#subby keigo takami

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo who can't sleep without you cock warming him or he becomes a big baby, needs to feel your gooey insides keep him safe all night long or he wakes up whiny and close to tears. You sneak off one night to get a drink or use the bathroom and came back to him crying while squeezing himself in his hands, dazed and confused on where the warmth went and you had to ease him back into you, warm and still lose from not minutes earlier.

"Don't leave, don't leave again please, s' too cold without you. Need it- need you Dove, please." He doesn't fall asleep again for hours just trying to keep you in place, dozy distressed chirps soothed by you running you hand through his hair as he clings to you like you were the only thin keeping him tethered to earth.

[keigos-wings]

the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES

listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(

“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”

and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?

[takami-takami]

Sweet, Sweet Indulgence.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. corrupting the sweet boy till he's addicted to edging himself <3. hand jobs. masturbation. edging. desperation. brief mention of oral.

Perhaps all these years, Keigo was just waiting for someone to give him permission to truly indulge.

For someone as busy as the number two hero, getting off was always something he had to do quickly; and to put it bluntly, it was less of an indulgence and more of a hassle for him to take care of than anything else. He simply never had much free time to call his own. Rubbing one out was merely a five minute task to clear his head on nights he had to wake before the sun rose.

But you threw the most devastating wrench in his perception. You showed him exactly what he was missing, just how much of a delicacy it could be.

The first time you wrapped the snake of your hand around him, he threw his head back and choked. His deep, sinful slouch and spread legs were evidence of just how heavenly your touch felt, just how blissful the feeling was that made his eyes flutter shut and his breath come quick.

He never could have guessed how electric your grip could be; not until it reached the head of his cock and traveled back down, down to the base before twisting back up, leaving crackles of pleasure in its wake.

Again, and again, and again.

But just as that familiar feeling crept up within him, you stopped.

His entire body went stiff.

Golden eyes shot wide open, brows furrowing in innocent confusion. In between his desperate panting, he managed, "W-Why'd you stop?"

And that smirk against his ear broke a part of his brain, irreparably. He could feel the tandrils of your presence tainting his thoughts, corrupting his mind down to far more debaucherous places.

With a seductive whisper over his left shoulder, your words sent him straight to the pits of hell.

"Because it feels so much better that way."

After that fateful night, he simply cannot control himself.

Nights like these are now spent on his back, with his shirt bunched up over his heaving chest, kicking at the sheets below as they ruffle with his writhing. He reaches that peak again, only to deny himself with the most pathetic mewl.

He chases that ecstacy you provide, pretty little mind drowning in phantasmic visions of you. Hazy and thick is the essence he gulps down, trickling down the recesses of his filthy thoughts and dripping toward his twitching cock.

Sometimes when he gets close, he yanks his hand away with a sob, as if the heat of his dick were the burn on a stovetop. Other times, the blur of the hand fisting his cock comes to an abrupt halt at his base, squeezing almost painfully instead, frantic to stave off that release.

It aches, it throbs, and he loves it.

No more stress, no more worries; just the continuous, painful nirvana of edge after edge.

He goes on and on building up his cum, letting himself fall further and further to whining, whimpering desperation. It gets to the point that he rolls his head along his pillow, mutters begs and pleas to you under his breath. He knows you're not there to hear; but his mind is fuzzy, and it almost feels like if his display is cute enough, if his little show is pathetic enough for you, you'll give him a little bit of mercy.

But isn't this mercy? He gets to feel so good for as long as he wants— forever, if his pretty little heart desires.

He mulls the question in his mind, back and forth, before settling on a conclusion: there's not enough room in his head to even think about it right now. Frustrated, he tosses the thought and focuses what little brainpower he has left on the swell of his cock, instead.

"Wanna cum, wanna cum— Please," he throws his head back and whines into the open, empty air, sweat beginning to dampen the perfect, golden strands sticking to his forehead. "I-I can be good," he squeaks to the phantom you in his mind.

Keigo can hear your sultry tone even now, a serpent seducing him and enticing him to behave. It creeps down his spine, slithering and causing his back to arch.

"Doesn't that feel good? Feels so much better to play on the edge, doesn't it?"

It does, it does.

His fist starts to move quicker now, tight grip making sounds that are unbearably loud; but that only makes his eyes screw shut in blissful, perverted ecstacy. His other hand steadily crawls up his chest, palm splayed and clutching at the sensitive skin there; in this state, after enduring edge after edge, it's nearly as sensitive as the reddening head of his cock.

His lidded gaze turns downwards. The thick tip is leaking so, so much— perfect to use to fist his dick even better, he muses.

And so he does, collecting the pre in his palm and using it to milk his cock raw.

His whole body is fit to burst, trembling and alight with a greedy need that drains the blood from his brain, directing it somewhere far more important, far more useful at the moment.

"Hah," he pants out, high pitched and whiny before breathing in deep. The oxygen barely reaches his foggy head. Every languid stroke causes his eyes to roll that much further into the back of his head. Legs tense and toes curling, every nerve sparks with an inexplicable desire enveloping his body; like countless sparks of pleasure, his sensitive skin feels akin to flint and steel.

Oh god, this awakens something in him.

The first time Keigo whimpered for you, you let out the most condescending coo, as if he were just the cutest little thing.

Right now, he keeps memories like that in his mind on repeat. He fantasizes, vividly picturing the time you had him edge himself on his knees while he used his mouth on you, or the days you'd instruct him to text you real-time updates on how often he ruined his own orgasms; he had to meet the quota you assigned for him, of course, though his texts became more illegible as the night went on.

It's been ages since the last time he questioned the twitch of his cock when you talk down to him.

Pretty boy likes it.

How kind of you to open his mind to the depths of debauchery he had unintentionally denied himself all those years. Years of missing out on this kind of bliss... Isn't that a form of denial, too? He's so grateful, he thinks, hissing once again through pearly gates of teeth at a particularly exquisite stroke.

God, he loves to edge. Loves this, loves you, loves, loves...

The blur of his movements freezes once more.

A whimper escapes through the delirious smile of his lips. He's being so good, he thinks. He wants you to see how good he is, wants your eyes fixed on his little exhibitionist performance.

You'd tell him he's a good boy, won't you?

His breathless laugh devolves to the cutest "o-oh," as his grip begins to stroke up and down again. That same, wet sound rings in his ears again, pulling him down, farther and faster.

One desperate sigh later, and the remaining braincells in his mind put together the perfect idea.

Fuck, he should call you.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

When I Get Home (Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ Angsty One Shot)

"Can really love a monster like me?"

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader 

Synopsis: In which Keigo realizes how truly lucky he is to have you by his side despite his refusal to open up to you and show you how deep his scars run, so he decides when he finally gets home from his stupid fucking mission, he’ll show you his scars, his heart, and everything more. 

Story Warnings: MAJOR MANGA/ANIME SPOILERS (BEWARE!), Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Angsty Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Arguing, Mentions & Use of Marijuana, High Sex, Shower Sex, Possessiveness, Scar Appreciation, Edge Play, Sensitivity, Marking, Biting, Foreplay, Cunnilingus, Deepthroating, Doggystyle, Mating Press, Begging, Vocal, Subby, Feral Hawks, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Facial, Wing-Stroking, Breeding Kink, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Got another one shot for y'all and it's my first Hawks fic!! I love me some of that birb man. I was listening to Faith Evan's "Soon As I Get Home" & got inspired lol. Enjoy! AND FUCK ENDEAVOR. -Jazz

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Keigo hates the rain. 

It reminds him too much of his childhood days when he would aimlessly wander through the wet streets of his childhood home of Kyushu, looking for shelter and a place to lay his head and tired wings, too wet and weak to fly. 

A rainy night like this reminds him too much of those nights where he would escape his home to find solace in the streets, only to get nothing but some firsthand experiences of the hostility and black-heartedness of humanity: crime; abuse; violence. He’d find himself in the slums, surrounded by the degenerates of Kyushu, soaked to the bone in rain, shivering his poor little feathers off. 

But now, sitting and watching the sheets of rain fall along the city, his legs dangling off of one of the highest buildings in downtown Musutafu, he finds the rain a little comforting. Especially given his circumstances. 

He is in his hero gear, gloves, goggles and boots included. He isn’t sure why he decided to change into it before he left the penthouse, but something told him just to do it. After all, a hero’s job is never done. Maybe he just might get lucky and find himself stopping a robbery or a carjacking to distract himself. He’d need a lot of it to make himself feel less like shit for tonight. 

Whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is you and the hurt in your pretty, brown eyes. Those eyes he wants to stare into forever. How could he hurt you so badly? How could a night that went as well as it could go at a charity ball end in such turmoil for the both of you? 

“Fuck,” he hisses, his head dropping into his hands as the memories of the past few hours begin to rewind in his head: 

“I just wanna know who she is to you,” you declared as you sat on the couch in your shared living room hours later. You were still in your gown from tonight–bright crimson to match Keigo’s wings, your hair curled to perfection and your heels making your legs look fantastic. He stared at you from the kitchen then while you unstrapped your Steve Madden heels, his hands itching to do it for you. 

“Why?” he asked, doing his best to not scoff at the question. “There’s nothin’ to tell, Y/N; I told you that.” As he headed into the kitchen, he loosened his tie with one hand and popped a button to his Armani button-down, glad to be out of his suit jacket and shoes. Though he looked good, he felt like a little kid being forced to dress for church. 

He went into the back where the walk-in pantry and wine cellar is to get himself a much-needed, chilled bottle of Merlot wine. When he returned to the kitchen, he glanced at you from across the marbled kitchen island. You were already staring at him from the living room, your red dress standing out against black couch.“But she isn’t a friend to you?” You asked, sounding agitated at his answer.“Or a coworker? You barely introduced me to her tonight, Keigo.” 

Now Keigo was agitated even though he shouldn’t have been. But damn, you always did this. You always tried to dig into him at the worst possible moments. Especially during a moment where all he’s trying to do is just relax after a night of acting.“Why the fuck does it matter?” He scoffed flippantly. 

Your eyes flared angrily at him.“First of all, don’t talk to me like that,” you sternly said, jabbing one acrylic nail at him.“You don’t have to be like that, okay? We’re just having a conversation here.” 

Keigo turned his back to you to get the corkscrew out the drawer next to the $800 stove with its electric stove top and Stirling steel oven.“No,” he argued, bumping his hip against the drawer to shut it.“What you’re doing right now is putting me on the spot when you know tonight took a lot out of me. You know I’m not built for shit like that wack ass fuckin’ ball, Y/N.” 

You gaped at him, dumbfounded.“I told you we didn’t have to go tonight, Keigo!” you protested, anger evident in your tone.“You wouldn’t listen to me!” 

You crossed those gorgeous legs over each other, the light glowing against your skin still shining with coconut oil. Keigo was initially excited to get you home tonight just to feast on those legs and perhaps fuck you in that dress before stripping it off of you. It was the only thing he had looked forward to for tonight despite being forced by the Hero Commission to attend that stupid charity ball to prove that Japan’s heroes were “conscious of civilians’ needs all over the nation”. 

It isn't that he hated charity. He wasn’t an asshole. He made sure to give his portion to hospitals, animal shelters, and homeless shelters all over Japan. He just hated being forced to put up with the annoying reporters and cameras in his face all night while he pretended to enjoy socializing with people that weren't his cup of tea and his nosey coworkers. 

He especially wasn’t looking forward to it when you had asked to go with him. He hadn’t ever taken you to a ball or any kind of event that was associated with his hero work in the time you’ve been dating him, but you understood the strict ways of the Hero’s Commission and how it was important for Keigo to keep up his “bachelor” image for as long as he could to gain more popularity. 

At least, that’s what you told him when he explained things to you. 

He had figured tonight wouldn’t be a big deal since security kept the paparazzi and reporters outside the venue, so he let you come along and met you inside the building after he was done dealing with the zoo animals with their note pads and microphones on the red carpet. 

However, he quickly realized how bad of a decision that was when his coworkers began swarming, asking him who “the beauty” was sitting with him; how you were; how long you two have been together; where he’s been hiding you at. 

And then, of course, Wanna had to show up. Fucking Kanna! Keigo would have rather had forgotten she existed, but there she was, in the flesh in her skin-tight dress with her publicist. She was a simple fling; a past summer he spent with a model before he met you. That was a different time for him. A time where he didn't give a fuck where he stuck his dick because he was desperate to rid himself of the nightmares for a night in someone’s bed. 

But seeing his past and his hopeful future interact the way you and Kanna did after Kanna made a show of throwing herself at Keigo and making conversation made him want to off himself right there. Especially when he saw your face when he didn’t introduce you to Kanna–disappointment; confusion; hurt. So much hurt. 

But you didn’t understand. And though you never will, Keigo knows that it is for the best.

“Correction: you didn’t have to go,” he cooly stated.“But I do! Are you forgetting I’m pro no. 2? Publicity matters. If I wasn’t there, the whole fuckin’ nation’s eyes would’ve been on me wondering where I was and coughing up shit for the next magazine cover.” 

He huffed to himself as he turned away from you once more to jab the screw into the cork to try and open the wine. When that didn’t work, he flung the cork screw away, nearly breaking it, and took the cork into his mouth. He pulled on the damn thing until it finally popped out of the nozzle. He then spat it out and reached above to grab himself a wine glass from the suspended wine glass rack before pouring himself a much-needed glass and taking a long gulp. 

As soon as the wine was in his system, he felt an inch better, but that anger at himself still chugged in his veins. Anger for not being real with you. For never telling you the truth. For never being the man you deserved. 

A tense silence coated the air between you in his penthouse. Ever since you started visiting since the first night you spent the evening with him in his bed, you’ve been here more than at your own apartment. Keigo doesn’t mind one bit. He feels so at home with you here, but even when you aren’t together, he feels at home with you….so why can’t he make you feel the same way? 

“Keigo, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you finally sigh.“I just felt like tonight you didn’t really want me there. I felt like you were embarrassed with me.” 

His eyes widen at the confession and fear grips him. ‘Oh, no,’ he lamented internally. ’Oh, no, no, no.’ That was the last thing he wanted to make you feel like ever. When he looked over at you, you had a despondent, oh-so sad look on your pretty, beat face. All because of his stupidity. “Why would you think that?” he all but whispers. 

“You barely looked at me,” you reply, your voice soft and defeated. “Barely touched me. Half of your coworkers didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, Kei.” 

Keigo pinched the bridge of his nose. He thought you’d been through this already.“You know why I can’t just go public with my relationships, Y/N. Don’t even start with this shit.” 

You stared at him for a moment, sizing him up, and for a moment, he thought you might start wilding on him. Your silence scared him even more though.“C’mon now,” he tiredly sighed. “It’s been a long night. Can’t we just forget tonight and roll somethin’ up?” He gave you a smile, hoping you’d say yes to some wine, some smoke, and some much-needed TLC after tonight’s events. 

But instead, you gave him a tight-lipped stare with a wall behind your eyes that made him realize that he’d be getting none of that tonight with you. He watched in utter defeat as you rose from the couch and strutted away upstairs to your bedroom, never turning to look back at him. 

When he heard the door slam behind you, he knew he fucked up. Epically. He put his head in his hands, feeling like screaming until his throat was raw, but he knew that would do nothing to fix this. This was a reoccurring problem between you two; one that always seemed to end in arguments and nights where he spent spent either on the couch or out among the skies. 

The truth was he wanted to desperately open up to you. He wanted to tell you why he hated every social event the Hero Commission forced him to attend. 

Why he hated the entire organization he worked for so passionately, but still allowed himself to be manipulated and exploited to save others. 

Why he had trouble sleeping and drinking habits. 

Why he never tells you about the past hookups and flings. 

Why he would sometimes smoke an entire bag of weed to rid himself of those horrible, itching thoughts of the past. 

Why he never visited his mother. 

Why he never visited Dabi in prison and who he was to you outside of a mortal enemy. 

Why he feels like he is undeserving of any success or good thing in his life. 

Why he hates himself. 

Why he doesn’t truly love himself at all. 

But he can’t lose you, and he knows if he were to ever reveal who he is behind the dazzling smile and charm, you would be gone for good. It’s better to keep those wounds closed anyway. 

You didn’t seem to think the same though. A half an hour later, while Keigo was sitting on the same couch you abandoned with his second glass of wine and the balcony door cracked to let in some of that cool spring air, you returned to the living room. You were out of your dazzling outfit from tonight, your face scrubbed free of makeup and only wearing one of his old shirts. You looked amazingly sexy to him like this. 

But he didn’t try to make a move or grab at you as you sat down. He didn’t even look at you. He knew you were there for a reason. You reached a hand out to stroke the burn scar that jet from the side of his jaw down to the column of his neck. “Your burn is healing,” you softly pointed out. “You know, you never really told me what happened to get you that.” 

Your fingers gently stroked his jaw, tentative and tender. “You never asked,” Keigo muttered, sipping on his Merlot. You leaned your head against the back of the couch, giving him a soft-eyed stare. “That’s ‘cause you’d never tell.” 

Keigo did his best to keep calm, but he hated this game you were playing with him. You were crossing a line with him here. He finally looked at you, accusingly.“What are you doing, huh?” He uttered, irked.“Why are you doing this?” 

“Doing what?” You asked. “I’m only asking you a question, Kei.” You truly didn’t know which pissed him off even more. “No, you’re trying to act like you’re asking a question when really, you’re poking the bear and blowin’ my buzz.” 

His tone was harsh and so are his words, but they were enough to coax you to speak your mind. You sat up and hugged your knees to your chest as you stared at him.“You never tell me about your scars.” 

Keigo flinched at your statement and his ghosts of scars littering his body seemed to itch.“That’s not true.” 

“It is,” you protested, your voice strained. You sounded close to tears and that hurt him even more. “You never share anything with me. Nothing about your missions, your friends, your past, nothing. I feel like I barely know you and we’ve been together for a year!” 

The frustration you were feeling was evident in your voice. Keigo sighed, placing his wine glass down on the glass coffee table in front of him. He looked at you, noticing how exhausted you looked aside from your irritated: dark circles under your eyes, a tight jaw.“Y/N, it’s just hard, okay? It’s not that simple to just tell you shit like that.” 

“Even though I have?” you retorted harshly, tilting your head to give him a fixed, sideways stare.“I’ve told you everything about me from the jump, Keigo. Even the things I wouldn’t even tell my closet friend! Don’t I deserve the same transparency?” 

Keigo heaved an exhausted sigh and ran his hands down his face. In the darkness behind his hands, he saw Twice’s body go limb, the blade of Keigo’s sword impaling his body.“I’ve done some fucked up shit,” he whispered into his hands. 

You placed a hand on his back.“I’d never judge you,” you promised. "We all make mistakes and none of us are perfect.” 

‘But you are,’ he thought. You are more than perfect. Way too much for someone like him. “I just can’t, okay?” he huffed, moving away from your touch. He ignored the hurt in your eyes. “Some things are just too painful to go back to, and I’d think with as much as you love and respect me, you’d respect my decision to keep things to myself.” 

“Well, I don’t!” you shouted abruptly, standing up to glare down at him. “So…now what?” 

Keigo stared up at you, feeling a flood of emotions begin to swarm him: gratefulness for your determination and stubbornness; confusion as to why you want someone like him; and anger for your refusal to leave this alone. He just wants to protect you from the messiness of himself. Why can’t you see that? 

The words are out before he can stop them and he regrets having that second glass:“Why are you so hellbent on making me your fuckin’ project, huh?” he cooly asked you, his voice as cold as ice. 

Your glared softened a bit.“What are you talking about?” 

He stood up too, giving you a sharp glare that made all of the color in your face drain.“You look at me as this tragic hero you’re tryna fix, don’t you?” he snapped. “I may have the sob story that almost every fuckin’ pro has, but I’m not a puzzle for you to figure out and I don’t appreciate being seen as that.” 

You gaped at him, your mouth open agape.“Are you serious right now?” you scoffed incredulously.“Keigo, I’m only trying to get to you to know you. And you’re not a project or a puzzle–you’re an amazing, passionate man that I adore and I just want to fuckin’ know you!” 

The scream ripped from your throat after being buried under months of frustration and stress. Keigo could hear it as clear as day. He stood there, shocked, as you began to break down, your hands covering your face as you cried. 

“Is that too much?” you sobbed into the open air.“Why won’t you let me in? Why won’t you let me see you?” He could see every ounce of frustration and hurt that he was causing you begin to take its toll, rolling down your cheeks in fat tears that plopped onto the cherrywood floor below your painted toes. 

Keigo immediately strode over to you and closed the gap between your bodies by wrapping his arms around you. He held you as you quietly sobbed into his chest, gripping his arms as you did. He felt horrible. He had never felt more like shit for making you feel like this.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.“It’s not that I don’t want to, baby bird. But I’m just too ugly.” 

You stared up at him, astounded at his confession. “Just trust me on this, okay? You’d need a fuckin’ team to help clean this mess up. I don’t want to burden you with that.” 

“But you’re not a burden!” you protested, tears in your pretty eyes.“You’re anything but a burden to me, Kei! I just wanna understand you.”

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to stare at you.“Why do you feel the need to hide yourself from me?” You implored, begging him to answer. 

He groaned tiredly, gently taking your hands off of his face. “Y/N, just drop it, alright?” he implored. He turned, wanting to walk away from this entire situation. 

You followed, ever the stubborn one. “But why–“ 

“I said drop it!” Keigo bellowed, and his wings flared before he could stop them, his feathers sharpening to points. You frozen immediately, your eyes widening in fear like a deer in headlights. 

He and you were both shocked at Keigo’s sudden change in demeanor. He had never reacted this way towards you, because you were never perceived as a threat to him. But something in his hawk-like instincts saw you as one right now. In that brief moment, you were a villain to him, and that frightened him beyond words. 

Quickly, his muscles loosened and he fluffed his feathers out, lowering his wings down against his back. “Y/N,” he began softly, wanting to apologize. But it was too late. Instantly, you turned around and sprinted away from him until you were up the stairs and slamming the guest room door behind you once again. 

Keigo was left standing there, feeling like the worse person on the planet. And he was. His head began to fill with every negative thought that haunted him at night: You’re a loser. You’re a fake. You’re a horrible boyfriend. You don’t deserve her. You should just leave so she can find someone better. 

So what does Keigo do when his head is his worst enemy? He goes out and patrols. 

He finished his wine before heading upstairs to his bedroom and entering his walk-in closet to suit up. After putting on his hero gear, he passed by your room. Though the door is unlocked, he knocked anyway and waited for your little grunt of acknowledgement before he entered. You were sitting in the black armchair facing the small balcony of your guest room, your legs tucked against your chest. 

You didn't face him when he slid inside. “I’m gonna go out and patrol,” he said, getting right to the point. “You know the alarm code to turn it on, right?” 

“I’ve got it, Keigo,” you muttered numbly. “Just go.” You still didn’t look at him and it pained him greatly. “I’ll be back tonight as soon as I can,” he weakly said, trying to vain to ease the fire he caused. 

“Don’t bother,” you grumbled. “Just go. I’ll see you whenever you get back…if you decide to come back.” 

Realizing you were never going to acknowledge his presence, Keigo silently left your room, his heart breaking in two. He then strode over to the balcony in his living room, slipped out the door he left unlocked specifically for himself, and took off from the terrance, his crimson wings flapping into the night. 

He has been out here since, desperately trying to clear his head as he stares into the night and the rain. He stares up at the sky, watching the droplets fall. "Give me some answers here,” he pleads, not sure who he’s talking to–God; the rain; the universe. 

Almost as if he is heard, his work phone suddenly rings. He usually keeps it in the pocket of his hero gear pants, fully-charged, of course. 

He slips it out and looks down at the caller ID, finding the HPSC chief’s name on his screen. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. He knows that whatever it is, it can’t be good. He answers the call with an annoyed, “Hawks.” 

“We need you out and patrolling,” the HPSC chief bluntly said, his voice gruff and aggressive. “We got another tip on the villain that has currently been terrorizing the city since the beginning of the month. A couple of civilians reported that they spotted him near the bridge. We’ve already got Mirko and a couple of others down there patrolling in different areas. We need you to join in case he attacks and civilians may need help.” 

Immediately, Keigo rises from his spot on the building and cracks his neck. “Got it. I’ll be there in five.” As soon as he hangs up, he stretches out his wings and proceeds to head towards the bride that hangs above the Musutafu river, doing his best to fly among the pounding rain and thunder. 

When he finally makes it to the bridge, he finds himself breathless at the chaos: the bridge is completely cut in half, one of the sides slipping down into the murky depths of the blackened water below; vehicles slide across the apsault into the water as their passengers scramble to safety, being escorted by other heroes to the other side of the bridge that is still intact. Yellow, inflatable lifesaver boats bob against the black water below, either to catch anyone who falls or look for bodies. 

The villain has already begun his attack, Keigo realizes. He doesn’t see the guy now, but he knows he’ll have to put everything into stopping him if he’s this powerful and deranged with his quirk. He cannot be Keigo tonight. He has to be Hawks. 

But before he springs any further into action, he quickly flies over to the rocks several feet away from the bridge onto the river’s shore. The only things here are the waves, the rain, and him. His hands shake as he dials your number, tiny, wavering breaths leaving his lips. He doesn’t know why he feels so small and so scared right now, but something about this mission and leaving things with you the way they are don’t sit right with him. 

So he calls you. When you don’t pick up, he expects it, but even so, he wants to hear your voice before he goes into this fight. But at least you’ll be able to hear his. When the beep signals the beginning of his voicemail, he doesn’t have time to think of what to say. He just says it. 

“Hey, it’s me,” he sighs. “Hero's Commission called. They need me down at the bridge in case a villain attacks tonight. Supposedly, he’s been making trouble for over a month now and we’ve been trying to track him.” 

He trails off, his brain trying to think of what else to tell you. Anything he’s sure he’d regret not saying sooner if he happens to kick the bucket tonight. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, but if for some reason that doesn’t happen, just know that I’m so sorry I’m so fucked up.” He presses a fist to his pounding head, gritting his teeth in frustration. “I just don’t tell you about it, about me, because I don’t want you to worry and…” 

He pauses, gnawing at his bottom lip. The words push at his throat, threatening to rip from his chest. 

“Dammit, because I love you,” he declares, strained and his heart pounding as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. “I’m so, so in love with you, and I’m so afraid that if I’m to ever tell you why I am the way that I am, you’ll never love me or want me in the same way. I…” 

He trails off, a sob leaving his mouth. He covers it at first, afraid someone might hear, but no one is around. No one but him. “I’m so scared you’ll leave,” he confesses, his voice wavering. “But I just keep pushing you away from me,” he says, his voice trembling. “I keep fucking this up for myself.” 

The dam behind his eyes breaks and he begins to softly sob to himself, keeping himself as quiet as he can so he doesn’t scare you. How lame to be crying to your girlfriend in a voicemail. 

But as quickly as it came, it vanishes and he pulls himself together. He clears his throat and takes his goggles off to wipe at his eyes. “This voicemail didn’t go the way I wanted it to,” he chuckles dryly. “Just know that this is how I feel about you and I promise I’ll be home.” 

Without another word, he ends the voicemail and stares out at the bridge. The sound of terrified and panicked screams echoes in the wind. Sounds of chaos. 

Keigo balls his hands into tight fists at his sides and pockets his phone. But not before turning it off entirely. 

************* 

“Just take a deep breath, honey,” your friend soothes you over the phone. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

“But what if it’s not?” you pitifully sob into the phone. “He’s out there right now, I have no idea where he is, and the last thing on his mind conscious is us fighting!” 

You’re sitting on the couch now in Keigo’s penthouse, still in his shirt. His coffee table is littered with a half-empty glass of wine, his opened bottle of Merlot that you started guzzling down, and bits of weed from the clumsy blunt you rolled for yourself to soothe your nerves. 

None of that helped you, so now you’re here, about to tear your hair out. When Keigo had left, you ventured out of the guest room to rummage through his wine and his weed since both aren’t hands-off for you. “Anything that’s mine is yours, baby bird,” he had told you a year ago when you had spent the night and forgot your toothbrush. He shared his with you with no problem. 

That was the first time you had spent the night with him after a magical date and some even more magical sex. You had fallen hard, and him even harder, since the first day he saw you, in fact. 

You had been walking to work, looking so pretty in your pink blouse and your work slacks with an ass that could stop traffic. It had stopped Keigo dead in his tracks. He was doing day patrols and had caught sight of you, causing him to lose track of his conversation with a police officer about the possibility of new villains. 

He didn’t catch up with you and spit game immediately as he usually did with women he was interested in. First, he flew alongside you at a distance you couldn’t see him to make sure you got to work safely. Then, after realizing you worked as an interior designer, he had pretended he was in need of renovating his agency. 

“I just need a little bit of color, y’know?” he said as he sat in your office, loving your smell and your eyes. “Like this pretty pink you’ve got on.” He eyed your blouse, smirking at the way you froze when you realized he was flirting. 

You had never been flirted with so openly before like that, especially by a pro. And especially by someone as sexy and as charming as Hawks. His boldness and confidence turned you on and you found yourself wanting more of him. When he asked for your card (for business purposes), you had agreed. The renovations for his agency never happened, but a date did. 

That was all just a year ago. Now here you are now, all stress and uncertainty and marijuana smoke in your lungs. “I should’ve never brought any of it up,” you lament. “I feel like a fucking asshole.” 

“Sweetie, you’ve been with the guy for a whole year!” your friend argues. “If he hasn’t opened up to you by now and shown you the him he is without the cameras in his face and his hero facade on, then he isn’t the one for you.” 

You know she’s right, but the idea of leaving Keigo pains you beyond words. You have too much invested into him to just leave when things get tough. You knew what you were getting into the moment you decided to embark on the journey of a romantic relationship with him since he happens to be a hero. 

You told him and yourself you were fine with the late nights where he’d be MIA and the missed calls. The constant wondering and worrying. The sneaking around and being discreet about your relationship for the sake of his status. 

All you want in return is some closeness. Some vulnerability. Something to make you feel like you’re wanted and cherished the way you want and cherish him. But he’s never given you any. You sometimes question if you’re asking for too much from him, knowing how hard his job is and how stressed he can be. 

But even so, the yearning to know his secrets still pushes at you every time he brushes off a new scar or tells you vague events of his past that end in him not wanting to talk about it anymore. And though you respect him enough to leave it alone, you know you need more. 

“Has he even told you he loves you?” your friend asks, bringing you back down to earth. 

You flush at her words. “We haven’t gotten there yet,” you reply, almost embarrassed by the fact. “I’ve been holding back telling him because I know his job is hard and…” 

‘And I don’t wanna scare him,’ you think. You know this is the longest relationship Keigo has had. You as well since your past relationships had never gone past a couple months or sex. But with Keigo, it’s different. You feel safe with him. You can be wholeheartedly and undoubtedly yourself. You love him, but you keep it inside. All to keep him comfortable. 

“Now what if I don’t get the chance to tell him at all?” you ask, quickly beginning to cry again. Every word left unspoken begins to bubble at your throat, coming out in anguished sobs. 

“Okay, stop,” you friend firmly says. “First off, put down any alcohol or smoke ‘cause it’s making you paranoid.” You eye the wine and the weed littering the coffee table. 

“Second, Keigo is going to come home to you. He just went out for a breather and he’ll be back. Plus, he’s a smart guy and he’s a pro! He knows how to get himself out of any kind of situation.” You listen to your friends word, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. “I guess you’re right,” you weakly say. 

“I am right,” she states with conviction. “Just rest for now and when he comes home, give him time to decompress. Then tomorrow, you can apologize and talk about what happened. Simple, right?” 

You nod, but even as you try to persuade yourself that your friend’s words are true, you still feel that twist in your gut at the idea of tomorrow. What if he isn’t here tomorrow? What if you pushed him so hard that he left? Or what if something worse has happened? 

“Just sleep, honey.” Your friend’s words drift to your ear again like a prayer; beacons in the void of darkness. “Everything is going to be okay.” 

Though you don’t really believe her, you do as she says anyway. After she hangs up, you clean up the living room and venture back to your guest room to sleep off your frustrations. The effects of the wine and the blunt combined with the aftermath of crying hit you immediately, making it easy to drift off to sleep. 

You sleep for over three hours until you awaken in the darkness of the guest room. Groggily, you look at the clock: 2:04 AM. Immediately, you reach for your phone which you put on ‘do not disturb’. There, on the screen, are one missed call and one voicemail from Keigo. 

Your heart skips a beat and the fogginess of sleep leaves your head as fight the urge to ignore it. This could be important. You click on the message and put it on speaker, placing your phone flat on the bed. You bring your knees to your chest and hug yourself, tucking your nose into Keigo’s shirt collar and breathing in his cologne. 

The beginning of the message is disoriented and loud, the sound of the wind cutting through before you hear Keigo’s beautiful, wonderful voice. As soon as you hear him, you’re calm. 

“Hey, it’s me. Hero's Commission called. They need me down at the bridge in case a villain attacks tonight. Supposedly, he’s been making trouble for over a month now and we’ve been trying to track him.” 

Your heart drops into your stomach. A villain attack. Of course! That’s why he isn’t home yet. “Oh, my God,” you fearfully whisper, covering your mouth. 

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, but if for some reason that doesn’t happen, just know that I’m so sorry I’m so fucked up. I just don’t tell you about it because I don’t want you to worry and…” 

He trails off and you swear, your soul leaves your body as you anticipate his next words. But nothing could’ve ever prepared you for them. As soon as you hear those three little words that mean so much to so many, your breath hitches and you come back to life, feeling like you’ve been dead all night: 

“Dammit, because I love you. I’m so, so in love with you, and I’m so afraid that if I’m to ever tell you why I am the way that I am, you’ll never love me or want me in the same way. I…I’m so scared you’ll leave.” 

His voice begins to tremble and waiver, hitching as he begins to cry. You’ve never heard him cry before. Your heart aches for him, your body desperate to be against his. 

“But I just keep pushing you away from me. I keep fucking this up for myself.” 

“No,” you whisper, beginning to cry yourself. The fact that he’s felt this way for so long, suffering in silence, is a reality that is worse than anything you could’ve imagined. 

Finally, he clears his throat and you know that the end of the voicemail is near. “This voicemail didn’t go the way I wanted it to. Just know that this is how I feel about you and I promise I’ll be home.” 

When the voicemail ends, you sit there in silence, the newfound information processing in your brain. All you can think about is one thing that you still cannot believe is a fact as true as day: ’He loves me. He really loves me.’  

Suddenly, everything makes sense and the world is clearer to you. All the uncertainty and doom you felt have vanished, replaced with a fluttering in your heart that belongs only to Keigo. Delirious with need, you jump out of bed and immediately go to his bedroom to search for his sweatpants and a hoodie. ‘I have to go find him. I need to see him.’ 

You don’t know where he is or where he could be calling from, but if there is a villain attack then social media will have the first place to search. As you venture into Keigo’s master bedroom to search for clothes, preparing to fight the rain and the city’s chaos to find him, a sound stops you. 

It is the sound of the click of the lock to the balcony doors. Then the sound of the doors as they slide back. 

“Hawks,” you immediately whisper to yourself. Then, louder, “Hawks!”, as you immediately race out of the bedroom to the living room just in time to see him walking through the doors after landing on the terrace. 

“Keigo!” you gasp, every emotion hitting you at once watching him in the dark living room. The only light is from the big, silver moon illuminating Keigo while the rest of him is shrouded in darkness. 

“Hey,” he tiredly greets you as he shuts the door behind him. You feel like God as blessed you bringing him home in one piece. Now, you can really tear into his ass. “God, why didn’t you call and tell me you’d be back?” you snap, not daring to let him rest for a second. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I was gonna…” 

Your words die in your throat when the overhead light that automatically switches on according to body movement flicks on, coating the room in a golden glow that shines right on Keigo and the fresh bruises and scratches he’s sporting. He doesn’t look that bad, but you can tell his right eye socket is swelling and his wings look ragged and worn “Keigo,” you softly gasp, the word almost getting caught in your throat. That’s all you can begin to say. 

“You listen to my voicemail?” he asks curiously, but not rudely. You nod slowly, mouth still open in awe. “A villain destroyed the bridge and nearly had every vehicle on there goin’ into the river. He has the ability to extend his limbs, so he made a couple of other extended arms and legs to go along with ‘em.” He huffs in annoyance. “Motherfucker looked like Doc Ock from Spiderman.” 

“Is everyone okay?” you softly ask. 

“After a couple of my coworkers and I got to the guy, yeah,” Keigo replies, kicking off his boots. He places his goggles on a nearby table. “First, I had to fetch as many bodies as I could that the fucker kept flingin’ over the bridge to taunt me. Gang Orca and Eraserhead took care of the rest of the civilians once I caught up to the villain. Then it was just us vs. him. Once Eraserhead got near him, he took the fucker's quirk and the cops put him in handcuffs.” 

“That’s good,” you reply, relief filling you. Mostly at the fact that he’s still here, alive and breathing. Silence falls between you, tense and filled with unspoken words. You nervously wriggle your fingers, feeling small under Keigo’s unwavering gaze. “Listen, Kei,” you nervously begin. “I’ve been goin’ crazy in here ever since you left and I’m so, so sorry for–“ 

Keigo suddenly puts up a hand to silence you. Your words abruptly cut off and you button your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. You wonder if he can hear how loud it is because you sure can. It is pumping wildly in your ears, making you even more of a nervous wreck. 

“Since you got my voicemail, you probably already know a lot of what I’m about to say, but I’m goin’ to tell you properly because you deserve it.” He takes a deep breath, preparing himself. You stay silent and patient, waiting for him to come to grips with whatever he is fighting. “I suppose I should be grateful that eight-armed dickhead decided to cause commotion tonight,” he dryly chuckles. “I had went out to clear my head; to distract myself. What better way to do all that than to kick some ass and save some lives?” 

He unzips his jacket and lets it fall to the floor, revealing his shirt and toned arms underneath. “But while I was doin’ all of that, other than thinking about stopping that villain and saving the innocent lives of all of those people, all I could think about tonight was you.” 

His gaze soften as he looks at you. Your heart pumps a bit faster. 

“I thought to myself, ‘when I finally put this motherfucker behind bars, when my mission is finally done, I’m going home’.” 

He steps toward you, eyes still locked with yours, never wavering. It makes you tremble in your position. “‘And as soon as I get home, I’m falling to my knees, begging for forgiveness, and showing my baby all of me and more because she fucking deserves it’.” 

He takes another two steps toward you before suddenly dropping to his knees in front of you. “So this is me doin’ all of that now. Plus, showing you how much I love you.” 

He leans toward you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so his face is pressed into your stomach. You stare down at him in awe, unable to speak. You’re afraid that if you do, the moment will disappear and so will he. 

“I never said I before,” Keigo continues, “because I was afraid it wasn’t the right time or I’d end up fucking everything up for myself. Plus, loving someone always seems to backfire on me.” He strokes up your thigh, holding onto your hip. “So I kept it in, just like everything I haven’t told you yet.” 

His hands, so careful yet so strong, trail up your hips and ball into his shirt, gripping the fabric. When his hands and shoulders begin to tremble, you realize he’s crying. You’ve never seen him cry before. It is a sight you never want to see again. 

“I’m a mess, Y/N,” he tearfully says. “When we met for the first time, I never wanted you to see any of that. I didn’t even want this to turn into what it is now, but I’m so, so grateful it hasn’t.” He looks up at you, eyes red and wet with tears. “I’m so happy you didn’t leave.” 

Your heart wrenches at the sight of your boyfriend–so sad and so broken. How is a person as bright-eyed and confident as Hawks also someone like this? He must have hid all of this from you for some time. You wrap your arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head in one of your hands. “Keigo, I’d never leave you.” Your fingers caress his blonde curls, stroking his head softly. “I promise.” 

“You can’t promise me that,” he croaks, shaking his head. “How do you know you won’t get tired of me? How do you know I won’t scare you off?” 

“Keigo, you’re scaring me now,” you confess, feeling your own fresh set of tears beginning to make an appearance. “I’m scared we won’t make it because you refuse to open up to me.” 

Keigo’s expression changes to one of confusion, his eyes narrowing as he scowls at you. “So you’re telling me that if I tell you all about my childhood, you promise you won’t leave?” he asks, a bite in his voice. “If I tell you about the abuse, the trauma, the shit I witnessed from my own parents, being stripped of my name when the Hero’s Commission picked me up, learning that the same man who saved me and inspired me to become a hero is a fuckin’ abuser, you’d stay?” 

You stare down at him, dumbfounded and horrified. You never knew any of this, though you did know the part about Endeavor since it was all over the news. But that other stuff? Keigo kept entirely to himself, leaving you in the dark. 

“What about the scars?” He moves away from you slightly to strip himself of his shirt, revealing a very impressive, toned upper body and a slew of scars–some new and some healed. “All the training I forced to undergo by the Hero Commission. Some that have barely healed from nearly dying during missions. This burn here that I got tryna save a fuckin’ villain.” 

He points at the burn on his jaw and your stomach lurches. “Twice?” you ask, your eyes wide. “You tried to save Twice?” You know a little bit about this event, mostly because it was publicized everywhere and Keigo was forced to tell you some of what happened after he had nightmares. But now that a year has gone by and most of the LOV have been arrested, it has become old news. People have moved on. 

But Keigo obviously hasn’t. He visibly cringes at the sound of Twice’s name, the trauma still fresh. “And what about him?” He demands, his voice cracking. “What about the fact that I fucking killed him?” 

“Keigo, he was a villain,” you firmly respond, taking his hands into yours. “You gave me a chance. He didn’t take it.” 

But this isn’t enough to calm Keigo down. He crumbles again, his lips trembling and eyes welling with tears. You instantly wrap your arms around him and hold him, cradling his head. “I feel like a fucking monster, Y/N,” he sobs into your stomach, gripping you for dear life. “I feel like I’m drowning and I’m gonna pull you right in with me. I don’t want that. I just wanna make you happy…” 

His fingers slide under your shirt to expose your stomach and he presses his face there, wetting your skin with tears. “Can you really love a monster like me?” he whispers against your skin. 

He begins to cry again, his body wracked with sobs and soft whines that tear at your soul. A lone tear drips down your face as you continue to cradle your boyfriend like he’s a child. And right now he is–he’s the exact neglected, abused, broken child he alluded to minutes before. You picture him as a little boy, roaming the streets of his home, doing anything and everything to survive because no one cared enough to care for him. You’ll make sure that never happens again. You swear it. 

Gently pushing him away from your stomach, you take his hands into yours and join him on the floor. He stares at you in awe, eyes red and face wet. “I have two answers for you,” you gently coo, smoothening his hair back. “To answer your first question is yes, I promise I’ll stay as long as you show me everything.” 

You cup his jaw and caress the burn scar. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, tears sparkling on his blonde lashes. “I want it all, Keigo: the scars; the bruises; the wounds. Tell me every secret you have; every dream and aspiration; every fear that keeps you up at night.” 

You lean in to kiss the burn then his bruised eye. “Let me take all of it, especially your pain.” You continue to kiss his face before trailing down to his neck and shoulders; his arms and collarbone; his chest and pert nipples. You kiss every bruise, scar, and burn you find, your fingers trailing over them. You treasure every soft moan and gasp he lets out, happy to have them over sobs and whines of anguish. 

“I don’t wanna fix you–I just wanna water you; nurture you; watch you grow the way you’ve done me.” You look at him then, cupping his face in your hands. “I just wanna love you the way you deserve to be loved.” 

His eyes widen an inch at your confession. “Yes, I love you, Keigo,” you softly giggle. “That’s my answer to your second answer: yes, I can love a monster. But you’re not a monster, Keigo. You’re just a human, even with these big ass wings.” 

You gently tickle a wing with your fingers, making him laugh under his breath. “You’re an intelligent, strong, beautiful man who deserves every inch of my love,” you whisper to him as you lean toward him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You breathe in his scent of sweat and cologne, committing it to memory. 

Keigo holds you to him, cradling your head to his neck. His hold on you is fierce and passionate, validating his feelings for you even before he utters them. “I really love you, you know that?” he whispers against your ear. Your heart jumps and a joyful grin stretches across your face. You look up at him, tracing every single feature of his pretty face with your eyes. “I do now,” you softly reply. 

He smiles at this, the act finally reaching his beautiful eyes. You trail your thumb over his bottom lip, your stomach curling at the plumpness of it. “Wanna smoke?” you ask, raising a playful eyebrow. 

At the mention of rolling up, Keigo’s wings ruffle excitedly and you giggle. “I thought you’d never ask,” he sighs, sounding like he needs it. With no hesitation, you help him to his feet and proceed to set up. You ask him to roll the blunt which he does, his fingers and tongue working expertly to tighten the blunt in a way you can’t. But then again, Keigo has always been good with his hands and mouth. 

After he finishes, you begin to pass the blunt back and forth between each other as you play your music from your phone, the sound of SZA filling the living room. Soon, you’re feeling light as a feather and high as a kite. Your body and mind are relaxed, especially feeling the solid chest of your man underneath you as you lie against him. 

The blunt lays on the ashtray on the coffee table now, smaller now after use. You reach for it and pinch it between your index and thumb before taking a puff, the end of the blunt turning red like an angry firefly. As soon as the smoke hits your lungs, you’re falling deeper into that sea of bliss. You look up at Keigo, finding his eyes fluttered closed. At first you think he's sleep, but his arm circling around your waist tells you different. “Feelin’ good, Kei, baby?” you coo to him, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips. You desperately want to kiss them. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, a content smile on his pretty face. The sight makes you giggle. You start to laugh even more when he suddenly circles his other arm around you and pulls you into his lap. “Don’t want you to leave,” he mutters to you as he grips your waist, firmly holding you to him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his forehead. “You have me,” you whisper to him. He looks up at you, eyes slightly red and glinting with adoration for you. “And you have me,” he replies, soft conviction in his voice. 

“Promise?” you utter hopefully. He slowly nods, staring at you the same way you do him: intensely; adoringly. Your fingers trail up his chest, his heart pounding underneath your fingertips. ‘He’s real,’ you think. ‘And all mine. And I need him.’ 

The want and need for Keigo and his body dawns on you quickly, quickly taking its toll on you. Your nipples harden and your thighs squeeze together as you begin to strip him out of his clothes with your eyes. “Prove it then,” you demand, need crawling into your voice. “Prove how much you love me. Prove to me that things will be different.” 

Realization alights behind Keigo’s eyes and his expression darkens slightly. It excites you. He coaxes you off of his lap before standing to meet you. “Come here,” he coos, already taking your hand in his. “Let’s get cleaned up.” You nod, excitement and anticipation filling your core with warmth as he leads you up the steps and straight down the hallway to his master bedroom. 

Keigo has over four bathrooms in his penthouse: in his bedroom, guest room, down the hall, and living room where his washer and dryer sit closest to the kitchen. The bathroom in his bedroom is by far the most beautiful, complete with marbled sink counters, a whirlpool tub, and a walk-in shower with a sliding glass door and one of those shower heads that make the water look like a rainforest waterfall. 

You watch, trembling in anticipation as Keigo gets the shower ready. He makes sure it’s at the right temperature to warm you up but not burn you before turning to face you, lust in his eyes. He then begins to undress himself, taking everything off until his hero gear is on the floor and he’s standing before you, completely bare. 

You’re silent, unable to speak. You’re too tongue-tied at the sight of your man’s body displayed before you like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Keigo is not extremely buff, but he still has some impressive muscles, including well-defined abs and a V-line that trails down to his tufts of darker blonde curls that you desperately want to venture towards. His gorgeous, muscled body is unfortunately scarred as well, fresh bruises and cuts coating his skin from the mission he just completely tonight. In addition, he still has scars from where Dabi burned him a year ago, the skin tight and pruned. You feel tears prick your eyes, realizing that it’s quite possible that you would’ve never seen his gorgeous body again. 

You close the gap between you and lay your hands flat on his chest. With your eyes locked with his, you begin to kiss every single old scar and bruise that adorns his soft, tanned skin. You’re careful with those that look fresh, making sure to skip those and focus on the ones that have been on Keigo’s body for months if not years. 

As you do, you find pleasure in the tiny sighs and groans that leave his lips, knowing he’s enjoying this TLC. It makes you feel good to know you’re making him feel good. You want him to know you enjoy every single part of him, no matter if he’s scarred or not. You think he’s beautiful. 

Finally, he pulls you away and gives you an excitably, darkened stare. You know what he wants now. Quickly, you go to strip yourself of his shirt, but he stops you. “Let me,” he gently orders, and you let your arms go limp at your sides. He presses his lips to yours and pulls you into a passionate, wet kiss as his hands slide up under his shirt. 

You softly moan into his mouth as you feel his hand on your bare skin. “You look so fuckin’ good in my clothes,” he whispers against your lips. “Even when you’re pissed at me, you still wear my shit.” 

He brings the shirt up more, exposing your panties, stomach, and bare breasts to him. He groans as he pulls the shirt up over your head and flings it across the bathroom before ducking down to play with your tits. He latches one of the hardened peaks of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. 

You moan a little louder, your hands grasping his shoulders. “Missed you,” you softly utter, biting back another moan as his tongue teases your hardened nipple. He peers up at you, smiling. “I missed you too, baby,” he whispers. “So much.” He presses his lips to your other breast, his fingers sliding down your sides. “M’so sorry for everything. I never should’ve pushed you away. I–“ 

“Hush,” you say, pressing a hand to his cheek. He looks up at you, regret in his eyes. “Show me how sorry you are now.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, he stands and takes your hand to walk you into the steaming-hot shower. As soon as you are under the jets of hot water, Keigo pushes you against the tiled wall and presses a passionate kiss to your lips. 

You moan softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer to you; as close as he can possibly be. He puts one hand above your head against the wall as he begins to grind his hips into yours, his pelvis pressing delightfully up against your clit. You whimper into his neck as he continues to move against you, his lips caressing your neck and that spot behind your ear that makes your pussy wet and your nipples tingle. 

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he coos. “So beautiful…so sexy…and you’re so mine.” 

The feeling is too much. It overpowers you, making you delirious with need. “I’m all yours,” you practically sob. “Please, Kei; don’t tease me.” 

Keigo moves his head away from your neck to smirk at you. “And so impatient,” he chuckles. His hand sneaks between your thighs where he presses his index and middle fingers between your pussy lips. You gasp at the sensation of his touch, your clit jumping against his palm. “Naughty girl. You’re already wet for me,” he groans. “I suppose you’ve been waitin’ long enough though. Time to show you how sorry I am.” 

After sucking on his fingers, he proceeds to get onto his knees and press his lips against your inner thigh before showering your pussy in kisses that quickly turn into open-mouthed sucks and licks that have you seeing stars. Your hands grab his shoulders, gripping them tightly as his tongue licks every bit of your pussy up, his lips pillowy-soft against your clit. “Fuck, Keigo,” you moan, leaning your head back against the shower wall. “You’re so good at this.” 

Keigo moans into your pussy in response, lashing his tongue in different shapes across your clit. When he suddenly hooks your leg over his shoulder, you squeak in surprise. He looks up at you, eyes shining and a love-drunk look on his face. “I’ve got you, baby,” he coos, staring up at you lovingly. “You know I do, don’t you?” 

Then he’s diving back in, one hand gripping your thigh hiked up to his ear and the other holding you steady by your hip. You’re losing your shit, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his shoulder for dear life. “Shit, Kei!” you cry out, your cries of ecstasy echoing off the shower walls. “Fuck, baby, that feels so…oh, my God!” 

Meanwhile, Keigo won’t shut the fuck up about how amazing and pretty your pussy is. “You have the prettiest fuckin’ pussy, baby,” he coos into your clit, his words slightly muffled. “You’re always so open n’ wet for me. How could I ever neglect this cunt?” 

His words ignite something in you that have you crumbling, all self-control abandoned. The porn-worthy sounds slipping from your lips are drowned out from the sound of the shower as Keigo continues to go waaaaay down south, never letting up. It doesn't take long for that knot in your core to begin to tighten, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “I’m close!” you whimper. “So close! Don’t stop!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Keigo mumbles into your pussy, still flicking that magical tongue. But when he inserts a finger and curls it up against your G-spot, you just about see God. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby,” he practically begs you, his finger encouraging you further. “Cum for me. Cum all over my face.” 

Your eyes close, plummeting you into darkness as your peak begins to dawn closer and closer the faster Keigo’s finger fucks you. “Please, baby,” he pleads. “I need you. Need all of you.” He dives back into your pussy, sucking on your clit softly in time with his finger stroking your insides and your G-spot. 

Finally, finally, you fall off that hill and cum all over your man’s face as requested. Keigo moans and whines in appreciation as you scream his name, nearly losing your voice. He grips your hips with such force that you can’t move as he licks you clean, his tongue carefully licking over and around your sensitive pussy. When he finally pulls away, his hair is wet and his face gleams with your cum. 

You help him up and clean his face off, running your thumbs over his plump lips. “That was amazing,” you breathlessly giggle. Keigo smiles proudly at you, happy with the praise. “I try.” 

You press a passionate kiss to his mouth, rendering him speechless afterwards. “Now, it’s your turn.” A newfound boldness courses through your veins as you press down onto his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the bench. “You sure, baby bird?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to–“ 

“Nah,” you interrupt him firmly. “I’m gettin’ that dick down my throat and you’re gonna enjoy every single second of it.” You settle down onto your knees in between his thighs, your hands trailing up his legs. “My amazing, intelligent hero deserves it.” 

Keeping your eyes locked with his, your nails gently graze up and down his thighs, earning a shiver and a delicious moan that escapes his luscious mouth. His cock quickly hardens even more between his legs, dripping with pre-cum all for you. Without wasting anymore time, you wrap your hand around the base of his length and begin to light peppering his dick in kisses, playing close attention to the sensitive spot at the underside of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed. You stare up at him, his dickhead in your face, near your lips. “You deserve all of this, honey,” you coo before you wrap your lips around his cock. You take your time with sucking him off, starting by sucking on the pink dickhead as you slowly pump your hand up and down, spitting onto his dick if necessary. 

By the time you take him deeper into your mouth, Keigo’s dick is nice and slick with water and your spit, allowing him to easily slip into your mouth. You continue to pump him up and down, stroking the rest of the length that you can’t fit in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head and along his dick, loving how warm his skin is, his masculine scent, and the taste of salt on your tastebuds. You commit all of it to memory, including his beauty face etched in pleasure. 

You take a bit more of him, your mouth stretching around his thick cock, but you don’t do it enough to hit the back of your throat. Not yet. Keigo is in his world. His blonde brows are knitted together in concentration while his chest heaves up and down. His hand immediately goes to your hair as he watches you bob your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that,” he hisses. “Such a good girl. So good for me.” 

His hand travels to the back of your head and gently pushes you down, causing his dick to slip farther into your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat finally, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. He keeps his hand on your head as you begin to gag on his cock, your throat pumping up and down, back and forth. 

Despite the year you’ve been with him, you still can’t believe how big he is. He practically fills your throat, stretching out the wet, inner walls until your jaw aches and your eyes begin to tear. But you do it for him and those lovely sounds dripping from his lips. “Fuck, baby bird!” He groans through gritted teeth. “So good! Such a good little slut for me!” His toes curl beside your naked thighs, his hand in your hair and gripping it tightly. 

You continue to give him the Glock Glock 3000, taking extra care to fondle his balls with your other hand. He loves that. He’s a whimpering, whining mess as you continue your work, working him so good that he’s seeing stars. You want to show him you can take everything. 

Finally, he growls deep in his throat and wrenches your head away from his dick. “Enough,” he firmly says. You gasp as you pop off of his dick, a string of saliva following him in his wake as he pulls his dick out of your mouth that droops from your bottom lip. 

You softly pant, catching your breath but also to calm yourself down. You’re becoming hornier by the second. Your pussy is wet and wanting, desperate to be filled, leaving you to rub your thighs together to give yourself some relief. Keigo’s eyes are blown with lust, filling you with excitement and a slight twinge of fear. “Get up,” he demands. 

You oblige and stand on shaky legs. You fortunately don’t have to move on your own. Keigo does the work for you. In an instant, he is behind you with his hands on your hips, forcing you to bend forward. With a squeak, your hands fly to the shower wall and your back arches, presenting your ass and dripping cunt to your boyfriend. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he growls, giving your ass a sharp smack that echoes off the shower walls. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you?” He hisses, spanking you again. “Nobody could ever make you feel like this, could they?” 

You whimper, the stinging of his spanks making your pussy tingle. He spanks you again, harder this time, and you yelp. “I didn’t hear that, gorgeous,” he snickers. “Louder for me.” You whimper when you suddenly feel his cock slide against your pussy, nudging your sensitive clit. 

“Yes!” you wail out. “No one makes me feel like you do, daddy!” You turn to look at him, arching your pretty ass further into him and whining your hips around for him. “Please, please fuck me, Kei. I can’t take much more!” Keigo watches your hips and ass, slowing growing more and more needy by the second. 

“Fuck!” The word leaves his lips in a hiss. He instantly grabs your hips, lines his dick up, and sinks inside of you. Finally home. A gasp falls from your open mouth as he sinks in deeper, stretching you out. No matter how many times you do this with him, you’ll always feel full with him. 

Keigo holds your hips and slowly begins to roll his hips into you, sending your clit into hyperdrive with pleasure. You’re a mess at this point, grinding your ass back into him despite his slow pace. “Keigo,” you whine in need. 

Keigo chuckles, still rolling his hips, his dick pumping in and out of you slowly. “Patience, baby. I wanna make it last.” He suddenly lets go of your hips and grabs your tits, squeezing them in his palms and emitting gasps from you. 

“You’re mine, you understand?” He growls into your ear. “You’re. Fuckin’. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by sudden, rough trusts that make your eyes blow and your mouth fall open in a wordless, pleasured O. Now Keigo begins to go faster, snapping his hips forward as the water continues to fall around you in sheets. The only sounds are of the water hitting the shower floor, skin slapping against wet skin, and your breathless moans and gasps of pleasure as Keigo continues to pummel your cunt. You go to rub your clit as he does, but he shoos it away and does it for you, rubbing the bud in time with his relentless thrusts. “No, no, no, baby,” he coos into your ear. “I told you you're mine. Which means this is my pussy too.” 

His other hand suddenly moves to your leg and lifts it up, just enough for you to feel his cock sink deeper into your walls. “Oh, my God!” you holler, your head falling back in pure ecstasy as Keigo continues to fuck you silly with your leg up and his hand on your clit. “Shit, Kei, I’m gonna cum soon!” 

You can feel your orgasm quickly building, that knot in your core about to snap. Keigo moves his body closer to yours and pushes it against the wall, causing your tits to squish erotically against the wet shower door. “Do it, baby,” he growls into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick. Your dick.” 

His words send you over the edge. You tumble down that hill hard and fall into a sea of bliss as your second orgasm washes over you. All you can say is his name and God’s name in vain as you cum all over his cock that has begun to replace its fast pumps with slow strokes, Keigo’s hips doing wonders behind you. 

Keigo holds you to him as you continue to cum, breathlessly moaning into your ear. “You’re so good for me, baby,” he whispers, peppering the side of your face in kisses. “So tight…gonna make me cum soon too…” 

“Do it,” you beg him. “Please cum for me. Cum inside me, daddy.” 

You’re delirious with need for him, all logic going out the window. You and Keigo have always been careful, leading to him usually pulling out before cumming even though you’re on the pill. But after tonight, you want to feel all of him. 

“No.” Keigo’s voice is firm and deep, almost a monstrous growl. It renders you speechless as he suddenly slips out of you and places your leg down. Before you can process what’s happening, he twirls you around and scoops you up into his arms. 

You squeak in surprise at the sudden action, but say nothing as he slides the bathroom door open and exits the shower, causing the water to cut off. He is swift and quick as he makes the trip from his bathroom to his master bedroom. He wastes no time tossing you onto the bed. You gasp as you bounce slightly against the mattress, still wet and naked from the shower. 

When you finally settle onto your back, you stare up at him in confusion. “What are you doing?” you ask, a little giggle leaving your lips. But you stop when you get a good look at him. 

In the dim light of the moon that shines through the window, Keigo looks less than human: his eyes are a dark gold and glowing brightly as he stares down at you, his crimson-colored wings fluffier and frazzled as if someone has touched them too much and caused them to become oversensitive. Gone is the Keigo you know, replaced with a man starving for release and you. 

He suddenly gets on top of you, pinning your hands over your head with one hand. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby girl,” he softly growls to you. “I’m gonna put your pretty ass into a mating press. Then I’m gonna fuck you deep, hard, and fast until I spray my cum all in that pretty lil’ pussy of yours. Then, when I’m done, I’m gonna pull out and spray you in the rest of it so people will know you’re mine. And you’re gonna like all of it and take all of it like my good little slut.” 

He leans down so his nose is pressed against yours, his face like a full moon emerging in the sky. “Is that clear?” he gutturally asks. 

Fear and arousal curl in your stomach, chasing each other around so one can be dominating your body and mind. You don’t know how you manage to speak–your mouth is so dry–but you do. A tiny “yes, daddy” leaves your lips as your pussy throbs and begs for him. “I understand,” you whisper. “Please fuck me.” 

That is all Keigo needs. In a blink of an eye, your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s sinking his cock deep inside of you. A loud moan leaves your lips as he fills you to the brim, so deep that his balls hit your ass and his pelvis presses against your sensitive clit. You swear he’s never been so deep inside of you before. You can almost feel him in your stomach! 

Keigo leans down so you’re face to face, chest to chest. “Can you feel me, baby?” he coos against your lips. “Is it too much for you? Am I fillin’ that poor pussy up too much?” 

You whine in response, your hands gripping his shoulders. He wolfishly grins down at you, loving your submissive, dumb little state. “Don’t worry; you can take it. You’re a big girl, right?” He begins to rut into you, hips snapping against yours and cock pumping deep into your pussy. “Right?” he growls, purposely angling his hips to aim at your G-spot. 

You’re seeing the entire galaxy now, your pussy spasming around his dick that mercilessly strokes your walls. When he begins to slow down to tease you, you open your mouth to cuss him out, but all that leaves is a high-pitched, incoherent whine. Keigo laughs right in your face, loving this shit.

‘Bastard,’ you think, the only clear thought in your dicked-down, fucked-out mind that isn’t the pleasure or the scent of your boyfriend. ‘Two can play at this game, bitch.’ 

You then take two of your fingers and proceed to lightly stroke Keigo’s feathers, taking extra care to touch each overly-sensitive, buttery-soft feather. It is enough to have Keigo’s eyes widening and his body tensing. You smirk up at him and his reaction, continuing to torture him. “Somethin’ wrong, daddy?” you innocently coo. 

You then move your hands to the tips of his feathers and stroke them one at a time, running the tips of your fingers over each of them. Keigo lets out a high-pitched whine that has your pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. “D-don’t!” He cutely begs. “Gonna cum if you do that!” 

“Then you’d better fuck me then.” You lock your legs tighter around his head and your hands grip him tighter, locking him in. “Cum inside of me,” you demand. “Cum with me.” 

Keigo doesn’t need to be told twice. He snaps back into position and continues to pummel your cunt, his hips snapping forward again and again, driving his cock deeper into you. You gasp and moan beneath him, egging him on as you bounce against the mattress that shakes with the force of his thrusts. “Yes, baby!” you moan loudly, your voice bouncing off the walls. “That’s it! Keep going! I’m so close!” 

You continue to stroke his wings, up and down, in circles, in aimless patterns that start to lose shape as he starts fucking you harder. His hands suddenly take your legs off his shoulder and pin your open thighs down as far as they’ll go as he settles deeper into you, practically mounting you now. 

“You see it now?” he hums hotly against your mouth. “You see how much I love you? How much I need you?” You can’t answer him because he is now kissing you–hard, passionate, and rough. It has you seeing stars and barely catching your breath as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. 

Finally, you begin to feel it: his cock swelling inside of you, signaling the beginning of his end. You look up at Keigo and find his eyes locked with yours, blonde locks in his face and sweat coating his body. “Gonna cum,” he warns. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Fill you with all of me. Gonna fuckin’ nut…” 

You deliriously nod as your pussy spasms and your clit jumps, your third orgasm of the night present. “Me too!” you cry out. “Cum with me, Kei! Fill me up! Make me yours!” 

Keigo doesn’t need you to say anything more. He swoops down to press his mouth to yours in an open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss, eating the sounds of your pleasure up as you finally cum all over his cock. He cums too, spilling his seed inside of you without a warning or a second though. A loud moan of your name and a whine of ecstasy leaves his lips as he cums, his hips stilling against yours. 

You feel his cum stream inside of you, warm and overflowing. So much so that your mouth drops open and your eyes widen, the feeling foreign and intense. He coats your inside in all of his nut and doesn’t stop fucking you until his cum is finally dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. 

Keigo pulls out of you quickly, making you whine at the sudden loss. His cum spills out of your pussy, the sight of it lewd yet so arousing. “God, that’s so hot!” he groans, pumping his dick in front of you, his shaft slick with his cum and yours. “Makes me wanna cum again.” 

He suddenly scrambles on top of you and straddles your chest, his dick now in your face. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he growls. You do so, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for all of him to coat it. 

Keigo cums again, tossing his head back and moaning to the ceiling, his voice echoing off the walls. His cum coats your mouth and tastebuds as well as your tits and face, causing your eyes to flutter shut to avoid getting nut in your eyes. He coats every single inch of your skin in his cum, marking you completely as his. You feel like you’re his now, and you love every inch of it. 

When you finally open your eyes, your face is wet and sticky with cum as are your chest, lips, pussy, and ass. Keigo is coming down from his high, his dick growing soft and eyes dimming. When he finally comes to and gets a look at you, he grows as red as his feathers. “Fuck, look at you!” He gasps, horrified. “Don’t move. Lemme go get a towel.” 

He nearly falls out of the bed trying to get up fast enough to go run to the bathroom. You lie there, covered in cum and sedated by your three orgasms of the night. And then you begin to laugh. They come up in short giggles that reach hysteria until you’re full on guffawing in Keigo’s bed. 

When he finally comes back with a soft towel wet with warm water and a glass of water, he stares at you in confusion. “What?” He asks curiously. 

“Nothing,” you giggle. “That was just…really nice.” You smile sweetly at him as he crawls onto the bed and proceeds to clean you up. He moves the wet towel across your sticky, sweat and cum-soaked skin until you’re finally free of it all. Then he moves to the bedside table to get the massage oil that he’s used on you and himself many times. 

You smile contently as you watch him squirt the tropical-scented oil into his hands and rub them together. He takes his time and is extra careful with your legs as he moves each one into his hands, starting from your feet to your thighs to kneed the tender flesh and massage the oil into your skin. 

His hands are warm and feel so nice against your body as he rubs you down, now moving to your stomach and shoulders. He then works on your arms and hands, taking each finger and gently tugging on each one. He is an expert, paying close attention to your bones and muscles on your hand. You can’t help but be aroused from it, loving the way he takes care of you. 

When he finishes with the front, he turns you onto your stomach and coaxes you to lie flat on the mattress. After he gets more oil, he continues to massage your body, his knuckles pushing into your back muscles and hands kneading the globes of your ass. Your head falls onto the bed in utter pleasure and relaxation, making your muscles less tense and loose.

“Mmm,” you moan as Keigo’s fingers start to kneed into the bones of your shoulders. 

“Feelin’ good, baby bird?” he hums happily.

You nod lazily and he laughs, continuing to work your body into an absolute puddle. You love this: the tenderness that comes after some good sex. All you smell are your boyfriend and the massage oil, the scents relaxing you even further and pushing you towards sleep. 

When it’s finally over, Keigo scoops you off of the bed and you let him, too relaxed and exhausted to do it yourself. “Come on, gorgeous,” he coos. “Let’s get you into bed.” He coaxes you under the covers before settling in beside you. As soon as he’s in bed with you, you snuggle up against his side and he wraps his arms around you, holding you closer than close. 

“Love you,” he murmurs against your forehead that he lays kisses upon. “Love you so much.” 

“I love you too, Kei,” you whisper into his neck, breathing in his smell. Your hand falls to his chest and presses against his heart, feeling it beat against your palm. “I always will.” 

He stares down at you, his gaze soft yet serious. “Then if you ain’t too tired, you in the mood for a very sad backstory?” He asks, a wry smirk playing at his lips. 

Suddenly, all sleepiness and the fog of relaxation are gone. You sit up onto your elbow, your heart beating a bit faster. Keigo is still staring at you, dead serious and waiting for a response. You give it to him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his face as you do. “Always,” you whisper against his lips. 

Keigo smiles and presses another kiss to your lips before you lay back down beside him, mentally and emotionally preparing for his story. He doesn’t look at you as he prepares himself, mentally pulling back the pages to the book of his life that he swore not to tell you. But after tonight, that promise is broken. 

“It all starts on the little island of Kyushu,” he begins softly. 

THE END. 

[amethystsong]

If you're still doing the wip game!!!

Apron

Hallmark Tree Farm

TODOROKI SENSEI 👀🔥

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

Elegies!! I'm so sorry I didn't see this! Thanks for the ask!

Apron- Gen, Family Fluff

A holiday fic for my Uncle Jeanist series that is probably coming out soon because I am filled with baby Keigo feels after rereading the second fic where Keigo got adopted by Tsunagu! This one has baby Keigo inviting the Todofam over to make cut out cookies with him an Jeanist where Touya bullies Jeanist for the sock advent calender, puts way too much frosting on his cookies, Enji and Tsunagu have a gingerbread house competition, and Rei rocks some sweet mom jeans!

Hallmark Tree Farm-DabiKeigoTouya

Farmverse with the twins Touya and Dabi who have to defend Keigo's Christmas Tree farm from Gremlins and maybe Krampdaddy? And some sexy subby twin action later on in some holiday stockings probably and maybe some christmas light bondage.

HEHE TODOROKI SENSEI-EnhoHoen

Going to ramble for a bit because I'm legit so excited for this one.

Thief Takami injected Endeavor with Trigger as he was getting arrested and Enji nearly died, going to the hospital AFO/Garaki are connected to. Rather than spend time inflicting psychological trauma (too busy with little Tomura) they decide to "nerf" the Todorokis by telling Enji he has to give up being Endeavor or his heart will give out, and that he passed this genetic condition onto his children who will also die if they use their quirks extensively because of the extreme strain with the temperatures. He retires from being a hero, not wanting to die early like his own father, and Nedzu scoops him up. Touya comes to terms with things and becomes a private detective, Enji forbids all the kids from being heroes, but Shouto ignores him and joins UA hero course. Hawks is sent by the HPSC to pose as a part time teacher (teaches communications) (Enji does the older classes and teaches them how to run an agency/history) to spy on All Might and his rumored new protege. Enji's a dumbass teacher who doesn't realize his coworker is flirting with him and Touya wants to slip into a coma to avoid witnessing all this.

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too- TouKei Spy x Family Inspired

Pro Hero Twilight aka Touya Todoroki is asked to investigate a strange new housing development on a remote volcanic island that is suspected of engineering a new strain of Trigger and possible trafficking. But, in order to blend into suburbia he needs a family. He asks his best friend Keigo who owns his own bakery and moonlights as a vigilante called Mockingbird who totally hasn't been pining for him to pose as his husband and move in. On one of Keigo's vigilante missions he finds a recently orphaned owl heteromorph little girl who can read minds who was kidnapped by a shady business man. And well wouldn't you know it, they acquired a daughter now and can totally play house while investigating this suspicious suburbia.

[kissatoru]

⊱ ─── ✧ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 ✧ ─── ⊰

KEIGO TAKAMI

nothing here yet!

AKI HAYAKAWA

nothing here yet!

OSAMU DAZAI

thirst — overstimming him<3

MULTI-CHARACTER

boys with long hair and hair pulling kinks — ft. eren jaeger, suguru geto, chuuya nakahara, tomura shigaraki, aki hayakawa, giyuu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku and more

big strong subby men — ft. reiner braun, tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, kotaro bokuto, arataki itto, nicholas d. wolfwood

boys who tell you to ‘fuck them properly’ — ft. satoru gojo, tomura shigaraki, eren jaeger, floch forster, osamu dazai, toru oikawa

kissdrunk — ft. armin arlert, mitsuri kanroji, aizetsu, suguru geto, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, aki hayakawa

sweetly teasing — ft. armin arlert, kento nanami, suguru geto, giyuu tomioka, keigo takami

bratty subs — ft. eren jaeger, toji fushiguro, touya todoroki, muzan kibutsuji, sanemi shinazugawa

[trueshellz]

Subby Boys Collab for @httptamaki

Warnings: sub!Hawks, female reader, collar and leash, spreader bar, mild bondage, ballgag use, facesitting, anal play mentioned, overstimulation mentioned, some comfort, injured Keigo

Summary: Hawks has just had enough of his work and you know the perfect way to help him relax...

Masterlist

Dragging his feet through the hallway to your shared apartment, Keigo fumbled with his key before opening the door with a slam loud enough to make you jump. His jacket was dirty from the fight, wings drooping from exhaustion and ends of his hair singed from the fire thay broke out afterwards. Body hurting, feathers depleted and completely wrecked from the crap week, he walked behind you and buried his face in your back with a loud sigh.

"Bad day, baby?"

"Bad week. I'm done. I got a week off to recover and I don't even know where to start."

Turning around and wrapping your arms around him, you could smell smoke and the metallic undertones of blood on him. Rubbed your hand up and down his back, smiling when he almost flitted in happiness, you drew back and kissed his forehead and mouth before tugging his jacket down and taking his hand. This was a routine for you every so often Keigo would get some time off and instead of pinning you down and fucking you stupid, he would let you have control.

"How about you let me take care of you today, baby? Hmm? I'll look after you."

Keigo let you guide him to the bathroom, stripping his clothes off and throwing them in the bin before you cleaned and treated the small wounds. After the week from hell, he knew this would be the perfect way to de-stress and unwind from the horrors he had seen. He could already feel himself relaxing from your touch, the anticipation and excitement growing with each passing second.

"Okay."

Smiling when you squealed in glee, hands pumping the air as you moved him to sit on the side of the bathtub while it filled. You let him touch you for now, a right he would lose after the wash, something you knew he needed now just to reassure himself and give him the closeness he needed. You felt his fingers trace the skin of your legs as you bent down, hand cupping your ass as he rubbed it and caressed it. Pulling you to sit on his lap while the bubbles became frothy and the bath salts dissolved.

"In you get, baby."

Hissing as his body hit the water, warmth seeping through his skin and pores as he lowered himself down. Keigo let his hear drop back with a small hum, moaning when you sat behind him and began rubbing his scalp gently with some shampoo. Gold eyes peering up at you with affection, head leaning on your knee as his skin tinged pink from the heat. The room getting foggy as your warms breaths mingled together, adding to the atmosphere.

"My pretty boy. You're all tired aren't you? I'll take care of you today."

You washed away the grime and sweat, hands running down his chest and rinsing it off until his skin was shiny and glowing. Hair washed and pushed back, cutting off the singed ends with some scissors so it looked neater. Helping him out the bath and rubbing him dry with a towel until he was dry, his head drooping onto your shoulder as he leaned into your touch. Taking your hand as you guided him to the bed and lay him on his back. Warming some oil between your hands and the hard planes of his back, giggling a little as he groaned at the clicking his back made. You could hear his breath come in pants, hands curling into the bed cover under him as he began rocking his hips slowly.

"Naughty boy, not yet."

"Angel, please."

Turning him over and repeating the process, sitting on his lap and grinding on his hard dick as he whimpered behind his fist. A small blush on his sculpted cheekbones and chest, eyes rolling back as your clothed pussy hit the tip of his dick. Hands rubbing down his chest and up to pinch his nipples as he arched his back off the bed. Leaving him, you rubbed the spreader bar and padded cuffs from under the bed before attached them to your boyfriend. A small grin on his lips when you clicked the bar into place and looped the cuffs around the headboard until you waved the ballgag in his face, then his eyes widened a tad, letting you click it into place before huffing through his nose. Moving down the bed until your mouth was near his thighs, hands rubbing up and down the corded muscle there as you mouthed the side of his dick. You could hear the groan echo behind the gag as your mouth closed over the tip.

"You taste so good, baby. If you're a good boy maybe I'll let you fuck my throat." Another whine. "Yeah? Sounds good right?"

Moving your head up and down, hands fondling his balls with each stroke, you heard the bar click against his resistance. A giggle, which must have vibrated because you heard him moan again, scraping your nails lightly up and down his chest over his abs and down until your hand met your mouth. Moving faster now, feeling his legs tremble and his back arch as he neared his orgasm, choosing that point to pull off and hold the base of his dick as he whined loudly behind the gag. His foot kicking on the bed in indignation, eyes narrowing at you when he was ignored worse so when you simply shrugged at him. You could see the tears gather in his eyes, frustration and the sheer willpower not to cum, knowing far too well what would happen if he disobeyed. The one time he ignored your instructions, you ended up tying him up and stuck a vibrating dildo up his ass making him cum over and over again milking him dry.

"Aw, baby. You look so cute all flustered and pissed off." Giggling when he growled behind the gag. "Wanna fuck my throat? I know how much you get off on that."

Keigo nodded, his blonde hair falling in his eyes which were streaming from overstimulation. You always knew how to make him feel better, even if he wasn't happy with the lack of orgasms, he knew you would take care of him and look after his wellbeing. He could feel the drool seeping out the side o the plastic, leaking down the side of his face while his hands rattles in the cuffs. Back arching as you mouth swallowed him down again, your hand tapping his thigh to signal for him to move. Absolute heaven as he started rocking his hips to meet your mouth, feeling the wet and warm cavern surrounding his dick. Your hands rubbing the sensitive area behind his balls, itching to hold your hair and fuck your mouth like he wanted. He sighed in relief when your hand reached up to tug the gag down, jaw flexing as he regained control if it even though the drool was everywhere he could not curse and moan without it being smothered.

"Feels so good, angel. Fuck, baby. Don't stop please. 'M so close."

Head thrown back, sweat gathering on his forehead as hedug his heels into the bed Keigo groaned loud and long as he emptied himself down your throat. Feeling your throat close around him, tongue lapping at the head as your hands massaged his thighs and chest. He couldn't stop the long groans when he felt your mouth move up and down his sensitive length, hissing when it became too much. Sighing in relief when he saw you pull down your underwear and climb up his body to ride his tongue. Hissing out a 'yes' when you unlocked the cuffs, hands quickly grabbing your ass and bringing you closer as his tongue moved through your folds. Your essence bursting across his tongue, fingers weaving through his hair as you rode his face. Pushing his tongue into you, fucking you with it in small strokes he moaned when you tugged his hair a little harder.

"Slow down, baby. I don't wanna cum yet."

Another whine as you held his dick in warning, pulling back and sucking on your folds to appease you. Keigo hummed as his lips closed around your clit, fingers pushing into your hole when you signalled for him to. Curling them and flicking his wrist to make you cum, the dual feeling of you pulling his hair and grinding on his face while making those pretty noises made him feel better already. He felt your legs tighten around his head as you moaned, hips stuttering in pace as he left small kitten licks on your clit swallowing up the slick you left behind. Taking a deep breath when you moved away to remove the spreader bar and clean him up, tugging your arm back to kiss your hand with a tired smile.

"Thanks, angel. I needed that."

Dropping a small kiss on his forehead and wiping him down, shushing him when he made a protest against the washcloth, you switched off the lights. The room darkened with only the sounds of the diffuser and your breathing as your wrapped yours arms around him from the back and shuffled closer to him.

"Anytime, baby."

[whorekeigo]

good boy keigo

wc: 307

summary: your good boy keigo is a brat in disguise.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

“Yeah?” You asked, voice higher than it usually would be. There’s a bit more of a whiny, teasing lilt to it than normal. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Keigo?”

The man between your legs shook his head up and down fervently, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit each time. “I’m-” he said, words muffled against your slick. “good- good boy.” Keigo wrapped his arms around your thighs and let his needy, grabby hands knead the flesh there. He dove back in, wasting no time in sucking your clit into his mouth.

You reached down and let your fingers latch onto his hair. Not pulling him closer nor pushing him away, just needing to be touching him. Keigo nipped at your clit, just a small roll of his teeth. With your legs slung over your shoulder, you let the heel of your foot press harshly against the sensitive spot between his wings where they connect to his back. Sure, he was a good boy. Sometimes.

“Don’t.” You spoke with gritted teeth. His eyes flashed up to yours. You could see the signature curve of his lips grow, shiny and wet.

“Or..?” He taunted, fingertips pressing harder into the tops of your thighs. Fucking brat.

“Or,” You gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face closer to yours. “I can finish myself off and you can go back to doing paperwork.” You pushed him back and let go, spreading your legs wider and pushing yourself up on the bed.

“No!” All remnants of his cocky demeanor immediately vanished. He brought himself back closer to you and sighed softly against your heat. “You don’t have to be so mean about it..”

You smiled softly and settled back into place, pushing the hair fallen on his face back. “I wouldn’t have to threaten you if you were good.”

[sensuosity]

riding hawks is immaculate ‼️

the perfect chance to edge him because you’re the one in control

he eyes will get teary as you tease him, ruffling his feathers. his nails practically digging into your hips, bucking up into you for a release

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo who had a sex doll before he met you and after you find it you make him fuck it in front of you to humiliate himself.

[sugoi-writes]

Hawks riding a dick and his wings fluttering

*aggressively makes grabby hands* I don't have a dick, but I sure want a strap--

Anyways, yes: yes yes. The birdman is very expressive, and sometimes VERY vocal. It would only make sense that his wings are the same way (especially with how sensitive some parts of them are).

If you ever go doggy with him and you just fucking YANK on the base of his wings... Or: if dig your nails into the little fleshy bit by/around the base of his wings, he will literally do anything you ask him too. He would be putty in your hands, that's for sure

10/10, peghawks2020

[pumpkinpot]

Submissive men I think would use their authority to wryly you up in hopes you'll take it out on them later.

Levi Ackerman- He will run you into the ground making you do laps, ODM exercises and other shit just to watch you quirk your brow and dutifully comply. Though he knows full well that night he'll be four edgings deep with a red cheeks and your strap six inches deep inside of him.

Gojou Santou- He is more bratty and is more willing to show it. He'll say things like, "what are you going to punish me?" Or "you can't beat me sweetheart," while once behind closed doors it's, " I'm sorry Mommy please let me cum, I'll be so good for you, I promise. "

Obi- He's so nervous to boss you around. He knows the power you have and wants nothing more than to keep you pleased. That's not to say he won't boss you around. He is captain after all. Hell be like "Y/N get me that paper! p-please." He's so sweet and subby in bed through eagerly waiting to please you. His corner stone phrases are, "let me make you feel good" and "anything for you."

Keigo Takami (Hawks)- Another brat that would thrive off the attention he can garner on your behalf. He wouldn't necessarily have "authority" but he would try shit in front of reporters. He'd have you under his arm with a goofy smile and be like, "I'm going to get punished for this later, but- (insert smart ass remark)", or "oh you think you can take on Japan's fastest don't you (insert honorific)?" Later that night he'd be riding your strap his teeth vicing your shoulder as you pound up into him with a cocky, "where is that attitude now angel?"

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If you like this content here is my  Master List and Rules

[keilemlucent]

hawks | takami keigo

🍇 drabbles/ficlets🍇 (full fic masterlist)

tag

angry hawks blowing off steam, tw blood play

feral, rut hawks and sick reader

possessive, jealous hawks

prank wars goes too far, sfw

dom/sub + thigh riding

movie night + spending the night

sub hawks, shibari

hawks breaking your bed

panty gag

subby keigo & a dual-ended dildo

hurt/comfort, keigo comfort for panic attacks

hookah lounge with kei

condescending, mean kei

cheating hawks angst + dabihawks threesome drabble series          ||  part 1  ||  part 2 ||  part 3 ||  part 4 (final) ||

domestic fluff, mosty SFW

keigo walks you hope from a party, SFW

drunk reader & ‘cuddling’ w keigo

cockwarming in semi-public

pegging + “mistress”

yandere hawks

light somnophilia + morning kisses

lavender latte sex scene preview

oviposition

hero’s gala hallway f*cking

degradation & spanking

squirting

subby keigo + cum eating

predator & prey

dom keigo & dumbification 

sex-based panic attack comfort (sfw)

horny for hands (sfw)

daddy kink & masochist reader

hurt/comfort, kidnapped reader (sfw) 

spiraling comfort (sfw)

daddy kink christmas special

keigo fingering you, exhibitionism

valentine’s ‘brawl’

boss hawks, pa reader (tw dubcon)

aftercare 

(tw dark content) yandere hawks + mindbreak reader

clubbing + possessive keigo

forget the bad days 

🍑thirst & headcanons 🍑

tag

coming home

hawks x convertible fluff, (sfw)

unintentional nesting fluff

rut keigo & you @ work

service dom, giver keigo thirst 

soft, stress relief thirst (sfw)

morning softness (sfw)

edging you until you cry

positions

somnophilia + pre-rut keigo

domestic avian keigo

rut keigo & sick reader v2

chubby keigo and torpor

keigo and little gifts 

how keigo sleeps

keigo in a skirt

[thehandsresisthim]

Hello! May I put in a request for a dom reader (hopefully with male pronouns but it’s cool if not) being a soft dom for Hawks and/or Dabi (separately).

Like, praise, light bondage, and body worship kind of thing.

Thanks in advance whether or not you choose to write this! Have a cookie for your hard work 🍪

Thank you so much for your request! When I wrote these two headcanons and reread them later on, I noticed that there was no instance of me using any pronouns for the reader, so it should be gender neutral - I hope that this is okay with you. If I'm being a dumbass and there were any, please let me know and I'll change it immediately. Here's some of my water melon as a thanks! 🍉

Soft Dom Reader - Headcanons

Contains:

-> Dabi | Todoroki Touya

-> Hawks | Takami Keigo

Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Contains: subby dabi, light bondage, teasing, praise kink

-> I feel like he'd be a little insecure about his body

-> so it's a good idea to show him just how much you adore him

-> use a soft fabric to tie him up, and then just - start praising the fuck out of him

-> at first, he won't believe you, being like "me? Beautiful? Did you ever look at me properly?" so it's important to shut down these thoughts before he drags himself down

-> kiss all over his body - say how his scars don't bother you, and how he doesn't have to be ashamed of being a bit bony due to his fast metabolism

-> especially fond of "my good boy" "my pretty boy" "you're absolutely gorgeous, Touya"

-> will melt if you use your fingers to comp through his hair

-> if you cup his face with your hands he'll sigh softly and will rest his head in your hands

-> you could be a bit of a tease by consciously being slow with your ministrations

-> make him tell you how gorgeous he is and praise himself before going faster

-> once he starts moaning - tell him how pretty he sounds <3

-> also praise him after/whilst he cums

-> I believe he'd make an adorable ahegao face, so be sure to tell him that you find it beautiful

---

"My good boy. You're so pretty, Touya." you say, whilst your boyfriend stares at you, pretty blue eyes full of admiration.

You softly start to stroke his face, tracing his piercings, as well as the staples holding his skin together.

"You're doing so well." he stares at you in disbelief. Did he hear you right? Him? Pretty? Doing well?

You just smile at him reassuringly. "You better don't believe anything else."

Your hands start going straight to his cock, softly massaging, teasing the opening and smearing the dripping pre all over his pretty dick.

But there's one thing that bothers Touya: you're going slow. Way too slow!

You quickly pick up on his frustration, smirking and explaining to him: "If you want me to go faster and perhaps even use my mouth, you better tell me what an amazing boy you are."

His face falls, but he quickly answers: "I g-guess I'll try."

"You either do, or you don't. There's no trying."

"Yes, ____." Touya replies. Then, he seems to start thinking on how to go about his task.

"I'm your good boy - I-I'm pretty, I'm amazing, -" he starts.

You smile brightly, speed up your movements and take your mouth closer to his cock.

"You're doing so well - and you're right, you're amazing. I love you, Touya. More than you could ever imagine."

"I love you too, ___.", he replies eagerly and throws his head back once you engulf his tip inside of your mouth.

Hawks | Takami Keigo

Contains: subby hawks, light bondage, wing kink? I don't know but reader massages them, a hint of praise kink

-> loves soft bondage

-> specifically a light fabric to hold his wrists together

-> it doesn't even really have to be effective, it just helps him relax, since he likes the feeling of belonging

-> strongly enjoys body worship

-> for example, tie him down with him laying on his front, then start grooming and massaging his wings

-> it's perfect because it displays tender care, but there are also plenty of erageous zones on his wings

-> so it balances between caring and horniness, which both strongly satisfy the big bird

-> since he's honestly a bit small in comparison to the other heroes, he enjoys you praising him in that regard - likes being called your big boy/bird

-> absolutely adores it when you touch his muscles

-> trace the ones decorating his arms, his back, his stomach - he loves it!

-> it grounds him and it can help him remind himself of how capable he is

-> gentle touches are another weakness

---

"Is it too tight?" you ask, prepared to perhaps readjust the fabric wrapped around his wrists. It's a pretty shade of red, just a bit darker than his wings. You think it looks amazing on him.

"No, ___. It's fine.", your boyfriend answers your questions.

You smile, "that's good", and immediately take to rubbing your hands through the feathers of his wings, which by now have stretched out as far as the go, probably in anticipation.

Keigo shivers. "It feels good."

"I know.", you reply and start massaging his left wing, beginning at the outer edges and working yourself towards the part where it meets the strong flesh of his back.

He reacts deliciously - moaning and groaning, telling you how good it feels.

You can hear his smile through his voice, how protected and cared for and promptly pampered he feels - he enjoys these sessions deeply.

You're very happy to have the ability to make him feel like this - he definitely deserves it.

Once you reach the softer feathers, the ones that cover the part of his wings that are close to the part where the emerge from his back, Keigos cock starts to get seriously interested.

He whimpers and moans, rubbing against the bed.

"My big boy, Keigo. Don't worry, you'll get relief soon," you say and continue massaging the soft feathers.

[suyacho]

Hi everyone, my birthday is in september so I thought, why not drop a subby boys collab? I mean who doesn’t love them? It’s obviously a NSFW collab, so minors DNI.

The theme is obviously subby boys, what exactly does that mean? Have a male character being a subby bitch for you, that’s it.

reblog this after i add you onto this post.

STATUS: accepting | CLOSED

before starting, please check out the rules right here. Here are the rules shortened for now!

❥ send me an ask/message asking to join!

❥ All characters must be aged up and once again, minors DNI, this is a NSFW collab so this is not for you.

❥ art & writing are both welcome! keep the pieces as long or short as you want, as long as you’re having fun!

❥ it’s due september 24th aka my birthday.

❥ you can post it before that but it’s also okay if you’re gonna be late, just send me a message if that’s the case :)

❥ if a character is taken, please pick another one! all fandoms are welcome <3

❥ link the masterlist to your post.

❥ you can join more than once as long as you have fun and put yourself before writing <3

— AOT

porco galliard - @impalawrites

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levi ackerman - @crunchy-cloud

→ click here

— BNHA

keigo takami - @trueshellz

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shoto todoroki - @haikyutiehoe

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aizawa shouta - @ajaviary

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tamaki amajiki - @liebste-kleine-dame

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denki kaminari - @dekusbunny

→ click here

katsuki bakugou - @katsukichu

→ click here, art | writing

— KNY

douma - @kny-aizetsu-muse

→ click here

tengen uzui - @iznku

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himejima gyoumei - @httptamaki

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muzan kibutsuji - @leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan

→ click here

tomioka giyuu - @thehouseofmaple (art)

→ click here

— JJK

choso - @akaza-s-bitch

→ click here

mahito - @semisgroupie

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— NARUTO

gaara - @mal-adaptive-daydreamer

→ click here

— HAIKYUU

suna rintarou - @rintah0e

→ click here

Tags: @fuwushiguro @lonelyweeb77 @sageyrage @cantbuysophialove @touyas-peach @justscar @kaysayshey @alician17 @katonshoko

if you want to be tagged in future collabs, click here <3

[606words]

subby boys HC

Contains: Denki, Keigo (Hawks), Tamaki

Warning(s): LEWD (18+ only), dom!reader, shibari, praise kink, overstim, denial (let me know if I missed one)

G/N Reader

Denki Kaminari

brat

talks back to act tough

tie this man up (looks pretty in complicated bright yellow shibari)

punishment: denial

only begs at last resort

can and will lightly use quirk to try to get an edge on you

will never admit it but loves wearing a collar for you

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

true switch, wildcard

go for the wings

tries to keep quiet but usually fails by the end

punishment: overstim

will switch the roles on you at a drop of a pin

seriously keep your eyes on him

will also use the punishments on you that you use on him later

Tamaki Amajiki

is the definition of subby baby

cries easily, either due to wanting you so bad or from being wrecked afterwards

100% a giver

begs nicely

no matter how long y’all have been together, he will always blush when you whisper naughty things in his ear

punishment: none is needed

is a good boy