pillow princess hawks who loves to lay back and let you do all the work, loves feeling like he's completely spoiled and helpless.
pillow princess hawks takes extra care to to stretch out pretty just for you, letting you watch his back arch and eyelashes flutter as you hit every spot just right
pillow princess hawks who loves to be as dramatic as he wants- loud, pretty moans, twitching and writhing whenever you go faster, pouting if you ever slow down, little half whines and hips twitching as he tries to make you go faster (without doing too much work of course)
pillow princess hawks who think you look best over him, his hands resting on your hips as he watches you move, almost hypnotized by the rhythm, loves looking up at your face to see you react to him, loves the way he feels spread out underneath you, wings flared and twitching
pillow princess hawks who looks best after the theatrics, when you've finally worn him down to a sweet, panting mess, quiet except for the smallest little hiccups as you fuck him through the pleasure, riding out his high over and over until he's just your spoiled little mess
Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...
It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.
"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.
The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.
Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.
"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.
Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.
"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.
No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡
KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...
Hawks misses you while you're away and his mind starts wandering, getting desperate for waiting for you and behave like he had promised. He tries fighting agaisnt his urges because he's a good boy... Huge emphasis on tries.
Sub!Hawks, (dog hawks) masturbation, edging, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, slight humilation (being called pathetic etc), dom!reader at the end. Gn!Reader expect using the word goddess one time.
(I'm not sure did I miss something I hope not let me know if I forgot something important!!)
Keigo can't sleep whenever you're not home, or he's away himself. He has gotten so used to you being there in his arms, wrappen safe under his wings. It's like part of himself is missing when you aren't here! How is he supposed to get any sleep, rest these couple of days before you'd get back here to him again?
He's desperately hugging the pillow in his arms, trying to cuddle it tight, keeping one between his legs too, pretending it's you. It's not working though. He's just trying to cuddle you, to put his head over your shoulder where he would usually kiss the crook of your neck.. For his dissapointment his lips only meets the rough fabric holding your sweet scent. He inhales it like it would bring you here, trick his brain into believing it's you, to try calming his mind to know you're safe. But it's not enough. It's not you.. He misses you, he really really misses you and your cuddles. It's one of the favorite part of his day, you just being there. Whether he has had a long and boring or hectic and a exhausting day at work, at the end of the day, you're always there. Welcoming him with open arms, as he would happily flop on top of you, trapping you under him not wanting to let you go. Just nuzzling close, kissing you all over, letting out a content sigh feeling like everything was okay now. Resting his head over your chest, listening to your heartbeat.. It relaxes him, makes him feel calm, at home and loved. You're his home.. His love.
How is he supposed to shower you with sweet kisses now? Whispering to your ear letting you know how much he loves you.. He misses feeling you here, a hand behind his head, playing with his soft hair.. As he would just rests his head over your chest.. or at the crook of your neck. Planting kisses there, sweet and innocent, inhailing your unique scent, his lips lingering on your skin, slowly breathing againts it, whispering words to your ear, teasingly biting it's lobe while his hands made their way down to your chest, to your stomach, to your..
Imagine this Keigo catches himself biting into the fabric of the pillowcase, feeling his frustration and yearning just grow. Suddenly his boxers feels uncomfortable tight, creatinga tent he can't hide. His cheeks flushing red from embarrasment of being like this, so needy and desperate of feeling you. He didn't used to be like this!! Not until you entered in his life at least. His head now totally consumed by you, so much so that it was driving him insane, or so it sometimes felt!
His thoughts wander all over you.. He must calm himself, be patient and good, wait for you. That what Keigo tries telling himself, trying to fight his urges, to control himself like he used to before. Before you came along. He can do that.. yeah he can do that. He can wait a bit more, he can be good.
Thats what he tells himself. He's lying to convince himself, lying that he has some kind of self control when it comes to you, that he isn't totally driven crazy by being alone. However his actions tells the truth. Poor Keigo is dryhumping the pillow between his legs, trying to restrain himself but failing miserably at it.
Fuck, fuck, Fuck... He misses you too much, he misses your touch.. The way you'd help him relieve some of this stress, it had been such a hard days at work, long days of waiting for you..! All the texts, the short calls you two had.. Those just weren't enough! They only left him needing more, he needed you now.
Keigo never truly understood just how lonely he had been before meeting you, longing for something he didn't know what, or could say out loud. But now he knows. Everything in him, his mind, his body, his soul, is longing for you.
He needed to hear your voice and to feel your lips kissing him at the end of a long day, telling him how he was being so brave and strong, how he's so good, that he's a good man.. such a good boy who just needs some praise. A reassurance directly in his ears while he would impatiently start undressing you both, so that he could properly show you how much he really loved you. You were an angel send from heaven is what Keigo thinks, too good for this world, for himself, thinking how lucky he is while exploring and cherishing your body by every inch.. How he would slowly start sinking in...
Keigo lets out a audible whine, the pillow doesn't do a justice to what was playing in his mind!! He was painfully aware of the hardness between his thighs, he had to do something about it before it got worse, unbearable. Rubbing his clothed cock to the pillow didn't serve enough friction, but just ignoring it was only driving him insane too! What was he supposed to do?
Just a little... He will help himself just a little.
His hand hesitantly reaching down to his pants, pulling his lenght out, his tip already smeared from the pre-cum. Could he get any more pathetic than this? Breathing heavily as he shamefully turns his face to the side, biting into the pillowcase, trying to contain himself and his whines, while wrapping his hand around his cock. Feeling quilty like a puppy doing something he wasn't supposed to, knowing you'd scold him if you found out, laugh at him if you saw him right now, denying him longer from that sweet pleasure. Just the thought of that alone made him moan, how would you punish him for stroking down his lenght without your permission first?
He was still going slow, feeling conflicted of wanting to be good and show he can behave, while also wanting to find out what you'd do if he did not, the way you'd make fun of him oh god your voice telling him he was pathetic... Keigo knew he was being pathetic, it was obvious just by the way his eyes almost watered from the pure frustration of having to be good, to act all good, behave like a good dog. Waiting patiently until his owner would come back to him with a good head rub.
What if he didn't want to?
Fuck he had promised to wait though.. He really shouldn't be doing this.. touching himself like this when you weren't here.
But he couldn't help himself okay!! He had really tried to resist himself and wait! But he just couldn't anymore, the thought of you under him... or on top.. helping him to let out some steam.. His cock sliding into you, taking him so well like you always would, squeezing his dick so heavenly, it was like art. Watching your sweet facial expression and hearing your moans was going to burst his heart! Hitched breathe as you pulled him in closer, the view was too beautiful, the feeling of you was fucking incerible. To his eyes you were literally like a art, specially painted for him as a gift from the god. He wanted to add his own little touch, to paint your walls all white. Painting you over and over again not wanting to waste a single drop. He needed to appreciate every part of you, worship you like the goddess that you were... He didn't believe in god, but how were you making him see stars if not because you held some power from the higher up? How else had you managed to turn the golden hero into pathetic man like this? Frustrated mess as he tried holding back the best he could.. Did he really though?
Keigo's breathing was ragged, trying to bite down his lip to quiet down his moans filling the walls of your home, all of this just from the simple thought of you? What had you done to poor Keigo?? Here he was stroking his dick up and down, more and more desperately as he was nearing closer to the sweet end, his movements more urgent now, he was almost crying from how sinfully good it felt. He was so fucking ashamed of himself, a grown man unable to resist his desires, he was usually so patient and able to control himself! But you! Damn you!! You had turned him into this!! A complete fucking mess of a man, whimbering your name like a sweet song. Hiding his face behind his other arm from all the shame he was feeling, he couldn't face the fact that he was already totally a lost cause, too far gone for him try act all good and innocent now. Not when you were playing in his head like this, it was nothing but a lustful fantasy. Keigo felt like an animal for trying to reach for it more, a dog in a heat ready to jump to hump at anything just to feel a small relief!
Fuuuck he couldn't take it anymore, he tried to hold on, he really did! He was trying his best even if you wouldn't believe it! Even if you'd call him a horny whore, this was the best he could do after days of holding back the urges that only kept building up after every sundown. Now Keigo really needed to burst his nut, you didn't understand how bad he needed this, this man was ready to cry when finally feeling it. Fuck he was so sensitive, edging himself as to deceive his mind to think he was still being good, he was being good as long as he denied himself to cum like you would right? He was good as long as he didn't cum... As long as he didn't cum he was still good... he was still good.. oh god.. he was feeling soo fucking goood..
His chest raised from the ragged breathe, legs trembling as he rutted up against his own hand, in his mind it was you. The image of you all stuffed up from his seed, driving it deeper in so it would stick. Painting your walls all white was his speciality. Keigo Takami could be a painter too, and right now he was holding the brush with his now sticky hands, paint dripping down to them even though he pretend it was not. He kept going imagining your moans, distracting himself from the fact he was whimpering and breathing heavy for air, all alone in this bed.
God he wasn't supposed to do that... what was wrong with him? And why couldn't he stop? He might as well keep going now, he already crossed beyond what he was telling himself he would, so why not go all out until he couldn't anymore hm? The pleasure was too good it was overwhelming him, imagining how you'd ride him through all his orgasms. Legs quivering, wings ruffling from the ecstasy that would go through his body like a electrical wave, almost too much as he cried out loud. Unsure whether to tell you to stop or to beg to keep going until his brain was all mushed and fried out.
Keigo bite down the sheets as his hand kept working on a rapid pace, smearing the cum all over his hand and length, dropping down to his lower stomach as well. If only you heard how loud he was being, trying so hard to not cum again while mumbling sorries to himself, moaning your name out loud tears forming into his eyes.
Too fucking much.
"please, please, please oh fuck please let me cum pleaseee... Yes fuck! oh fuck too much too much"
How pathetic of him, pleading for your permission out loud as if you'd give it to him after what he had done. How cute, still trying to tell himself he was somehow being good, even after cumming for the second time around, like a horny dog never getting enough. Doing all the things he wasn't supposed to just because he was desperate for your touch, it wasn't his fault!! You knew this would happen, trying to deny him for days, that's so unfair! Could you really blame him? If anything he was doing exactly what you had wanted to! If anything he was doing this for you, knowing you'd enjoy the quilty look on his face, wings timid slightly turning back more like dogs ears would out of embarrassment and shame. When you'd come back home, asking him if he had waited like you had talked.. Being good and patient, as if that was what you really would want.
You both knew it was much more for fun this way, he had earned to get to disobey for once in his life for a change! Keigo Takami was tired of alway being the good golden boy!! He deserved to have this one!!
....
He'd still mumble sorries the next time you'd have him under you, withholding him from the pleasure that he had tonight selfishly given for himself. Denying him at least until you had decided he earned to be called good again, after mocking him for being such a desperate needy mess.. Sorry excuse of a man, face against the pillow, ass up in the air.. laying there like the good boy he truly always was in the end.
Keigo Takami was a good boy, he just struggled with his self control sometimes.
Keigo who can't sleep without you cock warming him or he becomes a big baby, needs to feel your gooey insides keep him safe all night long or he wakes up whiny and close to tears. You sneak off one night to get a drink or use the bathroom and came back to him crying while squeezing himself in his hands, dazed and confused on where the warmth went and you had to ease him back into you, warm and still lose from not minutes earlier.
"Don't leave, don't leave again please, s' too cold without you. Need it- need you Dove, please." He doesn't fall asleep again for hours just trying to keep you in place, dozy distressed chirps soothed by you running you hand through his hair as he clings to you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to earth.
Imaging it would something like waking up to find Hawks between your legs gently massaging them to try and get you up as soon as possible just to slip inside with no prep. He forgets to call in sometimes so occasionally the hero agency will call in the middle of you fucking. This can go two ways depending on the mood he's in
1 ) He picks up the phone and frowns at it all while he keeps thrusting up into you. Once he realizes who it is through his hormone crazy brain he puts a hand over your mouth to stop the whines and moans from escaping you.
"Don't worry pretty bird," His hips snapped against yours against, slowing only to adjust the phone but smiling before answering, "I'll make you sing pretty for me soon enough."
Like he will NOT stop. Not hesitate for shit, still keep the brutal pace as he tries his FUCKING best ON CALL to make sure his seed takes.
2 ) Or if he's in a more sub mood he'll take the pounding. But here's the thing, he can't have the pleasure stop for him, no, no, no, it has to keep going. So he picks up the phone and has to bite down on whatever is closet to keep the voices muffled and/or muting his side of the call when he can't hold it in.
"No–, no I'm alright," As you hit another sensitive spot he lets out a quiet groan, fumbling for the mute button so he can moan prettily for his mate. "Had a quirk thing come up, need like, the week off–" its all he can manage before biting down on his hand again and his vision flashing as his eyes roll back into his head and your hands on his hips tighten. When he can see straight again he sends a text about needing the month off instead.
masochist boys who want you to mark up their entire body with bruises and scratches. who let out high pitched moans whenever you slap them, hands cradling the wound, and tears in their eyes from the pain, but by god feels so good. who beg for you to hit them, hurt them, wanna think about nothing but the pain that makes their minds melt. they want it to consume them whole. crying because their whole body feels like its on fire, but sobs when you stop your antics. who look up at you with the most lazy grin, and mumble something on the lines of, "'s all ya got?" while their entire body is trembling under you.
cw: mature, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, sub!hawks
“do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”
keigo froze.
your soft eyes didn’t waver, they steadily held his gaze, filled with an abundance of love, your fingers tangled themselves in his atop the clothed table. you were picture perfect in the classy restaurant, yet your lips uttered words of filth unbefitting of the setting.
“what?” keigo cough a bit, taken off guard.
you smiled warmly, tilting your head a bit in faux innocence.
“when i’m not there to pull your hair, or say you’re a good boy, do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”
his eyes gently scanned the space, no one was looking their way and he couldn’t sense anyone listening in. his focus found yours again and he nodded.
“do your hands feel as good as mine?”
he shook his head.
you smiled warmly, thumb tracing a comforting pattern over his rough and overworked knuckles. keigo took a sip of his water, eyes breaking from yours in embarrassment.
“it never feels as good as you.” he mumbled into the drink.
“poor baby.” you cooed, and your foot travelled beneath the table cloth to his, playing with his ankle. he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you, instead relishing in the contact of your hand and foot to know that you were still there with him.
“what do you do?” you asked.
“i-uh-“ keigo cleared his throat, face turned away from you and cheeks tinging pink. “i do what you do.”
“oh?” your foot slipped higher up his leg. “do you edge yourself too?”
once again he nodded his head—softer, this time, though.
“and when do you let yourself cum?”
“don’t make me answer that.” keigo whined, his voice catching a bit as he tried to stay quiet.
he made the mistake of looking back at you; no longer with a warm smile on your gorgeous face, but a blank look of disappointment.
“i asked you a question, keigo, it’s rude not to answer.” to emphasis your point, you took away your hand and foot—depriving him of the warmth of your skin.
and his fingers chased yours in immediate response, but you were too quick and he didn’t want to cause a scene. instead he pouted.
“please?” he asked instead.
you sighed slightly, bringing your foot back to his and taking note of the tension his body released upon feeling you there again.
keigo swallowed. “i don’t let myself cum ‘til i beg.”
you smiled a bit. “just like i do.”
he nodded again. the fingers on his hand twitched slightly, silently asking for your hand again but you shook your head.
the look on keigo’s face almost made you break, the hurt and confused eyes of a wounded animal, but you held your resolve and stood up.
“c’mon, baby.” you said and held out your hand for him. “let’s go home and take care of you.”
the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES
listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(
“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”
and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?
