#hawks x y/n

[muraaaaaa]

You woke up to something soft, tickling your nose. At first, you tried swatting it away, but the feeling persisted. With a groan and finally accepting the fact that you were now awake, you opened your eyes to find the culprit who dared disturbed the sweet embrace of sleep.

You find a lil baby feather nestled in the sheets near your face and almost instantly all your irritation melts away.

You reach up to fiddle with the crimson culprit, relishing in how it glides between the tips of your fingers. You're always in a bit of awe at how these fluffly feathers could also turn into a weapon at a moment's notice. But to you, they were a symbol of warmth and love.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo gazes at this scene with a soft smile of his own. Never did he think he'd be able to witness a small piece of heaven, just inches away from him. And although he wanted to bask in the love you bestowed upon his feather, just a bit longer, his quiet coos gave him away.

'traitor,' he thought.

As soon as you heard it, you narrowed your eyes at him, but your lips betrayed your feelings as they twitched upwards,

"Morning love, take a picture, it'll last longer."

And although Keigo flushed at your words, the twinkle in his eyes seemed to get brighter, "Hmm, maybe i should, but what good is a picture when you're right in front of me" as he snuggled closer.

Happy that you could get in some morning cuddles, you missed his feathers sneaking around.

Soon a loud shriek filled the bedroom , as you tried to wiggle away while Keigo's feathers tickled you, showing no mercy.

But as Keigo's giggles accompanied your wails for mercy, you find yourself thinking

You'd have it no other way.

A thud was heard, followed by cursing "KEIGO YOU ASS!!"

truly you'd have it no other way.

"I'M SORRYYYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BIRDIE!! NO!! PUT THAT PILLOW DOWN!!"

[pricesprincess]

Chance Meeting | k. takami x fem reader

synopsis: Being Hawk’s makeup artist isn’t easy sometimes; you enjoy the flirting and teasing, plus he isn’t bad looking and is easy to get along with. But what happens when you finally let him in?

wc: 1.2k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + suggestive content + minors and empty blogs DNI + canonverse + repost from my old blog + not beta read + heavy petting + dry humping + orgasm denial + pet names + Keigo promises bomb pussy eating + any missing tag lmk!

“You have to be still and keep your eyes shut.” You grunted through clenched teeth.

Keigo looked up at you, blinking like he didn’t just hear a word you said.

“If you get powder in your eye, it is not my fault.”

“Don’t be like that, doll; I told you I don’t need any.”

Just as you opened your mouth to tell him that he specifically requested it before the set, Keigo sneezed right in the small container, blowing white setting powder over you, and of course, you wore all black today. “Sorry,” he said softly, sniffling.

“Can we get him a tissue?” You yelled to the busy set, hoping someone would come by, so you took a step back, dusting yourself off, trying not to let the irritation roll off you like threatening storm clouds.

“What did I tell you, Keigo? Did you take those meds like the doctor prescribed?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I thought you were my makeup artist and not my manager.” He replied in a cold-toned voice that grated on your already fried nerves.

“Okay, whatever, have it your way.” You replied, throwing your hands up in the air, and as you turned around, you felt the soft touch of a feather glide across your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I-—” Keigo cut off with a loud sneeze, scaring everyone next to him. Grunting, you walked over to your makeup table, grabbing some tissues and the tablets that he’s been refusing to take, along with a bottle of water, which you thrust into his arms.

“I might not be your manager but I still care for you even though you can be a pompous ass who sometimes I want to choke or pluck all your feathers out-—”

“Damn doll, tell me how you really feel, and if you want to choke me, all you have to do is agree to have drinks with me.” He whined, rubbing his nose.

“In your dreams, birdbrain.” You replied, teasingly ruffling his hair. He swatted at your hand as his manager Ko came overdressed to the nines, as usual, her sleek black hair pulled back, enunciating her beautiful features. She and Keigo would make a killer couple.

“Hawk, baby, are you sick?” She cooed, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead, slumping over his chair. He played dead, even going as far as to stick his tongue out, earning a swat from Ko, who turned to look at you.

“You’re dismissed.” She said, glaring daggers in hopes that would scare you away, but working with Pro Heroes, it didn’t pierce your thick skin, nor did it make you whimper and whine like a dog.

“No, we weren’t done talking.” Keigo glanced at Ko, barely registering that she stood there, before looking at you intently. Ko scoffed and caught the attention of someone else, leaving you and Keigo alone.

“What do you say?” He asked, clasping his fingers together and resting his hands on his chest, batting his eyelashes at you playfully.

“Say to what?”

“Drinks.”

“For all intents and purposes, say I do—what’s to happen? You’re my boss; some might even say it’s inappropriate.”

He chuckled lightly, running his fingers through his hair. “What we do after hours is no one’s business, right?” He asked, holding your gaze.

“If we do drinks this one time, will you agree to stop asking me out?”

For the last few months, Keigo has been flirting with you heavily, asking to take you out, or he’d brush against you while you hovered above him applying his eyeliner, his thigh between your legs when there was no one around, large hands cupping your ass that maybe led to a few dry humping sessions that you refuse to talk about, and if you had to admit you were crushing on him hard, so you didn’t mind the flirting or the steamy humping that, again, you will not mention.

“All I need is one time, my dove.” He replied nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re ridiculous.” You said walking away from him.

“But you love it!” He shouted back, making you smile.

Several minutes later you stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom looking at the new clothes that you had to steal from Hawks’ closet: a shirt. Thankfully your pants were able to be dusted.

“There you are.” Ko eyed you as she walked into the bathroom, the door swinging open, bringing in her cloud of perfume that choked you with the heavy scent of old ladies in a nursing home.

“Were you looking for me or something?”

“I heard Keigo finally got you to go on that date.” She said in a cool, neutral tone that made you want to flip her off, but you stuffed the feeling back in, reminding yourself that wasn’t professional, but her bitchy attitude wasn’t either.

“It’s not a date,” You replied, washing your hands as you dried them, and you threw her a pitying glance, “It must suck to see your crush follow someone else around; maybe it’s time to move on, Ko, and I mean that as a friend. Have a good day!” You said with mock sincerity while patting the door frame before leaving only to run into Keigo, who saw his shirt.

“You’re not supposed to be wearing my clothes until the next day.” He teased, pinching the fabric and pulling it from your body.

“I usually walk around naked afterward, give them’ that old razzle-dazzle.” You deadpanned, irritated from today’s events.

“Woah, Miss. Grumpy Pants, I’ll pick you up around eight.”

“Eight? Tomorrow?”

“What? No, not tonight.”

“Tonight? I thought it was like next weekend.”

“You thought wrong. Can you be ready by then? Also, dress in something casual, like a dress and some flats.”

“If this is an attempt to get between my legs, then it’s not going to happen.”

Keigo threw back his head laughing, holding his stomach.

“Oh, princess, you really are funny,” He said, taking a step towards you closing the distance, the air changed into a cloud of sexual wanting and untouched passion left from months of flirting. “I’ve been between those legs,” His hand cupped your cunt, sending waves of heat over you as you clung to his shoulders, already under his spell.

“I might not have had the luxury of tasting you, but soon I will. Do you want to cum on my tongue?” His fingers massaged your cunt slowly while his other hand pulled you closer to him so if anyone were to walk by it would look like a friendly conversation; it was anything but.

“Keigo!” You moaned softly and gasped when his finger found your clit, circling it softly.

Your head lolled back, clinging to his arms, desperately trying not to cum just from him rubbing you through your pants; the smug look on his face made you roll your eyes when he pulled away with a smirk.

“Just think about what kind of orgasm you would have with my tongue; that was a little preview.”

His words sent a shiver through you as he pulled away with a smile on his dumb face that you wanted to squish. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Do you want to pick me up at my house? I’m assuming you already know my address.”

Keigo grinned, flaring his wings as he walked away from you; the soft ends of his feathers brushed against the bare skin of your arm, sending goosebumps all over. “See you at eight, princess!” He sang before disappearing around the corner, sounding full of himself.

[majoryeager104]

Sick Keigo, who absolutely refused to let the commission drag him around the city, not when he felt like this. But, of course, they made him do it anyways. He was on his usual patrol, sneezing and sniffling the whole way

Sick Keigo, who had trouble focusing on flying. He felt lightheaded and nauseous. Nope nope nope nope nope. Not doing it. He flew right to your place without a second thought of the commission. After all, when have they ever had a second thought about him?

Sick Keigo, who burst through your balcony door and immediately began the dramatics only to find you weren’t home. He grumbled about it for a moment, flopping on the couch. He waited there for hours till you got back.

Sick Keigo, who played dead when you came to check on him only to pull you close. He didn’t mind if he got you sick, it meant you’d be stuck here with him. But nonetheless, he just placed all his kisses on your shoulder and sweetly whispered in your ear that he had a fever of 105° and needed immediate assistance

Sick Keigo, who stayed completely comfy on your couch for the next few days, getting pampered when you got back from work, and staring at the ceiling when you weren’t there, glad to have a moment of peace even though his fever was still 100° by then

[handsoffmyscarfsherlock]

Featherlight Flirtations | Part 2

hawks x reader

Summary: The long-awaited dinner turns into a night of teasing and surrender as Hawks finally gets the girl—and the shirt off her.

Warnings: (light) praise kink, slight NSFW

Note: Here's what we've all been waiting for! Thank you all for your kind words about the first part. I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, just a reminder, requests are open!

The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city outside your window. The soft glow of your lamp casts golden light over the living room. Your couch is soft against your back as you type out a message. 

You: Dinner, huh?

Hawks (Birdbrain): That’s right, sweetheart.

You: I feel like you tricked me into this.

Hawks (Birdbrain): Me? Trick you? Nooo. I just happened to show up at your place and remind you that you agreed to go out with me. Totally normal hero behavior.

You: Do all your rescues involve this much harassment?

Hawks (Birdbrain): Only the cute ones ;)

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth on your face wasn’t from annoyance. This man was relentless. A part deep down in your gut tried to remind you that you didn’t actually hate it.

You: Fine. Where are we going?

Hawks (Birdbrain): Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?

You: I swear to god—

Hawks (Birdbrain): Relax, babe. I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something nice… but not too nice.

You: Why not too nice?

Hawks (Birdbrain): Because I still wanna see you in that Hawks shirt later.

You stared at your screen.

Then, with an audible groan, you threw your phone across the couch.

When 7 PM rolled around, you expected Hawks to swoop in dramatically through your window, but instead, there was a polite knock at your door.

You opened it to find him leaning against the frame, hands stuffed in his pockets, signature smirk firmly in place.

“Didn’t feel like breaking and entering today?” you teased.

“I’m trying to be a respectable dinner date,” he said smoothly, giving you a slow once-over. “And damn, sweetheart, you’re making that really difficult.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way his stare made your stomach flip. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He held out his arm with a lazy grin. “Walk with me?”

You arched a brow. “No flying?”

“Figured we’d keep our feet on the ground for now. Build some anticipation,” he said, winking.

You huffed but slipped your arm through his anyway, feeling the warmth of him even through his jacket.

You should’ve expected Hawks to be a menace the moment you stepped outside together, but somehow, you still weren’t prepared.

“So,” he started, hands stuffed in his pockets, wings tucked neatly behind him, “You nervous?”

You shot him a look. “Why would I be nervous?”

He smirked. “Because you’re on a date with me.”

You snorted. “This isn’t a date.”

“Oh?” He arched a brow. “Two attractive people, going out to dinner, walking together under the city lights, what part of that isn’t a date?”

You gave him an unimpressed stare. “The part where you tricked me into agreeing.”

Hawks laughed, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “Details, details.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the tiny smile tugging at your lips.

“So, how does a big-shot hero even have time for casual dinner outings?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Ah, you know.” He waved a hand. “I just pencil it in between saving lives and looking ridiculously good.”

“Right, of course.” You nodded solemnly. “That must be exhausting for you.”

“Oh, it is, sweetheart.” He sighed dramatically. “But I power through.”

“Truly inspiring.”

“Glad you think so,” he said, flashing you a grin. “Maybe I should start a fan club.”

You smirked. “You already have one.”

Hawks let out a mocked gasp. “So you do keep up with me.”

Your eyes roll on reflex. You walked into that one. Before you could retort, Hawks nudged your side, voice dropping slightly. “Just admit it, you’re a little excited for tonight.”

You were, but there was no way in hell you were going to give him the satisfaction.

So instead, you scoffed, “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t embarrass me in public.”

He pressed a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “Me? Embarrass you?”

You sighed. “I have made a grave mistake.”

Hawks just grinned, smug as ever.

The rest of the walk was nice, casual, filled with easy conversation and the occasional stolen glance. Hawks, despite being a relentless flirt, was good company. He made you laugh, teased you just enough to keep you on your toes, and somehow always managed to keep the conversation light but interesting.

By the time you reached the restaurant, you realized how relaxed you were in his presence. 

It was a cozy little place with warm lighting and the smell of grilled food greeting you as you stepped inside. The hostess, upon recognizing Hawks, immediately flushed and stammered out a greeting.

“Table for two,” he said smoothly, winking at the poor girl.

You sighed. “Do you have to do that to every woman you meet?”

“What, be charming?” He pulled out a chair for you with an exaggerated flourish. “I can’t just turn it off, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes but sat down, watching as he settled in across from you, resting his chin on his palm. “So,” he drawled. “What’s your guilty pleasure food?”

You glanced at the menu. “Probably anything deep-fried.”

His eyes lit up. “Ohh, see, I knew I liked you.”

Dinner was… fun. More fun than you expected. Hawks was effortlessly charismatic, switching between playful teasing and genuine conversation so seamlessly that you never had a chance to feel awkward.

At one point, as the waiter set down your drinks, Hawks leaned forward, smirking. “So, real talk,” he said. “How long have you been a fan?”

You blinked. “A fan?”

He gestured toward you vaguely. “Of me. I mean, you do own official Hawks merch.”

You groaned. “I told you—it was on sale.”

“Mm-hmm.” He took a slow sip of his drink, watching you over the rim. “You’re telling me you didn’t specifically pick that shirt?”

You glared. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you don’t.”

He was right. You hated that he was right.

You stared at him across the table, your drink halfway to your lips. “God, you’re so full of yourself.”

He leaned forward on his elbows, chin resting lazily on his hand, wings rustling just slightly behind him as if they were also enjoying the moment. “Confidence, baby. It’s part of the charm.”

You scoffed, but there was warmth in your chest you couldn’t quite shake. He was ridiculous, charming in the most infuriating way. And yet here you were, still sitting across from him, still smiling despite yourself.

He caught the corner of your smirk and pointed at it smugly. “There it is. The smile. Finally cracked you.”

“I smiled because I’m imagining throwing my fork at your face,” you deadpanned.

He laughed, low and easy. “You’re cute when you’re violent.”

“Are you flirting with me or trying to get stabbed?”

“Why not both?”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin, but he didn’t let up. His gaze softened just a bit, gold eyes warming as they lingered on you longer than you expected.

“But seriously…” His voice lowered, the teasing pulling back just enough to feel like something real. “I’m glad you came.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the sincerity tucked between all the usual cockiness.

He rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze for a moment like he wasn’t used to being too genuine in the open. “I know I give you a hard time, but… this? It’s nice.”

You looked down at your glass, suddenly hyperaware of how close your knees were under the table, of how his boot had bumped yours once, maybe twice now.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, then glanced up at him again. “It is.”

His smile was slower this time. Not the smirk he usually wore like a second skin, this one was quieter, warmer—a little disarming.

You took a sip of wine, mostly to distract yourself from how that look was making your stomach flutter.

He leaned back in his chair, lips twitching. “So… does this mean I get a second date? Or should I wait until after dessert before begging?”

“Begging?” You raised an eyebrow. “Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He grinned. “Not if you say it like that.”

You choked on your drink.

He definitely did that on purpose.

You wiped your mouth with your napkin, muttering, “You are a menace.”

“And you’re gorgeous when you blush. Damn,” he whistled low. “Keep wearing that expression, and I will beg.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly across the table. “You’re impossible.”

“But you’re still here,” he said softly, with a wink that made it clear, beneath all the flirting, there was something real building here. This time, you didn’t feel like running away. 

After dinner, as the two of you stood just outside the cozy restaurant, city lights glowing in the distance, the buzz of evening traffic softened by the quiet laughter shared between you, Hawks turned to you with that familiar sparkle in his eyes.

“So,” he said, stretching his arms overhead like it had totally been an exhausting task being utterly charming all evening, “How about I fly you home?”

You raised an eyebrow, your arms folding across your chest. “You sure you won’t drop me this time?”

His grin was instant. “Come on, sweetheart. You loved it last time.”

“I screamed the whole time.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Out of joy. I’m very familiar with the sound of joyful screaming.”

You snorted. “Lies.”

“Okay, okay,” he held up both hands in mock surrender, wings giving a dramatic flutter behind him. “No rogue dives, no pretending to drop you. I’ll behave… mostly.” Then he held out his hand to you, palm up. “Trust me?”

You hesitated, eyes on his open hand. His fingers twitched slightly—nervous? No, Hawks didn’t do nervous. But you could see it in the way he tilted his head, just enough softness behind that confident smirk.

So, you took a breath and slid your hand into his.

His fingers curled around yours, warm and solid, like they’d been waiting for that moment.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, then leaned in, voice low in your ear, “Didn’t think you’d make me work for a handhold, but damn, the payoff’s nice.”

You rolled your eyes, lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “Shut up and fly, bird boy.”

He didn’t answer, not with words. Just scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your thighs, the other snug around your back. You let out a tiny squeak as your feet leave the ground.

“This feel familiar?” he teased, lifting you slightly higher just to make you squirm. “Or should I do a dramatic leap into the sky like a true prince?”

“I swear to god, Keigo, if you twirl—”

“Ohhh, so we’re on a first-name basis now?” he said, eyes wide, full of mock surprise. “Didn’t realize dinner came with emotional intimacy.”

You gave him a light smack to the chest, but you didn’t deny it.

And truthfully? It felt easier this time. Your arms weren’t locked around his neck in panic, your breath wasn’t shallow with nerves. You were… okay. More than okay, actually. Maybe it was the lingering buzz of wine or the way the city looked softer from this height, glowing golden below you.

Or maybe it was just him.

Then, as the cool night air rushed around you and his wings began their rhythmic beat, you noticed something.

“Wait,” you said, pulling back just slightly. “Do you… do you have a playlist for flying?”

He grinned like a man with no shame because, well, he was. “Obviously. You think I don’t have a soundtrack to my life?”

You blinked. “Oh my god.”

“Wanna listen?” he asked, holding out a wireless earbud between two fingers like it was a peace offering.

Curious, you took it, slipping it in just as the soft strumming of a guitar began to play. The song was gentle, almost nostalgic, with warm chords and breathy vocals. Nothing dramatic. Nothing loud. Just… peaceful.

“You’re seriously listening to this while doing aerial flips and flying through clouds?” you asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

He smirked, glancing down at you as he adjusted his hold slightly. “You expected trap beats or something?”

“I expected… chaos. Sirens. Cartoon sound effects. A rooster crowing.”

“Wow,” he said, deeply offended. “That’s hurtful. But fair.”

You laughed softly, and after a beat, you let your head rest against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, strong and reassuring. It matched the music almost too perfectly.

“You good?” he asked, his voice softer now, mouth close to your hair.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah… this is nice.”

He smiled—felt like he smiled, even if you didn’t look. You could feel the warmth in the way his arms tightened just slightly around you, as if tucking you closer.

“Told ya,” he murmured.

You let yourself sink into him a little more, the warmth of his body melting into the cold wind around you. The city below faded into a distant blur, and all you could hear was music, wings, and the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

By the time your feet touched the balcony, you were warm, not just from the lingering heat of the wine or the late-night air curling around you but from him. From the way he held you like you weighed nothing, like flying with you wasn’t a chore but a privilege. The way his arms hadn’t once faltered, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek the whole way home.

He set you down gently, but his hands… didn’t leave. They lingered low at your waist, fingers curling around the hem of your jacket like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“You gonna invite me in?” he asked, head tilted, hair tousled by the wind. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something beneath it. A softness. Maybe even hope.

You hesitated for only a moment before sighing. “Fine. But no funny business.”

He grinned, full of mock offense. “Who, me? Never.”

Of course, the moment you flopped onto the couch, exhausted and mildly tipsy, he followed right after, sprawling across the cushions like it was his place instead of yours.

“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” you muttered, eyeing the way he had his wings half-folded, half-draped over the back of your furniture like velvet throws.

“Oh, I plan to.” He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes following you as you stood.

“Where you going?”

“To change,” you called back, pausing in the hallway. “You did say to get comfy, right?”

He gave a knowing hum that made you instantly suspicious. “Mm-hmm.”

You could feel his gaze even from the next room. You opened your drawer and stared. There it was, folded neatly on top.

The Hawks shirt.

Worn soft and oversized, emblazoned with a bold wing design. The merch item was actually from a charity event you’d gone to ages ago, never expecting the man himself would someday end up on your couch.

And maybe it was the wine. Or the way his voice still echoed in your head. Or maybe you just wanted to see what he’d say.

But when you stepped back into the living room, wearing nothing but that damn shirt and a pair of sleep shorts underneath, it was like everything paused.

His gaze landed on you immediately, and it stayed. He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.

Then, a slow, hungry smirk curled his lips.

“Oh,” he said, his voice suddenly low, warm, and undeniably dangerous. “Now that is just unfair.”

You crossed your arms. “If you say one word—”

“I love that you wore it for me.”

“I didn’t—”

“You so did.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, but heat was already blooming in your chest, flushing your neck. You moved to sit beside him, only for him to grab your wrist and tug you down onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey—!”

But his hands were already sliding under the hem, palms hot against your bare waist. You froze, the sudden contact sparking every nerve under your skin.

“You shy, sweetheart?” he murmured, his lips barely grazing your throat.

You stiffened, your heartbeat kicking hard against your ribs. You weren’t used to this, being seen like this. Soft. A little vulnerable. Wanted.

“I—”

He chuckled, the sound dark and soft and maddening. “Cute,” he muttered.

His fingers slid higher, just the whisper of skin on skin as he pushed the fabric up inch by inch, teasing and slow. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but it was useless. Every touch lit you up.

“You can hide behind this shirt all you want,” he purred, “but you’re still gonna end up in my hands.”

And god, if that didn’t make your stomach flip.

Then, his lips moved. Hot, open-mouthed kisses traced up your throat, over your pulse, lingering just long enough to make you squirm. His hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding you. Guiding you.

“Let me take my time with you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “You can be shy all you want; it just means I get to tease you longer.”

The way he said it—like a promise, not a threat—left you breathless.

His lips were everywhere, hot and exploring. Never in one place too long. His hands roamed your waist, then slid down to grip your thighs, pulling you more fully onto his lap. Your legs parted instinctively, now straddling him, the press of his body against yours unmistakable.

And he knew. Oh, he knew.

His smirk brushed against your skin. “See? That’s not so scary, is it?”

Your body tensed. Heat bloomed low in your belly. And you knew, you knew, he could feel it. But you couldn’t let him have the last word. So you leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear, and whispered, “You talk too much.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest made your skin flush all over.

His hands tightened. “Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice sharp with hunger. “You wanna play it like that?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer.

In one smooth motion, he flipped you beneath him, your back pressing into the couch cushions as his body hovered above yours. His wings shadowed you both, cocooning the moment, making the room feel like it had shrunk to just you and him.

Golden eyes roamed over you, hungry, dark, and burning.

“Let’s see how shy you are now,” he muttered, and then—

His mouth crashed onto yours.

There was no hesitation, no gentleness. Just heat. His kiss devoured you, leaving no room to think. His tongue slid against yours, his hands greedy as they roamed your body, up your sides, under your shirt, palms wide and rough and wanting.

He pulled back just long enough to yank the shirt off you in one fluid motion, tossing it over his shoulder like it meant nothing.

But the look he gave you after?

Like you were everything.

“Shit,” he whispered, eyes drinking you in. “No shirt, nothing to hide… you’re so goddamn perfect it’s not even fair. Look at you—so pretty, so good for me. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

Then he was kissing you again, trailing down your throat, across your collarbone, and lower, slow, burning kisses that had your spine arching. His mouth teased, his hands exploring every inch of skin like he needed to memorize you.

You gasped as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of your shorts. He paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Still shy?” he asked, voice low and rough.

But your answer wasn’t a word; it was a moan, soft and desperate, as your hips lifted into his touch.

His smile returned, wicked and proud.

And when his hands finally dipped past the last barrier between you—

You weren’t shy anymore. You were his, laid beneath him, claimed in every kiss, every breathless whisper, every worshipful touch. And in that moment, wrapped up in his warmth, his praise, his need, you didn’t want to be anything else.

Because with him, like this, you felt seen.

Desired.

Home.

And god help you, you wanted more.

[sugarwarachan]

thinking horny thoughts about hawks - mdni

you and hawks watching tv, your back against his chest, wings on either side of you. he’s bad at personal space, needs to crowd you, get his hands on you whenever he can. he pulls your panties to the side and strokes his thumb over your clit. your hips buck against him as you let out that gorgeous little moan he loves.

“nah ah ah, don’t run away pretty girl,” he coos, using his forearm to hold your hips down. “let me feel you, feel how good you are. ya wanna feel good, don’t you baby?”

you can only nod. he always gets you this way, so fucking needy you can’t even talk. he loves it. he’s the only one who can get you like this, the only one who gets to hear how quickly your pussy starts to talk, all for him -

“oh, angel, you’re already this fuckin’ wet and I’ve barely got my hands on you.” his wings flex and rustle behind you, filling your senses with more of him, more of his scent, his touch -

“been waitin’ all fucking day to feel this pussy gush all over my fingers.” he grinds his cock against the meat of your ass, fingers sliding into your pussy and then pressing up, two fingertips rubbing against your g spot, the palm of his hand the perfect pressure on your clit - you keen so loudly he has to clap a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“keep fucking coming angel, there’s my girl, squeeze my fucking fingers, just like that.” you bite the inside of his hand as you come, your thighs trembling in his lap.

his wings bracket the both of you as you come down, both of your breaths slowly getting steadier.

neither of you ever ended up watching any tv that night.

[orieriee]

How Hawks Falls in Love

hawks x gn! pro-hero reader

author's note: is tumblr still alive? I've been wanting to write this out for a long time since I caught up with the mha manga. There are some imagines that I would love to share if I have time 😭

warnings: grammar errors(?), it's fluff! A comfort fic!

my masterlist

Despite his friendly nature and his popularity among fans, he finds it hard to let people inside his heart due to his past

But when Hawks falls in love, he tends to approach it with a logical mindset

What is this anxious feeling that he feels when he's with you? Why does his heart race when he thinks about doing something with you?

Maybe it's acid reflux because he had coffee, maybe it's because of the caffeine

But Hawks isn't all that blind about love

It is the common symptoms of falling in love when you experience a racing heart and butterflies in the stomach whenever you think about that special person

But it took Hawks a while to admit that he's actually falling in love

Shit... He cursed inside when he felt a pound in the heart after talking to you

That's when he realized...

Yes, he's falling in love

It took him a while, now that he has admitted it, nothing is different in the way he treats you actually

It's the same friendly manner

It really took him a while

He takes the most careful approach to his newfound profound feelings

Does he want to date you? Or will he dismiss it as just a simple crush? Those options are a never-ending dilemma that runs through his thoughts every time

"Do you have someone you like?"

He took the opportunity to ask when the moment was right

"Yes" you replied

He considered your 'yes' and 'no' before. If there were someone else that you like, he would likely decide to move on and dismiss it as just a one-sided crush

Although he'll most likely still likes you in secret

But you replied with a yes, that turns out to be a confession

And oh how he realized how love-starved he was

The act of love is unusual to him, since he grew up in an unloving household during childhood

But he didn't hate it, it was what he needed

How safe he felt with you whenever you held him in your arms, how relieved he was when he burried his head into your neck, it's a peace haven for him

You're now his home

One he always dreams of having

He swore he would protect you from all harms, to cherish and support you in every joy and challenge that life brings, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to provide solace in times of sorrow.

He pledge to love and honor you, to respect and cherish you, for all the days of your lives

ARGHHH I haven't done this in a long while😭 I hope this isn't too bad! (I think it has been 2 years since I've written a fanfic 🤡) I apologize in advance if there was any mistakes or if it's cringey 💔

I love our burnt chicken XD

Published by orieriee on 9 July 2024

[usopps-goggles]

Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time

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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ————————————————————————————

I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything “are you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?”. . . yeah you’re in for a long night.

K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didn’t even want you over to begin with, but… gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.

S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.

D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, can’t help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no… suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excited…

E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while it’s down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.

K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you don’t know how but you’ll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. he’s a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.

S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where he’s not as tired he’ll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when he’s with you and there’s nothing he loves more than a night where he’s falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.

[whirlybirbs]

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

— MEET & GREET ; 1 / 2 ; HAWKS ; 啓悟

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. 

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 — 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!" 

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. 

If you had it your way, you'd spend the rest of the day mingling through the artist stalls — 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 — and sure, you coulda thrown that pretty hunk of cash into a college fund for Hayami, but he was deeply in his hero phase. 

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. 

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. 

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 — 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. 

"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. 

You hop up onto your tippy-toes, mimicking him — 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 minute—"

The telltale roar of fanfare lets you know exactly who has just arrived. 

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. 

"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. 

You have to admit, the guy is pretty cute. 

Cuter than the fan-cams make him out to be, even. 

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. 

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. 

It's Keigo's least favorite part of all this. 

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. 

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. 

On instinct, his hand shoots out and grips yours for dear life. 

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. 

"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. Unless—

You've seriously got him weighing the pros and cons of step-fatherhood and he doesn't even know your name. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

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 — 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 — 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. 

Hawks brings his visor back down. 

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. 

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 — 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. 

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 th—"

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. 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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'. 

"You're kidding me."

Hayami is finally asleep — 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 receipt—"

"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 now—"

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 months—"

"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. 

...They're probably right.

You suck your teeth as you cross your arms again and weigh your options.

I mean — it's only eight o'clock. It's early. And it's a Friday. 

It could go two ways — 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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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 — gesturing for them to cut it out. 

"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 — a bold move, y'know."

"Convention Cutie!" he practically cheers, "Hold on, hold on — 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. 

You can hear a bit of wind bristle against his end of the receiver. 

"Alright, alright, sorry," he rumbles out, "Now you've got my full, undivided attention—"

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 time—"

"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. 

"Yea, definitely," 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. 

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. 

God, sometimes the evolutionarily deep, bird DNA thing is weird.

Hawks lets out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

"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. 

"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. 

"No, no, I — 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. 

"You gonna ask before you touch?" 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 — 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. 

"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 — must be — 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, "I 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. 

[samulogy]

➵ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 !

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ about ! skip the foreplay and get straight to fucking. or you’re just too needy for him so you take matters into your own hands.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ warnings ! minors, blank and ageless blogs please do not interact. 18+ content, obviously. f!reader, slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play, semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie, sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, n oral fixation.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ characters ! (canon timeskip) midoriya izuku, amajiki tamaki, takami keigo

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! just my thoughts before i go to bed, xoxo.

MIDORIYA IZUKU ‪‪❤︎‬ riding him during a zoom meeting. slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice strained. “we can’t— not now…”

of all the times you had to be stubborn, it just had to be when he’s in a meeting with the rest of the ua staff. he couldn’t even dwell long enough in his thoughts because you were already freeing him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him and stroking him slowly. the warmth of your hands, accompanied by the cold lubricant, made him let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the chair as you aligned yourself on him.

“we have to be quiet,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as you sink down onto him, taking him in completely. god, his tip could barely fit—but once you get past that, it’s all pleasure, not struggle.

izuku’s hands held your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to stifle a groan. you bit your lip, your own breath hitching as you began to move, your hips rocking slowly against his. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his body tense as he fought to stay quiet.

on the screen, the meeting continued, the voices of his colleagues filling the room. for all it’s worth, izuku leaned in and told you, “hold your breath, doll.”

unconsciously, you did—

“yes, i do agree, principal nezu. i’ll look forward to that when classes return this monday.”

your hands braced against his shoulder—moments faltering for a second—but you continued when you heard izuku turn off his mic with a click! your own breathing was ragged as izuku picked up your pace for you, his strong hands guiding you up and down and up and down on his dick. the change of pace cleared all coherent thoughts that you were thinking of.

and the thought of getting caught really sounded . . .

“‘zuku— uhn! F- fuck, wait..!”

he tutted softly. “you’re not in the position to make requests, doll. you wanted this, no?” he smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“then you’ll have to take everything i give you while I’m still in my meeting.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI ❤︎‬ quickie during an important dinner. semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie.

you’re about to collapse at this point. “tama— hah..! too much, too much,” you panted in his ear.

“you have to b-be quiet, hon,” tamaki tells you, though you could barely reply anything when one of his tentacle appendages suddenly occupied your mouth to keep the noise down. “fuck,” he whined quietly, head resting on your shoulder as he had you resting on the counter, his hips at the fastest pace he could muster. “h-have to be quick, or else someone might walk in, r-right?”

that, or those in your table might wonder where you two have gone.

you could only nod, helpless and pliant under your husband’s mercy.

“‘m close,” he tells you, “inside, hon?”

he has the courtesy to ask as if he wasn’t already planning to. it’s the thought that counts, maybe.

“h—nggh! tama,” you whine, all protests on your tongue are swallowed by him, the tentacle appendage replaced by tamaki’s tongue—tasting you as if he’s been starved for years.

“so—“ kiss “—fucking—“ kiss “—amazing, hon,” he pants in between kisses, feeling you clench around his dick just pushed tamaki over the edge—his hot spurts of cum filling your womb in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

it was also an important thing to note that when tamaki comes, it’s a lot even if it comes in intervals. It’s a lot and hot against your fluttering walls. it’s ok, you were his to take anyway.

TAKAMI KEIGO ❤︎‬ sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, oral fixation.

“dove,” he pants, “wait a moment— mmph!”

the moment keigo stepped inside, he didn’t have any grace period before your lips were on his. hands gripping his jacket, pulling him close. you had him pressed against the door, your body warm, your breath shaky against his mouth as you kissed him with need.

need to cope to not take another huff of another cigarette. he remembers now how he jokingly said that for every time you felt like smoking, you could kiss him instead.

keigo didn’t necessarily mean to kiss him ‘til he’s lightheaded—‘til he was sitting on the couch, you straddling him. you didn’t even wait before you were already sinking down into his cock, taking all the breath he has left as you kissed him again, your tongues intertwining just right that it had your nails digging at his shoulders.

quite frankly, keigo didn’t really mind.

“dove—fuck, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmurs, thrusting up to meet your pace. “shit, ‘m exhausted, you know this,” he tuts softly, earning a pitiful whine from you. “but i guess you can’t help it, yeah?”

you can’t even reply. not when keigo had you sucking on two of his digits, anything to keep your mouth occupied as he fucks into you. it doesn’t even take long for you to cum when one hand’s in your mouth and the other toying with your clit.

“atta girl,” he chuckled. “i guess we’re going to have to fill your mouth, too, huh? alright, alright, you win.”

[nightfall-kachiniko]

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Hawks Wants to Knock You Up | One Shot

"Let's make a baby."

You drop the glass you're dying over the sink and swear as you watch it fall to the ground. It tumbles end over end, almost in slow motion. A moment later, it's back in your hands - still fully formed, no shards on the ground. A crimson feather zooms out from where it's wrapped around the glass - Hawks has used his quirk to save the day. As per usual.

"Excuse me?" You snap, holding up the glass with a shaky hand. "And stop doing that. Don't surprise me, you know I'm clumsy and break things."

"I mean it. Let's make a baby." He says, leaning across the countertop on his forearms. His hair is tussled and wet from a recent shower, his t-shirt and sweatpants clinging sinfully to his damp, slim frame. "I want to put a baby in you right now."

"Kei..." You groan, rolling your eyes. He's been saying this a lot lately, especially whenever you're being particularly domestic. You make dinner - baby talk. You take his hero costume out for dry cleaning - baby talk. You tell him not to forget his lunch - goddamn mother fucking baby talk. You often wonder aloud if his bird quirk includes some biological drive to reproduce. He honestly doesn't know.

"Come on baby - just let me fuck you. Right here. Right now." He pushes away from the counter and walks around to stand next to you. He reaches down and grasps at his package through his sweatpants - he's already hard. You place the glass on the counter to prevent yourself from dropping it again. You stare - jeez the way his sweatpants hang around his waist is absolutely delicious. The way his dick boldly bulges in his pants for you causes a spark of desire to shoot straight to your pussy.

Keigo keeps talking as he slips the waistband of his sweatpants down, revealing his hard, flushed cock. "I'll bend you over the counter, I'll suck on your clit a lil' - just the way you like. I'll eat you out and then...then...when you're nice and wet for me I'll slip inside you and fuck you until I knock you up." His pants drop to the floor and you can't help the way you moan as you look at him - his muscled thighs still damp from the shower. He steps forward, dropping his dick. He cages you against the counter, between his hard, muscled Pro Hero arms.

"Kei...we shouldn't." You giggle as he nuzzles into your neck, placing a hot kiss at your pulse point.

"Well I think we should." He whispers, sliding his hands down your sides and scooping at your ass. In one fluid movement he's lifted you onto the countertop, biceps flexing a bit with the effort of it. You forget how strong he is sometimes. It makes you swoon a bit.

A moment later, he's pulled your shorts off. They lay abandoned on the ground alongside your inhibitions. Keigo bends down and brings his mouth close to your pussy. He lets out a hot breath, smiling up at you as you feel your desire pulse and throb.

"What do ya say, birdie? Make me a daddy?"

[rabbidbunwy]

🔞Hawks x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

You handle Keigo as he's on breeding season

Contents: Hawks x Anon! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-many rounds-moaning-breeding-smut-cumming-cute-fluff-aftercare-teasing-cuddle-whines-teasing-lots n' lots of cuddles towards the end-cheesy

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: i feel back again in my BNHA phase ahhhhhh (」°ﾛ°)｣

i love my bird man (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ ) 💕

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

“God damn…” Keigo says, his voice coming out as a low groan as he buries his face into your neck. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. His wings are wrapped around the both of you in a protective layer of feathers, making it feel as if you’re in your own personal bubble. His hand slowly moves …until it’s right on your stomach, his fingers gently tracing the skin. “You still okay, sunshine?” The winged hero asks, sounding slightly breathless.

You nodded feeling stuffed "I'm…okay..just full" “Yeah you’re very full” he jokes, giving your stomach a soft pat. He doesn’t bother to move, and instead just keeps you cuddled up in his chest. Wings still wrapped around the two of you, keeping you both nice and safe.

“Still feel a little overstimulated?” Keigo jokingly asks, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

“Keigo…” you whined, feeling your face burn. “Not so loud-“ He was pretty loud. Too loud. His voice echoed in the bedroom pretty loudly, your neighbors could probably hear him if they were trying.

“I’m supposed to be the one on top…“ you tried to complain. You hadn’t meant for the night to end like this. Not when he was so needy…

“Mmm…I know. But I’m a needy birdie right now.” He said with a pout. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, holding you down on his lap. “I’m in my breeding season, babe. You know how I get.”

“You weren’t supposed to get needy today. You have work tomorrow.” You complained as his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you against his chest.He whined, burying his face into your neck.Your cheeks were burning. “You already came four times…I’m tired.” The night had gotten long, and you were exhausted. Keigo wasn’t tired though - he was energized.

“We have time for one more round, come onnn.” He whined, pouting once again. He began trying to kiss your neck, nibbling at your skin. “It’ll be quick, I promise.” A complete lie; he never had a quick round.

“Come on baby…just one more.” He repeated, giving your neck another gentle bite. His arms were around you, holding you in place on his lap. “I swear it’ll be quick, then we can go to sleep…then in the morning I can give you cuddles before I have to leave.”

He was a good multitasker. Trying to persuade you for a fifth round while also giving you gentle bites on your neck. “Please, sunshine” he said, using that nickname he always called you. “One more round, then we’ll go to sleep. I won’t try and wake you up.”

“I’m exhausted, birdbrain. We’ve been going at it for hours now, I’m tired.” You protested, a pout on your face. “Four times is enough. No more.”

“Just one moree…” he whined, giving you puppy eyes as his wings wrapped tighter around the two of you. “Pleaseee” he repeated, giving another little bite on your neck. “I promise, one more and we’ll sleep. Then tomorrow morning I’ll give you cuddles before I go to work.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, your cheeks flushed. He was using his puppy dog eyes, the one he knew you couldn’t resist. “Fine…” you said reluctantly in defeat. “Just one more, okay?”

“Yes!” He said excitedly, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Thank you, thank you.” He was like a child that just got candy. He’d been begging you for a while now for this fifth round, but eventually you had caved in.

He quickly went back to nipping your neck, his hands moving around your waist. “You’re the best” he mumbled, beginning to kiss down your jawline. “You’re so tired and yet you still agreed.”

“You’re a big baby, you know that?” You said with a fond eye roll. “Such a needy birdie all the time.” You reached a hand around to ruffle his hair, messing up his blonde locks.

“Says the one who says yes to my needy wants, he teased back, returning to the little bites on your neck. “You’re the one who can’t say no to me when I give you puppy eyes.”

“G-God… you always know how to get what you want” you complained, your body tensing slightly as his pace began to quicken. “And I always give in…”

He gives a chuckle, his hands running up your torso to your chest. “You love it when I’m needy, though” he says, nipping your earlobe. “And I love when you give in” he added with a cocky sort of grin.

You moaned again as you felt closer "Keigo...amhn" “God…I love the sounds you make, sunshine” he says a playful smirk. “They’re my favorite…right next to you saying my name” his pace quickens once more, his breath becoming more labored.

“Say my name” he demanded, leaving another bite mark on your neck. He was beginning to feel his own high approaching; that familiar feeling in his lower belly that signaled his climax.

“Come on, darling” he said, his voice a bit breathless. “Say my name. I want to hear you say it.” His hands had moved back to your hips, holding you in place as he continued his pace. “Come on, sunshine.”

“Keigo..” you gasped out, feeling a heat begin to build in your stomach. “God…Keigo-” you repeated, your voice trailing off into a moan as he hit a certain spot. Something in him seemed to snap when you groaned his name. He suddenly let out a low groan himself, his hands tightening in their grip on your hips. “Again” he ordered, his breath coming out in short gasps. “Say it again. More.” You did as asked, letting his name pass through your lips again and again as his pace quickened behind you. “K-Keigo..” You repeated, beginning to reach your climax. “God…I’m so close…”

He groaned again, his wings shaking slightly in response. “M-Me too….g-god, me too” he moaned, letting out a low whine. “I’m close….say my name more, darling. I want to hear it more.”

“Keigo-“ You kept repeating his name over and over, feeling your climax approaching. “I’m gonna cum...I’m gonna-” You cut yourself off with another loud moan, unable to finish the rest of your sentence. “M-Me too-” he gasped, his arms pulling you against his chest in a tight embrace. “M-Me too, sunshine..” He groaned out. “Come with me, darling.” He managed to get out.

You let out a gasp as your climax washes over you, your body tensing against the winged hero. “K-Keigo..” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you rode out your high. You could feel him twitch behind you as he continued to hold you against his chest, his wings wrapping a bit tighter around the two of you as he came.

He pressed another kiss to your neck, holding you tightly against his chest as he came down from his high. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, his wings shaking slightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He kept you pressed up against him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and one of his legs hooked over yours to keep you stuck.

“God..” he said with a breathy chuckle, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “That was a damn good one, sunshine.” He began placing soft kisses on your skin, planting them down your neck.

His wings were fully puffed up again, feathers all loose and messy again as a result of your caresses. He loved being touched on the wings whenever he was like this; being an avian with wings gave him a special kind of sensitivity to touch when it came to his wings.

He subconsciously let out a low noise in the back of his throat when you snuggled against his chest, sounding similar to how a bird coos.

Seeing his wings like that filled your heart with a warm feeling. He looked adorable with messy wings like this; like a giant bird with his feathers puffed up.

The noise that came out of his mouth definitely made you smile, and you let a soft laugh. “You really do act like a bird, you know that?” You teased fondly, running a hand through his fluffy wings.

He gave a huff at your comment, but it wasn’t in agitation. “Shut up” he grumbled, resting his chin on your head. He leaned into your hand, silently encouraging you to keep your hand in his wing.

You laughed again, beginning to slowly preen his wing feathers. He was like a cat with how he liked his wings being touched after having a good round.

“You like this, don’t you?” You teased, running your fingers down the feathers. “You like being pampered like an overgrown bird.”

He grumbled again in response, his grip around you tightening a bit. He did like it, but he would be damned if he admitted that fact out loud. “And so what if I do?” He mumbled, burying his face further into your hair.

You smirked as you scracthed in beetween the feathers "this?" He let out a soft whine when you scratched between his feathers, his wings shaking a bit. “God damn it…..” he muttered, burying his face in your neck. Of course you’d figured out a weakness already.

“Look at you, looking all pathetic now” you teased, continuing your scratching. “A great and powerful hero, brought down by a little preening.”

He whined again, wings beginning to droop from their upright position. He couldn’t help it; his muscles just went all loose whenever you preened his feathers. “Mmmm…st-stop. It’s embarrassing..” he mumbled, face still buried in your neck. you take a hold of a feather tenderly caressing it,feeling the soft texture of it "i like it" He let out a small gasp when you tugged gently on his feather, his body tensing slightly. “H-Hah…” He muttered, feeling chills go down his spine. Damn you, you found his most sensitive spot.

“D-Damn it…stop it. That’s not fair-“ he whined, his wings twitching once again. “H-How’d you find that so damn quickly….”

“I’m just observant” you teased, gently tugging on another feather. “You make all these cute noises when I touch your feathers, especially here.” You reached up to scratch between his feathers once again, hearing the whine he made in response.

This was absolutely not fair. You had managed to find yet another weak spot of his already, and he hated how good it felt.

“Mmmm…” he whined, wings shivering once again. “God…stop it..”

“Why would I stop though?” You ask with a smirk, tugging on another feather. “It’s so much fun to get those cute noises out of you, birdboy.”

He pouted at the comment, letting out a huff. He knew he looked absolutely pathetic right now, but he didn’t care. Being pampered by you made too many happy chemicals go through his brain.

“You’re evil, you know that?” He grumbled, wings trembling once more.

“You enjoy it though.” You mused, scratching softly between his feathers once again. Damn he loved that feeling. “And you’re not even trying to stop me, so clearly it isn’t all that bad.”

He grumbled once again, knowing that you were right. He could totally stop you from doing this if he really wanted to.

But he really didn’t want to, because it felt way too damn good.

He kept his face buried in your neck, wings trembling and twitching with every scratch. “Stop being so goddamn observant..” he muttered.

“No can do, birdbrain.” You teased, continuing with your scratching. You loved having this effect on him; seeing him act so pathetic and needy. “You’re just so easy to read.”

He let out a little whine, wings shuddering once again. God, you were going to wreck him at this rate.

“I hate you…” he mumbled into your neck. “You’re absolutely horrible and mean.”

“And yet you love me anyways.” You said with a smirk, tugging on another feather. You couldn’t deny it; this was a guilty pleasure of yours. Seeing him act like this, so needy and messy from just a little feather preening.

He let out a whine again in response, a shiver going down his spine. Damn you really were going to wreck him, you weren’t holding back in the slightest.

“God…you’re killing me here..” he whimpered, wings trembling from all the stimulation.

“Oh I’m fully aware” you teased, scratching softly between his feathers once more. “And I’m enjoying it too, because you’re my big tough birdie, but you crumble like paper in my hands when I just give you a little pampering.”

He let out a noise that was a mix of a whine and a moan, his wings shaking from all the stimulation. God, he was so weak to your caresses.

“Mmmn..god…why are you so damn good at this..” he mumbled, wings shivering under your touch.

“I’m observant, remember?” You said with a little chuckle, tugging once again on his sensitive feathers. “I notice you shiver every time I touch your wings like this, and the noises you make. They’re kind of adorable if you ask me.”

He let out a small whine as you tugged on his feathers again, wings trembling yet again. Damn, he really couldn’t handle it when you touched him here. His normally cocky and confident demeanor completely unraveled when you touched his wings like this.

“Mnn…s-stop calling me adorable..” he mumbled in response, face still buried in your neck.

“Why should I?” You teased, scratching between the feathers once more. “You do act adorable though; shivering and whining whenever I touch your wings…it’s cute, but I’m also enjoying how easily I can make the number two hero fall apart just by touching his wings.”

He let out another little whine, wings shaking again as you continued your ministrations. God, you could be so cruel when you wanted to be.

“God damn itttt…” he whined. “Stop making me sound so pathetic..”

You snuggle on his neck hinaling his scent "you're my birdie,my birdbrain" you cooed

He couldn’t stop himself from shivering slightly when you snuggled against his neck, letting out a little chirp and whining again. Damn, he hated (but loved) how easily you could get him to act all needy and whiny like this.

“Hnn…say that again..” he said quietly, burying his face in your hair once more.

“Mmm..” you hummed, nuzzling against his neck. “You’re my birdie, my cute little birdbrain.” You repeated, a smile tugging at your lips.

It was kind of adorable seeing him like this, all whiney and needy after you preened his feathers. Like a little puppy all riled up after their belly was scratched.

He let out another small whine, wings shuddering from your affectionate words and all the preening you had done. The way you called him your birdie did things to his heart, and it made his chest feel all fuzzy.

God, when you said stuff like that it made his heart do backflips.

You kept nuzzling against his neck softly, repeating the same affectionate nick names for him over and over again. He was just too cute right now, all whiney and clingy after you gave him just a tad bit of caressing.

“My birdie..my birdbrain” you repeated, continuing to nuzzle against his skin.

You felt relaxed as you snuggled and cuddle him,before you pepper kiss his cheek.

He let out another small chirp in response when you pepper kissed his cheek, nuzzling against you once more. Feeling you snuggle against him and cuddle against his side made his heart thump against his chest. Goddamn you were so affectionate.

He hummed in content, wings relaxing against his back as you gave him kisses.

You continued to press kisses on his skin, enjoying the flustered but happy expression on his face. Seeing him all flustered and whiny like this because of a few compliments and some caresses was adorable.

You nuzzled against his neck once again, resting your head against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, pulling you closer into him. He couldn’t help being clingy, especially like this. Being able to hold you in his arms like this after a good round of….“activities”, along with all the preening, left him feeling all clingy and touchy.

His heartbeat was steady against your ear, a thumping and calming sound.

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[suksatoru]

here with me ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ keigo x you

keigo's real laugh is nothing, if not music.

there's a front keigo uses when it comes to other people—a barrier he wasn't even aware existed. his faux laugh was easygoing. it was short, and it was charming. he used it whenever he was talking to the higher ups or his colleagues. hell, he used it when he spoke to anyone. he's never been able to share the intimacy of a real laugh with another person before.

secretly, he was envious of those strangers he'd hear every once in a while. whether it was on patrol, or if he was just strolling into a coffee shop—ordinary citizens, people, humans, we're always laughing around him.

it could be huffs of air, odd squeaks or giggles—people with heaving chests, people chuckling, people snorting, people wheezing—but keigo knew a real laugh when he heard one.

which was odd, because he hadn't heard his own real laugh until you.

you're tucked into keigo's side, half awake and half asleep as you stumble forward. your eyes are barely open—and you're so drunk that keigo can already imagine the headache his poor baby is going to have tomorrow morning

"c'mon songbird, up up up."

he takes off your clothes and makeup, changing you quickly into your nightgown as you talk. you babble on about anything and everything that comes to your mind as he works—keigo kneels in front of you, smiling softly as he slowly unravels your dress and takes off your silvery shiny heels—he pulls on your nightdress, and grabs your favorite fluffy socks before tugging them up and over your feet

"kei baby," you whisper, and he glances up at you as he finishes taking off the last bit of your jewelery. he places your earrings into the little gold box you have on his desk as his warm hands wrap around your waist. he hums quietly as you suddenly place your palms flat on his chest, shoving him

he falls onto the bed with a soft oof! before sending you a confused smile

"shh...let me think, kei."

keigo folds his legs, amusement shining bright in his eyes as he watches you. your hair falls from its updo in wisps, framing your face as you stand in deep thought near the edge of your shared bed—hand on your jaw as you tilt your head

your smirk forms slowly. it's small, sly, silly and so drunk as you suddenly kneel onto the bed. you crawl towards keigo and fasten your knees on both sides of his hips—straddling him as he blinks up in surprise, not expecting your warm mouth to begin trailing kisses up his neck

sexy, is all keigo can think as a soft sigh escapes his lips. he's just about to kiss you back—when suddenly, you speak up.

"are you my appendix? because i have this funny feeling riiiight here that makes me feel like i should take you out." you whisper seductively, gliding his palm towards your tummy and under your nightgown

keigo blinks once. twice. before he stutters with his response. he tries to form even just one word—but he can't. and suddenly, he's falling apart—he's laughing so hard that he can't fucking breathe.

you blink in response, tilting your head adorably in confusion. you thought that was a good pick up line! but keigo's face is flushed for an entirely different reason other than being flustered, and his lips are stretched into a toothy grin. you're concerned for the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he's suddenly wheezing, and god, his eyes are shining with tears.

"oh-oh baby, i fucking love you."

you're slapping his arm, whining and pouting about how he ruined the moment. but your tone—your very serious face while uttering the absolute worst pick up line keigo has ever heard has him struggling to breathe in his fits of laughter

but you can't even try to be mad. because keigo's eyes are crinkling with genuine joy, and his hands are pressing you to his chest, and this laugh is so authentic—it bubbles all the way from his belly, so heartfelt and silly that you can't help but giggle along with him

"it was good, right? are you feeling—heh, turned on?"

keigo's smile is breathtaking. no wonder he's on so many magazine covers every month. finally—he leans forward, pressing his warm mouth against yours in a soft kiss as he cradles your face with both of his palms

"yeah, baby. never felt more hot and bothered... you know, 'm gonna marry you one day." he murmurs against your lips as you squirm in his lap

"nuh uh. who said i'll say yes?"

he laughs again. it's softer this time, and he maneuvers you carefully back into bed. you look like an angry kitten when you glare at him, but he only grins in response as he tucks you in—tugging the soft comforter up and over your body before getting into bed himself. he pulls you on top of him, gliding his hand up the back of your thigh all the way up until he's at the base of your spine

"you make me very happy, ya'know that songbird?"

you hum in reply, eyes already drooping close as your hold on keigo tightens just the slightest bit. his wings naturally fold to wrap around you—cocooning you in his hold.

he can see you're too tired to respond, your eyes are already slipping close when he presses a kiss onto your forehead

he admires you quietly, thanking the cosmos for allowing him to have this one good thing in life. you're drooling all over his shirt, and keigo wouldn't ever wish to have someone else laying beside him at night.

[majoryeager104]

Clingy Keigo, who, as soon as he’s returned from patrol, is already trying to get himself all wrapped up in your arms. He can’t help it, he’s missed you all day, and he was so sore and tired from flying all around town being the coolest hero, now give your super cool boyfriend some cuddles.

Clingy Keigo, who was smiling and giggling like an idiot the moment you finally wrapped your arms around him. He unfolded his wings and rolled over with you in his arms, wrapping you up in his wings in return while he buried his face in your neck, kissing your collarbone and rambling about how pretty and amazing you are. Just let him work through it, he’ll figure out he’s just tired eventually.

Clingy Keigo, your super cool boyfriend who was asleep and drooling on your shirt within minutes after he swore he wouldn’t sleep until he spent some quality time with you. One small issue; you were now tangled up in his limbs and stuck between his wings, meaning his attempts to trap you had been a success.

Clingy Keigo, who muttered in his sleep as he held you tighter, his wings twitching as he dreamed. Don’t you dare move though, because he’ll mumble just a little louder, and squeeze you a little tighter, letting out a little “nooo…” before he fluttered his wings a little around you. Yep. Trapped.

Clingy Keigo, who woke up sometime later, but pretended to be asleep just so you wouldn’t try to leave. No, he just lay there quietly, listening to your heartbeat as you stroked his hair with a content smile on his face.

[mackenziebrooks]

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 can’t help but worry about you when he’s gone. He sighs as he kisses your head before going to the window. As he flies off, he hopes it won’t 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.

[gnarpmster42069]

MHA MEN DRABBLES

Shouta Aizawa

CW: Masturbation, Praise, Overstimulation

It’d been a long few weeks for you. Shouta had was never home with you anymore. He was always either rounding up Class 1A or out on his nightly patrols. He was never in bed with you anymore. And while you respected and admired his dedication to each profession, you couldn’t help but miss him sometimes.

You missed the mornings where you’d wake up with his arms wrapped around you, the moments where you two would nap together, the moments where he’d fuck you into your mattress. In fact, you missed these moments so much that it pent up into your predicament now.

You lay in bed with your head tilted back into the pillows. Sweated beaded across your forehead while your fingers pushed in and out your walls. You’d never been able to get too far like this and you’d never purchased any sex toys because frankly, you had your own personal one in your day to day life. But he wasn’t there right now.

Frustrated whines leave your mouth as you pout your lips out. It’d been an hour since you initially started and you still hadn’t came. It was starting to mess with you. Each time you got close, your body shifted and lost the spot you needed to hit. This time felt different though, your body was feeling hot again. That desire rising in your veins as you continued.

You could feel yourself clamping down quickly. You could finally get rid of this ache..until you moved again.

“Damn it!” You frustratingly huff to yourself. Just when you were about to give up and maybe retire for the night. A familiar voice.

“Need help?” Shouta raises an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. Tired eyes beaming down at you with a hunger you couldn’t quite describe. He was still dressed in his hero outfit.

“How long have you been standing there?!” You finally looked and attempted to cover up. It wasn’t like you were naked. You had his shirt on and some panties but just the thought of him seeing you made your face hot.

“I asked you a question.” Shouta rolled his eyes and remained leaned against the doorframe.

Silence filled the room.

“Yeah..” you muttered out and looked away.

And that’s how you ended up here. It’d been at least 2 hours since he’d come home and tended to you. “Please..” a hand trailed to his chest to feebly push him back. It hadn’t worked. All he did was grab your hand and kiss your palm.

“Look at my pretty girl.” His other hand nuzzling your cheek as if he wasn’t pounding harshly into you. “You can give me one more can’t you?” You couldn’t. There’s no way. your body was spent. Shouta grabs a hold on your hips and holds them down.

“One more.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. It was sloppy and unorganized. Not at all like is usually stoic self. “For me?”

Keigo Takami

CW: Semi-Public, Making out (kinda), getting freaky on the job

This had to be the most inappropriate you’d ever been. Normally, you wouldn’t even think about doing something like this. But it was something about the way he was so passionate in saving people.

You were a detective working closely under Tsukauchi trying to catch the league of villains and Hawks, or who you personally call Keigo, had joined in as well as many other heroes. But you weren’t pinned on an interrogation room table by just any hero were you?

No, it was the number two hero that used one hand to hold your hips to the table. His tongue tangling with yours as a way of muffling your moans. “Tsukauchi will be back quickly.” He pulled away and trailed his kisses down to your jawline. “We’ve gotta make this quick.” While he peppered kisses at your neck, his hands trailed to your inner thigh.

Thankfully, your skirt made it a lot easier to maneuver around. “Keigo..” you mewled out to him attempting to close your legs. Seeing this, he bite at your neck. “Hold still.” His hand rubbed at your clit slowly before picking up the pace. “I wanted to go slowly but, I can already hear him down the hallway.” He started. Keigo pulls your panties to the side and teases your clit.

“Keep quiet, yeah?”

Izuku Midoriya

CW: Fingering, semi-public, you get walked in on but not caught

“Shh we’re gonna get caught..”

Usually, Izuku would have more control, he’s a hero and teacher after all. He’s a model for all of his students and interns to look up to for guidance. So then why, why was Izuku Midoriya currently bending you over his desk right now?

But here he was, his hands smoothly pulling your pencil skirt up to expose your stocking-clad flesh. Rough, scarred, fingertips gliding over the mesh fabric. Pressing his chest against your arched back and gently grinding his straining bulge against your ass, sweet nothings falling from his lips.

With the way he was handling you, you’d almost believe this was a pure, innocent, loving moment. Certainly not Izuku preparing to take you drinking his planning period, a lousy broken lock UA kept forgetting to replace and “keep out” sign stopping anyone from becoming an unwilling voyeur.

He gently grasps your chin, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. His unoccupied hand trailing lower and lower until…

RIIIIIIIIP…

Suddenly, your bottom half feels breezy. The newly-made hole in your stockings allowing a gust of cold air to blow against your soaked slit. A single one of his warm fingers running down the now cool damp patch. A shudder running up your spine as he presses down, seeming to touch everything but your sensitive bud.

He continues like that, his single finger teasing your folds over your underwear. Pressing them against your lips, the thin garment doing nothing to hide the shape of them. Then finally he swipes the pad of his finger against your clit, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. He chuckles at this, watching you try to hold whimpers and small moans from escaping your lips; lest you get caught by a passerby.

He continues to rub you through your underwear, a second finger joining the original, rubbing with more urgency. As you approach your peak you start to get louder, your moans more desperate and whiney. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge Izuku stops, pulling your skirt down over your ripped and soaked stockings. A minute after a student of his steps into the classroom, a concerned look on his face, he asks about strange noises; wondering if someone was hurt.

Izuku’s face is calm as he reassures the student that it was “just training down the hall” all the while rubbing a hand over your hip, smoothing out a bump under your skirt from the rip he caused.

What an asshole.

Neito Monoma

CW: Hate fucking, mention of reader having breast, dom reader (kinda), monoma cums inside

Neito Monoma has no idea how he ended up like this, under you, a former class 1A student. Someone he has aspired to beat for years, always ranking just above him on the hero charts. A mocking reminder that he’s always that far behind you.

But now he can’t bring himself to hate it, he can’t make himself spew some elementary insult. No, not when you look like this. Your hips straddling his own, eyes boring down into his, mouth pulled into a tight angry smile, and hero costume slowly falling down your shoulders. Just barely exposing the swell of your breast.

Just as he was about to get lost in his thoughts again your hips moved, rubbing yourself against his pathetically achy bulge, a whine sounding from his shaking lips. “I thought I told you to pay attention,” your voice is harsh as you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “you can’t even do that. Should I just leave you like this?”

Instantly his eyes widened, unconsciously shaking his head no. “W-wait!- wait… you don’t need to leave..” his voice pleading as he searches your face for any sign of pleasing you. “Seriously? Everytime I see you, you act like you’re oh so much better than me? When in reality this is all it takes to break you down? Pathetic.” To punctuate your statement, you roughly roll your hips. Taking satisfaction in the moan that follows.

And so you continued like that, rolling your hips against his, his whimpers and moans music to your ears. His hands shakily holding onto your hips, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Then, he came with a long drawn out moan, a wet spot instantly forming in his pants. You pull back, a teasing chuckle leaving your mouth as you look at him. Hair messy, face flushed, chest heaving, half hard boner poking against his now wet pants, so much for “better than you”. But, as merciful as you are, you reached your hand down to pull his zipper.

Which is how you ended up like this, gripping his shoulders while he sloppily fucks up into you. His mouth hanging open, babbling slurred pleas and praises, a mix of “thank you”s and “you’re so good” filling your ears. Biting your lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of making you moan despite how perfectly he was filling you up.

“Fuck…keep going..” you groan, your voice coming out more needy than you had intended. Your body betraying you as you grip him tightly, back arching deviously. He wraps his arms around your waist for better leverage, thrusting harder. In response your head falls back, small moans leaving your mouth. “S-still fuckin’ hate you..” he chuckles and speeds up in response, voice not anymore collected tha yours. “Yeah.. I k-know..”

You feel like you’re going insane, brain and body at odds with each other. Almost like your denying the fact that someone you hate so much is making you feel so good. And maybe it’s the taboo in your mind or the increase in speed and power of his thrust, but you fall over the edge. A moan filling the air around you as you cum, clinching tightly around him. His hips sputtering and speeding up as he cries out and fills you up, both of you panting in the aftermath.

So there you lay, a puddle of sweaty limbs and bodily fluids. You find yourself drifting into sleep as you rest your head on his chest, steady heartbeat drowning out your thoughts. The last thing on your mind as you close your eyes being that maybe Monoma isn’t that bad.

Hanta Sero

cw/disclaimer: 18+, car sex, thigh riding, fwb

You sit in the passengers seat of Sero’s car in silence after dropping your friends off, letting them leave with the belief that he’s driving you home and going about his day. That couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“Where?” he glances at you quickly before looking back at the road.

You search the neighborhood before your eyes land on an alleyway. you point, “There.”

He pulls into the alleyway; no people and no distractions. Finally.

As soon as he parks the car, you reach over the armrest and place your hands on his chest as you kiss him. Matching your energy, Sero moves his hands to your lower back, letting them travel up your shirt. His fingertips send shivers down your spine, only contributing more to your horniness. 

He pulls away for a second to catch his breath, “Backseat?” 

You nod eagerly, letting him travel back first before following after him. Gratefully, there’s enough room in the back of his truck to move in such a way. 

Sero leans against the car door, pulling you onto his lap seductively. Continuing what you started before, you lift his shirt up over his head. He kisses you again leaving red marks as he slowly travels from your lips to your neck. 

Lustful compliments leave his mouth when you squirm within his touch, becoming more desperate as his hands reach lower down your body. He props you up to easily slide your shorts off, exposing your underwear. 

The look in your eyes was intense, almost hungry. It was something about fucking your best friend that made everything much more arousing. Being impatient, you climb onto his thigh, not wasting any time before grinding against him. Sero assists you by pushing his knee up into your clit, motivated by your whines and heavy breaths.

You lower your hand to his waist which prompts him to take his pants off for you. 

“You want it?” he whispers, aligning himself with you. 

Heat rises to your face from his teasing, and instead of responding, you pull your panties to the side and slowly sit down on him. A pleasured groan escapes from Sero as he slides inside of you and guides your hips back and forth with his hands. You wrap your arms around his neck and let your forehead rest on his. 

You struggle to keep your composure when the boy under you starts to mumble your name, begging you to go faster and admiring the way you tighten around him. You bring your hand in between your legs to rub yourself as you ride him, which enhances your arousal. Noticing this, he fucks into you, leaving kisses on your skin again.

Your stomach tightens as you embrace your much-waited release, Sero following suit shortly after. Heavy, unsteady breathing fills up the space, and your mind clears as you come down from the high of your climax. You relax into his arms, satisfied with the advantages you have being Hanta’s favorite friend.

Tenya Iida

cw/disclaimer: college, orgasm denial, blowjob.

Tenya Iida has the annoying tendency to always engage in competition during class discussions, going back and forth with you before the professor interrupts. Not to mention you both are at the top of your class. The last place you thought you’d be is in his dorm room, let alone on your knees in front of him.

He looks down at you through dark strands of hair as you frantically attempt to unbuckle his belt.

“Do you need help?” he chuckles lightly, taking amusement in your struggle. 

You finally loosen his pants. “Don’t remind me that you’re you, Tenya.” you say, glaring at him.

Once his pants rest at his ankles, your heartbeat starts to pick up as you lower the tight waistband of his underwear. Your breath catches, surprised that he’s slightly bigger than you imagined he’d be. 

Iida shudders when you take him into your mouth, holding onto his nightstand for balance. You bring your lips up to his head focusing there while keeping eye contact with him. He curses under his breath when you take him in again, averting his gaze away from you.

It’s a nice change of pace to see Tenya be put in his place for once. With your newfound confidence, you start to go faster.  Your right hand assists you as you coax moans to leave his lips. He lets his hand rest on your head, moving a few strands of hair from out of your face. 

“Slower, I’m close..” he mutters, grabbing a handful of your hair. 

Not heeding his warning, you let your tongue engulf him as you go faster than you did before. You watch as his breathing becomes more erratic, throwing his head back at the ceiling. A sense of excitement rushes through you when he gets closer and closer to the point of climax, pulling away before he can do so.

Iida exhales desperately, “Why did you- ?”

You interrupt him with a soft, lingering kiss. “I still have classes to get to, remember?” You tease, pulling up his underwear and pants for him. He wouldn’t get what he wanted out of you, not right now.

You pick up your tote bag from off of the floor and exit his room, fixing your shirt as you walk down the dorm hallway. You smile to yourself, knowing you’d be back later.