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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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missuga · 1 year

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11:35 p.m. – Keigo Takami.

From the first knock on your door you knew who it was, your stomach dropped and you froze. Maybe if you sunk deeper into the couch and stayed silent he’d go away.

Maybe if you wished it hard enough you could get yourself out of this situation without even having to see him. But it wasn’t as simple as that, and when more knocks echoed through your apartment you knew that.

“You can’t keep ignoring me.” Keigo’s voice was muffled and you could barely hear it through the door, but it still made your chest burn all the same. “Please just open the door.”

“What.” That was all you could muster up when you opened the door, sure that if you said anything else the brave face you put on would break.

“Thank god.” He sighed, shoulders visibly slumping down in relief. What he was so relieved about was beyond you. “I needed to see you.”

“Okay.” You muttered, still looking passed him as you stepped back into your apartment again. “You’ve seen me so now you can go.”

“Wait, stop.” He grabbed the door stopping you from shutting it. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Actually, I never know what you mean.” You breathed out an annoyed laugh, refusing to look at him still, hoping your words stung at least a little bit. “I told you to not come over.”

“Yeah, that’s all you said. Then you ghosted?” Keigo sounded frustrated now, like he wasn’t the one in the wrong.

“I didn’t ghost you. I blocked your number.”

“That’s the same damn thing.” He shook his head and took a step back, this wasn’t going like he had planned. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know why you care, we weren’t even together. Remember?” You scoffed, thinking back to what he said that night. “Those were your words.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and you could feel him staring at you.

“It was too soon, everything was happening so fast.” Keigo’s voice wavered slightly and you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“That’s what happens in real relationships, though you wouldn’t understand that. You’ve never seriously committed to anything in your life.” You knew that wasn’t a fair thing to throw at him, but you didn’t care. “I wasted months on you. Months Keigo. This wasn’t just a couple weeks thing.”

“I know I just-”

“No, you don’t know.” You interruppted him again, you didn’t want to give him a chance to even explain why he had treated you like that. “If you knew how I genuinly thought I loved you, you wouldn’t have gone to that stupid bar with your side kick.”

He looked shocked at that and a bit of pride swelled in your chest at the way his eyes clouded over with guilt.

“Yeah, you didn’t know I found out about that did you?” Stepping back into your apartment a bit more you were ready for this conversation to be over, nothing he could say would mend what he broke.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“That’s all you’re seriously going to say?” You laughed again, finally looking him in the eyes for longer than a second. The burning in your chest grew red hot and you could feel a sting behind your eyes now. “Are you so pathetic that you can’t even give me a real explanation?”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said, pushing a hand through his hair in frustration, nothing was coming out the way he was thinking. Seeing you so upset made realization of how he fucked up really sink in.

“Did I really mean nothing to you?” No matter how mad at him you were, a part of you still wished things could get fixed, that this could all get brushed over.

“No.” He grabbed your hand forcing you to look up from the ground, “You meant everything to me.”

“Then why?” You could only whisper now, knowing your voice would give away how much of a bad job you were holding back your tears.

“I don’t know.” Keigo whispered, and you realized this wasn’t going anywhere.

“I can’t do this.” You pulled your hand from his grip and backed up, wiping the tears from your cheek. “I can’t keep going around in circles with you, nothing is going to change. I should’ve realized this before, it’s my fault.”

“Wait, I can’t do this without you.” He sounded pathetic now, but his words still burned deep, if only he figured that out sooner.

“You’re going to have to learn how to take care of yourself, that’s not my problem anymore.”

“Please stop, we can fix this.” He stepped forward again, reaching out to you and for a second you almost let him but you pulled away. You could hear the sadness and desperation in his voice now. “Please. I love you.”

“You don’t get to say that anymore. Just go before you ruind something else, Keigo.” You turned around fully now, trying your hardest to ignore how broken he sounded as you walked into your apartment. “Don’t come over anymore. I mean it.”

You hated how much shutting the door hurt and how much you still loved him, even after all of this. The only thing that made it a little bit better was knowing that he was hurting just as much as you, or so you hoped.

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — pidge + keigo takami.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff + sfw, gn!reader, hawks calling reader pidge, that’s lit rally it actually, reader is hawks’ PA but they’re also married and cute, hidden relationships, office!au?

pidge - short for pigeon, the nickname tramp gives lady in the disney movie, lady and the tramp!

“g’mornin’, pidge.”

“hawks.”

“aw c’mon, don’t be like that, pidge,” the number two hero cocks his head, letting his luxurious red feathers guide him down to land on his feet beside you by the photocopier. “thought we agreed on you callin’ me keigo.”

you don’t look up from your work, copying city-damage bills, a list of scheduled public appearances and mission reports from closed cases— one of your many mundane and typical tasks as an assistant the pro hero “hawks” agency. “no hawks, you asked me to call you that and i ignored you,” sifting through your documents, you staple them together according to their category and push them lightly into the blonde’s chest before looking up at him with an accomplished hum. “it would be unprofessional of me.”

keigo visibly sags, wings dropping along with his lips— that fall into a pout. “are you always this mean, pidge?” he whines like a petulant child, chirping happily at the contact of your fingers splayed against his chest from behind the papers. “or is it only on the days when i come visit you at work?”

“isn’t that basically everyday?” comes your quick quip, raising a brow at hawks to ensure that he closes the window he came through before you both leave the photocopying room. he eagerly follows you, hot on your trail as you head to grab a snack between your tasks— ignoring the stares of your coworkers. the sight of the number two stalking you around the agency is not uncommon.

“exactly! so ya must hate me! do you ya hate me, pidge?”

the small staff kitchen is vacant aside from the two of you, and you rummage around your designated cupboard only to find it bare. your boss, however, is quick to act on his feet— pulling out a bag of his hero themed animal crackers to bribe you with. “of course i don’t, you’re the best boss ever?” your voice lowers an octave, nearly dipping into sultry tone as you pry the snacks from keigo’s grip. “who else lets me take two hour breaks instead of the legal forty-five?”

“is that the only reason you like me?”

“oh no. i just love the rocks and other shiny things you leave on my desk while i’m working, hawks. the coffee you bring me, and the doughnuts too.” your words are thoughtful and perhaps even wistful as you tear open the packet with your teeth, flicking the kettle on for some hot water— knowing a warm drink will soothe your soul this winter.

for the millionth time that morning, keigo pouts— using the puffiness of his wings to corner you in the kitchen, latching onto you. “you don’t love me?” you twitch “oh, you do love me.” just then, a member of staff barges into the room, making it impossibly smaller— instantly silencing any conversation between you both. they spare you, their coworker, and keigo— their boss, a strange look. “did you need something?”

“uh…i just came for—“ they point to the fridge, and you open it up, keigo using a fast feather of his to scoop out their drink with their name on it. “thanks.”

“uhuh.” comes your quickly response, before you push yourself off the counter and scurry away before any more suspicions can be raised. it’s one thing to be the best employee at work, the next to be favoured by your employer and the wrong impression could have you hated amongst your coworkers for getting special treatment from the number two hero.

however, before you can make it back to the safety of your cubicle— a flurry of red feathers drag you by your sleeves right into the big man’s office, making a spectacle in front of all of your coworkers as you struggle in their hold, squealing right up until the door is slammed shut.

“pidge, you never play nice at work.”

hawks’ office provides you with some kind of solace away from the prying eyes agency staff, and he’s quick to pull you into his lap at his desk once you’re hidden from their inquisitive gaze. blonde hair gently tickles at the junction between your neck and your shoulders, hands that are no longer gloved settle on your waist and thumb under your work-shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, grounding the speedy pro hero that moves way too fast for his own good. “because we’re working keigo, the whole office isn’t supposed to know that we’re—“ you begin, but your words die slowly on your lips as keigo presses small, appreciative kisses along the column of your throat— daring to nip at it just a little. testing how much he can get away with now that you’re both truly alone.

“that we’re married? that i love you, pidge? so so much.” the smooches continue when you don’t make an effort to push the winged hero off or huff in protest — instead he continues his journey down your neck, over your collar and gently lifts your hands to his soft, vanilla balm lips to press a kiss directly onto the silver wedding band that sits simply on your ring finger. “the entire office has probably figured out that there’s something goin’ on between us by now.”

keigo chirps as your heart races, tucked away by behind layers of muscle and bone and flesh. it always amazes you how heightened his senses are, how he can pick up on the way he makes you feel through his feathers as you nestle yourself into his chest to avoid the embarrassment. he likes you flustered and clingy like this.

“but i don’t want them to think i got the job as your PA because we’re fucking kei.” this time, it’s your turn to pout, resting the pudge of your cheek against his beating heart and holding your breath just so you can hear it. you’re not like him, your senses aren’t as in tune but you know it makes the blonde happy to know you’re listening out for him too.

“well it’s not just because we’re fucking birdie, you know that ‘n i know that.” hawks reasons, resting his chin atop your head. “s’cause the commission hand picked you for me themselves. you’re good at what you do, and your quirk stops anyone from gettin’ their hands on our dirty little secrets.” his wings encircle you both once again, creating a literal heaven away from the bustling world outside— where it’s just the two of you and the warmth of your love. “but not only that, you have a work ethic. i have enough money t’keep us goin’ for a lifetime. but you want to work and who am i to stop you.” he coos. “i love that about you pidge.”

when you look up at him, you can see every trace of adoration for you that resides in hawks’ being swirled into the dark abyss of his dilated pupils— nearly swallowing the gold of his eyes whole. “and i love you too, you crazy bird.” you mumble carefully, quietly so that he knows that you mean it this time around, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

keigo laughs, melting like butter in a pan at your affection. “that’s not very nice, pidge.”

“yeah,” you hum, kissing him over and over to pull more timbre laughter from between his precious lips. “but you like it when ‘m mean to ya at work, don’t you?”

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hopelesshawks · 11 months

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Hawks gets cold at night sometimes

It used to be something he could stave off with his wings but now that those are gone he doesn’t have many options for keeping out the chill.

He buries himself down deeper beneath the blankets, knees coming up towards his chest as he clutches a pillow against him like a lifeline. It’s not even that cold in his apartment and he knows that but he can’t quite shake the feeling of cold that vibrates under his skin.

Right up until you finally get home and slip into bed beside him.

You barely take the time to strip out of your work clothes and into some soft sweatpants and one of his old tshirts before you’re crawling into bed and curling yourself around him.

It feels so natural having your heat pressed flush against him that it melts some of the cold and tension away. He feels safe as he allows himself to drift towards dreamland, perhaps for the first time in a very long time.

#wrote this last night half asleep bc I was chilly but knew if I turned up the heat I’d wake up today sweating lmao #ended up putting myself to sleep with it as soon as it was done???#so it’s either very comforting or very boring lmao #I’ll leave that up to y’all to decide #keigo takami drabble #hawks drabble

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myherobirdbros · 6 months

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"Takami," she called, slamming through the door; eyes darting every which way. "Takami!"

Fear had always been such a foreign concept to her. She'd killed more people than she could count. Her hands were dripping red, her mind fractured with memories of unspeakable evil. Kaina did not shake or break or fear anything. That was until now. She feared--

"Takami!" Throwing herself up the stairs, trying and failing to ignore the disarray of their home, the broken furniture, the ripped paintings, the destroyed kitchen, she took the stairs three at a time. "Takami, answer me you stupid stupid kid!"

He had to be okay. He had to be. If he wasn't.....

Blinking back frustrating tears, she slammed through his bedroom door. "Takami!"

Nothing.

It has been turned upside down, as if well calculated tornado had made its way through the place. And no Takami.

"Fuck fuck fuck," she hissed, searching the entire house top to bottom even as her heart sank and her eyes clouded with tears. "Fuck!"

She'd promided him damn it. When she'd stolen him away all those years ago, she'd promised him and now-

Sliding down the wall, she pressed the palms of her hands harshly against her eyelids, stemming the tears.

He was gone. Her little boy was gone and the Hero Commision had likely taken him.

Taken him back.

Had broken into her home and taken the very kid she'd sworn on her marred soul to protect.

Gritting her teeth she stood up. Brushing the fleeting tears away, she marched towards the door, grabbing her old coat along the way.

People were going to pay for this. The Commision had no idea what they'd done to her, what they'd unleashed. She was going to make it hurt, and hurt badly enough to leave permanent scars.

If that meant burning the entire fucking thing to the ground so be it. Hero Society could pick up the pieces after she was done of they wanted to.

"I'm coming Takami," she swore, flexing her arm and stepping out of the one place that had been a safe haven for the both of them for the past 3 years. "So just hang on for me kiddo. I'm coming for you."

#kaina tsutsumi #keigo takami #mha drabbles #mha #keigo takami drabble #kaina tsutsumi drabble #lady nagant #lady nagant adopting hawks au

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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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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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tootiecakes234 · 6 months

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NSFW: very smutty🤭

MDNI

I love whiny men. The ones that don’t even try to hide their sounds.

He comes home from work exhausted and you’re the first thing he seeks out. When he does find you, he’s all over you. Kissing, touching, hugging. You already know what he wants.

You barely even have time to finish cooking the dinner you were in the middle of making, before he’s quite literally dragging you into the living room. He lays on the couch and gets on top of you. Starts whispering in your ear about how much he’s missed you… how bad he needs you.

This man wants your hands everywhere all at once. Wants to get lost in you but when you start exploring him the whines start. He’s asking you for more and saying please cuz he wants you so badly.

You don’t give him that because even though he’s begging for it, when he gets like this he likes to be teased.

And you do tease him, doing everything but ignoring his leaking cock and even when you do touch it, it’s soft . He will try to get more friction out of it but all that does it cause you to pull away.

You make him switch positions with him and you sit on his face, and he eats like a starved man. Goes to town on you cuz he’s hoping it’ll make you more pliable. Maybe just maybe you’ll lean down and play with his dick for him. You cum once…. Twice…. Before you even look down at his swollen cock. It’s twitching and getting precum all over his stomach.

When you do lean down to stroke it for him he almost comes right then and there. You have to verbally tell him that’s he’s not allowed to come until you let him. “Don’t you wanna be my good boy”

That tears a whimper straight from his lips because yes he does. He loves being good for you. Every time he does he has an orgasm that shatters space and time so hell yea he wants to be good for you.

You lift yourself off his face and get down between his knees. Light kisses up and down the underside of his dick. He’s whining now… mmmmm. Music to your ears. Whining and whimpering.

When you do start to blow him his toes starts curling and his hands sink into your hair trying to control the pace. You know he’s close… you can taste it on your tongue, so you pull back from him. You wanna see how far he’ll let you push him tonight.

You bring him to the brink of orgasm 3 times before the tears start falling and the only words are please and so close…. Poor baby can’t take it anymore

It’s only then that you decide to have mercy on him. You ask where he wants to cum and as always his answer is as deep inside you as he can get. You ride him for all of 2 minutes before his cumming. He’s not even forming coherent words, just babbling.

You love him like this…. But you’re not done. Not when he made such a mess, so you hop off and start blowing him again. And this time when he does speak he’s begging you to stop. Telling you he can’t take anymore.

Why stop when you’re having so much fun, so you ignore him. He can go again. You’ve seen him do it. By the time you’re done cleaning him up he’s hard again, his own body betraying at the way your mouth feels wrapped around him.

You end up sucking him until he comes once more, this time deep down your throat. You were gonna be full before you even got to have the dinner waiting for you.

After he calms down and you have time to clean yourself up, you lay back in bed with him. He wraps hisself around you likes he’s trying to get into your skin. Hmmmm

You loved days when he came home like this. Your little needy man.

*he actually thanks you for treating so well before going to prepare dinner and bringing it you in bed. You put it down on that man.. no wonder he’s whipped.

Kotaro Bakuto, Satoru Gojo, Denki Kaminari, Toru Oikawa, Keigo Takami, Izuku Midoriya, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Armin Arlert

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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 · 4 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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keikiri-kitten · 3 months

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babe. being from the midwest is hard enough. keigo makes it a little easier xo.

Midwest!keigo, who comes from the grungy part of town where the sun never shines. The Keigo who constantly seeks to feel the sun on his skin and watches trains pass by and thinks on top of abandoned park bridges. The one who loves to kiss you because your lips taste like Pepsi and your hugs are warmer than the weather could ever be this time of year. The Keigo who loves to touch you because you’re the only sense of reality he wants. Your body smells like every major holiday and tastes like his favorite songs. You’re the teddy bear waiting for him on his hand me down sheets, arms open wide with a smile reminiscent of summer festivals. His nose dives down your curves like he’s traveling the interstate, taking in the scenery of your velvety skin. This Keigo Takami is gentle with you and your body because surely good things never last, right? The man who never ‘fucks’ you but only makes love because if he’s to treat you like a toy, you’re a porcelain doll— never to shatter.

Midwest!keigo, who looks like an Ethel Cain or a Lana Del Rey song, but has never heard of these women until you played them in his run down car. Midwest!Keigo, who lives a blue collar life but hopes for something greater, and wouldn’t want to figure it out with anyone else other than you.

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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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earthtooz · 1 year

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just a quick hawks idea that came to me <3 it's awkward lol but gn and pro-hero!reader

you might need to put your agency on lockdown.

admittedly, a hero agency going into lockdown was incredibly hypocritical, but when the threat was the number two hero himself, hawks, you can’t take any risks. everything must be secured so he cannot step even one foot into the premise or you’ll call emergency out of desperation and exasperation.

of course in the case of an actual lockdown, you would be expected to be there on the front lines which means you’d be the one responsible for being face-to-face with the problem. and if hawks flashed that charming smile at you or laughed that boyish laugh of his, you’d be surrendering. easy defeat.

but, the moment you’ve been dreading all day comes a little sooner than you expected, when three knocks on your door abruptly capture your attention and in comes one of your assistants.

“ah, l/n? hawks is here and wants to see you,” she says, sounding a little overwhelmed. hawks can be intimidating when he doesn’t mean to be after all and well, you too were dreading meeting him for completely different meetings.

“don’t send him in,” you blurt, causing your assistant to widen her eyes in shock. you know she has the urge to ask why but quickly nods in affirmation before disappearing behind the office door once more.

crisis averted. or so you thought as a sturdy, red feather begins dancing on your desk, one that you knew wasn’t there before.

it must’ve slipped in alongside your assistant and your heart drops at the realisation, especially when it becomes gesturing to your window; a signal you somehow recognise.

“oh my goodness,” you mutter before turning around in your chair, coming face-to-face with the winged hero as he taps impatiently on your window, your chest already beginning to compress with the way your heart rate increased, and a thrill of exhilaration runs its course through your veins; two natural reactions that happen very commonly whenever you’re around hawks.

you hurriedly shut the curtains on his face, not having long to rejoice before his feather lifts up a portion of the blinds to reveal his unimpressed expression, coupled with an amused eyebrow raise and a dangerous smirk. hawks then gestures upwards with his pointer finger and you knew immediately that he meant to meet you on the rooftop of your agency; a place he likes to crash onto whenever he wants to.

(you once asked him if he had better things to do than hangout on the top of your building and he replied that he’s there because he’s bored but you know otherwise. if there’s something about hawks it’s that he’s never free. his schedule was worse than yours and even then, yours was unmanageable. where he found a slot to loiter around your establishment, you don’t know. the bigger philosophical issue was why.)

you’re backed into a corner with nowhere to go but the rooftop and the wing that clung to your hero clothes was only emphasising the direness of your situation.

the moment you open the card-regulated door of your rooftop, hawks is already waiting for you, his face bursting into a dazzling smile as a glimmer appears in his eyes, ones that rivalled the sun.

“there you are, sweetheart!” he greets, fluffing up his wings as the singular feather trailing beside you returns to its rightful owner. he takes generous steps towards you whilst you take smaller ones to meet him in the middle, your arms crossed over your chest in hopes of maintaining an apathetic front to deter him.

it must not have been working because he does not look fazed. not one bit.

“what are you doing here?” you grumble, subtly admiring the way his ruffled hair blows with the wind and how radiant he looks with the sun shining upon him. “don’t you have things to do that are more productive than bother me?”

“i am being productive; i’m chasing up on a deal that i made with you. maybe you need a little reminder to what it was?”

“please, don’t start-”

“-if i placed above you in the hero rankings this year, i would get to take you out on a date. remember anything along those lines, pretty?”

you hide your face from him, using your hands to cover your eyes as you look away.

him, being the embodiment of your worst nightmares (daydreams), bends around so he would appear in your eyesight again and when you catch a glimpse of him, you just shut him out again using your hands. a deep chuckle spills from the winged hero at your childish insistence, genuinely entertained and infatuated by you.

“c’mon, stop ignoring me. i earned this date fair and square.”

“if i do not see, i do not perceive, please leave me alone.”

“oh c’mon number six, i’ve already placed reservations at a hot place i’ve been meaning to try together. won’t you be nice?”

removing your hands, you meet his gaze with a perplexed one of your own. “i’m serious, hawks, i have work to take care of. don’t you as well? we can’t just take breaks whenever.”

“and i’m serious about this date. so much so that i rostered more sidekicks on today than i normally do. everything is being taken care of so stop worrying, would i really be japan’s number two hero if i didn’t plan out every last detail?”

you huff, signalling his defeat. he was right. his surveillance abilities were off the charts. if anyone knew where danger was happening the second it occurred, it would be hawks. just- does he have to be so smug about it? it feels like he’s rubbing salt in the wound of your defeat yesterday at the hero rankings.

“fine,” you give in with an ungracious eye roll. “let’s go to this hot pot reservation of yours since you’re so insistent about how diligent you are.”

“oh, do you find that attractive?”

“how about you take me out before i regret it?”

“as you wish!”

#hawks x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks fluff #hawks drabble #hawks fic #hawks x reader fluff #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #hawks #mha fic #bnha fic #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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hopelesshawks · 2 years

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Tw allusion to (but no actual) s*lf h*rm

Hawks hates seeing you like this.

He hates coming home to you lying on the floor, eyes still puffy and red from sobbing even as you stare listlessly up at the ceiling. Hates the way your hands twitch at your side as you resist the urge to do something you haven’t done in years.

He hates that he can’t protect you from everything, certainly not the things that have already happened and especially not the things that happened long before you even met him.

He knows you’ll be ok eventually. He knows it’s temporary and more importantly he knows that you know it’s temporary; but it doesn’t make things any easier now. Not for you and not for him either.

So he curls up next to you, even if that means you both laying on the floor instead of the perfectly comfortable bed just a few feet away. He wraps you in his arms and wings and he strokes delicate hands over your forearms to help scratch the itch you have to do something entirely more destructive. He holds you tightly and whispers how much he loves you. He never lets go even if you try to push him away. He clings tighter until you cling back and he’ll let you cry and scream and whatever else you need to do to feel even sort of kind of almost ok. And when the morning comes he’ll still be right there with you, helping you recover until you can stand on your own again.

#self harm tw #self harm mention tw #self harm cw #self harm mention cw #hawks drabble #keigo takami drabble

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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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