
His eyes follow yours to where they were fixated on and he flushes red with embarrassment, not sure how he should handle the fact that you have pretty much caught him red-handed. The kiss did not help him anyway and he can feel the new waves of his rut creeping up on him, about to flood his mind with animalistic lust and this dark desire to just claim you all for himself.
ā€œI promise I donā€™t pop a boner every time I kiss someone, I swear,ā€ he groans, hiding his face between hands.
You chuckle breathlessly, crushing any hints of jealousy that try to seep into your speech (Donā€™t think about Keigo kissing other girls, damn it) as you reply, ā€œI can take your word for itā€.
ā€œI swear you have the worst timing ever, dollā€, he uncovers his face, and you feel a wave of thrill run down your spine as you see how intense and needy he looked, almost as if he was begging you to ruin him for anyone else.
ā€œWhy so?ā€ you ask him, humour evident in your tone.
ā€œBecause I am a guy with a bird quirk, and I have just started out my rut. Againā€, he grits out from between his teeth, eyes pleading you to do something, anything to help lessen his pain.
Your hand trails down his chest, making him hiss softly in response. Your nimble fingers slowly touch his half-hard cock, and he almost melts on the spot.. Your lips pepper soft kisses over his neck, teeth nipping on his skin till you can see red splotches bloom across it. Your fingers softly enter inside his pants, cold fingers touching his wet pre-cum covered cock, and he shudders under your touch.
ā€œBedroom?ā€ you ask him with a teasing smile.
ā€œOh fuck, yes please. Let me touch you, let me feel you, baby,ā€ he begs, pleading you for some respite. Hoping that your touch is just enough to silence the demons that fight for tyranny enough. This should be enough to let his head be quiet for a few more hoursā€¦
ā€œI think you need my help more than anything right now, donā€™t you think?ā€ you hum thoughtfully, pretending to wonder if you should give him what he wants so easily.
ā€œI swear to god, you wonā€™t be teasing me this bad once this rut is in full motion,ā€ he groans as he watches you walk towards his bedroom, hips swaying and fingers cheekily calling him in a come hither motion.
You turn back and answer him, ā€œDonā€™t worry, you can be rough with me. I can handle itā€.
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It didnā€™t take long for Keigo to make you swallow your words back.
For someone who talked big game, you looked so pathetic right now ā€“ on your back and under him, trembling as he fucks you with two of his fingers, his thumb touching everywhere except the place you need him the most.
ā€œFuck, Keigo. Please, please, pleaseā€.
ā€œPlease, what? Why donā€™t you use your words, baby?ā€
Your eyes widen as you see him bring the vibrating wand against your clit again and your hips thrust up into the air as you whine and wail at the orgasm that washes over you suddenly. Your hands yet again finding purchase in the bed sheets below you as you ride out waves of pleasure.
ā€œThat feels good, huh?ā€ he asks you, but every time you open your mouth to respond, you can only gasp or moan his name out loud enough for the entire complex floor to hear.
You really do hope that he has sound proofing done around his room. He seems like the guy who can afford it (given how he needs it way more than usual).
ā€œToo dumb to speak to me now, slut? Brainā€™s all fuzzy that my stupid baby cannot even use words?ā€ he slaps your cheek a few times, the gentle pats against your cheek warming up your skin and setting your body ablaze again.
You feel your stomach, that had been tied up in knots just moments ago, on the verge of unravelling soon. You arch your back at the sudden intrusion and the burn that accompanied with getting fucked by the fingers of the Number 2 Pro Hero, Hawks.
Looking down, you notice that you are now riding three fingers instead of two, and Keigo has the wand pressed right against your slick cunt, the toy sending vibrations that shake your very soul to its core right now. Your thighs feel sticky with the residue on them, but the discomfort is unnoticed when you realize that the man before you wants you.
Itā€™s apparent in the way he looks at you - eyes devoted and unwavering like endless faith in God; as if you were the Goddess he wished to adore for all of eternity. It made you feel so goddamn powerful that it has you wondering if this is why some people become heroes. The power trip you are on right now is intoxicating enough to erase any insecurities and second thoughts you have had about how you feel about Hawks. (Youā€™re certain itā€™s more than a crush, but you need some more time to get to a place where you can actually admit it out loud that itā€™s anything more than a small infatuation).
It almost seems like you can have anything in the entire world right now.
And frankly? You wanted Keigo - wanted each and every moment you lived etched with his presence right about now. Wanted to leave a reminder that you had him all to yourself once, wholly devoted and attentive to your wants and desires - even though youā€™re not certain if you will be able to say the same once his rut ends.
Your brain is not able to focus on any coherent thoughts as you realize that Keigo is humping the bed, rubbing his cock against the soft mattress as he fucks you with his fingers, the toy finally touching your clit with full intensity as his eyes stare into your own - unwavering, commanding as his very being demands all of your attention on him and him alone.
You cannot even fathom what would happen if you were to break eye contact right about now. You dare not do that, not when he has you in a chokehold with how heā€™s tending to you right now. You owe him this, you think. You owe him your attention just as much as heā€™s showing you his.
ā€œKeigo, Keigo!ā€ you tilt your head back and moan, unable to handle the sensory overload that accompanies you as you get closer to letting loose.
ā€œYeah, baby? Gonna come? Gonna be a good girl for me and come for me right now?ā€ he asks you, breathless and desperate to see you fall over the edge and break into pieces, just so he can piece you back together all by himself.
ā€œUh huh, ā€˜m gonna cum! Gonna cum real hard!ā€, you feel your toes curl and your tummy tingle as you finally come and feel the pleasure wash all over you, leaving your limbs heavy and mind blank, your legs shaking as the after effects of overstimulation make you twitch at every single touch you feel on your body.
With your eyes closed, you take a few breaths of relief as you cherish the orgasm you had just experienced and you fail to notice the look of adoration Hawks has in his eyes, wishing he can have this all to himself for the rest of his life (Although he feels shitty for being so selfish, when he knows that you getting entangled with him would do no good to you).
You jolt in surprise as you feel teeth dig into the meat of your thighs and notice that heā€™s on his knees, cleaning up the mess between your legs.His lips leave soft kisses across the inside of your thighs, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. He nips at it, leaving a few teeth marks for you to wear as a reminder of your first time together with him. You cry out in slight pain as his tongue laps at your clit gently, licking up whatever excess juices leaked out of your cunt.
He gets back up, and you notice his cock straining against his sweatpants and itā€™s painfully obvious that each moment he spends neglecting it, the more torturous it must be for him. You get up to help him out, hoping to offer to tend to him like he had helped you out, but he pushes you down onto the mattress and steals all your attention by pulling you in for a bruising kiss.
You can feel your heart hammer inside your chest, your body throbbing with blood and adrenaline and the promise of euphoria keeping you awake despite almost passing out after having an orgasm, all thanks to Keigo and his skillful hands.
ā€œLemme help you, Keiā€, you try to offer again after breaking the kiss, all breathless with your chest heaving and you can see his eyes on your tits - you wonder if heā€™ll mark them too, just like he did with your thighs a few minutes ago.
He shakes his head in negation, opting to finally get out of his sweatpants. You support your upper body on your elbows, admiring his muscular form, his sharp eyes and soft hair - all messed up and glistening in sweat. The clock in the background can be heard with a resounding ā€˜tickā€™ every few seconds and you are again reminded that you just left your office early to visit your boss and now you are about to fuck him.
His boxers are a light grey and you can notice a wet patch on it due to all the pre-cum his cock must be leaking ever since he first laid his hands on you.Your mouth water at the thought of sucking him off - wanting to leave him helplessly under your control. But that has to wait for another time.
He climbs back up on the bed, stroking his cock with his hand and hissing at the little pulses of pleasure that courses through him. You watch, mesmerized and hoping to engrave this into your memories forever.
ā€œFuck, I cannot wait any longer. Can I fuck you, baby? Huh, want me to fill you up till it hurts? Thatā€™s it, right? Thatā€™s all you want, slut?ā€
Heā€™s mumbling and slurring over his words as he spits into his hand (Heā€™s so, so desperate for this wave of rut to wash away), using it to stroke his cock and make it wetter as he uses his hand to guide it towards your soft cunt, slapping it against it a few times. You mewl softly as you feel your body shaking with anticipation as you watch and wait, and one strong push of his hips is all it takes for him to fill you up halfway with his dick.
You whine at the sudden stretch, your hand trailing down to press down on your tummy, where you can feel Keigo filling you up fully. Your senses are blind to the outside world, currently devoted to the pleasure and pain you are experiencing right now, all thanks to one man named Keigo Takami.
ā€œFuck, let me bite you,ā€ he groans out, doubling over so his face is smothered into the mattress beside your neck, his breath hitting eerily close to your ear. ā€œLet me mark you as mine, sweetheart. Want nothing more but for you to be mineā€.
You nod and whisper a small ā€œFine, do it,ā€ as you close your eyes to brace yourself for impact.
You cry out in pain as you feel his teeth bite you, sharp canines sinking into your soft skin and Keigo moans at the small flecks of blood that leak out and fall on his tongue, which he is all the happier to lap it all up. He decides to distract you from the pain by moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you while he cages you in between his arms and the bed beneath you.
The concoction of pleasure and pain mixed together gets you so drunk, so intoxicated that you let it bring you to unspeakable heights, as you find yourself pushing your hips upwards to match the pace your partner had set for you. He taps at your thigh and you take this as a sign to wrap your legs around him, trapping him inside you as you pulse and clench around him tightly and he groans loudly, speeding up his thrusts in tandem with your hips.
Heā€™s kind enough now to help you come sooner by rubbing your clit with his fingers and pinching it once he feels you spasm hard around his cock and with a few quick thrusts, you cry out as you finally come and feel your body twitch uncontrollably.
Itā€™s not long until Keigo is close as well, blabbering about how he wants to mark you as his and how heā€™ll claim you forever once heā€™s done with you. A handful of thrusts is all it takes for him to fill you up with his come and he turns liquid, body encasing you under him as he relaxes himself for the first time since he had known he had to deal with his cycle way earlier than planned.
You hit his shoulder a few times as you feel yourself sink into the bed with his weight on your body, ā€œPfft, youā€™re heavy, Keigo! Get off!ā€
He reluctantly agrees when you whine at him and then, he turns over to land beside you on the bed, only a few inches separating you from one another.
Not for long, your wicked mind suggest and you feel yourself flush with the possibility of
ā€œFuck, that was great,ā€ he laughs out breathlessly, still not believing he had actually fucked you. His body feels warm and the cold bed sheets feel nice against his heated skin.
ā€œThat was nice, yeah,ā€ you agree with him.
With his head clear and hormones at ease, he admires you as you rest beside him. Your skin glows under the afternoon sunlight that streams from between his window curtains and your hair is all loose and scattered across the bed. Heā€™s pretty sure the bed sheets right now must smell like sweat, sex and you. And as he soaks you in, he wishes for nothing more than to have this forever.
Both of you lie beside each other in comfortable silence, just appreciating each otherā€™s presence as you let the lethargy seep into your bones and lull you into a state perfect for a long nap or two maybe.
You didnā€™t notice Keigo leaving until you felt him wipe you clean between your thighs with a wet rag, and he hovers over you as he asks you, ā€œIā€™m gonna go shower before I stink up the room. Ya want anything?ā€
You shake your head.
ā€œLet me know otherwise, okay?ā€
ā€œThatā€™s it?ā€ you ask him.
ā€œUh, yeah. I am a horndog during this cycle, but I get moments of respite, so enjoy while this lasts, buttercup,ā€ he laughs as you scrunch your nose at the nickname.
He kisses your forehead gently as he climbs off of the bed, exiting the room to make his way to the washroom but not before tossing you his phone, all unlocked.
ā€œWhatā€™s this for, Hero?ā€ you ask him, confused.
ā€œOrder something to eat for us before I fuck you again. I am starving and I know you havenā€™t had anything to eat either,ā€ he waves off, disappearing from your view completely.
Humming a familiar tune to yourself, you browse through certain delivery apps until you find this one Italian place that had way too many tempting pizza and pasta dishes for you to not give it a chance (Youā€™re a glutton for pizza, and no one can hold you at fault for that, right?). You decide on the dishes you thought Keigo would relish the most, adding them to the cart and are about to order it when a text notification pops up on the screen.
Your blood runs cold once you realize who the text was from.
Dabi [14:23] We need to talk, Pro Hero Hawks.
It seems like you still donā€™t know him after all.
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šŸ¦Š= SpicyĀ  (18+)
šŸ„§= FluffĀ 
šŸ«= Angst
šŸ¦“= Horror
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Witch x Bakugou šŸ„§šŸ«
Rules/Squicks/About Me
Katsuki Bakugou
Angry!Reader x Bakugou DrabbleĀ šŸ„§šŸ«
Bakugou x Reader (Fight HC)Ā šŸ«
Bakugou x Reader (memory loss quirk AU)Ā Part 1šŸ«šŸ„§
Bakugou x Reader (memory loss quirk AU)Ā Part 2šŸ«šŸ„§
Hoshi Part OneĀ (Observatory)Ā Ā (Polly Uraraka x Reader x Bakugou)šŸ„§
Hoshi Part TwoĀ (Hero Agency)Ā (Polly Uraraka x Reader x Bakugou)šŸ„§
Hoshi Part ThreeĀ (Shipwreck) (Polly Uraraka x Reader X Bakugou) šŸ„§
Cold!Bakugou x reader (ft. a comfy bed)Ā šŸ„§
Bakugou x Reader (Wedding Night Ft. Tattoos)Ā šŸ„§šŸ¦Š
Bakugou X reader x Perv!Deku šŸ¦Š
Deaf Bakugou Imagine šŸ¦Š
Hawks (Keigo Takami)
Hawks x reader x other (Threesome)šŸ¦Š
Sub!Hawks x Reader (Jealousy Turned Submissive)Ā šŸ¦ŠĀ 
Hawks x Corset!ReaderĀ šŸ„§šŸ¦Š
Hawks x Reader DrabbleĀ šŸ„§
Hawks x Reader (Coffee Shop/Fake Dating) Part One šŸ„§
Hawks x Reader (Coffee Shop/Fake Dating) Part Two šŸ„§
Downside to dating HawksĀ šŸ„§šŸ«
Hawks x Reader (Crimson Peak AU)Ā šŸ„§šŸ«
Izuku MidoryiaĀ 
Midoryiaā€™s handsĀ šŸ„§
Midoryia x Hero!ReaderĀ šŸ«
Bakugou X Reader x Perv!Deku šŸ¦Š
Aizawa
Aizawa x Reader (Asphyxiation Kink) šŸ¦Š
Aizawa x Tattooartist!Reader (ft. Eri)Ā Part One šŸ„§
Aizawa x Tattooartist!Reader (ft. Eri) Part TwoĀ šŸ„§
Others
Kiri Headcanon šŸ„§
Uraraka x Reader (Meet Cute)Ā šŸ„§
Multi-cast headcanons
Aftercare w/ MHAĀ šŸ¦Š
MHA X Fav Doggy StyleĀ šŸ¦Š
MHA Ladies HeadcanonsĀ (Midnight, Mirko, Joke, Uraraka)šŸ„§
Calling MHA pet names šŸ„§
MHA Supporting You Creatively Part One šŸ„§
MHA Supporting You Creatively Part Two Ā šŸ„§
MHA x Ghost Investigator šŸ„§
MHA (Ouran Host Club AU)Ā šŸ„§
MHA At Con/Fest/Faire šŸ„§
MHA x Curly- Haired S/O šŸ„§
MHA x Thunderstorms šŸ„§
MHA x SnowdayĀ šŸ„§
MHA With An S/O That Covers Their Hair šŸ„§
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Gojou
Gojou x Vlogger!Reader šŸ„§
Accidental marriage with GojouĀ šŸ„§šŸ¦Š
Gojou x Reader x Nanami Drabble šŸ¦Š
Gojou x Reader (one night stand) šŸ¦ŠšŸ«
Megumi
Megumi X reader Drabble šŸ¦Š
Megumi X Reader ft. Dogs Part OneĀ šŸ¦ŠšŸ„§
Multi-Cast HC
Degradation/Praise With JJK šŸ¦Š
JJK x Tattooed S/O šŸ„§šŸ¦Š
JJK x Thunderstorms šŸ„§
JJK x SnowdayĀ šŸ„§
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Benimaru HeadcanonsĀ šŸ¦ŠšŸ„§
Lieutenant Hinawa NSFW Drabble šŸ¦Š
Vulcan x Reader (Morning After) šŸ¦ŠšŸ„§
Shinra x Reader DrabbleĀ šŸ„§
Multi- Cast HC
Fire Force x Thunderstorms šŸ„§
Fire Force x SnowdayĀ šŸ„§
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SebastianĀ 
Monster Fvcker Part OneĀ šŸ¦Š
Monster Fvcker Part TwoĀ šŸ¦Š
Sebastian x Reader DrabbleĀ šŸ¦Š
Sebastian Drabble šŸ¦Š
Sebastian x Grell x ReaderĀ Part OneĀ šŸ¦Š
Sebastian x Grell X Reader Part TwoĀ šŸ¦Š
Grinch!AU Sebastian X Reader Part OneĀ šŸ¦“
Grinch!AU Sebastian x Reader Part TwoĀ šŸ¦“
Grinch!AU Sebastian x Reader Part ThreeĀ šŸ¦“šŸ¦Š
Sebastainā€™s HandsĀ šŸ„§
DILF Sebastian DrabblešŸ„§Ā 
DILF Sebastian Drabble Part TwoĀ Ā šŸ„§
DILF Sebastian Drabble Part Three (Christmas) šŸ„§
Other Characters
Undertaker x Reader DrabbleĀ šŸ¦Š
Muti Cast HC
Black Butler x SnowdayĀ šŸ„§
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Dazai
Dazai x ReaderšŸ„§
ADA!Dazai x Artdealer!ReaderĀ šŸ«šŸ¦ŠšŸ„§
Other CharactersĀ 
Kunikida x Reader and his Impossible StandardsĀ šŸ„§
Yosano x Reader (Who Has NightmaresĀ šŸ«šŸ„§
Multicast
BSD With An S/O That Covers Their HairĀ šŸ„§
BSD (Ouran Host Club AU)Ā šŸ„§šŸ¦Š
Aftercare w/ BSD šŸ¦Š
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Levi AckermanĀ 
Chubby!Levi x Baker!ReaderĀ šŸ„§
Sub!Levi x reader DrabblešŸ¦Š
Sub!Levi X Reader ScenešŸ¦Š
Multicast
AOTĀ  First time getting headĀ šŸ¦Š
Aftercare w/ AOTĀ šŸ¦Š
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Alucard x Reader (Holiday Addition)šŸ„§
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Submissive men would would use their power dynamicĀ  Ā (including: Levi, Gojou, Obi and Hawks) šŸ¦Š
How they treat your thighs while you ride themĀ (Including: Nanami, Sakuna, Megumi, Ijichi, Inkumaki, Itadori, Gojou, Togi, Aizawa, Todoroki, Tamaki, Midoryia, Mirio, Denki, Bakugou) šŸ¦Š
X Reader Anxiety ComfortĀ (Including: Moriarty, Hinawa, Gojou, Aizawa, Levi, Sebastian)šŸ«šŸ„§
When You/They Are SickĀ (including: Hawks, Levi, Nobara, Sebastian, Dazai, Maki.) šŸ„§
Demon Slayer In Bed HCĀ šŸ¦Š
Inosuke x Reader (First time)Ā šŸ¦Š
Meet-cute Reimagine (Howl x Reader) šŸ„§
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