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chapter three of the hawks domestic au on ao3

sorry for the long wait my english teacher is crazy :/

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i finally have a free weekend after drowning in school work thank the lord

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omg stay the night made me so soft that i almost cried :( i wanna hug bakubby SO BAD

omg i’m so glad u liked it :) i’m hopefully planning on making more kiribaku writings in the future

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so um, really intense hawks trauma angst anyone or should i just 🏃‍♀️

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physical touch for the first time

parings: kirishima eijirou x reader, bakugou katsuki x reader, takami keigo x reader

scenario: reader has a destructive quirk any contact of her skin to another will burn the other’s skin and they gets quirk restraints for the first time

warnings: slight nsfw with hawks (?)

you already know he would be completely overjoyed when you got the bracelets

he would also want to try hugging you immediately

and would cry upon kissing you for this first time

the first day he would be running around ready to take on anything and everything that you couldn’t do before.

“i can’t wait until we can do this! or that!”

ultimately it ended up having you and him sleep and cuddle the whole afternoon.

the way his eyes would glow when he felt your hands intertwined with his.

fucking adorable.

he would help you around the house in a domestic setting just to get the excuse to touch you

“babe, let me help you with that.”

“that looks heavy let me help!”

what a sweetheart.

you also couldn’t touch animals because of your quirk so he would go out and surprise you with a puppy

and although you were sometimes forgetful about taking after the puppy

(things like cleaning up after it)

he would still do it without complaint

he’s definitely a more physical touch person than a verbal person

so when you finally can afford them he’s hesistant to touch you at first but when he did he wouldn’t stop clinging onto you

you would definitely make the first move and start feeling his hands for the first time

leaning on his shoulder without being careful of your skin touching his UGH

once katsuki got over the shy pda phase he would do it everywhere

it’s almost as if you guys were still in your honeymoon phase

katsuki would definitely also be the type to need constant reassurance that their partner loves them and just wouldn’t ask

but this change up would his whole agenda up

he would also come to your dorm late at night :((( after having nightmares :((( and climb into your bed :(((

the makeout sessions you would have oh lord

i’m talking the sweetest thing you have ever felt

all of his pent up emotions and love for you would just spill out

when you first got together the main concern for you was that keigo would never be able to hug you or kiss you

but he said as long as you’re around him then he was more than happy to be your’s

first order of buisness he is jumping your bones sorry not sorry

with your consent of course

he just wants to feel your everything and just like kiri he’s definitely an emotional type

he would also wake you up the next day with breakfast in bed and by peppering your face with small kisses

just like bakugou his makeout sessions with you heavenly

it was quite obvious that this man had experience

for some reason i feel like he would want to dance with you

just kicking it to old school songs and having a great time

he would take you flying with him towards sunset after his patrol

the view was a normal thing for him but boy was it an absolute eye opener for you

i mean soaring in the city and the skyline was just so pretty

he would make a habit to hug you every time you come home or he comes home

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He’s so proud

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chapter two of the hawks domestic au on ao3

shorter than normal but next chapter will be big i promise

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chapter one of the hawks domestic au on ao3

this was already published two days ago whoops i forgot to announce that but i hope you like it :)

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my bakugou x reader fanfiction intuition hasn't been updated since july ik but i've lost inspiration for it but i might return to it

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i don't know if this will be published on ao3 or not but i might make a domestic hawks x reader with just you and hawks being cute and weird af. i already wrote the first chapter so 👀

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: sub! takami keigo/hawks x dom! reader

MENTIONS: choking, slight bondage, thigh riding, overstimulation, degrading, praising

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: thank u olivia for being the kinky bastard u are and sparking my voyage on writing this for 4 hours straight during online classes

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there was no doubt that keigo always had heads turning his way. the proud wings flaring and flashing their rich red colors. several awards had hung around his neck, he was only twenty one and he had his own agency.

he seemed hard to drag down. such a figure as him, had managed to boldly interrupt the hero billboard chart event in front of hundreds of thousands and yet here he was kneeling in front of your feet.

whenever he gave you face he always looked up at you with such dolled up gaze. there were hickeys littered all up his neck and his collarbone, some of them redder than others. he had taken the pleasure to dress up all pretty for you in the raunchy black skirt that he had bought from what seemed like ages ago.

the skirt had barely covered his rear. when he was waiting for you in the bedroom, it was like an invitation just written out for you with silver lining. keigo never joked around with this thing. you two barely got to hang out anymore and the day he had off, you had unfortunately had a in person college class.

he looked so incredibly upset when you had told him. he was ready to be slow fucking all day whether or not you were on top or bottom.

keigo knew you worked hard and so he wanted to reward you with a treat. he even had shaved his legs for the occasion. you would have been crazy to decline his offer so you accepted it.

here he was with his pointed tongue flicking around, settling to sucking your clit. you had your hand on the back of his head as your lips parted.

the blonde has always been good at oral, he would be on his knees and worship your pussy like god had descended from heaven just to grace him with his presence. keigo's humming sent vibrations throughout the lower half of your body, all while getting a little rougher with you stimulating more pleasure than before. your mouth hung open, breathy moans weren’t afraid to call out his name. he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you, muffled gasps of what you made out to be your name, left his lips like a hushed prayer.

he rocked his his hips trying to comfort his own arousal, clenching at times as your moans picked up.

"more, keigo, baby- so good for me!" you groaned as his pace picked up and his doe eyes had widened at the praise. shit, his beautiful dolled up his face was so endearing. "oh- fuck!" you came without warning, grabbing onto his hair and forcing him into your core, shuddering as he you could hear him choking. he wasn't protesting but rather gulping up whatever he could as if it was holy.

not a single drop had fell to the floor as you expected from him. once you released your grip on your lover's head, he pulled back to take in a hefty breath of air. you almost cooed at the sight, your juices had stuck to his lips and his cheeks.

he looked dazed as if he was the one who just experienced the leg shaking climax you had just climbed down from. keigo made sure to lap up the excess cum from his face as he watched you layed on the edge of your shared bed. “what a pretty boy,” you peck him on his cheek.

"come here keigo," you patted your thigh. he obeyed wordlessly, sitting on your thigh. "you're going to ride my thigh, m'kay baby?" you grabbed onto his hips and he looked with you a soft curious gaze, "i've never done that before..." you could feel his throbbing cock through his panties, a slight wetness as you felt the precum seeping through the cotton. his wings were twitching slightly as you moved your hands slightly.

"i'll help you," you helped him snap up his hips with the aid of your thigh rubbing against his heat. he choked slightly with the sudden pleasure, sending hot shivers from his legs to his wings.

you guide his hips for a little more after before he finally gets the hang of it. soon enough you were both huffing from the friction. the pink twinge from being out of breath started to arise on keigo's cheeks. "mommy..." he mewls, keeping himself steady with one hand while biting the other to keep him from crying out.

"there you go, baby, keep going," you say watching him throw his head back and pick up his pace. he hums as the bed begins to rock from him moving up and down your thigh. "fuck, mommy- help!" he cries, clearly unsatisfied with the work he was getting accomplished. "patience, keigo," you hum, cupping his chin, stroking it with your thumb and watching his flushed cheeks flare up even more as his frustration grew.

his wings flapped in disarray as he cried once more about not being able to feel enough. it was a slow climb but he began to finally feel it in his stomach. he groans and grunts as he winces at the friction.

"ah!" he shifts the hindering fabric of the skirt out of his way as he starts to rub up against your thigh harder. "oh shit, oh god!" his wings were beating now, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged. he continued to scale in pitch as his high had built up. he was clearly trying to hold onto it but he was not doing too hot.

he let out a loud cry as he came, his legs shuddering as he gripped onto your thigh to support him. his wings had spread out briefly before he had been left panting. the cum had leaked from the fabric seeping onto your thigh.

he wasn't as ruined as you wanted him to be. you were ready for him to only swear by the four walls where all this had taken place. you decided you didn't want to watch keigo come down from his high so you grabbed hold of his thighs once again.

"mistress what are you—" he tenses as your rubbed his sensitive cock against your thighs again. his lips form into an "o" before he was quick to follow up, whining as he complying to get himself off.

keigo's lips trembled as whimpers were caught up in his throat, purposely trying to muffle them. you were sure the he would so much louder than he was letting on. "look at you," you purr, watching him struggle, "so obedient... you really are my little bitch boy, huh, kei?"

you sent a smack to his ass making him squeak softly in return. you could feel his legs tensing as he grinds against you, pushing through the pleasure which vibrates through his lower half.

“ugh!” keigo groans, feeling the knot build up in his stomach. his breathing became caught in his throat as he craved more and more friction. “please- oh- please!” he gasped out as the high came once again and this time he came harder with a strangled moan tearing from his throat.

the blonde hums as he rides it out and you feel the cum dribble from your leg down to your sheets. you motion to take off his panties, discarding the ruined material. “hmm, are you going to fuck me, now,” he asks, the slight shifting of his member rubbing against your thigh making him shudder.

he was sweaty, covered in the mixture of his own juices. keigo looked so ready to sprawl out in front of you and take you in. “so desperate are we?” you sat up and gripped his hips once again. “a-again? it’s too sensitive...” he mewls, “it’s way too sensitive- ah!” he couldn’t do anything else but to comply, gripping onto your back as his ragged moans fell out of his mouth subconsciously.

tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, resting his chin on your collarbone. he moved his hips unsteadily, every movement followed by his moaning. “i can’t do this!” he cries, feeling the skin rub against skin. he shook his head as his whole body started to twitch and his wings flapped vigorously.

you rubbed the sensitive areas of his wings, you knew how he twisted up and writhed under your touch. he was even louder than before. “mistress! mistress! i’m going to burst- fuck!” his whole body was racking up with moans as he came on you once again.

he felt like liquid in your hands, warping to every touch. little murmurs of him reciting, “so good,” filed your ears as you kissed his already abused neck.

you almost felt bad for what he was going to have to endure. “grind on my thigh again,” keigo’s eyes widened at your request, “my little bitch boy,” he seemed to love that nickname because he began to get at it.

endless whimpers seemed to come out of his mouth, he sounded so ruined and overwhelmed. keigo’s eyeliner was starting to run and smear, his hair was a mess, and drool was dripping from his lips. he barely could move on his own, his movement hitching as he failed to keep rhythm.

he seemed to pause at times to catch his breath, huffing and looking up at you with desperation. you gave in, taking charge of his hips and creating friction between you two once again at a steadier pace. his hands now abandoned your thigh, not being able to keep up with it. “god, you’re such a whore for me aren’t you!”

keigo could only moan in response, nodding frantically squeezing his eyes shut. he desperately tried to find something grab onto, leaning back to grab onto the sheets. “it’s too much! too much!” the blonde cries. you grin and take a hold of his jaw, “quit your crying,” he whimpers and obeys continuing to ride out with no complaint, “i’m coming!” he yelps, his voice hoarse and dry from the amount of vocalizing he had done.

“oh, god, look at him,” you thought. you held him as he shuddered. you had never pushed him this far to where every part of his body was responding to your loving touch.

you helped him stand up, his knees buckling from the instability. “this is not over, kei,” you say, grabbing a piece of cloth and tying it securely around his wrists in from of him. the way he looked at you so submissively and timidly sometimes, jesus....

“am i going to get the strap?” he voice cracking a little bit from how worn it got. his question was soon answered when he felt it brushing up against him.

you moved him down to lay on his chest. his flushed cock laying against his stomach. you picked up the back of his skirt and had his legs spread out for you as you prepped his hole. you ignored his whorish remark to just put it in raw, lubing up his hole. he gasps at the feeling of your fingers stretching him out, squirming under your touch.

“put it in already, kid, i—“ a slap came towards his ass, he shut himself up with a whimper. “listen, keigo, i’m in charge here. it’s mistress to you.” you growled and you peaked at his starry eyed look, feeling him clench a bit in response. “what a brat,” you slap his ass one more time before helping him back up to his feet.

you readied at his hole, leaning into him with your breath hitting his ear. “oh, shit,” he whines as he feels the tip start to enter him slowly. you made sure he felt every inch of the strap, “you like that, huh?” you started hum in you ear, switching the vibrating side that you had inside on.

keigo just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out curses. his tied up hands were clawing at the cloth in attempt to relieve the pressure from the pleasure. you bottomed out inside of him, feeling the vibrating end graze over your g-spot making you moan softly with him.

you started to drag yourself in his walls which made hum. once you got the hang of things, you started thrusting faster, bringing your hands up under his shirt, tease his aroused nipples. his face twisted up in satisfaction with your actions. you kissed his atop collarbone, praising his body all the while, “you’re so incredibly pretty when you take the strap like this,” he eats up the compliment, an expression filled with euphoria.

you didn’t keep this up for long, soon enough, he was shaking at your thrusting. “hmm- fuck!” he whines, drawling out his moaning, “let me feel all of you, mommy! punish me for being the dirty little slut, i am!”

he collapses onto the sheets below him, not being able to keep upright any longer. you smack his ass, thrusting in deeper as he screams in pleasure. he manages to break the cloth binding from around his wrists and his hands immediately groped onto the sheets as you continued to fuck him over the side of the bed.

he was gone all that came out were moans and cries afterward as he came once again on the sheets.

you pulled out of him and flipped him over to his back, changing course and fucking him into the sheets. you were rough with it, his hips would definitely show bruising as you dug your nails into his sides. his the black skirt that was hugging around his waist was going to be stained with him all over it.

“it hurts so much but it feels so good, please, just choke me!” his request had shocked you, but you complied and wrapped your dominant hand around his neck, squeezing at the sides. he let out choked gasps and moans as his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes roll back in his head at the overwhelming sense of bliss.

“oh fuck, baby! you’re my little bottom bitch, fuck!” you felt yourself coming at his blissed our expression, slowing down and pulling out and bottoming in him, hitting his prostate each time causing him to letting out a strangled cry through your choking.

“please, mommy, make me cum!” his breathing didn’t slow down as you tortured his prostate. he promptly came not being able to take the amount of rounds he had gone through and such intense love toward his body.

he looked up at you as you took your hand off his neck. “you treat me so well,” he panted as he received kisses to the jaw and around his face. his body was tiring out and he looked ready to settle and sleep. “you’re so precious, kei,” you say while helping him clean himself up, “i don’t know what i’d do without you,”

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um so i made a sub hawks smut upon a friend’s request and i’m wondering if i should post it 🥴

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𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: todoroki touya/dabi x reader

𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: alcohol use, descriptions of trauma

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: the relationship between you and touya before the “fatal accident”.

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 1.7K

touya wasn’t the nicest person to you when you had first met. he made fun of you on the first day of school in front of a few of his friends. your quirk was called lifeline: it gave you the ability to heal people if you knew what caused the injury. you also had the ability to put up barriers to shield others from harm. if you weren’t completely focused at the task at hand you had risk of potential bad scarring. unlike him, you weren’t able to necessarily fight in combat like him so during quirk training you would spend half of your time with recovery girl in the nurse’s office.

you had a very sensitive heart, didn’t like expressing yourself, and barely spoke which ticked him off. he felt like your faint heart seemed like a distraction to your true objectives. “you need to toughen up!” he would shove you around. you would yelp and stumble trying to find your own footing.

“hey, todoroki, quit it!” one of his friends would pull him back from you, “you can’t be pushing around girls, bro,” he would huff and leave you alone eventually.

he would never really talk to you outside of his insults but one day when you were working in the nurse’s office, he came in. “(l/n)!” recovery girl had called you as you were at your own personal desk in the back. “coming!” you got up and hurried by her side.

todoroki was hissing while holding his right arm. it was horrible: from his hand to his elbow was reddened, blistered, and swollen skin. it was hard to look at but probably more painful feeling it. it was unmistakably a third degree burn.

“what happened?” you asked recovery girl, pulling up a chair in front of the boy who promptly refused to open his eyes in fear that he would start crying in front of you. “he has been using his quirk to harshly. the temperature of his flames rose to high and burned his skin.”

“hmm, ok,” you reluctantly yet gently touched his burn with your cold fingers, “make sure to breathe. you might feel a bit of a pinch but i think you can take that.” you closed your eyes and concentrated on stitching and rejuvenating his reddened skin. after a few moments or what seemed like hours to touya, his skin had finally healed.

the cool sensation of the tips of your fingers soon ceased. todoroki seemed to lean into your embrace. did your quirk feel that good on his skin? he soon realized what he was doing and leaned back, retracting his arm.

he had opened his eyes and held his right arm in his left, admiring your handy work. “it might still burn for a little bit but if it’s irritating you can use this,” you get up to get the ice pack from the cooler and toss it to todoroki. he takes it wordlessly, refusing to look your way.

“a thank you would be nice...” you murmured to yourself, picking up a clipboard to record the injury. “you need to monitor your quirk usage better than that, todoroki. i don’t want to see such a bad injury again.” recovery girl scolds him.

todoroki merely waved her off which made you twist your face up in disgust. how rude could he be? just like his father...

he had met you after school. “(l/n)!” he called to you. you turned around, tightening your hand onto your bag. “don’t think i owe you something,” he grumbled. “okay...” you raise an eyebrow before he just pushes past you.

how could someone so good looking be so ill mannered. you just couldn’t understand...

this wasn’t the last time he had overused his quirk. he came in a few weeks later with the same injury. you huff as you saw him in the same state. he looked at you almost frustrated at you for being there.

“don’t look at me like that,” you sigh, “let me guess, you overused your quirk again?” he just looked off to the side as you did your work.

the fourth time around was in your second year and it was so much worse. both of his arms were covered in burns and he was groaning and grunting. you gasped as you saw him laying on the cot helplessly writhing.

you refused to believe that this could’ve happened only by himself. you wanted to hide in the closet and make recovery girl do it for you but she was tending to another patient and you were such an expert at this point that she had defaulted you in take care of him.

you tried your best not to pass out from both fear and the amount of energy you were using. his cries were painful to hear— traumatizing almost. “it’s all a part of being a hero, (y/n), it’s all a part of being a hero, (y/n), it’s all a part of being a hero, (y/n)...” you kept telling yourself.

you were sweating after healing him. he had passed out half way through because of the pain and his breathing was still ragged. you had put him on a respirator to help with his breathing.

he hadn’t changed one bit from his first year. sure, he became a little less harsh toward you due to the fact that you had so called “blackmail” for seeing him weak but that’s all the change he had made effort for.

but after seeing so many injured people, you had grown numb and touya’s case had been one of the things that made you able to be pushed off the edge.

one mission you had been on in particular that had involved a hostage situation. the ambassador of japan had been involved and you were in charge of his wounds but the ones who had taken him hostage had thought a step ahead.

as a pro hero looked out for you, you had to heal him. he had blood dribbling down his forehead and from out of his mouth. “how did this happen? in order for me to able to heal you i have to know.”

he just kept shaking his head, dazed and started to push you away. “what are you doing, sir. we need to get you out of here and i don’t think i can carry you!” you started to get desperate, snapping your fingers in front of his face.

“stay back,” he kept chanting over and over. it was not until you smelled the burnt stench of gasoline was when you were pulled away by the pro hero. “lifeline, look out!”

you could barely gasp out a protest when the whole room caught ablaze.

“no, stop, put me down! i can save him!” you shriek, kicking and writhing in attempt to escape but you couldn’t see him anymore. the room was long gone. “it’s too late now, we have to go! we failed the mission!” the man carrying over his shoulder kept running toward the exit.

then the screams started.

the screams of someone burning alive. the sheer agony and helplessness was enough to scar someone for life. the constants chants of “help me!” made tears well in your eyes as you started to wail too.

your first death had been carved and ingrained in your mind and it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. you were just seventeen.

you didn’t sleep that night. you couldn’t sleep that night. the constant screams of the man you had left behind were ringing in your ears. you could feel the heat, the collapsing of the roof above you, over and over again.

you spent most of your night crying. you needed to feel warm, everything felt so numb and chilling to the touch. you had arrived at school the next day with stained cheeks, your usual makeup had not been done that morning, and your eyes were closing every few moments only for you to jolt and focus your whole being on the board in front of you.

it wasn’t until you had ran to take cover and slipped into a spiral of panic once you felt the frighteningly familiar heat pick up from todoroki’s arms that the teachers forced to you to go see the counselor.

you had been put in therapy, given pills, and nothing changed. you didn’t feel happy. you needed something that would remind you that you were alive.

you concluded that partying was the answer. maybe if you tried it once then some sort of miracle would happen. you let one of your friends drag you along and go party with her and a few of your friends.

the thrill of getting drunk wasn’t as appealing to you as some but you complied in take a few shots. your friends soon were carried off by some random boys from shiketsu high leaving you alone.

“i never noticed how good your body looked until now,” the fanning of this man’s voice against your neck, sent a bit of a chill down your spine.

to your surprise the person who had said that was todoroki. he was clearly intoxicated: his cheeks were flushed, the atmosphere around him was a bit warmer than usual, and- wait, was he smiling?

you scoff, moving your head to the side and ignore his gaze. the last person you wanted to be with was this prick.

“oh, come on, don’t be like that. i’ll show you what’s really worth living for.” he doesn’t take a reach at you but his words were just as affective as him grabbing onto you and wooing you over.

“is that so?” you stammer before he sweetly kisses your lips.

it felt warm. it felt so warm.

he made you feel warm.

a round of kissing and touching later, you had made it in the back of his car. both knowing that sobriety was starting settle in but not wanting to stop. he asked you if you wanted to stop and you responded with hungry, “no,”

you loved the way his warm hands had felt moving up and down your body. he held onto your hips and moved in and out, gasps and moans leaking from your throat as you desperately grabbed back at him.

you felt so warm. you felt so alive.

the overwhelming emotions started a bubbling in your throat as you resisted the urge to burst into tears which hadn’t happened in weeks.

you felt something with and he felt something with you.

your quirk has given off a cooling sensation that he couldn’t stop thinking about. his home life was filled with heated aggression and sick enough he missed his mother. he missed her cold touches on his warm skin.

he used you for the cold and you used him for the heat.

you were dropped off at your house afterward. you smiled all the way home, convinced that you had found something that made you feel alive.

that feeling had happened to be oxytocin.