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.
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I mean, he loves it, especially when we are talking about rut. Feeling your soft skin so close to him and being balls deep inside you, is so so good.
But, when we talk about teasing... Let's imagine some situations.
First one, Hawks tied by his wrists, looking at you with lust is such a beautiful image. He goes through some stages here, starting with trying to soon you:
— Come on, angel... — He says, low tone tickling your ears. — Let me fuck you so good, I know you want this. —
If he realizes it isn't work, he will start to be a little desperate and you're still teasing him. Gets him trying to move and make you bounce, trying to be intimidating and stuff.
— Just let me- God, I'll fuck so hard if get out here. — You grin at him, your walls hugging him so good. — Yeah? You like that.
After some minutes of playing with his nipples, nibbling at his ears and touching so softly on his wings, he is just a babbled mess, pleading you so good for get him dry.
— I can't take- oh- please, let me- I need yo-! Oh god- — His knees trembling.
And the second situation, if it's a punishment. Damn, that one get him babbling so much, he already was so horny and you're not even planning to fuck him like he is pleading. His hands wonder a lot and when he found out your with a little bulge, he is moaning so loud.
— Oh god- please!- Let me- I can't- god, you feel so good- please! — Your every little movement gets him crying out.
At the end, his orgasm is good and so hard, that he is out for a feel second. Afterglow hitting so hard, he can almost see stars.
Summary: You convince Keigo to let you try something new on him in the bedroom, Keigo obliges at the promise of a good time.
WC: 2.4k
Tags/Warnings: A bit of fluff, smut (overstimulation, handjob, edging, oral male receiving, dry orgasm, sounding kink [pls practice this safely], slight sub Keigo + dom reader), one mention of pee and UTIs
A/N: This one's been brewing in my mind and burning a hole in my drafts for a few months now, and I finally decided to finish it up. I don't see enough rep for this kink, so of course I had to write about it myself-
"Oh fuck me..."
"That's technically what I'm doing, bird boy."
The intensity of the glare you received from the winged man was severely diminished by his current demeanor.
Your hold on Keigo's flushed and half erect dick remains intact. One hand is wrapped around his member while the other is gloved and immobile, keeping the silicone sound in place as he adjusts to the foreign intrusion. His knuckles are white as the sheet he's clinging to for some semblance of respite while his chest is glossed over with sweat from his heavy breathing. You don't bother hiding your delightment for his vulnerable state, internally laughing to yourself thinking of the change between now and earlier when he said he could handle this with ease.
He at first displayed bravado when he confidently agreed to do this, but you knew better and saw the hesitance lingering underneath once he got undressed. The research and mere idea of sticking something in *there* had his resolve waver for a bit, but he still planned to go through with it at the promise of a good time (who was he to say no to something you've been wanting to try for ages). He even somehow convinced you to start him off with the bumpy silicone rather than the smooth titanium you had in mind, but he seems to be taking it just fine. You'll admit though, you didn't expect him to be so receptive, and that only served to make the view before you much more rewarding.
Absolutely alluring.
You broke the consistent sound of his laboured breaths after some time of letting him get used to the rod, "Keigo."
He faintly heard you call his name and he intended to say something in acknowledgement, yet the haze currently flooding his senses leaves him unable to verbally respond. He knows why you called out to him. He's supposed to stay still, but that's much easier said than done when-
"Are you ready?"
"Huh?" Having his thoughts broken so suddenly has his clouded mind playing catch up while trying to decipher what exactly he should be ready for.
"I'm gonna push it in all the way to the ring."
"W-Wait!" He worked to get his breathing somewhat under control while his feathers ruffle behind him with each exhale. The death grip he had on the sheets slackened as he splayed his palms over the heated material, and he nodded once he was ready, not trusting his warbling voice enough to not make him sound like a bitch in heat. There's also the matter of him trying to keep his dick from getting too erect before you finish putting the rod in. You don't bother asking if he's okay like you did minutes ago, knowing that if he wanted you to slow down or stop he'd simply give you the word. You shift in your spot across from him and get into a more comfortable position, opting to lay down on your torso to shamelessly get a closer look, before applying the smallest bit of pressure to the rod's handle.
"Shit-" The curse slipped out without warning as his brain blanked on him the moment it slipped a few measly centimeters deeper. The slick movement was made possible with the copious amount of lube you applied beforehand, as well as the near constant flow of precum at the obscenity of this act. His back arched a bit from the strong tingles that ran up his spine, and he nearly fell backwards without the aid of the headboard and some pillows.
Is he crying? No, just tearing up.
"Baby, you have to relax for me." You spoke softly, knowing he's doing his best to not jolt around too much. You take one hand to rub at his thigh and calm his trembling, the action serving it's purpose by grounding him to the point that only his wings are restless with their frequent twitches.
His watery orbs opened with an involuntary whimper from his lips. He struggles to keep his hips glued to the bed at the feeling of your gentle ministrations combined with the overwhelming pleasure stemming from his lower half. He's well aware of the shameful position he's in, completely bare while you're fully clothed. That's far in the back of his mind with the loud pounding of his heart resounding directly in his ears, yet he's marginally able to hear your whispers of encouragement and finds solace in your tenderness. He's thankful for the lack of condescension and "told you so"s from your side, he's a bit too sensitive and gooey in the head to handle anything like that at the moment.
Those articles did absolutely nothing to prepare him for how fucking good this would feel.
He closed his eyes once again, the action sending a few tears down his cheeks, and the lack of sight made him acutely aware of the rod going further into him. It feels wrong, it feels good, it feel weird, it feels right, his brain struggled to pick a description while it tried to manage his breathing. The smooth ridges of the silicone rod somehow rub against all the right spots with each gentle push and pull you give it. It's going deeper as a result, the realization pulling a deep groan from his chest once he feels the tip near its stopping point. His brain briefly flitted through his earlier research on this sensual act, something about plunging. As concerning as the concept sounded when he first looked it up, his current experience has him wondering if going further would be any better than this. What's life without a few risks?
Maybe we should try tha-
"OH-" his exclamation was interrupted by an endless string of moans, none of which could be muffled due to his slackened jaw. He realized you had let go of the ring at some point during his ruminating in favor of giving him a handjob without warning. You're not applying much pressure in your grip, but the pleased expression you're donning tells him you know that's all you need to drive him crazy. You also know Keigo is beyond the point of restraint judging from his semi-crossed eyes and the near constant bucking of his hips. He's not even aware of his wings being squished into the pillows meant to keep him upright, the bit of typical first time discomfort mixed with the pleasure keeps him distracted.
"Look," You gave a heated smile as the hand you weren't using to slowly jerk him off places itself back on his thigh, "it's all the way in."
In spite of his pulse thumping strongly in his ears, he heard you clearly and opened his eyes with a sniffle to see what you're talking about. Sure enough, the only thing left sticking out is the ring, all 4 inches have disappeared and his pulsating dick looks ready to burst. Something about the sight makes his body heat up and simultaneously calm down.
God, this is humiliating.
You paid no mind to your back growing tired of your stomach down position, more interested in establishing a steady but still slow rhythm of jerking him off while fondling his tightened balls. He immediately let out a cross between a sigh and a moan from the overwhelming stimulation as his thighs trembled uncontrollably, feeling an immense amount of pressure in his lower half warning him of an oncoming orgasm. And yet, as good as this all feels, he found himself craving a bit more to push himself over the edge.
He swallowed upon feeling how dry his throat is and began to ask while squirming in place, "Can I, uh..."
You pulled your attention away from your activites to see him glancing off to the side and pointing at the rod. With a teasing purse of your lips, you pause your ministrations and respond to his half spoken request, "You're getting a little greedy, aren't you?"
With a narrow of his glossed over eyes, he asks impatiently with a hoarse voice, "Can I do it or not?" He quickly tacked on a 'please' when you sent him a certain look at the demanding tone.
Brat. You have half a mind to reprimand him, but you push that urge aside for later and simply tell him, "Knock yourself out~" You watch intently when he eagerly raises a hand to the ring and pulls ever so slightly, built up precum starting to pool a bit around the rod. He took a sharp inhale of breath once he found a pace and threw his head back in utter bliss, making for an enticing scene you couldn't help biting your lip at. You returned to your services and resumed lightly tugging at his swollen cock, occasionally pressing kisses back and forth between his length and tender balls.
"Mmm, fuuuuck, 'm so close~" The build up is undoubtedly much more intense than any orgasm he's had before, borderline painful yet equally pleasurable. Am I a masochist? Gulping for air by this point, his legs quivered around your head as he whines and nearly pulls the rod out for some kind of release, only for you to let go of his dick and say sternly, "Don't."
Your tone coupled with you stopping his action pulled a loud sob out of him, only spurring his tears and high strung emotions, "It hurts, I can't cum!"
The immense delight radiating from you was clear as day when he sent you a look of pure desperation, wings flapping furiously and face drenched by tears and sweat. "I wanna try something real quick, you can cum afterwards, pretty," you stated eagerly.
In spite of his distress at you postponing his relief, he keened at the promise of it eventually coming his way and kept his protests to himself. Though he's confused as to what exactly you want to do to him, you're not saying anything and his only hint is your thumb ever so lightly grazing his perineum. It wasn't until you ground down on it with your digit and forced a guttural sound from him that he figured out your plan for him.
"There it is~"
Oh fuck.
You were merciless in abusing his prostate, pressing down with just the right amount of force to teeter on the line separating 'too much' and 'not enough'. With you deciding out of nowhere to slowly lick a stripe up his dick at the same time, you had the grown man right where you wanted him, overwrought by pleasure and pleading for respite as he tries (and fails) to suppress his frenzied movements. It didn't take long for the pent up tension to snap weirdly, resulting in him throwing his head back with a long pornographic moan. It felt amazingly terrible if one were to ask him how a dry orgasm felt. You'd expect the pleasure to end right there, but the sensation of nothing being able to bypass the rod was pure torture, akin to being trapped in a neverending loop of arousal with no way of being sated. It also doesn't help that you're still going-
"Fuck, fuck, too much!" He shot a hand out to hold yours and subsequently stop your reign of terror for a little, though it did little to quell his fever ridden frame or calm his quaking. You decide to cut him some slack when he appears to be in a serious internal debate over letting you continue or pulling you away entirely. You don't give him much breathing time when you finally grasped the ringed handle of the rod and pulled on it, the leisurely pace being downright torturous for him since you started doing so without warning. You would've wanted to wait until he'd gone mostly flaccid to pull it out, but patience is nonexistent for you (and him based on his expression), and the rod's flexible enough for this anyway.
The instant it's completely out, you take half of him into your drooling mouth and pump the rest, knowing he'd require little to no effort since he was long overdue to cum. And you were right, he lurched forward and unintentionally shoved you further down his cock by pushing on your head, giving you a minuscule amount of room to prepare yourself for the copious strings of cum shooting down your throat. The loudly alleviating sobs he let out overshadowed your gulps and groans of slight displeasure from the unwarranted manhandling; Keigo's disposition made the experience more bearable though, and it wasn't all that detestable if you were being honest with yourself.
You didn't stop sucking on the bulbous head until he wearily threw himself back into the pillows, his weakened arms pushing at your head with each overstimulated jolt of his hips. Once you relented, you sat yourself up to lean forward and peck his lips, "You okay? That was pretty intense."
His overworked vocal chords felt the strain of reaching tones and volumes he wouldn't normally touch, not to mention his body catching up on the air it lost out on during all of this. But he responded anyway, "Good, 'm good..."
"You did good, too. Thank you Kei'." You placed yourself beside him and pulled his body to you for the much needed tlc it deserved, wiping his face with a tissue you grabbed on your way towards him. He obliged and let you do as you please, wrapping his arms around you and letting his body go lax from your loving whispers of praise coaxing him into a clearer headspace. It didn't take too long for him to regain some clarity with the help of your touches and a couple sips of the bottled water on the nightstand, "Y'know it almost looked like you enjoyed this as much as me."
A breath akin to a laugh escaped you as you kissed at his hairline, "Well, it was something I'd been wanting to see in person." A beat of silence passed between the both of you, only scarcely broken by Keigo's breaths stabilizing and two mutual whispers of 'I love you's, before you spoke, "Oh yeah, you gotta pee after that."
Keigo removed his forehead from your collarbone to give you a scrutinizing look, "I was literally about to fall asleep."
"Love you too pretty boy, let's take a bath while we're at it." Though it was a little comedic seeing his sleepiness snuff out his usual attention to aftercare, you'd prefer to avoid any accidental mishaps of UTI's.
He got up with a huff, but listened to you and followed you to the bathroom on his incapacitated legs (he did kind of have to pee after you mentioned it).
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Gn!reader( pronouns and body) Dom!reader Body non-descriptive
Imagine your Keigo s/o, where you have always been the submissive. But one night you want to try and be the dom, but your nervous, and it's literally the first time you've ever been dominant. As for Keigo, he does enjoy being dominated, so he makes sure you know that you're doing a good job
basically nervously doming Keigo as he praises you. A lot of teasing and overestimating
I do imaging the reader still being the penetrated person so no toping/pegging
i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀
𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒
Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader
CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!
A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS
it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.
Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.
and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.
tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.
he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"
"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.
"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.
you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.
"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.
you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.
"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.
you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.
his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.
you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.
"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"
his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"
a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.
"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"
"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.
but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."
you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.
he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.
you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"
he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."