#hawks one shot

[kyojurismo]

Could I please have some Hawks x F!Reader

Reader and Keigo get into a heated argument, and within that argument they are yelling at each other and they get closer to each other and boom they have heated angry sex 😩

Please and thank you uwu

character : keigo takami / hawks

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, crying, make up sex, biting, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, half of this is not proofread lol + i take this opportunity to remind that english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry in advance.

notes : i’m deeply sorry it took me so long >_< i was super unsure about this piece & i had problems writing it lsksn, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

you knew keigo. you knew him pretty well after more than a year of being together. but damn, it stung like the first times.

you gripped the magazine between your hands, staring at the pictures of keigo with multiple girls. they were all smiling and hugging him a bit too closely, practically pushing their breasts close to his face.

but you knew keigo.

“the public opinion is important for a pro-hero, y’know,” that’s what he usually said when you brought up the numerous tabloids and magazines for teenagers. it means nothing to keigo, they’re just young girls taking pictures with a pro hero, he has to be kind and accept because that’s also his work.

“bullshit!” you threw it away and got up from the couch, deciding to go prepare something for lunch.

you were tired, and maybe you were in the wrong too, but not being the one next to him after more than a year of being officials made your heart clench in your chest. it was unfair to see your boyfriend act like that and not being able to hold hands in public without getting “assaulted” by multiple people just because he’s the no. 2 pro hero.

after a couple of hours, as you were sitting on the couch watching a show, keigo came home. he announced he was back but you ignored him, not answering. well, that was surprising.

you would usually come running, leaving whatever you were doing, and hug him before kissing him. he entered the kitchen and noticed you left his dinner on the counter, and it was cold now. maybe you got distracted by something and forgot to put it in the oven. he grabbed the plate and walked to the living room, smiling when he noticed you.

“hey babe,” he said and sat beside you, going in to kiss you. as you used your hand to stop and push him away he frowned, not really expecting it. “the hell?” he held the plate and was about to start eating when you decided to speak.

“the hero magazine came out today, i found it in mailbox this morning,” you said while keeping your eyes glued on the tv screen, even though you weren’t following what was actually going on in the show. “okay??” keigo glanced at you in confusion, trying to understand what was going on and why you looked so upset.

“that’s all you have to say?” you spat, clenching your fists. “babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about. can you explain so i’ll see if i can fix it?” he kept his tone calm as he wasn’t really the type to yell or anything. “you don’t– are you for real?” you suddenly got up, grabbed the magazine from the bin and literally threw it his way, everything under keigo’s confused gaze.

he glanced at the magazine, checking the cover and noticed there was a picture of him in a corner, on the right. endeavor took the whole cover, he was no. 1 after all. “you’re mad because i’m not the poster boy?” he asked in an amused tone, taking another bite of his food. that irritated you even more, so you grabbed it and opened it to the page showing keigo with multiple girls. he caught glimpse of the pages way before you threw it at him once more, staring down at him.

“they’re hawks fans,” he explained nonchalantly, resuming eating. was he gonna ignore the elephant in the room? “keigo,” you stared at him with cold eyes. “jeez, just tell me what’s the matter alright? i’m tired [y/n], i just got home from a mission. go easy on me, yeah?” he sighed while tilting his head against the back of the couch, a bit annoyed by the situation. “go easy on me? you’re away most of the time and when you’re not on missions you have all these young girls jumping at you, trying to kiss you and touch you! have you ever imagined how i feel seeing my lover in such situations and having some shitty magazine spit the pictures at my face?!”

“so that’s your problem. you’re just jealous,” keigo glanced at you before resuming eating. you felt your chest tightening at his words, because well yes, you were a bit jealous but it wasn’t enough to make you act like that. “just jealous… you can’t be serious! you don’t even try pushing them away, keigo! you have a fucking girlfriend waiting for you at home! you’re being a piece of shit because ‘public’s opinion is important for my work’ so you’re authorised to make me feel like i’m nothing! i’m just another piece of furniture into your house, aren’t i?!” tears formed in your eyes as you shouted all that, deeply hurt and deluded by his behaviour.

“you’re being childish, we already talked about it and you said it was fine, that you understood my position. i wonder what changed now,” his reply was emotionless, his eyes glanced at the magazine once again before moving to your face. “you’re so selfish! do you actually know how to love someone who’s not yourself and what it means to do so?!” you nervously wiped away the tears, then you noticed how he seemed unfazed by all that. he was sure you wouldn’t leave, it was just the stress getting the best of you. it wasn’t the first argument, he knew you just needed to let it out.

“i can’t take it anymore, keigo. i’m done,” you spoke in a much calmer tone, but your voice sounded cold and distant now. keigo shivered and checked your face for a sign that you were joking. “hah, what?” he chuckled nervously as you walked towards your bedroom.

keigo got up quickly and followed you, watching how you pulled out a bunch of bags and started gathering your stuff. panic filled his body and he went to grab your wrist to stop you.

“hey, no. wait, okay? stop,” he pleaded now, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “lemme go,” you muttered, not even looking at his face. “don’t leave, we can fix it,” he said, keigo’s eyes were desperately searching yours. “i’m tired of being treated like i’m nothing for you! i don’t wanna live like this!” you pushed him away, a fresh wave of tears made your eyes sting. you tried to grab your clothes when keigo stopped you once more.

“[y/n], it’s not funny. we can solve it, i swear!” his hands cupped your face frantically, his voice seemed on edge. keigo seemed scared about the idea of you leaving him. “you’re being childish,” you mimicked him, words filled with hatred. his heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped down nervously, before trying to make you look at him. “please, babe look at me. okay, listen.”

you rolled your eyes before trying to free yourself from his hold, ignoring him. “i’ll change!” he shouted then, surprising you. you were quick to regain your composure, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “i swear to you, i’ll act differently. you’ll be the one all over me in the pictures! you’re gonna be the one i’m kissing!” he grabbed your forearm and shook you a little.

you finally decided to look at his face and noticed his teary eyes, the fear clear on his features as he desperately held you there in front of him. you tried to fight against your feelings, your heart longing for him, and convince yourself that leaving him was for the better.

“i’m sorry, i’m deeply sorry,” he added and you groaned, before pushing him away once more. “you only act when things get out of your hands, huh?!” you hit his chest before turning around, you needed to get away from him. “hey!” keigo followed after you and grabbed your hips, before pushing you against the wall, making you gasp. you were surprised by his sudden actions as he leaned closer and started kissing your lips, disorienting you.

the kiss was sudden, keigo’s hands reached your face and cupped your cheeks. a part of you tried to resist, simply because you knew it wasn’t the right way to solve it. but at the same time, the way his lips moved against your own, the taste of this heated kiss, made you feel so euphoric that you found yourself hugging his neck as you finally returned the kiss, gasping.

keigo groaned as his hips met yours, he pulled you towards the bed and the moment your back hit the mattress his body covered yours. his lips moved down to your neck, his teeth sank into your skin and left a couple of bites, before his tongue traced them and made you shiver. you tilted your head back and bit your lips, trying to hold back any sound. keigo grunted and moved lower, pulling the collar of your tshirt further down to expose more of your skin to his skilled mouth.

after some moments he started to undress you, showing how impatient he was. you tried to do the same but he stopped your hands and went back to kiss your lips, distracting you from one of his hands sneaking between your legs to push them further open. his fingers caressed your lips, then moved to your warm hole, gathering some slick before going to rub your clit. “so wet already,” he smirked, his voice cocky.

you moaned right into his mouth, as his fingers made your legs tremble. his fingers moved rapidly, your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, more and more juices gushing out.

“kei– w-wait!” you arched your back and found it embarrassing how he was able to get you so close to release in such a short time. “hm? what’s the matter?” he clearly mocked you, slowing down the movements of his fingers just a bit. “are you gonna cum?” he asked before playfully bite your neck, making you whimper.

you shook your head, but it was futile. both of you knew that you were close, you just didn’t want to give him satisfaction.

“okay then,” he murmured and stopped touching you completely, he pulled back and stripped off his clothes. his warm hands grabbed your hips before turning your body over to lie on your stomach. you were about to ask him what he was doing before his hand made contact with your ass, hard. you whined and tried to move further up on the bed to escape him. “where you think you’re going?” he chuckled lowly before pulling you back to him, caressing your other cheek and then spanking you, you gripped the sheets as the skin started to sting.

two of his fingers slipped into you, making you gasp. he thrusted them deep, aiming at a particular spot that made you clench hard around him as you moaned against the pillow. “you thought i didn’t notice?” his voice was deep and laced with desire, as you desperately humped your hips, seeking that sweet release. “c’mon… say it,” he kept moving his fingers while his other hand spanked you once again.

you fought to not give in, you were still mad at him and he was avoiding talking with you about the whole situation. you squeezed you eyes shut, gripping the sheets. you were so close, so damn close.

“please… fuck me,” you whispered into the pillow, pushing your ass up as a way to expose your center to him, clit throbbing and begging to get attention. keigo’s fingers slipped out and gave a couple of flicks to it, just to hear you gasp loudly. he knew your body so well. “can you repeat that?” he leaned over and his mouth was close to your ear, before biting your earlobe playfully. “hm?” his hands caressed your hips gently, a deep contrast to his current behaviour. “please keigo… fuck me! i need you,” you repeated, speaking a bit louder. “that’s my good girl,” he kissed your shoulder.

you two moaned at the unison when he finally slipped inside. one of keigo’s hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together, as the other grabbed your hip. he bottomed out inside you, you felt so full as his fast breaths hit your neck. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out.

keigo started moving at a quick pace, rubbing against your sweet spot hard with every single thrust. most of the sounds filling the room came from where you two were connected, his grunts and your whimpers accompanying them. you desperately gripped the sheets, feeling that familiar sensation growing in your lower belly. “give it to me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed right into your ear, the warmth of his chest right against your back. you didn’t need to be asked twice, as you reached your peak and gushed around his cock. the way you were clenching around him made him gasp louder, as he hid his flushed face into your neck.

one of his arms wrapped around your middle and held you close, his hips losing rhythm as keigo was simply seeking his own release now. you drooled all over the cushions as his tip bullied your cervix, making you arch your back and cry his name louder and louder. “gonna fill you up so good– ngh, gonna–” keigo rambling stopped as he stilled his hips and emptied inside of you, spurts of cum filling you as you two moaned together.

keigo collapsed on top of you, holding you as close as possible as you cockwarmed him. his lips peppered your neck and shoulders as you two tried to calm down your breathing. “i’m sorry,” he said in a low tone, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “i know it’s been a mess, but i promise i’ll fix this. i’ll make you happy,” you just nodded, not trusting your own voice.

“i promise i will,” he repeated after a while, holding you tightly. you searched his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it a couple of times so that he knew you decided to trust him.

#📂 — writing !! #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami one shot #keigo takami smut #hawks imagine #hawks one shot #hawks smut #mha hawks #mha keigo takami #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero academia

[wintosavesavetowin]

Psp psp psp psp psp come get some dabihawks angst

#yeah I wrote it and yeah I cried!! #dabihawks #dabihawks fic #dabihawks one shot #hotwings #hotwings fic #hotwings one shot #underworld au #temporary character death #soft dabi #dabi fic #dabi oneshot #hawks fic #hawks one shot #touya fic #keigo fic #touya todoroki #keigo takami #takami keigo #dabi todoroki #todoroki touya #toukei #mha fic #bnha fic #mha oneshot #bnha oneshots #mha dabi #mha hawks #touya my beloved #hawks my beloved

[mackjlee9]

I can't write daddy kink anymore y'all 😕

Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Masterlist.

Boku no Hero Academia.

Request by Nesrin_Moorse on Wattpad.

Keigo had given (M/n) one of his feathers on their first anniversary as a necklace. An easier way to make sure his boyfriend was always safe.

Out at work while simply patrolling, he could feel the vibrations of (M/n)'s chest when he laughed or spoke, feel the temperature of his body rising or lowering. On occasions, (M/n) would gently touch the red feather hanging around his neck, dangling on his chest, and Keigo knew his boyfriend missed him.

And now, after a long week of hero work, Keigo had earned a few days off, flying all the way to (M/n)'s apartment to spend some well-deserved quality time with him.

They walked around for a while, a few fans of the pro-hero asking for pictures and autographs, which he gladly gave while making sure it wasn't upsetting (M/n), but he was smiling at the sight of little kids jumping around him, excited about meeting their favorite hero. They watched a movie, a rom-com that was funny enough, and entertaining enough for them to watch it all the way through.

After the movie, they had dinner at a restaurant, nothing too fancy but not too casual either. And on their way back to (M/n)'s apartment, they bought an ice cream each, talking and laughing all the while.

It was a fun date, a fun day. It was good.

Already back in the coziness of the place, (M/n) couldn't help himself.

His hands placed themselves on Keigo's hips, pulling him flush against his body as he pressed their lips together, kissing him passionately, a deep kiss that left Keigo flustered, such a dark blush coloring his face. (M/n) smirked at him and took a step back, leaving him standing by the front door while he walked to his room.

//////

Laying in bed peacefully, (M/n) heard the water of the shower hitting the floor of the bathroom. Keigo let out a deep sigh as the hot water fell on his skin, dripping down his tired and tense body, relaxing for the first time in that week.

(M/n) remembered he had to take his necklace off, but before he did it, he held it in his hand. A thought flashed across his mind, and he had to hold back a smirk, and he decided to test his theory.

Slowly moving his thumb across it, (M/n) gently stroked Keigo's feather.

The blond male felt it, startling him as it caught him off guard, but he ignored it. Well, until it started to become unbearable.

(M/n) was putting more pressure on the palm-size feather in his hand, and another crazy thought plagued his mind. He couldn't stop himself from licking it, wetting it whole as he dragged his tongue on every inch of the feather.

Keigo's legs trembled, holding himself up with the wall, his wings shuddering as his knees gave out, ending up on the shower floor while the water kept falling on him. His face was flushed, his eyes clouded and teary from lust. He couldn't take it.

While feeling (M/n) lips leaving open-mouth kisses and small licks all over his feather, he stood up with wobbly legs, closing the water and stumbling out of the shower. His body was shaking, his hard cock dripping pre-cum while he tried to collect himself at least a little bit.

There was no point. (M/n) wasn't stopping.

With trembling hands, he reached for his bathrobe and struggled to put it on, he needed something that could sort of ground him, that could cover his overly sensitive body.

"You... need to s-stop that," he stuttered out, and (M/n) simply smirked, pressing again on the base of the feather. He observed with a glint in his eyes how Keigo squirmed and stumbled back, resting against the wall behind him.

"You don't like this, hm?" (M/n) hummed, a teasing tone in his voice, but the blond male silently rubbed his thighs together before responding.

"I like it... t-too much," the smirk on (M/n)'s face grew, and his fingers continued caressing Keigo's feather in his hand, taking in every reaction from him, watching him cry out and slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"Come here," Keigo took a deep breath before crawling with great difficulty toward (M/n), who had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

His arms trembled, threatening to give out under his weight, "Please, daddy..." Oh~, he used the magic word. (M/n) simply patted his lap and Keigo pressed the side of his face on (M/n)'s inner thigh.

"Please what?" Keigo whined at the feeling of his cock getting wet because of all the pre-cum he has been leaking.

"Don't... play with my f-feather, is... too much," (M/n) debated with himself whether he should obey Keigo's words, but in the end he did, even if he was enjoying the sight of his golden eyes filled with tears and silently pleading for mercy.

"Alright, I'll leave it alone," Keigo showed (M/n) a smile, watching him dangle his feather in front of him, but (M/n)'s eyes seemed to be shining with something different now, "Get on the bed, all fours."

//////

Seemingly nonstop, loud, high-pitched moans and whimpers left past Keigo's lips at each lap of (M/n)'s tongue inside him, his hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheets, his wings shuddering and splashing a bit of water around.

"You take my tongue so good, Keigo," (M/n)'s hands gripped onto the blond's cheeks, spreading them open and observing his hole twitching, needing something- anything, inside it again, "You cum so much from just my mouth, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" Keigo nodded frantically, trying to move his hips back toward (M/n)'s face, "Oh, what an impatient little boy~, daddy is gonna give you something better now."

Keigo whined as he swayed his hips, whining against the pillow while almost crying from how impatient he was. He wanted something inside him. (M/n)'s fingers, tongue, cock, anything that could help him satisfy that burning hot feeling on his lower abdomen, that feeling that made his cock twitch and drip with cum.

He felt (M/n)'s hands holding him by his hips and he was close to releasing a 'yes, please~' when he felt the wet tip of (M/n)'s cock pushing past his wet and tight muscle walls.

Holding his breath for a moment, Keigo let out a loud whine that closely resembled a thank you, his breath coming out ragged as he whined like a little bitch in heat.

"Daddy, daddy... daddy, d-daddy~," he repeated over and over again, getting louder and higher every time he said it, "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

(M/n) kept fucking his rough through his orgasm, pulling the sheets because of how sensitive his body felt.

"In-inside... cum inside m-me, daddy..." Keigo muttered between ragged breaths, his mind going numb because of the pleasure, but catching a glance at his necklace, (M/n) decided to drive Keigo absolutely...

Fucking...

Crazy.

Reaching for the feather attached to the silver chain, (M/n) wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around it as he took it in his mouth. Safe to say is... the reactions from Keigo were almost otherworldly.

His cock shook with every orgasm he had, squirting all over the sheets, his eyes rolling back as his arms and legs gave out. His body was shaking and he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he mindlessly let (M/n) keep him up by holding onto his hips, as if he was only using his body for his pleasure only.

The thought of being used as nothing else but a doll made Keigo's body tremble, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and wetting the pillow.

His mind turned dumb and his body was being used by his boyfriend...

"Fuck me, daddy~!" Was the only thing he managed to let out before completely giving in to the pleasure (M/n) brought to his body.

#takami keigo #hawks #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #one shot #anime #smut #male reader #reader insert #x reader #top male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

[nooneaskedforthissmut]

18+

It's always perv!steve this or perv!eddie that and sometimes perv!billy. Which I'm all for, but I want to see more perv!robyn x reader. Especially bestfriends!robyn x reader

A/N: unedited mess obviously

tags: fem!reader, lowkey mutual!perv, bestfriend!perv!robyn X curvy!reader, and they were roomates, lil dubcon

You and Robyn met on the first day of college orientation. You two instantly felt a connection and became friends. You both hated your assigned roommates. Luckily, your RA was cool enough to let you swap and before the week was over, you and Robyn became roommates.

But after a while, Robyn wasn't sure that it was the best idea.

You slept in a tight tank top and panties. And she couldn't help but stare. Although if you noticed, you never said anything.

You were so playful with her too. Hugging her tightly. Your soft body pressed up against hers. So it wasn't her fault when she would pull you in closer. Try to feel your hard nipples against her or smell you.

It became normal for her to give your ass a 'friendly' squeeze or spank. And I mean, you must want her to. You must be doing these things on purpose. Just to tease her.

You would try on new bras in front of her and ask if they looked good. You wouldn't even cover yourself when you changed into new ones, basically shaking your bare tits at her when you were picking a new bra. She'd sit there legs crossed, her pussy throbbing while you bounced in front of her, asking yourself if they were supportive enough. She'd offer to feel if the material was nice, just to get her hands on you.

After showers, you'd stay in your towel for a while lounging in your bed. Sometimes your tits would spill out or Robyn would get a clear shot of your ass or your pussy.

A few times while getting ready in the morning, you'd slowly lotion yourself while having full conversations with her. She'd be in bed pretending to have a late class. But really her hand was between her thighs teasing her clit under the blanket. She'd wait for you to leave so she could ride her pillow while wearing your sweatshirt, and imagine her head between your thick thighs.

After a long day of classes when you get back to the dorm, she offers to give you massages. Because ' what are friends for'. It would be a great way to take your clothes off too.

"I don't want the oil to soil your new underwear, babes" She'd say in that sultry raspy voice.

After she has you on your back fully naked, lying on your front, head resting on your hands. She'd start by working on your back. And straddle your ass to 'get a better angle'.

The massage feels so good that you don't even comment when her fingers graze your side boob a little too much.

And when you really get into the massage, you start to moan as Robyn works out the kinks in your back with her long fingers. Her thumbs would rub deep circles into your back, in a rhythm you wished to feel on your clit. She almost loses it with the comments you moaning.

"Fuck Robyn those fingers"

"Oh, my gooooood. That's it, do that again"

"mhmmm deeper. you can go harder"

And when you moan your thank yous, she'd just tell you that's what good roommates do.

She usually tries to control herself and only takes mental notes for when she has time alone with your vibrator - yes. your vibrator-. But sometimes she slips up and gets too into it. Starts grinding on your ass a little. She tries to make it unnoticeable, tries to make it look like she needs to grind her core into your soft big ass to make the message better for you. You've never really commented though. Sometimes, when she massaged the right spot your hips would buck and she'd dig her hips down into you - make it look like she was bracing herself.

Except once. You had finally completed an exam you were stressing and Robyn offered to message the stress knots out.

She was grinding her hips ever so often- like usual. It felt so much better this time because she was wearing corteroid pants and the lining was grazing her clit just right. She wished she wasn't wearing panties that day. When she got too cocky and started grinding into you more frequently.

You moaned for her to stop.

She froze, her heart pounding. Wondering if she was finally caught.

Until you said, " Your pants feel nice, but they're a little scratchy. Can you take them off"

She swallowed and quickly got up to take them off. She could've sworn she saw your pussy glistening.

"Should I put some oil on your toosh? If my pants scratched you,"

She tried to say it in a fun friendly way but she couldn't hide how raspy her voice was.

You shook your head. "Lotion first"

She obliged and she took her time rubbing it in. First with the lotion, then with the oil. Before she straddled your now oily ass with nothing but panties on and her shirt. (She really, really wished she hadn't worn panties that day).

"You might be extra slippery now"

She said knowing she was going to grind into you more now.

#perv!steve #perv!eddie munson #perv!steve harrington #perv!eddie x reader #perv!robyn #robynxreader #robyn buckly #robyn stranger things #robyn smut #dubcon tw #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke smut #maya hawke one shot #robyn imagine

[vampyrsm]

okay so you know how celebrities have fans who make thirst edits of them??

that but with bakugou aka dynamight. they’re edits of him when he’s about to take off, or mid-fight. omg when he’s finished the fight, he’s all sweaty and they managed to get a glimpse of when he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his face. he’s just so grimy looking but he’s got a cocky grin — okay anyway, those but edited.

now imagine being bakugous partner, and he’s settling into bed next to you. you’re already in bed and waiting, on your phone scrolling through tiktok/twitter (whichever). there’s music suddenly playing from your phone and bakugou can’t help but glance over, and immediately he’s frowning.

“why the fuck are you watching that?” and his voice is so close it makes you jump, your head turning to meet his but he’s still glaring at your phone that’s now repeating the edit.

“what, i can’t appreciate big strong dynamight sweating after a long fight?” and he just levels you with this stare, deadpan look that says ‘are you serious?’.

“you just had me sweating all over ya, is that not enough for your greedy ass?” a pinch under the bedsheets to your thigh, a playful look in his eye.

“it’s just different! you’re never that sweaty.” he knows what you mean by that, the sweat after a fight is usually bad. he has to take at least two showers before he heads home — only to have another when he’s there.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you after patrol?” and he’s grinning, wickedly and you don’t get a chance to say anything. always the one to be so crude without an ounce of shame. “come by the agency tomorrow, i’ll give you what you want.”

#— alex rambles #— bkg drabble #idk i’m so lost in the world of pedro edits #and i imagined this lol #like there’s no way people don’t make tiktoks of heroes as thirst edits #i imagine hawks is another huge one #kirishima too lol he’s always tearing his hero costume so people are very invested #i think deku too but people struggle to get good shots of him #he moves around a lot so most edits are from interviews he does

[cashmere-caveman]

when u are a guy who is super normal about his boss and also his boss' wannabe arch-nemesis (more terror text post memes)

#need to study this man in a glass jar w twigs and shit. he does Not get a cage bc hed get out of that. terrarium species i fear #the terror #text post meme #terror shitposting #thomas jopson #ik were all haha he wants to fuck that old man (which a. understandable and b. he really does) but man can we talk abt the Layers #something something ambition vs devotion vs ruthlessness vs kindness vs enabling etc etc. #can we talk abt the whole class (traitor) dynamic w hickey too.... #just the contrast of the hickeyjopson convo everything we ate growing up started w a gun. ive shot smaller hawks than u #vs the hickeygoodsir convo if im reading ur accent right uve always had to use every part of the meat ur mum could procure..... #biting snarling foaming at the mouth!!!! #anyway im tired of looking at this & i couldnt find a screenshot for one post i wanted to use so. have it anyway #cavetext

[thelatecaptainpierce]

[looks at trapper] btw

#cba editing these ones so forgive their blandness #i'd put more effort in if hawk didn't look so stupid in that cowboy hat #OH and if the final shot didn't look so grainy... what's the deal with old shows always having the fade to black shots look like shit #mash

[zapreportsblog]

↱ unexpected attractions ↰

➘ summary : pro hero hawks finds himself infatuated with a young woman he sees out when patrolling one day

➘ Hawks x reader, Bnha x reader, Keigo Takami x reader

The city of Musutafu bustled with activity, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights as dusk settled over the horizon. High above, the crimson feathers of the Pro Hero Hawks fluttered gracefully, his keen eyes scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. It was just another routine patrol for him, keeping the citizens safe and maintaining the peace.

As he glided through the skies, Hawks noticed a group of civilians huddled around a street vendor, their laughter and chatter drifting upward. Curiosity piqued, he descended with a graceful arc, landing near the bustling crowd. Peering down, his sharp gaze fell upon a young woman, her (h/c) hair caught in the gentle breeze as she conversed with the vendor.

"(Y/N)," the name slipped through the vendor's lips, and Hawks felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings. His red eyes lingered on her, captivated by her presence. She seemed to possess an air of innocence and warmth, drawing people to her effortlessly.

Unable to resist, Hawks cleared his throat and approached, his wings folding elegantly behind him. "(Y/N), huh?" he echoed, a charming smile curving his lips as he joined the conversation. The woman looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes meeting his fiery gaze.

"Oh, hi," she greeted, offering a friendly smile. "You must be a Pro Hero, right? I've heard about you. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."

Hawks nodded, his heart racing slightly as he admired the way her smile lit up her face. "The pleasure's mine. Just Hawks will do." He extended a gloved hand towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"(Y/N)," she repeated, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she shook his hand. "I've seen you on TV. Your wings are incredible."

He chuckled, an almost boyish excitement bubbling within him. "Thanks. They're handy, I guess."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Hawks finding himself hanging onto her every word. He learned about her passions, her dreams, and her love for the city. The more he discovered, the deeper he found himself falling under her spell. There was something about her that ignited a fire within him, a desire to be near her, to protect her.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the two of them engrossed in each other's company. Hawks laughed at her jokes, and she blushed at his compliments. The city's noises faded into the background as their connection deepened, creating a world of their own.

As the night wore on, Hawks realized he had never felt this way before. This wasn't just admiration for a fellow citizen; it was an infatuation, a longing that he couldn't explain. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep her close, to ensure her safety at all costs.

"I hate to cut our chat short," Hawks said reluctantly, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving her side. "But duty calls. I need to get back to patrolling."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. Stay safe out there, Hawks."

He gave her a charming grin, his wings flexing instinctively as he prepared to take to the skies. "Don't worry about me. And hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again."

As Hawks soared back into the night sky, his thoughts were consumed by the young woman he had just met. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chance—it was the beginning of something inexplicable, a pull that he couldn't resist.

Little did he know, this chance meeting would mark the start of a profound and tumultuous journey, intertwining their fates in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

Days turned into weeks, and Hawks found himself patrolling the city more frequently than ever before, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds below for a glimpse of (Y/N). He couldn't deny the growing infatuation he felt for her, the way his heart quickened every time her name crossed his mind.

One evening, while perched atop a high-rise building, Hawks caught sight of (Y/N) once again. She was walking along the bustling streets, her presence seemingly radiant even in the midst of the city's chaos. Without hesitation, he spread his crimson wings and descended, landing gracefully before her.

"(Y/N)," he greeted with a warmth in his voice that he hadn't felt in years. His heart raced as her eyes met his, her surprise mirrored in the subtle widening of her (e/c) orbs.

"Hawks," she replied, a mixture of astonishment and delight evident in her tone. "Fancy running into you again."

He chuckled, a touch of nervousness dancing beneath his confident exterior. "It's funny how fate works sometimes."

As they chatted, Hawks discovered more about (Y/N)'s daily life—the way she worked tirelessly to support her family and the kindness she extended to strangers on the street. His admiration for her only grew, solidifying into something that was undeniably affectionate.

As the weeks turned into months, their encounters became more frequent, and Hawks found himself drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame. He'd fly by her workplace, stopping for a quick chat, or they'd meet during his patrols. Their conversations deepened, revealing their hopes, fears, and dreams.

One evening, after rescuing civilians from a massive fire, Hawks landed near (Y/N)'s apartment building. Smoke still lingered in the air, and he was covered in soot and sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to pay her a visit.

(Y/N) opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him in his disheveled state. "Hawks, you're... you're a mess."

He chuckled, a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, well, saving lives doesn't always come with looking presentable."

She stepped aside, inviting him in. "Come on in. I'll get you some water."

As he sat in her living room, Hawks couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. Her apartment was cozy and welcoming, reflecting her personality perfectly. He watched as she bustled around the kitchen, his heart warming at the simple domesticity of the scene.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a bit more hesitant than usual. "I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you."

She turned to face him, handing him a glass of water. "Likewise, Hawks. You're not like other heroes I've met. You're different, in a good way."

Hawks felt a rush of emotions flood over him—gratitude, affection, and a hint of uncertainty. He knew that he was treading on dangerous territory, that his feelings for her were becoming stronger by the day. But he couldn't help himself; he was drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.

As the night wore on, the two of them shared stories and laughter, their connection deepening even further. Hawks found himself opening up about his life as a hero, the challenges he faced, and the expectations placed upon him. (Y/N) listened with empathy, offering a level of understanding that he had never encountered before.

As he left her apartment that night, Hawks realized that he was falling in love—a realization that both exhilarated and terrified him. He was a Pro Hero, someone who was supposed to be above such vulnerabilities. Yet, in (Y/N)'s presence, he felt human, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

Little did he know, his growing affection for (Y/N) would lead him down a path he never could have predicted, setting into motion events that would challenge his identity, his loyalties, and the very nature of his existence as a hero.

As the days went on and weeks came and go, Hawks found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions. (Y/N) had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a flickering flame that grew brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't ignore the growing obsession that consumed his mind, consuming him within its fiery grip.

Everything about (Y/N) became magnified in Hawks' eyes. Her every action, every word, and every smile held an unparalleled significance. He analyzed her every move, searching for hidden meanings and deciphering her thoughts. In his mind, she was no longer just a person; she was his mate, his one true connection in this chaotic world.

Hawks began to subtly alter his daily routine to ensure their paths crossed more often. He started tracking her movements, gathering information about her schedule, and arranging coincidental encounters. It was an orchestrated dance of obsession, with Hawks pulling the strings, and (Y/N) unknowingly dancing to his tune.

He meticulously collected mementos from their brief encounters: a fallen strand of hair, a discarded coffee cup, even a forgotten pencil. These mundane treasures held an inexplicable power over him, making his heart race with anticipation. They became his precious possessions, his connection to (Y/N), and his reassurance that their fates were intertwined.

In his quest to be closer to her, Hawks routes as (Y/N) and even went to the same places she would visit frequently. He seamlessly integrated himself into her world, earning her trust and admiration. But this was only the beginning. His obsession demanded more; it demanded absolute possession.

Hawks began to indulge in his darker desires, feeding the flames of his twisted infatuation. His urge to protect her turned into an insatiable need to control her every move. He meticulously hacked into her social media accounts, devoured the digital remnants of her life, and analyzed every interaction she had. Every notification, every message became evidence of her existence.

Late at night, in the cold depths of his secret room, Hawks poured over pictures and videos of (Y/N), his eyes shining with anticipation and possessiveness. It was a dangerous game he played, fueling his obsession with every glimpse of her smile, every hint of vulnerability she unknowingly revealed.

His obsession grew as he yearned for their worlds to merge entirely. He envisioned a future where (Y/N) belonged solely to him, where he could protect her from all harm and cherish her without judgment. In his delusional fantasies, he was the savior, the one who would provide the love and security she lacked.

However, deep down, Hawks sensed the fragile line he was treading. He understood the danger that lurked within his obsession, threatening to consume him completely. Yet, he couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt towards (Y/N). His heart and mind were irreversibly entangled with hers, and he was unwilling to let go.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Hawks's love had transformed into something far more sinister. His obsession had become his reason for existence, fueling his every action and decision. It was a dark path he walked, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess what he believed was rightfully his.

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new favourite bird bros panel - hawks 100% told tokoyami to meet him at the airport way sooner than he needed to. forced him to wake up ridiculously early, only to get there and find out their flight isn't for another 6 hours

#bnha hawks #tokoyami fumikage #that is the face of a tired tired bird #this is 100% true as based on the volume 36 extra abt them and jiro showing up early for the restaurant reservation #he shows up irrationally early and then gets annoyed about having to wait around. and i KNOW he hated being on that slow slow plane #anyways guess who finally found a translated version of the WHM one-shot...... ascension

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[ Hello my dear followers and or fans. I present to you a Keigo piece, written for the Hawks Big Bang 2023. This was exceptionally fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy this piece. Hopefully, I'll come up with a few more ideas for some Keigo-based fan fics in the future. ]

[ As a support specialist, you were used to receiving attention, and it wasn’t just because you were the child of Endeavor, but you had your suspicions that might be why a certain winged hero liked you. Furthermore, it might explain why you were assigned to create his new feathers. Unfortunately, you run into a certain complication while trying to craft them. ]

It wasn’t easy being the child of Endeavor, the number one hero. When you think about your past, all you remember is how busy he was and how you constantly pleaded for his attention, especially when you came up with invention ideas.

Yes, your love of technology and keen sense of curiosity set you apart from the rest of your family. It was common for you to spend time in your room creating blueprints, drawings, or lists of the inventions you wished to create growing up.

On more than one occasion, you’d fall asleep at your desk with blueprints scattered underneath your sleeping head, half-made prototypes lying in front of you, and your hands still loosely gripping a screwdriver or wrench.

This made it difficult for your siblings to spend time with you and it was always a fight to get you out of your room and away from your passion. You recalled being dragged away by your caretaker with your nails scraping against the floor of your bedroom more than once.

But even this wasn’t enough to tear you away from your life’s purpose. The desire to change the world through your inventions led you to enroll at Yuuei, despite your father’s wishes, and though countless support manufacturing companies offered you positions after you graduated, you chose to start your own business.

Many thought this was impossible, but you knew that your inventions were unique and that potential customers would come to you for your customization abilities. The fact that you never said no to a challenge, no matter how difficult, was another characteristic that set you apart from other support item specialists.

In that aspect, you were sure you had inherited your stubborn nature from your father, but at least he had softened his attitude since Shoto had started attending Yuuei. However, despite your success, you have been unmotivated as of late and who could blame you?

Touya, your oldest brother who happened to be alive but turned into a villain, was responsible for attacking and critically injuring your father and youngest brother. You had originally thought focusing on your work would help you forget about him and the heavy overwhelming feelings that consumed you.

Clearly, you were mistaken. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the current events you were dealing with, causing your chest to ache so fiercely that you almost wished you had inherited your mother’s quirk so you could numb it and feel cold.

In any case, you didn’t inherit your mother’s quirk, at least not in the way you had hoped. Just like your father, you possessed a fire quirk and like your brother, Touya, the fire you produced was blue but…cold. Yes, you had some sort of cold flame ability, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the ice quirk your family possessed.

You weren’t as able to control your fire as Touya, Shoto, or even your father either. Although, like your older brother and sister, you didn’t use your quirk for anything practical outside of experimenting with some inventions that were powered by it.

You will always remember the first time you tried this new type of quirk-powered technology. You thought it was going to be a breakthrough, a new source of energy. Of course, you were still a support student at the time and that could have played into your naive nature.

Anyone in the support business knows that sometimes your inventions don’t go as planned and, in some cases, literally blow up in your face. This is what happened to you, instead of your quirk-powered invention doing as it was designed, it went haywire and blew up when you were within close range of it. 

As a result, your dominant hand’s thumb, index, and pinky fingers were severed and the Development Studio was off-limits for a couple of weeks while you adjusted to living with seven functional fingers. Unlike most rational-thinking individuals, you refused to have them reattached.

Rather, you saw this as an opportunity to make another version of your failed invention which is where the origin of your robotic fingers came in. Countless individuals chose to have certain body parts or limbs replaced with robotic ones and in that sense, you didn’t feel any different.

Of course, it had been tricky learning how to channel your quirk to your automated fingers and gauge just how much of your power you needed to make them work efficiently as you needed them to, but eventually, you mastered it.

Now only if you could master the ability to turn your feelings off, but you knew that was impossible. Even so, the latest project you had been given by the Winged Hero: Hawks could distract you for the time being.

Even though most would feel honored to create prosthetic feathers for the number two hero, you felt guilty knowing that those wings were burnt by your brother’s flames. Then again, maybe this was a way to help atone for his wrongdoings and this wasn’t the first time you had been assigned to craft something for Hawks.

He had been coming to you for several reasons since you graduated, and part of you thought it was because of your connection to Endeavor, who he was a big fan of. As time passed, you began to associate his unexpected visits with his desire to spend time with you.

The only problem was that you were too busy for him, and he often disregarded this. You leaned away from your work table to examine the blueprints you had created. “At least these feathers are pretty straightforward,” you tapped the end of your pencil against your lips being careful not to break it with your artificial fingers.

They were made up of three parts to give realistic joint movement, and these three parts gleamed the faintest blue color. The fingers were attached to a special device worn over your hand that looked like an ordinary compression glove but was made from a special type of metal.

As with your artificial fingers, it had a lining that glowed, and three circles across the top, and each circle was connected to one of the three mechanical fingers via a small wire. You paused when a soft vibrating sound filled the air causing you to look at the table.

You noted that the noise source was your phone. If there was one thing people should know about you, it was that you hated being interrupted when working. You sighed when you grabbed it and noticed a familiar number flashing across the screen.

“Bothering me already?” you muttered. You placed the device back down and grabbed your blueprints. “He can wait until I’m done with these,” it was standard for your customers to have your number, but you noticed Keigo had a bad habit of calling you whenever he pleased, and you didn’t have time for that.

You couldn’t even imagine how he had time for that, especially in his current state. He couldn’t even speak and needed a voice assistance device. Of course, it was only temporary and most likely given to him in the rush of everything else that was going on.

Still, you couldn’t help but think you could have made him something better. But it was time to forget about that. You glanced over the table which was currently cluttered with scraps of metal and beaten-to-death-looking tools.

“Let’s see…” you leaned over to the bulletin board that was hanging on the wall directly in front of said table and proceeded to hang the blueprint up. It was good to have a reference to look at when you were creating, although you were the type to tweak things here and there along the way.

Luckily, it never resulted in anything catastrophic. “There,” you leaned back, placing your hands on your hips and smiling proudly. “Now it’s my favorite time of the day,” you pulled your work stool out from under the table and sat down, pulling up the sleeves of your hoodie.

Well, okay. It was Natsuo’s hoodie, and you might have stolen it out of his closet without permission. But he had a million more and as much as you hated to admit it, the simple piece of clothing did bring some comfort.

You cracked your knuckles before leaning over to grab your work computer that was resting against one of the legs of the table and opened it. A few clicks sounded and seconds passed before a building program popped up on the screen.

Yes, even support item specialists used building or modeling software, and if you wanted to create prosthetics, feather prosthetics at that, you had to build a 3D structure that you could work with. However, unlike when you crafted things by hand, certain programs used to create more specific support items needed to be precise.

This also meant you had to spend hours and hours perfecting each little detail based on the hand-drawn blueprints you created before moving on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get so caught up in your work that you drowned out the world around you. Noises such as your phone vibrating were deaf to your ears.

“Mm…” Keigo frowned, shrugging his shoulders. His yellow-golden eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Since he couldn’t talk right now, he wasn’t sure why he was calling you. However, his concern was heightened with every attempted call as they all went to your voicemail.

Tsunagu, more widely known as “Best Jeanist” noticed the distressed state the younger hero was in. He narrowed his eyes and approached, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. As expected, Keigo glanced up at him. “Perhaps it’s best you leave them be,” he suggested.

While he would normally support a fellow hero and their pursuits, he didn’t think it wise Keigo continue bothering you. It was evident that Endeavor was still recovering from his physical injuries, and his family was suffering emotionally now.

Keigo blinked and refocused his attention back on his phone, seeming to disregard the elder man’s words. He closed his eyes and after a few seconds, looked at Tsunagu again. His thumb quickly glided over the screen of his phone, and he typed out the message, “I need to check on them.”

Tsunagu sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. He had his suspicions as to why Keigo wanted to see you, and it wasn’t just because you were assigned to create his new feathers. He didn’t want to see a fellow hero go down the dead-end path of romance.

At the same time, he knew far too well that he could not tell another adult, much less another hero what to do and in that sense, he could not rightfully refuse Keigo’s request. “Very well,” he replied, trying his best not to sigh and turning to walk to his car.

“Finally!” you leaned back, grinning at the 3D model of a prosthetic feather on the screen. “Now all that’s left is to print it,” you dragged the mouse over to the ‘File’ button and scrolled down. You were about to click ‘Print’ when you heard something.

“Hm?” your head turned to look at a small monitor nestled in the corner of the room, it was activated by a motion camera and much like a phone notification, it chimed when someone approached. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the individual standing in front of the door.

His ash-blond feathery hair caught your attention first, followed by the medical bandages that were wrapped around his head but still exposed his face. The next thing was the respirator mask he wore, and the black button-up shirt he had on.

In his right hand, he was holding a small device which you assumed was his phone. The only thing that was missing was what you were currently working on, those beautiful bright red feathers that made up his wings. “What the?” your eyebrow twitched, and you clenched your jaw, immediately feeling annoyed by his presence.

‘What is he doing here!?’ you thought, balling your trembling hands into fists. ‘Well, I’m going to find out!’ With that, you stood from your seat and marched over to the door just as a few knocks sounded. You roughly pulled the door open, ignoring how it smacked against the wall.

You glared at the injured hero. “What do you want?” you demanded, crossing your arms. Yes, most wouldn’t be rude to pro heroes especially when they were as injured as Keigo. But, in your defense, he should know better than to bother you while you are working.

He stared at you, and you weren’t sure if he was in shock or disbelief over your words. “You ignored my texts” he replied. You furrowed your brow. “Texts?” you repeated. With a pointed artificial finger, you said, “You didn’t text me!”

You expected him to make a smart remark, but silence followed, and his attention was focused on your finger. In response to the glowing blue finger, his body stiffened and memories of the flames that had stolen his wings and voice came flooding back to him.

You noticed the blue-hued reflection of your finger in his eyes but quickly turned to march back to your work table and snatched your phone off it. After unlocking the device, you looked to see…you were wrong. There were several text messages from him and a few missed calls, but you weren’t sure if all of them were from him.

“Told you,” a robotic voice said. “Ah!” you jumped and turned around, swinging your fist at him. Even in his weakened state, he was quick enough to block you. “Whoa there,” his facial expression softened as if he had enjoyed the fact, you almost punched him. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you rolled your eyes, looking back at your phone.

Part of you was curious to see what Keigo’s text messages said while another was annoyed that you were wasting your time, you had work to do! You clenched your jaw, lowering your phone before snapping, “Why are you always bothering me!?” Keigo leaned back, his eyes widening.

You could only imagine the shocked or disbelieving expression that was hidden underneath that respirator mask. He blinked once or twice before typing into his phone, “I wanted to see you today.” Well, that didn’t answer your question.

You sighed, placing your hand against your head and being careful not to let your hair get stuck in the small spaces of your robotic extremities. Keigo stood there, his eyes shifting ever so slightly as he absorbed each detail of you.

Even though he could see Endeavor’s anger and stubbornness in you, it was more charming, even cute coming from you. Yet, it was still hard for him to accept that you were the child of his favorite hero. “Look,” he immediately shifted his gaze to your face when you spoke.

“Your feathers aren’t finished yet, and you’re distracting me, so leave now!” you demanded, pointing to the door. You turned your back to him. “Jeez…” you muttered, slamming your phone back onto the table. You couldn’t fathom why he had wanted to see you, since you didn’t see yourself as interesting.

In addition, your life was consumed with work. There was always something to be done. Day in and day out, inventing, fixing, and creating. It was a miracle you even had time for your own family, let alone others. Keigo frowned, although he knew this was how you’d react.

He assumed Endeavor taught you to keep to yourself and to keep everyone at arm’s length. But that only made him question what were you trying to hide or was it that you were afraid of what would happen if you let someone in? He understood how that felt, given his neglectful and abusive childhood scars.

There was a part of him that wondered if life had led him to you only to remind him that he was nothing more than a villain in disguise and that his effort to dirty his hands to keep yours clean was all for nothing since he could never reach you no matter how hard he tried.

He curled his free hand into a fist, hearing the gentle cracking of his knuckles. But heroes and villains had one thing in common: they never gave up. So, damn the world because he’d keep trying, and with everything going to hell in a handbasket, now was the ideal moment to capture your heart and fuck the consequences.

His eyes lingered on you, once again taking in every detail. Although he was struck with curiosity when he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it looked a bit too large for you and he swore he had caught a musky scent earlier that contrasted your typical fruity but spicy fragrance.

His suspicions were heightened and frankly, he didn’t like the fact that you were wearing another man’s clothing. He intended to disregard your wish, not that he would abide by it anyway, and he anticipated how you would react when he leaned forward, pressing himself against your back.

“What the-” You tensed up and lifted your arm, fully intent on elbowing him in the stomach, but once again he was too fast for you. The sound of his phone hitting the table echoed through the room. “Hey!” he grabbed your left wrist and pinned it against the table.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” you demanded, feeling him pin your right hand against the table as well. It was a tad odd to feel the cool metal touch of your artificial fingers against his. Part of him wondered if you missed the sensation of being able to feel or touch.

After all, even you couldn’t invent something that brought back the nerves that were taken away after that incident years ago. Yes, he knew about it, and he was still at a loss for why you didn’t choose to simply reattach your fingers.

Then again, there was a chance that even if you did, they’d hold no or very little feeling at all. But flesh or not, nothing was going to stop him from tightening his grip and enjoying how his fingers fit perfectly between yours.

When he rested his chin on your shoulder, you tensed up in response. He tried to get a glimpse of your face before he moved your wrist closer to his phone and used the bottom of his palm to keep it pinned against the table while his fingers typed out another message.

“Whose hoodie are you wearing?” The question threw you off and you looked dumbfounded before knitting your eyebrows and the sound of your growling filled the air. “Why do you care?” you replied, glaring at him from over your shoulder.

An expression of distant longing filled his eyes, and he offered no words in response to your question. “Huh?” you froze when he released his hold on you and stepped away. Although he knew it was dangerous, he didn’t care since he had nothing left to hold back.

The moment you saw him reach up to remove his mask, your eyes widened. “Wait!” you cried out, grabbing his hand to force it away from his face. “What are you doing? Are you crazy!? You need to keep your mask on!” you exclaimed, almost hating yourself for showing that you cared about him.

Your words were met with silence, and his eyes remained with that distant look as if he didn’t comprehend what he was doing or what you were saying. Although your robotic fingers might be digging into his flesh and causing him discomfort, you tightened your grip.

After a moment, however, you took a deep breath and dropped your hand. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. He almost hated the frown you wore, but he knew you needed to hear his voice even if it physically pained him to speak.

“Do what you want!” you yelled, latching onto your lip, feeling embarrassed that you had let your emotions slip. Yes, maybe you did care about Keigo, a little, but he didn’t need to know that! He lowered his eyebrows and resumed removing his mask. “Mm…” you glanced back at him, dropping your arms instantly.

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung agape. The left side of his face was marked by a jagged scar, which ran down to the side of his neck. It was red and in the process of healing. You wondered if it still required treatment, but his hardy and struggling breathing distracted you from any further thoughts.

“You…wearing another man’s…clothing,” his voice was barely audible, “makes me jealous.” Your eyes began to water at the sight of the damage left on his skin and at the sound of his vocal cords straining to speak. Stepping closer, you said “I-It’s Natsuo’s hoodie,” and cursed yourself for trembling when you spoke.

“Mm...” his eyes narrowed as if he were debating whether you were telling the truth or not. “Is…is that what you really care about right now!?” you growled. “You are so…” you wanted to call him stupid, an idiot even. Instead, you swallowed and looked at him, with a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

Your hand came to rest on the side of his injured cheek, and you almost wished you didn’t have these damned metal fingers so you could properly brush your thumb over his skin. Your compression glove’s cool metal texture made him recoil and at the same time, a sense of sadness filled him.

He would have much preferred to feel the touch of your warm palm, of course, then you wouldn’t have the use of a thumb period. “Did Touya really do this to you?” he frowned at your question and reached up, clasping the side of your face. It was apparent that your tears were now streaming over his hand and down his wrist.

Although most tears felt warm, yours were cold and left faint red lines on his skin. He quickly assumed this was because your quirk was cold enough to burn and partly wondered if your tears would leave a kiss of frostbite or at the very least, leave his skin feeling cold for a while. Not that it mattered.

He almost wanted to laugh, because unlike your brother, who shared that his tear ducts were burned, yours seemed to work just fine. Seeing a hero in such a fragile state, one that everyone looked up to, was always hard to accept.

But this was reality, and he didn’t fear showing you his weaker side, he just wished you’d do the same. Although you were already going through a lot emotionally, he felt a tiny bit guilty that he was only adding to it. At the same time, he felt hopeful that he was getting closer and closer to tearing down your walls today.

As he cradled your face in his hands, he gently moved his thumbs, collecting your chilly teardrops and wiping them away. You latched onto your lip, feeling your heart speed up at the caring and gentle gesture he was performing.

You were typically someone who bottled up their feelings and if you had to cry, you usually did it in private as you believed it was a sign of weakness. But it seemed that you and Keigo were both weak and needed to lean on one another for the time being.

The answer to your earlier question was obvious, and frankly, you didn’t know why you had even asked it in the first place. “Damn it…” you hissed under your breath and tried to turn your head, but Keigo refused to allow you to look away from him.

His noisy and raspy breathing made you cringe, and you hoped that he wouldn’t collapse. Your eyes closed and you pressed your teeth together, you couldn’t take any more drama. A soft hitch of breath came when Keigo stepped closer and pressed his forehead against yours.

Tears continued to trickle out of your eyes, possibly a sign of all the emotions you had been holding back until now. Silence filled the space between you, apart from the man’s continued breathing and it was only in this moment that you noticed the unfamiliar heat coursing through your cheeks.

As he cautiously stepped closer, his hands slipped down to your shoulders, drawing his breath against your face and you felt the warmth of his lips so dangerously close to yours. “I’m...not a good...guy,” he said, struggling with his words once again.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You lowered your hand from his face, how could he say that? Yes, you were aware of what he had done. Your brother had told Japan that the Winged Hero: Hawks had murdered Twice, the villain.

However, you knew from your own experience that heroes aren’t always heroic. Your father was a prime example of that, but as of recently, he aimed to improve himself, despite the hatred the world now held for heroes. You could only assume that Keigo was following in his footsteps.

His hands brushed over yours and he took them in his grasp, holding them to his lips. As he kissed each one of your knuckles, he closed his eyes, taking another breath. “You…make me…feel like one.” Tingles ran through your body, and when he opened his eyes again it felt like those golden orbs were staring directly into your soul.

Yet, you felt comfortable for a moment. As if all the troubles you felt were suddenly lifted. Your eyelids lowered and you squeezed his hands, almost unconsciously pressing yourself against him. The tiniest smile came to your face, and Keigo’s eyes softened when he returned that smile. It was good to see you in this state.

Maybe now he could…he paused, releasing your hands and instead, wrapped his arms around you. His fingers almost possessively dug into your back, and he leaned forward. A soft coo escaped him as he carefully nuzzled against your neck making you tremble in response.

It was hard to tell if you were shocked by the way he embraced you or by the bird-like noise he made. Of course, you should have expected it given his quirk. Your hands remained at your sides, and you thought, ‘Should I hug him back?’

You were never one to express your affection physically, but it seemed the two of you were already past that. “Mm...” you hesitantly slipped your arms beneath Keigo’s, allowing your fingertips to graze along his back while remaining conscious of not harming him with your robotic fingers.

Your eyebrows knitted as you felt two distinct bumps on his shoulder blades and quickly realized they were the remains of his wings. ‘Oh right...his wings…’ you thought bitterly, glancing to the side. ‘I should be working on his damn feathers, what am I doing!?’

Despite your rational thoughts, your body didn’t listen. ‘Why…why can’t I move away?’ Was it because this felt nice? His body was warm and comforting despite being bruised, beaten, and fragile. Your eyes began to water again, and you tightened your embrace.

Your fingers, or at least the flesh and blood ones, were trembling. As soon as he noticed this, he drew back but kept his arms around you. He noticed your watery eyes first, followed by your frown and overall look of hurt across your face.

He wanted to ask what was wrong, but words were useless. Maybe he should show you that everything was okay or as okay as he could make it at this time. Pulling back his hand, he lightly grasped your chin and grazed his thumb along your bottom lip. The moment he leaned forward, your heart pounded faster.

What was going on? Was he going to…and why did you want to? Your eyelids lowered, and your lips parted, prepared to feel the warmth of his against them. However, the door opened right as your mouths touched, and both of you froze. Then a familiar voice came, “Y/n?” 

You instantly pushed your hands against Keigo’s chest and glanced past him to see your father. What was he doing here, shouldn’t he be in the hospital!? Well, unless he got discharged. But if that were the case, then Fuyumi should have informed you. Then again, you weren’t exactly paying attention to your phone today.

You expected him to react with anger, but instead, he frowned and lowered his eyebrows, confused at what he was seeing and why Keigo was so close to his child. “Apologies,” Tsunagu’s voice came and seconds later you watched him squeeze past your father.

“I attempted to explain to Endeavor that you were currently engaged in conversation with Y/n, but it appears he favored disrupting regardless.” Well...in addition to ignoring your phone, you realized that if someone was preoccupying your attention, you also ignored the chime of your motion camera. Lovely. “However, they are his child and I believe we have interrupted Todoroki family matters enough,” he was somewhat concerned as to why Keigo hadn’t turned around yet. But knowing the young hero, he was more than likely attentively listening to and acknowledging the two men now present in the room.

In addition, due to his years of conditioning as a hero, it was also likely he was continuing to shield you because he wanted to make sure you and everything else were safe. Enji glared at Tsunagu before shaking his head and looking back at you and Keigo.

Though he didn’t say a word when he walked over, his eyes burned with an intimidating gaze that made you tremble. “Uh...hi Dad?” you awkwardly said and, with some regret, stepped away from Keigo. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You were surprised that he said and did nothing given the fact that in the past he had no trouble laying his hands on Keigo and threatening to turn him into fried chicken. Maybe double-fried chicken in this case. You shifted your gaze to Tsunagu as you passed by, and he merely shrugged.

“Mm…” your cheeks were flushed, and Enji loosened his grip on your wrist when the two of you got closer to the door and instead, took a secure grip on your hand. As he yanked it forward, three distinct snaps echoed through the room.

You paused, realizing that he had unintentionally taken your artificial fingers off, but luckily that was part of their design. It enabled you to replace whichever finger you wanted or fix them if necessary. He paused and looked to see three metal appendages now in his palm. His eyes widened, and he looked back at you.

“Shouldn’t have pulled that hard,” you said, holding your hand up. The metal compression glove remained, but the three wires that connected to your fingers were hanging against it. Judging by your father’s frown, it was difficult for him to see just two flesh and blood fingers because it reminded him of his shameful past.

After losing your fingers, he should have been stricter with you and consulted you about what you needed to do. He curled his hand into a fist and grabbed your wrist with his opposite. “Let’s go,” he finally dragged you past the door, leaving the two fellow heroes behind. 

Upon hearing Keigo fumble with his respiratory mask, Tsunagu asked, “Is this what you meant when you said you needed to check on them?” Keigo ignored his words and grabbed his phone from the table, briefly glancing at your computer which was left open.

He noted the odd program you had displayed on the screen and the strange feather-like image on it. He turned to Tsunagu, “They’ll be back later,” he typed out. “Endeavor wouldn’t distract them for long, after all, they’re obsessed with their work,” he noted before walking past the fellow hero.

“We need to make sure to lock the door, I don’t want Y/n’s possessions to get stolen,” he paused in the doorway, focusing his gaze on a black vehicle pulling away from the building in a hurry. It was safe to assume that it belonged to Endeavor.

Your hands curled in your lap when your father finally got you into the car, though it was a tad odd to see the three stumps where your fingers used to be. “Hi Y/n,” Fuyumi greeted but only received your glare in response.

It must take a lot out of her mental health to have to force herself to remain optimistic over everything she does, and part of you hated her constant positivity even when there was none to be found. You shifted your gaze to Natsuo, who, like your father, had a temper.

But he was at least honest with you and expressed his opinions without remorse. He saw the truth in everything and accepted it no matter how hard. Shoto seemed to be missing, but you presumed that his injuries would take more time to heal and further presumed that your mother was with him.

“Mm…” you turned to Enji, holding out your opposite hand and he hesitantly handed you the metal fingers. After clicking each one into place and ensuring they worked properly and that the wires were firmly reattached, you muttered, “Thanks” and looked out the window.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that you were once again being distracted from your work. Enji frowned, staring at the back of your head, and contemplating his next words. “Stay away from Hawks,” you looked at him in disbelief.

However, your reaction was not surprising to him, and he remained with a stern expression and crossed arms. “What?” you hissed out, your eyebrows slanted, and your teeth bared as if ready to pounce on him like a hungry animal after its prey.

“Wait…” Fuyumi said, her voice full of concern. “Hawks visited you?” she frowned and pressed a hand against her chest. ‘That must be why Dad was so upset,’ like your father, she was unphased by your glare and her facial expression reflected her concern and loving nature.

She cared about this family as hellish as it was and wanted nothing more than to take care of her younger siblings, especially in the absence of your mother. Granted she decided to come back into the picture quite recently, which was yet another emotional toll you had to deal with.

Like Shoto, you kept a distance from your older siblings, and no matter how hard they tried to connect with you, there never seemed to be anything in common between you and them. You preferred to stay indoors and often refused to play with them growing up.

This, of course, was a result of your passion for support items which drove you to confine yourself to your room where you spent hours creating, fixing, or making blueprints of inventions. You paused and glared at her again, was she really asking such a dumb question?

You turned to Enji. “He’s not that bad you know. After everything he’s been through because of Touy-” a deep growl rumbled from his throat. “I know very well what happened,” he remarked, anger seeping from his words.

Guess he didn’t want to be reminded of the awful deeds his own flesh and blood committed. Natsuo sighed, pressing the tips of his fingers together. He felt hopeless that he couldn’t do anything about Touya. He glanced at you, crossing his arms before pressing his back into his seat.

“Lay off Y/n,” he demanded, now glaring at your father. “It’s not their fault that Touya ended up the way he did,” he noted, ignoring Fuyumi’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t say that Natsuo,” she urged in a quiet whisper, why she always felt like defending your father was unknown.

You sighed, glancing out the window again. “What did he want?” Natsuo asked, catching your attention. “Hm?” you responded, not fully catching his question. “What did he want?” he repeated, slightly annoyed. You knitted your eyebrows and huffed. “Nothing,” you replied nonchalantly.

Natsuo narrowed his eyes, with the way you were dragged out the door, he didn’t buy it. Before he could inquire anything further, Enji said, “So it was Hawks who initiated it then.” You stared at him silently as you pressed your lips together.

He narrowed his eyes, returning your stare. “I’ll have to have a chat with him later,” he stated, it wasn’t in his interest for Keigo to have a romantic relationship with his child. “What?” you replied before pressing your hands against the empty space between you and Enji.

“No, you won’t! Nothing happened between us, he was just…” Your words faded into the air, and your eyes shifted back and forth. “Just what?” Enji asked, daring you to complete your sentence. “W-why does it matter?” you replied, knowing you were acting like a love-sick teenager.

As you stared out the window yet again, you took notice of the clouds passing by. “Y/n,” Enji snarled possessively. You sighed. “What?” you asked, glancing at his reflection in the glass of the window. He was wearing a frown, and his eyes held a hurt expression.

“I want to protect all of you,” he stated, once again attempting to show his softer side. You heard Natsuo huff in response while Fuyumi remained quiet. You lifted your hand to brush the cool metal tips of your artificial fingers against your lips, ignoring the blue-tinted hue that reflected off the window.

You recalled the feeling of Keigo’s breath against them and the faint butterfly kiss of his mouth against yours. ‘What would have happened if Dad didn’t interrupt us?’ You weren’t sure if you wanted to know, but one thing was clear.

“You can’t protect someone else’s heart,” you replied, your voice soft but audible. That hurt expression on his face deepened, but you didn’t bother turning your head or looking at his reflection any longer. Instead, you were more concerned over the realization that maybe, just maybe you liked Keigo after all.

#keigo x reader #hawks x reader #keigo x you #hawks x you #keigo x y/n #hawks x female reader #hawks x male reader #hawks x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #faulty writes: keigo takami: 23 #faulty writes: keigo takami: one shot: 23

[kyojurismo]

gamer!keigo who has a youtube / twitch channel where he plays and goes live almost everyday, playing a variety of video games to keep his audience interested in the contents he create & is very active on socials. then one day you happen to enter his room and give him the food he ordered before starting the live and when his fans see you on screen they start bombarding the chat. keigo notices and decides to let you sit there for a while as you feed him while he plays, you’re quiet most of the time as to not disturb you, but then once he’s done he leans over you and kiss your lips in front of millions of spectators and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and surprised since he wanted you away from that world — he knows people can be mean and doesn’t want you to feel bad or guilty for literally nothing.

goatkeigo: KEIGO IS DATING SOMEONE ?!

keigbby: NO WAY THEY JUST KISSED IN FRONT OF US

hxigo: WHAT THE FVCK GUYS. HE NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT IT

#📂 — writing !! #gamer!hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks drabble #hawks blurb #hawks imagine #hawks fanfic #hawks one shot #mha hawks #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero academia fanfic

[yanderecrazysie]

What about a darling who had a quirk that was affected by her emotions like if she gets mad she might just burn the house down or if she is sad it will start to rain something like pepa's gift.(Hawks,Shoto,Bakugou) please (≧▽≦)

Okay ngl I didn’t know what pepa’s gift was (haven’t watched Encanto and I think that’s what it’s from) but I looked it up and I incorporated it in to the best of my ability!

Pairings: Hawks x Reader; Shoto x Reader; Bakugou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, bullying, imagine if reader accidentally killed them when angry lmao win-win

Summary: Your quirk is affected by your emotions. How will your yanderes deal with that?

Notes: These are separate headcanons for each of the 3 characters.

TAKAMI KEIGO (HAWKS)

Hawks first notices you when he’s out patrolling the streets. The sky is as sunny as your smile and he simply returns a grin, checking you out a little while doing so.

It’s not until the next day that he really notices you, though.

It’s storming so hard that he’s having trouble flying- but only in an isolated part of the city. Everywhere else is calm, so it must be someone’s quirk, he thinks.

When he flies into the heart of the storm, he expects to see a villain. Instead, he finds you, sobbing into your hands and curled up on the dirty cement.

You cheer up immediately when you see him, a famous pro hero, and the storm clears almost immediately. Sun peaks through the dark clouds until they cease to exist, all because of him.

He’s honestly flattered. More than flattered, really. It’s almost addictive, the knowledge that he’s the one that calmed your storm.

You tell him about the villains that held you at gunpoint and stole your purse and he’s so seething mad that he’s surprised a storm hasn’t appeared over his head.

He’s rougher than he needs to be when he catches the villains. They’re in rougher shape than usual when he hands them off to his sidekicks.

He goes back to check on you, see the look on your face when he hands you back your purse and tells you that those villains won’t be bothering you again. You’re smiling so brightly that it makes his knees weak.

You don’t leave your house often, but when you do, he’s your eye in the sky. He even blows off some of his scheduled patrols to watch over you.

Every time that something is off with you- be it a lightning storm or just a slight sprinkle of rain, he feels a need to know just what it is that upset you, and to somehow fix it and bring the sun back into your life.

He wants to be your sunshine, the constant factor to keep that beautiful smile on your face and the clouds far away.

He begins to feel jealous that others make you happy. Angry that you have friends. Furious when someone flirts with you.

He’ll keep trying to make you happy and do his best to drive others off without upsetting you.

After all, he’ll always know how you’re feeling just by looking at you.

TODOROKI SHOTO

When Shoto first met you, he thought you had a fire quirk. After all, you were quite literally burning with righteous fury.

It took a long time of observation for Shoto to realize that you weren’t some secret long-lost Todoroki child and that your quirk was something else entirely.

He watched as you cried literal rivers when you were sad, turned fire engine red across your entire body when you were embarrassed (even your clothes turned red!), and, yes, created tall flames whenever you were angry.

Somehow, he felt like he could relate with you a little, when you had a quirk related to fire, but there was one thing he couldn’t match.

You were so expressive.

Not just quirk-wise, no. Your facial expressions and body language always matched whatever your quirk was doing, and Shoto almost wished he could do the same.

But he was awkward, had trouble expressing his emotions. The only emotion he expressed well was anger, and that’s the emotion that gave you fire.

A connection, perhaps?

Fate?

Shoto longs to grow closer to you, but he settles for watching you every time he’s home. After all, you are his neighbor.

He likes to see your fury fire a little too much. Maybe that’s why he’s always instigating issues with you.

Sneaking into your house and stealing things he knows you’ll need just to see frustrated flames spread up your back while you tear your home apart looking for it.

Throwing things into your yard to watch your hair light up as you angrily snatched the trash off the grass, muttering about “stupid litterers”.

It’s not right for him to enjoy seeing you with a negative emotion so much, but he can’t help it. A sick part of him feels like he can relate most this way.

And Shoto just can’t stop himself.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

You were always a sight to behold when you were feeling any way other than neutral.

Bakugou liked all of your emotions, if he were to be honest to himself for once. He would never admit that aloud, of course.

You glow brighter than the sun when happy, nearly blinding him with your otherworldly beauty.

You burst into flames when you’re angry, the flames always lighting up your features in the most flattering of ways.

And when you were sad? You cried fountains of water while you drooped like a wilting flower, shrinking a little and looking frailer than ever before.

Would you believe that sadness was Bakugou’s favorite of your emotions?

Sure, you were beautiful when happy and got him pumped up when angry, but when you were sad?

He just wants to scoop you up in his muscular arms and feel your now-tiny form in his own.

He wants to wipe your tears away until they trickled off and no longer spouted wildly from the corners of your eyes.

He wanted to cheer you up a little, to watch you turn from a wilted little flower into a lightly-glowing, sheepishly-giggling mess.

He likes your sadness so much that he finds himself saying terrible things to you, just to watch that transformation.

He feels guilty after saying and doing awful things, to be the cause for your sadness.

But to see you shivering and sobbing below him?

Worth it every time.

#yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere one shot #one shot #my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere bakugou #yandere hawks #yandere shoto #todoroki shoto #bakugou katsuki #takami keigo

[l0viia]

Hawks nsfw headcannons 18+!!!

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❥┈┈┈•˼͝ʹ͜ ˓̇͜∙͡∘❀ ℒ𝒪𝒱ℐℐ𝒜 ❀⋞∙͜͡∘ʹ͜˻͝•┈┈┈❥

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

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‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s definitely the jealous type. He would try to play cool and act as if you laughing and talking with another guy doesn’t bother him, but the moment he gets you alone he’s on you in an instant ready to show you exactly how much it affected him.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s the type to go after brats. Something about turning you from a argumentative brat into a pleading obedient mess turns him on.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ His favorite position is most definitely doggy. Seeing you face down on his bed while your ass is in the air so obediently makes him feel like he really has you submitted to him.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s the type to tease you about things you’re shy about. He knows that with your bratty behavior you hate asking for things while being intimate. So right when you’re about to cum for the first time he’ll basically force the words out of your mouth before continuing to please you.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s the type to constantly ask you to sit on his face. It’s almost embarrassing how he pleads for it. Although, after you do agree it’s almost impossible for you to get up. His arms lock around your thighs while your hands are in his hair desperately trying to pull away from his mouth that hasn’t left your clit even after orgasming multiple times.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ His favorite place to have sex is most definitely anywhere you guys could be caught. He loves seeing the embarrassed expressions you make as he tells you to be quiet.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s the type to trick you into not using a condom by promising you to pull out but of course he never does. And while you express your anger towards him he’ll make up excuses like “your body kept on hugging me like it was begging for me to cum in you” before he enters you again.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He loves to praise you ESPECIALLY when you’re on your knees with tears running down your face while choking on his dick.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He loves to grab your hair while thrusting into your mouth after you give him attitude. He’s fully aware that your bratty behavior is just a way for you to say you need some dick.

𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 ⇨ He’s super into after care. After you’re completely fucked out he will help you bathe before bringing you to his bed and holding you to him. He likes to watch you sleep on him while he runs his fingers through your hair gently.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

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𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴！𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 😭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯．𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ☺️

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

#mha fanfiction #smut #hawks x y/n #ao3 hawks #pro hero hawks #hawks x reader #mha hawks #mha smut #mha #mha x reader #bnha headcannons #headcanon #mha oc #hawks headcanons #bnha hawks #one shot

[seimorponekami]

Headache

Keigo immediately knew when he came home that you had a bad day. 

There was no welcome home like usual, the lights were all off, and the curtains were closed. Taking the cue, he refrains from calling out to you. He removes his boots and slowly walks down the hallway to the bedroom. That was when you crawled out of the bedroom, groaning quietly. 

“Babe!” he rushes to you, but you only groan louder. Keigo cringes and utters quietly, “Sorry.” 

The bird man quietly worries as you curl into yourself in pain and misery. Obviously, you have a headache, but most of the previous ones were caused by emotional distress. 

You really must have had an awful day. 

“Let me get you into the shower, babe,” he spoke softly, voice just above a whisper. Keigo carefully helps you stand and lets you lean against him as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns on the light and uses his wings to shield you from it. 

Feathers fly out, prepare the shower, and help undress you. You do not say a word the entire time, barely managing to resist constantly groaning. The pain is so bad it feels like you are gonna puke. God, you only want to feel the running water on your head. Everything will be better when you can feel the water.

Your silence makes Keigo frown, not even a light-hearted joke about him stripping you. He rests you on a stool against the wall when the water is at your preferred temperature. Before he can pull away, you grab his arm. Your face is slack, in too much pain to keep your mouth closed. Water dribbles from your chin, and no doubt some spit too.

“Will you sit here with me?” your voice is so quiet, Keigo barely heard it above the water. He smiles and gently rubs your cheek. 

“Was planning on it, sweet thing.” Finally, a smile tugged the corners of your mouth. The tension melts off him; you’re gonna be okay. He is gonna make sure of it. “First, I am gonna get you some water and aspirin. Don’t drown while I’m gone, ‘kay?”

That earns a breathy chuckle, and you sit up to feel the water hit the top of your head. Keigo leaves after hearing you moan quietly. A few of his feathers stay behind to hold the shower head, which you’re eternally grateful for. You’re definitely still in pain, but this is certainly helping.

He returns and speedily slips out of his clothes. His feather tilts the shower head back, and another does the same to your head. Keigo pours some water and then plops the first pill into your mouth. Doing it again after you swallow it down.

“There we go, baby. You’ll be all better soon,” he coos softly, setting the glass down, bringing his hands up, and rubbing the sides of your temple with his thumbs. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and small moans come from you. Keigo’s eyes drift along your face, observing how the pain eases away. 

The two of you stay like this until you loosely hold his wrists. His thumbs stop, and he cradles your face in his warm hands. 

“I’d like to get out now,” you murmur, tipping forward and kissing him beside the mouth. Before you can say anything else, Keigo shuts off the water and wraps your body and head in a fluffy towel. He shuts the light off before gently lifting you into his arms.

Knowing you'll want to attempt to nap, he carries you to the bedroom and tucks you into bed, still wrapped in your towel. He grabs one of the sizable stuffies he’s gotten you and gives it to you. You hold it firmly in your arms, stoking the soft fabric of the toy.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you exhale, “I love you.”

His stomach is doing cartwheels, and a blush paints his face. No matter how much you say it, Keigo will always feel like it is the first time.

“I love you too,” he caresses your arm and adjusts the blankets around you. “I’d be a lousy husband if I didn't do my best to ease your aches and pains.” 

You make an amused hum, weakly reaching for his chin. He obliges you and leans forward, allowing you to press lazy kisses along [and on] his lips. Each one has his own personal energy boost.

Eventually, he pulls away, you’d keep kissing him forever if he didn’t, and you needed some sleep. With how miserable you looked when he came home, he doubted you got any. He doubted you ate much today too.

“I’m gonna get you something to eat.” He moves the hair from your face and kisses your forehead. Smirking smugly at your little moan. “I’ll be quick.”

He is indeed quick, returning in no time with sliced apples. Gently propping your head up and feeding them to you. To his great amusement, you fall asleep with his finger still in your mouth.

He took a million pictures with his fancy dancy phone without needing the light on. It was definitely gonna be his new background.

A/N: I got a nasty headache after a mental breakdown. While in the shower, I thought about Keigo using his feathers to hold the shower head. Hope you enjoyed it. I'd like feedback if you don't mind giving it.~

Edited: Some grammar stuff.

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S/O With Powers Like Genie

Hawks X Reader, Eraserhead X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I got one the MHA boys Hawk, Aizawa, (maybe add Mr. compress and spinner just for the fun of it?) meet reader, who’s quirk is ‘genie’ but they only just possess the magic part.

(not the rules and everything that came with it)

Keigo Takami/Hawks

🪶 Keigo never usually takes any interest in civilians but when he saw your quirk for the first time he honestly thought that you would be a really good hero. 🪶 You weren’t a registered hero but he realised that you must have lived around the city where he protroled because you always ended up wherever he was, you were as fast as he was, your quirk was more adaptable though and you had saved him as many times as he had saved you. 🪶 When you got to know each other better, you guys became the most chaotic pair around and while you didn’t often have friends around but you were very good at annoying the crap out of pro heroes when you became his assistant. 🪶 You guys are actually dangerous to everyone's health when you're together, the whole agency is terrified when they walk into work and let’s say Endeavour has been over so many times that he knows you by name.

You sat at your desk, you glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. You were about 3 hours into your shift and no one had stormed their way into your office to complain about any of the meticulously set traps from the night before. You and Keigo had spent most of the night messing with Endeavours agency building. You know that they should have found some of the little pranks by now but there was not so much as a phone call. The phone on your desk rang and you raised an eyebrow, a small amount of excitement bubbling up in your check. “Hawks hero agency, you are through to (Y/N) Hawks personal assistant.” You said your normal greeting. “It’s me, you hear anything yet?” Hawks asked. “No nothing yet.” You answered as you scrolled through the emails on your computer “while I have you don’t forget about the meeting in a few hours, I’m sending someone over to take over from you.” “You don’t have to do that, I'll make it.” He promised but you could tell that he was only half paying attention to the conversation, you opened your mouth to say something but then the door leading into the waiting room outside Hawks office opened and Burnin’ came in her eyes finding you immediately. “I think I’m about to hear something.” You mumbled. “Me too.” He said “Keep the line open.” “Can I help you?” You asked. “Every fire extinguisher?” She asked. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Why did they all explode!?” She asked hands flung up in the air as you smirked at her. “You set the fire extinguishers to explode?” You asked him and he let out a short chuckle which turned into a full on laugh. “You put the sprinklers on in his office every 15 minutes!?” He asked through laughs and you giggled. “I just thought it would be interesting to know what was under the fiery facial hair, plus I moved everything slightly to the left.” You shrugged as Burnin’ raised an eyebrow as you materialised the camera that you had set in Endeavour's office. “Oh you're going to want to see these.” “Hey!” Burnin’ brought your attention back to her as you smirked and snapped a picture of her covered in the foam from the fire extinguisher. “Stop that!” “I would but you just look so amazing.” You smirked as you made the camera disappear. “Would you mind leaving the lobby? We'll be having some people in for a meeting very soon.” “I still have-” You waved your hand when she started talking again and changed her and Keigo’s locations so now he was the one standing in front of you. “Well you're more pleasing to look at.” He smirked as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m sure I am now, get ready for this meeting please.” You pressed a final kiss to his lips before ushering him off to his office to make sure that he had everything that he needed.

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

🛏 You had met Shota when he started working at UA, you were good with kids and your quirk made teaching exciting for the kids. Shota didn’t see you quirk as anything more than a magic show for a very long time. 🛏 No one expected for you and Shota to be that close but Mic loved your quirk and dragged him over to talk to you more often than not and you both found that you had more in common then you thought. 🛏 You were popular with all of the kids, calm, kind and easy to talk to. When Shota was given class 1-A he requested a teaching assistant and it was you, that was when he started to see the more versatile uses for your quirk, by this time you had been dating for a long while so Nezu decided that if anyone could work with him it was you. 🛏 Shota really needed you when he finally got Eri though, he never really cared for flashy quirks but he immediately thought of you when it came to making children feel safe and happy.

You had been sitting on the sofa waiting for Shota and Eri to get home, he had told you that there was someone that he wanted you to meet. Shota walked in with a little girl on his hip, she seemed scared “Who’s this?” You asked softly, you didn’t move from your position lounging on the sofa, you didn’t want to scare her anymore. “This is Eri, she’s going to be staying with us for a little while.” He said and you looked at him and nodded as he put her on the floor, she looked around the room before her eyes settled on you. “Can I come over?” You asked, she frowned for a second before nodding, you moved then making sure to properly show your movements as you did, you sat on the floor in front of her. “So you coming for a sleepover?” “Sleepover?” She asked, she twisted her head in confusion and that was the moment that you knew that there was something more to her, there was no girl at the age of 6 that didn’t know what a sleepover was even if they hadn’t been to one. “Mhm, your going to stay with us for a little while, we can watch some movies and maybe paint your nails or something…” You suggested. “I can, watch a movie?” She asked. “Yeah… Do you know what you like to watch?” You asked, she shook her head and you shrugged “then we can look through them once we figure out something to eat.” “Usually I’m only allowed bread.” She mumbled. “I liked apples.” “Really?” You asked as you lifted your hands in a puff of purple smoke, an apple appeared “Here.” “Thank you.” She said softly. “Have you ever had apple pie?” You asked, she only confirmed your suspicions when she shook your head. You smiled as you lifted your hand, opening your fist and showing a slice of apple pie. “Here, try it.” From there the night seemed to go well, you watched some movies and gave her other apple themed confectionery all while Aizawa rolled his eyes, he loved you but your quirk was something that he deemed anyone lucky to be a part of.

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

🔮 He saw your quirk for the first time when you got into a street fight, he wasn’t at all going to help, we all know that but he’d point the police in the right direction, however you didn’t need anyone’s help in fact, you caught sight of him across the road and winked before disappearing. 🔮 You frequented the parts of the city that he was often found in and it wasn’t long before you started talking, and you started using your ability to steal from the group that he attracted with his magic tricks. 🔮 You offered to be his assistant when you started to get bored and you were soon known as a pair, that was where your more intimate relationship started to blossom. 🔮 While everyone thought that he was the dangerous one, you would pull the strings in the back and take down anyone that caused trouble.

You realised it a millisecond before anyone else did and in the moment you used your quirk to the fullest of your ability to pull Compress away from Kai, who attempted to use his quirk for a second time, you had seen what was left of Magne. “Thank you my dear.” He breathed as Kai looked at you. “Well, aren't you interesting.” He murmured as Compress linked your hands to stop you from doing anything stupid. “She’s rather interesting…” Compress said “but I’m afraid that my assistant is spoken for.” “You’d be useful.” Kai turned to you. “Come with me.” “You can’t just steal my team members.” Shigaraki glared at him but you smirked as you disappeared from where you were standing and appeared behind Kai. “I have no intention of joining your group.” You informed him as you kicked his knees out from under him guiding him to a kneeling position at the same time that you used your quirk to make the rest of his group disappear “state your terms quickly, I’ve only got about 20 minutes of patience left in me.” “I wanted a meeting, I’ll send a location.” Kai suggested and you looked at him before looking at Shigaraki. “We’ll think about it, send the location and we’ll decide what we want to do.” Shigaraki waved at hand for you to let him go and you immediately did, using your quirk to move him to the same location as the rest of his group. “(Y/N) are you okay?” Compress asked, making his way towards you. “I’m fine, Atsu.” You smiled. “Well then can I say that you put on quite the show.” He smirked, having taken off the mask now that there was no one apart from the league around. “You enjoy it.” You teased leaning forward. “Alright quit it, you aren’t the only ones in the room.” Dabi said. “Aww burner boy, you jealous?” You teased as you pressed a kiss to Compress’ cheek and pulled away. “Do we have a new location to travel to, we should probably head there if we do.” “Yes.” Shigaraki said “We’ll once they’ve given over the location of the meeting.” “Yes sir!” You gave a teasing salute, as he rolled his eyes before Compress pulled you away to stop you from pressing the volatile young adults buttons any further.

Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner

🦎 You had known Spinner since you were kids, you’d often beat away the bullies that tried to bring him down. 🦎 When Spinner decided that he was going to be a villain you just followed him, with no one else to call a friend you’d follow him anywhere. 🦎 Spinner loved your quirk and spent the majority of his time making sure that no one got too close to you when you were fighting, he knew that you worked better at a distance. 🦎 You guys were rarely apart, you were so aware of each other that you never let anything happen to the other but Spinner just loved watching you because you power was gentle and devastating all at the same time.

You were in Redestro’s hideout, Spinner was sitting on the sofa with you laying next to him with your head on his lap “(Y/N)!” Toga called as she shuffled over. “Yeah?” You asked turning from tracing shapes on Spinners hands to look at Toga who was holding her hands out to you. “I wanna change my nails.” She mumbled. “To what?” You asked. “Red.” She answered and you raised an eyebrow before swiping your hands over hers and changing the colour of her nails. “Thanks.” She smiled as she ran back over to Twice as they continued talking, you smiled softly as you continued to play with Spinners fingers. “God, they're all so weird.” You heard one of Redestro’s men mumble and you stopped what you were doing. “Don’t do it.” Dabi mumbled from his place across from you. “She's going to do it.” Spinner sighed as you lifted your head. “He’s right, I’m gonna do it.” You winked before you stopped the culprit in his tracks. “What was that you just said?” “Hey let him go!” His friend ordered walking towards you but Spinner lifted his large sword to point it at the one approaching you, it was in this moment that everyone who knew both friend and unfortunate acquaintances realised how strong you were together, with Spinner sat on the sofa leg spread and one arm behind the sofa while the other held his sword steady at the man’s throat, while you hadn’t moved from your reclined position but had perfect control of the situation. “Apologise.” You ordered “both of you.” The one you had control of was the first to apologise. “S-sorry.” He ground out through his teeth and your eyes shifted to his friend. “Sorry.” He finally said and you both looked at him and smirked. “Next time you misuse your tongues I’ll take them so be careful with your words.” You warned them before waving them both away. “Was that necessary?” Dabi asked as he looked at you. “Wholly no one talks about any of us like that, I’ll make sure of it.” You promised, pressing a kiss to Spinner’s hand as he pulled your hand up to his face where he pressed a kiss to your hand a silent reminder that he loved to watch you work and would for years to come.

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