#Keigo tamaki

[yammpi3]

𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 [𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨]

synopsis. You were a former hero commission hero but when you made a simple mistake in a mission the commission sent you on they deemed you unfit and fired you, hence made you out to be a villain to the public. A few years later you meet your old partner Hawks out on his nightly patrol then you guys make up….made out .. :3

— content warnings. sorta plot with smut, eating out, p to v, kissing, sex sex sex, not really coordinated well? i think? dom/sub hawks

— W.C 2.3k

— authors note. This has been rotting in my drafts for like a year now but i thought i should post something…so..heres this!! Im rlly sorry if it’s formatted kinda weirdly, imo the smut is also written sorta weird but i think thats just me..overthinking it ANYWAYS enjoy reading <33 also Thank you FOR 100 FOLLOWERS?? i didn’t expect my blog would reach that much so TYTY.

Hawks sighed heavily, leaning back in his office desk chair, elbows propping on the armrests. He rubbed his tired eyes, tilting his head back, attempting to avoid eye contact with the stack of paperwork that lay out before him.

Every muscle in his body ached with exhaustion. It felt like he had been sitting in this same spot for days, poring over reports and documents in an endless cycle of busy work. As the number-two hero, the public demanded nothing but his very best. They expected him to always be alert and swift in responding to any crisis, dealing with volatile situations and dangerous villains with calm precision. 

But they didn't see this part. They didn't witness the countless late nights spent filling out forms, compiling statistics, and attending meetings after meetings. No cameras captured the headaches induced by mind-numbing bureaucracy or the frustration of dealing with petty politics. This was the hidden cost of his elevated rank—an incessant paper-pushing grindstone that wore him down more than any actual fight ever could. 

 

Slowly dragging his hands down his face, Hawks sighed again as the aches and knots of tension complained loudly in his neck and shoulders. For a brief moment, he considered using his feathers to shred just a few stray documents, to do less work. 

He stretched his arms over his head and rolled his tense muscles, his wings fluttering restlessly behind him. All he wanted at that moment was to forget. To spread his wings and fly through open skies, feeling the wind ruffle through his feathers as he left his troubles far below.

 

Tilting his chair back as far as it would go, he gave a long-suffering look at the piles of work that towered precariously around him, silently pleading with it all to spontaneously catch fire or simply vanish into thin air. With a resigned sigh, Hawks dropped all four chair legs back to the floor and reluctantly pulled the topmost file towards him once more, bracing himself for another grind of the ever-turning wheel.

Hawks rubbed his tired eyes once more, feeling his motivation drain away with each mundane paragraph he read. At this rate, he'd be here all night and well into the morning. With a groan, he tossed the file back onto the pile, temporarily defeated. Maybe a quick break was what he needed to recharge his focus. 

 

Pushing away from his desk, Hawks stood and stretched out his cramped body to its full height, his wings unfolding to their full span. A midnight flight around the city was just what he needed. The cool night air and darkened streets would do wonders for clearing his cluttered mind. 

Stepping out onto his office balcony, Hawks took a few steps back, then launched himself into the sky with his wings. He flew high, circling up towards the crowning heights of the skyscrapers that shone below. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep breath of the fresher air, feeling tensions beginning to melt away already. 

 

As he glided back down towards street level, Hawks scanned the sidewalks lazily while lost in thought. He was mulling over the options when movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. 

Your shadow slipped between alleyways, scanning for any civilians in the area. Suddenly flashes of red nearing a rooftop drew your eye—a familiar winged silhouette.

Going on a nearby rooftop, you spotted Hawks looking down, trying to find who or what he saw. 

You and Hawks used to know each other pretty well in your teen years when you dreamed of being a great hero. So when you were selected by  the Commission to become one, you were ecstatic. But from day one, Keigo Takami made things... complicated.

You two went way back to your training days, though you mostly kept your head down back then. Once in the pro scene though, Takami always found ways to rile you up during sessions, whether with sly taunts or risky stunts that pushed protocol to the limit. 

Part of you wanted to throttle that arrogant asshole, but another part couldn't deny the thrill he made you feel. 

Late nights spent training turned into more..private scenarios. For a time, it was nice to find solace in each other. But then came the ruling—you'd been deemed "not hero material" after one mistake, ruining your future. That's when Takami tried to connect with you again, but the hero commission wouldn't even allow him to be close to you to not damage the reputation he already made with the public. 

"You're up rather late for a hero," you whispered directly into his ear, barely suppressing a chuckle at his startled flinch. Golden eyes met yours warily, yet he made no move to escape our intimate embrace. 

"I'm off duty," was his measured reply. "And you?" Smoke clung thick to the memories in his eyes. 

Your fingers, carefully gloved, traced the proud arch of his wings, feeling tension bleed away slowly. "Care for some company, Keigo?"

He held your gaze steadily, considering. At last he nodded, extending a hand. “Not that I can shake you off anyway,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You sat together on the secluded rooftop, settling close against one another. As you caught up, you both couldn't help but feel deprived of each other's touch; it had been far too long since you'd seen one another face to face. Sure, he'd heard about you through others in the commission, but being here together was different somehow. 

When your voices at last fell silent, a gentle touch turned your chin to meet Hawks' searching eyes. "Y/N…" he murmured, leaning in so your faces were mere inches apart. One of his wings stretched out to block any view from the street below, enveloping you both in its feathery embrace. 

Hawks closed the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft yet insistent kiss.

One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, as the other wrapped around your waist to draw you flush against his body. You felt even better than he remembered. 

 

When your lips parted under him, Hawks held back a groan as he rested his forehead against yours as you both panted for air. Wisps of steam rose between the two of you in the chill night. 

If he tasted you fully, it would undo his last shred of willpower.

“You're going to be the end of me.." Hawks murmured thickly. Already, he ached to have more, but taking you here against the railing would be too brazen, even for his recklessness. 

"Then take me somewhere more...private then," you shot back in a sinful whisper. 

With a sly smile, Hawks swept you into his arms in a bridal carry, wings already prepared for launch. "Hold on tight.”

 

Hawks kicked off from the roof of the building and took flight, relishing your tight grip around his shoulders. The thrill of having you in his arms sent adrenaline surging through his veins. 

He landed lightly on the balcony of his high-rise apartment, still holding you securely against his chest. Your masked face was turned up to meet his gaze.

"I.. I really missed you," Hawks murmured, pressing you back against the wall with his body. He caged you in with outspread wings, feathers gently ghosting your skin. 

 

"Me too.." you replied. Your hands came up to roam his body just as eagerly.

Hawks captured your lips in a searing kiss, conveying all his pent-up needs and desires without restraint. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet he'd never felt more alive. 

 

Kicking open the balcony doors, he swept you inside and laid you down on his plush sofa. His hands worked busily to remove your mask, wanting nothing between you and him; clothing fell piece by piece until nothing was left. 

 

"Say you want this," Hawks pleaded roughly, desperate for your answer. 

Your intoxicating laughter rang out as you pulled him against your body. "I want all of you, Keigo." 

Hawks' hands roamed your body eagerly, relearning every curve as his lips traveled along your jawline. You sighed contentedly, arching into his touch while undoing the fastenings of his hero costume with practiced expertise. 

 

Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way down the delicate column of your throat. Hawks lingered there to suckle your rapid pulse, eliciting breathy moans. His name falling from your lips in such a manner sent fresh spikes of arousal through him.

 

As you lay bare under him, Hawks paused to simply take in the sublime vision of your naked form, illuminated by the moonlight. "You're so..beautiful," he whispered in awe, tracing idle patterns upon your sensitized flesh.

 

Your hands delved into the downy feathers at his wings' bases, eliciting a guttural groan. The way you caressed his most sensitive areas, teasing but not quite enough, tested Hawks' faltering control. He nipped lightly at the swell of your breast in retaliation.

Tracing a tortuous path down your torso with wet kisses and love bites, Hawks' fingers dipped between your thighs. He chuckled at discovering your slick arousal, already swollen and desperate for friction. Slowly, he circled your clit, gathering your arousal onto his fingers.

 

"Please..." you begged wantonly, bucking your hips to chase more contact. But Hawks would loathe to grant your unspoken request so easily. He continued his maddening ministrations, coaxing you higher and higher with expert precision. Only when your keening cries bordered on anguish did he finally decide to sink two fingers deep inside.

 

The powerful rhythm he set drove you swiftly towards the peak. Hawks swallowed your hoarse screams of completion, savoring your intimate essence on his tongue.

"I've missed this..," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

 

Then his tongue delved into your slick arousal with deft, practiced strokes. Your responsive sighs and the way you grabbed Takami's hair only spurred him onward in his devotions. 

 

He alternated between broad, flat licks and focused flicks directly over your clit. When Keigo very lightly grazed his teeth along your folds, you keened and bucked again into his ministrations wildly. He hummed his approval, sending vibrations through your core.

 

It did not take long for you to climb once more towards the precipice, unraveling beautifully beneath his skilled mouth. Hawks drank deeply from your release, prolonging each aftershock with slow caresses of his tongue. Only when your quivering stopped did he withdraw, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he cleaned his glistening chin. 

 

As he swirled his tongue around his lips, savoring the last hints of you, you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Your chest still heaved in languid aftershocks of pleasure, your limbs boneless and slack upon the plush cushions.

"Come here," you beckoned hoarsely, crooking a finger. Your body cried out to be filled after such thorough worship, muscles reflexively clenching around nothing inside. 

 

Hawks obeyed without hesitation, crawling up to drape himself over your welcoming form once more. You gripped his shoulders firmly, flipping your positions with a playful show of wiry strength, and smiled down at him wickedly. 

 

Grasping his aching length and rubbing the tip of his cock had him seeing stars. Hawks groaned unabashedly.

Slowly, you let him inside, savoring each velvet glide. Hawks bucked helplessly, claws scrabbling for purchase against the cushions as your sensual walls milked his length.

 

The pleasure you drew from Hawks was exquisite torture. Each roll of your hips sent fresh shockwaves through his twitching member, shattering his composure. He was reduced to begging, his nails scratched weakly at your thighs as you rode him to the brink. 

 

"Please...I need to come," Hawks gasped, moving his hips upward in frantic little thrusts. His cock throbbed painfully with the desperate need for release. 

You smiled down at him cruelly. "Beg for it." Your lips formed the words deliciously slowly, knowing their effect.

Hawks keened, wings fluttering uselessly. "Please let me cum p-please I wanna cum, I need..to please..” 

 

Suddenly, you bore down on him, grinding your pelvis against his in brutal circles. The new angle sent Hawks reaching his high with a raw cry. 

 

You quickly let him pull out as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of seed spilled forth, splattering his taut stomach in pearly ribbons. Hawks shuddered through wave after wave; your continued help milking every last drop from him. 

Breathless and spent, he could only lay pliantly as you leaned down to collect his essence on your fingers. Your wicked tongue flicked out to taste, making Hawks twitch anew in oversensitivity.

 

You smiled softly, your expression gentling as you gazed upon Hawks' flushed, panting form. His chest still heaved mightily in the aftermath of his climax.

 

Reverently, you traced light patterns on his ribs and pecs with delicate fingers, soothing away any last tremors. Hawks hummed appreciatively at your tender touch, grasping one of your hands to press a lingering kiss to the palm. 

 

"Come here, Birdie," you murmured, beckoning him into your open embrace. Hawks complied readily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a contented sigh. Your legs tangled together comfortably as his wings folded around you both like a feathery blanket.

No threats of capture or duty rules could penetrate the sanctity of that moment. There, held securely within your arms, Hawks felt at once protected yet free—freed from the shackles of self-doubt and expectation. He belonged, body and soul, to one who accepted him fully without judgment or demand.

 

Drowsiness began to take hold as your rhythmic caresses through soft-down lulled Hawks towards slumber. "Stay?" he mumbled into your skin, his voice blurred by oncoming sleep yet filled with gentle hope. 

You kissed his forehead, followed by a whisper, "I’ll stay, promise." was the sweetest assurance Hawks could wish for.

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[miffiovo]

New art with Hawks🐥

[xxbimboboyxx]

Based off a spef cosplayer called “ollie d. law⚜️”, didnt catch his @ at the time so lmk if yall cant find him

[with-my-calamitous-love]

SHOTGUN SHOT THROUGH THE HEART / CAN'T DRIVE PAST THE PLACES WE USED TO GO TO

keigo x reader x touya

part 2/4, part 1 here

the day of touya’s supposed arrest was the day you almost ended it all. a familiar winged hero comes to your rescue. olivia rodrigo mentioned!

inspired by drivers license + getaway car

today was enough to kill you.

4:26 am. your eyes open with no time for dreary morning exhaustion. his arms feel especially warm that morning, making it all the more harder to pry yourself away from him. in the end, it would be two broken hearts, and 4 hands bloody.

what kills you is how peaceful he looks. how touya, a man who had fire inside his heart, felt some semblance of comfort when he laid next to you. you prayed he was dreaming, dreaming of something better than this.

you pack throw your keys and what little cash there is left into the purse he stole for you. your as quiet as possible, not necessarily to conceal your movement, but rather your cries. you don't want to do this. you want to go there, and lay with your favorite arsonist. you want to lay there and love him into the world catches up with you. but you fucking can't.

and the worst part is, he's watching you.

he could stand up. he could yell, and demand to know what's going on. he could burn you to a crisp or pull you into his arms. he could promise you forever or break your heart more as you slowly twist the doorknob open.

he hated the fact that he was suspicious about you, but its god's cruelest joke that that gut feeling is somehow always right. he doesn't what exactly is going down, but he knows you're not coming back. his hearts not pure, far from it, but it still hurts him watching you leave. you turned into the one thing he wished you never would be.

but he's quiet. because deep down, somewhere deep in his heart, he knew this would happen eventually. he can't find it in himself to blame you. he blames himself for thinking you wouldn't.

so with a gentle, silent sigh, he lets you go.

just because someone expects betrayal doesn't mean they can't cry when it happens.

you breathe again once you finally reach the car, ducking past the sirens, officers and god damn heroes that are waiting outside the hotel. many of them, the figures you see on t.v and on magazines attempt to acknowledge you, to thank you for your efforts, but your oxygen is running out. you slam the door shut behind you and speed off into the early dusk of the morning.

red lights and stop signs become nothing but a blur as shaky sobs take over your lungs. your grip on the steering wheel loosens as you see his face in the rearview. your feet on the dashboard, laughing at crude jokes overtaking the sounds of traffic. you pray that he'll forgive you, though its useless.

by now, they've broken into the room.

by now, they've got him on his knees.

by know, he realizes just why you left so soon.

you drive alone, despite the various honks and sirens that become more and more evident at your recklessness. suddenly, you see him everywhere- sidewalks, car reflections, alleyways and deeply embedded in the crevices of your heart.

you said forever, and now you drove the getaway car.

when keigo calls you, you answer with a shaky huff as his voice comes through the receiver. he updates you on everything, much to your dismay.

"what do you mean you guys didn't arrest him!? what the fuck happened there?!" you scream.

your ex-fiance's voice is filled with guilt as he explains everything. "it... was a disaster. we underestimated him. he was unstoppable, angrier than i've ever seen him. and when i told him you were the one who gave up his location..."

your heart may as well have stopped when he said that.

"you... told him...?"

the blonde winces at the tone in your voice, realizing his slip up. for a hero that was so used to lying, being calculated and playing a role that wasn't for him, he struggled to hide the most of painful of truths to you.

"shit, i'm... fuck, i'm sorry, babe. it just slipped out." the coward in every man, and evidently in keigo, tries to cover up what he revealed about you. it obviously doesn't work.

a shaky, sob-filled scream escapes your throat as you dangerously speed through the traffic and onto the bridge connecting your now abandoned hiding spot to the city. other drivers are understandably honking at you, flipping you off and asking who the hell granted you your license. you're too distraught to care, seeing as the guilt of turning touya in overtakes you.

you did the right thing, and it tore your heart apart at the seems.

keigo is still on the phone with you, keeping note of the sirens and cars he hears from your end. he quickly tries to diffuse the situation before anything else happens. "[y/n], love, i'm gonna need you to pull over." he cautions. "i'll come to you."

"i'm fine." you lie, not wanting him to see you like this. you stare at the watery depths below, reasoning with yourself not to do anything rash. just make it back to your apartment, wrap yourself up in your bedsheets and lay there until this is all over.

keigo sees right through this, as if sensing your inner turmoil (if it wasn't already blatantly obvious.) he begs you just to pull over, to stop driving in the state your in, and just let him come to you. let him make sure you come out of this alive. its what he wants, and its probably what touya wants, too.

you grit your teeth at his pleas, too heartbroken to think rationally right now. you're a reckless, ticking time bomb, and you all know it. "god, i know you care about me, kei. i know you still have feelings for me."

he's silent on the other end of the phone. his heart clenches, wincing at your harshness. he was never trying to hide how he never fully got over you, even after you professed your love for the man you ran away with. somehow, you still had that hold on his heartstrings.

"yeah, well, so what if do? what difference does it make i still don't want you to kill yourself."

his hand shakes as he holds the phone in his hand, his worry growing more and more apparent with each passing second.

"you made me betray the person i loved so much, maybe as much as i loved you."

theres a heavy silence that hangs over the call screen. its wrong to blame keigo for what happened. either way, touya was still a dangerous villain who had to be stopped. all keigo did was open your eyes to the truth. probably because he's a hero, and thats what heroes do, but also because he loves you, and doesn't want to see your heartbreak over a criminal.

but its that last part that makes keigo's heart sink to his stomach. the idea that the amount of love you had for him was equivalent to the love you had for touya.

even after the end of your breakup, he still wished the best for you. he wished for you to be happy, just not happier than how you were with him. as selfish as that is.

his heart aches, the pain of what you're going through beginning to creep up on him too. he o desperately wants to tell you that everything will be okay, that he'll be your hero and take all your hurt away, but in that regard? he's powerless.

"keigo, i-"

he listens, hoping you'll finish your sentence. but you don't, even after he yells after you. "what? [y/n], what? hey!?"

his heart stops in his chest as a loud crash resonates over your end, followed by honking, screaming, and worst of all, the sound of something splashing into the watery depths below. what scares him the most is what he doesn't know. are you okay? can he still save you in time?

when the line goes dead, he quicky takes off, setting out to find you before its too late.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

theres an overwhelming cold feeling that takes you. you're oddly relaxed, despite the dull ache that erupts in your head. you aren't sure whats happening fully, your memories a messy haze. right now, nothing else matters as your body floats through the cold state of purgatory.

theres suddenly a sharp pain on your chest, followed by a desperate plea you can’t quite discern. theres a familiar taste on your lips, one that speaks love to you. that resounding pressure on your chest makes your heart thump, causing memories to suddenly replay in your mind like a film screen. memories with someone you loved.

you and keigo had met through some friend you can’t really remember. two deep in chardonnay, and you were the only one that guessed his antics during charades. the pounding of your heart continues as you recall the memory. you went from one kiss to getting married in just the span of a few months.

first loves are special like that.

he found pieces of you in every song he listened to, became utterly addicted to smell of your perfume and your bare shoulder in the morning. he loved your laughter, the way your hands fit in his. he loved that you saw him, even in the moments he could barely recognize himself.

the thing about first love, however, is that its also your first loss.

fears of trapping you in a marriage, the same one he had seen growing up, became all the more evident for the hero. he didn’t want to hold you down, to chain you to him when the two of you were meant to fly freely, happily. he felt like you deserved to love someone else.

and eventually, you did. though he never expected the firstborn son turned villain you ran off with.

but as keigo performs cpr on you, begging you to come back to life, he pleads with the sky. with anyone who might hear him, or whoever was trying to take you away from this world.

if it meant you’d start breathing again, he’d fly up to the clouds and catch lightning in a bottle. if it meant you’d open your eyes, he’d fix every last mistake he ever made. if it meant you’d love him again… well, he’d deal with the truth of that if it meant you’d simply live again.

he almost gives up, looking down at his own, wet gloved hands as he comes to terms with the fact that his attempts may be futile. you were injured in the crash, losing blood from cuts and bruises. on top of that, you had drowned, the cruel, murky depths of the sea taking you away.

he’s already covered in water, but a singular tear drop runs down his eye.

your hearts beating, fuelled purely by the love you’ve gotten to experience. you see two people- the man who brought you back to life, and the one that felt like the best way to die.

before you can discern who is who, your heart catches up with your lungs, taking a desperate gasp of air. you immediately turn to your side, ignoring the cuts on your body in order to turn over and cough out the water. its salty and stings your throat, your vision hazy and your body shivering.

“breathe.” a voice commands you, rubbing circles on your back. keigo sighs in relief, pulling you into his lap. you cling like the life buoy you would have needed just a couple of minutes ago.

you don’t even realizing you’re still crying, not until the blonde strokes your cheeks free from the tears. he tilts your head up so he can look at you.

“you were dead a minute ago.” he says, his usual nonchalant behaviour replaced by a rare glimmer of worry. you were the only person that pulled those feelings out of him, anyway.

your throat sings of salt, body aching from the cold and the blood loss. “yeah, well… you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.” you choke out.

he almost laughs, opting to pull you into a tight hug. with as much strength, though theres not much, you embrace him back. yes, you’re still mad. yes, you’re still heartbroken. but he somehow made your tortured heart beat once more.

he wraps his coat around you, handing you off to the paramedics. he promises to meet you in the hospital after he’s done helping other survivors, sending you off with a tender kiss to your forehead. keigo looks back, seeing the accident that left you dead for a moment.

touya, from afar, is watching too.

the look on his face is something you can’t quite decipher. he’s mad as hell you sold him out, especially at the behest of hawks- but something dragged him to the scene of the accident. something in him had to know you’d be okay.

he watches as the ambulance takes you away, before turning away and leaving the scene.

tags 🐚

@whenanafallsinlove @satirediary @bbluefllame @crushmeeren (aka all the people that would probably choose touya’s life over a thousand peoples 😭 cuz me too)

[woodle-isbae]

"Sh-shitt..m'sorry!"

He was practically a mess , shaking beneath you as you sat on his lap , cock sitting snuggly inside you

He had his hands tied behind his back , which rested against the headboard of the bed,hair clung to his forehead , his face a deep red shade as he tried to catch his breath and stop his tears

"I'm not sure if you really are."

Playing mind games with him , he knew he didn't mean to entertain other girls , he was really clueless and thought she was just being kind?

Pathetic

"Pleasepleaseplease-fuck- I won't talk to her , I'll block her please!"

Oh that was music to your ears , kissing him all over his face , covering him in a dark red lipstick before taking his phone , snapping a few pics of him , eyes low and clouded as he made the effort to smile , before posting it on his story

Setting his phone aside , placing your hands on his shoulders and bouncing on him , trying to set a steady pace but you really wanted to cum aswell , just wanting to get to your high

Snap!

The sound of the cuffs breaking rung around the whole room before he set his rough hands on your hips , snapping his at a fast and violent pace to meet your,,weak,, thrusts

"M'Sorry-ah-i can't help myself-"

Mumbling apologies and praises in your ear as he held you closer , promising to make it up to you for this , the grip on your hips far too tight ,,, it's definitely bruising ,,, promising you everything that his fogged up brain can think of

Puffy lips kissing onto your neck , legs shaking as he was nearing his high ,,, both of you knowing it doesn't end there ,,, meanwhile you've already came , fucked out from his ruthless attack on your collarbone and poor pussy

It's gonna be a long night

Armin , Choso , Kirishima , Tamaki , Deku and chosen character

[skymar13]

Big beefy blondes who don’t understand that you’re not like their hand that can take several loads and poundings.

Rough blondes who try to go soft on you but can’t not bustle their tip greedily into your sopping cunt

Sexually frustrated blondes who don’t let you go until you’re a crying mess, well maybe one more after that.

Sweet hearted blondes who give you the best after care after they just split your tiny pussy down the middle.

Bakugo katsuki, mirio togata, keigo takami, denki kaminari, Allmight

Aged up!

[nejjirez]

he lovess watching u do ur makeup.

while you work your magic on ur face, he sits and watches you in complete awe. as more of the different products go on your face, he watches you start to look different. he just sits are stares at you like a little kid with his eyes slightly widened, and his mouth forming a little "o" shape. "whats that?" he asks, as you pick up a new product. "it's mascara" you giggle from his curiosity. he tilts his head, not satisfied with your answer. "what does it do?" he watches as you twist the top off. "it makes my lashes look thicker" you say, beginning to apply the product to your eyelashes. "hmm.. i dont think you need that, your eyelashes are very pretty" he retorts sitting back in his chair, chuckling.

DENKI, kirishima, hawks, todoroki, ITADORI, gojo, choso

[ameliaenya404]

☆ Spark ☆

Keigo who doesn't know how to process the loss of his wings. Who can't comprehend losing something he's had attached to him his whole life. Something that was such a core part of both Keigo and Hawks. But he has to. Faced with the harsh reality every time he looks in the mirror.

He stops worrying about his wings.

He starts worrying about you.

Afraid he's no longer of use to you, that he's no longer the man you fell in love with and he wouldn't blame you if you left him. He doesn't say it but it's written all over his face, hazey in his eyes, obviously biting his tongue. You can see it in his body when you lay down, how he lays farther away from you than normal, how he seems more closed off. It tore you up. And it wasn't something any amount of silence or time would help.

"Babe?"

"Mm?" His voice was honeyed as always but tainted with something invading the roots of his natural charm, poisoning his handsome voice. A tinge of insecurity.

"I don't love Hawks," you say and chew your lip when you see his body stiffen under the covers. You scoot a little closer to him until you can wrap your arm around him, spooning him in the darkroom in the comfort of your bed.

"Because he's not the man I'm lying with right now. I fell in love with you Kei. Hawks was gold sure...but Keigo is diamond. You are Keigo. Not Hawks. You are the man I fell so deeply in lo-Mphmm" he cuts you off with a chaste kiss.

You were the one thing he couldn't lose no matter what. The thing that kept that spark in his eyes.

[gamblersdoll]

“take this cock, take this cock.” keigo chants, eyes drawn and focused onto your creamy entrance. “take all this cock, boss.”

your hands grip his biceps, pushing yourself away from him and moaning. your eyes roll back, shooting blanks was no option at this point.

he slows, pushing the hair from out of your face. “we ain’ done yet..” he whispers, a smirk on his face and snickering. “cockwarm me just like this, fuuck.”

your legs quiver, eyes screwing shut from him bottoming out into you. he was overwhelming; his cologne strong, his size above you, breathing heavily onto you, flooded your senses. your legs had given out, his abuse to your own pussy made them tired and sore.

“how good does it feel, baby?” he says heavily into your ear, drowning your senses. “tell me baby..” he says, kissing your ear. “and i might just give you more cock than you can handle.” he says, snapping his hips into your walls again.

you moan, nodding your head from the pleasure. “ yes! so good, haah!” you cried, pussy drowning itself from your fluids as keigo slams his cock into you.

keigo was a man who was severely vocal, throwing his head back in ecstasy and whining his voice. “gunna cum— fuuuuck me!” he growls with a whine, taking a nipple into his mouth.

you both cum simultaneously, holding each other in both pairs of arms. his wings spread out, wrapping around you as a cover. “you okay, boss lady?”

“mhh..”

“you want that pasta you made last night?”

you respond with a tired nod.

[varukaart]

Night patrol 🌙

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

[blondieeu]

under your spell. keigo “hawks” t.

keigo takami’s worst weakness is definitely the cowgirl position. he is sooo the type to be super turned on by that position and overall embarrassed by how much he enjoys it.

so he pretends he doesn’t like the position at all and even when you first start getting into the bedroom he doesn’t let you ride him under any circumstances! he doesn’t even let you grind on it like that! )):

but little did you know, keigo didn’t let you ride him because his cock was most sensitive in that position and he wasn’t ready to be submissive yet with how cocky he already is in bed.

so when he finally lets you after you’ve been begging him all month to just let you ride him, he caves in, telling you it can only be for a couple minutes since he “hated” the position.

“just tell me when—when you’re ready to..switch….”

he forced the words out trying his best to conceal his sluttiest moans. keigo sat against the headboard in a mindless daze, before said he wanted to sit up in this position since “he feels like he’s having his lady do all the work if he’s just laying there” but the way his face looks right now you’re pretty sure he’s not that much help like this either.

the poor blond man could barely even keep up as his voice shattered with every spoken word. his hard, thick shaft couldn’t take much more of the harsh strokes you were taking from it.

“uh-fu—ck”

keigos mouth was slightly parted and his eyes would’ve rolled back into his head if he wasn’t so intent in staring you dead in your eyes, not wanting to miss anything. his hands lazily laid on your thighs as you bounced up and down .

“you still don’t like this position keigo?”

“mmhmm”

keigo kept a starstruck look on his face as he watched you milk his cock for everything it had in it—happy to give it to you. your hands rubbed up and down his chest in an effort to massage him deeper. you couldn’t figure out why he hated this damn position so much!

everytime you leaned down a little for a kiss your boyfriend was more than happy to oblige you the best way he could, messily kissing your lips as he let you shove your tongue in his mouth.

your hips ground in an up and down motion against his pelvis with lustful urgency before lifting your hips up all the way till only the tip was inside and guiding it all the way back down to the hilt until you were fully stuffed again.

“stop doin’ that”

he whispered, like he couldn’t even believe this was happening to him right now. of course you didn’t listen to him though, continuing to slide up and down his cock a few more times before continuing your previous harsh bouncing against him.

“cummin—getoff-getoff!”

his hands came up quickly, thumbs rubbing against the skin protecting your ribs as they wrapped themselves around your sides and lifted you up off of his cock. just at that moment hot creamy ropes of almost clear shot up out of his angry red tip and onto the lips of your wet cunny.

blondieeu xx

[piebaldpins]

HC that local birds beef with Hawks for control of the airspace and they all gang up on him

They stole his breakfast too

Dumb idea but I always see hawks getting dive bombed by crows

[slvttyplum]

its like your body was only drawn to keigo whenever he was busy, but his teasing and end goal of getting you off while he was distracted was a talent he could pass on for generations. the deep voice he would put on while one phone held it up to his ear while the other pumped two fingers out of you while you tried to stay quiet.

his eyes elsewhere as he did this just made everything better, focusing on the conversation but still able to make you feel good, your walls closing in around his fingers as you get closer to climax, choking down your moans.

keigo's fingertips pressing into your sweet spot when he felt you were being too loud so that you could make more noise and get embarrassed, smiling to himself whenever he did this because your squeals and whimpers were the cutest thing he's heard.

his fingers weren't the only thing that could get you off while he was busy; he would even let you do whatever he wanted when he was busy, never telling you no because it just wasn't natural to say no to such a pretty face, especially with those eyes of yours when you pleaded with him when he obviously wasn't budging.

getting in between his thighs to see how long he could go without moaning while he was on the phone or squirming around and putting his computer to the side whenever he was finishing up work. thick swallows every few seconds while he tried to take his mind off the pleasure that you were so good at giving.

mouthing words while he was on the phone for you to "slow down" or "take it easy" while his dick was deep down your throat and filling out your mouth.

hollowing out your cheeks as you continue to suck, so you can hear his moans and how he would try to correct himself and say that he just stubbed his toe or just ate something good. the both of you loved pushing the limits until one of you was in a tough spot, but it was never going to stop because everything felt better when you weren't supposed to be doing it.

the less he tried, the more it felt whenever he would finger you until his fingers were coated with your sweet fluid, and the more busy he was, the more you wanted to suck his dick until he couldn't even think or concentrate on the words on his computer.

he loved how determined you were to get him off even if he couldn't finish the task at hand. if his dick was inside of you, he didn't give a fuck what he was doing. his full focus was on you, but just for the sake of it, he would play into it so that he could see how long he could hold out, and shocker, just like you, when he would play with your pussy, he couldn't hold out for long.

keigo thought it was a mind thing, and the longer he thought about not trying to cum, the quicker he did, but that wasn't the case; he just loved that mouth of yours, just like you loved that double-finger combo he would slip inside of you every chance he got.

no words were spoken during either action; you already knew what time it was and just got with the program, trying not to moan and trying to keep quiet for as long as you could.

[yammpi3]

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪

Part 1!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚.

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[motherrpearl]

i need him. but not in a sexual needy way. more like the way i want that weird plush on aisle 4