#Hawks and Doves

[reinekes-fox]

Hawks and Doves Update

Small update, not really happy with it, but its something, right?

[spilladabalia]

Neil Young - Lost in Space

[elfboypussy]

wine drunk and oversharing at da hanged man

[hawkpartys]

Oriental Turtle-Dove (Streptopelia orientalis)

[chernobog13]

George Pérez presents all the Teen Titans as of 1978, when the first volume of the comic ended and the group disbanded, before the advent of The New Teen Titans in 1980.

[proton-wobbler]

Non-US Backyard Bird Poll!!

The submission box closes tomorrow, December 1st!

[cliveposting]

If WhatsApp was in Professor Layton

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

u are the best yan writer on here!!! could u do the third or fourth escape starters with hawks? thank u for posting them, and for doing some requests :)

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Prompt: "Aw, you want some fresh air? Well, and I want to fuck you until your spine breaks. See, we both want things we can't have." + "If I was you, I'd get away from that door. Right fucking now. Cause trust me, you don't want to see me angry."

TW: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: Thank you so much! Also, I decided to mix both of them. Hope you like it 💖

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“I wanna go outside.”

The words come out rushed, tangled into a whiny mess. Your eyes are trained on the lean man that stands in front of you, but Keigo doesn’t humour you.

In fact he barely gives you any attention other than a snarky eye roll. His focus remains on the phone, tapping the screen with rushed movements. 

You huff, crossing your arms with annoyance. 

“Hey, did you hear me?” 

“Mh, yeah yeah…” Keigo hums absently, without even bothering to look at you. “Not now, princess. I’m kinda busy.”

You try again. “Okay but can you unlock the balcony and let me out? I wanna catch some fresh air.”

The extended silence you receive is upsetting enough to almost make you reach for Keigo and strangle him, fingers twitching with the awful temptation to do so.

Instead, you inhale a deep breath to calm you down and stomp your feet over to the other side of the living room, to the glass door that leads to the balcony. 

The sun shines in full fervor, incandescently bright in contrast with the beautiful shade of blue that decorates the sky. It’s summer - so hot, so sunny - and yet you find yourself locked up in a boring cold apartment, unable to catch even the faintest sun ray.

The door handle rattles when you try to open it, but it doesn’t budge. It’s locked, of course it’s locked. You already knew that but still. Worth the try.

Turning your face, you realize Keigo is blankly staring at you, fingers hovering on top of the phone without moving. 

“What are you doing?”

You scrunch your brows. “I told you. I want to go outside. Get some fresh air.”

There’s an airy chuckle that slips past Keigo’s lips. You swear there’s a hint of mockery behind it. 

“Aw, baby, you want some fresh air?” Keigo coos, disgustingly sweet and fake before dropping the act. He stands up, tucking the phone into a pocket. “Well, and I want to fuck you until your spine breaks. See, we both want things we can't have." 

A cold shiver travels down your body at that, your guts twisting with uneasiness. The words are said casually, too casually for the meaning behind them.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Still, you try again, try to make him see reason. 

“Why are you being like this?” you ask, “I’m not gonna do anything weird, promise. I’m just–”

There’s not a chance to finish whatever you wanted to say before Keigo cuts you off, jaw clicking. 

"If I was you, I'd get away from that door. Right fucking now.” he orders you. “Cause trust me, you don't want to see me angry." 

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Real Thing That Actually Happens in the original Teen Titans Run:

Garth is my favorite character in this btw. Poor dude is so done with everyone all the time. I'll make a post about dumb shit in this once I get through all the issues.

[reinekes-fox]

When do you think you can start working on hawks and doves?

I am working on Hawks and Doves. Not nearly as much as on BoaR though, but I am not abandoning any of my stories, don’t worry.

[uwmspeccoll]

A Relief-Print Feathursday

A woodcut, wood engraving, and several linocuts by Spokane, Washington printer and printmaker W. Gale Mueller (1927-2018) from his Forty Years of Birds 'n Blocks, printed from the original blocks at his Millstone Press in 2009 in an edition of 53 copies. From 1969 to 2009, Mueller and his wife Bonnie sent holiday cards with Gale's original bird prints using several relief print processes. Today we show a few prints from the early years, along with the title page featuring a 2005 wood engraving, a technique Mueller came to prefer after 1986.

Our copy of this book is a gift from our friend Tony Drehfal.

Happy Feathursday!

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[luneartt]

— sotr girls x mad woman, by taylor swift.

[manufagtured]

Titans United Vol. 1 #1 (2021)

Cover by Jamal Campbell

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT Depictions of graphic torture, vivisection, there is comfort at the end but this is pretty gross

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Everyone has nightmares. But when you can feel exactly what's happening to you... it becomes a lot harder to handle.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Dead Dove.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1749

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Cold. 

Something cold and unfamiliar pressed against my back. 

My nightmares had consisted of the same few things. Chained up or strapped down, used, beaten, rinse and repeat. 

It always hurt, always terrified me. 

But this unfamiliar feeling of cold and the inability to see… god I wish it was another one of those same nightmares. 

“I hope you like the arrangement,” That man. The same man. Always him. “I find it quite enjoyable myself.” 

Clinking of metal against metal, rubbing against leather. What was that?

“Your quirk has always been so interesting to me,” He sighed, opening something. Attempting to move my arms or legs proved to be futile. Strapped down and spread out, I was at his mercy. 

Something he didn’t have. 

“I thought to myself, ‘James, why couldn’t your quirk have been like that?’” Glass bottles clinked. “‘My healing is wonderful, but to create complex structures out of my own blood… now that would be a wonderful thing’.”

The flick of something against glass. 

“I’ve spent so, so many years trying to figure out just what makes that pretty body tick.” Metal and cloth slam beside me. I flinch, swallowing hard. 

“The one, final thing I have yet to try,” Something sharp drags it’s way up my stomach and between my breasts. “Getting up close and personal.” 

A needle digs into my neck. I let out a choked cry, a hand covering my mouth almost immediately. 

My chest grows tight as he takes it out, not bothering to put pressure on it. After a few moments, white light floods my vision as cloth drags off of my face. 

I furrow my brows. I wasn’t tired, so why did my limbs feel like they were made of lead? “Muscle relaxants are underutilized. They’re great if you take them for muscle spasms, muscle pain, but not for surgery.” 

I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light change. My stomach dropped. Surgery? 

My eyes shot to the side I’d felt the cloth, and I froze. 

Various tools and metal instruments, some of which I’d never seen before. A vial of something, sitting beside a used needle. 

“Wha… ou oo?” The words slurred together. My head dropped back onto the table, which I could see was metal. I wouldn’t be able to move soon. 

“Pancuronium Bromide, a neat little drug. I hear it’s a great muscle relaxer.” He held a marker, slowly and methodically marking my chest and stomach. I could barely make myself look at him. My eyes were all I could move now.

“I also heard that it doesn’t quite have a sedating or pain-reducing effect,” That smile. That twisted, nasty grin. The same one before every fucking session, every beating, everytime he was sober and upset. 

I was fucked, completely and utterly. 

The snap of gloves caught my attention. I would’ve flinched if I could. His glasses were replaced with goggles, a yellow gown looking thing on his body. White latex gloves on his hands. 

“My dear, welcome to your first and last surgical procedure. I’m no trained professional, but I really can’t wait,” He brought the scalpel up to my cheek, cutting into it with a fair amount of force. “God will be so pleased to see you like this…”

I hissed, trying to lean away. But nothing moved. 

I’m not entirely sure when it happened. There was nothing, then blinding, white-hot pain. 

My mouth opened to let out a scream… but there was nothing. My eyes burned and my face flushed. Bile rose in my throat as I felt my own skin being pulled over like a blanket.

  Metal things digging inside my stomach. Pushing my intestines to the side, pressing down on my bladder- I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt urine trickle out. 

My face was wet. I didn’t realize I’d been crying. 

“How beautiful,” he hummed. I would’ve done anything to get him to stop right there. To move, to do something. To even scream. 

But I couldn’t. 

He’d taken the few liberties I hadn’t known I had until they were gone. 

I was to sit here as he tore me apart. Silent. Unmoving. 

I couldn’t fight back. 

And that’s exactly what he wanted. 

Throbbing, searing pain. Something gave inside of my abdomen. A gurgle escaped my lips as my vision blurred. He held up something red. Was it mine? 

A whirring. A saw-like contraption brought up to my chest. 

Please. Stop. 

I’d never broken a bone before. But this had to be far, far worse. 

Dull throbbing, broken by sharp stings and white-hot flashes. Pain is a word that doesn’t begin to describe it. 

My entire abdomen burned. He held up white/red items, that smile on his face. I think. 

“Even your bones are beautiful… crystals, even within them. Within your very veins. A medical abnormality.” He tossed them onto a side table. I would’ve flinched. 

Everything swam in a blur of black, white, and static. The pain ebbed and flowed. Was I losing consciousness? Had my mind decided to block out the pain, or was it so much that I couldn’t even try to process it? 

More searing. More throbbing. More stinging. 

Fire. 

I gasped as it became much, much harder to breathe. Attempting to cough was futile. Liquid built up in my lungs. My eyes wide, I desperately try to move. 

Anything. 

Even a small shift or cough. 

Nothing happened. 

The world faded into nothing as my lungs burned more and more, worse than anything I’d felt thus far. My skin flapped against my side as he moved me around. 

If there is a god, let him take me. 

Please. 

Sharp pain in my right eye. 

Finally, a scream rips through my lips, and everything turns black. 

I shot up in bed, throwing off the covers and grabbing my stomach and chest. Coughing and hacking, I curl in on myself. 

Something on my arm. I jerk away, shoving myself onto the far side of the bed. I ripped off the entanglement of blankets on my legs. 

I couldn’t breathe. 

Was I still drowning?

My breaths grew shorter and shorter. My lungs burned. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grabbed at my body, trying to close wounds I knew were there. 

My skin, thrown over my side like a blanket. Bones on a table. Organs beside me. 

Blood. 

Another touch. 

I screamed, the feeling sending a jolt through my body. 

Within my haze, I could make out two red blobs, and a blonde one. 

The bed was warm. 

Warm? 

I grabbed onto a blanket I’d thrown off, holding it tightly. As if it would disappear, or my muscles would fail me. 

My skin was together. It had to have been stitched shut. 

My organs were gone, they had to be gone, I saw him take them out-

“Hey, hey– [name], can you hear me? [name]-” Something thrummed against my chest. 

I grabbed it, the softness taking me by surprise. I stopped. My hands shook violently. 

The blob turned filtered into a man with red wings. Tense, he takes my hand away. Red feathers, his feathers? 

“Angel, look at me, please,” His tone was pleading. I jerk away from his touch, holding myself tighter. 

“Please, don’t- touch-” my voice sounded miles away, removed from myself. Was that my voice? Did I sound like that?

“I’m sorry, I won’t… it was a nightmare,” Soft, gentle words. Kind. I shake my head vigorously, relishing every little movement.

“No, nonono, you didn’t- he- I-” I tripped over my words, choking on each one as it passed my lips.

“Angel, please, listen to me,” begging now, he reaches towards me. I move away, tense. 

“I died,” I whimpered, curling in on myself. “This isn’t real, I-” A sob wracked my frame. 

This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. I felt myself let go, I felt everything disappear around me, I felt the weightlessness of death. 

This had to be a dream. 

Whatever it was… it wasn’t real. 

“Please, look at me,” His voice cracked. Shifting blankets behind me. I turned abruptly, and he held a fluffy blanket. “Try… try touching this,” He sat it in front of me. His wings were fluffed out. The thrumming on my chest remained. 

One arm still wrapped around my stomach. If I let go, everything would fall out. Everything left, anyway. The other reached towards the red and white mass in front of me. 

Soft. 

My brows furrowed. This, unlike everything else, was unfiltered. Felt real and present, not 100 miles away. I grab onto it tightly, bringing it to my face. 

A familiar scent of orange and sandalwood flooded my senses.

Familiar… this was home. 

I was home. 

This was real. 

I stopped for a moment, my eyes finally focusing on Keigo. Distraught, terrified eyes darted to my own. A soft amber, like the color of the final rays in a sunset. 

I slowly reached towards him, shaking so violently I was shocked the bed wasn’t moving too. He purses his lips, taking my hand slowly. 

“Are ya back with me, Angel..?” Soft. Gentle. Warm. 

Home. 

I threw the blanket aside, grabbing onto him tightly and burying my face in his shoulder. My hands pressed against the roots of his wings, but I didn’t move. He tensed and sucked in a breath, slowly wrapping his arms and wings around my frame. 

“God fucking dammnit… Angel, you scared the shit out of me, ya know that?” He murmured. One hand holding my back, the other held my head into his shoulder. 

I could only whimper in response. He let out a sigh, holding me tighter. “Same person?” I nodded. He swallowed hard. 

“He’s locked up tight, yeah? Miles away, nowhere even remotely close.” His voice was firm. “If he ever even tries to come within 20 feet of you, I won’t hesitate.” A dense seriousness coated his words. 

I grab onto him tighter. “Please, please don’t leave me here,” I gripped him tighter. He tensed, letting out a slow breath. 

“I won’t, I swear. Can you lower your hand..?” I immediately do so, face flushing even more. Tears and snot had to cover the front of his shirt. Shame coiled in my gut. 

“I’m sorry,” I managed, rubbing my eyes. My torso was sore, but… there were no new scars or stitches. 

“There’s no need,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, a hand resting on my knee. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[dovesnroses]

“And circumstance eventually forced us all to leave the champions side…well, all of us except for Fenris…”

Finishing DA2 was my bday gift to myself. I openly wept. I started inquisition, and while I know what could happen, I’d like to believe Fenris and Hawke are somewhere safe and enjoying being together.

My two babies deserve peace damnit.

[doumadono]

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! villain!Hawks, f!Reader, non-con, taken captive, elements of necrophilia, murder, blood, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected and rough p in v, Hawks is an ass here, minors absolutely do not interact - a kitten dies if a minor reads this! Synopsis: Hawks has some "fun" with you after catching you spying for the Commission A/N: this story was written for @lewed and it's a contribution for the Secret Santa event hosted by a wonderful @ectologia

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Pain. As you slowly opened your eyes, it was the first sensation that greeted you — burning, irresistible pain spreading throughout your body.

The surroundings were dark, and you found yourself uncertain of whether you were still alive or perhaps already dead. Attempting to move, you realized the cold sensation around your wrists indicated the presence of some form of handcuffs.

"Marlene!" You whimpered quietly. "Marlene!"

There was no response, only a lingering, eerie silence.

You tried to move, but you couldn't — your legs felt numb, and you were tethered to some metallic structure. Your entire body ached; every attempt to shift, every shallow breath, was accompanied by pain.

Suddenly, a metallic lock clicked open with a key, and a stream of light flooded the room for a moment before disappearing as a tall, dark silhouette stepped in, closing the door. A few seconds later, a dim light illuminated part of the room as two old lamps hanging on either side of the door flickered to life.

You caught sight of him, and your blood turned icy cold. 

Thick combat boots, dark pants paired with a fitted black t-shirt adorned with golden patterns, and a pair of massive red wings. 

You shook your head, still reluctant to believe your own eyes. "Where's my friend?" you inquired anxiously.

"She's alive," came the calm response from the man with red wings.

A glimmer of hope sparked in your eyes. "Can I see her?"

There was a measured pause before the answer, "If you cooperate."

Your dry, blink-filled gaze met his. His emaciated face betrayed no hint of the intentions behind those words.

Hawks observed as you settled into the discomfort, bound wrists and ankles causing a persistent ache. The worry emanated from you, a palpable scent of pungent sweat, akin to a cornered prey navigating the uncertain terrain.

Hawks fixed his gaze on you for an extended moment, a silent observer in the dimly illuminated room cast by the faint light of aged lamps near the sturdy metal door. 

Slowly, he withdrew to the room's shadows, disappearing momentarily. Amongst a collection of cartoon boxes, a triumphant grin crossed his face as he discovered his sought-after item – a hefty hammer. Returning to your vicinity, he playfully toyed with the ominous tool in his grasp.

"Please, let me go. I won't breathe a word to anyone," you pleaded, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.

His grin widened, feathers rustling slightly. "Oh, I wish I could, little one. But we've stumbled upon a problem. You and your best friend have gotten a bit too close to the truth about me and my colleagues from the League. Weren't you warned about the dangers of working for the Commission?”

“Please, I swear I won't tell anyone…”

Takami approached you with a frown, his golden eyes bearing a weight of seriousness and intrusion. With a rough hand, he tightly pulled back your hair. "I've made it clear before – cooperation is the only ticket out of the mess you've landed yourself in.” He set the hammer down.

"Please," you implored, devoid of weapons or the freedom of your limbs. Contemplating the distance, a fleeting thought of a potential headbutt crossed your mind. Standing could be an advantage. However, all these options dissipated as a tear traced down your cheek. His hand, not occupied with your hair, coiled around your neck, constricting your airflow. A soft sound escaped you, but as his grip weakened, you hastily gulped in air.

"Good girl. Breathe while you still can," he remarked, his hand tenderly patting back your hair, while your eyes held a bitter scorn.

"Please, take me to my friend. What have you done with her?" you pleaded.

"Oh, she's safe. For now," Hawks declared, rising to his full height. 

Your eyes scrutinized the young man, assessing every detail. There was a darkness in his aura, a stark contrast to the times when Hawks, the former Pro Hero Number Two, was known for helping people. Something had transpired between him and the Commission, and the Hawks people once adored had transformed into a ruthless villain, now one of the most perilous figures in Japan.

Hawks firmly gripped you under the armpits, drawing you in close. Thick ropes of chain encumbered your feet, challenging your balance. Your wrists and ass clung to the pole you were tethered to, seeking stability as the shackles jingled against the unforgiving metal pillar. 

His presence pressed down on you, and you cowered beneath its weight. A hand delicately traced your jaw, toying with your dry and rough lips under his thumb. “When I tell you what I want, you’ll do exactly as I say. You wouldn't want to witness the way darkness emanates from me when I command it, girl. Mind your tone and follow my instructions. Once I'm content with you, I'll allow you to see your friend," the former hero warned.

Your whimper lingered as his thumb persisted, applying pressure to the edge of your lip. It delved in, moistening against your tongue as it pressed against the intrusion.

“Suck,” he commanded. 

You vehemently shook your head in defiance, resisting against him. The notion of biting his thumb crossed your mind, perhaps even snapping it off. You strained to lean your head back, attempting to evade his grasp.

“Don’t try anything. If you do, I hurt her,” Hawks warned with an amused grin glued to his lips.

Your eyelids descended, halting an approaching flood of tears. Sealing your mouth around his digit, you sucked as per his request. His thumb pressed in deeper, and you complied.

"Good girl, yes. That'll do quite well. Now, back on your knees," he directed.

You obeyed, using your bound hands to steady yourself as you half-fell.

Hawks nonchalantly undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper. Darkened briefs emerged where the trousers opened in a V, and his hand slid beneath the band. “Now, open your pretty mouth for me, babybird.”

You followed his command, extending your tongue forward, a queasy sensation building within you.

"Excellent," he remarked, his hand delving beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, gradually revealing his long, veiny dick, slightly curved upward.

"Please, don't… What more do you want? We can erase all the intel we gathered!” you begged pathetically.

"Shut up, whore," he commanded, stroking his growing member. "I don't want anything but this from you. It might be the only thing you're good for, I think. Lick," he instructed, rubbing the reddened, swollen tip of his dick against your tongue. "Wet your tongue again for me, babybird."

You swallowed and opened your mouth wide once more. 

He positioned himself against you, and your lips instinctively sucked. A salty bitterness lingered on your palate as your curious tongue explored the head of his cock.

Hawks hissed as the tip of your tongue flicked the sensitive part of his frenulum underneath. "That's right," he affirmed, pushing in deeper, causing your cheeks to bulge. Takami ran his slim fingers through your hair, keeping you steady on his cock. Pulling out just enough to watch saliva stretch from your lips to his shaft, he thrust back in, repeating the motion until you emitted a desperate noise, gagging yourself on his dick.

"Good girl. That's enough of that for now. You just saved your girlfriend from a beating. She'll appreciate that when she wakes up from her last one." Takami grinned as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your swollen lips, wiping away a fallen tear from your cheek before moving behind you. He worked at the shackles around your wrists.

You felt them loosen and drop, but his hand replaced them, gripping you firmly. He pulled you against the pole, the cold metal burning your neck. As he lifted the white shirt from your torso, you pleaded with the faceless hands to stop. The room vanished momentarily as the shirt passed over your head, landing on the floor beside you. Then, your hands were locked together once more, this time in front of you.

You shivered as the cold air filling the room grazed your exposed, bruised skin.

The restraints around your ankles were skillfully loosened with a series of subtle clicks. Your uniform pants were swiftly discarded, followed by your cotton panties, leaving you bare except for the metal-clad bindings around your wrists as you resumed your kneeling position.

A palpable shift in the room's atmosphere ensued.

Hawks, charged with desire, was visibly electrified. His engorged and reddened member pushed back into your mouth, eliciting a moan from him. "You look stunning with your mouth full of my cock," he murmured, reaching down to play with a nipple between his fingers. "And you're damn good at it." His fingers tenderly smoothed your tousled hair as he guided himself deeper into your throat. "Do you ever do this for your boyfriend, if you have one? No? But I bet you fantasize about it. Yes?" He chuckled, reveling in his revelation after your tongue flexed under the weight of his dick. "I knew it! Your boyfriend is a good boy, huh? Just the missionary routine, not letting you explore, even though deep down, you crave it. It's okay, you can imagine I'm him. I'm sure you already are, judging by how wet you're getting. Just picture me as him, but on a wild ride, eager to try something new.”

Slimy fluids trickled from your pussy, tracing a path down your thigh, the disloyal testament of desire slicking your inner folds.

His fingers continued their dance, skillfully teasing your erect nipples, each touch met with an eager response. A sharp squeeze on the left elicited a cry from you, and as he knelt before you, he drew the aching nub into his mouth. "What makes you climax, babybird? Tell me. I want it to be as pleasurable for you as possible!"

A whimper escaped your lips as his calloused finger glided through your folds, everything feeling unsettlingly taboo. A part of you yearned to resist, to break free and escape. Yet, a more primal instinct responded to his calculated touches, a primal need for closeness with a male that seemed to overpower your rational mind, corrupting it.

A creeping finger eased into your pussy. "You're so wet and tight, just look at that. Didn't want to give me a blowjob, but it's obvious it got you excited," he remarked. A second finger joined the first, curving against the walls of your vagina. The pressure felt both pleasurable and unsettling.

"Do you enjoy that, babybird?" he inquired.

You squirmed away, finding yourself seated on the floor.

He pressed your arms over your head, taking in the sight of your breasts. The supple flesh swayed like ripples on water. With one hand gripping his throbbing length and the other on your hips, he guided the two to meet. "You're making the right choice, obeying me, Y/N. I'll bring you to your friend soon. Just one more thing I need you to do for me." The head of his penis entered you gradually, a delectable stretch spreading through you.

The mingling sensations of pleasure and pain raced through you like wildfire. The boundary between anger and passion blurred, akin to smoke and cloud intertwining. "N-no," you cried, attempting to push him away by pressing your feet against his thighs.

He huffed as he thrust fully inside you, easily bottoming out. His wings fluttered as arousal overcame him. "Fuck, you're so tight, holy shit. Almost feels like you're a virgin."

An involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for that.

"I just need you to do one more thing for me, babybird. I want you to cum for me. I know you can do it, little bitch."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill. His heated and girthy member glided in and out of your drenched pussy. The unforgiving concrete pressed against your back, each forceful thrust leaving bruises as he relentlessly drove you into the ground.

Hawks restrained your arms by holding your wrists above your head, his dominant hand skillfully working your clit. “Fuck, fuck, yes, little dove, I love how your pussy is clenching around me. You're such a good babybird.”

You futilely cursed at him, weakened by the onslaught of physical pleasure. His erection completely filled your pussy, allowing him to penetrate deeply from this angle. Despite the way he mercilessly circled your clit with his thumb, you resisted the urge to wrap your bloodied feet around him and ride his dick back. The struggle not to climax intensified as he sensed your unraveling, cruel laughter escaping him.

"Will your boyfriend ever fuck you like this? No, he'd probably be too gentle," Takami panted between words, thrusting into you with an unrelenting pace. "A girl like you craves it rough, needs it like this. A girl as scarred and desperate as you wants to feel something. A good girl always wants to be damaged. If you want to see your friends and family again, you'll cum on my cock.”

Frustration escaped your lips in a scream. Your ass throbbed, and your core pulsated with proximity to climax. The images of your friend and boyfriend flashed in your mind, intensifying your inner turmoil. In the dimly lit room, through tear-filled eyes, Hawks' face remained elusive. Your juices squelched, trickling down your sensitive skin to your asshole.

"You're holding back. Cum, and I'll take you to your girlfriend. Cum for me." Takami kissed your breasts, fingers maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, a friction you secretly enjoyed.

Your hips surged upward uncontrollably, and you were cursing the duplicity of your own desires and pussy.

"I told you to cum for me." He struck your face, the impact strong enough to briefly black out your senses.

Impatient, Hawks groaned, his throbbing cock signaling an impending climax. He dispatched a few feathers from his wings, their sharp edges slicing your skin on the shoulders and calves in an attempt to rouse you.

A loud hiss escaped your lips as the sharp cuts decorated your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks. "N-no, I don't... want to! Please! Please, don't cum in! I'm begging you! Please!’ you tried to move away but he slapped your face again.

A warmth surged through you, an irreversible tide that swept away any chance of retreat. Suppressing your moans, you felt your core tighten around him, forcing him through a final series of thrusts before he climaxed within your rhythmically clenching pussy. Your orgasm, though unexpected and unwelcome, was all-encompassing. Legs shaking, abdomen twitching, you writhed beneath his touch, attempting to muffle the sounds of pleasure, aware that he observed the explosion of pleasure within you. The sneer of his release transformed into a cruel smile.

"I knew you wouldn't be entirely worthless to me," he remarked, tucking his member away once again.

"That's so sad."

"W-what's sad?" you asked, still catching your breath. "You promised I'd be able to see my friend. Where is she?"

Hawks, unbothered by your voice and a wet stain on his pants from your combined releases after he retracted his cock, sent one of his feathers to illuminate the room while switching the lights on. 

It was then that you saw her — your friend, lifeless, naked and hanging upside down on the opposite wall, her ankles bound to the ceiling, her torso gruesomely cut from throat to vagina.

The echoes of your own screams reverberated in your ears, but the voice seemed alien, almost primal — like that of a wild animal.

Hawks approached the suspended lifeless body and callously slapped the vagina of your deceased friend. "She wasn't as cooperative as you. Unfortunately, we had to eliminate her."

Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your own sobs, struggling against the metal restraints binding your wrists. "Why! Oh God! Oh God! Marlene!"

Hawks explained, "She didn't want to listen," just as the metal door swung open. “Such a waste. I wasn't aware that preserving one's virginity was still a concern in today's girls' world. But I must say she was fucking delicious. Not as much as you, of course.”

Entering the room was none other than Dabi, casually leaning against the wall, observing the macabre scene. "Came to check what's taking you so long, birdbrain.”

"I was reuniting our lovely Y/N with her friend. She was a good, obedient girl to me, so I decided to reward her."

Dabi furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes a little. "Memory cards, birdbrain," he reminded.

Hawks casually retraced his steps to your discarded clothes, rummaging through the pockets of your uniform pants. He retrieved two SD cards and handed them to Dabi.

The scarred villain ventured further into the room, reaching for a Nikon camera on one of the shelves. "Can't wait to get off to this little tape tonight," he chuckled, shooting you a cold glance.

A lump formed in your throat. They had recorded everything — every violation inflicted by Hawks, every involuntary response of your body. Dread enveloped you.

“Please…” you whispered.

Hawks gave Dabi a look, and the other villain nodded.

"Shush, shush, shush," Dabi cooed, crouching next to you, sizing your face with his hand, turning it more to inspect it. "Don't cry. This little tape will be sent to your dad in Kyoto, a small keepsake of you. He'll be able to see your last moments. How his precious, little daughter, working so proudly in the Hero Public Safety Commission was taking villain's cock like a cheap whore. I'm sure he'll be proud."

"What... Please, please!" Your voice rose in desperation. "Please! I won't tell anyone. I can spy for you, I can do whatever you want. Please!"

Dabi observed you with amusement. "Isn't she the sweetest?" He cast a sidelong glance at Hawks before leaning forward to lick the tears off your reddened cheeks.

You winced, trying to crawl away.

Dabi grinned and rose, exiting the room. "Just don't leave a mess here. I'm not keen on cleaning up after you, birdie."

As the metal door closed, you whined like a wounded animal. Instinctively, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this situation alive.

Hawks approached you, ruffling your hair. "You were a good girl. I want you to know that."

"Please," you tried once again. "Please, free me."

He smiled at you. "I'm freeing you."

A swooshing sound filled the air, and the next moment, you were suffocating with your own blood, unable to draw a breath. The blood quickly poured down your chest through the cut throat, and soon your head hung lifelessly to the side.

Hawks lingered for a moment, watching your lifeless body. He couldn't resist slipping his hands down and between your legs, rubbing your still warm and slick folds, pushing his finger in one last time. "Such a waste," he murmured, licking his fingers clean before getting up. He used the hammer he had earlier picked up to crush the phone he retrieved from the pocket of your uniform trousers. Following that, he doused your body, as well as your friend's, and the floor in gasoline before igniting it with his lighter.

Whistling happily under his breath, he left the room and ascended the metal stairs, leaving everything that had transpired behind, not bothering to turn around even once.