#Happy Birthday Keigo!

[isabeauwolf]

A lemony and chocolaty birthday - Single Mom x Hawks

Now that Christmas is over you now have three days to plan out your daughters birthday.

Why your little gremlin couldn't be born on her original due date you will never know. Instead your bright eyed, loud and social butterfly of a daughter decided to be born two days early... right after Christmas, but before New Years.

When the world was still cold, covered in snow and at it's most busiest.

Overall, you couldn't complain too much. Your daughter had become your whole world and you don't ever regret giving birth to her, never, ever.

Your only regret what that your daughter doesn't have a father figure in her life.

It always broken your heart whenever you saw your little ball of sunshine frown as she watched other daddies playing with their kids, more specifically, fathers and their daughters. She never voiced her wish, except once. Why was daddy missing? Did he not love her? Was he mean to you? Does he even know that she exist?

As much as it hurt to talk about. How much the old wound hurt to reopen you couldn't lie to your baby girl.

The true was your boyfriend had cheated on you, It was the same damned day, you found out you were pregnant. Your teary-eyed, happy smile had turned into tears of sorrow and heartbreak. He didn't love you anymore, so you broken up with him and never told him.

Cut him completely out of your life. Social media, phone number, burnt his photographs... well, all except but one. The very first photo you two had taken together while you two had just started dating. Ironic enough, it was during a Christmas party through mutual friends and he had sweet-talked you.

One thing led into another, hand-holding, cuddles, dates, kisses on the way to work, tangled sheets, then boom, a baby.

Your precious little bundle of joy looks so much like a combination of the two of you. Your eyes, complexion, smile, but her fathers overly loud and cheery outlook on life. Oh, she could be shy when she first met strangers, men in particular, then after warming up she would immediately become a chatterbox with zero filter.

Being more of an introvert with an extrovert of a child was exhausting, but you smiled regardless.

Back to the present, while your little girl was napping in her bed. You decided to go to a bakery this year. You always made a traditional Christmas cake for her birthday, but this year she wanted an odd combination. A lemon cake with chocolate frosting. Oh well, it's her birthday.

Picking up the phone, you made an order and decided that you would pick up the cake with her as a surprise.

With a smile on your lips you set a timer on your phone for two hours, then took a much needed nap with your Hawks plush.

It's funny how much of a Hawks fan your daughter had become just because you were too. She had her own plush, Hawks themed bedding set, even a miniature copy of his yellow visor, jacket and a pair of fake red angel wings. She loved wearing it rain, shine or winter.

Little did you know that you two would meet The Winged Hero on his birthday as well as your daughters, that they were birthday twins.

On the day of her birthday, you made chocolate chip and funfetti pancakes smothered in whipped cream with a bacon smile, strawberry sliced eyes, and a side of fruit and scrambled eggs for the birthday girl.

The bright smile on her face as your daughter wore her mismatched pajamas was worth it. She had on her princess crown and matching earrings, Hawks theme long-sleeved shirt, princess tutu and black leggings which she wore to bed last night minus the crown and earrings.

Your daughter was happily humming to herself while swinging her legs and stuffing her face. "What are we doing for my birthday today, mommy?" She asked after swallowing her mouthful of syrup soaked pancake.

You smiled over your cup of coffee, humming in thought. "Hmm, oh no, it can't be your birthday already. It was last year wasn't it, monkey?" You teased in false ignorance and tilting your head to the side.

Your daughter blinked as she drank her orange juice. Setting the glass down with a juice mustache on her face, she hopped off the chair and ran towards the fridge to grab the calendar, went back to you and tried shoving it in your face. "No, honest, mommy, look, look, see! It's my birthday! December 28th, right there!"

Biting your lip and trying to hold back a snicker, you placed your mug down and picked up the calendar. "Let's see. December 25th is Christmas, one, two, three.... oh my goddess," you faked gasped and your eyes widened, "So it is. Is mommy being silly again?"

"Uh huh." Your daughter agreed, climbing back into her seat and resumed eating her breakfast, waiting.

You set the calendar to the side and dug into your own chocolate chip, funfetti pancakes with whipped cream, strawberries, whipped cream and syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs. "Let's finish eating and getting ready for the day, m'kay?" You winked, covering your hand over your mouth and swallowing.

Hopping back towards the table she finished her breakfast and dashed towards her room to get ready. "Don't leave without me!" She hollered, peaking from her room.

Where'd she get all of that sassyness from you wonder? Whoops.

Downing your coffee and breakfast, you placed everything in the sink for later and made your way towards your shared bedroom to pick up the clothes you already set out on top of the dresser, getting undressed and changed. "Need help?"

"Nope!" She replied, tripping and falling as she shoved her leg into a pair of jeggings. "I'm okay!" She huffed, yanking and getting her foot.

Poor baby was as hyper like an energizer bunny, but just as clumsy as you. Even teary-eyed, you encouraged her to get back up and try again, over and over.

Throwing on some thermal and fur-lined, black pantyhose, a white knitted sweater dress and your favorite snow boots. Brushing your hair and teeth, spraying on light perfume and makeup to hide the dark cycles underneath your eyes. Then finishing the look with your red coat, matching gloves and scarf before helping you little one with her thick winter jacket and wrapping her scarf over her neck.

You two were off for her birthday outfit! Of course, she wasn't going anywhere without her Hawks mini backpack and visor as she rushed out the door and waited at the top of the stairs. "We are off on an adventure!"

Locking the door and double checking, the time on your phone and everything in your purse, you took her hand and made the journey towards your destination.

After a thirty minute train ride you were almost there.

The closer you two neared the familiar street. The more angst and giddy your mini you was getting, asking over and over where you two were going, on repeat. "Mommy!" She begs and whines, tugging on your arms as you both waited at the stop light. "Please tell me where we are going!" She tried to use her puppy dog face, pouting her bottom lip.

You laughed and pulled her into your side. "Patience, baby girl."

You ignored the states of strangers and other mothers shopping with their kids or elderly giving knowing, sympathy smiles.

Little did you know, your conversation had caught the attention of a certain blonde Winged Hero passing by as he watched the heartwarming and adorable scene. One of his mini fans out in the wild, wearing a winged backpack with his hero costume and fake red wings attached.

His visor covering her eyes.

His golden hues trailed over towards you. You wore a red knee length coat with black buttons, tied at the waist, a red and grey, hand knit scarf wrapped around your neck and black gloves, and black snow boots.

He watched as your breath fogged into the chilly air, memorized by your features as he heard your child's reply.

"You said that one hundred times on the way here." She huffed, peaking at you and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'll say it one hundred and one times, then." You reached down and petted the top of her beanie covered head as you fixed her white and grey scarf your mother knitted for her last Christmas. "Now, does this place look familiar?" You ask.

She blinked, large doe-like eyes scanning her surroundings when she noticed a sign she recognized anywhere. Her eyes widened, mouth gaping wide as she squealed and visibly jumping up and down. "It's that cake shop!" She turned back to you, pointing in said direction. Immediately putting her hands together to form a heart, laying on the puppy face even harder. "Oh, please! Please! Can we go, mommy, please?!"

You tried to hold back your laughter by covering your mouth with the back of your hand, but you snickered. "Calm down, honey." You scolded lightly through fits of giggles, "inside voice and remember to behave yourself."

Hawks' head followed the direction the girl was pointing. His interest peaked.

It was his birthday. Perhaps, he could get something for himself.

He watched the mother and daughter hold hands again as the light changed to green, glancing both ways and walk down the street and enter the bakery.

The smell of fresh baked goods hit your nose and instantly made your mouth water. Inwardly shaking yourself as you reminded yourself that you were here for your daughter today, even if, you knew she will want to share it with you.

The sweet older woman behind the counter greeted you warmly, then flickered her eyes down. "Good afternoon. What can I do for you today? Ordering here or to go?" She hummed, voice gentle and kind.

Your daughter let go of you hand and stepped towards the glass counter, leaning on her tip toes as she gripped the counter. "It's my birthday!" She grinned.

"Oh, it is." Her smile widened. "Well, happy birthday, dear."

"Thank you, ma'am." She replied, glancing back at you. "Can I pick something?"

"Yes, I made an online order last week, ma'am." You smiled, stepped towards the counter as the bell over the entrance jingled, signalling another customer had entered, but you paid it no mind as you pulled out your phone and the app. "It's this odd request for lemon pound cake with chocolate frosting." You chuckled, "baby girl had her heart set on it."

She nodded along, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Feeling the draft of cold hitting from behind and the sound of the bell made her curious about who came in. Peaking over her shoulder, her jaw dropped, then she let out the loudest fangirling squeal that you swear dogs could hear from ten feet away.

"Monkey? Wh-" You questioned, but she cut you off. Clear confusion written all over your face.

She pointed at the figure behind her, "Oh my gosh, mommy, mommy!" Clinging onto your leg, nearly shoved you off balance and dropping your phone. "Oh my gosh, mommy, mommy! It's Hawks!"

You blinked. No way were you two that lucky.

You couldn't help it, if it was a good Hawks cosplayer then that would be neat... but no, oh no, you were wrong. There behind you was the actual Winged Hero, Hawks, himself.

Okay, now you were silently fangirling in your head.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened, then closed. You were starstruck. Damn, he was more handsome in person than his posters, his image on elevation and his interviews and on the Billboard charts. Your mother and your best friend was not going to believe this!

"That's some let of pipes you got there, kid." Hawks uncovered his ears from his headphones, sliding them down to his neck and chuckled, smiling. "Is that a mini fan of mine I see?" He placed a gloved hand to his chest and sighed, "Truly, I'm touched."

He swears the girls eyes were sparkling with stars. Took off her play visor to furiously rubbing free gloved hand over her face. "I'm not dreaming? It's really The Hawks?"

"Oh, I'm real alright." Hawks' smile widened, slowly off his sharp canines and shoving his visor on the top of his head. Shaking the falling snow off his shoulder and lightly ruffling his wings, stretching them out just enough to show them. "You can touch my wings, if it's okay with your mother." His gaze went from the girls to yours, raising a golden brow. "Whatcha say, miss?"

You shook yourself, blushing. Oh god, you were spacing out and gawking at him. You cleared your throat, glanced over your shoulder to noticed the baker had went to the back to grab your order. Glancing back and meeting his patiently waiting, honey'd and liquid amber stare. "If..." You suffered, cheeks growing even more rosy. "If that's what you are comfortable with, Hawks." You broken eye contact and met your daughters own, pleading hues.

It would be cruel to refuse.

You shook your head, petting the top of her head. "Be gentle, okay."

She nodded her head, hugged you and gushing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She went towards the Hero while you watched, feeling that the Professional Hero was used to all of the attention of his fans, adults and children alike.

Hawks knelt down on one knee, becoming eye level with her. "They don't bite. I promise," he winked, widening his wingspan for one wing as kept the other furrowed behind him.

This was perhaps the first time in a while that you've seen her hesitate and grow nervous. It makes sense, Hawks was her idol, her Hero. Her favorite.

She glanced back at you. Knowing that he was your shared favorite Hero. Wanting you to join her too. Such a sweet and thoughtful kid.

You smiled and nodded. "It's okay, honey." You walked towards them, gave her a light pad on the back.

With your permission, she reached out and touched one of his bright, crimson colored feathers. Worry melting into a giant grin and full blown joyous smile, giggling. "It's so soft and warm."

Hawks controlled the feather she touched to fly around her, resulting in her doing a full circle and tinkling her cheek as she giggled. "Hehe, that tickles." A few more joined, poking her in the side and belly, or her backpack and knocking her beanie off her head. "Hey! No fair!" She giggled harder, trying to catch the mischievous feathers.

You laughed hard. Tempted to take a picture to capture the moment.

Hawks shrugged, "Sorry, they've got a mind of their own, mini fan." Winking and whistling in fake nonchalance, commanding another feather to travel in front of your face this time. "Here, for you, miss."

You blinked as your laughter died down. Staring at the pretty red feather, then back to him. "Are you sure?"

"It's only fair." Hawks' smile softened and nodded, watching as his feather pokes you in the noise, making you go cross eyed as he bit back a snicker. You were too adorable and easy to mess with. "Go on, dove. I know you want to," he cooed, raising to his feet and linked his hands behind his head.

Something told you this man was annoyingly stubborn.

You raised a brow, if Hawks was going to challenge you, favorite Hero or not, you were no pushover, mostly. "You make it sound like you're flirting with me, Wonder Boy." You teased and sassed back, crossing your arms.

The Heroes lips twitched. "And if I said yes?"

Your daughter stopped chasing the red feathers to focus on your interaction with Hawks.

She had only heard that tone with you when you were talking with her Aunty and Grandma either in person or over the phone. Tilting her head, she never heard of you talking about any dates no matter how many times they kept asking and nagging that you needed to be happy and fine a good man.

The more she stared at you two. The idea that it would be so awesome, if you went on a date with Hawks, yours and her favorite Hero. She knew he was single. You were single as a pringle. It was perfect! Her smile widened into a smirk, covering her mouth with her hands. Maybe... just maybe, Hawks could become her daddy!

Hawks watched as you reached a hand out and gently stroked one of his feathers. The Hero felt his heartbeat quicken, a shiver roll down his spine and his cheeks grew flustered. He felt his poker face on. "What bring you two here today?"

"It's my birthday!" Your daughter announces proudly, raising her arms over her head.

Hawks gasps. "It is?" He lower his voice, dropping to a whisper and cupping his mouth with a gloved hand. "Wanna know a secret?"

She nods her head, "Yes, please." She whispers back, eyes bright and waiting.

"It's my birthday too." Hawks admits, winking. "Don't go tell'in nobody, okay?"

Your heart warms at the gesture as your daughters open widens in shock. "We are birthday twins? Really?"

"You betcha." He nods, lowering down on his haunches, meeting your daughters eyes level. "Are you sure you can keep it, little Hero?" Hawks smile widens, tilting his head. "It's a heavy secret you know."

She nods her head again, "It's a super Ultra promises, Hawks." She holds out her pinky out.

Hawks chuckles. "Alright, I'll hold you to it." He hooks his gloved pinky around her own and they shook on it twice.

"Thank you, Hawks." You cut in, smiling and bowing, watching her your child copied you and whispered her thanks.

"It's no biggie really." Hawks' waved you two off. "It's a special day after all and I'm just strolling through when I heard a lovely dove and her little chickadee chirping about this place and had to check it out." He sheepishly admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, no. We were the one being too loud." Your cheeks heated and nearly sweat-dropped. "Sorry."

"No, it's alright, honest, miss." He encouraged, drawn to your beautiful colored eyes again. "Besides, its your little ones birthday. What better way to celebrate by meeting her Hero."

You nodded you head. "Yes."

"What about you, little dove?" He asked, sounded hopeful. "Am I your favorite Hero?"

Oh god, you swear he was giving you puppy dog eyes! No! How can you say no! Curses!

"Yes," You whispered breathlessly.

"So has your birthday wish came true yet?" Hawks inquired, calling his feathers back and refurrowed his wings.

"No, she hasn't said-" You stated but were cut off.

Your little nosy, sneaky precious gremlin decided to break the ice, bluntly and boldly answering. "Mommy's single, if you want to become my new daddy, Hawks!" She intertwined her hands together, "Its my birthday wish, please, please, please!"

Both you and The Winged Hero couldn't believe what your daughter had just said her birthday wish was. She wanted him to become her daddy?

God above and all that is holy, can he just summon a huge hole in the ground for you to jump into?

You face was aflame, a deep shade of red. "Oh god, Hawks, I'm so sorry." You bow and your daughter copies you, even if she wasn't sorry or did she want to take back her birthday wish.

He asked and she told him the truth.

Hawks shakes himself, chuckling awkwardly and clears his throat. "Well, that's some birthday wish you got there, kiddo." His golden hues flickers from hers to yours. "How about we start with a date and we go from there, how's that?" He winks, smiling brightly.

Did. Did he just ask you out on a date? No way. You must be dreaming. Yeah, it's gotta be.

"Oh, we couldn't possibly ruin your busy schedule Hawks." You must sound insane, refusing your Hero crushes invitation on a date to his face. Your best friend would smack you on the back of the head and shoving you towards the winged man, if she saw you right now.

Hawks raised a brow as he blinked, confused. You were refusing a date with him and the offer of a free meal... on your daughters birthday? Well, today was most certainly a first. Or were you playing hard to get?

He figured he'd try again. "Cake won't fill you two up." He pointed out, noticing the owner had returned, stepped towards the counter, quickly, pulling out his wallet and handing the lady his card, smiling. "In fact, I'll take this and pay for out birthday lunch, my treat," He took his card back, the receipt and the white cake box as the lady thanked him for his business as her smile widened. "I insist." The Hero turned, meeting your daughters enthusiastic nodding and your shocked expression.

You reached over and tried to take the box out of his hand, put he held it up high above your head. "Give it, please, Hawks." You huffed, shock wearing off and tried to grab it. Was he being serious? What was he? A high schooler? "I'll pay you back afterwards, I insist." You fired back.

Both your girl and the baker were holding back from laughing.

Hawks hummed, tilting his head. "Nope, I don't think so little dove." He said in a sing-song voice, "Its my birthday wish," a handful of his feathers held the cake above in the air as he grabbed your raised hand and interlocked his gloved hand with your own, lowering it and bringing it to his lips for a kiss, meeting your eyes and noticing your breath hitching, he continued, "I want to take both you and little chickadee out to lunch, and anywhere else you two want to go."

You take that back. This birdy hotty was a sneaky little winged devil.

Hawks felt your heart thudding hard in your chest, observing how your face turned scarlet.

"What's the catch?" You asked, hesitant. This whole meeting felt way too good to be true. Was this a prank? Was he really doing this out of the goodness of his heart? You frowned.

"No catch. No strings, little dove." Hawks shook his head, straightening and rubbing a gloved thumb over the back of you hand and letting go. "Think of it as the power of two birthday wishes." He winked and shrugged. "Besides cake and food are more tasty when you share it, right, mini fan?" He met your girls eyes. "Whatcha want to eat?"

"Fried chicken!" Your daughter immediately asked. Of course, it was hers and her Heroes shared favorite.

"Well, whaddya know," Hawks chuckled, "that does sound good." Shoving his hands and wallet back into his pockets. "Are you a mind reader or something, chickadee?"

"Nope," She shook her head. "It's my favorite too."

Raising his brow higher. "We've got something else in common." He commanded his feathers back again and grabbed the cake box, strolling towards the door and holding it open. "Ladies first."

You daughter readjusted her beanie back onto her head, grabbed your hand and stepped forwards in excitement. "Come on, mommy! We are burning daylight! Fried chicken! Fried chicken!"

The baker waved goodbye. "Come again, happy birthday and congratulations."

You forgot you two were still standing in the middle of this poor woman's bakery!

What in the world was written down in your horoscope today?!

Your feet kept moving forward to try and keep up. "No doubt, this woman will be gossiping about this all day." You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

"It ain't too bad, little dove." Hawks followed you two out the door and back into the cold streets.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You asked curious.

"The affection and love you have for you daughter is genuine," He used his wing to shield you two with one of his red wings from the falling snow, guiding you two inside the sidewalk with him on the outside. "I can see it. It suits you pretty lady like you." He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

"Such a shameless flirt you are, Hawks." You replied half, covering your burning face with your free hand.

His smile grew cocky as your tried to swat him away. "So I've been hold."

Your daughter stopped and raised her free hand. "Hawks?"

He lowered his gaze and head. "What is it?"

She bit her lip. "Can you hold my hand, please?" She asked, her voice small and sweet.

Hawks' eyes widened. He felt warmth spread in his chest. "Of course, I'd be honored for my mini fan." He took her offered hand, his much larger one engulfing it.

Something felt right about this despite the nagging part in the back of your head, past ghosts trying to ruin the picture perfect moment of Hawks smiling down at your little girl.

You didn't want to spoil both of their special day.

Maybe today wasn't too bad after all.

You pulled you phone out of your pocket while the two were talking and took a picture.

Of course, Hawks had caught you. "I expect for you to spare any pictures you take with me later tonight, hmm, little dove?"

Your mini you agreed.

You shook your head and sighed, re-pocketing your phone. "Yes, yes, that's only fair."

The smell of fried chicken hit your nose as your belly started to growl.

"Order anything girls," He reminded, holding the door open. Letting her go first and leading the way inside. Hawks placed a hand on your lower back, following after.

--------- Happy Birthday, Hawks! -------

Taglist: @angelblueflame @fanofflames @cherry-queens-blog @number-2-hero-hawks

This is my first birthday fanfic! I hope, I didn't ramble too much! Whoops!

Happy Birthday, red! He's seriously my daughters birthday twin! My mind is still blown!

[scarlettphantoms]

[dattebroyo]

🎂🪶Happy Hawks Day!!🪶🎂

[a-sound-sol]

it’s almost PATHETIC the way that Keigo needs you in his life.

Until you came around, he didn’t see much use in forming relationships with people that weren’t gonna get him ahead in life.

He was used to being a spy, just a tool for the government to use. But when he met you… everything changed.

You, who’d never make him feel used or useless. The person who keeps him calm just by being yourself. You think about the world as an open and vast place to learn about. You don’t see good and evil, you see the grey.

Keigo wants to see the world how you see it. He wants to be as a free as you are.

The first night he takes you flying, you’re in awe. You can’t believe this is what he gets to experience daily.

He loves seeing your face as your eyes twinkle looking at the stars. He loves you.

When he loses his wings, he’s scared he’ll lose you too. After all, he assumed you only stuck around to see the sites.

Imagine his surprise when you show up with your pilot’s license that you had been secretly getting so you could show him the world through your own eyes.

[uyallstars]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ➣ 04x25

[takami-takami]

Like a Candle at Both Ends.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— sub!keigo. reader uses a strap. double penetration with a twist. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. dacryphilia. cum as lube. slight feminization (of keigo). slight degradation. some brattiness. face-sitting mentioned.

In which you blow the birthday boy's back out like a candle. Topping Keigo with a fleshlight underneath him, that way he gets so overwhelmed he cries. ♡

You're at least ninety percent sure Keigo won't remember a damn word he says, tomorrow.

It's a pity, truly, that his gorgeous babbles of incoherency that entertain you aplenty in bed will only live on in your memories; but you suppose you can't really blame him. It would be difficult for any man to remain focused in this situation— let alone one who gets as lost in the floaty depths of subspace as Hawks.

You've always known your boyfriend to have a penchant for indulgence. If the tabloids get one thing at least half-correct, it's that Keigo is quite the glutton for satisfying his baser urges.

Tabloids call him a foodie. They snap pictures of him at different restaurants every afternoon during his usual two o'clock lunch breaks, sinking his teeth into delicacies with a moan, only to wash it down with the most caffeinated coffee he can get his mitts on.

And those same tabloids write adorable little periodicals about how their media darling just loves a little something to eat.

But you know better.

The reality is, it's more that Keigo is simply a brat who likes to indulge. He likes to be pleased.

He likes to fill and be filled, to stuff and be stuffed; but you don't blame them for not reading between the lines, there. You suppose you do have the unfair advantage of seeing him make that same, satisfied face after you've milked his cock to empty itself past the point of shooting blanks.

If anyone on this earth is privy to a crucial little piece of information the rest of the world doesn't know, it's you. The paparazzi that flock like vultures outside local diners in the hopes of catching the number two may snap pics of him smiling to himself as he digs in, but they don't have the slightest idea what else Keigo likes to sink his teeth into.

Namely: your neck, if he's lucky; cock throbbing in your vice grip, on days you grant him permission to teethe at your skin until the splotches of color from his marks settle like satisfaction in his chest. 

But mostly— and especially, on nights like tonight— the revered, dignified hero Keigo Takami just sinks his teeth into the pillow like a goddamn whore.

Right now, as Keigo lays on his front and bites back some rather pathetic sounds, the plush pillow beneath him is looking unbearably chewable to his eyes. Your delicate hand is reaching around his body like a serpent, snaking underneath his pelvis to grip his sensitive length so carefully in your palm; and the man below you is beginning to suspect he might need another outlet for his sexual frustrations, soon.

"I c-can do that myself," Keigo releases the pillow and sputters, though his body doesn't protest in the slightest. In fact, his hips arch away from the toy positioned below, in order to allow you rightful access to his cock.

"Yeah, obviously," you answer with a squint, sliding your fingers along his length. "But I want to do it for you, so I will. Are you complaining, Kei'?"

"Mm. No," he hums the right answer, shifting comfortably to rest his cheek against the pillow and settle his weight on his knees. "But I might start complaining if you don't hurry it up. I don't take this long when I put it in you," he whines, smushing his cheek further into the fluff to resist the temptation to look down. He doesn't flinch a bit when you thread your fingers through his hair in response, practically petting him.

Still, Keigo sighs in pleasure rather than dissatisfaction when he shuts his eyes. He can't deny that your soft skin feels incredible on his cock, crackling with electric charge; but the fleshlight trapped beneath his hips is enticingly lubed and ready for him, and that simple fact is causing him to grow impatient. The way you're rubbing his tip against its entrance doesn't help in the slightest. It feels more agonizing than pleasurable, at this point.

"Stop playing with it and put it inside already," he groans. 

"Aww," you coo. "Are you feeling pent up today, Keigo?"

It's meant to be a tease, but the response you get is heartbreakingly genuine.

"A little bit, yeah," Keigo answers truthfully, cocking his head to the side for a second. His neck pops with the motion, achingly, and he cracks his neck the other way to make it look intentional. Still on his belly, he crosses his elbows and tucks his chin atop his arms. 

Keigo looks genuinely fatigued when he blinks. Black lashes rest on his cheekbones a little longer than usual today, and you're aware that the only thing hiding his prominent eye bags is a few layers of expensive, caked-on concealer. 

You swallow a pang of resentment at the sight. 

Next year, you'll be sure to make a few phone calls with some choice words and demands you refuse to budge on.

Somehow, the urge to spit an uncharacteristically shrill "let me speak to your manager" over the phone to some HPSC bigshot isn't quite as strong as the urge to spoil Keigo tonight, instead; to make your baby forget the press interviews his handlers drag him to, around this time every year. The meetups, the galas— even those photoshoots you're silently a bit thankful for because he looks so irritatingly handsome in them.

You take out your irritation on his wings, gripping the sensitive primaries in one fist. To his delight, you begin to stroke the sensitive, silky bristles along the sides of his feathers, teasing them with your fingertips.

"Woah, woah, woah," Keigo smirks. The plumage of his wingspan preens with the attention, arching into your touch like a purring, spoiled housecat. "Easy there, doll. What's gotten into you today— oh, fuck me."

The moan dies down into a pleased rumble in his chest; and before he knows it, his hips arch just like his glorious wings, grinding his backside against the pretty, pink appendage strapped to your hips by a few medieval-looking buckles.

"Nothing," you lie. "Just wanted to shut you up, but it's not working all that well." 

"Liar," he snides. "You know that makes me loud, baby."

"Wasn't exactly trying to hide that, but nice try."

Your palm finally guides his tip into the toy, slipping it deep inside while he sighs in momentary relief.

But the relief is just that. Momentary.

Keigo's hardly bottomed out for a dozen seconds before he's whining and trying to press himself back against the tip of your strap, too.

"Oh my god," you laugh genuinely, dumbfounded by how quickly he begs for the next little indulgence on the list. You're too busy popping the lid of a plastic tube and drizzling your strap with lube to babysit him; so for now, you ignore his whorish little display for attention. 

"You want it that bad, already," you ask, slicking the length and plopping the tip against his fluttering rim, giving him a few lovetaps.

"Yeah," Keigo smiles, deliriously. "Wanna feel you fucking against my prostate. Give it to me."

Cheeky. On another day, you'd deny him strap altogether for acting like he doesn't need to do anything to earn it.

"Tell me if anything feels weird," you say instead, kissing his shoulder once while you grip the tip in one hand, pressing it against his hole. "Does it feel okay?"

"Mm, yeah," he rolls his shoulders. "But can you, uh, let me just lay here a little, at first? You know, while you do your thing?"

Keigo shakes his hips in an attempt to look enticing with the shameless request. "I'll be really good. Promise."

"You're such a fucking pillow princess," you accuse as you slide inside his already prepped hole and begin to move; and just as quickly as you utter it, the pseudo-insult backfires in the form of a high pitched, utterly pleased moan below you.

"I-I can be your princess," Keigo immediately agrees, with some nods alongside each of your thrusts. When you sink into him, he sinks his teeth further into the pillow than his mind sinks to delirium— deeper than his pride sinks down to a new low. 

"I'm yours, I'm your princess," Keigo repeats. "I'm your fucking princess," he moans, reaching one hand back to claw those delicately manicured fingernails into the meat of your thigh. Each nail is meticulously cut, shaved down like the hair on his lithe body and painted an iridescent gold to match his eyes under your bedroom light.

It's whiny when he pleads, "fuck me"— and it sounds even more pathetic when he squeals it. 

With every infuriatingly slow thrust of your hips, Keigo makes a show of displaying his greed. He drags you into him, vice-grip in one hand locked in your flesh to pull it flush into his. His other hand busies itself clutching the drool-soaked pillow against his bare chest for stability.

You treat him delicately, fucking him too slow for him to even think of blowing his load? Oh, that makes him growl through his teeth.

"Just blow my back out, already!" He practically mopes, cock still throbbing in his toy. You can hear the purse of Keigo's lips, his adorable, jutted bottom lip that you're certain is wobbling at this point. 

"C'mon," he grits. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you should, like… Keep your promises? They're no good if you don't, y'know."

There are only a few days in the year Keigo is allowed to act out like this, and he'll be damned if he doesn't capitalize on them to the fullest.

The brat's gonna put you in an early grave at this rate, you think. You may not be able to punish him today, but you certainly can give him exactly what he wants. 

And when you do give him what he wants, the reality becomes abundantly clear: he can't actually handle it.

When you speed up, he pants like a dog— or, more aptly given this pretty little position, dripping submission and precum while he gets his ass stuffed, face down— Keigo pants like a bitch.

With his tongue far too heavy for his mouth, he resorts to whimpering into the pillow— his poor little crutch. The fleshlight is still squished between his pelvis and the bed, so every thrust you grind against his ass milks his cock, too. It's impossible to keep his head clear and focused when he's stimulated on all fronts; but bless him, Keigo does try.

He tries so hard, pathetically, to focus through the sounds of his lubed cock rubbing against the wet silicone, through the full feeling stuffing his insides at the same time.

Yet even still, it's not enough for him. He snarls in frustration as he shoves his hand between his thighs to adjust the cocksleeve, angled so he can stuff more of his cock in it, enveloped down to his base and pressing near-painfully against his balls. 

Fuckin' perfect, he sighs, finally able to direct his attention to his lovely partner digging out his guts from behind.

"Make me your b-b—" He starts and trails off, brows pinched with effort. "Make me yours," he corrects.

Oh? You tuck that little tidbit away.

You suppose it's been countless minutes since you began railing the poor, whimpering pup beneath you. That is, if you were to judge by the rasp in his voice that builds each time he cries his heart out.

Keigo is, despite it all, a very, very good boy. He gives you his visual cues when he feels that telltale tingling in the swollen, blushing tip of his cock; the one that lets him know how close he really is to bursting along the edge. He tenses his already defined muscles and looks back at you with the cutest puppydog eyes, just to make sure you know he's close. 

"I'm gonna cum," he warns verbally, too.

But you don't stop.

If his muscles weren't tense enough before, they certainly are now.

"Baby?" Keigo near-panics, turning a bit to gaze up at you pleadingly. Your floral bed sheets twist into spirals under each of his fists, wrung in a manner not unlike his cock. "Baby, I-I said I was gonna cum."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." You peer down your nose and eye the bead of sweat that slithers down his neck. 

You watch the tremble of Keigo's hips as he does his best to keep his position poised like a prized showdog, dutifully still. He resists the urge to meet your strokes, instead offering every scrap of control to you as he lets the length of your strap carve out his insides. With every angled rock of your hips, the tip of your curved cock rubs against his poor prostate, stimulating it and making it a nightmare of an endurance test to hold himself back from spilling.

Habit is a powerful thing. Of course, Keigo's body recognizes the familiarity of this song and dance. His cock, ever well-trained, expects you to deny its release; to still your hips and cause his balls to ache, heavy with deprivation, just like you always do.

But tonight, you don't stop. 

Your hands are still gripping his hips and your strap buckles are still clinking with your desperate movements. Your pelvis keeps pressing him deeper, manually pushing him in and out of the toy below; and he begrudgingly accepts your generosity, because it's possible that you just felt a little altruistic today. 

After all, it is his—

"I'm gonna cum," Keigo whimpers. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" 

And with his nails tearing at the sheets, Keigo's world goes white; almost as white as the sticky mess he makes of his poor little toy, tip flooding it with rope after rope from his throbbing cock.

It rings in his ears when he climaxes, overloading his poor brain with endorphins and making him scream into the pillow he chomps down on.

Still, your delicate hands guide his hips back and forth, ignoring his babbling to watch him fuck his own cum into the toy. 

If it pleases you to watch Keigo continue the motion long after your hands have retreated, you keep it to yourself.

"Ah," he nearly shrieks, high pitched and pretty. "Too much! Ah, fuck, baby, please—"

"Yeah? How does it feel, sweetheart?"

"W-Wet," Keigo hiccups, hips stuttering just the same as his voice. He paws at the sheets when he continues, kneading them in his palms like a kitten. "So fucking wet."

"Mhm," you hum, sitting back on your haunches. You decide to make him use his words for your entertainment, to sate your indignance at his prior tantrums. "And why is that, babe?"

Your palms slide possessively down his hips and up the curvature of his back, meeting his arch. They trail toward his shoulder blades, fingers splayed as Keigo tries to chase them; and to your amusement, he hardly looks to be in the proper state to process the fact that he's actually being mocked, let alone protest it. 

To Keigo, all he knows is it simply feels good.

Keigo answers obediently, instead. It takes you by surprise, the way his unabashed filth spills without shame. Arousal pools between your thighs, but your body remains still— if only to watch the way he fucks himself on your cock, balls deep before he does the same using his own to the fleshlight below.

"Because it's stuffed full of my cum. It's s-so wet, full— fuck," he slurs, voice airy and utterly uncontrolled when he draws his hips back onto your thick, pink strap, down till his ass meets your pelvis; and he thrusts his cock back inside the toy, the subsequent shlick somehow louder than how he runs his mouth. 

Back and forth, in and out, Keigo irreverently milks himself from both ends. The motion of it smears his own spent along the sides of his cock, acting as the most obscene lubricant. It's messy, unbearably loud in its slick sounds.

It must sound as satisfying to hump as it feels, Keigo thinks. His lip wobbles at the thought, hoping it impresses you, and he bites the pillow below him.

"Aww, it's full?" You don't bother to muffle your laughs as you kneel behind him, simply watching as the once-powerful hero below you does all the work and fucks the snark out of himself, for you. The sound of your condescending laughter breaks him, whittling down his vocabulary as his mind sinks to that familiar, fuzzy place.

The silicone is unbearably tight around his length, even though you were careful to pick one out that he could fit into. The thickness and length of Keigo's cock does tend to make shopping for toys a chore, you muse.

You're not complaining, though. You'll take a couple extra hours of scrolling through fleshlight reviews on forums for the well-endowed before making a purchase, if it means you can keep getting split open by his massive cock when he bends you over the bathroom vanity.

Or the kitchen counter. Or the leather couch in your living room. Or the nearest single-stall restroom sink after you accidentally call him something you shouldn't have in public.

But tonight, the nicknames you call him sound nothing like "sir."

They sound like "puppy", like "sweetheart", like "good boy."

The ribbed, silicone rings inside are designed to squeeze his cock with each stroke. It normally feels simply pleasurable; though, after an orgasm that explosive, his cock feels nearly raw in its sensitivity, nerves exposed like live wiring and sparking electricity all the same.

"It hurts," Keigo squeaks through his fat, wet tears; and you begin to pull out and fuss over him. 

That is, until he wails and grips your thigh close in his claws.

"Wait, I want it to! Don't pull out, please don't, please don't pull out. I was so close," he slurs.

"Already?" Your face scrunches with disbelief.

"Uh huh," he nods furiously.

And just like that, your grandiose plans of discovering how much is too much for the glutton end up fizzling out. 

"Figures you'd be into overstimulation," you roll your eyes, palm slapping once against his behind as you watch it go from fleshy peach to red. "Whore."

"Huh?" Keigo drools. He sounds like a lost puppy, brain too fuzzy to register a single word— well, other than whore, but that's only because that word made his cock feel kind of nice.

"Not gonna remember a damn word you said tomorrow, are you," you ask, watching him rock his hips in desperation, drowning in his own pleasure. "Too lost when you get fucked, huh, puppy?"

"Mm-mm," Keigo shakes his head furiously, blonde tufts sticking up like stray feathers. At the sight of it, you're overcome with a sudden urge to claw at his scalp. 

"Mm! Love you," he adds for seemingly no reason when you yank his neck back by the roots, throat bobbing with his strained swallow.

Heart pounding like the percussion of a heavy metal drum with moans just as erotic, skin slick with sweat and cock wet with his own release; this is the man Keigo is reduced to as you take charge once more. You bully his prostate, thighs burning with effort and breath panting in his ear. Your left hand releases his scalp to grip his jaw and keep his back arched into your chest, while your right shamelessly milks his cock, fleshlight in hand.

It's too much. His moans are broken, climbing in pitch like a crescendo until the dam breaks and his mind shatters once more. 

You know how loud Keigo can be. You're well aware, well prepared; yet, like every time you make him sob and scream when he cums, it travels between your legs like lightning, regardless. 

After he collapses into the sheets, it takes Keigo ages to catch his breath. His body still shudders and twitches with the aftershocks of his orgasm, wings flapping twice before tucking against his shoulder blades, submissively. 

There's drool on the pillowcase, you note; and it's been chewed to bits.

When you pull out, he gasps. You rub the tip against his twitching rim in an attempt to soothe him, and his gasp settles into a sigh.

"Good?" You're out of breath, yourself, when you dare to ask. "You look like you lost one of your nine lives, for a second."

"Eh, it was alright," he smirks. "Could you do it again? I wasn't paying attention."

"Shut the fuck up," you slam the pillow against his side. "You're such a brat."

"You love it," Keigo teases, rolling onto his back and stretching. He exposes his belly. Blissfully comfortable, fucked-out, and entirely satiated.

His eyes nevertheless catch between your legs as you unbuckle the strap and let it fall unceremoniously. He wets his lip and swallows, pupils dilating.

"C'mere," Keigo says, making grabby hands. Expectant, he shifts in eager anticipation, settling into an acceptably comfortable position as you place your thighs on either side of his head— he won't be moving for quite some time, after all. 

"Oh," you add, pretending as if you suddenly remembered something. "And Keigo?" 

"Mhm?" He hums, craning his neck toward your core, eager to lap himself another helping to fill.

"Happy birthday, baby."

[rueclfer]

this hawks in a garage band and hes sitting on the dusty couch like this watching touya banging on tomura's drums bc he just needs to get some energy out and he's just like "u done yet????? no? okay." and tomura is right next to him playing clash on his phone waiting for them to get practice started

[blue-rosa-art]

Happy Birthday to our favourite Bird man🦅🎈

[varukaart]

Happy birthday takami keigo 🪶

[hokusu]

Hawks being given so many balloons on his birthday he stops flying and just floats through the sky throughout the day, only lazily rippling his wings to redirect himself when he starts drifting too off course.

And when Dabi asks how the supposed fastest hero arrives so late, it's suppose to come off mocking and threatening, because Dabi doesn't wait for Hawks, it's the other way around.

Yet even too his own ears he sounds... almost jealous.

Because Hawks shrugs sheepishly and hands him a balloon out of the hundreds hanging off his wings.

And it feels suddenly unfair that the world seems to know it's Hawks birthday but he didn't.

No one else is allowed to compete for Hawks' attention more than him.

[transhawks]

Top Ten Hawks Moments of 2023

For Keigo's Birthday and for the end of this year, I have decided to make my top ten Hawks moments for all the chapters published this year.

10. "Hawks" gets torn into shreds by AFO

we had a lot of near-deaths for Hawks this year, but I think this was the most memorable as it happened, giving a very needed burst of humor to the AFO vs Hawks and the Heroes fight. Tokoyami's reaction was particularity heartbreaking.

9. Whatever Level of Gay was Achieved Here

This entire chapter was framed in a way that constantly put Hawks and AFO contrasting and melding and there are panels where their thoughts connect. I thought it was a very good way for Hori to make their dynamic fighting each other stand out. Also, the fight was ridiculously homoerotic.

8. Hawks Reminds Us It's About Connections, Stupid.

A theme for the post-Jaku part of this manga has always been heroes needing to bridge that gap and see if they can connect with the villains. It's interesting that Hawks has been the canon mouthpiece among the adults for that view when he so utterly failed his own narrative-assigned connection. I know there was so much pushback in this moment because Keigo again thought of Endeavor, but it stood out to me in repeating this allegory of OFA linking everyone as the solution to the conflict in the first place.

7. Realizing They All Have the Power to Make Their Own Narrative

Against a villain like One For All who wants to believe he's in his own light-novel, Keigo's own issues distinguishing reality and fantasies managed to settle down. He's always resigned himself to being a caged bird and a martyr, so being pitted against a villain so into life being a foregone conclusion helped Keigo remember they all have more agency than they give them credit for.

6. I think all of Keigo's Rizz was in Fierce Wings

Seriously, this is his normal fake hero persona on STEROIDS? It's fascinating how naturally this stuff comes to him. Like damn, he even has his tongue out, mocking All For One as he gets hoisted by his own petard, and has an arm around a vestige lady who looks suspiciously like All For One's mom, which I am accepting as canon until told otherwise. Say what you want about Hawks, for all his failures and paradoxes, the dude has serious BDE. I'd rate this higher but he had a lot of good moments.

5. Nothing beside remains, round the decay

Probably one of the most striking panels this year, seeing a defeated, quirkless Keigo struggle to get up and meet the horde of encroaching Toga-Twice clones, holding the last remaining feather in a landscape of complete destruction made me think heavily of the Ozymandias poem. Keigo, who has always represented the hero system with his whole diamond-insignia carrying chest, seeing all the consequences of his actions and the futility of his actions in stopping the very future he'd allowed himself to commit murder to prevent. I wonder if it struck him how little it all meant as he faced his "presumed" doom.

4. Farewell, Fierce Wings!

we bid goodbye to the quirk that continued to fight even as it was stolen into the eldritchian amalgamation that is All For One! The look in the vestige's face is so resigned and bitter-sweet as he decays away. Keigo isn't his quirk, but it's remarkable how willing to face death both of them are.

3. What he really wants

The interesting thing is the narration implies that either Keigo was telling Naomasa that the aging made AFO stronger as the battle happened, or still had enough control over his emotional state after being left in the dirt to tell him what he observed. The latter is, well, not that surprising when it comes to Keigo, who won't let being quirkless or maimed or delimbed get in the way of being at his job, but that's not what Hori shows us.

No, Hori doesn't show us Keigo standing up or sitting up, no he shows us a Keigo clinging to Tokoyami, a complete break in the many masks he wears to show actual devastation and need for comfort.

There's no Keigo pretending he's okay. There's just one panel showing us a young man embracing his unconscious student after probably one of the most horrific experiences in his life. Keigo, who has been mentioned to be a person who puts so much distance himself and other people, is the one the one clinging to Fumikage.

2. He really was, wasn't he?

As the Twice clones disappear, we see a melting Toga-Twice on the brink of killing Keigo, who makes no move to stop her as she slices him open. No, he seems almost penitent as he accepts death, only pausing to tell her he knows why she's killing him. Make no mistake, the moment he saw Twice back, he knew what this was all about; killing Jin. In this moment, he doesn't hold himself back with saying killing Jin was necessary - the future Jin's murder was meant to prevent came about anyway, no, this is just Keigo being honest that he really liked Jin, anyway. This panel might show the first real regret we've gotten from him, which is likely why he was so open about not fighting back. Because Keigo knows that he does "deserve" this.

1. Haven’t you already done your best, Hawks?

Chapter 185, this panel introduces us to Hawks.

Two hundred chapters later and we finally see Hawks, for all intents and purposes, resoundingly defeated. His quirk is gone. The army he had as back up, defeated. His student lying defenseless beside him. His hero-partner having left to fight his own battles.

And yet, despite it all, despite losing his quirk, despite every sign of failure around him, especially as he now has to reckon with his own moral event horizon, Keigo's capable of saying one thing:

[tinytengen]

my special bird boy 🐥✨

[takamikeigofan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAWKS MY GLORIOUS KING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

[blackwolfmanx4]

Happy Birthday, Keigo Takami (Hawks)! 🦅🎉🎂🎁

[urcrowley]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND 🤲🤲🤲😊😊😊

Let’s go Keigo Takami!1!1!> 💗

I had to rush this due to having no time to make something better :(

Thank you keigo Takami for being my comfort character for a very long time 🥹🤞 I’ll forever love you, bird man

Bonus doodle under the cut !!

I can’t draw toko properly still 😞

[foreverafangirl14]

Happy Birthday Hawksie♥️

Sending my love

Also I was gonna reblog a post where I had been asked what my favorite Hawks scene was but I lost it... anyway I think one of my top favs was that cute face and head tilt he did when he said "Nya"