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Hello again! You're my favorite writer for black readers, and I'm thrilled you're blogging again because it makes me feel so recognized❤️. I'd like to ask for a Hawks x Black Reader story in which it is Hawks and the reader's anniversary (Hawks can actually make it this time) and they go to a beautiful dinner after which things get more intimate in the bedroom.
Anniversary (Hawks x Black Fem Reader NSFW)
They don’t call me VixenPen for nothing 😉
The house was dark when you got home.
Your lips twitched into a frown, and your heart plummeted dejectedly, but you tried to ignore it.
It wasn’t unusual for Keigo to work through important dates like holidays, birthdays, and yes, even anniversaries—but damn.
From the way he had enthusiastically ensured you that he had carved out time for your anniversary this time around; you thought this time would be different. He had even ensured you that he’d planned something special for the two of you.
You shuffled into the house and shrugged off your jacket. Oh well. He would make it up to you. He always did.
Trying to hold on to that hope, you padded to the kitchen and began rifling through the cabinets to find something to munch on.
Once you found some leftover dumplings, you settled down on the couch and curled up in front of the t.v. Before you could turn to your favorite show, a text came through on your phone.
Keibae 🐥: What are u waitin for babes? Get ready!
Huh? What are u talking about? Ready for what?
Keibae🐥: To go out
Ur not making any sense. Go where?
Keibae🐥: 🤦🏼♂️ just go look in the closet
You’re wrinkled your brow at the text, confused by your boyfriend’s strange responses.
“Dammit, Keigo.”
You grumbled, pushing yourself off the couch.
This better not be some kind of prank.
You thought, heading to the huge, airy room the two of you shared and flicking on the light.
You had to admit; one of the benefits of being married to one of the richest men in the country was the beautiful home you two shared. Alaskan king sized bed, modern art on the walls, real wood floors, and expensive rugs.
The closet was the size of a guest room and most of it was designated to you.
So when you snapped on the light and saw the beautiful silver gown hanging from the racks your eyes practically bugged out.
“Oh my god..”
You marveled, tiptoeing toward the dress like it was a baby fawn you might scare off if you made too much noise.
Keigo had hung it from one of the wracks that faced the closet door. The material felt liquid smooth between your fingers and a provocative split ran up the side almost to the hip.
You remembered this dress. In fact, you remembered the first time you ever laid eyes on this dress. It had been during a surprise trip with Keigo to Paris.
The gorgeous gun metal silver gown had been draped over a slim mannequin. You had gawked at it forever, imagining the sensuous fabric and beautiful color popping against your brown skin. Keigo had offered to get it for you then, but that gown cost easily more than anything either of you owned; so you had declined.
Seeing the dress now with its masterful draping and tailoring was like observing a work of art up close. Especially when you looked down to see the gorgeous Christian Louboutin heels sparkling beneath them.
A familiar mirthful chuckle sounded from behind you and you whipped around toward the sound.
There stood your husband in all his glory. Keigo’s crooked, almost boyish smile was a sharp contrast with the masculine figure he cut in his tailored suit. The grey jacket had pinstripe patterns and the pants were perfectly tailored to his lean, muscular physique. His wings, as always, were the piece de resistance. Huge, shiny, and a deep, brilliant red.
“Keigo!” You exclaimed.
His smile softened.
“Unless you have a fairy godmother, I don’t know about, you better start getting dressed, feather. We have reservations.”
You let it out a disbelieving laugh, happy tears stinging the corner of your eyes.
“Baby, how…? When did you—?”
“I told you I had something special planned, didn’t I? I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Feather.”
“But how did you even sneak past me?”
The man only winked in response.
“Get dressed, y/n. I’ll be downstairs.”
With that final command, he turned and left you in your own delighted shock.
When you glided down the stairs, it truly felt like a Cinderella moment. Especially when Keigo’s golden eyes went wide with awe.
“Wow…” he breathed.
“You like?”
“No wonder you wanted that dress so bad. It’s a masterpiece on you.”
You giggled as you ascended the stairs; accepting the flowers Keigo handed you. You plucked one of the gorgeous lilies and tucked it into your immaculately styled natural hair.
“Kei, how on earth did you sneak this past me?” You accepted his outstretched hand so he could help you down the stairs.
“A magician can’t reveal all his secrets, y/n.”
“Ok, well, can you at least reveal where we’re going?”
“Nope!”
He held the front door for you. A Rolls Royce limo waited at the curb.
A distinguished looking driver with a cat quirk that gave him whiskers and a tail got out and held the door open for the two of you.
The black seats were warm and constellation like lights dotted the roof. Champagne sat chilled in a bucket along with glasses on the small table.
Keigo grabbed the bottle and grinned.
“A toast?”
“To my workaholic husband finally getting a holiday off? Absolutely.” You joked.
Keigo laughed and uncorked the bottle. You held your glass so he could pour your drink and the pair of you held your glasses aloft.
“A toast to the only thing that can pull me away from work.”
You laughed as the clink of your glasses capped off the toast.
“So, Mr. Takami, since I’m strong enough to pull you out of work, is theirs any chance I can convince you to tell me where you’re taking me?” You leaned toward him, seductively.
“Hmm.” Keigo hummed, sipping his champagne slowly. Then he turned his hooded gaze on you and you felt your heart rev. How did he manage to turn your own seductive games around on you? “No, but I’d love to see how you go about trying to.”
You slid a manicured hand up your husband’s lap. Lipstick be damned this was a special occasion. Keigo seemed to read your expression because he leaned back against the seats and knocked the window a couple of times.
The driver rolled up the partition, and you got to work.
You unzipped your husband’s pants blindly while the man pulled you into a fervent kiss. Your lips skipped their way down Keigo’s neck to his exposed collarbone. Keigo shivered, letting out a sigh at the soft sensation of your mouth against his chest.
“Hmm,” you giggled, rubbing his growing erection. “That didn’t take long.”
“Have you seen you?” Keigo smirked down at you. “I’ve been holding back since the minute you came down in that dress.”
“Oh yeah?” You worked his hard-on out of his boxers. “Well, don’t hold back now.”
Your tongue slid up his length, Keigo’s head fell back; a groan escaping his throat.
The restaurant Keigo escorted you to was a five star affair with a gorgeous view of the city sparkling below. The well dressed crowd turned to stare at the two of you as the maître d’ escorted you to a private room with low lighting, candles, and a string quartet.
Keigo pulled your chair for you, allowing you to sit.
“Keigo, I still can’t believe you took the time off to be with me.”
Keigo cocked his head ever so slightly. His bird like tendencies always made you smile, but the concerned expression on his handsome face worried you.
“I hate that you even have to say that.” He exhaled and looked out at the city and sea sparkling below. “Y/n, you’re the most important person in my world. If I’ve ever made you feel like you weren’t worth it, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, stretching a hand across the table to your husband.
“Keigo,” You squeezed his hand, “the safety of the country is much bigger than me. Sure, it’s sucked in the past not being able to spend important dates with you, but I’ve never doubted how much you loved me. I knew who I married and your dedication to your work is exactly what I love about you.”
Your husband sighed, a soft smile lighting up his page.
“I’m the luckiest man alive. Japan could burn if you weren’t in it.”
“You don’t mean that.” You giggled.
Keigo’s expression was stone.
“I mean it more than you know. And it’s time I start showing you.”
Keigo fished for something in his pocket before getting down on his knee.
A surprised Yelp escaped You.
“Kei, what are you doing?”
“I’m hoping you’ll say: ‘yes’ a second time when I ask: will you re-marry me?”
You brought a hand to your mouth letting out a disbelieving laugh.
“Are you kidding? Of course I’ll re-marry you, you idiot!”
Keigo barely had time to stand up before you leapt into his arms.
Three courses later, the band had packed up and left the two of you to your own devices.
And thank god they had because you were currently pressed up against the huge floor to ceiling windows with your husband’s strong hands holding your thigh around his waist.
“Babe,” you giggled between your husband’s hungry kisses. “Slow down!”
Keigo groaned. “I’ve been trying to ‘slow down’ all night every time you stood up in that dress. If i go any slower I’ll stop aging.”
You laughed, pushing away the man’s eager hands.
“What if I told you; I have a surprise for you too?”
Keigo pulled back, brows raised in shock.
“I’d say, to quote you; how did you sneak that past me?”
You grinned. “Sit down and I’ll show you.”
Your husband bit his lip and eyed you suspiciously, but he went back to the lone table and took a seat.
“Eyes clooosed.” You sang, tauntingly.
Keigo chuckled, but shut his golden eyes, pulling his wings in front of his face.
You giggled and slipped out of your dress.
“Ok, open them.”
As your husband’s beautiful, golden irises came into view; you allowed the dress to slither down your smooth brown skin to the floor.
It pooled around your feet.
Keigo’s vermilion feathers stood on end and his jaw went slack as your crystal covered, melanated body was revealed.
The sparkle of the city washed over you, absorbing into your dark skin and your hair looked like a halo framing your face.
The lingerie you were just barely covered in was studded with Swarovski crystals that sparkled like stars against your brown body.
He was practically salivating at the sight in front of him. The avian swallowed hard, leaning back in his chair.
“Holy shit,” he rubbed a hand over his face. “How the hell did you get this past me?”
You laughed.
“You’re not the only one who’s full of surprises.”
“Clearly…”
You walked toward your man and straddled his lap.
Eager hands landed on your bare ass and the two of you fell into a needy kiss. Desperate moans escaped each of you as Keigo massaged your bottom.
He nipped your bottom lip, dragging it slowly. Your hands ran through his windswept blonde hair. You felt his dick stirring against your throbbing pussy and pressed down against him.
“Shit…” Keigo cursed against your lips.
In a quick motion, he stood and plopped you on the table. His kisses growing deeper and more impassioned with every passing minute.
You managed to slip his suit jacket off around his wings even as his hands coasted over every curve of your body. His fingers gripped your soft thighs.
And he gazed at you with such intense desire it was almost frightening.
“The day I have to choose between you or Japan, y/n, is the day I’ll become a villain.”
The declaration shot through you like lightening. Keigo didn’t even give you time to process it, because in a matter of minutes he was on his knees and gazing at your glistening sex like it was the first thing he’d had to eat all day.
When his hot mouth landed on your womanhood, you screamed in pleasure, threading your fingers through his hair.
Keigo sucked at your sex hungrily; his tongue massaging your clit.
His fingers stroked the soft skin of your thigh as you threw it around his shoulder. You gripped the table to keep from falling back. Your husband didn’t let up. His fingers pumped your heat as he sucked, smacked, and savored your pussy. Only when your legs began to shudder from your orgasms did he stop.
You pulled him into another kiss, practically growing with need.
“Fuck me~” you pleaded.
Without a word, you were scooped up and slammed against a cold surface. It took you a second to process that Keigo had pressed you against the floor to ceiling windows of the restaurant.
You shivered against the cold, but that sensation was quickly chased away by your husband’s dick sliding into your gripping cunt.
“Ahhaaa~fuck!”
“Shit, shit, shit!”
The two of you cried in unison.
Keigo stroked your juicy walls in long, savoring strokes; drawing out cries of pure pleasure from you.
His fingers dug into your ass as he held out his own orgasm with every pump into your tight, creaming pussy, but fuck was it hard.
“You~haa~realllly fucking missed me, huh?” He managed in between his own pleasured huffs.
“I could s-say the same about you.” You replied.
Keigo pressed his forehead to yours, his strokes finding a rhythm that had you bucking back against him. You locked gazes with your husband and it was all he could take before he shot his load into your throbbing pussy.
Your legs spasmed as Keigo continued to Rut into your now full, sloppy sex.
Your head landed against the window with a thud. Keigo’s fell against your chest.
“God.” He sighed. Then he laughed.
“What?” You huffed back, staring down at the man.
He shook his head and gave you a tired smile.
“If this is what I’ve been missing out on, maybe I should retire early.”
You laughed, running your fingers across the man’s scruffy jaw lovingly. Then again through his messy, blonde locks.
“Babe, this anniversary alone makes up for everyone you’ve ever missed.”
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To make a long story short, however, I am now taking emergency commissions. I had stopped doing commissions because I wanted to focus on my “grown up” job and my heart had not been in creating, well, my heart has no choice BUT to be in creating now because I have to take care of myself, my family, and pay my bills. I want to become a full time content creator and making/creating. So I’m back on my grind. I wil be taking both commissions and requests (requests for practice and commissions for money)
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This person: *takes photo of moon surrounded by clouds* Ah yes, I know exactly which mid-19th century painting of a biblical winged nude beefcake this reminds me of
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.”
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My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA
They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs.
I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers. So I can call them whenever I feel scared.
BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused.
And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy.
BACA has changed my fucking life.
I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing.
Had seen this before, but never realised that this is on an international level - there’s even a contact address close to where I live (in Germany), very cool (though hoping the only use I’ll ever have to make of it is for donations) ❤
And if you are interested in being one of these riders protecting kids & have a, shall we say, colorful past? You are not automatically excluded. Certain crimes will not pass the background check (anything involving a child obviously), but check with your local chapter to see what they accept.
At this time, they are up to 47 states & 17 countries (Aug 2021)
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