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An Evening with Hawks

(art by kuroshinki on Twitter)

“Something wrong baby bird?” A familiar voice growled into your ear. You could help but feel shivers down your spine and an ‘eep’ escaped your lips. After that embarrassing display, your lover, Keigo Takami walked from around you. His mane of hair was unkempt as usual and his smile that made you insane was plastered on his face like a beacon to make you weak in the knees. He was in his day clothes, as per rule of the Bladehyme café. Looking around there were heroes and villains alike enjoying their dates. It was in Hosu City, nestled in an abandoned subway tunnel, a place constantly cool and no prying eyes of civilians who’d be victims or confused at the circumstances of this establishment. This place was a sanctuary, to villains and heroes alike, anyone who refused to respect that, would lose all memories of this place and its location. But none of that truly mattered at the moment, your knight in feathered armor was standing before you, with a hunger in his eyes. You knew that look; “Dinner,” for him, didn’t end here. He then smiled and sat himself down, “Have you ordered yet? I’m starving.”

You nod, knowing it’s not ‘wise’ to keep him waiting, but then again, his punishments are why you keep coming back for more. You ordered him jiaozi, lo mai gai, and some char siu bao to start with. Considering you didn’t know if he was going to be peckish, pun completely intended, or if he was going to try and buy all of Bladehymes stock, the food you ordered was a good start. Keigo adjusted himself and began to slip his drink, just enjoying the atmosphere. He did not make eye contact and that scared you, either he was unfathomably horny or today’s missions irked him he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

It’s not a long dinner, Keigo made it clear what he wanted when he finished the food you ordered him and didn’t get anything else. You asked if he wanted to get dessert or some boba tea, instead he flew you to his apartment. It’s not the first time he’s flown you back to his place. But this was different, there was no small talk, no charming smile, just his calculating blank stare.

“Take off our shoes,” he ordered as he opened his patio window. You obey and he checks out your ass, you could feel his gaze, making you blush. He then smacks your rear hard with a compliment slipping out of his lips, “You’re looking tasty tonight.”

You gasp as your buttock stung with pleasure and delight. You turned back to him and his shirt was already mostly unbuttoned. His tone body making your face a similar color to the welt on your ass. He catches you checking him out and he beckons you over with a curling finger. You sheepishly look away from him and he adjusts his shirt letting you look at his collar bone. His most charming smirk grew on his face as he commented:

“It’s cute when you beg.”

That was all you needed to know. Keigo laughed as you sucked on his collar bone, as you assisted with stripping his shirt away. You didn’t have to worry about our clothes, he’d remove them with his bad ass quirk. You felt your body being tickled as his feathers removed your items of clothing. Either by gently removing it, or feeling the slow sharp points of the quills shredding your pants, from hem all the way up to the waistband. They worked with such elegance and precision, you almost thought about teasing him about getting a career as a surgeon. But you know doing that would only end with him digging those feathers into your skin, and that was a part of the plan for later. His hands were clawing through your hair, and you couldn’t help but hear him chuckle through a moan of pleasure, “Even cuter when you’re naked before me, baby bird.”

You felt your face and groin grow hot with him uttering that pet name. You looked down and your clothes were either nicely folded, or shredded and folded. He called it the first time he saw you, as if he was claiming you. He has made you his own since then, and you have no objections. You felt two feathers stabbing into your neck, not deep enough to kill, just enough to feel small droplets of blood surrounding the shafts of his crimson feathers, as they slowly dragged your head down to his still soft shaft. You knew better than trying to resist. You had scars from resisting, and that would come later. But not before you did. You looked to the ground, looking at his member always made you blush. As you looked down, you could see your clothes were either nicely folded, or shredded and folded.

“Come on little bird,” He purred, one of his feathers tilting your head towards his to make eye contact with you, his sub. You tried to look away, but the only place you could look away, would be to his slowly hardening shaft. Making eye contact with his one eyed snake, you couldn’t help but blush again, you knew every inch of it, like it knew every inch of your insides. He gently lifted his cock towards your face, just a hair away from brushing your lips. He began, “I know you just ate, but certainly you left room for-”

You relax your throat and let his length into your mouth, moaning softly to speed up his erection process. You loved this game, but being faced fucked at this moment would make you weak in your knees and you couldn’t be put into that headspace this early into the night. In his surprise, he let out a small moan as well, your surprise deepthroat catching him off guard. Using his surprise to your advantage you continue to swallow more and more of him, bobbing your head with such rhythm you were forgetting to breathe and didn’t care, the look on his face was worth the tears.

“Getting ahead of yourself there baby bird?” Keigo asked, pulling your hungry mouth away from his shaft. You attempted to lick his tip, to get some of the prefluid that was dripping in small beads onto the floor. You don’t want to lose a drop of that ambrosia. You feel the feathers pierce a bit deeper making you gasp in pain, such action made your groin tremble with desire. You knew better than to play with yourself, he taught you how things are meant to be done. Like clock work he brought his face towards yours and caressed your face with his hand as he purred into your soul, “Lay on your back.”

You nod and move feeling the feathers releasing your neck, giving you permission to lay down as instructed. Before he began his assault of your entrance, his hands and feathers caressed every curve, birth defect, everything that made you. Then the feathers began to slowly claw your skin, leaving small paper cut like wounds and droplets of blood began to spill out of you, making your body quiver. He chuckled seeing bodies' natural response. He licked some of your crimson droplets of life, his warm tongue covering your body, making you closer to the brink than being used was. You cover your mouth, to silence your pleasure, but fail miserably.

“Someone is feeling desperate,” He teased, pinching your exposed nipples, causing you to moan more. His laugh was cruel and sexy, and making you want him more. He released your areolas and lifted his tongue away from the injuries he blessed you with, as he placed himself, ready to penetrate you finally. He made eye contact with you, you fear to look away, but feel your body relax as it puckers in anticipation. He exhales as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders as he confessed, “Good thing I am as well.”

You finally scream as he rigorously begins to plow you. His hands and feathers in tandem clawing up and down your thighs. Your vision blurs and you struggle to breath as ecstasy fills you. He’s not caring if he’s treating you, it feels like he’s trying to break you with his thrusts, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Your lower back is lifted off the bed as you feel him trying to ram deeper into you. You reach out to grab onto his shoulders to try and balance, instead grabbing and pulling his hair. Looking back you don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The carnal growl that escaped his bitten lips, snapped you out of the blissful stupor you found yourself in. As he used your hand placement on his main of blond hair as a guide to fuck you senselessly.

“You’ve cum so much baby bird,” He pants seeing the results of your bodies natural responses to being used in such a way. You don’t respond, you couldn’t, your breathing erratic and head still spinning. He pulled out and gently tapped your face to bring you back to this reality only for your heart to stop as he smiled, “Bend over.”

You take a moment to breathe, your lungs remembering they have a job. Your brain then takes, you don’t know how long but it feels like an eternity, to check to see if all your parts still functioned. Your first major problem was that you couldn’t feel your legs, they were numb, your groin ached with how much you’ve cum, and your head was still spinning like one of those classic cartoon characters. He was feeling generous today, as he let you take your time turning around, but that didn’t stop him from gently playing with you with his hands. You mumble a protest, and he laughs in amusement and continues onwards. You stumble with no elegance onto your stomach. Before you had your proper footing you felt him reenter you, with a wet popping noise.

“It fascinates me when you’re this tight even after all this. Raw. Sloppy. Sex.” He growled into your ear, but he thrusted the last three words into you. His body was close to yours as you felt him deep inside of you. You let out a whimper as a retort as the dizziness you were experiencing before was replaced with seeing stars.

If what he did before was “raw sloppy sex”, you didn’t know what this was classified as. His hands were locked around your neck and his balls bouncing off you at such extreme speed the experience was mind melting. The only thing that escaped your mouth was calls for deity, and complimenting Keigo; at this point you worshiped his cock like it was divine. You didn’t know how many times you came, but you were sure that organ was broken.

“You’ve earned,” He bit your ear as you felt his manhood twitching deep within you. He had a handful of rabbit fucking strokes left in him until he released a full tank into you. He didn’t stop as he released, as if he wanted to make sure your insides and outsides were covered in his cream. Your body was covered in a mixture of your fluids and your own. A shower would be mandatory, but something for the morning. The side of his hand brushed your face, as he smiled and kissed your lips, “You did good baby bird, you did good.”

You shortly drifted off to sleep after that last bit of praise. You felt him cuddle behind you sometime later that evening. In this moment, it was perfect.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I haven’t posted in a while, I don’t know if I’m back, but here’s something I decided to start working on as a celebration of being clean for 6 years. 

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Fighting and Fucking Buddies (Boston and Rimita)

Chapter 1

This whole shindig had been a bust. A causal trip with their grandchild Viper to get them out of their whole house arrest situation had turned into a goose chase, trying to find out who blew up a centuries old temple, and murdered two civilians who had cybernetic enhancements. That led to a street fair to raise money on damages. Then going to a cult meeting to discover children were being pumped full of magical energy, committing some light arson, breaking and entering via a portal. More arson,more violence, splitting up the party, several times. Going back to some of the scenes of the crime, only for Rimita to get drugged and thrown into the back of a van. As she’s the old woman with candy! What an ironic and cruel twist. Luckily The rest of the people she’d come to find herself working with were able to get onto the bus, save her, and that’s about all they could do. 

Rimita was standing outside the police department, with the tin man, Baldric, who seemed to be either zoning out or just enjoying the scenery. There wasn’t much conversation between the two of them. Despite being the “oldest” of this clusterfuck, they come from very different walks of life. Rimita, a halfling grandmother from the slums with a long history of participating in gladiatorial style battles, and Baldrick, the fancily dressed butler that was now hanging out with a pair of cowboys. It’s a bizarre circumstance to say the least. “And that’s why I never like going to one of those buildings,” The human, Boston Jones, grumbled, lighting a cigarette while being followed by his… associate? side kick? The orc named Nash was a sweetheart who loved Rimitas sweets she carried on her. And the one trailing behind, who was definitely the one this message was for. The government worker, Fenrana, was unbelievably green, but was intelligent and cared. Rimita prayed that their sympathy never left them. The golden girl snapped back to the conversation at hand when Boston turned to Fenrana tapping off the ashes from the cigarette, “Full of people who do a shit ton of talking, not a lot of actin’.” 

“Boston,” Fenrana sighed, looking back at the building, “The police chief said they’d assist in our investigation, right now we are in the waiting phase.” 

“We’d better be getting paid for this fucking ‘waiting phase,’” Boston grumbled looking at one of the large century drones flying buy into one of its assigned parking. He looked to Fenrana asking, “Any particular address I should send this bill to? Considering I’m working alongside an investigator of your city.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for your church to pay your fee?” Fenranra asked. Boston’s cigarette dropped out of his mouth in surprise and probably anger. Not noticing the change in the cowboys demeanor, Fenrana continued, “This is an internal affair, with off brand cultists from their religion. The are at fault just as much-”

Boston shut Fenrana up real quick as his fist glowed with divine energy and left an imprint in the solid concrete. His hand paused and then retracted it, cracking his knuckles. He didn’t seem too surprised by that display. After a few more seconds of silence he walked off. 

“I really want to fight you know.” Rimita blurted seeing the display of raw power from Jones. Boston gave her crooked confused look for a moment then continued the road.

“Thank you for not using that aggression on me,” Fen joked trying to see if they could make the cowboy laugh, Jones didn’t even let out a chuckle. They looked to the group and asked, “Should I go talk-”

“I think you’ve said enough bud.” Nash, the athletic orc grumbled to the inspector. Nash and Boston seemed to have an impressive bond. Rimita hadn’t seen any signs with how close they were, but they did time together, which makes the mind wonder. Rimita wanted to ask either of the cowboys but now didn’t seem like the right time.  

“Where is Master Boston going?” Baldric asked, noticing that everyone else watching the cowboy wander away from them and the police station. No one responded so the automaton asked, not seeing the tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife, “Do you think he wishes us to follow?” 

“I think-” Nash began to suggest but then Boston cut him off, overhearing the conversation:

“Stop standing around like a bunch of dumb fucks outside the police station,” Boston shouted back, taking out a cigarette, “You look like a bunch of tourists.”        

The group followed after Boston but at a distance, they didn’t know if he was going to do something extreme, or dangerous. They followed him to a restaurant with a bar, surprising no one. They all shuffle after him, and he was ordering food and drinks for the party. It was happy hour, and it was packed. All were able to relax for the first time these four days they’ve adventuring together. 

“What did you mean by that?” Boston asked, looking at Rimita giving her a fresh shot. He hadn’t breathed a word to anyone, not really, other than telling them to just eat and drink, they all needed a pick me up after going to the dud that was the police chef.  “What are you referring to?” Rimita asked,taking the shot happily. She downed it with one fluid motion, the buzz was on and the stresses of the bull shit were beginning to fade away. “Define fighting,” Boston requested, eyeing the halfling woman. She raised a smug eyebrow, Boston shrugged, “There are many forms of fighting, I don’t want to assume shit.” “Fair question,” Rimita confessed, spinning the brim of the shot glass on the table. Her cheeks glowing with color. She cleared her throat and then confessed, “Truth be told, either. This whole adventure has been kind of shit.” 

“Kind of?” Boston scoffed, taking a drink from his own glass. Rimita had noticed in the two hours they had been here, he’d been hugging the same drink, probably for the best, but in this city? It used to be safe; you wouldn’t have to be stingy with your drinks. Boston finished his sip and said, “Has anything about this job been fun?”

“I don’t know, breaking and entering is always a bit of fun,” Rimita pointed out, but then looked down to their empty glass, “But yeah, other than that, these disappearing cultists are the biggest cock tease for my hammer and myself.” 

“That’s a sentence I didn’t expect to hear from you today,” Boston winked, he then waved over the bartender getting another round of shots. He then gave a once over to Rimita, “But I agree, these cultists are the biggest killjoy I’ve dealt with in a while.”

“Thanks for the shot,” Rimita smiled at the bartender, who put on his best customer service smile and then hurried off to his regulars. Rimita looked down to the whiskey and then asked, “Does this shot come with any expectations?”

“Nah,” Boston shook his head, taking it in his hand, “Life is too cruel to have expectations, just live each moment like your last and you won’t have any regrets.” 

“Spoken like someone who’s lost everything,” Rimita commented, Boston didn’t respond, and the halfling didn’t feel like prying, mainly because that would cause her to have to spill her own beans. She lifted the shot in a toasting motion, “To no regrets?” 

“To no regrets.” And they drank.* * *

“Baldric either power off or piss off,” Rimita ordered the automaton as she dragged Boston by the belt to his room. The cowboy had no issue being dragged around, he had even less issues when she dropped, stripped his pants hungerly and smiled at his length. Using nearly two centuries of experience she smiled, “Not bad Jones, this will itch that scratch I have nicely.” 

“I bet it will,” Boston smiled, enjoying the size comparison between his tool and the woman wielding it. He didn’t doubt he’d make it fit, nor did he doubt she’d beg him to stop. He then asked, taking a cigarette out for himself, “You just gonna hold it or am I gonna have to tell you to suck it?” “Oh I will be sucking it,” She confirmed giving it a kiss on the top of his pecker. She then took a cigar out for herself and gestured to Boston to light it, “But not quite yet.” “What’s the plan then?” Boston inquired, while lighting her drug of choice. She took a few puffs, seeming to focus herself before looking at Jones in the eyes as she unzipped her uniform in one fluid motion. He smiled, “You’ve practiced that alot.”

“I only show that trick to those that impress me,” She replied taking a long drag from her cigar, she looked over at him, “What you did to that concrete impressed me, your piece? Adequate for how you walk around.” “Getting hard to keep it erect with all this sweet talking.” “My point is,” Rimita responded, grabbing the cowboy by the balls, who flinched accordingly, “You will make sure I’m prepared for you, and then I shall return the favor. If you have the strength, I can grant you a chance to enter my baby maker. Do we have a deal?” 

Boston didn’t respond, he picked up the golden girl and began to devour her rose, while still standing up. She let out a growl of surprise before inhaling the cigar. The blood flowed to her head and she started to stroke Boston's lower head.  

“N-not bad cowboy,” Rimita complimented, her head becoming light, Boston didn’t respond, he continued his work, stimulating her ferociously. He didn’t stop until she shouted, “You gotta place me down, I’m either gonna hurl or faint, and I’m too old to go to the hospital just from oral.” 

Boston put her down onto his bed, but his tongue never was out of her. She locked her legs around his head and began to stimulate herself while he did his work. “Fuck,” She squeaked as she came hard on him, her legs cutting off his airflow, instead of attempting to escape he continued his work, perhaps his tongue trying to dig his way to a place with air. Eventually she let him go, and he gasped for air, clearly her grip was impressive. Watching this display she asked, “I’m assuming you’ll want the same kind of treatment?” 

“If you don’t want to suck my dick then hop on it,” Boston said once his face returned to its normal color.  She raised an eyebrow at him, he shrugged and explained, “I’ve seen you base someone's head in, I’m not forcing someone who laughs when they kill people to suck my dick.” “Smart man,” she smiled looking over his piece before lifting her legs up making it clear she was ready for him. As he adjusted himself to enter, she put one of her feet on his chest, stopping him, and ordered, “You’ll cum when I tell you to, understood?”

Boston didn’t respond but he did thrust himself inside of her rose. She smiled and left out a small sigh, indicating pleasure, once he heard that, and got comfortable, he began his strikes. Rimita didn’t see the golden glow that he used to destroy the concrete, but she began to see stars for sure. He was through and knew exactly what he was doing. The old barbarian was trying to keep quiet, but the paladin wasn’t giving her a moment or for a reaction or a turn of her own. 

“Are you a monk?” She gasped after her third climax. She attempted to make eye contact with him as she said the punch line, “Cause your poundings are quite the stunning strike.” 

The attempt of a joke seemed to make the cowboy lose his cool for a moment because he paused to look down at her. His eyes were different, they seemed colder, more violent. Before she could ask what was wrong, he flipped her onto her stomach and reentered her. “W-wait,” She gasped feeling him enter again, she didn’t think she needed to get a safe word, however she didn’t think she’d need one with him. After a few dozen strokes, she decided she wouldn’t want to use one anyway. Feeling used like this was something she hadn’t done in a long time. Both his hands were wrapped around her waist and guiding her, she felt his sack slap against her clit with every stroke and it was a sting of surprise every time. She finally lifted her head up to look back at him, he was watching her movements, not a word uttered. She then shouted smiling, “Fuck this and fuck you. Give it to me harder.” 

That's when he lifted her up, wrapped his hands around her midsection and used her like a fleshlight. Perhaps not what she expected but she wasn’t going to complain. She could tell he was probably going to fail his constitution check soon as well, because after a few dozen thrusts, he changed how he was using her. She actually preferred this, feeling him reenter her slowly and then feeling his full length stab deep into her. It felt more sensual and less like he was trying to break her in half. Which, truth be told, wasn't what she told him to do, but this wasn’t something she was going to oppose. “You know what Jones?” Rimita smiled after orgasm five, “Finish how you’d like, I think you’ve more than earned it.” 

“I’ve earned it?” He growled pulling her up to his ear, she felt her body quiver, and not just because of the intense sex, it was almost fear. Fear of this holy man, or maybe his holy sword, she couldn’t tell but she was here for this. She began to say something, one of his hands grabbed her by the throat, “No, you will beg for my cum to fill you. Are we clear?”

“Prove it,” She said, biting one of his fingers, knowing full well that it would probably bite her in the ass. It surprised her when his dick made a wet pop and then was in her ass. She let out a yelp of surprise before commenting, “I didn’t think you were ballsy enough to try my back door.” 

“You didn’t punch me when I did it,” Boston bluntly stated, He then thrust more of himself inside her, she moaned in delight, in tandem with her toes curling. Boston could only smile, “And you came when I put it all the way in.” 

He waited for her to respond but it appeared she was in bliss. Either that or she was having a stroke, but the cowboy checked and she seemed to be just fine. So he did the gentlemanly thing and fucked her ass till he came inside her. “Guess you’ll have to invite me to the bedroom to get me to take orders,” He smiled, laying her down and then smacking her ass. Her body twitches involuntarily, his holy cream dripping out of her. He laughed to himself as he covered her with a sheet and blanket and laid himself down on the floor with one of the spare pillows. He then recalled something and opened calms to his original roommate, “Hey Baldrick, you can return to the room.” “Certainly Master Jones,” The brass automaton responded. It was under a minute before the cowboy heard a knock on his door, he let the former butler in who, when seeing the covered woman face down ass up, asked, “Will Lady Rimita be staying in here for the night?” “Probably,” Boston nodded, finishing a cigarette. As the butler went to check on her Boston shook his head, “She’s alive and well, we had a sparring session.” “I see,” Baldric nodded, looking between the two of them. He then asked Boston a knowing twinkle in his blue bulb eyes, “I assume it was a fruitful match?” “We’re both sweaty and tired,” Boston replied,adjusting the pillow and blanket, “So yeah, I’d say it was fruitful, as you put it.” “Should I expect such matches to commence in the future?” Baldric said going to his designated charging corner.

“Up to her to be honest,” Boston shrugged looking over to where Rimtia was laying, “But probably.” “Very well Master Boston,” Baldrick nodded, lowering his head, indicating he was powering down, before he did so he made a comment that still makes Boston laugh to this day, “Even despite her age,and unexpected pregnancy is very unlikely-using protection is one of the best ways to-”

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