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reidingandwriting · 25 days

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safe word > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.8k

Ship: Sub!Keigo/Hawks x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, boooo hero commission bad, spanking, reader gets a little mean (consensually), sub drop, keigo’s having a bad day & doesn’t cope well with it, mentions & use of sex toys

the door to keigo’s office closed with a firm click. never a proper slam, keigo scared of the repercussions of anyone catching his ‘improper attitude’ and being ‘ungrateful’ for the position he’s in.

you looked up from where you sat in his office chair, and you pushed your file aside as you took him in. “birdie?” keigo fought the urge to beeline to you, and with great restraint, walked over to you and put on one of his charming smiles.

“miss me?” you playfully rolled your eyes at him and stood up. keigo watched as you stretched, the hem of your blouse rising just enough for him to catch a sliver of skin, and he took a step closer to you. you opened your arms for him and squeaked as he lifted you onto his desk. before you could question him, he stepped into your space, draped his wings around you and let his head fall down, forehead resting on top of your head.

you reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging him closer and you rubbed his back soothingly. “rough day?” a hum was your answer and you frowned.

“need to get out of my head,” hawks whispered to you and you nodded. “tonight? please?”

“of course, birdie. whatever you need,” you promised.

keigo couldn’t have been happier to take that first step into your apartment. he was on you the second you shut the door, a lone feather going to lock the door and you gasped at the feeling of your back meeting the wall. his lips were on yours like a man starved, and soon, needy whines and whimpers started to fall from the hero’s lips.

“shhh, i’ve got you pretty boy,” you whispered against keigo’s lips as you parted, your breath fanning against his neck as you began to press open mouth kisses to the delicate skin. “what do you need from me today?”

“rough, need it so bad. wanna be punished, please ma’am,” the title caused you to hesitate briefly, but you shoved your concerns aside. if keigo, if your birdie needed something, you’d deliver.

“go up to bed then. want you stripped and kneeling by the door when i come up. have three items laid out for me, i’ll be up in a minute,” you said and keigo practically flew upstairs to your bedroom. you slid your shoes off, discarding your jacket on the couch as you gave keigo a minute to prep. gave him a little time to get antsy, needy for you. something felt a little off, keigo never outright asking you to be rough with him. you kept your reservations in mind, reminding yourself to look for signs, then walked upstairs to your room.

you opened the door, expecting to be greeted by the pretty sight of your… sub? partner? keigo kneeling by the door, but he was laid out in bed, hand lazily stroking his dick, cocky smile on his lips. beside him laid a vibrating plug, red silk ties, and a crop.

“oh, so we’re being a brat today? dangerous game for someone who’s asking me to be mean to you.” you walked over to keigo and within a second, grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. keigo’s eyes dilated slightly before he plastered on his calm composure again.

“guess you’ll have to punish me, hmm?” your eyes narrowed and you leaned down, your nose almost brushing his. keigo looked up at you through lidded eyes and you used your free hand to grab his hair, sharply tugging his hair back, a low moan leaving his lips.

“you have no idea what you’re getting into, babe.” moments later, keigo found himself on his hands and knees, ass up in the air. pillows were propped under his stomach, and keigo rolled his hips against the pillow, wanting more friction on his aching cock. keigo jerked forwards with a surprised yelp as your hand came in contact with his ass, the sharp slap leaving him stinging.

the mattress shifted as you settled yourself into position, and your hand rubbed over the pink spot on his left cheek. keigo yearned to press back into your touch, but he kept himself still. keigo barely processed the absence of your hand before another sharp spank was delivered to the right side.

“shit!”

“mmm, still can’t remember our rules? last i remember, i believe you had to count.”

“make me,” keigo cooed and the harsh slap to his balls had his eyes rolling back as he moaned.

“do me a favor, birdie. go send one of those pretty feathers to grab me that hairbrush on my nightstand.” keigo didn’t react and you dug your nails into his shoulder blades, narrowly missing his sensitive wing bases. “if i have to get up, it’s gonna be so much worse for you.” your voice lowered to a near growl, and he begrudgingly sent a feather to collect the brush. he dropped it carelessly beside you and your eyes narrowed.

“oops,”

“think we’re going to start with fifteen, see if your tune changes then. then i’m gonna put that new ring on you and fuck you absolutely fucking stupid and keep you from cumming until i feel like you deserve it. maybe a day, two?” keigo’s dick twitched in anticipation but he couldn’t get into the mindset he craved. he was thinking, couldn’t stop thinking, and he threw his head back as the first spank hit his sit spot. “brat still can’t count, huh? guess i’ll have to teach you how.” another sharp sting to his left cheek. “one,” you drawled, mockingly, as if you were teaching him.

keigo’s eyes began to well with tears as you swiftly delivered the next few spanks. why couldn’t he get into the scene like he wanted? he didn’t realize you had paused, that tears were sliding down his cheek until he heard you speak.

“yellow.”

“w-what?” keigo’s head snapped back to you and he watched as you repositioned to sit in front of him. “no, no, why’d you stop? i, i’m okay, i’m green.”

“i’m yellow. i’m not comfortable continuing our scene because i know you, baby. you’re too distracted to consent properly. you’ve never taken this long to enter subspace. you’re here, but you’re not here.” a choked sob left keigo’s lips and he doesn’t know who moved first, but he was immediately cradled against you and keigo broke down.

“failing, can’t do anything right. not a good hero, can’t even be good for you. don’t deserve you to be good to me,” keigo rambled through his cries and you stroked his wing with one hand, your other hand gently gripping his chin so he had to look at you.

“you are an amazing hero, keigo. no matter what your handler, the commission, what anyone says. i don’t lie to you, do i?” you asked and keigo shook his head. “then you know i’m not lying now. you’re so good, pretty bird. so good with me, so much better than the commission or anyone deserves.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, his nose, each cheek, then a long kiss to his lips.

“‘m sorry. for not telling you until it ruined our scene.”

“hey, shh. don’t worry about that. i care about you, yeah? love that we get to do this, that you trust me enough to let me be this person for you.” you brushed a few stray strands of keigo’s hair out of his face, smiling as he leaned into your touch. “now, how about we lay here for a little? clear your head and then, and only if i believe you’re ready and you’re up for it, we have a re-do. but we’re gonna do it a little different than this time.” keigo nodded as he melted into your arms. yeah, a break sounded good.

“eight, thank you!” keigo moaned as the crop landed on his ass, heart shaped marks red against his skin. you set the crop down and gently ran your hands over the warm skin, and a low whine escaped keigo’s throat.

“can you tell me why i spanked you, baby boy?” you kissed up keigo’s back and his wings fluffed up from the feeling of your lips and the nickname.

“i tried to punish myself for, for feeling bad instead of talking to you.” keigo said, cheek resting against the bed.

“good boy,” you all but purred and keigo whimpered as his dick throbbed. “don’t worry, pretty bird. gonna take such good care of you, just like you deserve.” you smiled when you noticed the dark blush on keigo’s face and you lightly patted the back of his thigh. “think you can get comfy on your back for me? wanna look at your pretty face while i make love to you.”

make love. make love, love, love, love. the word repeated in keigo’s mind and he couldn’t help the pleased chirp that left his lips. both yours and keigo’s eyes widened at the sound and keigo immediately ducked his face into his hands.

“oh, songbird. love that beautiful noise, can’t wait to draw more out of you.”

and fuck you did. keigo couldn’t control the flow of chirps that left his lips as you thrusted into him with the cherry red dildo, the harness rubbing against your heat and you moaned as you gripped keigo’s thighs, and you smirked when a particularly high whine left him.

“close,” keigo panted and you reached down to pump his cock, continuing your relentless hits to his prostate. “please, please, please can i cum? been so good for you, been your good boy, please let me cum“

“go on, songbird. be my good boy, cum for me.” one last sharp thrust sent keigo over the edge, vision going white, ramblings of curses and chirps leaving his lips as he came. your own movements began to falter as the familiar sounds of your finishing moans sounded throughout the room. keigo whimpered as you slowly pulled out and let out a happy sigh as you all but collapsed beside him. keigo barely reacted as you reached over, grabbing the wipes you kept in your nightstand during scenes. he hissed a little at the cool temperature on his stomach, thighs, and dick, but relaxed as you pulled him into you a moment later.

you whispered praises into his ear, and keigo nuzzled into your neck, pressing thankful kisses against it. you smiled when keigo met your eyes a minute later, golden eyes seeming warmer than usual.

“what’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you asked and keigo leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. you cupped his cheek and returned the kiss happily.

“love you,” keigo whispered against your lips and you felt your own urge to hide your face in his chest. instead?

“love you too, kei.” another kiss. more than you’ll ever know.

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creative-crybaby · 9 months

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Make Love to the Camera

PAIRING: sub!Takami Keigo (Hawks) x femdom!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: pegging, mommy kink, nipple play, anal fingering, praise kink, use of sex toys (strap-on), oral (on a sex toy), very brief feminization, light cock slapping (like, once), size kink, dacryphilia, consensual filming + photos

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: Take a photo, it'll last longer. And with how beautiful your boyfriend is, you can't help but follow that saying.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wrote this for @dabihawksluva's PegHawks2023 collab! Thank you for the opportunity to ruin him ❤️

He’s ethereal.

This isn’t unheard of, much less to him. Fans, interviewers—no one can deny his beauty. His charisma, which comes with his easygoing attitude, adds to his popularity, and it all manages to shine through even when he doesn’t need to speak.

If Takami Keigo isn’t fighting villains or saving civilians, he’s improving his image in other ways. Interacting with fans during his paroles, bumping up the charm during interviews—he even models on the side. The camera loves him.

Then again, so do you.

“Thanks for showing up,” he smiles, approaching you immediately at the start of his short break. “It means a lot.”

Your heart flutters as you see him physically relax, and you copy his expression. “Of course.” You hand him a water bottle, which Takami gladly accepts. “You look amazing out there.”

He stops drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as a soft pink dusts his cheeks. “You think so?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Like you don’t already know.”

“Still,” he sips a bit more before twisting the cap back on, “it’s different coming from you.”

The corners of your lips rise, and you lean in teasingly. “I call you handsome and pretty all the time.”

“And I fall for you every time.”

It’s your turn to feel the warmth radiating off your face, that grin forcing itself onto your lips.

You don’t get a chance to come up with a comeback as several people butt in to touch up his hair and makeup. Takami pays them no mind, used to the attention, though his soft gaze remains on you. It’s enough to ease your frustration; they’re just doing their jobs, you know this, but having them all so close to your hero when he finally gets a break is affecting your brain the way nails on a chalkboard affect one’s ears.

He notices because, of course, he does, and everyone stops what they’re doing with the raise of his hand and a charming smile. The Pro Hero steps toward you, leaning forward until only a few inches separate you.

“I’ll see you tonight?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but with golden pools softly gazing into yours, you find yourself nodding. Takami smiles reassuringly. “Until this is over, keep your eyes on me, okay?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just pecks your temple before heading back to the set. Your focus follows his frame, finding him throwing you a glance over his shoulder with a wink.

You don’t, can’t, look away for the rest of the shoot.

“I’m home.”

The words come out somewhat sluggish as you hear the window close seconds later. You save your page in the book before placing it on the nightstand, dismounting the bed to follow that familiar voice. Its owner meets you halfway, blocking the bedroom entrance with its lean frame and tired eyes.

“Hey, pretty bird,” you smile sympathetically. Like magic, your words make some of his exhaustion disappear. Takami fixes his posture as he greets you back just as quietly and lovingly. You pull him into an embrace, and he slumps once more. “Long day?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he chuckles against your skin.

You pull back to face him. “You were great during the shoot.”

Your hand cradles his cheek, making him croon as your thumb gently rubs his tanned skin. He shifts his head to kiss your palm. “Of course, you’d say that.”

“I mean it,” you pout. The Pro Hero chuckles again at your reaction, pulling you back into the hug and peppering kisses on whatever exposed skin his lips can find. You sigh at his gentle touch. “Want me to prepare a bath for you?”

“You saying I smell bad?” muses your lover. You groan, and he laughs, the rumbling from his chest vibrating against your body. The joyful sound eventually disappears, but you can feel his smile against your skin. “I’d rather just stick with you for now, thanks.”

You hum, your hands soothingly rubbing his back and making his wings puff ever so slightly. The subtle movement has the corners of your lips twitching upwards, though you remain silent for a few extra seconds.

“Anything in particular you wanna do?” you ask, pulling back a bit. The battle between you and the ever-growing smile ends with you losing, and your teasing expression is impossible to misread. “You’ve been working really hard lately. I think you deserve to be spoiled, even just a little bit.”

Your implications have a bright red spreading across the Pro Hero’s face, his wings twitching as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. You have to refrain from cooing at his bashful expression, feeling lucky and prideful that you’re the only one that can gain a reaction like that from him.

“You’re not even trying to be subtle,” Takami mumbles, brows creasing. You snicker when you notice the tips of his ears matching his face in colour, and he pouts. Your smile only grows while he remains silent for a few more seconds. “C’mon, you know what I want…”

You pull back, eyelids hooded. “I don’t think I do.”

“Don’t make me say it…”

“Say what?” More silence on his end, smugness on yours. You know what he wants–you want it just as much–and you’ll gladly give it to him. The fact that you can get him to squirm for a bit is a little treat for yourself. You cup his face with both hands. “Use your words, handsome.”

You’re cradling him in your hold, your boyfriend whining at your dragging. You can feel the heat radiating from his face, warming your hands as he forces his gaze onto yours.

The next couple of seconds happens in a flash. Takami grabs your wrists, pulling them away from his cheeks and towards him, slamming his lips against yours. You yelp into the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. Still, you comply with his sudden affection, tangling your fingers into his hair and gaining a soft moan from him.

Your lover breaks the kiss, breathless and even redder than before. “Touch me.”

It’s good enough for you, and you tug him back for more as you lead him to your bed, helping him remove his clothes while his feathers fly out of the way.

Takami’s unbuckling his belt by the time the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed. You pull away from the kiss, hastily throwing the remainder of his clothes away, as well as some of yours, before leading him onto the mattress. With him on his back and you hovering over him in your undergarments, both panting and warm and needy, you resume your makeout session, allowing each other’s hands to touch whatever parts of the other they can grab onto.

You remove your lips from his own to suck on his neck when you feel his cock poking your inner thigh. A quivering whine graces your ears, and the Pro Hero places his hands on your hips.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he says desperately. You stop your actions to look at him, and his eyes plead with you just as, if not more, than his words. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? For all I know, the Commission might want me back out there. Another second of this and I’ll lose it.”

You’re surprised more by his ability to remain coherent than his words. If his touch and gaze are anything to go by, he’s not lying.

Then again, you share those sentiments, and you offer him a sincere expression with a matching apology.

With a final peck to his forehead, you then trail open-mouthed kisses down his chest until you reach one of his nipples, plopping it into your mouth and letting your tongue dance around it. Takami gasps, and it’s more than enough encouragement to tweak at the other bud, matching your mouth’s pace.

“I can’t help myself,” you apologize again after momentarily detaching from your lover. “I promise I’ll start soon. I just want to get a few more noises out of you.”

Because yes, you share those sentiments, but along with them, you carry selfish ones.

You’re back to your ministrations, making him bite his lip and squirm under your touch.

“Please, just get the strap,” he begs, his voice wavering. “I said it, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you just touch me already. Just… please…”

The slight crack at the end convinces you, though you’d have loved to toy with him a bit more.

Pulling back, you wipe a stray tear from his cheekbone. Based on his rapid blinking, he didn’t seem to notice he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, slowly getting off him. “I’ll get to it. But in the meantime, I’d like you to keep up what I was doing.” you take his wrists, leading his hands to his chest before fully dismounting the bed. You look back at him with a soft expression almost unfitting for the current situation. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

The Pro Hero nods, and you reach for a box under the bed before placing it on your vanity (courtesy of your loving boyfriend). It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for in it: a crimson, nine-inch dildo with an equally bold harness, as well as some lube.

Taking what you need, you strip yourself of your underwear before strapping the toy on. You approach your lover, who complies with your command and rubs his nipples as he watches you with want. He stops touching himself as his gaze wanders south, the sheer length and girth making him gulp as if he hasn’t had it inside him before.

You chuckle at his reaction, sitting on the mattress. “Come lay your head on my lap, sweetheart.”

Takami perks up at the command, quick to crawl toward your frame and snuggle into the fat of your thighs. He sighs against your skin, practically disregarding the fake cock mere centimetres away from his face. You smile lovingly at him, raking your fingers through his golden locks. From the corner of your eye, you catch him shifting into a curled-up position, bringing his body closer to yours.

“This should work for prep,” he tells you from his spot, turning his head to peer up at you with almost childishly proud eyes. The hand in his hair glides down his neck to his shoulder blades to play with his wings, making him shudder.

“It should,” you agree, dragging your fingertips lightly against the sensitive base. Your boyfriend moans, his cock twitching against your hip. You hand him the bottle of lube, and even in his descent to wonderland, his brows furrow at the object. “And you’ll be taking care of it.”

His face drops as he pouts, an almost silent whimper escaping his throat as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “I thought you said you wanted to treat me?”

“Of course, I do,” you coo, refraining from giving in. “But you know I can’t help how pretty you are when you get needy.” The look he gives you tells you he isn’t convinced, so take your hand from his back to cup his chin. “I promise I won’t hold back once you’re all prepped up for me, okay?”

He stares at you for a bit. “Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

The sincerity in your tone and gaze seems to be enough for Takami as he takes the lube from your grip, removing the cap and oozing a generous amount of liquid onto his fingers. You keep your eyes on his hand, watching intently as it falls past his thighs and cock, a whine slipping through his lips. You can’t see him stretch himself open, though his reactions are more than enough to keep you satisfied. You almost feel selfish; even with this moment being all about him, you’re dragging things on for your own pleasure, not wanting to miss a second of your lover falling apart.

Your greed doesn’t stop there as you catch a glimpse of your phone on the nightstand.

“Mind if I record you?” you ask softly, caressing his cheekbone for good measure. “I just wanna look at you forever.”

The Pro Hero doesn’t stop his ministrations as he gives you the go-ahead, and you gently lift his head to reach for your phone. Giving your thanks, you help him shift positions to kneel before you, his fingers continuing to work their magic on his hole.

With the dildo’s base in one of your hands and the device in the other, you give him a look that tells him everything he needs to know.

Takami opens his mouth wide, allowing you to tap the fake dick’s head on his awaiting tongue before slowly sliding the silicone shaft down his throat. As soon as his lips wrap around the toy, you press record, aiming the camera at your boyfriend’s lewd display.

“Good boy,” you sigh, eyelids drooping as he sets a languid pace bobbing his head. His tongue dances along the underside of the red cock, you notice, and you’re more than sure you’d be a goner had it been your real dick.

Your boyfriend moans around the shaft, making direct eye contact with the lens on your phone as he takes more into his mouth, his gaze sultry yet pathetic. He knows what he’s doing—of course, he does. Though with his photoshoots being at most somewhat sensual, seeing him like this with no one else around makes pride swell in your chest and lust swirl in your lower belly.

Despite your shallow breaths, you’re surprised that your hold on your phone remains stable. Even when Takami’s lips reach the base and his gags to your ears, you don’t miss any of it while recording.

It isn’t until you notice his thighs tense that you end the video.

“I think you’re ready now,” you say, slowly slipping the dildo out of his mouth. The Pro Hero heaves, nodding at your words as tears cascade down his flushed face. You wipe them away, giving him a break as your gaze softens at his beautifully dishevelled appearance. “Just lay on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest. Okay, pretty?”

He quietly moans as he changes his position, opening his legs to allow you to nestle between them. The bottle of lube is back in your hold as you lather the liquid onto your already-wet strap-on. You barely put on a show, but it doesn’t stop your lover from exhaling shakily at the display.

Tossing the bottle elsewhere on the bed, you hit the record button once more before aiming your tip at his rimmed entrance. You shift the camera’s focus to Takami’s face, watching it contort from the invasion while a gasp slips past his swollen lips. With only an inch or two inside him, you wait for him to relax, shushing him while rubbing his thigh soothingly.

It’s only when his heaving subsides that you shift your focus to between the Pro Hero’s legs, his hole stretched open and his cock hard against his abdomen and leaking precum. A grin spreads across your face, and you sink the toy deeper inside him. His whimpers make you bite your lip, holding back your own sounds of pleasure.

Once you bottom out, you zoom in on where your fake dick disappears with your phone, glancing up at your boyfriend only to find him covering his face with his arm. It’s enough to ease the ache of your cheeks from smiling so widely, but you don’t frown, either. Instead, you gently slap his cock—not too hard to cause harm, though it certainly earns you a mix of a moan and a sob.

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” you chastise, lightly rubbing his shaft as an apology. Takami whimpers, hesitantly removing his arm from his face, still red and moist from sweat and tears. Your smile returns, and your hold on his dick leaves as his on his thighs appear. “I wanna see and hear all of you, okay?”

Your boyfriend nods with a gulp. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” you parrot all too sweetly, raising your brows knowingly at him.

A pause.

Takami mewls. “Yes, Mommy.”

You coo at his pathetic tone, reeling your hips before slamming back in. Your pace is rapid and immediately set; you’ve made him wait long enough.

Taken aback by your force, the Pro Hero tightens his hold on his thighs, digging his nails into his skin as he allows the wanton cries to escape his throat. Even with more tears glossing his vision, he manages to keep his eyes open. The blush on his face spreads to his neck as his body shines with a sheer layer of sweat. The sight alone is dizzying for you, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.

“You take me so well,” you huff with a smile, brows knitted together in concentration. You wonder if he can hear you over the wet pap pap pap of your hips colliding, the lube creating a thin ring at the base of your strap-on. “Practically a–ngh!–natural. If being a hero doesn’t work out, you could… you could make a living off of taking my cock.” Takami whines at the idea as you push at his inner thigh to further spread his legs. You focus on the mess you’ve made and how easily the toy disappears inside him, moaning at the lewd sight. “Would you like that, baby? Be Mommy’s little porn star?” More whimpers from the Number 2 Hero. “Your fans would sell their souls to see you shirtless. Imagine–hah–what they’d do to see you like this.”

He keens with a hiccup, and you grin widely, your body on autopilot as you zoom in on his face. Just as flushed as when you started, Takami’s cheeks shine with the remnants of his tears as they continue to fall, his eyes layered with a mist as they cross ever so slightly. If you look closely, you’re sure to find hearts in his pupils, his glossy and rosy lips twitching upwards as drool seeps down his chin.

You’re right: his fans would do anything just to catch a glimpse of him in this state.

And you get to experience it all for free.

The passing thought gives you more than enough adrenaline to go faster and harder, angling your hips slightly differently to hit the spot that makes him shriek almost girlishly. He’s so perfect; you want to cry. You want to keep fucking him silly, and you want to ride him until your legs lose all feeling. You want to destroy him, mind, body and soul, and you want to press your lips against his while cradling his face.

You want all of him.

“Mommy,” Takami gasps, his hips twitching. “‘M close, so fucking close…” He cuts himself off with a wanton mewl, taking a moment to collect himself despite your brutal attack on his prostate. “Can I—can I cum?”

Hearing someone of such high status, someone every citizen looks at with such high regard, ask for permission with a trembling voice, you feel more powerful than any villain. And with how your cunt clenches at the mere sight of him in his miserable glory, you’re sure you ought to be classified as one, too.

But for now, you’ll show mercy, albeit recorded for his humiliation. “Make a mess for me, baby bird.”

The next few seconds happen in slow motion as you watch Takami’s eyes roll to the back of his head while his jaw falls open. Splatters of creamy white decorate his abdomen and chest, with a couple of drops reaching his chin as he squeezes around the toy. You help him ride his orgasm while making sure to catch every moment on your phone, only ending the video once his body relaxes. Your gaze softens, and you snap a few extra photos. You could make one of them your home screen later.

You shush him as he regulates his breathing, leaning forward to place your phone on the nightstand before brushing some of his hair out of his sweaty face. Once he appears somewhat calmer, you move back to rest your hands on his hips to slide the strap out of him, your lover hissing as you do so. Every step of the way, you whisper sweet nothings to him.

“Such a good boy for me,” you coo after removing the harness. You then lay next to him, and Takami whines, making you smile, tilting his head to face you. Tear stains ghost his cheeks while wet lashes clump together, his plump lips glossy with the spit as his blush fades to a subtle pink hue. He’s beautiful; it’s not fair. “Wait here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

You make quick work of doing so. Wet cloth, water bottle, whatever you can get your hands on in a short amount of time. And after wiping away the evidence of your activities from the Pro Hero’s handsome face and sculpted build and getting him to drink up, you help him sit to pull him into your embrace.

Takami pouts, tugging at your bra strap. “Still got this on?”

With a roll of your eyes, you remove the last article of clothing from your warm body, and a wolfy grin spreads across his face. He’s back to hugging you, this time burying himself in your chest.

You sigh. “Was I too rough on you?”

Still pressed against you, the Pro Hero shakes his head no. He only slightly pulls back to peer up at you, his expression somewhat more serious.

“Was I a good model for you?” he asks. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, though there’s an antsiness to his gaze that awaits for your approval. With a soft laugh and a smile to match, you then kiss his head.

“The best.”

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Good Little Whore

Summary:

Hawks gets one weekend off a month and dammit he's going to use it.

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Notes:

Commission for AyumixRose!

Bracelets are based on the Hanky Code.

Beta'd By UndeniablyAres!

Chapter 2

'Ten minutes.' Hawks thinks as he side-eyes the clock on his desk for the fifth time in the last half hour. He shakes his head, trying to go back to focusing on paperwork.

He was not successful and barely a minute later is back to looking at the clock in longing.

In his defense, it had been a long ass month with this new Meta Liberation Army causing problems left and right and some guy named All For One harassing a bunch of high schoolers and one of them becoming his intern and patrols and everyday hero work and-

In short, he was glad Rumi found out about him overworking himself and raised hell at the commission until they granted him at least one weekend off each month. All For One would be the least of their concerns, because, under the threat of public scrutiny, he now had the third weekend of each month off to relax. This, unfortunately, led to the realization that he had nothing to do with that because he hadn't had a day off since he was like twelve.

After calming his very angry friend down once more, she began asking more questions and it came to light that yeah, he really didn't know how to relax at all. Any attempt to just got him stuck in his head which was equally disastrous because he could be out saving people , but he was sitting here wasting time and-

"Hawks, I swear to god." Rumi had groaned in exasperation. "Fine, how about getting laid? Nothing like a good fuck to take you away for a bit."

Hawks had flushed as red as his feathers and had to stop Rumi once more when she realized he hadn't even had time to do that.

"Are you telling me you've been going through mating season alone ?!" She had yelled at him.

"Let's not focus on the past." He had tried to laugh it off, only to wince when her eyes narrowed further. "So, what's the plan?"

Further bickering had decided the bar was too dangerous, as was a prostitute, and Hawks was out of ideas from there so Rumi had sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Okay…Okay, I have one more idea, but it's a bit out there. I know of this club…"

That had been how a few hours later, Hawks found himself walking into what appeared to be a lingerie shop with his best friend. He was told to pick some bracelets from a chart and led down some stairs into a BDSM club. He was then told to have fun and find her if anyone gave him trouble as she set her sights on a pretty little white-haired sub that was fidgeting in the corner. Hawks had wandered around lost for a bit before the apparent deer-in-headlights look caught the attention of a Dom-sub duo that offered to show him the ropes.

He had been spending his weekend off there since and tonight would be no different if it would just BE FIVE ALREADY!

At three 'til, he finally gave up making progress and started packing up, putting files where they belong, and clocking out the second the clock hits five.

"Bye, guys!" He calls as he flies out the door before anyone can try to stop him. He salutes when his sidekicks call out their farewells as well.

Within the hour, Hawks has gone home, showered, changed, and is landing a few blocks over from the club where he detaches his feathers to hide in his coat so he can walk over there undetected and not have to think for a bit.

"Hey, Kimi." Hawks grins as he walks in and holds up the token he got after his second visit. "Usual colors."

"Hello, Sir." The cashier smiles before frowning slightly. "I regret to inform you that Spinner and Tomura won't be here this weekend, but I can direct you to another Dom if you don't wish to look around?"

Hawks frowns but shrugs. "You know everyone who comes through, so if you wanna point one out, you know what my bracelets are."

"That I do." Kimi is back to smiling as she nods, reaching under the counter for the colors he usually chooses. "Would you like a 'looking' bracelet as well just in case?"

"Nah. I trust your judgment." He grins, waving off the offer as he slips the gray, light blue, navy, mustard, puce, and teddy bear on his right wrist, purple and maroon on his left, and finishes with a houndstooth necklace. "Your quirk is Match, right? I'm sure it'll be fine. Spinner already grilled me on scene set up, and you guys don't tolerate bullshit."

"That we don't." Kimi agrees seriously before emerald eyes glow with a gold backlight. "A Dom using the name Dabi lines up perfectly with a few extras that you'll need to talk through. Otherwise, there's a Switch going by Twice who's on the lighter end, a service Dom going by Compress who's down for anything, and a Kai but he's on the harder end of things and would require a lot more talking." He doesn't miss her grimace before she smiles again. "Those first three are your best bets though." She nods as the glow leaves.

"Sounds good." Hawks nods, heading to the door down. "Can I get a description?"

"Scars and staples for Dabi. A blue and gray puppy mask for Twice. White face mask for Compress and otherwise orange color scheme. Plague doctor mask for Kai." She calls, already going back to her paperwork. "Be safe!"

He calls his thanks as the door closes behind them and he's descending down the stairs and ducks into the changing rooms to drop off his street clothes and get his wings back in order. Even if he was here for someone to make a mess out of him, he still wanted to look nice so made sure his wings were straight and shiny before heading across the hall to the main play area in nothing but his bracelets and short shorts, scars on his chest on full display along with those from battles.

Once inside, it doesn't take him long to clock each of the people Kimi had mentioned and find Twice and Compress to already be involved in scenes so that left him with two. The two quickly turned to one when Kai took his mask off to take a drink and Hawks realized it was the yakuza boss they'd been surveilling for a while so in the spirit of maintaining the neutral grounds promised of the club, that only left Dabi.

He was a bit harder to find, looming in the shadows, but he was definitely easy to identify even with Kimi's two-word description.

Spiky black hair, piercings and staples galore, pretty pale skin connected to rough scar tissue. A black leather harness framed his pecs and sinfully tight black leather pants combined with complicated-looking platforms. Lean muscles that could definitely pack a punch if Hawks' training were to be believed.

'Might have to update my bracelets.' He thinks as he sees a fuschia bracelet on the Dom's left wrist.

Hawks decides to approach and his wings flutter behind him when near-glowing turquoise eyes bore into his very soul. He has to fight his bird instincts not to hide in his wings as he suddenly feels stripped bare.

That one. He absolutely wants that one.

"Uh." Hawks flushes, clearing his throat before trying to throw on a hero smile and try again. "Hey, Hot Stuff. Uh, Dabi, right? What's got you hiding in the shadows like this?"

The man doesn't answer at first and he straightens to reveal that he's three or four inches taller than Hawks as bright eyes study him before the Dom tsks. "Yeah, but I don't do heroes."

Hawks blinks, not expecting that one. Sure Tomura had had his reservations when Spinner brought him over, but from watching Rumi work, most people jumped at the chance to have a scene with a hero. He tries to smile through it though.

"Even one off the clock?" He tries.

Bright eyes narrow as he seems to think about something. "Normally, I'd say something about heroes never actually being on the clock, but from what I hear, you're never off it. I still don't deal with heroes. There's only one hero I want to bring to his knees and I don't want him to enjoy it."

That should probably be a red flag, but Hawks’ wings droop all the same as he sighs, looking back to the room to see Compress and Twice still occupied and grimacing. "Don't want Kimi kicking my ass for not respecting boundaries so Kai it is then, I guess."

He doesn't notice turquoise eyes widen because, by the time he turns to apologize for wasting Dabi's time, they're narrowed again in a different kind of annoyance.

"Do you not work the rest of the week?" Dabi asks before Hawks can talk.

Hawks frowns, tilting his head. "I'm back on Monday."

"Can't you try again tomorrow?"

"I usually use Saturday for recovery so I can do errands on Sunday?" Hawks explains in confusion.

Dabi seems to debate with himself before running a hand down his face in defeat. "I'll Dom you, birdie…just don't go with Kai. He is so much worse. They're trying to get him removed and banned for a reason."

Hawks’ eyes widen as he wonders why Kimi would even mention the guy then as he nods quickly. "Please then? I only get one weekend off a month and I don't want to mess it up by getting hurt."

A black eyebrow raises into bangs, but he just nods as though in understanding. "Fine. Let me grab a key. I don't like doing that stuff out here." He sighs as he pushes off the wall to start towards the counter before frowning. "That good with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Hawks nods, following, not knowing what else to do. "You were Kimi's top recommendation, so I'm sure you're fine."

"I try. I'm down for anything really, just won't do burn play or branding, CNC, or beat the shit out of you. Spanking is fine and some impact play, but yeah. Biting and shit are fine, though." Eyes glance down at Hawks' talons. "Claws too, just watch the staples if you can. How far do you wanna go?"

Hawks thinks for a moment before shrugging. "I have the implant so I'm fine if you are. My only big things are no full head coverings–blindfolds are fine as long as I can see some light– because it messes with the bird brain, and be careful with the feathers because they're directly connected to the brain and it can be A LOT. Otherwise, I use the stoplight system and will let you know…one, two, three snaps or one, two, three high-pitched chirps if I can't talk or go too far under." He clarifies, making the sound when prompted.

"Noted." Dabi nods before waving to the door. "I'll get the key, wait for me over there, birdie."

Hawks nods, scurrying over to the door and grinning easily when Dabi's not far behind at all. "So, where we going, Hot Stuff?"

"Dabi is fine." Dabi huffs, twirling the key around his finger as he holds the door open for Hawks. "Room three, pretty bird."

Hawks' wings puff a bit at the nickname as he gets the next door for Dabi. "Any plans, yet?"

Dabi glances down at the hero's gray bracelet then the wings before tilting his head as though calculating something. "Was thinking ropes?"

Hawks takes the infliction at the end for what it is and nods. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Cool." Dabi hums, unlocking their playroom for the night and flipping the sign as he opens the door. "You wanna go under?"

"Want out of my head, yeah."

"Hmm, have you tried edging?" Dabi checks as he heads to a trunk and starts digging through different ropes. "I've found edging a sub until they cry then making them cum to the same result works rather well." He glances over his shoulder to check with Hawks before his eyes flick to the wings again and he holds out a hand. "I need to touch one to make sure the ropes won't fuck them up too bad."

Hawks flushes down to his chest even as his pupils pin in interest as he walks over and holds out a wing. "I'm willing to give it a try."

Dabi mumbles something as he feels the wing before testing a different rope and humming in approval. "This one will work." He decides, taking out a few bundles of dark purple rope. "And I'm not going to be nice. Anything you've gotten up until now was for formality's sake." A smirk. "Consider it the hero special."

Hawks returns the smirk, leaning into Dabi's space a bit. "Do your worst."

Something sparks in already burning blue eyes and Hawks can tell this is going to be fun.

"Go over to the cushion and strip, pretty bird." Dabi orders, voice deeper and commanding obedience. "I'll tell you what to do once I grab everything else."

Hawks obeys without issue but quickly realizes that Dabi either has a lot of plans or wants Hawks to be squirming before they even get started, and, despite knowing this, it's working and soon his feathers are puffing to survey the room.

"No using these more than whatever naturally comes through." Dabi orders, suddenly between Hawks' wings behind him and drawing out a startled chirp. "Fuck! Forgot they turn into knives."

'How the fuck did he get back there without me noticing?!' Hawks thinks as Dabi grabs blonde hair to roughly jerk his hair back and growl in his ear.

"Not very nice, pretty bird." Dabi tsks disapprovingly before his voice drops in a way that that alone makes Hawks' knees weak. "On your knees, hero." The amount of venom in the title has his head spinning in a way it usually doesn't.

Oh, this could be dangerous.

That voice sounds like pure sin.

He's glad the room is padded with how fast he hits the floor.

"Good, birdie."

Yep, he's an absolute goner.

"Look at you." Dabi chuckles darkly, brushing his hands through blonde hair now as he walks around the wings to stand in front of Hawks. "Japan's Number Three on his knees so easily. It's a wonder you make any arrests when all it takes is a deep voice and a command to make you so weak." A rough grip on his chin forces gold to meet turquoise. "Adorable." It doesn't sound like a compliment.

It makes Hawks instantly wet and his ears burn in embarrassment as he tries to shake his head.

"Oh? You think you have the right to deny it?" Dabi hums. "After you about busted your knees to obey? Sure, I believe that."

Hawks opens his mouth to argue but whines when a thumb is slipped into his mouth to silence him and he starts sucking on it without thinking.

"Shit, birdie. I was just trying to keep you quiet, but you're just a perfect little slut, huh?" Dabi laughs in disbelief before drawing his hand back to smear Hawks' spit on his cheek on the way up to pull the other side of the blindfold down into place. "Good?" He checks since this was a mentioned gray zone.

Hawks looks up and down to make sure he can see some light before nodding. "We're good."

"Good." Dabi nods to himself despite Hawks not being able to see it. "Now be a good boy and I might let you cum quickly." The smirk is evident in his voice.

Hawks nods and his wings flutter when he feels the first loop of rope around his neck before Dabi starts working down.

The Dom is quiet as he works, only speaking to check in but otherwise staying focused on not actually hurting the hero, especially when he gets to the wings. He doesn't let Hawks sit alone with his thoughts either though, constantly finding new sensitive spots to caress and keep him in the present until the Dom has to work around the trembling of the hero's feathers.

A warm hand between his wings draws a desperate chirp from Hawks and another low chuckle from Dabi.

"Such a sensitive little bird, aren't you?" Dabi hums as he finishes securing the top harness so Hawks’ arms are stuck to the small of his back and his wings are restrained open just enough to be secured against his back on either side so he can be comfortably laid on his back. A surprised chirp when his lanky arms can lift and toss Hawks on the bed makes him smirk. "I wonder where else is sensitive?"

Hawks lands with a chirp, surprised to find the Dom had managed to do that without crushing his wings, and immediately tries to close his splayed legs in embarrassment only for them to be forced open by deceivingly broad shoulders and tied with rope to be folded and spread open so his glistening pussy and twitching clit are on full display of hungry turquoise eyes.

"I've barely even done anything and you're already practically dripping for me." Dabi laughs, running a finger over his folds teasingly. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you, pretty bird."

Hawks is flushed red down to his chest as he squirms in embarrassment before gasping when a finger suddenly slips inside and whimpering when it starts moving slowly as though teasing him. "Dabi~" He eventually whines when his body demands more. " Please !"

"Begging already, birdie?" Dabi scoffs, reaching up to pinch a nipple that he had been delighted to find had sensitivity when he brushed against it earlier.

He coos almost mockingly when Hawks whines at the feeling and futilely tries to squirm away only for Dabi to use the distraction to work another finger in and watch wings try to flutter in their bindings as Dabi starts searching for something in that pretty leaking pussy. When Hawks gasps and jerks, Dabi knows he's found what he's looking for and pays that spot more attention as he slips a third in and his thump moves up to play with the hero's clit.

Hawks whines, used to his usual service top who's just trying to turn him to putty, but this one seems to be determined to get him off as fast and efficiently as possible. He's quickly diminished to a chirping mess as he nears the edge, only to warble in anguish when Dabi seems to know just when to stop to rob him of his orgasm and he's stuck on that edge, unable to tip over.

"Dabiiii~!" He whines as he's ripped away from the edge with no release and overly sensitive nerves that try to react to even the slightest draft.

"I warned you~" Dabi smirks, tapping at Hawks' lips with his slick-coated fingers and making a surprised noise when the hero doesn't hesitate to open his mouth. "God, look how easily you've fallen. One denied orgasm and you're already willing to lick up your own slick." He chuckles darkly. "Such a good little whore aren't you?"

Hawks chirps around the fingers in his mouth, not expecting the effect it would have on him as his wings attempt to flutter.

"Oh?" Dabi hums in amusement as he pushes his fingers further to make Hawks gag a little before pulling back once more. "Do you maybe like being a whore?"

Hawks' face is flushed red as he tries to shake his head in embarrassment, but Dabi shoves his fingers deeper once more before he can argue and a moan rips itself past the intrusion.

"Don't even try lying to me, birdie. Your slutty body is giving you away all on its own." Dabi tsks, dragging his spit-slicked fingers back down the hero's chest to tease around his pussy. "Look at you. Fingered once and choking on your own slick already have you soaked like the little whore you are. Just admit it, birdie." A wicked smirk. "You want to be my good little whore, don't you?"

Hawks still tries to shake his head only to whine when Dabi seemingly tortures his clit.

"Dabi!"

"How disappointing." Dabi sighs, continuing to rub the hero's clit with his thumb as he sinks his fingers back in and smirks at the lewd sound. "Don't worry, birdie. I'll make an honest hero of you by the end of the night."

Hawks feels the flush spread to his chest, and opens his mouth to say something but just ends up moaning when Dabi starts torturing him again. "Fuck! Please!"

Dabi just smirks, pumping his fingers in and out as his thumb circles the blonde's clit and delights in how quickly he gets muscular thighs shaking once more. "All the training I'm sure the Commission put you through, and you're still a horrible liar. What would Japan think if they saw how eager you were to be someone's bitch? God, I'm going to have so much fun ruining this pretty little hole. Send you home leaking with my cum."

Hawks lets out an embarrassed trill, but knows denial is pointless when he feels how he clenches around the Dom.

"See, birdie. Not that hard to be honest." Dabi chuckles darkly as he continues.

Dabi deprives Hawks of two more orgasms like this and has the hero shaking by the time he starts feeding his cock into the blonde's tight heat. Based on the desperate little coos, he can tell his Jacob's Ladder is appreciated, but it's still not begging.

He had warned he wasn't going to be nice, and he wanted to see the mighty hero crying for his release.

"Come on, pretty bird." Dabi hums as he sits inside the hero, waiting for signs of impending orgasm to fade. "Sing for me won't you?"

Hawks chirps desperately, doing his best to squirm for any kind of friction, but the Dom's rope work has him right where the other wants him and he stands no chance. Any attempt to use any amount of hero strength would probably lead to him getting hurt, and the wicked smirk he can somehow sense on Dabi's face tells Hawks he's well aware. He wants to scream. He's been so close so many times, and if he doesn't cum soon, he thinks he might cry.

Hawks doesn't notice tears forming in his eyes until an apparently stitched tongue leans forward to lick one off his cheek.

"You're so close, pretty bird." A smoke-ruined voice rasps in his ear. "Put away that hero pride for a bit and I'll let you cum." He promises, starting to move now.

Hawks coos, trying to hide his face in a pillow, but when Dabi starts to slow again, he actually sobs now. "Please! Please, Dabi! I've been good! So good! A good little whore. Your whore. So please let me cum already! I can't take it anymore! Please!"

Dabi grins manically. "Good boy." He nearly purrs before placing a hand on bound calves for support and starting a rough pace that forces a loud moan from the blonde.

"Fuck! Yes! Dabi! Please! I'm so close! Dabi, please!" Hawks cries, feeling his pussy clench around the Dom's cock as he nears the edge.

Dabi groans, reaching down to tease the hero's clit before cursing when the blonde clamps down with a scream and cums. "Fuck, birdie!"

Hawks chirps needily, hiccupping as he's fucked through his orgasm before trying to squirm away when Dabi keeps going. "Dabi~"

"I told you I wasn't stopping, baby bird." Dabi pants, even if he's not far behind. "Shit, tight."

Hawks whimpers, nearly sobbing in relief when Dabi curses and finally fills him with cum. "Dab…"

Dabi hisses as he makes sure to fuck his cum deep into the hero as he works himself through his orgasm before pulling out with a sigh. "Fuck, birdie…shit, alright, I'm adding another rope."

Hawks whines as he tries to see around the blindfold, but is left mostly boneless as Dabi makes what he thinks is a cradle of some sort between his midthighs out of the last bundle of rope he brought over. Hawks tries to follow the Dom's movements, but it isn't until he feels what feels like a wand against his clit that he realizes it’s a harness.

"Dabi…"

"I told you I was going to make you keep cumming." Dabi hums innocently like he's not currently being a devil incarnate.

"Wai-AH!" Hawks screams when Dabi turns on the vibrator, stuck just right on his already sensitive clit, and a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation racks through his body continuously.

"Fuck!"

"That's the plan." Dabi promises with a smirk, getting comfortable to let himself recover after stuffing a vibe into the hero's leaking hole to make him whine.

Hawks just warbles brokenly, but without safe words, he's stuck at the Dom's mercy. "Please…" He quietly whimpers. His pleas are just met with a mean laugh and settings being turned up.

This is how Hawks finds himself being worked over the edge a second time by the machine’s brutal vibrations against his clit and g-spot. If it weren't for the toy stretching his pussy beautifully, he'd almost be worried about losing his prize, but a hand yanking his fuzzy head back promises a more long-term one.

"Open wide, birdie." Dabi near growls as a Prince Albert taps drool-covered lips. "Gonna fuck that pretty throat next."

Hawks coos, opening his mouth wide to accommodate as a familiar fog starts creeping into his mind, but he holds off to enjoy the weight as Dabi pushes in slowly.

"There you go, birdie. Opening up so well. My perfect whore. To think I'd have a top hero swallowing my dick one day. Fuck…" Dabi rambles, thrusting slowly until he can start picking up speed. "Fuck, birdie. Swallow it, alright?"

Hawks trills happily, swallowing around the head when he can, but otherwise letting Dabi use him.

It's not much longer before he falls mostly silent, whimpers and moans only interrupted by chirping when he cums.

He doesn't even realize he went under until he's coming back down to warm hands massaging feeling back into his sore limbs, and reassuring words.

"Welcome back, pretty bird?" Dabi smirks, as he runs a warmer-than-normal hand along a toned thigh. "How are you feeling, hero?"

Hawks chirps in answer before trying again. "Sore, but good. I'll probably cry if anything touches my clit for the next week though." He croaks. "Willing to break your no-hero rule again if I request you next month?"

"Hmm." Dabi hums, tilting his head in consideration even as a growing smirk pulls at his staples. "I think that can be arranged."

Hawks smiles, chirping happily when a warm hand starts preening his wings. "Cool." He yawns, exhausted in the best possible way. "Can't wait."

"Get some rest, birdie. I'll get water and be here when you wake."

Hawks shakes his head, pulling Dabi close. "Cuddles first. Other aftercare after."

Dabi raises a brow, but sighs, continuing to run warm fingers through ruffled wings. "As you wish, pretty bird. As you wish."

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kyunzin · 4 months

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update

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plaguechyld · 1 month

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Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...

It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.

"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.

The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.

Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.

"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.

Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.

"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.

No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡

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demovamp · 3 months

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mmm... thinking of a pretty boy having his throat used as a fleshlight... because he kept talking and needed to be quiet... now he's just whimpering the more your dick is pushed into his throat...

cum down his throat and make him swallow it all... slowly pulling out as your leaking cock slips against his puffy lips... tear streaks on his face as he starts panting for air...

giving him a small break, but putting your dick in his mouth again once he starts trying to talk...

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋

DAY 12: SOUNDING

With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout

A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL

Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.

But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.

No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.

But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.

So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.

Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.

“You're scared, aren't ya?”

He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”

As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.

Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.

“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”

Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.

He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”

He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”

You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”

“Dont–Dont know if I can.”

You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”

Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.

“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.

He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.

Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.

You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.

And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”

He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”

You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.

He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.

“What does it feel like, Birdie?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”

You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.

The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”

His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”

You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”

“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.

His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.

You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.

You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.

You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.

“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.

He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”

You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”

But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”

You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.

Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.

You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.

“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.

“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.

A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.

White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.

You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.

It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.

“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.

You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”

When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.

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❦ DO YOU?

cw: mature, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, sub!hawks

“do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

keigo froze.

your soft eyes didn’t waver, they steadily held his gaze, filled with an abundance of love, your fingers tangled themselves in his atop the clothed table. you were picture perfect in the classy restaurant, yet your lips uttered words of filth unbefitting of the setting.

“what?” keigo cough a bit, taken off guard.

you smiled warmly, tilting your head a bit in faux innocence.

“when i’m not there to pull your hair, or say you’re a good boy, do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

his eyes gently scanned the space, no one was looking their way and he couldn’t sense anyone listening in. his focus found yours again and he nodded.

“do your hands feel as good as mine?”

he shook his head.

you smiled warmly, thumb tracing a comforting pattern over his rough and overworked knuckles. keigo took a sip of his water, eyes breaking from yours in embarrassment.

“it never feels as good as you.” he mumbled into the drink.

“poor baby.” you cooed, and your foot travelled beneath the table cloth to his, playing with his ankle. he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you, instead relishing in the contact of your hand and foot to know that you were still there with him.

“what do you do?” you asked.

“i-uh-“ keigo cleared his throat, face turned away from you and cheeks tinging pink. “i do what you do.”

“oh?” your foot slipped higher up his leg. “do you edge yourself too?”

once again he nodded his head—softer, this time, though.

“and when do you let yourself cum?”

“don’t make me answer that.” keigo whined, his voice catching a bit as he tried to stay quiet.

he made the mistake of looking back at you; no longer with a warm smile on your gorgeous face, but a blank look of disappointment.

“i asked you a question, keigo, it’s rude not to answer.” to emphasis your point, you took away your hand and foot—depriving him of the warmth of your skin.

and his fingers chased yours in immediate response, but you were too quick and he didn’t want to cause a scene. instead he pouted.

“please?” he asked instead.

you sighed slightly, bringing your foot back to his and taking note of the tension his body released upon feeling you there again.

keigo swallowed. “i don’t let myself cum ‘til i beg.”

you smiled a bit. “just like i do.”

he nodded again. the fingers on his hand twitched slightly, silently asking for your hand again but you shook your head.

the look on keigo’s face almost made you break, the hurt and confused eyes of a wounded animal, but you held your resolve and stood up.

“c’mon, baby.” you said and held out your hand for him. “let’s go home and take care of you.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha imagines #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks scenarios #hawks smut #sub hawks #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #keigo x you #mha takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo smut

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star-spirit-mayhem · 11 months

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Keigo who had a sex doll before he met you and after you find it you make him fuck it in front of you to humiliate himself.

#This was in my drafts and i feel the need to share #Maybe ill come back to this but damn #keigo takami smut #keigo smut #hawks smut #hawks x reader smut #sub hawks #subby keigo takami #sub!hawks #sub keigo #sub! hawks #hawks x y/n smut #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x gender neutral reader

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reidingandwriting · 28 days

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latched on > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.3k

Ship: Sub!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Dom!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut (very loose term), mentions of abuse from the hero commission, mentions of call girls (if you squint), mention of violence (also if you squint), allusion to sub drop

A/N: Baby’s first attempt at writing some attempt at smut, I may try and do a full smut with sub!hawks later, I love my whimpering baby bird <3

how did he go from feeling so, so good to so, so stupid in the matter of minutes?

he was in bliss not even five minutes ago, whining out mixes of your name and high keens of mommy! as you worked him through another orgasm.

bottoming was new for keigo. he had never had anyone he trusted enough to tell about his desires, with the commissions grip on him. his list of ‘approved partners’ who were vetted by the commission and could (would) be… handled properly if they were to spill any details about the number two pro hero. keigo rarely ever called them, never satisfied from the basic hookups they provided, wanting so much more from his partner that he was terrified to vocalize. hero work was so demanding, he wanted to turn his mind off and just. let someone else make the decisions for him. but that required trust, and he never had that with anyone. and then he met you.

you were a PA at his agency, and as time passed, keigo found himself captivated by you. drawn to the way you treated him as if he was any other civilian. like yeah, you recognized him as a hero and what he did. you knew your work hours would be hectic due to his hours, yet you never complained. never seemed to mind really, always greeting him with a soft smile and some form of jab about him ‘messing up your beauty sleep’. which would turn into flirty banter, little jokes, and during late nights, sleepy giggles and conversations keigo would remember forever.

the shift happened when you were a plus one to a gala with him.

‘i’m not your boss right now, stop looking so tense,’ keigo teased as he rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. ‘just think of me as your smoking hot arm candy’ you laughed at his comment and rolled your eyes.

‘okay, pretty bird’ you cooed to the hero and you bit back a grin at the way his wings puffed up from the nickname. your hand met his cheek, and you turned his head to face you. golden eyes seemed to be darker, pupils dilated as he focused on the sparkling necklace you wore. ‘if only my arm candy would pay attention to me’ you pouted and keigo’s gaze met yours.

‘how could i look away?’

from there, there had been an obvious shift in your relationship with the hero. casual touches turned into lingering, intentional touches. behind the safety of his office doors, “hawks” was occasionally replaced by ‘pretty boy/bird’ and keigo had to keep from whining every time the teasing nickname left your upturned lips.

he wasn’t sure exactly what shifted that got keigo in this situation. but he found himself pinned under you, writhing under your touch. gentle touches, firm grabs. feather light touches that left him begging for more, hard grips that had him squirming and thrashing, threats of tying him down only exciting him more.

he was beautiful, you kept telling him. which he heard from fans every day, he knew he was attractive. but hearing it from you? a whole other feeling. whimpering each time ‘look so pretty, birdie’ or ‘my beautiful boy, gonna cry for me?’ and ‘my good boy, so good for me’ slipped from your lips. his breaking point? your fingers gently lifting his chin up so his teary gaze met yours, peppering his face with kisses and whispering in his ear ‘wanna see you cum, songbird. deserve it, pretty boy, i’ll take care of you. just let go’

and god did he let go. strings of white spurted from his cock, over your hands, over his stomach, but keigo was too spent to care. he was truly fucked Stupid, basking from your coos as you talked him down, your hands petting him as he calmed down. suddenly, there was a shift in the mattress and keigo couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your arm, panic filling his body as he begged you not to leave him, he’ll be good, please stay, please let him stay, and he felt his grip on you tighten. and there’s where he made his biggest mistake. he couldn’t let go.

“it’s okay, birdie. i’ll be right back, just gonna get something to clean you up.” you soothed and you frowned lightly as his grip didn’t relent. “hawks?”

keigo flinched from the use of his hero name, missing the nicknames that you called him just a minute ago. “i-i’m sorry. ‘m so sorry, i can’t-“ keigo started to hyperventilate and you were on him in a second, by his side and pulling him closer to you. keigo curled into your body, face buried in the crook of your neck, and tears burned in his eyes. moments of silence passed until it dawned on you.

“you can’t let go, can you, bub?” you asked and keigo shook his head.

“it, it will stop in a little bit. i just… i thought you were leaving me and. i panicked, i lost control. ‘m so sorry,” keigo whispered and you carded your fingers through his messy hair, smiling as you felt the tension start to leave his body.

“not going anywhere, promise. just wanted to get you a washcloth so we could clean you up a little bit. but i can wait. however long you need, love.” you pressed a kiss to keigo’s head, humming as you slowly rocked him. you figured this could happen, but you thought it was such a small chance, you didn’t really prepare for it. but it was hawks. your hawks, your birdie. you could adapt. you’d take care of him.

a while later, keigo’s grip started to release, and as soon as he was able, keigo pulled his hand away. you tutted at him and took his hand in yours, and you started to massage the hand that had been gripping your arm. keigo found himself staring at the spot he had grasped you, hurt you he’s sure, and you called his name.

“are you okay now?” keigo blinked at the question. “feel up for a shower to clean up?”

“you.. you’re worried about me still? i hurt you.”

“and i just spent god knows how long overstimulating you. probably a little painful, even if it felt good.” you tilted keigo’s head up and pressed a lingering kiss to his plush lips. “i told you, hawks. i care about you, i’m here to take care of you. as long as you’ll let me.” it was your turn to blush, your cheeks burning but you kept keigo’s gaze.

“keigo.” he found himself whispering. “name’s keigo.” you mouthed his name, whispered it to yourself and the prettiest shade of pink covered keigo’s cheeks. “if it’s not gonna be any of your little nicknames, i.. i’d prefer keigo outside of work.”

“well, keigo,” you smiled as you pulled his hand to your lips, kissing over every knuckle. “why don’t we get you cleaned up? then we can come back to bed, order some takeout for dinner? i can make breakfast for us in the morning,” you offered and keigo felt his heart flip in his chest at your offer.

“that sounds perfect.”

an hour later, you were cuddled in bed, keigo on his stomach, head on your stomach as his wing draped over you. his breath hit your stomach, soft puffs leaving his lips as he slept peacefully. you combed through his damp hair, occasionally running your hand down between his shoulder blades just to see his wings flutter and his breathing shake a little. a small smile graced his lips as he slept and you let your eyes close, a matching smile on your lips as you dozed off into the best sleep of your life. you could get used to this…

#mha #bnha #mha fic #bnha fic #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami #sub!hawks #bottom!hawks #hawks smut #smut #mha smut #bnha smut #baby’s first smut fic #smut is a very loose term in this fic #i wrote this in like an hour

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kissatoru · 6 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍!

🪦 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ⭑ to celebrate spooky season and reaching 400+ followers (oh my god?! thank you so much?!), i’ve decided to do a mini halloween smut event !! since i’m starting quite late in the month, the event may be moved further into november if i need more time.

💀 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ⭑ all fics will be sub!character x dom!reader with a spoooky~ halloween twist! the reader’s anatomy and position (top/bottom) will vary depending on the fic. more content info will be added once the fic has been posted. the tag for this event is #( ★ ) hornyween ‘23.

please remember to read the warnings and, as always, do not interact if you are under 18 !!

🕸️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⭑ the form for the taglist is here. if you have trouble accessing the link, feel free to dm me or reply to this post with which fic(s) you’d like to be tagged for.

please note that you must be 18+ and have your age or an indicator of it somewhere on your blog or you will be blocked!

☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ☆

🩸 OUR LITTLE SECRET ; levi ackerman [ ✓ ]

content. sub!vampire!levi, dom!gn!reader, implied virgin/touch-starved!levi, ooc levi at some points cause of vampire hormones, plot before porn, blood/blood-drinking kink, oral fixation, dry humping, handjob, inappropriate use of cravats, petnames (dearest, darling)

synopsis. in 19th century society, everyone has secrets they want to keep from seeing the light of day — so what will happen when you unveil levi’s?

🦴 BAD DOG ; toji fushiguro [ nov. ??? ]

content. bratty sub!bottom!werewolf!toji, mean dom!top!gn!reader, size difference, degradation kink + more ...

synopsis. stories and fables always warn of the big bad wolf, but personally, you think he makes quite a cute pet.

🫀 INSATIABLE ; keigo takami [ nov. ??? ]

content. sub!incubus/succubus!keigo, dom!gn!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation + more ...

synopsis. lust demons are known for their hunger, but when one visits you in the night, your appetite turns out to be larger than his.

🪞 PRETTY GIRL ; mitsuri kanroji [ nov. ??? ]

content. sub!mitsuri, soft dom!ghost!gn!reader, modern au, mirror sex, praise kink, cunnilingus + more ...

synopsis. strange paranormal encounters have mitsuri considering moving out — until an encounter unlike the others persuades her to stay.

#divider by benkeibear #divider by cafekitsune #kinktober #dom reader #sub character #sub levi #sub toji #sub hawks #sub mitsuri #sub aot #sub jjk #sub mha #sub bnha #sub kny #( ★ ) hornyween ‘23.

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vampyrsutton · 9 months

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Good Little Whore Chapter 2

Summary:

Hawks takes an extra day off to make sure he gets to Dabi in time, only for the Commission to completely tank his mood and leave him feeling bratty. Entering the club to find Dabi busy on top of it, Hawks decides to fuck around, and oh hey, if it isn't the consequences of his own actions.

Ao3 Tags:

BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sub Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Use Of The Hanky Code, Kink Negotiation, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko is a Good Friend, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing (My Hero Academia), Dirty Talk, Degradation, AFAB Terminology, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Overhaul Being An Asshole, Mentioned Body Horror

Notes:

Commission for AyumixRose!

Bracelets are based on the Hanky Code.

Beta'd By SqueezeBabe!

Chapter 1

“So?” Hawks asks after giving Rumi a long-winded explanation on why he wants an extra day off of work that just so happens to be the day that starts his monthly weekend off.

{Mr. Workaholic is finally begging me to cover a shift after the what, like, 30 that I owe him? And thinks I won’t say yes?} Rumi snorts through the phone. {Damn, if I knew a good dicking is all it would take, I would have told the prickly asshole to grow the fuck up and introduced you to Dabi myself. Yeah, I’ve got you.}

Hawks sighs, not knowing why he even tried to bullshit her, but is thankful all the same. “Thanks, Rumi. Someone got to him first last time, and Spinner and Shiggy are great, buuuut…”

{Not quite as compatible as tall, dark, and stapled?} She finishes in understanding.

“Yeah, it's just not the same.” Hawks half-laughs as he catches a draft higher. “I get one weekend off a month, I want the most out of it, ya know?”

{Yeah, I getcha.} Rumi hums before there’s a beep and she curses. {Shit, well, duty calls. Have fun.}

“You, too…with the fight!” Hawks scrambles to clarify before the line goes dead to her laughing at him. “Yep, I’m gonna get teased about that later.”

Hawks wastes no time in emailing his secretary to cancel any meetings for that day before he gets his own alert to probably head to the same fight and sighs.

Duty calls indeed.

…

Duty needs to stop calling.

By the time Friday rolls around, Hawks is beyond exhausted, and, despite telling his handlers three different times that he would not be coming in before finally siccing Rumi on them, they were still trying to guilt him into coming in.

To say his feathers are ruffled by the time he arrives at the club is an understatement, but whether from anger or guilt, he has yet to figure it out.

“Hey, Kimi.” Hawks mumbles as he pushes through the door, taking off his baseball cap as he goes. “You know if Dabi’s in?”

Kimi frowns at his state but nods. “Hello, Sir. He got in about an hour ago with the others…I am sorry to overstep, but are you okay, Sir?”

Hawks smiles at her slightly, giving his own little nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just had a long week…day really. Thank you and sorry to be short, but can I just get my usual colors? …and try a fuchsia bracelet this time?”

Kimi offers a reassuring smile as she goes about getting those. “Promise me you will ask for some extra aftercare?”

His smile becomes a bit more genuine at that. “I will…that sounds nice.”

“I’m sure it will feel nice too.” Kimi hums, making a small noise of annoyance before sighing. “Ah, there it is. Compress must have been messing with me again. Here are your bracelets and necklace, Sir. Have fun and stay safe.” She smiles once more. “He’ll be free in about twenty minutes. Someone called ahead.”

“We both know he’ll allow nothing less.” Hawks laughs, feeling a little better knowing he’s going to be taken care of as he slips his bracelets and necklace on and puts the new fuchsia one on his right wrist. “See ya later.”

“See you later, Sir.” She smiles, bowing slightly as he disappears through the door leading downstairs.

He’s a little bummed that Dabi’s busy, having taken the day off specifically to avoid this, but it’s just twenty minutes so he should be able to manage. As usual, he ducks into the locker room to put away his street clothes and change into his shorts before getting his wings into some semblance of order despite the abuse they’re probably about to endure.

He’s just getting ready to shut his locker when his phone starts playing The Imperial March from some American movie that Rumi insisted on setting for the Commission’s ringtone. He finds it grimly fitting right now as he fights his training long enough to let it go to voicemail and reads the text that quickly appears in the drop-down menu.

[It’s not very professional to abandon your duties to a lesser hero. There could be people dying and you’re selfishly wasting time on a day off. We thought we trained you better than this.]

Hawks has never been more relieved for Dabi’s no phones rule as he forces himself to toss the device back into his locker and slam it before stomping out into the playroom. He knows he’s not supposed to go into a scene angry, but he hopes Dabi will fix it for him.

By the time he gets across the hall to the main playroom, he thinks he’s done a pretty good job at schooling his expression into one of the excitement that the annoyance was trying to smother and even manages to make the excitement resurface when Dabi gives him one of his knowing smirks from across the way. He’s already working on bringing his current sub back down from their high.

“ Let me handle aftercare, and I’ll be right over. ” Dabi mouths to which Hawks nods, deciding to lean against the wall to watch for the time being.

Hawks can’t really see the sub from here, more interested in Dabi, but whoever she is, she’s very pretty from what little he can see. As soon as Hawks is situated, she has Dabi’s full attention once more, and Hawks watches how Dabi holds, caresses, and gently talks her back to herself and how she practically melts into his touch. Hawks knows firsthand how heavenly those warm hands feel on scene-worn muscles and based on the knots he’s undoing, they have to feel like a blessing.

He knows this is part of Dabi’s job, being soft with and caring for the subs that pay the club fee, himself included, but it has to be the territorial bird part of his brain that makes him feel so bitter watching him interact with her…or maybe it's the feather that must have gotten stuck in his bag and can feel his phone vibrate with texts.

Yeah, he’ll go with that one.

Whatever the case, he takes the opportunity to duck back out and over to the locker room to scowl at the offending device and retrieve his feather.

This is, of course, a mistake because his phone reacts to the movement and he gets a look at the message.

[Such a disgraceful hero.]

He fucking knows, okay!

He finally turns off the device altogether with an offended chitter before going back across the hall with the intention of being distracted from the little voice in his head telling him the Commission is right.

The sight of Dabi still with the other sub doesn’t help.

“Hey, Hawks!” Twice is the first to get his attention when he re-enters the playroom, the masked man seemingly oblivious to the strained quality of Hawks’ smile. “Wanna play with me a bit? Help me get into puppy space again? Dabi ditched you, huh? Sorry! Sucks to suck! ”

Hawks manages to contain his flinch to his feathers, knowing Twice doesn’t mean it. “Bad night?”

Twice deflates a little but still looks grateful to Hawks for understanding. “You can see why I need it, man. I’m going nuts! ”

Hawks feels bad, he does, but they established last month that Hawks isn’t very good at soothing praise and the discipline Twice needs to get into puppy space, and the last thing the hero needs tonight is another reason to feel like a failure. It’s half the reason he took the bracelet for spanking. He kinda wanted big warm hands and a mean mouth to tell him all the reasons he fucked up until he was crying and raw before the same warm hands and much softer mouth put him back together.

“Sorry, bud. I can’t handle not getting it again tonight, and I need something a little harder, ya know?” Hawks apologizes, internally sighing in relief when Twice just waves him off that it’s fine.

“Yeah, no big deal, dude. Chicken! Compress should be ready in five if you wanna just chat for a few. He’s being a drama king! ” That second interjection didn’t entirely sound like the other voice this time.

“Nah, man, it’s cool. I-” A flash of white caught his eye and he followed the white tie until he found Kai’s eyes boring into his and had to suppress a gulp. Dude was fucking creepy…a short scene couldn’t hurt though, right? “I was actually going to see if Kai was free.”

He didn’t miss how Twice stiffened or how Magne went quiet at the counter behind him, but he chose to ignore it in favor of smiling cluelessly. Had both Kimi and Dabi warned him against Kai? Yes. Was he desperate enough that this arrangement would already be missing the sane in safe, sane, consensual? Maybe.

As though the man had been listening, he seemingly materialized next to them to crinkle his eyes in what was probably supposed to be the equivalent of a disarming smile with a black face mask covering his mouth, but Hawks had a feeling this was the first smile ever to not reach the person’s mouth.

“As a matter of fact, I am, Hawks,” Kai speaks smoothly and it's such a shame he has such a nice voice. “I heard you were interested?”

Multiple instincts were screeching that he was an idiot, but Hawks just smiles. “Just a short little scene, yeah.”

Calculating yellow eyes look him over, taking in his bracelets for a moment before nodding. “Not my agreed upon clientele, but they did say if I was asked for… so I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Hawks catches the movement of Twice creeping behind Kai to shake his head furiously in warning, but how much damage could the possible villain really cause in ten minutes? Hawks would just need to make sure he wasn’t available for that takedown.

Yeah, it’d be fine.

“What,” Dabi growls as he crowds Hawks against a wall in the back corner of the playroom where there aren’t too many wondering eyes, “the fuck were you thinking, bird brain? We all warned you about Kai. Why the fuck would you go with him?”

Hawks flinches, still a little raw from the disaster Dabi just pulled him out of, and lets out a sigh of relief when the Dom immediately relaxes his body language. Even if he still gives the hero no opening for escape, it helps with the still frayed nerves. “Everyone else was busy…”

“Kimi told you I would be ready in twenty minutes and Compress even sooner.” Dabi scoffs, glaring at someone who happens to lock eyes with the furious flame user. They’re fairly sure that’s one of Fatgum’s sidekicks so he should have more manners than to stare anyway. “Are you that much of a self-sacrificing dumbass that you let Mr. Literal Human Furniture anywhere near you? Only the most extreme subs and those avoiding therapy willingly go to him. So again, what the fuck?”

‘He didn’t have to hit the nail on the head that hard.’ Hawks thinks, meaning for his eye roll to be internal and feeling his feathers puff up when Dabi tsks. He decides to double down on his dumb decision.

“I had a long week, okay? How do you know I don’t fall into the first one?” Hawks huffs, crossing his arms petulantly and earning an eyebrow raise, and turquoise eyes immediately drift to said arms as though they hold the answer to Hawks’ question.

Unfortunately, they do.

“I’m talking the ones who have their right arm filled with every bracelet they can.” Dabi huffs, crossing his arms and tilting his head at the comparatively empty arm in question. “Not the ones who like rough sex and some biting. I mean the one’s who purposefully plan their whole month around needing the weekend into possibly Monday or Tuesday sometimes off because they let some psychopath disguised as a sadist beat the shit out of them for the full three days straight and they’re too beaten, bruised, and/or fucked to move from a guest room and one of us have to handle aftercare to make sure they don’t drop. Not someone who has to plan their month around their bosses breaking labor laws though we are in Japan, but not as much as you on that one. The literal human furniture wasn’t a joke. His quirk can do some freaky shit and we’ve seen him do it before. ”

Dabi’s glare hardens further as he huffs another breath.“The most infuriating part is that we’re 90% sure his quirk would let him manipulate their bodies to leave pain free but he’s gotten what he wants by then and doesn’t care. The glaring turquoise returns to looking at gold eyes that are barely hiding their fear behind their defiance. “Is that what you wanted, Birdie?” His eyes soften when Hawks flinches. “Don’t you get enough of that at work, baby bird?”

Hawks wings droop, but he’s still not ready to admit he’s wrong. “You don’t own me, Dabi.”

Instead of the glare returning as he expected, Dabi smirks and kabedons the hero to get more in his space. “Oh, but don’t I, birdie?”

He says it with so much confidence that it makes Hawks hesitate. “...N-no?”

“Are you sure about that, pretty bird?” He hums in a way he by now knows makes wings puff up for him to ghost his free hand over so they’ll flutter from the enticing heat.

“Y-yes?” Right?

“Oh? Do you not know what they send in the club’s chat when someone sees you come in?” Dabi taunts, knowing the mention of secret information will pique the hero’s interest further. The curious head tilt is all the prompting he needs. “They say ‘ Your birdie is here, Dabi’, and let me know what room we’ll be in. If I’m already booked, they figure out who approaches you first. Kai should have never had a chance to approach you tonight or any night for that matter. Not only do we not trust him with you, but you’re considered mine , baby bird. We’re allowed preferences just as much as you are.”

Hawks is flushed almost as red as his wings at the growl in the Dom’s voice as he’s so resolutely claimed, but he also doesn’t want someone to be in trouble for the wrong reasons. “Twice approached first actually…”

A black eyebrow creeps into equally black bangs. “Then how did you end up with that asshole?”

Hawks toes at the ground, sure he’s about to be scolded. “I-um-might have called in an I.O.U. to Rumi for today to get here in time, but the Commission doesn’t like her for a lot of reasons-”

“They can’t control her.” Dabi supplies.

“I don’t think anyone can.” Hawks agrees before snorting. “Thank something she’s a hero, I guess.”

“A decent enough one, I guess.” Dabi shrugs before the scowl works on returning. “What does that have to do with you trying to get maimed?”

Hawks’ wings droop again. “The Commission wasn’t happy with me for taking even a few hours more of my allowed personal day so I’ve been declared various forms of a disgrace of a hero including a straight-up disgrace… the last one was right before I re-entered the room when Twice approached me. I couldn’t do soft when I came in and I especially couldn’t after that so…”

“So, you were spirally and decided to take a dive off the deep end.” Dabi finishes, sighing when Hawks nods. “They’re so lucky Kurogiri found me when escaping with Shigs. I wonder how many timelines exist where I burn that damn Commission to the ground.” He mumbles, smirking at Hawks’ horrified chirp as the Dom returns to learning over the hero with his platforms. “Look me in the eye, birdie, and tell me they don’t deserve it. Tell me, how many of you are there?”

It only takes a few seconds for Hawks to break eye contact with a pout. “Why do you think I have an intern?”

Dabi blinks before his eyes turn cold and Hawks yelps at how quickly their corner heats up. “He’s 15.”

“He’s strong.” Hawks shrugs like that doesn’t make it worse.

“Can you cover up an arson?” Dabi decides, glancing around to make sure no one can hear them.

“Dabi, no.”

“Dabi, yes.”

“Your fire is bright fucking blue!” Hawks hisses.

“It wasn’t the last time they recorded it.” Dabi grins manically, making Hawks groan in a mixture of annoyance and arousal.

“I hate how much hotter you get like this. Literally and objectively.” Hawks grumbles. “Why do I keep talking hero shit with you.”

“Because you like crazy,” Dabi smirks, pulling Hawks close with hands just a little too warm to be comfortable. “Come on, pretty bird. Just a few heads.”

“No.” Hawks huffs, pouting as he uses the Dom’s chest harness like a lead to pull him closer. “How about taking it out on me? I did ignore your warnings after all. Don’t I deserve it?”

The smirk just quirks wider. “Wait until Kimi hears what you did, you’ll be begging me for something soft, but sure.” He sighs before his expression turns hungry again to make heat shoot straight to Hawks’ groin. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good boy, birdie, or be a little bitch again?”

Hawks smirks, still having a little fight in him. “What do you think, Hot Stuff.”

Dabi rolls his eyes at the ridiculous nickname and lets his hand curl around the back of Hawks’ neck to guide him out of the corner and towards a very relieved-looking Magne at the counter. “Room key, please. Someone made sure to earn a punishment.”

“Seriously?” Magne scoffs as she retrieves a key from the ‘Clean’ pegs and scribbles in a book. “Gave us all a heart attack just to be a brat?”

“It would seem so.” Dabi sighs, tightening his grip just slightly to warn Hawks to be quiet when he goes to defend himself. “Don’t even try denying it.”

Hawks pouts, considering his next move as Magne snorts.

“Well, whatever you have planned…" Magne starts, smirking when she sees the fuschia bracelet Hawks added tonight. "Add another swat for scaring the shit outta me, won't you dear?"

“The needy little thing he is, I doubt he’ll complain,” Dabi smirks back, snickering at how Hawks flushes red down to his chest. “Seriously, practically screamed you like pain inviting Kai to hurt you, but someone calls you out-”

“Shut up.” Hawks pouts before his eyes widen and he whips his head towards his unimpressed Dom and Magne grinning. “I mean-”

“Save it,” Dabi warns blankly, thanking Magne for the key before leading Hawks and his fluttering wings toward the door and thus the private rooms. “I’ll make you regret it, don’t worry.”

Hawks gulps even with his tiny club shorts doing nothing to hide his arousal as he thinks of Dabi smacking his ass red. He had just been curious before but apparently, this was definitely a thing for him as he remembers what else those hands are capable of.

"What if you don't?" He decides to poke, wings puffing at the warning look he gets even as he falls into his hero persona. "What if I'm still pushing your buttons or decide to give Mask another shot?"

Hawks has to wonder if whatever caused that scarring is what lets Dabi make that growling noise as the Dom pushes him into the Private room.

"I'm more than capable of making sure you can't sit right, birdbrain. Don't test me."

Hawks decides to test him.

"Kai could guaran-"

Hawks is cut off with a yelp as he's wrestled down to be draped over Dabi's lap with his ass on display for the Dom's hand to rest on in warning.

"Kai also had to be threatened to obey safewords. Only reason we were able to get you away from him so fast." Dabi hums, smirking at the blush spreading down the hero's back and neck. "Now…How many do you think you’ve earned…?"

“None?” Hawks tries, slightly nervous despite his excitement, and yelps when it earns him a sharp swat. It makes him jerk in the Dom’s lap, and he’s mortified to find himself turned on by the sting in his ass. “Dabi~!” He whines in embarrassment.

“Consider that one Magne’s for worrying her.” Dabi huffs as he rubs out the area. “Now no lying. I was going to let you decide since your misplaced guilt started this whole mess, but fine. If you want to keep mouthing off, fifteen sounds good, don’t you think?”

“But didn’t I have no reason to feel guilty?” Hawks tries, knowing Dabi will get closer to what he feels he deserves the more he questions him.

“For the Commission bullshit? Not even a little.” Dabi agrees, squeezing the hero’s ass lightly to watch him squirm. “For worrying us by going with the psycho? Fifteen is being nice. If he hadn’t already scared the shit out of you and my wrist wasn’t held together by staples and spite, twenty sounded more appropriate, but I’m cutting you some slack.”

Hawks pouts but otherwise droops in acceptance. “Should I move my wings?”

“I’d prefer not to get stabbed, yeah.” Dabi agrees, leaning back so they can fly over to the holding box on the nightstand and he can reach over to close it.

This was basically Hawks’ room at this point and they had all learned their lesson about letting the feathers free roam after an incident a few months ago that almost cost Compress his other arm. Hawks felt horrible, but the magician had simply released a marble of medical supplies and a box before ordering Hawks to put the feathers away in it and letting the apologizing hero fix up the gash. He then overstimulated the hero until he cried, but that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Dabi could see feathers sharpening in anticipation as he closes what was probably once a sword box and turning back around gave him the fun little view of Hawks’ baby wings trembling in a mixture of fear and arousal that he knew all too well from the first time.

“Ready, baby?” Dabi checks, already drawing his hand back, but ready to stop if Hawks said so.

“As I’ll ever bE-FUCK!”

Hawks jolts, instinctively trying to escape the hand with a whine before jerking when the hand gently rubs the area next. The whiplash of pain to soothing makes him whimper and squirm, but it also makes him hyper-aware of the area and makes him blush harder as a result.

“Dabi~!” He drags out the other’s name in a whine.

“Trust me, you don’t want me to warn you.” Dabi sighs as though reading the hero’s mind. “You’ll tense up and it’ll hurt worse.”

“No, I won-”

“Two.”

As though out to prove Dabi right, Hawks does, in fact, tense and howls with the next sting across his backside that sends heat down to his groin as well. The next soothing hand on his ass makes him flinch but it does do the job of making him relax.

“You get it now?” Dabi checks, kneading at the hero’s red ass to hear him whine.

“I won’t next time.” Hawks insists, for some reason deciding to double down.

His current angle doesn’t allow him to see Dabi’s raised eyebrow, but his baby feathers do pick up the Dom’s shrug.

“If you insist. Three.”

Again and again, Hawks tenses with each warning, and again and again, it hurts more and more. Three hard smacks leaving at number nine leave Hawks tense when a choked, almost sobbing sound finally leaves him.

“Yellow.” He sniffles, whining when both hands quickly leave him.

“What do you need?” Dabi immediately asks, deciding to save the ‘I told you so’ for later.

“Just a pause and no more warnings.” Hawks concedes, slumped in defeat when all Dabi says is okay. “Touch me? Your hands feel nice.”

“Alright.” Dabi agrees, heating his hands just slightly and watching how Hawks relaxes and twitters. “Better, pretty bird?”

“Mhmm.” Hawks hums, sighing as Dabi kneads the sore muscle. “Whenever you’re ready.” He eventually mumbles.

Dabi wastes no time delivering another hard smack that this time gets some intriguing mix of a yelp and a moan that makes Dabi’s staples tug as he grins. “Oh?”

“Shut u-Ah!” Another smack gets another moan and okay, yeah, Hawks will definitely be acting out more.

“Considering the menace you’re probably about to become, no, I don’t think I will,” Dabi smirks as he soothes the angry flesh once more. “You obviously had to have some amount of masochism, but who knew it’d be something as simple as spanking, hmm?”

Hawks mumbles something about being able to withstand torture before he yelps and jolts at another spank just in time for the next one to catch his leaking pussy with a wet Smack! And makes the hero’s head fall forward with a moan. “Dabi!”

Hawks can’t see it, but Dabi is grinning like he’s just been gifted a new toy. “You only have two left. Wanna add a few more?”

Hawks nods embarrassingly fast, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain when the next two catch the cleft of his ass and thigh. He’s then rearranged so his legs are hanging off the bed and touching the floor enough for Dabi to have access to the hero’s glistening cunt.

“God, look at you.” Dabi chuckles breathily. “We’ve gotta get you in the main playroom sometimes. Show off your pretty little holes, so wet for me with just a little bit of pain.” He slides a finger through wet folds that shudder at the touch. “I wonder if I could make you cum just from smacking your pussy. I’ve done it for others before.” There’s a lewd slurping noise that has a blush once more racing down Hawks’ back as Dabi no doubt cleans his fingers. “Wonder if I could make you squirt?”

Hawks’ face burns in embarrassment, but he doesn’t have time to complain about it before Dabi tells him eight more and delivers a hard smack that sends pleasure shooting through the hero’s clit with each successive smack. Much to his humiliation, he can feel himself getting close, and he shakes with his effort to hold it off.

Harsh pinches to his clit as skilled fingers teasing him in between, however, guarantee his downfall, and soon Hawks is cumming with a broken chirp and tears in his eyes. It hurts. It hurts so good. The final smack knocks an almost sob out of him and Hawks’ remaining feathers flutter in sensitivity Dabi finally helps him fully onto the bed.

“You good, birdie?” Dabi asks gently as he cards the fingers of his clean hand through messy blonde hair. “You were so good for me, baby.”

Ah, aftercare then. That sounds nice, they have all weekend for more.

Hawks nods his head between sniffles when Dabi insists on a response.

“Such a good boy.”

Hawks smiles dopily at the praise.

Yeah, he was a good boy, wasn’t he? Fuck what the Commission said. He was good.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #dom!dabi #sub!hawks #BD/SM AU #Commission Fic #commission work #taking commisions

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keigos-wings · 1 year

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the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES

listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(

“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”

and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?

#theo.writes #i am on my fucking knees #i need him so fucking bad #i want this man in my veins #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #bnha #keigo takami #keigo imagine #keigo x y/n #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks smut #winged hero hawks #takami keigo #mha hawks #sub hawks #subby keigo takami #gn reader #hawks imagine

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deleteddewewted · 9 months

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Fuck it, we are being self-indulgent tonight:

Feminization Hawks (Post-War Arc)

Hawks x Fem! Reader

W: NSFW, Feminization, Body Worship, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Princess/Baby/Pretty Girl, Power Bottom Reader, Subby Top Hawks

Commissions: Open! (You can commission me on Ko-fi!)

He feels self-conscious about his body since he's so burnt and scarred up.

He thinks that you lost any attraction to him once he lost his undamaged body and his wings.

He doesn't like his prosthetics at all but wears them around you just because he wants you to see him like he looked before everything went to shit.

He feels gross. His body, his face, his back, his truth. Everything feels gross and tainted and he doesn't like any of it because of it.

You've got the truth about him in a way he didn't want you to find out but there it was, all in the open for you to judge and see.

You didn't leave his side at all. You were there with him in the hospital, you went to every single physical therapy he had and even for his prosthetic appointments.

You called him beautiful and it set his insides on fire because he didn't believe you and at the same time understood that everything you said was true.

He felt beautiful but only when you said he was.

He felt pretty but only when you touched his face and kissed his burns.

He wanted to feel small and protected and you managed to do that without much effort.

You caressed his body and kissed his face softly as if he'd break if you gave him too much attention.

He moaned at how you massaged his wings base and tenderly hovered your fingers over the scarring around the area.

"Y/n, please." His voice trembled and his eyes watered as he gripped onto you.

He felt disgusting for a moment but you kept giving him so much love and attention he couldn't think about anything other than you.

"Please, don't leave me." He whispered.

He discovered he liked being at your mercy.

He also discovered he liked feminity.

He's worn makeup and he's done lingerie shoots during the prime modeling part of his career but he had never thought about wearing any for himself or at home.

He liked eyeliner and blush. It brought his face together, making him look sweet and soft.

He liked the softness of the lingerie he had bought and the red color that the fabric had. He enjoyed how it hugged his legs and his chest, his dick looked nice as it was tucked into a thong.

He was scared to show you that he liked these things at first but after you had him screaming your name and calling you "mistress" and "mommy" he knew better.

He showed you his dress collection and all the other ultra-feminine.

He asked you for your help to put on his favorite skirt and to put on the eyeliner he liked.

He would do this casually around you.

Wearing more feminine clothes and it slowly led to you using more feminine titles for him.

He didn't mind it at all.

He'd keen and coo at the new names and terms of endearment.

"Come here princess" or "My pretty girl." had him squeezing his legs together for friction.

In bed, that's where the changes were noticeable.

He didn't hide from you anymore. His body was all for you to enjoy and to do as you pleased with.

He liked hearing how pretty you thought his burns where and how gorgeous his wings, be it burnt and never as glossy or full as they used to be, look on him.

"Come here, pretty girl. Don't hide from me. Let mommy see her pretty little thing." He came as you pushed his hand away from his face and kissed him, tongue and all as he arched into your hand.

He cried from overstimulation as you fucked his ass open all while telling him he was your cute pillow princess.

Even when you both switched positions the dynamic stayed the same.

"Mommy, please. Let me squirt, mommy. Please." He was out of breath and he knew he was going to come if he fucked into you anymore.

He was wearing a tight-cropped shirt that showed his perked nipples in combination with a short skirt that was covered in his release.

Your pussy was covered in cum and some of it dripped out of you as he slapped his hips against yours.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist.

He shook with every thrust and pull, your insides warm and tight around him.

"Don't stop, baby. Cum inside Mommy again. Do it for me, baby. Can you do that for mommy?" He nodded at you and came inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you.

His forehead was sweaty and his hair clung to it.

His wings drooped over you both like a tattered blanket and his face was pressed against your neck.

You could feel him empty himself inside of you, his seed dripping out as he lay still.

"You did such a good job for me, princess. I'm so proud of you for being such an obedient girl." He pruned at your praise and held you close as he fell asleep.

This was something for just the two of you.

He didn't want anyone else to see him like this, the vulnerable and beautiful person you saw him for.

He wanted to keep this special, to yourselves.

He wanted to keep being your good girl no matter what, no matter how ugly everyone else might think he looked now that he had lost his appeal and his trust.

You were there for him and he was yours to keep.

#dd speaks #hawks x reader #hawks mha #hawks bnha #hawks x you #keigo takami #sub hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #hawks angst #mha #bnha #mha x reader #dom reader

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