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if u write keigo x reader feather teasing iâll love u forever (yes im being horny on main)
SENSITIVE TOUCH
here you go, you filthy freak (and for the rest of you simps, too <33) summary: on an idyllic morning with keigo, you discover just how sensitive his wings are to touch. pairing: keigo takami x gender neutral!reader warnings: 18+ content, !! MINORS DNI !! tags: wing kink, (light) praise kink, sub!keigo, teasing, clothed dry-humping, light begging, fluff, gender neutral!reader, pre-established relationship, keigo being desperate. like rly desperate, damn near disgustingly desperate
Itâs an accident the first time that you do it.Â
You and Keigo had been seeing each other for a few months now. That meant it was only natural to get more handsy with each other as your relationship progressed, just like it was natural for you to spend nights over in his apartment when the stars would align your schedules. Keigo had always been particular and protective when it came to his feathers and wings, but he made it clear enough to you that he didnât mind your touch. At least, when you touched the largest of the feathers at the edges of his wings, never confident enough to move your hands any further.Â
On one of the lazy mornings that you were rarely allowed to indulge in, did your hands finally roam across his wings. Beside you, Keigo had an arm curled over your torso, his face buried in his pillow. From the slow rise and fall of his body, you had the feeling that he was at least half-awake, likely scrolling through his phone mindlessly with his free hand. Half awake yourself and wanting to wish your partner a good morning, your fingers roamed across his back.Â
It was a good morning, one where the pair of you could soak in each otherâs company and the sunlight shining through the half-open curtains of Keigoâs balcony door. You were quiet as you ran your hands across the smooth expanse of Keigoâs lower back, slowly lifting upward. Your fingers trace the outline of his spine, grazing against old scars and firm muscles that flex as Keigo carefully adjusts his grasp on you before tilting his head to nuzzle his face into the top of your head.Â
His lips press against your temple, and youâre almost certain that such a loving gesture will be followed by the sweetest of good mornings. The type of greeting that comes off of his tongue in a soft rasp full of sleep that drives you insane. Maybe youâll get lucky, and Keigoâs awake enough to add a flirty comment to the end of his sweet greeting. Instead, Keigo gives the tiniest of gasps, so tiny that you donât catch the sound, when your fingers reach the feathers at the base of his wings.Â
The feathers at the base feel small and soft, especially in comparison to the feathers of his that you have touched. Considering how they feel against your fingertips, you figure that these are his downy feathers. Theyâre pleasant to the touch, and encourage you to let your hands roam up his wings. You can feel the featherlight bones that connect his wings to his spine, the feathers feeling almost thin and weak before going stronger as your hands move further up his wings.Â
Almost as though you were tickling him, the plumes flutter and shift underneath your touch. It makes your lips quirk up into the tiniest of smiles. You notice that the feathers grow in both size and sturdiness the further up his wings that you go, and you find yourself letting your hands roam back down to the base. Keigo melted into your touch, his body nearly slack as you stroked your fingers through his feathers like it was no big deal.Â
To him, it is very much a big deal. But he doesnât want you to stop, because heâs never felt this close to heaven before. The sensation is beyond pleasant, running little shivers and tingles across his spine and skin. His cock is beginning to throb to life, and you havenât even touched it. The blondeâs face grows warm with a blush as he presses his face into your hair, a low, pleased groan rumbling in his chest. The sound is unexpected and sudden to you, causing you to come back to reality.Â
Your hands stop immediately as you snap away from your former observations and admiration of the man. Worry gnaws its way into your gut as you tilt your head up to look at Keigo. You can feel his fingers digging into your oversized shirt, barely grazing against the sensitive flesh of your back. From this angle, Keigo almost looks frustrated, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.Â
âKei?â You question, your voice filled with worry as you pull your hands away from the blonde. âAre you okay? I didnât upset you, did I?â One hand slips up to cup his face and make the blonde look down at you, but his fingers slip around your wrist and hold onto you gently before you can. The action makes your breath catch in your throat, your pulse beginning to quicken. You donât know whatâs going on through his head right now.Â
You hear Keigo draw in a shaky breath, and then swallow. And thatâs when you realize that his breathing has grown ragged in the minute or so that passed since you began. Keigo even feels warmer, like a heater pressed against your body as his gaze flicks down to yours. His pupils are dilated, leaving a thin ring of gold encasing their edges.Â
âPlease donât stop,â Keigo breathes out shakily, his voice muffled by your hair, that he still has his face pressed against. He almost seems to be breathing you in. âThat⌠That felt good. Really good.â He continues, the confession taking you by surprise. You furrow your eyebrows together as you slowly piece together why Keigo had been so selective with who could touch his wings. Considering his reactionâŚ
⌠oh.Â
  ⌠OH.Â
If the groan that he had let out just moments ago hadnât given you enough clues as to why he wanted this so badly, then the roll of his hips against your own sure did. You could feel his erection press against your thighs, your legs loosely entangled with his own. The gesture alone is enough to make your stomach do a flip, heat quickly taking the place of your previous anxiety. Swallowing thickly, you carefully slip your hand away from his grasp with a soft nod.Â
âOkay, baby,â You coo affectionately. âIâll give you what you want.â Itâs only when both of your arms snake around the man again that he seems content, a breathy sigh that sounds closer to a groan leaving his mouth. Your hands take their original place against his wings, brushing against those divinely soft feathers of his at the base of his wings.Â
Cautiously, perhaps even experimentally, you navigate your hands across those feathers, watching and listening for Keigoâs reaction. His hips jerk against yours again, a soft motion that makes you dig your teeth into your lip. His feathers flutter under your touch as your hands roam away from the base, and to the underside of his wings.Â
The second that your fingers graze against the underside, Keigo knows heâs a goner. He whines and bucks his hips again, tightening his grasp on your shirt. That fire in your belly grows stronger with the action alone, so you shift your weight so you can throw a leg over his hip; semi-straddling the man. Although the pair of you were on your sides, Keigo had no complaints about the awkward positioning.Â
âOhhhâŚâ He gasps in a way that youâve never heard from him before. His voice has raised in pitch, sharp and whiney as his hips begin to grind against you properly. You feel his head pull away from yours so he can press his face against the pillows, if only a little, as he digs his teeth into his lip. âFâfuck, that feels so good,âÂ
âDoes it?â You question with a playful little smile tugging your lips up. Your question is birthed from genuine curiosity, and the desperate need to satiate your lust and his. You donât fully understand why his wings would cause this kind of reaction from him, but you do know that you love the outcome so far. âIâve never seen you so needy before, Kei.âÂ
âSâSensitive feathers,â His voice strains into a near squeak as your fingers rub against a particular spot on the underside of his wings that has his eyes rolling back. The roll of his hips against you only grows faster, more desperate. You fucking love it. âFeels like youâre⌠Youâre touching myâŚâ His sentence is cut off by the way he suddenly tilts his head up and groans, the sound deep in his throat.Â
But you donât mind, because you fucking love that you can work this reaction out of the number two hero, out of your partner, out of your lover. Keigoâs head dips back down, allowing you to see the way that his golden eyes are nearly swallowed whole by his pupils. Sweat adorns his brow now, his expression one of frustration, desperation, love and lust as he gazes down at you. You want to give him everything, and yet nothing at all so you can continue to draw out this perfection rolling off of him.Â
Your fingers continue to brush against his feathers, idly and gentle. Even though you can see his reaction now, you can hear and feel how good youâre making him feel, you donât know just how crazy youâre driving him. Keigoâs mind is all but blank, his face flush with both embarrassment and want. Itâs scary to be vulnerable like this, and yet he trusts you. He trusts you and he loves you, and fuck, does he just want to slam you into this goddamn bed underneath him before his dick explodes in his boxers.Â
And then your fingers stop, and his breath catches with a harsh whine. âBaby?â He questions, confused. âWhy⌠Whyâd ya stop?â His hips donât stop moving against you, though. They might slow, but he canât give up the friction that would keep him from going fucking crazy. The way that youâre smiling up at him both confuses and excites him in a way that makes his pulse rise.Â
âI wanna hear you tell meâŚâ You breathe out, tilting your head up to leave featherlight kisses across his neck and collarbone. Keigo shudders and whines at the contact. He doesnât think that he can last much longer, not with the expression on your face, or your body against his, or how fucking fantastic he feels now. How badly he wants your fingers on his wings again. âHow much you like it, baby. And I wanna hear you beg for me to keep going, if you enjoy it this much.âÂ
The words roll off his tongue without hesitation. He whines and presses his face back into your hair as though itâs the last time heâs ever going to see you again. âFuck⌠Fuck, please, please keep touching my wings,â He gasps, his voice coming out whiney with desperation. âNo oneâs ever⌠Touched there, and it⌠It feels like heaven, Baby. Your fingers are⌠Fucking divine.â And, if you really wanted him to, he would babble about how wonderful of a Deity you would make, because your touch truly is divine.Â
In his eyes, you are fucking perfection. A perfect, merciful deity that presses their fingers back into his wings again, your touch feeling calculated as your fingers massaged through the feathers with ease. Sparks ran up his spine and across his sensitive flesh, making him groan as he continued to buck his hips against you. He knows heâs close, and if he wasnât so desperately horny right now, he would be embarrassed. But he can barely think, barely breathe right now.Â
âThatâs my good boy.â You praise, and thatâs what tips him over the edge. Keigo gasps as his hips stutter and jerk against you, his cock twitching as he finally reaches his much needed release. He groans your name as his head tilts back again, eyes shutting tightly as thick ropes of cum coat the inside of his boxers.Â
When you look up at Keigo, his face is one of sheer ecstasy. Itâs an expression that youâve never truly seen on his face before. His feathers ruffle and shudder underneath your touch as you watch the man, happy to let him buck his hips into you at a near brutal pace before they come to a stutter, and then a stop. Thereâs a moment of quiet between the pair of you, the room filled with the sound of Keigo panting as he tries to catch his breath.Â
âKeiâŚ? Did you just cum?â You question, nearly cringing at how suddenly and boldly the words leave you. Keigo looks embarrassed, his face now a furious shade of red that spreads to his ears as he glances away. And then he furrows his scruffy eyebrows, a shy smile tugging his lips upward. Heâs trying to save face for the fact that you just made him cum without even touching his damn dick. Nevermind the mindless humping that he just did against your thighs.Â
âNot my fault Iâve got the best partner in the world,â He mumbles affectionately. âWho should probably look into becoming a massage therapist, while theyâre at it. Your touch is lovely.âÂ
You huff and shake your head at his shenanigans, a grin on your lips. âI think Iâd prefer to be your massage therapist.â You tease before moving your hands to playfully push at his chest. âGo get cleaned up, Bird Boy. Iâll be here.âÂ
âIâm getting back at you for this.â Keigo grumbles in response, his tone playful as he nuzzles his head against your head one more time before unwinding himself from your arms. As he slinks off the bed, you watch the avian man head toward his bathroom with a shit-eating grin on your face.Â
âSure. After you clean up.â You re-emphasize, giggling when Keigo turns his head back to you to pout at you from over his shoulder. And then heâs turning on his heel, headed back for his original destination. Although this was your first encounter with the manâs wings like this, you feel very certain that it wonât be the last.
#for anyone wondering this is my bestie so yes i am going to call her a filthy freak#its ok tho i understand the thirst im a simp#keigo x reader#keigo takami x you#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#mha hawks#mha keigo takami#bnha keigo#bnha hawks#hawks x you#keigo takami imagines#mha x reader#mha imagines#hawks imagines#peach writes#peach answers#heroes đŚ¸
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Can we talk about how hawks is a MENACE-
Dude is SO NEEDY I swear. Heâd be rubbing all up on you during a meeting, during a mission- MANS DOES NOT CARE THE TIME OR PLACE.
Yâall could literally be in the middle of a battle and dudes like âyeah I think endeavors got this, wanna go sneak off into an alley way and bang?â
#HE HAS NO MERCY#I will write more about how much of a needy boy this man is#protective hawks#hawks smut#hawks headcanons#boku no hero academia hawks#mha hawks#soft hawks#hawks x reader#hawks bnha#pro hero hawks#hawks comfort#hawks x gender neutral reader#hawks x you#hawks x y/n#Keigo takami x reader#Keigo takami headcanons#Keigo takami imagines#Keigo takami fluff#Keigo takami x you#Keigo takami x y/n#Keigo takami smut#Keigo takami lemon#keigo fluff#bnha keigo#Keigo imagine#keigo x reader#keigo x you#keigo tamaki#mha takami keigo
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âą unexpected attractions â°
â summary : pro hero hawks finds himself infatuated with a young woman he sees out when patrolling one dayďżź
â Hawks x reader, Bnha x reader, Keigo Takami x reader
The city of Musutafu bustled with activity, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights as dusk settled over the horizon. High above, the crimson feathers of the Pro Hero Hawks fluttered gracefully, his keen eyes scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. It was just another routine patrol for him, keeping the citizens safe and maintaining the peace.
As he glided through the skies, Hawks noticed a group of civilians huddled around a street vendor, their laughter and chatter drifting upward. Curiosity piqued, he descended with a graceful arc, landing near the bustling crowd. Peering down, his sharp gaze fell upon a young woman, her (h/c) hair caught in the gentle breeze as she conversed with the vendor.
"(Y/N)," the name slipped through the vendor's lips, and Hawks felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings. His red eyes lingered on her, captivated by her presence. She seemed to possess an air of innocence and warmth, drawing people to her effortlessly.
Unable to resist, Hawks cleared his throat and approached, his wings folding elegantly behind him. "(Y/N), huh?" he echoed, a charming smile curving his lips as he joined the conversation. The woman looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes meeting his fiery gaze.
"Oh, hi," she greeted, offering a friendly smile. "You must be a Pro Hero, right? I've heard about you. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."
Hawks nodded, his heart racing slightly as he admired the way her smile lit up her face. "The pleasure's mine. Just Hawks will do." He extended a gloved hand towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"(Y/N)," she repeated, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she shook his hand. "I've seen you on TV. Your wings are incredible."
He chuckled, an almost boyish excitement bubbling within him. "Thanks. They're handy, I guess."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Hawks finding himself hanging onto her every word. He learned about her passions, her dreams, and her love for the city. The more he discovered, the deeper he found himself falling under her spell. There was something about her that ignited a fire within him, a desire to be near her, to protect her.
Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the two of them engrossed in each other's company. Hawks laughed at her jokes, and she blushed at his compliments. The city's noises faded into the background as their connection deepened, creating a world of their own.
As the night wore on, Hawks realized he had never felt this way before. This wasn't just admiration for a fellow citizen; it was an infatuation, a longing that he couldn't explain. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep her close, to ensure her safety at all costs.
"I hate to cut our chat short," Hawks said reluctantly, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving her side. "But duty calls. I need to get back to patrolling."
(Y/N) nodded understandingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. Stay safe out there, Hawks."
He gave her a charming grin, his wings flexing instinctively as he prepared to take to the skies. "Don't worry about me. And hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again."
As Hawks soared back into the night sky, his thoughts were consumed by the young woman he had just met. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chanceâit was the beginning of something inexplicable, a pull that he couldn't resist.
Little did he know, this chance meeting would mark the start of a profound and tumultuous journey, intertwining their fates in ways neither of them could have foreseen.
Days turned into weeks, and Hawks found himself patrolling the city more frequently than ever before, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds below for a glimpse of (Y/N). He couldn't deny the growing infatuation he felt for her, the way his heart quickened every time her name crossed his mind.
One evening, while perched atop a high-rise building, Hawks caught sight of (Y/N) once again. She was walking along the bustling streets, her presence seemingly radiant even in the midst of the city's chaos. Without hesitation, he spread his crimson wings and descended, landing gracefully before her.
"(Y/N)," he greeted with a warmth in his voice that he hadn't felt in years. His heart raced as her eyes met his, her surprise mirrored in the subtle widening of her (e/c) orbs.
"Hawks," she replied, a mixture of astonishment and delight evident in her tone. "Fancy running into you again."
He chuckled, a touch of nervousness dancing beneath his confident exterior. "It's funny how fate works sometimes."
As they chatted, Hawks discovered more about (Y/N)'s daily lifeâthe way she worked tirelessly to support her family and the kindness she extended to strangers on the street. His admiration for her only grew, solidifying into something that was undeniably affectionate.
As the weeks turned into months, their encounters became more frequent, and Hawks found himself drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame. He'd fly by her workplace, stopping for a quick chat, or they'd meet during his patrols. Their conversations deepened, revealing their hopes, fears, and dreams.
One evening, after rescuing civilians from a massive fire, Hawks landed near (Y/N)'s apartment building. Smoke still lingered in the air, and he was covered in soot and sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to pay her a visit.
(Y/N) opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him in his disheveled state. "Hawks, you're... you're a mess."
He chuckled, a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, well, saving lives doesn't always come with looking presentable."
She stepped aside, inviting him in. "Come on in. I'll get you some water."
As he sat in her living room, Hawks couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. Her apartment was cozy and welcoming, reflecting her personality perfectly. He watched as she bustled around the kitchen, his heart warming at the simple domesticity of the scene.
"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a bit more hesitant than usual. "I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you."
She turned to face him, handing him a glass of water. "Likewise, Hawks. You're not like other heroes I've met. You're different, in a good way."
Hawks felt a rush of emotions flood over himâgratitude, affection, and a hint of uncertainty. He knew that he was treading on dangerous territory, that his feelings for her were becoming stronger by the day. But he couldn't help himself; he was drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.
As the night wore on, the two of them shared stories and laughter, their connection deepening even further. Hawks found himself opening up about his life as a hero, the challenges he faced, and the expectations placed upon him. (Y/N) listened with empathy, offering a level of understanding that he had never encountered before.
As he left her apartment that night, Hawks realized that he was falling in loveâa realization that both exhilarated and terrified him. He was a Pro Hero, someone who was supposed to be above such vulnerabilities. Yet, in (Y/N)'s presence, he felt human, and that was both a blessing and a curse.
Little did he know, his growing affection for (Y/N) would lead him down a path he never could have predicted, setting into motion events that would challenge his identity, his loyalties, and the very nature of his existence as a hero.
As the days went on and weeks came and go, Hawks found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions. (Y/N) had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a flickering flame that grew brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't ignore the growing obsession that consumed his mind, consuming him within its fiery grip.
Everything about (Y/N) became magnified in Hawks' eyes. Her every action, every word, and every smile held an unparalleled significance. He analyzed her every move, searching for hidden meanings and deciphering her thoughts. In his mind, she was no longer just a person; she was his mate, his one true connection in this chaotic world.
Hawks began to subtly alter his daily routine to ensure their paths crossed more often. He started tracking her movements, gathering information about her schedule, and arranging coincidental encounters. It was an orchestrated dance of obsession, with Hawks pulling the strings, and (Y/N) unknowingly dancing to his tune.
He meticulously collected mementos from their brief encounters: a fallen strand of hair, a discarded coffee cup, even a forgotten pencil. These mundane treasures held an inexplicable power over him, making his heart race with anticipation. They became his precious possessions, his connection to (Y/N), and his reassurance that their fates were intertwined.
In his quest to be closer to her, Hawks routes as (Y/N) and even went to the same places she would visit frequently. He seamlessly integrated himself into her world, earning her trust and admiration. But this was only the beginning. His obsession demanded more; it demanded absolute possession.
Hawks began to indulge in his darker desires, feeding the flames of his twisted infatuation. His urge to protect her turned into an insatiable need to control her every move. He meticulously hacked into her social media accounts, devoured the digital remnants of her life, and analyzed every interaction she had. Every notification, every message became evidence of her existence.
Late at night, in the cold depths of his secret room, Hawks poured over pictures and videos of (Y/N), his eyes shining with anticipation and possessiveness. It was a dangerous game he played, fueling his obsession with every glimpse of her smile, every hint of vulnerability she unknowingly revealed.
His obsession grew as he yearned for their worlds to merge entirely. He envisioned a future where (Y/N) belonged solely to him, where he could protect her from all harm and cherish her without judgment. In his delusional fantasies, he was the savior, the one who would provide the love and security she lacked.
However, deep down, Hawks sensed the fragile line he was treading. He understood the danger that lurked within his obsession, threatening to consume him completely. Yet, he couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt towards (Y/N). His heart and mind were irreversibly entangled with hers, and he was unwilling to let go.
Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Hawks's love had transformed into something far more sinister. His obsession had become his reason for existence, fueling his every action and decision. It was a dark path he walked, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess what he believed was rightfully his.
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đĄË+âđźâŚ â pidge + keigo takami.
૮ Í>âĄ< Íá warnings â fluff + sfw, gn!reader, hawks calling reader pidge, thatâs lit rally it actually, reader is hawksâ PA but theyâre also married and cute, hidden relationships, office!au?
pidge - short for pigeon, the nickname tramp gives lady in the disney movie, lady and the tramp!
âgâmorninâ, pidge.â
âhawks.â
âaw câmon, donât be like that, pidge,â the number two hero cocks his head, letting his luxurious red feathers guide him down to land on his feet beside you by the photocopier. âthought we agreed on you callinâ me keigo.â
you donât look up from your work, copying city-damage bills, a list of scheduled public appearances and mission reports from closed casesâ one of your many mundane and typical tasks as an assistant the pro hero âhawksâ agency. âno hawks, you asked me to call you that and i ignored you,â sifting through your documents, you staple them together according to their category and push them lightly into the blondeâs chest before looking up at him with an accomplished hum. âit would be unprofessional of me.â
keigo visibly sags, wings dropping along with his lipsâ that fall into a pout. âare you always this mean, pidge?â he whines like a petulant child, chirping happily at the contact of your fingers splayed against his chest from behind the papers. âor is it only on the days when i come visit you at work?â
âisnât that basically everyday?â comes your quick quip, raising a brow at hawks to ensure that he closes the window he came through before you both leave the photocopying room. he eagerly follows you, hot on your trail as you head to grab a snack between your tasksâ ignoring the stares of your coworkers. the sight of the number two stalking you around the agency is not uncommon.
âexactly! so ya must hate me! do you ya hate me, pidge?â
the small staff kitchen is vacant aside from the two of you, and you rummage around your designated cupboard only to find it bare. your boss, however, is quick to act on his feetâ pulling out a bag of his hero themed animal crackers to bribe you with. âof course i donât, youâre the best boss ever?â your voice lowers an octave, nearly dipping into sultry tone as you pry the snacks from keigoâs grip. âwho else lets me take two hour breaks instead of the legal forty-five?â
âis that the only reason you like me?â
âoh no. i just love the rocks and other shiny things you leave on my desk while iâm working, hawks. the coffee you bring me, and the doughnuts too.â your words are thoughtful and perhaps even wistful as you tear open the packet with your teeth, flicking the kettle on for some hot waterâ knowing a warm drink will soothe your soul this winter.
for the millionth time that morning, keigo poutsâ using the puffiness of his wings to corner you in the kitchen, latching onto you. âyou donât love me?â you twitch âoh, you do love me.â just then, a member of staff barges into the room, making it impossibly smallerâ instantly silencing any conversation between you both. they spare you, their coworker, and keigoâ their boss, a strange look. âdid you need something?â
âuhâŚi just came forââ they point to the fridge, and you open it up, keigo using a fast feather of his to scoop out their drink with their name on it. âthanks.â
âuhuh.â comes your quickly response, before you push yourself off the counter and scurry away before any more suspicions can be raised. itâs one thing to be the best employee at work, the next to be favoured by your employer and the wrong impression could have you hated amongst your coworkers for getting special treatment from the number two hero.
however, before you can make it back to the safety of your cubicleâ a flurry of red feathers drag you by your sleeves right into the big manâs office, making a spectacle in front of all of your coworkers as you struggle in their hold, squealing right up until the door is slammed shut.
âpidge, you never play nice at work.â
hawksâ office provides you with some kind of solace away from the prying eyes agency staff, and heâs quick to pull you into his lap at his desk once youâre hidden from their inquisitive gaze. blonde hair gently tickles at the junction between your neck and your shoulders, hands that are no longer gloved settle on your waist and thumb under your work-shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, grounding the speedy pro hero that moves way too fast for his own good. âbecause weâre working keigo, the whole office isnât supposed to know that weâreââ you begin, but your words die slowly on your lips as keigo presses small, appreciative kisses along the column of your throatâ daring to nip at it just a little. testing how much he can get away with now that youâre both truly alone.
âthat weâre married? that i love you, pidge? so so much.â the smooches continue when you donât make an effort to push the winged hero off or huff in protest â instead he continues his journey down your neck, over your collar and gently lifts your hands to his soft, vanilla balm lips to press a kiss directly onto the silver wedding band that sits simply on your ring finger. âthe entire office has probably figured out that thereâs something goinâ on between us by now.â
keigo chirps as your heart races, tucked away by behind layers of muscle and bone and flesh. it always amazes you how heightened his senses are, how he can pick up on the way he makes you feel through his feathers as you nestle yourself into his chest to avoid the embarrassment. he likes you flustered and clingy like this.
âbut i donât want them to think i got the job as your PA because weâre fucking kei.â this time, itâs your turn to pout, resting the pudge of your cheek against his beating heart and holding your breath just so you can hear it. youâre not like him, your senses arenât as in tune but you know it makes the blonde happy to know youâre listening out for him too.
âwell itâs not just because weâre fucking birdie, you know that ân i know that.â hawks reasons, resting his chin atop your head. âsâcause the commission hand picked you for me themselves. youâre good at what you do, and your quirk stops anyone from gettinâ their hands on our dirty little secrets.â his wings encircle you both once again, creating a literal heaven away from the bustling world outsideâ where itâs just the two of you and the warmth of your love. âbut not only that, you have a work ethic. i have enough money tâkeep us goinâ for a lifetime. but you want to work and who am i to stop you.â he coos. âi love that about you pidge.â
when you look up at him, you can see every trace of adoration for you that resides in hawksâ being swirled into the dark abyss of his dilated pupilsâ nearly swallowing the gold of his eyes whole. âand i love you too, you crazy bird.â you mumble carefully, quietly so that he knows that you mean it this time around, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.
keigo laughs, melting like butter in a pan at your affection. âthatâs not very nice, pidge.â
âyeah,â you hum, kissing him over and over to pull more timbre laughter from between his precious lips. âbut you like it when âm mean to ya at work, donât you?â
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Christmas Morning | Hawks / Takami Keigo
I just want to start by saying that @sparknchargeâ I am SO sorry. I left this so late that this fic is an absolute shell of what it could be. I wanted to make sure I got something out for you on Christmas Day because honestly youâve been the most amazing friend to me in this fandom, and really I donât think anything that I post will ever make up for that but I just needed to show you some appreciation, because you deserve it! I love you SO much, Lil! Merry Christmas <3
(Also, if you want me to write a smutty ending hit me up because I would totally be down.)
A loud crash woke you up from a deep sleep, your eyes snapping open in surprise. Your heart pounding as you immediately thought the worst, what if it was an intruder? A villain? You turned in the bed to feel the space beside you cold, your boyfriends arms no longer wrapped around you and the sheets pulled back and bunched around your body. Heaving out a loud sigh you quickly realised what the noise probably was, your boyfriends inconsistent sleep pattern due to his hero work often meaning he was up at unusual hours, but your eyes squinted as you read the clock beside your bed â4:04amâ. You were still wary as you crept out of your bedroom, bare feet padding along the cold floorboards as you peered around the corner into your living room. Contemplating grabbing a vase to protect yourself as you rounded the corner, just in case but-
âKeigo?â You rolled your eyes as you saw your boyfriend shaking an oval box, his wings fluttering as he turned to face you, a guilty look plastered on his face as he tried to hide the box behind his back.
âHey, little bird,â You raised an eyebrow, moving a hand to your hip as you watched your boyfriend, clad in his red tartan Christmas pyjamas surrounded by a pile of presents grin up at you sheepishly, âI couldnât sleep.â
âAre you opening presents?â You looked towards the scrunched up paper that lay by his bare feet, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.
âNo,â He immediately interjected, wide eyes glancing down to the paper by his feet, âThat one was an accident.â
âAn accident?â You mused, stepping closer to see the aftershave youâd bought him on the ground.
âYeah, it ripped and then it just fell out-â You couldnât help but smile at the childish explanation, âI havenât opened any more-â
âBecause I caught you!â You leaned over to poke his chest playfully, seeing the pile of presents he had obviously rifled through, all scattered around his feet, âI canât believe you started without me.â
âI did try and wake you, babe.â Hawks moved a hand to curve around your back, pulling you into his side, âItâs not my fault youâre a heavy sleeper.â
âCould have at least waited for me to wake up,â You pouted as you noticed another one of the gifts youâd given him had torn paper.
âIâm sorry, little bird. I was just real excited,â He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hip as he held you tight, âThis is my first proper Christmas.â
His words sent a twinge of pain straight to your heart, the solemn undertone making you reach up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your arms wrapping around his neck as you swayed together on the spot. It was no secret to you that Hawks hadnât had the best life growing up, heâd been transparent with you over the course of your relationship. You wouldnât have blamed your boyfriend if he said he never wanted to celebrate Christmas, especially since he usually opted to work throughout the festive season, not that the public hero safety commission minded. Most heroes choosing to spend it with their loved ones. Hawks knew how much Christmas meant to you growing up that he wanted to make the effort. Hawks had fully embraced the festivities this year, your house was decked head to toe with anything from tacky, gaudy tinsel, to the most intricate glass snowflakes. You couldnât walk into a room without seeing a sprig of mistletoe hanging down, Hawks using it as an excuse to steal kisses at his leisure. You were convinced he was carrying a piece around with him so he could catch you at the most opportune moments.
âI just wanted everything to be perfect,â Hawks smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before leaning down to squeeze your bum, making you call out his name as you pretended to chastise him, playfully slapping his chest.
âI loved this one by the way,â Hawks slipped back to pick up another gift heâd opened that you hadnât noticed, holding up a photo frame youâd bought with a picture of the two of you together, âIt might end up being my favourite present.â He smiled down at the photo as he stroked his fingers across your face.
âYou opened more presents without me? I thought you said it was one-â
âOh, hey baby. Look at what I got you-â Hawks picked up a present that was wrapped rather haphazardly, a bright red bow almost hanging off the garish paper.
You gave him a playful glare before taking the present from his hands, tearing the paper to find-
âCoal?â You kept it in the paper to avoid getting it on your hands.
âI heard itâs what naughty girls get for Christmas,â He teased, his hand coming down on your ass as you squealed in surprise, dropping the coal to the floor.
âThatâs all you should have under the tree then, Kei-â
âHey, little bird. Donât be mean. That isnât all I got youâ Hawks smirked, bending down to sort through the mountain of presents underneath the tree. It wasnât a lie when you said Hawks definitely got into the spirit this year. He lifted up a larger box that was just as badly wrapped but it seemed a lot more held together as he waited patiently for you to open it, âNo more jokes, I promise-â
You raised an eyebrow as you began to unwrap the present, looking at the plain black box that sat under the wrapping paper. You looked up at Hawks who was waiting eagerly for you to open the gift, a smile on his face.
âKeigo!â Your eyes widened as you felt your cheeks heat up from what was inside the box. A red lacy babydoll complete with white feather trimmings sat in the box, your boyfriendâs own hand reaching in to grab the matching panties.
âThis is also what naughty girls get for Christmas,â Hawks moved back just in time to dodge the slap you tried to give him, his nimble fingers catching your wrist between his hand as he laced your fingers together.
âI shouldâve put coal in your stocking,â You laughed, squeezing his hand.
âI love you, you know. So much.â Hawks voice turned serious for a moment as he stared into your eyes, his other hand moving up to brush some of your messy hair from your face. Fingers lingering on your soft skin as the pad of his thumb stroked your cheek.
âI love you too, Keigo. Merry Christmas.â You smiled as his lips met yours in a tender kiss.
âSo, are you going to try it on?â Hawks whispered against your lips.
âDoesnât this count more as a present for you?â You teased as Hawks moved to tug at your pyjama shirt.
âHm, maybe. But you know-â He grinned as he slipped the material up over your head, fingers moving to tease against your exposed skin, âyouâre the real present I want to unwrap.â
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â HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAYÂ WHEN IN BED WITH YOU
-----------HEADCANONS-----------
HAWKS
âOh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.âÂ
âYou're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.â
âI know Iâm a mess-⌠what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?âÂ
âLay back and let me do all the work. Iâve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.â
âHey, donât shy away from me. Câmere-â
âYouâre so fuckinâ soft. ShiiitâŚâ
âHeyâno teasing the feathers.â
âI n-need to-... I just-âŚ-Iâm going to start moving now.â
âArms around my neck and legs around my hipsâ ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I donât want you falling on me, at least, not literally.â
âWhat a good mate, you respond to me so well."
âIâm so fuckinâ deep, my pretty girl-â
âFuckâI canât... Iâm not gonna last-â
âDonât be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.â
âGod Iâve wanted this for so long. Iâm going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after Iâve knocked you up.â
âWe're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.â
âTell me you love me-⌠tell me again.â
âI do get ahead of myself often, but I canât help it. I just know we belong together-âÂ
âWhat do you say we try for a baby this time?â
"Youâd be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...â
âTouch yourself, câmon. Let me see how you play the right notes.â
âYou're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.â
âLet me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.â
âNo oneâs gonna hear if I put my hand here⌠no biting, hun.â
âIâll make it quick, darling... justâlet me⌠let me go again.â
âNeed a hand or a finger?â
âJust wait, baby... Fuuuuckâgive me a damn minute.â
âKeep your eyes on me.â
âArch your back, there you go, such a good girl.â
âFuck, even after cumming you arenât ready to accommodate my size. Donât worry, baby,â he kisses your creased forehead, ââthen just the tip this time.â
âShit, I canât help itââ you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. âI just like you so damn much!â He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.Â
âJust bear with me, I swear Iâll eat you for hours afterâŚ. Please, pretty, pleaseeeeeâŚâ He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.Â
âNo matter how much you didnât want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ainât I, beautiful?âÂ
âCâmon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter⌠my cockâs rubbing those hard-to-reach placesâŚ. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.â
âIâm painfully close-âŚ. Fuck, I donât want to cum yetâŚâ
 âIs this your sweet spot Iâm bullying?âÂ
âEach thrust is inching you closer⌠should I slow down or go faster?â
âDeeper? Okey-⌠just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.âÂ
âGive me one more. please, just one more baby.â
âTry to keep your eyes open, I know itâs hardâŚb-but try for me beautiful.â
âGo ahead and sleep, honey, Iâm not going anywhere.â
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DABI
âWhatâd I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?â
âIâve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?â
âOpen your legs, not gonna say it again.â
âDoesnât hurt, its already scarred skin.â
âIf I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get itâ Iâve already told ya, it doesnât hurt anymore-â
âBury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.â
âStop pushing me away. Youâre gonna take it all, donât make me shove it down your throat.â
âYou love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.â
âNuh-uh, you havenât cum yet.â
âI said ass up.â
âYou want it so bad? beg.â
âTake them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Donât try me.â
âHarder,â he mutters, not a minute after you started. âHarder,â he demands again.
âCould you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.â
âCan barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.â
âFuck,â he bit out. âYes, fuckâŚ. Just like that.â
âCome on pretty girl. Ride me till youâre numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.â
âMove my hands again and see what happens-â
âFuckââÂ
âSorry, baby-⌠I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.â
âSit on it.â
âWorried it wonât fit? We always make it work just fineââ
âI donât have condoms, theyâre annoying.â He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.Â
âDonât moveâJust gimme a minute⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âYou fuckinâ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spotâ âŚâ He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.
âDid you do that on purpose, princess? âcause now we are doing it every time.âÂ
âFuck that. Donât know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.â
âStop it, no more whiningâIâll do my best to beâŚ. gentler.âÂ
âReally? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.â
âRidiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.âÂ
âFuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.â
âShould I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.â
âUnless you were playing with yourself before I got here, Iâm guessing this is because of my pretty face?â
âOver my knee, now.â
âSure, I love yaâ but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckinâ spread them for me.â
âWant me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-â
âOneâs never enough, I know my princessâs pussy and its begging for another.â
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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)
âDo you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?â
âYou can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).â
âIâve waited so long for this...â
âThatâs it... slow and easyââÂ
âHow much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?â
âYou ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? âdonât shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.â
âTake it off before I tear it off.â
âBaby... please...I hate to beg-â
âMake me wait much longer and Iâll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.â
âWhat a naughty little girl I have just to myself.â
âUgh, so hot and wet.âÂ
âI said I wanted to eat your pussy, didnât I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.â
âIâd hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.â
âItâs so warm...â
âWho do you belong to?âÂ
 âWhose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.â
âGod, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like itâs hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?â
âAs you wish, princess.â
âYou gonna cum?âÂ
âGo on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddyâs cock.â
âFucking take it... take every drop...âÂ
âNice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...â
âI said spread those fuckinâ folds.â
âSo wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. Itâs like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.â
âArenât you a sight. All blissed out when we arenât even done.â
âThatâs right, darlinâ. You didnât think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?â
âOh, did you think we were finished?â
âDid I stutter or somethinâ?â
âAlright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just donât come crying to me if you canât move after Iâm done with you.â
âDonât moveâJust a sec⌠F-FuckâŚâ
âNo, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.â
âShit, darling, donât-âÂ
âGod, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...â
âYou feel so wonderful, I might go crazyâ"
âMore... please, more...â
âFuck, Iâm stretching you so good.â
âGod, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I canât stand it.â
âI wonât let anyone hurt you ever again. Youâre my precious BABY, now and forever."
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SHIGARAKI
âIt isnât even a âmightâ. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.â
âKeep looking into my eyes, donât you fuckinâ look awayâŚâ
âDonât you worry your pretty little head,â He coos in a demeaning tone. âIâll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.â
âI can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.â
âI can do whatever I want to you, Iâm player one!â
âI know, Iâm keeping track of my digits, donât worry your pretty head.â
âYou are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.â
âI canât- Iâm dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Donât move, I donât want to hurt you, sweetheart.â
âMy pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabricâs straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammitâ Shigarakiâs practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. âCan we go now? Like right NOW?!â
âMYÂ girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.â
âYou want him dead. You got it.â Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. ââOf course, I will. You are my everything.â
âIt hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.â
âFuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuckâŚ!â
âPlease fuck me.â
âH-hey, I know a fun game we can play together⌠Itâs called âhow many times can I make you cum all over my cock?ââÂ
âOne point, five points, ten pointsâCumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?â
âNow... care if I use my mouth on you?â
âJust be good for me, and Iâll take very, very good care of you.â
"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"Â
âJust looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.â
"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cockângh!â
"S-Shit,"
"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."Â
"What? Fainting on me already?"
"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."
âJust fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!â
âHave it your way then.â
"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! Iâm gonna dieâ"
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"
âYou look so pretty choking on my cock.â
âWhere do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy⌠take your pick-â
"Are you close, sweetie?"Â
âMy feisty little girl. Arenât you just adorable?â
"Good girl. Give me a minute and Iâll clean up that mess you made."Â
âCum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that youâre mine.â
âI just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didnât want to... you know, waste the moment.â
âDonât you worry, my love. Iâll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.âÂ
âYou donât have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.â
âGo on, get on your knees.â
âNgh, thatâs it, keep going...â
âYou look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.âÂ
âI want you all to myself.â
âH-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKINâ MINE!!â
I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)
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Oh no I've fallen and can't get up
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âBut! But!â
âBaby,â Keigo chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, âitâs gotta come off, Iâm sorry.â
Heâs not exactly surprised this is your reaction, heâs had his beard since the day youâve met. Every cuddle youâve shared, every word heâs spoke to you, every time youâve looked at him, his facial hair has been there.
And now he has to shave it off.
You pout softly, âbut itâs going to be so weird without itâŚâ
He quirks a brow, âyouâre not with me just for the facial hair, right?â
âNo, but it does help!â you assure.
He snickers and shakes his head, âand now your loyalty is being put to the test. Itâs going.â
âFine,â you grumble. Then, you purse your lips out for a kiss, âone more kiss? Before you ruin my fun?â
âDramatic,â he snickers, leaning down to indeed press a kiss to your lips. You toss your arms around his neck to keep him close, and he smirks as he grips your cheeks to hold you.
He entertains you for a bit, before finally pulling back with a sigh, âsay goodbye, baby.â
You pout, âgoodbye, the Keigo I know and love.â
âYouâll love me beardless too, I promise.â At his words, you pull a face, and he chuckles with a pinch of your cheek, ignoring the bats of your hands.
With that, Keigo traverses down the hallway.
He canât remember the last time he was clean shaven, it was far before he met you for sure, but the idea is slightly daunting in of itself. But itâs been so long, heâs gotta start fresh, and with a roll of his shoulders for confidence, he picks up the razor and gets to work.
The process doesnât take long, a couple of nicks on his lip from the lack of experience, and within a few minutes, the deed is done.
Youâre going to be pissed.
âBabe?â He calls, swiftly exiting the bathroom.
âNo.â
He chuckles, âIâm coming out. Be ready.â
âStay in there.â
He exits the bathroom swiftly, and when you see him in your peripheral, your hands immediately fly to your eyes to cover them.
âYou want to see it?â He asks, and with your hands childishly covering your eyes, you shake your head. He snickers and shrugs, âwell, youâre going to see it at some point.â
âNo I wonât,â you argue. âIâll cover my eyes forever.â
âWhat about the kisses that you beg and plead for? Wonât those pretty hands get in the way?â
You whimper in your throat before sighing and taking your hands off of your eyes, your eyes immediately darting in search for his beard and your face scrunches.
âOhhh, itâs a baby!â You pout, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He laughs as you whine, âgod Iâm dating a baby!â
âDonât say that, it sounds bad.â
âKeigooooo,â you whine. âIf you clench hard, will it grow back faster?â
He tips his head back in mock thought, âno. I donât think so, angel.â
âWill you try?â You plead.
He sighs dramatically before looking down at you in amusement. âYou know what? For you?â He leans down to kiss you again.
âAnythinâ doll.â
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Keigo hates it when his phone goes off in the middle of the night, meaning he needs to go and help a local hero or the police. He hates it when he has to pull himself out of bed just to put his hero suit on. He hates it when he has to leave the warmth of the covers. But, what he hates the most is the fact that he has to leave you home alone. He canât help but worry about you when heâs gone. He sighs as he kisses your head before going to the window. As he flies off, he hopes it wonât take too long so he can hurry back to you. Because he wants to wrap his wings around you to keep you warm, to keep you safe.
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⌠TITS, ASS, OR THIGHS?
cw: mature, fem!reader
JJK VERSION | BLACK CLOVER VERSION
âshigaraki
hardcore tits man. big tits? squeeze them into a tube top. medium? push up bra galore so they can sandwich his face. tiny? your nipples through a small tee has him DROOLING. man just loves himself some tits. wants to suck on them like the mommy issues man he is.
âhawks
ass is his favourite pillow. i know because of his wings, he probably sleeps on his stomachâso ass pillow. easy. aside from that? tight dresses. youâre going out? heâs standing behind you like a bodyguard to scare off everyone and waiting for you to back your ass up into him when you dance.
âaizawa
thigh highs and a skirt are the perfect frame for the art that is your legs. garters? lace? fuck it just have those pretty things squeezing the life out of his head. he would die a happy, happy man. he wants his fingers digging into them when he drives too, slowly going higher.
âdabi
smacks your ass like a drum. doesnât even look up when you scold him for hurting you, just admires the jiggle. leaves bite marks when you fuck too. i mentioned before that his favourite position is doggy and i was RIGHT. shameless pervert too, just loves ass.
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keigo always makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk while going on a run.
Or keigo arms sneakily curving around you body as youâre diligently working, too focused to notice he gave you a quick wet peck on the cheek.
keigo showing up to work with coffee for you.
or keigoâs eyes darting towards the first person to look at you in a not so friendly way.
keigo whispering the funniest jokes during the most serious of meetings.
or keigo visiting you after a 12 hour shift so you can fall asleep in his arms.
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#bnha#mha#dabihawks#touya todoroki#keigo takami#they are givin each other the stink eye but in their heads i know they want to make out really badly theyâre such loserssss#coworkers that have crazy tension but say itâs hatred so they can pretend thatâs why theyâre on each others minds 24/7#is dabi too tall⌠letâs imagine he has platform boots or smthâŚ#eggsdrawings
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BESTIE I SAW A VID ON INSTAGRAM AND THOUGHT THIS'D BE A COOL IDEA *ahem*
mha boys (/ girls) and or men (i'm down bad) reacting to reader wearing the same perfume / lip gloss as the first time they went on a date / kissed and the scent / taste drives them either insane or makes them go all shy!! reader can do this on purpose or it's a coincidence and they don't even know why character acts like that đŤŁđŤŁ
OKAY BYYEE ILY <33
áŚYou wear the same perfume/lip gloss from your first date
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The sweet fragrance that wafts into their nostrils is familiar. They know they´ve smelt it before. You´re cuddled up to their side, rambling on about your day, but all they can focus on is the distinct smell of your perfume that brings them to blurry memories. Where have they smelt this before?
"Baby, are you listening?" Your voice snaps them out of their thoughts. "What?" A knowing grin curls on your lips as you sit up to look at their dazed face. "What´s got you so distracted hmm?" They take a long second to respond "Your perfume. Where have I smelt it before?" Your head cocks to the side in faux innocence, though in reality, you know exactly what you´re doing. "Do you remember our first date?" Their eyes widen in realization. Knowing you´re wearing the same perfume from your first date boils a possessiveness they didn´t think they had. You squeal as they pounce on you, attacking your skin with kisses that always lead back to the sensitive skin of your neck. They take no shame in inhaling deeply, reliving the sweet memories of your date that seemed so long ago. "You´re always keeping me on my toes you know that?" They mutter against your skin. Their chest fills with warmth at the sound of your melodic giggles. "Gotta keep things interesting"
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"Sweetheart, I'm home" Their voice echoes down the hallway of your shared apartment. They hear the eager pattering of your feet on the floor. The stress and pressure of the day lifts from their shoulders at the sight of your sweet face. But when you smile, it isn't the usual soft smile. It has the hint of mischief you sport when you're up to your usual pranks. Their mouth quirks into a lazy amused grin while their eyebrow lifts in question. "What are you up to now?" You respond by wrapping your arms around their shoulders, a toothy grin on your glossy lips. "Nothing~"
The shine of your gloss diverts their attention to your lips, your tricks temporarily forgotten. Like a magnetic pull, they close the gap to feel the plush of your lips, the kiss starting out soft and sweet. Something changes in their demeanor when they get a taste of your gloss. The kiss becomes desperate and needy, like they have a hunger that can't be satiated. You pull away for much needed air, a breathless chuckle leaving your kiss swollen lips. "What's got you acting that way? Missed me that much?" They scoff without any real annoyance behind it. "Don't play games with me. I remember that gloss. It's from our first date" Admittedly, you're surprised they figured it out so quickly. You don't have much time to ponder anyway because they're pulling you to the couch and kissing your lips again. "Put the gloss back on will ya?"
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i am on my hands and knees begging for a shred of keigo takami baby bird kfc angel content from you, if you write hawks i will finally know true peace
â MEET & GREET ; 1 / 2 ; HAWKS ; ĺć
summary: you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. pairing: keigo takami ; hawks / f!reader word count: 3.1k tags: humor, meet-cute, pro hero culture, birbs ignores all relevant timelines yet again, fluff, phone-flirting, hawks is great with kids, t+, relatable pre-hook up hesitation, they will fuck next time a/n: hawks is the chappell roan of the mha universe. stop touching him. this man actually changed my brain chemistry in early 2023 but we don't need to talk about that. anways, this poll was on the ropes all day and i made the executive choice to feed the hawks birblets.
You feel like your face has been set in a semi-permanent cringe all morning.Â
In your right hand, you're clutching your half-finished iced coffee for dear life. In your other, you're clinging to your nephew as he drags you through the convention center â one of the bright red wings of his beloved, homemade cosplay has started to go lopsided, and the six-year-old excitedly tugs it back in place as he tries to yank you forward.
"C'mon! We're gonna be late!"Â
This really wasn't your scene.
Fan conventions had a way of making your skin itch. The amount of sexy All Mights you've seen this morning alone has to be some sort of milestone indicator for the environment. Whether nature is healing or dying, though, you have no idea.Â
If you had it your way, you'd spend the rest of the day mingling through the artist stalls â but, to your nephew Hayami's point, the two of you had somewhere to be.
Your VIP meet-and-greet badge swings as you trip up and laugh. "Okay! Okay, slow down! You're about to yank my arm off!"
It was the best birthday gift imaginable for Hayami. You officially cemented your title as The Coolest Aunt Ever when you managed to snag the two VIP convention meet-and-greet tickets (complete with a professional photo and two signed copies of the convention's annual poster) after a harrowing seven hours in an online Ticketmaster line. There were only a hundred of them sold â and sure, you coulda thrown that pretty hunk of cash into a college fund for Hayami, but he was deeply in his hero phase.Â
Originally you expected that Hayami's father, your brother-in-law, would want to go.
But, no, Hayami himself insisted you come with him.
After all, you helped me with my costume, he begged, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!
That you did. Many a hot glue gun burn was suffered at the hands of those damn red feathers. If you squint from far away, the cosplay isn't half bad considering the thrift and dollar-store materials. It wasn't one of those inch-to-inch replicas, but it worked.Â
He's like a cute, bouncing mini Hawks. Complete with goggles and wings.
And Hayami is happy. And that's all that matters to you.Â
The line is already pretty long, and Hayami runs his gloved hands along the line barriers as he races to his spot, audibly wooshing the whole way â just like Hawks does, probably. His badge jingles, and he hops to a stop as you come up behind him and pat his head. The six-year-old stands up on his tippy-toes, trying to see around the Miss Midnight fan in front of them.Â
"Can you see him?" he chatters excitedly, "Ti, can you?"
He's called you Ti ever since he could speak. Auntie was too long, and the shortened version has stuck.Â
You hop up onto your tippy-toes, mimicking him â and you swear you catch a glimpse of a crimson feather plumage over the gathered heads of the other meet-and-greet fans. It might be another cosplayer.
"I dunno," you whisper, your eyes darting to your phone's lock screen, "It's supposed to start any minuteâ"
The telltale roar of fanfare lets you know exactly who has just arrived.Â
Hayami's excitement is palpable. Without a word, you're hauling him up and perching him on your shoulders. His hands land in your hair, and you can feel his smile from down here.Â
"Ti! It's him!"
The line starts moving not long after, and you finish your iced coffee while Hayami stays perched on your shoulders, utterly starstruck. You weave through the barriers, moving up a few feet every minute, until you're only four or five people away from where Hawks sits behind a long table.Â
You have to admit, the guy is pretty cute.Â
Cuter than the fan-cams make him out to be, even.Â
Sandy blonde hair, sharp gold eyes, and big wings. There's no doubt in your mind he's showboating, but as people approach the table, you notice this hesitant twitch ripple through the red feathers every time someone gets a little too close.Â
That cringe from earlier washes over your face again as a girl reaches over the table to roughly run her fingers across one of his flight feathers.Â
It's Keigo's least favorite part of all this.Â
I mean, there's a part of him that gets it. He's the #2 Hero in all of Japan. He's a big deal. He's top of the popularity polls, he's the people's bird, y'know? He's a marketed commodity that sells out each and every time.Â
But, that doesn't mean he likes being touched.
Especially the wings. Hands off the wings.
"Hey, Hayami?" you ask, tilting your head up as you both step forward.
You can feel the sudden nervousness creeping up on Hayami as he nods and looks down at you. "Y-Yea?"
"Make sure you ask for permission if you touch his wings, okay?" you say gently, muscling him down from your shoulders and doing a once over on his mini-Hawks cosplay, "And remember to tell him your name!"
Hayami nods, his nerves palpable as he realizes the two of you are next.Â
On instinct, his hand shoots out and grips yours for dear life.Â
And then, one of the marketers waves the two of you forward.
The first word that comes to Keigo's mind is MILF. You're cute. Real cute. Definitely not the usual sort he meets at conventions, and definitely not the usual sort that buys a ticket to his meet-and-greets. The kid clinging to your arm is arguably even cuter, and Hawks can't hide the blooming grin on his face when the pair of you step forward.
"Woa-ho!" he yaps from behind the patterned table, "Dude! Nice outfit!"
Hayami is panicking. You can tell from his shocked silence as the two of you step forward. You bend at the knees, squatting to your nephew's height, then encourage him to go ahead, go on. His big, brown eyes bob from you to Hawks.Â
"Go ahead, Hayami," you encourage softly, "Say hi."
Oh, shit. You're really cute. Is this your kid? Nah, no way. You're way too young to be his mom. Unlessâ
You've seriously got him weighing the pros and cons of step-fatherhood and he doesn't even know your name.Â
He could do stepdad shit at twenty-six. Right?
"Hi, Mr. Hawks," comes the shy voice of the mini Hawks before him; the sandy blonde's chest clenches.Â
This is too fuckin' cute.
"Heh, hey kid," he chirps back, leaning forward on the table as his mouth curves into a friendly grin; Hawks' eyes are trained on the kid's growing smile, "What's your name?"
"H-Hayami."
"It's cool t' meetcha, Hayami," Hawks parrots as your own proud smile grows. There's relief flooding your shoulders. Thank god, Hayami didn't choke the clutch moment, "I like your wings, lil' dude!"
Hayami gives a little turn, wiggling his prized, handmade possession. His confidence is building; the compliment lights the kid's cheeks up.Â
"My aunt helped me make them!" Hayami chatters, his eyes brightening from behind the flight goggles strapped to his head, "She says I need to ask for your permission to touch your feathers!"
Keigo's gold eyes slip to your face. You give him an apologetic grimace, your eyes flicking to the girl beyond the VIP area still screaming about how she touched him, she touched Hawks, oh my god. You mouth out a silent apology.
Hawks' finds himself a little speechless. Doesn't happen often.Â
He's not used to having some say in how he's objectified and consumed.
A sandy brow quirks as he pushes his yellow-tinted visor up, and into his hair. He seems shocked. It's not an expression you've seen on the #2 before â and in the last few weeks, you've seen plenty of Hawks content during Hayami's cosplaying journey. The reference material is pretty expansive.
"That's real considerate, chickadee â I appreciate that," his voice is soft; his smile is a little looser, "C'mere, Hayami, you wanna hold a feather while I sign your poster?"
This is, like, the best day of Hayami's life.Â
Hawks brings his visor back down.Â
You stand to full height, wringing your purse's strap, watching Hayami hold both hands out as one of the delicate pieces of plumage floats into his hands on command. He cradles it like treasure, his big brown eyes glimmering with new-found amazement.Â
You step forward, and place a hand on Hayami's shoulder as he gently ushers his hands toward your face. "Ti, look, isn't this, like, the coolest thing ever â it's one of Hawks' feathers!"
Hawks' eyes flick up to the two of you as his pen darts across the two VIP package posters. There's a smirk on his face as he pays half attention to the task of signing.Â
And scribbling his number on the back of one.
"I see that," you chuckle, leaning in to inspect the beautiful, crimson feather, "Make sure you say thâ"
Before you finish your sentence, the very feather in question darts up to tickle the tip of your nose. Your immediate reaction is to scrunch your nose and grin. It's not so much ticklish as it is gentle. For good measure, Hawks gives Hayami a little brush on the cheek, too. The boy descends into delighted laughter, allowing the feather to zip back through the air and into its designated place in his wings.Â
Hawks is smirking.
"Alright you two," comes the level voice of the marketer; the camera in her hands is bulky, and a signifier that their time meeting #2 is nearly up, "Let's get in nice and close for a photo!"
The table proves to be a bit of a pain, but you bend down to Hayami's height as Hawks leans over the table and gives you both bunny ears. The camera flash burns bright in your eyes as Hayami's hand darts into yours again.Â
"Here you two go," Hawks rumbles easily; he's standing now, and you find yourself yet again struck by how handsome he is. He smells like summer air and some expensive cologne you'll probably never know the name of. Definitely one of his sponsors.Â
You take both posters, as Hayami's excitement seems to overflow and he's nearly buzzing with excitement to know he has Hawks' autograph. The boy bounces at your heels as he clutches his signed copy of the annual convention poster. His big, brown eyes are wide with pure joy.Â
"Thank you!" Hayami chatters, "You're the best, Hawks!"
"Thank you," you smile, taking your own poster as Hayami's hand rockets back into yours.
"Nah, it's nothin', chickadee. Thanks for the manners," he calls after you with a touch of good humor, "You're real sweet."
"No problem!" you stutter out, thrown entirely by the compliment, as one of the other marketers guides you towards the exit with a hand on your back.Â
"Oh, hey! One last thing!"
You flick your eyes back over your shoulder as you're shuffled out of the meet-and-greet.
You watch Hawks mouth 'check the poster', and with a hand held up to the side of his face. Then, 'call me'.Â
"You're kidding me."
Hayami is finally asleep â and your sister is closing the door to his darkened bedroom as she hisses the words out. You're leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed and looking entirely exasperated.
"I can't just call him," you say softly as you kick off the wall and follow her into the kitchen, "This isn't, like, the hot waiter who leaves his number on the receiptâ"
"No, it's even better," she chatters, moving towards the unfinished glass of wine that sits on the dinner table, "I swear to god if you don't pick up that phone and call him right nowâ"
It's your brother-in-law who speaks up from the couch. "What's stopping you?"
"I don't know, being chronically single?" you cry as you throw your hands, "I haven't gotten a wax in monthsâ"
"You seriously think #2 cares?" comes your sister's flat reply.
Your brother-in-law mimics her affectation. He throws a finger in the air. "Real heroes don't care."
The two of them high-five.Â
...They're probably right.
You suck your teeth as you cross your arms again and weigh your options.
I mean â it's only eight o'clock. It's early. And it's a Friday.Â
It could go two ways â you break your year-long dry spell with the #2 pro-hero in the country, or it's a total bust and he turns out to be a massive weirdo. Both are frankly pretty entertaining.Â
You chew your lip.
Then, you decide.
You kick off the wall and move towards your phone in the kitchen. It's sitting beside the poster.Â
"Oh my god, are you doing it?" your sister calls from the couch, her hand gripping her husband's arm tightly.
"I'm doing it," you say, ignoring the bite of nervousness in your hands as you type in the cell number that was scrawledhastily on the back of the poster.Â
"Ohmygod."
It's ringing.
Suddenly, you have an audience. Your sister and brother-in-law are crowding you, their faces wide and expectant as it continues to ring. You pull your thumb to your mouth, pushing your bottom lip between your teeth. You let it ring, and ring, and just when you settle that you're being sent to voicemail, there's a click and a voice.
"'Ello?"
Your sister slams her hand into her husband's back, the two of them scrambling in a sudden flash of limbs and excitement. You drag your thumb across your throat â gesturing for them to cut it out.Â
"Uh, hi," you fumble, "Is this... Hawks?"
Suddenly, there's a bark of laughter on the other line. "The one and only. Who's this?"
A slow smirk tugs at your cheeks. "I checked the back of the poster â a bold move, y'know."
"Convention Cutie!"Â he practically cheers, "Hold on, hold on â gimme two seconds, lemme just land."
Your lips part and you blink. The mental image is a hell of a thing. You swallow down a bought of amusement. "Sure, sure, take your time."
Keigo was starting to doubt you'd actually call him. The convention wrapped up hours ago, and he already made himself busy by exploring the southern city. It's nice here. A little bit like his hometown. Not too much crime, which has made for a pretty uneventful evening.
Until now.
His boots touch down on the nearby rooftop and he settles into an easy squat. His wings tuck themselves tightly against his back.Â
You can hear a bit of wind bristle against his end of the receiver.Â
"Alright, alright, sorry," he rumbles out, "Now you've got my full, undivided attentionâ"
You tug on your bottom lip. Your sister and brother-in-law are entirely hooked on the little bits they're overhearing from their spot across the counter. Your sister takes a long drink of her wine.
"Am I... being a bit of a distraction?" you ask, "If now isn't a good timeâ"
"You've been a distraction all day," comes the smooooooth reply; even Keigo's proud of himself for that one, "I'm just out for a fly. Nothin' too serious. I am glad you called, though."
Oh, fuck. Your knees feel like jello. You white-knuckle grip the counter as your sister gnashes her teeth and mimics biting her fist in silent mimery.
"Yea?" you pry, fanning yourself as you lean farther against the counter.Â
"Yea, definitely,"Â Hawks grins as he tips his head back and checks out the stars, "You busy tomorrow night? I'd love to take you out to dinner."
There's a commotion across the kitchen. The two of them are smacking one another's arms, their genuine excitement is palpable as they try to stay quiet. They're failing.
"I'd love that, Hawks."
This is new for him.
Technically speaking, you're not a fan. Your nephew is. So, this doesn't technically qualify as one of those unspoken hero faux pas. Don't date fans. Then again, what does it matter? He can do whatever he wants.Â
And you're cute. And nice. And kind. And maybe he's being a sap, but seeing you with your nephew made something in his heart tighten. He didn't even notice he was making a nest of scrapped trash from the posters around his seat until the afternoon was over.Â
God, sometimes the evolutionarily deep, bird DNA thing is weird.
Hawks lets out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding.Â
"Cool. Okay. Uh, you... you chill with, like, 7pm?" he fiddles with his visor, "I'm... I'm free whenever so..."
He sounds nervous. Your grin is so bright it could outburn the sun.Â
"That works for me," you say as you fiddle with your lip, "As far as dress code goes... Do I, like, need a flight suit?"
His laugh is warm.Â
"No, no, I â I was gonna get us an Uber," his voice lilts into something more mischievous, "Unless..."
"Maybe after dinner," you remark easily, swaying side to side, "You can show me what those wings do?"
Oh, smooth. Real smooth. Keigo's face is warm. His wings in question twitch eagerly at the invitation.Â
"You gonna ask before you touch?"Â he teases back into the receiver, his brow raised.
It's your turn to laugh. "Hey, it's called being polite."
"I appreciate it," he rumbles out, about earlier at the convention, "Seriously. People are grabby â these things are sensitive..."
"Making a mental note of that, and filing it away," you flirt openly as your sister cheers silently, "For after dinner, maybe."
Keigo's brain stutter-steps. His laugh is surprised. He's about to comment on how you might just be the girl of his dreams when suddenly the wail of sirens perks up his attention. It's two blocks over. Three fire engines. The wind is carrying the smell of acrid smoke.Â
"Hey, chickadee, I, uh... I gotta go," he says, standing and allowing his attention to drift to the scene playing out in front of him; it's a house fire â must be â on the southern side of town, "I'll text you the spot for tomorrow, is that okay?"
"Of course, don't let me keep you," you hush, "I'll... text you?"
"I'm countin' on it."
"Bye, Hawks."
"See ya, chickadee."
You didn't even realize you were sweating until you put the phone down.
Your sister and her husband are there, eyes wide. "So?"
"So," you croon as you laugh and pridefully sway your hips, "IÂ have plans tomorrow night."
Their screaming wakes up Hayami.
As you help the kid back to sleep, you keep it secret that he's a better wingman than you could have ever anticipated.Â
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