Genre Preferences

your honor they’re flirting at tge function

wukong being possessive of the ones he loves but not in a obsessive love yandere way but in a loser that gets jealous really easily way. like mk getting mentored by macaque and wukong’s like “ehmmm what the flipflop” and is talking to mk like “i’m like such a good mentor like 1000x better than that emo guy.” like for 0 reason and mks like “oh my god are you serious” after getting a mountain collapsed on him for the fifteenth time. wukong getting oddly possessive of tripitaka on the journey when zhu bajie comes to the journey like “hey i’m like soooooo much better than zhu bajie on godd” while tripitakas about to get kidnapped by some other demon. by the end of the journey wukong gets really attached to everyone and is desperately tryna convince them to live in ffm. and then with macaque he’d be talking to some other guy and wukongs like. “ehm actually that’s MY warrior” and he notices himself end up doing it when they’re enemies and macaques like “dude wtf is ur problem” and wukongs just like “i fuckin hate u hoe” and then proceeds to just do the same thing over and over again. possessive wukong but he’s scared that his friends will abandon him bc he’s been abandoned so often (by macaque and when the pilgrims died) that he refuses to let it happen again.

grian chillin at his base

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

hes such a cutie pie

Unprofessional Desires

The sound of typing echoed through the agency’s office, the rhythmic clacking of keys blending with the distant hum of conversation outside the glass walls. You sat at your desk, eyes glued to the screen as you processed Hawks’ latest mission reports. Efficiency was your language, professionalism your creed, and nothing—not even the Number Two Pro Hero’s relentless flirting—would shake that.

Yet, here he was. Again.

Keigo “Hawks” Takami leaned against your desk, wings half-folded, golden eyes filled with mischief as he grinned down at you.

“So, I was thinking sushi tonight. There’s a new place in town, and I’d love some good company,” he drawled, tilting his head in that infuriatingly charming way.

You didn’t even pause in your typing. “No, thank you, sir.”

He clicked his tongue. “Cold as ever, huh? Come on, I’m your boss. That means you kinda have to say yes.”

Now, you did stop typing. You turned to him, giving him a level stare. “That would be an abuse of power, sir.”

Hawks threw his head back with a laugh, the motion causing a few red feathers to flutter onto your desk. “I like the way you say that. ‘Sir.’ All stern and proper. Ever think of loosening up a little, Y/N?”

“My professionalism is what keeps this agency running smoothly. Unlike some people, I take my job very seriously.”

Hawks placed a hand over his heart, feigning injury. “Ouch. I take my job seriously too! You think I don’t work hard?”

“You take your hero work seriously,” you corrected, turning back to your screen. “Everything else? Questionable.”

Hawks chuckled. “Touché. But you know, Y/N, there’s more to life than just work.”

“Not for me,” you replied, shutting down yet another attempt.

It didn’t stop there.

Hawks was nothing if not persistent. Over the next few weeks, he found every excuse to ask you out.

“I got two VIP tickets to a concert. It’d be a shame to waste them.”

“No, thank you, sir.”

“The agency Christmas party is coming up. You and me—best dressed duo?”

“I’ll be working the event, sir.”

“I saved a kitten today. That means I deserve a reward, right? Dinner?”

“You have an entire fan club willing to reward you, sir.”

At some point, even the other sidekicks started noticing. Mirai, one of the rookies, whispered to you in passing, “You know, people would kill for a date with him.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m not interested,” you had replied, shutting down the conversation just as efficiently as you did Hawks’ invitations.

One evening, after an especially grueling day at the agency, you found yourself still at your desk long after everyone else had gone home. The sky outside was painted in deep hues of orange and purple, and the city lights flickered to life below.

Hawks appeared again, but this time, he wasn’t leaning against your desk with a smirk. He held two steaming cups of coffee, placing one beside you without a word.

You glanced up, wary. “What’s this?”

“Peace offering,” he said, pulling up a chair. “No date talk. Just coffee.”

You hesitated before taking a sip. The warmth seeped through your fingers, and for once, you allowed yourself a small moment of reprieve.

Hawks studied you for a long moment before speaking. “You ever wonder why I keep asking?”

You sighed. “Because you enjoy pushing my buttons?”

He chuckled but shook his head. “Nah. It’s because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m something untouchable. You don’t care about the fame, the hero title, the charm—none of it works on you. And for once, I kinda like that.”

You frowned. “And that makes you want to date me?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “Because you’re real. And I think I need that.”

You stared at him for a long moment before shaking your head. “It’s still unprofessional.”

He smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep asking until you change your mind.”

And somehow, you knew he would.

Yall cant tell me they ain’t hitting the same pose 😭

Huh.

Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

Artist: Anthony Holden / Guillermo Martinez / Octavio E. Rodriguez

slowly getting back into monkie kid...... help

OMGGG!! if you end up writing it PLSSSSS tag me in it cz god i love keigo <3333

'' DEPOLLUTE ME , GENTLE ANGEL ,,

|| pairings: hawks x reader / keigo takami x reader

|| warning: a little suggestive, but it stops, other than that its comfort <3 listen to the song "We'll Never Have Sex" and you'll understand. reverse comfort

|| word count: 0.8k

Hawks. Number two hero in all of Japan. Fastest hero in all the country, youngest too, only age 22 and he was number two. Everyone seemed to want a piece of him, woman, man, anyone. It made sense, of course, he was attractive. He acted carefree, always with a boyish grin on his face and everything he did seemed so effortless. Perhaps that was apart of the problem.

No matter what he did, everyone made their assumptions. Made their ideas, believing him to be a playboy or some sex-driven man. He hated it. Keigo was told to just let it happen, it was good publicity. Especially with how much his fans ate it up, he complied. He let it happen.

That all changed when he met you. Who's hands were never quick, never yearning in a way to get his clothes off. Your hands were soft, gentle. Always caring, never forcing. Keigo didn't understand it, why weren't you trying anything? Why weren't you trying to make him apart of a fantasy?

Your soft lips against his as you sat in his laps, but it wasn't quick. Not 'hot and bothered' as some may speculate, no, it was slow and careful. His hands placed on the small of your back as the two of you kissed. It was a comfort, it was wonderful. Something Keigo always yearns after he finishes a hard day of a hero, to come home where you'd swing by. Watch a movie, make some food, just be together. Sweet kisses exchanged, tonight was no different. The only small change was that those small kisses turned to a small make-out.

You, who'd move your hands just a bit down, down Keigo's chest. He didn't want it to stop, but at the same time it felt like too much. Something he wasn't ready for, not yet at least. The vermillion feathers ruffled behind him as he forced himself to let this happen. You, on the other hand? You stopped and pulled away, cupping his face in your hands as you pressed a gentle kiss on Keigo's scarred cheek.

"Why'd you stop?" Your boyfriends question was barely above a whisper as he held you close. He didn't understand, was he not kissing you well enough? Not being good enough for you?

"Because you wanted to stop," You ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. One that's been kissed by the winds that he flew through during the day. Before he could try to fight back you continued. "I could tell your hesitation, love."

"Dove, we can keep going-"

"When you're ready."

Keigo stared at you with his golden eyes, staring up at you as you mindlessly brushed through his hair with your fingers. Untangling any mess that had happened from the day, taking out any small pieces of dirt or debris from the day. He didn't understand. No, he wasn't a virgin, why were you acting like he was? He held you tighter as he pushed his face into the plush of your neck.

Taking a deep inhale of your scent as he relaxed under your touch.

"Thank you."

You knew how the media treated him, as some sort of sex symbol. Always putting him on a pedestal as the number two hero, fastest hero in all of Japan. It killed you everytime you'd see an article of some made up scandal Keigo was supposedly apart of. You'd compare that article to your boyfriend. The man who'd come home, dragging his feet against the wooden floor. Eyebags under his eyes once he wiped the make up he used to conceal it. He was exhausted, overworked. Yet all the media saw was some one-dimensional man.

With a small hum, you shook your head and pushed a small kiss to your winged boyfriends forehead. Lingering there for a few moments before pulling away. A small smile on your face as you kept your gaze on him.

"You don't need to thank me, Keigs."

"But I should, you-"

You pushed your finger against his lips, a small smirk danced on your lips as you huffed.

"I don't wanna do anything you're not comfortable with. We don't have to do anything soon," With a small sigh, not of disappointment, you pressed your forehead against his. Fluttering your eyes closed as you kept speaking softly. "I kiss you just to kiss you, Keigo. If you don't wanna go too far, we don't have to. I'll be as patient as you need."

Your words hit a chord somewhere in Keigo. He always felt so pressured to do.. Well, anything. Hero work, the Commission, friends, enemies. He had so many things he had to do. But with you? He could go his pace for once. Not Hawks'. Not the man he presented to be, not the fastest hero in Japan. Just Keigo. He could go as slow as he needed, and you'd be there to support him.

"I love you," He whispered softly, his voice trembling just the smallest bit as he kept his emotions in check. Trying not to cry.

"I love you too, my darling."

"I love you," He repeated again. And again. And again. He kept whispering it as he kissed your neck softly, not a tease, not to lead up to something else. But because he could, because he wanted to.

"My gentle angel."

|| GUYS. GUYS. IM CHDBSIUBSIBVIDBLDVSAA i love keigo oml. i love how complex he is, he means sm to me OOOMMMLLLLLL :(( TO BE CLEAR!! im not anti-sex or smth, i js find it interesting to see the difference between hawks and keigo. i can make a whole essay on this