#hawks blurb

[kyojurismo]

gamer!keigo who has a youtube / twitch channel where he plays and goes live almost everyday, playing a variety of video games to keep his audience interested in the contents he create & is very active on socials. then one day you happen to enter his room and give him the food he ordered before starting the live and when his fans see you on screen they start bombarding the chat. keigo notices and decides to let you sit there for a while as you feed him while he plays, you’re quiet most of the time as to not disturb you, but then once he’s done he leans over you and kiss your lips in front of millions of spectators and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and surprised since he wanted you away from that world — he knows people can be mean and doesn’t want you to feel bad or guilty for literally nothing.

goatkeigo: KEIGO IS DATING SOMEONE ?!

keigbby: NO WAY THEY JUST KISSED IN FRONT OF US

hxigo: WHAT THE FVCK GUYS. HE NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT IT

[gamergirl-niffler]

number 7, please write it with no one else but Keigo Takami ♥

Niffler's note: OoooOOooooOOOO! Painting together! With Hawks! As someone who likes to paint... I say YES!

Am I An Artist? || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Taking your easel and painting equipment out onto the balcony was the first thing you did this morning.

You weren't given much opportunity to paint beautiful landscapes living in the city, but observing life below gave you ideas for new paintings. Particularly today, when the weather was nice and sunny, which meant more people came out.

In your little chair, you sat absorbed in thoughts, looking at the world around you.

Within minutes, you felt a weight resting on your shoulders, upper back, and head.

Keigo sighed, placing his head on top of yours. "You left me alone," he muttered. He had a rare day off, and you left him alone? He was all alone in the big bed! How could you do that? Another dramatic sigh escaped Keigo, and soon his tired, golden eyes landed on the still empty canvas. It made more sense now, whenever the weather was good enough, you loved to paint. He smiled and hugged you. "Any interesting ideas?”

Putting your palms on his arms, you shook your head. "Not yet. Sometimes it takes time."

Keigo nodded and yawned, stretching his wings lazily. "Yeah, right."

You stayed like this for a while. While you were deep in your imagination, he was basically lying on top of you, enjoying your presence and the warm sun kissing his wings.

In an instant, he was struck by a brilliant idea. It's probably the finest one ever. "Hey! I have a great idea! Let's paint together."

You looked up at him with astonishment as you blinked at the sudden idea. "Excuse me?" It's not like you thought the idea was bad, but he has never shown much interest in your hobby. It's true, he liked to watch you work and often complimented your paintings and hobby, but he never said anything more than that. That was quite a surprise.

As soon as you looked at Hawks, he smiled. "Like a couple spending some pleasant time together. Just us, doing something original. My little feather is already a pro at painting."

You eagerly nodded and hurried to gather your things as soon as possible. "We can go to my workshop! There is an additional easel, as well as more canvas."

Keigo watched you run back to the flat after collecting your stuff. As he followed you, he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

There was already a little workshop set up and ready for two people. As you waited for him, you sat in front of the empty canvas set on the wooden easel.

He sat down next to you and looked at the empty canvas. "I was wondering what we could paint," Keigo hummed.

You shook your head and smiled at him. "Maybe we should paint whatever we want, and then we can discuss it?" 

He nodded, agreeing to the idea after considering it.

At the beginning, you painted whatever came into your head, while Keigo worked hard on his own masterpiece. 

As he focused on his own masterpiece, you could see him painting with his tongue sticking out just a little - it was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

Despite working for at least an hour, you didn't paint anything interesting, just a random cat you spotted on the street. You couldn't focus and make better paintings when your beloved boyfriend distracted you, even if he wasn't aware he did.

You loved the faces he made while working and how eagerly he played with the paints. It was oh so cute!

“I'm done!” Keigo exclaimed happily and looked at your painting. “Wow! My work isn't as good as yours, but I'm so proud of it. Come see it!"

Standing right next to him, you tilted your head, watching the many colors. It was hard to tell what it was.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize that face," he sighed as you shook your head. "That's Endeavor, isn't that obvious?"

Despite not seeing it at first, you made an oh sound and nodded. Could it be that you needed to look closer? Ultimately, it didn't matter, he did an amazing job and you both enjoyed this activity and quiet time spent together.

As soon as Keigo returned home after another assignment, both paintings hung on the wall in the living room, framed in wooden frames that you had bought and painted yourself to match the paintings. As a result, he was even prouder of himself.

As a matter of fact, you were proud of him as well, since he had discovered his creative side that had been hidden for too long.

[dustedfics]

MHA Boys reacting to you being attacked!

characters: shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks

warnings: mention of blood, broken bones

a/n: first post OMGGG 🥹 I hope ppl read this!!

[sahkuna]

content warning(s): a ramble abt gojo and his light spit kink, fingering+kissin combo, moderate smut so mdni sankyou

gojo accidental spit kink haver satoru.

NOW STAY WITH ME. it all stemmed from the one time you found him lazing about on his couch, a couple wrappers deep into some hard candy.

before you left his place, you leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss onto gojo's lips. very innocent, nothing inherently erotic or sexual here, right? but as the saying goes... if you give a mouse a cookie...

so, if you give gojo a kiss: he's going to want more.

gojo meets you with vigor, relishing in the way your lips slightly part for him to deepen the kiss. his mouth slotting against yours with great fervour.

it isn't until you've pulled away from a dazed gojo that he realizes that the candy he once was sucking on is gone; out of his mouth and...

"see you, satoru!" you chirped, poking your tongue at the man to reveal the shiny ball of candy seated at the tip of it.

...with you.

at the time, he didn't know why he got so fucking hard when he saw his candy in your mouth. but when the incidents happen again, and then again, and again, he has a slight MAJOR hunch as to what might be stoking the flames settling low at his belly.

it starts off with him wanting to share his candy with you whenever he so happened to have some. but, "no, no, no! it's not fun if you eat it alone! here, hold on." he'd say, right before slipping the sucker into his mouth. his smile turns all warm and gooey when he pops it out and offers it to you, watching the way you don't even hesitate to put it in your mouth— crunching the candy between your teeth to finish off the job he couldn't and wouldn't do.

however, the slow descent toward the absence of candy was not lost on you. especially when his habit would butt its head when you two were in the bedroom.

to put it frankly, gojo wants his spit in your mouth. badly.

with one hand, the pads of his fingertips press insistently on your cheeks, lightly squeezing them to watch the way your lips part and gape for him.

gojo's other hand had two of its fingers curling meanly inside of you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit. between panting breaths, with hazy blue eyes gojo brings your face closer to his, your lips slotting wetly together.

when he pulls away the sound of him working you open, the faint wet clicking of you getting fingered drifts across the still air. "open— open your mouth for me," he breathes, his voice strained.

and when you do, he swears his heart sings. satoru puckers his lips and hollows his cheeks as he watches with focused eyes the sinful slide of his saliva drool into your mouth.

when you register what had just happened, gojo's already slipping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace with a newfound purpose.

"you liked that, huh?" he asks you ever so sweetly. a wicked grin tugs at gojo's lips when he watches you swallow, when your pussy squeeze a little tighter on his fingers.

his hand's no longer on your cheeks, but rather sliding down to work open the button and zip of his pants. "gonna make me feel it? make me feel how much you like it when i spit in your mouth, sweetheart."

satoru has found one new thing to obsess over.

[doumadono]

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

[whirlybirbs]

I beg beg beg beg beg BEG you for something with Hawks, I know that man would whimper so pretty 😈❤️

You're writing is absolutely fucking incredible and has single handedly sucked me down the rabbit hole of mha again

KEIGO TAKAMI swallows roughly.

He's voice shakes.

"Come on, chickadee, please," he whimpers, his lips parted as his bare chest rises and falls quickly, "This isn't f-fair, I need to touch myself—"

His wings twitch.

It's getting harder to deny the begging — but, he's been good. The video call is verging on an hour now. An hour of smitten, filthy dirty talk punctuated by your own shameless orgasms. Each time, you make sure to whine and whimper his name; your arousal is shaped entirely by his reaction. It's all about the flutter of frustrated wings, the tensing of his jaw, the way he stares at his phone's screen like a man dying of thirst.

So, you relent.

"You're such a sweet birdy, Keigo," you coo, your own mused appearance blinking back at you in the top corner of the screen, "Show me how you touch yourself."

You relent only because he asked so nicely.

Only because he's so pretty, his legs spread wide and his cock slick with pre-cum. Keigo's black and gold thermal tech is rolled up past his chiseled abdomen, hiked over the swell of his pecs. His flight suit's pants are tugging low on his thighs — not entirely off, but low enough that you can see the chord of muscle tense there when he whimpers your name.

Then, you can see his eyes roll back behind his tinted yellow visor.

"F-Fuuuuuck," he reverberates lowly; you can see his wings beginning to twitch, a tell-tale giveaway that he's close. His head drops back, his throat bobbing, before his breathes become a little bit more erratic and his pace a bit sloppier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you — I miss you so fucking much, chickadee, I miss you, please, oh — shit, I'm gonna—"

It's cute the way he whines your name when he cums. It's cute the way his wings ruffle and shake as his orgasm knocks his breath away, and how a beat or two after he sags with relief.

There's a mess painted across his abs and his cheeks are pint.

You couldn't be happier. Keigo sits up slowly, his heart still hammering and breath still stolen.

"God, I fucking love you."

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]

[gemini-sensei]

Baby | Hawk Moskowitz x Teen Mom!Reader

Chubby!Reader - Blurb - based off of this POST

I'm still uncertain about writing Johnny, so I hope this is alright. @sensei-venus <3

It was an average day for Johnny; wake up, eat breakfast, teach karate, then buy groceries before going home. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, just getting the essentials and something for the night, including a pack of Coors. He planned to be in and out of the store in five minutes. However, the last thing he expected to find inside was his student who had ditched class that day.

Hawk was a great student; he took every lesson and perfected it flawlessly. He was a great fighter, a champion even. Before that, he was a nerd, a rule follower, a nice kid, and some part of that old Hawk still lived somewhere inside of him. So it wasn't within his character to suddenly miss training for any reason.

So when Johnny saw the tall mohawk down an aisle, he wanted to know what was up. But someone blocked his path and the kid was gone before he could walk up to him. He looked for him for a little bit but it was as if he disappeared into thin air. He gave up after just a couple of minutes so he could go home and started making his way to the coolers, telling himself he'd deal with Hawk tomorrow - tear into him for missing an important lesson.

As he walked through the aisles, a child started crying and Johnny rolled his eyes. He asked himself why people brought kids to places like the grocery store when they and everyone else weren't going to enjoy it. The crying grated on his ears and he thought it was about time he got out of there.

The beer coolers were only a few feet away from the dairy section and by the time he got there, the crying had stopped. As he made his way to the Coors section, he heard a familiar voice carry over the aisle. However, it was strange and like he'd never heard it before; bubbly and kid-like.

"What do you think she'll like, this one?" the voice asked in a baby-ish tone. "I think so."

Johnny couldn't help but peek around the corner to see what was going on. He was flabbergasted to see Hawk - the most recent ATV champion and one of the toughest kids he knew - holding a chubby baby on his hip as he looked at yogurt. The baby held onto his shirt collar while chewing on her other hand with her gums. Hawk put whatever kind of yogurt he'd picked out into a shopping cart and smiled at the baby.

"Mission accomplished," he said, as if the baby understood him. She laughed anyway.

Hawk turned and took the shopping cart with one hand, holding the baby girl on his hip. He carried on down the aisle, turning the corner.

"What the Hell?" Johnny asked himself.

He couldn't help following behind, momentarily forgetting his beer. When he reached the end of the aisle, he peeked around the corner to see where Hawk had gone with the baby, seeing them looking at a little display of toy cars. The bubbly baby girl reached out and tried to grab one of the packaged toys, to which Hawk grabbed it and handed it to her.

"You want this one? I'm sure Mama won't mind if you get one," he said. She squealed happily, shaking the toy in the air with a tight grip. He nodded along as if agreeing with her happy screams. "Yeah, that's lots of fun, isn't it?"

He set her down in the shopping cart now that she had something to entertain herself with. Not two seconds later, a girl around his age came up to the cart and placed some cereal boxes inside. Then she smiled at the baby and Hawk before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He put his arm around her thick waist and pulled her into his side, returning the kiss on the cheek. Johnny could just barely see the baby between them, but she watched them with big, enamored eyes.

It was at that moment that Johnny realized that the baby looked like the girl and that she was the girl's mother. And if that was the baby's "Mama", did that mean Hawk was the baby's father? How the Hell did that happen?

When did that happen?

How had he kept all of this to himself?

As the couple moved on through the store, Johnny had seen enough and ducted back between the shelves. He slowly moved himself back to the beer coolers, body on autopilot as he took a deep dive into what he had just witnessed. He grabbed his Coors and then carried himself to the checkout line. He hated self-checkout and wished someone would come around to do this for him as he scanned barcodes whilst he tried to piece together how Hawk of all people had had a baby with someone, gone to school, gone to karate practice, and won the All Valley. It was mind-boggling to him.

It was another day of training. Everyone was going through their stretches to start the day off right. Everyone except for Hawk, who wasn't there at all. It was another day of training without Hawk.

Johnny was a little peeved until he remembered what he had witnessed. But instead of letting it be, he walked over to Hawk's closest friends while they were stretching and chatting about whatever.

"Hey, did any of you know Hawk has a kid?" he asked. Not even a hello.

"What?!" "-are you talking about?" "Are you drunk?"

He glared as they all talked over each other, not appreciating their attitudes and questions. Though it answered his. "Oookay. So none of you knew about that?"

"What are you even talking about?" Miguel asked, giving him a questionable look. If anyone were going to know about a Baby Hawk, it was going to be him and Demetri first and foremost. "Hawk doesn't have a kid."

"Affirmative," Demetri said.

"I saw him just yesterday with a kid on him, talking all that baby talk crap," Johnny said. He crossed his arms over his chest, firm in his belief given what he'd seen. "His girlfriend even looks like she popped a kid out, ya know. All wide and still has the baby fat."

Sam's jaw dropped. "That's no way to talk about Hawk's girlfriend-"

"That we have no idea about," Robby interjected.

"That's just rude," Sam finished.

Johnny looked at her weirdly. "What? She isn't here?"

"That doesn't matter," Miguel clarified, then quickly moved on to the next - and more pressing - topic of conversation. "Hawk has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, and a baby," Johnny said, becoming tired of running in these circles. He'd said what he said, told them the truth. Why wasn't that enough for them? "I saw what I saw, man. Hawk is with this... chubby" he cut a look at Sam and she didn't look totally annoyed by him, "chick, and they were all over each other and they had that baby. The baby looked just like her too."

"That doesn't necessarily mean that's her baby," Tory said, rolling her eyes and walking away. "This is literally too dumb for me to keep listening to."

"Yeah, maybe that's her sibling or something," Miguel suggested. He looked at Johnny. "Are you sure you're not jumping to any conclusions?"

"No way," Johnny told him. He racked his brain to make sure he hadn't overlooked anything, only to remember the cutesy talk between Hawk and his girlfriend that he'd overheard. "He called her 'hot mama' and shit like that, so I'm sure. I know it. That's his little family or whatever."

Demetri was unconvinced. "Not possible. If I was an uncle. I'd know it."

Sam crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. "I don't know. Hawk has been pretty secretive lately."

"And he's missing a lot of training without telling us why," Robby added.

"But before all of that started, everything was normal," Miguel said. He was also unconvinced, sure that his best friend would tell him about something so life-changing. "If he got someone pregnant, he'd wanna be there with her. Nine months and then some is a long time to even hide something like that, ya know?"

The group of teens stood divided and Johnny was proud of it for some reason. He was just happy to be right, leaving the teens to mull over the situation he had brought to them, sure of himself that he'd made the right call. They were ready to text Hawk and ask questions but before one of them could retrieve their phone, Daniel came out and started the class by calling everyone together.

It was a strange day after that. No one could focus, their thoughts all on Hawk and the unknown girlfriend and baby Johnny have brought their attention too. Except for Tory, who didn't let it bother her because, as she said, it was too dumb to pay attention to.

to be continued?

[fictionalsownme]

"Touch" | season 6 ! keigo takami x reader | WIP BLURB

Hiya! So I've noticed recently that I almost never post my writing on here, even though I write all the time. I'm just so easily distracted I almost never finish things, but I thought I'd start sharing what I do have so some of these little bits can see the light of day hehe :) here's a bit a wrote about how hawks' and the reader's dynamic might shift after his burn and after his personality changes a bit!

disclaimer: this blurb is unedited and unfinished. just wanted to share some WIPs! Enjoy!

Recently, Hawks— Keigo— had been touching you even more than normal.

You would say he’s finding excuses for physical contact, but there’s not even reasons most of the time.

It’d been about a week since you started riding around with him, Jeanist, and Endeavor. All Might, Deku, and some other pros were part of the efforts, too.

Being a civilian, you knew you brought them more risk than aide, but you weren’t totally useless. And now Hawks— now Keigo— insisted on you being by his side.

It’s not as if you and him had never touched before. In the year you’d known him and worked for him, the two of you had actually gotten really close. And when his name was revealed to the public, he asked you to start calling him that all the time.

No one else, just you. It was taking some getting used to.

It wasn’t long after that the touching started. The near constant physical contact.

A steady hand at your back seemed to be his favorite. But there were other motions too. Touching your arm, playing absently with the edge of your jacket, nudging his shoe with yours. Even just keeping you within arms length seemed to be a must.

Not that you didn’t like it. You definitely did. Each touch was so warm and protective, it made you lightheaded. And in these times… any comfort was a blessing.

You figured that’s why he’d been doing it. Just basic coping, nothing more. You understood. Before all this mess, before he’d been burned, you had always been the first to offer hugs and reassurances. You’d even held hands once or twice. Platonically, of course. But nothing like this.

It wasn’t just the physical nature of your relationship changing, either.

He had this air about him when you were near. It simmered when he talked to you, when he touched you or looked in your eyes. An almost… protectiveness. Possessive.

It was the same with his name. He hadn’t asked a single other person to call him Keigo, and no one did. Except you. And he was adamant about it.

You were flattered, and happy to do this for him. But you were a bit embarrassed to admit that you’d been struggling to adjust. You kept using his hero name by mistake. At first he’d just corrected you with an unreadable expression, then started to tease you about it, but now he’d resorted to waiting until you got it right to respond at all. Even though he’d hadn’t been as outwardly playful since he’d been burned, you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you or anything. Another change you understood. He was being more authentic to who he was. More reserved and quiet and thinking. Again, an adjustment to be sure, but you were happy.

You didn’t mind this slightly new dynamic. In fact, you were hopelessly in danger of falling even more in love with him than you already were, the poor man.

You swore that if he slid his palm over the expanse of your back one more time, tenderly whispered your name like that, gave you instructions with a warm, grounding touch… you were going to lose it and confess on the spot.

You stumbled when one of the incapacitated villains stuck their foot out to trip you as you walked past. You glared at him. Tied, gagged, beat up, and still trying to cause shit.

You kicked at his foot.

“Come stand over here,” called Hawks’— fuck, Keigo’s— still slightly raspy voice.

You gave the villain one more stink eye, and came to stand next to where Keigo was leaning against the car. His hand went to your back immediately. Warm even through his glove and your sweater.

It truly concerned you how normal that was starting to feel. How disarming.

He gently rubbed your back with his thumb, his palm flat against your spine, waiting silently for Jeanist and Endeavor to come back with instructions for the goons.

The feeling of his hand… strong and grounding like an anchor… your eyes slid closed after only a few moments.

Like you said, lately comfort was desperately needed and hard to come by. You kept your back straight, clutching your bag to your chest, savoring the feeling of your best friend. There to keep you safe.

When your eyes opened, they slid over to him on instinct. He was watching you.

You cheeks flared but you kept his gaze. He wasn’t… anything really. Not happy or upset or surprised. He just looked back at you, his hand still against you.

God you swore… sometimes you were so ridiculously close to just grabbing him by the stupid jacket and kissing him senseless. Just to feel it, to feel him, to see what he would do. To see if it would really ruin your life like you told yourself it would.

This somewhat new side of him was intriguing to say the least. Not afraid of silence, of a blank expression, of showing he was thinking. Before his burn and the collapse of society, his training kept his expression in a claustrophobic range of cock-sure grin to open laughter. The only exception was when he was squaring off against villains, or simply too tired to mask himself properly. The later was still rare, however. He only ever willingly stopped presenting when the two of you were alone, and you were proud to say you’d gotten very good at seeing beneath it all.

But things were different now. He didn’t bother to hide. As his friend, it was a breath of fresh air, and it was nice to see no one else seemed to mind either. He still laughed and smiled and made stupid quips. But he didn’t bother to be someone he wasn't.

But he’d been changing too, inside. Everyone had. Less hero and more man. Maybe that’s why he’d asked you to start using his name.

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (This is yummy.✨😈, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, idk) ( @gemini-sensei )

Imagine if Hawk, who is teaching at the dojo, ends up going to a adult tournament. Of course he’s going under the dojo name. He wants to give the dojo another trophy. Maybe it’s a bit of his ego, maybe he’s just trying to be cool with boosting the dojo rep. He’s pumped to be able to join a new tournament. It feels like forever since he’s been in a full fledged league.

Of course this time his girlfriend is no longer just his girlfriend, she’s now his wife!

She’s so excited to see him fight in the big leagues. Sadly she didn’t get to see him fight when he first started karate. She’s so excited to get to see him on the mats hashing it out.

When the day finally come the event hall is buzzing with life. A good hundred people have showed up to watch the matches that would be held that day. All kinds of people have shown up to participate. Everyone is in awe as they walk in to see the mix of people. Some are from the States, some are from other countries that flew in just to be there. It’s almost dizzying with just how many people there are.

Johnny and Daniel tell the couple that they are going to meet them inside the main event room. They want to go watch some of the warm up matches. Heading off they leave the two alone for a moment. Hawk leads his wife all around the main hall explaining some of the simple things about the tournament and the grounds they are on. When they finally get to the main event room she is in pure shock. Dozens of pre-match warm-ups are going on all around the room.

It’s amazing to watch so many people show off their skills before the main event starts. The two watch a few matches, Hawk pointing out some of the moves and techniques. He points them out and explains them. Reader just nods as she tries to suck up all the new information.

She can’t believe he’s so fluent with all of the different techniques going on in the room.

She bites her cheek trying not to giggle, she knows her husband is smart.

Fast forward and Hawk is killing his opponents on the mats.

He’s won multiple matches, striking out half of the competition. He’s sweaty and tired but putting up a hell of a fight. Reader is cheering him on from the sidelines. Yelling out “Yes baby! Wooooo kick their ass Eli!!” while she jumps around. She feels like a little school girl with how excited she is. At this point she was his chubby little cheerleader. Johnny and Daniel are watching from the sensei area of the mats, their eyes trained on the match’s. Hawk is doing great and at the pace he’s going, he most likely will make it to the finals.

A few matches later and he does.

He faces off with only a hand full of people before the last match is to take place. He made it down to the last fight. He knows he’s going to have to step it up for this last match. He had to bring it home for the dojo’s name. The finale match is announced and the last two candidates are called for a break. The room quiets down as everyone waits for the final round to start again. A twenty-minute delay for the fighters to get cleaned up in the locker room.

The locker room is completely empty as Hawk makes his way back. Sweat is pouring down his face and neck. Half of his gi is soaked at this point. He grabs some towels to try and wipe it up as much of it as possible. So focused in trying to clean himself up he doesn’t notice Reader when she walks in. She creeps around the locker room for a moment, trying her best to stay quiet. Slowly she sneaks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He smirks as he eyes her up.

It’s only a minute or two later that he has his gi pants half down and his fat dick out. Thrusting into his wife’s tight cunt. She’s squeezing his dick like crazy as he fucks her on top of one of the locker room benches. They hardly fit on it but it doesn’t matter. Hawk is too busy watching his wife’s fat tits bounce around in his face. Top pulled down with her bra cups pushed down. He sucks fat hickies into them.

Licking and sucking as hard as he can, spit covers her whole chest but it just has her moaning more. Her legs are locked around his narrow hips. She try’s to pull him as close as she can. Nails digging into his creamy back leaving marks in their wake.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!” Her eyes cross as she’s pushed closer to her orgasm. Legs shaking with every new thrust. His dick hitting her spongy walls just right. It has her mouth-watering, her mind blank and her ears going. All she can focus on is the sexy man on top of her. The bench digs into her soft and fluffy back. She could care less, her toes curling by the minute.

“Fuck! Johnny always use to tell me not to fuck before a match, but fuck that! I have to fuck this fat pussy full! Creampie my slutty ass wife who can’t keep her hands to herself until the last match is over!” He snaps his hips extra hard into her. She groans at the feeling of him slamming into her cervix. His full balls slap against her fat ass. She can feel them twitch as he gets closer and closer.

They only have a few minutes until the final match starts.

“I’ll give you a champion! Please!! Oh fuck please Eli baby! Please cum inside me! I’m gonna cum!!” She squeals. Her eyes are rolling back at this point.

Hawk grunts, his tongue lavishing over his lips. A smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes that sparkles. He looks down at his wife’s blissed-out face. Watching where they are connected. A layer of creamy white froth covers her fat pussy lips, it bubbles from around his dick.

“A champion you say? Fucking cum on this dick and I’ll make sure I give you a camp. Cream on my cock Reader! Now!” He shoved her harder onto the bench below. His thrusts pick up and moments later he feels her convulsing under him. Her pussy tightness up into a death grip. Tight wall doing their best to milk him for his creamy cum. Her eyes roll back as she cums around her husband's thick cock.

Seconds later he is thrusting as deep as he can go and releasing rope after rope of streaming hot seed into her.

He feels the way her belly bloats under his hand.

They shear a heavy kiss as their orgasms tapper off. Stuck like that for just another minute or two. Both of them can hear the way the crowed outside the locker room has started to pick up again. They do their best to catch their breath again, a few more kisses exchanged. Slowly they pull away from each other and with a loud set of hisses Hawk pulls out of her puffy pussy. A thick stream of cum is slow to leak out of her used hole. Her clit twitch in the aftermath, her chubby belly rising a falling.

Quickly they clean up before heading back out to the crowded arena.

Reader with a slight limp as she makes her way back to the stands.

The whole time Johnny is just rolling his eyes as he watches them. He could tell by her limp and his smirk what they were doing in that locker room.

He chews him out later about it.

But the match goes perfectly. Hawk scores point after point until he hits a stand still. The person he is up against starts dodging faster and faster. They land a hit on him which has him spinning. He doubles down on his efforts, dogging their hits and learning their flaws. Soon enough he’s landing the last hit and earning the winning point!

The crowd goes wild once the referee announces that these the winner. Reader runs to him and hugs him, he's hugging her with one arm while the other one holds his new trophy. She gives him so many kisses along with lots of praise.

All of them end up going back to the dojo and celebrating. The new trophy is put on a big shelf on one of the main walls of the dojo. Later a picture taken of him after the tournament is placed above it. It's a sweet memory for all of them.

Especially when not even a full month later Reader is handing Eli a positive pregnancy test. A huge smile on her face.

“I told you I would give you a champion.”

“You mean OUR little champion right?”

Hawk grins as he kisses Reader's still-soft tummy.

[ki-ka-katsuki]

Keigo doesn’t like it when he can’t see your face while the two of you are intimate. He loves watching your every reaction to his touch, the way your mouth contorts in pure sensuality when his nails dig into your skin, often trying but failing to hold back your moans. Or how your eyes overflow with tears every time he goes too far with the teasing — for which he’s always sorry, but also a little excited.

One night, however, when you suddenly felt all brave and curious, you chose to entrap your man with a slightly different proposal from what you're used to, for once just lying down in front of him with your pretty butt on full display. A silent, but very obvious invitation.

You had no idea where that was going to lead to, though.

...

Keigo is completely losing it, panting heavily against the back of your neck, lips parted and eyes shut tightly as he pounds you from behind, forcing your stomach deep into the mattress with every thrust. "Keigo—!" you cry out, dizzy, pleasure choking your sore throat, and the man is so possessed he doesn't even register the slight panic in your tone. He's beside himself with frenzy. And it’s all your fault.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/N," he groans, just barely able to avoid his voice from cracking. He lowers his head further down into the crook of your neck, messily latching on any part of your skin his lips can find. You didn't think it was possible, but somehow he manages to pick up the pace even more.

"K-Keigo I— shit, s-slow down!"

He doesn't hear you. Can't hear you. There's just this high-pitched, white noise growing higher and louder in his mind, leaving him deaf to your desperate calls for attention. Later, he will apologize for it a thousand times, or however many times you will find suitable, but right now, he's too far gone.

The blond holds his breath, caging you underneath his working body with strong arms. He’s got a firm hand on your hip to keep you right where he needs you to be, his ruffled wings waving in synch with you for leverage.

Honestly, he didn't think this would feel so good.

Between breathy curses and sloppy kisses, it's the way how Keigo's chest and abdomen continuously rub against your arched back that eventually sends the both of you over the edge. It makes you feel incredibly hot and so damn close to each other, and apart from all the lewd stuff, it is really the comfort of such closeness that allows you to just let yourself go and fall into the abyss of rapture. Together.

As you cry out your lover’s name one last time, Keigo empties himself deep inside your core, rope after rope, never once letting go of your squirming body — not until the waves of his intense release subside.

A single feather lands beside you, its soft filaments caressing your burning cheek along the way, and it comes to rest on the back of your hand, still trembling from how tightly you had to cling to the sheets.

"Kei..." you mumble into the fabric, catching the soft feather between your fingertips.

You're heavy — is what you want to tell him, since you find it hard to breathe underneath his weight, but the words don't come out. Instead, you find yourself savoring the moment of your worn-out boyfriend panting in your ear, completely spent and exhausted as he lies on top of you, not ready to part just yet.

But the sweet, whispered row of apologies follows soon after. Of course it does, because Keigo is the last person to forget whenever he’s been a bit too much to handle for his pretty babybird. So he props himself up, turning you to face him, and showers you with a bunch of soothing kisses to make up for any kind of discomfort he might have caused you. It’s the least he could do, right? After all, as a hero, it’s his duty to make sure you’re properly taken care of.

© @ki-ka-katsuki. do not repost or plagiarize.

[mysicklove-main]

flirty bartender keigo who hits on you when you complain about your boyfriend. rests his arms on the bar and leans forward while he watches you sip at your drink.

grins at you with your first couple of drinks saying stuff like, “sweetheart, he doesn’t deserve you.” or “cmon love, y’know id treat you better”

tries to do silly tricks to try to make you laugh. throwing bottles in the air and catching them behind his back. or making jokes to other customers and acting fake wounded when a guy buys you a drink.

but by the end of the night he’s cutting you off and carrying you to your uber. shoots you a wink, before saying, “same time next week?” and all you can do is nod with a small smile.

[miloformula123fan]

Hey, can I request something (don't really care what, I just want to read something about this 😭) about Y/N being Max (or Charles or both 👀) best friend, but everyone (from the grid, their team and the fans) think they're dating, but Y/N is actually either aroace or not into guys (maybe she even has a girlfriend). Eventually someone of them snaps and she brings her gf to a race or wears a shirt with a giant asexual pun on it. 🙈

I hope this is not too specific (or not specific enough idk 😭) and I would love if you could do something like that.

okay I'll be honest I loved this, but my layout was not going well so this turned into a blurb

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

Okay I apologise, I really wanted to get this out, so I did turn this into a blurb

And I loved how detailed this request was - i really don’t mind how detailed you get as long as I can write something

Y/N grew up with Max and Charles

So even before they made it to f1, the fangirls were shipping it

And it wasn’t that big of a deal

Until it was 

Aka all the media questions were about her relationship

And her attempted soft launch on her insta

It got a bit annoying when Christian joked about her letting Max win the championship 

And Callum and the mechanics were constantly making jokes and laughing at the 2 of them

And when she spent 10 of a 15 minute press conference answering questions about Max and Charles 

Yeah she’d had enough

So she brought her girlfriend to a race.

(probably Maya Hawke, cause let’s be honest every lesbian and bi girl has a crush on her)

So it’s just the 2 ultimate women together

The world goes crazy

Christian just turns round and goes ‘why didn’t you tell me?’

It gets worse when Y/N rocks up to the press conference, not in her red bull shirt but this shirt

Twitter goes wild

Any of coure Y/N wins the race for Maya

(i can’t even drive and I would win the race for Maya)

[apollostears]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ！︎ʽ︎ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢

‥︎ uhh idk what to call this. a blurb ? KEEP READING !

‥︎‥︎‥︎ ANGST

“i’ll change” he always said. in the beginning the words sounded promising—︎legit. now, as she catches him in yet another lie, “i’ll change” wretches itself from his chapped lips. the words fall with a loud thud on the cool tile beneath them. the weight of the untold lie weighing it down. she hears it. the same way you can hear when a bowling ball drops on a hard ground. he hears it too. but its a different sound. its the sound of something expensive begin bulldozed to the ground, shattered into unsalvageable pieces. it was the sound of her heart breaking, because she knew what he meant. “i’ll change, but not for you.”

…︎…︎…︎ ❛︎ toji, hawks, sanemi, suna, renji, ichigo, trevor belmont, eren + whoever else ❜︎

[doumadono]

Morning, how are you? Are you taking requests for Sinful Sunday? If so, could you please write a drabble about Hawks and thigh high stockings with a female reader?

A/N: hiya, dear nonnie, I appreciate your inquiry. I'm actually doing quite well these days, and I genuinely hope that you're also in good spirits!

SINFUL SUNDAY

You were adorned in a seductive little black mini-cocktail dress, designed to accentuate every curve of your body. The fabric clung to your form so snugly that your pert nipples were daringly evident, all without the concealment of any undergarments. The dress tantalizingly flirted with the edge of immodesty, barely reaching your mid-thigh. With every subtle movement, the black thigh-high stockings you wore became a teasing secret, visible if you happened to bend over just right.

Hawks couldn't help but revel in his decision to visit the bar that fateful night. His sole desire that night was to revel in the pleasure of the moment, and it seemed fate had introduced him to someone who shared that very same longing.

"I want you to murder my pussy," as you spoke, your words were laced with the remnants of tipsiness after you stepped into his apartment. You cast your eyes around Number Two's impeccably decorated apartment, a testament to his refined taste and sophistication. The ambiance exuded an air of elegance that matched the allure of your attire, creating an atmosphere charged with desire and intrigue.

Hawks replied back, "You're a little tease. I love it." His hand fleetingly caressed one of your thighs, his fingertips sensually gliding over the smooth, nylon texture of your stockings. "Incredibly sexy and delightfully soft," he murmured appreciatively.

Soon, your hands were exploring each other's lustful bodies as you kissed passionatelly.

As your lips finally parted, you gazed deeply into Takami's eyes, your desire evident. The words spilled from your mouth, "I want you to destroy my cunt." Your hand delved beneath his pants, wrapping around his considerable hardness, your mind racing as you measured the sheer length and girth of his cock.

Hawks responded with a wicked grin, spinning you around and guiding you towards the inviting bed. He tore off his shirt with a fierce eagerness, unzipped his pants, and discarded them along with his boxers. You obediently assumed your position, hands resting on the bed, your body poised for him. Glancing back with a sultry look, you beheld Keigo, now fully disrobed, his substantial manhood aimed squarely at you. "Unbelievable," you breathed in awe, your dress lifting to reveal the curve of your derrière. A delicate thong barely concealed your pussy, and with a swift, hungry motion, Keigo set it aside, exposing your moist, yearning folds to his ravenous gaze.

Hawks leaned in and took a long lick of your pussy from behind, which was already wet. "Wow, I love how these stockings cling so snugly to your soft, inviting thighs. It's making me absolutely crazy for ya, just looking at it. Not to mention your juicy ass, fuck. You're so goddamn sexy, princess."

You barked back, "Hey, save that shit for later. Shove that big motherfucking cock inside me now."

Takami's mischievous grin widened as he firmly grasped himself at the base of his cock. With precision, he aimed the tip at the entrance to your warmth and eased the head inside. Both of you released synchronized sighs, a harmonious chorus of pleasure filling the room. Keigo persisted, gently pushing deeper, gradually overcoming the subtle resistance offered by your velvety, tight embrace.

Keigo withdrew his member, leaving just the tip nestled between your quivering, heated folds. His strong hands found their place on your hips, fingers gripping firmly. As he lowered his gaze, a mesmerizing sight met him - his shaft adorned with the glistening traces of your arousal. With determination, he plunged back in, every inch of him sliding smoothly into the depths of your eager, snug intimacy.

The intense sensation that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It forced you to stifle a gasp, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you pressed your face into the soft, inviting embrace of the bedsheets.

When Hawks was fully immersed within your dripping core again, your head lifted, and a breathless plea escaped your lips. "Oh, yes… God, yes. Give me every inch of your fucking cock, Number Two Hero. Unleash your fervor, and claim me completely! do it!"

Keigo happily obliged as he wrapped his hands around your waist and began to slowly slam his cock in and out of you.

You started to moan and scream, your fingers tightly clutching the bedsheets into a ball around your fists. Initially, your cries of passion were soft and restrained, but as Hawks increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, your subdued expressions of pleasure quickly escalated into an uproarious chorus of ecstasy.

Hawks thrust forcefully into you, eliciting unrestrained cries of pleasure from your lips. "Oh, goodness… Oh, goodness… YESSS!" Your fervent exclamations grew more intense with each electrifying moment. Finally, overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensations, you could no longer contain yourself. Your body convulsed, and you pushed forward, causing Hawks' eager cock to escape from your dripping core.

You breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as the intense rhythm of sex left you gasping for air. "Oh, goodness," you moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the experience, "It's incredible… almost too much… my body is aflame, fuck you, Hawks!"

Hawks gazed down at his throbbing, rigid member. It glistened with a luscious, creamy substance, with copious amounts of white essence cascading down his shaft and pooling at the base of his dick. The sight stirred an insatiable desire within him, compelling him to complete the passionate act. "Oh, you naughty shit." He couldn't contain his lust any longer and demanded, "What do you think you're doing?" With a primal urgency, he positioned himself on his knees at the edge of the bed behind you. Swiftly, he guided his engorged cock toward your eagerly awaiting, dripping core, plunging it deeply and fully in you, once again.

Once again, an unrestrained cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you were overwhelmed by the sheer size and girth that ignited every nerve in your body. Hawks, driven by unquenchable desire, didn't stop at merely holding your waist - instead, he entwined his arms with yours, securing them behind your back as if you were his willing captive. The force of his thrusts sent your body soaring, melding it with his. His hard member remained deeply embedded within you, maintaining a relentless, fervent rhythm of upward motions. This time, there was no escape, as Keigo's potent power held you firmly in its grasp, leaving no room for resistance.

"Ah…aaahhhh! N-no, it's too much. I'm going to fucking cum…I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock… Aaaahhh! Mmmmhmmm! I'm cumming. I'm cumming!!!"

The climax washed over you with such intensity that as Hawks gently released his grasp, your body responded involuntarily, convulsing in the aftershocks of pleasure. Your cries of ecstasy were muted by the sheets as you buried your face once more, the euphoric sensations lingering in the depths of your being. "Oh, my god!"

Hawks' movements grew increasingly erratic, his thrusts losing their precision as he approached the peak too. He too reached the climax, breathlessly panting as waves of unbearable pleasure washed over him, causing his wings to puff out behind him in a display of uncontrollable ecstasy. He slowly withdrew his dick; a pearl of his cum dripped down on the sheets between your legs, and he grunted at the sight.

Keigo allowed you to descend from the euphoric peak, savoring his skill in bringing you to such passionate release. He gazed down at his glistening member, now even more coated in your juicy essence than before. "That was just the first round. Time for round two," he declared, his desire and determination unmistakable.

[robinsvoid]

‧₊˚✩ “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional.”

p. robin buckley x fem!reader

content warnings. MDNI! (18+), smut; top!robin, semi-public sex, fingering, reader is wearing a skirt.

note. repost! since i deleted it a couple days ago for editing :)

thinking about how late robin would be working sometimes. alone. maybe steve’s out with some girl he met recently, asking robin to cover for him and while being the dingus he is, he asks her last minute and even after receiving quite an earful from robin, she still decides to cover for him like the best friend she is. she hasn’t seen a customer for hours and wanted nothing more than to go home, maybe stop by your place on the way. she would spend her night sitting at the counter, loosening her tie, laying her head down, a little bit jealous of steve hanging out with a girl he likes when she’s stuck here, thinking about all the things she would rather do with her girlfriend than work during the slowest night of her life. so it was a surprise to hear the bell ding at the front door, almost twenty minutes before closing time. and it was you. the person she was just thinking about. the person she was so in love with. her beautiful girl walking closer and closer towards her with a smile that makes robin weak in the knees.

“w-what are you doing here?” robin asks, almost breathless as you make your way over to her behind the counter.

you just smile cheekily, coming close to fix her collar and tie, “steve sent me your way. told me you were alone tonight. thought i’d visit and keep you company for a bit before heading home…”

robin sighed, silently thanking steve in her head as she places her hands at your hips. and the skirt that you wore. fuck, she wanted to grab you, kiss you, feel you all over, make you moan. she felt so touch deprived as she looked at you, and she just had to do something about it. she can’t help it. so before you knew it, she shuts all the lights off, and pulls you with her behind the counter and pushes you against it.

“w-wait, robin! right here? aren’t you still working?”

and she just sighs, burying her head against your neck, smiling against your skin before saying, “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional. not with you looking like this.”

she then uses your hips to turn you around, bending you over the counter so that she could flip your skirt over. you know exactly what you’re in for when you hear the sound of her rings clattering against the counter top right by your head. she teases you, tells you how good you looked right now, rubbing the tips of her fingers over your soaked, pretty little panties.

“you’re already this wet for me, babe?”and she chuckles lowly right in your ear and your heart flutters, beating fast as moves the fabric of your panties to the side and easing her long fingers deep into your slick, tight pussy. and at first she’s slow and gentle, wanting to take her time with you. but it’s just something about the way you clench around her fingers, something about the way you moan. she can’t help herself and gradually fingers you faster, loving the way you’re juices dribble all over her fingers. and she uses her other hand to cover your mouth because she doesn’t want some random person outside of the store hearing your pretty moans and whimpers, wants to keep them all to herself because it’s just for her to hear. and she jokes about it when you finish, when she’s littering kisses up your neck as you catch your breath.

“just so you know, if we get caught, i’m blaming you.”

also i’ve read somewhere that she’d go in the back, searching the the cctv tapes so that she could get rid of them… maybe keep them to herself…

✦ navigation ! © ROBINSVOID

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about Hawk taking his pregnant wife and the twins to a big family gathering. All of his family is going to be there, aunts and uncles and cousins. And he's the only one of his cousins that has kids 🤭 so his grandparents are so happy and giving him lots of praise whilst his cousins get crap from them, the old "Why don't you have kids yet" ordeal because they love the fact that it's Eli that made them great-grandparents.

His mom loves her grand babies too. She loves holding both toddler twins at the same time, and rubbing Reader's belly and talking to the unborn baby. She gushes to all her siblings and in laws about being a grandma already. She doesn't care about being "too young" to have grandkids. She loves them so much.

One of Hawk's younger cousins who's still in high school loves to play with the twins, running after them through all living room and pulling out their toys. It's a great time. Hawk loves seeing someone else get tired out by the twins. Especially when his little girl cons a family member into giving her sweets before dinner. She gets a cookie amd then a second one for her brother. And a third for her unborn sibling because she doesn't understand that the baby can't eat cookies yet.

That's all I got at the moment lol.