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IN A RUT

KEIGO TAKAMI + FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: DUBCON/NONCON, FORCED BREEDING, FORCED PREGNANCY, CLIT SLAPPING, PROFANITY, CREAMPIE, RUT, MISOGYNY, BABY TRAPPING

Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.

Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.

You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.

Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?

He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?

There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.

“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”

He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”

“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.

He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.

“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.

Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.

“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”

It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.

“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.

He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”

“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.

“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.

After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.

It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.

“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”

It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.

“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”

He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.

“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.

His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”

He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.

“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”

The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”

“Keigo, no!”

Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.

Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”

The Spring Bird Survival Guide

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(So many of you have asked for a part two of my rutting Hawks fic. I gave in! I have no idea how this holds up compared to the first, but I hope you enjoy!)

Read Part 1 if you haven’t! This takes place directly after those events!

Words: 10k (WHOOPS)

Warnings: None, except for an absurd amount of scene transitions that hopefully don’t get too confusing.

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Tuesday

The chorus of songbirds can be heard right outside of Hawks’s window, their small shapes dashing past and making the peeking sunlight flicker across the bedroom. It sounds like it’s gonna be a beautiful day. He’d be elated, if he wasn’t feeling so ill already.

The fever and itch were coming back, like a hot rash that he couldn’t scratch because it was inside of him. He was really hoping to never feel such a hellish sensation ever again.

He slowly peeled the thick sheets off, making sure not to disturb his bedmate as he sat up. There’s no way the quirk’s effects were returning, is there? Last night, the feeling had only gotten weaker with every passing hour. Now it has returned, not in full force, but once again difficult to ignore. He peered over his shoulder to check on his guest.

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

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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Aerie (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You broke up with Hawks because of his insistence on starting a family immediately. But when the young alpha shows up at your house in the middle of your heat, you may need to turn to him for help.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Rating: E+ Quote: It’ll be the family we always wanted! The one we’ve been trying for! Word: ABO Word Count: 3k Warnings: dubcon, ABO, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, coercion, manipulation, knotting, yandere Note: Oh look, another prompt request that got out of hand. Never would have guessed. This is my first time writing ABO, and I’m pretty pleased with the result! There is a sequel to this called The Nest. Additional Note: My entry into @kazooli​‘s contest!

You whimper as you continue to grind down on the toy, desperate for a release that you can’t quite seem to reach. Your slick runs down your thighs and the dildo that you have plunged into your aching cunt, soaking the bed sheets underneath you. You’re so close, all you need is a little push and then -

A loud whine fills the room as your orgasm is torn from you yet again, the lust burning through your veins only seems to intensify. You know you won’t be able to cum from anything but an alpha, but you can’t help yourself. You feel like you’re burning up from the inside, sweat coating your skin and leaving you feeling sticky and gross.

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Primal Dissonance

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

So anon was like:

And since I’m total ass at writing short drabbles, or maybe it’s because they called me senpai, I ended up with a whole-ass fic. This took a different route than planned but I hope you enjoy, anon!

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Dubcon, Pheromones, Mindbreak, Feral Hawks, Rough and Public Sex, Tit Abuse. This totally isn’t as dark as it sounds.

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Hawks has been getting noisy. Not in the usual sense; he’s always a motormouth. No, he’s been making sounds that you’ve never heard him make.

At first you thought he was sick and something was irritating his throat, but on one occasion when you offered him water after hearing the sound, he almost looked offended. You concluded that it wasn’t an illness.

You later noticed that the noise often happens when it’s just the two of you together. During late night movie viewings at his place, he’d hold you close and release a constant hum, the vibrations from his chest and wings soothing enough to make you drift into sleep in his arms. You never saw the look of disappointment in his face as he decided to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, he spots you during one of his patrols and presents you with a surprise expensive gift. A ruby pendant, the same brilliant shade as his feathers, was placed around your neck by gentle gloved hands.

“Hawks—why—what did I do to deserve this?” You asked while your eyes reflected the gemstone’s sparkles.

“Just wanted to give a pretty gift to my pretty girl.” He gave you a kiss, and waves of soft hums leave his mouth and into yours, flowing through your body, stimulating all of your nerves and triggering pleasant shivers. One makeout session later, and you both pull back to lock eyes. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you don’t even know what the hell he’s expecting.

You look to the side awkwardly. “Thank you, Hawks. It’s beautiful, but I…don’t have anything to give in return. This was a complete surprise, after all.”

His eye twitches, but he smiles and embraces you. “That’s fine, chickadee.”

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Love your blog and you are an absolute wonderful writer. I always keep an eye out for notifications from you!

I’m not sure if request are open, but if they are, what about a reader that surprises Hawks during his rut with “laying” gelatin eggs when he has no idea what they’re up to? Feeding into his bird instincts? Thank you lovely!

Subject: BNHA, Hawks aka Keigo Takami

Title: Pop One, Pop Two... (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Ovipositor, egg laying, gelatine eggs, marbles where they are NOT supposed to be, dub con, belly bulge, heat/rut

The front door opened. “Hi, babe,” Keigo sighed, his wings drooping behind him as he’d come back from work. “What are you...” He lost his train of thought when he saw you. 

After seeing him preparing for his rut (humping your pillows to get his scent on them, becoming overly jealous, roughly fucking you into the early morning, etc.) you’d decided to help him out. You bought an ovipositor online and spent the day making gelatin eggs just for him and had been in the middle of trying it out when you lost track of time. “Hi,” you called from the living room floor, the ovipositor stuffed into your cunt, the bowl of gelatin eggs beside your wide open legs. “This wasn’t how you were supposed to find out about this.” 

Keigo took a step toward you, his golden eyes black from his swollen pupils. “Are those... eggs?”

“G-Gelatin,” you said, removing the ovipositor. As if on cue, the freezing cold eggs slid out of your cunt, popping out slowly onto the towel that you’d laid under you. Keigo’s eyes were glued to you. “They’re really cold.” 

“I appreciate the effort,” he panted, “but... there’s something better we can try.” He scrambled for the kitchen and returned with a jar full of marbles. They weren’t small, all of them the size of pool balls. Honestly, when you’d seen the jar you’d assumed they were for playing pool not... “C-can you put these in?” He was twitching, a tent already growing in his pants. 

“Keigo,” you whispered, “those are a little... big aren’t they?” 

“Real eggs are much bigger.” All the gold in his eyes were gone, the darkness a reflection of his growing desire. “C’mon, we can use the lube to make it easier to insert them.” 

“I-I don’t know...” 

Keigo didn’t wait for you to make up your mind, ripping open the jar to produce one, shiny, green marble. He squeezed lube onto the smooth surface, licking his lips as it dribbled on the sides and across his fingers. “Don’t worry, babe, I kept it clean for you... for this.” He pushed the ball against your entrnace, mouth open and panting as he watched your gummy pink cunt open to take his false egg. 

You tried not to squirm as you felt the cold marble enter inside you, stretching your insides as it slid in deeper and deeper toward your cervix. You walls squeezed it, fluttering as it tried to push it out, but Keigo was quick in lubing up another thick marble and pushing it in. 

You could feel them click against each other inside you, rolling with a delicate grind that had you shivering and whining. 

Keigo only took that as encouragement, sending in another fat marble until three of them were clinking around inside you, making you so impossibly full. When you glanced down, there was a bulge in your stomach. Your heat gave them heat, your insides numb to their size except for when they brushed across sensitive spots or clicked together. 

You tried to roll your hips, get more comfortable, but Keigo pinned your hip down, knowing any twitch of your abdomen would have his beautiful eggs shooting out. His gaze fixated on your cunt, on that little opening that couldn't even hide the last marble. “Three inside and I can see just the edge of the last one.” He groaned, “You can’t even close yourself up all the way.” He poked a finger at the bit of marble he could see, making them click together again. “Now,” he whispered, “you can push them out.” 

Your body didn’t need any more instruction than that. The moment he removed his finger, the first marble surfaced, slowly gliding through rings of muscle before popping out and onto the towel. 

Inside you, the other marbles traveled toward your entrance, every time you writhed, the muscles pushed them further towards the exist. 

“C’mon,” Keigo purred, “just a little bit more...” A sharp whimper escaped you as the second marble popped out, clacking beside the other one, covered in your juices and lube. Keigo’s wings beat together with excitement. “The last one,” he panted, “push out the last one. C'mon, baby, you can do it.”

This one seemed to be stuck near your core, your insides fluttering and squeezing around it as your struggled to push it out. "Keigo," you whined, "I can't-."

"Shhh," Keigo grabbed your hand and pulled some hair of your face, his own inches away. The curve of his smile gave away that he was enjoying every second of this. "Sometimes eggs get stuck and that's okay, you just need to push a little harder." He kissed your cheeks and then your neck as he reached for your cunt, encasing your clit between two fingers and rolling it until your thighs clamped together.

You could feel the marble pushed deeper into you, right against your cervix once again, grinding against the sensitive hole.

"You can't push it out like that," Keigo teased. He let go of your hand and clit, repositioning himself behind you to rip your legs open. "Now, try again."

You leaned into him and cried out as your pushed, the marble finally dislodged and popping out of your cunt in a gush of fluid and lube. Exhausted and sweaty, you collapsed into Keigo.

"Good job," he purred, offering chaste kisses, "now let's try that one more time."

Okay but have you ever considered Yandere Hawks going into rut and kidnapping his poor, overworked secretary, taking them home to his lovely nest, and breeding them. I mean, come on, it's spring. If they didn't want to be Keigo's breeding bitch then why did they stick around for so long? 🤔 None of the other secretaries cared enough to last this long. Clearly their still at his agency because they L O V E him~ 😏 Won't they just be so pleased to carry his hatchlings and be his pretty mate? 🥵🙏

Warnings: Noncon, oviposition, forced breeding, forced orgasms, mating rut, kidnapping, drugging, yandere Note: Sorry this took so long to fill, but uhhh...I went crazy with it and this is a 1.2k monster of a mini fic. 😂

When you wake up, it takes you several seconds to realize exactly what happened. You were working overtime as per usual when your boss Hawks came in. His pupils were full blown, sweat dripping from his body like he had just run miles, and he couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

You didn’t realize the danger until it was too late and he had you in his arms, pressing a sweet smelling cloth to your mouth and holding you until you passed out. And now, you’re tied to a bed naked, legs spread wide as an even more feral looking Hawks stares at you with hunger in his eyes.

“My pretty little bird,” he whispers as he climbs into bed with you. “You’re finally awake. I didn’t want to do this while you were unconscious, that makes it no fun at all for either of us.”

“Hawks, what is the meaning of this?” You try to sound calm, rational to try and talk some sense into him. “You need to let me go.”

“Why would I do that?” He slips up your body, slotting himself in between your thighs and grinding the bulge in the front of his pants against you. The rough fabric of his jeans pushes against your clit, and you let out a soft gasp. “See? You want this.”

“Whatever this is, no I don’t want it!” You snap at him, but instead of looking angry, the corners of his lips turns up into a smile.

“Of course you do, pretty bird. It’s breeding season for me, and you stayed around like a good little bird. You wanted to be bred by me, filled up with my hatchlings until you’re big and round.”

Your eyes widen in horror. “What - no, I don’t -”

You had heard rumors of Hawks, speculation on just how bird-like the number two hero truly was. But you had no idea of this, not even an inkling. “Your breeding season?” You ask hesitantly.”

“I’m in a rut.” And then he’s unzipping his pants, pulling them off and revealing a truly large, impressive cock that’s already rock hard. “And I can’t wait, my baby bird. I need to be inside of you, need to breed you until you can’t handle any more of my eggs.”

“Eggs? No no no, Hawks, please think about this - “

But he doesn’t answer, sheathing himself inside of your unprepared pussy in one firm snap of his hips. You whine at the painful stretch of your tight muscles around his length, and tears form at the corner of your eyes that he promptly kisses away.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’ll feel good in no time,” he coos at you as he begins to thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight - you were saving yourself just for me, weren’t you? Of course you were.”

You begin to argue, but then you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, trying to force its way in. He said eggs, you remind yourself with dawning horror, that must be an egg -

“Hawks please, please think about this! I don’t want this!”

“Yes you do, little bird,” he grunts out, as he begins to make sharp, shallow thrusts into you as the egg forces your pussy to stretch even further. “You wouldn’t have stayed if you didn’t want this.”

You scream as the egg enters you and he fucks it up into your pussy with more sharp thrusts. You feel it press against your g-spot, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum hard around it. 

“See? I knew it, you fucking wanted this. You cumming around my eggs is so fucking hot, baby bird,” he groans out as he fucks the egg up into you. He reaches the barrier of your cervix, pausing for one second as he reassures you. 

“This will hurt at first,” he admits, “but then it’ll feel good. And it will all be worth it when we have our precious hatchlings.” And then he gives one massive thrust as he forces your cervix open.

The blinding pain takes your breath away, the feeling of the egg pushing past into your womb agonizing. You feel a pop as your cervix gives way, and then the egg is filling up your once empty womb. Suddenly your body is on fire, pussy gushing liquid around his cock as more eggs push inside of you easily now that you’re more stretched open.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you mindlessly babble as the eggs move along your walls, pressing hard against them and causing more orgasms to wrack your body. “Oh fuck, Hawks, oh god, it feels so good - I can’t - “

“Keigo,” he corrects you, “call me Keigo, my beautiful mate, the mother of my children.” He presses against your stomach, rolling the egg around in your tummy and causing you to scream from the sheer pleasure.

More eggs plop into your womb along with the other, and your belly begins to swell and stretch and you’re only able to lay there limply as your body is wracked with more orgasms. “Please, no more,” you whimper pathetically, Keigo, it’s too much - ‘

“Shh, this is the last one, I promise,” he whispers to you, forcing one more egg through your wide open cervix. You glance down at your belly, shocked to see that you look 9 months pregnant already. You can see the outline of the eggs, and you marvel at it for a second before you reach down to touch one.

You give a broken moan as you feel the eggs inside of you, realizing that maybe he was right - isn’t this what you were made for? To be bred and full of eggs? It’s not so bad, you think, and in fact it feels amazing. How were you able to live, being so empty before?

“I knew it,” he smiles happily, “you realize this is what you were meant for.” He begins to thrust again, several sharp movements before he’s cumming against your cervix, shooting hot ropes of cum directly into your womb to fertilize the eggs.

He lifts your hips up, keeping his cock snugly inside of you until your cervix closes again, ensuring that no eggs slip out and all of his cum stays inside of you.

He picks you up gently, placing you in a large ring of pillows and blankets before tucking you in. “This is your nest, little bird. You’ll stay here until the eggs are ready to hatch, okay? Don’t strain yourself, you’re so delicate right now.”

You wouldn’t be able to move much even if you wanted to, you realize. Your belly feels so heavy and full, and you’re unbelievably sleepy. But before you pass out, you hear your mate distantly say something.

“We’re going to be such a happy family, baby bird.”

Scrambled

Yandere Hawks x reader

Content warnings: Yandere Hawks, Dubious consent, implied imprisonment, fake egg laying, breeding kink.

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So we all agree Yan!Hawks has a breeding kink, right? Right.

But... Birds lay eggs.

Picture this: Hawks shoving a collection of little egg shaped vibes inside of you. He crams as many of them in there as he can. Then he plugs you up, ties you down, and leaves you there for hours. You're left alone, writhing and shaking as the vibrations absolutely wreck you. No safeword, no mercy, and no way to escape the vibrators logged deep inside you as they rearrange your guts.

Eventually your capture returns. You're a trembling, over stimulated mess on the nest bed, and he's never seen you looking better! It gets him so hard seeing you all full up with his eggs. Your belly bulging, thighs shaking, and that pretty hole of yours all plugged up. Keeping his brood good and safe like a good little breeding hole.

Such a perfect mate! He's sure you'll do just as good laying them for him.

Hawks pulls you up so your sat on your knees in the center of the bed. He has to support you, because your legs are still wobbly from the last several hours, but he doesn't mind. He pulls you tight to his chest, pops that plug out, and starts pushing down on the top of you bulging stomach.

"Yeah sweetheart. Push them out for me. You're doing so good now." He croons in your ear.

You can feel him pressed up against you. He's hard and throbbing, rutting against your ass, but he's careful not to get in the way of you "laying" the eggs.

Between Hawks' rutting, the pressure on your stomach, and the still on going vibrations from the eggs you're inundated with sensations. The easiest thing to do is give in and lay the eggs, so you do.

It's a lot of effort. Your muscles are all exhausted from the last several hours and a few orgasms. Still, you bare down and push.

The vibrators are surprisingly hard to push out. Eventually thought the first one shifts down and starts to drop. You can feel it the whole way out. It runs up against your sensitive walls as it slides down. The vibrations causing you to shudder and sob.

Hawks just shushes you, eager for the main event.

The first egg pops out in a gush of fluid. Hawks had been kind enough to use quite alot of lube when he was cramming you full. Now it's dribbling down your thighs and making a mess of the bed sheets.

Once the first egg slides out, which was both a strange sensation and a pleasant release of some of the pressure inside of you, you start pushing in ernest. You're tired. You want this to be over with. You want to finish up and go to sleep already.

The moment Hawks sees the first egg he goes feral. He grabs your jaw, wrenches you head around, and devours your slack mouth. In-between kisses he's snarling and panting in you ear. "Oh, oh fuck! Yeah baby, you're doing so good. Keep pushing, keep fucking pushing! I want to see you lay our eggs! Fuck!"

The next one slides out a little easier. Your body has adjusted to the movements necessary and the feelings becomes retinue. Soon enough another egg is slipping from you body. Then another.

You lose yourself in a haze after that. You push until an egg slides out, Hawks gets excited, showers you with affection, then shoves down on your belly to begin the dance anew.

When the last egg slips out in a dribble of fluid you assume that's it. You're finished. There's nothing left inside of you. Hawks' hands keep pressing on your middle for a moment, trying to encourage you to push, before the lack of internal vibrations register.

He counts the eggs laying between your spread knees, and moans. Then he wrenches you backwards until you're seated on his cock.

"Look at them. LOOK AT THEM!" He grabs your chin and forces it downwards so you can see. "Look at our brood. Ours. My perfect mate, I filled you up so well, and you took it all! Fuck! All mine, you're mine!"

All you can feel is his thick cock splitting you open, and his swollen balls slapping into you with every thrust. He's hitting you so hard and deep. It's like he's trying to carve the shape of himself inside of you. Distently you realize the punched out noises your making are breathy gasps and screams. You can't hear anything except Keigo though. He commands every bit of you.

He litters you neck with sharp nips and bites. Both sides of it will be black and blue by morning, but for now all you can do is slump against him like a ragged little fuck doll as he uses you.

He slides one hand between your legs, and that's all it takes. Your climax washes over you in an electric wave so powerful that you black out. There's a roaring in your ears, and then nothing.

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You come back to yourself sometime later. It could have been seconds, or hours. All you know is you and Hawks are still kneeling above the eggs, and he's still positioning away inside of you. You can feel it as he slams into you one last time, and then stills. He's balls deep and throbbing as he cums. The warmth squirting sensitive places inside of you, but he doesn't let you escape. Even as you writhed and begged he held you until he was certain you took all of his seed.

Then he pulled you down, and laid your shivering body down on a dry part of the mattress. He was still nestled deep inside, keeping his cum in, and pressed up against your back. It jostleled you when he lent over and began switching off the eggs one by one.

"Looks like I'll have to recharge them for next time." He sighed.

Ice flooded your veins. "Next time?"

"Oh Babybird," he chuckled. "You didn't think this was a one off thing, did you? I have a whole 'nother box of these we haven't even opened yet. I'm thinking of working you up to double didgets . Doesn't that sound fun?" He asked in a mocking coo.

A quick count of the eggs spread out on the bed informed you that there had only been five inside of you. Hawks wanted to double that.

"No." You wheezed, but he only laughed.

You both knew he wasn't giving you a choice.

Hunted Down (Yandere Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

           Love wasn’t something that you could run from.

           Hawks had told you that time and time again, reminding you constantly that love wasn’t something that just stood by patiently. No, it was something that ran after what it wanted, that refused to stop until it got it. In the beginning, when he had tried to teach you about love, it had been to let you know just how pointless running would be. It was to show you that you would never be able to escape him or his love for you.

           But it was only now, as you ran through the woods, stumbling over roots and skidding in the mud, that you realized the full truth of what Hawks had been telling you. As much as he loved having you with him—keeping you with him—his love was predatory, something that needed to keep moving. It was not content to simply soak in having you there, as wonderful as it was. Not when chasing you gave Hawks a thrill like nothing else in life.

           No, Hawks and his love needed to hunt.

           That was what you had realized when Hawks had set you back down on the ground just outside this forest, having left his apartment and the city far behind. Folding in his wings, he had reached out to brush a lock of your hair, his calloused hand stroking your cheek as he did so. Not quite sure what to make of either his actions or that gleam in his eyes, you had just stood there, awaiting an answer.

           “You get a ten-minute head start,” was all that he said, not offering any more explanation than that, not even as you stood there for several long moments. At first, you were only trying to figure out what he meant. Once you realized it though, you continued to stand frozen, unable to tell if he was serious. But then, after you took one step back, and then another and another, all the while he stayed in the same spot, staring at you with that same exhilarated grin, you suddenly tore off, not looking back.

           Exactly how long ago that had been you weren’t sure. Had it been five minutes? Or had it been nine? Was he already after you? Had he been this whole time? Were those crunching leaves and snapping twigs caused by animals, or by the winged hero, determined to make the chase more of a challenge by staying earthbound, considering how certain he must have been that he would catch you? Were those creaking branches simply waving in the wind, or were they being pushed aside by the gust of Hawks soaring past?

           Each one of those questions pounded in your head with each step that you took, and every other second you swore that you saw Hawks through the trees. He was teasing you, you could feel it, keeping his distance just enough to make you think that you might have a chance, when deep down you knew the truth. You knew it even as you tore through the undergrowth, pushed yourself past countless trees. It was unavoidable when his gaze was boring down on you from god-knows-where. The truth was that no matter how far you got, how safe you thought you were, his love would never stop chasing you, he would never stop chasing you. He—

           “Caught you.”

           His voice was just at the shell of your ear, so soft that at first you thought that you might have imagined it. But when you felt his wings begin to encircle you, felt his arm wrap tightly around your waist to make you turn to face him, you knew that it was over. Taking one look at Hawks’ hungry gaze, you knew that you had never had a chance, not when you were up against the full force of his love. And when Hawks saw that realization dawn in your eyes, too big for you to push aside or hide from anymore, his grin only grew wider.

           “That was fun,” he murmured, lifting your chin so that your lips just barely brushed against his, a predator sampling his captured prey. “Want to play again?”

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I REALLY NEED TO FINISH THIS FFS

Im curious. Is there a Hawks fic that ya'll haven't read but have been wanting to read? Like a concept/plot that hasn't been done but you wish has?

I got sick a few days ago and it reminded me of this

How I think Canon Hawks vs. Fanon Hawks would react to you getting a fever. (Been a while since I've done one of these)

Canon notices you still hadn't gotten out of bed around noon and went to check on you. Your face was pale and your lips were redder than normal. He checked your temperature, you were burning up and were barely awake. Immediately Hawks went to the fridge and grabbed a cold compress. He wrapped a cloth around it and placed it on your head to cool you down. The most Hawks knew was that rest would be the best option, though for a temperature as high as yours he decided to get you some medicine. Checking around, you had nothing for fever which meant Hawks would have to go and buy some. He goes out to buy medicine and stops to buy some chicken noodle soup as well. Coming home, he gives you the medicine and begins working on making you the soup. While the soup heated, he readied a cold bath and some spare clothes for you as he woke you from your needed slumber. He apologized and helped you up, leading you to the bath room. Helping you strip down and into the tub, you almost jumped back into Keigo's arms, but he reassured you he would be by your side. The cold water woke you, and as much as you didn't want to, you needed to cool your body down. After fighting your mental self, you had him help you in the tub and prevent you from escaping the cold water. A few minutes passed before you adjusted to the water. You felt slightly better, but after the bath, you just wanted warmth. Keigo helped you get dressed and lead you to the couch, where he had already prepared a few blankets and pillows for you. He served you some soup and set you on the couch as he went to change the sheets in your bedroom, throwing your current into the washer. Keigo wasn't good with his words when it came to you, but he was very expressive through his actions. It was something you loved about him, we was never static, in fact, he was very fluid with his motions and made sure to express his emotions. He took care of you in sickness and in heath. The rest of the day, he spent by your side, tending to your every need. Your fever was bad and lasted about a week. After you had recovered, the following week Keigo got sick himself and now it was your turn to take care of him.

V.S.

Fanon senses your sickness and begins to panic. To you, you just had a simple fever, to him you were on the brink of death. He can be a bit overdramatic with his actions, but you knew Keigo meant well. He immediately left to get medicine, soup and even some bottles of water. He gave you the medicine and began making the soup. As he did, he left a few feathers around you to keep an ear out for you. He kept a cold wet rag on your head and kept it wet to help break your fever. Keigo didn't want you to move a muscle, he fed you, helped you drink water, and even checked for any other symptoms. He hoped it was only a fever and nothing worse. Keigo dreaded losing you, you were all he had and he would be lost without you. His wings were disheveled, and so was his hair. He paced around the house as you slept. Eventually he got so anxious that he sat by your bed and held your hand as you slept. He stayed with you as you slept, eventually falling asleep as well. Waking up feeling better, you turn to see Keigo asleep, he was on his knees and half of his body was on the bed. His head resting on his arm and his hand intertwined with yours. You watched him sleep and decided to wait for him to wake up to tell him you felt better. An hour had passed before he woke up, and upon hearing you were feeling better, he rushed to give you a hug and covered your face in kisses. He wings flapping happily and little chirps could be heard from him as he nozzles his face into your neck. You laughed and told him to take it easy, but Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms for the rest of the day. And he did just that.

An old favorite

Fanon lovers: Hawks would be a shitty boyfriend since he is always working and probably uses his body in some lines of his work.

Canon lovers: Hawks is a precious fucking bean that must be protected. If you try and slander the precious nugget, you are going to meet your McFucking end.

Forgot I was working on this... I should finish it at some point.