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Inktober Day: 9 Hawks

this redraw meme was going around twitter and I felt a Need

A good way to start the year (this had me feeling some sorta way)

We all should thank v again for their banger headcanons, i can definitely they really indulging us (and themselves ofc lol) with this current puppyplay (WHAT TERM IT IS AGAIN???) scenario AND IT'S GOOD AS HELL THANK YOU FOR THE DINNER BLESS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Owner!Keigo who makes you ride him when you're in puppyspace specifically to be mean to you. Puppies really aren't meant to do that much thinking, he knows; but it's just too entertaining to lay back in bed with his hands clasped behind his head, smirk on his lips while you whimper and cry and try so hard for him. You paw at his bare chest for stability when you rock your hips, and Keigo almost coos at how pathetic you look trying to do it all by your poor little self.

Owner!Keigo who takes pity on you and shushes your blubbering, thumbing at the fat tears on the verge of spilling when he whispers, "shh, you're okay. Need daddy to do it for you?" When you harshly nod in response, nearly toppling yourself over in the process, Keigo can't help but chuckle. "Mmhm. 'Course you fuckin' do," he says, and harshly flips you over.

Owner!Keigo whose cock is already wet from how long he allowed you to suck him off prior to all this; his hands propping him up from behind, one eye shut in pleasure and the other watching you blissed out between his legs, rapturous glint in your watery eyes as you slobbered and mouthed at his dick. "That's it, good puppy. Fuck—!" He had to pull your mouth off before he blew his load too early. It's not just for his own desires, no; Keigo knows you want to be bred just as much as he needs to breed you.

Owner!Keigo who knows you like it doggystyle, but wanted to make you work for his cock, regardless. Good dogs don't get treats until they've earned it, do they? No, because then he'd just be spoiling you. And how exactly would that keep you obedient and under his thumb? What kind of an owner would Keigo be if he thrust his thick cock into you from behind the second you pitched a fit for it? As much as he adores to see you pant and hear your positively precious little yelps over the squelch between your thighs, someone has to keep you structured. It'd rot your sweet little mind, otherwise. It'd turn you into a cockdrunk little whore— actually... Keigo is starting to think that might not be such a bad idea, after all.

Owner!Keigo who fills you to the brim and doesn't bother warning you before he cums inside you. You're practically his property, anyway, and he knows damn well how much you want it from how desperately you begged to be bred like a bitch in heat. You're babbling how much you love it, thanking him adorably, but you don't need to worry. Keigo knows how grateful you are. He can feel you twitching on his cock when you cum, too, and he makes damn sure to praise you for waiting for him to feel good first.

Owner!Keigo who soothes you with, "that's a good puppy" and "so good f'me, perfect f'me" as he pulls out, turns you over, and kisses you sweetly. He kisses your cheeks, under your eyes, your forehead, your lips; and Keigo's heart throbs as if it were struck when he sees you yawn, hears your little lovesick "love you" as you lay blissed out on your back while he cleans you up. He makes a point to give you one last wet kiss before spooning you and saying, "god, I love you, too."

thinking here...

takami keigo who never thought of having children, but as soon as he met you, the idea grew strong on him. marrying, living together and later having a baby...

takami keigo who promises himself to give all he have to both you and your kid, promises himself to be a better father for his kid than his father was for him...

just... takami keigo... (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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SMALL RED WINGS

A/N: hii anon thank you for your request, send as many as u want, don’t be shy!! here is my way of picturing it all, unfortunately i haven’t read the manga so i tried to look for as many information i could about the time skip, because yeah i think that if hawks wanted a family, he would build it in the afterskip. warning: spoiler for season 7 ep. 18 (idk which manga chapter is that, sorryy)

Imagine being with Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks, that never once thought about having a family.

The idea of a child, a home—those were luxuries he couldn’t afford. After all, being the Number Two hero was more than just a job; it was a constant, dangerous responsibility. Every day, he risked his life for people who adored him, but deep down, he knew the truth: being with someone like him wasn’t easy.

Yes, he was charming—everyone said so. Handsome, funny, strong, and caring, with a smile that could disarm anyone.

But all that didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t made for relationships, at least not the normal kind. Dates? Days off? Those were foreign concepts to him.

The very thought was laughable. In truth, anyone with him would have to accept that his work came first, always.

Even if he loved you—God, did he love you—his duty was to the people in danger, the lives he could save. So when the phone rang in the middle of the night, and he had to slip out of bed, leaving you behind, it wasn’t a choice. It was an obligation.

He hated it.

Every single time.

What he wanted more than anything was to stay, to watch you wake up in his arms, to share those quiet mornings that he never got to have. But the call of duty was louder than his heart.

Then, everything changed. After the final battle with All for One, Keigo lost his quirk.

His wings, once his greatest symbol, were gone, stripped away along with the fierceness that made him Hawks. To the public, he was still a hero, even without his red wings. But no one ever truly saw Keigo, the man underneath.

Until he met you.

You knew who he was—of course you did.

But when you looked at him, you didn’t see Hawks, the hero. In those golden eyes of yours, he was simply Takami Keigo, the man. It was that look that made him trust you completely, enough to open up in a way he had never done before. He let you see the boy he once was, the one who had been hidden away behind the mask of a hero for so long.

Becoming the President of Hero Public Safety meant Keigo no longer had to be on the front lines, though his work remained demanding. But with you by his side, he began to entertain a dream he’d never allowed himself to have: a family, a real one. One he could build with you—the kind of family he never had growing up.

The idea didn’t come from you, surprisingly. You had always hoped for a future with him, but you were too considerate to push.

It was Keigo who brought it up, late one night after a long and exhausting shift. When he told you about his small dream, you could hardly believe it, wrapping him in your arms so tightly he could barely breathe. He was ready, and so were you.

The wedding that followed was intimate, just as Keigo wanted. He didn’t want the media frenzy that would come with announcing Hawks’ marriage, so it was a quiet ceremony in a secluded garden, surrounded by only the closest of friends.

Even Endeavor showed up, much to your surprise, muttering under his breath “How did someone as silly as you managed to find someone like her?”

Yet, there was a softness in his words, a hint of approval he rarely showed.

Keigo stood at the altar in a simple suit, his eyes never leaving yours as you walked toward him. His smile was brighter than the sun, and when you exchanged vows, his hands trembled slightly as he slipped the ring onto your finger, a deep red stone set within it, like a piece of his lost wings.

“I promise to love you for the rest of my life” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “To protect you and the family we’re going to build together. Even without my wings, even without my quirk, I’ll protect you.”

For a man who once believed he was destined to be alone, that moment felt nothing short of miraculous.

Time passed, and one day, while Keigo was at work, you called him. Breathless, your voice shook with excitement as you told him the news: you were pregnant. Keigo, sitting behind his desk at the Hero Commission with a cup of coffee in hand, couldn’t believe his ears. He bolted from his chair and raced home so fast you’d almost think his quirk had returned, bursting through the door, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you serious?” he asked, breathless with excitement.

When you nod and show him the positive pregnancy test, his grin would turn into a full-blown smile, the kind that makes his eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. You’d probably expect a more composed reaction from someone like him, but instead, he’d move faster than you’ve seen him move in a while.

Without warning, he’d scoop you up, twirling you around effortlessly despite his exhaustion. You’d both be laughing as he holds you close, pressing his forehead against yours. “We’re going to have a baby?” he’d ask again, his voice barely above a whisper, still making sure he isn’t dreaming.

The disbelief would quickly fade, and his excitement would bubble over. “I’m gonna be a dad?” His laugh would be a mix of nervousness and joy.

Hawks, who was always so confident on the battlefield, would suddenly seem a little more vulnerable, maybe even a bit shaky from the emotional rush.

Then, in his fashion, he’d playfully add, “Does that mean I have to, like, baby-proof the whole house? Or maybe teach them how to fly?” His words would be teasing, but the glint in his eyes would show how serious he is about wanting to protect both you and the baby.

As the initial excitement dies down, there’d be a softer moment. He’d sit you both down, still holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing circles against your skin. There might be a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—Keigo never had the best upbringing, and deep down, that would probably stir up some quiet fears about whether he could be the kind of father your child deserves.

But he wouldn’t say that out loud, not immediately. Instead, he’d look at you, his expression softening, and say something like, “You know, I’ve always been good at flying solo, but…I think this is the one mission I want to be part of a team for.”

The months that followed were a whirlwind. Keigo was more protective than ever, fussing over your comfort, making sure you ate well, and attending every doctor’s appointment.

His eyes were filled with awe as he watched the ultrasound screen, hearing the steady heartbeat of the tiny life you had created together.

But with that joy came anxiety. Late at night, as he lay beside you, those old fears crept in. His father had been a terrible man, filled with anger and violence. What if Keigo had inherited that darkness? What if he wasn’t good enough? One night, the weight of it all became too much, and in the dark, he whispered his fears.

“What if I mess this up?” His voice trembled. “What if I’m not a good father?”

But you reassured him, and slowly, he began to believe that he could be different—that he already was.

Because he knew all too well what a horrible childhood felt like—he had lived through it firsthand—Keigo was determined to ensure his child would experience something entirely different. He had endured the fear, the loneliness, and the pain of growing up in a broken home, with no sense of love or stability. And now, more than anything, he wanted to give his child a life they could be proud of.

He wanted them to grow up feeling safe, loved, and cherished, surrounded by the warmth of a family that supported them. A family built on love, not fear. He was determined that their childhood would be nothing like his. Instead of the cold indifference he had known, his child would be embraced with affection, and instead of shame, they would feel pride—pride in their family and in the love their parents shared.

Keigo wanted them to see what a strong, healthy relationship looked like. To know, from the very start, that they were wanted and adored by both of their parents. He wanted to raise them with the sense of security he never had, so they could grow up confident, knowing they were part of something whole and good.

Above all, Keigo wanted his child to look at their family with pride, knowing that their parents loved each other deeply and fought for the life they were building together.

The day your baby was born was the happiest of Keigo’s life. Sitting beside you, watching as you held your newborn, he felt the ache of his missing wings. He wished he could wrap them around you both, shelter you from the world. Tears filled his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to your baby’s forehead.

“They’re perfect,” he whispered, overwhelmed with love and gratitude, leaving the gentlest kiss on their little forehead.

In that moment, Keigo Takami—the man who once thought he could only be a hero—realized that he had everything he had ever dreamed of. He had you, his partner, his love, and now, his child, a symbol of the future he had dared to hope for.

Though he would love his child unconditionally, deep down, my personal headcannon is that he secretly hoped for a boy.

Someone who could grow strong and protect you, just as he had vowed to do.

And while no one could say for sure if his quirk was truly gone forever after All for One stole it, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day, a pair of small red wings appeared on your child’s back!

After Hawks became a pro hero he had his own plush, so imagine your child holding it as baby Keigo held the Endeavor one, this is extremely cutee

bonus super cute scene!

One afternoon, Keigo was sprawled out on the living room floor, lazily flipping through a magazine while your toddler crawled all over him, tugging at his hair and poking at his face. It was one of those rare, lazy days where he didn’t have to rush off for work, and he cherished every second of it. Even if it meant being turned into a human jungle gym.

Your child—who had inherited Keigo’s striking golden eyes—giggled as they clambered onto his back, grabbing handfuls of his messy blond hair and pretending to ‘fly’ like Hawks used to.

“Whoa there, little bird,” Keigo laughed, turning his head slightly so he could see the mischievous look on his child’s face. “You’re not old enough to be flying yet, and besides…” He gave an exaggerated sigh, dramatically slumping onto the floor as if in defeat. “Daddy’s wings are still in the shop.”

Your child squealed in delight, bouncing up and down on Keigo’s back as if they didn’t care at all about the missing wings. “Fly! Fly!” they chanted, pulling on his shirt like reins.

Keigo groaned playfully, shifting his body around as if preparing for takeoff.

“Alright, alright, but this flight is gonna cost ya,” he teased, glancing up at you with a wink. “One kiss for the captain, and we might just make it to the couch in one piece.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t help smiling as your child leaned over and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Keigo’s cheek. He beamed, as if that kiss gave him all the power he needed. With a dramatic grunt, he pushed himself up on all fours, his child clinging to his back like they were riding a mighty steed.

“Hawks Airlines, taking off!” he announced, crawling around the living room with exaggerated movements, making airplane noises and tilting his body from side to side as if navigating through invisible turbulence. Your child shrieked with laughter, their tiny hands gripping his shoulders.

Keigo made a few loops around the coffee table before finally collapsing in a heap of mock exhaustion. “Phew! Rough landing, folks. We’ve reached our destination—couchland,” he said breathlessly, rolling onto his back and pulling your child into his arms. “Thank you for flying with the best retired hero-slash-dad in the world.”

Your child giggled and snuggled into his chest, their small body rising and falling with Keigo’s soft laughter. He looked down at them, his golden eyes warm and full of love, then glanced up at you with a goofy grin. “I gotta admit, I may have lost my wings, but I’ve gained a pretty cute co-pilot."

protecting her

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I THOUGHF THIS WAS GOING TO BE A CUTE POST BUT DAMN YOU I GOF MY EART SHATTER

Ugh ugh ugh I love hawks. I LOVE hawks. Guy who beams about how much he loves people, who says that he would kill people for people. Guy with so much survivor's guilt it doesn't even register as guilt anymore, he just tilts his head like a cat. Because why would he feel survivor's guilt when it's HIS fault he's the survivor (it wasn't his fault). Extremely perceptive guy who understands everyone but himself.

Hawks literally in the comics swings the door open to his empty home with no furniture, singing "I'm home!" to absolutely no one and sits on the fucking floor.

GUY WHO REMEMBERS HUGGING A PLUSH TOY ALONE SURROUNDED BY TRASH AS A LITTLE BOY AND SAYS, WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS: "I wasn't alone in all this. 😇" LIKE HIS FUCKING IMAGINARY FRIEND COUNTED. HE'S 23 FUCKING YEARS OLD. I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF.

after school

Lets collectively step on him until he twitch like a roach