#tamaki drabble

[grenadehearts]

You love annoying your boyfriend, Keigo—better known as Pro Hero Hawks, number two in the rankings. One of your favorite ways to get on his nerves—or, as he likes to put it, “tease” him—is when he’s out on patrol. You always wait until his shift’s just about over, then you strike.

You throw on your best wide-eyed, flustered look and squeal like some fangirl with an obsessive crush, loud enough for the whole city block to hear, “Oh my god, is that Pro Hero Hawks?!”

Then you start gushing. Loud. Profanities fly out of your mouth like confetti. Everyone turns to look—eyes wide, jaws slack—and you can already feel the heat of his stare. Keigo’s there in a flash, hand over your mouth, feathers wrapping tight around your waist as he lifts you off the ground.

He mutters through gritted teeth, “You’re insane,” while trying to avoid the incoming swarm of fangirls—blushing, breathless, and bursting into declarations of love.

And just as he’s lifting you higher, you mumble into his glove in your sweetest, sultriest voice, “Won’t you sign my tits, Pro Hero Hawks?”

He scoffs. Classic Keigo. “Yeah, yeah.”

You figured that’d be the end of it, like always—a quick getaway, some grumbling, maybe a feather-flick to the forehead. But not this time.

He’s flying fast. Too fast.

Before you know it, he’s landing hard on some random rooftop, hidden away from the street, pushing you up against a stone wall next to a rusted door that probably leads to nowhere. The air between you turns heavy. His golden eyes are sharp. Hungry.

He peels his gloves off with his teeth, one by one, still staring at you like he’s got something to prove. His hands slide under your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and lifting you like it’s nothing. Then he’s biting at your shirt, bunching it up in his mouth before holding the fabric in his hand—exposing just enough to make your breath hitch.

Then, in that cocky, ego-dripping voice of his, he says:

“Yeah, anything for my fans. I’ll sign ’em alright. Wanna use my mouth or my cum—your choice, angel.”

master list link here.

[suiana]

sunfish boyfriend who threatens to kill himself if he doesn't get enough attention.

"babe would you still love me if i was a worm?"

"...do i really have to respond?"

"oh... i see how it is. so you hate me? you don't like me anymore? fine, I'll just go kill myself since you hate me so much. go find another boyfriend then, see if i care!"

he's crazy dramatic. like, so dramatic that the stars themselves are shaking in the sky. you thought his dramatics couldn't reach the sky? well you're wrong.

"babe what are you doing?"

"you looked at him too long... you're thinking of another man aren't you? what do you want me to do? kill myself? maybe i should, I'm shaking and you're laughing. I'm crying here and my beloved doesn't care. life has no meaning if you're- wait why am i even sad? you always do this to me! bullying! evil person! evil i say!"

he has two moods and that's sassy and sassy squared. if he doesn't show it through his words, he shows it through his expressions. he's like... an annoying cat that hits over furniture when mad.

"bro can you NOT mess up my bed?"

"no."

"look i said SORRY-"

"SORRY ISN'T ENOUGH. YOU BETRAYED ME!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS YOUR CAKE!"

you don't know how you put up with him to be honest. what about him is there even to like? not his personality obviously. it's just so foul, evil. like he's trying to suffocate you in your sleep. man I can't stop thinking him like a cat sitting on your chest...

"do you love me?"

"get off me- you're heavy!"

"i said, do you love me?"

"yeah yeah i do! now get off!"

can you imagine? ugh, the tragedy. that is until you see his face staring intently at yours at 3 in the morning. that gorgeous shiny face that basically radiates sparkles and rainbows.

"you're handsome."

"𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾, my love. does that mean you'll agree to never talk to another man again?"

"...no."

you think you'll end up dying of high blood pressure because of him.

yoo joonghyuk, tamaki suoh, gojo satoru, RAFAYEL, siyun baek, JINSHI, your favs

[suksatoru]

here with me ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ keigo x you

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

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

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

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

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

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

"c'mon songbird, up up up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tulippanes]

could I get cheeky!Amajiki? 🙏🙏

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈

a. tamaki x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 535 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: possibly ooc . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: i hope i did him justice i haven't written for him in a long long time, this was so fun to write tho !!!

cheeky! tamaki amajiki whose hand would graze yours anytime you walked side by side together. but not on purpose, no, how could this man ever do such a thing on purpose? he’s just fidgety, that's all. right?

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would take a bite of the food you were offering from your hand. you held out your popsicle, a new flavor you decided to try out. “want some?” you asked. it was expected he'd take it from your hand, but instead he leaned over and took a bite while you were still holding it. “it’s cold,” he muttered as he felt a sharp iciness sting his teeth. you sat there, blinking at him while he continued to eat his own popsicle.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who went home after and face planted onto his bed, his mind replaying what he had done over and over again. he almost wanted to die of embarrassment. but he also kind of liked the look on your face, so he guesses it wasn't so bad.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would grow used to your praises and maybe, maybe not, purposefully accomplish something to gain it. “i did better on this exam than the last,” he muttered like he didn't study even harder this time. he glanced at you, your eyes met his which caused him to look away. “yeah? i told you you could do it! you’re really smart, y’know? i should get you a little treat since you improved,” you chirped. a tiny little smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks grew warm.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would tug you a little closer to him by your sleeve if you strayed just a bit too far. he blamed it on the fact that he “wants you beside him because you make him less anxious than he usually is.” which is true, but maybe he also wants you near him just because.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would make any excuse to stay with you longer, no matter how ridiculous his reasoning was. “it’s getting late, maybe we should head home,” you hummed as you watched another store at the shopping center lock up for the night. internally, tamaki panicked before blurting, “why don't we get a pastry?”

you looked over at him and tilted your head to the side. “aren't most bakeries closed now?” you asked. he shook his head, albeit a little vigorously.

“i know a place that stays open until late at night. we can go there,” he paused before retracting, “only– uhm, only if you want to. i usually need something sweet before i sleep at night so that why i suggested it but we don't have to. you're probably tired and don't–” your laughter cut him off and he almost melted right then and there. you smiled at him before nodding and agreeing. he counted it as a victory that night.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who really, really does like you a lot.

[gatitties]

Hugs

—Tamaki Amajiki x reader

—Summary: It seems that the best cure for anxiety is your hugs.

—Warnings: none

"I want to go home."

You sighed as you watched Tamaki press himself against the nearest wall, trying to blend in, go through it, or merge with it, whatever it takes to disappear.

"You'll do well."

You patted his back, causing a slight tremor in his body, Tamaki was feeling too anxious about the talk he had to give to the first-year students, his body felt hot and cold, his palms were sweaty and his stomach hurt.

"W-what if I say something wrong?"

You sighed, running your hands over his shoulders, offering a small circular massage over the tension that seemed to pile up on them, massaging his shoulder blades along the way, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds, causing a tickle in the boy's stomach, not from anxiety this time.

"Mirio and Nejire will be with you, you have nothing to fear" you dragged him further away from the wall, pushing his body slightly towards the large door "Besides, you are the great Suneater!"

His lips curved into a shaky smile, with a slight glint in his eyes he looked at your face, blood spreading across his cheeks with a slight blush as he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug. He always liked to hug you, because he felt safe, comfortable and protected in your arms, the warmth your body provided him was all he needed in this world, if he died he wanted it to be in your arms.

He sighed at your scent before pulling away, taking some courage, looking at his two companions who had just arrived just in time to drag him away before he regretted his decisions. He closed his eyes tightly and walked to the door, when he entered he immediately regretted it, wanting to return to the warmth of your arms. He remained silent while the other two talked, glancing from time to time at the door where you were, making sure everything was okay.

He was the first to come out, as if the devil itself was chasing him, mocking his cowardice, you opened your arms knowing he would dive in without a thought, his arms wrapped around you and his head rested in the crook of your neck.

"First years are scary."

You almost felt the air knocked out of you as he tightened his hold on you a little more, you patted his shoulder to loosen it, he mumbled an apology but still looked dejected as if he had witnessed a war crime.

"If it’s any consolation, I think you were great there."

"I don’t know, you always say I’m great."

"Because you are."

[lilacgaby]

Hiii!!! Can I request Bakugo, tamaki, monoma with shy reader? I'm sorry idk if you can do multiple characters it's alright if it's just one (if you can only do one, the character is your choice) ❤

anon that is so cute!! ofc i'll do all three :)

katsuki and you grew up together, you've always been on the more timid side, and katsuki's always been there to protect you.

from kindergarten to U-A, he's always been by your side, making sure you were comfortable. choosing you in group projects automatically, sitting next to you at lunch, telling people to shut up when they spoke over you: he stuck by your side like glue, especially since he knew you preferred it that way.

while i still think he'd playfully insult you, he'd know his boundaries and what not to say. since you're on the shyer side, he liked being able to relax with you, lazing around wherever just comforablely silent in each other's presence. but he loved it the most when you'd have a random burst of energy, speaking on and on about something that interested you.

romantically however, i think he'd have to be the one to confess. taking you out to a beautifully isolated park, quiet and inviting as he confessed his feelings to you. hugging eachother and resting against a tree after you accepted, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

with tamaki, you two are adorable shy peas in a pod. since he met you in his first year at U-A, mirio pushed for the two of you to become friends because of your similar personalities. after a bit of awkward hellos, the two of you found shared interests and experiences that deepened your friendship almost instantly.

i think tamaki would love having someone who just understood him. understood the feeling of anxiousness that came around being judged, even by people who he knew thought of him positively.

the two of you found unspoken comfort in eachother. at events, in class, going out, the two of you would find solace in eachother's presence. doing things with each other that you could never see with anyone else, holding hands, intertwining pinkies, hugging, it all came naturally.

i don't think either of you took initiative to confess, it sort of just happened where you two were suddenly labeled as dating. not like either of you minded, as suddenly the hangouts you two would have turned romantic, the kisses you shared accompanied by red faces and rapid heartbeats.

monoma and a shy s/o is like perfect actually.

you're in U-A, and despite him being critical of literally everyone else in your class he views you on a pedestal. he claims you make the class shine even with your meek personality.

when you become friends (after he pines after you for a while) he gets along really well with you. he was the founder of the sassy man apocalypse, but he viewed you so highly that he'd do a 180 around you, complimenting you, encouraging you, he'd even cheer for your class just to see you win.

when you grew more comfortable around him, he was ecstatic. so happy to finally be a recipient of any affection of yours, especially since you were so bashful. if he ever got to be partners with you forget it, he'd show off while simultaneously making sure he'd keep the bulk of the attention off of you.

since day one he was preparing on how to confess to you, and when the chance finally arose everything was perfect and planned to a t. your favorite snacks, songs, and place were all witness to his dramatic confession.. and to the kisses you shared after you admired your own feelings.

tysm for your request <3

[carefreecoffee]

｡･ﾟﾟ･Fluffbruary Day 25: Bad kisser w/ Tamaki Amajiki･ﾟﾟ･｡

Word count: 647,Gender-neutral reader

Tamaki's cheeks were a vibrant red, he was rather shy as he was now in an... intimate position with you in his lap. 

“Ready?” You look at him, smiling gently as if to cure his anxiousness. 

He nodded, his eyes closing tight as his hands held tighter to your face, leaning a bit closer to you as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was clumsy and a bit uncoordinated. It remained that like a few more seconds until he pulled away, his cheeks now a deep red. 

Yes, he was not good at kissing, but it was his first kiss, he was a bit new to the idea of it. He kept his hands on your face, he felt a bit embarrassed as he gave a sheepish and shy smile to you. 

"Someone needs improvement” you tease, running a thumb along his cheek. 

He continued to look into your eyes, knowing you were right, and he just gave a sheepish nod to confirm it before taking a deep breath to relax himself 

You let your hands drop, "Deep breaths, okay? It doesn't have to be fast” 

He nodded, listening to you as he began to take deep breaths in and out to help him relax, he didn't want to mess this up and especially not mess up with you. Soon enough he began to move close to you again, pressing his lips against yours in a slow kiss. You hum approvingly, beginning to move your lips against his slowly, testing his abilities. 

He started to move in sync with you, his cheeks were still rather red from the whole situation. He felt a bit better; although still a little nervous but was doing quite well at copying your movements. 

He was still getting used to the feeling of kissing, and he was a bit more nervous at the fact he made such mistakes as he bumped his nose with yours. A second later, you pull away, smiling softly at him. 

"Much better, if you try it at this angle” you lean in kissing him at a certain angle before pulling back “We won't bump!” 

He nodded, noticing you both didn't bump your noses that time. “Good?” 

He gently nodded at you, still a bit bashful, but he felt much more comfortable now, he began to give a shy but small little smile after he noticed you were teaching him well. "Yes... Y-yeah. It's good." 

With a short nod, you lean back in. “Alright, go ahead, love” 

He initiated another kiss, moving in at the angle he had learned earlier. He began to start up a slow kiss, much smoother than before and with minor mistakes. His hands held your face shakily, trying to keep up with the pace as his chest rose and fell. 

As you break for air, a goofy grin graces both of your faces. “That was great Tamaki!” 

He couldn't help but give a small smile back, his cheeks still red as he was still a bit on the shy side. He felt a little proud of himself for getting the hang of this, thankful to you for teaching him. He let out a small soft sigh, "T-thank you. It felt a lot easier that time..." 

“It did, you did awesome" 

He looked into your eyes, letting you hold his face in your hands as he smiled again before he suddenly leaned his head forwards, nuzzling his head against your shoulder shyly. "T-thank you... I wouldn't have done that good if you hadn't helped me... a-and now that I know, I want to do it more..." 

“Aw Tama, we can do it as much as you want” you lean into his embrace, hugging him comfortingly. He quickly wrapped his arms around you as he nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck. "R-really..? I'd like that a lot..." 

“Mhm, anytime”

[bloomness]

could i get track thirteen with hawks?? 👀👀👀👀👀 congrats on 500 bloom baby <33

if you want to by beabadobee ft. keigo [hawks]

event m.list

જ⁀➴ having insomnia is hard but keigo makes it easier

contains: gn!reader, pre-relationship/situationship, stubborn!reader

word count: 1.8k

“if you wanna take me”

“go ahead and try my head”

you can see the city lights blinking outside your balcony door from your spot in bed. they twinkled big and small, slow and fast, leaving a reflecting sparkle in your eye. the moonlight slips out through the crack between the blinds that you could never quite fully close. it shone over your fan, which was creaking just a bit too loudly with every turn. it lit up your bedside table, exposing the layer of dust that had been accumulating on top of it for over a week, a task you’d been telling yourself you'd do but had yet to come around to. the moon lit up your hands, still, cold—but not from the fan, from emptiness. 

you turned over on your mattress. the pillows that you spent—what now felt like useless—time fluffing huffed softly underneath you. you flicked off an crumb from the blanket that you had washed twice before making your bed to ensure cleanliness. 

your eyes darted across the night-dimmed room, tired but awake and it all felt like a joke. 

you had tried it all. different flavors of teas, medication, mediation, exercising, everything. but nothing seemed to help seize the running thoughts that occupied your nights and prevented you from a restful sleep.

“experience is nothing compared to” 

you threw your sheets off of you and shuffled to the edge of your bed, your head hung in your hands as you silently hoped keigo wouldn’t show up to find you in such a humiliating state. but (unwillingly) knowing the persistent hero, he would. 

“the sleep paralysis in my bed”

finally, you decide you’ get up and try to do something productive around the house. you slip on your house slippers and step out of your bedroom and into your kitchen.

the kitchen light flickers on, illuminating your sparkling, clean kitchen. Earlier you had spent forty-five minutes scrubbing all the counters, fifteen mintues washing all the dishes, ten minutes sweeping and mopping the floor, all in hope of crashing out from exhaustion afterwards. it had not worked.

“experience is nothing compared to”

you shuffled over to the fridge and opened it. your eyes searched the levels, drawers, and side doors of the cool box, but to no avail, it still being as empty as it was when you had checked it just an hour ago. 

your eyes floated over to the kettle resting on the stove. you could try for tea again, but you knew in the end that’d be helpless.

you then looked to the cupboards. maybe you could make something to eat? but you aren’t hungry, it’d be a waste of food and you need to go grocery shopping anyways. 

the clock hung above the archway read 3:32. it ticked softly as you ran your hand over your face, exhaling a low groan. 

“the nights I'm always up so late”

suddenly, you heard a thud, one that sounded like it emitted from something made of metal. there was a clang, then a click, and then a soft swoosh. the sounds of cars driving by and street lights beeping momentarily filled your apartment distance before there was another click, and it went silent. 

you sighed and flicked off the kitchen light, moving to the origin of the noise with no urgency.

your bedroom door is already open, so it doesn’t take you longer than a second to spot him, leaning against the door frame to your balcony with a dopey grin plastered on his face. 

the night's light shines against the back of his lean figure, a vibrant glow outlining the blend from the furry edge of his cherry-stained wings to his rugged corduroy jacket. the set up almost made it seem like the universe was making the petty number two hero out to be an angel sent down from heaven personally for you. 

keigo’s the first to speak up today. “you just had to pick the highest floor to live on, huh?” his voice is teasing, but you know his intentions are nowhere near that. he stretches his arms up as he takes a stepped onto your carpeted bedroom floor, pushing the balcony door shut behind him. “that’s okay,” he yawns and walks to your dresser, finger dragging along its edge as his eyes scan the product placed on top of it. “not much of a problem for me, of course.” his head tilts up at you, amber eyes finally making contact with yours.

“hawks.” you deadpan, body still—unable to move—between the threshold of your bedroom door. 

you try not to make it obvious that you’re shocked he’s here. this wouldn’t be the first time he did this. or the second. or the third. the truth was, this exact situation has played out more times than you’d like to make the effort to count. but for some reason, every time he said he’d show up, you refused to believe it until he was standing right in front of you.  

“uh uh.” keigo waves his finger. “it’s keigo, ‘member? not on duty when i’m with you, babe.” 

“you’re in uniform.” 

“ah,” he huffs out a laugh and swiftly approaches you. “you’re funny tonight.” he comes to stand right in front of you, his forearm resting up above on the wall you shared. you could see the way his body just barely leaned forward, and the way his head tipped down as his eyes raked down your facial features. 

“if you wanna love me”

you feel your face burn under his attendant gaze. “what?” you muttered, bringing a cooling hand up to your cheek as you peered up at him. 

“how many hours?” keigo asked gently. he didn’t need to explain himself any further. you knew exactly what he meant as soon as the playful hint in his golden eyes flashed off. the ‘fun and cheerful hero hawks’ was now being temporarily masked with ‘serious keigo’, someone that he claimed only you were lucky enough to see—like you’d believe that.

“try to get inside my brain”

you look past him. “doesn’t matter.”

keigo taps his finger against the wall, “matters enough for me to break into your bedroom at three in the morning.” he half shrugs, like the fact that he’s here so late, in the middle of his shift, when you're both clearly exhausted, isn’t that much trouble for him at all. 

you mentally brace yourself before providing an answer, “i took a nap earlier but.. i haven’t been able to sleep since last night.”

you could feel the rhythm of the tapping steadily increasing above you. “and have you been eating?”

“keigo…” the question is personal, too personal to be considered causal, as if anything about this situation was causal.

but he urged on, “answer the question, dove.”  you caught a flash of genuine worry spread cross his face.

you shudder at the old nickname and waver. “i’ve been eating well.” keigo gives you a look so you assure, “i promise.”

keigo bites the side of his cheek while nodding slowly before kicking off the side of the wall and making his way to the side of your bed. once there, he begins fluffing your half-deflated pillows.

you blinked. “what are you doing?”

he hardly glanced up at you. “come on, do we have to do this every time? ’m making our bed, love.”

“'cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed”

“keigo..” you hurry over to the spot beside him, reaching to stop his working hands. “don’t. you shouldn’t.” you grab his wrist, holding them still. and even though you both know well that he is a helluva a lot stronger than you and could pull you off if he wanted, he stops. 

“if you want to”

“y/n..” his voice is even softer now, lilt mirroring one of someone super desperate—pleading. he looks down at you, shoulders slump, typical big smile dripping from his face. “why won’t you let me do this for you?” 

“only if you want to”

it’s a question not to be answered. it’s a question you can’t answer. you don’t like handouts and you absolutely refuse to take them from anyone, that’s the way you are. but your relationship with keigo felt like only that. 

“if you want, you can go ahead and fix my head”

he was helpful, so helpful—more so then you’d like to say out loud. he was kind, sweet, and charming when he wanted to be. and it crushed your pride to let him into your home like this, into your heart like this. 

“if you want to”

“let me do this for you.” he said, correcting his words from before. 

“only if you want to”

“keigo, no—“ 

“just one more time.” that what he says every time. 

“keigo—“

“please.” 

his feathers flutter behind him, and he looks down at you with those sun-glassed eyes. 

your eyes narrowed before eventually falling onto the ground, silently admitting defeat. 

you didn’t have to look up to know that keigo was back to sporting his proud smile. after a minute of tidying up he says, “tucked the pillows nice and soft for ya,” he held his hands out as if to present the dynasty of keigo fluffed pillows in your own bedroom. “go ahead, hop on in.” 

you held back from punching his shoulder—to exhausted to anyways—and simply rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed without a mouthy complaint. 

“there we go.” keigo watches as you situate yourself under your blanket and gently rest your head back on the now full pillows. “how we feeling? need anything? water? a snack?” 

you shook your head, sinking deeper into the mattress—which felt way softer than it did twenty minutes ago. 

“how about the temperature? too hot?” he asked cautiously. “too cold, maybe? dunno about you but i feel a little draft coming in here.” he chuckled sheepishly.

you held back the smile trying to push past your lips and patted the spot beside you invitingly. “you’re.. really stupid, you know that?” you prodded, useless teasing mimicking keigo’s from earlier. 

keigo didn’t falter for a second, immediately climbing under the covers and puzzling his body right with yours. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he placed his chin onto your shoulder “am i?” he whispered the question along your neck. “cause it looks like i got what i wanted.” he murmured as his wings came around to warm you up. 

you didn’t reply. you didn’t put up a fight, not now. it was too easy now to let yourself drift off into darkness as keigo voluntarily shielded you from the horrors of a restless night.  

“if they try to, only if they try to”

some things are bigger than pride. you’d come to realize that eventually.

note: lysa!!! thank you for putting in a request. okay sooooo this is actually my first time writing for hawks so i’m so sorry if it’s a little ooc but i did try my best to encapsulate this dorks personality. i really think he’s lowkey sooo slick and he knows it! but it’s okay cus he’d never take advantage of you (unless it’s cuddling you to sleep, he’ll always do that)

taglist: @stargirlygirl @megumismyhusband @kitkat13001 @peachesvault

[melanatedkink]

You Whore! (Respectfully)

A/N: I am fighting for my life trying to STAY ON TASK. Here's my attempt at being responsible.

Pairings: Y/N x Sero, Y/N x Tamaki, Y/N Kirishima, Y/N Denki

Summary: What happens when your boyfriend comes out testing your patience with their sweatpants on?

Sero:

You couldn't help but be annoyed. Here your boyfriend was, legs spread like an eagle's wings as he lounged in his chair, in his favorite pair of sweatpants. His hair was tousled, as if to compliment his lazy day aura. Meanwhile, you were just getting back from a long shift at work. People had been demanding both speed and competence from you for hours on end. And to be quite honest, this was exactly what you wanted to come home to. But you wouldn't be so bold as to let him know that.

Though, you must have been staring extra hard, because Sero looked up from his phone, wide eyed and clueless as to why the room seemed colder all of the sudden.

"Babe?" he chirped.

"Why are you a whore?"

He spluttered, "What?"

You sigh and remove your work jacket. He watches intently as you make your way to his lounge chair. You gesture to his attire. He squints at you, befuddled

"Am I doing something to upset you?" He asks, a smug lilt to his tone.

You sigh and pluck his phone from his hand.

"What do you think?"

He looks between his lap and your face. You only looked like that when he was doing something particularly...arousing. He smirks and beckons you to sit down on his lap.

"Come here, baby. Tell me what's making you so upset."

You purse your lips, but oblige his request. You settle on his lap with a cute frown. You start to complain about your day. Sero rubs your back and nods along. He knows better than to add in his two cents when you look like this. You just need to get it all out before you can focus on anything else. Like his fingers tracing your spine. Or his gentle smile. Or his nose nuzzling the corner of your shoulder.

"So that makes me a whore?" he responds as you start to trail off at the end of your confessional.

You nod, defiantly. He chuckles.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Kirishima

This was your first night alone with Kirishima. He was taking it slow with you. Despite your insistence that you didn't need to be coddled, you were a "big girl" in your own words. However, that sentiment did waver a tad when he got ready for bed, and you had gone quiet. When he woke up that morning, and saw that your side was empty, his heart sunk a bit. He figured maybe a night alone was a bit too far, maybe too fast for you. That was until he trudged to the kitchen and nearly ran into you.

"Oh, hey baby! You're still here. Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah fine...." You meant to sound more enthusiastic, though right as those words left his lips, he took a deep stretch. His skin tightened over his muscles perfectly. Your eyes slowly trailed lower to his sagging waistline. He rubbed his eyes and caught your gaze.

"Y/N?"

"Huh? Fine! I- I slept fine, um... I just wanted to..."

Your rambling devolved into deseperate stuttering while Kirishima neared you. You were intimidated, which is why you couldn't get your mouth to shut. But your couldn't move away. Not when you knew he was so close to touching you.

"Baby, answer me this," Kirishima began. Your mouth snapped shut. "Am I the reason you're stuttering so badly?"

He traced his knuckles over your cheek as you sighed in defeat.

"Don't laugh. It's not my fucking fault you look like that...."

He shook his head, "I don't blame either of us. I think it's nice that you can't keep those eyes off me."

You raised your chin to protest only for him to cut you off with a finger.

"Come back to bed with me. We have plenty of time to appreciate each other's looks all morning."

Tamaki

It was rare that Tamaki ever wore sweatpants in public. Apparently, Nejire had warned him of the effect that those things had on women. And at that time, Tamaki didn't know you well enough to gauge whether or not you would jump his bones for the hell of it. Luckily, you weren't like that at all. No, no, what you did was much worse.

Today, when you had found him outside of the crowded diner. He was just minding his business, waiting for you to come out with your smoothie. You bounced over to him and plopped right on his lap. He instantly straightened his posture. But he didn't find it uncomfortable. New. Terrifyingly intimate. But there was no way he was letting go of this feeling.

"You comfy, darling?" Tamaki questioned.

You answer with a quick nod, before turning around and straddling him. Before he could find a safe place to look, you had already begun raving about the date you two were having so far. He guessed he wasn't answering loud enough, because you had gotten so close. And your eyes were so very used to peering into his whenever you were happy. Eventually, Tamaki found himself resting his hands on your hips, stealing a few sips of your smoothie while you talked.

"Are you ready to go, now? There's a thrift store we can it up before we head back to your place," You tried to get off, but he couldn't let you. He turned his reddened face away. You shifted again before you realized...

"J-just give me a minute,"

Denki

You had a love hate relationship with Denki's sweatpants. On the one hand, it usually meant a day of Mario Jamboree, and eating fast food. But it also meant being reminded of the monster lurking just under the seam of his sweats. You swore he did it on purpose, sometimes. You would catch him pulling his pants down a smidge whenever he sat down on the couch, or playing with the drawstring of his waistband. ADHD or not, his little tendencies were getting to you, that day.

Poor Denki didn't realize he was doing it, until it was too late. He was spooning you on the couch as you were drifting off to a video you both had been watching. As the deep dive turned into verbal mush, Denki found himself reaching over you a few times for his phone or to see if you were still awake. Finally, you retaliated by backing it up on him, keeping him pinned to the back of the couch and you. Denki froze, his eyes glued to your butt cheeks dragging his waistband down.

"Uh...Y/N," Denki whispered, "Y/N? Baby? Boo bear?"

You shifted against him, a silent plea for him to stop rambling. He tensed.

"Your ass is pulling my pants down," he squeaked.

"Sure it is..."

"N-no baby please just stop moving so much,"

You almost obliged until you realized this was golden opportunity you literally sitting on. You roll your hips, intentionally drawing a whimper from him.

"And what if I don't?"

[bleach-your-panties]

#3 of the six sexy word prompts with Amajiki, please?

Only because you said please- 🫢

Minors, go away. Only click 'keep reading' if you consent to reading some nasty, freaky shit.

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“Keep looking, Tama. Please baby, look at how pretty you look.”

You breathed hot puffs of air against Tamaki’s already sweaty neck. 

The shy hero whined against your neck, still absolutely refusing to look into the mirror situated right in front of your shared bed.

Tamaki couldn't bear to look lest he make a complete fool of himself and shoot off inside of you just at the image of you squatting over his dick.

“I can't…I can't, bunny, please…ahh!”

You grabbed a handful of his dark, indigo hair and jerked his head up. With the same hand, you laid a quick slap across his cheek before pressing your lips to it.

“I said to look, Tamaki.”

Shakily, deep midnight blue eyes  flickered up to the mirror and you could feel Tamaki’s dick pulsate inside of you.

“See how good you look filling me up, baby? I love you so much, Tamaki.”

With a soft moan, he sighed and brought his strong arms around your waist to get a better hold to bounce you up and down on him.

“Oh fuck, Tama, right there!” You gripped his left bicep but he tossed your arm off.

A surprised squeak escaped your lips, not expecting for Tamaki to suddenly  grab you behind the neck and manhandle you over the edge of the bed.

You heard some wet, squishy sounds before feeling several slimy, muscular appendages tighten around your waist and hoist you up onto your knees.

Cheeks lit aflame with embarrassment, you tried to hold your head down but four pale fingers and a thumb gripped your jaw.

“Now, now, that’s not fair, bunny…you said to look, remember?”

You did as your lover asked and brought your own e/c eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Good girl. Now stay still while I wreck all of your little bratty holes…” 

A scream echoed around the room as Tamaki transformed both his fingers and tongue into multiple, slithering, maroon tendrils.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Do you come by it honestly? (this halo, bright, that weighs you down?)

split like a thunderstruck tree trunk - series masterlist here

pairing: takami keigo x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)

length: 1.4k

genre: street racer hawks & street fighter reader !! angsty comfort

warnings: vague and minor injuries from being in a fight, they're both kinda sad and kinda unwell, hope within despair light within darkness, you get what I mean

a/n: this might be cursed idk tell me what you think tho bc I will write so so much more

"Nice fight tonight," Keigo drawls, and you hum in agreement without looking up. It's dark in the back alley that you've found yourself in, the summer air humid and sticky as you lean against the bricks. He watches as you light your cigarette, your lighter flickering gold and red across your face for a moment before you shove it back in your pocket. "Shame about the face, babe."

"Comes with the territory," you murmur in response, but the bruise blooming on your jaw hurts just the same, throbbing as your head spins. 

"Makes me glad I didn't watch tonight," Keigo mutters in response, and his touch is gentler than you feel it should be when he reaches out to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head slightly to see the bruise better under the dull light of a nearby streetlamp. "Made good money off it, though."

"Lucky you," you say dryly, but then you soften a bit as his hand moves to the back of your neck, running across the taut muscles. "Sorry I missed your race."

"Don't worry about it, baby. I still win even when you're not there."

"Cocky" you quip.

"Just how you like me," he retorts, a grin flashing across his face. His eyes, though, stay trained on the bruise on your cheek, his brows twitching into a subconscious furrow. He's standing close enough that the smell of him curls around you, gasoline and leather and sweat from his race.

"Sometimes," you muse quietly, and you find that the cigarette between your fingers has become largely unappealing. When you move to throw it onto the ground, though, Keigo snatches it, his hand shooting out with reflexes that your eyes have a hard time following, so you opt to just lean your head back against the alley wall and watch him tilt his head away from you to blow a puff of smoke, instead.

"What's got you feeling like this tonight, hm?" he asks gently, and you narrow your eyes at him - at his constant perception and razor-sharp reads of you. 

"You made good money off me tonight?"

"You know I always bet on you, baby," he responds easily - like it's a given, like it's everlasting, that he'll be right behind you the whole way through. 

"Lucky," you drawl. "You know I was supposed to go down tonight?"

"Huh?" he blinks at you, throwing the ignored cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with the heel of his boot. "You rigging fights now?"

"No," you say sharply. "But sometimes they wish I would."

"Why don't you then?" he pushes, like he doesn't know the answer already.

"Because I like winning too much," you snap back, and he makes a thoughtful face while he hums. Somewhere nearby, a car passes and its headlights pour liquid gold onto the two of you for the briefest moment, Keigo's sharp eyes watching the way you frown up at him.

"You ever won a fight that way?" he asks lowly. You freeze for just a moment, the insinuation making something in your chest squeeze painfully. 

"Fuck you," you scoff, pushing yourself up from the brick wall and walking past him, out of the alley and away from the pool of hidden darkness. Keigo follows you, of course, dutifully chasing after you as you walk down the sidewalk with your hands shoved into the pockets of your leather jacket.

"I'm not accusing you," he yells after you, and you stop abruptly, turning on your heel to face him. You're standing under the streetlight now, the light flooding down onto you as he stands just beyond its reach.

"How about your win tonight?" you say sarcastically. "Huh? You come by that honestly?"

"I didn't cheat," he assures. "I don't. But you and I both know we can't say any of this is honest."

"You don't cheat?" you retort. "And I've gotta, what, just take your word for that?"

"I'd take your word for it, too, love. I don't know why you won't just say it."

"Because I shouldn't have to," you say bluntly. "Because you should know by now."

"What? You?"

"Yea."

"I do know you," he says easily. You roll your eyes.

"Clearly not."

"I know you well enough to know you'd never cheat," he says lowly, and you find yourself scoffing from where you stand in the halo of light, crossing your arms.

"Then why'd you ask?" It's a challenge, the way you say it - but you've found that it's the only one he won't rise to. You find that he's the only one who won't fight you, opting instead to kiss your wounds and clean the blood off of you with tender hands, instead.

"Because it needed to be said," Keigo says simply - like it should make sense, like you should understand the way that he runs laps around your mind.

"No, it didn't."

"Yes, it did," he insists. "Because it proves something, babe."

"What?" you quip. "What point are you deciding to prove tonight?"

"That you need to trust me more. That you need to have a little faith."

"Faith?" you spit. "Of fuck, here we go."

"I'm serious, baby." Keigo takes a step closer as he speaks, his boots right on the edge of the pool of light that you stand in, the streetlamp flickering slightly and casting a hazy, ever-changing glow down onto you. "You gotta take a step forward."

"I thought you said you knew me?" you murmur. "Gotta know me enough to know I trust you by now."

"I do know you," he insists - like it's fact, like it's something holy in his hands.

"You're proving that you don't, Kei."

"I know you," he repeats, and when he steps forward again, placing himself into the spotlight that you stand in, he blinks and squints slightly at the change. "I know you."

"What is it that you think you know?" you press, but you find that you're not really looking to win anymore. You find that maybe you want him to land a hit - you want him to prove that you're not alone in the ring, that he's in your corner and he has your back.

"I know that it keeps you up at night that you're the only speck of light in this place," Keigo says quietly, and you feel the world shift beneath your feet just a bit too much. He sees your unsteadiness - he always does. And he presses on, surer of our own footing than you are these days. "I just wanted you to say it out loud. Because I know you need to."

"How would you know what I need?"

"Because I know you," he says, with a resoluteness that belongs somewhere else.

"Whatever," you say weakly.

"And because I love you," he continues, with a solidness that you're sure used to belong to you.

"Whatever." It's a murmur, a plea whispered into the night, into the darkness that feels as if it's bearing down on you. Keigo reaches out his hand, his palm bright in the pooling, golden light of the streetlamp, and you glare at him in response - widening your stance and planting your feet. He laughs.

"You're not in the ring right now, babe. I'm not here to fight you," he reminds you - and you think that he should be angrier. You think that he should forgive you less.

"Aren't you? Isn't everyone?" It feels a bit hysterical even to your own ears, but you find that you can't help it, and you discover that you don't mind.

"No. That's my point," he responds patiently. You stare at his hand, at the light that collects in his outstretched palm. "I'm not here to win." You think, as you stare at him, that perhaps you both need that - perhaps you both need something that isn't a fight - isn't a race. Perhaps you both need something different.

And so you take his hand, your bruised knuckles flashing in the yellow light as the warmth of his palms hits yours. And he tugs you - out of the spotlight and into the winding, endless darkness of the city streets and back alleys. And you follow willingly, away from the shining streetlamps, blinking in the sudden, unknown darkness. And perhaps, you think, you've both won something tonight.

[nightfall-kachiniko]

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

[skipper19]

Why is Keigo Takami so Bruno Mars coded?

The cocky attitude, "Can have anyone I want and every girl will fall for me if they stay with me too long." The "I have too much money to spend, you can have it all."

But also, "You broke my heart, and I want you back. I can't be with anyone else if it's not you." He's so, "Please come back. He can't love you like I can. I'm going crazy without you, and I wish I would have treated you better."

[effloradox]

The balls the Host Club run are known around Ouran as being some of the highlights of the school’s social calendar. Given your friendship with the twins, you’ve always been in attendance as a kind of moral support should the event get too overwhelming for them. That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself whilst you’re there though. Especially since they have a plan for this ball. You’ve managed to stay out of the plan to get Kanako and Toru to acknowledge their shared feelings so at least you get to try and enjoy yourself.

That’s how you found yourself in the arms of Tamaki as you slow dance around the hall to pass some time. In a moment of indulgence he dips you slightly, causing you to burst into a quiet fit of giggles.

"Do you treat all your guests like this?" Tamaki laughs at your question, a soft sounds that reminds you of bells gently chiming in a breeze.

"I think we both know you're more than a guest." You smile at his words, even if you don’t believe them. He sounds sincere, but given his job it’s probably a tone he practices to himself in the mirror.

"Respectfully, I disagree." The smile on Tamaki’s face slips slightly at your response and the expression on his face is one you're unfamiliar with on the host prince’s face. Contemplative isn’t a word you usually associate with Tamaki but it suits the expression on his face perfectly.

"Whether you want to admit it or not, you're a part of our family (Y/N). You always have been." His words leave you frozen to the spot as he drops your hand and takes a small step back. He bows slightly, dipping his head and breaking your eye contact. “Have a good night. I’m sure I’ll see you again later in the evening.”

You watch as a guest of the event quickly comes to steal his attention now that your time together is seemingly up, and you're left alone on the dance floor, your eyes never leaving the blond. Who knew Tamaki could wield such charisma?

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[lilacgaby]

tamaki x a way more shy and introverted female reader please? 🥺

yess this is too cute

amajiki who met you the day the class chose hero names, you both shakily hanging out in the back of the class hoping they'd forget you two didn't go up yet.

you, who saw his hero name, 'suneater' and thought it was so cool. so cool in fact, that you accidentally said your thoughts out loud, and panicked. amajiki swore he even saw the light leave your eyes when you made eye contact with him, not like he was doing any better either.

since then, you two began to speak to eachother. you know how when you do a group project with a bunch of introverts you have to pretend to be an extrovert for a while? that's you with tamaki.

being around you gives him surges of confidence that fuel his courageous acts! of course, the acts are only ordering food and speaking up for the two of you, but it's a lot in your opinion.

he struggles with verbalizing his thoughts for you, so he usually intertwines pinkies with you whenever either of you have to publicly speak of any kind, or do anything out of your comfort levels.. which is basically anything that involves talking out of your circle.

when you two start dating, while there's no heavy pda, you two will become eachothers comfort. holding hands, leaning up against eachother, hiding behind each other (doesn't matter if you're shorter than him when there's a will there's a way!), very hesitantly kissing each other on the cheeks and then freaking out.

you two are just adorable sweethearts who live in your own little world :((

[carefreecoffee]

Fluffmas Day 9: Icy hands w/ Keigo Takami

Word count: 1k, Gender-neutral Reader

Keigo opened up the front door to his home, having finished a long shift on patrol from noon until the sun had begun setting.

He quietly slipped his shoes off and closed the door behind him glancing around until he saw you curled up on the couch bundled up in a bunch of your shared blankets as you watched the television. “Hey Birdy” A smirk tugged at his lips as he made his way to and sat down next to you.

“Ya look like a burrito” He teased gently, running hand over your covered leg.

You grin, glancing above the blanket and meeting his golden eyes with a smirk. “Comfier than you by a long shot”

He let out a soft scoff, leaning against the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He reached over and gave your blankets a light tug “Oh yeah? It’s true your comfy and warm but, I’m comfier and warmer, no doubt”

He scooched toward you a bit more, “Can I join ya in that little burrito of yours?” A playful smile tugged at his lips and without even waiting for a response, Keigo shifted so that he was closer to you, his wing lightly draping itself over you to join in the cocoon of warmth.

You yelp, a small chuckle escaping you as he huddles under. His hands raise to your arms in order to properly cuddle until he feels the temperature of your skin in vast contrast.

He let out a small huff, his hands roaming down to your legs that were draped around his waist. “Christ your hands are like ice, and you're freezing” Keigo shifted slightly so that you were now sprawled on top of him, shifting closer to you and draping the blanket back over the two of you properly. “How’re you so damn cold?”

You shrug, “Jus' how i run i guess” You run your hands up his clothed arms before getting a rather devious idea. Slowly you ran your hand up and quickly placed them upon the nape of his neck.

Sullen of being cold, the sudden feeling of your icy cold hands on his neck made him jump slightly. “Gah cold! Hands not that damn cold” He yelped quickly burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and warm up. In return he retaliated by doing the same to you, running his warm hands along your arms and up to your neck.

You shiver as his warm hands trace along your colder body, “Jesus you're burning!”

Keigo laughed as you shivered when his warm hands touched your cold body. He lightly traced patterns along the expanse of your body with one of his warm hands, his other hand gently cupped the back of your head giving him more access to bury his head into your neck, his hair lightly tickling your face. “And you're absolutely freezing, seriously how are you this cold?!”

You shrug once more, glancing down at him cheekily. “I don't know but it's kinda funny seeing you so scared of my hands” You wiggle them toward him creepily, a grin emerging on your face as you notice his eyes widen.

His eyes widened as you moved your hands towards him, clearly showing that he was trying not to cringe as your cold hands grew closer. “Hey! Don’t touch me with your ice cube hands, they’re way too cold” he scolded, lightly swatting at your hands.

In retaliation, you move them under his compressed work shirt, trapping them there as you run them along his chest.

He let out a strangled gasp as your icy cold hands made their way under his shirt. He shivered as the sensation of the sudden coldness on his skin, he let out a low grumble as your hands settled on his chest. “C-Cold! Dammit your hands are cold stop! They’re freezing, get ‘em off!”

You chuckle at the reaction, getting exactly as you wanted. With nowhere else to go, he rolled out onto the carpeted floor, taking you with him as you yelped, his wings still making sure that you didn't get hurt.

A quiet ‘oof’ left his lips as the two of you fell, he ended up pinning you to the ground, his body hovering over yours. He tried to give you a stern glare but the small smile on his lips gave away how he was actually feeling “Oh, you think this is funny huh?!”

In the midst of your giggling fit, he took one of the many blankets off of the couch, beginning to wrap you up in the blanket skillfully, rolling you into a proper burrito at this point.

With you now all wrapped up in the blanket, Keigo sat on top of your hips, preventing you from being able to try and break free. He sat with a smirk on his face “Now what’re you gonna do now? You’re all wrapped up like a little present!”

You move your head a bit, testing the mobility of your arms and legs. “You suck, Kei” A pout forms on your face as you glared up at him.

Keigo chuckled at your attempt to move, leaning forward as he placed his hands on either side of your head, a playful yet mocking smile appearing on his lips “Aww, you’re pinned down and can’t move. Sounds like a skill issue”

Your mouth drops open in shock at the insult, feigning offense. “You little shit!”

A bark of laughter left his lips seeing your shocked reaction “Now now, no need for language like that. I’m just teasing you.” He leaned down closer to your face, his golden brown eyes gleamed as he smirked at you.

You sigh, giving into the situation, a small smile finding your face. “Yeha yeah, Birdy” He hummed happily, leaning down and finally pecking your lips.

“Jesus! Even your lips are cold!” He hopped off of you, letting you unwrap yourself as he walked down the hallway. “I'm running you a hot bath!”

All you could do was chuckle, laying on the ground as you caught your breath from the cheeky endeavor, knowing that in the moment, you had the best life you could ask for with the best bird-brain in the world.

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