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luno-614 · 2 years

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Day 2 of asking for yandere hawks x pregnant chubby reader

I have heard the cries of your ask :3 my child sorry it took me forever to complete :3 hopefully you enjoy it :3!

I made it a bit more fluffy :3

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Hawks will be overprotective of you that’s when your not pregnant now add a baby to the mix it’s like being in your own prison ( well you already are ).

He baby proves the house it’s a bonus added since you don’t get hurt and once the child comes out the house will be safe enough for them. He also make sure that any sharp utensils are put away correctly.

If your stove is an open fire he is totally cooking for you ( even though he kind of sucks so you’re telling him how to cook in reality.)

As a yandere he lowers his sadistic self and actually starts acting like a real loving partner.

It frightens you sometimes because you forget that he still is the one that kidnapped you, even though he’s massaging your feet while watching your favorite show. While both of you are just laughing and throwing witty banter. Enjoying the small moments where you lower your walls and open up. Remembering who you were …..remembering the outside….

Since you are chubby he watches your weight carefully. He stopped insulting you since he once did a side comment and your tears were running for days . You wouldn’t even face him, refusing to eat.

That quickly made him shut his mouth more .

He loves your soft tummy !

He is always by your side at home . Talking to the baby making sure you are okay .

His favorite thing is getting greeted at the door by you and feeling your stomach on his body . He gives you a big kiss and then one to his little boy ( Keigo knew it was a boy a long time )

Maternity photo shoot…. did I forget to mention that it’s decorated with his feathers and gold.

If you are a well behaved darling he actually takes you outside to get your checkups . Like a little walk outside :) a small reward as he calls it .

Buuuut if you aren’t a good wife and especially in public well there are always doctors who are just in it for the money .

Being moody and aggressive with him can cause him to lose his patience and that means he needs to correct your behavior so maybe he might take a bit longer when you need that medicine or when your skin urgently needs that coco butter créame .

So even if pregnant he still punishes you psychologically and he has his right hand man helping him in the inside.

“ Dove we are going to be late for the doctors remember it’s at 4:30.”

Keigo was putting on his warm coat as it was December outside . He got two red scarfs one for him and the other for you .

He was putting one of his feathers in side to make sure to track you if anything happened while the doctor took you to the other room.

He didn’t hear you reply but he did hear a sniff and he knew what those meant .

You were looking into the mirror again. Critiquing your body looking at all of the lumps and bumps. Stretch marks running across your figure, with the cherry on top your swollen stomach.

He knew being 5 months along was rough and your baby belly has gotten bigger with it . He wished you knew how beautiful you looked carrying his child .

He was proud that he breed you just right :> and he’s going to be the best papa ! He just knows it !

He walked to the shared bedroom and saw you naked. He quickly calmed himself down before doing something he really shouldn’t.

“ Dove, you okay ?”

He saw tears running down your face . He moved quickly covering you with his wings .

“ keigo … I don’t feel beaut-“

He lifts your face to see your eyes wiping way those tears.

“ you might not feel beautiful my dove , but trust me when I say you are beautiful.”

He kisses your lips softly, a loving kiss for his loving wife .

“ let’s go to the the doctors and then how about your favorite park ?”

Your eyes had a light that he hasn’t seen in a while .

“ C-c-can we feed the d-duck.?” Wiping your face feeling it warm he nods encouraging that small light .

“ yup ! We do have extra bird seeds.”

He turned you around and took a step from you . You were know facing your bedroom instead of the mirror . As keigo walks around the clothes he picked out a red coat he loves on you .

“ my dear red is such a beautiful color on you .”

He got your outfit ready wanting you to match him and the scarf .

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He was buttoning the last button on on your coat he looked at your pulp lips and gave them a quick kiss .

“ love you (Y/n) .”

You looked at him and gave him a small smile

“ love you too keigo .”

You lean your forehead on his chest, letting his wings hug you as well .

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While feeding the ducks he was puffing out his chest to tell the ducks and swans that’s his mate . You just thought he was cold so you just held his hand feeding to his bird ego.

He felt proud that you were being such a good dove. He was a bit nervous you would fly away and get taken away or be trouble but nope you are calm and trained the perfect dove.

He rubbed your stomach feeling his son kick.

“ HE KICKED ! Dove he kicked ! Hi it’s daddy!”

He kneeled to stomach level and continued to talk and rub your stomach .

You chuckled at his actions . You knew he wanted to be a father you just sadly didn’t want him to be the father but you promised your baby you will be the best mom in the world .

You knew your Baby would grow in an odd world but you would make it the best, even if that means including that damn hawk keeping you trapped.

You are afraid..because every day he gets a bit sweeter and your walls are breaking. Plus this baby is making you tired so you let some things pass by, just like your opportunity to tell the doctor for help or even the fact your room was right next to the emergency exit .. no one would have noticed.

“ love you my dove and our hatchling .”

But

This baby makes you tired and keigo is taking you out to eat dinner and it’s your favorite !

“ say Ah my dove ! This cake is so delicious!”

Did he mention a body massage with a comedy movie tonight?

“ maybe one day we can go to Paris as well . What do you think ? “

Oh! He doesn’t work tomorrow ? So lazy cuddles in the morning!

“ five more minutes the hatching and I need more nap time dove .”

Telling your self it’s all for the baby .

“ alright five more keigo and then we eat breakfast okay ?”

He nuzzled your shoulder and nods

“ love you dove .”

You leaned in and smiled

“ love you too keigo.”

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skipper19 · 8 months

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Imagine this..

Alpha!Keigo, who always made sure his mate was well taken care of. There was never anything that you would ever need or want because you already have it, so there's no need to long for it any longer. Keigo keeps his feathers hidden around the house, and a not so hidden one wrapped around your neck as a courting gift. These feathers will always let him know when his little omega is in need of something.

Alpha!Keigo put that specific feather on a necklace because it was the very last courting gift he provided to you before he asked you to be his mate, officially. Not that it was necessary. Keigo always made sure it was obvious to the people around you both that you belonged to him, bond mark or not. Not to mention the stench of nothing but Takami Keigo wafting off of you most times. Which was totally not intentional.

Alpha!Keigo was so twisted with his own emotions the first time another Alpha approached you. One one hand, Keigo knew you were his loyal omega, and you would politely reject the other Alpha, but on the other hand, Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you so close that his scent was permanently marked into you. He wanted to growl and prowl at the other Alpha, maybe even show off your bond mark that he so happily gave to you when your relationship became official. Thank God Keigo had a reputation as the number two hero to upkeep because if he didn't, he may have actually taken the second option.

Alpha!Keigo became so flustered and nervous on the inside that the media found out about his omega mate. No one would leave you alone. Either it be asking questions about you during an interview or trying to take a picture of you as you walk down the street. Keigo hated when the reporters would spot you on the street when he wasn't there. You always come home smelling of anxiety and nervousness. Keigo, the adoring Alpha that he is, always made sure to calm your nerves on these occasions. Fortunately, you grew accustomed to the press after some time, and you easily avoided them.

Alpha!Keigo notices a rather large bruise on your arm one day, and after further investigation, he discovered it to be a hand mark. Keigo persuaded you (made you cum until you were a crying, blubbering, mess) until you finally revealed that a reporter had spotted you on the road today. You were walking home from work. The male reporter thought it would be a good idea to corner you so he could ask questions. You, rightfully so, attempted to just walk away like you always do. But this guy, alpha no less, grabbed your arm so you couldn't leave. Keigo was seeing red.

Alpha!Keigo calms down enough after a few hours. He lulls you to sleep and watches you dream away so peacefully before he pulls out his phone and makes a call.

Alpha!Keigo doesn't hesitate to let you build a nest in his office. None of his coworkers nor workers are allowed in his office after you do. Of course, they can come close to the door and knock, but they are forbidden from entering. Even when Keigo/you isn't there, they still are not allowed in his office. Your nest is too precious to even be seen by anyone else. Keigo teared up when you said you wanted to build a nest in his office and his room at his house. You trusted him enough to do that. He could only hold you close, wrapped up in his beautiful red wings, as he praises you and thanks you.

Alpha!Keigo, who hates it when you switch your shampoo. You always claim that you never cared for what shampoo you grabbed, as long as it wasn't conditioner, but he hated that you switched it up every time. Your scent just changed too much, and nothing ever smelt special for you, specifically. Finally, the night you both first made passionate love to one another for the first time. Keigos' back was lined with burning passion. His shoulders were tense, sweat dripping from his forhead, his wings jerking and relaxing every few seconds, not to mention you. Your body laid out beneath him, sweat lining your beautiful skin, hair sticking to the bed and your own face, hickies and dark bite marks scattered along your upper chest and neck, it was all perfect. What made it even more perfect was the smell that Keigo couldn't get enough of. After he had emptied his balls into you, he just laid on your chest. But Keigo didn't expect to smell the sweetest, most drooling scent he had ever smelt, pouring from your scent glands. Nothing covering or blocking you from openly releasing this scent if yours.Round two immediately started after that.

Alpha!Keigo protects you and loves you with everything he is. Man, hero, son (hopefully a daddy bird soon), you took it all when you stole his heart. Keigo would gladly put down his life for his omega, and he would put down someone else's life for you, too. Though he would say that allowed, he knows you're more sensitive about gore and killing than he is. But he doesn't care. As long as you stick by his side no matter what, he knows he will stick by yours.

And don't get be started on Alpha!Keigo becoming a father after impregnating his little omega.

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black-aurora-nora · 4 months

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Give In | Platonic!Yandere!Hawks x Teen!Reader

This had to be the worst day of your life.

You didn't think anything would top being kidnapped, but here you were sunken into the couch of your 'home' weighed down by your own dejection.

Your entire body was cold.

Wet, muddied clothes clung to your body and there was an obvious trail coming from the door to the couch.

Everything was numb.

Your fingertips, your toes, your mind.

The sound of the door opening paused your inner monologue.

"Man, that rain is no joke today! I'm soaked!" Hawks' voice came from the front door, but you didn't bother looking at him.

He strolled over to you after taking his shoes off, but again you paid him no mind. You couldn't bear the sight of him.

He stilled for a moment, looking you over while a frown overtook his features, "(Y/N), my sweet little sister, did you go outside?" His voice was so soft yet unbearably sarcastic. He knew the answer.

He hummed unhappily when he received no reply, "You're gonna get sick if you sit in those wet clothes any longer. I'll go draw you a bat-"

"Yeah, I hope I get so sick that I die." You spat. But even that held no real emotion behind it. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry at him.

You'd been angry at first.

You'd spent so long trying to figure out an escape plan, only to find the door unlocked when you didn't find a key. Then you anxiously ran out into the rain, screaming for help and looking for any other houses or even streets.

For miles, you ran.

For miles, you hoped and prayed that today was the day you'd be free again.

But as if your prayers were nothing but a joke, you found a tall wall at the end of your journey and it suddenly made sense why the door was left unlocked.

The image of Keigo laughing at you was the first thing that flashed in your mind and you felt something snap in your psyche.

You grabbed at the muddied ground, throwing clumps of mud and grass into the wall as if it were mocking you. Curses of Keigo's name left your mouth with fiery breaths and when the clumps of mud weren't enough, you hit and clawed at the walls.

It hadn't mattered that your fingers were bleeding or that a few nails were gone.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered except for Keigo.

"Okay, grumpy, you still have to take a bath."

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell me about the wall?"

Keigo stopped, turning back towards you. He had a cocky glint in his eyes, "Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily? Or that someone wouldn’t find you and return you?”

"Why..." You trailed off, "Why did you let me think that I had a chance? I... I ran for miles... thinking I was free..."

A sound of pity left Keigo and you wished you could slap him, "(Y/N), you're a smart kid. I'm your older, smarter brother." You wanted to scoff at his ego, "Why wouldn't I or the Heroes' Commission plan ahead?"

Why wouldn't they plan ahead?

You felt so stupid.

Of course everything had been planned.

Your prior kidnapping from your home.

Your shipment to Japan.

And your 'rescue' accomplished by Hawks himself.

It was so obvious now that all of that had been an orchestrated to get you into Keigo's possession.

You were a business plan.

Something to keep Keigo occupied from losing his sanity.

"Y-... You're all sick... you're all fucking sick!" Your chest hurt and you clawed at your heart with mangled fingers.

"(Y/N), focus on your breathing for me." Keigo told you, ignoring your spiraling. When you couldn't calm down, he stalked towards you, "(Y/N), I said focus! Slow your breathing."

Violent sobs tore your throat.

Everything had been taken from you just so you could play house with some hero.

Keigo cooed softly and closed the gap between you to hold you close and slide you down to the floor, telling you to slow your breathing.

He uttered praises to you when you finally listened and slowly but surely, your breathing was dissolved into quiet sobs and sniffles.

He stroked the top of your head before grabbing one of your hands to look at your fingers. He gave a small sigh when noticed how bloodied and swollen they were. They were probably riddled with fractures and would surely bruise.

“Maybe,” he spoke, “If you’d let go…this whole thing would be easier.”

“I… I’m gonna go take a bath now…” Your voice was hoarse, grated raw from your sobs and you stood on wobbly legs to make your way to the bathroom.

Keigo only smiled reassuringly and before you closed the door, he spoke one more time, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Please don’t forget that.”

But how could you?

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dabislittlemouse · 7 months

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tainted angel 🪽 MASTERLIST

ෆ pairing: Dabi x Hawks’ little sister

ෆ Synopsis: While stalking Hawks and trying to find out more information about him, Dabi comes across his little sister, a sweet angelic thing that welcomes him inside her house with a bright smile on her face. Dabi can’t help but get obsessed over her, the sudden urge to make her his takes over him entirely, maybe to have Hawks under his control while he enjoys his little sister, or maybe he really does like her. Nevertheless, she does not know the danger she just involved herself in, nor does she know that her brother’s handsome “friend” is in fact a dangerous villain who has sick twisted intentions.

ෆ cw‼️: smut, yandere themes, corruption kink, dubcon/noncon, mixed feelings, Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, stalking,

ෆ A/N please read before going further: This multichapter fic is written in Dabi’s POV mostly, it’s written in first person. You will come across Dabi’s thoughts and feelings, how he perceives things. He calls Keigo’s sister “angel” instead of the famous Y/N label, so I’ll be calling her angel too. Sometimes I include angel’s POV too (which you can totally insert yourself and imagine being her. As I write this fic I also imagine myself being the sister as well). Due to her being Keigo’s sister she might have specific descriptions such as hair color, eye color, skin, wings etc.

CHAPTER 1

During a boring rainy day of wandering around, Dabi gets a call from the men he hired to get more information on Hawks. They had found his old house, where supposedly his mother lived. Dabi decides to pay her a little visit, not knowing the surprise that was waiting for him: the little angel Hawks used to keep hidden from the public.

CHAPTER 2

Hawks threatens Dabi to not get close to his family, specifically his sister. But Dabi definitely has other plans the moment he got her number, deciding to call her late at night.

CHAPTER 3

Angel continues to secretly interact with Dabi despite Hawks warning her not to. She is entirely captivated by his charm and mysteriousness. Dabi decides to pay her a little visit and leave a small gift.

CHAPTER 4

She finally agrees to meet Dabi behind an alleyway, late at night. They both head to an empty park, where Dabi decides to make a move and savour her. From that moment things get heated up.

CHAPTER 5

Hawks is worried that his sister was out so late at night. He starts doubting her words, wondering if she is even telling the truth. He is not pleased with what he sees once she comes back.

CHAPTER 6

As Dabi refuses to elaborate on who he is and what bad things he has done, angel starts getting more paranoid. Especially knowing that he might’ve possibly entered her house at night or stalked her. As much as she enjoyed his company, she doesn’t feel safe, so she decides to listen to her brother’s warnings and stop talking to Dabi. Though Dabi is anything but pleased with her decision.

CHAPTER 7

She has been keeping watch for a few nights by now, anxiously waiting just in case Dabi decided to appear again, living in constant fear. Strange dreams appear in her sleep, of him being so close to her, touching her body in ways she begs for more. But is this really just a dream?

CHAPTER 8

“You like the danger don’t cha?” Dabi smirks. “You like some thrill in your boring peaceful life, something troublesome that has your blood boiling and adrenaline rushing.. isn’t that right doll? You like to play with fire, mess with the unknown, scared that you’ll burn and yet needing more. Confusing isn’t it?”

CHAPTER 9

Time for a real date. Giving Dabi another chance, she again lets herself swim in dangerous waters, though this time she won’t come back unscathed

CHAPTER 10

Giving in to the temptation and burning desire that could no longer be contained, she finally lets her body and soul into Dabi’s hands.

Divider credits @cafekitsune

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thecuriousquest · 4 months

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Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition

TW: NSFW, sex toys, sex, BDSM/BDSM gear, Dom!Yandere x Sub!Reader

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Bakugou, Shoto- rope and paddles, no doubt about it. They love a good binding to tie you up with so that you can’t go anywhere, and what compliments bondage? Something to spank your ass raw with.

Aizawa, Mic, Enji- vibrators and gags; whether the vibrator goes inside of you or on your clit, they love to watch you turn into a shaky little mess. Something else that turns them on is watching your cries turn out muffled from the ball gag shoved none too gently in your mouth and locked behind your head. Now the real fun can begin.

Keigo, Kirishima, Denki- candle wax and hand cuffs; the heat stimulation drives you to writhe around a lot. They have to keep you still somehow. Why not use handcuffs as a means to keep you from getting too far?

Dabi- chastity belts and spreader bars; he’s got a kink for virgins, but he also wants to control your sexual life outside of the bedroom. Also, you move too much, trying to push your knees together out of embarrassment. The fuck’s wrong with you? That’s why he loves clasping your ankles with spreader bars, forcing your legs to stay open, giving him everything he wants. It’s like gold to him.

Izuku- muzzles (half face coverings locked behind the head) and anal beads; FUCKING LOVES shoving these beads up your tiny asshole. Just like the pleasure he gets from a ball gag, he gets even more pleasure from covering your face with a muzzle. It somehow exudes even more control over you than the ball gag.

All Might- nipple clamps and butt plugs; he really goes to town with nipple clamps. He loves watching your nipples puff out as the heavy clamp weighs it down. He also loves stuffing you with things whether it’s a dildo, butt plus, or his dick. However, if he wants to really fool around with you, he’ll definitely choose butt plugs above everything else.

Shigaraki and Hitoshi- anal hooks and body harnesses; they’ve got a thing wrapping you up in body harnesses. Attach an anal hook to said body harness/restraints, and they’re in fucking heaven. Just the thought of you squirming and begging for some type of release makes their cocks drip with pre as they grip you by the hair and get ready to stuff ANOTHER hole.

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novasdarling · 11 months

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Sorry to put in another, but thinking about Hawks with a darling who he likes to let his hunter prey instincts kick in. He's taken them, maybe out to a cabin in the woods. Giving darling little opportunities to escape. Her thinking it's by accident but he likes the chase. 💀🖤 No pressure, ignore if not interested haha 😅

Hehehe, I love the good ole predator-prey dynamic! But I can imagine in the beginning he just does it without saying why. Confusing and scaring the poor reader.

Hunting

TW: Kidnapping, Yandere Themes, Predator-Prey Dynamic, Mentions of Noncon.

The door was unlocked. Hawks had never even so much as left a window unlocked since he took you. You could see through the crack the locks weren't in. All you had to do was twist the handle and open the door. You didn't have to go through his several locks. The critical part of you knew something was wrong. Hawks was brilliant, a perverted monster, but intelligent. Maybe he forgot? No, he never forgot anything when it came to you. Your mind pondered what was happening. Questions and questions echoed in your head. Yet, no real answer surfaced.

Your hands itched at your side, begging to open the door. To get the hell away before he came back. He hadn't been out long, you had a chance to put some actual distance between you and him if you ran now. Your legs carried you closer, even as your mind opposed. This was a trick, a trap. He wouldn't be so careless after all he's done. After all the time and effort he put into getting and keeping you with him. You knew better after all these weeks to think anything was a mistake or an accident with him. No, Hawks was calculated. Nothing was left to chance. Even with this change in scenery, the cabin was not simply a "couples getaway" as he said. No, it was a place smaller than his home. Fewer rooms, less space for you to hide from him. Hide from his touches, his advances. There was always a motive behind his actions, behind his decisions. This door was no different. Yet, as your hand reached the doorknob. Your perception of him faded. All your mind could focus on was the word "run".

Your body sprang into action once you opened the door. Pushing your body out of the thresh hold. Out of the door, out of the cabin. You hadn't even put shoes on. Feeling the dirt on your feet. Ignoring the way twigs would poke and jab at them. It didn't matter. Nothing did, all that you cared about was running. Running as fast and far as you could. You didn't have money, not enough clothes to keep you warm at night. No real plan of what to do after. All you could think of was to run.

Your body had carried you farther than you thought it could. It wasn't until you had run about five kilometres straight before you felt the weight of it. Your legs felt heavy, your lungs even worse. You had been locked away for weeks without much movement unless it was in bed with Hawks. Your body wasn't used to this. You needed a break. Needed to rest for a bit. You made a good amount of distance between you and the cabin, right? A small rest wouldn't hurt, he wouldn't be back for hours anyway.

Sitting against a tree, you stretched your legs. Trying to catch your breath and get ready to keep on going. Closing your eyes, leaning your head against the tree. Letting yourself relax and cool down. Even with your eyes closed, you could enjoy the sun and breeze on your face.

You were out. That was all that mattered right now. You were out, enjoying the fresh air. Enjoying freedom. However, that voice was back. "He wouldn't leave the door unlocked" rang in your head. He was calculated and always prepared. It wasn't right to suddenly have all those locks not in use. Your thoughts were cut short.

The sun vanished for a moment as a gust of wind hit your face. Opening your eyes. Staring into the sky you were met with a clear blue sky. The sun was still there, no clouds. The wind was even calm. Could you have imagined that? Was the fear of running really causing you to imagine that? Looking at the sky, you stood. Looking around, trying to figure out what that was. The sky was clear, with no clouds. Even the branches were still. The trees were beautiful. Full and green. Looking around you admired the scenery. You had missed this.

A pop of red caught your eye. It was small and high up. A cardinal you assumed. So, you watched. Waiting for it to fly away, but it didn't. It stayed in the same position. So still, unnatural. Perhaps an early red leaf. It wasn't until the red made you nervous, forcing you up and to continue your journey that it moved. Floating down slowly. Falling closer to your feet than it naturally should of. It wasn't a cardinal. It wasn't a bird at all. No, it was a red feather. Much too larger to be of any bird you had seen. You could feel your heart rate race back up. Breathing became difficult again. You knew that feather. Knew what-who it belonged to. You've seen that feather hundreds of times. Laying around the house. On the furniture. Covering you in the mornings. On him, on his back. Attached to his wings. It belonged to him. It was Hawks' feather. How could you have missed it? It was so clearly his shade of red.

The panic was rising again. You felt nauseous, like bile was rising in your throat. He was near. He had to be. He was aware of his feathers at all times. That meant it was planted, that he was-

"There you are."

It was him.

Without thinking you ran. Ran as fast as you could. You made it this far, you couldn't go back. You wouldn't let him take you back just to keep you locked up again.

You couldn't see him, you were staying focused on the path ahead. Weary of any low branch or raised root that could hinder your getaway. Even without looking up, you could feel his presence. Feel him close by. Feel the slight breeze from his wings. At any moment he could swoop down. He could come down and pin you to the ground.

"Oh come on, don't be like that."

He was laughing at you, while you were fighting for your life through the trees. Trying to stay upright and focused. All you could hope for was there had to be a point where the trees become too thick for him to see you, or even swoop down at you. But it never got to that point. The trees were always bare enough for him to make his way down. Occasionally he would. You would feel the pressure of the wind against your back as he dipped lower. The flash of red by your head and his stupid laugh. He was having fun. Enjoying himself as he watches you cry and run. Fighting for your life.

Your legs were giving out. You weren't made for running, especially not this far with no training. Looking around, searching for somewhere to hide for a moment. Luckily, you were granted some kind of mercy. There were a few trees growing closer together than the rest. Creating a thicker skyline and a few fallen trees to hide under. It wasn't much, but if he wanted you he'd have to come down and drag you out. A better mercy than this chase.

Heading toward the trees. You took cover under a few of the smaller ones that had fallen. He couldn't see you directly anymore, but he knew you were there. You watched as his shadow circled the area a few times.

"Given up already sweetie."

"Go to hell." Your temper got the better of you.

Hawks laughed at your response. He was sick, enjoying himself. Getting off on your fear. If only people knew the truth. That he wasn't some kind of sweet hero boy they made him out to be.

"Oh come on. Just come out already. I'm not done yet." So this was some sort of game to him. You were being chased for his amusement. Fuck, you were an idiot. He left the door unlocked on purpose. You should have listened to yourself. He wanted this, wanted you to run. Like always, you were playing his game.

"Please, please just stop."

You wanted this to end already. You didn't want to play his game anymore. You were an idiot for thinking you had any real chance. Any hope of getting away from him. Even if you could get away from him physically, he had money and power. You had nothing. Where would you go? Who would you tell? You had no one, while he had everyone.

Hawks made his decent down. Landing by your hiding place. A few steps before the trees got too thick. He was smiling while cocking his head to the side, ducking low to meet your gaze. Enjoying the view before him. You cowering beneath the trees, trying to hide from his site. While your heart was pumping with adrenaline from fear. His was pumping with excitement.

Hawks circled the trees. He was trying to coax you out. Get you to follow him back willingly. Trying to get his win to come to him like every other time.

"This was fun, but it's time to go home now."

"You look so cute. Now how about we go home. It's getting late and I'm rather hungry."

His words meant nothing to you. He was just getting tired of watching you be so pathetic. Wanted to get you home, back into his domain.

Soon his words turned sour. He was getting tired. Walking around, his words turned to teasing and mocking.

"You didn't get far now did you?"

"You really think these trees can keep you safe?"

Of course, they wouldn't. Nothing could keep him from you and as he dipped below the branches and snapped the few that got in the way of his wings. He proved that. You watched as your safety was being broken into.

"I-I'm sorry Haw-"

"Don't call me that."

"Please Keigo, please-" "Shhh," Hawks had gotten a few feet from you. The trees only were a nuisance for him. "We had our fun, let's go home."

Hawks dragged you out from your hiding place. Putting his arms around you as he walked the two of you back. It was awkward and mostly quiet, but there were burning questions at the back of your mind. Searing and needing to be asked.

"You did it on purpose didn't you?" "Do what?"

"The unlocked door, all of this."

"Oh," Hawks let out a chuckle. "Of course, I wouldn't be such an idiot to leave the door unlocked." You knew it. "Though apparently, it doesn't matter much. This was the third time I left the door unlocked this week."

He did it on purpose. He wanted this. Wanted you to run. Wanted the chase. Perhaps even wanted a reason to punish you. You could never truly tell with him. He would say one thing, but then his actions would want another.

As you two walked home, all you could think about was whether this game was enough for Hawks, perhaps he wanted a reason to punish you. Fear and confusion ran through you, but all you could get from Hawks was his joy. As the cabin came into view. Hawks only smiled and laid a kiss on the top of your head. Nothing made sense with him. Even after all this time, you still had only gotten the basics of staying on his good side. Of understanding the might hero Hawks.

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inazuman · 2 years

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i gave you that necklace because i love you!!!

Content and warnings: hawks x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied, goes by she/her, and is referred to as a woman. yandere hawks, possible dark content. he mind controls you and gets off on it. dom!hawks, sub!reader, teasing. toys, possible semi-public sex (you fuck in his glass office but no one is around), oral (f receiving), creampie, some plot but not really. pet names: hawks calls you dove. Words: 3475 A/N: this was initially part of my kinktober 2022 but it was late!!

Hawks cannot believe how well his plan went.

After nights of flying to the roof across your apartment, days of dropping his feather in your bag so he could track you, a friend from hero support gave him something special. He gave you, his trusting little secretary, a necklace as a gift, and asked that you never take it off. Though a little confused, you thanked him and complied with no complaint.

He was shocked, filled with the glee that comes from events being followed through perfectly. Because at the back was a clasp the shape of a circle, which connects itself to the bottom of your skull, to the brain stem.

After three days, Keigo sent just one piece of information to your brain. Like good mind control equipment, the thought isn’t loud in your head, but like a suggestion, a subtle change to you and your environment. First, was the sudden growing warmth of your body, which quickly subsided after a few minutes.

After another two days, it was the sensitivity of your breasts. You could feel the material of your bra brushing against your nipples more acutely than usual. A little forward of him, but to your naivety, you shook it off.

After another day, already addicted to your reactions and knowing it’s him that causes it, he causes you to feel slick in the middle of the day. Keigo watches through his glass wall at the way your eyes widen, your thighs pressing together. You grip the table for a moment and take deep breaths, then quickly resume back to your work.

Since then, he activates the device for a few minutes every few hours of your day. It gets more frequent, more intense. You excuse yourself to the bathroom more often to clean yourself up, sometimes touch yourself. You can barely wait to go home, to finally be in the comfort of your bed so that you can take the vibrator out of your drawer. You wake up in the middle of the night, heart beating fast and thighs shut tight.

It’s Keigo who sits in his own home, touching himself and forcing you to feel that arousal, almost as punishment for making him think about you. He imagines your tight skirt, undoing the buttons of your shirt… He fists his cock at 2AM in the morning and thinks, “she should feel it too”.

Finally, he can’t take it. He sits at his desk again in the morning, playing with the device and thinking to himself, “How far can this thing go?”. He plants the suggestion for you to work late tonight, despite how aroused you are. That you suddenly feel you must take care of the work that’s piled up from you leaving early the last few weeks.

He watches you, from his floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Watches as every staff member leaves and bids you goodbye. Watches as your thighs clench and you bite your lip, trying to focus on the screen. You even go to unbutton the top button of your shirt, to relieve yourself from the heat your body is making.

As the lights get darker in the office, leaving just his and yours, he inputs one last suggestion: Ask Hawks for help.

It enters your mind, and he knows immediately what you’re ‘thinking’. For help from him on the situation. The situation that has you having less and less good orgasms. That can’t just be satisfied by your vibrator.

He pretends that he doesn’t see it in the corner of his eye, the way your legs are wobbling as you stand, the way you brace yourself for every possible response he could have, your deep breaths before you open the door.

“H-,” you clear your throat, “Hawks-san-”

“Please, I’ve said before, call me Keigo.” His smile is bright, easy-going. It makes it easier for you to say what you want to say, but doesn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

“I- um. I know that you’ve told me… to come to you. If I, ah, if I need anything at all? Even if it’s strange?”

He lets you finish your sentence, relishes in the way you struggle to speak, your face flushed with arousal, your embarrassment.

“Of course. I’m here for you, with whatever you need.”

“Well, um…,” you shift your weight either side of your feet. “I’m having… problems.”

“Oh, what sort of problems?” He can hardly contain his smile, resting his chin against his hand.

“It’s… I’m having trouble, ah, feeling good?”

“Feeling good? What do you mean?” His feigned innocence is artful, and for a moment, he considers whether he should’ve been an actor instead.

“Ah, please… Please feel free to say no! I don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you, or you have to help me.”

He laughs. “I know my boundaries, dove. I won’t just abide by you.” His wink makes you shy.

“I-I’ve been very, a-aroused lately… I don’t know what came over me! It just happened, and I can’t make it go away… And I don’t know what to do.”

Your eyes on the ground make you fail to notice his dark smirk, his all-knowing gaze, and his mind running wild with what he wants to do to you.

“Of course I’ll help you, little dove.” Your head swishes up, eyes bright.

“Really? Thank you, Keigo-san!”

“Just Keigo is fine, darling.” He rolls his chair back, gesturing to you. “Come stand here.”

“H-Here? In the office?”

His head tilts. “Wouldn’t you like your help right now?”

“But… anyone could come in and see.”

“No one’s gonna come to the office at this time,” he chuckles, “who wants to work on a Friday at 10PM?”

You hesitate for a moment, but under the thick fog of your arousal, and the slick you can feel still dripping from your core, you step forward. Letting him eye you up and down, you fiddle your fingers in the silence.

“You’re real pretty. You know that, doll?” He leans back, and your eyes for a moment go to his thick thighs spread across the chair, big hands against his armrest.

Keigo brings his chair right up to you, your body is trapped between his legs, no running from him. He brings his hands to the outside of your legs, just under your skirt.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, and his cologne is intoxicating, his minty breath, you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You don’t know why it’s him, but your body aches for him, wants him, needs him.

“Yes, please Keigo, I want this. I want you.”

He smiles wide, lets his hands run up and down your legs. “Good girl.”

He slides your skirt down your body slowly. Your panties are only in view for a moment, before your shirt falls to hide it, but Keigo sees clearly the way it sticks to you, the dampened material making his mouth water. You step out of the skirt that’s pooled to the floor, kicking it to the side.

Your now-bare thighs are for his perusal, warm skin under his calloused hands. He moves his hands up and down, thumbs brushing against your inner thigh so teasingly that almost has you begging.

“Mm, little dove… how long have you been having this problem for? Hmm?” He presses his thumb on the junction of your inner thigh. “You’re soaked.”

He knows. Knows that he’s embarrassing you, that the way your hands play with your buttons and you can’t bare to look at him is because he got you here, wet and waiting for him.

“I-,” you don’t have the words to explain what came over you when you don’t even know. Is it something to do with your period cycle? Just your body demanding things?

You stop thinking as he raises his hands to the top of your shirt, unbuttoning just enough so that only one button holds your sanity, and prevents you from possibly being seen half-naked by someone.

When your head turns back to check, he immediately brings it back forward forcibly. “Shh, dove. No one’s gonna see, yeah? I’ll make sure of it.” His hands bunch your shirt up higher, and he whistles low. “You wear this pretty lingerie for me?”

You gulp, his hands on your skin feel like heaven, his breath over your clothed cunt feels like you’re so close to relief and so far at the same time. “Keigo…” you breath, your hands still gripping the edge of the table tight. He decides to be nice, doesn’t make you say it, and instead presses a kiss against your clothed cunt. He dHe decides

You inhale sharply, you want to touch him, you want to touch him so bad, but he hasn’t said you can, and you don’t know why you know you shouldn’t? Hawks is smiling at the fact that you’re such a good girl for not, that you follow orders so easily. He likes you like this, all obedient, no matter how it happened. He rewards you for it, pulls your panties down and they land on the floor with a plop. He lifts you slightly so you’re sitting on the edge of the table, forces you to spread your legs with his hands.

“What a pretty pussy,” he chuckles low, watching your slick dripping from your pussy to the table and onto the floor. “You’re making a mess.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, flustered.

He smirks, but doesn’t comment further, diving into your pussy, a loud, broken mouth eliciting from your mouth. And this is what he’s been waiting for, to have you pliant underneath him, begging for his touch and tongue.

You can’t even hold yourself up anymore, back falling slowly onto the expanse of the table, thighs shaking despite it having been only maybe a minute that he’s been between your legs. The pleasure of your wrung-out arousal borders on pain, your core throbbing against his tongue. And he can feel it, feel the way your clit pulses under nis tongue. You’re so wet that the slick he can’t swallow down drips down his chin, down to the floor.

“Keigo! Feels so good, so good,” and he knows, that any stimulation that isn’t from your own hands or toys must feel like heaven right now. That his strong tongue lapping your folds intensively is the product of his own greed for you. His plan worked perfectly. He revels it when your back arches at a swirl he does against your clit, the pants and gasps of your breath fogging up the glass walls.

You get to the edge much quicker than you expect, your thighs tensing, the band inside of you tightening. Your body is hot, hands begging for reprieve against Hawks’ table. All you can think is you should’ve asked him sooner, that you knew he was so willing to help you, so good at it, you would’ve been able to have this daysago. This growing arousal inside of you, your mind going blank as his stubble brushes against your inner thighs, his hair falling against you. Your senses are acute and you wanna cum so bad.

“I-Can I? Can I come? Please, please Keigo, I wanna come, I-,”

“Mm, of course, dove, I’m here to help.” his mouth moves over your cunt, tongue only stopping for the moments he’s speaking. The pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves increases, he coaxes the orgasm out of you, like he knows exactly what you need.

And you cum, you come hard, the intensity wracks your brain and there’s nothing but his tongue against your cunt and the pressure inside of you releasing. Your whole body tenses, a series of sobs and whines coming out of your mouth at the satisfaction.

He watches you, carefully, wants to watch more, but he knows he needs to use this opportunity. When your eyes are still closed from the aftershocks of your orgasm, he quickly inputs another suggestion. That you’re desperate for his cock, that you want nothing but to be filled by him.

After another minute, your thighs relax and your eyes widen. You grab him in a way he doesn’t expect, pulling his pants towards you and feverishly unbuttoning them.

“Whoa, dove,” he presses his hands to your thighs, “we got time, just relax.”

“I-I need it, I need you so bad. Wan’ your cock in me now,” your babbles are plenty and he chuckles, letting you bring your hand inside his pants and watching as you freeze, hand wrapped around his clothed cock.

He’s big, you know it as you squeeze him, you nervously bring your hand against his pubic hair and into his underwear. It’s so big that even after all the prep and how wet you are, in the back of your mind, you’re a little worried about taking it. But you take it out anyways, bending down and bringing your mouth over it.

He moans, deep and dark, and to you, it’s the hottest sound in the world. His hands go to your hair, pressing your mouth down and pulling your haair back up, your tongue lathering over him has him thrusting into your mouth.

You only do so for a few minutes before he’s bringing you up to lie down on the table, spreading your legs around his wide figure.

“Thought you wanted my cock inside of you, dove?” His gold eyes take in your whole body under him, the rise and fall of your chest, your hair a mess behind your head.

“Yeah, K-Keigo, I want… want your cock,” your smile is delirious, and he takes the opportunity to make his visual better, unclasping your bra and pulling it down your chest.

“Keigo, please. ‘Want you now, please just fuck me.” The timid, soft secretary is gone. You no longer care about if people walk in, if anyone sees you. The only thing in your brain is his cock, to have him, to be fucked by him and filled by him.

He made you like this, the thought making him harder as he presses the head of his cock against your cunt, watching the way it opens up for him as he teases you. Your usually-anxious work-filled mind is blank because of the device around your neck, the one that keeps him in control without you knowing about it. And he’s grateful, especially as he slides into you and you moan wantonly under him, that the woman he’s been wanting for months is now wetter than he has ever seen in his life. The woman who he’s seen get flired with by other staff, that he’s watched tighten her thighs underneath her desk, is now begging him for his cock.

“Keigo, mm, so full,” you’re grabbing onto him, on his hands, his arms.

“Your pussy is so good, dove.” It’s thrilling, to hear your boss so vocal. “‘S so tight around me. Suckin’ me in.” His deep voice makes you slick up his cock even more, tightening up around him as he brings a thumb over your nipple.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had. Oh, that’s it. Sing for me as I fuck this cunt.” His cock enters you slowly, his hands over your breasts distracting you from the careful line of pleasure and pain that you balance on. It takes minutes for him to fully sheathe himself inside, the head of him pressing against your cervix makes you see stars. He moans deep, chestreverberating as his balls slap against your ass, fingers gripping your thighs tight.

“’m gonna fuck you like you’ve been begging for, dove. Gonna make sure you can’t live without this cock.” He mumbles it against your neck before he starts to slam into you, your screams echoing against the walls with the slap of skin and sweat.

“What a good fuckin’ cocksleeve, so fucking warm. I should make this cunt milk me every fuckin’ day. Would ya like that, dove?” His cock feels like it’s carving into your pussy, like he’s the last cock that you’ll ever take, like it’s made for him. You can barely respond with a “yes” and “please”, moaning wantonly, head hanging off the other side of the table before he pulls you back towards him. You’re helpless underneath him, your hands flail, grabbing on to both him and the table. Your slick spurts from the impact against your thighs.

“Oh! Keigo, Keigo, it’s so big, so good,” your mind and words jumble together, not sure what you’re thinking and what you’re saying or both. He responds to it, fingers spreading around either side of his cock to gather the wetness, before tapping on your clit. Your body reels towards him, the pleasure both too intense and not enough. The words coming out of your mouth just become a series of “ah-ah” and “please” and “Keigo!”. And listening to your voice just gets him harder, makes his hips smack against your thighs harder. The sick feeling of knowing he created this outcome for himself, that he’s fully in control makes sweat drip down his back.

You don’t know, but he’s waiting for it. Because he knows one of the first commands he’s ever implemented in your little, pliant mind. That your orgasms around his cock are the best you’ll ever have. That nothing will ever compare to it.

He cements his need in your life. Your pussy squeezes around him hard, puts him right on the edge too, but he holds on. Because he wants to feel you.

“Come around me, dove. I know you can do it.” His thumb runs circles around your clit, your slick making it easy and slippery. You feel the way your thighs tighten, your heartbeat rapid in your chest.

You squeeze him for all he’s worth, he moans in tandem with you, gripping you so hard to stop himself from cumming but you don’t seem to notice, head thrown back and in ecstasy, your mouth open in a silent scream. The orgasm wracks through you, from your core to the rest of your body, everything tensing. It’s never been like this before, not with your vibrator or anyone else. It’s like every nerve in your body explodes in pleasure.

It lasts minutes, you don’t move, you don’t even know if you breathe properly. He chuckles above you, slowly continuing to fuck you in and out, his fingers never leaving your clit. Your pussy is a vice around him, making him hiss as he rides out your pleasure, your body jolting under him.

When you come down, the first thing you notice is your hands gripping his arms so tight. Your body finally relaxes, taking deep breaths in. Only your heart rate in your ears slows down very little, which is when you realize he’s still going, fingertips tapping your clit. You try to scream, but it comes out small, a little noise that doesn’t compare to the slap of skin and the dirty noise of your cum moving with his cock. You try to tell him, you try so hard but it just comes out in babbles of nonsense, your arms trying to get his attention with the little energy you have.

The only response you get is him moving his hand from your clit to your thigh, pushing both legs back to either side of your ears. And you don’t know when you’ve been this flexible, but in the malleability of your body and mind, it’s somehow possible.

You didn’t know he was holding back, don’t realize how much he was focusing on your pleasure until he starts fucking you harder and faster than before. Your moans are uncontrollable, your mouth open for any sound. Your mind only knows the feeling of overstimulation, of his cock continuing to press into your raw cunt and cervix. You have no control under him, he presses your legs down until he slides once-twice- into you and then he comes, a beautiful moan coming out of him as he paints your walls white.

He slowly pushes in and out of you until he’s fully spent, aware of the sweat surrounding both of you. He almost collapses on the chair behind him, relaxing and basking in his afterglow.

“That was…” your tongue is dry in your mouth, “amazing.”

“Yeah, dove?” His response is surrounded by deep breaths, his hands going to your pussy and pressing them together and apart until he watches his pearly white cum drip slowly out of you.

“Ohh, fuck,” he almost gets hard again at the sight, but decides he doesn’t want to drain you too much. After all, he’s always got control of you now.

And even if he doesn’t? Well, he’ll find another way.

thank you for reading! masterlist

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seaweedjelly · 10 days

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Apologies

You upset your captor, Keigo, so to prevent making your situation worse you apologize in the best way

Tags: Deep throating, Blow jobs, Praise, Vocal Keigo, Cum Swallowing, Not edited

NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW

“Keigo?”

“Yes, my angel?” He chimed. Not even looking away from his paperwork. He was mad.

Normally he gave you his full undivided attention. His tone of voice didn’t give away he was mad and most would have noticed it but, having been around your captor so long the fact he didn’t turn to you and give you the most smug smile at the call of his name says a lot.

At Least you could try to fix this as soon as possible.

“You’re not mad, are you?” you piped, with less confidence than you hoped for.

“No, my love just…disappointed” he sighed. He said faux sorrowfully, with that pity pout he always used on his face.

He sighed, the bastard.

You were going to do this though.

“I’m sorry Kei…” you paused. “I just wanted to see my family… I’m bound to miss them being away for so long.” He turned to you and he looked anything but amused. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you… an apology perhaps?” He raised an eyebrow. “My love” you added.

“Well, even though you’ve disappointed me so much I suppose there is one way you could make it up.” He says nonchalant. “If you’re up for it”

A chance.

“Yes!” You said more enthusiastically than you’d hoped. “Yes.. anything.”

He turned towards you taking off his reading glasses he’d been using to do his paperwork earlier. He looks at your lips, long enough for you to notice, then spreads his legs.

“On your knees”

Fuck

Well a mad Keigo was truly a scary one. If you didn’t appease him now and appease him good you were sure it would be more trouble later, so you walked over to him and got on your knees.

You began to undo his pants while he peered down at you seeming bored almost.

“With your teeth.”

“How am I suppose to-“ you started.

“With. Your. Teeth.”

He’s insufferable.

You began to pull down his zipper once again only this time with your teeth.

“Fuck you’re so hot…” He said breathily and with his wings twitching behind them.

You glanced up at him and you could tell he was already excited. His face was red and he was looking at you like he was starved, no, craving you.

Once you finally got him out of his underwear you began to lick up his shaft with small licks.

“You’re so hot babe.” He gripped the back of your head and you could tell he was already impatient with your pace. You moved your way up to his head and began taking his length down your throat. “Fuckkk” he groaned.

He began to push your head down and you shot him a glare.

“C'mon” He drawled impatiently. “Faster? For me, please babe?” He whined.

Fine if he wanted faster then he was gonna get it.

You reached one hand and cupped he balls and he immediately started moaning like a little bitch.

“Fuckkkkkk… You don’t know what you do to me babe.”

You began to go up and down faster with your throat constricting tight arohnd him.

“Ah.. fuck”

Faster.

“Fuck.”

Faster

“Ah f-fuck m’gonna cum babe”

You looked up at him with your big eyes and did one final squeeze to his balls and that did him in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, cumming loads down your throat.

“Ah you’re the best babe, apology accepted.”

“I’m never apologizing to you again”

“Yes, my angel?” He chimed. Not even looking away from his paperwork. He was mad.

At least you could try to fix this as soon as possible.

“You’re not mad, are you?” you piped, with less confidence than you hoped for.

“No, my love just…disappointed” he sighed. He said faux sorrowfully, with that pity pout he always used on his face.

He sighed, the bastard.

You were going to do this though.

“Well, even though you’ve disappointed me so much I suppose there is one way you could make it up.” He says nonchalant. “If you’re up for it”

A chance.

“Yes!” You said more enthusiastically than you’d hoped. “Yes.. anything.”

He turned towards you taking off his reading glasses he’d been using to do his paperwork earlier. He looks at your lips, long enough for you to notice, then spreads his legs.

“On your knees”

Fuck

Well a mad Keigo was truly a scary one. If you didn’t appease him now and appease him good you were sure it would be more trouble later, so you walked over to him and got on your knees.

You began to undo his pants while he peered down at you seeming bored almost.

“With your teeth.”

“How am I suppose to-“ you started.

“With. Your. Teeth.”

He’s insufferable.

You began to pull down his zipper once again only this time with your teeth.

“Fuck you’re so hot…” He said breathily and with his wings twitching behind them.

You glanced up at him and you could tell he was already excited. His face was red and he was looking at you like he was starved, no, craving you.

Once you finally got him out of his underwear you began to lick up his shaft with small licks.

He began to push your head down and you shot him a glare.

“C'mon” He drawled impatiently. “Faster? For me, please babe?” He whined.

Fine if he wanted faster then he was gonna get it.

You reached one hand and cupped he balls and he immediately started moaning like a little bitch.

“Fuckkkkkk… You don’t know what you do to me babe.”

You began to go up and down faster with your throat constricting tight arohnd him.

“Ah.. fuck”

Faster.

“Fuck.”

Faster

“Ah f-fuck m’gonna cum babe”

You looked up at him with your big eyes and did one final squeeze to his balls and that did him in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, cumming loads down your throat.

“Ah you’re the best babe, apology accepted.”

“I’m never apologizing to you again”

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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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Hey snow I don't know the difference between an ask or a request but yesterday I had my second seizure and was wondering how yanderes from any of your Aus would react to us having a seizure right in front of them like a grand mal seizure if that's ok (I've been stalking you for a while and remember that request for an epilepsy reader!!)

I REMEMBER MAKING THAT POST BUT FORGOT BECAUSE I COULDNT CHOOSE A CHARACTER😭😭 I still cant, but imma go with yandere Surgeon dad Dabi because u can't go wrong with Dabi (plus lawyer Hawks)

Anyways, imagine that after the whole Keigo and Dabi calling CPS on reader's parents and having them arrested, with Keigo pretending to help reader's mom by taking her case pro bono but is actually framing her to be an unstable and unfit mom so that Keigo and Dabi can officially adopt you. Meanwhile, reader is pulling her hair out because her innocent mom is in jail and she's living with practically two strangers whose kindness apparently knows no bounds but there's still a gut feeling that is telling her to leave these guys as soon as possible but with no money and no contacts, she can't bail her mom out unless it's Keigo and his firm who helps her out and sure hes telling her to not worry and focus on school or whatever, but reader can't not worry because everytime she asks about her mother, things only seem to be getting worse for her case so now she is skipping school and lying to Keigo and Dabi about her whereabouts so that she can spend time by herself to work on her mom's case... she just needs one- one evidence to prove her innocence.

Now I imagine that for a teen who's just about to enter into adulthood and can already feel all the weight of responsibilities, she's absolutely stressed af and idk how or what triggers it, maybe she hit her head/was beaten by someone, maybe she forgot to take her meds, maybe she took too much caffeine and has been missing out on sleep for too long, but the seizures occurred... that too at the worst possible time.

Keigo and Dabi had noticed that something was up with you, you looked far too miserable and always had dark circles under your eyes, and when Keigo decided to pick you up early from school one day for a quick lunch with him and Dabi, he was surprised that you had been skipping school for many days. Later that day, when you finally returned home, they decided to confront you.

"So, how was your day?" Keigo approached the gentle approach. You shrugged, just playing with the food on your plate. "Fine."

Keigo looked at Dabi, who was practically watching you like a hawk, gaze piercing as he analysed every movement, every breath you took. He was clearly pissed; Keigo recalled his reaction when he told Dabi about how you've been skipping school for some time. Dabi was ready to send Amber Alert on your ass (he and Keigo both have contacts at the police station) but Keigo was able to calm him down, knowing well that Dabi wasnt truly mad at you, he was just worried. Concerned that you may be hurt, and although both of them care about you, Dabi is a very overprotective type of dad. And since Dabi struggle to show vulnerability, he usually masks it with anger.

"Yeah? School giving you a tough time, hm?" Keigo asked softly, ready to see if you'd lie or come clean. You paused, finally looking up from your plate.

"No... school's fine." You placed your fork down, pushing your seat back. "Can I be excused? I have a test to prepare for-"

"No." Dabi said harshly, and Keigo moved his hand to hold Dabi's, but the latter pulled it away.

You looked at them confused, more so at Dabi's tone. "Um, what?"

"Honey-" Keigo tried one more attempt at gently approaching you, but Dabi had other plans.

"You're lying." He stated, throwing his utensils on the plate. "We know youre lying. Wanna come clean now?" He asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you composed yourself. He couldn't- they couldn't possibly know?

You cleared your throat. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, may I be excused? I need to study-" you started standing up, hoping to leave this interrogation as quickly as possible.

"Sit down!" Dabi yelled, and you immediately sat down. "You've been lying to us! How long did you think you'd get away with it? Did you really think we wouldn't know you've been skipping school?!"

"I- I don't know-" you tried to lie again but Dabi slammed his hands on the dinner table, making you and Keigo jump.

"I swear to god- if you say you don't know one more fucking time-" Keigo sprang up and held Dabi's arm, squeezing it to tell him to calm down.

Dabi pulled his arm away from Keigo, and wagged his finger at you. "One chance- you have one chance to explain. And you better not lie this time."

Realising you had no chance to avoid this, you confessed that you had been skipping school to work on your mom's case, looking for evidence, asking around your alcoholic dad's addicted friends to tell the jury that your father was abusive to your mom both physically and emotionally, basically you were looking for anything that would help prove your mother's innocence.

So... you went back to your old house, the one in the "bad neighbourhood" and even met your dad's even worse friends, endangering yourself.

"Why didn't you just come to us? We would have helped." Keigo asked, brows raising in concern.

You nodded. "I know but I didn't want to- you're doing what you can for my mom, and I just needed to do something. I cant just sit here while she rots in her cell because of my mistake!" You looked at Dabi. "And I found something that could help her! Look, if you just- if you just come to the court and tell them that my injuries were because of some medical condition or some accident, they could potentially throw out the whole case!"

Dabi narrowed his eyes at you. "And your mom would be free."

"Yeah!"

"And your father would be free too."

You nodded. "I mean, yeah. If there isn't a case, there's. no reason for him to stay in jail."

"Have you completely lost it?! Do you hear yourself?!!" Dabi yelled, pushing away Keigo who was pulling him away from you. "No! She needs to hear this!" He looked back at you. "I dont know whether you've hit your head or if you inhaled something when you met your father's druggie friends, but suggesting to free that piece of shit, TUB OF LARD, WASTE OF SPACE, HUMAN EXCREMENT just so that you can bail schizophrenic mommy out is fucking INSANE!"

Your mouth dropped open as tears welled up in your eyes, your breathing getting shallower as Dabi's words echoed in your head.

"Dabi, stop-" Keigo started, getting in the middle of you two, but it didn't stop Dabi from yelling awful things.

"All she's done by lying to us is endanger herself! Look at her, she's not sleeping, she not eating! And all we wanted was to take care of her! But all she wants is her mentally sick mother, who news flash-! Is still not a good fucking human being! She may have been abused by her husband to become how she is, but she had plenty of time before to leave him and run away with Y/n!" And this time, Dabi looked over from Keigo's shoulder and directly at you. "And I'm not making this up, this is what the psychiatrist said in the court after she had examined your mother! She's just as much to blame as your father, Y/n! They're both shitty-!" He stopped when you broke into a sob, making Keigo turn around as well.

"Y/n, honey-" the blonde came closer, only for you to fall down to your knees as you clutched your head with your hands, eyes squeezing shut. Your breathing became shallower and your body began to slowly shake.

And Dabi instantly knew something was wrong. This was not- this is not some normal reaction to an awful reality check.

"Y/n?" Keigo called softly, pulling your hands away from your head, as you finally snapped open your eyes and they held all the dread in the world.

Dabi realised it before it actually happened.

"She's seizing!"

Your eyes rolled back and your body began convulsing violently, your body falling back, but Dabi rushed forward to catch you before you could hit your head.

"Keigo, grab a pillow!" He ordered as he glanced at the clock and began timing your seizure. Keigo grabbed a pillow and as Dabi lifted your head, he slid it underneath to cushion your head.

Dabi then turned your body to the side, looking over your body going through alternating tonic clonic stages. Your limbs would violently jerk first, your eyes blinking rapidly before falling into the next stage where your entire body would stiffen and your back arches at an unusual angle, your body losing control of your muscles and bowel incontinence follows.

Keigo could only watch in horror as your body went through painful movements and you urinated yourself unconsciously.

"Dabi-" the dread in his voice wasn't missed by Dabi, but the doctor only told him to calm down and wait as he kept looking between you and the clock.

4 minutes. For 4 minutes, you convulsed.

Dabi had already narrowed down the causes for your seizure, as you never had a history of epilepsy, and now you had one episode probably because of all the stress you've been under, coupled with lack of sleep and food and excessive intake of caffeine, making him feel awful for yelling at you instead of-

"Dabi." Keigo called, nodding his head at you.

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision still blurry but you could make out Dabi and Keigo's faces.

From all prolonged contractions, your muscles were now fatigued and you felt extremely tired and confused.

"W-what happened?" You asked, not realising that you were on the floor or that you had wet yourself.

Dabi swallowed thickly, pushing all his concern down. "You- you had a seizure."

"I did?"

"Yes. But you don't need to worry, I'll take care of it. You must be feeling tired, hm?"

You closed your eyes and hummed. You did feel tired.

"Its okay, you go to sleep, then. I'll be here when you wake up, okay?" You only hummed as Dabi leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead, while Keigo took off his jacket and wrapped it covered you with it.

As you fell into a deep slumber, Dabi collected you in his arms and nodded at Keigo to take the car out. They were gonna take you to the hospital, just to confirm his diagnosis and make sure that you don't actually have epilepsy. And if you do, then get you all the proper medication and treatment for it.

Your cheek rested against Dabi's chest, his heart melting as you nuzzled closer. Keigo broke several traffic laws as he sped through the streets, but he only had to take one look at you to remember how utterly helpless he felt while you seized. To do nothing but wait... until that 5 minute mark hit and realise the danger you were in.

One thing is for sure-

Dabi and Keigo are never letting you out of their sights ever again. Ever.

#yandere surgeon dabi #yandere dad dabi #yandere dabi #yandere keigo takami #yandere lawyer hawks #yandere hawks #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Hello!!i saw your requests were open and can i request shoto,hawks getting squished between reader's thighs? Sorry my english is not that good

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight nsfw.

A/N: you're fine! You did well :]! Hope you enjoy.

Here's my other one with three more characters if you wanna check it out!

Shoto Todoroki:

Confused at first. But the more you squish your legs together, causing your thighs to press and prod against his cheeks; he gets a bit too heated.

His face is a mess, blushing and stuttering up a storm. His body temperature rises, his mind spiraling while he gets desperate for your attention. Shoto slowly connects the dots as to why he’s feeling this way.

— His hands gently start to heat up, his head leaning against your stomach as he moans quietly, feeling your fingers pull at his hair. Though, his warm and giant hands travel upwards, warming onto your thickness, squishing them before turning around; pulling you two onto the ground as his eyes ask for consent.

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

A smirk instantly shows itself as he leans back, his wings playfully tickling your thighs as he hums to himself. Greedy, aren’t you?

Immediately knew what was going on but decided to play dumb. Simply keep paying attention to the TV, feeling your fingers graze and gently pull at his gold hair.

— Keigo’s fingers start to circle on your knee, before prodding them. Although, his head leaned into your stomach, his golden eyes staring up at you as they sharpen; his wings glowing with something else on his mind. His eyes tell you to lie down before he forces you to.

—

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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could we ask about what hawks is like in bed? 👉👈 please

Hawks - Takami Keigo

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, yandere

NEEDY DOM

Keigo is a neutral type of guy most days, but he'll take and take like it’s his god-given right to.

He’ll demand you be on his every beck and call.

He’ll expect you to be in the kitchen cooking for him, for you to smile and giggle when he nuzzles into the nook of your neck while you stand and stir the pot to his chicken soup. All the while he's humping into you from the back, hands fingering the string to your cute housewife apron, placing kisses on your neck. Your daily marking.

He'll expect you to come and greet him at the door with a big smile and a sparkle in your eyes, hug him close with a kiss to his cheek while taking his jacket from him and welcoming him home, asking him how his day was, what villains he took down, fuss over what scars he’s collected, guiding him inside to the heavenly smell of dinner waiting for him.

He expects the traditional domestic dream. For you to be the perfect sweet housewife waiting for your husband to come back home from work. Seeing to his every need, cooking and cleaning and prancing about in your poofy wide-skirt dresses, apron-clad with a pretty bow tying it together at the small of your back. Stripping it on command.

Be aware. If you think chores and expectations are the worst of what you’ve got in for yourself... you’re dearly mistaken.

Being peppered in kisses and thrown about in his arms is just as normal as noticing his feathers lifting up your skirt when your prance around the house.

Keigo’s hungry gaze lingers on your every move. The hormonal animal is a horny spaz all day long, but he’s absolutely feral in those needs when his rut rolls around.

You can smell it in the air when you should start worrying.

Talons rip apart your thin lingerie, tugging at your body, forcing you beneath him to meet his every sharp thrust as he pounds mercilessly with a desperate resolution into your poor pussy.

His wings, frayed and static, hunched in dominance on his back. Hair wild with eyes just as livid. Pinning you down in a bruising fashion. Allowing you no ounce of movement, growling at you when you try something as innocent as shifting for comfort.

Keeping you still until he’s emptied himself fully inside you, fucked you good and thorough, bred you unconscious.

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plutopitou · 10 months

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Frosting ~ keigo takami x reader

Your boyfriend, the number two hero, is a good man. He’s kind enough to spare the innocent if he can take out that frustration on your pretty self.

warnings: throatfucking again oops, daddy kink, degradation, slapping, he’s an asshole in this but he makes u wet i dont make the rules MDNI

Gagging on your knees wasn’t in your plan for the night before Keigo’s birthday.

Takami Keigo is a good man.

He arrived home unexpectedly.

Your head snaps at the slam of the door to see his tired body, eyebrows tensely pulled together as he lazily pulls off his gloves. His jacket littered with smears of dirt and his golden soft hair a little more ruffled than when he left.

More importantly, he arrived with a tinge of something different in his demeanor, something more.. threatening.

You rush over pulling off his heavy leather coat, greeting him as your hang it up for him swiftly. You stand off by the door fiddling with your fingers in sudden anxiety, watching his every move.

He was irritated.

“Come here.”

Immediately you pace to his side in the messy kitchen, decorated with fallen flour and dirty bowls stained with pink frosting and cake mix residue.

Keigo is leaning over the counter, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

“What did I tell you about the messes you make, baby?”

He doesn’t even look in your direction as he continues to stare forward with a blank look on his face, dragging his hand along his cheek and tense jaw in aggrivation.

Your stomach churned.

“I was going to clean it up-“

Words are left unsaid as your head snaps to the side, filling with a stinging sensation. Tears bubble beneath your lashes, you wanted him to know you were going to be good like he wished and clean up after yourself.

“Y’know all the shit I had to deal with today?” He mutters rhetorically. “Dumbasses trying to rob some phones, villains tryin to blow up a highway,” After every word listed, he sets you up to make one more mess of the day. “..the commission.”

You can feel the bruises forming being pushed on your knees with an ache on the crown of your head from Keigo’s harsh grip.

“Baby, you’re supposed to be the one to not cause any problems, remember?” The accusatory tone in his voice is enough to make your lip tremble and eyes leak in shame, you must make it up to him.

“Now you’re gonna let me take it out on you, right?” Your mind is on autopilot. Nodding as you rustle to unbuckle his pants, eager to fill your mouth with cock and make up for your stupid wrongdoings. To let Keigo use your throat like a personal bitch until his night is better.

It’s like he always said: you’re special because you let him take out his frustrations on you instead of letting him redirect it elsewhere.

Your boyfriend is a good man, he is good to you.

He lets you adjust to his thick cock, carefully letting you slick him up, right before he cups your silky soft throat and pushes your head right up to his pelvic. The sounds of your gagging fuel his arousel as he holds the back of your head till he can’t take no more, taking breaks to let you breathe then swiftly take your breath away again.

“You wanna make so many messes you gotta be the one to clean it up..”

The aching sting on your cheek has long past, focusing on your leaking pussy from the compromising situation you found yourself in from the hands of your handler.

You cleaned up every string of precum leaking from his cock before forcing yourself to take it to the brim. His choked gasps send kisses to your wet pussy as he sensitivity heightens, orgasm drawing near.

“You’re gonna let me come on your face, right? Hm?” He coos, rubbing your cheek of stray tears as you continue to bob yourself on his hard dick.

You give a strained hum, letting Keigo spit out profanities and lewd accusations to your vulnerable position.

Every rough thrust into your mouth was an direct hit at every annoyance in his day; it was all going to be taken out on you. And God, you’d just let him

Keigo holds his release back, relishing in the feeling of your throat squelching with saliva trying to push him out as he rams back in.

You panic as he pinches your nose; no access to air, you hit his thighs in signal you can’t breathe.

“Fuck..”

Air fills back into your lungs as he pulls out, immediately pumping his angry red cock to spurt shots of cum with the strings of saliva messily on your face. He gasps, his abs flexing to make you as vulgar as possible.

The silence is loud as you both take a minute to catch your breath, looking up at his lean body wiping his sheen forehead. There isn’t a word released from his mouth to you.

You waste no time for your apology. “I’m really sorry, Daddy..” You whisper on your knees in humiliation.

Keigo pushes back his hair, sighing in exasperation.

He doesn’t accept your apology.

Instead quirking an eyebrow at you, lazily pointing to the still messy kitchen. “Make sure you clean all this shit up.” He says uncaring, before walking away to the shower.

You hear the door to the bathroom slam and the water turn on.

Your mind and body are still hazy as you lift yourself off the floor

You open the fridge and blankly stare.

Would he still appreciate the little cake you made for him?

This was made so quickly i love rotting this man with obscene traits he’s literally such a sweetheart, just has a bit of mommy and daddy issues ~ reposted with more content

#boku no academia #bnha #bnha fic #bnha smut #bnha angst #my hero academia #keigo takami #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere blog #tw.manipulation #tw.dubcon #pitou.writes #pitou.fics

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)

SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.

Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.

You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.

What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?

What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?

A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.

"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"

Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.

He was the reason you were broken now.

You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.

Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.

"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"

Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.

When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.

That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.

Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.

You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.

That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.

A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.

The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.

It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.

After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.

"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"

No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.

To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.

Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.

You shivered as you hugged yourself.

Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.

You wondered why that was.

And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.

Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?

How long had it been since you'd seen them?

Did they even care?

What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?

Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?

They’d probably think you were a slut.

A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.

Your head felt like it was about to explode.

Everything felt so meaningless now.

Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?

You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.

And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.

As he always has.

...

Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?

That's what Hawks wanted you to do.

But how the hell could you?

"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"

You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.

He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.

"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."

The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.

Everything was always about him.

When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.

His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.

He wasn't happy with you at all.

Good.

His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.

Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.

No, wait.

You were crying.

"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"

"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.

Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.

Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.

“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”

You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?

No, no this couldn’t be.

If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.

Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.

Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.

“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.

After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.

“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.

He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.

You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”

You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.

Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”

He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.

You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.

If only a burn could kill you.

A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.

There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.

Now was your chance.

You gripped the knife in both your hands.

You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.

You lifted it above your head.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.

Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.

This was easier than you’d thought.

You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.

One more stab should do the trick.

“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.

Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.

Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.

There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.

He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.

His screams of why were only met with one answer.

“Because, that’s what you get.”

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dabislittlemouse · 8 months

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tainted angel🪽 (pt.3)

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 4

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon incoming, stalking

The dead silence of the night is always something that calms me down. When the whole city is asleep, that’s when I head out, walking on random dark alleyways and empty parks with no destination in mind, just to clear my head.

Though this time there was a destination. It had been 3 hours since the phone call with my angel, by now she should be asleep.

Unless she was lying to me. That will get her in trouble.

But no. As I reached her house and climbed on her balcony, the lights were already off. A grin forms in my face as I notice that the balcony door was open, letting the chilly breeze creep inside her room.

So inviting.

Entering inside, I can see some of the surroundings, my eyes easily adjusting in the darkness.

Ah.

There she lays, in a deep sleep wearing nothing but a silky nightie, her white fluffy wings smaller and spreading on the bed. Her pretty golden hair falling on her face, her breathing is slow and soft, my hungry eyes already fixed on the movement of her chest. She has to be a real angel, cause no human out there has ever looked this mesmerising. My scarred hand reaches to remove the hair off her face, careful to not wake her up. My finger caresses her cheek softly, then it goes down to her chin, and trailing lower, reaching her chest.

I can see her nipples perking through the fabric of her nightie.

You’re a fucking tease y’know that babe? Leaving the balcony door wide open, wearing something like this. You knew I was coming didn’t cha?

I reach closer, my face mere inches away from her figure, as I take in her scent. Fuck, the same sweet intoxicating scent as before. It makes me salivate, the sight in front of me is making it harder and harder to not do anything reckless right now.

I am more than capable to fuck her just like this, or play with her lovely tits while I jerk myself off. Until she wakes up, panicking and horrified at the sight of a stranger stroking his cock to her sleeping figure. Damn that would really traumatise you angel.

I need to be patient. Can’t have her scared off, running to her brother for help, where’s the fun in that?

“Oh, I’ll make you fall f’me” I whisper, my lips press softly against her forehead. “I’ll have ya question your morals and your sanity soon enough”

I reach to the pocket of my coat, grabbing a few small blue flowers that I picked while walking earlier. Thankfully they weren’t crushed. I put them right on her bedstand, a little gift for when she wakes up in the morning.

Before I make my way to leave I notice the amount of plushies and small figurines she’s collected around.

“Cute” I mumble to myself before disappearing in the night. She’s gonna have to tell me ‘bout her collection one day.

****

The tomorrow’s meeting was about all the support and supplies we’d be gathering on the upcoming war against heroes once Shigaraki wakes up. A bunch of boring crap really, but as a lieutenant I had to show up and pretend that I care. Didn’t get much sleep last night, and for some reason those bastards just looove to have meetings in the morning. Helps to start the day fresh they say. Buncha’ idiots.

My mind is filled with nothing but her.

Damn it doll, y’gonna have me lose this war if you don’t leave my mind. I’ll have to punish you real bad for that.

“Hawks, what a pleasure to have you back again!” ReDestro says. I sit back on the chair, a lazy smile spreading across my face at the sight of the number two hero.

I jerked off to your sister’s voice last night, hero. And you have absolutely no idea.

I cough slightly, trying not to laugh.

After the meeting ends, I reach for Hawks, throwing an arm around him as if we’re close buddies.

“Oh hey man!” he laughs nervously.

“Such boring meeting don’t cha think?” I say, pulling a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I offer him one but he declines.

“Yeah maybe, but every meeting has its importance.” he replies and I just roll my eyes.

I remove my arm off him, my eyes fixed on his.

“How is your sister doing?” I grin, puffing smoke out of my mouth, directly on his face, which is irritated with annoyance.

“Since when do you care about her now? I told you to not bring her up” Hawks replies sternly.

“Man you’re no fun. M’just trynna have a conversation here.” I raise both my hands, but he knows better than to believe I don’t have any sick intention behind all of this.

“I made sure to warn her that day to stay far away from you” Hawks says.

“You warned her that same day?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yup. She has no business with you”

The same day she was warned. She ignored the warning and continued talking to me on the phone the other day, giving me the damn blue balls with her sleepy sexy voice. Angel, aren’t you naughty?

Not containing my thrill any longer, I head outside the PLF mansion, walking towards the forest. Outside it’s sunny, the brightness making me squint and almost killing my eyes.

I grab my burner phone, dialling her number. She picks up almost immediately.

You thrilled too huh?

“Rise and shine, angelface. Slept well?”

Of course you slept well. You lay there so pretty and peacefully, I saw you myself.

“Morning Dabi!” she says, excitement clear in her high pitched voice.

After a small chitchat, I decide to.. poke her a little.

“I hope you liked my gift~” I say and for a few seconds I was met with silence.

“…gift?” she mumbles in confusion, before letting out a small gasp. For sure her eyes fixed on the blue flowers that popped up out of nowhere in her nightstand.

“Stop with those jokes” she laughs nervously.

“Y’think I’m joking around? You wound me princess, after all that I went through to gather some pretty flowers just for you..”

Her breathing becomes irregular. Damn, did I scare you?

“H-How did you get them in my room?”

“How do you think?”

“Umm…”

Poor angel, you’re stressing out.

“By the way” I interrupted, changing the topic. I decide to not answer her questions, and just leave her be with her thoughts. “Hawks told me you’re forbidden from talking to me~”

“Y-yeah but..” she swallows. “He won’t give me any reason why. And also, I don’t need guidance anymore, I am not a child..”

“Exactly” I grin. “You’re a big girl. M’sure you’re more than capable of making your own decisions, right princess?”

“Yeah.. right” she says, doubt in her voice. “But anyways, about the flowers you still didn’t-”

“Oh shit, I gotta go. Talk t’ya later” I say, before hanging up.

I have in fact nowhere to go. I just wanted to leave her drown in questions without answers, in overthinking and confused emotions. As much as I want to get her and make her mine, I decide that to have her yearning for me and her poor little heart burning for me is way better instead.

Her brother won’t give her a clear answer as to why I should not be approached. She still doesn’t know how those flowers got there, her brother’s best friend would never do anything bad right? Like, getting inside her room in the middle of the night when she’s asleep, salivating at her like a depraved man. He would never.

But you’ll see much more of me soon.

I send her a text message, I need to move things further.

If she shows up, there’s no turning back.

Tags: @mostlyheinous @touyalove @awalkingshame @ch3rrykoolaid @dabihawksluva @syrenkitsune

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B2 & Hawks

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The Scent of Another Man

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, non con briefly mentioned, isolation punishment mentioned, spanking threat, nudity, sexual punishment?, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, aggressive behavior, abusive behavior, threatening harm upon Reader, hair pulling, breast slapping, marking Reader, Stockholm Syndrome

Request: “We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent no one will dare touch you again.”

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Yandere Alphabet Prompt

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Keigo Takami is known for many things. He’s the No. 2 pro hero of Japan, he’s a charming guy, he’s rich as hell, and he started his own agency at such a young age. Those are just a few off of the long, long list.

You know Keigo for something that nobody would ever even consider. He’s fucking territorial. This man somehow always knows when you’ve been around another guy. It’s like he can sniff it out. You could just brush your arm up against the opposite gender on a bus, and when you come home, Keigo will be all over your ass, interrogating you about why you smell like another guy.

Ever since you blossomed into a more willing partner, one who shows him incredibly genuine love and devotion, he has allowed you to go outside under certain conditions. One, you must always have your phone and location turned on. Two, if Keigo calls, you must always answer. Three, you’re only allowed out until five o’clock pm. Four, you are to tell Keigo where you’re going and who you’re going with. If he doesn’t approve of those two things, you aren’t going at all. Five, you are to contact Keigo and only Keigo if something bad happens.

On the train, your phone died, and you happened to have been seated between two males with pretty heavy body odor. That’s what leads you here as Keigo grabs you by your hair and berates you in the kitchen, threatening to press your cheek against the hot griddle of the stove.

“Am I not enough for you? After all I’ve done to protect you, to give you a lavish life?! You’re going to throw all of that back in my face?”

You know what will happen if you don’t answer him properly. Sniffling from the threatening heat against your face, you groan and cry out with a heaving chest, “Keigo, I’m sorry! You’re enough. You know you are! I love you, I can’t live without you. Please, Keigo!”

You can’t hold onto him with the angle you’re bent at over the stove. The only thing you can grab is the handle to the oven, so you clutch it desperately, knuckles turning white from the harsh grip.

“KEIGO!”

You feel like you’re about to vomit as he presses your face just a bit closer, but it’s all too close at the same time. You’re a short hair away from him marring your face.

“What do I have to do to make you get it through your pea sized brain that you’re mine? You’re my girl!”

“I am your girl! Keigo, I didn’t do anything. Please? Please, let me go?!”

Your tears fall onto the griddle, splashing and sizzling as it begins to evaporate. The steam hits your eye, and it only causes more to surface upon your lashes.

He pulls you up and turns off the knob, ending the torturous heat to the stove. Keigo grabs you by your jaw with an iron clasp so tight you’re sure he’ll leave finger print sized bruises. The dew drops lingering on your eyes rolls down over his hand, and he smirks at you, licking the salty droplets.

Your boyfriend’s lips are so close to yours. You can’t turn your head away from him, and with your back to the oven, you have nowhere to go. It must be a natural instinct to him to trap you like this, giving you zero options of a way out. By now, you can’t even tell if this was something he did on purpose or if it’s just so ingrained in his psyche that it’s intrinsic to him.

Snuffling like a kid with ugly sobs, you clutch his jacket.

“Please, Keigo, please, believe me! You have to believe I’d never do anything like that to you. I’d never go against you like that! I love you so much, Keigo, please?!”

You feel as though your knees might buckle with how little energy you have left.

His grin widens seeing you beg for him. It’s the music of a seraph choir to his ears with a harp in accompaniment. Fucking beautiful.

“What are we gonna do with you, songbird? Am I gonna have to bend you over my knee? Lock you up for a day or two?” He tilts his head as he teases you.

You don’t realize he’s mocking you though, so you cry even harder and plead, “No, please, Keigo. I’ll be good!” Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and there’s no way you could keep standing if it weren’t for the grip Keigo has on your jaw.

The pro hero tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, taking his time to answer you, letting the tension weigh in the air for his amusement and your torture.

“I know what I’ll do. I’m going to come inside of you and on you until we get rid of the smell of other men. We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent that no one will dare touch you.”

It’s not the worst option, but your lip still wobbles at the thought. Obediently, you nod your head. You don’t fight Keigo as he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, clutching his jacket for balance.

You have to remind yourself that he does this because he loves you, because it’s what’s best for you, so you sigh as he strips your body down to bare skin before doing the same to his own. His hero costume lays on the floor next to a pile of your own clothes, and he crawls on top of you, pinning your arms down. Keigo kisses, nips, and sucks on your neck, leaving all types of marks as he slots his hard length between the plush of your thighs and presses himself inside of you.

He manipulates your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s a comfortable position for him that you’ve come to find out.

You remember in the beginning how you used to fight him so much, how he used to have to hold you down or even force you on your stomach to make things easier. All of that changed when he delivered the very first severe punishment which you later found out lasted two months. You remember how he locked you up, gave you little food and water to survive off of, took away every single comfort he afforded you since you moved in, and paid very little attention to you.

Now, Keigo is the light of your life, and when you make him mad, you need to be punished. Being disciplined makes you feel better, and that’s all he’s doing. He’s in the process of forgiving you. His forgiveness is all you want.

So as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, you whisper and moan how sorry you are, how you’ll be better, do better. You try to reassure him with every desperate thrust inside of you that your body is his body, and he can do with it as he pleases.

You just want him to be happy with you.

Pearlescent rain drizzles from your glossy orbs, soaking your red cheeks. You bite your lip, hoping and praying that you’re pleasing Keigo. He doesn’t stop short of groping your tits, ass, and thighs. He marks you up with bruises, navy and indigo. He smacks your panting breasts, painting them the brightest red found within a sunset.

But you deserve it. If this is what it takes to regain his favor, you’ll put yourself through it all.

Keigo fulfills his promise of coating your insides, as well as your body, with come. He makes sure you’re dripping with the slick ropes of his seed. He sniffs you, just to test it out. His lips curl into a dark grin, golden eyes taking on a brownish hue as he tilts his head until you see nothing but shadows surrounding his eyes.

“Good, can’t smell any other fucker on you now.”

Coated in sweat and multiple orgasms, Keigo settles down behind you on the bed and pulls you into his chest.

Your pussy throbs from when he milked your sweet cunt down to the very last drop. Your walls are sore, they feel like they have been thrashed with how much they burn. You’ve been rubbed raw, both edged and overstimulated by the hero right behind you. You can’t help but shudder from his hands as he moves you closer to him. You want to cry out, but you shove that want down deep. You don’t dare vocalize the pain you’re in.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” You ask tentatively, too weary to look over your shoulder to gauge Keigo’s emotions.

He nuzzles your ear with his nose and moans a soft sigh. “You’re good now. Love you.” He places a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you too, Keigo.”

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