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earthtooz · 2 years

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you've always wanted to know what it was like to fly but ideally not in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for two weeks.

in which you've been avoiding hawks and he figures it out - prohero!y/n x hawks

it was a beautiful day to have a day off.

the weather was perfect: sunny with a hint of breeze. not too warm for it to be uncomfortable but warm enough for a short-sleeved shirt, you didn't run into any unexpected incidents that suddenly required you to perform any hero work, just wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing but unwinding by yourself. the lunch you had was amazing too, you really ought to go back and try out their other dishes, maybe bring a few friends from the agency too.

it’s just a shame that you have to end the day in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for the past two weeks, feeling your feet dangle helplessly in the air as he carries you securely, albeit, uncomfortably.

"never knew hawks kidnapped people off the streets during patrol," you muttered, squinting as to combat the wind that was slightly drying your eyes.

"depends what your meaning of 'random' is because judging by your definition, you mean strangers-" he stops talking when you approach the top of fukuoka tower and the prohero sets you down carefully, although you still stumble.

your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the exhilaration of soaring through the air was slowly seeping out of your bloodstream. although you really couldn't tell if it was flying at the ridiculous height that was freaking you out or if it was just the natural effect hawks seemed to have on you. damn that pretty bastard.

he continues his previous statement "-you and i both know we're not strangers. so what gives? why are you acting like we are all of a sudden?"

you cling on to the hand rails of the tower. heights wasn't much of a challenge but with the man you've been pining over ever since you first met him? you might need a second.

you met hawks when your agency and his had formed an alliance and it just so happened that your assistants assigned your patrol times to align. hawks was the number 2 hero and you were eager to learn how he went about his day-to-day, hoping for some help on how to boost your own rating up whilst learning how he manages an agency at his young age. he entered the prohero industry not too long before you but given your similar ages, he definitely had a headstart so when the opportunity to collaborate together came, you jumped at the chance.

what you hadn't taken into consideration however, was the extent of his charming personality and how easy it was to get along with the wing hero.

patrols were fun, full of laughter and jokes whilst competing in friendly competitions in who could save more civilians and apprehend more villains. sure, you shouldn't be goofing around on the job but nobody had to know.

adding in hawk's good looks, it did not take long for you to fall ass first for him.

your first instinct was to keep about your interactions but eventually the pining got too much that you figured out ways to avoid him where possible. meetings were meetings, but patrol times? your sacred little pockets of moments together? those could be minimised.

you took on late nights, all the way into the early morning unlike the usual afternoon schedule you'd established for the longest time.

and the act worked! for two weeks that is because now you're standing in front of hawks who has swept you off the street and brought him to his favourite place in the city.

this sucked.

he looked perfect in the golden hour too, honey illuminating his skin with a gentle glow that only enhanced how irresistible of a man hawks is.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing gives," you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible, excusing your nervous movements by pretending it was the wind blowing in your eyes uncomfortably.

hawks scoffs, "yeah sure, just like how you're giving me nothing."

you can't resist the pout from creeping on your lips. "is that why you kidnapped me off the street? to ask what's wrong? you could've just stopped me instead of flying off like i'm some worm for you to feed your baby chicks."

"haha, real funny. bird jokes," he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

"you know you like them."

"not as much as i'd like it if you told me what was actually up with you. taking patrols at midnight? seriously? i know you like your sleep."

"personal matters," you lie. although, it wasn't really a lie - it was personal, the way he made you feel was absolutely personal.

"what about today? why didn't you tell me you were off today because we could've hung out and visited that farmer's market i know you like."

you shrug, "thought never occurred to me."

he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "okay, then why wouldn't you tell me your hours were changing? i wouldn't mind picking up some nights," he asks, bottom lip poking out a little as a he furrows his brows.

you put your head in your hand, "no- that would've been, nevermind."

"tell me," he pleads. "it would've been what?"

you hate the way he's looking at you with so much passion and intensity that it wants to make your heart lurch out of your chest and right into his hands. this would be so much easier if he just-

fuck it. "it would have defeated the purpose."

"so you’re avoiding me on purpose then. did i do something wrong? cause if i did-"

"no!" you exclaim suddenly, tone full of exasperation and desperation, conveying the frustration you've been feeling the past two weeks into one sudden syllable. it actually takes hawks by surprise because he stumbles back a little and there's a moment of silence where you're just gauging for each other's reactions. "i mean- no, you didn't do anything wrong, and that's the frustrating part."

you continue with little space for him to intercept, "it's just, oh what the fuck, i know i shouldn't be saying this because it's totally unprofessional and-"

"out with it, y/n."

"-i like you.”

the air choked at your sudden confession and hawks’ expression says it all, morphing into one of shock - wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth before transforming into a wide smirk. you look away and cross your arms, which was a defense mechanism that hawks definitely picked up on. after spending so much time with you, how could he not have?

he leans against the pole of the tower, suaveness oozing off him as if he wasn’t just frantically asking you what was wrong with you, “how much do you like me?” he asks, smugness evident in his tone.

you cover your eyes, “if i do not see, i do not perceive, go away.”

his laughter rings through your ears and you peek at him by separating your fingers slightly, “oh come on, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about-”

“yes there is! i have a crush on you and you’re literally the most embarrassing person in the world! being associated with you is embarrassing enough!”

he clenches his chest in faux-pain, “that one hurt, you should consider your words more carefully y/n, it’s a wonder how you won a bachelors like me.”

you give him a look of defeat as the words he just uttered registers in your head. “stop playing, this is serious.”

“you just called me embarrassing to be around!”

“because you are!”

hawks raises a brow at you, “number two hero not good enough for you? i’ll shoot for number one next time, then will you finally not be embarrassed enough to go on a date with me?”

oh god, this was a mess. “no, no, i suppose a date with you now is good enough.”

“good enough?” hawks parrots before sighing with a shrug, “i’ll take it.”

“that came out wrong because i’m still seriously trying to believe that you’re not pulling my leg,” you point your finger in his chest, “you seriously like me back?”

“and i want to take you out on a date. tonight.”

“yes, let’s do it. tonight it is then.”

“even if i’m the number two hero?”

“because you’re the number two hero. it’s the only impressive thing about you.”

“you’re the one who has a crush on the number two hero.”

you laugh heartily, wrapping an arm around him whilst doing so. he hugs you back instinctively with a big, warm smile plastered on his face. if you weren't so nervous you would've seen how smitten the look in his eyes were, “i guess i am. can you bring me back to the ground now, number two? i think the civilians should see that their local hero didn’t just kidnap a stranger from the ground.”

“they’ll know when they recognise you as their favourite, local hero. besides, it lets them know you’re off the market now, so good."

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irisintheafterglow · 10 months

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It’d been three hours since you’d climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t coming easy to you tonight. You’d stared at the ceiling and flipped the side you were sleeping on several dozen times, but nothing seemed to work. You pulled a wild card and dialed his number in a last-ditch effort to sleep.

He picked up after two rings.

“Give me five minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“How? You’re fifteen minutes away at least.”

“I left ten minutes ago, duh. Felt like something was off.”

“I adore you.”

“Yeah, I know you do. See you soon, love.”

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mamayan · 10 months

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⚠️ MNDI 18+⚠️

Imagine getting railed so hard from behind you just can’t take it anymore. Your poor hole abused to the point of pain and pleasure morphing into something you can’t name. You’ve got the sheets in a death grip as you hear laughter behind you.

He’s finding humor in your pathetic attempts to hold on. He knows he’s being too rough, knows it’s all too much for you. He’s fucking you harder anyway. He just wants to hear you beg for him.

“Please! Be gentle!” You will beg eventually, and it’ll make him coo and pet your sweaty skin as he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you up and back against him.

“Poor thing, can’t take anymore?” He’ll ask you in such a condescending tone, chuckling when he sinks impossibly deeper inside you in this position and you whine. You’ll struggle to reply, trying to nod and speak but he’s got your throat locked against him and you’re only getting just enough air to breathe. He’ll act like your silence is denial. “Oh? You like this then?” You won’t be able to confirm or deny it as he grinds inside you and has you reeling towards an orgasm.

He’ll shove you face first back into the mattress as he begins fucking you like a rag doll again right through it.

You’ll try to crawl away, get a little rest for your abused hole, but this will piss him off. You’ll move away and his cock will slip out. He’ll press his palm in between your shoulder blades and pin you down as he snarls in your ear, sliding back inside you and making your head spin. “Did I fucking say I was done with you baby? What’s the matter? I’m only getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”

He’s fucking you stupid now.

It’s your fault too really, thinking you could get away before he was done using you. You’ve got a safe word for a reason after all. It’s too bad you can’t remember it with how his cock stretches you out and has you falling apart on it again.

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keikiri-kitten · 7 months

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Here’s something for the chickies that are about to sleep or even about to wake up:

Due to Keigo’s wings, he’s a certified little spoon. However, he only cuddles you with his face deep in your chest and his wings spread over the bed. Only so you can feel like you’re being cuddled too. He loves sleeping this way. It’s a little heavy for you but when you hear his snores and you feel his hands grip onto your clothes and curves, it feels better. He always makes sure before he goes to sleep or right after he wakes up that he pampers your chest with kisses. He’ll dress your collarbone, breasts and sternum with his lips in a lazy and comforting manner <3

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nightfall-kachiniko · 7 months

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Keigo has this thing where he’ll try to guess your chapstick by kissing you 😭

Like you’ll give him a quick kiss before walking out the door and all of a sudden he shouts “it’s strawberry!”

Or you’ll cuddle up next to his half awake self, giving him a kiss on the lips before he tiredly wrap his arms around you and he’ll mumble in his raspy voice “marshmallow…”

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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Like Father Like Daughter -Dad!Hawks x Mom!Reader

Fluff upon fluff | 540 words | your daughter's name is Keiko (kay-ko)

Summary: you come home from a hospital visit to your very clingy husband and daughter.

Warning!: Use of Hawks' name

"Shhhh we can't let mommy see yet!"

"But daddy~!"

"Shhh baby bird- mommy's going to be home any minute-"

"What's this I hear?" You ask, stepping into your living room.

"MOMMY!" Two voices yelled, followed by two pairs of footsteps loudly coming your way.

"You're home~!" Keiko squealed, throwing herself onto you in a bear hug.

"Hey baby~!" You coo, wrapping your arms around your darling litte bird as you kicked the front door shut.

"Where's my affection?" Keigo pouted, causing you to roll your eyes adoringly as you openend your arms for Hawks to sneak into, landing right next to Keiko.

"You were gone for so~ long!" Keiko whined, attacking your face with kisses as she semi-aggresively shoved her dad out of the way.

"Baby- I was only gone for an hour or so." You chuckle, kissing her forehead sweetly.

"Exactly~!" Both of your babies whined, causing to roll your eyes once again.

"You two are so alike, did you know that Keigo?" You tease, kissing his' forehead as you made your way into the living room, curious to see what they were hiding.

"Wait! You did not get permission to go in there yet!" Keiko huffed, jumping out of your arms to block your way.

"I- need permission?" You ask, smiling as Hawks took the opportunity to leep back into your arms.

"Yes." Keiko replied, pausing to glare at her dad.

"Oh- then may I please go into my living room?" You ask politely, petting Keigo's head as he rubbed against you, fairly similairly to a cat.

"Yes, yes you may mommy. But only if you say that you're mine."

"Yes, hunny. Mommy is yours."

Keiko just grinned wickedly before turning back to the living room, skipping into the spacious room with a gigantic grin stuck on her face.

Walking in, you smiled as you layed eyes on a perfectly set up family movie night. The couch was covered in pillows and blankets, the coffee table was stacked with snacks, and the tv already had your family's favorite movie on pause.

"Oh- guys you're so sweet! But what's the occasion?"

"Well~ mommy it's the weekend! Which means that I can stay up late, right? And daddy says you haven't been feeling very good, so we thought that some cuddles and movies can help!"

"Oh- you two are so sweet." You coo, smiling up at Keigo who moved to ruffle your (as in both of yours) daughter's hair.

"Oh- speaking of~. What did the doctor say?" Keigo asked, warm, honey eyes now focussed on your -in his words- perfectly goregous face.

"There's nothing wrong with me, but~ I do have something to tell you."

"Oh oh! What is it!" Keiko asked, jumping up and down.

"After Keiko's in bed." You smile, playfully sticking your tounge out as Keiko pouted.

"Is it anything serious?" Hawks asked, a hint of concern laced in his tone.

"No no, nothing like that."

You continued to smile as your little family of three got situated for movie night, causing your heart to swell up with joy.

As you thought about your mini family, you sighed contently as you remembered; you were soon to be four.

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heich0e · 1 year

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keigo convinces you to quit your job less than a year into your relationship.

the pay is terrible anyway, and it isn't even a position in the field you'd gone to school to study (not that you'd graduated, but you did always plan on going back some day, if you could.)

but the problem is that your schedule is always the complete opposite of his. you always have to sleep at night (early to bed, early to rise) so that you can wake up at the crack of dawn each morning and commute to your shabby little office on the other side of town. keigo often doesn't get home from patrol until the sun is coming up, meaning that your alarm is set to be ringing just a few moments after his head hits the pillow next to yours--stealing you, and your warmth, and the soft skin of your thighs away from him under the blankets.

it feels like he never gets to see you. never gets to hold you. like you're never there. (you are, but that's not what it feels like to him.)

the first time he makes the suggestion, you think he's joking and you laugh.

keigo's eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches you giggle, his head resting atop your lap on the sofa on a rare evening that finds the two of you both home and snuggled up together in his living room--your living room now too, since you'd finally broken the lease on your apartment that had practically gone uninhabited since you and keigo started seeing each other. he watches you laugh like it's his favourite movie; rapt by every moment of your mirth.

"what's so funny, baby?"

you blink, your laughter petering out slowly like a leaky tap being turned closed.

"i can't quit my job, kei," you whisper, half incredulous and half scandalized at the notion, once you realize he's not making the suggestion in jest.

"why not?" he pouts, rolling onto his side where he rests on your lap and burrowing his face into your sweatshirt over your abdomen.

"it's... my job," you reply dumbly, unsure of how better to defend your point. your fingers thread absentmindedly through his golden hair as he nuzzles further into your tummy.

"you don't need a job," he counters, though the words are muffled. "especially not that one. they're awful to you."

he's not wrong, necessarily. your company is not known for being particularly kind to its employees, nor even for being a desirable place to work. but the salary was mostly liveable and they'd been willing to take you on even with only half a degree under your belt, and you've never taken that for granted.

"of course I need a job," you pinch at keigo's cheek gently, and he turns his face up towards you. his eyes, usually so soft and warm, look pained.

"for what?" he asks, his tone wounded. "what do you need that i can't give you?"

your chest tightens as you take in his sad expression. the jut of his lip, the disappointed crease of his brow.

"i... don't want to be a burden to you, keigo."

something in his gaze shifts, just for a moment. it almost looks like anger, but it's gone too quick to sting--a flame snuffed out before it has the chance to burn you.

keigo's wings twitch beneath him, the feathers bristling.

slowly, he pulls himself upright until he's on his knees beside you on the sofa.

he peers down at you, cupping your cheeks in his large, soft hands.

"you could never,"--he leans down towards you, filling up your field of vision until there's nothing left but him--"ever,"--he uses his hold on your cheeks to keep your your gazes locked, noses brushing gently--"be a burden to me."

keigo's breath is hot on your lips, the pressure of his touch firm, his very nearness intoxicating.

"what's the point of all of this,"--he doesn't pull away to gesture, or even break your gaze, but you know even without any sort of indicator what he's talking about: his apartment, his lifestyle, his status, his wealth--"if i can't share it with you?"

your stomach flips at how desperately he says the words.

"just..." his wispy lashes flutter as he blinks slowly, his tawny honey-hued eyes disappearing for a few torturous moments before meeting yours again. "think about it, yeah? promise?"

you feel yourself nodding, and his grip on your cheeks eases as he grins triumphantly.

keigo kisses you, slow and deep and sweet, maneuvering you onto your back on the sofa underneath him before you can even process it.

"say you promise," he breathes into your open mouth, his tongue chasing in after his words.

you hum, a dizzy, fond sound.

"i promise," you murmur against his eager lips.

he pulls away, his hands slipping up under the hem of your sweatshirt--the Pro-Hero Hawks sweatshirt he loves to see you wear so much--until it rucks up over his wrists as his touch continues to climb.

he smiles again--softer this time, more tranquil--his golden curls a backlit halo around his handsome face as he peers down at you sprawled across the sofa beneath him.

he sighs happily.

"good."

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urfavslav · 3 months

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keigo doesn't like storms at all. one time he went on patrol and his wing almost got caught with a thunderbolt, the heat of the thing searing into his mind and burnt feathers that shed eventually. whenever he's home the night of a storm he insists on holding you, no matter what ur doing , wings curled around you so intensely that the fluff of his feathers tickles. it seems that he's protecting you, but it's more a comfort to his nerves, grounding his senses. he likes to count the lightning strikes and how far away they are too

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grapementos · 10 months

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ʙᴏʏꜱ + ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ 🍑

『ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙɴʜᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ—ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ & ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ. ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ 』

⤷ ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ, ᴋ. ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ

❥ katsuki loves every inch of you. of course, he loves your mind and soul more than anything, but your looks were definitely a bonus.

you were the same with him, except there was one thing you loved a tiny bit more.

“goddamit, y/n, if you poke my ass one more time—” he gritted his teeth, body basically folded in half from your playful assault on his ass.

you giggled, backing yourself up against the nearest surface, “sorry, kats. you know i just can’t resist when you bend over in front of me like that.”

his hands were twitching and eyes scanning, a telltale sign that he was watching and waiting until the perfect moment to get you back, “it’s not even just then. when i’m walking up the stairs, or laying on my bed, you go straight for my ass like some kind of vulture.”

“you do the same shit!” you accused, “except you don’t poke, you grab!”

he chuckled, as if recalling a fond memory, “dunno what you’re talking about.”

“bullshit.” you scooted against the wall, never once taking your eyes off him. you couldn’t stay in the same spot, for he’d easily be able to manhandle you and get you back.

your eyes darted left towards the living room and then right towards the laundry room, excitement and fear and adrenaline thrumming under your skin.

“don’t even try.”

now or never, you decided, making a break for the living room with a squeal.

the heavy footsteps behind you made the chase all the more thrilling as you launched yourself towards the couch, only to fail as bakugo wrapped his arms around your waist just in time.

“no!” you screamed, struggling fruitlessly against him.

“nice try.”

❥ kaminari is always attached at your hip. physical contact makes his skin buzz with life and love and everything in between. he’s always holding your hand, your thigh, your face, and occasionally your ass.

he doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, considering he’s constantly touching all of it, but he does love ass as much as the next guy. he’ll poke you when you bend over and burst out into hysterical laughter at the look on your face when you stand upright.

your favorite thing to do in retaliation is to take the high road and wait until you’re laying together. every night, he has to crawl to the end of the bed to tug the ceiling fan light off, giving you the perfect opportunity to kick him right in the ass.

“ah!” he yelped the moment your foot made contact with his ass, curling in on himself.

“that’s what you get for nearly knocking me over earlier.”

just as he moved to get back at you, he lost his balance and rolled right off the bed with a thud.

instinctively, you burst into laughter, throwing the blanket off to go check on him.

he was laughing too, cracking up on the wood floor at his own pain. looking at him just made you laugh more as you dropped to the floor beside him, trying desperately to breathe.

“oh-” he guffawed out, “oh fuck.”

you shook off the last bit of giggles, straddling his lower stomach, “are you okay?”

once his face went back to his normal color, he nodded as the last bit of laughter bubbled out of his body, “yeah, didn’t even hit anything. except for my butt.”

your head fell onto his chest as you broke into laughter all over again, “oh my god, perfect.”

❥ ejirou is the ass man of all ass men. he naps on it, grabs it, pokes it, smacks it, bites it—he’s an ass man. he squeezes it when he kisses or hugs you—his hands just naturally gravitate towards it.

since being with him, you’ve developed the habit of squatting rather than bending over to pick something up. you only walk behind him up the stairs, which sometimes is advantageous for you, considering you’re quite fond of his ass as well.

you’ll poke his butt when he goes upstairs, which starts an all-out chase around the entirety of the house. even at his agency, you’ll visit during his break to bring him something to eat and bug him for his hour lunch.

“thanks, babe,” he spoke through a mouth full of lunch, sat behind a sleek desk.

“no problem.” you had a chair pulled up next to his, fingering his hard, gelled up hair, “you should’ve taken off your hero costume.”

he eyed you knowingly, “why? cause my sash covers my ass?”

you grinned, “maybe. but i gotta say, i do love the half-naked part of your costume.”

“perv.”

“you’re one to talk.”

he chuckled and lifted you onto his lap, his hands resting comfortably where your hips ended and ass began, “yeah, but at least i’m honest about it.”

you cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose, “you are, my lovely, pervy ass-man.”

❥ hawks isn’t always with you, but when he is, he’s all over you. he’ll take you to the highest places and hold you, the two of you trapped between his wings. your ass is one of the more intimate places he loves.

sometimes he just needs to hold you in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of your breaths mingling and heartbeat becoming one. his hands will skim feather-lightly over your waist, hips, and ass.

you’d finger his feathers, gently rubbing them between your fingers. you’d gently rub the lightly scarred area where his wings sprouted from, basking in the sheer intimacy between the two of you.

other times, when he was less vulnerable and more of the happy, charismatic, witty hero that everyone knew, he’d tickle and carry you, make dirty jokes and innuendos that left you rolling your eyes.

you loved both sides, but you had to admit that the soft, quiet intimacy was your favorite.

“i love you.” you mumbled into his bare chest, slipping your hand down his back.

“i love you.” his eyes were closed, thumb smoothing over your hip, “all of you.”

his wings fluttered under your touch the moment you moved your hand up, his hand squeezing the fat between your hip and ass.

“me too.”

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hollowtakami · 1 month

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MY LITTLE DOVE

CONTENT: caregiver!keigo + regressed!gn!reader, pet names (dove, little feather, baby bird), just a fluffy drabble to keep my mind out of a bad place.

AUTHOR NOTE: please keep interactions/tags for this post strictly SFW; ddlg/ageplay/pro+comship are not welcome.

You could feel yourself slipping.

Huddled under a sea of blankets with an army of stuffies, chewing on the end of your sleeve, you fold into yourself.

The scent of your favourite stuffie under your nose would usually comfort you, but not right now. Above the surface of those blankets was a world. That alone was far too big and scary for you right now.

Your little heart pounded as you count the minutes on your fingers to ease your worries, startling at the faint sound of a door clicking open.

A small sigh and the shuffling of boots could be heard through the ajar door your bedroom, shoes kicked to the side of the rack and a jacket strung up on a hook as you heard a melodic voice call out to you.

“Baby bird, I’m back!” Keigo chirped, the baritone of his voice flooding your senses with warmth.

You do your best to ease the blankets off yourself and with clumsy movements, clutch your stuffie to your chest with your head down as you waddled over to the avian.

Keigo saw you emerge from your room like a lost spirit, floating over to him slowly. His face fell when he couldn’t see yours, his eyes soon clocked onto the stuffie and he soon softened.

“Hey there, dove,” his voice smoother than any sippie cup of warm milk before bed, lowered as to not startle you again. He extended a hand to you, gentle and inviting, whispering, “you feelin’ small?”

With a small nod you raise your head to look up, expecting to see even a small glimpse of annoyance in the suns of Keigo’s eyes; nothing.

He beamed when he saw your face, riddled with worry but willing to trust him. And trust him, you did.

You slowly shuffled into Keigo’s chest, babbling to yourself happily when you felt the tickle of his feathers cocoon around you. He patted your hair, kissing the crown of your head.

“C’mon, little feather,” Keigo smiled, “let’s get you cosy, yeah?”

When you were regressed, your age sometimes ranged. Keigo was no stranger to working with children due to his line of work, and so took to your regression quite well. Hidden behind a mask of tenderness was, at first, the fear of making you feel worse. Though, like a feather in the wind, the two of you found your flow.

“Okay, baby, sit on the bed for me while I find you some jammys, ‘kay?” Keigo softly directed, to which you did with a nod, your stuffie still with you.

Keigo sent a few feather dashing out of the room as he picked through the drawer where you kept your regression gear; pacifiers, sippy cups, your favourite pyjamas.

He turned with them in his hand, smiling to himself when he saw your demeanour light up at the sight. You clapped your hands together happily, letting Keigo get you out of your day clothes and into something comfier.

Keigo eventually got you into bed after calming you down when you got so giddy - he can’t lie to himself though, you were so adorable. He left the room for a moment, crossing his heart and promising you and your plush friend that he would be right back.

Sitting on the bed, tucked into a blanket with your stuffie huddled close to your chest, you popped your thumb into your mouth. You were too baby to think anything wrong of it, babbling to your stuffie about something as you subconsciously suckled and bit at your thumbnail.

Keigo soon came back into the room, a clean paci in his hands, his feathers carrying a tray lined with a sippy cup of warm milk and a plate of apple slices.

The avian clicked his tongue when he saw you mindlessly sucking your thumb, smiling as he helped the paci into your mouth and wiped your thumb.

“Save your teeth for these apple slices, baby,” Keigo smiled, his feathers resting back into his wings as the tray was set down onto the bed slowly, Keigo snuggled up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You giggled as the scruff on his chin tickled your skin, your bubbly laughs making Keigo’s heart melt.

“C’mere, dove, let me help you with your snack, yeah?” Keigo softly suggested.

You nodded, too baby to want to feed yourself.

After a few slices, you finished off the sippy full of milk, eyes droopy. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, Keigo held you close in a blanket of his feathers, keeping you safe from any monsters while you and your stuffie got some well deserved rest.

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kalieros · 2 years

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hawks, aizawa, endeavor x fem!reader

>> a/n: Finally - jealous ex’s pt. 2, prohero edition. This one ventures into the daddy or dom/sub territory, so be aware. Definitely self-indulgent on my part. I went a little different for some of these! I’ve got a few more lined up as well for those of you who requested some~ enjoy!

>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), dub-con/non-con elements!, reader is wearing a dress/skirt and heels, public spaces, phone sex, dirty talk, vulgar!!, rough, masturbation, voice kink, use of kitten as pet name, endeavor x coworker, slight size kink, manhandling, a BIT of yandere/baby trapping at the end because I’m going to hell

Hawks/Keigo:

Hawks’ problem is flirting - and he knows it.

But that does not mean he is okay with you flirting around - no, he is far from okay with that

It doesn’t take him long before he realizes you’re seeing other people - he swears you’re doing it just to bother him but he would never let anyone see it works

But that was a mistake. You’re his baby bird, his little chickadee, and who do they think they are coming after his territory, his prize?

He’d claimed you in his heart the moment he saw you and there was no going back now

At first he tries to win you back over with his usual tactics - flirty texts, flowers, little gifts on your doorstep hand-delivered with a crimson feather perched on top

He leaves you messages promising affection and candlelight dinners, all his attention

But when that doesn’t work he decides maybe he needs to really show you how he feels - you’re so special, after all, he should put in more effort, right??

One day he corners you on your walk home, having just noticed you on his patrol (he was totally NOT following you)

He swoops in and begs, whines about how you’ve been ignoring him and he just wants you to hear him out

Blocks you in with his wings, cornering any method for escape as he promises you’re all he’s thought about for days, weeks

“I’d give anything to feel you again, baby bird,” he begs to you, whispering in your ear as he noses your throat, running his hands down your sides

He slides up your dress and begs to put in just the tip as he grabs at your thighs

He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips and promises no one will know, not with his wings around you and his hand pressed to your mouth

When you give in he praises you so well, murmuring “that’s my girl,” and “you’re taking me so well.”

Takes what he wants easily, pounding your pussy before soothing the marks he leaves with little kisses, knowing you’ll never be satisfied with another person with the way he leaves you whimpering

Eraserhead/Aizawa:

Pfft, Aizawa is totally above being bothered by something so trivial

Or so he has told himself a million times now, usually at night as he lies awake thinking about you

He’s now seen you a handful of times with this other guy

Despite not admitting his deep disappointment to himself, he still does everything in his power to find out who this person is

He sulks a little, quietly, one might even say he’s brooding - until Nemuri and Hizashi tell him he’s gotta do something about his pouting

He is literally sleeping less somehow and they’re the ones taking the brunt of this behavior

When he decides to get up the nerve and call you he chickens out! As a result he develops.. a habit

Every night now he strokes himself to the thought of you, slowly getting more and more frustrated at the fact that its not you taking his load on your tongue or inside

Some nights he would scroll through your socials or touch himself to pictures of you

He knows its probably wrong but.. he can’t help thinking about you, especially after you’ve been flaunting yourself all over the place with your new beau, and he hated that

He knows he’s the only one that can satisfy you anyway - or understand your particular needs

Finally, on a particularly rough weeknight, Aizawa calls you late at night, thinking you won’t pick up. He intends to leave a voicemail, (really!) but is shocked when you answer

Instead, your groggy voice picks up and he is immediately affected by it

You ask what he wants - is he okay? It’s so late - but you hear on the other end of the line a low groan and you faintly realize he’s stroking his cock to the sound of your voice

“You’ve been so bad, little one” he growls, stroking his cock with more intensity

He relishes in the gasp that leaves your lips and begs you to keep talking

He tells you just how much he’s missed you, and exactly how he intends to mark you all over and leave you aching for him the way you’ve left him waiting this whole time

He wants to punish you for making him jealous and you can’t lie - you love it

“Going to fill you up so good, kitten. He doesn’t even compare, does he?”

By the time he’s done you’re soaked and Aizawa is at your front door, promising that neither of you will be getting any sleep

Endeavor/Enji:

First of all - another ex for endeavor? You’re crushing his heart (I know, I’m a softie)

He swore he would never allow another person to leave because they were unhappy

When you said you needed a break his heart plummeted right into his stomach

He did his best to keep it together - he tried to convince you to work it out at first, reaching out over the phone or leaving messages and flowers at your desk to no avail

But rejection was beginning to sting

He tried, he really tried to do it the right way and respect your wishes but he started to see you on patrol with other people and that just wasn’t going to work for him

He was trying to do better, be better but things like this just tested his patience.. How could you not see that you’d broken him completely?

Well - perhaps being forward would be just what you needed to get it through your pretty little head that you were either his or no one’s

He calls you into his office one day during lunch to discuss some paperwork

He confronts you - telling you its been so hard to see you walk around the office in those heels, in those skirts, and then going off with someone else

He crowds you against his desk and rips open your tights, sliding up your tight little pencil skirt before lifting you onto the desk and taking you right there

His hands are calloused and everything about him is heavy and large and he uses this to his advantage

He holds your face in his with rough hands, kissing you hard as he brutalizes your cunt, the desk giving him the perfect leverage to hit right there

He secretly wants to see you cry on his cock and makes it a mission to have you thoroughly ruined before the hour is up

Not much of a talker but definitely whispers how sweet and perfect you’re being for him, and how he’s “not going to let you slip away” so easily

As he sits you on his lap he definitely considers using his thick fingers to push his seed right back inside as he watches it drip out, thinking about how he could keep you by his side forever...

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earthtooz · 2 years

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in which the (sexual) tension between you and hawks is not good for either of you. (SFW POST AND BLOG!!!!)

do not read if under 16 😁 or do but like don't let me know / alcohol mentions, very harmless jokes about stalking and being a creep / gender neutral reader

it's with a heavy sigh that you regard the people at the bar, scanning the crowd whilst fixing the shirt you were wearing. it was hard to act nonchalant, not whilst hawks' inescapable gaze has not diverted from you this entire evening.

you know it's not because you still somehow manage to meet his eyes every time despite being on the other side of the bar.

this was not the way you wanted your night off to go, forgoing your duties as the ninth ranked hero in favour of overpriced drinks and bad company.

the bad company being hawks, because what business did the number two hero have in a downtown bar such as this one? and his presence was the last thing you needed tonight. what you needed was to forget about the disasters and pressures of the world and none of them were being alleviated.

as you finish up your conversation with the pro-hero you were currently talking to (you didn't care to remember his name. something about a... weapons quirk? he was ranked 60-something right now, not too shabby of a number), you excuse yourself, paying your bill to the bartender.

as you shift up from your chair, you don't forget to shoot hawks a gracious view of your middle finger before manoeuvring around the tables to take your leave. groups of people seemed to silence themselves as you stalked past.

diverting from your usual path home, you finally address the looming shadow flying behind you, "don't you have patrol? taking a night off to let the night-owl wild?"

upon your declaration, a familiar winged hero lands in front of you with a handsome smirk on his face.

"who said i was taking the night off?"

you huff and now that he was standing under a street lamp with actual light rather than the hidden corner of a bar, you notice that he was indeed, still in his hero getup.

"me. who patrols in a pro-hero bar and stares at one person the whole time?" you raise an eyebrow at him, "if i didn't know better, i'd think being a creep is a hobby of yours."

you brush past him whilst saying the last part.

his footsteps can be heard behind yours, "i stare when i like what i see-"

"-like a hawk?" you snort.

he lets out something between a groan and a sigh. "yes. like a hawk. only cause i can't let someone as pretty as you leave my sight now, can i?"

you almost lost your composure for a second, flustered by his bold compliment.

hawks and you were the only heroes in the top rankings list that were somewhat similar in age, both fresh in your early twenties, it'd be ignorant to say there wasn't some sort of magnetic energy between you two. was it attraction? competitiveness? you weren't too sure.

you huff, crossing your arms to retaliate, "now that sounds like stalker behaviour."

"you really know how to ruin the mood."

"maybe you should try harder to set it then."

he rounds around to walk in front of you, "considering you were just talking to a nobody hero, i didn't think you'd be this ungrateful to have a big shot like me."

"pfft, growing a big head now are we? who are you trying to talk yourself up to, winged fool," you begin before crossing your arms over your chest, "besides. i had a good time talking to that hero tonight except your staring kept making me uncomfortable."

at the mention of the stranger, hawks stops in his tracks, visibly tense as he tries to hide the contempt in his expression only to miserably fail.

you don't miss the way his golden hues darken slightly.

maybe this was the distraction you needed in order to help with the stress.

you take a step closer to him, "can't believe i had to walk out on a perfectly good guy because another pesky one couldn't keep his eyes to himself."

he stares you down with an intensity like no other.

"i'm not so sure it was worth it, so why don't you show me otherwise?"

patrol ended early for the local winged hero that night.

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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He catches you staring at him.

“Hi, pretty.”

“Hey, handsome.”

You bathed in the serene quiet and watched the sun dip beneath the skyline of the city, a gradient of pink and yellow painting the evening sky. One hand on the wheel, the other rested on your thigh, absentmindedly drawing circles with his thumb. You took his hand in yours, adoring the way his callouses brushed against your palm and intertwining your fingers. Pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, you smiled softly at him and he flashed a blindingly bright grin.

“You love me?”

“Forever and always.”

#iris drabbles #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha hawks #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyu x reader

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warmficsforyou · 2 months

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(I'm about to go to bed and I'm thinking about hawks so here's like a short drabble/my head cannons about sleeping with him!!^_^ I'll get more into detail tomorrow probably )

☆As a pro he comes home late..very very late sometimes not coming home until next day when the sun shines barely in the sky so it's rare to sleep with him but oh when you do when you have the chance he's pulling you under the shared expensive sheets you own tons of fluffy blankets and pillows around you he wants to protect you keep you as cozy as possible his hands slipping under your shirt rubbing circles into your back drawing soft yawns and mewls out of you wrapping his wings around you tightly the softness and weight drawing you into sleep as the moon cast a pretty glow on you both

☆he's most definitely tired after work whether it be patrolling or anything he'll be exhausted and his best way to unwind? Sleeping and napping with you he loves having you rest on his chest head laying on his torso he likes to watch you sleep to see your face soften to see your soft breaths as your chest rises and falls perfectly in sync with his sometimes he likes to tickle you with a feather or two just to see you shift in your sleep your face scrunched up in a perfectly cute way making him chuckle fondly his heart aching for you pining for you

☆he'll whisper sweet nothings to you in that soft melodic voice of his deep and low making you drowsy only half listening as he rambles about his day and what he did and how work was and he knows oh he knows when your curl into him and sigh sleepily he knows his voice makes you sleepy and he'll smile pressing a kiss to your forehead feeling so so in love with you

☆(Sorry I couldn't write more I'm currently speed-running writing this considering I have school tomorrow high school sucks lol but atleast I have hawks)

(ALSO I DIDN'T PROOF - READ THIS SORRY!!)

#fluff #bnha hawks #drabble #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo x reader #mha #mha hawks #headcanon #tooth rotting fluff #so so sweet #i love him #my husband

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keikiri-kitten · 2 months

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EYES ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

keigo likes to stare at you. you like to stare at keigo <3

Just imagine Keigo staring at you. He loves to get up close and personal every time he does. He’s always leaning in ever so slightly to get a better look at you, but what he doesn’t realize is that he’s presenting an ethereal view.

You can see him so clearly now and oh my, is he stunning. His color palette is gold; in fact, the only contrast on his face are his pupils. There’s even a warm tone to his rosy-pink lips. He’s smiling at you— always. Whether it be a gentle tug of the lips or a full grin, the shimmer in his eyes are always in view.

Speaking of his eyes, they’re so much prettier bare faced. They’re big, bright and pierce right through you all of the time. There’s only a slight angle to them without his liner, but his thick, flared, bushy, wheat colored lashes frame his gilded eyes perfectly. Only when he gets close to you like this is when you can spot the hills of honey and valleys of tawny in his irises. You almost curse that one lock of blonde curling over one of his eyes. He doesn’t mind it as long as he’s looking at you.

Sometimes you forget that he’s real; like you can’t reach out and touch him. And even with your hand lifting as if you’re reaching for a figment of your imagination, he pushes his face closer to you so the tips of your fingers can graze along the scruff of his chin. He’s indeed real. They brush over rough facial hair, teasing up to a strong, bare jawline and even higher to full, soft cheeks. That’s the only time his eyes close. And they close slowly as his cheek forces its way into the palm of your hand. He says nothing but tugs the left corner of his lip up for a brief moment. As his smile falls only a little, his eyes open once more to look you in the face.

You have to pull yourself back for small breather, trying to catch the breath you didn’t know stopped. The full image of him is stunning. Keigo’s hair falls in layers around his face and dusts right along his shoulders. All of that free time after the war gave him the opportunity to let his hair grow out again. Wheat tones of blonde, brown and platinum add to your pretty hero’s allure. His hair only has a bit of unruliness to it today, not worried about it being out of his face for fightings sake.

He’s in a natural state. Wearing a loose button down only done up halfway, allowing you to see straight down his shirt and his sun kissed skin. You can’t miss the discolored scar he earned right over his neck and collarbone from his time fighting villains on your travel down his abdomen. That’s not the only scar he had but it’s the biggest one. He stands before you in loose fitting lounge pants, hands stuffed in his pockets. He’s stared at you so long the only thing he can think of is laying a fat, damp kiss to your lips. You two were only in this position because he wanted to get a bit playful. However, as passionate as he is, his playfulness comes in waves. Now all he feels is warmth.

To cut the intensity, he swims closer to press that kiss to your lips before standing upright. “Alright,” he drags. Sauntering away from you with his hands in his pockets and a coy smile on his lips, he chuckles at your attempt to throw a couch pillow at him until his instincts allow him to grab it. How dare he tease you— without having to do much at all?

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nightfall-kachiniko · 4 months

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I WANT TO SMELL HIS COLOGNE AS HE PULLS ME INTO SUCH A WARM LOVING HUG AFTER A LONG DAY AT WORK. MY HANDS IN HIS HAIR AS I REACH UP TO COMFORTABLY RELAX IN THE CROOK OF HIS NECK. HIS FINGERS TRACING CIRCLES ON MY BACK AS I FEEL HIS CHEST GO UP AND DOWN WITH EVERY SLOW INHALE AND EXHALE.

I WANT HIM SO BADDDD OH MY GAWWEFDFFFFFF

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