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I like how I drew chibi fem Dabi so nicely and Hawks is barely recognisable cuz she doesn't have her wings
Keigo probably sleeps in a night dress imo and idk what I was thinking giving her wonky feet but yk things happen :3
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Oh oh oh, Hawks who honestly doesn't really miss his wings as much as he thought he would and quickly adapts to a life without them. But starts to get self conscious when he realizes how many people miss his wings for him. He knew the majority of his own life centered around his wings, what he wasn't prepared for was how the people he trusted and thought of as friends, also centered Hawks around those wings.
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good morning to yell death threats at the top of my lungs at the local Cooper’s hawk. They’re such devious little freaks. It was an adult this time (or the same one that’s possibly had a molt?) And was very pretty but I was not having it this morning. I set out the pigeons food and watched them all flood out, stop, stare, and then bolt back into the loft (except for carcosa because that bird has no self preservation skills). It’s kinda fun when the birds are safe because they’ll tell you exactly where the hawk is and you get to see a cool bird
#I want to get them out flying more this summer but the Cooper’s hawks are a fucking NUSIANCR#praying the broad wingless come back#they’re the best deterrent currently#solius posting
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Warlord No. 517, dated 18 August 1984. Wingless Hawk cover by Jeff Bevan.
DC Thomson.
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Housewife
✨️Kink education with Elizabeth✨
The Housewife kink, also known as the 1950s Household, is a power play exchange dynamic that typically involves a dom and service sub. It is characterized by one partner being seen as a homemaker and one as the breadwinner. During the 1950s, the homemaker’s “job” was to take care of the household chores, dinner, children (if they had any), and following norms, their husband's needs all while being the picture perfect example of soft femininity and breedability.
Subs partaking in this form of play tend to wear dresses, heels, aprons, ect, while maintaining a clean home and cooking. Many people enjoy this dynamic due to its ability to come into real-life play instead of just hiding in the bedroom.
It is one form kink play that does not necessarily have to be sexual, but that's not why we're all here 👀
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Azriel x Reader
Summary - After a long day of interrogations, Azriel is more than pleased to come home to dinner made, a clean home, and a pretty wife.
Warnings - sub and dom dynamics, references to completely power exchange play, oral (mreceiving), slightly demeaning behavior towards females
A/N - I apologize for the delay. My little is going through a growth spurt and a little fussy today. Plus, it took FOREVER to find the perfect gif.
Azriel opened the door to his cabin. His shoulders were slumped forward, wings hanging slightly lower than normal.
It had been a rough day. He had been torturing the same prisoner for 3 days now. They refused to yield, they refused to break, and they refused to bend and give the shadowsinger what he wanted.
He knew that all would change the second he saw you, though. You were currently setting dinner on the table. Your hair was softly curled and pinned back, a soft touch of makeup graced your face highlighting his favorite features of yours.
You were wearing a blue sundress the flowed out at the bottom with heels and a blue bow in your hair.
“How's my wife today?” He took pleasure in knowing you would not address him until he addressed you. He took pleasure in knowing that within seconds of hearing his voice, you were trained to get him a glass of whiskey and greet him with a kiss.
“Azriel, you're home early,” you immediately went to the liquor counter, dress swaying as you did. You poured him a finger of whiskey, moving to add ice before walking to him and kissing his cheek. “How was your day?”
Azriel drank as you began removing his outer heavy layer for him, watching like a hawk as you hung his coat and placed his already kicked off boats into the precise place he had told you they go.
“Same prisoner as yesterday,” he watched you blink in confusion. “The bastard will not break and submit. Did you make dinner?”
You nodded enthusiastically, walking him to the table and getting him a plate. “I made your favorite.”
Azriel settled into the couch after dinner, watching you as you cleaned dishes. Every soft movement of your dress had his eyes locked on the hem. Each time you'd reach forward slightly, he was rewarded with a glimpse at the garter belt straps that connected to the satin tops of your thigh highs. It was a constant reminder to him that you were his present, waiting to be unwrapped so delicately as a reward for your continued obedient behavior.
“Angel,” he spoke softly. “Are all your chores done after this?”
It should have bothered you as a wingless Illyrian female to hand over submission so willingly out of hope you'd be rewarded with your mate's cock pounding into you over and over, but instead knowing you were about to be rewarded, that he was about to use you like a pretty cock sleeve, that had your thighs pressing together. “They are. Unless you wanted me to do something else.” A cool shadow began swirling your leg. Its touch was like soft kisses and left shivers in its wake.
Azriel leaned back, watching his shadow go on its mission, watching as you took a gasp, spine going straight before moaning his name. “Let me know when you finish.” He placed an arm on the back of the couch, scenting your arousal filling the air as you whimpered and went back to the last few dishes.
It wasn't fair. Trying to focus on scrubbing and rinsing as a shadow sat vibrating against your lace covered clit was nearly impossible. 5 dishes, you reminded yourself. He lets you leave them overnight to dry. Just 5 more. You focused on the dishes, doing the best you could to ignore the growing wetness between your thighs.
You almost jumped as rough hands ran up your arms. “My pretty little wife. My mate,” one of his hands wrapped and held your throat. His other hand ran down your chest, through the valley of your breasts, before settling on your hip. He started placing soft kisses along your neck, your ear. “How lucky am I to have such an obedient wife taking care of my home?” He squeezed your throat softly before his other hand began lifting Your dress. The hand on your throat moved to join the other one as he moved you away From the sink and to a different section of countertop, bending you over it and place one hand at the back of your neck to hold you Down. He groaned as his shadows held up that pretty dress, exposing those sapphire lace panties
"The dishes," you panted.
"Can wait. I can't. I've been hard since I walked in to you setting the table wearing my color, wearing a little bow tying your hair back like some innocent little thing." Your panties were moved to the side. Two fingers began to run the length of your core as Azriel groaned behind you. "So fucking wet I've hardly done anything."
You heard a muffled moan and could only assume he had put his fingers into his mouth. "So sweet, baby." You could hear him undoing his pants, feel as the head of his cock ran your folds. You could feel down the bond that it would be a long night.
You gasped loudly, gripping the counter with a mix between a moan and scream as he pushed into the hilt. Azriel wasted no time, threading one hand into your hair and pulling while the other held your hip. Azriel growled as you wiggled slightly, causing you to still. "Such a good little wife."
He wasted no time, setting a pace that had your toes curling in those heels that made your ass look phenomenal. Shadows quickly moved to hold the dress up, allowing the hand on your hip to move to your still covered clit.
There was something freeing about being below him, serving him, being used by him. It was enough for that coil to tighten faster as your mind went blank, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his heavy hard cock hitting every nerve inside of you, angling until he found the spot that had you scream his name.
Despite the roughness he fucked you with, the power you were freely handing to him, Azriel still sent wave after wave of his love, his admiration, and his pride down the bond. With each wave, that coil got tighter and tighter, your moans louder and more desperate as your body felt like it was on fire. "Be a good wife and cum for me," his fingers pressed down on that bundle of nerves, hips pistoning into you even faster as you screamed his name, walls milking his cock.
Azriel pulled out instead of following you over the ledge, ripping that dress off of you and leaving you in the lingerie and heels. He lifted you into his arms while you still came down from the high, your vision almost blurred.
You felt the soft bed under you, smelling the fresh sheets you had just changed hours ago. Azriel smelled them too as he positioned you with your head hanging off the bed. "You spoil me," his hands ran to your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples.
His cock sat heavy and leaking near your face, soaked in your release, "Open." You smiled, opening your mouth wide, allowing him to push in just as two fingers slid into your heat.
He was gentle this time, for now at least, fucking your throat. You ran your tongue along his length, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him. You were at his mercy, wiggling and moaning around him as the wet noises of his cock in your mouth and his fingers thrusting in and out of you echoed with his moans and occasional whimper.
His pace picked up as his fingers did, making him chuckle in satisfaction as you gagged around him. "You deserve a reward for how hard you worked today, don't you, y/n?" He groaned as you moaned around him, vibrating his cock as he held it deep in your throat. "Not a single thing out of place, every chore finished, and I came home to you looking like a delicious treat? What a good little wife." You felt your vision getting slightly blurry until he pulled out again, your pleasure almost maddening as he avoided the spongy spot inside of you and brushed your swollen clit with ghost like touches. "That's what you are isn't it? No thoughts in that pretty mind of yours but pleasing me and taking my cock like an obedient whore?"
You would have nodded, begging him to give you what you needed as you agreed to every word, but his cock was still occupying and twitching in your mouth. You knew from the way his fingers had become messier in their rhythm, from the way his words were getting breathy, from how each moment of your throat burning as he held himself deep inside grew longer and longer that he was close.
You had been dreaming of his all day. Dreaming for your reward for dusting, for cooking, for cleaning. The reward you'd get when he came home to a spotless house, to his laundry done, to you wearing your pretty outfit for him.
His fingers curled into the spot you needed, pressing and tapping there as shadows curled and flicked your nipples and his thumb ran gentle circles on your clit. You finished within seconds with no warning, crying around his cock, hands fisting the sheets.
Azriel fell over the edge soon after, spilling with his cock shoved all the way into your mouth forcing you to swallow what you could, head thrown back as his wings flared and he moaned your name without shame.
He pulled out, fisting the exposed length and allowing the last of his cum to land on your face, admiring the mess of drool, makeup, and his seed you had become. His fingers left your cunt, going to his own mouth as he licked them clean with a smile. He watched as your hand waved and the bathtub began to fill.
"I'm not done with you yet," he panted, hands trailing your body.
You smiled, your own hands running up and down his thighs. "I counted in that, but let me take care of your other needs first."
Azriel looked up, a wide smile on his face as he sent a silent prayer to whoever blessed you with acts of service as your love language. "I would really like that."
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Phantom Limbs
PAIRING: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem!reader
GENRE: angst | comfort | smut (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: dry humping, nipple play, spit play, light manhandling, hair pulling, creampie, overstimulation, marking (scratches)
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 3.7k
SUMMARY: Having lost his wings, there's only so much Takami can do to help other heroes and save innocent civilians. And with him having even less time on his hands, you do whatever you can to take care of him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Posting on my birthday is like a little gift from me to me :)
© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify
You wait by the windows out of habit.
The book in your hand has remained open on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, your eyes reading the words, but your brain too distracted to process them. Your focus is more on the corners of your peripheral vision, hoping to catch something, anything outside. All that’s offered in the great outdoors is grey skies and an even greyer atmosphere. Though, you suppose you should know better by now.
Because, as of late, he’s been entering your shared home through the front door.
The sound of the jiggling knob has you up from your seat in a second; you slam your book shut and toss it onto the coffee table (never mind saving your page). You’re at the entrance when the door fully opens, anxiously shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
Takami’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your rushed movements, but he then exhales as he kicks off his boots.
“Honey, I’m home,” the Pro Hero quips, though his tone and smile lack his usual energy. You greet him back while helping him remove his jacket, the material cold and damp in your hands. You get a better look at him once you turn back to him. With the harsh weather and being outside for who knows how long, it’s only natural for him to deal with those conditions’ blunt force. Soaked to the bone, he shivers, though you can tell he’s trying to stop his movements. His blonde hair is now a dark gold from the rain, stray strands sticking to his forehead. It’s a miracle his skin isn’t blue, but he’s definitely a few shades too pale. And his eyes—they haven’t known rest even before the Paranormal Liberation War, but dealing with the aftermaths of such a tragedy takes its toll even on the strongest of heroes.
You gently rest your hand on his cheek, your thumb lovingly caressing the new scar on his skin. “What are you doing out there?”
Takami sighs, relaxing in your hold before shifting his head to peck your palm. “Oh, the usual.”
You’d press for more if the look he gave you weren’t one of exhaustion, almost pleading. Instead, you rake the fingers of your free hand through his hair, careful not to tug on any knots.
“How about a shower?” you hum. “I’ll even help you out.”
The blonde mumbles something in agreement, seemingly too low on energy for any more words, before following you to the bathroom.
Several months back in your relationship, you’d struggle to have him in your home, what with his gigantic wings. He’d rarely knock over your belongings due to his cautiousness, but it didn’t change that your apartment wasn’t Wing-Hero-friendly.
That was the least of your problems when he decided to stay over. Your bed wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and you’d wake up in the morning to find his wings positioned uncomfortably. Even when Hawks would dismiss your concern, you weren’t fooled. But going from queen-sized to king-sized wasn’t an issue compared to your bathroom. Even sharing the space with a wingless person was bound to have you two bump into each other, and yet, your boyfriend made himself at home.
With your apartment now nothing more than a pile of rubble, all those concerns seem foolish, almost cruel, as you actually went out of your way to get a larger bed for him.
What’s crueller is that a smaller space would no longer be an issue now that his wings are gone.
You can’t help but think about all of this bitterly every time you two enter the shower. The one in Takami’s home is far bigger, made to accommodate his wings, but it’s all just empty space. He settles on the shower stool with a heavy exhale, and you stand behind him to wash his hair, letting the warm water wash away whatever pessimistic thoughts crawl back to taunt you. At least you can take comfort in seeing the Pro Hero visibly relax under your touch, tilting his head back as your fingers thoroughly massage his scalp.
You’re extra careful when washing his body. The scar on his back makes you pause before resuming your task, and while the blonde notices your hesitance, he doesn’t comment. It’s not the only mark on his body, but it’s certainly the largest. Maybe one day, you’ll come to pepper the area with kisses as you would with all the other scars that litter his body. For now, knowing how it ended up on him hits you with the anxieties of “what if.”
Having kept your hair up and out of the way, you cover yourself in a towel before assisting your boyfriend out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his hips and sighs a silent thank you before you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. It’s all either of you say for a while, even while you dry his hair with him settled in front of you, between your thighs and facing away.
The hot water flushes his skin, a sight that helps you relax as you run a towel through his locks. You let it rest around his neck once you’re done, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso.
“Want me to make you something to eat?” you ask quietly. “You must be starving.”
“I’m okay,” he hums. Your fingers skate across the blonde’s abdomen, drawing random shapes and patterns and making him shiver. “I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.”
You shift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder, the fluffy material of the towel tickling your skin. “Then let me get you some clothes so you don’t catch a cold.”
The Pro Hero gently removes himself from your embrace, turning to face you. Your wrists remain in his grasp, and he brings them to his lips to kiss both of your palms.
“That won’t be necessary,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes fluttering closed. “Stay.”
His voice has a light rasp, and you’re sure you catch the subtle pleading in his tone. You sigh, sliding your hands to caress his face. Takami’s eyes open again, golden irises peering up at you as his brows furrow lightly. There’s a gentle tug to his hold, and you shift closer to him.
“So much for all that time to kill,” you try to quip, though you don’t find your tone convincing. For good measure, you trace his jaw with featherlight kisses. “Even with the Safety Commission out of the way, you can’t catch a break.”
He chuckles airily. “It was never going to be all that simple, dove. You and I both know that.”
You pout at his words. The pull of his grasp reappears, and you’re brought closer to your boyfriend until you’re almost sitting on his lap. One of his hands slides to your waist, encouraging you to do so. You obey, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Back when he had his wings, your fingertips would graze their base, earning you breathy moans from him. With them now gone, you settle for lightly scratching at his undercut.
“Must be exhausted with everything going on,” you whisper, the tip of your nose gently grazing against his.
“Coming home to you makes it all worth it,” Takami breathes before closing the gap. You both exhale into the kiss as you pull each other closer. Even with a towel in the way, he runs his hands up and down your torso, opting to feel you as much as possible. Once you’ve removed yourself from the embrace, he still attaches his lips to any exposed skin he can find.
“Keigo,” you whimper, trying to hold still as he nibbles on your neck. “Are you sure? You need rest.”
You feel the Pro Hero shake his head without pausing the assault on the skin. “I need you.”
Even before destruction fell upon the country, you’ve worried for Takami’s safety. With his wings, he could reach the clouds; any higher could take the oxygen out of his lungs. He’s capable, but also human: even the overly glorified ones have limits. And as much as you want him to be well, you miss him just as much.
You unlatch him from you without tugging too hard, and you’re met with glossy eyes and quivering lips. That desperation has been stuck in his tone and gaze since he returned home. Needing you close in any physical manner that’s given to him, his focus staying on you a little longer than what one may consider necessary. You remember when you’d beg him to stay in bed a bit longer before he went on patrol, putting on your best pout to convince him.
But now he's the one begging, pleading for your touch. And with the subtle poking of your thigh, you’re given more than enough convincing. Your lips return to mesh with his as you attempt to remove your towel with what little wiggle room you have. Takami takes this opportunity to let his hands roam your bare skin, tracing your curves and groping at any fat he can find while leaving a trail of goosebumps. The towel around his neck slides off, and you’d remove the last one if you could, but for now, you make the most of the situation by grinding into his lap, his bulge rubbing against your clit deliciously.
He’s restless; you noticed the signs before you found yourself on top of him. The Pro Hero moans into your mouth, his hands quick to grip your hips to drag them across his own. He pushes for a deeper kiss, if even possible, letting his tongue taste yours. You’re in desperate need of oxygen, and you’re sure he’s in the same state. When you pull away, he leans in to catch your lips once more.
“Let me take over,” you pant, resting your forehead against his. “Let me make you feel good.”
“No,” Takami groans lowly, eyes lidded and face flushed. “Need this. Need to do this for you.” He slowly flips you both from your current position so you lay on the mattress caged below his arms and legs. With a shadow looming over his handsome features, his eyes glow gold. “It’s selfish of me, I know, but I’ll take good care of you, too. Show you how much you mean to me.”
His words make your eyes soften, your arms wrapping around his neck again and pulling him close. Neither of your gazes leaves each other, not even as the towel ever so slowly loosens from his hips and cascades off his body. With your lips mere centimetres away, you’d have to give him credit for showing restraint thus far.
“You can never be selfish when you deserve the world,” you say before closing the distance. A growl escapes his throat; from your words or your taste, you aren’t sure, and you don’t care to figure it out. Not when he pulls away to trail messy open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before latching on to one of your nipples. Your back arches into his touch, and his other hand tweaks at your neglected bud.
From your peripheral vision, you catch his shoulder blades twitch. You’d remember how his wings would ruffle when you two would make love, showing just as much vulnerability as the rest of him. The base of his crimson limbs was especially sensitive, and he’d let out the most beautiful sounds whenever they’d meet your touch. With them gone, the subtle movement is mere muscle memory. But when they jerk again once your fingers tug his somewhat-damp locks, you know better than to dismiss his body’s reactions.
Takami unlatches from your nipple to press his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply while his hand continues its treatment on the other bud. The sudden halt in his ministrations has you peering down at him, face warm while showing your confusion.
Still pressed against your chest, his gaze meets yours, eyes hooded and ravenous. “I can’t wait any longer.”
You exhale, trying your best to prevent your breathing from stammering. “Then don’t.”
Those two words were more than enough for the blonde, quickly propping himself up before pulling you closer to his body by your legs. The sudden shift makes you yelp, but Takami doesn’t say anything as he pumps his cock, using his precum as lube. His touches had you already dripping, and watching him stroke himself as he watches you with desperation and lust in his eyes only adds to the mess between your thighs.
Normally, he’d take his time with you. The Pro Hero, known for his speed when defeating villains, would throw all that out the window when you were in the picture, wanting to enjoy every second he has with you. This also applies to love-making, opting to prep you by treasuring your body and pleasure before the main event.
But with how he’s currently panting as he aims his cock at your entrance, his face and neck flushed, you’re more than content to indulge in his neediness.
His attempt at restraint is apparent as he takes his time sliding in. The tip makes you whine, and the blonde’s brows crease as he slowly adds another inch. His hold, now on your hips, is bruising, even as his thumbs would caress your skin. It makes you hiss, reaching up and making grabbing motions for him. Takami obeys, dropping to bury his head in the junction of your neck and inhaling your scent. A mistake: one where the consequences earn you a groan and the rest of his cock slammed inside your soaked pussy.
“Keigo!” you cry, pulling him closer.
Curses tumble from his lips. “‘M sorry, dove. I—oh, God…”
If being stuffed full without warning didn’t make you so delirious, you’d swear you heard him whimper. His calloused hands wander your body while his lips sprinkle kisses onto your shoulder: an apology, one you drunkenly accept as you try to adjust to the intrusion. A snug fit—it makes you wrap your legs around his hips. Your actions have the Pro Hero shifting to face you. He resembles a lost puppy, with his slightly-parted lips and wide eyes beneath furrowed brows of concern. You almost coo.
“Go ahead,” you whisper, fingers dancing across his undercut. “Use me.”
The expression he gives you before he reels his hips back is pleading and one of gratitude. You barely register it before he slams back into you and knocks the air out of your lungs.
Takami finds his pace in no time, pounding against you that the sound of skin slapping skin overpowers both of your heavy breathing. Every thrust has you squeezing around his shaft, and he rests his forehead against yours.
Everything is burning—the room, your mangled bodies, his breath fanning against your cheek. You’re boiling, your brain melting into a puddle of nothingness as your hands fly to his back, your nails planting into his shoulder blades. Your boyfriend’s eyes screw shut, a sharp grunt escaping him. You want to apologize; you should apologize, but you don’t realize your actions, and with his sudden angle shift, words fail you with every probe at your sweet spot. All you can give him is pathetic moans through a slack jaw.
His lips meet your swollen ones: you give him plenty.
“Keigo,” you manage to slur against his mouth. Takami bites your bottom lip, one of his hands reaching between your bodies to messily rub your puffy clit. You wail, and he pulls away from the assault on your lips.
“Open,” he heaves. Surprisingly, you not only understand but comply, letting your mouth fall open once more for his hungry gaze. Through glossy eyes, you barely see him puckering his lips and letting a blob of spit fall into your awaiting tongue. You squeak when it lands before you swallow the tiny puddle. His thrusts don’t falter throughout all of this, and his lewd act of possessiveness tips you over the edge, your weeping pussy creaming around his dick and leaving a gooey ring at its base. A sight you’d love to witness if your vision wasn’t currently white.
But Takami doesn’t stop. Not while you ride through your orgasm, not once you come down from it, and certainly not when you begin to cry from the overstimulation.
“Keigo!” you squeal, tightening your hold on his back. “Too much! ‘S too much!”
His speed has yet to falter, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not that your lover is any better, what with his vision gone hazy and grip tightening.
“Almost there, baby.” You can feel his warm breath fanning your face from his panting. “Just lemme—” His thrusts grow sloppier, jackhammering into your cunt like his life depends on it, all while whimpering “pleasepleasepleaseplease” on a loop. A particularly rough thrust has you wailing and your nails clawing down his back. Takami lets out a drawn-out groan. “Sh-Shit—”
The tiniest push and he’s hurtled over you, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as his hips stutter. His face is flushed, close to rivalling the colour of his wings, and strands of his dishevelled hair clings to his forehead with sweat. Even with an unfocused gaze and a foggy brain, you can tell he’s as ethereal as ever as he fills you with hot ropes of cum.
You feel his muscles relax under your hold, and the Pro Hero exhales deeply before dropping on top of you. The sudden weight, while at first crushing, eventually feels like a weighted blanket, and you wrap your arms around your lover once more.
It isn’t until both your breathings are regulated do you speak, your words somewhat muffled against his skin. “You okay, pretty bird?”
Takami sighs, planting a kiss on your temple before pulling out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum leaking out; he notices, opting to caress your sides to calm you down. He can only offer a hum in confirmation at your question, the vibrations buzzing off his body and tickling yours.
When he gets off you, he also dismounts the bed, making his way to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It isn’t until he twists his body to have his back face it do you catch the red scratch marks on his shoulder blades, vibrant and right on top of his most recent battle scar. You gasp.
“I’m so sorry, Kei,” guilt is evident in your voice as you sit up on the bed, hugging the sheets. “I should have been more careful. Let me go get—”
A soft, airy chuckle interrupts your worrying. The blonde traces one of your marks, shifting his shoulder blades before fully facing you.
“It’s like they never left,” he rasps, lips twitching to form a sad smile. “Too bad I won’t be able to fly with them.”
Your brows knit together as you frown at his words, your eyes growing warm as they threaten to rain down tears. Your lover’s expression doesn’t budge as he approaches you, climbing the bed and finding his spot next to yours. He laughs dryly to himself, and it only dies down once you place your hand on his.
“Please, talk to me,” you whisper, leaning your head on his shoulder.
What remains of his front is cut off by a hiccup. It isn’t until you feel his body tremble do you peer at him to find streams of tears cascading down his rosy cheeks.
“Sometimes it feels like they’re still there,” he sobs silently, pausing to collect himself. You’re quick to pull him into your embrace, and he melts completely. “Even with the Commission out of the way, I still feel trapped.” He pulls back to look at you with pleading eyes. “I thought wings were a symbol of freedom. What happened?”
Hawks is gone, and before you is Keigo. A Pro Hero so young and forced onto such a high pedestal that one wrong step is a heavy drop. Without his wings, only you are there to catch him.
And with all the strength you can muster, you do so, carrying his weight in your arms as he falls apart, trembling and crying and heaving so hard you fear he’ll slip between your fingers into a pile of nothingness. For as long as you’ve known him, Takami has only ever born his soul to you like this fewer times than you can count on one hand. If he could save the lives of countless civilians (including your own), you figure that being his safety net is the least you can do.
A weak snicker escapes his lips, and you pull back to face him.
“Tokoyami’s been calling a bunch these past several days,” he drawls, his thumb mindlessly caressing your arm while staring past your shoulder. “Never answered him back, not even once. I should at least call the kid.”
Your boyfriend’s about to get up before you try to hold him in his spot without using too much force (not that you’d be able to stop him). His questioning gaze trails to you, and no matter how much you want to coddle him until he wants you gone, you keep your head up.
“Not now, honey,” You rest your forehead against his. “One step at a time. You can apologize tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s a smart kid.”
He sniffles, and you wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “You’re probably right.”
His breathing appears even, and the crying seems to have subsided, even if just for now. You offer a small smile.
“How about a meal?” you inquire, nudging your nose against his. “Whatever you want.”
The Pro Hero hums, tiredly copying your expression. “Can we just stay like this? Just for a bit longer?”
Your smile grows wider ever so slightly as you fall back onto the mattress, your hold on your lover bringing him down with you and having him land on your chest. Your gaze is soft when you peer down, and your fingers are back in his hair to comb out the mess you made. He sighs into your skin, burying himself there as his eyes flutter shut.
“We can stay like this as long as you want.” And you mean it. Even once his wings return, even once the people grow to trust him again, and even once heroes have time to kill. You would stay with him right here forever.
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#mha smut#bnha smut#hawks smut#takami keigo smut#hawks#takami keigo#hawks x reader#takami x reader#smut#angst#my hero academia smut#boku no hero academia smut#fanfiction#fanfic
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I have a lot of feelings about the themes of mha about saving those failed by society, saving those that cannot save themselves and saving those that don't wish to be saved (most of the time all three). Then I have a lot of feelings about Hawks. About how he was failed by hero society and essentially turned into a child solider for the government. How he cannot save himself because he doesn't think he needs saving; no, not him who tries to carry the burden of hero societies sins on his shoulders. About how he refuses to be saved because again, he thinks he's doing well. He thinks he's fine, he thinks he can be the one to sacrifice himself over and over again to prop up those he thinks can save the world. Then I think about Tokoyami and how he is Keigo's Midoriya. The one unwilling to let him die for a cause he was raised to champion. The one who shows up time and time again and says, no you deserve better, I will save you. The one who looks at Hawks the hero and sees Keigo Takami the person. The one who saved the kid society failed. The kid that couldn't really save himself, the kid that refused to be saved. And then I think about Hawks, wingless, beaten, bleeding dragging his body across the ground to pull Tokoyami into his arms just so he could hold him, hug him, comfort him. Then I think about when the battle came to an end, and the bird hero was grounded, he hugged his hero like he used to hug that plushy of Endeavour so long ago. How he now has a new hero and his name is Fumikage Tokoyami.
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Wingless Hawk
#have an eyelid challenge#level: impossible#berserk#griffith#griffith berserk#give his lashes BACK#*nurses him to health cutely*#i fucking love prison griffith#his short hair...#HASHTAG PLUCKED
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I've written Author!Dabi, so how about Author!Hawks?
(Author Dabi Part One and Part Two)
Author Keigo, who writes children stories based on the fantasies he entertained himself with when he was trying to pretend he was anywhere but that falling down shack.
They're published under his real name so they're not tied to him.
But the author "Keigo Takami" is an award winning children's author, for his imaginative, fantastical stories that always have a hopeful message and a happy ending.
Even someone like Dabi has heard of him, at least in passing and seeing his books in every store.
He only discovered the connection after everything, when he learned Hawks' name. He thought the name sounded familiar when he first heard it, but it wasn't until after he'd repeated it to Hawks' face, after he'd burned off his wings, that he spotted one of the books in a window.
"The Boy Who Flew Through Stars, by Keigo Takami."
On an impulse, he took the book and took it home to read. It was a recent publication- just a few months prior, when Hawks and Dabi were in the middle of their song and dance and sex and deceit.
It was a short story about a boy who lived in a cage, and wished on stars to be free of the mean man that kept him in the cage. One night, he grew a pair of wings made of starlight. He flew into space where he had many fun adventures, and met a burned out star.
The boy gave the star the light from his wings, so that the star could burn brightly again. The star transformed into another boy, and the two of them, with their starry wings, flew into the great unknown, to find a place without mean men and cages, where stars always shone brightly.
Dabi found himself transfixed by the story book's pictures, of the little boy with golden hair and his friend, the star, who had white hair and blue eyes. Keigo- Hawks- hadn't even known about his true hair color back then, and yet…
On the final page, there was a picture of the two boys. Hand in hand, the blonde boy kissed the star boy's cheek, as six words were written out below them, the same six words that Keigo's stories always ended with:
"And they lived happily ever after."
Pulling his eyes up from the book's page, Dabi looked at the muted TV in front of him, the one he was using as a light to read by. On the screen, he saw Hawks, bandaged and bruised and wingless, as he stepped up to a podium to discuss the raid and his part in it.
"Happily ever after." Dabi whispered, unsure as to why his heart was breaking.
End.
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#dabihawks#dabi#hawks#mha hawks#keigo takami#touya todoroki#mha dabi#long post#toukei#bnha dabi#bnha hawks
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Is hawks going to stay quirkless by the end of the series? Do you think he will use eri's rewind quirk like mirio?
I could see both, but I lean towards him staying quirkless.
Fwiw, my personal vision for epilogue! Hawks is being the new president of the HPSC. I think he'd do a fantastic job running the new era heroes and making the necessary reforms.
Also, there is this sketch by HK of wingless Hawks and the angel wings in the the 8th popularity poll art - so I feel like these may foreshadow his endgame.
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I'm very concerned right now that Hawks is stalling AFO so Endeavor can make an attack, but Dabi is on his way to fight Endeavor. The last time that happened, Endeavor completely froze and wasn't able to fight Dabi at all. I am very concerned that Horikoshi is going to make the timing so that Dabi pulls Endeavor's attention and Hawks, wingless Hawks, is left alone with AFO's full attention. I'm concerned that this situation is going to be their last parallel.
#hawks#takami keigo#dabihawks#dabi#keigo takami#hawks mha#touya todoroki#bnha hawks#mha spoilers#mha 365#mha 366
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Warlord No. 474, dated 22 October 1983. The Wingless Hawk cover by Jeff Bevan. DC Thomson.
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DO YOU KNOW THE POETIC JUSTICE WE COULDVE HAD?!?!?!?!?! OF A TWICE CLONE ATTACKING DEFENSELESS, WINGLESS HAWKS WHO CAN BARELY STAND BUT CONTINUES TO KEEP TOKOYAMI SAFE??? HE COULDVE DETERIORATED RIGHT BEFORE THE RECIPROCATED STAB IN THE BACK BUT NOOOOOOOOOO GODDAMMIT IM
I would've loved to see the abject, total terror in Hawks eyes as his choice comes back to haunt him. It could've been what made him snap, especially when the clone deteriorates, giving him the "he really was a kind guy" moment where he could really sit with the fact that he killed a friend!!!!! He could question the system! Question himself!!! Try to save Himiko because he couldn't save Jin!!!!! I'm GONNA EAT MY DOOR
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post-war, wingless hawks you know what that meansssss *goes to driving school*
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Taking care of Keigo after he gets burned. ||Part 1 angst.||
Spoilers?? (Unless if I’m just late- I need to catch up on mha.)
(I don’t have much knowledge of this- but I’ve seen enough spoilers to know what happened to him😀)
this may be a change of fandoms but I love Keigo- fight me.
“KEIGO!? KEIGO!” Keigo could hear your voice echo throughout the hospital’s hallway followed by your rushing footsteps. The nurses and doctors tried their best to keep you out of the way, but there was no way you would let Keigo sit there in pain without you by his side.
You bursted through the doors and into his room, tears flooding down from your eyes. “B-Baby-“ Keigo coughed. All he could do was reach his arms out as you fell into them. You cried your heart out onto Keigo while he could only rub your back and sigh. “Aw, there’s no need to cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” He smiled, still coughing a bit.
“That’s n-not the p-point…” Your whimpers were muffled by his hug, a tight hug at that. Keigo was hurt, so that he wouldn’t be able to fly high anymore, to soar though the clouds.
There would be no point in having a hero name such as his. He was a wingless bird now.
But if he had to be honest, he’d rather have this fate than having you taken away from him.
Walking didn’t seem so bad.
He patted your head and kissed you. “Y’know you’re gonna get in trouble for doin all that…right?” Keigo giggles. You looked up at him, still teary-eyed.
“Let me see them.” You said sternly.
Keigo’s eyes widens in response.
“What?-“
“I SAID LET ME SEE THEM! TURN AROUND!” You yelled, demanding him turn around. Keigo sighed and sits up slowly, letting out a pained grunt. You helped him up and looked at his wings, which were now two little moving bones. The base of of his wings.
Your heart shattered seeing them move back and forth and it made you feel even more worse. You bursted into tears and Keigo tried his best to calm you down.
“Baby bird please, at least it wasn’t you in this situation.” He said, holding you in a tight hug. “But Keigo- y-you’re…your wings…” You whimpered before you could even finish your sentence.
“…they’re gone…”
Keigo looks at you with saddened eyes and hugs you. “At least I’m not dead, alright? This was bound to happen to me eventually.” He sighed and continued, his voice beginning to break. “Besides…I’d rather have this fate, than lose you. Just be happy that I’m still here.” He whimpers, the tears finally beginning to fall down his face.
You could only cry with him as you both lay there on the hospital bed. You stayed in each others embrace until the doctors finally came back in to escort you out of his room.
It pained you to leave him and at first you had refused, but Keigo decided that it would’ve been best for you to go home for the night so you could stay out of trouble. The doctors allowed you to come back tomorrow but you had to go home tonight.
And with that after saying your goodbye to Keigo, you left. You couldn’t sleep during that night, your fear for Keigo could only grow as paranoia took over your mind. You just wanted it to be dawn soon so you could go back to him, to make sure that he would be okay.
||End of part 1||
-Just so y’all know. In my world, there’s no such thing as a wingless bird. (In this case, there’s no such thing as a wingless Keigo in my heart)
-With that being said, take this art I did of Hawks since I finally finished it, you deserve it after reading this angst. (Part 2 is gonna be smutty-)
I had too much fun drawing him too😀
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#takami keigo#keigo tamaki#mha hawks#bnha hawks#hawks smut#angst-angst everywhere.#puddingcupfics#there’s a little art surprise at the end-#I drew art for this
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oh...Oh no...
What if Hawks got hit with a time travel quirk, little kid just coming into their own, and not even sure what they did. Post Wing loss, and actually ends up in the early 1920's.
(Granted I'm thinking American with Prohibition but I still want it in Japan, so more research is needed) Reader is a Flapper, and frequents the illegal bars, etc, however, highly extreme in their ideals.
AKA Mutant Rights Movement. Quirk users had just as much right as Quirkless. Etc, a little darker etc because of the time.
Reader (Quirkless or Quirk) sees Wingless and confused Hawks and thinks he was a victim of a crime, or that his parents must have did it to him. She's more vigilante than anything else.
Hawks doesn't talk or act like any other guy in the time. They are oddly drawn to each other. While reader develops a crush on him, they hold it in, cause THE PROPER THING wouldn't be to act on feelings, but to get him to his right time and place.
Hawks is torn by the same thing, he knows he has to go back, but at the same time, what if he didn't have to go back? How could he go back? IT was a little kid that did it to him, was no ones fault.
Unless the kid tries to use his power to fix this, but that kid is going to go insane trying to find him, unless the kid travels with Hawks. and they try to figure out his Quirk together.
What if Reader is the one that ended up creating the Hero's Public Safety Commission.
AAAAAAA
I have severe issues with story ideas as I have like 20 of them, feel free to give it ago if you get inspired to write, just please make sure to message me so I can read it <3
#BnHA#MHA#Boku no hero Academia#My Hero Academia#Story ideas#X reader#Hawks#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo x you#hawks x you
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