Keigo's wife ❤

🔞 bebopbeboobop

[karusthings]

.⋆˚࿔ c h a r l i e - k. takami ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ relationship au ; smau ]

character dynamicꎫ── hero!hawks x gn!reader

summaryꎫ── he leaves a feather in your bed to tickle you awake, but you take advantage of it to make him suffer a little.

content warningsꎫ── 18+, MDNI, nothing explicit, suggestive talk, playing with his feather, also kinda fluff, funny hawks, some pretty bad jokes, typos, no manga spoilers!.

screenshotsꎫ── 6.

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¡! ❞ little note; Hi everyone! I hope you're having a great night (or day, again idk). I wasn't expecting my first smau to be a mha one... let alone about Hawks, but the idea came to me and here it is. Thank you so much for reading and for all of that support I've been receiving. Sorry if there are any mistakes... English isn't my first language, but I try my best. Enjoy!!

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[nohoney]

saw the cutest cake grinder and i’ve really been into watching strawberry cakes being baked 🍓🍰

Today’s smoke sesh theme is strawberries.

On the surface of the coffee table is a strawberry stash jar that contains your nugs of weed and a cute little bong that’s decorated with strawberry decals. They sit patiently, waiting to be used as you wait by Keigo to finish up wrapping the strawberry sandos. The slices of red fruit is such a pretty pop of color against the white cream.

“It looks so squishy.” you comment as you count the four sweet pieces. “How long?”

“Twenty minutes.” Keigo sets a timer after putting the sandos inside the fridge. You lament the not actually long length of time to wait on the snacks, allowing yourself to be ushered over to the couch where a bowl is packed and ready to smoke.

A flick of a lighter, the familiar smell of weed permeates the air, you suck in the smoke, and hold it in your chest long enough before blowing it out into a personal air filter so that the living room doesn’t reek that badly of weed. You have a slight coughing fit while Keigo rips the bong on his turn. He has a smaller cough and hands you a glass of water to help calm you down a little. As you still cough and take the water, waiting for the fit to calm down, you point your other hand towards the candle on the coffee table.

He lights the candle with its scent labeled as strawberry shortcake.

Keigo puts on a sitcom, something light and breezy, kicking his feet up while you lay on his shoulder. He’s rewatched this show with you so many times but he doesn’t tire of it. Not when he’s with you.

“Hey, I wanna fuck already.”

How could he complain? He wants to fuck you all the time.

The sitcom still plays in the background but it’s like the dialogue disappears as he kisses you. Keigo loves how your nails lightly graze his undercut, the pleasant feel of your gel-x nails is nice. He admired the glittery cat eye color you showed him when you returned from the salon. He likes even more when you grab a fistful of his hair to pull his head back. It brings a smile to his face and makes his cock hard. “Oh yeah baby, top me!” he half jokingly says which earns him a small eye roll and a chuckle from you.

“Eat my fucking pussy then.”

He can’t say no when you command him around like that.

Strawberry patterned panties are pulled off you, flung over his shoulder and landing quietly on the rug. Keigo is quick to flick his tongue over your clit, eager to feel it swell against the tip of his tongue. He’s obsessed with eating you out, especially since you admitted that him eating you out had made you like oral sex being performed on you.

“It’s not that the others were bad. Just that… I wasn’t into it.” He recalls your words early into the dating stage back then.

“Oh my god, keep going!” You moan, one hand coming through his hair and pushing him a little closer to your pussy. He loves this—loves you and adores you and wants to be with you forever.

Keigo could go on for a while. He loves eating your pussy but you’re just as hungry for his dick inside you.

“Can you be on top?”

Yes baby, anything you want.

Keigo pushes your t-shirt up to expose your tits, giving them a little squeeze before he disposes of his boxers on the floor. Maybe it’s a silly sight for him to have only a shirt on but he’s just so focused on fucking you as soon as possible that he doesn’t think.

He just sinks into your pussy, warm and velvety and tight. He inhales the air, sweetened from the candle burning its scented wax, head full of cotton and his heart full of love. And as Keigo moves inside you, his excitement rises. Smoke a bowl and fucking you afterwards, how lovely and sweet. Sweet like those strawberries he picked out from the grocery. Sweet like you when you’re in a good mood.

Sweet like that fucking pussy he loves to eat.

You’re breathy as you try to find the words in your head to voice to him. Your eyes look to where his hips meet you in the middle—you love to watch his dick disappear in you. The wet squelches that join the noise of the sitcom are nasty and proof that you’re getting railed good. That and the wet stain on the couch.

“Oh baby, you’re cumming?” Keigo asks when your body seizes up for a little and you let out a familiar whine that lets him know you’re getting overstimulated. He places the palm of his hand on your lower stomach and asks, “I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Nodding your head eagerly, you can’t find the words to speak as Keigo wrecks your guts. Oh god, he’s so deep in your guts. He’s so hot and he cooks for you and calls you his baby—you love this man.

And it’s not the just the weed that makes you feel this way or the dick destroying your pussy—you love him.

Keigo wants the sex to last longer but you’re kind of a cumslut for him, begging for him to breed you and fill you. He can’t say no, not when you’re so doe eyed and happy and lifting your legs so that you hold the back of your knees and open yourself up for him.

Oh that does him in.

His hands hold down the back of your thighs and fold you in half, pounding away and giving you the occasional slap to the back of your leg. The excited laugh you give drives him crazy because you love a little sting with all the pleasure. Keigo looks down at you and you peer up at him through your lashes, babbling i love you, i love you, i love you over and over again.

It washes over him, telling you too late that he’s cumming as his eyes shut and he creams your pussy. Oh god, oh fuck this is a strong orgasm for him. He’s still cumming in little spurts as he comes down from the high, endorphins having blinded him for a moment as he recollects himself. How he manages to pull himself out and lay down is beyond him.

And when he opens his eyes, you’re presenting a strawberry sando in front of him, already having helped yourself. “Fuck… it’s been twenty minutes already?” He laughs, taking the treat and unwrapping the plastic.

“Twenty five,” you clarify as you hit the button on the remote to skip the intro to the current episode, “we fucked just a little bit past the timer ending.”

Keigo bites into sweet cream and strawberries, moans at the richness of it. God he did too good with this one. And he looks over at you, doing that cute little shimmy when you’re happy as you relish the dessert.

The sunlight filters through the room, the strawberry decorated bong looking glorious and making him want to take another hit.

[catsukiiee]

౨ৎ PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY.

౨ৎ keigo takami x fem!reader

bosses daughter.

wordcount ; 1,186

paragraph ; 20

sentences ; 63

songs used ; pretty when you cry by lana del rey

tropes ; age gap.

content warning ; fingering, age gap, bosses daughter, dacryphilia.

"Touch me," you begged with the man standing between your thighs. Instead of complying, he kept his hands firmly planted on either side of you, trapping you against the cool marble of the kitchen island beneath your thighs.

Keigo looked down at you, his expression unreadable. His lips were pressed into a tight line, hinting at frustration, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings: conflict and longing. He sighed, shifting as if he might pull away. You wouldn’t let that happen—not when he was so close, right under your fingertips.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him back between your thighs. For a moment, he froze, the poker face he wore nearly slipping away. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to grab your thighs and kiss you breathless.

"Touch me," you repeated, your voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "Touch you?" he echoed, his gaze heavy-lidded as he looked down at you. In that moment, he craved more than just touching you—all the things he could do to you.

But he hesitated. He was a few decades older than you; standing between your legs like this felt both wrong and right as you gazed up at him, your lips set in a cute little pout.

Those lips. He wanted to kiss them till they were swollen, wanted to watch them part as you moaned for him, wanted to watch them thin out around his co—. The thought sent a jolt through him, and he flinched, eyes squeezing shut. "You should go home."

It's not like you were a teenager for Christ's sake; you were well within your twenties while he was in his forties, but you were also his boss's daughter.

"But I don't want to go home, Keigo."

The way you said his name sent a rush of tension through him, his grip on the kitchen island tightening until his knuckles turned white. He watched you intently, observing how you squirmed under his stare. Then, as if you were daring him, you opened your mouth, and he lost all sense of restraint.

Not even your startled gasp could stop him as he grabbed your face and slammed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Then he heard it, a soft moan as you melted into the kiss, and something in his brain ticked like a bomb. "You..." he practically growled against your mouth, one hand moving from your cheek to tangle in your hair. The gasp you let out when he yanked your head back was heavenly. "The things I could do to you right now—you’d want that, wouldn’t you? For me to take you right here?"

The way your breath quickened was all the encouragement he needed. He crashed his lips back against yours, a groan escaping him as you responded with a breathless moan. With one hand still tangled in your hair, the other slid down to your left thigh, squeezing the soft flesh before moving to unbutton your shorts.

"Keigo." You whimpered his name like it was a prayer; to Keigo, it felt like a prayer. He groaned at the sound, releasing your lips to kiss, suck, and bite down on your neck, surely leaving marks, not that he cared. He was far more focused on yanking your shorts down to care how visible the marks on your skin would be after he was done with you.

He didn't bother taking your panties off; his fingers slipped past the flimsy fabric and straight to your clit. The way you instinctively parted your legs wider had his brain short-circuiting. "Jesus Christ..." he groaned.

You were so wet that just Keigo's fingers running up and down your pussy was echoing through the kitchen, mixing with your soft moans and his breathy groans that brushed against your neck. "Touch me properly," you whined as he continued his teasing, not fully touching your clit or sinking his fingers where you needed them the most. He chuckled at your plea, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes. "Touch you properly?" he repeated with a curious tilt of his head, a few blonde curls falling over his darkened eyes. "How should I touch you properly, hm?" Just as you opened your mouth, he sunk two fingers deep inside you in one go, leaving your mouth gaping and your back arching as your hands came up to grab at his shirt. "Oh, like that, huh?"

He didn't hesitate to start moving his fingers, making sure to go knuckle deep every. single. time. Keigo was grinning like a smug idiot, soaking in every reaction you gave him; and when he curled his fingers, the noise you made had his lips parting slightly. "So whiny..." he breathed out in a low chuckle, slowing down the pace of his fingers till it came to a full stop. "Aht aht, don't cry now."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of your lips, his other hand coming up to cup your face. He looked enchanted, his eyes zeroing in on the way your lips came apart when his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. "Do you know how perfect you look right now?" Before you could answer, his hand on your pussy came down palm first, nearly making your thighs shut close from the unexpected slap that echoed throughout the room. "Don't close them..."

He did it again, and again, and again. He did it so many times that your pussy was throbbing by the time he finished. You were a squirming, panting mess while he stood between your thighs with a calm and collected look. The only wild thing was his eyes that burned into your own, his pupils blown wide. "Goddamn," he exhaled shakily, sinking two digits right back inside you, the sensation leaving you both groaning as if he had his dick inside you.

Your thighs twitched and your hips jerked as Keigo finger-fucked your soul from your pussy; the sound of your arousal was loud, growing wetter and wetter with each thrust. "So fucking wet," he snarled low in his throat, his eyes never leaving yours, and you did the same, leaving the tension between you suffocating.

"Keigo..." you moaned his name desperately. He answered it by speeding up his fingers, going so hard and fast that you were keening with unshed tears under his touch, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head. "Don't. Don't fucking look away from me." He sounded so needy, his voice coming out shaky yet stern. With a low moan, you followed his orders, keeping your eyes locked on his as you brought a hand up to cup the back of his neck, bringing his face so close that your noses were touching.

It didn't take long for you to cum on his fingers with a trembling moan that grew louder and louder when he continued, moaning along with you the entire time, your vision going blurry with tears. He only stopped when his arm grew tired. "Look at you," he sighed out, bringing his soaked fingers up to your mouth. "You're so pretty when you cry..."

Heyyyy...🧍‍♀️We gonna act like I didn't vanish for the rest of 2024! Okay? Okay! 😁

I wrote this at 6 AM while listening to Lana Del Rey. It was originally gonna be about Enji Todoroki x Younger Reader (20+), but the last time I wrote something about Enji, it did NAWT get any sort of traction. Kinda understandable since he's not a very good character, but yk, there's smut of Eri's abuser, so I thought this was a safe place to have horrible taste in fictional men! 😁..(I'm joking y'all, I truly don't mind that it didn't get traction 😭)

Honestly, it's my bad because I wrote and posted it during a really heavy Enji Todoroki hate train (a very deserved one) that was going on due to the recent chapter drops. 🚶‍♀️ I'll probably rewrite and post it again one day

This is a very sleep deprived smut so if it's lack luster...suck my dick (jk). I WILL BE POSTING THE SITUATIONSHIP SERIES AGAIN SOON! I PROMISE 🙏 Y'ALL HAVE BEEN BLOWING ME UP ABOUT THAT 😭

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Hawks x Y/N | A Friday Night Between Your Thighs 💋

I recently ran a poll asking "How're We Fuckin' Hawks Tonight?" And most of y'all voted for "He's eating you out," so here's a fic about it. Enjoyyyy <3 A18+ MDNI

Here's something important that absolutely needs to be known by all - getting eaten out by Hawks is always a fuckin' pleasure.

He gets home late Friday night after a long day, long week, long month. He's absolutely exhausted as he slumps through your apartment door and drops his jacket to the ground. He barely makes it over to the couch, falling face first into the plush navy cushions.

You coo and fuss over him, quickly pushing your laptop onto the coffee table and pulling his head into your lap. You card your fingers through his hair and within seconds his eyes droop closed. He's so, so tired, and laying on your lap feels like absolute heaven. He wishes he had more energy to spend hanging out with you or taking you out on his nights off - but right now all he can focus on is the gentle way your fingertips scratch against his scalp and down his sore neck.

You let him doze for a half hour - just enough to recharge but not too much to get him hooked into REM sleep. As he rests, you slowly extract yourself out from under him, laying his head on a soft pillow and covering him with a thick knit blanket. You take care to tuck him in, smoothing the crimson feathers of his wings down lightly as you go. He lets out the tiniest of groans in reply. His wings are sensitive, after all.

You move quietly to the kitchen to get some dinner going - a thick chicken noodle soup to drive the chill from his aching bones. When Keigo's head pokes up from the couch a half an hour later, you're already ladling a generous portion into his favorite bowl. His tired eyes crinkle at the corners as you stride towards him, two heavy soup bowls in hand.

"What did I do to deserve all this?" He asks with wonder as you lay down the bowls on the coffee table and pull out your TV dinner trays so the two of you won't spill on the upholstery. You hand him his bowl of soup and he smiles up at you adoringly. He's still wrapped up in the blanket - covered with it like a cloak over his head and shoulders. He looks like a character from the hobbit, sans bushy beard or fuzzy feet.

"I guess you just got lucky." You plant a kiss on his scratchy cheek before pulling your own bowl towards you. You grab the remote and flick on a comfort movie. There's no room for stressful plots tonight.

You both dig into your soup happily. Keigo asks for seconds, and then thirds. You even manage to scrounge up a sleeve of Ritz crackers that he absolutely demolishes. You love seeing him relaxed and happy - it's a rare sight. But here he is - beautiful and curled up on your couch with a full belly. It makes your heart sing.

He's already falling back asleep. That's no surprise - after a meal Keigo is always out like a light. You know it stems from his childhood trauma - he spent the beginning of his life hungry and afraid. Having a full stomach is such a comfort to him now, and makes him feel so safe and at ease. He always knocks out for a little right after dinner. You watch his eyelids get heavy and you note that he's still wearing his street clothes.

"Kei...let me go get something comfier for you to wear, hm?" You say sweetly, placing the dirty soup pot in the sink.

"Huh?" He blinks awake. "Oh, yeah, babe. That would be great." He smiles at you again and you feel so bubbly and warm. You drag your fingertips lightly across his wings as you pass the couch and he glimmers under your touch. You hurry back to your room and open up the drawer you've dedicated to Keigo's things. He's stashed a few outfits - jeans, t-shirts and the like - in the space alongside some sweats, extra boxers, deodorant and a tiny bottle of his favorite cologne.

You scoop out a plain black t-shirt and his favorite pair of well-loved grey sweatpants. A few months ago, the back pocket tore clean off. Keito had been pretty bummed about it - this was one of the first clothing items he had bought himself after getting to leave the confines of the Commission. He knew it was silly to hold on to a pair of sweatpants of all things...but he struggled to throw them out and let them go.

In a fit of creative inspiration, you were able to spend some time after work watching sewing tutorials on YouTube. After an hour of content, you had managed to clumsily sew the pants back together. You'd also added a tiny addition - a small heart shaped patch that would be featured prominently on his right ass cheek. When you had unveiling your handy work to your boyfriend, he had gone absolutely mad with excitement. He had kissed your face all over and giggled at the tiny patch addition. He loved that you'd managed to make his favorite pair of pants even more special, and of course he loved the excuse to model his tight hero ass around the apartment for you.

You bring out the fresh outfit and toss it to him on the couch. He immediately gets up, untangling himself from the blanket, and starts to strip.

"Keigo! Dude! The window shades aren't closed!" You shriek at his indecency. He tosses you a wicked grin over his shoulder as he pulls off his shirt, shimmying it up and over his wings. If there's one thing you'll never get tired of - it's seeing your boyfriend naked. His chest is toned and his abs are well defined. His waist tapers down into a tight "v" shape that makes your mouth water. He unzips his jeans and then bends over to pull his foot out of one leg, then the other. He straightens up and turns so you can take him in fully - he's standing in the center of the apartment in nothing but his fitted black boxers. The thin material stretches across his thick thighs in a absolutely delicious way that makes you blush. And, oh, his goddamn package...you can't even begin to find the words to describe how good his cock looks half hard and cradled in that expensive underwear of his.

"I could just stay like this, babe. I don't need to put anything else on." He wiggles his eyebrows up at you suggestively. "Actually...I could lose the boxers, too, if that's what you'd want..."

"Kei..." You say breathlessly, looking him up and down. "I thought you'd want to go back to sleep."

He takes a step towards you, his deep golden eyes filled with a look of want. Suddenly he looks wide awake. Heat pools between your legs as his mouth pulls into a sly grin. He lets his gaze rake across your body, hovering across your breasts, your lips. He knows exactly what he's doing, the damn bird.

"How could I go to sleep when my amazing girlfriend needs to be taken care of?" He walks over to you, folding you into his warm embrace. His biceps flex impressively around you and once again you're in awe of how hot and fit your goddamn pro hero boyfriend is. He nuzzles his face into your neck and sits there for a moment, breathing in your familiar scent before placing a wet kiss on your flushed skin.

"My girl is so good to me...feeding me, making sure I'm cozy and well cared for." He starts to place a trail of hot kisses up your neck and behind your ear. When he reaches your hairline, he groans. "I want to return the favor before we go to bed. Gotta show you I can take care of you, too. Let me eat you out, baby?"

"Mmm, Kei." You can't help but moan at the offer. You shift your weight from foot to foot as arousal blooms in your panties.

"Yeah, baby?" He lets a hand drift lightly down your stomach and over your clothed pussy. He swirls his fingertips in a light figure eight motion around your clit - over and over until you let out a breathy moan. "You gonna let me take care of my pretty birdy?"

"Please."

It's all he needs to hear. A second later he's thrown you down on the couch and he's stripping you down. Your shirt, bra and jeans are instantly on the floor. He leaves your panties, throwing your legs haphazardly over his shoulders as he gets himself into a good position. You're already so turned on that there's a growing damp spot on the gusset of your white laced panties. Keigo breathes in sharply at the sight, biting his lip as he surveys your beautiful body. It's as if he's not quite sure where he wants to start.

"Keigo...I need you, baby." You moan out, bringing your hands up to cup his beautiful sharp face. He leans into the touch, eyes sliding shut for a moment as he just enjoys the way your fingertips feel against his jawline.

"I know, hun. I'm gonna make you feel so goddamn good with my tongue." He promises, reaching down to awkwardly push his boxers off and towards his thighs. His pretty thick cock spring free, kissing his toned stomach and leaving a messy smear of pre-cum on his abs. He takes his dick in one hand, stroking it slowly as he leans forward to kiss the soft plane of your stomach.

You inhale a sharp breath at the contact. His lips are hot and soft as they move across your belly, across your navel, and down towards the waistband of your panties. He takes his time, lavishing every inch of exposed skin he can find with his lips, tongue and teeth. He rolls the edges of his bite across the swell of your hips, and the sensation causes goosebumps to swell across your skin. When he runs his hot tongue flat under the waistband of your panties, you know you're done for.

He releases his cock from his grasp so that he can use both hands. It springs back into position, twitching lightly against his abs. You can't help but envision the snug fit of his cock deep in your cunt. It's one of your favorite feelings - the way he fits inside of you so well. The gentle lovemaking Keigo excels at that allows you to feel every glorious inch of his cock as he flexes and thrusts into you with steady rhythm.

"Time to take these off, I think." He says, hooking his thumbs under the lacy waistband of your panties and pulling swiftly down. The cool apartment air hits your pussy and you suck in a tiny breath at the change in temperature. "Don't worry, babe. I'll warm you up in a minute." He says knowingly, chuckling under his breath at your vague discomfort. He spreads your legs out a bit, staring down at your perfect pussy with an expression of awe.

"I'll never get tired of this view." He says, tracing a fingertip lightly around your folds. You bite your lip as you watch him play with you, zigzagging his fingers across your pussy without touching you in the spots that ache the most. He bends his head forward so he can start kissing up your leg, up your thigh, and into the crease between your leg and your pussy. You're dripping wet, now. Shit, you're so wet you'll need to clean off the couch later with carpet cleaner or something stupid like that.

"Keigo...Keigo please." You beg, staring up into his bright golden eyes with want. You're desperate for him - always have been, always will be.

He smiles down at you and the look is so open and genuine it makes you want to squeal. Keigo is such a damn romantic sometimes - when he fucks you, 90% of the time he wants to "make love." Rough sex is reserved for rare occasions - anniversaries, birthdays and needing to work through tension after hard missions. Keigo prefers to go slow and soft - he wants to make sure you feel his love in every thrust, every lick.

And so, when he finally brings his mouth down to your pussy to get to work, you're not surprised by the way that he takes his sweet time. He starts out at a glacial pace to let you acclimate to the overwhelming feeling of the flat of his tongue against your clit. He knows you're sensitive and get overwhelmed easily, so he likes to ease you into it as best he can. You're already overstimulated and don't think you can last too long - not when he's working at you so meticulously.

Keigo's tongue slowly swirls around your clit, trying to find the perfect rhythm to bring you to the brink of pleasure. You moan pathetically as he tries out a few different shapes - tracing the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit and folds. After a few minutes, you relax into it, your butt sinking into the couch as he presses your legs further up over his shoulders.

He pulls his face away from your core and you moan at the loss of contact. He looks down at you with an intense expression, eyes smoky and filled with desire. For a moment, a thin string of saliva connects his face to your pussy, and you can't help but think it's the hottest goddamn thing you've ever seen.

"I'm gonna spell my name. Remind you who you belong to." He says in a low, husky voice. You stomach flips at that. He's never done anything like this before, and you wonder where he's taking inspiration from. He dives back in, and after a moment you start to decipher the "K" he's tracing over and over with his tongue across your pussy.

"Fuck!" You cry out when he licks an "E" and than an "I" across your poor, throbbing pussy. The "G" is no big deal, but the way he traces the "O" over and over and over across your clit has you bucking your hips into his face.

"Oh, you liked that last part?" He teases, repositioning himself a bit for better access. He leans back down and continues to trace the same delightful pattern across your clit until your legs start to shake.

"Kei...I'm so close." You say, trying desperately to get your limbs under control as they shake with pleasure. He doesn't stop what he's doing - he just keeps methodically swirling his tongue around you as the pressure inside builds.

He brings a hand down to grasp at the meat of your ass. He takes a cheek in hand and squeezes lightly, making you cry out again before slowly sliding a fingertip between your cheeks. He starts to circle your hole with a soft, wet fingertip as he eats you out. He's played a bit with your ass before - all just gentle touches and caresses up to this point. But now...now he's pushing and sliding and putting pressure on the spot in just the right way.

You feel your orgasm swelling inside of you, Keigo's fingers and mouth working in tandem to draw as much pleasure out of you as humanly possible. Your legs shake more than you thought was humanly possible, and Keigo's cock can be seen clearly twitching in response.

When you cum, you cry out his name (every form of it you know!). Keigo, Hawks, baby, wings, my love. You repeat each of these names with enthusiasm, worshiping the man who's head is between your thighs and taking no prisoners. The orgasm hits you hard and fast, ringing up from your quivering clit and deep into your core. You feel the release all over - in the twitch of your legs, the curl of your toes, in the way your eyes roll back.

"Keigo, babe, I love you." The orgasm rolls through you, making every square inch of you feel alive - you're practically pulsing with heat. Keigo licks you through it, keeping his face planted firmly in one spot as you rhythmically shift your hips to ride his tongue. You can't imagine a feeling better than cumming on Keigo Takami's pretty boy face. You groan out as you come down from your high. Keigo doesn't stop until you tell him to.

When you finally ask him to stop, it's because your clit is getting overly sensitive and needs a break. He nods and pulls his face away from you, grinning like an idiot. His cheeks and chin are damp with your slick, but he looks absolutely thrilled.

"Was that good, babe? Did you enjoy it?" He asks eagerly, shifting forward so he can join you down on the couch and wrap you in his arms.

"Kei, that was..." You don't have the words to describe the magic Keigo's just worked on your pussy. It was Transcendent. Magnificent. Life altering. All good terms and phrases to describe the way that you just ascended on the Number Two Hero's tongue. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more and pulls you close.

"Anytime you need, babe. I'll eat you out whenever. No questions asked."

"That's a big promise, Kei." You say, lifting a hand to his golden locks so you can scratch his scalp the way that he likes. "I might take advantage."

"Oh please." He practically begs, squeezing you lightly between his strong biceps. "I'd eat you out all day if I could. In bed when you wake up, in my office between patrols, in the bathroom at the bar when we're out with friends...babe, I wanna worship that pussy every second I can."

"You're crazy." You laugh, smushing a kiss onto his still damp cheek.

"Crazy for you." He sighs out, happy to feel your skin against his. The two of you are laying completely naked on the couch but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He's still hard against you but doesn't put up a fuss about it.

"Want me to take care of that?" You ask letting your fingers skim across his half-hard cock. He shivers at the contact, his dick instantly pricking up at the feeling.

"Yes, please."

You smirk and bring your palm up to your mouth for him to see. You lock eyes with him - his golden irises shimmering as he watches you lick the palm of your hand up and down. You then lower the hand between the two of you and wrap it around his dick. His sharp intake of breath at the contact is music to your ears - you're going to absolutely tare him apart like this, you just know it.

"Does my babe like getting jerked off?" You ask softly, pumping slowly at his cock with your slick hand. He whimpers in reply. "Use your words, Keigo."

"Y-yes, Y/N. I fucking love it." He manages to get out between trembling lips. He slowly flexes his hips so he can thrust into your hand, but you cease your ministrations.

"No, Keigo. I call the shots with this." You say firmly, and his hips slow to a stop. Only when he's stopped moving do you resume jerking him off. After a minute, your hand starts to feel dry. You release his cock (much to his protesting) and bring it up to your mouth again. This time, you spit cleanly into the center of your palm. His eyes widen as he watches you spit twice more into your hand before bringing it back down to pleasure him. The saliva is exactly the lubrication needed, and he sighs gratefully as your small hand glides up and down his length.

"You know what this feels like?" You ask him, looking down at his hard cock admiringly.

"What?" He asks, breathless. He's unable to take his eyes away from your lovely face as you push and pull him through his pleasure.

"Feels like...Pro Hero material." You say, picking up your pace and spending a bit of extra time focusing around his tip. He cries out in appreciation - Keigo loves dirty talk. And praise. And essentially whatever you're willing to offer him in a sexy context like this.

It only takes another few good pumps to push him over the edge. You feel his whole body shiver in anticipation of his orgasm - his balls tighten, his cock is pulses. A moment later, he's splattering hot ropes of cum across your bare stomach. He's groaning out your name and giggling into the side of your neck as he spills his seed all over your soft skin.

"Fuck. You're perfect. So perfect, babe." He moans out as he finishes. He bats your hand away as his cock softens and everything gets a little too sensitive.

You lay there for a minute, wrapped up in each other on the couch as Keigo catches his breath.

"I wish you could come into work and do that for me between meetings." He sighs out, content. "That's exactly the kind of reset I need on tough days like this."

"Well your office door has a lock on it, right?" You grin - you love teasing this silly bird. "I don't see any reason why we can't just take a 'work break' together at your desk. And if I accidentally end up on my knees sucking and fucking you behind closed doors? That can't be the worst thing to happen at a Pro Hero agency." You say innocently, batting your eyes at him.

"Fuck. Stop being so hot Y/N. Now I've got an offfice kink or something." He chuckles, planting a wet kiss on your shoulder.

"Well, I'll break the illusion and be not-hot for a moment. I need to pee like a motherfucker." You try to say with a straight face, smirking as you curse.

"The mouth on you!" Keigo says, pretending to sound scandalized. But he releases you from his embrace, allowing your to scrabble to your feet and make your way to the tiny bathroom at the other end of the apartment.

You hurry off to pee and to grab a wet washcloth for yourself. You hastily wipe down your stomach - careful to smooth off all of the cum. After the quick wipe-down, you grab a fresh towel for Keigo and bustle back out into the living room. You toss him the towel and he uses a soft red feather to catch it mid-air. He cleans himself off and finally puts on the comfy outfit you had brought him earlier. The grey sweatpants hang comfortably off of his slim frame, the tiny red heart patch accentuating his juicy booty (or so you think, anyway).

"I think..." You say, surveying him with your hands on your hips. You're still completely naked, and the blinds are still completely open. But, fuck it. At this point if anyone has been watching you both through the window, they've already had a full fucking show. "I think that it's time for bed."

"I couldn't agree more, birdy." Keigo gets to his feet and plants a kiss on your forehead. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick and wash myself off, though. It was a long day at the agency and I think I could use a good scrub before I get in between those clean sheets of yours."

"Oh, good point. I appreciate that." You say, happy that you won't need to wash stickiness out of your sheets in the morning. You pad after him back into the bathroom where he flicks your shower to the perfect temperature with practiced skill. The room fills with steam and everything feels blissful. Your body feels loose and warm from your orgasm, and a long stream of hot water from your massage shower head sounds like heaven.

"Care to join me?" He throws you one of those devilish, flirty looks and you melt under his golden gaze. He throws all his clothes to the ground and steps into the shower, reaching out a hand to help you in behind him. He's so goddamn beautiful it makes you want to sing - you'll never tire of seeing Keigo naked. His toned body and honey gold skin shimmer in the low light of the bathroom.

You grin up at him, unable to picture a more perfect Friday night spent with your Pro Hero boyfriend. Soup, sex, shower, sleep. Honestly, what more could a girl want?

You step up behind him and into the hot, steamy shower.

"Always."

End.

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This one was inspired by a poll I ran recently...

Y'all voted for "He's Eating You Out" so obviously I had to make that happen!

Hope you enjoyed this smutty little fun about our boy Hawks!

Want more fun, smutty fics? Feel free to check out my 🔥Master List🔥 - there's plenty of more where this came from!

Stay safe and be good to each other <3

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart ❤️

[takami-takami]

Getting brat!Keigo worked up and sexually frustrated when you're on top is just so easily exploitable.

It's so easy to get him into subspace, to fuzz his pretty little head despite his attestments to the contrary. This is fun for you.

It doesn't matter how much shit Keigo talks. How he swears up and down with a smirk that he could turn the tables and get you to submit if you would just let him take control and let him switch on top (the undertone: please let me put it in. Please let me put it in, my cock hurts, please let me cum inside you, I promise I'll be cute about it).

It's malicious compliance when you do. His squint and suspicion of "you serious?" doesn't faze you; because you know Keigo. Better than he knows himself.

You know exactly how this game will go.

You know what happens to the poor thing when he starts to feel good.

He'll talk his shit, puff out his feathers and stretch obnoxiously before he rolls you both over. "Y-You wanted me that bad, huh? 'Thought so. I'll make it feel good, baby, let me handle this."

It's when Keigo actually sinks his cock inside that everything goes downhill for him.

The poor thing fucking whimpers.

His promises of "fucking you good" crumble to desperate humps against your body, shaky breaths and flushed cheeks against your neck. When he grabs at your chest and thighs, it's not dominant in the slightest. He practically paws at you, subtly grounding himself with faux attempts at maintaining control.

The final nail in Keigo's coffin is your sweet voice.

"There's my good boy", you say, and he's gone. Your title is moaned out his mouth, and he's gone.

[takami-takami]

Men who never considered anything but topping during sex before they met you. Men who never explored that side of themselves before, but they want and carnally desire you in every convievable way. Men who need more of you, who get addicted to having you, men who start thinking and fantasizing about it, men who get greedy.

Men who discover they like this... No, they love being treated like this.

Hawks.

[sugarwarachan]

currently having heart palpitation over hawks being soft just for you. subby!hawks

you’re the one person where he feels comfortable shedding his many personas, the only one who actually makes him feel safe. it’s why he’s here now, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face pressed into your neck, huffing down your scent like a man seeking reason in a mad world

he’s a performer, a do-gooder, a hero intent on flashing bells and whistles so no one will know that the pain originates inside of him, so the minute he hears your soft little voice say, “bad day, baby?” he’s practically doubled over in gratitude, in relief—finally, finally, he can put the performance away

he just nods against your neck, body tense, and lets you take the lead. closes his eyes tight to keep himself from falling apart when you whisper in his ear, “let me do all the thinking, then, okay?”

when you care for him like this, he’s hesitant to call it sex. it’s something more sacred, divine, your body transcending the words he knows you long to use. you make him feel something he’s never felt in his entire life

you gently push him onto the couch and unbuckle his pants, knowing smile curling your lips when you see how hard he is, straining along the length of his thigh

“poor baby,” you coo and lean in, licking him through his briefs. he nearly cums then and there, fists his hand in the back of your hair to stop you—

“sorry gorgeous,” he says, chest heaving. you love taking care of him because it produces this effect, golden eyes blown out in arousal, wings rippling out and preening behind him. “need you too much for that.”

both of you undress economically and without fuss—skin-to-skin contact is the goal, and hawks already thinks of your beauty as sacrosanct. it doesn’t matter if you sashay your hips at him or not; the want is there 24/7 regardless

you cup his face in your hands and kiss him, gently working your clit along the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth until his hands clamp down on your hips in a silent plea

hawks’ arms wrap around your waist once you roll down onto him, holding you close, forehead pressed to yours as you ride him, mouth hung open in pleasure

he begs you to go harder, faster, “please dove, feel how fucking close I am” as his cock pulses inside you

as he gets closer, he mumbles a litany of moans and whimpers into your neck, punctuating each roll of his hips with a claim, “my darling, my little bird, my fucking girl”—drinks in the sight of you falling apart on his lap like a man finding salvation

later, when you're carding your fingers through his hair in the shower, he says what he's been meaning to for months, "I love you, too"

[takami-takami]

The thing that gets me about dumbification and Hawks is...

Hawks is genuinely the type of man to get off to this shit. Like. This is the type of thing that gets him covering his mouth with his palm, looking off into the distance while thinking about it and bouncing his leg.

Hawks is a natural-born caretaker, an overthinker with a savior compex, a pain in the fucking ass. He's the first to jump with a chirp of "let me" or "I can do it", the absolute last to put himself first.

There's no need for Hawks to worry about who he can and cannot help here, because the golden ticket is right in front of him; and he trusts you. You trust him.

Dumbification with you makes Keigo feel wanted. Needed. Warms his heart just as much as his cock, if he's honest with himself.

He'll play pretend like he's showing you the ropes— again and again and again— so he can watch that fucked out glaze in your eyes when he reminds you how you don't need to be smart around him. You don't need to think at all. Daddy can do enough thinking for the both of you. <3

[buddy-anon]

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new message from: keigo “hawks” takami!

feat: random texts/tweets/posts from your boyfriend keigo <3

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[h0t-m0m-luver69]

"I'd never pass this up"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You and the pro!hero Hawks are known for being late everywhere you are invited. You guys would always blame traffic, but it was simply Keigo's inability to keep his hands off you.

"You're the prettiest little thing I've ever seen." He says, peeking innocently at you through the shower curtain

"Stop being a creep, Kei, Either come in or start getting dressed, We have to go soon."

"oh baby~ you know I'd never pass up showering with you."

He got in faster than you anticipated, feeling the sudden rush of cold air from him opening the shower curtain sent a chill up your spine, leaving your nipples hard.

"Well, aren't you excited to see me?" he says as he peppers kisses on your neck and shoulders.

"k-kei please we really d-don't have time for this~" But you want this, you always do. You're wet just feeling his soft, plush lips on your skin.

With your back pressed onto his muscled torso, He gently drags his fingers up and down your torso, teasing you, waiting to hear your sweet moans of approval, trailing his hands all the way down to your soaking wet pussy. "If you wanted to go so badly why are you so wet f'me huh?" He slowly ran his fingers over your clit as he ran his free hand up to your throat.

He grips your throat slightly, enough to make your breath hitch, using his grip on your neck he tilts your head back just enough to meet your lips with a sloppy kiss. He loves feeling you come undone under his hands.

You feel like you're going crazy while he rubs small lazy circles on your sensitive clit. He knows how bad you want it, your hips buck to get more friction. "fuckkk kei~ please I need more~" You feel as he smiles softly onto your temple, kissing you gently. "come on pretty girl, I know you can take it."

"Please kei I can't take it, I need more~ please"

"Okay honey~ only because my pretty girl asked so nicely" He places you onto the wall, tits squished, your legs spread, and your back arched.

He lines up his dick with your wet entrance, sliding in so slow and good, you feel every vein. Your insides have his dick memorized, you squeeze down on him slightly from the friction of his size.

"h-ha~ fuck pretty girl, you're so tight" He bottoms out almost immediately, how could he not? You're all he ever wants, all he ever craves.

You feel his big hands grip your hips for something to steady his vigorous pumps into your delicious pussy. He could die like this seeing your beautiful face as you take every single inch of him.

"Kei I'm gonna fucking cum~ pleasee, just like that" No matter how much he loves seeing your ass jiggle from the thrusts he really needs to see your face when you cum on his dick. It does something for him to see how fucked out he can get you.

He pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. "Can I baby?" You nod weakly having been deprived of your release. He picks you up, legs wrapped around his torso as he puts your back gently on the wall. He lifts you off enough to let you slip him back into you.

"Oh fuckk~ Kei I don't think I can last like this.."

"I'm close too honey~ I just really need to see your face when you cum on me"

He hooks your legs on his arms, spreading you out more, your legs fall off his forearms as he pounds you against the wall whispering sweet nothings into your ear, driving you closer to the edge

"Kei you feel so good~ soo deeep~ FUCKKK" You feel your clit rub onto his pelvis making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your words drive Keigo absolutely insane.

"I~I'm gonna cum baby"

You whisper into his ear "Please cum in me~ I need you to cum in me so badly honey"

You feel his abs tighten up as he begins to shoot white ropes of cum into your sweet soft insides. Letting out small whines as you both ride out your highs together, He stays inside you for a while as you both catch your breaths, smiling against his shoulder as he plants small kisses on the top of your head.

"I love you so much y'know"

"I love you too honey"

He pulls out and slowly puts you down, holding you as you get used to the feeling of the floor and your legs shaking a little from your orgasm. He places you into the water to let the warm water ground you more.

"Here lemme shampoo your hair"

Your back is pressed onto his torso as he rubs shampoo onto your scalp. He loves to take care of you after, doing your hair and scrubbing your back. He lets you help him too, usually holding you as you shampoo his head because of the slight height difference.

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So how did we like it?? It's my first story!!! I wanted to try writing because why not, anywhoo thank you for reading! Feel free to give feedback! love ya lots 💞

[starkissedmallow]

Takami Keigo SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Keigo is quite affectionate and loves to playfully touch you or cuddle with you often. He always has his hands on you either stroking your hair, holding your hand, or wrapping his arms around you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, Keigo is loyal and fun to be around. He lights up any room that he’s in without fail. He’s passionate, fun loving, and friendly to everyone but especially you. Your friendship starts out as a chance meeting which blossoms and grows stronger each day.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Keigo loves to cuddle! He uses cuddling as a way to destress after long days at work. His cuddles are cozy and safe because he wraps his wings around you while you cuddle creating a nest like environment.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Keigo wants to settle down but he’s in no hurry. He would settle down with you in a heartbeat when you’re both ready. He doesn’t mind cooking and cleaning. You both tackle any cleaning together and help each other to cook meals when you can. He wants to share responsibilities and create a home together.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Keigo would be honest but gentle. He would sit down with you and break the news to you gently but firmly. He would express his feelings and help you understand that it’s not your fault.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Keigo is open to commitment but he wants to do it at the right time. He doesn’t want to rush into marriage and he wants to take things at his own pace.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Keigo is gentle both physically and emotionally. His gentle nature helps you feel safe and comfortable with him. You’re able to express your feelings freely and be open with him at all times. He’s always there to listen to you and comfort you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Keigo loves hugs and will hug you often. His hugs are warm and sweet. They also linger because he’s doesn’t want to let go first. He wants to hold you in his arms as long as possible. Keigo hugs you for any reason at any moment. He just wants you to know that you’re loved by him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Keigo doesn’t want to rush into saying he loves you but once he knows he’ll shout it from the rooftops. He’s proud of being by your side and wants the whole world to know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Keigo doesn’t get jealous often but when he does he tries to hide his jealousy by saying some jokes or moving on from a certain topic. He’s cautiously keep at eye on the situation though and will be ready to step in if needed.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Keigo’s kisses are sweet and playful, which sometimes catch you off guard with how many times he’ll kiss you during the day. From a quick peck on the cheek to a lingering kiss on the lips he’ll always be willing to give you a kiss when he can.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Keigo is very patient with kids. He loves making them laugh with his playful antics and humor. He wants to be that cool dad or adult that all the kids look up to.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Keigo are filled with lingering cuddles, pillow talk, and breakfast in bed. (Courtesy of Keigo) He wants to always start your day off with a smile.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Keigo would be spent stargazing, enjoying a nice dinner, or staying in and watching some movies curled up in his arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He would reveal himself slowly to you at first. Keigo would want you to get to know him better as time goes on rather than all at once.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Keigo is very patient but when something really bothers him, he takes time to withdraw from the situation and then come back and talk to you about it later.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember everything about you. It’s almost as if he has a photographic memory of everything that you’ve ever told him. Keigo even remembers all of the little things that were seemingly inconsequential.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship is when you laughed together about something so small but make you laugh hysterically in every way that it was brought up from that moment on.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Keigo is very protective over you. He always wants to make sure that you’re safe no matter what. You protect him by holding his heart in your hands and never breaking his heart. He loves when you stand up for him in situations as well.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into surprising you even with the little things. Keigo loves spoiling you for any occasion.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Keigo tends to procrastinate with doing the chores and has to be reminded of when to do them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Keigo cares about his looks in an over the top fashion. He always wants to look his best for you!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Keigo would feel very incomplete without you. You complete him in all the ways that he needs you. You’re the missing puzzle piece to his heart and he wants you always by his side.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Keigo loves singing but he only loves to sing to you. He’s also written a few songs about you that he’s sang to you on your birthday and special occasions.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Keigo doesn’t like someone who is very negative. He loves positivity and doesn’t want any negativity to affect him and his daily life.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Keigo tends to steal the blankets from you at night but as he does this he pulls you close and keeps you warm.

[unearthlycanine]

Your Only Fan is a completed 21 chapter HawksxReader fic with lots of smut, angst, and birb traits!

Find it on my Ao3 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57921319/chapters/147442537

[novichokz]

Hawks won the poll in my last post and I’m preening about it bc that winged man is a SWITCH.

Nsfw under the cut, MDNI!!!

Keigo can be pretty dominant if he feels like it. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling off whatever you have, then pushing you into a mating press on the bed and making you (and your hole) scream. He knows how to make you feel good, but bro will tease the ever living shit out of you until you’re sobbing and begging.

Keigo is loud in bed too, doesn’t matter if he’s dominant or not, he will talk you through it and let out pretty moans and groans the entire time.

But he absolutely gets louder when he bottoms.

And it’s not hard to get him under you either.

Rub up on his wings, whisper pretty nothings to him, tell him how much you love him, and he is MELTING. Keigo loves being teased too, either by edging or not even touching his weeping cock. Mans is a muncher, sit on his face and actually sit on it and he will be thanking you for weeks. Playing with his wings at all will make him whiny and beg more too. I think that Keigo would be loud enough to get a few sound complaints from neighbors, but it’s not like he’s gonna stop. He just wants you to know you make him feel good :/

“Come on pretty bird, I know you can handle it~”

“Awh, you’re pretty little hole wants me already. Too bad that it’s not gonna get what it wants yet.”

“God baby, please touch me- I’ve been good for you all night.”

“Please song bird- ‘m so close- please just let me cum-“

Who should I write about next?

Aizawa

Dabi

Shigaraki

All might

Voting ended onJan 29, 2025

[oxygen537art]

Birdie :p

[kawaiikayla20]

[sugarwarachan]

frothing at the mouth over sweet lover boy hawks who genuinely loves taking care of you

you’ve got a headache? this man is literally flying to the pharmacy to pick up medication and ginger ale and crackers and a weighted blanket that he makes sure to wrap you up in as soon as he gets home

you’re stressed about work? he’s talking you through every scenario and ranting about your boss (behind the scenes he’s checking through your company’s records and keeping tabs on your coworkers for blackmail to make sure everything’s above board, gotta make sure his baby’s not being exploited)

he’s a giver through and through, almost doesn’t know how to stop himself from going too hard, from falling too fast

so he channels all of that giving nature, that overwhelming almost animal instinct to take care of you, into his performance in bed

keigo is not satisfied unless he’s pulled at least three orgasms out of you—only then will he finally stuff your pulsing needy hole with his big cock

loves loves loves the little squeal you make when he finally bottoms out, drives him fucking crazy to hear you struggle to take him all the way

“that’s it, little bird, told ya we’d make it fit, huh?”

holds your hips and fucks into you mercilessly, “don’t you fucking run away from me, dovey, this pretty pussy’s been begging for my cum all day, hasn’t she?”

props you up on his thighs and spread yours legs apart so you can see his cock splitting you open, both of your juices smeared across your skin. makes you watch yourself cum in the mirror, whispering praise to you the entire time about how well you take him, how good you are, how fucking pretty you look like this—

has the aftercare of a fucking god—feeds you, bathes you, takes you back to bed and tucks you up against him until you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat