Been seeing a lot about thigh fucking recently and wanted to add my own voice to the mix.
The biggest appeal, for me, is the inherent degradation. You're fucking my thighs through my leggings because you're just not good enough for my pussy, are you? Not ready for the real thing? Maybe I think you should have to prove yourself first. Maybe I know that if you did get what you wanted, you'd cum too soon and I'd be even more bored than I am now. Maybe I like you whimpering and desperate, but I'd never say it; if I wanna keep you that way I have to keep you wanting just. Like. This.
I probably wouldn't even look at you; I certainly wouldn't the first time. My thighs should be more than enough for you; are you really worth my attention? I'd just be lying down, maybe playing games on my Gameboy, maybe scrolling through porn with my screen set so you can see who I'm getting off to. Chatting with my friends online, giving them real-time updates about your performance.
If you want my pussy you have to fucking earn it. You should feel lucky to get even this much. If you don't thank me by the time you're cumming all over my leggings, ruining them with your orgasm, you won't get another chance.
Ok so... Good news! I'm actually writing something for the first time in literal years??? The power of KPDH in unparalled 🙌
Bad news? Is not the Rumi-trapped-in-the-Underworld AU that I know you all wanna see. (I've seen a couple takes of the AU on AO3 tho, AO3 writers aré feeding our souls~).
Good news again: I'm hoping to be able to write that one too, at some point lol. I always say my inspiration is a spoiled 16yr old girl and I can't really make her do anything unless she randomly decides she wants to...
But for now, I'm working on a dumb little thing mashing a bunch of headcanons I have about Bobby, the Sunlight Sisters and pre-debut + movie Polytrix that I wanna believe will be good.
What can you expect from this thing?
Bobby-centric narrative 'cuz I love him and his relationship with the girls.
Snippets of Bobby backstory~
Snippets of the Sunlight Sisters time in the industry.
Celine being a complicated character. (again, she's definitely Well intentioned but Stupid for me). Not villain Celine but definitely not star mom/mentor either.
Snippets of baby Huntr/x' start and rise to fame.
Bobby's thoughts as the movie was happening.
Of course, Polytrix~
So yeah... I'm just excited and also in a panic about this lol It's my first long form project in a while so wish me luck?
Good morning, my sweet little one. I know you're feeling sleepy and cozy in your bed, but it's time to wake up and start the day. I have a lot of fun things planned for us, and I want you to be happy and energetic.
I'm going to gently lift the covers and give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You look so adorable with your sleepy eyes and your messy hair. I love you so much, my precious baby. I'm going to help you sit up and wrap you in your favorite warm blankets. You can cuddle with me while I stroke your hair and tell you how proud I am of you!
You're such an amazing little, and you make me so happy. You listen and follow the rules, and you're always so sweet and polite. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm so lucky to be your Caregiver.
Now, let's get you ready for the day. I'm going to pick out a cute outfit for you, something comfy and colorful. Maybe a onesie or a dress, or a T-shirt and shorts. Whatever you like, my little one. I can help you change your clothes, or you can do it yourself if you're big enough, and make sure you're all ready and clean. I can brush your hair and tie it in a cute bow or a ponytail if you'd like, baby. I'm going to give you a hug and a kiss on your head and tell you how nice and cute you look!
Then, I'm going to take you to the kitchen and make you a yummy breakfast. Maybe some pancakes or waffles, or some cereal or oatmeal. Whatever you want, my little one. I'm going to cut up some fruit for you and pour you some juice or milk. If you want me to feed you with a spoon and wipe your mouth for you, absolutely!I'm going to praise you for eating well and being a good eater!
After breakfast, we're going to brush your teeth and wash your face. I'm going to give you your favorite toy/pacifier/stuffie to keep you company. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do today and how much fun we're going to have. Maybe we'll go to the park or the zoo, or watch a movie or play a game. Whatever you like, my little one. I'm going to hold your hand and guide you to the door. I'm going to help you put on your shoes and your coat. I'm going to tell you how excited I am to spend the day with you.
You're my sleepy little one, and I'm going to take care of you and make you happy. I'm going to protect you and comfort you. I'm going to love you and cherish you. You're my everything, my little one. And I'm yours, too.
[I got inspired last night to write for the first time in month's.]
Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.
warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what
beta’ed: @keiqos
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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!
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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.
He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.
He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.
Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.
His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.
“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.
Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.
“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”
Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.
You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”
That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.
“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”
“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.
Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.
“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”
You raised an eyebrow.
Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.
You deadpanned.
“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”
“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.
You figured he was a bit warm.
Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.
“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.
You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.
Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.
“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.
You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”
Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.
“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”
“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.
Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.
Both of your eyes went wide.
“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”
“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”
“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.
“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”
“Is this a riddle?”
“No, straightforward question.”
You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.
And you had a dead serious answer.
“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.
“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.
“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”
You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.
Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”
You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”
“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”
“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.
Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”
You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.
“What happens during it?”
“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”
You both swallowed.
“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.
Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.
Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-
“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”
Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”
You choked.
It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.
“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.
“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”
You choked again.
“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”
“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”
“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”
“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”
“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”
That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.
“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.
You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”
Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.
“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.
“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.
You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.
Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?
“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”
“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”
“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”
A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.
So, a plan was made.
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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.
You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.
(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)
When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.
When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.
You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.
The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.
Keigo stood just outside.
You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.
He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.
Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.
“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.
Speaking of wings—
In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.
Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”
The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.
You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.
“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.
You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.
You blanched.
“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”
Keigo nodded against, still shaking.
“S-sorry...”
The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.
“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”
He sighed in relief, pressing into you.
It was going to be an interesting two weeks.
...
The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.
Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.
There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.
It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.
In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.
“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”
With that, he was pressed against you from behind.
“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.
I’ll make this good for him.
“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”
Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.
Yes, bird-ishly chirping.
It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.
The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”
It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.
“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.
He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.
“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.
“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.
He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.
“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.
Were... his teeth sharper?
You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.
Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.
This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?
Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?
You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.
“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.
His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.
“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”
“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.
You blinked at him.
Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.
You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.
Holy.
Fuck.
Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.
Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?
His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.
“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.
Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.
“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.
You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”
He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.
You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.
Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?
(Yes.)
The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.
You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.
“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”
You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.
Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”
The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.
You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.
Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.
It made your skin run hot.
What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.
His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.
When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.
“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.
His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.
Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.
The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.
A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.
“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.
“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.
Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”
“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”
He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.
He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.
The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.
Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.
Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).
But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.
Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.
You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.
Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.
Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.
“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”
“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.
To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.
Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.
You buckled down.
“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”
He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.
“S-say that again.”
You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”
You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.
The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.
His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”
You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.
It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.
You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.
Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.
You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.
You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”
Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.
“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”
You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.
Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.
Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.
With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.
They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.
The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.
His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.
You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.
Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.
You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.
“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”
He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.
“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”
The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.
You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.
The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.
Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.
And again.
And again?
You lost count at some point.
Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—
“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.
Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.
The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.
The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.
Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.
Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.
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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.
It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.
The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.
Oh.
Keigo.
His rut.
Oh.
“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.
A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.
You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.
Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.
He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.
“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.
You frowned.
You couldn’t have him thinking that.
“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”
Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”
You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”
He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”
His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.
You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”
The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.
Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.
Hello everyone! I’ve begun putting my writing up on AO3 finally. So a masterlist of all my Dragon Age drabbles to date!
Stories of the Inquisition - General Drabbles & Snips from within the Inquisition
Untitled Solavellan Drabbles - A collection of drabbles tracking the progression of Yaviel & Solas’s relationship.
As the World Crumbles Collection - Post Trespasser drabbles, of a world where the Inquisitor brings Solas to heel in an attempt to stop the destruction of Thedas.
Tales from the Reclamation - A continuation of the Post Trespasser AU of As the World Crumbles with a focus on the insuing Elvhen Rebellion and Reclamation of the Dales.
"We've gotta make some of these ourselves soon," you said, finishing off the last of the chocolate strawberries we'd been gifted. You licked the chocolate from your fingers, a big smile all across your soft cheeks. I had to agree; the look in your eyes at the mere prospect of getting to have something so decadent on-demand was more than worth chasing. And, even better, I had all the time in the world to make them exactly right.
I spent the whole next day figuring out the perfect recipe while you were at work. Nice fresh strawberries, high quality chocolate, the works. I'd gotten everything from some high-end shop in town where the confectioner had assured me they'd be "borderline addictive". I looked forward to making plenty.
I had done everything exactly right. I set the chocolate up in a double boiler, watching the temperature like a hawk to temper it. The house smelled so incredible it almost distracted me from the moment. I used a whole box of strawberries, big fat ones, and dipped them all individually into the delicious liquid, setting them aside on a tray. About halfway through I realized I shouldn't go on smell alone to judge quality - it just wouldn't make sense not to taste it, right? It was certainly too alluring to ignore, in any case. I couldn't stop imagining its luscious texture and saccharine taste on my tongue. Before I realized it I had dipped my finger into it and stuck it straight into my mouth.
It was beyond perfect. I sucked my finger for a while, eager to get every last drop of the chocolate ambrosia into my body. The entire time I did, my finger felt ever so slightly larger in my mouth. It was difficult to focus on the sensation, or on anything else; I sat there staring into the bowl for a while, the thought of chugging the entire thing making a home for itself in my mind. Any time I tried to think about anything else, I was brought right back to the deliciousness before me like a moth hopelessly, endlessly drawn to flame.
I had to finish them up quick if I wanted any left for when you came home. I laid the tray out as neatly as I could, though there were too many strawberries for them to all fit with room. I cursed the fact that I seemed to have made the perfect amount of chocolate for them; there was nothing left by the time I was done.
Until you came home, there was nothing I could do but sit and wait, undoing my belt and wondering when my pants stopped fitting my thighs. Six times I had to force myself away from the fridge, wanting to gorge myself on the treats I'd made for you.
You came through the door as I was taking off my bra, groaning about its tightness and blaming my hormones for it. "Damn, I didn't know that was a crop top." Your voice was embarrassingly earnest. Sure enough, a look down confirmed it; a sliver of a very slight belly, my belly, was sticking out from between the top and my tight jeans. I blushed and kept my face down.
"C'mon, take a seat. I've got something for you."
You did as you were told, the couch creaking as you let your fat ass settle into it. I made my way to the fridge and pulled out the tray of chilled, chocolate-covered strawberries, salivating as my world focused on them. My legs jiggled a bit in a way I wasn't used to as I came back over, setting the tray on the couch beside you and myself in your wide, soft lap.
"Damn babe, did you --"
"Shut up," I snipped, pressing a strawberry to your lips. I watched your eyes go wide, that expression that always told me you were perfectly fine with never saying another thing so long as I'd keep feeding you. I got to guide you to the completion of the bliss I'd caught a glimpse of hours prior. You moaned as you bit the fruit, strawberry juice and chocolate dripping into the napkin I held cupped to your chin.
"Holy fuck," you whined, my seat in your lap getting a little softer as you chewed. "I need, like, a thousand more of those."
"And you'll get them," I said, quick to give you another. You scarfed it down, not caring to maintain any semblance of composure. I watched your belly push out against your belt, the seams of your jeans starting to give in. As I fed you your third, I felt your chin double and soften under my napkin-carrying hand. I squeezed it and you moaned, your eyes wide in shock.
"Fuck, I didn't know I was so soft there," you said as I forced a fourth past your lips. Your pants were pretty obviously never going to fit again -- I had no idea this would happen, but now that I was watching it, I couldn't help myself.
"What the hell, why are my pants so --" The seams started to rip. I forced you to eat another strawberry, and you took to it like you needed it more than you needed to breathe. The sleeves of your shirt had exactly zero room for your growing arms, the fabric stretching so thin across your breasts you could see right through it.
I was done pretending I was just innocently feeding you. I threw the napkin down to my side and, as I fed you yet another of the addicting sweets, brought my free hand down to undo your belt buckle. It popped off with little convincing as your belly had pressed so hard against it; the button wasn't difficult either. As you chewed I had already placed another one right in front of you; you had already had so many but I knew for a fact you weren't done yet.
I didn't have to move my hand to feel your belly. As you kept eating you grew enough for it to meet my hand, then to fill it. I squeezed, feeling how much softer you'd gotten in so little time, and you moaned around the strawberries filling your mouth. The seams down the sides of your pants ripped apart, revealing creamy soft thighs covered in gorgeous stretch marks. Your shirt met a similar fate as the sleeves ripped under the immense pressure of your fat arms, stretching helplessly against the growing weight of your chest. Your expression made it look so uncomfortable, but it was a look too delicious to put an end to.
"Why… Why can't I stop," you moaned, entirely unconvinced that you even wanted to. I grabbed your newly hanging belly, brought my other hand up your massive arms, across your wide shoulders, to pinch your incredibly soft double chin.
"I was told they'd be addicting," I chuckled. "But whether that was the taste or the show… Guess I got both."
"I'd eat these for the rest of my life if I could," you said. The few remaining ones were on the far end of the tray; I watched you strain to reach for them, huffing and puffing as you forced all that new fat to move a handful of extra inches to satisfy your endless gluttony.
"Even knowing they'll make you so fat you can't get up? Go to work? Wear clothes?" I grinded my ass, slightly larger now after my little taste earlier, into your fatass lap.
"Mistress I need them--" You whined. I tapped the tray another centimeter away from you just to watch you squirm like the fatass you are.
"Then why don't you just stay right there while I go get what I need to make more?" I asked teasingly. "Though I suppose it's not like you have much of a choice, dough boy."
You balked at the idea of not having a choice in the matter. Then I watched your hands come to your massive belly, and a euphoria came over your face as you settled into your newly huge form.
"…Make it quick?" You asked quietly.
"I don't think so," I giggled, standing up and pretending not to notice the way my own belly moved.
