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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 months

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Why do I have a feeling that hawks would be the type of guy to smack your ass when ever he wants your attention

BYE HE DEADASS WOULD 💀

Even if y’all are hiding your relationship from the public (mainly the commission bc they’d kill him for dating another hero) he’d look both ways making sure no one’s looking and just SMACK the hardest this man could LMFAOOOO

#i Can see him gripping your thigh in a meeting too. no one would know 😘#takami keigo #hawks x reader #hawks cosplay #hawks imagines #protective hawks #soft hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x y/n #keigo imagine #Keigo takami headcanons #hawks headcanons #i love hawks #hawks smut

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tobobins · 26 days

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Hawks:And you’re making me do this..why?

Tokoyami: Because you have no friends

Hawks, sitting at a my chemical romance concert: I do have friends..

Tokoyami, the one who brought him: Not after this you won’t.

#mha hawks #hawks #fumikage tokoyami #my chemical romance #what the fuck #how do i use tumblr #I love hawks #i promise its consentual

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sanzusslutt · 10 months

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ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ♡︎

your ears finally seem to get some peace as you close the bar's bathroom door. this has been a long night and the unbearable headache the alcohol has given you isn't helping at all. the bathroom seemed empty as you make your way to the washbasin, craving for some quiet and get away from all the loud music and the extreme make out sessions.

unfortunately the silence did not last long. as the bathroom door opened, without turning your head, your eyes got a glimpse of a blond man but something red and big stole your attention. your eyes unconsciously shoot to the mirror in front of you, wanting to see who just entered and hoping it wasn't who you though it was. fuck, it was him. blond messy locks falling beautifully on his face, gold wide eyes staring at-

you immediately stoped your thoughts when you realized that you're staring at your 6 months now ex. he stood there for a good 15 seconds, admiring the mesmerizing view in front of his eyes. he shaked his head, trying to focus on why he came to the bathroom and not the beautiful form inside the room. easier said than done...

you could tell he was drunk. not wasted but definitely drunk. you turned your head downwards, facing the washbasin and trying to ignore the fucking elephant in the room. the air was getting thicker as you turned around, making your way to one of the bathrooms, leaving the hero facing your back. but just as you were about to open the foggy glass door, you felt something grabbing your hand and in seconds you were with your back on the cold tile wall and the blond man pinning you against it, trapping you between the wall and his mascular body.

his handsome face was so close to yours that you had to fight with all hell's demons not to kiss him right there and then. the silence was louder than the awful music playing in the club's dancing floor. what if someone came in? what if your current boyfriend finds out? what if he saw you like this?

"kei- hawks.. please let me..." you hesitantly said, staring at his black shirt and dying not to look him directly in his eyes. angels and devils fighting inside you to make the best decision. angels, stated that the best decision is to push him out of the way when the devils on the other side, insisted on grabbing him by his unbuttoned black shirt and kiss him till your lips go numb.

he slowly moved his hand and placed it gently on your neck, his thumb on your cheek to rise your head so you're now faced to him. you couldn't even form the right words to tell him that you want to leave. you actually didn't want to find the words.

you had a thing going on for some weeks like a month ago but he had to leave the city for some hero work. your current boyfriend wasn't even your choice to be honest. your parents made you start dating him as he was the only son of your father's boss, making him the perfect and richest person of the city. not wanting to cause trouble to both you and your parents, you agreed. you wanted a change, but that doesn't mean that you were ready for one.

"look me in the eyes and tell me to leave." the alcohol in his breath and the smell of his expensive cologne making you dizzy as his voice was harse and cold like his hand around your neck, forcing you to only look at his gold eyes and nothing else while he waits impatiently for your answer.

"what we are doing is wrong. we have to stop." his eyes eating your figure as soon as he finished his sentence. you knew that being with your ex boyfriend in the bar's bathroom behind your current partner's back was cruel. you knew that. but, how could you fight back the feelings of love you had for the bird pro hero.

he lowered his messed head, placing it on your shoulder as he loosened the grip he had on your neck. "I.." he started. as soon as he opened his mouth to speak he felt the words heavy on his tongue, fighting not to be spoken. his other hand forming a tight fist against the tile wall, right next to his rested head. his mind turning into a jungle of words but none of them seemed to form a proper sentence. everything inside him begging not to say another word because if he did, he would instantly regret it for the rest of his life.

images from the life you had together started playing on his mind like an unwanted movie, building tears of nostalgia in his eyes. "I c- can't keep doing this, y/n.." he couldn't hold back the breaking of his voice and the quiet sob as it fell of his lips. "it's breaking me.. the fact that he gave you everything I couldn't.. the fact that he is the one making your day better.. the fact that he is the one forming a smile to your pretty and sweet face.. because all I did was bring tears to your perfect eyes.." that wasn't what he wanted to tell you. no. what is he doing?.. this is useless.. you can't fix-

"keigo.." your soft voice broke the silence and turned his attention away from his bad thoughts. he removed his heavy head from your shoulder, blurry eyes meeting yours as you placed your little palm on his red cheek, comforting him and reassuring him that he is what you wanted. "the guy you're so obsessed over is not who I want to spend the rest of my life with, keigo.. and he could never replace you. ever." that was his last straw. tears of now joy and relief falling down his cheeks and decorating his perfectly-made face.

"fuck.." he chuckled. "I just made myself looking like an obsessed idiot.. sorry.. we aren't even together anymore and I-" you closed the distance between your soft lips and his, taking him by surprise and shutting him up. you moved your head backwards, breaking the kiss and placing both your hands to each side of his handsome face. "I am the idiot for breaking up with you and making you feel so horrible.. I'm so so sorry.." you sweetly said, placing a little peck on his forehead.

he circled his big arms around your waist, pulling your perfect to him body closer to his. this felt right to him. the familiar sense of your bodys together, connecting in every way possible. his safe place inside your arms that want nothing more than his happiness from him. thats what he desired for you too, his perfect little princess.

#I've had this in my drafts for way too long #but i cant #i love him #mha hawks #pro hero hawks #hawks fluff #i love hawks #my hero academia hawks #wing hero hawks #mha takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo x y/n #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo angst #keigo fluff #keigo takami mha

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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i'd be better armed (if you agreed to take it)

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: ending the day with you snuggled up with him on the couch, when it dawns upon him that maybe he does love you.

song title inspo: (You) On My Arm by Leith Ross

Warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, hawks is a flirt, petnames, afab reader, unrequited?pining, sexual tension, romantic tension, mentions of drugs/alcohols

pt. II

"Haha no way!" You laughed, seemingly unaware of a lingering gaze of the man sitting in front of you. "Were just friends."

It had become a reocurring speculation of your relationship with the Number. 2 hero, Hawks. Not that the two of you particulary minded, even somewhat basking in the attention you two recieved from his fans and the media. Even often teasing each other with flirtatious jabs and quips sometimes in attempt to catch the other off-guard and see them fluster.

Even now when mutual friends pointed out the strangely intimate nature of your relationship, one would either play it up or brush it off with a laugh, just as you were doing now.

To be honest, Keigo really wanted to tell this person to fuck off; his day was leaving him less than impressed: working all day in the smoldering summer heat and all he wanted to do was recharge in your presence. Despite how he was feeling, he simply just smiled and leaned back in his seat as you chatted away.

He took his time to take you in: the way you tucked a stray peice of hair behind your ear only for it to fall back into its previous place, the way the faint smell of your perfume lingered in the air and on his clothes after you hugged him in greeting, the way your eyes crinkled as you laugh at something the person says, occasionally glancing back at him every time. He grins to himself as he reminices in his memory of the familiar scent of your hair engulfing him and the way it lulled him into tranquility. Picking at his cuticles, he attempts to fight the grin creeping against his lips by biting the inside of his cheek.

Your seemingly amused giggles reshift his attention, pulling him away from his thoughts as his eyes raked onto whoever was holding your regard. His tenderness quickly simmering into something quite ugly as his eyes flicked between you and the person who had you so enraptured. They had their arms folded and leaning forward across the black metal railing separating you from them and smiling a little too wide for his taste.

When Keigo had decided to get you crêpes that evening to indulge in each others company, he had hoped to get your complete undivided attention so he could complain about his day and listen to yours. Not that he hadn't gotten to, but he wasn't really expecting for a third party to crash his date.

He really wanted to blame his sour mood on the heat but as Autumn crept closer, the nights drew colder. So the cool wind breezing across his temple reminded him of his perhaps neediness of your regards to his companionship. Scoffing, he pouted towards his fingers, to his crêpes, and then back to you. Like a puppy begging for its owner's affection.

He caught your concerned expression, your eyebrows pinched for only a moment as if to say you good? And as if on cue a soft feeling settled over him, because no matter how good at concealing his true feelings he was, you could always read him like an open book (though you’d probably deem him as being dramatic). In return, he sent you a gentle smile and a wink before forking at his dessert, silently wishing the person would leave.

As you wrapped up your conversation and the person finally walked away, you turned back to him, your fork waving in his face.

"What?" He peered into the depths of your eyes, grinning to himself at your playful glare, your soft lips slightly puckered and your eyes narrowed. But it quickly fell into a happy smile once you poked at his crêpe. "Can I have some of yours?" You requested, putting on your best innocent expression, causing him to let out an amused huff.

"I dont think I heard a please." Keigo taunted, raising an eyebrow at you and shooting you his best shit-eating grin. Feeling amused with himself, he reveled in your unamused scowl.

"You're such a dick, y'know?" He barked out a laugh at your insult, a feeling of warmth radiating through his body and you giggled watching his shoulders shake in delight.

Pushing back his ashy-blond locks that fell across his face, he peeped up at you, his golden-brown eyes swimming in what seemed to be adoration.

"How crude." He jested, leaning forward on his elbows, sending you a provoking look as he rested his chin on his hands and tilting his head to the side in mock innocence.

"Please." You begged, drawing out your e's, making that face you knew he'd cave to.

"Only if I get to have some of yours."

He watched as you seperated a square of your oreo crêpe before taking a stab and hovering it over his lips, in which he proceeded to wet with his tongue.

An indirect kiss.

The silly thought caused heat to rush to his cheeks and the slight extra grip of his hand around his fork. It wasn't like sharing food with you was uncommon in the slightest, so the thumping in his chest now ringing in his ears seemed very unalike him. Nevertheless, he opened his mouth and let you slide the food onto his tongue, winking at you in the process and making a show as he slid his mouth away to thoughtfully chew at your food.

"Good right?" You urged, leaning against the stained glass table, your eyes holding a flirtacious twinkle as your lips curled, showing the tops of your teeth. Strands of hair continuing to stray from where you've preceded to tuck them away. His fingers itched to move them back for you.

"If anything I'd say you're trying to seduce me." He teased after taking a moment to swallow the savory treat.

"Maybe I am." You hurled back, continuing to stuff your face, specks of crêpe settling around your chin and mouth but you didnt seem to care. You were too concerned with finishing your plate of its remains—something that Keigo always seemed to find charming about you.

Your indiffernce to your casual flirting caused him to let out a short chuckle, taking in the comfort because you never really do change. The tender feeling lingering in his chest and his fondness for you seemed to only keep growing as the months and years passed, expanding notably but at such a timely pace, so gradual it almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

As if to signify the dwindling of the day, the yellow-orange glow of the street light flicked on, casting a gentle ray of warmth to envelope your frame, settling over you like a warm blanket, setting a beautiful contrast against the evening blue.

"Looks like its going to rain." You voiced, eyes flickering up to the clouded sky just before a soft rumble emerged. And just as your eyes fell back on him, he peered back down at his fingers.

He got caught staring.

"Are you okay? You’ve been unnaturally quiet today, kinda spooky."

He appreciated your attempt in lightening the mood with your quip. Even so, he couldn't seem to let go of his guilt in spoiling your time together with his moods.

"Long day." He decided to respond after a moment and a sigh. It wasnt necessarily a lie, he justified.

"Wanna head back to mine?" You offered with an innocent tilt to your head and a sincere smile. Your gaze loving, regarded him with compassion he didn't feel deserving of. Nonetheless, he returned your expression the best he could, hoping you could feel his gratitude.

"Sure Dove."

"Wanna go wash up before we get started? You’re stinking up my house, y'know." You teased, leaning over to pet your cat who only seemed to like you. He swore up and down that cat would send him death glares anytime he was over.

"I think you like my stink." He retorted, shrugging off his coat before leaning against your kicthen bar, hands stuffed into his pockets as he adirmed your backside. Gaze shooting back to your face before you could catch on.

A seemingly lingering voice of shame resounding in his head after doing so.

"Ahh, you caught me." You pretend to admit. Turning to face him as you look him up and down, assessing him before coming up with a witty retort.

"There's just something about the smell of sweaty balls that really gets me goin'."

"HAH! I do not smell like sweaty balls."

"Well, then I guess you should get to it then, that is, if you don't want me to assume that's how you enjoy smelling." You turn your back to him once again to set you cat back down, and this time he makes sure to point his eyes away from your figure.

You must be doing this to him on purpose.

"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?" You offer, knowing he loves the feeling your hands scratching and cleaning at his scalp after a long day. The thought makes his heart pulse.

"Sure Dove," he began softly. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Okay! Wanna watch our show afterwards?" You suggest to him as he makes his way to your bedroom, the wooden floor slighlty creaking against his weight.

"Of coarse," he answers. "Just don't start without me."

"Don't take too long!"

Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, he began to strip of his clothes. Taking in the sight of your messy room and letting the familiar scent of you–and your cat–to engluf his senses, urging his shoulders to slope and his muscles to relax. It wasnt long until he caught the sight of your panties staring him in the face, causing heat to rush to his cheeks and to his groin. Damn you for being so untidy.

Such a tease.

Letting the running water cascade over him like perfect rain, warm and steady, hoping it could wash away his racing thoughts and inappropriate feelings. And yet it only seemed to fuel his daydreams of you: the sight of your crêpe stained face under the light of the streetlamp, your scandalous remarks and flirtacious conversations; the warm-spicy and vanilla-coffee scent of your perfume, and the view of your breasts and ass when you lean forward or over something driving him close to insanity. He wondered what you would think of him if you knew what was currently going through his head right now.

A sudden twitch of his cock alerted him it might be better to set the setting temperature to cold.

Poking his head out from your bedroom, he called for you. Keigo watched as you sauntered over, your eyes red and droopy and your lips curved into a dopey smile.

"Are you high?" He queried with mirth. "You were supposed to wait for me."

"You were taking too long." Giggling as you glided past him and into the room and into your bathroom, but not before you looked him up and down, clearly indulging in his half-naked form.

"Like what you see?" Keigo implored, flexing his pecs hoping to hear you laugh .

Giggling, you nodded—taking his hand and leading him inside. You sat him down on your stool before coaxing him to lean back against you.

Taking the detachable shower head you rinsed his messy, feathered locks; the water turning his once ashy-golden hair into brown as droplets cascaded down his face and onto the bathroom tile.

"You look so handsome with your hair wet, Keigo." You say gently, as if it was as clear as the sky was blue. He marveled at how such a gentle confession would hinder him speechless.

"You're too sweet Dove" He mumbled, awed at how such a simple compliment from anyone else would never hold the same effect as you do him.

"Jus' the factss."

He truly didnt know what to say so he chose to just stay silent. All until your lathered hand came into contact with his head and he couldn't seem to hold back the groan of relief. He couldn't even register your silly gibe at his condition, only basking in the feeling of your fingers delicately, yet firmly scratching away.

How are you so perfect?

After you rinse his hair and shampoo it again, he can already start to feel his battery fully recharging. He truly doesn't know how he made it without you or your occasional hair appointments.

"Wanna do my skin care with me?" You ask him after blow drying his hair and shaking it out with your oiled hands. He tilts his head back to gaze up at you, leaning into your hands and he swears he can feel himself purring.

"Please..." He murmurs, which he knows is out of character for him but he doesn't care. He just wants you to continue taking care of him like you always do, unashamedly.

Slipping on his clothes he conviently leaves at your place, he notices the scent of you lingering on his hoodie instead of the usual smell of your detergent. Instantly, without thinking, he lifted the garment to his face to inhale before feeling disturbed of himself and quickly sliding the garment over his head.

What’s going on with him?

Situating himself next to you, he lets you cuddle him under your blanket before handing him a joint as the episode to your show played in the background.

Just then, a giant white streak of lightening, followed by a crack and boom of thunder echoed through the apartment. And in suit came the pit-patter of the rain upon your window.

"I love when it rains." You mumbled sleepily, half to yourself. Your eyes barely opened and trained on the T.V. Keigo hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arm behind your head and against the top of the couch, letting the smoke enter his lungs for a couple moments before letting the air escpape through his nose with a sigh.

He could feel his stress dissipating instantly, almost like he really could die happy here with you, on your old couch and your grumpy cat that he secretly wished approved of him.

He let his gaze rest outside the window, seeminly lost in thought before he felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as your soft snores escaped your parted lips. Turning to look back at you, he felt as if the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no rain, no noise—just you. He could feel the warm and soft press of your body against his and this almost overwhelming feeling of pure affection. He let his hand come down to rest against your head and allowing his body to move forward and plant a kiss on your hairline. He let himself linger in place for a few moments before compelling himself to pull away.

Choosing to ignore the creeping dread rising from his chest, he decided to just enjoy the moment (as you liked to remind him) before feeling the heaviness of his own eyes. Heaving an amused breath, the sudden dawning of his predicament fell upon him.

You were his best friend, his home, someone he knew he could never in a million years replace.

He loved you.

And even though it was never said between the two of you—you both knew it. He knew this was far from the platonic love you have shared for each other; you were both niave for thinking it would end any other way. And yet, the very idea of telling you how he felt was extremely akin to ice being poured on top of him. The risk of everything you've built together would shatter and it would never be the same. Though, he decided the self-chastening could wait until tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to get lost in you, and hopefully never wake up.

feedback and critism is welcomed!

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quinloki · 1 month

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OMG SO LAST NIGHT

Randomly (I don’t even remember what started this train of thought) my brain was like if Marco and Hawks (from MHA) eat chicken is it cannibalism

….

You’ve shared Hawks art on Twitter so I thought you might laugh at that thought

He’s my fave in MHA :3 I think they’d vibe really well

I think what kind of got me there is like

I was trying to tamper down this kinda dark thought of Marco giving himself up to Blackbeard for reader to be safe and that’s not ideal bed time thoughts and idk where that came from either

….

My brain was on some shit last night it was so hard to sleep lmao

>.> Kaz. Kaz. Don't prompt me with this.

Don't - I mean - gods I have written THINGS. Things never meant to see the light of day. I have Thought Things Too. About this EXACT setup. About Marco giving in to protect the reader, about what Teach would do, how he wouldn't even need seastone because Marco wouldn't dare to run, not with that cost.

And Teach would not be nice enough to hurt him.

Of the reveal, of the Reader in Teach's hands at one point. Of the rage, of the fight that ensues - of how absolutely terrible it *could* go, the idea of the Phoenix's grief AND rage slaughtering Teach and his crew, and gods be good if he stops there or just rips the entire world apart, no more Marco to hold back the primal desire of destruction and rebirth.

At least not until the beast is sated.

#quin answers #kazieai #I did laugh at that first bit though #I love Hawks #I think I'd just completely blue screen if I could see them both at the same time #x reader #reader insert

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bigmeatpete69420 · 7 months

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RED SHOULDERED #HAWK IN MY BACK YARD LET ME GET CLOSE THEN SHOWS OFF

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SHAMELESS SELF PLUG OF MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL BECAUSE UPLOADING VIDEOS TO TUMBLR IS PULLING TEEF

#birds #birdblr #hawks #red shouldered hawk #i love birds #i love hawks #sounds of birds #sounds of hawks #feedlot #bigmeatpetebirds #Youtube

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quillscales · 8 months

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Saddest thing at comiccon was that none of the villain line up art ever had Spinner in it. :(

#no mr compress either #yet id see a lot of hawks with them #boo #i love hawks #but not as a lov member #cause he wasn't #anyway #didnt get any lov prints cause of that #did get some other nice stuff tho!

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herd-reject-arts · 10 months

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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.