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gojo-mochi · 6 months

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hey hey! could I request for the kinktober event vampire!mihawk or demon!crocodile? also, can you put some smut and some extra spices? Like maybe mihawk getting completly adicted on readers blood? tx dear, hope ya have a good day!!

CW: Fem!reader with dress. Blood drinking (ofc), Mention of weed usage, cockwarming, fingering, p/v cowgirl position, Mihawk calls you a bitch once, overstimulation. Vampire powers. Hints of Yandere!Mihawk.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Hope you enjoy it! From my kinktober event!

Word Count: 3.7k

You decided that you had enough of the sweaty dancing bodies on the first floor of the mansion. Bumping and pushing your way into the crowd, almost elbowing a guy in the stomach for not getting the hint that you did not want him to grind on you. Sweat dripped down your cheek as you eventually made it to the stairwell. Exploring the second floor only to find that most of the room was already occupied from the noises you were hearing. Sounds like most of them were having a good time as well. Sighing, you took your weary leg up another flight of stairs, up to the third floor of the mansion.

Finding this floor to be relatively empty, only a couple of stoners laze around the hallway or some of the open rooms you peeked in. The heavy smoke wafting through the air was enough for you to be feeling woozy, stumbling your way further down the floor and finding an empty hallway leading to a grand set of double doors. You push on it and shuffle your way in, taking in a deep breath of clean air. Enjoying how you could breathe easily without coughing your lungs out now. You rub your eyes as you take a clear look at the room you were in, lines of shelves filled with various books enter your vision.

Of course, the weird old creepy mansion has a grand library in it. It was eerily quiet in the library, you half-expected some old decrepit librarian lady to come and shush you as you shut the door behind you, the hinges creaking loudly. A sign that no one has used this place in a long while, if the small coating of dust bunnies on the bookshelves weren’t evidence enough. Still, it was better than the other hallway, a little bit of dust never hurt anyone anyway. You decided to stay here for a while, eyeing the titles of books as you walk further into the library.

“Science, History, Math too? Was the owner a teacher or something?” You ponder your thoughts out loud as you read some of the titles that caught your eye. “The Adventure of the long-nosed Liar, 101 ways to scam someone, How to Cook Oden, Finding the One Piece in your life….” None of these really interested you, your eyes were so focused on scanning the Shelves that you didn’t realize that there was someone else in the library with you. Someone who has been watching you the entire time, from the moment you stepped into the library, his piercing golden eyes were trained on you.

Mihawk would usually just use his power to convince anyone who finds the library to leave immediately, he wasn't about to let anyone ruin his safe haven. Annoyed that he got tricked by a certain red-haired- drunk into even coming to this party. However, when you came in, he was taken aback by your mouth-watering scent. So he stayed back, carefully watching your every move like a hawk. You were dressed as a murder victim or that’s what he believed at least, a white collared dress splatter in fake blood. He knew it was fake from the awful chemical smell that was coming from it. It was a simple costume for someone who also didn’t really want to attend this party either.

Mihawk licks his lips as he thought about painting your dress with real blood instead, covering that awful synthetic smell with your sweet honeyed aroma instead. The fake blood was too lightly colored anyway, real blood would be a nice richer color, like the color of his favorite bottle of wine. These thoughts swirl in his head as he continues to observe your actions, scrunching up his nose as you come across some vampire themed novels. How ironic he thought silently, seeing you picked a book called “Marked by the Vampire '', raising an eyebrow in curiosity when your heartbeat quickens a bit when you skimmed through the book.

The book you just picked up just so happened to be a raunchy and steamy romance novel, one of those that the ladies in book clubs will absolutely fawn and gossip over for days. You landed on a page right in the middle of a sex scene. The poor innocent village girl who was taken captive by the dark and broody vampire was now being pinned underneath him, your eyes glued to the pages as you read on; “His fangs grazed her neck, not yet puncturing in, just a light tease. His hands groped down on her body, feeling her terrified nerves with every single moment he made. She gasps out as one of his hands roam under her dress, pulling it up and-”

“You seem quite captivated by this book, it must be an interesting read.” A rich and mysterious voice spoke out from behind you. You drop the book instantly, turning back to come face to face with a tall dark-haired stranger. He was dressed like some sort of slutty vampire? If you had to take a guess, that is, considering that he was wearing a high-collared dark cape, a brimmed feather hat, and those fancy high-waisted pants. But no shirt, so you were free to ogle at his extremely toned abs and his also very muscular arms when he bends down to pick up the fallen book.

Muscles and ogling aside, how long has he been here for anyway? Were you just too absorbed into reading to notice someone come in? The door’s hinges should have alerted you with how loud they creaked earlier. Or was he in here the whole time and you just never noticed? It gave you a dreadful feeling in the pits of your stomach. You were alone, far away from the rest of the party, with a stranger who looked like he could pick you up by the throat with one hand. You nervously start to shift away a bit from him, only for him to stop you with one glance down of his golden eyes.

His calloused hands held the book open, right on the page where you left it. “Planning on leaving so soon? It looked like you were enjoying this book, apologize if I startled you.” His eyes switched back to the book and its pages, you could see the small movement of his pupils as he browsed over the text. “Very interesting read, I can see why you were so engrossed in it.” His facial expression was neutral but his tone gave away his thoughts on it, it had a teasing lilt to it and something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

You chuckled out shakily, shrugging your shoulders back in reply. “I just didn’t notice you came in here that’s all. Or were you here before me? Anyway, I was just bored and the book looked like it was fun but that doesnt mean I was that into it!” A delicate blush rushes up to your face as you try to defend yourself, being caught reading something smutty and enjoying it by a handsome guy. Mihawk’s eyes narrowed upon seeing your blush, he could practically hear the rush of blood in your veins at this point. He chuckles out himself, “No need to be ashamed now, my dear. Everyone has needs, don’t they? I know I certainly do. Ah, How about this then? Since we both don’t seem to be fond of the party, why don't we find something fun to do here.”

You noticed that he didn’t answer your questions but your mind was getting fuzzier by the minute, was the weed hitting out this late or something. Mihawk took a couple of steps towards you, his free cupping your cheek gently, running a thumb over your skin. “We can even recreate some of the scenes in this book, if you so like, my dear.” His eyes seemed to bore right into your soul, your body froze up, but your skin felt like it was gonna melt from how fast it was heating up. Mihawk throws the book behind him, leaning his head down to your neck.

His hand on your cheek, forcibly tilting your head back so he could have more access to your pretty little neck. He wasn’t planning on drinking anyone's blood at this party, thinking that no one’s who would go to a party like this would have blood worth drinking. But you prove him wrong, still he wasn’t one to keep a victim or drain them completely. He finds it bothersome to have someone around all the time and getting rid of a body was equally bothersome as well. He would just do his standard routine of mind control and taking some blood and leave you somewhere else on the floor.

Erasing your memories of him and having you believe that you just got blacked out drunk. Clean, simple and cut, no need for anything fancy or extra work. Simple… that what he thought this was going to be, until he finally got a taste of your blood. His fangs sink in so easily, like slicing into a cake, the first savor of your sweet crimson nectar on his tongue had Mihawk moaning shamelessly. Sinking his fangs in even deeper than he usually does. His tongue flicked rapidly to lap up every single drop.

Mihawk then lets go of you with another debauched groan coming from his throat. Your blood dripped down the side of his face and chin. The spell on your mind gradually loses its powers, your eyes blink reality back into existence slowly. Mihawk was wiping away your blood with a handkerchief when your mind snapped back together, you stumbled backwards and fell ungracefully on your ass. Scrambling away from your attacker, holding the two bleeding holes in your neck with a shaky hand.

Mihawk was in shock, he never lost control like this before, but you… you were different from all the others he ever drank from. Comparing their blood to yours would be like comparing pig swill to a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1945. He couldn't let you get away so easily, but he wasn't going to resort to savagery. No, he had other ways to get you to submit, it should be easy, after all, he could smell your arousal leaking down on your panties…

He finished wiping away at his face, pocketing his handkerchief away and bending down on one knee and reaching out a hand to you. “Apologies once more, my dear. This has never happened… happened to me before.” It sounded like he was apologizing for cumming too early, not for freaking biting your neck! You glare at the hand he was offering to you, but you still stopped your escape plan for now. “I don’t know if a simple apology is gonna cut it for trying to kill me, you know.” You hiss out at him, swatting away his hand when it comes closer like a cat.

Mihawk’s eyes widened by a fraction for a small second. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, my dear. I just wanted a taste but it seems that your blood was far more appetizing than I thought. Still, I would never kill you.” ‘You’re far too special for that.. And I have other things in mind for you…’ Mihawk levels his facial expression to look more docile, reaching out his hand once again. “I propose a deal, you let me drink some of your blood and I’ll make this night into an unforgettable experience for you.” He even gave you a small smile at the end, the slight quirk of his lips was enough to make you clench your thighs together.

Damn him and his handsome face…”What do you mean by ‘unforgettable experience’ exactly?” This time as Mihawk’s hand comes towards you, you decide to take it, his other hand swooping down to the small of your back to help lift you back up to your feet. He angles his head a bit towards you as he answers; “You know, my dear. I can tell how wet you got from earlier. My senses tell me that you crave in a different way. I can help take care of that for you, in simple exchange. A treat for a treat, shall we say? No tricks here.”

His smooth sultry travels to your ear all the way down to your core. Could you really trust a stranger, lest alone a Vampire, to keep his word? You’re weren’t exactly sure but you when are you ever going to get the chance to fuck a vampire? You could just blame your poor choices on the copious amount of second-hand weed you inhaled on this floor. You licked your lips, looking back up at the vampire. “Could I at least get your name first?” You asked shyly, feeling more anxious and embarrassed that he could tell how aroused you were by him.

Mihawk dips his head down to scrape his fangs over the pulse point of your neck. “Call me Mihawk, and you, my dear?” His hands grope at your sides, making you squeak out your name quietly. Mihawk runs his fangs over your neck once more, whispering your name over the bare skin. Then he pulls away from you, his pupils blown wide and lightly grabbing at your wrist as he leads you further in the library to a small corner with a couch in it.

He sits down on it first, spreading his thigh out wide as he tugs on your wrist to make you come in between them. His hands back on your side as he purrs out; “I should warm up my meal first, right?” “You know, I really don't appreciate being called tha-ohhHah!” Your complaints got whisked away as Mihawk’s fingers went under your dress and palmed at your panties. His fingers pressing down heavily on the wet spot in the middle.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air and his strangely cold fingers as well. As he runs his fingers over your slick folds, your arousal drips down on his hand. He plunges in his digits into you, easily finding that spot that made your knees buckle. Your own hands grab onto Mihwak’s shoulder for balance, as he starts to find a good pace in and out of your pussy. The squelching noises echoed loudly in the eerily quiet library, your cries bouncing off the walls and back to you. “Mmff-fuc-fuck!” Mihwak kept going at an unrelenting pace, bullying your cute pussy, his wrist slapping sharply against your clit, your slick completely covering his hand at this point but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, as you try to focus your bleary eyes on his face, he was wearing a deadpan expression, his face unchanging even as your moans and knees get weaker and weaker when you start reaching your peak.

Your fingers clawing deep into his shoulders, the coil in your stomach finally snapping and you gush out on his hand, soaking his sleeves even. “Mm-uwaahhh…ahh-ah?! Mi-Mihawk! Wait-please-ahhH-fuck!” Your body bends over, throwing your arms around Mihawk’s neck and shoulders and squeezing tight as your knees lose all of its strength. Mihawk kept on bullying your abused pussy with his fingers even through your orgasm, going at a faster pace than before. A second orgasm was already building up, Mihawk’s other hand holding you up from behind so you wouldn't fully fall over.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” A colorful string of curses escapes your mouth as Mihawk forces another orgasm from you. This time Mihawk lets you collapse onto his lap, his non-stained hand massaging your back as you calm down. He softly put your thighs over his so you were spread open on his lap. His golden eyes scans your face as he unbuckles his pants and free his thick cock, rubbing the tip on your leaking folds, tilting his head in question. “Ready?” His low timbre voice was even, giving away no indication of how feral he felt inside.

You pout at his tone, huffing out a whine; “Can you at least pretend to like this?” You murmured, hands coming up to cup his face, thumb tracing over his smooth skin, no sign of aging or wrinkles anywhere to be seen. Mihawk’s self composure almost breaks at your tender touch, he was trying his best not to give away his inner thoughts. On how he absolutely wanted to ruin you, corrupt you, take you away from the outside world and lock you in his castle with him forever. But he couldn’t risk scaring you off, he wasn’t one for the chase, he preferred to keep things neat and tidy.

He breathes out, almost sounding annoyed, making you cringe inside. Your hands began to pull away only for Mihawk to grab them and put them back on his face. “Forgive me, my dear, I am just not used to…” He trails off, his eyes looking away from you and for a split second you could see the raging emotions he was hiding underneath. Feeling a bit bolder now that you know the kind of effect you had on him, you take action and lower your hips down, sinking his cock in you. Your previous orgasm made it easy for the first half of the stretch but he was far more lengthy than you thought.

Mihawk groans out, feeling your tight walls squeeze him, it was like heaven on earth to him, your pulsing heat shook him to his core. Seeing you struggle to take him fully, he gets even more riled up, watching your cute scrunched up face and pussy swallowing up half of his cock. Your hushed pleas for help, as you continue to struggle. He places his lips back on the bite mark he made, pressing open mouth kisses on the wound, as his hand strokes at your swollen clit, the other one on your hip gently guiding you down. “I-I don’t think it's going to fit.” You whine, jutting your bottom lips as your pussy gets stretched out even more.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will fit.” ‘You were made for me after all…’ Everything about you drove Mihawk crazy and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared of this foreign feeling. He just thought that your blood was the only thing special about you, but he was wrong. You sink down slowly, taking in every inch of Mihawk, his thick throbbing vein dragging along your warm walls. As you finally bottom out on his cock, Mihawk sinks in his fangs, letting out a feral moan, almost to the point of whimpering.

He greedily gulped down your crimson saccharine nectar, you tried to alleviate the pain by moving your hips but Mihawk stopped you. His thumb was still lazily rubbing small patterns on your clit so you weren’t completely without pleasure. He lets go of your neck only so he could speak, his voice raspy and laced with heavy desire. “Don’t move too much, just sit here and let me take my fill, and th-then I’ll give you everything, my dear.” You wanted to protest but you felt you would be punished badly if you disobeyed so you stayed as still as you could. With Mihawk’s cock buried deep inside of you, his thumb only gives you enough pleasure to distract you from the stinging pain of having your blood sucked from you.

Mihawk slowed down his feeding, opting to lap sweetly at the blood, enjoying your small squirms and needy pants. He wanted to savor your taste, drinking too quickly would ruin his meal. He already made up his mind that he was going to kidnap you but that doesn't mean he couldn't have his fun with you right now. So it was, Mihawk kept you on his lap for what felt like hours, nipping at your neck when you tried to move too much or whine too loudly for his liking. Your mind starts blanking at some point, perhaps due to the bloodlost or from the constant edging, you had enough and didn't care about the punishment right now.

You rutted your hips forward, hands clawing at Mihawk’s open chest pitifully. Mihawk would punish you like normal, but after drinking so much of your blood, he was drunk on it. Giving your neck one last long lick and pressing his bloodied lips on yours, into a searing hot kiss. “Can’t fucking wait anymore, can you?” He thrusts up his hips, ramming his cock straight into your cervix. Bouncing his thighs in a ruthless rhythm, his hands pressing down on your hips so you felt every inch of his length in you, with no room to wiggle or move out.

“Panting like a fucking bitch in heat, haahh..” Mihawk grunted out, spreading out one hand to rub at your clit. “Is this what you wanted huh? Plap Plap…Plap! He stutters his hips once letting his cock almost slip out, only to slam it back in forcefully once more. Your eyes roll backwards, a whole new galaxy of stars appears in your vision. Your stomach tightens and snaps, releasing and gushing all over Mihawk’s thighs and lap. He presses his forehead against yours, running the bridge of his nose over yours for a bit.

A hand off your hip and now running through your hair, calming you down, and honestly he needed to calm down as well before his own coil would snap, his cock still sitting heavily in your core. His thighs trembling with need and desire but Mihawk was determined not to cum just yet; “Hmmmm.. Was that good enough for you? Going to finally be good now?” He sighs out, his voice quivers just a bit, if you were more clear-headed you would have caught that but you just loll your head down on his shoulder as your hole clenches and unclench on his cock, trying to adjust once more.

He softly pats your head, bringing up his other hand and summoning a book to his hand. He settles back on the couch, bringing you with and secretly making sure you’re comfortable. “Now behave while I read alright? If you interrupt me again, your next punishment will be much harsher…”

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk smut #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #kinktober 2023

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gemini-sensei · 4 months

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Hawk dating a skateboard, stoner girl mood board if you want too

Hawk Moskowitz x Skater!Stoner!Reader

God, he'd love watching her skate. And getting high because he's been through a lot of stress 😅 they'd have so much fun together.

(Hogh sex with Hawk is underway)

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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MHA Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Kyoka Jiro||Earphone Jack]

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Yagi Toshinori||All Might]

[Enji Todoroki||Endeavor]

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Yamada Hizashi||Present Mic]

[Kan Sekijiro||Vlad King]

[Taishiro Toyomitsu||Fat Gum]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

[Rumi Usagiyama||Mirko]

[Ryuko Tatsuma||Ryukyu]

[Yu Takeyama||Mt. Lady]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Atsuhiro Sako||Mr. Compress]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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takamikeiigos · 2 years

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Hello! I just stalked the hell outta your blog and LOVED it!! Please make stoner hawks x reader a thing, I’d love it sooooo much! BUT! My REAL request is this - hawks, good ok friends /co-pro hero’s to lovers situation, and maybe drinking game or something, and he finds out that sweet, innocent and friendly fem reader— has vch and both nipple barbells. And now he can never look at her the same again 😂 please! And thank you! Keep up the great work!!! Peace ✌️

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 5.2 𝒌

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒎! 𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔, 𝑪𝒐𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔→𝑭𝑾𝑩/𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈??, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

• 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕-𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, '𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 - 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌'? 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 '𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

To say that you feel somewhat out of place when entering Hawks' apartment complex might just be an understatement.

The lobby is huge, due to the fact that the building itself harbors numerous business offices and private agencies. The flooring is a dark wood beneath your feet, before giving way to a plush white carpet. The walls are a light, delicate cream color, maybe just a shade or two darker than the carpeting, accented with warm-toned stone tiles. The entire room is adorned in modern decor and furniture, maintaining a look of clean-cut professionalism to impress guests and clients.

The receptionist at the front desk peaks up and offers you a smile.

You're definitely out of place.

You smile back politely and head straight for the elevator, the chime of the doors closing behind you offering state of peace to your nerves. You think back to what Hawks had told you earlier in the day, while the both of you had been signing off on paperwork after a long mission.

Penthouse Two. The very top floor of the building.

You press the corresponding button and the elevator begins a smooth ascent, the soft tone of jazz playing quietly over the speakers.

The elevator finally chimes again and comes to a stop, its doors giving way to an open hallway. You step out and look around, the dimly-lit lights adding a warm glow to the dark walls and the white marbled panels that accent them. The door Hawks' apartment sits a few feet to your right, the glow from the hallway lights illuminating the address that's posted on the wall beside it.

You approach it and raise a hand to ring the doorbell, but the door suddenly flies open, revealing just a peak into the vast apartment that belongs to Japan's number two Hero.

A small red feather appears from behind the door, slowly falling just as a leaf would during autumn, before resting weightlessly on the floor. You eye it for a moment, hesitant, before kneeling down to pick it up. You hold it between your fingers, admiring its soft, downy texture and vibrant color, and it twitches in your hold.

You rise, the feather still in your grasp, and cautiously enter the apartment, the sheer size of it nearly stopping you in your tracks.

It definitely lives up to the rest of the building's expectations in decor. It's atmosphere is warm, just like the rest of the building; white walls are garnished with a smokey, gray trim, breached with little decor and adding in splashes of muted reds, oranges, and browns for contrast. The furniture is a deep, charcoal grey - a large sectional couch sitting in the middle of the living room with a dark wood coffee table accenting it in the middle. Just behind that sits a tall dining table, carmine-red chairs surrounding it and adding another splash of color to the room, the large windows of the apartment providing a dramatic backdrop of downtown Musutafu.

You look to your left and spot a bar, the shelving on the walls embellished with numerous types of liquors and glasses. And when you look above that, what you think is the ceiling actually turns out to be a platform. You crane your head slightly to get a better look over the railing and you spot what looks like a bed, but you can't be too sure.

"Come on in, I don't bite."

You nearly jump out of your skin and whip around at Hawks' relaxed tone, the winged Hero standing behind you with a cocky grin plastered on his mouth. The feather twitches from where you'd forgotten it in your grasp and frees itself, twirling around you a few times before taking its place back in the plush of Hawks' wings.

"Well.. only sometimes."

You glare at him and his brazen antics, an exasperated huff falling from your lips.

"You know, Hawks," you say, exasperated, scrubbing a hand over your face, "One of these days I'm gonna knock your ass out for doing that shit."

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued, and breathes out a laugh.

"If you think you can catch me first, sure."

You roll your eyes as he walks past you, and you follow his movement. It's admittedly very weird seeing him outside of work and not in uniform - dressed casually in a pair of loose, black joggers and a dark gray henley, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He's continued to rock the shorter hair, the golden tufts holding a dampness that makes you guess he must've just gotten out of the shower. He runs a hand through the damp locks and you watch as his back muscles flex ever-so-slightly beneath his shirt, his wings rustling and stretching with his movement.

He plops down on the living room couch, comfortably leaned back into the cushions with one leg dangling off the edge and the other propped up, an arm resting on his knee.

He smiles at you, sincerely.

"C'mon, chickadee. Mi casa es su casa," he tilts his head, as if to beckon you forward.

You remove your shoes in the doorway of his apartment and make your way into the living-space, opting to sit on one of the loveseats perpendicular to where he sits on the couch.

"So! What goodies do we have to dig into, today?" He sits up, shifting so one leg is folded under the other, and leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

"Honestly?" You start, opening the manila folder you'd brought with you. You look at the papers inside for a moment, scanning both of them, before setting one infront of Hawks, and one infront of yourself. "They're pretty basic questions. You know.. like, 'What's your favorite part about being a Hero?' and, 'Who was your biggest inspiration?'"

Hawks chuckles and shakes his head, an eyebrow raised with skepticism. A few agencies had been chosen by a magazine to interview eachother, and out of the six that were chosen, yours and Hawks' were among them. You decided to team up with eachother, not necessarily having been close friends, but frequent acquaintances, partnering up with eachother on missions here and there.

"But!" You chime, pointing a finger at him. "There are some juicy ones in here that I think you might like."

He rolls his eyes playfully at you and sits back, his wings spread out flat over the couch cushions, bright red feathers gleaming in the lowlight of the room. You hear what sounds like glass clinking behind him and look over his shoulder toward the bar. A bottle of an expensive looking red wine comes floating into view, followed by two crystalline wine glasses. They land gently on the table between you and Hawks, and one of the feathers pops the cork on the tall, dark bottle, the quiet noise echoing through the apartment.

"Let's at least make it fun, hm?" He shrugs, a few more feathers detaching from his wings to assist with pouring the wine. Each glass fills with about three fingers before being passed to each of you, the feathers zipping back around to rest back in the plumage of Hawks' wings.

You tilt your glass slightly in his direction, as if to salute him, then press the glass to your lips and take a sip. It has a nice flavor, with notes of caramelized fruits and almond, and it's smooth going down, calming your nerves.

Hawks sips at his own glass while you grab the paper that's loaded with questions for him, opening your notebook and preparing to take notes. You lean back against the couch, one leg crossed over the other, your wine glass held between your fingers.

You both take turns asking questions to eachother, sipping your wine while mulling over answers. The questions get a little more personal and your wine glasses grow empty as time goes on, your cheeks growing warm when you go to ask Hawks the next question.

He quirks an eyebrow at you and smirks, cheeks rosy and eyes lidded while he sits there and ponders, wine glass twirling in small circles where he holds it.

"Okay, Mr. Hotshot, Number Two. Heroes Daily - Japan wants to know: What's your ideal date?"

"Hmm, I'd have to say.. probably sharing a night in my apartment, getting to know eachother over expensive wine."

You blink at him, your skin instantly feeling ablaze as warmth travels through your body. He catches your reaction and barks out a laugh, finishing off his wine and setting the glass back on the table in front of him.

"I'm just kidding, dove," the nickname comes with ease, and it doesn't help your current situation. "I'd take you on a date down to my favorite yatai for the best yakitori you could ever find." He sighs, a dreamy look on his face while he refills his glass, beckoning yours forward so he can fill it, too.

"Seriously. And it would have to be right before sunset so we could catch the lanters when they come on. And then we'd go for a walk and just.. talk."

He hands your glass back to you and you mutter your thanks, flustered over the innocent answer. But you jot it down and continue to sip your wine, waiting for him to ask you the next question.

"Who was or is your Pro Hero crush?"

Son of a bitch.

"Uhm," you hesitate, thinking on a proper way to answer the question without giving yourself up. You decide to pick a past crush you'd developed before becoming a Pro Hero. "Fat Gum?"

Hawks flashes you a genuine smile and asks why, searching for more details to put down with his answer. You rattle out something about how tall and strong Fat Gum is, and how kind his personality is. Hawks scribbles it down on his piece of paper and returns his attention back to you, waiting patiently.

"What's your favorite food?" You ask, and you give him an incredulous look after reading it aloud. Anyone would know the answer to this question, because the amount of times Hawks talks about it is unreal.

"Chicken!" You cut him off excitedly, beating him to it. He laughs quietly and nods his head in approval.

"Atta girl," he praises, and though you don't think he means to be flirtatious with it, the tone of his voice causes a heat to stir between your legs.

He looks at his piece of paper for a moment, amusement taking over his facial expression, before looking back at you with genuine curiosity.

"If you could choose any body modifications, whether it be a piercing, tattoo, or changing your hair color, what would you choose?"

How the fuck were you supposed to answer this?

Hawks squints at you, setting his glass of wine down on the table and leaning forward.

"What if I already have a few?"

"There's no fuckin' way Japan's most innocent hero has a tattoo or piercing hidden from us all," he says in awe, gaze trained on you as if he were trying to put together pieces of a puzzle.

You blush at the sudden infatuation in his voice, breaking eye contact to keep yourself from becoming even more flustered than you already were.

"I mean.. I can't really just go around taking my shirt off and pulling my pants down," you mumble, and when you look back toward Hawks, he continues to study you, elbows resting on his spread knees, his hands folded in the space between them.

"I'm assuming the answer isn't exactly appropriate for a Hero Magazine, is it, dove?" He cracks a smile, the tone of his voice playful. Taunting.

The nickname sends any form of self-control or discretion you had out the window. You raise a hand up to your blouse, toying with the top button between your fingers.

"Would you like to find out?" The question comes out quiet, your voice hushed barely over a whisper. You don't mean to bat your eyelashes at him, but the effects of the wine are making themselves known, your skin warm and flushed, your muscles relaxed and pliant. You know for a fact that he's got you riled up, solely from the tone of his voice and his body language, but you can't find it in you to resist anymore.

"Who would I be if I declined?" He states, captivated by you.

You pop the buttons of your blouse one-by-one, the fabric falling over your shoulders as you do so. Once they're all undone your shirt slides off completely, resting in a pool behind you on the loveseat. You're completely exposed from the waist up, not having worn a bra in dread of putting one on after the day you've had, and the cool air of the apartment brings your nipples to a peak in an instant.

The barbells pierced through your nipples gleam in the low light, and Hawks just continues to stare at your exposed breasts.

"I've had them done for a while, now," you mutter, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You don't even remember which jewelry you have in, and you hope it's nothing too suggestive, seeing as how you have an array of studs, rings, and barbells.

Hawks stands then, and you look up at his looming figure on the other side of the coffee table. He slides the bottle of wine and both glasses to the edge of the wooden furniture, before making his way over, taking a seat on the table directly in front of you. You can't really gauge his expression or how he's feeling, but if you had to guess - he's either really turned on or very intrigued.

You sit properly for him, legs pressed together with your hands resting in your lap, back straight so he can properly get a look. He smirks while he takes in the full shape of your breasts, his lidded gaze traveling upward until he makes eye contact with you once more.

"Did it hurt?" He asks, genuinely curious, and you relax a bit.

"A little," you say sheepishly, thinking back to when you'd gotten them done. "It wasn't unbearable. They're just.. sensitive, that's all."

He nods in understanding, continuing to observe, and it's quiet for a moment.

"You can, I mean, if you want-" Your words come out jumbled, heat rising quickly to your cheeks. You squirm in your seat, shifting your gaze down at your hands where they rest in your lap. "You can touch them.. if you want."

Hawks hums out a response, and nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. His hands are rough where they rest gently against your ribcage, just under the sides of your breasts. His touch travels down, surprisingly, his fingers trailing whisper-like touches against your sides and stomach. You try your hardest to still your breathing at his delicate touch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He trails his hands back up, cupping for breasts once more, this time rubbing his thumbs over your nipples just once, and you can't help but gasp.

"Sensitive, huh?" He chides, happy with the result his touch has on you. He squeezes one of the erect buds between his finger and you whine, warmth pooling between your legs. "I wouldn't expect you to be so kinky, 'Cum Here' is a pretty bold request."

You're confused by his words at first, not quite understanding what he means through the haze of the alcohol that's fogging your brain, but when you look down at where his hands are now massaging your breasts, it clicks into place.

The silver barbells shine brightly at you, adorned in hearts on each end that say, 'cum here'..

Your entire body feels like it's being engulfed in flames.

"I'm just messing with you, baby-bird," he coos, his hands falling away from your chest, resting in his lap. You can't help the whimper that leaves you, desperate for his touch, again. "It's pretty hot. Knowing that someone as innocent as you would be into something so filthy."

"Hawks.." his name comes out needy, and he lets you squirm in front of him, your hands gripping the edge of the loveseat.

"Yes, dear?" He responds plainly, leaning back where he sits on coffee table. "What do you need?"

"I - I..," you can't even get the words out, shameful that you could even think to ask.

"You need someone to take care of you? Gettin' a little flustered? All hot 'n bothered?"

He stands then, looming over you once more as he peers down at you. To your suprise he kneels down in front of you, nudging your knees apart to make room for himself between them. He leans forward, hands coming to rest on your hips, and presses in close to whisper in your ear.

"Tell me what you need, songbird."

You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, your fingers tugging gently at the soft, feathery strands. He hums against your skin, face now pressed into the nape of your neck, and the rumble that travels through his chest has you moaning quietly into the expanse of his apartment.

"Please, Hawks," you beg, pressing your chest flushed to his. The fabric of his shirt rubs against your pert nipples, but the friction isn't enough.

"I'm not doing anything else until you tell me exactly what it is that you want-"

"You!" You cry out, wrapping your legs around his torso as if to prevent him from pulling away, "Please, Hawks, I need you to touch me."

He groans against your neck, hands squeezing where they rest on your hips, before pulling you toward the edge of the couch, closer to him. His thumbs rub circles against your soft skin, just above the waistband on your leggings, and there's no way in hell that he doesn't feel your arousal seeping through the fabric of your underwear and pants.

He nips at the delicate skin of your neck before moving on, trailing gentle licks and bites down your collarbone and chest until he hovers over your breast. Without hesitation he laves his tongue over a nipple, bringing one of his hands up to massage the one that's lacking in attention. You cry out and arch into his hold, your fingers curling into his hair at the electricity of his touch. His tongue is warm - hot, actually - in contrast to the cool air of his apartment and the steel material of the barbell that sits pretty inside your nipple. The feeling of the way he swirls his tongue over the bud and sucks has you seeing stars, crying out his name.

Sensitive, huh?

He switches, giving your breasts an equal amount of attention, licking, sucking, pinching and biting, until you're a squirming, wet mess in his hold.

He pulls away with a 'pop', sitting back to admire his work, your skin flushed red and nipples swollen from the attention. And without hesitation he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and underwear, sliding the clothing down your legs until they rest on the floor. In turn, you grab for his henley, desperately tugging at it because you want it off, and he finishes the task for you, maneuvering it over his wings before adding it to the clothing pile on the floor.

Hawks is absolutely beautiful - his lean form accented with subtly sculpted muscles, his large, vibrant wings twitching now that they're out of the confines of his shirt. You run a hand up his chest, just to touch and feel, and you can't help yourself when you brush your fingertips over the plumage of feathers beneath his shoulder blades. He groans low and deep, his head falling to rest on your shoulder while he grips your thighs.

Your breath leaves your lungs.

"Careful, songbird, or you'll get more than you can handle."

You decide to taunt him anyway and tug at the feathers at the base of his wings, and he whines, wings flaring out and knocking the bottle of wine off the table. It falls to the floor with a 'thud', it's contents spilling out onto the dark carpet, but Hawks doesn't seem to care.

No, instead he yanks your hips forward so you fall back onto the couch, your knees hooked over his shoulders while he keeps his hands pressed to your thighs. He looks up at you and there's something dangerous in his eyes - feral.

And when he finally looks down at the sweet heat between your thighs, it only intensifies.

"Oh? And what's this?" He coos, unhooking a hand from one of your thighs. He swipes a thumb between your wet folds and brushes its over your pierced clit, and you immediately know you're in for it. "More for me to play with, dove?"

He pinches your clit between his thumb and index fingers and you squirm in his hold, shock running through you at the initial touch, bit desperate for more. You don't have any time to respond before his mouth is on you, tongue dipping into that tight heat of yours to collect your juices before licking circles around your swollen clit.

The pleasure of it is unlike anything, your nerves hypersensitive due to the piercing. It doesn't help that Hawks seems to eat pussy for pleasure, licking up all or your arousal before sucking on your clit, the noise of it accompanying his moans and echoing throughout the room. And before you know it, he's two fingers deep inside of you, using that perfect 'come hither' motion to rub at the spot he knows will send you over the edge.

It doesn't take long for you to near your release, legs shaking where they're hooked over his shoulders, your hands scrambling for purchase in his hair while you cry out his name. And Hawks, being the sly bastard he is, hooks his tongue under the jewelry adorning your clit and tugs gently while crooking his fingers, and your orgasm hits you hard.

You toss your head back against the cushions on the loveseat and your entire body tenses like a bowstring, your walls clamping down hard around his fingers. He guides you through it, gently massaging the walls of your cunt while he uses his tongue to lap up your juices, and the feeling leaves you dizzy.

He pulls away and guides you back to a comfortable position on the loveseat before standing. Before he can go any further you reach a hand out, grabbing the waistband of his joggers. His cock strains in its confines, heavy and hard and leaking through the fabric.

You bat your eyelashes up at him from where you sit on the edge of the small couch, and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek.

"You want my cock, baby?"

God, his words and his voice could send you over the edge, again; heady and sultry, lighting a flame inside you that spreads warmth through your entire body.

"Go on," he encourages you, and you tug his sweatpants down past his hips, just enough that his cock springs free. It's big and thick, the tip of it red and swollen, oozing precum down the length of it.

Your mouth waters.

You don't waste any time, grasping the length of his cock in your hands and licking a broad stripe up the underside of it. He hisses and his hips stutter forward, but he catches himself before thrusting too hard, letting you continue at your own pace.

He tangles a hand in your hair once you suck the head of his cock between your lips and tugs, causing you to moan around the girth of it. In turn he hisses, peering down at you with an animalistic craze, brows pinched in concentration while your lips stay wrapped around his cock.

You're able to suck most of him into your mouth, flattening your tongue and bringing him in until you feel him hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuck, that's it," he praises, voice low and husky, his fingers massaging the base of your skull. "Look at you. So fuckin' pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a good girl for me."

You hum at his words, juices already accumulating between your thighs again, and get to work. You ease off of him slowly, stroking the base of his cock with your hand while you pull away, swirling your tongue over its sensitive head. You press your tongue against the slit and flick, and his hips buck, his grip in your hair tightening. He grunts and looks down at you, and there's a split second where you think he might be asking you for permission, before he rams his cock back into the warmth of your lips and down your throat.

You relax your jaw and let him take what he wants, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head because he tastes and feels so good. He swear above you, hand detangling from your hair and resting on your cheek, stroking where it stretches around his cock.

"Want me to come down that pretty little throat of yours? Hmm?" He grits out, his hips faltering as he edges closer to his orgasm. You moan around his cock and bring your hands up to fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples where they sit, abandoned. He thrusts once, twice, three more times before spilling into your mouth, cumming in the comfort of your mouth while he thrusts through it.

His cum oozes from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin, droplets of it landing on your breasts which sit pretty on display. He pulls out and tilts your chin upward, rubbing his thumb around your swollen and abused lips. You make sure to stick your tongue out, showing him the mess he made inside your mouth, and when you swallow it he groans, gaze focused on the way your throat works around swallowing it down.

He looks thoroughly fucked, but not done. Not by the way his cock is still sitting against his abdomen, hard and full and leaking.

You can help the way your pussy flutters, empty.

He guides you to lay on your back properly, kneeling over your splayed out form. He looks menacing, wings towering high above both your heads, pupils shaved into small slits beneath lust-lidded eyes. He grins down at you, running a hand down your body until he reaches you clit. He flicks it once, running a tongue over his bared teeth, before hooking your legs to wrap around his waist.

"I'm gonna fuck you deeper than anyone ever has, okay?" It's not a request, it's not him asking for permission. It's a blatant statement - him telling you the rules of what's about to go down - and all you can do is nod dumbly in anticipation.

"And when I'm done with you? Well," he chuckles, lining his cock up with your fluttering pussy, "we're gonna make sure you know who thay pretty little pussy of yours belongs to."

He thrusts into you slowly, his length dragging against your sopping walls, your pussy clenching in attempt to pull him in deeper. You moan out his name, and he stops before he's completely sheathed inside of you, and stares down at you for a moment.

"Keigo," he whispers as he leans in close, as if he were telling you a cherished secret. "You've earned it, baby. Earned the right to call me by my name."

"K-Keigo," you stammer as he continues to sink into you, and he groans at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

"That's right. Now tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby girl."

"Y-You, Keigo," the words come out as a sob, and he finally thrusts in as deep as he can go. "Belongs t'you, Kei, p-please!"

He's absolutely relentless after those words leave your lips, pounding you hard and deep into the cushions of his couch. You reach around and grab the base of his wings, holding on for dear life, and his hips falter as he cries out. The pleasure of it makes him lose his mind and he angles your hips up to get even deeper, burying his face in your shoulder while he continues to fuck you at a ruthless pace.

You moan his name like a mantra, back arching when he reaches a hand between your legs, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. You clamp down around his cock and he bites into your shoulder, hard enough to break through skin, and you cum on his cock with a cry, the room around you blurring from the intensity of it. He keeps his hold on you, teeth clamped around the meat of your shoulder and his cock buried deep inside of you while he cums with you, his warm seed dribbling out of your pussy and down your thighs. He languidly thrusts through it, both of you riding through the bliss of a second orgasm, his thumb slowing its pace around your swollen clit.

A few moments pass and he's able to collect himself, running his tongue over the bite mark on your shoulder before pulling back. You're completely blissed out, covered is your cum and his too, your limbs heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion.

It's getting late, way past your bedtime at this point, and he sees that you're becoming sleepy. He pulls out of you as gently as he can, regardless of how good it feels when you squeeze around his cock one last time, and scoops you into his arms.

"Gonna clean you up, we'll finish this tomorrow," he disregards the papers sitting on the coffee table, and the wine bottle on the floor. You can distantly tell that he brings you up a small set of stairs, and you're reluctant to let go from where you're basically koala'd around him. But he coos into your ear and you relax as he lays you down on plush bedding, pressing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing.

Your lids grow heavy and your mind begins turning over for the night, and you're almost asleep before he comes back, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Uh uh. Drink this for me, then you can sleep all you want, baby," he holds out a glass of water. You sit up and take it graciously, taking slow sips, careful not to spill it all over yourself. You hand the glass back to him and he sets it on his night stand. You lie back down and he runs a warm washcloth between your legs, soothing the dull ach while massaging your legs.

"So.. wanna take a trip to my favorite yakitori stand, tomorrow?" The question comes out of nowhere.

You crack an eye open to peer at him, and shake your head, a smile on your lips.

"Keigo, bed, now. Yakitori later."

He laughs as he brings the blankets over you, tucking you in.

"Yes, ma'am."

#i am...#so tired #hahaha #this is unbeta'd soooo #bnha keigo takami #keigo takami #hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #ky writes #keigo takami headcanons #mha hawks #n.sfw #mha keigo takami

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spaceintruderdetector · 2 months

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Such Hawks Such Hounds

Documentary American sludge/doom/stoner rock. Bands featured: ACID KING, ACROSS THE RIVER, THE ATOMIC BITCHWAX, BARDO POND, BRANT BJORK, COMETS ON FIRE, DEAD MEADOW, EARTHLESS, FATSO JETSON, HIGH ON FIRE, KYUSS, MAMMATUS, NEBULA, THE OBSESSED, OM, PEARLS AND BRASS, PENTAGRAM, SAINT VITUS, SLEEP, SUNN O))), THRONES.

#doom metal #stoner rock #sludge metal #metal #heavy metal #Youtube

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rarestdoll · 2 years

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thinking abt stoner!ellie… grows her own lil supply in the basement of her house after taking notes on how eugene did it… buying from her but never having to pay cuz “pretty girls don’t pay for anything” ellie says with a smirk laced in her voice… her being absolutely enamored by u since the first time u came to one of her seshes… letting u roll for the both of u when u have ur own lil sessions cuz apparently “u do it best”… her being unable to take her eyes of u, green orbs watching u like a hawk as u do it, concentrating on ur fingers working neatly and nimbly, tongue licking prettily over the paper to seal it shut and of course u did a perfect job cuz it’s u… she praises u, heat curling dangerously in the pit of her stomach when ur face flushes lightly, eyes glazing over for a split second in a way that makes her curse lightly to herself before u swat her on the arm and tell her to stop playing around… ellie’s never wanted someone as bad as u, her fingers itching to touch u halfway through the joint cuz ur laugh is so pretty ur hair is so pretty ur lips are so pretty ur hands are so pretty ur just so pretty and she wants u all to herself

a/n: i had to get this out of my system i’m literally so down bad it’s not even funny

#ki simp hours #ki rambles #my fav buff women #ellie is a pothead #spark up w ellie #ellie x reader #♡ navigation

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thinkin abt stoner!hawks gettin head is hot but i raise u: stoner!hawks GIVING head. he'd become enamoured, losing himself in the taste of you. it accelerates his high and he practically spiritually ascends. he's addicted.. just thinkin about it is making me all flustered 🤭🤭

🪷 anon

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

Poor boy wouldn't even notice he's drooling.

#🪷 anon has infected me so now im infecting all of you. look at this.#🪷 anon #💌 asks #cw weed

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fagrackham · 2 months

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me and my cousin whom i gave the cats i adopted when i went a lil crazy in september carrying the torch of Stoner/Addict English Majors With Ethan Hawke Haircuts Whom The Rest Of The Family Doesn’t Take Seriously

#i should text him more lmao

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MEET GREER'S REPLACEMENT - THE WANNABE.

{ FACECLAIM, AGE, GENDER, PRONOUNS } Is that FIRST NAME LAST NAME? A FRESHMAN (OR TRANSFER STUDENT) originally from HOMETOWN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MAJOR on an ATHLETIC / ACADEMIC / FINANCIAL SCHOLARSHIP (remove if character is not a scholarship student). They’re THE WANNABE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: There was something about THE GOLDEN GIRL that made everyone envy her at least a little bit. Now imagine the pressure of not just trying to live up to the glow she cast on campus...but live in her former room too. Like THE WANNABE, a new student to Ogden College, has to this year. It's completely reasonable that they felt like they were entering a friendly competition with the former occupant of their room. But with the winner rigged and Greer still missing - could this competition really be that friendly?

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None !!! This is a brand new skeleton who just enrolled at Ogden !!! They just happened to be assigned to the room THE GOLDEN GIRL formerly lived in.

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THE EXCHANGE STUDENT knows what it's like to move, so that should be some comfort to any of the new students they befriend. Unlucky for THE WANNABE, not even they can relate to moving into a room haunted by THE GOLDEN GIRL having lived there.

It's safe to say that with THE GOLDEN GIRL missing in action last year, THE NEPO BABY got used to not having to share their room. Enter THE WANNABE - but just because they got the room key doesn't mean they'll be welcomed.

THE MISCREANT left campus for a while too - but they came back to their room waiting for them. Surely THE WANNABE doesn't have to worry about THE GOLDEN GIRL doing the same though....right ??

THE HOMEGROWN HERO knows what it's like to be a fish out of water. And they know all too well what it's like to try to live up to THE GOLDEN GIRL. Maybe they can give THE WANNABE some tips - or not, if they're worried about the competition.

Sometimes it seems like everyone wants to be a clone of THE GOLDEN GIRL, much to THE UNFAVORITE’s chagrin - and they can’t help but roll their eyes every time they see THE WANNABE, considering their attempts to be the next Greer now that they live in her room.

How does someone like THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS feel about someone who is trying to replace their ex-girlfriend ?? Well, if your girlfriend was THE GOLDEN GIRL, there was no choice but to get used to it. Especially with THE WANNABE now living in her former room.

THE WANNABE and THE BUSYBODY have one very important thing in common - they both would do almost anything to learn more about THE GOLDEN GIRL. Let’s just hope ‘almost anything’ is just a hyperbolic saying.

Considering THE GOLDEN GIRL has been missing for over a year, is THE FALLEN PRINCESS in the market for a new best friend ?? Perhaps she should consider the student who just moved into her old room - THE WANNABE definitely thinks they're the perfect fit to replace her.

In order to live up to THE GOLDEN GIRL, THE WANNABE will have to start trying to pry her secrets from people like THE ERUDITE STONER and THE SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT for information. Just to get closer to her mystique, of course Not to take those secrets to incorporate for themselves or anything.

THE WANNABE may find themselves left out of the social scene - thanks to their living in the shadow with THE GOLDEN GIRL - will they get tips from THE COOL LOSER on how to deal with the treatment ?? Or will they continue trying to live up to the former occupant of their room ??

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On Wednesdays We Wear Black (A DabiHawks Mean Girls AU) | First Chapter

Summary: Meet the Plastics of UA High School: Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, and Tsunagu Hakamada. When Pro Boxer Endeavor moves to town, Keigo decides the best way to get his idol's support is to "befriend" his only son: Touya Todoroki. But when tensions rise between the Plastics, Keigo must choose what and who he values more.

Tags: DabiHawks, Mean Girls AU, High School AU, (some age changes), angst with a happy ending, swearing, no Quirks, falling in love, betrayal, bullying, only child Dabi, ab*s!ve Endeavor, emo Dabi, jock hawks, kissing

Word Count: TBD (Chapter One is 1,445 words)

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Chapter One: Fresh Meat

Three pairs of pink boots strut down the halls of UA High School. The Plastics, more so known as the three star athletes and most popular kids in school, stalk toward the cafeteria as the lunch bell rings. Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, and Tsunagu Hakamada burst into the lunchroom, all wearing complementing pink outfits, as they all tended to match on Wednesdays. Keigo was the ringleader of the trio, ranking the highest in both grades and medals for the school. Rumi was Keigo’s best friend and most loyal confidante, being an all-around badass and the most popular girl in school. Finally, Tsunagu, AKA Tsu, was the denim-clad ditz of the group, always there to carry out Keigo and Rumi’s wishes at any moment. There were rumors starting over the past month that the most coveted celebrity, Enji Todoroki, AKA Pro Boxer Endeavor, had moved into town, and his eldest son was going to be attending school. Keigo was absolutely determined to get in with this kid; Endeavor was his idol, and befriending his son was a surefire way to get him noticed. Maybe even get an autograph or a selfie…maybe get him mentored or get him a recommendation to a boxing league. Besides, Keigo assumed the Todoroki son would be just like his father; tall, muscular, knows what he wants, probably with a shock of auburn hair and athletic as fuck. He’d probably have his father’s abrasive and confident personality to boot. Surely, he’d fit right in with the Plastics; Keigo would invite him to join in on their weekly antics of wearing pink on Wednesdays.

The Plastics burst into the cafeteria, and Keigo’s eyes scan the tables, looking for the eldest Todoroki son. He looks between the cliques: the gamer nerds, the varsity jocks, the stoners, the art freaks, the band geeks. His eyes fall on the outcasts: Himiko and Jin, his old friends before rising to popularity. They give him narrowed side-eyed glances, which he ignores. He once again scans over the varsity jocks, but he doesn’t find anyone who resembles his hero.

“Maybe he ended up going to the private school, Keigo,” Rumi huffs, putting her hand on her bestie’s shoulder before they head to their normal table. Keigo sighs; it wouldn’t surprise him, but he was so hoping that Endeavor would write him a recommendation for a Pro boxing league. The moment Keigo sits down, a resounding crash echoes throughout the cafeteria, and an awkward silence envelops the space. All heads turn to face the source; a scrawny, pale kid with scraggly black hair is scrambling to pick up the remains of his lunch tray after he tripped and slammed his face into the ground. Slowly, laughter bubbles up through the tables, and, soon, the kid looks up in complete horror to realize that, not only did the entire student body notice, but they thought it was hilarious…on top of this being his first impression.

“What a fucking LOSER!” Rumi jeers, and one of the jocks from the table closest to the scene unceremoniously uncaps his water bottle before flipping it. It immediately goes all over the freshman on the ground as he lifts his head. The teacher closest to the Plastics’ table merely shakes her head.

“Poor Todoroki,” she mumbles, and Keigo’s blood suddenly turns cold.

‘Todoroki??? As in… that’s his son?!’ Keigo’s mind swims as he watches the complete opposite of what he was expecting start crying like a sniveling animal before throwing his tray away and harshly stomping out of the cafeteria, letting the double doors slam behind him.

“Oh, fucking shit ,” Keigo curses under his breath as he grabs his backpack and stands up to go follow him before the other Plastics can compose themselves. In a flash, he’s bursting through the doors, eyes scanning the hallways for any sign of where he might’ve run off to. His eyes fall on the boys’ bathroom, and he walks in. All the stalls are open except one, and he can clearly see someone sitting on the floor…and hear him crying. Keigo takes a deep breath and walks to the stall door before clearing his throat and knocking. The crying stops instantly.

“You alright?” Keigo manages to ask, practically gritting his teeth through it. He didn’t want to associate with someone so beneath him…but if he was a Todoroki … He can hear the boy sniffling in the stall, probably trying to get a grip.

“Hey, don’t let any of those dickwads get to you. Trust me, I’ve definitely seen worse fuck-ups in this school,” Keigo laughs, but Touya remains reserved, sitting on the floor. Keigo rolls his eyes and sighs, muttering curses in his head as he regretfully sits down, back up against the wall; just the door separates them. He can see a pair of black Converse and ripped acid-wash jeans, along with part of a black hoodie. He has his arms folded over his knees, and Keigo can see that he has black painted nails that are definitely Sharpie.

“So…gonna guess you’re new?” Keigo poses, and, just when he’s about to give up, Touya speaks.

“First day.”

“Hell of a first day,” Keigo chuckles half-heartedly, and his eyes light up when he hears a returning laugh. His plan is working.

“Yeah,” Touya sighs. He’s finally stopped crying, and his eyes are red and puffy, smearing the black eyeliner that he’d put on his waterline. “My name’s Touya. Touya Todoroki.”

“Keigo Takami,” Keigo replies with a faux wide smile. “So…you gonna come on out?”

Touya blinks hard before he starts to shake. The thought of going out again right after everyone just saw him eat shit and faceplant wrecks his body with a wave of anxiety.

“I’ll…probably just skip the rest of the day,” He admits shakily, and Keigo quietly rolls his eyes, his lip curling at the inconvenience. He’s gonna have to try harder. He unzips his backpack and pulls out his limited edition Endeavor lunch box, unclasping it and grabbing half of a PB&J sandwich in a Ziploc bag. He shuts the lunch box and shoves it back into his bag before sliding the sandwich under the door.

“Here. Since most of your lunch ended up on your shirt. Hope you’re not allergic,” Keigo murmurs, overemphasizing syrupy kindness in his words. Touya’s lip trembles as he picks up the bag, a small smile forming on his face.

“Thanks.”

“It’s nothing. Hey, look for the pink varsity jacket tomorrow at lunch. You can sit with me and my friends,” Keigo replies with a devilish smirk as he pushes himself up off the floor.

“Thank you…again,” Touya’s voice cracks softly before Keigo leaves the bathroom.

…

“Dude, everyone saw you run after that moron like a lost puppy. What the fuck was that?” Rumi blurts as soon as Keigo re-enters the cafeteria, promptly sitting down at their table as he grabs the other half of his sandwich.

“That moron is Endeavor’s son!” Keigo hisses, and Rumi’s eyes widen as Tsu connects the dots.

“Holy shit,” Tsu mutters, running a comb through his perfect blonde hair, “So he’s like, a total dork?! Are we sure he’s not adopted?”

“Tsu, shut the fuck up,” Keigo snaps before taking a bite of his sandwich. “He’s my way into getting a letter of recommendation from the top boxer in the nation.”

“I’m pretty sure Endeavor is like…number two? Not number one?” Rumi interjects, but Keigo completely ignores her. “The point is. I make the rules in this friend group. And I say we're going to rope him into a charade. I'll get a recommendation from his dad. You guys get autographed merch that you can sell online. Everybody wins.”

Rumi straightens up in her chair, tucking a silver strand of hair behind her ear as she mutters something about designer shoes. Tsu just stares blankly before nodding.

“We’re going to let him sit with us from now on. We’re going to act all buddy buddy. I’m gonna ask if we can study at his house. I’ll get to meet his Dad. I’ll invite him to my boxing match. He’ll see what potential I have. I’ll get into a good program and have him as a mentor. You guys get fame by association. It’ll be great,” Keigo rambles through mouthfuls, and Rumi rolls her eyes.

“And how is having that Hot Topic twig around going to smear our reputation, huh? He’s going to stand out like a sore thumb with the three of us,” She sneers, and Keigo mulls it over in his head before saying matter-of-factly:

“From now on, on Wednesdays, we wear black.”

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