HAWKGIRL

[reincarnatedhawk]

Shifter (CJ) -  Pronouns: They/Them  -  ADHD, bear with me, and other issues. Blog is 18+ (Kendra is 24(technically way older)) -  Mun is 25+ (b. 1995) Pre-established relationships welcome  -  Mutuals Only No Godmodding or metagaming

Heavy and healthy mix of Pre-52 Canon and Rebirth Canon. Making my own sort of canon for Kendra. Definitely not DCTV

Any questions just drop an ask, don’t be shy

Shipping chemistry only, no ‘expected’ or ‘assumed’ ships. Everything must come naturally. I will never force a ship or pre-established relationship for any reason and i expect the same favor returned. Always accepting new threads

Icons painstakingly made by me

headcanons

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[starwarscolors]

[metalfeather]

Theirs was a connection forged and re-forged over the ages. No matter what form it took, no matter the distance, they always managed to find their way to one another. It was closeness beyond the intimate, souls entangled, fates shared. That was how she managed to get under his skin with more ease than anyone he'd met, he suspected. It's how he manages to do the same.

It is, he guesses, how they mange to communicate so effortlessly and efficiently. He sees it behind her eyes, the gears of her brain turning, the defiance she had for his fleeting attempt at gentility, all without the utterance of a single word.

Okay, Kendra, game on.

Her momentum inspires his, fingers locking in place around the crown of her head as he responds with one quick thrust. A statement, a response to protests unspoken. A heated low grunt escapes his lips, then, bucking his hips back and forth once more, again, and again, each with increasing ferocity, building up to the pace she'd set.

" You think you can take it, Kendra?" Words spoken with an upturned lip, his eyes fixed on hers, taking her in, taking all of her in. There was a spark behind his eyes, a fire, dim, but building with each second. Pure hunger and lust, kept in check, slowly being let out. " Show me you can take it, baby."

[reincarnatedhawk]

She can see that flame spark itself in his eyes. That little gleem when she takes the time to challenge his control and strength by turning a gentle touch into some measure of roughness. A living jolt of electricity burns its way up her spine, echoing with a muffled whimper against the girth of his length. And then? A noise of affirmation.

Could she take it? Oh. If he was going to be her daddy-- He had some measure of things to learn didn't he?

Half lidded, her dark gaze looks forward as he presses his hips forth, and she presses back into it. A brief sound of gag, a little cough, but it's fleeting. Taking him was an endeavor. But she was durable, and by god was she determined. She helps gloss him up a little bit to help her take him. Tongue continuing to lavish and toy with him while she plunges to finally let his hips touch her welcoming lips.

It's an effort, sure, and Kendra's eyes practically roll back into her head when he presses all the way to the furthest depths that he could fully reach.

In a sudden moment though, she has to pull back. Pop herself off of that swollen engorged head, but still let it settle against her plush lips. Soft heated panting, a little whimper.

"So big, daddy..." Kendra's practically on autopilot, breathing so heavily while her tongue laps idly at him. Not a thought other than him or this moment.

[soranatus]

Kendra Saunders / Hawkgirl By Vinicius Lopez

[soranatus]

Hawkgirl (2023) #1 variant cover by Mateus Manhanini

[achele-gleerph]

[reincarnatedhawk]

"--Look, Shay's Hawkwoman. I'm 24, I'm Hawkgirl."

[reincarnatedhawk]

                     Actually

             I’ve found the mace thing                             works in pretty much every situation.

[reincarnatedhawk]

"Why do they always monologue?"

[metalfeather]

It's a strange dichotomy, to look down at her and see her multitudes. Kendra as she was, echoes of their lives, memories of nights spent together and passions shared; And Kendra as she is, her own person. Young, bright eyed, not as world weary as he was, her experiences fresh.

Babygirl, perhaps too apt a term.

He twitches repeatedly under her touch, once at the repeating of that word, then again when she finally makes contact. He was starting to ache, so desperate for her touch, so desperate to lose himself in her. To make her his, for him to be hers. Again. Forever.

" I know you do, babygirl." There is only the hint of strain in his voice, hands, so big, so rough, coming to rest on either side of her head, tense fingers roaming through her short locks. He was impressed by her tenacity, for her to go as deep as she did, without choking or coughing. She was being so good for him.

" That's it, baby, nice and easy." He rocks his hip forward, slowly, gently even. As tough as he talked, he wanted this to be as nice for her as it was for him. Her pleasure, just as important as his. " You're doing so good."

[reincarnatedhawk]

What is it about the praises he sings to her that drive that jolt of energy up her spine again? She can feel her face heat up as she continues to lavish him with all of the love and care that she thought that someone like him certainly deserved.

Amplified further with his gentle touch on either side of her head when she plunged down him so expertly as she did. Calm as he seemed on the surface, she could tell just how worked up he was from their little build up. Every little twitch of him between her welcoming lips was story told well enough. Feeling this odd sense of familiarity with him, it was like his mind was open for her to read. Something that, of course, she'd tie to their shared time together more than a cycle of reincarnation.

Though she wants to prove something he should already know. That she's not delicate, or soft. The kid gloves needn't be on, for this gentle touch. If he wanted to get off, she wasn't made of glass. In fact? Her ability to heal was probably more advanced than his.

With the tiniest choke of a cough coming forth she takes him ever deeper between her lips. Maintaining her lock with his eyes while she did. Groaning around him, before that languid motion is kept up. Her momentum picking up rather quickly. Salivating around all he'd had to offer her ministrations. If he was gonna play the part of 'Daddy-dom', she supposed she'd better prove she was out to make him feel good.

[reincarnatedhawk]

An idle thumb runs over her needy and wanting lips, something she practically replies with a breathless moan. Nearly choking on her own desire. Instead, swirling her tongue needily around his digit, and tightening her lips hold around it when it's so generously offered. It's fleeting, and she practically whines impatiently when he takes it away, but she is promptly put in her place.

So suddenly he had captured her lips in such a loving touch, as warm and gentle as it was heated and husky. In her mind, she tries so quickly to convince herself that this was sex and nothing more. Devoid of all want or feeling, and primarily adrenaline and her bodies need-- And to keep that rationale in her head while they're locked in such needing desire, she tells herself it's just polite to kiss back when kissed while someone's practically knuckle deep inside you, and about to rearrange the way you've set the place up.

Perhaps she had been just a little too cavalier. He'd gotten quite cocky in the brief moment they'd shared so far-- But that puts the air of authority about him in ways that certainly just set her head further abuzz.

But she's not gonna give him everything all at once.

"I'm not uttering that word again--" She sneers up at him, rocking herself forward with her hips in such a fluid motion that she may press her cheek to his abdomen, and for a moment just worship whatever had sculpted his body so perfectly. Sliding hands up his shirt and along every eager muscle, before wasting little more time, popping a button, unfastening a zipper. "Not until at least I confirm you're packing something worth--"

She doesn't need to get him clear of the boxers before her blown out eyes are shot even further with need and lust. "Fuck." It's low, it's heavy. She's peppering the imprint against his underwear with the most delicate of kisses.

[reincarnatedhawk]

She looks up at him so expectantly with those mostly innocent doe eyes. Playing her part rather perfectly. Earnestly, she hoped against all odds that he wasn't expecting so little experience from her just because she was near freshly 30, and they were supposedly fated to live and die together.

A mother, a young, powerful woman. No, she knew what she was doing, and she was far from afraid to play the game in that regard. Eyes shift from innocent to half lidded when he further exposes himself to her. She's almost satisfied to remain knelt there. To soak in the sight and scent of him baring his muscular body to her. But that ache between her thighs, that look of anticipation that floors itself to her face.

Nimble fingers so gently cradle the two hanging fruits beneath his turgid self. Massaging, caressing. Fondling until her hearts content.

"Don't worry, daddy. I know exactly what I'm doing." While it had been little more than a while. She was no stranger. Something shown when she waits for him to be at his most hardened, then so slowly drags her tongue along the underside of that engorged thickness. Before wrapping her pretty little lips around the head and dauntingly begins sinking herself down him.

It's about halfway she stops. As much practice as she may have had, he was definitely bigger than anyone else she'd been with. It would take some further practice in relaxing her throat enough to get all of him. Though that didn't mean he wasn't going to get worshipped. A soft little please hum, those eyes eagerly locked onto his, as her head begins to shift along the girth of him. Caressing him with those plush lips, whole her tongue freely lavished as she went.

It was downright addicting a feeling. Having him inside her-- Even if she was just trying to convince herself this was just sex.

[recursive-occlusion]

Kendra Saunders' civilian outfits from Hawkgirl (2023)

[metalfeather]

It was remarkable how much she was letting him get away with, the inches she allowed for him to take miles from. He was certainly not complaining, not in the slightest, relishing in the control he now possessed.

" Oh it very much is." He can't help the smugness in his expressions, his unoccupied hand moving up to brush a thumb against her already swollen lips. It occurs to him then; how, in the midst of all this passion and lust, he'd neglected one of her most beautiful features. A mistake he intended to remedy posthaste.

His thumb and middle fingers press against her cheeks, puckering her lips out for him to devour. It was the longing of ages, all his desire and yearning poured into the kiss; rough but loving, sloppy yet purposeful.

" I'd take real good care of you." He repeats, and as if to underline his point, he grinds his hips upward once more, his voice a low guttural whisper. " You wanna see it? Careful what you wish for." With the hint of a smirk, he flips them around in an instant, throwing her onto the couch while using the momentum to push himself back to his feet.

Now, he was quite literally towering, hands on his hips, giving her a moment to stop and admire, " You wish to do the honors?"

[reincarnatedhawk]

An idle thumb runs over her needy and wanting lips, something she practically replies with a breathless moan. Nearly choking on her own desire. Instead, swirling her tongue needily around his digit, and tightening her lips hold around it when it's so generously offered. It's fleeting, and she practically whines impatiently when he takes it away, but she is promptly put in her place.

So suddenly he had captured her lips in such a loving touch, as warm and gentle as it was heated and husky. In her mind, she tries so quickly to convince herself that this was sex and nothing more. Devoid of all want or feeling, and primarily adrenaline and her bodies need-- And to keep that rationale in her head while they're locked in such needing desire, she tells herself it's just polite to kiss back when kissed while someone's practically knuckle deep inside you, and about to rearrange the way you've set the place up.

Perhaps she had been just a little too cavalier. He'd gotten quite cocky in the brief moment they'd shared so far-- But that puts the air of authority about him in ways that certainly just set her head further abuzz.

But she's not gonna give him everything all at once.

"I'm not uttering that word again--" She sneers up at him, rocking herself forward with her hips in such a fluid motion that she may press her cheek to his abdomen, and for a moment just worship whatever had sculpted his body so perfectly. Sliding hands up his shirt and along every eager muscle, before wasting little more time, popping a button, unfastening a zipper. "Not until at least I confirm you're packing something worth--"

She doesn't need to get him clear of the boxers before her blown out eyes are shot even further with need and lust. "Fuck." It's low, it's heavy. She's peppering the imprint against his underwear with the most delicate of kisses.

[theimaginauts]

HAWKGIRL

Art by OTTO SCHMIDT

[laultimacocacolaeneldesierto]

Hawkgirl by Abhay Raj Kanwar

[reincarnatedhawk]

" I like your falcon costume. It's very feathery. "

"That's me."

"Falcon-Girl."

[metalfeather]

It was a surprise-- A most pleasant one, but a surprise nonetheless, to see her like this. She was often so headstrong, so loudmouthed, that to see her come so utterly undone like this, have her be so-- submissive, for the lack of a better term. It excited him more than he had anticipated.

He takes the moment in, his palm grinding slowly, insistently, against her. At last, he lets himself break as well, a groan, deep and throaty, leaving him in an exhale as he watched her with utter adoration, committing to memory all the ways her face contorted.

" What if I am?" His hand stops, fingers trailing up to her waistline, digits looping around the belt buckle to pull her to him once more, properly onto his lap, situating her directly on top of him. " What if I could take care of you-- real good?"

His gaze lowers, face angled downward, watching as his fingers moved to tug her belt loose, his hips grinding against her in one slow, deliberate rock. " Would you like that baby girl?"

[reincarnatedhawk]

Her gaze had been reduced, boiled down to nothing but a half-lidded stare of need and want when he just continues to so mercilessly toy with her body. Why did she ever fight this? This burning feeling of need and wanton thirst to just drink him all in, and she had spent so much time pretending it wasn't there?

Eyes are locked tight with his, sharing the most longing intimate stare as he does his best to unravel every thread of sensibility she had worked so hard to weave in the veil between the two of them. A further effort is made to shut herself the fuck up, to not give in further-- As much as her teeth tugged along those painted red lips, the bottom of her mouth had become just as even a shade of crimson from repeated pressure.

But this time? It fails without even a second's resistance. A yelp and a moan when she's manhandled further, the control happily taken from her hands for once. Happy to not be expected to hold all the cards.

"So, if you were Daddy, you'd take care of me?" Her fingers run along his muscular bulky forearms, possessed by the spirit of their cycle, of the addiction to him. She presses back into him, rolling her hips fluidly against his teasing rockings.

"Maybe you should let me see it before I decide? That-- Can't be real."