#takami flock

[takami-flock]

Oops just remembered to post this here XD

[takami-flock]

They have my heart

Hi everyone ! So, my first post is a little sketch of Keigo and his dad from the @sleepwalkersqueen 's fanfiction Fear of You ^^

I hope you enjoy it ! :))

[jackdaniel69nice]

Another tokoyami and hawks hc post-war (so spoilers!) is that tokoyami will often walk or stand behind hawks because he realizes how jumpy hawks is and figures out it’s because he feels vulnerable without his wings. So he is quite literally watching his back XD

[cuspidgoddess]

❤️keigo

Keigo’s absolute favorite memories are of the time he spent with de-aged Fumikage. He was stressed to the max over lying to the Commission, but it was the first vacation he’s ever taken and he got to spend it with the littlest bird trailing after him in his apartment that suddenly didn’t feel so empty.

He took hundreds of photos on his burner and stored them on a memory stick that he hid away. He never ever wanted the HPSC or anyone else to know about His chick, didn’t want them to taint them. So until he fully left the Commission he would move the memory stick somewhere new (under floorboards in the abandoned buildings he’d meet Dabi in, behind loose bricks in alleys, etc). He keeps those memories a secret for years, doesn’t even tell Touya or Tomura about them for a long time.

Thanks for playing love!

[lady-delamort]

“I need you guys to understand that I’m this upset because I love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you".

-Fragment of The Easy Way.

When I read that scene, the image couldn't get out of my head, I knew I had to do something for these guys whose adventures have given me so many emotions!! And about the writing of the dear @stardustandstoriesandstratagems ✨✨✨💖 I was really looking forward to finishing this for Father's Day, but a lot happened… hehehe… Anyway here it is!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, DEAR!! 💖💖💖💖

Hawks and his cute little chickens that bring disaster wherever they go XDD ❄️🦅

This time, no charming eyes of theirs will avoid their punishment XDDD They will have to talk seriously with their snow hen mom XDD❄️🦅✨💖

I highly recommend reading!! I'm sure you will enjoy it a lot!!✨

[takami-flock]

I have few to add myself ^^

Now that I've spammed the tl, feel like I need to cleanse it,

BOOM cleansed. (Im so sorry)

Also, I made those fun heart memes with @takami-flock (previously @ lawyer-of-shinyo-takami) pls follow her if you had done previously <3

She taught me how to radical blur 🤩

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT IM DONE POSTING NOW 😅

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

summary: a siren attack is already unfortunate, but it's worse if it also reveals some truths about your insufferable crew mate

pairing: pirate! hawks x gn! pirate! reader

warnings: just a silly drabble to get back into writing and exorcise some of my hawks brainrot; a little suggestive at the end

general masterlist || bnha masterlist

Getting stuck on the same ship as Takami Keigo was one of life’s most torturous challenges. At least for you. He was obnoxiously arrogant and, much to your chagrin, people flocked to him like seagulls to a forgotten loaf of bread. 

Sure, your fellow pirate was quite easy on the eyes and rather charming when he wanted to be;  a truth you would only ever admit in the comfort of your own head, lest you inflate his ego even further. Instead, you rather grumbled to yourself, cursing his name for getting to sit pretty in the crow’s nest while you sat on deck and mended a torn net.

“Having fun down there?” If the devil ever spoke to you, you were sure he would mimic the grating lilt of Keigo’s melodic voice. “You know, I’m pretty sure a whale could swim through the holes you’re leaving.”

He was your crew mate, he was an essential part of the expedition, you couldn’t just shoot him down. 

“At least one of us is doing their job,” you deadpanned, not even giving him the satisfaction to look up. “You know, I think an island could sneak up on us with how distracted you are.”

“Oh you think you’re distracting me?” Even with your eyes trained on the cords in your hands, you could picture the cocky tilt of his head, a dashing grin playing around his lips. “Is that the kind of effect you want to have on me?”

“You’re the one who’s always coming up to bother me, so if anything you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.” If this conversation went on for any longer, your medic would have to patch up a popped vein on your part.

“Ah there is that wishful thinking again,” he laughed and this time you glared up at his silhouette standing out against the blinding sun. As always, he wore loose beige pants and the top buttons of his black shirt were undone, showing more of his toned chest than you needed to see. His black boots were propped up against the nest’s railing and the crimson head scarf fluttering in the breeze matched the earring dangling from his left lobe.

Just as you were about to retort, another shadow against the sun caught your attention. Drawing your pistol, you undid the safety, alerting the rest of the crew that there was something coming.

But before you could see what exactly was approaching, you suddenly lost your balance as the ship developed a heavy list. Grabbing onto the mast of the crow’s nest, you managed to steady yourself, yet the impact knocked the revolver from your grip. As you looked up, the first thing you saw was the massive cliffs your ship was heading towards, sharp rocks littering the waters, waiting to demolish its wooden bottom. 

Then your eyes locked on to the crew’s navigator, whose head lulled from one side to the other as he firmly steered you towards your demise. Next to him, holding his attention, was a beautiful woman sweetly tracing a finger along his jaw as she sang to him. As a feather drifted past your eyes, it suddenly hit you what -or who- exactly you were dealing with.

“Cover your ears!” You shouted to no one in particular as you scrambled for the wax you had stuffed into your pocket. With your hearing muffled, your own heartbeat raced in your ears as you dove for your pistol and breathlessly aimed for the siren attached to your navigator, who by now was half way towards the ship’s railing, his feet dragging underneath him as the woman lured him further towards the water.

You weren’t sure if your bullet was enough to actually kill the siren but upon impact it dissolved into a burst of feathers and released its hold on your crew mate, who dazedly blinked as he tried to regain his senses.

The next few minutes were a blur of talons, feathers and pulling your crew back from the ship’s edge, even tying some of them to the masts to make sure they wouldn’t try to kill themselves again.

Soon enough, however, you were out of bullets and you reluctantly drew the dagger previously secured to your thigh, scanning the area for more sirens when someone tapped your shoulder. Whirling around you slashed your dagger in an arc around you, only to find Keigo standing in front of you, holding up his hands innocently. There was an easy going smile on his face as he said something you couldn’t understand, so you removed one of the wax beads restricting your hearing.

And that was your mistake.

Only a few heartbeats after his velvety voice reached your ears, your dagger clattered onto the deck as Keigo reached out to unplug your other ear as well, his fingers grazing your cheek with nails much sharper than you expected. You wondered if his lips would be as plush as you imagined them to be or if his hair would be as soft as it looked when you buried your fingers in it.

His amber eyes were trained entirely on you as he gave you a coy gaze, inviting you to take another step towards him, to find out for yourself, to sate your curiosity. Likewise, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him either as your feet followed his graceful movements, the light reflecting of his golden hair like a halo, the crimson wings on his back completing his angelic appearance—

Then, Keigo dissolved into a burst of those same scarlet feathers as two sharp swords sliced through his torso. For a moment, you thought you had imagined it when the same face came back into view again.

With full force, the noise of the ship reached you again and you staggered backwards at the sudden onslaught of stimuli. Around you, the crew was running around, untying people and frantically steering the ship back onto the right course as you raced to regain your bearings, disoriented by the orders being bellowed around you.

“That should be the last of them,” Keigo ripped you from your daze, his voice clearer as the sea as he sheathed his swords again. “Nasty creatures, those sirens. Though I guess this one was a handsome fellow, considering you were dazedly mumbling my name on your way overboard.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line when your brain caught up to your current situation. Perhaps the siren had been taken care off, yet you were still tempted to throw yourself head first over the railing. Justifiably so, you thought when your eyes darted to the man’s face long enough to confirm the self-satisfied expression he was wearing.

“I am quite flattered really,” he mused, one hand reaching out to tilt your face up so you’d meet his eyes as he stepped closer to you. For a split-second, the thought that it was still a siren in front of you crossed your mind. “To think that a siren would choose to wear my face in an effort to seduce you… now isn’t that quite the compliment?”

“Just… shut up and let me die in peace, would you?” You rolled your eyes, ready to retreat into your little cabin and try to grapple with your near-death experience, this confrontation included. If only the rocky spikes had ripped open the bottom of the ship, you could sink to the sea floor in quiet solitude.

“No no no, why would you do that when you can stay right here with me? C’mon just see it as my reward for saving your precious life, treasure.” He sent you a cheeky wink, drawing your attention to the sharp slant of his eyes and your heart, the treacherous thing, skipped a beat. 

“Is your idea of a reward torturing me further? Or what could you possibly get out of this?” Your shoulders sacked with your sigh, resigning to your defeat. 

“What I’m getting out of this? It’s quite obvious isn’t it?” Slinging an arm around your hanging shoulders, Keigo pulled you flush to his side. Warmth and the scent of salt mixed with something woodsy radiated off of him and you could admit this wasn’t the worst position to be in. “Believe it or not, I do enjoy your company.”

“That is hard to believe, you’re right.” You cocked your head in suspicion. “Normally you do everything to get under my skin, so what changed?”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is,” Keigo’s melodic timbre lilted before transitioning into his typical pearly laughter. Then, as if sharing a secret, he leant down so his lips were dangerously close to your ear, his voice dropping low. “You know, you weren’t the only one visited by a siren. As tempting as that version of you looked, I must say I prefer the real deal.

“Do you think I could get you to sing for me as well?”

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[takami-takami]

Like a Candle at Both Ends.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you know better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow a pang of resentment at the sight. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the relief is just that. Momentary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh? You tuck that little tidbit away.

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

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

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

But you don't stop.

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

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

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

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

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

But tonight, you don't stop. 

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

After all, it is his—

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah? How does it feel, sweetheart?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Already?" Your face scrunches with disbelief.

"Uh huh," he nods furiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy birthday, baby."

[kinkandkreep]

One of my favorite flavors of Yandere is that mental switch that happens when initially, the Yandere in question is nonchalant about any potential feelings anyone may have for them, and they, whether displayed or not, have a haughty little 'humph' about themselves that signals they believe they're all that, but then you come along and care very little about their status or looks or what have you. 

Now, don't mistake, they don't fall for you simply because you're the opposite of vain and are decidedly not preoccupied with their outward appearance, they become obsessed with you because they can't comprehend that you don't actually care about them. 

What do you mean you don't care? Have you not seen him? He's good looking, he's suave, he's charismatic and there's nothing funny about his money either. 

He's got women and men flocking to his side, all vying for his attention and assets. 

He's never had any trouble getting what he desires and he's never devoted any time to things he's deemed beneath him. 

So why? 

Why does little ole you occupy so much of his mental? 

You're not anyone particularly special, hell he doesn't even think he likes you.

And oftentimes, you act like you don't even know that he exists. 

This...infuriates him. 

But, on the flip side, it also inexplicably turns him on. 

He didn't mention it before, but he's also always been fond of a good challenge, and he despises losing. 

Not that he's ever lost. 

And it seems you might just prove to be his biggest challenge yet.

                    ・。.・゜✭・.・✫    

~Gojo, Eren, Mikey, Izana, Kisaki, Neuvillette, Daisuke, Bakugou, Hawks (Keigo Takami)

[wentasch]

ALRIGHT.

Have some father daughter moments with Junto and my OC Tsumi.

Junto Takami Harima is a character from @sleepwalkersqueen‘s fanfic „Fear of You“ on Ao3.

Also… please don’t slander my English it’s been too long since I wrote something and @takami-flock did already too much when she proof-read. (love you <3)

Chocolate and life lessons

„Tsumi. Come here.“ ordered a voice Tsumi had known since she could first hear. It made her ears nearly immediately perk up. Her eyes turned away from her skeleton drawing to the source.

Her father was sitting in front of his desk in the same position that she had always seen. Paper stacks as high as ever.

She blinked before quickly getting up to walk up to him. Her head barely peeked over the shiny wood as her eyes noticed something sparkling on top of it.

A second later father pushed a small present towards her making her wings do little flaps. She had to get on her tippy toes to reach the little box. Her eyes were wide with wonder.

Tilting her head made it sparkle which brought a smile to her face when she turned back to her father.

„Thank you, daddy.“

„It is not mine.“ He revealed which made her halt. „Okane sent this to you. Make sure to bow and thank him the next time you see him.“ He explained absently while his eyes whipped over the various papers.

She frowned at him before glancing back at her present.

Okane.

„He was…“ she started while puffing her cheeks trying to remember the face to the name but couldn’t get a real visual in her head.

There were so many new faces on this boat.

Her ears caught her father‘s small sign which made her wings hug her shoulders a bit. „The highrank that was with us when we first tested your quirk.“ he told her as his cloudy eyes finally fell on her.

Widening her eyes she gulped before nodding. Her breath suddenly stuck in her throat while she gripped tighter onto her present.

Now knows who father was talking about. The man with the six dots on his neck. Still remembers his smile that had split his face in half. Oh, and those eyes that bored through her like she had been nothing. However even if he had been scary, his staff with a snake curling around it had looked cool. She would have loved to touch it.

Quietly avoided her father’s gaze when more fuzzy memories of the day came back to her mind though.

Father‘s warm hand pressing her on his shoulder. This metallic scent. The loud screams.

Quickly, rubs over her eyes and tries to push those thoughts back before noticing the small rips from her talons in the gift.

Without another thought, she ripped it open. Her eyes widened at the most decorated chocolates she had ever seen as her feathers trembled at their sight.

Their nice decorations nearly made her not want to eat them. Her mouth watered at the smell. Only nearly.

„Show me.“ Immediately she looked up to her father‘s voice and followed his request a second later. Wings flapped wildly as she climbed onto his lap before he picked her up to sit her down. One of his hands stayed on her back.

„They look so pretty.“ There was warmth all over her as she proudly showed her father the box. Her eyes wide with awe in her next sentence. „The ones at home never looked as pretty as these.“

„Well, they are indeed more special. A highrank gifting you something is very kind of them and doesn’t happen too often. You say, ‘I'm very grateful for your generous gift, Sir.‘ to him, understood? Exactly these words.“ He insisted.

She listened to him carefully before nodding.

„I'm very grateful for your g-gen… gener-“

„Generous.“

„Generous gift, Sir.“ she repeated carefully glancing up at her father for his approval.

However, his gaze was already back on those papers. The only answer she got was father’s soft hum as he absently went through her wings to brush away the dust.

The corners of her mouth pushed up as she turned her focus back to her present. Finding herself in a bit of a struggle to open the box which ended with one chocolate flying onto the papers as she ripped it open.

„Tsumi..!“

Her whole body froze from the harsh tone behind her before she made herself smaller. Her head hid between her shoulders.

„Sorry.“ She mumbled quietly.

The silence grew between them weighing her down as she could sense how father had stopped behind her.

After a moment she felt him snapping out of his state. In a quick motion he laid his pen away to grab the chocolate and hold it towards her.

Hesitantly took the sweet from his hand while she could still feel her wings staying tense behind her. Her ears caught her father’s soft sign as he picked the pen back up. His other hand moved through her feathers again trying to relax them with only some success.

Her father started to explain. „There are different flavors. Strawberry. Vanilla.“ She watched him point at them with his pen before writing another signature, slowly but steadily making her body relax again. „The one in your hand should be coffee…“ he told her.

„Ew.“ She scrunched her nose at it. Without a second thought she turned towards father and shoved it into his mouth. „You eat it, daddy.“

Father leaned away from it while baring his fangs at her and growling softly to make her pull away again.

„It’s not my gift.“ He spoke decisively.

She tilted her head before asking, „But what do I do with it?“

„You have to eat it. It wouldn’t be nice to not eat it.“

„But it's yucky…“ She pouted.

„Everything somebody gives to you is good. Especially if it's from a higher rank.“

She kicked her feet a little. „I don’t wanna…“

„Tsumi.“

A deep frown formed on her face from it. This tone again. Was she irritating him?

She never liked hearing him like that. Always remembered running after too fast footsteps and closing doors when father sounded like that. Quickly, blinked when she felt pressure form in her eyes.

With a frown, she glanced back at the chocolate while still feeling her father‘s warm hand on her wing. She took the coffee-flavored one in her mouth and grumbled because of the taste that was anything close to delicious. Still, gulped it down a second later.

„So it’s good?“, her father asked expectantly.

Her tongue was licking over her fangs trying to get rid of the taste and she really wanted to shake her head but instead, she nodded. „Yes.“

„That's my girl.“ Father praised her warmly which made her wings fluff up as she could hear father’s smile in his words.

After a second she noticed him laying his pen down again to give her another chocolate. Immediately opened her mouth for her father to feed her.

Humming satisfied she chewed on a strawberry flavor that made the coffee taste nearly completely vanish from her mouth. Father‘s hand rubbed circles over her back and she just instinctively cuddled closer into his warmth. His smell was so known to her that it relaxed her body in mere seconds.

Not a second later she felt him hold her closer which made her chirp happily.

„That's how life works, Tsumi. You have to force yourself through something bad to have the good things in it. Nothing just goes your way because of sheer luck. You have to work for it. You remember that, okay?“, he revealed to her.

Without thinking too much about it she just immediately agreed to him because her father had always been right.

„Okay, daddy.“

The next moment she pressed her face in his chest. Her whole world was dark and full of father‘s scent as she kept her talons out of his suit.

She would‘ve eaten hundreds of disgusting chocolates if it meant him staying with her.

Because everything would be fine with him near. She just knew it.

[takami-flock]

First Chapter of my new fanfic “The Fear Within us All” has been published!

It is canon divergence of FoY by @sleepwalkersqueen starring her OC’s, BNHA characters and some of mine as well.

I’m so excited to finally post it, I’ve been working on it forever now! 🥹

[supercanaries]

Guilty as (F)lock

Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Dabi/Hawks Rating: E Word Count: 10,967 Summary:

Hawks should never have had any pack (or should he say flock?) cravings. That’s only natural because Keigo Takami has never experienced family or just belonging to a group of people that he could call that. He’s done some terrible things too, most recently to his friend, a companion of his alpha, so he’s on the right track to being a terrible father – as genetics would suggest as well. He always assumed he would never feel the need for something he couldn’t understand in the slightest. And consciously, he didn’t. So, in his defense, he never even thought he could lock a knot. [Dabi Hawks Week 2024 Day 1]

AO3 Link

[roo-brr]

I keep forgetting to post them on here! (Unintentional Takami-Flock discord server exclusive lmao)

BUT HERE IS WOLF, JUNTO, AND SHINYO !!! AS PICMIX GIFS !!!! Please do look carefully at all the silly texts, especially Shinyos, I think some of them are very fitting 😌😌😌

Juntos picmix is purposely cannibal themed :)

Characters are from: "Fear of You" on Ao3 by @sleepwalkersqueen :>

[claralouvette]

🌸Hawks/ Keigo Takami x Reader: Story Prompts/ Ideas

👉(𝓥𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀!)🌺

🐞  🎀  𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒: Random 🎀  🐞

The ideas that randomly popped in my during my exam reviews. Keigo, honey please stop popping inside my head your distracting me~

Ill write you once everything is over oki? oki.

🌸𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟙:

In a world where the reader possesses a unique quirk that enhances the effectiveness and benefits of tea, she runs a popular tea shop. Customers flock to her establishment to experience the incredible productivity, morning boosts, fertility aid, and beauty improvements provided by her expertly brewed teas. What happens when a certain bird with a sweet tooth became interested on your little shop?

🌸𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟚:

In a bustling world of heroes and agencies, the reader finds herself as a diligent worker at Hawk's agency. Despite her unwavering commitment to her job, there's a lingering sense of loneliness that follows her. Surrounded by female co-workers receiving affectionate bouquets from their significant others, she can't help but feel a tinge of longing. It seems as though she's destined to spend life's special moments without a partner by her side – Valentine's Day passes without flowers, and birthdays arrive without the company of a significant other. What happens if that cycle crumbled down by your boss, who secretly admires you from afar.

🌸𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟛:

Keigo Takami, known to the world as the charismatic hero Hawks, carries a secret burden—a cursed existence that turns him into a magnificent red-tailed hawk when the moon rises. Fearing the consequences of his true identity being exposed, Keigo has kept this extraordinary aspect of himself hidden from everyone, turning the curse into a blessing, knowing that he could fly into the city without being noticed.

One fateful night during a snowstorm, Keigo loses control while flying and crashes into the home of his unsuspecting assistant, (Y/N), who always is silent and serious. Discovering the injured hawk, (Y/N) tends to its wounds with tender care, unknowingly captivating Keigo with their warmth and compassion. Witnessing a side of the reader that he had never seen before - a warm, caring, and compassionate side that contrasts with the public's perception of them as cold and distant. Drawn by an inexplicable connection, Keigo returns each night to (Y/N)'s window in his hawk form.

Hmm I wonder how this one would play out.

[cuteookielove33]

Leaving tumblr

I think it's time for me to leave tumblr after a lot of years on here. I'm very thankful for all the friendships I made on here (you know who you are) but I think I need to make my leave for now.

Thank you to everyone I interracted with throughout the years! And special thanks to you:

@verydreamdreamerbailiff @cream-puffs-stuff @takami-flock @fluffywings13 @ff-robin0203 @kodiakkino @roo-brr

[cuspidgoddess]

3.3: In the Wind