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Pervert Hawks Headcanons

Hawks who’s able to publicly get away with his behaviour. Mostly because his whole thing was being a flirt. So when he’d touch you, people just shrugged it off because again, that’s his thing. If anything the public is gaslighting you into thinking it’s normal. Even if his behaviour towards you is different from anyone else.

Hawks who’ll have his hand on your ass during hero galas. All damn night. He savours those pictures that get taken, he’s probably even framed a few of them. One’s definitely on his bedside table. He’s got no concerns about showing that sort of behaviour in public, because once again, that’s his thing. Sure you’re the only person he’s ever gone that far with though.

Hawks who’s got bird-like instincts. He’s definitely courted you enough that you eventually presented some type of reaction that resembled a bird accepting courtship. So by law you’re his. Well at least by his law you belong to him. So technically you’re the one at fault here.. His incel behaviour is caused by you. And most Hawks mate for life, so you’re really not gonna be able to shake him, even if you two haven’t officially mated.

Hawks who’s only acting this way because you’re his. He’s only taking pictures of you partially nude because you won’t send him any. How does he get his hands on those? Well obviously it’s because he’s bringing you back to his place after patrols and having you shower in his bathrooms, where he may or may not have a couple of cameras hidden around aimed right at the shower... Yes it’s weird. 

Hawks who loves cuddling with you. You two are like already best friends, doing movie nights every couple of days. So of course he takes the opportunity to cuddle up with you on the couch. He loves to slowly grind into you, gaslighting you into thinking nothing happened. “Birdie, you’re just imagining things, if you want me to make it a reality though just let me know.” he’s got an obnoxious grin on his face too.

Hawks who’s stealing your clothes for nesting. And totally just nesting alone. He definitely doesn’t jerk off using whatever he’d stolen this week. It’s just bird instincts he says. You two are so close that he considers you an extension of himself, so he can’t help but borrow them from you. But if you happen to stumble across an item of clothing not in his nest that just happens to be a bit “crunchy” ignore it… 

Synopsis: Hawks had been one of the most celebrated heroes - until he turned against the Commission and everything he previously stood for. You, a hero sworn to bring him in, quickly discover the roles have reversed: now, he has you, claiming you as his own Warnings: hair pulling, breeding, creampie, doggy, unprotected p in v, villain!Hawks, dirty talk Pairing: villain!Hawks x fem!Reader A/N: welcome to the very first day of Villaintober! I hope you enjoy this little fic - every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡ ⇢ MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3

Shame courses through every nerve of your body. It shouldn’t be like this.

You were the one assigned to capture the villain, to bring him to face justice for his crimes.

How did it come to this, ending with him pinning you to your own bed, cock buried deep inside your quivering pussy from behind? You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it all went wrong. The mission spiraled out of control, and a hard blow to your head stole your consciousness for long enough for him to seize control.

Now, the air is heavy with the musk of sweat when he slams you further into the mattress. 

Red feathers litter the floor, a few twitching faintly.

Your bedroom is dim, shadows pooling across the walls, the faint city lights leaking through the blinds, but all you can see are the mattress of your bed and his body - broad shoulders looming above, golden eyes sharp and burning with pure lust, red wings fluttering behind him.

Hawks. Once a hero, now a villain.

joint overstimulation | Keigo Takami

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“Fuck, dovey, I don’t t-think I can keep going.” Keigo breathes out below you, flushed and whining into the dewy skin of your tits. He’s drooling. He doesn’t know how many times, how many rounds you’ve been for, but all he knows is it’s enough to have him on the verge of tears; he fears he might pass out, and you’re not much better. Everytime he pulls you down onto his cock, his cum dribbles out of you and froths at his soaked pelvis; the sounds filling the room are obscene, all high pitched moans and squelches.

His large hands grip tightly at your hips and tremble, mirroring his quaking thighs. He uses the greedy handfuls of your flesh to bounce you up and down, up and down, up and down until you’re little more than needy, pliable putty in his lap; you’re not even sure how you’re going to go about with the cleanup after this but all you can think about is how wrecked you both look right now. Your tits, neck and thighs are completely covered in big, blossoming hickeys while your hips are decorated with finger sized bruises; Keigo sports a delightful set of bite marks along his broad shoulders, and his wings tremble behind him, beating frantically and cutting through the air of the room.

“Don’t- don’t know how much longer I can- hah- keep it up for, Kei.” You moan out into the air, the humidity sticking to your skin like molasses and sweat plastering hair to your forehead. You’re sure you look manic, messy, wrecked, even; there’s not a single square inch of you both that isn’t damp with sweat, spit or cum, and it’s all too much- definitely too much, because when he ruts his hips up inside you you swear you can feel every inch, every vein, like your pussy has moulded to him and is determined to hold him inside you forever. The crown of his tip relentlessly pounds at every spot inside you, nooks and crannies you didn’t even know existed, and as your body works its way up to its final crescendo of the evening you’re sure to ur mind blanks.

His wings fan out behind him, vermillion rustling in the dim lighting of your now ruined bedroom; it’s a testament to how out of control he is, how close he is- he’s absolutely everywhere, biting down at your neck and whimpering uncharacteristically, fingers rubbing messily over your already ruined clit, cock stretching you out like it’s the only thing he’s ever been good at.

You can barely feel it when he cums, the sensation of him filling you up for a final time is lost as you scream and cling to him through your own orgasm. It’s like miniature sparks are perpetually infused into your bloodstream as you claw raw marks into his shoulders and rock into his shaky touch, whining desperately and twitching with overwhelming stimulation; his pelvis is completely soaked, but so is everything else- he lifts you up and drops you beside him, gritting his teeth against the sensitivity.

You feel aching. Everywhere feels exerted, sticky or weak; your poor abused clit throbs against the air of the room and you sigh, eyes fluttering closed. Keigo slumps beside you on the ruined bedsheets, almost immediately passing out; you should probably thank him, but you’re too tired. It feels like you’re too tired to do much of anything ever again.

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a/n: and so it begins..

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He listens gleefully as your "yeah" turns into "uh-huh" turns into "m-hm," and when he eventually asks "yeah? You gonna cum?" his wings shudder at the dizzy little nod you give.

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keigo looks gorgeous when he fucks you right: your thighs hooked over his shoulders, his pelvis pressed all the way up against your ass as he bottoms out with each thrust, hips moving in torturously slow figure-eights.

his golden skin glistens with sweat and his bushy brows draw together in concentration, because god help him, he’s trying not to immediately melt into the heat of your hole and rut against you like a dog, but it’s a losing game—especially when you moan like that, and buck your hips back against his.

when he leans forward to kiss you, his tufty bangs fall over his eyes, and when he pulls back, his mouth stays open as he pants, braced up on his hands, grinding into your sweet spot with the tip of his cock, a hair’s breadth away from cumming but making a valiant effort to hold on for your sake. “mm, baby—shit—feel so good like this...you too, yeah? feels good?” and when your only response is a strangled whimper, he laughs breathlessly and kisses your neck, grabbing your hips to pull you back into his next thrust.

just like that, your whole body goes taut with liquid heat, shuddering involuntarily as your climax courses through you, soaking the sheets and keigo’s cock and making your hole spasm around him. he makes a raw noise, just on the edge of a mewl, and in another quick, shallow cant of his hips he’s cumming too, muffling his noises against your shoulder as his hot, sticky load fills you.

afterwards, before bothering to clean up, he holds you, not saying anything—just stroking the crown of your head, topaz eyes almost catlike when they’re half-lidded in satisfaction like this.

inevitably, your warm, soft body against his will tempt him into a doze, before a thoughtless shift of your weight presses you back against his soft cock, and he comes alive again, as he always does for you. you’re his perfect drug, the kind that doesn’t hurt to chase and to fall into, over and over again—until every inch of his skin sings with how much he adores every inch of yours.

Note: I know I should be working on something else (like a story for a different character from a separate fandom for example lol) but I honestly couldn't resist the want to do this prompt for Hawks after posting the one for Deku earlier 😅

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P.S. Please let me know who else I should do this kiss prompt for as I am willing to do any characters that you guys want me to do it for!

Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x reader Genre: Fluff Prompt(s): Prompt 45. from this prompt list - A lingering kiss before a long trip apart Warnings: Contains some spoilers from when Hawks is infiltrating the league WC: 635

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Feathers in the Boardroom

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY Keigo makes sure you’re the only one paying attention during a painfully boring hero meeting, with his fingers doing all the talking under the table.

CONTENT WARNINGS explicit sexual content, fingering, public setting/voyeurism risk, uniform kink, dirty talk, rough handling, light choking, creampie

AUTHORS NOTE alright eye anon... I see what you're bringing to the table and I'm liking it 😏

keigo fucking his cum back into you...💭

he finishes so hard that at first all he can do is cling to you and rub his leaky cock along your slit, smearing his cum over your already soaked folds as he’s groaning against your neck.

but with his endless stamina, it’s barely five minutes before you feel him get hard again, his mushroom tip bumping against your inner thigh. your pussy is sticky with slick and spit and cum, and it takes him no effort at all to slide back into you and moan when your walls flutter weakly around him. you’re overstimulated and dazed and you can only lie there as his hips stutter.

you’re so messy and wet down there that at first his dick slips right out of you, the fat head nudging your clit and smearing your inner thighs with pre. he has to wrap his fist around the thick base and guide his cock back into you, keeping a firm hold on your thigh with his free hand to keep you spread open for him.

globs of cum keep dripping from your spasming hole, but keigo uses his fingers and his cock to keep you nice and stuffed with his spend, and the squelch that sounds each time he bottoms out inside of you is obscenely loud.

“gotta make sure it doesn’t come out, sweetheart, gotta fill you up with my kids—get you knocked up so your belly gets all swollen and round, yeah?”

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contains  ‎  smut. gn!reader. sub!keigo. post-war. boot humping. humiliation. “mr. president” as a title/nickname.

keigo takami is half-sprawled on your bedroom floor, as dishelved as you’ve ever seen him.

his bangs tumble over his face and fall into his eyes, hazy with arousal and darkened from glassy gold to sepia. his suit jacket is discarded on the floor, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. hot breaths whoosh from half-parted lips, tacky with drool, and as he stares up at you from under his lashes, a single ragged syllable falls from his lips.

“please.”

the tip of your shiny black boot nudges into the prominent bulge denting his slacks, and his cock twitches. keigo’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he inhales sharply, eyelids fluttering. “ngh...”

taking the cue, your shoe presses down harder. keigo barely restrains a groan as more precum wets the front of his boxers, leaking from his swollen cockhead. “fuckin’ hell, baby,” he breathes. “who knew you were so mean, huh?”

you hum, withdrawing the pressure of your foot over his hard-on. “is that any way to talk to me?”

“no, no...” his reaction is immediate, panic flaring in his gaze as the stimulation, however paltry, disappears. his hands strain against the strip of rope binding them behind his back; he wants to reach for you, but his wrists meet only the coil of rough fiber. “’m sorry, honey. keep...keep touching me, will ya? please?”

“hmm,” you muse, tapping the platform heel of your left boot against the ground rhythmically. keigo’s eyes are drawn irresistibly to the movement.

his cock jumps again, and hisses out a quiet “fuck” under his breath, pressing his thighs together. it only serves to remind him of the sticky mess in his underwear, of the tightness in his heavy balls. he longs to ease the ache with his fist, or better yet, yours—not that you’d ever indulge him when you’re in this mood. he momentarily gets lost in the image of your tight hole squeezing around his length, sucking him in, but snaps quickly back to the present at the sound of your voice.

“i don’t know, mr. president. do you deserve it?”

christ. that title, falling from your perfect lips, is like a dose of sugar on the tip of his tongue, spreading to his palette and down his throat, filling his whole body with a delicious rush of arousal. it’s intensified by his utter lack of control over the situation, and of your positions: him, sitting on the floor with his legs open and his cock straining through his pants; you, seated regally on the bed, looking down at him with the faintest hint of a smirk on your pretty mouth, an expression that drives him off the wall.

does he deserve your touch? keigo can hardly be sure, but he does know that he wants it—craves it, like a junkie for their fix, like a dog for its owner. so he nods, stumbling over his words as he pants out, “yeah, please, baby, i’ll do anything—fuck, i need you so bad, babe, can’t wait—”

“anything?” you say in a silky tone, one that would make keigo, in any right mind, freeze. instead, he snaps his head up and down, shifting back and forth in a fruitless attempt to ease the tension on his throbbing cock.

“anything, darlin’, anything for you—”

you uncross your legs, planting both boots solidly on the floor. “and what if i still say no, mr. president?”

that nickname again, sinfully sweet dripping off your lips. keigo nearly sobs from sexual frustration. “fuck, then let me do it myself, please, i need it so fuckin’ bad i’m going crazy.”

“do what yourself?”

keigo feels like he’s losing his mind. “touch myself, use your boot, i don’t give a damn—”

“use my boot?” you repeat, and a slow smile teases the corners of your lips, so sexy that keigo thinks he could cum on the spot. “really? well, you should’ve asked sooner. go right ahead, mr. president.”

“h-huh? you...” keigo blinks, heartrate kicking up. “you mean it?”

“of course. come here.” you thump your heel against the ground, gesturing him forward.

“oh, thank you. thank you, thank you, fuck.” he’s crawling forward on his knees before you’ve had the chance to finish, your shoe slipping between his open thighs, pressing up against his erection. he falls heavily onto his haunches, your boot wedged under him, moaning as his face comes to rest against the side of your leg, nose nudging against the place where your thigh meets your knee.

“uhn...” his hips cant forward before he even really registers it, grinding the length of his cock against the tough black leather. the sensation makes his tongue loll out of his mouth, so eager he is for relief. “ugh, shit, that’s—hah, ah...”

each forward drive of his hips drags his cock against your boot. it’s simultaneously more than he can handle and not enough at all, muddling his mind with swirls of pleasure-pain that cloud out all his thoughts. in a matter of moments, he’s a mess, groaning into the soft meat of your thigh as he fucks your shoe.

“baby, baby, oh...i needed this, need it so fuckin’ bad, gotta cum so bad it hurts—thank you, thank you, th-thank you, agh, f-feels so good—my cock feels so damn good—”

his head spins in dizzying loops, like a puppy chasing its own tail, around and around until he’s so drunk on the sensations that he can’t even form words anymore, just gasping your name between stuttering thrusts and whines of pleasure. as he gets closer and closer to the edge, his belly going hot and his balls tightening, he starts to keen.

“don’t cum,” you order above him, watching his eyes squeeze shut and mouth hang open as he chases his orgasm. “not until i—”

your warning comes too late. with a cry, keigo’s cock spurts in his pants, hot ropes of cum staining his boxers and seeping through his slacks, wetting the sleek fabric between his thighs. he trembles, your boot clamped between his legs, hands straining against their bindings, and it’s only when he starts to return to earth, a dumb, drunken smile stretched across his face, do your words sink in, and his expression freezes.

“b-babe,” he says frantically as you lean over, features stony, and tug down the zipper of his fly, shoving his pants down his hips to assess the mess he left. “i didn’t mean to, i swear, it just felt so good, and i—”

“mr. president,” you tut, shaking your head with a barely-suppressed smile, examining the wet patch across the front of his boxers, the ruddy head of his cock poking out from under the waistband. “what are we going to do with you?”