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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

♱ —length; 5.4K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !

♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney's hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

pity.

you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself.

you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair.

you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.

touya, was there name of the man you missed most about the world up above— his lips often tasted of sour grapes, his skin was rough from scratches and scrapes too but soft whenever you held a his hand. you thought that he adored you— touya would worship you like the gods had put your portrait in the stars up above and you’d do the same…spending your free time counting the flecks in cerulean eyes while soft white hair flows in the warm wind. he was brave, you knew that, a warrior who was strong and had promised you his hand once he returned from the battles his father had called him upon.

you were promised, you were happy and more in love than you thought possible— until the day touya tells you that he loves you with his dying breath, a sickness sweeping over topaz fem eyes, and you know he’d take your heart to the underworld too.

“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?”

the warmth of your day dreams slip away as the chill of his voice fills the stone cold lair. you dare to let your fingertips drift through the river of souls below the wall you lean against. “‘m not in the mood, hades.” the god of the underworld, keigo takami is a nuisance if you’d ever known one. a pain in your ass full of feathered flames— bright blue in all of their glory, they’re colder than most would expect, unbecoming of the colour that sprout’s from the king of the undead’s back.

“hawks. keigo, baby. c’mon little bird…” his voice is tight with humour, surprisingly playful for someone doomed to be surrounded by lifelessness for all of eternity. all of the underworld is dreary and damp, worn arching mountains made of old bones, skulls and teeth— rocks as sharp as swords that end lives with the sickly green stream of whining dead mortals. you can’t breathe down here…there’s no space for you to escape nor breathe around him and you hate it. “oh sugarplum…don’t play sourpuss! we’re all friends here!” the blonde god that burns cold flames picks your dainty fingers from the acidic pool of death.

he grinds your gears, and you have nowhere else to go. the thought of being stuck with a man who rules over ruined lives— infuriating you to no end. “i am not—“ you seethe, shoulders raised like a hissing cat or something akin to the three headed dog that guards this place. “your friend. far from it, hades.” the look on your face is far from impressed, discourteous with your lips turned into a nasty sneer and a sweltering spark to your usually pretty docile eyes.

it’s such a shame, how ill behaved you are after everything the man has done for you. “it’s hawks, honey.” the man reminds you, and in a flash he’s on you in all the ways you despise. his slimey grip of death squeezes your cheeks, dragging you up to his mighty height with your face in the palm of his burning hand. hades…hawks, he’s mean when he’s unhappy— the flames that form the wings of a fallen angel flicker a brilliant red and the temperature of them skyrockets. “‘n this is no way to act after all i’ve done for you cupcake.” despite the fury that radiates from the god…he coos gently.

“if i remember correctly… i’m the one who saved your little prick of a boyfriend… aren’t I?” even through all of the robes keigo wears, you can still feel the molten heat of his skin against yours as he pulls you in close— though you dangle from his hold, you’re practically chest to chest. you scramble to get away, but the god only digs his thumb further into your cheek. “we had a deal. your soul for his life.” with his free hand, he creates an apparition, tufts of smoke dancing to form people…one showing touya who bends at the knee to take the other’s hand— this one being you.

at first, the two characters seem happy, and an emotion akin to fondness settles in your bones— but not before touya’s little smoke figure trails away from yours to follow another woman “s’not my fault he left you. don’t take it out on me, doll,” hawks drawls, snapping his fingers to make the apparition disappear, your heart rattled in its place after reliving the scene and you force your gaze away with a grunt directed at the god. “now, since you’re being oh so disrespectful, we’ll add…give or take, another five years to your sentence with me instead of taking away seven. how’s that sound?”

“fuck you, hades.” turning your head, you spit directly between the god’s eyes, fuelled by your own hurtful rage.

your elevated, living pulse does nothing but serve to piss off the king of the underworld more— his blonde set of locks nearly exploding off of the top his head as he combusts into red hot flames once more. “still so bitter over a man who can’t love you like i do, huh?” keigo says your name, low and raspy, and you can’t remember the last time he’d uttered those syllables. it frightens you, after all you are a mortal in the grip of a man who takes lives for a living, but you’d never let him know that. “that’s almost pathetic.”

that hurts to hear, like a knife twisting in your fragile human gut… and so, kicking your feet, still high above the ground and suspended in the large god’s grip— you throw yourself about and claw at his temperate hand cupping your face harshly. “you do not love me, you wouldn’t know what that meant even if it kicked you in the face!” you yell, biting down on keigo’s hands in a futile attempt. “you’re just obsessed with me and would much rather me be a soulless corpse to keep you better company!”

“you better watch your tone with me, little bird—“

“you’re vile. you’re disgusting— a fool if you think i could ever see the bright side of being stuck here with you,” you ramble in response, and foolishly so. “i hate you hades, i hate you. did you know that? i want to repeat it for you. i hate yo—“

your words are never finished, for a resounding strike echoes throughout the cave like atmosphere on the underworld and you already feel the invisible bruising form under your skin, falling to the floor to cup your wound.

no matter how many times you had tested the god of death, he had never hit you like this before.

and you’ve never looked into his golden irises , never seen them so clearly or seen his pupils like black slits— leaving the amber colour to take over, reminding you of the surface sun. hawks looks almost predatory, hungry red flames for wings willing to swallow and burn everything in their path, including you.

“repeat yourself. what did you say?” keigo commands easily.

you gulp. “t-that i…”

“that you, what?” your name again, and you tremble.

“that i hate you,” you breathe. “i hate you.”

he seems to snap at this.

hawks smiles, teeth as sharp as razors set on display. “another five years into your sentence, pretty.” with a snap of his talon clawed fingers, the god has fragments of grey smog binding your wrist together, slipping over your nose and mouth to shut you the hell up. “‘m disappointed, yanno. i do care so much for you, i’m so attentive… but this has happened far too long to go unnoticed, little bird.”

the world around you rushes with air as you’re hauls into the god’s thick arms, you kick and scream muffled through the smoke in your mouth— watching as keigo conjures up a throne made of thorns, pain and bones, taking a comfortable seat into it despite the lost loved ones it might be made up of. “here we go again, darling.” the blonde sighs, not caring if you batter his back on the way down to taking his seat— dragging you into position to sit over the swell of his right thigh. “s’always the same old shit with you. so naughty.” keigo peers up at you through eyes like a bird of prey…watching, knowing the exact effect he has on you.

hyper aware of how much control he has over you, right down to your soul.

you squirm away and keigo let’s go of the smoke, letting you tilt your head back but still rooted in the god’s lap. “i hate you.” breathing deep, you try to ignore your body flushing with heat and the urge to buck down against keigo’s surprisingly muscular thigh.

“behave yourself. sit still,” hades coos, his touch cascades up your body, slipping under your bodice and sending warmth down each of the neurons like a flickering flame until he reaches the swell of your breasts— thumbing over your pebbled nipples in an attempt to pull a whine from between your resistant lips. it’s so cute to watch you try and fail, pretend like your hips aren’t aching to slide back and forth, drag your clit back and forth…back and forth over the man like a desperate bitch in heat, like you don’t want to put your hands in the brightness of his fire and watch yourself burn with lust. you’re no good at acting, pretending you wouldn’t slut yourself out for him, the one who owns you for all of eternity.

with a click of his fingers, all the power in the world between them pulls up the skirts of your robes, like wisps of a web until the fabric sits at your hips. “h-hate you… s’much,” you repeat though the venom to your voice is lost, shaky and falling into a pathetic moan instead as the god traces the fat at your hips, searing fingers sliding down to your fleshy ass before peeling you away from his thigh— amused at the stickiness that ties you to him. “f-fuck.”

“yeah sweetheart? you hate me this much?” the amusement is evident in his voice too, a slender digit sliding out from the curve of your ass to touch at your oozing wetness. “oh…i don’t know, doesn’t seem like you don’t like me. you can’t spend forever hatin’ me either; not when i get you like this.” the finger spreads apart your swelling folds, and hawks shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit. “lover boy ever make ya this wet?” you despise the way the god talks down on you, as if you’re just a slave to his cock and thighs and whatever he can give you…dopamine and lust hormones flooding your cute little mortal brain and making you pliant for him.

the beginnings of your arousal seeps warmly through the robes laying wrinkled against the fiery blonde’s thigh, sweet folds leaving a stain that betrays you in every way possible. touya could never… not like this, you’re soaked and you’ve barely been touched. only just, by feather light grazes against the supple fat at your waist. it’s the taunting pillowy cushion to hawks’ words too, they’re what’s gotten you so worked up— not too mean or too harsh, just enough to make you feel like you’re beneath him.

with your nails digging to hades’ arm, you cry out his name at a volume barely above a whisper— bottom lip wobbling and face crumbling just like your resolve because it hurts so good not to use him to get off, the shame only adding fuel to the fire in your lower belly. “s-shut up,” you struggle to get out, to mean what you say as your needy hole clenches against the blistering skin of a god. “you don’t make me feel shit…y-you could never be h-him—oh,” keigo flexes his thigh beneath your unloyal pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips in hunger as your words taper off into a sinful little sigh at your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. “oh…oh fuck you.”

“watch your mouth.” hades all but snarls, a cruel smirk beginning its horizon on his slightly chapped lips now that you’re finally playing his game, your hips falling into their own rhythm over his thigh—speeding up in their straddled dance over him. again, his hands explore all what your body has to offer and this time you let him, throwing your head back when hawks rips the fabric of your skirt to get a better view of your naked rosy cunt and how beads of glistening arousal pearl between perfect pussy lips. “don’t need to be your shitty little human to make you feel good, sweetheart. i know i’m better than him,” he makes a sick point of reminding you so, leaning back into his throne with a hazy look settling into the embers of his golden eyes, those of which are trained on the way your folds encapsulate his thigh as you get yourself off on him. “i’m your god, you’ll only ever feel the pinnacle of pleasure with me.”

you loath that this much is true, of all the times hawks has punished you for resenting him— talking back and being ungrateful, you’ve never cum as hard with anyone else as much as you have with him. when his flaming hands swallow your thighs, burn their hand prints into them until you can smell the scent of singeing flesh tangled with death, decay and your saccharine pussy you feel like you’re dying. you must be, with the waves of euphoria you’re drowning in, your lungs ache from the near screams of delight that rattle around in your throat with every grind against hawks— especially when he begins to bounce his thighs against your cunt that blossoms for him like a flower from the lands up above.

“you’re awful…” you say, teary eyed despite humping at keigo’s twitching thigh faster and faster with ragged breaths— giving him a front row seat to you losing your mind, to your slit drooling so delicately against him despite how roughly your body moves. his clawed hand reaches the back of your bodice, tearing it into two as if it were nothing and letting the fabric fall away from your bouncing chest.

his mouth is on your breasts within an instant, the heated pink tongue of the god rolling over your darkened areolas and rock hard nipples, standing on end from the cool death chilled air, before the sharpened edge of his teeth sink into your soft mounds. “only just now realising that, honey? when i’m literally the king of death?” hawks let’s go of you with a slick pop, his cheeks flushed red and lips in a state to match— cock and thigh twitching at the little simper you let out from the painful sting of his teeth biting at your skin. your state is no better than his, brows creased adorably in the centre of your forehead, mouth open in a raw ‘o’ shape and your eyes screwed shut while your skin shines with perspiration. a diamond in the rough.

“fuck, you look so fucking good,” the god of the underworld curses, glowing yellow eyes torn between watching your face contort in lechery and your mound, gliding smoothly over his paled yet golden skin— leaving a trail of slick in her wake. “oh fucking hell,” he beefs, from deep within his chest licentiously, the words caught in his throat when you start to bounce up and down in the god’s lap by your own accord. “that’s right, ride it. ride my thigh like you fucking hate me.” he leers, goading you into lifting your hips and slamming your clit back down on his shaky thigh, eyes a dark and molten gold rolling back at the sight.

you don’t have the energy to curse him out again, whimpering and mewling like a fallen angel as you reach out to grab keigo’s shoulder in order to steady yourself. your body is wracked with the shakes and trembles even as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, one hand on his hip, using him as leverage to ride him, throwing yourself down on him as the lewd pap of your sticky pussy fills the sex and death tainted air. hawks’ mouth is back on you, biting and marking your neck, licking a nasty trail from your collarbones and back to the swell of your breasts to suckle on them— only serving to make your cunt fish every time it’s lifted from his thigh, ruining his dark robes with slick and making his wings burn brighter like the ball of lust growing between you.

hawks plants his feet firmly on the floor, his hands smoothing over your ass so he can roughly pull your cheeks apart, slamming you back down on his quivering leg every time it juts up to meet your pretty, syrupy cunt. you squeak, the hood of your clit pulled back, blood rushing right too it carrying sex crazed hormones that make your whole body tingle. “oh, just look at your fucking pussy. so, wet. so nasty.” he laughs like the sight of you staining his leg, humping it like a bitch is ludicrous. “you sure you hate me?” you do, gods you fucking do but you can barely talk with the delight pain that sparks at your ass cheeks as keigo marks them with burns again. branding you with the hades name— making you property of the underworld.

“how can you hate me when you belong to me?” he bleats sweet and soft despite how rough hades is with you, scattering your pretty body with scalding burn marks. “when i make you feel so good that you can’t even remember your own pathetic little mortal name?” he says it then, when he’s growling and smacking a blazing hand down against your bruising ass, making you cry out and howl and drag your nails down his skin. keigo did you a favour, saving your weak and loving soul above all else after your lover had cast you aside— he protected you, nurtured you and all you could do was look at him like he ruined the world for you. so in turn, every time you would act up like this, keigo would fuck you until you were literally an inch from losing your life, reminding you that you bound to him for all of eternity, no matter what you did.

“you’re mine. remember?” he coos to you when your head starts to loll and you’re hiccuping so hard you can’t even think to breathe right. “my little queen of the underworld.”

slumping forward, you don’t slow the roll of your hips, the gentle glide of your slippery cunt along hades’ blazing thigh and instead you shake your head, weakly, miserably to the point where he just finds your denial cute. “‘m not…i-i,” you gargle, words incoherent against the molten core of keigo’s chest. “i fucking hate you—uhuh, yeah…i do.” you moan.

like most humans, you’re fucking pitiful but your voice adorned with lust is enticing to a god who hears nothing but deathly wails all day. “keep tellin’ yourself that; baby but look at how you fall apart on my lap. uhuh…yeah?” keigo flashes you his pearly whites through his condescending smirk and tone, using you so bristfully that every time he pushes you back and forth over his thigh you go as far back as to grind your puffy clit against his knee. “that felt good, huh? yeah i know…you’re all mine.”

you fucking hate him, and that voice of his and how he plays you for a fucking fool.

you hate how his possession over you makes you needy, makes you melt and how you eagerly nod your head, sore and bruised by flames all over as you push it into keigo’s neck— the knot in your tummy nice and tight, so good that it hurts. “‘m close… don’t stop. please, o-oh fuck!” you cry, coated in your own essence as it splatters every time you slam your pretty pussy down on hawks, clenching around nothing, your sweet words soothing the ache in his rigid dick. “j-just like that. f-fuck! keigo!”

the way you drawl out the syllables of his name makes a primal urge stir in the god— he circles your hips on him, let’s his calloused finger tips burn their mark against your hips and your thighs and your ass, knowing that the torment gets you off, makes your creamy cunt wetter. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess in my lap? paint your god with your pretty juices?” he teases, short for breath leaning up with a fond smile until your lips are just barely apart. he wonders how you’ll look when you cum this time; if your sweaty swollen lips with hungrily accept his, if you’ll cry with your eyes closed or look him in his own— your sparkling bambi eyes swirling with hatred and dread like they always do. “c’mon…come on. give it to me, sweetheart, lemme feel you come undone.”

hot fingers, the ones that branded you push into your clit— pinching it as hades writes his signature against your throbbing pussy, moaning with you when you jolt. “yeah, you like that?” he growls, voice hoarse and your body betrays you once more, head nodding into his neck. “mhm, you’re gonna cum like this for me aren’t you? you’re gonna fucking cum for the god you hate. that’s it…oh gods, that’s fuckin’ it, doll.”

“i-i’m! oh gods, keigo—!” you squeal as the knot of lust within you unravels all at once, your core gushing with release as hades makes you dive head first into a blinding orgasm. you violently shake and your thighs lock around his hand that works you through your high and releases the pressure in your pussy, sweet streams of clear arousal soaking his lap and dripping down your thighs. hawks can’t bring himself to stop, doesn’t know where to look as he draws tighter circles on your little nub, drawing out your orgasm for his own amusement, addicted to how your skin shines with your release. “s-stop! please… s’too much!” you squeak.

the world spins harder on its axis and you barely have time to register hawks flipping your positions, folding you with your back to the throne and legs thrown over the bend of his burly arms. he can’t wait any fucking longer, feeling as if his cock might explode without being inside of you, watching you cum like that having sent him into a throbbing frenzy. you haven’t even calmed down yet, still limp from your orgasm when keigo pushes his length through your seeping, glistening folds, red cockhead catching on the hood of your clit in desperation, poking at your fluttering hole, ready to fuck into you while he lets his dick slap along the length of you.

“j-just because you’ve made me cum…doesn’t mean i like you, nor trust you.” you pant in denial, trying and failing to open your pretty eyes to the underworld. “it doesn’t mean anything.”

but keigo, he’s too far gone to care at this point. he could care less if you hate him, if you adore him, worship him or fear him. the only thing on his mind right now is sinking his yearning, pulsating shaft into your slick, slit while you’re still coming down from heaven and back to him in the world below. “don’t give a fuck,” he says, a hankering feeling to fuck you now clouding his mind. “i don’t need your trust little bird, i already know your body fucking loves me.”

he won’t last long and neither will you, you’re already only just hanging on by a thread. “i-i don’t,” you slur, spit on the pad of tongue feeling heavy, you still haven’t recovered from your orgasm, squeezing down on every inch that keigo pushes into you— even though you’re wet beyond belief, your pink little hole can’t help but resist him, as if your body is finally denying him after everything he put you through on his thigh. “n-no…no no!” you cry out, a mess of dry lips and crystal tears, lifting your ass from the seat of the throne to try and coax hawks back into you. “please…need it, y-your cock…p-please!”

“see look, you’re being so nice now… is that all it takes? play with your precious pussy a little bit and you stop pretending to hate me?” keigo laughs huskily, dragging a thumb over his seedy tip as his fat length sits on your tummy— before shoving the soiled digit against your clit, pressing it into your pleasure nub so loosen you up a bit to take him. “this pussy doesn’t hate me, does she? oh no…she belongs to me.”

you shudder at his words despite the heat of his flames, and you’re not even given a second to respond or prepare before his ribbed and red hot cock is shoved into your unused hole, his practised hands lifting you higher from the throne to accommodate for all of his size. “oh…oh god, k-keigo,” you coo like a little angel, your gaze losing its focus while the king of death folds you in half against his royal seat, the forked and purpling veins decorating his shaft pressing up against new pulse points, pinging them with ecstasy the further he presses into you.

hawks bends over your shaky frame, golden and carved abs pressed against the backs of your thighs, the god smothering you with his body once he reaches the hilt, your knees digging blissfully into your shoulders, his cock already nestled against your g-spot from the pure size of him and you feel so full, like keigo is everywhere around you, a pleasant pain thrumming as your squishy insides stretch over his cold. he’s in your guts, your senses, your heart though it’s blackened with hatred for him.

you’re dizzy and your eyes droop, mind void of thought and you don’t have the effort to hate him anymore— not when he makes you feel like this. “nuh-uh, wake up sweetheart, want you to look at me as i fuck ya, kay?” keigo whispers to you sweetly, his blazen hand smacking down on your face, pulling the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard from between your lips. “that’s it, wake up f’me. listen to this cunt call my name,” he laments tapping your cheek once more and grins at the branded hand print before golden eyes lock themselves away— taking away your sunshine from up above. you listen intently, the lewd squelch of your insides bouncing of stacks of bones and towers of skeletons, at a volume much higher than the cries of the undead. “my messy messy girl, so messy you might as well admit that you’re in love with me.”

while that couldn’t have been further from the truth, you submit to the god who makes you a slave to his cock— slowly withdrawing from your snug walls, pulling out of your sticky selfish cunt. “ain’t it damned shame that lover boy took you for granted?” he growls with a voice tinged with possession. “such a shame that you’re sentenced to slutting yourself out on this cock for the rest of your days…oh fuck, you’re tight.” hips surging forwards, hawks sets a steady pace to rocking his dick into you, blunt cockhead pushing and pulling against sensitive spots that makes you see the stars in the night sky again. and maybe you do consider yourself lucky, without touya fucking you over, you wouldn’t be prisoner to the best dick you’ve ever had.

you hate him, but hades is so, so good—teeth and tongue latching back onto your bouncing breasts as the heat from his flames spreads through you like a wildfire in a forest and the only thing capable putting it out is his precum sloshing in creamy, loose white against your gummy, syrupy walls. “m-my fucking god!” you manage through stuttered breathes, keening into the swipes of keigo’s tongue across your breasts that he’s burned, as if his saliva will soothe you. he ploughs into you at a god speed pace, skin slapping on skin as his balls slam into the curve of your ass and harmonise with your high pitched wails.

“that’s right, baby.” he sounds so elated, moaning happily around your swollen nipples, moving to pant happily into your ear, pressing further and further into you until keigo is hardly pulling away from bullying your g-spot, your juices splashing about the places, running down the length of your slit and your ass to pool underneath you on the marble throne. “i’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine, for the rest of forever…don’t, ah shit, care what you say. hate me all y’fuckin’ want.”

hawks fucks you like he hates your guts, looking over you, throwing your legs over his shoulder and using his weight to canter into your abused cunt, rocking his throne with a dull thump to each of thrusts. he frees you from the grip that leaves burn marks across your body, to briefly run his hand through sweaty blonde locks, both of you are slick with perspiration, breathing ragged and you’re definitely too fucked out to even see at this point. the sun is keigo; despite the dreary underworld you live in, and the tears blur your vision too much for you to tell this isn’t the land of the living.

“‘m g’na cum,” you tell hades eagerly, feeling like you’re alive the more he fills you up— sexes slotted together like a match made in heaven when you really feel like he’s your own personal hell. “gonna cum so fucking hard.” the pleasure is suffocating, deathly, but you don’t care, crying from every hole possible, locking down on keigo’s ravaging dick when he slaps your entrance to keep you awake— you jolt, sore from every joint and whine out pathetically.

“can feel you cummin’ on me again, better give it all t’me little bird— want your fuckin’ mind, your body, your soul.” he sinks his teeth into the junction at your neck one last time, adding another delightfully painful mark to the rest that litter your body. he does it all to numb your pain of touya leaving you, fills you up with love which you mistake for hate because how can a merciless god who takes lives for fun be capable of loving you. it’s not long before your body does as he says, following keigo’s lead, tumbling down the highway to hell as the bright light of his flames flashes before your very eyes, your release staining his abdomen where it’s smooshed up against your clit.

“oh shit, fuck that’s it,” he’s right behind you too, abs rippling while the mighty god of death trembles above you and pours thick white from his angry red tip straight into your bruised womb, lewd clapping noises filling the air as he rocks into you through the last of your highs. keigo makes a pretty mess of you; creaming your insides as his last mark of possession over you. “my pretty little bird, mine eternally.”

he hopes you’ll forget touya, that you’ll forgive him just this once— stop hating him for once.

but with your foreheads pressed together, bodies limp and uncomfortable against the throne hawks— hades, has conjured up you quickly come to your senses with closed eyes and lost breath.

“i hate you, hades.” you grunt, shame burning at you now instead of him, instead of lust. “get off me.”

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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I'm presenting this to myself as a birthday gift 😌

Broken angel

Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Angst/ Sexual Intercourse/ Creampie/ One Shot

Summary : The heroes might have won the final war, but its scars are a whole other story, so what happens when Hawks finally breaks down in your presence?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

You kiss his scar once, twice, thrice, and a couple more times until he starts chuckling tiredly, "okay okay I get it, you can stop now!" and he's playfully pushing you off of him but you refuse to budge.

_ "No not yet!" and you kiss the scar reaching the side of his face yet again.

He's been gloomy lately, quiet and distant.. understandable right? the war has left its trace on him as well as it did everyone else, and your once cheerful and lively boyfriend is now but a shell of what he used to be.

You refuse badgering him into reliving those painful memories, although you wish he would open up to you— even a little. If only he would do that..

_ "Alright, get off me sweetheart, seriously." he squeezes your ass cheeks teasingly before giving you a playful smak.

_ "I love you Keigo, you know that right?" if you're unable to get through to him, then maybe you can remind him that he's never going to be alone.

_ "I know that, and I love you too." his fingers trace your thighs lazily, almost absentmindedly as he turns his head to the side.

That's how it's been lately, almost every exchange between you two ends in him slipping away further from you, one way or another.

It hurts, of course it does, watching the one you love the most stubbornly fighting his lurking demons all by himself, makes you feel powerless.

_ "Keigo, please look at me." you push a bit more, cautiously so, tightening your thighs on each side of his slim waist, and placing your palms flat against his chest.

He's looking away still, and the lump in your throat only grows with each second that passes, "Keigo.." you call out again, and yet.. nothing.

You lean in once more, pressing your forehead to his cheek and sighing heavily, "I just want you to know that I'm right here, for as long as you'll have me, I can only imagine what's going on in your mind and I know it's a struggle, so please allow me to share your burden."

Your lips trail soft kisses along his scarred skin, from the side of his face and down to his neck where you linger, bracing yourself for yet another dismissive response.

_ "I want you right now." his words are dark, almost desperate as he growls his demand and cradles your butt cheeks, pressing you down on him and grinding up against your clothed pussy.

Your body stiffens but only for a moment, as you did not foresee this turn of events. If anything, you anticipated that little fake laugh which has never fooled you, as well as the good old "I swear I'm fine love."

But something is different tonight, he's finally holding on to you after weeks of running away, he's finally expressing his desire clearly after silently suffering for long, and you find yourself biting those burning tears back as you are suddenly reminded of that night -some years ago- when he broke down and bared his soul to you, keeping nothing in as he weeped and screamed and held you throughout the night, it was him Keigo Takami, not the nation's beloved Hawks.

That night -some years ago- the facade he kept up for most of his life had finally come down in front of you, but these past few weeks wrecked it all and reminded you of the way things were when you only knew him as Hawks.

_ "I'm all yours Keigo," you whisper back and press your lips against his parted ones in a heated liplock, it's warm and urgent, same as the hands hiking your shirt up and sneaking past the silky trim of your panties.

You raise your hips quickly, wordlessly begging him to rid you of the soft garment and ravish you at once. You miss this, you miss him.

He groans into the kiss, pushing the delicate fabric down, and you clumsily work it out of your legs without breaking apart of your boyfriend's lips.

You cradle his cheeks, as a strangled whine leaves your throat when he licks his way into your mouth. His tongue is burning hot and his hands are relentlessly exploring every inch of you he can reach from his position.

His slender fingers squeeze your buttocks firmly, pinning you down on his throbbing bulge and you both moan at the tempting friction created between you.

And with a sudden gasp, you find yourself on your back, sinking into the fluffy bedsheets, as he flips your positions and settles between your legs.

_ "Stay still." the darkness in his voice only deepens as he hastily peels off his shirt and lowers his sweatpants.

You swallow thickly watching his cock spring back against his abdomen, hard and raging, as if reflecting your boyfriend's impatience to be sheathed deep into your core.

You're a bit intimidated by his overwhelming aura as your eyes travel up to study his face, his gold brown irises gleam with intense longing, his strong jaw clenched and his lips sealed in a firm line.

He grasps his raging shaft and pumps it lazily, hissing while his knees nudge your legs further apart. His thick brows are knitted and his breathing is labored as he huskily demands you remove your shirt.

It should be frightening right? He has never been so forceful before, never so unhinged, but something about this unusual side of him is intriguing.

You follow the order and struggle to take off your remaining garment as gracefully as you possibly can from where you're laying under his watchful eyes, whimpering unintelligibly and biting down on your lip when he swiftly grabs onto your thighs and pulls you closer.

He's not speaking, not smiling, nor is he touching you gently or kissing you softly like he always does right before easing himself into your heat. No he's not.. not tonight.. tonight is all about a primal desire that's been fueled with weeks of stifled emotions.

_ "Don't hold back, Keigo.." you beg breathily, too afraid of losing him again, and it was the sign he's been waiting for, to snap his hips and sink deep into your core with one hard thrust.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, but nothing comes past it except for a strangled mewl as you dig your nails into his arms while feeling the delicious sting of the first intrusion.

His eyes are trained on your flushed skin and heaving chest as he pulls back to the tip and slams his way into you once more.

The remnants of his beautiful crimson feathers flutter restlessly around him, old scars mixed with recent ones are scattered across his otherwise fair skin, and an alluring expression is adorning his features as he pounds you into oblivion..

At this moment, and through your hazy eyes, he looks like an angel.. a broken angel.

_ "Keigo, Keigo, kiss me, please.." tears form in your eyes as you reach out a shaky hand, clumsily smoothing out his scowl and bringing his face closer.

His lips crash against yours painfully, sloppily, as he bites onto your bottom one and swallows your desirous whimpers.

His hands travel up to clutch onto your bouncy breasts, groping and kneading the soft flesh as his thrusts turn even harder and faster.

Your fingers caress his arms and shakily move around his neck and back to trace every fading scar on his sweat glistening skin.

_ "Talk to me, Keigo, please tell me what you're thinking." you whimper between sloppy kisses only to receive another hard plunge as a response.

He's not ready to talk yet, and you get it.

His lips leave yours and travel along your jaw, trailing wet kisses in their wake and move further down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You cry out his name over and over again, pulling on his hair weakly as that familiar warmth is strating to pool within you.

You will not be able to last much longer, and neither will he.

His twitching shaft and erratic hips are slamming mercilessly against your own, again and again, and then you hear it..

The sound of your name flowing out of his mouth, gruff and desperate as he fucks you even harder.

The bruising clutch on your sides trembles, and the lustful growls of your name don't seem to subside.

Your fingers leave his ash blonde hair to dig into the flexing muscles of his shoulders, and you squeeze your legs around his stuttering waist while shockwaves of pleasure wash over you as your lover's voice fills your senses.

You shudder violently with every deep thrust he delivers, and your vision blurs as he pushes one more time into your heat before releasing his pearly seeds and coating your clenching walls without a warning.

He has never done it before, not without asking for your permission beforehand. But even so, you're not mad, you're not pushing him away or asking him to stop and pull out.

In fact, you're squeezing him in your arms, tears are falling down your face as you beg him to keep going, "please, don't pull out, Keigo please!"

And he does as instructed, fulfilling your wish and emptying his thick load in your welcoming cunt before collapsing on top of you, with his softening cock still sheathed within.

Labored breathing, desperate gasps and sweaty bodies are entangled in the warmth of your messy bed. And for a moment, no words were exchanged between you.

But suddenly..

_ "I can't get it out of my head," he's talking, "I can't stop picturing the blood and the terror," he's talking, "even when I close my eyes, I can still see it all," just like that night -some years ago- he's burying his face in the warmth of your neck and finally speaking, "the destruction, the victims and their screams," he's finally talking after weeks of shutting down, but his words are stabbing at your heart.

You get it though, you always have. Many have fallen during the war, and just as many were left with permanent scars on their souls, and Keigo is but one example.

You run your fingers through his disheveled hair, placing the softest kisses on his shoulder and tracing the expanse of his scarred back where you linger a bit, to caress his feathers, "I know Keigo, I understand how you're feeling, it's hard and it's suffocating but trust me, it will get better eventually," you bite back a sob and take a deep breath before carrying on, "you will never be alone, I'm right here and will always be," you squeeze him tighter as warm tears start to fall down your face once more.

You hate how weak you're being, you feel so powerless when the person you love the most needs you, "I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better, but I promise that we will figure it out together."

He's not talking anymore, but.. something warm and wet is trickling down your neck, soft sobs are escaping his throat as he breaks down in your arms.

It kills you, crushes your heart and devastates you, but maybe this is what he needs, maybe he should feel the pain instead of escaping it, maybe he has to face his demons and fight, maybe then he will have his closure.

You listen to his whimpers and cry with him, as his arms crush you between them. It will be a long way, but you'll walk it alongside him.

_ "I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry for taking my frustration out on you, please forgive me." he sounds weak and broken, too ashamed to look you in the eyes, but you refuse to lose him again.

You cradle his tear stained cheeks and force him to face you. His eyes are red and puffy, a soft loving gaze is emanating from them— unlike the one from earlier, and the sight of it brings a little smile to your face, "there is nothing to forgive Keigo, you can do whatever you want with me, you can even scream and cry or punch a wall if you wish, and I'll do it with you, just don't run away from me again, please."

He hums softly and pecks you once, pulling away but only for a moment to word his response "you have my word," before pressing his lips with yours yet again.

He's been alone most of his life, fending for himself against the world, but not anymore, because now he has you.

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kyojurismo · 9 months

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gamer!keigo who has a youtube / twitch channel where he plays and goes live almost everyday, playing a variety of video games to keep his audience interested in the contents he create & is very active on socials. then one day you happen to enter his room and give him the food he ordered before starting the live and when his fans see you on screen they start bombarding the chat. keigo notices and decides to let you sit there for a while as you feed him while he plays, you’re quiet most of the time as to not disturb you, but then once he’s done he leans over you and kiss your lips in front of millions of spectators and you can’t help but feel embarrassed and surprised since he wanted you away from that world — he knows people can be mean and doesn’t want you to feel bad or guilty for literally nothing.

goatkeigo: KEIGO IS DATING SOMEONE ?!

keigbby: NO WAY THEY JUST KISSED IN FRONT OF US

hxigo: WHAT THE FVCK GUYS. HE NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT IT

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sanscat0414 · 4 months

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Final Note

Hawks x Dead Reader

Synopsis: Hawks thinking of you and reacting to yoru feat after a villain murdered you.

Warning: Death, angst, Sad Hawks

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‘You can’t be gone’ was the first thought Hawks had when he saw the carnage before him. Collapsed buildings surround him and you. You were on the ground unmoved with civilian. They were sad looking down on your body as they tried their best to help you. Hawks got a call a villain was a mist and came as fast as he can. He remembered you were on patrol in that area so he was extra speedy. The villain in question was only a few feet away from where you three stood, passed out with considerable damage on him.

He froze he didn’t know what to do. He’s love is now on the ground bleeding without a trace of life. The civilian started to talk “They.. saved me. They blocked me from all the fighting and they stopped the villain but the villain….”

Hawks snapped out of it and went to hold you in his arms, desperately searching for any semblance of life.

“ H/n told me something before they passed out. They said that they had a note in there pocket and make sure if they don’t make it to tell someone. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” The civilian said as their voice was shaky.

After a few seconds Hawks finally spoke “there’s an ambulance that way. If you can’t walk I can take you.. just give me a moment.”

He sounded so dejected, the usual humor and cheer he had was gone. He wanted nothing more but to hold you and cry but he had to make sure the civilian was safe. The civilian nodded and went the direction that Hawks had pointed. As soon as the civilian was out of sight, he broke down. He nuzzled his had into your neck as he clung on to you as he cried. He knew, he knew you were gone but he can’t believe it. He couldn’t accept it.

“Please baby. Please wake up….” He knew but he still begged you to stay. Still begged you to open your eyes hoping that this was just a nightmare.

A few minutes passed but before a few more hero’s came to the scene. They saw hawks holding you as he cried. They knew they shouldn’t intervene, they saw how much Hawks cared for you, they saw how desperately he clung on to your cold body. They left him alone, dragging the unconscious villain away.

He searched your pocket remember what the civilian told him.

“Dear Keigo,

If your reading this, I am dead. I keep this pretty updated; after all being a hero is dangerous. I never know when will be the last time we see each other. There’s a lot I want to say and do with you but fate had other plans. I know how you are love, and I want you to know if we did have a argument before then I forgive you or if I was at fault, I’m sorry. My birdie… my love… my life. Thank you. Thank you for being my one and only. Thank your for being my hero. I want you to be happy without me. Find someone better or not just be happy. If not for yourself the for me. I know it’s tough, I probably break if I knew your were dead too. I know your going to have a hard time moving on but just know; no matter where I am or what I am (I might be a ghost haunted you oooOoOoOoooOo) I always love you. If there a great beyond then I will be waiting at the gates for you. Oh and there a box of stuff under my side of the bed is for you, to keep or to burn.”

He held you close for another hour before he carried you away from the scene. Hawks eyes never left your face. He was focused on getting you out. The heros had to pry him off of you. He loved too much to see you go, even if he knew that you were no longer with him.

Your funeral was a blur to him. Hawks had completely shut down after your death. He didn’t try to keep up his image, his once cheerful demeanor was gone. He no longer interacted with fans, no longer gave them any smiles, he just did his job. When he finally was ready he went and found the box you had left him.

It was a memo box, full of all your favorite moments together. There was photos, a book full of your thoughts, gifts you had planned to give you and the one that hit hard the most was the little trinkets you kept that he gave you. Hawks always gave you whatever he saw that he liked, that was his bird instinct coming out. He find little things to give you from his patrols whether it was a shiny rock or just some random thin go he found on the ground. You were always happy to see those gifts. Hawks looked at every item with love and sadness. It was the first time he smiled after your passing. Memories of you, and those gifts you left him was all so important to him. That box and everything in it was most his most valuable and cherished items along with all the photos of you together.

He knows you want him to live happy and he will try. Hawks wanted to create new memories to tell you when you find each-other once more. It doesn’t matter where he is he always remember you always think of you would like the place he went or things he did. He always will be yours and only yours.

“Baby, I wonder if you’re watching right now…. I miss you. When we meet agian I love to tell you all the things I did. I hope you’re happy wherever you are.”

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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could we ask about what hawks is like in bed? 👉👈 please

Hawks - Takami Keigo

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, yandere

NEEDY DOM

Keigo is a neutral type of guy most days, but he'll take and take like it’s his god-given right to.

He’ll demand you be on his every beck and call.

He’ll expect you to be in the kitchen cooking for him, for you to smile and giggle when he nuzzles into the nook of your neck while you stand and stir the pot to his chicken soup. All the while he's humping into you from the back, hands fingering the string to your cute housewife apron, placing kisses on your neck. Your daily marking.

He'll expect you to come and greet him at the door with a big smile and a sparkle in your eyes, hug him close with a kiss to his cheek while taking his jacket from him and welcoming him home, asking him how his day was, what villains he took down, fuss over what scars he’s collected, guiding him inside to the heavenly smell of dinner waiting for him.

He expects the traditional domestic dream. For you to be the perfect sweet housewife waiting for your husband to come back home from work. Seeing to his every need, cooking and cleaning and prancing about in your poofy wide-skirt dresses, apron-clad with a pretty bow tying it together at the small of your back. Stripping it on command.

Be aware. If you think chores and expectations are the worst of what you’ve got in for yourself... you’re dearly mistaken.

Being peppered in kisses and thrown about in his arms is just as normal as noticing his feathers lifting up your skirt when your prance around the house.

Keigo’s hungry gaze lingers on your every move. The hormonal animal is a horny spaz all day long, but he’s absolutely feral in those needs when his rut rolls around.

You can smell it in the air when you should start worrying.

Talons rip apart your thin lingerie, tugging at your body, forcing you beneath him to meet his every sharp thrust as he pounds mercilessly with a desperate resolution into your poor pussy.

His wings, frayed and static, hunched in dominance on his back. Hair wild with eyes just as livid. Pinning you down in a bruising fashion. Allowing you no ounce of movement, growling at you when you try something as innocent as shifting for comfort.

Keeping you still until he’s emptied himself fully inside you, fucked you good and thorough, bred you unconscious.

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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What You Do to Me

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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Relationship: Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Content Warnings: NSFW/18+, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mirror sex, established relationship, slight marking, dirty talk.

Summary: Hawks might the busiest Pro around, but Keigo is your doting partner who would do anything to get some extra time with you.

Word Count: 1915

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Keigo didn’t mind working so much. He had gotten used to the routine of patrol, even on weekends and holidays when most of the world was preoccupied with their friends and family. He worked hard so others didn’t have to. However, these days he found himself wishing he could be like everyone else. You hadn’t been together long, and the smear pieces the tabloids pumped out had him ready for you to run. He wouldn’t have blamed you; the press was a unique beast few could handle and only few should have to. Yet you stayed and stayed at each turn other partners had called it quits.

“Kei, you have to get up for work." Your sleepy voice brought him from his thoughts, and he pulled you closer hoping to sneak a few more minutes in bed. He wanted to linger in the peace a little longer.

“Keigo?” You repeated, lifting your head to look behind you.

“I’m up,” He yawned. You turned in his arms, your eyes meeting his and a sleepy smile graced his lips.

“Good morning.” Your voice was his favourite way to start the day, even though it made getting out of bed so much harder.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a lazy Sunday for once?” He replied. “A little morning fun, breakfast, and staying in our pajamas?”

“You just want to watch me walk around your apartment all day in nothing but your shirt,” You teased, and he chuckled raising a hand in fake surrender.

“Guilty.” You laughed and leaned up to press your lips to his. Keigo pulled you closer, pulling you onto his lap in the process and his hands settled on your hips. He felt you smirk against his lips when you rolled your hips earning a soft groan in response.

“Don’t do this to me beautiful,” He whined. You laughed under your breath, smiling down at him as you set your hands on either side of his head.

“We’ll be quick, then I’ll go for my run and you to work.”

“What about tonight?”

“I have to go back to my place tonight, but we can have dinner and maybe dessert now?” You teased and Keigo chuckled as he sat up, throwing the blankets aside.

“How could I say no to that?”

Keigo sat up, stretching out his wings as he kissed you. You reached your arms behind him, gently running your fingers down his wings and felt him shiver under your touch. The winged hero was easily identified by his quirk – as flashy as it was powerful. His feathers were quick and as tough as anything else, but they melted under your touch, and you were always surprised at how sensitive they were. You held the back of his neck with one hand, gripping his hair as you rolled your hips again and he moaned into your mouth. He pulled back to tug off your shirt, that cocky grin crossing his face as you sat back allowing him to admire you.

“This is how I want you walking around my apartment.” Your laugh was cut short when your breath hitched as he took one of your breasts into his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His warm lips made a path down your jaw and neck, lingering on the spots that made you squirm. Keigo’s golden gaze eyed the red marks he left behind and he took your other breast into his mouth. You could feel him chuckle as you pulled his head closer, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple as he smoothly switched your positions.

“Kei, I should be spoiling you. It’s your dessert,” You whined as his mouth left your breast and he kissed slowly down your stomach.

“You’re my dessert.” The comment makes a heat creep up your neck, but when you tried to hide your blush Keigo caught your forearm and pulled it back down.

“I want to watch all of you.” You nod once, swallowing hard as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders. He held your stomach down with one hand, and you tensed when he nudged your clothed cunt with his nose.

“So, pretty.” The words vibrated through your core as he pulled aside your panties. You shuddered as he blew cool air against your clit, and before you could complain he dipped his tongue between your folds. Keigo was a fast hero, nearly unmatched against most pros. He did his work diligently, quickly, and perfectly every time but when it came to you, he only cared about one thing. Being perfect. You were meant to be savoured, even if it did make him late for work.

“Fuck.” Your breathless voice was music to his ears and only encouraged him. Your thighs squeezed his head, and your hands tugged on his hair as he pressed his tongue into your tight hole. He strengthened his grip when you squirmed, your back arching as he dragged his tongue up to your clit. Your body jolted as he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves, and he released one of your thighs to slide two fingers into you.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried as he pumped his fingers. The sound of you and him felt like it echoed through the large apartment, and you were sure Keigo would get another noise complaint, but it didn’t stop you. Keigo felt you clenching around him, your body tightening as you got closer to the edge, and he glanced up to meet your gaze through his lashes. He raised a brow, waiting for you to decide to finish or not and you manage to shake your head.

“W-Wait, wait,” You stammered and even though you said it, you still whined at the loss of contact as he pulled his fingers out of you. You caught your breath, sitting up on your elbows as he pressed his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth to clean yourself off him and noticed him bite his lip as you sucked on his fingers.

“Was that just a teaser then?” Keigo asked as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time you sent him off to work unsatisfied just to pounce on him the moment he got home.

“No,” You replied. “But if you’re going to be late for work, I should make it worth your time.”

“You are always worth my time,” He countered.

“Just sit,” You insisted, and he did as you asked, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. His eyes watched your every move as you slipped out of bed. You opened his closet door, and Keigo connected the dots as soon as he saw himself in the mirror.

“Really?” It was something he requested and that you hadn’t been completely open to in the early days of your relationship. It was new to you, and with Hawks reputation, it was hard to see anything more than those first few dates. You thought once he got what he wanted he’d leave. That was until you really got to know him, and learned it was all an act.

“You’ve mentioned it before,” You reminded shyly. “We don’t have to though, I-”

“Get over here, now.” You smiled as you stepped towards him. Keigo turned you to face the mirror and your cheeks burned causing you to look away. Even though this was your idea, it was still a little hard to commit. You loved to watch Keigo, loved to see his worries melt away and the way his face scrunched when he came, but watching yourself? It was intimidating.

“This is for you, I-I don’t need to see what I look like,” You mumbled. What if you looked funny or went cross eyed or…

“It’s only fun if you look too,” Keigo chuckled, as he pulled your panties down and guided you backwards.

“Trust me. I want you to see how perfect you look sitting on my cock,” He whispered. You felt his length sliding through your folds as he separated your legs, your weight now in his hands as your thighs draped over his. You had been naked before him many times, but you had never felt so exposed as you slowly looked in the mirror. Your lips parted in a soft gasp as he entered you, and you watched as you sunk onto his cock. Keigo always filled you well, but this time it felt like more. As if watching somehow made him bigger

“So, fucking beautiful,” He breathed. Keigo started off slow, your eyes stayed on where you were connected as he pulled in and out of you and you realized he was right. There was some beauty in it - in the two of you becoming one. You could see how his hands moved, how his eyes watched you, how his wings fluttered when you clenched around him. You could see the warmth in his eyes, and how so much of his pleasure depended on yours.

“F-Faster,” You panted, and Keigo didn’t hesitate. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he bounced you on his cock, his veins dragging against your sensitive walls. Keigo’s eyes didn’t leave the mirror, the image of you arching against him was captivating. The way your breasts bounced, how your thighs jiggled and how well your cunt sucked him in had him mesmerized. He reached around your hip, his fingers grazing your clit and he could have cum from watching how your body reacted to him, but he withheld. The moment wasn’t quite as perfect as he wanted.

“M’close,” You gasped and Keigo took your chin with his other hand forcing your head back up.

“I want you to see what I see,” He breathed. “How beautiful you look cumming on my cock.” His words made the coil in your stomach tighten, and any embarrassment you had felt became an afterthought.

“And when you come undone, I want you to say my name,” He whispered his commands into your skin, and you could only nod as you watched yourself through squinted eyes. Keigo felt you tightening around him, and he drew quicker circles on your clit. You always said you got lost in him, in his eyes, in his voice, in his charming smile, but you had no idea what your perfect self did to him. How easy it was to bend the rules – to be a little late to his duties when the choice came between them or you. If any of them could see you now, how stunning you looked bouncing on his lap, he’s sure they would understand if he never went to work again.

“Ke-Keigo!” You screamed his name, over and over again and you somehow managed to keep your eyes opened. Keigo’s gaze caught yours in the mirror as you cried his name, as your walls shuddered around his cock, as you arched into him, and it's all he needed to release inside you. He fucked you through your orgasm and his, his grip on your chin releasing when you relaxed against him. He still watched you in the mirror as you came down from your high, and he followed your gaze to where you remained connected.

“So, beautiful,” Keigo mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You smiled, turning your head to look at him.

“Enough to get you through the day?” You teased and he chuckled.

“You are all I will be thinking about today.”

#keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x y/n #keigo smut #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo x you #takami keigo #hawks fanfic

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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happy birthday, darling

| pairing: keigo takami (hawks) x fem!bodied!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. HEAVY on the breeding kink. HEAVY on the possessive kink. fem!receiving!oral. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies, gents, and my nonbinary sibs). keigo uses his feathers....... for things.....

| summary: marrying your childhood best friend means you have to get a bit more creative with your gift ideas when keigo's birthday rolls around.

| wc: 3.2k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon , @preciousamethyst , @mimic-of-hysy

When you were younger, Keigo used to stare at you. It was the oddest thing. Him sitting there across from you, his elbow propped up on the table, his hand tucked under his chin, a smug grin across his face. To be frank, it was difficult being the two youngest heroes at the Hero Public Safety Commission, but at least you two had each other because the Commission got exactly what they wanted: Two top Pro Heroes who became the face of Heroes after All Might’s retirement. You two were on every billboard, every commercial on TV, every talk show that asked for you, and so on. Over the years Keigo never stopped staring at you, though. Even though he’d likely stared at every feature a billion times just to commit it to memory, he continued to take every opportunity he could to stare at you while grinning. Billboards and posters be damned, he was the only person in the entire world who ever got to look at you up close and personal.

The Commission was even more excited when they found out that the two of you were dating. Their “power couple” was all they hoped for because it meant more opportunities for them to shove you two down the public’s throat to increase Keigo’s chances of beating Endeavor for the #1 Hero spot. That was never your dream. That was Keigo’s. But if making your relationship public helped his odds, then you were more than willing to play along with the Commission’s games… Even when things got too personal or too odd. Some of the requests they made were absolutely uncalled for and seemingly barbaric. They were practically begging you and Keigo to start having kids. Kids! Of all things, while you and Keigo were still in the dating phase, they wanted you to have a family! How outrageous. Yet, every time you argued with the Commission’s board about their invasive questions or decisions, Keigo would never pipe in to help you out— Hell, he never said a word during those meetings.

When discussions of having a very public and televised wedding came about in order to soothe your worries of having a family, that was when Keigo finally stepped in. With his smug grin and nonchalant attitude, he took your hand in his, easily told off the Commission, threatened them to stay out of your business, then dragged you out of the Public Safety office with him. It was your turn to stare in amazement. The way he carried himself so smoothly was like he was floating and he was carrying you along for the ride— He was so cool about it… But how could you expect anything less from your best friend? Throughout the years, he had been the one person who was always in your corner no matter what, which was ultimately why you did say yes when he genuinely proposed a couple of weeks later on Christmas Eve.

Keigo was perfect in every way.

Sure, yes, he was handsome as hell, and every woman in the country was jealous of the fact that they never even had a shot with him because the two of you had obviously been in love since you were kids but didn’t know what to make of it until you were older. But that wasn’t the point! Keigo was funny, charismatic, kind, caring, attentive, and stupid. Like, sometimes he could say or do something that had you wondering how he ever managed to survive adulthood. Yet that was exactly why you loved him because he was spontaneous, and everything he did was for your sake. Stealing you away from the Commission when they wanted to force you to marry him was for your sake. Refusing to entertain the idea of forcing you to have a family was for your sake. Asking you to marry him when he was sure that you meant it and weren’t just going to do it for the Commission— That was for you. He wanted everything to be for you. Living and breathing were for you.

Following Christmas, you knew you had to do something amazing for Keigo’s birthday. It truly sucked that his birthday happened to land after Christmas because growing up no one ever gave him gifts for both celebrations— Well… No one got either of you gifts for anything, really. That was the con to growing up as a pet of the Commission. Keigo’s parents never bought anything for him because his father was abusive and neglectful, and after he was arrested his mother was too poor to buy anything, and then the Commission couldn’t have given two shits about holidays or birthdays. The only gifts Keigo ever got were from you, and vice versa.

But after proposing to you to make Christmas truly special, you knew that you had to outdo yourself for his birthday. So you started dropping hints here and there to see what you could conjure up at the last second to add onto the pile of gifts you’d been collecting all year for him.

“Why’d you never say anything at the meetings in October?” you asked him at 11 P.M. on the 27th as you laid in bed together.

The meetings in September and October had all been about you and Keigo having kids, and the logistics of it all. Your family would be on the front page of every magazine. Your pregnancy would be announced to the world the second the tests came in positive, your progress would be tracked by the press, the whole country would celebrate your children's births, your children would be interviewed every year to see what it was like to be raised by the Pro Heroes. You hated the idea of making your family be public figures when you already dreaded it.

Keigo rolled over to face you. “Why do you think?”

“‘Cause you hate me?”

He laughed. “That, yes, but what else?”

You hid in his chest as you replied sincerely, “I don’t know… ‘Cause of what your parents did to you?”

That had to be too dark for a conversation only an hour before his birthday, so you panicked and tried to backtrack by quickly changing subjects, but Keigo caught you by wrapping his arms around you entirely then answering your initial question so quietly you barely heard him, causing you to think you’d heard wrong.

“I didn’t say anything then because hearing you argue with them made me scared.”

You looked up at him. “What?”

“You sounded so adamant about not wanting kids that I thought—”

“I want kids, Keigo.”

He went pale. “Wait, what?”

You smiled and hit his forehead playfully with your open palm. “Stupid! I know we both want kids because you always used to offer up the idea of playing house together, and you’d imagine up four kids! I was arguing with them because it’s none of their damn business when, how, why you knock me up.”

Keigo caught your hand as it hung up in the air after you had gently smacked him, and you noticed that the notorious stare was back. His eyes were searching yours, then he was inspecting your nose and your cheeks, then your lips. He lingered there for a bit. Your lips. His lips. Fuck, his lips had always been so gentle and soft. However, the way he suddenly kissed you then was anything but swift and gentle. No, Keigo stopped staring just so he could instantly press his lips against yours while he was rolling on top of you, trapping you beneath him.

“You’re an idio—” you tried to mumble, but he kissed you harder.

You were definitely sure of what his birthday gift would be the second your hands played with the hem of his black sleep t-shirt, and his hands wandered down to your hips. He was going to love this gift.

Every time the two of you had sex, no matter how “out there” it was, you always used protection because it was something you both preferred as a means to not give the Commission what they wanted; but this time, as you pulled Keigo’s shirt off and he slid your shorts down, your hands were holding onto the hem of his pajama pants so that he couldn’t slide away to grab a condom even if he wanted to— Which, he never showed an interest while he was staring down at you again.

“So?” you croaked warily.

He grinned. “So…”

As he had you sit up a bit so that he could carefully pull your shirt over your head, you officially decided then and there to give everything you possibly had in life to him. He already had your heart so why not throw everything else in there, too?

“When, how, why…” you muttered.

“When, how, why…” He kissed down your jawline from ear to chin before moving to your neck. “Do you really mean it?”

Your fingers tangled themselves in his shaggy blonde hair. A long time ago, when Keigo first kissed you in your teenage years, you had made an in-the-moment decision to play with his hair as an attempt to keep him close, and that was the first time you’d ever heard him make… Well, a certain noise. It was a mix between a moan and a whine for more. But the discovery of that noise was like striking gold because for the rest of your relationship you had always gone to play with his hair whenever it was just the two of you because you absolutely loved to drag that cute noise out of your boyfriend— No, your fiance. You liked knowing that there was one thing you could do that no one else could. One secret that belonged to just the two of you.

“I really mean it,” you replied as that moan fell from his lips.

Keigo acted like a wild animal immediately after that. The clothes were gone which meant that nothing was in his way now to stop him from absolutely devouring you and making you his. With so much ease, he shimmied between you legs then spread them wide so that he had a clear view of what he always drooled over—

“Fuck, Kei—” Your hands pulled at his hair a bit as he suddenly licked a stripe through your folds with his tongue before playing torturously fast with your clit.

As you moaned and bucked your hips, your face turning to the side, you saw the time: 11:30 P.M. Only thirty minutes ‘til his birthday.

You decided to egg him on by grinding your hips against his face. He smirked and went faster, his fingers now teasing your entrance to see how wet you were for him. Surprise, surprise, he laughed when he felt you practically dripping onto the sheets.

“Does it really fascinate you that much, baby?” he teased, his mouth pulling away from your aching clit. “Having a baby, I mean.”

You whined and tried to push him back down so that you could reach your orgasm, but he fought back against you, pulling your hands out of his hair before pinning them above your head. You pouted up at him. He could be cruel sometimes just because he wanted to see you beg for him a bit, the same way you enjoyed making him pathetically moan just with a tug of his hair. That was why you figured you must have been meant for each other because who else could deal with his bullshit?

“You’re being mean,” you said.

“It’s my birthday. I can do what I want.”

You checked the clock. “You’ve still got twenty-two minutes left, darling,” you teased back.

“Then I’ll have to make do for another twenty-two minutes.”

His hands were still wrapped around your wrists as he leaned down to kiss you slowly and delicately, a more familiar pace for the two of you; yet what took you by surprise was the feather-light touch on your clit that made your head spin. How was he—

And then you broke your kiss to take a look.

Two of his feathers had detached from his wings so that one could flick your clit back and forth while the other glided up and down the insides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine that made you arch your back so that your chests were smooshed together. Keigo smiled. He was so proud of himself and figuring out that this was the perfect time to figure out if you like his feathers that much. You’d thought of it before. Him using his feathers on you. There were endless possibilities to what he could do, but you were too shy to ever bring it up with him because it felt odd to ask your partner to use his Quirk-given “magical” feathers to do disgraceful things to you. However, it seemed that Keigo always had the same thoughts on his mind, too, because he did it so thoughtlessly, like he knew all along what you desired and wanted to spoil you, even though it was his birthday and not yours.

“That the spot?” he teased even more wickedly.

“Kei, please.”

“Please? Please, what?”

The feather on your thighs moved to help the other on your clit, melting you into a puddle. It was starting to feel less like his gift and more yours. What an asshole.

“Just fuck me,” you pleaded.

Keigo grinned and sat up on his knees, his right hand fisting his length to make sure that he was hard enough for you before lining himself up with your slick entrance. To your surprise, the feathers didn’t relent. In fact, two more feathers detached from his wings while he continued to tease his tip against where you needed him most, and they drifted down to your thighs, then they pushed, forcing you further apart and up so that you were practically folding in on yourself. There was no wiggle room. Unlike the other feathers, these felt like they weighed a ton in order to prevent you from moving a bit. He wanted you spread and in the perfect position for him to do… Well… Whatever he wanted with you. Per his birthday gift, you didn’t mind, so long as he allowed you to still touch him— Though he was a little shit that would take the opportunity to pin you hands back down if you weren’t too careful.

With his other hand holding your hips still, Keigo slowly pushed into you, careful not to interfere with the feathers that were still playing with your clit. His breath wavered as he entered. A brief yet generous moan left both of you in unison when he couldn’t hold himself back any longer from suddenly giving you every inch at once, regardless of how passionate he had meant to be originally. And once he gave in to every instinct he’d been holding back since you told him, “I want kids,” there was really no going back.

Keigo’s pelvis smacked against yours with each rough thrust that dragged him back so that his tip was barely in, all the way ‘til he was buried so deep in that you thought he was going to break you. Had something snapped in his head? Maybe you hadn’t realized just how eager he actually was to have a family with you, despite what the Commission wanted. If you were going to have a family, it was going to be on the terms the two of you set, not because of something a group of old men in a room wanted.

You dared to reach for his face. He didn’t protest. Your palms found his cheeks, your fingers split around his pierced ears, and you brought him in for another kiss. His body collapsed on yours. He let his feathers and his hips do all the work while you desperately fought for some kind of dominance with your tongue against his, but he was a dickhead and never liked to play fair, so he nipped your bottom lip to force you to give in.

All you had left to give was, “You’re mine. No one else’s. Mine.”

Keigo fucked you faster to the point that the feathers on your clit even picked up their pace and pressure to show their appreciation.

“Mine,” he moaned into your mouth.

You pinched his chin to push him back so that you could look into his eyes. He was so handsome with those black lines on the inner and outer corners of his golden eyes. Maybe your kids would have the same eyes.

“To hell with what they want.”

Keigo’s grin widened, though his pace was getting sloppy, a sign that he was already teetering on the edge but was holding out for you to join him. “T-To hell with— with what they want…” He fell on you again, another feather joining those on your clit so that you could join him soon. “All mine… No matter what happens…”

His grip on your hips tightened, the feathers on your thighs contorted you another inch or so, his face hid in the crook of your neck, and wings came down to cover both of you like a blanket, and suddenly he was letting go. With a heavy groan and a rough final thrust balls-deep, Keigo came, filling you up until you felt it already leaking out around his cock.

You dug your nails into the spot on his back that was just beside his wings as the feathers on your clit hit the right spot and you broke apart then and there. The coil in your stomach popped. A breathless croak of his name came out instead of the desperate moan of pleasure you had intended. And you felt yourself squeezing around his length, draining the last of what he had, earning yourself a cute little moan of mercy from him as a plea to stop over-stimming him— Like you had a choice in the matter. It was his fault for allowing the feathers to keep working you until you couldn’t breathe!

As you tried your best to calm down and catch your breath, Keigo released his Quirk, all of his feathers retreating to his wings. Keigo sat up a bit so that he could reach over for an extra decorative pillow that he shimmied under your hips— All while he was still inside of you. Both of you laughed at each other. He was such an idiot, doing everything he could to make sure this one time you happened to take it all seriously would mean actually having a kid. But that was kind of what you were hoping for deep down. To have something of yours that could also count as a big “fuck you” to the Commission because they would never get to make a cent off of your family, no matter how much they would plead, and that thought of them begging profusely brought a wicked smile to your face.

You looked over at the clock.

Keigo kissed your cheek.

“Happy birthday, darling.”

He barely looked out of the corner of his eye to see that it had just turned midnight. He pinched your sides and kissed you one more time.

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emotionalsupportemoboys · 1 year

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M A S T E R L I S T

M H A F A N F I C S

Something to Live For [Dabi x F!Reader]

Angst & fluff occurring after ch. 390 of the manga

Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. I

Pregnancy angst

Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. II

Pregnancy angst, smut, & fluff

To Keep You Warm [Dabi x F!Reader]

Showering with Dabi smut

An Egg in the Nest [Hawks x F!Reader]

Pregnancy angst

Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. I

Hawks comforts you while you’re on your period smut

Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. II

Hawks helps get rid of your cramps smut

Not the Wings [Hawks x F!Reader]

Impact play and pegging Hawks smut

Living the Dream [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

You stumble into the MHA universe

Early Bird [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

Hero & villain threesome smut

The Sky Is Falling [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

You, Hawks, & Dabi experiment with edibles smut

Keep Your Enemies Closer [Dabi x Hawks]

DabiHawks angst & smut

M H A D R A B B L E S

I’d go to hell for you [Dabi x Reader]

Toxic relationship angst

Let me help you [Dabi x F!Reader]

Injured Dabi angst

M H A H E A D C A N O N S

Hawks

SFW & NSFW

Dabi

SFW & NSFW

I do not give permission for any of my writing to be reposted, recorded, continued, or altered in any way. All characters © to their respective creators unless stated otherwise.

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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PROMPT: Hawks. Exhibitionism. Plz. Thanks

@sorathebest15

NOTES: hawks x fem!reader, exhibitionism, nickname (baby bird)

Hawks slammed you against the window, the whole city below unsuspecting your naked form. Though, if one person were to look up, they would see one of the world’s most famous pro-heroes fucking a petty little girl.

They called you ‘petty’ like that simply because everybody wanted hawks for themselves. It hurt you, in all reality, but it just made hawks that much more determined to prove you were his and worth every second of his praise.

“Aww.. you getting off to this? You sweet baby bird..” he cooes, wrapping his hands around your neck as he purposefully arched your back for you.

“What will the people below think?” he starts, pushing himself in slightly as you looked down at the city below, “what will they think when they see how passionate we are about each other?”

“Mhp! What if someone w-walks in?” you stutter out, trying your best to stay conscious with his hand still squeezing your neck.

As if on cue, an associate of his knocked on the door. He frowned and let go of your neck, but not pulling out, as he pulled his pants up and shot his wings up around you.

“Come in.” he says, ruffling his hair as the person awkwardly walked in. Hawks placed a soft hand on your head, forcing it down a little as he turned around with a smile.

“What do you need?” he asks, staring back out of the window as if he was in thought.

“Uhm.. why are your wings out?” his associate asks, earning a sharp glare and a forced smile.

“stretching.” is all hawks replies with.

“Alright… well, here are the files you asked me to run. That’s all, I’ll be going now.” they say, their reflection of their bow bouncing off of the glass as they stood back up and walked off, shutting the door behind them with a ‘click’.

“What, did you like that or somethin’? You’re offly wet now.” hawks says with a laugh, returning his hand to around your throat as he pulled you up to stare up at him, his stubble tickling your nose.

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welkinsky · 1 year

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Hawks X Reader | When You Two Started Getting Closer

A/N: I've had this idea in mind for sometime so here it is.

I could see that he would be a little bit uncomfortable at first. Not that he doesn't like it. He did, but he has never let anyone this near to his REAL personality. He always put on a show for the world, but you could see right through it all.

At first, he always brushed it off, but every encounter with you ended with him thinking, "Am I that transparent?" So to test it once more, he ends up "accidentally" bumping into you a lot. And every time, you left him even more insecure in his abilities to hide it all from the world.

You always would ask a question that'd hit a nerve but ended the conversation with such soothing words that would make him look at himself differently, in a good way.

You can see the good in him, and he always saw the bad. You were determined not to be his support system but rather to show him what you can see because you want him to be independent in his ability to bring himself up when he is down emotionally. But you ended up as both in the end.

After a couple of months, he was hooked on you! The people he hung out with were other pro heroes who would repeat the same nonsense things repeatedly or he was with press & media people who were toxic as hell! They knew exactly how to use him for their profits and hawks knew it all. But the cycle of always being in the limelight was so natural to him that now he cannot live without it.

But with you, it was all different. You could see his insecurities and his own "made-up flaws" oh-so-clearly. You confused him with your kindness and your affection. His mind would be running with questions like, "What are you even getting out of this?". This is why with you, he could feel like he just wants to let out all the emotions that he has been burying for all these years.

He felt safe but he didn't know it yet because he never felt it before. He didn't know how it felt to be emotionally safe with someone. This broke your heart because you could see how kind he was and how observant he was for others and would sacrifice a lot for them, who would never do the same for him. Also, you can see how he is wrapped up in these materialistic dopamine kicks that are actually hurting his inner peace and happiness.

You had no motive to be with him at first because of his Playboy persona. So all you wanted for your favorite hero was to be happy off-camera too. But as you started understanding him more, somehow helping him healed you as well.

He'd get distant at times when you were too straightforward because you scared him. And you understood that, so you tried to be as subtle in helping as you could, but sometimes you just couldn't help but state the obvious. And he cannot stay away from you for long too so he'd come back around.

It came to a point that you two had very deep feelings for each other but were just confused if these were because of the way you two can see through each other or do you actually like each other.

If you could see from a third person's perspective, it could have not been any clearer that you two were in love.

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 month

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Characters : Hawks/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Bondage and Blindfolding (light)/ Oral Sex (Fem receiving)

Notes : I guess it has become customary for me to write a little something about Hawks on my birthday 😆

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_ "Fuckin' perfect." a low growl left his throat as the bed creaked under his weight, your breathing was labored and body was tense while you feebly tugged at the black fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.

Your eyes moved frantically under the silk blindfold, striving to catch a glimpse of the man responsible for this.

_ "Don't struggle gorgeous, I don't want you getting hurt." it was pitch black all over, but your heightened senses were picking up his every move.

A fluffy wet feeling pecked at your belly, moving lower and lower until reaching the delicate lace trim of your panties.

_ "Wait.. Keigo." the clinking of the chain connecting your wrists was loud and piercing, but for some reason did not overpower the chuckle he let out from between your legs.

_ "What is it beautiful? Am I not allowed to express my love?" his warm breath fanned over your burning skin as he teased you again.

You shook your head fervently and arched off the bed in a pathetic attempt to get him to carry on, and the muffled laughter leaving his throat was now vibrating against your concealed pussy as he pressed his lips there.

The tension was already building up in the pit of your tummy, and you almost cursed out the delicate garment still separating you– had you trusted your voice at all, but you didn't.

_ "Okay princess, I get it." and he waisted no time stripping you off of the remaining piece hiding you away from his eager eyes.

Your skin tingled with anticipation as he kissed along your inner thigh, and even with your eyes covered, you could still imagine him perfectly: a smug smirk slapped across his face, an intense stare in his blazing golden irises, feathery blond hair in an unruly mess, and thick eyebrows knitted in concentration as he pleasured you.

It's the same face he makes each and every time he goes down on you, one that makes you wonder if he's doing it for his own pleasure or yours.

_ "Please hurry, Keigo." you could no longer hide your impatience, neither did you care to do so.

He hummed in compliance before licking a teasing line along your slit, and the unmistakable feeling of his slick tongue shook you to the core while his name left you in a strangled moan.

The bruising clutch on your thighs kept them apart as he delved in like a starved dog, sucking the sensitive clit into his mouth and growling in pure bliss.

_ "Keigo not so hard please! I'm losing my mind!" you tilted your head back while he licked his way into your throbbing walls, struggling through the fluffy restraints as you needed to lay your hands on him already.

Your body reacted on its own towards his relentless teasing as you blindly, and shakily, reached out to your beloved, one hand bumping into his shoulder while the other rested on his head, grabbing onto his thick hair before shamelessly pushing his face deeper against you, an action that seemed to drive him further to madness.

_ "Fuck, I just can't get enough of you princess." and his slurred statement was laced with obscene slurping noises and satisfied hums that vibrated deep within you.

He was barely holding on to his sanity already, and you could tell from the sound of his fluttering crimson wings as he squirmed and fiddled around while lapping up your swollen love bud and nibbling on the reddening lips surrounding it.

You ached for him, for a peek at the man doing wonders to you, but knew that you weren't allowed until he says so, after all, that was the rule of this little game of yours.

His warm hands released your thighs to slide along your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they caressed you gently.

_ "Delicious." his playful remark tickled your weeping cunt, and your trembling legs strived to encase him between them while his tongue carried on moving deep and slow within you.

_ "Keigo keep going please, please." your heart pounded harshly in your chest as you uttered the demand, and the chain rattled obnoxiously as your body jerked with his every thrust.

His fingers roamed your whole body, kneading and squeezing your flesh before slowly moving down to join his mouth, and you knew what that meant, though you weren't sure if you'd be able to handle any more of his taunting behavior as you've just about reached your limit.

_ "I'm so close!" you wished he would at least remove the blindfold so you could see his face while cumming, but you knew he wouldn't, that was the rule you agreed upon.

Your breath got caught in your throat as he retracted his tongue and kissed your clit, rubbing two fingers along your wetness to slowly ease them past your welcoming slit.

You were a wreck, shattering and twisting uncontrollably under his brute dominance as his fingers took control, and he loved having you under his mercy.

His lips kissed along your trembling thighs, and his long digits curled up to stroke that one particular sweet spot he knew too well.

_ "Wait.. please, that's too much! Keigo!" and you finally found your voice, crying out a warning followed by his name as you gave in to a splintering orgasm, shuddering violently and coating the fingers still moving inside of you before relaxing at last.

Your ears buzzed and your whole body tingled as you were still surrounded with total darkness, but then a clicking sound announced your release from the confining cuffs as they were finally unlocked.

_ "That's my girl, you've done a wonderful job sweetheart." and it was time for the blindfolds to go, leaving you facing a tantalizing view that you regretted missing this whole time.

Your boyfriend was mere inches away from you, messy hair after all you've done to it, pink cheeks that hinted at his own unfulfilled arousal, majestic wings spread out in a menacing way, and glossy lips covered with your fresh essence, a view that stirred you up and simply mesmerized you.

_ "So how's my princess feeling?" his sweet smile coaxed your own to appear.

_ "Perfect.." and you breathed out drowsily, eyes already half closed.

_ "Well I hope you're not trying to sleep already, because we have just begun." he chuckled delightfully while pressing his stiff bulge against your thigh.

You've had your fun already, and it was time for him to have his own..

Dividers by : @/cafekitsune

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pufferfishstories · 1 year

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Knives and Feathers.

FANTASY HAWKS AU

Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.

Hawks x FemReader

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,

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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.

You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.

You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.

Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.

“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.

You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.

Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.

You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...

You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.

And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.

And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.

You smiled softly at him.

Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.

For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.

Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you

“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”

You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.

His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.

Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.

The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said

“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”

You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.

He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.

“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.

He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.

Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.

He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.

And tonight would be different.

Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.

It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.

“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.

Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke

“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”

Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation

“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.

Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.

“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.

“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.

But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.

“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.

“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.

As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.

You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.

You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.

Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”

“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.

Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.

You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.

It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.

You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.

“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped

Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand

“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly

“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his

You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.

“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you

You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.

Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.

Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.

You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.

“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.

Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.

Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.

“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.

“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.

“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”

He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.

He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.

Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.

“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.

You only glare at him in response.

“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you

“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,

Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.

His eyes darken as he releases a breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly

Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.

Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.

His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.

“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.

Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.

Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.

You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.

“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset

“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing

“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.

“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.

His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.

“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.

“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.

Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.

Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.

Chuckling darkly he spoke again.

“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”

Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.

“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.

You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.

“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”

Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.

“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.

“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.

“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.

Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied

“Good.”

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Subspace [chapter 12 of ?]

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.

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The mood was different the next time you stepped into Hawks’ apartment.

He was there at the door to greet you, like always. He was wearing comfortable clothes, bare feet on the cool tiles. Only, there was something charged in his stare. It wasn’t cold or condescending. He looked a little upset, but not in the way you had grown used to these past several months. It wasn’t that fake anger he conjured to fuel the persona he had created in your time together.

Tonight, there was something heated in his stare. It wasn’t frightening; rather, it made you feel safe. When his palm gently cupped your chin, fingers spread across your jaw, tilting your head back to force eye contact, you felt a trickling warm spread through your chest.

It was a little surprising, for a moment.

But, when you thought about what had conspired only a few days ago, it seemed obvious why he was acting this way. You didn’t want to allow yourself the fantasy of believing that it would change anything. Hawks was a hero, after all. It was his job, and you were just a nobody, doing your job, like everyone else.

Only, the look he was giving you conveyed something quite different.

“You scared me,” he uttered darkly. “I expect an apology…”

…

It had happened earlier in the week, on a rather unsuspicious Monday.

You didn’t own a car, as you didn’t need one to get through the city. A year or so ago, after settling into your new role as Hawks’ assistant, you moved to an apartment within walking distance. Plenty of grocery stores, bars, cafes, doctors’ offices and everything in-between were a short train ride away, if not easily accessible on foot. You could also take the ferry across the river if needed, and always enjoyed the salty air carried by the oceanic breeze.

You had a meeting scheduled across town and needed to take the bullet train to get there. It was just another day, another trip you had taken many times before, another cart you had likely been in several times before without ever considering it. It was just another day.

Until it wasn’t.

Something had crashed into the train, forcing it off the tracks and to a screeching, fiery halt. The first cart was almost completely demolished from the collision, and the following harshly piled up on the tracks behind it. The force had knocked you across the aisle, and a harsh slam into the hand rail had rendered you unconscious.

You were in and out in the following hours, bleary vision giving you glimpses of red cloaked skies.

When you woke up in the hospital, you figured it had been your wild imagination supplying a frivolous dream. The news was playing on the TV in your room as the doctor went over your discharge paperwork. A villain had caused the train crash and Hawks had descended upon the scene, a tornado of red feathers pulling civilians from the burning wreckage.

The news channel had gotten amazing footage of the scene, a beautiful barrage of red feathers swarming the cart in a furious tornado, carrying people into the sky before carefully descending them to where emergency personnel were parked with ambulances, waiting for them.

There was a very brief and blurry clip of Hawks exiting the train. His back was turned, his wingspan small and empty as his feathers filled the sky. His arms were curled inward, back arching forward, implying that he was holding something, or someone.

The footage ended, and the scene returned to the reporting news analyst explaining what had happened. Through a beautiful smile, the reporter babbled on about the amazing rescue Hawks performed, how he had arrived on the scene in record time, and not a single life was lost thanks to his speed.

The reporter’s voice faded away when the doctor stepped into the room. You tried to ignore the flushed feeling of shame and joy that made your tummy spiral, and tried to focus on the discharge information. Luckily, you had suffered no severe injuries. You had been pulled from the wreckage before suffering any smoke inhalation and the hero who had saved you took care to ensure your neck remained acute, leading to no accidental spinal injuries.

One of the rookie’s escorted you home from the hospital, made sure you made it safely up the elevator, and even offered to run any errands for you, which politely rejected, of course. For some time, you laid in bed and thought about it all, about Hawks rushing to the scene.

The fact that you were was just a coincidence, right? Sure, he had access to your schedule, and you always told him about meeting you had. But, that didn’t mean-… He wouldn’t have-…

Those intrusive thoughts kept you awake until the pain medicine finally kicked in, and you were able to drift into a pleasant sleep.

The next day, you got dressed and walked to work, as if nothing had happened. You were immediately faced with Hawks as soon as you passed the threshold. He didn’t wait a second to beckon you into his office. As soon as the door shut, the mask he wore vanished, and you realized how angry he truly was. You had seen plenty of fake glares, forced anger when he was pretending to set a mood during a scene. This was different.

This was real.

“What are you doing here? You should be at home,” he chastised, immediately knocking his visor off his face, careless to where it landed.

His irritation startled you, but only for a moment.

You put your foot down, crossing your arms, and returned his glare.

“I’m fine,” you retorted. “-m just sore. No reason I can’t be here.”

“You’re not fine,” Hawks shot back, his voice rising just a little. “You almost-” He cut himself off with a groan and dragged a heavy hand through his hair.

Hawks’ headphone followed, roughly yanked off his neck and tossed onto his desk. It was then that you finally saw the bags under his eyes, the dark tint on his eyelids. He dug his index finger and thumb into his closed eyes, turning away from you as he harshly rubbed his face. The coffee mug on his desk was startlingly aromatic. You could smell the caffeine from across the room.

“You should go home-”

“If anyone needs to go home, it’s you, Hawks,” you challenged him, letting your voice be harsh. “You look-”

“Don’t,” he snapped, turning back towards you.

The venom in his voice was frightening, alongside the angered look he gave you; however, he blinked it away immediately, looking regretful. There was the slightest moment that startle danced across your face, before it morphed back into anger.

“You-” he began.

“I-” as did you, cutting him off.

The room was still for a moment. You jolted a little when Hawks’ cellphone suddenly he went off. He harshly yanked it out of his pocket and squeezed it, pushing the side button and stopping the ringing. You stared at him, confused, especially when he tossed the phone onto his desk, reckless as it skidded across the surface.

“Look, I-”

He shifted forward suddenly, startling a gasp out of you and cutting off your statement. His arms curled up behind your back, carefully pulling you into a weak embrace. His head drooped into the space above your shoulder, hesitant to make contact, likely out of fear of hurting you. You stared over his shoulder, watching his wings fold in and sag against his back.

You sighed into the embrace, lifting your hands to slide them up his chest, and pressed yourself against him. He remained strong as your weight bore into him. Even in this tired state, he was unyielding, and it made you feel undeserving of such attention. When his arms tightened, you felt a slight ache in your lower back, but didn’t allow yourself flinch, afraid he would pull away.

This wasn’t appropriate for work, even with the door being closed. You knew that, and surely he did, too; but, you didn’t want him to pull away. Rather, you leaned in closer, trying to encourage him to touch you more. It worked, for his hands slithered up your spine, as if mapping out the surface.

“I meant what I said: I’m just sore,” you offered weakly, letting your cheek fall onto his shoulder. “Hawks, I can’t – I don’t want to be cooped up in my apartment.”

He understood that, more than you would ever know.

“…okay,” came his quiet, hoarse reply. “Sorry for snapping at you.”

As his arms started to pull away, you decided to make a leap. Normally, Hawks was the one who initiated; but, you decided, it would be you this time.

“It’s fine. I – uhm - can I come over Friday?” you whispered, tilting your head back to peer up into his eyes as he removed himself from the embrace.

He blinked, and you could almost hear the rejection as he mulled it over in his head.

You were still recovering. Even if you were just sore, as you claimed, that didn’t mean that a few days was adequate recovery time. But, as Hawks stared at your face, taking in the soft look of hope, he allowed himself to admit that, clearly, you both needed it.

Hawks replied, “yeah,” before swallowing dryly.

His eyes drifted down your face before rapidly shifting back up to your eyes. You tilted your head back, as if to answer that silent request, only, his phone started to ring again, and Hawks pulled away to answer it this time. Before you could hear too much of the conversation, you exited his office.

…

An apology.

You were certain you knew what he meant by that.

Hawks pulled his hand away, and you carefully set your bag aside, letting it drop forgotten to the floor, before beginning to descend in front of him. Before your knees were even close to the ground, Hawks grabbed at your bicep, and pulled you back up to stand properly.

“What’re you doing?” he snarled, dragging you in close.

Panic blossomed across your face. “Ugh - apologizing?” you offered weakly.

“That’s not how you apologize to me,” Hawks scolded, his brow sunken low over his eyes.

“Don’t insult me,” he added on darkly, giving your bicep a gentle squeeze. The venomous words had you trembling with delight and, honestly, you were a little disappointed he didn’t punish you for that misunderstanding.

“Now, do it right.”

That was how every dom before had expected an apology: on your knees, groveling at their cock with pitiful begging words. You felt foolish to assume that Hawks would expect one the same way, and even more foolish when you realized you didn’t know how he wanted an apology.

Luckily, he answered that silent plea. He let go of your arm, lifted his hand to his face, and tapped the pad of his finger against his cheek, before turning his head away from you.

With a soft gasp, deliriously endeared by his method, you leaned forward, planting your hands on his shoulders for balance, and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

When you pulled back, you whispered, “I’m sorry, sir.”

You could see him give you a glance from the corner of his eye before his gaze shifted away again, and he released a displeased, quiet exhale. A brief feeling of panic and excitement washed over you, and you leaned forward, kissing his cheek again, and a second time, just to be safe, before apologizing again.

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

He blinked slowly, but otherwise didn’t react. Spurred on, you tried again, this time delivering something suave to his cheek, feeling his fine beard hairs tickle your chin.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

He turned his head towards you, looking unimpressed. The frown on his face seemed more challenging than it did discouraging, especially when accompanied by the burning stare of his golden eyes.

This time, when you leaned in, you peppered butterfly kisses along the corner of his mouth, avoiding his lips as if you absolutely were not allowed to dare touch him there. Before you could utter sweet pleas to him again, a huff escaped his nose that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Your fingers fumbled with his shirt where they clung to his shoulders, torn between temptation and nerves.

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you whispered again.

Hawks tilted his head down ever so slightly, and you took that as an invitation to kiss his lips. He didn’t reciprocate; but, when you leaned back, you saw a faint smirk appear. You gently pressed another kiss, and then another, leaning in until most of your body weight was pressed against him. His hands finally reached for you, grabbing onto your waist for purchase.

“Sir, please. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm,” Hawks hummed, blinking down at you.

As you stared up into those sunset eyes, you thought about what a monster he was.

And more importantly, how much you loved it.

You leaned back in, this time adorning his other cheek with kisses, one right after the other, making soft smacking sounds as you did so. He huffed softly when you kissed at his beard line. At that sound, you returned to his mouth, finding your methods rather desperate at this point. This time, however, he kissed back, arching over you as he did so.

You moaned, embarrassingly loud, in response.

When he pulled back, he made a thoughtful sound. “…are you?” he uttered.

“Yes,” you breathed.

A calloused hand slid up your neck and you tilted your head approvingly, eyes fluttering shut. Deliriously, you thought about how massive his hand was, how easily he could cup your throat, how far across his fingers could circle the delicate flesh. However, in that moment, he was holding you gently. There was the slightest bit of a threat there, and it felt good.

“Are you?” he repeated, a little darker this time.

Your eyes fluttered open and you released a nervous breath. “Sir, I’m sorry I scared you.”

Hawks’ thumb trailed your cheek and you watched a series of emotions play out across his face. His other arm locked tight against your lower back and pulled you in, forcing your body against his. He felt firm, strong, and the pressure was a little painful, not that you cared to contest that. The smell of his cologne was gentle and reminded you of the ocean.

“Tonight… I’m going to fuck you.”

The words had left you stupefied, staring at him as if you couldn’t believe what he had just said.

Hawks huffed out a brief, quiet laugh, seemingly pleased by the stare you gave him.

“Would you like that?” he offered, a little teasing, but clearly sincere.

As if on autopilot, you replied quietly, “yes, sir.”

He leaned in, dragging his stubble against your cheek, until his lips touched your temple.

“You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you panted, eyelids fluttering and hands now a death grip on his shoulders.

His hand, that had been gently caressing your neck, shifted to the back of your head and grabbed a fistful of hair. You cried out softly when he pulled your head back, grip careful to ensure he didn’t hurt you. Your eyes squeezed shut, not out of pain or fear, but from pleasure and excitement.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.

You huffed out a weak breath, leaning into him and silently begging him to continue.

“You have no idea how hard it is to resist when you want it so fucking badly,” he continued. “Even when you don’t say it. The way you look at me. Makes me wanna tie you up – use you every single night.”

A full body shudder betrayed whatever dignity you had left.

“Would that be enough for you?” Hawks murmured darkly. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn’t quite respond verbally, but your grip on his shoulders tightened.

He laughed darkly. “No, no, it wouldn’t be. You want me to come inside you.”

It wasn’t much of a question, but you still tried to answer, whimpering out an agreeing sound.

“Yeah,” he agreed through a heavy exhale. “Just fucking you isn’t enough. You have to be full of me, even after I’m done with you. You want to feel it – remember it. Maybe, I’ll make you walk around my apartment while it leaks out of you.”

“Hawks-” you cried out, his name escaping as if against your will.

“Shhh,” he cooed, lips dragging against your skin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back. You were breathing a little harsher than usual, you realized, cheeks flushed red as Hawks stared at you like a hungry, wild animal.

His knuckles dragged along your cheek before he pulled his hand away.

“Babybird, are you sure you still want this?” he asked, his tone as sweet as he could manage while making that face: a look that made it clear he was being serious.

He had spun you deep into the abyss; but, that concerned question had sobered you up enough to give him a proper answer.

“Yes, Hawks,” you breathed. “Of course I do.”

“I won’t be able to be sweet on you tonight,” he warned in a soft voice that contrasted that implication.

You didn’t ponder it for long. You weren’t sure if you wanted it sweet. When you were in between these nightly visits, you dreamt of him taking you properly. It was rarely ever sweet at the start. In your dizzy daydreams, he fucked you like he owned you.

With some bite, you answered sharply, “if I wanted sweet, I’d get a boyfriend.”

For a moment, Hawks was quiet, staring at you with a surprised look on his face. But, then, that look formed into an amused and wild smirk.

“Yeah,” he agreed darkly.

His lips fell over yours, wet and possessive, devouring. You let your hands venture into his hair, forgetting your place for a moment as he kissed you. Hawks seemed to forget, too, for he didn’t bother attempting to stop you. He held you close, tilted his head and deepened the kiss, forcefully drawing sounds out of you.

You both had drifted away for a moment, before he harshly pulled back with a wet smack. Hawks released you from his hold, though your grip on his shoulders and weight pressing into him kept you upright. With a careful hand, he cupped your bicep and pushed you away. You staggered back willingly, finding your footing.

Wordlessly, he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the hallway, a cold look in his eyes. You started for his room, and he followed behind you, looming like a dangerous shadow.

As you approached, your ears picked up a faint melody, a saxophone carrying a long note that hummed pleasantly through the room. Sure enough, as you crossed the threshold, you spotted the small radio lit up on the table by his chair. The saxophone finished what was likely the end of a long and beautiful solo before the piano picked up.

The hallway light turned off behind you, casting darkness into the room. A dim lamp at the bedside table was all that illuminated the room, casting a faint, pale glow. Even with your clothes on, the room felt colder than usual, and you knew it was intentional. However, the knowledge of Hawks’ presence made you feel warm and congested in your clothes.

As if reading his mind, you started undressing. Hawks remained behind you, and you could feel his eyes staring as your skin became bare. You couldn’t see his glare, however, as bruises that he didn’t make became exposed.

Once the final article hit the ground, fingertips spread across your back. You sighed as he traced invisible patterns across your skin. He leaned in, and you felt his breath on your shoulder.

“We have a new rule,” he advised firmly.

You exhaled heavily.

“Only I’m allowed to bruise and cut your skin,” Hawks whispered, standing so close that he was nearly touching you. “For every mark that isn’t mine, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered in a mewl that showed how much you liked this new rule.

A large hand enveloped the back of your neck and pushed you forward. You staggered a little, before finding your footing as he maneuvered towards the bed. He pushed you over the edge and you followed the motion, bending over at the waist so that your chest and cheek touched the bed while your legs held your ass in the air, bare feet on the floor.

Hawks leaned up, eyes and hands trailing over you. He pressed up against you, letting you feel his clothed erection, his strong legs and abdomen.

“One,” he started, gently sliding his palm over a large bruise under your ribs.

He was careful, though you still winced slightly at the touch.

“…two… three…”

You drifted away as he counted, finding marks you had no idea about, in places your eyes couldn’t reach as easily as his could. He leaned back, stepping away a little, and nudged your legs apart. You tried not to shudder as your sex became exposed and the cold air washed over you. He had seen your nudity countless times before; but, you doubted you could ever truly get used to this.

“…eight… nine…”

“Hawks,” you pleaded.

His hand gently brushed the back of your head, a condescending touch, and he cooed a soft, “shush.” However, there was some warning in that tone, that he wasn’t going to tolerate that, and you sagged obediently into the bed.

He was quiet for a little while, hands wandering with his eyes, touching as if he couldn’t quite see you properly unless his fingertips did, too.

“Nine marks, babybird,” he uttered, sighing with annoyance.

For a brief second, you were afraid you were going to cry. Your sober self knew he didn’t mean it; but, you allowed yourself to drift down so far so quickly, and was already feeling the bubbling shame of damaging your master’s property. You pressed your face into the sheets and tried to ignore it.

“Knees on the bed,” Hawks commanded, sounding impatient.

You leaned up on your elbows with a dry inhale and pulled your legs up onto the bed. For a moment, you pondered what he intended to use. Then, you could hear a wispy sound as something floated over you and then a pinch as Hawks grabbed it: the sound of leather squeezed against skin. You knew what it was before he touched you with it. He dragged it gently over your back, letting the loose leather touch your skin.

“Color?” he murmured.

That was sobering, reminding you that this didn’t have to happen.

A dark part of your mind wanted the punishment, reveled in the knowledge that he cared that you had been in danger, that you had been hurt. The rational side recognized the need that you both felt, to give and to take, and how that carnal desire calmed the harsh realities of your lives.

You turned your head and spotted one of his wings spread wide, the fine, red plumes of his feathers trembling slightly, rippling from the base to the ends.

Even without being able to look at his face, his wings gave away his desire. He was anxious, itching to hit you, to strike your skin and make you cry. That thought wasn’t quite as alarming as your response was. Surely, a normal person would find that frightening; however, you flushed with excitement and moaned approvingly, arching your back.

“Green, please – please,” you whimpered pathetically.

“One more time, be honest,” Hawks whispered, arching over you carefully.

His nondominant hand curled over the back of your neck, holding you down, forcing you to submit. Your fingers clawed at the bedsheets, messing up how tidy they were and wrinkling the surface. You whimpered and Hawks lessened his grip. You inhaled sharply and felt his thumb move apologetically up and down the skin along your hairline.

“I want this,” you answered, voice a little stronger than it was a moment ago.

You heard him swallow and felt him lean up. He dangled the wispy ends of the whip over your skin, a warning, before drawing it back and cracking it across the back of your thigh, right beneath the swell of your ass.

He wasn’t nearly as rough as he had been in the past. Clearly, he was holding back; but, it still hurt, and the contact managed to force a startled scream out of you.

He was close enough for you to feel his warmth, but not close enough for you to feel how his cock twitched in his pants at the sound you made. The grip he has on the back of your neck kept you still, even as you jerked at the contact. The whip came down again, the sound of skin contact a loud echo in the room.

“Count,” he snarled.

“Tw-”

The whip came down again before you could finish.

Hawks stared at your face, only shifting his eyes away to make sure he wasn’t hitting you too hard or in the wrong place. It was difficult to look away when he could see tears gathering in your eyes, red staining your cheeks, pain and pleasure flashing across your face.

Some distant part of his mind told him how sick he was. His only reprieve was that you liked it, and that reminder was the only thing keeping that nagging voice quiet.

…four…five…

Hawks shifted back and moved to your other side, using his knee to push your legs a little further apart as he settled, trading hands. He adjusted his grip on your neck, a little more gently than he had been with his other hand. He waited, listening to your breathing, ensuring it was steady enough, less he accidentally hurt you improperly.

Then, the whip came down again. The other side hurt a little more than you expected, only because you had grown accustomed to the blossoming pain on the other side. Your scream was a little startling, even to your own ears. If Hawks was concerned about it, he didn’t show it.

…six…seven…

You couldn’t hear yourself count, though you knew you were doing it out loud, like master told you too. You couldn’t tell how you sounded, raw and sinful, like nothing mattered more than what he was doing. You felt some tears shed and turned your head to let them drip into the sheets.

…eight…nine…

Hawks dropped the whip and immediately drew you up into his arms. You were pulled limply, and cried out, not in pain or agony, but shame and delight. He crossed his legs on the bed and cradled you in his lap, pressing his lips over your cheeks to clean up your tears. You clawed at his shirt and wiggled forward until your legs tangled, planting your sex right over a thick thigh.

“Did so good,” he praised, pushing your hair out of your face. “Such a good girl.”

You whimpered like an animal, blinking away tears. His hard-on was trapped between you, but your thoughts were consumed by his warmth beneath your core, the soft material of his pants pressing against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he observed through a heavy sigh.

Were you? You hadn’t thought about it until now that you could feel his clothes clinging to you, could feel his bare hands warming your skin. It was so cold in this room, but God he felt so warm.

Hawks’ hands shifted down and grabbed at the meat of your waist, pulling you forward slightly. That movement created friction that sent jolts of pleasure through you, which was made evident by a moan and shudder.

“Yeah,” he growled approvingly.

“Come on,” he urged, pushing you back and pulling you forward.

Your hands dug into his shoulders for purchase and you began rolling your hips, shamelessly humping his thigh. His cock was trapped in his pants, poking up into the seam, and receiving no attention from your movement. Still, Hawks moaned as if that wasn’t the case, staring at you with a hungry passion.

Pale lashes fluttered over gold eyes.

“That desperate, hm?” he taunted, words heavy. “Slutty thing.”

Hawks tightened his hold and forced you still. You whined and he hushed you with a snarl, “be good.”

The world rotated as Hawks pushed you back onto the bed. You flopped over uselessly, arms flailed above your head and legs trapped on either side of his waist. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist, giving away how nervous you were. Whilst not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, this was new between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but be nervous for what was to come.

Hawks’ wings spread predatorily above you, a strong arm stretched above your head to pin your wrists to the sheets. You writhed beneath him, shuddering when his stare darkened.

Something smooth and firm fell into your palm. Hawks released your wrists and slid his hand up to grab it. You realized what it was as the material looped around the skin that his hand had previously been holding. You wiggled your fingers as he bound your wrists together, careful to ensure the knotting wouldn’t hurt you or leave a mark. He shifted up and looped the rope through a gap in the bed frame.

A few odd seconds later, he was done with your wrists and maneuvered down. Large hands slid beneath your calves and hiked your legs up. You didn’t bother looking down, recognizing the sensation of more ropes. He looped them carefully, but tightly, pinning your calves to your thighs and forcing your legs upright and spread, sex exposed. You tried not to dwell on the thought of how you must have looked.

As soon as he was finished, Hawks sat upright. His hands smoothed down your legs as he admired his handywork.

“Test the restraints, babybird,” he advised softly. “You know that.”

With a deep breath, you started pulling your arms, looking quite pathetic in a feeble attempt to escape the bindings. Your feet wiggled helplessly, legs trembling as you couldn’t budge in the bindings.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked, concern briefly flashing in his eyes.

“No, sir,” you answered breathlessly.

“Be honest.”

There was a heavy, emotional honesty in his tone, as if everything weighed on this moment. He wanted you in feral, dehumanizing ways; but, nothing was worth hurting you in ways he couldn’t take back. He wanted a surrender of trust and lust, not of fear and guilt. You wiggled around some more, testing the bindings. Hawks tried to ignore how much that sight stirred his arousal.

“Feels good,” you answered eventually, head falling limp onto the sheets.

You stared up at him with glossy eyes, letting your emotions speak loudly on your face. Hawks stared back at you as if hypnotized, his gold eyes bright in the dimly lit room, and soaked up every little bit of trust you conveyed.

For a moment, the music coming from the stereo played loudly in your ears, right alongside your thundering heart. But, as you laid there, helpless to escape and beneath crimson feathers, you started to drift away, back into that invisible plain in your mind, where nothing existed outside of this moment.

A sound, a lid popping open, snapped you out of that moment.

A wet digit nudged at your entrance and carefully slid inside.

“Oh,” Hawks huffed in surprise.

He shifted his wrist to glide out and back in and immediately started drilling the digit at a steady pace, pressing against your walls with intent. You were fairly loose already, slippery with your own juices. The heat of your insides was startling contrast to the cold in the room.

“Do you like being tied up for me that much?” he asked, a sort of smug tone to his words.

He stared down at your face, watching pleasure and shame morph into one beautiful, haunting expression.

“Such a greedy pussy,” he continued, as if talking to himself. “Ready to be stuffed full of cock.”

He removed his finger and slapped his open palm against your sex, letting out a hoarse, brief laugh at the gushing, wet sound it made. You squeaked, mostly out of embarrassment, and slightly out of startle at the sudden, harsh touch.

This time, two fingers slid in, the angle different as he turned his hand to press his thumb on your pearl. You whimpered, shuddering as he curled his fingers and circled the pad of his thumb over that swollen bud. As pleasure blossomed across your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss the way he looked at you.

But, then, his hand slid back, fingers carefully dragging out of you. The lube cap popped open again, followed by a squelching sound. You could recognize the shift of him as he rested on his knees between your spread legs. Quickly, it became obviously what the noise was.

Your eyes fluttered open and, sure enough, you could see his shoulder moving subtly. However, you couldn’t lean up to get a better look, and fidgeted against the restraints as a result.

Of course, Hawks caught on.

“You want this?” he asked, some strain in his teasing tone.

The effort was supposed to just be slicking his cock with lube; but, when you mewled and pulled against the rope tying your arms to the bed frame, Hawks kept going, a little lost in the faint relief combined with the gorgeous of you bound and ready to be fucked.

“Yes,” you answered in a breathless voice.

“Yeah?” he agreed through a moan. “What do you say when I give it to you?”

“Thank you, sir,” you answered, fidgeting more.

“That’s right. But, first, you gotta ask nicely – how I like it. Come on,” he insisted, raspy and low.

“Please, sir,” you immediately huffed out..

“You can do better than that,” he answered coldly.

“Please-” you blurted, some desperation shining through. “Please, sir. I want it.”

“Then, beg all pretty for me – beg me to fuck you,” Hawks commanded, his shoulder still moving, and the slick sounds growing louder as he increased the pressure.

His eyes were ravishing, staring with a wild hunger that you had witnessed many times before, but never tired of. You pulled against the restraints again, legs twitching as you failed to reach for him. It intensified, until you were practically thrashing around, torso stretched and chest angled upright.

“Please – your cock – I want it – inside – oh fuck me, please, Hawks, please,” you whined, vaguely aware of how you sounded, desperate and pathetic.

You failed to address him properly, but his eyes suggested he didn’t care at that moment.

Hawks snarled and the movement of his arm stopped. His head tilted back and you watched his wings jerk away and lock up before slowly curling back in to rest naturally behind him. You could see the pinched expression of pain on his face, and it remained briefly when he straightened out his neck.

Quickly, it morphed into anger.

You gawked at him, feeling a flush of nauseating arousal at the realization of what you had just done to him. Hawks flicked his tongue over his teeth before baring them, panting harshly.

He let go of his cock and shifted forward, nearly colliding with your forehead with how suddenly he leaned over you. You gasped weakly at his sudden closeness.

The music was still playing, a soft melody that contrasted the intensity of the moment.

His hands, one wet and slippery with lube, grabbed at your waist, and held you still as he slid in closer. His cock, warm and hot, dragged along your folds, the tip poking at your pearl as his shaft glided along the wetness slicking your entrance. You twitched and gasped, trying to wiggle into the right position that would glide him right in. Only, tied up like this, you couldn’t accomplish that at all, and was left to flail worthlessly.

For a moment, you laid together, panting in the same air, sex touching, but not quite one yet. You had half the mind to question him, or maybe start begging again; however, afraid he would make you wait longer, you kept your mouth shut. It became evident that he was waiting for his near-orgasm to wane, waiting for the intensity to waver.

After some time, his breathing evened out; but, the redness on his face remained ever vibrant. It was a painful arousing sight.

“Listen,” Hawks murmured, pausing to swallow loudly.

Your eyes were glossy, not quite focused even though you were looking up at him.

“Listen to me, you slut,” he added on harshly.

That snarl caught your attention, and you blinked rapidly, trying to clear your thoughts enough to dwell on whatever it was he was going to say.

“I know that I say you gotta take it and all that; but, babybird, you gotta know how mean it. This – when we have sex - if it doesn’t feel good, you color. Understand? I don’t want it if you don’t love every single second of it,” he whispered, raspy, but well-tempered and controlled.

This was important, you knew that, of course; but, his tone made it all the more severe.

“Always be honest with me. When you’re with me, I own everything you feel-”

As if to make his point clear, Hawks swiveled his hips, dragging his cock along your folds. Your next exhale was uneven, shuddering out of you. The staggering breath had your chest shuddering; but, you kept your eyes firmly on his.

“-and you will only feel the kind of pain I want you to. But, pleasure, babybird, as much as you want. I can’t guarantee that if you aren’t honest with me about your body.”

His wings were trembling where they hovered above you and the look in his eyes was desperate, sincere. You were silent, waiting with bated breath, incase he wasn’t finished.

“Say you understand,” he huffed out harshly.

“I understand,” you replied, breathless, but confident.

His resolve cracked, and you were ready to scream in absolute euphoria.

Finally, you felt the poke of his cock at your entrance. Hawks pushed forward and slid into you fully, right to the base, barely giving you a second to adjust. You cried out at the intrusion, more so out of surprise than pain. There was an ache, as to be expected. But, there was an immense feeling of relief.

He felt bigger than you remembered, and it left you full and dizzy. But, what was more overwhelming, was the feeling of his torso flush against yours, the settle of his hips deep within the space between your thighs. He arched over you, letting skin touch wherever it reached.

Hawks, somehow, managed to maintain his poker face, looking almost unbothered by his sudden entrance into your body. His brow shifted slightly when he rocked his hips back. The slightest bit of pleasure flickered in his eyes when he glided back in. You tried not to look away, not wanting to miss it, but yourself struggling to do so when someone soft wiggled between.

One of his feathers.

-small, but strong, and it settled expertly over your clit. It pushed upward, nudging your bud in a familiar gesture. You could feel your legs tremble against the rope. Hawks immediately set a rhythm, pushing in and out of you at a steady pace while the feather twitched against your bead.

“Oh god-” you sobbed, head falling back into the sheets.

At some point, he let go of your waist and dug his forearms in the sheets, somewhere by your shoulders so that his biceps could pin you in and keep you still. His hands grabbed harshly at the bedding, protruding his knuckles and veins.

He drilled his hips, snapping in and out of you with bone-rattling force. You struggled to keep your eyes open, shifting between his twitching wings and striking, gold eyes. His brow was lowered in a determined scowl and hoarse breaths huffed out of his parted lips between each thrust of his hips.

His pace was bordering too much. However, the movement of his feather delivered enough friction to distract from the harsh nudge of his cock impossibly deep inside you.

He faltered at some point, shifting his hips to change the angle. That next thrust was unbelievably better. Your body jerked away from him, an uncontrolled response, and you released an unholy moan. He rolled his hips, reaching that wonderful place inside you. Pleasure washed over you in heavy waves.

“Fuck,” he suddenly snarled. “You look so good crying on my cock.”

Crying. Were you?

Everything felt too good to focus much on the state of your body. Oh, but Hawks could see it all, could feel it all: from the debauched look on your face to the way your thighs shook around him. Your hands were fumbling above your head, unconsciously gripping at the sheets or pulling against the rope.

Your eyes were a little wet, not because it hurt. It was a little overwhelming: he was deep, carving out a place for his cock. It got better and better with every thrust. You couldn’t move your body much at all, helpless but to lay there and take it. An illusion, yes. But, you basked in it, trusting him enough to allow yourself to be taken like this.

“Do you like being pumped like a cock sleeve?” Hawks questioned harshly, grunting through his teeth. “Hmm? My little slut finally got the cock she wanted so bad. Does it feel good being my personal whore?”

You didn’t respond, too distracted by the pleasure to care enough to answer him.

But, then, Hawks reeled his hand back and slapped an open palm against your ass. He wasn’t gentle, either, and you screamed at the contact.

“Fucking answer me,” he snarled, not relenting for a single second on the rapid movement of his hips.

“YES,” you cried out. “S-sir,” you corrected yourself immediately after, a little bit softer.

The words were garbled as they came out of you, wet and distant. It made you feel pathetic.

Hawks seem to agree, for he laughed darkly. Between his thrusts, the laughter sounded winded, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at his obvious enjoyment of your body.

He leaned in close, and huffed hot breath against your temple, right above your ear.

“Which part, huh? Proper answer or I stop,” he threatened.

“A-all of it,” you whimpered pathetically.

“Tell me,” he demanded through a harsh snarl.

“L-like being your-” you cut off briefly, trying to catch your breath. His hips didn’t relent for a single second. “Pers-s-sonal whore,” you finally huffed out.

That was awfully true, wasn’t it? These scenes fulfilled your wildest dreams; but, there was something immensely satisfying about belonging to Hawks. He had made it clear that you would be exclusive during the extent of… whatever this was. It meant more than he knew, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

“You’ve begged for this cock for months. What do you say?” he grunted.

“Th-aahh-nk you,” you replied weakly, breaking off into a moan halfway through.

“You’re welcome, babybird. Take it all now,” he cooed.

It was a sweet command, clearly taunting at the obvious fact that you had no choice, shuddering against restraints and moaning at the constant pummeling of his hips. His feather was vibrating against you, undulating as violently as his cock drilled in and out of you. Everything felt like a constant jolt of pleasure. Vaguely, you could feel the air stirring as his wings beat above you, shifting his weight harder into you.

He exhaled heavily and his words melted into you. “Such a good toy for me, aren’t you – taking my cock so, so good – fucking perf – ahh - feels so good inside you – yeah, you’re gonna take my come, too, aren’t you?”

Against your will, you moaned and Hawks shuddered with an amused chuckle.

“You want it? Ask for it, nicely,” he uttered darkly, lips moving against your skin as he spoke. “Tell me where you want my come.”

“P-lease, inside,” you huffed out weakly.

“I am inside you, baby,” Hawks answered, and you feel the smirk against your skin, in his tone. “Come on, now, what do you want me to do?”

“H-Hawks,” you whimpered, head muddled by pleasure and shame.

“Be a good girl for me,” he whispered, a tantalizing combination of sweetly persuasive and darkly commanding. “Good girls get what they want, when they ask nicely.”

You wanted to be good, of course; but, that wasn’t the entire motivation. It made no logical sense. Then again, neither did anything else that you enjoyed together. You didn’t need reason. You just knew that you wanted him to-

“P-please, come ins-s-side me,” you whispered the words out, struggling from the intense movement of his hips and mind numbing pleasure.

“Sir, please,” you added on hastily, before he could think to correct you.

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll come inside you, my good girl.”

Your eyes rolled back and an inhuman cry spewed from your lips. Hawks could feel you tightening and knew before you did what was happening.

“Oh shit,” he grunted, having to slump forward to keep his momentum going, rocking his hips against yours with intent.

You were orgasming before you were even aware that it was approaching, suddenly struck with the force of it. It came on so suddenly, for a brief moment, you felt everything slip away. The world beyond this room was gone, and all you could think about was the pleasure, the weight and heat of master above you, his cock slipping wetly in and out of you.

“Yeah. That’s it. Give it to me,” he praised, voice hoarse.

His pleasured moans drew out loudly where he panted harshly above you. Hawks leaned in close, and you could feel the thundering of his heart where his chest pressed against yours. He buried his face in your neck and released a feral moan. You shuddered, thinking for a moment that you might come again. You didn’t, but it was pretty damn close, especially when you felt the snap of his teeth against your skin in a futile effort to silence his wild moans.

Hawks slammed his hips through his entire orgasm. The wet slap of skin echoed loudly in your ears as you sobered up from your own orgasm. His wings tore through the air so violently that they knocked the desk side lamp clean off the table.

The base shattered, but the bulb remained intact. Now, with the light shining from the floor, the room was darker. Shadows cast over Hawks’ form. His wings, however, were at just the right angle to catch the light. You watched the plumes twitch and shudder through his orgasm.

You recognized the heat of his seed first. It was startling, and you briefly feared it would burn you, as absurd as that was. He kept moving, and his spent slicked his cock, and you could feel it gushing wetly out of you.

A shuddering breath huffed out of Hawks, and his hips finally slowed. He stopped his thrusting and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. Your eyes shifted to follow his gaze as Hawks leaned up to look at you properly. His wings shifted, curling in naturally against his back.

He didn’t look real, like something out of a dizzy daydream, and you were briefly afraid to blink, less he disappear.

Hawks leaned up, chest heaving as he had yet to calm his heart, and placed his hands delicately over your rope-clad thighs for balance. He was still hard inside you, and he remained there as he leaned back just enough to look down, tilting his head almost innocently.

An impressed sound whooshed out of him. You were a bit envious that you couldn’t see it: the sight of his cock, halfway inside you, soaked in a combination of your fluids. Some of it was dribbling down the edges of your sex, where your nether lips were still split on his cock.

He remained inside you as his hands started working at the bindings. He wasn’t very delicate about it, and you doubted the scene was over; so, you remained perfectly still, breathing still quite heavy. Hawks undid the knot that connected you to the bedframe, but the large bundle around your wrists remained.

Hawks leaned over you, guiding your arms over his head and onto his shoulders. You released a startled gasp when he curled his arms against your back and hoisted you into the air.

“Hold me with your legs,” he instructed, grunting in your ear.

You tried, but your muscles were weak, and you barely managed to get your heels to plant on his lower back. He could tell, clearly, for he laughed softly as he carried you to the bathroom. The radio switched off with a loud click.

Hawks headed for the bathroom. It took you a moment to adjust to the brightness, as it was blinding compared to the dim lighting in his bedroom.

The weight of him inside you made it evident that he wasn’t done that. That was made all clearer when he set you down on the wide counter top, right by the sink, and leaned you back carefully. Your arms pulled away from his shoulders and rested limply over your chest, still tied together at the wrists.

He lifted one of your legs, slowly to ensure he didn’t hurt a strained muscle, and pushed your knee into your chest.

You turned your head and realized exactly what his placement had accomplished. The mirror on the sidewall, next to the farther sink, was giving you the perfect view of your sexes. You could see his cock buried inside you, a glob of his spent oozing out and dripping onto the counter.

Hawks laughed once, amused, as he curled his hand under your head.

You were confused for a moment as to what that was for, until he started moving. Your head jerked back and, instead of clonking against the stone, you were protected by his hand. His other hand was curled against the underside of your thigh, partially for purchase, and to keep your leg up.

“Don’t look away,” he instructed. “Watch me fuck you.”

You obeyed, staring at the sight of his member effortlessly gliding in and out of your sex. With a front row seat, you almost couldn’t believe that you could fit him. Your nether lips were spread wide, pearl exposed. Everything was glistening with wetness, and the glide of his shaft was on full display, slipping in and out of your hole.

Hawks’ couldn’t seem to make up his mind, whether or not to watch the erotic sight below or the aroused, shameful look on your face. He pulled you a little away, until you were hanging off the counter top, and snapped his hips aggressively.

You whined, mostly from how sensitive you were.

“One more time,” he cooed, like a sweet promise.

Instead of his feather, he let go of your thigh and shifted his hand down to use his thumb instead. You jerked at the sudden touch, head falling back and eyes shuttering, and released a feral cry.

“Give me more one, and you can have more of my come,” Hawks continued, his voice hoarse, but oh so soft at the same time.

A moment ago, you didn’t think you could. But, now, that feeling was bubbling up almost painfully fast.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmured between huffs of staggering breaths.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Then, you gotta come for me, first.”

Your arms trembled where they rested, bound, over your chest. You unconsciously pulled and thrashed against the bindings. You were trying, and failing, not to move too much, afraid you would hurt his hand where it held your head. Your legs twitched on either side of him, struggling to stay upright.

“Sir,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, babybird. Come on my cock again,” he praised. “Like the cute little whore that you are.”

He snapped his hips aggressively, rattling your bones.

That seemed to do it, for Hawks could feel you tightening. The pressure built up and you cried out, shaking in his grasp. It was a bit shorter, and didn’t leave you blinded like before. But, it was still so, so good.

This time, as he finished, Hawks pulled you in tight, pressing his cock as deep inside as he possibly could. He groaned loudly, jaw clenched and eyes pressed shut. You stared up at his face, mesmerized by the sight. His wings flexed again, albeit a little more controlled than a moment ago.

As he exhaled deeply, he carefully pushed your leg in towards your chest.

“Look,” he instructed.

Knowing what he meant, you turned your head and looked at the mirror, briefly taking in the debauched sight of your bound wrists and heaving chest, before looking down at your sex.

It played out like something out of a porn film. He slipped out slowly, cock shiny and wet with your arousal and his own seed. He was still hard, and an angry shade of red. His blonde pubes were completely drenched and darkened from the wetness. Just as soon as he popped free, a glob of his seed followed, oozing out.

Hawks leaned over you, smirking.

“What do you say when you get my come?” he whispered.

You tilted your head back to face him, and was so close that your lips touched his as you spoke.

“Thank you, sir,” you answered breathlessly.

Hawks undid your wrist bindings as he kissed you. You mewled into his mouth, wobbly arms finding the strength to latch onto his shoulders. He carefully pulled you off the counter and into his chest, still locked at the mouth. You sagged against him, feeling boneless and exhausted. He seemed well aware of this, for his hold on you was solid.

He detached from the kiss slowly and guided you towards the shower. He set you carefully on the bench before turning away to start the showerhead. You leaned back against the cool tile, wincing at the ache of your muscles. You blearily took in the sight of him, blonde hair a wild, sweaty mess, wings curled in tight against his back. You tried to blink that look away when he turned back to you.

For a moment, Hawks stood by the running water, letting it hit his shoulder. Droplets splattered from the contact, sparkling in the overhead light.

Once the water was warm, he gently grasped your arms and helped you to your feet. You stepped into the stream, leaning against him for balance, and sighed deliriously as water ran down your back.

“Be still, okay?” he warned.

You pressed your cheek into his chest and closed your eyes, certain of what was to follow.

Sure enough, Hawks detached a portion of the shower head and angled it between your legs. You winced, but otherwise remained still while he rinsed you off. He briefly angled the spray away and used his other hand to reach between your folds. You gasped when a finger curled inside you. He twisted that digit around carefully and you felt more of him ooze out with every passing second.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

Of course he was helping clean you up; but, at the same time, you were well aware that he was enjoying the view, and you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Hold onto me,” Hawks commanded gently.

You knew it meant it both physically and mentally. The scene was over, and his hand exploring your sex was threatening to drag you back into subspace. Your hands were grasping at his shoulders, and you tightened their hold, nails gently biting at his skin.

“Good girl,” he praised, and slowly returned the shower head to your sex.

You flinched again, gasping softly.

He was done a short time after that, and popped the extension back into place.

“Thank you,” he praised, kissing at your hairline.

You almost flinched away, knowing full well how sweaty you were.

“I’m gonna wash you, okay? Keep squeezing me like that,” he instructed sweetly.

Your death grip on his shoulders was pinching at his skin. Though, Hawks didn’t mind at all. He liked that little bit of pain, a reminder that you were still quite strong. You had clung to him out of fear your weak legs would surrender and drag you to the floor. But, it was also nice to feel grounded to him.

After a lather with some body wash that smelt like honey blossoms – something that was clearly not for him - Hawks worked some shampoo through your hair, fingers careful to not accidentally tug on strands. You melted into him, thoroughly enjoying the attention. He was mostly quiet, only speaking to tell you what he was going to do before he did it.

Once the soap was all washed away, you felt sane enough to make a demand.

“Let me wash you.”

“You don’t have to,” he protested weakly.

You pushed away from him carefully, testing how you felt on your own feet. Despite feeling well enough to stand alone, Hawks’ hands didn’t leave you for a second, one resting at your hip while the other was curled behind your back.

“Mhm,” you hummed absently.

Hawks stood there, mostly compliant, while you squirted some bodywash into your palm and started working it over him. It smelt like cedar and spices, and you hoped it would linger on him. He was watching you with a fond expression, though also some amusement, merely because you looked quite cute attending to him like that.

You were also shameless, he realized, for your hands lowered to his crotch, and worked the soap over his soft cock and balls, touching with a bold exploration he didn’t dare allow during ascene. Hawks grunted at the touch, and was half tempted to stop you. But, he found the strength to allow your hands to wander, and calmed himself by delivering a soft warning bite to your ear.

You huffed out a laugh at that.

One large hand reached back and cupped your behind, as if trying to regain some semblance of control.

You laughed softly again, especially when you tilted your head back and caught the pout on his face.

His limit seemed to be his thighs, for when your hands wandered down, he finally stopped you. If not for the gentle look on his face, you would have thought you crossed a line. Maybe you did, somewhat, but it wasn’t enough to prompt him to comment. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you did something wrong.

As the suds washed away, you carefully lathered shampoo into his hair. Pride blossomed inside you when his gold eyes fluttered shut and he seemingly got lost in the moment.

“I gotta wash it out,” you warned a minute or so later.

He kept his eyes closed and hummed in response, letting you push him back under the stream.

Once it was all washed away, Hawks tilted his out away from the water and looked at you, blinking water droplets off his eyelashes. It was then that you realize how awfully tired he looked. Guilt over you like a heavy blanket. As if sensing that, Hawks leaned in and kissed at your temple, willing those feelings away.

You leaned into him and watched the water cascade over his wings. Droplets clung to the surface and glided between the plumes. The muscles on his back flexed faintly as the appendages shifted subtly, and you realized he was moving them beneath the water.

The selfish desire to touch them flashed through you: to carefully weave your hand through the long feathers on the end, to dig your fingers into the baby plumes near his back.

But, you knew better than to dare voice such a desire.

Hawks turned off the showerhead and carefully pushed you away. A few stray feathers floated in through the entryway and dropped a towel over you. Just as you began drying off, you caught the sight of him flexing his wings. He was trying to be subtle; but, inevitably, water droplets flung behind him in a manner far too dramatically for you to miss.

Against your will, you laughed a little. Hawks grabbed the towel and threw it over your head, briefly blinding you. You pulled it away, laughing, and was faced with the sight of him aggressively towel drying his hair. You followed suit, suddenly desperate to get some sleep. Even though you were hopeful, you didn’t want to assume-

“Stay?” he asked, more so a hopeful suggestion.

The look in his eyes whilst asking that question was one of many moments that made you question how he could be so cute, whilst being the same man who tied you up and fucked you into a screaming mess.

“Please,” you replied quietly.

After drying off, Hawks trotted to the closet adjoined to the bathroom. You heard him rummaging through a drawer and followed him in, the towel wrapped around your body. Hawks had carelessly discarded his, leaving you with a great view of his behind, which you of course admired until he turned around.

“I wanted to – uhm,” he mumbled, trailing off as he handed you an outfit.

As you took it, you realized it was a cross-back tank top and shorts, a deep red color. The silk material felt expensive and the stitching was almost invisible.

“-if you’re gonna spend the night after we – I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explained, sounded a little guilty.

“It feels really nice,” you answered.

“…is that okay?” he added on, even as you dropped the towel and started dressing.

You realized, as you pulled the material on, that it wasn’t really erotic at all. The shorts were flowy, but comfortable, clearly intended to be worn without underwear. The top covered your breasts well enough, with a feathery bottom hem. The material was cool against your skin, breathable, and comfortable enough to sleep without bunching.

Hawks stared at you anxiously, that look of guilt not quite leaving his face.

“Super comfy. Thank you,” you answered the unspoken question, smiling at him.

Hawks turned away hastily and hoisted a pair of boxers up his legs.

Before you could walk back to the bedroom, he was pulling you up into his arms, and laughed as you squealed in surprise. It became obvious why when he carefully set you down on the bed and went to clean up the lamp he had broken. He turned on the ceiling light while his feathers scooped up the broken pieces.

You were waiting for him atop the sheets. Teasingly, he pushed you onto your back as he climbed into bed. The ceiling light switched off, casting you in darkness. A glow seeped through the window, the city lights, giving you just enough to be able to make out the faint shape of him beside you.

“You know – if you don’t like it-”

“I didn’t say that,” you interrupted him softly, wiggling beneath the sheets. “Just, don’t go buying me expensive things all the time.”

Hawks huffed in response, disagreeing, and you had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be the end of that.

“Was…” you asked, trailing off as Hawks settled in. He sprawled out on his front, cheek smooshed into a pillow and wings spread out above the sheets.

“…was it good for you?”

Hawks blinked at you, looking a little surprised.

“I mean – worth the wait?” you added on, clearly feeling a little nervous.

“Yeah,” he answered, the word a heavy exhale. “-o’course.”

He reached through the small space between you and nudged your cheek with his knuckles.

“It’s gonna change things. I wasn’t ready for that,” he admitted quietly.

“Nothing has to change, Hawks,” you corrected him softly.

He pulled his hand back, looking a little disappointed at your words.

You were frowning at him, wondering what he could be worried about. His own self control? Maybe yours? That was understandable. New boundaries would have to be made. But, you weren’t exactly afraid of what those changes could be, and you had faith that you and Hawks would figure it out together.

You supposed that would be the end of it; but, then, Hawks was wiggling closer and carefully slid an arm over your waist. His other arm was dragging the pillow beneath his head. It smooshed up against yours, and you would have found that amusing if not for the serious look on his face.

“…I thought – when I heard about the train-” he uttered, words slightly muffled by the pillow.

“I’m okay,” you answered softly.

“I know,” he replied breathlessly.

The room was quiet outside of Hawks’ breathing and the gentle whirling of the ceiling fan.

“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered some time later, wondering if he was still awake.

He was awake, but said nothing. He wanted to bark out a cheery, ‘anytime!’, or crack a joke. However, in that moment, Hawks was struck silent, afraid of the first words that came to his mind. It was too familiar, and a promise he knew he couldn’t keep. It was just lucky that he was on the city, that he knew which train you would be taking. Even if he didn’t always make it obvious, he did pay attention to your schedule.

“I’ll always save you,” was what he wanted to say.

He didn’t.

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