#hurt hawks week

[feelingpure]

Maybe if I told you the right words Ooh, at the right time, you'd be mine

FELLOW TRAVELERS VALENTINE'S DAY MONTH Week 1: FAVORITES - favorite song that makes you think of them ↳ Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold You + FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.08 ‘Make It Easy’

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Everywhere I look, you're all I see. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes

M | 950 | Hurt/Comfort | 80s Era

In that moment, all the pain, the hurt, and the years of separation melted away. It was just the two of them, lost in their own little world. And for Tim, it was all he ever wanted.

Original fic post

Week Two: Using the prompt, “I dreamed of you.” for the ‘How do I love thee, let me count the weeks…’ Valentines Celebration.

Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events

[pagesofkenna]

at work ive been working on this project that needs just enough brain power that I can't listen to a podcast or any music with lyrics, but not enough brain power that I'm not getting bored every sixty seconds and wasting time on my phone trying to do anything stimulating

so I've been watching these babies on a second screen all day

[furryprovocateur]

im such a shitty sugar daddy like mark needs money so i keep saying "hey i could give you money 😏" and he's like "okay but only if i can pay you back 🥺" and it's like no motherfucker im literally trying to give you money for free im fucking terrible at this

[shivunin]

Winter's Grasp

In which Hawke takes unnecessary risks in Lowtown and Fenris tries to discern why; cross-posted to AO3 here

(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 4,834 Words | Hurt/Comfort | CW: Blood, canon-typical violence)

Winter hung heavy over Kirkwall. 

It did every single year, but today the cold fought Hawke’s steps and cut right through her robes. There wasn’t much to do about it now but bear it, so she tugged her scarf higher around her cheeks and bent her head against the wind that raced down the alleyways. 

She did not, strictly speaking, have to patrol the city. She knew that. Aveline had been very clear: that’s what guardsmen were for, and Hawke was for being a rallying point, a light in the darkness—or something. Maria hadn’t really been listening; she’d been planning her route for the night instead. 

Really—the intensity of the wind was the only thing she hadn’t planned for. 

“C’mon, Miser,” she said, her voice muffled by the scarves, “One more alley and then we’ll go home. Promise.”

The mabari was coated with snow, such that he looked nearly shapeless against the backdrop of the snow. If the streets hadn’t been so dirty, the hound might be near-invisible. Instead, he looked like a pillow torn to shreds and given life. 

A… chilling thought. 

Hawke chuckled to herself at the thought and stuffed a loose curl back under her cap. If the others were here, she might share the joke—but they weren’t. They were probably all wisely snug inside their various homes and bolt-holes. 

Just like she ought to be. 

The two of them passed through the Lowtown market, which was full of people hunched against the cold. Most of the vendors had tucked haphazard braziers of some sort in the stalls behind them—sure to be at least one disastrous fire later—but Hawke couldn’t blame them. She passed more than one resident of Lowtown hesitantly pawning some bit of jewelry or moth-eaten scarf for firewood. When she thought she could do it unnoticed, Hawke surreptitiously dropped coins in their path. She knew exactly what she would have done if someone had offered her money for firewood when her family had been living here; better that they think they were taking advantage of some careless passerby. 

In some ways, the weather was less brutal in the alleys. The close walls cut the sharpness of the wind, though the stillness of the cold that replaced it was no kindness and the rooftops wept brutally sharp icicles. Hawke was regarding the persistence of the cold with no small measure of irritation when a trio of thieves leapt from the rooftop and attacked. 

After everything—the Deep Roads, the Arishok, and everything since—three thieves were nothing. She would have disposed of them handily if it hadn’t been for the reinforcements who showed up—and the reinforcements for the reinforcements—and by the time the fifteenth fighter raced down the alleyway toward her, Hawke was getting a bit winded. 

Well—alright, winded, but also one of her hands was having trouble hanging onto her staff and poor Miser was limping badly. Perhaps Aveline had been right after all—it would be humiliating, wouldn’t it, to die in some frigid alleyway because she hadn’t wanted to trouble anyone for company? Because she’d been bored and feeling sorry for herself? Because the variety of naughty novels Isabela was always sneaking into the manor’s library had not been enough to satisfy Maria’s itchy feet? 

The fifteenth fighter raised their sword high, the metal gleaming in the dim light that filtered through the clouds. This was it; Maria knew it with a dim sense of dread. There was nowhere to dodge and nowhere to run; when she reached for the Fade, her fingers grasped at magic as insubstantial as snowflakes in a hot bath. She would be carved in two from shoulder to hip and that would be that. 

Only—at the very apex of the swing, a hand, glowing blue and humming with a familiar energy, thrust itself through his chest and stayed there until the man’s gasps turned to silence. 

The wind howled down the alleyway. 

Fenris, still just as poorly attired for the weather as ever, considered the limp body slumped against the wall. When he flicked blood and viscera from his gauntlet, the red slash of it looked almost festive against the paler snow piled against the alley walls. 

“Come here often?” Hawke coughed, feeling for the wall until she could lean against it more firmly. 

“Drink a potion,” Fenris snapped, nudging the body to the side and striding closer. He stopped beside Miser first, feeling carefully along the bloodied rear leg. 

Hawke did as he said, fumbling for the vials at her belt, then pulling the cork with her teeth when her gloved hands couldn’t manage. The potion burned while it knit her back together, but the sensation was pleasant. Or— it was better than nothing, anyway, and her skin had long since started to go numb. 

“I had—” she began, but he interrupted almost at once. 

“You did not,” Fenris said crisply, “Have him. He would have cleaved you in half. Why didn’t you send for me? Or any of the others?”

Hawke grimaced behind the safety of her scarf and straightened stiffly from the wall. Fenris was slightly further along the alley, crouched beside Miser, who seemed more than happy to be tended to. 

“Oh,” she said, “I find it quite attractive when you scold me. You should go on doing it.” 

Even Maria, no matter how oblivious she pretended to be, could not have missed the furious green of his eye peering over his shoulder at her before he turned back to the hound. 

“Hawke,” he snapped, a warning in his voice. She stumbled closer—because the health potion hadn’t quite managed to fix everything, but she couldn’t stomach another just yet—and slid down the wall so they were at eye level. 

“It’s miserable out here. I didn’t want to drag you out into it; I know how you feel about the cold.”

Fenris muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath in Tevene and let go of Miser’s leg at last. He’d smoothed some poultice over it, green-smelling and thick, and poor Miser had stopped panting quite so hard. 

“Good boy,” Hawke murmured, reaching for the mabari’s head and scratching his favorite spot behind one ear. The hound leaned into it, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

At long last, she sighed and looked at Fenris. 

“I was feeling sorry for myself,” she said, “wandering the estate alone. Wanted to find some trouble. It’s been a quiet month; this seemed better than nothing.”

Fenris did not respond to this. He just went on looking at her. 

“Yes, alright. It was stupid,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “But really—this is the fourth or fifth of these alleyways and I was doing just fine before that last bastard.” 

“Hawke,” Fenris said, shaking his head, but when he rose he offered her a hand. 

Hawke held on tightly and  levered herself to her feet. Fenris didn’t step back when she straightened; instead, he lifted his other hand and traced the healing line of a wound along her cheek. His brows furrowed. 

“You should have sent for me,” he said, in that deep voice that always made her stomach flip, “I would have come.”

“I know,” she said, leaning into his touch, “That’s why I didn’t call. I didn’t want you to have to follow me around in the cold because I was bored and spoiling for a fight.”

His eyes traced her face carefully, looking, she knew, for more injuries. He’d likely search her for more as soon as they were home, too; she was well aware that his penchant for drawing her baths was really an excuse to strip her naked and look for hidden hurts. 

“Better in the cold with you than standing at your graveside without,” he said, though the words were somewhat softened by the undercurrent of worry in his tone. 

“Ouch,” Maria said, frowning. Fenris lifted one shoulder, then turned toward the mouth of the alley, still holding her hand. 

“Come,” he said, “We should get you home.”

“Alright,” she said, and followed where he led. 

|

Hawke entered the estate with her usual attention to neatness and decorum—which was to say, she shed scarf, gloves, hat, and cloak in a messy line from the door to the stairs. 

Miser snatched more than one garment from the air with delight despite his injuries, and deposited them in the box on the bench beside the door. The cloak, at least, Hawke tossed over the newel post before trudging up the stairs. 

Fenris watched all of this with a rueful sort of affection, but he didn’t bother objecting. She’d long since pointed out that he had little room to speak about her neatness given the state of his manor. He couldn’t argue with that; but he also didn’t see the need to tell her or anyone else that the “body” in his foyer was, in fact, a practice dummy wearing robes he’d found in a trunk. The appearance of a rotting corpse by the doorway was, he’d found, an effective means of dissuading visitors. Why none of their friends had ever noticed that it neither stank nor decayed was beyond him. 

“Something to say?” she asked from the top of the stairs, resting a hand at the generous swell of her hip. Fenris shook his head and began to follow her to the second floor, his fingertips brushing over the sodden wool of her cloak before tracing up the wooden railing. 

“Must I repeat it?” he asked, “You already know what I would say, in any case.”

“Hawke,” she intoned, scowling fiercely, “I will never understand why you do not see fit to keep your home in order. It is simple enough to disrobe in one room.”

“I do not sound like that,” Fenris said, successfully preventing the smile from creeping up his face. 

“Hawke,” Maria went on in the same voice, unsuccessfully preventing herself from smiling, “You slovenly creature. I have stubbed my toe on your staff for the last time! Fasta vass!” 

“I certainly don’t sound like that,” Fenris told her, nearing the top of the stairs. 

“Ah, my mistake,” she said in her normal voice, backing away and undoing her belt, “How about this?” 

Hawke hung her belt on the doorknob behind her and turned it, stepping backward into her bedroom without once looking to see what might be inside. 

“Hawke,” she said again, in her impression of his voice, “You ravishing creature. Your every move is like poetry, and the taste of you on my tongue is like the finest of wi—oomph!”

Fenris darted forward in a burst of speed and snatched her up in his arms, kicking the door shut behind him. Her belt jangled against the wood and gradually fell silent. Neither of them paid it any attention; Fenris was too busy pressing her carefully back against the wall and catching her mouth with his, and Hawke was too busy laughing in between his kisses. 

“I should—tease you more—often,” she gasped when she finally stopped laughing. 

Fenris grunted and nipped the skin at her jaw, his hands finding the ties along either side of her robes and undoing them easily. He had no interest in explaining that he wasn’t reacting to her teasing. The fervor in his touch was entirely due to the sight of her in that alleyway, pressed back against the wall while a greatsword descended toward her head. In that split second, Fenris had been able to see the aftermath all too clearly: the blood spilling from the joint of her neck, the white of bone pressing through her shoulder, the lifelessness in her eyes when her spirit finally left the body behind. 

It mattered little that he’d prevented Hawke’s near-certain death; it only mattered that he almost hadn’t.

Hawke often laughed at him for the way he checked her over after battle. Fenris had never much minded her laughter, and he’d never felt the need to explain himself. Maria could laugh all she liked, so long as he could be assured that she wasn’t hiding some grievous injury from him. He knew her too well to think she wouldn't do just that to keep him from worrying; he’d seen her do it to any number of her friends on numerous occasions.

Now, Fenris ran a hand along the bare skin of her side, marking the sharp hiss of breath between her teeth when he touched her ribs; ah, a bruise there. Her sigh when the backs of his knuckles brushed against the curve of her breast was altogether different, soft and warm against his neck. Enjoyable as it was to hear, he ignored it for the moment in favor of undoing the clasp at her shoulder. 

“Tell me there’s a bath,” she said as he pushed the sleeves down her arms and left the robe in a puddle on the floor. 

“There is,” he told her, stepping back from the wall and walking her with him to the bathing room’s door, “It may yet be hot.”

“Remind me to give Orana a raise,” she told him, eyeing the clasps of his armor as they went.

“If you give her any more money a month, she will buy her own manor and leave you here to pick up after yourself,” Fenris told her absently, scanning the room before they stepped through the door. 

Hawke shrugged and stopped beside the bathtub, which was, in fact, half-filled with steaming water. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Fenris busied himself with the ties to her smallclothes and Maria unwound the cloth of her breastband. 

When at last she was entirely bare and she’d kicked the cloth away from the bath, Fenris raised a brow and took a step back. In response, Hawke rolled her eyes upward, sighed, and flicked her fingers. A little ball of golden light formed over her head, simultaneously illuminating and casting shadows over her naked skin, like an echo of the sun itself. 

Ah; yes, that was a bruise forming over her right ribs. Already, it was purple in an angled line—some sort of staff strike, he thought, or the flat of a sword. She’d bent easily enough to remove her boots at the door, so it must not be a break. There—the blood drying down her left arm. From the amount of blood in her robes and down her arm, it must have been deep. When Fenris dipped his hand in the hot water and smoothed it over her skin, most of the blood washed away in trails of reddened water. The potion she’d taken must have sealed that wound first—which likely meant it had been among the worst of her injuries. 

Best to check the rest in any case; one could never be too sure.

“Turn,” he told her, and Maria did so, sighing and shaking out her hair as she turned. Fenris shifted the mass of her hair over one shoulder, his fingers lingering in the curls and smoothing them away from her back. He would not be distracted by the constellations of freckles over her shoulders; he would remain focused until he was certain she was well enough for anything but a bath and sleep. 

Fenris ran his hands down soft ridges down her back, then crouched to examine a series of bruises along her thigh. The marks dotted her leg from hip to knee, obscuring the ripples of silver that usually decorated this stretch of skin. Hawke made a soft noise when he touched the edge of one and Fenris drew his fingers away. 

“How bad?” he asked. She looked at him over her shoulder, frowning. 

“It’s fine, Fenris.”

“The marks beg to differ,” he said, “The hip—how bad?”

“Bruised,” she said stiffly, then sighed, “Alright. It’s a bone bruise—but it will be fine soon enough. I swear, you fuss like—”

“I fuss,” Fenris interrupted, standing, “Because you refuse to take care of yourself.”

Maria frowned and turned away.

Her woolen cap had mussed her curls; if left like this, they would be impossible to wash. Fenris pursed his lips at the back of her head and set about untangling them one by one, easing the knotted strands loose before running his fingers through them again carefully and thoroughly, from root to tip. 

“I can take care of myself,” she said more quietly, and the ball of light over her head winked out, “You know that well enough by now—or you ought to.”

“In a fight? Yes,” he agreed, pressing his fingers firmly against the skin of her scalp until she sighed and leaned back against him, “But after? Hawke, you would fight on broken legs if you could find the means to balance. That you would win the fight does not alleviate the worries of those who care for you.”

Fenris cleared his throat and lay one last curl amongst the others, letting his hands settle on her shoulders instead of her hair. 

“Perhaps you have not considered that it…may pain me to see you hurt. To know that you would not seek help if your wounds were grave.”

Hawke turned to look up at him, then looped her arms about his waist. 

“What would help right now?” she asked, meeting his eyes, “My hip hurts and my ribs ache. You can smooth ointment over them when we’re done here. What else?”

“Take me with you,” he said at once, tracing the angle of her jaw, “Do not leave me behind next time.”

Maria made a face—the one that pressed her lower lip out and ought to have looked childish. It didn’t, though; it made her look sorrowful instead, as if the whole of the world had abandoned her. It was an act; he’d caught onto that particular performance almost at once, and now the expression only made him want to bite her bottom lip. 

In fact—yes, that was a good idea. 

Fenris dipped his head and indulged himself, taking the plump warmth of it between his teeth until she sighed and melted into him. 

“Will you?” he asked after a moment, and kissed the skin just to the right of her mouth. Hawke shivered slightly; Fenris didn’t flatter himself by thinking her reaction was due to his touch alone. He could feel the bumps along her skin and knew all too well how cold it had been outside. 

“Will I?” she asked, her eyes softly closed. 

Fenris kissed each one of them with exquisite care. 

“Bring me with you next time?” he said.

“Mmmhm,” she said, tilting her face toward his. 

She couldn’t see him; Fenris smiled at her, shaking his head once, and set a kiss upon her lips. The contact was soft and brief and not nearly enough to satisfy—just as he’d intended. 

“Promise me,” he told her, “If not me, then someone else. You know better than to fight alone.”

Hawke sighed and opened her eyes again. 

“I promise,” she said, and paused, “But only if you climb into the bath with me tonight.”

He’d already intended to; but perhaps it would not do to tell her as much. Fenris frowned as if the idea galled him. 

“Very well,” he said, “After you.” 

Hawke grinned and rolled forward onto her toes to peck his cheek. She climbed into the bath without further complaint, but she didn’t relax against the angled back of the tub. Instead, she folded her arms on the edge and rested her chin there, watching him with open curiosity. 

As if she’d never seen him undress before. As if it was still the first time.

Fenris huffed and removed his belt, then loosened the clasps of his breastplate along either rib and shoulder. She watched each step with interest, and her lips parted when he set his tunic aside at last. 

“I do not understand,” he told her, untying the laces at the waistband of his leggings, “Why you always look at me like that.”

“Oh?” she said, tilting her head until her cheek rested against her arm and she was watching him sideways, “Perhaps I am your lover and I like the look of you. Maybe I am plotting something. Or—perhaps I find the world around me miraculous and full of wonder. I don’t know, Fenris, why do you think I still watch when you take your clothes off?”

Fenris rolled his eyes and climbed into the tub opposite her.

“You know what I meant. The…surprise.”

Hawke said nothing for a moment; only dipped her head backward into the water before leaning back against the angled side of the tub. For a moment, her eyes searched his.

“I suppose,” she said at last, “I may stop feeling like your presence here is a…a happy accident someday. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling yet.”

Fenris didn’t know what to say to that immediately; they did not often speak of the three years they’d spent apart, and he found he did not wish to do so tonight, either. He dipped his head back into the hot water instead, weighing his responses. 

After he sat up, slicking his wet hair away from his forehead, Maria wetted her bottom lip and added:

“Is it so wrong? To think that you are beautiful?” a pause, “Do you…want me to stop watching you?” 

“No,” he told her firmly, slicking his hair back from his forehead, “I do not. I…”

He took a deep breath, shifting the water around them, and sighed. 

“Nevermind. You have done nothing wrong; let us leave it.”

There was no way to tell her it wasn’t the act itself he was questioning, but the manner with which she watched him. Amazed, yes, even surprised; but there was something in the back of her eyes, behind the happiness. That hidden thing—he supposed he might call it grief, if he had to name it at all. 

What would make her grieve him even as they came together again?

“Alright,” Hawke said, and reached for the first of several ointments and balms she used on her hair, “Why were you in Lowtown, anyway?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, reaching for his own bottle of soap. He’d never asked her for it, but after he’d begun to spend more time at the manor Hawke had wordlessly produced his preferred scent and left it on the side of the bath he preferred. 

Yet somehow it still baffled her that he disliked seeing her hurt.

“What tipped you off?” she asked, leaning back until her hair spread beneath the water, swirling and free without the weight of the air to hold it in place. 

“I came to see you,” he told her, “Orana told me where you’d gone.”

“Did you come here for a particular reason, or did you just miss me?” 

“Yes,” he said, and she raised a dark brow.

“Yes? Both?”

“Yes.” 

“Do I get to know why, then, or do you mean to stick to single-syllable answers?”

“No,” Fenris said, and smiled faintly at the outraged expression on her face, “I came to make sure you ate something, and perhaps to read together for a time.”

“Oh!” she said, surprise crossing her face and chagrin hard on its heels, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that. I would have stayed, if I’d known.”

“Hmm,” Fenris said, “Well. It is fortunate that I found you when I did.”

“I feel fortunate whenever you find me,” she said, yawning.

Fenris chose to let the comment pass, and watched as she finished her extensive hair routine. When she was finally done, her eyes heavy, he rose dripping from the tub and reached for a towel. He didn’t think to glance at her again until he stepped onto the tile and wrapped the towel around his waist—and when he did, he saw it again. 

Grief in her eyes, tucked behind the affection and the exhaustion. Fenris crouched next to her to look more closely and she tilted her head to follow him. 

“That,” he said, “That is what I mean. What is wrong?” 

“Nothing,” Hawke said, but her lips pressed hard together after she spoke. 

Fenris narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Truly, I…” she sighed, “It is nothing worth speaking aloud, in any case.” 

She stood then, reaching for her own towel and wrapping it tightly around herself. Fenris rose and held out a hand for her, which she took as she stepped from water to floor. 

“Hawke—” he began, but she shook her head. 

“Leave it,” she said, “Please.”

Fenris pursed his lips, but nodded and let go as soon as she was solidly on her feet. 

When she’d reached the bed, he found the ointment in her desk and climbed onto the mattress at her side. 

“Ribs and hip,” he said, unscrewing the cap and setting it aside with care, “Anywhere else?”

“No,” she said after a moment.

“Hawke,” Fenris said, and nothing more. 

“My shoulder still aches,” she said, “But it’s nothing to—really, Fenris, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm,” he said, already rubbing the ointment into her shoulder. Hawke sighed and settled onto her folded arm. The ointment tingled over the tattoos on his fingers, imbued with magic as it was, but it was little more than a faint irritation. 

After a moment, she rolled onto her other side so he could treat the bruise on her hip. That was when she spoke, facing away from him as his fingers smoothed the green salve over the worst of the bruise.

“Fenris?” 

“Yes?”

The bruise was worst just above the bone. Fenris rubbed the salve in there, fingers careful and gentle, before gathering more and smoothing it over the line of bruising that extended halfway to her knee.

“I…Kirkwall is my home,” she said, and when he glanced at her face he saw that her eyes were closed, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. But it…it has taken almost everything from me.”

Fenris waited in silence, gathering more salve on his fingertips and finding the next set of bruises, red-purple and  swinging over the swell of her backside. 

“I…thought if all I had was things, it wouldn’t be so bad to lose them. I’ve lost everything before, you know, in Lothering. I could manage it well enough if it happened again. But with everything happening lately, and you…”

Maria took a deep breath, as if to say more, but let it all out in a rush instead. 

“Nevermind,” she said, “Nevermind. You’re right. It’s all foolishness.”

Fenris finished with the salve, watching the firelight glisten along the line of it. She looked gilded when she lay like this, the line of her bare skin lit by the sconces and the hearth behind them. In the beginning, she’d seemed impossible to him; like a painting of a woman given life but not sense. 

He knew better now—despite her insistence on taking ridiculous risks. 

So instead of letting it lie, Fenris screwed the lid on her salve again and spoke. 

“I am not going anywhere,” he said, watching his hands on the lid, “No one can make me leave but you.”

She shifted on the bed before him, set a hand on his knee. 

“Fenris,” she said, and nothing more. 

“Do you believe me?” 

Hawke’s eyes were dark and deep; easy to get lost in, he’d often thought. In that moment, he saw nothing but warmth and worry there. 

“Yes,” she said at last, “Yes. I do.”

“Good,” he said firmly, and her hand fell away when he rose to return the salve to its drawer. 

He pulled on the linen trousers folded neatly at the bottom of her armoire and tossed one of her tunics in her direction. As she unwound the drying cloth from her hair, Hawke spoke. 

“About reading,” she said, “Would you still consider it if I fed you?” 

Fenris, who’d turned away to pull on a tunic that’d been folded with the trousers, smiled faintly while she could not see him. 

“Perhaps,” he told her when he turned, “If you will allow me to stay for the night. Your room his warmer than mine.”

Hawke’s eyes gleamed, and her wide mouth spread in a smile. 

“I think,” she said, “That can be arranged.” 

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When he woke in the night to her murmured “don’t go, don’t go,” it was Fenris’s hands that shook Hawke awake. It was his neck she hid her face in until she fell asleep again, and it was in his arms that she woke when dawn crept through the window. 

Neither of them discussed this over breakfast. What would be the point? 

But Hawke never again wandered through Kirkwall without at least one of her friends nearby—and it was a rare day that Fenris was not at her side.

[nestavadavat]

Look at them go

[anerol152]

Hello. I have just watched the new ep.

Well fuck.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

My singular entry for 'Hurt Hawks Week 2023' - now on ao3!

[metranart]

— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

[doctorwormcore]

Oh mY GOOOOOOOOOD I now work four days a week ;-; I know thsts nothing to complain about but factoring in my two higher learning certificates im completing, plus a forty minute commute, literally an 1hr20min there and back, on top of my body trying to repeatedly kill itself thes past two months, while doing light caring of my mum...its just a lot lmaoooooo

[hanaonesflower]

“let me do this for you.”

“let me get that for you.”

“don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

when nanami was around, it was like being watched by a hawk. not in a bad way of course, just not a way you're probably used to. he is always on it, taking care of everything from beginning to end, hell bent on you not ever lifting a finger and actually bar you from doing it, even behind his back.

"seriously, kento, I can do it myself!"

"absolutely not, you worked all day, when you come home, I take care of you."

you try to bargain, dishing out facts that he, too, has a full time job that usually pushes him to the brink of exhaustion that he may or may not recover from, yet, here he is, elbows deep in dough, insistent on making pasta from scratch. according to a recipe that you may have briefly mentioned weeks ago that you wanted to try.

you tried to pick up the knife and dice the tomatoes or turn on the stove, he shoos you away.

"this is getting out of control, kento."

"you can help me by taking a nice warm long bath, honey."

nanami knows what he's doing, the majority of the time. but will he ever express that he fumbles from time to time? never. not that his ego is inflated, but because he has prided himself for being to care for you boundlessly.

so when you leave the bath and find kento with his hand in a bucket of ice water, you realize something have gone south in the kitchen.

"kento! what happened?!"

"nothing to worry about my l-"

"enough! tell me, now."

your stern voice and attitude stun him, he's never seen you like this before. his behavior is downright concerning, he hasn't always been this way though. sure, he loves by serving, but he isn't always this stubborn or ridiculously protective. you have always cooked together, why would it be different this time, or the last few times within the past couple of months. nanami isn't unreasonable, but he can be if something pricked at his pride.

"I may have burned myself with the hot steam."

"may have? your skin is having a terrible reaction! for a smart man you can be so clumsy sometimes."

"it's not that bad."

you glare.

"okay, it's pretty burnt and it hurts."

"I bet it does."

you slowly pull his hand out from the ice bucket and lead him to the kitchen table and command him to sit still when you fetch the first aid. his palm is raw from the burn and his face twists in pain when you apply some pressure.

there isn't much conversation exchanged between you and him, but something is definitely hanging above your heads. kento seems to be closed off to it, but you're willing to get to the root of things.

"you haven't been yourself lately."

silence.

"I feel like this is not just about providing for me, something happened, and it affected you."

kento looks saddened by this. you are spot on. something did happen.

a few months ago, during a dinner party amongst friends, kento found himself begrudgingly involved in unpleasant conversations with his colleagues, the way they audaciously questioned his ability to care for his partner when he was always away on work trips or spending extra time at work. he took it to heart, kento questioned himself. he realized, that even though his colleagues were terribly annoying and invasive, they made some considerable points. he made the executive decision to fully take over, spinning a complete 180 on you. at first you thought it was sweet, until it became authoritarian.

"that's really how you feel?"

"have I been absent to you, y/n?"

you contemplate for a while, you truly wish he is around more, but you always understand the nature of his job.

"I do wish I can see you more often, when you had that 2-week long vacation, I was able to spend such amazing quality time with you, and it was awesome, but I also understand how your job is. I didn't want to come in between that."

"so I have been absent." he moaned defeatedly.

"please don't blame it on yourself like this, it's not healthy, I still love you, kento."

"this is all my fault, y/n, I should have been there for you more."

truthfully, you wish he was, but once again, you are both stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"have you been doing all this to somehow compensate?"

"is it working?"

he is trying to humor you, although at quite a horrid time, you still crack a smile.

"I think it's very kind of you."

he sighs.

"please, forgive me, my love. I became what you called a workaholic, I tried to get more hours to provide for you, only to come short in other aspects."

"I'm not an unemployed housewife, kento."

“this isn’t my way of saying that you are incapacitated in any way, i just wish that you didn’t have to worry about anything,” he groaned from the incessant gnawing of the antiseptic on his burnt wound.

“kento, this is a partnership, you’re not my servant and i’m not a spoiled brat,” he felt a little silly, nanami knew this fact yet he felt impotent in this sense. he opened and closed his lips, hoping to get his point across even further but nothing seemed good enough at theis point, he’s done fighting.

“whatever you’re going to say, it’s not going to change the fact that i love you,” you silence him.

“then can i say that i love you, too?”

“that, you can.”

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒ ⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒ ⭒˚‧

note: PHEEeewww… it’s really good to be back :33 this piece shall be the redebut as it is one of my cuter fics. going back with smut pieces after such a long hiatus didn’t feel right so – soft nanami is always the way to go!! more content will be coming soon (smut included >.>), stay tuned ( ˘ ³˘)

[qroier]

now that the olympics are officially over, i wanted to share some more of my favorite moments from the second week of these games:

Rebeca Andrade finally got her gold in floor!!!!

the kayak cross course in canoe slalom is wild, it starts with a huge drop into the water and ends with a required barrel roll

the entire men's pole vault final was awesome and had everything! Armand Duplantis of sweden broke the olympic record and his own world record while his fellow athletes cheered him on. Emmanouil Karalis won bronze for greece and gave Mondo (duplantis) a bandaid after he hurt his hand. Sam Kendricks, who won silver for the U.S., also cut his hand and wiped it off on his arm. Mondo's mom filmed his record breaking jump on an ipad. after making the jump, Mondo posed like Yusuf Dikeç (turkish shooter guy) and ran off to kiss his girlfriend. incredible. iconic. showstopping.

actually, posing like Yusuf Dikeç became the go-to pose for a bunch of athletes

Mijaín López from cuba won his 5th CONSECUTIVE gold medal in greco roman wrestling. that's 20 straight years of being the reigning olympic champion

Arisa Trew, the 14 year old aussie who won gold in women's park skateboarding, is getting a pet duck from her parents for winning

a whale decided it wanted to try its fin at surfing during the surfing semi-finals

UK's skateboarding team looked like a middle school field trip with the class' favorite math teacher, except that teacher just happened to be 51 year old skating legend Andy Macdonald. just to put it into perspective, Andy Macdonald is on the same legend level as Tony Hawk. they're close friends and used to compete in vert doubles together. Tony Hawk cheered him on from the stands with Snoop Dogg, and he got a huge ovation after his run. also shout out to Sky Brown, who's 16 and got bronze again this year, even with a recent dislocated shoulder injury.

Alice D'amato's reaction to winning gold on balance beam <3 the first gold women's gymnastics medal for italy

Tara Davis-Woodhall and her husband's reaction to her winning gold in long jump for the u.s.

there were so many proposals. sooooo many proposals

Guatemala and Botswana also won their first ever gold medals, with Adriana Ruano Oliva winning women's trap shooting and Letsile Tebogo winning men's 200m

and, of course, Imane Khelif winning gold after all the harassment against her

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Late Night

Pairing: Dark Hawks x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female Reader

SUMMARY: Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Threats.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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"Hey, c'mon, don't cry..." 

He tries, tentatively reaching with a hand but instantly stopping at the abrupt increase of your sobbing. 

"Y/n? Babe, pretty please..." he sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Let's just go to sleep, yeah? It’s getting late and I have to wake early tomorrow."

"Leave me alone." you howl the words out, as if you're a wounded dog. You feel like one, to be fair. Bunched up in a corner of this huge room, face contorted as you cry ugly tears and snot. 

It's only been a week since you were taken from the comfort of your life, and you still can't stop the aching pain that burns your heart whenever you think about it. 

During the day, it’s slightly more manageable to pretend that it’s fine, that you’ll eventually escape him, that everything will be fine.

But as soon as the dark cast of the night hits, it’s like all the overwhelming weight of sad reality starts to wear you down. 

You’re so tired of him. You just wanna go home and hide underneath the safety of your blankets. 

“Babe….”

Keigo sighs once again, leaning back at the adjacent beige wall as he runs his fingers through the blonde hair. 

"Hate to ask, but any chance you can speed this up? Not to the part where you relentlessly beg to go home, to which I'll say no - obviously." Keigo says with such normality as if he’s asking you to turn the lights off.

"Also not the part where you cry your pretty eyes out for another 20 minutes, yell shitty things, threaten me, and so goes on…”

You gulp, with a new batch of tears forming as he tilts his head to the side, lips curling into a half-smile as if your despair amuses him. 

“... but yes to the part where you finally shut up with the hysteria and we go to bed.”

You tearfully glare at him, indignation flaring up at his nonchalant words. 

“I hate you. You kidnapped me!" you continue, half-choking in your own tears, hoping the hatred and anger in your face is enough to show him just how much you hate him. “I hate you!” 

Keigo dismissively shrugs his shoulders, despite the new tension in his jaw as he glances at his wrist watch. 

“I’m not the bad guy here, babe.” 

“You-” 

“If I was the bad guy…” he interrupts you, an unpleasant glint in his eyes showing that deep your words didn’t sit right with him. “...right now I’d be punching a hole into your pretty face for being such a brat. Or maybe I’d be ripping your tongue out with my bare hands, so you won’t speak bullshit like that. Maybe you’d like that better?” 

Your eyes widen at that, body freezing as fear takes control of you. 

For most times Keigo is laid-back and chill, but times like these are the ones that remind you that he’s just as dangerous as a villain is. He could easily hurt or even kill you within seconds, and there was nothing your quirkless ass could do to stop him.

You are at his mercy, much like you’ve always been ever since he took you. 

You hate how helpless you feel. 

Keigo notices your mortified reaction and walks closer, crouching in front of you. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” he says with a jovial tone. “But I really need you to behave, ‘kay?”

His hand elevates and he ignores your flinch as he brushes away a few tears. 

“Enough with the tears, you’re too pretty to be cryin’ like that.” he smiles, hand lowering to grab your forearm.

He stands up, pulling you with him towards the bed. 

“Now, let’s go get our beauty sleep.”  

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Rut

Summary: The Hero is in heat thanks to his quirk and you, being a good wife, decide to help him through it. Unfortunately for you, you severely underestimated just how difficult ‘helping’ him would be.

A/N: Another Patreon request! I don't watch MHA but I always loved Hawks design so this was fun to write!

Disclaimer : Hawks X Fem reader. Overstimulation. Marathon sex. Rut.

“Baby- baby wait- fuck- don’t come closer!”

You froze, your hand stilled on the doorknob, about to open said door before you heard your husband call out to you from behind it.

“Keigo, what’s wrong?” you asked, listening to his wishes for the moment, “Did something happen? Are you hurt?!”

You felt your heartbeat fasten a bit, your mind conjuring up a multitude of scenarios. Being a Hero was no joke and you couldn’t count the many nights where you sat glued to the TV, heart pounding as you wondered if your husband was coming home that night alive.

“I- I’m fine baby. I’m not hurt.” He called out, making you sigh with relief, “but really- I can’t explain it but- I- I need to be alone.”

“Keigo, I love you and I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.” You said, “but I am not leaving until I see you and make sure you’re ok for myself. I’m opening the door!”

“No- wai-“

But before he could get the word out, you pulled the handle and pushed the door open, eyes widening as you walked into…uh…

A huge mess of a room. The sheets were all pulled out and thrown around, the pillows were ripped up with feathers all over the bed. Your closet doors were thrown open and your clothes were all taken out, including your undergarments. On the bed, in the middle of all of the mess, was your husband, seemingly buried under a giant pile of your clothes. His usually styled hair was all over the place, adding onto the crazed look in his eyes and the flushed face. He was sweating profusely, hair matted onto his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed with an expression on his face that looked like he was in pain. His wings were wrapped around himself, feather shivering underneath the clothes.

“Fuck…” he cursed as he saw you, tossing his head back against the pillow made of your clothes.

“…What’s going on?” you asked, truly confused. You husband groaned loudly from under his cocoon, burying his head farther down the pile until you couldn’t even see him anymore, just his wings.

“…I’m in a rut.” He finally said, his voice muffled.

“What was that?”

“A. Rut.” He repeated louder.

“You mean…like…” you said, having heard the phrase before, “Like mating season?”

Hawks growled even louder, “Yes- fuck- my body is on overdrive and my dick is constantly hard. It sucks! I tried to calm myself down by jerking off and nesting with your clothes but- fuck me- it isn’t working.”

“So that’s what this is…” you said, at least getting an answer about the mess, “I’ve never seen you like this before. Is this the first time it’s happening?”

“…No. It happens every year.”

“What?! How have I never noticed it?”

“Because…I send you away. I buy you vacations to g-get you out of the house. S-Speaking of which- why are you back so early?! Your trip should have ended n-next week!”

“My dad fell sick so we had to cut things short.” You explained, wondering why you never questioned Keigo’s generosity in sending you on trips during the same time every year, “I can’t believe you kept this from me!”

“I’m sorry baby but-“ he hissed as his body shivered for no reason, “The rut can be…a lot to handle. My body just wants to fuck and fuck and fuck until my bones give out! It’s not pretty…”

“Then why do you not want me here?” you asked, still keeping your distance as you didn’t want to overwhelm your man, “I could help!”

That finally got him to push his head out of his wings enough for him to give you a look that said ‘you can’t be serious’. “Baby- you pass out after three rounds. There’s no way you can handle me when I’m like this.”

You gasped, an offended hand on your chest, “That’s not true- I mean- yes maybe- but my husband is in pain! What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t even try?”

Before he could even say anything, you grabbed your coat and shrugged it off of you, making him gasp as the fabric fell to the ground. You were just about to pull your dress off when Keigo broke out of his cocoon and surged forward so fast you could barely process it. He gripped you by the collar and pulled you towards him, the man still kneeling on the bed but even so, his face was in line with yours.

“You really- really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He growled, looking more animalistic than you’ve ever seen him. You gulped as you felt his hot breath fan your face, the look in his eyes making you shiver. You sex life was perfectly fine and quite satisfying but even through your years long relationship, you’d never seen him have this look- this ferocity- this…desperation in his eyes.

You felt your pussy quiver already, Keigo hissing as he saw your pupils dilate.

“I’m serious!” he said, grunting as he could smell the heat off of you, trying his best to not jump you and rip your clothes off, “This won’t be normal. I’ll go round after round- constantly fucking you and cumming inside you- You can beg me to stop but once I start- there’s no stopping.”

You gulped, hands going back to your dress to start unravelling it.

“Baby- take this seriously!” Keigo snapped, frustrated, “I know you think it’s all fun and games but- but-“

His thought trailed off as you managed to push your dress off of your shoulders, the fabric falling in a heap on the floor, leaving you clad in your underwear.

“…Fuck it.”

You squealed as your husband grabbed you by the hips, picking you up enough to turn around and throw you onto the bed, making you crash into your pile of clothing. You licked your lips as he all but pounced on you, the man making work of his pants as he pressed his lips against your, stealing your breath away.

This was going to be a long night~

~~~~~

Slurp “Ah baby-“ Mwah schuck shuck “Just like that- fuck me- keep pumping that cock- mmmph~”

You gasped as Keigo latched onto your nipple mercilessly, suckling on you like a baby as he lied down on the bed, torso supported on your lap, wings and all. Your left hand pumped his hard member as he suckled on you, pre-cum dripping down it like a faucet, making his dick so slick- it was like you had lathered it with lube.

His cock was hot and needy, the tip so red you wondered if it hurt. He was panting against you like a dog in heat- but it was rather a bird in heat. Your nipple was slick with saliva, drool dripping down the curve of your tit. He was sucking on your sensitive bud so hard it took your breath away, you bare pussy gushing at his moans.

Both of you were stark naked, clothes tossed all over the place and in definite need of a wash once this was over. Your spine shivered as Keigo moaned against your nipple, biting down on it gently when your hand paid special attention to the tip of his cock.

“Babe- fuck- gonna cum!”

“Wh- already?” you asked, surprised. It wasn’t even five minutes since you got your hands on him. He groaned in frustration against you, giving your nipple another bite before he simply snuggled his face between your tits, sighing happily as he felt the weight of them against him.

“I’ll cum fast but- mmph- I’ll cum a lot- oh fuck- yes- yes- cumming- cumming!”

With a shout, Hawks arched his back as he climaxed, making you gasp as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his tip. Your eyes widened at the amount, a seemingly never-ending stream of white ejaculated out of his cock and onto your hands, coating your fingers. Some of his cum spurt out with such force it stained his chest and a bit of his chin. He moaned loudly- shamelessly as he shivered from the pleasure, his balls throbbing from each pump of his cum.

Eventually, he relaxed a bit, taking in deep breaths as he snuggled his face harder against your breasts, a happy grin on his face. You blinked as you pulled you hand away from his cock, gulping at the sheer amount of cum on your fingers. Your whole hand was covered, webs of cum created as your spread your fingers apart. It looked like twice- maybe even thrice the amount of semen your husband would usually let out when he came.

“…The tissues are in the bedside drawer.” Keigo said, smirking at your shocked expression and getting off of you long enough for you to get the box of tissues and wipe your hand clean.

“Let’s go again.” He demanded, his hand groping at his still hard cock, looking at you like you were her prey, “I want to taste that pussy.”

~~~~~

“Ah- Ah- fuck- honey- right there!”

Hawks moaned against you, shaking his head from left to right, tongue dragging across every inch of your sopping cunt, “Here? Yeah?”

He gulped down your juices like he was a man dying of thirst, his hand in between his legs as he jerked off. Suckling on your nipples and getting a handjob was amazing- but he could never deny himself the pleasure of lapping at your cunt while he touched himself. It was one of his favourite hobbies.

“God- I love this pussy- love this pussssy so much~” he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sealed his slick lips around your clit and gave it a toe-curling suck, your cries tuned out over the sound of him slobbering all over you. It was messy and sloppy but oh so good! You arched your back, your hands tangled in his hair and you wondered if you wanted to push him away or pull him in even more. The sloppy sound of him sucking you up and drinking your juices made your face turn so red, it reached your ears, the noises and moans leaving your mans mouth making your heart rate increase.

Was he in heat or was it you?

Keigo stuck his tongue out lewdly and started flicking at your clit, pumping his cock in time with every movement, your little bud at his mercy. His feathers shook with the force of his hand, the man moaning against your clit and making your ears ring from the sensation. He once again opened his mouth wide before he took your whole pussy in his mouth, making out with her like he does with you.

“Keigoooo- oh God- s-slow down!” you whined, trembling underneath his merciless actions. He shook his head no against you, once again dragging his tongue all over you. He sucked your pussy lips into his mouth for a second before he said:

“No stopping. No slowing down. Now- cum in my mouth.”

~~~~~

“Fuuuck!” Keigo gasped as he couldn’t control his hips as he started pumping into your mouth, “Take it- take it- take my fucking cock!”

You gagged around your husband’s member, his dick pumping in and out of your throat, fucking it like it was your cunt. Having you lying on your back with your head leaning over the edge, you felt his balls clap against your forehead as Keigo fucked into your face, blood rushing to your head. The position gave you no choice but to take it- saliva and spittle leaving your mouth and dripping upwards. Your pussy quivered from the ghost of your orgasm, the sensation of his tongue on your slit still lingering and the warmth of the semen he splashed over your cunt making you tingle. You were stained with copious amounts of his seed, his second orgasm just as explosive as the first one and your whole pussy was covered in white.

It was only a matter of time before it was pumped inside.

Gawk Gawk gawk- hah- slurp- slurp- gawk

“Fuck baby- I can see my cock- fuuuck- imprint on your throat! It’s so hot!”

You could only imagine the view. Your tits bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusting- your neck stretched to accommodate the position which made it more evident when the bulge of his member showed up. He hissed as his hands went to your chest, squeezing your jugs and using them as leverage to pump faster against you.

“Y-You ok baby?” he asked, mind dizzy from the pleasure, surprised that he was still able to string sentenced together, “You can take it- ah- right?”

You gurgled around his cock, the vibrations making his knees buckle as he picked up the pace. Drool coated his balls, his sack slapping against your face harder as he mercilessly pumped into you, chasing his pleasure. You squealed as he suddenly pushed himself as deep as he could go and stayed there, your nose pressing against his nuts as his hands left your tits to instead reach for your legs. Your back arched off the bed, eyes watering as his cock was pushed impossibly deep, your fingers gripping the sheets below you tightly as he spread your knees apart, baring him your cum stained pussy. You squealed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding between your pussy lips as he sought out your dripping hole.

“Ah- fuck baby- let me- mmmph- stretch this cunt out for my cock~”

~~~~~

Plap plap plap plap plap

  Your fingers dug into the skin of Keigos back- well- as much as you could considering the wings sprouting from his back. Said wings were slightly flapping, almost helping him thrust into your cunt with as much force as possible. Legs wrapped around his waist, your moans were swallowed by his tongue down your throat, your husbands’ eyes open and drinking in your fucked out expression even as he pounded you.

His balls clapped against your ass as his fat, throbbing cock pumped in and out of you, the drag of his veiny member against the ribbed texture of your cunt making both of you groan from the pleasure. You gasped as you broke the kiss, turning you head away so you could get a second to catch your breath. You felt him licking your skin to occupy his mouth, grateful that he was giving you a moment to collect yourself even as his tongue dragged over your cheek and upto your ear. You shivered as he ran his tongue along your ear before sticking it inside, the sensation making your whole body shudder.

After swallowing his cum (to the best of your abilities) and cumming around his fingers, Keigo didn’t give you even a second before he changed positions, spreading your legs so he could slide his cock inside your poor, sensitive pussy. His hips moved like a machine, rutting into you like it was the last thing he’d do. You gasped as the curve of his cock constantly hit your special spot each time he thrust in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation.

…maybe you did bite off more than you could chew.

~~~~~

“Haa-aa-aawks!” you called out, voice jumping from the force of his thrusting. He simply grunted in response; his cock somehow still rock hard as he took you from behind. The cum he had dumped into your pussy was leaking out and staining the sheets, but he didn’t really care. He was going to pump another load into you afterall.

“B-Break- fuck- I need a b-break!” you pleaded, ass clapping back against his hips, his mouth watering at the ripple of your plush skin.

“No way.” He growled, raising a hand and smacking your ass cheek, loving your squeal as he left a handprint behind, “I warned you. We’re not fucking stopping!”

Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, elbows giving in as your torso fell to the mattress, leaving you face down, ass up. You panted against the pillow as the position somehow drove his cock deeper inside you, his cum staining your thighs and his balls. His cock was practically covered in white, Keigo churning up the semen inside of you and it was so filthy, it made your head spin.

“Fuck- gonna cum baby!” he cried out as he felt his balls tighten, the familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm making his body tingle, “Pump this pussy with my seed- let’s get you pregnant, ok?”

You simply moaned against the pillow; your noises muffled by the fabric as tears left your eyes. Your eyes widened and you shrieked as Keigo leaned over you and slid his hand down to your cunt, his fingers easily finding your clit.

“Ah- ah- Kei- fuck!” you panted against the pillow, your body going into overdrive as he started swiping at your sensitive, swollen bud, “too much- too- ah- fuck!”

The two of you climaxed simultaneously, the familiar sensation of your husband pumping copious amounts of cum inside you pushed you to your orgasm, your pussy squirting and spraying liquid all over the mattress.

You collapsed flat on the bed, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy throbbed, Keigos’ cum seeping out of you like a flood. You didn’t need to look back to know he was still hard and ready to go again.

“…Spread your legs. I need to eat out your asshole.”

“Wh- Keigo- eep!”

You squealed as the man gripped onto your ass cheeks before spreading them apart, exposing your puckered rim to him before he surged forward, planting his face right between your cheeks. You babbled at he started greedily lapping at your hole, shamelessly moaning as he tasted you. You shrieked, body once again getting overstimulated as his ran his tongue over your rim. The two of you dabbled in a bit of anal over the years but never in such a…desperate manner.

He smacked your ass before he shook his head between your cheeks, motorboating you butt as he played with you like a toy, his cock hard and leaking between his legs.

You tried to remember where you kept the lube.

~~~~~

The sun was up.

Fuck.

The sun was rising.

And you two were still having sex.

Well, Hawks was. You passed out during the middle of things and you had given him permission to use you even after you blacked out. Your body really couldn’t take any more orgasms and it shut down at some point.

You awoke with a start, several sensations hitting you all at once, making your head spin. You were lying on top of Keigo, your head nestled against his neck as he pumped his hips up and into you. You gasped as you felt the burn of his cock in your ass, his thick member stretching out your barely used hole. The glide was significantly easier than the first time he fucked your ass tonight thanks to all the cum lubing you up.

“L-Last one baby!” Keigo panted, somehow looking stunning even through the many hours of sex and orgasms, “Ready? Yeah? Want my cum?”

“H-Hurry up…” you groaned, your body still weak and tingly from when you passed out. You had lost count of the number of times you came as well as the number of times Keigo came. You stopped counting after six. Your body was fucked within an inch of its life and you had no more energy and so, you simply lied on top of him like a ragdoll, panting against his neck as he embraced you tightly. His hips bucked up into you, his thighs flexing deliciously as he chased his pleasure.

“Cumming- fuck- cumming!!”

With a final shout, his head tossing back and eyes rolling to the back of his head, Hawks came one more time. You mewled as his seed filled you up but you noted that it was significantly less that what you had endured all night. You felt his chest deflate, like a load was taken off of his shoulders (and his balls), the man finally relaxing.

“Fuuuck…” he said, gently pulling his cock out of you and thankfully, he was now soft, “That was…insane…”.

You nodded against him, grimacing as you finally got a second to note the condition of your body, i.e. covered in sweat and cum and stuffed full of semen that was continuously leaking out of you.

“Y-You ok baby?” Keigo asked and you couldn’t help but smile. He was clearly trying to fight sleep, his rut having left him and rendering him exhausted yet satisfied, no longer tormented by the heat.

“I’ll be ok.” You said, kissing his neck, “…But no sex for a month. I think I almost died.”

You felt his chuckle rumble in his chest, “I warned you, baby bird.”

“Mmmm. You did.”

“Speaking of baby, you’re probably knocked up, right?”

“…Probably.”

“…Nice.”

[gojoed]

I cried not once but twice!! in these last three hours, thanks to watching s5; I finally got around to it!!