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mango-bango-bby · 11 months

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Hii so like, no homo but u should totally write another safeword fic 🤭 like maybe yan!dabihawks teasing their partner like yk doin foreplay and it's going well but then they say something degrading so she safewords bc degradation makes her feel icky

Ly pooks 🫶

♡ Crybaby ♡

(A/N: I love safeword fics, they’re so comforting!! I’m not a degradation girl and so it was a strange to write this but the praise at the end made it okay lol!! I actually love this so much I even thought of making a part two to this. I really hope you like 💖💕 *also I made this mafia!dabihawks so I hope that’s ok)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, MAFIA AU, NSFW, degradation, name calling, use of safeword, praise, aftercare, super sweet near the end 💞, not exactly proofread

Summary: You use the safeword(Yan!Dabi x Fem!reader x Yan!Hawks)

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Keigo and Dabi didn’t often get frustrated with their work. But there was every once in a while were they would get incredibly frustrated. You could kind of tell that they were on edge tonight, they were a little rougher than normal but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t deal with.

Keigo had you say in his lap, his fingers pulling and tweaking your nipples. Dabi was infront of you, leaving bite marks across your thighs as his fingers rolled your clit to tease you. Neither of them had even gotten undressed, leaving you completly nude while they stayed clothed. Both of them wearing slacks, although Keigos button up was on the floor while Dabis was still on but half-way unbuttoned.

“You’re whimpering like a little slut” Keigo almost hisses in your ear. You uncomfortably squirm in his lap. “I-I’m not-” you whisper weakly, trying to deflect what Keigo had called you.

“You’re gonna’ say you’re not when you’re so wet?” Dabi asks, flicking your clit causing you to jump and let out a small squeal. “Mm, so dirty, aren’t you going to admit it? Say you’re a dirty slut?” Keigo says, earning a low chuckle from Dabi against your thigh.

“No..-” you whimper, Dabi cutting you off. “Lucky we caught you, you’re always begging for attention, who knows the men you would fuck if we weren’t around to watch” Dabi says, your eyes welling up with tears who you dreaded falling.

“Stop! Stop- Apple, apple…” you sniffle out the safeword, bringing your hands up to wipe you tears and hopefully conceal them. Both men immediately freeze up at you saying the safe word. They told you to say it and they would stop whatever they were doing to you but this was the first time you had ever used it.

“Hey, baby-” Keigo calls, rubbing your arm from behind in concern. “Don’t like it when you call me that” You cry softly, Dabi moving your hands out of the way to wipe your tears with his thumbs. “We’re sorry, pretty, it was just the heat of the moment” He says although it doesn’t calm your crying.

“Did you mean it? Do you think I beg for attention?” You cry, your tears and sobs stab through their hearts. “No, baby, I didn’t mean any of it” Dabi says, leaning closer to you to kiss away your tears. “No, you’re our sweet girl” Keigo whispers in your ear, gently petting your hair.

They really should have known better. You were their sensitive girl. Their sensitive girl who cried at a sad scene in a movie or an advertisement about a dog, or even scenarios you made up on your own head. They’d should’ve known calling you any names at all would’ve made you upset!

“You’re okay, birdy, wanna’ go take a bubble bath?” Keigo asks, you crawling off of his lap and onto the bed. You nod your head, Dabi lifting up your face to give you a small kiss before leaving to start the bath.

“You’re our sweet girl, you know that?” He asks, giving you a small peck on the forehead.

“We love you, you know that?”

You nod.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere bnha #yandere dabihawks #yandere mafia au #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere!dabi #soft yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo #yandere takami keigo #ns//fw

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Dabihawks x winged leader??? 🫣 I’m thinking if she hides the wing clippers long enough and got out? I know that’s not much to go on and but no means do you have to do it if it’s not enough 🤗

Guardian Angel

Nah you good homie. I’ve got this! Thanks for the idea!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, abuse, quirk abuse, isolation, reader punished, mentions of burning, mentions of spanking, mentions of cutting, kidnapping, dismemberment, death, revenge fic

Note: Reader’s quirk in this is just like Keigo’s but your wings are even tougher than his.

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So, the game is on. Dabi and Hawks will be hunting for the clippers until they realize you hid them. Then, it’s basically good cop/bad cop. You see, these aren’t just regular clippers we’re talking about. Your feathers are special, extremely resistant to normal clippers. They appear feather-like, but the molecular structure of them makes it so that they can’t be easily cut. It’s like trying to cut through a diamond with a regular pair of clippers. No, they need state of the art clippers especially designed for you, and it takes a long, long while to craft those special clippers.

Now, you think it would be Keigo being the good guy and Dabi being the bad guy, right? Wrong. Dabi’s the one you’d rather have to deal with because Keigo is fucking insane. The most harm Dabi would do to you is brand you with his flaming palm. However, Keigo’s a real meanie. He’s cutting you with his feathers until you start talking.

You manage to stay silent long enough, making them grow more anxious by the day as they see your feathers fanning out to their full extent. They can’t get the clippers crafted in time because the store has to order special grade materials that they just don’t have on hand at the moment.

So, even more time passes, and you take the scoldings, the beatings, the verbal abuse. You take it with grace because you have a flicker of hope to hold onto now.

Chains do nothing, you just cut right through them. Locking you in your bedroom is of no help. You just use your feathers to pick the lock on the door or shred the door in half. (They always look so dumbfounded when you just walk out of your room like they didn’t try to lock you in there).

You don’t let them bully you around anymore now that you have your quirk back at full strength. Dabi tries to brand you? You cut that bitch’s arms up. Hawks tries to bend you over his knee for a paddling with his feather or cut you like meat? You threaten to slash his achilles tendons with your feathers.

Now that you’re back to normal, you simply…dismember them? You cut them apart brutally for everything they’ve done to you. Every stab with your feather is ingrained with the memory of them kidnapping you, hurting you, mistreating you in such vile ways.

Covered in blood, you fly out of their apartment feeling weightless and free. Death to your tormentors, death to them all. You become an angel of vengeance, a vigilante stalking those who domestically harm their partners and kids so that you can “take out the trash”. This is your new life as the Guardian Angel.

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depressedexpressed8 · 6 months

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Witches aren't Real

Yandere DabiHawks x reader

Horror Movie: Blair Witch

(y/n) was so excited to do this documentary. She had always been interested in the forest that bordered the town and the legends that went along with it. Plus, if everything goes well, she could even get lots of money for it!

(y/n) was knocked out of her thoughts by her friend, Keigo.

"Keigo! You came!" (y/n) exclaimed.

Keigo, chuckled and said "Of course I would never miss out on hanging with you. I brought Dabi too!"

The brooding man in the background finally caught (y/n)'s attention.

"Nice to meet you Dabi! I hope we can work well together!" (y/n) smiled at him.

Dabi seemed to smirk and say "Like wise."

(y/n) was practically vibrating. "Then lets get to it!"

After a few days in the forest, things started to get weird. It was really freaking (y/n) out. It didn't help that arguments seemed to constantly break out between her and the two boys.

She felt like she wanted to scream. How could Dabi kick the map into the creak?! That was their way out of the forest! Not to mention the creepy stick dolls and shines that seemed to appear near her tent every morning. (y/n) was tense and incredibly on edge.

She felt so frustrated at how nonchalant Keigo and Dabi were.

And then Keigo disappeared. What was she going to do? She lost her friend to these god awful woods.

Dabi kept her going though. As mean as he seemed, he really made (y/n) feel grounded right now.

But when she heard the familiar scream of her friend and saw Dabi rush to the creepy house ahead of them, she no longer felt grounded.

The next few minutes felt confusing and made (y/n) feel all turned around, but she ended up in the basement, staring at Keigo's back.

"Keigo? Are you alright?" (y/n) asked. But she didn't get an answer. She was hit across the head and collapsed to the ground.

It had been a few years since then. The 'documentary' did become a hit, though as found footage of the tragic murder of Dabi, Keigo, and (y/n). The group were now known as victims of the Blair Witch.

But it was all a lie. (y/n) sat cuffed to a bed looking at the news coverage of hers and her captors deaths again. It was the only thing that kept her spiteful but also hopeless. Dabi seemed to like her like that, hopeless.

She felt so betrayed when she woke up in the luxury apartment, bought by Dabi's rich father, finding out that Keigo and Dabi used the documentary to stage their deaths and kidnap her. Apparently, they had liked her for a while now and knew that they didn't have a chance because (y/n) was engaged. Now she was stuck with them and their insane love.

#yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere #yandere dabihawks #yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere horror #yandere horrortober

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yandere-romanticaa · 3 months

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art credit. // I was greatly inspired by this post by the lovely @yanderenightmare so, I'd like to add my own little take on it, but only focusing on Dabi and Hawks because I'm just in that mood.

The good and bad cop routine is something which would take ages getting used to. The sheer amount of whiplash and pressure which is being put on you on a daily basis is too much, it's too fucking much and you have no time to process any of it as you are forced into this new life without any sort warning. On the few rare occasions in which you are graced with the rare bliss of solitude, you sit at your new home and just think. Ponder. Scheme. You allow the luxury of fantasy to take over your mind - you run out of the front door, barefoot, broken and scared. Bruises, cuts, burns and plenty of other injuries litter your body like a stained canvas, old and used. You could already feel the aching of your unused muscles as they would scream at you to stop, lungs heavy with the need to just breathe you but you cannot because if you do they would find you and drag you back however they damned pleased.

In this fantasy, you managed to escape. The soft green grass touched your toes, the warm sun felt hot but incredible against your tired skin. It felt as though it was giving you a Welcome back! greeting as you would make your way towards the train station, with nothing but a few bucks and some pathetic excuse of an outfit on you. You had nothing but you could manage. Anything was better than being forced back into that Hell.

You let out a long sigh as vivid imagery engulfed you, it felt so real. There you were, out of the country and lost to civilization somewhere far, far away. Grunt and manual labor would be beyond difficult to start with but it was the best possible option as it would give you little to no attention. Besides, it would take ages for your abused body to get used to it, which would probably dock your pay a little but you didn't mind. Oh how perfect of a life that would be, with no one around to bother you ever again. Perhaps in a few years if you felt like it, perhaps you could step foot in a crowd without the paranoid fear of someone peeling your skin off with white hot flames of fury and jealousy.

Dabi's touch became like a second nature to you and you hated it. Whenever he could he would grab you and just press you close to him, not caring at all about any personal space. He was tired and bored, behave and he'll be good to you, maybe. Keigo would proceed to reprimand him for his attitude but you knew damn well that he was no better than the villain.

He too would take you if he had the chance. Frankly, you were never sure what you were more keen on - Dabi's devilish honesty or Keigo's sweet suffocation. Neither option was good but Keigo felt like a lesser evil, something you could manage with a kind word or two.

You couldn't help but to grunt as your eyes fluttered open. Looking around, the apartment was still vacant. Damn it all, you couldn't even fantasize without even thinking of the two.

Oh how happy they would be if they knew that fact.

You could already hear Dabi's satisfied grunt as he pulled you close to his chest, his touch rough and unforgiving. That's right you should be thinking about him, you should be worried about what he might do to you because mercy is not in his vocabulary. Despite his constant teasing and bullying, Dabi was in no mood for games. Sure, he was a sadist who took genuine pleasure in watching you squirm and cry, particularly if it was caused by his hand. His awful burns would take forever to heal, he sometimes wouldn't even allow them to heal. That was his own personal way of claiming you, putting his own little stamp of ownership somewhere visible. As stated, mercy is not something he is familiar with.

A kinder touch is more up to Keigo's speed.

Despite the beautiful wings on his back, the man was no angel and he was not guiltless. He was just as bad as Dabi but his own obsession simply manifested in a completely different manner. Instead of hurting you, the pro hero preferred to be doting and kind. Oh how he ached to touch you but whenever you would flinch away hurt him so badly, but he never put the blame on you. Horrible, mean Dabi was the one who messed you up, which meant that it was Keigo's job to fix you. The blonde just loved to bathe you, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as the scent of shampoo would fill his nostrils, a scent he hand picked in hope that you would like it.

They took so much from you. He had to make it up somehow.

It was during these vulnerable moments where he tried to get you to open up to him. There were times when he managed to do just that and have a proper conversation with you. He stored those precious memories deep inside his heart and he would replay them constantly in his head as he was out on patrol.

He couldn't wait to get home. Did you start to see him as desirable? A person of safety? God he hoped so.

There was no way out of this arrangement he made with Dabi, there just wasn't. It was hard to manage but it had to be done. Keigo felt bitter about the fact that Dabi was the one who spent most of the day with you. Keigo was unfortunately tied down by his hero work and public duties, which meant that he had to be extra careful about his activities with you. He couldn't risk the public knowing about you, it was too dangerous.

As for Dabi, he danced on a strange line of being allowed to do whatever he wanted while also somehow being able to do nothing. On paper that makes no sense but Dabi is just that kind of guy. He can have you for himself for the whole entire day but if you were spotted with a nefarious criminal such as him, he would be in deep shit. He was skilled enough to take care of this whole ordeal but still.

The relationship you have with these two is rocky. It's like trying to pick a rose and trying to avoid the thorns, only to end up getting pricked by an even bigger thorn. No matter where you go, run or hide, they are always there. Not even your own mind was safe.

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freya-fallen · 13 days

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Little Dove 3/?

Part 1 Part 4

TWs for this part: smoking, manipulation, grooming

Dabi knows what he's doing is wrong. He's not blind to his own backwards morality. In fact, he revels in it. He's murdered without a second thought, for no more than a flash of annoyance. He's a consummate monster.

But this… the plans shaping up for Hawks’ sweet little sister are truly demented. They're sick, twisted, the sort of evil that leaves a stain and never washes out. He can't wait to share what the hero will do. No doubt, Hawks will try to defend himself. Endeavor will find out what his lost son made the hero do, and he will be filled with disgust for both his son and his second.

It's all due to an accident of fate. Hawks losing his phone was the best thing to happen to Dabi. Thanks to the idiot’s affectionate contact name for his sister, Dabi was going to trap the two birds in a cage of his own twisted design.

You and Dabi text every day after that. He’s funny in a dark, sardonic sort of way, but you suppose that’s normal for someone in his line of work. He convinces you to meet up the following weekend. You’re nervous to meet him again.

You’re also worried about Keigo finding out, but your brother is absent in the few days leading up to your “date.” You don’t think it can properly be called that because it’s not as if he likes you, right? He’s just being nice to his peer’s little sister who never gets out.

Either way, you’re super excited. You spend entirely too much time picking an outfit, lamenting your lack of girlfriends to ask for advice. Last time he saw you, you looked like a kid. You were in your school uniform. This time, you want him to see you looking more adult.

Eventually you settle on a black t-shirt and jeans, both of which hug you flatteringly. You wear black shoes good for walking just in case, and even put on what you consider an artful application of makeup. You think you look much more mature like this, though the butterflies in your stomach belie your cool facade.

Soon enough, you trek to the cafe where you agreed to meet. Dabi is already sitting back in one of the outdoor seats. He nods in acknowledgement and his eyes flick over you; you flush at his clear appraisal, and wish you could figure out what he’s thinking.

“C’mon,” he says, rising to throw an arm around your shoulders.

He’s so warm and the scents of smoke and tobacco waft from him, as well as something that else that reminds you of fiery nights, but you can’t quite pick out why. It doesn’t matter; the smell isn’t necessarily bad.

“Where are we going?”

He steers you toward an alley and a writhing mass of darkness appears. “This is a friend’s quirk. It’s safe,” he assures you as you step through. You cling to him through the darkness and he squeezes you close.

When you come out the other side, you’re in a small apartment. It must be his place. There’s a futon, a mini fridge, a sink, what you guess is the lavatory, but the focus is a decent sized flat screen hooked up to a few different consoles. A cardboard box is filled with folded clothes, but that’s the extent of the furniture. It’s like he just moved in.

“I figured we should hang and get to know each other,” Dabi says by way of explanation. He sprawls on the futon and gestures for you to join him, turns on the television, and begins scrolling through apps via one of the consoles. “Do you game?”

You shift from foot to foot before finally taking a seat on the edge of the futon. “A little.” Most of the games in the apartment were chosen by Keigo and you’re not big on those.

He nods. “What d’ya like to watch? I’ll put something on.”

“I don’t know, I watch pretty much anything.”

His head rolls toward you and he deadpans, “I’ll put on some porn.” Your expression must be comical because he bursts out laughing. “Relax, I’m not trying to break you.” He settles on Netflix and sticks on some Korean show about zombies. “This one’s pretty good.”

You nod, actually familiar with the show. “Oh yeah, I like this show. It gets pretty dark though.”

You watch and slowly become more comfortable, leaning back on a pillow propped against the wall. You’ve almost forgotten to be awkward by the time you see fumbling out of the corner of your eye and you glance toward its source.

Dabi has taken down his mark and sports a cigarette between his lips. The bottom one is charred, scarred all the way down into his t-shirt. He lifts a brow at you, then flicks up a finger. A blue flame dances atop it. He uses that to light the cigarette. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You have a fire quirk?” It’s about the dumbest thing you can say, but he nods.

“Yep. And you can thank that for all these fuckin’ scars. Pretty, huh?”

The thing is, if it weren’t for the scars, you’d think Dabi is pretty. Even with them, he has a rough, edgy look to him that probably pulls women anyway.

You shrug. “I like all your piercings.”

“Yeah?” He tugs your ear lobe with the hand not holding the cigarette and you giggle. “You should get some yourself. I bet you’d look pretty hot.”

“Keigo would flip.” The words are out before you can think twice. Your hand slaps over your mouth, eyes wide.

Dabi watches you keenly with those sharp blue eyes of his. “Keigo, huh? Don’t worry, Dove, I won’t tell his secret identity.”

“Thanks.”

“As far as what he likes… well, I bet he wouldn’t like me flirting with his little sister either, but here we are.”

You fall still, unsure you heard him correctly. “You’re flirting with me?”

Dabi laughs again. “Sure am. You’re too damn cute. Why, did you think I asked you to hang just to be nice?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, suddenly shy under his gaze.

Dabi’s tongue skirts his lips and he leans in close. You can smell the cigarette on his breath, but it doesn’t both you. “Sweetheart, you have been running through my mind like a goddamn train since the second I saw you.” He pulls you against him and kisses the top of your head. “You okay with that?”

You smile and speak through the fluttering pulse in your throat. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

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zeke-best · 1 year

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"You are on your own kid, you always have been"

#touya headcanons #touya todoroki #dabi is touya #touya angst #touyama nao #touya x oc #dabi x reader #dabishiga #dabi my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi x y/n #dabihawks #yandere dabi #mha todoroki #bnha headcannons #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto #shoto mha

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prettyboykatsuki · 10 months

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men who want you to be their yandere can be something so personal

#aristotle.txt #SPEAKING OF LET ME GO WRITE MORE YANDERE DRAFTS #i will try and get thru the ones i have i prommy it will just takes a while #yandere cw #i think this (in bnha) is esp dabihawks but also bkg genuinely

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thetreefairy · 2 years

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Okay, so I am having grieving issues lol, so yandere romantic Hotwings (dabihawks) helping their darling grieve.

cerebral infarction mentions (reader and grandpa)

You can cry your heart out

Hawks and Dabi chose the wrong moment to kidnap Reader. But they saw it as a gift for their birthday!

Reader had lost their grandfather a few days before their birthday 3 years ago, and was buried a day before their birthday. Their grieving process coming back every birthday.

Dabi and Hawks simply couldn't understand why Reader was being so docile.

For matter of fact, they were kinda ✨spicy✨ in their language when their annoyed or scared. "Reader-chan~, do you want some sushi?" Hawks tried to bribe Reader, Reader was laying on their shared bed. Laying under the cover, hidden from their sight. "Come one, I made you some thee, little mouse." Dabi said as soft as he could, pulling the covers down. Revealing the puffy red eyes of Reader, their body completely tense. "Awe, baby bird..." Keigo muttered putting the sushi on the nightstand, taking of their chains and pulling them on his lap. Dabi didn't know what to do, he wasn't used to comforting people ever since he left his siblings. "Little mouse, can you tell us what's wrong?" Dabi asked, expecting to hear: 'YOU FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME!' "I- why did-." Reader was full on sobbing. "Why did grandpa die?" Reader cried. "Why did he die, why didn't I?" Now Reader was being sandwiched and Dabi started to pet their hair softly. "Why did he die because of a cerebal infraction and I didn't?" "You can cry your heart out." Dabi told Reader. They didn't need to know who they were talking about, all they wanted right now was to comfort reader. "Dabi, go order something from that Japanese place. Get all that sushi that they like!" Dabi was hesitant to stop stroking Reader's hair. Reader was full on crying and sobbing loudly still, clingy to Keigo, holding his shirt. When Dabi stood up from the bed, Reader started to cling to Keigo like a koala. They heard them mutter: "I'm still mad that you both kidnapped me.

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nen-authr-not-spoiler-free · 9 months

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Looking for online friends! Age Range: none just don't be creepy :3

Current Likings/Hyperfixations:

Good Omens

FNaF

MHA (mainly specific characters from it)

Watcher Entertainment

Mothman

Cats (my longest hyper fixation been going steady for 16 years)

The character and movie Nimona is a slight liking

About me:

Name and pronouns: Nen It/They

I'm a Boogara

I'm a L.O.V stan! I love Himiko and Dabi! Out of the heroes id pick Ochako (she's my number 1 fav mha character) Good Omens for life

My OTPS:

AziraCrow

TogaChako

DabiHawks

Fuck off:

Transphobes

Homophobes

Racists

Prosh1ppers

Please Interact:

Afab

Multishippers

#fnaf #mha #we are watcher #mothman #cats #yandere simulator #nimona #boogara #toga himiko #bnha dabi #dabihawks #ochako x himiko #afab #multishipper

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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dabihawks bondage fic 👀👀??

A Little Tied Up Right Now

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, bondage, spanking/paddling, fingering, orgasm, implied kidnapping, sadistic Dabi, sadistic Hawks, degradation

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“Don’t make me punish you,” Dabi threatens with a chilling sense of calmness.

Those five words were all it came down to. You barely have anything left. Your sense of security already diminished to a laughably small size. They cause you pain whether you’re good or bad, but how they treat you is entirely up to you. If you’re being a good girl for them, the pain won’t be as bad. If you’re being an absolute brat, then they’ll discipline you accordingly.

Today, you don’t want to play nice. Today, you want to be left alone. However, once those words were uttered by the flame thrower, you couldn’t figure out what you wanted to do. Should you behave and make things easier, or should you keep defying them in hopes that they discard you of this terrible life.

The latter has never worked before. Why would you think it would work now?

However? The latter is the option that you choose.

Much to your surprise, it isn’t Dabi who grabs you. Instead, it’s the strong hands of Keigo who leads you to the room with all of their toys, none of them are ever fun for you.

“No, I don’t want to go to the toy room! Stop! Let me go!” You fight to be released, but you’re so weak in the face of the pro hero.

“Come on, Dove, hold still for me. Take it like a good girl, yeah?” Keigo asks with a sultry note in his voice.

You continue to squirm as Hawks binds your wrists with rope. He uses intricate knots to fully secure your position. The rope was already attached to a sturdy hook in the ceiling, so all he has to do is raise your arms above your head. He does this slowly in a dramatic fashion while pulling on the rope until you’re left dangling like a worm on a hook, your toes barely touching the floor.

Dabi lays flaming hands on you, burning your clothes to ashes. It looks like you won’t have any clothing privileges anytime soon. Some of his fingertips linger on your skin a little too long, and he burns you.

“Aw, it looks like you got yourself another little burn. Shouldn’t have been such a brat then. Honestly, someone would think you want this with how much you act like a fucking bitch.”

At your loss of control, panic begins to set in. They watch you have a little episode until you have exhausted yourself into calming down. Quiet sobbing is the only thing that can be heard from you now, and both men share a look, signaling that your real punishment is about to begin.

Dabi grips your sex with the palm of his hand. A lewd gleam in his cruel blue eyes flashes at you, and you gasp at how his fingers find their way inside of you.

There’s rummaging going on behind you, yet all you can focus on is the gathering wetness between your thighs. The pyro is so unbelievably close to you that you find yourself moaning into his chest.

The raven haired man leans in close to your ear and whispers, “All you had to do was ask if this was what you wanted, slut.”

This wasn’t what you wanted, though. What you wanted was to be left alone. What you wanted was for them to release you of this life whether that be letting you go or killing you.

It’s terrifying how good he can make you feel, though.

You hear it before you feel it, a lightning fast crack before you feel something beat against your flesh. You try to twist enough to see what it is, but your numb arm is in the way.

You feel the stinging smack again on your left cheek, and it has to be the paddle. Keigo loves spanking you with that evil fucking thing.

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a “fuck” that so desperately wants to leap from your lips.

Your eyes widen in pleasure from Dabi before squeezing shut in pain from Keigo. It’s tormenting, it’s exhausting, and it’s exactly what they want to turn you into a good girl.

“P-please!” It’s the only word you can get out of your system.

“P-please w-what?” Dabi mocks you, voice hitching in a high pitch just like yours.

“What does our little songbird want?” Keigo teases as he lines up the paddle for the next stroke.

They know exactly what you’re begging for.

The pain and pleasure mixing together like red and blue paint, creating a beautiful purple to the point where you can’t even tell the difference between the two colors.

You feel the impact of the paddle this time, yet the fingers thrusting in and out of you make it hurt a little less.

“Come on, what does my doll face want?” Dabi whispers in your ear with a haughty voice.

“I want you to let me come!” you cry out.

“I don’t know. Do you really deserve it?” His fingers work their way inside of you even faster, the friction rubbing against that sweet spot of yours.

You can hardly stand it as your toes graze against the hardwood floor.

“I’ll be good! Please?!”

They have to let you come. You can’t stand the thought of them leaving you like this.

Keigo raises his arm and brings the wooden paddle down across your cherry red ass for the fifteenth time.

“What do you say, Dabi? Think we should be nice and let her make a mess?”

You’re close. You can feel your climax not too far away with how Dabi continues to stroke that little ball of pleasure that continues to build and build and build…

You clench around the width of his fingers before gushing all over Dabi’s hand. The creamy orgasm spreads all the way down to his palm, dripping onto his wrist. There’s a lot, and you don’t feel any shame for it.

Keigo stands there, laughing behind you. “You have no idea what you just did.”

Dabi slides his fingers out of you and inspects his hand before wiping it off on your hair. “Keigo, finish up with her.”

You watch the villain saunter over to a chair. He takes a seat and watches you with mild interest.

The pain is amplified tenfold now that you’ve come down from your high, and the man with scarlet wings beats every inch of your rear into a deep crimson hue with indigo bruises.

After all of this, you have a feeling that you will be behaving yourself for a very long time.

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depressedexpressed8 · 7 months

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Horrortober

Welcome to the Horror Movie mashup. I'm taking some of my favorite/famous horror movies and mashing it with our boys.

It will go like this

Silence of the lambs; Mic

Scream; EraserMic

Blair Witch; DabiHawks

and The boy; Hawks.

The ones on wattpad will be fem while the ones on Tumblr will be male. Ex Fem EraserMic will be here and regular EraserMic will be on Tumblr.

#yandere bnha #yandere erasermic #yandere hawks #yandere x reader #yandere dabihawks #yandere present mic #yandere horror

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xlovely-daydreamsx · 2 years

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Black Lab (Yandere!Hawks x Reader x Yandere!Dabi) Ch. 6

Find Chapter 1 here!

Find Chapter 5 here!

Summary: You learn to cope with the help of a friend.

Note: Hello everyone! Long time no see, eh? I’m officially graduating tomorrow, so new chapters are either going to be a lot more often or a little less often depending on what kind of work I’ll be doing over the summer. But I hope you’ve all been doing well, and that you enjoy the newest chapter :)

You tried your hardest to stay there for as little time as possible, but it was hard to come up with excuses when you practically lived alone.

“If I’m gone too long, my mother might worry about me- I don’t think she’d be too happy that I’m here.” The counter was cool against your skin, goosebumps crawling their way up your arm.

“It’s only four, though,” Kiego frowns, “she doesn’t get home until later, right?” He must be stalking you; it’s the only explanation you can think of for how he knows so much about you.

“You shouldn’t be home alone all the time, anyways,” Toya moves to take your empty glass, the intricate design catching the light as it moves, sending splashes of color against the dull gray walls, “you’re an Omega,” he looks you up and down, “such a small one at that. It’s dangerous.”

“I’ve done perfectly fine by myself,” Kiego gives you a look of sympathy which sends your blood boiling, “I don’t know what ideas you guys have in your heads about Omegas, but I’ll tell you right now that I’m not going to live up to any of your fairytale love story fantasies.”

Toya stops his ministrations at the sink, turning towards you with a look you can’t quite place. He leans against the counter, foot against the cupboard looking ever-so casual. These two seem to only be capable of pissing you off.

“I never wanted to be Apex, or soulmates, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, so I’d appreciate if you both just left me alone.” To be honest, you feel a little bit badass standing your ground like that. I mean, you had to do it eventually, you know? But it’s hard, especially in a stranger’s home, surrounded by Alphas twice your size… You’re starting to rethink your decision.

Toya just smiles, though- a soft upturn of the lips and a shake of his head, like a child just told him something silly.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the parental clause.” You freeze. You were most certainly familiar with it, if the letters to congress and award-winning journalistic pieces on it weren’t enough to prove so. While it had been banned in a few places, your home had not caught up yet, and it was devastatingly still applicable.

The Parental Clause was instituted around the 1920’s, basically stating that if an Apex omega’s living standards with their parents or themselves are lesser than that with their mate, they can take full custody in court. The most controversial part of this clause, however, is that it extends well into the Omega’s adulthood.

It originally stemmed from Apex couples that consisted of a minor who had unsupportive parents, but was often used against “unruly” Omegas who wanted independence despite their situation.

It was outdated back then and even more so now, but it was used so seldom and only in small claims court, so it was looked over by most people. Not you, though.

You had to live with that fear, and now your nightmare was coming to life.

“Please don’t,” you hate how meek you sound now. How they’re both so capable of changing your mood in seconds, “my mother doesn’t have anyone else.”

Toya pushes himself off with his foot, stepping towards you, practically oozing with poise and power. Kiego just watches him, unphased. You’re sure he knew this would happen.

“Then I want you here after school every day for dinner,” he walks around the island with a hand still on the granite, coming behind you and letting it wrap around your shoulders. He’s so, so warm against you, “and you can spend the night on the weekends.”

“I have a job,” you say as he presses his face into your neck. You shudder, hands clammy. Your body feels hot but the stone is still so cool against it.

“You’ll quit it, then- I’ll give you an allowance from now on.”

“I have a life, friends-” Kiego cuts you off.

“Like that little Alpha that was all over you this morning?”

“You reek of him,” Toya’s tongue presses against your still fresh mark and you jump, halfway falling out of your chair, but his arm keeps you in place, “our Omega doesn’t need trash like that rubbing off on her, does she?” He finally pulls away to look at his husband, and Kiego grins. His eyes are hooded as they drift between the two of you, Alpha scent heavy in the air.

You could puke.

“We’re not evil, (Y/N),” you could beg to differ, “if you have plans, just let us know. We’re understanding people.”

“Just stay away from people like that, okay, hun?” Kiego gives you a smile that’s probably meant to comfort you, but it only makes your throat feel a little tighter.

Kirishima… he was one of your best friends. He knew you better than anyone, and has been there for you when no one else was. Could you let that go?

You didn’t really have a choice, did you?

You nod weakly; you can’t bring yourself to look at them anymore.

Toya finally backs away from you and you finally feel like you can breathe again.

“We’ll ease into it though,” Toya smiles, back in his place against the sink, “don’t wanna scare you away.”

Well, that damage has already been done.

They take you home after a silent dinner. It was delicious, you hate to admit, but you were too nauseous to eat most of it. The two of them gave you grief over that, of course, but you couldn’t care less about it.

They were the reason you were like this, the reason that bile threatened its way up your throat whenever you curled into bed and found Kiri’s smell.

You surprised yourself when you didn’t cry, though- you’d done it so much, they must’ve dried out.

Your mom comes home an hour after you do, sending you a quick ‘you home?’ text, but you make up an excuse not to come down to see her.

‘sorry, playing a game! love you <3’

How would you explain this to her?

You don’t go to school again the next day, and you ignore the texts from Kiri and Denki asking if you’re alright.

But another text comes along with it, from a number you don’t quite recognize.

‘Need a ride, hun?’

You feel clammy. Sweat beads on your forehead at the thought of one of them driving you around anywhere, let alone where anyone can see you.

‘who is this?’ You send back cautiously- maybe it was the wrong number?

‘Kiego <3’

‘no’ is the last reply you give before you shut off the device completely. You know you didn’t give him this number, so how did he get it? How does he find out anything about you?

Kiego was a nutcase, that you were sure of, but what about Touya? You couldn’t really get a read on him, considering your… emotional circumstances, but you didn’t like him. He was an unpredictable variable, and you don’t exactly like that kind of spontaneity.

You’re fed up with all the worrying at this point, so you busy yourself with a video game and some YouTube to pass the time and take your mind off of things.

It’s only a few hours later when your doorbell rings and the resounding sound of your dog’s ‘woof’s flood the house. You instinctively reach for your phone to check the time, but remember that it’s off, and you’ve probably missed a lot of messages… maybe some from Kiego.

Is that him at your door? Waiting to tell you how worried he was, how much he loves you, how he and his husband can’t wait to legally kidnap you.

You hold the power button and pray for a quick startup, opening the device not to messages from Kiego, but from Kiri.

‘I’m outside; let me in?’ A sigh of relief makes its way out of you, and you hurry down the stairs to greet him. You had told him the code ages ago, but he still refuses to come in alone- always such a gentleman.

You throw the door open for him, a wry grin on your face.

It’s only when he looks down at you in distress that you realize.

You forgot your patches.

“So this is why you haven’t been around? And you didn’t think to tell me?” You and Kirishima are sitting on your bed, a stuffed animal tucked under your chin as you sit, close enough for your knees to touch.

“I…” You what, (Y/N)? You didn’t think you could trust your best friends? “I didn’t wanna jeopardize anything between us.” Kiri’s eyes soften at that. His hand reaches for yours, and he gives it a little squeeze.

“Nothing could change how I feel about you, (Y/N).” It’s comforting in a way you haven’t felt in months, and you feel your shoulders relax- things feel normal again.

You lay your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh, relief washing over you and leaving you with a sense of solace.

“Thank you, Kirishima; I can’t tell you how much that means to me.” Your eyes are closed, but you can still smell him clearly. He smells of cherries and mint, and a twinge of sweat- likely from the walk over to your house.

“Do you wanna… tell me about it? About your Apex bond, or… bonds, I guess.” You open your eyes at that, upturning them to look into his, still resting so closely to his face.

He has really pretty eyes…

“And tell me if I need to beat em’ up, okay?” You chuckle; he always knows how to make you feel better.

So you tell him, if only to take that weight off your shoulder. You tell him about how you met Kiego, how he ended up in your home, how he convinced you to come see his husband. How it was all inevitable anyways, how useless you feel, being pulled around by strings of faux fate. It’s not fate- it’s just genetics.

“Maybe we can just run away together, Kiri.” You joke, still curled up next to him. You feel so, so tired. Even thinking about those two is exhausting.

“We can join the circus or somethin’,” you feel his laugh reverberate through his body, “I’m sure we could think of an act.”

“I’d follow you into hell if you asked.” He says, not an ounce of a joke in his voice.

You don’t think about it, though. Disregard the implications, opting to close your eyes once more and drift off, his warmth and familiar scent around you.

You wake up to your phone ringing. It seems like Kiri had fallen asleep as well, but the little tune that plays from the device rouses you both with twin groans. It’s a number you don’t recognize at first, calmly hitting the ‘silence’ button and rubbing the sleep from your eyes- who answers the phone for numbers you don’t know?

But then it rings again, and a third time, so you decide that someone must've died and opt to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N),” a low, familiar voice answers, “I’m coming to pick you up. I just left a meeting so I’ll be there in…” he pauses, likely checking the time, “ten minutes. Be ready.” Before you can utter a response, the phone clicks, and the call ends. Fucking Touya.

“Don’t tell me that's who I think it was,” Kirishima says, but you’re already fumbling out of bed.

“You’ve gotta leave immediately, and I’ve gotta take a bath in scent blocker.” You pull him off of your mattress and he groans but obliges, running a hand through his hair to try and fix the mess from the nap.

“What, are they territorial?” He jokes, but you just respond with a ‘yes’ and start pulling out some clothes to throw together an outfit.

“I mean it, Kiri! Ten minutes, and you need to be far enough away from my house that he doesn’t see you.”

“I got it, I got it,” He pulls on his shoes without tying the laces, “let me know if you need to be rescued.” He pulls you by your shirt, back hitting his chest, and wraps an arm around you for a quick hug. “I mean it, (Y/N). Anything you need.”

You give him a meek smile.

“Thank you,” You want to say more to him, tell him what it means to you, but you can’t find the words.

You end it at that, and he’s out the door the next minute.

You pull on some jeans and an old Radiohead shirt, a flannel thrown over top of it all and your dirty, written-on converse on your feet.

It’ll have to do.

You just finished tying your shoes when the next call comes, and you look out the front door’s windows to find another incredibly fancy car, sleek black and not anything you could name, but you know it costs more than anything you’ve ever owned combined.

You hurry out the door and into the front seat, last night’s conversation still ringing in your ears.

You could put up with it for your mother’s sake.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

You think.

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