Every time I see you active after being away for a while my love for Hawks rekindles, and it makes me so incredibly happy. 🤍
thank you so much, dearest. this is amazing to hear (´ ∀ ` *) i can’t think of a sweeter compliment...in that case, i hope to keep your love for hawks going as long as i can! ♡
some writers on here are very obviously utilizing ai, and it pains me that nobody recognizes it. work just crawling with utterly nonsensical and useless similes.
i do think keigo would be ridiculously eager to cover you in visible marks, by the way. to the point where he won’t let you leave his bed without some pretty purple bruises and teeth-mark imprints blotched all the way down the length of your neck to remember him by. and he will get hard if you complain about this in any capacity. just in case you were wondering.
okay ik u don’t write for him much butttt maybe more hawks fics??
like him and jealous bunny reader maybe cause yk he has all those fangirls and he has to tame her lil attitude when she gets all whiny about it
okay this might be ridicdic 🤧
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a/n: i had to sift for this bc i’ve been thinking abt it since you sent it in 😖 this got too long im sorry
you’re trying your hardest to keep a smile on your face while keigo laughs and wraps his arms around fan after fan. you know he’s a pro and that he’s hot and charismatic and..
your tail twitches when a girl slides her fingers down his feathers.
“kei.” you softly whine and you can tell he heard you from the way his feathers ruffle.
he glances at you, mouthing ‘one minute’ and your ears flatten against your head. you start tapping your foot on the ground after ten minutes and when it hits fifteen you turn and walk away. you bat away the feather he sends flying after you but it follows after you at a distance.
you walk into your favorite boutique, eyeing the cute sets you’ve had you eyes on before taking a couple and walking to a dressing room. when you peel off your clothes the feather slips its way under the curtain and tickles up your calf. you pout and bat it away again before sliding the silk nightie over your head.
you turn and admire yourself in the mirror, pouting when the feather grazes over your tummy and put towards your perked breasts before you grab it and hiss. “have fun with your fans and leave me alone.”
the curtain rips open. “now baby bunny.. is that anyway to talk to me.” keigo pushes himself into the dressing room with you, crowding you back against the wall. “hm?”
“what about the workers?” you press your hands to his chest.
“seems like it was their break time.” he hums, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against his body. “told me to get my little girlfriend whatever she wants and they’ll be back in an hour to ring us up.” one of his hands slips under the nightie and kneads your ass. “dunno if you deserve anything though cause of that attitude..” he steps back.
“please.” you blink up at him with round eyes.
he slips his other hand under the front of the nightie and teases a fingers up and down the center of your panties. your hands grip onto his arms, thighs starting to squish around his hand as he chuckles down at you. he dips lower, keeping his lips just out of reach so he can watch your face twist and the way your lop ears twitch when he presses against your clit.
he works you up so slowly until your whimpering so pretty for him, trying to reach up on your tippy toes to press your lifts to his but he keeps lifting his head. his chuckle skirts across your warm skin at your whine, wrapping and arm around your back to steady you while he circles his fingers faster on your soaking panties.
“keigo.. kei- hah! i’m gonna-aaahhh! kei!”
he pulls his hand away last minute stealing your orgasm from you. heat rushes to your cheeks and you feel your eyes gloss over with fresh tears. he unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out before he’s lifting you and pressing your back against the wall.
your legs wrap around his waist as he slides into you in one smooth motion. he can feel the way your cotton tail is flicking with the way he’s slowly fucking into you and he adjusts his hands so he can tug on it. he chuckles when you jerk in his arms, pussy clamping down around him while you reach for his wings.
“you play dirty bunny and i won’t let you cum again.” he nips at your neck and you opt to bury your fingers in his hair. “that’s my good girl.” he fucks into you faster.
each of your high pitched gasps are spilling straight into his ear. you’re pleading so so sweet for a kiss and when he finally presses his lips to yours, tears slip down your cheeks. he pulls back to lick away your tears, hips grinding into yours perfectly making him rub right against your clit.
“kei! kei im gonna- nghhh! kei!” you tug on his hair and fall apart in his arms.
he coos at you and fucks you through it, kissing all over your face until the coil in his stomach finally snaps and he fills you with ropes of cum. he presses you back against the wall, both of you panting and staring in each others eyes.
“still got that attitude?” he smiles when you shake your head. “alright then. go pick out whatever you want.” he lifts you off and adjusts your panties before leading you back out into the closed boutique with a spank to your ass.
congrats on 2k!!!!! could we get 21. with Hawks? :3
✦ 鷹見啓悟 / mdni
takami keigo ; “you drive me insane/fuck with my head”
your relationship with hawks is at a standstill. you want something more serious, but not only does his PR team desperately want him to maintain his flirty, playboy image, he also has horrendous abandonment issues, which prevents him from wanting to get too close to anyone, even you. you keep trying to pull away, but he’s just so pretty and endearing, and the sex is just so, so good.
“y-you drive me insane, angel … it fucks with my head, you have no idea.” he groans, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull as he seats himself fully in into your warm, tight heat. his hips languidly pull back and forth to meet yours, dragging deliciously against your walls, making your thoughts blur.
“you’re one to talk.” your words are distant, but your body is eagerly welcoming him into you ; your fingertips softly running along his strong core, feeling as his ribs contract, as his muscles flex with each thrust.
he laughs, a small huff of air against your neck. you don’t want to ruin the moment with your cynicism, but it’s difficult not to. sometimes you can’t help but picture him doing the exact same thing with someone else, someone prettier, with a better body, someone worthy of his full commitment. it hurts.
“it’s only you, and you know that. I think about you every second of every fucking day, whether I’m awake or asleep.” he’s breathless, kissing your jaw and down your neck, moaning sweetly in between soft grunts. he digs in harder, grinding his hips just right to rub your clit, making you gasp.
“m’gonna marry you one day.”
your breath hitches at his words and your pussy flutters, tightening around his thick length. part of you thinks this is just pillow talk, but he’s never said anything that serious before. he chokes a soft cry, whispering, “fuck, just like that. can’t let anyone else have you .. my precious little wife.”
you whine, “m’not worried about that right now, kei .. please just make me cum .. I was close until you opened your mouth.”
he giggles again, always amused when you’re being a brat. “yeah, yeah, I know … I guess I’ve spoiled you too much, huh? my cute little wifey, always gets exactly what she wants from me.”
you shake your head, because that’s far from the truth. “gonna be the prettiest mama ever … I can’t wait to nest up with you, my little love dove.”
“fuck, kei,” you’re quiet, but you really love when he dotes on you like this. you just hope that he means it.
“yeahh, now you don’t want me to stop talking, huh? thaaaat’s it, good girl, keep squeezin’ me like that, m’not gonna last either. god, you have a perfect cunt ... my perfect girl.”
“I’m — !!”
“I know.” he cuts you off, his thrusts perfectly hitting that sweet spot and you cling to him even harder. you’re sobbing into his shoulder as you cum on his pretty cock, thighs trembling, and soaking his abs. he loves it, can’t get enough of it.
he follows soon after you, filling you with his warmth. he meant every single word, and he’s already bought an engagement ring.
i’m around! i’m getting myself back into the rhythm of writing regularly again. it’s taken a bit, but i missed you all too much to stay away ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
you would think from how many of my works feature it as a theme that i would be really into edging and overstimulation but they’re not even in my top ten kinks. i just know that they’re keigo’s thing.
his chin slick and shiny with your juices, keigo glances up innocently from between your thighs. his normally feathery blond hair that sticks up impossibly in all directions no matter how many times he performatively rakes his hands through it is tumbling over his golden eyes, half-obscuring the wicked glint in their depths as he runs his tongue slowly over his lips. “huh? is something the matter, babe?”
you’re not fooled by his guileless façade—he knows what he’s doing to you. keigo is so attuned to every slight shift of your body, and can tell from the way your thigh muscles tense just so or your moans sweeten when you’re close. he’s spent at least forty minutes taking his time with you, swirling his tongue in slow, sinuous spirals over your throbbing clit, while his fingers work lazily inside of you, stroking your g-spot until you’re dizzy with pleasure. your palms ache where your nails have dug repeatedly into your skin, and you can feel the strain in your hips where you’ve been arching up into him as best you can with his lean arms holding you to the mattress.
“i need to cum,” you say, unable to keep the whine out of your voice. keigo’s smirk only widens, his sharp teeth glinting, wolflike, in the low light; he looks like he’s starving.
“we’ll get there eventually, sweet thing,” he assures you. “just a few more minutes, yeah?”
before you get the chance to respond, he uses his middle and index finger to spread your folds apart, licking into your aching cunt with the same smooth curl of his tongue as when he kisses you. your thoughts dissolve into a crackle of fuzzy gray static as your body hovers on the precipice of release, the feeling so familiar by now that it’s almost agonizing. your breaths are loud and harsh in the space between you, but keigo, somehow, is even louder, as if he’s the one being pleasured. his gravelly groans, low and rough in his chest, are muffled against your hole.
the electric pulse of ecstasy makes your skin tingle and your eyes roll back, your spine bowing off the bed. you’re almost there, you’re almost there, inches away from the sweet relief you know would utterly ruin you, and for a moment, you think that keigo is going to let it happen—that he’s finally going to bring you over that edge, release you from the torment of anticipation that has kept your whole body thrumming like a live wire for what feels like hours upon hours.
but then he pulls back, and the stimulation is gone. it’s enough to make you sob, your chest heaving. you reach for him blindly, your eyes blurred over with tears—it would take so little to finish you off now, just a little longer and that burning hot thread pulling your body taut would have snapped. then you feel keigo’s mouth bump lightly against your inner thigh, and your vision clears enough that you watch him bow his head, purse his lips, and ghost a hot breath over your swollen clit.
your senses fracture as the orgasm tears through you as fiercely as a riptide. you writhe helplessly against the bed, every coherent thought left washed away in a coalescence of pleasure. helplessly, your wail fills the room, almost drowning out keigo’s raspy chuckle as he watches you from under hooded eyelids, looking impossibly proud of himself.
you’re still weak from the aftershocks as he kisses his way up your body and up to your face, his mouth inches from yours. that self-assured grin causes the corners of his lips to lilt up as he murmurs, “how’s that?”
you could hit him, if you had the strength. instead, all you can manage in response is a hoarse, wavering whimper, and keigo’s eyes melt. the kisses he peppers over your hairline and forehead are impossibly affectionate, each one a warm pinprick against your feverishly hot skin.
“there we go. all better, right?” he pulls back, surveys your body, and it seems that his unfaltering longing for you only grows, sparking to life like fresh kindling added to a flame. “you can go again, sweetheart, can’t you? i know you can.”
we love you, kay? sorry if this sounds half-assed but im struggling to form words but hope it delivers atleast a little bit of reassuremnt.
you don’t understand how much even this means to me; i don’t need etudes of appreciation—the fact that i am privileged enough to earn any care at all from my readers means the world to me. i love you!
checked my blog for the first time in months and i’m genuinely shocked to see the amount of positive reception i’ve gotten on my fics. wow. hello, everyone. i think i need to start writing again...