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dabihawks but they like to explore abandoned places!
hawks being a capricorn makes so much sense to me
can we just talk about how tragic hawks' story is
from a young age, he was shamed for his quirk. then the commission came along and exploited a child for his quirk. his whole life was centred around his quirk and being a hero. then he lost it in a battle. he was so young too like he was in his early twenties i think?? AND it was not long after dabi burned his wings. i feel so bad for hawks i just want to give him a hug :(
they’re just woke up 😈
Keigo got even hotter after the timeskip, I do not care😕
Look at that face🥹🥹 I LOVE HIM
Introduction?!? 😱
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Hihi! This is just a little about me incase anyone wants to be my moot!
My names Cass, or you can call me Cece (a self given nickname👍). I’m fifteen! So please don’t DM me if you’re over nineteen or under fourteen!^.^
I play MHUR quite a bit.
Like I said, quite a bit (°▽°) I’m also a rapid Toga and Strike Dabi main, i for sure wanna main Ochako and Hawks more. That being said I’d also really love to make some friends who play MHUR, I’m not the greatest at it but I really wanna get some more friends on there >.<
I’ve got different mangas that I’m yet to read, but I keep wasting my money and buying more than I need(・Д・)
I enjoy a couple different anime’s— MHA, Kuroshitsuji, JJK, and Kotaro lives alone. I know it’s not a lot but it’s so hard for me to get into anime’s even if I wanna watch them, the second I start I just wanna do something else even if I wanna know whats gonna happen😭
Some characters I favour
MHA—
Dabi (Touya Todoroki)
Hawks (Keigo Takami)— I love him, he’s so babygirl coded
Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)
Himiko toga
Ochako Ururaka
JJK-
Shoko Ieiri
Sukuna Ryomen
Utahime Iori
Choso Kamo
Yuji Itadori
Kuroshitsuji—
Vincent Phantomhive— sorry but he was SO fine.
Undertaker (Adrian Crevan)- I’ve always loved him, ever since I first watched.
Cheslock (from the Weston college arc)
Elizabeth Midford
Herman Greenhill (Weston college arc)
Some mangas I’ve got (none are full collections)—
Kuroshitsuji
Death Note
MHA
Kirby Mania
JJK
And some more<3
Im not really big on shipping but here’s some of the ships I think are cute—
Togachako
IzuOcha
MiruHawks
DabiHawks
Sukugo
Shoko X me.
Anyways, if you have any questions my inbox is open!<3 feel free to send in something there— or in dms<3
If MHA characters were native english speakers Mina would have a thick Brooklyn dialect, Hawks would be Australian and Momo would be British
Felt like dropping my Izuku sketches (plus a bonus hawks sketch) bc I literally was flipping through my sketchbook and I was like. “Wow I’ve rlly improved!!” So here they are.
Forwarding my hawks joins the LOV era head cannons of raptor claws and feet
Keigo Tamaki “Hawks” x “Villain accomplice” Reader
“Soulmates”
🌙scenario
You were apart of a villain group,pretty well known around Japan. You were raised as a child, refusing to help them or harm anyone but yet you were considered a villain for being an “accomplice”. It was a world where meeting your soulmate was pretty high. Hawks was undercover trying to find more about the dangerous group of villains posing as one.
His plans went downhill as soon as you and him talked as he posed accidentally revealing his identity, your name appeared on his wrist. He knows you have his on yours. Now, not only do you know his real name, but you know his location. He needed to get you to trust him. He prayed to whatever God that was laughing at him gave him a bit of luck in this. He wanted to save you.
"You have a minute to chat?"
"Um sure..." you told him a bit unease by his intentions,
"but we have to hurry..."
He looked relieved that you agreed to let him talk to you. He nods before opening his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He glanced around, trying to find a good spot where they could talk privately.
"Follow me," he said and started walking to a different corridor, hoping you'd follow.
You followed in a hurry as you looked around for any suspicion. He walked a few hallways down before he found a secluded room.
"In here," he said as he stepped inside, holding the door open for you to go in as well.
You thanked him and headed in as you looked at him with a confused look,
"what is it you wished to speak about?.."
He quickly closes the door behind him, a bit of nervousness on his face. He sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I want to know you more," he said bluntly, not beating around the bush.
You were shocked by his response you've been researching on your own about him, the number 2 hero wanted to know more of you...
"T-that's surprising..." you let out softly but furrowed your brows
"But we can't..."
He pushed himself off the wall, walking closer to you, taking long, purposeful strides. He stared down at you with his golden eyes, clearly interested. You were his soulmate, he wanted to get close to you despite his better judgment.
"Why can't we?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.
"T-this isn't right... I've commuted my life here..."
He slowly reached a hand out, his fingers gently grasping your chin so he could tilt your face up. He stared down at you silently, as if studying and examining your facial expressions, hoping that he could find a hint about how you were really feeling.
"You're my soulmate," he said, the words falling from his lips like a statement of fact.
"I-I know but I researched about you and ... any time you could just ruined the life's of those whom are here..." you spoke softly, you also wanted to know more but this wasn't right.
He let out a scoff, his grip gently pulling at your chin as he pulled your face closer toward him. He stared at you, his intense stare searching your eyes for all the answers that you won't say out loud.
"Is that all you think of me?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice. He couldn't believe that you thought he'd just upend your life for his own satisfaction.
"A-as much as I want to know about you I can't..." you looked at him with pleading eyes trying to make him understand you.
He stared down at you for a few moments, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly. He wanted to pull you even closer to him, to force you to give him a better answer, but he restrained himself.
"Then why did the universe pair you with me?" he asked, his voice now a bit more frustrated than before.
"I'm not sure..." you really weren't, this was the worst paring you've seen happen and what was worse was it happened to you.
He watched as your expression became more troubled, clearly conflicted as thoughts run through your mind. He let out another scoff, annoyed that you were being so difficult. His grip on your chin didn't loosen, his fingers still holding your face up towards him.
"Tell me the truth," he said firmly, his voice low and serious. He wanted, no needed, to know the real reason why you were rejecting him.
"I... I can't leave this place... I treasure it... with all my heart..." you sighed as you didn't feel any pain in his grip you knew he didn't have any harmful intentions.
His intense stare searched your face for a few more moments before he let out a sigh of his own. He released his grip on your chin, letting his hand fall to his side. He took a step back, putting a little bit of distance between you two, his eyes still locked on you.
"Then tell me, do you treasure me at all?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable. He was trying to keep his cool, but it was clear how much his question was affecting him.
Your eyes widen in shock as you heard his words "do you treasure me at all?", those words remained on your mind entirely.
"I-I..."
He watched as your eyes widened at the question, an almost hopeful expression etched across his face. He was desperately trying to read your facial expressions, waiting for the answer to his question. His heart was beating hard in his chest, the anticipation making him almost nervous.
"Yes or no," he prompted quietly, his eyes still locked on you, searching for any sign of how you truly felt about him.
"-I don't know" you eyes narrowed down,
His expression darkened slightly as soon as the words left your mouth. He took a step closer again, his hand reaching out to touch your chin again, tilting your face up to look at him. His eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
"You don't know?" he repeated, his voice a low, almost dangerous tone. "After everything, you still don't know if you treasure me or not?"
You clasped your hands around his softening his gaze
"I-I can't leave..., Do you understand me...?"
He looked down at your hands clasped around his, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He understood your position, hell, it was the same as his, yet he couldn't help but have a small feeling of disappointment. He wanted you to say that you treasured him, despite the circumstances. Despite his better judgment.
"I do," he said quietly, his voice soft and low. He looked at you intently, his eyes trying to convey how he was feeling without words.
"I treasure you... dearly..." you felt the warmth of his hands "b-but I don't know what to do..." you told him as your heart ached could you really leave?, would you feel guilty?..
His expression softened a little bit when you told him that you treasured him. A slight sigh escaped his lips, his eyes still locked on yours. He could see the conflict in your eyes, the internal struggle that you were going through, and he understood it all to well.
"I... I know," he replied quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see how conflicted and distressed you were, and he wanted to do something, anything, to ease your mind.
His thumbs caress the back of your hands gently, his touch soft and warm. His eyes watched you closely, studying your facial expressions, trying to read you.
"Can I ask you a question?" he inquired, his voice low and soft. He wanted to ask you something that had been on his mind since meeting you, but he was a little hesitant to say it out loud.
"Y-yes..?" You responded softly as you felt his touch warm your heart.
He took a slight pause, still gently caressing the back of your hands with his thumbs. He looked down, suddenly seeming unsure and nervous about what he was going to ask you. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before looking back up at you, his eyes locking with yours. He took a deep breath before asking his question:
"If I asked you to run away with me, right now... would you do it?"
"W-what?!.." you screamed but whispered softly trying not to alert the others
"d-do you mean it?.."
He quickly looking around the room to make sure no one had heard it. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he looked back at you and nodded, a serious but gentle expression on his face.
"I mean it," he replied, his voice low and firm. He was dead serious. If you agreed, he would take you and run right then and there.
"I-..." you pause as memories of this place replace, the struggles, pain it cause you but you still couldn’t leave..
His eyes widened at your response, a look of surprise and relief washing over his face.You had said yes.
He hadn't expected you to agree so easily, but he thanked whatever God was in charge of fate for that. He squeezed your hands gently in reassurance as a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
He wanted to say something, to express his gratitude and happiness at your decision, but his words failed him. So instead he just pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He held you close, his chin resting gently on top of your head. As you welcomed his embrace you felt his heart beat rapidly, you snuggled against him as you felt his hug tighter.
He held you close against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like a protective barrier. He breathed in your scent, memorizing it as if it was the last time he'd get to be so close to you. He gently nuzzled his face against the top of your head, his chin lightly rubbing against your hair. He was trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, but it refused to slow. It was pounding loudly, like a loud drum in his chest, the sound in his ears almost deafening, his wings surrounded you and him.
He gently pulled away from the embrace just enough to look down at you, his arms still wrapped around you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as if he was seeing you for the first time. He reached up and gently caressed your cheek, his touch tender and loving.
"I can't believe you're actually coming with me," he breathed out, his voice a mixture of disbelief and relief.
You looked up at you could tell he was happy, releaved...
"Yes..." you whispered softly, His smile grew wider at your response, a warm, gentle expression on his face. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over the contour of your cheekbones, almost as if to make sure this was real and not a dream.
He couldn't believe that you had agreed to leave with him, to start a new life together.
It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and for the first time in a long time he felt... hopeful.
He gently pulled you closer to him again, enveloping you in his embrace once more.
He buried his face in your hair, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he held you close against him. He breathed deeply, savoring your scent and warmth as he took a moment to just be in this moment with you. Finally, he pulled away again, his hands still gently holding your face as he looked deeply into your eyes.
"We should probably get going. The longer we stay here, the higher the chance someone will find us," he said quietly, his voice a soft, low whisper.
You nodded in agreement,
"W-wait..."
He looked down at you as you spoke, a curious expression on his face. His hands were still resting gently on your cheeks, his touch warm and protective. He tilted his head slightly, silently asking you to continue. You leaned into his lips closely as you stopped your self hoping he's continue waiting for a response in his body to move along, He watched as you leaned closer to him, your face closing in on his own.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized what you were about to do, and for a moment he froze. But then, almost instinctively, he leaned in as well, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tender kiss. He pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you like a vice, holding you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss passionately.
"M-mph!!." Your heart fluttered, you loved hawks... after everything he was still willing to be with you, to protect you, and to treasure you.
You deepened his kiss as you your tongue was eager for more, He felt your tongue seeking entrance, and he happily granted it. His own tongue met yours in a dance that was both familiar and thrilling at the same time. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss even more. He relished the feeling of your body pressed against his, the warmth and the intimacy of the moment filling him with a sense of happiness and contentment that he hadn't known in a long time.
You couldn't breath but it didn't matter to you because all you had was him, He was the first to pull away from the kiss, his heart racing and his breathing ragged. He leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours as he gasped for air. He was overwhelmed with emotions. Happiness, anticipation, relief, but most of all, love. He loved you more than anything in the world, and now he was finally getting the chance to be with you, without all the complications and obstacles in their way.
He pulled away just enough to look down at you, his eyes roaming over your face again, taking in every detail.
He smiled gently as he saw your tears of joy and the way your eyelashes fluttered and your tongue stuck out as you panted. He gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his hand moving to caress your hair as he spoke.
“f-fuck..” he let out a soft grow as his body betrayed to keep calm..
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of love and tenderness. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment before he pulled away again.
"H-hawks..." you panted as you slightly moaned out his name
He swallowed hard as he heard you moan out his name, the sound of it sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his heart racing in his chest. His body ached to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his once again.
"Yes, my love?" he breathed out, his voice low and gravelly. His lips gently caressed your skin as he moved down to your neck, leaving tiny, soft kisses along the way.
You looked at him eagerly,
"I-just once more k-kiss..." your cheeks fluttered
He smiled at how eager and impatient you were for his touch. He gently took your face in his hands again and looked down at you for a moment, just taking in your flushed cheeks and eager expression. His eyes roamed over your face, savoring the way you looked in this moment.
"You know I can't say no to you," he murmured quietly before leaning in and capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his tongue immediately seeking access to your mouth.
As you felt his tongue ask for it to be let it you opened it in a hurry you wanted to feel his touch... as he pulled away he kissed your neck softly hearing your sweet moan as he left marks.
He could feel your eagerness in the way you opened your mouth for him, and it only fueled his own desire. He pulled away from your mouth and moved to your neck, his lips kissing and biting the tender flesh there. He left behind small markings as his mouth moved across your skin, wanting to leave evidence of his touch.
His body ached with need as he listened to the sweet moans and sounds you were making, the sounds music to his ears to hear how much you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
And with that you both made your plan to escape... and love eachother with all eternity.
Everything was set, they had a plan and the only thing left to do was execute it. But for now, they both still clung to each other, savoring the moment before they left.
Hawks held you tightly in his arms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed you in once more. He couldn't help himself, he never wanted to let go. But he knew that they couldn't stay here much longer, they had to leave.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered into your ear, his voice soft and gentle.
"Yes..." you whispered in his ear softly
He nodded against your neck, his arms tightening around you protectively. He could feel your heart racing in your chest, your breathing still ragged from their passionate kisses earlier. He pulled away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you, a serious expression on his face.
"We'll be fine, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you," he said quietly kissing you once more.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Let's go."
Hawks becoming president is absolutely fucking wild. I like to imagine he didn't even campaign properly, it was just Brent Peterson levels of goofiness, with him spamming social media every day and then he somehow gets elected. What timeline is this holy shit dude.
💖Vote for me, president of the United States, I am Keigo Takami💖
Some K. Takami Headcanonsᯓ★
꩜A/n: this is just for fun! So no hate towards me pls, for this is my first post.
꩜ Cw: non-NSFW; I used my Bnha OC "Iris Hayashi", so if your wondering who that is, that's who.
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Personality & Habits
- Despite his laid-back demeanor, he's constantly observing everything around him—his brain never truly shuts off, even when he looks relaxed.
- He’s a really fast eater. Not because he’s rude, but because he’s always been used to eating on the go. Iris probably has to remind him to slow down.
- He sleeps in weird positions, sometimes with his wings sprawled out awkwardly. He’s the type to wake up tangled in his blankets.
- He hates being cold. His body runs naturally warm, but if he gets even a little chilly, he complains about it and immediately seeks out warmth (like clinging to Iris).
- He talks with his hands a lot and sometimes forgets his feathers move along with them, which can be really distracting in a conversation.
- He’s surprisingly good at card games and has an excellent poker face. You’d never catch him slipping in a game of bluff.
- Despite being fast, he has a habit of showing up late to casual things. He’s always on time for missions, but if it’s something like a dinner plan, expect him to be at least five minutes late—and with an excuse.
- When he’s exhausted, his voice gets really raspy, almost to the point where it’s unrecognizable.
Hobbies & Interests
- He actually enjoys reading, but he prefers books with short chapters so he can take breaks between missions without losing track of the story.
- He has a soft spot for older, classic anime. He doesn’t have time to binge-watch shows, so he’ll watch one or two episodes when he can.
- He enjoys cooking but hates baking—too many precise measurements. He’d rather eyeball things.
- He’s good at darts. Insanely good. Almost unfairly good.
- Loves music, especially anything upbeat or relaxing. If Iris is into music too, he’ll love sharing earbuds and swapping playlists with her.
- He actually likes drawing but never takes it seriously. His sketches are mostly silly little doodles of things he finds funny.
- He has a secret love for really dumb conspiracy theories. He doesn’t believe them, but he finds them hilarious. He’ll absolutely bring up some wild theory just to see Iris’s reaction.
- Loves being outside but hates bugs. If one gets caught in his feathers, you’ll hear about it.
Relationship & Affection
- He’s naturally flirty, but when he’s truly in love (like with Iris), he dials it back in public because he doesn’t feel the need to overdo it. His affection becomes more intimate, quiet, and sincere.
- He remembers everything about the people he cares about. Even small, seemingly insignificant details.
- Physical affection is second nature to him. He’s the type to reach for Iris without thinking, whether it’s holding her hand, resting his chin on her head, or wrapping a wing around her.
- He loves forehead kisses and will do them casually, just because.
- If he’s jealous, he won’t make a scene, but he will get a little passive-aggressive in the most Hawks way possible—sarcastic comments, extra clinginess, or flexing his speed just to remind everyone who she belongs to.
- He loves being babied in private. If Iris plays with his hair, kisses his forehead, or calls him soft pet names, he melts. He won’t admit how much he loves it, though.
- He’s a light sleeper, but if Iris is next to him, he sleeps a lot better. If she moves around too much (which she does), he just pulls her closer instead of letting her roll away.
Miscellaneous
- He has selective hearing. If it’s boring paperwork talk, he tunes out, but if Iris mumbles something cute under her breath, he hears it.
- He has surprisingly neat handwriting for someone who moves so fast all the time.
- He definitely steals fries off Iris’s plate like it’s a given right.
- His wings react to his emotions involuntarily. If he’s embarrassed, they puff up slightly. If he’s annoyed, they flick. If he’s happy, they give little excited twitches.
- He absolutely sneaks into Iris’s house if she forgets to lock the door (which she does).
- He has so many sunglasses. Not because he needs them, but because they make him feel cool.
- He’s terrible at sitting still. If he’s forced to stay in one place too long, expect him to start messing with his feathers, tapping his foot, or leaning into Iris just to stay occupied.
- He lowkey wants a pet bird but worries it would feel like adopting a distant cousin.
- He doesn’t mind storms, but thunder sometimes makes his feathers bristle if it’s too sudden.
- If he sees Iris wearing his jacket or using his wings as a blanket, he immediately enters smug boyfriend mode.
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꩜A/n: Hope you enjoyed this post! If you did obviously, please like 🙏 And ask if you want more, or if I should continue posting.
On my way to read chapter 1 ehheheheheheh 😈
(btw, such an amazing job you do! I've been reading your fics since I found Feather Bound (≧▽≦) )
With Love, Mr. President just got a new chapter!!
A current WIP on my Ao3. Follow Keigo on a postwar journey as he navigates his new job and a secretary that just loves to give him shit.
Smut and angst galore 🤭❤️
damn, I never thought this could get so many likes(notes? thanksssss) 😶
Just recreating some manga panels 😗
Just recreating some manga panels 😗
kind of an actor au where the characters of my hero academia are also voice actors and takami keigo is literally EVERYWHERE. He genuinely is in so much media that it's impossible to list all his roles... and hes never the main character or anything! Just a supporting character, maybe even ones that don't have much screen time! And whenever he shows up, it blindsides people every. single. time.
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒕.𝟐!
𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟐! (Pt.3) (pt.1)
I fear I may be a Hawks apologist, which I didn’t know was a thing until yesterday 😙
Always!! Yk ik I love my heartbreaking ships!! Especially when they weren’t canon!!!! So be ready for some DabiHawks posts.
Hii.. been gone a while exams and then Summer then hung out with friends alot but yk,, also.. then yk kinda went back into my MHA phase. Soo.. yk now I have a new huper fixation xxx
Expect gay MHA ships (popular & rareships) posts coming soon ‼️
HE LOOKS SO COOL IN THE NEWEST POPULARITY POLL ART RAGGHGHGHG
𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪
Part 4!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚
© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.
𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞 [𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨]
synopsis. You were a former hero commission hero but when you made a simple mistake in a mission the commission sent you on they deemed you unfit and fired you, hence made you out to be a villain to the public. A few years later you meet your old partner Hawks out on his nightly patrol then you guys make up….made out .. :3
— content warnings. sorta plot with smut, eating out, p to v, kissing, sex sex sex, not really coordinated well? i think? dom/sub hawks
— W.C 2.3k
— authors note. This has been rotting in my drafts for like a year now but i thought i should post something…so..heres this!! Im rlly sorry if it’s formatted kinda weirdly, imo the smut is also written sorta weird but i think thats just me..overthinking it ANYWAYS enjoy reading <33 also Thank you FOR 100 FOLLOWERS?? i didn’t expect my blog would reach that much so TYTY.
Hawks sighed heavily, leaning back in his office desk chair, elbows propping on the armrests. He rubbed his tired eyes, tilting his head back, attempting to avoid eye contact with the stack of paperwork that lay out before him.
Every muscle in his body ached with exhaustion. It felt like he had been sitting in this same spot for days, poring over reports and documents in an endless cycle of busy work. As the number-two hero, the public demanded nothing but his very best. They expected him to always be alert and swift in responding to any crisis, dealing with volatile situations and dangerous villains with calm precision.
But they didn't see this part. They didn't witness the countless late nights spent filling out forms, compiling statistics, and attending meetings after meetings. No cameras captured the headaches induced by mind-numbing bureaucracy or the frustration of dealing with petty politics. This was the hidden cost of his elevated rank—an incessant paper-pushing grindstone that wore him down more than any actual fight ever could.
Slowly dragging his hands down his face, Hawks sighed again as the aches and knots of tension complained loudly in his neck and shoulders. For a brief moment, he considered using his feathers to shred just a few stray documents, to do less work.
He stretched his arms over his head and rolled his tense muscles, his wings fluttering restlessly behind him. All he wanted at that moment was to forget. To spread his wings and fly through open skies, feeling the wind ruffle through his feathers as he left his troubles far below.
Tilting his chair back as far as it would go, he gave a long-suffering look at the piles of work that towered precariously around him, silently pleading with it all to spontaneously catch fire or simply vanish into thin air. With a resigned sigh, Hawks dropped all four chair legs back to the floor and reluctantly pulled the topmost file towards him once more, bracing himself for another grind of the ever-turning wheel.
Hawks rubbed his tired eyes once more, feeling his motivation drain away with each mundane paragraph he read. At this rate, he'd be here all night and well into the morning. With a groan, he tossed the file back onto the pile, temporarily defeated. Maybe a quick break was what he needed to recharge his focus.
Pushing away from his desk, Hawks stood and stretched out his cramped body to its full height, his wings unfolding to their full span. A midnight flight around the city was just what he needed. The cool night air and darkened streets would do wonders for clearing his cluttered mind.
Stepping out onto his office balcony, Hawks took a few steps back, then launched himself into the sky with his wings. He flew high, circling up towards the crowning heights of the skyscrapers that shone below. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep breath of the fresher air, feeling tensions beginning to melt away already.
As he glided back down towards street level, Hawks scanned the sidewalks lazily while lost in thought. He was mulling over the options when movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention.
Your shadow slipped between alleyways, scanning for any civilians in the area. Suddenly flashes of red nearing a rooftop drew your eye—a familiar winged silhouette.
Going on a nearby rooftop, you spotted Hawks looking down, trying to find who or what he saw.
You and Hawks used to know each other pretty well in your teen years when you dreamed of being a great hero. So when you were selected by the Commission to become one, you were ecstatic. But from day one, Keigo Takami made things... complicated.
You two went way back to your training days, though you mostly kept your head down back then. Once in the pro scene though, Takami always found ways to rile you up during sessions, whether with sly taunts or risky stunts that pushed protocol to the limit.
Part of you wanted to throttle that arrogant asshole, but another part couldn't deny the thrill he made you feel.
Late nights spent training turned into more..private scenarios. For a time, it was nice to find solace in each other. But then came the ruling—you'd been deemed "not hero material" after one mistake, ruining your future. That's when Takami tried to connect with you again, but the hero commission wouldn't even allow him to be close to you to not damage the reputation he already made with the public.
"You're up rather late for a hero," you whispered directly into his ear, barely suppressing a chuckle at his startled flinch. Golden eyes met yours warily, yet he made no move to escape our intimate embrace.
"I'm off duty," was his measured reply. "And you?" Smoke clung thick to the memories in his eyes.
Your fingers, carefully gloved, traced the proud arch of his wings, feeling tension bleed away slowly. "Care for some company, Keigo?"
He held your gaze steadily, considering. At last he nodded, extending a hand. “Not that I can shake you off anyway,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
You sat together on the secluded rooftop, settling close against one another. As you caught up, you both couldn't help but feel deprived of each other's touch; it had been far too long since you'd seen one another face to face. Sure, he'd heard about you through others in the commission, but being here together was different somehow.
When your voices at last fell silent, a gentle touch turned your chin to meet Hawks' searching eyes. "Y/N…" he murmured, leaning in so your faces were mere inches apart. One of his wings stretched out to block any view from the street below, enveloping you both in its feathery embrace.
Hawks closed the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft yet insistent kiss.
One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, as the other wrapped around your waist to draw you flush against his body. You felt even better than he remembered.
When your lips parted under him, Hawks held back a groan as he rested his forehead against yours as you both panted for air. Wisps of steam rose between the two of you in the chill night.
If he tasted you fully, it would undo his last shred of willpower.
“You're going to be the end of me.." Hawks murmured thickly. Already, he ached to have more, but taking you here against the railing would be too brazen, even for his recklessness.
"Then take me somewhere more...private then," you shot back in a sinful whisper.
With a sly smile, Hawks swept you into his arms in a bridal carry, wings already prepared for launch. "Hold on tight.”
Hawks kicked off from the roof of the building and took flight, relishing your tight grip around his shoulders. The thrill of having you in his arms sent adrenaline surging through his veins.
He landed lightly on the balcony of his high-rise apartment, still holding you securely against his chest. Your masked face was turned up to meet his gaze.
"I.. I really missed you," Hawks murmured, pressing you back against the wall with his body. He caged you in with outspread wings, feathers gently ghosting your skin.
"Me too.." you replied. Your hands came up to roam his body just as eagerly.
Hawks captured your lips in a searing kiss, conveying all his pent-up needs and desires without restraint. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet he'd never felt more alive.
Kicking open the balcony doors, he swept you inside and laid you down on his plush sofa. His hands worked busily to remove your mask, wanting nothing between you and him; clothing fell piece by piece until nothing was left.
"Say you want this," Hawks pleaded roughly, desperate for your answer.
Your intoxicating laughter rang out as you pulled him against your body. "I want all of you, Keigo."
Hawks' hands roamed your body eagerly, relearning every curve as his lips traveled along your jawline. You sighed contentedly, arching into his touch while undoing the fastenings of his hero costume with practiced expertise.
Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way down the delicate column of your throat. Hawks lingered there to suckle your rapid pulse, eliciting breathy moans. His name falling from your lips in such a manner sent fresh spikes of arousal through him.
As you lay bare under him, Hawks paused to simply take in the sublime vision of your naked form, illuminated by the moonlight. "You're so..beautiful," he whispered in awe, tracing idle patterns upon your sensitized flesh.
Your hands delved into the downy feathers at his wings' bases, eliciting a guttural groan. The way you caressed his most sensitive areas, teasing but not quite enough, tested Hawks' faltering control. He nipped lightly at the swell of your breast in retaliation.
Tracing a tortuous path down your torso with wet kisses and love bites, Hawks' fingers dipped between your thighs. He chuckled at discovering your slick arousal, already swollen and desperate for friction. Slowly, he circled your clit, gathering your arousal onto his fingers.
"Please..." you begged wantonly, bucking your hips to chase more contact. But Hawks would loathe to grant your unspoken request so easily. He continued his maddening ministrations, coaxing you higher and higher with expert precision. Only when your keening cries bordered on anguish did he finally decide to sink two fingers deep inside.
The powerful rhythm he set drove you swiftly towards the peak. Hawks swallowed your hoarse screams of completion, savoring your intimate essence on his tongue.
"I've missed this..," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Then his tongue delved into your slick arousal with deft, practiced strokes. Your responsive sighs and the way you grabbed Takami's hair only spurred him onward in his devotions.
He alternated between broad, flat licks and focused flicks directly over your clit. When Keigo very lightly grazed his teeth along your folds, you keened and bucked again into his ministrations wildly. He hummed his approval, sending vibrations through your core.
It did not take long for you to climb once more towards the precipice, unraveling beautifully beneath his skilled mouth. Hawks drank deeply from your release, prolonging each aftershock with slow caresses of his tongue. Only when your quivering stopped did he withdraw, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he cleaned his glistening chin.
As he swirled his tongue around his lips, savoring the last hints of you, you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Your chest still heaved in languid aftershocks of pleasure, your limbs boneless and slack upon the plush cushions.
"Come here," you beckoned hoarsely, crooking a finger. Your body cried out to be filled after such thorough worship, muscles reflexively clenching around nothing inside.
Hawks obeyed without hesitation, crawling up to drape himself over your welcoming form once more. You gripped his shoulders firmly, flipping your positions with a playful show of wiry strength, and smiled down at him wickedly.
Grasping his aching length and rubbing the tip of his cock had him seeing stars. Hawks groaned unabashedly.
Slowly, you let him inside, savoring each velvet glide. Hawks bucked helplessly, claws scrabbling for purchase against the cushions as your sensual walls milked his length.
The pleasure you drew from Hawks was exquisite torture. Each roll of your hips sent fresh shockwaves through his twitching member, shattering his composure. He was reduced to begging, his nails scratched weakly at your thighs as you rode him to the brink.
"Please...I need to come," Hawks gasped, moving his hips upward in frantic little thrusts. His cock throbbed painfully with the desperate need for release.
You smiled down at him cruelly. "Beg for it." Your lips formed the words deliciously slowly, knowing their effect.
Hawks keened, wings fluttering uselessly. "Please let me cum p-please I wanna cum, I need..to please..”
Suddenly, you bore down on him, grinding your pelvis against his in brutal circles. The new angle sent Hawks reaching his high with a raw cry.
You quickly let him pull out as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of seed spilled forth, splattering his taut stomach in pearly ribbons. Hawks shuddered through wave after wave; your continued help milking every last drop from him.
Breathless and spent, he could only lay pliantly as you leaned down to collect his essence on your fingers. Your wicked tongue flicked out to taste, making Hawks twitch anew in oversensitivity.
You smiled softly, your expression gentling as you gazed upon Hawks' flushed, panting form. His chest still heaved mightily in the aftermath of his climax.
Reverently, you traced light patterns on his ribs and pecs with delicate fingers, soothing away any last tremors. Hawks hummed appreciatively at your tender touch, grasping one of your hands to press a lingering kiss to the palm.
"Come here, Birdie," you murmured, beckoning him into your open embrace. Hawks complied readily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a contented sigh. Your legs tangled together comfortably as his wings folded around you both like a feathery blanket.
No threats of capture or duty rules could penetrate the sanctity of that moment. There, held securely within your arms, Hawks felt at once protected yet free—freed from the shackles of self-doubt and expectation. He belonged, body and soul, to one who accepted him fully without judgment or demand.
Drowsiness began to take hold as your rhythmic caresses through soft-down lulled Hawks towards slumber. "Stay?" he mumbled into your skin, his voice blurred by oncoming sleep yet filled with gentle hope.
You kissed his forehead, followed by a whisper, "I’ll stay, promise." was the sweetest assurance Hawks could wish for.
© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.
𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪
Part 3!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚
© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.
𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪
Part 2!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚.
© yammpi3 2024. All work belongs to @yammpi3. You can repost if you want to support my blog/writing! Please don't modify, translate, or plagiarize in any way on ANY platform.