#my hero academia hawks

[varukaart]

I have a little bit freetime for you, babybird ~

[sugarkittycat04]

Babygirl, Boyloser

[oritani]

Afternoon patrolling 🌅

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

[nightfall-kachiniko]

“shut up and fuck me already,” you say, frustrated and annoyed. your partner breaks the sloppy mess of a kiss to look at you, his lips curling into a snarky smirk. “can’t be patient, can you?” he mutters, his hot, panting breaths grazes on your skin as he pulls your body more into his. “I know I’m hot, but I didn’t know to you im irresistible,”

“don’t get it to far into that head, bird brain.” you bite back as you hear his annoying voice chuckle at your eagerness. His hand grips your neck as he forces your eyes to look into his, his hips grinding into you..

“always for you, sweetheart.”

[mintshrooom]

Requested to draw feral Hawks

[hollowtakami]

HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.

[amaraee]

"That damn bird..."

[varukaart]

Night patrol 🌙

[sugarkittycat04]

Holy shit It’s dabihawks

[oritani]

Dabi just spilling facts 😊

[aurabirds]

[Sky High] ✨

[nightfall-kachiniko]

You and keigos relationship is so funny I swear yall be like:

You’d send keigo a video of someone making coffee and be like “does this turn you on?”

[manias-wordcount]

Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.

 At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 

 Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…

 “ Keigo !”

  …to smile.

 Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 

 Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning...

 And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 

 It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 

 “ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”

 “ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”

 He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world.

 “ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”

 You nod your head. “Yes, please.”

 He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 

 Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 

 “ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”

 All from him.

 You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 

 And so, you thank him again. 

 “ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”

 “Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-

 “Anytime at all.”

[mintshrooom]

Hawks having a popsicle to cool down cause it gets hot during summer time🫠

[hollowtakami]

content: NSFW + MDNI! face riding, g/n reader w/ afab anatomy, just throwing my keigo hcs into the hellsite /pos

a/n: tysm for all the love on my posts + new followers! im feeling a lot better now and have a flow for work/tumblr balance! gonna be posting imagines/short fics more than anything too big, but i hope to post more soon:)

Keigo has a big nose, and you can’t tell me otherwise. And fuck, he’s so handsome.

His features are nothing short of heaven for the eyes; a soft smile, eyes that turn hearts to goo and a handsome beak of a nose.

Some people think that big noses are unattractive, but Keigo’s partner is different. They worship every part of him. He was made so perfectly, an angel in disguise.

When you’re riding his face, his tongue teasing your tight hole, your clit brushes against his nose as you rock your hips over his chin. His stubble scratches your labia just right. Every part of Keigo overstimulates you perfectly as you jolt into orgasm, a whimpering mess as you buck into your boyfriend’s mouth as he eats your orgasm, face slick with his reward.