Fuck it, we are being self-indulgent tonight:
Feminization Hawks (Post-War Arc)
Hawks x Fem! Reader
W: NSFW, Feminization, Body Worship, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Princess/Baby/Pretty Girl, Power Bottom Reader, Subby Top Hawks
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He feels self-conscious about his body since he's so burnt and scarred up.
He thinks that you lost any attraction to him once he lost his undamaged body and his wings.
He doesn't like his prosthetics at all but wears them around you just because he wants you to see him like he looked before everything went to shit.
He feels gross. His body, his face, his back, his truth. Everything feels gross and tainted and he doesn't like any of it because of it.
You've got the truth about him in a way he didn't want you to find out but there it was, all in the open for you to judge and see.
You didn't leave his side at all. You were there with him in the hospital, you went to every single physical therapy he had and even for his prosthetic appointments.
You called him beautiful and it set his insides on fire because he didn't believe you and at the same time understood that everything you said was true.
He felt beautiful but only when you said he was.
He felt pretty but only when you touched his face and kissed his burns.
He wanted to feel small and protected and you managed to do that without much effort.
You caressed his body and kissed his face softly as if he'd break if you gave him too much attention.
He moaned at how you massaged his wings base and tenderly hovered your fingers over the scarring around the area.
"Y/n, please." His voice trembled and his eyes watered as he gripped onto you.
He felt disgusting for a moment but you kept giving him so much love and attention he couldn't think about anything other than you.
"Please, don't leave me." He whispered.
He discovered he liked being at your mercy.
He also discovered he liked feminity.
He's worn makeup and he's done lingerie shoots during the prime modeling part of his career but he had never thought about wearing any for himself or at home.
He liked eyeliner and blush. It brought his face together, making him look sweet and soft.
He liked the softness of the lingerie he had bought and the red color that the fabric had. He enjoyed how it hugged his legs and his chest, his dick looked nice as it was tucked into a thong.
He was scared to show you that he liked these things at first but after you had him screaming your name and calling you "mistress" and "mommy" he knew better.
He showed you his dress collection and all the other ultra-feminine.
He asked you for your help to put on his favorite skirt and to put on the eyeliner he liked.
He would do this casually around you.
Wearing more feminine clothes and it slowly led to you using more feminine titles for him.
He didn't mind it at all.
He'd keen and coo at the new names and terms of endearment.
"Come here princess" or "My pretty girl." had him squeezing his legs together for friction.
In bed, that's where the changes were noticeable.
He didn't hide from you anymore. His body was all for you to enjoy and to do as you pleased with.
He liked hearing how pretty you thought his burns where and how gorgeous his wings, be it burnt and never as glossy or full as they used to be, look on him.
"Come here, pretty girl. Don't hide from me. Let mommy see her pretty little thing." He came as you pushed his hand away from his face and kissed him, tongue and all as he arched into your hand.
He cried from overstimulation as you fucked his ass open all while telling him he was your cute pillow princess.
Even when you both switched positions the dynamic stayed the same.
"Mommy, please. Let me squirt, mommy. Please." He was out of breath and he knew he was going to come if he fucked into you anymore.
He was wearing a tight-cropped shirt that showed his perked nipples in combination with a short skirt that was covered in his release.
Your pussy was covered in cum and some of it dripped out of you as he slapped his hips against yours.
His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist.
He shook with every thrust and pull, your insides warm and tight around him.
"Don't stop, baby. Cum inside Mommy again. Do it for me, baby. Can you do that for mommy?" He nodded at you and came inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you.
His forehead was sweaty and his hair clung to it.
His wings drooped over you both like a tattered blanket and his face was pressed against your neck.
You could feel him empty himself inside of you, his seed dripping out as he lay still.
"You did such a good job for me, princess. I'm so proud of you for being such an obedient girl." He pruned at your praise and held you close as he fell asleep.
This was something for just the two of you.
He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, the vulnerable and beautiful person you saw him for.
He wanted to keep this special, to yourselves.
He wanted to keep being your good girl no matter what, no matter how ugly everyone else might think he looked now that he had lost his appeal and his trust.
You were there for him and he was yours to keep.
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the betrayal is a landmark in tim & hawk’s relationship and what i think is important to understand before judging hawk and the choices he made in that situation is that at it’s core, it was a sacrificial act. he didn’t only sacrifice tim and his trust, despite what it might've seemed like. he also sacrificed his own happiness, or the closest thing he knew he could’ve had to that— being with tim. he sacrificed their love because, just a little too late (as they’re already intertwined in possibly one of their most intimate, fragile moments, finally as equals, tim pressed up against him, telling him that actually, they’re going to see each other every day) he realized: they go down this path, it will blow up in their faces and hurt more, destroy much more than just the two of them.
still, he didn’t do it just to hurt tim. of course he knew it would, the decision to go forward with it was huge and the impact catastrophic, but anyone with sense will understand; a simple conversation about “not seeing each other anymore” would never have sufficed. he knew he had to take extreme measures to keep tim, who literally had to join the army to get away last time, away from him. i’m sure that in hawk’s mind there was no other option than to do something so drastic it would completely throw their worlds off their axes. it was a hasty attempt to shatter something all-consuming. to disrupt their gravitational field so completely that it would stop pulling them towards each other like it had for years.
tim is devastated when he finds out hawk reported him. who wouldn’t be? jackson, who is pivotal to their story, has now been born and in all his symbolic newborn glory he truly changes everything. in the hospital tim sees jackson for the first time and the innocence of new life, i think, helps him understand why hawk chose to do what he did. i’m not sure it allows him to forgive though. not until he meets jackson again at the cabin years later.
from that moment on hawk’s life descends into a chaos that is, atleast in his mind, a controlled one. a tame, familiar chaos. (he grew up in it, after all.) we later on find it spiraling beyond his control and he loses himself in it. this is when tim comes back around to anchor him, as he’s done from the moment they met and will keep on doing until the end and beyond that. tim is the one fixed point in hawk’s life and you understand this as you find out that even after ruining them both, he'd still kept tim close for years. hawk had gone to extreme lengths to keep tim away from himself when all along, he was the one who couldn’t let go.
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@gemini-sensei , think about Hawk just going to town, full on slapping, squeezing and MILKING his wife’s tits.
He has always liked his wife’s tits, even before she had the twins of course. They were always one of his favorite things to look at on his wife. Touching on them as much as he could. Feeling them up when they were alone, hell getting a sneaky touch when no one was looking at them. He just loves them.
But when she gets pregnant the craving to touch them is even worse. All he wants to do is suck and touch on them. Play with the soft flesh all day long. It’s almost like a curse that he can’t sit down all day drowning in her milk-filled titties. They triple their normal size as the pregnancy ticks along.
Once she actually gives birth they are even bigger. Due to the twins constantly gorging themselves on her milk all day long. Her tits are constantly pumping out more milk. So big and full. His mouth is watering just at the sight of her breasts in a once loose t-shirt walking around the house.
He doesn’t know what comes over him when he gets her in bed the next time. Their sex life has never been just labeled as “gentle or tame” by any means but things definitely get taken up a notch. He can’t keep his hands off of her the whole time. He has her pinned to the bed, lips sealed against hers as they sloppily makeout. Both of his hands are cupping her breasts. She whimpers into his mouth from just the very feeling of his hands on such a sensitive area. With the twins feeding off of her, Hawks's touches are painful. She is sore and overworked.
But in some sick way she likes the new feeling that comes over her from her husbands rough treatment.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thinks she would be pushing him away, ripping his hands from her overly sensitive tits. Telling him to back off or be more gentle.
But she can’t.
She secretly loves it.
She loves the way he painfully squeezes her tits until she’s spraying a nice hot stream of milk out from her raw nipples. Having him pinch her already hard-coned nipples until they are bright and raw with leaking milk. Feeling the way his large palms smack at her flesh.
Maybe her worst habit is letting him milk her like a cow while drinking her milk.
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You’re both my poison and my cure, you’re both my blessing and my curse, in these four years i’ve known you i had to accept you’d burn me, you’d hurt as i unravelled you layer by layer. i don’t quite know why, or what drove me through. i just felt you were something i needed injected right into my bloodstream. i knew you were the drug that i was never ridding my addiction of. i knew that loving you would mean a danger to my peace. to my heart. if it meant my death i wouldn’t change a thing given the chance. i wouldn’t alter a moment from since i met you, and wouldn’t dare change a thing about you. if ht meant a danger to my peace then so be it a war, i can fight. and i will always fight, that’s what all love is for: to fight for one another, to fight in the name of one another. for the right to love each other. my flame, my sun, my little one, you will never grow out of that name, to me you will always be my little one.
Happy 24th birthday my babyrose, my everything and my nothing 💖
@suguru-getos
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