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lvoryingrid · 3 months

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Spring

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: As spring awakens, Keigo feels a primal call within. With his loving girlfriend, (Y/n), by his side, they journey into the wilderness, where nature's forces and Hawks' untamed instincts collide.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica, breeding kink

The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers as spring enveloped the world in a blanket of warmth. The first light of spring peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The melodious symphony of birdsongs filled the air, creating a harmonious backdrop to the awakening day. Amid this serene morning, Keigo, found himself roused from his slumber with an unusual unease settling within him. His crimson wings twitched restlessly as primal instincts surged through him, awakening a side of him that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Beside him, (Y/n) lay peacefully asleep, bathed in the morning sunlight that enhanced her already beautiful face. Keigo couldn't help but admire her serenity, the contrast to the turmoil that raged within him. He gently brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from her face, his touch tender yet tinged with a strange urgency.

Keigo couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air seemed charged with an energy he couldn't quite place, and all his senses were on edge. As he glanced down at his crimson wings, now twitching almost violently against his will, he knew that whatever was happening, was beyond his control.

A sudden heat spread through his body, starting at his chest and radiating outward. His heart raced, and his breath came quick and shallow. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, driving him to act on impulses he didn't understand. He looked down at (Y/n) again, her soft skin now flushed with color, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own.

Soft breaths left her parted lips and her face was colored by the warm rays of the sun. The way the covers loomed over her body had him gulp at the sight. She looked so vulnerable, ready to be devoured by him and him only.

Keigo felt a powerful urge to claim her, to mate with her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. With a growl that seemed to come from deep within him, he rolled over, pinning her beneath his figure. His wings spread wide, blocking out most of the light, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze. He leaned in, warm lips leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed neck.

"Keigo…" she whispered, her eyes slowly opening, noticing the sharp look in his golden eyes. Keigo froze, every muscle in his body tensing. The sound of her voice, so soft and sweet, filled his ears, making his heart race. His eyes, already fixed on her face, widened in surprise. She was awake.

He didn't answer, couldn't answer. All he could do was feel. He lowered his head, pressing again his lips against her neck, inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating, driving him further out of control.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over her features, making her look even more radiant than usual. Her (h/c) hair was a tangled mess around her, her cheeks flushed with sleep. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before resting her palms against his feathers.

The contact sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Her touch felt so good, so right. His instincts screamed at him, begged him to breed her, to claim her as his own. He could feel his body growing hotter by the second, his desire for her becoming almost unbearable.

With a smile, she slowly traced her fingertips from his tense feathers to his shoulder blades as she asked "Isn't it a bit early for this?" Carefully, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Early?" he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desire. "Is it too early?"

She giggled, her breath tickling his feathers. "Well, it's not like we have anywhere to be today," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued to nuzzle her. "And I must admit, I like the idea of starting the day with some…morning cuddles." Her hand trailed down his back.

As he roughly yanked the thin fabric from her body, her breath caught in her throat, her nipples hardening into tight buds. The air around them seemed to crackle with desire, and Keigo could feel his control slipping further away with every passing moment. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, rolling it between his tongue and teeth.

Heat radiated from his body, and she felt his erection pressing against her hip. Her own desire, buried deep beneath her exhaustion, flared to life at his touch. She arched her back further, pressing her breasts against his mouth as he growled in pleasure.

Keigo leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across her face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing his fingers along her collarbone. "I need you." He kissed her softly, his lips warm and demanding. She moaned into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly against his.

His wings spread wider, casting the room into deeper shadow, as if nature itself was conspiring to hide their forbidden act. He pressed closer still, his erection aching with need, and guided himself between her legs. Dark crimson panties covering her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he could feel her hips begin to move against him in time with his touch. His other hand moved lower, caressing her stomach, teasing the thin fabric of her panties before finally sliding underneath to stroke her folds. She was wet and ready for him, and he groaned into her ear as he felt her body tremble beneath his touch.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and pulled her legs over his hips so that she straddled him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked down at him, her eyes clouded with desire. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through him. His crimson wings spread wide, casting the room into a warm, shadowy haze, and he could feel the power surging through him, urging him on.

Keigo reached up, cupping her face with one hand, the other lay on her hip, he gazed into her (e/c) eyes as he thrust upward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching as she met his movements with her own, as both hands griped her hips bringing her closer, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Their skin slid against each other, slick with sweat and desire, and the air around them seemed to crackle with the force of their passion.

She was perfectly aligned, her wet heat encircling his cock, her breasts pressed against his chest. He arched his back, thrusting harder into her, his wings spreading wider to envelop them both in a cocoon of feathers and heat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure and pain as she urged him on, meeting his thrusts with her own. Their hips moved in perfect rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust and need. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sweet song of the morning birds.

As their lovemaking intensified, Keigo could feel his body giving in to the primal urges that had taken hold of him. He lost track of time, consumed by the pleasure that (Y/n) was giving him. Her soft gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their passionate entwining.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want it to end. And with one final thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside of her. His breath hitched as he felt her body tremble beneath him, signaling her own release.

Finally, his movements grew slower, softer, and he pressed his lips to her neck, whispering her name in a hoarse, ragged voice. She could feel his seed slowly leaking from her body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was with him and that they had shared this moment, this connection.

(Y/n) collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies still joined together. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, their breaths mingling in the air. It took several long moments for him to regain control of his senses, and when he did, he was filled with a strange mixture of guilt and desire.

"Are you…okay?" he managed to ask, his voice still ragged from their passion. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and it was a comfort he didn't want to let go of just yet.

She giggled, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm…fine," she replied, sounding a bit breathless. "It's just…you were so…rough." Her fingers traced gentle circles on his back, soothing the marks her nails had left behind. "I didn't expect you to be so…possessive."

Keigo chuckled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "I couldn't help it," he confessed, nuzzling her neck. "You're just so…irresistible." He kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her skin on his lips.

He kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against his. As they continued to cuddle, the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a warm glow across the room, making it feel as if spring truly had returned.

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fictionalsownme · 17 days

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"Touch" | season 6 ! keigo takami x reader | WIP BLURB

Hiya! So I've noticed recently that I almost never post my writing on here, even though I write all the time. I'm just so easily distracted I almost never finish things, but I thought I'd start sharing what I do have so some of these little bits can see the light of day hehe :) here's a bit a wrote about how hawks' and the reader's dynamic might shift after his burn and after his personality changes a bit!

disclaimer: this blurb is unedited and unfinished. just wanted to share some WIPs! Enjoy!

Recently, Hawks— Keigo— had been touching you even more than normal.

You would say he’s finding excuses for physical contact, but there’s not even reasons most of the time.

It’d been about a week since you started riding around with him, Jeanist, and Endeavor. All Might, Deku, and some other pros were part of the efforts, too.

Being a civilian, you knew you brought them more risk than aide, but you weren’t totally useless. And now Hawks— now Keigo— insisted on you being by his side.

It’s not as if you and him had never touched before. In the year you’d known him and worked for him, the two of you had actually gotten really close. And when his name was revealed to the public, he asked you to start calling him that all the time.

No one else, just you. It was taking some getting used to.

It wasn’t long after that the touching started. The near constant physical contact.

A steady hand at your back seemed to be his favorite. But there were other motions too. Touching your arm, playing absently with the edge of your jacket, nudging his shoe with yours. Even just keeping you within arms length seemed to be a must.

Not that you didn’t like it. You definitely did. Each touch was so warm and protective, it made you lightheaded. And in these times… any comfort was a blessing.

You figured that’s why he’d been doing it. Just basic coping, nothing more. You understood. Before all this mess, before he’d been burned, you had always been the first to offer hugs and reassurances. You’d even held hands once or twice. Platonically, of course. But nothing like this.

It wasn’t just the physical nature of your relationship changing, either.

He had this air about him when you were near. It simmered when he talked to you, when he touched you or looked in your eyes. An almost… protectiveness. Possessive.

It was the same with his name. He hadn’t asked a single other person to call him Keigo, and no one did. Except you. And he was adamant about it.

You were flattered, and happy to do this for him. But you were a bit embarrassed to admit that you’d been struggling to adjust. You kept using his hero name by mistake. At first he’d just corrected you with an unreadable expression, then started to tease you about it, but now he’d resorted to waiting until you got it right to respond at all. Even though he’d hadn’t been as outwardly playful since he’d been burned, you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you or anything. Another change you understood. He was being more authentic to who he was. More reserved and quiet and thinking. Again, an adjustment to be sure, but you were happy.

You didn’t mind this slightly new dynamic. In fact, you were hopelessly in danger of falling even more in love with him than you already were, the poor man.

You swore that if he slid his palm over the expanse of your back one more time, tenderly whispered your name like that, gave you instructions with a warm, grounding touch… you were going to lose it and confess on the spot.

You stumbled when one of the incapacitated villains stuck their foot out to trip you as you walked past. You glared at him. Tied, gagged, beat up, and still trying to cause shit.

You kicked at his foot.

“Come stand over here,” called Hawks’— fuck, Keigo’s— still slightly raspy voice.

You gave the villain one more stink eye, and came to stand next to where Keigo was leaning against the car. His hand went to your back immediately. Warm even through his glove and your sweater.

It truly concerned you how normal that was starting to feel. How disarming.

He gently rubbed your back with his thumb, his palm flat against your spine, waiting silently for Jeanist and Endeavor to come back with instructions for the goons.

The feeling of his hand… strong and grounding like an anchor… your eyes slid closed after only a few moments.

Like you said, lately comfort was desperately needed and hard to come by. You kept your back straight, clutching your bag to your chest, savoring the feeling of your best friend. There to keep you safe.

When your eyes opened, they slid over to him on instinct. He was watching you.

You cheeks flared but you kept his gaze. He wasn’t… anything really. Not happy or upset or surprised. He just looked back at you, his hand still against you.

God you swore… sometimes you were so ridiculously close to just grabbing him by the stupid jacket and kissing him senseless. Just to feel it, to feel him, to see what he would do. To see if it would really ruin your life like you told yourself it would.

This somewhat new side of him was intriguing to say the least. Not afraid of silence, of a blank expression, of showing he was thinking. Before his burn and the collapse of society, his training kept his expression in a claustrophobic range of cock-sure grin to open laughter. The only exception was when he was squaring off against villains, or simply too tired to mask himself properly. The later was still rare, however. He only ever willingly stopped presenting when the two of you were alone, and you were proud to say you’d gotten very good at seeing beneath it all.

But things were different now. He didn’t bother to hide. As his friend, it was a breath of fresh air, and it was nice to see no one else seemed to mind either. He still laughed and smiled and made stupid quips. But he didn’t bother to be someone he wasn't.

But he’d been changing too, inside. Everyone had. Less hero and more man. Maybe that’s why he’d asked you to start using his name.

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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i shouldn’t be easily influenced but @takami-takami did it:

When you tell him you love him for the first time, he doesn’t know what to think initially. There’s an odd look smeared against his face. A mesh of unease and a little something unreadable. Though while he’s trying to collect his thoughts, he realizes that his heart is beating a little faster and his face is getting hotter.

“Keigo?”

He can’t even hear you call his name out. Everything sounds muddled as if you shoved cotton in his ears. His eyes get wider and his eyes are doing that bird-like thing that makes you giggle. Pinning. As you reach your hands to caress his stubbly jaw, he shivers at the warmth of your palms.

“I love you—“ it’s sudden but he says it genuinely. He didn’t even have to think before he fetched up the three words. Keigo can’t believe those words left his mouth. As his eyes study yours, he breathes out a sigh of relief. You said the words he’s been thinking first.

Though now that you’ve said it, he will never shut up it. He spares you only a few moments of emotional exposure before he’s back to teasing you about how much you love him. All you have to do is ask him a simple, “you love me too, don’t you?” with those soft eyes that makes his heart burn before his guard is obliterated and he’s cooing about how much he does.

#keigo x reader #keigo fluff #keigo angst #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #hawks angst #I love him #mha keigo takami #mha keigo #mha hawks

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mikazenin · 1 year

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thinking about how many things hawks has been through while being in the hero commission, he's been forced to do so many bad things just like his senpai, lady nagant. when being in public, he's forced to keep a flirty and carefree attitude inorder to have many fans but when he's at home. the smile is immediately swept off his face, his aura radiating so much negative energy as he sits in his couch with a coffee in hand, a tired and stressed expression on his face. he never thought he would finally have a reason to happily go home with the most genuine and loving expression on his face. that all changed when you came into his life. your gentle voice calling out to his name that fills with so much care. your gentle touch that caresses him as a way of comfort and reassurance. your joyful smile that he swore will protect. everything about you, he loves it. your existence that brings him so much happiness and he swore he will always be by your side, and he hopes you will as well. with you there in his used to be cold and lonely home, he will always have such a huge smile whenever you welcomed him with your open arms and he will be more than happy to say;

“babybird.. I'm home.”

he wishes to stay with you forever until the day you both die.

03.02.2023 | main blog ; @pandemoniumtime | written by ; alex

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mhabirthdays · 4 months

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Happy Birthday

Keigo Takami (Wing Hero: Hawks) – December 28th

#my hero academia #mha #mha keigo #mha takami #mha keigo takami #mha takami keigo #mha hawks #hawks mha #mha birthday #keigo takami #takami keigo #wing hero: hawks #hawks #pro hero #pro hero hawks #december #december 28th

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mhathotfic · 6 months

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So when petting a bird you aren’t supposed to pet them below the neck because they perceive that as a mating behavior. They can preen and groom those spots on their own so there’s no need for another to do it for them unless they’re trying to put the moves on ‘em.

Anyways, Keigo getting incredibly hard because you tried to rub his back in reassurance because you’re a good friend and didn’t realize what you were doing to him. In your defense, even with his wings being smaller than before it’s difficult not to brush against them accidentally and you didn’t know you were supposed to avoid them.

#bnha hawks #mha hawks #bnha keigo #mha keigo #suggestive

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miyatcha · 1 year

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(gn!reader x keigo takami (hawks) | 0.6k words | angst if u squint, idk | a/n: sorry guys brainrot is real

keigo takami is not one for calm. hawks is precise, yes- and agile, calculating, and adaptive, but keigo?

keigo is the opposite.

your shared home with him is a little cluttered, but exemplifies who you two are as people, your kitchen always low on the snacks he craves, and the case of beers by the tv occasionally shifting as he reaches for one on a quiet night. he doesn’t find himself appreciating those things enough, though, and he knows he has a life that calls to him, one that pulls him away from the domesticity in your solace.

his life is full of action; heroes, villains, fame, and the spotlight will always occupy his day- but you cannot attest to being there for the rest of his nights. even the best of heroes cannot be stuck to one place forever.

you’re happy where you are. at least, somewhere in the stories of his life and secrets of his heart, you are there. even if, behind the scenes and the camera, you’re the one providing the support, it will be him who knows your role best after the ‘cut’ is called.

if anything, hawks doesn’t need comfort. he offers it. to injured civilians whom he crouches down to reassure, there’s a small voice wondering who does the same for him.

hawks doesn’t need comfort, keigo does.

and that’s why, when he’s done soaring up to the highest building and watching the city below, he retreats to your window and slips inside. not that it’s open (he’s taught you well enough), but that he’s so familiar with the code to your home that he breezes through and opens it from the inside with the help of his feathers. there, he is raw. there, he strips off all the layers confining him. he leaves his title, visor, jacket, and boots by the entrance, and falls into the life he shares with you.

this is one of the rare days that patrol is extended, but you’re still awake.

“was wondering when you’d be home.” keigo smiles at your frame by the entrance, patting your shoulders as he walks by.

“you didn’t haf’to stay up for me.” he responds, quick to assess himself in the mirror of the bathroom.

“you know i always do, kei.” you appear next to him, a tired look on your eyes as you watch him.

this life isn’t so bad.

it’s a life where he kisses you on the forehead and holds you close before walking into the room you both share. his embrace makes you feel warm, and you think he’s perfected the art of making someone feel safe.

still, its the same life where you have no idea what you two are, where he goes to you for the comfort he can’t get from anywhere else, but he leaves before you can even open your eyes and see the sun peaking from the horizon. a life where he has all of his reserved emotions for you, but cannot love you the way you wished he could.

still, you know better than to be selfish. you know better than to expect him to be able to love like the movies. maybe if he was just keigo, but he has a title to uphold. and you know full well the tribulations of being there for him. seeing him at his worst, and watching him at his best through a screen. you were the one to catch keigo takami if he fell.

still, you would not give him up for anything, even if you cannot call him yours, you are the closest he gets to home, and you both will cherish it forever.

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tikobithelich · 2 years

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MHA: Keigo Takami/”Hawks” with a Hero S/O

Starting off with a bang, he owns merch of his S/O. No shame in it at all.

If his S/O is a smaller Hero and not that popular and one day, they get to a point where they manage like, an official keychain, he’s buying it. No questions asked.

“Babe, omfg, i found a key chain of you. You have your own key chain I’m so proud. No I’m not cryinnnnnnnng”

He doesn’t have a shrine. He is a practical shopper, especially with merch, mainly custom stuff from Etsy if you’re a smaller name/brand.

He is also down for mutual after work baths. Come on. You both had a long day, give him cuddles while he massages shampoo/soap into your hair/skin.

If by some miracle he has a day off and you come home, determined to get ahead and some paperwork done, he’s not having it. He is literally hauling you to the bedroom for snuggles.

Playful on the clock banter/flirting.

If you work for HIS Agency, he’ll tone it down, but still gets in the occasional wink and kiss.

If you work for ENDEAVOR’S Agency, he gets oddly more critical of Endeavor. “he’s got you working HOW MANY hours?” “But that wasn’t your case, why are you taking responsibility for it?” Things like that.

Sneakily tries to get you two to match hero costumes.

The coat mainly. He saw you in it once and this man ascended to heaven.

Mutual wound tending is very intimate and he kisses every bandaged wound.

Will have a heart attack if he hears the word “hospital” associated with you.

Late nights just venting about the crap you two have seen that day because you both get it and it sucks.

He’d probably want to keep the relationship on the down low. Not out of shame, but out of paranoia that something will happen.

He’s all about getting you the notoriety you deserve, but he’s scared that if he’s involved, you’ll get a different kind of attention that’s more dangerous.

If it’s something you really want, he’ll do it, but he’s gonna do it with style. His favorite selfie of the two of you and a sweet message in the post.

He likes watching you take your hero costume off. He doesn’t know why the costume specifically has his eyes wandering, but it does.

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favficbirthdays · 4 months

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Happy Birthday

Keigo Takami/Hawks (28th December)

My Hero Academia

#my hero academia #mha #mha keigo #mha takami #mha keigo takami #mha hawks #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha kaigo #bnha takami #bnha keigo takami #bnha hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks #fictional birthday #december #december 28th

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kookie-doughs · 3 months

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Maybe Hero

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Chapter 7: Night Time

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lvoryingrid · 4 months

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Sweet Serenity Bakery.

Hawks x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling city, the Number 2 hero, Hawks, stumbles upon Sweet Serenity Bakery, a hidden gem emitting an irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. The bakery, a haven from the chaos, becomes Hawks' nightly retreat, and the enchanting baker, (Y/n), captures his attention.

The city lights had dimmed to a mere whisper as Hawks descended from his nightly patrol, fatigue weighing on his crimson wings. The wind, gentle and soothing, whispered through Hawks' golden locks with a caress that felt like a soft melody. Each strand danced in harmony with the breeze, creating a tranquil symphony of movement. The cool embrace of the air carried a serenity that seemed to untangle the knots of stress and fatigue, leaving behind a feeling of weightlessness. He closed his golden eyes, allowing the calming sensation to wash over him. It was as if nature itself had taken a moment to cradle him in its arms, offering a brief respite from the chaos of the world below.

The ambient city sounds faded away as Hawks followed the enchanting trail of a sweet symphony. The air carried the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods, a warm and comforting melody that lured him towards a hidden haven. As he turned the corner, the bustling noise of the city gave way to a tranquil quietude, and there it stood – a bakery, like a secret sanctuary waiting to be discovered. The aroma, a delicate blend of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and the rich scent of perfectly baked dough, hung in the air like a fragrant embrace. The tantalizing notes mingled with the cool breeze, creating an ethereal invitation that beckoned Hawks to step inside. The bakery's exterior, adorned with a vintage sign and the soft glow of warm lights, exuded a nostalgic charm, as if it held the promise of timeless indulgence within its walls. Unable to resist the magnetic allure, Hawks pushed open the door, and the tinkling of a small bell announced his arrival. The interior unfolded like a storybook scene – shelves adorned with baskets of pastries, the golden glow of a counter displaying a tempting array of treats, and the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Intrigued, Hawks took a step further, and the bakery welcomed him with a comforting ambiance. It was a retreat from the chaos outside, a place where time seemed to slow down, and the worries of the world were momentarily replaced by the promise of sweetness. The interplay of warm hues and the aroma of baked delights created an atmosphere that felt like a warm hug, wrapping around him and inviting him to savor the simple pleasures within.

A girl stood behind the counter, her face bathed in the soft glow of the warm, ambient lighting that adorned the bakery. The air was infused with the delectable fragrance of freshly baked goods, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. Her apron, dusted with a hint of flour, bore the mark of a baker deeply immersed in her craft. Her warm smile was an invitation, a genuine welcome that resonated with the sweetness that filled the air. The gentle clinking of mixing bowls and the occasional hum of the coffee machine created a soothing melody, adding to the comforting ambiance. As she extended her warm greeting, her eyes sparkled with a passion for her creations, and her voice, like a melody, carried the essence of the bakery. "Welcome to 'Sweet Serenity Bakery.' What can I get for you?" The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, wrapping the scene in an aromatic embrace, inviting Hawks to indulge in the sweet serenity that awaited him.

As Hawks approached the counter, the scent of freshly baked goods became even more pronounced, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air hummed with the melody of soft tunes from the old radio, blending seamlessly with the tantalizing aroma that danced through the space. "Just a coffee, please. And whatever your favorite pastry is," Hawks requested, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that seemed to be drawn out by the bakery's ambiance. The girl's (e/c) eyes sparkled with appreciation as she prepared his order. The counter displayed an array of choices, each pastry a small masterpiece. The air was thick with anticipation as she carefully selected a pastry, presenting it with a genuine smile. "Here you go," she said, her voice echoing the warmth of the bakery. "One cup of our finest coffee and my personal favorite – the raspberry almond croissant. I hope you enjoy it." Hawks accepted the offerings with a nod of gratitude, and as he took a sip of the coffee, the rich flavor warmed him from the inside. The first bite of the pastry brought a symphony of textures – the flaky layers, the sweet raspberry filling, and the crunch of almond. Hawks turned his attention back to the baker behind the counter who seemed to embody the very spirit of the bakery. The genuine smile on her face hinted at a passion for her craft, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested a depth of warmth that went beyond the delectable pastries.

"You know," Hawks began, his golden eyes meeting hers, "I don't think I caught your name." Her smile widened, and she leaned casually against the counter. "It's (Y/n). And you're... Hawks, right? I've seen you around the city. The number 2 hero with the fiery red wings." Hawks chuckled, appreciating the way she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me. But right now, I'm just a guy enjoying a fantastic cup of coffee and the company of a charming girl." (Y/n) blushed, her playful demeanor shining through. "Flattery will not get you extra pastries, you know." Hawks continued to sip his coffee, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. "Well, (Y/n), I guess I'll just have to rely on the irresistible allure of your pastries then. They seem to have a way of sweetening the deal." (Y/n) laughed, the sound like a delightful melody in the cozy space of the bakery. "You're quite the smooth talker, Hawks. But pastries are limited, so don't get your hopes too high." He leaned against the counter, the air between them charged with a playful energy. "No worries. I'm not here for the pastries alone, you know. It's the whole package – the warmth of this place, the aroma that wraps around you like a hug, and, of course, the captivating company." (Y/n)'s blush deepened, and she retorts "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, Mr. Number 2 Hero." He chuckled, appreciating the banter. "Well, (Y/n), it's not every day that I stumble upon a bakery that feels like a hidden treasure in the city. And it's certainly not every day that I meet a charming baker who knows how to make even the simplest cup of coffee feel like magic."

As days turned into weeks, Sweet Serenity Bakery became more than just a place for Hawks; it became a refuge, a sanctuary that beckoned him with an irresistible charm. The bakery's warmth and the sweet notes of laughter echoing within its walls drew him in like a moth to a flame. Night after night, Hawks found himself gravitating to the doorstep of the bakery after his patrols. The scent of fresh pastries and the inviting glow of warm lights greeted him, a beacon of comfort in the quiet corner of the city. Each visit brought with it the promise of shared moments with (Y/n), who had become a fixture in his routine. Inside the bakery, the atmosphere shifted with each arrival of the hero. (Y/n) would look up from her work, a welcoming smile curving her lips. "Hey Hawks, the usual?" she would ask, already knowing the answer, as if the bakery itself had memorized his preferences.

The counter, once a place for casual exchanges, now held an undercurrent of familiarity. The air crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within him. The bakery, now became a stage where the subtle undercurrents of possessiveness played out. Hawks, couldn't help it as he stood at the counter, golden eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she prepared his order. The aroma of coffee and pastries seemed to swirl around him, but his focus was singular – (Y/n), the captivating baker who had unintentionally become the center of his nightly routine.

As other patrons entered the bakery, Hawks couldn't shake the surge of protectiveness that welled within him. His gaze lingered longer than usual on those who approached (Y/n), and an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, guarded by the wings that were once symbols of heroism but now became shields of possessiveness. (Y/n), unaware of the internal struggle unfolding before her, greeted each customer with the same warmth that had initially drawn Hawks in. However, as the bakery buzzed with activity, the jealous ember within him flared brighter. Hawks found himself standing a little too close, intercepting conversations with a subtle territorial edge, his actions fueled by a longing to keep (Y/n) exclusively within the sphere of his attention.

"You're becoming a regular here, Hawks. What's the secret behind your sweet tooth?" she looked up from her task, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Hawks, caught off guard, couldn't help the accelerated beat of his heart. The playful banter masked the possessiveness that had taken root, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. "Well, (Y/n)," he began playfully, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I suppose the secret is the irresistible charm of the bakery and its owner." he says with a smirk adoring his lips. (Y/n) chuckled, her (e/c) eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. "Smooth talker as always, Hawks. But there's more to it, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes." Hawks felt a mix of vulnerability and desire as he locked eyes with (Y/n). The bustling bakery seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment of charged silence. The warmth of the bakery, the sweet aroma, and the playful banter were overshadowed by the unspoken tension that crackled between them.

Hawks, however, held her gaze with unwavering sincerity. The usual twinkle in his golden eyes now reflected a mix of desire and possessiveness, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The tantalizing aroma of pastries and the soft hum of the bakery became a mere backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. "It's not just the sweets, (Y/n)," Hawks admitted, his voice a low murmur, "It's you. I can't get enough of you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that shifted the dynamics of their interactions. (Y/n)'s surprise lingered, her playful demeanor replaced by a subtle vulnerability. The air between them thickened with the unspoken truth, each passing moment carrying the weight of an uncharted path. Hawks, unable to restrain the possessiveness that had taken root within him, continued, "I want you to myself. I can't stand the thought of others having a taste of what should only be mine." The possessive edge in his words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Hawks had laid bare the desire to claim (Y/n), not just as a friend or a fleeting connection but as something more, something exclusive. The revelation hovered in the space between them, a palpable tension that awaited (Y/n)'s response.

As he awaited her response, the seconds felt like an eternity, and the symphony of the bakery's sounds became a distant hum. The golden glow of the lights overhead cast a warm hue on Hawks, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with vulnerability. The beat of his heart, once steady, quickened with every passing moment. The mixture of desire, possessiveness, and the uncertainty of (Y/n)'s reaction created a storm in Hawks' mind. The air, thick with the heady scent of baked goods and the promise of something more, seemed to press in on him, amplifying the racing rhythm of his heart. Each passing second heightened the intensity of the moment, and Hawks, for all his heroic exploits, found himself standing at the precipice of something new and uncharted. The subtle tension in the air mirrored the tempest within him, leaving him acutely aware of the fragility of the connection he had just exposed.

A sly grin danced on (Y/n)'s lips, the playful banter now shifting into a more intimate territory. The air, thick with the aroma of pastries and the unspoken tension between them, seemed to crackle with anticipation. Closing the gap between them, she leaned in towards Hawks, her voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I get off work at 9," she said, her words carrying a flirtatious undertone that hung in the air like a secret shared between them. The proximity between their bodies created an intimacy that transcended the bustling bakery around them, making the moment feel like a stolen secret in the midst of a crowd.

As she leaned in, Hawks, overcome by the intoxicating blend of emotions, mirrored her movements. Closing the remaining distance, he gently cradled her face in his hands, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke volumes. The warm glow of the bakery lights framed the scene, turning the space between them into a sanctuary where time seemed to pause. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a fusion of warmth and sweetness that transcended the flavors of the pastries surrounding them. The world outside ceased to exist as the bakery, with its aroma of baked goods and the hum of daily life, became a backdrop to this intimate exchange.

"See you at 9," Hawks whispered, his words a tender promise that carried the weight of unspoken emotions. With a fleeting glance, he headed towards the door, leaving (Y/n) standing there, her (e/c) eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization. As the door closed behind him, the ambient sounds of the bakery seemed to return in full force, but for (Y/n), time stood still. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, she touched her lips, a gentle smile playing on her face as the warmth of the shared kiss lingered.

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fictionalsownme · 9 months

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fashion, put it all on me, don't you wanna see these clothes on me? 🎶

I haven't been drawing much lately but I've been chipping away at this for the last few weeks, so here you go! a little treat 😌 fits and poses are based off references I found on pinterest!

(cropped versions under the cut!)

((EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO COLOR IN HIS PANTS ON ONE OF THEM DONT LOOK AT ME THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DON'T DRAW FOR WEEKS 😫😖))

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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AFTER THE DAY IS DONE ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

hawks x reader. fluff, comfort, smut adjacent. keigo wants to sleep with you after a long day of work. he wants all of you <3

“Keigo,” your body shifts under the blankets. You’re woken up by warm, damp kisses on your cheek and shoulder. There’s a dip on the bed; his body hovers over you with his lips cherishing you from your shoulder blade and trailing down your back. It’s always late when he comes home from patrols, but he always made it back before the early morning. Except for today.

“Mm, I’m sorry,” he coos. “I just wanted to let you know I’m back home.” The hero keeps in mind that he has to be gentle with your tired self, hoping his movements aren’t too sudden.

The tip of his nose grazes along your back, smelling the perfume on your shirt. His eyes close while relishing the moment with you. How he missed you so. There’s a scarred hand that glides tenderly down your arms; his fingertips trickle over your skin before they find themselves under your shirt.

“I missed you,” you grumble, fluttering your eyes open while continuing to feel full lips dress you over your top.

There’s a chuckle that is pulled from the hero as he leans his body upward to sneak a kiss onto your lips. “I missed you too.” As your eyes shift to spot your lover, you can see his hero suit is already off as he’s draped in night clothes. He wants all of you right now. His day like many others was hell and he just has to have you in his arms— bare. “Wanna sit up for me?”

You oblige willingly. He can see how drained you are, pulling you up by the waist. The hero’s position changes. With your eyes drooping once again, you decide to simply close them. Like this, you feel his knees on each side of you. He steals a kiss on your lips, soon tossing your top to the floor.

Keigo adores how you have enough consciousness to fold in on yourself. Your arms cuddle between your legs and your head is hung low. “I hate to do this to you when you were sleeping so peacefully.”

“Then let me sleep.”

His laugh makes you crack a smile, helping you fall back to mattress. On your side once again, you felt your underwear meet the same fate as your shirt. Golden eyes linger over your drowsy frame in attempt to shove away any impure thoughts. He could have his pretty birdie when you were awake.

He’s gentle when he pounces on top of you. Thick fingers tangle in your hair as he litters your temple in kisses. “You’re lovely,” he whispers along your cheek. “The loveliest.”

You hear his voice though you falter between reality and a dream state. A hand of yours reaches out to grip the hem of his sleeve, pulling him in. You say nothing but he falls on the bed to face you. Your body makes its way into his arms, taking in the cologne you missed so much. “Did you have a good day?” You groan.

“I got to think of you. My day was wonderful.”

“You’re so corny.” He chuckles at your insult, kissing your temple. “Sleep with me.”

“‘Night beautiful.”

#keigo takami #keigo x you #mha keigo #keigo x reader #keigo fluff #hawks comfort #keigo takami comfort #keigo comfort #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #birdie #hawks #keigo takami x reader

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simphellscape · 6 months

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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10TH, 2020 - 2:02PM // SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020 - 5:24PM // next | tw: cursing, horny bird (but not really smut or nothin don’t get too excited)

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020 - 5:24PM

It’s a pretty slow day for Keigo, oddly enough. Even though he’s working, it’s a rare time where he’s not having to rush from one side of the city to the next. It’s also a rare time where his bosses aren’t hounding him for information regarding his new “business arrangement”. The reprieve is nice, but the downtime is mind numbingly boring. He reminds himself that he should enjoy this, because the likelihood of this happening again anytime soon is very slim.

“I’m going to the store, Kei. Your constant pleas for chicken nuggets have finally pushed me over the edge.”

His heart hammers in his chest at the sound of your voice echoing through his head. In favor of texting, Keigo has taken to sending you a feather every day so that you can speak to him directly. When he’s working, it’s not very often that he can respond, anyhow. That, and he selfishly just wants to hear you instead of stare at a screen. He didn’t tell you that part. You were quick to send him voice snippets as soon as you two adopted this mode of communication. Little encouragements, quick jokes, anecdotes, updates, reminders. He usually hears from you a couple of times a day. It drives him mad for just a second every time he hears your voice, so soft and inviting, in his brain. He considers stopping by your apartment to see you during his patrol, since it was clearly going to be an easy day. Maybe he’ll even bring you a present. A trinket. A snack. A diamond ring. Who knows? Certainly not him.

His phone chirps in his pocket. When he fishes it out, he sees that it’s an email from the HPSC executive handling your case. The title line reads: RE: Trick Shot

Keigo has been exchanging occasional emails with her since the meeting with her three days ago. He’d worked out a vague schedule with her, outlining training, fittings, interviews, and the like. The goal was to have you out on the streets at the end of March; three months from now. It’s a good thing that you just had your last day at the tattoo shop, because the two of you are going to be incredibly busy until then by the looks of it.

He taps on the notification and reads the message.

Hawks,

I apologize for the wait, but I was able to find Trick Shot’s case file. Everything you need is attached.

If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to get in touch.

Thanks,

Kana Enomoto

True to her word, Keigo sees the file at the bottom: Trick_Shot.zip. The reason he asked for your case file is bi-fold: one, he knows that there will be information and footage that will be beneficial in training you, and two, he is desperately curious and impatient. The idea of analyzing your performance in battle has intrigued him since learning about your stint as a hero. This way, he doesn’t have to waste any extra time. He shoves his phone back into his pocket, favoring his computer for such a task. He jets back to his agency.

He lands on the balcony connected to his office with a thump and saunters through the glass doors. The space is much like his penthouse: lacking sentiment and personality. He doesn’t do this consciously. In fact, he doesn’t really notice. He just didn’t grow up like that.

He plops down in his plushy office chair and turns on his double monitors. He quickly punches in his password and pulls up his email. The message Kana sent is already in the process of being buried by other, less important ones, but he hones in.

In your file, much like any other hero file, there’s an assortment of interviews, news clips, assessments, and contracts. He immediately notices that your file is more well-stocked than many of the others he’s seen. There are so many files here that he almost feels overwhelmed. He knows that there’s probably a more efficient way of doing this, but he decides that the easiest way to start is to find items that interest him, either personally or professionally. If he thinks of anything he desperately needs to see, he can cue them up later.

As he begins to peruse the videos there, one catches his eye immediately: Trick_Shot_Perf_Eval_2016.mov.

A performance evaluation is something that hero agencies sometimes like to do when a hero demonstrates a significant change, good or bad. They usually set this up with the HPSC. After a 230 rank jump in 2016, Keigo isn’t surprised one bit to see that you were pulled for one. He clicks on the video, and it opens to you standing in an expansive outdoor arena. You look remarkably similar, but there are a few noticeable differences. You’re clearly younger. Your nose is slightly wider. Your cheekbones are a centimeter lower. Your chest isn’t as filled out.

He mentally slaps himself at that last thought. Focus, Keigo, he scolds himself.

“State your hero name, please.”

“Trick Shot.”

Your voice is more different here than any of the rest of you is. It’s higher pitched, by quite a lot.

“We’re going to commence the assessment now. Act as if this is a real scenario. Begin.”

Your stance immediately widens, and you visibly become more focused and alert. Your hands hover above your utility belt. Your eyes scan the room, deadly serious. The camera angle changes to a wider shot, encompassing the entire training arena. A foam projectile is hurled in your direction from your right. Your head jerks in its direction in half a second, right hand employing one of your throwing knives. You toss it with ease, though the force of your throw pins the projectile to the wall from whence it came, about 30 yards away. Impressive. You use this opportunity to crouch, both anticipating the height at which the projectiles are being thrown and the need to load your gun. You’re able to prepare your weapon without even looking at it, opting to instead continue to scan the room.

“I need help!”

Your head snaps in the direction of the sound and you spot a civilian. He’s feigning injury for the purpose of the scenario. It’s obviously some guy from the commission, because he’s a terrible actor. You sprint toward him, projectiles flying your direction. Instead of attacking them, you’re able to maneuver around them with ease. You duck, weave, even flip over every obstacle in your path. When you’re three quarters of the way to the civilian, a projectile is threatening to drop directly over him. You leap towards it, left leg extended. You swipe it to the side, causing it to land on the ground 10 yards away. You land in a controlled crouch, directly beside the civilian.

“Hi there, I’m Trick Shot. Are you injured?”

A projectile is thrown to your back. Without breaking eye contact with the civilian, you turn your body to aim your gun towards it, shooting directly through the center. The impact crumbles the foam.

“My leg hurts!”

You do a quick scan of his leg and begin to operate under the assumption that he’s unable to walk.

“Everything is gonna be just fine. I’m gonna help you get out of harm’s way. A medic will check you over as soon as possible. Sound good?”

You wait for a nod from the civilian and begin hoisting him over your shoulder. Smart, since he’s taller than you. Keigo worries that you’ll struggle to pick him up, but just like everything else in this task, you barely even break a sweat. You swiftly and safely carry the man to the right of the arena, gently placing him back down on the ground. An alarm sounds, signifying the end of the first portion of your exam.

“You’ve completed the rescue section. Reset for combat.”

You make your way back to your mark, shaking your limbs out in preparation. As you reach your mark, you remain totally neutral.

“The combat section is about to commence. Act as if this is a real scenario. Begin.”

Once again, you drop to an offensive stance. Hands hovering over your utility belt. Serious eyes scanning.

Keigo is aware that this section of the test is at the end for a reason. It’s the most difficult part, and it has the most opportunity to have points deducted. The quirk that is displayed by the ‘villain’ is randomized, so you have to be prepared for anything. He’s trying to maintain an analytic perspective of the video, but he can’t help but silently root for you.

Another commission officer emerges to your left, clad in bulletproof gear. You hear him enter and whirl towards him, weapon aimed with intent.

“Stand down. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make me.”

The stern nature of your tone is foreign to Keigo. He’s never heard you sound this commanding, this threatening. He feels redness creep across his face, and the familiar, but unexpected tingling of arousal. While Keigo is emotionally invested in protecting you, he can’t lie that women who can kick his ass excite him in the worst way. It’s even more exciting when it’s you. He blinks hard, willing himself to focus for a few more minutes.

Your opponent wastes no time on chatter and immediately attacks. He digs a gloved hand into the turf and launches a large patch in your direction. You spring several feet in the air, knees bent and gun drawn. As you descend, the patch of earth is dangerously close to your feet. Instead of it clipping you, as Keigo was expecting, you use it to propel yourself toward the enemy. Before he can even react, you’ve arched over his head. As you prepare yourself to land behind him, you unload two tranquilizer darts into his back. The alarm sounds once again. The exam is completed.

Keigo quickly pauses the video before the results section to check the timestamp. The entire exam took you five and a half minutes to complete, give or take. This is the first time that he’s seen anyone complete an evaluation of this caliber in less than eight. He’s shocked. He’s in awe.

He’s even more turned on.

He can deal with that problem later.

He presses play on the video again, eager to see the breakdown of the results. The grassy arena cuts to a black screen, white text outlining your performance.

Overall grade: 98/100

Rescue Section: 48/50

Combat Section: 50/50

Recommended Action: Further supplementation to suit/gear. Pair with rescue hero.

Damn right. Keigo knew that you were an excellent hero. If it wasn’t evident by your impressive rise in ranks all those years ago, then it was clearly evident now. He double checked the year and did some mental math. He’s even more fascinated when he realizes that you were freshly nineteen at the time of this test. You were ruthless. You were focused. You were determined. Same as you are today.

He considers the advice that the commission gave at the end of the video. Diversifying your arsenal was easy. He’d been thinking of creative and useful tools to give you already. You weren’t necessarily bad at the rescue portion. He imagines that you were deducted points off for overall speed. You could also only really attend to one person at a time in a situation like that. He could give you extra tools to make this easier, like some sort of anti-gravity tech or something.

Or, you could just work with him.

It makes a lot of sense, outside of the host of personal reasons Keigo has for wanting to partner with you. He has an excellent track record with citizen recovery. The nature of his quirk allows him to rescue multiple people at once with great ease and dexterity. You two also have an established chemistry, which is beneficial in a hero partnership. You have grown to be able to read each other well, from vocal cues to body language. It’s so eerie that Keigo has actually considered that you two share a few brain cells. This union is almost perfect. He just has to overcome the mountainous hurdle that is his romantic feelings toward you. That, and he has to resolve his new task of infiltrating a powerful, destructive organization of evil-doers. No big deal.

“Kei, hope you’re successfully kicking villain ass today. By the way, the store only had vegan nuggets, so I went home empty-handed. Sorry ‘bout your luck.”

As your voice bounces off the walls of his skull, his heart bounces off the walls of his rib cage. A giddy smile eases across his face, so wide that his cheeks hurt. Knowing that you’re thinking about him and cheering him on has him reeling. He imagines you’re lazing on your couch, wearing your comfiest clothes, holding his ruby feather to your mesmerizing lips. Whispering into it, soft breaths puffing against the down.

Or maybe, since you’re alone, you’ve ditched your sweatpants. Sprawled across the couch in a big t-shirt and panties.

Or maybe, you’ve ditched clothes entirely, trusting in the safety of your enclosed apartment to rid yourself of that pesky cloth imprisonment.

Or maybe, you’re still just fucking horny, Keigo thinks to himself. He sighs and drops his head in his hands. As he rubs his eyes, he tries to imagine something else. Cartoons. Paperwork. Kombucha. Something.

He opens his eyes only to meet with the persistent bulge in his pants. He sighs. He reminds himself that he’ll likely have some time to himself tonight after he’s off.

This whole ‘getting over his feelings for you’ thing might be more challenging than he thought.

His phone chimes. He lifts his hips to retrieve it from his back pocket. Of course, it’s you. It must be something that requires a response, otherwise you’d use his feather.

yo dude the weirdest thing just happened!! i accidentally wandered into the liquor store otw home and somehow this really delicious looking strawberry vodka ended up in my hands. i had no choice kei, i had to buy it. you should probably maybe definitely come by tonight after patrol to have some with me

Of course, he probably, maybe, definitely will go. If there’s two things he loves in the world, it’s you and the occasional boozefest.

that’s so weird!! wouldn’t want to let it go bad. i guess i’ll come over and drink if ur gonna twist my arm

Keigo’s plans for ‘self care’ often end up being interrupted. Normally, he would be pissed at the intrusion. But it’s you. His dick can wait.

His phone chimes again.

vodka doesn’t go bad, birdbrain

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that. Then again, you could probably call him anything and he’d answer to it.

His eyes flick up to the corner of his touchscreen to check the time: 5:55pm. He’ll be off in an hour. He’ll fly to his penthouse for a quick shower. Then, he’ll be able to spend the rest of the evening with you. He hums at the thought.

shhh >:( i’ll be there at like 7:30 or smth. lmk if you need anything before then :)

Keigo returns his attention to his computer screen after sending his reply. Now that he’s got something to look forward to other than shameless self-indulgence this evening, he seems to be more focused. After scanning the items present in your file once more, he’s drawn to one even more important than the clip he just watched.

Buried amongst the plethora of other things is your career summary, crafted and curated by the HPSC. It’s the most current document in the entire thing, having been edited mere days ago. He usually views this document first when going through any other case file, but the excitement of this being your case file caused it to escape his mind. Just as his mouse hovers over the link, his phone goes off again. It’s a call, which can only mean two things: his villainous new side-piece, or worse, an HPSC rep . He groans, swiping it off of its place on his desk. An unknown number flashes across the display, telling Keigo that it is, in fact, the aforementioned villainous side-piece. He takes a deep breath and answers.

“Yello.”

Keigo always kind of hates it when people answer the phone like that, and perhaps that’s why he does it now for the first time. Even though there’s nothing societally wrong with it, he wants to inject a little bit of asshole-ery into this conversation. Just for himself.

“Meeting at the usual spot tonight at 7. Don’t be late.”

His heart drops. This is worse than the whore-ish plans he had for himself tonight, before you extended the offer to drink with him. Far, far worse. He knows that this call to duty should rise above any other plans he might have for the rest of his day, but since those plans involve you, he can’t bring himself to ditch them. His synapses start firing at a million miles a minute as he speaks.

“No can do. I’ve got a press event after work today.”

“So, I see you’re still whipped for the adoring fans, hero boy.”

“You know what this is about. I have to keep up appearances in order for this to work.”

“If you actually cared about the cause, you wouldn’t even bother.”

“Baby, don’t be so clingy! We can have our little date tomorrow, I promise.”

Keigo has often used this sort of tactic to diffuse situations like this. There are a few reasons for this: it catches the recipient off guard, and it eases tensions, usually. Mainly, he needs to make himself laugh right now, to remain sane.

“I don’t need to keep you around, you know.”

“Oh, but you do,” he replies, all lightheartedness gone, “because I have connections that you never will. Information that you never will. I want to help you, and I will, believe me. But if this is ever going to work for either of us, you need to trust me. I can’t just stop going to press events or people will get suspicious. That’s the last thing we need.”

Static and the sound of shuffling fabric taint the pause that follows Keigo’s borderline threat. Every passing millisecond further convinces him that he’s fucked this up.

“If you don’t make it here by nightfall tomorrow, I’m done covering for your ass.”

With this, the line goes dead. Keigo lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his phone drops into his lap. His now empty hands run through his mane, pulling ribbons of tawny hair with them. The realization that he (hopefully) successfully lied to a man who holds Keigo’s entire life in his hands hits him like a freight train. He is both incredibly proud of and entirely ashamed of his ability to do that.

“Dabi,” he mutters to himself, “what the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

(a/n): and this is back too!! i actually have a bunch of this written out, so expect it! i also have the entire thing plotted out its just the writing part that escapes me lol

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So um…👉🏻👈🏻 I’m sorry for asking for another lol. You are the first(besides 1-2 friends) to actually write my request and I really appreciate it. Also, I just love your writing!

Could I maybe possibly ask for another request…👀if not, no worries! You can totally ignore this. I just love hawks at the moment lol so I need more of him😂 could I request another Hawks x Female reader, but this time they are married and the reader is pregnant. Maybe where the reader really wants to go out to go shopping but hawks thinks it’s too dangerous. But he decides that endeavor can be with her while hawks is working. I just thought this would be very cute and funny with endeavor awkwardly watching over her. And maybe hawks stops by to check on them😊

So sorry if this is too much!! You are more than welcome to change or add whatever you’d like. 🫶🏻

Mama Bird

(Oh of course love! Request any time, even send in multiple! They may take me a while to finally get to/finish, but I adore getting requests! (Would this also count as a platonic Endeavor fic…? …Maybe. I also added Fuyumi because I can))

Hawks x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Keigo has some last minute work come up, so he asks his friend to watch over you while you go out shopping.

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“Oh, you have work to do?” You spoke into the phone, tone slightly disappointed as you paused in putting your cards and other necessities into your purse.

“Yeah, sorry lovebird.” Keigo sighed, the distinct sound of his wings beating against the wind in the background, “If you really need to go get those groceries and such, I can ask a friend to accompany you. Afraid I won’t be off until a bit past our usual dinnertime.”

“That would be nice.” You hummed, resuming the packing of your purse, setting it on the living room coffee table as you moved down the hall to your shared bedroom. “We’re just running low on some necessary groceries, and I figured I could grab something for dinner and some craving foods, y’know?”

“Yeah,” a pause, followed by the sound of Keigo landing, a soft grunt of exertion leaving him, “You heading out in a bit? I’ll call that friend to drop by for you.”

“You calling Enji?”

“Of course I am!”

You giggled, imagining the inconvenienced look on the number one hero’s face upon hearing Keigo needed him to watch over you on his day off.

You both said your goodbyes, see you laters, and I love yous before ending the call, the red feathers Keigo left behind resting in your hair and on your shoulders as you rummaged through the closet.

After getting dressed, a jacket matching Keigo’s pulled over your shoulders, you walked back downstairs to grab your purse and house keys, stepping outside to wait for Enji to arrive. One hand rested comfortably on your growing stomach, the bump having only just begun to show, and your other hand held your phone, thumb scrolling through the latest news feed.

Your gaze lifted as a car pulled up in your periphery, Enji giving you his best annoyed-deadpan face as the car door opened.

You gave him your kindest smile, carefully stepping down the steps as he stepped out of the car to meet you halfway. As much as Keigo liked to toy with and poke the flaming bear of a man, and despite Enji’s past, you still showed him kindness and respect, something he clearly appreciated.

Fuyumi, who had taken up one of the backseats, gave you an excited wave and a beaming smile as your door was opened for you. “Hi (Y/n)! Figured since you’re shopping we could join you, since we also need groceries!”

“Oh hi, Fuyumi! How has the day been for you two?” You asked, settling into the passenger seat before Enji shut the door for you.

“It was going well, until Keigo called me in for this favor.” Enji huffed, sliding into the driver's seat.

You chuckled as your gaze drifted to the passing cars and buildings for a moment. “It just means he trusts you to help keep an eye on me.”

“My day’s been alright!” Fuyumi chimed in, “I just finished up my shift with the kindergartners in fact!”

“Are they little balls of terror or rays of sunshine?” You asked, smiling at Fuyumi through the windshield mirror.

“Both.” She sighed, sinking into her seat a bit to put more emphasis on it, “But I have no complaints, it’s a delight to watch over them!”

Soon enough, Enji had thankfully found a parking space somewhat close to the entrance of the mall, opening the passenger side door for you once again. You clamored out of the car, Fuyumi joining you at your side to walk beside you as Enji lingered a bit behind. You and Fuyumi shared a shopping cart, seeing as your shopping lists weren’t too long. You both talked about your respective jobs, Fuyumi giving stories about her day-to-day in her classroom, and you sharing details about your latest paintings.

Every now and then you glance back to Enji, asking him about his latest rescues and other feats, hoping to ease the awkwardness clinging to him. It was clear he was still new to basic outings like this.

He spoke of the latest villains he’d taken down, the progress of the three UA students he was training, all while wordlessly reaching up to grab a specific kind of pasta sauce you were trying to reach.

You gave your thanks, beaming up at him in a way that was uniquely you, missing the soft smile he returned when you were distracted by Fuyumi on your individual dinner plans.

The rest of your shopping trip went well, only a few fans of Enji’s had interrupted you. Most of those fans being children, surprised to see a pro hero in such a normal place such as a shopping mall. But thankfully, Enji took well to their attention, giving Fuyumi time to usher you both through checkout before your growing nerves could get to you due to the crowd of people in the store.

While walking back to their car with Fuyumi, Enji having been bombarded with more fans than he initially thought, you spotted a plume of red above you.

You glanced up as Fuyumi opened the trunk of the car, puffing your cheeks out in a playful manner as Keigo descended from the air.

“And what are you doing over here, mister?” You smiled at your husband, silently cooing at the flower he passed to you. “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

“What? I can’t come check on my wife?” Keigo replied, batting his eyes at you as he returned Fuyumi’s quiet wave of hello.

You playfully rolled your eyes, tucking the flower into your hair before shooing your husband away. “Alright, you should get back to work, love. People need you and Enji will give you an earful if he finds you here.”

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” Keigo laughed, kissing your cheek before taking off. “Be safe getting home!”

“You be safe flying around!”

You then turned to help with the groceries, but Fuyumi had already finished packing them away and was closing the trunk.

“Oh, I could’ve helped, Fuyumi!”

“Oh it’s alright,” Fuyumi smiled at you, trying to ease your worry, “you already looked worn out from today so I didn’t wish for you to push yourself.”

Enji joined you a few moments later, letting out a long sigh.

“A lot of fans?” You asked, thanking him as he once again got your door for you.

“Yes.” Enji sighed again, moving to get in the driver's seat and drive you home.

They both helped you take groceries inside, bidding you a good afternoon as they left. Now alone, you relaxed on the couch for a few hours, mindlessly watching TV while you waited for Keigo to tell you when he was headed home to start dinner. Those few hours passed quickly, and you urged yourself up and into the kitchen, slipping on an apron as you began dinner.

Midway through, you heard the front door open. Keigo’s feathers, which had been resting on your shoulders and in your hair, instantly moved to rejoin the others as the sound of his footsteps grew closer.

You sank back into Keigo’s hold as his arms wrapped around you, feeling his smile in the kisses he peppered on your face.

“How you feelin’, lovebird?” He mumbled, hands resting over your stomach as his face buried itself into your neck.

“Good, a bit worn out from today, but I’m good.” You pressed a kiss to his temple, one hand stirring the pot in front of you as your other hand joined his. “What about you?”

“The same. Good but worn out.”

You hummed. “Well, why don’t we finish dinner and then head to bed?”

“That sounds amazing. What else needs done? I’ll help with dinner.”

(So fun fact, in my area, we have these black and gray spider/mosquito-looking bugs, and supposedly they are mosquito eaters that don’t bite people. Except for me. They only ever bite me, because when I go outside, I’m the only one that gets bit and it’s always because of them. I got bit on my middle finger a while ago and lemme tell you it is NOT fun being allergic to bug bites. Instant pain, itchiness, and inflammation.)

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